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Burning Love - Part Two

a/n: here’s part two! The dang gif I’ve been using didn’t feel like showing up, but the yoga one actually works for this part, enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are helpful! Support me here if you’re able! (not proofread)

Warnings: cocky!Harry flirting, a whole mess of angst, mentions of blood, fluff, and smut!

Words: 5K

Pairing: Harry x OC (kindergarten teacher Danielle Robinson)

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After his date with Danielle, Harry went out to grab a couple of drinks with his friends. This resulted in him going home with one of his usual hookups. He never claimed to be a saint. Shauna was a lovely woman, and usually down to fuck when Harry wanted it. She just happened to be at the same bar as him, and he wanted to make sure she got home alright.

He didn’t kiss her, though, at least not on the lips. He didn’t want to taint the nice kiss he had with Danielle. Harry was just looking to get off, and he didn’t feel like using his own hand tonight. Shauna was going to town, bouncing up and down on his dick, letting out sweet moans. Usually Harry would put a little more effort in, but he was almost disappointed. He’d rather be fucking Danielle. Well, he’d rather be having a nice conversation to her that would perhaps lead to some hot love making because he felt like that’s what she deserved, but still…Shauna just wasn’t doing it for him.

“Is it good for you?” She pants.

“Hm, yeah, keep going, I’m almost there.” He thrusts up into her and her head rolls back. She reaches to rub her own clit, and he spills into the condom. Once they’re both cleaned up, he gets dressed and sighs heavily. “Hey, uh, I don’t wanna be an ass or anything, but I think this is the last time I can do this with you.”

“Oh…um…can I ask why? Did I do something you didn’t like?”

“No, no, you were great.” He gives her hand a squeeze. “It’s just…I met someone, and I’d like to see where things go with her. I wouldn’t feel right if we kept doing this.”

“I get it.” Shauna swallows. “Well, thanks for letting me know.” She sighs.

“Thanks for understanding.” He pecks her cheek. “I’ll see you around.”

As Harry was driving home, he actually couldn’t believe that he fucked someone after going out on a perfectly lovely date with Danielle. He felt like scum, and he was glad he broke things off with Shauna. Harry could be classified as a kind playboy. He fucked, but he wasn’t in the business of breaking hearts. And maybe when he first met Danielle, he would have liked to just take her into her classroom closet and fuck her, but the more he saw of her over the week, he felt a fondness for her start to grow. He’s never really been a one-woman kind of guy, but there was something special about Danielle that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. If he were to ever settle down with someone, he would want to do it with a woman like her. So, he knew he needed to cut the shit, and cut off anyone else he didn’t want to potentially get serious with.

On Monday, between her groups, Danielle was just about to dive into her tuna pita pocket when she heard a knock on her door. She sighs and stands up, wondering who it could possibly be. When she opens the door her mouth falls open when she sees Harry.

“H-Harry, hi.”

“Hi.” He smiles. “Thought I’d pop in since I know this is when you’re usually having lunch. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, come in.” She steps aside and closes the door once he makes his way in. “Did you have a nice rest of your weekend?”

“I did, thanks.” He nods and then smirks when he sees her lunch on her desk. “I interrupted your lunch.”

“I was just about to eat, so you weren’t really interrupting anything.” She walks over to him. “This is a nice surprise.”

“Good, I’m glad you think so.” He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close to him, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.

She presses her hands to his chest as he kisses her. She lets him nibble and suck on her bottom lip again. She opens up a bit to get some air, and he takes this as an opportunity to lick into her mouth. He swirls his tongue around hers, and then goes back to biting her bottom lip before letting her go. She looks at him absolutely stunning.

“Um.” She takes a piece of gum out of her mouth. “I wasn’t chewing this before.”

“S’mine, sorry.” He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, and she places the gum back onto it. “Thanks.” He smiles. “Well, I’ll see you later.” He starts to walk away, but she grabs his wrist.

“Wait, is that all you came here for?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” She furrows her brows at that. “Was thinking about how nice it was kissing you the other night, and I really wanted to kiss you again, so I came here.” He reaches to tuck some hair behind her ear. “Is that okay?”

“Well…you could have texted me first. What if I had already started to eat my tuna? I would have been mortified.”

“Then I would have just let you keep my gum in your mouth.” He shrugs. “No big deal, love. Oh, I was also wondering how you’d feel if I came to one of your yoga classes on Friday.”

“You’d…really wanna do that?”

“Sure! I do yoga at home all the time. I meditate too, helps me unwind. I’d love to come to one of your classes, you know, help support. Then we could grab a drink or something afterwards…if you wanted.”

“Yeah! Sure, that sounds great. Um, let me give you one of my cards so you know where the studio is.” She rushes over to her purse and pulls out a card for him. “Here.”

“Thanks, so I’ll see you Friday?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “I’m glad you came to visit.”

“Me too.” He pecks her lips and then heads out. Just once she’d like to not feel so flustered by him.

On Friday, Harry came to Danielle’s second class, which was at 5:15. He sets up in the back as to not make her nervous, but he still gives her a small wave. She waves back and a few of her friends give her a surprised look. Danielle notices that he’s wearing a long a sleeve tee. What in the actual fuck was so bad about a naked mermaid?

“Good evening everyone, we’re going to get started. Are there any particular areas you’re hoping to focus on?”

“Lower back!” Someone shouts.

“Arms!” Another person shouts.

Danielle gets her playlist ready, and begins the warm up. She has everyone reach above their heads, and then bend at the waist, breathing in and out slowly. The lights in the studio were dim, and the entire environment just felt extremely calm. Harry was enjoying it already. Danielle may have said she liked listening to Harry, but Harry liked listening to her just the same. Some of the yoga moves got more intricate as time went on, but no one minded. It made the cool down all the more rewarding.

“Now, I’d like you all to lay flat on your backs, close your eyes, and just focus on your breathing.” She says calmly and watches to make sure everyone does so. She sits down cross legged on her mat and closes her own eyes. “Let everything else drift away, nothing matters right now in this space.”

After about five minutes of meditation, the class ends, and everyone starts to pack up. Two of Danielle’s friends come up to her, and they share hushed giggles about the ‘cute guy in the back’.

“Shh, he’s coming over here.” She says to them. “Hi, Harry…these are my friends, Jen and Christine.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you both. “Sorry if I’m stealing Danielle from your girl’s night.”

“Oh, please, steal Dani all you want.” Jen laughs. “We can survive a Friday night without her.”

“Yeah, you two kids have fun.” Christine winks at Danielle and they both scoot out.

“Dani, huh?” Harry smirks.

“Sorry, you’re not privy to that nickname yet.” She smirks back at him.

He laughs and then leans in to speak closer to her ear.

“Challenge accepted.” He whispers and then steps back, grabbing both of their gym bags. “Do you need to go home first or anything?”

“No, I don’t usually break a sweat doing this.” She chuckles. “What bar did you want to go to? I can just follow you there.”

“You pick, it’s only fair since I picked the last spot.”

“Oh, well, have you ever been to Casey’s? That’s usually one of my go to’s.”

“Yeah, that place sounds familiar. Works for me.” He smiles and they both walk out to the parking lot.

Harry follows Danielle there, and then they both head inside, grabbing a high top to sit at.

“What’s your drink tonight?” He asks her.

“I’d love a vodka-tonic with lime, if you don’t mind.”

“Coming right up.” He says, kissing her cheek before heading up to the bar.

He had left his phone on the table, facing upwards. It wasn’t Danielle’s fault that when it lit up it caught her eyes. It also wasn’t really her fault that Harry didn’t have his texted on private, so she could clearly see what it said.

Shauna: H! Hey, I know you said you were sort of seeing someone, but I miss your cock, baby. I’m not gonna beg, but please consider stopping by tonight…I’ll let you put it in my ass, know how much you like that 😉

Danielle was shocked, to say the least. Although, Harry never explicitly said he was single. And the text from this Shauna person makes it seem like he wasn’t looking to see her anymore. Was Danielle the person he was seeing? It had only been a couple of weeks, he could be seeing a few different women. He liked to do anal…Danielle wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with that. She gets the sudden urge to stand up and leave, run out the door, block Harry’s number and pretend like they never met. But before she can do that, he’s back at the table with their drinks.

“Here you are.” He smiles as he places it down on the table.

“Thanks.” She says flatly. She notices that Harry just pockets his phone without even checking the text, and she scoffs slightly to herself as she takes a sip of her drink. “Your phone lit up while you were at the bar.”

“Oh? I’ll check it later, I don’t really like being on my phone when I’m on a date.” He grins.

“That’s very nice of you, but I really think you should check your phone.” Harry furrows his brows, but takes his phone out. His eyes widen when he looks at the text from Shauna, his mouth falls open, but Danielle speaks before he can. “I just happened to see it, I wasn’t prying. However, I feel really stupid. Here I was, thinking that I met this really sweet guy who’s a little flirty, but really wants to get to know me! You really had me fooled, Harry.” She laughs and takes another sip of her drink.

“Danielle, I’m so sorry you saw that text…Shauna’s just someone I was sort of hooking up with, but the last time I saw her I basically told her I didn’t want to see her anymore because I had met someone…you.”

“That would mean you saw her after our date last weekend, right? Surely you wouldn’t have said something after our first encounter.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I did see her after our date, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I didn’t even enjoy it. I…I just wanted you, Danielle.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Less stupid?” She shakes her head. “Thanks for the drink, but I’m heading home.”

“Wait, please don’t go. You can’t get upset with me over this. If you hadn’t seen the text you wouldn’t have even known about Shauna.”

“Exactly! How many other women are you seeing? Are there other kindergarten teachers you’re trying to fuck? It’s not like my school is the only elementary school in town.”

“No, there’s no one else I’m currently seeing. I really like you, and I’d like to see where this goes.”

“Let me ask you something. If I had been the one to go to the bar, and you saw a text on my phone from some guy that said I could fuck him in the ass if I came over tonight, you’re telling me you wouldn’t be put off or upset?”

“I already told you, I don’t like playing the what if game.” Her face stays cold and stoic. “I don’t know, I’d be more surprised than anything that you were into pegging.”

“God, you can’t take anything seriously!”

“Oi, I resent that. My entire job is serious. I put my life at risk every day that I put my uniform on. I think you’re making a way bigger deal out of this than you need to. You should be happy that I told her to bugger off because I want to be with you.”

“Oh, I should?” Her eyebrows raise. She hops off the stool and grabs her purse. “I don’t like guys who don’t give a fuck about juggling multiple women, or what effects that has on those women. Shauna must still be hung up on you, or she wouldn’t have texted you, Harry. I don’t need to deal with your baggage.” She huffs.

“You’re seriously going to leave?”

“I don’t want to spend another second with you.” She spits. “You’re not who I thought you were, or who I hoped you’d be, and I’m incredibly disappointed.” She starts to walk out of the bar, and he gets up to follow her.

“Would you just hold on a second?!” He shouts over the loud music, but she doesn’t turn around to look at him. He follows her out to the parking lot, and she grabs her pepper spray. He stops shirt and puts his hands up.

“I’m not afraid to use this, alright?”

“Can you just explain to me why you’re so upset about this? I could understand if we had been seeing each other for a while, but we haven’t. Am I not allowed a bit of a buffer to tie up some loose ends?”

“Loose ends?” She makes a disgusted face. “Harry, I’m sorry, I can’t be with a womanizer.”

“I’m not! I’m very upfront with my intentions when it comes to women. I’ve never led a single one of them on. Shauna was a woman I was hooking up with a bit more regularly, sure, but when I spoke with her she said she understood. I was just as shocked as you were to see that text. I’m so sorry you saw it.”

“You haven’t been upfront with me.” She says lowly.

“What?”

“You just said that you’re upfront with the women you see.” She swallows, and lowers her pepper spray back into her purse. “You haven’t exactly spelled out your intentions with me, Harry. I mean, it’s clear you want to fuck me, but what else do you want from me, huh?” Her bottom lip starts to quiver. “I’ve been hurt badly in the past, and I’m not going to let it happen again.” A few tears trickle down her cheeks, and Harry completely deflates.

“Danielle…I…I’m so sorry.” He steps a little closer to her. “I’m really taken with you. I want to keep getting to know you, and date you, and see where it goes. I don’t want to do anything that’s going to hurt you. That’s why I cut things off with Shauna, I swear. I’m really interested in you. When we kissed for the first time in my car, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about when I’d get to do it again.” He was pleading with her now. He had never been so desperate to keep a woman around in his life.

Danielle sighs heavily. Maybe she was blowing things out of proportion, but that text really put a bad taste in her mouth. However, it’s not like Harry knew he was going to receive that text. If he had, he wouldn’t have just left his phone out like that. He would have been guarding it. He trusted her, and that was the light bulb she needed to go off.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He says.

“I’ll give you a pass. I suppose it’s not your fault. I just hope you let her down as nicely as you’re saying.”

“I did, I swear I did.”

“Alright.” She nods.

“Would you come back inside?”

“No, I wanna go home.” She takes her keys out. “You can follow me there.”

“Really?”

“Yes…I owe you a second chance. I overreacted.”

“Hey, uh, if that set you off, like, your feelings are valid.” He assures her.

“I can explain more at my place, come on.”

Once they’re both at Danielle’s apartment, she gets them both set up with a cup of decaf before they both sit on the sofa.

“A few years ago…I found out my college sweetheart was cheating on me…because I happened upon a text on his phone. It was usually glued to him, but I had come over while he was in the shower, and…it was awful. I guess I was a little triggered before, even though I didn’t have the right to be.”

“Christ, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry.” He puts his hand over hers and gives it a squeeze. “How could anyone cheat on you, you’re so sweet and bubbly…and nice.”

“That was the problem. I was too nice. He didn’t think he’d ever get caught, and he told me that he didn’t think I’d actually leave him if he did.”

“Sounds like he was taking you for granted.” His eyebrows knit together. “That can really fuck a person up.”

“I haven’t really been involved with someone seriously since.”

“So…you haven’t-“

“I’ve had a few, brief hookups…a few date nights here and there, but I haven’t…I haven’t really wanted to let anyone in.” Her lip starts to quiver again. “And then I met you, and…it just felt so good to feel wanted and I freaked out when I saw that text because I thought this was going to end before it started.” She sniffles. “I’ve spent a lot of time putting myself back together, and it’s so fucking annoying that something so stupid could make me feel so lousy. I know you’re not my ex, but it’s hard not to think that…that-“

“Hey.” He caresses her cheek. “When I choose to focus on one person, I don’t go out looking for anyone else. I know I’ve only known you a couple of weeks, but I can’t imagine how someone could think they needed anyone else when they were lucky enough to have you.”

All of her features soften, and her suddenly frozen heart thaws for him once again. She tugs on the collar of her his shirt and crashes her mouth to his. For once, she’s the one to bite his bottom lip, and he hums appreciatively. Both of his hands cup her cheeks as the kiss deepens, their tongues molding together. She whimpers and moans into his mouth, he was such a good kisser.

“M’sick of being in these yoga clothes.” She breathes as he starts to kiss on her neck. She grips his hair and cranes her neck so he has access to more. “Do you wanna take a shower with me?”

“Are you serious?” He says as he pulls away to look at her.

“Yeah.” She nods and kisses him again. He quickly scoops her up, and throws her over his shoulder. “Harry!” She squeals.

“Which way to your bathroom?”

“Down the hall, through my bedroom.”

Harry finds his way through her apartment, and gets them both into the bathroom. He sets her down so she can start the water. In the meantime, he peels off his shirt, and lets it drop to the floor. Her eyes don’t know where to focus on first. He had so many tattoos.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” She says, and wraps her arms around his neck. His hands travel down to pull at the hem of her shirt, and he lifts it off, revealing her sports bra.

“So are you. Can I take this off?” He tugs at the straps of the bra.

“I’m certainly not planning on showering in it.”

He helps her take it off and his hands immediately move to cup her breasts. They sat a little lower on her frame, and were even larger than he anticipated, but they were hers so he liked them, a lot. He kisses down the column of her throat and down to her chest.

“The water’s probably warm enough now.” She grunts. “Need to get the rest of these clothes off.”

“Couldn’t agree with you more.”

They step back from each other so they can both take their pants off. Both of their eyes drift down for a split second before their bodies collide once more. They nearly trip as they get into the shower and under the warm water. Harry presses her against the wall as his tongue drags along her jaw and to her neck. Her head rolls back as her mouth falls open. He sucks a bruise into the crook of her neck and the gasp she makes fuels him to suck harder.

“Fuck.” She groans.

Harry licks his way down her chest, cupping her breasts so her can suck on one of her nipples. Her hands rake through his hair. He blindly reaches for her shower head and snatches it as he stands up straight.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She breathes as she watches him lower the showerhead, adjusting the setting on it so it sprays a specific way. He doesn’t say anything, he just presses the shower head to her pelvis and slides it over her clit. “Oh…oh!” She clutches at the tile on the wall as best she can. Her legs part just enough so he can maneuver the shower head easier.

He slots his mouth over hers and sucks on her tongue. She felt like she couldn’t breathe in the best possible way. The hand that wasn’t working the showerhead between her legs was planted on the wall next to her head. She couldn’t help but notice the veins in his arm and hand.

“H-Harry.” She licks her lips after he worked his mouth to her collar bone.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes!” She mewls. Her hands move to his back, her nails clawing at his skin. “N-need more.” She wasn’t exactly sure what she needed more of, she just knew she needed it.

Before she knows it, he’s dropping to his knees, so he can see better, and thrusting two fingers up inside her. He focuses the showerhead on her clit, and her hands find their way to his hair. She tugs harshly, eliciting a moan from him and he looks up at her, pleading with her to do it again. His fingers curl up inside her and it has her panting.

“Oh, fuck! Just like that, oh my god!” She cries out as she comes to her release. He slowly stands back up and her eyes widen as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. He puts the showerhead back as well. She eyes flicker down to his hard, twitching cock. “I think we should get out.” She reaches to turn the water off. “You may be fine with getting on your knees in here,” she says as she grabs them both a towel, “but I much prefer the comfort of my bed.”

Once they’re both dried off, they drop their towels and get onto her bed. He lays back as she shifts between her legs. She rubs her hands up and down his thick thighs, tracing over his tiger tattoo.

“Do you ever, um, think I could see you in your uniform.” She says as she starts to pump him slowly.

“Got a little fantasy, do you?” He smirks.

“I wouldn’t mind watching you slide down that pole.” She smirks back, and then kisses his tip.

“Fuck, just, come up here.” He pats the tops of his thighs. “I need to fuck you before I explode.”

“Oh, yeah?” She licks up and down his shaft. “Wanna feel how tight and wet I am around you?” She bats her lashes up at him and he groans.

“Please.”

“Lay flat on your back.”

“You don’t want me to sit up?”

“No.” She shakes her head as she reaches into her side table for a condom. She rips open the foil packet and slides it onto him. She scoots up his body, that was now flat on the bed, takes his wrists and pins them above his head. She rocks herself back and forth on his cock until he slips inside her. They both moan out.

“Fuck, you like being in control, baby?” He says as he watches her get a rhythm going.

“Sometimes.” She comes almost all the way off of him and then slams back down. “I’m an educator, so I thought I’d teach you who’s boss here.” She leans down and kisses him before sitting all the way back up.

“A lesson I won’t soon forget, eh?”

“You have no idea.” She smirks. “Don’t thrust up into me.” She says as she lets his wrists go. “And keep your hands above your head.

“You’re not gonna let me touch you?”

“I let you get pretty handsy in the shower, count yourself lucky for that.”

She lets her hands fall behind her, planting on his thighs as she starts to bounce up and down on him. Once she feels like she won’t topple over, she lets her hands drag over her breasts, groping herself in front of him. He grunts and grits his teeth as he watches her.

“Like using my cock to get yourself off?”

“Yeah, how’s it feel?”

“You feel incredible, just wish I could-“

“I said don’t.” She warns him just as he was raising his hands, but he sets them back down on the pillows.

She plants both of her hands on his shoulders as she hovers over him. She rocks back and forth on his cock, rubbing her clit against him perfectly. She swivels her hips around on him in circles and she starts moaning.

“Danielle, please, you’re killing me.” Harry groans, sweat was starting to form at his hairline.

“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to address your teacher by their first name.” She says, ghosting her lips over his before kissing him. She moans into his mouth as she comes around him. She grinds against him a few more times, riding out her orgasm. “I know you can ask nicer than that.” She says, nibbling on his earlobe.

Harry was so fucking turned on. He never would have guessed that Danielle was a little kinky, but he was incredibly excited about it, so he plays along.

“Miss Robinson?”

“Yes?”

“May I please fuck you from behind and rearrange your guts?” He smiles at her sweetly.

“You may, but only because you asked so nicely.” She pecks his lips and gets off of him carefully. She gets on all four as he shuffles behind her. He gives her bum a little smack and she giggles.

Harry slides back inside her, a sigh of relief leaving him at the feeling of her warmth around him again. He grips the back of her neck to get a steady pace going. She drops her front half so her cheek is smushes against her pillows. She licks her finger tips and starts rubbing her clit.

“Harder.” She grunts, and he complies.

He gives her hard, deep, and fast thrusts which result in him hitting her g-spot over and over. It feels like an electric shock going through her body, and suddenly she’s seeing stars, coming around him once again. He spills into the condom shortly after due to the way she was squeezing him. She was still moaning even after he pulled out.

“Yeh liked that, huh?” He gives her bum a soothing pat before getting off the bed.

“It was so good.” She mewls as she rolls onto her back.

As Harry goes into the light of the bathroom, he furrows his brows as he takes the condom off. He notices a slight shade of pink on the rubber. He didn’t want to embarrass her, but he wonders if she started her period without realizing it. He picks up his boxers off the bathroom floor and wiggles them up his legs.

“Hey…Danielle?” She hums her response. He thought she looked like an angel, laying peacefully with her eyes closed. He sits on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on her thigh. “Babe, I don’t wanna embarrass you or anything, but I think you started your period?”

“What?” Her eyes open and she sits up. “That’s impossible, I had it last week. What makes you think I started it?”

“The condom was a little pink.”

Her face goes pale, and she licks her lips in thought.

“Excuse me.” She gets up, wrapping one of her blankets around herself as she goes into the bathroom. She sits on the toilet to pee. It doesn’t sting or hurt, but when she checks the toilet paper, she rolls her eyes when she sees the light pink color. It wasn’t period blood. She sighs and flushes the toilet, washing her hands before returning to the bedroom, and sitting next to Harry on the bed. “It, um, it’s not period blood. I…I think I tore a little. You fucked me pretty hard.”

“Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?! I would have slowed down or stopped; I feel terrible.”

“Don’t!” She shakes her head. “It didn’t hurt, it doesn’t even hurt now. It’s just been a little while for me, and you’re, um, bigger than I’m used to, and you fucked me hard. I wanted it that way, I’m not upset. It felt really, really good.” She gives him a soft smile. “Sorry if you’re grossed out…”

“I’m not, I just wanna make sure you’re alright.”

“I am…I’m really glad we did that.”

“Me too.” He leans in and kisses her tenderly. “Kinda wanna spend the night with you, would that be okay?”

“How are you at making breakfast?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“M’aces at making pancakes.” He says with a bright smile. “Do you like pancakes, love?”

She nods her head yes, wrapping her arms around him and giving him quick kisses on his cheek. Did she have sex with him a little faster than she intended? Yes, but it was worth it. She felt incredibly close with him, and she couldn’t wait to see where things were going to go with Chief Styles.

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when you love someone [leah rilke]

leah rilke x fem reader

request #1: Ahhhhh I love your Leah x reader series!!! It’s so good :) I know you have a bunch of requests but would you consider doing a part four where Leah and her are sitting up one night and the reader confesses shares more about her past, maybe something darker (like knowing the reason that Becca died, but she doesn’t blame Shelby) and that she never wants to leave Leah once they get home and they fantasize their future together. The other girls overhear and also share what they want to do when they get home. Lots of fluff because the girls deserve it, lol

hi guys! i love this series so much, honestly it’s one of my favorite ones to write! so as long as you guys keep requesting for this series to keep going and ideas for it, it’ll keep going! so if you love this series as much as i do keep requesting for it! also i have a lot of imagines queued up so stay tune!

*not my gif*

You were sat in between Leah’s legs, her arms wrapped around you. Her front pressed against your back as her head hooked onto your shoulder. You relax into her touch, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“What was life like back home?” she asks you, breaking the comfortable silence.

You shrug, staring back out at the ocean, “Um not the greatest. It was really me and Shelby against the world.”

“What about that Becca girl you and Shelby always mention? Weren’t you like the three musketeers?” Leah asks jokingly, but your whole mood seems to change, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No it’s okay, really. I trust you enough to tell you.” you say and she tightens her arms around you, giving you a soft squeeze.

Before you go on with your story, you kiss her softly. And a small smile appears on her face as the two of you pull away.

You let out a sigh, “You were right it was always me, Shelby, and Becca against the world. The three musketeers. But anyone with eyes can tell that me and Shelby were closer.”

“This is terrible!” you exclaim, your face contorting into disgust as you pushed the 7/11 hot dog away from you.

“I can’t believe you ate that!” Shelby adds on, pretending to gag.

Becca picks up the hot dog from the hood of your car, casually taking a bite, “It’s not that bad!” she says with a mouthful of gas station hot dog.

“Eww Becs!” you and Shelby say in unison, before laughing at how the two of you were in sync.

“Reputation was big at our school. If you didn’t have a good reputation, you might as well fall off the edge of the Earth. If you couldn’t tell, Shelby and I were the top of the social food chain. Popular, pretty, everything all the girls wanted to be.” you say.

“Ah, you had the classic typical movie high school.” Leah says, trying to get a better grasp on the story, “I’m assuming Becca didn’t have the best rep.”

You nod, still staring out at the big blue, “You assume correctly. She had a few mental health problems. Her parents sent her away for a little bit and it was this big uproar at the school. When she came back me and Shelby never loved her less. At the time though, I didn’t quite know the extent of how much Shelby actually loved her.”

“Wait so Shelby had feelings for Becca?” she asks.

“Mhm, that’s what caused the downfall.”

“Hey Shelb? Are you okay?” you ask her softly, you were driving her home after bowling with your two best friends.

She just looks at you with a tight-lipped smile, “Yeah...I’m okay.”

You give her a look and raise your eyebrows, “Why do I not believe you?”

“Because you worry about me too much.” she says, mocking the look you were giving her.

“I only worry when I have a reason. You’ve been quiet since we trashed the car. You didn’t even sing ‘The Climb’ with me.” you shoot back, staring at her seriously.

“I’m okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Shelby says, giving you a hug before heading inside.

“I didn’t find out about their kiss until later. When Shelby came to me crying, the last time the two ever spoke.” you continue onto through your sob story.

There was a frantic knock on your front door. You were home alone watching Criminal Minds, so you were a little taken a back at the pounding at your door. You open the door just a tiny bit, peeking through the little hole you created.

Shelby was standing on your porch, pacing back and forth. Tears streaming down her face. You immediately open the door wider and she crashes into your arms.

“I’m ruined, everything is ruined.” she whispers softly.

You run your fingers through her hair, “Shh...it’s gonna be okay. Whatever it is we’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

“That night she told me everything. She didn’t want to admit to herself or anyone else, but with me it was like a truth serum. All of it just spilt out, her feelings for Becca. Her feelings for girls in general.” you let out another sigh.

“Why was it a big deal?” Leah asks, hesitantly, knowing it’s a bad topic.

You let out an empty laugh, “If you met our parents you would know why.”

“Y/N come down here!” your parents yell from downstairs.

You skip your way down the stairs and into the kitchen, “Yes?”

“Mr. Goodkind told us about Shelby and Becca.” they begin and you swallow tightly, “We wanted to make sure Shelby didn’t do anything like that to you. Or make sure you didn’t do anything to her.”

“No I haven’t and why would it matter if I did or if she did?” you retort and your parents look a little taken aback by that comment.

“You know why, the Bible says-” your parents say, giving you a look.

Internally you roll your eyes, “People deserve to love who they want without being judged. God loves everyone, no matter what they do. That’s what you always taught me right? Not to carry hate in your heart?” you say and your father opens his mouth, but you keep going, “But you're gonna stand her and carry hate in your heart for Shelby when you don’t even know what happened.”

“Y/N...is there something you’d like to tell us?” your mother asks.

You wanted to tell them. Just blurt it out. Maybe you and Shelby could be burnt at the stake together, but you just gave a tight-lipped smile.

“No.”

“So I’m not gonna win daughter in-law of the year.” Leah says jokingly and you laugh, thankful for the laugh in a serious conversation.

“Definitely not.” you respond, still chuckling to yourself.

“Damn...but proceed onto the story.” she says, gesturing for you to continue.

“That day, the day that Becca died I was at Shelby’s pageant. I sat with her awful parents. Who were finally okay with me being there, after a long conversation between them and my parents.” you say rolling your eyes.

Leah tightened her arms around you, probably sensing that this would take a turn. She hooked her head back on your shoulder, kissing your cheek softly. You smile softly at her sweet antics.

“Mrs. Gilroy?” you ask, stepping out of the little theater.

You could hear little sniffles on the other end of line, “Oh Y/N. Becca...she’s dead. I found her in her car, she purposefully crashed it into a street light. We called 911 and rushed her to the hospital, but she uh she didn’t make it.”

And you just dropped your phone onto the floor. Before falling softly to your knees. Frantically, picking up the phone. Tears streaming down your face at the news.

“Do you need anything Mrs. Gilroy? I’m sorry-I’m sorry you have to go through this.” you ask, trying your best to stay strong.

“We’re okay for now honey, thank you. But she left you and Shelby notes. You can swing by and grab them.” she suggests and you knew she wanted you to have them.

“Okay. I’ll be over later tonight.”

You rushed your way into the contestant’s dressing room. Desperate to find Shelby to let her know the news. When you found her, she was staring blankly at herself at the mirror. Someone already told her.

“Shelby?” you say, you voice barely above a whisper.

Her head immediately turns to you and she gets up from her seat, rushing towards you. Flinging herself into your arms, she buried her face into the crook of your neck. You could feel the tears fall upon your neck as your cheeks were stained with your own.

“She can’t be gone.” Shelby sobbed out and you shut your eyes tight, shaking your head softly.

“But she is love...she’s gone.”

“I got 31 calls from Becca that night. If I just-if I just answered one phone call. She could still be here right now. She’d be at home, practicing her bowling so she could kick me and Shelby’s ass when we got home.” you say, a small tear slipping down your cheeks.

“You can’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault.” Leah reassures you and you nod, swallowing to choke back the tears.

You take your hand and wipe off the tears that were falling, “I know. But I don’t blame Shelby either. I couldn’t, maybe this new me would, but the old me couldn’t. Her parents would have done anything to stop her from feeling that way. Her reputation would be shot. And in a small town like ours, that’s a death sentence.”

“Is that why you want to save everyone?” she asks, finally understanding everything, “Because you couldn’t save Becca?”

You nod, “I can’t lose anyone else. Especially Shelby and you.”

“What’s gonna happen when we get back to the real world? With us?” she asks you.

“I’m not the girl I was before I came here. I’ve learned that reputation and what other people of you doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not gonna matter in the long run. So I don’t want to leave your side.” you tell her, turning around to be face to face with her.

She cups your cheeks softly, “Baby, we live miles and miles away from each other.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to be apart from you. We could have our own little apartment with Shelby and Toni and probably Martha.” you suggest to her and she smiles widely, “Breakfasts every morning, but don’t ask Shelby to cook she’s shit at it.”

Leah laughs softly, “It’s okay I can cook. Double dates all the time, playing UNO with Martha. Lazy mornings, twisted in bedsheets.”

“Reading together in bed quietly before bed.” you add on and she smiles and nods.

“Our perfect life.”

“Fuck you Y/N, you suck at cooking more than I do.” Shelby’s voice cuts in from her spot next to me.

You and Leah both jump at her voice. Thinking that you two were the only ones awake.

“Would we really all live with each other?” Toni asks, “I don’t want to hear Y/N and Leah go at it.”

“Us? You two literally did it under a lychee tree not too far from here.” you say firing back at Toni’s snarky remark.

“You told her about that?” Toni asks, looking at her girlfriend incredulously.

Shelby looks down at her hands, smiling coyly, “Maybe.” she says drawing out the ‘e’.

“I guess if Leah’s cooking, I’ll be fine.” Toni replies with a shrug.

“I’d love to move in with you guys too!” Martha says, “But only if Marcus could come. And we play UNO at least twice a week.”

“Is everyone awake?” Leah asks, staring at all the girl.

A murmur of yes’s fill the previous silence.

“I want to get out of my house, you know? My parents aren’t the greatest either. Maybe we could be next door neighbors!” Fatin suggests, “If any of the couples need privacy, you ladies could hop over next door.”

“I don’t think it’ll be much better with all the guys you’ll bring home.” you joke and Faitn flips you off with a smile on her face.

Dot nods in agreement, “That would be so fun! Pizza nights and watching trashy reality TV every night.”

“Roomates?” Fatin asks, extending her hand out to Dot.

“Roomates.”

“Do you guys mind adding two more roommates?” Rachel asks and Nora nods smiling.

“Of course.” Dot says with a smile.

“Yay neighbors!!” Shelby yells and all of us laugh softly.

Toni playfully rolls her eyes, “I’m not escaping any of you ever, huh?”

“Nope!” the rest of you girls say in somewhat unison, laughing together.

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blessedboo · 4 years

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Mop Bucket | Angel Reyes.

Angel Reyes x Reader

GIF Credit: @mayans-mc

Summary: The sequel to Complicated - On a shopping trip with your boyfriend, you bump into Angel at the store after avoiding him for a while.

Requested: Yes - @ifoundmyhappythought, @thesandbeneathmytoes, and a few others. Thank you, my babies!

Warnings: Cursing/Language. Sexual (18+ Content, NSFW). Cheating.

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Spicy? Absolutely. Headcanon? Not. So yeah, the first part was a HC, this one ain’t - I wanted to give it a little more substance, ya know?

You frustratedly scoured the store’s aisles for ingredients. The task became tedious when most of the things you wanted were out of stock. The lack of help from your inattentive boyfriend didn’t make the situation any better.

Finally lifting his head up from his phone, “Babe, is this cake really that important? I mean, who even is this guy?” He groaned.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head disappointedly. “It’s for Ezekiel, love. We’ve been over this — you’ve met him!”

Waving his hand at you dismissively, he scoffed. “Whatever. You can’t expect me to keep track of all your friends.”

“It’s one frie-”

As you turned to face him, he started to make his way elsewhere; his eyes still glued to the bright screen in his hand, per usual.

“Douchebag,” you mumbled to yourself.

You couldn’t tell whether the exhaustion started to make you hallucinate, or if you actually heard laughing coming from the end of the aisle. Peering over to confirm your suspicions, a familiar dark-haired, gentle giant stood snickering at you from a few feet away.

Angel.

“He is quite the catch, mi dulce,” he sarcastically acknowledged, throwing a sly wink your way. Your lips pulled into a tight line as you flipped him off. He chuckled, yet a part of him couldn’t help but hurt. He wasn’t offended by your crude gesture, he just missed that attitude of yours.

You had been keeping your distance with him since that night at the clubhouse. You didn’t want to keep leading him on, it just wasn’t fair.

Angel made his way over to your cart, stepping in front of it to stop you from leaving - not before he got the answers he desperately needed. The sound of metal clanging against the shelves rang through the area as you winced.

“Nice. Great job, Angel.”

“Ah, so you do remember me? Amazing. Now, why have you been avoiding me?

“Wh—”

“I mean, no calls, no texts. Nothin’. Fuck is up with that?”

You sighed, dropping your head down. You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, no matter how much you wanted to hide from the inevitable truth. He was upset, and rightfully so.

“I-I don’t know. I thought a little space would be good for the both of us,” You confessed meekly, toying with your fingers as you anxiously waited for his response.

Angel stared at you blankly, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised. His thumb scratched at his chin as he licked his lips, trying to process what he’s just heard.

He pinched at the bridge of his nose, seemingly trying to control his temper and choose his next words wisely. “You don’t get to make that decision for me, querida,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

You crossed your arms stubbornly. “Well, I did it for me. I have a boyfriend, Angel! In fact, he is probably looking for me right now.”

His lips curved into an empathetic frown as he pointed behind you. “Really?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you spun around, your heart clenching at the sight. Your partner was flirting with some blonde in booty shorts. Her hand was groping his bicep, giggling as she copped a feel. Instead of pushing her away, he just stood there smirking obnoxiously, entertaining her sexual advancements by flexing his muscles.

You cleared your throat of the lump that festered within, “They’re … they’re just talking. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Angel flailed his arms in the air, clearly fed up with your bullshit. “Are you fucking kidding me? Stop lying to yourself!”

His raised voice expectedly caught the attention of nosy passersby. To be fair, it wasn’t like they had anything better to do - they might as well bring out the popcorn while they’re at it.

“Shh, quiet down!” You looked around for a spot to inconspicuously talk in private. Not that it mattered anyway, your boyfriend was busy getting his ego jerked off by Ms. Perky Tits over there. Your eyes stopped their wandering when you spotted the janitorial closet, quickly pulling Angel’s arm as you dragged him in there.

You leaned against the door as Angel towered over you, pain and weary written all over his face. He sighed deeply, scratching at the back of his head as he contemplated on what to say.

“You know I’d do anything for you. But I can’t keep playing this game, baby.” Angel reached for your shoulders, rubbing at them patiently as he frowned at you. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t miss me. Tell me you don’t want me … and I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

You bit your lip as you tilted your head, your eyes giving him that knowing look that told him you couldn’t do that. You loved him more than he knew, more than you could admit to yourself.

Sporting a triumphant, lopsided grin, he cupped your cheek reassuringly. “I knew it. I knew you couldn’t resist me. It’s my charm, isn’t it?”

You scoffed, laughing at his frustratingly cute face, “Puh-lease, in your dreams.”

He hummed at your remark before pulling you in for a chaste peck, “I know I’m in yours.”

“You’re so annoying that it hurts, Reyes.”

“Likewise, mami,” he drawled before he licked at your bottom lip. “Yet, you don’t seem to feel that way when my tongue’s sucking that pretty, little clit,” he whispered into your ear dangerously, his lips barely grazing the skin.

“Yeah,” he let out a dark chuckle, a sound laced in sensual mischief. “You certainly don’t find me annoying when I shove my fat ass cock down your throat either.”

You were dumbfounded, completely speechless. You quivered excitedly, stuttering as you tried to let out any sensical words.

“Nrgh. Ang-el, I-”

Before you could continue, his hand snaked around your throat in a light grip. Lifting your chin up with his thick fingers, his thumb parted your glossy, pouty lips as he slipped it in between them. The desire in his eyes set yours aflame with an even greater hunger as he waited for you to suck on it.

“Shh. Damn, baby. You talk too fucking much,” he growled lowly. He nipped at your exposed collarbone, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your chest. His other hand slid down to your ass, groaning as he groped a handful of your ample cheeks.

“That naughty mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble — but we both know that’s what you want.”

From Angel’s shit-eating smirk to his filthy language, your panties were ready to drop from how wet they were. No one could work you up like he did, and his smart-ass knew that.

Giddy from this rendezvous, you were on the edge of collapsing. The cause being deprivation of touch. It was a valid diagnosis in your book.

“Angel, please,” you whimpered in a voice so breathy, so needy.

“Would you like to know what I want, baby?”

You nodded feverishly at the question, but nothing prepared you for what he was about to say.

“I want you to walk out there with my cum dripping down your thighs. I want you to go back to that pendejo pretending that I didn’t just fuck the living shit out of your tight, soaking wet pussy. God, I want that so bad, mami.”

At this point, your hormones were on overdrive. You felt sweaty and sticky, and the need for clothes didn’t seem necessary. Frankly, you two were overdressed and you couldn’t understand why it was taking him so long to bend you over the mop-bucket-service-cart-thing as he shoved his cock inside you.

Some things are better left as mysteries. Other things are better left sprawled naked in your secret lover’s arms, but maybe that was just you.

His skin on yours felt electrifying and you didn’t know how much more teasing you could take. However, you couldn’t say that you didn’t deserve it.

And just like that, all of that sexual plasmic energy was gone as he stepped away from you.

“But I won’t wreck your shit in the janitor’s closet. I’m classier than that.”

Angel bit his lip, trying to hold back the laugh while looking at your frozen state; hands shaking, eyes wide and mouth agape. He shook his head, his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked through the door in his usual big-dick-swagger.

“But you aren’t classier than that! You aren’t!” You cried out in agony, but it was no use.

That cunning son of a bitch.

A/N: I DON’T APOLOGIZE ON BEHALF OF ALL THE LADY BLUE BALLS I’VE CAUSED.

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aka-willow · 4 years

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Nightfall

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Words: 1707

Characters: Willow Wren, Kate Gray

Prompt/Tag:

“We’re done.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Summary: Willow busts ex-Hydra scientist Victor Volkov

Timeline: September 2015

Song: Nightfall - Josep Alba

A/N: in terms of an investigation this is like the most slow burn thing ever but idc you think Hydra’s gonna let her find answers this easily? wrong!!! also she’s being reckless and stupid as fuck soooooo shit winds are a-comin’

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I didn’t mean to engage with any more ex-Facility scientists for the time being, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how many more were out there, especially when one pinged my news notifications I had set up for the names I was tracking.

Victor Volkov. In NYC for a conference. Staying at a Hilton. One of the fancy ones, with a view of Times Square.

I say I didn’t mean to engage, but I know I did, especially when I packed my face paint and mask in my backpack before school that morning, and slipped a knife into a pocket of my jeans. Just in case, I had told myself. Just in case.

I hung out after school with Kate that Friday, spending the afternoon at tryouts for the MSST musical production of Heathers. As much as I wanted to be on the stage, I knew I wouldn’t be able to do that. The costume situation alone would be a nightmare. So, I signed up as a stagehand and watched Kate try out. She wasn’t hoping for any particular role, she just wanted to be in the ensemble. While Kate waited for general auditions, I sat in the auditorium seating, reading up on Victor Volkov on my phone.

I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought. I should just… ignore this for now. I said I wouldn’t do anything else crazy for a while. But it was like an itch I needed to scratch, I could hardly think of anything else, knowing that he was in the city. While Kate sat on the stage, waiting for her turn, I silently pulled out my laptop and started sifting through all the documents I had related to Volkov. I placed them all into a folder and uploaded it to a file share online, ready to be leaked when I was ready to confront him. Kate finally got her turn and I listened to her sing, my leg bouncing as I sat, thinking about my next move.

“You did great!” I said to Kate as she jumped down off the stage at the end of the auditions. “You’ll definitely get in. I didn’t know you sang!”

“Mostly just when I’m home alone,” Kate laughed. “Wanna go get food or something on the way home?”

“Ah, I would,” I said. “But I gotta get home and finish an assignment due at midnight. Maybe tomorrow afternoon we can get lunch with the gang?”

“Works for me,” Kate said, shrugging. “I’ll text the chat!”

We parted ways and I checked the subway map for the fastest route to the Hilton that Volkov was staying at. How do I plan to do this? You have to be so, so careful. One wrong move and this whole Rat Revolution is finished. I pulled up a picture of the scientist, memorizing his face as I rode the subway and then tried to figure out the best way to get his room number without raising suspicion. What if he’s not in the room? What if he is? Crap, I really should have planned this out more. I could call room service and get something delivered to his room and left outside. That’s not such a bad idea. Except what if my call is traced? Would they trace it? No one would care, right? Because twenty minutes later a neo-Nazi gets arrested.

As I stood outside the hotel, I realized that the inside was packed with people. Most people were just arriving for the conference. Wait a minute.

I stepped inside and held my phone up to my ear as I walked closer to the front desk, finally taking the chair next to it. “Yeah, dad,” I said into my phone. “Text me when you’re on your way. I’m waiting to check-in. Okay.” The lady at the front desk hardly glanced at me as I gave her a smile and pretended to end the call. “He should be here soon,” I told her. “It’s on his card.” That’s how hotels work, right? I don’t remember.

I sat in the chair and watched conference attendees arriving, each signing in at the front desk, getting their room key and number, and heading to the elevators. The minutes ticked by and I grew antsy. What if he already got here—

The sliding doors opened and I recognized him immediately, right down to the mole on his left cheek. I sucked in a breath, my heart pounding as I stared down at my phone.

“Mr. Volkov,” he said, and I felt a flash of anger that he didn’t even need to change his identity, that he was just able to move on after the Facility.

“Okay,” said the woman at the front desk. “Room 845.”

Game time.

I got up, putting my phone to my ear as I stepped back outside onto the street, pretending to take another call, and as soon as I was out of sight of the lobby, I ducked into the alley next to the hotel. “Let’s go, Willow, let’s go,” I murmured. I put on the face paint, the mask over my lower face, and shrugged off my sweatshirt, letting my wings out if I needed a quick exit. I shivered in the alley, afraid that at any moment, someone else could stumble down it and catch me.

I hopped on a VPN app on my phone and leaked the files before uploading them to the tip line that a government agency had set up after the HYDRA/SHIELD split. It’ll only take them a few minutes to respond once they verify this information. We’re on the clock now. Based on the other raids I had studied; they didn’t waste time in nabbing the ex-HYDRA agents.

The last part was the hardest, getting to Volkov’s room right before the police did. Just long enough to see if he knew anything about Subject Zero or where Dr. Turner was now. Face covered, I flew up to the roof and took the access stairs down to his floor, running down the hallway until I got to Room 845. I felt almost sick again, being out in the open like this. Anyone could turn the corner and see me at any moment. I heard the TV on inside and knocked before stepping out of sight of the peephole. Inside, there were footsteps and the door opened a crack. “Hello?” a man called. Volkov.

I jumped into sight and shot a blast of air from my hands, pushing the door fully open and Volkov down as I stepped in after him and closed the door. He yelled and scrambled for his cell phone, but I shook my head and held my hands up.

“Don’t,” he warned. “They will look for me.” The television continued to blare in the background, some Russian news network.

“What happened to Subject Zero?” I asked, taking a step forward. “I know you worked at the Boston Facility. Where is she now?”

“I don’t know her,” he said, still on the floor where he had fallen. “God, did they send you? I am still faithful. Please.”

“What about Doctor Dawn Turner?” I asked. “What about her?”

“I don’t… I don’t know!”

“What was Monster?”

“Monster?” he repeated, and then he started laughing like the other man had. “Oh, you're one of them, aren't you? One of the wonders? Do you know anything?” Volkov took my silence as an answer and he got off the floor. His sudden courage made me nervous. “Better enjoy your freedom while you can. Cut off the head ... two more will grow back. You know?”

“What was Monster?”

“Sumerkey,” he whispered.

“Su Mer Key?” I repeated under my breath. Something felt wrong and my heart started pounding again, this time like it would explode out of my chest. I heard the chattering of comms approaching us—authorities closing in now—and my brain had just gone blank. I was frozen. Willow, Willow snap out of it. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

The comms were close now and the television seemed to get louder and louder, and just as Volkov opened his mouth again, I shook my head. “No, we’re done. Thanks for nothing.” I ran for the window and flung it open, throwing myself out of it as I dodged the oncoming raid. I soared up, back to the rooftops, feeling like I was suffocating in the cool air. I didn’t even really land, more just crashed down on the rooftop. Before I could forget, almost in a trance, I pulled a Sharpie from my backpack, one that I had always carried with me, even though I wasn’t sure why anymore. Halfway up my arm, in a space usually hidden by a sleeve at the Facility, I scrawled the phrase in black ink. Sumerkey. I knew this. I had done it before.

October, shh. It’s time to play Monster.

Sumerkey.

I stared at the word, almost forgetting where I was for a moment, remembering how I used to do this all the time at the Facility. I stole a Sharpie. Hid it under my mattress. After each reset, I would find the word eventually.

It had been such an integral habit, something I hardly thought of, that as soon as I left the Facility I stopped doing it. There was no need to. I forgot.

Until now.

Sumerkey. It was on my arm now; I wouldn’t forget it again. Why did I do this? Why did I stop? Repeating the word, staring at it made me think of the Facility, my friends. Why?

Sumerkey. Heckergal. I’m… fourteen years old. I’ve been here since I was six. These are my friends. I sleep with a stuffed…

“Elephant,” I said out loud, the words leaving my mouth before my brain processed them. “I sleep with a stuffed elephant.”

As I watched the authorities march Victor Volkov out of the hotel and into one of the waiting vehicles down below, I shook my head, realizing that Volkov had given me a lead. Sumerkey was how Monster started.

From now on, I’m wearing headphones when I do these operations. I’m not risking it. And from now on, Sumerkey stays on my arm again.

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years

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Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 10

Title: Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 10

Pairing: High School!Sam x High School!Reader AU

Word Count: 2950

Chapter Summary: Sam and Y/N are sexually frustrated and Jody wants to meet Dean.

Chapter Warnings: Rub and Grinds, Fluff, Crack, Brotherly Love, Dean’s Secret, Moms being moms, and that’s it.

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: Hello one and all! This is my entry for @supernatural-jackles‘ SPN Weekly Writing Challenge, Week 12! This weeks prompts were: 1) “We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” and 2) “Delete that immediately.” They will be in bold. I think this is kind of an interesting chapter. I hope you guys like it!! x

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” you huffed breathlessly from under Sam’s much larger figure, his hips grinding between your legs and lips kissing and nipping anywhere and everywhere.

“You’re probably right…” he replied, voice muffled against your heated skin.

“We should probably stop,” you added, your legs only wrapping themselves around his waist and pulling him closer. Sam groaned at the added pressure, any coherent thought disappearing from his thoughts.

“We probably should…. But I don’t think I can,” he groaned, grinding the bulge in his pants over your covered heat, eliciting a high pitched moan from you. “You sound too good to stop. Feel even better too,” he complimented, repeating the motion and receiving the same reaction. “I’m so hard…”

“God, I can feel you…” you panted, “…so big…”

Sam collided his lips with yours in a hungry kiss, all open-mouthed, teeth, and tongue. You had never needed someone as much as you needed him. You felt his large rough warm hand wander under your shirt, the roughness of them brushing against your smooth skin felt like fire. A needy flame spreading throughout your entire body. You gasped when his hands clutched at the flesh of your waist. It sent shocks to your core. His hands were huge. Just imagining his large hands feeling you up made your pussy throb and drool. You wanted him so bad.

“God, Y/N, please… if you think this is a bad idea, then tell me to stop right now. If you don’t, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist you later. I’ve been wanting this – needing this – ever since you suggested it a couple weeks ago.”

Sam’s confession made your heart soar. You felt the same way, but never had the nerve to say it out loud. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. Thoughts of what it might feel like, be like, danced around your head constantly. You had almost bombed your last math quiz because you were too distracted.

“I don’t want to stop,” you confessed, moaning louder.

“Shh. You need to keep quiet,” Sam grunted, trying his best to control his volume. “Don’t want to wake Jack.”

You and Sam were currently babysitting Jack while him mom, Kelly, went out on a date. Dean would have done it if he didn’t have to work late at the shop. You and Sam were hoping that this was going to be your chance to finally finish what you tried to start weeks ago, but then Kelly came over with a favor. She had been nothing but nice to the you and has always been there for the Winchesters when they first moved into the trailer park. She was practically their sister and Jack was like their nephews, so neither of you could say no.

Jack was finally asleep at nine thirty, and things got a little heated on the couch where Sam was currently driving you crazy and vice versa.

Sam’s mouth started moving south, while his hand raised up your shirt, exposing smooth soft flesh. You watched as he licked his lips, trailing his tongue down your torso. You gasped at the feeling, warm and cold against your flesh. Sam’s eyes flickered upwards, catching yours. You watched each other as Sam began to work on the button of your shorts when suddenly, the jingle of keys was heard on the other side of the door.

In a flash, you and Sam parted. You fixed your hair and clothes before reaching over and grabbing a magazine from the coffee table while Sam picked up your camera, pretending to be looking through all the photos you’ve taken of Jack.

The door swung open and in came Kelly wearing a wide smile, despite how exhausted she really looked. “Hey,” she greeted, “how did it go? Was Jack giving you any problems?”

“N-not at all. He was great,” Sam lied through his grin. Jack had been a monster! He wouldn’t listen, always wanting to play monster hunter. How Dean managed to babysit the kid was a mystery. Jack has so much energy, and Dean didn’t seem like the type who ran around pretending to kill invisible monsters and zombies.

“That’s great. Jack is infatuated with Dean, so when I told him Dean wasn’t going to be babysitting, he got really upset. I was worried he’d be a handful.”

“He just has a lot of energy and one heck of an imagination,” you admitted, giggling, Kelly following along.

“Tell me about it. He talks all the time about some game Dean made up or going on about a new toy he and Dean built together. It’s adorable, but it does get exhausting. I usually just let him tire himself out before putting him to bed.”

“Yeah, Dean is a closet geek,” Sam laughed. You pondered a little on what Sam said, and he was right. Dean was a closet geek… and closet rom-com girl… or boy.

“So what were you guys up to before I got home?” Kelly asked, a glint in her eyes as she looked at you to Sam, her eyes scanning the objects in your hands.

Oh god, she knows…

“Uh… just chatting…” Sam tried.

Kelly laughed. “It’s okay. I was a teenager once too.”

Both yours and Sam’s face heated up with matching crimson tints on your cheeks. “Uh, we promise nothing happened,” you assured, your eyes pleading her to believe you since you were telling the truth.

“Don’t worry, I believe you. Anyways, thank you guys so much for watching Jack. I really appreciated it. But I don’t think I’ll be going out on any more dates any time soon,” she breathed.

“That bad, huh?” Sam inquired.

“You have no idea,” she sighed, leaning her shoulder against the wall. “The man was so full of himself. I would have left sooner if he just allowed me a second to speak!”

“Wow…” was all you could say.

Now more than ever did you hope you and Sam stayed together for the rest of your lives. You wouldn’t want to have to go on dates with random guys, but then again, you’d rather be forever alone than go on dates and meet weird strangers. You’re more of the, get to know someone as friends first before dating a person. You felt that was the best way to really get to know someone for who they really were, rather than jumping the gun. Sam was the only exception. You weren’t exactly friends before everything started, but you knew enough about the kind of person he was. You’ve known since the two of you were little kids.

By the time you and Sam walked back to his place, Dean was already home. The lights were on and through the door, you could hear the faint sound of AC/DC playing in the background. Right as Sam grabbed the doorknob, it started to pour.

You squealed when the first few droplets hit your face and shoulders. Sam pushed the door open and the both of you stumbled in, startling Dean who was making a sandwich, lettuce flying in the air.

“Son of a bitch!” He shouted. “What the hell? Couldn’t walk in like normal people?”

“Sorry, Dean,” you giggled, “it started to rain.”

The older Winchester rolled his eyes, picking up the stray lettuce on the counter before placing it on his sandwich. You walked over to him, Sam at your side, as he took a bite. You took a seat on one of the stools smiling up at him. Your eyes met for less than a second, that being more than enough of communication before he offered you his food. While he was still holding it, you took a bite, moaning in bliss. There was no denying that Dean was an amazing cook, even if it was just stacking things between bread.

“Can I have a bite?” Sam asked.

“Dude, make your own,” Dean grumbled. Sam gave him a bitch face. “Seriously? You let Y/N eat your food but won’t let me have one bite or even just one fry?”

“Yeah,” Dean answered like it was simple to understand. “She’s cute and you’re… that!” Dean motioned his free hand to trace Sam’s figure.

“Dude. I’m your brother!” Sam retorted.

“Exactly. You’re my brother! So you can make your own sandwich.”

“Jerk,” Sam hissed.

“Bitch,” Dean replied before taking another large bite.

You were enjoying the brother’s usual banter when your phone started going off. It was your mom. You excused yourself from the two men, before walking into Sam’s room for some privacy.

“Hey mom,” you chirped.

“Hey sweetie, just checking in on you. It’s raining pretty hard, and as much as I trust Sam and his brother, it would put a mother’s mind at ease if you were home safe.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, I’ll have Dean drop me off.”

“Oh, perfect. Tell him to come in for some coffee, I’d actually like to meet this brother of Sam’s.”

“Mom!” You drawled.

“Hey. As your mother, I think I have every right to know who’s taking care of my daughter.”

You let out a deep sigh. “Alright, alright.”

After you hung up with your mom, you returned to where the boys were, but quickly stopped in your tracks. Dean had Sam pinned to the ground, Sam’s face and shirt soiled with what seemed like… condiments.

“Dean get off!” Sam struggled.

“You’re losing your touch little brother,” Dean chuckled.

“Do I even want to know?” You asked aloud, catching their attention.

Dean and Sam got off the floor, Sam taking the opportunity to shove Dean a few steps back. “I was just trying to teach Sam how to make a decent sandwich. As you can tell, he failed… really really badly.” Dean had a smug look on his face while Sam glared at him. Obviously Dean was doing more than teaching Sam how to make a sandwich. Brothers will be brothers.

You shook your head before walking over to Sam and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Well, my mom wants me home. So I will see you tomorrow morning. Now go and take a shower. You smell like mustard and ketchup up, mixed with motor oil. Gross.”

Sam smiled, leaning in to kiss you again. “I wouldn’t smell so bad if my brother wasn’t such a bag of dicks.” A piece of sliced turkey slapped Sam in the face and you yelped in surprise.

“Dean!” You and Sam chide in unison.

“Oh, you deserved it,” he retorted. “I admit I can be a dick at times, but certainly not a bag of dicks.”

Holding in your laughter, you kissed Sam on last time before going over to Dean. “Can you drop me home? Also, my mom wants to meet you.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised, fear plastered all over his face. “What? Why?”

“Good luck Dean,” Sam smirked before leaving.

“Don’t listen to him,” you giggled. “She just wants to meet my friends, especially since I’m around you so much. My mom just wants to get to know who has been taking care of me. That’s all.” Dean stared at you warily.

“Don’t worry. My mom is really nice,” you assured.

“Mmm… fine.”

“Great. Now let’s go.”

Dean was driving you home when you got a text from Sam. You pulled out your phone and read the short text.

From: Boyfriend Miss you

To: Boyfriend Miss you too

You turned off your phone, placing it on your lap when one of your favorite songs came on the radio. “Oh my gosh!” You screamed. Dean almost jumped out of his seat, the car swerving a little.

“Dammit, Y/N! Do you have a death wish?!” Dean snapped, steering off of the road and pulling over to the side.

“Sorry—” you apologized. You could tell that Dean was pissed. He’d never looked at you that way before.

Dean glared at you but when you gave him those sad puppy eyes, he let out a heavy sigh. As wrong as it was for him to think it, you were just too cute for him to stay mad at you.

“Y/N we could have gotten in an accident. You could have gotten hurt…” he explained. You immediately felt guilty.

“Sorry. I just… I really liked this song and I guess I wasn’t thinking and just sort of reacted to it.”

Silence fell between you two before Dean broke into soft chuckles. You pouted as you looked at him with confusion. First he was mad, now he’s laughing?

“What’s so funny?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry. You’re just… weird.” Dean lied. He was laughing because you were adorable. But he would never and could never, EVER, let anyone know about that. You were off limits. You were his brother’s girlfriend! You were four years younger! You were still in high school! You were… YOU!

Dean believed that even if you and Sam weren’t dating, he would never be good enough for a girl like you. Not in a million years.

“Gee, thanks,” you rolled your eyes.

It didn’t take long to get to your house, and Dean was obviously nervous. You were already under the protection of your patio from the rain while Dean was still in the car. You were waving for him to come out, but he never did.

Grunting loudly, you made a dash to the driver’s side of the car, knocking on the window. “Dean, c’mon!” You shouted. He could barely hear you over the pelting water drops. “Dean, I’m getting soaked!”

Eventually, Dean got out, ruffling his hair free of rain water when he was tucked under the shade of your patio. Dean was nervous. His eyes zeroed onto where your hand was gripping the door, and when the wooden barrier silently opened, his stomach dropped. It was now or never. He was going to meet your mom!

“Mom, I’m home!” You shouted.

There were pots clanging in the distance and you smiled, knowing exactly where it was coming from. The Kitchen. As you stepped in, your mom was putting cookies onto a pan with a baking sheet over it.

“Y/N! Didn’t think you were going to be home this quick! I didn’t even get to put the cookies in the oven. Suddenly, Dean came walking in, standing beside you.

“Did I hear something about cookies?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. All it took, was the mention of food, and the man wasn’t shy anymore. “You did! I was about to put these bad boys into the oven,” your mom replied with undeniable joy. She loved to cook and bake, and she loved it more when people enjoyed it. And boy… was she going to love the ever garbage disposal named Dean Winchester.

Dean and your mom had been chatting for hours, and Dean had nearly finished the first batch of cookies, the second batch nearly done in the oven. You had taken a shower and when you came back down, it was as if the two had been best friends all their lives! You were about to say something about how they could still possibly we talking with each other when you noticed something new to the table. Oh god… baby pictures!

“Mom!” You shrieked.

Your mom ignored you while Dean flashed you a smirk and a wink. “Your mom is awesome!”

You snatched the baby pictures away, scolding your mom for bringing up such humiliating things. There were pictures of you naked as a kid, playing dress up, pictures of you when you lost your first tooth, and pictures where you’ve eaten shit and was bloody from the head down.

“Yeah, Y/N has always been a clumsy girl,” your mom sighed, referring to a picture she and Dean had last seen before you took the photo album.

“Don’t worry Jody, she’s safe with Sammy, and me,” Dean assured.

“Jody? Did you seriously just call my mom Jody?” You gaped. They were on a first name basis now? How… embarrassing yet slightly amusing. “Anyways, don’t you think it’s getting a bit late? It’s nearly midnight.”

“Oh shoots. I guess we lost track of time,” your mom laughed.

“I’ll say,” you muttered under your breath.

“How about I pack up the rest of these cookies so you can bring them home to Sam, or eat in on the way home, and I’ll have Y/N pack the rest of the cookies and bring it over to your place tomorrow?”

“That would be awesome! Your cookies are probably the best I ever had.” Dean wasn’t wrong. Your mom’s homemade chocolate chip cookies were amazing. Your friends always wanted to come over it your mom decided to make some. Two dozen wouldn’t even last an hour with your small group of friends.

You walked Dean out to the door, bidding him goodnight, but before he left, he fished out his phone, digging through it. “What are you doing?” you asked.

“Check it out. This is my new contact photo for you.”

Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. “Delete that immediately!” It was a photo of you dressed up as a mummy. You were four, and you thought it would be a smart idea to use toilet paper to wrap yourself up. But the toilet paper kept falling and tearing, so your smart ass used peanut butter to hold it all together. It was a disaster.

“What? No way! Wait till Sammy gets a load of this,” he sniggered.

“Dean Winchester, I swear to God, if you―”

“Goodnight Y/N,” Dean sang, closing the door on your face.

“Mom!” You shouted in frustration.

Dean laughed heading to his car.

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i-see-you-now-you-see-me · 5 years

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Hiya again!! Can I please request a Mafia!Yandere OT7 BTS x female reader reaction where they kidnapped her but somehow made her lose her memory, so when she woke up, they immediately acted all worried saying something happened to her and that they’re her “boyfriend” who saved her? She of course believes them and trusts them and asks them to jog her memory? Plus BTS asking for cuddles and kisses?

Thank you for requesting! This is the second request what i’ve done, thank you, i hope you enjoy!

P.S - Sorry for the late reply, here we go.

Fan fiction/ imagine, requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Description: as requested in the box ^^

Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of abuse and mafia on top of that, do not read if you are uncomfortable with the content, also, remember this is just imagination, that’s why it is called a fan fiction... (read more under the cut)

(I really like this gif* )

Kim Namjoon

You felt like you’vebeen drinking for hours, the horrible headache that came together with yournew-found memory loss, was a disaster.

You didn’t evenrecognize yourself when looking in the mirror, when in hospital.

Namjoon was by yourside straight away, kissing the pain away, making you trust him again. You hadno idea, that the punishment you had received will make you loose yourmemories.

It was rare thatNamjoon lost control, but with you being a brat, and your foul mouth, came alot trouble, and his need to fix you to his perfect doll.

As a member of BangtanMafia, Namjoon had to show you, who owns you and everything around you. So onthe very same day, he took out his gun, aimed at you and boom.

When you fell, youbanged your head, and here you were.

-It’s ok baby, I amhere, - he reassured you, kissing your forehead slightly.

-Who are you? – youasked looking at him.

-I am your boyfriend,baby, I am the one who saved you, - “before you become a complete brat”, addingthat in his mind.

-M…my boyfriend? – youlooked at him, he had nice face, the one, that would make you fall in love overand over again. When he smiled he flashed his dimples, - tell me what happened?Who am i?

He just smiled andnodded, while having you in his arms again. This time he won’t let you go ever,and he will make sure, you won’t ever become the same person you were before…

Kim Seokjin

-Miss, your boyfriendis here, - a nurse pointed to the door, - shall he come in?

You weren’t sure. Wheneveryou tried to remember it seemed like your brain had blocked the past, and nowthe only thing you could do- was ask a person, who knows you the most. Younodded.

First thing younoticed was the massive bouquet of roses and a teddy bear.

It flashed somethingin your mind, but you shrugged it off.

Jin watched youcarefully, as you approached. The doctor had explained that you do not rememberwho you are, nor what happened.

You had lost a greatamount of weight, thanks to Jin, who locked you in the basement, after the lasttime you barged in, when the member of his mafia where having a meeting. Whenthey saw that Jin had a girl, they understood, he had a weakness.

So, to protect you-and make sure you would never forget, Jin locked you up, your eyes begging forforgiveness, which never came. You were down there… slowly slipping out of yourown mind, not seeing anyone for that long, your mind and body just crashed.

-How are you feeling,my babygirl, - he whispered, leaning closer to you and kissing your cheekexperimentally. – can I have a hug from my girl…?

His lips made a pout.

You gave in. Somehowyou had felt safe when you saw him, as if he would make all your worries goaway.

-Let’s go home, yeah?– Jin pushed, and you nodded. – good girl.

Min Yoongi

-Yoongi? – you askedseeing your boyfriend approach you.

-Hey baby, youremember me? – you nodded and got a hug and a kiss on the lips in return. Hewas sure you would be like a new born baby with no memories, but now, he has tofind out just exactly how much you remember.

Your memories werelost.

You remembered how youmet Yoongi for the first time, and how nice everything was, and what after?Yoongi and mafia? It was completely gone from your memories.

-Yoongi, whathappened? – you asked looking up at him. – what is this place?

You were currently athis mansion, the best doctors looking after you.

-This is our house, -and only then you noticed the ring on your finger, and you gasped.

-We… we are married? –he nodded pulling out his phone to show you your wedding photo.

Your wedding to amafia underdog was one of the most “gossiped” weddings there was. Every girlwanted to be you, and every guy wanted to be there when it went down. You werejust finished with the wows and going to the party, cutting the cake when therivals of Yoongi’s mafia burst through the door, blasting their way to get toyour newly-wed husband, hurting you on the way.

Here you were.

-When did we getmarried? – you asked, and he showed you the date stamp. Two days ago. So whyweren’t you able to remember. – what happened?

Yoongi just hugged youand smiled.

-All in good timebaby, relax, you are always going to be safe with me, - he pulled you intoanother hug, blaming himself for what happened.

Jung Hoseok

He was the devilhimself.

-I hate you! – you hadscreamed at him, when he threw you over his shoulder.

-No now, - he hadsmiled wickedly, - your father and I had a deal… I am just filling my end ofthe bargain.

No matter what wouldhappen, you would make sure to hate Jung Hoseok with all you got, for what hedid to you, or your family.

You opened your eyes,and a bright brown ones were staring back at you. You jumped.

-Shh, baby, it’s ok, Iam here, - you had no idea who he was.

-I.. I don’t know you,- you said, leaning back to the bed post, trying to be as far from Hoseok aspossible.

He smiled even more.

-I know you willremember, eventually, so the doctors have told me, - he said, - I hurt you.

Your eyes widened; thefear clearly visible.

-I hurt you and now Imust pay, but babe, I won’t hurt you, unless you be good to me, it’s not like Iwill ever let you go, - the tears were forming in your eyes, - so, let’s startwith a hug, shall we?

You closed your eyesand pretended he wasn’t here.

-Baby, - he warnedyou, - don’t make me punish you this early…

You leaned in to hughim, your head resting on his shoulders, tears streaming down your face.Somehow you had a feeling, that last time you disobeyed him, was the one thathad left you in this condition, and you were sure, you won’t disobey him again.

Park Jimin

He never showed any kindnesstowards you. The day your first encounter happened, was the day you had toleave everything behind. Once he had set eyes on you, you had no choice, but totry to escape him. You had heard a great share of rumors surrounding ParkJimin, who he was and what he did for living, you never wanted to be with thisperson. Ever.

So, you ran.

When Jimin ordered hisman to follow you, and accident happened, the car you drove were thrust up inthe air, leaving you on the surgery bed in the hospital later on.

Jimin’s henchman were killedafter this stunt that they had pulled on you and new people were now guardingyou.

Jimin was caressing yourhand, whispering sweet nothings in the air. How he was your boyfriend, who willtake good care of you, who loves you, and would never hurt you.

-Hey, - he smiled whenyou opened your eyes.

-Hello, stranger, -you said back. His face seemed familiar, but you couldn’t put a finger on it,have you met him before? Who was he?

-I am Jimin, youremember me? – he asked.

-No… - you took a pause,- are you my boyfriend?

So you must’ve heardhim, while sleeping. This was going to be even easier than he thought.

-Yes, I am yourboyfriend, - he smiled leaning in for a kiss. Touching your lips had never beenso sweet, and he was enjoying every second of it.

You smiled back.

-Will you tell me howwe met? – you asked, Jimin nodded.

Oh yes. He will tellyou. A sweet white lie never hurt anyone… right?

Kim Taehyung

You had been like thisfor five months already. Your memories hadn’t returned, and you were going tosee every professional there was, to try to jog your memory.

-But I don’tunderstand, - you said, frustrated, - I am trying, but nothing comes to me.

You tried it all. Wentto see a psychologist, and a therapist, and on top of that hypnosis didn’t workeither. Little did you know, it was because, Taehyung didn’t want it to work. Hepayed great amount of money, to help you not remember.

You trusted Taehyungwith all your life, so you didn’t look into it. You were his lovely girlfriend,who escaped a “murderer”, not knowing that it was your boyfriend all along.

You had seen what youwere no supposed to see, and payed a price. But for Taehyung it worked evenbetter. This was a miracle.

-Hello, baby, - hegreeted you when walking towards you.

-I made dinner, - yousaid.

-How was the doctor? –Taehyung asked a bit worried.

-Still the same, babe,- you responded, - still no progress.

-It’s ok, you will beok, - he pulled you into a hug, his hands traveling to cup your butt.

-Taehyung! – you squealed.

-Can’t I want my girl?I have been wanting you ever since I left, - he smirked and you gave in, he wasthe one who saved you, how can you not?

One step more into thedarkness.

Jeon Jungkook

You looked closely toyour ring. All the trying to remember was killing you. It was a challenge, thatyou weren’t sure you ever will be able to fulfil.

A soft knock on thedoor interrupted your thoughts.

-Hello, - a soft voicesaid, after a moment a guy walked closer to you. He waved his hand, showingoff, how he had the same ring as you.

You were married.

How did you get hislucky? You thought to yourself.

If only you wouldremember, that there was a gun pressed to your parent’s heads when you were gettingmarried, and how your sisters were tied to a bomb, if you try to say a word “no”.How your tears fell down, when you had to kiss him. Your enemy. The person who’sguts you hated.

His smile warmed yourheart.

-Are you alright? – heasked you, squeezing your hand.

-I am ok, how.. how doI know you? – you asked.

-I am your husband.

You were in shock. He wasdrop dead gorgeous, you were definitely eager to know, how on Earth this waspossible, but Jungkook would make sure, you would be his princess, not knowing nothing…

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Unexpected Things II

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / slight Jin x Reader

Theme(s): roommate au, tattoo artist jungkook au, designer! oc

Genre: smut(?)

Word Count: 8,660

Description: Jungkook and you shared a lot things in common, an apartment, your likes and dislikes in movies and the enjoyment of sex. But not with each other. Making bets of who could get more hookups in a week or month.

One of the both realizes their feelings one day, and it might be late or just in time.

Part 1 / Part 2

CHAPTER 2

Getting that usual numbness after a wild night, you woke up and sighed. Lifting up your arms and letting them drop at either side of your bed, you became aware of something beside you. It felt hard, not like forgotten clothes after cleaning them.

You started to panic and decided to open your eyes. No fucking way. There was Jin. Naked and STILL in your bed. What the actual fuck? Did you get so tired that you fell asleep on the last round?

Wanting to get him out of your apartment, you began to fake a cough and waiting for him to finally wake up.

He stirred in his dreams, and opened one eye to check what was happening. As he opened both of his eyes, he began to smile. He dared to smiled at you! With his damn beautiful bone structure and full lips! Who does he think he is?

“Hey there,” he dared to speak first as well, damn boys and morning voices. “Had a great time yesterday, even though you slept on me by the end of it” Chuckling to himself and looking adorable.

Getting out of your trance, you responded. “Good morning to you too, just a little question… Did you really slept here?”

“Yeah.” Smiling brightly in your direction as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Want me to make you breakfast? My eggs benedict are really good.”

You wanted to drop everything by then, he seriously didn’t seem unfazed by your question or the attitude. Trying not to be rude to him, you just nodded yes and he started getting up. With such a good back view of his shoulders and legs, you sighed and thought what the hell, might as well enjoy this.

As he was putting his pants to go through the door, you just wished Jungkook was still asleep or already out and about. Sleep was calling you again, so you allowed yourself to sleep a little bit more.

While Jin was trying to figure out how he would come up with the eggs benedict recipe without some of the ingredients. Jungkook opened his bedroom door for Karen? Katherine? to go out already. Surprisingly this girl wasn’t loud and actually chill about everything.

“Well… I had fun Ka-...” Jungkook was waiting for her to interrupt him to say her name. It didn’t happen whatsoever.

“No need to learn my name,” she said chuckling at his relieved face, “by the way, i had a great time.” Winking at him, she proceeded to go directly to the door without looking back. Such a good trooper that even he was impressed. Just saying bye with her hand, she opened the door and shut it herself.

Woah. Now he was waiting for you to come out of the kitchen to see your reaction to the scene that just unfolded. He waited a little bit but the constant movement in the kitchen made him move to the room, wanting to share the experience.

He came face to face to the guy that accompanied you yesterday. Of course he remembers, he and whatever that girl was named heard the both of you having multiple rounds. Envious of the stamina of this guy, he just wanted to… Wait a minute, what is he doing here?

“Hi there, sorry for making so much noise” Jungkook wondered if he meant last night or right now.

“No problem man,” feeling strange interacting with a guy you just fucked, it was a first for sure, “I’m Jungkook by the way”

Jin straightened up from the bottom of your food shelf and left the ingredients in the counter, proceeding to introduce himself. “Yeah, couldn’t introduce myself last night,” he said laughing while Jungkook felt a little annoyance but he seemed like a genuine guy, “I’m Jin, saw you talking with Hobie at the party.”

Right when Jungkook was about to respond, you came out of your room making your way to the kitchen. As if this scene was so natural, you sat down at the counter while they kept silent watching you.

“Feeling okay?” Jungkook asked

“I’m just too hungry and tired,” looking directly at Jin, he just shaked his head and grabbed everything he left on top of the counter to begin cooking. “what were you guys talking about?”

“Jin here was telling me he saw me talking to Hobie last night,” making a pause, Jungkook made his way to the coffee maker, “so where did you met him?” Now he was talking directly at Jin.

“Well I was his senior at uni, but I had to drop it for a work offer.” Kook and you looked at each other with impressed looks. Jin kept making breakfast with the same calm aura that draw you in. “So what do you do nowadays?” you asked, admiring his back.

Getting the plates and putting the food in it, Jin winked at you knowing full well how tired you were. “I’m a game developer.” As he began telling you the whole story of how he got to where he is now, Jungkook made his exit to his room, too tired to hear what he had to say.

While eating breakfast, you couldn’t stop thinking how someone slept in your bed and being fed by them. Crazy as it seems, you do want a relationship but don’t want so much drama around it. Okay, maybe you had like two formal boyfriends and it ended up badly and your character became wary of commitment, but the dating department it has always been bleek. So you just went for it with the guys you knew wanted the same. It was scary how Jin made you think this way with only the conversations you both had last night and right about now.

Finishing up the eggs, he started asking. “So where do you work?” It seems he wanted to know more about your background. “From what I can recall, you said you were an intern in a fashion brand”

“Quite an observant one you are” chuckling, you continued, “And answering to your question, yes I am, I kill myself every week to make the cut”

“So you don’t have time to go out or at least relax yourself a little?”

“Kind of, but thankfully all my friends keep bothering me to go out and unwind a little,” you said smiling to yourself, suddenly Jin’s phone went off. He answered it, giving you an apologetic look, he really wanted to hear what you got to say.

After the call, he said “Want to go out sometime?” this surprised you a lot, and it seemed your face showed it because Jin rushed to explain, “I mean, it doesn’t have to happen if you don’t want to, but I’m really intrigued and I wanna know you.”

“Of course I want to,” you paused, “I’m just a little rusty on the dating department though, but if you don’t mind it then let’s do it” musting your most bright smile at him.

He chuckled a little, “For someone with so much confidence to say that, it surprises me” he took a last sip of his coffee, “then it’s settled, I just need your number”

“No please or something else?” chuckling you went ahead and grabbed his phone to put your number in it. Maybe this couldn’t be so bad right? A guy that seems confident enough to be like this, should be a good decision.

Finishing breakfast, you both made your way to the door to bid goodbye. “I will call you later in the week,” pausing he stared at you with meaning in his eyes, “if our schedules match, we should go out for some coffee”

“Sure, I would love to” trying to keep your calm, “bye Jin” smiling up at him, he returned it and went his way.

“Byeeeee Jinnn,” an exaggerated fake pitch voice came through the living room. “God, I’ve never seen Ms. I never let my men sleep get so soft with them.” Making your way to him, you flicked his forehead, earning a groan out of him but proceeded to follow you to the fridge.

“For your information Jin stayed at his own will.” finally speaking about the matter out loud.

“That’s obvious, you wouldn’t let anyone stay over but… you didn’t get mad?”

“Got confused and irritated at first, but Jin seems different, he gets my references and jokes.” Wanting to change the subject, you looked for your purse and house keys. “Wanna go to the supermarket? We are low on food”

While at the market, you guys began to look for anything pre-made. Your designated stalker of the day was there making sure to keep an eye on Jungkook. Almost every time you two went out (which wasn’t too often because of lack of time), there always was a girl following you both.

At first it was annoying and terrifying, not actually believing the power of Jungkook’s dick. The girls were wishful to have something more with him, you understood the little hope the girls he hooked up with but the ones that only had a tattoo done by him were creepy to you.

Right when you guys were taking a turn on the cookies isle and you got a glimpse of a girl. Wanting her to go away, you grabbed Jungkook’s arm and pretended to be those clingy girlfriends for a while.

“What are you thinking on doing?” he asked, “don’t wanna broke her heart” pouting in a mocking way, he put his arm on your shoulders.

“I’m just trying to help,” feeling uncomfortable at the look you were receiving from the cashier lady that always compliments you guys on being such a cute couple, “plus, we are making the cashier’s dreams come true,” laughing to yourself and adding, “she is always asking why we don’t hold hands or something.”

“Shh, the girl is already leaving I think.”

As on cue, the girl was looking back when she was exiting through the supermarket doors. The three of you made eye contact and she instantly looked like a tomato but opted to run away. Jungkook was chuckling by now, but you hit him, poor girl just wanting to look at her crush.

“Don’t be mean, you asshole”

“I didn’t even made a move when she went to the tattoo parlor!” he lifted his arms in defeat, “When I was tattooing her, she didn’t even make a sound, even when I asked her if it hurt or not”

“I guess she is shy” you said while grabbing pasta, “you can’t judge her.”

“She wanted a tramp stamp”

“Oh…”

Continuing you adventures, Jungkook took out his phone to take a photo. Always taking it out when you “didn’t notice” but of course you could tell by his weird poses, trying not to get caught. He loved taking random shots of everyday life, you guessed.

“Do you want me to strike a pose?” asking playfully, you positioned yourself besides the snacks.

He just looked at you dead in the eye, but continued the “photoshoot” anyway. After the nth take, the both of you made your way to the cashier to pay, some people were throwing looks to you guys, not caring if they didn’t like two adults having fun… you honestly didn’t care.

Later at the apartment, you were sorting everything out in their respective cabinets. As you placed every can and grocery on its place, you realized you had unwittingly bought the ingredients needed to make eggs benedict. Furrowing your brows, you tried to figure out why a smirk appeared while thinking about this morning’s event. Behind you, Jungkook was resting on the couch —as if he was exhausted from that market trip, roaring something you didn’t understand; you were so immersed on your thoughts to pay any attention.

Suddenly his voice was louder and clearer; he was now sitting on the table behind you. “Why are you ignoring me?” he asked rising his voice.

You opted for not sparing him a look; neither you knew why you were ignoring him. “I’m doing something called thinking, you should try it sometime.” You heard him huff at you. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was wondering when will you ever help me arrange the groceries,” you joked, he never helped you after getting groceries; he always claimed you were a better arranger that’s why he opted to place everything inside the same shelf.

He said nothing for a moment, he always did that whenever he had nothing to say; for him silence was always a valid answer. “You know what I was wondering?” he finally uttered. “Who are we going to share some fluids with tonight?”

Slowly turning around you flashed him a disgusted look, it didn’t matter how you had been living with him, you were still amazed by his bluntness. “You have to say it like that? Ugh, disgusting,” you followed his chat but not in the direction he wanted.

He laughed at you but still continued the topic, “Seriously, Y/N. What will be tonight’s criteria?

“I don’t know, for some reason I’m not feeling well. It must had caught a cold at the supermarket or something.”

“A cold? My balls,” he walked closer to you, resting against the counter besides you. “Every existing illness can be fixed with a good fuck, I can guarantee that.” Since you refused to make a comment, he kept on going his speech. “How about hitting only on somebody with an ex trauma or something. Sounds fun, huh?”

You were still getting things on their respective place, so you covered your distant demeanor by pretending to read the can’s info. “I really don’t know, maybe tonight its not the night.”

He playfully poked your side, wanting an answer. He knew how bad your temper could get and was conscious you would explode any second, but even so, he tried his luck “You know that you can suggest a criteria as well, right?; If you think mine are a little hard for you.”

You reached your limit. For some reason your mind was a mess, you couldn’t put in order and Jungkook messing around unleashed a volcano inside you. Slamming the can on the counter, you spat at him. “Goddammit Jungkook, fucking stop.”

Stepping away from you with a concerned, look he asked. “Why are you so bitchy? I was just asking a damn question.”

“I’m not being bitchy, I already said I don’t know. I don’t have to answer all of your fucking questions.” Running your hands through your hair your turned around and went back to store the groceries.

Jungkook received a text at that moment. He seemed annoyed at whoever sent it, not knowing if it was because of you or the sender.

“Who is that from?” you dared to ask. You knew you cause his now annoyed state, but you couldn’t help get mad at him at his insistence.

“Fucking Jennie just saying they are coming over to get ready,” already fuming from your behavior just seconds ago, he continued “so you guys are going to take like 5 hours to get ready or something right?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, but yeah we got to look great for the big day.”

“Alright… I guess I’m going to finish that drama I started yesterday”

Dejected, he went to his room, you knew he wasn’t actually annoyed or mad, but you really didn’t want to hook up with someone tonight. You wanted to fake a reason as to why but you already knew at the back of your mind. Also, your girls really took so much time getting ready and updating each other of your lives that it made it hard to comprehend how putting make up and dress yourself took so long, and guessing by his behavior just now, you assumed it added up to his annoyance.

This day was special because an important producer was going to watch Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon perform at a usual underground place your group went almost any free weekend. They were known around the underground hip hop scene, getting a lot of people go to their shows but now that the producer was attending, it was a big deal.

Hearing the doorbell made you force yourself out of your train of thought. Getting up while putting the last can in their place, you heard Jungkook say he would answer the door. Immediately regretting his decision as the girls entered screaming for you, and saying their hellos to him.

Exhaling at the sight, he said “As I said before, Imma finish my drama.” going directly to his room, the girls looked stunned at his attitude, not paying attention to them, he stayed at his door frame to add something more. “When you guys are ready, tell me because I need to pick up Taetae, so we can go to the bar on time.”

Making a turn to enter his room, he closed the door quite rudely, startling each one of you. Signalling them to follow you silently, they did as requested and began rushing to your room.

When the girls entered, they started laughing at Jungkook, joining them you took a seat at your desk. “Okay, okay, we should stop. He will notice eventually.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Danielle said as she laid down on your bed, Jennie and Stella followed her as well.

“He is mad at me, but that’s not important right now. We aren’t going to a fucking funeral, so you better choose stunning outfits alright?” you started, “we need a good attitude to support the guys and get you little asses ready.”

“At once, leader.” Daniella made a soldier-like salute and all of you started to look for outfits. Getting ready with them reminded you of your times sharing a house together. Yes, it actually happened and it was such a mess that it made you fight with each other for meaningless things, so you all decided to move out separately because having four strong personalities was not a good combination.

The girls took out their outfits for the night, as you went directly to your closet. But something was going on in the air around you. Looking back at Stella, she looked nervous and excited at the same time. You guessed that being Yoongi’s biggest opportunity to make it, was making her worry for her non-official man.

“Y/N” Jennie began to whine, you knew exactly what she wanted but you didn’t want to give up, “Just put something slutty for once! You are not going to a fashion show.”

“Look, if I want to get laid I’m going to do it with style and still look sexy,” she would always complain that you complicated yourself with intricate dresses or whatever you chose to wear, “plus I think for tonight I wanna concentrate on the guy’s big night and not look for someone.” as you said it with such a calm demeanour, the room became eerily silent.

“What did you just said?” Stella look stunned at your statement. “You aren’t sick right? Did last night guy’s dick did something to your head? Was he that rough that your brain cells aren’t functioning right now?”

Cracking up by yourself at her questions, you began for the search for your dress for the night. Apparently no one else thought that the questions were funny, so you needed to explain, “It might be something to do with Jin,” everyone was speechless as words came out of your mouth, “he seems like a decent guy and I seriously don’t wanna play games tonight.”

“Oh lord, his moves must be awesome to stop Y/N wanting to play along with Jungkook,” Jennie added, “he is going to be devastated knowing that his partner is going soft.”

“He was already lamenting this event, that’s why he is mad right now but he doesn’t know the real reason right now. They even met while Jin was making breakfast...” Danielle interrupted, “DID HE MADE YOU BREAKFAST?!”

“Yes,” not wanting to give further details, you added “lace or simple?” you were referring to your dress for the night and at the back of your mind you wished Hoseok invited him. Wanting to impress him further. It didn’t hurt nobody right?

“Okay she doesn’t wants to talk about this… and lace, of course.” Jennie turned around to observe Stella’s still anxious frame, “Let’s focus on the girl that is head over heels over a guy she still hasn’t even gone to first base.”

“Ew. Stop talking like we are in middle school.” It seemed like these kind of talks took her out of her nervous trance. “Firstly, he doesn’t even look my way…”

“SHUT UP” you went to said in a rather passionate way to say the least, “Yoongi kisses the ground you walk into, so we are not going to start a pity party right now.” hating how sometimes the girls talked about themselves or the relationships they had, made you sad. They were amazing human beings, “Let’s get serious with these outfits.”

It seemed as your words made magic, because each one of the girls started to get their makeup ready and choosing what they were going to wear. At the same time, Jungkook was coming out of his room after finishing up an episode, already ready to go out. With a tight black shirt and dark jeans, he looked great for the night. While waiting for you and the girls, he received a message from Namjoon.

namjoon: hey man, yoongs is jumpy af rn jungkook: whatta mean? for the perf or his girl namjoon: “his girl” he wishes lol namjoon: shit he saw namjoon: rip me

Trying to answer the ongoing messages from Namjoon’s chat, he received a call from Yoongi himself.

“Hey, y’all are really coming right?” Jungkook knew he wasn’t interested in the slightest about your group coming but his real reason to call him so suddenly. “Just wanted to check on you guys.”

“She is at my apartment,” he tried to cover up the chuckle that was threatening to be heard, “she and the girls are getting ready at Y/N room as we speak.”

“You better not spy on her” What possessed Yoongi to talk like this? His mushy side showed up whenever Stella was involved.

As Jungkook was formulating a comeback, the four of you went out of your room, ready to leave. “Man, you are going to be losing breath tonight.”

At the underground bar

Yoongi thought that Jungkook was kidding when he ended the call abruptly, but he wasn’t. His eyes were trained only on Stella. He noticed the effort everyone made and was beyond grateful having such supportive friends. But damn, he got to hurry if he wanted something with her.

As they were approaching him, he ushered them to enter the VIP room the bar provided. Everyone was making noises when he went directly to Stella but he didn’t mind them in the slightest.

“You look stunning tonight,” he whispered in her ear, “any reason why?”

“Today is a certain someone’s big night,” as she got closer, his heart beat increased, “I mean Hobie sure will appreciate my effort.”

“Wait what?” his dumbfounded look almost made her laugh. Of course this change in attire was for him, she just wanted to see what he would do.

“I’m going to talk to him, if you excuse me.” she began to run a little while Yoongi stayed speechless.

“Come back here you evil woman!” trailing behind her, he forgot there were more people around. This was a usual scene for everyone here, so they didn’t pay too much attention.

“They sure like this push and pull shit,” Jennie commented, “how many years has it been?”

“Like two but they are adorable, so don’t complain.” Taehyung answered.

“I’m not complaining! I just want them to fuck already.” pouting by herself, she grabbed your arm, “Come on, let’s get drinks before I get sad over this.” You said while laughing along the other two, going directly to the bar.

Jungkook started looking around the club to see if someone caught his eye, he could go for the girls that were already checking him out but that would be too easy. Without someone to scheme with, this was going to be a boring night.

After a little walk, he found a girl that fitted his taste and actually could talk without wanting to vomit on the spot. When he got seated besides her stool, he noticed how she resembled someone but he couldn’t pinpoint who, and apparently she was with a friend but he pay no attention whatsoever. As he requested a drink from the bartender, he became aware of how both of them kept hushing over something and looking up and down at him. Taking advantage of the situation, he started talking.

“Do you come here often? I’m Jungkook by the way.”

“Actually I don’t, but I wanted to spice things up. I’m...” she wanted to appear seductive but the effect was different on him and the end of her sentence was blurry.

“I’m glad it was today then.” Damn, he couldn’t come up with something else to say without a purpose for tonight. He always needed some type of motivation to chase. “Wanna go with me to the VIP?”

“Of course! Can my friend come too?” her friend surprisingly just got up excitingly without hearing an affirmation from his part.

“Let’s go then.” Jungkook lead the way with whatever her name was by his arm and the friend to his other side.

This was going to be a boring night.

As you entered the VIP room again, from your peripheral vision you could see Jungkook sulking and looking at you with two girls by his side. Was he actually mad at you right now? Because that would be tiring and so childish. Of course as friends and roommates you have had your fights but they never lasted more than 5 minutes, but he seemed annoyed at the fact he discovered your actual reason.

It didn’t matter right now, you both were here to support the guys in their big night, so he has to understand. It was kind of bizarre to watch him like this, if this was another time, he would be sucking the girls’ faces already.

Making your way to one of the couches, the girls started to whisper around you. “Your man is at the entrance” Danielle said.

As in cue, Jin was entering the room with his friend Jimin. You wanted to laugh because you got excited over what Danielle said, it was kind of dumb to get like this over a guy you just fucked the night before.

At the same time, he was walking towards you and couldn’t hide the smirk he was fighting to hide. He was also thrilled to see you. Taking a seat beside you, the girls began to stand up, giving such lame excuses that it almost made you cringe. Were you guys still in high school? Geez.

“It was dumb of me to think I wouldn’t see you tonight,” he made a move as he wanted to hug you and of course you allowed it, loving his smell, “I guess the force is really by my side.”

“Ugh! Oh my god, could you people stop making such cringy comments?” your laugh indicated you dismissed the comment you just did. “Ready for the performance?”

“Hobie sent me several songs,” getting closer, you became hyper aware of people around you, your friends were mocking your expression, “but rap nor hip-hop are my thing.”

“Same here but I gotta admit they are really good, even though I don’t know a thing about the genre.” Looking back at him, you wondered how much closer he could get right now, it made you nervous and that was rare.

“Let’s not worry about that then,” sipping on his drink, he started playing with your hair. May the lord have mercy on your soul. This guy was going to be the end of you and a day had not passed, “people are watching and I don’t wanna contain myself around you, it’s that okay? You can take the teasing?” he said grinning, you just nodded your head yes and started giggling like a 12 year old.

At the other side of the VIP area, Jungkook was watching this unfold along Jimin, the later became interested in Jennie who was besides him right about now, who by the way, told the girls to go to the other side of the table they were currently in. Such a weird way of wanting attention of a guy. She had balls though.

“I bet you 20 bucks they going to get laid again tonight.” Jimin uttered

“Hopefully,” Jungkook heard Jennie say, “I think they might even become a thing.”

Jimin laughed at the statement, nodding his head and hugging Jennie, whose face became red as a tomato. He knew how eager Jin was to see Y/N again because he couldn’t shut up about her the entire day.

Jungkook couldn’t believe what they said, they continued to talk about themselves and flirt to their heart's content. Y/N doesn’t get that involved with her guys… right? Like if she did this, it would be weird because he has never experienced a Y/N going on dates or having a boyfriend. Just fucking weird.

The nameless girl beside him started caressing his leg, wanting his attention somehow, and getting it right away. She was cute and all but something felt off. Without a criteria, it was kind of odd to hook up with someone, but he didn’t want to be a jerk and leave the girl alone.

As he started to lean into her neck to test the waters, a man entered the area and told the guys they were ready for them to perform. Sighing in relief, he made a mocking annoyed face at her just to appease the mood.

“Finally!” Danielle exclaimed, making everyone turn her way as she was heard through the area, apparently already tipsy from whatever she drank.

“Is it going to be one of those nights again?” Stella asked. She referred to the times Danielle gets drunk out of her mind when you guys go out and gets really difficult to put up with.

“I won’t let her, we need to be screaming for our boys.” you told her as everyone in the room was making their way to the exit and directly to the stage.

“I know who will be screaming a certain name tonight,” Jennie intervened in your conversation while looking at Stella and Yoongi walking side by side. “They are finally going to hook up!” Laughing along with her, you guys got to the main area of the stage.

Namjoon was having a serious talk with Yoongi and Hoseok apparently, they seemed fidgety. Having such a huge opportunity, they can’t afford making mistakes. There were a lot of people in the crowd, you were amazed at how much people they could gather in one tiny place.

From your peripheral vision, you spotted Jin talking with Jimin while looking at you. Suddenly Jin winked, you got scared for a moment, you thought you were being cautious. As you turned around to chat with your girls, all of the sudden the gig was starting. Stella was screaming her heart out, of course. Jungkook was near the speakers with one girl. Assuming he left the other with someone else, you noticed how fake his movements looked around her, it wasn’t the always confident Kook you all knew.

Not minding his attitude right now, you focused your attention back to the stage where the guys where showcasing their rap skills for a while. As they were performing, Jin was getting closer from behind you, breath fanning over your neck and making you shiver in content.

“Enjoying so far?” grabbing your waist, he made himself comfortable in the crook of your neck. Creating this intimate wall between you both and everyone else. You heard snickers but it didn’t matter.

“Actually yeah,” turning a little to face him, “told you they were good.” Getting more comfortable with the position you were in, you could smell his cologne, such an addicting aroma.

Murmuring a yes, he kept talking, “Wanna go somewhere after this?” you could feel the vibrations of his voice in your back as he talked.

“Of course.” You left it at that while giving him a light kiss on the cheek and taking your attention back to your friends’ performance.

Jin smiled ear to ear at that, knowing full well someone was observing from afar…

When the performance was over, Yoongi made his way over to Stella who was flustered from all the screaming she did and of course the eye-fucking contest that took place between them. Being cautious of anyone seeing them, he took her to another place close to the stage, Stella followed him confused.

“The producer plans to take all of us with him to an after party at his penthouse, and he said to bring my girlfriend with me…” Stella stayed frozen at her place, did she just hear wrong? When did he started dating someone? “So, you wanna come or not?”

Yoongi started laughing at her baffled state, and couldn’t hide his proud look. He knew it was time to stop the childish game and be brave. Almost two years of pushing back the thought because fear took over him everytime he tried to make a move.

“It was about time Min Yoongi, I’m surprised you didn’t make me a song or something for your luckiest day.” Here she goes again with that attitude. He loved it.

Taking a step forward to him, she hugged him by his neck and tried to make a disgusted face at his puckered lips, always trying to make a situation lighter than it actually was. Finally, they kissed and it felt like those two years were worth the wait. Breaking apart from the kiss, he followed her lips, making her giggle a little bit.

“What time do we have to be at this after party though?”

“I don’t know and I don’t really care right now,” he said while looking at her lips, “come here.” Taking her face again, he couldn’t get enough of her, so deciding to take this somewhere else, he signalled to follow him to another place. She gladly accepted.

While everyone was getting ready to get into Jungkook’s and Hoseok’s cars outside of the bar, Namjoon seemed on edge. Getting an invitation from the producers, already getting the approval for an album and a studio for it, was a big deal. Taehyung and your girls were chatting up with Jimin, getting along just fine, while Jin and you were hugging because of the wind. Jungkook was already in his car with his girl.

“Where the fuck is he? We need to get going.” Namjoon started to whine to Hoseok

“Don’t know man, he went straight to Stella and I haven’t seen them since.”

“Come on guys,” you butted in, “we all know what it’s taking place right now, so no one has to fuck it up.” Looking at everyone around you in almost a threatening way.

“Alright, alright,” Jungkook made a comment after what it seemed ages, “We are going or what?”

Everyone looked over at him, the annoyed tone and demeanor didn’t help with Namjoon’s temper, so everyone opted to ignore Yoongi’s and Stella’s absence. You decided to avoid Jungkook annoyed ass for the moment and got in Hoseok’s car while everyone was arranging themselves in both cars.

Why did you guys wanted to go to the after party? It was a great question right now. Each one of your friends seemed to be making the same question because how much of a flop it was. Taehyung being Taehyung arrived making himself known by screaming “THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED”, but all the up-tight people seemed to avoid this scene.

After that, all of you splitted up to find what to do as Namjoon was with the producer.

“Why are we here again?” Jimin seemed annoyed at all the old ladies who wanted to hit on him. They were all around him, trying to bribe him to spend time with them but it was no use.

“I really don’t know,” Hoseok replied, “we wanted to make a good impression with them but they seem out of it and too old to party. It’s 11 o’clock for fuck’s sake.”

“Let’s get drunk on their expensive alcohol while we analyze which lady is going to take Jimin for the night.” Taehyung concluded as Jimin started punching his shoulder but they indeed went to grab some drinks.

The party was boring to say the least, and even Namjoon who seemed the most anxious to come to the penthouse wanted to go already. He just took a couple shots with the producer and made an excuse to go early. The man in question didn’t make reaction at that whatsoever, seemingly in a trance with all the drugs and alcohol he took.

Jin and you were kicking it off, he was talking with your friend like he knew them for a long time, they seemed in a trance with such a good looking man talking… not blaming anyone. All of the sudden, the guys joined your little circle.

“So Y/N, are you going to take me now? I’m willing to be your victim for the night baby!” Taehyung had to be his usual beautiful clueless self, Jin just looked over at you wondering what would you respond to that.

“I’m not feeling it tonight… I wanna relax for today” pointing at Jin with your eyes and wishing he would get the message.

“What? Are you sick or something?” he stared at you with worried eyes but you answered right away, “I want to spend time with Jin here.”

Looking from you and Jin, he got it, surprised that someone could get you to say that instead of a snarky remark was surprising to say the least. “This night is too weird…”

At Jennie’s side of the “circle” you all created, there was Jungkook with his girl and she could notice how his behavior got worse from just some hours ago at your apartment.

“Hey Kook,” she interrupted what seemed to be an almost kiss between them but she didn’t care, “are you feeling alright? You seem out of it.”

“Kind of, I wanna go home already,” looking back and smirking at nameless girl, “I’m just tired from work.”

She knew something else was up with his mood, but she didn’t want to push it over. After a couple more shots and meaningless talk, everyone was having a seemingly good time, getting to know the new additions of the group and making plans for other days. Jungkook was just clueless on how the girl wanted to take part of the plans and didn’t knew how to explain to her she wasn’t even invited to them.

As minutes went by, more cougars were trying to get Jimin to talk to them, but it was useless. Jennie being the protective type, she just shooed them off by taking his arm. His grateful expression was so adorable. Everyone else was getting more bored by the ambiance of the place and finally Namjoon suggested to go home.

“Finally!” As on cue, everyone diverted gazes back to Jungkook, assuming it was the fact that he was the designated driver for the night took a toll on him, everyone ignored his statement and went directly to the exit.

Meanwhile everyone was sorting out how to settle in the cars, Jin and you were staying behind deciding where to go next, “Wanna go to a bar? It’s near my house.”

“Sure, just let me tell everyone we are going to go somewhere else.” As you were heading towards your friends who were whispering among themselves, the little snickers as you were approaching were obvious.

“Lover boy and you going somewhere?” Danielle said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yes we are,” returning the gesture back at her, “but just a couple more drinks and talk a little more.”

“More?” Hoseok said, “I couldn’t talk that much with you baby boo,” doing a fake pout, he went for a hug and whispered to your ear, “I’m glad you two are getting along.”

Letting a giggle escape as you separated yourself from the hug, “See you guys later!”

While turning around, you came face to face with Jungkook, who said, “Got your keys? I’m going to be busy and I don’t want to get interrupted.” As he said it, the girl perked up at his statement, almost in a triumphant way that you couldn’t understand.

“Don’t worry about it, she is going to be safe.” You heard Jin approach you both, taking your waist between his arm, “I already called a cab.” he said smiling at you.

“Thanks,” smiling back and turning to Jungkook’s way, “and really don’t worry, I’ve got my keys.” You said, trying to calm his demeanor at the moment.

“Alright then.” Turning around without looking back, “Let’s go everyone!”

His words seemed to take them out of the trance they all were in, watching what was taking place in front of them, him and you didn’t stay mad for long and that was a well known fact. So this scene was weird, it wasn’t a confrontation per se but the vibe was just different.

As all of them got in the cars, you said your goodbyes and waited for the cab with Jin. “Is riding cabs going to be our thing?” he mentioned.

“Only if we don’t scar the taxi driver like last time…”

“Stop right there, you dirty minded woman,” he smirked at your devilish expression, “we are just going to talk and get to know each other, okay?” Grabbing your hand, as the cab was approaching, you giggled and wondered if what he said was going to be true. He continued his semi-speech, “You don’t want to corrupt this innocent boy.”

Laughing at that, you added, “Oh my god, just shut up and get in, before you say something weird.”

“As you wish.” he said smiling.

Meanwhile, Jungkook finished dropping Jennie and Taehyung off, and took nameless girl back to the apartment. To say the entrance wasn’t graceful was an understatement. The said girl jumped on him, literally, trying to attack his lips.

As he struggled to open the door, she was taking his jacket off, “I’m going to eat you alive…” She whispered to his ear. Was she trying to sound sexy? Or was she threatening him? After succeeding in opening the door, they stumbled with the shoes that were right in front of it.

“Come on!” she started to take his belt off, “Take my clothes off.” She said with a whiney voice.

He did as he was told, he was a good trooper and wouldn’t back down. As he was taking her dress off, she was making weird faces. Jungkook didn’t know if it was out of real pleasure or just wanting to be seductive and failing.

After taking it off, he swung her into his shoulders to get to the bedroom already. When they entered, she began to smack his ass. He hated it.

He threw her into the bed without any hint of chivalry, but he guessed it was her style of treatment as she was smiling ear to ear.

“Lemme put on a show for you, baby boy.”

Did he ever mentioned to anyone how that nickname turned him off? She was checking every box of his pet peeves and he wanted to rush to end this.

She stood up and started parading herself, as he was sitting at the edge of the bed, he didn’t knew what to do in this scenario. Was he supposed to be turned on? He enjoyed foreplay but this wasn’t his thing. While taking her thong off, she approached him and getting on his lap, trying to rub her entrance into his groin.

“Enjoying yourself baby?”

No. But he just nodded yes and kissed her to shut her up. He just wanted to fuck and end this.

All of the sudden, when she started to rub her now uncovered breasts into his exposed chest thanks to her, he perceived a familiar scent but he couldn’t picture from who at the spot. She continued her ministrations while he was taking his pants off, he was getting impatient, so he lifted her up and laid her on the bed.

Squealing like a little girl, she got comfortable, Jungkook proceeded to put her legs in his shoulders and giving little kisses in her inner thighs to get her more worked up. It seemed like it was working because Suzy? was being more loud than before. Going straight to her clit and massaging her outer lips with his fingers. He began giving little kittish licks to the nub and making her squirm under his touch.

While still working on her, he took his boxers off and began pumping himself, trying to get in the mood as well. This Suzy girl was grabbing his hair and making more guttural noises. Knowing full well she was already losing it, but something was a little off about all of this. His mind was on another place, the smell she emitted from before sparked something in him, it reminded him when you get ready to go out and spray yourself with your perfume.

Wait… he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he is eating some girl. Scared of what he was just remembering, he sped up his tongue pace plus adding a few fingers inside of her and getting an instant reaction. An exaggerated porn star esque one, which was another point in his pet peeves in bed, nevertheless he continued and wanted to get her to cum fast.

Suddenly, she started to squirm and demanded him to move by grabbing his face signalling to switch places. “I wanna to return the favor.” she said with a sly smirk.

He did as we was told, getting in the same position she was in before, his back facing the bed and trying his best to set his mind into getting his dick hard. He has never had this problem but there is always a first.

“Aww my baby needs help with little Jungkook?” Little Jungkook? Seriously? Either way he just nodded and added in a whiney voice, “Help me, please.” He guessed if he kept up with her ways, it would be easier to get it up.

It seemed this simple request along with the effect on his voice stirred up something because the grip she got on his shaft was strong enough to make him whimper, “That’s right baby boy, make momma proud.” Taking a long lick from the base to the head, proceeding to take him whole and surprising him. If she stayed like that, bobbing her head without talking, it might get hard. To help this, he started to imagine whatever turns him on, long stockings, ropes, cumming into a girl’s ass, you coming out of the bathroom with your hair wet and the sweater you borrowed from him…

He became agitated at that and got up, making her gag and it seemed that she liked that, so she kept on gagging herself with his dick. He was almost cumming but he stopped her, making her confused. “I don’t think I can last much longer… mommy.” He doubted for a second to say that, but he wanted to get the image of you fast.

Suzy straddled him with her legs, grabbing his dick and positioned it into her entrance, “How much do you want this baby?” Did he had to beg for this? Sighing he proceeded to answer her, “Yes mommy, put it in.”

He didn’t knew if his voice tone was convincing until she sat on him really hard, and started going up and down fast. “YEEES! IT’S SO BIG!” She literally just started, how was she so into it already? Either way, he began to thrust upwards to finish himself off quickly because by the looks of it, she won’t last long.

“Oh god… Jungkook” She got close to his neck and started to give him little kisses along his jawline, getting the scent so close again put him into overdrive. Grabbing her by her waist, he switched their position by now putting her back into the mattress and thrusting more faster into her. “Go harder! Slap me!” She grabbed his hand and it landed in her right cheek, this didn’t help him get more turned on but he was a pleaser, and started to go harder without slapping her because that wasn’t his thing.

After a couple more thrusts, they both came hard and he slowly pulled his dick out of her, proud not to call out a certain name. “That was great and all… but, I don’t do cuddling babe.”

After a couple hours, you came back to your apartment safe and sound thanks to Jin. The both of you drank a little too much, but you were content with just spending time together. Getting to know his struggles and desires was refreshing to say the least, plus you were glad to not have to be worried to get some guy out of your house by the next morning. He heard you as well, with all of your tales of how much work you have or how annoying your co-workers can get.

Taking you keys out, all of the sudden the door was opened, “What the fuck?” The girl Jungkook was with at the bar, now was staring right at you. “Are you looking for that asshole?” you were about to answer but she just went ahead and stormed off.

Entering your apartment, you saw Jungkook in the living room with only his boxers on. Seeing how distressed he looked, you almost didn’t noticed how much of a mess the furniture was, some upside down and some broken, it was going to be hell having to replace some of the stuff. “Man… what happened?”

“She started to go ballistic on me because I said I don’t cuddle…”

Baffled, you responded. “And she was that petty to be doing this to a stranger’s house?”

“I know right?” sighing, he continued, “I just wanted her out of the apartment, she was so unrealistic with whatever she said and did while fucking.”

“That’s what you get for hooking up with the first girl you saw today,” removing your shoes and walking carefully to your room, you added, “should have looked deeper.”

Something in him stirred up with anger, somehow it seemed you were mocking him. “Oh well, sorry for not changing over night for a dick you just fucked once!” he said, laughing to himself.

“What did you just said?” You didn’t expect this behaviour, you thought that after a good fuck and not talk for a little while would help his attitude towards you. It seemed like the opposite.

“You heard me.” Walking straight to his room, he heard you said, “I don’t have time for this nonsense…”

It was such a good day that you didn’t want Jungkook’s pettiness over something so trivial as not wanting to fuck for just one night ruin your sleep. So, you went ahead and started to take everything off and wipe off your makeup. After finishing up, you got in your bed with a heavy feeling

Who you were kidding? It was a weird long day and to have someone so close to you being mad… was just rough and tiresome. Closing your eyes, you decided to brush it off for now.

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Wrapped Around; pt.6

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 11.8k words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

A/N: hur hur finally!!! I always feel horrible for making y’all wait for a month for each chapter haha. also, im running out of appropriate vmin gifs lmaooo

Previously…

Jimin silently stuffs a spoonful into his mouth and although he had no appetite, the mere thought of this being something you made is enough to push him to forcefully swallow it. He thinks perhaps if he ate enough of it, it could help fill the vague emptiness he felt in his chest but he knew that only one thing could do that and that was you.

“So, he went to the ball with this Mina girl?” Solji asks, her voice slightly fuzzy over the phone speaker.

You let out a low hum of agreement, sinking down onto your bed, the phone still pressed to your ear.

“Because she asked?”

“Yes,” You sigh, setting your phone next to your head after selecting the loudspeaker option on your screen.

"And you had a week to ask him to the ball but you didn’t?”

“Well, I mean… yeah… but whatever, that’s not my point,” You groan. “My point is that he slept with Mina.”

“And is that a surprise to you? You really can’t blame him can you?” She asks. “He probably waited for you to ask him out to the ball and when you didn’t, he assumed you weren’t interested and went for someone else who was.”

“But I am interested,” You grumble, running your hand over your face in frustration.

“Well, how would you expect him to know you’re interested in him if you never show it?” Solji questions. “He’s not a mind reader you know…”

“But we— he knows it, I’m sure he does.”

“Y/N, trust me when I say boys are daft sometimes.”

“Forget it,” You sigh, waving your arms in the air in defeat. “I’m over it, over him.”

“Sure,” She laughs and you can just imagine her rolling her eyes at you.

“I’m serious!” You frown. “This is all probably just a fun game to him. I don’t want a guy who isn’t able to keep it in his pants for like 5 seconds.”

“Won’t you look at this? Kettle calling the pot black,” She scoffs. “Do you need a reminder of the number of boys you burned through freshman year?”

“Shh, we do not speak of the cursed freshman year,” You scold but you find yourself laughing along with Solji by the time you end your sentence.

“Anyway, stop ignoring the poor boy. I’m tired of seeing all of his cryptic emo tweets about you on my timeline.”

“I’m not ignoring him,” You retort. “I’m just busy.”

“Doing what? Lounging around the house in your pyjamas?”

“Hey I’ll have you know that simply doing nothing is a privilege we lose every time the semester begins so, I’ll spend as much time lounging around without judgement, thank you.”

Idiot, Solji mumbles under her breath and you laugh along with her.

With time, the conversation switches focus and you listen about her talk about her winter break so far. As you hear her speak about her calm, drama-free holiday, you can’t help but agree with Solji, that it was you who had created all of this mess for yourself.

Just because you had shared a few intimate moments with Jimin, didn’t mean that he had to be exclusive with you because the truth was he didn’t owe you anything, not even an explanation which he so graciously offered. Honestly, you were just being a huge baby by ignoring him, refusing to deal with the feelings you had for him, dragging him and others down in your state of confusion. You end the call with Solji feeling much lighter about everything. Maybe you could salvage this winter break after all.

Jimin’s heart skips a beat when he hears you calling out for the boys come movie day on Monday. You throw your arms over the shoulders of both Hoseok and Taehyung before sending a blinding smile Jimin’s way.

“Well, well… look who finally decided to show up for once,” Taehyung glowers.

“Oh come on,” You groan. “I only missed one week.”

“So you’re not busy anymore?” Taehyung lifts his eyebrows at you, his tone so condescending you almost feel like slapping him across the face.

“Yup,” You answer with a warning glare before your lips curl up into a soft smile. “My aunt didn’t have any errands for me to run today.”

“Ahh, it’s good to have you back,” Hoseok smiles, slinging his arm across your shoulder, completely unaware of the silent conversation you were having with Taehyung.

Jimin stays quiet, watching the whole exchange cautiously. You smile warmly at him, as if the two of you hadn’t argued just a few days ago and he’s completely baffled. So, you suddenly weren’t mad anymore? Had Mina told you the truth about the night of the ball? That had to be it. You were practically seething the night he found you in his home but here you were joking around with all of them like nothing had happened. Jimin wasn’t complaining of course, he missed your playful jests, your adorable scowl.

The three of you prance around the adjoined arcade, playing a few rounds of assorted games. Many of which Jimin lost on purpose just so he could see you rub it in his face, a million-watt smile gracing your lips but there’s something that seems to be missing from your smile that he can’t quite pinpoint.

Everything seemed rather normal… well at least normal enough after all that’s happened. Although he notices that you’re keeping a notable distance, choosing instead to cling to Taehyung but hey, baby steps… at least you were here at all.

After spending a sizable amount on game tokens and snacks, the three of you finally pick a movie to watch, some action-comedy movie and as silly as it seems, Jimin was giddy at the thought of finally being able to sit next to you.

As usual, he takes his place beside you, the other boys sitting next to him on the opposite side. He spends most of the movie glancing at you rather than the screen, looking for a hint of a playful smirk that you would usually send his way but your eyes were practically glued to the screen the whole time. Perhaps the movie was just that good?

Jimin tries to pay attention to the battle happening on screen but his heart starts palpitating at the thought of finally being able to interlace his fingers with yours again. He felt like a twelve-year-old who had finally scored a date with the prettiest girl in school and he wonders if you knew you had that effect on him, how your presence alone was enough to render him into nothing but a nervous boy.

Halfway through the movie, Jimin spots your hand resting below the arm rest that divided the space between the both of you and a light smile graces his lips. Although you usually did place your hand there earlier towards the beginning the movie, at least it was there now and this was his chance.

His hand inches towards yours, his pinky brushing yours and suddenly he feels your hand jerk away, retreating towards the popcorn bucket instead. Jimin’s heart drops, the feeling of pain pinching at his chest and if the lights were switched on, you’d be able to see the undeniable sight of worry etched into his features. He glances at you, the bright flashes from the screen illuminates your face for a few brief moments, revealing an unreadable blank expression and he sighs, rubbing his hands down his thighs nervously.

For the rest of the movie, you place your hands on your lap, not wanting a repeat of the attempt and Jimin’s frown only grows deeper. So, he was wrong. You were still mad at him or not... and he’s not sure if this was better or worse because when you were angry at him a few days ago, at least that meant that you were upset with him, that the situation had bothered you. Now that you were smiling at him, as if you were unfazed by it all, did it mean that you no longer cared for him? That maybe you weren't mad at him at all... Maybe you secretly detested him. Jimin just needed to get you alone, corner you into answering him. He knows you hate being put on the spot but your mixed signals were literally driving him insane.

When the movie ended, Jimin had meant to ask if he could talk to you alone but as the four of you stand in the lobby of the theatre listening to Taehyung rant about the movie, you suddenly bolt the moment you see your bus arrive, frantically waving the boys goodbye as you shout your apologies for your sudden leave. Jimin only lets out a heavy sigh as he watches you disappear into the bus. It was almost as if you could sense the impending serious conversation he had been planning to have. He should have known something wasn’t right. Your smile seemed empty and you hadn’t actually uttered a direct sentence to just him all afternoon. Damn it. His heart aches, painfully so and he hates it. He hates you.

You jump onto the the bus, letting out a long exhale as you plop yourself down onto the nearest empty seat. Pretending Jimin had no effect on you was a lot more tiring than you thought it would’ve been. No matter how many times you’ve told yourself to let it go, that it was fine that he had slept with Mina, half of you was still unbelievably mad at him while the other half of you craved to be held in his arms. Pathetic, you scoffed. Why couldn’t you just make up your mind about him and stick to that decision?

God, you remember how you panicked when you felt his hand brush up against yours. You weren’t sure if it was deliberate or by accident so you tried to play it off by pretending like you wanted to grab some popcorn. You think you did a pretty good job of trying to hide your emotions but when you saw his constant glances while Taehyung was talking, you knew that Jimin knew something was off. Knowing Jimin, he was going to be straightforward and ask you point blank what exactly was happening between the both of you and truthfully you didn’t have an answer to that so rather than trying to figure it out with him, you took the coward’s way out.

Mina strolls over to your house as you shovel the snow out of the driveway, watching on as you curse each time you plunge the shovel into the layer of white that blanketed the cobblestone path. You notice her a few moments later as she climbs up to sit on the short wall that divided your houses and you finally put down the shovel to greet her with a smile.

The both of you indulge in small talk, about how the last few days went for each other and truly you feel a little guilty because you had been giving her the cold shoulder over something that wasn’t really her fault. She makes no mention of Jimin for the first solid 10 minutes and it surprises you because she usually opened her conversation with the mention of him but then just like clockwork, he comes up in one of her stories. Apparently, he had been avoiding her, refusing to reply to her texts and you shake your head knowing that this was classic Jimin. It was as if he was begging for you to hate him. Unbelievable that he’d give his childhood friend the exact same treatment. An A class asshole, he was.

“He’s a douche,” She grumbles and you nod your head, agreeing to the fact. “But I still like him,” She groans, head in her hands and you frown, stopping yourself short of saying me too.

Breaking two hearts at one time… you expect nothing less from Park Jimin to be honest.

She leaps off the wall, dusting the snow off her pants with a deep sigh before turning to you with a large smile on her face. She informs you of a last-minute party she had decided to hold in celebration of her parents both leaving yet again for another work trip, singing gleefully about the set-up she had managed to get done within such a short span of time. It’s obvious that she was throwing the party in a ploy to lure Jimin to her house and boy is she smart because say the word party and he would come running. You didn’t really want to go, especially with how you had left the theatre abruptly yesterday but the promise of alcohol and good music has you nodding your head yes… even if you weren’t too happy with the guest list.

At a quarter past 9, a few people have already begun to show up but what surprises Mina is Jimin strolling in this early into the night, alone too. He had given a rather vague answer of we’ll see over text so she wasn’t even sure he was going to show up at all but she had mentioned that you were going to be there too in the following text and although there was no reply to that, she should’ve guessed that it was all she needed to say to have him come running.

“Hey, Mina,” He greets, handing her a bottle of liquor.

“Hey stranger,” She smiles, placing the bottle down on the counter.

He laughs off the greeting awkwardly, grabbing himself a beer bottle from the fridge.

“I’ve got a question to ask,” Jimin grunts, having trouble with the bottle opener.

“Shoot,” She smirks. Mina has a feeling she knew just what he was going to ask. After all, she knew just why he had been ignoring her.

“Why did you tell Y/N about us sleeping together—” He whispers the last two words, his two hands brought up to mimic quotation marks. “—when I specifically asked you not to?”

“About that,” She laughs. “I didn’t tell her personally as per se. Her cousin asked about my hickey so I told him and she just happened to be listening to our conversation,” She licks her lips, pouring herself a drink. “I kept my promise, I didn’t tell her.”

"Mina,” He groans. “Telling the story while she is in the vicinity isn’t exactly what I’d consider keeping your promise.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders, unbothered, choosing instead to move into the living room where the other guests were gathered.

“Fix this,” Jimin demands with a stern grip on her shoulder.

“How do you suggest I do that?” She questions, whipping around to lift her eyebrows at him. “It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”

Jimin stares back in confusion. He doesn’t recognise the girl standing before him at all. Her words seemed to drip with poison and envy, almost malicious, nothing like the sweet girl he grew up with.

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” He starts. “But just—”

“Jimin!” Taehyung shouts as he climbs onto the boy’s back, clinging onto him like a koala and Jimin lets out a groan. Tae always had horrible timing. As he struggles to shrug Tae off his back, Hoseok snags the bottle out of Jimin’s grasp, downing most of the drink before he places it back into his hand.

Mina greets everyone, smiling as she sees you striding into her home, your cousin by your side, the sight reminiscent of that of the night of the ball. You pull her into a hug before both you and your cousin make your way to the drinks table, your insides bubbling with excitement as the atmosphere of the party hits you. You fill your red solo cup with a multitude of assorted liquors, a mistake, you know, but you just wanted to reach that alcohol high as soon as possible.

Jimin watches you carefully, unsure of what mood you were in today. Were you going to be furious with him like you were a few days ago? Or maybe just like yesterday, you were going to be surprisingly warm to him, with a side of mild confusion of course because nothing was ever straightforward with you.

It seems like you choose the latter when you sit down next to him, flashing him a curt smile before joining in on the conversation, shifting a little further up the couch to put some distance between you and him. Jimin silently thanks Taehyung who hands him a drink because lord knows he needed one if he was going to stay sane tonight. Between your confusing behaviour and Mina’s annoying one, he’s surprised he hasn’t screamed out in frustration yet. Why couldn’t Mina just clear things up for him and why couldn’t you just be open with how exactly you were feeling? Women, he sighs. They simply drove him mad.

Taehyung sits next to you, giving you a belated hug before encouraging you to down your drink with him. You meant to refuse the request but he flashes you that puppy dog smile and you find yourself throwing back your cup in one huge gulp. The alcohol stings your throat and you scrunch your face at the burning feeling which earns a laugh from Taehyung. Weak, he teases and you shove him away lightly with a frown on your face.

The drink had just about settled in your stomach when Hoseok comes barging in with shot glasses lined up. You refuse, obviously, but he brings up the topic of tradition and friendship and you groan, reluctantly agreeing to what is basically a one-way ticket to spending the night hugging a toilet bowl.

You’re not sure how Hoseok had managed to line up over 10 shots that quick but here the 4 of you were having 3 small glasses to each person. Your stomach churns when you lift up the first glass and as you chant the classic line before throwing back the drink, you can’t help but think back to how this very moment is usually the last memory you have of every crazy night you’ve ever had. If all goes to plan, throwing back this shot might very well be the last thing you remember tonight as well, which for the first time, might be a good thing.

Two shots in, you try hiding the last one underneath the coffee table but while doing so, Hoseok catches you and he sends you a disapproving look before he makes you drink two extra shots as a penalty. You beg Hoseok, asking him to let you off the hook but he starts pouring a third, warning you that you’d have to take another if you don’t start drinking. Letting out a groan, you twist the glass in your hand making a face as you bring it up to your lips. Taehyung, ever the gentleman starts pouring himself a shot to accompany you on carrying out your penalty. Well, if you were going down, at least you weren’t going down alone.

By the time you’re done, you don’t even dare to stand up because you’re sure your feet will just buckle underneath you. You lay back into the couch, your head nodding along to the music blaring over the speakers while your arms hung off the shoulders of both the boys seated on either side of you.

The next two hours are a blur in your mind. You find yourself enjoying the music and cheering on the boys as they - in your opinion - have one too many drinks and soon enough everyone on the couch is at your level… except for your cousin. Your cousin is having the time of his life, collecting a year’s worth of photos to blackmail you with, chuckling with each click of the camera. You shout for Hoseok to join the photo session but he’s nowhere to be found, probably in some corner of the house, shoving his tongue down the throat of that cute girl he liked. The boys on either side of you were just as drunk as you though and they comply to every photo request. Usually, you’ve had enough after one or two photos but tonight, you were way too gone to object, the three of you smiling as you all pose for yet another photo, as per your cousin’s instruction. In your state, you don’t notice the way Taehyung’s hand sits extremely low on your hips, neither do you notice the fact that Jimin has kissed you on your cheek close to 5 times now, each time whispering something a little too inappropriate in your ear when he pulls away.

An ungodly amount of empty glasses lay upon the coffee table top, the sight an indication of how the three of you have managed to hit the sweet spot of being drunk. Each one of you had on the same smile, your heads lightheaded but your minds calm. Sober enough to remember tomorrow when reminded of significant events of the night before but drunk enough to be unable to tell when exactly the three of you had excused yourselves to the toilet to take an obscene amount of selfies on Taehyung’s phone.

“I’m tired,” Taehyung pouts.

“Aw baby, c'mere,” You coo, patting your thigh. Taehyung smiles delightedly before laying down, his head comfortably placed on your lap. He grabs your hand and places it in his hair, encouraging you to play with his soft locks and you do, a light smile gracing your lips as your fingers grazed his scalp in a quiet rhythm.

Jimin frowns at the mention of your pet name for Taehyung. He wanted to be called baby too. In the most innocent and childish way, he hates Taehyung. He hates how he knew all these details about you. He hates how you treat Taehyung with such endearment while he himself only got the cold shoulder or this fake warmth that you’ve recently begin to show him. Jimin wants you to smile at him genuinely or run your fingers through his hair. In other words, he wanted to be Taehyung. Jealousy nips at his insides and he finds himself cursing his best friend in his head. In his slight rage, Jimin reaches for Taehyung’s shoulders, lightly shoving him in an attempt to get him off your lap. He has had one too many shots though so all that’s really happening is his hand lightly gliding off Taehyung’s shoulders, his palm grasping nothing but air. Even so, Taehyung whines swatting away Jimin’s hand that hovered above him.

“Babe, stop doing that,” You frown, removing your hand from Taehyung’s hair to pull away Jimin’s hand.

Babe. Hmm, he likes the sound of that.

“Okay, babe,” He smirks, interlacing your fingers with his, an absolutely stupid smile on his face. He returns to his previous position his head resting against your shoulder, a sweet sigh escaping his lips as his thumb glides over yours in a soothingly repeated fashion. With a whine, Taehyung tugs your other hand prompting you to go back to stroking his hair and you oblige. You shut your eyes, tilting your head until your cheek rested against Jimin’s soft hair.

Your cousin watches all of this, feeling like he was halfway between vomiting at how cringey this all was and laughing because he’s never seen you this affectionate before. He takes at least another dozen photos, knowing that this was a moment you’d love to forget but he will never ever let you live this down. In fact, he would never let you forget this whole night. Might even make a slideshow out of all the pictures as a special birthday surprise for you. You’ll love it for sure.

As it almost approaches midnight, the party has seemed to calm down a fair bit and you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. You shift uncomfortably, trying not to wake either of the boys but you’re unsuccessful. Jimin awakes from his short nap and gives your hand a short squeeze before nuzzling against your neck, letting out a hum of delight.

“I like you when you’re wasted,” Jimin yawns. “You’re a lot nicer.”

“So you hate me when I’m sober?”

“A little,” He hums. “But I hate you a lot when you ignore me,” He pouts, his sentence slightly slurred due to the alcohol that’s coursing through his veins.

“I have never ignored you,” You answer, feigning surprise.

“Tell that to all the messages I’ve sent to you that went unanswered,” He points accusingly in his drunken stupor, a single finger swaying in the air.

“I was busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Stuff.”

“You’re still angry at me,” He groans, noticing the blank expression you often wear when you’re trying to hide your emotions.

“I’m not.”

“You are and you won’t let me explain myself,” He whines, lifting his head to look at you but your eyes don’t meet, your gaze completely fixed on Taehyung’s head.

“I’m not,” You sigh. “I don’t want to hear an explanation because I just really don’t care.”

“So… you hate me?”

“What? I don’t,” You laugh. That was lie. You did hate him. “I said I just—”

“Then, kiss me.”

“What?” You question, your mouth going slightly dry at the way Jimin was staring at you.

“Kiss me,” He repeats.

“Why?”

“To prove you don’t hate me.”

“I’m not kissing you,” You frown. “I don’t hate you and I don’t know where—”

“If you don’t care and you don’t hate me, kiss me.”

“No.”

“So, you do hate me… and you do care about what happ—”

There he goes again, sounding like a broken recorder. You put a finger to his lips, interrupting his sentence.

“If I kiss you, will you shut up?” You ask, annoyed with his constant badgering that did nothing to help with the throbbing sensation you felt in your head.

“Definitely,” He answers, his eyes wide with anticipation.

“Great,” You smile, turning your head fully to face him. Your lips are a hair’s breadth away and Jimin could feel his heart start to pound. Was it the alcohol or was it just you? He wasn’t sure. He wills himself to sit up straight, to sober up because shit, you were about to put your damn lips on his and he wants to be able to fully remember this tomorrow.

Except, he never feels them.

“Y/N,” Mina calls, tugging you off the couch roughly and instead of lips touching lips, your forehead bumps against Jimin’s harshly, a groan of pain leaving your throat as you rub the aching spot. Taehyung who has tumbled onto the floor, lets out a yelp of pain before he pulls himself back onto the couch, settling his head down in Jimin’s lap in the absence of yours.

You stumble into Mina when she pulls you forward again and she holds you up, before dragging you away, up the stairs and into her room.

Jimin sits on the couch feeling 1 part confused and 3 parts frustrated because you were so close to kissing him just seconds ago and then you were gone, being whisked away by Mina. What was with everyone and their shitty timing tonight? Your cousin who had been recording everything was on the floor, laughing like a madman and he wonders if a night out with you guys on a regular night during the semester was like this because if it was, he was going to get started on his request to transfer.

Mina guides you to her bed before she shuts the door with a frustrated groan, a look of pure disappointment on her face.

“You shouldn’t have drank so much,” She sighs.

“Blame Hoseok!” You exclaim as you laid down on her bed, your legs dangling off the edge.

“You were this close to kissing Jimin,” She glowers, her hand in front of your face, her thumb and index finger almost touching. “This close!”

“He asked me to!”

“And if he asked you to eat a pile of shit would you have done that too?”

“No… but—”

“You know how I feel about him,” She frowns.

You did. God, you’re a horrible human being but Park Jimin is the devil reincarnated and he tempted you at every turn.

“Sorry,” You mumble.

“You ruin everything,” She groans, kicking at the miscellaneous clothing on her floor.

A pang of pain runs through your chest and you stay silent, your anxiety beginning to claw at your throat.

“I didn’t sleep with him,” She exhales out of a sudden and you perk up, confused. “Because I wasn’t ready,” She quickly adds.

“That’s… that's—” You leave your sentence hanging, unsure what an appropriate response to a sentence like that sounds like so you shut your mouth, swinging your legs in silence.

“And he’s mad at me now because of that whole night and it’s all because of you,” She huffs, fully emphasising her last word.

There’s a second of silence, almost as if she was waiting for you to ask what exactly you had to do with all of this but you know better than to question her because Mina is seething at the moment and she looks absolutely terrifying.

“So, just do me a favour and stop getting in my way,” She grumbles, as if your existence in itself was a burden to her.

“Sorry,” You mumble again. Maybe you should’ve fought her, told her that she was getting in your way too but you were tired and you just wanted all of this damn drama to be over with. You wanted to go back to your first week here, the week where you hid from everyone… Everything had been much simpler then because no Jimin equaled to no problem.

Honestly, why was Mina here, getting mad at you when Jimin was just at fault, if not, even more so? He was playing the both of you, leaving both of you sad and confused but you know telling her that would get her even more riled up and if what she had said to you earlier was any indication of what she’s like when she’s truly angry, you didn’t really want to provoke her any further. She was simply too blind to see the truth.

With just a few words, it was as if the party had died and everything seemed to have dulled to grey. The elation that came with the alcohol was now replaced with a solemn feeling, one that seemed to swallow you whole. Mina had stormed out of the room after spitting out her final line and you laid on her bed, trying to collect your thoughts. With a loud exhale, you push yourself off the bed, and make your way towards the stairs, ready to go home and grab some much-needed shut eye.

When you find yourself in the living room, you see Mina talking to an obviously disinterested Jimin and you laugh to yourself. The poor girl was so in love with him and it seemed like he barely cared for her. You tap your cousin on the shoulder, pointing towards the door to signal that you were ready to go home and he simply nods, already having in mind just the conversation Mina just had with you.

“Babe, what about my kiss?” Jimin pouts with his head tilted to the side when he notices you saying your goodbyes.

Mina sends you a warning glare and you don’t know why but it makes you bubble with anger. You had planned to stay silent but who was she to threaten you like that? In that moment, you thank Hoseok for all the shots he had fed you throughout the night for you’d never let thoughts like these cross your mind but with a little bit of liquid courage, you feel a surge of confidence course through your body. A pinch of rebellion never killed anyone, right?

You smile sweetly at Mina and the look she gives you sends shivers down your spine but you’re turning towards Jimin, your mouth already moving.

“Sorry, babe. The host says you’re completely off limits,” You frown. “I’ve been told to stop getting in the way of things… to stop getting in between the both of you sweet, sweet lovers,” You sigh, a condescending smile on your lips.

You know you probably shouldn’t have said that but you were feeling rather spiteful especially after having had the time to fully digest everything Mina had said to you. Shame, you had really liked her before she revealed her true colours. If she thinks you ruin everything, then hell, you were going to make it your mission to.

“What the fuck?” Jimin growls, an immeasurable amount of anger behind his words. He turns to Mina, his eyebrows furrowed, jaw taut and fists clenched. Maybe it’s the alcohol that has him feeling this way because you’ve never seen him this angry before. You tug at your cousin’s sleeve, wanting to be far, far away before you have to witness a shouting match between the two of them and your cousin obliges, quickly ushering you towards the front door.

“Honestly Mina, what’s wrong with you?”

“She’s fucking making shit up, I didn’t say anything like that!” She exclaims, a crowd beginning to gather around them.

“No, I’ve had enough,” He shakes his head. “The last time you told me you didn’t say anything, you said exactly what I told you not to and who are you to—”

You don’t hear the rest of his sentence, your cousin promptly shutting the front door behind the both of you.

“Holy shit, aren’t you guys a dramatic bunch,” Your cousin exhales, guiding you down Mina’s driveway.

“I was just having fun,” You shrug.

“Hell yeah, you were,” He laughs, as he opens the front door to his house. “Just wait until tomorrow when I show you all the wonderful photos I’ve taken of this lovely night.”

You nod, fully aware that he probably has one too many embarrassing photos of you now but really how bad could they be? All you know is that you’re drunk, a little sad and unbelievably tired. All you wanted right now was to curl up into your bed and sleep. The best thing about being this wasted was that you didn’t have time to stop and recount the events of the night because the moment your head hits the pillow, you’re already falling deep into sleep.

You wake up with an absolute killer headache and a heavy sense of regret. Unfortunately, unlike most nights, you remember most of this one. Goddamn it, the one time you wanted to have no memory of the previous night, your brain decides to work against you.

The final sentence you had uttered before leaving Mina’s house still tastes bitter on your tongue but that is one thing you do not regret from the night before. You’ve never met someone who was so manipulative, showing you one side when needed and showing you another when things weren’t going her way. To think you felt bad for her, felt guilty for pushing her away. You shake your head in disappointment. Perhaps your subconscious knew better.

At breakfast, you get a full recap of the night before, completely against your will of course. Your cousin shows you photo after photo, each one more embarrassing than the next but at least you were having fun? The finale is of course the video of you with Taehyung on your lap and your face mere centimetres away from Jimin’s. You cringe while watching it and break out into laughter when you see the look on Jimin’s face as Mina drags you away.

“Why did you have to go and piss off the only person that throws a decent party in this stinking town?” Your cousin frowns.

“Look, she definitely had bitch flakes for breakfast yesterday because the girl was downright nasty last night,” You huff. “I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Guess we’ll just have to raid my mum’s alcohol cabinet to get drunk,” He sighs.

“I’m sorry I ruined the remainder of your winter break,” You laugh, patting him on the head.

“Oh, don’t worry, all I have to do is look at this picture and it makes me feel all better,” Your cousin smiles, turning his phone to show it to you.

There’s a gasp and then a shriek that tears through the house.

“Delete that now!!!”

Your cousin is up on his feet, laughing wildly as he tries to escape from your killer grasp.

“It’s really one of my favourite pictures of you,” He chuckles, ducking down to dodge the arm that you swing at him. “You look like such a sophisticated lady in it, don’t you think?”

“No!” You scream. “If you ever post that picture, trust that I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” You seethe.

It’s a picture you would later print to keep in a scrapbook hidden far, far away. One to remember your horrid teenage years by.

It’s really not too bad of a photo. There’s three of you in it; yourself, Taehyung and Jimin, the drunk triplets. You’re sat in the middle of course, with Taehyung and Jimin on either side of you, which sounds normal except they’re both kissing you on the cheek and have one hand each on your breasts while you have two middle fingers raised with a look of fake shock on your face. Thank god movie day is cancelled today because you can’t even think about seeing the both of them before blushing bright red.

You finally get your cousin in a headlock, forcing him to delete the picture in front of you and he pretends to be upset at the loss of a great photo. He’s laughing internally at your proud look of success. You truly underestimated him. Did you take him for an amateur? Of course he had multiple copies of this very photo, all stored away for a day in which it would come in handy.

Ding!

[10:07] Jimin: nerd

[10:07] Jimin: the season finale is out…

For a second the world stands still and you release your cousin from your hold. You’ve been waiting for the release of the finale for a whole week now. Wasn’t it supposed to be awkward between the both of you after last night? No, none of that matters not when it comes to the TV series that is basically the foundation on which your friendship with Jimin stands on.

[10:08] You: crap!!!!

[10:08] You: i’m not ready

[10:08] You: wait have you watched it already?

Watched it already? Without you? Never.

[10:09] Jimin: nah not yet

A sudden realisation dawns on you and you let out a small cry.

[10:09] You: fuck my netflix subscription expired

Holy shit. For once the universe was working in his favour. He had made just the right purchase last month.

[10:09] Jimin: come over then

[10:09] Jimin: you have 10 minutes

You slip into your winter coat, putting on your boots in a hurry. Your cousin gives you a quizzical look and with the mention of the TV show and Jimin’s name, he lets out an exasperated groan.

“Have fun talking about the whole Mina incident after you finish the episode!” He shouts but you slam the door shut, pretending that you didn’t hear a single word.

[10:10] You: bitch give me 15

[10:10] You: i’m legit running rn

Jimin smiles, getting off his bed to put his plan into work.

[10:10] Jimin: 9 minutes

[10:10] Jimin: tick tock, tick tock

You arrive at Jimin’s house almost 20 minutes after his last text, horribly off schedule, you know but really, you’ve never ran so hard in your life. You hope that he hasn’t started without you and if he did, you would force him to start from the beginning anyway.

Jimin hears you running up the stairs and he quickly pulls the blanket over him, placing his laptop gingerly on his lap.

“You’re late,” He exhales, giving you a disappointed look when he sees you pop your head into his room.

“I’m so sorry,” You apologise, shrugging your coat off to hang it up. “It’s snowing a shit ton outside and—” An awkward shiver runs through you and you rub your hands down the side of your arms. “—fuck it’s cold in here,” You mumble before diving under Jimin’s blanket.

The moment you join Jimin in his bed, he hits play and he watches in delight as your face lights up the moment you hear the words previously on…

As the hour-long finale plays, you slowly inch closer towards Jimin, searching for more of his warmth, his thick blanket doing nothing to stop the chilly air that was pinching at your skin.

“Why is it so cold?” You murmur, mostly to yourself but Jimin hears you loud and clear.

“Yeah, the heating’s been a little cranky lately, sorry,” He answers, slipping his arm under you to pull you closer.

A complete and utter lie.

Jimin had fiddled with the thermostat before you came, putting the heater onto its lowest setting just so you would have to scoot closer to him. It’s a genius plan, he thinks and one that’s obviously working since you were practically laying in his arms at the moment.

You’re so engrossed in the show that you don’t really notice how you were basically cuddling with Jimin currently. Perhaps you don’t realise it simply because it was so normal for you to be in this position with him. Either way, you’re happy because you’re warm and Jimin’s happy because you’re- in his opinion -right where you’re supposed to be. It’s a win-win situation really.

The episode had started off with a thrilling chase, the plot developing slowly as it went on and with 10 minutes left, you don’t think there’s much that can happen but it takes a dark turn, leaving you stunned as you watch characters whom you thought have main roles, start to drop like flies. A knife to the heart, a bullet to the head, each kill hurting more than the one before. You wince away in horror every time and there’s an accompanying squeeze to your side, a telltale sign that Jimin too was literally shitting bricks at the moment. At the end of the show, you’re left speechless as the closing shot shows a room full of dead people, all characters you have come to love.

You turn to Jimin to see a matching stunned expression and he utters three words,

“Feel good movie?”

You’re nodding your head so fast that he giggles as he goes through a selection of movies. He makes his way down the list of rom-coms and stops at the one he knows to be your favourite. You smile at him, as if to say good job, and he only replies with an annoyed huff. A fake one of course. He secretly loved that movie too.

You barely get through 20 minutes of the movie before you find it hard to keep your eyes open. The activities from last night catching up to you, calling for you to shut your eyes. After 10 minutes of nodding off and waking up, you finally give in, choosing instead to curl up and go to sleep.

Jimin only notices some time after that you’ve fallen asleep. Your signature murmuring notifying him that you’ve drifted off to catch some shut eye. He shuts his laptop and sets it aside, shifting quietly so that he was now facing you. You let out a groan, squirming about in his hold and Jimin holds his breath, hoping that he hadn’t woken you up. You simply settle against his body, draping your arm across his middle while your leg wrapped around him, pulling him closer to you.

He felt like he was in a dream. You being this close, tugging him towards you? Definitely had to be one especially with everything that has been happening between the both of you, last night being the obvious highlight of the whole disaster of a situation. Jimin had stood there arguing with Mina, the girl he would have given everything to had she asked him 5 years ago. She seemed so different standing in front of him, unrecognisable almost. Perhaps like she said, he had changed or maybe he was finally seeing her for who she truly was now that he was no longer under her spell. Taehyung and Hoseok always did say she was a little scary, that despite her bubbly personality, it seemed as if every move she made was calculated but Jimin had always dismissed that, unable to see anything past that teasing smile she always flashed him… until now.

Jimin tries to make sense of everything that has happened so far and he wonders how one innocent ‘yes, i’ll go to the ball with you’ had led to all of this mess. It’s all a little too much for him to process and all he truly wants is to enjoy this very moment of you laying in his bed, in his arms, all by your own will. Just the feeling of your warmth is enough to make him smile and he pulls you just an inch closer, tucking your head under his chin before he too shuts his eyes to nod off to sleep.

Jimin stirs from his sleep about an hour later, shivering wildly and he curses himself for turning down the heater so low. He dismisses that thought when he feels your breath against his neck. It was worth it. He’d bear the few hours of cold again if it meant seeing you in his arms.

Jimin lets out a light sigh before he moves downwards, wriggling slowly until he was face to face with you, pulling back ever so slightly to look at your calm features. It’s risky, he knows, but he can’t help himself and before he can think twice, he’s leaning in to place a light kiss on your forehead. He backs away quickly, hoping that you hadn’t felt that. You remain unmoving, your breathing still at the same pace and he lets out a sigh of relief. With a smile, he swoops down to place another kiss at the space between your eyebrows, letting that one linger for just a fraction longer before he moves to the tip of your nose.

Jimin’s lips had barely left your nose when he notices your beady eyes staring back at him. He backs away slowly, truly hoping that you would somehow shut your eyes and go back to sleep but he knows he’s been caught. Damn.

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry,” Jimin mumbles, his head hanging low.

“I didn’t ask you to apologise,” You laugh. “I asked you what you were doing.”

“Kissing… kissing your nose,” He answers, his cheek beginning to glow with the slightest shade of pink.

You let out a short hum and Jimin is left slightly confused. He had fully expected you to have been hitting him or running out the door by now but you’re still here, completely relaxed in his hold, wearing a smile of mischief.

“What were you going to do next if I hadn’t woken up?”

“Nothing,” He answers, his voice quivering slightly at the way you seem to be staring darkly at him.

“You sure about that?” You question, a smirk playing at your lips.

Of course he wanted to go for your lips next but he had drawn the line there. That would have been borderline creepy, wouldn’t it?

“I’m sure,” He replies, this time his voice is strong, completely certain of what he was saying.

You shimmy your way closer to him, your nose bumping his and he could feel your breath on his lips as you spoke.

“Really?” You ask. “Pretty sure you were begging to kiss these lips last night.”

He shouldn’t… not when the both of you haven’t cleared things up yet but your lips were practically brushing against his as you whispered those words and he was just a man. A weak, weak man.

A whimper leaves his lips as he holds on to his last strand of self-control. Your eyes flutter shut and he gives in, surging forward to capture your lips between his own, completely entranced with the taste of you. Warmth blooms in his chest as your hands come up to grip the side of his face, his own hands sliding down to hold you delicately, pressing you as close to him as possible.

You had woken up a few minutes before Jimin, the cold cutting into your bones making it almost impossible for you to stay asleep. You keep your eyes shut, basking in the little warmth that radiated off Jimin, melting at the way he seemed to fit perfectly against you.

The first kiss on your forehead had taken you off guard but you try your best to pretend you were asleep, putting all your energy into making sure your smile didn’t show. The subsequent kisses cause a fluttering that feeling in the pit of your stomach and it was getting harder to maintain a blank, relaxed face. He moves further down your face, towards your lips and when his lips grazes the tip of your nose, you open your eyes to look at him, taking it as your chance to watch a flustered Jimin when he comes to realise that you’re awake.

You egg him on, feeling him tense beside you as you move closer and closer to him, your lips almost on his. The finale aside, you were a woman on a mission. When you had woken up in the morning and recounted the events of last night, you had made a decision. Though Mina’s belated confession made you smile a little, it didn’t change the fact that Jimin had intended to sleep with her that night and that if she was willing, it would’ve happened. You had thought it all out on your trek to Jimin’s house, planning to use his very own moves and words against him. A personal vendetta of yours, to see Jimin get all worked up over the things he said to all the girls he wanted to fuck.

You were going to get him to play a rom com, hold his hand and kiss him at the crux of the movie. Then, you were going to have him moan and beg underneath you and for the finale, leave him alone and broken in his bed. Although, you have a feeling the last part wouldn’t work. You simply didn’t have enough power over him to make him feel that way. In any case, all of this was for you, for you to finally rid yourself of the player that was Park Jimin.

As much as you liked to believe there was something more going on between you and him, you realised that all of this, all of your feelings for him stemmed from that one night you gave into lust. That’s all it was between you and him, a manifestation of lust and you knew the only way to get rid of it was to get him out of your system. One more time, you tell yourself. It wasn’t going to be hard, you knew that. After all, you were giving Jimin exactly what he wanted. One more time with him and the both of you will go back to being former quiz partners and perhaps even just strangers. Perhaps it was a good thing that you had fallen asleep. It would have been a true shame if you had allowed Jimin to ruin what was your favourite movie of all time.

Jimin pulls away from the kiss momentarily to back himself up against the headboard, his hands tugging you along, your legs now on either side of him and he watches on in awe as you made yourself comfortable in his lap. If cuddling with you felt like a dream then having you straddle him and kiss him senseless felt like heaven. He takes his time with you, moving his lips languidly, wishing to drag this out for as long as you would allow him to.

You break away from the kiss to mark his neck, leaving petals of blue and purple on his soft skin. It’s so hard for Jimin to think clearly when he feels your ass grinding against his cock but his mind clears up just enough for him to remember that there’s still so much he needed to say to you.

“N-nerd,” He stutters, he intends to finish his sentence but you’re biting that spot behind his ear that has him writhing under you. His hands slip under your shirt, roaming your back before gripping your waist with such force, as if he was afraid you were suddenly going to leave.

Your hands tug at the hem of his shirt and he holds your wrists to stop you. Once you get his shirt off and he tears yours away, he knows his mind will no longer have the power to construct full sentences.

“Babe,” He whimpers. “We— fuck—” A roll of your hips causes his words to become mangled moans. “Fuck, okay,” He breathes, barely able to concentrate. “We need to t-talk first before—”

You press your lips against his, cutting off his sentence and he responds with a whine. You were really making this difficult for him.

“We can do that later,” You mumble. “I need you right now,” You whine.

Need. You needed him. Not want but need. He lets that sentence ring in his head one more time before he loses himself completely to your touch, your kiss.

Jimin shoves your hand away, opting to pull his shirt off to speed things up and in that time, you remove yours too. He marvels at your body, his nimble fingers unbuckling your bra in a split second and a guttural moan leaves his lips the moment your breasts come into view. His hands explore every single inch of your body, memorising each curve and dip while your hands tug at his locks, urging him to do something, anything.

All the pictures, all the events, everything that you and Jimin are plays in the back of your mind, warning you of what you are so adamant on destroying but you can’t find it in yourself to stop. Not even the horrifyingly embarrassing pictures from last night can prompt you to stop rolling your hips against him. He was extremely intoxicating, his signature smirk, his scent, all things that had you wanting more… even if it meant you were digging yourself deeper into a hole of despair. As you sat on him, his aching member pressing against your centre, you come to a realisation that you had horribly miscalculated just how much he affected you and that your grand plan was falling apart with every second. Regret. The emotion fills every crevice of your body but the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach makes it easy to forget it all, to simply stop thinking for a second and bask in the way Jimin was staring at you, his breaths already shallow.

“Baby, fuck, you need to stop that,” He groans. “My mum will be back soon.”

Damn, you loved the way the word baby rolled off his lips. Even if he called numerous girls by the same name, it still made you weak in the knees. You ignore his pleads, continuing your ministrations, watching as Jimin struggles to hold on to his sanity.

“We can be quick, can’t we?” You ask. “I bet I can have you coming in your pants before she gets here.”

Fuck. Jimin’s mind spins at the words that are falling from your lips and all he wants is to hear you say more, speak with more confidence about all the things you wanted to do to him. He can’t bring himself to say anything, his mind only able to prompt him to grab your hand and guide it towards his member that was growing achingly hard.

A light laugh bubbles from your lips as you saddle down further his thighs, your hand tugging down his sweatpants to reveal his member pressed against his boxers, a dark spot forming at where his tip was, pre-cum already leaking through. You palm him slowly through the thin sheet of cloth, the whines that escape his lips causing a pleasurable twist in the pit of your stomach and it takes everything in you to stop yourself from ripping his boxers right off.

“Babe, please,” He begs. “No teasing. I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” He whines.

You silence the rest of his protests with a kiss, letting your tongues dance together, a ton of unsaid words swallowed between the both of you. Your hand slips into his boxers, pumping him once, twice and Jimin detaches his lips from yours, his head rolling back to hit the headboard, rapid breathy whines falling from his lips.

You tug his boxers just enough to let his erection spring free, revealing his cock that made your mouth water, his tip red and angry. You build him closer to his release, your hand spreading his pre-cum down his shaft, gripping with just the right pressure before twisting your wrist to come up to his head, your fingers teasing at his slit. His head now buried in your neck as he tried to muffle his moans with kisses that he left on your supple skin.

Jimin’s almost there, your dirty whispers bringing him closer and closer to his high. Just a few more times and you’d have him blowing his load. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his hips thrusting upwards into your hand to chase his release.

A sharp ring sounds from your back pocket, slowly falling into the melodious tone you recognise as the one you had set as your aunt’s ringtone. Your hand stops dead in its track and Jimin continues thrusting his hip into your hand to urge you to keep going but you let your hand fall limp.

“Don’t,” He whines when he sees you reach for your back pocket. “Don’t answer that. Baby, I’m so close, please,” He begs.

You tilt you head to your side, flashing him a polite smile before pressing your phone to your ear.

“Hi Aunty!” You greet, tucking his member back into his boxers, wiping his pre-release all over the front of his sweatpants. Jimin lets out a frustrated groan, his head resting on the headboard with a thunk! as he gives you a disappointed frown.

“Y/N, do you think you can stop by the store to pick something up for me?”

Jimin reaches for your hand, pulling it towards his cock, urging you to continue where you had left off but you simply shrug off his hold and send him a warning glare.

“Sure,” You answer. “What do you need me to get?”

Your aunt begins listing a few ingredients, a variety of vegetables but fuck, Jimin has on an evil smirk and you know you’re in trouble. He wraps a single arm around you, pulling you closer, while his other hand comes up to caress your breasts.

You frown at him, and mouth the words stop that to him but he simply shrugs his shoulders at you before his lips wraps around one of your buds, his tongue darting out to swirl around it. You’re delirious as you feel him suck at your skin, his mouth moving to leave patterns down the side of your breast, his hand massaging the other. The words slipping out from your phone’s speaker goes unheard as you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, devoting all your energy into making sure your moans stay silent. Park Jimin really is the devil, is all your mind can conclude.

Your hand slips between the strands of his hair, tugging at them lightly before you pull harder, forcing Jimin to detach his lips from your nipple. He stares back at you with a sly grin, only to be met with your signature scowl and he leans in to peck your lips, to stop you from saying anything.

You hum into your phone, hoping your aunt hasn’t realised that you’ve been way too silent or worse, that she had heard anything that would have given her a clue of what exactly was happening behind the scenes.

She’s still listing more ingredients, letting you know on what she was planning to cook and you let out another hum, wishing she would just end the damn call already. Jimin lets his hand slip to your waist as you speak to your aunt and when you give him no attention, he lets them venture further southwards, thumbing the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you but you’re staring into space with your eyebrows furrowed, like you were actually trying to listen to whatever your aunt was saying. As if, he scoffs. His finger slips into your pants, snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin teasingly, knowing full well that this would definitely get your attention.

You pull your phone away, your hand covering the mic as you send him another warning glare. “Jimin, stop that!” You whisper-shout and he only laughs, letting his other hand slip to your behind to leave a hard slap. A tiny gasp leaves your throat and you pray your aunt heard nothing. You move to climb off his lap, unable to tolerate him anymore but his strong hands hold you in place, not letting you move an inch.

“Okay, I’ll stop,” He whispers into your ear, his light chuckles punctuating his sentence before he nibbles at your lobe. You bring back the phone to your ear just in time to hear your aunt ask if you had got all that and you answer with a curt yes. Crap, you were so screwed.

Jimin shifts under you, pulling you closer to him, your chest touching his and your centre pressed against his erection. It seemed like the word stop had a very different meaning in Jimin’s dictionary. You wriggle around, hoping he’ll release you but your efforts are futile and if anything, only riles him up further. His hips roll into yours letting your core feel his throbbing cock, aching for something, any form of friction. His lips busy themselves by returning the favour, marking your neck as you did his earlier. Low whimpers escape from your throat and your knuckles turn white from gripping your phone so hard, your mind screaming at you to not give into Jimin’s tricks.

There’s too much going on and you feel your resolve slowly crumbling, your mind on the verge of telling you to just toss your phone across the room and succumb to your desires. There’s a murmur on the other side of the phone and you let out a shaky yes, hoping that it had been a question your aunt was asking because you really hadn’t heard anything past ‘I need you to get me some vegetables.’

“Y/N, are you listening?” Your aunt questions, her tone clearly frustrated. “I need you to get them for me now, yeah?”

“Huh?” You question, mind still hazy from the way you felt heat pooling at your centre, the knot in your stomach growing tighter by the second.

“Y/N,” Your aunt grumbles. “Are you in the middle of something?”

“N-no, I’m listening,” You answer and Jimin giggles when you reach out to push him away.

"I said I need you to get me all of that right now.”

“Right now?” You repeat and Jimin backs away to look at you in confusion. Hell no. You’re not going to leave him here with blue balls are you?

“Yes and—”

"Wait, I-I caught most of what you told me,” You lie. “But I think you should still text me the list just so I don’t miss anything out.”

“Ah, my boy will meet you at the store and he has the list, so don’t worry about that.”

What. The. Fuck. She made you sit through all of that torture only to tell you that your cousin had the full list? What the hell was the point of this phone call then?

“He should be there already so meet him as soon as you can,” She chirps. “He always manages to miss something even when he has the list,” She groans.

“Sure, I’m on my way now,” You huff, trying your best to hide your annoyance before bidding her a curt goodbye.

When you hang up and put your phone back in your back pocket, you’re greeted with a look of bewilderment on Jimin’s face.

“No, no,” He growls. “You’re not going anywhere until you fix this,” He grunts, thrusting upwards. A light moan bubbles up your throat, completely betraying your thoughts.

“I-I can’t,” You mumble, trying to hide the moans that threatened to escape your lips. You search his bed for your bra, your hips still attached to his since he refused to let you go.

“You have to baby,” He groans, running his hand through his hair. “You can’t leave me like this!” He exclaims, pointing to where you were sitting on, finally releasing his hold on you.

You take the chance to climb off him and he whines, trying to pull you back to him but you slap his grabby hands away with a laugh.

“You said you were going to have me coming in my pants.”

“I failed,” You shrug.

Jimin flails around in his bed, throwing a temper tantrum like a child.

“I’ll eat you out, I’ll do anything,” He begs. “You can’t do this to me,” He whines like a 5-year-old.

“So you mean you weren’t planning to eat me out to begin with?” You question, hand on your hips.

“O-of course I was.”

“You’re stuttering, Park,” You tease. “That’s not very convincing.”

“That’s because your girls are literally staring me in the face right now,” He points towards your chest. “They make it really hard for me to think straight, you know?”

“Shame,” You shrug, while putting your bra on. “If you didn’t stutter maybe I’d be getting undressed,” You sigh as you pull your shirt back on.

“Baby please,” He cries, stalking over towards you. “What am I supposed to do with this if you leave?” He groans, fingers directing you to look at his member.

“You’re a big boy,” You smile. “Figure it out on your own, baby,” You tease, patting him lightly on the cheek. “Or maybe ask Mina… I’m sure she’d love to help.”

Jimin’s face immediately turns sour and you know you’ve gone a little too far but really, he walked right into that one.

He lets out a loud exhale as he watches you move towards his door, leaving him to deal with the problem in his pants, alone. He’s never been in this situation before. A girl actually leaving him with blue balls… but you’re a girl he’s shared quite a few firsts with. Most notably, the first time he’s felt himself slowly being driven insane by a girl.

Shit, he really didn’t want you to leave and not because of his semi-hard cock but because he just didn’t like seeing you go. Today was the first time you had smiled at him since the night of the ball. A genuine smile, not that crappy half smile you’ve been giving him lately or the other smile that never quite reach your eyes, one that had fake warmth behind it. This smile was that rare toothy grin that he thinks is reserved just for him. It’s not, but he likes to think that it is. On top of that, you even called him baby, albeit teasingly, it made his heart soar. It was like you wanted him to melt into a puddle right before you.

You had to stay… and if you weren’t going to, he had to see you tomorrow. He has a second to decide what to do and before he can really think anything through, he hears his own voice ring around the room.

“Nerd,” He calls and you look back, lifting your eyebrows at him. “D-do you maybe… want to watch a movie tomorrow?” He asks, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

“You mean with the boys? Sure, just text the group—"

"No, I mean… Just you and me,” He gulps. “Like last time… you know? and then maybe we can talk about last night, about everything,” He adds quickly. His mind is racing as he awaits your answer, his heart thudding against his ribcage, so much so it felt like it was going to jump right out of his chest. Christ, even his pre-competition jitters had nothing on you.

It’s interesting, watching Jimin shift around nervously and you almost feel pity for him. He’s a convincing actor, you’ll give him that. You mull over the invite for a while, seeing it as your chance to carry out your plan, perhaps a little better this time. Talk. He wants to talk… that’s new, you hum. The both of you rarely speak about the things that happened between the both of you, choosing to ignore it until it becomes forgotten. You absolutely didn’t want to ‘talk’ but just like today, you think you’ll be able to wriggle your way out of that.

“Sure,” You smile. “Text me the details later yeah?”

“Y-yeah, of course!” He answers, almost shouting out his reply. He had meant to say goodbye but he’s so excited that his mind is unable to string the right words together. By the time he finally gets his act together, you’re already running down the stairs and out of his house.

Jimin takes a lengthy shower, stroking himself to thought of you, pretending it was your lips around his cock but even then, the euphoria he felt didn’t compare to hearing you say yes to the movie date. He paints the tiles with spurts of white, his breath heavy as he comes down from his high and all that clouds his thoughts now was how good you looked sitting on top of him but how much better you looked sitting beside him, your hand in his.

Being infatuated with someone made him feel so lame, he sighs but the warmth that bloomed in his chest with every thought of you made it feel like it didn’t matter.

By the time Jimin is done with his long, long shower, his parents are already sat at the table, lunch completely laid out. His mother complains about how it’s freezing in their house and he nibbles at his lips, a light feeling of guilt swimming in his chest.

Jimin’s parents notice their son being a lot more perkier than usual and they don’t have to ask why when he starts dropping some trivia about you, something or rather someone he had stopped talking about for a while. It’s endearing really and they watch on in fascination as he lights up, eyes crinkling when he smiles. Oh they couldn’t wait until you came over the next time, excited to finally be able to fully embarrass their son in front of you, a few choice stories already lined up.

Midway through the lunch, there’s a faint ding that comes from Jimin’s back pocket but he’s far too preoccupied with the conversation at hand to notice. A string of messages light up the front of his screen, your name flashing above them.

[1:42] You: hey i’m gonna have to take a rain check on that movie tomorrow

[1:42] You: because

[1:42] You: guess who my aunt’s cooking for tonight?

[1:42] You: my parents!!!

[1:42] You: anyway i’m leaving for my hometown tonight

[1:42] You: so i’ll see you when we’re all back on campus :)

Ah, the universe strikes again. It’s mysterious ways forever working against Jimin.

There’s a dull pain that sits at the bottom of your chest when you type out your messages to the boys, your uneasiness intensifying as you typed out Jimin’s. You had definitely made the situation worse with your stunt this afternoon, further confusing yourself but maybe your short trip home would be able to clear things up for you or even better, help you forget all of it ever happened. Maybe like always, after returning to campus, both you and Jimin would pretend like nothing happened… the both of you were really good at doing that anyway.

You shake your head, refusing to think about all of it anymore. You’re sure it’ll all work out because by the time the semester starts, you’ll all be back on campus where there would be a 100 other girls that Jimin could distract himself with and you’ll fade to the background, simply becoming another one of ‘those girls’ that he had had his fun with. Just another fuckboy, you tell yourself. Just another mistake. That’s all he was. Looks like you were going to have to look for another cuddle partner when you get back on campus and you had just the right person in mind…

A certain Kim Taehyung perhaps?

A/N: a lil insecure about how this chapter turned out bc i know this chap is kinda jumpy with the constant switching of viewpoints but I just idk hahaha I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!! As always, thank you so much for reading and feedback is welcome!!!

#btswriters #kwritersnet #armiesnet #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #jimin fluff #jimin angst #jimin smut #i wrote most of this on mobile and im kinda proud of that lmao #ayyy finally get to devote 100% of my mind into the sports collab that im superr excited about

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