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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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also. 15+16 with eddie fluff/comfort including chris because he’s adorable

You Feel Like Home

Eddie Diaz x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of alcohol

Prompts: #15: “Did you let yourself in?” // #16: “How did you get in my house?”

Category: fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: here’s a lil something because I haven’t posted a x reader in so long. Also I didn’t check for errors cause I'm lazy so ignore any mistakes :)

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It’s raining, the streets were drenching with water and muck which you found yourself staring at as you sat in your car at the intersection.

You had left your job, more like you were fired for something you didn’t do but you hated your job, 100 and 10% despited it and everyone there- needless to say, you didn’t mind not being there anymore.

The shitty weather on top of the idea of having to find a new job was putting more than damper on your day. So here you were in the middle of the day driving to your best friend’s house. He doesn't like to admit that he’s your best friend but he is and you both knew that.

The driveway was empty and the house was dark, at least from what you could see. Hopping out of the car, you make your way to the front door, the rain drenching your clothing. The key to his house hanging from the bunch you held in your hand, you let yourself in.

“Anyone home?” shouting into the dark house, slipping off your shoes.

There was no answer, you assumed Eddie was at work and Chris was still at school which made sense considering it was 2:30 on a Friday afternoon.

A puddle of water trialed behind you on your way to the bathroom, stopping to get a towel from the cupboard. The wet clothes get stripped off and tossed into the tub, making a mental note to come back and put them in the dryer after you get something to wear.

The towel now wrapped around you, you find your way down the hallway and into Eddie’s bedroom. There was a basket of folded laundry on the bed, deciding that it’s probably better to get something from the basket than to tumble through his drawers.

Just as you go to drop the towel, you hear the front door open and then a woman’s voice.

“Shit shit shit” you mumble to yourself and look around the room frantically- there’s no way you could get dressed before the person gets to the room, you have no choice but you stay the way you are.

The footsteps approaching the room, a knock on the door before it opens, Carla sticks her head in the room and you let out a breath of relief.

“Jesus, it’s just you” sitting on the bed, you smile at her and she laughs softly.

“Who’d you think it was hun?”

“I thought Eddie had come home, with a woman. That would have been hard to explain- ya know, a woman in a towel in his bedroom while he’s not home.”

“Mhm hm,” Carla has one of her famous mischievous looks on her face. “Sure, because it’s normal for you to be half naked in his bedroom when he isn't home.” She laughs.

“Were you waiting for him?” she teased, your face twists and you groan.

“Carla! No, god. I had a shitty day and I wanted to hang out. It was raining cats and dogs when I got here and my clothes got wet.” you explain what happened and she gives you a hum, stepping back out and leaving you to change.

You can hear laughter coming from the bedroom down the hall, you make your way there. Chris sat on his bed, looking out his window while he was on the phone.

“Love you too dad, bye” the phone is set beside him on the bed, you knock on the door and Chris looks back, his face lighting up when he sees you.

“Hey kiddo” smiling at the boy who’s now making his way over to you, you step into the room and meet him halfway.

“Hi! What are you doing here?” he asks you, hugging you.

“Came by to see your dad but he wasn’t home. I’m better now because you’re free” looking down at him, Christopher laughs and holds your hand as the two of you walk down the hallway to the living room. Carla brings him a snack and joins the two of you in the living room, Christopher telling you both about his day at school.

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Eddie runs to the front door from his truck, the rain had been pouring all day.

“I’m home!” he shouts, as he steps in only for Carla to shush him from the kitchen.

His face screws and he makes his way down the hallway to Christopher’s room but he wasn't in there. Carla sat in the kitchen reading her book, she smiles when he steps in the kitchen.

“Hey, where’s Chris ?” he asks, washing his hands and pulling a pot out of the cupboard.

“Shower,” shutting the book, she slips it into her bag. “You’re going ?” Eddie glances over his shoulder, pouting slightly. Carla always helps him with dinner and truthfully, she’s the better cook out of the two.

“I’ve got myself a hot date tonight” She tells him, giving him a smile before making her way to the front door.

Eddie follows her, “what? really? But who’s going to keep me company while Chris does his homework ?” his hand coming up to his chest as he sighs dramatically.

Carla’s hand meets his, patting his chest. “Chris is done with his work, he had help” nodding towards the couch, Eddie follows her gesture to see you sleep on the couch.

“When did- are those my clothes ?” his mouth hung in disbelief.

Why were you asleep on his couch in his clothes ? He wasn't even home, how the hell did you get in ?

“Mhm hm” Carla hums, a soft laugh slipping past her lips. “Have fun sugar, I'll be back in the morning. Tell lil man I said bye” She steps out, pulling the door shut behind her.

The pattering of feet pulled Eddie’s attention away from a sleeping you on the couch.

“Dad!” Chris’s smile lit up the room, Eddie found himself smiling at his son.

“Hey buddy” he kneeled to hug him, holding him close after a long day at work.

“How was work ?” Christopher asks his father as the two make their way to the kitchen.

“It was a fine, normal day of us saving the city” Eddie chuckled, smiling at his son who was sitting at the table now. “Hey bud?”

“Mhm hm ?”

“When did y/n get here?”

“I don’t know, she was here when me and Carla got home” he shrugs, turning his attention back to something Eddie had left out on the table.

Eddie is half way into the fridge and it was down to its bare bones. A carton of milk, two eggs left in a tray and a half used stick of butter - guess he had forgotten to go grocery shopping yesterday.

“How does pizza for dinner sound?” Eddie turns to Chris who’s nodding eagerly. Pizza was the way to that kid’s heart.

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dinner was short, the boys talked about their day. Chris told his father all about his day at school and how they learned about the atmosphere and space in science class and Eddie told him about a resume they had today - the safe for work details of course, he always left out the gruesome parts.

“So Carla told me y/n helped with your homework ?”

“Yeah, I only had math work to do. It was easy”

Eddie hums, it was still relatively early and a Friday afternoon, he thought why not have a movie night.

“Here’s the plan for tonight, you tidy up your room real quick and then we can build a fort and have movie night. How does that sound ?”

“Like a plan!” he smiles at Eddie before getting up. Eddie sits at the table watching Chris make his way into the hallway and towards the bathroom.

The sound of a snore brought him back to reality, he remembered you were still on the couch asleep. He quietly got up and made his way over, crouching in front of the couch.

You looked at peace, which was strange to him because the two of you are always bickering or poking each other about something. The only times he had seen you smile was if someone made fun of him or if you were with Chris - he had never actually seen you relaxed.

“Take a picture and leave or I'm filing a restraining order” you mumble sleepily. Eddie laughed, you were always teasing him about his stare.

Eddie stands, lifting your legs and sitting before dropping them down onto his lap. “How did you get in my house? Did you let yourself in?”

“I used the key” rolling onto your jacket, you shift upwards slightly. The disapproval on Eddie’s face was very much visible.

“I gave you that key for emergencies!”

“It was an emergency!”

Eddie sighs, his hand rubbing the piece of bare skin showing from the rolled up pants. The room is quick, the sound of the rain pouring echoed through the house.

“What’s on your mind ? I can practically see the wrinkles forming on your face”

“Hey!” you nudged him with your foot while he laughed. “Nothing,” sitting up to face him properly. “I just had a shitty day and wanted to see my bes- my friend.”

A small smile appeared on his face. “Your what ?” “Shut up Eddie”

“No no, say it” he grabs your foot, his fingers reaching to the sole of your foot. Your eyes widen, shaking your head. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh but I do” he smirks before tickling the bottom of your foot. You try to pull your foot away but you’re laughing and wiggling around on the couch so much that you end up rolling off but your foot is still on Eddie’s lap.

There you were lying diagonally off the couch with your feet on his lap. He shifts to the floor, now sitting beside you. The two of you have your backs up against the couch.

“Seriously, talk to me. What’s up ?”

“Just wanted some company. Work was shitty and I- I don’t know. I didn’t know where to go. There’s nothing waiting for me at my place, the weather’s kinda depressing so I didn’t want to go drinking because it would just make me sad” you chuckle, turning your head to face him.

“I got in the car and just drove and I ended up here. This is home, you know? ” you admit. Humming, he smiles.

“I’m glad you felt like you could come here.”

“Well I know you couldn’t kick me out. You love me and my puppy face too much” you pout playfully making his laugh before nudging you with his shoulder.

Eddie’s arm is now over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “You’re welcomed here anytime.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Tilting your head from his shoulder, you're now face to face with him. There had always been unspoken feelings between the two of you, everyone could see that - even the two of you.

He leans in, a hand cupping your cheek like it was chiseled to fit the curve of your structure perfectly.

The palm of your hand wraps around his wrist, leaning closer to him.

This was the moment you were waiting for.

“DAD!” Chris shouts, causing Eddie to pull away. Not that either of you minded but there does that moment.

“Yeah ?” His hand was still cupping your cheek. “Can we watch a movie now?”

“Of course, pick one out.” He moves his hand to give the remote to Chris, you cheek cold from the loss of touch.

The 3 of you settle into the couch, Christopher between the two of you. The boy settled on Space Jam though he had seen it a million times.

Eddie’s arm is stretched over the back of the couch. It was bent at an awkward position, his fingers barely grazing your cheek, letting you know that he’s right there.

The two of you shared stolen glances all night, watching each other more than the movie. Eventually Chris fell asleep between the two of you.

You felt safe, peaceful, home.

This felt like home.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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not allowed ii, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x est. relationship yoongi

summary: You know Min Yoongi loves you when he invites Jeon Jungkook to fuck you. Not just for you, but for Jungkook too. You would have been cool with it being a one-time thing. BTS are busy after all. 2021 New Year’s Eve Live just aired and Jungkook’s in your Twitter search history again. But surely Yoongi wouldn’t ask Jungkook to drop by again... and watch?!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship with Yoongi (and they’re fluffy and in love); tiny bit of crack; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, voyeurism, m-receiving oral, face-fucking, fingering, thigh-riding, cowgirl, handjob, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; takes place after 2021 NYEL

it’s mostly JK smut with a bit of Yoongi, he’s still recovering after all

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“You looked so handsome.”

He chuckled as you ran your hands through his black locks, damp from his shower.

“Seeing you with them on stage again makes me so happy.”

He smiled, hands on your waist, letting you mess with his hair.

“Me too,” your boyfriend said softly, looking so beautiful, so perfect, just like this, bare-faced and happy.

You placed your forehead against his exposed one, looking into his dark brown eyes. He looked amused, as if he knew what you were going to say.

“I love you, Min Yoongi.”

“Ah, yes, tell me more,” Yoongi purred. “Tell me how much of a perfect man I am.”

You laughed, lifting your head. “No, no, I’ve decided against that,” you played along, shaking your finger at him. “Because you didn’t immediately say ‘I love you’ back.”

Yoongi scrunched up his face. “Hah…” He looked away. You prodded him in a nose and he gave you a disgruntled huff, ears turning red. He wasn’t keeping it from you because he didn’t love you. He was keeping it from you because he was being difficult on purpose. You tapped his cheek.

“Wa-a-ting, lil meow meow…”

He glared at you disapprovingly.

“Lil…” You leaned down, next to his heated ear. Speaking softer, slower. “Meow meow.”

“I love you,” Yoongi grumbled.

Your hands ran down his chest, nails against the white t-shirt fabric, breathing heavier, more sensually. He sucked in a tight breath.

“Don’t,” he warned.

You stopped and sighed, falling beside him, on his right. “Ah, you’re right. Sorry,” you apologized, rubbing your brow. “I got carried away.”

Yoongi sighed. “You know I don’t mean it like that.”

You reached down to intertwine your fingers with his right hand. “I know. I can tell.”

“… Shut up.”

He knew you were addressing the tent in his pants that you very much wanted to touch.

“If I just blow you, it should be fine?”

Yoongi sighed again, shaking his head. “No, because I can’t reciprocate as well as I would like and that’s not fair to you.”

You didn’t press it. That kind of thing didn’t matter to you, but it mattered to Yoongi, so you let it be. Maybe you could have done it anyway, but you knew that wouldn’t make him happy. It was better to simply wait, even if he was allowed to be on stage again, at least partially. He was recovering at a good pace. Both of you agreed to be patient and sometimes had to keep the other in check.

“When do you have to go back to work?” he asked quietly.

“Soon.”

“You don’t have to go back.”

You laughed. “And do what? Become your maid?”

Yoongi grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Someone will find out.”

His grin faltered and he leaned his head against your shoulder. “Yeah.” His voice was small, barely above a whisper. “But I’m feel the happiest when I’m with you.”

“I’m always with you, Yoongi.” You reached over and tapped the left side of his chest. “Right here.”

You felt him stiffen at your touch, a little embarrassed at the cheesy movement. His brown eyes flickered up to your face, to your smirk. Because, of course, you had done it on purpose to fluster him, even if you meant it. He pouted at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Hm, that’s not what your Twitter search history says.”

“E… eh?” you uttered, feeling the heat rise to your face. “You were looking through my phone?”

“Does you leaving the screen on count as looking through your phone?”

You looked away from Yoongi’s teasing eyes. You were about to say something but Yoongi squeezed your hand, leaning in closer.

“No, no, don’t say that. I want you to tell me.” His lips against your ear, sending shivers down your neck. “I want to know everything, my love.”

Shit. You could feel your heart race when he spoke like that, so low and dangerous. You tried to keep your hormones in check, not wanting to get turned on and jump him, because if he kept this up, you most certainly would.

“Ah, well… he just… looked so nice in the Dynamite and Best of Me performance. And the Mic Drop performance. Not as nice as you, of course,” you added with a slight puff of pride, squeezing his hand back.

“Nice save.”

“Hey, I mean it,” you retorted. “Hmph.”

He chuckled, raspy and lovely. “I know you do.” He kissed your ear lightly. “But I also know Jungkookie is missing his noona, so I had to make sure you were still wet for him.”

Before you make a snarky remark, the front door opened.

Your eyes went wide and you snapped your head back to the mischievous expression on Min Yoongi’s face.

“Y-Yoongi!” you hissed under your breath. “You’re right here!”

He ticked his head, smirking at you. “That I am.” His voice dropped several octaves as you heard the relocking of the door and the removal of shoes. “And now, so is Jungkook.”

You paled. Was Yoongi going to watch you or something? There was no way you could initiate anything sexual with Jungkook with Yoongi next to you! You felt your cheeks burn as Yoongi smirked triumphantly, pink tongue running over his teeth. Wasn’t this taking it too far–?

“Noona?” came the gentle voice of Jeon Jungkook, with just a hint of teasing. “Are you aslee–HYUNG?”

Evidently, Jungkook thought the exact same thing.

You bolted up from the bed, eyes wide as Jungkook rounded the corner and abruptly stopped, wearing an oversized long-sleeved black shirt. Black sweatpants. Black hair fluffy and curly around his cheeks, looking so soft that you wanted to run your fingers through it. He was taken aback at the appearance of Yoongi, who lifted himself from the bed like a cat, in one smooth motion. His right hand raised and ruffled his shorter black hair, raspy chuckle on his lips as he witnessed your and Jungkook’s equally stunned expressions.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped down and he looked away quickly, realizing Yoongi was in his boxer briefs and still semi-hard from being so close to you. His eyes darted everywhere in the room, unable to look at you or Yoongi. There were probably a million things going on in his head as he fixated on a spot on the floor, eyes open and unblinking.

One, it was obvious why he was there.

Two, Yoongi was also here?

Three, if he looked at you sexually, wouldn’t that be weird, because Yoongi was here??

Four, why is Yoongi here???

“I should g-go–” Jungkook sputtered, angling his body away from the bedroom.

“Jungkook, come here.”

Yoongi’s stern voice froze the younger man in mid-movement, leg raised awkwardly in the air. Jungkook was still not looking at either of you.

“You came here for a reason, didn’t you?”

“Ah… hyung, I was only–”

“Don’t insult my girlfriend by pretending you don’t want her.”

You could tell those words made Jungkook pause. He turned around, slowly, eyes flickering to Yoongi’s calm face. Yoongi cocked his head at in your direction, dark brown eyes boring into Jungkook’s. You sat there, frozen in one of Yoongi’s oversized t-shirts, witnessing the interaction that was probably a lot more tense for you and Jungkook than it was for Yoongi. Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, revealing the tiny mole under it, uncertainty etched on his features.

“She’s already told me how good you made her feel.”

Jungkook flinched. His eyes flickered to you. “R-really?”

“W-well… he asked?” you replied, wringing your hands nervously. “He wanted to know the details.”

Jungkook’s tan skin paled a bit. “O-oh…”

Yoongi cracked his neck, sliding into his computer chair. He seemed very pleased with himself. Too pleased. Smug, even. “I especially liked the part where you spanked her. She can be a bad girl sometimes.”

Instantly, Jungkook turned into a tomato. “T-that was in the h-heat of the moment, I s-swear…”

“Yeah?” Yoongi hummed knowingly.

You made the mistake of looking at Yoongi’s eyes. Dark and alluring, noticing your gaze immediately and honing in on it. His lips curved into his trademark open-mouthed smirk. Fuck. You loved it when he did that. Too much. He knew it too. Fuck. Fuck. Yoongi was doing it on purpose, enjoying his effect on you as he ran a pale hand through his hair, separating the dark strands, flexing his fingers as he did so.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Take off the shirt.”

He was staring at you, so he obviously meant you. You gulped.

“Yoongi, are you su–”

He interrupted you, dark eyes flashing. “Take it off.”

Your eyes shifted to Jungkook, whose doe-like brown eyes were fixated on you too, unable to look away now because Yoongi had given you an order. And you could tell Yoongi that you weren’t going to do it, but Jungkook was wanting it, needing it, the tent in his pants growing, anxiously chewing his pink lip raw, and, fuck, you could refuse but Jungkook looked so desperate and delectable that your fingers went to the hem of the shirt, eyes flickering back to Yoongi, who grinned at you.

Deep down, you wanted to please Yoongi too, and he seemed very, very satisfied to watch you lift the shirt up and over your head. He purred your name, in that enticing way you loved.

“Give it to me.”

You tossed it to him and Yoongi caught it in the air. The action made your tits bounce and your ass rise a little, giving Jungkook a clear view of your body in your black bra and panties, seamless, comfortable, molded so perfectly to your curves that Jungkook’s lower lip popped out of his teeth, wet and glistening as he gawked at you.

“Hyung,” Jungkook swallowed. “I c-couldn’t… not in front of you…”

Yoongi turned his attention from you to the maknae, looking unsurprised as Jungkook continued to focus on your body. The way Yoongi spoke sent hot, arousing shivers down your spine. His words sounded familiar, echoing the text he had sent you that day.

“You’re not allowed to leave until your noona is satisfied.”

I want you to tell me.

Fuck, Min Yoongi really was your perfect man.

Your eyes locked with Jungkook’s. If Yoongi didn’t want this to happen, he wouldn’t have let Jungkook keep the key. He wouldn’t have told Jungkook it was okay to come over. He wouldn’t have stayed if he didn’t want to watch. And Jungkook’s resolve was cracking with his hyung’s words and his noona’s nearly naked body right in front of him.

Jungkook breathed your name, hesitant, needy.

No honorifics.

A slow smirk grew on your lips.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you purred. “Don’t you want my taste in your mouth again?” You saw the younger man’s breathing hitch. “My hands all over you?” Jungkook was taking a step towards you now, his fluffy hair sliding down to shroud his face. Your gaze darted to Yoongi for half a second. He cocked his eyebrows, nodding at you. Telling you it was okay. You looked back to Jungkook’s hungry eyes, chest rising and falling as he approached the bed.

“My pussy squeezing your cock?”

A low groan dripped from Jungkook’s lips at your words. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white.

“H-hyung.” Jungkook swallowed hard and tore his eyes away from you to Yoongi. “I… I won’t be able to hold back.”

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, settling comfortably. The expression on his face was approval, his dark brown eyes glittering with mischief, pink lips curled into a devious smirk. His tone was a low, mind-numbing drawl, the one he used when he was on top of you, cock-deep and pressing your legs against your chest, whispering dirty words right against your lips.

“Good, because she deserves everything. I want her to be ruined.”

…

You should have been more careful about your crush on Jungkook. Yoongi was definitely going to use it against you now. Ack. What was he so observant for? You wouldn’t have done anything, but now Jungkook was crawling on the bed, breathing hard, looking so delicious and hot that you couldn’t back out now even if you wanted. More hair slid in front of his left eye, covering it, the other single chocolate orb unblinking as he licked his lips slowly.

“Did you miss me, Jungkook?”

He smiled, naughty and apologetic at the same time. “So much, noona.” He stopped right in front of you, eyes roaming your body. “But I wanted to wait until Yoongi-hyung said it was okay.”

“What a good boy,” you praised and Jungkook’s ears turned pink. “When did Yoongi say it was okay?”

Jungkook chewed on his lip, eyes shifting around nervously. “Erm… this morning…”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Yoongi. The older man chuckled. “I told you Jungkookie missed being dick-deep in his noona.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook whined.

“Bet you jacked off thinking about it after it happened,” you teased.

“Noona…” He pouted at you. You leaned forward, breath against his lips, making him shiver.

“You can tell me,” you murmured. “I want to know.”

You reached up and pushed his long black locks out of his eyes, running your hands through his hair. Oh, so soft and luscious. He smelled so good, clean, fresh, and sensual, different from Yoongi’s pine-scented cologne, but also familiar and inviting. Jungkook lips parted at your closeness, eyes dropping down to your cleavage displayed right in front of him.

“I did,” he whispered, somewhat ashamedly. “You tasted so good.” He moved closer to you. “Smelled so good.” Closer, lips brushing against yours. “Felt so fucking good, wet and tight around my cock.”

Fuck, Jeon Jungkook was the epitome of lust.

You pressed your lips against his, inhaling his scent, tangling your fingers in his hair. He whimpered into your mouth as you kissed him hard, tongue sliding in, teasing him as you flitted it in and out. You heard Yoongi hum, as if to say, finally. Your eyes cracked open, shifting to him and his amused expression.

“Stop holding back,” Yoongi chuckled. “I know you want him more than that.”

Was he really going to heckle you this entire time? You narrowed your eyes, growling into Jungkook’s mouth and grabbing his head, raising yourself up and fucking his lips with your tongue roughly, making Jungkook moan and squirm under you, hands flying up to your waist to grab it and hold on as you sucked on his lower lip, raking it with your teeth before releasing him. Jungkook gasped, pressing his fingertips into your skin.

“Don’t disappoint me,” Yoongi breathed. The arousal within you sparked as Yoongi said your name, coaxing the fire, igniting it. “You better make Jungkook scream.”

“H-hyung?” Jungkook yelped. Yelped because your hands gripped his shirt, pulling it up and over, breaking his grip on you as his head popped out, long hair flaring out as you flung it aside before sliding down to his stomach. His eyes widened as you spread your knees, ass up as your tongue slid over his abs, soft lips working on his flesh.

“A-ah, fuck…”

You drew patterns on his skin as you kissed upwards, nipping lightly, leaving little red marks. Ugh, such a beautiful body, with sculpted muscles and glorious tan skin. Your hands crawled up his sides, digging your nails in, relishing in his cries of pleasure that vibrated through his chest as you reached his pecs.

Holy hell.

Jungkook really must have been working out lately. Your fingers danced up his back, tracing the muscles, licking slowly up his sternum. You heard him inhale sharply and your eyes went up to his face, his hair hanging down, watching you with his mouth open, Adam’s apple bobbing as he breathed.

“You’re so sexy,” he panted.

You slid your head to the side, tongue dragging over his hot skin, breathing over it. He gasped as the tip touched his nipple, teasing it lightly as you raked your nails down his broad back.

The sounds he made had your panties drenched between your thighs.

You kissed your way to the other side, pressing your lips against his nipple, scratching up and down his back, snickering as Jungkook came undone above you, tipping his head back as he moaned. You kissed up his chest, to his trembling neck, pushing his head back down to you so you could kiss him again, deeply, hungrily, growling his name against his mouth. His kiss was like a drug, so addictive and euphoric, making you want him more and more, craving his shaking breath against your lips.

Your palm pressed against the front of his sweatpants, grinning as you felt his hardness throb.

Jungkook started, drawing back from your kiss, lips swollen from your roughness. You held onto him, gripping his cock through the fabric. You arched an eyebrow, smirk growing on your lips, revealing your teeth. He gulped loudly.

“I… I like it when you kiss me,” he mumbled.

“Only like?” you purred, stroking his bulge. He groaned, bucking into your hand.

“N-no,” Jungkook breathed. “I love it.”

You yanked his pants and underwear down together, dropping down, hearing Yoongi’s snicker of amusement as you came face to face with Jungkook’s length. Already so hard, tip glistening with pre-cum, waiting for your mouth. Jungkook made an anxious noise, realizing Yoongi was, indeed, still present as you swallowed his cock, taking it all in your mouth.

Your boyfriend, superstar rapper of BTS, Min Yoongi was watching you blow the golden maknae Jeon Jungkook right on his bed.

The thought made you wetter, tongue wrapping around the head and sucking hard, making Jungkook hump your mouth, gasping your name. It made him slide further down your throat, your tongue rubbing the bottom of his cock.

“Do what you do for me,” Yoongi drawled. “Lick his balls.”

“W-wait, I want to stay in her mouth a little–what the fuck,” Jungkook groaned as his head snapped down, eyes widening as he realized what you were doing. “There’s no fucking way.”

You went all the way down, the head buried in your throat, nose into his crotch, tongue extended as you licked his balls fervently, simultaneously deep-throating him and tonguing his balls. You hummed softly, adding vibrations to the list of sensations. Jungkook seemed lost of words, moaning incoherently as you rutted his cock into your throat, squeezing it. Saliva dripped down, covering his balls and your hand came up to smear it around, cupping and massaging them.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck,” Jungkook gasped, hardening even more, so stiff his cock bent against the roof of your mouth, barely able to fit. “H-how…?”

“Talent,” Yoongi chuckled, pleased.

You released his wet balls to place your hand on his hips, bobbing your head up and down. Jungkook shuddered, thighs shaking as you began to suck harder, tighter, clamping him in your warm, wet vice, not giving him a chance to catch his breath as you built a furious pace. His balls slapped against your chin, but you ignored it, completely focused on ramming his hips into your face.

“How is your mouth so good? So perfect, fuck, hyung you’re so lucky…”

Yoongi chuckled. “What are you talking about? She’s giving it to you right now.”

Jungkook could only respond with an incomprehensible wail as you reached around, feeling for his large hand and placing it on the back of your head.

“That means fuck her face.” Yoongi spoke for you considering you had Jungkook’s entire thick cock jammed down your throat.

“Are y-you sure?” Jungkook gasped, looking down at you. You raised an eyebrow.

“Do it, Jungkookie,” Yoongi nudged, his deep voice breathless and commanding. “Give her what she wants.��

Jungkook clenched his jaw and rolled his hips into your lips, gasping at the added tightness. Your brows furrowed, now completely focused on keeping your mouth and throat muscles tensed as Jungkook wildly thrusted into your face, hand gripping the back of your head, moaning so loudly that the sound filled the whole room with his lust. His muscles rippled above you, so sexy and beautiful that your whimpered around his cock, digging your nails into his hips as you held on.

Your eyes widened as you heard Yoongi get up, his fingertips touching your ass. A familiar, sexual touch that you had longed for all this time.

“Don’t worry,” Yoongi said softly, stroking your skin as Jungkook continued to shove his cock into your face. “I’ll be careful.”

He was talking about himself, not you. He was the one you were worried about, not you. Not you as your eyes rolled back into your head, Yoongi’s fingers slipping under your panties, sliding into your wet heat, his thumb pressed against your clit. The force of Jungkook’s thrusts made you back up into Yoongi’s hand, fucking his fingers as Jungkook humped your face.

“H-hyung, I’m close…” Jungkook gasped, realizing Yoongi was now next to the bed, casually fingering your pussy as he face-fucked you.

“Go ahead,” Yoongi said calmly. “Cum down her throat.”

Jungkook slowed down a little but Yoongi growled, warning him.

“Come on, Jungkook, do it.”

And then the pace roughened, Jungkook chasing his release in your tight mouth, your jaw aching as Yoongi’s fingers buried into your folds, humming approvingly as your walls clenched around them, dripping down his palm.

“That’s it,” Yoongi breathed. “You finally get what you’ve always wanted.” He leaned down, closer to your ear, both of Jungkook’s hands in your hair to hold you in place as you squeezed the head of his cock with your throat. “And I don’t even have to do anything, since Jungkook is strong enough to do the work for both of us.”

You whined, your climax thundering into you unexpectedly with Yoongi’s deep drawl so close to you, Jungkook’s clean cologne mixed with the scent of sex coming from both you and him. Yoongi grinned as your pussy throbbed around his long fingers, viscous liquid sliding down his wrist. Your entire body shivered, vibrating Jungkook’s cock, and he moaned above you, spurting down your throat with a groan of your name. Oh, yes. So delicious and so much. You swallowed greedily, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure warmed you from your core and your mouth, sucking the drips off the sensitive head.

“Fuck,” Jungkook gasped, knees giving out a little, making your body dip, your hard nipples brushing against the sheets. His hands lowered, gripping your shoulders tightly. You felt Yoongi remove his fingers, licking them off, moaning in satisfaction. Slowly, gingerly, Jungkook pulled back, your lips tightening as he backed off.

“N-noona, please…”

Reluctantly, you let go. Jungkook gulped, eyes flickering to Yoongi, who turned around and went back to his computer chair, sitting back down. He looked up at Jungkook, raising an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?”

“A-ah… well…” Jungkook rubbed the back of his head.

“Does she seem satisfied to you?”

Jungkook looked over to you as you removed your panties, chucking them to Yoongi. He caught them out of the air, smirking as Jungkook’s eyes followed the journey of your panties. He jumped as he heard you open the nightstand drawer, taking out the box of condoms once again and selecting one as if you were at the fucking buffet picking a damn entrée. Jungkook wiggled out of his clothes, kicking them off the bed even as his brain considered uneasily. His body was already deciding for him.

“Uh…”

You grabbed Jungkook by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. He was not as dominant as he was when you were alone, but that was probably nerves due to Yoongi’s presence. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that Yoongi sniffed your panties and licked them before placing them on his crotch.

You blinked at him. He gave you an open-mouthed smirk as response.

You swore Yoongi was not this freaky before he met you. He matched your wavelength in his own way and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. You slid down Jungkook’s abs, eyes still on Yoongi, careful to place your knees so Jungkook’s left thigh was trapped between them.

Then you sat down.

Jungkook gasped at the contact of your dripping wet pussy hitting his muscle. Your grinded into his thigh, looking back at into those big doe eyes as he gawked at you. You tilted your head, reaching back and unhooking your bra. You hand caught the black cups before it fell, hiding your nipples from him.

Jungkook whined as you rubbed your swollen clit against his skin.

You chuckled, gazing down at his swelling cock. “Need you to be hard for me again, Jungkookie, so I can ride you.”

He bit his lip as you continued to rub your juices onto his thigh. He tensed it under you and you hissed appreciatively, flinging your bra aside as you grabbed his cock with one hand, stroking it to full hardness as you abused your clit against his firm thigh, increasing the sensitivity. His eyes darkened from his hair covering his face, slipping to his other, more feral side, the duality so delicious you felt yourself squelch against him.

Jungkook cocked a dark eyebrow, smirk on his lips. “So wet for me. Want my cock that bad?”

You ripped the condom open, tossing the wrapper aside, matching his smirk as you rolled it down his throbbing length.

“Gonna fuck you until you can’t think anymore, Jungkook.”

And then you lifted yourself from his leg and sat down on his cock.

Jungkook gasped sharply, throwing his head back into the pillows as you fitted yourself around his stiff length, not letting him get used to it, not letting yourself get used to it as you began to smack your hips into his, his eyelids fluttering helplessly, moans radiating off the walls.

Yoongi chuckled. “You’re heartless. He’s going to cum in two seconds.”

You grinned, placing your hands above Jungkook’s shoulders and fucking him into the bed, thrusting him into you so hard that Jungkook yelped, sound of skin on skin wetly crashing against firmness, lewd and obscene. Fuck, he felt so good, thick and pulsing against your walls, his breathless whimpers spurring you on as you clenched around him, your pussy pumping his cock.

“Look at you, Jungkook,” you panted, slamming your hips together and making him groan again, clutching fistfuls of pillows. Your breasts bounced with your movements, hypnotizing him. His hair was spread out in black messy curls, framing his chiseled jaw and blown-out pupils, the mole underneath his lower lip trembling as he struggled to hold on to your untamed wildness. “Needed my pussy so bad, hm? Needed noona to take care of you, didn’t you? Bet you begged Yoongi to let you have me again.”

Jungkook’s eyes went wide, jerking his head towards Yoongi as his hyung grinned devilishly.

“And you would be right,” Yoongi purred.

“Hyung!”

You snickered, fucking him harder, faster, giving him a full body roll onto his dick and Jungkook’s head slammed back into the pillows, neck muscles tightening as he belted your name from the top of his lungs, chest shaking as he came. His cock jolted against your walls, pumping the condom full as you massaged his entire length, exhaling his name as you came as well, eyes closing in satisfaction. Your hands slid down to Jungkook’s shoulders, kneading them in your hands.

Even if your heart was Yoongi’s, your body could be equally turned on by both men. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Jungkook, because of course you did.

But Yoongi and you…

You looked over to Yoongi and he nodded, sliding up to the side of the bed with his computer chair.

The way his lyrics felt like your thoughts, the way that he took complex emotions and turned them into simple, elegant phrases, the way he looked at you, knowing you in a way that was more than just love, but also understanding the good and bad, the two sides of the same coin. He was open and honest with you, never letting you feel bad about your nonconformist beliefs, never judging you even if it was abnormal or unorthodox.

Such as sitting on Jeon Jungkook’s dick right now, running your nails over his sculpted chest and making him moan under you as Yoongi smiled. Well, he too was pleased Jungkook was having a good time. He did love the maknae quite a lot. Even sent him a long text telling him (and Kim Taehyung, of course). You, like everyone else, had that on tape, including Kim Seokjin feeding an unsuspecting Yoongi an empty calm shell afterward.

You smiled at the memory.

You leaned over to Yoongi, kissing him softly as he met you in the middle.

“Want to blow you while he’s fucking me,” you murmured into Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi shook his head, pouting slightly. “Hah, don’t tempt me.”

You squeezed Jungkook’s cock inside you and Jungkook groaned, hardening at the stimulation. “At least a handjob?” you pleaded. “Please, Yoongi.”

Jungkook patted your thigh and you felt him reach down, holding onto the condom. You lifted your hips and he slid out with a gasp, stunned by the sensitivity. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you, before sighing heavily, rubbing his forehead with his right hand. You grinned as Yoongi reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a spare towel, throwing it at Jungkook so he could clean himself up.

“Okay, okay,” he gave in, getting up from the chair so you could lower his underwear. “My physical therapist is gonna kill me.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You told your physical therapist you have a girlfriend?”

Yoongi frowned. “Of course not. But it was heavily implied not to exert myself outside of physical therapy.”

You slid his boxer briefs down, freeing his incredibly hard cock, definitely ignored all this time. The head was purple red, desperate to be touched.

“A handjob isn’t physical exertion, hyung,” Jungkook mumbled, stroking his cock as he stared at your ass.

Yoongi moved away from you to sit on the bed, smushing all the pillows so he had a small mountain of softness to lay against. “Yes, well,” Yoongi grumbled, spreading his legs for you as you dipped down, ass up in the air for Jungkook. “I can’t control myself around her. Don’t want to take it too far.”

Jungkook sucked on his teeth at the image of your hand wrapping around Yoongi’s cock, stroking it slowly. You moaned softly, leaning against Yoongi’s thigh, feeling the familiar hardness and contours of his veins imprinted into your palm, Yoongi’s shallow breathing as you pumped him.

“Excuse me, you are supposed to be cock-deep in her pussy,” Yoongi barked at Jungkook, who started, fumbling with the box of condoms.

“Uh… are you sure?”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure, get your dick in there.”

You turned your head to look at Jungkook inquisitively, shaking your ass at him.

“Please, Jungkook?”

Apparently, that was all the enticing Jungkook needed because he immediately ripped open a condom and shoved it onto his cock before scooting up to you and gripping your hips. Yoongi grinned, patting your head as Jungkook slid into you once again, eyelids fluttering at the sensation.

“See,” Yoongi purred. “Now I don’t have to feel guilty that you’re not getting the good dicking you deserve.”

You smeared his pre-cum down the head and Yoongi moaned, tipping his head back into the headboard.

“Missed your cock, Yoongi,” you breathed, watching his delicate features twist in pleasure as you increased your pace, feeling Jungkook roll his hips into you, going slow and steady so as not to blow his load within seconds.

Yoongi smirked. “I know, but health comes first. Maybe next time I’ll let you get spit-roasted by Jungkook and I.”

You felt Jungkook’s fingertips dig into your hips. “R-really?” he blurted, far too quickly to censor himself.

Yoongi turned his attention from you, cocking an eyebrow.

“I-I mean…” Jungkook sputtered.

“Well,” Yoongi said calmly, smiling. “Guess I promised now, so I suppose it’s going to happen at some point.”

You chuckled. “Which hole do you want?” you teased.

Yoongi growled, closing his eyes, imagining it. “Fuck, I don’t know.” He gasped with Jungkook as you increased in speed on his cock and rammed your hips back into Jungkook’s. “We’d have to do both for me to be satisfied.”

You raised your eyebrows.

Well.

“What Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets.”

Yoongi chuckled as Jungkook moaned at the thought, grasping your hips tighter and fucking your harder, his cock hitting you deeply, making your gasp. Yoongi’s eyes cracked open and looked at you, devious and dangerous.

“Jungkook.” Yoongi called for the maknae’s attention. “Spank her.”

Your eyes widened and you cried out as Jungkook’s large palm smacked your ass, making your pussy clench around his cock. Your free hand came up and slammed against the headboard, not wanting to unnecessarily grip Yoongi’s arm even if it was his right. Yoongi eyes darkened with lust, smirk growing as you gripped his cock harder, jacking him off roughly.

“I love your fingers wrapped around my cock,” Yoongi breathed against your lips. “More, Jungkook.”

You felt the stinging pain radiate up your ass, the sound echoing off the walls as Jungkook growled, thrusting violently with repeated, wet squelches, your cum dripping down his thighs and yours, getting wetter and wetter as he slapped your ass and made your pussy throb around his cock. He was stronger than Yoongi and his slaps were a little inexperienced, but it felt good all the same, good because you could feel Yoongi getting hotter and harder in your hands, thighs tensing as he neared his release, Jungkook rambling behind you.

“F-fuck, you feel so good,” Jungkook snarled. “Such a fucking good pussy, so fucking tight and wet. Can’t help but want you, can’t help but think about fucking you, fuck.”

Yoongi shifted his gaze to your ass bouncing as Jungkook fucked and spanked it, turning it a red. Your nails curled into the headboard, barely taking tight gasps as your orgasm neared, threatening you.

“Close,” he breathed. “Fuck, you look so good being abused by Jungkook’s cock.”

You chewed on your lip, determined to get Yoongi off before yourself, clenching your jaw. You felt Yoongi hiss, pressing his head against the headboard, eyes shifting to lock with yours. Your name slid out of his lips in a euphoric exhale, his control slipping as he groaned, cock jerking into your hand. You gasped as he came.

Holy fuck.

Yoongi hadn’t cum in so long that the force of his orgasm splattered up your chest, painting your tits with thick white strings and staining you with his scent. You pussy clenched and suddenly you felt your own orgasm crash down, no longer inhibited due to your surprise, sending shocks of pleasure through your body as your pussy spasmed around Jungkook’s cock, choking the oversensitive head. Jungkook came with a sharp yelp of your name, burying his nails and fingertips into your hips, bruising you for sure, but all three of you were trapped in the chain reaction of orgasm that it became a mix of different pornographic sounds of release booming against the apartment walls.

Once again, soundproofing was really saving your asses here because all three of you seemed to forget that none of this should be happening.

The ecstasy slowly, slowly trickled away. Jungkook’s hands loosened their grip on you, his body sliding down and leaning against your back. He was panting hard, his sweat sticking to your skin, heart thudding in time with yours. Yoongi finally opened his dark eyes, staring down at your cum-covered breasts with a dry chuckle.

“Whoops.”

You pressed your forehead against the cool headboard, your tits hitting his upper arm. Yoongi clicked his tongue as his own cum dripped on his shirt.

“Serves you right,” you muttered.

“My dick is passing out,” Jungkook whined.

Yoongi shrugged. “Isn’t today your off day anyway?”

Jungkook squeezed you tightly, hope rising in his voice. “Y-yeah.”

Yoongi hummed. “The others might find out.”

Jungkook sucked in his cheek. “Who cares?” he chirped defiantly.

You felt Yoongi let out a raspy laugh.

“Ah, they’re going to be so jealous of you, Jungkookie.”

part iii “You’re not allowed to say such things.”

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mrsnegan · 3 years

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I love your fics. They are so awesome. You are an amazing writer. The way you write Negan. Hot damn!!

I was just wondering if it would be possible to have a part 2 of the prison negan x reader one.

That was hooooottt! Now I need her to get the keys or Negan gets out and instead of leaving he decides “nope I need to screw my ray of sunshine for real 😂”.

[Thank you so much for your praise! 🥰 I'm always so happy about feedback like this. And of course, it was my pleasure to write another part as I also enjoyed writing the first one. 💛]

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, oral sex (f and m receiving), rough sex, fluff

Part 1

Two weeks passed. Two weeks in which you couldn't visit Negan the way you wanted to. Two weeks which consisted of lustful looks and gestures too innocent for your taste. You wanted to be alone with him again, to be near him, without the damn bars. It was torture of sorts, you could also see it in his gaze whenever you brought him his meals. But time was cut short for the both of you, no night shifts or other duties for you to sneak down to Negan.

Being horny was an understatement by the thirteenth day, the amount of times you had touched yourself to your blurry memory of getting yourself off in front of him, his seed running down your fingers after he came in your hand, it was madness. Never before did you lust after a man so obsessively, it wasn't even funny anymore. And morally ambiguous, since Negan was still a prisoner, someone who was hated by most of Alexandria's people.

Sighing, you cleaned your plate, letting it dry next to the sink. It was already dark outside, the weather an unpleasant mix of rain and wind. Too cold outside to enjoy a nice glass of wine on your front porch. Wine, another one of those luxurious things you found in your basement. Whoever stored it there, you thanked them lots of times for a bit of normality in those God-forsaken times. So you let yourself sink into your sofa instead, the glass of wine in your hand. The blood red liquid looked absolutely stunning, a real treat, and just when your lips touched the rim of your glass, a knock on your door disturbed your inner peace.

You put down your glass, rolling your eyes dramatically before you got up and opened the door.

The shock plain on your face, you nearly tripped over your own feet.

"Hey doll." His mischievous grin made his dimples more prominent while he leaned casually at your door frame, in the pouring rain, as if he didn't escape his damn cell.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Are you crazy?", you whispered perplexed, pulling him into your house. You closed the door and locked it immediately, looking him up and down.

He was dripping onto the floor, his clothes clinging to his lean body, shivering slightly.

"I didn't escape if that's what you're thinking. Well, I sort of did, but just because Gabbey left the cell unlocked, don't ask me why, he just closed the cell door behind him without locking the fucking thing. Must be stressed, our holy priest."

With your mouth slightly agape (because of the shock or him, the object of your wet dreams, in front of you, you couldn't tell), you stared at him.

"Yeah, great to see you too", he mumbled.

You shook your head in disbelieve, slowly regaining your senses.

"You can't stay, Negan. They will notice you're gone and..."

He shut you up with a surprising kiss, fast as lightning he was right in front of you, his wet hands in your hair.

When he let go, your breathing matched his own.

"I ain't going anywhere. And when I'm done with you, I will return to this fucking cell, like the good 'lil prisoner I am", he whispered into your ear, nibbling at your ear lope.

"I need you, Y/N, badly. I need to screw my ray of sunshine and this opportunity? It presented itself on a golden plate, I just couldn’t let it slip away."

You moaned lightly when his lips left little kisses along your neck.

"God, I missed your smell. And I sure as shit longed for your lips", he whispered against your skin, meeting your lips in another, heated kiss. You kissed him back, relishing in the feel of his lips against yours, the taste of him, his talented tongue battling with yours. Whimper after whimper escaped you, your body betraying your mind, pressing itself against Negan's wet form. You wanted him badly as well, needed him as much as you needed air to breath. With nimble fingers, you helped him out of his shirt, your kiss broken only to pull it over his head. His chest was revealed to your hungry eyes, taking in his tattoos and form.

"Yeah, I know, I haven't been working out lately, so -"

You stopped his babbling with a single finger to his lips which descended down his neck and chest.

"You're absolutely hot, don't ever think anything less about yourself. And maybe I shouldn't have said that because of your big ass ego, but fuck it, you're handsome as hell."

"Damn doll, thank you, I guess. But you're a whole new level, even with your clothes on."

You blushed slightly, maybe because of the compliment, maybe because of all your naughty thoughts running through your head.

Your finger traveled down further, stopping at the button of his jeans.

"I want to taste you", you whispered, looking up into his eyes.

His audible grown and lust-blown pupils were everything you needed to know before your dropped to your knees. Still in front of your door, you made Negan lean against it slightly while you got rid of his jeans.

"Don't you wanna move to your...oh shit."

Your hand stroked his length through his briefs, stopping him mid-sentence.

"Later", you mumbled, before you pulled down his underwear too, being greeted by his beautiful cock.

Negan couldn't suppress the groan when your hand stroked him slowly at first, then you took his tip into your mouth, tasting him for the first time. Your own moan vibrated around him, driving him mad in an instant. His hands were in your hair again in no time, clinging to you desperately while you bobbed your head in a nice rhythm.

"Fuck, so good", you heard above you, the praise traveling right to your already drenched panties. This was a dream coming true for you, gladly pleasuring him with your mouth.

For a while, his moans and your slurping sounds were the only thing disturbing the silence in your house. Your mouth took more and more of him and when he reached the back of your throat, making you gag slightly, he pulled away, panting heavily.

"I nearly came down your throat, doll, I don't wanna finish just yet", he explained while he helped you up.

"Sit down on the sofa for me", he ordered gently, so you did as you were told.

He followed you, stepping out of his jeans and underwear before he slipped off his shoes to join you on the plush furniture.

"Damn, that's soft. But I bet your pussy feels even softer when it's wrapped around my cock."

His dirty talk turned you on so much, making you strip out of your clothes as fast as possible, so you sat beside him in your underwear.

"Take that bra off too, please", he requested breathlessly while his eyes took in every inch of skin you revealed to him.

You did as he said, freeing your breasts to his gaze.

There wasn't enough time for you to pull down your panties too, he was on you in an instant, pressing kisses along your neck down to your breasts so you had to lay back.

His wet hair left small drops of water on your skin and when his lips closed around one of your nipples, your chest arched forward.

Negan peppered your breasts with little licks and bites, toying with them with his hands too, pinching your nipples between his fingers. "I missed a nice pair of tits so damn much. And yours are something else."

His hands wandered down your body some moments later, pulling down your underwear in the process.

He spread your legs either side of him, so your center was directly in his line of view.

"Holy Mother of fuck", he cursed, transfixed by your wet pussy in front of him. The finger of his right hand ghosted over your folds, circling your clit lightly, and even such a small gesture made you a trembling mess.

"You're as needy for this as I am, aren't you? How many times have you thought about this? Because I have cum every single evening imagining this pretty pussy instead of my hand."

"Fuck Negan, I...I have fantasized a lot about you too. I need you", you confess, biting your lip at the thought of him wanting you as desperately as you wanted him too.

He grinned at you, dipping his head down to kiss your lower belly, then moving downwards. As his mouth reached your center, you screamed out of pleasure, hands anchoring yourself in his hair. You didn't bother him still being wet and a bit cold from the rain, your senses were clouded by his talented hands and tongue, initiating a fire wherever he touched you.

He feasted on your cunt like a starving man, his ministrations turning from gently to fully invested in his task, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Two of his fingers expertly entered you, pumping in a steady pace while he sucked at your clit. You broke moaning his name, your body shaking from the pleasure he was gifting you. Everything around you turned white while he didn't stop fucking you through the high, little tremors being the result of your over-sensitive body.

"Damn doll, there's nothing hotter than you screaming my name. Fuck, such a delicious 'lil pussy."

Suddenly Negan was above you, staring right down at your sweating form, his cock in hand, pressing it against your entrance. You met his eyes when he entered you in one swift motion, the stretch almost too much.

The next groan out of your mouth he collected within his, kissing you passionately while moving slowly inside of you. You tasted yourself on his tongue, the flavor not as bad as you might have thought.

"Fuck, you feel so good, so tight", he praised, his body covering yours while pumping with more force.

There were no words you could have said to him in response, even if you wanted to tell him how long you had waited for this moment, how often you had longed for him inside of you. The feeling itself, of being so full by him, drove you insane.

He fucked you with long, forceful strokes, reaching all the right spots. The moans spilling from you drowned out any other sounds around you, you didn't register the slapping of your skin or his own whimpers, it all focused on the rapidly building pleasure inside of you.

"Are you going to cum again for me?" Negan questioned, barely reaching you through the fog of your desire.

You nodded absently, your eyes rolling back while you practically clung to his body.

He sped up, fucking you harder and harder, his pelvis grinding just right against your clit and you came wailing beneath him. Your walls gripped him so tightly that your orgasm triggered his own. He barely had any time to pull out and spill on your lower abdomen, some of his seed landing on your sodden folds, painting you with his release.

Long minutes of helpless pants and gasps followed in which he tried not to collapse on your body and crush you. But you had other plans when you came to your senses again, pressing his now sweating body against your chest. The weight of him felt like a heavy blanket, comfortable and secure, a real haven in those crazy times. Your heartbeat was still going fast while you nuzzled your nose against his damp hair.

"Thank you", you murmured, hands gently ghosting over the skin of his back.

He lifted his weight off of you, shifting so you could lay on his chest, cuddling against him instantly.

"No need to thank me, doll, I have to thank you. This was fucking amazing, you felt so damn nice", Negan answered you, his deep voice calm and soothing.

"Do you think you could stay a bit longer?", you asked him after a while, looking up into his warm eyes.

"As long as it's still dark and I can sneak back, I think I can stay some more hours. Let's hope nobody's checking in on me in the meantime."

He pressed a kiss to your temple, gently pushing your head back down against his chest.

"Hopefully. I would be very mad if someone robbs me of round two."

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soggyjulpod · 3 years

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summary: misinterpretion featuring a line from the wilds, “i’m not a lesbian, sorry to disappoint. i just like storage.”

warning: lil bit of angst but there's fluff, kissing, confident!reader (whoop!), also bi reader for this plot to work out, so sorry if ur purely homo

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on a tuesday night you found yourself sitting in a circle playing a game of truth or dare which was suggested by jackson’s very own dysfunctional couple, jesse and dina.

the chatter and laughter of the game continued around you but you were only focused on the redhead who sat across from you in the circle. though the redhead didn’t seem to notice the set of eyes on her as she was in deep thought.

ellie finally looked up when dina called on her to pick truth or dare. she noticed your eyes on her and her cheeks blush pink and sends you an awkward smile.

“uh dare i guess.” ellie says. there was a mischievous glint in dina’s eyes, “i dare you to kiss [y/n].”

the color from ellie’s face drained, instant panic set in. “what? dina, no.” ellie protests, “don’t make it weird.”

before dina could respond to ellie’s protests, you spoke up, “it’s ok i don’t mind.” you say scooting across the circle, sitting right in front of ellie. you felt your insides bubble in excitement but outwardly you appeared aloof, not wanting anyone to see a crack in your confidence.

“you know we don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” the redhead whispers quietly for only you to hear.

you lean closer to ellie, your lips just a hair away from her ear. this action causes a light blush to creep up on her freckled face.

“we got this, don’t want them to think we pussy out of things, right?” you say and move away with a grin on your face.

ellie gives you a shaky smile, trying to calm herself down at how close her crush was to her. you looked at each other, it felt like everything around you two had vanished and it was just the two of them.

your trance was broken by jesse who yelled at you two to “kiss already! we don’t have all damn night!”

you whipped her head around and flipped him off before quickly turning back around and taking ellie's face in your hands and connecting your lips.

the redhead was caught off guard for a split second but then kissed back, melting into it. the kiss was soft, it was just like what ellie had imagined kissing a pretty girl like you. it felt like they were in a trance again, like a veil closing around them giving them all the time in the world to feel each other.

they pulled away as the hoots and hollers of the teens around them grew obnoxiously. ellie’s cheeks grew embarrassingly red at the attention that was put on her.

ellie tuned out the game as it continued on, she was too in her own head thinking about how she just shared a very hot kiss with the girl she’s been crushing on for over two year.

the redhead only perked back up when she heard your name be called out for a turn.

“truth.” you choose. “soooo [y/n]...” dina trails off cheekily.

“yes, dina?” you challenge with a smirk and takes a sip of the terrible beer in your cup.

“how many girls have you kissed?” the dark haired girl asks.

“one.”

“seriously?!” dina exclaims in disbelief, her eyebrows then furrowed in thought, “does that mean ellie was..?”

“yep, first and only girl i’ve kissed.” you explain, you notice the surprised looks that start to appear on the faces of your peers, “what?” you ask, confused about the change in behavior.

“um, i think we all thought you were gay,” dina says awkwardly.

the dark haired girl then points to your pants, “you wear cargo pants a lot.” she states. you bursts out laughing at the archaic stereotype, “i’m not a lesbian, sorry to disappoint. i just like storage.”

laughter erupts from the room except from one person, ellie. you notice a frown appear on her face. you made brief eye contact with her in which the ginger gave you a curt smile, of course you could tell it was fake, that there was some pain behind those green eyes. but from what, you weren't sure.

to ellie that kiss felt so real, she thought there was genuine passion behind it. she had thought with that kiss and how flirting you’ve always been with her in the past that you would have reciprocated her feelings. but her heart broke has her reassurance was crumbled by a simple phrase, ‘i’m not a lesbian’

feeling overwhelmed with her emotions and not wanting to bring her bad vibe to the rest of the group, ellie felt it best to leave. she quickly said her goodbyes without sparing a glance at you, using the excuse of having patrol in the morning to leave early.

it immediately dawned on you that maybe ellie had misinterpreted what you had said, maybe the redhead got upset because she thought you didn’t like her back or had a chance with her at all.

you quickly got up leaving the group without bothering to respond to the people calling out for you, your only priority was to fix this misunderstanding as fast as possible.

“ellie! wait up!” you called out to the redhead a few yards away from you. ellie whipped her head around, a surprised look on her face.

even with being only slightly illuminated by the moon, you could see the redness and puffiness of ellie’s eyes, the green of them popping out and making it more obvious. your heart immediately sunk at the sight.

“hey are you ok?” you ask softly, your hand reaching up toward her face in concern but ellie moved her head away.

“yeah i’m good. what’s up?” she quickly responded, trying to change the subject. “can i crash at your place tonight? i don’t feel like walking across town this late and this drunk.”

“yeah sure.” ellie says, “how much of that beer did you have anyways?”

“too much, i swear i’m not a lightweight but honest to god i have no idea what seth puts in that beer.” you grin.

a smile cracks on ellie’s face, “no wonder it tasted so awful, it's because seth made it.” she jokes.

“he has his own little asshole recipe.” you joke back, making ellie tilt her head back in laughter. you smile at the fact that you were able to lift the bad spirit from your friend.

you continued to chat and talk shit as you two walked to ellie’s shed. the redhead was glad that even though she’ll never have you as her girlfriend, she could always have you as a best friend.

when you entered the shed you both immediately started getting ready for bed, the long night with your friends had tired you both out immensely. ellie handed you a pair of sweatpants to change into which you did, right in front of her.

ellie remembers the first time you two had a sleepover over two years ago, the redhead got taken by surprise when her crush started stripping in front of her to get in her pajamas with no regard that she was still in the room. she was flustered at seeing the bare skin of the girl she was crushing on.

“what? it's not a big deal, we’re both girls and it's just skin, no need to get weird el.” she remembers you saying to her. eventually ellie just got used to it, taking it as a sign of trust that you would be that vulnerable around her.

ellie changed into her night clothes as well, she watched as you take your bra off without removing your shirt, “you gotta teach me how to do that one day.” the redhead says, it was something you'd always done that had intrigued ellie.

“what, take off my bra?” you tease. ellie’s cheeks blush realizing how her words sounded. “no, i mean like i’ve wanted to know how to do it so i can do it to myself, not you.” she rambles trying to explain herself.

you start to giggle at her response, “what?” ellie says, pouting.

“it's just that you're cute.” ellie feels her heart skip.

you lay down, snuggling into the bed and pat the space next to you, beckoning her over. she lays next to you on her side. neither of you say anything as you stare at each other.

“you want to tell me why you were crying earlier.” you ask, ellie rolls her eyes and shift onto her back, refusing to make eye contact.

“it was nothing.” the redhead mumbles. “ellie i know you, that wasn't nothing, talk to me please.” you plead. ellie chews on her lip nervously, trying to decide whether or not she should confess to you.

“i, uh, shit i don't know how to say this” she starts, turning over to her side to face you, “but i really really like you [y/n], and i have for the past two years and its being eating me up from the inside to see you with other people and not be able to tell you. and i know you just want to be friends because you said that-”

you cut her off by placing your lips on hers. the redhead soon eagerly kissed back, her hands finding their way on your head and your hands to her shoulders. as the kiss progress you both got more desperate to be close, rolling over so that ellie was flat on the bed and you were straddling her waist. ellie’s hands moved to your hips and yours to the sides of her head.

the redhead pulled away from the kiss. “i thought you said you weren’t a lesbian,” she whispers.

“correct.”

“oh” ellie says as her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and confusion, “then why’d you kiss me?” she questions, a bit pissed off that her friend was leading her on.

“just because i don’t like girls exclusively doesn’t mean i don’t like them at all.” you grin and lean down, giving ellie a peck on the lips. ellie smiles, realizing that she finally had her chance.

“what does that make us then?” she asks shyly. you smile down at her, “girlfriends, only if you want to.”

“are you kidding? that’s the only thing i’ve wanted for years.” she exclaims and sits up, placing you on her lap and kissing you again.

she pulls away slightly, “i could get used to this.”

“me too.” you whisper and pull her into another kiss.

the scene from the wilds:

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #ellie #soggyjulpod’s fanfic

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sageinacage · 3 years

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Hi! Saw your post about Sap and Tubbo and I’ve missed their dynamic sm so I wanted to send in a request! How about lee Tubbo and ler Sapnap? Maybe Sapnap wanted to see if Tubbo was just as ticklish as he was back then and uses one of his favorite tactics a bunch, raspberries?

Still the Same summary: sapnap wants to know if tubbo is still as ticklish as before, in his own sapnap way. a/n: sorry for the wait :( low motivation bc of personal stuff happening, but im doing a bit better so i wanted to get this out asap! hope u enjoy :D warnings: swearing, sapnap is Evil (/lh) w/c: 1.6k DSMP, Platonic

Everyone always says it’s easier to clear your thoughts from a high altitude. Why is that? No one knows, though no one is going to question it either. It’s always nice to enjoy the breeze from up above.

The only problem is, finding that high altitude and then having to climb up to it.

Tubbo closed his home door behind him, glancing around to find some sort of easy-access place he can sit for a while. As the boy walked around, he was quick to notice the gentle breeze that brushed against his cheeks and over his nose.

He sighed, enjoying the perfect weather present on this day, deciding to start walking down the path to town. As he walked, he chuckled as he recognized the spot he was standing at.

The day he and Sapnap had a playful bicker. It involved Tubbo making fun of the demon for miswording something, and a playful fight lasting afterward. The boy chuckled to himself, then his eyes widening.

Thinking about his old friend reminded him of the hill they used to hang out on. The perfect altitude to sit at, might he add. Now walking with intention, Tubbo smiled at the old memories that were unfolding in his brain.

“Here it is, it feels like it’s been years,” Tubbo spoke softly, arriving at the same hill he and Sapnap used to goof off on ages ago. He smiled contently, plopping down on the grass, and leaned against an oak tree that sat on the hill.

He let his head relax back, enjoying the nice breeze brush through his hair and the convenient shade the oak tree provided for him. The people were right, this is a good place to clear some thoughts up.

Meanwhile, a certain demon was also heading somewhere to relax for the day, wanting a break from all the serious ‘bullshit,’ as he would call it. Sapnap looked up at the tree that rested on his favorite hill and saw a figure under it.

He smiled to himself, recognizing a certain ram hybrid settled underneath the shade of the luscious tree. With a mischievous smirk, Sapnap tip-toed up the hill, avoiding any crinkly leaves or twigs along the way, motivated to startle his old friend.

Oh, how much Sapnap missed being so goofy and carefree. It was honestly a natural instinct to playfully mess with Tubbo, almost like how siblings always try to push each other's buttons. It’s safe to say he saw the boy as a little brother.

“Tubbo!” Sapnap squealed, whipping his head around the tree with a giddy smile. “Sap… Sapnap?! Where did you even come from?!” Tubbo gasped, holding his heart dramatically at the sudden scare.

“From down the hill, you goof.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t, why’re you smiling then?” Sapnap sniggered, earning an eye roll from the ram. “Because you’re annoying, and it’s making me smile because of how annoying you are.”

The demon snorted a laugh. Tubbo really was the sassy boy he always remembered.

The two settled underneath the tree together, just catching up. They really needed it, it was obvious on both sides that they both missed each other dearly.

They missed the playful bickering and fights they’d have over literally nothing, maybe a piece of bread if anything. Tubbo especially missed the warm feeling he got while around Sapnap. Was it the feeling of coziness inside of him, similar to the feeling of home you get when you’re around someone you’re genuinely fond of- or was it just that Sapnap is warm because he’s a literal fire demon? Probably both.

All was content and nice until Sapnap had to bring up a redacted memory, one Tubbo couldn’t think about without a wild blush spreading across his face.

“Hey Tubs, do you remember the tickle fights we used to have? Well, not exactly fights since you never put anything up- Ow!” Sapnap rubbed his shoulder where the boy flicked him, a grumpy but obviously flustered scowl painted on his face.

“Embarrassed, are we? C’mon, it’s not like you’re still that ticklish anymore!”

The embarrassed squeak that left Tubbo really just made all the dignity he had left drain away.

“...Or are you?” Sapnap continued, his curious glance turning into a dark grin. “Hey there- buddy, friend, mate- you d- don’t gotta… gotta do it… actually I think it’s getting late and I should be getting home!” Nervous giggles poured out of the boy, shuffling backward on the grass.

Sapnap just shook his head. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere, Tubbo. Not until I get my answer!~”

Oh shit. A surprised squeal left Tubbo as he was wrestled onto the ground, though the boy was strong as well and fought back. “Oh, actually fighting back, are we?~ Now that’s a change!” Sapnap teased, making Tubbo’s body go limp.

‘Teasing makes him go all jelly, got it.’ Sapnap thought with a snicker, looking down at his friend.

“S- Sapnap… dohoHON’T- SAHAPNAP!” Tubbo barked out a laugh, trying to twist on his side away from the prodding fingers on the right side of his ribcage. “Nuh-uh, you aren’t going anywhere, mister!” Sapnap sniggered as he pushed the boy’s hips on the ground, drilling his thumbs into the bones in the process.

A loud shriek left Tubbo, failing to buck Sapnap off of him. He fell limp against the grass, knowing that he wasn’t gonna get out of the predicament anytime soon. Not that he exactly wanted to, though.

“Remember you can tell me to stop whenever you’d like me to, bud.” The demon’s face softened into a more reassuring look, slowing down his tickles. Tubbo nodded, opening his mouth to speak before being interrupted with another screech.

Sapnap’s fingers found the sides of his lower stomach, massaging his fingers into the soft skin. This seemed to be successful, Sapnap found.

“SAP-HEHEHEHAHA- F- FUHuhuck ohohoff!” He continued to squirm, stomping his hooves in the plush grass behind Sapnap. “D’awww, Tubbo!~ That wasn’t very nice, was it? Maybe I should remind you of my favorite tactic?” Sapnap raised an eyebrow, relishing in the immediate anticipatory high-pitched giggles that emitted from the smaller boy.

“Do you remember? I think you do, champ! I think you remember all the nibbles and raspberries I used to give to your cute lil’ tummy- and oh how bad they tickled!~ Are you excited? I think you areeee, I can hear your tail thumping on the grass!”

Note taken; Sapnap was still as evil as before.

“Y- Yohou’re so mehehean!” Tubbo whined, covering his bright red cheeks, his shirt riding up with his arms raising. “Uh oh, Tubbo… Look what I have here! A perfect snack right in front of me!~” The man cooed, dragging his dull claws over the ram’s belly before leaning down and blowing a big raspberry right beneath his belly button.

“SHIHIHIHIT! N- NOHOT THAHAT!” Tubbo shrieked, arching his back up. “Not this? Alright, your wish is my command, champ! Guess I have no choice but to do this instead…” He chuckled slowly before beginning to gently nibble on Tubbo’s lower belly, moving up the side to nibble near his waist.

Fuck Sapnap and his stupid stubble, and his even dumber fangs.

“SAAAAHAP- NONONONOHOHOHO!” Tubbo pleaded, weakly pushing at Sapnap’s head, but the damn thing didn’t budge even a centimeter. “No? Okay!~” He giggled, going back to plant another raspberry over the side of his belly.

Arching his back again, the ram dug his hooves in the grass to try to ease the sensations at least a little bit, but the ticklish stubble dragging around his tummy kept making him go limp. “F- FUHUCK YOHOU- Y- YOHOU’RE SO BAAAHAD!” Tubbo retaliated, yet again trying to twist away but his hips were only pushed back down onto the grass.

“I think you need a little manners lesson, don’tcha think, Tubso?~ N’awww, don’t pout at me, you know I’ll just have to do… this…” Sapnap huffed in a breath, Tubbo squealing in anticipation, but then silence.

Tubbo relaxed his muscles as the raspberry didn’t happen- never mind. It happened.

“FUHUHUCK- PLEEEHEHEHEASE!” Tubbo’s body went completely jelly, the tickling too much for him to fight back anymore. Sapnap looked up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “You were so bold a few seconds ago, what happened? Hmmm?~ Cat got your tongue, Tubbo? Let’s fix that.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around Tubbo's waist so he couldn't buck away from his attack.

Raspberry after raspberry, Tubbo knew he couldn’t handle it anymore. “STOHOHAHAHAP! E- ENOHOUGH!” His voice was squeaky and tickled-out, taking deep breaths as he laid down completely limp on the soft grass.

“You alright there, Tubso?”

“Mahahaybe…”

“Here, let me help.” Sapnap smiled, but it was softer this time- way different than the evil grins he was giving while tickling the life out of the poor boy. The demon laid the ram across his lap, gently carding his fingers through his plush hair.

“C- can yohou… keep gohoing? But- gehentle this t- tihime?” Tubbo stuttered out, Sapnap audibly cooing at the sweet boy. “Of course, it would be my pleasure- seeing how evil I was earlier.” He jested, earning an exaggerated noise of agreement from Tubbo.

He snickered, tracing his dull claws in random shapes over the boy’s belly, letting them graze up and down his sides and back down to circle around his hips. The affectionate light tickles were making the tickled-out boy sleepy, as he curled up in the warm demon’s lap and softly snored as sleep swept over him.

“Sleep well, bud. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ve missed you, y’know that?”

#im proud of this one DKFJHSHKJFS #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #lee!tubbo #ler!sapnap #my writing

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owaowabetch · 4 years

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Uh Oh (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? idk we’ll see): The Prequel to “Impasta” in which reader meets the gang for the first time and experiences a betrayal. Mainly Friendship

Warning: non-beta, I wrote this in one go and full sent it.

You were a small time Twitch streamer that had recently befriend a streamer with a much larger audience, ValkyRae. You had been talking back and forth for quite some time, since Rae’s dm to you weeks ago. You were mainly an rp channel where you played games like GTA, The Sims, and Animal Crossing. Though you gained a lot of your followers from playing League, though it mostly consisted of hate-followers that would only critique your gaming, even though you were pretty good at it. But it doesn’t bother you too much *que sob*

You were streaming GTA on a RP server playing an amish girl on a Rumspringa and wreaking havoc. You and your ‘gang’ had successfully finished hitting a bank truck ,causing your character to rake in a few thousand dollars, when you got a message from Rae asking you if you had wanted to play a few rounds of the popular game among us.

“Alright guys, a friend asked if I wanted to join her lobby of among us. I know it’s different from the stuff i usually stream, but is that something you guys would be cool with?” You asked your chat and watch an influx of people messaging ‘yes’ or ‘pog’. You take a sip of your Starbucks and picked up your phone to message Rae that you’ll be joining. “Fair warning, I’ve never played among us. So we’ll see how this goes, guys”

While you waited to be invited to the discord and into the lobby, you chatted with your viewers for a bit. “I just realized that I’m really awkward around new people. Like when I’m playing on the GTA Rp Server, I’m not myself, I’m a character you know? So it’s easier to talk with other people, cause they’re also role playing. Plus I don’t think I can call anyone in the discord a musty dusty rat bitch lol or sell them drugs, it’s not that kind of game...unless?...” You laugh as you login to your discord and accept the invite to the discord “alright guys! here we go~”

You enter the discord call and hear people talking.

“Y/N!” Rae exclaims “Guys this is my new friend y/n”

“Hi” Responding to the various voices greeting you

“OK, so the code is in the chat and so are the bubbles, so your chat can see who is talking and what not” Rae explains

You input the code and saw your little character in the space ship. “Oh god guys look at us!” You ran your little character around the ship “How do we change colors? I’m not feeling this blue and I saw Rae with her lil creepy mask”

You read your chat tell you what to do so you went to the little computer to change the blue to white and clicked through all the hats til you decided on the pink flower. “How about this guys? Yellow is my favorite color but its taken”

“Alright, you ready y/n?” Rae asked

“Yup” you respond by running circles around her character

“OK i’m starting. Don’t forget to mute and close chat. You can open it back up if your imposter or dead” Rae sang “Good luck~”

“Alright chat I gotta close you til the game is done? I guess” You hum as the words ‘crewmate’ pop up. “Well at least i’m not imposter, i know the game. I mean who hasn’t at this point. I just never played it, seems to be to nerve wracking”

You open the map icon and run to where the closet yellow exclamation point was, which was admin. You make sure to note all the colors around you in there as you swipe your card “Alright, green, yellow, brown,red, and orange” You repeated the colors over and over again as you make your way into electrical when you notice something “Ok uh green is following me? I don’t know why but its freaking me out.” The lights turn off and you start freaking out “Oh god, this is where I die. Don’t I? You know what do it. Kill me! It’s probably a good idea. I’m kind of an idiot and it’ll help me figure things out on my own without the pressure” You follow the arrow pointing to a panel and you click on it “What am i supposed to do? You know green, this would be the perfect opportunity to murder me in cold blood... is this how you do it?” You flip the switches so that they are all bright green and the lights turn on “YAS BITCH, I did it”

The green character kind of just circles your body as you do tasks in electrical, you do download, wires, and power diverter. “Ok BUT WHY IS HE FOLLOWING ME!!”

An orange body had been reported and that two others had died (bright green and pink) and the person who reported the body was black or as his name read ‘Abe’ “Ok, so this body was in admin on card swipe”

“Well this body couldn’t have been me or y/n” Sykkuno says “I was following her this entire time”

“Yea, I’d like to know why lol? You were kinda freaking me out dude” You laugh a bit trying to play off how nervous you were to call him out on it

“Oh No! I was protecting you” Sykkuno explains “I promise”

“Sykkuno? Are you already simping for someone?” Rae feigns exasperation

“No really guys!” He explains nervously “The new person always dies first, so I was just trying to protect her.”

You hum and smile mischievously “Unless, your just trying to gain my trust only to murder me in coldblood in front of my bestie Rae, to prove your superiority over her!?!”

Rae gasps “Really Sykkuno!?! I’m voting you just for that!”

“Wah? No wait! It’s not like that really” Sykkuno starts laughing as Rae votes “Oh God did you really vote for me?”

“Yes” Rae says and you start laughing

“So anyways, Leslie’s body is in admin?” Hafu says wanting to talk more about the body and get all the sus’s and clears

Though you gasp when you realized a few things “wait I have some info to share” teasing Sykkuno had loosened you up a bit “it was me,green,yellow,brown,red, and orange in admin. Then me and green, uh Syyykkkuunnoo? Sorry if i didn’t say your name right, left and went into electrical, then lights were called and I fixed them before finishing off my tasks in there. So the body must’ve died during lights unless she left and came back into admin after lights were fixed? which doesn’t make much sense, sooo yea” you smiled “look at me chat! being all smart and shit”

“yes” Poki agrees “I left admin also with Rae just before lights were called”

“Ok, so I know that puts sus on me, but I went straight to lights when they were called” Hafu says “Someone on the right side must’ve vented when lights were off. Like I was entering the hallway from storage with Tina when lights got fixed and we went to reactor room together. So it couldn’t have been me. Maybe Tina? I dont know which way she come from, but it was not me”

“That is true. I did meet up with Hafu at storage, but I don’t know man” Tina says “ I was doing download in comms”

“Oh god” You tell chat “I don’t know whether to believe Hafu or not. I know she is really good, along with Toast, but he hasn’t said anything”

“Well it is seven and we don’t vote on seven, so we can skip. Just putting a sus on Hafu” Rae says

“Yes please do” Hafu says as she votes to skip

“Do we know where the other bodies are?” Poki asks as the seconds start to dwindle down to zero “Also Toast? Why are you so quiet?”

“I’m trying to figure out a new strat, so don’t you worry. I’ll catch the killers” Toast starts to evil laugh and that was the end of the meeting.

“Ok we’re susing Hafu for this.Though I don’t think it’s her only cause I remember watching one of her imposter plays and it would be a too obvious kill,since so many people were there, it just doesn’t make sense, so someone venting in and killing is plausible or could be a self report? I don’t know lol It’s my first game” You run with Sykkuno and finish up your tasks together. Though lights were called when you both were at shields, you can see the vent pop open and in your little vision bubble you see a flash of red “Whelp this is where I die, I’d like to rate Sykkuno an 8 out of 10 for protecting me, but obviously I am now died” True to your word Rae killed you and you saw Sykkuno running around like a headless chicken when he reports your body

“Oh God! They got her when I was trying to protect her!” Sykkuno exclaims

“Sykkuno! You were supposed to be protecting her!?” Rae shouts “What happened? Did you kill her in cold blood? hmm?”

“smh Rae, you murdered me right in front of Sykkuno” You sigh “Well chat looks like I’m dead and we can speak now”

“No!” Sykkuno denies “I said I was going to protect her. I wouldn’t kill her after saying that”

“Well she’s dead now Sykkuno! Where’s the body?” Toast dramatically says

“It’s in shields. It happened when lights were off” Sykkyno says “I’m sorry y/n, I couldn’t protect you”

“Aw that is so cute” You pout at his apology, it wasn’t his fault. It was dark, so obviously he couldn’t see

“Well I don’t think Sykkuno did this, He said he was protecting her to everyone, so I can say that he’s crew” Hafu says “I’m at light panel, I remember seeing Poki and Tina there”

“I can confirm this” Poki says “So Toast let’s hear your big brain play. What’s your strat?”

It was silent for a minute, before Toast admits that he doesn’t have one.

“Ok so we can all agree that Toast is the imposter right?” Rae says “Vote him outta here!”

“Yep” Tina agrees hitting that vote on him and many follow suit

“Wait guys! WAIT! I do! I do have a strat” Toast screams out “Uhhh... wires! The wires guys!”

“Lol they’re gunna vote him off” You watch people voting “Rae is probably gunna win this”

“Yea, you’ve done that pay before” Poki laughs

“Don’t worry I’ll skip Toast” Sykkuno says

“Why would you skip if we’re on 6?” Rae asks “Is Toast your imposter buddy?”

“Wah? I said I was protecting y/n, why would I kill her?” Trying to make his innocence obvious

“Unless you killed her by accident or Toast did and you’re trying to protect him like the Simp you are!” Rae accuses him

Tina starts to also question Sykkuno “Wait a second, I dont think I’ve seen you do a single task this entire game! You’ve just been following y/n all around! We should vote him off next!”

“Guys, I swear it’s not me, it just doesn’t make sense” You can hear him plead “Oh no guys, how did this get twisted? It’s Rae! But how did it go to thinking Sykkuno as imposter?”

The meeting ends with Toast screaming into the abyss as he is yeeted out with Sykkuno telling him that he voted to skip.

“Ok then chat, looks like the imposters are gunna win, lets talk for a bit” You sigh and start reading the comments “ I know that I didn’t talk much with them, but I’m just awkward in general and I don’t know what to say to them. This is the first time playing with a group like this where i’m supposed to be myself and not a character.”

The words Defeat appeared on screen and there was Hafu and Rae as imposter. “I honestly didn’t think it was Hafu”

“Hafu was that you that killed Leslie in admin? I didn’t think it was “You asked when you returned to the lobby

“NO! I got framed by my own partner” Hafu explains before taking her bathroom break

“How did Rae get that kill cause I was with her?” Poki asks

“I vented from Caf back into admin when lights were off” Rae laughs “and I vented into shields and killed y/n right in front of Sykkuno!”

“Im sorry for not being able to protect you” Sykkuno runs circles around my character “Next round I’ll do better! I promise”

You laugh and start chasing after him in the ship “What if you end up as imposter?”

“Then I’ll have to look away as my imposter buddy kills you” Sykkuno laughs behind his hand and clears his throat “Im joking, Im joking, I promise”

“Wow Sykkuno” You tsk and run over to the opposite side of the room “I don’t know if I want your protection services now”

“Uh” Sykkuno splutters “I’m joking I promise! I won’t kill you as imposter”

“Wait til Corpse hears you simping over someone else” Poki says before starting the game

“Wait Hafu is still in the bathroom!” Rae exclaimed, but it was to late to stop the game from starting, so she’ll have to jump in when she comes back. Though you swear you feel your heart jump out of your chest when the words Imposter read on you screen. The 1st of the night for you and another in a row for Hafu.

“Oh God guys. Hafu is in the bathroom, but she has to carry us” You start to panic “What we do we do!?! Wait is Sykkuno seriously gunna follow us? Should we kill him or would that be to obvious?” You see the chat tell you that it would be to obvious and that it would be better to maybe frame him, but it seems to mean to you “Should we kill someone in front of him? You know to test his loyalty? It’s a terrible idea”

Though before you go on to fake tasks, you see Sykkuno standing on top of Hafu’s body, so you also go ontop of Sykkuno’s and to the outside perspective you are protecting Hafu, but really for you it’s to ensure that your imposter partner is going to be walking around and killing people,once she comes back from the bathroom. It seems that Hafu is back from the bathroom as her yellow character starts making her way away from you both. You and Sykkuno make your way to admin when lights get called and Sykkuno starts to wiggle his body around into a corner. It seems as though he wants you to stack with him in a corner, but before you do you double back when you see a body pass by and kill them, though you start to laugh when you see your character kill Rae, before ‘stumbling’ into Sykkuno’s view in the corner. You both stay there as lights turn back on and go on card swipe. You think about juking Sykkuno, but realize that it’ll look sus on you for ditching him. So you two just walk around ‘completing’ tasks as every once in a while the lights would go off and you two will stack on each other or wait for doors to open which you had been closing alot of them.

“Honestly guys I’m at a point were I just wanna murder someone in front of him” You start to evil laugh as you both stack in the corner of medbay as lights start turning on when a body got called

“It’s toast, it’s toast, it’s toast” Hafu chants as it was her who reported the body “I saw him kill Poki”

“oh she self reported” you note and click on Toast’s name but not locking in your vote just in case. You also noticed that four people had died “She killed three people!?! Wow she is beast in this game! Holy Shit guys”

“see, from my perspective it’s hafu. I didn’t see the kill, but I did see blood splatter and Hafu immediately reported the body and blamed me, so it has to be Hafu. I’m voting her” Toast explains and votes her

“no no no no no no no. I saw you kill her when lights got fixed.” Hafu describes her side and what she did in that round “ Ok guys I was afk for like the first 20 seconds and I see Sykkuno and y/n there standing on me in caf., and I’m just doing my tasks, which I finished by the way, so I’m just going back and forth going to cams and just walking around to find any dead bodies. So if you saw cams on in the last 30 or so seconds it was me. I’ve also been fixing lights too! Peter and Leslie should be able to vouch for me on that! But on this round of lights I’m making my way to go help fix them when i see blood flicker in my little bubble and as it starts to get bigger I see Toast walking away from it. Its Toast. It is 100% Toast.” She locks her vote on him “Vote him please. If you don’t vote then you’re either imposter or just throwing”

“I don’t know guys” You start and hover your mouse over the green checkmark next to Toast’s name “I’ve been with Sykkuno the entire round and we did guard Hafu’s body. For Hafu to say that she saw Toast kill, but toast didn’t see Hafu kill? It just doesnt make sense so I’m voting Toast” You lock your vote in when Hafu reminds everyone that crew has to vote together since it is on six. Reminding Peter and Leslie that Hafu has been fixing lights got their votes, but Sykkuno was hesitant “You know I can never vote Toast guys, but I have been with y/n this entire time and I know it’s not her. So, I’m sorry Toast but uh” He locks his vote in for either Hafu or Toast? Who knows if he’s simping over Toast hard.

“Sykkuno?” You can hear Toast tremble his voice “Sy-sykkuno? Who did you vote for? Sykkuno!?!?! Do- Don’t tell me...did you really vote me?”

“I uh “ He clears his throat as the votes get out and all of us had voted Toast

Toast gasps “Sykkuno!?! How could you!?!?!”

“I’m sorry! I just trust y/n!” Sykkuno explains as Toast’s body once again gets yeeted out into space.

“Wow guys, looks like we’re gunna win our first imposter game!” You wiggle around happily “and we literally did nothing...wait we killed Rae! We got our revenge from the last round mwua hahahahaha”

Sykkuno and I run circles around each other before walking back into medbay. You can see Hafu kind of trailing behind and the doors get locked with us three in it, but Hafu is just standing there. “Chat what is Hafu doing? Why is she just standing there” You can see Sykkuno step on the med scan “Wait she wants ME to kill SYKKUNO! Oh god that is so evil lol but i’m so useless as imposter, so I might as well get in at least 25% of the kills”

Once Sykkuno steps off you just murder him and you see that you had won.

“I- I can’t believe you just killed me!?! I trusted you y/n” Sykkuno exclaims

“Sykkuno” Rae sighs “she KILLED ME in caf! Why did no one NOT SEE MY CHOPPED BODY IN CAF!”

You just laugh “I’m sorry Sykkuno, but my chat was telling me that Hafu wanted me to kill you”

“Yea, cause I did like all of the kills and sabotages” Hafu recounts who and how she killed

“Sykkuno, you giant simp. I can’t believe you vote me” Toast tsk’ed

“I can’t believe y/n was the imposter! and she killed me!” Sykkuno shakes his head “you know what i’m no longer protecting you anymore”

“Wait Sykkuno I’m sorry. Really” You giggle

“No no no it’s ok, it’s all part of the game” Sykkuno reassure you that he is not actually mad and that he hoped you had fun “But i wont be protecting you from now on, I have scars now”

So, you play a few more games before calling it quits and end your stream. Later on, you find that Sykkuno started following you on Twitter and Instagram, You totally did not stalk both of his pages and you totally don’t think that he’s cute.....

SideNote: You totally murdered someone in front of Sykkuno and he totally didn’t snitch on you. Instead he protected you as you ran around killing more people in front of him and like the giant Simp he is he totally went ‘I neva snitch on you Daddy, I hold a brick for you Daddy’.

#sykkuno x reader #sykkuno x y/n #sykkuno imagines #sykkuno fanfic #youtubers x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse imagines

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wildingrose · 3 years

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diamond in the rough

dark alley help part 5

part 4: the introduction | part 6: intrigued police

word count: 2k

》 handjob

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You sneaked into the house without your mother in sight. She must be sleeping still. Taeyong had given you a pair of pants to wear under your shirt and if your mother had seen you in them... you had a lot of explaining to do. Carefully on your tip toes, you managed to successfully get into your bedroom without getting caught and let out a deep breath. You shrugged out of his clothes and put on a floral cami dress along with matching panties. You folded the clothing and quickly hid them in your dresser right when your mother barged in, fuming hard with her nose flaring.

"Where on earth were you, young lady?" she yelled.

Ignoring your mother was bound to land you in trouble. You had thought through a ton scenarios on your way back home, none of them seeming fit. Telling her about Taeyong had no positive outcome no matter what you tried to envision. You knew he was going to be rejected by her. So you settled with lying. "I was with Raymond." Your mother would never contact him to ask about your whereabouts because that would technically leave a bad impression of yourself to him, that you were the type of girl to disappear at night and not return till the next day.

She narrowed her eyes on you. "Oh really? You know, I was just on the phone with him, asking if he was available to take you out today." Oh shit. "And he mentioned that it'll be great since he hasn't seen you all week!" her voice raised at the end. "Now where the hell were you?"

You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you were going to have to say the truth as any other lie wasn't going to work on her. "I was with someone."

"Who?"

"A guy."

Your mother gasped. "Is he rich?"

This was the part where you didn't know what to do. You thought back to Taeyong's apartment and you could tell right away that he wasn't earning anywhere close to what your mother's requirement was. The truth was the right thing, but that was surely to rip you apart from him. Your granted access to walking to the library every night would be immediately canceled, or even going out anywhere in general unless Raymond was picking you up. Then, there would be no more Taeyong and you couldn't stand to imagine that.

Lying would save you and let you continue to see him. But you'd have to be careful with what lie you'd pick. Your mother was a nosy one. She would right away want to see his place and inquire about his workplace, even going as far as contacting where he'd work to confirm the details. She was dead set on having you married off to the money-loaded.

"Well... he looks rich." That wasn't a lie. He was so handsome that anyone would think he was the heir for some luxurious company without knowing his background. "And we went to a really nice hotel after so I don't know much about him. But I really really like him, mom. I wanna stop seeing Raymond when all I can think about is him. Please?" you pleaded with big puppy eyes despite that it never had any effect on her.

Your details seemed to have made her somewhat pleased. "He sounds prosperous." She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes on you. "I'm not taking back my word and you better go out with Raymond today. But I do want to meet this guy of yours for dinner tonight. If he meets my expectations, then I'll cancel the alliance with Raymond. Deal?"

Your heart was pounding hard in your chest, fearing for what was going to happen at night. At least she was giving Taeyong a chance and a way out of your meetings with a guy you had zero interest in. You were going to have to prepare both yourself and Taeyong for the dinner to get her approval. "Deal," you said, nodding frantically.

"What's this guy's name?"

"Taeyong."

She hummed, quietly speaking, "Let's see how this Taeyong is."

You looked at the small building that was currently owned by your father. The lights were out but you knew your brother was in there. Bursting through the doors and into the office room, he sat on the grand leather chair with feet on the desk, playing on his Nintendo switch. He glanced over at you and huffed. "Nice to see you alive, lil sis. Do you even know the shit I had to hear mom rant on-" You strode up to the desk and slammed your hands on it, making him jump and pause his game. "Geez, you didn't have to scare me like that-"

"I need the business."

He blinked at you. "Are you crazy? I'm here sacrificing my Saturday morning acting like I'm learning and you want dad's business?"

You nodded.

He arched a curious brow. "Why?"

"You know they won't let me do anything. They can't say no if it's their business. Plus, you'll be free from this hellhole."

A mischievous smile formed on his face. "Are you trying to bargain with them for something? Why are you getting the idea now?"

You trusted your brother with your secrets as you two were ill-fated with parental expectations. "I... like someone."

"And he's not rich, is he?"

You shook your head.

He hummed, "I can teach you then."

You had texted Taeyong the details for the day. He had two things to tackle. First, meet this Raymond guy with you so that you could cut him out of your life. And second, prepare to show his best version of himself in front of your family for dinner.

He pulled the vehicle in front of the building that you texted. While waiting for you, he thought back to the black dress that you left behind intentionally at his place.

A little souvenir from me, you joked.

You knew you were going back to his place again and decided to let it stay there, all pretty with memories rushing back to how good he made you feel.

Taeyong saw you walking out of the building with a guy behind you. When your eyes met his, you grinned and began jogging over to him, making him step out of his car with his heart fluttering.

"Taeyong, you're here!" you exclaimed, beaming hard. While you didn't know how the meeting was going to end between Taeyong and Raymond, you were excited to end things off with Raymond and focus solely on spending time with the guy you had recently grown fond of despite the little time.

The little time containing quite high quality memories.

Your brother caught up and asked, "So this is him?"

You nodded. "Yup, he's Taeyong. And Taeyong, this is my older brother."

Taeyong gave him a curt nod. "Hello, it's nice to meet you."

Your brother chuckled. "It sure is, meeting the one that stole my baby sister's heart. I'll come for you if you break it."

"That won't happen," Taeyong answered with seriousness. He couldn't fathom breaking the heart of his precious doll.

"I hope it won't. I'm expecting you to be better than that jerk Y/N's been set up with."

Taeyong side glanced over to you and you gave him a warm smile. "Taeyong can't be compared to him or any man that mom grows heart eyes for. He's a diamond in the rough."

Taeyong's breath hitched at your compliment. No one had ever called him that.

"Well then, good luck Taeyong, trying to get on our mom's good side." With a wave, your brother walked back into the building.

"See ya!" you yelled and turned to the one beside you, only to be met with twinkling eyes. "Tae?" When he didn't respond, you placed a hand on his shoulder gently, and he broke.

He smashed his lips to yours, sucking hard on your bottom lip as his hands rested on your waist, pulling you close till there wasn't a gap between you. Making a small noise of surprise, your hand went up to cup his cheek and the other went to the back of his head, caressing the soft dark strands. The sensations of your fingers lightly scratching his head was turning him on, making him release a moan and grind his hips into yours.

You gasped when you felt his cock harden against you and pushed him back a little. "Not here Tae," you scolded softly.

He desperately whined. "Please?"

You looked around the area. It was a quiet block away from the busy streets, and you were sure that your brother was back in the office playing his game, so you weren't going to get caught by him.

Huffing, you pushed him into the backseat of his car, instructing him to lean against the other side. When you climbed in after, he pounced on you, his arms coming around to keep you still as he stuffed his mouth with your clothed breasts.

"Oh baby," you breathed out and the new name for him got him excited, resulting him to gently bit down open mouthed, making you mewl and you attempted to push him away with your hands on his hard shoulders. He obeyed and eagerly waited for your next move.

Your hand went to tug at his pants. He lifted his hips to help you with the action, clearly thrilled to meet your warmth around him again that he was addicted to.

He groaned when your hand wrapped around his shaft and thumb rubbed over the head as precum began spilling out. But when your head began to lower near it, he stopped you. "No, I want this," he whined as his fingers went under your dress to circle over your covered folds, hoping that would make you desperate for his cock to be buried into your cunt.

You were resolute and pulled his hand away. "Either you get my hand or nothing. We have somewhere to be and I'm not gonna risk getting messed up. We'll do anything you say after it's over. Deal?"

His cock twitched in your hold at your tempting words. "Anything?"

"Yes."

Taeyong licked his lips and agreed. You lowered your head and took his erect member into your mouth as much as you could. His mouth fell, head falling back when feeling your moist hot mouth around his cock. Your tongue swirled around getting your saliva to coat him perfectly before removing your mouth. You spat on your hand and grasped his throbbing dick.

"Lay down," you ordered. And he did without a complaint. At that point, all he wanted was a release.

You shifted to hover over him, your hand pressed into the seat beside his head as the other one began stroking him slowly. A gasp left his mouth and he shut his eyes to feel your delicate hand do the dirty work. "Faster, doll."

You increased your pace as he began bucking into your hand, desperate for an orgasm to hit him. You kept your eyes trained on his face, observing the way his mouth hung open as quiet sighs spilled out, his brows furrowed. When he was close, he lifted his eyelids, only to be welcomed by your burning gaze just inches away and that was when it hit him hard. He stilled for a brief moment as hot thick ropes spurted out, letting the initial lightning pass by before breathing out a series of curses. "Fuck, doll, fuck."

You kept a hand over to stop his cum from staining your dress and only coat your palms. His stickiness ran down the sides of his length.

Once it was over, Taeyong's head went limp yet his tired eyes kept trained on you as he was catching his breath. His legs twitched ever so slightly when you licked his cum off your hands and hummed.

"Tastes good, doll?" he asked cockily.

"Of course," you replied with a smirk. "After all, it goes inside me."

He let out a faint growl at your words. "Don't say that. You make me want to fuck you right now."

You trapped him by pressing your other hand beside his head and lowered your head super close to him till you felt his hot breath fan over you. "Good thing the deal is stopping you."

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#nct smut #nct 127 smut #taeyong smut #taeyong scenarios #taeyong imagines #taeyong x reader #lee taeyong

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monstas1ut2 · 4 years

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Diabolik Lovers x POC! Reader

~Warnings!~

-Slang

-Lil bit of smut

-Cursing

-May have mistakes

“If He Was Cheating On His Girlfriend With You” (Shu, Reiji, Ayato, Karlheinz)

-Shu Sakamaki

"You love me huh..."

Lip stick stains on his upper body as well as the smell of expensive alcohol littered the lazy vampire who was supposed to be home by nine. The chocolate sundae had him quiet and satisfied for the rest of the night.

"Come on... if you didn't we wouldn't be in this shit right now..."

"Why are you so noisy...."

"Because you know I'm right..." Those blue eyes of his glanced over at the melanin skin that cursed him with being unfaithful towards his other lover. Glancing up towards your face with love stirred up with annoyance. Your lips curving into a mischievous smirk.

"I do..." Shu muttered as his eyes averted to the ceiling above, unable to lie to your face. He's unable to stop feeding off your love, and your blood for that matter. Shu still doesn't understand the whole love thing but he was pretty sure that's what he felt at the moment... at least.. with you.

"I love you too..." You spoke, a bit of a pout on your face as you leaned down to him, pressing those plump lips to his ear.

"Not tell her what gotcha all caught up..."

-Reiji Sakamaki

Infidelity...

It wasn't as if he was bored with her, well... Considering his poor choices, that had to be the truth. Maybe it was as if she became boring and too predictable... too bland... Too ignorant of things. There's no good reason to turn away from said lover but his need for something more turned into an adventure he'd never thought he'd go on.

The rush, the excitement ran through his body when he saw you at such an elegant party... That's where he met you... that's where he took you... Reiji being such a proper form of person, he did not dare propose it to you there... it was at a five star hotel where you got into this issue with the sadistic male.

"Ngh~... Y-Yes sir... p-please make me.... m-make me cum~!"

After that day, it's been non stop with you both, to the point where you both have caught feelings for one another in the mist of it. It certainly wasn't right but at this point it seemed as if Reiji could care less.. his other lover was a burden..

"You'd like such a thing hm...? For me to completely impregnate you and bound you with such a task.."

Those words rang in your ear, and your pussy squeezed tightly around him. Milking him completely as your ass connected with his pelvis once more...feeling weak on the knees, Reiji watched you let go of the sheets that were giving you some type of comfort.

Its just the thought of him loving your skin, your kinky/curly hair... it had you head over heels.. so badly that you were starting to feel your heart hurt in result. Though that did not get you caught off guard with his phone ringing... it seemed like you had strength all so suddenly..

That phone was in your hand... and Reiji wasn't doing a thing about it, not anymore...

"He's with me...."

-Ayato Sakamaki

The smell of marijuana mixed with a soft smell of sugar plum was something he got used to... It overpowered the vanilla scent he used to have on him every day... from his girlfriend.

That blunt between your fingers, acrylic nails long enough to poke someone's eyes out... He remembered just seconds ago how it was around his dick.. it wasn't as if he was trying to get hard again... well, he didn't have to try.. not with you..

"Oi... don't blow it in my face.."

"Wah wah... why you cry so much..." You hypocritically spoke, considering you were just balling your eyes out as Ayato broke your back in. To be completely honest, you were quite confused as to how your nails stayed in tack the whole time...

"Yours truly does not cry..."

"But yours truly doesn't know how to listen to his wants..." You snapped back quietly before blowing out some more of that addictive scent. Ayato could've sworn he gets a second high from you doing that.. it's not like he doesn't smoke, he just tries not to because hearing his girlfriend whine about it is quite annoying.

"Break up wit her.."

"You said that yesterday..."

"E-fucking xactly...... you was here yesterday..." You spoke sassily before crossing your arms over your exposed chest, your pretty, dark skin was a whole different situation form his girlfriend... he believed himself to like pale females... though when he met you it all turned into sunshines.

"Don't make me say it twice... I ain't arguin with you yato...."

"Alright!..."

"Don't be screamin at me.. I'll throw you out... I love you tho.."

Ayato glared towards you with those green eyes, though.... he did love you in return, unable to not love you... even though you two have sex mostly every day... it's always something more, the way you laugh at all his jokes.. the way you make him laugh.. he never wants to go home to her...

-Karlheinz Sakamaki

Two complete opposites, a limo coming to a neighborhood that was not as near nice as his mansion... It wasn't a poor neighborhood, just a little neutral. He'd pop up everyday and would never miss a beat unless his purple haired wife dared to invade his personal space.

"He's ridiculous..."

The cold, pink collar on that pretty melanin skin, along with the lacy pink bra that cupped your breasts amazingly, like it was cocoa powder marshmallows. Your pink panties barely covering much, though it matched. Now... you knew for a fact that he wasn't giving the same treatment to any of his wives...

"I'm ridiculous, you say...?"

Feeling your heart jump out of your body, the random thoughts all in your pretty mind before swallowing the nervousness. (E/c) eyes glaring over to the male who was sitting on your bed. Sometimes you hated the male's vampire abilities...

"I look-.."

"Magnificent... gorgeous..."

Sighing, you walked out of your nicely smelling bathroom and closed it behind you. You just hoped that mirror wasn't teasing you, because from your pov in that mirror.. you looked hot.

That evil smirk etching onto Karlheinz's face. You've told him plenty of times that you weren't giving him a baby because of how he treats his own and how manipulative he was. Karlheinz took this as a challenge and in result, he actually fell in love with with you.. something he wasn't expecting.

Karlheinz has fondly tried to be more loving towards his children but that's going to take awhile... unlike you, they love you. Though those wives of his has some things to say about you nonetheless... especially when it was announced that you were pregnant. Only a month.. so not so noticeable whatsoever.

"Whatever..." you mumbled before those thick chocolate thighs straddled Karl, his hands were gloveless, only one ring on his finger...lightly touching at your juicy ass... that ring matched yours... and lord knows he doesn't claim his wives so out in the open...

"I know one thing tho... you better not be touchin her in the same way..."

"I'd never dare do such a thing my love..."

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robbyswayzekeenes · 4 years

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badass━ demetri (cobra kai) imagine

demetri x badass fem! reader

requested by @klt123456

i hope you like it! just a lil demetri with his badass gf and some making out in the dojo :))

It wasn’t uncommon for there to be competition between high school students. Typically, any teenagers would be warring over who was the most popular, or the most attractive, but something you never tended to find high school students fighting over was who was the toughest. Then again, West Valley High wasn’t like any other high school. Since karate had infested the Valley like it was 1980, people had been changing. It was no longer about who dated who, and who fucked who-- no, the priority was now who could whip the other in a full-blown karate fight. And whilst there was a lot of competition for the top spot; whether it was Tory, or Hawk, or Miguel, and sure, they were all in the running. But everyone knew that the toughest kid at West Valley High was Y/N L/N.

The h/c didn’t look like much. (Your height) and seemingly harmless, she was anything but intimidating. If anyone were to suggest to an outsider that she was the toughest kid in the Valley, they would be ridiculed, especially when compared to Eli’s mohawk or Tory’s resting bitchface. But the thing that made Y/N really badass compared to any of the cobra’s or anyone at Miyagi-Do is that, whilst had been training in karate for a year or so, the girl had been fighting competitively since she was eight.

Red Tigers Karate was the only dojo left in the Valley until Johnny Lawrence brought back Cobra Kai. It had started back in the 80s and was the only one left after they all closed down. It wasn’t particularly busy, not like the rush of people Cobra Kai had received after Miguel’s fight in the cafe, but Y/N had been fighting there since she was a kid. Karate was always the best way for the girl to relieve anger, and now everyone was doing it. Despite the different styles, it was no competition that she was by far the best. She wasn’t defensive and passive like the style taught at Miyagi-Do, and she wasn’t all aggressive and merciless like Sensei Lawrence taught at Cobra Kai. The girl’s karate style was the perfect combination of offence and defence, which made her practically unbeatable. Y/N was badass as shit. And everyone knew it.

Demetri was the opposite of badass. Lanky and skinny, with gimpy, out of proportion limps, karate was definitely not his strong suit. He’d taken many beatings, even before karate came back to the Valley, and for a while, these beatings were even coming from his best friend, Eli. Sure, he’d had his victories in karate, for instance, when he had kicked Hawk into the trophy case during the school fight, but all in all, he had not had many successes when it came to karate. However, Demetri’s biggest success was somehow winning the heart of the biggest badass at school; Y/N L/N herself.

The pair had somehow become friends in school, despite the dark haired boy being very much terrified of her. And from there, their friendship had blossomed into a beautiful relationship, and the pair were both incredibly happy, despite the fact that Demetri had no idea how he’d ended up with someone so far out of his league. Since the karate war had started, Y/N had begun training more and more at Miyagi-Do, helping Daniel train the students, and now, after Kreese’s latest attack, helping Johnny Lawrence and the former Cobra Kai’s learn to fight in a style that wasn’t all offence. Today, whilst Daniel and Johnny were outside separately training Miguel and Sam in order to prepare them for the tournament, Y/N was playing a little game.

“Okay,” The h/c grinned, hopping onto the mat and getting in her stance. “Let’s play a sparring game. Winner stays on. I’ll start.” Demetri could see the mischievous twinkle in his girlfriend’s eye, but of course the new members of Miyagi-Do were not aware of the girl’s capabilities. “I’ll take you on,” Mitch had said with a cocky smirk, and the boy was flat on his back in less than ten seconds. Y/N pushed one strand of h/c hair from her face, winking at Demetri who was trying overly hard not to look impressed. “Who’s next?” The girl grinned, exhaling sharply as at least five new sets of eyes marvelled at her. This was the first time the combined dojos had seen each other fight, and they wouldn’t be the first to underestimate the seemingly innocent girl.

“Alright, Y/N, I’ll take you on,” Hawk said, stepping forwards, his scar twitching as his face twisted in determination. The red haired boy climbed onto the mat, and though he would never admit it to his girlfriend, Demetri was worried for her. He knew full well what he was capable of, and he had the scar on his arm to prove it. However, the brown eyed boy was wrong to doubt, as in thirty seconds, Y/N had Eli in a pin. “I win,” The girl breathed, one of her h/c strands falling from her bun. Eli got up with a huff and walked to the edge of the mat again, taking his spot next to Demetri.

As training went on, Y/N took every student on, working her way around everyone except Demetri and every time being victorious. “Holy fuck, she is badass,” Bert breathed after being thrown to the floor less than five seconds. He was the penultimate student, and still no one had managed to beat Y/N. Demetri let out a steady breath as he knew the time had come for him to get his ass handed to him by his girlfriend, and certainly not for the first time. Hawk smirked playfully before whispering to his best friend; “If it took her thirty seconds to get me down, I reckon she’ll have you in three.” “Actually, last time it was two,” Chris chimed in, earning a playful laugh from the others which caused Demetri to blush. However, it was at this moment that Sensei LaRusso chose to step into the dojo alongside Sensei Lawrence.

“Training’s finished for today, guys,” Daniel spoke, and Demetri was hesitant to let out a sigh of relief. As much as he loved Y/N, he would rather not have his ass kicked in front of the other teens, even if she had done the same to the rest of them. “You got lucky, Met,” Chris grinned, clapping the dark haired boy on the back as they began to file out the dojo. “Great training today, guys.” The h/c haired girl smiled, though Demetri’s brown eyes caught the mischievous glint in her e/c ones, and his eyebrows raised. “Sensei, if you don’t mind, I wanna train with Demetri a little longer. We didn’t get to finish today.” As soon as those words escaped her lips, the boy knew he was screwed. “Sure thing, Y/N. Thanks for all your help. It’s good to have someone round here who knows karate but also knows what it’s like to be a teenager.” “No problem,” The girl smiled, her eyes meeting Demetri’s with a smirk. “Yeah, and it’s good to have someone round here who’s an actual badass, too,” Sensei Lawrence chimed in, earning a disapproving look from Daniel. “I”m badass as fuck, I’ll have you know,” The man argued, and Y/N chuckled, closing the dojo doors and forcing the men to take their childish bickering somewhere else.

Demetri exhaled deeply as his girlfriend turned to face him. “Didn’t think you were getting out of a fight, did you?” The girl asked with a smile, causing the boy to roll his eyes. “Gee, anyone would think my girlfriend enjoyed kicking my ass.” “Maybe I do,” Y/N grinned cheekily before pressing a chaste kiss to the tall boy’s lips. “Now come on, in your stance.” Reluctantly, Demetri planted his feet and lifted up his guard, quirking an eyebrow at the girl who adjusted her hair where it sat atop her head before saying; “Ready? Hajime.” The h/c pounced forward, throwing a kick to Demetri’s head which he barely managed to block. She then threw one, two, three consecutive punches, but the boy shielded them all. She’s going easy on me, Demetri decided as not one of her shots landed. Scoffing slightly, the dark haired boy threw a feeble punch, but it was intercepted. “Come on, Demetri. You can fight better than that.” “So can you,” He pointed out, causing Y/N to smirk. The girl threw another kick, but he blocked it with the palm of his hand and retaliated with the same kick. A stupidly predictable move, even when she was taking it easy.

Y/N caught the kick under her arm, leaving the boy fighting for balance as she rotated their stance before forcing Demetri backwards, never letting go of his leg. His back hit the wall of the dojo with a crash, and the boy winced slightly. “Oops,” The h/c said, but she didn’t seem at all apologetic. “That was technically not a karate move,” The pedantic boy pointed out as Y/N finally let his leg drop to the floor and stepped inside his guard. “Neither is this,” She whispered, taking the collar of his shirt and pulling him down into a bruising kiss. Demetri was quick to reciprocate, much happier to be kissing his girlfriend than fighting her. Y/N’s hands snaked up to the boy’s dark hair as they continued to kiss, Demetri’s back pressed against the dojo wall. His hands slotted themselves inside the gaps of the girl’s vest top, setting them on her bare waist and making her shiver. “This,” Demetri mumbled in between kisses, “Is much better than fighting.” “We both know I could still beat you at this,” Y/N responded, pulling herself even closer to the boy so that their chests were flushed together. The two continued to kiss until they heard the opening slide of the dojo door, and hurriedly jumped apart.

“What are you- really, guys?” Sensei Lawrence asked as he stood in the doorway, his eyebrows raised. “Sensei,” Y/N breathed, though it’s not like either of them could deny it with their bruised lips and Demetri’s messy hair. “I don’t wanna know,” He interrupted, before glancing at Demetri; “Good going, kid.” The boy blushed a deep red as Johnny went on. “I won’t tell Daniel if you won’t.” Both teens nodded aggressively, knowing full well how Mr LaRusso felt about kids making out in his dojo. “But if you’re gonna fuck, at least clean the mat afterwards.”

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strawbunniiee · 3 years

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A Girl and a Ghost Ch 5. Precious Rose

SOOOO this one is a bit lengthy!! there’s a bit of blood, a lil language, so fair warning! oh yeah and HEHEHE SPOILER ALERT THERE’S SOME TASTY PHANTOMEACH MWAHAHAHHAA

i had a LOT of fun writing the phantom and peach fluff hehehe ;)

dont worry!! this definitely won’t be the last chapter either, there’s still gonna be more of my cheesy fic sjfndkfd

hope you enjoy!! @salamifuposey @monsterbride99 just letting these lovely hooman beans know that this chapter exists!!

Jawaii had her arms raised, ready to slice King Boo to ribbons, but the king blasted her back into a wall.

Jawaii had the wind knocked out of her lungs as she slid to the floor.

Phantom rushed to Jawaii's side, picking up her petite body. His eyes became a deep, dark blood red as he shot a murderous glare at King Boo.

"She didn't even stand a chance." he smirked.

Phantom charged a blast of blue fire in his palm. "DIE!" he screamed, hurling it at the king with all of his might.

He had attempted to avoid it, but he wasn't fast enough. The ball engulfed him in flames as he screamed.

The king flung a fireball from his cracked crown, but due to his crown being damaged, it spiraled out of control, which hit Phantom in the process but also set the attic ablaze. He gasped and grabbed Peach's body.

Jawaii regained her breath and jumped off of Phantom.

"JAWAII, NO!"

She didn't listen, instead she ran to King Boo and aimed to tackle him. She phased right through him and onto the floor. This just made him guffaw.

"YOU IDIOT! OH, YOU MORONS JUST MAKE ME LAUGH!"

Phantom began to inhale, gathering air in his body to let out the loudest, most powerful opera scream he had ever sung.

King Boo saw this as an opportunity to take Peach back from Phantom. The ghost Rabbid glanced over at Jawaii in panic, as if begging her to do something.

Jawaii leaped up while the king was distracted and stabbed him, taking great effort to make it as painful as possible for him. It cut open his skin, creating a massive gash on the side of his face, bleeding out a strange blood-like substance, perhaps ectoplasm.

The king let out a monstrous howl as he fell over onto the floor screaming, his hands over the gash.

Then, Phantom finally let out his scream, after inhaling so much air he felt like he was about to explode. It was a force so strong, so powerful that it blew a massive hole in the attic, blowing the bleeding king far away, all the way to the swamps in Spooky Trails.

Both of their ears rung from the noise.

Peach began to slowly wake up. Phantom picked up Jawaii and burst out of the hole in the manor, taking the three of them away.

———

Peach screamed when she fully woke up.

"Wh-where am I? Who are you? ...Oh. Mr. Tom?... what happened?" the princess sputtered out, deeply confused by what was happening. "All I remember is... King Boo taking me away, and then... nothing. And... who's the little girl?"

Phantom's face turned red and his eyes widened as he shyly looked away, blushing. "Ah, w-well... Princess, it's a rather complicated st-story, you see,—"

"Phantom, why don't you and I tell her what happened together? Maybe it'll be a lot easier that way!" Jawaii chimed in cheerfully.

Phantom smiled at Jawaii. "I suppose you're quite right!"

The two happily retold Peach everything that had happened, complete with how the two became friends, their adventure in Spooky Trails, leading all the way up to them rescuing her from King Boo.

"Oh my goodness, what a story! It sounds very scary but exciting at the same time! I'm glad that you're safe and sound, though!" beamed Peach.

Phantom blushed yet again. "Oh, why thank you dear Princess! I'm quite happy you went on unscathed as well."

"Hang on a sec, you know this lady Phantom? She seems very nice!" asked Jawaii.

"O-oh, yes yes! I do know her. We're, erm, friends." Phantom said quickly.

Jawaii squinted suspiciously at him. "You seem super awkward in front of her. Do you have a crush on her or somethin'?"

Phantom's face was a bright red tomato at this point. "N-no, that's preposterous, o-of course not! Why, no male and female can be t-together without people believing that they are lovers!"

Peach giggled a bit. Jawaii grinned mischievously.

"You know, Jawaii has a point. Do you have a crush on me..?" asked Peach.

"...N-no, it's just hot out here. I act a b-bit strangely when it's scorching hot like this!" It was actually quite cold that morning, contrary to Phantom's statement. "Oh, and would you look at th-that, we're here already!"

They had made it to the silent castle in the early hours of the morning. The sun had not even come up yet, still pitch black and silent. Phantom set Peach and Jawaii down gently.

"...Thank you so much for saving me from King Boo, Tom." Peach gave Phantom a gentle kiss on the cheek. His face violently blushed as he had a look of sheer surprise on his face, his jaw hanging open. Jawaii couldn't help but snicker at the look on Phantom's face.

"I... oh my! I wasn't e-expecting that, my princess." Phantom stammered.

Peach simply just smiled. "Would you like me to get you a room to stay in for the rest of the night? You two must be very exhausted after your dangerous adventure together!"

"That would be very much appreciated!"

"Oh... Jawaii? Should I tell your parents where you are...?" asked Peach, concerned.

Oh crud, I totally FORGOT about that. thought Jawaii.

"Uhhhhh... I'm sure they're fine! I'll just come back when the sun's up!"

"All right, then. I'll be right back in just a moment!" Peach walked off.

Phantom went silent.

"Hey uh... now that she isn't here... do you actually have a crush on her?" asked Jawaii.

Phantom looked around and whispered in Jawaii's ear. "To be completely honest, yes. I do. She's the most beautiful, kind woman I have ever met... and thanks to King Boo bringing back the memories of my past life, I know that I had spent my past life attempting to get her to notice me. But it had resulted in my demise."

"First of all, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, no shit Sherlock, for a theater nerd you're a TERRIBLE liar y'know." she teased lightheartedly. "Second of all, ouch... that really sucks. But hey! In this life you befriended her!"

Phantom sighed. "I wish so dearly that we could be together. I tried so hard in my past life, I sacrificed so much to get her to notice me... but that red capped demon had gotten in the way countless times. And worst of all... he and Peach are together."

Phantom began to softly sob, his hands over his face in despair. Jawaii slowly walked over and gave him a hug.

"Aw... I'm so sorry about that... But my mom says it's not good to bottle up emotions. Maybe you should tell her how you feel..?" she suggested.

Phantom just stared in silence for a few moments before he finally responded. "...Perhaps."

"Maybe I could help you with it!"

"...No, i-it's best for me to simply just... tell her. I've known her for quite a while now, but I've mostly been too nervous to do as much as speak to her."

Jawaii hugged him again, even tighter than the last time. "I'm here for you, best friend." she smiled.

Phantom hugged back. "...Thank you, Jawaii."

After a few minutes, Peach came back in to tell them that their room was ready.

"Sorry about the wait! We had a few issues... come on in, it's much comfier in here than it is out there. It's so cold out." she said.

"Oh! You're all right, Princess."

Peach escorted the two into the castle and into their room. Just like outside, the castle was very dark. It had little to no light other than the light of the stars and moon softly shining through the windows.

When they arrived, Peach opened the door. The room was very tidy and had very expensive looking furnishings, and two extremely fluffy beds with plentiful amounts of pillows and blankets. Jawaii gasped and immediately began to jump on the bed. Phantom and Peach laughed a bit at Jawaii's antics.

"Well, sweet dreams you two. You both deserve it after the adventure you've had tonight! And thank you both again for saving me... that was such a terrifying experience. No matter how many times I get kidnapped, it's always so scary."

She smiled and blew them both kisses. Phantom blushed.

"Ah... you're welcome, Peach. Bonne nuit."

Peach smiled and closed the door. She went back off to bed happily.

"What the shit did you say to her? Bun... bon-nue. What?" Jawaii asked, deeply confused.

Phantom quietly chuckled. "Bonne nuit. It's French for good night."

"The heck's a French?"

"Heh heh. Perhaps I shouldn't be laughing, for you're an alien child. You don't know everything about Earth and that's understandable!"

"No, it's okay. I like to make people laugh. 'Cuz it means I made them happy!" replied Jawaii.

Phantom smiled at Jawaii once more. "We should get some rest, my child. We've had a very long day. Bonne nuit, Jawaii." He laughed a bit at his own joke.

Jawaii smiled. "Nighty night, Phantom." She yawned and stretched and sprawled out on her bed, quickly falling asleep within a matter of minutes.

Phantom, however, lay awake in his bed, thinking about what Jawaii had told him to do. He tossed and turned, pondering his decision. His heart throbbed, wondering what would happen.

Then, he decided.

He was going to tell her tonight. He had figured that he may as well get it over with now.

He nervously got out of bed and quietly phased through the walls to get to Peach's bedroom, where she had still laid awake. She was slightly startled by Phantom seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

"Oh! Tom? Is there... something you need?" she asked

"Well... there is something I must tell you. I've hidden it from you for so long... because I was afraid of being rejected, I suppose." he admitted.

"Oh... Well, what is it?"

"I know that you are already taken... b-but..." Phantom covered his blushing face with his hands, and forced himself to finally choke out the words.

"I l-love you."

He knew that this was the end. She was going to kick him out of her castle... or far worse.

But her response shocked him down to his very gramophone.

"Well... if I'm completely honest, I have feelings for you too. That peck on the cheek earlier... was something I've wanted to do for a long time." she smiled and looked away a bit.

Phantom stared dumbfounded at her. He couldn't believe it. "B-b-but, you— and M-Mario—" he stammered.

"Oh, that's just a rumor that goes around... everybody seems to think that! He's still a very close friend of mine, and I'm so glad he's saved me so many times."

"Erm... speaking of that... King Boo told me something about myself that not even I had known. I... I was a human once. I wanted so badly for you to notice me... each time you were kidnapped, I always attempted to save you... but my attempts were futile, for Mario always saved you before I ever could. But one day, King Boo trapped you in a painting... and for the first time, I had arrived in time to save you. Unfortunately, he had killed me and sealed my soul inside a gramophone. I had forgotten about this previous life... until he had told me. Then all of the memories rushed inside me. Saving you had felt... like I had finally fulfilled my goal." he explained.

"...Actually... now that I think of it, I do remember a handsome young man who had clothes not different than yours who had come to save me from him. I remember his beautiful deep voice... with that accent... it was your voice! Your voice was always so familiar to me...but I could never figure out where I heard it."

Phantom's face turned red from the complements. "P-princess, please stop flattering me..."

She giggled. "You haven't become any less handsome than you were as a human, you know."

Before Phantom could respond, she kissed him again. This time, on the lips.

The two kissed under the pale morning moonlight shimmering down into the room.

#tw blood #jawaiis cheesy fics #a girl and a ghost #jawaii #phantom x peach #phantomeach #phantom of the bwahpera #princess peach #king boo #mario #super mario #mario + rabbids kingdom battle #mario rabbids #mario + rabbids #fanfic #fanfiction

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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not allowed, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; established relationship yoongi x reader

summary: The love of your life, BTS’s very own Min Yoongi, tells you he has a gift for you. But he also says you’re not allowed to refuse. What’s that supposed to mean, hm? Surely not... wild hot sex with the Golden Maknae himself?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship with Yoongi (takes place after his surgery); smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral, dirty talk, penetrative sex, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; it’s self-indulgent and I’m a little ashamed but it’s too late now, whoops

Just... just looking through the Twitter tag couldn't hurt, right?

You scrolled through the pictures slowly. They performed really well these past two days. Received all the awards they deserved, because BTS were the best. Still, it depressed you seeing the empty space where Min Yoongi was supposed to be.

But that was because Yoongi was beside you, propped up in the bed with pillows, scrolling on his phone with his right hand. Occasionally, he would lower it to use both hands, since his left arm was still in the sling. You two had watched the MMA and MAMA 2020 performances together. You knew he wanted to be there. You could hear it in his voice when he called in.

Oh, that’s right, were you supposed to be in his apartment?

No.

But you didn't care about rules and neither did Yoongi.

Were you dating? Well, as much as dating could be when it came to a relationship with the most loved 'lil meow meow' in the whole world.

Yoongi always gave you this look of disapproval when you called him that, but you would always just smile and say it again, slower.

It was the kind of thing that simply fell into place and neither of you wanted to convolute it with too many other opinions or thoughts. What happened, happened. You weren't going to make yourself known or ask for impossible things. When he told you that he was getting surgery for his left shoulder and wouldn’t have schedules for a long while, you cashed in on all those sick hours you accumulated at work, stating you had to take care of a loved one.

No one knew your loved one was Min Yoongi. And that's way you two liked it.

Yoongi leaned over to the long straw of the water bottle tucked in the crook of your arm.

"Staring at our maknae again?"

You stiffened. "I'm looking at all their pictures, Yoongi. Just happened to stop on Jungkook."

He took a short sip.

"Mmm-hmm."

A few seconds past. You stared at Jungkook’s intense dark eyes, his long hair flying about from dancing, his clenched jaw as he focused. Looking sinful in all white, tempting you to save the photos.

"You're not changing the screen."

"I'm admiring the stylists' hard work."

Yoongi hummed. "You're a bad liar."

You would have thrown your phone at him if it wasn't the special edition BTS S20+, complete with a Shooky phone case. You swiped past, seeing the image of Jungkook lifting Jimin in the Black Swan performance.

"I should tell him."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sick of me?"

"No." He pointed to his left arm. "Can't take care of you either."

"I don't want to be the reason you need more months of physical therapy. I'm fine."

Yoongi placed his phone in his lap and placed his right arm around your shoulders. "We could risk it," he purred.

You chuckled. "I don't think that's a good idea." You leaned your head against his shoulder. "I want to see you preform again."

"But you still want to bang Jungkookie."

A muscle in your eyebrow twitched. "I'm only looking at the pictures, Yoongi. You know you're the only one for me."

"You wouldn't try? Even if he begged you?"

You turned to Yoongi and his crafty smirk. "No." You stared at his lips and leaned in, kissing him lightly. You smiled against them. "I love you, Yoongi." Your smile turned into a smirk. "I worked too hard to sneak in here. Even outsmarted Dispatch. You can't get rid of me so easily."

Yoongi smiled back. He leaned against the headboard.

"What if I was okay with it?”

You blinked at him. "Why would you be okay with it?”

Yoongi shrugged. "You're mine, no matter what, no? Not even Jungkook's dick is going to change that."

"... Hah?"

Yoongi held up his hand, long fingers spread out. He ticked them down as he spoke. "Pros: my woman gets to satisfy her little crush, gets the fucking she wants, and will be happy."

You felt your ears burn. "Yoongi..."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, wicked smile on his lips. "Cons... none."

You rolled your eyes. "You'd be pissed off."

He tilted his head. "What do I have to be pissed off for? Are you saying there's a reason I should be worried?"

You frowned. "No. Even if it did happen, which it won't, you will always be number one."

Yoongi nodded. "There you go."

You let out a puff of air. "I don't think Jungkook would agree anyway. And I wouldn't do it, because it's not the right thing to do."

"Who decided it's wrong?"

You made a face. "I don't know... society?"

"And we trust that societal rules are just and moral?"

"I mean, no..."

Washing your hair was always a pain in the ass.

You had to blow-dry it upside down, add five products at different stages, brush it super carefully with a special brush to avoid breakage, collect the fallen hair and throw it out, blah blah blah.

You shrugged on one of Yoongi's shirts after the shower – the black-and-white checkered one he wore during his VLive. Running your hand through your hair, you finally picked up your phone. Yoongi was at physical therapy, so he wouldn't be back for a while. You had some messages from him, probably before he had to put his phone away.

I sent you a gift. It will arrive today. You are not allowed to refuse.

You raised your eyebrows at that.

P.S. Merry early Christmas.

Was it jewelry? You pursed your lips. You always told Yoongi not to buy you things. Firstly, because you felt bad you could never reciprocate the amount he spent. You didn't make the money he made, after all. And secondly, you weren't that interested in owning expensive things. The only expensive items you loved were technology-based. Yoongi and you bonded over the newest Samsung products and always kept an eye on the latest tech.

Maybe that was it? Maybe you had to collect a package. You mused, brushing your teeth. You were going to borrow Yoongi's pants, but you had to go hunt for some. After the teeth brushing.

You spat and gargled some water.

The front door opened.

You frowned. Was physical therapy canceled? Yoongi didn't have people come in and clean the apartment, because he didn't want anyone to find you. You weren't supposed to be here and no one knew you were here – except for his members, of course. But they didn't have the key, so it had to be Yoongi. You waited, in case there was someone outside. You didn't want them to hear your voice. The door closed and relocked.

You spat and rinsed out your mouth before turning off the light and going to the hallway.

"Yoongi, was physical therapy can–"

The head of long black hair lifted and turned around. He was in the middle of taking off his black sneakers. He pulled down his black face mask.

It was not Yoongi.

"Hey, noona."

Abort.

You backed up.

"J-J-Jungkook?"

The mischievous maknae grinned.

"I'm the gift."

Your eyes widened. You whipped your phone to your face, nearly dropping it, juggling it for two seconds before slapping it between your palms and rereading Yoongi's messages. Rereading them way too many times because what? What, what, WHAT?

"D-don't you have p-practice?" Why were you stuttering? You never stuttered. But you never had that conversation with Yoongi until a couple days ago either.

"I have some time, but I have to go back, yeah," Jungkook replied, far too cheerfully for how flustered you were. He was probably trying not to laugh at you.

"How did you get in? And what do you mean, y-you're the...?"

You felt like your world was spinning. Did Jeon Jungkook just announce he was the gift? What? You're not allowed to refuse. Of course, you were going to refuse! This was Min Yoongi you were in love with! The cutest in the entire world!

Jungkook brushed back part of his long hair and tucked it behind his ear, revealing half of his forehead and his silver hoops. Smirk on his pink lips, the mole underneath his lower lip winking at you. Skin tan and glowing in the hallway light.

...

Okay, yes, Jeon Jungkook was very handsome, but it didn't matter because–

"Hyung and I had a talk. He gave me the key," Jungkook said, dangling it.

"Hahaha, why would be do that?" you laughed nervously, still crab-walking backwards because maybe if you just fused with the wall then you were be spared from those penetrating dark brown eyes.

Jungkook stepped into the apartment, following you. “I was surprised too.” He smiled somewhat apologetically. “I guess he overheard me telling Taehyung that I would totally fuck you if you weren’t hyung’s girlfriend.”

You blinked rapidly. “P-pardon?”

Jungkook held up his hands. Oh dear. His pretty, large hands that reminded you of Yoongi’s, but his right hand was tattooed. “But I wasn’t going to do anything though. Promise.” His eyes shifted upwards and then he looked back at you, his rueful expression turning into one of slyness. Shit. “Well, until Yoongi-hyung asked me to, that is.”

You stumbled in the doorframe of the bedroom. To be honest, you kept backing up because Jungkook advancing on you was making you uneasy, hot, and bothered. With emphasis on the latter two. You still couldn’t believe Yoongi would do this to you. This was Yoongi! Mild-mannered, sweetie with swagger, SUGA of BTS!

Then you had a thought.

You were always very good at teasing Yoongi. Either to annoy him or sexually in public situations. You could imagine Yoongi’s smirking face now. Knowing he got the one-up on you. Knowing he’d finally shocked you.

You’re not allowed to refuse.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. A hot shiver went up your spine. Jungkook was right in front of you. Black parka, black jeans. Jungkook unzipped the parka, shrugging out of it. Black dress shirt. You knew Jungkook did not like wearing button-ups. Why was he wearing it? He unbuttoned the first one, revealing his collarbone. Then the second one. Open-mouthed smirk completed with his tongue between his teeth, dark eyes on your shaking form.

The maknae was going to fucking striptease you?

You held a hand up. “Hold on a second.”

Jungkook’s fingertips paused above the next button.

“You’re doing this… for fun?”

Jungkook tilted his head. “No. Not really for fun.” His voice was low, deep. His eyes trailed down your body, then back up to your face, lingering all over you. You swallowed. “I’m doing this because this is the only chance I’ll get.”

“What if I say no?”

Jungkook lowered his hand. “Hyung said you weren’t allowed to refuse.” His voice was softer now, almost pouting. Ouch. It actually pained you. You wanted to give in to him just like that. You loved Yoongi with all your heart, but the maknae’s charms definitely worked on you. They worked on everyone. Everyone loved Jungkook and wanted to give him everything.

“Jungkook,” you breathed, trying to reorient yourself, trying to find the right words. “I’m not saying I’m not interested. I definitely am.” He observed you carefully as you groped for the right words. “But this is a little crazy. And… you could get anyone.”

“I couldn’t get you.”

You slowly, slowly made eye contact with him. Jungkook took a step towards you. You didn’t move, transfixed by his chocolate eyes.

“The way you slowly fell in love with Yoongi-hyung,” he whispered, getting closer and closer. “You didn’t even notice. You still don’t notice. The way I stare at you, you and the beautiful shape of your eyes.” His finger came up and traced your eyes, rooting you in place. “Your cute nose. The shape of your lips.” His fingertip brushed against your lower lip. “So full. I watch you kiss him, wishing it was me.” He caressed your cheek. “The dimples that appear when you smile. So cruel.”

Jungkook’s breathing shallowed. His eyes flickered downwards to your hands, still clutching your phone. He reached for it and took it from you. Threw it onto the bed. Then his hands wrapped around yours, clutching them tight. You stopped breathing. Jungkook’s voice dropped several octaves.

“I watch your hands. Touching him, resting on his thigh, tracing up, palming him right in front of us.”

“I didn’t… think anyone would notice.”

Jungkook leaned in even more, still holding your hands tightly, as if they were going to disappear. You could smell his clean scent, like fresh laundry.

“I always notice,” he murmured. “Whenever you’re there, I can’t help but have my eyes on you. I couldn’t touch, but I could look. I thought that was all I could have.”

Jungkook let go of you. Hand dancing up your neck, cupping your cheek. Tilted his head, eyelashes lowering. Breath against your lips. Eyes pleading you, waiting for the heartbreak.

“Please let me kiss you.”

You’re not allowed to refuse.

You pressed your lips against Jungkook’s, eyes closing. It was impossible to say no. He was sweet and soft. You could feel his nerves and his fear in his kiss, not trying to ask for more, not wanting to ask for too much. It was you who hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Right, wrong? That didn’t matter right now. The only thing you cared about right now was taking Jungkook’s fear away.

You pulled him onto the bed, arms around his neck, mumbling his name against his lips. His breathing hitched, hands circling your waist, holding onto you.

“Noona…”

“Call me by name, Jungkook.”

He gulped, shaking his head. “I can’t.” He gnawed on his lip anxiously. You smiled, and took his hands, placing them by the buttons of his shirt.

“Weren’t you in the middle of giving me a show?” you teased. “You’re great at putting on a show.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a smile. “Oh yeah?”

You settled down into the bed, looking up at him from in between his thighs. You could tell Jungkook was still nervous, but there was something else too. His mischief was creeping back into his sparkling eyes. You cocked an eyebrow, smirking. He undid another button. And another. Carefully, playfully pulling the fabric apart, revealing a little of his skin at a time.

“Hyung told me you like staring at my pictures.”

You shrugged, licking your lips. “They’re nice photos.”

“Were you satisfied by just looking at pictures?” he purred, already reaching lower, lower. You could see the contours of his muscular torso, the top of his abs. Ugh, Jungkook was so attractive. Scratch that, so fucking hot. He reached the bottom of his shirt and placed two fingers under your chin, pushing it back up to his face.

“My eyes are up here.”

His fingers under your chin made you realize how hard you were breathing.

“Jungkook.”

He tilted his head at you, long hair covering part of his face.

Yoongi’s words came back to you. My woman gets to satisfy her little crush. At the time, you thought those words were referring to your crush in Jungkook. But perhaps it was the other way around. Maybe Yoongi was referring to you satisfying Jungkook.

“Don’t hold back.”

And then you got up from the bed, grabbing the collar of his dress shirt and yanking them down Jungkook’s shoulders, kissing him again, but harder this time, tongue sliding into his mouth and thrusting into it, taking his breath away. Jungkook’s eyes went wide, gasping against your tongue, struggling to get out of his sleeves before he scrambled for the buttons on your shirt, moaning as you sucked on his tongue, gripping his upper arms.

“N-noona…”

“Call me by name or nothing at all,” you growled dangerously.

His dark eyes bored into you, daring you. You nipped at his lower lip, grinning.

“You think you’re the only one who’s horny here?”

Your hands danced around his arms, reaching around him, and your nails scratched him down his broad back, hissing as he moaned, tipping his head back, Adam’s apple shaking. Fuck, it felt so good. It felt so fucking good to drag your nails down that back, seeing Jungkook lose some control, falling more and more into the moment. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him, shuddering as his hard body was pressed against you and your half-open shirt.

“I want it all,” you breathed. “I’m so greedy, but I want it all, Jungkook. Give it to me.” Voice dropping, inhaling his delicious scent. “Please.”

He growled deep in his chest and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, yanking up and revealing your bra clasp, undoing it easily. Pushed you back, swiftly pulling your shirt and bra off together, tossing it aside to the floor.

“Fuck, your tits are as pretty as I thought they would be.”

And then Jungkook’s mouth was on you, furiously kissing down your neck, licking your collarbones, biting your shoulder, his hands roughly squeezing your breasts. You moaned, your nipples pressed against his thumbs, pinching them against the side of his hand. His lips travelled down, down and then they latched around your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Your hands flew up into his hair, gripping it tightly.

“Fuck, they even taste good,” he whined. “You taste so fucking good.”

Your back arched as he began to suck, running your hands through his hair, whimpering his name, telling him how good he was, how nice it felt, lost in the feeling of his tongue and his strong arms around your waist. He switched to the other nipple, saliva dripping. Licking it all over and then breathing on it with his hot breath. Your entire body trembled in his arms from the sensation.

“I’m drooling; that’s how fucking good you taste,” Jungkook mumbled, sucking hard and tight, dark eyes on you as you cried out softly, holding onto his head. Your fingers curled into his long locks, grasping them tightly. He raised his eyebrow, but you began to rock back and forth into his mouth, tugging your nipple with his lips. Jungkook’s fingers dug into you, erotic groans vibrating in his throat as you fucked his face with your tits.

Wetness soaked your panties, the scent of your sex getting stronger and stronger.

Jungkook removed his lips, sucking in a tight breath. Your name slid out of his mouth in a tight hiss, no honorifics. You felt your pussy throb hearing your name come from his lips, saturated with desire. You grinned.

“Took you long enough, Jungkookie.”

He chuckled, grabbing your hips and shoving them up into his jean-covered crotch. You gasped. You could feel his erection straining against the thick fabric, grinding against your soaked panties. Fuck, you couldn’t stop staring at Jungkook, him and his sharp jawline and his beautiful eyes and his playful smirk on his damn lips, infuriating and arousing you.

“You’re so fucking irresistible,” you whispered, rolling your hips into him hard. It was his turn to gasp, his turn to shudder at your movements. The way you could turn him from smug confidence to those submissive doe eyes was turning you on way too much.

You wanted to ruin him and be ruined by him.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. He yelped as you slid down, nails racking down his torso, whimpering in your wake. The front of his jeans was wet with your juices. You undid the button, zipping them down.

“How are you going to explain this?” you smirked, gesturing down to the giant wet sport at the front of his pants.

“They’re black,” Jungkook panted. “It’ll be fine.”

You laughed, pulling them down his legs. Jungkook’s hand flew down, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a condom. You tilted your head.

“Only one?”

He looked down at you, startled. “W-well… I don’t know if you want more….”

You raised an eyebrow and reached over to the nightstand, opening it and taking out the whole damn box.

“Er… I cannot cum that many times. In one sitting, anyway.”

“Ah, well, let’s just see then.”

You peeled his jeans and boxer briefs off, licking your lips as your hungry eyes landed on his cock. Half-hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Jungkook swallowed nervously, but you crawled on top of him, immediately licking a fat stripe down his entire length. You moaned with him, feeling the blood rushing to his cock, pulsing against your lips. You hadn’t had sex in a while, trying not to tempt Yoongi or aggravate his injury. His recovery was too important to not only you, but the nation and the world. So, you kept your need to yourself, but now Jungkook’s cock was right on front of you.

And there was nothing to stop you.

You pressed your lips against his balls, licking them all over, playing with them with your tongue. Jungkook groaned above you, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as you began to suck on them, bobbing your head up and down. He was panting your name breathlessly, helpless as you pulled your head back, his balls slowly slipping out from between your lips.

You kissed up his length, tongue swirling around the head before taking him in, all the way, softly but firmly. If there was anything Yoongi’s tongue technology taught you, it was how to apply his technique to giving head, much to his surprise. You were good at extrapolation. You pressed the head into the roof of your mouth, raking it all the way to the upper part of your throat and tightening. Jungkook gasped, eyelids fluttering as your tongue assaulted the bottom of his cock, from the bottom of the head to the base.

You heard something between the lines of, “Holy fuck”, “What the hell”, and “Oh my fucking God.”

You retreated for a second, wrapped your tongue all the way around the head and teased the thin skin right where the head and length connected, repeatedly rubbing your lips over it before going all the way down again.

Now Jungkook was absolutely incomprehensible as you began to suck him off, fast and tight, lips soft compared to the vacuum of your mouth. Was it unfair? Yes, it was, giving him soft and hard, rough and wet, scraping the head against the back of your throat and choking it with your muscles. Jungkook was whimpering and cursing, his thighs flexing under you, tasting so fucking good that you were dripping between your own thighs.

You didn’t stop.

Faster and faster, holding his hips down, watching Jungkook unravel under you, hands in his long hair and slamming his head back into the pillows, covering his mouth as he screamed your name into his palm. You felt his cock spurt his cum into the back of your throat, your muscles constricting as you drank him up, your moans added vibration along his length.

The first orgasm was always the most and tasted the best. So much, coating the entire inside of your mouth, your tongue swiping around his cock to collect it all. You lapped it all up, encouraging his cock to get hard again. Smirking as you succeeded, popping your mouth off gently.

“What position do you want me in, Jungkook?” you murmured, throat a little hoarse, taking the condom and opening it, rolling it onto his cock.

He moved his palm from his mouth, panting hard, hair all over his face. His intense brown eyes locked with yours and you knew the dynamic was switched.

“On your back. Want to watch your face when I fuck you.”

You could relent, rolling onto your back, removing your soaked panties, chest heaving in anticipation as Jungkook got up, towering over you. His hands gripped your hips, adjusting you to the correct angle. You could play the other part, with one small caveat. His eyes found yours, glaring at you.

“Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“Make me.”

Jungkook thrust into you, hard, and you kept the smirk on your face as he forcefully stretched you out, pushing your limits.

“Hurts?” he taunted.

You licked your lips. “It’s not good unless it hurts.”

The slight irritation that flashed in his eyes spurred you on. You tightened around his cock, exhaling with a hiss. Fitting him to you, bringing out the dominance in him. Jungkook gritted his teeth and slammed his hips into yours. You had the audacity to chuckle.

“Did you really want me that bad, Jungkook?” you teased. “Or were they only pretty words? Are you a tiger or just a cute little bunny?”

Jungkook snarled low in his chest.

Then he began to fuck you, lifting your legs onto his shoulders and pressing down, smacking your ass with his hips. The position made you tighter, gravity making him pound you harder, forcing you to feel all of him as drove his rock-hard cock into you. Your hands flew up, one pressed against the headboard, the other clutching a pillow for dear life, eyes squeezing shut at the fullness and harshness.

“A-ah, fuck, yes,” you gasped. “So fucking good…”

Jungkook brought his face close to yours, hitting you deeper and just as hard. “Where’s your smirk now? Can’t give me one when you’re being punished by this cock?”

Your heart jerked in your chest at his dirty words, becoming even wetter with the dangerous edge to his voice.

“Listen to you, fucking dripping down my thighs with how wet you are for me,” Jungkook hissed, inhaling sharply as you throbbed hard around him. He groaned, clenching his jaw. “Fuck, I can’t help myself, I just have to fuck you like an animal.”

You snickered dryly, jerking your hips up to meet his. Not saying anything, letting your pussy do the talking because you were so close to orgasm that you roughly massaged his entire length, throwing your head back and moaning as you came around him. The squelching sounds between your connected hips got louder, drenching the air with the scent of sex and lust.

Jungkook sank his teeth into his lower lip, grimacing. “Fucking unfair how good you feel,” he ground out, squeezing his eyes shut, ramming his hips into you, muscles in his arms and shoulders tense. “Can’t even last, fuck.”

He crashed his hips into yours and growled your name in his throat, cock smacking against your walls as he came, swelling the condom full. You whimpered in ecstasy, back arching, clenching around his cock.

“Yes, Jungkook, oh, yeeees…”

It wasn’t enough.

Neither of you had had enough.

Jungkook gripped the end of the condom and pulled out, hissing at the sensitivity as he took it off. You tossed him a spare towel from the nightstand drawer and he cleaned himself, gasping.

“Hands and knees.”

You rolled over, flinging the box of condoms at him, and he caught it, dark eyes glinting.

“Spread that pussy for me.”

You reached back and planted your hands on each ass cheek pulling your wet slit open. Jungkook hissed and you could hear skin on skin of him jacking himself off to get hard again. An idea popped into your head.

You flexed your vaginal muscles, opening and closing your hole for him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so damn sexy it’s illegal.”

You heard him get onto his knees. The sound of a condom being ripped open. His groan as he fitted the condom over his aching cock. His strong hands gripped your hips, the head rubbing against your entrance.

“Don’t know how long I can last,” he murmured. “I’m just going to go as hard and as fast as I can.”

“Do it, Jungkook,” you panted. “Make me feel you for days.”

He whimpered at your words and sank into you. Both of you moaning, your hands clutching the sheets, his fingertips bruising your skin, imprints of lust. Jungkook was pure, glorious power that threatened to overtake you, his cock throbbing and digging into your walls as he fucked you hard, muscular thighs slapping into yours. The poor bed could barely take it, but neither of you noticed, lost in the feeling of being filled and doing the filling.

His hand came down on your ass, a sharp, harsh sound that echoed off the walls and made your pussy clench. It barely hurt. You had felt worse before.

“You like that?” he panted.

“Fuck yes I do,” you gasped hotly. “Spank my ass, Jungkook.”

He did, thrusting into you and slapping you repeatedly, making your ass jiggle. You squeezed him each time, now rolling your hips back into him, arching your back as you came with a satisfied sigh. Your skin stung, your pussy was pulsating with abuse, and Jungkook’s cock hit all your deepest spots.

“Fuck, Jungkook, you’re so fucking good at fucking me,” you breathed, feeling him wind you up again.

He couldn’t even reply, only loudly moaning through the convulsions of your pussy radiating up and down his length. Good thing the walls were pretty soundproof, because it was a goddamn porno in the bedroom at the moment. It was obscenely lewd with the wet slapping of his hips into yours.

“So close, so close, squeeze me, fuck, choke my damn dick,” Jungkook rambled in between breaths, hissing as you did as you were told, gripping him every time he slammed into you. He came with a half-scream, half-moan of your name, whining at the sensitivity as you pulsed around him, leaking down his thighs and yours. It smelled so strongly of sex that you weren’t sure how you were supposed to clean this up before Yoongi came home.

Your phone buzzed loudly on the bed.

You grunted, clawing for it as Jungkook remained inside you, softening but refusing to leave your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your back.

You checked your messages. From Yoongi.

Your gift needs to get his ass to practice before he gets yelled at.

“Jungkook, you’re gonna be late.”

He groaned in annoyance, squeezing you tighter. Another message popped up.

Tell him there’s plenty of time before I fully recover. If he works hard and does a good job, maybe after I recover too.

You poked Jungkook. He lifted his head, pouting, eyes changing to excitement when he read the message.

part ii “You’re not allowed to leave until your noona is satisfied.”

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Rapture is a Boy (2)

Summary: Remus and you have always had a playful, loving relationship but his behavior around the full moon leads you to assume the worst. A huge fight ends with the two of you heartbroken. Will Remus reveal the truth behind his behavior? And will you still love him afterwards or has he truly lost you forever?

Young Remus Lupin x Reader

Warning: brief talk of weight (as someone who is overweight I would never write anything or imply that being overweight is a bad thing, I know society deems it as less beautiful but the truth is that we are so beautiful, every single one of us despite our weight/size or appearance, we just have a different journey to self-love than those who are conventionally pretty, a much harder path to confidence no doubt, but let me remind you that you are breath taking because most to all of beauty is the uniqueness that one has), some angst sprinkled into this one, get ready for loads of it later, bitches like em’ sad, it’s me, I’m bitches. Also, there are some cuss words, nothing too bad though. Self-doubt, cheating is mentioned.

Authors note: I try to keep my writing(self inserts) gender, body type, ethnicity and house neutral/not specified. If I ever slip up please let me know so that I can change it. Remus’s/3rd POV is italicized, it switches back and forth briefly to better show the relationship and luv. Shit will go down in the next chapter, enjoy the little amounts of fluff and joy in this one while it lasts mwhahaha!

Word Count: 2k

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Part Two

**** Chocolate Pudding ****

I was distracted in class for the second time this month, all because of Remus Lupin. He plagued my mind, and now Lucy accompanies him even in my thoughts. I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions, and I almost never do. But Lily saying I should talk to him, and Lucy running off to comfort Remus when it should have been me, pushed me into a full spring leap. And the conclusion I leapt to was a heartbreaking one, but with all the confidence of the world I believed it. It’s the only thing that makes sense with what I know now. He’s cheating on me.

He told me earlier today, he will be studying in the library with the rest of the marauders before dinner. I will meet and talk to him there, I decided, wringing my fingers and then wiping the sweat off on my robes. Because although yes, I do think he could be cheating on me, I know Remus is a great person. Great people don’t cheat, right?

“Lily, you don’t think he’s cheating do you?” I blurted out, whispering it softly to her through her blockade of dark red hair. She turned to me flabbergasted, her mouth agape to me.

“No,” She says definitely. “Remus is not that person...” There is a silence as I nod blankly at her, I know she is being truthful but she wants to say more. I tug on her robe sleeves, I need to hear what she wants to say but can’t bring myself to ask aloud. What if I don’t like the answer?

“But I think, that ya should talk to him about it. He seems off, no? Maybe it isn’t Lucy at all. You’re jumping to conclusions.” She gives me a pointed look and I nod now in both acceptance and thanks.

“You’re right. I’m being a git.” We both laugh, my mind now eased slightly. We continue to talk amongst ourselves here n there throughout the class. I mentioned James once and she glares at me, but I smile and say,

“Gee Lily, your hair looks awfully bright with that complimentary blush of yours.” She nearly shoves me off my stool. Spending alone time with Lily (despite the large group of students around us) was refreshing, I felt a lot lighter. But the thought of this up coming confrontation with the love of my life once again settled above me like a dark cloud.

It was the last period and it ended minutes ago, I am now making my way up to the library. To Remus. The doors were heavy but glided over the floor as I opened them, the room smelt of old books and dusty pages. I inhaled deeply and smiled to myself, it smells slightly like Remus. Speaking of, his laughter rings out and without a second to waste, Peter, Remus, Sirius and James are shushed aggressively.

I turn around the corner to finally meet them and they’re huddled over some large piece of parchment. Giggling and whispering to themselves, heads nearly clinking together. I clear my throat as so not to intrude. Remus quickly turns to me, his eyes wide in surprise before he stands and hugs me, enclosing my head in his chest.

“(y/n), what a lovely surprise. How was class?” I muffled a hello into his sweater, and can hear shuffling around, from the boys and only when the sound ceased did Remus let go of me. He rubbed his hands down my arms, and smiled warmly down at me. Before I could answer James leans his head in his hand, breathing heavy, he turns to me.

“How’s Lils? Ya have that class with her, right?” I roll my eyes and sit down beside them, Remus stands behind me. The paper is gone but I pay it no mind.

“Yes,” I chuckle to myself, remembering her blush at just the mention of his name. “She’s doing quite well actually. And you boys? Any mischievous plans stuffed up your sleeves? 20, maybe?” They all look at one another and shrug, Peter shook his head yes. Sirius hit his arm and shook his head no, dramatically until Peter followed along. Then the two turn to me and I laugh, not pushing the obvious truth of a scheme from them. They’re sly when they want to be, so this was a definite bashful action. Cheeky.

“Hey love, we’ll meet you down at dinner yeah?” My heart sank for the 2nd, no 3rd time that day. When did Remus get so dismissive? The boys stared up at him a little, mouths agape before they turned to me with soft smiles.

“We’ll miss you dearly until then,” Sirius adds, once again in high spirits.

“Yes, and don’t eat all the pudding in spite.” Peter makes sure to add after last time I did such a thing. It was Peters favorite and he once said I looked bigger when I returned at the train station for the beginning of the year, after the summer of puberty, when really he was just awkwardly talking about how I grew taller and more into myself, good bigger, he thought. But, like anyone with ears I assumed he was calling me fat (fat and all shapes and sizes is beautiful and worthy of love and appreciation, but when someone, such as Peter, implies such a thing to another, in such a way, they could only mean it harmfully so of course I was not going to let that shite slide), so that night I shoveled in all the chocolate pudding before he could get even one bite.

Remus was laughing hysterically with the other boys, as I smirked a blob of pudding fell out between my lips, and Peter looked like he was going to cry. I remember Remus pulled me aside that night to clear up the misunderstanding. He awkwardly confessed it was about my surprising change in appearance, and that I actually look very beautiful. We snogged later that year and the rest is history. (Though the romantic build up was a lot more romantic than just snogging, Remus can be a romantic kind of guy, now was not once of those moments.)

I turn to him.

“Okay. See you then!” I fake the cheeriness in my voice and hope my breath isn’t too shaky as I go and kiss Remus’s cheek. He kisses the very edge of my lips distractedly as I pull away, far from our usual goodbye kisses. I make my way out of the library before stopping in my tracks to yell something over my shoulder.

“The pudding is yours Peter, though it’ll look more appetizing each time you bring that night up,” I expected laughter, or for Peter to say something, anything in response but instead there is silence. I turn around to see the large parchment out again, and the boys huddled over it animatedly.

Thoroughly aggravated, I huff my way down to the dorm and rant to Lily about it all. Then she suggests both the best and the worst idea we, as intellectual, well-put together (well we like to think so) people, have had all day.

“Well, maybe we could throw a little party? Lift your spirits a wee bit, huh love?” Lily suggest, after the fifth time I explain the library scene and how rejected it made me feel. Remus did not want my company, he sat behind my chair and waited until he could ‘politely’ tell me to go, after ignoring me half the day since the incident with Snape.

“And,” she continues, twiddling her thumbs anxiously. “it can be like an impromptu date for Remus and you, if he comes, because of course we’ll invite him-”

“And James,” I smirk, she glares at the way I rudely cut her off but I think she did it more so because of the blush that arose to her cheeks.

“er, sure. But as I was saying, it could be good for you too. I know he hasn’t been spending much time with you lately and everything.” She glances over at a giggling Lucy adorned in red and gold. I scoff bitterly.

“Yeah we haven’t. But ya know what, it’s nothing new innit. He always gets like this.” I stab my dinner with a fork and hear a chuckle coming up from behind me. Peter glances over my shoulder at the chocolate pudding bowl in front of me, seeing as it is still very much full he bows to me and kisses my cheek.

“Thank you, O’ so gracious one,” I can’t fight the laugh, though Remus may upset me, his friends are good blokes that always cheer me up, or at least try too.

The boys all pile in next to us, though it’s been a while since dinner started, they’re a bit late because of whatever they were doing in the library.

Remus saw you and his heart stopped you were, as always breath taking but tonight you looked off, you were stabbing your food with frustration, something must be wrong? You always happily eat your meals, and your laughter is always the first he hears when he walks into the great hall. He watches as Peter makes you laugh, he feels a little off seeing you act this way with Peter. You, lately haven’t been as light hearted around him.

He sits down next to you and is eager to apologize for his behavior earlier. He wanted to take the words back right after his comment. As if he wasn’t feeling bad enough James and the boys ripped into him.

“Bloody hell mate, you might as well demanded she left.” The room was silent as all 4 of them nodded in agreement, Remus included. He sat down and grumbled to himself as they pulled out the marauders map. The very reason he was eager for you to leave, he didn’t want you to see the latest secret of his. Another one of his reasons to be riddled with guilt, he felt so dishonest with you. And he’s been more and more moody with the full moon coming out tonight.

Tonight, as they made their way to the shrieking shack they were going to map it on the marauders map. They were so close to finishing and Remus was eager to, between the map and his soon to be shift he’s had less time to spend with you. Which means less time with your smile, and kisses, and hugs and laughter and bloody hell did he feel like we was going through withdrawal.

But he feels, though the boys disagree, that he should keep his distance from you before full moons. He gets too quite, and angry, and annoyed, he’d hate for you to see this side of him, and all his flaws, and leave him. He wouldn’t survive the pain, he wanted to marry you one day.

“ello’ darling,” Remus whispers into my ear, kissing my cheek. James stares at us before looking lovingly at Lily, who is looking back with raised brows As if to say ‘what now, potter’.

“ello’ darling,” James copies, leaning down to give Lily a kiss on her cheek but she pushes his shoulders back, nonetheless he pulls back with a smile.

“Worth a shot, you’ll miss it one day Evans, once my heart has had enough and I become a reclusive slug,” He says matter-of-factly as he begins to pile food onto his plate.

“I’d act quick Lily, he’s already beginning to look like one.” Sirius leans into to say, though his hair dangles in the pudding making Peter yelp. Remus removes the pudding and adds some to Peters plate.

“You should thank him, grease adds flavor to everything.” Sirius gasps and turns to Remus with slitted eyes. The whole rest of us are laughing, and trying desperately to keep the volume at a minimum as Sirius runs his hand through his hair and tries to rub “the grease” over Remus face.

“If only grease could erase that smirk off your face, mate. I’ll find a way,” Sirius grits as he wrestles Remus who is bumping slightly into me fighting him off. He turns his head during the battle of a lifetime, and apologizes to me for the rough housing, though the look in his eyes seemed like he was sorry for much more. I was taken aback slightly, so I shrug with a loving smile.

Eventually we all finish our dinner and Lily invites the table to our party, all of Gryffindor table actually. Many cheered and said they’d come and bring friends, some even declared to bring butterbeer by the jugfull. But the Marauders just stared at us with a frown.

“We, uh, we can’t make it tonight. Haven’t done enough studying for the exam. I can’t fail this one (y/n), you know that...” Peter trails off and I almost feel bad, maybe the party was a bad idea. The boys all nod along and Lily and I swallow our pride and doubts before telling them it was fine.

Lily holds my arm as we walk back.

“They’re just studying, nothing else to it.” But we both saw the way Lucy stuck behind as well.

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prompt: im sorry to bother you but my son thinks youre famous and he wants your autograph

I don’t have an ounce of regret for what I just put James through.

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“Prove it.”

“I absolutely will.”

“How about the red-head at the bar?” Sirius smirked over his glass. “She seems like your type.”

James’ blurred vision traveled off his friend’s face and over to where a woman with long red hair waited for the bartender. Her hair glinted a dark red under the low light of the pub, her curved figure cast in shadow as she leaned her short frame against the counter. James didn’t mean to be so poetic while he observed her, but he often waxed lyrical when there was a bit of alcohol in his veins.

“‘m telling you mate, completely foolproof.” James’ words slurred together. He pushed his glasses up clumsily by placing his fingers right on the lens, “Big brain, it’s all up here.”

Sirius’ laughter ruminated loudly through the bar, James smiled, he was so funny while tipsy. Sirius hadn’t stopped laughing all night. He must really be hilarious this evening.

“Off you go then,” Sirius waved his hand toward the bar.

James saluted Sirius, knocking his glasses slightly askew before he stood up from his seat at the booth. He tripped a little but caught himself on the table. Sirius laughed again, which likely meant he had tied James’ shoelaces together. But when James ducked his head to look at his trainers, he found everything in working order, which was odd because James was quite clever on his feet. Probably just too excited to prove Sirius wrong. That always got him in a good mood.

Slowly, he righted himself and began his trek up to the red-headed woman. He turned his head back to Sirius and sent him a wink as he approached her. Sirius looked like that time they saw a long line of motorbikes parade down the street, grey eyes alight.

“Excuse me.”

The woman turned around, her red hair shuffled around her shoulders. The movement caused James’ jaw to hit the ground. She was, wow, there wasn’t exactly a way to describe her at the moment. The combination of red hair, freckles, green eyes, and her face. Yeah, too much for him. Then, as if she knew it would do him in, she quirked an eyebrow at him, enhancing her features even more. While James’ brain short-circuited, she said nothing, her eyes expectant.

Oh, right, James came here to chat her up. He was, for a moment, slightly distracted by her, but luckily he had a charming personality and a winning pick up line.

“Hi. Sorry to be a bother. But my son thinks you’re famous, and he wants your autograph.” James let the words drop out of his smirk slowly.

“Your son?” Her brow shot up higher on her face.

“Mmm, that lil tot over there.” James pointed at Sirius, who waved back at them with pursed lips. James thought he did a wonderful job, such a good wingman, his best friend.

The woman laughed out loud when Sirius blew a kiss, James took this as a good sign, he told Sirius this would work.

“He has your hair,” The woman remarked. Her grin blinded him. It covered half her face and reached both eyes.

“If he’s got any luck, it’ll look like mine when he’s older.” James ran his hands through his hair, fluffing it up a bit for effect.

The woman only gave a snorted laugh in response. James thought this could be his best pick up line yet. Sirius would be so annoyed.

“Alright, have a pen on you?” She held out her hand expectedly.

James nodded, of course he had a pen. He reached into his pocket but found nothing. Then the next pocket, nothing, nothing. He patted his chest and legs, no pen. He looked back at her hand, then her face. She smiled mischievously at him.

She clicked her tongue, “Awe, tough luck mate.”

She took a swig from her glass and moved to step around him. James felt rather confused. At what point had she gotten her drink?

James sidestepped quickly, his stomach flipped as he intercepted her. “Wait, do you have a pen?”

She shook her head and sent him an exaggerated frown. “No, can’t keep one on me. Kept running out of ink, too many autographs.”

“Can I at least get your name?” James asked quickly, before the whole thing could go to shit.

Her eyebrow shot up mercilessly. “Your son didn’t mention my name? Must not be a genuine fan then. Shame.”

“No! No he is.” James waved his hands in front of her, trying to keep her with him a moment longer.

“Sirius!” James yelled across the bar frantically. “What did you say her name was?”

Sirius, the ever supportive best friend, winked. “Elevendork.”

James thought the name strange, but from the way the woman responded it seemed to be the right one. Her eyes lit up with a small smirk, “Always nice to meet my adoring fans.”

She stepped to the side to walk around James and paused a moment to pat his arm before she left. James twisted around quickly to ensure Sirius caught the whole interaction.

Sirius had in fact watched the entire event and gave James a standing ovation for his performance. James indulged him with a slow and careful bow, due to his slight inebriation, before he headed back to their booth. They sat down together, Sirius’ eyes full of mirth.

“And you said it couldn’t be done.”

“That’ll be the last time I bet against you. Cheers.” Sirius said as he passed James his glass.

“Elevendork? That her stage name?” James wondered.

“Old family name actually.”

James nodded.

“You don’t have a pen on you, by chance?”

#jily fic #jily #drunk!james #jily meet cute #roomie writes #lol poor james

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Gymnopédie | myg

> pairing: min yoongi x reader

> genre: mostly angst, but a lil’ bit of fluff, too

> words: 8.3k

> warnings: blood, mentions of sex, car crash, violence, kidnapping, swearing

> summary: you had two options. number one: trust your desires and risk losing yourself. or number two: be rational about it and come to terms with the fact that, even though you’ve been dating for quite a while, he never uttered those three words, the ones you craved the most. and that’s not all he’s been keeping from you.

a/n: well, that’s a shitty summary. it’d be cool if you gave this a chance, though. i really enjoyed myself while writing it, especially towards the end. feedback is always welcome, it means a lot <3 anyways, thank you! hope you like it.

[11:32 PM]

You let the robe slip through your skin and immediately shivered. The bathroom was cold, and you were alone. Again. As your body sank in the hot, comforting water, you felt your muscles relaxing. It was like a hug, really. And you needed one. With a sigh, you went through the night in your head again. Every kiss, every touch. Sometimes it felt so meaningful, so real. So why didn’t he say it back? Why does he never say it back? You were exhausted from having to deal with those questions all the time. It was always at the back of your mind when you were with him, haunting, lurking. You never had the guts to be vocal about them, though. Wouldn’t be able to bear if you got the wrong answer, so it was best to give him time. How much more does he need, though? Maybe he just didn’t. That thought made you shiver again, but not from the cold this time.

“Angel”. Lost inside your own head, you didn’t notice when he entered the bathroom. He was so beautiful. Even when he didn’t mean to be – he hardly ever did, he was just so… himself. There was really no better way to put it. His dark hair was beautifully disheveled, covering his entire forehead. He wore grey sweatpants that hugged his hips perfectly. That sight alone made you want him again. “You’ve been there for a while now. Aren’t you coming to bed?”. It was so easy to pretend when he talked to you like this. To forget he never actually said he loved you, even though you’ve lost count on how many times that sentence had slipped through your lips. He’d always kiss you sweetly after that, but never uttered a word. For a while, you just thought he was having trouble expressing himself. He was never really comfortable when it came to opening up, letting his feelings on display. But as time passed by, you couldn’t find any more excuses. Deep down, you knew. You knew he couldn’t say it simply because he couldn’t lie. It has been that way for two years now.

And, as much as it hurt in the beginning, nothing could compare to the pang you felt in your chest now. Because you just couldn’t picture your life without him anymore. You loved him too much, you could never recover from that, you were sure of it. He could destroy you completely if he said the right things. Or if he didn’t. So, every time your whispered confessions were met with a morbid silence and a few pecks on the mouth, your stomach churned. Suddenly it was cold poison in your veins, not warm blood. But he never seemed to notice. He hadn’t noticed much lately, always busy with work, always too tired to even give you a chance to say it out loud. Angel, I don’t think I’ll be able to come to dinner tonight, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. He never did. He never tried. It was odd to have him home this time at night, really. For the past few months, you’ve hardly ever had time for each other.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be there in a minute”, you tried your best to put out a convincing smile. He nodded and closed the door again. “God…”, you muttered under your breath. That night, when you finally escaped your prison of a mind, you found him already asleep. Except he wasn’t. He hadn’t been able to sleep much lately.

[7:13 AM]

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. His scent was still lingering, and it made you miss him even more. He used to wake you up with lazy kisses all over your face so you could have breakfast together – that often lead to the best morning sex, too.

But dreamland must be put on hold now, you were late for work. Realizing that, you kicked the sheets off your body and rushed towards the bathroom for a quick shower. There was an important meeting that day and you definitely could not be late.

You worked for a big publishing company as a personal assistant. Your boss, Michael Stewart, was a living breathing nightmare of and editor. And a jerk, but you were getting used to it by now. He liked his coffee black, no sugar. Suits him. His wife was the picture of perfection, but that never stopped him from crossing boundaries with some of his coworkers. Word on the street was that he was using his desk for shady purposes when a rather noisy Mrs. Daisy from the copy machine went to see him.

“Y/N? Wait!”, a breathless Brianna called out, causing you to stop on your tracks.

“Morning, B. What’s up?”, you offered her a heartfelt smile when she caught up to you.

“I’m good, I’m good”, she smiled mischievously. “So, how’s mister sunshine today? I bet the prospect of this meeting is eating the man alive. I feel terrible for you.”

“No, you don’t”

“I don’t. But only because I love seeing him nervous. Seems like he’ll suddenly combust any moment now”, she whispered while the two of you entered the conference room, earning a little giggle from you.

“Oh, the fine line between love and hate. I see right through you, miss B.”, you tried to taunt her.

“Y/N, I swear to God…”, she seemed truly revolted by your words, but quickly recovered. “Well, it’s not my ass he eats with his eyes every now and then”, she teased. It made you want to regurgitate breakfast, but you let it go as soon as you saw him at the end of the table, looking quite pale and skittish.

“Good morning, Mr. Stewart.”, you greeted him and placed his coffee on the wooden surface. He tried to give you his usual flirty grin, but failed. Instead, it came out as an awkward grimace. It was fun seeing him nervous.

[10:47 PM]

It had been a long day. Michael had put you through hell because, apparently, it was your fault that he had forgotten to bring the signed papers to the meeting. He was stubborn and could never bring himself to plead guilty for something he’d done, so you were always to blame when things went south. You hated that. Specially ‘cause you knew you could do his job better than he did. But patience is a virtue, so you just called your business partners and rescheduled. Which was a shame, you were really hoping to see how’d that particular book deal go.

You entered the apartment with a deep sigh, dropping your keys on the balcony and getting out of your murderous shoes. Everything was dark, so you figured he wasn’t home. “Surprising”, you murmured to no one in particular.

“What is?”, the unexpected answer made you jump on your feet.

“Fuck”, you gasped, fear making it’s way to your voice and giving it a pitched quality. “Yoongi? Why are you in complete darkness? You scared the shit out of me”. You turned on the lights and finally situated yourself. He was sitting on his black armchair, eyes fixed on a glass of what you just assumed to be whiskey. Neat. Just how he liked it.

“Sorry, angel. Didn’t mean to frighten you”, he said as he got up, walking towards you slowly, elegantly, awfully like a feline predator. Maybe a black panther. He cupped your face with his unoccupied hand and you immediately felt little shock waves spread through your body. His touch was warm and inviting, leading you to let out a shaky breath. You hated how a simple gesture of his had such an impact on you. You hated it. “Have you eaten?”

“Um… No, not really. It was a busy day at the office. Have you?”

“I haven’t. Thought we could order something”, he mumbled as he went to fix himself another drink. Don’t go. Touch me. I miss you. Instead, you said something like “It’s a little late, let me see if there’s something edible in the freezer”. It was so out of character for him to be home before midnight these days. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes. His white dress shirt was wrinkled, his hair was pushed back and you could just tell that he’d been running his fingers through it multiple times. He looked stressed.

“Did something… happen?”, you caught his attention while heating something up for the both of you. “I mean, you seem so tired, that’s all. I’m worried about you, baby”. Your last sentence was nothing but a whisper. He looked at you with a characteristic blank expression and opened his mouth a few times before finally speaking.

“I’m okay. Don’t worry”. It hurt a little, how dismissive he was. And you didn’t foresee the anger that sparkled within you after hearing his words. You were tired, so fucking tired.

“Bullshit”. The moment you said it, he snapped his head in your direction, surprised. Good. At least that kind of emotion he’s able to show. But before you could blink, he recovered his previous façade, and that made you angrier. Why the hell couldn’t he just open up to you? “Shit, Yoongi, it’s crystal fucking clear that you’re not telling me everything. In fact, you tell me absolutely nothing. What’s wrong? Don’t you trust me?”. You sounded defeated by the end of your little speech, and you could tell it got to him, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop, not now, not with all the pent-up hurt, anger and fear. Fear of the truth you’ve been trying to look past, but couldn’t. “Do you not want this anymore, is that it? Do you even care at all??”, you were purposely avoiding the four letter word because it hurt just thinking about it. You were not ready to hear the answer.

“Is that what you think?”, he was annoyed. “You think I don’t fucking care about this?”, a bitter laugh escaped him before he cupped your face with both hands and plunged his next words directly to your heart. “If I didn’t want you anymore, angel, it would be easier. Believe me, we wouldn’t be together a second longer”

That stung. His last words cut deep, making it impossible for your built-up tears not to fall. That’s when he knew he had made a mistake. He could see the hurt in your eyes and he couldn’t bear it. So when you rushed upstairs without sparing him a second look, he felt something inside him churn. He fucked up, he always did. He wouldn’t even dare try to comfort you in that moment because he knew you needed space from him. He was absolutely sure that he was only going to make things worse if he went after you like he wanted to. He wondered how much of his shit you would take before you packed up and left. You wouldn’t be the first to abandon him, hell, his own mother did; so he’d like to pretend he was prepared. With that in mind, he grabbed his jacket and his car keys. He was definitely getting wasted that night and would probably end up sleeping at one of his friend’s. Maybe Jimin’s. He didn’t care.

You couldn’t sleep. Not with the bitter taste on your tongue and the burning flame within your chest. You felt like falling apart. Hot, heavy tears tumbling down your puffy cheeks. It was tiring how you couldn’t stop your restless body from shaking, even though you craved some sleep, just so you could take your mind off it. Those exact words were thoroughly printed inside your mind.

If I didn’t want you, it would be easier.

Believe me, we wouldn’t be together a second longer.

You did believe him. Shit, you probably knew that way before he said it, but you still didn’t know why. Why was he still with you? Gathering from what he said, your relationship was a burden.

At some point, you were no longer crying, you were laughing. Hard. Maybe you were going insane, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Thinking about tomorrow morning, you went downstairs to pop some pills, just so you could get some sleep. Your steps were careful, quiet. But, as soon as you got to the living room, you realized there was no use to being silent. He wasn’t there.

[12:42 PM]

It was lunch time when it happened. You usually ordered something with your coworkers, but you decided to grab some sushi at that restaurant you loved. Mr. Stewart was being a pain in the ass all day, but he did give you some extra time off because he had an appointment that afternoon, he wouldn’t need you for a while. You had asked Brianna to come along, but she had to catch up with some papers. At the end of the day, you were glad she couldn’t make it. No one to witness what seemed to be your whole world tumbling down, every plan you had made with him slipping through your fingers in the blink of an eye. In the touch of a hand.

There he was. Through the glass wall, you could see he was tense, as if he was afraid of something or didn’t want to be there. You almost went over his table to check on him, willing to forget last night’s argument for a moment, to call for a truce, because you cared about him still. But then you noticed something important. He wasn’t alone. The woman in front of him was beautiful. Dark hair, olive skin, the prettiest red dress. She had her hand on top of his. That’s when you finally realized what was happening. In that moment, everything clicked. Why he had been so distant, why he would never confess. Why it was hard for him to stay.

For how long?

Suddenly, you felt the urge to throw up. The whole situation was making you nauseous. You had to get out of there, but your feet wouldn’t move. You stood still for god knows how long, trying to digest what you were seeing. You hadn’t even noticed the tears, couldn’t feel them. You couldn’t feel much, it was all just a haze, like you’d dissociated. You didn’t hear him at first, acknowledging his presence only when he touched your shoulder.

“Y/N?”, he said, confusion and concern lacing his tone.

“J-Jungkook”, you stuttered. “Kookie! What are you doing here?”. When you realized who it was in front of you, you immediately threw yourself at his chest and hugged him tight, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“What happened? Why are you crying?”, he couldn’t help the questions flying out his mouth. He hadn’t seen you in so long. He missed you. “Y/N, please… Talk to me. Are you hurt?”. The affection so raw in his voice, you couldn’t help but cry harder. You missed him, too. He pushed you slightly away so he could take another look at your face.

“Oh, god… Oh my god, Kook, this is so fucked up. I’m so fucked up”

“What are you talking about?”, his voice was soft, you could tell he was trying his hardest to soothe you.

“I-I need to get out of here. Can you take me somewhere else?”

“Yeah… Yeah, of course I can. Do you wanna go to my place so we can talk?”, you didn’t trust your voice, so you just nodded. “S’okay, noona. Look at me”, he cupped your face and brushed your remaining tears away. “It’s gonna be alright, I promise. I’m here for you, I’ll always be here for you”. It was reassuring, mostly because you knew it was true. He was safe. He felt like home.

[1:53 PM]

“He was… cheating on you? Y/N, you know I hate the guy, but that doesn’t sound like him at all. Are you sure?”

“Pretty much”. It was hard to tell him. You felt like an idiot for trusting Yoongi for years, for loving him even when he didn’t love you back. It was hard to come to terms with that, let alone tell Jungkook. But you thought you would die if you didn’t talk to someone about this. And he was still your best friend, right? “I’m so stupid, Kook”, you let out a humorless laughter. “I wanted us to work out so bad that I didn’t even see it coming. But it was staring right at my face, really. God, I just can’t believe this”, your voice wavered.

“No, don’t say that. Y/N, he’s a jerk. He’s the one who should be feeling stupid, not you. I knew I was right to hate him, I just knew it”, he seemed truly upset at this point.

You took a minute to contemplate his apartment. While your house with Yoongi was neat and clean, Jungkook’s home had so much personality that you would think about him immediately even if you didn’t know who it belonged to. He hadn’t changed much since six months ago. He was still the same caring, funny, protective friend he’d always been. Even smelled the same. You felt bad for the distance that grew between the two of you. It was just that you were both so busy with work and stuff, it felt only natural. You’d never admit to anyone, not even yourself, that it also had to do with the fact that he and Yoongi didn’t get along. It was like Sophie’s choice, and maybe you had made the wrong one.

“Kook, I missed you. I’m sorry for not trying harder to keep in touch”, you said before you lost the courage to do so. He seemed taken aback by your bluntness, like there was some secret agreement that neither of you would bring it up.

“I missed you, too, noona. A lot. We should’ve both tried harder”

“Yeah. It was stupid”

There was a moment of silence. You were sitting at one end of the couch, while he was at the other. He wanted to give you space, always so considerate. But you needed your friend, so you threw caution out the window and crawled closer to him, clinging to his black shirt. He let you ball up against his chest and held you close.

“Let’s watch a movie, shall we? And then I’ll take you home if you want to. If not, you’re welcome to stay for as long as you need. You know I’d love to have you”

“Thanks for offering, but I’ve got to fix this. I need to confront him”, your heart was beating painfully faster just thinking about it. “I’ll take you up on that movie, though. Pleasure first, duty later, isn’t that what you taught me?”

“You’re older. If anything, you’re the bad influence here”

“I am three months older than you, Jungkook. I don’t even think it’s okay for you to call me noona”

“Yeah, right. Whatever. Okay, so what do you want to watch?”

“F-“

“And don’t say Friends. I forbid you”

You pouted. “But you know it’s my comfort show, Kookie”, you figured he’d give in if you whined a little, but the boy seemed resolute.

“Yah, Y/N, how many times have you watched that?”. It was rhetorical. You didn’t even know and he was aware of it. “Have you seen Phantom Thread?”

“I have not. And I don’t wanna watch your movies, they’re boring”

“I resent you for that, by the way”, he scowled. “But you’ll like this one, I promise. I thought about you all the time while watching, it’s definitely one of yours”. You were touched that he thought about you in the past few months. If he could read your mind, he’d burst into laughter. Because you were always in the back of his mind, like a little ghost that kept him company even though he chose to ignore it.

“Okay, I’ll pretend to trust you this time. But if I don’t like it we’re watching Friends until I leave, no bathroom breaks”

“Sur-“

“AND-”

“Here we go”

“You’ll have to admit that Chandler is indeed the funniest”

“Hey, you know damn well that Joey is the funny one!”, he took his arguments very seriously.

“Don’t get on my nerves, Jeon. Put your excuse of an entertainment on so I can tell you how bad it is and we can watch my show, hm?”

“We’ll see about that”, he smirked mischievously.

You spent the entire afternoon curled up on Jungkook’s couch watching his goddamn cult movie. He was right, you loved it. Although you couldn’t completely forget what was going on and how you ended up in that situation, you were somehow calmer. The worst part about taking big, important steps was deciding what to do and how to do it. At some point, it was eating you alive. You had to make a decision, an important one, but you were completely torn. Because the thing is, you loved Yoongi so fucking much. You sincerely could not envision how life would be like without him. But when you realized that even saying his name out loud tore your heart apart, you knew that he had made that decision for you; things would never go back to the way they were. It was over. That thought hit you so hard that you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom, so Jungkook wouldn’t see how exasperated you were. It was like a hole had been carved in your chest, one that would never completely heal. So you twisted your shirt with both hands in the spot where your heart was supposed to be; you had to keep it together. You had to survive this, even if you weren’t exactly sure how to do it yet.

Thinking about it now, a couple of hours later, you felt relief. The hole was still there. The emptiness, the anguish, the excruciating pain, it was all there. The only difference was that you had already made peace with your fate. Not seeing him anymore was easier than being constantly reminded that you probably didn’t mean shit to him. That even if you did, it was not enough, it would never be enough for him to love you. You didn’t wanna fight it anymore because it was agonizingly painful and bitter. Maybe this is for the best. So when you left Jungkook’s apartment, it was with a placid sense of duty.

[1:09 AM]

When you arrived at home, you didn’t have the guts to turn on the lights. You calmly took your jacket and your shoes off, heading for the kitchen to get a glass of water; your throat was painfully dry. You leaned on the counter for a couple of minutes, heart rate through the roof, thinking that maybe he wasn’t even there. Either way, there was no point in stalling, you had to do it now. So you leisurely carried yourself to the bedroom, opening the door carefully. If he was asleep, you wouldn’t want to wake him up. If he was asleep, this… thing you were about to do would be considerably easier. Of course, luck was never your forte.

“Your phone is off”. He was sitting in the armchair, a drink in his had and a bottle of whiskey on the desk. His black dress shirt was wrinkled and he seemed worried.

“Yeah. It is”

“Look, angel-“, he was getting up when you cut him off.

“Don’t call me that”

He seemed confused, and you could see a hint of hurt in his black orbs. “I know we’re not in the best place right now, and I wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to hurt you the other night, and I know I did. I’m sorry”, he blurted out. He looked too sincere, and that caused your heart to constrict. Because you knew there was no way in hell he was being honest right now.

“Let’s cut this short, okay?”, you said sternly. Suddenly you couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore. Your words must have surprised him, because he was looking at you with wide eyes, something just indecipherable about them. “I saw you today. I know what you did – or what you’ve been doing, I really don’t give a fuck about how long you’ve been at it. I saw you with her”. As soon as you uttered your last words, you recognized what was it in his eyes. Fear. He was afraid.

“No, it’s not what you’re-“

“Shut up. Just do us both a favor and shut the fuck up, Yoongi”, you whispered tiredly. He could see it in your eyes that you had given up on him, that you didn’t even intend to fight him anymore. That caused a chill to run down his spine.

“Please, just listen to me. I wasn’t cheating on you, I-“

“Have you fucked her?”

“W-what? No! Y/N, stop saying shit like that. I’ll explain whatever you need me to, but don’t jump into conclusions before I do so. I didn’t do it, I’d never do it”. He was closer now. You could smell the alcohol mixed with his scent, you could see how deep the dark circles under his eyes were. You could see honesty slipping through every word. Surprisingly, it didn’t change much. You wanted more. You wanted him, all of him. So in the last attempt to save your sanity (or ruin it entirely), you decided you had to ask. You just had to.

“Do you love me?”. He froze, hands in the air trying to reach you. You had never confronted him about this and he didn’t see it coming. His hands fell to his side, closed fists. His eyes were bulged, breathing was erratic. It was all the answer you needed. You immediately felt the hole again, and you didn’t even realize when your hands made their way to your chest, just like it happened in Jungkook’s bathroom. A sob escaped your parted lips; you couldn’t be strong anymore. Through your blurry vision, you didn’t notice the panicked, pained expression he was wearing. You couldn’t know about the pang in his heart, or how hopelessly desperate he felt at that moment. It said it all, but you just couldn’t know.

“I-I’m fucked, okay?”, he stuttered. “I’m fucked in the head, angel, it’s not about you”. You couldn’t process his words, didn’t want to. As you slid to the floor with a whimper, he grew desperate. “Please, you have to believe me. I’m begging you to understand, please, please…”. He wasn’t able to control himself and let out some tears of his own. Deep down, he knew why he couldn’t say it. It was not because it wasn’t true – he knew it was. Fuck, he was petrified. It’s for your own good, for your own good, I can’t do it to you, too. He didn’t know what to say anymore, so he just held onto you for dear life, hoping you’d give him a chance to redeem himself for all the shit he put you through. You just had to stay. You had to, he wouldn’t even dare to think otherwise. You didn’t know how long you stood in that position, scared to move a finger, but you knew what you had to do. So you got up. It pained you to look at his face and see how truly devastated he was, but you were too far gone.

“I don’t think we can get through this. I don’t know if we should”

“Don’t say it. No”

“I’m going to stay with Jungkook for a while. I ran into him today and he helped me a lot when I thought you were… you know”. Your voice was devoid of any emotion at this point. Too scared of being engulfed by the hole if you let yourself feel.

“What? No! You know I don’t trust him, right?”. He was standing in front of you now, voice pitched and tear tracks staining his cheeks. “Don’t do this, Y/N, I can’t… I can’t even… No.”, he shook his head a couple of times.

“It’s not up to you! Just looking at you is a constant reminder that you don’t feel the same as I do and I just can’t, I can’t do this anymore. Because, shit, I do, I love you so much, it’s killing me”

“That is not true. I never said I didn’t love you, don’t put words in my mouth”, he was very serious now. But it didn’t matter.

“You didn’t say you do, either. If you can’t even look me in the eyes after almost three years and say that you love me, I don’t think we can salvage this. So I’ll just take the hint before I get my ass kicked”

“How can you even say that? I don’t want to break up. You don’t understand, but please, trust me. Just trust me”

“You’re right, I don’t understand. But I can’t wait around until you figure it out”. You grabbed the bag that was on top of the wardrobe and opened the zipper.

“For fuck’s sake, just stay home! It’s almost two in the morning, we can talk about this tomorrow, please”, he tried to persuade you, but you didn’t listen. You picked out a few clothes and your toothbrush, closing the bag when you were done. “Y/N…”, he followed you to the door. It was obvious that he was crying, and even though it broke you to leave him like this, you felt like you would lose your mind if you stayed. So you just climbed down the stairs, bag on one hand and keys on the other. You tried to open the front door, but he stopped you.

He was a mess. Bloodshot eyes, trembling hands. So unlike him that you were a little taken aback by the sight. But you were sure you looked a lot worse, though. “Don’t leave me”. His voice was small. He seemed a bit smaller, too; like a child, scared of some imaginary monster. But he wasn’t a kid anymore, and the monster was real. Too real. “Angel, how am I supposed to live without you?”

“You’ll do just fine”, you said in a husky voice. You didn’t want to wait for a response, so you just closed the door in his face and ran to your car.

Already halfway to Jungkook’s house, you decided to just ignore your shaky hands and faltering voice and dialed his number, but your call went straight to voicemail. Which was strange, because he knew you were coming over. “Hey, Kook. I’m sorry if I took longer than expected, I hope I’m not waking you up or something. I’m on my way. And… Thank you so letting me stay a couple of days, really, it means a l-“, you couldn’t finish. It all happened so quicky, your mind wasn’t fast enough to keep up. A pickup truck had deliberately hit the back of your car, as if trying to get you off the road. You lost control for a second, the vehicle doing little zigzags, but soon regained it.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”. Your heart was pounding, almost hurting your ribcage. At first, you thought it had been an honest mistake, but that idea escaped your mind soon enough. Something was seriously wrong, and you didn’t want to find out why you were being targeted. The truck was still on your tail, so you didn’t have much time to think. You sped up, in order to put some distance between you and the stranger on the wheel, but they picked up the pace as well. “Shit, shit, shit”. The adrenaline was rushing through your veins like a drug, and you couldn’t keep your hands steady. You had dropped your phone when you startled, so you fumbled through the car floor trying to find it. That’s when they hit you again, this time a lot more brutally. You whimpered, trying to maintain control of the car even though you were scared to death. What the hell is going on?!

As you stepped harder on the throttle, you decided you had to contact somebody, anybody, a terrible feeling creeping up your spine. You fumbled again, only this time you were able to grasp your phone. The call had been cut off, so you searched for his contact. You needed him, no matter what happened earlier, you needed him. And you knew he would come. Your whole body was trembling and the truck was getting dangerously close again, you had to be fast. You held the phone to your ear with shaky hands. He answered almost immediately.

“Y/N?”, his voice was rough.

“Yoongi!”, yours was desperate. “Yoongi, something’s going on…”, in that moment, the truck hit the rear of your car again and you screamed. He sobered up instantly.

“What?! What’s happening, where are you?!”, he sounded hectic.

“I’m on the Fourth, someone’s after me. L-Like, a truck! A truck hit my c-car, I-“, you tried to make sense through heavy breathing.

“Fuck”, you heard him tripping through the bedroom, trying to put some clothes on. “Angel, listen carefully. Do you remember when we got lost near Target’s? We ended up in a wasteland, remember?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Good. I need you to go there, okay? I’m coming for you, baby. Okay? I won’t let anything happen, I promise”, you could already hear the engine starting and that soothed you a tiny bit. You trusted him with your life. It would be okay, he was coming.

“Y-Yeah, okay”, you couldn’t stop the tears. “Yoongi, what’s going on?”, the words left your mouth almost like a whimper.

“I’m sorry, love. I’ll get you out of th-“

But you weren’t listening anymore. This time, when they hit the rear again, you lost control. The car spun like crazy and you could hear Yoongi yelling something through your screams. You tried your hardest to get on track again, but couldn’t. All you could think about was how wrong this all was. You wished you had stayed home like he asked. Before you could have a reasonable train of thought, you hit something. Your head jerked towards the steering wheel and it all went dark.

[2:17 AM]

He was going crazy. He was absolutely losing his mind.

“FUCKING HELL!”, he hit the steering wheel an abnormal amount of times while making almost a hundred miles per hour. He had to keep his mind clear and sharp, he couldn’t let his emotions cloud his judgement, not with your life on the line. Still, all he could think about was how scared you sounded, how raw your screams were. How he stopped breathing right away when he heard the loud crash, how he shouted your name a million times asking what happened. He was sure he would go insane when you didn’t answer. You had to be okay, anything other than that was not an option. He wouldn’t let his mind go there, now was not the time to lose control. Yet.

He knew who it was inside that truck. It had to be her or someone doing her dirty work. If anything happened to you, he would kill them. He would kill all of them, and then he would kill her. He would take his time with it, too. You had never seen him this angry, he always kept himself together when he was with you. But now he was furious. He felt like he could burst in rage anytime now.

“Shit, fuck, fuck”, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut because it was all too silent. He lost connection with you after a few minutes and he just felt sick to his stomach. Lost in thoughts and trying to focus on the road, he startled when his phone rang. He hesitated for a moment before picking it up, the number was unknown. “Yes?”

“Honey, I already miss you”. He felt his blood boiling to the sound of her voice.

“Where is she?”, he roared.

“Don’t you miss me?”, she whined. It was disgusting.

“Mura, I am being very patient, but don’t mess with me. I swear to God, if you hurt her…”, the threat was evident in his tone, and anyone but her would be shitting themselves. But she loved him too much to care. He wouldn’t really hurt her, right? They were meant for each other.

“She’s here, darling. And she’s so annoying, too. Had to shut her up a couple of times”. He growled, knuckles white as he pressed the wheel tighter.

“Tell me where you are”

“Are you coming to see me?!”, she seemed thrilled as she clapped her hands and made happy noises. “I’m at the warehouse, honey. Where else would I be?”

“Don’t move. And Mura…”

“What is it, honey?”

“Don’t think I won’t kill you, yeah? I’m warning you, if she has as much as a scratch, you’re dead. I won’t think twice, you hear me?”, his voice was dark. There was no doubt he meant it.

“Oppa, you can’t talk to me like that! But I forgive you… I know she must have something against you, you couldn’t possibly love her. You already love me, darlin-“

“Shut the fuck up. I’m almost there”

He felt like he could finally breathe now. You were alive.

[2:27 AM]

Your entire body hurt. There was something hindering your vision, and when you realized what it was, your stomach churned. Blood. There was a deep cut near your hairline from when you hit your head. You were tied to a chair, the ropes too tight on your wrists and ankles. When you looked around with the eye that wasn’t completely covered in blood, your stomach sank. It was dark and humid, the cold punishing your sensitive skin. You were scared. Where was Yoongi? What happened and where the hell were you?

“Hi, there!”, a high pitched voice startled you. It was a woman, beautiful dark hair, olive skin… Wait, what?

“Wh-“, you tried to talk, but your voice was raspy and rugged. “Who are you?”, you tried again, barely succeeding.

“I’m Yoongi’s girlfriend. Who are you?”

“You’re w-what?”

“His girlfriend, darling”, she laughed melodiously. “My name is Mura, what’s yours?”

Your brain was operating a hundred miles an hour. What the fuck was going on? Had he lied? Had he been lying to you this whole time? It was too much, too overwhelming. You just wanted to lay on your bed and sleep forever. Every single part of your body was sore and cold, your head was killing you and you were emotionally exhausted.

“What am I doing here? Where are we?”

“Honey, you have so many questions. I intend to answer every single one them as long as you answer mine, okay?”. You hated her already. And not just out of jealously, but because she was so irritating, too. You wanted to shut her up with your fists, but you were in no position right now. Instead, you just nodded. “Alright. Now tell me, when did you and Yoongi meet?”

“Three years ago. A friend introduced us”

“I see. So you two are together now? You’re dating, is that it?”

Your answer hurt, you felt a pang in your chest. “No, we broke up”. She was silent for a moment, as if processing your words. And then she laughed.

“Is that so, darling? You shouldn’t lie to me. I’m trying to be good, but I don’t think I can hold back for much longer”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”. Just as you finished speaking, she made a move with her hands. Suddenly you notice a gigantic man guarding what you suppose to be the entrance. And he was walking towards you.

“Hirashi, the girl lied to me. Can you believe that?”

“That’s not good, ma’am”, his voice was deep, scary. Every cell of your body was telling you to run as fast as you could. But you were stuck. “Do I have your permission, ma’am?”

Permission for what?

“Yes”. You didn’t even have time to react before his fist stroke your face. You couldn’t breathe, all the air escaping your lungs as you lose your balance and hit the malodorous floor. You gasped, your head spinning and your jaw burning from the impact.

“Are you ready to tell me the truth now? Because I’m pretty sure he didn’t mention you two breaking up”

You tried to form a coherent sentence and couldn’t do much. You were in too much pain, your jaw was on fire. “W-we d-did”. At your words, she sighed.

“Fine. If that’s how you want it, that’s how it’ll be. Either way, it doesn’t matter anymore. I was never gonna let you out of here alive anyways”, her words petrified you. You knew she meant them. “I’m sure Yoongi won’t mind. He doesn’t love you, after all”

He doesn’t love you

It hurt more than it was supposed to, because you already knew that. No, he didn’t love you. But he cared for your life, right? The thought made you laugh. If he cared for your life, he would be here. If he cared for your life, he wouldn’t let his… girlfriend kidnap you and have her way with you. If he loved you, he would’ve said so. So yeah, maybe he wouldn’t mind at all. Tears stung your eyes and you barely saw when Mura signaled to Hirashi again.

“Finish it. I want to go home and cuddle with my man”

Oddly, you weren’t scared. Hell, after all you’ve been through tonight, maybe death wouldn’t be so bad. But then he kicked you the first time. You let out a painful yelp, sure he had broken a few ribs. And then came the second. The third. You couldn’t take it, it was agonizing.

“P-Please, just… j-just kill me already”, you blurted out, praying for his mercy. Just do it. Do it quickly, please, just do it.

[2:35 AM]

As soon as he saw the abandoned warehouse Mura used for her… activities, he peeled out, leaving long tire marks on the road. He rushed out of the car, not caring enough to close the door. That’s when he heard the first scream. His heart was pounding in his chest, heart constricted and throat dry. He ran inside, not wanting to waste any more time.

“P-Please, just… j-just kill me already”. First, he heard your pleading. His blood was already boiling, fists closed tight, anger slowly taking over him. But nothing could prepare him for the moment he saw you all curled up on the floor, shirt ripped and bloody, your beautiful face starting to swell, a purple eye. He went livid and stopped on his tracks. That day, a part of him died. It was like someone had ripped his heart and stomped on it over and over again. His immediate reaction was to go for the son of a bitch who was doing that to you. He knew his name. Hirashi. A dead man walking. When his fist first collided with Hirashi’s face, he fell to the floor. In the back of his mind, he registered Mura’s gasp. He was a mad man now, growling and punching the other ruthlessly. There was blood everywhere, and this time they were not yours.

“Yoongi, you’re gonna kill him!”, Mura yelled.

“Yes”, another punch. “I am”, he was strangling him now. He was blind by rage, every ounce of his body seeking revenge.

“Y-Yoong-gi”. The angel said and he froze, loosening his hold on the other’s throat, making him gasp as he searched for air. He looked at you and the anger was overpowered by a lot of feelings. Guilt, sadness, fondness. Love. It should be him in that state, not you. Never you.

��I’m sorry”. He crawled towards you, splashes of blood all over his face and his shirt. You looked… broken. It devastated him. After untying you carefully, he held your upper body on his lap and removed a few hair strands of hair from your face. “I’m so, so sorry, angel. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he chanted. “I love you so much”, his voice broke. “I really, really do”

“H-Home”, you whispered.

“Yes, love. Let’s go home, I’ll take you home, okay? I’ll take care you”, he promised. He took you in his arms and you whimpered. It all hurt so much. You don’t think you’ve ever been in so much pain before. He scowled, guilt plastered on his pretty face. “Sorry”. He had a lot to be sorry for, didn’t think this lifetime would suffice if he wanted to redeem himself. But he would find a way.

“Yoongi, where are you going?!”

“Mura… remember what I told you. I’ll come for you soon. Let Hirashi know that I’m not done with him either, will ya?”. She didn’t reason. Perhaps too scared, now that she saw that he wasn’t joking. He would come for her. And she had to make some arrangements to vanish for a while. Until his rage subsides and he can love her again, that is. In her mind, she knew he would. He just needed some time, and she had plenty.

After the both of you left, she made a call. It went straight to voicemail. Stupid boy, didn’t he know how to make business? Phones on at all times. She hated leaving messages.

“It didn’t work, J. They left”

[7:39 AM]

Your entire body hurt like hell, that was the first thing you noticed. The second was a warm hand intertwined with yours and a soothing breathing hitting your shoulder now and then. You opened your eyes cautiously, afraid of something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. He was sitting in a chair beside you, head resting near the crook of your neck, hands in yours. He was asleep, but as soon as you moved a little, his eyes shot open. He startled, correcting his posture immediately, and then he scowled. The position he had slept in wasn’t the most comfortable. He looked at you like you were his whole world, and you wonder how you never noticed it before. His feelings were crystal clear.

“How… How are you feeling? The doctor came by earlier when we got home. You were passed out, though. He said that you had a few broken ribs and a twisted ankle, but these were the most serious injuries. I mean, you’ve got a purple eye, too, and your jaw is a little swollen, but-“

“Yoongi”, you cut his blabbering off. You predicted the diagnosis, but it was still good to know. For a moment there, you really thought you would die. It was good to know you didn’t.

“Yes, my angel?”, his voice was soft, feelings pouring through them.

“Did you mean it?”

He didn’t have to ask what you meant, he already knew. “Every single word. I love you, Y/N. I have loved you since the beginning, I just… couldn’t say it”. Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You didn’t think he would ever know how much of a hold he had on you.

“Why couldn’t you say it?”

“Because… Because everyone I love leaves eventually, one way or another. I couldn’t lose you, too. And yet, I almost did”, his voice faltered near the end. He was being so raw, so honest. You could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth. He really was. But his words hurt you a little, too. You knew he was talking about his family. Yoongi rarely talks about them, but you know enough.

“I’m sorry, baby”

“No, don’t say that. It’s me who has to apologize. I shouldn’t have let you leave when I knew she had found out about us. I promised I’d keep you safe, but I couldn’t”. Suddenly, you remembered. Mura.

“Was she really your…?”

“No. Mura and I never had anything. We met six years ago on a business trip, but I didn’t… I never slept with her. When I rejected her, she became obsessed. She followed me around for a couple of years, but she had already left me alone when I met you. She came back… when she learned that I was with someone else. Her father is a very powerful man, and she is clearly spoiled, so I didn’t want to make things worse. I didn’t want to confront her because I was afraid of what she might do to you. Look how that turned out”, he laughed bitterly.

“Don’t blame yourself. Please”

“How could I not? You’re hurt because of me”, his face was twisted in an anguished grimace. You couldn’t stand it. Yes, he had hurt you. But what happened last night with Mura was totally different. You held his face with both hands and pressed your lips gently against his. He groaned. “I don’t deserve you”, he said, lips still lingering in yours.

“But you got me”. He smiled big, the prettiest gummy smile you had ever seen. God, you adored him. It was easier to understand him now that you knew his reasons. You couldn’t not forgive him. He was your whole heart.

“I forgive you, but you can’t keep secrets from me anymore. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am. I wouldn’t dare”, then he pecked your lips sweetly.

“And you gotta tell me you love me every day now. You owe me. For all the time I lost”. Sadness crossed his features, but he let it go soon enough.

“I love you, my angel”, he pecked your nose. “I love you”, your cheek. “I love you”, your forehead. “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou”, finally, your lips. You giggled.

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome, miss”, he said as he got up. “Would you like me to prepare you a bath?”

“Extra bubbly, mister”. He smiled and entered the bathroom.

After a few moments, he came back wearing a mixed expression.

“Y/N, I was thinking… How did Mura know where to find you? She wasn’t anywhere near the house when you left, I am sure of it”

“Uh… I don’t know”, you were confused. His question made sense, no one else knew where you were going, except for J-

His eyes bulged, so did yours. You could tell he had come to the same conclusion as you.

“Fuck”, you both said at the same time.

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a sweet ride ↠ yang jeongin

genre: bad boy!jeongin, high school au, fluff word count: 3.5k warnings: swearing, mention of smoking & underage alcohol consumption, almost suggestive request: yes (yangomangos, prompt included: “Don’t cry.”) a/n: this one’s for the jeongin enthusiasts~

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧

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every morning as you wait outside your high school for classes to start

you hear the thunder of his motorcycle

it’s loud, mildly obnoxious, and occasionally spits out fumes

but you don’t care

you actually like the sound of the bike and how the vibrations rumble in ur chest

it’s a sleek black and built almost entirely by him: old chassis, long handle bars, and a satisfying growl as the engine ignites

if you stand too close when he pulls up in the parking lot in the morning, you can feel the vibrations coming through the pavement

(your mum would probably lock you in a tower only a knight could enter if she ever found out you’d been on a motorcycle

…..not that you’d been on one

yet (ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)? )

the owner of that motorcycle is your high school’s one and only bad boy

♡･｡.:*.ﾟyang jeongin ﾟ.*:.｡･♡

(but please call him “I.N.” because he’s actually out of the preppy, popular crowd ( ｀^´ ) )

he could ride that motorcycle straight through your heart and you wouldn’t care

okay maybe not your heart bc that would hurt (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

but definitely through your bedroom

that would be

f i n e (⊙‿⊙✿)

……….

all your friends cover their ears and turn away when jeongin pulls up

there isn’t a rule against a senior having a motorcycle and riding it to school

there are people who drive cars to school and that’s fine

he has a license and always wears a helmet

and he wears a thick leather jacket and heavy, black boots

(you’ve seen those boots

they look like they could stomp through concrete or smth)

there is no way he wouldn’t be safe

well, besides the fact that he rides a motorcycle

but you, still not caring, just kinda stare as he rides into the parking area in front of the school

he always does this cool lil swing into his designated “motorcycles only” spot

and then takes off his helmet

to do that fucking hair shake that you always see in movies

that can only mean “hot guy on a motorcycle”

fucking hell

oh and he then runs his fingers through his black hair

to make it appropriately ~windswept~

and, yes, he looks way too god damn hot

unnecessarily so in your humble opinion (๑`^´๑)

you almost flip your shit every morning just bc of him

he’s handsome like a fucking movie star

angled cheekbones, a defined nose and chin, a jawline so sharp it could ki— it could seriously hurt you

and don’t even start on his eyes

jeongin’s eyes are so dark you often wonder if they’re actually brown

if he looks at you in the halls, you immediately get the sense he could somehow see into your soul

and, judging by the dark aura he has, probably can

jeongin isn’t particularly horrible or anything, but he’s known throughout the school to, honestly, not give a flying fuck

about anything

he’s….a little chaotic

for example, he flouts any rule he doesn’t like

and he talks back if a teacher says something he doesn’t agree with

(this has lead to some very heated discussions in class

although, you were actually inclined to agree with him most of the time, since he usually brings up some good points and such

(it’s generally a good idea, you’ve mused on a regular basis, to treat people like human beings and not like machines only in existence to produce goods and perform services to a select few)

most of your classes are with him

and he’s really smart

like the kind of smart where he barely does any work but still passes the class with an A

i mean, who said he could do that??!!?!

who allowed such sorcery

heCk

and you know he’s passed all his courses

he may or may not occasionally smoke or drink behind the school but you know for a fact there are people who do much worse and nobody says anything about them

maybe it’s the leather

and the moodiness

but um;;;;; that’s kinda hot, you know?

you’re not really sure why people think he’s the “bad boy”...

you’ve never seen or heard him be mean or rude to anyone, so how bad can he be?

okay okay yes you’ve seen the knife hilts poking out of his boots

but who the fuck cares?!! ( • ̀ω•́ )

it’s not like he’s ever pulled them on anyone

that you know of

.............

and you’re pretty sure he knows you kinda watch him, too

bc one day he parked his bike facing the school instead of away

and you were just ~there~ as usual

but feeling very alone and exposed

since your dumbass friends had all decided to abandon you in your hour of need by walking away just before he rode up

and then, like a herd of sheep, they all turned to watch you as he did

ahahah friends? what are they?! nah don’t need them;;;

so there you were standing out on the pavement

very obviously looking at him

w e l p Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)

but, of course, he just had to look up

and this lil shit winked at you

actually winked

EXCUSE ME YANG JEONGIN

W H A T

;;;;;;;;;;;;

your friends teased you all day

“ooooh look it’s lover boy”

“shut up shut up shut up”

“but he just lookeD AT YOU”

“you’re lying”

“Y/N YOU FOOL”

“HHHHHHHH”

and it only gets worse from there (....um, you sure about that y/n?)

now whenever jeongin arrives in the mornings

he makes a point at looking over at you

you don’t always notice, unfortunately

and he ends up with a sad lil smile on his face bc he knows you’re having fun with your friends

but fuck!!!!

you’re just so!!! cute!!!!!

how can he not notice you??!!!

especially when you’re in all of his classes

and obviously watch for his motorcycle every morning

it makes him feel kinda cool, tbh

he’s also noticed that you like strawberries

a l o t (≧◡≦)

as in, your backpack is a strawberry

you have strawberry pins on said strawberry backpack

your raincoat has a pattern of strawberries on it

your pencil case may or may not be a lil cat eating, yes, a strawberry

jeongin being the smooth guy (he thinks) he is

gets you a strawberry sweetbread

and is all excited to give it to you

so after class on friday, he decides today’s his chance

(also, the sweetbread isn’t gonna last forever alfdjghafkgj)

aaaand you both try to walk out the door at the same time

which doesn’t work

but WOW YOU’RE NOW REALLY CLOSE TO HIM

jeongin: *vibrates*

ACTUALLY TOUCHING SHOULDERS

WHAT

…..fuck (￢_￢;)

and since when do you smell really good, too?? alkjhsjfghajhf

jeongin’s just a little overwhelmed, you know?

ANyWaY;;;;;;

y/n, blushing furiously: “oh my god sorry”

jeongin, spluttering: “no, no after you”

((oh wow his voice dropped since the last time you saw him

how is that even possible??? guys….))

after a couple tries back and forth through the doorway

(your teacher’s trying not to laugh in the background)

you finally both make it out of the classroom

and you start to speed walk away since your friends are waiting so you all can hang out

“hey, y/n!” comes down the hall after you

ALSDJHADJFLHG what ;;

you turn around quickly to find jeongin standing right behind you

“um, so i noticed you really like strawberries”

e x c u s e m e (O_O);;;

first of all:

yang jeongin—your school’s super hot bad boy, the guy you’re only a little obsessed with bc he rides a motorcycle, the inexplicably brilliant student, and total badass—just spoke to you

WHAT

((really, Y/N?? r e a l l y?????))

second of all:

he’s holding something wrapped in absolutely adorable cat (and strawberry) wrapping paper

that’s completely against his aesthetic

but matches yours to a tee ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

huh….

“y/n?” *holds out package*

you have to mentally shake yourself a little

but you’re back now

hhhHHHH

“me?”

“Yeah, I got you this. I hope you like it.” (●´ω｀●)

“thanks?” you say a bit lamely

you take the package and get a whiff of sweetbread

s w e e t b r e a d!!!! (*♡∀♡)

ajfhakljfhgjdsfgh your fav

you’d half expected jeongin to blast on outta there asap

but now he’s just standing in front of you, just kinda shifting back and forth

wait…is he nervous??

you slowly unwrap the package, careful not to damage the wrapping paper

(you are so going to reuse it or hang it on the wall or something ajdsdjfg)

and inside is a rounded sweetbread with strawberries delicately placed on top amongst swirls of pink icing

you gasp quietly

fucking hell it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

jeongin’s just watching you, a small smiling spreading across his face

(which you don’t notice bc b r e a d)

you take a small bite of the treat and

。*:゜♡ヽ(*’∀’*)/♡゜:。*。

IT’S SOOOOO GOOD!!!!

you take another bite before looking up at jeongin and you finally see his smile

( ◡‿◡ ♡) (♡‿♡) (*♡∀♡)

it’s actually the best thing you’ve ever seen

there’s so much genuine happiness, and just a hint of mischievous mirth, in his smile

you feel like you’re looking into the sun, it’s so bright

why did jeongin, of all people get you, of all people, a sweetbread?

jeongin, completely unable to look cool anymore and shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet: “is it good?”

“OH MY GOD YES!!!”

and then you do something you never thought you’d do

ever

in the whole world ever

you throw your arms around yang jeongin’s neck

and give him a really big hug

his arms come up and around you to hug you back almost immediately,

which you were expecting even less than your own actions

but his hug is wonderful, even if he’s holding you like fine china

in a moment, you remember yourself and quickly step back

jeongin is blushing so much that he looks like a strawberry

(so good you just wanna eat him up (◕‿◕))

((y/n pls,,,,, not here....))

and you know you’re blushing just as much

you splutter an apology and run off down the hallway

and because you’re running off,

you don’t notice that jeongin is staring after

like a lovesick puppy (◕︵◕)

your friends are all over you about the sweetbread

bc they love it too

but you just say that you forgot you’d brought it with you that day

for some reason, you didn’t want to tell about your encounter with jeongin

when you get home, you savor the sweetbread,

remembering the warmth of jeongin’s smile~

the next friday, you’re outside at the picnic tables during lunch

it’s an absolutely beautiful day, with a light breeze~ (⌒ω⌒)

against the better judgement and fervent suggestions of your friends

you decide that it’s a great idea to get on top of one the tables

and dance

why?

someone had started playing ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”

no one can resist that song

so you’re having the time of your life

just dancing around on the table that your friends have since vacated bc they

a) don’t want to get kicked in the head, and

b) feel quite embarrassed to associate with you while you’re like this

......traitors (๑`^´๑)

and as anyone with an ounce of sense does when dancing to ABBA

you occasionally close your eyes in happiness

and suddenly you’ve stepped into air

your heart lurches and your eyes fly open

and your mind goes completely blank with panic

but you never reach the ground

you’re now surrounded by the smell of leather, metal, and.....

boy

someone had saved you from falling

the arms holding you are strong and well-muscled

and, surprisingly, comfortable

“i’ve got you,” a voice murmurs

you look up into the face of none other than jeongin

(⊙__⊙✿)

welp

you think to yourself “what... i thought he didn’t care about people??”

((nope y/n, he cares about YOU bc you’re the cutest and so lovely))

he smirks down at you, then sets you back down on the ground

“try to be more careful. okay, y/n?” he says, smoothing a wayward piece of your hair, then just walks off

you blush

(this seems to be becoming a common occurrence with jeongin)

and just stand there, dumbfounded

as jeongin saunters away to sit under a tree at the far end of the lawn

it’s a good saunter, and the tight, black skinny jeans only help (⊙ __ ⊙);;;;

your friends rush you, asking if you’re okay and asking what was up with jeongin

you say that you have no idea

......although, that’s not entirely true

since you now have a sneaking suspicion that *gasp* jeongin might have a crush on you?

maybe??

(hopefully!! (ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)?)

your friends just continue dithering as you stare at jeongin, who’s watching you right back

he winks

ALKJSDHGAKLDJFGADJKFGBADJF

you really wish he’d stop doing that bc it’s making your heart pound like a herd of horses and now yOu CAn’t EveN THinK

FUCK!!

later that day as school’s letting out

jeongin comes up to you, leather jacket slung over his shoulder

he’s got on a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up a couple times

and ooooooh my

you’d never noticed before

(well, besides during lunch when he caught you)

but yang jeongin has really nice arms

and pecs (⊙‿⊙)

and now you’re staring (oh fuck,,,,, not again)

“uh;;;; hi, jeongin!” you manage to squeak out alkdjfhsldjf

“hey, i was wondering if you wanted a ride”

eXCusE Me wHAt??? ∑(ﾟﾛﾟ〃)

“on the motorcycle. i have an extra helmet, since my sister sometimes rides with me”

O H

your mouth takes control before you even have time to think

“sure! i’d love to!!”

a minute later, you’re standing in front of that sleek, black motorcycle that you’ve admired for months

the young man riding it helps the matter quite a lot, too

there’s even this little carrier container on the back of the bike that he puts his (small) backpack into

he reaches out for yours and stows it

then, jeongin hands you a helmet with lime green racing stripes on its sides

you briefly wonder if his sister is anything like him

probably

“have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?” jeongin asks

you shake your head, unable to speak bc you’re so excited and also kinda nervous

your mom’s words fly through your head

don’t you dare get on a motorcycle, y/n. ever. don’t you dare! they’re too dangerous by half and— well, if i ever find out you’ve been on one, you won’t be allowed out of the house, except for going to school, for a month. you mark my words, y/n! (; ･`д･´)

you promptly ignore her voice in your head and slid the helmet down over your head

the world suddenly becomes slightly more vibrantly colored as the visor shields your eyes

jeongin had swung his long legs over the bike, straddling it with his feet still on the ground

“so, the important thing is to stay in line with me. what i mean is that if i lean to one side or the other, you’ve gotta lean with me. otherwise, we’ll fall over and that really wouldn’t be good. just hold on tight to my waist and, sorry i don’t mean to sound rude, but please don’t scream.”

jeongin looks only a little rueful as he says that

but you don’t blame him

you wouldn’t want someone screaming in your ears as you tried to concentrate either

“okay, right. lean with you. hold on tight,” you say

jeongin sits down, one foot still on the ground, and pats the seat behind him

“come on! take a seat—i promise you’ll be fine, y/n”

tentatively, you clamber onto the motorcycle behind jeongin

and wrap your arms around his waist

you can feel . . .

holy shit his abs feel like a fucking washboard

ExCuSE mE?????!!!! (＠_＠)

heCk

((y/n, pls. calm down;;; we know he’s got muscles))

so um,,,, yeah

it’s really actually quite comfy to lean against his back

but then hen he lays his hands over yours

and looking back over his shoulder says, “ready, babe?

B A B E

HHHHHHHHHHHH

***y/n has officially malfunctioned***

damn tho

this boy is bold as fuck

wow

you’re not exactly complaining

bc you now know that you like being called “babe”

it makes you feel special (✿◠‿◠)

and you like how it sounds coming from jeongin

you can tell jeongin is grinning under his helmet

“yep, i’m ready,” you manage to say

and then you feel and hear the thunder of the engine igniting

it’s exhilarating and you hadn’t even started moving yet

jeongin yells over the engine “hold on!”

in one smooth motion he kicks the kickstand up, brought his foot off the ground, released the brake and clutch

and then...

and then you feel like you’re flying

even though you’re not going 70 mph (113 kph)

the wind tears at your clothes

making you feel freer than you’d ever felt before~

you thought you’d guessed what it would feel like to ride on a motorcycle

but even your wildest imaginings couldn’t come close to reality

you hold on tightly to jeongin’s waist, feeling every shift of his body as he guides the motorcycle along the roads surrounding your school

all too soon you find yourself back in the parking lot of your high school

you don’t release your hold on jeongin until after he’s shut off the engine

jeongin takes off his helmet, shaking his hair as usual, and hangs it on a handlebar

then he turns on the seat

you lean back

but jeongin reaches out and gently removes your helmet to place it on the seat between the two of you

even without touching it, you could feel that your hair was mussed

so you shake out your hair, too

and immediately understand why jeongin does it

you feel strangely powerful and a bit sexy

it’s a fun, new feeling

jeongin smiles like you’re the loveliest flower he’s ever seen

and, for the second time that day, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear

“how was it?” he asks, a look of concern on his face

you beam, feeling infinitely more at ease around jeongin

“amaaaaazing!”

“yeah? oh, don’t cry, y/n”

“what? oh” you realize that you are, indeed, crying

you wipe the tears from your face

after all, they’re just tears of happiness

“jeongin, it was incredible, oh my god. can we do it again? please?”

he laughs, throwing his head back

and you glimpse the dimple at the base of his throat

“maybe another day, babe” jeongin concedes

you pout

“oh, okay. thank you”

there’s a look in jeongin’s eyes that you can’t quite place

is it sadness? fondness? desire?

he exhales, then the corner of his mouth quirks up

you feel the warmth of his fingers caress your cheek

“y/n, may i kiss you?”

***yet again, we regret to inform you that y/n has malfunctioned***

what the ever loving flipping fuck

d— did jeongin just,,,,

did he?

ALKJHGALKJFHG;AKLHFGAKLJGHKAJH

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” jeongin says in a rush, dropping his hand

shit.

SHIT!

“no no no!! it’s fine, yes. please. that’s fine. that would be— that would nice. yes, very nice.”

wow you sounded almost hysterical

“good,” jeongin says simply

and leans in to softly press his lips to yours

you immediately kiss him back

and feel him smile against your mouth

just a moment later, he draws back, respectful, a question in his eyes

you chase his lips, not wanting to waste the precious opportunity to actually be kissing the yang jeongin!!

his hands come up to cup your neck

and you rest your palm against his chest, feeling the trembling beat of his heart

he tastes like like elderberry and cinnamon and clove all wrapped into one intoxicating milieu

you could kiss him for days and never tire

after what seems like hours, you break apart

“y/n,” jeongin begins

“oh just shut up and keep kissing me,” you say without hesitation, surprised at your own boldness (again)

it seemed that was becoming a habit around jeongin, too

he doesn’t bother responding

and, instead, kisses you until you’re breathless

again, you feel like you were flying

* . ∗ ̥ ⋆ ݃ *♡٩( ｡⌒▽⌒｡)۶♡* ݃ ⋆ ̥∗ . *

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