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[waywardgoddess666]

Request: Skz accidentally finding out one of reader’s kinks… could be a drabble or text! <3

oh my god…yes. happy birthday to me😌

18+ below the cut peeps

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in anyway represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: hyung line x gn!reader

➩genre(s): smut

➩warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, kinks: hair pulling, spit, choking, humiliation. penetration (not specified what hole. this one is for all the delulus out there)

➩author’s note: yeah, smut. just nasty smut. mAy have gotten carried away with this. mAy have had some revelations. mAy be chronically down bad for hyunjin after this…and EYE wrote it.

➩part(s): next

chris | hair pulling | 0.9k (955) words

You were laying on the bed next to Chris. You watching the newest installment of the Bridgerton series, and he playing Pokemon Go. Your friends and the boys constantly tease the two of you saying that you act like a couple when really you aren’t. Chris gets annoyed, much more than he likes to admit, at the constant allegation. However, you don’t pay it any mind. If anything you add fuel to the fire. 

Ping…ping…ping

You groan loudly and press pause on your show. 

“If you could be so kind to turn the ringer on your phone off? I’m trying to watch a sexy scene and your pinging is taking me out the moment!” You say turning your attention to Chris, his eyes still glued to the screen. 

He just hums in response but makes no move to flip the switch on the side of his phone. 

Ping…ping…ping

He chuckles lowly before swiping the notification up to continue his battle. You crawl over to him and snatch his phone from his hand. It seems you will have to see for yourself just who is blowing up his phone. 

“Y/n give it back!” He reaches over to grab the phone but you turn your whole body away from him, laughing as you curl up tightly trying to read the notifications. 

“My my my, who is Aaliyah?” You gasp dramatically. “I miss you so much baby, can’t wait ‘til I can see you again, need you bad Channie” You mimic in a high pitched voice. 

“Y/n I’m serious just give it back!” He growls. It has now turned into a scramble of sorts. You underneath, curled up in a foetal position. Him, on top as he tries to pry your body open to retrieve his phone. 

Chris accidentally releases his grasp on you and in that moment you roll from underneath him.  Planning to escape out of his room, you hastily make a move to climb off the bed. 

It all happened so quickly. The grab. The noise. The drop of the phone. The awkward silence. 

In your attempt to flee, Chris had grabbed you by your hair and yanked you back. You could have wailed, could have screamed, but you did neither. No, what you did was far worse. 

You had released a guttural moan. 

You. Moaning because Chris pulled your hair. 

Neither of you dared to speak, nor look each other in the eyes. You were embarrassed to say the least. Your best friend had just discovered that you have a hair pulling kink. He on the other hand took one too many deep breaths to calm himself. He has never heard you make a noise like that before. Much less because of him. 

“I, ahem- your phone. I’m sorry…you can have it back.” You say keeping your eyes glued to his bedsheets as you slide the phone over to his leg. 

You go to retract your hand quickly so that you can go get a glass of water to cool yourself down. He grabs your wrist almost instantaneously. Not letting you get far at all. 

“Look at me.” He demands. You do as he says, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his. You don’t have to look down at his chest to detect the way it rises and falls heavily. 

He gently runs his hand all the way up your arm, an agenda clearly on his mind. You’re frozen in place as you feel his hand creep to the nape of your neck, his fingers spreading wide as they make their way into your hair. 

Without warning, he tugs your head back harshly causing another involuntary moan to fall from your lips. A soft gasp is released from Chris, clearly enjoying the way you react to the action. 

You guess that’s how you found yourself in this predicament. Knees no doubt bruising as you take Chris’ cock repeatedly down the depths of your throat. 

His hand was embedded deeply into your hair, gripping it tight and using it as a leverage to fuck himself into your mouth.

“Fuck~ just like that Y/n. Mm, m’gonna use you as my personal fuck toy. Forget all the other girls I see. Just pull your hair whenever I need you huh? I don’t know why I didn’t think about it earlier.” Chris says more to himself than to you, releasing a small whine. 

The picture that this will leave in your mind is sure to be one that will fog your brain for the next couple of months at least. You never really thought about Chris in this way. Perhaps in the beginning stages of your friendship, but it quickly went away when you found out he was a manwhore. 

Nothing wrong with that of course, you never had any reason to judge him for it. But god if this is what you were missing. You most definitely would not mind being his personal fuck toy. Platonically of course…

Your eyes are currently watering, as you gag and swallow. Making Chris grip your hair tighter making you moan. That was the breaking point for him as he unloads into your mouth. Not giving you any chance to waste a single drop. 

He releases his hold on you, slowly pulling out of your mouth before slapping the tip on your cheek a couple times.

You look up at him, your glossed over eyes making him coo at you as he strokes your head softly.

“I hope your head isn’t too sore yet, ‘cause I’m gonna use it to fuck you back onto my cock, okay?” Chris says with a devilish smile. 

Forget the sexy scene on television, you’re currently living in the sexiest one of all!

minho | spit | 0.6k (673) words

You and Minho are getting ready for bed after a long day of camping activities. You’re going back home from Korea tomorrow night so you wanted to spend as much time with your best friend as you could. 

Even if that meant agreeing to do whatever he says for the last few days you shared together. Surprisingly, it was a lot of fun. You went fishing and caught a fish. You learnt how to build a campfire from scratch. Went kayaking and almost tipped it over. Let Minho spit in your mouth—

Wait, what?

You shake your head to come back to reality. Minho swirls water around in his mouth before spitting it out into the sink. 

He wipes his mouth as he looks up at you, your gaze seemingly transfixed onto his mouth. 

He still tastes the toothpaste in his mouth so he leans back over the sink about to spit, but then he looks up at you. Holding your unwavering gaze. 

He spits slowly, the saliva descending down into the sink. As it disconnects, he licks his bottom lip smirking at you.

You watched the whole ordeal, obviously. Which explains why you suddenly squeeze your thighs, shifting from one foot to another. 

“Either I’m living in a dream right now, or you, Y/n, are simply filthy.”

“Huh?” You say blinking rapidly. 

“Huh? Huh?” He mocks, walking over to you. 

What is wrong with you? Snap out of it! That is your best friend, you definitely should not be thinking about him spitting in your mouth as you get pounded by his dick. 

“I can practically hear your thoughts. That or you’re speaking aloud.” He smirks, now inches away from your face. 

It seems you finally regain consciousness as your hands claw at the sheets. Minho pummels you from behind at a relentless pace, making you drool. 

You hear him chuckle, his hand falling beneath your chin to catch any saliva before bringing it up to smear on your mouth. 

His hand moves to the underside of your jaw, forcing your head back. Your view of him now upside down as he doesn’t slow the pace. 

“Are you gonna admit that you’re a filthy little slut who likes spit?” He teases, smiling down at you. 

You can only mewl in response, he’s got you going dumb and he certainly enjoys it.

Bringing his hand up to your cheeks, he squeezes gently. Getting you to open your mouth. You do, even going as far to stick your tongue out. 

“Oh look how obedient you are.” He spits into your mouth. His hold on your jaw releases as he moves that hand to cup your chest, hoisting you up so your back, though arched, is against his chest. 

He fucks up into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans fill the tent. Those other poor people are no doubt just trying to enjoy their family camping trip, and here comes the two of you; unapologetically loud as shit. 

“M-Minho…m’close.” You whine. He just chuckles in response, stroking that sweet spot inside of you to push you over the edge. 

It isn’t long before you’re quivering on him, your body already becoming limp as your eyes roll into the back of your head reaching that sweet release. Before you can lavish in the feeling, you’re pulled off of him and he guides your head back to his pelvis. 

“You’re gonna swallow every last drop I give you m’kay? No spitting this out sweetheart.” Minho says as he moans. Pumping himself faster as he unloads his seed into your mouth which you gladly swallow. 

He uses the tip of his cock to smear any remnants of his climax on your lips. He smiles down at you, praising you for doing such a good job whilst also saying how dirty you are. 

This will certainly make your relationship with him all the more questionable. Let’s hope it won’t be the only thing that clouds your mind on the flight home!

changbin | choking | 0.8k (898) words

You and Changbin are in the park having a cutesy little picnic. You may or may not have forced him to come with you since your other friends cancelled at the last minute and you had prepared so much. It’s good that you and Changbin are so alike because neither of you like to waste any food. 

You have both been snacking on some grapes, when you look down and see there is only one left on the vine. Quickly whilst his attention was elsewhere, you pluck the grape from its vine. 

You turn your head as you go to put the grape into your mouth, but a firm hand on your wrist stops you. 

“You swear you’re like a ninja.” Changbin laughs as you turn to look at him with squinted eyes. He just shakes his head, his other hand held out awaiting the grape. 

You look at his hand, the grape, his hand again and then back up to his face. 

“If you think I’m giving you this grape, then you are surely mistaken.” You say, you’re tone curt. 

Changbin looks at you, before shaking his head overzealously. You look at him confused. 

“Why are you shaking your head at me?”

“Sorely.”

“What?” 

“You said surely mistaken. It’s sorely mistaken, doofus.” He says before bursting out into a fit of laughter. 

You look momentarily taken aback, a quiet ‘oh’ coming out of your mouth before you look at Changbin’s laughing state. 

“For that, I’m taking the grape.” He says, plucking the grape from your hand and putting it in his mouth. He starts to chew it teasingly in your face, closing his eyes as he does so. 

Successfully irked, you lunge towards him from your seated position. Unfortunately for your lacklustre skills, he easily manoeuvres you so that your back is against his chest as his bicep and forearm enclose your throat. 

He squeezes playfully, well aware that the two of you are in public. 

“Nice try, munchkin. You’re gonna have to be faster than that.” Changbin gloats. 

You bring your hands up to hold his arm, your hands barely able to enclose his whole forearm. You try to pry his arm off but it’s to no avail as he doesn’t budge. 

He squeezes tighter, his mouth moving closer to your ears. 

“You know I’m not even trying right?” He teasingly whispers into your ear. 

“Bin unhand me.” You plead. 

“What, you’ve given up already?”

“If you squeeze my throat any tighter, I am not responsible for the…sounds that will come out of me.” You say tapping his forearm. 

Changbin’s eyes widen slightly as he realises what you meant. He releases you and you crawl back to the other side of the picnic blanket, fixing your outfit and your hair, pretending like you didn’t say what you just said. 

“You mean to tell me that me choking you was turning you on?” He asks with genuinity. 

You turn to him, shrugging a little. The way you act so nonchalant clearly has an effect on him as he tries not to get turned on himself. 

It didn’t work, for either of you, as you find yourself in the back of his car sitting on his legs as his fingers pump viciously in and out of you. 

“Shh, you gotta be quiet. Don’t want people to start getting suspicious.” Changbin speaks into your ear. 

You do your best to be quiet, but you don’t trust yourself so you put a hand over your mouth. 

“Fuck you’re gripping my fingers so tight. Mm I can’t wait to ruin you. ‘Cause I’m gonna. Yeah, fuck you clenched when I said that. Want me to ruin you, don’t you my sweet?” Changbin purrs. 

Your other hand grips his thigh, the coil within the pit of your stomach starting to tighten. You remove your hand from your mouth as your breath starts to quicken, small whines being released here and there. 

“Bin, I can’t hold it.” You whine. 

“You don’t have to hold it sweetness. Come for me.” He says his hand going to your neck and pressing on the sides of your throat. 

The restriction of air and the squeeze of his hand mixed with his fingers has you seeing stars. Your moan caught in your throat as you orgasm. The lack of air prolongs your release and unfortunately for Changbin, you make a mess all over the backseat of his car. 

He smiles as he watches you get lost in the pleasure. He loosens his grip on your neck and relishes in your pants as you try to catch your breath. 

“Well I’m going to need to deep clean my car, but it was so worth it.” Changbin says, rubbing you through your high and placing a soft kiss to the side of your head. 

You move yourself off of his lap, momentarily looking out the window to see if there were any wanderers that got too curious. Taking a deep breath your eyes meet Changbin’s and he looks at you with a sweet, unwavering smile. 

“What’s that look for?…” 

“Oh nothing, just thinking about all the places m’gonna fuck you when we get back to mine.” Changbin says, his smile widening even more. 

Oh wow, you’re in for a long night ahead of you. Better hope those grapes gave you enough energy for the rest of the day!

hyunjin | humiliation | 1.4k (1446) words

Hyunjin is teaching you part of his dance routine in the studio. You were bored, and teaching somebody helps him to recount the steps. 

For the most part, you were able to keep up with him. Picking up the steps with ease until there was a particularly hard move. 

You can see the frustration building on Hyunjin’s face as you keep messing up this step. The one he tried to teach you fifteen minutes ago…

“Y/n no. Lift your arm like this, this.” He says demonstrating the correct way to do it. 

You copy the motion. You think that you are nailing it and that he is just being too pedantic which explains his elongated sigh. 

“Hyunjin, I don't know what you think I’m doing wrong. I’m literally doing it the way you do it!” You say, now getting frustrated at him and his perfectionist ways. 

He looks at you through the mirror, scoffing and doing the dance move how you did it. Clearly over-exaggerating the way you did it. 

“Does that look right to you? No, it doesn’t. It’s not even a hard step Y/n and you’re struggling to do it.” He says, walking back over to the laptop to replay the song. 

This is embarrassing. You should feel embarrassed. Yet you hide a smile. There’s something about the way Hyunjin gets riled up and then proceeds to belittle you for clearly not being a professional dancer like he is. 

Ridiculous isn’t it?

“Okay let’s go from the top.” Hyunjin says, counting the both of you in. 

The song plays and you both dance to the rhythm. Everything was going swell until you purposefully messed up a move that you know you have no trouble doing. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

You wish you could take a mental picture of Hyunjin’s scowl and print it out. He looks at you, almost pitiful as he turns down the music, his hands on his hip as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. 

“What are you fucking inept or something? What’s going on? You don’t know your left from your rights? Hm? You need me to teach you the alphabet whilst we’re at it?” Hyunjin taunts, now walking towards you. 

You say nothing, looking up at him with eyes as innocent as you can get them. 

“Cat caught your tongue? Or have you just become so dumb that you can’t even speak anymore?” Hyunjin speaks lowly, backing you into the full length mirror. 

He raises a single eyebrow at you, waiting for you to say something. He huffs out a laugh when he realises you’re not going to respond, but rather cower beneath him. 

You really are spoiled aren’t you? It seems it is so because you got whatever you wanted from this. One moment he pinned you up against the wall, you shoving your tongue down his throat. Then he was shoving his dick down your throat. And now here you are, on all fours, forced to watch as he thrusts harshly into you from behind. 

“This what you needed hm? You just needed to be fucked didn’t you. Naw, dumb baby’s just too stupid to ask for what they want so they decide to piss me off instead huh?” Hyunjin grunts landing a smack on your backside. 

You moan embarrassingly loud, jolting forwards slightly as you feel the impact of his hand on your flesh. 

The song plays in the background adding to the already sexual tension that is in the dance studio. 

Hyunjin stops thrusting, looking at you in the mirror as you stumble a little. The rhythm of thrusts throwing you off as your hips stutter in their movement. 

“You’re gonna fuck yourself on my dick to the beat of the song. See if you’re not completely useless. It would be wise not to piss me off further so if you do a good job, maybe I’ll be nice.” Hyunjin says crossing his arms. 

You wait to see if he was bluffing, looking back at him only to be met with a raise of his eyebrow. You turn back around, meeting his gaze in the mirror. You tune your ears to the song and start throwing it back to the beat. (y’all why this make me bust out laughing okay sorry continue.)

For the first two counts of eight, you were doing pretty well. Matching each beat with the sound of your bottom colliding with his pelvis. He watches you intently as if it were you dancing. He bites his lip, holding back his own moans. 

The chorus of the song comes along and you miss a count. You try to catch up by speeding up your movements, but that just feels too good. Hyunjin tsks at you. 

“You can’t even do this correctly. How embarrassing Y/n. Is there anything you can do without my help?” Hyunjin says shaking his head as he grabs both of your arms. 

You clench around him at his words, making his tough exterior falter ever so slightly as he curses under his breath at the way you squeeze him so tightly. 

He holds your arms like handles as he repeatedly slams you back onto him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and then close tightly as he reaches deeper, continuously hitting that sweet spot inside. 

“You better open your fuckin’ eyes and watch as you take what I give you.” He says, his tongue coming out to wet his lip as he smirks mischievously. 

You flutter your eyes open, meeting his gaze in the mirror as your mouth hangs open releasing silent moans. Who knew that being humiliated would turn you on to the point it has? You watch his face contort into concentration. Sweat pouring down his face and falling onto your lower back. 

“Hyune, just like that, please. I’m so close.” You whine. 

He tilts his head, one of his hands releasing your wrist to reach beneath you and between your thighs, rubbing you quickly.

“Oh yeah? And you think you deserve it?” He teases. 

You nod relentlessly, not even caring for his permission as you spasm around him as he lands a particularly powerful thrust. 

As he watches you come undone on him he scoffs a laugh, shaking his head before chasing his own release. 

“Mm, where’d you want it? Inside? So it drips down your thighs for everyone to see? Ah fuck, yeah I think so.” He says, small whines leaving his throat. 

He pushes your body all the way down as he now lays on top of you, rutting into you. He lifts one leg up to ground him so he can reach deeper, the rocking motion overstimulating you as you convulse around him once more. You choke out a sob, tears starting to run down your face. 

He catches your expression in the mirror, the tears streaming down and it sends him over the edge. With one final rock, he stills as his cock twitches deep inside of you. Painting your walls white deep inside. 

He rests his forehead on the back of your head. Both of you spent as the sounds of heavy breathing and the song fill the room. 

He slowly pulls out of you, both of you whining at the loss of the warmth. He rolls you over, placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. 

“Y/n? Are you still with me?” He asks, glancing over your face and down your body. He sees some of his cum trailing out of you and he uses his fingers to push it back in. Fixated on the way your hole envelopes his fingers so accommodatingly. 

He only stops when he feels your hand push his chest and he chuckles lightly. 

“You know you really don’t take orders well. I think I need to train you.” He says, brushing a stray hair out of your face as you finally open your eyes and look up at him. 

He hums softly, admiring you before getting up and sorting himself out so that he is decent to the eyes of the public again. 

“Get up. That wasn’t a reward, you’re going to just have to dance with my cum running down your legs now. The quicker you get the choreography, the quicker you’ll get to shower.” Hyunjin says walking over to the laptop and restarting the song. 

He leaves you to get yourself up on wobbly arms and you smile to yourself. He should know by now that you most certainly do not put up without a fight. 

Hopefully you don’t “accidentally” mess up any more of the moves and make him belittle you again…

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[waywardgoddess666]

i’m actually obsessed with the kinks drabble u did, can u pls do it for the maknae line 🙏🏽

i picked yours to be the one to hold the absolute chaos that is abt to unfold. so i hope you were waiting patiently my love coz here it is!

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: maknae line x gn!reader

➩genre(s): smut, pwp

➩warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), penetration (not specified what hole, this one is for all the delulu’s out there) , kinks: mask, praise, degradation, oral fixation. 

➩wc: 10.3k (10331)

➩author’s note: here it is. the long awaited maknae line. this is the second longest(?) fic i’ve done. but now i can continue working on my seungmin fic that’s a part of the afterglow series. now THAT is something to wait for *lip bite emoji*

➩part(s): previous

jisung | mask | 2.1k (2188) words

“Ji! Can you come here for a second?” You call from the bathroom. Your hands are currently around your back trying to do up the zipper of your costume, but it won’t budge. 

Jisung comes running in, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. 

“What happened? I came as fast as I could!” He asks, scanning you up and down. 

You furrow your eyebrows at his dramatics before shaking your head softly. You turn away from him and point to your back. 

“Zipper won’t go up. Can you try for me?”

“Oh, yeah sure.”

As Jisung grabs the zip and tugs it a few times, it finally closes. You thank him and step back, assessing yourself in the mirror. 

You and Jisung were invited to a halloween party and you decided, obviously, to go in a couple’s costume. It’s your favourite pastime for both of you really. Pretending as if you two are a couple when really you’re just best friends, but the public doesn’t need to know that. 

You also told his parents that the two of you were dating as a joke, but he doesn’t know that. You are exceptionally good at keeping up with the whole ‘significant other’ appearances. 

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be the best dressed at the party and we haven’t even arrived yet.” Jisung says, flexing in the mirror. 

You stifle a laugh as you admire your handiwork. You were in charge of picking the costume and making sure to get the props and makeup correct. You decided that you wanted to go as Ghost and Soap from Call of Duty.

Okay, not exactly a couple’s costume, but you wouldn’t stop pestering Jisung to be Ghost saying that he would look good in a skull mask until he finally caved and agreed. 

Now you’re having regrets as he is feeling himself a little too much and he is looking a little too good doing so. You have yet to see him with his full mask and headgear on as he requested for you to give him a black smokey eye. 

You use your thumb to wipe some of the excess eyeshadow that rests on the top of his cheek and you give him one playful tap. He thanks you and immediately grabs the rest of his costume. 

What a good job you did because he is starting to seriously look too sexy for his own good. You can barely look at him as he assembles his mask and headgear. Then he turns to face you, his arms out wide. 

Oh. 

Wow. 

This is certainly a strange feeling you are experiencing inside of you right now. He looks, to put it plainly, delectable. And you seriously would want nothing more than to take a bite out of him-

“Y/n? Let’s go~” Jisung says, clicking in front of your face. 

You shake those inappropriate thoughts from your brain. You are not to think of him that way, absolutely not. 

                         ──・──・・✿ ・・──・──

The party most definitely helps to distract from the glory that is Jisung. You have loosened up a little, enjoying the music, people’s costumes and the atmosphere as a whole. 

“Y/n! God I’ve been looking everywhere for you. We can’t be a couple’s costume if we’re constantly separated, you know.” Jisung yells over the loud music, frowning. 

You look up at him, his beautiful big brown eyes standing out from the white mask. Perhaps convincing him that this would be a good costume was not good for your mental wellbeing after all. 

“Yeah…maybe.”

“What do you mean yeah maybe? Just yes.” he grabs ahold of your hand and pulls you close. You can smell his cologne, the one you bought him for his birthday. You take a deep breath. “Come, let’s go upstairs for a bit.” He says starting to lead you towards the staircase. 

Your eyes widen and you try to plant your feet on the ground. 

“Wait, just us? Like alone? Why?” You stammer. 

He just looks at you as if you aren’t thinking straight. He tries to move you again but you don’t budge. You see him roll his eyes before you let out a questionable noise of surprise as he picks you up and carries you up the stairs. 

He jiggles the handles of a few doors before finding an unlocked room. Being mindful not to bash your head or your feet, he manoeuvres his way through the doorway and places you gently on the bed. As you settle the unwanted swarm of butterflies in your stomach, Jisung goes over to the door and locks it. 

“Why are we up here Ji?” You ask, your hands fiddling with a zip on your costume as you look around the room. 

He takes off his helmet to free his hair; his mask shortly follows and he blinks to adjust to the light. Running a hand through the messy locks, he sits down beside you on the bed. 

“Just needed a moment away y’know? It was getting a bit much down there. You really had to pick a costume that would draw all the attention to us huh?” He says nudging you with his elbow. 

You wince slightly, rubbing the side of your ribs before squinting at him. 

“You told me you wanted to be the centre of attention. I should be hearing a thank you, not complaints.” Jisung shakes his head at your words. 

“I think it’s this mask, or the combat gear, or both. It’s certainly getting a rile off people.” He says in all seriousness. You miss the way his eyes lingers on you with a pointed look before they cast away to a corner of the room. 

“Well of course. A mask automatically makes somebody look way more fuckable.” You say nonchalantly. 

He turns to you, a smug smile on his face. 

“Are you saying I’m only fuckable with this mask on?” Jisung says in a sultry tone. 

You blink, seemingly caught like a deer in headlights. Has his voice always sounded so enticing?

“You and I both know that isn’t the case. But it damn sure helps your case.” Jisung gawks at this. His arm moving behind your waist and settling dangerously close to your ass as he leans in closer to you. 

“My case huh?” He tilts his head at you, eyes squinting slightly. “You mean to say you wouldn’t fuck me in all my glory right now?” He questions, his voice nearing a whisper. 

“Are you drunk?”

“Off you, yeah.”

You roll your eyes and lightly smack his chest. He grabs your hand gently and tugs your arm, making you involuntarily fall into his chest. You try to move back, but his other arm lowers you down onto the bed, caging you in. He smirks at you. 

“Want me to put the mask on?” He removes his grasp on your hand and his fingers dance along your jaw. “That way it doesn’t technically count as me, but Ghost, who gets to have his way with you.” He purrs. 

What the fuck is in the air tonight? Is Phil Collins playing somewhere?! You awkwardly chuckle. 

“You know we’re only supposed to act like a couple in front of other people right? Nobody is having their way with anybody.” You say more to yourself rather than to him. 

You knew it was a lie the minute it came out of your mouth. Now your costume is broken from the sheer force of Jisung and his manly ways of needing to rid you of your clothes. 

“Fuck, fuck yes. You’re so fucking tight baby, shit~” Jisung, or rather ‘Ghost’ says as he grinds down into you. 

The way he calls you baby makes your heart flutter. It’s not as if he hasn’t before, but those times he wasn’t, well, in you. 

You really can’t believe he is inside of you right now. Inside of you whilst he adorns that incredibly sexy skull mask. 

His deep grunts and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall over the muffled music from downstairs sends a shot of ecstasy straight into your veins. 

“Bet you couldn’t fuckin’ keep it together at the thought of me in this mask huh? I seen the way you were looking at me downstairs darling, fuck, just had to get you all to myself. Couldn’t take much more of your pretty eyes looking at me like that any longer.” Jisung says as he repositions himself onto his knees. 

He grabs your waist, your back arching off the bed as he uses you like his personal fleshlight. 

The sounds of your moans are sure to make anybody who walks by stop and listen. No doubt blushing profusely whilst needing to quickly flee to give you your privacy. 

Your hands reach up, grasping anything they could get a hold of. You manage to grab a buckle from his helmet and you lift your head to look at his mask. 

“Ah fuck Y/n. Please don’t look at me like that. You’re squeezin’ so tight around me every time you look at my face. Driving me fuckin’ insane baby.” Jisung says, his fingers digging deeper into your waist as he pounds into you harder. 

His grunts turn into that of a whine. His breath no doubt, creating condensation inside of his mask. 

You run your fingers over the dips and curves of his mask. His hand trails to your back, lifting your body up so that your chest is flush against him.

Not casting your eyes away from the mask, you begin to grind down into his lap. His hands settle on the curve of your back, his fingers harshly gripping the supple flesh. 

“Y/n—”

You just wrap your arms around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder as you start to bounce up and down. Jisung gladly meets you halfway by thrusting up into you at full force. 

“Baby I can’t, not when you feel this good. I’m, shit, I’m gonna come Y/n.” Jisung whines, his breath becoming short. 

“Me too Ji. I’m about to—”

“Come with me Y/n. Please, please I need you to feel good with me baby.” Jisung says. He releases one of his hands from you and he throws his helmet and mask off. 

The sight with him wearing the mask is certainly one to engrave into your brain. But Jisung with his hair messy, eyes full blown with desire; only for you. Sweat dripping down his hairline and his plump lips parted as he releases quick breaths is something you would pay to see over and over again. 

His hand makes his way to your chest, pinching and twisting the hardened bud before enveloping it with his mouth. 

The sensation of his mouth on your nipple and his relentless fucking up into makes you see stars. You throw your head back, stilling your movements as you come. 

If Jisung wasn’t catching feelings already then he did after he heard his name so gorgeously mewled from your lips; sending him over the edge as he pumped his load inside of you. 

He shouldn't have, but he did. You simply felt just too good. 

As you both come down from your high with heavy pants and small chuckles here and there, you assess the damage done. 

Not to your relationship, but rather your clothes. 

“So, through your fit of horny rage, did it occur to you that ripping apart my only costume that I brought would leave me topless?” You ask him with a raised eyebrow. 

He looks down at your exposed chest, then at the floor where your broken top resides. 

“Can’t you put it on and, y’know, just hold it tight whilst we find our way outta here?” He suggests. 

You look down at the costume. Sure, some of it may be salvageable, doesn’t mean you want to hold it up to your chest and risk some drunkard bumping into you causing you to release your grip. 

You get off the bed and start looking through the chest of drawers. Certainly not appropriate to do in somebody else’s home, but you don’t feel too bad considering their house will be trashed to a point where a large amount of money will need to be invested into replacing and fixing the damages. 

Luckily, you find a shirt. You go to put it on but Jisung stops you. He takes the shirt from your hands and he opens it up, gently dressing you. Once he pulls the shirt over your head, he places a totally platonic kiss to your soft lips. 

You tilt your head up at him, a silent question that he seems to understand. 

“Because I want to take it off you, actually take my time with you when we get back and do it properly. Do it for real.” He says, his voice above a mere whisper. 

Grabbing your hand, he leads the two of you out of the party. You can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face. 

Who knew that Jisung wearing a mask would lead to this point? Not you, that’s for sure!

felix | praise | 2.2k (2205) words

The clock reads 01:36 am as you make your way to the skate park. The day was filled with sun and blue sky promising you a nice clear night sky covered in a blanket of stars. You climb the ramp and your senses are already filled with Felix. 

“Thought you said you were gonna get here before me?” Felix teases not moving from his current position. You scoff lightly and wiggle your way into his arms and under the blanket. 

Sure this may be slightly intimate for friends to do, but you know that Felix is a touchy person and you don’t mind all that much. Especially when he is the only one who agrees to stargaze with you at late hours of the night. 

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Time passes by and the two of you lay there listening to your playlist and the crickets. 

“Lix?”

“Hmm?”

“I finished reading the book that I had been putting off for ages” You say smiling softly. You feel his head turn to look down at you, so you meet his eyes, tilting your head up from his chest. 

“Seriously?” You nod. “Wow, I’m so proud of you angel! Did you enjoy it?” He gleams. 

Your brain takes a second to process what he has just said. Your face faltering and your hand that laid flat on his chest, now bunching up his shirt. 

“Y/n? Did you enjoy it?” Felix asks again, chuckling softly at your fist balling up his shirt. You could only release a small hum in agreement. Felix looks back up to the stars and you miss the cocky smirk that now adorns his face. 

“Hm, you’ve made me proud so far. You wanna use your words and tell me what you liked about the book like the good little angel you are?” Felix speaks lowly. 

You can’t help but to squeeze your thighs together because of the way he is praising you right now. What has gotten into him? More specifically, what has gotten into you?!

“Uh, I liked how there was a story in the book” You say hurriedly, looking at the stars. Anything but him. Felix lets out a roar of laughter which inevitably snaps you out of your trance. 

“Why are you laughing?” You groan, unaware of the nonsensical sentence you had just said. 

He just shakes his head and pulls you closer into his embrace. His hand starts to stroke at your side and you are suddenly becoming extremely aware of the proximity between the two of you. 

“Oh look, a shooting star!” You lie, pointing up to the sky to try and ease the tension. 

However, Felix, much to your dismay, was not looking up at the sky, but rather at you. Looking at you like either the only person in the world, or the tastiest sweet treat he has ever seen. 

Does he want to dote on you or eat you? You really can’t decipher which as you study his face. 

“Why are you looking at me like that…”

“You’re just so good, so so sweet. I love having you in my life. I’m always so proud of everything you do. Makes me wanna keep you all to myself and not let anyone experience your sweetness.” Felix says, his other hand lifting your chin up to look him in the eyes. Something you are really struggling to do. 

You gulp, unsure of the feelings that bubble in the pit on your stomach. 

“M’serious. You have the most gorgeous smile doll, so pretty.”

Butterflies? Perhaps butterflies are fluttering in your stomach. 

“Especially when I’m the one that makes you smile. I shouldn’t say this, but I think about you all the time. You’re always on my mind, Y/n.” Felix says, his eyes now wondering to the twinkles in the sky. 

You can’t breathe. You know he likes to get personal, but not like this. Never like this. Something is different with the way he’s talking to you. It has been ever since the last time you were at the skate park with him and he told you how pretty you looked. 

It may have been a slip of the tongue, but you expressed to him that you like when he would praise you. 

Now the little shit has found a way to constantly fluster you. 

“All good thoughts I hope.” You say breaking the silence that was brewing between the two of you. 

“Of course. Could never be anything bad with you angel. Even if I was upset with you, all you have to do is just look at me with those perfect eyes and I’m yours. Can’t ever stay mad at you,” he shakes his head. “Never.”

You sit up, looking down at him with your mouth agape. He turns to look towards you, his arm going under his head to prop it up. He’s clearly been going to the gym recently because his arms are getting toned, and bigger. 

The protruding veins on his forearms are enough to make you drool. 

“Why would you say all that to me knowing I can’t kiss you for it.” You say, crossing your arms. He chuckles at you. 

“Who says you can’t?”

You look around the empty skate park as if the answer was obvious. 

“Uh, literally the number one rule in the rulebook of best friends? It’s the same for everyone ever. You kiss and you open up a door of complications.” You say matter-of-factly. 

Felix sits up, the blanket falling from his chest and pooling at his waist. He places his hand in the space between your crossed legs as he dips his head slightly under to look at you through his eyelashes. 

“Fuck the rulebook. You know you and I don’t follow rules anyways. That’s why we hop the locked gate to the park almost every night.” He states, smirking. 

You can’t argue with that. He got you there. Though you aren’t done putting up a fight so you shake your head to disagree with something you clearly agree with him on. 

“Well yes, but no. We can’t kiss.”

“I wanna kiss you.” He says looking at your lips. 

“I just said we can’t.”

“Let me kiss you Y/n.” He licks his lips, his gaze unwavering. 

You hesitate, but stand strong in this battle as you shake your head. 

“Lix, strictly prohibited.”

“One teeny tiny kiss can’t hurt.” He says, his voice dropping dangerously low. 

Gosh he looks so pretty underneath the moonlight. He literally has a twinkle in his eye. Not to mention his own set of stars that are sprinkled across his nose and under his eyes. 

“I…want to, but—”

“But you’re talking too much. Let’s busy your lips shall we? Be my good little angel and kiss me.” He whispers, bringing his hand to cup your cheek.

You aren’t the world’s strongest soldier as you close the distance between you. Your lips entwine with his and fall into a rhythmic pattern almost immediately. 

He smiles into the kiss whispering a ‘There you go doll’ making you squeeze those thighs together to relieve some of the pressure. 

It’s cold outside, but the heat that your bodies emit are keeping you both warm as your body’s move in tandem. He kneels as you are on all fours, taking him down your throat. 

“Y-yes~ So good. Just like that for me, doll. Just like that.” Felix moans as he pushes your head up and down his throbbing length. 

Eager to please, you hollow your cheeks, taking him as far down your throat as you can get him. You moan around him and his head falls back as he holds your head down and thrusts into your mouth, making you gag. 

“Good fucking angel. Taking me so far down that pretty little throat of yours. Shit, you gonna let me fuck your pretty hole? Please baby, make me happy and let me fuck you slow.”

He releases his hold on you and repositions himself. The blanket is now being used as a barrier between your naked bodies and the cold concrete beneath you. 

Risky considering a guard could decide to do their job tonight and parole the park, but they never do. And that is at the farthest part of your brain as you now crawl up Felix’s body. Rubbing yourself up and down his length. 

He releases a soft grunt, grabbing your hips forcing you to stop your movement. 

“Don’t tease.” He warns as he raises his eyebrow at you giving you a firm smack on your ass. 

You giggle, biting your lip as you attempt to move your hips once more before he smacks you harder this time. 

“Naughty. Don’t start acting up now doll or else I won’t be so nice hm? Will you be good for me?” He asks lifting your hips slightly as he grabs his dick. He pumps it once before he runs it over your core a couple of times. 

Realising he was waiting for your answer, you nod vigorously. He smiles at you before sinking you down on his cock, both of you letting out a long, breathy moan. 

“So warm, so tight, fuck you’re choking me darling.” Felix growls, thrusting up into you slowly. 

You rest your hands on his chest, meeting his thrusts halfway. 

“Oh look at you. You wanna take the lead? Go on then doll. Ride me, but go slow baby yeah?” He lays still, his hands busying themselves with your nipples.

Taking his command, you start to ride him slowly. You close your eyes as you cherish each vein, each ridge of his dick as your walls envelope him. 

“You look so pretty on top of me Y/n. Mm, I will never get this image out of my head. You’re made for me.” He pulls you down so that your chest lays on his as he starts to thrust up into you. He simply couldn’t resist the temptation that is you. 

“Shit, can’t let you go after this. I’ll be damned if you fuck anybody else. You can’t, you’re mine now. Say it. Open your eyes, doll and tell me you’re mine.” He speaks into your ear before turning your head to face him. 

“I’m yours Felix. Always have been.” You say with a soft whimper. 

“Ah fuck~ Good. You’re damn right you always have been, my angel.” He starts to speed up, his hand trailing to between your legs to give you that extra stimulation. 

“Lix I’m close.” You say, meeting his thrusts again as you whine loudly. 

“I know baby, I know. Wanna come for me? Yeah you do. Be my good little angel and come on this cock.” 

That was all you needed as you gushed all over him. Your legs quiver as you clench tightly around him. 

“That’s it, feel good on my cock doll. You’re squeezin’ me so fucking tight love.” Felix’s voice is shaky as he wraps his arms around your waist and begins to chase his release. 

He only lasts a couple more thrusts before he’s moaning your name so beautifully in your ear as he releases inside of you. You feel it, there’s so much as he empties his dick all in your hole. 

You look down to where the two of you connect, his hips finally stilling as he breathes heavily. You lift up off of him and the mixture of your climax seeps out and drops back onto his length. Following put, Felix looks down at the mess you’ve both made, smiling smugly. 

He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing tightly before he smacks it. 

“Clean it up.”

Without a second thought, you move down and settle between his legs. With your ass perched in the air, you don’t waste time as you lick up and down his length. Sucking his balls into your mouth as you collect every last drop of the result of tonight’s escapades. 

He has to grab your hair and pull your head up, the feeling of your tongue and soft wet mouth too much for an overstimulated Felix. 

“Okay okay, shit, you did such a good job for me. Never expected anything less from my angel. M’so proud of you, c’mere.” He says, opening his arms wide. 

You move to lay beside him and he folds the both of you up in the blanket. To the best of his ability anyway. 

You both calm down, your senses momentarily heightened. Stroking your arm he litters the side of your head and your forehead with kisses. He then lifts your chin up to face him, planting a deeply soft kiss to your lips. 

“I’m so proud of you. My little star,” Another kiss. “You shine brighter than all of the ones in the sky,” Another kiss. “I promise. You’re mine, I’m yours.” His voice, a softly spoken promise. 

“I’m yours, you’re mine.” You say, smiling at him. 

Felix doesn’t have to play pretend in the little world he has created that consists of you and him as now he gets to finally live in the reality of it. And you, you’re just happy to be a part of this new constellation that’s been written in the stars. 

seungmin | degradation | 2.9k (2929) words

“Oh I would. I definitely would. ‘Til my jaw locks, the neighbours know their name, the wallpaper peels off the wall. You would need at least ten big bodied people to try to pry me off of them. I am so serious.” You practically drool. 

You were showing Seungmin edits of your current celebrity crushes, having said extremely vulgar things about them and just what you would do for the past thirty minutes.  

And no, you do not care if these said crushes may also consist of pixelated characters from games. If a person is attractive, they are attractive. You are not fussy. 

Seungmin on the other hand has had to deal with his inbox of all his social media being full of edits that you bombard him with. Safe to say he is sick of it. 

“You are disgusting” Seungmin groans. 

“Yep. They so could have me in any position”

“Have you no shame?”

“Any day of the week.”

“Y/n, stop.”

“For them I am simply a hole-”

“Jesus fucking christ! Can you for once in your life not act like a fucking slut?” Seungmin questions, raising his voice slightly. 

Oh. Oh. 

You stop dead in your tracks, gulping loudly. You don’t say another word. Fearful for if you open your mouth, you will plead him to say it again. 

“What now you’re silent?” He scoffs and looks over at you, monitoring your face. You still don’t move, not even to scroll through more edits on your phone. The same sound playing over and over. He sees the way you tightly grasp the fabric of your joggers before bringing his eyes back to your face. 

“You liked that…didn’t you?” He quizzes, inching closer to you on the sofa. He places one hand on the arm-rest and the other rests near the back of your head; caging you in. When you don’t respond, he gently grabs a hold of your chin with his fingers. 

“I asked you a question. Or are you too stupid to rack your brain to think of anything other than being used for your body?” He whispers.

You just came. Well you think you just did. If you didn’t, you are surely on your way. 

“…No.” You meekly respond. 

He laughs softly, pulling away and moving to his side of the sofa again. 

“Oh okay. Was just making sure.” Seungmin says with a shit-eating grin. 

You furrow your eyebrows at this, looking at him quizzically. 

“What’s that supposed to mean? What do you mean you were just making sure? Making sure of what?” You ramble. 

Seungmin just hums, ignoring your array of questions. He busies himself with his phone, completely shutting you out. 

That incident happened on Monday, it is now Saturday. Something has shifted between the two of you, at least you think it has. 

It is not rare for the two of you to bash heads. It is usually you getting on Seungmin’s nerves and he always cusses you out for it. Except the way he has been doing it since Monday has been…interesting. 

It’s like he knows something about you. About the way you react to the way he raises his voice at you. The way he scoffs a laugh at you when you fail again at a level on the video game the two of you play. Or the way he downright disrespects you.

It’s stressing you out to say the least. When he acts cold and distant to you and then immediately blows up on you for even suggesting that he is acting weird. 

You decided to give him some space during the week to sort out whatever mood swing he was going through.

You are at his house now for ‘Sleepless Saturday’s’. This was a tradition between the two of you and his other two roommates Jeongin and Chris. 

First you all do some gaming, then you all stuff your faces with whatever food you want and now you begin the movie marathon. Luckily for you, it’s your turn to choose what everyone watches this Saturday. 

Due to the fact that Seungmin had been off with you all week, you decided that you were going to torture him with choosing a movie franchise that he particularly doesn’t like. 

It was only fair considering what he had put you through. You have never been so confusingly horny ever in your entire life. 

As the boys come into the room with drinks and snacks you hear a groan from Jeongin and Seungmin. Chris just snickers to himself as he sits down in his designated seat. 

“Right, who here pissed you off?” Jeongin says, looking at you before turning to the other guys.  “You know this only happens when you piss Y/n off! And I know for damn sure it wasn’t me so you better own up or I will make all of you watch the director’s cut of Lord of the Rings next Saturday.”

At that, all of your eyes go wide as you plead with Jeongin. Chris complaining at how he wasn’t the one to blame and Jeongin confirming that it couldn’t possibly have been him. 

All eyes fall to Seungmin who sits there snacking on some popcorn. He looks up to see eyes on him and he throws his hands in the air. 

“What are you looking at me for?” Seungmin groans. 

“If it wasn’t me or him, that only leaves you, genius.” Jeongin says, shaking his head at Seungmin. 

Seungmin’s mouth falls open as he struggles to get words out. He looks from them to you, to which you quickly divert your eyes to the television screen. 

“Dude, come on. Whatever you did to Y/n just apologise.” Chris says. 

You are trying to hide your smile by taking a sip of your drink. You can always trust Jeongin to up the ante. 

“I didn’t do anything!” Seungmin retorts. He keeps trying to catch your eye to have you side with him and convince them that they are just blowing this out of proportion, but you don’t give in so easily. 

“You clearly did if we are all watching the Twilight Saga tonight.”

“Alright guys let’s calm down. The longer we argue the longer it takes for me to see some sexy vampires and werewolves on the screen. Sit down, I’m pressing play.” You say, breaking it up. 

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The start of the second film has begun and you can feel a pair of eyes on you. Subtly, you stretch and turn your head to confirm the suspicions. 

Seungmin stares at you with squinted eyes and you furrow your eyebrows in return. You almost miss it, but he points to the stairs before immediately getting up. 

The other boys don’t pay him any mind as they, though they complained, are entranced by the film. 

“Innie I’m cold, can I borrow a hoodie?” You ask.

“Yeah, just get one from my room.” He never pries his eyes away from the screen. “You know where. Just don’t—”

“Go in the second drawer yeah I know.” You say rolling your eyes and running up the stairs. 

Passing Jeongin’s room, you go straight into Seungmin’s. He sits on the bed with his head in his hands. 

“What?” You ask, folding your arms. He immediately stands up, walking past you to close his door. As he does, you get a whiff of his cologne and it smells delectable. 

You have barely been in close proximity to him the whole day let alone the whole week, afraid that he will just snap at you. 

“What the fuck Y/n?” He says in a hushed tone, careful not to be too loud. 

“What do you mean?”

“Why have you been acting so weird? You’ve been so on edge around me today and then you chose Twilight as the film’s for us to watch. I.N’s right, you only do that when you’re pissed off. Did I do something?” Seungmin says, genuinely worried. 

You fiddle with your fingers, trying to voice your feelings. 

“You’ve been acting so strange since Monday…”

“This again? Jesus Y/n what about Monday?” Seungmin says, now frustrated. 

You scoff and turn around. Trying to open the door to his room. It opens slightly before it gets slammed shut, his hand right by your head. 

“Y/n. You do not walk away from me when I’m trying to have a conversation with you. Especially when I don’t know what I’ve done.” Seungmin says quietly behind you. 

“Seungmin, this couldn't wait until tomorrow?” 

He drops his head and you can feel his breath tickle the back of your neck. 

“You’re killing me Y/n. Using my full name? Please just tell me. Tell me what I did.” He whispers against your ear. 

Your chest rises and falls heavily at the lack of distance between the two of you. You take a deep breath. 

“You were mean to me.”

He turns your body around so that you are facing him, his hands never break contact from holding you, his thumb stroking your arms softly. 

“Was I? What did I say?”

“You said that I was a slut.”

Seungmin stares at you before he breaks out into a smile. He covers his mouth and recomposes himself. 

“No I never. I said that you act like a slut. And was I wrong? No again. But you liked it didn’t you, sweetheart?”

Your mouth falls open. How has he flipped this back on you? 

“Don’t tempt me with your open mouth Y/n. You know I’d love to shut you up in a way I know you would like.” He caresses your cheek with his hand. 

“F-fuck you Seungmin.” You stammer, embarrassed. He just laughs at you, his bottom lip sticking out slightly as he tilts his head at you. 

“No you want me to? I bet you do. Wanna open those legs for me like the filthy little whore you are huh? Want me to fuck you like you crave? Like the needy little cumslut you are?” Seungmin says, his voice now in a low timbre. 

You hope the boys are so entranced that they can’t hear you become a moaning mess for your best friend upstairs. 

It doesn’t help how he’s been calling you his dirty little plaything ever since he shoved his cock down your throat. Then pumped his fingers in and out of you as he sucked, licked and went to town on you with that dangerously long (and skilled) tongue of his. 

Now you find yourself with your legs draped over his shoulders as he shows no mercy with his hips as he thrusts in and out of you at full speed. 

“Yeah, take it slut. You’re not good for anything other than opening up those legs of yours. You just let anyone fuck you like this?” He lands a hard slap to your ass making you moan. “Huh? I asked you a question, you better fucking answer it.” He growls. 

“N-no. Never.” You mewl, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

You hear him laugh at you. The fucker is laughing at you as he takes you to pound town. 

“Never knew my best friend was so needy for cock. Yeah your fingers and your toys with your little fantasies of your crushes don’t do shit. You needed, no, wanted to feel like my own little sex doll didn’t you?” He says chuckling. 

He slows down, putting both of your ankles on his right shoulder as he presses your legs into your chest and grinds down, hitting you so unbelievably deep. That delicious spot inside getting stroked time and time again as he rolls his hips into you. 

The sweat off his forehead drips just below your eye, mixing with the tears that make their descent down the side of your cheek, wetting the side of your head. 

He is enjoying the way you react, the way you clench around him tightly every single time he degrades you. Caught up in the heat of it all, he licks a stripe of your tears, humming at the salty taste. 

Your mouth, open and panting for air, gets intruded by his tongue licking along your own before enclosing his mouth around yours, swallowing your moans. 

This is all so filthy. So vulgar. So good. 

The kiss is wet, sloppy and a mix of both of you breathing into each other’s mouths. He pulls away with your bottom lip between his teeth. He bit so hard he very nearly drew blood. The pain just mixes with the pleasure as you whine at the sensation to which he licks and soothes the bite marks that he’s created. 

He dips his head down, kissing, sucking and blowing cool air on your neck before speaking low in your ear.

“You’re such a dirty hole. My own personal—fuck, tight little hole for me to fill up. Aren’t you? Shit~”

“Min I can’t. Too much.” You say as your hands travel down his back, your nails scraping so hard it breaks the skin. 

“Yes you can. You can take it Y/n, come on. It’s what you were made for. You were made to be used, you can fucking take it.”

“Minnie m’gonna fucking come.” You cry out. 

He shakes his head. 

“No the fuck you’re not you dumb little hole. Ngh, you’re gonna make me come first. I’m first, then you can. Mkay?” Seungmin says, his voice betraying the authoritative demeanour he adopted as it cracks slightly; turning into a desperate whine. 

You try to be good for him, holding the coil that threatens to burst any minute now. 

“Fuck I’m coming. Shit Y/n, I’m coming.” He says, his hands roughly gripping the pillow beside your head as he unloads into you. 

“Please, please, please!” You whine, rocking your hips to chase your own release. 

Knowing you’re about to snap, he moves one of his hands between your thighs, stimulating you at your core whilst trying his hardest to fuck you through your orgasm. 

You swear you’ve never come this hard. Let alone this much. Your legs are uncontrollably shaking. You milk him dry and he makes sure you ride out your high for as long as possible before he collapses half on you, half on the bed. 

You try to catch your breath, but it is proving difficult. 

“Y/n take a deep breath for me sweetheart.” Seungmin says, catching his own breath as he strokes your forehead as places gentle kisses to your eyelids and cheeks. 

You take three deep breaths and are able to regulate your breathing to soft pants now. 

He pulls out of you, moaning at the loss of warmth, but also at the mess that spills out of you. He moves down the bed, cleaning you up. Eagerly lapping up the result of both of your climaxes. 

You don’t think you can take anymore of the overstimulation and you weakly push his head away to which he laughs that sexy laugh of his again. 

“Okay okay, m’sorry you just taste too good.” He crawls back up the bed and lays beside you, holding you in his arms. 

He doesn’t even think he has gone as intense as he did just then and he doesn’t think you have either. 

He makes sure to just hold you, swaying you lightly as he kisses you on the side of your head. He looks at his bedside table saying an internal thanks as he sees his water bottle is full. 

He takes it and holds it to your mouth. 

“Y/n I need you to drink this for me okay. Open your mouth darling. There we go, slowly, not too fast.” Seungmin soothes as he helps you drink. 

Once you’ve had at least a quarter he stops for a bit. Telling you just how good you were for him and that he’s so proud of you. He rubs between your thighs, not even to get you going again, just to soothe the ache. 

“I’m not letting you have sex with anybody like that other than me.” He says and you both laugh. Though he is completely serious. After that you simply cannot even think about any of your celebrity crushes because you just know he has ruined you for them. Even if they were just a fantasy. 

After, and only after you had finished the bottle of water, were you allowed to let him clean you up properly. When you got the strength to get up, you tried to make yourself look like you weren’t just fucked into oblivion as you hobble down the stairs with Seungmin. 

That was your, amongst many, mistake. 

Jeongin and Chris look appalled. You see Chris shaking his head whilst Jeongin jumps up from his seat, actually looking like he could hurt the both of you. 

“What, and I can not stress this enough, the FUCK!” Jeongin yells. 

“No way you were clapping cheeks when we had to sit here and watch two whole Twilight movies. No way.” Chris mumbles to himself. 

“What do you mean?” Seungmin says shrugging and acting confused.  

You think you actually saw the string of sanity that was holding Jeongin together snap as he lunges for Seungmin. Whilst Chris on the other hand shakes his head at you like a disappointed mother. 

Through Seungmin’s screams and Chris’ ‘Mate yous are nasty’, it’s safe to say that you and Seungmin deserve to sit through the director’s cut of Lord of the Rings at least three times to make up for tonight!

jeongin | oral fixation | 3k (3009) words

You stretch, releasing a small yawn from beside Jeongin before placing the knuckle of your finger between your teeth as you concentrate on scrolling through your laptop. 

Jeongin was texting on his phone, humming a simple tune. However, the sound of a wrapper unfolding and being squished up into a ball caught his attention. 

He watches as you place the lollipop between your lips. This is the third one today. 

One of the boys in the group chat sent a video of what they’re currently doing. Jeongin knows that you think all of his friends are attractive. Which he likes to pretend doesn’t bother him, but deep down it makes his right eye twitch a little bit.

Yet being the good friend he is, he turns the phone and shows you, lightly nudging your arm with his elbow. 

You watch as Minho lifts a spoon to his lips, his tongue darting out to catch the contents dripping from the spoon before he puts it in his mouth and moans. 

“How does he make eating soup look so fucking hot.” You say with your lollipop tucked away in the side of your cheek. 

“He doesn’t. He’s just being annoying.” Jeongin says distastefully. 

You lean over him, grabbing the white stick of your sweet treat between your fingers as you press play on the video again. 

Jeongin watches you as you become strangely enraptured by the video. When Minho catches the liquid with his tongue, he sees you watching intently, the lollipop slowly making itself comfortable back in its designated place. 

As the video ends for the third time, you are now quiet as you occupy your mind with something Jeongin knows not. 

The way you so seamlessly move back into your previous state of shopping on your laptop made Jeongin squint his eyes. 

It always did make him wonder why you would always adorn a sweet suckle between your lips. Always a lollipop, a hard candy or just an ice cream. Anything that could keep your mouth busy, you made sure to have. 

But it was only with him you did it. He never questioned it until now, when things started to click into place. 

“Innie are you even listening to me?” You say waving your hand in front of his face. He blinks a couple of times, taking account of the sweet treat in your hand. 

“What?”

“I said what pair of shoes should I get? I have loads of black, barely any white and little to no coloured ones. What are we feeling?” You say turning your laptop to face him. 

He looks at the choices of shoes you have presented in front of him. He never has been good with masking the expressions on his face; this time it shows one of disgust. 

You catch the expression quickly and you groan.

“You hate them all. You know what, forget this. I’m just gonna continue to wear the shoes I already have.” You say placing the lollipop in your mouth and turning the laptop back to your eyes only. 

Curiosity bested Jeongin as he looked at you with questioning eyes. 

“Why do you always have something in your mouth?”

You look at him with a raised eyebrow, taking the lollipop out of your mouth. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, for the past month, every time we hang out, you’re always eating.”

He realised he hadn’t quite worded that correctly as you squint at him. Though before you could press further he held his hands out, quick with an explanation. 

“No, not like that. I mean you always have a sweet or an ice cream. Why?”

You shrug, scrolling through a new clothing website you found. 

“I dunno, soothing I guess.”

“I can’t imagine it’s good for your teeth.” Jeongin says as he grabs the remote to the television. 

“We’re all gonna die anyways, what does it matter if it’s not good for my teeth.” He rolls his eyes at your logic, though he continues to browse through Youtube. 

“Just because we’re all gonna die, doesn't mean you have to speed up the process.”

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head. 

“I don’t think I’m going to die anytime soon from a few cavities Innie.”

He turns to look at you, momentarily peering over at your laptop screen. 

“I don’t know, I just feel like you should find other alternatives. You have good teeth, I’d hate to see them all withered away by the time we’re like forty.”

You turn to him and purposefully crunch down on your lollipop. 

“May I ask what made you decide to hone in on my habits? ‘Cause it seems you care very much for the health of my molars.” You taunt. 

“I…I don’t know. Was just curious I guess, whatever. What do you wanna watch?” 

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Strange. From that day onwards , every single time you would hang out with Jeongin, he would notice that your mouth didn’t occupy a sweet treat. 

Perhaps he had gotten used to seeing your pretty lips moulded around something. Perhaps his mind would replace the sweet treat you were sucking for his dick. 

Gosh, no! He can not be thinking about you that way. Yet…the thought sends blood rushing straight to the core of his being. Not ideal with the warmth that the jacuzzi is providing and the sight of you in your bathing suit no less than a metre away. 

“You didn’t have a lollipop today.” He states as he plays with the bubbles that rise to the surface of the water. 

“I had a dream that I got really bad cavities and my teeth fell out. I’m not joking, it scared me so bad that I vowed to stop eating hard candies.” You exclaim. 

Jeongin bursts out laughing but you look at him with a deadpan face. 

“What was the joke? Because I fear I’m missing out.” You say crossing your arms and raising your eyebrow. 

At this, Jeongin stops laughing and rolls his eyes. 

“Oh come on, how do you expect me not to laugh at that?” He snickers. 

“It was a nightmare! I swear if I lose any teeth, I am going to gnaw on you with my gums until I make you bleed.” You say slinking further down into the jacuzzi. 

You’re brought out of your slump when Jeongin decides to playfully splash water at you. You get him back by splashing water directly in his face. His mouth was open from laughter and now he is choking on the water that he accidentally swallowed. 

He tries not to make a scene, but how could anybody possibly not when they are choking. Clutching the side of the jacuzzi he heaves and coughs. 

He feels the water move beside him and soon a hand patting him on his back quickly follows. 

“Alright tough guy, calm down.” You say patting and rubbing his back in small circles. 

This seemed to have helped him as now he turns back around and submerges himself in the water. But before his head went under, he could hear your giggles. 

Mischievousness graces Jeongin as he decides to grab your ankle under the water making you scream and grab ahold of his hair. 

He winces in pain as you pull him up and immediately start scolding him. 

Something about how if he does it again you will roundhouse kick him in the neck? He isn’t too sure as the water was still pouring out of his ears. 

“What’s got you so cranky as of late? You're having withdrawals from your sweet treats, huh?” Jeongin asks as he sits back down in the jacuzzi next to you. 

“No! Yes… I don’t know, I just feel so restless. Having something to suck just calmed my thoughts as weird as it sounds.” You voice frustratedly. 

Jeongin listens as you unload about how this weird obsession over needing something in your mouth has made it hard for you to focus if you don’t have something occupying your mouth. 

He says a silent prayer of forgiveness for what he is about to do. 

“You can always suck my fingers.” 

You look at him as if he just called you a hideous, vile creature. At least that’s the same look you gave him when he said that you were like ‘if cream cheese was a person.’

“You’re serious aren’t you?” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal. 

“It’s just me. I mean there are other things to suck.” You raise your eyebrow. “I’m joking.” He wasn’t joking. 

“But I can’t just suck your dry finger.”

“It’s not dry, see?” He holds up his hands as water cascades down his arm, “Perfectly wet, as all hands should be. Ignore that last part. I don't know what that meant.”

You chuckle softly at his nervousness. 

“I am not sucking hot tub water off of your finger Innie. Come, follow me.” You say as you get out, grabbing your towel. 

He follows quickly like a duckling following its mother as you lead him to the kitchen. You open it and get out a jar of honey. Turning to Jeongin with what you hold like a trophy, you stand there beaming and he can’t help but to swoon internally at how cute you are. 

“What about the tooth nightmare?” Jeongin quips. 

Your smile falls and you pout. 

Oh how he wants to kiss the pout off of your plump lips. 

“A little honey won’t hurt, like I said, I’m not sucking hot tub water off of your finger.” 

He watches as you dance around the kitchen, grabbing a teaspoon and taking a seat beside him on the island. 

As you scoop the teaspoon into the honey, he hears you mutter something along the lines of ‘I can’t believe I am doing this.’ 

You hold the spoon up to his mouth. 

“Have a little taste first, see if it’s nice.”

He squints playfully at you before his tongue pokes out of his mouth to taste the sweet substance. 

In the corner of his eye, he watches as your eyes bore into his lips. Being a tease, he licks them, just so he can witness that wonderful reaction in which you hitch your breath and then pretend you weren’t staring directly at his mouth. 

“Sweet as ever,” He swipes his index finger across the spoon and holds his finger up and makes a come hither motion. “Come taste for yourself.” 

You place the spoon on the island before leaning forwards to try and capture his finger. 

He moves his hand towards him, making you nearly fall off the stool. He chuckles deeply, his hand going to your thigh to steady you. 

“Come on, I said come and taste for yourself.” He teases. 

You sit back, your eyes momentarily looking at his smirk before it falls back to his finger. The honey glistens in the light, a trail making its descent down his finger as if it’s racing away to save its life. 

You grab his wrist, taking him by surprise, but he tsks at you. 

Ignoring his disapproval at your impatience, you slowly lick the trail of honey that was trying to escape. Your tongue ascends to the tip before your lips enclose around his finger. 

You close your eyes, relishing in the dulcet taste as you suck all of it off. 

The sight of you, his best friend, sat here in your bathing suit: damp, is making his head go berserk. He is trying to fight the violent urge to moan out loud at this sudden turn of events. 

What causes his swimming trunks to tighten is the moan you release around his finger at the taste. You had to have done that on purpose you little tease. 

Once sated, you release his finger with a pop. Looking up at him with a wide smile and a bat of your eyelashes, he swears he’s being hypnotised. 

This act alone has made an indelible impact on the relationship between the two of you. It would be a waste if he didn’t take this opportunity whilst it is still arising. 

And it certainly was an opportunity he would be an idiot to miss. Which is why it explains the way you two are situated on the sofa. Jeongin is sitting upright as your head rests on his thighs. Except your soft lips have moulded around his dick so nicely. 

You are cockwarming him. His suggestion considering he just couldn’t ignore the hard on he got from the way you sucked his finger earlier. 

Every now and then your cheeks would hollow or your tongue would swirl around the head or you would just take it upon yourself to bob your head up and down. 

“Y/n, being coy only gets you so far. You know what you’re doing, moving your tongue like that, shit. I thought you just wanted your mouth full hm?” He brings a hand down and starts to stroke the side of your head. 

You look up at him with those eyes and he can’t take it anymore. Not when you look as good and cute as you do right now. 

His hand that was stroking your head, grabs a fistful of your hair and uses it to tug and pull your head on and off his dick. 

Happily obliging, you start to pump him with your hand, twisting around the length. Your other hand focuses on playing with his balls, making him release a low moan. 

“Know you wanted this, huh baby? Yeah you did. You just wanted to have my fat cock on your tongue. Isn’t that right?” He says as his head lulls back. 

The film becomes a forgotten task as you drool and take him further down your throat. 

He pulls you off of him and you let out a small whine.

“What? Don’t whine. Do you already miss me in your pretty mouth?” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to come down your throat. Be good and let me fuck you right and I’ll let you suck my thumb yeah?” He says panting. 

You nod. 

“Need your words baby.”

“Yes, please fuck me Innie. Please let me have your thumb in my mouth, please.” You beg. 

He smiles and positions you so that you lay on your back. He lowers himself, kissing down the valley of your chest and down your stomach. His lips are soft as he kisses, licks and even sucks the skin down to your core. 

“It would be awfully rude of me to not taste how sweet you are before fucking you. You’d like that wouldn’t you? My mouth, my breath, my tongue.” He purrs. 

As he places open mouthed kisses around your core, you try to shut your legs but he opens them wider. His arms propped in a way where you can’t close them. 

Without warning, his mouth is on you. Wet, sloppy and warm as he devours you in your most sacred place of your body. 

“Just like that, Innie. Your fucking mouth, oh my~” You moan as your hands travel down to his hair, tugging on his roots. 

His tongue dances around your hole before entering it. The sensational feeling makes your back arch off of the sofa. 

He listened to your body, watched how it reacted to certain things he did. What sounds you made when he swirled his tongue. 

It wasn’t long before you came undone on him. That didn’t even seem to be what Jeongin had wanted to do most desperately, but he just had to taste you. 

You take a deep breath as he slips in. He goes slow at first, letting your body accommodate his size before he starts to lose his composure and fuck into you like a wild rabbit. 

Your moans are a symphony of pleasure and he loves nothing more than to listen to the sounds he is causing you to make. 

“Open your mouth pretty.” 

You do as you're told. He places his thumb in his mouth, wetting the pad before smearing some of it on your lips and shoving it into your awaiting mouth. 

You immediately start to suck on his thumb. His fingers rest on the side of your neck as his other hand resides on your hip. 

“You feel so good I don’t know if I can hold out. Look at you sucking my thumb like it’s my cock.” He says, his voice shaking. 

He continues to pump inside of you and you clench around him. He groans out and takes his thumb out your mouth and squeezes your cheeks together. 

“Squeeze me again darling and I’ll come.” Before you can speak, he closes the distance between the two of you and swallows your moans. 

Your tongues are certainly getting to know each other as you suck on it before you clench again making his hips falter and soon enough, filling you up. 

You follow suit not long after, reaching your high as you moan out his name and wrap your arms and legs around him. Trapping him as his arms give way and he falls on top of you. 

His head falls into the space between your head and your shoulder as he places soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. 

The hum of the television playing the movie the two of you paid no attention to plays as you both caught your breath and enjoy the silence between you. 

“You like mouths or something?” Jeongin breaks the silence. 

“Something like that. I like yours. Been dreaming of your lips on me since forever.” You say, your hands stroking down the crease in between his shoulder blades. 

“So fucking hot.” He lifts his head up and places a long, tender kiss to your lips. His hand caresses your side as he smiles down at you. 

“We need to restart the movie, don’t worry, I think I have some ice cream that we can eat.”

Since his suspicions were confirmed, Jeongin is sure to have a lot more fun with you!

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AUGUST IS A FEVER — kim seungmin

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff word count: 12k warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! mild jealousy, mean(ish) dom!seungmin (he's mean in a nice way okay), face fucking, hair pulling (f. rec), thigh riding, overstimulation, dumbification, mild degradation/humiliation, aftercare

summary: seungmin is the picture of self control around you—the perfect gentleman with no interest in you at all. maybe that is why you are so obsessed with seeing how far you can push him before he breaks. OR, hyunjin is convinced that seungmin is into you, and you are determined to prove him wrong.

"Stop looking at him like that," Hyunjin sighs.

"Stop looking at him like what?" You ask innocently.

"Like you want to jump his bones."

"I have no idea what you mean."

"...Two minutes ago you said you wanted to, and I quote, "lick the sweat off of his face.""

"Really?" You ponder. "That doesn't sound like me."

"Yes it does!"

You groan, fanning yourself with your hand. "Whatever! Can you blame me? He just looks so hot!"

The view from where you are sitting on the sidelines is spectacular, glorious even—so much so that you can almost forget the sun beating down on you as you wait for your friends to finish up their game.

"Nope," Hyunjin covers his ears. "I am not going to agree while you objectify my best friend."

"Okay... Well, it's not my fault that your best friend is the sexiest man on the face of the Earth."

You have always thought that Kim Seungmin looks the hottest when playing sports, and it is rewarding to (yet again) find yourself proven correct. Today, he is the main event: with his brow furrowed in singular determination, his hidden competitive nature full on display, his lean body hidden underneath a deceptive white tee and black joggers...

There isn't anything overtly provocative about him today, and yet you still have to stifle the urge to strut onto that field, grab him by the wrist, drag him behind the bleachers, drop to your knees, and suck him dry.

"I'm literally right here!" Hyunjin cries.

On the field, Jisung clumsily passes to Seungmin, who dribbles the ball down the field and swipes a sharp left, kicking the ball straight into the goal past Chan.

A small, self-assured smirked hooks onto the edge of his mouth when he walks back to his position, and you have to fan yourself to stop the heat on your cheeks from spreading down your neck.

"Oh honey," you tut, only momentarily distracted by the glorious view in front of you. "It's okay, I still think you're cute."

"That is so condescending coming from someone who can't confess their feelings to a guy who is obviously into them," Hyunjin scoffs. "And I'm not cute! I'm sexy."

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this," you roll your eyes, gaze still trained on the field. "But Kim Seungmin is not into me."

"Yes he is."

"No... He isn't."

"And who are you to tell me that?" Hyunjin narrows his eyes. "I think I know my best friend well enough to know how he feels, thank you very much!"

You swat at the back of his head.

"Hyunjin, you are literally one of the most oblivious people in the world," you point out. "Forgive me for not taking your word for it."

"Okay, b-but!" Hyunjin splutters. "Not when it comes to this. I'm telling you, Seungmin is so down bad for you, it's actually painful."

"And how do you know that?" You ask, mostly just to humor him.

"Because it's obvious!" He exclaims. "Literally everyone knows. Everyone."

"Mhm," you nod along. "And... Has Seungmin ever told you this?"

Hyunjin pauses for a moment.

"...W-Well—"

You click your tongue. "That's what I thought."

"He doesn't have to say it for me to know," Hyunjin insists.

"Uh, really?" You snort. "Because it sounds to me like you're just pulling things out of your ass."

Across the field, Jisung cheers as Seungmin scores another goal. By now, they have been playing long enough in the heat for rivulets of sweat to carve their way down his face, and the thought comes to mind once again—you would love to lick it off his face. Desperately. Maybe if you begged nicely, he would let you have a taste...

Would he like it if you begged?

"Dude," Hyunjin deadpans. "All he has to do is look at you and he pops a boner. I think that's a pretty good indication that he's into you."

"Really?" You ask, momentarily stupefied by the thought of Seungmin's dick.

"Yes."

"No way," you exclaim a moment later, shaking your head. "Seungmin would never."

"Be attracted to someone? Yeah, I used to think so too..."

"No!" You pout, pinching his arm. "I mean he's such a gentleman. There is no way that is true."

"Yeah," Hyunjin scoffs. "If being a gentleman means jacking off as soon as he gets home from hanging out with you, then sure."

"Don't talk about him like that!" You pull him into a headlock. "Just because you are a nasty little shit doesn't mean that he is, too."

"Oh, god," Hyunjin groans in agony. "Yes, he definitely is."

Your grip on his neck tightens and a choked wheeze passes through his lips. A vindictive smile slips onto your face at the thought of making him suffer for putting strange thoughts about Seungmin into your head, and your grip tightens even more.

It is only when you chance a look up at the game and find Seungmin staring in your direction that your chokehold on Hyunjin slackens. Under the heated weight of his stare, the blush that you spent so long trying to fight off comes back in full force.

"See?" Hyunjin hisses. "I told you he's into you! Oh god, he looks like he's plotting my murder."

"I dunno," you sigh. "I think he looks kind of dreamy."

You drop your arm completely, and Hyunjin wrestles himself free from your grip. Seungmin smiles at you before turning back to the match, and you swoon on the spot.

"Wow," Hyunjin wrinkles his nose in disgust. "In the most offensive way possible, I think you two are meant for each other."

"Aw, you really think so?" You beam.

"Unfortunately..."

You frown. "Well... If Seungmin is so into me, why hasn't he made a move yet?"

"Because you're a psychopath?" Hyunjin guesses.

"Hwang Hyunjin, keep it up and I'm going to be the one murdering you," you threaten.

"Okay, okay!" He holds his hands up in surrender. "I dunno. Maybe he's just a pussy?"

"He's twice the man you are," you sniff.

"You're only saying that because you want his dick in your mouth," Hyunjin notes drily.

"No I'm not!" You protest. "...Well, that's not the only reason."

Jeongin runs past you, the ball between his feet as a mischievous cackle escapes his lips, and the slight tailwind he provides only grants you a moderate amount of solace from the heat beating down.

"Believe me, don't believe me..." Hyunjin trails off. "I don't really care."

"Rude," you pout. Jeongin misses the goal, and Seungmin runs a frustrated hand through his hair as he turns to face him.

"All I'm saying is that there is a foolproof way to figure out whether or not Seungmin actually wants to fuck your brains out."

"And that is...?"

"He rolls his eyes. "Duh. Just seduce him."

"I'm not going to do that!" You hiss. "He's going to think I'm a gross little gremlin that's trying to get into his pants and then he's going to reject me!"

"But you are a gross little gremlin trying to get into his pants."

"Not true! I like Seungmin for more than just his body, thank you very much."

"Okay..." Hyunjin says. "Well, as I've already said, he's definitely not going to reject you."

"You don't know that." You glare at him. "When was the last time you saw him accept anybody's advances?"

"Literally never because, again, he's into you!" Hyunjin exclaims.

"As if."

"Whatever!" He throws his hands up in the air, his face growing redder by the second. "You know what, do whatever you want. I don't care. I tried!"

Hyunjin pushes himself up from the ground, dusting his pants off in a tight and jerky motions.

"Wait," you begin. "Hyunjin!"

He doesn't spare you a glance as he stomps off towards where the rest of your friends seem to—finally—be wrapping up their game.

"Where are you going? Hyunjin? Come back!"

A nice cold shower is exactly what you need after a morning of watching a sweaty Seungmin in his element.

Which is why the moment that you and the guys make it back to Seungmin and Hyunjin's apartment, you waste no time in claiming Hyunjin's bathroom for yourself.

He refuses to speak to you the entire way back, and you decide to take your revenge by making a break for his bathroom. Maybe it's mean, because you know he's had to pee for the past twenty minutes, but you find a little bit too much joy in seeing him suffer to actually care.

You are grateful to find your shampoo is still in the same spot you left it last week when you stayed over. Hyunjin might be your best friend, but you wouldn't put it past him to use it all up—that was the fate of your facial cleanser last time you left it at his place.

The steady stream of water pelting your back is soothing as you wash yourself, and the lukewarm water does wonders for your horniness.

"Hurry the fuck up," Hyunjin whines, bursting through the door without a second thought. His irritating voice only helps quash your horniness further.

The shower curtain is solid enough that you can only make out his vague outline through it, but you don't have to wonder what he is doing in here for long—the sound of him peeing is undeniable, and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

"You're so annoying," you shout at him.

"Whatever," Hyunjin gripes, washing his hands. "I'm hungry, so like... Hurry the fuck up."

"Yeah, yeah," you dismiss. He lets out a huff, then exists without saying another word.

Your shower lasts a little longer than usual—mostly because you know that it will piss Hyunjin off. By the time you are finished, only five stray thoughts about jumping Seungmin's bones have passed through your head, which you consider an accomplishment.

A warm blanket of contentment settles over you as you towel yourself dry. It is only after a few moments without the stream of the shower dulling your senses that you get the odd feeling that something is off.

It takes another moment for you to realize that the apartment is awfully quiet. The faint buzz of the TV streams in through the walls, but other than that... Nothing.

For a moment, you wonder if your friends have finally learned how to act like normal people and actually use their inside voices—but then you remember that Minho and Changbin couldn't shut up even if they wanted to. Which means that either someone has finally snapped and forcibly gagged them, or... They aren't here.

The urge to go investigate is so overwhelming that you decide to skip blowdrying your hair altogether (scandalous, you know), but when you reach for your clothes, you realize they are not where you left them.

In fact, a quick survey of the bathroom reveals that they are nowhere to be found at all.

"What the...?" You gnaw on your lip.

Then it clicks. You knew Hyunjin had been too quiet earlier when leaving the bathroom. He must have taken your clothes...

Which normally wouldn't have been that big of a predicament, considering that you have no shame when it comes to stealing his clothes, except for the little fact that his bedroom is on the opposite side of the apartment.

Great.

You pinch the bridge of your nose before wrapping your towel around yourself resolutely and opening the bathroom door.

"Hyunjin?" You call, only peeking your head out.

In the living room, you hear the distinctive sound of footsteps, but your best friend remains silent.

"Hello?" You try again, but still, silence is the only thing that greets you.

You narrow your eyes, irritation welling up inside of you.

"Hyunjin," you squeeze out through gritted teeth, pushing the bathroom door all the way open. "I'm actually going to kill you. Where did you put my clothes?"

Despite the anger in your tone, he still has the audacity to ignore you. Unsurprisingly, you quickly reach the end of your fuse.

"You're so—" You seethe, storming into the living room.

And then, you promptly come to a screeching halt.

"Oh!" You squeak out, a rush of embarrassment striking you in the chest. "You're not Hyunjin."

"No," Seungmin says mildly. "I'm not."

He is sitting alone on the couch, his hair damp, and you are not too surprised to notice how sexy he looks like this—domestic and relaxed. The black joggers from earlier have been replaced by sinful gray sweats, and you only have a moment to lament how unfair that is before you remember that you are standing basically naked in front of him.

To his credit, Seungmin doesn't seem fazed. In fact, his eyes remain focused on your face, his gaze cool and collected as you flounder for the right words.

You are half-satisfied, half-disappointed by his reaction (or lack thereof) because on one hand, it means that Hyunjin was wrong and Seungmin is decidedly not into you at all... But on the other hand, it means that Seungmin is not into you at all.

"Ahem," you clear your throat. "D'you know where he is?"

"Him and the guys went to get food," Seungmin tells you.

"Bitch," you mutter bitterly.

Seungmin raises a brow at you, and your eyes widen.

"Not you!" You clarify. "I'm talking about Hyunjin. I mean, he's a little bitch who took my clothes while I was showering and then went off to get food without me."

You pause, not noticing the amused look on Seungmin's face.

"Wait," you pause. "Why didn't you go with them?"

He shrugs. "Thought it was kind of a dick move to leave you here all alone."

You perk up. "Aw, thanks!"

"Although," Seungmin points out, "it was also kind of a dick move to eat his last yogurt, so I guess you guys are even."

You gasp. "Seungmin, I thought you weren't going to tell him!"

His mouth turns up in a lopsided smirk. "I never said that."

Your mind flashes back to last week when Seungmin caught you sneaking the last yogurt cup, and you frown. Technically, you realize he's right—but you had shared the yogurt cup with you, so you thought you were partners in crime.

Although, it was kind of sexy how ruthless he is...

"You're evil," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. Then, you remember you are clad in only a tiny little towel, and your promptly uncross your arms.

He cocks a brow. "Would an evil person offer to lend you clothes in a time of need?"

The thought of his clothes, on you, is enough to make your brain short circuit.

"Really?" You exclaim, your voice pitching an octave higher.

He pushes himself off the couch with a nod.

"Kim Seungmin, you are an angel," you gush. "I could kiss you right now."

You trail after him towards his room, not noticing how your words make him freeze.

"Or, like," you blabber on. "buy you ten bags of Hot Cheetos!"

"Only ten?" He teases.

"Eleven." You bargain, and he tilts his head as if he is considering the offer.

It is right as you are considering just how puppy-like he looks that he hands you a stack of clothes.

"You can change in here," Seungmin says, and then like the gentleman he is, he walks out the door and closes it behind you.

It's strangely humbling to be in this position—in his room, with only a towel wrapped around you, as he walks out and leaves you alone without so much as a spare glance.

It's equally humbling just how hot his indifference is. Instead of making you want to back off, Seungmin's reaction only makes you want to see just how far you can push him...

To distract yourself from your horny thoughts, you unfold the clothes he has given you and take the opportunity to look around his room.

Despite how long you've been friends with Hyunjin—despite how much time you've spent in this apartment over the past two years, this is the first time you are seeing the inside of Seungmin's bedroom.

Somehow, it looks exactly how you imagined it would. Clean gray linen sheets line his simple bed, which takes up most of the center of the room. Two bookshelves stand flush against the wall, stacked with a plethora of books. His desk is a picture of perfection—white and spotless and so Seungmin, much like the rest of the room.

In a word, it is pristine. Clean. Polished. The mirror of absolute control.

You can't help but wonder if he is this controlled in every aspect of his life. If he was under you, would he still exhibit that perfect restraint? Or would you be enough for him to snap?

The thought is so electrifying that you dress in a record time, slipping out of his room before you have the chance to do something you might regret.

Even the clothes, you notice, are so him. The navy blue shirt is simple yet perfectly pressed, as if he has just bought it, and the gray sweatpants he has given you are the carbon copy of the ones he had been wearing earlier today.

"Thanks again for the clothes," you say as you walk back into the living room.

Seungmin is sitting on the couch exactly where he had been when you first came out of the bathroom.

When he looks up at you this time, however, his gaze seems to linger on you. Under his scrutiny, a flush of heat creeps up your spine and your mind blanks.

If you were a little bit more lucid, you would have registered how absolutely insane it is that one single look from him is enough to turn you on. Instead, all you can focus on is how enticing his calculating stare is.

"Your shirt is on backwards," he says then, and you flush once more—this time in embarrassment.

"What—" You begin, looking down in panic. "Oh. Haha, really funny Kim Seungmin."

Your shirt is, in fact, not on backwards. The smirk stretched across his face when you look back up tells you that Seungmin definitely knew that.

You can't find it in yourself to be annoyed at him when he looks so good, so instead of yelling at him the way you would have it if it had been anyone else (ahem, Hwang Hyunjin), you opt to take a seat next to him instead.

For your own mental sanity, you maintain at least a few inches of distance between you, even as you pull your legs onto the cushions and burrow your way deeper into the sofa.

"Do you want to watch something?" Seungmin asks.

"Sure," you nod. "Anything good on?"

You don't actually care what you watch—he could put on anything for all you cared. Knowing you, you were going to spend the entire time trying not to focus on him anyways.

He says something about some new reality show and you agree immediately. Before you know it, the two of you are three episodes deep and somehow, equally invested in the messy relationships.

It's right as the tension of the episode reaches the peak that the lock of the front door turns.

"Hey guys!" Changbin strolls in, a grin on his face and a takeout bag in his hands.

Seungmin barely nods in acknowledgement. You, on the other hand, leap up from the couch immediately when Hyunjin and his stupid face come into view.

"You."

"Yes?" He responds, unaffected by the way you are glaring at him.

"I'm going to kill you," your murderous gaze narrows.

"Hey now," Jisung interrupts, popping up from behind Hyunjin. "That's not very nice—"

"Nobody asked you," you turn your glare on him, effectively shutting him up.

Changbin plops down on the couch next to Seungmin, offering the takeout bag to him. Jisung, afraid of your rampage, scurries after him, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the kitchen.

"Where the fuck did you put my clothes, asshole?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugs at you.

In the background, the hum of the TV is loud enough to drown out Changbin's voice.

"Really?"

Hyunjin raises a brow at you, giving you a once over. "Well, you seem to have found clothes somewhere. I don't see what the big deal is."

You gasp.

"Hwang Hyunjin, did you do this on purpose?"

"...I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yes," you say, noticing the red tinge to his ears. "You do!"

"Okay, fine!" He bursts. "You and Seungmin have been so irritating, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. Sue me!"

You are silent for a moment.

"And how exactly does stealing my fucking clothes equate to taking matters into your own hands?"

"Oh, I don't know," he says sarcastically. "How does leaving you, naked, alone with Seungmin factor into my plan to make you seduce him?"

You gape at Hyunjin.

"Literally what the fuck goes on inside your head?"

He glares at you. "I can't believe I set up the perfect scenario for you guys and you still managed to fumble the bag! What do I have to do, fuck Seungmin for you too?"

"Not fair," you pout. "At least let me fuck him first."

"What—?" Hyunjin chokes. "That's like, exactly what I'm trying to make you do!"

You roll your eyes. "Okay, yeah, but again, Seungmin is not into me."

"I don't understand," Hyunjin complains. "Nothing happened when we were gone? Like, for real?"

You think about how Seungmin didn't even spare you a second glance when you came out in nothing but a towel, how he barely even looked at you when he led you into his room.

"No," you roll your eyes. "Because, guess what? He's not into me!"

"But—"

"Which," you continue. "By the way, brings me back to my first point. Where the fuck did you put my clothes?"

"They're in the bathroom cupboard," he sighs finally.

You stare. "I literally could kill you right now."

"I don't understand, though..." He mutters to himself, still confused even when you turn to head back into the living room.

When you look up, you find that Seungmin's gaze is focused on you and Hyunjin, staring intently even as Changbin continues to talk to him.

And you swear—when his eyes meet yours and hold your gaze without flinching, your heart skips a little.

Only a little.

The next time you see Seungmin is a week later when Hyunjin tells you that clubbing is on the agenda for the night.

Enough time has passed that you are (mostly) no longer pissed at him for stealing your clothes and ditching you to get food, and so you agree without a second thought.

After all, any situation in which Kim Seungmin and alcohol are involved sounds like the situation for you.

When you arrive, you are greeted with a shot at the door (courtesy of Changbin) and a sloppy kiss to the forehead (courtesy of Jisung.) It is only the pregame and yet both of them are absolutely sloshed. The strobe lights have been pulled out of the closet and the music playing inside is so loud you could hear it down the hall when you were coming up.

"Oh, thank god," are the first words Hyunjin says to you when he finds you in the kitchen.

"Nice to see you too."

"Shut up," he waves you off. "That dress is, like, the only thing you've done right recently."

Your fingers automatically go to the hem of your short black dress. When you picked it out of your closet, you did think it was particularly cute, but something about the way he says that makes you worried.

"...What do you mean?"

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Black is Seungmin's favorite color. Maybe he'll finally get the hint tonight."

You stare at him.

"I'm so glad to have a friend like you."

"Thank you!" Hyunjin exclaims.

"If I ever feel delusional," you continue, patting him on the cheek. "All I have to do is look at you and then I remember there are people much worse off."

He gasps. "I'm not delusional!"

You reach out and grab Felix's arm right as he is passing by.

"Felix," you ask, "do you think Hyunjin is delusional?"

He looks at you, then Hyunjin, then back to you.

"Oh, most definitely."

"Traitor!" Hyunjin screeches as you let go of Felix and he walks away."

"Anyways," you roll your eyes. "What does one have to do to get a drink around here?"

"Did you say drink?"

As if summoned by your words, Seungmin appears behind you, holding a red solo cup in his hands. He offers it to you without a word, and both your heart and your pussy throb at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.

The visceral effect of his presence is only exacerbated by how fucking hot he looks—simple jeans and black t-shirt are somehow already a deadly combo on him, but today his hair is up and the unfiltered view of his forehead has your thighs clenching.

"Thanks," you say breathlessly.

Hyunjin looks at you in half-awe, half-disgust, as if he knows how such a simple action has you all hot and bothered. You take a deep breath in an attempt to steady yourself, but when you look down at the cup and see the pink liquid inside, you swear, you swoon.

Of course Seungmin had to be sexy and sweet by remembering your favorite drink.

"No problem," Seungmin responds. "Couldn't leave you without a drink if you plan on spending the night around Hyunjin."

"Good call," you nod seriously.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hyunjin pouts.

Seungmin shrugs his shoulders right as you say, "that you're fucking annoying."

"You guys always gang up on me," he sniffs. "You know what, I'm going to go somewhere where I'm actually appreciated."

He turns over his shoulder dramatically, glaring at the two of you as he goes, but the sly wink he throws at you right before storming off tells you all that you need to know.

"Glad to see that you haven't lost any more clothes recently," Seungmin says, his eyes trained on your black dress as he says it.

He leans against the counter behind him, a lazy smirk stretching across his lips. He looks so good right now that its hard to think—would he look this composed, this assured, while fucking you? Or maybe—

You take a quick sip of your drink to distract yourself.

"Who says I haven't?" You say over the rim of your cup after you swallow.

"Oh?"

You shrug even as our heart beats a mile a minute.

"I don't kiss and tell," you say.

For a moment, Seungmin doesn't do anything except watch you, his gaze piercing from under his eyelashes. The attention alone is enough to send tingles down your spine.

And then, he smiles.

"We'll see about that," he says.

You choke on your drink. "W-What?!"

Seungmin raises a brow. "I just meant that if you've lost any more clothing around here, I'm sure it will show up eventually."

Your face flushes.

"C'mon, losers!" Jisung hollers from the living room, saving you from having to come up with a response to that.

"The Uber's coming in five, we're doing shots before it gets here!"

You groan, the cup in your hands still heavy. "But I already—"

"Chug it!"

You pinch the bridge of your nose, pausing for a moment, but nonetheless do what he says. The sound of Seungmin's laughter accompanies the sharp sting of alcohol in your throat as it burns your throat.

Needless to say that by the time your group actually makes it down to the Uber, the liquor coursing through your veins has started to take effect.

That is probably why you don't notice the current dilemma facing you and your friends until it is too late.

"There's only four seats," you vaguely hear Hyunjin say.

"Someone's gonna have to sit on someone's lap," Changbin agrees.

Jisung, far more drunk than you, wiggles his eyebrows.

"All you had to do was ask," he grins, even as Changbin shove shim away.

The night is dark and cold, but you hardly feel it as you stare cluelessly out onto the lamplit street.

"What about the other Uber?" You ask, thinking about where Chan and the rest of your friends had disappeared to.

"Already left," Seungmin says.

A sneaky smile flashes across Jisung's face.

"Well ,you guys have fun figuring this out," he says gleefully as he climbs into the passenger seat before anyone can stop him.

Changbin sighs. "Well, I guess there's no choice. Hyunjin can sit on my lap."

Hyunjin scoffs, his face twisting as he opens the door to the backseat and shoves Changbin in. "As if!"

Changbin grumbles as he goes, but eventually concedes. Hyunjin follows suit, taking the middle seat.

Which leaves you and Seungmin as the only ones outside the car.

You reach for the door, about to climb in after Hyunjin, when it hits you—you, Seungmin, and only one available seat.

Fuck.

"Uhhh—" You begin, your eyes wide. "I—I can just—"

"You can sit on my lap," Seungmin interrupts.

Your jaw drops. "What?!"

"Unless you want me to sit on your lap?"

The look he gives you is half-teasing, half-reassuring. You bite your lip, considering your options. It isn't fair how he makes such a difficult choice sound so easy.

Eventually, though, you have no choice but to agree. Still, even when he gets into the car, you hesitate.

"Hurry up!" Hyunjin gripes from inside.

"Fine..." You mutter.

Your face blazes as you carefully climb in, barely breathing as you take a seat on the edge of Seungmin's lap.

The heat of his body sends you into overdrive and you barely notice when he pulls the door closed behind you. Blood thrums through your ears, loud enough to drown out the soft melody of whatever song is playing.

"A-Are you sure this is okay?" You crane your neck to look at him.

Seungmin huffs out a laugh.

"Yes. You can sit comfortably, I won't bite."

Even if he did, that wouldn't be a problem for you. Then again, nothing he could do would be a problem for you...

The car eases into drive and you scoot back a little in an effort to relax. You are still gingerly perched on the edge of his lap, however, no matter how hard you try.

Eventually, Seungmin just sighs and wraps his arm around your abdomen, pulling you so that your back is flush with his chest.

"Better, right?" His breath tickles your neck, and you swear, your heart stops beating.

"What's wrong?" He asks innocently, as if he has notices the visceral reaction.

"N-Nothing!" You squeak.

To your right, Hyunjin and Changbin have started bickering. In the front, Jisung has struck up a conversation with the driver about God knows what.

Even though you are surrounded by your friends, it feels as if you are caught in a bubble, just you and Seungmin. It is strangely intimate, and the thought only sends a food of heat through your core.

The drive is ten minutes at most, and yet it feels like a lifetime—both excruciating and delicious as you squirm on Seungmin's lap.

The issue isn't that you aren't enjoying this. On the contrary, the issue is that you are probably enjoying this a bit too much. All you want to do is turn around kiss Seungmin senseless, to beg him to have his way with you. But—despite how much Hyunjin might claim it to be true—there is no way that Seungmin is into you like that.

Even now, the arm wrapped around your waist remains respectful, barely touching you. He doesn't seem flustered the slightest by your proximity... Not the way you do.

The alcohol running through your veins does nothing to help your overthinking or your horniness. It is a weight off your shoulders (and Seungmin's lap) when you finally arrive at the club.

"Woah—" Seungmin starts when you almost fall onto the pavement in your haste to get off of his lap. "Are you okay?"

"Yup!" Your face is ablaze once more, this time with embarrassment.

It is only by sheer luck that the other guys arrived earlier than you and are almost at the front of the line to get into the club. You almost cry when you see Chan—because it means less time waiting outside in the cold, and it means more distance between you and Seungmin before you accidentally do something bad, like try to jump his bones.

"Shot?" You ask Chan when you finally make it through the doors.

"Uh..." He looks around, but the rest of the guys have already branched off through the strobe-lit club, leaving the two of you alone.

"Yeah, sure."

"Great!" You grin, wrapping your hand around his wrist and dragging him towards the bar.

The bass of some awful EDM song thrums straight through your chest, practically shaking the walls as Chan orders from the bartender. You are too busy looking around to pay attention to what he asks for—you have never been to this club before, and everything is new.

The walls are a melting mural of neon colors, a balcony overlooks the dance floor a few feet away, and there is even a clear slide that snakes through the club.

On the opposite side of the room, across a sea of people, you spot Seungmin and Hyunjin. They are on the outskirts of the crowd, drinks already in their hands, and your heart leaps into your throat.

Even from so far away, Seungmin looks good. Great, even. Yummy might be the right word to describe it, actually...

"So..." Chan interrupts you from your daydreams, handing you a cup.

Your eyes light up and you down the shot in one go. The burn is barely there, masked by the smooth, buttery taste of butterscotch.

"You and Seungmin, huh?"

"What?"

Chan frowns. "Isn't there something going on there?"

"Uh..." You narrow your eyes. "Did Hyunjin say something to you?"

"No? You both just spend so much time staring at each other, so I assumed..."

"Stoooop," you pout. "Don't say things like that. You're going to get my hopes up."

"Say things like what?" Chan asks cluelessly.

You are half-tempted to order another drink, but the edges of your vision have already begun to blur, and you know it probably isn't the best idea.

"Chan," you sigh. "I'm already delusional enough. Why does everyone keep trying to convince me that Seungmin is into me?"

"...Because he is?"

To his credit, Chan doesn't sound half as annoying as Hyunjin when he says it.

"Stop it," you frown.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he says immediately. "We can, um, like, dance or something?"

You nod. "Yup. Dancing! I love dancing."

In truth, you don't care much about dancing, but this is a club and you are just drunk enough that your limbs feel weightless, and you have the strange feeling that you might be able to float if you tried hard enough.

Chan is skeptical as he follows you onto the dance floor, but he remains silent nonetheless. The heat of the crowd is electrifying, and coupled with the drunken haze you have slipped in, you feel invincible.

You roll your hips in time with the music, laughing carelessly as people jostle you from all sides. Chan looks worried as you grab his hand.

"C'mon, let loose a little!"

"I don't—" He begins, but the rest of his words are drowned out when the music picks up, blasting even louder through the speakers.

And yet, even as you try your hardest to stop thinking about Seungmin, he remains at the forefront of your mind. Despite your best efforts, you find your gaze drawn towards his corner of the club.

Only—this time when you look at him, you find Seungmin staring back. His dark gaze is piercing even at such a distance and your breath catches in your throat. Even when he realizes you are looking, too, he doesn't look away.

Slowly, he takes a sip of his drink. When he pulls the cup away, the edge of his lips are curved up. you aren't sure why, but such a simple action sends a thrill down your spine.

Your eyes remain on Seungmin as you continue to dance, distracted by the promising look in his eyes. They remain on Seungmin even when someone approaches you, a flirty smile on his face.

"Hey," the guy grins.

"Hi," you say, dragging your gaze away from Seungmin after a long moment.

The guy in front of you is tall and—if you weren't so deeply obsessed with another man (Kim Seungmin)—you would probably think he was cute, too.

"D'you want to dance?" He asks.

"Already am," you giggle.

"I know," he says bashfully. "Just thought it might be more fun if you were doing it with me."

You shrug, a wide smile still across your face. He takes a step closer to you, close enough that you can see the light smattering of freckles across his nose. Emboldened, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. Any distraction from Seungmin is a welcome distraction, and, well, at least this one seems fun.

The guy takes the opportunity to place his hands on your hip, just low enough to be flirty but not low enough to be indecent.

The crowd surges and he stumbles forward, his lithe body pressing against yours.

"So," he asks in your ear. "D'you come here often?"

You laugh, and he has the decency to look embarrassed.

"Not like that! Just—I haven't seen you here before, is all."

"It's my first time."

The music changes tempo, slowing down to a sultry electro-beat.

"Well, I'm glad you came out tonight," he says. "What's your name?"

"Hmm..."

Instead of answering, you unwrap your arms and take his hands into yours, turning around so that you don't have to look at his face. You then take his hands and place them back on your hips.

"Thought you wanted to dance, not talk," you tease.

"Touché," he leans in. His breath is warm as it ghosts your neck, and the familiar sensation brings you back to the car earlier. Thoughts of Seungmin, and his lap, and you on his lap, and him under you, blossom in your mind. Your chest grows uncomfortably warm and against your will, your eyes trail to where he had been standing before.

Your heart stutters when you find him still watching you.

His expression is blank, a puzzling inscrutable look that sends your mind spiraling, and yet his eyes remain on you.

You are astutely aware of the distance between the two of you, even as the blood thrumming through your ears dulls your senses. The only thing you are aware of is his stony gaze. You hardly even notice when the guy behind you asks if something is wrong.

"Sorry..." you say distractedly. "I think I'm, um, going to go to the bathroom..."

"Oh, yeah, of course—"

You don't wait for an answer before disappearing into the crowd. It baffles you how you can feel Seungmin's gaze follow you even now.

Your horny thoughts and confused feelings swim through your head, a nasty cocktail of anxiety that is amplified by the alcohol. A bathroom break is exactly what you need—oh, how you wish tonight was a girl's night instead. They would know what to do in this situation, but alas, your only point of reference is Hyunjin...

Yeah, you would rather fend for yourself at that point.

The corridor leading to the bathroom snakes around the back of the club and is considerably more quiet than out in the main room. The muffled bass matches the padding of your footsteps as you continue down the hall.

You stumble slightly when you turn the corner, bumping into a firm, warm body.

"Oh—" You let out when large hands reach out to steady you.

"Sorry about..." the words die on your lips when you look up to find Seungmin staring down at you.

The same expressionless look is still on his face, but up close, you can see his eyes more clearly—how dark they are, piercing, but something more too.

"Y/N," the curve of your name on his lips sends a shock through your system.

"Seungmin," you breathe.

"You okay?" He asks gently.

"Hmm?"

"That guy," he clarifies. "Was he bothering you?"

Seungmin's face remains impassive as he asks, but the way he chews on his bottom lip catches your attention. It seems almost as if he is on edge about something... But what?

"Who?" you ask, momentarily stunned. "Oh! No, he wasn't bothering me."

Seungmin nods once, releasing his lip from where it was snagged between his teeth. Almost imperceptibly, his shoulders relax.

"Okay, that's good."

"Seungmin..." You narrow your eyes. "Were you worried about me?"

His lips purse into a thin line. A moment elapses where he remains silent, and an elated gasp bursts from your lips.

"Oh my god, you were!"

"Didn't know it's surprising that I care about the safety of one of my friends..."

"Nooo, it's sweet that you care!" You coo. "But we were just dancing!"

"I wouldn't call that just dancing," Seungmin mutters.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You pout.

He just shrugs, not responding.

If you didn't know better, you would say that Seungmin is jealous. But of what? Your head spins and all you can think is how good he looks like this—mildly annoyed, dressed to impress, towering over you. And his hands are still on your waist, which really isn't helping your current situation.

"Seungmin..." You begin. "This is going to sound really crazy, but I have a question for you."

"Everything you say sounds crazy."

"...I'm going to ignore that."

He bites back a smile.

"Do you..." You hesitate. "Are you—or, well, would you say that you—y'know, are interested in me?"

"What?"

"It's just that Hyunjin has been telling me for ages that you like me," you blabber. "At least, that you like me the way that I like you, but that's not possible right? I'm probably just making things up in my head—"

"I do," Seungmin interrupts.

"See, that's what I—wait, what?"

"I do like you," he says.

Your jaw drops. "Like... as a friend?"

"As more."

He says it so casually you think you have misheard him.

"B-But—you've never shown any interest in me!"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes I have. It's not my fault you're so oblivious."

"No I'm not."

"You were eye-fucking me from across the room all night and I was reciprocating," Seungmin says.

"Don't be mean!" You squeal.

His eyes are bright as he takes a step towards you.

"You love it," he murmurs.

Your face warms and you take a step back, the feeling of the cool wall behind you soothing the heat flowing through your body.

"You're... you're not joking with me, are you?"

"I've been dropping hints for literally months," he laughs.

"Seungmin..." You breath. "Can I ask you another question?"

He raises a brow.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I don't know," he teases, his eyes flickering down to your lips. "Can you?"

"You're so annoying," you gripe, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Now who's not being nice?"

He leans down, his breath fanning over your face. Your heart thrums loudly in your chest, and in the background the music from the dance floor changes again right as you lean up and press your lips against Seungmin's.

The kiss is wet and hot as you move your mouth against his, savoring the feel of his plush lips under yours. He tastes of vodka and mint, a strange combination that has you pressing further into him. You lick a strip against the seam of his lips in hopes of deepening the kiss, but Seungmin teases you, pulling back so that your lips are barely touching.

A breathy whine escapes you as you chase his lips. His hands on your hips tighten, holding you in place.

"Min," you pout, your mouth only centimeters from his.

"So needy," he says.

You nod your head eagerly, and Seungmin seems satisfied by your easy admission.

His teeth snag on your bottom lip as he kisses you again, sucking against it in way that feels so delicious you can't stop the moan that bubbles up inside you. Your mouth parts slightly and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, moving so perfectly against yours that your legs shake.

Seungmin's grip on you is the only thing keeping you upright as he crowds you against the wall, kissing you methodically in a way that has you thinking he has perfected the art of kissing. His hips rut slightly against you, the outline of his hard length pressing deliciously against your stomach.

His mouth works its way from your mouth down the column of your neck, and you pant as he licks and bites at your skin. Your legs rub together, your underwear uncomfortably wet.

"Hey, there you are, I've been—" a voice interrupts. Seungmin's mouth pulls away from your skin.

You open your half-lidded eyes just in time to see Chan rounding the corner. He freezes in his path when he sees the way the two of you are wrapped around each other, his face paling.

"Um..." you begin.

"I didn't see anything," Chan says, lifting his hand to shield his eyes. "I didn't see anything!"

"We were just making out," Seungmin rolls his eyes, his grip bruising on your hips. "No need to be so dramatic."

"Well," Chan clears his throat. "Um, carry on. I'm—leaving."

"Yes, please do."

"Seungmin!" You hiss.

He just shrugs, not even bothering to look ashamed. He remains pressed against you even after Chan practically sprints down the hall, taking a moment to look at you while considering what to do next.

When he finally pulls away, though, Seungmin looks as composed as ever. The only indication that he had been seconds away from making you come untouched a few feet away from the club bathroom are his swollen lips and his blown out pupils. It sends a shot of arousal through your core when he grabs your hand and says simply, “let’s go.”

“What?” You ask, the haze of lust over you clouding your senses.

He raises a brow. “Are you into exhibitionism?”

“…No?” You respond, confused.

“Then let’s go,” he tugs. “Because I’m five seconds away fucking you right here for everyone to see.”

“Oh,” you breath, your thighs clenching.

“Unless you don’t want that,” he says, completely serious. 

“N-No,” you shake your head. “I want it!”

His mouth lifts in a wicked smirk. “Desperate, are we?”

You hardly notice as he leads you away from the bathroom and out of the club, nor when he orders the Uber back. Your mind is too clouded by the thoughts of Seungmin fucking you and, more pressingly, the way his thumb rubs soothingly over the back of your hand as the two of you wait outside.

It has your heart swelling and makes you want to get down on your knees and show how much you appreciate him. Instead, you decide to exercise self control and instead stare longingly at him with a pout on your face.

“What’s wrong?” Seungmin asks.

“Nothing,” you mumble.

“Really?”

You nod, the cool night breeze nipping at your arms.

“I don’t believe you,” he tells you.

Seungmin’s eyes are dark as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“How can I give you what you want if you don’t ask for it, baby?”

Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes are wide when he pulls away, an innocent smile on his face.

“Maybe if you beg, I’ll give it to you. Maybe.”

You are saved from responding by the car that pulls up to the curb. Seungmin, like the perfect gentleman, opens the door for you and lets you slide into the car first. Dumbstruck by his words, you stare blankly at him, before finally noticing that the Uber is here.

The entire drive back, Seungmin doesn’t touch you once. He barely even looks at you, in fact. Your underwear is drenched, you can see the outline of his dick through his pants, and yet he pretends like the two of you are nothing more than friends, even as you squirm impatiently next to him.

It’s humiliating how much his indifference turns you on. Seungmin is already edging you, and he hasn’t even laid a hand on you.

Even as you ride the elevator up to his apartment, he remains two feet away from you. The silence is suffocating and heady at the same time. 

Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest as Seungmin opens the apartment door. He is unhurried, languid even as he slides his shoes off of his feet and places his keys on the counter.

The thrill of knowing he is most definitely going to fuck you senseless tonight, even as he does something as mundane as washing his hands, is almost too much for you to handle. Almost. You feel on the precipice of bursting, of falling to your knees and begging for him.

“Do you want something to drink?” Seungmin asks as you perch on one of the barstools.

You shake your head and then watch as he pours you a glass of water and hands it to you anyways.

His eyes watch you expectantly and you drink it without a word. The water is refreshing after the club, and you find yourself feeling much more sober after the drive back.

“So,” he says, still standing on the opposite side of the counter as you. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“Apologize…?” You ask, confused.

“For being such an attention whore earlier.”

Your lips part in astonishment, and yet you can’t help the rush of heat that floods your core.

“I-I wasn’t—”

He raises a brow, and you fall silent immediately. 

“I guess you just can’t help it,” Seungmin says. 

He steps out from behind the counter, holding his hand out for yours. 

“We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”

You stare at his hand for only a second before placing yours into it. 

“Are you…” Seungmin begins. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I do,” you say shyly. He looks at you for a long moment before sighing, leading you out of the kitchen.

“Green is for if you’re doing okay,” he says as he pulls you into the bedroom, “and red if you need me to stop. If it gets too much, just say the word. Okay?” 

You nod when he sits down on the bed, perfectly made, and he shakes his head.

“Use your words. I know you can.”

“Yes,” you breathe, standing in the space between his thighs. 

“Good,” he says. “But it’s not going to be too much, is it?”

You shake your head shyly.

“You still haven’t apologized,” Seungmin says, placing one hand on your hips.

“F-For what?”

“For that stunt back at the club, hmm?” He asks, the other hand still entwined with yours. 

“What was that? You like me,” he mocks, “but you were ready to fuck anybody who gave you a chance, huh? Are you that easy?”

“No,” you shake your head, a pout on your lips. 

“Really?” He scoffs. “You’re such a slut, I bet you would do this f0r anyone else.”

“Would not,” you insist, eyes wide as you look down at him. “Only for you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true!” You insist. “Only you.”

“Hmm,” he clicks his tongue. “Prove it.”

His gaze is calculating and cold as he looks at you, and it makes your mind hazy.

“Prove this cock is the only one you want. And you better make it believable.”

He takes his hands off of you and places them on the bed beside him. His words have you sinking to the floor slowly, falling to your knees.

Your hands drift up to his pants, hovering over the zipper. Wordlessly, your eyes look up to him for permission, but he doesn’t say anything as he stares down at you.

After a moment of hesitation, you slowly drag the zipper of his jeans downwards. One of your hands drifts to palm over the bulge in his pants. You consider your method of action before finally deciding to reach into his boxers. 

It is awkward, pulling his dick out while he just sits there and watches you, but there is something enticing about the humiliation of it. You can feel yourself growing more wet, and your mouth waters when you take your first look at him. He is long and hard and pretty, and your breath catches in your throat.

Curiously, one hand holds him by the base while the other swipes an exploratory thumb over the head. You look up to see Seungmin with the same expression, almost bored. 

Still, he doesn’t say anything as you continue to get a feel for him.

He is so warm and firm in your hands, and you are having so much fun with your light touches—but you have something to prove. You give him one more pump before leaning down and spitting. 

The spit dribbles out of your mouth and onto him as you look up again, making eye contact with Seungmin. Then, still looking at him, you place a small peck on the head of his cock. The salty taste of his precum invades your sense and sends your mind haywire. Emboldened, you wrap your lips around him, suckling the head lightly before taking him as far as you can into your mouth.

He is so long that you can’t fit him all, gagging as he hits the back of your throat, and your hands reach up to wrap around the rest of him. The only indication that he feels anything is his dark pupils, but it is enough to motivate you to continue. 

Ignoring the burn in your throat, you bob your head on his length, building up a steady pace with your hands and your mouth. The room is silent except for the lewd sounds you make, sucking and squelching as you work. The noises are so erotic they send heat flushing through you, and you clench your thighs together in an attempt to ease the pressure. 

The silence is interrupted by the buzz of a cell phone. You pull mostly off of his dick, swirling your tongue around the head. Seungmin reaches for his phone and you release him with a pop.

The phone continues to buzz, and he turns his gaze down on you.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Your face flushes and then his cock is in your mouth again. Your eyes look up at him, but instead of saying anything more, Seungmin swipes right on the call and lifts his phone to his ear. 

“Hello?”

You freeze. On the other end of the line, music blares and the fuzzy sound of someone talking reaches your ears. 

Seungmin keeps the phone against his ear with one hand while he reaches the other down, placing it on the back of your head and pushing you forcefully further down his cock. The sudden movement has you gagging, a choked noise coming from the back of your throat.

“Calm down,” Seungmin sighs. “I already left.”

You inhale deeply through your nose, trying your best to remain still. Seungmin, of course, has a different idea, and pulls you off for a moment so you can catch your breath, before pushing you down his cock once again.

“Yes, Hyunjin,” he rolls his eyes. “You’re the one who left me for some girl, remember?”

Your eyes water as you choke on his length, overwhelmed by the feeling of him in your mouth.

“Y/N?” Seungmin says then, looking down at you. “Yeah, I took her home with me.”

You whimper around him, gaze blurry as you look into his eyes.

Another moment passes before he eases you off of him again.

“Okay, bye Hyunjin,” Seungmin says. He ends the call and then tosses his phone away.

His attention turns downwards to you, readjusting his grip on your head. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his fingers, and then he yanks so that you are looking up at him.

“You couldn’t even do that right, huh?” Seungmin asks. “I thought I asked you prove that you want this cock.”

“I do,” you whine. “Please.”

Instead of responding, Seungmin positions you so that your mouth is once again over his dick. His grip on your hair is tight enough to sting, but the pain mixes with the pleasure to make a heady concoction of horniness. 

Then, he pushes you down. He inhales sharply when your gagging around his cock turns into a drawn out moan, and then pulls you up. His dick twitches in your mouth when you tongue at the slit on the head, and he pushes you down once again.

Seungmin builds a torturous and steady pace, fucking himself with your mouth as you gag and moan around him. The way he uses you is so sexy that you can’t help but sneak one hand downwards towards your soaked center. 

Your dress has bunched up on your waist, which makes it easier for you to slip your hand into your panties and touch yourself. You rub your clit at the same pace he fucks your mouth, sending tendrils of pleasure all throughout your body.

It is only when your moans slowly devolve into whines that he notices.

He pulls you off, his hand leaving the back of your head to smooth down your hair in a surprisingly tender gesture. 

“What are you doing?” Seungmin asks softly, cupping your jaw.

Your hand stills.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“N-No, but—”

“Up,” he offers you his hand. On shaky knees, you rise to your feet.

“Clothes off,” he demands, sneaking one finger beneath the band of your underwear and pulling it back so it snaps against your skin.

Your face blazes when he stares at you expectantly. Slowly, your hand reaches up to push the straps of your dress off your shoulder. You shimmy it down your waist, letting it fall into a heap on the floor and leaving you in just your underwear.

Your fingers trail down to the waistband, but you hesitate, feeling shy under his gaze.

“Color?”

“Green,” you tell him, and then take your panties off too.

Seungmin nods in approval as his eyes darken, but his gaze remains firmly trained on your face. It is almost as if he is punishing you and himself by refusing to look at your body.

“Come here,” he motion. Obediently, you pad over to him.

His hands rise to your hips, pulling you down onto his lap. A yelp leaves your lips as he pushes your core over his right thigh, your feet folding under you onto the bed.

“Since you’re so desperate to get off that you can’t even wait for me,” he says, one finger tipping your chin upwards so that your eyes are level with his. “Get off like this.”

You whimper, squirming under his gaze and he raises an eyebrow.

“Ride my thigh, and maybe we’ll see if you deserve to come.”

As if to prove a point, his hands on your hips pull you closer to him, and the delicious drag of your clit against his thigh has your mouth parting with a breathy moan.

Of their own accord, your hands rise to grip his shoulders. Your fingertips press into the divot of his collarbone as you roll your hips slowly against his thigh. His dick, hard and wet from your mouth, is pressed against his shirt by the waistband of his pants. It doesn’t escape you that he is fully dressed while you are completely naked.

The creases of his pant leg create a delicious friction that has you whimpering as you begin to move your hips faster, using your hold on his shoulders as leverage to press your cunt against him. You are so wet—have been since he first kissed you in the club, especially when you had your mouth on him—and you can feel your slick accumulating below you.

You’re too embarrassed to look down but you know, undeniably, that there must be a dark, wet spot on his pants. At some point, the thought of embarrassment fades away as the pleasure begins to build, a slow cresting wave inside the pit of your stomach. 

You roll your hips against him faster, sloppier, and you bit your lip to stifle the loud whines leaving your mouth.

“Look at you,” Seungmin murmurs. “Making such a mess on my pants. So desperate, hmm?”

“Mhm,” you moan in affirmation.

His arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer to him. Your chest presses against his and your hands go from his shoulders to loop around his neck as you bury your face into his neck.

“Feels good?” He asks mockingly.

You nod without lifting your face.

“I’m not even doing anything and you’re already so fucked out,” he sighs. “Could you come like this?”

“Yes,” you whimper, “yes, please.”

His hand wraps around the nape of your neck and pulls you back, forcing your face right in front of his.

“You’re going to come without me?” He pouts. 

“Please…” Your eyes glaze over, the precipice of your orgasm so close that you can taste it. Every nerve is on fire, your cunt clenching on nothing. 

“I’ll let you choose,” he says. “Come now and we can wash up after. Or hold it, and I’ll fuck you the way you need it.”

“Min,” you whine.

“Choose,” Seungmin breathes, his hands taking over for you as he grinds you down against his thigh. “Or I’ll choose for you.”

“Ngh,” you choke. “T-The… oh, the… The second one!”

He smiles at your answer. And then, instead of pulling you off his lap like you think he is going to, he begins to move your hips faster, pressing his thigh upwards to provide even more pressure to your clit.

“Seung—” you start, a loud moan escaping your mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure excruciating, and your orgasm hurdles even closer than before. Your moan devolves into a high pitched whine.

“N-No,” you whimper. “I’m going to—g-going to, mmmph.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and Seungmin laughs in your ears.

“You’re going to come?” He says. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”

“I do,” you whine pathetically. “Please, don’t—”

“It’s your choice, remember? If you don’t want to come, then hold it.”

You shake your head. “I c-can’t.”

Your thighs clench, your climax building inside of you.

“Hold it.”

Your breath comes out in pants, and you try to think of the unsexiest thing you can, you try to ignore the solid feeling of his thigh underneath you—you try your hardest to not come.

Seungmin continues to move you against him, but his pace slows down until he is barely dragging your messy cunt over his thigh.

Eventually, he stops completely, watching as you quake in his lap.

“Good girl,” he coos, and he sounds both condescending and comforting. A hand lifts to cup your face, running a thumb soothingly over your face.

You can hardly focus on anything more than his touch, still quaking from the after effects of your almost orgasm. Your mind is blank, a resolute desperation worming its way into your heart as Seungmin lifts you off of his lap and lays you down on the bed. 

You watch through glassy eyes as he pulls his shirt off in one motion before his hands go to the waistband of his pants. 

“You did so good for me,” Seungmin praises. “So obedient, hmm? Didn’t know you could do that. I guess a little desperation works wonders.”

You moan at his words, watching as he pulls his pants and boxers off, leaving him just as naked as you. He produces a condom, unwrapping it in a record time, and you push yourself up onto your elbows to watch him slowly roll it onto his hard length.

Your mouth waters again at the sight of it. He felt so big and full in your mouth, so you can’t help but wonder how he will feel inside your cunt. A gush of wetness floods you, and your pussy throbs at the thought of it.

It’s painful, how slowly he moves as he situates himself in between your legs. You push yourself up further and use your hands to pull your legs apart, watching as his dick gets closer and closer to where you want him the most. 

He holds himself by the base, and then in one fluid motion, pushes himself all the way into you.

A long moan escapes your lips at the sudden fullness and you collapse flat onto your back, the pure bliss of how hot and big he is inside of you taking over every sense. 

“So tight,” Seungmin grunts, bottoming out. 

You nod your head quickly, not really processing what he says.

He pulls out completely, before pushing into you again. This time, it feels even better than the first as the ridges of his cock slide against your walls. You moan again, this time louder. 

“Feel good?” He asks, building a slow and torturous pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head.

“S-Soooo good,” you whine.

Seungmin’s movements are sharp and controlled, rolling into you with precise depth and force. It is like he knows what you need before you even say it, the head of his cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves inside of you.

His thrust speed up and a string of whimpers, each louder than the previous, fall out of your mouth. The orgasm you had been denied of begins to bubble up inside of you again, this time somehow warmer and more consuming than before. It feels like liquid fire as it burns through your veins, mounting higher and higher still.

You have no control over the noises escaping your lips, a combination of loud whines and moans as Seungmin continues to fuck you so good you see stars behind your eyelids.

He’s quiet as he fucks you, but the few pants and moans that slip out as he rolls his hips against you are the hottest things you have ever heard. He sounds so pretty as he fucks you, and the image of his furrowed brow, his bitten lips, his sweaty hair—its enough to almost push you over the edge.

A particularly deep thrust has you moaning loudly, your mouth falling open.

“You’re so fucking loud,” Seungmin grunts, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “Shut up.”

His words have the opposite of their desired effect as you whimper at the dark tone of his voice. At the noise, his eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them.

“I said,” he pushes the thumb past your lips into your mouth. “Shut up.”

You nod, your lips wrapping obediently around his finger. 

Your tongue swipes over the pad of his thumb right as he resumes his deathly pace, breathing heavily through his nose. His face remains stubbornly blank except for the slight crease of his forehead.

Trying your hardest to keep your moans down, you suckle on his finger like you had his cock earlier, and he moans quietly at the feeling. The sound spurs you on, and you bite down lightly on it.

Seungmin pulls the thumb out of your mouth and moves his hand downwards, pressing unforgivingly against your clit. He doesn’t move it, only applying pressure and he continues to fuck you, but the feeling is enough to push you close to the edge.

“Close?” He asks.

You nod, unable to form the words as your lips part. Your eyes are glassy and your expression fucked out as your brain struggles to catch up with your body.

“Say it,” Seungmin hisses through his teeth and you whine.

“Aw, are you being fucked too dumb to speak?” He coos, and you nod again.

“Nope. Not good enough,” he tsks, pulling his finger away from you. “Beg me to come, or don’t come at all.”

“P-please!” You cry out finally, clenching down on him as he moves. 

“Hmm.”

“Please, Min, please. L-Let me come, oh—”

“Well,” he pants. “Since you asked so nicely."

Seungmin thrusts speed up, deeper and sloppier in the most delicious way, but what ends up pushing you over the edge is when he leans down and captures your lips with his, his tongue moving in a messy kiss against yours.

He swallows your whimpers as you come, fucking you deep through you orgasm as your cunt spasms around him, and then with one harsh grunt, he comes a moment later.

You collapse boneless on the bed, your legs still twitching as you come down from your orgasm, and Seungmin slumps over you, his sweaty body a comforting weight on your chest.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, still the endorphins lighting up even the very tips of your fingers.

“Are you okay?” 

Seungmin’s question is half-worried, an amusing juxtaposition to the way he was just fucking you.

“Yes,” you laugh. “I’m better than okay.”

He frowns at you, his bangs plastered over his forehead, and then he pushes himself off of you.

“Noooooo,” you moan. “Come back.”

“I will,” he says gently. “Just give me a moment.”

You lay there, cold and tired, as Seungmin disappears into the bathroom. He comes back with a wet towel and kneels at the foot of the bed, gently wiping you down.

“You—”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks. “I didn’t do too much, did I?”

You push yourself up, a hand lifting to caress his jaw as he focuses on his task.

“Seungmin, I’m fine, really.”

“Really?”

“That was the best sex of my life, so yeah.”

He purses his lips. “…Okay.”

“And besides,” you say, pulling him up from the ground onto the bed besides you. “Do you think I suck dick like that for just anyone?"

“Well….” He trails off bashfully.

“The answer is no,” you giggle. “Now come here and cuddle me!”

He lets out an annoyed huff, but listens anyways, climbing onto the bed and pulling the covers over the two of you before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“By the way,” you begin. “If I haven’t said it already, I like you Seungmin. I really like you.”

A soft smile stretches across his lips. “I really like you.”

Seungmin presses a kiss against your hair. The sound of his heartbeat echoes in your ears and serves as the soundtrack playing as you fall asleep.

And the next morning, after Seungmin eats you out and then fucks you, when you come out of his room wearing nothing but his shirt, Hyunjin almost weeps.

"Finally!"

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Forget Me Not

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader 

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, JJ, Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan (mentioned), David Rossi (mentioned).

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Hanahaki Disease

Summary:  After pining for your boss since you joined the FBI, you were pretty sure that nothing would come of it until something happens one night at Rossi’s.

When it finally seems like he loves you back, he tells you that it was a mistake, leaving you heartbroken. The pain only gets worse for you once you begin coughing up petals.

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: Something you may discover about me and my writing is I live for the drama. Dramatic tropes? My favorite. So here's a hanahaki fic.

Suggestive Themes / Minors DNI

You really thought it was just a cold. Just something you’d picked up from an airport while the BAU jet was unavailable for a few days and you all got on a commercial flight to Ohio.

The coughs were small at first. As though there was nothing but a small obstruction to your day to day life. You thought it would wear off quickly, but after a week of cough drops, special tea with honey from Penelope, and following Spencer’s instructions for how best to get rid of a cough, it wasn’t letting up. It was only getting worse as days went on. Everyone told you to get rest over the weekend, so you did.

The following Monday, when you had come in early feeling okay, Hotch came in to find you nearly choking on water in the break room, desperate to get over a coughing fit that left you struggling to breathe. He dropped his briefcase on the floor and rushed over to you, putting your arms over your head to increase your lung capacity and trying to get you to breathe with him. When he finally got you to breathe normally and calm down, he told you to take the day off, and see a doctor when you got the chance. He looked worried, but you knew better than to believe that…

While you usually listened to Hotch, you didn’t like the doctor. And you still felt too upset with him over what had happened a month ago to listen to any advice for your personal life.

You got various texts throughout the day asking how you were, asking where you were, etc. You responded to them but were too tired to hold up a conversation. Penelope brought you dinner, and stayed to eat it with you so you wouldn’t be alone. You appreciated it immensely. After she left, you coughed up blood onto the mahogany floor of your living room. You called in sick the next day, too.

After bouts of coughing and barely leaving your couch, you asked Emily if she’d make plans after work to take you to the doctor tomorrow. She said yes, knowing how much you’d hate to go alone.

Around two in the afternoon that same day, you coughed up a soft blue petal into your palm. Picking up your phone with your non-stained hand, you called Emily.

“Em?” your voice shook as you spoke. “I think I need to go to a doctor today instead of tomorrow. Is-is that okay?”

You could hear her shuffling paper around, and Spencer’s voice was distant in the background. “Y/n, you’re crying,” she said lowly to avoid being heard by everyone nearby. “What happened?”

You’d barely registered the tears running down your face as you stared at the dainty little petal in your hand.

“I coughed up a flower petal,” you whispered, barely able to believe it yourself.

She didn’t speak for a moment.

“Fuck,” she murmured. “I’ll be right there.”

“Please, don’t tell him,” you begged her.

“I need to tell Penelope. She can get me a fake doctors note. And she’s going to want to help, she’ll want to do as much research as she can on it,” Emily rambled.

“Okay, just make sure she doesn’t tell him either. Please.”

“I know, I know. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

She hung up fast, leaving you all alone with your thoughts. With the knowledge that you would die unless you got the surgery, removing both the infection and your memories of him.

God, you felt so stupid. How could you have let yourself fall in love with him?

You got up to wash your hands in the sink, to get rid of the blood, but as you watched that petal circle the drain, the feeling of dread overwhelmed you as you tried to face the facts.

You had Hanahaki disease.

And he didn’t love you back.

*

Emily and Penelope were sitting across the table from you in your apartment the following night, watching closely as you took a sip of your warm tea.

The whole day and the day prior had been spent at several doctors offices and pharmacies as Emily and Penelope both insisted on multiple opinions. You ended up with three different medications for the hanahaki, and one anxiety medication to dull the constant state of panic that you were in.

The doctors said that if you kept taking your medication and kept yourself in good condition without exacerbating your emotional distress, you could do fairly well for a while. It’ll be mostly normal, apart from some coughing fits and some blue flower petals.

Turns out your flower is “scorpion grass,” also known as “Forget Me Nots.” Dainty blue flowers that were said to symbolize true love and respect for someone.

You could practically hear Spencer’s voice in your head as you thought about it. Hiding it from him would be tough. Hiding it from profilers in general would be tough. That’s why Emily and Penelope were trying to get as much information out of you as possible.

“It is Hotch, right?” Penelope asked after a long stretch of silence.

“Penelope!” Emily scolded slightly from next to her.

“What? I just wanted to double check…”

“It’s fine, Pen. It’s fine. But yes,” you sighed deeply, looking down at the table. “It’s Hotch.”

“C-could we tell him? Maybe there’s a chance that he-“

“There isn’t a chance,” you spoke quickly, cutting Penelope off. “He told me himself,” you murmured.

“He what?!” Emily raised her voice and nearly stood up from her chair.

“Remember that dinner party at Rossi’s? A month ago?” They both nodded their heads. “Well, later into the night, Rossi decided he was going to go to bed and told anyone still there that they could stay as long as they wanted. The only people left were Derek, Spencer, Hotch, and me. Derek drove Spencer home not long after that, and Hotch and I were trying to clean up to help out Rossi… I don’t know exactly how it happened, but we ended up on the couch…”

Penelope and Emily were both staring at you in shock as you relived that night. His large hands on your hips, his lips on your neck… How happy you had felt in that moment.

It was no secret that you’d been into him for a long time. There was something so undeniably attractive about him. He was stern yet caring, and he knew when to be authoritative and when to be a friend. When you first joined the BAU, you stuck by him for a lot of your first cases, and he was there for you every step of the way. It was all of the little things he did for you that made you notice. The way he remembered how you liked your coffee, or how he remembered to send you home in time to make it to that restaurant you liked so much before it closed. The way he led you in the field, trying to increase your confidence so you could stand on your own two feet. The way he looked at you as if he’d jump in front of a bullet for you.

You didn’t expect him to feel the same towards you, and when he kissed you that night at Rossi’s, it felt as though everything fell into place all at once. As though you belonged in his arms, and under him, and against his lips…

That was until he made it clear that you didn’t belong there…

“I don’t know what happened… but he just started staring down at me, and he got up like he was in a huge hurry to leave… and he told me that the entire thing was a mistake and that he was sorry,” you finally finished retelling it, your voice getting progressively quieter throughout.

A mistake. To him, you were a mistake.

You could feel a burning in your lungs as tears dropped onto the wooden dining table, and you started coughing. Penelope got up and came over to you, trying to get you to drink more tea. You didn’t manage to catch the coughing fit in time, and a few petals made their way out of your mouth before you could get a drink and calm down again. Penelope rubbed your back with one hand while Emily stayed staring at you from the other side of the table.

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” Emily said quietly. “I didn’t… I really thought he…” she sighed, not sure how to finish her thought.

“You could still get the surgery,” Penelope offered.

You took a deep breath, not looking at her. “I could, yeah, but… what would that mean for everyone else? Who would I become?”

“There are some cases where people with the disease can come to terms with their feelings,” Emily spoke. “I know you might be hesitant to get the surgery, but the doctor said many choose not to get it until the disease progresses further. You still have time to decide.”

You nodded at her suggestion.

“I have a condition,” Penelope said. “You have to let us help take care of you. Like when you have to take your meds at work, you can come take a break in my office to do that. You have to let us be here for you and tell us what’s going on. That’s my condition.”

“Okay. I will. I have to take one of them four times a day, so… twice at the office, I guess. The others are either twice a day or once.”

“Take the twice a day then, too, it’ll give me peace of mind,” Emily requested. You agreed.

*

You returned to work the next day. You got in early, and when Hotch arrived, you took a deep breath and went to his office, asking to talk to him for a minute.

“Yeah, no problem,” he said, sitting down at his desk.

“I have a few doctors notes,” you handed him the papers from various doctors stating that you had appointments with them. “The cough isn’t going to go away anytime soon, but it’s not contagious or anything. I’m sorry for missing work.”

Hotch looked at the papers you gave him. “Please, don’t worry about it… but are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said half heartedly. You didn’t mean it at all but it was dismissive enough to hopefully get him to drop it.

“You went to three different doctors,” he said in a concerned tone. “I thought you hated seeing even one.”

“I was sick. Needed a few opinions,” You shrugged, trying to play it off.

He was looking at you like he didn’t believe you. Of course he didn’t. But you were giving him a look that told him to drop the subject.

“I’m gonna go get caught up,” you told him, trying to leave.

“Ok. Thank you. I’m glad you’re back.”

You nodded and left, going down to the bullpen while trying to suppress the itchiness of your throat.

Deep breaths, you reminded yourself.

*

Days passed. You kept your promise to Penelope and would go to her office to take your meds. Emily would usually join you.

The symptoms weren’t getting too much worse. It was relatively easy to hide.

You noticed the weird looks Hotch had been giving you lately, which wasn’t helping with the whole idea of getting over your feelings. He kept looking at you like he cared, like he was concerned, and it was hard to remember that you knew he didn’t.

You knew it was a mistake.

About a week after returning to work, Hotch followed you into Penelope’s office when you went in to take your medications. You didn’t know he had followed you, because he didn’t come in right away. Instead, he came in while you had a number of colorful pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. You quickly downed the pills.

“Hi, sir,” Penelope said hesitantly. Emily was sitting next to her.

“What are you two doing in here?”

Emily and Penelope gave each other the shadiest looks ever, nearly making you groan from how abnormal they were being.

“I have to take medication twice a day, they’re just helping me adjust and remember to take it,” you said calmly.

“Oh, I see,” he said with a short nod. “Is it helping your cough?”

You shifted uncomfortably, unable to look him in the eye. “It’s been mellowing out lately.”

“It’s true, you’ve been coughing less,” Emily said with a fake smile. Penelope nodded next to her.

The tension in the room was so heavy. Everyone could feel it. Hotch knew the three of you were hiding something, and you knew he knew. But he was unlikely to actually ask about it.

*

Two weeks go by. You go on another overnight case. JJ ends up finding out after you cough up a few petals in the precinct bathroom. There were barely any women working there aside from you, JJ, and Emily, so you figured you’d be fine.

It led to a very emotional talk about how worried she is, and how she hopes you’ll open up to the rest of the team. You tell her that Spencer will probably figure it out soon enough, he’s already been giving you odd looks, but you were adamant on not telling anyone else. You didn’t want everyone so worried. Penelope and Emily were helping. JJ had her own family to worry about.

Aside from not wanting people to worry, you also weren’t keen on everyone knowing that you were in love with your boss, or hearing everyone tell you their opinions.

*

Another two weeks go by.

You feel like you have made zero progress emotionally. You have to see Hotch basically every day, considering he’s your boss. Working with him was no way to get over him easily, but you didn’t want to quit. What if you lived, and you couldn’t return to the BAU? It was your dream job. You loved it. What would life be without it?

But if you got the surgery, would you even want to work there anymore, or was it all for him? It felt like your mind was trapped in a never ending spiral.

He’d been a bit more attentive to you lately. It’s as if he senses something is deeply wrong with you. On the last case you went on, he did something he hadn’t done in a while, and paired you with him. Everything was professional, as it had been since that night, but being around him was just so difficult. You felt yourself struggling to breathe.

Spencer started watching you more and more closely. You could feel his eyes on you every time you even slightly coughed.

It felt like the meds weren’t doing as much as they were a month or so ago, when you first started them. You coughed quite often, trying desperately not to annoy everyone else in the office. For the most part, it was just the feeling like your lungs were burning. You’d managed not to cough up any petals in the bullpen, opting to head for Penelope’s office if you felt like the coughing was too intense.

During a particularly rough morning, Spencer practically escorted you to Penelope’s office, leaving briefly to get you more water before returning.

He didn’t even look startled when he came back to see blood dripping out of the corner of your mouth and petals strewn across the floor as you profusely apologized to Penelope from the floor.

Spencer grabbed a tissue from a nearby table and knelt down, joining you on the floor. He handed you the tissue and gave you a tight lipped smile. You took it, and cleaned the blood from your mouth.

“How long have you had this?” He asked gently.

“A little over two months… I found out a month after it started.”

“She’s taking medications for it,” Penelope added.

“Who else knows?” Spencer looked between the two of you.

“Emily, because she took me to the doctors appointments, and JJ found out a few weeks ago after I coughed up petals in the bathroom.” You paused, looking at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Spencer.”

“No, it-it’s okay. Hanahaki is one of those things that is difficult to share. But I’m glad I know now.”

You nodded, looking at the petals on the floor and starting to pick them up in case someone else walked in.

“Scorpion grasses,” Spencer noted, just as you knew he would. “Commonly known as Forget Me Nots.”

“They’re meant to symbolize true love and respect,” you said quietly. Spencer nodded.

“Are- um, are you getting the surgery?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I haven’t been able to overcome it naturally, I don’t know if I’ll be able to… but I don’t know who I’ll become if it’s all taken away.”

Spencer didn’t meet your eyes after you said that. “I know it seems scary, but… I hope you consider it further. Please don’t give up on yourself, y/n,” he said softly.

You just kept picking up the petals off the floor.

*

It’s only a week later that you wake up to a strange sight.

On your upper thigh, a blue flower has bloomed. Dainty green leaves peak out from under it, and the stem goes straight into your skin.

You frantically checked over the rest of your body to see a green leaf sticking out just over your chest.

Fumbling for your phone on the nightstand, you called your doctor.

They told you that you had developed a rare form of Hanahaki. Flowers would grow out of the places that the person you love has touched with their hands.

Your heart dropped. The doctor kept calling your name, trying to see if you were still at the phone or if the connection had dropped, when in reality you just felt frozen in time.

“If you’re still there, I know this might be hard news to hear. Just try to remember to keep calm, if you get too stressed the symptoms can worsen. I really think you should consider coming in and—“

You hung up, cried into your pillow for a solid thirty minutes, put on a pair of pants and found a turtleneck in the closet to hide the flowers and leaves, and got to work a bit late.

As for the development, you didn’t say anything.

They were worried enough. You knew the pressure they were putting on you was just out of worry, but it was so difficult to handle. Everyone wanted you to live. Of course, you wanted to live, too. You always thought it was so irrational whenever you heard of someone with Hanahaki choosing to die. But then you knew the changes that those who decided to live experienced. There was a chance that your memories of Hotch might be removed along with the emotions. You didn’t like that idea at all.

Memories are too important to who you are.

So it was as if the choices were: the current you could choose to die and be reborn as someone else, or you could die as yourself, with your memories and your feelings. It’s not as clear cut as living or dying.

So when someone asked why you started wearing turtlenecks to work, you told them that it was because you kept feeling a bit chilly. If they knew about your condition, you told them that the lack of temperature control in your body was a side effect of the medication.

Though it was getting progressively more difficult to hide throughout an entire day.

The flowers kept trying to grow out of your palms, and were progressing to grow from your chest.

Eventually, you coughed up your first full flower.

It was stupidly beautiful. How could something that was killing you be so beautiful?

Maybe you’d ask to be planted in a garden if the plants overtake you. That way, the death wouldn’t be so grim.

*

Working as a living terrarium was getting progressively more difficult and more complicated. The hiding, the coughing, the medication, the petals that sometimes made their ways out of your clothing…

You were sitting at your desk late one night, barely even registering that everyone else had gone home. Your whole body felt tired from fighting off the plants overtaking your system.

A deep voice startled you from behind.

“Y/n?” You turned around to look up at Hotch, who’s brows were furrowed in concern. “There’s something in your hair…”

“Oh, really?” You asked, brushing the top of your head to get it off.

“Yeah, it looks like a blue piece of paper or something…” Blue? “Here, I can-“

“No!” You quickly covered your head with your hands and moved away as though you’d been electrocuted. “It-it’s fine, I got it. Um… I should really go home. I’ll see you tomorrow, sir.” You quickly gathered your bags and all but ran for the elevator doors, pushing the “close doors” button over and over until they finally shut, leaving you alone in the elevator so you couldn’t see the he hurt expression on his face from you pushing him away.

In the reflective doors, you could see a little blue flower peeking out from under your hair. A tear fell down your cheek.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

*

It was the middle of the night on Sunday when you got a call from Penelope that there was a case.

Half asleep with your throat feeling like it’s on fire, you call Hotch.

“Hotchner,” he answered in his usual stern voice.

“Hey, it’s me. I know we just got a case, but I’m feeling a bit under the weather and was wondering if I could stay back and work with Garcia.”

“If it’s that bad, maybe you should just stay home.” Even though you knew he didn’t know, the coldness and annoyance that you thought you detected in his tone made your heart ache. Was it time to finally give this up?

You sighed. “Maybe you’re right,” you chuckled sadly. “Good luck on this one. Bye, Hotch.”

“Wait, y/n-“

You hung up before he could finish, covering your eyes with one hand.

A new decision was before you now. Resignation, or unpaid sick leave?

You called Penelope and asked her to get you an FMLA form to send to your doctor to fill out.

Your body was growing far too weak to take such great lengths to hide the flowers.

*

Days slowly tick by. Penelope would come to visit fairly often, but it was brief enough to hide the flowers blooming all over your body.

Emily and JJ called you nearly every night to check on you.

Everyone was still out on the case. You guessed it must have been a difficult one.

Your form to take unpaid sick leave for an undetermined amount of time, sighed by you and your doctors, was sitting on Hotch’s desk for when he returned.

Penelope and Emily seemed to be increasingly hostile toward Hotch. They kept complaining about his behavior, about how clueless he is, about how upset they are.

One night you got a particularly odd phone call from Hotch.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” he spoke, voice sounding a little shaky.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, not really. It was just a rough case. I wanted to see how you were doing.”

Your head instinctively turned to the mirror in your bedroom. You studied yourself, sitting on the floor, surrounded by little blue petals and flowers, a few blood stains accompanying them. There were flowers in your hair and petals on your face, small blooms blossomed out of your wrists and on your thighs above your socks.

“I-I’m okay.”

“Y/n,” he sighed. “I know it’s not my place, but you’re really worrying me. You haven’t- I haven’t seen you smile in months. It’s been forever since I’ve heard your laugh. You’re usually so cheerful, you brighten up the entire office with your optimism. There’s obviously something going on, and no one will tell me what’s happening.”

You could feel your airways being blocked as you felt a pang in your chest. He hadn’t heard you laugh or seen you smile. What does he care?

Why would he say something like that? It was as if it was a statement designed to kill you.

“I-“ you were cut off by a flower making it’s way up through your throat. You harshly coughed it out. “Sorry,” you mumbled when you could finally speak again. “I um… I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t know what you want me to say.” Your voice was rough as you spoke.

“I just want you to tell me the truth.”

“I’m.. I’m just sick.”

“Is it serious?”

“I-“

“Answer me honestly.”

“…yes.”

“Are you getting treated?”

Flowers were poking their way through the skin of your palms, growing on your wrists as you stared into your own reflection.

“Yes.”

“Is it going to get better?”

You took a long pause, watching as another flower bloomed next to your phone as you held it in your hand, and another appeared in your hair.

“No,” you sobbed lightly. “It’s not.”

He was silent. After a minute or so of complete silence as you held your breath, you just hung up, unable to take it anymore. He couldn’t pretend to care about it, could he? So he said nothing.

You were dying and he said nothing.

Tears streamed down your face as you covered it with your hands, practically watering the flowers growing from within you, letting them take over. You could feel vines and blooms growing on your thigh, up your arm, out of your chest, inside your throat, against your sides…

Slipping down, laying on your side on the hard wooden floor, you wondered who would find you like this.

You wondered if it would be Penelope, scarring her for the rest of her life and dimming the brightness of her soul, or if it would be Emily, adding to her already long list of traumatic events and making her feel more cynical toward the world she desperately tried not to hate. Or maybe JJ, or Spencer, or someone else.

Your breathing became even more hindered as a flower grew out of your mouth. You could still breathe, but barely, struggling against the leaves and stems twisting and growing through you.

The thought dawned on you that maybe you should’ve gotten the surgery, but you push that out of your mind. Too little too late.

Hours pass as you lay there, struggling to breathe and keep yourself alive. The phone rings a few times, just a little bit too far out of reach. Your fingers twitch, trying to find it next to you, but you give up when you realize that you can’t give a response.

The hardness of the floor made you ache, but after a while, you didn’t notice it anymore. The pain was incomparable to how much the flowers hurt.

The room got significantly darker at some point, the sun must have gone down.

Eventually, you close your eyes, far too tired to be concerned about whether you’ll ever open them again.

*

You are slightly woken by a very loud sound coming from the hall. It sounded like someone was trying to break down your door. Sighing slightly, rattling the stems twisting out of your throat, you let your eyes close again, faintly hearing your name being called.

A few minutes pass until you hear footsteps rapidly getting louder. The door opens, and they come to a stop, pausing there. You wondered who it was, but your body was on the floor next to the bed. Even if you turned around, you wouldn’t be able to see, so your eyes stayed shut.

But then you felt familiar hands on you. Tentative at first, stroking your arm. Then, big and warm, lifting up the top half of your body off of the floor. A hand was placed on your cheek, and you slowly opened your eyes to see Aaron Hotchner looking down at you with tears in his eyes and a desperate look on his face.

“Oh god, oh thank god,” he sighed when he saw your eyes open. “I-I thought you were dead,” his voice broke.

You slightly turned your head to the side, a last ditch attempt to keep him from seeing tears roll down your face.

“Y/n,” his voice was soft. “Please, please look at me.” You slowly did as he asked, your eyes meeting once more as he continued holding you. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I told you that it was a mistake to kiss you that night. I didn’t mean it, I’ve never, ever, thought of you as a mistake. I only said it because I thought it was something you didn’t want, that I was pushing this on you. You’re- you’re so much younger than I am, and you’re kind, and beautiful, and extremely talented… You brighten the entire world while I think I just dim it. I thought I would be holding you back from having the life you deserve if I let myself give in, but I never should have said that. It was stupid of me not to tell you how I feel.” You closed your eyes, feeling a mix of relief and of doubt washing over you, and you didn’t know which of the two would win. He leaned down, and put his forehead against your own. “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the very first day I met you. Since I gave you a compliment during your interview and your face lit up, and you told me that it meant a lot coming from someone like me, someone who never said anything they didn’t mean.” When you opened your eyes, you saw that he was still crying, just like you were, as he stared deeply into your eyes. “I only ever lied to you once, and it was the biggest mistake of my life, so please believe me when I say this now,” he breathed. “I’m in love with you, and I can’t lose you. I can’t. I’m so sorry it took me this long to tell you.”

With a trembling hand, you reached up to your mouth, and carefully took out the already-wilting flower that had occupied the space there. His eyes didn’t move from yours as you took a shaky breath.

“I love you too,” you whispered, voice rough. The flowers on your palms were losing their luster, drooping as you moved your hand to his face.

He gently leaned in, and kissed you softly. A lot like he did all those weeks ago.

He helps you pull the dying flowers off of your body, and sits with you as you call Emily and Penelope to tell them that you’re going to be okay.

He gets you off the floor and helps you into bed.

He gets you water and orders dinner for the two of you.

He doesn’t leave your side that night. He helps you as your body slowly regains it’s strength, taking care of you until you can stand on your own.

Even then, he’d never let you go again.

*

One Year Later

You wake up with Aaron’s arm draped over you and your legs intertwined with his.

“Morning,” he mumbles sleepily, seeing that you’re awake. You blink a few times before turning and burying your face in his neck. He chuckled, your nose tickling him slightly.

“I love you,” you sighed happily.

“I love you, too. Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

You pull back slightly to look at him. “One whole year since I scared the hell out of you,” you said in a slightly teasing tone, trying to take away some of the pain that the memory brought with it.

“And the rest of the team,” he adds with his eyebrows raised.

“Well, as long as you’re with me, I don’t think it’ll be happening again..” You giggled and shifted up slightly to kiss him. “Thanks for saving me, sir.”

“Anytime, Princess.”

You blushed and smiled at him before turning your head, hearing a door open. “I think I hear someone getting out of bed down the hall.”

Sure enough, Jack comes bounding into the room you share with Aaron, jumping on the bed and tackling you with a hug.

You and Jack got along so well that after only a few months of dating Aaron, you ended up moving in with him and Jack full-time. While some would say it was fast, you only had eyes for Aaron.

You had never been happier in your entire life than now, spending your days at the BAU and the evenings with Aaron and Jack.

You and Aaron dropped off Jack at school with an extra hug from both of you since he was planning on having a sleepover with one of his friends that night and you wouldn’t see him until the next morning.

Thankfully, the team wasn’t given any new cases, although Strauss and Aaron did have a meeting in his office which made you worry a little. His mood didn’t seem to falter, so you figured the meeting went okay.

The two of you have dinner in a park that evening. The weather was perfect, and the sunset was beautiful. The last flowers of summer were in full force, showing their beauty and color before they wilt.

At some point, when you look over to Aaron, he’s already on one knee, small box in hand. You start crying almost immediately, which doesn’t surprise him in the least, but it makes him tear up a little bit, too.

You can’t even verbalize a response when he asks you if you’ll marry him. You just nod and smile through tears as his face breaks into a huge smile.

Just a year ago, you thought you were going to die alone, becoming fertilizer for the plants that were overtaking your body.

And now, you fall asleep next to the man you were so in love with that it almost killed you, a ring on your finger, and your heart full of love.

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Insatiable Girl (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer decides to explore a particular aspect of his girlfriend’s psychology. Request: Reid notices that the reader has a bit of an oral fixation and decides he wants to study it with her a bit further. Couple: Spencer Reid/Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Spencer!POV, oral sex (male receiving), established relationship, body worship (male), fingering, oral fixation Word Count: 1.6k

MASTERLIST

There have been many theories about oral fixations. Although most only know about Freud’s thoughts on the matter, the truth is that most animals experience a period of youth where they seek out something to satisfy their need for self-soothing.

It makes sense. Our mouths are not only how we nourish ourselves, but also how we express our personality. How much of human courtship is performed with the mouth? From a smile to something more… salacious.

When I’d invited my girlfriend to move in with me, I’d already been aware of this aspect of her psychology. It would’ve been difficult to miss. But for all the pleasure it provided, it also brought with it the sweetest torture. Because her fixation persisted even when we were in public.

How many hours had I sat and watched as she worshiped something that would never be capable of appreciating her efforts? How many times had I sat and counted bubblegum bubbles or listened to the muffled clacking of mints on her teeth?

Don’t even get me started on lollipops.

But that day, as we sat in our respective spaces in the living room, she had nothing but herself to use to appease that ever-demanding compulsion. Each time that I’d looked over, I would watch as her jaw twitched while her teeth worked the supple skin of her lower lip.

My heart raced, skipping a beat each time that I watched it slip free. I could feel the slickness of her lips, the pillowy, malleable softness of her. I could taste the sweetness of the firm muscle of her tongue.

My thoughts ran wild with fantasies that I’d had a million times before. But that day, one had made its way through to the forefront.

I stood without warning, but she didn’t seem to mind. At that time, she was too engrossed in chewing idly on the tip of her thumb.

She didn’t look up until I was right in front of her. Even then, she just opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing.

Like a baby bird opening her mouth and pleading for me to provide her what she needed. Mere seconds after she’d removed her own thumb, her eyes began pleading, ‘Give me something more.’

At first, I had to say no. I had my own cruel desires that I’d needed to indulge. I wanted to watch her crumble beneath me until there was no greater satisfaction than giving me mine.

My hand cradled her jaw to stop her from chewing on her lips. Her body rocked forward, her neck craning to be even an inch closer to what she wanted most.

But I wasn’t a complete sadist. I wouldn’t leave her completely unsatisfied. The next time she opened her mouth to beg, I pressed my thumb against her bottom lip. Within seconds, she’d accepted it. At first, she was gentle. She wrapped her tongue around the digit and let out a soft breath from her nose.

Soon enough, though, her desire got the better of her. With both her hands on my hips, she pulled my entire thumb into her mouth. She audibly moaned, as if I had given her the greatest gift.

But I hadn’t. Not yet.

She knew that, too. That’s why she wasted no time unbuckling my pants, all while her mouth refused to relent.

Her mouth had been so warm, so soft. Everything about her was. It set my blood on fire in the best possible way.  I listened to the melodic sound of belt buckles and buttons and indulged in the overwhelming feeling of her lips wrapped around my thumb.

I groaned when I finally felt my pants slacken around my now pressing erection. At the same time, I fought my self-preserving instinct that told me to look away. I knew it would be too much to see her, but I did it, anyway.

That insatiable, darling girl released my thumb from her mouth with a satisfying ‘pop.’ She gasped for breath, puffing hot air against wet skin as she climbed off the couch and dropped to her knees like she was preparing a prayer. She used both hands to pull my erection free and then… she waited.

There was a quiet moment— a silent blessing for what she was about to receive. She closed her eyes as she pressed a small kiss against burning skin.

I couldn’t resist her much longer. She was on her knees, but I was the one begging for salvation.

“Please,” I whispered without even thinking.

Her giggles filled the silence. It was a beautiful sound.

Her mouth was an even more beautiful feeling.

Even though it made my racing heart weak, I looked down at her through half-lidded eyes. I watched as I disappeared between her lips. Inch by inch, she accepted me into the warmth of her.

It was act of love. It was an act of worship.

But any pleasure it brought me paled in comparison to the ecstasy that slipped from the space between her lips.

Truly, she had never looked happier than when her mouth was full. She hummed so contentedly against me that I almost forgot to breathe. I was drunk on her worship, the love that she could only give on her knees.

I felt weak. I felt like a God. I felt my heart beating against her tongue as she wrapped it around my dick. She held me close, as close as she could. With struggling muscles rejecting her efforts, she persisted until she was satisfied. Yet, she was insatiable.

My eyes glazed over as I continued watching myself disappear over and over into her wanting mouth. I tried to follow the patterns of her tongue but got lost in her lustful eyes, instead.

I was bewildered and mesmerized with the way she made love with her mouth alone. I didn’t dare disturb her, although I couldn’t help but fantasize about kissing her, too. I laced my fingers through her disheveled hair and pulled the same way I would if I’d been kissing her.

She pulled away and gasped just before she closed her lips around me again. The sudden burst of cool air only heightened the warmth of her. My body bucked harder against her. Her nose was buried in soft curls at the base of me, but she showed no signs of objection.

Instead, she rid her mouth of any air. She suckled until her tongue was flat against the sensitive underside of me. She massaged the pulsing vein to the rhythm of my heartbeat. She kept going even when it seemed impossible.

My hips drove my cock further into her throat and paid no mind to the muscle’s protests. I reveled in the wetness dripping from her bottom lip.

I forced weary eyes open again to look down at the state of her. Her eyes struggled the same as the rest of her. Her hand buried beneath her underwear undoubtedly dripping the same way as her mouth.

 I wanted more. She deserved more.

With one final thrust against the back of her throat, I took hold of her hair and gave her everything I had. Hot waves of pleasure pooled in her mouth and that darling girl moaned. She was sobbing against the base of me like she had been devastated to see the end of something so beautiful.

When I was finally spent, with heaving breath and a slackened grip, I pulled her off me. Even with the exhaustion, I handled her with all the care she’d deserved. But she was nothing if not fixated.

Not even a second after she’d taken a full breath, she took me in her mouth again. Gently, she cleaned overly sensitive skin to ensure that she hadn’t missed a drop.

As much as it made me ache, I couldn’t bring myself to stop her until that insatiable girl was satisfied.

She released the now softened length with an even softer tongue. My darling girl looked up at me with a beg for something more than my everything.

I wanted to give her more. She deserved more.

So, I helped her up from her spot with shaky knees. She trembled against me, and I welcomed the warmth of her body.

She was my greatest desire. I couldn’t say no to something as sweet as her slightly salty lips. She was so tired, but she didn’t fail to kiss me back. She pushed her tongue into my mouth at the same time I sneaked past the band of her underwear.

She gasped around my mouth, still seeking air without having to let go.

Her dripping heat didn’t resist my fingers. I pressed them into her effortlessly, feeling more of her from the inside.

I was so drunk on the power of pleasing her that I almost couldn’t let her go. I held my fingers down against that rough patch at the front of her walls until she was twitching. I waited for her body to squirm and her lips to break contact with mine before I started to move again.

I’d wanted to hear her whisper sweet nothings against my lips.

“Please, Spencer,” she slurred through swollen lips, “More.”

I’d be damned to tell her no.

I pulled my fingers free from tense walls and placed them gently against the swollen pearl at the crest of her dripping heat. A few gentle, lazy circles was all it took for her to fall apart in my arms.

Still, she kissed me with everything she had. I tasted myself on her tongue and imagined tasting her, too. Something more than the sweetness of her saliva.

Once I was certain she’d had enough, I removed my hand from her underwear and brought it to her lips.

Without any hesitation, she took my fingers into her mouth.

My insatiable girl, I thought, may you never have enough of this.

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Oral Presentation (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer teaches Reader what to do when she’s on her knees. Request: reader giving spence head for the first time? and she’s worried she’s not doing it right but he’s obviously enjoying it? Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Oral sex (male receiving) Word Count: 1.2k

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If you could choose to do one thing for the rest of your life, you’re pretty sure it would involve Spencer Reid.

Despite the fact you’d only been dating for a few weeks, you felt as though you’d known him a lifetime. You’d even joked with him that the reason you were so woefully unpracticed with all aspects of dating was because you’d been waiting to find him.

Now that you’d found him, however, that lack of experience had caught up to you. On a simple date night where you had teased a little bit too hard, the fear of sexual inadequacy seemed almost unbearable.

Despite your fervent insistence that you wanted to try something new, Spencer could tell you were more nervous than usual. Your seat on his lap made him even more acutely aware of the way you trembled. He tried to calm you with gentle hands up and down your legs, but even that seemed to unnerve you further.

“What’s holding you back, sweetheart?” he whispers so sweetly it makes you shiver.

Your mind is so distracted by the imposing heat and hardness underneath you that you struggle to answer. Your eyes are bouncing between the collar of his shirt and pretty peach lips begging to be kissed.

You can’t look him in the eyes because you know he’ll know the truth.

That’s exactly why he places a gentle hand beneath your chin and makes you do it, anyway.

“I’m nervous you aren’t going to like it,” you blurt out.  

“Trust me, I will.”

To ease your ache, he kisses you. The rough scruff of his face is the most intoxicating contrast to the softness of his lips.

You sigh, and he smiles.

“I’ll help you, I promise.”

Before you can protest, his legs start to shift open beneath you. Spencer holds you down gently to prolong the erection straining against his pants. He can feel the twitching of your heat through the layers, and it makes his voice become even darker as he issues a simple order.

“Get on your knees.”

Your body moves without further prompting. Your mind is both filled to the brim and silent at the same time.

While you settle into your new position, Spencer is quick to pull himself free from fabric confines. He groans with relief, quickly to be followed by another moan when you wrap both hands around his dick.

It takes very little thought to conclude that it would not fit easily.

But all Spencer cares about is the way it feels when your hands start to move.

“Good girl, keep going,” he whispers breathlessly, “Just use your tongue when you’re ready.”

The instruction is vague, so you wait for his eyes to open and focus on you again before you proceed.

Only then do you lean forward and ask, “Like this?”

With a flat tongue, you draw a line from base to tip. The skin feels even softer than you imagined.

Spencer grips the edge of the couch hard enough to blanch his knuckles.

You almost wish his fingers were wrapped around your hair, instead.

“Fuck,” he answers after you try again, “Yes, yes, that’s it.”

There is a dreamlike quality to each word, each utterance of assurance between groans and whimpers makes you even more excited.

You keep going, maneuvering with hands and mouth to make sure that you covered as much as you could. Then, without waiting for further instruction, you wrap your lips around the head of his dick.

Your fantasy comes to life just as quickly. Spencer’s hand jumps up to tangle in your hair without hesitation. There is a brief tug of pressure that coincides with a sharp gasp of breath.

“Such a quick learner,” he slurs through the new sensation.

You want him to keep going, so your tongue starts to circle the soft curves of him. It seems so perfectly shaped to slide down your tongue that you are tempted to continue.

“So eager to please the teacher,” he hums.

For a moment, you think he might guide you by your hair. But to your dismay, he releases his hold. Any disappointment is soothed soon thereafter when he begins stroking your hair.

He is so gentle, so patient, so loving as he waits for you to discover your own limits.

But he watches you like something sinister. You can feel it even when it’s hard to look him in the eyes. You can feel how his muscles twitch and shake with restraint.

He wants it to be your decision to try to take all of him.

You do—try. You only make it a few inches, however, before your throat quivers and you choke on the once welcome intrusion.

Spencer pulls you off in one smooth motion.

“Sorry,” you sputter out with a cough.

“Don’t apologize,” he says.

It isn’t until you look at him that you realize the true extent of pleasure that he’d derived from watching you choke. His fingers twitch around your hair and his lips fight a devilish smirk.

“You don’t need to go down so far,” he assures you, anyway.

He uses his free hand to guide yours to the tip once more. He shudders at how easily your fingers slide over slick skin.

“This is the most sensitive part,” he explains, “Your hands are fine for the rest of it.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he answers. Without further instruction, he uses his grip on your hair to bring your face to his lap once more.

There is no hesitation this time. You return to your attempts, armed with the knowledge that your first try had been the best one.

Using both your hands and your mouth, you move just enough to remind him how cold the world felt compared to you. You let yourself go longer, slower, faster, harder. The spit gathered around your lips and began to drip down to eager fingers.

Spencer couldn’t contain his appreciation any easier than you could. The beautiful sounds became louder and more plentiful, and, soon enough, they were joined with small motion from his hips.

His hand in your hair also became more commanding. You start to notice the growing resistance with each movement until he is moving you on his own.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans just as tears start gathering in your eyes.

He looks down at you and his hips buck forward at the sight.

“I’m so close, I’m so…”

You try to keep up, to hold on a little bit longer to grant him release. You are hardly prepared for the sensations you expect to follow, but you are willing to try.

Spencer doesn’t leave it up to you, though. Instead, he pulls you off at the very last second. His hand joins yours and continues with feverish strokes until he finally comes undone.

The warm, sticky liquid splatters across your mostly exposed chest. Each drop came as a shock.

Spencer seemed to take pride in that, too. He watched with rapt fascination each time your swollen lips sucked in a breath that shook your chest.

Once he was spent, he used both hands to keep you close until he was cognizant enough to place a chaste kiss against your forehead.

“Did I do alright?” you ask immediately.

“Yes,” he answers. But before you can celebrate, he continues, “but we should do it again to be sure.”

Your heart drops at the implication. You almost start to apologize.

But then he forces you to look at the devilish smirk creeping over his face before he teases, “Practice makes perfect, after all.”

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His Return

A Supernatural Story

~Walking alone at night can be deadly.~

Vampire!Dean Winchester x Reader

1,780 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Major Character Death, Vampirism. 

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The night is cold. Steely wind nips at your cheeks and you draw your coat a little tighter across your chest. Moonlight leads you home, beaming down through the haze of midnight and you free it from oil-slicked puddles as you walk down the alley.

You’ve walked this way a thousand times before, but tonight it feels different- there’s something lurking in the corner of your vision, some hidden danger that sturs your senses and makes every hair stand on end.

A flutter of wings catches your ear and you turn with a gasp; just a pigeon fleeing the dumpster. You laugh at yourself and continue on; there’s work to be done tomorrow and not much more time for sleep.

Another noise strikes your attention and you spin again, nerves on edge, mind reeling with illogical fears. It’s the heavy footfall of a boot, familiar yet unscheduled, but when you turn, there’s nothing behind you except the night.

“Stop being such a pussy, Y/N,” you laugh at yourself, turning back to face the shadows and your shortcut home.

One step and you’re slamming into solid muscle.

“Holy shit!” you scream and try to run, but a hand clamps down around your elbow and holds you steady. The grip is strong and cold, and you look up with fear in your heart.

Green eyes sparkle in the moonlight.

“Dean?”

A soft smile curls his plump lips. “Heya, Y/N/N.”

It’s been forever since you last saw the hunter; a few years in fact. He’d been the only one to believe you when you ranted to the police about how a monster had taken your little sister. Sure enough, by week’s end, you were standing hip to hip with the strange fake Fed, covered in blackish goo and sharing a victory kiss beneath the stars.

He left before dawn that night, speeding away in his giant black boat of a car. To see him returned was both welcomed and jarring. Something had to be amiss.

“Holy crap- you scared the shit out of me!”

His hold on your elbow vanishes and he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets. He dips his chin and looks at you through perfectly thick lashes. “Sorry about that.” He smiles and your heart melts a bit, remembering what those lips could do. “I saw you walkin’ alone and thought- well… You really shouldn’t be walking alone this late at night, Y/N.”

A laugh tickles your throat. “I’ve done a lot worse. As you remember.”

He laughs with you at that, a little chuckle that lifts his broad shoulders. “That I do. But still- it’s… dangerous out here.”

Reaching into your bag, you pull up your secret weapon. “I’ve got pepper spray and a mean right hook.”

Dean looks away and back; a slick smile tugging on his lips as he wipes a hand down his cheek. “Oh, that I remember well.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that…”

His eyes flash over your face and your breath catches in your throat. “Don’t be. I was impressed.”

Pride swell in your gut but something’s still wrong. “Why are you here?” you blurt out, staring up at him as if he’s some ghost from the past, and well, he is. “I mean- it’s nice to see you but-”

“Seeing me is like a bad omen, huh?”

He looks away and you feel bad. “Not like that, but- kinda? I mean- you only show up when monsters are lurking.”

Dean lets out a deep laugh as if he can’t help it and his green eyes turn back to dig into yours. “Monsters…” He sighs heavily and shakes his head. “I don’t know about that.” He licks his lips slowly and your mind is shoved back in time, right back into the backseat of that damned Impala. “Anyway- why don’t we get you off the streets, huh?”

“Do I remind you of a working girl, Mr. Winchester?”

He smiles and you swear he’s trying to kill you with it. “You know what I mean.” He crooks his elbow and holds it out for you. “If I remember correctly, your apartment isn’t far-”

“Correct.” Your hand slides a bit too easily onto his arm, fitting perfectly in the hollow of his elbow.

You turn together and head into the shadows, not caring about the puddles underfoot or the cold wind attacking your cheeks. Dean seems to shield you from more than just the wind- you feel safe in his arms, careless and free.

“So, just passing through town?”

He nods, looking straight ahead. “Something like that.”

“Sam with you?”

He isn’t revealing much, hiding all behind a soft smile that crinkles around his eyes and turns your mind to mush. “No. Sam’s- not with me.”

“Oh well. I hope he’s doing OK…”

“I don’t wanna talk about Sam.” Dean stops at the foot of your stairs, memory guiding him straight to your building. He grabs your hand and you spin with him, falling against his chest as he tugs you close. “Do you?”

Staring up at him, you lose all sense of time and space and it’s just like it was a few years ago. He’s strong and tall, mysterious and beautiful; a hero there to guide you back to the light.

“Ya know,” you whisper, pushing up on your toes to try to reach his lips. “I really couldn’t care less.”

Dean dips his chin and brings his lips close, hovering there, giving you the option to pull away. With a smile, you do the opposite, pushing in and kissing him hard.

He exhales against your cheek, tips his head to the side, parts his lips. His tongue juts out, swiping over your bottom lip and you hum at the memory of it. His left hand finds the nape of your neck and he holds you there with freezing fingers that seer into your flesh.

Pulling back, you’re stunned to find his eyes open and focused; every ounce of his attention on you.

“Do you- wanna come up?” you ask, surprising only yourself. Dean seems to know you’d offer, waiting patiently for you to catch up.

“I’d love to.”

He follows closely up the three flights of stairs and you rack your brain to try to remember what panties you have on; if it’s the lacy bra or the junky one.

Your breath is fast with climbing and nerves when you finally reach your door, but Dean is steady, appearing behind you almost too quickly.

“The- the place is kinda messy. Sorry. Wasn’t expecting- um… you.”

Dean swallows visibly, his upper lip twitching as you push open the door. “Don’t worry about it.”

His tone has changed slightly; the feel of him ass well. Gone are the familiar shy smiles, the feeling of being wooed. He seems stiff, focused.

He stands back as you step inside.

“Well,” you laugh, watching him hover in the doorway. “Come in.”

His boot is hesitant to step over the threshold, but he does and he breaths in the room, scanning the apartment quickly.

“Nice place.”

The door shuts and locks behind you.

“Thanks. As I said, usually not so messy-”

Dean holds up a hand and waves you off. “It’s great.” He spins on his heel and soon you’re back in his arms, cradled delicately against his chest. “Just like- you…”

A smile bubbles up from deep inside and your cheeks burn. “Dean- did you come back here just for me?”

His fingers tangle in your hair and he tugs, lifting your shy eyes to his. “And if I said yes?”

Your answer is a kiss that closes your eyes and makes him moan. You lean closer, pressing yourself against him. Hips and chest and thighs all crashing together as you give yourself over to him with a push of your lips.

He responds instantly. The hand in your hair tightens, the other digs into your lower back, locking you to him.

It’s a mad rush to the bedroom; so hard to walk and shed clothing between maddening kisses.

He lays you down, drags his calloused fingers down your naked body, teasing and pinching and driving you wild. His name falls from your lips in desperate moans as he licks at your skin; plump lips planting bruises from throat to hip. He’s feverish- grasping at every inch of you like you’re water in the desert.

“Need you,” he whispers, throat dry and torn.

You push a hand through his hair and bite your lip. “All yours…”

He presses inside, spreading your thighs wide with his hips. The stretch is deep and exquisite and you toss your head back against the mattress, savouring every inch of him as your body tightens.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

He stares, eyes hard and wild. Still thrusting slowly, Dean drops down, covering your body with his. The crush is heavy, knocks the breath from your lungs. A big hand wraps beneath you, a cool hand covers the nape of your neck. Fingers, long and deft, lock around your jaw from beneath and turn your head to the side.

You gasp, struggling to breathe beneath his weight as pleasure and fear collide in your chest.

“Dean-”

“Be still,” he growls, lips tickling your ear. He pulls back for a moment and the corner of your eye tricks your vision. He bares his teeth; tiny fangs dropping like magic before he attacks, sinking them deep into your throat.

Your heart pounds, pumping blood to meet the heavy pull of his beautiful lips.

“Dean!” You claw at his shoulders, strangled and desperate to be released.

The pull is strong and the room starts to spin.

He thrusts harder, moaning loudly as he drains the life from your veins and nears his climax.

The numbness starts in your fingertips, works its way up your arms; the muscles protest and relax, leaving you limp and empty beneath him.

“So fucking perfect,” he groans, swallowing the last drop just as he cums. His timing is perfection and he cries out in ecstasy; his entire body vibrating with your blood and his pleasure. “Just like I thought you’d be.”

He doesn’t bother to clean up, just drags his jeans up his thick thighs and tugs on his layers of flannel and canvas.

“Another fun stop on the Dean Winchester Memory Tour.” He laughs at his mess: your arm is bent wrong; your legs are forever open and your cunt leaks with his cum.

He kisses your forhead before he leaves and your eyes stare into the shadows.

“I told you it was dangerous to be walking alone…”

He doesn’t bother to shut the door behind him.

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Laundry Day

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Rummaging through my drawers after taking a shower, I was trying to find some clean panties, groaning in frustration as I slammed the drawer shut. None. Laundry day it is.

I pulled on a pair of baggy pyjama shorts and a tank top, grabbed my laundry basket and proceeded to pick up every bit of dirty laundry off my floor. Which was a lot, practically my entire wardrobe.

Walking through the bunker's corridor, I figured I may as well ask if the boys needed anything washed. I poked my head around Dean's door, only to find his room empty. The same with Sam's. Shrugging, I carried on walking to the laundry room, catching Dean walking out of the kitchen.

“I was just looking for you,” I said, adjusting the loaded basket in my arms to rest on my hip.

“Well, you found me,” he replied, smiling. He nodded at the basket in my arms. “Need any help?"

“What? Oh, nah. I was just checking to see if you had any laundry. I'm on my way with my own washing so I thought I'd ask if you and Sam needed anything washed." I said, smiling back at him.

He nodded. "My room. Thanks Y/n." He walked towards his room and I was right behind him, having left my basket next to the kitchen door.

"Speaking of Sam…"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "You know fine we’ll that if I told him how I felt then you'd already know about it." Winking at him, I smirked, "believe me, you'd know about it…if you get my drift."

He looked at me in disgust. "That's just…really not something I want to think about."

We reached his room and he grabbed a couple of items of clothing off his floor. "Here. You know you should tell him. I'm pretty sure he feels the same way."

I arched a brow. "Has he told you he feels the same way?"

"We’ll, not exactly…" he trailed off, handing me his dirty clothes.

I smiled sadly. "Then you don't know,"

"Don't know what?"

My heart leapt into my throat and I whipped around to see Sam, clad in loose pyjama bottoms and a plain white t shirt, which for a Winchester was practically naked, standing behind me in the doorway of Dean's room. My face flushed pink as I turned back to Dean, my eyes wide, well aware of how close he was to me.

Dean just grinned as he looked between the two of us.

"Erm…er…if he…he knew if…if you had any dirty laundry," I stuttered, moving away from his slowly. "I'll…I'll…be in the…you know…" I nodded my head towards the laundry room, smiling nervously at them both before I turned and bolted down the corridor, grabbing my laundry basket from outside the kitchen door and running to the laundry room.

My heart was beating so fast, I thought I was having a heart attack. My 'little' crush on Sam was now not so little anymore. I'd always been drawn to him, seeing him as something other than just a friend to me like how I saw Dean. I found him undeniably attractive, just a glance from him made my nether regions tremble.

One of my favourite things to do was to watch him, undetected of course, as he researched whatever monster of the week we were dealing with or when he was reading his favourite book. Whenever he found an important part or when he found something important, he would smile, flashing those god damn adorable dimples and bite down on his bottom lip. It was downright sinful and it had nearly gotten me caught more than a few times.

I dumped my laundry out onto the table and began to sort through it all. I definitely needed clean panties, I thought, very aware of the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underneath my shorts. I'd have to be careful with the way I sat around the boys today, not wanting to flash them anything naughty. I divided my washing into three separate piles; delicates, whites and darks. Needing my delicates washed first, I grabbed the pile before bending over to put them in the washing machine.

"Hey, Y/n, I've got a couple…"

I straightened up and spun around at the sound of Sam's voice, my hands coming up to grip onto the washing machine behind me. "Sam! I didn’t hear you…"

He walked over to me, losing the gap between us, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me flush against his body, his face mere inches away from mine. I could feel his hot breath fan across my face as his lips ghosted over mine. He pressed himself into me and I could feel his hardening cock straining against his pants.

"Do you feel what you do to me, Y/n?" He whispered against my lips. "Bending over like that…teasing me with no panties on…"

I swallowed, my widened eyes locked onto his hazel orbs and all I could do was nod. My heart was pounding in my chest and my body was humming, my own arousal pooling to my core from Sam being so close to me. He pressed forward, keeping one hand on my waist so tight that I knew I'd have bruises there tomorrow, and resting the other on the washing machine behind me.

"I've wanted you for so long," he murmured, his hand sliding down my waist to my lower back, "and I know you want me too,"

I whimpered before he pressed his lips against mine, his tongue immediately colliding with mine as our kiss became more passionate, needy even, like we couldn’t get enough of each other. My hands delved into his hair, tugging at it gently, which elicited a low growl from Sam. He pulled back to look at me, making sure I was ok for this to carry on and I smiled up at him, watching as his eyes darkened with lust. He flipped me around so that his chest was flush against my back, my hands grabbing the front of the machine to steady myself. He used one hand to slide under my tank top, growling again once he realised I wasn’t wearing a bra, his other hand shaking up along my side, up my arm and into my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling my head back. Heat pooled down to my pussy, my arousal literally dripping down my thighs.

"I'm going to fuck you right here, but you need to be quiet so Dean doesn’t hear us," he said, biting down onto my ear lobe. I let out a small moan, arching my back and pushing my ass into his pyjama covered cock. Both hands slid down over my body languidly, his lips trailing behind them, kissing and biting my skin.

My eyes closed, my breathing erratic and my body on fire from his touch. His fingers traced under the elastic of my shorts before he slowly slid them down my legs, squatting to take them off before running his hands slowly up the back of my thighs, his fingers coming in contact with my arousal coating my inner thighs.

"Fuck Y/n," he moaned as he ran his fingers in my slick before licking his fingers. "So sweet,"

My legs were trembling as I stood there bent over the washing machine. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. "Sam…"

"Patience."

He pushed my legs apart slightly, keeping one hand on my waist as the other cupped my sex, standing up before his fingers slid through my folds. My hips jerked forward as he circled my hole with his finger, a long wanton moan escaping my lips. His hand on my waist rose and covered my mouth, pulling my head back into his neck. "Quiet," he whispered as he dipped a finger into my dripping pussy. "So fucking wet for me…"

He added another finger and slowly started to pump them in and out of me, using the palm of his hand to press and rub against my clit.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I groaned loudly into his hand that was still covering my mouth. I needed more friction, the slow agonising pace of his fingers fucking me, making me grind down onto his hands. He stopped briefly and I whined.

"Keep still Y/n," he murmured into my ear, using his feet to nudge my legs open wider, adding another finger inside me before moving them faster. He pushed me forward slightly, his hand lowering to my throat, squeezing gently as he curled his fingers inside me upwards, grazing that sweet spot that made my toes curl and my fingers grip the machine harder as I painted, the coil in my stomach tightening as I climbed higher and higher, the palm of his hand brushing against my clit every time he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

"Sam…I'm…" i cried out as I clenched around his fingers, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through my body, my legs trembling, my breathing heavy as he rode me through my orgasm.

He slowly removed his fingers, both hands moving up to grip my waist and spinning me around to face him, his lips crashing onto mine, urgent and hungry. His hands lowered to my ass, gripping it tightly as he lifted me up to sit on top of the washing machine, pulling me closer to him as I fumbled with his pants, pushing them down with my feet.

I needed him now, needed to feel him inside of me. He groaned into my mouth as I palmed him through his boxers before delving inside and gripping him tightly, giving him a couple of pumps before fully sliding his boxers down. I gasped at the size of him and he pulled away, his hooded eyes dark as he leaned his forehead against mine.

“Fuck Y/n…” he pulled me back to him, his hands digging into my flesh as his lips attacked my neck, biting and sucking, making me moan even more.

My hands glided over his muscular frame, sliding into his hair and pulling it roughly, eliciting a sinful moan from him. “Fuck me Sam,” I murmured against his lips before I kissed him, dragging my tongue over his bottom lip before pulling it between my teeth.

He grabbed my thighs and pulled me further forward so that my ass was barely sitting on the washing machine. I leaned back, my palms flat against the machine as he hooked his arms under my thighs and pulling them up to rest on his forearms, before gripping my waist again and lining his throbbing cock against my soaking wet pussy, pushing the tip in slightly.

My head fell back and I moaned loudly at the feel of him stretching me open as he pushed himself slowly inside me until he was completely sheathed, closing his eyes and letting out a long breath, pausing to let me adjust to his size.

I felt full, complete, like our bodies were made for each other, and I whispered in approval, my pussy aching for him to start moving, so I rolled my hips against him. He opened his eyes, his lips curling into a smirk, making me flutter around his cock, before sliding out and setting a slow pace, his hazel eyes locked onto mine.

“Sam…” I begged, “please…”

He picked up the pace, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass filling the room as he slammed into me, mixing with my moans and making the machine underneath me rock violently back and forth. His eyes lowered to watch himself pound into me and he growled low in his throat.

“So fucking beautiful,”

He gripped my ass and pulled me forward until he was holding me up by my ass, my hands still on top of the washing machine, as he continued to pound into me, harder and faster, the new angle allowing him to hit my sweet spot perfectly. My breathing was coming in short bursts, my moans getting louder as each thrust made the coil in my stomach tighten until I couldn’t hold back and I exploded, my pussy contracting and clenching around him, my body alight with white, hot pleasure.

“Yes y/n…that’s it…cum all over my cock…”

“Oh…Sam…don’t stop…I’m still…” My whole body was trembling, my orgasm not letting up as wave after wave of pure, intense pleasure coursed through me, my back arching to push myself further onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust. A thin sheen of sweat had formed on us both and he leaned into me, kissing my neck before biting down as his thrusts started to falter, his own orgasm creeping up on him.

“I can’t last much longer…”

I reached up and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up to look at him. “Cum inside me Sam. Fill me up,” I breathed as he came undone.

His whole body tensed as he stilled inside me, filling me with streams of his hot, sticky cum.

“Fffuuuccckkk….” He groaned as he thrust a couple more times before leaning his forehead against mine.

We were both breathing hard, my hands dropping to wrap around his neck as he lowered my shaky legs, my feet touching the ground as his arms snaked around my waist. He kissed my forehead and smiled.

“I think that was long overdue, don’t you?"

I blushed. “Definitely." Smiling up at him, I winked. "How about we continue this in the shower?"

His eyes darkened as he scooped me up into his arms without saying a word and practically ran to his room, my giggles filling the hallway.

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A/N - So, this is it, the last chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. Let me know what you think!

Characters - Dean, Sam, Y/n

Chapter Fifteen

I woke to the sound of Dean's soft snores, his arm draped over my waist as he slept. Looking over at his peaceful face, I smiled. It felt right, being here with him, lying next to him in bed. It was like I always belonged here by his side.

Yawning, I stretched out, my muscles a little stiff and sore. Today was a big day, today we would end it all.

Tears filled my eyes at the thought of what I had to do, a single tear sliding down my cheek. I felt Dean's hand cup my face and I turned to him, his thumb wiping away the stray tear.

"Are you ok?"

I smiled at him softly. "I am now."

He smiled back at me before pulling me closer and kissing me softly. He knew that today was going to be hard on me, hard on us all really, and his soft touch calmed my beating heart.

I pulled away and rested my forehead against his, looking into his green eyes. "I don't want to leave this bed..." I murmured, my hand coming up to play with his hair.

He smiled. "Me neither,"

We lay there together for a few minutes, just staring into each other's eyes, my fingers in his hair while he stroked the side of my face with his thumb. I sighed and reluctantly moved away, sitting up and moving towards the edge of the bed. He sat up with me, his hand reaching out to grab my arm and I turned towards him questionably.

"We don't have to do this today..."

I knew what he meant but I also knew that we had to finish it or more people would die. "I can't stay here knowing she's out there killing people Dean," I said, looking down at my lap. "It needs to end."

He let go of my arm and nodded, moving to get out of bed as well. "Ok. But just...please, be careful. I...I don't want to lose you..."

I looked up at him in surprise, and I reached out to touch his face. "You won't lose me, I promise. Anyway, you and Sam will be there to have my back. I trust you."

He nodded and smiled. "Always."

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The closer we got to the road where it all happened, the more nervous I got.

I was sitting in the back of the Impala, my knee bouncing as I looked out of the window. It was pitch dark, the headlights of the car the only source of light and it brought back memories of that night. Of Ava in the car listening to music, of her asking how much longer we would be on the road, of her being so scared when we stopped the car. I blinked back tears. I needed to focus, to get my head in the game. We didn't know how many vampires we'd be facing and it was making us all feel on edge. We were all decent hunters but a nest of 8+ vamps would be a tough challenge to beat.

Dean looked at me in the rear view mirror. "We're nearly there Y/n. The house is just ahead on the left..."

I nodded. This stretch of road was where it all happened. "Stop the car for a second, please,"

He stopped the car and I climbed out of the back seat, leaving the door open. Slowly walking to the front of the car, I bent down and placed my hand on the road where I'd nearly died, four vamps sucking the life out of me. I let my tears fall as I remembered seeing Ava so scared, being held by those monsters and watching as her mother couldn't do anything to save her. I would never forgive myself for what happened that night, for not being able to save her.

I wiped my eyes and sniffed before standing back up and walking back to the car. Sam and Dean were watching me with worried looks and as soon as I slammed the car door shut behind me, they both turned to look at me.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked, his brows furrowed.

I nodded. "I'm ready to do this."

Dean reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. "We've got your back."

Taking in a deep breath to try and calm my beating heart, I smiled. "I trust you both."

He started the car up again and carried on on driving until we spotted the turn off. It was pretty well hidden and if we hadn't of known it was there, we'd have probably missed it completely. It was a dirt road leading down to the house, with dense forest and bushes on both sides, no light managing to break through to light our way.

Dean stopped the car the minute we saw the house, not wanting to alert the nest inside to our arrival. We all piled out quickly and quietly, making our way to the trunk of the car to get our gear. We all had a machete, plus an extra blade tucked into the back of our jeans, or in Dean's case, his ankle. We each grabbed two syringes of dead mans blood, carefully putting them inside our jacket pockets. It was technically still light but with how dense and thick the forest was surrounding the house, illuminating the house and showing how decrepit it was.

We slowly walked towards the front windows and I scanned the area. Most of the windows were broken, and part of the roof was missing. The paint on the outside of the house was peeling and vines had taken over the front of the house, climbing right up into the roof. I could see broken glass and debris on the ground in front of the house as we walked up to the front window and crouched down.

I took a quick peek through the broken glass to see if anybody was in there and I saw three vamps relaxing on the dirty sofa in the middle of the room. Turning to Sam and Dean, I held up 3 fingers to let them know how many vamps were in there. Sam nodded before turning and walking around to the back of the house to check it out, with Dean making his way to the other side of the door.

It was a two storey building so we knew there could be more vamps upstairs. Sam quickly came back around and held up 2 fingers. So that was 5 so far. We looked over at Dean, who held up 2 fingers.

7 vamps.

I looked at him and raised my brows, silently asking him if Ava was there and he shook his head. I frowned and turned to Sam, who also shook his head. I knew she was here, I could feel it. Just because she wasn't in any of the downstairs rooms didn't mean she wasn't there.

We walked to the front door, Sam staying behind as I pressed myself to the wall, Dean on the other side of the door. He reached out and grabbed the door knob, looking at us both before nodding and turning it slowly until he heard a small click, then pushing the door open.

We quickly entered the house, the sound of the vamps talking and laughing, masking the crunching sound of glass as we walked into the house. We knew there were vamps in three different room in the house, and the best way to get through them was to stick together and get them all to come into one room.

I looked over at the boys. "I'll go first then you can both follow me in," I whispered as quietly as I could.

Dean frowned and shook his head. "No way."

"Look, if they think it's just me, then we can maybe get a jump on them."

Sam nodded, understanding my plan. "She's right Dean. I don't like it but its the best plan."

He sighed and nodded. "Fine."

Taking a deep breath and nodding at the boys, I walked through the door to the first room where I had seen 3 vamps. I recognised them all from the nest. "Sorry to interrupt..."

Before they could even make a move, I jumped forward and sliced the head off the closest vamp to me, the commotion and sounds of scraping chairs making it easy for me to push back the second vamp and swing my blade around, quickly slicing off his head as well.

Sam and Dean entered the room just as the other four vamps ran through the other doorway, rushing towards us all snarling and hissing. The third managed to catch me off guard, punching me in the face and I staggered back, my eyes watering as pain exploded in my nose.

"You're gonna die tonight, bitch," he snarled at me.

I smiled, letting the blood dripping from my nose fall to the floor, watching as he looked down at the small drop with his teeth bared. Using this distraction to my favour, I kicked him in the chest and swung my machete around as hard and as fast as I could, cutting off his head with ease. His body dropped to the floor, his head rolling into the middle of the room.

I could hear Sam and Dean fighting and I turned to help, only to see 2 vamps left fighting.

Hearing girlish laughter, my head snapped to the doorway, watching as another 2 vamps entered the room. I spun the blade in my hand, ready to fight when I heard her shout.

"Enough!"

Everyone seemed to pause and turn to look at her and the last two vamps plus the two that the boys were fighting, used the distraction to get a hold of both Sam and Dean, forcing them to the floor, knives poised at their throats.

I lifted my blade with trembling hands as I watched her towards me. she smiled and batted it out of my hands to the floor, the metal clanging on the wooden floor, jarring to my ears.

"Mommy, I'm so glad you came," she said, kneeling in front of me and reaching out her hand touch my face. "I've waited so long to see you."

I closed my eyes and sighed, dropping to my knees as my lips trembled and I fought the urge to start crying. I hard her laugh and I opened my eyes, watching as she walked behind me, her hand grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head to the side before she bent over and sank her teeth into my neck.

My mouth dropped open in shock and pain coursed through me as she drank her fill.

"No! Let go of her!" Dean shouted, struggling against the hold the vamp had on him.

Ava let me go, my head dropping forward and I could feel my blood flowing down my neck and onto my chest. She looked over at Dean and smiled. "He is very pretty, mommy." she said as she looked over at Sam as well. "They both are."

I looked up, my vision blurry. "Please...let...let them go..."

She laughed. "You will all be my pretty playthings. I will make you all like me." She twirled around in a circle, giggling as she flung out her arms, her fluffy dress twirling around with her.

Dean leaned forward and slid the knife he had around his ankle before slamming his head back into the vamps face, making him let go and stumble backwards. He quickly slit the vamps throat before dropping and grabbing his machete, spinning around and slicing the vamps head off.

"No!" Ava cried as she ran behind me, away from the Winchester's.

Dean threw his machete to Sam, and he quickly picked it up, the vamp behind him temporarily distracted by the chaos. He turned and punched the vamp in the face before swinging the blade and slicing off his head. The two other vamps looked at each other and turned to run out of the door, but Dean had picked up Sam's discarded blade and the both of them quickly ran after them, chopping off their heads before they escaped the room. They both turned to face me and Ava, who was still behind me cowering.

I stood up and looked down at her.

"Please...mommy, don't let them hurt me..." she pleaded with wide eyes, her small hands gripping onto my jeans.

I raised my machete but stopped. I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill my pleading daughter. Dropping the blade to the floor, I turned to look at Dean with tear filled eyes.

He looked at me and nodded, before looking up at Sam. He wrapped his arms around me as my daughter continued to beg and plead for her life until I heard a thud as her body fell to the floor.

Letting out a sob, I collapsed into Dean's arms, my knees giving way as I fell to the floor, sobbing into his chest. She was gone. My daughter was dead.

Dean continued to hold me as the sobs wracked my body, the nightmare I'd been living for the past 6 years finally coming to an end.

I didn't watch as Sam quietly and quickly removed her body from the room, taking her outside as Dean held onto me. I couldn't stop myself from crying, the emotions I'd held back for 6 long years overpowering me to the point I could hardly breath through my sobs. I could feel Dean's arms around me, his hand rubbing my back, the other holding my head close to him in an effort to comfort me and calm me down.

Sam re-entered the room and looked at us sadly. "She's ready," he said quietly to Dean.

He nodded. "Ok."

I knew what he meant. He'd built a pyre for her, to burn her remains. To give her a hunter's funeral. Taking a deep breath, I wiped the tears from my face and stood up on shaky legs. Dean kept a hold of my arm as he stood up next to me.

"Are you ready?"

I looked up at him with glassy eyes. IT was time to say my goodbyes. "I'm ready."

He held my hand as we walked past the bodies on the floor, through the empty corridor and outside where Sam was waiting. He had built an impressive pyre, her body wrapped in sheets he'd found in the house, a bunch of flowers he'd picked from outside lying on top of her body.

I walked over to her, tears sliding down my face as I reached out my hand. "I'm sorry baby," I said quietly, "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you."

Dean had followed me and he put his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. I looked up at him and let out a small sob as he took his lighter and lit the pyre.

I took a few steps back as her body went up in flames, Dean's arms wrapping around me again. The heat stung my face but I didn't move away, watching as her body burned quicker than I'd thought it would, silent tears streaming down my face.

What was I going to do now? She was my life, my sole purpose for living even when she was a monster. And now she was gone forever. I fell to my knees in front of Dean, my head hanging low as I cried. I wanted her back, I wanted my baby back.

Dean knelt down beside me and I clutched onto his shirt. "I can't...£ I sobbed as I looked up at him.

His own tears slid down his face as he held me. "I'm so sorry Y/n..."

I pressed my face into his chest as I clung onto him, my sobs becoming louder as my daughter's body burned in front of me.

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One Month Later

I walked into the library and sat down at the table, putting down the steaming hot cup of coffee I'd made myself and grabbing a lore book from the shelf.

After giving my daughter a hunter's funeral, I had come back to the bunker with the Winchester's. I was bereft, finally grieving her death. It had been tough, it still was but I was getting better.

At first I hadn't come out of my room and depression had quickly set in. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, all I wanted was my daughter back.

Slowly, I started to do things with Dean's help. He made sure I ate, he slept with me to stop the nightmares that plagued me and was there for me whenever I needed him.

She was always on my mind, wondering what she could have become, of how amazing she would have been. She would have loved Sam and Dean, being sure to fill up the bunker with kittens and puppies and happiness. But I always knew she would want to me to carry on, to live my life and be happy.

So I did.

I let down my wall for Dean, and we became even closer. Sam had become my best friend, always there to help whenever needed.

Where once I had thought that once she was gone, once I had killed her, my life would be over, it instead made me want to make up for lost time, it made me want to live again.

And with the Winchester's by my side, I knew I'd never be alone again.

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Characters - Dean, Sam, Y/n

Chapter Fourteen

"Mommy..."

My head turned towards the sound of her voice, and I squinted in the darkness. "Ava?"

"Mommy...please...help me..."

I started to run through the trees, branches snapping and whipping at my face. "Ava! Where are you?"

"Mommy!" She screamed, her voice getting closer. "Help me mommy..."

Letting out a sob, I continued to run until I saw her body on the ground. Running towards her, I dropped to the ground beside her and cradled her head, looking down at her blood-soaked body. "Baby..." I whispered as I stroked her hair, "Please, baby..."

My eyes closed as I cried over her body, my tears mixing with the blood covering her. I'd failed her, not being able to get to her before the vampires did, and now, now she was gone.

I felt a hand squeeze my throat and my eyes flew open, only to see her smiling up at me, her fangs glistening with blood.

"Mommy, you came..."

My hands flew up to my throat as she squeezed harder and I clawed at her hand to try and get her to stop. "Please..." I croaked as I tried to breath.

"This is all your fault," she hissed as she sat up and faced me, her grip tightening, "now it's your turn..."

She grinned at me before letting go of my neck and letting me fall to the floor, straddling my waist and baring her fangs as she moved towards my neck...

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"No!"

My eyes flew open as I screamed out, sweat covering my body, my breath ragged and heavy. I sat up and put my head in my hands, my eyes filling with tears.

Suddenly Freckles burst into my room, and I let out another scream.

"It's me! Y/n, it's just me!"

My hands flew to my chest, my heart pounding. "Holy shit, Freckles! You can't just burst into my room like that!"

He stood in the doorway of my room in just his underpants, his eyes wide as he scanned my room for any kind of danger before looking at me. "I heard you screaming..."

I couldn't help but stare at him. He was wearing a pair of loose boxer shorts, his chest tanned and toned, and I just wanted to reach out and touch him. His short hair was ruffled from sleep and I felt guilty at waking him up with my nightmares. "I'm sorry, I had a bad dream."

He walked into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. "Are you ok?"

He looked even better up close. I knew I was staring but I couldn't help it, he was just so darn attractive. His tongue popped out and wet his lips and I swear I nearly let out a moan. I cleared my throat and forced myself to look away. "Oh...er...yeah, it's not the first time. I'm kind of used to them now."

He frowned and pursed his lips. "Are they about..."

Nodding, I looked down at my hands, guilt flooding through me for oogling him, and I fiddled with my blanket. "Ava? Yeah, pretty much."

"Do you want to talk about them?"

Shaking my head, I looked up at him. "No."

He looked surprised at my answer but nodded. "Ok...I'll let you get back to sleep..." Standing, he moved to walk towards the door but my hand shot out and stopped him.

"Can...can you stay? Please?"

He stared at me for a minute, his eyes glancing down at my hand on his arm before looking back up at me. "Ok."

Walking around to the other side of my bed, he climbed under the covers and lay down, turning to face me.

I turned to face him and smiled. "Thank you."

He reached out and cupped the side of my face. "Of course."

My eyes fluttered shut as I reached up and put my hand over his, his touch making my heart flutter in my chest. I felt him move closer to me, the feel of his hot breath on my face making me open my eyes, only to stare directly into his green orbs. His thumb stroked my cheek as we stared at each other in the darkness, and I wanted nothing more than to close the small distance between us and kiss those plump, pink lips. I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth, and he moved his thumb down to gently pull it back out of my mouth, running his thumb over my lips softly.

That was it, I couldn't stand it any longer and I moved forward, pressing my lips against his, my free hand coming up and delving into his ruffled locks. I let out a moan as his tongue pushed past my lips, deepening the kiss and pulling me closer to him. My body felt like it was on fire and I sat up, straddling him, pressing myself down onto his erection. He moaned into my mouth, one hand in my hair and the other gripping my waist as we continued to kiss each other. It all felt so good, different to any other man I'd been with. This wasn't just about getting sex, it was more than that with Dean. I felt a closeness to him I'd never felt before with anyone. He understood me and didn't judge me like a lot of people I met in this life.

My core was pulsating with the need to feel him inside me, and I sat up, looking directly into his lust blown eyes as I removed my tank top and threw it to the floor. He groaned at the sight of my breasts and reached out to squeeze and pinch my hardened nipples. My head fell back as pleasure coursed through me at his touch and I rotated my hips, grinding myself onto his thinly covered rock, hard cock.

He sat up with me still in his lap, his mouth wrapping around my nipple and sucking, before moving to the other. His hands ran up my back and pressed me close to him, his lips moving up my neck, nibbling and licking my skin.

"Dean...I need you..." I moaned as he nibbled my ear lobe, his breath hot against my skin.

He pulled away and looked at me, his eyes black with lust before kissing me again, his fingers dancing along my spine before hooking his fingers under the elastic of my panties and ripping them from my body. I gasped at his eagerness, smiling against his lips as he lifted us both up slightly to remove his own underwear.

I felt his cock slide between my folds and I moaned again, pushing him back down onto the bed. Gripping him, I pumped him a couple of times before I lined him up to my soaked pussy and sunk down onto him, letting out the breath I was holding. We stayed still for a moment, both of us breathing heavily before I started to move, my hands resting on his chest as I rode him slowly.

His hands gripped my hips so tight, I knew I'd have bruises there in the morning but I didn't care, he felt amazing. He started to meet me thrust for thrust and I leaned back, my hands shifting to rest on his thighs as I arched my back, letting my head fall back, my hair falling over my shoulders like a waterfall.

Droplets of sweat ran down the middle of my chest as I continued to ride him, our moans filling the room as we both chased our orgasm. He moved one of his hands from my waist and began to circle my clit with his fingers. "Oh...Dean..." I moaned loudly as I quickened my pace, my orgasm was so close, I could feel the coil in my stomach tightening, his hard dick hitting my sweet spot perfectly.

"I'm gonna..." he groaned, thrusting up harder.

I sat forwards, leaning down to kiss him as he pounded up into me and the coil snapped, white hot pleasure coursing through me as I pulsated around him, milking him through his own orgasm.

His arms wrapped around me, keeping me flush to his chest as he groaned, his thrusts stuttering slightly before stilling. He peppered kisses over my face and I giggled, before slowly lifting myself up off him and lying on my side to face him.

"Well, that was..."

"Amazing." I finished, smiling at him.

He reached over and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. "We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow, we should get some sleep."

Nodding again, my eyes were already closed. I rested my head on his shoulder, his scent enveloping me and I sighed happily as I snuggled up to him, letting sleep overtake me.

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Chapter Thirteen

"Wow."

I was stunned as Freckles caught me up on their lives so far and past hunting career. "Your lives are like one really fucked up TV show."

"You're telling us," he chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. "We did actually go to an alternative universe where we were actors in a show called Supernatural."

"And where is this angel Castiel?" I asked, "he sounds dreamy."

Freckles frowned. "Dreamy, huh?"

I laughed and reached over to pat his hand. "Don't worry Freckles, you're still a decent piece of eye candy."

He blushed and it made me laugh again. Sam looked between us and smiled.

"He's probably in heaven. After the fall and now that God and his sister have disappeared, there's a lot of rebuilding to do."

Shaking my head, I couldn't quite believe everything that they had told me about their lives. "It's so unreal to me that God is actually real. And that he has a sister." I frowned, "I have so many questions..."

"He wouldn't answer them," Freckles told me. "He hasn't been present in heaven or earth for a long time."

Why did that not surprise me, I thought, memories of Ava flashing through my mind. Why would he allow something like that to happen? An innocent 12 year old girl taken and changed into a vampire? Her entire life was taken from her.

Sam looked over at me. "Can you tell us more of what happened that night? What are we looking for?"

I stared at him for a moment, not wanting to relive that moment but knowing I had to if I wanted this to stop. "It was a normal night. The road was empty; no other cars passed us in either direction. Ava saw the body on the road first, and so I stopped. I told her to stay in the car and dial 911 while I checked the body. She was so scared. He looked dead and so I was about to go back to the car when I heard smashing glass." My eyes filled with tears as I remember what happened. "Three vamps had dragged her out of the car. I tried to get to her but the body was a vamp and he grabbed me from behind. He bit me," I let out a sob, "I could hear her crying out for me, and I...I...couldn't do anything. I was so weak after he had drank from me and all I could do was watch as he knocked her out and took her away, letting the others feed off me. I tried to get to her...I tried so hard but...but I...it was too much and I was so weak..."

Freckles had come up to me, squatting down in front of me and taking my hands in his. I looked down at him, my eyes swimming with tears. "That was the last time I saw her before...I had thought she was dead. I didn't know they would turn her...and when I finally saw her again..." I shook my head. "I thought I was dreaming. For a minute I was so happy, so happy that she was alive. I didn't realise that she hadn't aged a day, that the vamps around me listened to her and her only. It had been 4 years since I'd last seen her. All I wanted to do was hug her. But then she showed me who she really was and to say I was shocked is an understatement. I nearly died that night, only just escaping with my life. And ever since then, I started to follow them, trying to kill the nest but never being able to."

Freckles squeezed my hands again before standing and pulling me up into a tight hug. My tears fell freely as I sobbed into his chest.

"Ssshhh, it's ok, I'm here."

I sniffed and wiped my eyes before looking up at him. "Thank you."

He smiled down at me, his green eyes sparkling. I knew I was attracted to him, wanting nothing more than to reach up and cup his face before kissing him. But I also knew this was the wrong time and place to do something about it.

"This isn't going to be easy," Sam said, leaning back in his chair and looking at me. "As you said, she's your daughter whether she's a monster or not. Are you going to be able to do what needs to be done?"

What needs to be done? I knew what needed to be done. She needed to die and that meant I'd have to cut her head off. Could I do it though, that was the real question. "In all honestly, I don't know. She knows my weakness is her, and up until now, she knows I can't kill her which makes her incredibly dangerous. The longer she lives, the more people die."

He nodded and stood up. "We need supplies before we head out there. And some rest. If we leave tomorrow morning, we should get to where it all started within the day."

Freckles looked at me, his brows rising. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"No." I shook my head, "but I know I have to. It's time for it all to end."

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Chapter Twelve

Swinging open my bedroom door, I rushed down the corridor into the library. "Guys, I think I've found something!"

They both looked up at me and I sat in between them, placing my laptop on the table. "I've been checking and rechecking towns I thought the nest would travel through, but also keeping an eye on any kind of reports similar to their signature." I pulled out my map that I was using to track them and flattened it out on the table. "They always seem to follow a straight path, taking victims from each town for food and to turn into newbies. But the last few weeks there has been no activity."

Freckles looked down at the map. "Ok, what have you found?"

I pointed at the map. "They seem to be circling back to where it all started. To where I nearly died and they took Ava." I pulled the laptop over. "There have been no reports of missing people but there have been reports of cattle deaths and mutilations. I didn't think anything of it at first because they always stick to drinking human blood but if they wanted to stay off the radar..."

"Then drinking cattle blood wouldn't catch our attention," Sam finished as he looked closer at the reports.

"When I checked it again though, it turns out there were missing people, only it was only one or two at a time and they were either homeless or they were runaways." I looked at them both. "This is what they started to do when I first started to track them. I should have noticed it right away but because no one reported them as missing until days or weeks later, I missed it."

Sam looked over at the laptop and then down at the map. "Where do you think they are now?"

I pointed at the map again. "Not too far away from where I was ambushed, I think. At least two towns away," Sitting down, I closed my laptop. "If we leave now, then we can get to them before they start killing more people. We can get the jump on them and finish this."

Freckles frowned. "Are you ready for that? Knowing you have to kill...can you do it?"

I frowned back at him and shrugged. "I know what I have to do. I know I have to kill her. If I can? Honestly? I don't know. What I do know though, is that we can't let them keep killing innocent people. The more people that die, the more that's on me for not being able to finish this sooner."

"We get it, we do," Sam said, "but this is you're daughter we're talking about. How many chances have you had already to take her out and you couldn't. What's so different now?"

Sighing, my brows furrowed. I knew what he meant. Every chance I'd had to kill her, I'd failed, so what was different now? I didn't know if I would be able to kill her, the liklihood being that I wouldn't be able to. "I know I probably won't be able to kill her. Despite her being a monster, she's still my little girl." Tears spilled from my eyes and I swiped them away, "but I know that you both have my back. And I'm trusting that one of you will be able to do what I can't."

They both looked at each other. They knew how hard this was for me, for me to finally admit to myself that I couldn't do what was needed, I couldn't kill my daughter. And that trusting them to do this was a big thing for me.

"Are you sure?" Freckles asked, reaching across and taking a hold of my hand, squeezing it gently. "This is a big step for you, and we both know how hard this is."

"This needs to end before more people get hurt." I said sadly. "I'm never going to get her back. My little girl died a long time ago and I have to come to terms with that. It's time for this to end."

Freckles smiled at me. "Ok." He looked down at the map again. "You said that they seem to be going back to where it all started, to where they took her from you. Whereabouts was that?"

I pointed to a specific place on the map. "Here. It was a long stretch of road surrounded by forest. I'm assuming the nest had somewhere close by to lay low, where they took Ava. I never went back there after what happened. By the time I woke up from my coma, they had already stopped looking for her."

Sam pulled the map towards him, looking at where I'd pointed. "Look, there is quite a large piece of land not too far away from where you were found," he grabbed my laptop and started typing, turning it around to show us what he'd found. "Get this, the land looks abandoned, a house right in the middle."

"How did I not know this?" I said in disbelief. "No one ever told me there was a house nearby. That will be where they are headed. And if they are turning those missing people into vamps, then it will be harder to get to the main nest."

"Why do they keep turning people?" Freckles asked curiously as he looked at the laptop. "Surely making so many new vamps would mean more mouths to feed."

"Newbies tend to be stronger than a average vamp," I explained, "all they want is blood, their senses are in overdrive so they tend to be stronger and harder to kill. So they use them as cannon fodder basically, to keep me from the main nest."

"I remember what it was like, the hunger..." Freckles said so quietly, I almost didn't hear him.

I turned to look at him. "You were a vampire? How...how is that even possible?"

"There is a cure," Sam said, "but it need to be administered quickly before they taste even a single drop of human blood. Otherwise it won't work."

"And it has to be made from the blood of the vamp who turned you," Freckles continued, looking up at me. "I was turned when Sam had no soul..."

My head snapped round to look at Sam. "Wait...what? You had no soul?"

He nodded. "For about a year and a half. It was still in the cage with Lucifer..."

I held my hands up. "You both need to start from the beginning because I'm guessing there is a lot of stuff I need to know about the two of you..."

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Chapter Eleven

After a week of staying in the bunker with the Winchester's, I was starting to feel a little antsy.

There was no sign of the nest, and I guessed that they had probably gone underground for the time being to regroup, especially knowing that I now had help to take them down.

It didn't make me feel any better though, it made me feel guilty as I knew they'd still be killing innocent people to feed on, and possibly turn to increase the size of their nest again, seen as I'd only left a handful alive.

But there were none of the usual signs and nothing showing in the towns I'd predicted they could hit next. It was frustrating and it made me itch for a hunt.

I wandered through the bunker's corridor towards the kitchen, figuring I'd bake some brownies as that had always used to calm me down if I was feeling anxious. I hadn't cooked at all since Ava had been taken, living off hospital food then greasy diner take outs, but being around an actual kitchen inspired me. I rummaged through the cupboards, surprised to see that they actually had all the ingredients I needed and got to work. Soon enough, they were in the oven and the heavenly chocolate smell fill the bunker, bringing a curious Freckles into the kitchen.

"Do I smell brownies?" he asked, leaning on the counter, watching as I washed up.

"Mmmhmm," I murmured as I finished the dishes. I squeezed the excess water out of the dish cloth and wiped down the counters. "Should be ready in about, I'd say 20 minutes."

His eyes widened in excitement, "do we have any ice cream?" he asked, practically jumping on the spot.

Sam walked into the kitchen and inhaled deeply. "Is that brownies?" he asked, looking between me and his brother.

Freckles nodded. "Yep!" He turned back to me. "Ice cream?" I opened the freezer and pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream. "Looks like we do,"

"Yes!" Freckles went to high five Sam, who just looked at him and shook his head.

"No..."

Chuckling, I grabbed some bowls and spoons, placing them in front of Freckles. He looked at me in confusion and shrugged his shoulders. "Lay the table, dumb ass,"

He blushed and grabbed the bowls, placing them onto the table before sitting down. Sam sat in the chair opposite him and they both watched as I continued to putter around the kitchen while they waited for the brownies to cook.

The timer dinged and I opened the oven door, the smell of chocolate filling the kitchen. I put the tray on the bench and grabbed a knife, slicing into the brownies and cutting them into perfect little rectangles.

I could see Freckles drooling already as he sat patiently at the table, and I smiled as I walked over with the hot chocolate goodies, scooping up a couple and putting them in a bowl for him. "Be careful, they are hot."

He nodded and grabbed the ice cream, giving himself a generous scoop before passing it over to Sam, who excepted his brownies from me with a cute, dimpled smile.

Sitting down at the table, I watched as he scooped up a spoonful of brownie and ice cream, blowing on it a little before eating it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned sinfully. "Oh. My. God. These are heavenly."

I blushed and looked down at the table. "I'm glad you like them."

"Seriously Y/n, these are amazing," Sam agreed around his own mouthful.

"Aren't you usually a fruit and veggie type of guy?" I asked, popping a corner piece in my mouth. I had to admit, they were pretty good.

He nodded. "Yeah, but I can make an exception for these."

Freckles had already finished his bowl, chocolate smeared around his mouth. He looked at the rest of the brownies then looked at me. "Can I have another?"

Smiling, I nodded. "Sure, have at it."

He excitedly grabbed another brownie, not even bothering with the ice cream this time and just shoved it all into his mouth.

"Freckles!" I chided him, watching him blush slightly as he chewed. "Where are your manners?"

He swallowed and grinned at me sheepishly. "Sorry. But they are just so good."

"I'm glad you both like them. The last time I baked was when..." I trailed off, my smile fading as I remembered the last time I had baked. It was for Ava's 12th birthday, just a couple of months before she was taken.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, still chewing his brownie. "Did you bake with her a lot?"

I smiled sadly. "Yeah. She used to love it. She always insisted on licking the spoon afterwards," chuckling at the memory, I blinked back my tears. "It's strange. It felt so natural being in this kitchen and baking. I haven't done it for years, but it was like I'd never stopped."

Freckles smiled at me. "Well, we certainly appreciate it. We don't get homemade meals very often."

"Oh, don't be expecting me to become your personal chef, Freckles," I said jokingly.

He held up his hands. "Of course not! I do like to dabble now and again. You should try one of my burgers."

"He can cook surprisingly well for someone who has lived off take out and never stepped foot in a kitchen for most of his life," Sam said as he finished off his brownie, before collecting all the dishes and walking to the sink.

I sat back in my chair and smiled. "I do love a good burger." Watching as they cleaned up, I felt at ease sitting here. Like I finally belonged somewhere, somewhere I wasn't judged but appreciated. I knew I had a long way to go in forgiving myself for what had happened but it felt like I had family again.

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Chapter Ten

I followed Freckles through the heavy metal doors, my eyes widening as I looked over the railing. The place was huge!

I heard him chuckle. "It gets better. We have a garage full of classic cars, a library full of lore books, a dungeon..."

My head snapped around to look at him, my brows rising. "A dungeon?"

"Yep. With chains and everything," he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I laughed. "Now, I gotta see that!"

Sam came up behind me, his large frame making me jump a little.

"Sorry," he said before walking down the stairs.

I followed them both into the library and I gasped at the sight of all the books on the shelves. "Oh my god, how do you ever leave here?"

Freckles groaned. "You're not a nerd like Sammy, are you?"

"Definitely," I murmured, not really paying much attention to him as I walked past the shelves, my fingers running over the spines. I took in a deep breath, inhaling that musty, old book smell. "I'm in heaven."

Sam smiled. "We've got the lore on practically every monster you could think of. And we found out how to cure a demon..."

I looked over at him, my eyes wide. "No way? Cure a demon?"

He nodded and sat down. "It works too. We cured Dean not too long ago."

I turned to look at Freckles, who was looking at his brother with a frown on his face. "You were a demon?"

His frown deepened. "Only for a little while. It's a long story."

"Wow. I've heard the stories about you two but I never knew that. I'd always thought they were a little exaggerated but I'm guessing that most of them are true?" I asked, intrigued, my brows rising.

Freckles sat next to his brother. "What kind of stories?"

"Let's see," I leaned back in my chair, "I've heard you've both died, more than once,"

Sam nodded. "Dean has died more times than I have," he looked over at him, "remember the Trickster, aka Gabriel?"

Freckles leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the table. "How can I forget? How many Tuesday's did you live through?"

Sam shuddered. "More than enough."

I looked between the two of them. They were definitely interesting. I'd never believed any of the stories I'd heard from other hunters, but now, I guessed that they were probably all true. "You've saved the world?"

Freckles held up his fingers. "At least twice,"

I smirked at them. "And here I was thinking you were both a couple of incompetent hunters, getting caught by a few vamps."

Sam leaned forward. He was warming up to Y/n. She did seem to be a bit in your face and abrupt, but with reason. He'd read about what had happened to her and her daughter, and he could understand why she was the way she was. And he could also see how much his brother was enthralled by her. "It's not everyday you see a nest that big."

My smile dropped a little. "Yeah, that's true."

Freckles put his feet down and reached forward to touch my hand. I looked up at him with glassy eyes. "Do you want to tell us about that night? It might help us later on when we track the nest..."

I blinked back my tears and took in a deep breath. "It had been a long day. We were supposed to have left in the early afternoon to drive to my parent's but stuff kept coming up and we didn't leave until the early evening. We were both tired but I had insisted on driving straight there, hoping to get to my parent's a little bit quicker. We were halfway there when I saw something on the road and stopped." Tears fell freely down my face and I let out a sob. "I should have kept on driving. If I had, then she'd still be with me."

I could feel both boys staring at me and I stood up, wiping the tears from my face with the back of my hand.

"You couldn't have known what was going to happen," Freckles said gently, watching me as I began to pace the room.

"Dean's right," Sam agreed, "you did what you thought was right. You stopped to help someone you thought needed help, you shouldn't blame yourself."

"Of course I blame myself!" I yelled before slumping back into the chair and hanging my head in my hands. "I should have known something was wrong when I got out of the car. We were driving in the middle of nowhere and we just happened to come across a body? There had been no traffic going either way for the whole time we'd been driving!" I took in a shaky breath and looked at them both, "in a matter of minutes, my whole world was gone. I told Ava to lock the doors behind me and call 911 while I checked out the body. She was so scared. I didn't know there was three more of them hiding until I heard her screaming." Tears started to flow freely and I didn't bother wiping them away. "Everyday I wake up and for a split second, everything is normal. Then it hits me like a freight train and I remember she's gone. And my world comes crashing down all over again. I should have taken a different route, or waited until the morning. I was in such a rush to get there...I watched as those monsters took my daughter away and I didn't do a thing to help her."

Freckles stood up and walked over to me, squatting down to face me. "You had three vamps on you, sucking the life out of you. You were found barely alive Y/n. None of this is your fault."

He sat in the chair next to me and pulled me into a tight hug and I completely broke down, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest as he rubbed my back soothingly. "It's ok, let it out sweetheart."

Once I'd started, I couldn't stop. I could feel his arms tighten around me and I gripped the front of his shirt tightly as I tried to calm myself down. "I could...I could have ended this more than once," I said quietly, sniffing as I moved away from Freckles and looked up into his mossy green eyes. "I should have ended this long ago. But every time I see her, every time I get close, I just can't do it. I can't kill my little girl. All the people she's killed, that's on me." I sat up fully and took in a deep breath, wiping away the tears from my eyes. "Do you know what it feels like to be unable to grieve for someone you've lost? No body to bury, no headstone to visit. Knowing that she's still here, albeit a monster, but still my little girl. How do I get over something like that? How do I grieve for someone who is technically still alive?"

Freckles held onto my hand, squeezing it gently as we all sat in silence. I could tell they were both shocked at my story, but every hunter had a story, right? Of how they got into hunting in the first place. "How did you both get into hunting?" I asked quietly.

Freckles scooted his chair closer to me, keeping a hold of my hand. It felt nice, having contact with someone who didn't want to kill me.

"Our dad," he said, "we grew up in the life after a demon killed our mom."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Sam smiled sadly. "It's ok. But we both know what it's like to want revenge. It can be debillertating and frustrating. But we are here to help you now."

I nodded, squeezing Freckle's hand. "Thank you both."

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Chapter Nine

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Dean looked down at Y/n in his lap, stroking her hair out of her face gently. What the hell was going on? Was that really her daughter he saw drinking her blood? "Sam?" he said quietly, not wanting to disturb her. "Did you..."

Sam gripped the steering wheel tightly and nodded his head. "Yeah, I saw her too." He sighed. He couldn't even imagine the pain she was in knowing what they had done to her daughter. "How is she doing?"

Dean looked down at her again. "She's lost a little blood but otherwise ok, I think,"

The car filled with silence for a minute as Sam drove, until he cleared his throat. "This is bad, Dean. Really bad."

He frowned, his mind filling with the image of the little girl attached to Y/n's neck. He still couldn't quite believe what he had saw, her own daughter a vampire. "I know. We need to get her back to the motel and clean her up."

It didn't take them long to get back to the motel, Sam driving as fast as he could without them getting pulled over. He quickly parked up outside their room and climbed out before opening the passenger door to help Dean climb out with a still unconscious Y/n in his arms.

"Let's take her to our room for now so we can keep an eye on her."

Sam nodded and they quickly walked to their room, gently placing her on Dean's bed. He raised his chin at Sam and nodded towards the door, walking back outside. He kept the door open just enough to keep an eye on her.

"What the hell are we going to do?" he asked his brother, who had followed him back outside, shock and disbelief evident in his voice. "You saw what I saw, right? I wasn't imagining it?"

Sam shook his head. "I saw her. I don't know, we've never dealt with anything like this before." He looked through the door at her. It was probably the only time she felt peace, when she was sleeping, he thought sadly before looking back at his brother. "I did look into her background. She was a single mother, working as a teacher in their local school. By the looks of things, she was well liked by her colleagues and friends. Her family lived a couple of states away and that was where they were headed, to her parent's house. She was found barely alive, mumbling her daughter's name, and had lost a lot of blood."

"The vamps," Dean mumbled, frowning at the thought of what they did to her and her daughter.

Sam nodded. "She had lost so much blood, she was placed in a medically induced coma to let her body recover. She received a few blood transfusions as well. The search for her daughter continued while she was in the hospital but they found nothing."

"Nothing? Nothing at all? That's unusual."

"They didn't find a shoe, piece of clothing, anything. Not even a single drop of blood. Only her cell phone, which was on the floor int he back of the car, with 911 being the last number she dialled. So they stopped looking. Y/n woke up and was told her daughter was gone, that they had stopped looking and she was presumed dead. She had nothing to bury, no body to grieve over. It was like her daughter didn't exist."

Dean sighed. No wonder she wanted revenge. Those vamps had taken everything she loved away from her, and turned her daughter into a monster.

"Ava..."

They both turned to the sound of Y/n's voice and walked back into the room. Her face was screwed up as she moved her head from side to side.

"Ava...please..."

Dean sat down next to her and gently touched her arm. "Y/n, it's just a dream sweetheart..."

Her eyes flew wide open and she shot up, falling off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud as she pulled away from Dean, her breath ragged.

He raised his arms. "Hey, hey, it's ok,"

She looked between the two of them, scrambling backwards on the floor until her back hit the other bed. "Fr...Freckles..."

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Y/npov

He grinned at me as he extended his hand for me to grab, pulling me up off the floor and back onto the bed beside him.

I winced and brought my hand up to my neck before looking at the blood on my hand. My eyes widened again and I looked at Freckles then over at Sam, who had sat down at the table, both of them looking at me like I'd just lost a puppy. Realisation dawned on me and I sighed. "You saw her..."

They both nodded. Freckles squeezed my hand gently and I looked down, ashamed and embarrassed that they had found out my secret. "It's not what you think..." I trailed off, unable to explain even to myself the situation we were now in.

Sam cleared his throat and I looked up. "We aren't here to judge you Y/n," he said softly, "our offer to help still stands and I think you need us more than you want to admit. But you need to tell us the whole story because what we saw..."

"We've never seen anything like it before." Freckles finished off. "Vamps don't tend to turn little girls."

I stayed silent for a minute, trying to get my thoughts in order. I knew they were right and it was killing me that they knew it too. I did need their help, I couldn't do this alone, tonight proved that. Looking up, I sighed, "you're right." I said quietly. "I do need your help." Before wither of them could say anything, I stood up and walked to the door. "Thank you for saving me. I promise, I will tell you everything but right now, I need...I need to think...I need to be alone for a little while..."

I opened the door and quickly left the room, rushing over to my room and shutting the door behind me. My back hit the door and I slowly slid to the floor, covering my face with my hands as I sobbed.

What was I doing?

I stood up and walked to the bathroom, looking at myself in the dirty motel mirror and sighed. My skin was red and splotchy, my eyes swollen and red from crying. Tilting my head, I gingerly reached up to touch the bite mark on my neck left there by my daughter.

I felt embarrassed and a little pathetic that I broke down in front of the Winchester's. They knew the truth now, that my daughter was a monster and that I couldn't kill her. That I was essentially responsible for the deaths of hundreds of innocent people that she, and the rest of the nest had kill over the years. The slight relief I felt that they knew was overcome by the immense guilt I felt foe not being able to kill her.

Shaking my head, I splashed cold water on my face and grabbed a towel, patting it dry gently.

A soft knock on my door interrupted my thoughts and I walked over, looking through the peephole to see Freckles standing there. I ran my hands through my hair, took in a deep breath and opened the door, offering him a small smile. "Hey,"

He smiled back. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I ushered him into my room and closed the door. "Embarrassed. Tired." I sat down on my bed, watching as he walked over to the table and sat down. "Feeling a bit stupid to be fair. Believing my own hype that I could do this alone and that I didn't need any help from anybody. I've known for a while that I couldn't kill her but I just couldn't admit it to myself." My eyes filled with tears again and I blinked them back, refusing to let my emotions get the best of me again.

Dean smiled sympathetically. "Look, I can't even begin to know what you've been through and how your feeling right now. But we are here to help you however we can. We have a place not too far from here, somewhere we can regroup and figure out our next move. You're more than welcome to come back with us." He looked around the dingy room. "It's a lot nicer than staying here, plus it's free." He said with a shrug.

I looked at him. He seemed sincere and the offer of a free room that was better than this dingy shit hole was extremely tempting. "I don't know..."

He held his hands up. "Y/n. If we're going to help you then we all need to be together in this. You know their patterns and behaviour, we can help you end this."

I knew he was right and I nodded. "Ok." I said softly, looking down at the floor for a beat before looking back up at him.

He smiled at me. "Good."

We sat there in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. I felt relieved that I now had help taking down the rest of the vamps, though I was uneasy about what was going to happen with my daughter.

"You know, she'd have turned 18 years old this year." I said sadly, thinking about how much I missed her. "She wanted to do so much. She loved animals, cats especially. She wanted to save them all from neglect and show them what it felt like to be loved."

Freckles stood up and sat next to me on the bed. "Did you have any pets?"

I nodded. "Yeah, we had three dogs and two cats. They loved her just as much as she loved them." I laughed softly, remembering the way she would light up whenever she was around animals. "She was forever bringing home strays. I had to draw a line at keeping them all though, which she would have happily done."

"I'm not much of an animal fan. Sam though, he was like that. He used to beg our dad for a dog all the time but we travelled too much to have a pet."

"Ava's dad wasn't really into animals either. I never really had any pets until after he left."

We fell into a comfortable silence again for a few seconds. It was strange how comforting being around Freckles was.

"He was my first love," I began to talk, feeling like I needed to get this off my chest.

He turned to me. "You don't have to tell me,"

"I know. I want to." I said, watching as he grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. "We were together for 10 years, married for the last two before I fell pregnant. We'd talked about it for months, agreeing for me to stop taking my birth control and I fell pregnant pretty quickly. It wasn't until my third trimester I started to notice him being distant with me, working late and barely home." I shook my head and let out a humourless laugh. "But I put my paranoia down to pregnancy hormones and stress about giving birth. Turns out I was right though. He'd started an affair with his secretary at work not that long after I found out I was pregnant and left me 6 months after I gave birth to our daughter, leaving me with a mortgage I couldn't afford, no money and a new baby. Left me a not telling me he wasn't cut out to be a husband and father and that he didn't love me anymore. My whole world fell apart and I was broken. I didn't understand how he could do that to me after all we had planned." I wiped away a stray tear from my eye, reaching into my jeans pocket and pulling out a small photo I always kept with me. "But I had a baby to care for," I showed the photo to Freckles, watching me to smile.

"She is beautiful," he said as he looked at the picture of myself holding Ava as an infant.

"It was hard being by myself with a baby, but my parents helped out when she was little so I could go back to work. After a while it got easier and we managed to get things back on track. I sold the house to move somewhere smaller, I got a promotion and things were looking good." I smiled sadly. "My decision to drive that night cost me my family. I lost everything in a matter of minutes. I should have died that night and I often wonder sometimes why I didn't. Why I survived and my daughter didn't. Why they took her and not me."

"They saw an opportunity and they took it." Freckles said, keeping a hold of my hand. "I was talking about it with Sam and we think we know why they changed her. She's a perfect lure. Who wouldn't help a little girl in need? That's why they kept her alive, that's why they changed her, and that's why she's now the big boss. She keeps the nest fed. Without her, they probably would have all been killed by now."

"I know. And I know that she isn't really my daughter anymore but whenever I see her, I just want her back. I'd give anything to hug her, to hear her complain that I'm embarrassing her. But I know that will never happen. I know I need to kill her but what happens when she's gone? What do I do? This hunt is the only thing that has been keeping me alive all these years."

"You grieve. You cry. You eventually start living your life again. It will be hard, but you'll persevere. You'll have good days and you'll have bad days. But you'll never forget her. She will always be a part of you."

I looked into his emerald eyes. I knew he was right, but it was still hard. The thought of having to cut off my daughter's head scared me, made me feel physically sick and I didn't know if I would ever be able to do it.

But knowing that I had the Winchester's at my back made me feel a little better, knowing that hopefully, this would finally be over and I could put my baby to rest.

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Chapter Eight

"Ava!"

I ran through the trees, branches whipping at my face and body as I searched for my daughter. It was pitch black and I could barely see what was in front of me, wincing in pain every time a branch scratched me.

"Ava, where are you?"

I stopped running and bent over to catch my breath. Why couldn't I find her? I had to find her, I had to save her...

"Mommy!"

My head shot up. "Ava!"

"Mommy, help me!"

I started to run again, following the sound of her voice. "I'm coming baby,". It was like I was running in circles, the same trees passing me by, her voice fading in and out and I fell to the ground sobbing.

"Mommy."

I looked up and saw her looking down at me and she smiled, deep red blood dripping from her eyes and mouth.

"Mommy, why didn't you help me?"

I stared at her in horror, unable to move. "Ava...baby, I'm...I'm s...sorry..."

She reached down and grabbed my arm, her dirty finger nails digging into my flesh. "You should have saved me..." her smile widened, blood dripping from her mouth onto me. "You left me to die...now it's your turn..."

She raised her free hand and grabbed my neck, squeezing tighter and tighter until...

My eyes shot open and I gasped for air, sweat beading on my forehead.

"Well, look who's finally awake."

I turned towards the voice and tried to move, only to find myself strapped down tightly to a chair.

"You're going to regret coming here."

Looking up slowly, my eyes met his; the vampire who took my daughter. Anger bristled underneath my skin and I narrowed my eyes. "You think this will stop me?" I said quietly, never breaking eye contact. "I will kill you all."

He stared at me for a minute before roaring with laughter. The vamps surrounding him looked at each other before laughing along with him. "You're pretty confident for someone who is about to die."

I struggled against the restraints holding me to the chair while they all laughed, testing how tight they actually were. I had to give them their due; I was tied pretty tight. Maybe they'd actually learned a thing or two from the last time I'd killed half of their nest. I honestly didn't know how I was going to get out of this one. "You know this won't hold me for long."

He stopped laughing and smirked. "It'll hold until they get here. The boss is waiting to see you."

I stopped struggling and looked up at him with wide eyes. "They're here?"

Hight pitched laughter echoed through the house. His smile widened and I knew he could hear how fast my heart was beating. He knew I was terrified.

This couldn't be happening. This wasn't supposed to happen like this! I started to struggle against the restraints again, wincing as the rope rubbed against my skin. I had to get out of here before they...

"Master,"

I froze, tears beginning to prickle my eyes and I furiously blinked them back. No. I couldn't cry, I refused to let them see how scared I really was.

The vamps around me bowed their heads as their boss walked into the room, murmuring their appreciation.

"Mommy,"

My eyes widened as I watched her walk towards me. "No, no..."

She skipped over to me and sat on my knee, wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me in an unwanted hug. "Oh mommy, I've missed you."

I shook my head, struggling to get away from her but the restraints kept me stuck to the chair. "No...you are not my daughter. Not anymore,"

She gasped dramatically and stood up to face me, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's not a very nice thing to say to me, mommy. I've waited so long to see you."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. She hadn't aged since I'd last saw her; her black hair spilling over her shoulders, a red ribbon tied in a bow sitting on top of her head. Her skin was pale and her blue eyes sparkled with humour and it was disarming. I knew what she was, what they had turned her into but she was still my baby girl. Tears filled my eyes and I tried to blink them back. Seeing her after all this time...I knew in that instant I wasn't ready.

And she knew it too.

She smirked as she walked back over to me slowly, coming behind me and resting her small hands on my shoulders. I shuddered under her touch and closed my eyes, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from sobbing.

"All this time chasing us, killing my nest, my family...that's not very nice at all, is it mommy?" she murmured into my ear, before hissing and sinking her teeth into my neck.

I cried out in pain, struggling against her solid grip on me before loud noises interrupted us both. I opened my eyes just in time to see a vamps head roll across the floor and stop a few inches away from where I was restrained. Looking up, I saw Freckles standing in the doorway, his machete raised high and covered in blood.

"Y/n! I..."

He stopped mid sentence when he saw Ava behind me, confusion then realisation and shock evident on his handsome face.

She ripped her teeth from my neck, her mouth covered in my blood and hissed at Freckles as she took a small step back. "No!"

He looked between us both, not quite knowing what to do. I heard more scuffling and fighting in the other room, jumping in surprise when Sam flew through the doorway, three vamps on his trail.

"Dean! A little help?"

Freckles shook his head and jumped into the fight, taking a few punches to the body before easily slicing off one vamps head before working with his brother to kill the other two.

I struggled to get free, acutely aware that Ava was still behind me, but blood loss made me dizzy. Turning my head, I watched as she was pulled away from the fight by a couple of her cronies, making sure their master was safe. We looked at each other for a second and I swore I saw my Ava for a second before she smirked and blew me a kiss as she disappeared into the night.

Freckles rushed over to me, leaving Sam to kill the last vamp, and I titled my head towards him, looking up into his green eyes. "Hey, hey, Y/n...you're ok. Let's get you out of here," he nodded at his brother, "Sam, untie her hands,"

I nodded weakly as I watched them untie me and Freckles scooped me up into his arms. "Freckles..." I murmured quietly as my arms wrapped around his neck and I rested my head on his shoulder. "I said...I'd shoot you..." I trailed off.

He chuckled softly. "You can decide on if you still want to shoot me when we get out of here,"

Cold air hit me as he carried me outside and I shivered. "Thank...thank you..."

I heard a car door open and he bent down, sliding himself into the back seat carefully while keeping me in his arms. He smelt like vanilla, coffee and whiskey and I inhaled deeply.

I felt him squeeze me softly. "It's ok sweetheart. I've got you."

I heard a car door slam and the engine turn over before it sped away from the house. I felt weak and I sighed into Freckles' neck as he held me to him tightly, stroking my hair with his fingers and murmuring to me that I was ok.

Darkness clouded my vision and I welcomed it, letting Freckles' warmth and reassurances comfort me as I fell.

[waywardgoddess666]

Masterlist

Here is a masterlist of my one shots and series.

One Shots

Quiet Please

Playtime

We Know

Series

Missing - After coming back from hell, Dean realises he forgot about the woman he loved. After finding out she’s been missing for nearly a year, they race against time to save her.

Chapter One  Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six   Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine  Chapter Ten

A Simple Plan - Even simple plans can go awry when hunting with the Winchester’s…

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen

Unrequited - The most terrible loneliness is in loving someone completely, deeply, and without reserve; and knowing that you are not loved that way in return.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twentyone Chapter Twentytwo Chapter Twentythree Chapter Twentyfour Chapter Twentyfive Chapter Twentysix Chapter Twentyseven Chapter Twentyeight Chapter Twentynine Chapter Thirty

Unrequited (Alternative Ending) - An alternative ending to the original fic.

Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen

Broken - Tracking the vamp who left her for dead and took her daughter, Y/n’s need for revenge is the only thing keeping her alive. After running into the Winchester’s, will she accept their offer of help before it’s too late?

Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven