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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

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Rose Coloured Glasses - Part 14

A/N - OMG its been a while.... again!! Im so sorry i promise i’ll try to update quicker. 💕💕

Having no work meant i had no reason to wake up early....i slept in until 10am then went downstairs to grab some cereal and a cup of tea which i took out into the backyard being as it was a nice day out.

Andy had text me just before 9am saying good morning, so i quickly shot a message back to him. I checked my emails and quickly scrolled through the news before deciding to go shower and start my day of doing absolutely nothing!

The day had been dragging so bad, i had already cleaned the house top to bottom and done the washing etc and it was barely lunchtime! I never thought id say this but i missed work.

It was nearing 10pm when i heard my front door being unlocked, i had a sudden rush of fear until i remembered i gave Andy my spare key.

"Hey" he said quietly as he dumped his coat on the arm chair. I looked up from where i was laying on the sofa watching some cooking show.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Tired" he scoffed before climbing onto the sofa squeezing in behind me so he could hold me close.

"How'd your meeting go with Joanna?" I asked stroking my fingers up and down his arm.

"Erghh" he moaned as he buried his face in my neck.

"That good huh?"

"Jake told us Ben had been bullying him, thats why he didn't tell anyone when he found his body. He thought he'd get the blame.... then Laurie brought up the stuff about my dad....Jacobs now pissed at me for lying to him"

"He'll get over it, he's probably just lashing out...."

"Maybe" Andy nodded "then i went to talk to Duffy, i needed to know if they were still looking into Patz.... i asked her if she could get me a copy of his file"

"She gonna help?"

"I dont think so. I thought we were friends you know? But turns out she didnt agree with me" he said sadly.

"Really? I thought you guys we're friends"

"Apparently we're just work colleagues"

"Im sorry you've had a crappy day" i turned to press a kiss to his lips and he smiled down at me.

"Its getting better now"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah"

"You eaten? I could make you something..."

"Not since lunch, but i'm good i just want to hold you" he mumbled with his head buried in my neck, a loud rumble from his stomach made us both laugh.

"Okay so maybe i'm a little hungry"

"I'll go make us something" i chuckled as i slipped from his arms and headed to the kitchen.

"You're the best, i love you" he called out making me turn to him with a smile.

"I love you too".

Over the next few weeks Andy and Laurie tried to make Jacobs home life as normal as possible. They hired him a tutor, his 2nd grade teacher who had now retired....It had kept Jacob occupied.

When he wasn't working on school work he would be in his room playing computer games.

I had been spending a lot of time at the Barber house after Andy told me he felt better with me around, i also became good friends with Laurie. We'd often make lunch and evening meals together before Andy would drive me home. He would sometime stays the night if he didnt have to be anywhere early, It was nice just to have some alone time with him.

Laurie had decided to go back to work today so i had offered to help Andy get dinner ready. We were nearly finished with everything when Andy noticed the time.

"Laurie's usually home by now, i hope her day went okay" Andy said quietly as he wiped off his hands.

"Maybe she just had a lot to catch up on, she's been away for a while"

"Yeah maybe, i'm just gonna go check on Jake. You okay here for a few minutes?"

"Im fine, go" i chuckled shaking my head. Andy pressed a quick kiss to my lips and headed upstairs to check on Jacob. After a few minutes i heard Andy come back downstairs and head out to the front porch, Jacob came into the kitchen giving me a quick smile.

"My dad said to help set the table"

"Thats great, this is nearly ready" i smiled at him, Jacob had been a bit quiet around me when we first met but he was more comfortable around me now.

"You okay?" I asked noticing that he seemed a little moody.

"Yeah, its just my dad...."

"Oh no, what did he do?"

"Got pissed at me for playing video games online"

"He's just looking out for you Jake, he knows how all this works. What they look into, the things that can go against you. I know you probably think he's being over the top but he just wants to protect you"

"I know, it just sucks" he said sadly.

While Jacob set the table Laurie came rushing in.

"Hey mom" Jacob greeted her with a smile.

"I'll be right there" she replied before rushing upstairs. Jacob shrugged and continued to set out plates.

When Andy didn't come back inside i went looking for him, Laurie had come back downstairs looking like she had been crying... what was going on?

As i walked outback to the yard i saw Andy standing in front of the garage door.

"MURDERER ROT IN HELL" had been spray painted in huge black letters.

"Oh my god...." i gasped holding a hand over my mouth, no wonder Laurie had been upset "Jesus christ Andy....."

"Im so sick of this shit" Andy mumbled under his breath as he tried to scrub off the hateful words.

"Have you got another brush, i'll help"

"You don't have to....."

"I want to" i smiled up at him, Andy pressed a quick kiss to my lips and then went to find an extra brush. We scrubbed for what seemed like hours and we still couldn't get it off, the letters faded to a dull grey but you could still see what it said.... at least it wasn't as visible to anyone passing by on the street now though.

I reheated some dinner for me and Andy and we sat down to eat together, Jake had gone up to his room like usual and Laurie had gone up to bed to read (i think she just wanted to be alone).

"Laurie seemed like she was struggling with everything today" i said quietly to Andy taking a mouthful of my beer, he nodded slowly picking up his own beer.

"Yeah, she was told not to go back to work..... they can't risk being associated with her"

"Thats rough, that would have been a great distraction for her for a few hours"

"It would have been good for her but i get why they done it. This whole thing with Jacob hasn't just ruined his life....."

"I know" i reached over taking Andy's hand "but you're handling it great"

Andy scoffed looking at me with a smirk.

"Im a mess....."

"You're not a mess, you're strong for Laurie and Jake, you support them through all this bad shit"

"Then i fall apart when i'm with you" he scoffed.

"But thats okay, they don't need to know that and i don't mind..... i'm here for you"

"I love you"

"I love you too" i smiled before taking a another mouthful of my beer "so, what was in the file...." i pointed my bottle towards a file Andy had placed on the table.

"Duffy came through on that Patz file" he cracked a smile.

"She did?..... huh maybe you guys are friends after all".

"Maybe".

The following day Andy and Laurie were meeting with a specialist in genetic inheritance and behaviour to discuss Jacob, Joanna had suggested it was a good idea just incase they tried to use everything with Andy's father against Jake. While they were gone i stayed with Jacob at the house while his tutor came by. I was sat on the sofa watching a rerun of Friends to pass the time when my phone vibrated in my pocket. When i looked at who was calling i was surprised to see who it was.... Frank.

"Hello?" I answered quietly so i didn't disturb Jacobs lesson.

"Hey beautiful, how are you?"

"Im good... how are you?" I hated how his voice still gave me butterflies!!

"Not too great, i miss you"

"Frank....."

"I know, i know. You're with Andy now.... i... i missed my chance...."

"Frank are you wasted?" I asked catching the sound of his slurring.

"No baby of course not"

I sighed shaking my head, if he hadn't been drinking that must mean he was high.

"Look i cant talk right now...."

"Can i call you later?"

"Im not sure thats such a good idea"

"Please? i just wanna talk"

"Fine, i wont be home til after 9pm...."

"Thats fine i'll call you then"

"Okay, bye Frank" i quickly ended the call tucking my phone in my pocket, that phone call should be interesting.

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winchester-ofthe-lord · 5 years

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Classic Winchester Adventures - Chapter 1

Square Filled: “Jerk!” “Bitch!”

Rating: gen

Warnings: swearing, gore, blood, injuries, sass, threats to Sam’s hair, Dean’s exceptional lack of musical talent, language

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Sam and Dean are working on a case that doesn’t quite wrap up as quickly as they’d originally planned

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A/N: this is my first square for @spnclassicbingo . I'm planning to do a whole series of classic supernatural case fics, so if you like this first chapter, leave a comment, feel free to reblog and stay tuned for the next chapters :)

“SAM! Watch out!”

The giant man ducks away just in time, as a severed head flies past his own, only mere inches separating Sam’s hair from the sharp blade of Dean’s machete. The detached head hits the cold stone floor with a disgusting, squishy thump, its appertaining body toppling over through the open door of the mausoleum, ungracefully tumbling down the stairs and eventually crumpling up on the lowest step like a...well, lifeless body.

“Dammit, Dean!” the younger Winchester swears as he stands up again, “As much as I appreciate you decapitating these friggin ghouls, I, on the other hand, would very much appreciate keeping my head where it is.”

His older, and only slightly shorter brother chuckles when he waves his machete around, right in front of Sam’s face, “C’mon Sammy, how about a little haircut? Y’know, you would’ve seen me coming, if it weren’t for your ridiculously long, girly hair there.” He lowers his blade and looks around, grimacing at the two beheaded ghouls in front of him.

“Someday I’ll just cut it off and you’ll thank me for it,” Dean mutters the idle threat under his breath, but apparently moose ears are exceptionally good. “Don’t you dare!” the moose cautions with a glare, raising the admonitory tip of his own machete towards Dean’s sassy grin.

“Whatever,” Dean placates and nods his head over to the corpses, “Let’s hide these sonsabitches and then head to the next motel, I could really use a hot shower, I smell like death.” He grabs the foot of one of the beheaded ghouls and starts dragging it up the stairs, into the open mausoleum.

In the meantime, Sam crosses the graveyard in long, nevertheless quick, strides.

It was a ‘family’ of three ghouls altogether, and the Winchesters had killed the first one on the other end of the extensive area, then chased after the two others who’d tried to hide inside their cozy little sepulchre they called ‘home’. They had used the whole cemetery as their private buffet, haphazardly digging up graves to feed from the corpses, so Sam plans to bury the monster in one of the already opened holes in the ground.

After he has safely dumped the second dead Ghoul in the stone room, Dean gets back to the spot where they’d fought earlier, trying to find the last missing head with the beam of his flashlight. He lets it roam over the various headstones until he finally spots the head, that had apparently rolled behind a carefully draped flower bouquet. “There you are,” he proclaims, holding up the head at its hair in a triumphant gesture, before he throws it into the musty, stale chamber tomb, alongside the rest of it.

Dean spends the next couple minutes gathering their machetes and a few other items that lay scattered across the not any more consecrated ground, and packs them into their duffel bag.

After what felt like half an eternity, Sam gets back to where Dean’s waiting for him. “Finally!” the older brother sighs, “What the hell took you so long?”

“Umm..couldn’t find the head. And then I had to...uh...bury the ghoul in the grave of their latest-” the taller man pauses to think for a brief moment, “snack. It’s all done now. Let’s get out of here.”

They close the mausoleum and bolt the door, adding an extra chain with an unbreakable lock. “Let’s just hope that nobody ever opens this thing up again,” Dean says, hands Sam the duffel bag and heads back to the Impala.

When they reach the car, the younger brother pauses, eyeing it with a contented smile for a few seconds. His older brother rips the bag from his hand and stows it in the trunk, walks around his baby and throws Sam an impatient look, causing him to move again and to eventually get in the passenger seat.

The Impala pulls away and hits the road. A few minutes into the drive Dean starts thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of Sympathy For The Devil blaring out of the speakers and he hums along to the song, actually singing out loud every now and again, “Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name…”

“Hey Dean, are you singing that off-key on purpose or are you just doing this to annoy me?” Sam jibes with a smug grin on his face.

“Excuse you? What do you mean, off-key? My singing’s just perfect, thank you!” Dean retorts, inhales deeply and bawls the next lines, “AND ALL THE SINNERS SAINTS! AS HEADS IS TAILS, JUST CALL ME LUCIFER,” while exaggeratedly drumming a rhythm on the wheel, that isn’t even close to the actual beat.

Sam snorts and shakes his head with a smile, “If you say so.”

“Oh, shut up! As if you knew anything about good music anyway. Bitch!” Dean alleges and keeps his eyes focused on the road, grinning to himself.

“Hey, I’m not complaining about the music. The song’s awesome, just your singing is off.”

Dean slams on the brakes - the Impala comes to a sudden halt.

In the same movement he grabs at his ankle, produces a switchblade and snaps it open. Never would his brother compliment the Rolling Stones AND miss an opportunity to call him a jerk.

“Whoa, Dean! What-” Sam attempts, but gets cut short by an icy blade pressed against his throat.

“What’d you do to my brother?” Dean barks at him, “He better be alive or I swear to god-” He pinches the blade with more force into clearly-not-Sam’s neck.

“I don’t- What do you mean?” he tries to appease the infuriated Winchester who just increases the painful pressure to his knife in response. Not-Sam takes a deep breath, “He’s-” he swallows thickly against the blade, “He’s alive. At least- at least he still was when I left him.”

Not reducing the strain on the ghoul’s throat, Dean starts the Impala again, turns her around and heads back towards the cemetery. “Where is he?” he growls, glowering at his brother’s doppelganger from the corner of his eye.

“Please, I just- I wanted to get away from-” not-Sam stammers and shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to get away from the sharp blade that simply follows his movements, and before he even has the chance to continue his futile attempt at talking his way out of the precarious situation, he, once again, gets cut off by Dean’s angry bark, “WHERE IS HE?”

“I- we were fighting and then he… I pushed him into the grave and…” the stranger begins, but pauses and gulps audibly.

“And then what?” Dean demands, anger, impatience and concern tarnishing his tone.

“And then I… I buried him.” the cheap replica reveals quietly. He closes his eyes, swallows again, clenches the fists in his lap.

“You did WHAT?!” Dean roars and snaps his head towards the ghoul, causing the Impala to swerve dangerously for a brief moment.

The outraged driver floors the gas and snarls, “My brother better be still alive, or you’re gonna wish I’d just cut off your decaying head and let you rot with the rest of the disgusting scum you call family!”

For the rest of the drive, not-Sam decides he’d rather stay quiet and try his best to ignore the sharp, stinging pain on his throat.

Only a few minutes later, the Impala comes to a halt - once again with screeching tyres. Dean jumps out of the driver’s side, rounds the car and drags his brother’s double out of his seat with more force than necessary. He grabs him at the hem of his shirt and pulls him along as he gets a machete from his trunk, replacing the small switchblade he’d had before.

Dean shoves the ghoul before him, the blade of the machete now forcefully piercing the neck of the creature from behind.

“SAM!” the older Winchester shouts across the cemetery as loud as he can, hoping his brother will hear him coming to his help.

Very much to his surprise, he actually gets a response.

“DEAN!” It’s only a weakened cry, followed by pained coughs, but it’s there, “There were four ghouls! Dean, he’s not-” More coughing reaches Dean’s ears, reverberates across the graveyard, “He’s not me!”

“Sammy! Thank god, I- I thought you were-” Dean greeted his brother, relieved to see him stumble towards him. He’s covered in dirt, and blood from a nasty gash gaping on his temple coats half of his face and parts of his flannel in a dark, brownish red. His left hand is pressed against the side of his neck and when he moves his fingers off the obvious bite marks, something in Dean’s stomach boils with rage. He’s still holding the machete onto the ghoul’s throat and growls when he presses the blade down once more.

Another of Sam’s coughs makes Dean look up at him.

His brother’s alive. Sammy’s alive. That’s all that matters now.

“Dean, it was four ghouls - not three, he's-” Sam stutters, pauses when he sees his brother manhandling his own doppelganger.

“Yeah, I figured that much.” Dean pushes the Sam-lookalike down to the floor, glaring at him from above. He darts a questioning look towards his brother, “You okay?”

“Yeah...this asshole here hid behind one of the headstones while I was burying his dead friend.” Sam walks over and stands next to Dean who offers him the machete. Instead of taking it though, the taller man keeps talking, “Then he hit me in the head with my shovel, bit me in the friggin neck, turned into bizarro-me and pushed me into that goddamn grave. And then he told me he was sorry. That he didn’t wanna hurt me. That he just wanted to get away from his family to live a normal life,” he huffs disparagingly.

“I- I just wanted to get away from here,” the monster that’s temporarily wearing Sam’s face pipes up from where it’s still laying on the dirty ground. “Do you even know how uncomfortable this cold damp mausoleum is?” he keeps lamenting, “Please, just- just let me go.”

“Yeah, not happening. Nobody hurts my brother and just gets away with it,” Dean rebukes and shakes his head in disbelief. Why do monsters always think they can hurt and kill people and then still be left alive?

“Yep. Also, I really don’t like being buried alive,” the younger Winchester sneers, reaches for the machete Dean is still holding out for him and chops off the ghoul’s head in one swift, forceful, determined motion; the fact that he just beheaded a carbon-copy of himself making the whole situation even more bizarre.

They drag the now definitely dead undead to the grave Sam escaped mere minutes ago and bury the awkward doppelganger in no time, before they leave the dark and eerie cemetery for the, hopefully, last time this night.

The brothers walk back to the car, where Dean puts the machete and the shovel back into the trunk. He grabs a piece of cloth and slams the trunk lid shut with a loud bang.

The second Sam opens baby’s passenger door, on the brink of sitting down, the older Winchester stops him with a barked “Hey!” before he throws the rag at his chest, quickly followed by a defiant “Don’t bleed on my upholstery again!”

Sam snorts and brings the cloth up to his temple, carefully ducking his head when he sits down on the passenger seat.

“Jerk!” he mutters and pulls the door shut, grinning over to Dean who just slipped behind the steering wheel, now closing his own door as well.

“Bitch!” Dean counters in response, a contented grin splitting his face. He puts baby in drive and leads her back on the highway.

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houseofwhalien · 6 years

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Break

Jeon Jungkook x reader, Park Jimin x reader

A/N: So, I’m aware that we haven’t been updating lately and I greatly apologize. Most of us are quite busy since a majority of the admins have final exams coming up this January. The updates will hopefully come more frequently after exams. Thank you for staying patient. Requests are always open if you have a scenario/reaction idea or just wanna talk :) Thank you.

Category: Smut, angst

{Word Count: 1.9K}

Warnings: Cursing, some angst, an unhealthy relationship

“Just fuck off Jimin! I’m sick of always arguing with you about stupid shit. Leave me alone.” You say as you whip around and angrily stomp to your bedroom. Jimin’s hand firmly wraps around your upper arm and pulls you toward him.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you,” Jimin said through gritted teeth as he squeezed your arm harder.

“Get your hands off of me.” You said but he would not let go. You struggled to pull your arm out. You panicked and then punched his arm fiercely. At that, he let go but his eyes filled with rage. You quickly ran towards the bedroom once more and slammed the door in his face. You were so mad at Jimin that it almost felt like a daily occurrence at this point. He opened the door and glared at you. He walked up to you and pinned you against the wall. “You’re such a bitch,” He said in your ear. He held your hands above your head and you tried to get him to release them. “I’ll make you regret it.” He said. His plump lips immediately attached to your sensitive neck. He bit down hard and sucked on the exposed skin causing you to gasp at the slightly painful but pleasurable feeling. Jimin connects his lips with yours roughly and lets go of your hands to squeeze your ass. You kissed back equally as rough and wrapped a leg around him.

“Fuck you, Park Jimin.” You muttered. He pulled your skirt up, your panties to the side and inserted a slick finger inside of you. A moan escaped your mouth at the familiar feeling. The past few months of having sex were usually either angry sex or make-up sex. You knew that your relationship was unhealthy. You knew you wanted to end it just as much as Jimin did and but neither of you knew how.

Jimin’s finger pumped as fast as he could manage to release the built up steam inside of him. He added another finger and you screamed out.

“Jimin!” You moaned out. “I fucking hate you- Oh my god!” You continued to scream. “Say my name louder, baby.” Jimin requested. “Jimin-ah!” You yelled out. You felt your stomach twist as your climax was soon approaching.

“I’m going to cum-oh!”

“Cum for me.” Jimin panted. His fingers still working his fastest pace.

You screamed out in pleasure as you released your juices. Jimin slowed his fingers down and then pulled them out after and placed his fingers in your mouth. “Suck.” He ordered. You did as you were told and sucked on his fingers to rid your juices. Jimin gave you one last kiss before standing back from you and taking off his clothes and got into bed without a word. You pulled your skirt down and took a shower and went to bed next to your boyfriend.

You woke up the next morning to the same scene as you do everyday. An empty bed. Jimin wakes up quite early every morning to go to dance practice. You had the same routine everyday after you woke up. You would make yourself look presentable, eat breakfast, go shopping for groceries if needed, clean and then waste time until Jimin got home from work and that’s what you did today. Jimin walked through the front door later than usual today. You gave him a quick kiss when you saw him but he brushed it off and went straight to his office room. You furrowed your eyebrows at the odd situation but decided to push it to the side for a couple hours. You finished your TV show episode and still haven’t seen Jimin come out of the office since he returned home. You were curious since he usually talks to you about his day when he gets home. You carefully and quietly opened the door to the office. “Jimin?”

“What?” Jimin said not even looking up at you.

“Are you okay?” You asked in a soft voice. He finally looked up at you.

“...Why wouldn’t I be?” Jimin glared.

“You haven’t really talked to me yet today.” You shrugged.

“Sorry, I didn’t know I had to monitor my life with you,” Jimin said as he looked back at his computer.

“I was just making sure you were feeling okay, why are you getting so mad?” You began to raise your voice.

“Because I’m too busy to be putting up with your shit.”

“Oh. Well, sorry for bothering you.” You said sadly and started to walk away.

“Can you just stop?” Jimin looked up from his computer again.

“Stop what?” You yelled.

“Stop annoying me! Stop getting all up in my business! Why can’t I just sit here and write my lyrics in peace?” Jimin yelled back.

“Why are you being such an asshole? I’m sorry for being a caring girlfriend.” You scoffed.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be my girlfriend,” Jimin Muttered.

“W-what?” You stuttered at his sudden burst of words.

“Maybe we should take a break,” Jimin suggested.

“Okay, maybe we should. Maybe I’ll just leave.”

“Please do.”

“You’ll rot, Park Jimin. Stay away from me for a long time!” The tears were spilling out of your eyes but you felt more rage than sadness.

You grabbed your phone and marched out of your place. You knew exactly where you were going and what you were doing. Jungkook lived just a few blocks away and you needed revenge. Jungkook always had a major crush on you since he first was introduced to you by Jimin and you were going to you that as an advantage. You didn’t bother to knock because you didn’t have the patience to wait for him to crawl out of bed. You dug for Jungkook’s hidden key in the plant near the door and unlocked the door quickly. You marched up to his bedroom door and knocked before barging in. Jungkook gasped out and stood up.

“(Y/N)! What are you doing? You scared me!” Jungkook sighed. You wasted no time to quickly walk up to him and kiss him. He kissed back immediately but then paused and pulled away.

“Wait, what is going on? What about Jimin?”

“He’s an ass. Just kiss me.” You begged.

“I need an explanation.”

“We broke up.” You said but didn’t give him time to reply. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and pulled him towards you while reconnecting your lips with his. Shortly after, your tongue was incorporated into the kiss. You backed Jungkook onto the bed and you straddled him and slowly began to grind your hips against his. Jungkook let out a grunt.

“Woah, (Y/N), what has gotten into you?” Jungkook smirked.

You reached down and rubbed Jungkook’s clothed member. Jungkook released a strangled moaned from his throat.

“W-wait,” Jungkook stuttered. You stopped all of your movements and looked at him. “Are you sure about this? I mean, I don’t want to just be the revenge fuck unless you actually want this.”

“I want this.” You confessed. You really didn’t know if this was just a revenge fuck for you, if you needed a release or you actually do have hidden feelings for Jungkook. You were too wet to focus on the true answer. You felt Jungkook’s cock get harder and harder when you continued your hand movements. You stopped your movements once again when you decided to take off your shirt and throw it somewhere on the bedroom floor. To Jungkook’s surprise, you weren’t wearing a bra. Jungkook’s wide eyes were glued to your chest. You grabbed his hand and placed it on one of your boobs since he was so stunned at your appearance. He squeezed it roughly and you bit your lip. Jungkook flipped you over so he was now the one straddling you. He pulled off his own shirt and his sweatpants and you removed your shorts and underwear whilst he did so.

“Wow. You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook said in awe. You reached your hand down and slipped it under the band of his boxers and teasingly and slowly stroked his hard length. Jungkook also reached down and rubbed your clit. Your breath got hitched in your throat at the feeling. Jungkook’s hips bucked up into your hand since you were going so slow. You let go and pulled Jungkook’s boxers down. His dick sprang up and you gripped it firmly. You were surprised at how big he really was.

“Show me what your mouth can do, baby.” Jungkook moaned. You ran your thumb over his tip to spread his pre-cum around and then licked a strip up his shaft before taking his entire length in your mouth. You quickly bobbed your head up and down and Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut and left his mouth open slightly. He sat up and lifted your face up by your cheeks and kissed you sweetly before whispering “I want to fuck you.”

You sat up and Jungkook patted the spot on the bed so you laid down on your back beside him. Jungkook got on top of you in a missionary position and kissed you sloppily before slowly sliding himself into your entrance. You gasped at the sudden feeling of pleasure and he began thrusting at a steady and fast pace.

“You’re so tight- fuck!” Jungkook threw his head back. You wrapped your legs around his waist so that he could reach deeper inside of you. The sound of skin slapping together and moaning filled the room.

“Faster Jungkook.” You gasped.

“Beg for it.” He ordered.

“Fuck me faster, please. Oh my god, Please Jungkook- ah!” You whined.

Jungkook obeyed and fucked you harder like you begged for. You felt your walls clench around Jungkook.

“I’m gonna-ohhh!” You moaned out as you came around Jungkook’s thick cock. Jungkook thrust faster to catch his climax causing you over-stimulation. Jungkook began to slow down as his climax was about to erupt. You felt his dick twitch inside of you and he quickly pulled out and came on your stomach and boobs.

“That was so fucking hot.” Jungkook breathed out and flopped down beside you. You got up and walked to the bathroom to clean yourself up before going back to Jungkook’s bedroom and laying back down beside him and passing out almost immediately.

The next morning you were woken up by a loud bang on Jungkook’s bedroom door. You and Jungkook both jumped in fear and Jungkook stood up and put on his sweatpants and a white T-Shirt. He opened the door and you could instantly hear Jimin’s angry voice. Your eyes widened at the situation and panicked. You heard Jimin ask if you were here and Jungkook protested but Jimin didn’t believe him. He pushed past Jungkook and looked at you with a sad look.

“(Y/N). Why?” Jimin shook his head at the sight of you laying in Jungkook’s bed and your clothes scattered around the room. “Jimin I-” You started but was interrupted by him. “I can’t believe that the first thing you do after being broken up for fifteen minutes is fuck my best friend.”

“We aren’t dating anymore, I can do whatever I want!” You said angrily.

“Don’t bother coming back to me, we are done forever. Have fun with Jungkook.” He said and began to walk out of the room but Jungkook tried to stop him.

Jimin ripped Jungkook’s hand off of him and pushes him away before leaving for good. Jungkook sighed at the fucked up situation that just happened.

“I don’t regret what we did.” You stated whilst getting dressed.

“Me either.” Jungkook smiled.

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