#one way or another

[goodobservationshirley]

You don't step foot in Victoria in... 10 years, and you just show up in the middle of my homicide investigation?

[pangur-and-grim]

sometimes when I’m having a quiet moment with Pangur or Grim, I think “oh fuck what have I done” (re: the incoming kitten) because there’s a specific kind of loving calm you have with old animals that have spent their lives with you, and I don’t want to ruin that. and then other times Pangur and Grim will bother me out of boredom and ignore all their toys, and in those moments I say “heed my words, ye heathens, and despair, for I am bringing a tiny kitten to attack you. you will look back on this present boredom with gratefulness, because chaos is coming to your lands”

[explicit-tae]

One Way Or Another (2/2)

After nearly 3 years, your therapist encourages you to let the past be the past - "what can go wrong after all these years?" she says. @silversparkles11 @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @darkuni63 @mak7sstuff @namjinsworld @laylasbunbunny @roseki @castlewolfsbane @babycandy111 @minshookie29 @btsw1fe @kyglover @trevsinz @roseki

Part 1

i'm so sorry this took a whole year :')

Word Count: 7.295

Warning: dark themes, smut, yandere, manipulation, stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of dark sexual desire, noncon/dubcon, creep jungkook, kidnapping, acts of violence, narcissistic behavior, unsolicited grinding/groping, unprotected sex, creampie,

“Hyung,” Jungkook sighs over the phone, his voice cracking. “she’s so beautiful…”

Namjoon sighs over the other line. “Where are you?”

Jungkook’s legs begin to bounce, the child lying against him. “With my daughter.” was not the response Namjoon is expecting. He’s silent, unsure if his ears heard what Jungkook actually said. “Excuse me?”

“Y/N never told me…” Jungkook’s voice cracks once more. “...Why would she leave me, hyung? Leave with my daughter?”

Namjoon can hear the rage in Jungkook’s voice, getting higher as he speaks. “Calm down, Kook.” Namjoon begins. “Are you with Y/N now?”

Jungkook scoffs. “No. She left my daughter with a babysitter.”

Namjoon sighs in relief. “Alright.” he begins. “What are you planning on doing?”

Jungkook presses a kiss against the child’s head, holding her in an embrace that he doesn’t want to release her from. His heart is full, even when he knows it would just be broken by you once more.

For years he had tried to search for you to come up with nothing - all until a few months prior. He had to thank Namjoon for it, his hyung having a lead that led him to you.

 You looked so different, yet still so beautiful. It causes a smile to form on Jungkook’s lips watching you - he wants to come to you. He wants to reach out and hug you and declare how much he missed you.

But Jungkook didn’t - you weren’t ready. So what he chose to do was continue to watch - and when his eyes caught on you and the small child, he nearly cried; both in rage and in joy. Joy because this was his first child that resembled him more than not. Rage because you had left him with his child, refusing to come back home where you belonged. 

Now here Jungkook was holding his child, the small girl welcoming him with open arms. She’s sweet, willingly allowing him to hold her close and kiss her head once she heard that he was her dad - even at her young age. 

Jungkook’s attention peaks when he hears the water to the shower turn off. He sighs, annoyance running through him. He sets his daughter down, upset that his time with her was so little, but the babysitter - one who was not worthy to be around his child - was moments away from returning. 

“My beautiful daughter.” Jungkook presses another kiss to her head, sighing into it. “Appa will be back, okay?” he says, smiling down at her. 

“O-kay.” the soft voice hits Jungkook’s ears and it takes everything in him to leave her there. 

“Obviously I need to get my family back, hyung.” Jungkook responds, dipping out the front door just as he hears the door to the bathroom open. 

“I agree.” Namjoon says. “Don’t do anything too rash, Kook.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, but when it comes to having you and his daughter in his life, nothing was “too” rash.  He had to start with whoever this Stefan person was in your life.

“You like this guy, right? Your co-worker?” your therapist questions. 

Your head lays in your hands as you nod it, leaning back against the decorative chair - the same one you’ve sat in once a week for years now.

“It’s been a year since you opened up about your past.” she notes. “What you’ve been through with that man is terrible, Y/N.”

That man - your therapist never says Jungkook’s name. She refuses after you told her the entire truth of what you’ve endured by him.

“That does not mean love is out of the picture.” she leans forward with a soft smile on her lips. “You’ve spoken fondly of your co-worker. Do you like him?”

Your mind thinks of Stefan. You met him when you first moved and started a new job - and life away from what you were accustomed to. It was a stressful move that had you constantly looking over your shoulder, terrified that Jungkook would be there.

Stefan, however, appeared to be a breath of fresh air. He was charming in his own way, someone that could make you laugh when you needed it. He was persistent, but never pushy.

But even if Stefan was everything you thought you needed, you weren’t sure you could ever pursue him. You were left traumatized after Jungkook - the constant calls and messages to your phones; oftentime threatening. The amount of times he was able to find you when you thought you’d lost him - only when you filed for a temporary restraining order did it stop. But temporary was the keyword, nothing was ever permanent. Jungkook was a charming man to the public, flashing a smile and batting his eyelashes and everything he’s done could be washed away. 

The first chance you took to move away, you did, not caring if the restraining order would be voided. Jungkook would know where you’d be - he’ll have to know where he couldn’t go.

Even now, years later, you could hear the harsh, threatening words from Jungkook. “I hate that you choose them over me.” Jungkook said about Lina and any type of friendship you had. “You’re leaving me because I care about your well-being?” when you attempted to end it with him, and the cherry on top being, “You look at me as if I would ever hurt you. I could kill you then myself…but I’ve never thought about doing that once.” and somehow, you weren’t convinced.

“Y/N?”

You blink a few times to come back to reality. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize to me.” your therapist shakes her head. “You do that often. You get in your head and it’s hard to get out of it.”

You smile weakly at her. Your eyes turn towards the clock on her desk facing you. “Looks like time is up.” you murmur.

“Ah, I suppose so.” your therapist eye’s you as you rise from your seated position and gather your belongings. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” you say to her with knitted brows. 

“Happy Birthday to your daughter. She turns 3 today, correct?”

You smile, nodding your head. “Yes. Ava is turning 3.” you say. “I actually have to go pick her up.”

Your therapist nods. “I know she’ll have an amazing birthday.”

You tried your best to give your daughter everything she needed. It’s not easy - nothing in your life ever was, especially now. 

Finding out you were pregnant in the midst of getting away from Jungkook was not something you wanted to deal with - yet and still, an abortion is not something you wanted to go through. Your pregnancy was a rough one  - you’ve grown depressed and rotted yourself in self-pity. You couldn’t fully connect with your daughter until the end of your pregnancy when reality was settling in that you were going to be a mother. 

As you held your daughter in your arms the day she was born, your heart swells with love, even if she appeared similar to the man you didn’t wish to see. You wanted her to be nothing but safe and feel all the love from you that she couldn’t feel from another parent. 

“Think about it, Y/N.” your therapist speaks as she walks you towards her office door. “You deserve happiness, as well. What can go wrong after all these years?” she says. 

A shudder runs up your spine for the first time in years at her words, unsure truly as to why.

“You’re so messy.” you laugh at your daughter, going to wipe her face from the pasta sauce that is smeared on her cheeks. 

You and Ava are seated in the small restaurant, an intimate moment between the two of you. She was older now, and you always wanted to give her the birthday she deserves. However, you aren’t making the amount of money you once were - working at Sapphire's after dark made you more money in one night than you do now with a paycheck. You could only ever afford to take her somewhere to eat and a small cake.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.Sometimes as parents, we blame ourselves for not being able to give our children the world.” your therapist has said a week prior. You had cried how you wanted to give your daughter more, but couldn’t afford to. “But children don’t want the world, they want their parent’s love and support.”

It’s advice you often have to repeat so you wouldn’t put yourself down. 

“Wanna eat your cake?” you sniffle, blinking a few times to regain focus.

“Yes.” your daughter nods meekly, her voice so soft that it causes you to coo.

The cake is small and round. It’s chocolate, her favorite, and you are quick to cut her a piece. You aren’t hungry and would often watch her eat, satisfied with her being fed. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask her, noticing how her eyes would flicker from her cake up towards you. “Do you not like the cake?”

Ava shakes her head. “Where’s appa?”

You’re positive that your face pales, possibly looking as if you saw a ghost.

“W-What do you mean, baby?” you stutter. Ava has never asked for her father - or any father at that. This is the first time you’re hearing this and your heart is pumping with nerves. 

“Where is appa?” Ava asks again, this time a little higher. “Appa said he will be back.”

Your heart begins to beat loudly outside your chest. Your throat tightens, unable to respond to your daughter. Your mind is racing at her words - again, Ava never speaks like this. 

What does she mean he said he’ll be back?

“Come on, baby.” you gather the cake in your hands to save it for later. You’re trembling and it angers you. You don’t want your daughter to see you like this. “We have to go home.”

“I wanna see Appa.” Ava’s voice is growing softer and you’re certain she was going to cry. You shake your head, eyes bouncing around the restaurant. The familiar feeling was coming back - the feeling of being stared at. You haven’t felt this way in over a year. 

“Ava, baby. We have to go.” you don’t allow your daughter to continue with her tantrum. You place money down on the table, gather your daughter and the cake and journey out of the restaurant. 

“Y/N?” the sound of Yuri’s voice sounds through your phone. “Is everything alright?”

“I-I…can you watch Ava?” you murmur. “I’m sorry this is so last minute. I-I know I just picked her up but-”

“Y/N, calm down.” Yuri quips. “Are you alright? You sound so scared.”

You weren’t alright, but you couldn’t tell Yuri - or anyone - anything. You look down at Ava walking besides you, her small hand in yours. Her eyes are up at you, a slight sad look on her face. 

“Y/N…” Yuri trails off at your silence. “...I can watch Ava no problem.”

“Thank you, Yuri. I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize.” Yuri interrupts you. “You know I love Ava.”

Yuri was someone you were grateful for. You were grateful for your therapist for helping you find Yuri - she was her niece, after all. She was young and attending college. She lived in an apartment fully paid by her parents as long as she attended college. She was a sweet girl and Ava loved her just as much as she loved Ava.

It took ten minutes for you to be at Yuri’s door, her already meeting you. She slightly pats Ava’s head as you arrive. 

“Here’s her cake, I, um…she didn’t really get a chance to eat it.” your heart drops. Yuri notices that you’re trembling still as she takes the cake. “Thank you so much, Yuri.”

“Y/N, please. Are you safe?” Yuri drops her tone to assure Ava isn’t listening. The television is on in the livingroom and she’s already seated in front of it. 

“Yes.” you nod, even if you’re unsure yourself. “I just…have to go talk to your aunt and-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself.” Yuri shakes her head. She doesn’t know your backstory, and she understands that her aunt being your therapist that it isn’t something she could ask. But the terrified look in your eyes is what worries her. 

You nod. “Thank you.” you were grateful for Yuri, truly.

Within 20 minutes, you were back at your therapist's office. You were speaking nonstop, going through countless scenarios of what Ava could be speaking of about her father - stating that he would be coming back. 

“Sometimes children have imaginary friends. Especially at her age.” your therapist stands to calm you. “She probably made up her own father figure to make up for the lack of it.”

“But,” you shake your head. “I don’t think-”

“Y/N. It’s been years.” 

You inhale, counting in your head. You exhale.

“Ava is fine. You are fine.” your therapist assures. “Ava is growing older. She will soon ask about where her father is as she enters school. She will see her peers have something that she does not.”

Your head falls into your hands at her words. 

You didn’t want this for Ava - you wanted to be everything she needed. You wished she had a father figure, but if Jungkook was that, you’d rather do everything alone. 

“That doesn’t mean you aren’t an amazing mother. You are. You can’t blame yourself for this.”

“She asked about him.” you say meekly. “She said that he was coming back as if…she saw him. Can children imagine so vividly?”

Your therapist nods. “The imagination of a child is unmatched. I suggest you sit down and speak with her. She may be 3, but she’s a growing child.”

As you were about to respond, your phone sounds with a notification. It’s Stefan, you note, his name dashing through your screen. 

“Respond to it.” your therapist nods. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“He can be a psycho.” you murmur, but even you didn’t believe that. Stefan didn’t share any red flags with you and acted like a complete sweetheart.

But again, so did Jungkook in the beginning. 

“Don’t allow yourself to not feel love because of your past, Y/N.” your therapist gives you a small smile.

“He…wants to meet up.” you sigh. “I can’t it’s Ava’s birthday and-”

“Does he know about Ava?”

You nod.

“Do you not want to bring him around Ava yet?”

Slowly, you shrug your shoulders. You didn’t want Ava to get the wrong idea, especially now that she was growing older and wanting a father figure. Yet, you didn’t want to hide the fact that you had a daughter from Stefan.

“I can see you aren’t comfortable just yet with the idea of dating.” she says. “That doesn’t mean you and him can’t be friends, right? Hang around one another with Ava. See how he interacts with her. If he’s good with Ava, then it’s a step forward, no?”

You nod. “I suppose you’re right…”

You begin to text Stephan back, eyes glancing at your therapist for comfort. 

“I said we can um, meet at a cafe.” you murmur, a hot feeling growing throughout you. You haven’t felt this way in years - since Jungkook. 

“That’s good.” she smiles widely at you. “It’s good, right?”

“Yeah…I guess it is good.” you take a deep breath. “I’m sorry for coming back here so suddenly.”

“Please don’t apologize, Y/N.” your therapist assures. “You’re a mother and were worried for your child. Trust me, Ava and you are safe. You aren’t terrible for feeling the way you do after all you’ve been through.”

Hearing her words is encouraging. You just want Ava to be safe in the end - it’s your main goal. You loved Ava with all your heart, wanting to give her the life she deserves. She deserves a mother who wasn’t always looking over her shoulder afraid of a man who’s probably given up on her. 

“Thank you.” you mumble, clenching your phone in your hand.

“Appa!” 

Yuri watches as Ava runs into the man’s arm. He picks her up and holds her close. “Hey, baby.” he says softly to the little girl. “Happy birthday! Look what Appa got you.”

Jungkook is holding a small, pink bag in his hands.

“You said you’re Y/N’s-”

“Ex.” Jungkook nods his head, not liking the word a bit. “Ava’s father.”

Yuri has an uneasy feeling in her stomach as Jungkook speaks. “She told me to watch Ava-”

“I know. But I think I should be the one taking her now.” Jungkook smiles at the younger girl. “Y/N had a bit of a scare earlier.” Jungkook chuckles. “She told me to come get her.”

Yuri furrows her brows. “Really? She didn’t text-”

“Again. She’s going through something right now.” Jungkook interrupts, holding onto Ava tightly. He didn’t want to harm Yuri - not while he had his daughter. But if she was going to stick her nose in business that didn’t involve her, then he wouldn’t have a choice to. 

“I guess you’re right…” Yuri trails off, recalling the way you appeared seconds away from crying. Her eyes turn to Ava - the girl finally looked happy since you left. Everything she has tried to do to get the girl to cheer up has failed. “...Happy Birthday, Ava.”

Jungkook smiles, turning to his daughter. Yuri was smart, afterall. “Thank you for taking care of her.” he says sincerely then bows to bid his farewell. 

Jungkook strolls out of the apartment complex and towards his car. He opens the back seat and places Yuri inside of it, having already bought a car seat for her to sit in. He straps her in and couldn’t help but place another kiss on her forehead. “Here, baby. Happy birthday.” he says to her, handing her the pink bag with the gift inside.

Jungkook gets inside the driver seat and starts the car. Jungkook begins to drive, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror to assure his daughter was okay. “Are you happy you and Appa are going for a ride?”

Ara nods, her smile has yet to falter. Inside the pink bag had been a stuffed animal - the biggest she’s ever gotten - of a bunny. She holds it close to her that Jungkook just knows that when you finally came home, he would make it his mission to buy his daughter a mountain of them. 

“Appa?”

Jungkook’s hand clenches the steering wheel. He’s upset with you. Hearing his daughter call for him has a rush of emotions flowing through him - and he blames you for keeping this moment from him. How would you raise a child without a father in the home? “Yes, baby?”

“Where’s e-eomma?”

“Eomma is meeting us at home.” Jungkook says with a slight smile. He couldn’t wait to be reunited with you. “But Appa has to make a stop.”

“Stop where?”

Toddlers and their questions, Jungkook thinks. “To the lake.” he answers. 

Ava is satisfied with the response for now, and Jungkook continues to drive. 

Finding whoever Stefan was had been easy. He’s upset to know that the name has come up far too many times for his liking, and the months he has been following you, he’s grown to realize that the man was your co-worker - someone you had to see often. 

It didn’t take a genius to know that Stefan liked you more than he should, and that would cost him his life. Surely, it would be easier to just take you, his daughter and leave - yet that wouldn’t satisfy him. Knowing that you took his daughter from him - and took away the experience of him holding his child the day she was born - he had to find a way to punish you. “You’re too nice to her.” he recalls Namjoon saying one day. “She’ll never respect you as you are.” and his hyung was correct. Now three years later here we were - all because you wanted to be selfish.

“Going swimming?” Ava’s voice sounds through his ears as Jungkook parks the car. The sun is minutes from setting, the dark hue in the sky. The clouds are forming, as well, and he’s positive that the moon will be shining bright tonight. 

“Not us, no.” Jungkook removes his seatbelt. 

“I come?” Ava asks as she witnesses Jungkook get out of the car. 

“Of course.” Jungkook coos, opening the door to the back and removing Ava from her carseat. The bunny is held tightly in her embrace as she places her head on Jungkook's shoulders.

Jungkook goes around to the trunk and opens it. “Looks like Stefan’s awake, baby.” Jungkook cackles, his eyes darkening at the sight of the tied up man. “He was taking a little nap in the trunk.”

“Why?” Ava’s soft voice asks over the muffled screams of Stefan. He has tape around his mouth and rope around his wrist and ankles. Ava doesn’t appear to be frightened as a normal child would - but then again, she’s with her father. Jungkook would never allow any harm to come towards her. 

“Must’ve been sleepy.” Jungkook shrugs. “Appa’s going to put you down, okay?”

“Oh-kay.”

Jungkook places Ava down, patting her head slightly. He then proceeds to yank Stefan out of the trunk, the man falling with a thump, along with a pocket knife that he attempted to use against Jungkook.

Jungkook goes to grab the pocket knife out of Ava’s reach, the little girl already attempting to reach for it. He places it inside his pocket and turns back to Stefan. “Let’s go.” he states, but it isn’t like the man can move. Instead, he is dragged from the muddy scenery towards the lake.

Stefan’s muffled screams get a bit louder, but not loud enough. He’s squirming against his restraints, so much so that it begins to annoy Jungkook. “Stop resisting!” he hisses, his boot kicking Stefan in the ribs. “To think you had a chance with my girl is insane.”

The wooden dock is long and narrow. It creeks underneath Jungkook’s feet as he walks all the way to the end of it. 

“To think all Y/N had to do was not leave me.” Jungkook looks down at Stefan, the terrified look in his eyes comical. “Maybe then you would’ve lived to see tomorrow.”

Jungkook kicks Stefan into the lake. His body makes a splash, water wetting his boots. Jungkook turns away and makes his way back to Ava. “Such a good girl!” he cheers, scooping her into his arms. “Ready to see eomma?”

Ava nods, rubbing her eyes slightly. 

"You must be tired. Let’s go home, baby.”

Your eyes stare down at the text-message in horror, your body completely stiff.

Yuri: Hey, Y/N. Just to let you know, Ava went home with her father. She looked so excited to see him. I hope you’re feeling better than before. Please try to get some rest.

Your world feels as if something crashed through you. Your throat was tightening up and tears were swelling in your eyes. Your hands trembled, nearling dropping your phone several times. 

Ava’s father.

Ava’s father.

Ava didn’t have a father - not someone you agreed upon. She didn’t have someone you co-parent with.

Ava’s father.

That meant the feeling from before was true - the feeling of being stared at.

Jungkook was back.

Jungkook had found you.

Jungkook knows about Ava - he has Ava.

Your hands tremble as you go through a message thread you hadn’t opened in years - even after multiple number changes.

You swallow the thick lump in your throat as you press call, bringing it to your ear.

It only rings once.

“About time you called.”

Hearing Jungkook’s voice after all these years causes the hair on your body to rise. It brings back memories you want to suppress.

“Is Ava okay?”

“What type of question is that?” Jungkook hisses. He’s driving, you note, you can hear cars in the background. “I would never hurt our daughter.”

Our daughter. 

Your blood runs cold. 

“Please, Jungkook.” your voice cracks as you begin to cry, no longer caring. You just wanted Ava safe, and as of right now, she wasn’t. Not with Jungkook - anyone but him. 

“Aww, don’t cry, my love.” Jungkook’s taunting you. “I’ll see you at home.”

The line goes out before you can speak. 

Your home wasn’t far, only a few blocks away. But you’re sprinting there, pushing past anyone in your way. Your chest is heaving and your appearance was anything but presentable. 

There’s a car outside your home that you don’t recognize. It sits right outside of it - a sign that Jungkook was here.

“Ava’s asleep.” Jungkook says as you barge into the home. He’s seated in your livingroom, Ava in his arms. She’s asleep, clutching a stuffed animal you haven’t seen before. “Why are you looking at her like that? I said I’d never hurt her.”

You swallow. “I-I know.” you murmur. You don’t want to upset Jungkook. You’re positive that he’s already pissed having found not only you, but his child. “C-Can I…um…let’s put her to bed.”

Jungkook watches you for a moment, but nods. He follows you down the hall and towards a small room. A few toys are sprawled out on the floor. He places her in her bed and lifts the covers. “My pretty baby…” he murmurs, kissing her cheek. “So beautiful.”

The sight would warm your heart if it wasn’t Jungkook.

“I usually turn this on.” you murmur towards her desk. It’s a small humidifier that you flick on. It makes a noise as it works, a white noise that keeps Ava sleep during some nights.

“Come.” Jungkook turns away from you. “We need to talk.”

The door to Ava’s bedroom closes behind you. You usually don’t close her door at all - she didn’t prefer to be left in the dark. However, you wanted her far from you and Jungkook’s conversation.

Jungkook walks in your home as if he’s familiar with it, opening the door to your bedroom and flickering on the light. You no longer fight with your mind, contemplating if you were delusional or not.

Jungkook had been watching you - you’re sure of it. How long, you’re unsure. But you’re positive that he has. Ava is a sweet girl and far too trusting for your own liking, but you didn’t want to corrupt her mind when it came to meeting new people - and now you blame yourself. She had asked for her father because Jungkook had made himself present to her before…

Your heart aches at the revelation that you weren’t safe, and haven’t been for years.

“I thought about what I’d do when I saw you.” Jungkook begins just as you close the door to your bedroom. “When you first left, I’d admit I was angry.”

Jungkook looks nearly the same as he did 3 years prior - he added a few piercings and you’re positive he added more tattoos underneath his clothing. His eyes are the same, piercing right through you like they had many times before. 

“I never thought about hurting you more than I did the moment I found you.” The silence after Jungkook’s words is loud and deafening. You contemplated if you’d be able to get out the room and run down the hall to Ava’s for an escape, but you know he wouldn’t allow it. 

“You took my daughter away from me, Y/N. What have I done to you to deserve that?” Jungkook’s voice raises just a bit and you flinch when he steps closer to you. “You hate me that much? Was I not the one funding your lifestyle?”

“I didn’t ask you to.” you retort quietly - regretting it just as quickly as you said it. 

Jungkook scoffs. “I didn’t have to?” he says. “You were my girl. I gave you everything you wanted and more. Then you send a restraining order and leave with my-”

“I didn’t know I was pregnant!” you hiss. But even that wouldn’t have made you return to Jungkook.

“Your excuses aren’t good enough for me, Y/N.”

You yelp when Jungkook lunges at you. He flings you around, hands digging into your skin. You and he stumble a bit until he shoves you away. Your face is planted into your mattress, him pressed firmly against you.

Jungkook presses his nose into your hair and inhales deeply. He shudders. “You still smell the same.” he murmurs, his hips rocking against you.

You’re frightened to your core, unsure what in the world you’re supposed to say or do in this situation. You couldn’t think of just yourself anymore - Ava was just in the other room. You couldn’t trust Jungkook completely to not harm her if it meant hurting you.

“Why don’t you love me?”

Jungkook’s mood changes quickly, he leans back to yank your hair. You fight back a scream at how hard he tugs. You’re pressed firmly against his back, his nose against the nape of your neck.

“No answer…?” Jungkook hums against your neck. His hands let go of your hair, trailing to your shoulders. “...Did you love Stefan?”

You gulp, your breathing so loud that it echoes off of your walls. 

How did he know about Stefan?

Your heart thumps with anticipation for Jungkook to continue. 

“I hope you didn’t. He’s dead.”

Jungkook’s right hand grips your neck, a yelp releasing from your throat. You struggle to get away from his grasp, but Jungkook wasn’t going to allow it. He wasn’t going to allow you to leave him again - especially not with his daughter. 

“I’m tired of being nice to you, Y/N. You don’t like me being nice.” Jungkook squeezes your neck a bit harder, you grunts only fueling the erection in his pants. “I had to kill a man to make sure you know that I’m serious. Here,”

Jungkook is quick to remove his phone from his pocket and go through his photos. Your eyes widen at the picture of Stefan, bound and gagged in what appeared to be the trunk of a car.

Your stomach feels sick and you snap your head away to get the image out of your head. You can feel the tears lining your eyes.

“You killed him, Y/N. I wouldn’t have done anything if you didn’t leave with my daughter.” Jungkook pushes you away from him, releasing your neck. You fall against the mattress roughly, but you don’t have the strength in you to fight anymore.

“Why are you crying?” Jungkook snickers. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You want me to treat you like this, so I am.”

You’re flipped over once more, your back hitting your mattress. Your tears blur your vision of Jungkook, and it pains him to see how terrified you were of him - but this is what you wanted. You didn’t want the nice, protective boyfriend he was trying to be.

“I gave you everything, Y/N. And you left me.” Jungkook’s tugging at your shirt so roughly that you aren’t surprised it rips. Your room is cold, colder than it’s ever been. “You forced me to find you here with my daughter. You’re struggling, barely able to afford anything. The cherry on top was you agreeing to meet that man…” Jungkook shakes his head, rage bubbling up through him again. “You were going to have that man around my daughter, Y/N. How selfish can you be?”

Your bra comes off next, and Jungkook takes a deep breath. How he missed you beneath him, your sweet moans dancing in his ears. His hands grip your breast entirely, his thumbs rubbing along your erect nipples.

“I think you like the way I’m touching you now.” Jungkook murmurs. “Is this what it was, Y/N? You wanted me to be a little rough?”

You shake your head, sobs spilling out of your lips.

“Then what was it? Why did you leave me?” Jungkook’s thumb continues to rub circles on your nipples. “You took away our daughter. I didn’t have the chance to see her first steps because you want to be selfish.”

Jungkook pinches and pulls at your nipples, but you only liked that. Jungkook knows your body - even after all these years.

Jungkook’s hard, you note. You can feel it twitching against your clothed heat. Your eyes blink away the tears, throat so tight that you’re unsure if you could truly speak. “Are…are you going to hurt me?”

Jungkook tilts his head, eyes looking at your weeping figure. So fragile - so hopeless. 

Jungkook has witnessed your walls begin to crumble down. Any resistance you had was tumbling right before him. You weren’t going to fight him anymore - the sooner you realized that it was pointless, the sooner he could treat you how he wants to and not how he has to.

“I want to.” Jungkook admits. “I want to hurt you and show you how bad you’ve hurt me all these years. But I love you.”

You want to laugh - because this couldn't be love. This isn’t what you want Ava to grow up and endure.

“I love you so much, Y/N, that I can’t bear hurting you. But if I have to live with hating myself, I will.”

Jungkook’s right hand dips down slowly, as if taunting you to react. It goes beneath your pants to touch between your legs.

“If I have to hurt you to make sure you never leave me again…” Jungkook’s finger twirls around your clit, satisfied with how wet it was for him. “...I will, Y/N.”

You’re stiff, even when Jungkook removes his fingers and plop them inside his mouth. His eyes flutter, a deep groan coming from his throat. “How I missed the way you taste, my love.”

Your heart races - as does your mind. 

You’re powerless.

Jungkook was not going to let you go - not without hurting you. You didn’t know how far hurting you went, but you didn’t want to find out.

You begin to cry harder, your chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“Please don’t h-hurt Ava.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “I’ll never hurt her!” he hisses. “Stop crying, Y/N. I want to give our daughter the life she deserves. With a mother and father.” he coos, going to wipe your falling tears. “Ava deserves to be in the best schools money can offer. I can offer. Would you really deny her an amazing life just because you want to be selfish?”

Jungkook’s words sting.

You wanted Ava to have an amazing life - she was your main priority. You couldn’t afford the best schools or luxuries like Jungkook could, and the thought has your heart breaking.

“Doesn’t Ava deserve to have two parents who love her?” Jungkook asks. “Or would you rather her grow up thinking her father left her? Are you going to tell her you didn’t allow me to father her? That you took the first man that’s going to love her away?”

Jungkook knew what to say to hurt you - to get you to submit to him fully. He was going to use Ava to his advantage - if that is what it took to have you and her back in his life. He didn’t want to hold you hostage. He wanted you to come to him willingly and be the family he knows you and he could be; for his daughter.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Jungkook’s face is so close to yours that his breath tickles your skin. “Don’t you want us to be a family? For Ava’s sake?”

You swallow.

You wanted Ava safe. You wanted her to have a good life - the life any child deserves. 

Your mind is screaming at you to fight Jungkook off - to take Ava and leave.

But where would you go? You couldn’t stay here and you could only run so far until Jungkook found you. You were tired of living your life in fear - constantly looking over your shoulder for Jungkook to come and take you away.

So, you had to make your own decision. You had to choose Ava over you.

Jungkook is surprised when he feels your lips on his so suddenly, but he doesn’t dwell. He melts into your lips, arms wrapping firmly around you.

“My good girl…” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “...I knew you’d choose the right choice.”

You want to laugh - you didn’t have a choice. It was either go with Jungkook willingly or against your will.

Your legs wrap around Jungkook and he allows you to flip him. Jungkook watches you with wide eyes. 

You had to do this, you think. You had to do this for your safety and for the AVa’s future. Maybe if you didn’t give in to Stockholm Syndrome, then maybe when Ava’s away at college you’d be able to escape.

You want to laugh at your unfortunate circumstance.

“Do you promise Ava will be okay?”

Jungkook’s eyes soften at your tone. He nods his head. “You have my word. You and Ava will be okay.”

You weren’t convinced about yourself, but as long as Ava was, then you wouldn’t care about the life you live alongside him.

“Okay.” you murmur. “The humidifier sometimes keeps her asleep. Not all the time.”

Jungkook nods his head. 

“Sometimes she’ll wake up because she wants to sleep with me.” you swallow. “We have about another half an hour before she might.”

Jungkook’s ear perks, and he nods rapidly.

You lift yourself from him, going to kick off your pants and underwear. You haven’t been with Jungkook (or any many) in so long, that you feel betrayed by yourself for being wet.

Jungkook wants to take his time with you - to run his tongue all over your body like he used to. To pleasure you until you’re cumming against his tongue.

But, there wasn’t any time now. And that was okay - because you are his now. Forever. What he couldn’t do now, he’d do next time.

Jungkook kicks off his own pants and underwear, revealing how excited he was to have you once more.

You swallow, getting onto your bed. You don’t want to face Jungkook - not now at least, pressing your face against the mattress and arching your back.

“It’ll get better, my love.” Jungkook murmurs, pressing himself again you. His lips are against your shoulder, peppering you with soft kisses. “If you’ll allow me to love you the way I want to, it’ll be good.”

You nod your head sullenly.

You’re wetter than Jungkook expects. He rubs his tip against your clit and between your folds to lube himself up. He gulps as he inches closer to your entrance. “So tight…” he says to himself, inching himself closer and closer until he’s in fully. “...all for me.”

Your hands grip your bedsheets, the feeling of a cock in you becoming foreign with time. 

Jungkook begins to thrust, slow at first until your wetness completely engulfs him. Then, he picks up the pace. Hands gripping your waist to completely hold you into place, his eyes stuck on the way your pussy takes him so good - just how he remembers it. 

You’re sure your clenching around him only fuels Jungkook to go harder, but your body is working against you. You don’t want it to feel good - you hated Jungkook. You hated the way he forced himself back into your life and gave you an ultimatum. He was a monster, admitting to killing an innocent man just because you left him.

But your body loved Jungkook - always had. His cock pumps inside of you with such need, never getting tired. You can feel your juices pooling out of you and onto your thighs, and even your moans are becoming hard to be suppressed.

You hated Jeon Jungkook with a passion; this is the man that got you fired from your job and turned your life upside down. The same man that admitting to wanting to hurt you for the pain that ‘you’ caused him.

But you loved the way Jeon Jungkook fucks with with such passion; such love. His right hand presses itself against your clit, rubbing with need. His lips are pressed loving kisses against your back.

Your pussy sucks him in with each thrust, never wanting to be let go. Your legs widen to have even more of him, and Jungkook gives you exactly what you’re asking for. The pleasure is so good that you no longer hide your moans as they’re growing higher and higher by the second. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” Jungkook grunts, his grinding never stopping. He was so deep, hitting places that hadn't been touched in years. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise to be better…I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Don’t believe him, your brain tells you. Jungkook’s lying. He wasn’t sorry in the slightest - he would hurt you again and again if you didn't bend to his every will.

But your heart crumbles at Jungkook’s words. You once loved Jeon Jungkook, and maybe there’s somewhere in you that always will. Everytime you looked at Ava, you saw her father. Those doe eyes looking up at you each day are the ones belonging to the monster that was Jungkook. 

Your heart thumps at Jungkook’s words because you want to believe them - believe that he would never hurt you or cause you such pain; but your brain doesn’t want you to lead with your heart.

“I love you, baby. You know that.” Jungkook grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppy. If he could fuck you like this for hours, he would. Years he’s been without you could that a half an hour could not satiate him. 

Jungkook lifts you from the bed. He presses you against him, continuing to pound into you. His left hand forces your head to turn to look at him. “I love you, Y/N. Everything I did has been for you.” 

“I…I know…” you moan.

You were weak - and soon you’d regret your actions and not fighting back against Jungkook.

But you missed Jungkook - you missed the kind Jungkook. The soft Jungkook who held you at night and would listen to you talk about any and everything for hours. 

Maybe that Jungkook could come back, you think. As long as you didn’t do anything to upset him and accept the fate that was bestowed upon you.

“Say you love me back, baby.” Jungkook pleads. He needs to hear it - he hasn’t in so long.

Jungkook’s right hand continues to rub aggressively on your clit, his mouth on yours. His tongue suckles on yours for dominance - dominance he already had against you. 

“What’s the worst that can happen after all these years?” your therapist's voice rings through your mind.

The ironic - a part of you feel like the universe is playing a game on you.

“I love you, too.” you say against Jungkook’s tongue, feeling your high reaching. You’re so wet that you can hear the disgusting squelching sounds of your pussy, completely satisfied that it’s getting stuffed.

“Fuck,” Jungkook grumbles, pumping into even harder. “fuck, fuck, I love you, too baby. So much.”

Jungkook lets you go to fall back onto your mattress, a twitching mess as your high was riding down. He pounds into you a few more times, the sound of skin slapping and pants echoing off the walls until he cums inside of you, completely painting your walls with his seed.

Jungkook doesn’t remove himself until he’s soft, having no more cum left to give you. He kisses your back softly, wrapping his arms around your limp body. “I’m so happy you’re coming back to me, baby. Now we can be a family. You, me and Ava.”

“What’s the worst that can happen after all these years?”

[badolmen]

RIP to all of the British people who have to deal with the BBC/national officials shutting the country down the next few weeks that’s gonna be rough.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Dick stumbles upon Jason while he’s at his most deranged and sawing heads off people to stuff them into a duffle bag and deliver it gift wrapped to the GCPD.

Dick is sick to his stomach. How can one person be capable of something so atrocious and laugh while doing it!? He needs to get back to the cave. He needs to warn Batman and Robin. This new player isn’t just dangerous, he’s evidently trying to rival his namesake in blood and violence alone and he’s succeeding.

(If Dick hadn’t been too busy keeping his late dinner inside his stomach, he may have noticed the warning creaks of the support beam.

As it is, the chains holding the beam in place snap and Dick goes down. Tumbling straight into the gory mess giving himself a concussion to boot at the Red Hood’s feet.

Shit.)

[whiskygoldwings]

Anecdotes of a Guard Life: Oh honey, honey

Senate Galas were one of the... Less interesting parts of Fox’s job. Stand around, look imposing yet approachable and pretend he’s not sneering behind his helmet at all the drunken Senators. Other then the approachable part, it’s a cakewalk.

That isn’t to say they don’t have their perks. One being that he’s not doing datawork. The other... Well...

The internal comms crackle to life. “The Prune’s approaching the soapbox, operation Flavour’s a go.”

Fox calmly turns and walks towards the podium, placing himself in full view to the left. He tucks his arms neatly behind him, grasping wrists and sets his feet perfectly apart in parade rest. The Chancellor passes him with a “Commander! How lovely to see you!” and Fox salutes crisply, before returning to position.

“Decoy in place,” he reports, and gets a “Received!” in return.

The rest of his role in the operation is simple. Stand there and be obvious. It’s not hard. He’s well aware of what he looks like. White painted chest armour a beacon against all the red. Helmet sticking out amongst all the uncovered faces. There’s always a few Senators who dismiss the Guard along with the rest of the serving staff, but if one is looking for them, he draws their attention.

He’s also strategically placed himself under the slightly brighter light near the podium. Carefully orchestrated by their best engineers.

He’s pretty sure this is not what the Kaminoans intended when they flash-trained them in Infiltration methods. But fuck ‘em. They also debated engineering out their tastebuds so they would eat basically anything. Instead they just fed them that anything and expected them to like it anyway.

This is their own fault, really.

Thorn casually walks around the crowd, helmet facing out, checking for any signs of trouble. The hand facing away from the crowd twitches in a series of handsigns and Fox sighs.

“Thorn, comms work just fine.”

Thorn’s sigh is heavier. “Fox, have a little fun once in a while.”

“No.”

Several different snickers come over the internal comms and a noise that is very clearly Thorn blowing him a raspberry.

Fox rolls his eyes, safe in the knowledge that no one around him can tell.

“You did get that we’re halfway done though, right?”

Fox groans, just managing to keep from tipping his head back in exasperation. “No, I forgot how to read hand signals.”

“It’s all that caf, rots the brain.”

Fox doesn’t even dignify that one with an answer. Not all of them can be all flowers and sunshine first thing in the morning.

Actually, he has absolutely no idea how any of them can be like that. Thorn is a freak of bioengineering. Somehow they got away with their blonde hair, but Fox isn’t sure how the Kaminoans missed the disgusting morning cheerfulness.

Clearly something had critically failed in their tube before decanting.

He nods absentmindedly at a Senator who’s approached and is drunkenly thanking him for his “fine service”. A click of the tongue sets his helmet to circulating internal air, but it’s not quite quick enough to prevent the stench of expensive red wine from getting through the filters. Great. He’ll have to sit with that for a while.

The man is just slurringly getting to the point where he’ll ramble about how his planet’s taxes are funding the Coruscant Guard’s efforts when Thorn speaks again.

“Fox, Taa on route to point Alpha.”

“Apologies, Senator,” he has no idea what the absolutely kark-faced Senator’s name is, but the title always works. “I am required for an internal matter.”

He doesn’t wait for the man’s wide-eyed enquiries, simply turns away and walks towards the buffet table at the other end of the hall. He can already see Senator Taa weaving his way towards the buffet table, taking advantage of the other guests being distracted.

There’s a saying. One about smart minds thinking alike or something. Fox is a little less then impressed to find Senator Taa thinking along the same lines as them. He would not bet on Senator Taa against a Kowakian monkey-lizard.

“Senator, may I have a moment?” He slides infront of him, standing like a barricade in the path of the man’s assault. Senator Taa actually jumps a good inch off the floor.

Fox probably shouldn’t be amused at that. He is though. He was also recording it. That’ll make for good viewing on a rough Senate duty.

“Ah, Commander, must it be now?” Senator Taa looks anxiously over his shoulder, and Fox calmly sidesteps to block his view of the buffet table.

“I apologise sir, this won’t take a minute.” Fox clicks his tongue at the end of that, switching the outward going comms off.

A crackle of internal comms then “Understood, troops, one minute.” from Thorn.

They could be efficient and professional, when the need was high.

What followed for Fox, was an excrutiating minute of going over security plans he was already very certain of, and manouvering himself to prevent Senator Taa from slipping round him. The Twi’lek Senator was... Persistent, would be a good way to put it. Fox was the taller of the two of them, which was fortunate, as the Senator kept rising onto tiptoes to try and look longingly over his shoulder. He’s never tilted his head so much in conversation and frankly, his neck hurts. He actually resorted to raising up on his own toes at one point.

The things he does for his troops. Force damn the little fuckers.

He can see them in his peripherals though. Casually moving towards the long table set with food, as if on a floating patrol. He’s pretty sure he spots Thire carrying away a whole roast bird of some sort, and if that’s actually the case he might have to promote the cheeky little shit...

Finally, FINALLY, Thorn walks up behind Senator Taa with a “Sir!”. The Senator jumps again, and sadly, Fox wasn’t recording that time. He’s not entirely sure how a man can be so completely oblivious to everything going on around him, but it works for their purposes.

“Commander?” Fox enquires, and as the Senator turns to face Thorn, flashes a slightly-more-emphatic than he intended THANK YOU hand signal.

“The Chancellor has requested a further perimeter sweep.” Thorn intones, voice carefully modulated to project bored professionalism.

“Understood,” Fox looks back to the Senator and nods at him. “Apologies Senator Taa, we can discuss this matter further later.”

“Yes yes, mustn’t keep you from your fine work, good job Commander,” the Senator waves dismissively at him, then heads over to the buffet table with an air of victory.

Fox watches him go, then turns back to Thorn.

“Do you think he realises you’re the one who stopped him?” Thorn asks, a thoughtful tilt to their helmet.

Fox just sighs, and walks away to the sound of Thorn’s snickers in his ear.

------

He’s only able to review their proceeds after the Gala is completely done and over, made sure everyone has left for their own homes, and checked Senator Deechi isn’t, once again, comatose drunk under a table somewhere. He marches back to the barracks (alone, because he isn’t making any of his troopers stay at one of these stupid events any longer than necessary) and makes his way straight to the second rec room.

The sound of laughter and joy hits him as soon as he rounds the corner to the hallway, and he lets go of the tension with a grateful breath. Pulling off his helmet, he strides into the room, where troopers in various mismatches of bodysuits and armour are sprawled around a lumpy pile covered in a white sheet with CG stamped in red in the corner.

“Took your time!” Thorn waves at him, grin wide and delighted. “Deechi wasn’t passed out again, was he?”

“Thank the Maker, no,” Fox rolls his eyes to chuckles from the others. “You waited for me?”

Thorn rolls their eyes right back. “Duh, get your shebs over here.”

Fox goes and sits next to them, then promptly gets back up when Thorn tries to side-arm him into a hug and goes to sit next to Comm who snickers at the pair of them. Thorn pouts. It’s a good pout, full and wide-eyed, but Fox has developed immunity to their banthashit and graces the attempt with a middle finger.

Thire sighs loudly and exasperatedly. “If the two children would kindly settle down, the adults would like to check out the spoils of battle now please?” He glowers at the pair of them, and Fox glowers back, showing him how it’s done.

Thorn reaches forward and grabs the edges of the blanket. “My friends, my family, my wonderful idiots! Enjoy!” They whip off the sheet with a flourish, and there’s gasps and noises of joy as even Fox feels his eyes widen.

They’ve outdone themselves. There’s little squares of delicate crisp bread with curls of meat pate. Glistening honey-coated carrots roasted to perfection. Candied nuts and fruit sitting powdery in a bowl. The roast bird he’s going to have to make Thire a commander over. And even...

“Is that sugar?” Fox breaths, picking up the beautiful ceramic bowl filled almost to the brim with beautiful, wonderful, white crystals of perfection...

Someone passes a steaming hot cup of caf over his shoulder and holds it out for him. “Commander,” Stone murmurs, a warm smile on his face as Fox turns to him. Comm holds out a small spoon, and Fox is not an emotional man, but he kind of wants to kiss the whole kriffing room at this point.

“Thank you,” he sniffles, taking the proferred mug (and decidedly doesn’t care that it’s the pink one with a Fox-head that Stone got him as a joke) and places it in front of him. With gentle fingers, he takes the spoon from Comm, gets himself a hearty heaped spoonful of sugar, and stirs it into the inky-dark liquid in his mug.

Reverently, he lifts the mug to his lips, tilts it gently and... Oh...

“Mesh’la,” he whispers, eyes closed and lips curving into a smile in the wake of the sweetened nectar of the little Gods.

There’s laughter all around him, and he opens his eyes to the sight of his family, all taking carefully selected pieces of food and trying them out with noises of glee and excitement.

Fox sits, sipping his delicious cup of caf, and thinks life doesn’t get much better than this.

[middle-o-nowhere]

Random COD thought:

Soap wearing this at Laswell’s 4th of July party… Because of course he ends up in charge of the fireworks. Somehow.

Ghost, Price, and Laswell are keeping their distance but also keeping a watchful eye on him. Well, Price and Laswell are actually manning the grill, but ghost is definitely watching him intently.

Gaz and Nikolai are right there with Soap, just encouraging him, suggesting which ones to set off next and helping to string a whole box together to see what happens.

Alex and Farah are just kicked back in lawn chairs enjoying the shenanigans. Alex wanted to help but Farah’s being the responsible one and not letting him. He’s sad, but still entertained with watching it.

Rudy and Alejandro are also watching everything go down but are also including playful banter and commentary on the events unfolding, making all the others laugh nervously.

Probably best to run either way, honestly.

[xxnomadsxx]

Branch would be the kinda guy to vent about horrible trauma as a joke then get asked if he’s ok only to reply with “eh, it’s no big deal”.

[charlunday]

Dedicated to @foxdoodles, Annie to go with your Mucha Finnick <3

[raeuberprinzessin]

Bruce: Ah, Damian. May I talk to you for a second?

Damian: What is this about, father?

Bruce: Do you remember Ladybug?

Damian: Yes, she's one of the heroes of Paris, holder of-

Bruce: Yeah, that's who I'm talking about. She's your age.

Damian: Indeed … *slightly confused frown*

Bruce: Sadly she is very adamant about not beeing up for adoption.

Damian: Well, she has more sense than those morons you insist on having as part of the family.

Bruce: *gives Damian a serious look and holds him at the shoulders* Listen, son, you will have to take one for the team. This was your grandmother’s engagement ring, Alfred already arranged a flight for you to Paris and we will have a room ready for you both when you return.

[explicit-tae]

One Way Or Another (1/2)

You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years. Part 2

One Time Thing (Namjoon) In the same universe, but doesn't have to be read in order to read this

Warning: dark themes, smut, yandere, manipulation, stalking, obsessive behavior, masturbating (m & f), sexting, lap dance, alcohol intake, nudes, mentions of dark sexual desire, reader is drugged (aphrodisiac), dubcon, creep jungkook, voyeruism, degradation, spitting, creamie, biting/brusing, dirty talk, manipulation, toxic relationship, yelling,

Word Count: 9,618

"I suppose it's time for me to talk about my past, huh?" you tap your fingertips against your thighs as you look around the room. You're unsure why - nothing's changed. The room remained the same as it had the year prior - the same hardwood oak floors with the oddly shaped pattern rug. One wall was dedicated to a large bookshelf that sat hundreds of books from the ceiling - so much so that there was even a ladder besides it. You always wondered if she read all of these books.

Your therapist sat at her desk, you directly across from her in the decorative chair. She leans back into her office chair and smiles at you. "Only if that's what you wish."

You lick your lips. "I've been here for over a year and..." you gulp. "...I never told you why I was here."

"That is true. But that doesn't mean we haven't made progress." The therapist assures. She opens a file with notes that catches your eye. "We spoke of your insecurities and inability to trust others. I've established that it's difficult to establish emotional and intimate relationships."

You nod. "I-It wasn't always that way." you murmur. "I used to make friends so easily."

Your therapist nods. "What happened?" she asks you. "If you're ready to speak of your trauma then I am all ears. If not," your therapist shrugs. "We can talk about something else. It's all up to you, Y/N."

You lick your lips. You loved your therapist - in a motherly way. She never forced you to say or do anything and often encouraged you to be your best self. You're unsure what mental headspace you'd be in if she wasn't the one you've decided to go to.

"I met this guy." you started, taping your foot slightly. "At a bar I once worked at."

"How was the bar atmosphere?" Your therapist questions. It was a tactic to get you to loosen up and not think much about the topic at hand - the man who caused you far too much drama.

"Alright." you shrugged. "Um, I always felt safe there no matter what I wore or who I entertained." you swallowed a lump in your throat. "The bouncers were nice and protective."

Your therapist nods.

"Ah, ah!" Lina - a fellow Bartender - exclaims as her eyes catches you walking towards the bar. She was climbing onto the bar table to sit in a mans lap - a regular - and poured him a shot. "You've been bought off the floor, Sweet Cheeks!”

Sweet Cheeks was Lina’s favorite nickname for you.

You always walk into work with a shit-ton of surprises.

"It's for a birthday." Lina shrugs, coming to shout over the music. She's swaying her hips in the man's lap and takes another shot she poured to his lips.

"I'm not a dancer." you furrowed your brow at her. "Who finalized that?"

Lina is seated on top of the bar now. She sways her hips to the music all the while pouring more shots for the men surrounding her, cheering the woman on. "Sapphire herself. They paid a lot of money for you specifically."

It wasn't everyday that a Bartender was bought off the floor. To buy someone off the floor usually meant paying for their time away from their usual spot - and Bartenders remained just that - Bartenders. You weren't a dancer in the slightest - but maybe this man had seen how you acted at the Bar prior and requested you. Your shift had just began and you were curious just how long he was willing to have you for.

You remove your jacket as you get behind the bar - it was leather night and though you felt as though the leather you wore was melting into your skin, you'd admit you looked hot. You eyed the mirror to scan your appearance before nodding to yourself. The halter top you wore left nothing to the imagination, especially since it was backless, but as long as you didn't flash anyone it'd be alright. The leather of the halter top matches your pants perfectly. One thing for sure, you wouldn't be wearing these heels all night - only long enough for appearances. You make your way away from the bar and to the office to find Sapphire.

The club you worked at required such attire to "attract the male gaze" and make them spend more money. It worked - each time. You only ever worked at the bar area of this club - yet even that was hectic. Bartending at this club - Sapphire's - wasn't simiar bartending.

Sapphire's After Dark was where the money was. When it came to women dancing while serving drinks, a man was willing to buy anything for said woman to dance over to them. It was comical really, how easy men were to persuade. Sometimes you'd entertain these men and their fantasies - a little girl or girl action never hurts. You and Lina never went far, only a few kisses and body shots.

You didn't mind working at this location. It wasn't a bad area and game days were hectic and busy, but that only meant more money in your pockets. The bouncers were nice and respectful and security always kept an eye out for anyone overstepping their boundaries. You were escorted out to your car each night by them and always made it home safetly at the end of a long night.

About a year ago, you started working at Sapphires - preferably "After Dark". You worked many jobs with no sense of direction until you decided to suck it up and come here after being recommended to do so by Lina - who was a regular at the grocery store you once worked. She complimented your bagging skills and said you'd be a great bartender - you're still unsure how bagging and bartending were the same, yet you never questioned her then nor did you now.

As you make it inside the office, you quickly tie your hair so it'd be removed from your face and glance around to find Sapphire.

"Y/N. You're here." Sapphire says - her hair is tied into a low bun and she appears frantic. "Good. Did Lina-"

"Yes, she told me." you nod. "Are any of the dancers coming with me?"

"Yes. There are a total of 7 men. You'll be taking care of the birthday boy." Sapphire reads off a tiny post-it note. "The V.I.P room. They requested a variety of alcohol - doesn't matter which."

You nod along with her words. "W-What am I supposed to do to the," you lift your fingers to do air quotations. "birthday boy."

Sapphire raises a brow. "Whatever you do at the bar that makes them want you." she answers matter-of-factly.

You make your way back to the large bar area and grab the bottles. You choose at random, grabbing a large tray and a few shot glasses. The V.I.P room was the further - and most secluded - areas of the club. Whoever rented this out - plus 6 girls and a Bartender - had to have money to spend. The V.I.P room an hour is more than what you make on a good night - and you made great money on a good night.

As you come closer to the V.I.P room, you note from beneath the door that the light is red but dark - the dancers were already occupied inside. You take a deep breath. This was your first time being called from the Bar. It was easier acting the way you did when Lina was besides you - yet having to entertain just one man makes your nerves skyrocket.

You knock on the door, putting on a smile. As you enter, you make sure to come off as seductive as possible. You close the door behind you and place the tray on the side table. Your eyes catch who you assume was the birthday boy, seated in a chair right in the middle. His eyes catch yours, even in the red lit room, and your throat goes dry. It was obvious you never did this - it had to be. You could feel yourself trembling nervously.

Six other men sat on the leather couch behind the birthday boy - they're occupied with the dancers. It was shameful that the birthday boy had to wait for you - yet you were what he paid for. You grab a random liquor bottle and pop off the top. If you were requested by these men, that only meant they saw the confident you - not the shy nervous one. "You must be the birthday boy." you say - the music outside of the room is heard, yet it's muffled. The same song is playing inside the room, yet not as loud.

The man nods and you smirk at him. You make your way over to him and he watches you intently. You place a hand on his cheek that rubs its way up to his hair. You yank it back. The man gasps, and when he does you pour a shot worth of liquor in his mouth. "What's your name, birthday boy?" you asked sweetly, sitting in his lap.

The man swallows and licks his lips. "Jungkook." he answers with a shaky breath.

"Jungkook." you let the name roll off your tongue. "Can I call you Kookie?"

Jungkook nods hastily - it was embarrassing how hard he was trying to fight the urge to not touch you.

"Okay, Kookie," you sit on his lap. "what makes a man like you want me?"

You watch as he licks his lip. "My...friends..."

You shake your head and tsk. You yank his hair back and pour another shot down his lips. "You seem a little thirsty, Kookie." you giggle.

Jungkook's hands twitch to hold your hips - but he knew well enough that you weren't a dancer.

"They know I like you." Jungkook answers, and you can see the realization in his eyes when he realizes his words. "They...I like you at the bar!"

You're flattered and all you can do is laugh. Jungkook was cute and had a form of innocence around him. That didn't mean he looked the part - the black shirt he wore was fitted and you could just tell his chest was chiselled underneath. The pants her wore were a similar leather material to yours. "Are you trying to match me, Kookie?" you tilt your head, trailing your fingers against your leather pants to touch along his thighs.

Jungkook shakes his head, not understanding you're just teasing. He truly appeared innocent - too innocent to be here at Sapphire's.

"Do you come to watch me often?" you lean forward suddenly to ask him and though your breast are in full view for him, he manages to look in your eyes.

Jungkook is hesitant to answer because, yes - he does watch you often. So often that his Hyungs had paid a hefty price to get you off the floor for the entire night. He never came close to the bar to watch or be serviced by you - and you knew this.. You'd remember a sweet face like his.

"Tell you what?" you take your own shot. Liquid courage is what you'd need. You shake your head at the bitter taste that warms you all over. "I'll give you the birthday special."

His eyes are wide and curious. "W-What's-"

You weren't as out there as Lina was when it came to entertaining men. She was a pro, and while you were no way, shape or form afraid to be a little sexual - you never truly had to. But, you'd admit Jungkook was by far more good looking than the men at the bar who came to oogle and droll at you and Lina. You yourself can have fun - after all, they paid for your whole night.

You poured the liquor onto his neck, giggling at his reaction. The liquor is seeping through his shirt, but Jungkook doesn't care. Especially when he feels your lips connect to his neck and you sucked along it. He's hopeful that you don't hear the groan he released. "Your turn?" you asked with a raised brow.

Jungkook nods hesitantly. It happens in slow motion - you lift the bottle to pour it onto your own neck and even breast. It was the first time Jungkook actually stares at your breast unapologetically. He leans forward to connect his lips to your neck, tongue licking shyly. The liquor touches his tongue and when he feels your skin, his hands place themselves on your thigh and then he flinches away as if you burned him. "I-I'm sorry!"

"It's okay. You're the birthday boy." you tilt your head and offer a soft smile.

Jungkook nod hesitantly. The last thing he wanted was for you to leave and be offended by his actions. But if you insisted...

Jungkook places his hand back onto your thighs, hesitantly leaning into your neck again to lick the line of liquid down your collarbone and on your breast. You can feel him tense beneath you and Jungkook's already breathing heavily. Being this close to you and getting to touch you was enough for him - having his tongue on your breast was what makes his night blissfully serendipitous.

"How come when you watch me, Kookie, you never come over?" your words catch him off guard and hooded eyes look up at you.

"Nervous." was all Jungkook says and it makes you laugh - not at him, but at the thought of someone like him being nervous.

"You don't seem nervous now." you knit your brow as you begin to grind in his lap, following the rhythm of the music. You nearly forget that it isn't just the two of you in the room - the 6 men still occupied with the dancers behind them. "Maybe you just need a little alcohol in you?"

Jungkook nods in agreement.

You lean forward, lips centimeters from his. Jungkook's heart quickens and unknowingly his hands grip your thighs. "You should come see me one day, okay?"

"O-Okay." Jungkook nods and you grin.

You lift yourself from Jungkook's lap, and though he wants to protest and feel you closer to him - he doesn't say anything. His eyes watch as you dance - the alcohol was definitely taking order. You weren't the dancer - but it wasn't as if Jungkook noticed or cared. You moved your body beautifully for him and it was difficult to find where exactly he wanted to stare. Your ass was amazing in leather, your breasts were threatening to spill out but your face was where he enjoyed watching. 

You place the bottle in his hands. You turn and drop your knees before him, eyes staring right up at his. You open your mouth, tongue poking out. Jungkook marvels at the sight but quickly snaps out of his trance. He tilts the bottle gently to pour the liquid in your mouth. You swallow it, licking your lips. From the outside looking in, the scene would definetly be erotic, but it was just a one time thing - for the birthday boy.

"Is that you, Kookie?"

You didn't know when the next time you'd see Jungkook after that night exactly a week ago. It was an eventful night where you got quite buzzed, dancing your ass off - idiotically of course because you just don't dance - yet Jungkook never laughed at you. The 6 men even hooped and hollered whenever you and Jungkook got too close to one another.

Jungkook gives you a curt nod when he comes closer to the bar. You see the men behind him - not all 6, there were 2 missing. They appeared to walk side by side, nearly touching shoulders as they approached the bar.

"What brings you in?" you asked, smiling at the shy man. No matter how attractive he was, he was going to be socially awkward when it came to an attractive woman - you especially.

Jungkook doesn't say anything in response - but you know. It was obvious that he came to see you tonight at Sapphire's and he was entirely too tongue tied to speak with you.

One of the men placed both hands on his shoulders and chuckles. He was tall, towering over Jungkook easily. "He came for a good time." he says, nodding along with Jungkook to agree. "Right, Jungkook?"

"A good time?" you tilt your head, nodding. "Move." you tell the man - a regular - who only comes to get a front row seat of you and Lina.

The man does leave without grumbling. You wave your hand at the empty bar stool for Jungkook. The 4 men behind Jungkook all bid their goodbyes, making sure to tease him before leaving - probably onto the other side of the bar where 2 other bartenders were at.

Your eyes examine his attire. Whoever the man was, he always dressed clean and fashionable. Your eyes catch the designer denim jacket with white lettering - Balenciaga. You hum.

"You're dressed too expensive for this bar, Kookie." you turn to grab a bottle, this time tequila, and turn to pour two shots. You grab one and place it towards his lips.

Jungkook takes the shot. He wasn't much of a drinker - but he would drink whatever you gave him.

Jungkook shakes his head when the taste hits his throat and reaches his stomach.

"Maybe I dressed expensive for you." Jungkook responds. He was attempting to flirt like Jimin told him to. Be confident, he said. Not cocky, but confident.

"Is that so?" you giggle, taking the next shot. "I dressed hoping to see you."

Jungkook rakes his eyes over your attire - a white tank-top that was see-through, yet he was sure it was the token attire tonight, you matched the other Bartenders. The lacy bra you wore was a crimson color and your shorts were denim and ripped.

"It's not balenciaga but," you lean closer to him. "it'll do."

Jungkook bites his lip. It would do.

"Let's dance, Kookie." you smirk. You climb on top of the bar - just as Lina does. The music gets louder, as does the hollering of the people. You and Lina dance on the bar, both laughing at the cheers the two of you were getting.

Jungkook counldn't help his smile as he watches you - hips swaying, appearing content as you danced directly in front of him.

You get onto your knees, still swaying your head back and forth. The sprinklers directly above you catch him off guard when it begins to spray water. There's sudden cheers, now seeing you and Lina with wet shirts clinging onto your bodies - even Jungkook begins to clap.

Wet - you grab Jungkook's chin and bring him close to you. "Why aren't you dancing with me, Kookie?"

"You're too high up." Jungkook's warm breath hits against your nose.

"Oh?" you hum then jump from the bar. You find yourself in his lap, cackling when he rushes to wrap his arms around you so you wouldn't fall. You don't - nor would you have, yet you feel courageous tonight - even in a crowd. You lean away from him and slide off his lap. You crouch down to your knees, making sure to put the palm of your hands onto his knees. Slowly, you begin to rub upwards, a devilious smirk on your lips - it only feeds your ego when you see Jungkook bite his lips.

Jungkook feels your hands go upward until they're on his abdomen. You're moving deviliously slow - he nearly forgets that he's in an area crowded with people. The music appears to die down in his ears and all he could focus on was you. As your hands make their way upwards, feeling along his stomach and chest until they reach his shoulders you're also coming from your crouching position to a standing one.

Your left leg places itself onto the bottom stool leg to make yourself slightly taller than him. Your right one wraps around Jungkook - but doesn't touch him. You lean closer to him, grasping the closest bottle of alcohol you can find. "You look thirsty, Kookie." you lick your lips at him as your hips sway to the music. You lift the bottle up and Jungkook knows the routine - he leans his head back and opens his mouth, eyes watching you intently. As you slowly poured the shot between his lips, your left hand rubs along his chest.

This treatment you never gave to anyone and you quickly notice the eyes surrounding you - but only a few were cheering the two of you on. Hopefully no man dared to have the hopes of you doing this to them - they were no Jungkook.

You place the bottle above your lips and take your own shot. You make sure to moan seductively as you swallow, placing the bottle back onto the bar table.

Jungkook places a hand on your bare thigh, rubbing gently. He couldn't help himself - you were so soft and inviting, it was hard not to. He understood if you didn't want to be touched - and would be alright if you slapped him right across the face (as sick as that sounded).

You lean closer to Jungkook's.

"Who told you to touch me?"

Jungkook doesn't remove his hand from your thigh - and you didn't want him to.

"Are you going to push me away?" Jungkook responds and this causes you to smirk at him. "Or do you like the way my hands feel on you?"

You swallow, but you cannot let Jungkook be in control. You loved when a man was pudding in your hands. "Getting cocky, Kookie?"

"No." Jungkook shakes his head. He lightly grips your inner thigh, eyes glinting with something - something less than holy. "just confident."

You hum. Your job was always entertaining. Yet meeting Jungkook - the nervous birthday boy who came with his older friends - makes everything even more entertaining. He didn't mind what you did to him and down every shot like a pro - even if you could tell he was going to be tipsy soon. It was all fun and games until either of you fell too hard for the other - and surely you wanted to fall right into his lap.

"I like a confident man." you admit, purely just to play with him. Your hands rub along his shoulders until you reach his neck. You wrap both hands around it, thumbs rubbing along his adams apple. "It's so..." you tilt your head. "...sexy when a man knows what he wants."

"Y-Yeah?" Jungkook mentally slaps himself - he broke his confidence and you knew this. The smirk on your lips and mischevious dancing in your eyes tell him such. 

"Yes." you nod. "Do you know what you want, Kookie?"

Jungkook nods. 

"What is it that you want?" you question. "And what's stopping you from getting it."

Jungkook isn't sure if he wants to respond. His answer was obvious - you. He wanted you and what was stopping him was not only the crowd of people he just recalled were surrounding the two of you - but how nervous he was when you were around. No matter how confident he attempted to be for you and himself, you made him melt each time by just saying his name. 

"Hm," you frowned. "I guess you're not confident. A shame." you lean forward to his ear. You place a single kiss on it - a kiss that sends shivers up his spine. "You'd look so sexy taking control of me."

"Y/N!" you hear a sing song voice that comes as you clean along the bar tables.

It was late into the morning - nearing at least 5 am. You were tired - but grateful for such a hectic night. Your pockets were full - as were the cash register for the bar. What more could you ask for?

"Your little boy toy left you a gift." Sapphire's says, strolling towards you and Lina. 

"Who?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

"Don't pretend to be clueless now." Sapphire snickers. She places a black bag onto the bar. "The same little boy you were giving all your attention to."

You bite your lip. Sapphire's rules were to appear available - but never be available to these men unless outside of work. 

"I don't care." Sapphire rolls her eyes at your guilty look. "The money he spent at the bar alone makes him a worthy customer. The tips he gave you," Sapphire whistles and shakes her head. "got him wrapped around those little manicured fingers of yours."

You sigh happily - because yes, Jungkook bought every shot you gave him - even the ones you took yourself. He left the bar soon after you teased him - this time wishing he'd come back sooner than a week. 

"Does he have any friends?" Lina wraps her arms around you and places her chin on your shoulder. 

"Six of them." you nod and laugh aloud when you hear he squeal. 

"Well open the gift!" Sapphire pushes it towards you. "I'm curious."

As were you. You unravel the bag and take it out. You widen your eyes at it. The denim jacket with the same balenciaga lettering scattering all around it. Lina's finger touches the material, eyes just as wide as yours. "This shit is real." she murmurs. 

"It's his. He was wearing it tonight." you squeeze it beneath your hands, heart now pumping. Damn that boy - he had you feeling things.

"A little lap dance has him like that?" Sapphire crosses her arms. "Congradulations on your tips and new wardrobe, Y/N."

Lina claps her hands. "You have a sugar daddy!" 

You scoff, but feel yourself grow hot with embarrassment. "He's too young to be a sugar daddy." you protest. 

"Sugar hottie!" Lina cheers. "I think there's a note in the bag." Lina grasps the whie paper in the bag and reads it aloud. She was always the nosy type - but never in a malicious way. "So you won't be cold tonight. Love...Kookie." Lina throws the back of her hand on her forehead and gasps. "So romantic!" she says dramatically. 

"Give me that!" you hiss, snatching the paper from her hand, but you couldn't help but laugh with her. 

"Send him some nudes tonight. He wrote his number on it." Lina winks and gently slaps your waist. 

You re-read the writing on the paper, your heart still thumping in your chest. You place the paper into your pocket and continue back to work.

Jungkook doesn't expect you to text him - at least not so soon - so when you do the following day, he's unsure how to respond. More now than ever because you're teasing him - sending a picture of yourself in the jacket he's given you. After being wet the majority of the night, he didn't want you to catch a cold traveling him in the early mornings after the club closed. 

You: Thank you for the jacket, Kookie. I promise I'm warm. 🥰

"Fuck." Jungkook hisses, his fingers pressing on the picture you sent him. You're wearing his jacket, yes - but he notes there's nothing underneath the jacket. Your breasts are exposed, but nipples are covered by the denim. Peaking below he see's lacy fabric of your panties - pink lace. 

Jungkook quickly places his hands inside his boxer, bringing his cock out. He pumps himself at your picture - you appear desirable as always. How he wished he was there to trace his tongue between your breasts - suck on those nipples he just knew were erected. He'd pull your panties down with his teeth and eat you for hours if you'd let him - he is just positive you taste as sweet as you look. 

"Oh, fuck, baby." Jungkook pushes his head back into his pillows. He bites his lips. 

You: Are you there, Kookie?

Jungkook sends back a quick supply. 

Jungkook: Yes

You: What are you doing?

Jungkook tugs at his cock with a bite of his lip. He couldn't admit that he was going to cum so hard to you right now - he'd be a creep. 

You: Did you like the picture?

Jungkook groans.

Jungkook: Yes. 

Jungkook: I do.

Jungkook: So much.

You bite the inside of your cheek. This wasn't you - you didn't send revealing pictures to guys you just met and barely knew.

However, Jungkook wasn't just any guy. He was cute - and wealthy - and willing to do whatever you allowed. Maybe a little flirting wouldn't be bad. 

Jungkook nearly dies when you send him another picture - this time breast on full display. Your nipples were erect just as he knew they were. His mouth salivates and he aches to wrap his tongue around them. He tugs his cock hard, throwing off the blanket to get the full effect. 

Jungkook: You're so beautiful, baby.

You clench your legs together at the message. You close your eyes, imaging him saying those words to you. 

You: Thank you.

You: Are you touching yourself?

Jungkook: ...

Jungkook: Yes.

You're breathing heavily. You can't imagine making someone touch themselves with just pictures of you. 

You: Can I see?

You see him read it. Your hearts beating at your bold inquiry. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes and now you think you've possibly crossed a line. You're ready to apologize when you get an incoming facetime. The loud sudden ring makes you jump and you stare at yourself as Jungkook names pop up onto your screen. 

Taking a deep breath, you answer it. 

Jungkook looks at you, biting his lip. You note his chest is out and see a few tattoos on it. Jungkook had more to show for himself after all. 

"Hi." Jungkook murmurs. "Are you alright?"

You nod. "Y-Yes."

"Are you sure, baby?"

You clench your legs once more. Jungkook's voice was so deep and raspy that it nearly caught you off guard. You weren't in the bar where you were ultimately in control.

"Yes." you whisper. "Can I see you?"

Jungkook nods. He flips the camera and soon you're face to face with his cock - veiny and large - in his hands. Jungkook tugs on his cock and you feel your mouth become watery. His cock was so beautiful - beautiful enough to make you put your hands between your legs. You masturbated often - but never in front of a man or because of a man masturbating himself. But Jungkook was different - his cock appearing so beautiful mixed with the pre-cum leaking out of his tip was chef's kiss. 

But, Jungkook's moans? That's what had your fingers between your legs. 

"Are you touching yourself, baby?" Jungkook moans. He can see you - your eyes are struggling to stay open and you're gasping. "Let me see." Jungkook growls out a command. 

Jungkook hisses once his eyes catch onto your pussy. So wet - so pink. Three of your fingers are assaulting your clit.

"Put your fingers inside of you." Jungkook demands. "It'll feel better."

You do as you're told. You enter two fingers inside of you, slowly thrusting them. 

"Shit." Jungkook places a thumb along his tip. He wishes you were here with him, how he'd love to feel the wetness surrounding his fingers. He knows you're tight - he'd fuck you so hard with his fingers until you came and when you did it'll just suck it off his fingers.

"You're gonna make me cum." Jungkook hitches his breath. "I wish I could feel how tight you are. Your pussy is so wet, baby. So wet and so beautiful."

Jungkook's dirty words are sending you over the edge. He wasn't the shy and nervous boy anymore - he was a man needy for you. 

"Your clit is throbbing, baby. Are you close? I wish I could let you ride my face." Jungkook's cumming, but his eyes can't tear themselves away from you. "I'll let you ride my face until you're cumming all over my lips."

"I'm cumming." you hiss, curling your fingers. 

"Cum baby." Jungkook hisses. Your eyes catch the cum jump from his cock, squirting all over his stomach and thighs. "I can't wait to taste you, baby. You'd let me taste you, right? I know your pussy is so sweet."

"Oh, fuck!" you arch your back, one hand rubbing along your clit now as the other grips your breast. 

"So sweet and savory. I won't stop until you're cumming all over me and I'll just lick it all up."

You cum hard at Jungkook's words. It's humiliating to see how wrecked you were - and you weren't even with him.

Jungkook allows you to catch your breath, flipping the camera around so you can see his face. 

You flip your camera around, shy when you meet his eyes. 

"Are you alright?" Jungkook murmurs. "I'm sorry if I took things too far." he glances away.

Jungkook need you to know how deep and dark his fantasies were. How he often think about fucking you so hard into his mattress that you'd squirt all over him and begged him to stop - but he wouldn't, not until you're crying from overstimulation. He'd thought about you choking on his cock until you nearly passed out - only then would he take it from your throat. Even when it came to the bar, his desires ran deep. To fuck you - defile you in front of everyone. To show all the men there that even if you appeared available - you weren't. You were his. His to disrespect, his to defile - his to humiliate.

"No." you shake your head. "I liked it."

"I liked it, too." Jungkook offers you a smile. "I wanted to take you on a date first before...this." he snickers.

"A date?" you widen your eyes. "You want to date...me?"

"Are you surprised?" Jungkook chuckles. "Isn't it obvious?"

It wasn't. At least that's what you told yourself. Men who frequent Sapphire's - especially After Dark - didn't want to date. They wanted to hook up or if they're lucky, cop a feel. 

"This is the least romantic thing I've ever done." Jungkook admits. "But would you go out on a date? With me? Um, I know girls like it when the guy thinks of things so I'll-"

"You're rambling." you giggle, but your heart feels full. "I'll go on a date with you, Kookie."

"Okay." Jungkook nods, fighting the urge to smile. "Okay."

"Okay." you nod, biting your lips.

"If he doesn't fuck you, I will." Lina whistles as you come from your bathroom to show her your outfit.

"Normal friends would say, "You look hot, Y/N." not the shit you say." you roll your eyes at her through the mirror.

"What friend would I be if I didn't constantly declare my attraction for you?" Lina leans back onto your bed. "It's not like we didn't hook up."

"That was a one night drunken stand!" you hiss at Lina who only laughs in response. "That will never happen again."

Lina places a hand over her heart and pouts, dark hair falling into her eyes. "You wound me, my love." she sighs. "But, let's change the subject. Where is he taking you?"

You shrug your shoulders. You've asked multiple times to know where he'd take you for this date and each time he'd shot you down and claimed it was a surprise. You weren't one for surprises - your experience with men was never a great one. A date for a man is a quick dinner and then a fuck at either your or his place - Jungkook surprising you with this date only makes you nervous.

"At least he's making the effort. Not a lot of men do this." Lina rolls her eyes. "Suck his dick afterwards, okay? Especially if the date is amazing."

Lina's idealogoy were always sex - everything revolved around sex with her. Still, she meant no harm - Lina was just a very outgoing and sexual person.

You take a deep breath when you hear a knock on the door. Your eyes widen through the mirror at Lina who does the same. She quickly runs out of your room and towards the front door, squealing. You sprint after her, holding the hem of your skirt so it wouldn't rise up any more than it already was. Lina goes to the window closest to the front door and peaks out of it. "He's so hot." she sighs. 

You come behind her to peak out, as well. He was hot - but what astonished you was how similar the two of you were dressed. The black fitted tee he wore was a bit similar to the one he wore for his birthday - this time he sported a gold necklace that sparkles in the light. His pants were cargo and black, hanging loosely on his hips while he wore the bulkiest compact boots you've ever seen. While you didn't wear pants, your skirt was a dark-wash denim.

"You guys are already matching." Lina pouts, humming cutely at the sight. "And he got flowers." Lina turns to you, wiggling her eyebrows. "Throat his cock-"

"Shut up." you huff. You stroll around her to open the door. You give Jungkook a nervous smile. "Hi."

"Hi." Jungkook hums. "I got these for you. I wasn't sure what flowers you preferred so..."

You take the flowers - an arrangement of sunflowers - from his hands. You couldn't help but beam. You liked sunflowers instead of the traditional roses. "They're my favorite." you admit, looking towards Jungkook. His cheeks are flushed red and he's smiling wide. 

"She doesn't have a curfew." Lina stands behind you. "Rail the shit out of her, please-"

"Goodbye, Lina." you hissed, pushing the sunflowers into her hands. "Put these in some water."

You saunter out of the front door before Lina can respond. You bite your lip at Jungkook and he takes your hand. His hand is soft and warm - weird for a man. But you had to keep repeating to yourself that Jungkook was no regular man.

Jungkook's car was just as flashy as himself. You want to ask what he does for a job to afford expensive clothes and a mercedes. It was dark with just as dark tinted windows - exciting you for whatever reason. 

Jungkook opens the passenger door for you, nodding his head for you to sit. You do, buckling yourself in. Your eyes can't stay in one place. The lights inside the car remind you of the neon lights inside the club. 

Jungkook enters the car and buckles himself in. He presses the button to turn on the car and soon he's driving. You're quiet - not uncomfortably. Low music is playing in the background and you sit calmly. 

"Are you okay, baby?" Jungkook places his right hand on your thigh and squeezes it. He turns to look at you and you regret glancing at him first. 

Jungkook was hot - no doubt about it. He was wealthy and oozes said wealth in his attire and shit, he even smelt amazing and wealthy. He drove an expensive mercedes and now he's driving with one arm while touching you with the other. You were nothing but a woman and little things such as this turned you on - even the slightest non-act of intimacy. 

"Baby?" Jungkook furrows a brow.

"Y-Yes." you nod. "I'm okay.

"You sure?" Jungkook glances back on the road then to you. 

"Yes." you nod once more. 

Jungkook squeezes your thigh and it takes everything in you to not moan. Now wasn't the time to be acting like the slut you wanted to be. This was a date - a date that would be taken slow. It wasn't Jungkook's fault that you weren't accustomed to a man doing the bare minimum. You understood why Lina wanted you to fuck him. There was something about a man that treated you right that makes you want to throat him - but you weren't doing that.

Not today.

It took over a half an hour for Jungkook to reach the destination. It was a secluded wooded area with high trees and the greenest grass you've ever seen. Jungkook parks - but he's the only car parked here. He gets out of the car and before you can open your door and do the same, he's opening it for you. He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. "Ready?" he hums. 

You nod. 

The walk was a short one - maybe around 5 minutes. Once you reached you were surprised. You suspected a picnic due to the scenery - yet Jungkook took it a step further. There's a large blanket draped over the grass with a small table in the middle of it. Decorative pillows are scattered throughout. On the table there's drinks - wine and water - and food - a tray of fruit, a large bowl of salad and some finger food - tiny sandwiches and even cookies. 

"It's so cute." you coo lowly. "I always wanted to go on a picnic."

Jungkook pulls you towards the picnic table. The both of you sit side by side as he pours two glasses of wine. 

"You planned all of this?"

Jungkook nods. "My mother told me women love a man who can plan dates." Jungkook gives a toothy grin. He spoke of his mother - you conclude that he must be close with her. That was a green flag in your mind. Jungkook hands you the wine glass. "Do you like it? It's not too..."

"Too what?" you scoff. "I have never been on a date that was planned like this." you admit. "Just went out for pizza and was expected to be fucked in the back of a car."

Jungkook knits his brow. "Lucky me. I thought maybe it was too cheesy." The tips of Jungkook's ears redden. 

"You're so cute, Kookie." you place a hand on his cheek. "I'm going to plan the next date." you wink at him then take a sip of your wine. "It won't be as extravagent as yours but-"

"Whatever you plan I'll love." Jungkook assures too quickly. He chuckles nervously. "I-I like being with you. Just being around you is enough for me."

Your heart beats and you couldn't help but wish to kiss him. You do, right in the corner of his lips.

"Thank you." you kiss along Jungkook's neck, seated right into his lap.

You're unsure what's going on. Maybe you had too much to drink - the wine Jungkook brought was delicious. You don't think you've ever had such a wine like that. You feel tipsy - but also extremely horny. You could feel your clit tingling to be touched by the man, panties already soaked.

"You don't have to thank me, baby." Jungkook places two hands on your cheeks. "You're tipsy." he chuckles.

"So are you." you hum.

Jungkook smiles, but doesn't respond. He was buzzed, nowhere near tipsy. He poured you glass after glass and you drank them all like the good girl he knew you were. The aphrodisiac in your system was going through you rapidly - he could feel how wet you were right through your panties. Luckily he chose the most secluded area for him to fuck you.

"Kookie?" you hum, eyelids blinking. You begin to grind in his lap, hands holding onto his shoulders. "It hurts."

"What hurts, baby?" Jungkook leans forward. He kisses your collarbone. He knows what hurts you. You're grinding you pussy against him, needing to be touched.

You don't respond. The aphrodisiac is clouding your mind and soon you're grinding more aggressively against him. Jungkook places his hands on your hips to steady you, breathing just as heavy as you were. You lick your lips, head leaned back while you released several moans.

"You're so needy, baby. Are you needy for all the men in your life?"

You shake your head. "There's no other man in my life."

Jungkook snickers. He knows - he knows who is in and out of your life. As long as he followed you for months now - following you home from work to ensure you were safe at night to even following you to work. His desire to know your entire life had him paying a price for a spare key given to him by your landlord. The camera he installed was pricey but worth it - didn't even put a dent in his account. The amount of time he touched himself while you showered was amazing. He felt connected to you - cumming when you came when you used your vibrator. As much as he didn't want to admit - he even saved the video of you and Lina drunkenly hooking up.

"Only me?" Jungkook kisses along your neck, nibbling along.

"Only you." you slur.

That's what Jungkook wanted to hear - even if he knew the truth. You admit to being his and only his drives him wild.

"Please touch me, Kookie. It hurts." you hiss, face contorted in pain. You remove a hand from his shoulder to rub your clit - mind highly intoxicated and unaware. You'd never do this but now all you desired was to let loose.

Jungook moans. He watches you push your panties to the side - cute white lace might he add - and rub along your clit. You're a mess - a perfect whore for him. Your clit is so wet and pulsing - waiting for him to defile you the way he knows you want it.

"You just can't wait, baby." Jungkook shakes his head. His hands place themselves on your thighs. He begins to rub them, encouraging you to continue touching yourself. "You're so wet for me. Pussy's dripping all over the place."

"Please touch me!" you grab his shirt. You pressed a kiss on his lip roughly.

Jungkook groans. You kiss a long his face and grind into the air. "You're a bitch in heat." he scoffs. "Take these clothes off. Now."

You do, kicking off your panties and skirt and then shirt. You're completely bare, mind clouded to the fact that you two were in public and only you were naked.

Jungkook grabs your neck. You're shocked when he does. He brings you close to his face, his tongue licking from your chin up to your forehead. He then spits at you - but you couldn't bring yourself to care about the disrespectful act. "You're my bitch, aren't you, baby?" Jungkook chuckles. He's rough when he pushes you down and forces your legs open. "My bitch to please."

You're nodding, arching to feel his hands between your legs.

Jungkook slaps your clit hard. You shout out, but he does it a few more times. "A stupid bitch that's dripping all over the place." Jungkook cackles almost insanely.

You couldn't stop the scream that releases from your throat when you feel his tongue on your clit. He's licking aggressively, tongue digging in and out of you. Though your eyes struggled to stay open, you can see Jungkook between your legs, head bobbing side to side. The sounds of his tongue lapping between your clit are mixed with your moans and shouts.

"You taste so good, baby. My perfect little bitch." Jungkook kisses your clit. "My bitch." He kisses your clit again. "My bitch."

Jungkook grabs his phone from the table. He unlocks it to show the camera - he was going to need to remember the moment he defiled you - and you let him.

"Come here." Jungkook doesn't wait for you to do anything he tells you. He yanks your hair roughly and brings you to his cock. He pushes down the cargo pants and underwear - cock springing out.

Jungkook pushes his cock between your lips. He begins to thrust, hitting the back of your throat. His phone records every second of him fucking your throat. You're gagging and gurgling - but he doesn't care and of course, neither do you. You were begging for his cock, throat and pussy ready for him to fuck it.

Jungkook slaps your cheek hard. You groan and hiss when he does it repeatedly, cheek going numb. He was determined to leave all types of marks on you. After all, you belonged to him and only him.

Jungkook does one last - hard - slap against your cheek before cumming into your throat. He pushes you away, allowing some of his cum to be released right onto your face. "Look how beautfiul you are, baby." Jungkook coos. You struggled to swallow the cum in your throat, your hair was disheveled and the warm ejaculation was dripping down your face. "Smile, baby." Jungkook chuckles, camera in your face.

Jungkook turns the camera around to face him. He smiles in it as he lies besides you.

"Please fuck me." you beg.

"And she wants me." Jungkook smirks into the camera. He turns his phone off and throws his phone to the side. He flips you around and pushes your legs apart. "I'm going to cum so deep inside of you, baby. You'll take every inch of it, okay?"

"O-Okay." you nod hectically.

Jungkook enters you raw. He wastes no time in slamming your face to the ground and pounding inside of you. His hands are tangled into your hair while the other fingertips are gripping your waist. "My beautiful bitch. I've waited so long to have you!" Jungkook grunts, your ass bounces against his abdomen.

"Y-Your bitch." you slurred. You couldn't move - Jungkook was so deep inside of you that the pleasure - due to the unknown aphrodisiac - hides the pain.

"That's right, baby." Jungkook slaps your face again. "My bitch."

Jungkook flips you around, slamming you onto your back. He places both knees up to your shoulders and slams back into you. His hands grip your chin and forces you to look up at him. It's hard - you've came far too many times to be coherant, but you open your eyes to look at him.

"I'll kill you, Y/N." Jungkook hisses, eyes boring into yours. "If you ever give yourself to anyone else. I'll kill everyone around you."

You don't hear it clearly - Jungkook's words are just gibberish through your ears. Your moans mixed with his, plus the slapping of skin on skin to even the mosit sounds of your pussy.

Jungkook spits on you once more. "I love you so much, baby." He licks your lips. "My beautiful baby is all mine. Finally all mine."

Jungkook snaps his hips sloppily - he couldn't wait to cum in you now. He couldn't wait to coat your walls with his seed - the seed that one day in the future - no matter how far - he'd use to start the family he wanted.

Jungkook begins to bite your skin - he's unsure why. There was something about you that made him want to utterly disrespect and worship you all in one. Your skin is being bruised by his sucks and harsh bites - to ensure that whoever looked at you knew you were taken. 

"I'm cumming, baby." Jungkook moans, twitching. You were far too incoherent to understand - you were nothing but a moaning mess. He releases inside of you in one last thrust, gripping onto your hair as he does so.

"You're fired, Y/N. This is the 3rd time." Sapphire shakes her head at you. "Remember what I told you when you first started? To keep whatever boyfriends you had out of my bar."

Your lips of trembling at her harsh words.

"I can't have that man coming in here and assaulting customers because you're doing your job." Sapphire takes a deep breath. "I'm going to miss you, but as for right now - I can't afford to have you."

It was safe to say your life was going to shit.

It's been six months since you started seeing Jungkook - and now you've noticed what others have noticed not long ago.

Jungkook was possessive - he came every night you worked and stayed at the bar. Sapphire had cut him off from buying you off the floor, stating that there was a shortage of bartenders. So, Jungkook remained at the bar and fought any man who you got close to.

The first two times Sapphire had let him off the hook with a warning - the third, not so much. Sapphire was done with Jungkook and his possessive tendencies. He insisted on bringing you to and from work. That was cool - Jungkook was your boyfriend. But where her problem lied was when he stayed the entirety of your shift just to watch you. You were one of her best Bartenders, but under Jungkook's intense gaze, you tripped and fumbled.

"Baby, wait-"

"Get the fuck away from me!" you scream at Jungkook when you feel his hands touch your shoulder. "I told you to stop coming here!"

"You're my girlfriend. You work at a club where men can-"

"This is the same club I met you." you sneer at him.

"I'm different. I wanted more than sex from you." Jungkook retorts. He follows you to his car, opening your door. You sit inside and slam the door yourself. "Are you upset because I didn't want a man touching what's mine?"

"I'm not a piece of meat, Jungkook. I'm a woman with feelings. I work hard to pay my bills." you his at him. You were crying now. As long as you worked at Sapphire's, the people became like a second family to you. Lina avoided you each shift and never returned any of your calls or messages and Sapphire has given up on you.

You conclude that it had to do something with Jungkook.

"Do you need money, baby? I can pay for everything." Jungkook shrugs carelessly. "Just tell me what-"

"Do you think I'm some gold-digger, Jungkook?" you hiss at him. He hasn't started the car yet and you contemplate getting out and walking home. "I can take care of myself."

"You're my girlfriend!" Jungkook hisses right back. "I should be able to take care of you. You shouldn't want for anything - that's what the man does!"

"I'm nothing to you." you scream at Jungkook. "Take me home."

Jungkook doesn't move - all he can hear are your words. Nothing? You were nothing to him?

You were everything to him. For months he ensured you were safe going home and coming to work. He followed you the best he could - even installed cameras into your home. It was how he knew you preferred Sunflowers over roses - or that your ideal date was a picnic away from the world. Him watching you (because you meant something to him) was the reason how he knew what diamonds you'd prefer.

"Okay." Jungkook sighs. He starts the car and begins driving down the road.

Jungkook and you are silent. The both of you just had nothing to say to each other.

You adored Jungkook. He was kind and funny and over all caring - too caring. This wasn't the man you met months ago on his birthday. The shy doe eyes boy was gone and now a stone cold man took his place. One too many times you have to pull off a bloodied Jungkook - not covered in his own blood - because of something simply as catcalling. No matter the amount of talks the two of you had, it never changed.

Jungkook couldn't understand how a woman didn't want a man to cater to you. His money was yours. His home was yours - so was his cars. All you had to do was ask - or take - for it. He would never deny anything from you if it was easily accessible.

"You don't need to come-"

"We need to talk, Y/N. Don't act this way." Jungkook shrugs you off, making his way inside your apartment.

It happened so fast - all of it. The screamings, to the cryings - to more screams. 

"Why are you trying to ruin what we have, baby?!" Jungkook screams - now crying uncontrollably. He puts both of his hands on his head and shakes it. "No! No! You're trying to leave me. You said you'd never do that!"

You flinch away when he leaps towards you, a crazed look in his eyes. He grabs both of your arms and brings you into a hug. "You don't mean this, baby. You don't want to break us up, right? I won't allow you to!"

Why would you want to leave him? He offered you everything he could offer you - all that was left was his life.

It took everything in you to get Jungkook away from you, but you managed. You ran to the front door, attempting to open it but he was quicker. He slams it shut and shoves you into it. You yelp at the sudden impact of your back hitting the door. You're sobbing now at how terrified of him you are.

"I don't want to hurt you, Y/N. But if that's what I have to do to make you stay with me then I will."

"Jung-"

"Shut up." Jungkook hisses. "W-Why don't you love me, Y/N?"

Hearing the crack in Jungkook's voice frightens you. He wasn't okay in the head, that's for sure. You don't understand how this escalated quickly - you asked for a break, not for him to leave you completely.

As much as Jungkook was kind, he was controlling and possessive. He attempted to dictate aspects of your laugh you had under controlled. 

"Kookie-"

"You don't love me anymore, Y/N?" Jungkook cries. "What would make you love me, huh? Killing those motherfuckers who fired you?" he roars - you flinch against the door. "Don't cry baby, I'm sorry, sshhh." Jungkook brings you into a hug, rubbing your back. "Please don't be scared of me, baby, I didn't mean to raise my voice at you."

You swallow as the tears drip down your chin. You're unsure what to do now. Jungkook was psychotic - laughing, to then smiling to them roaring at the top of his lungs. 

"I love you, Y/N. Let me love you the way you deserve." Jungkook places a kiss along your temple. "Things will be easier that way, okay? I wouldn't have to hurt you, myself or anyone else you claim to love."

Part 2 of 2

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[viliantropy-art]

They said look back, they said don't. Said look forward, said close your eyes.

No one told me to look at corners.

And look, I did.

[ueberdemnebelmeer]

TODO MODO / ONE WAY OR ANOTHER 1976 | dir. Elio Petri

[treethymes]

One Way or Another (1974, dir. Sara Gómez)

[bimbvx]

Have you ever posted a full reference of Kate's tattoos? I absolutely love your design for her! 🖤✨️

THANK YOU!!!<3 and bold of you to assume i plan things out before drawing them 💀 however thank you for asking and therefore giving myself a reason to make a reference sheet which 1. is confusing 2. who knows if i’ll ever use it

i’ve also included some lore: kate used to “play” the synthesizer before the mysterious disappearance of their bandmate skully, so tim promoted her to be the bassist (also a very important moment in their career because from that day on they stopped desperately trying to sound like the doors and she proceeded to carry the band with her amazing tunes)