#so cruel of them to make act 5 so fucking good n finally made the game click for me n now i gotta wait

[curlytsunamiart]

played thru rhythm doctor a few days ago n ended up liking it way more than i thought i would :] looking forward to the full game. i love u act 5 i love u dr paige

[riaarivic]

HATE 9: DANGER (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary  You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, mentions of organized crime. Smut (yes, finally) explicit sex scene.

🌙 A/N At no time do I (the author) encourage this activity in life, it is important that you know that the criminal acts in this book are that, a crime, as well as harmful to health and should not be romanticized. This is all a work of fiction for entertainment.

Love, Ria

🌙 Chapter wordcount 5k (the longest one yet)

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HATE 9: DANGER (M) I MYG x F!reader

You don't have me, but I'm so full of you I'm going crazy So why are you doing this to me? Why are you making a fool out of me?

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The more you fuck around… 

The more you’ll find out. 

Your grandmother used to tell you that everytime you got in trouble and in the Seven Moons’s case: They’ve been fucking around for too long. 

The Seven Moons’s history went way back to the first kkangpae during the Japanese occupation and the fights against the yakuza. They smuggled guns to the country during the military run in the 80’s. And of course were the Drug Kings during the clan wars 20 years ago. Every time a new leader rose, the clan had a new name and the member deleted every piece of evidence that linked them to their previous organization.

A clean page to start over. 

And in the end if there’s no body, there’s no crime. 

That is why they were yet to find out. 

The Seven Moons under Kim DoHan’s rule, were untouchable. Every crime committed by his orders was untraceable to him and his sons; they always made sure that someone else got their hands dirty and in the case they did finish a job they had enough people in power to make sure no one would ask questions. 

All of the seven young leaders' criminal records were so squeaky clean they could run for office. You were surprised you didn't see any pictures of Kim Namjoon or Kim Seokjin kissing babies on their files.

You could do a lot of fucking around if you were sure you’ll never get caught. 

That was the reason you were sent to Seoul in the first place.

And for the past 3 days you learned one thing. 

Kim Dohan and his seven moons were very fucking good at fucking around and not finding out. 

But pride was the cardinal sin of the powerful and more often than not, the reason for their demise. All you needed was to find an opening on The Seven Moon’s arrogance. 

And the best one you found. 

Was finding your way to Suga's bed. 

You weren’t really proud of it. But you have to do what you’ve got to do. 

“By any means necessary” were the exact words of the Lieutenant and sitting on the Shadow’s face on your second night in Seoul fell into that category. 

Not that you had other motives for it. 

The sun was about to rise in the sky when you finally reached your bedroom in the mansion and you knew you could not sleep tonight, not after what you saw at Jhope’s warehouse. 

You’ve witnessed violence, you served in the military, you’ve been in a war. 

But you’ve never seen something so cruel…

It was pure evil, the way those bodies piled up. 

And the message. 

“This is how the devil pays for your loyalty” 

Written with their own clansmen blood. 

Releasing a tired sigh you sat on your bed and took out a small digital recorder in your pocket. 

You had placed the device inside the meeting room earlier that day during the office tour. Hoping to catch some valuable information from the clan leaders. Now, as you got your laptop on your lap, you plugged in your earbuds and listened to the recording, your heart pounding with anticipation.

At first, the voices were barely audible, as if the speakers were deliberately trying to keep their conversation from being overheard. But your trained ears picked up snippets of words and phrases.

It was a conversation between Kim Dohan and Mr. Lee “your father” 

"...the heir is a liability..."  said Kim Dohan in a tone that made your blood run cold.

"...we must eliminate… before they gain too much power..." responded Mr. Lee and you made a mental note to find out who they were. You suspected they were talking about the Jade Dragon.

"...make it look like an accident..." Your hand shook as you rewound the recording and played back the crucial part. 

This wasn’t exactly what you had been waiting for, a piece of evidence that would help you bring down the entire clan. 

But it was a death sentence for the clan’s heir, who was unaware of the plot against him.

It had to be Kim Namjoon. 

You wondered what drove Kim Dohan to decide to get rid of his only biological son. You had to act fast. You couldn't let them carry out their plan. But how could you warn Namjoon without blowing your cover?

If they killed him and then wiped out the clan’s record there was no chance for you to find any evidence.

And without any evidence, you were done. 

Mission Failed.

Fuck. 

You needed to rest. 

You closed your laptop and stared at the ceiling, your time was running out. And this piece of information was a drop of water compared to the sea of lies that existed around the Seven Moons clan. 

You needed something more, something bigger. 

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The next morning on the Seven Moon's diningroom.

Awkward was not a good enough word to describe how everyone at that table was feeling.

Namjoon had a black eye.

Suga had a split lip.

No one knew how Jungkook had ended up with a hickey on his neck.

Jimin was still furious with everyone for making such a fuss in his club.

Jhope looked like his cereal was made of rusty nails and he had to swalow them whole.

Taehyung was looking at you as if he wanted to kill you…

Although that was nothing new.

You looked exactly how you felt.. like shit. 

Jin was the only one who seemed to be calm.

And as if the tension at that table didn't feel like it could be cut with a chainsaw. The clan’s Leader joined you for the first time at breakfast.

“Miss Nari, you have been in my house for a few days now and we have not had the opportunity to talk” Kim Dohan's deep voice crossed the dining table and his tone of authority made everyone present stop what they were doing “I hope you are adapting well to life here in Seoul, if there is anything you need, do not hesitate to let me know” 

“Thank you very much, sir” You answered him looking at him from afar feeling like his gaze could pierce through any lie, even for you, a trained agent looking at Kim Dohan was like looking straight in the devil’s eyes “I have everything I need, you are very kind” finished your phrase with the most convincing smile you could give. 

“Everyone can tell you have more than you need” Taehyung muttered quietly, just enough for you to hear him and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks. You weren't quite sure if it was anger or embarrassment you felt.

“If you want to say something at my table, Kim Taehyung, I hope you'll say it loud enough for all of us to hear” The Leader pounded his fist on the table making everyone jump a little out of their seats.

“Oh, Father, I was saying that Miss Nari seems to feel very comfortable at home. That is so great, because by the end of next month this will be your house  too. When she marries one of us” The young gangster replied with a shit eating grin.

You little shit.

Oh, how you wanted to wipe the smile off his face!

After the awkward breakfast was over, you felt like you were about to poke Taehyung with a toothpick right in the eye. When one of Kim Dohan’s bodyguards approached you quietly “The Leader wants to speak to you privately”

Your blood froze on your veins, if there was something you did not want to do was to be in the same room as Kim Dohan… alone. You looked at Suga who was on the other side of the room and he gave you an understanding smile. 

If the leader wanted to speak to you alone, he will have it his way.

You took a deep breath before opening the doors to The Leader’s office. The devil sat behind his massive desk, his piercing gaze fixed on you as you approached him. "Sit," he commanded, gesturing to the chair opposite him. You sat down, your heart pounding in your chest.

"You know that you are playing with fire, don't you?" Kim Dohan said in a low voice. "You may have fooled my men and my sons, but you can't fool me."

You tried to keep your expression neutral, but your mind was racing. Have you been discovered? Did Kim DoHan know that you were an undercover agent?

"I know about you and my son," Kim DoHan continued, his eyes narrowing. "Don't think that anything happens in my house without me knowing. You're lucky that I respect your father so much."

You felt your heart sink. 

Out of all the things you thought he could have discovered. That was the less awfull. 

But you could not be at ease. Now that you knew he was onto you.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," you stammered, trying to stay calm.

"Oh, pretty lily. That was your first and last mistake. Do not lie to me," Kim DoHan said, his voice rising and his gaze darkened. "I have eyes and ears everywhere. This is my home and my kingdom to rule. You think you can deceive me, but you can't. You're playing a dangerous game, flower. And if you're not careful, you're going to get burned."

You noticed Kim Dohan kept calling you flower.

Just like Suga did. 

And that made you wonder if he was involved in this. 

You felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. Kim Dohan's words were a clear warning, and you knew that you had to be more careful than ever. You nodded, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor.

"I understand," you said softly. "I won't let it happen again."

Kim Dohan leaned back in his chair, his expression inscrutable. "See that you don't. I won’t say I don't understand young love, but I really do not appreciate two of my sons fighting in a dark alley like hormonal teenagers over a girl. " he said, dismissing you with a wave of his hand.

You rose to your feet, your legs feeling weak. You knew that you had narrowly escaped a dangerous situation, and that you had to tread carefully from now on. As you left Kim DoHan's office, you knew that the stakes had just been raised, and that the game had become even more deadly.

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Later that day...

You were lying on your bed trying to process all the information you had gathered over the past days.

The realization dawned on you, it became clear that the Jade Dragon, the Chinese triad with a dark history, had resurfaced and were seeking retribution. The ability to send a message to the clan's secret hideout suggested that they had a mole within the organization.

And not just anyone had access to that place, it had to be someone with power.

You had enough reasons to suspect that Kim Namjoon was into some shady business, and you were determined to uncover the truth. Your gut suggested that it may have something to do with his father's plans to eliminate the heir.

With everything that happened so far, you were aware that time was running out, and you had until the end of the following month to compile all the evidence you could. 

This was your only opportunity to bring the clan to justice.

The moment the new heir was appointed, the clan would be rebranded under a fresh name, and all traces of their previous identity would vanish.

To make everything fucking worse, you had a hint that Kim DoHan was aware of your true intentions.

And early today he wasn’t just talking about you fucking his son.

Tap, Tap, Tap

Someone was tapping quickly on the balcony window in your room.

Ah, yes...

You weren't thinking about your main problem.

And said problem just hauled himself over the balcony railing with ease, his lean muscles rippling under his black shirt. He stood before you, an inscrutable expression on his chiseled face. In the moonlight light filtering through the curtains, his features seemed even more striking - the sharp jawline, the piercing obsidian eyes, the faint scar on his left eye that only added to his rugged appeal.

“Good evening Little flower. Can you let me in?”  he said in his low, melodic voice. He took a step closer. You could smell the heady, sandalwood scent of his cologne, feel the warmth radiating from his body. Your heart thudded in her chest.

“What are you doing here Suga?” you asked as you opened the window, the cold night breeze made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"I've been trying to figure something out,besides, I thought it was funny that we both used each other's window as an entrance,” he winked at you “your room smells like Lilies Is that on purpose?” 

“Suga, what are you doing here, are you on drugs?” you let out an inpatient sigh and the black-haired man stopped in front of you and took a lock of your hair still smiling at you “I'm clean as a Russian athlete before the Olympics. Didn’t I tell you to call me by my name, when we were alone, did you forget it?” 

“No, I didn't”

Of course you hadn't.

You had imagined calling him by his name when you kissed him again.

But that couldn't happen again. A flash of your conversation earlier with Kim DoHan passed through your mind.

It won’t happen again.

“What are you trying to figure out in the middle of the night in my room, Yoongi?” If you thought that man was close to you before, now Suga was almost completely attached to her body.

"I need your help."

You swallowed hard. "I don't know how I can help you."

He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made your knees weak. "I think you do. I see the way you look at me. The way your breath catches when I'm near you," He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers trailing along her skin and igniting sparks beneath her flesh.

“But this is not about that. Although, we could talk about it later” he said.

Your heart raced. You knew after that conversation with Kim DoHan that you were flying too close to the sun, seeing Suga behind his father's back. But you couldn't deny the attraction you felt for him, the way his eyes seemed to look right through you right now.

"What do you need my help with?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"It's about what you saw last night at Jhope's warehouse," Suga said, pacing back and forth across the room. "Can you tell me everything?."

You felt a surge of adrenaline. This was exactly the kind of opening you were looking for. If Suga trusted you enough to ask, you’ll make him trust you enough to speak. 

"It was awful," you said. “I’ve never seen something like that before.”

"I know, pretty flower, but I really need you to tell me what you saw," Suga said, turning to face you. "I need you to find out what is happening, before it's too late."

You sighed as you began to recall everything you could remember while Suga listened carefully. That man's gaze was the only thing that could terrify her and make her want to run straight towards him at the same time.

"Thank you" he says, taking a step closer to her. "I can’t tell you right now how much you’ve helped me today. But I promise you, it's important."

You feel your heart skip a beat as he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

"I don't know if I can trust you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He takes another step closer and looks deep into her eyes. "You can trust me," he says, his voice filled with sincerity.

For a moment, you stand there in silence, the tension between you palpable. Then, he leans in, taking the lollipop out of his mouth and presses his lips to yours, and you felt yourself melting into his arms.

As you break apart, you realize that you’re in too deep. 

Suga made you feel as if you were running directly towards a cliff.

Ready to jump to the abyss. 

Fuck the consequences. 

“I actually came to figure out something else. You see, last night you were high and I’ve been told not to trust drunken truths. Bu you said you like me-” 

“I don't like you.”  You interrupted him trying to sound as convincing as you could, but Suga could see right through you. He smirked and took the lollipop between his fingers and tapped it to your lips. You understood what he was asking immediately.

You licked the lollipop looking right into his eyes. 

Sweet.

He took it again and put it in his mouth, rolling it around his tongue.

“Good girl. But you taste like lies.” The man ran his thumb delicately over her lips and brought his mouth close to your ear. “If you don't want me to kiss you again, tell me and I won't touch you again” his voice sounded almost like a growl “But if you'll give me your permission, I want to check a second thing”

Flying too close to the sun.

That was exactly what it felt like to kiss Suga.

“What thing?”

“If I really like you enough, that I don't give a fuck about all the trouble you're going to get me into” Now you the one who kissed him this time.

Oh, you were going to burn.

Suga bit your lower lip so that you would open your mouth a little and his tongue could roam freely over yours. His hands moved down from your face and over your neck, shoulders, breasts and hips.

Tonight, it felt different than the first night in his bedroom.

Tonight Suga was a man on a mission. 

His plan was to leave no corner of your body unknown.

Between the haze of desire that you were feeling, your mind came to its senses. 

As an undercover agent, you knew the risks of getting involved with the son of one of Seoul's most powerful mafia leaders.

Kim DoHan had fucking warned you less than four hours ago.

But when he dropped you onto the luxurious bed of your bedroom in the Mansion, you couldn't deny the attraction between you. As his intense gaze swept over your body, you felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear. 

As he leaned in to kiss you, you couldn't help but wonder if this was all part of his plan. Was he using you or did he genuinely want you? You pushed those thoughts aside and surrendered to the pleasure, letting yourself get lost in the moment.

“Yoongi.” you sighed between kisses, and to him his name sounded like the best melody he had ever heard in his life.

“Oh, little flower you're going to be the fucking death of me.” he growled lowering his lips to her neck to bite her and she let out a moan. 

That was the last remaining thread of control for both of you.

Yoongi drank your body like a man finding water in the middle of the desert, and when he undressed in front of you, you thought you forgot how to breathe.

The first night, he didn’t take his clothes off. He focused on you, and your pleasure. 

But tonight it was different.

His muscles flexed under his smooth white skin that glistened every time the moonlight landed right on the beads of sweat that ran down his body. Yoongi was covered in small and large scars that danced among the black ink that adorned his body. He had the clan tattoo right on his chest and you wanted to run your fingertips over all his markings and then, then you would kiss them.

As you took him in, your eyes rested for a second on a path of dark hair trailing down his belly inviting you to look just a little lower. You held your breath when you saw him in all his manhood.

He smiled at you, like someone who is about to commit a crime and has absolutely no regrets

“Everything you see is yours. All you have to do is ask nicely” he said, voice deep and musky.  

“I don't beg, ever” you said. He sat on the bed between your legs; both hands caressing the skin behind your knees.

“There's always a first time, flower” he said, not breaking eye contact, and you felt that all the heat of your body traveled to your center. Your skin vibrating with the low purr of Suga’s voice. You realize now the size of him and you wonder if he could fit inside. 

Just like the last time he savored every second, and you realize something about Suga:

He’s a tease.

He wants to bring you close to the edge, just enough you can graze the delicious feeling of the fall; to take you away from it. 

He’s like a cat you think. He is playing with his prey before he finally eats it. 

“Fuck, Yoongi” you whimper when he cups your panties with his hand, applying enough pressure to make you roll your head back and close your eyes. 

“You don't like me. You say. But look how wet this pussy is, and I haven’t even touched you” He’s right, you are arguably the most excited you’ve ever been in your life, and you’re embarrassingly soaked. 

“I never thought Miss Lee NaRi would be a liar” you wanted to pretend that sentence didn’t stroke a nerve in your heart. 

If only he knew.

You can only stare as he lowers himself to lift your shirt inch by agonizing inch. Slowly, he revealed your soft skin. And you had to bite your lip to prevent you from begging him to touch you. 

Luckily he wasn’t in the mood to make you wait any longer as he roamed his hands through your body. “Fuck, flower. You are beautiful,” he said more to himself than to you. But you can’t help but feel happy as you realize that you have the same effect on him as he has on you.

“Can I?” you realize he’s looking at your breasts, and when you nod, he dives down to take one in his mouth, sucking a nipple through the lacy fabric of your bra. You moan, threading your fingers in his dark hair, and you hear the little moan that escapes his mouth encouraging you to pull harder. And without thinking you do. 

Another husky moan leaves his chest as he languidly rolls his tongue over your skin. Reaching behind your back you unclasp your bra and he pulls it off your body to toss it somewhere around the room. 

He looks back at you and the sight that meets his eyes is sinful. Your hair sprawled between the satin pillows and your pupils blown with desire. 

This time you don’t have the effects of the drugs to blame. 

This is all Suga’s work. 

And He knows it.

“How do you want to come, flower? My tongue? My fingers? or…” His gaze trailed down to his member that stood proudly between you two “Or do you want me to fuck you and ruin you for everyone else?”

Your entire body clenches at the last question, and for some reason you agree that fucking Yoongi will, in fact, ruin you. 

“Fuck me” you said half a whisper half a moan. 

“What did you say, pretty flower?” you rolled your eyes at him and before you could bark any answer he slid his fingers between the lace of your panties. Playing with your opening and finding the exact destination with a long stroke. Head snapping back you mean loudly “Do you want me to fuck you? Hm?” his middle finger caressed your clit in circular motions dragging you closer and closer to the climax of your own pleasure. 

“I need your words.” he growled 

“Please fuck me, Yoongi” you moaned his name and he smiled wider. 

“Good girl. Everything you ask for, I’ll give it to you” He hooks his fingers to the elastic band of your underwear and takes it off your body. You assume it fell somewhere close to where your bra landed. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll ruin you for everybody else. But first, I’ll have to stretch you.” he pants as he enters two of his fingers on your cunt “You’re so fucking tight, flower. So fucking perfect for me.” 

You gasp as you feel the delicious stretch of a third finger entering you slowly, his other hand holds you tight by the waist. He leans over your body to kiss you once again and this time you feel like you’ve lost your sense of reality. 

You can still taste the sweet taste of the lollipop on his tongue as you suck on it. Kissing him like you want to take all you can until everything is inevitably taken away from you. 

“I- I fucking hate you” you shudder feeling flustered under his gaze as he moves back to look at you. 

“Don’t start lying to me again” He steps back just enough to lift one of your legs and rest it on his shoulder. You feel your body tremble in anticipation. He slowly rubs his full girth on your swollen clit, that’s when you realize he’s teasing you again. 

He starts moving at a maddening pace. Slowly rubbing himself in wet circles, without breaking eye contact “Lie to me again and see what happens” 

You swallow hard and you can’t help but think you have done nothing but lie to this man.

From the very first day.

 

You planted a mic in his bedroom. 

You are using him to get information so you can bring his clan…

His family to ruin. 

If only he knew, this morning you sent a message to the base with the exact day the clan is planning to announce the heir.

You just gave the Seven Moons away to INTERPOL.

But as he slowly enters you inch by inch and you scream his name you also realize one thing

You are also lying to yourself.

And you don't want to discover how.

“There.” You plead as he pushes his final inch inside you. You whimper and shiver at the delicious feeling of having him fill you to your limits. “Oh my God Yoongi”  

“I think I heard a pretty girl say she didn’t beg” 

“Shut up, and fuck me” 

In one swift motion he pulls out only leaving his tip, just to slam himself back so hard you hear the bed bang against the wall. He starts thrusting hard and you start seeing stars as you forget your own name. 

The slow torturing pace which he touched you is long forgotten as he enters you fast and hard. He’s unforgiving. Raising your hips so he can hit the right spots at the right angle. A moan chokes in your throat as he leans down again to kiss you. 

This time you can feel the cold feeling of his chains against your bare skin. 

“Yoongi” you cry, feeling hot tears run down your cheeks.

“It's okay, flower. I’ve got you. Let go” he grunts as he starts picking an even faster and harder pace. His hands move from your legs to caress your clit moving in rapid circular motion. And the devilish spark that lights on Suga’s eyes tells you he’s onto something. You don’t have to wait too long when he presses his hand down your lower belly to feel himself inside you.

You think you’ve lost your mind, whimpering, moaning and crying of pleasure. 

Suga was right, he just ruined you.

Your body shocks as a white hot wave of pleasure runs through it. Your orgasm hits you hard and he continues to fuck you through it as he gets closer to his not long after. You hear him gasp as he comes feeling the hot ropes of his cum land on your skin. 

“Let me clean you up. Pretty flower, stay here” he pants still not able to regain his breath. As if you could really move. 

He brought a wet towel from the ensuite bathroom to clean you up, and he didn’t leave it until he made sure you were thoroughly cleaned. 

That night Yoongi took you again.

Several times.

You knew you were playing with fire. 

And if you weren’t careful enough.

You will get burned.

But even if you knew you were both risking your lives.

Suga visited your balcony every night for the rest of that week.

And fuck the consequences.

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One week later.

You were in one of the clan's armored vans on your way to meet Anya. You had talked earlier that day on the phone and agreed to meet at her apartment. You managed to convince Namjoon to send you with only one bodyguard.

Now, that was a mistake.

As you exited the freeway and slowed down to cross to the narrower streets the car you were in was rammed by a black SUV.

You felt yourself spinning around in the air.

Shards of glass flew everywhere.

You could only hear the screeching sound of metal hitting the ground.

Ten armed men got out of the cars that surrounded you.

You heard a shot.

Blood.

You were not sure if it was yours or the driver's.

Someone forcibly pulled you off the roof of the car that was now on the ground.

Your head hurt too much.

You wished you had listened to Namjoon about taking more bodyguards.

You closed your eyes and could see Suga's smile the night before, when you were talking in his room.

Yoongi.

Come and save me.

The more you fuck around,

the more you’ll find out. 

And now, you were about to. 

“Make it look like an accident” 

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Well, ahem..... Hello?

You guys know there's always a chapter you would never read out loud I think this is mine. This is actually the first time that I write full on smut... and it was something.

Anyway, how are you guys? I hope we're all doing well, satying healthy and surviving this tour because... Min Yongi is a fucking menace. LIKE!? The rapping? The HAIR??? The whiskey drinking? The "You guys listent too well" UMMMM EXCUSE ME SIR BUT THAT IS ILLEGAL!

And HAEGUM, when i watched the video i giggled and kicked my feet because that is Hate! Yoongi. What a beautiful time to be writing a ganster au.

Ps. Thank you SO MUCH for liking and I have to thank each an every one of you for reblogging Hate! I really, really appreciate it.

From the bottom of my chicken heart,

Thank you.

Love,

Ria 🌙

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The Art of Revenge (Chapter 5)

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Chapter 5

It didn’t take long to find Jungkook. The moment you left his room, you followed the rustling you could hear coming from the main area, until you spotted him working around the kitchen countertop amidst a sea of fry pans, plastic, food, and countertop appliances.

“Hey,” he greeted you when he saw you.

“Hey,” you smiled faintly as you rounded the island and took a seat in the stool across from him. You hadn’t intended to dodge his gaze - although you were feeling a little“morning after” shyness. He just had so much stuff strewn across the counters, and your eyes were busy trying to connect the dots between it all. It looked like he had a dehydrator running, some beef cooking in the skillet in front of him, and a vast collection of plastic bags next to what appeared to be a sealer. “You, um, going camping or something?” you asked when you thought you had your finger on the pulse of what was happening.

“Kind of, I guess,” he nodded, as he reduced the heat on the stove and moved to rinse his hands. “We start touring in a few weeks, and it’s cheaper and easier to eat like this. We don’t sleep in a lot of hotels.”

“Oh yeah?” you finally looked up at him, once he began to move around the counter and towards you. His hands were occupied with the kitchen towel he was drying them in, but he leaned down to catch your lips with his, offering a chaste “good morning” kiss that made your heart palpitate. You pursed your lips when he stood back up, but it wasn’t a strong enough gesture to hide how badly you wanted to smile.

“Nah,” he returned to his side of the kitchen and opened up the fridge, pulling out a carton of orange juice and setting it in front of you. “We used to actually sleep in tents and hammocks, but we started splurging last year - we have a whole bus with beds and shit.”

“Ooo, “ you mused. “You’re going all 70s rock ‘n roll. How many groupies can you fit on that thing?”

He didn’t give an answer, just a crooked smirk and wink. You chuckled quietly, but at the same time, your insides soured at the idea of Jungkook fucking his way through a bus load of beautiful women who waited for him backstage. You were a touch jealous. Jealous that you weren’t the one who had a line up of hot, stringless sex for the summer, but also a bit jealous that other women were going to get a piece of what you had last night. The fates were cruel… you came up here to use Jungkook to make Stephanie jealous, and now you were going to end up the jealous one.

The smells of all the cooking and dehydrating wafting up around you were intensifying. You felt your stomach turn and your mouth begin to water as your body demanded to be fed. You poured yourself some orange juice the moment Jungkook slid a glass in front of you, but when you were halfway through shot-gunning it like a beer, your stomach growled out another protest - one that Jungkook heard.

“I take it you’re hungry?” he laughed.

“I think I might be,” you feigned embarrassment.

“Well… despite what it looks like,” he eyed the mounting bags of dehydrated camping meals, “I don’t actually have a lot in the house. I was gonna go get groceries before you got here, but… you showed up a lil early.”

You crinkled your nose, now actually a touch embarrassed as you remembered how hasty and irrational you had acted these past couple days. “Sorry about that.”

“Y/N,” his expression formed into one of exhausted amusement as he shook his head. “Please stop saying you're sorry. It’s no big deal - and I invited you here. We’ll go into town, get brunch, and go to the store on the way back.”

“No, no,” you put your hands up to swat the idea away. “Don’t worry about me. I should get on the road now anyways. I’ll just go to a drive-thru and grab something myself.”

He stilled when you said this, giving you the distinct impression that he hadn’t anticipated your plan. “I thought you were staying until Saturday?”

“Well,” you began slowly, as your pulse began to race with the prospect that you could potentially spend the next couple days here, with him… doing… stuff. “I mean… that was the plan when I was supposed to be coming up tomorrow.”

He nodded thoughtfully as he began to clean up the countertop.“When do you have to go back to work?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. You hadn’t even thought about what it would be like to have to go back to work after this entire fiasco. You still had so much to do when you got home in terms of kicking Chris out and moving yourself. The idea of having to fit work hours into that mix was making you feel the onsets of a panic attack. You might have actually had an attack had you not pre planned your agenda. “Not for a month, actually. I called my boss and told her I was taking my honeymoon early.”

Shit, did I cancel everything for our trip? the question crossed your mind as you made a mental note to do that asap.

Jungkook gripped the edge of the counter, supporting himself against it as he stood square across from you. “Okay,” he shrugged. "Stay for the weekend. Stay longer if you want. You don’t need to rush back.”

Everything about you loved that idea, which only made you nervous. After the trauma of believing your life was perfect, only to find out that it wasn’t, you couldn’t help but feel a bit skeptical - like the seemingly harmless idea of spending a perfect long weekend with a sex god was going to blow up in your pretty little face as well.

“I don’t want to impose,” you protested - instantly regretting speaking. Of course you wanted to stay.

“You’re not,” he shook his head, as if the idea was ridiculous. “I’m a recluse who lives in a cabin in the woods. I really have nothing for you to impose on.”

“But like… you have your jobs, and obviously you’re prepping to go on tour and stuff. Won’t I get in the way?”

His lips curved and his eyes began to twinkle, as something mischievous crossed his mind. “Only if you plan on us having sex 24/7 for the next month.”

You clicked your teeth, as your body fought to not erupt from the rush of sexy images running through your head. “I don’t know if I can promise that I won’t try, Jungkook.”

His throat bobbed - and it didn’t help the growing need stirring behind your navel. “In that case, then yes, you’ll get in the way. But I also won’t complain about it. Besides, I promised to send you home walking crooked. As far as I can tell, you're still walking just fine."

You nodded, reaching for the glass again as you battled a blush, as well the urge to initiate something right there in the kitchen that might risk contaminating his tour sustenance.

"Fair point," you resumed sipping your orange juice as you thought about his offer.

“Stay, Y/N,” he spoke again, his voice now a gentle plea. “At least for a few more days. No offense, but… what are you in such a hurry to get back to?”

His words were like taking a bullet - but he was right. What were you in a rush to get back to? Certainly not Chris, or Stephanie, or your step-mother. The idea of moving was a fucking nightmare, but… realistically, between your friend the realtor, your friend the lawyer, and hiring professional movers, you could really coordinate a shit ton of your tasks with just a few phone calls. Hell, if you did it right, maybe you’d never have to go back to that town ever again.

With a heavy sigh, you looked to him and gave him a contemplative nod. “Alright. I’ll stay. Until Sunday?”

“Sounds good,” he turned away, and you thought he was hiding a smile. He wanted you to stay, perhaps more than he let on.

Pervert, you grinned.

“Kick me out if you get sick of me, though,” your tone became serious. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome. Even if you need a few hours of space or whatever. There’s tons of stuff I want to do around here, I can make myself gone easily.”

He scoffed, “You’ll probably get sick of me first and hightail it out of here.”

"I doubt that," you brought the last of your orange juice to your lips, but just before you downed the final gulp, your mind misfired something it should have held back. “I might end up staying forever if every night is like last night.”

Shit! you cursed yourself as you realized what you had said. You were just days out of a failed engagement. Last thing you wanted was to come off like you were trying to get Jungkook to put another ring on it. Fortunately, Jungkook didn’t become instantly appalled, terrified, or suspicious - so your paranoia was probably misplaced. Regardless, you felt the need to clarify.

You smiled to try to emphasize that you were just complimenting him, and not trying to wife him. “I meant like… the sex was good. I’m not trying to...” you felt your cheeks heat as you thought about how not to end that sentence. I’m not trying to become your girlfriend? Wife? Squatter that you have regular sex with? Although all of those options didn't sound terrible.

Fortunately, Jungkook saved you from your private spiral. “I got it," he winked, "It was pretty awesome.” Then he moved to finish up his cleaning, which you decided to jump in on since it felt weird to do nothing.

When you had the dishwasher running, and all the food bags were stowed away, and you were about ready to eat your own foot, Jungkook turned to you and proposed once again to take you into town. "It’s on me," he offered to pay for brunch.

“No, no, I’ll treat you,” you shook your head. “I’m the one who’s putting you out.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you interrupted him before he could utter a word.

“I insist.”

He soured, sucking his teeth as he thought about how to rebel. “My house, my rules.”

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your chin in defiance. “We won’t be in your house.”

“My town my rules” he playfully quirked his eyebrow.

You bit your tongue. Fighting with him like this was kind of… turning you on. If only swallowing his dick could replace your stomach’s need for actual food. “How about we just race for the bill?”

After a moment of thought, he stuck out his hand. "Agreed,” he relented, and you accepted his handshake. “We’ll take the truck.”

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The drive into town was at least a 15-minute jaunt – but once again, the view was stunning. Not only the view of the driver beside you - who in his aviators and ripped jeans was looking like the stuff of wet dreams and all your romantic fantasies – but also the view of the rolling hills, bright blue skies, and sailboats floating throughout the lakes and sounds. It was so peaceful up here. It reminded you of the family trips you took as children to your aunt’s house on the water.

“Do you fish?” the question spilled out of you, seemingly out of nowhere.

“No, actually. I’m more of a gatherer than a hunter,” he laughed. “I just grow vegetables - although I’m bad at it. I should start though, eh?”

“Why not?” you shrugged. “You’re in the best place for it. Cheaper than the supermarket.”

“You fish?”

“On and off, I guess,” you lamented. “More when I was a kid, but I did take Chris once out on Dad’s boat. It wasn’t really his thing,” you laughed, recalling how much the man struggled to sit still in a boat for more than ten minutes.

“So you can teach me then?” Jungkook’s statement was animated - like he was proud he had swindled you into something.

“Fuck yes I can,” you boasted.

“In that case,” you felt the truck begin to slow as you approached a turn in the road, “I was going to take you to the diner, but I think we should go to the Warf instead and hang out with all the seamen.”

“Ew,” you scrunched your nose. “Why do I feel like you wait for the chance to say that?”

“Because you would be right to think that,” he smiled impishly without a hint of shame.

“Is that the one up from the marina?” your eyes began to shoot around the unfamiliar road, trying to figure out if the restaurant he was talking about was the pretty place you had put on your bucket list the last time you were up here.

“It is. You been there?”

“No, I just saw it last time. I wanted to go. It was on my list of things to do if I ever came back up here.”

“You have a list?” you couldn’t see the incredulous look he had behind his sunglasses, but the wrinkle on his forehead told you he was skeptical.

“I have a book full of lists for everywhere I want to re-visit,” you replied defensively – warning him to not judge your quirk.

“And this town was one of your places?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded. “Stephanie and I stopped in town cuz she needed a new swimsuit or something… I don’t remember – she forgot to pack something. Anyway, we got lost on the way to your house and drove around for like an hour. We saw lots of cool stuff to do.” You then turned to him and gave him an expectant glare. “I was waiting for you to throw another party.”

He sniffed a laugh as he turned the truck down another small road - which you quickly learned wasn’t a road, but the entrance to the restaurant's parking lot. “Well, I’m happy to help knock one thing off your list.”

After finding a parking space strategically located in a shady spot under some trees, you climbed from the truck, shut the door, and rounded the hood to meet Jungkook. His arm was casually outstretched towards you, and without a single thought or hesitation, you slipped your hand into his, and he guided you palm to palm towards the restaurant.

The place was crazy busy, and food moved out of the kitchen like it was being shipped across an industrial conveyor belt. Your server basically took your order the moment your ass hit the pleather of the booth she sat you in. Food came about just as quickly, and soon you were face-to-face with a fresh platter of hash brown potatoes, fruit, toast, eggs and sausage. You both scarfed down the first several bites in total silence. Not by any sort of choice, you were just so hungry that not even a nuclear threat could distract you from your food. But when the time was right, and you were both satiated enough to acknowledge each other’s presence, you began talking again.

“So,” Jungkook began through a mouthful of toast, “what else is on this list?”

“Mmm… the grotto?” you picked the obvious tourist trap.

“Good choice,” he nodded.

You grabbed a napkin to wipe your lips. “When we were up here, I tried to convince Steph and Chris to go one morning, but they didn’t want to. A couple others were interested in going, but… you know… everyone was basically shitfaced drunk for three days so no one could drive, ha ha!”

“Well, damn, I would have taken you if I had known you guys wanted to go.”

“Really?” your eyebrow raised.

“Sure,” he nodded. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

You cricked your neck as you thought back to that weekend, and all the other weekends you two had spent in the same vicinity. “I don’t know. I guess… I thought for a little while you didn’t really like me. You and I never really talked a lot over the years, you know?”

He became a touch more stoic, but he nodded as he agreed with you. “You’re right. I mean… not that I didn’t like you or anything. But, yeah, I get what you’re saying about us not talking much.”

You twisted your lips into a pensive pout as you tried to count the number of times you and Jungkook actually had a full conversation. There were, maybe five instances you could recollect where your interactions lasted longer than three minutes. A thought crept across your mind, and you sniffed a quiet laugh.

“What?” Jungkook pried.

You rubbed the back of your neck as you eyed how close the other patrons were to you. The place was loud enough, so you doubted anyone would hear you. Nonetheless, you leaned slightly forward and lowered your voice just to be sure.“I think at this point you and I have spent more time having sex than we have ever spent speaking to each other.”

Amusement decorated his face as he did a mental calculation of his own. “I don’t know if that’s hot, funny, or sad.”

“All of the above.”’

“Yeah…” he sighed. “It might be my fault. I wasn’t avoiding you, but I was avoiding her. You were always with her, so…” his voice trailed off into thought.

And there it was again – that underlying disdain that crept up every time he spoke about Stephanie. You weren’t sure what it said about you, but feeling as though you weren’t alone in your hatred for her was incredibly satisfying - misery loves company and all. You were curious about what caused the rift between them, but you weren’t sure if it was your place to ask, and you certainly didn’t want to bring it up now and risk ruining breakfast.

But you were so curious…

“What?” Jungkook prompted you again, picking up on the fact that you were caught in your own thoughts.

“Nothing. I’m just thinking,” you shook your head.

“Well, now you gotta tell me.”

“It’s none of my business.”

“Just say it. You’ll drive me crazy wondering.”

You huffed. Well, you wanted answers, and now he couldn’t blame you for overstepping. “I’m just curious what happened between you two. I don’t want to pry – well, I do want to pry – but I appreciate that whatever happened between you is none of my business. It’s just…” your voice trailed off, and you held your palms to the sky as you tried to capture what you wanted to say. “The way she talked about you, it’s surprising to find out you don’t really like her very much. Plus, she was supposed to be my best friend, but then she had an affair with my fiancé,” you paused for a minute to choke back a sudden lump in your throat.

Not now, you cursed yourself. You hadn’t yet actually cried over everything. You knew one day you would need to, but you sure didn’t want it to be right now, not in the middle of a busy diner, and you really didn’t want Jungkook to be the one to witness your meltdown. You pushed your feelings away and continued, “I just can’t help but wonder what else I believed this whole time that has been a complete lie. I feel like such an idiot.”

He shook his head as he thought, and you held your breath as you waited. “You’re not an idiot,” he said, looking up at you with wide, empathetic eyes.

“I am, though. How could I be friends with someone for so long and not see it?”

"People change, Y/N,” he shrugged. “Don't beat yourself up. We all change, just not all of us for the good.”

He was right, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had been blind for so long. Sure, you knew Stephanie from before University, and you certainly knew that you had changed a lot since going off to school, and even more since, but still… What hadn’t you been seeing this whole time?

You thought once again about asking him about his experience with her, but before you could work up the courage, he changed the pace to something more cheerful.

"How about we get ice cream and go for a drive after groceries? I got somewhere cool to go that you won't find on any tourist brochure," he winked.

"It's not like... where you go to dump dead bodies or something, right?" you eyed him skeptically, albeit, jokingly.

"Nah, I don't take women out their until the third date," he winked.

You nearly spit out your food as you laughed.

Well... mood shift challenge was successful. You no longer felt a lump threatening to lodge itself into your throat - you were back to feeling lighthearted again... and sexy again. You slid your cork-wedge heel along the floor, until your shoe found his shoe. Then, you slipped your foot from the wedge, and let your toes drag carefully up the inner length of his leg. You weren't sure how common a game of footsies was in this modern age, but Jungkook reacted with grace. He smiled, but his tight-lips, and sharpening eyes told you he was something more than just smiley. He slid a foot of his own forward, giving you just a touch more access to his lap - which you were appreciative for.

Days like these, you were reminded of just how blessed you were to have long, tapered legs.

When your foot slipped over the crotch of his pants, Jungkook tucked a hand beneath the table, and wrapped his fingers around your calf - stroking it in shallow passes, while your toes tickled the length of his bulge. It was when you felt him begin to stiffen into a semi that he grabbed tightly around your ankle, and gave you a sideways glare.

"Y/N, this is a small... small town..."

Even though he was warning you, it didn't sound as if he really wanted you to stop.

Nonetheless, after everything he had already done for you, you supposed it wouldn't be all that nice to force Jungkook to walk through a restaurant full of his peers with a raging hard-on. However, as you looked at him, your eyebrow quirked in a smug-satisfaction, you noticed beyond him the silhouette of your server approaching the table with what looked to be your bill. You then had a plan - and about ten seconds to execute it.

You slid your foot along his guarded cock, and as expected, despite the restraint on your ankle, Jungkook didn't stop you. You slid upward again, applying just a touch more pressure, and Jungkook let out a small noise as his fingers tightened around your ankle. You did it again, then pressed firm again against him, the curve of your arch now covering the curve of his cock.

Jungkook looked away from the other patrons, seemingly taking in the view out the window, but you knew better that he was looking at nothing - he was only feeling.

And that's when the server arrived, and you made your move.

"I'll take that," you dropped your foot and launched yourself forward toward the server, plucking the bill from their hands before Jungkook even realized you were no longer petting him under the table. "I can pay right away," you informed the server as you reached for your wallet, and they seemed pleased to square up right away and get you the hell out of there.

You were happy to get out of there now too. Jungkook definitely was as well, you knew that, despite the way he was staring daggers at you since you bested him for the bill.

You gave him a wink, and he gave you a look that made your spine shiver.

"You'll pay for this," Jungkook said confidently when you were alone again, while you were gathering up your things from the booth.

"I already did," you sang triumphantly.

"I don't mean like that, Y/N," his voice was dark and promising - and now your nether regions were shivering too.

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-ˏ͛ date techˏ͛-  

— takanobu aone.

≻ he has it but doesn’t know that it’s like an actual kink ≻ he’s always in awe when you take his cock because he knows he’s big ≻ you always beg him to touch your clit while he sinks his cock in ≻ and he loves it because it makes your little pussy flutter around his length ≻ he just loves that he can make you feel so good with his big cock

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he let out a little breath as he sunk his cock in a little bit more, you had already taken half his length and were still begging for more.

“nobu...” you sighed, eyes fluttering, “touch me, please, it’s too much...”

he grunted, resting his weight on one forearm above your head to dip his other hand between your thighs. he found your clit and circled his fingers around it, feeling your walls squeeze tightly around his length.

you sighed happily, reaching up to grab onto his broad shoulders, “f-feels so good, nobu...you fill me so well...”

he finally bottomed out, resting his face in the crook of your neck as you hugged him close to you. you panted in his ear, whimpering and moaning as he continued to play with your clit until your body tensed up.

with a pleasured squeal, you came, thighs trembling around his waist as your walls gushed and spasmed.

— kenji futakuchi.

≻ he thrives on this shit. ≻ he especially loves when it hurts ≻ it literally gives him a sick sense of pride ≻ watching you struggle to take his cock ≻ boosts his ego ≻ and he will endlessly tease you for it ≻ he knows all the right buttons to push for this kink tbh.

+

“you’re so cute trying to take all my cock,” he teases, grinning at the way your face pinches up the deeper he sinks in.

“k-kenji!” you gasp, pressing your hands against his chest when the stretch becomes too much, your instincts tell you to push him away.

“hey now, none of that,” he chuckles, batting your hands away easily, “you should be grateful when i give you my cock, you know? i make you cum so hard but you want to be all whiny and act like a baby because it hurts.”

“s-sorry...i-it...it’s too big...” you whimper, bringing your hands up to press against his check once again.

he allows them to stay there this time, however, but continues to sink in despite your whining and complaining.

“you take me all the time, though,” he feigns a pout, cock throbbing when you whine as he finally bottoms out, “see? you can do so well when you’re not acting like a little bitch.”

-ˏ͛ inarizakiˏ͛-  

— shinsuke kita.

≻ he likes watching you struggle to take him bc its hot ≻ but he does not like when it hurts you ≻ even if you try to convince him you like when it hurts ≻ he’s not gonna go for it ≻ so a lot of prep goes into it for him ≻ he likes how easily he can make you cum ≻ and how much you have to stretch to accommodate him ≻ he finds it cute

+

you were so wet that you were dripping and you just wanted his cock so bad.

“please, shin,” you begged, arching your hips against his cock as he rutted against your folds, “i’m ready, please fuck me.”

he hummed, fisting his length to tap against your clit, making your thighs shake, “are you sure? i dont want to hurt you.”

“i-it won’t hurt please!” you cry, nearly at your wits end.

if he didn’t give you his cock soon, you were seriously going to go crazy. you had already been made to cum three times and you were just ready to be fucked.

you were about to open your mouth to whine again when he suddenly pressed the fat head of his cock against your entrance, pushing in. he watched your face closely for any signs of pain, his thumb finding your clit to swirl around the bud. your eyes rolled back and you let out a cry of pleasure; he was going so slow, making you feel every inch of him.

he couldn’t contain his smile when he felt the way your body was already trembling. he barely even had to do anything and you were already on edge again for him.

— atsumu miya.

≻ he’s like futakuchi ≻ but a little more cruel about it ≻ he likes to see you cry ≻ and hear you beg that his cock is just too big ≻ all while you tremble and cream on him ≻ he likes to make manipulate you a little bit into taking his cock to “make him proud” and so “you’re a good girl”

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“you’re so pretty when you’re crying for me,” he chuckles, watching the tears fall down your pretty face, lip tucked between your teeth as he works his thick cock in and out of your cunt, “c’mon, cry more for me. i love it.”

“y-you’re too big, ‘tsumu,” you sob, clutching the front of his shirt in your fists so hard your knuckles were white.

“yeah? does it hurt your little cunt?” he asks, a grin plastered on his face.

you nodded, making him click his tongue in disappointment, “if you’re not even grateful, i shouldn’t even be botherin'. after i was so nice too, makin' you cum on my tongue...but you can’t even let me stuff your pussy like i deserve, huh? too bad...i thought you were gonna be a good girl too.”

you whine, “i am a good girl.”

“yeah? then show me...” he grunts, feeling your juices beginning to drip down h is balls, “and take my cock without whinin’.”

— osamu miya.

≻ he knows his cock is big ≻ but he’s not overly cocky about it ≻ he’s also not very into watching you struggle to take it so much that it hurts ≻ he does, however, enjoy talking dirty to you ≻ about how your cunt looks when its being stuffed full ≻ or how tight you clench around him because he’s just too big.

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“you’re stretched so far,” he mutters, thumbing your clit as he grinds his hips to bury his length deeper, “does it hurt?”

“n-no!” you moan, “f-feels so good ‘samu...”

he smiles, soft and almost loving, “good, i want you to cum for me, yeah? make a mess like a good girl.”

“fuck,” you keen, arching your hips to try and take even more of him in, even though he had already bottomed out, “please, yes! ‘samu, yo-your cock is s’good...feel so full...”

he chuckles, pulling his cock back before sinking back into you with a gracious roll of his hips. your back arches and your cunt clamps down tight around him.

“you’re such a dirty girl,” he chuckles, beginning to properly fuck you, “begging for a cock too big, close to cumming when i haven’t even done anything...you should be ashamed...” he grins when his mean words make your pussy gush.

— rintarou suna.

≻ he’s sort of a lazy guy ≻ so he lets you use his cock how you want ≻ but ≻ he can’t deny that it fills him with satisfaction knowing how difficult it is for you to take his cock ≻ but he never actually helps you out ≻ he lets you do your thing, wearing a lazy smirk as you gasp when you take too much too fast and have to pop his cock back out to start again

+

although it didn’t feel nearly as good as when you were bouncing on his cock, he appreciated how pretty you looked as you ground yourself down on him. the movements stirred his cock within your walls, allowing him to touch every sweet spot you had.

“did you finally take all of me?” he asks, as if he can’t see or feel the way he’s buried completely within your spasming cunt.

you nod, biting your lip as you let your head fall back with a sigh, “feels good...”

“yeah? why don’t you be good and bounce for me then,” he asked, wearing a smirk that made your heart flutter, “it’s my cock you’re using, you might as well be nice and make me feel good too.”

you brace your hands on his chest and slowly rise up a bit before dropping your weight back down. he reaches even deeper and you can’t help but cry out. he reaches up to wrap his hands around your wrists, keeping your hands pinned down.

“you can do better than that,” he criticized.

determined to please him, you let almost all of his cock out before taking it once more with a quick move of your hips. he bumps your cervix and your body almost collapses as the painful pleasure the action brings.

all the while, he sits back and watches you impale yourself on a cock too big for you.

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Epiphany

A collection of  NCT werewolf AU stories.

Doyoung (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4) (pt. 5) (pt. 6) (pt. 7) (pt. 8) (pt. 9)

Summary: The wolf population kept decreasing and those who were left had a hard time trying to fit  into society. Sure, people didn’t consider them as dangerous as vampires, but wolves could still sense some hostility every time they did as much as go for a walk in a public place. Thanks to wolves’ natural magical abilities, NCT (one of the remaining packs) found a safe place among witches in a town where no one knew their secret, allowing some members to finally get a job, study and interact with others without fear of being rejected.

Life seems to finally be peaceful for them… except that wolves have needs, and one of those needs is finding their mate.

Pairing: Werewolf! Doyoung x Witch! female reader

Warnings: future smut

Before you got to finish your sentence, your phone was removed from your hand. You turn around to see Doyoung standing, staring at your phone in his hand, before turning it off and throwing it to the couch.

“Don’t talk to other males when your mate is right here.”

 You opened your mouth to say something but finally decided against it, waiting to see what he would do first. Would he act the way he did that time when he bit you? What was he thinking? Could he even think coherently while in heat? 

“Y/n,” his voice called for you.

“Y-yeah,” your throat felt so dry you had a hard time formulating a simple reply like that.

“Let’s talk,” he said and sat down again.

 Now that is something you didn’t see coming. Wasn’t he supposed to be horny? Wasn’t he going to make a move? Why were you disappointed? Control yourself Y/n! You’re mad at him. If he’s willing to talk now then it’s a great chance for you to break the bond and end things.

“Okay,” you said sitting on the opposite end of the couch. “Is there anything you want to say?”

“When did you and Taeyong become close?”

 “Seriously? That’s what you want to talk about?” you stared at him in disbelief, but he just stared back, his normally dark eyes showing a slight reddish shade. It was better not to anger him in this state. “He helped me get home that day when we...uh, you know.”

“When we what?” he asked.

“You know what I mean,” you said rolling your eyes.

“I’m not sure. Why don’t you remind me?” he was teasing you for sure, but his expression remained serious. You were not going to humor him.

“The day you ran away with cum in your pants,” you finally said. You thought he would be embarrassed or at least pissed, but he just continued staring at you, his fingertips tapping on his knee.

“Ah, yes of course. I remember now; you had a very intense orgasm too, didn’t you?” his voice lowered an octave and you visibly shivered, frustrated that he had this much effect on you with his voice only. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, “Oh god and you smelled just like this.”

 Great.Now you were wet. You just looked away like that would make the embarrassment disappear.

“It felt good, right baby?” you heard him shifting and even without looking you knew he was slowly crawling towards your end of the couch. “Imagine how good it woulf feel without those stupid clothes in the way-”

“You left me, Doyoung,” you spit back, finally looking at him. He halted his movements and you continued. “Yeah, you made me feel all those things but then you abandoned me. If you were not willing to take responsibility, then you shouldn’t have started anything in the first place.”

 He moved back to his end of the couch, but said nothing. He knew it was your turn to talk.

“Taeyong helped me, listened to me and took care of me when you should have done it. So yes, I got close to him while he was cleaning after your mess!” you yelled.

“But that doesn’t mean you can let him bite you!” he yelled back.

You stared at each other in silence for half a minute. 

“What?”, you finally asked. “Why would he bite me?”

“He told me you asked him for help to break our bond,” he said bitterly.

“Yeah, so?” you still didn’t get his point.

“So you know by now that being bitten by a… stronger alpha,” he said the last part through clenched teeth and cleared his throat, “like a pack leader, would mean he claimed you as his mate and nullify my mark.”

 You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at his beautiful face. He seemed as tired and frustrated as you, but what surprised you was that he could be this insecure when comparing himself to another werewolf.

“You got it all wrong, Doyoung. The reason I want to break the bond is not because I would rather be Taeyong’s mate,” he visibly flinched at that, but remained silent. “It’s because I respect myself enough to not want to be with someone who doesn’t want me.”

“I do want you-”

“I’m not finished,” you warned him and he closed his mouth and bit his lip. It was almost adorable how almighty TA Doyoung sat on your couch, so vulnerable and obedient. “If you wanted me you should have valued me.”

 He looked down at his lap, but said nothing.

“Still, I wouldn’t ask Taeyong to bite me,” you said and he quickly raised his head to look at you, almost relieved. “Not because of you, but because that would deprive him of the opportunity to meet his real mate. I guess you forgot a full moon potion can also get rid of an unwanted bond.”

 Doyoung stared at you dumbfounded as you stood up and went to the kitchen. He was so blinded by jealousy, he forgot there were potions out there that could solve basically anything.

 “Taeyong helped me make this,” you said, showing him a little jar containing a black liquid. “If I drink it I won’t feel attached to you anymore and I can go on with my life.”

“Then what should I do with what I feel?”

“I made one for you too, I’m not that cruel. Taeyong was going to deliver it to you, but I guess since you came all the way over here I can give it to you directly,” you handed him the potion but he didn’t take it.

“I don’t want it,” he said, blinking away some tears and looking away from you.

“Doyoung,” you sighed, leaving the jar on the table, “why would you torture yourself like that? Just drink it and start over.”

“Start over?” he asked incredulously, “You are my mate, I will never feel this way about anybody else. A potion can’t change that.”

“That’s your heat talking.”

“It 's not!”

“Yes it is! Just like that time; you only bit me because you were horny!”

“Because YOU make me horny. Do you think I just woke up feeling like fucking a random person? IT HAS TO BE YOU!”

“BECAUSE OF YOUR HEAT!”

“I WAS NOT IN HEAT THAT DAY!  I SIMPLY HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU. IS IT SO HARD TO BELIEVE?!”

“THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TAKING CARE OF ME INSTEAD OF TAEY-”

 With a growl, Doyoung grabbed your arm harshly and pulled you on the couch, hovering over you. His face was so close you could feel him panting heavily against your lips while his now red eyes scanned you predatorily.

 “Say his name one more time. I fucking dare you.”

You wanted to give yourself to him completely, but you didn’t want to repeat the same mistake.

“What now? Are you going to use me to get off and leave me again?”

“Quite the opposite. I won’t lay a finger on you,” he replied and stood up, walking towards the kitchen. “Is it okay if I get a glass of water?” he asked as he looked for a glass without waiting for an answer.

You sat up and stared at him with your eyes wide open and your heart beating like crazy. What the hell was that?!

 “You look confused, y/n,” he said when he came back with his glass of water. “Are you disappointed?”

“O-of course not!” you lied, “It’s just...You’re in heat-”

“And you think that means I will just fuck anyone to satisfy myself. Just like you think a wolf can’t make his own choices when he’s imprinted,” he said and took a sip of water. “But I’ll show you my heat doesn’t take my free will away from me.”

“Well, it’s not something you can control.”

“We’ll see about that,” he replied as he left his now empty glass next to the full moon potion. He looked down at you with eyes full of determination and said:

“I’ll spend my heat right here, looking at you, smelling how wet you are and pretending I can’t hear you touching yourself at night but, like I said, I won’t lay a single finger on you.”

[biderboy]

You Promised || J.P

a/n - i’m in a bad mood so u can be 2 !

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it’s not that you couldn’t believe it, because you could. you saw it with your own two eyes, you felt it in the way you hands shook and it felt like all the air was sucked from around you.

you thought it would be okay, you thought things would be fine. you should have known better, the universe was never that kind to you.

you wanted to laugh, even if it made you crazy, you felt like you’d seen it coming for months, for years.

you should have know it would happen now, in the midst of a war, on some saturday afternoon where you weren’t even suppose to be.

it always works that way doesn’t it? when the universe gives you james potter, but never really gives him to you.

cruel joke.

it didn’t matter, maybe you were meant to be there. after months of being on a mission tracking a group of death eaters, it’s the first “get together” you could make it to.

in the middle of a war it is kind of hard to see the people you grew up with.

but you made it, beaten and bloody and mentally scared to a degree, with blood on your hands that you couldn’t tell was yours or your enemies.

you made it.

you couldn’t be sure what to expect. you were hoping everyone was still there, that everyone made it. it’d been a good 5 months, and so much could happen.

and so much did apparently happen.

you reckon it could be your fault, not keeping in touch. it’s not like you could, it probably would have gotten you killed, but you still figured maybe it would stop the sinking feeling in your chest now.

as you stood, hands shaking and tears in your eyes, not from happiness, but a mixture of relief and disbelief.

lily evans stood in front of you, a soft smile on her face was a hand rested on her stomach.

and james potter stood next to her, a smile he used to only reserve for you, spread widely on his face, his own arm wrapped around the obviously pregnant women.

oh. okay.

it took the group a total of 50 seconds to realize you were standing there, and sirius was the first to rush up to you, wild grin on his face.

“y/n! you’re back!!!!” and he engulfed you in a hug, you weakly returned, half to be back in familiar, safe arms.

“i’m back.” and yet you couldn’t stop the voice crack, or the tears that still threatened to fall out.

if sirius noticed, he didn’t say anything, but his arms wrapped around you a bit tighter. as if he was holding you together, and at that point, maybe he was.

remus was there next, small smile and warm hands and a soft whisper of “i’m sorry”

as if the werewolf knew, and it wouldn’t be surprising if he did. he’s the only one who knew about you and james in the first place, and you reckon he’s the only one who really knew how these “missions” went down.

peter was there too, wrapping his arms around you and hugging tightly in a way only peter seemed to do, as if he thought he’d lose you within the next minute.

and for a moment things felt okay, things felt normal. you were home, you were alive, you were loved.

until they came along.

“y/n! we’re so glad your safe!” lily smiled, that wonderfully beautiful smile, she was practically glowing and though you were upset, no bone in your body could ever be mad at her.

you smiled, hugging her gently, minding the bump, “thank you lils”

“hey y/n, glad you’re back okay.” and there he was. still bright eyes, still soft smile that radiated all the stars in the universe.

you felt yourself melt, when he looked at you it felt like it was the only thing that mattered.

but it couldn’t matter anymore, not if the ring on lily’s finger was anything to go by.

“so, what did i miss?” you turned around, not bothering to hug the man, fearing you’d break down in more ways then one.

sirius perked up, puppy like, eager to spew everything you missed, and you listened intently, leaning back against remus on the sofa you both sat on.

“and evans and prongs are having a baby !!!”

yeah, that’s what you figured.

but sirius looked so happy, a light in his eyes you hadn’t seen since the news from regulus hit, and lily’s eyes were so warm and they deserved this, if anything else.

and a baby, a baby! that’s great, despite the way your breath caught in your throat, all the memories and kisses and whispers of praise and plans came flooding in. but you were good at acting, been going on for 6 months and counting, it’s hot so hard to lie once more.

“oh my!! that’s so wonderful! i’m so happy for you guys!” and a wide smile that nobody but maybe remus and peter saw through, and they were sold. case closed.

but james held your gaze, pain in his eyes as if he was the one hurting.

no, it wasn’t fair.

you excused yourself, looking for any reason to escape for 2 minutes. not hearing remus follow you out.

“it’s okay to want to punch him.” you heard from behind you, a voice so solid and real that you almost gasped out a cry.

(5 months alone does things that can’t just be undone.)

“i can’t just punch him moony.” you sighed, looking out towards the sunset, picking at the still dry blood on your hands.

you felt a hand on your back, so familiar you leaned into the werewolf and let a single tear fall from your eye.

because you wanted to punch him, you wanted to scream and yell and make him bleed the way you did for months while he was here fucking around with a redhead.

you wanted to make him hurt, you wanted to make his lungs close up and tears strain in his eyes, you wanted him to desperately claw at his throat and arms in hopes the pain would seep through his fingertips.

you wanted him to feel the earth unravel beneath him, to feel time stop ticking and all the color slowly fade from his view.

you wanted him to feel how you felt right now.

“he promised moony, he swore on his heart.” you brokenly whispered,no longer feeling your own heart beat in your chest, you wondered if it was even still there.

“and he broke it.” he whispered back, you could feel the tension in his shoulders and you smiled, remus was mad. remus was angry. remus probably knew from the moment he first saw the two together, he’d probably been waiting to knock james’ teeth in, and you would gladly let him.

no you wouldn’t, a voice whispered, and you wanted to yank your own lungs from your chest.

the voice was right.

because no matter how much pain he could cause, you still loves james potter.

you still thought about how his eyes shone in the moonlight, and how his hands fit almost perfectly in yours. for months you held onto the whispers and traced the same paths his fingertips once did.

and you loved him so much that you didn’t think twice leaving for the mission, to know james would be safe if you did your part, to know james would wait for you, like he promised.

and he always promised.

in 4th year when you had to go back home for summer, he smiled and held your hand, “we’ll be here for you when you get back.”

in 6th year when you were in the hospital wing, being transported to saint mugos, “i’ll do anything you need.”

when you graduated with tears in your eyes and stuttering breaths, “i’ll be right by your side.”

and when you took that mission, behind closed doors, breaths colliding and souls conjoined, he whispered, “ill wait for you.”

that’s the first promise he broke. maybe, maybe he broke more, but you didn’t want to think about it, couldn’t think about it by the voice that interrupted you.

“moony? can i talk to them?” you felt remus shake his head, but you stopped him.

“what do you want james?”

and remus didn’t leave, no he wouldn’t. unlike some people, he never did.

but you insisted, telling him it was fine even if it wasn’t, that it would only take a few minutes, yet it would take years to mend whatever james broke.

“i just wanted to-“

“if you’re here to say sorry save it, it would be a lie.” you cut off, looking back at your hands.

“y/n i just want you to know i’m glad you’re okay.” he whispered, the same way he used to in the room of requirement, or the latte nights in muggle towns, or sneaking into his kitchen at 4 am.

“yeah.”

it didn’t matter anymore, he was with lily, it was fine. meant to be even. the way he looked at her, the way she looked at him. lily deserved this.

you sat in silence for a few minutes, but the tears were back and the wind was cold now. you couldn’t just sit and pretend you knew why he did it, you didn’t know. the way he looked at you before you left was everything you could ever hope for, like he was saying goodbye to his world. and maybe, he was.

“you promised james.” you whispered, dejected in every way, finally meeting his eyes, they were as beautiful as you remembered, but they weren’t yours to love anymore.

“and i broke it.” he looked out to the setting sun, it was gone now, leaving behind a darkness that wouldn’t fade until early morning.

the sun left, and soon, james turned away, and left too.

[nightshade-minho]

-Caught-

Warnings: arranged marriage au, cheating, unprotected sex, lingerie, possession kink, marking kink, hate sex, nipple play, degradation, light bimbofication, oral (f. receiving), fingering, tying up, panty gag, kinda bratty reader, hyunjin cameo, implied threesome.

Wc: 2.2k

Seungmin knows you hate him. How could he not? The excessive eye rolling, the light scoffs- it was extremely obvious, almost painfully so.

His eyes ran over your glowing face, staring out of the window. Your eyes seemed to sparkle more than usual today, and he found himself putting down his fork momentarily to follow your gaze. The clatter of steel forced you back into the present though, and the light in your eyes was gone almost immediately as you looked back at him.

Silence.

You scoffed for the millionth time today, resuming your meal as Seungmin chanced a glance out of the window, wanting to see what had captivated your attention so intensely.

A tall man, standing on the deck with a tray in hand as he served the sunbathers lounging on their chairs. His hair was long and blond- his lips possibly the plumpest Seungmin's ever seen on a guy.

There it was again, that familiar rush of jealousy. How could you? Why were you so focused on a mere waiter when you had him? Someone who was willing to take care of you, give you everything you could ever want?

You stabbed a piece of meat, trying your best to avoid Seungmin's eyes as your heart thuds. He'd noticed. The question's going to come any second now...

"Do you know him?"

You snorted. "So what if I do?"

"You do realize you're my wife, right?"

"Oh, let it go. This marriage wasn't our choice, and you know that. I can do what I want."

"That doesn't change the fact that-"

Oh, fuck it. This was the final straw. Why did he have to keep doing this? Couldn't he just keep his mouth shut for a second, and let you live your life? It was bad enough that you had to spend it with him.

You stood up, gritting your teeth. "I'm going to my room."

"Our room-" He called out as you stormed out of the ship's restaurant, sighing. He looked back at the half eaten steak on his plate, ignoring the weird stares and curious whispers of the tables around him.

He could feel his anger boil up. It wasn't his fault, was it? So why the fuck were you acting like it was?

Seungmin still remembers your childhood together. Your families had known each other since the two of you were 5, up until he moved away in middle school.

The Y/n he's married to is nothing like the Y/n he'd known and loved. But...you were still under there somewhere. He just had to try his best to bring that out.

Three knocks.

Seungmin waited, the stretched silence making him raise his fist again. Before he could, he heard rustling sounds inside. He straightened as you opened the door, smiling widely.

"Oh you're finally here, Hy-"

Seungmin's glare wiped the smile right off your face.

"S-Seung-"

"Shut it." Seungmin couldn't believe his eyes. There you were, clad in dark lingerie, your hair tousled beautifully. You looked breathtaking. The cruel reality that this wasn't for him seeped in soon enough, though.

He felt his anger grow, unable to take it any longer. Enough was enough.

Pushing past you, he made his way into your room, scrutinizing eyes running over the bottle of wine and condoms laid out on the bed, along with the rose petals.

"You've gotten bold, huh? Planning to fuck another man in our hotel room? How stupid can you be?"

"I thought- I thought you'd be at the bar-"

"You thought? I don't think you even know how to do that, darling. Empty little brain. All it wants is cock, yeah?"

"N-no..." You swallowed, backing up against the bed as you wondered why you weren't feeling any frustration at your plans being ruined. No...his anger was turning you on, somehow.

Seungmin shook his head, walking closer to you. He leaned in, making sure his eyes were level to yours.

"I'm your husband, Y/n. We haven't kissed yet though, let alone fucked. Why is that?"

"B-because you're vile. And I hate you." You snapped, not wanting him to know the truth. To be honest, you were afraid having sex with Seungmin would make it impossible to deny how much you wanted him...yes, you still hadn't forgiven him for leaving you, but that didn't mean his presence didn't make you feel fuzzy to this day.

"I know you hate me, love. That doesn't explain why you're pressing your thighs together right now." He smirked.

You opened your mouth to protest, nothing coming out. Ugh, he'd caught you. Yet again.

"I hate you." You blubbered out, unable to think properly as Seungmin moved forward, body pressing against yours as the backs of your knees hit the bed.

"Getting a little repetitive there, baby."

You stayed quiet, letting him push you onto the bed, your back colliding with the mattress as he hovered over you.

"You really made an effort, hm?" He mumbled to himself, his fingers tracing over your sides as you squirmed.

"Yeah, not for you though." You said abruptly, accidentally letting out a groan as he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin, the delicious sting spreading throughout your body like vines.

"Of course. For the blond, right?"

"Yeah." You said, smirking as he traced his fingers lower, over the lace of your panties and dangerously close to your clit.

"How long have you been fucking the bastard?"

"Since we got on this ship? Thrice." You shrugged nonchalantly, enjoying the anger flaring up in Seungmin's eyes.

He shook his head, index finger circling your clit teasingly, not giving you the stimulation you craved. A few more seconds of this torture, and you started growing even more impatient, bucking your hips lightly and letting out a frustrated groan.

"Ugh if you're going to fuck me, do it already! Hyunjin would be well on his way to making me cum by now."

Seungmin grinned, leaning in extremely close to your ear. "I'm not Hyunjin, sweetheart." The whisper was filled with malice, and dread rose up in your stomach as you tilted your head to the side. His voice sent tingles of pleasure down you, the raspy quality of it soaking your panties.

“I’ll let you cum when I want to.” He murmured, moving down to press a kiss to your clit. You whimpered, a hand coming down to grip his hair as he placed his hands on your thighs, spreading them apart. 

Seungmin slid your panties to the side, humming at the sight of your drenched folds. “Fuck, you want this so bad, don’t you?” He ran his finger up and down your slit, collecting your arousal and holding it up for you to see.

“Tell me, who’d you get this wet for?”

You were planning to lie. Yet, as Seungmin leaned back to pull his shirt off, all you could think of was how he’d feel inside you. 

“You.” You grumbled, the truth tumbling out, much to Seungmin’s delight. 

“That was quick.” He smirked, breath ghosting your pussy and making you needier. “I thought it would take a little more work to get you to admit it.”

He left a kiss on your folds, the contact making you squirm. “Fine, since you’re so good, I’ll give you what you want.” A second later, his tongue was nuzzling your slit, poking it in, causing you to arch your back in white-hot pleasure.

Seungmin moaned against you, reaching up to tweak your nipple, ripping a whine out of you. Ah, he was so, so good at this. But you couldn’t let him know that, now could you? For the sake of your pride, at least.

“Is that all you’ve got? Tsk, it’ll be midnight before I get to cum, I guess.”

A wry chuckle against your pussy lips, as he pressed his fingers to your entrance, sliding his digits into your tight heat. “Shh, I won’t hesitate to gag you with your panties, love.”

You grumbled, the sound transitioning into a choked moan as Seungmin started thrusting his fingers into you, lips wrapped around your clit. 

“You like that?” He asked, nibbling your clit lightly. You groaned loudly, tugging at his hair as harshly as you could to try and get a rise out of him.

Seungmin pulled away, glaring up at you. “You’ve got some nerve.” He pulled out his fingers, the wet squelch igniting something within him as he sat up, sliding off the bed to go over to his wardrobe. You whined at the loss of contact, watching him as he found a tie, coming back to you.

“I’d love to be able to tie you up completely, but I don’t have the patience right now.” He growled lowly, grabbing your hands and holding your wrists together before tying them. He made sure the knot was tight.

Another whine, this one longer and needier, purposefully designed to infuriate him. He rolled his eyes, sliding your panties off your legs quickly and bringing them to your mouth.

“Fucktoys don’t deserve to be able to use their voice.” He whispered, frowning when you shook your head firmly, sticking your tongue out at him.

“What are you, five?” He asked, scoffing as he pinched your nose out of nowhere, causing you to open your mouth to be able to breathe. As soon as he did, he stuffed the material into your mouth, making you let out a defeated groan.

You whimpered around your gag as Seungmin kicked his pants off along with his underwear, discarding them onto the floor. 

The sight of his cock, long and pink with a gentle curve, was mouth-watering. You tried not to let your eagerness show as he spread your legs again, fitting himself between them.

He slid the tip of his cock up and down your folds, smirking down at you as he slowly plunged his cock into you, the stretch inducing a low, muffled moan to bubble out of you.

Soon, he was thrusting into you, beginning to set a consistent pace. He groaned, the sight of your pleasure-stricken face provoking him to go faster. You mewled softly, clenching around him as he rammed into you, his heavy cock hammering your sweet spot right away. 

"Yeah? How does my cock feel, baby? Better than...fuck, better than his?" He asked, his hips driving into yours repeatedly.

You couldn’t help but nod, wishing you could throw your arms around his neck and pull him closer. Seungmin’s lips parted in a moan, and you found yourself wishing you could feel them pressed against yours. Ugh, you were a mess of emotions. For now, you were ripped back to reality as Seungmin slipped the straps of your bra off your shoulders, pulling your breasts out of the cups. His fingers ran over your nipples, making them harden in front of his eyes as he continued to pound into you.

You were close. So, so close. You clenched around him, trying to let him know that you were about to cum. Seungmin arched his neck, one hand coming down to grip at your waist, moving you to meet his thrusts.

“You gonna cum, baby?”

You nodded, eyes closed tightly as Seungmin leaned down to suck on your neck. “Fuck. You’re mine, you know that?” He snarled, biting at the smooth skin as he left another mark, lower than the first one. “Gonna mark you up so well. Make sure everyone knows you belong to me, and only me.”

His words drove you closer to the edge, the pleasure building as Seungmin licked at the shell of your ear, his voice low. “My slut, to use as I please.”

That was the final push you needed, as you came hopelessly, unable to scream like you wanted to. Your legs shook as Seungmin continued slamming his cock into your pussy, mumbling about how tight and perfect you felt.

Suddenly, a heavy knock sounded throughout the room, causing you to snap out of your post-orgasm daze.

Seungmin's hips stilled as the knocking on the door resumed after a few seconds of silence. You looked up, exhausted senses trying to register the sound.

"Y/n?? It's me, open up!" 

The sound of Hyunjin’s voice brought you back to the present, your eyes widening. Seungmin turned back to you, a breathless chuckle falling off his tongue as he sat up, still inside you. "Oh baby, looks like your little booty call's finally arrived."

Exhausted, you couldn't find it in yourself to reply, your head falling back onto the fluffy pillow. At this point, you didn’t really care if he was mad at you. Your pussy was still throbbing, wrapped tightly around his cock. Besides, you loved his anger.

"Y/n, we haven't got much time, my break ends soon."

Seungmin sighed, pulling out of you slowly and standing up to go over to the door. Confused, you sat up. Before you could fully process what he was about to do, he'd already opened the door.

Wait-

"Oh, hey. Hyunjin, is it? I'm Y/n's husband. You wanna join me and play with her a bit? Don't worry, I don’t mind sharing my toys once in a while."

HAPPY SEUNGDAY!

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Here to Misbehave (Pt. 14 | S.R.)

Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Finale |

Summary: Separated and terrified, Spencer and Reader rely on their unique skills to survive. The team, minus Penelope and Derek, don’t know who the strange girl in the bank is, but they find out very interesting things about her history.

A/N: I don’t know how banks work. Idk how heists work. I know nothing. I hope you enjoy it anyway! Couple: Spencer/Fem!Reader 
 Category: ANGST. Just. All of it. All of the angst. Every bit. 
 Content Warning: Gun violence, discussions of death and dying Word Count: 10k

MASTERLIST

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“Hello, my name is (y/n)(y/l/n) and I’m calling from the Bank of America on K St. Northwest to report shots fired. The shots sounded like burst-fire from multiple semiautomatics.”

When adrenaline kicks in, there are a lot of things that don’t feel real. Time seems to warp into some ominous presence weighing down on you, but your body has never felt lighter.

“Ma’am, where are you?” Her voice sounded so far away. My own just felt foreign, like it belonged to someone else entirely.

“I’m inside the bathroom. Listen, I might not have a lot of time. There’s a federal agent inside the bank. His name is SSA Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. Call...”

My mouth blanked on the names of the two men Spencer talked about the most. I’d met them both, why couldn’t I remember?

Several more shots rang through the building as an answer. It was enough to shake loose the names, which flowed from me before I could even comprehend where they came from.

“Call SSA Aaron Hotchner and… Derek Morgan.”

“Can you remain on the line?” She sounded insistent — which is against their protocol by the way. My eyes were glued to the bathroom door’s hinges.

“Only until the door opens.”

The sentence conveyed my thoughts without actually forming the words. Once that door opens, I’m probably going to die. It wasn’t a completely irrational fear.

“Okay. I need you to remain calm. Did you see any of the gunmen?”

Jesus, it was like everything I’d just told her had gone completely over her head. “No, I’m in the bathroom.”

“Does the agent have his service weapon?”

“No.”

If she didn’t ask me a question I could say yes to soon, I was going to lose my fucking mind.

I tried not to think about Spencer outside, but I couldn’t help it. All of my thoughts were on him, even before the commotion.

Was he even still alive?

“Help is on the way, Ms. (Y/l/n).”

“Please hurry.”

My entire body shook from the hormones, my instincts telling me to do anything besides sit crouched on a toilet in a bathroom stall. I don’t even know why I bothered hiding. They would definitely kick them in, or just shoot straight through the doors.

“We’ve contacted Agent Hotchner and he’s also on his way.”

Finally, some good fucking news. I released my breath as quietly as I could, closing my eyes for just a moment to compensate for the fact I hadn’t blinked in several minutes.

“Thank you,” I whispered, clutching the phone like it could actually do something for me past this point. But it couldn’t. No amount of breathing exercises would help me through this one.

Suddenly, there was movement outside the door. A crowd of people were shuffling past the door, and I heard the distinct sound of a toddler wailing.

“I have to go.”

“Wait, don’t hang up—“

I couldn’t wait, though. With trembling hands, I erased the evidence that I’d ever called them in the first place. And then I resumed my position as a sitting duck; quietly and as ready as I ever could be.

I listened for his voice, but I never heard it.

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Three seconds.

Did you know that a semiautomatic weapon can fire up to three rounds per second, depending on how fast the user can pull the trigger?

After the first shot is fired, no one moves. Puzzled and alert, people are paralyzed. Your first reaction is to look for the source of the sound. It’d been a second before I turned to see the three armed people and two dead security guards behind me.

It takes the average person one and a half seconds to cognitively process that they're in a potentially life-threatening situation. It takes another .7 seconds for a physical response to kick in.

Three seconds.That was long enough for a maximum of nine shots per person to be fired- twenty-seven shots in total; it was long enough for the air to be filled with the sudden outburst of helpless screams the patrons of the bank, and it was long enough for me to realize that I didn’t have my gun and that my girlfriend wasn’t by my side.

“Everybody get down on the ground!”

Amid the chaos, I felt that all too familiar twisting sensation in my gut that begged time to reverse just enough for this to be a dream. Enough time to reverse the decisions that led us here.

But time was a cruel mistress, and she did not plan to bend to the whims of mankind, no matter how desperate.

Another deafening burst of sound rang through the air, shots fired into the ceiling now as myself and the others fell to the ground.

My gaze was fixed on the bathroom entrance. I couldn’t breathe. Please, I begged, stay hidden.

“Listen up! If everyone does what we say, you can all go back to your boring fucking lives.”

Injuries occur in less than two percent of bank robberies. Deaths occur in less than one. Saturdays are the second to least likely day for a robbery to take place. In the past 5 years, less than 10 people have been killed in bank robberies, and most of them were the perpetrators. Statistics usually calmed me down and helped me focus.

But these people didn’t care about statistics. They were defying the odds I had just recited to myself. They had already killed two people. Our luck was already stacked against us.

“Take everything out of your pockets and put it in front of you.”

As soon as the order was given, I was running through an inventory of everything in my pockets. It didn’t take me long to realize that with a cursory inspection of the items, they would figure out who I was.

But what were the odds that they would actually scrutinize them? I figured they were fairly low; you don’t rob a bank to get cheap jewelry and petty cash, even in a bank. What were the odds they would notice if I left something in my pocket — especially if my wallet was in front of me. If it wasn’t large enough to be a weapon, and I put out my objects of value, why wouldn’t I put out the rest of the contents?

So I decided to take the risk, removing my wallet while retaining my separate identification.

Luckily, the attention seemed pretty far removed from me. If I wasn’t too busy being extremely grateful, I might have been offended that they didn’t consider me a threat in the building.

“Alright ladies, all of you get up and follow my lovely friend here. You’re going on a little trip. Fellas, you stay right where you are.”

The sound of my heart pounding drowned out the instructions that weren’t intended for me. It was fine, I hadn’t planned on moving, anyway. As long as I could see the door to the bathroom, I was perfectly fine right where I was.

But I still felt for the terrified women that were shakily rising to their feet. To my right, I saw a woman struggling to hold a small infant. My heart was fracturing at the struggle, wishing I could help her. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk doing anything that might draw attention to myself.

I felt like a traitor. I felt useless. I was quite literally trained to handle this exact situation, but now that I was here, I couldn’t move. I wasn’t thinking about strategy or how to maximize efficiency; all I was thinking about was her.

“Jake!” A woman’s voice screamed from the other side of the room. When I turned, I heard the sound of a rifle cracking against bone before the man hit the ground.

“Jake, huh?” The man above him laughed, using the business end of the rifle to turn the disoriented man on his side. “Well, Jake, how would you feel about your girlfriend watching you die?”

“Please don’t hurt him!” The woman sobbed, scrambling up off the floor that she’d resisted leaving. I wondered if (y/n) would have refused to leave me, too.

The man prodded the woman with the gun, urging her to follow the rest while simultaneously providing easy enough instructions. The man apparently named Jake made a few noises of desperate protest as he watched her leave.

“Shut the fuck up!”

“I’m sorry,” Jake pleaded, “I’m sorry, please don’t hurt her. I’ll be quiet.”

Smart man. I understood his hesitancy, though. His girlfriend kept her neck craned back until she was no longer in sight, gazing back at him for as long as she physically could. I closed my eyes just for a moment, to try and combat their current strain.

Unfortunately, just like it always seems to happen, that’s when they spoke the words I had been dreading.

“Hey, you check the bathrooms yet?”

“Nah, I got it.”

I closed my eyes tighter now, scared that if I opened them, I’d give myself away. There was no possible way that I could hide the terror I currently felt. To be fair, I think it was only natural to be scared — but not like this.

There was a loud crashing noise of doors slamming, and the voice I knew better than I knew my own reached my ears, making sounds I’d never heard from her before.

Don’t fight them. I pleaded again, Please, don’t fight them.

“Let go of me!” She screamed as the door to the bathroom swung open. Unable to keep my eyes shut any longer, I opened them to see her clawing at the ground as she was dragged out by her ankle. “I can walk by myself! Let go of me!”

I wasn’t sure if she didn’t see me in the commotion, or if she’d just made the decision to act like she hadn’t. Either way, I was grateful. Still, my worries were justified as one of the three unsubs walked over to me.

“Why are you looking at her like that? You know her?”

Craning my head up, I shook my head no. It must not have been very convincing; the rage in my heart at them for thrusting her into this situation evident in my eyes.

“You wanna play hero, kid?”

“Sorry. No.” I muttered, taking a deep breath in a failed attempt to regulate my heart rate or my voice, “She’s… very loud. I get headaches.”

“Yeah well, deal with it.”

That might have been the end of it, if I’d played my hand better. But it turned out that the risk I had previously elected to take was woefully miscalculated. I didn’t meet their eyes anymore, knowing that doing so might threaten whatever frail illusion of masculinity they possessed.

It still didn’t stop them from holding the gun to my head.

“Empty your pockets.”

“Okay. I can do that, but I have to put my hand in my pocket.” I explained, moving my shaking hand to my back pocket, “It’s not a weapon.”

For once, I was grateful that I was the resident wimp when it came to stressful situations. Sure, I could handle myself, but I definitely didn’t look like I wanted to be there. Had I been any more of a visible threat, I was certain they would have figured out my identity long before this point. They might even have killed me right away.

“Hurry up.”

Swallowing hard, I pulled the identification from my pocket, flipping it open and holding it up for him to see, my gaze aimed fully forward. He snatched the badge away, a cheeky chuckle and a smile in his words.

“FBI, huh? Well, aren’t we lucky. You just became our most valuable player.”

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Morgan arrived on the scene relatively unhurried and mostly just curious. The information Garcia had sent over text message was vague, likely due to the crime being a local one. Nothing about this seemed to be the BAU’s usual fare.

It took him almost no time to find Hotch, dressed in casual clothing, surrounded by the massive response team swarming around the bank. But Hotch hadn’t spotted him yet, fully involved with SWAT.

“What’s going on?”

Finally turning to notice his arrival, Hotch gave his normal matter-of-fact report in his simple, succinct manner. “Three people stormed the bank approximately 20 minutes ago and killed two security guards. There are 19 confirmed hostages inside the bank.”

But there was one significant detail that seemed to be missing, and Morgan started to scan the crowd for familiar faces as he spoke. “Hotch, this doesn’t sound like anything we’ve been working on. Why are we responding?”

“The caller alerted us that Reid is inside.”

The words were so unexpected that Morgan actually did a double take, his eyebrows furrowed and bowed as he replayed them in his head. “Wait, how did the caller know that?”

“I don’t know,” Hotch said with an equally perplexed look, gripping tighter to the communicator in his hand, “but she referred to us and him by name.”

‘She?’ Morgan thought, his heart stopping for a second as he excused himself from Hotch’s side, pulling out his phone and frantically calling Garcia, who had already made her way to the BAU.

“Hey there handsome.” It was a mild nickname for the famed Penelope Garcia, but Derek knew that she was probably already in a tough spot. After all, it’s not every day that one of their own is in these situations. At least, not unexpectedly.

“Hey Garcia, do you have eyes on the people in the bank?”

He could hear the feverish click-clacking of keys on the other end, followed closely by her equally frantic voice. “I’m working on it but so far I can only see the main lobby. They separated the women and the men for some reason. Why would they do that?”

“Just focus,” he calmly reminded, “Can you see the women?”

“No. All the women and children were moved to the back.”

Rubbing his face to try and relieve the tension that had quickly made its home over his jaw, Morgan glanced over at the entrance to the bank. It was strange to think that so much had happened so quickly.

Garcia had mentioned twice now that the women had been moved to the back, and he was trying to figure out why they would do that beyond the usual control mechanisms.

“I’m trying to see in the back now, but apparently banks take their video surveillance far more seriously than everything else. Last I checked, a camera never stole money or fired a gun!”

“Focus, babygirl.” It was an instruction for himself just as much as it was for her.

“Sorry, I’m nervous, and you know how I get when I’m nervous!” She squeaked, “I don’t like seeing you guys on my screens. I’d much rather see you in person, safe and sound and preferably smiling.”

Trying not to lose his patience, Morgan just sighed. It wasn’t her fault. It was no one’s fault, except that of the bastards who just had to go and ruin a perfectly nice weekend.

“Can you at least tell me who the caller was? Did they call from inside?”

“They were inside and, one second, let me check, it was... oh.” Her voice cut off abruptly, dropping into a high pitched, desperate whisper. “Oh no.”

“What?”

“It’s... the girl from the movies,” Garcia’s voice got faster and more panicked, “Derek, it’s (y/n). It’s Reid’s girlfriend. Reid’s girlfriend is inside the bank.”

Now that his suspicions had been confirmed, he wasn’t really sure what to do with the information. Because now that he knew Reid wasn’t alone, he felt the need to tell Hotch.

A profiler with a loved one involved was in dangerous territory. It wasn’t just Reid, but Morgan had personally seen just how unhinged Reid could get when it came to (y/n).

“Can you see her?” He asked, his voice lower than it was before.

“Oh, god, yes! I can!” It was not the kind of excited exclamation Morgan had hoped to hear, but at least he had confirmation she was alive. “She was in the bathroom but… They’re dragging her away…”

Morgan had tried not to pry too far in his best friend’s life before, and he took a moment to consider whether his next request was honestly necessary, or if he was just trying to find a reason to snoop.

But he wasn’t. There was something off about that girl. It wasn’t that she was bad or wrong, but she was far too comfortable in situations that didn’t call for it. The way she carried herself told him that she had held her own hand too often.

“Garcia, I know I’ve already done this to you once but... I need you to tell me everything you can find on her.”

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My entire body ached; the sensation of an unfamiliar hand clenched tightly around my ankle burned long after I was released. It was definitely sprained, at the very least. I didn’t dare try to touch it, though. It wouldn’t be worth the trouble, and the bristling discomfort kept me where I was.

Which, for now was on my knees in the backroom of a bank lobby. Beside us was a large, heavily reinforced steel door with way too many different contraptions. I decided then that this whole arms race between burglars and corporate America had gotten a little fucking ridiculous.

But however annoyed I was by that, I was far more irritated by the hushed bickering between the man and woman holding rifles on the other side of the room. I could only hear every couple of words, but I got the gist of what they were arguing about.

Apparently, they’d never heard of an alarm system that’s connected to locks, which seemed extremely stupid for people who had gotten this far. In hindsight, that should have been my first clue that something was off about this entire situation.

Still, I couldn’t deal with them making the same fucking arguments over and over, so eventually I blurted out what I’m certain any millennial in the room would know. “The keycard won’t work if they’ve sounded the alarm.”

The statement earned me a gun to my face, and after a brief second of confusion, I flinched away from the cold metal of the barrel.

“What was that, sweetheart?” She was clearly looking to gauge my reaction rather than actually ask me to repeat the information. That was fine. I wasn’t exactly a talented actress, and I didn’t see the point in pretending to be meek.

If she was going to kill me, she was going to do it. Although I was certain Spencer would disagree, I chose to believe that our fate is dictated long before it happens. I was not a profiler; if I survived, it would be because I had been taught to survive through brute force and spite rather than calm negotiation.

“The keycard system is linked to the alarms,” I said, slower now, “Someone hit the alarm, so the cards aren’t going to work. You’ll need to use the old school keys.”

Her eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a much lower register as she crouched down to my height. “How would you know? You work here?”

“No, my dad worked security.” It wasn’t a lie as much as it was an understatement, but she didn’t need to know that. I guess that’s one of those good things growing up with the dad I did; I got very comfortable speaking in vague generalities. Spencer hated it.

“Well, your daddy isn’t here to help you now.”

Wasn’t that the damn truth. But that didn’t mean I was alone, I reminded myself. Despite being dragged and my vision turned literally upside down, I had caught a glimpse of him in the lobby. He was alive. That thought alone was keeping me sane right now.

“The different keys you need for an override are probably kept on separate people so one person can’t do it alone. Probably the different managers.” I muttered, nodding to the side where one of the employees flinched at my words. Anything to get away from the fucking gun in my face.

“Is she right?” The woman sneered to the manager, turning her full attention to someone else. I felt a little guilty, since the poor manager seemed a lot less put together than I was. But hey, they needed her, too.

“Yes, I already gave you my keys,” she squeaked, holding her trembling hands up, “Th-There’s another set behind the desk I think.”

“Would you look at that...” It was the first time the man in the room addressed me since he had pulled me out of the stall, and I had to admit I wasn’t exactly a fan of his. But at the same time, I knew that he was going to be remarkably more receptive to me than the woman. She seemed to be the one who was actually in charge.  

“Little miss problem was actually helpful,” he cheered, raising his weapon to point to the ceiling as he approached me. I chewed nervously on my cheeks, trying to meet his eyes but finding them uncomfortably bare.

“You should turn off the camera too, I’m just saying.” This time I didn’t nod, using one cautious finger to point to the small device that was currently staring right at me. I understood that it was probably helpful to Spencer’s team to be able to see, but I wasn’t really keen on my death being videotaped... as well as anything else I might end up doing.

‘Never leave a trace.’ That’s what I’d always heard.

‘Keep’em guessing. Even if you think it’s gonna kill you, because you don’t want to live with that over your head.’

“Fine. Do that and go get the keys.” He sounded intrigued, and I felt his searing gaze against my face.

“I think you should do it.”

The tension from before, when the two were arguing, had quickly resurfaced. She clearly didn’t trust him to be alone in the room, which solidified my belief that she was calling the shots, and he was just being dragged along for the ride.

In another life, I might have respected her ability to order stupid men around.

“Why the fuck is that?” He snapped, earning a bored roll of her eyes. The next thing out of her mouth was expected, but unfortunately the last thing I wanted to hear.

“I want to talk to her alone.”

Great. And naturally, her idea of ‘talking’ to me included weaponry. Using the end of the gun to tilt my head up to her, she gave a suspicious smile.

“Why are you helping us?”

“I want to go home.” It was my immediate and instinctual answer. It was the truth. I was helping them because I wanted to get the fuck out of here.

But you know, people expect everyone to have a squeaky-clean moral compass, so I decided to give a few more reasons.

“And I don’t give a shit about a massive corporate bank. I was just here to go to the bathroom– I don’t even have an account here.”

Maybe that was too many reasons, because just as her hesitance waned, it was back in full force. Shoving the barrel against my throat, she sneered, “I don’t believe you. You’re too comfortable with a gun in your face. You a cop, too?”

Cop?

I tilted my head to the side, baring more of my throat to her as I drawled, “Who’s a cop?”

For once, I was glad that Spencer had made such a point of reassuring me that he was not ‘a cop,’ because otherwise I’m certain the terror would have been obvious in my eyes. But for now, I could trust the numb apathy that was washing over me.

Please don’t be talking about Spencer. Please don’t know that. Good things never happened to law enforcement in situations like this. Hell, the two security guards had been dead in seconds.

“I think you know.” She was smiling, and I realized that this fucking psychopath was sharper than she wanted me to think.

“I don’t.” The words were said through clenched teeth, and I prayed that she would see them as insistent anger over the fear that lie beneath them, “And why would you kill me if I was helping you?”

She smiled, drawing the weapon up and down my throat until it landed lower at my chest. The movements were slow and light, a playful glint in her eyes when they met mine again.

“For fun.”

I didn’t move a muscle, my body remaining tense under her ministrations as I forced myself to hold my gaze steady. If she wanted fear, she wouldn’t get it from me.

“Then do it.”

The look she gave me told me she had seriously considered it, probably a little annoyed with my presence. But there was something else there, too, that same soft recognition that in another reality we might have been friends. I’m sure she saw herself in me a little bit; or at least somebody useful.

This confirmed my suspicion that I’d never really be able to read a psychopath. I didn’t understand how Spencer could do it every day. It’d only been a few minutes alone with her and I could feel myself losing the happy memories of the day.

Luckily, the man returned at the same time I saw a plan developing in her mind.

“Hey, come help me,” he called to her. Her response was surprisingly swift, the metal that was tracing over my collar bones disappearing without another word. He was holding a small bag of money, which seemed to seriously irritate the woman.

“Did you get that money from behind the counter?” I asked it before she had a chance. I wanted him to trust me. Or at least look at me more. It wasn’t that I wanted his attention as much as I knew I could distract him fairly easily.

He looked over at me, a dumbfounded look on his face. Men are so fucking stupid, I thought. The pissed off expression on his partner’s face told me that she agreed.

“It’s going to explode if you mess with it or it leaves the area. Probably with tear gas. If you’re escaping in a car, you’re not gonna want it.”

“Yeah, we know about dye packs, bitch.” She snapped, grabbing the bag of money and tossing it to the side of the door they intended to use.

I stared at the locks they hadn’t even bothered trying to touch. The same locks they apparently didn’t look up or know anything about when they came. Suddenly it hit me why this all felt so very off.

It was strange enough that no one was wearing a mask, and as far as I’d heard, no one was really trying to get out of this situation. I was certain that by this point there was a large crowd of armored men outside.

“Just trying to help,” I muttered as I started to scan the room, looking for telltale signs of tampering. The anxious whispering of the man distracted me just long enough to get more information.  

“Won’t that set off some shit? Chain reaction shit?”

“Shut the fuck up,” the woman responded with a swift elbow to his gut as she started to walk away, “you are an absolute moron.”

As soon as she was out of earshot, I heard the faint curses that fell from his lips. As he picked up the bag just to toss it away again, I noticed the presence of odd packages in the corner of the room. He really did not want exploding dye packs near those boxes, which seemed remarkably out of place.

“Why does she think she’s in charge?” I asked, finally ripping my eyes away from the objects that now seemed glaringly obvious. “You two guys outnumber her.”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you.”

Relaxing my body as much as I could, I shifted back and forth on my knees, rubbing the tired muscles of my thighs. “I may have been told that once or twice.”

He actually chuckled; his eyes drawn to my legs like the absolute moron he so obviously was. She definitely had gotten that one right. The other women in the room were watching me, but I tried not to pay them any mind.

I didn’t know when or why they decided to let me do whatever I wanted, but I appreciated their apparent comfort in letting me try to kill myself. He made his way over to the boxes, each a specific size and shape. He carried them so carefully.

“I figure there’s no point in being scared if I’m going to die anyway.” I finally said. Shocked gasps and whispers filled the room, but I didn’t divert my attention to them– No matter how much I wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up.

They would distract me from the way his mouth curled into a smile when he closed the gap between us, his hand sliding down my head and over my shoulder to follow the braid Spencer had meticulously woven an hour before.

“How about you just shut up and sit pretty for me, sweetheart.” I tried not to let the disgust show as his hand slid behind my neck, holding my head so that I had to look up at him. “You seem like you’d be real good at that.”

Ha! If only Spencer could hear him say that. But I could play the good girl for just long enough.

“Do you need help?” I asked with a tiny shrug, “I might be little but I’m pretty strong.” Strong enough to break your fucking hand if you don’t get it off of me.

“Nah.” He ordered, his hand on my neck getting tighter. “But I don’t doubt that you could be useful. You look real good on your knees.”

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might be visible through my ribs. I just needed an excuse to move. If he could give me an excuse to move, I could do so many things.

“Please let me help,” I begged, raising my hand to his forearm against my shoulder. His eyes began to shift, moving just enough to tell me that he wanted to look to the hallway. He could hear her footsteps, too. She was coming back, and I only had a few seconds left.

Once both of my hands were on his arm, I got the feeling he knew something even worse was coming for him.

“I’d love a chance to get to show you how helpful I really am.”  

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Hotch had spent the past five minutes on the phone with the male unsub in the lobby, and the conversation was going absolutely nowhere. For whatever reason, they just seemed to deflect any opportunity provided to them.

They didn’t seem to give a shit about anything beyond pushing the buttons of each person they interacted with. Which, they did quite successfully.

“Didn’t realize one pig would bring the whole flock of you here,” he laughed, clearly motioning to Spencer on the video, “How bad do you want him back?”

“What do you want?” He responded without hesitation or a surprise. It was such an expected question to ask that he’d barely even thought about his words before they came out.

“Easy. A chopper, and for you to fuck off.”

That was the equally stereotypical response, meaning it was entirely unhelpful to them. From what they could deduce, they were equally confused as to why this heist seemed to follow all the rules, but match none of the motivations. It was like it was a show, a game, rather than an actual attempt to maximize profits.

“We can do the helicopter, but we can’t give you a pilot.”

“That’s fine,” he responded with a shrug, “Don’t need one.”

It was the first piece of useful information he’d gotten so far on the call. Because if they didn’t need a pilot, it meant one of two things: either one of them possessed the skill themselves, or they weren’t ever intending to use the helicopter.

Briefly pulling the phone away, Hotch turned to Morgan. “Tell Garcia to check our list with people with pilot’s licenses or any other connection that might provide them the skills to fly a helicopter.”

He returned to the call, continuing the usual script for these situations, trying not to act like he’d learned anything new.

“Can you release the women and children?”

“Nah,” the guy said with a chuckle, “I’ll wait.”

Hotch listened to the sound of the receiver for a moment, staring at the entrance to the bank like it would provide him the answers he still needed. He had his suspicions of what might be happening, but with no eyes in the back anymore and the trigger-happy group that had formed around him, he wouldn’t have the resources to convince them not to go in guns blazing.

“We’re ready to move in.” Which is exactly what they had requested.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He stated before finally moving to look at the man next to him, “Something isn’t right here.”

“Yeah, a lot isn’t right here. There’s 19 innocent people in there.”

It didn’t really matter how many times he went through this situation; the results always seemed to be the same. No one listened, even when it wasn’t one of their men inside.

“Storming the building isn’t going to help them. There are three armed perpetrators inside, and they’re each in a different area. It would be impossible for us to take out all three at once. Especially now that we can’t see in the back. There could be explosives in there for all we know.”

The man was unpersuaded.

“If we can’t save them all, minimizing casualties is the name of the game.”

“Wait a few more minutes. I’m waiting to hear back from our analyst. If they have the capability of flying a plane, its highly likely they also have the knowledge and skills to create weapons that we aren’t currently prepared to handle.”

Although still unconvinced, the man grudgingly gave in to the request. Hotch closed his eyes, trying to be grateful for the extremely small victory; they’d gained a few more minutes. But the relief was short lived, with Morgan putting his phone aside for a second to mutter the same thing Hotch was thinking.

“Hotch, these people are way too confident. It’s like they know there’s a way out.”

As soon as he said the words, the two just looked at each other.

“Garcia, can you also check for any other way out of the bank?” He asked, walking back over to the table laid out under the nearby tent. This would have been a great time for Reid to be here, he thought as he stared at the ridiculously complicated schematics.

He understood they didn’t want people to be able to figure them out (so they couldn’t rob the bank), but this was just ridiculous. It looked ancient.  

“Sure thing, but… Morgan, I think there’s something else you should see.” The nerves dancing in her voice told him that they were about to switch subjects. “You know how the guy disabled the camera feed in the back room. I was reviewing the footage we do have and it looks like… (y/n) told him to.”

“Why would she do that?” He asked, furrowing his brow as he glanced over to the ornate bank doors. Part of him wanted to joke that things would’ve been a lot simpler if he didn’t have to worry about Reid’s weird girlfriend, but it didn’t feel as funny when they were both in danger.

Maybe later, he thought hopefully, when they were all together again.

“I… don’t know why. But I did what you asked, and I went through her record and found a ton of sealed files on her and also her dad…”

Morgan’s attention was definitely piqued at that point, but he wasn’t entirely sure what to say. In the stunned silence, Penelope spoke again.

“Should… Should I unseal them?”

It was the same question he was debating in his head, and he honestly didn’t know. Although a long shot, he hoped that she could provide at least the bare minimum of context before they made that kind of decision.

“What kind of files are we talking about?”

“I can’t be sure until I unseal them b-but, I mean, they’re sealed for a reason and I’m talking scary sealed. Like, it might take me a minute sealed. Giving me the heebie-jeebies sealed.” She grew more frantic as she continued. Morgan knew they were running out of time.

“I get it.”

“Is Reid okay?” She switched gears, recognizing that Morgan’s hesitance meant it was probably a bad idea. She wasn’t going to push it unless he did. They didn’t even know if she could help even if they unsealed the files. Especially without a visual.

“They know he’s with us,” Morgan sadly admitted, “I don’t know what’s going on. Did you find another way out of the bank?”

“Right.” The conversation was going to give everyone involved whiplash at this point. “Yes! There is an access way through tunnels underneath the bank but it would take a massive distraction for all three of them to be able to get out of there without us meeting them on the other side. I’m talking earth shatterin–.”

She didn’t finish the sentence, her tongue halting the second her mind caught up with her voice. Morgan was equally concerned, recognizing the kind of distraction that this might require and the perfect way to escape with maximum damage.

But that wasn’t what got his attention. There was no fiery explosion or shouted epiphany, because at that same time there were the muffled sounds of gunshots coming from inside.

“Oh my god, what was that?!” Garcia yelled, accompanied by frantic clicking as she filtered through each individual camera to try and locate the source of the noise.

“Garcia, do you have eyes on the main room?”

“Yes! But it wasn’t in the main room, Derek, it was in the back!”

It was a difficult and necessary job, to consider what those sounds might mean for the young girl they’d met only a few weeks earlier. Morgan’s thoughts went even further, not only worried about her safety, but his best friend’s sanity. Lord knows Reid didn’t need another thing weighing on his conscience. Especially not about her; it just might destroy him.

“What does the unsub in the main area look like? Does he look confused? Surprised?” The words were coming, but he didn’t know where from. His body was on autopilot, desperately seeking any validation that they could still save everyone.

“I-I don’t know! He looks grainy! The image is like an inch wide!” She was clearly growing frustrated, which was a feeling they all shared at this point. “This camera is from before I was even born!”

“Try, Penelope,” Morgan pleaded, “Give me something.”

But the other men weren’t willing to wait.

“That’s it. We’re moving in.”

Morgan turned to them, his hand clutching tighter to the phone just in time for her to speak.

“He’s calling for them but they’re not coming out. He looks… Oh no. He’s yelling at Reid now. And... And it looks like someone is coming down the hallway? But he’s not looking–”

It was impossible to focus on everything that was happening, heavy boots and massive commotion as people began to take their positions. But if someone was coming down the hallway, and the unsub didn’t know, that could only mean a few things. Either he was about to be proven disposable, or someone else had fired those shots.

Either way, one thing was clear.

“Wait! We can’t go in there yet!”

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There was a point in time where I might have questioned whether I would ever get used to a gun in my face. There was also a point where I actually had gotten used to it. But nothing could have prepared me for this moment, this terrifying realization while staring down the barrel of an assault rifle that I didn’t want to die yet.

I used to think that my life was somewhat disposable. Sure, I was helpful and useful for my job, but ultimately, I considered myself replaceable. The next person to come might not have the same credentials, but they probably wouldn’t also have half the flaws I do.

But now I wasn’t thinking of work. I wasn’t thinking about how replaceable I was, because it wasn’t my life that mattered.

I didn’t want to die yet, because I wanted to see her again.

So I just stared at the weapon, trying to remember that it was still a great possibility that I could. I tried not to think about what was in front of me, choosing to use most of my brainpower to picture what it would feel like when I had her in my arms again.

The vision inside my head ended swiftly, with the sound of rapidly fired weaponry coming from down the hall. Through the commotion of screaming, I surmised that at least two guns had been fired.

Silence followed. It was a stifling, exhausting, painful silence.

What broke it was even worse, with the gun in my face smacking into the side of my head as the man holding it lost his grip at the sound.

“What the fuck was that?!”

He looked at me like he expected me to have the answers, but I didn’t.

“I don’t know. I-I don’t—“ Not only did I not understand why two guns would fire, I didn’t know who had shot them or for what reason. There was one thing I did know. “It sounded like your weapons.”

“Hey, what’s going on back there?!” He shouted, twisting his body just enough to see around the corner.

There was no reply.

“Did your people get in here somehow?” The panic was obvious, and I didn’t know how to calm him down without arousing suspicion. He was continuing to devolve, stepping closer to me as he stuck with his original thought, “How the fuck could they have done that, huh?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is there anything you do know?”

It was a question I’d been asking myself. The longer the silence continued in the back, the more rapidly my anxiety rose. There are only a few reasons why we wouldn’t hear more screaming.

Either someone had managed to get remarkable control over the situation, or all of the hostages were dead. Including (y/n). I forced myself to consider the far less likely, but still possible third option: She was dying, and I could still help her.

“I know that there is still a way for you to get out of this.” I barely recognized my own voice as I rambled, “Is it possible your partners… Is it possible they were planning on leaving together?”

“What?” He sounded disgusted and exhausted, but simultaneously insecure. It didn’t take much effort to realize that he was the weakest of the crew. I’d already had my suspicions that whatever the next step in this journey was, he wasn’t going to be making it with them regardless.

“It was their decision to leave you out here, right? In the place with the most windows and the first access to the door? They put you with all the people most likely to fight back. And now it sounds like…”

I paused, my lips unable to make the next words without a deep breath. “It sounds like they killed the people in the back as a diversion to send in SWAT. Does that sound like something they would do?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

That was enough confirmation for me. It was definitely something they would do, and he knew it. He probably suspected it himself. Thankfully, it gave me enough courage to push back for the first time in this encounter. “Then go back there and see if they’re still there.”

“And just let you be hero and save all these guys? No chance.”

I wanted to laugh; if only he knew the real reason I wanted him to go back there. As terrible as it was, I didn’t care at all about the rest of these men right now. As far as I knew, they were relatively safe. In fact, they were in a better position if what I’d deduced was true. This man, while violent, wasn’t the kind to murder everyone in sight, even when cornered. He’d more likely be shot by SWAT.

“I’ll come with you.” It was a plea, a desperate attempt to get more information that I both wanted and feared. He watched me carefully, trying to read the terror on my face to determine where exactly it was coming from. He knew the hostages were useless to him if he had me, so I wasn’t particularly scared for my life.

At least, not just yet.

“Fine. Get up.”

I willed my legs to stop shaking; to just carry me far enough that I could see her face. I just needed to know that she was okay.

But then I felt a fine mist over my skin— it almost felt like the noise happened after, but I knew logically that couldn’t be true.

A gun fires before the bullets hit their target.

Time seemed to move slower as his body fell to the ground in front of me. My eyes followed him to the floor, but only until I saw the person holding the gun through my peripherals.

“...(y/n)?”

And there she was, clutching tightly onto a rifle, her body barely upright as she staggered forward. There was something remarkably off-putting about the sight of her holding on for dear life to something so morbid. A jarring contrast I would not soon be able to forget, if I ever could.

There was something even more unsettling about the ease with which she carried the weapon, and the fact that she had managed to fire something that powerful without a single stray bullet.

“They’re dead!” She boomed across the room, dropping the weapon onto the floor before she yelled again, “Everyone get out! Hurry!”

No one moved. All of the men, myself included, stared at the tiny girl who’d just saved all of our lives.

“Get out now! There’s a bomb in the back!”

Those were the magic words to stir a panicked crowd into action, people stampeding to the single double door at the entrance, but my eyes were fixed on her. She staggered forward, her arm around her waist and her eyes beginning to roll back.

Perhaps I was just clueless, my one-track mind too slow to navigate the scene in front of me, but it took me that long to see it. My brain rioted against the visuals it took in, the dark crimson dripping down her body. It looked like it would swallow her whole.

I tried to will my body to move, to run to her and do something, anything to help her. But I couldn’t, frozen in place as her small steps got weaker. It wasn’t until I saw her begin to sway that I lunged forward just in time to catch her before she hit the ground.

“Wait!” I screamed to anyone who would listen, my eyes frantically trying to meet someone in the crowd, “Someone get a medic!”

The woman with a child was the last one to pass. She stopped among the commotion, looking down at the carnage in my lap before bolting towards the door.

I had to trust that she would care enough to do something, because from that point on my attention wouldn’t be leaving (y/n). Her eyes were glassy, staring off into the distance and wandering aimlessly despite my face being in view.

“Hey, hey little girl.” My voice crackled as I held her cheek, “Hey, look at me.”

She was finally able to meet my gaze, her eyes filling with love with a small, delirious smile gracing her lips.

“Hey old man.”

The grin didn’t last long, the sounds of her choking and coughing replacing it as blood filled her mouth. I tried to turn her enough that she could spit it out, but it was obvious she was struggling to get any air at all.

“We’re gonna get you some help, okay?” I said with a false confidence, the twisted curve of my lips not even barely resembling a smile.

“It hurts,” she sobbed, her hands slipping in the blood on her stomach.

“I know.”

There wasn’t anything I could do; all I could do was sit there and stare, trying to decide where my hands should be. She was applying pressure to her wound on the front, but I could see the wreckage that was once her back. My hands wouldn’t be enough.

“I’m sleepy.”

“I know.” I was trembling, tears dripping from my face and mixing with the bloody mess; they still couldn’t dilute it, somehow make it vanish. “I know you’re tired. But you’ve gotta stay awake, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

At first, I wanted to say the innocence in her voice was surprising, but it wasn’t. She was innocent. She was just a young girl, trying to live a happy, normal life before she met me.

“You’re doing great.” I tried to convince myself this wasn’t my fault, but it didn’t work. She had said it herself — she wouldn’t have ever come to a bank on her own. The statistics of the rarity of this situation kept playing on a loop in the back of my head, but it was just a low hum beneath the sound of her pained whimpers.

“Spencer, I need to tell you something.” The newfound insistence in her voice twisted in my gut, and my hands held tighter to her arm.

“No, don’t,” I begged, already anticipating what was going to happen. “Please, don’t do this.”

“I have to tell you right now.” And then her voice was calm, a smile on her face as her blood-soaked hand left her stomach, trying to raise to touch me. It didn’t make it.

“No, you can tell me later.”

The words were so slurred and pathetic, I’m surprised she understood them. But she did, taking a deep, whistling breath. It was clear it hurt her to speak, and I wanted to tell her to be quiet, but the masochist in me needed to hear the words all the same.

“Spencer, please. Just listen to me.”

This sounded too much like a goodbye.

“I love you.”

Our bodies rocked as I realized I hadn’t taken a breath of my own in too long, the pain in my oxygen deprived lungs not nearly enough to distract me from the genuine softness of her voice.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, “Do you know that?”

I don’t know how she wasn’t crying, her eyes barely open but too tired to blink. That rosy complexion had faded, her skin blanching the longer she lay in my arms.

“Yes, I know.”

“I love you with my whole heart.”

My mind was flashing images from only a couple hours prior, her warm laugh as she laid on my lap, the way her hair slipped between my fingers while I wove it together.

‘You think you’ll still be around?’

‘If you’ll have me.’

The memories were blurring together, creating a symphony of promises that were about to be shattered in front of my eyes.

‘Forever,’ she’d said. ‘Forever.’

‘A white picket fence. Two little bratty genius babies. Just a normal, domestic life with Dr. and Mrs. Reid.’

Rejecting the thought, I shook my head, “You’re going to be fine.”

“I understand what you meant when…” Her voice was too quiet, too distant, to be this warm. “When you said it was nice to be able to say it.”  

The heavy footfalls and sound of a transport bed wheeling across the floor alerted me that I would have to let her go soon. Whether this would be the last time I ever held her, I couldn’t be sure.

“They’re gonna come take you now, but I’ll be right behind them. I promise.” I barely got the words out before their hands were all over her, those tired eyes shooting wide open as unfamiliar hands replaced mine.

“Wait, Spencer!” She cried out, her body too limp to make a meaningful attempt to stop them, “Don’t leave me!”

Her screams and sobs were ringing louder than the gunshots had, my body slowly making its way upright as I watched them place her on the bed.

“I’m not leaving you, I promise.” I tried not to let the panic bleed through, raising the volume as she started to be taken away from me, “Stay awake as long as you can.”

I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her attempts to scream. If she was calling my name, it wasn’t recognizable. I’m not sure which hurt worse— the sound of her tired lips butchering my name, or the silence that followed.

She wasn’t able to scream anymore.

When I emerged from the bank, the sun burned my eyes just as much as the sight of my team shocked to see me covered in blood. But I couldn’t focus on them at all, immediately bolting after the paramedics without another thought.

The extra time it took them to carefully load her allowed me to jump into the back of the vehicle before the doors shut. There were no words to describe this situation, nor make it any better.

So I just stared in horrified fascination, trying to gauge her odds as they rapidly changed in front of me. Of 107,141 firearm injuries last year, 31% died. How many of the 69% had assault rifle wounds? I couldn’t remember any other statistics. My brain had turned itself off, focusing only on the frantic beeping and scrambled voices.

“Where is he?” Her tiny voice cut through both the internal and external noise.

“I’m right here.” I nearly shouted from my precarious position standing in the back of the rattling ambulance. I wanted to move closer, but I was too scared. There were so many hands on her, and I didn’t want to get in the way.

“I’m scared.” She said, mirroring my exact thoughts.

“I’m right here.” I repeated, closing my eyes to hide from the carnage long enough to put words together that might make her feel any ounce of comfort, “You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”

Taking an experimental step forward once the paramedics seemed settled in their places, I came to stand behind her. My hands were tinted red and trembled as they reached out to touch her cheeks.

She took a sharp inhale at the sensation, just barely holding her head up straight. I couldn’t tell if she was leaning into my touch or just couldn’t control her neck any longer. Her skin felt like ice, and although she was still beautiful, the blue tint creeping over her face struck fear in my heart.

“How much longer until we get to the hospital? Her body temperature is dropping.”

If she heard me, she didn’t respond. I stared at the paramedic who was obviously more concerned with other things at the moment. They were kind enough to give me a response, even if it wasn’t a satisfying one.

“Just a few more minutes. We can’t do anything until we stop the bleeding, sir.”

“Spencer…” Each time she spoke was simultaneously terrifying and comforting. It was confirmation she was alive, but also troublesome, because I knew that she should be reserving her efforts for staying alive.

“Hang in there, little girl. We’re almost there.”

She opened her eyes, staring up at me with clouded vision. I could see the pain so clearly it might as well have been me on the table.

“Please help me,” she sobbed, “help me.”

“I-I can’t.” They were the two hardest words I’d ever had to say. Frustration mounted in me, but none of it was directed at her. She didn’t do anything wrong. Myself, on the other hand, I hated myself in that moment.

She was begging for me to help her, and I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but stand here and watch as she bled out in the back of an ambulance, a stranger’s hands practically inside of her stomach.

“I don’t want to die.”

The way her voice cracked took whatever was left of my sanity with it, and I felt my fingertips slip in the blood as I pressed against her face.

“You won’t,” I tried to assure her, “You’re going to be fine. Just stay awake.”

“I can’t.” The usual spunk in her voice had faded, leaving behind the sound of a twenty year old girl with no fight left in her. “I’m so sorry, Spencer…”

‘Sorry?’ I thought below the horror, ‘for what?’

When her eyes shut, they couldn’t even make it all the way. It was an expression I’d seen before on the field. I wasn’t meant to see it on her.

“No. No, no, wake up.” I urged, patting her cheeks softly before closing my hands around them more tightly, “Wake up, little girl, please.”

I was talking to no one, because I don’t think she could hear me anymore. Absolutely nothing in her body changed, even as the paramedics became more rushed.

“I’ve located the bleed!” The woman beside me yelled as the ambulance began to rapidly slow down. “I’m sorry sir, but we need you to move.”

“Whatever you need. Please, just help her.” I’d said the words, but my actions didn’t follow. She stared down at my hands that were still tethered to (y/n)’s face, trying to provide the warmth that she desperately needed.

Somehow, I was able to wrench them away, only then realizing the bloody handprints I’d left behind. Her face still wasn’t moving.

“Please, I—“

Before I could say another word, they were already out of the ambulance. I followed as closely as I could behind them, trying to focus enough to ensure that every word said could be played again in my mind. Because the second she crossed the threshold into the surgery suite, I wouldn’t be able to hear them anymore.

I would have to wait. I would have to wait for her to be better, or wait for a declaration. And in that vast silence, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop from torturing myself with every single word uttered in this building before the doors closed.

The doors were ahead of us now, and I wished time could slow down enough that I could give her one more kiss and tell her to be strong one more time before she went into the Schrodinger’s Box that was the emergency room operating table.

I wanted to tell her that I loved her, and when the thought crossed my mind, I realized that I’d never said it back. She’d said it three times, but in my adamant denial I’d failed to return it.

It was so much like us, I’d almost laughed. She’d made such a point of worrying about me leaving her, neither of us had ever stopped to think about how I’d live without her.

How would I live without her? The only person I trusted to have an answer was wheeled into the room, the door shutting abruptly in front of me.

In the reflection of the metal door I saw myself, drenched in the dark liquid. I tried to clean my face with my hand only to realize that they, too, were dirty with her blood.

The world had fallen silent, and I let myself be crushed by the overwhelming loneliness of an existence without her.

‘Don’t miss me too much, Dr. Reid.’

It was too late.

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| Part 15 |

[beautyiswithinchaos]

A Helping Hand pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

*** disclaimer: all new work is here: @chaos-is-beautifvl ***

warnings: not much, just Michael being cocky (you’ll get the reference later... hopefully)

word count: approx. 1.4K

tagging: @prophecy-is-inevitable @fabunicorn262 (if you want to be added/removed, just let me know :) )

The next day had arrived, and as usual, you were cleaning, dusting away the non-existent dust from the bookshelf. Gallant and Coco were behind you, gossiping on the couch. The one benefit of being a grey was you always found out something interesting. For instance, it was very suspicious when, the other day, Emily came into the main area with slightly messy hair, and Timothy followed after with a wrinkled shirt. You weren’t going to go tattle-telling to Venable or Mead (you despised both with the way they acted towards everyone), but you did tell Emily to make sure she was careful. While you didn’t care much for the residents of the outpost, you didn’t want them to die. Well, that didn’t extend to every resident.

“I mean, come on, he has to have a big dick. He just exudes BDE.”

At that, you flipped around, duster in hand. The words tumbled out before you could stop them, “Who are you talking about?”

You expected the pair to make annoyed faces and tell you to leave them alone. To your surprise, Gallant looked around to see if anyone was around before leaning forward, “Langdon.”

Raising an eyebrow, you held in your snicker, “Langdon?” Gallant nodded, a grin coming onto his face, “Yes, Langdon. I mean, have you seen him?” He sighed dreamily, “I bet he’s so good in bed.”

“I don’t know.” The pair turned to you, shocked expressions on their faces. “Maybe he’s just overcompensating because…” you paused for dramatic effect, smirking at the way they were listening to every word. “...He has a small friend down there.”

“I can guarantee my ‘little friend’ down there is nowhere near little.” You froze when a different voice came from behind Coco and Gallant. That oh, so familiar voice spoke again, “I would prove it to you, but I don’t want to give you the satisfaction.”

“You two can leave now.” You caught Gallant and Coco scampering away, speaking in quick, hushed voices. So much for family bonding time.

“Do you make it a habit of,” he stepped around the couch, “making assumptions about others?

“Truthfully…” you stopped, contemplating whether you wanted to annoy him or not. He tilted his head in foe curiosity, “Please, continue. Do tell whatever is on your mind.”

“It’s not much of an assumption if what I said is true.” You didn’t regret one word that left your way, a smirk on your face. It slowly slipped away when Langdon looked at you amused, his pink lips stretching into a grin. “Do you want to know what I think?” He didn’t give you time to answer before advancing toward you in slow, calculated steps. “I think you just want to see it. I mean…” He trailed a finger up your arm, “It makes sense. But if you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask.”

You scoffed, shoving your hand against his chest to push him away. He didn’t budge, not that you exactly expected him to. His grin only seemed to grow, if that was even possible, as he tilted his head, mockingly, “Aww, you must really want to touch me, huh?”

That’s when you realized your hand was still on him, moving with the rise and fall of his chest. You removed it and looked up at him, “I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on Earth, and with the way the world is now, you’re pretty damn close.”

Your eyes set a harsh glare on the man as you crossed your arms. You didn’t know where he got his nerve from, but you weren’t about to submit to him. Well, at least not yet.

The finger that had trailed its way up your arm soon joined the other fingers as he grasped your chin. He tsked, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. “We have got to do something about your mouth.”

You didn’t say anything, only turning your head to the side in embarrassment. You didn’t know why, but the slightest touch from him set off a million little flags - some were red, others were… good. It’s because no one has touched me in almost two years. That’s what you told yourself to make certain those little flags didn’t grow.

“Oh,” he said, turning your head so you were facing him, “Are you embarrassed? You shouldn’t be, little one.”

You opened your mouth to say something when the sound of a cane clacking against the floor interrupted you. A cynical voice spoke, “What’s going on here?”

Backing away from Langdon, you ignored the longing to stay in his touch. You also ignored the flash of annoyance in his eyes as he breathed a heavy sigh through his nose.

“Nothing, Ms. Venable.” You spared a glance at Langdon to find his eyes already on you, “Mr. Langdon and I were just having a chat. If you don’t mind, I’ll get back to cleaning now.”

She didn’t say anything, so you grabbed your duster and walked away. Before you turned the corner, you looked back. Langdon and Ms. Venable were walking away, talking. Langdon had his arms behind his back, hair swaying with each steady step he took. Right when they were about to turn their own corner, Langdon looked to you, smirking before turning his attention back to the woman.

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It was later that night, and you were laying in bed on your back. Your eyes followed the dancing shadows cast by the candle beside your bed. Restless, you turned on your side, a sigh leaving your mouth.

After your interaction with Langdon, you spent the rest of the day in a slight trance. You couldn't stop thinking about the way he touched you. You felt wrong for thinking that way about him. He was sadistic and cruel, and you shouldn't have been feeling that way. But his touch felt so comforting and warm, you couldn't help it.

I can't stay in this room any longer. With that thought, you threw the covers off you and hissed at the coldness of the floor when your feet touched it. Grabbing the candle, you slipped your feet inside the thin slippers and crossed the floor to get to the door.

Opening it, you winced at the loud creak that sounded. You waited to see if anyone was near before fully opening the door. Peeking your head out, you were met with the darkness of the ominous hallway.

Using your candle as a guide, you padded down the hallway, making sure every move you made was quiet. You didn't want to think about what would happen if Venable or Mead (or worse, The Fist) caught you outside your quarters, wandering around.

You were about to turn when you heard a noise. Clutching your candle in your hand, you turned to the source and saw light streaming from a cracked door. Creeping over quietly to where the sliver of light was, you tilted your head to see what was inside.

A small gasp left your mouth when you saw him. Langdon was sitting in the center of the room, blood trickling down his arms and covering his chest. Small, black snakes slithered around in what looked to be an inverted pentagram drawn in blood.

His head was tilted back, blonde hair falling over his broad shoulders. You couldn't help but trail your eyes down his body - he was naked, the light from the candles placed around the circle contouring the muscles and curves of his body. Right before you could see his “little friend”, he spoke, making you jump.

“Come in. I want to show you something.” You froze, trying to keep quiet. Maybe he isn’t talking to me, you thought. Yeah, that’s totally it, Y/N. He didn’t see you. Stop being an idiot.

“You are being an idiot. I know you’re right there, Y/N. I sensed you when you came walking down this hallway.” His voice came out smooth and rough like raw honey.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I’m sorry, sir. I-“ You paused, unsure of how to continue without implicating yourself. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll leave you alone.”

“You’ve been intruding a lot lately, little one. Maybe it’s time I ought to teach you a lesson. Now,” you heard him stand up and walk over to the door. He opened it fully, blue eyes dark with a predatory gaze staring down at you. “Come in.”

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a/n: finally done! uhhh, not sure how i feel about this, but hey, i tried

[jaalismyhusband]

Roommates (part 5)

Title: Roommates

Pairings: Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: stalking, language, smut smut smut

Wordcount: 1.8k

Catch up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Part 5

After the fight, Bucky had his breakfast in silence. Steve tried to talk to him, only to fall on deaf ears. After a half an hour of Bucky not responding to his attempts to make a conversation, he gave up.

Bucky knew he had to act quickly or he would lose the chance to get together with Y/N. And just when things were going so well for them! But no, he had to fuck up monumentally. Although, he wasn’t losing hope, yet. He just had to eliminate competition.

Determined to succeed, he left the kitchen and made his way to Y/N’s room, only to find her already gone. She must have snuck out.

“Two can play this game, doll,” He muttered under his nose and followed her to the café.

He parked his car two streets away, in order not to get recognized. Putting a black baseball cap on his head, he blended with pedestrians. Seven minutes later, he found himself just across the street from the café, with the perfect view through the glass windows. That’s when he spotted Y/N. She was about to finish ordering. Good, he wasn’t too late.

As he was watching them, he tried to figure out, if and how should he intervene. He couldn’t just show up at their table. Hey, uhm, so I have been stalking you for a while and I really don’t appreciate how close you are to my almost girlfriend - there was no way in hell he could come up to them, without compromising himself. He knew he had to stay calm and keep his distance.

However, the sight of Y/N holding hands with Jason had him fuming. In a way, he envied him. Jason had something, or someone, he wanted. And from the looks of it, Bucky won’t get his hands on her in a near future, if he doesn’t do something about it. But now, the only thing he could possibly do, was to continue to watch them. Mostly, they were talking and laughing, whilst holding hands.

After what seemed like unnecessary number of laughs to Bucky, Y/N finally stood up, as well as Jason. Bucky clenched his jaw, when he saw them hug. Although, what really hurt him, was a subtle kiss, that Y/N planted on Jason’s cheek. After they pulled apart, Jason looked lovestruck and Y/N gave him a heart-warming smile, that Bucky adored. The fact that he wasn’t on the receiving end of it, stirred something in him. He couldn’t stand watching them anymore. He got to get away. Looking around him frantically, he felt a rush of what he thought was an anger and fled the scene.

He decided to finally make her his.

Y/N felt good after the talk with Jason. Their closure brought her much needed relief. She was ready to come home, take a bath and munch on some snacks. She totally deserved it. As soon as she got to the Stark Tower, she filled her promises to herself. Warmed up after the bath, dressed in comfortable clothes and armed with a controller, she camped on the couch and took out her frustration shooting hostile aliens in her favourite video game.

There was only one piece missing of her serenity. Bucky. She hadn’t seen him throughout the whole day and was getting progressively worried and tad bit sad. Making peace with the fact that they will only stay friends, she sighed and made way to her bed. She succeeded in distracting herself from the drama, but nonetheless, her thoughts started wandering Bucky’s way anyway. No matter what happened between them, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

She changed into her pyjamas and got under covers. Laying on her back, she zoned out, whilst looking at the ceiling. Ugh, why can’t I get over him, she huffed. Turning on her side, she fell asleep.

Bucky was miserable. He almost lost Y/N today, for good. He could always kidnap her and keep her with him, but he didn’t want to take such an unnecessary measure. If there was a chance to get her willingly, he would try. That didn’t mean, he wasn’t tempted to do so. As much as he wanted to give her space and time, he wasn’t cool with fucking around and not doing any progress in their relationship. They were stagnating during her whole fling with Jason and just when he thought, they took a step in a right direction, he made them take two back. He basically rushed her to Jason’s arms, again.

“Fuck,” he let out a frustrated sigh. He had to do something, right now.

And so here he was, standing over Y/N’s sleeping form. He learned, that she was a deep sleeper. For many nights, he tried to be as stealthy and quiet as possible, but as the time went on, he found out, that even his mumblings aren’t enough to wake her. So, he talked away the nights spent next to her. He told her about his day, then proceeded onto his dreams and plans for the future – many of them involving her. Oh, how he wished to tell her about those, while she was awake. He couldn’t help, but took her sleeping form in, admiring how her nose scrunched, when she dreamed. Sometimes he stole a cheeky kiss. Other times he tried his luck, touching himself right in front of her. Maybe he wanted to be caught in the act. He dared her to wake up. Although, she never did. But tonight, he was going to stay here long enough for her to wake.

Morning sun invaded her room, landing its rays on her face, stirring her from her slumber. Feeling refreshed, she moved to stretch her rested body, only to be restricted by handcuffs.

“What the hell?” she mumbled to herself, as she tugged on her wrists once more.

“You’re awake. Good.” A deep voice startled her. Bucky.

“What is this? Uncuff me, right now.” She wanted to sound confident, but her demand came out as a pathetic whimper once her eyes met Bucky’s dominant gaze. He was standing in front of her bed only in his underwear. Y/N zoned out, admiring his godly body and her mouth watered at the visible bulge. He was big.

“I think we both know, what will happen.” A cocky grin plastered over his face.

“Yes, you’ll untie me and then I’ll kick your ass.” Y/N said, trying to resist the wetness pooling in her underwear.

“Feisty. I like that.” Bucky smirked as he climbed on her bed. “We’ll see how long you can keep that attitude on for.” And with that, he kissed her. Y/N was in pure shock. She had to remind herself to move her lips and not only gawk at her beautiful best friend, who was finally kissing her.

So, it wasn’t one-sided after all! Or this is another dream. A very cruel dream. But Bucky’s warm calloused hands exploring her body were, for sure, real. They pulled away to catch their breaths, staring each other right in the eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first saw you.” Bucky cooed. Y/N replied by pulling him for another heated kiss. Bucky then descended down to her swan-like neck, marking her for everyone to see, who she belonged to from now on. She moaned desperately, as Bucky started grinding his hips against hers, while simultaneously playing with her nipples.

“Bucky, please, I need you.” She looked at him, with her eyes hooded. Hearing her beg made something in him snap. He lost control, turning feral. Tearing right through her clothes, he moaned at the sight of her bare body.

“My pretty little girl.” His words made Y/N blush.

“Please…” She squirmed under him, impatient for his touch.

“Tell me, what do you want, doll?” He wanted to make their first time slow, to devour her, to make her go crazy by the time he would finally enter her. All that was forgotten after her reply.

“I need you inside me, Bucky,” she said, her voice timid, just above a whisper. Although it was all the consent Bucky needed for wrecking her tight aching hole.

Quickly, he slipped out of his boxers, making his cock sprung free. Y/N gasped at his size, worried look in her eyes as he reassured her, that he’ll go slow.

He reached between her legs, only to find her dripping and needy for his stuffing. He plunged his two metal fingers in, making her gasp at the sudden cold sensation. Coating them in her wetness, he scissored her, while watching her face expression intently.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me already!” She huffed, clearly frustrated with him, while he only laughed and withdrew his fingers. He smeared her juices on his throbbing cock, mixing them with precum, that was leaking from his angry red tip.

Not wasting any more time, he lined himself up with her entrance. They moaned in unison as he slowly split her in half. She cried out at the impossible stretch, but soon accommodated to his girthy length. His hand wandered to her clit as to ease her pain. Soon enough, he started rocking his hips back and forth.

She struggled against the restrains, wanting to touch Bucky. She would scratch his back, rake through his hair and pull on it, make him know, how good he was making her feel.

“Tell me, who this tight pussy belongs to.” Bucky’s growl went straight to Y/N’s core.

“You, o-only you,” she stuttered, as he hit that special spot with a pronounced thrust.

He sped up, whispering filthy things to her. She could only lie there and take it. Her brain was fogged and the only thing she could think of was her nearing orgasm.

“Fuck, I know you’re close. Can feel you squeezing my cock, you little slut.” Bucky exclaimed, making Y/N moan at his dirty talk. He thrusted even deeper, getting her closer and closer with each jerk of his hips.

“Cum all over my cock, babygirl. I know you want to.” He wasn’t wrong. Not long after, Y/N came with almost a pornographic moan, as he kept fucking her through her orgasm. Her pussy throbbed from overstimulation.

“I want you to cum in me, daddy.” She whispered. Bucky lost control after hearing the title he was given and fucked her harder into the mattress. Tears started streaming down her cheeks. The overstimulation. The pain. The pleasure. It was all too much.

Bucky’s thrusts became sloppy as he shot his seed deep into her, pulling another orgasm from her, as well. Her walls tightened, milking every drop of his potent elixir. He threw his head back, as he stilled inside of her, vein on his neck bulging out. A bead of sweat rolled down from his temple, onto his jaw and neck, making way towards his muscled torso and Y/N thought, he never looked hotter.

Still sheathed deep inside of her, his lips met hers in a breathless kiss. After he uncuffed her, they both laid next to each other, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss.

“Why? Not that I’m complaining,” asked Y/N. Bucky pulled her close.

“I needed to claim you for myself.” He flashed her a toothy grin.

“Well, mission successful,” replied Y/N as she cuddled into him.

THE END

@vicmc624​ @ok-but-loki​ 

[mistabullets]

Twilight (Kinktober Day #5 - Corruption)

Characters: Takuto Maruki x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Summary: You remind Maruki too much of someone.

Content Warning: n/s/f/w, afab reader, fem pronouns, corruption, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, teacher/student relations, doctor/patient relations, angst, dubcon/noncon cw, mind manipulation/alteration cause of maruki’s persona, older man/younger woman, dubious ethics, maruki calls you by the wrong name, p5r spoilers

Note: I went to town on this. I’ve been wanting to write something with Maruki forever and finally got the inspiration I needed

It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.

It had started out simple - his relationship with you started out strictly professional. You were one of the seniors who had endured Kamoshida’s abuse, although not to the extent some other students had. You still held on to your high hopes and ambitions despite the pressure of exams weighing you down occasionally. Sessions with Maruki-sensei were relaxing. Unlike your parents and teachers, he listened . He didn’t brush off your complaints and invalidate them, he wouldn’t go off on tirades about how you needed to do better. He truly listened - it made you happy to be heard for once, even if you felt your problems were infinitesimal compared to your peers.

You frequented the nurse’s office. While you had friends who were probably better company than the school’s therapist, you found comfort in his words. You never grew bored or tired of his little lectures - he was researching something about cognition and how to mend the heart of its emotional labors. While he threw in complex words you couldn’t quite grasp, you tried your best to follow along and ask questions if you couldn’t wrap your head around a certain concept. And while Maruki was happy to grant you little tidbits of his knowledge, there was something gnawing at him, something he knew he shouldn’t admit.

Your mannerisms and speech patterns, the conversations you two shared, and your upbeat and quirky personality reminded him of Rumi. Every time your eyes glued on him, inquisitive and attentive, he was reminded of when Rumi would pause her studies, just to listen to him babble about two dots he was able to connect. Then he would recall her touch - lingering kisses, careful caresses, the act of becoming one, the noises that spilled from her lips, the heat that she would engulf him in—

But lately, he would visualize your face; contorted in pleasure, pleading with him oh-so-sweetly, and brows knitted as he speared your virginal walls.

However, he was the adult here. He knew it was wrong and he kept those thoughts locked away from his students. For him to fantasize about such things with a student more than a decade younger was unprofessional. For him to lock the doors after you left and pump his cock fervently to the thought of you was disgusting on his behalf. He tried to bury those carnal desires deep within - and he masked them for quite some time, believing he could simply get over it. His heart still belonged to Rumi and no one could replace her. Certainly, he wouldn’t throw that all away for some replacement, projecting her onto you, right?

But it all came to ahead.

The school was out for the day; most students had already gone home for the evening. Just when he was finished organizing paperwork, he heard his office door slam opened and closed. He glanced up, ready to offer whoever came in through his door some snacks and juice. But he was greeted to the sight of you, tears cascading down your puffy eyes. His chest tightened - he hated to see his students cry… but he didn’t want to see you like this. Usually, he thought of you as resilient and independent but he supposed you needed a shoulder to cry on, every once and awhile.

“Oh my, what’s the matter, L/N?”

He offered you a seat on the couch and sat beside you, offering a box of apple juice. You thanked him in a choked whisper, trying your best to collect yourself. Thank god Maruki had the patience of a saint, giving you ample time to compose yourself and reassuring you it’s okay every time you hiccuped a weak sorry .

You sniffled, “I-I don’t even know where to begin…”

“Take your time,” the counselor reassured.

A moment of silence. The clock ticked. You let out a shaky sigh and swallowed harshly, “T-This is all confidential, right?”

Maruki hesitated for a moment but nodded, “Yes. What happens in this room, stays in this room.”

“Okay… well, t-this is embarrassing. But I trust you the most right now,” you swallowed down your pride, willing the courage, “There’s… this student. We’ve been talking and we, uh… did some things.”

He raised his eyebrows when you paused, hearing you take in a deep and uneven breath. He could hear how broken your pride was - without considering it, he placed a hand on your upper back, rubbing it soothingly, reminding you to go at your own pace. It was welcomed. “Go ahead.”

“I… I really thought he liked me b-but…”

“He broke your heart, huh?”

You nodded, “I… I can’t go back in time. If I would have known… h-how cruel he is… M-Maruki-sensei, what should I do? My heart feels so heavy…” you buried your head into his chest, soaking his dress shirt with fat tear droplets. Awkwardly, he held you there, contemplating how he should properly respond to this situation. He furrowed his brows - he was a damn therapist and couldn’t even give you any advice on the matter. Hearing your cries reminded him too much of Rumi’s - the harrowing tears unstoppable as she was reminded of her trauma. He wanted to make them stop, make them disappear somehow. Life was so unjust, he pondered, forcing you to deal with inevitable heartbreak which would some way or another, define you. It was the seed of mistrust, the loss of innocence, and the beginning of life’s hardships.

He pulled you into his embrace, muffling your pathetic wails into his chest. Maruki noticed a faint throbbing in his head, a distant voice telling him, you can save her, let me help… he clung to that voice, asking himself how he could help, how he could be useful .

And then a flicker of kaleidoscope flooded the peripheral of his vision.

There was a ringing.

And your tears ceased.

“M-Maruki-sensei…”

You forgot why you were crying.

“L-L/N? Are you feeling any better now?”

Oh, right? You confessed your feelings.

“S-Sensei… I…!”

You lifted yourself away from the shirt you just soaked with your tears. Without hesitation, you pressed your lips desperately against his; you tasted coffee from his mouth and wanted more.

Maruki was registering what was occurring - a student was kissing him and he needed to put an end to it, he reasoned. However, before he could push you away, a hand reached down for his crotch. You pulled away from the intoxicating kiss, brain fried with overwhelming love for the man before you. “Takuto… a-are you hard?”

And for a moment, he was reminded of his first time with Rumi - her sweet voice whispering his name, worried about pushing him over the edge, “Takuto…”

Takuto…

“Takuto?”

And he snapped. He didn’t care anymore if this was wrong. He just needed you . He gained control and pushed you back into the couch, pouncing you like an animal. Experienced lips found yours and his tongue easily slipped into your mouth when you let out a gasp. He feverishly rubbed his clothed erection against your soft thigh as his kiss deepened and you were already moaning against his mouth. He needed you out of your uniform; he needed to be out of his clothes. God, he needed you so bad, he wanted you—

“A-Ah, please slow down, t-this is my first time.”

Oh right, you never specified if you were still a virgin or not. “S-Sorry…! Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, L/N… I mean, Y/N. Just let me take the lead.”

You nodded and assumed kissing, albeit much more calculated and less desperate. Maruki guided you as he promised. He stripped you of your pesky uniform, discarding them to the floor of his office. All that remained on your body were your simple bra and simple underwear which did not match. Maruki was addicted to the little noises you made under his kisses - you whimpered and sighed his name just like her . He ghosted his lips on the ample flesh of your breast and the experienced hand went unclip your bra, exposing the perky buds. His eager lips suckled and nipped each nipple, his slender hands fondled each mound with gentle calculation. He admired the quick rise and fall of your chest and your heavy pants; he wondered what kind of noises he could draw if he touched you down there. Would it be like Rumi’s?

“D-Do you like this, sensei?” you asked curiously, nervously spreading your legs apart as the older man settled in between them, groaning at the maiden heat of your core. He rutted against your clothed sex, relishing in the mewls you released and wishing he would strip off your panties already. God, you were particularly dripping - he couldn’t tell if it was your essence or his pre-cum that sullied the front of his trousers. And he didn’t care either.

“You’re doing so wonderfully, Y/N. You’re already so wet, my god… I’m going to take off your panties.”

“O-Okay…” and you helped him wiggle out of your underwear. He threw them to the floor, on the pile with the rest of your abandoned attire. While you were exposing yourself to him, you didn’t feel nervous - you trusted Maruki to handle you with care. The counselor gulped when you spread your legs for him, showing off your pretty pink pussy. He steadied his breathing and sighed, nestling him and observing it. Hesitantly, he brought a finger to collect your slick, rubbing the slit up-and-down. It was maddening, overwhelming all of your senses as he experimentally touched and observed your womanhood like it was some sort of specimen. Only when you bucked your hips against his hand did Maruki realize he was making you impatient. He couldn’t help but smile at your eagerness, “Patience, I need to prepare you so you can feel good.”

It was fucked up - how he was so willing to discard his ethics just to be able to relive the feeling of being with her; to fill the void in his heart since her memories were wiped clean. But wouldn’t it be more fucked up to deny your feelings? Sure, you may be confused, but… wouldn’t fall deeper into despair if he rejected you? Not only would you have to suffer through one heartbreak but two. If this helped relieve the stress of that one boy, so be it. If he could help you in the slightest, even if it means tossing morals and logic out the window, so be it. He’ll make sure you’re happy too .

After exploring every inch of your core, his index finger aligned with your entrance and pushed. Oh, did it burn but it was pleasant to have him inside. Maruki leaned down to pepper kisses on your throat and jaw, easing you into the thickness of his finger. When he buried it to the knuckle, he inserted his middle finger and sunk that into your tight heat. You hissed and the older man apologized, reassuring you that it would feel good here soon. You believed him and once you stopped trembling, the discomfort molding into a strange sensation, you told him you were ready. With careful precision, he pumped his digits inside of you slowly - he curiously scissored the canal, preparing you to take something bigger than his fingers.

When he curled his finger against a particular area of your wall, you jolted and cried out. It was just like Rumi’s first reaction, “Ah… I found your g-spot. Good, good… I’m going to go faster and touch that again. You may feel funny at first but I promise, it feels wonderful.”

Before you could question Maruki what he was about to do, you wailed as electricity shot throughout your synapses. You writhed and trembled, your head was flooding and your stomach was taut with a strange feeling. However, you couldn’t ask what this feeling was -  not when the counselor kept assaulting your g-spot, particularly finger fucking and rendering you a whining mess. Your hands found purchase in the cushion of the couch, tensing when you felt your pussy throb around Maruki’s fingers. You called out his name and he leaned down to silence your cries with his lips - the faculty should be long gone now but he wanted to be safe. You continued moaning into his mouth - then the strange coil in your stomach exploded and you arched your back, wailing and crying. He continued his ministrations, easing you down from your climax.

“T-Takuto… I-I feel so warm…” you panted, once you came down from your high.

“You just orgasmed. It was beautiful, Y/N,” he said.

“I-I’m glad…” you sighed, your body slumping against the couch. As you were washing up to the shore of your post-climax, you heard the rustling of belts and zippers. You glanced down to see the hard erection of your therapist, the pink head glistening with some fluid of sorts. Trepidation overrode your tranquility.

After seeing you come undone with just his fingers alone, he wanted to see you come undone with just his cock. Your reaction reminded him of her too, when she first offered to blow him. Her eyes had widened in surprise, not believing his cock could have this much girth to it. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought you were her reincarnation. Not hesitating a moment longer, he reached for his pocket to tear open a package of condom (better safe than sorry). He rolled the latex over his length before spreading you open to rub himself with your juices, coating himself with plenty. He wished he had a bottle of lube, just to make sure you were prepared but you were particularly dripping on the couch. You watched nervously, chewing your bottom lips as the head of his cock aligned with your entrance.

Maruki had his manners though. He gave a chaste kiss, littering more to your neck and collarbone before placing his forehead against yours. A hand reached to hold yours. Your free hand went to hold on to the back of his shoulder as he gave another kiss. “This may hurt… just relax, breathe in and out, and tell me when you’re ready, okay? … Are you sure about this?”

You nodded, giving him a demure smile as you took a gulp of air, preparing for the intrusion.

And he pushed in his bulbous head inside and you whimpered pitifully. You squeezed his hand until your knuckles turned white. Carefully, he pushed further in and knocked the wind out of you - you cried out and he paused, whispering sweet nothings and apologies. Once you were calm, he continued, and finally, his heavy balls rested against you. “Good girl, now just tell me when you move… on your cue,” he praised, leaving more ghost kisses on your vulnerable skin. You shuddered, adjusting to the painful thickness impaling your insides. However, the pain was quick to fade to only mild discomfort - it was bearable now.

“T-Takuto, nngh… y-you can move now.”

He smiled gently and carefully moved out before slowly thrusting back in. His rhythm was slow and tactful, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of sex. The initial discomfort swirled and spiraled into intense pleasure. When you moaned for more, you received more. Maruki picked up the pace - and his kisses became harsher. His head was buried in the crook of your neck and he nipped the side of it, leaving behind a red-purple bruise. That made your nerves sing and made you mewl, “T-Takutooooo~ Go harder, go faster, p-please…!”

Groaning, the older man readjusted your legs, pressing them against your shoulders so he could fuck your sweet pussy even deeper. You moaned, back arching as Maruki started to pound your oversensitive cunt. He was impossibly deep, you swear you were going to break apart on his thick cock. You continued crying and singing how good he felt, how happy you were that he was your first, and how you were wanted more. Your thighs smacked together, his balls hitting your ass deliciously, and his groin swiveled against your needy clit. His big cock was wrecking your insides and rearranging your guts, and his pace was growing desperate. He would ram the entirety of his length deep inside until the tip kissed your womb before switching it up and jackhammering into your tight walls with abandon. It made your toes curl, made you dig your fingernails into the meat of Maruki’s shoulder, and god, were you about to orgasm again?

Yes, you’re cumming again, Maruki thought as he panted against your sweat-slicked skin, relishing in your virginal tightness. He released your hand to quickly rub your swollen clit - he rubbed and rubbed ferocious circles, groaning when your pussy gripped onto his cock like a vice. Losing himself to your unbearably warm cunt, he began singing a name.

“Rumi, Rumi, Rumi…! I love you…! I’m gonna cum…!”

But rather than question the name that didn’t belong to you, you held him closer, telling him you’re going to follow him over the peak. “T-Takuto, I-I love you…!”

And the two of you exploded. He spilled himself inside while you milked his cock for more.

And while he was crying out someone else’s name like a mantra, you were praising him, seemingly not minding this. Once he finished spending the last of his seed inside of you, he collapsed on top of you. He was exhausted and didn’t seem to realize he was murmuring that stranger’s name again in your ear. Instead of shrinking into the couch out of hurt, you clung to him, peppering kisses to the side of his neck.

“I love you, R̼̗̗̹̻̄ͭͦ͌͜u̶͙̱͌ͩm̺̠͉̥͖͖ͯ͢i̖͕͚͗̽̓…”

"                    Y/N…"

You smiled. You loved how your name left his lips.

“I love you too, Takuto…”

You glanced out toward the window.

It's twilight now.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Alive Again. Part 5

Harry Potter AU

Link to Part 4

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T 

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Regulus took the steps two at a time until he burst into the bedroom. You barely looked up from your place in the corner. Instead, you focused your attention on Astaria who had finally dozed off. You knew that you would have to face him over his comments but that didn’t mean that you wanted to do it now.

You stood up and gently put the toddler in the bed and tucked her in.

“You didn’t hear everything.”

“I heard enough.”

You replied. Regulus sighed. He never did well when the two of you argued especially when he was the one that came out looking bad.

“But you didn’t hear it all...if you heard it all..”

You didn’t bother standing up to face your husband. Hearing Regulus say that he felt “stuck” made everything seem like some kind of lie. As you thought earlier, your happy marriage wasn’t so happy after all. You “thought” that Regulus was delighted to marry you. He seemed so happy the day of the wedding and every day after. Even if there was something bad going on in your world, he had you to come home to and whatever seemed to be bothering him was placed on the back burner. He smiled more after the wedding than he ever had as a child and teenager.

Now you weren’t sure if you were ever going to smile again. You tried to tell yourself over and over that you were overreacting but you never could make yourself believe it.

“I don’t care.”

You replied. Regulus’ grey eyes narrowed on you as he crossed his arms over his chest. So, you wanted to play that game. Well, it appeared as if he would just have to play and outsmart you as usual. When you got your ass on your shoulder over some small petty thing, Regulus had to find ways to calm you down. This is what he got for falling in love with a pampered princess of a pureblood girl.

“I don’t think that you would be having such a tantrum if you didn’t care.”

You turned around at that. It was almost as if Regulus had pushed your “piss off” button. Sure, maybe he was right. Maybe the two of you were too young to get married but things were the way that they were.

What Regulus didn’t know or seem to realize how much you were still hurting. Regulus didn’t seem to realize how much you had suffered over the past few years. He didn’t see how you almost had fallen apart when he was “dead” but had to pull yourself together for Astaria. All Regulus, apparently, saw was what he was feeling. He was trapped…

Your hands shook as you slid your wedding band off of your hand. Regulus only blinked as you shoved the rings into his hand. He was totally unprepared for this action. Any time that the two of you had a quarrel before, you had never taken your wedding ring off. His mouth dropped as he looked down at the ring.

“Um…”

“Um? That is what you have to say? Um?”

You hissed and decided not to give him a chance to even come up with some lie. You didn’t want to hear it anyway.

“You think that we were too young to get married and that you are stuck...well be free little birdy. Go do whatever it is that you want to do and leave me the hell out of it. You should have just left me with your mother. We were making it. At least, I had good memories of you to think back on. Now I have jack fucking shit!”

You turned and stormed out of the room nearly running into Sirius. Blushing you muttered a quiet apology.

“I’m very sorry. Are there any coffee shops nearby?”

Sirius nodded.

“Yeah, there is a really good one right around the corner? Need some company?”

You ignored the way that Regulus was staring at you from the bedroom. The poor guy was looking down at you wedding ring before looking at you with those “fuck me” eyes that used to get him whatever he wanted.

“If he wants something from Y/n Black then he is going to have to work for it.”

You thought angrily. So what if you were acting like a spoiled child. Regulus knew what he was getting into when he married a girl from the Rosier family. Shit happens…

“Yeah, Sirius. That would be great. I need a latte, a brownie, and two shots of espresso because I am ready to fight God or die trying.”

Sirius turned his attention to his brother mouthing “What the fuck did you do?” Blushing, Regulus looked down at his feet. He was ashamed of himself. To say that he should have chosen his words better was a bit of an understatement. Now that he thought about what he had really said, it was cruel.

Regulus wanted to go after you but he knew better than to even try, at the moment. It was also best to let you go. You needed to calm down. Nothing that Regulus could say would make you happy at the moment and the truth be told...he didn’t know what to say.

“Fight God, huh...well okay...sounds fun.”

(1 hour later)

“I’m an idiot.”

Regulus muttered as Remus slid a shot of whiskey to him. The other man didn’t reply. Regulus knew that Remus was aware of the situation but was probably too polite to voice his concern.

“I’m sure that you can talk to Y/n when she gets back. Give her some time to calm down.”

Regulus laughed bitterly.

“You don’t know anything about her family, do you? Telling her to calm down and listen works as well as baptizing a devil worshipper and expecting them to live a good clean life. She gave me her wedding ring back. That has never happened before. She and I have argued many times and that has never occurred. I can usually smooth talk my way out of whatever it was that I did or didn’t do...not this time. I just stood there and looked at her.”

Remus looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Sounds like dealing with your brother when he’s mad about something.”

Remus was relieved when Regulus smirked.

“I’ve never thought of it that way but yes, it's exactly like dealing with Sirius when he’s mad.”

(meanwhile)

You sat across from Sirius as he placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of you. He quickly took the seat across from you with a grin.

“If you want coffee that will take the paint off of the wall then this is the stuff that will do it. The tea is good too, for future reference.”

You nodded and took a sip of the drink in front of you. Sirius couldn’t help but notice how everything that you did seemed well thought out and dainty. It was no wonder that Regulus had grown to be so protective over you.

“I can’t believe that it has been so many years since we have spoken.”

Sirius commented. He knew the cause...it was him. After he left Grimmauld Place he was as good as dead to anyone in the “inner circle.” This included yourself.  

You looked up.

“I don’t blame you for leaving...just so you know. I was actually envious of you for doing it.”

Sirius looked stunned by that confession. He scooted his chair closer to the table.

“I have never been told that one before.”

He commented. You had the feeling that he didn’t believe your comment.

“I mean it. You got out of our world of growing up looking like sick Victorian flu children. Sirius, you tore up the script and burnt all of the pages.”

“The two of you could have left sooner…”

Sirius started but you stopped him.

“It wasn’t for lack of trying, I assure you. I begged Regulus for us to leave not long after you left but...Regulus felt like he had some sense of duty to your parents.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. This was no revelation for Sirius.

“He was treated like an only child and a little king...it was no wonder he didn’t want to leave.”

You pressed your lips together for a moment.

“Yes, Regulus was a spoiled child, as was I but he missed you. Your parents, even though they never said it, they missed you too. I think as Walburga has gotten older she has seen the error in some of her ways. You would be surprised if you saw how wonderful she has treated Astaria.”

Sirius rolled his eyes at that. The day Walburga Black saw that she had done something wrong was the day that Sirius became an astronaut.

“What are you going to tell my brother when you get back?”

You sighed at that one. What were you going to tell Regulus? You had calmed down a bit since leaving the house.

“I’m not sure. I know that I will have to face him. If not for myself but for Astaria. She’s already in love with him. I’m in love with him...maybe I overreacted.”

“You did hear the bad part of the conversation. After you left he said that he felt guilty that you had to do everything alone and that you were the only one to make him happy.”

For a moment, Sirius was afraid that you were going to cry. When you gathered your feelings and looked back up, Sirius felt relieved.

“I would have rather had him with me too but he had a job. It was a dangerous but brave job. Regulus could have washed his hands of the whole thing and ran off with me as we wanted...but he didn’t. Trust me, we talked about leaving multiple times before but Regulus finally said no. He had the locket to deal with. You know your brother...if Regulus doesn’t do it then he doesn’t think anyone else will.”

Sirius had to agree with you on that one. Regulus had always had that “no one will do it right, so I might as well do it” attitude from childhood.

“I only wish that the two of you would have come to the order for help.”

“Regulus wouldn't hear of putting you in danger. He plays hard to get but your brother loves you very much.”

Sirius smiled and stood up.

“Well, let's head back so I can hug the little jerk.”

Stepping back into Sirius and Remus’ flat, you could hear Astaria saying “No, that’s yucky” over and over. Giving Sirius a shrug you followed the sounds of your daughter’s voice into the kitchen. Astaria sat with her face pressed against Regulus’ chest as he and Remus tried feebly to get her to eat what looked like broccoli.

“Why don’t you try a small bite?”

Regulus asked as he gently tried to pry the toddler off of him but was getting nowhere. She held on better than the damned inferi did. Her little hands were locked in his robes and was not about to let go.

“No! It's green and smells yucky.”

“How about the nice peanut butter sandwich?”

Remus asked, softly. Again, the little girl shook her head and sobbed harder into her father’s chest.

“The bread has stuff in it!”

“It's healthy bread.”

Regulus said, replied as he tried struggling with getting her to turn around again.

“Healthy tastes like sadness.”

You turned to Sirius, who was silently laughing at the scene in front of him.

“What are you two doing to that poor child?”

Remus stood up, deciding he had a lot of “uncle skills” to work on.

“Well, we are trying to feed her but she won’t have any part of it.”

You took your coat off before turning your attention back to Astaria.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

Astaria poked her head up and started reaching for you with tear-filled eyes.

“Mummy, they are trying to kill me! I don’t like green!”

Regulus, meanwhile, looked ready to lose it himself.

“She doesn’t like anything healthy.”

You nodded, fighting an urge to make a comment about Astaria being as dramatic as her father.

“She’s two. What two-year-olds do you know that like vegetables? Astaria , do you want a jelly sandwich like grandma makes?”

The little girl nodded as she stubbornly gave Regulus a glare.

“I’ve got this. I know how grandma makes jelly sandwiches.”

Sirius replied with a smile. He quickly threw a sandwich together and took Astaria out of Regulus’ arms. Sirius fought the urge to giggle at the sneer on his brother’s face.

“Here sweetie, let see how you like this. Uncle Sirius won't' try to make you eat nasty broccoli.”

Astaria took a hesitant bite as if she was looking for any excuse not to like what was given to her. She quickly started eating with a happy grin.

“Tastes like grandma’s sandwiches.”

Regulus stood up, shaking his head. He turned his attention back to you.

“Can we talk, please?”

Your eyes had been focused on Astaria to make sure that she didn’t find any reason to give Sirius grief but decided to turn your attention back to Regulus.

“Sure, that is a good idea.”

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[dany-is-my-queen]

Born To Be Yours | Part III

Sansa Stark x Fem! Baretheon! Reader (Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Baratheon! Reader eventually)

Season 1-8

Word Count: 1,785

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9

Another tournament was organized. Your father insisted on participate, luckily Lord Stark convinced him otherwise. Who would dare challenge the King of the Seven Kingdoms?

You were sitting exactly like the first occasion but Cersei was absent. She never really enjoy those kind of events, not that they were your favorite either. This time was The Mountain against one of your best friends, Ser Loras of House Tyrell. A very charming man.

“That is a very pretty dress, Myrcella.” You told your little sister. Your gaze directed to the northern girl.

“You like it?” She grinned contemplating at her golden and costly gown. Yours was very similar.

“I do, my lioness.”

Ser Loras approached the redhead giving her a red rose. She gladly accepted and you remember she told you how much she loved knights. He was way more kind than Joffrey. But you knew the Tyrell boy has an affair with uncle Renly, actually, you were the only person who knew their secret. Although here in the capital people’s secrets are never safe.

After The Hound defended the Knight of the Flowers, Ser Gregor left furious. All the applauses were towards him. Later that day you were on your chambers, sparring on your own.

“Y/N, how many times have I told you I don’t like you to be playing with a sword.” The blonde woman nagged.

“Not enough.” You turned to her.

“It’s dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You took a deep breath.

“Father says it’s for my own good.”

“You have a lot of him in you.”

“Not the eyes. Mine are just like yours.” You scoffed.

“You have Robert’s stubbornness.” She pointed.

“That bothers you? Where is uncle Tyrion? Have you got a word from him?”

“He is a prisoner of Lady Stark.” How can she say it so casual?

“What?! Why??”

“Conspiracy. They assume he hired someone to murder their little son.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. He is not known for being a child killer. What will happen now?”

“Jaime is trying to get him back. We expect the Starks to return him safe and sound to the capital. Practice your needlework. That is more appropriate for a princess to do.” She declared and walked out. You rolled your eyes, resuming your moves.

“Father, you wanted to see me?” He raised his cup and order you to sit on the small table.

“I’m getting old. You, my daughter, are getting better on your fencing. I am proud to see what you are becoming, a hell of a woman! Not a girl anymore. Never let a man commands you. You were born a leader, not a follower. Always remember that.” He gulped, offering you some wine. You like the taste but not the feeling if you drink too much.

“I have your strength, courage and of course, your charisma.” You admitted.

“Indeed. What about you marry Edd’s son? Robb is his name if I recall correctly. I wanted to join our houses. Baratheon and Stark, finally together. Without a fucking Targaryen getting in the way. But Y/N, I want you to live a happy life. Not a loveless marriage like the one your mother and I have. When you are to be wed, choose your partner wisely and never let anyone take them away from you.” You knew when your father was being serious, sorrow written all over his face.

“I can’t start a war if that happens. Thank you, father. I will listen to you. Joffrey and Sansa will rule someday, I hope it’s in a very long time, though. I’m not able to fully understand what you lost when Lady Lyanna was stolen from you. I can’t imagine the pain and frustration you felt. I am sorry.” You looked at him with a sympathetic smile.

“Not more than I am. The only good thing about the outcome was you and your siblings. Even Joffrey. You are way better than him, in every aspect. Cersei always treated you less. But you are my princess.” The bearded man said with nothing but the truth.

“I don’t know what to do. What is expected of me.” You lower your head.

“Don’t worry, child. One of the seven heavens has a plan for you. You are young, beautiful and smart. You are the princess of Westeros. The world shall be as you desire. Don’t worry about that now.” You stood up and hugged him tightly. In that moment you felt safe from any danger, safe even from your mother.

“Lord Varys. What news?” You were walking at a slow pace outside the Throne Room. “You know I only want to help my father make the right choices.” Lord Bealish is not the only one that whispers in your ear, the Eunuch trusts you. Almost everyone does. You’ve never used the intel they tell you to do something wrong. You could never.

“Yes I know, my friend. Daenerys Targaryen.” He sighed. “She is pregnant with Khal Drogo’s child. She’s a threat along with Viserys. I’m certain it’s not a rumor. The King wants her dead, he insists.”

“Thank you for sharing this information with me, my lord.” He bowed his head, turning to the opposite direction.

“How are things in Highgarden?” You asked your old friend.

“Quiet. My grandmother and sister send their regards. They miss you.” The curled man said.

“I’ll go visit soon.”

“Perhaps you could bring your new friend, she’s quite a beauty.” When you opened your mouth to answer a knock from the door caught your attention

“My Princess. Lady Arya is nowhere to be found.”

“I want every single one of my guards searching out for her. When you locate her take her immediately to Lord Eddard. Please.” The young man nodded.

After a few hours, the little wolf appeared. “Oh, Arya! You are okay. Where have you been?”

“I got lost. Thanks for worrying. I’m fearful... for my father.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’ve heard they plan to kill him.” She almost whispered.

“Who?”

“I don’t know. The King will protect him, right?” She asked with preoccupation in her voice.

“Of course, Arya.” She hugged you. The last Hand, Jon Arryn, he died because the fever took him, or did someone plan it? Now the Lord of Winterfell was in danger? A thousand scenarios began to run in your head.

You just received the jewel you asked to be made to the finest hand-crafter in King’s Landing, a gorgeous silver ring with House Stark sigil. The wolf in the middle was discreet yet visible. A perfect gift for a perfect lady. You were excited to deliver it so you head to find her. Someone got earlier. You didn’t speak right away.

“Would you forgive me, for my rudeness?” At least he was apologizing.

“There is nothing to forgive.” She was stuttering.

“One day we’ll be married. I’ll never disrespect you again. I’ll never be cruel to you again. Do you understand me?” You are my lady now. From this day until my last day.” Your heart ached at the thought of it. But it’s something you already knew. Seeing them together was different.

“My Princess.” You were about to turn around when Septa Mordane greeted you.

“I... I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t know you were with Lady Sansa.” Joffrey eyed you with his usual sulky expression.

“Leave us alone, sister.” He hissed.

“My lady.” You just bowed your head completely embarrassed.

You called for the tall girl to be escorted to your chambers. “I intended to give you this yesterday. I’m sorry for running into you when you were occupied.”

“It’s alright. It’s beautiful!” She had a wide smile as you put the ring on her index finger.

“I see Joffrey gave you a necklace.” You noticed the golden piece. She took it and nodded.

“Yes. It’s like the one you wear.”

“My mother and Myrcella have one identical. It suits you.”

“That’s what he said. I will be his queen someday.” She excited exclaimed.

“Yes, you will.” Your heart was aching again.

“The ring is lovely. Thank you, princess.” The Northerner admired it happily.

“Now you have something to remember the North. I had it made especially for you. You are very welcome.” You smiled warmly at her.

“Y/N, you’ll be joining the hunt.” Your father stated.

“With pleasure.” You’ve always loved to go hunting, it was not a boring activity for you at all. You gather your weapons. Your skills were good, though every time you go to the wild you learn something new.

You were deep in the woods, a bow in your hand. Your father was carrying a spear. Ser Barristan and uncle Renly joined too.

“Father, don’t kill the Targaryen girl. I understand why you need to do it. Don’t see it as an act of honor but of mercy. She’s innocent. They are far away from King’s Landing. You are not a butcher. Don’t send anyone to hunt her down. More so if she’s carrying a baby inside her.”

“You and Ned so honorable. Maybe you are right. Little girls don’t frighten me.” You were relieved when you heard him say that. There is hope for them. “You weren’t a man till you fucked one girl of each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. We used to call it “making the eight.” He giggled.

“Those were some lucky girls.” The youngest Baratheon brother said without a bit of excitement.

“Y/N! I suppose it counts for the boys too.” You smirked and nudged your uncle. “Those were the days.” The smile fell from his lips. Now he was angry.

“What days exactly? The ones were half of Westeros fight the other half and millions died. Or before that, when the Mad King slaughtered women and babies cause the voices in his head told him they deserved it. Or way before that, when dragons burnt whole cities to the ground.” He spat.

“Easy, boy. You might be my brother but you’re speaking to the king.” The black-haired man warned.

“More wine, your grace?” Lancel nervously offered.

“Father, you should slow down with the booze, it can make you feel dizzy and to hunt you need to stay focus.” You declared.

“Oh my dear daughter, I’d done this a million times. Wine is my preferred ally.” He said.

It all happened so fast, Robert missed his thrust and was seriously injured by a boar, he was very drunk to be concentrated. When you, Ser Barristan and Renly tried to help it was too late. You arrived from the Kingswood with him almost unconscious. All the way back you were quivering. Fearing for your father’s life.

[slightlymore]

Pride | Part 2

Pairing: CollegeStudent!Doyoung (main), Y/N, CollegeStudent!Johnny  Genre: Series | Smut | Angst | Crack | Prob fluff if you wear magnifying glasses Warnings: Swearing | +18 in general Words: 4.9K

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |  Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |  Part 8 THE END

Doyoung couldn’t believe he actually said that. 

You were standing there, with your lips slightly parted as if in awe, looking at him, incredulous. He didn’t know who looked the most shocked between the two of you. He felt like an idiot. You obviously didn’t want to go on a date with him. Why did he say that? Why was he like that? What was going on with him? “I mean, to hang out” he added quickly as if correcting the previous statement. It somewhat became even worse. As if he was begging you to hang out with him. 

“Ah,” you said after a little while, still unsure. Doyoung felt like hyperventilating. Your face transformed into that face one makes when feeling sorry or when about to reject someone. Why would you want to hang out with him? You were probably the type of person to accept just to not be rude and he hated it. What the fuck was he thinking? “Or not,” he said after a moment finding it unbearable to wait like that, in front of you.  He has never done anything like that before. It was terrible. He has promised to himself to just let you go and stop thinking about you and now there he was, asking you on dates. For fuck’s sake.  But then he saw your lips move. You were about to finally open your mouth and reply. In the same moment, your phone ringed. Doyoung saw how your eyes widened a little and he could almost feel your impatience to go and pick that up but compelling yourself to stand there. “You can go and take that,” he said and he didn’t even finish the last syllable that you were already almost running to the living room. His heart stung. “I’ll call you, Doyoung!” you said as a goodbye. “Sure” he replied, but you probably didn’t hear him. “Call me” he added in a whisper even though you never exchanged phone numbers. 

You knew it was stupid. It was even more stupid to show it to Doyoung after he saw your condition the day before. But you couldn’t help yourself. Johnny was still your friend. Thanks to the morning clarity you could see how badly you reacted yesterday towards him sleeping with another girl. What was the problem? It’s not like he was in love with her. He would still be by your side as he was always had.  “Hey” you said after breathing in and out to calm yourself. “Heeey” Johnny said. He was in a good mood. You smiled. “Are you able to stand?” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes even if he wasn’t able to see. “I’m perfectly fine. I didn’t drink that much” you explained.  “Good. Doyoung took good care of you,” he said.  Your smile flattered a little. “You knew he was taking me home?” you asked.  “Duh. What kind of friend would I be if I let you be taken by random people without worrying about you?” he asked. 

You felt confused. That’s why he didn’t call or text. He didn’t need to. He already knew and didn’t need to worry too much. It’s not like he was too busy. He thought about you and your safety first. Then he thought about that girl. Doyoung made it look as if Johnny was unaware of your whereabouts and didn’t care about you. He lied. You felt your guts starting to boil a little. “I thought Doyoung did it all by himself” you commented. “Oh no” replied Johnny, “he actually didn’t want to do it and I asked him to. He did me a favour” he explained. You nodded. It was obvious. You felt stupid. It was so obvious that your best friend would care about you more than about his hookup partner. It’s not like he forgot about you.  Johnny looked after you and worried that you arrived home safely. Doyoung made it seem as if he was a hero when in reality he didn’t even care about you at all. What a dick, you thought. Going on a date my ass. What was that? A cruel manoeuvre to laugh about you and make you feel stupid for having an unrequited love? You were getting mad. You were so ashamed that you thought badly about Johnny with a stranger as if Johnny hurt you. He didn’t hurt you at all. He just loved you as a friend and it was enough for you. You were just being dramatic about it. You and Johnny were still the most important people for each other. He still cared about you more than other girls. You didn’t call nor you texted and Doyoung wasn’t surprised at all. It was the first day of the new semester and he did his best to just stop thinking about you. Why did he even like you in the first place? He had no real reason. Your interactions were like one and a very bad one, to say the least. There was nothing, in particular, he liked about you. Next time he’ll see you he won’t look twice. This time for real.  But then he actually saw you. 

His heart did a whole gymnastic routine. For fuck’s sake. He had to close his eyes for a moment and breathe yet again. What a moron.

When he opened them he understood that you were coming towards him. “What you did was vile” you accused him when you got close enough.  He blinked a few times looking at you. Your expression was scary and your eyes furious. “What are you talking about?” he asked, trying to not comment on your word choice.  You crossed your arms on your chest and puffed your cheeks. Doyoung knew that you wanted to intimidate him but he found it adorable. He tried hard not to chuckle.  “You painted Johnny as the bad guy that doesn’t care about me and acted as if you wanted to take care of me when Johnny basically begged you for you to accept” you explained. 

Doyoung expected absolutely everything to come out of your mouth, besides that. “First of all”, he began with a low voice. 

“Also you didn’t tell me that he knew where I was or that he was worried about me” you talked again. “You made it sound as if he didn’t give a fuck, making me think badly of him” you added. “Let me speak” he replied. He was starting to get irritated as well. You scoffed. “First of all, I never painted him as the bad guy. I have no idea where you got that from. Second of all, it’s not true that he begged me to take you home and I refused” he said trying to keep his voice down as some curious eyes and ears started to get a little too invasive. “I talked to him. He said that” you interrupted him. “Let me finish” he warned you again. “And third, he actually didn’t give a fuck about you yesterday, okay? He was not worried. He didn’t know where you were, what were you doing and with whom. I said to him that you needed to go home and he just gave me the address. I didn’t refuse to do it. I was just shocked that he was so eager to give you off on the hands of a stranger so easily” he finished. You gulped a few times as he spoke. Your throat was dry. “Yeah, but he did warn you to be careful. That means that he does care and that he was worried. He told me that. He still cares about me” you talked again. Doyoung didn’t reply to that and just looked at you. His expression was a mask of disappointment. “Why are you doing this?” he asked you, this time softly. It threw you off guard. His eyes looked as if reading your mind and soul and you hated it. “What do you mean?” you asked as well. Doyoung tightened his lips in a line and crossed his arms on his chest as well. “Why are you trying so hard to convince yourself that he cares about you in a way that is beyond friendship?” he asked. When he saw your eyes get wide, as big as to almost see his own reflection in them, he knew that he hurt you irremediably. But could he just shut up and let you suffer like that again? He wasn’t even doing it for himself anymore, was he? It was just ridiculous to see you still so attached to someone that wasn’t interested, defending him and lying to yourself that he actually cared about you in ways he didn’t. “I’m not trying to do that” you replied. “You just painted him as a bad friend, which he is not, and I wanted to make sure that you knew that” you added. Your eyes hurt as if trying to hold in tears. You weren’t about to start crying in front of this dude. Not again. “He wasn’t a great friend though, was he? He left you alone the whole night while getting his dick sucked. If he were a good friend he would have let that girl go, and took you home by himself instead of asking the guy who took care of you the whole night and that actually offered himself first making sure to let your friends know your condition and your whereabouts” Doyoung spurted out. 

He was being cruel. He knew that. But he couldn’t just handle this situation in a more diplomatic way. Putting Johnny under a bad light wasn’t his intentions at all but he couldn’t agree and say to you that he was an amazing guy and just encourage you to continue crushing on him that way. “I thought that after yesterday night, you would have decided to change something about this situation” Doyoung added. You wanted to slap him. Only because he assisted at one of your breakdowns it didn’t mean he could just butt in and tell you what to do. It was mortifying. Your rational side of your head knew that he was right and you hated it. “Mind your own fucking business” you warned him as you finally found your voice. Then you just turned around and left. Doyoung looked at your back going further away until you turned a corner. He felt like dying. 

“What do you think if we went out tonight?” Johnny asked you as you were walking to grab lunch. He didn’t know about your fight with Doyoung and he didn’t have to. You would need to explain too many details that you’ve done your best to keep secret all of this time. You imagined him laugh at your worries. Of course, I care about you, Y/N. I didn’t worry much because I know that you and Doyoung like each other and I thought you were having fun, there was no reason for me to butt in, he would say. I don’t like him, you stupid idiot, I like you! you wanted to scream. “On a Monday?” you asked, even if you didn’t care about not sleeping a whole night if it meant hanging out with him.  “We have an afternoon class tomorrow” Johnny explained. “Also, I want you to meet someone,” he said after a moment with a smile. He looked almost shy. You stopped. He walked a step ahead then stopped as well. “Are you dating that girl?” you asked with a feeble voice. Johnny smiled as a reply glad that you understood so easily. “I mean, it happened all very fast and I don’t want to talk too soon, but…” he didn’t complete the phrase. “What’s wrong?” he nudged at you with his elbow seeing you shocked and silent. “I’m sure you’ll like her. She’s great. We’ve talked about you a lot and she’s excited to meet you”. You felt like crying. You felt like falling on the ground and screaming. You were sure she was very great indeed if Johnny, the mighty Johnny, Johnny fucking Suh, decided to date her. And that was the most painful thing. The fact that she was probably amazing and you had no reason to hate her. She deserved Johnny and he deserved someone like her. It finally happened. You lost him.  Johnny sighed as you wouldn’t crack a word. “We can bring Doyoung along as well” he tried to talk you into it, assuming you were just nervous.  You wanted to break something.  “Yeah, sure, why not?” you tried to smile. 

You didn’t expect Doyoung to show up. “Are you here to laugh at me?” you asked him while walking towards the local McDonald’s. It was a weird choice but the girl smiled so brightly when saying she craved fast-food that no one had the heart to object. She was just as you imagined her to be. Johnny asked you, whispering, what your opinion was, but you felt so empty inside that you couldn’t comment the way she deserved. “She’s just perfect, Johnny” you simply managed to say, because that was what he wanted to hear. He smiled sweetly, glad that you approved and turned back to her. You ended up walking behind them, forced to stare at how he wrapped her shoulder with his arm and how she wrapped his waist with hers. Doyoung was silently walking with hands in his pockets beside you. He didn’t reply to your question. “I’m sorry for yelling at you” you talked to him again after a while. “It’s alright” he replied. 

You sighed. How many times have you apologized to him already? Doyoung saw the worst in you in just two days and you already had a full-on fight, you had to thank him multiple times and apologize to him and it was the most you’ve done with basically a stranger. “I’m sorry as well. I should have chosen my words more wisely” he added. “Yes,” you agreed. He rolled his eyes at you. “I was right though, wasn’t I?” he asked, comfortable enough to lightly joke around. You saw how nervous he looked while approaching you, sure that you were still mad at him. You felt sorry. He didn’t deserve any of this.  “Yes, but you were still a dick about it” you replied with a little smile. “I still think you have no right to give off opinions” you added lifting up your chin at him. He looked at you for a second then smiled back and went silent again. You didn’t expect that. You felt like bickering with someone. You were trying to stab him a little but he didn’t care about your darts at all. He was feeling weirdly distant and sad. What was he so sad about? “Are you alright?” you asked him. He looked at you again, slightly surprised. “Yeah, why?” he asked. You shrugged. “Just checking” you replied. You walked a few steps in silence. “Are you alright?” he asked. It was the first time he alluded to the Johnny situation. His voice went a little quieter and deeper. He had never asked you how you felt before, not on the swing, not while carrying you home, not the morning after. Maybe because it was obvious before. “Do I look alright?” you asked him. He analyzed you thoroughly even if it was a rhetorical question. “Objectively, yes,” he said. “You’re good at hiding” he commented. You smiled at him as if guarding a secret you both were aware of. “I’ve learned from you,” you said. I’ve learned from you. You learned from him. To hide. To hide feelings. You could see his feelings? You knew he was hiding feelings? What does that mean? What was that? He was panicking.  When Johnny called him, Doyoung thought he wanted to fight or something. Then he asked if he was free tonight and Doyoung thought he wanted to beat him up in a parking lot. But then he mentioned a double date and Doyoung felt something he couldn’t describe with words. Shock, happiness, agonizing pain thinking about you, relief, anxiety.  “You good?” Doyoung heard Johnny’s voice at his right. “Yeah” he replied. He realized everyone was eating their food while he just stared at it. He grabbed his burger and bit down. He was not feeling hungry at all. Looking at you, he realized he wasn’t the only one.  Johnny seemed like a pretty smart guy and Doyoung couldn’t understand how oblivious he was to the situation. You were so depressed trying to eat your almost cold fries what he felt like screaming. Why didn’t you even confess your love to Johnny? What if he would have dated you? What if Johnny secretly liked you and never said it because you thought you didn’t like him back just the way you were thinking? Doyoung hated the rational part of himself that only thought about the best objective outcome instead of his own desires but he hated seeing you like that more than he hated his own unreciprocated feelings. Because even if it looked like Johnny wasn’t a problem anymore, he still was since you were so in love with him. That’s why Doyoung couldn’t feel joy at all, because nothing changed for him. He knew he could easily just insert himself into your life but would that be fair for both of you? Would it be positive to make you forget about your love so forcefully? Would he be able to stay with you knowing that you were thinking about another man? He felt nauseous. And you probably did feel that way as well as you suddenly got up. 

"I’m going to the bathroom,” you said, walking hurriedly. 

Johnny looked at you surprised. 

“Do you think she’s okay?” he asked to no one in particular.  Doyoung sighed.  “Maybe her stomach is a little upset,” said The Girl. 

“I need to go and wash my hands,” Doyoung said getting up as well. Johnny looked at his clean hands and raised an eyebrow but couldn’t make a comment since Doyoung was already walking through the bathroom doors. 

He stopped in the little corridor and peeked inside the ladies restroom. A woman was standing in front of the mirror. She looked at him as if he was a pervert. “Do you need help? The men’s one is behind you” she said. Doyoung ignored her.  Were you really having an upset stomach or were you just dramatically crying on the toilet? 

Fuck it, he thought while stepping into the bathroom. 

“Hey, young man!” the woman from before said to him. He ignored her again. 

“Y/N” he called. There was only one occupied toilet. You didn’t reply but he could hear some sniffling. 

“I’m going to call someone to take you out if you don’t-” the lady started to talk again. 

“Just shut up for a second” Doyoung replied without looking at her. “Y/N, let’s go home” he added talking to you.  He waited for a few seconds.  The door then opened slowly revealing your red nose and eyes. Doyoung sighed.  “I can’t believe you came to the ladies restroom. What are you thinking?” you commented getting out, trying to be snarky, as if you weren’t crying for the Nth time in front of him.  Doyoung was about to reply sarcastically as the only way he could communicate, especially in those types of sad and awkward situations, but the words died in his throat. 

Because you suddenly hugged him. 

Well, it wasn’t really a hug, you just grabbed his waist, almost knocking him down, and hid your face on his hoodie, sobbing. Doyoung blinked a few times not knowing what to do with his arms. He was T-posing in a McDonald’s ladies’ bathroom while a girl was crying on his chest. It was almost funny. Slowly, though, he touched your back and patted on your shoulders to calm you down. 

“Let’s go home” he whispered again. 

You sniffled and separated yourself from him. Then you blew your nose with toilet paper and looked up at him. 

“I’m a mess,” you said looking briefly at yourself in the mirror. 

“Yeah” he replied even if he thought you were cute. “It’s fine though, let’s go,” he said grabbing you by your arm. You let yourself be carried away. 

“Hey” you heard Johnny as you approached the table. Doyoung took your jacket and made you wear it. 

“What happened?” Johnny talked again. He looked very worried and it made you feel even worse. Even his girlfriend looked preoccupied. 

“She has very painful cramps right now” Doyoung answered for you putting your bag on his shoulder. “I’m taking her home,” he said. 

You looked at Doyoung at the same moment Johnny looked at you. 

“Damn” he commented. “I’m so sorry,” said the Girl. “Yeah, that sucks, Y/N” added Johnny. 

“It’s fine” you played along. “I just need some rest” you nodded as to convince them and they nodded back.  “Get well soon,” The Girl said. “See you later, ” added Johnny.  “Okay, bye,” Doyoung said, not being able to stand himself the situation. You walked away quickly as he dragged you, then you remembered that you had to act as if in pain and slowed down a little. Johnny stared at how your fingers were intertwined with Doyoung’s ones until you left. 

_____

You were still holding hands. There wasn’t any reason to do it but it gave you some emotional support so you didn’t let go. Doyoung looked as if it didn’t bother him either. 

The night was cold but the weather was good enough to have a slow walk. 

“About that date” you started. 

Doyoung winced. “Don’t worry about that. I was joking” he said. 

“I mean” you added, “maybe we can hang out tonight” you went on. 

Doyoung didn’t say anything for a few moments and just walked staring at the dark sidewalk. 

“What I wanted to say is that if I go home my roommates are going to ask questions and I don’t feel like talking right now” you explained. You didn’t want to seem as if you were begging him to hang out with you. 

Doyoung raised his gaze. “Yeah, alright” he replied. 

You sighed awkwardly. You were still asking him for a favour. Since you met him he’s only been doing stuff for you. 

“But I don’t want to be a burden. We can go separate ways if you want to. You don’t have to-” you started to mumble as to excuse yourself. 

He tugged at your hand as to make you shut up and looked at you. 

“It’s fine. I want to” he explained. 

“Ok,” you whispered. 

Then you walked in silence. What a depressing night, you thought. 

“We can watch a movie” you talked again after a while. 

“Yeah” he agreed. 

Then silence again. 

“Are we going to the cinema, or-?” you asked as you were walking towards the opposite direction from where the movie theatre was. 

“We’re going to my apartment” he commented as if it was obvious. 

You blushed and hoped he wouldn’t see. You had no reason to feel shy about it but just the wording made you feel embarrassed. Doyoung didn’t look like the type of guy to try and kiss you or worse (!) without you being comfortable and definitely not after seeing you cry about another man, but still, you’ve never been alone to some guy’s house before, besides Johnny’s. But Johnny was your best friend. Doyoung was a stranger.  Okay, not true. He was an acquaintance. Alright, you could even call him a friend. But he was still a guy. He did ask you on a date, didn’t he? You weren’t that naive. What, you thought, what if you ended up sleeping together? God. You found yourself feeling a little hot.  But then you thought about it for a moment and something inside of you shifted. Or for lack of better words, died. And you didn’t care anymore about anything. So what if you slept together? So what?

His apartment was very nice. Like, very very nice. You walked in slowly and looked around in awe.  “So,” you started. “you’re rich?” you asked while he took your jacket.  He chuckled then breathed in as if not knowing what to say. “I guess you could say that” he replied.  “I mean, you even live alone as a student. That must be great” you commented while looking at his shelves. A few books, family photos, some knick-knacks. He went away then came back with some water. He handed it to you.  You looked at his hand and laughed before accepting the glass.  “Why do you always give me water?” you asked. But you knew the answer to that. Because you were always crying. How embarrassing. 

“What do you think of her?” you asked following him to the couch. His eyes got shiny as he turned the TV on. 

“I don’t have any opinion. I don’t even know what’s her name” he answered. You knew that he probably thought you were pathetic but you really needed to talk about it with someone.  You sighed tucking yourself under the soft blanket he retrieved from his side of the couch.  “You always say you have no opinions but I can see how judgemental you are. You can be honest about your thoughts with me” you commented. It was meant to be a light joke but Doyoung looked at you with a weird gaze. 

“You’ve said that before as well” he replied. “That I hide stuff” he added. 

You looked back at him and shifted your body weight to make yourself more comfortable. 

“I mean, I am very transparent, aren’t I?” you asked laughing. “Like, embarrassingly transparent. You’re just very reserved. You could be angry or depressed right now and I wouldn’t be able to tell” you explained further. 

Doyoung didn’t comment on that. 

“That’s a skill that comes handy in situations like before” you talked again with a smile. You didn’t mean to offend him and you wanted to express that you thought it was cool. 

“I want to be like that as well,” you said. 

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Doyoung’s heart was about to burst. He was still holding your hand and you were holding his, and you didn’t indicate as to wanting to let go and for a moment he let himself think that you were on a date together. He saw you shivering a few times and rationally he could tell it was kinda cold but his body felt so hot that he felt like taking his clothes off. He didn’t expect you to actually follow him. He imagined you getting out of that place and just go home. But you held his hand and just walked into the direction he took. It was definitely because you couldn’t think straight. You were overwhelmed and confused. But he didn’t have the heart to be like “I’m going home right now, where are you going?”. 

So he just walked. 

Then you asked him to hang out with you. Were you really in the mood to spend time with him? Was it to just not think about Johnny? He was comfortable, you said before, and he was there. It was just natural for you to use him to your own advantage. He didn’t blame you for that.  He thought about how he would have been hurt by that outcome in other circumstances but at that moment he was feeling so tired about everything that he didn’t have any energy to be hurt anymore. Use me, he thought, just use me and get better. I don’t care. You were holding his hand and walking with him, not with Johnny and not with anyone else, and that’s what mattered. 

He was feeling pretty good while you chatted away on the couch, the movie long forgotten. Your whole attention was on him and even if a part of himself knew that it was your own coping mechanism to not think about Johnny even if for an hour, he let himself think that you were actually interested in what he was saying. That you chose him specifically and not because he was happening to be there.  And then when he saw you smiling at him that way he found himself not having any more words to say. He just stared at you staring back at him. You smiled even brighter sawing him suddenly silent.  “What?” you asked chuckling. But then he saw your pupils widening slightly and he knew that you understood. His breath grew a little irregular as you leaned in slowly and stopped as close as to let him breathe in your scent.  “Y/N” he said, almost whispering. It was meant to warn you. He wanted to stop whatever you were trying to do. But it probably sounded more like a prayer. Doyoung wasn’t sure himself what he meant with that. 

You looked at him in the eyes. His chest was aching so much. He was feeling as if underwater and your kiss was the only occasion to drink in the fresh air. 

And so you kissed him. 

It was weird but he couldn’t be present in the moment as much as his heart wanted. He felt like dreaming. It wasn’t real. He felt like grabbing air with his hands and trying to run when your feet were deep buried into the soil. 

You started off gentle, almost afraid, but that delicacy soon enough turned into something more. When he sensed you getting closer to him he didn’t stop his hands from sliding around your waist and you moved again. He heard you panting against his lips and his head was empty empty empty. 

When you straddled him he lost it. He probably whined when you sat on his lap and pressed your lips on his neck. You were warm and soft and he hugged you tight against him, wanting you closer and closer. He let you take off his hoodie, place your hands on his chest, bit down on his skin, and then, he finally looked at your face again. 

And he stopped. His breath suddenly calmed down. His head got clear. 

You looked back at him with empty eyes. He saw the moment when you understood that he caught you. 

“Is it a problem for you?” you asked. “Is this too much big of a favour to ask?” you added. 

Doyoung tried to breathe in and out. Of course. 

He knew. 

He knew until a second ago, until he felt your lips on his. 

God. 

He let himself go this way. He felt sick. 

He did think to himself that it was okay for him to be used but not this way. 

No, this hurt too much. 

How could he sleep with you when you were thinking about another man? 

“You don’t want this, Y/N. It’s not the right way to get over him” he whispered. His voice came out very gentle for once. You frowned. He could tell you were embarrassed and probably on the verge of tears. 

“I just want to get over it as soon as possible” you whispered back. 

“I know it’s wrong and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry” you added getting off him and sitting back on the couch. “I’m sorry” you apologized again. 

“It’s fine,” he said. He has been saying that for a long time now. 

But he wasn’t feeling fine at all. 

[delos-mio]

Death of a Bachelor - Part 16

A/N: The bitch is back! Thank you EVERYONE who has showed me love and patience and grace while I took time for myself to get back in order. If you’d like to refresh your memory or catch up, you can do so here. This is by far the longest chapter of DOAB so far, because no one can make messes like the Delos’ can. Tags are at the end, please let me know if you no longer want to be tagged! (or, if you want to be added) There is a scene akin to a panic attack if that’s a trigger for anyone- please proceed with caution! Alright, I think I’ve talked enough. Please enjoy Sweet 16!

The night before Jim’s retirement party, you were curled up next to Logan. Both of you couldn’t be bothered to get dressed after soaking, and perhaps a bit more, in the bathtub together. Since there were still so many last minute details to take care of, Logan had been out of the house most of the last week. You hadn’t seen him for more than the 5 or so minutes when he came home and kissed you goodnight before sliding into bed next to you since last Thursday. He still found time during the day to text you, telling you how much he missed seeing you, how that kiss he got at the end of the night, when you were still half asleep and flushed, was the best part of his day. Sure, Logan could be a shithead, but he was sweet when he wanted to be. And he was yours.

His skin was still warm and just the slightest bit slick as he propped himself up over you, eyes searching over your face.  The look on his face, the soft one with the adoring eyes and just slightly upturned lips, was your very favorite expression of his and one you simply couldn’t resist. “I missed you. I missed this,” you murmured, moving your hand over his collarbone and down to his bicep.

“Promise I missed you more,” Logan smirked and nuzzled into your neck.

You arched up enough to press your lips to his, savoring the fact that you could finally take your time kissing him. Logan was eager to acquiesce and slowly, teasingly, ran his tongue along your bottom lip. Just kissing him was already making you ache for round two. But just as you were about to grab his hips and drag them over yours, Logan pulled back and looked you in the eyes again.

“You’re everything to me,” he mumbled, running his large palms over your hips. You couldn’t help the stupid, dopey grin that spread over your face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. Logan surprised you then by rolling off you and walking out of the bedroom without saying a word. You snapped to attention and sat up in bed, letting the blanket fall around your waist as you debated whether or not to follow Logan. But, he returned only a moment later, now with his hands behind his back. Still standing in the doorway, he paused and let out a breath. “You look so beautiful right now,” he mused, unable to tear his eyes from you.

“C’mere.” You smiled and patted his side of the bed. Logan quickly complied and sat down, taking one of your hands in his. He looked a little nervous and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

“I know I haven’t been around a lot over the last couple months, and really not around this week. But I hope you know that I would always much rather be here, rolling around naked in bed with you,” he smirked. You let out a single laugh and squeezed his hand.

“I absolutely believe that,” you giggled.

“So, I kind of got you something. Just to say thank you.” Logan pulled a larger, flat black box from behind his back with a black silk ribbon around it. You took it from him, still looking in his eyes.

“Lo,” you started, smiling, “You didn’t have to get me anything. You know I understand.”

“Yeah, but,” he shrugged, almost looking a little bashful, “It’s something I want you to have.” You tugged the ribbon loose and opened the top of the box on its single hinge. Inside, there was a breathtaking diamond pendant necklace. It was simple and elegant and totally you.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed out. “Thank you, Lo.” He could only nod his head, his gaze now fixed on your still joined hands.

“The, um,” he started, his voice shaking just a little before he was forced to clear his throat. “The stone is from one of my mom’s rings.” Your gaze snapped up from the necklace to Logan, your mind going completely blank. “I meant what I said, princess. You’re everything to me. And I was hoping maybe you’d keep a little bit of me with you.”

The Logan you met in the coffee shop, the Logan who hung over girls and guys to make you jealous, the Logan who damn near overdosed to forget who he was…all those Logans had grown and morphed into the man sitting beside you. You couldn’t wrap your mind around him giving up something of his mom’s willingly. This was a lot for him. This wasn’t him just custom making some expensive piece of jewelry to say sorry. He loved you. Logan Delos really and truly loved you. The tears that sprang to your eyes were sudden and free flowing.

“Of course. Of course, I’d love to,” you choked out. Logan finally looked back up then and saw your tears, which he quickly thumbed away. You understanding what he was trying to say without him having to say it took a visible weight off his shoulders. He leaned back against the headboard and let out a breath he must have been holding. You wasted no time climbing into his lap and peppering his face with kisses. Finally, Logan broke into a grin, which you couldn’t help but kiss straight on. “Thank you, baby. I love it. And I love you.”

“Anything for my princess,” he mumbled against your mouth. And, yeah, you believed that.

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The guests were all just beginning to arrive. You recognized a good handful of them, familiar faces from other Delos events. But a lot of them were old friends of Jim’s. They all had that distinct look of asshole with way more money than brains and old enough to be the father of the girls they had hanging from their arms. The sight made you a little more than uncomfortable, but it seemed very on brand for the company Jim kept.

Juliet, and Logan to a smaller extent, had done a beautiful job putting together a retirement party worthy of a billionaire. Jim fawned over Juliet, going on and on about how wonderful she did, bragging proudly to anyone who would listen. Though he acted like he didn’t care, and truthfully, it was what he’d come to expect from his father, Logan could be seen in quiet moments with just the barest trace of a frown. True, he hated Jim, but that was still his father. And his father was still refusing to acknowledge any of Logan’s successes, even the small ones like picking a five star caterer. Even though Juliet had taken up a lot of the actual planning and arranging, it was still Logan’s idea to event throw this party. Logan was still technically the one hosting. It broke your heart. After over a year, it had become a familiar sight, but time did nothing to dull the pain it drove into your chest.

As you scanned the rest of the crowd, sending a close mouthed smile to a woman you recognized, you felt John slide up next to you.

“Logan ditch you?”

“Momentarily,” you said with a small laugh. “Something about Jules and puff pastry.”

“Sounds about right,” John smiled. “Who knows what kind of disaster there would be if he wasn’t there to intervene!”

“You say that like he wouldn’t be the one causing the disaster,” you laughed as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“You are so cruel. All the time.” Logan’s lips connected with your next once and then twice before sporting a full grin.

“You’re in a much better mood than this morning,” you noted, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“No fucking joke. You were a little bitch this morning,” John laughed. Honestly, John wasn’t too far off the truth. Logan was worried about being able to pull off this party the way he had planned it out in his head. So, once you got to the Delos compound that morning, he went from 0 to 60, ordering staff around and groaning over wrinkles in his dress shirt.

“You know what, fuck you both,” Logan said with absolutely no bite. If anything, his grip around you tightened. “I can’t believe Billy is late to this. Jules is going to fucking kill him.”

“Hopefully,” you and John said in unison. It was odd, though, that William hadn’t showed up yet. He was already a fashionable 30 minutes late to his future father in law’s retirement soiree. And, to his knowledge, this was the same man whose company he was taking over, so it was not a good look for him to be running so late. As if she could sense the topic at hand, Juliet stormed over to your group, grabbing a flute of champagne off a tray and downing it in a single go.

“He’s getting on my last goddamn nerve,” she all but growled, staring at the front door, waiting for her fiancé to slide in.

“I’m sure he’s on his way,” you said, resting your hand on her arm comfortingly.

“He knew, he KNEW how important this was to me and he couldn’t even be bothered to get here on time! Dad’s supposed to hand Delos over to him in front of all these people. You’d think he’d show a little more respect.” Juliet crossed her arms and looked down at the floor, disappointment lacing her voice. Logan conveniently lifted his drink to his mouth as she spoke, not wanting to make Juliet feel worse about her piece of shit fiancé.

From the corner of your eye, the front door opening drew your attention away from the conversation at hand. William was walking in with a slender, beautiful blonde woman you didn’t recognize. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked guilty as hell. “Jules,” you said quietly and pointed your chin toward the door. She let out and exasperated sigh and shot him daggers.

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” William tried, leaning in to kiss Juliet. All he got was her cheek as she turned away from him. “Jules, please. I had to pick up the pianist like you asked me to, remember?” he said gently, not wanting to incur any more of the younger Delos’ wrath. She looked back him at the mention of that. Evidently, that was something she had tasked William with.

“Fuck. I forgot. There’s been,” she let out a breath, “There’s been so much going on.”

“I know. But, I got her here!” he said with a cruel smile. His expression confused you. But when you felt Logan freeze completely, you knew whatever it was that William did, he did it for the express purpose of making Logan uncomfortable.

“Thank you so much for having me. This is a beautiful home,” the pianist said with a pleasant smile as she shook Juliet’s hand.

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” Logan mumbled to the group before releasing you and taking off for the staircase, not stopping for anyone in his way.

“I should…” you started before following the path he took up to the second level. All of the doors were closed, which made finding Logan a little more difficult. But, you remembered from coming her a handful of times before which one was his childhood bedroom. You knocked lightly on the door. “Lo? Baby?” you called, not getting a response. Gently, you opened the door and saw Logan sitting at the foot of the bed, his head hung down with his fingers laced together behind his neck.

You could see his toe tapping erratically on the floor, a tell-tale sign he was anxious. With the door shut behind you, you kneeled down in front of him and put your palms low on his thighs. “What’s going on?”

“I can’t do this,” he said softly. “I can’t…Fuck!” he cried out, tugging at the roots of his dark hair.

“Shh, babe,” you cooed, rubbing your hands in gentle circles. “Take a deep breath.” It took some effort, but Logan managed to gulp down a shuddering breath. “One more.” He repeated the action with more success. “Talk to me, Lo,” you said, encouraging him to open up. Logan had made so much progress with opening up and being vulnerable with you, it broke your heart to see him shut down so completely.

“She…” he began. So, it was the pianist. Perhaps she was a former lover. Did he know by now you wouldn’t care if she was? You trusted Logan and you knew there would be an ex fling or twenty still around LA. The thought didn’t bother you. Was there something about this one? He said he’d never been in love before, so what could be so bad that would send him running on sight?

“Who is she?”

“It’s Delores.” That was not an option you had considered. In your mind, you’d placed Delores into a box of ‘evil robot still in Westworld’ and therefore unable to get to your Logan out here in the real world. You had assumed he was safe now. He was healing. Shit, he was thriving. But she walked into a day Logan had planned out from sunrise to sunset and completely threw him off course.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed. “What can I do? What do you need?”

“I don’t know,” Logan sighed. “How many fucking piano players are in LA? There have to be hundreds! And that stupid fuck had to bring her here. He had to pick the one person he knows will rattle me.” He let our a sharp breath, running his hands down his face. “And he fucked her! He fucked her and fell in fucking love with her and brought her around Jules?” You could feel his blood pressure rising even from where you were kneeling on the floor. “I hate him. I him, baby,” he said, his eyes glassy as he finally looked at you.

“He’s a piece of shit, Lo,” you said simply. Logan was still being tortured by a man who very clearly had no sense of respect or decency. The thought of the hurt he was causing Logan and Juliet, if she knew about his clandestine relationship, was enough to make you charge back downstairs and lay him out yourself.

“This is so stupid. I shouldn’t freak out just seeing one stupid robot,” he muttered.

“Hey.” You pulled his hands away from his head and stood just enough that you could hike up your dress a bit and straddle Logan. His arms instantly wrapped around your waist and he let his head rest on your shoulder. “It’s not stupid. They both did unthinkable things to you,” you whispered into his ear. “I’m sorry she’s here and this is happening to you. But Lo,” you lifted his chin to look into his deep, dark eyes, “I am so proud of you. You worked so hard on not just this deal or this party, but on yourself. And I know how hard it’s been for you. So you’re allowed to freak out a bit, ok?” You both laughed lightly, but a lone tear fell from his eye, which he quickly wiped away.

“I don’t say it enough, I know. But you know how much I love you, right?” Logan asked, his gaze soft as his palms moved along your sides. The light reflecting off the necklace he gave you the night before caught his eye, and just the barest trace of a smile formed on his lips. He looked so handsome and so open, you couldn’t resist leaning down and placing a single long, firm kiss on his soft mouth.

“Of course I know. I love you too,” you smiled and he grinned right back.

“Mmm, say it again,” he smirked and you shoved his shoulder.

“I love you, dummy.” Just as you threatened to laugh, Logan tilted his chin up to kiss you again, this time taking control and letting his tongue trace over yours. The spark between you ignited immediately and Logan pulled your hips just a little bit closer to his. His half hard cock was noticeable as he adjusted you in his lap. Your heart was hammering in your chest as Logan moved his lips from yours to trail along your jaw and down to your neck. Logan took his time kissing that spot right at the base of your throat that he knew you loved. “Logan,” you breathed out.

“Hmm?” he mumbled against your skin, unwilling to move his lips too far from you.

“We should consider heading back downstairs,” you said before moaning at his teeth scraping that same sweet spot.

“Or,” you could feel Logan smirk against you, “We could stay up here for a bit and you could ride me.” Given what Logan was currently doing to you and what was going on downstairs, you were greatly tempted to give in to him. But you knew he was hiding behind sex again, which you didn’t mind, but the sensible part of your brain knew there was unfinished business to attend to before you could give Logan the kind of sexual attention he deserved.

“How about we go back downstairs and get this day over with and then tonight, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me out on the deck?” you bargained, knowing he likely wouldn’t say no to semi-public sex.

“Anything I want?” he asked with an arched eyebrow and you nodded. “And I can do it out on the deck where I can show everyone how fucking incredible you look with me inside you?”

You nipped his bottom lip before standing up and holding your hand out to him. “Anything for my love.”

His eyes went bright as he looked over you, his smile soft. Logan pulled you tight to him and placed a light kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“I’ve got you. I’ve always got you,” you whispered back before kissing him one more time.

The two of you walked back downstairs to rejoin the party, Logan waiting at the bottom of the staircase to take your hand and help you the rest of the way down. Now that he had calmed down a bit, he kept your arm in his as an anchor, something to ground him and keep his thoughts occupied. You gladly accepted the job and squeezed his bicep reassuringly.

“There you are!” Juliet was clipping up to you and Logan, irritation burning in her eyes.

“Here I am,” Logan smirked.

“Shut up. Dad’s about ready to make his little speech, so I need you up front.”

“Why? So he can look at me like I’m a piece of shit while he gives my company over to Billy?” Logan bit back.

“Please don’t do this right now,” Juliet sighed. “I just need you to smile for five minutes and then you can go right back to wishing he was dead.”

Logan conceded and kissed you once more before following Juliet outside where the bulk of the party goers had gathered. You spotted John up near the front and made your way to him, not wanting to be left alone in a sea of billionaire strangers. John made room for you and threw his arm over your shoulder.

“You ready for this?”

“I really don’t know.” You were nervous. You worried about any potential fallout and just wanted Logan to be happy at the end of it all. That was all you really wanted these days.

“Attention, attention,” Juliet sang out as she gently clinked a fork against her glass. “First, I want to thank you all so much for coming. It means a lot to our family that you’d be here to celebrate my father and his many accomplishments.” There was a small bout of applause and you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling. “I know he wants to make a few remarks of his own. So, without further ado, Jim Delos,” Juliet said with a smile.

Jim took the spotlight and gave her a tender kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, Jules. Can we have another round of applause for the wonderful job she’s done putting this event together?” The crowd clapped and you could hear Juliet try to say something along the lines of ‘Logan too!’, which Jim promptly ignored.

“I started Delos 30 years ago with the hope of changing how the world viewed VR and on a broader scale, the world around us. In those 30 years, I made a lot of sacrifices to grow Delos into the corporation it is today. If I were asked to do it all again,” You looked to Logan and saw the little glimmer of hope in his eyes, “There’s not a goddamn thing I’d change.” You couldn’t bear to look at him a second time. There was no way you’d be able to stomach the hurt we was undoubtedly trying to hide on his face.

“And while I initially set up my succession to have the business stay in the family, I was presented an offer I couldn’t turn down.” Murmurs broke out among the crowd, trying to understand what Jim was trying to say. William stood tall with his jaw set, confusion set on his face. Juliet had an almost identical look on her face as well. Next to you, John started to move forward, but not before shooting you a comforting wink. “It’s my pleasure to announce the new owner of Delos, Mr. John Collins.”

Confused and scattered applause started up, most of the guests still confused by what was going on. William had been acting head for some months now, so the sudden change was throwing nearly everyone present for a loop. “Thank you, Jim.” The two shook hands and Jim gave him a hearty clasp on the back. “J&L Ventures is very excited to be embarking on the adventure that is owning Delos. We have a strong vision on where we see Delos 5, 10, even 20 years down the line. And, yes, Jim is correct in calling me the owner of Delos. But I’m just the charming, eloquent half of the J in J&L.” John succeeded in getting laughs. John did have that bit of charm about him that people seemed to latch on to immediately. “Please, L, join me up here?”

Logan took four proud, certain steps forward and stood at John’s side, smug and sexy as he’d ever been. Now it was time for the crowd to gasp and loudly chatter. It was comical, you thought, the collective clutched pearls of those around you. You were so taken by how proud Logan looked that you almost forgot to check for William’s reaction. He was bright red and downright murderous- at Logan or Jim, you weren’t sure. Perhaps both. Juliet looked like she had seen a ghost and all color had drained from her face. It would have been nice if she’d been able to be looped into all of this, Logan had regrets about having to keep this from her. But, he also knew there had to be as few people as possible who knew about the sale of Delos.

“WHAT?” The roar from Jim pulled all attention to where he stood.

“L. You know, like for Logan? My name?” Logan chirped back. “Let me recap- you sold Delos to John. John is my business partner. John is also my best friend. It’s not my fucking fault you weren’t around enough growing up that you can’t even remember what my best fucking friend looks like!”

“How dare you speak to me like that!” Jim bellowed. He began to berate Logan as another argument broke out between William and Juliet.

“Did you know about this?” William growled, violently taking her arm in his hand.

“Does it look like I knew about this!” she yelled, yanking her arm away. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me! You really think I’d keep a secret like this from you? Do you know me at all?”

“Well, I thought I did. But maybe you’re just a cheat like everyone else in your goddamn family!” He was spitting mad and inching closer and closer to Juliet. But, being the big brother he was, Logan stepped between the two, pushing William back by the chest.

“Take another step closer to her and I’ll fucking kill you,” Logan said plainly. He didn’t need any theatrics for William to know he was serious. He stormed off into the house, leaving with a huff and pulling at his hair. Logan turned then to check on his sister, who was thankful for his intervention but clearly hesitant to even speak to him right now. You couldn’t hear their conversation, but it must not have gone in Logan’s favor. Because just as you approached, she threw her hands up and also made for the house.

“Hey,” you said, putting a hand on Logan’s back.

“Hey, princess.” Logan pulled you into him and kissed the crown of your head. “Was that enough of a show?”

“You always did know how to steal the spotlight,” you laughed. “Are you ok?”

“Well, my dad really hates me now and Jules is a little pissed at me. But, I’ve never been better,” he smirked, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I should go find Jules though. I suppose I have somethings to explain.”

You nodded and walked into the great room with him, hand in hand while he tried to find Juliet. It was a scream from down the hallway that drew both your attention. There was banging and yelling coming from the library. Logan pulled you with him to find the source of the commotion.

“GET OUT!” It was Juliet screaming at the top of her lungs. Suddenly, the door flew open, William tumbling out of it into the hallway and landing flat on his ass. His shirt was thrown at him from beyond where you could see. The shirt was followed by a vase, which shattered as it hit the wall behind William. All you and Logan could do was watch as the scene unfolded. Delores was pushed out next, looking disheveled in a distinctly sexual way. You knew William was capable of evil, but you didn’t think he was dumb enough to fool around with another woman right under his fiancé’s nose.

“How long?” Juliet cried out.

“Remember when we took that trip to Westworld?” Logan interrupted. Juliet snapped her attention to him. “I didn’t want to hurt you, so I didn’t say anything. But damn, Billy. You really are good at pissing off everyone around you, huh!”

“Oh, and I suppose you think you’re some saint, huh? You stop shooting heroin for 8 months and suddenly you know everything? You only fuck one bitch and now you’re the relationship expert?! Well, congratulations on doing the bare fucking minimum!” William laughed. That was it for Logan and he was charging at him and grabbed William by the shirt he had shrugged on.

“You can disrespect me all you want. But you’re never going to fucking talk about my sister or the love of my life.” Logan spat. “Get the fuck out of our house.” He released William roughly and herded him down the foyer.

The Delos’ siblings glowered as William grabbed his jacket and let himself out. Delores was still hovering in the doorway. Logan nodded toward the front door. “Sorry, was that unclear? That get the fuck out extended to you too.”

Delores looked down as she shuffled out of the Delos compound and into the passenger seat of William’s car. The peeled off into the California twilight, hopefully not to be seen again. Bombs had been dropped that night, now all that was left was to sort through the debris.

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pspspspspsps come here kittys! i got the treats you like!

(1/5 You know what, I’ll put one of these up every day, because my brain is leaving my body and I don’t have the energy to gather them all up at once) Instantly both of the cats perked up, their ears twitching. Mary gasped, in pure terror. “OH NO, IT ISN’T CATNIP, IS IT-“ But before she had managed to reach them to prevent it, they had shredded open the packaging, proceeding to glitch out and scream loudly and continuously. The poor Candy Guard could only watch on in terror as the machines went fully feral, shredding the entire nearby furniture. “I- I am SO sorry, oh my god, oh please, I’m so sorry, they- sometimes do that at our location, but I thought-“ Mike was watching on, grinning slightly self-satisfied. “Well, I guess I’ve been a little too hard on our shitty machines, huh? They never pulled this fucking nonsense, I can say that.” “U-Usually they don’t just- bring- catnip-“ The cats have started to run around wildly, dealing with the zoomies- And that’s cute and fun with two cats that go up to your ankle… … it was less fun with two GIANT machines, that were heavy and left nothing but destruction in their wake. Hell, even the Marionette had fled to the ceiling, holding up Jeremy to ensure he would not get in any way hurt. Phone Guy was angry- certainly not at the girl, but absolutely at the machines. “STOOOOOOOP THAAAAAAT!” However- They didn’t stop. At all. They didn’t even PAUSE. They were just ripping apart the location, while everyone was watching. Distraught Phone Guy turned to Mary. “THEY’RE- THEY’RE NOT U-UH- LISTENING TO ME! D-DO SOMETHING!” “I’m sorry, sir, but- when they’re like this… I don’t think I can do anything-“ “DO YOU WANT ME TO DO IT MYSELF?!” “C-can you do it? That would be fantastic, I-“ “G-GET THE GUNS.” “… wait what.” Mike threw his hands up. “Can I? Because last time I tried-“ “LAST TIME Y-YOU TRIED YOU WERE AIMING AT A CHILD.” “THE LITTLE SHIT DESERVED IT.” Mary was appalled. “Y-you did WHAT?” Too bad for her, she was being ignored. Finally, Mike showed his most morbid grin, as he reached behind him, pulling out the bat from behind him, his eyes following the kittens that were STILL SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS. “I’ll be deactivating them the old fashioned way.” “N-no, please don’t!” Mary seemed about ready to jump in the way- But something slunk from the ceiling. Abruptly. Crushing down. A doll without strings. Of course, this instantly caught the cats attention- After all it could be a bird! Something to hunt and kill- However, as soon as they managed to get over, it floated upwards quickly, looming over them, grabbing them by the throats- Its eyes were bright and white. And glitching. The cats screamed and scratched- Then went limp. Glitching out too, until they were placed down again. Vinnie slowly dragged itself over to Mary, who took his hand, while the cats rebooted. “HELLO EVERYONE! I’M CAT!” “And I! Am Candy!” “And we are here to entertain you!” The aggressive guard lowered his bat, frowning. … he didn’t like that puppet thing. It was even worse than the one THEY had. “… did it protect you?” Mary was flustered at the question, just shrugging. “I- I think Vinnie here… just doesn’t like fights.” From the back of the room, a rather cold voice sounded. “And it is a him. Michael. You should rememb-“ “MY NAME IS NOT FUCKING MICHAEL YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH, IT’S JUST MIKE. JUST FUCKING MIKE-“ Henry passed him, ignoring his words, simply throwing him a candy’s uniform. “We will have to be up to standard for the customers. They expect this to have Candy’s flair… and I do not care to test what will happen if we do not abide to the rules. Please change into these uniforms, employees.” Henry walked around, handing everyone their candy-blue uniform jacket. It was a much worse color compared to the superior Freddy’s “sky just before the first stormclouds approach” blue, and everyone could agree with that, however, they still had to wear it. Aside from Phone Guy, who seemed to be SEETHING as Henry approached with his jacket. “I- I am NOT- NOT h-HECKING wearing THAT!” His words got all jumbled up as he glitched. “Get over yourself.” Henry dismissed him. Huffing and puffing, Simon raised his fingers. “Y-YOU KNOW WHAT? I THINK I- I WILL NOT! I THINK I WILL G-GET- UH- EVEN MORE UPSET.” To stress his words he jammed his finger into Henry’s chest. “YOU! I-IT WAS YOU W-WHO PROGRAMMED ME T-TO FEEL LIKE THIS! Y-YOU HAVE NO RIGHT-“ “Oh, so now you are programmed again?” A rather cruel smile crossed Henry’s face, as he mocked his employee. “You made me this, you made me that… so you ADMIT that you are nothing but a machine who feels the way he is made to? Because I want you to know, Simon, you cannot have both. You cannot be your own person with thoughts and feelings that need to be respect and blame ME for your emotional tantrums when they are convenient.” His voice had abruptly turned cold. “You are all the same- but perhaps not because I programmed you. Perhaps you and all who were in your shoes merely realized they could get away with shedding all responsibility by harping on about your lack of your head. Perhaps you are all merely amoral cowards who love the path of least resistance, who love to point at the higher ups, or fate, or circumstances in order to never try and change themselves.” “You… y-you… you can’t talk to me like this!” “I cannot? Peculiar. Perhaps you should recalibrate your ability to predict people, because I seem fully capable of talking to you like this. Go cry to your partner, a partner who you have used as an excuse too, a partner you have left all the dirty, disgusting and violent work to in order to not do it yourself, might I add! Go cry to him and let HIM do what you want to do. Then sit back and feel good about manipulating others into doing what is needed in order for YOU not to change!” Freezing up, Simon stared at the man- this vile fucking man. … this was a ploy to make him act out. This was a ploy to make him- He clenched his fists. “I- I am NOT falling for this- th-this trick!” “Trick?” Henry merely raised an eyebrow. “… if that is what you would like to deem my words as. After all, if I am playing tricks on you, that is a rather comforting excuse to dismiss me, right? Put on your jacket, Phone Guy.” With that he left. Leaving the Phone Man to clutch the disgusting fabric in his hands.