#like im excessively tired to begin with and have been laying in bed for a time

[scatterpatter]

I think the funniest thing about the whole “not realizing instantly going into REM is a sign of narcolepsy or some other sleep disorder” is, on numerous occasions, literally timing myself on how quickly I can get myself to dream

And then realizing that Thats Not Normal and Most People Cant Do That

[yslkook]

UNFUCKWITABLE (9)

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summary: jungkook convinces you to take a staycation with him for a few days (a week).

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, oc and jk discuss their unprotected sex practices, vomiting, some jealous jk, mild exhibitionism, fingers in oc's mouth grinding, making out, oral (m), titjob

word count: 7k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. also...cant believe mom manifested into butter jk im in pain

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Jungkook is unsurprised to enter your home with the key you’d given him the other week and find it completely empty. You’ve been working early mornings and incredibly late nights for the last week and a half, and he can tell it’s beginning to take a toll on you. The first sign that you were beginning to wear down was when you had skipped dinner in favor of sleeping. The second was when you had snapped at him in irritation and then immediately cried over hurting his feelings.

He can think of about a dozen other things, including the even more pronounced bags under your eyes. You’ve always had dark circles under your eyes naturally from hyperpigmentation but these days, not even concealer can help you mask them.

In fact, the reason that you’d even given him a key was because you felt like work was taking over your entire life. You’d hardly had a chance to see anyone who wasn’t a work colleague, and you just missed Jungkook. At least this way, you could wake up and go to bed with him.

You had only been calling Jungkook your partner just shy of four months, and he had a key to your home. Perhaps it was fast for other people, but with him, it felt right. So he keeps a copy of your keys on his lanyard- it’s possibly his most prized possession right now. Jungkook usually only comes when you ask him to, he’s been staying at your place for the last week because of how tired and busy you were.

Usually you stop by the tattoo parlor at least once or twice a week, but you have been sparse because of work. So he’s here, in your home without you. It felt strange the first few times he’d been here without you, but then he started leaving little pockets of himself- his shoes next to yours, his hair product on your shelf, and his two of his jackets hanging near yours in the closet. He’d even purchased a new plant to keep on your windowsill in your living room (which you take turns dutifully watering and making sure she gets enough sunlight).

It’s all very domestic. He had jokingly told you not to expose him to your shared friends, specifically Mina and Mei. To which you had rolled your eyes.

Though some small, very small, part of him wonders if the magic will fade away soon. Considering how fast you both are moving both physically into your home and in your relationship.

It’s only been a few months, and you both were incredibly comfortable with the idea of unprotected sex- after all, Jungkook always pulls out in time. Until, of course, you’d had a pregnancy scare. Hoseok and Yoongi, ever the pair of realists, had scolded him when Jungkook had revealed that you both hardly ever used any protection-

“Are you trying to knock her up? Is that it? You both ready to potentially be parents?” Yoongi says mildly as he polishes off his wine, looking at Jungkook expectantly. Jungkook’s cheeks burn.

“No, I’m not trying to knock her up and no, nobody’s trying to be parents-”

“You both are lucky you haven’t knocked her up already,” Hoseok says, with more heat in his voice, “You both are fucking stupid, but you especially.” He even smacks the back of his head with the book in his hands and Jungkook glares at him.

“Hey, my pull out game has always been strong, and I’m serious about her. We wouldn’t fuck raw if-”

“Oh, yes, then we definitely have nothing to worry about,” Yoongi says, “Keep it moving, Hobi.

“Talk to her about it, or else,” Hoseok threatens, “I don’t wanna hear about another pregnancy scare because you’re both idiots.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook relents, “We’ve been talking about it. It just sucks that birth control can fuck up a woman’s body like that, you know? Mood changes and appetite changes, nausea and everything…”

“You could always get a vasectomy,” Yoongi says bluntly.

“Mei said the same thing. She was way more mean about it, though. Told me she’d cut my balls off if I didn’t get my shit together.”

“I don’t blame her, considering what a mess you both were last month.”

“We were not a mess!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so stressed ever in your life, not even when your first bike got run over by a car. Or when your tattoo got infected three consecutive times. And I’ve never seen her cry so much before.”

“Alright, maybe we’re a little bit of a mess.”

In the end, you and Jungkook had both decided that yes, condoms were probably a good idea. Considering the pregnancy scare you had last month, you both were on edge and a little paranoid. Jungkook hadn’t even mentioned the idea of you taking birth control or getting an IUD, knowing that your last few experiences with the former were unpleasant-

“I can get a vasectomy, you know. In fact, Yoongi suggested it,” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly but your jaw drops.

“Jungkook. I don’t think vasectomies are reversible like that. Think about what you’re saying,” You murmur, “I’m touched you’d consider a surgical procedure so I don’t have to take birth control, but what if-”

“I looked it up, they can be reversed-”

“But Jungkook! You don’t know that, what if you want to have kids later and you can’t because you decided on a fucking whim to get a vasectomy? It’s still trauma on your body! You can’t just snip snap, snip snap your vas deferens tube whenever you please. At least with birth control you can start and stop it, even if that’s not a completely benign process.”

Jungkook looks at you long and hard, his tongue poking his cheek and you sigh. “But I don’t-”

“Honey. I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” You murmur, squeezing his hands in yours, “But we’re both being stupid. We’re both acting like condoms don’t exist. Why don’t we start with condoms and then think about getting your tubes tied or me getting an IUD?”

“You spoiled me,” Jungkook complains dramatically and drops his head to your chest, “With your pussy. I’m spoiled now.”

“Shut up.”

And so now, a box of condoms sits in the drawer of your nightstand and you’ve taken to bringing a few with you in your purse as well (and so does he). You’d been far more nervous buying condoms than you’d ever been of buying anything else, and Jungkook had only cockily grinned at you.

Today’s Friday and it’s the day of your deadline. Meaning that you’d hopefully be home soon and be his for the rest of the weekend. He fully plans on getting you to relax and stay in for the majority of the weekend, so that you can catch up on sleep.

But then you come home past dinner (you had sent him a text earlier telling him that you were going to be late. He knows your mood is sour- you had been in a foul mood all week, and the fact that you’re so close to being home but so far just makes it worse). You come home with an empty belly, a weary mind and wetness along your lash line. Climbing into bed next to him, you circle your arms around his waist and cry tiredly into his chest.

“J-Jungkook,” You hiccup, “I’m so tired, they kept me s-so late today but it’s done. Everything is finished-”

“Oh, baby,” He sighs, rubbing your back soothingly, “It’s okay. We can just sleep now. You should take a few days off next week, baby.”

“I don’t know…” But your eyes are wide and considering it.

“You’ve been running on empty all week,” Jungkook points out, “For longer than that. Your job can handle two or three days without you while you recharge. Text your boss, baby. You need to rest, too.”

He nudges your cheek with his nose and you hum in agreement. “Okay. Five day weekend? Sure you won’t get tired of me?” You murmur and laugh when he squeezes your waist.

“We can make it a staycation.”

And you’re already texting your boss, telling her that you needed a few days off next week. She gives you a thumbs up and encourages you to rest up, making it a point to recognize how hard you’ve been working. She even suggests you take the full week off, which you jump at and Jungkook only grins at you.

“My brilliant girl, charming her way into a full week off.”

You swat his hand away and hide your burning but satisfied face in his chest. “Yeah, your bad habits are rubbing off on me.”

“Oh, that’s not the only thing rubbing off on you,” Jungkook says wickedly and pushes his hips into yours, earning a fierce pinch to his bare waist.

“Hush, I’m trying to nap,” You mumble, your voice muffled. Without warning, you lick his neck and bite lightly at the base of his neck, ignoring his soft yelp. He doesn’t have a chance to question you on what that was, as you’re already falling asleep.

You’ve always thought from the beginning, even when you and Jungkook were just friends, that he was an ass man. You’ve caught him staring at your ass many, many times- in jeans, in a dress, in a skirt. And now that you both are officially together, he spends any and every moment he can with a hand on your ass. Casually, when you both walk side by side. And purposefully when you’re both just in his bed or on your couch. His hand is a well known presence on your ass, not that you’re complaining.

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to nap is on your ass, with his cheek pressed into you and one hand firmly gripping your ass. He also likes laying with his head on your lap. But his favorite place to nap is with his head buried in your chest, specifically buried in between your tits. He is currently analyzing his hypothesis that your right tit is smaller than your left, a thought he’s had for a while now, but needs further samples of evidence to properly assess.

But he’s always had an affinity for your tits, whether you’re blissfully unaware of it or not. You don’t notice it not really- you like any and all of his touches on any inch of your skin, as you’ve told him many times before. Especially when he holds you close next to him or under him and you feel protected, surrounded by only him.

He holds you, looks at you as if you’re as soothing as the sea and as bright as a supernova. And yet, the universe is contained in his big, doe eyes.

But really, at the end of the day, it’s an affinity for you. Jungkook loves every part of your mind, body, and soul, and he thinks he has for a long time. His heart has been tangled with yours since the first time he had seen you years ago at Hobi’s surprise birthday party that you had planned. Jungkook is sure that when he had seen you with a homemade red velvet cheesecake with a ‘Happy Birthday Hobi <3’ written perfectly in red icing in your arms, a silly party hat on your head, and a shy, beaming smile on your lips, he had been magnetized to your center of gravity from then on.

But even then, he had only hovered. Barely introducing himself, if it weren’t for Mina and Mei. He thought he had known girls like you- girls who baked cakes, planned elaborate birthday parties for their friends and wore flowery dresses liked other predictable people. It’s another one of his hypotheses (which has been clearly debunked)- but by now, he knows not to be so judgmental of others.

But he doesn’t dwell on that for long. Even the first time he met you, right after he had introduced himself to you and you had stared at him with starstruck eyes and stammered a quiet ‘hello’ in return, Sora had cornered him. And told him to back off from right then, that you were off limits. That you’d never be interested in a guy like him, so to not even spend a second in his stupid little mind even entertaining the ridiculous idea.

So he backed off subconsciously, thinking it wasn’t worth it to even know you as a friend. He’d convinced himself that it was too much trouble, and Jungkook has always been an easygoing kind of guy in most instances. After all, your best friend would know you best, right? And really, what did he care? As the saying goes, there were about a million other fish in the sea.

However. Even then, with each word uttered between you both, with each laugh that he pulled from your soft mouth, he couldn’t help the reluctant fondness for you that began to bloom. You had surprised him every few months after that, just saying hello at events that you were both present at and asking how he was. With that stupidly beautiful smile and those bright, shy eyes.

You were a smart, kind woman, always remembering details about others. And he was no exception.

That was years ago. He’s known you since your third year at university, hanging by a thread just outside your orbit. But this is now.

This is now, and your lips are against his neck, your chest pressed to his. You climb into his lap haphazardly, nearly knocking your mug off of the coffee table. You both have only just woken up and stumbled out of bed for coffee and breakfast. You had combed the tangles out of his bedhead with his head in your lap, but now sleepiness has washed away and you’re tugging at his oversized shirt.

You promptly bite him, right where his neck tattoo starts and ends. Jungkook meets your eyes with an incredulous, breathy laugh. “What’s gotten into you?” He murmurs, palming your chest from under your shirt.

“Nothing. You just have a very biteable neck, I told you,” You say, resuming your inspection of the vein next to his tattoo, “What a juicy jugular vein-”

Jungkook holds your wrist and flips you so that your back is on the couch. “My sexy vampire girlfriend. Love when she starts talking about my jugular vein.”

“Watch out, I might drink from it. You never know,” You giggle with a wink, squirming in his grip.

“You can do whatever you want,” Jungkook murmurs but then an idea that has been planted in his head for weeks now spills from his lips without him meaning to, “I wanna fuck your tits, baby.”

Your eyes go comically wide, mimicking Jungkook’s own. His cheeks are a little pink from his abrupt confession as silence falls between you both.

“That’s really interesting,” You muse.

“Is it?” He asks, feeling a little lightheaded. You tug a little at his purple locks to pull him down to you.

“Yeah. Always thought you liked booty. And legs,” You shrug, “But I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

Jungkook’s throat is too dry for him to reply coherently. But he finds his voice after you give him a reassuring smile, “Uh, when it’s you, I like everything.”

“Me too. When it’s you, I like everything,” You mumble, heat rising in your cheeks, “And uh… you can. Do that I mean.”

“Do what?” He asks teasingly, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t play dumb,” You whine, shoving his shoulder.

“C’mon say it,” Jungkook jeers, not unkindly, “Put your big girl panties on.”

“I hate you,” You sigh dramatically, “Fine. You can fuck my tits, if you so desire.” His face splits into a grin as he thumbs your chin and ducks his head into your neck. He playfully nips at your skin, murmuring that he’s just giving you a taste of your own medicine, but you feel his half hard cock pressing against your thigh.

The image of his cock wet and slick between your tits is now imprinted in your mind, and when both of you want something, you’ll surely get it.

Despite your eagerness of making Jungkook’s wish a reality, neither of you have had the chance for your usual shenanigans just yet. You still have quite a few days of your staycation left, so you won’t rush it. You had spent most of the first two days sleeping, cuddling, spooning, eating and lots and lots of slow sex.

You think you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve left your bed. Jungkook has been nothing short of wonderful, bringing you food (just this once, you hate eating while in bed), giving you shoulder rubs and booty rubs without you asking. Your favorite ice cream is in your freezer. Life is good.

His shirt hangs off of your shoulder and you’re too lazy to fix it. In fact you’re too lazy for pajama bottoms, only settling on your favorite pair of comfortable panties (nothing flashy. Just a standard black cotton panty) to wear under your shirt. One might even call them granny panties or whatever, but lace was uncomfortable on your skin. Lace and thongs are for very, very special occasions (hardly if ever) and you are in the comfort of your own home. You’ll be comfortable if it’s the last thing you do.

In fact, you’re too lazy to even raise your head to pucker your lips for a kiss from Jungkook. You only open your arms and hum, as if he’s supposed to telepathically know what you want from him. But he does, and he flops onto you once he tugs his shirt off. Jungkook’s face remains buried in your chest as you gently rub his scalp.

He hums happily, nearly purring at your touch and shoves himself closer into your hold. You can’t believe this man, the man who mildly intimidated you for years, is now in your arms and purring like a baby kitten. He’s admitted a few times that his scalp has been irritated and inflamed ever since he dyed his hair purple. One of his favorite things is to lay in your lap while you massage a mix of coconut oil and peppermint oil into his scalp.

He looks up at you, warm heat blazing in his eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about but he palms your pussy from under your shirt- your still swollen, puffy pussy from the four times he’s made you cum already.

“Can I help you, Jungkook,” You ask flatly, but your poker face breaks when he dots you with kisses up and down your thighs.

“Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook groans, voice slowing to a whine, “I’m still hard, baby, fuck. Help me.”

“How are you still hard,” You wonder with a grin, “Damn, Jeon. You must really like me, huh?”

“If that wasn’t obvious then I’m clearly not doing something right here,” He breathes into your skin.

“Gimme a kiss then,” You murmur, pushing his long hair behind his ear. His eyebrow piercing glints in the light of your bedroom and you trace it gently with your fingertips. Jungkook desperately pushes his lips to yours, parting your lips easily and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He kisses your teeth hungrily, strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks.

His hips roll into yours impatiently, hands already pawing at your shirt. The air in your bedroom is suddenly so stifling, thick and nearly choking you both with the intensity of your desire. You just want him to feel good with you.

“Jungkook,” You say softly with warm cheeks, “You can use me, however you want. Tell me what you want, bunny.”

He lets out a quiet gasp, his eyes bright and wide.

You’re both on the same page, because he’s scrambling to chuck his boxers to the side and you’re tossing your shirt on top of his boxers.

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“Fuuuck,” Jungkook groans. He’s breathless, heart racing erratically. All he can do is hold your shoulders as he watches with a piercing, hazy gaze as his cock is swallowed in between your tits. You squeeze them tightly together, trying to create as much friction as you can for him.

“Fuck,” He whines, “Fuck, you look so good, baby. O-oh, shit, my pretty baby, you’re pretty-”

Jungkook nearly cums when you mischievously stick your tongue out to brush against the head of his leaking cock. The visual is almost too much for him and his breaths are choked, strangled as he forces himself to look into your dark eyes.

“So big, bunny, look,” You say softly, “You like this? You’re so hot like this…”

He’s nearly in tears, eyes shining and wet at how good this feels. If your pussy was a slice of heaven, then your tits were the next best thing. You moan softly, feeling your own wetness and heat pooling. Jungkook’s cheeks and chest are flushed, eyes wild and wet as he slides his cock in between the valley of your tits languidly. Almost as if he doesn’t want the moment to end.

You’re so warm, warm everywhere.

His muscles are tense, the furrow in his brow beginning to appear when he’s about to cum. “Shit, baby, oh my god, I love your tits,” Jungkook moans, tossing his head back, “Fuck, I love everything about you-”

You don’t know how he’s able to form coherent sentences to you when he’s this close to cumming. But he’s always been a man of many talents.

“You know what I just realized,” You gasp suddenly, “Neither of us made it official that we’re dating. Like I never asked you ‘out’ and you never asked me ‘out’-”

“Fuck, you talk too much,” Jungkook nearly snarls, “My cock is literally in between your tits and I’m about to fucking cum all over you and you think I belong to anyone else?”

You swallow thickly, Jungkook narrowing his eyes at you. He looks intimidating and intense above you, his powerful, golden thighs straddling either side of you.

“N-no, I was just-”

Jungkook shoots you a glare, reaches behind him and gathers your wetness with two fingers. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pushes two fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You send him a glare right back, but it melts away quickly when you swirl your tongue and suck on his digits.

He cums without warning, hastily and with a broken sort of sound ripping from his throat. It’s warm and sticky as it lands on your chest and your cheek. But he cums so much and much to your chagrin some of his cum gets in your eye and you nearly shriek at the burn.

“Jungkook! What the hell, your cum is in my fucking eyeball-”

He’s still panting above you, like some sort of golden boy, and it takes him a few seconds to register your irritation. “Oh shit,” Jungkook says and jumps into action. He tugs you into the bathroom to gently wash your eye for you (after washing his own hands), with you grumbling the entire time.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You roll your eyes and demand to be taken back to bed and lavished in kisses as penance for his cum shooting into your eye.

Jungkook tastes himself a little when his tongue slips into your mouth, but it hardly registers as he rolls on top of you, caging you in between his arms.

Jungkook fleetingly thinks he should’ve spent more time trying to convince you to stay home with him. Maybe with a few soft, long kisses to your neck, he might have. You looked delectable, good enough to eat- your dress fitted around your hips, nails, hair, and makeup done, the scent of your perfume subtle but not irritating to his sensitive nose.

You had asked him to pick what jewelry to wear, so one of his long necklaces sitting around your neck and disappearing into the valley of your chest. It doesn’t really match with your dress, but you don’t care.

And Jungkook… well, it was difficult for you to keep your hands off of him as well. His hair is tied back into a neat ponytail, he’s wearing a sequined black (fitted) button up with the top four buttons undone, a thick, silver chain and ripped, black jeans. Your eyes are glued to his chest and he knows it- you can’t help but grip his arm, his bicep whenever you can.

Neither of you really enjoyed the club scene, but you had wanted to go out since it had been a really long time and after all, you were on your staycation. Mei had planted the idea in your head, and so now here Jungkook was.

Here he was, catching flashes off the satin, coral colored wrap dress that you were encased in. For someone who doesn’t like the scene, you blend in effortlessly. But you’re a grown woman, so he takes his eyes off of you and orders a round of shots for him, Jimin, Taehyung and Jin while nursing a bottle of soju.

In the midst of the thumping bass bouncing off of the walls in the club, you’re only aware of you and Mei while you both sing along to whatever song is blasting through the club. Mina disappeared a while ago, presumably to find Jimin.

You’re holding two drinks, one in each hand, and all you feel is the vibrations of the club. Along with your own drunkenness. Mei holds your arm to keep you steady as you move your hips in time with hers. You laugh loudly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders at something she said. Everything is amplified and muted at the same time, the swirl of alcohol settling comfortably in your veins.

You’re having a great time with your friends, dancing, swirling, singing and drinking. It’s a nice night to unwind, in the company of dear friends and strangers.

“Hey,” Mei murmurs in your ear, “I gotta pee and I’m gonna go find Seulgi-”

“You can just say that you wanna go find her,” You giggle, “Don’t blame your bladder on it, Mei.”

“Oh, you’re funny. I’ll text Jungkook and tell him to come find you, alright?” Mei says, patting your head. You nod and tell her to go find her girl, and she does. Leaving you to your own devices for a bit, at least until Jungkook makes his way to you.

However, what neither of you realize is that the cell reception in this building is terrible. Mei’s text never goes through and you stay in your bubble, with your two drinks in your hands and bounce along to the music.

You’re not sure how much time goes by, but it feels like you’ve been alone for quite a while. You squint your eyes at your phone to check the time and send a text to Jungkook. A text that never goes through. You frown and are about to turn on your heel to link up with your man (wherever he might be), but you hear a surprised call of your name.

It’s hard to keep the incredulity out of your face when you come face to face with Yunho, the man who had stood you up all those months ago. The air has almost been punched out of your lungs, and you have to squint at him to believe what you’re seeing.

He calls your name again, giving you a wave and a bright smile. “Funny seeing you here, huh?”

“Uh…”

“Can I buy you a drink? I feel like I owe it to you after…” His eyes are sincere. At least you think so, with your drunk goggles on.

“I don’t know, Yunho, it’s okay…” You mumble unsurely, “Isn’t this weird?”

“It’s only weird if we make it weird,” Yunho says and pulls a chuckle out of you.

“Oh, alright. I guess a drink won’t hurt,” You shrug and lead the way to the bar. The least he can do for you after standing you up and hurting your feelings is buy you a drink, you think.

“Hey listen, I owe you an apology,” Yunho says, sliding your drink towards you.

“Oh, it’s- it was a long time ago,” You shrug, avoiding his eyes. Sure, it was a hit to your ego, but in hindsight it doesn’t matter. Not when you have Jungkook. Honestly, you’ve forgotten that Yunho had even been a blip in your radar once upon a time. It was only because of Sora, anyway.

“I had something urgent come up last minute that day and I asked Sora to tell you,” Yunho continues, “I’m sorry I didn’t follow up or even reach out to you after. But I’d heard that you were with Jeon now, so didn’t want to… overstep, I guess.”

And even through your drunken haze, you understand. You sigh deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Oh boy,” You groan, “Sora never told me about that but we’re not close anymore, Yunho. It’s okay, I understand. I’m sorry she got you, too.”

Yunho’s lips part in surprise, “She didn’t… Alright. What’s done is done, I guess.”

“Yeah,” You murmur airily, “And yes, I am with Jeon. Though I can’t seem to find him…”

“I’m happy to keep you company until you do.”

Despite how well you and Yunho seem to hit it off (most of your time spent bitching about Sora), you can’t help but think of Jungkook. You quite miss him, not having seen him all night in the club. You want to dance with him, and little do you know that he’s been scouring the entire club for you in a frenzy once he ran into Mei and Mina and hadn’t seen you with them.

He had sent them a glare, his jaw clenched and walked away to find you. So when his eyes finally land on you at the bar, after about twenty-five minutes of searching and trying to get through strings of people around you, his heart soars. But he sees you laughing with someone else at the bar. With Yunho.

Jealousy is petty, he tells himself. But he struggles to keep it at bay as it rears its head and comforts him. He’s always been protective and possessive of those he loves and cherishes. You’re definitely no exception.

You wobble a little on your feet, but you hold your own. Even from here, he can see the drunkenness of your smile, beads of sweat as they race down your neck to hide in the valley of your breasts. He zeroes in on your necklace (his) around your neck and reminds himself. It’s his necklace that you’re wearing, after all.

Then why is the man who stood you up all those months ago making you laugh like that?

You must have a sixth sense or something for him, because you turn your head a bit as if you can sense him. Your entire face lights up when you see him, in a way that makes his tough heart swell in adoration.

You make your way over to him with your drink and peck his lips chastely, despite his desire to pull you into his arms and kiss you long enough that your knees buckle. So that Yunho sees that he is yours.

“You disappeared on me, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, adjusting your necklace. He’s gripping it tightly, but you don’t notice.

“I was with Yunho, remember him? ‘Member, he stood me up but he didn’t because it was Sora’s fault-”

“That’s no surprise,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. You take his hand, squeezing and introduce him to Yunho. As if he doesn’t know him already. Jungkook’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, his jaw clenched. He doesn’t like how Yunho looks at you, how his gaze lingers on your skin and the curves of your dress. You lean against Jungkook heavily, absently playing with his fingers. You stay mostly quiet, sipping your drink as the two men speak (rather tersely).

Jungkook knows he’s being ridiculous.

“Kook, finish my drink?” You murmur, offering him the glass. Jungkook maintains eye contact with Yunho as he downs the remainder of your drink in a few solid gulps.

“Was nice to see you, Yunho,” You say, “I think Jimin and Mina are looking for us, Jungkook. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

With that Jungkook firmly holds your waist, keeping you close to him. You both know that neither Jimin nor Mina are looking for either of you. You’d only wanted to be alone with Jungkook.

So Jungkook leads you to a spot where he knows Yunho can visibly see you both. You let loose, giggling as Jungkook twirls you easily and moving your arms to match the beat of the music. He makes you laugh with his moves, winking at you and shooting finger guns at you as he twirls and swivels around you. He’s always been a great dancer, you realize. That’s funny, because you’re sometimes clumsy on your own two feet. He pulls you into him, his chest to your back and his hips pressed against your ass. You sigh contentedly, head lolling against his shoulder and you rest your hand over his hand to let him lead you.

His nose is buried in your neck, lips lightly brushing your pulse. He bites your earlobe gently, earning a soft laugh from you. Jungkook tilts your jaw to the side to meet your eyes and plants a deep kiss to your glossy lips. He holds you steady when your knees weaken, your belly flipping at the intensity that he pours into you.

Jungkook is all around you, encasing you within his arms and there’s not a single place you’d rather be. When you pull away for air, you thumb away your gloss on his bottom lip and bite his bottom lip gently.

“I adore you,” You say dreamily, “You are so… Everything. Everything. I adore you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks burn, but he ducks his head for another sharp kiss. And if Yunho is watching him shove his tongue down your throat and holding your hips to his possessively then that’s fine by him.

The journey back home is a quick one (after you both stop for fried noodles, despite the inevitable heartburn it’ll give you both the next day but you’re both so hungry). You both stumble into your home in a mess of giggles and groping, nearly falling to the floor due to your clumsiness.

Jungkook has been hard since he kissed you in the club, in front of Yunho. He knew Yunho had been watching, feeling the man’s eyes on you both the entire time. His jealousy has crawled back into the box that it was unleashed from, but he knows that’s something to revisit later.

Something else to revisit is that he liked that someone else was watching him with you. He stores that information for later, instead focusing on keeping you upright from falling.

Somehow, through your blurry vision and wobbly legs, you get on your knees and palm Jungkook’s cock through his pants. A shameless moan rips through you- any and every inch of him makes you dizzy with desire.

You like him so much that it nearly makes you cry.

“Gonna blow you now,” You announce happily, fumbling with the button of his jeans and using all of your concentration and strength to pull his pants down along with his boxers. You sloppily kiss your way down his chest, spending extra time on his tattoo and licking (then biting) his happy trail before humming around his leaking cock.

He’s so wet already, and it’s all because of you.

Jungkook groans, eyes closing in pleasure as your pretty mouth wraps around his cock. He thrusts lightly into your mouth, peeling his eyes open to watch you. Only to find you already staring up at him, your makeup smudged and tears already forming in your pretty eyes. He cradles your cheek affectionately, stroking your cheekbone-

But before he can compliment you, softly praise you, he hears a noise. It originates from the back of your throat, something both familiar and unfamiliar. You gag uncontrollably around his cock, and while it’s certainly not the first time it’s happened, it’s different this time. Because you’re a little drunk. So he should be unsurprised when you retch on his cock, pull yourself off of him before your drunk self can get any more vomit on his cock and sprint into your bathroom.

You manage to lock the door in your frenzy of utter humiliation and alcohol addled mind. You hover over the toilet bowl, the sounds of you throwing up bouncing off of the walls. You’re crying, sobbing more like it- from both the pain in your chest from vomiting violently into the toilet bowl coupled with the humiliation of quite literally throwing up on your boyfriend’s cock.

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, as if that’ll erase the memory.

“Baby,” Jungkook calls softly, his cock fully hanging out in the open, “Baby, please open the door. It’s not a big deal, but I need to wash my dick off.”

You let out a choked, watery laugh at that and move to flush the toilet and rinse your mouth out. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment when you unlock your bathroom door, and you can’t bear to look Jungkook in the eye. But he holds your wrist to his when you try to escape into the safety of your bedroom.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest, heat flooding your ears in shame. It feels like your head is empty, static filling up the spaces that the silence between you both doesn’t.

“It’s just me,” Jungkook coos, “Do you want to shower with me?”

“Jungkook, ‘m absolutely mortified,” You say flatly, voice a little high in pitch as fresh tears burning behind your eyelids, “I want to evaporate from this plane of existence in about three-point-four seconds, I literally threw up on your penis, I’m so sorry. Don’t even look at me-”

Jungkook winces at your tone and the way your shoulders are hunched, hands gripping the hem of your dress unsurely.

“Baby,” Jungkook sighs, “It’s really okay, there’s nothing to apologize for. Come shower. The vomit is drying on my dick-”

But that’s the wrong thing to say because you start to cry immediately, shoving your face in your hands. Jungkook sighs, mentally kicking himself and running a hand through his purple locks. He calls your name softly and pulls you into his arms for a tight hug, despite the drying vomit on his dick, which is hanging out and brushes against your hip. You sniffle, peeking at him with shy eyes and he rubs your back soothingly.

“When I say it’s okay, I mean it,” Jungkook murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how drunk you were. I know you feel embarrassed, but it’s just me, baby.”

He kisses you, despite your protests, and helps you rinse your mouth again. You allow Jungkook to somehow maneuver you into the shower, peeling you out of your clothes. You feel grimy and sticky from the club and you’re grateful for the cool water against your skin. You stand behind Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face in between his shoulder blades, letting him wash himself.

“Can I wash you?” You whisper, voice unsure. You feel awful, cheeks burning but still. He nods and you take your body wash and lather him with it, washing his now limp dick gently and swallowing nervously.

“See? Not a big deal,” Jungkook says, coaxes you out of your nervousness, “Lemme wash you, baby.”

And so he does, taking your loofah and gently rubbing your skin. Under the cool spray of water, your nerves slip away with each giggle and kiss that he pulls and plants from your lips. Your eyes are still a little shy, a little slick with alcohol. But it’s just Jungkook, and you’re safe with him.

Jungkook nearly wrestles you to get you to eat something more, after throwing up the remainder of your guts after you both had showered (it was mainly just water and alcohol at this point). You’re nearly falling asleep on his shoulder but he manages to shake you awake for a slice of leftover noodles and two glasses of water. But eventually, he coaxes you into eating with a few kisses, hugs, and shoulder rubs.

Once you both are in bed, Jungkook wraps himself around you, his hands immediately drifting below your sleep shirt to your belly. Your cheeks burn as the events of the night replay in your mind’s eye and you press your face into your pillow with a groan.

“I can’t believe I threw up on your dick a-and you’re so nice a-about it,” You mumble, “You really are everything.”

“Well, what else am I going to do if the girl I like vomits on my dick,” Jungkook murmurs, “Don’t worry about it, baby. It happens.”

“To who? Only to me,” You say sadly, “I drank too much. I’m sorry, Kook-”

“Shhh,” Jungkook says, tightening his arms around you and kissing your forehead, “I promise it’s okay. I promise I’m not looking at you any differently.”

His words make you relax in his hold and you nod. Jungkook tilts your jaw towards him, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You don’t say anything else after that, only allowing your soft, breathy sighs to spill out of your lips and into him with every comforting kiss and every slip of his tongue in your mouth.

He tells you to rest in between kisses, but your eyes are already closed.

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[touyota]

Catfish

☁ Summary: Tomura is hopeless when it comes to relationships, and soon that’s all subject to change. With the power of Tinder, Touya and one oblivious chick on his side, who knows what can happen. 

A/N: omgggg, i’ve lurked on my priv for the past year and finally decided to stop being a narc and post something. i haven’t written in forever and it shows lmao, but uh yeah pls give me feedback if you’d like. (also idk if this has been. done before, but sorryyy if it has)

☁ Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader

☁ Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, manipulation, dumbfication (if you squint), slapping, yandere, catfishing 

"Fuck I'm horny." 

Tomura groaned into his pillow, conflicted with whether he should be agitated or turned on. Due to his third nap of the day being interrupted by the excessive lewd noises coming from the shared living room. Tomura's roommate, Touya, had no real understanding of boundaries and was often more bothersome than helpful. Still, without his portion of the rent, he'd be on the streets struggling to find an apartment within his meager budget.

"Keep fucking me, Touya-san!" The plea echoed through the thin walls of the shoddy apartment. At least someone was getting laid. The last time Tomura had gotten lucky was at an impromptu Halloween party thrown by Touya at the apartment. 

He went as Jason Vorhees using a dingy hockey mask he found in Touya's closet. The poor girl in question, who came dressed as an angel, was drunk out of her mind. She clung to Tomura's scrawny body incoherently, slurring about "How hot it would be to fuck a murderer." The fling hadn't lasted long before the young lady in question toppled over the side of his bed and hurled her entire cup of jungle juice onto the floor. Poor Tomura had to spend his night nursing her head over the toilet. Making a mental note to tell Touya that he couldn't invite any freshmen to their parties ever again.

Tomura ended up seeing her again in passing on campus, giving a small smile as she walked by. Only to be met with an eye roll as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. Fucking bitch... Other than that, Tomura had found himself too busy writing code, playing video games, and browsing Reddit to dedicate any time to dating. The polar opposite of his roomie Touya-san, a communications major whose schedule consisted of dating? If you considered fucking the same chick for a week before ghosting her dating, sleeping, and eating and drinking Tomura out of a house and home.

"You ready for my load? You're my little cum dump, right? Say you're my cum du-"

Speaking of fucking, Tomura's hard-on was starting to hurt, and what better way to relieve himself than to beat off to the action in the adjacent room. 

He started to palm himself over his sweats, erection already beginning to poke through. Figuring that he's teased himself enough, he lowered his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach, throbbing and angry. He slowly stroked himself, gathering the pre-cum spouting from the tip, and used it to lube the rest of his cock.

"Pleaseee fuck! I'm your little cum dump! I swear Touya!" 

Tomura started to stroke his cock faster, leaving a squelching noise with each stroke. He was barely managing to suppress his moans. Knowing how Touya wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he got caught fucking his hand to the sounds of their subtle lovemaking. 

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming!" Touya grunted, giving out after his final stroke.

Tomura followed suit, flicking his wrist with each stroke. As his orgasm finally took hold of him, biting into his shirt to stifle his moan as he came all over his fist. 

"Are you fucking serious, Touya?"

"What?" 

"I didn't get to cum?"

"Um… I'm sure you can take care of that when you get home."

"You're such a piece of sh-"

Tomura tuned out the rest of his roommate's performance. Really hoping he'd wrap it up cause he really needed to take a piss and couldn't make it to the bathroom without passing through the living room. 

After hearing a respectable amount of silence, he figured it was safe to leave the room. Of course, he was wrong; he was met with a staredown between Touya and a petite blonde woman.

"I'm sure your roommate Tenko wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that."

"It's Tomura," he muttered.

"Same fucking thing, my point still stands," The mystery woman huffed. There was a pregnant pause before Touya doubled over in laughter, clutching his chest.

"You think this cuck knows how to take care of a lady? Yeah, it's time to go, Tara."

"It's Toga, you shit stai-"her statement was abruptly interrupted, the door slamming in her face. Touya's back slid down against the door as he sat facing Tomura. 

"Chicks? Am I right?" Touya sighed, peering over at Tomura, who had just left the bathroom. "Speaking of chicks, when's the last time you had sex, Shiggy?"

"It's been... a while." Tomura shrugged, not wanting to indulge his roommate with the details of his sex life.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Let's make you a Tinder." Touya proudly announced, excited at the prospect of playing matchmaker for his roommate. Tomura reluctantly gave in, knowing once Touya was set on something, it was bound to happen one way or another. 

Two blunts later, Tomura and Touya were strewn over the couch, mulling over his profile's final details. It consisted of three pics, one from the Halloween party, another from their most recent function. The last pic is a selfie of him in a black hoodie with sunglasses on. The icing on top is the bio that unironically stated, "Freak in the sheets, gamer in the streets."

"You're gonna be a real pussy magnet shiggy. Just wait, you'll have to fight the chicks off with a stick after they see this." Touya chuckled as he took another puff of the blunt.

"Go to hell and stop hogging; you didn't put shit in on this anyways," Tomura muttered as he snatched the blunt away to take a pull. Maybe he would find some success, he entertained the concept of having a consistent fuck buddy, but sometimes he was lonely and just wanted someone to lay up with. He wanted to be optimistic about something for once, taking his final pull and ashing the blunt out. The smoky haze and intoxicating scent lulling him to sleep. 

Fuck optimism, Tomura thought. It had been three days with zero matches or messages, and he was starting to think there had to be a glitch in the system. The only time he had seen a match is when he accidentally swiped on Midnight's profile, a famous Only fans content creator who specialized in BDSM. The same Midnight that he happened to be a top donor for and occasionally bought panties from, but that's beside the point. The profile was poorly made with blurry, uncropped pics taken straight from her social media profiles. The lack of detail and legitimacy was apparent. Tomura felt terrible for the poor soul who probably fell for it, but it made him think… 

Why not see how different the response would be if he ran a profile under someone else's guise.  Someone more attractive, someone more affluent, and someone more famous. This was simply a social experiment; no harm would come from it of course. He would simply ghost anyone who wanted to meet, keeping all interactions virtual. Now who could he possibly pretend to be. without getting caught. Tomura's eyes finally settled on an Axe ad playing on tv featuring male model Keigo Takami. Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome would definitely attract the feminine masses.  

Ding ding ding, it was like a bell went off in his head; he had found his new look. He started to scour the internet for any pictures of Hawks that weren't already posted to his socials and be sure to crop any evidence out. A few hours later, Tomura gazed over his final product. He thought it seemed too good to be true; he was sure that anyone with a working brain would know the profile was clearly a catfish. It was too clean, too pristine, and too perfect, but Tomura was tired of the profile's nit-picking details and saved his last changes. It was starting to get dark, and he had to begin his Comp Sci homework soon so he'd have time to play zombies on Call of Duty later. 

Tomura woke to a multitude of buzzes notifying him of the several hundred matches he'd accumulated overnight on his Hawks profile. Apparently, no one had a working brain within the 15-mile radius. The messages were filled with tons of chicks he had seen on campus or in class. He even recognized the one from the Halloween party. He spent his morning smoke break, siphoning through the various contenders.

Too tall.

Too blonde.

Too ugly. 

Until...

He finally stopped scrolling when he reached your profile; he had seen you before in his Major classes. You were a somewhat modest girl, always working to be an overachiever and teacher's pet. You hadn't spoken to him before, only forcing a smile when Tomura was caught staring at you in class. You were talented, beautiful, quiet, and you hadn't encountered Touya yet. You were everything he had wanted, and more. He started to type a message awaiting your response.

Keigo: "What's keeping you up this late, love ;)" 

Tomura thought to keep it casual enough to fit his suave persona.

Y/N: "lol, just sum late night studying keeping me up."

Y/N: "won't lie im very nervous to texting you rn, i'm a big fan 

Keigo: "it's gud knowing i have fans as cute as you ;p"

The conversation seemed to flow from there between you two, texting for almost two weeks strong. Tomura had learned so much about you in a short time, your favorite foods, your favorite color, favorite music, and your dislikes as well. Touya often came by his room to check in on Operation: Get Shiggy Some Pussy, only to be met with a "Fuck off," and yet another door slammed in his face. 

You gushed over how lucky you were to be texting the one and only Keigo Takami. Of course, you were skeptical at first, but what kind of fucked up person would take the time to pretend to be another person? The conversation between you two was great and always kept you on your toes. Still, sometimes days would pass before you received a response; you chalked it to the fact that he was always busy as a celebrity and didn't always have time to respond to you. 

You were currently lying in bed and unable to fall asleep; you peered at your phone to see that it was 2:05 am. You let out a sigh, preparing to stare at your ceiling until you finally fell asleep, only to be interrupted by a chime from your phone. It was a message from Keigo. 

Keigo: you up? ;(

You instantly typed a response, scared that you had done something wrong.

Y/N: yup, what's wrong…?

Keigo: i'm so fucking hard rn baby ;(((

Oh shit, you hadn't prepared yourself for that response; maybe he injured himself at work or-

Keigo: you still there babe? send a pic ;p

You definitely hadn't prepared for that, but who were you to deny him. Keigo could've asked anyone else in the world, but he asked you. Not wanting to leave him waiting, you quickly shucked your shirt off and used your arm to push up your breasts, giving an illusion of the perfect push up bra. You promptly took several pics, taking the time to edit and select the ideal filters to complement your skin tone.

Y/N: 1 image sent

A bubble indicating him typing popped up instantly 

Keigo: 3 images sent

Keigo: fuckkkk babe, ur such a tease

You opened the pics, feeling your panties dampen slightly. It was a cock, well Keigo's cock, fat and engorged, leaking pre-cum against his toned belly. He was mostly well-groomed, but a prominent white tuft of hair appears in the picture, making you wonder if Keigo was actually a natural blonde.

Keigo: 1 video sent

 let me see that pretty pussy baby, 

It was a video of Keigo languidly stroking his cock, how romantic. It was only right for a gorgeous man like Keigo to have a pretty cock to match. What he lacked in girth was definitely made up for in length, complemented with a slight curve that could definitely reach that itch that none of your toys could scratch.  By now, you had ditched your panties and started to slowly start to fuck yourself open with one finger at a time. You started recording and angled the phone against your pillow, trying to capture you desperately fucking yourself on your fingers, letting out a small whimper with each thrust.

Y/N: 1 video sent 

You began to fuck yourself vigorously, dragging the accumulated slick over your clit with slow, circular strokes. You felt your orgasm on the brink, growing more restless and desperate, humping reverently at your fingers, whimpering desperately; you were so close...There was a sudden surge of fluid from your core, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you kept carefully fucked yourself through your climax. The post-orgasm bliss lulling you to sleep, your eyes had finally fluttered shut, only to be awakened by another chime. 

Keigo: 1 image sent 

look @ all that cum baby, its all for you ;)

Y/N: when can we meet? my fingers can only work for so long :p

Read: 2:53 am

Aw man, maybe he fell asleep. You were definitely fighting sleep at this point as well, finally closing your eyes, satisfied for the night. 

Tomura struggled to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach. That was the third time this month you'd ask about a meeting, and it was frankly starting to piss him off. He'd have to come up with something fast if he wanted to keep you around. Even though he didn't have much of a moral compass left in his body, the feeling of guilt was hard to ignore. You didn't deserve to be roped into his fucked up social experiment… 

A yawn interrupted Tomura's guilty thoughts. He could continue to feel guilty when he wakes up tomorrow.

 The following week your prayers had been answered, Keigo finally agreed to meet! It had been such a bittersweet feeling. What if he thought you looked nothing like your profile pictures? Would he reject you and run the other way, screaming? You tried to push your doubtful feelings down by distracting yourself with running errands. Finding the perfect outfit to wear, getting every inch of your body waxed, and picking up a lacy red lingerie set. 

Upon getting back to your apartment, you found a red bouquet of roses on the doormat. They were clearly store-bought and not of excellent quality… but it's the thought that counts! 

Lots of celebrities were frugal, and of course, Keigo was no different. After further inspection, a small white card with an address and time. You searched the address finding a mid-grade hotel on the outskirts of the city. Keigo was definitely a (cheap) frugal man dedicated to his discretion. Soon realizing that the time on the card was approaching, you quickly ran to shower and primp yourself for the evening. Not even thinking to question how he found your address in the first place...

You had finally arrived at the sketchy hotel, noting that there were little to no cars in the parking lot and noting that none of them looked like they belonged to Keigo. You wandered through the lobby until you finally reached the elevator, tapping the button for the 5th floor. You tried to shake off your pre-meeting jitters, you already knew everything would be fine, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong...

Those intrusive thoughts were soon interrupted by the chime that indicated you had reached your floor. You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator, pacing yourself as you walked to your destination. 

Room 555 

How fitting, you thought. Your knuckles rasped against the door several times.

"Come in." A voice sounded through the door.

You peeked your head around the door before taking a step in the room, not being able to locate the owner of the voice. You gasped after taking the appearance of the room. The room had rose petals haphazardly strewn across the floor. Candles flickered on the dresser, a bubble bath was run in the bathroom, and to top it off, a too cheap bottle of champagne on ice. 

There was clearly an effort made, which made your heart swoon, hoping to put a real face to the man you've been speaking to for the past few months, you said out into the empty room.

"Keigo, I like what you've done with the place. You can come out now," you giggled.

"I'm glad you got the flowers," a raspy voice responded.

.......Huh?

Your joy instantly crushed, having heard Keigo's voice multiple times in the interviews you've seen, it sounded nothing like that. Unless he'd suddenly started chain-smoking within the past few months. A loud alarm started going off in your head. It was definitely time to go.

You twirled on your heels and reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by a hand gripping your upper arm.

"Leaving so soon? The bathwater is still warm…" The mystery voice informed.

"Oh… I think I have the wrong room, so sorry about that." You squeaked, attempting to reach the door again only to be dragged into a bony chest. 

Your chin was tilted, forcing you to meet eyes with "Keigo." Who was actually a porcelain-skinned tower of a man with shaggy white hair that had an oddly familiar look to him? 

"Let me go! You're not Keigo!" You screamed, hoping to alert any other guests on the floor.

"Fucking took you long enough. I thought you were smarter than those other bitches on campus. Tomura balked, struggling to keep you still in his grasp.

Campus. That's where you recognized the face and voice of your captor, you were both in the same Comp Sci class, and you'd often caught him staring as you worked, chalking it up to you having something on your face or in your teeth. The realization caused tears to spurt from your eyes.

"Poor baby, didn't mommy and daddy teach you to not speak to strangers on the internet?"

"I-I thought y-you were K-Keigo," you gasped, struggling to control your sobs. 

"Well, I'm not. Get over it." Tomura slurred, placing sloppy kisses over your collar bone, slowly backing you towards the bed. 

You couldn't bring yourself to move or fight anymore, body stiff with fear. Your sobs increase in volume after feeling your legs make contact with the edge of the bed. You didn't know this man from a can of paint, and here he is about to assault you. 

"Stop crying before I leak those sexy little videos you shared with "Keigo." Imagine if everyone in the class knew how much of an easy slut you are?" Tomura hissed, shoving you unto the stiff mattress, springs squeaking as you bounced. 

You cradled your mouth, struggling to stifle your sobs. Why hadn't you recognized the signs sooner? You spent so much time looking at the situation through rose-colored lenses that you had utterly neglected your safety. But it wasn't the time to feign sympathy for yourself. You needed to take action, and soon—the shaggy haired stranger dragging your motionless body towards the end of the headboard. 

"Wait!" You gasped, hoping that you could possibly reason with your captor.

"What's your name? 

This was your final chance to escape. You suddenly kicked forward, aiming for his face, failing miserably as it was blocked. Both legs were then shoved into a mating press, granting Tomura the space to press himself even closer to you.

A groan left Tomura's mouth, frotting against your clothed mound, smothering your neck with sloppy saliva drenched kisses. You cowered at the feeling, curling away from his advances. The dry humping continued until a final groan of desperation was released. He was too grown for this shit and didn't feel like going home with stained boxers when your sweet heat was right in front of him.

The red bodycon dress you decided on was shredded down the middle, leaving you in your lingerie set. You added that to the list of things you were already regretting, moving to cover yourself the best you could. Your efforts to preserve the crumb of modesty you had left were futile, both hands knocked out of the way.

"You don't have to hide princess, I think Christmas came early.” “You're wrapped so pretty, baby." He chuckled, moving to fondle your breasts. Taking the time to pinch and pull at both nipples, drawing small hesitant gasps. 

"I'll play with these more later. You don't know how long I've waited to play with that cute little pussy in person." You felt your panties tugged to the side, embarrassed with the amount of arousal accumulated below. The feeling was soon replaced with horror after feeling the tip of his cock dragged between your slit.

Tomura used the residual slick to grease his cock, bypassing the need to stretch you out. He pressed forward, forcing himself inside, pausing to catch his breath. Damn... it's been a long time. 

You yelped in pain, closing your eyes in hopes of blocking out the situation at hand. You felt him start to pick up his pace, causing small tinges of pain to course through your body. 

"Mmmm, open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you." He gasped, realizing you hadn't complied yet, he landed a firm slap on your cheek. "Not only are you dumb, but you're also deaf too… open. SMACK your. SMACK fucking. SMACK eyes." 

Your eyes shot open, brimming with tears, finding yourself face to face with your captor. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, dainty white lashes framing the lids, traces of dry patches on his face. He wasn't ugly. You'd honestly give him a chance if he asked you out like a decent human being.

His pace had gained traction, hips crashing against yours. You found yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, discreetly fucking yourself against him. You wanted to protest and resist against him, but with your inhibitions lowered, you found it hard to comply. Each thrust pulling you further into the abyss that was your impending orgasm. Your lust-filled thoughts being interrupted by the stranger's incoherent mumbling.

"Tomura."

"Huh?" you whimpered, not fully understanding what he said. 

"My name is Tomura."

"Okay and mine i-"

"Shut up and say my name." Tomura's thrusts were sporadic, signaling his impending climax. "Beg me to cum…... please." 

You barely registered the final demand, not recognizing the soft tone of his voice.

"T-tomura, p-please let me cum!" you begged, right on edge needing something, anything to push you over.

Two nimble, callused fingers drew delicate circles over your clit, forcing you to writhe and sob as your orgasm coursed through your body. The feeling that followed was one of warmth as Tomura came, slowing his thrusts until he collapsed, encasing you in his arms.

Your eyes fluttered shut with your post-orgasm haze lulling you to sleep until a wet, sticky substance trickled along your inner thigh... 

What the fuck....

You nearly launched yourself from the bed, fighting to separate yourself from your captor's arms.  

"What is wrong with you?"

"You didn't use a condom," you wailed, tears perched at the corner of your eyes. You didn't have the time for a child, you were doing great in classes, your parents would reject you, you'd be stuck playing house with some stranger and-

"Stop muttering. You're fucking up my nap. I'll buy a Plan B when I wake up." Tomura mumbled into the pillow, dragging you back into his chest.

You continued to fight his grasp, pausing after feeling a firm pinch to your side. Fighting was futile at this point, and you couldn't fully assess the situation until you had some decent sleep. 

Closing your eyes for a few seconds wouldn't hurt…right?

[3raaaachachacha]

All members x female reader / 2.6k words / angst / fluff

Warnings: fainting, overworking, lack of nutrition, excessive exercising, over stressing 

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Im Jaebeom

It was an extremely long day for you, working a nine hour shift with multiple complications along the way. You didn't mind the extra hours since you were making more money, but it was still tiring. You didn’t get a chance to have breakfast or lunch since you were too distracted with everything else that was going to, making sure you finished all your tasks before you left for the weekend. Finally, after what felt like forever, your phone buzzed to ask on your whereabouts since it was getting late. You’d quickly packed up and headed home, ready for the comfort of your bed and your boyfriend’s arms. Jaebeom welcomed you with a kiss, and followed you towards the bathroom to ask about your day while you showered. Though once you had the hot water running and you began to strip, it seemed like the whole world was spinning and the warmth of the bathroom wasn’t helping. It wasn’t too long before you saw stars and fell to the ground.

You fell faster than Jaebeom’s body let him move. Immediately, he’d rush to your side, confused as to what just happened, but having an idea as to what he issue was. You always wanted to prove to others you were capable, which explains why you would neglected your own health just to prove others wrong. Jaebeom would carefully pick you up before turning the shower off and laying you on the mattress, stripping you on the remainder of your clothing and into one of his shirts. He’d sit with you for some time, wiping a wet rag against your forehead to cool your warm body down. Once you woke up, you knew Jaebeom was going to scold you, but to your surprise he didn’t. Instead, he brought you into a hug before kissing your temple and asking you to take better care of yourself. If you were too busy, you should let him know and he’d bring you food, so that you don’t go without. Jaebeom wouldn’t let you shower since the heat was too much for you at the moment, but instead, told you to pick a film while he made you some ramen to eat before bed.

Mark Tuan

It had been a long day already and classes plus the large workload you had, was not making it go any faster. You had been at university all day from your first class at 8 am to your last class that ended at 8 pm. You had breaks in between your classes, but it was midterm season which meant that you didn’t have time to waste by stopping to take a break or even grabbing lunch. You knew it was bad, but you couldn’t get behind. You hated yourself for it since you had only had a cup of coffee today, and you knew that if you didn’t get some kind of sustenance in you soon, you would pass out. Thankfully, it was time for you to go home after the long day, and you made it home without any complications, but you would regret thinking that soon enough.You entered your shared apartment with your boyfriend as he smiled at you to greet your tired figure. You could feel your body begin to relax at the sight of him alone, but you thought wrong. Your eyesight suddenly went dark as you lost control of your body. Mark’s body reacted faster than his words as he caught you before you hit the ground while your limp body laid in his arms.

He was so confused as to what had caused this, but nonetheless, took you to your bedroom to get you comfortable. He made sure you were taken care of and placed a cool cloth onto your forehead as anxiety washed over him. It was only about an hour until you woke up, making Mark shoot up from his sitting position. He began to scold you about fainting and asking what had caused this to which you told him how you hadn’t eaten yet today. That would upset him a lot, making him yell at you for being so irresponsible, but before he could let his anger get the best of him he would leave the room for a bit before coming back to sit on the bed with you, taking you into his arms. He would inform you that he just ordered takeout and that he got you two meals you had to eat, which would make you happy, but also make you smack him lightly. He knew you wouldn’t finish them, but he wanted to make you feel better since you clearly had a long, hard day and he didn’t want to make it any worse.

Jackson Wang

You had been at the office all day, actually arriving earlier than usual since you had gotten a text from your boss about his son being sick and not being able to come in today. That meant that any work your boss needed to get done was now your priority. Sometimes being the assistant to the director was a hard job, but it was rewarding at times as well. After about 8 hours of doing work with no breaks, you were beginning to feel light headed. You pushed through another 3 to quickly make your way home. You needed to lay down. Your boyfriend had texted you saying that he was cooking dinner and should be ready once you got home. You were so happy, you hadn’t eaten all day. Once you arrived home, Jackson happily greeted you as you something abruptly felt off. Your vision became blurry as your head began to spin. You tried to grab onto the couch to steady yourself, but you missed and fell to the ground as your vision went black.

After seeing the sight unveiled in front of him, Jackson would be so upset that this happened, but after finding out that it happened since you didn’t eat all day, would make him frustrated with you. He would make sure to take care of your unconscious body until you woke up with a long groan. When you were conscious enough for him to scold you, he would and there would be no end to it since he was so worried about you. You felt bad and would begin to cry from exhaustion as well as guilt. Jackson knew that he needed to be there for you rather than scold you at the moment, even though that's what he wanted to do at the moment. He would get you a glass of cold water with some meds as well as bring the both of you dinner and make sure to place more food on your plate than usual. He would make sure that you stayed in bed all evening and even slept in the next day. He would inform your work that you had a migraine and would need to come into the office later. You were not one for skipping work, but you were very thankful that he had done that for you. The small recovery period was very needed.

Park Jinyoung

You had been really stressed about final exams coming up that you weren’t able to sleep much in the past week. Your appetite had also decreased from the amount of anxiety that you were feeling. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in almost two weeks, making the whole situation worse, but thankfully, you were seeing him tonight. You had just gotten done with a study group and the sun was setting in the distance as you made your way back to your apartment. You would feel a headache coming on from focusing on your laptop for the last few hours, but you tried your best to shake it since you still had more studying tonight as well as wanting to be in your best mood for when you saw your boyfriend. After arriving home, you found Jinyoung on the couch reading a book with his glasses on, which you adored every time you saw it. A sudden rush of adrenaline washed over your body before you felt your body begin to sway and your vision grow blurry. You didn’t know what was going on until you fell to the ground, unconscious. Jinyoung had watched it all unfold as his big smile went to wide eyes and terror running through him. He made sure to call his personal physician to make sure that you were alright and talk to him about what happened and your condition. 

Thankfully, you woke up while he was still on the phone, allowing him to get some answers to how you were feeling and getting a diagnosis from the physician and not having to phone the ambulance. After being told that you were sleep deprived and a bit malnourished, Jinyoung would pout and mumble about how he was thankful that he had ordered a large takeout order for the two of you and how irresponsible you had become without him by your side. You knew he was joking, but he truly was so scared after seeing you faint that. This was the best way for him to make himself feel better after knowing that you were alright. He wanted to tease you since he missed you as well as making you feel a bit bad for your poor actions. You would sleep so well that night since Jinyoung was by your side, holding you tightly. In reality, you just missed your boyfriend like crazy and the emotional stress was taking a harder toll on you than the physical exhaustion you were experiencing. 

Choi Youngjae

Being an intern wasn’t easy, especially when your colleagues would dump all their work onto you. As an intern, you didn’t want to say no and you didn’t want to seem like you were one to slack off, so you drained yourself out on a daily basis with the excessive workload. Your days also consisted of being bossed around and told you weren’t allowed to take a break until you were finished with your work. You knew this wasn’t a place you wanted to stay at, but for now, it had to do. Youngjae would notice your fatigue, and how you wouldn’t say much when you arrived home. Today, however, you just didn’t look right. He’d welcome you home and you wouldn’t respond like you usually did which concerned him. He’d watch the way you walked towards the cupboard to get a glass out, standing on your tiptoes really just showed how fatigue and exhausted you were because within seconds the whole world was spinning and you remember falling into your boyfriend's embrace before the world went black. Youngjae would carefully pick you up and place you on the couch before giving your body a little massage. 

He really hated seeing you like this, so frail and small under him. The way your eye bags were standing out of the way you looked so pale and slim. He knew of your troubles at the firm since you vented to him about it almost every night. Thankfully, you woke up not too much later, feeling absolutely exhausted and wanting nothing more than to cuddle into Youngjae’s side. Immediately, he’s asked you what was wrong and if you had any symptoms earlier. He was upset to know that because of all the bossing around, you were unable to think clearly and you neglected the thoughts of food and water to keep you energized. Youngjae would feel the need to apologize for not noticing sooner about how you were feeling and how much this internship was affecting you mentally and physically. He’d sit you down after cooking you a meal, wanting to know more about this firm before looking for other places with better reviews. He was not going to let you get like this again.

BamBam

It was finally that time of the year that you had been anticipating for. It was a Leukemia marathon. This year it really meant a lot to you since you dad was in the late stages, and you wanted to do this to show more support. It was going to be a 20km marathon, which meant you needed to rehearse and train to be able to accomplish something so intense. You weren’t going to lie, there was little food you consumed with such an excessive amount of exercise. You pushed yourself through it, remembering that it was for your dad. Your boyfriend noticed just how interested you were about the marathon and he knew once you started something, you had to finish it. The lack of food was definitely starting to take a toll on you, especially the day where Bambam came to visit you in the gym. Your whole body just seemed off and when you began to move on the elliptical, you lost your footing, but Bambam was there to catch you.

Bambam would be beyond frustrated that you let it get out of hand, he trusted you to be responsible during this time despite his concerns. He’d take you back home to get your body temperature under control while playing a cool rag on your forehead. When you woke up, he’d be offering you water since he knew you were dehydrated. He’d also give you a scolding about the responsibilities of looking after yourself and how you should have been drinking more water and eating fuller meals. He could only imagine what could have happened if he hadn’t show up in time. He’d make sure to snuggle you all night, making it so that you couldn’t get up from the bed, but at this point, why you would want to? It was too warm anyways.

Kim Yugyeom

Yugyeom knew of your condition, though he thought it was manageable most of the time, only when you were doing what you were told and looking after yourself. You were stepping up to be in charge while your manager was going to be away for a month. You were thrilled to be given that opportunity, though the thought also scared you. The work load was intense, but you knew you were able to distribute it between your coworkers, but that’s what scared you most. The thought of your coworkers hating you and treating you differently for giving them work and trying to be better than them. The best way to clear your anxiety was to take more up upon yourself. That meant extra hours and less time for yourself, meaning forgetting about taking your medications. It was also hard for your boyfriend since he was busier than usual and he wasn’t around as much, but he would notice your lack of replies to his texts, which definitely worried him since you were one to always update him. When he went by your place late at night to see you weren’t home and you medicine was sitting in the same spot from three days ago, told him something wasn’t right.

He arrived at your work place in time as you were at the top of the stairs ready to leave, but you were lopsided. Yugeyom quickly ran and made it to you in time as you dropped to the ground and passed out. He would be frantic, he obviously knew why you passed out, you used to all the time without taking your medications, but it was meant to be prevented. He’d quickly carry you to his car to get you home to, which you groggily woke back up as he carried you inside. Immediately, he’d get your medication and some food. He’d lightly scold you on the importance of taking your medication with how dangerous it could have been if you neglected it any longer. Yugeyom would feel bad for not being by your side sooner, but would be thankful he made it to your work on time. He’d wrap you up in a blanket and call in sick for you for the next few days. He was going to keep a close eye on you until you regained your full composure before he let you back to work.

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The Lions Den

Mafia!Taehyung x Wife!Hyejin

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 11.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings In This Chapter: Master Kink, Pet Kink, Belly Worship, Spitting, Cunnilingus, Dom!Taehyung, Brat!Hyejin, Bondage, Degradation (Slut), Pussy Slapping, Spit Swallowing, Pregnant Sex, Orgasm Denial, Edging, Cum Swallowing, Multiiple Orgasms, Cream Pie, Praise, Forced Orgasms, Clit Pinching, Squirting, Blood, Gorey Descriptions, Cut Body Parts

A/N: Shout out to @xjoonchildx​ and @ladyartemesia​ for beta-ing this and rooting me on

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Sequel to The Bird Cage

Soft and heart fluttering is the only way Taehyung would describe his wife. Her skin was soft, words softer. Her eyes were always soft in expression looking at him. With a groan he rolls over in bed before pressing his lips to her hair. His hand landing gently on her growing belly as he sighs. He’s loved this woman for years, probably since the first time he saw her. She was everything to him, his sun during the night. His moon that waned high in the sky. His lighthouse that guided him home. 

“Hye?” He whispers quietly in the morning lit room, his throat clearing away the sleep that enshrouded him a few minutes previously.

She was so constantly tired because of his son and if he didn’t have his best friend Jimin to tell him what to expect he would really be a lost puppy. She makes no move, gentle breaths through parted lips as she sleeps and he smiles gently before rubbing her belly as his son squirms within her. 

“I love you.” He whispers aloud before burying his face in her hair. 

It was many years ago now that he first saw her, he can remember how frail her body looked. Her eyes were so huge compared to her face then. She had a cute button nose, he remembers as he runs his hand over her belly. She gave him a gentle smile when he entered the mansion on her first day at work. Mirae worked her hard at first, to make sure she was up to the task at hand. He watched her clean the sitting room, his body hanging over the second floor railing as he sipped a glass of whisky. She was so precious, so shy and sweet. He couldn’t seem to find himself looking anywhere else on that first day. She was a distraction for him, a distraction from the man in the playroom that murdered his little sister. For the first time, in the longest time, he wasn’t angry or guilty when he looked at her.

He followed her everywhere on her first day, talking to her and smiling so brightly the sun couldn’t possibly be his rival. Her voice was small then, catering to every whim and stupid task he put her up to just to see her. He would ask her to bring him water every two hours, ‘for hydration purposes.’ But, in reality he just wanted to drink in as much of her as he possibly could. He hated the curfew that the maids were given, he wanted to see her far later than what was allowed. Which he brought up to Jimin a few times only to hear mumbles about how whipped he was from his best friend. 

She began to open up to him as time went on, the first few months she worked at the house Taehyung could feel his breath catching every time he laid eyes on her. Her body began to fill out again as she stayed longer and he felt this overwhelming sense of love and ardor for this maid. He remembers barging into Jimin’s office during a meeting once. Disregarding the two Im’s that sat before the desk before pointing his finger at his best friend. He remembered telling Jimin how much he wants Hyejin. To give him to her. Jimin snorted over the rim of his whisky glass, telling him she’s a person and not a birthday present. With the roll of his shoulders he pleaded with his best friend, pulling him out of the office to relay how happy she makes him and how she makes him forget about his anger and guilt over his sister. Jimin promised him that if Hyejin wanted him, he could gladly have her. He had never seen his best friend so happy and he would want nothing more for Taehyung.

He can remember the times when he would sneak downstairs after curfew. Knocking gently on Hyejin’s door to see her. He can remember her voice laced with sleep as she would open the door a few inches and they would sit on the floor and talk to each other through the cracked door. He would ask her trivial questions he was dying to know. Like her favorite color and season. Her favorite food and favorite time of day. All to get to know the woman before him better. 

He remembers taking her out after curfew to the back garden where they sat and talked about every little thing and nothing at all. He held her then for the first time. He kissed her for the first time there too. He took her virginity that night, took her everything and made it his. He can remember everything with her so well it feels like just yesterday.

Now here he was, years later. Arms wrapped around the woman of his dreams as she grows his child within her. He runs his fingers over her stomach, sighing as he buries his face in her black hair. She groans gently as his son kicks harshly within her, clicking his teeth he sits up before pressing his lips to her bare belly. “Enough now, Hyungwon.” He chides as she runs her hands over her face. He shushes her gently, before kissing up her naked body. 

"Sleep more, you deserve to rest." He whispers before pressing his lips to her forehead. She hums to him before blinking slowly, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "I'm awake now." She mutters and he chuckles against her temple as his lips drift lazily over the skin.

"I love you." He mumbles before hugging her tightly. She gives a small giggle, smile widening on her face as he rocks her gently in their large bed. "I love you too."

Taehyung feels the warmth of her against him, the supple globes of her ass pressed closely to his crotch and he hums to her. "I've missed you these past few days, you've been too tired for me, my love." He jeers as she turns on to her back. Her hair sprawling out on the pillow beneath her as he runs his hand over her stomach. 

"You're the one that got me so tired in the first place." She chides him before pointing at her growing belly. He opens his mouth, fawning surprise before kissing her lips gently. "Oh don't you dare pretend like you weren't begging me to knock your filthy cunt up." He mutters before spreading her knees. He situates himself between them as his hands run over the bump he so diligently has made. He takes his time, his coffee irises blowing out as he watches her dark, puffy nipples begin to harden at his smooth circles on her belly. 

"You know, Hye. Just say the word and Master will treat you like a good little girl." He whispers as Hyejin gives a short laugh. Her head lolls over to the clock. "I'm going to get my nails done with Y/N and her sister." Hyejin tells her husband as he pins her shoulders down to the bed. He clicks his teeth as his body bows down, gently he presses his stomach to hers as his lips drift over her jawline.

"Why don't you be a good girl and tell them you have morning sickness. You just can't make it today." Every word is sensually punctualised with a kiss, working his lips down towards her swollen breasts. She takes in a sharp breath as his now ragged breath fans over her pert nipple. "Do as I say pet. And, you'll get to cum all over my cock." His tongue snakes past his lips before licking at her stiff peaked nipple. 

“Tae, come on. Y/N just started talking to me again I don’t want to- oh!” The corners of his lips flicker upwards before encircling her areola, he suckles gently at her sensitive flesh. Her back bows off of the bed as she whimpers for him. His free hand rolls her other breast in hand, squeezing delicately to accommodate their growing size before he looks back up at her. His long black hair falls into his eyes as he smiles.

“Come on, baby. Play with me. Please? I have the whole day for you.” He blows gently on her nipple, sending shivers down her spine as she runs her fingers through his hair. The stubble on his chin tickles her as he bends back down. Suckling sweetly at the nipple as he rubs circles on her belly. He could feel his son squirming around as her hips wiggle. Liquid arousal pooling out and onto the sheets below.

With a scoff she reaches for her phone on the bed side table before blinking rapidly to drive away her lusty haze. “Good girl, pet.” He mumbles against her breast as she rapidly types out that she has morning sickness and won’t be able to make it. “Mmm.” He groans before kissing down the valley of her breasts. His lips kiss over her swollen skin, suckling gently at the flesh of her belly as she moans gently. Her fingers press the delete key a billion times before she can type properly. His hands spread her legs wider, thumbs stroking over her inner thighs as she whimpers quietly. 

“I’m getting impatient, pet.” He calls to her before suckling at her belly button. His tongue trails over the dark line that traipses from below her belly button to her sex. She sends the message before throwing her phone onto the bed with a moan. Her phone vibrates not long after, both of her best girlfriends sending her ‘get better’ messages. Taehyung lets out a soft chuckle before kissing at her belly and her head cranes up to watch him as her mouth drops open. “Lay down, don’t strain yourself.” He tells her before lifting his head. 

She whines lowly, “I want to see you, this belly sucks when I can’t see you.” He clicks his teeth before rubbing at the distended sides of her stomach.

“Don’t say negative things like that, Won can hear you.” He tells her before hooking his hands under her knees and pulling her to the edge of the bed. He jumps off the bed, sitting back on the balls of his feet as he dangles her legs over the edge. Pulling her closer, she sits up on her elbows. 

“Better?” He asks before brushing some of her stray hairs behind her ear. She nods with a smile, earning a snort from him before he bows down again. “You’re such a little cum slut, pet. It’s incredible.” He murmurs before splaying her pussy lips open with his fingers. He tuts his tongue as he stares lewdly at her swollen cunt. 

“You’re so swollen, pet. So fucking wet, Jesus.” He whispers before picking some arousal up with his fingers making her whimper. He brings them to his lips before tilting his head. 

“I guess someone is dying to get split open with my huge cock, hmm?” He asks before thrusting his fingers at her face. “Lick it up, taste what your little pregnant pussy makes.” He tells her and hums in appreciation as her lips open for him. He enters his fingers into her mouth before groaning as her tongue swirls around his digits. 

“That’s it, pet. Show me how needy you are.” With a whine she suckles delicately against his fingers. He pulls his fingers from her before wiping them on the bed sheets. He spits on her cunt earning a shiver from her as he watches his spittle mix with her arousal as her pussy clenches around nothing. He gives a kitten lick to her swollen clit, feeling the way it throbs on his tongue and he moans before grabbing at her thighs. He kneads the flesh before suckling harshly, loud moans ricocheting off the walls of their room as he laps his tongue against the bud. “Fuck! Master!”

Taehyung’s cock twitches at the word before looking up at her. Barely able to see him over the belly, she tugs at his hair as her hips begin to lift off of the bed gyrating for more. Inching two fingers towards her weeping cunt, he steadies her hips as he watches the baby move within her. “Watch it, pet. Watch our son.” He chided as she tugs at his hair for more. With a quick breath he’s standing before shoving her down into the mattress.  She gasps loudly as he grabs her wrists before tugging her up the bed.

“Defy me one more time, pet. I dare you. I was going to be nice but you’re being a fucking brat.” He says before grabbing the silken strands of fabric that are tied to the bed posts. 

Hyejin lets out a low whine before stamping her feet on the bed, “I’m sorry, Master. I just wanted more.” She whispers as he runs his hand over her belly before tying her hands to the bed posts. 

“I don’t fucking care what you want. You get what I give and if that isn’t clear enough I’ll tie your legs up and use you like a hole for me to fuck until I choose. Are you going to behave?” He asks her before kneeling between her legs as she strains against the fabric. With a pout she nods to him and he slaps her cunt once for good measure. 

“Words.” He demands her before letting his lips drift over her belly. 

“Yes, I’ll be good. I promise, Master.” He hums to her before thrusting two fingers into her needy pussy without warning. Her back arches, belly straining as she moans loudly. Her pussy was so much tighter, so much warmer in this state. It was almost dizzying, he couldn’t get enough. He finally understood what Jimin had been talking about all these years. Pumping his fingers in slowly, he bows back down to her cunt. 

"You're fucking soaked. Jesus." His lips encircle her clit as he sets a steady pace with his fingers. Her gasps and groans make his eyes screw shut. The pet name he so diligently trained into her is spoken throughout the quiet of the room as her hands grasp at the silk strands that keep her arms bound. "Yes. Master! Fuck!" 

He could feel her clenching around him, begging for release. Each harsh breath she takes, strains the skin on her growing stomach. Taehyung moans against her gently, lips and cheeks becoming coated in her arousal as he curls his fingers. "I want you to cum for me, pet. I want you to show me how much you love my fingers in your needy little cunt."

Suckling harshly at her clit, she gives a sharp moan before cumming. Her ears ring out with white noise as she bows off of the bed. Taehyung sits up, pulling his fingers slowly from her before spitting on her cunt. "Good girl, my sweet pet." 

He watches her for a second, enraptured by her gorgeous face as she lays blissed out before him. Kissing her belly languidly, he waits patiently before calling her attention back to him. Tugging down his boxers, he hums as her eyes become alight with wanting. "Look how much you love my cock. Drooling over it." He runs his thumb over her bottom lip slowly. Tongue peeking out, Hye runs it over the pad of his thumb and he shivers gently before tapping her cheek. 

"Sit up." His index and middle finger gather precum from his pooling slit before holding his fingers out. Sitting up, she waits patiently for instruction as he caresses her belly. 

"Open your slut hungry mouth." He tells her as he drifts the precum over her bottom lip. Like a good girl, she opens her mouth for him. He hums as he presses his fingers harshly on her tongue. She whimpers at the taste, stringy and musky on her tongue as he hooks his thumb below her jaw. He tugs her face around as she sucks diligently before pulling her closer to him. "Spread." 

Her legs open for him as he gets comfortable between them. Watching as she tugs harshly against her restraints with all her strength, he raises an eyebrow. Pulling his fingers out, he tuts his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "Misbehaving little slut, what did I tell you?"

"I get what you give." She whispers as he spreads her legs wider. She whines loudly as he restrains her ankles to each bottom bedpost. "Look at you. Flayed for me because you just can't fucking listen. Hmm?" His hand rears back before slapping her pussy. She gasps loudly, thighs quaking as she goes through the motions of overstimulation.

He's taught her before, he'll break her down before building her back up but Hye has always been a brat by nature. She always defies, it's in her personality. But, he was fine with it. Life wasn't anything but fun with this woman beneath him. "Little fucking brat, open your mouth." She pouts at her husband, defying him with her pretty face and he lets out a dark chuckle. 

Spanking her pussy against, he feels her arousal gush out of her. "Open your fucking mouth, pet." Gripping his cock, he slaps the bulbous head harshly to her clit watching her writhe beneath him.

He pinches her puffy nipple roughly, earning a sharp groan from his wife as he taps his hand to her cheek. "Let's go, pet." Reluctantly, she opens her mouth. 

Minding her belly, he leans over her before spitting into her mouth. "Swallow it." She does so with a whimper, arousal beginning to pool onto the bed sheets beneath her as she tries to close her legs for friction.

Taehyung prods at her pregnant cunt before running his hands over her belly. "Look at you. Filthy little cock whore. Filled with my son and still getting my cock all wet. What does that say about you?" He murmurs as he bends down.

His lips plucking at her pert nipple as she moans beneath him. "That I love you, Master. Always!" She whines as her hips lift off the bed begging to be filled. 

His expression softens for a mere second, thumb drifting over her cheekbone as he smirks down at her. He plants a chaste kiss to her lips before thrusting inside of her without warning. She screeches with pleasure, eyes watering as his large cock impales her. "Fucking tight cunt, Jesus Christ." His tongue licks at his lips, head lolling back as he buries himself to the hilt.

He lets her adjust to his large size. Admiring the way her small pussy stretches around him, he gives shallow thrusts as he kisses the top of her belly, tongue rolling over the distended skin. "You're so gorgeous, pet. So pretty filled with my child. Accommodating his growing size so well, you're perfect." She smiles up at him as he tightens all four of the restraints on her limbs. 

"Your pregnant little cunt feels so amazing." He rolls his hips, earning a groan as he fills every nook and cranny of her soaked pussy. He begins to harshly thrust within her, ogling the way her breasts bounce for him. "Oh my God! Master!" Hye pulls on her restraints as he fucks her into next week.

His tongue licks at his lips, hands drifting over her engorged skin. "What are you to me?" He asks loudly as he pulls her hips up. Her body quivers at the pleasure, eyes streaming with tears as she balls her hands into fists. Her words seem to have been fucked out of her as her mind grows fuzzy. 

"Answer me, pet." He demands before slapping her breast gently. It's just enough to bring her back down to Earth as the sting radiates through her body.

"A hole! Just a hole for you to fuck!" She whines, her mouth going dry in the process as he grunts at her answer.

"That's right. You're just a pregnant fucking cocksleeve for me to use. Just a pregnant little hole for me." She gasps loudly as he pinches her clit. The sound of obscenely pornographic squelching resonates throughout their bedroom as his cock begins to twitch and pulse.

"And because you're such a fucking brat, you don't get to cum. You can watch me cum in you and cry all over my cock."

"No! Tae! Please! I'll be good!" She gasps loudly as he presses her breasts together before spitting between them. 

"Too late, pet." He whispers before drilling himself home. She whines loudly, the pleasure white-hot but not enough stimulation to finally get her to the precipice. She watches him fuck her dilligently, his black hair sticking to his sweaty face as he kneads at the skin of her stomach. 

His cock throbs wildly, growing thicker and longer as his pent up frustrations from days before finally come to a head. "Oh fuck! Hye!" He curses loudly before gripping at her hips.

Bulldozing himself inside, he watches her weep for his cock. Loving the way she struggles against the restraints to cum for him. "Please! Please Tae!" 

"No." He mumbles through gritted teeth before his hips stutter. He shudders visibly with a loud groan as he cums inside of her. She sobs at the stop of movement within her, her knuckles going white as grips the silken strands of fabric above her. He sighs gently before pulling out of her. 

Gritting her teeth, she kicks her legs in frustration as his hands run over his sweating six pack. "Open your mouth, pet." He instructs as he holds his cum covered cock. Globs of white cum meet her eyes as crawls out from her legs. 

He straddles her shoulders then, smacking the cum coated head of his cock to her lips. She opens her mouth slightly and he smacks her lips once more, white dots of cum flecking her lips and cheek as he does so. "Wider, babe." The sweet pet name has her opening wider within a second. 

"Suck me clean. Get me hard again." He tells her as her lips engulf his cock. The taste of his cum is heavy on her tongue, musky and all hers as she bobs her head. Swallowing his cum, she moans loudly at the taste. Taehyung's head turns, his fingers making a V motion as he opens up her pussy lips. He smirks at her swollen cunt, brimming and frothed white with his seed. 

Hollowing her cheeks, she adores the way his length continues to grow in her mouth. "Good girl, pet." He whispers as his fingers dip through her messy folds. Gathering his cum on his fingers, he rubs gentle circles onto her clit before moaning as she swirls her tongue over his head. 

She moans in tandem with him, clit beginning to throb wanting more and more pleasure to cum again. "Look at how swollen you are, baby. Your pussy is so fucking red." He tells her before slapping her pussy once more. She writhes beneath him as he teases her, pinching her clit earning streams of spit and tears down her face.

He pulls out of her mouth, eyeing her stomach as his son moves within her and he chuckles at the sight. Climbing off he kisses her gently. His hand strokes languidly at his cock as he situates himself again between her thighs. "Fuck your clit is huge for me, right now." He tells her before spitting on her cunt. 

Her skin feels hot, pussy weeping with cum and arousal as she begs him to fill her. Dying to get off on his cock, she lifts her hips with a whine. "Alright." He whispers before prodding at her entrance again. He sets a ginger kiss to her stomach as he enters her slowly. 

His mouth drops open at the warm, wet feeling as her cunt engulfs him. "Fuck, you're so messy with my cum. You little slut. Feels so fucking good." He wipes her tear streaked cheeks with sweet strokes of his thumbs before beginning to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

"God, you're such a good girl letting me fuck your pregnant cunt like this. Letting me use your tight hole like a cocksleeve." Her moans grow louder as he rubs her clit with rough circles. The obscene amount of wetness between her folding making it easy to build her up to the precipice. 

"Oh fuck! Thank you, Master!" She whines loudly as she lifts her hips with each thrust. "You love it, don't you? Love taking my cock and cum deep in your needy slut of a cunt." 

"Yes, Master! I love when you fuck me!" He groans at her words, feeling her pussy begin to twitch and pulse around his length. 

"Fuck, look at you. Already cumming on my cock like a virgin." He murmurs as her thighs lock and quiver. Becoming a babbling mess, her moans are keen. Eyes rolling back as he pinches her clit skillfully between his fingers. 

"That's right, pet. Cum on my big cock." He whispers.

His thrusts become steadier, working hard to please his wife beneath him. Tugging harshly at the restraints, her back bows off the bed. Lips parting for air as her pleasure reaches its peak. "Cum." Taehyung demands.

With dull ears and eyes screwed shut, she orgasms for him. Voice reaching a new high as her hips gyrate on his cock. "Fuck! So tight! Good girl, baby." He praises as her cunt clamps around his length. With a whimper, her head lolls back finding it hard to concentrate on anything as she goes through the throes of pleasure.

He spreads her legs wider, hands pressing to either side of her belly as he begins to rut himself inside of her faster. Breath catching, she whimpers as he picks up her hips. The new angle is mind dazing. With every harsh thrust, the bulbous head of his cock brushes against the spongy patch of nerves within her. 

Gritting her teeth, she whines loudly as he fucks her though over stimulation. "T-Taehyung! I-I can't!" She gasps out, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. 

"You were crying to cum, pet. What's wrong? You can't handle the pleasure I give you, hmm? I'll make you cum as many times as I want." Hyejin whimpers as he thrusts with purpose.

Picking her ankle up and slinging over his shoulder, he changes up the angle once more. Deeper inside her now, she screams for him. Her wrists become chaffed by the silk as he licks at his perfectly pink lips. "That's it, pet. Look how wet you make my fucking cock. Jesus." He can feel his own orgasm coming as he locks eyes with his wife.

She begins to blubber again, words having no origin nor ending as her eyes roll back. "Good girl." Pinching her clit, without warning she orgasms again on his cock. Her breasts raise towards the ceiling as her cum squirts onto his thighs.

"Fuck! Look at that!" He groans through clenched teeth before driving himself home. He could tell it was becoming too much for her and he takes pity as she whimpers his name beneath him. "I love you." He whispers as his cock throbs wildly for release.

"I love you too!" She cries out as he stutters inside her. He sighs loudly as ropes of cum lather her swollen cunt. Wiping his hand across his sweating forehead, his tongue purchases between his teeth as he chuckles. 

Pulling out ever so gently, his lips rest on her belly. Giving gentle kisses he unties her wrists expertly, not even having to look at the process he's done so many times before. "Did I put you to sleep my Won? Hmm?" He asks sweetly before untying her ankles. 

Hyejin groans as she closes her legs and with a laugh, he lays beside her. It's unspoken that she places her head on his shoulder. And, it's also unspoken as she drifts his fingers over her forearm. "I missed you, baby." He whispers before placing his hand over his heart.

She looks up at him, chin hooking onto his pectoral muscle as she smiles. "I missed you too. Hyungwon has made me so tired and that whole Im thing just took us apart for a while." He nods to her before closing his eyes.

His hand rests on her belly as he sighs loudly. "Anything I can do that will protect our family, I gotta do it." She nods in agreement before running her nails down his chest.

"I'm so happy that Y/N is talking to me again." Hyejin admits. 

Taehyung gives a tired smile before tilting his head to look down at her. "She was having a hard time being jealous. That isn't to say she wasn't happy for us but, I know just how much she wanted another baby." 

With an agreeing hum, Hyejin throws her leg over his. The afternoon had gone by so quickly, it almost shocked him as his wife's stomach growled. "He's hungry." He whispers before patting her thigh. 

They sit up together as he kisses her temple. "What does my beautiful wife want to eat today?" 

Wrapping his arms around her, his fingers run ticklish circles around her belly as she hums to herself. She buries her face into the nook of his neck, taking in his scent of fresh soap and lingonberries. Hugging him tightly, she runs her fingers over his abs.

"You're so indecisive." He says with a laugh.

Bending down he whispers to her stomach as he lays his head on her thigh. "Won, what do you want to eat? Mommy can't decide. Do you want ginger chicken? Or soup? Noodles? Tell daddy what you want." 

"Oh. Cold spicy noodles sound delicious. " Hyejin murmurs out, earning a chuckle from her husband. 

"Then I'll get it for you. Whatever you want." He says as he kisses her temple. Jumping out of the bed, the smile that spreads across his face is dazzling. Everything he could ever want was right in front of him.

Stepping out of the restaurant, he takes his mask off of his face before walking towards his new Porchse. A perfectly wonderful present from his best friend for his birthday.

"Kim Taehyung?" 

Swirling his body around on the drop of a dime, his hand grips at his gun in the back of his pants before nodding at the delivery boy that stands in front of him. 

"What do you want?" He asks, gripping his gun tighter as a white cardboard box is presented to him. 

"Delivery." The boy says as he holds the box out farther. 

"Oh yeah? From who?" Tae asks as he sets the food on the hood of his car.

"No return to sender, just said to deliver to Mokja for Kim Taehyung." He clicks his teeth before pointing at the hood.

"Put it down and get lost." He mutters out.

Bending down he pulls his knife out of his strap around his ankle watching the delivery boy put the box on the hood. 

Quickly, he hops back on his moped before handing Taehyung the clipboard. 

"I need you to sign." He says.

He rolls his eyes before grabbing the pen and signing his name. 

Chucking the pen at the boy, he turns his body to the white box. Stabbing the box twice, he steps back before huffing gently. 

"What are you?" He mutters before opening up the box.

Peeking inside he groans at the nose and toes that sit inside the bottom of the box. With wide eyes he closes the box back up before shivering. He has to talk to Jimin immediately. 

"Fucking freaks." He scoffs before grabbing the box and the food before hopping into the driver's seat of his car.

Something is very wrong.

[kpop---scenarios]

Deception

Previous Chapters can be found: Here

Warning! Threesome Smut!

A/N: IM SORRY IT SUCKS

You bite your lip as you watching Hyungwon and Changkyun stalk towards you, their cocks tightening their pants. You were nervous, of course. Never had you fucked two at once but it was an experience you were willing to try.

“You sure you can handle this baby" Changkyun chuckles, looking from himself to Hyungwon and back to you.

Eagerly you nod your head. You hadn’t been sure about much in your life, but this was something you were absolutely sure of.

You refused to leave the pool, forcing the men to strip down and join you. As much as they protested, you knew it was just for show and they couldn’t wait to join you in there.

“What do you want baby?” Changkyun asked, licking his lips as he walked through the water towards you. “You’re the boss" he winks.

Now you were even more excited. As much as you loved being dominated by them, you also enjoyed being in charge every once in a while.

“You" you begin, pointing to Hyungwon “Sit on the edge of the pool" you say, patting the spot beside you. “and you" you say, looking at Changkyun “Eat my pussy” you finish, rubbing your legs together in the water. Yeah you were horny from playing with yourself earlier to tease them, but the more you thought about having the both of them, the needier you got.

“Exactly what I wanted to eat for a snack baby girl” Changkyun smirks.

Hyungwon lifts himself onto the side of the pool, his cock standing tall. His tip red and leaking precum.

Changkyun bends down, and tells you to put your legs on his shoulder, and without question you do. Your arms are propping you up on the edge of the pool as Changkyun stands up, leaving you tilted back and your pussy right in front of his face.

Without a word, he leans his face in and licks a long, slow and agonizing strip up your pussy, leaving his tounge flat on your clit. You let out a loud moan as you toss your head back into the air.

Changkyun doesn’t stay still for long, as he starts to use the tip of his tounge to tease your clit.

With your eyes closed, you maneuver your hand to Hyungwon, landing on his thigh. Moving your way over, you manage to grip his cock, giving him long and slow strokes.

Changkyun’s grip on your thighs tighten as he buries his head deeper into your pussy, licking and sucking your already throbbing clit.

“Shit" you cry out, knowing it won’t take much longer with what he’s doing to you. Your hand grips Hyungwon’s cock a little harder, pumping him as you start grinding yourself all over Changkyun’s face.

“Baby you’re going to have to stop or I’m going to cum" Hyungwon groans. Immediately your hand releases him, too focused on chasing your high to concentrate anymore on jerking off Hyungwon.

“Don’t fucking stop, please" you beg, as you move your hips in a circle. Changkyun’s tounge hitting the exact perfect spot.

“Fuck fuck fuck" you cry, as your orgasm comes, you can feel it coursing through your veins.

Changkyun smiles as he removes his face from in-between your legs, licking his lips to clean up any excess juices from you.

“Now baby. Do you want us to fuck you at the same time or take turns?” Hyungwon asked, eager to get off himself.

“Same time" you said. You weren’t about to not enjoy the experience of having two cocks in you because you were a little nervous.

Changkyun looks at Hyungwon before nodding his head towards the stairs of the pool. Hyungwon immediately knew what he was talking about and grabbing your hand to lead you over there with them.

“I want her ass" Hyungwon smirks, grabbing the waterproof lube to slick his cock.

“Perfect, because I want her pussy" Changkyun smiles.

Changkyun sits down on the middle stair, still leaving half of his upper body out of the water. He pats his lap, telling you to climb on. Taking a deep breath, you walk over there and climb on. You straddle him for a second as he lines himself up with your entrance before you slowly sink down onto his cock.

“Shit baby girl, I’ve wanted to know how good your pussy was for so long” he groans, forcing himself to hold back from flipping you onto your back and pounding himself into you.

You feel a presence behind you, as Hyungwon reaches his arms under your armpits, and holding you while you float there, giving him access to your ass.

Retrieving one arm from you, he lines himself up with your ass before slowly beginning to push into you. Your breath hitches at how much he stretches you out. You can’t help but to let out a strong moan. Both men only being half way in you at this point, it already felt like too much for you to handle.

You wince at the last few pushes of Hyungwon entering you, but as he fully enters you, the harshness dies down, making it feel rather satisfying. You’re still partially hovering over Changkyun with only half his cock inside you, but you’re ready to be pounded from both ends.

“Move” you moan.

“Who?” Changkyun asks.

“Both of you. Move and fuck me" you whimper.

Without anymore demands, Hyungwon slowly begins go pull himself out of you before slowly pushing himself back in. Changkyun slowly bucks his hips, making himself finally enter you fully. Each mans thrusts are slow and soft.

It was agonizing.

“Fuck me harder and faster" you demand, needing more.

Changkyun smirks, as does Hyungwon but you’re unable to see it.

Both men’s paces quicken as well as their thrusts become harder and a little more sloppy. You’re unsure of what you concentrate more on, the feeling being extremely overwhelming and pleasurable.

You reach around yourself, placing your fingers in between your legs and begin rubbing your clit. You know again it wont take long for you to cum and with the way these men are moaning and cursing, you know they won’t be too far behind you.

‘Fuck baby, your pussy feels just as good as it tastes” Changkyun growls, slamming himself into you.

“I’m going to cum soon" Hyungwon cries, his grip on you beginning stronger.

“Cum with me daddies" you cry out. “Cum now" you scream as your orgasm hits you from every direction it possibly could. Hyungwon yells as he coats your ass with his juices, his grip so tight as he rides his high out. Changkyun curses as he spreads himself inside of you, milking himself for everything he has.

Your body slumps over onto Changkyun as Hyungwon pulls himself out of you. You’re shivering, and exhausted, you can barely open your eyes.

Hyungwon quickly gathers the biggest towel and wraps you in it after Changkyun takes you from the pool, setting you down on a chair.

“You okay baby?” Changkyun asks.

You lazily nod your head. “Tired” you mumble, your eyes closed.

Both men wrap themselves in a towel before Hyungwon picks you up, taking you to your room and laying you down in your bed and under your sheets. The two men opt out of joining you, as you had already been asleep since he picked you up.

Going their separate ways, each man go to their rooms, to get dressed. Neither man hear the knock at the front door, but are given a letter from one of your bodyguards.

Both men read the letter, and within only a few words their entire bodies are raging. They call Shownu, telling him and the rest of the men to come home. Jiyong could wait, for now. Your stalker wanted you, and he wanted you soon.

Stop being a whore. You’re to be pure when I get you. I’ll be seeing you soon.

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[chaniters]

Crisis Control

The second part of the new series with @kruk-art‘s Awan!

 Anathema visits Awan! 

Spoilers ahead!

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The tweezers slide off your hand at the last moment, and you can smell the burnt electronics as the device dies once more.

“Shit!” you say slamming your fist against the wall.

It’s your third attempt, and it ended up just like the first two. The scrambler you’re working on should throw Void’s targeting systems off if you ever get it to work. That could give you an edge, you’re tired of his perfect aim...

“Mrreeewww” Pidgeon says rubbing against you.

You pet him absently, instantly feeling a bit calmer… the simplicity of his mind is soothing. It’s very complex work, and you’re not a specialist, but you’ll get it working, doesn’t matter if it takes one or twenty attempts.

You can do this…

“Hungry Pidgeon? Let’s get you some food… and then we’re going to work the hell out of this thing”

After attempt number seven, it finally works, and you fall on the bed exhausted, Pidgeon climbing over your arm and falling asleep, with you soon following. 

_______several hours later__________

“Let me out! I don’t like this!” You yell desperately.

“Don’t be so dramatic!” Nathaniel says, his arms crossed, from the other side of the glass on your chamber

“But it stings!” you say looking at the industrial shower nozzles above you. “Water pressure is insane on that thing and the chemicals...” 

“It’s just a regular procedure! Your skin is still adjusting to being out of your pod!” 

“You haven’t ever done this before! You don’t know how it is!” You’ve done this dozen of times now...

He sighs.

“You’re just being one big child. You’ll get used to it!” 

“I’d want to see you get used to it!!” you challenge him

“Oh, you would like that, you little runt? Well, I’m going to show you!” he says starting to take his clothes off.

“Nat, I’m not sure you should do that...” the operator starts...

“Shut it, Jeff. I’m going to show my doll how much of a whiner he is!”

“Alright... Suit yourself. You show him who’s boss” Jeff smiles. 

“I know you’re the boss Nath, I just want to get out! This isn’t... Aaaahhh!!” you yell as the pressurized water starts running down, piercing you like daggers. The chemicals get into your eyes and it burns like fire. This is hell...

“Oh come on! It’s not that bad!” he says standing in his underwear in front of you. 

“Let me show you,” he says entering the adjacent chamber. “Hit me, Jeff!”

“Alright!”  

“You’re always complaining about everything!. This is just a bit of water and... Ghaaa!!!” he screams as water starts running on his own chamber too, the excessive pressure pushing him to the floor.

Jeff just giggles as you bot keep banging on against the glass doors. There’s no release to be had until the cycle’s complete.

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Banging on the door…

You cover yourself with the sheets

“Hello?” someone asks.

“Wha…” you asks opening your eyes and coming out of the dream.

“Anyone home?” the familiar voice says.

You know who he is even before your powers pick up the mind behind the door.

Anathema.

“I’m coming!”

“Pidgeon… sorry, time to move” you say putting the cat down. “Why is he here?” you wonder getting some pants on and walking to the door.

“Awan are you in here?” more banging

“IM COMING!” you say as you hurry for the door.

Open it up, just a bit, with the chain latch on. It could still be some kind of trap… you never know.

“Hey!” he says looking at you through the small opening. “Came to check on you.”

Friendly smile, check. Plausible reasons for showing up unannounced, check. 

Genuine concern, check. Darn. He’s already scored 3 points ahead of you.

“Hi,” you say almost reluctantly. “I’m fine”

“Ortega told me you got shot.”

“Yes, but I got better”

“Uhu,” he nods. He’s clearly not buying it.

“Yeah. It was nothing really”

“He told me it was two shots to the chest”

“He’s being dramatic”

“And then you ran away having some sort of breakdown”

“He’s exaggerating. It was late so I came home.”

“Well I’m glad to hear that”

“Good”

“I mean you’d tell me if things weren’t ok, right?”

“Obviously” you lie.

“But nothing’s wrong”

“Nope”

“Perfect. So can I come in?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m your friend?”

“We can be friends from here”

“I did invite you to my place… and I paid for your dessert last time… and it was a big one”

“You did…” It was one big expensive ice-cream, you have to admit.

“So you owe me”

“ … “

“Open the door Awan”

“Uh… Do I have to?”

“Yes, unless you want to have a puddle of acid instead of a door.”

“But I told you I'm fine!”

“Yeaaah… that’s bullshit. Open up already, let me see what we’re dealing with”

You freeze for a few seconds, pondering over your options. You could still escape through the window… Or just block the door with furniture…

“Fine. You can come in” you concede in the end.

“Thanks!” he says with a bright smile as you close it, remove the chain and let him in.

He takes a few steps inside, smiling at you.

“I didn’t know you were coming! Didn’t have time to tidy up!” you say quickly, moving to the side to let him in.

“Oh it can’t be that bad” he keeps walking forward…

Until he freezes, his eyes going all over the current state of your apartment. The broken boards… The cracked paint. The disassembled electronics laying around all over the place. The cat, eating from your unfinished meal over the table. The mess that is your bed. Your clothes, laying around everywhere. The broken chair laying in pieces on a corner…

“... And you had the guts to tell me you were fine…” he says taking a deep breath.

Why the hell did you open that door…?

------A few hours later-----------

You’re exhausted… Anathema became a pure force of nature, and you had no choice but to join him in cleaning the whole place. Throwing the trash, ordering your stuff, folding your clothes, doing laundry…

You’ve got to admit it’s looking pretty decent now. Almost like a real home. Even Pidgeon approves, now that he has his own place on a cushion and most of the obstacles and trash have been removed.

“Isn’t this better?” he asks.

“Yes,” you answer embarrassed. It’s obviously so much better.

“You’ve got to take care of yourself man”

“I know”

“How’s the chest wounds?” he asks, still concerned

“THose are fine!” you say quickly. “Not going to a hospital”

“Fine.. fine… “ he says a bit startled “I don’t get it what’s with you and hospitals”

“I don’t trust them”

“Alright, I won’t insist,” he says letting it go. “I’m just worried about you”

“I know… and.. “ 

“Hmm?” he looks at you a bit puzzled.

“Thank you,” you say, swallowing hard. “Thank you for coming here I mean…”   Thank you for caring, is what you actually want to say.

“Hey it’s ok!” he grins “I’m here for you, I told you.” he looks at the bags of trash ready for the recycling bins “How did it get so bad?”

Now that’s a good question.

“I don’t know… I guess I’ve been alone too long? At some point… it stopped mattering”

“Well, things like this do matter… Or at least they should. It’s your house after all. You live here”

“That’s true…” you admit. You hadn’t really thought about it… This was just your hideout. A base. A place to sleep in while you plan your next move. Somewhere you could keep Pidgeon safe. Not a home. Not a place to live in…

“There’s life beyond all that,” he says pointing at your large clue board” he smiles. “Don’t let it consume you.

“I’ll try not to,” you say returning the smile.

“I know all about this…” he says “...I mean I had some severe depressions too”

“I’m not depressed…” you say, doubts invading your mind the moment you say it. Are you?

“You say that but... letting go of yourself like this, It's a clear sign, you know?”

You sigh. There might be more truth to this than you can admit to yourself…

“Does it get better?” you ask, immediately feeling embarrassed. Why are you admitting this…? Why let him know how you …

“Yeah” he answers putting a hand over your shoulder. “It does get better. Trust me, it does”

You chat for a few more hours after that. 

Time seems to go fast.

Talking to him comes naturally, and makes you think about stuff you hadn’t ever considered. Your projects for the future. Your thoughts on the city. Gossiping about the other rangers. Hearing his experiences with his transition...

Something slowly begins to crack in your armor. He’s doing with Void’s bullets could not. 

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My Fanfics: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[stinkrascal]

Ok so I was thinking about your sims again 👉🏾👈🏾 and um ok so ik you said tarek's love language is romantic acts of service, but what about the others? Also like what would be their ideal first date? And how would they react to other people flirting with their partner? Like ik vlad would commit a murder, but what about brie 👀 ?

i actually listed all their love languages here!! but ideal dates?? jealousy??? OMG!! im gonna ramble so hard!! so i’ll put all this under a cut :’)))

vlad - a) vlad’s ideal date would be like... an idyllic picnic in a field, listening to soft music, chillin in the sun n eatin fruit n drinkin wine :-) all that sappy shit!! b) u know vlad. he will unalive u if u disrespect his wife. the truest simp. but anyways yes he is a very jealous person, sometimes it’s a little excessive and brie has to yell at him, to which he eventually realizes that he’s being unreasonable and he’ll step back. he really doesn’t try to be that way, sometimes he honestly just can’t help it. since he was alone for centuries, he’s extremely over protective of his family and can find pretty much any reason to dislike any man who so much as glances in breanna’s direction. his jealousy never stems from fear that breanna will cheat on him, but more so from his belief that pretty much every man on the planet is trying to bed his wife LMAO lowkey breanna loves the attention :’))

breanna - a) honestly, she’s very easy to please. just get takeout n get in bed n smoke a bowl n watch movies with her n she will be happy! ;w; b) brie is surprisingly not that jealous, like if someone finds vlad attractive shes like... well of course? look at him? Lmaoooo. unless someone poses a significant threat to their relationship, she doesnt see a reason to get worked up. like she knows how hard vlad simps u know, this man canonically KILLED her ex-boyfriend to be with her so like? she doesnt feel any reason to get upset if someone finds vlad attractive, bc she knows at the end of the day her husband is crazy obsessed w her and her alone so like <3

lucien - a) winery art galleries!! u know like where you go to art exhibits that have wine tastings!!!! sometimes they have those cute delicious tiny little cheeses that r just so good n fancy!!! going to that, then maybe takin a stroll around the park in the evening, then ending the night w a home-cooked meal. b) hes a touch possessive, but its all in good faith :’) if someone flirts with his WIFE he only feels it necessary that he puts them in their place and lets them know that she is, in fact, MARRIED!! like vlad, a true simp

gen - a) skatepark at night, long past closing time. its oddly serene, despite the faint threat of being caught. gen personally finds the parks lingering smell of cigarettes and weed very comforting. b) they r passive-aggressively jealous. they say theyre not a jealous type, but if the girl theyre talkin to is talkin to someone else, theyre like... ok. 😒😒😒

carlile - a) chiefin big rips then going to eat at a buffet....... he will eat so many frog legs like so fucking many!! then goin to see a movie in one of those big movie theaters and seein like a marvel movie or whatever. just somethin trite and theatrical with many, many explosions. b) not aggressively jealous, but his insecurities can sometimes get the best of him in arguments and sometimes he projects his fears that tarek will leave him for someone else, which isnt good u know but like :(( what can u do

nikolai - a) waking up with the sun and traveling to the largest museum he can find, followed by brunch at some hole-in-the-wall café tucked away in the city. the long drive home is spent listening to low-quality psychedelic indie rock, and when he and abigail arrive home, they nap for at least three hours. b) nikolai’s not really a jealous type, and abigail’s pretty clingy, so he doesn’t really have a reason to be jealous. although, when he's severely provoked, he’s prone to that tone of voice where it sounds as though you can’t choose between screaming, or crying.

klaus - a) perusing the local record shop, buying as many used vinyl he can possibly fit in his book sack, and listening to the new purchases in the dim-lit light of his bedroom while talking and napping in between. if he’s really into you, he’ll sing your favorite song—he might even play it on the guitar, too, if he can remember the chords. b) again, not much of a jealous type. most of his relationships have been nothing more than flings anyways, so he doesn’t often have the attachment to someone that would make him jealous, seeing as his relationships are often not exclusive.

anastasia - a) a long, early-morning walk through the aquarium, taking an extra long break to observe the sea turtles swimming about their tanks. she’ll gladly share all of her expansive sea turtle facts with you, if you promise to buy her a stuffed animal from the gift shop. afterwards, strolling downtown to shop in all the antique stores, then ending the date with lunch at her favorite restaurant. pls just let her talk your ear off and she’ll be satisfied. b) annie’s actually REALLY possessive, especially over her friends. she’s the type of person who will get offended if anyone else tries to say vaughn and caspian are their best friends, because, no? those are HER best friends? she’s never had a boyfriend before, but she can imagine she’d be just as possessive, if not more possessive, over someone she loved romantically. she takes from vlad :’)

ilya - a) he is literally like 1 yr old. he doesnt go on dates silly. when hes old enough to go on dates his dream date will be committing arson together <3 so romantic b) im sure he’ll be jealous af when hes older unless i forget u know we’ll see whenever he ages up yeah!!!!!!

bonnie - a) moving all the furniture in the living room, turning the radio up extra loud, and dancing to old-timey music!! then cooking a nice, healthy meal at home and watching reality tv while doing face masks. maybe ending the night w a nice bath fit for two <3 b) especially with her pregnancy, she’s been VERY jealous lately!! small things can trigger her jealousy, and sometimes she finds it difficult to be her usual, rational self when those feelings arise. luckily, it’s very easy to talk her out of this state, so she gets over these fits of jealous relatively quickly ;-;

 tarek - a) driving out into the forest, setting up tents in the middle of nowhere, and snuggling tight beside the crackling fire while watching the night settle. then waking early the next morning to go for a small hike towards the natural lakes scattered about. if carlile is too tired to walk, tarek simply carries him. :’)) b) level-headed as he is, jealousy doesn’t come to him often. it would take a lot to provoke him, and his relationship with carlile is so secure that he doesn’t really feel there’s a need to be jealous

abigail - a) midday trips to the mall with nikolai’s credit card in hand as he shamelessly lets her pick out anything she wants from any store she can possibly enter. she’s always sure to pick out a few outfits she’s certain he’ll love :’)). then going to get smoothies, yes nikolai’s paying for the smoothies too <3 b) abigail is extremely jealous, though she’s desperately trying to ease this habit. especially with nikolai moved to britechester, living with a female roommate, her jealousy often gets the best of her, and believe me when i say it isn’t pretty. she’s prone to dramatic outbursts, and she’ll even feel the urge to enact revenge (aka, cheat on you) if she feels you’ve truly cheated on her. she has to see and speak to nikolai often to have peace of mind, but even then, she often has her moments of insecurity. :((

caspian - a) watching some indie art film at a drive-in movie theater, binging on over-buttered popcorn and gas station hot dogs. if the weather allows for it, then he’ll lay a blanket out on the bed of his truck and lie back with his date, gazing at the stars, rambling about nothing. b) he’s a jealous type, but he doesn’t like admitting it. the truth is, though, it kills him to see someone he cares about with someone else. its just that he doesnt know how to express those feelings, so he often just shoves them away as if they dont exist at all. ;n;

vaughn - a) listen to him perform at one of his concerts, then let him fuck you in one of the bathroom stalls. a true romantic, i know. b) most of vaughn’s relationships are no-strings-attached anyways, so its rare for him to get jealous over a relationship thats already open to begin with. even when he did have partners in the past, he was never the type to be overly protective of his significant other

cooper - a) ok idc about cooper HAHA so like idk nobody is taking this man on a date anyways who cares. idk smoke a bowl with him in his car then go eat at a fancy restaurant that sounds like a very cooper bauer date to have yeah ok we’ll go with that b) he gets jealous but like in a baby way u know. if he thinks you’re into someone that isn’t him he’ll just bawl his eyes out and be like WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE!!!!!!!!! IS IT BECAUSE IM ONLY 5′6″!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes cooper it is because youre only 5′6″ im sorry short king

wolfgang - a) going around his neighborhood late at night and poking holes in all the tires parked in the streets. yes, that’s super illegal. no, he doesn’t care. yes, this is considered a date for wolfgang. keep up. afterwards, maybe he’ll sneak you up to his bedroom so you guys can watch rick and morty... cuddle. b) i feel like im gonna spoil something if i answer this fully. so. lets just say. Yes he is very jealous :)