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borathae · 2 years

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“Living with Yoongi has many advantages. Always clean counters, delicious home cooked meals and if something breaks, he will fix it with the help of his beloved blue toolbox. He is your little handyman and when your ex breaks your heart, it seems that he is hellbound on fixing that as well.“

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: bf2l!AU, Roommates to Lovers!AU, Rebound!AU, slight Angst, Romance, Smut

Warnings: soft dom!Yoongi but it’s more that he just takes the lead, shitty exes, break-ups, low self-esteem, Yoongi being the comforting person that he is, lotsa kissing, shy!OC, safe sex, praises, oral (f.receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he is very gentle with her, she cries afterwards and he is so sweet to her, I just love him that’s all :(

Wordcount: 14.3k

a/n: *sobs uncontrollably* i luv him. I don’t know my besties, this is quite honestly just something I wish would happen to me hahaha a girl can dream 🙂 but I do hope that you guys find just as much comfort in it as I did, Yoongi is honestly such a sweet bean :(

~ To Index ~

The bar is loud and the people around you are happy. The music is upbeat, the lights are bright and colourful and the smell of good times hangs in the air.

But not for you. You feel heartbroken. Truly and devastatingly heartbroken. It hurts so much that you have spent the last hour curled up on a chair and sobbing into your knees. Nobody notices your sobs, eventhough they were incredibly loud. Their lively chatter and happy singing however, blended out your desperate cries for help. Nobody also really noticed the state of your body either, they didn’t see the shakes, the painful convulsing and if they saw then they ignored it. You were a stranger after all, a weird stranger who is crying miserably in a place which was supposed to be a place for fun.

Now, you didn’t start off the night as a miserable stranger crying in a bar. As a matter of fact, you started off the night as a girl deeply in love with her boyfriend, ready to have the night of her life with him. Said boyfriend – excuse the mistake, ex-boyfriend – however broke up with you in the middle of the night with the excuse of “needing time to find my soul’s purpose, babe”.

The break-up came out of nowhere. He was incredibly sweet last night and even tonight he acted as if everything was okay. You had no fights lately, no arguments, not even slight bickering about stuff. You were happy, really happy, and as if someone pushed you off a bridge, you are now drowning in the ice cold water of heartbreak and confusion.

“___?”

You lift your head upon hearing your name, meeting the worried face of your best friend.

“Yoongi”, you wail, breaking in on yourself.

“Hey there, hey”, he gasps, getting on his knees to wrap you up in a hug, “I came as quickly as I could.”

“Yoongi please make it stop”, you beg him, aching even more now that he was here.

“Oh sweets, this sucks so much. I’m so sorry”, he says, soothing you by rocking your bodies left and right and petting the back of your head.

“I wanna die”, you wail, not actually wanting to, but in this moment it feels like dying would be the only thing making the pain stop.

“I hear you, but let’s just go home for now. Okay?” he says.

“Yes okay, I don’t wanna be here anymore. He, he’s still here.”

“Huh?” Yoongi breaks away to gawk at you, “what did you just say?”

You lift your shaking hand, pointing at your ex, who not even twenty feet from you, parties and laughs with his friends. Yoongi stares at him, face falling in utter shock and disbelief.

“He broke up with you here? And then stayed?” he asks, voice pitched in emotion.

You nod your head, crying miserably.

“And he knows that you’re here?”

You nod your head again.

“He, he drove m-me h-here.”

Yoongi frowns, grinding his teeth in fiery anger.

“And he’s literally fucking partying when you are crying right next to him?”

You nod your head a third time, breaking into loud sobs afterwards.

“What kind of cock fuck cunthole is that bastard asshole?” Yoongi asks in perfect Yoongi manners, blinking his eyes in disbelief.

“Yoongi please get me out of here”, you beg, almost breaking under the pain.

“Of course, let’s get out of this shithole”, he says, tugging you to your feet. He keeps a strong arm around you, making sure that you wouldn’t have to look at your shitpile of an ex again by keeping your head buried in his chest with a gentle hand.

“___?”

The lights turn on.

“Jesus fuck, it smells like shit in here.”

You hear the blinds open and seconds later the loud traffic from outside. Yoongi must have opened the windows. You don’t like that he did, just as you don’t like that he ruined your cave of darkness and heartbreak. But you don’t say that you don’t like it because that would require energy and you don’t have energy. Quite frankly you have nothing left. Your life is meaningless and pain is the only thing still being with you. Pain and Yoongi, who just this moment sits down on the bed next to you and places his hand on your upper back. He rubs circles on it.

“Don’t you want to get up for a little? I made your favourite food”, he says in a soft spoken voice.

“No”, your voice is muffled by the pillows and weak in sadness.

“No”, Yoongi repeats and hums in understanding, “I get it, that’s so impossible to do right now. I’ll just bring it to you.”

And with that he stands up and leaves to get something to eat for you. You haven’t eaten anything those past few days, maybe that is also why you feel so weak and why your stomach always feels seconds before throwing up. You just couldn’t find it in yourself to leave the bed, let alone prepare food. Yoongi tried to get you to eat something, but he always had to come to the sad conclusion that even after hours of letting the food stand by your bed you didn’t touch it. But he is stubborn, he is not going to give up yet.

“I’m back”, he announces himself.

The smell of pasta accompanies him, tempting you to sit up and look. You don’t give in to those temptations, staying in your position. Flat on your stomach and with your face buried halfway in the pillow. It’s the only thing that helps.

You feel the mattress dent beside you and hear the sound of the plate getting set down.

“Eat ___”, he says softly, nudging your back.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah you are, you haven’t eaten in days. Just one bite.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Mhm, okay”, he says and goes to finally tug the blanket off your face.

You groan in distaste. It’s way too bright in this room.

Yoongi caresses your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Come on, just one bite. One and if you still don’t want it, I’ll leave.”

You peel your eyes open to send him an icy glare. You meet immense compassion in his gaze. Compassion and also a bright sparkle of patience. This is typical Yoongi. He will never stress you about how long your recovery process is taking. Days, weeks, months. The duration of your heartbreak will never be too short or too long for him.

“One bite, try it”, he whispers, giving you a reassuring smile. He will stress you however if he realises that you are neglecting your bodily needs. But even that he will never do with pressure or harsh words.

“Fine, one bite”, you give in and with Yoongi’s help sit up.

Yoongi gets some of the pasta on the fork and then guides it to your lips. You take it in and chew it slowly. It tastes so good. It tastes so, so good.

“Wow”, you press out and then you feel tears run down your cheeks, “it’s so good.”

“Mhm, I’m glad you like it”, Yoongi says, feeding you another bite. Every now and then he reaches out to dry your tears.

And so you let him feed you your favourite pasta while Yoongi lets you cry.

You feel happier today. You meet Yoongi in the hallway as you are on your way out. He just came home from working a ten-hour shift, now inspecting you with curious eyes.

“Where are you going? Why are you dressed up?”

“You won’t believe what just happened. Will texted me and asked for a conversation.”

“___ no”, Yoongi says, shaking his head vigorously, “no, just no.”

“Why not?” you whine, closing your coat.

“Because he’s a cunt and he doesn’t deserve a conversation.”

You sag your shoulders.

“It’s just coffee and talking. Besides, it’s been a month, I’m totally fine.”

“Lord give me strength”, Yoongi murmurs under his breath, massaging the bridge of his nose. He inhales and looks you into the eyes, “you’ll regret this, please believe me.”

“No I won’t. I’ll regret not going even more.”

“And why is that? Because you’re so over him?”

You pout, “shut up.”

Yoongi gives you a smile. It says “I told you so, but I’m not gonna say it out loud because I’m not a dick”. He places his hand on your arm.

“Let’s watch a movie, I’ll even watch Grease for you.”

“Not tonight, my decision stands. Thank you Yoongs, you’re the best”, you dismiss him and then leave the apartment.

Yoongi stares at the closed front door.

“You’re so dumb”, he whispers, knowing very well that in a few hours he will have you crying in his arms again.

Except that he doesn’t. A few hours later turn into the entire night and his entire shift at work. You are sitting on the couch when he is coming home. Your hair is finally freshly washed and you are wearing something other than those awful joggers you have been wearing lately.

“Hey Yoongi, how was work?”

“Alright”, he shrugs his shoulders, “how the fuck are you though? Where were you last night?”

“At Will’s place. We fucked.”

“Oh my god”, Yoongi faceplams himself.

“What? Why are you so weird? I thought you’d be happy.”

He sends you a look.

“I am happy, I guess. Just oh my god ___, how did you end up on his dick again?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“He told me that he finally found his soul’s purpose and that I am in it too. So we wanna try again.”

“Well damn”, Yoongi exhales in exhaustion. He sits down beside you, “congrats I guess, I still don’t trust him though.”

“That’s fine, I’ll make you like him again.”

Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“Yeah no, sorry”, he murmurs, standing up, “not happening. I’m gonna cook dinner though, want some?”

“No thank you, I’ll meet up with Will later tonight!” you call after him, sounding happy.

Yoongi enters the kitchen with a deep frown on his face. You are so going to regret this.

One month passes where you spent more time at this bastard Will’s place than in your little apartment and Yoongi is slowly coming to terms with the cruel fact that maybe he was wrong about him after all. Maybe he did change. It would be a wonder, because the break-up was not the first break-up you and that dude had. As a matter of fact, it was the third break-up and Yoongi was present for all of them. It was always the same. You were head over heels in love with him, he got cold feet and found some bullshit excuse about how he can’t keep this relationship up anymore, you were heartbroken, he realised that it was very convenient to get pussy regularly and calls again and you agree on another chance. Yoongi has lived through the same scenario way too many times to trust that this cunt changed. But if he did, Yoongi will personally go up to him and apologize for ever doubting him.

Except that he doesn’t have to do this as one calm Friday evening – Yoongi was planning on finally starting the reparations in the kitchen to surprise you once you are back from Will’s place – he gets a call from you crying into the phone about how he needs to pick you.

Yoongi knew exactly what happened and left with on goal in mind. Get you to safety.

Yoongi feels his anger grow when he realises that you are crying right next to Will while he is scrolling on his phone.

“___?” Yoongi calls out, running despite hating it.

You and your shitpile of an ex lift your heads at the same time.

“Yoongi”, you wail.

“What happened?” he asks, staring at Will.

Will shrugs his shoulders.

“Y-Yoongi we, we broke up again.”

“Ah”, Yoongi says and then stares at Will again, “and you ugly cunt are still here because?”

“Hey fuck you, I was making sure she’s safe.”

“You are literally such a fucking bastard. She’s crying next to you and you asshole are scrolling on your phone?”

“What else should I do? She’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

You wail loudly and painfully. Something inside Yoongi snaps. He doesn’t hurt people. He was never involved in a fistfight, let alone punched someone and he was actually planning on never changing this habit. He changes this promise right this second as his balled fist strikes across Will’s face, leaving him to fall from the edge of the stairs and collide with the floor.

You gasp, feeling too shocked to cry.

Will groans, trying to get to his feet to punch Yoongi back.

Yoongi pushes him back down with a foot on his back.

“Stay down you fucker, seriously this was a warning”, he spits, voice fuming in anger, “you’re the worst human being on earth and I seriously hope you never find happiness.”

He turns to you then, trying his hardest to hide the anger from his face. His hand hurts so much. Punching someone in the face hurts way more than he thought it would. He doesn’t let it show that he is pain however, reaching for you with both hands.

“Let’s go ___, I’ll drive you home.”

You let him drag you to your feet, finding refuge in his chest.

“Yoongi I’m so dumb.”

“No you’re not. He’s just literal vermin”, Yoongi makes sure that Will hears him.

It’s been days. Yoongi hasn’t seen you ever since he had to pick you up from your fourth breakup with your shitty ex. He knows that you are home, but that once again you have fallen down the dark hole of heartbreak.

He does what he does best. He enters your room, comments on the bad air quality and then opens the window, then he sits down next to you and offers you food. You deny him but he insists because has been days since you have last eaten.

“Fine, one bite.”

And then he feeds you your favourite pasta whilst drying your tears.

Yoongi hates just how predictable the routine became. Or that it became a routine in the first place.

You leave your bed that night. Yoongi doesn’t notice that you do as he is busy writing music in his room.

“Yoongi?”

He lifts his head, studying your small frame from head to toe. Fuck, you’ve really become so small lately. As if your ex sucked all the confidence out of you.

“Yes?” he says, putting down his pen.

“Do you think I’m unlovable?”

“Of course not. What makes you think that?”

“It’s just that….”

You drag yourself into his room and use the last of your strength to climb on his bed. You sit next to him, legs crossed, weak fingers folded on your lap and back hunched to make yourself smaller. Yoongi hates just how fucked up your ex has gotten you. He can remember the days before Will where you walked into a room and called the attention of everybody, where you wore the most peculiar of outfits and fucking rocked them with confidence and days where you didn’t look like such a shell of yourself. Yoongi remembers the days before Will vividly and it’s making him so mad that two years with this one single worthless human turned you into what you are today.

“…what if it’s my fault that Will always leaves?”

“No”, Yoongi says without hesitation.

“So why do I feel so….so…fucking unattractive?” you press out and your eyes fill with tears.

“___”, Yoongi says your name softly, scooting closer and placing his hand on your knee, “you’re not unattractive and you are not unlovable. Will is quite simply a bastard who doesn’t deserve you.”

You nod your head but very clearly don’t believe him.

“I mean it.”

“Thank you”, you whisper, looking at your fumbling fingers.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me”, he stresses, because he knows that you want pour your heart out but that you are too scared to start. So he gives you a little nudge into the right direction.

“I’m just so fed up”, you exhale shakily, “I’m so goddamn fed up of always loving people more than they love me.”

You touch your chest as your heart began to ache again.

“I went into every single fucking relationship giving a hundred and ten. I went in there with the intention to stay and to fucking commit and yet each and every time I get dropped.”

You sniffle, lowering your head.

“Just once I want to be loved more than I love a person”, you confess in a whisper.

“Damn”, Yoongi says.

“And I know how selfish and egoistic and toxic that sounds but at this point I don’t care because I am so goddamn fed up from always loving more.”

You bury your face in your hands and sob loudly. Yoongi drapes his arm around you and pats your arm soothingly.

“Just once I want to be someone’s most special thing. I want to be loved deeply and passionately and I want to be fucking worshipped. I want this person to wake up and the first thing they do is look at me. I want this person to watch me do some dumb shit and the first thought they have is that they love me. I want this person to leave a boring meeting because I’m at home and they would rather spend time with me. I want this person to give me a fucking rock or a leaf or, or a goddamn stick because they saw it and somehow it reminded them of me. That’s what I want, I want to feel like my presence is actually appreciated and that I am actually worth something.”

You hit your own chest.

“That’s what I deserve. I deserve to feel special. I deserve to feel like the person I love a hundred and ten loves me back just as much.”

You sob, letting your head fall against Yoongi’s chest.

“Why do I always have to love so much, but get nothing in return?”

You feel as Yoongi closes his arms around you and the burden feels a little lighter already.

“I give so much. Holy fuck when I love someone I give my literal fucking everything. It may take me a long fucking time to open up to that person, but once they are in there….”

You tap Yoongi’s chest but he understands that you mean yours instead.

“…once they are fucking in there, I plan on keeping them in there and each and every goddamn fucking time they decide that now should be the time to completely rip my heart apart.”

You pause to whimper painfully. Yoongi closes his arms around you tighter, aching right with you.

“They never do it before that. They just wait, they goddamn wait until they’re in there and then they change their behaviour or ghost me or find stupid fucking excuses over and over again.”

“I’m sorry ___”, he whispers.

“And the worst part is my own fucking stupidity too. Because I love them so deeply and I don’t want to be left with another clashing hole in my chest so I just hold on. That’s what I always do. I swear to myself that this time it is going to be different, that this time I am not going to be first one seeking contact again and each and every fucking time I give them another chance.”

You pause your sobs just to let out a sound of anger, tensing up in Yoongi’s arms until you are shaking. So he presses you closer, hoping that this can lessen the painful anger at yourself.

“I’m so angry at myself. Why do I always have to give in? Why do I like hurting myself so much?”

“You don’t like hurting yourself, you just have way too much hope.”

You sniffle, listening to his calming voice.

“And I’m sure that there are many people who left your life way before you could take them into your heart, but do you know why you feel like there aren’t?”

“Tell me.”

“Because they never had the privilege to be loved by you and you never had the burden of making space in your heart for them only to then watch as they leave said space and leave an empty spot behind.”

He looks at you.

“That’s why it feels like only your closest friends or lovers leave you because they are the ones who were selfish enough to take a part of your heart only to then waste it.”

He smoothes over your hair with a gentle hand.

“Don’t be angry at yourself. I think people who have hope in their heart, even it is perhaps childish hope, that every relationship can be fixed are way better human beings than those who selfishly take a heart only to crush it.”

“But I can’t help it”, you whisper, “I don’t want to be so fucking depended on people anymore. I-I don’t-“, your eyes fill new tears again, “I don’t want to be so fucking weak anymore.”

“You’re not weak. Loving people a hundred and ten doesn’t make you weak ___, it’s just that most people are selfish assholes.”

You snort and chuckle.

“You and your lose tongue.”

“I’m serious. I fucking hate seeing you so sad and I swear to god if I ever see that Will guy again I’ll punch him so hard in the dick he’ll have a pussy afterwards.”

“Bro no”, you gasp and cackle, “don’t say that Yoongi.”

“I’m serious. He’s a real crusty cunt.”

You laugh louder and it feels good to do. Yoongi lets out that calm, soothing laugh of his’, giving your body the softest of shakes.

“Thank you Yoongi”, you whisper, draping your arm around his stomach and closing your eyes, “my life would suck ass without you.”

You don’t see it, but your words make Yoongi blush. He smiles softly and rests his cheek on the crown of your head.

“Mine too, ___”, he whispers.

Yoongi lets you sleep in the next day because it was a Saturday and you deserved the rest. He decides to make breakfast muffins so you can have yummy breakfast whenever you wake up and then he goes to his room to work on his music.

It is not even an hour later when the front door rings. Yoongi almost missed it, hadn’t he just returned from the toilet, he most definitely would have. You are still sleeping and so Yoongi decides to open the door.

“Yeah no”, he growls, closing the door quickly.

“Wait”, Will stops him with a foot between the door and the threshold, “hear me out.”

“Unless you’re here to ask me to punch you again, you can stick it and leave.”

“I made a big mistake.”

Will somehow manages to wiggle himself into the apartment.

“Please let me talk to ___, just one last time.”

“No.”

“I just want to apologize to her.”

“Your apologies mean horseshit.”

“I changed, I really did. I did a lot of thinking in the last few days and I realised that she is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Why?”

“Huh?” Will seems confused, “I don’t know, she just…”

“Is it because you think that she is easy to manipulate and play with? Is that why she is the best? Because she is sweet and kind and lovely enough to put up with your bullshit? And because the fucking power you have over her makes you feel invincible?”

“I mean, obviously…that’s great too”, Will has the audacity to laugh, “what else could I ask for?”

Yoongi frowns, feeling his muscles tense in honest anger.

“You’re a narcissistic asshole, that’s what you are and you don’t deserve someone as amazing as ___ so leave before I decide to punch you again.”

“Look man”, Will says, stumbling as Yoongi begins pushing him outside, “I know you’re like jealous of what I have with her, but I promise you’ll get someone too one day.”

“Leave before I punch you.”

“You know, I never liked you. You’re way too friendly with her. Like who do you think you are to decide who she can or cannot see?”

Yoongi finally manages to push Will out of the apartment.

“You’re into her too aren’t you? You fucker are trying to keep us apart.”

“Yes, I am trying to keep you apart because I actually want to see ___ happy.”

“So let me talk to her, she’s happy with me.”

“No.”

Yoongi closes the door but Will once again manages to pull it open again.

“Dude, will you leave? She doesn’t wanna see you anymore, you’ve lost your chances”, Yoongi spits with honest anger in his voice.

“I don’t believe you. You’re just trying to keep me from her. Let me talk to her”, Will growls, becoming angry. Like a little child not getting what it wants. It’s pathetic really that a grown-ass man in his thirties is acting like a pathetic immature boy.

“No”, Yoongi says and finally manages to close the door. He locks it, ignoring the hammering that immature manchild is doing.

“Hey! You’ll regret this! I know where you live!” Will screams behind the door.

“Obviously you idiot, you just visited me”, Yoongi mumbles and turns his back to the door.

“Yoongi?”

He meets you just around the corner. You look as small as you always do, staring at him with glassy eyes.

“Yoongi who was that?” you ask him.

“Nobody, just one of those annoying salesmen people.”

“Oh”, you let out, lowering your head. You and him both know that you are aware who is actually ringing the doorbell right now and that perhaps there was a chance that you listened to their conversation.

Yoongi steps closer and drapes his arm around your shoulder.

“I baked muffins. I put lots of blueberries in them”, he tells you, leading you to the kitchen.

You rest your head against his chest.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

He knows that there was more behind those words than just a simple thanks for muffins.

“Of course, I’ll do it again”, he answers you, knowing very well that you will understand him.

Yoongi disconnects the doorbell a few minutes later, silencing Will’s attempts to terrorise you with constant ringing.

Yoongi helps you with blocking Will’s number that evening and it feels awesome to do. Then he watches Grease with you and not once is he complaining about the hidden misogyny in the movie. It was honestly really nice to have. Yoongi is really awesome company.

It has been an entire week since you blocked your ex’s number. You are all alone in the apartment, getting lost in your own doubts. You really want to unblock him, maybe he already tried to contact you. You could give him one more chance, maybe this time around he realised just how awesome you are.

The front door unlocks, making your ears perk up. The doubts get replaced by worry. Yoongi isn’t supposed to be home yet. He is in a meeting till seven and it is barely even five.

“What the hell?” you murmur, sitting up on the couch, “who is unlocking our door?”

The door opens and falls closed, then the lights in the hallways turn on.

“Okay what the hell?” you gasp, gawking at the shadow moving in the lights.

You act quickly. You grab one of those very heavy candlesticks and jump of the couch, readying yourself for a brutal fight.

“Come at me burglar I am ready”, you say, listening to the steps they take.

They appear in the threshold and stop. Your eyes lock with theirs.

“What are you doing?”

“Yoongi oh god”, you lower the candlestick and groan, “don’t scare me like that, I thought you’re a burglar or something.”

Yoongi snorts and laughs, “and why would a burglar use the keys to get inside? Or turn the lights on?”

“I don’t know man, don’t question my panic logic”, you say, placing the candlestick on its original place, “but what are you doing here? Don’t you have a meeting till seven?”

“I left earlier”, he says, waddling to the couch to sit down.

You follow him with your eyes, studying him from head to toe. Yoongi never leaves a meeting early.

“Why? Are you feeling alright?” you ask him as you hurry to him, sit down and place your hand on his forehead to check for a fever.

He nods his head.

“So why are you here?” you ask.

“It was boring and so I left. Maybe we could hang out instead.”

“Huh? I don’t get it. You left because it was boring and you wanted to spend time with me?”

Yoongi nods his head, looking into your eyes with a certain emotion. You can’t quite figure out what that emotion means, but you know that it makes you feel tingly.

“Oh”, you chuckle nervously, “okay.”

Yoongi gives you a shy grin.

“Do you want to make dinner together?” he asks.

You feel so confused. So flabbergasted. So…weirdly appreciated.

“S-sure we can do that. I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Nice. I’m in the mood for Kalguksu. What do you think?” he asks as his eyes race over your features.

You nod your head yes. You are still busy with processing everything that has happened in the last five minutes. So Yoongi left his meeting earlier because it was boring and he wanted to spend time with you instead. And now he wants to spend even more time with you by cooking together. This is giving you such confusing signals.

“Nice, let me just change into something more comfortable”, he says and then waddles away to get to his room.

“What are you doing?”

Yoongi makes you turn around. You were just in the middle of deep cleaning your room when your very loud banging and vacuuming drew Yoongi out of his room. He looked sleepy, with his black hair completely tousled and his eyes puffy.

“I’m cleaning my room, I felt like it’s needed.”

Yoongi lets his eyes wander over the messy room. The floors were invisible from all the rubbish and clothes piling all over themselves. Your furniture’s surfaces were covered in all sorts of stuff and dirty laundry and your sheets were stained from long usage. You like to lovingly call it your depressive heartbreak cave. Yoongi would never comment on it because he knows that you don’t want it to happen, he just makes sure that you never leave any food out so you wouldn’t get mold poisoning. Knowing that you feel ready enough to finally clean it makes him feel proud.

“That’s cool. Should I help?”

“You don’t have to. I know it’s your free day today, I don’t want to burden you.”

“You don’t burden me. Just give me a few to wake up because I just took a massive nap and I am currently tripping.”

He makes you giggle, forcing his heart to flutter at the sound of it.

“No worries Yoongs, take your time”, you tell him and Yoongi finds himself staring at your smile just one second too long.

“Mhm”, he lets out and turns to leave.

When Yoongi comes back, you have already cleaned all of your surfaces from the dirt. You are in the middle of the big pile, sorting through it.

“Hey”, he announces himself and sits down next to you.

“Do you see what I did?”

“Yes, you did a lot. I’m proud of you.”

You look at him with sparkly eyes.

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and gives you a sweet smile.

He reaches out to pat your knee.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Can you get all the laundry and sort it into piles?”

“On it.”

So you and Yoongi spend the next hour sorting through your stuff. You spend it sorting through your trash whilst Yoongi makes sure that every piece of clothing gets thrown on the right pile. You are listening to music as you do it. There are a few songs of Yoongi in your playlist as well and each time one of his songs comes up, you gasp and then send Yoongi a knowing grin.

You comment something along the way of “this is your best song” and then hum the melody to it. And Yoongi finds himself standing still for just a few seconds, looking at your face and feeling warm inside.

“Oh that.”

Yoongi turns, watching you stare at a little plushy. You look sad. He knows that this was one of the plushies your ex gave you as a weak apology after he fucked up again. You accepted each of them gladly and pretended as if everything was okay again, when in reality nothing should have been fine again.

He sits down next to you, studying your face. You acknowledge his presence by showing him the plushy with a tilt of your wrist.

“He gave me that plushy after I found him cheating on me”, you say and Yoongi feels his stomach tighten in anger. Your ex is really such a piece of shit.

“So throw it away.”

“You think so?” you ask him with uncertainty in your voice.

“Yes, throw it away. Hell, throw everything away this bastard gave you.”

“I don’t know if I can do this”, you confess, lowering your eyes.

“Well, do you want to keep those memories? Do you wanna be reminded that you got cheated on each time you look at that bear?”

“No”, you whisper, shaking your head.

“And this one”, he picks up another, “didn’t he give you that elephant after he destroyed your favourite scrapbook? On purpose, if I may add.”

“Yes, he did.”

“So? Do you really wanna keep this memory?”

“No, of course not”, you say with your voice barely audible.

“Then let’s throw it away”, he says, opening a new rubbish bag, “do it, I promise you that it’ll feel good.”

You hesitate, switching your gaze between his face and the rubbish bag he holds open. He gives you a patient smile and it is enough to give you enough strength to make that fateful move. You throw the plushy away, having to gasp afterwards from the intensity of the act.

You touch your own chest, feeling so lighthearted and so relieved that you have to check if your heart is still beating.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you say and laugh, “it feels really good.”

Yoongi smiles and hands you the elephant plushy.

You accept it and throw it away with a laugh on your tongue and relief in your heart. You fill up three rubbish bags with all the stuff you have accumulated from your ex over the years. A few tears were spilled, which Yoongi stopped with gentle hugs and sweet words. A few cursewords fell, which Yoongi supported by letting out even ruder cursewords and making you laugh with it. There was hesitation and Yoongi was there for you through it all, holding the rubbish bag open until you finally threw away another piece of awful memory.

Come nightfall and your room is finally cleaned. The floors are empty and wiped. The furniture is carrying the stuff it is supposed to carry and not your rubbish. And your bed sheets are changed and fill the room with the scent of freshly washed laundry.

Speaking of laundry. You and Yoongi are currently busy hanging up your masses of laundry, listening to music and laughing.

The bags and bags of rubbish Yoongi already carried downstairs to the big rubbish containers in your apartment’s backgarden. Now you are truly free of every burdening thought those items brought with them.

You turn to Yoongi once you are done hanging up the laundry. He is currently squatting in front of the laundry machine, trying to get the settings right for the last round of laundry. There he is. Your handyman. No matter what your problem is, he will always be there to fix it.

You walk to him and squat down beside him.

He turns his head.

“Thank you”, you say and then hug him.

Yoongi gasps, feeling confused for a second before wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“For what?” he asks.

“Just for being the best thing in my life.”

Yoongi blushes, closing his eyes because he feels way too overwhelmed by his emotions.

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Now hush and take it.”

He chuckles, growing small in your hands from feeling way too shy.

“Whatever, I’ll take it I guess.”

You giggle and squeeze him tightly.

“Oh Yoongs, you’re so cute.”

Yoongi feels himself blush even more, burying his nose in your shoulder and wishing for this moment to never end.

You and him were grocery shopping because you wanted to cook tonight. It was Yoongi’s idea, saying that he wants to spend time with you. You felt really tingly when he said it and agreed instantly.

You are currently standing in the cheese aisle when a certain face calls your attention.

“Fuck, oh no. Help.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, inspecting the panic in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Will”, you whisper the words into Yoongi’s ear, “he’s right there.”

Yoongi scans the aisle. You were right. There he is. Standing by the milk section and looking like the ugly cunt that he is. Yoongi looks back at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, touching your arm in a soothing manner.

It has been twenty eight days ever since you last saw your shitty ex, but Yoongi knows just how easily you can fall back into your pattern again. One conversation can mean losing weeks and weeks of hard earned process.

“Yes, I’m okay”, you say, “goddammit. It’s so weird, I don’t want him to see me. I don’t look cool. Wait, should we act as if we’re dating?”

“Huh?” Yoongi widens his eyes, almost tripping over his own feet.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m panicking. I don’t know what to do. Help me Yoongi. Frick, did he just see us? Yoongi, I think he saw us.”

Yoongi checks for himself. Will most definitely did not see you. He is still very busy with picking out milk.

“Calm down, he didn’t”, Yoongi says in a soft spoken voice.

“I’m done for. Yoongi, I wanna look cool.”

“You do.”

“Does my hair look nice? And my face? Frick, I should have put on other pants. Noo, there is a stain on them.”

“You look beautiful ___.”

You stop talking just to stare.

Yoongi reaches out and fixes a strand of your hair, giving you a sweet smile. The gesture sends a warm tingle over your skin.

“Don’t worry, he’ll look at you”, he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, “and he’ll regret ever treating you like shit.”

“I..” you lower your eyes, feeling your heart flutter. You know that Yoongi only says those words to calm down your nervousness and yet you can’t help but feel so appreciated and so pretty. Yoongi thinks you are beautiful. This feels so awesome, “thank you”, you whisper, reaching out to touch his chest.

Yoongi looks at your hands then at your face, feeling his cheeks heat up just slightly. He feels so warm right now. Here in this blindingly bright grocery aisle you are touching his chest and looking at his face with your pretty eyes. And he feels unbreakable, as if in this tiny moment in his life nothing could hurt him.

“___?”

The moment breaks, Yoongi is left shivering as you pull your hand away.

You lift your head, coming face to face with Will. He is staring, carrying jealousy in his eyes.

“Hm?” you squint your eyes as if you needed to take a better look at him, “oh Will!” you exclaim, “wow, I completely forgot who you were for a sec”, you say and laugh.

Yoongi has to stifle his laughter. He likes the new you. This attitude suits you.

Will seems taken aback for a second.

“Yeah uh…it’s me”, he hesitates then speaks again, “what are you doing here?”

“Well”, you look around, “it’s a grocery store, I don’t know what you’re doing here, but we’re shopping for, you know, groceries.”

Will laughs awkwardly.

“True yeah, you’ve become really funny ___.”

“No I haven’t, I always have been.”

“Huh?”

“What?” you challenge with a cock of your eyebrow.

“Nothing, uhm…” Will clears his throat rather awkwardly, “hey do you wanna grab coffee tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” you check your invisible watch, “would you look at that? It seems like I don’t have time tomorrow.”

“Hah”, Will sneaks a glance at Yoongi, “today then? I’m free now.”

“I’m not. Yoongi and I are gonna cook together”, you say, pointing at the man by your side.

Will sends him a jealous look.

“Is he your new boyfriend?”

Yoongi tenses up in nervousness when you wrap your arms around his arm and then squeeze your cheek against him.

“Yes he is and we are very happy.”

Yoongi gawks at you with big eyes, feeling short of breath.

“Great, couldn’t even wait a month could you?” Will’s once nervous voice is laced with poisonous jealousy, now directed at Yoongi.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh give me a break, I know you always wanted her. Of course you’d leech off of her now that she’s all confused and heartbroken.”

Yoongi straightens his back and takes a step closer to Will. Although he is a good five inches smaller than your ex, he seems to tower over him.

“Now I’m gonna tell you something”, he hisses, “the fact that you know that she was confused and heartbroken and that you have the audacity to act as if I’m a villain when you used that confusion times and times again to hurt her, makes you look like the greatest fucking cunt.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“We both know that that’s a lie”, Yoongi spits.

Will seems to struggle for words, looking between your face and Yoongi’s.

Yoongi steps back and drapes his arm around your shoulder.

You giggle, drawing into him and sending Yoongi’s heart into a complete frenzy. Will is wrong with a lot of things, except for one thing. Holy fuck, Yoongi has such a massive crush on you. He’s not trying to let it show, but you snuggling into him right now as you and him pretend to be a couple for the sake of annoying your ex, does things to his heart. He knows that you are just pretending to look cool in front of your ex, but fuck, this does things to his heart. You and him dating. Yoongi feels dizzy just thinking about that possibility.

“Either way, me and my boyfriend are gonna go now. See you not”, you say and make Yoongi move with a gentle nudge.

“I..uh…” Will presses out, blinking rapidly.

“Oh yeah”, you stop abruptly, making Yoongi gasp in surprise. You whip around, keeping a tight grip on Yoongi’s waist, “he has a huge dick and your dick is small. Also you can’t use it for shit.”

“What the fuck?”

You giggle and then snuggle back into Yoongi. And then you finally abandon your ex in the milk aisle.

You have just crossed the corner when Yoongi can’t take it anymore, breaking into loud cackles.

“He has a huge dick and your dick is small? What the hell ___?” he says in a laugh.

You giggle, “listen, I was improvising. I don’t know why I said that.”

“No it was awesome, fuck”, he says and snorts very ungracefully, “fuck this was the funniest thing you’ve ever done.”

“You think so? So I wasn’t too mean?”

“No, you were perfect. Seriously, I freaking love you, this is going to stay in my brain. I-“

You silence him by kissing his cheek.

Yoongi swallows down his voice, feeling dizzy.

“I love you too Yoongs.”

“Huh? I- huh? What?”

You grin goofily and then rest your head on his chest.

“Fuck, I just really showed it to him, didn’t I?” you say and giggle, “I feel so proud right now. I’m sorry for pulling you into this, I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to show him just how over him I am.”

Yoongi slowly understands what you mean. That you love him like a best friend loves her best friend. And it hurts because for just a second he thought that you loved him the way he loves you.

“It’s totally fine. I’m just glad I could help”, he presses out, shivering in the cold once you step back.

You spend your free day painting. You always loved painting, but stopped doing it after your ex told you that you don’t really have talent for it. You want to do it again these days. Now that you haven’t seen his face for two months and your phone stayed free of his messages as well, you realised just how awesome your life is without him. You are so happy, you feel so confident in your hobbies again and you also feel just a tiny bit pretty again. Not much and you have to thank Yoongi for giving you enough confidence to feel pretty again. He developed the habit of always coming into your room right after waking up just to greet you and give you a little compliment. You know that he only does this to help you gain your confidence back, but there are days where you wish that maybe he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

Today you felt like painting, using bright colours and bold strokes. You have no idea what it should depict once you are finished, but you don’t care because you are having so much fun doing it. You also plan on giving Yoongi the painting as a thank you present for always being there for you when you need him.

A knock on your door makes you stop for just a moment.

“Come in!”

The door opens and in steps Yoongi. He is dressed in his casual clothes. Black sweats and a black jumper with fluffy socks. He looks comfy and as if he smelled really nice.

“Oh Yoongi, hey”, you say, giving him a grin.

“Hey, how are you doing?” he asks you, waddling to your spot to sit down next to you.

So now he is sitting next to you on the floor, cross-legged and with his cheeks rosy. Also. You were right, he smells amazing. His scent surrounds him and tickles your nose, making your heartbeat speed up.

“I’m doing really good. I’m painting and it’s so much fun.”

“I can see”, Yoongi says and studies the painting, “it’s really nice. You are really talented.”

Your heart flutters. He likes it.

“Thank you”, you whisper, feeling even better about your painting now that Yoongi complimented it. Wow, so this is how it feels like to be complimented on your art. Wow, wow, wow.

"How was your walk?" you ask him giddily.

"Good. I got an idea for a new song. Listen", he says and presses play on his phone. Yoongi recorded himself humming the melody and singing a few lines of lyrics. He sounds so endearing on it.

The recording ends and Yoongi lowers his phone with his face carrying shyness.

"Don't bully my voice, I know it sucks", he murmurs, fumbling with the lobe of his ear nervously.

"No it doesn’t, it's really good. I love the part where you go", you demonstrate your favourite part, making Yoongi smile with it.

"You think so? I like that part too."

"It's awesome. I can’t wait to hear it once it’s done."

He lowers his eyes nervously and touches the side of his neck. You turn back to your painting and continue your work.

Yoongi stays with you as you work, watching the strokes of your brushes and finding great relaxation in the movements of them.

"Any ideas on which instruments you want to use?"

"Not really. Maybe strings, they could work really well."

"Mhm that sounds nice", you say, mixing pink and purple to create yet another shade of pink. It’s pretty, you like it. You use it to shade the little triangle you drew in green.

“Hey ___”, he breaks the comfortable silence, “I’ve got something for you.”

“Huh? For me? Really?” you make sure, placing your brush down.

You turn to him. He nods his head.

“What is it?”

He lowers his eyes and then opens his palm to present a small stone to you. Just a little bit bigger than a peach pit, white with pink speckles all over it.

“A stone?” you gasp, taking it between your fingers. It is warm from his palm, just slightly damp from his nervous sweat, “oh my god you got me a stone?!” your voice is squeaky in excitement.

Yoongi watches how you inspect it with sparkling eyes and how you begin smiling.

“You got me a stone! Oh my god! Why did you get me a stone?”

He shrugs his shoulders, scratching the side of his neck nervously.

“Just so, I saw it lying on the ground and it made me think of you, so I picked it up”, he mumbles, cheeks turning beet red.

“Yoongi”, you say, eyes filling with tears, “this is so pretty”, you whisper, resting your cheek on it, “thank you so much.”

Yoongi smiles, “I’m happy you like it.”

“I do”, you say, falling around his neck to give him a tight hug.

Yoongi closes his eyes immediately, wrapping his arms around your middle to tug you closer. He feels you giggle and then squeeze him back.

“Thank you so much”, you say, sniffling quietly.

“Are you crying?” he whispers.

“Yes”, you whisper.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m so happy. I always wanted to have someone give me a stone.”

Yoongi smiles and caresses your back.

“I know”, he whispers.

He shivers when you run your fingers through his hair and almost faints when a second later he feels your lips on his cheek in a tender kiss.

You pull away, looking at him with glassy yet happy eyes.

“But Yoongi, I don’t understand what that means.”

“It’s just..so…I don’t know”, he murmurs, fidgeting nervously.

“I mean”, you let out an awkward laugh, “nevermind, it’s silly”, you say and grin, “I’ll have to find a place for it. Thank you so much, this is the sweetest present someone ever gave to me.”

Then you draw back and stand up to find a place for your new present.

You place the stone on your windowsill right next to your potted plant and your tiny figurine of a cat. You love how it looks. It may be small and many people wouldn’t see any difference in your room, but you do and you feel so happy that it is now part of your collection.

“Wow, this looks so pretty there”, you gasp and giggle, “look Yoongi.”

You turn and halt.

“What’s wrong?”

“___ I have to tell you something.”

“Okay”, you say, sitting down next to him. You intertwine your fingers with his’, “what’s wrong?”

“___ I…” he halts just to inhale shakily. He laughs nervously, looking to the side.

“What is it?” you ask without any sort of hurry in your voice.

“___ I love you.”

“Aww Yoongs”, you say and smile, “I love you too.”

He is so sweet. This is so typical of him. Yoongi is such a secret softie. He may struggle a little with words of affection, but when he does finally get them out, they are always honest and so, so sweet.

“No, I…”

“Yes Yoongs?”

“I’m in love with you”, he confesses in a barely there whisper.

“Oh.”

Yoongi lowers his head.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“For making Us weird.”

Kiss.

Yoongi lifts his head quickly, staring into your eyes.

You just kissed his cheek.

“Hehe”, you let out and grin.

Yoongi touches the spot you kissed.

“I don’t understand”, he whispers.

“I feel the same”, you say and scrunch your nose up, “I think. At least. I don’t know. I know that I love you and that you make me really happy and lately I feel really tingly when you’re in the room with me. A-and it’s so weird of me to say this, but you left a meeting for me and, and look at me after waking up a-and now you’ve given me a stone and I know you’ve just done all of this to cheer me up, but that’s like always been my dream and maybe I think I’m in love with you too because of it.”

“I know”, he whispers, “n-not, not the love part, but the other part. With the dream and all the things I did.”

“You knew?” you press out, feeling yourself tear up.

“You told me. I don’t know, I remembered. I don’t know”, he lowers his eyes shyly, “it’s not a big deal I guess.”

“Yes, yes it is”, you sniffle, making Yoongi raise his head in alarm.

“Don’t cry.”

“It’s the biggest deal ever. Yoongi holy fuck”, you press out and sob.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“Yes it is!” you exclaim and smile at him behind your tears, “it’s so okay. You make me feel okay and, and it makes me want to kiss your lips, because this is like my dream and you are really handsome and freaking love you so much.”

“Oh”, he lets out and goes to hide his face behind his hands, “oh my god ___”, he presses out and then giggles. He giggles like an excited little child all whilst trying his hardest to hide his burning cheeks from your eyes.

And you do the same, except that you hide your face in his shoulder and sit down on his lap just so you could be closer to him.

“I’m so happy Yoongi, I’m so happy”, you laugh and sob and laugh some more.

And Yoongi does what he does best. He hugs you and lets you have this emotional moment while maybe spilling a few tears of happiness himself. And once those tears stop and you and him are giggling and hugging and feeling so happy, you lift your head just to look at him. And it feels different when you do.

You always knew that Yoongi was handsome and that you liked the way his features worked together so perfectly and also how they all looked individually. You liked his button nose and the shape of his pouty lips, you loved the sparkle of his eyes and the softness of his cheeks. You always loved his face, but in this moment you love it a hundred million times more.

You cup his handsome face and lean in.

Stop. Hesitation. Nervousness.

“It’s okay, I want it”, he whispers, cupping your face in his big, healing hands.

You giggle and draw closer.

One kiss. Just a shy touch of lips then you and him pull back simultaneously.

Eyes exchange looks. Hearts race before synching their rhythms. Lips tingle for more.

Yoongi is the one feeling braver, maybe however he feels greedy now that he can finally kiss you. He just wants to do it. He wants to kiss you the way you deserve to be kissed. With tenderness, with adoration and with utter devotion. There is no other way you deserve to be kissed and as he shows you the kisses he will give you from now on, you find yourself drawing closer to him and sighing his name because nobody has ever kissed you that way before.

You don’t really stop kissing for the rest of the day. You try to make dinner together, but Yoongi ends up kissing you against the kitchen counter with his hands on your lower back. You try to watch a movie together, but Yoongi ends up kissing you on the sofa with you on his lap and his hands cradling your body. You also try to fall asleep in your separate rooms, but Yoongi ends up joining you in your bed ten seconds in and kissing you until you both feel too sleepy to continue.

It is Saturday now. Ten hours after you and him stopped kissing and you are awake. Yoongi is still asleep, sleeping next to you in fetus position and with his hands between his knees. He looks really tiny in that position. He is so cute. You giggle, muffling most of the sound in your pillow in order not to wake him up. He is so cute and now you know that he likes you. Actually likes you. It feels so awesome to experience. What feels even more awesome to experience is when Yoongi opens his eyes, studies your face and begins smiling.

“Hey”, you say.

“Best view ever”, he murmurs and reaches out to touch your hand.

“Oh my god”, you gasp and giggle like a little child, “Yoongi, oh my god.”

“What?” he asks sleepily, blinking slowly to wake himself up.

“I wanna cry again, thank you”, you say and then draw closer to snuggle into him.

Yoongi accepts it with a tired grunt and his legs entangling with yours. He smells really good. Warm from sleep which helps the scent of his shower gel to really come out. He thinks that you smell really good too, warm and sweet just like your shampoo.

“Mhm darling, you’ll make me wanna sleep again if you cuddle me like that”, he murmurs, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“I’m your darling”, you whisper, voice filled with awe.

“Mh-hm.”

You giggle.

“And you’re my darling too?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Wow”, you let out in a breathy laugh, snuggling closer. You wiggle like a happy cat, making Yoongi purr in comfort, "I like this nickname. It’s so sweet. Will never called me that, he always called me babe. I don’t like that nickname, it sucks."

"Hm", he hums, rubbing slow circles on your back, "I don’t like it either. It’s really impersonal and lame."

"Hard agree", you say then sigh, "oh Yoongs, you’re so snuggly."

"You too, I feel really comfy."

"Me too, yes, me too", you say and give him a squeeze. You let out a little squeak as you do, making Yoongi chuckle fondly.

"You're cute", he says.

"Wow", you whisper, "thank you…"

Yoongi cradles you in his arms and kisses the crown of your head. He is a little bit sad about the fact that even the smallest of compliments leaves you feeling stunned. You never should have been brought that low and Yoongi swears that he will personally lift you up until you can finally touch the clouds again.

"What nicknames do you like? I like many nicknames", you say.

"Really? Tell me."

"Snuggles is so cute and it fits you because you are snuggly. And honeybun, I don’t know, you remind me of honey."

He chuckles, "I do? Is it because I never expire?"

"No tzt", you nudge his chest, "it's because you’re sweet. Goddammit Yoongi, now you made it weird."

You make him laugh and then kiss the crown of your head

"You're adorable", he whispers and kisses you again, "maybe I'll call you cutie or sweetie because that’s what you are."

"Stop, oh my god", you gasp.

Yoongi chuckles softly, petting the back of your head. He is seriously so happy right now. This is everything he ever wanted.

You spend your Saturday in bed together. Sleeping, talking, sleeping again, talking and kissing, sleeping once more, listening to music and coming up with song ideas, making out because Yoongi is obsessed with you and him writing music together, snacking, cuddling and kissing then some more cuddling. And it was awesome.

Yoongi is currently out of bed because he really needed to pee. He returns with two bowls of food.

"I warmed some of the leftover goulash", he explains, handing one of the bowls to you.

"Wow, thank you. I was honestly starving. This is great", you say, accepting it happily.

You share some bread with the goulash and you may also steal one kiss from Yoongi when he least expects it. It makes him fluster and then give you a quick kiss back.

Your bowls of food are empty by now, standing on your floor for later clean-up. You are on Yoongi’s lap again, fingers entangled in his hair and lips dancing with his'. He is letting out the softest of noises as you kiss him, making you feel so wanted. Your ex never let you know that he liked the kisses. Quite frankly, he didn’t even kiss you for that long and that passionately in the first place. But that doesn't matter anymore, because you have Yoongi now and he is all that matters.

You break the kiss for a moment of air, pulling back just to look at his face. His cheeks are heated, his pouty lips look so puffy from all the nibbling and sucking you did and his pupils are just slightly dilated.

You let out a shy giggle, lowering your eyes. Yoongi cups your cheek, tracing your features with his thumb.

"What is it?" he asks in that sweet, calming voice of his'.

"It's just...we're kissing so much", you confess and hide your face behind your hands, "I hope I don’t bore you."

"Bore me?" he chuckles softly, "darling, why should I be bored? This is like the most exciting thing I have done in a long time."

"Really?" at that you look into his eyes, meeting honesty in them.

"Of course. You are the best kisser", he says and it makes you feel so warm and tingly inside.

"Thank you", you whisper, closing your eyes when a second later he tugs you onto his lips for yet another round of kissing.

And so you kiss again. You kiss because kissing Yoongi is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to you too. It doesn’t even feel awkward that you and him went from being best friends to lovers overnight. You thought it to feel awkward and that it would make you nervous or that your situation would be weird from now on. But it doesn't. It feels right, as if it was always meant to happen and as if scattered pieces of the universe finally shifted into their right places.

"Yoongs", you sigh, breaking the kiss.

"Hm?" he hums, chasing your lips.

"It feels good."

"Mh-hm yeah", he says and places his hands on your hips, "com'ere, wanna have a kiss."

You lean in whilst giggling, running your hands over his torso while Yoongi lets his own dance over your legs. You learn that Yoongi feels way more built and lean than his small frame lets one believe. His arms are sculpted, courtesy of all the handy little work he does in your apartment. And his chest carried a certain strength to it, you blame it on the big, golden heart it has to carry around. That thought makes you giggle and then kiss him deeper.

Yoongi reacts by letting out a soft moan, squeezing your thighs in his strong, yet gentle hands.

You and him are both aware that this is affecting both of you. Truly affecting you. You learned from all the kissing you did, that Yoongi is the type of man that gets hard if only you kiss him long enough. And that knowledge made you realise that you are actually also the type of woman to get wet when being kissed. You blame it solely on Yoongi. He has magical powers in his pretty lips.

And right now. Right in this moment, as the light of the setting sun is shining into your room and your bodies are tingly from all the previous make-out sessions, you didn’t want to stop anymore. You run your hands down his torso, tugging at the strings of his sweatpants teasingly. You don’t open them, you just tease.

"Fuck ___", Yoongi presses out, touching your lower back.

"Hm?"

"You gotta stop."

"With what? That?" you tug at his strings, loosening them slightly.

He exhales shakily, chasing your kiss with parted lips and his half-lidded eyes focused on your mouth.

"You're addicting", he rasps.

You shiver, touching his chest. His heart was racing, copying your rhythm.

"I'm addicting?"

"Yeah...so much…" he licks his lips, moans softly, "wanna keep getting lost in you."

He manages to send a shiver through your entire body.

"Yoongi, I’m wet", you panic instantly, "sorry! Ew, why did I say this?"

Yoongi breaks away, giving you a lopsided smile. He lets his eyes run up and down your body, keeping them half-lidded.

"You're wet?"

"Stoop, don’t bully me", you whine, feeling like hiding.

But Yoongi tugs your hands away and makes you look into his eyes.

"Can I try?" he asks.

"Huh?"

He licks his lips, making you follow his tongue with eager eyes.

"I wanna try."

"Wait. Serious?" you ask, having to laugh afterwards, "like serious, serious?"

"Why...not?" Yoongi furrows his brows, "goddammit ___ how much shittier does your ex get?"

You fluster now that Yoongi saw right through you.

"Did he at least make you cum somehow?"

"I, uh..hah, yeah about that…"

"Goddamn", he lets out and grinds his teeth, "he's such a cunt. Imagine dating you and not wanting to make you cum over and over again."

"Oh my god, Yoongi", you gasp, "you and your loose tongue."

That’s when Yoongi surprises you by flipping you and him over. Your head finds its resting position on the foot end of your bed, Yoongi’s body claims the emptiness between your legs. Quite frankly it steals the sanity from you.

"It's not only loose, but fucking skilled too", he rasps, "I'll send you to heaven and back, darling."

"Bruh", you gawk at him, "sorry, that was not a sexy reaction."

Yoongi chuckles, "you're always sexy."

He makes you fluster, but also squirm because now all you can think about is his tongue and what it could do to you. You are staring at his lips, twisting the front of his shirt.

"Wow…"

"Now can I show you?" he asks, noticing the eagerness in your gaze.

"Yes please", you whisper.

"Thank you, fuck you’re making me the happiest man", he says and goes to kiss your neck. He kissed your neck before, last night during the movie. It doesn’t make the sensation any less intense. You are shivering, feeling the effects of it right between your legs.

Yoongi is a lot more vocal in his neck kisses than he was last night however. Soft moans, whispered praises, shaky breaths. He lets you know that although you were the one being kissed, he feels just as affected by them.

He trails his kisses down your body very soon, exploring your torso through your shirt. He tried tugging your shirt up, but stopped when he felt you squirm uncomfortably. You weren’t feeling confident enough for that step yet and Yoongi is looking forward to the journey of getting you there. No matter how long it takes. But for now, he is doing best with your shirt tickling his lips.

"Feels so nice", you sigh, melting under him.

He hums and finally he reaches your inner thighs.

It’s just one kiss. One touch of his tender lips. And you are squirming. This feels amazing. Holy fuck, if a simple thigh kiss feels like that, than how will he feel between your legs?

You whimper his name, making him lift his head.

"Too fast?"

"No, too slow."

He chuckles, "message received. Lift your hips."

"Why?"

"So I can take off your pants to eat you out. Only if you allow me though."

"Oh uhm", a short moment of contemplation, "yes, okay."

You lift your hips, waiting with bated breath until he finally has your pants pulled down. Well damn, now you’re naked. You close your legs, tugging your shirt down.

"What's wrong? Not a fan of it? Should I get the pants again?" he asks.

"No, it’s just. Just don’t laugh or something, I don’t know."

"I won’t laugh, don’t be scared. I got you", he promises you, calming down your nervousness by kissing your knee.

"Really? Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay so, uhm", you open your legs for a good second, "eek", you close them again, "dude that was fucking scary, my heart is racing."

Yoongi settles back, looking at you with those patient and never judgemental eyes of his'.

"What are you scared of? Tell me and I'll try to understand you."

He doesn’t even realise just how important this is right now. Him being so patient and understanding. This isn’t something you had before. It was always dick out, pants down, no questions asked with your ex. This right here shows you that it can be different too. That you are also allowed to feel comfortable. And it means the world to you.

You take a deep breath for good luck and then finally - finally - voice your thoughts.

"Okay so uhm. What if I taste weird?"

"You won’t. I love eating pussy."

"H-hot, but also...what if you don’t like the shape of it?"

"Won't happen, you’re beautiful. All of you."

"Wow", you giggle, "but what if...I didn’t really like...shave."

"So? You’re a grown-ass woman, you’re supposed to have hair down there."

"But Will-"

"Will is a crusty manchild cunt, he doesn’t deserve to be let anywhere near a pussy."

He cracks you up, shedding you of a million pounds of tension and nervousness. Yoongi chuckles and caresses your leg.

"Thank you", you whisper, "seriously thank you."

He gives you a knowing smile, running his palms up and down the inside of your thighs without ever intruding your private space. It is still enough to make you feel needy and make you crave more.

"Now, can I see your pretty pussy, darling? I'm so greedy for a look."

“You’re literally so hot when you talk like this, what the fuck”, you whisper, making him smirk nonchalantly, “okay, yes uhm", you say and then open your legs for him.

Yoongi lets his eyes flit down, widening them instantly. Even his lips part in awe.

"Holy fuck ___ look at you. Wow. Just wow. You have the sexiest pussy ever."

"Stop that, oh my god", you gasp and despite your complaints, you open your legs further.

"Yes, wow. Look at you. Fucking look at you."

Yoongi’s eyes are spilling over in adoration for you and it makes you feel really sexy. And confident too.

"I'm so lucky. Fuck, I’m so fucking lucky", he rasps and lies down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your legs, “so fucking lucky, look at you”, he murmurs and lowers his head to your pussy.

"Eek", you squeak, ripping your eyes open.

Your life flashes before your eyes. You watch the creation of the universe. And you are pretty sure that for a second you travelled to the end of the galaxy. So this is how that feels like. Goddamn.

"Ah, hah - oh god."

Yoongi moans, staring at your face and dancing his tongue up and down your pussy. You taste so good, feel so soft and warm. It’s only been seconds and he is already obsessed.

"T-that feels so good. Urgh god, Yoongi", you press out, wiggling your hips.

Yoongi stops your fleeing body by throwing your legs over his shoulders, keeping them still with a strong grip. He can taste how much this gesture affects you. He can feel how this small act makes you clench. Can hear it too as your voice pitches so perfectly.

"So sweet", he uses the vibrations of his voice to his advantage, making you twitch and gasp, "my darling's so sweet", he seals his words by sucking your clit between his pouty lips. For just a second because then you flinch away and laugh.

"Yoongi, fuck."

"What's wrong?"

"I just", you lift your head to stare at him, "you're a demon what the hell? I already wanna cum."

"I'm a demon?" he chuckles, "or maybe you’re just needy."

"Hey", you pout.

He smirks, "it's hot that you are", he rasps and then wiggles his tongue through your folds all whilst keeping up the eye contact.

You gasp and tense up, trying and failing to keep your eyes open.

“Jesus fuck, Yoongi…”

You tilt your head back, parting your lips in bliss.

You’re so lovely. So goddamn pretty. Yoongi can’t get enough of the view and your pussy. He buries himself deeper, grinding his tongue over your clit all whilst gazing at your face.

"Ah", you drop your head and arch your back. Then you moan and melt under the sensations. This feels so good. It seriously does. Being so loved feels so good.

Yoongi soothes your trembling legs with slow rubs up and down. You know that he got you, that this right here is what security and safety feels like. And it may sound weird, but it heals your heart as well. Yoongi eating your sweet pussy is healing your heart. It sounds like a joke, but it isn’t. Being so appreciated is like medicine to you.

“Yoongi…” you sigh, caressing his back by wiggling your feet.

He answers you with a sweet moan, littering your pussy with kisses to give her a little break and also because he is fucking obsessed. You giggle each time he does.

“Does that feel nice?” he asks in fond chuckles, kissing your clit.

“Yeah”, you giggle, nodding your head vigorously.

“Mhm darling…I love your pussy”, he sighs and finally darts his tongue out again.

“Oh! Oh wow”, you gasp, legs twitching on his back and pussy welcoming his licks with eager clenches. It happens naturally that you reach down to twist his hair, only to get cold feet and pat his head awkwardly instead, “fuck sorry”, you laugh.

“Mhm?”

“I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s alright, you’re so sexy”, he assures you and makes you moan with just a perfect flick of his tongue. It also doesn’t help that he decided to slip one of his fingers into you, slowly and carefully in order not to overwhelm you.

Not that it does not overwhelm you. Not in a bad way. But in a totally leg shaking, mind scrambling type of way.

“How’s that?” he asks, listening to your whimpering and mewling. He fucks his long finger in and out of you slowly, almost going crazy at just how warm and wet you feel around him.

“G-good, ah Yoongi”, you have to arch your back, melting in his hands.

“So perfect, I’m the luckiest”, he rasps in that sexy voice of his’ and connects his lips with your clit again. He sucks and licks her skillfully all whilst feeding your greedy pussy his finger.

“Yoongi, I wanna cum”, you whine, tightening around him.

He breaks away, "don’t hold back darling, let me taste your orgasm", he rasps and then he is already back on your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to heaven.

"Y-Yoongi", you choke out, gasping for air. You are so close. He is so good. This is the best.

"Feed me, darling. Feed me", Yoongi begs, making the lewdest of sounds as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

You wanted this to last longer, but physically can’t stop this high from happening. You have no practice in holding back your orgasms because you never got even remotely close to one in the first place. This is a skill you don’t possess, but right this moment you don’t care because with just a flick of his tongue and a curl of his finger, Yoongi actually sends you to heaven.

"Wow, oooh", you press out, reaching down to twist his hair. Your legs are shaking, your entire body is burning up. Yoongi guides you through your high, encouraging you with needy moans and eager licks. Even afterwards he keeps his mouth latched to your pussy, kissing her soothingly and making you sigh in complete bliss.

“That was so nice”, you whisper and sniffle, “Yoongi I’m-” you can’t stop it from happening. You start crying. You start crying because the fact that someone loves you enough that he wants to make you feel good, overwhelms you.

“Hey”, he is face to face with you instantly, hugging you safely, “it’s okay, I’m here.”

“It’s just so nice a-and it overwhelms m-me”, you stutter.

“Mhm, I hear you. It’s alright, I’m here now. It’s alright”, he soothes you.

“Thank y-you”, you sob, snuggling into his safe chest.

“Hey, of course. Oh my darling, don’t cry, it’s okay”, he whispers, holding you until you don’t feel like crying anymore.

You just feel a little embarrassed, lifting your head with your cheeks burning up. You meet honest fondness in his eyes, no judgement just fondness.

“Sorry for crying”, you murmur.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay”, he assures you, caressing your cheek.

"I'm just such a mess", you laughed as you said the words but carried sadness in your eyes.

Yoongi wipes your tears away, "that's alright. I'm here and won’t leave. We can work on this together."

"Thank you", you whisper and touch his chest, "should I make you cum too?”

He laughs fondly, obviously surprised by your change in mood, but still completely enchanted.

“Only if you want to, you don’t have to.”

You tear up again, lower lip trembling.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“It’s just that I’m not used to having my, my needs ackno- oh god, sorry”

"Don't apologize, you’re safe here."

"Fuck Yoongi", you press out and laugh. This time around, you are the one to wipe your tears, doing so with a little grunt. You inhale and exhale, "now I kinda wanna make you cum", you confess in a laugh.

He smiles, "yeah? Really?"

"Yes, you’re so awesome."

Yoongi blushes and gasps when you tug him closer by his shirt. Your eye contact is intense, filled with slight madness.

"Can you fuck me? Just like this?"

"Fuck ___ of course I can, but fuck."

"What?"

"You turn me on so much."

You giggle.

"I'll just get a condom real quick", he says, pecking your lips before leaving the bed to get to his room.

He returns a few moments later, carrying two condoms in case one of them breaks.

"Be glad you don’t have a dick, because running with a boner is the worst sensation ever", he says, making you laugh.

"I can imagine. But then, it’s not better with a vagina. It’s complete waterfalls once you stand up, and you can’t even stop it."

Yoongi laughs, "sounds awful."

"Yeah."

You probably would have continued laughing, hadn’t he taken his pants off and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He works skillfully to roll the condom on, but all you can concentrate on is his dick and just how fucking sexy it looks. Perfect in length, curved nicely and with the veins matching with those on his big hands. Meaning he had a perfectly shaped and veiny cock.

"Damn Yoongs."

He sneaks a glance your way.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it’s sexy as fuck."

"T-thanks", he struggles slightly now that he is jerking himself, "can you turn for me?"

You obey gladly, turning on the mattress so your lower body is now facing him.

Yoongi steps closer to the edge of the bed and rests his heavy cock on your pussy. With slow rolls of his hips, he rubs his cockhead back and forth, grinding against your clit as he does. It makes you sigh and squirm. He is so good.

"I can't wait to fuck you", he croaks, touching your dripping entrance with his fingertips, "wow sweetie, so wet. Do you want this cock?" he asks, spanking your clit with it softly.

"Y-yeah."

"Yeah", he repeats, outlining himself with you, "ready?"

"So ready. "

Yoongi slips in with one push, feeding you his length slowly and carefully. It feels fucking incredible to him, but he doesn’t let it show yet. His eyes are focused on your face, monitoring your expressions. You look entirely blissed-out.

"How’s that?"

"Fucking amazing. Yoongi, ah."

Yoongi feels safe enough to move, moaning instantly. You whimper, lips curling into a happy smile.

"Yes, oh god, yes."

"You feel so good around me sweetie", Yoongi presses out, resting his hands on the mattress. Right beside your shoulders, making his length shift inside of you into an even better angle. With the help of his curve and his skilled movements, you feel like going up in flames.

"Feels so nice…" you sigh.

Being fucked feels so nice. It didn’t always feel like that, but this right here feels nice. Yoongi feels nice.

"Yes it does. You feel so fucking incredible", Yoongi is struggling with his words. He can’t concentrate. At least not on talking. Not when your body makes him feel so fucking eternal.

"Don't...stop…" you beg him.

"I won’t, I can do this all night."

"Really?"

"No, lies. I wanna cum. You’re such a turn on."

You laugh, peeling your eyes open.

"Yoongi", you laugh, "oh? Yoongi…" you moan, trembling in pleasure.

"Isn’t that nice?" he asks, writing his name with his hips. He wants to let your pussy know just exactly who treats her so fucking well. She is not going to forget about how good sex feels like, Yoongi is making sure of it.

"So nice", you keen, hooking your legs behind his lower back. You clench down on him, forcing a growl to rumble in his chest.

"Relax sweetie, relax."

"I am.."

"No, you’re clenching. You'll make me cum, relax."

"But I wanna make you cum", you whine, arching your back.

Yoongi can’t help himself. He places his left hand on your back, tracing the arch of it until he reaches your exposed ass. He grabs it with both hands, keeping you arched for him.

"Ah!" your moans pitch, your mouth falls open.

"So pretty, so fucking good", Yoongi grunts, holding your squirming hips while his cock was making sure you were being fed well. Your feet are grinding against his lower back as you squirm, your fingers are twisting the sheets.

"Holy fuck Yoongi, holy fuck Yoongi. Yoongi, ah Yoongi."

"I know, I can feel it. You’re taking me so well", he praises and connects his thumb with your clit. It is still so swollen and sensitive, throbbing under his fingertip as he rubs expert circles on it.

His cock, his finger, the position. Yoongi. Everything is turning you on to the point of no return.

"Fuck darling", he grunts, "you like that, don’t you? You like it when I play with pretty, little clit as I fuck you, don’t you?"

"Yes Yoongi, yes. Hnggn", you throw your head back, "ah!"

Your back arches more, his cock slips deeper. Yoongi throws his own head back, feeling his knees buckle in bliss.

"Fuck", he lets out that very distinct laugh he does. It sounds just slightly fake, but you know he only does it when he is genuinely stunned by something. Or in his songs. He loves doing this stupidly hot laugh in his songs sometimes. Knowing that you can actually and truly bring it out of him when you fuck him, scrambles your already scrambled brain to the point of no return.

"Fuck ___ I'm going insane, I wanna fucking cum."

"Soon please soon", you beg.

"Yeah? You close?"

You whimper, giving him all he needed to know.

"Fuck, then take your time."

"It's, it’s not long any-, ah, -more."

"So sexy, my darling's so sexy."

That praise. That perfectly timed praise was all it needed. You break around Yoongi’s cock, clenching down on him to the point that he has to stop just so he wouldn’t accidentally trigger his own high. He lets you rut into his hand, gawking at your face with blown out pupils and his cock aching for release.

"Yes ___ yes, give me everything. Cream my fucking cock, that’s it", he encourages you.

"Yoongi please cum", you beg, aching for the sensations.

"Fuck darling", he presses out, fulfilling your wish by finally moving his hips and riding on your high until the tight knot in his stomach breaks.

"Ah-ah", he orgasms with a shuddering moan, fearing for his legs for a good second as they almost give up on him. You floating on your afterglow and helping him with his high in the process. This is the best orgasm he ever had.

Yoongi slacks against you once his high has died down, elbows working hard on keeping him from slipping.

"Darling, sweetie", he whispers, nuzzling into your neck with a happy smile, "that was amazing. Holy fuck, I’m literally dizzy."

You giggle, wrapping your limbs around him until he can’t help but fall.

"Careful, careful my dick", he gasps.

"Oh! Sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, you just almost made the condom slip", he says, taking care of it before an accident can happen. He chuckles, "fuck ___, you’re so amazing. That was seriously so good."

"Really?" you ask, changing your position so your head would be resting on his lap and your legs were bend behind his back.

Yoongi smiles, tracing your features with tender fingers.

"Yes really. You’re beautiful."

"Wow", you whisper, "no uhm...hah, thank you."

He gives you a reassuring smile, “you know what? Let’s prepare a really warm bath and take it together. That’ll help you relax.”

“Yes…wow… this sounds so romantic..wow."

You nod your head, gazing at his face as if he was your saviour and in a sense he was. He really did save you. He picked up the broken parts of your heart and fixed them with care and patience and without him you would still be lost in the pain of being loved by the wrong person.

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alpha!bucky x omega!reader

summary: you realise that you can’t survive your heat without bucky

warnings: fluff, smut, dirty talk, fingering, praise kink, tiny weeny bit of degradation (like one sentence)

note: okay so the only knowledge for alpha and omega stuff I have is from reading fics on tumblr so please excuse anything that is wrong i’m sorry!!

guys i have a serious problem where it takes me actual months to write a fic so i tell myself that the next one will be short and then i get carried away 🫣

bucky and you are good friends. best friends even. you had met him when he started a new job at your office.

immediately you both hit it off and since then had spent pretty much every day with eachother.

no more than three days went by without you seeing him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

bucky was the kindest, sweetest human you had ever met, being in the presense of an alpha all the time made you feel safe.

you would have never believed that he was your alpha.

the both of you never really spoke about claiming an alpha/omega. you had always been shy and were just waiting for that special click when you found yours.

bucky was also waiting patiently, he hoped that his omega would come along soon, he liked taking care of you when you needed him and so he wanted an omega of his own.

when you would come closer to being in heat, you became more affectionate, wanting to be close and cuddled by bucky.

having an alpha around, even if he wasn’t yours, meant that instantly you would feel the need to be with him, just to keep your omega mind at ease.

whilst you were in heat, you stayed away. not just from bucky, but from everyone. no one should have to deal with you when you were in that state. that was your alpha’s job, wherever he was.

you didn’t want bucky to find out why once a month you would be attached to him. just the thought of him finding out made you blush.

what you didn’t realise it that bucky already knew.

he figured it out months ago.

the first few times he was oblivious. he just thought that you wanted to be cuddled, and he wasn’t going to say no.

after watching you be all soft with him and then disappear completely after a few days, bucky slowly put two and two together.

the thought of you alone during your heat made him feel overly-protective, and he made sure that the next time you wanted affection, he was going to go above and beyond to make sure that you were comfortable and give you as much attention as you needed.

usually, before your heat, the constant touch would go a little something like this:

-you would turn up on his doorstep, with big, soft eyes. bucky would know straight away, smile on his face as he pulled you in for a hug.

-hugs were more frequent, any chance you got you would clasp your arms around his waist or neck, your head buried in his chest.

-you would stay in, watching films late into the night. at first, you sat next to bucky calmly, legs crossed as your head rested against the cushions.

-by the time the end credits were rolling, bucky had beckoned you to sit next to him, and you were pressed up against his side.

-his arm was over your shoulders, pulling you in as close as he could. he was sure that he was squashing you, but you didn’t seem to mind one bit.

he smelt so good. it was a warm, musky scent, whenever you inhaled it reminded you of wood fires and winter, with a hint of peppermint.

it was extremely comforting to you, that alpha scent. you tried to soak it up as much as possible before you had to leave for a few days.

one day, close to your heat, you needed bucky’s attention even more than usual. your heat was coming at you strong.

you went through the same routine, showing up on his doorstep.

he pulled you in to his chest, pressing his nose to the top of your head as he breathed you in.

you always smelt a little sweeter nearer your heat, it had taken bucky a while to realise, but now that he had he couldn’t get enough.

you pulled your face out of his shirt to look round his apartment. the couch was already set up for a movie night.

“buck…do you mind if we just…chill in your bed tonight? i’m so tired.”

you felt vulnerable asking him to do that, but you knew he wouldn’t really mind.

“course sweetheart.” he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the bedroom.

you collapsed on the bed, and the strong smell of him in his sheets made you want to crawl under the duvet and never leave.

bucky smiled at you crawling up towards the pillows, you had a dazed look on your face and he just wanted to tuck you under his arm.

“you can take your jeans off if you want. you know…so that you’re more comfortable.” bucky scratched at his neck, averting his eyes as you stripped.

he climbed onto the bed with you, lifting up the covers so that you weren’t cold.

bucky was wearing sweats and a hoodie. as he pressed himself up against you, you were taken aback at the strong smell of him.

you needed more.

“can i-um, can i wear your hoodie?”

how could bucky say no when you looked at him like that? with your doe eyes, nearly half-naked in his bed.

“sure you can. are you cold?” he looked worried.

“oh no, i um- i mean, yes, yes i guess i am cold.” you stuttered, not wanting him to know that you just wanted to be wrapped up in his scent.

bucky was clever though, hiding his smirk as he watch you inhale deeply as he pulled the hoodie over your head.

you craved his scent just as much as he craved yours.

he just about nearly died when you looked up at him with soft eyes, your hands hidden in the sleeves. the hood was over your head, and you looked tiny.

he smiled to himself, pulling you close as he laid on his side. you turned onto your side aswell, shutting your eyes instantly at how cosy and safe you felt.

bucky’s arms wrapped around your back, hugging you into his chest. one of your hands clutched onto his t-shirt, the other tucked under your neck.

one of bucky’s hands trailed down to your bare thigh , and you shivered as his fingertips trailed over your bare skin.

he hooked his arm under your leg so that he could move it over his hip, and you had never felt more relaxed.

you rubbed your nose into his neck, restraining yourself from pressing right onto his scent gland. his smell filled the air around you, and you let out a small whimper.

bucky froze at the sound you made, shivering a little at the feeling of you so close. he secretly loved it, but was too busy worrying about you to fully relax.

he had never seen you this clingy, knowing that the next heat was going to be difficult for you, stronger than any of the others.

——————

a week later, bucky was laying in bed, around 1am.

he couldn’t sleep. you had gone into heat a few days after the sleeping-together-in-his-bed incident, and he hadn’t heard a word from you since then.

something didn’t feel right, after all these months being more touchy with you, he was beginning to believe that maybe you were his omega.

he felt protective over you, wanting to keep you by his side at all times. make sure you were well fed and had gotten enough sleep.

his phone rang suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.

stretching, he reached over to his bedside table, watching how your icon lit up his screen.

he paused for a second, wondering why you were calling whilst you were in heat. it must be urgent.

swiping his thumb across the screen, he brought the phone to his ear, his breathing short and quick.

“y/n?”

“buck. i-“

bucky sat up straight in bed at the sound of you, heavy breaths and little whimpers escaping your mouth.

“sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“bucky please. i-i’m in heat. i can’t get t-through this. i need you.”

bucky’s hand came up to rest over his eyes, contemplating what to do. part of him had been waiting for this moment, but he knew it wasn’t the right thing to do.

“please bucky. it hurts, it hurts so bad.”

you let out a small moan and bucky wondered if you were touching yourself right now. the thought made him grow hard.

“i’m not your alpha sweetheart, i can’t do anything i’m sorry.” he felt awful.

“buck. need y-you to take care of me.” your voice broke, the throbbing of your pussy becoming painful. “you, bucky. i want you.” more whimpers fell from your lips.

bucky gave in. he couldn’t leave you like that, it would kill him.

“okay. okay i’m coming over. love, i’ll be ten minutes.” he jumped out of bed, pulling on some sweats and a t-shirt.

the drive over, he had a pep talk with himself.

okay. no touching. you are not her alpha.

he thought of you spread out on the bed, pussy dripping and clenching around nothing as you rubbed yourself raw.

okay fine. he bargained with himself.

no touching, unless she calls you alpha. wait for her to say it first.

he pulled up outside your flat, practically sprinting to the door. he knocked, even though he knew that you were not going to greet him.

he pushed the door slightly, hoping that it was unlocked. to his delight it was open, and he walked in nervously.

even from downstairs, bucky could smell you. sweet, warm smell that filled his nostrils. it made his entire body tingle.

he made his way up the stairs, calling out softly for you.

“love?”

you didn’t answer, but bucky could hear the whimpers coming from your room. his dick was twitching as he thought of what you would look like when he walked into the room.

nothing could have prepared him for the sight.

as he pushed open the door, he was met with you, on your back, legs spread wide. you didn’t notice him at first, your eyes clenched shut.

bucky stopped dead in his tracks as he saw his hoodie, draped over your chest. you pulled it up to your nose every now and then, inhaling his scent.

he had forgotten that you had taken it home with you. his eyes drifted down, reaching your core.

fuck. he thought. you were red and puffy, slick dripping out from between your folds. your hand was rubbing your clit, your fingers dangerously close to your throbbing hole.

bucky wanted nothing more than to touch you, his brow sweating as he clenched his fists.

a groan came from his throat, startling you.

your eyes went wide as you saw him standing at the foot of your bed, his erection showing through his trousers.

“bucky.” tears formed in your eyes at how glad you were to see him, you blinked them back, watching as bucky made his way towards you.

you sat up, moving his hoodie to the side. your hands went straight to bucky’s t-shirt, pulling at the material once he was close enough.

any shyness you once had was gone, the need to be filled too strong.

bucky pulled you onto his lap, trying to ignore how you were practically dripping onto his thighs.

you wasted no time, holding on to his arms as you pressed your nose to his neck.

finding his scent gland gave you some of the relief that you were looking for, and you moaned against him.

you breathed him in, your mouth watering. your tongue began to kitten lick his scent gland, eventually latching on to his skin.

the feeling of you sucking and licking made his eyes roll back, and he grabbed your waist to compose himself.

“you’re killing me sweetheart. you know i can’t touch you like this, you’re not mine to touch.”

nothing he was going to say or do could stop you right now. you were too deep in your heat.

“alpha.” you whimpered, sucking on a particular sweet spot on his neck.

bucky gave in, the one word he’d been waiting for falling from your lips. it was like a green light, a growl leaving his throat as you repeated the word, grinding down on his lap.

“alpha, please.”

he didn’t need to hear more, his cock painfully hard.

“it’s okay my little omega. i’m gonna take care of you.”

the change in his voice made your stomach flip, and you whimpered into his neck as he tried to pull you back.

“look at me ‘mega. gonna make you feel good but you gotta look at me sweetheart.”

you listened, pulling away from his neck with shiny lips. bucky eyes had glazed over, and you felt your pussy become wetter with the look he was giving you.

he pulled you off of his lap, laying you down gently between the pillows.

he watched as your body twitched and squirmed at the lack of touch and decided not to tease you.

you spread your legs for him, all you could focus on was bucky. his smell, his face, his body, his fingers that were currently trailing down your stomach.

you nearly cried out when he reached your clit, your back arching as he began to rub in slow, small circles.

“so sensitive aren’t you?” his eyes were dark.

you mumbled, “hmhmm.” your eyes fluttering shut.

bucky let out a small groan from his throat, seeing you this desperate for his touch made him feral.

he was still in shock that you had called him alpha, the need to satisfy you increasing by the second.

he sped up his fingers, pressing down on your clit before moving his fingertips through your folds.

he didn’t think it was possible for someone to be this wet.

“dripping for me omega” he whispered.

you had given up on talking, resulting to whimpers and soft moans every now and again.

he sat beside you, his knees touching your ribs. one hand working you towards your orgasm, his fingers dipping down to tease your hole.

the other hand was groping your chest in a vulgar way, you welcomed the pain with a hard moan when he pinched at your nipples.

his hand collected your juices, and you watched with wide eyes as he brought that same hand to his lips, his mouth opening as he tasted you.

the sounds of him licking up your juices had your eyes rolling back. your hands extended, and you reached for him, pulling him down by the neck of his t-shirt.

he chuckled at your reaction, his hand going back to teasing your pussy as his tongue explored your mouth.

“dirty girl.” he whispered through the kiss.

you whimpered as the kiss got sloppy, your lips both wet with saliva.

his finger entered your hole, all the way up to the knuckle, you clenched down on him, hard, and your mouth fell open.

you clutched his t-shirt, whimpering an “alpha” into his mouth.

“so tight for me sweetheart, gotta open you up.”

he added another finger, the palm of his hand bumping against your clit as he thrusted in and out.

bucky pulled away from your lips as you got closer to your high, he wanted to see your face when you came.

“that’s it omega, you gonna come for me?”

god, the feeling of his thick fingers inside of you, finally getting the release you craved was too much, your body jolting and squirming as he sped up his movements.

his other hand moved to your hip, pressing down so that you couldn’t move away.

“it’s okay, cum for me sweetheart, good girl.”

you shuddered as your orgasm hit, your pussy pulsing around bucky’s fingers.

he pulled his fingers out as you finished, slowly rubbing your clit as you overcame your high.

you felt extremely sensitive, pushing at his hand when it became too much.

“alpha, please.” you whimpered. “i-i can’t.”

bucky smirked, eventually stopping.

he knew that you wouldn’t be able to sit up by yourself, so he took matters into his own hands.

his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you up until you were sat on his lap again.

you connected your lips as soon as you could reach, moaning when your pussy bumped against his leg.

“how are you feeling?”

you smiled at how thoughtful he was, pushing your face into his neck.

“amazing.” you answered, “but…can you fuck me now?” you gave him your biggest puppy eyes, feeling your heat start to creep back up on you.

bucky let out a bellow of a laugh, his hands holding your face as he looked at his little omega.

“how do you want it?” he whispered, groaning as he felt you start to hump his leg.

damn, you really were in heat. “such a slut for my cock, aren’t you? can’t even keep still for two seconds.”

your eyes went wide at his words, and you nodded furiously.

“want to please you, want my alpha on top of me.” you kissed his lips once, swinging your leg over so that you could lay on your back again.

bucky growled, his sweats becoming uncomfortable, he had been hard for the past hour.

he wanted nothing more than to fuck you hard and rough into the mattress, satisfying an omega during their heat was a hard job.

he began to strip, ridding himself of his clothes quickly. by the time he was done you were practically drooling at the sight of him.

his stomach was toned, his chest and arms looked like they could crush you.

his cock was against his stomach, red and leaking with precum, you licked your lips.

bucky positioned himself above you, his hand resting on your cheek as he kissed you.

the kiss was rough, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, arching your back to be closer.

bucky held his cock, his eyes screwed shut as he stroked himself.

your eyes were glued to his movements, your body squirming with need underneath him.

“please. alpha…” you pouted.

“be patient, omega.”

your head bowed at the stern tone of his voice, bucky noticed straight away how your energy changed.

he brought his fingers to your chin, lifting your head up to look at him again.

“i know you’re desperate sweetheart, wait a little and i’ll give you what you want.”

you nodded, a small pout on your face as you leaned up to kiss him.

bucky thought he might explode at the look on your face. fuck, you were gorgeous. he was never letting you out of his sight after this.

he stopped teasing, pressing his tip to your entrance. you were dripping with fresh juices, eager to feel him inside of you.

bucky moved his tip through your folds, up to your clit. he pressed down, your back arching at the pleasure.

he carried on like that, up to your clit, down through your wet folds until he caught on your hole.

you could hardly keep still, craving the feeling of him inside of you.

finally, he pushed in, just his tip, and groaned athow tight you were.

“fuck, omega, gripping me so fucking tight i can barely move.” he spoke through gritted teeth, slowly pushing in.

the feeling of finally being filled was better than could have ever imagined, his cock stretching out your walls deliciously.

“so big…” you moaned, gripping his shoulders as he bottomed out.

you shuddered out a breath as he began to move, pulling out until just his tip was resting inside of you before pushing all the way back in.

your pussy was like a drug, bucky’s jaw slack as he thrusted into you.

you were close already, bucky’s cock brushing all the right spots, you were sure that you were leaking all over the sheets.

“fuck, alpha, faster please, faster.” bucky opened his eyes, connecting your lips in a messy kiss as he sped up the pace.

you moaned as he went faster, the knot in your stomach growing with every thrust.

“you gonna come for me sweetheart?” his cock was pistoning in and out of you, his hand coming down to rub at your swollen clit.

“yes! just like that, alpha, fuck.”

your eyes rolled back into your head as you came around bucky’s cock, triggering his own orgasm.

your pussy spasmed, leaking over bucky’s cock as he came inside of you.

he groaned as he felt your juices mix together, and you opened your legs wider at the feeling of his cum in you.

“so good, ugh-good girl, my omega, so good for me.”

bucky slowed right down, pulling out of you.

your eyes were shut, your chest breathing heavily as you recovered. your body was twitching, cum dripping out from between your legs.

“fuck.” bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight of it.

his fingers came down, pressing at your hole as he pushed his leaking cum back inside of you.

you whimpered, feeling overstimulated as he massaged your hole.

“my little omega loves being filled up by her alpha, huh?” bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead as he pulled his fingers away.

you nodded, squeezing your legs together as you sat up.

bucky stood and made his way to the bathroom, coming back moments later.

he had a towel in his hand, and he pressed it to your core, cleaning you up. you gripped his arm at the overstimulation, your body still twitching.

bucky chuckled at your state, feeling a little sorry for you. he gestured for you to lay down under the covers. you did, and he quickly followed.

you both faced eachother, laying on your sides.

having sex during your heat made you incredibly subby afterward, your eyes glossy as you kissed bucky.

bucky could tell, pulling you into his chest as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead.

you were basically laying on top of him, taking the opportunity to press your nose into his neck once more. he smelt of pine trees and vanilla candles burning in the winter.

bucky being your alpha made so much sense, you could see that clearly now. you looked up at him, admiring his face.

how his nose twitched, how his eyelashes moved when he blinked, his teeth showing a little as he smiled down at you.

you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips as you snuggled closer to him.

“how are you feeling sweetheart?”

you sighed. “content. like i belong to someone.”

a knot formed in bucky’s throat at your words, and he vowed to protect you and keep you happy for the rest of his life.

#alpha!bucky #alpha!bucky x omega!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader

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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years

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niche boyfriend things i think bts would do

a/n: friendly reminder that bts are my boyfriends i claim da whole crew <333

part 1 | part 2

namjoon:

he writes you letters like yeah he communicates with you in normal ways of course but every once in a while he’s overwhelmed with what he feels for you and pulls out his journal and writes you a letter he doesn’t send every one he writes to you but they exist

forehead kisses

he’s very conscious of his surroundings especially when you’re around he wants to protect you to keep you safe so if you’re walking side by side and for some reason you end up on the side closest to the street he pulls you in and switches sides with you

pillow talk!!!!! he gets sleepy and spills his guts starts talking all metaphorical and poetic and you just gotta give him a little kith to bring him back down to earth

if you sent him to the store to get something he’d get distracted and come back with everything except what you asked for but would always go back and get what you needed tho when you hit him with the 😐🤨

100% enables your plushie addiction like if he’s out and he sees one he goes back and forth over whether he should get it bc he knows you have so many but ultimately decides to get it bc he loves how excited you get when you see it and how you hug it and immediately find a home for it on your bed or shelf

calls you baby so much you get culture shock if he ever says your actual name

when you wanna spend time with him without interrupting his methods of relaxation he reads to you <333

gives you a crash course on botany so you can take care of his plants when he’s away like there’s an actual test that he makes you take on direct vs indirect sunlight and the amount of water each one gets etc; makes a nifty little chart detailing the care instructions anyway bc he doesn’t trust you to remember; checks in weekly to see if you’ve followed through

makes pinky promises when he’s super serious; pinky promises he’ll get some rest, he won’t work himself to the bone, he’ll tell you when things get hard, he’ll love you forever; he hasn’t broken one yet

seokjin:

would get you guys a set of those friendship lamps that you’re supposed to tap when you’re missing/thinking about the other person <333 but he’d only tap it when it’s the middle of the night you’d be sound asleep at 3am and all of a sudden your room get lit up like spongebob when he was vibing with the jellyfish

he texts you good morning and good night everyday without fail

uses you as an excuse to get out of social situations so sometimes you’ll come home at night and he’s just there on your computer playing games and you’re like ???? and he’s like i told them i had plans with you and didn’t want to be a liar

you’re his go to drinking buddy so he texts you at odd hours and inappropriate times to get drinks like it’ll be 10 am on a tuesday and you’ll have just gotten your wisdom teeth taken out the day before and he’ll text you when you get out of bed to change your gauze talm bout “drinks???” like dawg no 💀

offers you the first bite of whatever he’s having whether it’s his dinner some ice cream a sip of his drink his gummy bears whatever you always get first pick even if you have your own

gets shy about asking you on a date all face flushed red in the ears even if you’ve been together for a while; has led to him on separate occasions casually inviting you over to his place only for him to answer the door with his hair slicked back wearing slacks and a button up after having cooked you a three course gourmet meal and you’re standing there in leggings and a hoodie with a hole in the sleeve

literally only cares about your opinion like if he wants to wear something and twenty people including his stylists are telling him it look goofy but you say it’s a vibe he’s gonna go head and wear it

not a fan of pda but at the same time he can’t find it in himself to break the tradition of kissing you in greeting no matter who’s around

if you’re carrying something no matter how light or heavy it is when he sees you you won’t be bc he’s holding it for you

answers the phone whenever you call no matter what time zone he’s in and stays on as long as you need him to

yoongi:

if you was sitting down side by side he would have one arm wrapped around you resting on your hip

he talks about you like all the time like if y’all was hanging out everyone knows bc he’s mentioned it like six times or if anything was ever said or did that resembled something you said or did he’s gonna say how it reminded him of the time you… your name just always gon be in his mouth

there’s a folder on his computer with all the voice memos you’ve ever sent him saved so he can listen to them back whenever he misses you; has definitely sampled some in songs that may or may not see the light of day

when you get curious about how he does what he does he shows you and lets you mess around on his equipment helping you make beats and add sounds and what not and actually develops the tracks he thinks may have potential

complains about you fussing over him whenever he’s sick or injured but lowkey loves and expects it like if you didn’t he’d go around with his lip poked out acting like an abandoned kitten until you started fussing over him again

even tho he doesn’t really drink it anymore he makes you coffee every morning

indulges in your hobbies even if he doesn’t particularly care for it like will spend 6 hours building an 1800 piece lego set with you just bc you asked

always consults you on which selfies he should post so you gotta sit there and play spot the difference tryna figure out if he should post the one where his smirk is set at a 45° angle or 47° angle

lowkey possessive like if you’re out and someone approaches you and starts talking to you for longer than 30 seconds he’s gonna nonchalantly slide over to you and wrap his hand around your waist not bc he’s insecure in y’all relationship in anyway but he just wants everyone to be aware that you’re spoken for

you watch videos on his phone together in bed blanket over your laps you tucked up under his arm sharing one set of earphones you get the right and he gets the left

hoseok:

holds your hand in the car while he driving

he leans on you a lot like whenever y’all sitting next to each other his head is on your shoulder; almost exclusively the big spoon when cuddling tho

always brings you back something from wherever he’s travelled to even if he didn’t get a chance to go out much and it’s just like a candy bar from the airport or sumn like if you visit him in the middle of tour you gotta bring an empty bag just for the presents he got you

facetimes you whenever he’s on lunch break sometimes he goes to find a quiet place where y’all can chat while he eating other times he let the chaos ensue and you gotta talk to everyone and listen as they all slurp and smack on whatever they got

makes you take pictures with him as soon as you wake up like you’ll be barely coherent face puffy eyes swollen dried up drool caked up on the corner of your lip and he pulling out his ole reliable polaroid and making you pose

randomly compliments you like you’ll be in the middle of some odd rant about how different colored m&m’s should have different flavors or how ranch is the inferior salad dressing and he’ll just interrupt you with a “you’re so pretty” and then urge you to continue on as if he didn’t just fluster you

custom orders matching bonnets for you two his has your face on it and yours has his face on it

paints your toes in exchange for you painting his fingers; nearly sabotages his own work and gets kicked bc he can’t resist the urge to tickle your feet

on days where you don’t have anything going on and can tag along with him doing this and that he likes to pick out your outfit; he dresses you in a similar fashion to his self and says that you’re his mini me for the day; happens often enough that everyone picks up on it and your new nickname is actually junior

has an entire photo album dedicated to pictures of you; prints out his favorite ones and starts a scrapbook detailing the timeline of your relationship and random memories of things you’ve done and places you’ve been together

jimin:

whenever he feels compelled he will bite your neck and there will be a hickey left in his wake

pretty much holds you hostage whenever he’s not working like constantly coaxing you into staying the night or weaseling his way into your place and when they had that 2 month break…..y’all lived together; is currently searching for a location to make that a permanent situation

loves to mess with you when you’re relaxing like you could be laying on the couch watching something on netflix and he gon come and lay on top of you with a smug smirk on his face and while you whining and squirming and pushing trying to get him off you he’s pretending he doesn’t know what’s going on like you’re not there

your health and happiness is very important to him and it’s his personal to mission make sure nothing and no one gets in the way of that even yourself so he nags a lot always asking if you took your vitamins making sure you’re appropriately dressed for the weather always checking up on you bothering you when he knows you’re not doing well so you’ll talk to him it’s annoying sometimes but you know it’s from a place of love 💞

whenever he goes somewhere without you he make sure to take plenty of pictures and even makes notes in his phone so he can give you an accurate play by play of everything he saw and did bc he wants to experience everything with you even when he can’t; makes it a point to bring you back to the spots he really enjoyed so you can see it for yourself too

lays his head in your lap and shakes it around until you get the hint and start playing in his hair

loves to make himself feel big and make you feel small by pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you but switches up in general when it comes to cuddling sometimes he wants to be your man other times he wants to be your baby ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

if by some grace of god he wakes up in the morning when he doesn’t have a schedule he makes the both of you breakfast to eat in bed

if he ever notices you online shopping just browsing and adding the things you like to the cart he’ll buy it out for you once you’re finished with or without your knowledge

butterfly kisses

taehyung:

no matter how long he been sleep if you join him he’s gonna latch onto you he could be sleep for five hours been hugging a pillow the whole time but as soon as he feel that bed dip from you getting in his arm will be wrapped around your waist

he makes you playlists

always makes sure he looks good for you like if it’s a scheduled date there’s a 90% chance he’s showing up in a suit regardless of the activity planned even if it’s just like a random trip to the grocery store he’s at least slicking his hair back before picking you up; he never expects you to follow suit tho always tells you to wear whatever you want whatever is comfortable so there’s definitely photos somewhere in your gallery of him in slacks and a blazer with padded elbows while you’re in jeans and an oversized sweatshirt

midnight drives with no destination in mind just the open road windows down if the weather’s nice and good vibes

whenever there’s a couple days that he’s not filming anything he’ll let his facial hair grow out with the sole purpose of rubbing his stubbly cheeks across your face simply bc he knows it irritates you

massages your feet after a long day

prides himself on being a gentleman so he always has to open the car door for you when you ride together; if you open it yourself to get out he’s gonna hit you with the 😐👉🚗 and make you go back in so he can do it for you

complains that he’s tired of takeout and begs and begs until you agree to meal prep for him so he won’t starve when he’s left alone also your leftover fairy <333 whenever you cook he get a plate or two

sulks if he doesn’t have your undivided attention

definitely for special occasions but also just randomly gifts you flowers like he’ll pull up to the crib just to deliver flowers to you simply bc he felt like it; you’ll ask him what the flowers are for he’ll shrug and say just because ask if you like them and when you smile and say yeah he’ll kiss you on your cheek then turn to leave at which point you have to pull him back and convince him to either come in or take you with him bc he can’t just make you fall in love with him all over again and leave

jungkook:

he plays with your hair like if you have type 1/2 hair i can see him mindlessly twirling the ends around his finger and if you have type 3/4 hair he pulls at the strands and watches them bounce back into place

stares at you dreamily when you’re not looking (and blushes when you do catch him)

never asks for kisses just crowds your space and puckers his lips and waits for you to close the gap no matter how long it takes except for when he really wants one then he’ll squeeze your cheeks with one of his hands and bring your lips to his

plays in your hair and makeup when he’s bored like you’ve definitely come home and seen him chilling in one of your wigs sporting a cherry red lip and blue eyeshadow it’s not even surprising anymore you’re just helping him work on his color combos and blending technique at this point

he be stealing 😭 like you’ll be in the middle of making spaghetti or sumn and you look on your spice rack and the oregano rosemary and thyme nowhere to be found lo and behold he done took it for whatever he was cooking last week and never brought it back

your butt is actually just a resting pad for his hands he pats it every time he walks past you and if you’re ever laying on top of him his hands may start wrapped around your back but in due time they’re at your butt just rubbing bc he likes the feel of it it’s comforting to him

develops a “what’s yours is mine” mentality for some reason like you’ll have a water bottle and before you even can sit it down he’s taking it and gulping some down or you’ll be watching tv together and you’ll get up and get your pint of ice cream and sit back down and next thing you know he getting up and coming back with a spoon of his own as if you extended an invitation to your snack

when you get restless at night he sings you to sleep 🥺

self designated dj of the relationship like super obsessed with setting the mood you gotta fight to get a song in edgewise

will do your skin care routine for you when you feel lazy all you gotta do is remove your makeup and wash your face and he’ll take care of the rest spends a good 10 minutes gently and thoroughly rubbing in your toner and all your serums and moisturizers

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hajiberry · 2 years

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COLLEGE HOCKEY EREN

he’s literally campus royalty and he knows it

he’s cocky in a way that’s not obnoxious just extremely confident

his grades aren’t necessarily bad but he’s not on the deans list or anything

he’s got a full ride hockey scholarship

so to say he cares about hockey a little more than school would be the understatement of the century

hockey is 100% his life

not too crazy into superstitions for games but will freak out if he doesn’t have his game day hair tie that he’s had since middle school. the things definitely seen better days.

him and jean were on different teams in hs and when he got to college and found out they’d be on the same team he threw a fit about it for like a month

can get hammered the night before a morning practice and skate like he’s never taken a sip of alcohol in his life

the two of you met when you were partnered up for a project in your sociology class even though you knew who he was before hand

immediately after introductions he goes “so i’m not sure how much i’ll be able to contribute with this cause of hockey so you don’t mind doing most of the work, yeah?”

you just looked at him for a second, waiting for him to laugh or say he was just kidding

when neither of those things happened you were the one who started laughing

“are you being serious?”

he just looked at you, slightly confused as he slowly nodded

“yeah it’s like a really important time in the season right now”

“well so happens to be a really important time in the semester for me so hate to burst your bubble but you’re going to be helping with this”, you almost started laughing again at the look of horror on his face

“well i’ll only really have time after practice so hope you don’t mind being up late”

“no problem, I’m at a night owl”, you responded with an eye roll

and that was how your ‘friendship’ with eren began

you’d stop by his house monday’s and wednesdays at around 8:30 after his practice which by the way wasn’t even late, he was just trying to get out of the project

after your initial annoyance with him you started to actually look forward to working on the project with him

“can’t believe you actually tried to get out of this”, you said with a chuckle as you guys more or less worked on it one night

“it was worth a try”, he mumbled, throwing a balled up straw wrapper at you

“maybe if you were partnered with someone who actually cared if you guys won the big game it would’ve worked”

he laughed, raising an eyebrow at you “‘big game?’ huh”,

looking at him you shrugged, “or whatever you call it”,

he was still laughing as he said “I’m assuming you’ve never been to a hockey game or anything, yeah?”,

“your assumptions are correct”

“come to my game tomorrow”

this time it was your turn to raise an eyebrow, “won’t your girlfriend be mad you invited another girl to your game”

“no, cause i don’t have one”

you had just assumed this whole time big time hockey god on campus would have a girlfriend, you tried to hide your pleasure in the fact that he was single

“okay, i’ll go”

you were shocked with how much you actually enjoyed the game

your eyes practically stayed glued to eren’s figure the whole time

you knew he was good but damn not this good

eren’s team ended up winning so you stayed around to congratulate him and say hey

you felt eyes on you as he bolted up to you, sweeping you up in a hug

“aaah i’m so glad you made it, awesome game, right?”

“yeah it was really fun”

“oh I know, glad you got to see such a good win”, he said, flashing you a grin. “some of us are getting drinks after, wanna join?”

there was no way you were turning down drinks with eren and his cute hockey friends so you said “yeah for sure”

and that was how your friendship entered more than friends

you were both sitting at the bar when he asked “so yesterday when you found out i didn’t have a girlfriend did that like matter?”

looking at him you chuckled, “what do you mean? like was i happy or something?”

for the first time since you’ve known him eren actually looked nervous as he gave you a nod

you felt your face heat up as you said, “yeah a little actually”

“cool cool”

“cool?”

“yeah cool, cause now i know you won’t totally reject me when i ask you out”

a/n: was this totally self indulgent because i currently have a slight hockey obsession? yes and yes. hope someone enjoys this half as much as i do lol

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heylookitsyc · 2 years

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Parent Headcanons II

Character(s): Ayato // Childe // Itto // Dainsleif

Anime/Game: Genshin Impact

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Even more parent headcanons for some of the guys from Genshin Impact !

Warning(s): None

Note: Part I (with Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma and Xiao) can be found here !

Story is down below!

» Ayato «

This man absolutely despises small talk, but when it comes to his child doesn’t seem to mind it at all

“It has been awhile since we’ve been on a walk, hasn’t it?”

Listens to their babbles for a few moments, giving a small nod here and there

“I agree. A walk would help clear my mind…”

If you happen to still be awake late at night, you can find your lover sitting at his desk with your child fast asleep in his lap, the slightest smile on his face as he does his paperwork

“Ayato? I thought I put (child’s name) to bed.”

“You did, darling, but I wanted to spend some more time with them. I hope you don’t mind.”

Despite being away from home early morning until late at night, Ayato does his best to involve his child in his daily tasks whenever the opportunity presents itself

Though his elemental burst is only reserved for battle, there are rare moments in which Ayato will purposely activate it while holding his child just to hear them laugh

Can’t help but smile when he sees the awe in their expression as they try to reach out and touch one of the flowers/petals

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Do try to not touch any of it, though. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt now.”

Whenever he orders a milk tea from Tomoki, he also requests a plain order of milk (also packaged the same way as a regular milk tea) so that his child doesn’t feel left out

When they become a bit older, he will play a little game with his child whenever he’s doing paperwork, like if he sees them hiding behind one of the folding screens

“Hm… I wonder where (child’s name) could possibly be at this hour.”

Pretends to not hear the small giggles coming from behind the folding screen to his left

“What a shame… I suppose I’ll have to enjoy this limited edition milk tea by myself--”

Will act surprised and give a small laugh when his child suddenly tackles him into a hug, whining about how he should’ve told them about the milk tea sooner

Keeps all of the drawings and notes his child gives him, and always manages to find a place for them despite how messy his desk may be

Though he isn’t one to show his face in public, he will do his best to join you and his child (along with Ayaka and Thoma) if there is a festival or show happening that day

If he senses his child is nervous due to all the stares that they receive during their outings, he will not hesitate to hold onto their hand

Very observant when it comes to his child’s well being

“It seems as though you haven’t eaten yet. Come, let’s pay a visit to Uyuu Restaurant. There’s this new dish that I’ve been meaning to try.”

Will do his best to show his child the responsibilities of the Kamisato Clan, while also making sure that they grow up enjoying their childhood

» Childe «

The Fatui Harbinger will do everything in his power to ensure that his child grows up with nothing but good memories of their father

Like with Teucer, he doesn’t want his child to know about his involvement with the Fatui, so while they’re still young he tries to do more relaxing things with them, like fishing

Has his child seated in his lap as they fish, telling them about all his experiences and stories regarding his travels around Teyvat

Despite being one of the strongest on the battlefield, he becomes extremely weak whenever his child makes any sort of cute noise

“... A perfect backdrop for bloodshed. Isn’t that right, (child’s name)?”

They’d just babble in response, causing him to give a chuckle and a small kiss on top of their head

“I couldn’t agree more.”

If there’s trouble and he can’t help but fight, Childe will prioritize the safety of his kid over his own all while making sure that they are also having fun

Imagine this guy wearing a baby carrier when fighting? It’s funny to think about, but also kind of cute--

He places a protective hand on the back of his child’s head whenever he makes any sudden moves, and is the kind to stop his own battle talk just for his child

“Heh, this is getting interest-- hey, buddy, what did Papa say about touching his arrows?”

Has playful competitions with his child

Like whenever the two of them return home from an outing they play a game of who can hug you first

Not one for losing, and would never admit it but purposely loses sometimes just to hear his child laugh

Always tries to find something to bring home for the both of you during his travels, whether it’s a snack or plant native to the region

“(Child’s name), what do you want me to bring when I return home?”

This man can afford almost anything, yet his heart absolutely melts because their response is always the same no matter what

“I just want you to come home, Papa!”

Buys them a bunch of things anyway, and makes sure to give them the warmest and biggest hug every time he comes back

Expect the occasional dinner (or lunch) with Zhongli, only to have Childe pay for everything

Childe doesn’t mind, though, because the huge smile that his child has whenever they listen to Mr Zhongli’s stories makes it all worth it

If his child gifts him with something like a flower for his hair or a little trinket to attach to his vision/delusion, he will show it off proudly

Archons forbid that anyone makes fun or questions the random flower in Childe’s hair during battle, or else they’ll never be heard from again

» Itto «

Arataki “Numero Uno” Itto is indeed numero uno in your child’s life

The usually loud oni is uncharacteristically quiet whenever his child sleeps, the proudest smile on his face as he watches over them

Will dramatically shush any of his gang members if they’re being too loud, unknowingly being too loud himself

You thought he was prideful of himself before? Just wait until someone compliments his kid

“Pfft, of course they look good! Where else would they get their awesome looks from? Like look at this little face--”

A little bit careless at times, but his child is never in any real danger

One of his gang members would be like, “Uh, boss? You might wanna…”

Itto finally notices his kid being seconds away from shoving an onikabuto into their mouth

“MY LITTLE NIMBLE NINJA! (CHILD’S NAME) NO--!”

When he combs his hair, even if his child has just a little tuft of hair growing he’ll also take the time to comb their hair as well

“Gotta make sure you look as cool as your Dad, haha!”

Mini dance parties between Ushi and the kiddo (when they’re old enough to walk/stand), with Itto beatboxing in the background

You know how Itto does random odd jobs if he needs some mora? He’s the best hypeman to his child if they ever decide to help him out

Like if they were to carry boxes…

“Haha, look at that! You’re quite strong, little one. Just give it a few more years, and then maybe you’ll be as strong as your awesome Dad!”

And if it were to rain…

“Real men don’t carry umbrellas!”

“But what if I want to use one, Papa?”

“... I mean--”

His child would be the one to have an umbrella when its raining, but instead of holding the umbrella for them, Itto would just pick them up and give them a piggyback ride so that the both of them are covered by the umbrella

Carries his kid on his shoulders whenever the three of you take some time to stroll through Inazuma City, the both of them wearing matching shades and eating lollipops

Lets his child decorate his horns every once in awhile, no matter how many bows or ridiculous colors they use

If his child doesn’t have horns, Itto will immediately cry dramatic tears of joy if they ever decide to wear a headband with matching horns like his

Sleeps with an eye mask because he still remembers that one time his child woke up after napping right on top of him, only to see his blank stare and freaking out when their dad wouldn’t respond to any of their calls

You can expect your days with him and your child to be filled with nothing but mostly laughter and a little bit of chaos

» Dainsleif «

He’s lived for so long, the curse of immortality and dealings with the Abyss Order making him believe that being on his own was the only and best option for him

So to have something so small, so fragile placed into his arms for the first time brought about a mix of feelings that he couldn’t quite explain

“So this is our child…”

It’s a funny sight, seeing your lover dressed in his nearly all-black outfit (cape and all) with your little one bundled up in a small white blanket

A somewhat quiet parent, instead choosing to silently sit and appreciate the moments with his child rather than being vocal about it

When he does speak, though, he’s the absolute sweetest and is so, so soft

“In all my time of living, never did I think that I would be given the opportunity to love someone so much.”

Says that about you and your child ahh-- (.❛ ᴗ ❛.) ♡

Will close his eyes when pressing the softest kiss onto his child’s forehead, lingering there for a few extra seconds before pulling away

Has random staring contests with his child, the pretty primogem shape of his pupils never failing to make them coo out of happiness

Has a habit of taking their small hands into his gloved ones, pressing his thumbs gently into their palms as they wrap their tiny fingers around his thumbs

If he has a daughter, will naturally play the role of knight to his darling princess

“Papa, can you make me the apple juice drink I like? Please?”

Will go down on one knee and put a hand over his heart, a small smile on his face as he answers

“As you wish, my lady.”

Similar to Kaeya in that he would spoil his daughter, though he would be much more gentle

Like you and Dainsleif would sometimes dance in the kitchen after dinner, the two of you exchanging light laughter as your child just watches in awe

“I want to dance with Papa too!”

The kind of man to politely excuse himself from you with a kiss, before going down on one knee and holding out a hand to your daughter

His actions are enough to make your daughter giggle, causing him to give a slight smile as well

“My lady, would you be so kind as to give me the honor of having this dance?”

“Of course, Papa!”

Those nights are always filled with laughter, despite the amount of times your daughter steps on her father’s toes

Often thinks about his immortality and the effect it has on you and his child

He is aware that there will come a day in which the two of you will no longer be in this world, and he will be left alone once more

But as he sits with you and his child at the dining table, watching the two of you laugh at some funny joke your child made, he makes a promise to himself

A promise to enjoy every moment with the both of you, until the very end

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oscars 2022 - t.c

pairing: timothée chalamet x actress!reader

wc: 1.2k

warning: swearing

a/n: sunday night's oscars was crazyyyy. timothée coming topless... yeah that was everything i ever needed. this is just a little thing that has been being in my head since then, enjoy!

[not my gif!!]

"y/n/n? you ready?" timothée called out as he entered your very messy hotel room. you were getting prepped and ready for the 94th academy awards today and you couldn't be more excited.

it came as such a shock to you when you got your invite to the oscars because you were only in a handful of stuff. you had only recently come on to the scene as an actor and had met timothée in the chemistry read for 'bones & all'. however, your first feature film was with taylor russell in escape room: tournament of champions and both of you were so happy to work together again.

"yeah, come in," you said as you stuck in your diamond earrings.

"fuuuck..."

you turned around to timothée shirtless in a sparkly louis vuitton blazer and a silver necklace going down his chest. "holy shit," you swore back.

timothée had to stand back with a hand covering his mouth as he drank you in. unbeknownst to you, your stylist had chosen a dress that complemented timothée's ensemble. they stuck you in a floor-length black sparkly dress. it had a pretty high thigh slit and a diagonal chest cutout that wrapped around your neck.

you have never felt more pretty than in that moment, seeing the effect that you had on timothée. poor guy couldn't even compose a proper sentence together.

"i don't ev-i mean you're so...wow," he stuttered. this time he approached you and took ahold of your hands. you laughed and spun for him.

"i can't believe you're going topless. that's kinda sexy," you lightly stroked his chest with a finger. you were gonna drag it further before you were interrupted by your agent. it was go time.

"to be continued?" he smirked.

"absolutely."

the carpet went smoothly. this wasn't the first time you and timothée walked a red carpet together but it was your first oscars carpet.

the photographers were eating you two up but there were many times when some of them yelled at you to step aside to get solo pics of timothée which only made him pull you closer to his body. it wasn't until you were further down the carpet that yall separated for all of 20 seconds until his arm found your waist.

entering the building was such as surreal moment. you had always dreamed of getting glammed up and going to this event and here you were now with your favourite person by your side standing in a roomful of legends.

"y/n, you look stunning!" a voice came from behind you.

your mouth dropped as halle bailey approached. "you know who i am?!"

"girl of course, i do! you look amazing," she opened her arms and you gladly went in for that hug.

"that is all you, babe. i mean this colour on you... incredible." you said about her aqua dress.

"i don't know if you've met but halle, timothée," you introduced the two watching as they exchanged pleasantries.

"i have to be seated but we should definitely grab lunch one of these days,"

"omg i'd love that!" you replied. "i got you on ig, i'll dm you."

she hugged you again before flitting off to her seat.

"halle bailey wants to hang out with me, no big deal," you dusted your shoulders.

"oh this is gonna be a long night," he humorously rolled his eyes as he walked you to your table.

this year's hosts were regina hall, wanda sykes and amy shumer and they were doing pretty well but what took you by surprise was regina's bit in the middle of the show. she started off by saying there were missing covid tests from certain people and those people had to redo their tests backstage. she called up bradley cooper, simu liu, tyler perry and the one and only timothée chalamet. with this lineup of men, it was clear to everyone what the nature of this joke would be.

"y/n sweetie, you don't mind if i steal him do you?" regina asked. you laughed and shook your head giving timothée the okay to let go of your hand and go up. "i promise i'll return him... maybe not." she muttered that last part earning another laugh from the crowd.

regina hall continued with her bit once all men, including your man, were on stage. "i don't want any of you to worry, it's gonna be a typical quick covid test. you'll come backstage, take your masks off if you have one, and your clothes and then i'm gonna swab–no it's simple, i'm gonna swab the back of your mouth with my tongue and we're just gonna do some other freaky stuff which i will record for academy protocol really this isn't up to me. you know the truth is we're still in a pandemic..."

you couldn't help but giggle as timothée walked back with the most confused and astonished face. "i have no idea what just happened..." timothée whispered, taking his seat as jason mamoa and josh brolin took the stage.

"oh it's very clear what happened and to be quite honest i am kinda jealous THE regina hall wanted you and not me," you exclaimed.

timothée chuckled at that confession. "well, when i'm doing my covid test back there, i'll tell her all about you."

"that would be greatly appreciated,"

the rest of the night was eventful, to say the least with the whole will smith/chris rock smackdown but the best part of the ceremony for you was when jesscia chastain, your favourite actor and the person you look up to the most in the industry, finally won her academy award. you'd think you were in the movie yourself, the way you cheered and clapped for jessica as she got on stage.

since dune went away with 6 oscars you and timothée were in the mood to celebrate, so it was a quick outfit change and then you were off to the iconic vanity fair after-party.

after being in a dress for 5 plus hours you chose to spend the rest of of the night in a pantsuit attire while timothée chose an all-black leather and denim combo two-piece.

the second you stepped foot in the room, zendaya had grabbed both your hands and dragged you to where she was with hunter schafer and her boyfriend dominic fike.

as timothée and dominic were getting acquainted, hunter had wrapped you in a hug. "y/n, it's so nice to finally meet you! z has gushed about you for so long."

"gushed you say?" as you turn to the woman in question.

"it's deserved, y/n/n. you are a rising star and i can't wait to see you kill in 'bones & all'."

you felt cheeks grow arm at zendaya's praise. "coming from you, it means the world."

after that moment, you, hunter and zendaya slipped into a discussion about the night's events but also audition horror stories. hunter's story was just starting to get interesting but someone decided to interrupt.

"mind if i steal my girl?" timothée asked kindly, appearing next to you in the minicircle you formed with the girls.

xo by beyonce started playing as you two approached the dancefloor. "god, i love this song."

"and i love you," his piercing eyes searched yours as you slowed danced to the chorus.

"oh timmy... i love you too,"

"no seriously, thank you for being here with me tonight. the oscars is always this elite a-list event and having you here... like i wouldn't want to share it with anyone else. you ground me."

there was so much you wanted to say back but couldn't find the words to so you showed him instead. grabbing his neck, you pulled him down to your lips and kissed him softly.

"this night was perfect. you are perfect," you said barely above a whisper.

#timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #famous!reader #actress!reader #timothee chalamet imagine #zendaya x reader #timothee chalamet fluff #timothee chalamet one shot #academy awards #timothee x you

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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 2 years

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The Devil Doesn’t Bargain

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 8k

Summary: You and Eddie are best friends, he is always there for you if you need him. One day you knock at his door after you went back to your abusive Ex the night before.

Warnings: Angst, domestic abuse, physical violence (only light descriptions), toxic relationship, don’t worry Eddie is the good guy.

Available on: AO3

A/N: I heard the song, I had to write angst. Inspired by “The devil doesn’t bargain” by Alec Benjamin. Might wanna listen to it while reading this fic, it’s at least how I wrote it haha. This fic is about an abusive, toxic relationship and trying to get out of if. Take care of yourself while reading it, please! Otherwise enjoy!

♣ Eddie Munson Masterlist ♣

It shouldn’t have been like this.

It should have been okay this time.

That’s what you had told yourself.

In reality, your whole body felt like it was on fire and not a single thing had changed.

It was like you learned nothing, falling right back into the trap.

All you could do now was getting ready for meeting with your best friend while trying to ignore the stinging pain that came from almost everywhere.

You never learned, didn’t you?

You dressed in your long-armed hoodie despite the weather being quite nice. No one needed to see the bruises.

They were between you and your Ex and he probably hadn’t even noticed. Again.

He never did.

He was your Ex for a reason and yet, you always went back to him. It wasn’t smart, he wasn’t good for you and yet… it had felt so different last night when he had picked you up.

And then everything had turned to shit. Again.

Yelling, a strong grip all over your body and then suddenly, sweet whispers in your ear, apology after apology, the plea not to leave him. Again.

You didn't. Only this morning before the sun had even kissed the horizon and he had been in deep slumber.

Just thinking about it caused tears to gather in your eyes but you couldn’t cry now. You would only be late otherwise.

With a forced smile you arrive at the trailer park, knocking at your friend’s door.

Eddie opened the door with a wide grin. “Good morning, sunshine!” he exclaimed happily and you smiled back at him.

He wanted to give you a hug but you dodged it while entering the trailer. The risk of him accidentally touching one of the bruises would be too high.

“No hug?” he asked and pouted at you, causing you to laugh a little.

“Not in the mood,” you told him and tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. He couldn’t know but you could see in his eyes that he was already trying to figure out what was going on. He was too perceptive and you knew this. You knew you should tell him right away but your shame held you back.

He would never judge you but you judged yourself twice as much.

“I was just about to make some pancakes, would you like some?” He pointed at the tiny kitchen behind him while you sat down on the couch and nodded.

He then started to hum some song while he quickly prepared some pancakes and you just listened to him in silence. It felt good to be with him. It made you feel safe and you almost forgot the horrors of last night.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt those phantom hands on you and you closed your eyes, shaking your head. It hadn’t been that bad, right? He had only lost control. Again.

He would calm down until Monday, until you saw him at school again. Would he act like you were a couple again? You weren’t. There was a reason why you had broken up with him and yet…you had gone back, despite your better judgment.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up?” Eddie’s voice got you out of your head and you looked up at him as he placed two plates with pancakes down on the small table.

“Nothing, all good.” You almost winced at yourself when you said that. It sounded so fake.

“You’ve never been a good liar, Y/N. You would also never pass up on an opportunity to steal the first pancake right out of the pan and almost burn your hands,” he told you with a sigh as he sat down next to you.

“I just had a bad night. Not enough sleep.” You could see that he wasn’t buying any of that but he let go of it, for now. He knew when you didn’t want to talk and you appreciated that.

You ate your pancakes in silence while watching TV. You wanted to tell him. Badly. But whenever you opened your mouth to mention it, it felt like your throat was held tight by two strong hands.

It hadn’t been that bad, right?

When Eddie was done, he leaned back on the couch and stretched himself. “So, anything in mind for today? I was thinking of taking a swim at Lover's Lake, the weather’s quite nice today.”

“I don’t really feel like swimming,” you said quickly and gathered up your plates, bringing them into the kitchen to wash them in the sink. You knew if you wouldn’t do that, they would sit for at least two days. Eddie wasn’t the one to clean up frequently.

Just the thought of stripping down into just your swim clothes, exposing all the bruises, made you sick in your stomach.

“Y/N.” His voice sounded so sad and disappointed as you heard how his footsteps were coming closer. You let go of the dishes, but he already grabbed your wrist, making you wince in pain.

As if you had burned him, he quickly let go, looking down at his hand and then back into your eyes.

“Sweetheart…” The word fell from his lips like a lost prayer and you swallowed hard, turning away from him, hugging your arms to your chest. He knew. He knew exactly what was going on because he had seen it so many times.

He once more reached out to you, taking your hand carefully in his. This time and you couldn’t do anything other than let him. This way you wouldn’t need to tell him, he would see for himself.

Eddie slowly moved up the sleeve of your hoodie and you heard him swallow. When your eyes found his face again, his jaw was set hard as he looked at the bruises on your arm.

“Again?” There was no judgment in his voice, just sadness. “Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” You wish you knew.

He slowly ran a finger over your bruises, a featherlight touch that didn’t hurt at all and yet, the memories of last night made you wince.

When his eyes found yours, you could almost feel his pain. He was in pain for you, with you, because of you.

“It’s nothing, really,” you said in a low voice and removed your arm from his light grasp, missing the soft touch that had felt so comforting.

“He’s never gonna change.” He started to say those words you didn’t want to hear. “He’ll do you harm over and over again.”

“Please, stop talking.” You almost begged him because his voice sounded so broken. Every other person would have judged you for going back again and again. Not him. He looked like he felt your pain just like his own.

Two sides of the same coin.

Yet, you didn’t want to hear this. You knew it had been stupid but you were like an addict falling back into old habits.

“If that’s what you want,” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair before opening a kitchen drawer and pulling out a small box of pills, putting them into your hand. “Just in case.”

Painkillers. He had placed them in there the last time because you had been barely able to walk. He knew the procedure by now.

For some reason, you always ended up here after you had met with your Ex. Eddie had always been there for you, no matter what.

His jaw was still clenched just like one of his fists. He hated to see you like this and yet, you kept doing it to him because he was the only person that could make you feel safe.

“He isn’t worth it, darling,” he breathed out and you almost didn’t catch it as he turned around, going into his bedroom. You looked around the corner and saw how he grabbed his guitar.

A small smile was already forming on your lips and you followed him, sitting down on his bed cross legged like a little kid that was excited for Christmas.

He always did this. He took care of your wounds in some way and then he would sing to you.

At first, he didn’t play any specific song, just playing a few notes and humming to it before he started to play and sing some of your favorites.

It didn’t take long for the exhaustion of last night to kick in. You had barely slept because of the bruises and your Ex next to you but here, in this messy, run-down trailer, you felt safer than anywhere and soon enough, you had drifted off to sleep.

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You had spent all Sunday with Eddie in his trailer, ignoring the elephant in the room but he wasn’t the one to pry and you were thankful for it.

He had picked you up at home this morning, insisting to drive you to school. You had a feeling he didn’t want to let you go alone in case you encountered your Ex. Which you would totally do.

Both of you jammed a little to Judas Priest on the way to school, with the windows down to the point where his hair had turned into quite the mess from headbanging and the wind. He looked ridiculous and it made you laugh quite a bit.

It felt good to be with him.

He parked his van in the parking lot and you grabbed your backpack before getting out of it when the anxiety kicked in. You had trouble with taking deep breaths until he felt Eddie’s hand at your lower back.

“We can still turn and run, you know,” he whispered next to your ear, eyes on all the people in front of you, walking into the building.

“No, it’s fine.” He then turned his head to look at you and shook his head.

“We both know it’s not but it’s your choice.” He was right as usual. You hated that, so you just started walking and he removed his hand, falling into step beside you.

You barely made it across the parking lot when you heard the voice you didn’t want to hear.

“There’s my girl!” He yelled loudly from the other side of the parking lot, standing there with his jock friends. Andy grinned brightly at you as if he wasn’t the reason for your bruises and tears.

His grin faltered a little when he looked beside you at Eddie and you felt your stomach drop. Andy hated Eddie with a burning passion and vice versa. For obvious reasons. As soon as he noticed the other boy, he started to walk toward you.

“I’m going to kill him,” you heard Eddie growl beside you and when you looked at him, his jaw was set tight, and his eyes were full of anger.

He made a step forward, but you quickly stood in front of him, placing a hand to his chest to stop him, shaking your head.

You stared into his angry dark eyes for a long moment before turning around yourself. Without thinking, you walked forward, just wanting to diffuse the situation before they could meet.

Eddie reached out for you, grabbing your arm carefully at the only place where he knew that there were no bruises. You had shown almost all of them to him last night. He had looked as broken as you had felt.

“Please, don’t.” He was begging you to stay with him, right here, to not go over there.

“I’m sorry,” you said, tears gathering in your eyes and once again, it was like the two of you were sharing each other’s pain. He looked so desperate to make you stay and you just wanted him to be safe from the athlete’s wrath.

You threw him one more apologetic look before wriggling out of his grasp and meeting Andy halfway.

The trained fake smile automatically came up on your lips and only vanished for a moment when he put an arm around you, touching so many bruises at the same time but he didn’t seem to care. Or to remember. You weren’t really sure. Pain was exploding all over your body but you kept your composure.

You couldn’t even look at Eddie as you walked past him with the others, shame washing over you.

You didn’t want to see the pain in his eyes.

For once you were thankful for your schedule today because you didn’t have classes with Andy at all.

It was only during lunch that he had insisted that you sit next to him and the others now. He really acted like you got back together and you really wanted to tell him off but you couldn’t.

You were scared and that knowledge hurt even more than the bruises on your skin.

The only thing that was worse than sitting with the athlete’s again was Eddie’s gaze on you. He was looking at you so hard it felt like he was drilling holes into your head. You even felt his gaze when you weren’t looking at him.

Normally you’d sit with him and his friends. Not today. You knew he was worried about you, would always be, no matter how many times you would tell him that you were okay.

He would never believe it because he shared your pain.

When your eyes met for a moment across the dining hall you saw how he tensed. Just a subtle shift in his posture and it looked like he wasn’t listening to his friends at all. All his focus was on you, and he really looked like a lion ready to pounce on Andy.

He would within a heartbeat if you’d let him.

Yet, you told yourself that you would be able to handle this on your own.

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Days had passed and you had been able to convince yourself that it had really just been an accident.

Andy had been so sweet to you the last few days and within a second, he had ruined all of it again.

Another accident, right?

Tears were flowing down your eyes as you sat in the bathroom, cowering on the cold bathroom floor while he knocked at the door.

“Y/N, please, let me in. I didn’t mean to hurt you!” he begged outside the door but you couldn't even move. You tasted the blood on your split lip and your whole body was shaking.

“Babe, please,” he begged again and all you wanted was to leave.

“Leave me alone!” you yelled back at him, your broken words coming out between loud sobs.

It had happened so quickly. One moment you were cuddling, kissing, and talking and suddenly you had said one wrong word and he exploded with anger, pushing you and slapping you right into the face. You hadn’t even realized what you had done wrong.

The only escape you had thought of was the bathroom, you had barely made it in before he had the chance to catch up to you.

“Come on, open the door!” He said and knocked at the door, rattling the doorknob and then he forcefully kicked against the old wood, making you wince. “Fine, have it your way. You’ll have to come out eventually, you know.”

That was the problem. You couldn’t stay in here forever and as soon as you would open the door, he would just…you had no idea. Maybe he would apologize like he always did, telling you that it had been a mistake, an accident or maybe he would be angrier this time because you had locked yourself into his bathroom.

You felt so sick. Your legs were hugged to your chest and you rested your head on your knees, closing your eyes.

All you could see was Eddie’s smile. It was comforting to think of him. You had been best friends for so long that it felt like he was the only person you could truly trust. You could let go with him. Be yourself.

Another sob left your mouth just thinking about this.

You didn’t realize that Andy had stepped away from the door until you heard commotion down the hallway. There was incomprehensible shouting, loud banging and suddenly, pure silence.

It made you shiver.

“Y/N?” You couldn’t believe your ears. “Sweetheart, it’s me. Open the door, please.”

With shaky legs you stood up and opened the door, only for Eddie to almost burst into the bathroom as soon as he heard the lock open.

You stumbled back a little, looking into his wide worried eyes and noticed the bruise starting to build on his cheekbone. His skin was split apart and he was bleeding a little.

“What are you doing here?” you breathed as he came closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest.

“You were supposed to meet me two hours ago, darling. I got worried and it seemed like I was right.” He placed his chin on your forehead and you wrapped your arms around him, still shaking.

You couldn’t believe he was real.

“What about-?” You started to ask but he shook his head.

“Knocked him out good. Better hurry though before he wakes up.” He then took a step back, wincing a little when he saw your bloody lip. “Can you walk?”

“I think so,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster up. The confidence died at the second step, legs and body still shaking.

Without another word Eddie reached under your knees and lifted you up into a bridal position, carrying you across the hallway. You didn’t see Andy anywhere. You didn’t want to look at him anyway.

He put you in his van before driving off quickly. You didn’t even want to think about the fact that he just knocked Andy unconscious in his own house and that there would be consequences.

You wanted to say so many things but you couldn’t. All you could do was focus on your breathing so your body stopped shaking.

Suddenly you felt vomit rising your throat, your neck growing hot. “Stop the van!” you said quickly, and Eddie immediately hit the brakes. Thankfully you were in the middle of nowhere as you opened the door, stumbling out onto your knees before vomiting right on the grass at the side of the road.

“Shit,” he muttered and got out too, coming over to you with fast steps. He moved your hair out of your face while you were emptying your stomach.

When you were done you sat back on your knees, and he was crouching beside you.

“You look like shit,” he said with a small, comforting smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Thanks,” you groaned, head spinning a little. The woods around you were awfully quiet.

“This has to stop, Y/N.” Again those words you didn’t want to hear because he was right. “He will never be Prince Charming.”

“I know,” you admitted so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it yourself. Your eyes went down to where your hands were resting on your legs, you couldn’t look at him.

“Then why? Why do you keep running back to him?” His voice sounded so broken once again and the emotions radiating from him were overwhelming you.

You got up and took a deep breath, walking away from the smell of your own vomit, coming to a halt in front of his van, your back to him.

You heard him follow but keeping his distance. “I guess we all just accept the love we think we deserve.”

“Are you kidding me?” There was anger in his voice now and he grabbed your shoulders, turning you around.

His dark brown eyes were like a storm trying to catch you, he was staring right into your soul for a long moment before he let go of you, swallowing.

He took a step back and ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “This is not what you deserve. At all.” His eyes were fixed on your split lip that thankfully had stopped bleeding by now.

You felt tears gathering in your eyes again and shit, you hated this. Your mouth opened to answer him but he was quicker.

“You deserve more than this. More than this town. You deserve the god damn world and I fucking hate to see you being treated like that. I’m sick of it.” His sudden outburst took you by surprise, normally he was the one being composed and rational.

“I should have killed him back there. I wanted to. God, I wanted to,” he almost laughed at his own words. His jaw was clenched just like his fists were and the anger you felt from him was unreal.

“But I didn’t because that’s not what you would want. So please, I’m begging you, don’t go back to him again. Enough is enough.” His voice was calming down again, pleading and it almost looked like his eyes were as glassy as yours felt.

You swallowed hard at his words but shook your head. “I just. I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?” He took a step forward, almost in your personal space again, looking at you with such intense eyes that a shiver ran down your spine.

“I don’t know if I can. You know I’ve tried. So many times, and I somehow always end up with him.” You couldn’t look into his eyes any longer, so you looked down on the ground between your feet. Your heart was beating so fast that it started to ring in your eyes.

“Then let’s leave.” A bitter laugh escaped you before you could stop it. “Let’s leave this god forsaken down so you can escape his grasp.”

His words took you by surprise and you looked back up at him, heart beating even faster. “You know we can’t just…leave. Why would you even say that?”

“Because I’m in love with you, for fucks sake!” He blurted out and you couldn’t believe your ears.

He also looked at you like he was surprised by himself and took a step back, turning around. “Shit”, he muttered to himself, running a hand over his face.

“You what?” You had heard him quite clearly but you wanted to make sure.

He laughed at that and turned back to look at you. “I’m in love with you and that’s why it’s fucking killing me to see you like this.” He waved his arms around towards your body. “You don’t deserve any of it, sweetheart.”

The sound of your heartbeat was deafening now. It felt like reality was trying to split apart from you.

“For how long?” You barely got any words out, the invisible chokehold on your throat too strong. The whole situation was too much.

“From the first moment I met you all those years ago.

His words made you swallow hard, and you saw in his eyes that he spoke the truth. How didn’t you notice?

“And let me be honest with you: I can’t do this anymore exactly because I love you more than anything. It’s breaking me apart on the inside to see new wounds on you. It’s killing me to know you’re with him not because I’m jealous but because I know he will hurt you again and again. It fucks me up to know you always go back to him and I sound so damn selfish right now.” He let out another frustrated laugh at his words. “But darling, the devil doesn’t bargain.” His words were broken and he sounded like he was about to cry.

It made your heart sink.

You didn’t even know what to say to that. You had never even considered that Eddie was in love with you because you had been so caught up with Andy. He had always been your best friend, nothing more.

“I…I don’t know what to say,” you admitted, biting on the inside of your cheek.

He just shook his head. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry for unloading all of this on you. You were never supposed to know.”

“Why not? Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked him and tears started to roll down your cheeks now. There was no way of stopping them, it was all too much. The pain, the bile in the back of your throat, his words, the look in his eyes.

“Because I’m not what you deserve either. You deserve the sun, the moon and the stars and I can’t give you that. It wouldn’t have changed a thing.” The last words were barely more than a whisper above the silence of the woods.

You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

“I’m fine with being your best friend. I’m not fine with Andy treating you like a punching bag.” He came back to you with slow steps and took your face in his hands, making you look at him. “And I can’t see you cry anymore.”

You felt his pain and he felt yours.

His thumbs slowly moved over your cheeks, wiping away the tears before he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

A sob escaped you at his tender gesture, something Andy never did.

“You’re too strong to cry over such things,” he whispered against your forehead before he let go of you, taking a respectful step back. You didn’t want him to.

You felt safe when he held you in his arms. His words made your heart flutter.

A long moment passed before he said something. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

So, he did. Judas Priest was playing on his radio, but you could barely hear them. All you heard was his voice in your head. How he said he was in love with you. How he admitted that he couldn’t do this anymore.

It felt like you were losing your best friend and yet, it felt different now that you knew how he felt.

You looked over to him, studying his side profile while his eyes were focused on the road in front of him.

Eddie Munson was in love with you and you had never realized.

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You didn’t go to school the next day, told your parents you felt sick and they hadn’t questioned it too much before going to work.

You didn’t want to see Andy today, not after yesterday. Just thinking about it made you wince, how he hurt you, how he yelled at you. And yet, there was this voice in your head.

It hadn’t been that bad, right?

You wondered if Eddie went to school today. He had to or he wouldn’t pass his classes but then again, Andy would for sure remember what had happened yesterday.

Anxiety was creeping up your neck. What if he would hurt Eddie? He wouldn’t do that at school…right?

The thought was following you all day long, even after you fell back asleep. It was haunting your dreams. Andy wouldn’t let this slide. He would try to get revenge on Eddie somehow. He would ask his teammates to join him. Jason would happily agree and wherever Jason was, Chance would also go. Patrick kind of always joined in too. That would make four against one.

You felt sick in your stomach.

A loud knock at your window took you by surprise and when you sat up, you saw Eddie sitting on the roof in front of your window, waving at you.

You quickly got up and opened the window for him so he could climb inside. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

“What the fuck are you doing on my roof?” You looked at him perplexed but he just laughed at you.

“You didn’t open the door. Had to find another way.” He grinned and you noticed the bruise on his cheekbone. It had gotten worse since yesterday, the color now strong and present. He seemed to notice your stare and waved a little.

“Don’t mention it. He got it worse.” Eddie almost sounded a little proud and for someone who claimed he was no hero, he did quite the heroic thing.

“Did he?” you asked him and somewhere inside of you, that thought made you happy.

Eddie pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Totally. Might be the reason why I wasn’t in school today but at the police department.”

“What?!” Shock washed over you like a wave crashing against rocks.

He rubbed his neck with a sly smirk around his lips. “Called me up there this morning because of an ‘Act of violence against a fellow member of the community’. It was ridiculous really.”

Anxiety was rising in your throat. “How much did you tell them?”

“Nothing that you wouldn’t have wanted, don’t worry. Told them it was a fight about a girl and that we both overreacted. Not sure how much they believed me because…well, I am me. And Andy belongs to Jason’s group so…we’ll see.” He smiled at you as he sat down on your chair next to your desk while you sat down back on your back, feeling a little relieved.

You were so thankful for him, but the elephant was still in the room, at least for you.

He was in love with you.

He didn’t act that way though. Not now at least. He just acted like he always did, like he was just your best friend. Only now you knew that he had feelings for you. Feelings so strong he was breaking apart when you would shed even one tear.

“You’re in love with me,” you breathed out as if you only realized this now.

He stopped going through your papers for school as if you caught him red handed and then looked at you.

“Yeah, I think I’ve mentioned that before,” he said with a laugh and then scooted closer to you. “But it doesn’t matter. Things don’t have to change between us. Just forget what I said yesterday, okay?”

He put his hands over yours. How could you forget about those words that went straight into your bones? He made it pretty clear that he would kill for you just to make sure you would be okay. You weren’t sure if he would actually do that, he wasn’t the kind of guy to do that but love made someone do crazy things.

“I just want you to be okay. I don’t need you to love me back for that.” He rubbed his thumb over your hands that were shaking slightly. You didn’t know what your emotions were doing, and your mind was running wild.

He then removed his hands, and you instantly missed his warmth. The warmth that always made you feel safe.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and you were about to get up but he was faster. “Oh, now you hear it but not when I ring? I’m wounded.” He held his hand dramatically to his chest and you laughed at his antics

“You’re an idiot,” you said with a soft laugh which made him grin even more.

“An idiot that can make you laugh.” He blocked the door from you a little. “It’s for me anyway. I ordered some pizza. Figured you might be hungry.”

“Ah, my savior,” you told him with a grin and he winked at you.

Only a moment later he was back with fresh pizza, your favorite kind of course, and both of you sat down on your bed to eat it, chatting mindlessly about D&D and how he was so close to actually not failing his classes.

It felt good to be with him like this. Carefree. Not worried about a thing and yet you couldn’t get it out of your mind.

Eddie Munson was in love with you and it affected you more than you could even comprehend.

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You absolutely dreaded going back to school because you’d see Andy and you had no idea how to deal with him after everything that had happened.

After all, it hadn’t been that bad, right?

But then Eddie’s words came back to you, making you realize how bad it had actually been, over and over again. You didn’t just hurt yourself while running back to the guy who repeatedly left you bruised and battered, you also hurt your best friend while doing so.

You could handle your own pain but you didn’t want to see Eddie’s. You had never known how much it actually affected him.

But getting away from the first person who ever showed you love, even for just a short while, seemed so hard to do. Andy had been there when you had been a social outcast, he took you into the popular crowd. He had made you feel special and loved until everything had fallen apart.

You never realized how much you had left Eddie behind while all of this and all he did was look at you from afar during school, patiently waiting for you. You had hung out too during that time, just not as much as you had been used to. He must have been lonely.

Your heavy heart sank when you realized.

Both your social lives had split apart, he had become the freak and you kind of popular but only as long as Andy wanted you.

Your steps grew heavy as you walked onto school grounds, and you tried to steady your breathing. The anxiety was hovering over you like a dark cloud and you licked your lip at the spot where the split still was. Not as visible anymore but still there.

It didn’t take you long to see him, standing there with his friends, wearing his jersey and his basketball cap. Bile was rising up in your throat.

Jason seemed to notice you and nodded in your direction, which made Andy turn around. You immediately saw the black eye and the wound at his temple. That must have been Eddie’s doing.

When he started to walk over to you, all you wanted to do was run but you were frozen in place. Your legs didn’t move one bit. Andy didn’t seem too happy to see you today and you swallowed hard, anxiety wrapping around you.

Then a hand was at your lower back, carefully pressing against you in a reassuring manner.

When you turned your head, you saw Eddie standing there, not looking at you, his gaze fixed on the other guy. His jaw was clenched and his eyes a storm on their own.

Your stare followed his over to Andy, whose whole posture had changed now that Eddie was next to you. His chest was more puffed and he walked straighter, his expression a mix of anger and amusement.

“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice was so reassuring and pushed away the anxiety. Not completely but enough for you to take a deep breath as Andy stopped in front of you.

“Can we talk?” he gritted out between his teeth and he seemed to have a hard time keeping it together.

Just hearing him talk caused a mess of emotions inside of you. You remembered how that voice had told you sweet things at night but also yelled at you the next second.

You wanted to reach out and pull back at the same time. It was horrible.

The hand at your back started to move slowly up and down and you looked towards Eddie who was still not looking at you.

“No,” you muttered out in such a low voice that you barely heard yourself.

“Excuse me?” Andy said and you weren’t quite sure if he didn’t understand or didn’t want to understand.

“She said no,” Eddie said with a stern voice and you knew that this was hard for him too. He never liked conflict. He ran away when it got too hard and yet, he was here, for you.

“Shut the fuck up, Munson. I don’t even know what you’re doing with my girlfriend.” The hand at your back stopped moving and gripped your clothes a little. You felt the anger rising inside of him.

“Protecting her from you.” His words were merely more than a warning growl and Andy took a step closer, almost inside your personal space.

“The only protection she needs is from a freak like you.” Andy pushed against the man’s chest, making him stumble back. His hand left your back and you turned a little, still trying to find your voice.

Eddie’s hand clenched into a fist but Andy just laughed. “Careful, Munson, or the cops will be right on you again.” Then he took a swing at Eddie, punching him right into the nose, making him stumble back again.

People started to look. Eddie groaned in pain and you saw blood coming from his nose.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Eddie then said, ready to take a swing at Andy when you got between them.

“Stop!” You said loudly, your vocal cords finally deciding to work and you were shocked at yourself. You held your hands up, trying to keep them separated. If you didn’t stop them now, they would both get in trouble and the last thing you wanted was for Eddie to get in even more trouble because of you.

At the end of the day, they would believe Andy more than they would believe you and Eddie combined.

He was so reckless and his love for you made him do stupid things like getting into a fight. Normally he would never do this and yet here he was, bleeding because of you, again.

“I don’t need your protection,” you told Eddie and his eyes dropped to the ground as if he was in shame.

You heard Andy snicker behind you but then you turned to him, staring into the eyes you once loved.

A long time ago.

“And you, stay away from me. From him. I can’t do this anymore.” The words were so hard to speak and you were so afraid of his reaction but all he did was laugh.

“Are you going all cuddly with him now? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at you, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Andy didn’t take this seriously at all.

“No. I just…I can’t do this anymore.” You licked over the split on your lip again. “You keep hurting me.”

Andy’s jaw clenched and he shook his head. “I don’t mean to, you know that. I love you!”

“That’s not love! It hasn’t been for a long time.” Now that you spoke those words, realization really hit you. It had been this bad for quite some time now, but you had been too blind to realize. Trying to find the positive things but they didn’t exist.

The athlete took a step closer, invading your personal space and staring at you like he always did. “You’re breaking up with me? Again?”

“We never got back together,” you said and put your hands on his chest, trying to keep him away from you.

A laugh left his mouth and he shook his head. “Fine. You keep telling yourself that.” He leaned in so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. “I know you’ll come running back to me. Find your way into my bed again and I’ll show you how much I still love you.”

There was something crazy twinkling in his eyes that you had never noticed before. It made you shiver, his words made you sick.

Before you could answer him, he turned around and left you standing in the middle of the parking lot you were still in. Thankfully not a lot of people had paid attention because it had only been one punch and then just talking. Most other students were inside the building now, the parking lot rather empty.

Andy was gone and so was the adrenaline in your veins. You almost sank to the ground but two arms caught you, holding you upright.

When you lifted your head, you looked into those two brown eyes that gave you so much comfort. A smile was on his lips, the skin under his nose smeared with blood.

“That was pretty metal of you,” he said and you laughed as he helped you stand properly. “I also didn’t mean to intervene like that, I wanted to give you a choice but I just couldn’t stand around doing nothing. The way he looked at you-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” You quickly said, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “I liked that you wanted to protect me but this was something I had to do on my own.”

“I absolutely understand that.” He nodded at you and you saw how the blood was still coming out of his nose.

“Let’s get you to the nurse,” you suggested and grabbed his hand but he just shook his head.

“I’m not going to the nurse because I got my nose punched, sweetheart. I’m a grown man, not a baby.” He huffed and the way you tried to pull on his hand to get him to move was in vain. Instead, he just held his nose closed with his free hand and put his head back slightly.

You laughed softly at his behavior. Just him being here with you made your anxiety go away and your confidence rise. You wouldn’t have told Andy off like that without Eddie being here.

If Andy was the sickness, Eddie was the cure.

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A few weeks had passed and Andy hadn’t even looked at you anymore. You were once more a member of the outcasts and the freaks, but this was so much better.

You hadn’t felt this alive in a long time, knowing that this time, you wouldn’t go back to Andy anymore, no matter what. This time was different, for sure.

This time you knocked on the trailer door without any bruises, with your mind being free of violent thoughts. They were still haunting your dreams and it would take a while for you to be healed but it was progress.

He opened the door with a wide grin, already knowing it was you before even seeing you. Probably because he never got any other visitors but it still made you happy.

“What’s that?” he asked, still standing in the door, and nodding to the box inside your hands.

“I got you some donuts,” you answered and smiled back at him.

“Any special occasion? Did I forget something important? Your birthday? My birthday? Oh god, is it our friendship anniversary?!” He dramatically put his hand on his chest and let out a fake gasp that made you laugh.

“No, idiot. Just because I wanted to.” You shook your head with a grin on your lips. He was so ridiculous sometimes and it made you feel so warm and safe.

“Oh, in this case, come all in then.” He stepped away from the doorframe and you passed by, hearing how he closed the door behind you.

The trailer was a mess as usual. Sometimes you wondered if he ever cleaned it at all.

You walked straight into his room, him following right behind you. His bed wasn’t the most comfortable but it would do. As soon as you placed the box of donuts down, he already opened it, grabbing his favorite.

“Delicious,” he hummed with his mouth still full and you laughed, also taking a donut for yourself.

While you ate, he told you about his latest D&D adventure and how the new kids were warming up to the others slowly, starting to get more out of their shells. It was heartwarming to hear.

It once more made you realize what a good person he was.

“You love me, right?” It suddenly came out of your mouth, there had been no chance to stop it. You didn’t even want to ask that and you had no idea where that question had come from.

He looked at you just as surprised as you felt but then a warm smile spread across his lips. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop doing that.”

You swallowed hard at his answer and you had no idea what to say to that. Hell, you hadn’t even wanted to ask in the first place. This was awkward.

Eddie patiently waited for you to keep talking but your mind was blank. He turned his body a little more into your direction. “I’m not sure where you wanted to go with this but it’s okay if you don’t love me back. We can just stay best friends. As I said before, nothing has to change.”

But everything had changed and you realized that now. “What if I could though?” He lifted an eyebrow at that. “What if I could love you back?”

“Please, don’t,” he said and laughed but it was a bitter one. His answer surprised you a little, normally people were happy if their love was returned.

“Why not?” you asked, quite confused at his whole reaction.

“I’ve told you once before, sweetheart,” he said and reached out, brushing his thumb against the corner of your lip to remove a bit of sugar before licking it off his finger, “I’m not good enough for you. You deserve better. One day you’ll find a guy who can give you everything you deserve. I’ve accepted a long time ago that it’s not me.”

“Bullshit, Munson,” you huffed out and this time, he was the one being surprised by your choice of words. “I’m the one who gets to decide what I deserve or not.”

“Uh huh because that worked out so great the last time.” There was anger swinging in his voice and you clenched your teeth.

“Low blow,” you mumbled and he nodded.

“Yeah, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, now at a loss of words too.

After a few moments passed, you took a deep breath.

“You’re the only person where I feel safe. Wanted. Loved. I can be myself with you and I’m not even sure if it’s only been friendship between us for a while now. I just never realized, feelings are hard,” you started, voice wavering a little because you were pulling all of this out of your ass, making it up as you went along.

He stayed quiet, waiting for you to finish your train of thought.

“So please, don’t hit me with the not worthy bullshit.” You had always known he was insecure but he was so good at hiding it that you forgot about it most of the time.

“I just don’t want you to regret anything and risk our friendship in the process,” he said, jaw clenched and it seemed like his insecurities were really kicking in during this conversation.

“I won’t.” You took one of his hands in both of yours. “Things have already changed. For the better. I’d like to figure out where this is going. Where it could take us.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” he asked with a sly grin on his lips as he covered your hands with his free one.

“You’re too smug for what I just said. I’m literally pouring my heart out, careful not to say anything wrong and you say things like…that!” you groaned out in frustration but all you got was a loud laugh that came rumbling right from his chest. “But yes, I think I just asked you on a date.”

He scooted a little closer, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. The bright smile on his lips was so beautiful, you were mesmerized by it.

“How can I say no to that?”

All you could do was smile back at him. You had no idea where this was going or where it would end but it was worth a shot.

In the end, the cure that you had needed had always been so close.

Its name was Eddie Munson.

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Helloo! Can you please write four lords falling for reader who is very shy/timid? Hope you have a great day/night! 💞

Sure thing!💖💖 I hope these are good

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The Lords Falling for a Shy and Timid Reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

-She would find your shyness adorable. The way you can’t even lift your head up to look her in the eye, with your hair falling over your face, is something that she finds endearing.

-In all honesty, Alcina likes the power she holds over you.

-She learns that it’s probably the only time where she feels true happiness and comfort. You were something so innocent in this messed up life. Alcina couldn’t stop herself from wanting more with you.

-Her daughters like to mess with your shyness, making you get all flustered and panicky. She puts them in their place immediately, where then they start to treat you more like a member of the family.

-Alcina protects you from the other lords, especially Heisenberg. She isn’t afraid to kill him if he starts to mess with you.

-However, she likes to tease you somewhat, and her daughters can find you being carried around in her arms like a baby. You are mute and all red in the face because of the action.

-She also understands your timidness and tries to keep her commanding mistress tone down as well as her vampiristically derived nature.

-Alcina can’t help but feel proud whenever you get the confidence to speak to her. Or try to, at least.

-It’s at that point when she tries to encourage you and boost your own confidence. After all, she has the patience to wait for you, and wants you to feel comfortable around her.

-Understands you like to be around the cool air, so sets up a place for you to sit out in the courtyard. After making sure her maids turned into vampire creatures are cleared out.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna is also quite shy and timid, so she almost falls for you right away. She looks at you and sees someone she can relate to. In fact, this is probably the most excited Donna has ever been.

-Her eagerness to get to know you makes you even more shy, even if Donna is using more action instead of words. Such as making you a lot of tea, sitting extremely close to you, or making you little gifts.

-It’s at this point when Donna realizes she’s getting a crush on you.

-Now, she seeks to make you as comfortable as possible in her little estate. Let’s start with all those creepy dolls.

-Donna’s attempt to make them less creepy for you due to your timid nature only makes them creepier. In turn, Donna feels bad seeing how scared you are and gives you a hug as an apology.

-Turns out, hugs are the one thing your shy self is capable of because you guys don’t have to look at each other and therefore making things awkward and such.

-While Donna is quieter in her actions, Angie is extremely eccentric. It gets to the point where you are so overwhelmed that Donna does something she’s never done before.

-She locks Angie away in a closet so you can get some breathing space.

-Donna also attempts to use her needle skills to make you a quilt because she’s noticed that you are a lot calmer under a thick blanket. It seems to make you more relaxed. However, giving you the gift made both of you shy.

-Also, catch her trying to shyly grab your hand or do other little cute gestures only for both of you to get so flustered that you need space to cool off.

-The garden is a big hang out spot because the flowers make both of you feel relaxed. Although Donna tries to keep her powers from affecting you because she doesn’t need you to go through any trauma.

Salvatore Moreau

-Poor Moreau only ever really wanted a friend. He’s well aware on how the others view him, and that he really is a freak of nature. So, he tries so so hard to keep you from being scared of him.

-Truth be, you were a little freaked out in the beginning.

-However, you both were awkward as he was trying to apologize for himself, and you were trying to explain that you were just a shy individual. It was at that moment that you both learned that silence is key.

-But Moreau is a hopeless romantic, and falls for you as soon as you agree to be his friend.

-It’s then that he gets all excited and starts to introduce you to all the things he likes (which isn’t a long list). However, one thing you guys have in common is movies.

-Moreau really goes out of his way to find shows that you would like because he loves to see you smile and laugh. With you being so shy and timid, it’s hard to catch every now and again.

-Once he accidentally grabbed your hand during a movie and it’s been awkward ever since.

-However, he couldn’t help but feel happy that he was able to feel your smooth skin against his own, and even happier that you still stuck around after that encounter.

-Tries to defend you from the other lords, but in the end it’s him that ends up getting teased instead of you. However, for Moreau, you not being the target is a win in his book.

-Doesn’t want you to get freaked out by his fish form, so goes above and beyond to control it and keep you comofrtable.

Karl Heisenberg

-Okay, so we all know that Karl would have tremendous amounts of fun playing with your shyness. All the teasing you could imagine would come from him, but he’s not mean about it.

-Well, not all the time, and he really tries not to be.

-Karl is really just surprised that you wanted to stick around and wanted to see how much you could take. Turns out despite all the red on your face, your flustered state, and shy mumblings, you wanted to stay by him.

-That’s really what made Karl start to fall for you, and he hated it.

-He tried to push those feelings away, but each time you stuttered while talking to him or gave him that shy smile, he found himself falling deeper into cupid’s pit. Soon, he just stopped denying it.

-Karl still teased you, but he also became extrememly protective of you. This was from everything as well. His soldats, the lycans, the other lords, Miranda, you name it and he would kill it for you.

-He also tried to watch his temper around you, knowing how timid you were. You never got into fights with him, but sometimes things just made him blow up. However, he really didn’t want to frighten you.

-Since he’s the bold one, you can catch him flirting and trying to hold your hand and stuff. It gets you all flustered which just makes him smirk.

-Catch him also trying to make you cute little sculptures out of metal because Karl can’t stop himself from wanting to see you smile. You can bet that he would be all nervous to give it to you as well.

-He also loves that you are a good listener, and don’t get riled up as easily as him. It makes him explaining things a lot more beneficial and easy.

-Boops your nose a lot to see you turn red. It makes him laugh.

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳”

Inspo: Kehlani - up at night Kehlani - Feels

Paring: Maddy Perez x Fem!reader

Summary: Being the sister of Nate Jacobs, you were expected to be much like your heartless brother. But you were so much different and Maddy knew that she was hooked the first time she spoke to you.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, size kink(?), praise kink, sexual tension, thigh riding, strap-on (r receiving), body praise, and very crazy smut.

Words 3753

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Maddy knew she was in love with you when the first time she met you. This tiny, adorable, and fragile girl, who was a sister to the most popular guy in East Highland, Nate Jacobs.

Most had expected you to be as heartless as your brother, but you weren’t. There was a clear and blatant contrast between you and your older sibling. Perhaps it was the fact that you were just a year younger or it was the purity of your heart. Maybe it was the brightness in your eyes and the beaming smile you always wore.

Besides, Maddy didn’t question much of it or read into a lot of it. Especially when she was dating Nate. She would run into you around the house whenever she and Nate finished fucking. Sitting in an awkward atmosphere as you tried to make conversation that only made the issue more awkward than before.

It was clear a lot of it was forced. But Maddy could see that in the kind smiles given that all of it was fabricated. When she had asked Nate about it, he had told her that he told you to be nice and don’t be a bitch to her. So, in some way, Maddy felt guilty for making you have to listen to them fuck and have you act around her.

But it felt like the day after that conversation with Nate, she finally noticed you. If it was walking in the halls, eating in the cafeteria with Rue and Jules or just studying alone in quiet classrooms. Picking up on every little minor habit you had during and after school.

Like the way you sometimes had brain farts and accidentally put the milk inside the cabinet. To only lead to you cursing yourself and returning it to it’s respective place in the position. Or during school, your eyebrows would knit together in deep thought. Either in conversation or studying. Each respectively being cute in their own sense.

And it felt like right when Maddy truly saw you, she tried to have conversation with you. Instead of doing it after a night of you having to listen to her moan, she would take a few minutes to hangout with you. Talk about anything that came to mind. Just something to hear you talk and she gratefully given responses from you.

Other than that, the both of you slowly grew closer. Especially with how Nate’s outbursts seemed to get worse. Maddy hadn’t been the only victim of his anger, as you had been damn near tackled into a wall after you heard the news of Maddy having bruises around her neck after the carnival. The comment was around the lines of, “I hope the next girl doesn’t think twice and bites your dick off.” Apparently, Nate took that to heart and, although he didn’t tackle you into a wall, he did get a good shove in that cracked the dry wall.

Nonetheless, you ignored how your big brother would hurt you and focused on Maddy. Comforting her whenever you were called upon. Giving her a warm hug whenever she left your house after the incident until, finally, Nate and Maddy broke up. A relief to you as no girl should go through the things Nate put her through.

But there was a shift in the earth. Something changed and Maddy couldn’t figure it out. She continued through her days with you now in her life, hanging with her at parties and at her house. It may have been when the both of you dancing at McKay’s party that she finally realized what had been gnawing at her. Keeping her up at night and depriving her of a multitude of hours of rest.

There was something about you that made Maddy felt a gravitational pull whenever you were around. Perhaps it was the innocent look in your eyes. The fact that after a night with you, she could steal all of them away from you. Corrupt you and have her lips burned into your skin and tongue forever having forged your dripping pussy with her tongue.

Which had finally led to her asking you at Lexi’s play. Ambushing you with a kiss that you had melted into and wrapped your arms around her neck. Slightly standing up on her tippy toes to keep your lips connected.

Of course, as this wasn’t too long after the break up with Nate, you had been speculative of if this was just Maddy’s way of getting back at your brother. But the more you two spent time together, the more she showed her affection and genuine love in her eyes, you felt all your worries wash away. Especially when she practically showed you off to all her friends.

Today, was just like any other. The last few weeks of school were steadily approaching and you would surely have to figure out what to do for the summer. But right now, you were having a few awkward conversation with Jules who had been nagging at you for answers that you weren’t sure how to give.

“Have you two not had sex yet?” She practically gasped as you shushed her, glancing around anxiously as the both of you stood in the hallways where other kids were.

“Jules, you can’t tell anybody. If Maddy hears-”

“If I hear what?” You yelped when a pair of arms draped over your shoulders with someone’s chin resting on the top of your head.

As soon as that familiar strawberry essence filled your senses, you relaxed. Leaning slightly in your girlfriends chest as you tilted your head back as she looked down at you. Grinning widely as she scanned your faces, unable to ever comprehend your beauty.

From Maddy’s height being 5′6, you stood at a whopping 5 inches shorter. Allowing these little cute positions to occur more frequently. Out of the both of you, Maddy had seemed more excited and keen than even you. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t dated a girl or even been taller than any other of her past boyfriends. You were so small in comparison and Maddy fucking loved it. Able to pick you up with ease and carry you around like a baby. It invaded her mind especially nights when you fit perfectly against her chest when she could practically be a blanket for you.

“Oh, that you guys haven’t had sex.” The direct reply by Jules had Lexi and Kat, who stood behind Maddy nearly burst out into a fit of laughter. Only you able to blush as you stared up at your girlfriend with reddened cheeks as you subconsciously kicked Jules’ shin. “What? Honesty always gets you somewhere.”

But after that day, you had purposely dipped out on going to Maddy’s house. Deciding to sit and think about what you could to secure a chance to finally get laid. And it hadn’t taken much to devise a plan with the addition of Jules, who was more than excited for you.

The next day when you showed up at school, you walked with Rue and Jules, talking about some of the classes. Down the hall, Maddy noticed you and had to take a double take at your outfit with her lips parting with a shaky breath escaping her lips. A nice pair of tight black leggings that the faintest outline of a thong with one of the sweaters she had given you that was pulled up from the back to showcase the beautiful swells of your ass that she had kissed and nipped at for many nights.

When you passed her, you didn’t even glance in her direction. Letting her see the long braid you had done specifically for her. The one that she loved pulling whenever you two made out. Maddy couldn’t help the corner of her lips tilt up into a smile, with a quiet chuckle leaving her lips. Eyes never straying from your body and the tiniest sway of your hips. She could easily see what you were doing and she was more than willing to give you what you wanted.

Which had led to a very long day for the Perez girl. Keen on seeing you as soon as possible and that beautiful piece of ass. What hadn’t help was the fact that you being a year younger than her, your classes were on different floors of the school. Practically miles apart in Maddy’s mind.

So, when lunch came around, she was sitting in the cafeteria eagerly. Not even paying attention of the conversation the other girls tried to include her in on. Jules was the only one that seemed to know where you were and the smirk on her lips never wavered. Occasionally glancing at Maddy’s desperate feature’s contort.

And when the cafeteria doors opened, Maddy’s head snapped in that direction and let out an audible moan. One that the girl’s heard and stared at her in bewilderment. Turning to find you, no sweater, but instead a tank top that displayed the defined abs on your stomach and belly button piercing. With a cross necklace around you neck that rested in the valley of your breasts. That may have been the most dirty and sinful thing Maddy thought you had done so far today.

When your eyes caught Maddy’s hungry ones, you gave an innocent smile. “Hey, baby.” You sat in front of her with a warm smile. “Why haven’t you grabbed lunch yet?”

Maddy licked her lips as she swung her leg over the seat pulled you to be placed between her legs. Eyes roaming your outfit with darkened eyes. “Well, I have my lunch right in front of me.”

It was a comment meant to get back at you. Which had knocked you off balance and made you blush with eyes flickering to Jules who motioned eagerly to Maddy to reply.

All of yesterday, Jules and Rue had helped you through what to do. Every touch, every word, and every look. You knew how to flirt, but you hadn’t dated many girls and if you did, it lasted only a week or so. So, this was all new to you and you took their advice seriously. No matter how ridiculous it had been.

Your gaze flickered back to Maddy and you smiled widely. “Well, then…” Maddy inhaled sharply when feeling your hands rest on her knees. “If that’s what you want…”

They trailed up higher, rubbing softly as Maddy felt herself short of breath. Eyes fixated on your hand that steadily got higher and higher reach painfully long moment.

Trailing higher, you let your nails daringly nip into you jeans and tug slightly. Letting go and hearing the quiet snap of her underwear, Maddy’s eyes flickering shut with a groan.

Opening them and finding yours that were full of mischief. “Then I’m all yours, honey.”

For the remainder of the lunch, Maddy had you situated on her thigh. Hands tight on your hips and nails scratching at your thighs occasionally. A reminder of the fate you had set yourself up for and you couldn’t be any happier.

So, when school ended, Maddy held your thigh in a death grip from the driver seat. Pinky finger occasionally shocking you and brushing against your clit through the two layers of protection.

When you two eventually got back to her place, thankfully, her parents were home. So, that led to you being pinned to the front door the instant you two stepped inside.

“You’ve been such a naughty girl, Y/n. So goddamn sexy, baby.” She slotted her leg between the apex of your thighs. A moan slipping past your lips at the friction and the contrast of materials rubbing against your pussy.

Her lips attached to your neck, kissing, biting, licking. All of it was put into your neck. You panted, one hand falling to her ass and squeezing it tightly. Earning a moan in response with your other hand reached underneath her shirt and left crescent moons in her tanned skin.

“I’m going to fuck you dumb, sweetheart. That’s what you want, right, beautiful?” You could only whimper in response with your pussy pressing harder against her thigh. Thrusting and becoming drunk on the buzzing feeling shooting through your body.

The one thing Maddy loved about you was the fact that there wasn’t any pressure behind any of the thing she or you did. She knew that if you had felt pressure to finally have sex together, you might’ve said something and asked. Discuss the obviously lacking intimate feature of a relationship that Maddy was more than willing to give you.

But you hadn’t. Instead, you decided to play a game and it was hard to tell who was winning at this point.

Maddy pulled away, smirking when hearing you whine, hands desperately hooking your finger in her belt loops. “Get upstairs and we’ll continue, sweetie.” You quickly pressed another kiss to her lips before eagerly walking in the direction of the stairs and her bedroom.

As soon as you entered her bedroom, you were peeling off you clothes. Ripping your shirt off and unclamping your bra. As soon as you bent over to pull your leggings off, you felt Maddy pressed herself to your ass. A very noticeable groan escaping her lips as she ran her hands over the expanse of your ass.

With this sense of vulnerability, you pushed back and earned a moan. And before you could feel your ego inflate, you helped when you were shoved face first into the bed. Sitting up on your elbows and craning your head over your shoulder and watching Maddy tear the entire back of your leggings open.

“Maddy!” She only grinned at your scolding tone and pushed your thong to the side. Biting her bottom lip at the sight of your drenched slit.

There was barely any hesitation in her actions as she dove her face in and dragged her tongue through your fold. A moan ripped through your throat as your head fell forward against the sheets. Hands balling up a handful of said sheets.

She slurped and sucked, kneading your ass with her nails biting the delicate skin. “You taste so good, baby.” She slipped her tongue into your quivering hole that left you moaning loudly.

“Oh, baby.” You reached back, hand pressing to back of her head and pushing her further.

Her tongue fucked you out and you savored every feeling. But you had no idea that whilst Maddy fucked you with her tongue, she was slipping her harness on. The black silicone dildo standing at attention.

When she had enough, she pulled away licking her lips. Ignoring you whines for her to continue. They were silenced when she flipped you over. Grabbing you by the hips with your arms wrapping around her neck as she lift you to straddle her.

You glanced down when you felt something prod your entrance. Eyes widening when seeing the black dildo ready to push into your hole whenever Maddy wanted. Looking up at her, she held a smirk, delicately pressing a kiss to your lips. But as she did so, she lowered you onto the strap and swallowed each and every moan that escaped you.

Thankfully, she allowed you to adjust to the intrusion. Placing delicate kisses on your chest and throat. One hand gripping your right breast while the other tweaked your left nipple. A shaky exhale left your lips as you pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She didn’t have to wait for your confirmation to continue as you sank down onto the dick. The other end pushing into Maddy beautifully and leaving her moaning as well. When you were down to the base, you slowly lifted up and then back down. Leaning back slightly and finding stability with your hands gripping her shoulders.

Maddy watched your rock yourself onto her cock. Each movement mesmerizing and being forever burned into her memory. Especially when you let one hand go from her shoulder to her knee, bouncing on the silicone cock faster. “Oh, you feel so good inside me.”

Hearing that caused Maddy to grab your ass and increase your speed. Eliciting another string of moans that her dripping down onto her bed. Looking down at where the both of you connected, she moaned at the side of the black dildo drenched from your hole. She wanted another taste of you again already.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n. You look so beautiful for me right now.” Her praise made you work harder. You wanted her to be proud of you for taking her so easily and so eagerly. You needed her to say it.

Skin slapping filling the corners of the room with your moans bouncing off the walls. Your half lidded eyes finding hers that were dark and hungry. She wanted to see you finish up close and personal. Wanting to see every little expression your face made when she was the cause of it. She wanted it all.

But her attention shifted to a sound downstairs that made her halt your movements. Kissing the whines from your lips. “Maddy! Sweetheart, we’re home!”

That all but made you panic with your eyes widening at the sound of her mother’s call. When you tried to pull away, inches being pulled out of you, Maddy grabbed your waist and slammed you back down onto it. The tip of the dick having slammed perfectly against your g-spot. You immediately stuffed your face in her neck and let out a trembling that only egged Maddy on to continue. “We aren’t done and I sure as hell won’t let my parents stop us.”

About to protest, you were mewling at the different angle of the dildo inside of you as Maddy had wrapped her arms under your knees and lifted you up. Her hips perfectly lined up with your entrance as she walked towards the door and slammed it shut with your back. A gasping leaving your lips when her hips slammed into your pussy. Your clit brushing against the harness that caused you to moan aloud. In a fraction of a moment, Maddy brushed some strands of your hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead behind your ear. Smiling softly as she peck your lips. “You’re amazing, sweetheart.”

But as Maddy had promise, she didn’t stop with her hips snapping into yours. Fresh layers of sweat sticking to your bodies. Chasing release as much as you were. Grinning at the sound of your moans with your head lulling back against the door. But when you did, there was a knock causing your head to snap up and look at Maddy. “Maddy, sweetheart? Are you okay in there?”

Her movements didn’t falter as she tilted her head. Smirking as she reached down and pressed her thumb to your clit and began to flick it. You shook your head, eyes welling up with tears of pleasure. Pleading she didn’t make a fool out of you with her mother on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine, mom.” Maddy’s hips slammed into yours, causing you cry out with your face shuffling into her neck.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” Her mother continued ask as Maddy felt your body tremble in her hold.

“Yeah, just my bodies sore. I’ve been trying this new workout and stretch routine. Trying to keep limber for cheer leading.” The innuendo was something you would’ve made fun of it wasn’t for the fact that Maddy was fucking you to the edge of your life.

“Well, alright then. We brought food home so Y/n could come over and spend the night if you’d like.”

With each hard and blissful thrust, each flick of your clit made by Maddy, you were quickly approaching your release. Biting down on Maddy’s shirt in hopes it may muffled your moans and keep your mouth shut. You were so close and you just wanted it to end as soon as possible so Mrs. Perez didn’t catch on.

“Well, actually-” The smirk in Maddy’s voice had you whimpering. Shaking your head in her shoulder. “-she’s here. She’s in the bathroom currently.”

“Oh, hi Y/n!” You wanted to strangle Maddy at this point as her onslaught on your clit increased. Her dildo pounding into your velvety walls nicely and leaving you drunk off her dick. Something in the way her thrusts began to get sloppy and needy gave you an indication that she was about to cum as well. You just hoped you wouldn’t be the only one being embarrassed.

But you cleared your throat, head lulling back against the door again. Whining when you felt the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening each second. “H-Hi, Mrs. Pe- Perez!”

As soon as you said her last name, Maddy angled herself perfectly and slammed into you. Causing you to finally climax, crying out with a shudder. When you felt Maddy’s bite down on your shoulder, her climax hitting your at the same time, she shuddered. Body trembling in her hold with your eyes rolling back. She could feel your cum dripping down the cock, then the harness, and onto her leg. Your walls clamping down on the dildo as her hips hiccupped forward. Each time causing a whimper to slip past your lips.

You were too fucked out to hear what Maddy said to her mother. All you could acknowledge was the cold air against your hot and sticky skin and the soft cushioning of Maddy’s bed when she laid down.

When she slipped out of you, you whined with your legs twitching. Battling to stay open or clamp shut from the after effects. But as you were about to decide, Maddy placed her hands on both the inside of your thighs and brought her lips to your slit.

“M-Maddy.” You whined, the painful pleasure of overstimulation causing you to trembled as she giggled in amusement. Dragging her tongue through your folds. Sucking up every last drop of your cum and softly prodding your stretched hole for anymore.

After a few more licks, Maddy pulled away and crawled over top of you. Finding you on the edge of passing out from exhaustion. But you managed to wrap your arms around her neck and pull her in for a sloppy kiss. Tongue instinctively clashing together as you tasted yourself and moaned.

Pulling away, Maddy looked down at your disheveled features and grinned. “I’m going to be up at night thinking about this.”

#euphoria #maddy perez #euphoria hbo #euphoria imagine #alexa demie #maddy perez x reader #x reader #maddy perez smut #maddy perez fluff #maddy perez euphoria #maddy perez x fem!reader #x fem!reader #x fem reader

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swallowtailcherry · 2 years

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Hii ,hi how are you? I Hope you're doing well, i want to warn you about an anon that gas been sexually harressing people on Tumblr and sending nudes of girls and boys, please stay safe.

And i know this Is a really sensibile topic, but....could you please make something for Jack the ripper or Poseidon with a s/o that Is searching comfort from them After getting harressed?

Feel free not to do this,bye stay safe and Remember to take care of yourself

Seeking comfort after being harassed {Jack the Ripper/Poseidon}

Thank you for the warning! Everyone please be safe from those people.

1. I am sorry for this, but I'll do the physical harassment (I know this is a sensitive thing for those who have actually experienced this, so I apologise for possibly bringing back bad memories.)

2. My first time writing about Jack, please be gentle-

3. I'm writing for both of them because I feel like it.

4. Long as frick so get a snack lol

Warning: mentions of murder.

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Jack the Ripper🔪-

One of your friends had dragged you to a bar one night, insisting you needed to get out more. You didn't have any plans that night but you still refused. After some convincing, you agreed to go.

A few minutes in and your friend is already gone, leaving you by yourself at the main counter. You only took a few shots, but stopped yourself after the 4th shot.

Suddenly, some drunk guy sat next to you, resting his rough hand on your shoulder. He tried so many times to get you to talk, but you just ignored him and walked out the bar. You began your lone walk to your home.

Just when you turned a corner, hands began to caress your sides. You thrash in the guy's grip but he just held you tighter. You took out a small pocket knife and stabbed his leg. You took off the moment he let you go, running inside your house and locked it.

You had a hard time sleeping after that.

The next day, you refused to get of bed, let alone the house. This worried some of your friends and tried to ask you why, but you kept quiet, which led them to ask the friend who took you.

"I do not know. They just left without even saying anything." That was all they said. They decided to drop it once they realised their question won't be answered.

The next night, while it was dark, you heard a knock on your bedroom window. To your surprise, it was someone who you grew close to, Jack the Ripper. Your first encounter was when he was injured and you, a kind hearted soul, took him in, unaware of who he was. He originally wanted to kill you but seeing how kind you were, the thought of killing you soon went away.

"Milady, what seems to be troubling you?" He asked, his mixed eyes staring into your soul. Your dropped your head down low, refusing to let him see your tears. You wanted to lie your way out, but Jack would be aware of it.

"I-I was forced to go to a bar and this disgusting man touched me and tried to-"

"What did he look like?" You looked up, seeing the man's face turn to his usual murderous expression, but it seemed more dark.

"W-well, he had black hair and blue eyes and looks a little bigger than you. He also had some facial hair on his jaw." You described the man the best you could. Jack didn't say anything and disappeared into the night.

2 nights later~

Sweeping the floors of your house with a headache wasn't the best idea. After finishing off, you rested yourself on one of your chairs. You felt a piece of paper under your hand and picked it up. It was folded neatly and had beautiful handwriting. You opened it up and read the short letter.

I apologise for leaving you in your time of need, but I had to get rid of the beast who tried to corrupt you.

You felt a presence in your room and turned around, spotting Jack, twirling a knife in his hand. Without a second thought, you jumped up and hugged him. Jack held his arms away from you, not knowing what to do.

"You didn't need to kill him." Your voice muffled by his chest. Silence filled the room after you spoke.

"It was entirely necessary. I refuse to let them take your beautiful colours away."

Tears been to fall out, staining his shirt. Jack lowered his arms, slowly wrapping them around your waist.

He always thought he'd never meet a kind person, until life decided to let him meet you.

Poseidon🔱-

Being married to one of the most fearsome gods has its ups and downs.

One up is that you're the only one who can meet his gaze and live the next day.

One down is that he refuses to let you show affection in public to not ruin his public image in being perfect. (It does upset you, but you understand)

He sees you as his equal, so it isn't much of a surprise when another god stupid enough tries to have his way with you and he is informed.

This god won't leave you alone, even when you declined his invitation to accompany him.

"I told you many times! I do not wish to go with you!" You yelled at the persistent god following you.

It all started when he approached you and started a normal conversation. Then, he started getting a little too touchy with you, brushing his hand against your bare skin, his hands lingering on your shoulders and hovering over your chest for too long. That was enough for you to storm out and head back to your husband, the god you truly love.

"Come on, beautiful! I just want to know you better." The god exclaimed, grabbing your wrist. He pulled you closer to him, smirking victoriously when he saw your frightened face.

"I don't think she feels the same way." A familiar voice chimed in. The god froze in his spot, giving you the chance to wiggle out of his arms and step away from him. You felt relieved to see Heracles, his usual smile not present on his face and replaced with a menacing glare. The god trembled in his shoes and just took off to who knows, too afraid to even try to speak to the towering demigod.

"Fucking coward." You thought, watching the god disappear around a corner. You felt the demigod's hand on your shoulder.

"You should go back to Uncle. I bet he's missing you." Heracles' face changed to a more cheerful one, his smile exposing his pearly whites. You giggled at his sudden change and nodded.

"I should. Thank you for saving me!"

"No problem!"

With that, you took off to see your husband. Before entering, you took the time to stand up straight, take a deep breath and walked in. You faced your husband, slowly making your way to your throne next to his. Sea Blue eyes observed your form, noticing your slightly messy hair and increased speed of your breathing.

He knew these were your signs of discomfort.

"Who is responsible?" His chilling voice filled the silence. You felt exposed upon hearing his question and hesitated on answering. But you gave up.

"Just another god." You finally answered, your hands gripping the armrests nervously. You knew lying to your husband would be impossible.

"Come here." He demanded. You quickly complied, standing in front of him, unsure of his next demand.

"I said, come here." He demanded again, his eyes staring right in your own orbs. You swallow slowly, stepping closer to him. This was strange, he never demanded, let alone asked for anything like this. With hesitation, you wrapped your arms around Poseidon's waist. When he didn't push you away, you lowered yourself down to sit on his lap.

Crying was out of the question if it was for anything else, but after what happened, you couldn't help it.

Your quietly sobbed, tightening the hug. Surprisingly, Poseidon did nothing but sit there, listening to your sobs.

Poseidon will have to wait until he can deal with the living filth that decided to get his dirty hands on his wife...

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Writing the harassing part was really uncomfortable, but I pushed through to complete this :D

#ror x reader #snv x reader #poseidon x reader #jack the ripper x reader #never thought I'd tag that #but here we are #some fluff #ror x reader fluff #record of ragnarok x reader

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heartache-onthebigscreen · 2 years

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"can't keep my hands off of you"

ask: Could you pretty please write a Calum imagine where he has never been affectionate in-front of his friends or has never been big on PDA but now that he’s dating Y/N he can’t keep his hands off them!!! ❤️

an: heeyyyyy, ha ha im alive. sorry this took so long!! and i somehow lost the ask but here it is, i hope this isnt too short, this isnt my best work but i tried rlly rlly hard for u anon. i also did not edit / proof read this so if there’s a mistake it wasnt me

pairing: calum hood x reader

summary: simple, calum showing you some cute PDA

"C'mon baby, gotta get up," you shove Calum's curls back from his forehead so you can kiss it, "we gotta get to that party, right?"

"Mmm, wanna stay right here," Calum murmurs against your ear as he pulls you into his chest, "don't want to let go of ya."

You didn’t want to leave either, you absolutely loved this soft, clingy side of Calum.

Before you guys started dating, Calum was never within arms reach, which was very offputting for you, of course. The dude you were head over heels for seemed to not want anything to do with you.

But ever since that one token night of confessed feelings, you barely remember a time where Calum’s hands weren’t on you.

Holding hands.

Running his fingers through your hair.

Arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist.

His hand on the small of your back.

He’d even stick his hand up your shirt or just far enough in your sweatpants, nothing sexual. He just, liked touching you.

“Your friends are gonna get upset you’re not there, Cal,” you soothe while Calum just grunts in response, “c’mon.”

“Fine,” Calum obliges as he reluctantly lets go of you and stands up, taking all of his warmth with him. “When are we supposed to be there?”

“Like…twenty minutes ago,” you laugh as you check your phone.

“Do we have to go then?” Calum whines like a child being forced to go to school, “I wanna stay here with you.”

Before you can begin to convince him to get his ass out of the house, he flops back down onto the bed, his body on top of yours as he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

You gasp at the sudden weight on you, “jesus- Calum, you gotta at least show your face.”

You and Calum walk into the crowded party where all of his friends are, hand in hand.

He drags you through the house and into the kitchen where the boys have gathered, all having either a drink or a blunt in their hand as they converse with music booming in the background.

Calum releases your hand and wraps his arm around your waist in one smooth motion, somehow still touching you the entire time as he begins to say his hellos to everyone.

You decide to take this opportunity to grab a drink yourself, you go to get one but Calum lightly grips your arm and hovers behind you, putting his other hand on the small of your back, “I got it babe.”

“I truly think he’d pass out if he was separated from YN for even a second,” Ashton snickers to Luke.

“You’re right, one time he-“ You begin to join their joke before Calum cuts you off.

“Nothing. I did nothing,” he hands you your drink as everyone snickers, “there’s nothing wrong with loving you a bit extra.” He presses a quick kiss to the side of your head and pulls you into a little hug.

And that’s how it was all night.

Calum’s hands were always on you, per usual.

When you guys danced, they traveled your body in the way only he could touch you.

It become possessive almost, whenever you guys seemed to be around some dudes you didn’t know all too well.

His hand would be placed right on your hip, keeping a good grip to let those people know that you were his.

He’d trail his fingertips up and down your arm as you sat next to each other while talking to a group.

Then, it got to a point.

His hand slowly trailed up your thigh, and back down, his fingertips gently grazing your leg, making you raise a brow at him.

“Really?” You chuckle, Calum just smirks in response while nodding his head at the door, asking if you want to leave.

“You guys are gonna dip and fuck again?” Michael comments, “you were basically fucking each other with your eyes all night isn’t that enough?”

“Nope. It’s not.” Calum shrugs.

“You think all the PDA would hold you over, hm?” You tease.

“A little,” Calum snickers, “but you know I can’t keep my hands off of you, sweetheart.

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SPIRAL

incubus!Yeonjun x Reader

genre(s): smut

warnings: more than one smut scene, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, GARGANTUAN COCK, oral (m and f receiving), rough sex, slight somnophilia, overstimulation, dirty talk, gets sorta scary at the end

words: 7.8k

"Aw, (Y/N), come on." Lily begged once more, holding onto your arm as you tried to ignore her by searching the books on the shelves. "It'll be awkward if I go to the wedding without a friend. Saein literally said that you'd become a bridesmaid if you go. Just be one with me."

"Lily, you know damn well that I don't like Saein." You sighed. "Why would I support her getting married to my ex? My ex who cheated on me with her, remember that?"

"Ok, but Lily thinks it's water under the bridge-"

"And it's not."

"But you don't even have to pay attention to her." She said. "There's rumors going around that the groomsmen are very hot."

You paused for a second. Now, you weren't desperate, per say, but you also haven't had sex in over a year. It would also be pretty rewarding to be able to pull one of your ex's friends, especially when you became so insecure after the break up. You thought of one of his friends that you remembered. Choi Yeonjun. He was tall, handsome, kind. Yet, maybe too kind to hook up with his best friend's ex. You hoped he was one of the groomsmen, though there's no trouble in ogling him...

"(Y/N)!" You snapped out of it, realizing that you had zoned off thinking of the man. "You okay?"

"I'll go."

"Huh?"

"I'll go to the stupid wedding."

"Really?!" Lily exclaimed with excitement.

"Yes, now shush, we're in the middle of the library." You frowned, yet she ignored you, doing a little dance in the aisle. You shook your head, looking back at the books before you realized you had another question. "Lily...what color are the bridesmaid dresses supposed to be?"

"Green."

"Gree- are you serious?" You looked at her with wide eyes and she just nodded. "Just leave it up to that narcissistic bitch to choose an ugly color so she could look better than everyone else."

"(Y/N), it's her wedding." Lily rolled her eyes. "That's what the bride is supposed to do."

"Whatever." You scoffed. "I'm only going for you and for the hope that one of his actual cute friends would be there."

One Week Later

Saein and Chanyeol's Wedding

"How do you manage to make your worst color look the best on you?" Lily said to you as you two were on your way to the wedding.

"Well, for one, I'm trying too hard, and for two, I look good in every color." You shrugged. "You look good too, I guess."

"Wow, you always give the best compliments." She said sarcastically. "You know, I'm hoping to walk out with a cute guy, too."

"Han Hyunmin?"

"Wha...how did you know?"

"Because every time I see you with him, you guys are obviously flirting. I'm surprised you guys haven't boned, yet."

"It's called slow burn, (Y/N)." Lily said. "Tonight should be the night."

"If it does happen, tell me all about it."

"Only if you tell me about you and Yeonjun if that happens."

"If? No, when it happens." You said with the upmost confidence that you were maybe 30% unsure about, but you'll only focus on that 70% percent for now.

Ten minutes later, you guys made it to the wedding venue early, so you could help the bride finish getting ready. You were lucky you became a bridesmaid a little later on, because you would rather die than help organize this stupid wedding. You were curious to see how Saein's dress would look, though. It's not everyday you'd see a wedding dress.

"Ah, my bridesmaids!" Saein exclaimed loudly upon you guys entering the room she was getting ready in. "(Y/N), I never thought you'd accept the invitation, I'm so glad you did." She enveloped me in a tight hug, her dress squishing against mine, making you feel uncomfortable. The dress was obnoxiously huge, it took up so much space. "You don't have any hard feeling about this, no?"

"Of course I don't." You said with a fake smile. You didn't understand why she would bring that up in the first place.

"Good!" She said, shuffling back to her makeup artist. "We can't have any negative energy at my wedding."

You turned to Lily with wide eyes that were lit with suppressed anger. "I fucking swear, one day I will beat her ass." I whispered to her.

"Yes, yes, one day, but not today, please." Lily warned.

"Oh my gosh, Lily, (Y/N)," We turned to see the maid of honor, Farrah, coming towards us. "I'm so glad you guys are here, you guys look gorgeous." Unlike her vain little sister who was the bride, Farrah was the nice one, always making us feel welcome. "The wedding is going to start in about twenty minutes, so could you guys do me a favor and help seat the guests as well as make sure everyone is here? Especially the chef, the flower girl, the ring bearer, all that. There must be no problems or hiccups in the ceremony or reception, Saein with have a fit."

"Alright, Farrah, we're on it." Lily said with a big thumbs up. She grabbed your wrist and took you out of the room and to where the wedding will be held. It was like your average wedding. It was outdoor and there was white everywhere, as well as more people than you thought scattered everywhere, trying to find their seats. "So, the seating is basically based on who's more relevant to Saein. Family is in the front, but kids are at the back, and so forth."

"What does she have against kids?" You scoffed.

"She says that they will ruin the wedding."

"Then why didn't she just not allow kids to be here instead of giving them the servant treatment?"

"I don't know, (Y/N)." Lily said. "This is Saein we're talking about. Anyways, the groomsmen are in charge of seating on the right side, and we're in charge of seating on the left."

You nodded my head, and then you guys got to work. It took ten minutes to seat everyone, but it felt like ten hours because people obviously have a hard time listening. The parents were especially mad that they couldn't be seated with their kids, and you had to explain to them too many times that it was the brides wishes. You just came here to get laid, not to do all of this shit.

Soon enough, the actual ceremony was beginning to start, and the groomsmen had to walk in first before the groom took his place. You stood behind Lily as all of the bridesmaids stood in a line, ready to walk in before the bride does. You all held a bouquet of white flowers in our hands as you walked down the aisle, lining up on the left side, where the bride was going to stand. While standing there, you looked over to the other side, where the groomsmen were standing.

The best man was Chanyeol's dumb ass of a brother. You didn't hate him, he was just dumb. He even looked dumb as he was just standing there. Then you saw Lily's eye candy, Hyunmin, looking handsome as always. You scanned past a few other groomsmen that you didn't care much about until you laid eyes on the one man that you were hoping to be here. Choi Yeonjun.

You inwardly cheered. God, he looked so gorgeous. He was tall and lean, his suit fitting so nicely on him, hugging his wide shoulders. His black hair was styled neatly away from his face, showing off his perfect skin and handsome facial features. Why did you ever fall for Chanyeol when Yeonjun was right there?

The wedding was going on, it was in full throttle by now, but you couldn't get your eyes off of Yeonjun. You had a plan for tonight, and your desperation to fulfill it only grew as you watched him. It confused you, really, as to why you haven't noticed him much until now. Why it seemed like he was the only one who could grasp your attention when you haven't even seemed to grasp his.

For a quick second, you snapped back to reality, watching as Saein started to walk down the isle slowly with a beautiful bouquet in her hands. You decided to shove your grudge for her to the side for maybe just a minute and really look at how big this must've been for her. She was getting married, and even though the circumstances left you lonely, and least Chanyeol found someone he was actually connected to. It made you thankful that you two broke up, because if not, maybe you would've never noticed Yeonjun.

As your attention shifted once again to Yeonjun, you were almost taken aback to see that he was already looking right at you. You expected him to maybe look away, but he didn't and neither did you. He didn't look surprised or anything, and he still held his fond smile that he's had for the whole wedding, so you were slightly confused. But if you squinted just a bit, but you see into his eyes and see exactly how dark they were. You knew that people could smile without their eyes following suit, but his eyes held a different kind of smile that made butterflies swarm your insides. You didn't dare break eye contact with the man, the wedding long gone in your eyes. Based off of the way Yeonjun looked at you, you could tell that your plan may spring into action.

It's like he was challenging you to keep eye contact, as if it was a little game to be able to get what you want by the end of the night. You looked at him as if to tell him that you were willing to play this little game. While you were dating Chanyeol, you managed to at least notice that Yeonjun was a flirt, always ending up in someone else's bed. That maybe could be hurtful while in a relationship, but that wasn't what you were looking for, so this was perfect.

"...for better, or for worse, for richer, for poorer..."

He blinked very rarely, obviously not paying attention to the wedding, just like you weren't. He head tilted down ever so slightly as if to deepen the eye contact with you. Your heart beat quickened as your confidence started to resolve. Yes, you weren't opposed to flirtatious banter, but the way Yeonjun's eyes looked into yours made you feel as if you were completely naked in front of everyone. He was eye-fucking you and he was not shy about it. Your panties started to get uncomfortably wet.

"...in sickness and in health, until death do us part."

"You may now kiss the bride."

And at that, Yeonjun broke eye contact, looking over to the new married couple as they shared a loving kiss. You felt as if Yeonjun had released a chokehold on you and that you could finally breathe. After that, though, you were fine with not breathing if you could get him to continue looking at you like that. You decided to pay attention to the wedding once again, sporting a fake smile as you saw the newly married couple so happy together. Your eyes trailed over to Yeonjun, noticing how he had acted like what happened before then didn't happen at all. What a confusing guy.

The wedding commenced, Saein literally jumping around in happiness as she got ready to through the bouquet. You noticed how excited Lily was, and you looked over to see Hyunmin smiling fondly at her. How cute. You didn't even notice the bouquet flying towards you until the last minute, and you swiftly dodged out of the way. No thank you to that, for now.

For the rest of the wedding, anyone could find you in the clouds, thinking of Yeonjun. While the guests had fun, you tried to look for Yeonjun, not daring to speak to him just yet. You maybe have seemed like a buzzkill, not wanting to dance or have fun, but with the way your mind was only about Yeonjun, right now, you did not care one bit.

You finally saw Yeonjun chatting with Chanyeol a few meters away from you. You remembered that they were in fact friends, unfortunately. Maybe this was a bad idea?

That thought flew out of your head at the speed of lightning once Yeonjun turned his head and looked at you as if he knew exactly where you were. Had he been watching you this whole time like you have? Why hasn't he come to talk to you, yet? He looked away after giving you a smirk, going back to his conversation with Chanyeol.

"Are you going to keep staring at him, or are you going to talk to him?" Lily asked, and you flinched.

"I can't talk to him now." You answered. "He's with Chanyeol and I'd rather not interact with him."

"But he obviously likes you, go talk to him before it's too late." Lily said.

"Mm." You pouted a bit, eyeing Chanyeol. He didn't look like he was going to leave Yeonjun anytime soon. "I'll wait a bit more. Who knows, maybe I could catch him near the end of the wedding. Our departure would be more respectful." You winked, making Lily laugh. "I'll be right back. I'm going to the bathroom."

Lily nodded, turning back to the other bridesmaids. You made your way into the empty community building, walking down the halls until you found the bathroom. You wondered how Saein and Chanyeol had enough money to have their wedding here, of all places. This was in the upper class part of town. Everything looked expensive and clean as if no one has ever touched it in the first place. You were impressed, but you wouldn't admit it.

You decided to retouch your makeup while you had this moment alone, reveling in the silence. You had to keep Yeonjun interested somehow, and the way your concealer was creasing was ruining your look for the night. You checked yourself out in the mirror, looking at yourself from all angles.

"Not bad..." You giggled to yourself, your smile dropping in annoyance once you heard the bathroom door open. You couldn't even have five minutes to yourself.

Your eyes widened once you saw who had came in through the view of the mirror. It was Yeonjun who had came in, and you didn't miss the way he had locked the door behind him.

"Well, hello there, (Y/N)." He smirked, walking closer to where you stood.

"Yeonjun..." You gulped, trying to regain the confidence you held an hour ago. "Funny seeing you here...in the girls bathroom. That's not allowed."

He chuckled. "And who's going to punish me? You?"

"W-well, no, I'm just saying if anyone sees you here-"

"There's no one else here but me and you." He said. "Do you not...want me here?"

"I didn't say that." You said, finally looking up at his reflection through the mirror. Damn, he was even hotter close up.

"Why so shy, hm?" He asked. "You weren't shy when you were eye-fucking me at the wedding." You could feel his body heat on your back with how close he had gotten to you.

"I'd like to think it's the other way around." You said.

"You're not wrong." He chuckled, checking you out through the mirror. "I have no shame. You've always been sexy, but...I think you're even more sexy when you're single."

"Ah, so you've been pining for me all along." You said, gaining more of your confidence.

"Is that so bad?"

"No. Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I don't meant to sound conceited, but, if I would've told you back then, I would've made you forget all about Chanyeol." He said, his warm hands trailing down your arm. "And you would've been on my knees right then and there. But you're a good girl, right? I would've never made you do that."

"Well, now that you've told me, and that Chanyeol and I obviously aren't together, why am I not on my knees now?" You smirked smugly. Yeonjun wasn't phased.

"Do you want to be?" He raised a brow.

"You're here for a reason, right?" You asked, eyeing the lustful look on his face.

"I am." He said, then backed up a few inches. "You know what to do."

You may have just touched up your makeup, but if it gets ruined, you could care less. You turned around, getting on your knees quickly, not caring if you looked desperate. The view of Yeonjun looking down on you was something that you had waited for so long to see. He watched with a smirk as you worked at his dress pants, undoing the belt and the button, pulling both his pants and his boxers down. You were almost startled when his rock hard cock sprung up from its confines. He was huge. It was long, girthy, and veiny with an angry red tip. You weren't sure if this could fit in any of your holes. Yeonjun seemed to notice your hesitation.

"Aw, poor (Y/N)," He said, petting your hair. "You've never had a cock like mine, have you? Don't fret...I know you can fit it in that little mouth of yours."

You gulped, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, noticing how the tips of your fingers couldn't even touch. You were unsure about it fitting in your mouth, but boy did you want to try. You figured you should hurry up before the guests would noticed the both of your absences. you licked at the tip, getting a taste of his sticky pre-cum before you opened your mouth wide, taking in his cock. He groaned quietly, guiding your head as you started to bob your head slowly, still getting used to the side. You challenged yourself to go deeper until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat, but you were only halfway there. You looked up at Yeonjun, his eyebrows knitted in pleasure as he made eye contact with you. As you sucked his cock, you felt it twitch as the tip hit the back of your throat once again.

This may have been your first time with a cook as big as his, but you had no intentions to let him down. You wanted to be a good fuck. You tried your best to not choke as you went deeper on his cock, deepthroating him. He grabbed a fistfull of your hair, moaning loudly.

"Fuck, you're doing so good." He groaned, spurring you on. You went deep enough that your nose met with his pelvis. He involuntarily thrusted against your face, making you choke as you slipped his cock out of your mouth, coughing. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't meant to do that-"

"Can you do that again?" You asked him once you gained your breath back. He hesitated. "Please? I can take it, I swear."

"Alright," He but his lip. "Tap twice if it's too much." You nodded, opening your mouth wide as he grabbed ahold of his cock, sliding it into your watering mouth. "You ready?" You nodded, humming as you sent vibrations down his cock. He groaned, thrusting into you. You relaxed your jaw, welcoming his cock into your throat as he started to thrust into you. He held a tight grip on your hair pushing you down on his cock while simultaneously thrusting. You shut your eyes tightly, feeling tears well up into your eyes as he started to get rougher. He threw his head back, groaning in pleasure. You felt your spit start to drip out of you mouth, becoming messy, but neither of you cared. It was like a dream to see him lost in so much pleasure, he veins of his cock pulsing and his heavenly groans echoing through the empty bathroom.

You groaned along his cock, heightening his pleasure as he thrusted into your mouth. He held back since he didn't want to hurt you, and you could tell. The drag of his cock along the walls of your throat satisfied a certain itch that no one else has itched before.

He moaned loudly as he suddenly pulled out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin. He roughly pulled you up from the floor, attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You gasped in surprise, his tongue finding his way into your mouth as he pulled you closer. It all happened so fast that you didn't notice that he was moving you towards the counter where the sinks were until he parted from the kiss. He picked you up, placed you on the counter and pushed you until you were on your back, your dress pushed up as your legs were spread to accommodate him.

You watched as he desperately ripped your stockings to get to your panties, moving them out of the way as he shoved his cock into your dripping pussy.

"Yeonjun!" You wailed, the stretch painful but pleasurable at the same time. He grabbed your legs, resting how flexible you were as he pushed them up, almost all the way to your head. You knew that this position was going to guarantee the fact that you weren't going to get out of here without a limp, but you were fine with that. All you wanted was for him to fuck you full of cum. And he wanted the same.

He started thrusting into you, the sounds of your wetness filling the room. He barely even started, and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, feeling every little ridge and vein of his gargantuan cock. He gave you no mercy as he pounded into you, and you found it hard to stay quiet. He had a tight grip on your thighs, most likely leaving marks.

You wailed his name loudly as he hit your most sensitive spot, your pussy tightly gripping around him.

"Fuck, you're so tight and wet..." He groaned. "Desperate for some cock, aren't you? You like being fucked good and hard, huh? You love this cock, don't you? Yeah?"

You nodded your head frantically. "I love your cock, Yeonjun-" You moaned loudly as he rammed into you harshly. He watched his cock hammer into through the mirror, the view driving him closer to release. You shook in his hold as you started to cum. Your moans could probably be heard outside of the bathroom, but with the amount of pleasure you were in, you didn't give a damn. Yeonjun watched as you creamed around his cock, your cum dripping down onto the counters.

Yeonjun found it so hot that he wanted to see you cum again, but he knew that you two were taking too long and Chanyeol would be looking for him, so he quickened his pace. Your walls were extremely sensitive, but your pussy only sucked in his cock, desperate for more pleasure. He gripped your thighs tightly as he finally came, his cum filling you up to the brim.

You whined quietly as everything started to die down. You could still feel your walls pulsate around his softening cock and you clenched around nothing once he pulled out. He chuckled at your fucked out expression, helping you off the counter after he pulled his pants back up.

"You can still walk, right?" He asked you, and you nodded although your entire lower half was sore. "Ah...I guess I'll just have to go harder next time."

"Next ti-" You nearly scared yourself once you looked in the mirror, gasping at your reflection. "Yeonjun!" Your lipstick was smeared all over the place, your mascara ran down your cheeks, and your hair was a complete mess. "I can't go back out like this!"

Yeonjun just smiled as you freaked out, like this was his plan. "At least you're still hot." He chuckled, slipping a piece of paper in your bra. You didn't know where the hell he for that from. "I have to go back. Call me whenever, princess." He gave you one last wink before he left the bathroom, leaving you alone in your fucked up state. Well...at least you have his number now.

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You hesitated with your phone in your hand, your thumb hovering over the call button. You didn't know why you were suddenly shy about this, Yeonjun had made it clear that he wanted you to call him. You were here in your apartment with nothing to do, and the night was still young. You were sure Yeonjun wouldn't miss out on a little fun.

You bit your lip, deciding to just call him anyways. You were on edge as it rang. You felt that he wouldn't answer once it for to the fifth ring, but you froze once he finally picked up.

"Hello?" You heard him say on the other end of the call.

"...hey, uh, this is (Y/N)." You said awkwardly.

"Ah...I was wondering when you'd call me." You noticed how his voice changed, going from its normal tone to a suddenly sultry one, and it was making your insides tingle. "How may I help you this fine evening?"

"You sound oddly professional for what I'm about to ask you." You chuckled.

"Oh? Then what are you about to ask me?"

"Just...if you could come over so we could...hang out?" You spoke slowly, hoping he wouldn't reject your offer.

"Hang out, huh?" You heard him breathe out a laugh on the other end of the phone.

"Mhm..." You said, your heart beating against your chest.

"Hm...send me your address." He said. "I'll be there."

You fought the urge to cheer loudly, but he no doubt sensed your excitement. "Okay! I'll see you then."

You then hung up, texting him your address. You didn't know how far away he lived, but you had enough time to freshen up before he would arrive.

You quickly showered and shaved, deciding to not wear any underwear. You slipped on some shorts that were slightly revealing and an old t-shirt. You wanted to look like you weren't trying to hard, but if the time came for it, you were ready for a repeat of what happened during the wedding.

The door bell rang, and you did a quick look over in the mirror, making sure you looked okay before answering the door. There Yeonjun was, in all his glory. He wore a black t-shirt with matching sweatpants and his hair was relaxed against his forehead. It was a large contrast to his extremely put together look from the wedding. He looked very casual, and for some reason, it was an even hotter look on him.

"Hi," You breathed out, suddenly nervous. You opened the door wider to let him in. He had some sort of sly smirk on his face that made you even more nervous, and he seemed to notice.

"Why are you so nervous, (Y/N)?" He asked as you closed the door behind him.

"Wha- I'm not nervous." You said.

"Yes you are." He chuckled. "We're just hanging out, right? No reason to be nervous." He then looked around at your apartment with his hands in his pockets. It was quaint, but it was neat and well taken care of. "Nice apartment." He then looked back at you, his eyes trailing over your body. He wasn't even trying to hide it, and you felt extremely exposed, but in a good way?

There was some sort of awkward silence between the two of you. You felt like Yeonjun wasn't going to do anything unless you specifically asked him, but your pride got in the way of that. Yeonjun seemed amused with your awkwardness. It's like he didn't have a shy bone in his body.

"So...what do you want to do?" He asked. "Watch a movie? Talk? It's up to you."

"Well...I want to do something." You said, not making eye contact with the man in front of you. "Not necessarily any of those things. Maybe...we could play a game?"

"A game?" One of his brows raised, the smirk not leaving his face.

"Yeah, a game." You said, thinking for a few seconds. "You try to guess what I'm thinking, and if you guess right...I'll give you a reward."

"And what's the reward?"

"You'll see if you get it right." You said, eyeing his still amused face. Fuck, he looked so hot. You found yourself staring at his face for a few seconds before you shook your head back to focus, making him laugh. "Okay, so, I'm thinking of something that...includes the two of us."

"Obviously."

"Wait, wait, I haven't finished, yet." You said. "And you have to get it on the first try. We can do it sitting down or standing up it doesn't really matter. It's a fun activity."

"Can I ask for a hint?" He asked.

"Uhm...I guess." You shrugged.

"Is what you're thinking of similar to what we did during Chanyeol and Saein's wedding?"

You paused. "Uh...the answer to that is going to make it too obvious. Ask another one."

"There's no need." He said. "I know the answer, but I can show you better than I can tell you."

"O-okay then." You gulped. "Only one try, remember?"

"Mhm..." He said, getting closer to you. You didn't notice how close to the wall you were until you found yourself pressed up against it with Yeonjun in such close proximity. Yeonjun didn't hesitate to press his soft lips into yours, his hands resting on your hips. He didn't wait to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, kissing you passionately. He had you moaning just from a kiss, but how could he blame you? It just happened so quickly. Your shorts were already soaking without the protection of any underwear. No man has ever been able to get you wet this quickly, it was almost like Yeonjun had super powers.

His hands dragged their way down to cup your ass, groping you harshly and making you gasp. He pressed you further into the wall, making out with you as if he was waiting for this moment since the wedding. You held a firm grasp on his shoulders, happily letting the man do what he wanted. You let out a hum of disappointment when he parted from your lips.

"Let me guess," He said, his hands not moving from your ass. "My reward is...you?"

"If that's how you'd like this night to end."

An almost sinister smirk stretched across his face. "Good." He attached his lips to yours once again, happily devouring you. You were caught by surprise when he picked you up, straddling your legs around his waist. He carried you to your bedroom, placing you on your bed. You weren't really in the right headspace to wonder how he knew where your bedroom was, neither did you really care. There was only one bedroom in the first place.

He didn't care to take him time with ripping off your clothes, exposing your naked body to the cool air of the room. You swore you heard him growl as he eyed you underneath him.

"You barely even know me, but you know what I like." He said, fondling your breasts. "Good girl."

"Please fuck me, Yeonjun." You whined, feeling your wetness drip down your legs.

"Mm, I've barely touched you and you already want my cock?" He hummed, marking your neck in hickeys. "You had it once, and that's all you've been thinking about, huh? You're obsessed with Junnie's cock, is that it?"

With no shame, you nodded frantically. You wanted to feel him fill you up again so badly, you were willing to do anything.

"Good thing I like to give you what you want." He said, manhandling you into the position he wanted you in with your ass up and ready for him. You pressed your head into your pillows, waiting for him to impale your with his large cock. You felt the tip press into your hole, and you already felt the stretch. You closed your eyes as he eased into you slowly, a large contrast to how quick he was during the wedding. He filled you up to the hilt, and you held your breath, waiting for him to move. "You ready?" You felt how harsh his grasp was on your hips.

"Yes..." You said with a shaky voice. You were ready. So ready. But you were just a bit scared. You remembered how he said he'd go harder on you next time, and even though you craved that, you weren't exactly sure how much you could take before it becomes too much.

He started to thrust back and forth into you, keeping a steady pace for you to get used to. You two had much more time than you had back then, and you were grateful that you had more time to get used to just how big he was. His thrusts were at a medium pace, but he went impossibly deep each time. You closed your eyes, your moans quiet, but loud enough to be heard.

Yet, he didn't want that. He didn't want you to be quiet. He started thrusting at a quicker pace, the slap of skin on skin getting louder as well as your moans. You trapped two handfuls of your sheets as you felt him pound harder and harder into you. You thought you were prepared, but he had switched from normal to rough in the blink of an eye. He pushed you up the bed with each thrust, but his grip on your hips pushed you back towards his cock, your pussy sucking him up desperately.

You squealed once he delivered a smack to your ass, going back to harshly pulling you into his cock. You moaned out his name, begging for release as you felt it creep up on you faster than it ever has before. Yeonjun knew what he was doing, it was like he was a professional at this. He was able to make you feel prolonged pleasure without stopping or hurting you. His cock reached every little sensitive spot within your walls like it was just the easiest thing in the world. With each thrust he grazed your cervix, making you shake in pleasure and scream his name, spurring him on.

He fucked you in a frenzy, and it was like he had everlasting stamina. Your back arched more the closer you got to release, pushing back on his cock for more until you finally came. Your pussy held a tight grasp on his cock and you whined like a bitch in heat. He didn't dare stop as he fucked you through your orgasm. This one was possibly better than the last, and it lasted longer, too. After it was over, you were left extremely sensitive, but he didn't care, pounding you into the mattress.

"F-fuck, Yeonjun-" You let out a shaky moan at his rough thrusts. "I can't take it!"

"Come on, take it for me, baby." He said to you. "Don't you want to feel my cum? Don't you want me to fill you up?"

You were unable to give an answer, your nails digging into the sheets as tears fell down your cheeks. Your eyes were shut tight as another orgasm ran through you. Yeonjun wrapped his arms around your waist as you shook like a leaf in the wind, moaning a little too loudly. He was obsessed with how you clenched around him each time, bringing him closer to his orgasm. He watched as you whimpered in his hold, grabbing the sheets as if they were your life line.

He groaned against your skin, biting your shoulder as he finally came, spilling his cum into you while delivering a few more weak thrusts.

"My good girl..." He murmured. "You took it like a champ, didn't you?" He caressed the side of your face that wasn't pressed into the pillow, pulling out of you and laying you on your back. Your eyes felt extremely heavy, and you were tired. So tired. But the smile that was plastered on your face remained. "Go to sleep, baby." He said, pressing soft kisses down your face. "Junnie will take care of you. You can go to sleep..."

He spoke to you softly and sweetly as your eyelids got heavier and heavier, feeling fatigue take ove everything else until you succumbed to the grasp that sleep had on you.

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Your eyes slowly blinked open, still feeling heavy as you felt a certain sensation between your legs. The room was still dark, except the moonlight that shone through the window, so you were a bit confused.

You looked down to see that your legs were wide open, a head of black silky hair between your thighs, delivering the pleasurable sensation that woke you up in the first place. The man between your legs looked up, making eye contact with you as he ate you out.

It was Yeonjun, but something about him was different. His eyes were pitch black, no whites in them. And...and there were horns emerging from his head. The first thing you felt was fear. What had happened to Yeonjun?

The second thing you felt, though, was pure euphoria as he made eye contact with you. You could figure out that he tongue was forked for some reason, sliding over your clit a few times, then sliding into your sopping hole. His tongue was abnormally long, exploring every inch of your wet cavern.

It felt like you were going through an ongoing orgasm. It was never ending, but you couldn't make a sound. You couldn't even move. You were frozen in place and all you could do with watch as this scary version of Yeonjun devoured you, tasting all of you. Your mind was complete haywire right now, and what happened between you two hours ago was nothing compared to what was going on now.

You were confused, scared, but most of all in a state of extreme euphoria that you didn't want to stop. As he kept pleasuring you, you could feel yourself drift into a deep sleep once again, as if none of this ever happened.

But instead of falling back asleep, you woke up in a fright. The sun was shining through the blinds and you felt extremely groggy, yet you couldn't fall back asleep.

You were fully dressed, and you had guessed that Yeonjun had did that for you. He didn't seem to be here now, though, and for some reason, it disappointed you.

You looked at the clock by your bed to check what time it was. You rubbed your eyes blinked a few times to look at it just to see that it was 2 PM.

"Shit..." You said. "Shit, shit, shit!" It had occurred to you that you had work today, and you had missed it. You looked at your phone, looking at the missed calls and texts from your manager and coworkers. Fuck, how were you going to explain this to them?

You groaned, slamming your phone down to the bed. It was too late to show up, anyways, so you might as well just stay home. You tried to go back to sleep, but you were feeling flashbacks from last night and the weird dream you had. Then, your phone vibrated. You thought that it was maybe one of your coworkers again, but you saw that Yeonjun had texted you.

[Yeonjun]: hey, (Y/N)~

[Yeonjun]: sorry I wasn't there this morning, I had to run errands.

[Yeonjun]: how are you feeling?

[(Y/N)]: drained. tired. groggy.

[(Y/N)]: I missed work today.

[Yeonjun]: really!?

[Yeonjun]: Fuck, this must be my fault, I'm sorry :(

[(Y/N)]: no, no, it's not your fault, jun :)

[(Y/N)]: I just overslept, that's all

It was as if the memory had been suddenly imprinted in the forefront of your mind. You had thought about the dream again. You thought about Yeonjun between your legs, eating you out with the same fervor he had done in your dream. Before you could think, you found your thumbs typing out a text.

[(Y/N)]: hey jun?

[(Y/N)]: do you think you could come over today?

[Yeonjun]: are you sure?

[Yeonjun]: I don't want what happened today to happen again.

[(Y/N)]: don't worry, it won't happen

[(Y/N)]: I just want you again :(

[Yeonjun]: okay, baby

[Yeonjun]: I'll be there in ten

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And that's how you found yourself bent over the kitchen counter, Yeonjun spreading your ass cheeks as he ate you out from behind. He was like a starved animal, slurping up every drop of your wetness. He laid his tongue flat against your pussy and vigorously moved his head from side to side, groaning as he did so. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he drove to to release, cumming in his mouth just like he wanted.

He stood up, his hand on your back to keep you from moving any where else.

"You taste so good, baby." He said, pulling his pants down to reveal his hard cock. "Always so good and ready for me. So perfect." He pushed his cock into your waiting hole. You were still sore and tired from last night, but you didn't care. You'd let him fuck you to sleep again for all you cared. "And all mine." He started fucking into you at a rough pace, not giving you time to get used to it. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you back harshly until your back met with his chest. Your head hung over his shoulder as you moaned in his ear. He attached his lips to your neck, fucking you into oblivion.

Between marking you, he whispered such dirty things into your ear, your cunt clenching around him so tightly. You thought it couldn't get better than this until you felt his hand slide up your body, cupping your breast for a second before sliding up further and going around your neck. He squeezed lightly, but that was all it took for you to cum around him. He watched your face as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

You knew he wouldn't stop, and yet you still begged, even though you didn't want him to stop either. He squeezed tighter on your throat, making it hard for you to breathe. He choked you until you were light headed from a lack of air before he loosened his grip, fucking into you harder. The lightheadedness plus the drag of his swollen cock inside of you gave you a certain high that you couldn't get enough of, and you found yourself cumming once again.

He then pulled out of you and pushed you to your knees where his cock stood right in front of your face. You didn't even need to be told to open your mouth, and you opened wide so Yeonjun could fuck your face. With how turned on you were, it was easy to relax your throat so he could thrust his cock as deep as he could. He was rougher this time than he was the first time, and you so desperately needed it. Spit was drooling down your face and down his cock, and you gagged a few times, but that only seemed to heighten the pleasure for Yeonjun.

You saw his face contort beautifully before he came down your throat.

"You take my cock so well, darling." He smiled, his breath still harsh and sweat dripping down his forehead. He caressed your hair, watching as you started to get tired once again. He was proud of his work.

He picked you up and took you to your bedroom, not bothering to slip some clothes on you. You were already half asleep by now, but you could understand what Yeonjun said to you next as he laid you gently on your bed.

"You're so close..." He said. "Almost ready... I'll take you away from having to work, having to slave on this earth just to live. You'd like that, huh?"

You were so confused with what he was telling you, but for some reason, you couldn't react. You were frozen just like you were in your dream, but you could feel his breaths along your neck as he continued.

"All I need is one more night of you before I can take you home." He said. "...and every last piece of your soul will belong to me and only me. I'll set you free once and for all. See you in your dreams, my darling."

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"My love?" You heard a voice. "Are you ready?"

You blinked your eyes open to see what was going on. You were still in bed, your naked body covered by your sheets. Crouched by your bed was Yeonjun, but he was the Yeonjun from your last dream.

The black eyes, the horns, the evil energy that shook you to your core.

"Are you scared, sweet one?" He asked, a creepy smile on his face. "There's no need. There's a lot of demons like me where you're going."

Did he say...demons? You wanted to ask. You wanted to speak. You wanted to react so badly, but you just couldn't.

"I apologize that you couldn't say goodbye to your friends." He frowned. "But that would've delayed my time with you. That wouldn't be so convenient, would it? But don't worry, I'll say goodbye for you."

It was like he could sense your growing fear. You had hoped this was some nightmare, but it felt so real.

"You must have so many questions. But you can only ask once you're finally free from me, okay?" He smiled once again. Moving to hover over you on the bed. He was fully clothed, but you were not, making you feel extremely vulnerable. His hand wrapped around your neck before he dipped down to press his lips into yours. It made your heart calm down, but you were so confused as to why, especially when you felt his long forked tongue glide into your mouth.

As he kissed you, you felt yourself becoming drowsy again. You fought against it, or at least your tried to, but it was inevitable. The world got darker and darker. You had a haunting feeling that you weren't going to be in this world anymore.

Yeonjun parted from the kiss, but you were continuing to fall into a spiral of darkness, and you felt a overwhelming heat come over you.

"See you in hell, my love."

And then everything went dark.

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