#Y!m; Fatal Bite

[nyctoaerah]

SO I WAS TALKING YOU, AND SAW YOUR PREVIOUS POSTS ON YOUR MAIN SITE, AND I WAS LIKE, HOLD UP, YOU WRITE USING A

FUCKING CELLPHONE?!?!

Queen, please teach me your ways, how the hell do you do that?🤔 If you dont mind me asking what is your main priority fic?

AND WHAT FIC ARE YOU GOING TO PUBLISH FIRST? I SAW ALL OF THE IDEAS AND THEY WERE ALL SO YUMMY😋😋😈👍🏿 I HOPE THAT THE GETO ONE IS FIRST THO🫦💪🏿

-🦬

LOL, WHY ARE YOU ALL SO SHOCKED THAT I’M USING A CP TO WRITE, THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME THAT SOMEBODY IS FLABBERGASTED THAT I USE CP OR SOMETHING 😭😭😭 it’s just much more easier to write using my cellphone, cause i mostly just use my laptop for acads and for playing games and saving documents or something like that. It’s easier for me to write on a cp because i’ll automatically see the correct spelling of stuff because i TOTALLY suck at spelling😭 spelling is my weakness bro, because i constantly doubt my spellings if it’s right.... BUT YEAH, you’re just gonna use it like you’re texting someone and tellin’ them a story/spilling a tea:33

BUT YEAH, speaking of my main priority, it’s Retribution and Game Over (my bl fic), honestly, it’s probs retribution since i already planned like 16 chapters of it and hey, it’s always 5k+ words soo... And game over too, cause me and my co author @airenxys has some plans for it already (we lack the motivation to write and we both r busy because of acads lmfao) (pls support him too cause his books r all fire and is a straight up 5 star meal)

and i’ll probably publish two faced first (the jjk x kny crossover) or Fatal Bite (another bl fic). BUTTT, who knows?? Let’s just hope that i get the motivation to do dollhouse (the yan! suguru). I might do it once i finally planned all of the chapters and get the motivation to do:33 BUT THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT POOKIE, MWAAA, Love ya!😚😚

#ᯓ★Aerah’s answers! #ᯓ★Aerah’s works! #Y!jjk; Retribution #Y!jjk x kny; Two Faced #Y!m; Fatal Bite #Y!Suguru Geto; Dollhouse #jjk x reader #jjk x you #yandere jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yandere satoru gojo #yandere gojo #yandere geto #yandere suguru geto #yandere x you #yandere x reader

[futureman]

don't wanna leave this play date

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

summary: you and mike find a way to make a boring shift at freddy's a little more interesting

warnings: 18+ MDNI, coworker!reader, smut, pwp, overstimulation, edging, blowjob, extremely rough oral, throatpie, fwb

word count: 1.9k

(based on these two requests, tysm for sending them in!)

"Thank you. God, thank you so fucking much."

You can't respond to him with your mouth as full as it is, but he picks up the acknowledgment in your next extra-hard suck. He probably wouldn't have heard you anyway, not with how loud he's gotten over the last half hour.

Should you both be working right now? Yes. Could something go terribly wrong because you're too busy blowing your coworker to watch the security monitors? Oh, absolutely.

But when his curly mop of hair appeared at the edge of the doorway midway through your shift, you knew you'd end up doing whatever he asked you to. It might just be your fatal flaw—you can never say no to Mike Schmidt.

He buries his fingers in your hair, tensing but not tugging, as you steadily work him the way you know he likes. He's surprisingly gentle for someone so eager to get his cock in your mouth every night, but you figure there's not much else to do during a midnight to 6 a.m. security gig at a closed-down pizzeria no one gives a shit about anymore.

Plus, you like doing it. You like him. It's cute how unashamed and unapologetic he is about how badly he wants you, and he makes you feel so good, you've never even thought about turning him down.

Even on nights when he just needs a quick release to ease the boredom or relax him enough to squeeze in a nap, just the taste and weight of him on your tongue has you soaking right through your panties. And he always makes it up to you.

But you're bored tonight, too. With three hours left to go, you'd been sitting in your shitty folding chair wondering how the hell you were going to stay awake and pass the time when Mike offered you an enticing solution. Except, you're still feeling antsy, and you don't want this to be over as fast as it usually is. Tonight, you want to play a little longer.

You pull off of him with a lewd pop and jerk him off languidly, loosening your grip to stave off his quickly approaching orgasm.

"That feel good?" you ask breathily, inhaling a lungful of air after letting him rut into the inside of your cheek for the past ten minutes. His fingers twitch against your scalp as he nods.

"S'good, feels so good," he slurs, his head tipped back as he bucks off the chair and into your fist.

"You want more?" You start to twist your wrist whenever you get close to the tip, and you can see and feel the shudder that wracks through him.

"Yes, god, yes. Please," he pleads, just short of begging.

"More what?" you goad experimentally. It wasn't your intention to make him beg when he walked into your office asking for help, but now you don't want him to stop.

"Y-your mouth," his head lolls forward, and he bites his lip hard at the sight of you licking away the precum streaming from his tip.

"Deeper, can I—," he tries to ask, but you shift to tease the underside of his head, and he chokes out a groan. "Wanna fuck your throat so bad."

"Are you gonna cum if I let you?"

"Fuck, probably," he admits reluctantly.

"Then, pick something else," you give him a teasing smile, a little charmed by his honesty.

Continuing to stroke him, you duck down to press a wet kiss to the base of his cock, then surprise him by sucking one of his balls into your mouth.

"Jesus, fuck," he gasps, leaking more precum that dribbles onto your cheek as you alternate between harder suction and softer swipes of your tongue.

He tastes salty and heady, and you were right. You're wet as fuck and so tempted to shove your other hand down your pants to toy with your clit, but you know he'll do that later. And you're not even close to being done with him yet.

Your grip tightens as you pick up your pace and focus closer to the head, maintaining eye contact that seems like it's setting him off just as much as your mouth or hand. His whole body vibrates with those telltale whimpers, and he finally starts to tug at your hair.

"M'gonna cum. Shit, keep going, I'm gonna cum," he grits out, his chest heaving.

His eyebrows pinch and his lips part, and he looks like he's seconds away from blowing his load all over your face—but then you release him again. You slide your hand under his shirt to stroke his heated skin comfortingly as he squeezes his eyes shut, panting like he just ran a marathon.

"Shit...shit," he keens, and you can feel his abs tensing and relaxing under your palm. His cock jerks pathetically next to your face, and you grip the base to make sure he doesn't accidentally topple over the edge.

"Shit," he whines again frustratedly, half-heartedly trying to pry your fingers off him. "Why?"

You rest your head against his thigh and smile, watching him pout down at you. He really is so cute when he gets fussy like this.

"You really wanna cum that fast? What happened to wanting to fuck my throat?" you tease him, beginning to jerk him off again. He sighs in relief, and his hips jut forward to meet your hand on every downstroke.

"You already said no," he replies dejectedly.

"I said not yet," you correct. "If you give me one more, I'll let you do whatever you want."

He eyes you curiously like he thinks you're baiting him, and you guess in a way you are. By now, he knows you've been edging him on purpose, but he has nothing to lose and everything to gain if he accepts your deal. He knows you'll make him feel good no matter what.

"You can choke me," you continue, slurping messily around the tip. "You can be as rough as you want," you trail your lips down his spit-slick length to the base and lick a wide stripe back up, "and you can cum in my mouth, and I promise I'll swallow all of it."

He's nodding frantically before you can even finish, and his eagerness reminds you of a golden retriever.

"You're gonna be good?" you confirm.

"I'll be good, I'll be so good," he blurts out, his urgency slurring his words again.

"I know you will. Just one more time, I know you can handle it," you encourage him.

Then, you swallow him down without warning. He lets out something guttural and animalistic, both hands tensing to hold you in place, and you let him.

You never planned on making this easy, but you meant what you said. He can handle this. He can handle the tightness of your throat constricting around him, contracting intermittently to mimic how your pussy feels fluttering around him.

Or, at least, you hope he can. You feel his balls draw up dangerously under your chin, and when you peer up through your watery lashes, his eyes are starting to cross. That's not good.

Slowly but steadily, he nudges the back of your throat harder and harder until tears and drool are streaming down your cheeks and chin. He's mumbling incoherent strings of praise and curse words between drawn-out whines, but you can barely hear him over the wet sounds of your own gagging.

"Fuck, that's...good, that's so fucking good," he pants raggedly, picking up his brutal pace. It's like he's lost all control of his body, and all he can do is chase the high you've been denying him all night.

You gurgle around him, grasping his thighs to ground yourself against the force of his thrusts, and briefly contemplate trying to stop him. But it's too late and he's already too close. His face screws up, and then you know it's coming.

"I'm sorry—I'm...fuck, I'm s-sorry, I'm so sorry. I can't—," he whimpers, fucking into his fist, "—m'gonna cum, I'm so close."

Moaning around him in response, you dig your nails into his skin, hoping the unexpected pain distracts him enough to keep him from cumming, but that only makes it worse. So, you let him.

The subtle vibration combined with the sharp bite of your nails sends him reeling. His expression goes completely lax, and then—

"I'm cumming...oh my god—," he all but sobs, burying himself as deep as you can take him.

You struggle to breathe through your nose as he empties down your throat, swallowing as much as you can, but you've been edging him for too long.

Viscous fluid leaks out of the corners of your mouth and down his cock, adding to the wet mess in his lap, and your harsh grasp on his thighs only seems to prolong his orgasm. After what feels like a lifetime, his whimpers taper into soft pants and he starts to rub soothing patterns into your scalp, an apology for his rough treatment.

You blearily meet his eyes, and they're glassy and unfocused, watching you reverently like he can't believe you just let him do something he's only ever seen in porn. And that you actually liked it. Shakily, he reaches out to thumb away the release dribbling down your chin, and you pull off of him briefly to suck it off his finger before returning to his cock.

That's why you do this night after night—that look right there. It's the awe and hunger that linger even after he's already thoroughly blissed out and softening in your grasp.

Except tonight, he's not. Mike is somehow still hard as a rock and thrusting weakly into your mouth, trembling like a leaf now that his aftershocks have subsided and the sensitivity is setting in.

Tentatively, you grip him at the base and swirl your tongue around the tip to gauge his reaction, and when he doesn't push you away, you take him further into your mouth. But on your next hard suck, his lips part and a violent shudder wracks his entire body, so you hesitate and pull off.

"Too much?" you wince, slowly uncurling your fingers from around his cock, but he shakes his head furiously.

"N-no, feels...so much," he says, dazed, his voice scarcely above a whisper. "Feels good. Can you keep going? Please."

His face is screwed up, as tense as the rest of him as he struggles with conflicting feelings of intense pleasure and pain, but he's not fighting it. He's actually enjoying it.

He flinches as you resume your movements, toying under the ridge with the tip of your thumb, and begins to squirm the longer you continue to play with him. A quick glance at the clock tells you there's still an hour and a half left of your shift—that's plenty of time.

In the four nights you've worked here, the security monitors haven't shown a single sign of activity and you doubt they're going to start now. Your gaze drops from his pained, yet hopeful expression to his twitching cock, and you make a decision.

You'll go as long as he wants. After all, you can never say no to Mike Schmidt.

"Mhm, whatever you want," you hum, then sink back onto him. He sighs gratefully, shivering at the sensation and your words, and verbalizes his gratitude repeatedly like a prayer.

"Thank you, thank you."

thanks for reading!

(dividers by @saradika-graphics)

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #fnaf imagine #fnaf smut #fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson x reader

[explicit-tae]

Nefarious (Prequel)

a look back into your and jungkook's fatal attraction - before the marriage, kids and the detachment. @momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree @minshookie29 @whipwhoops @eagleeye6669 @seokjinkismet @babycandy111 @bloodline1632

Valentine's Day Masterlist | Part One

Word Count: 5.051

Warning: gunplay, yandere tendancies, creampie, unprotected sex, squirting, nipple pinching, finger sucking, oral sex (m), rough sex, dirty talking, reckless driving, biting, breeding/impregnation kink, grinding/dry humping,

You never would have imagined walking into such a high end store such as this one. The ceilings are tall, the chandeliers shining such bright, white light down towards rows and rows of display boxes. 

Your heels click against the marble floor as you come closer to one display case - displaying several shining necklaces and bracelets. You smile softly, your manicured hand touching the glass case.

“These are new.” a woman comes from behind you. She has a Cheshire cat-like smile on her lips. “It’s completely covered in diamonds as you can see.” the woman proceeds to unlock the display case and grasp said necklace. Your eyes widen as it sparkles so beautifully. “It’s part of a complete set. Earrings, rings and necklaces.”

Your attire was what attracted the woman to you, her noticing expensive pieces that you wore. Jewelers are trained to notice high-end fashion - only a few who entered could ever afford such a luxurious handbag such as the one you sported. 

“Can I try it on?” you ask her. You made sure to come with no jewelry for this exact reason. 

“Of course!” the jeweler exclaims, unclasping the necklace and going around to put it on you. She directs you towards the medium, round mirror sitting on the glass display case. 

“It’s so lovely.” you marvel, touching your neck. 

“I’m sure your partner would love to see you buy it.” the woman pesters - it was her job to get you to buy whatever piece she could.  

“He would.” you smile, tilting your head to the side. “He’s the one paying for it.”

The woman nods her head. “So are you thinking just the necklace or the complete set?”

The jewelry store is nearly empty, only other couples being assisted by jewelers. There’s a soft tune playing in the background and the overall scenery is calm.

The calm doesn’t last long - screams erupt throughout once gunshots fire and the glass display  case are shattered. 

Heavy footsteps stomp around the jewelry store as more display cases are shattered. Familiar masked men enter, waving guns towards workers and customers. You all huddled onto the ground - some crying, others trembling in fear.

“Is this everyone working today?” one masked man asks, a familiar voice you remember. You swallow the lump in your throat as the masked man comes closer. 

“Y-yes!” one jewelry shrieks. 

You feel your hair being yanked roughly and you release a short hiss as you’re draggest to your feet. The gun is placed against your back.

“I know you jewelers wear your alarms now.” the masked man speaks. “You press it, she dies.” he shrugs. “Have fun sleeping at night after having a life on your hands.”

The sound of more glass shattering startles you slightly. The man pushes you away from the group as he proceeds to fill his own bag with the amount of expensive jewelry.

“Did you have to pull my hair so hard?” you murmur, feeling the gun against your back. 

“You love when I pull your hair.” Jungkook responds, his response muffled due to the mask. “Don’t think I didn’t hear you moan.”

You lick your lips with excitement - damn was Jungkook right.

Jungkook brought excitement to your once boring life. It didn’t take long for him to meet with you again. You never asked how he found where you lived - nor did you complain. You recall the adrenaline that ran through that night he returned. You had just finished your shower, the towel wrapped firmly around you. You proceeded with your skin care, humming a melodic tone when the door to your bathroom was slammed open. You screamed naturally, caught off guard, but you recognized the build of the man coming towards you. 

“You look so scared.” that familiar voice spoke to you, a mask covering his face. He wrapped a firm hand around your neck, pressing you against your shower door. “Thought you wanted to see me again?”

“I do.” you huff, heart beating rapidly out your chest. “Missed feeling your hands on me.”

You were playing with him, Jungkook thought at that moment. Playing a dangerous game that you weren’t going to get out of easily.

“Only a dumb bitch would threaten me the way you did.” Jungkook pressed himself firmly against your body. 

“Are you mad?” you asked. “Jungkook?”

Jungkook groaned, his name sounded so beautifully coming from your lips. 

“I’m just as helpless as I was that day.” you giggled, eyelashes batting at him. “And here you are so strong and powerful…” your hand was touching his chest and running slowly up his own neck. “...and I’m naked and defenseless.”

Jungkook never harmed women - especially you. But you wished to see a reaction out of you - something that wasn’t your usually lax and calm self. He had pointed his gun at you, safety on, of course, and his eyes waited to see just how you’d respond. There was the possibility that you would respond the same way you did at the bank - give him absolutely nothing; no fear or sadness.

What Jungkook wasn’t expecting was for you to wrap your lips around the tip of his gun, your eyes never leaving his. He swallowed as his eyes watched you, unable to even as much as blink as you brought it deeper into your mouth. 

Jungkook regained his senses when your tongue wrapped around it, almost as if being brought back to reality and you could only giggle innocently. “Jung…Kook…?”

Your fingers touched the bottom of his mask as he was caught off guard, your eyes stared into the eyeless socket of his mask. You begin to slowly lift the mask mischievously, a glint in your eyes.

The hand around your neck tightens only slightly. 

“I can’t see your face?” you asked teasingly. “You have such pretty lips.”

You were dangerous - the devil. You were sweet talking to him so easily and without noticing, you managed to escape his hold and press your lips to his own, his mask only lifted enough for his lips to be revealed.

Jungkook couldn’t help himself - he had to fuck you. He didn’t know where your room was but he wasn’t against opening every door until he found it. Your towel had long since been discarded as his cock plunges inside of you.

Your moans filled the air - such submissive moans. You begged Jungkook for more; pleaded to be fucked and full of him that he couldn’t help but comply. He’s far into the spell that was you that he doesn’t realize you’ve managed to pull his mask right off of him - not until he feels your soft palm against his cheek.

Your eyes stay on Jungkook’s face - the smoothness of his skin, the light scars on his cheek. His hair bounces with each thrust and to you, this was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Your pussy continues to clench around the man - the same man who had broken into your apartment - and you desperately wanted more and more.

You connected your lips to Jungkook’s again and again - and he could only fuck into you deeper and harder. He was correct, he thought, you were something straight from Hell that has come on Earth to distract him; taunt him. He had lowered his guard when around you - nothing but a mere woman who could never rival him in strength. Yet, you had managed to make him vulnerable; you saw his face. You had him moaning for you, his hands roaming your body.

“You have somewhere to be?” you asked, naked body seated right on top of Jungkook’s. Your hand placed itself on his shoulders, your hips buckling up and down. “Sad…I was hoping you’d stay here with me tonight.”

Jungkook had, against his morality, stayed with you. His tongue licked upon your skin, teeth nibbled on the flesh. It was as if he was intoxicated from you alone, unable to make rational decisions for himself. This was forbidden, he thought, to be so consumed by a woman that it would cloud his judgment - but you weren’t just any woman.

“The necklace is nice on you.” Jungkook murmurs, weapon on your back as he proceeds to empty the display case. 

“Thank you…” your body heats up at the compliments, like a giddy child. Jungkook always knows what to say to make you this way, as pathetic as it was. He was a career thief, someone you met while he was literally robbing the bank you worked. But somehow, you never felt so warm around another man.

“Let’s head out!” one masked man had yelled - you recall the voice, but have yet to be introduced to any of the others. You’re unsure if they would even like you and Jungkook being associated with one another.

“I’ll be in a car out back. Just cut through the alleyway.” Jungkook murmurs. He then roughly pushes you forward - not as hard for you to be hurt, but enough for you to stumble. 

You watch as the seven men scurry off, the cries of the customers and workers being to hit your eardrums, along with a few gasps and moans. Your heels click as you make your way out of the jewelry store, the other hostages close behind you.

You do as Jungkook told you to, dipping between an alleyway and meeting him around behind the store. The car is black and the windows are tinted so dark that it’s nearly impossible to look inside, but you’ve been in this car many times before to know it belongs to Jungkook.

You make your way around the passenger side and swing the door open and jump inside. Without even allowing you to close the door fully, Jungkook begins to drive.

“How was your first Heist?” Jungkook laughs gleefully, masked discarded in the backseat of the car. He hits a sharp right turn, speeding down the road.

You roll your eyes. “It wasn’t a big one like the bank robbery.” your heart is pumping outside your chest, however, and adrenaline is flowing through you. “But it was such…a rush!” you squeal gleefully that Jungkook couldn’t help but shake his head.

“You’re so weird.” he places his right hand onto your thigh. “Is your life really that boring that you want to risk getting caught with me?”

It was and Jungkook knows it - you were the one who suggested the jewelry heist and Jungkook was the first to agree and bring it up to the rest of the group. 

“I have a surprise for you back home.” Jungkook’s palm squeezes your thigh, car dashing past other cars without a care in the world. If the windows were down, the wind would be flowing through your hair and clothes. It’s crazy how with Jungkook, you never felt scared or unsafe - even if he did perform heists weekly and drive 100 miles an hour.

“Oh? A surprise?” you turn towards the man fully. “Like what?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” Jungkook snorts, but his lips form a smirk. “Do you not know what today is?”

You furrow a brow and shake your head. It was any other day to you. You don’t work anymore and whatever you needed was fully supplied by Jungkook - so you had no need to look at your calendar.

“It’s Valentine’s Day.” Jungkook squeezes your thigh again, speaking matter-of-factly. “Girl’s usually take this day seriously.”

You snort. “You take this day seriously?”

Jungkook glances your way and raises a brow. “I said I had a surprise for you, didn’t I?” he retorts. He’s now driving down a long, straight road out of the city. “Not including the jewelry in the backseat.”

Your eyes widened and your head whips around to  look at the large sacks of bags, all full of the jewelry stolen from the display cases.

“I thought you and the other were going to re-sell them?” you recall Jungkook stating that they had buyers willing to collect such pieces. 

“We do. But,” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “it’s Valentine’s Day. Take what you like and I’ll sell the rest.”

Your heart leaps and without thinking, you crush Jungkook in a hug. The car swerves a bit and he curses trying to see the road with the speed he’s going. 

“Are you trying to kill us?!” Jungkook hisses, but he could only laugh as his heart pounds outside his chest due to the sudden scare, adrenaline running through him. 

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to drive into a large estate, one that has your eyes widening at how massive it was. 

“How many heists do you guys go on to afford living here?” you joke.

“Heists is not the only thing we do, baby.” Jungkook snorts. “That’s all I’m willing to tell you.” he pulls into the driveway of the estate and turns off the car. “Surprise.” he winks.

“You’re so cheesy.” you snort, opening the door and getting out. “What exactly am I supposed to be surprised about?”

Jungkook strolls around to stand beside you. “This is one of the surprises. I bought this home for us.” he responds. “The penthouse life is behind me now.” He has brought many women into said Penthouse - and not you. You were different from the other women. 

You stop and look at him, laughing to yourself. 

Only Jungkook doesn’t laugh back with you at how crazy he sounds. He only blinks and gives you a pointed look.

“You’re serious…?” you swallow, laughter dying down.

“I would never tell you a lie.”

Your eyes begin to grow wide and slowly, you turn back to the large estate. You inhale. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

Jungkook takes your hand, leading you towards the inside of the mansion. The doors are tall and they open with ease. It’s empty inside, the grand entrance held high ceilings with a chandelier right in the middle of it, accompanied with a staircase leading up the second story of the home. 

“I was hoping you’d decorate it.” Jungkook speaks, an echo speaking right after him due to the empty estate. “Add a bit of feminine touch.”

“You’re serious.” you murmur, and even that had a slight echo. Your eyes are still wide as you glance from Jungkook to around the luxurious home. “You must really like me.”

Jungkook snickers and bites the inside of his cheek.

“You might as well get to marrying me.” you joke, stepping deeper into the home. 

“We can.”

“Ugh, shut up.” It was hard to take Jungkook seriously at times. “This house must’ve cost a fortune.”

Jungkook shrugs. “Nothing I couldn’t afford.” he says truthfully. His arms reach out to grab you by your shoulder and he turns you around. “I’m a man of my word, Y/N.” he says seriously, lax tone gone. “There’s no going back to whatever life you’ve had before.”

You knit your brows at his words.

“You’re not leaving me.” Jungkook continues with a slight shake of his head. “I’m going to marry you to offer you the security you need incase…my lifestyle catches up with me.”

Jungkook’s dark eyes stare into your own eyes and you blink. 

Jungkook was serious.

“I do own several legitimate businesses that would be tied to your name. You will have access to all my legitimate funds as well as to any assets if I were to die.”

“You’re scaring me.” you murmur, trying to pull yourself away from him.

Jungkook clenches onto you tighter, this time wrapping you in a bear-like hug. He wants to laugh - because now you were scared? Not when he pulled a gun on you several times? Not when he and his friends robbed the Bank you worked at?

You were a weird one - but he liked it.

“I don’t mean to.” Jungkook murmurs. “I want to make sure you’re safe even if I’m not here.”

You swallow a lump in your throat. You know what Jungkook does on the base level - but what else is he involved in that would make him go through this much trouble?

“What-”

“I cannot tell you just yet what I do.” Jungkook interrupts, already understanding what you’re about to ask. “Once you and I are married, you can know everything and anything. I will not hide myself from you.”

“T-That’s how you’re going to ask me to marry you?” Once more, you try to lighten the tense mood. 

Jungkook presses a kiss against your forehead. “I’m sorry if you think I’m moving too fast.” he states sincerely. “Truth is, Y/N, you know too much of my life already. I’ve grown to like you and soon, love you. You’ll fit right into my world, but I need to make sure that I am safe, as well.” he explains. “If something were to happen, you cannot be caught in the middle of it.”

Jungkook is talking in circles, being as vague as possible.

“Have you ever been caught before?”

Jungkook shakes his head no. “Doesn’t mean it won’t ever happen. I want to be prepared.” he presses another kiss on you, this time your cheek. “Spousal testimonial privilege. You won’t be able to testify against me and if I would go down for what I’ve done, you would inherit everything. The businesses I own are 100% authentic and clean.”

Jungkook watches your reaction as he continues to hold you close to him. You blink away for a bit and he’s wondering just what you’re thinking. He understands that he wasn’t giving you a direct choice - but you gave him little choice upon meeting him. You lived a boring life and this was your time to live the life you wanted - the life he desired to give you.

“Just who are you exactly, Jungkook?” you turn your eyes back to him and sigh, a small grin forming onto your lips.

“Jeon Jungkook.” the man responds, kissing your lips. “The man you’re going to marry.”

You couldn’t keep your hands off of Jungkook and neither could he. It took only mere minutes for the two of you to be tangled within one another in said empty mansion. He had shown you one of the bedrooms - possibly the size of the apartment you lived in with a full bath and shower on one side, and a complete closet on the side. You were ecstatic in knowing that this home was yours - that you and Jungkook were going to be sharing your lives with one another.

It was soon and probably the quickest you’ve ever moved in a relationship - but in Jungkook’s line of work, he was determined in thinking of the future. He couldn’t have you in the middle of his business if you and he weren’t fully committed to one another.

“Are we gonna have a wedding?” you ask him, lips kissing down his neck, thighs on either side of his. 

“Is…that what you want?” Jungkook responds between pants, his hands gripping your waist like his life depended on it. 

“Never thought about it.” you admit, suckling on a certain part of his neck that you know drives him crazy. “Never really saw myself…as a wife.” you want to laugh at the circumstances that even someone like you could get a husband. Even if the way you met him wasn’t exactly ideal - or his job wasn’t something to brag about to anyone.

“It’s whatever you want to do.” Jungkook moans, wrapping his arms around you. The palms of his hand feel like heaven as they get to feel your curves; they slide down until they reach your ass and he squeezes it roughly in his hands.

You lean back, a sparkle of mischief in your eyes. Your hands place themselves on his shoulders for support. “You propose to me with no ring?” you tilt your head teasingly. “All of you men are the same.”

Jungkook snickers. “You’re right. But I gave you a bag full of jewelry to choose from, didn’t I?” his hand roam upwards, eyes glancing at how good you looked on top of him. “I do want to get you one custom made,” he murmurs, eyes flickering back to yours. “a new one after each milestone in our marriage.”

“Oh?” you’re amused, but highly curious on what he’s speaking of. “Like what?” you ask. 

“Like our anniversary and our first child for starters.” Jungkook begins, blinking at you as if it’s obvious. 

“Who knew the thief could be so cheesy.” you say, but your body heats up with an abundance of emotion. “And if I don’t give you a child?”

“You would.” Jungkook snickers, hands gliding upwards. He slides them past your breast to your shoulders to up your neck. He reaches your hace and he grasps them with both hands. “I’m not picky with the gender, as long as you and them are healthy, I’ll be alright.” 

Fuck, you think, now you were growing even wetter as the seconds went on. He was a smooth talker, especially after the months dragged on that the two of you began hooking up.

“It’s not like you’d have to work. That’s what I’m here for.”

Fuck him again - this time for slightly grinding against your clothed center, the bulge in his pants rubbing against you. Your panties weren’t anything special but cotton, but they were a thin material that had you feeling every bit of his erection.

Your right hand, delicate and soft, grips his wrist in the palm of your hands. You watch him entirely as you bring his thumb into your mouth, tongue wrapping around it as you begin to suck.

Jungkook’s breath hitches as he watches you. “You were sent straight from hell.” he grumbles, eyes never blinking. “Someone to slow me down and distract me. That’s all you’ve been doing since I met you.”

You knit your brows innocently, but you continue to suck, hips grinding along with his. 

“But I know how to tame someone like you,” Jungkook continues and without warning, his free hand wraps around your neck harshly. You gasp at the action, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on even more. “I know how to make someone like you submit.”

“I never went against you, haven’t I?” you murmur, hand squeezing his wrist. “I have always been good to you.”

“That you have.” Jungkook agrees with a nod of his head. “And this is why I will be good for you. Make you my wife and give you everything you desire, right?”

His hands are rough as they slide down to grip your breast harshly in his palm. 

“Right?” Jungkook repeats, this time his voice is deeper; demanding. 

“Yes!” you quip, yelping at the pleasurable pain of his grip.

“Good.” Jungkook forces you down by your neck and crashes his lips against yours in a needy, wet kiss. You moan into it, your hips continue to buckle until you and him both have to breathe.

You decide not to waste anymore time. This was now your life - you were going to marry Jungkook soon and this would be your home; it was only right to show your gratitude. 

You slide yourself off of him, eyes never leaving his as you lower yourself to his crotch. Jungkook already knows your intentions and he watches intently, waiting for your move.

You’re quick with it, unbuckling his suit pants and yanking them down. His cock is hard and it appears damn near painful as it’s stuffed in his underwear.

You lick your lips, fingers pulling them down by the logo hem, salivating as it springs out. The tip is red and needy, a bit of pre-cum dripping from it. 

Jungkook winces when you wrap your tongue onto his tip and begin to suck, your tongue circling it like a lollipop.

“Oh, shiiit.” Jungkook slams his head against the floor, eyes fluttering close. His legs tremble as your mouth devours him, going deeper and deeper until he feels his tip hit the back of your throat.

But you tease him - because of course you do. You would pull at the way out and teasingly slide your tongue across the tip and then without warning, would bring him all the way into your mouth and gag on it - repeatedly.

The act of pleasuring Jungkook makes you wet, your panties completely soaked. Your hands wrap around his shaft and you begin to pump him as you suck, filthy noises coming from your throat doing so.

Jungkook has a hard time breathing and he wants nothing more than to cum - on you or in you, whichever he could manage. His first mistake was to open his eyes and watch you - because you were so slutty. So beautiful. Your eyes are watery and theirs saliva covering the corners of your cheeks, but you take his so good that he cannot help but want to give you anything you wanted - another mansion? More jewelry? A few cars so you could drive a different one every day of the week?

Jungkook yanks you off of him by your hair with a loud grunt, his cock springing out and hitting you right in the face. It causes you to moan at the action.

“Can’t handle it?” you gurgle out - still teasing even if your throat hurts a bit. 

“Would rather cum in you.” Jungkook retorts, gripping your hair tighter in his grasp. “I know how much you love to be filled.”

“Just as much as you love filling me up.” you’re quick with your response, watery eyes challenging him. Your hips shake a bit, as if signaling to come and take what was his.

Jungkook didn’t have to be told twice. He’s behind you in a blink of an eye, not bothering to remove the rest of his clothing or yours - he instead yanks your panties down and spreads your legs to the side. Your dress slides up instantly and within seconds, he’s inside of you.

Your head is forced down to the ground, his hand tangled into your hair. He proceeds to pound into you with might, wet skin slapping against one another. He’s grunting so loud, not holding himself back - this was his home. He could fuck you as rough as he wanted against any part of it without you worrying about your neighbors hearing. He could have you scream as loud as you desired.

Your pussy squeezes Jungkook lovingly, adoring every bit of dominance he was giving it. He’s so deep, pouding in and out of you without a care. Jungkook was always so rough and possessive, telling you that your pussy was his and just how much he loved it. You recall one time you and he had been doing the same thing and how he admitted that he would kill anyone you allowed to fuck what was his - as crazy as it sound, it caused you to cum on the spot.

Maybe you were a little insane for getting yourself involved with someone like Jungkook - but at times like this, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I want to hear you.” Jungkook forces you back against his chest, a hand around your neck to keep you in place. 

Your knees are going to be bruised due to the floor, but it was nothing. You moaned louder at the new position, his cock feeling deeper than ever imaginable. Your breasts are let free due to his powerful thrust and he grips one in his hand, the other firmly holding your hips.

“S-So…deep…” you cry, arousal coating his cock and dripping down your bare thighs - just how he liked it. 

Jungkook’s finger pinches your nipples while his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder. The great need to hurt you while he pleases you flows through him and he’s unsure why. Maybe because you never tell him you didn’t like it - you loved when he slapped you around while fucking you, biting you while he sucks upon your skin.

You were the devil in disguise, always pulling your own surprises; biting him back while you’d ride him and even slapping him because even he enjoyed it.

“Gonna cum deep inside of you.” Jungkook snarls, letting go of your breast to aggressively rub along onto your clit. “Again and again and again until you’re pregnant.”

The thought didn’t sound half bad - or maybe it was the pleasure talking. 

“Please…” you plead, lust flowing through you. You’re squirming with overstimulation, eyes beginning to water, but even then you didn’t want Jungkook to stop. “...feels so good, Kookie.”

“I know, baby.” Jungkook grunts, kissing the spot he previously bit. “Let’s cum together, yeah?”

Jungkook cannot fathom how someone could be so wet - you were dripping all over the place. He cannot wait to taste your pussy later, but you and he had all day - forever as he had no intentions of ever letting you leave him.

Your body falls limp against his chest as your high comes, arousal sprouting out from you just as Jungkook’s cum sprouts deep inside of you. It’s warm as it always is and he doesn’t want to pull out, his ultimate goal was to impregnate you at all costs.

Jungkook lays beside you on the floor, breathing heavily. You always knew how to make him cum hard each time - truly was the devil in disguise.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Jungkook snorts. “Normal girls go to dinner, not perform heists.”

You grumble. “Normal guys actually get on one knee to propose with a ring.” you shot back and Jungkook could only laugh.

“You are right.” Jungkook lifts from the ground. “We aren’t a normal couple, aren’t we?” he says, grabbing your hand to kiss it. “That’s what makes us special.”

You snicker, but you knew Jungkook was right. You get up from your laying position to compose yourself, pulling up your panties and fixing your dress. 

“Let’s go to dinner then.” Jungkook does the same as you. “Anywhere you want. Afterwards, I need to show you the business we have.”

“You’re actually serious about marrying me. Thought that was just good pussy getting to your head.” you joke. 

“I’m a man of my word, baby.” Jungkook stands and offers you a hand to take. “You’re never leaving me. To death do we part.”

How true Jungkook’s promise to you was.

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[wraithlafitte]

you're no femme fatale

pairing: dean winchester x f!reader

CONTENT: use of y/n, dubcon (mission sequence), soft dom!reader, guided masturbation, light degradation (m!receiving), stripping, begging, scratching, hair pulling, handjob, exhibitionism if you squint

word count: 3.3k

a/n: anon request here! enjoy 🖤 honestly felt like i was scraping the bottom of the barrel to keep this interesting LOL hope it's what you wanted

"No. No way in hell I'm doing that," you said, throwing up your hands and backing away from the table, littered with piles of Sam's research.

"Aw, come on, Y/N," Sam protested. "You're the only one of us that could do it."

"I am not entertaining some dirty old man for this," you snapped, snatching up a museum scan of the artifact you were supposed to steal. "We'll find another way."

"If there was another way, I'd be asking you to do that," Sam said, furrowing his brow. "This is the path of least resistance. You get in his office, slip it into your dress while he's not looking, and we'll come get you after ten minutes. That's it."

You huffed a sigh and crossed your arms.

Just then, Dean returned from his fast food run, greasy paper bags in hand. "Hey, nerds," he greeted impishly. "Grub's on."

You rolled your eyes as he plopped the bags right in the middle of Sam's papers.

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Dean asked, settling himself into a chair and unwrapping a double cheeseburger.

"You would know if you had stayed to help make it," you replied annoyedly.

Dean flicked his eyebrows. "No need to get testy."

Sam sighed, deciding to intervene before things got ugly. You and Dean weren't exactly known for getting along, tolerating each other just enough to get jobs done when you had to. This was mostly due to the fact that you thought Dean was a douchebag, and he just dished back whatever you threw at him.

"The best plan we've got so far is that Y/N seduces the guy," Sam explained.

Dean snorted, almost spitting out his too-large bite of burger. "I'm sorry what?"

"I figure we'll never be able to get in there during the event, since it'll be so locked down," Sam continued. "Our best bet is getting him to let one of us in."

"Have you seen her?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow and giving you a once-over. "Not exactly the seducing type."

You looked down at your current outfit. Cargo pants and a mens t-shirt topped with a utility vest and a leather bomber jacket. He had a point, although not for the reasons he thought. You could dress up, you just chose to dress practically. More pockets for knives. No, you just weren't sure you'd be able to convince the man you wanted him. Seventy-something sleazebags weren't exactly high on your to-fuck list.

"For once, I agree with Dean." You tossed the photo back onto the table. "Can we think of something else, please?"

"Yeah, as much as I'd like to see her try and pretty up to get in some old dude's pants, there's gotta be a more surefire way," Dean said with his mouth full. "Cuz you're no femme fatale," he added pointedly.

You were getting a little annoyed at his jabs. "You don't think I can do it?" you asked, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

"Sister, I don't think you could seduce a virgin," Dean scoffed.

You turned to Sam, bristling. "That's it then. I'll do it."

"What?" Dean said loudly through his half-chewed bite.

Sam looked at you with concern. "Are you sure? Just because Dean-"

"I'm sure." You set your jaw confidently. "Let's go to the charity event."

"We're heading out to the car," Sam called through the bathroom door, where you were putting on the finishing touches to your makeup.

"Be right there," you called back, surveying yourself in the mirror. Not bad, you thought, considering the last time you put on this much makeup was prom night. You had tried to go for something an old man would like: a classic red lip and smoky eye that paired pretty well with the vintage-looking slinky black satin dress you'd found at the thrift store around the corner. It went down to your ankles, showing off your heels, and had a long slit that made its way up your leg to your hip.

You threw your coat on and hurried out the door, hopping into the backseat of the Impala. Sam glanced at you in the rearview mirror and raised his eyebrows appreciatively, but Dean didn't spare you a second glance. You were annoyed, since half the reason you were doing this was to prove him wrong, but there would be plenty of time to show off later.

As the Impala peeled out of the hotel parking lot, you took a deep swig from the flask you kept in your coat pocket. This better work.

Neither of the boys helped you out of the car when you arrived.

"Chivalry is dead," you announced after almost stumbling onto your face getting out. You tossed your coat back into the backseat, revealing your outfit to the two hunters.

Suddenly Sam was all-too-eager to offer you his arm, and the two of you headed inside, Dean close behind. You hadn't missed the way his eyes widened when you dropped your coat, so you swung your hips a little as you walked. That'll show him.

The plan worked better than you could have hoped. The sleazy old something-inaire led you to his office, hand wrapped around your waist as you clung to his arm, pretending to laugh at his stupid sexist old man jokes.

As he clicked the heavy oak door shut, you quickly scanned the room, trying to find the artifact you came for. There. On his desk. All you had to do was grab it, and-

The old man grabbed you by the hips, pulling you flush against his body. "Where were we, sweetheart?"

Insides roiling with disgust, you turned around and placed your hands on his chest, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster. "Right here," you said cattily, batting your eyelashes as you grabbed him by the lapels and led him backwards to the desk.

Here goes nothing, you thought, and pulled the old guy in for a kiss. Trying to ignore the way his tongue dug into your mouth, you felt around behind you for the artifact.

Got it. You quickly palmed the object and broke the kiss, looking up at the old man through your lashes. Now Sam or Dean was gonna bust down the door, claiming you as his missing drunk sister.

Aaaaany minute now.

The old man smiled wolfishly and you felt his hands creeping lower, lower, until he grabbed your ass firmly, jerking you closer to him and capturing your lips again.

Your heart hammered in your chest. This was not going how it was supposed to. You tried to wiggle away, but the guy was surprisingly strong for his age.

"Where you going, baby?" he asked, eyes glinting.

"I think I- I have to go," you said, aware that you were sounding a little panicked.

"You wanted this," he reminded you, giving your ass a tight squeeze. He swung you around and pushed you into the leather couch across from the desk. You tried to scramble up, but it was hard with your tight dress and the artifact still clutched in your hand, desperately being concealed, so the old man grabbed you easily by the hair, forcing you to stay down.

"Now why don't we put those pretty lips to use?"

The door swung open with a bang. The old man looked up, startled, releasing his death grip on your hair.

"There you are," came the fake-laughing voice of Dean.

"Who are you?" demanded the old man. "Get out of here!"

"Sorry man, this is my sister," Dean said, raising his hands apologetically. "She gets really hammered, acts like a slut. Gotta get her home." He helped you up, and you smiled and giggled, putting on the drunk-girl act.

Dean helped you hurry out of the room, the old man looking disappointed and angry at being cockblocked.

"Thanks," you whispered once you were down the hall and out of earshot. "What a creep."

"Please tell me you got it," Dean said darkly, weaving you through the crowd. You slipped the artifact into his suit pocket, giving it a pat for good measure.

"Didn't do that for nothing." You winked at him and pushed him away to walk the rest of the way to the car on your own two feet.

Dean stared after you, dumbfounded. He tried not to fixate on the way your hips swayed in that dress as you walked away proudly. God, that dress! It hugged your body perfectly, and Dean would be lying if he said he hadn't been eyeing you all night. His cock was semi-hard in his dress pants, an annoying reminder of just how much you'd proved him wrong.

"Come on, dickhead," you yelled out the back window of the Impala. Dean realized starkly that he had stopped in place thinking about your tits.

"Dammit," he muttered, hurrying around to the driver's seat.

The three of you piled into your hotel room to debrief from the mission. You assured the boys that you were alright from your creepy encounter with the old guy, and that stealing the artifact was worth it. The way Dean watched you raptly as you began to disrobe was not lost on you.

"I've dealt with worse in my time," you reminded them, shaking out your hair. "I'm a solo female hunter. Sleazy men hit on me literally wherever I go." You plopped down on the bed and pulled your stockings off one by one.

"As long as you're sure," Sam said, stretching and yawning. "I'm gonna head back over to our room to get some sleep. You coming, Dean?"

Dean snapped out of his fantasy. "Uh, no. I'll be there in a little bit. Gotta talk to her about something."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Okay. Just don't bite each other's head off." And with that, he was gone.

You watched Dean from the shadows of the half-lit room. When he made no move to say anything, you did. "What do you need to talk about?" you asked, knowing full well. "Gonna say sorry cuz of how wrong you were?"

Dean flicked his eyes up to yours. Where had he been looking before?

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yeah. You did good."

You stood and sauntered over to where he sat in a straight-backed chair by the dresser. "But that's not all, is it?" You smirked at him and looked him up and down, gaze lingering on his crotch, where a tent had begun to form.

Dean covered his bulge with his hand and pressed down, growling. "You were a little too good."

"So, what? You stayed because you want me to help with that?" you teased, coming closer.

"Yeah," Dean said roughly, standing quickly.

"No," you said bluntly, taking him by the shoulder and pushing him back into the chair.

Dean grimaced. "Why? Please," he begged, face twisted in arousal.

You giggled. "Wow."

"What?" Dean snapped, eyes cracking open.

"Nothing," you said, smirking. "You could beg a little more, might help." You felt your own arousal start to pool in your panties.

"Please, Y/N." Dean looked up at you with wild eyes, squeezing his cock through his pants.

"Please what?" You cocked your head.

"Please... make me cum," he said finally, eyes dropping to your midriff, unwilling to hold your gaze.

You tilted his chin up so he would look at you again, feeling a certain sense of satisfaction that you had somehow reduced him to this begging, horny mess in the chair before you.

"All you had to do was ask," you said softly. You backed away and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Dean started to get up and follow you.

"No," you said, holding up a red-manicured finger. "Sit back down." You pointed.

Dean frowned but did as he was told. You smiled, delighted.

"You're having way too much fun with this," he grumbled.

"I'm sorry what was that?" you asked with a stern expression. "Do you want to cum or not?"

Dean's dick twitched in his pants. The way you bossed him around was really turning him on. "Nothing."

"That's what I thought." You twirled your hair thoughtfully. Dean whined impatiently.

"Tsk, tsk." You crossed your legs at an angle where he could almost see through the slit into your crotch. "Take your cock out."

Dean was all too happy to oblige, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants faster than you could say desperate, hiking up his dress shirt in the process.

"Wait," you interrupted before he could go any further. "Why don't you unbutton your shirt, too. Wouldn't want to make a mess." You smirked.

"Okay," Dean agreed breathily, practically tearing the two sides of the shirt from each other, exposing his muscular torso. You had seen him shirtless before, but there was something about the way he was breathing, stomach rising and falling quickly as he panted, that turned you on when it wouldn't normally.

"Now you can take your dick out," you said. You held your breath a little as his cock came into view. He was fully hard now, and dripping. He squeezed the base, moaning.

"Now what?" he asked, eyes shut as he lightly stroked his cock with his fingertips.

"You need me to tell you how to jack off?" you asked meanly. To your surprise, Dean moaned loudly at that.

He began stroking his cock, slowly at first, building up speed as he could no longer contain himself. A near-constant string of quiet whimpers and moans fell from his lips. You took note of the way he swiped his thumb over his leaking slit, spreading it around to aid his fingers.

"Look at me," you instructed. You wanted to see that wild look in his eyes again, and were instantly rewarded as his eyes flew open to meet yours. His mouth fell open as he gasped when he saw you.

"Forget I was here?" you teased. Dean gulped and shook his head vehemently. His hand slowed, and he started tugging himself less frantically, holding eye contact with you intensely.

"Fuck," he whispered hoarsely. "You're so hot, wanna see you."

You smirked. "Only because you admitted it." You hiked up your skirt, spreading the slit open so he could see your black lace panties.

Dean devoured your skin with his eyes, rubbing the head of his cock in circles with his thumb.

You dropped the straps of your dress so that they hung loosely around your shoulders and ran your long nails across your collarbones, petting your shoulders. Then you took hold of the neckline and pulled it down, freeing your tits from the dress.

"Better than I imagined, baby," Dean groaned at the sight, as his hips bucked into his hand.

You took one of your breasts in your hand, squeezing it towards your chest. "You imagined?" you lilted, smiling.

"Been thinkin' about you all night," he admitted shamelessly. "How good your tits looked in that dress. How good- ngh- you looked walkin' away from me."

Your other hand started creeping into your skirt. "Thought I couldn't even seduce a virgin. What does that make you?"

Dean growled, jerking his cock faster. "I don't- fuck-"

"Maybe you're just a manwhore," you purred, hopping off the bed to approach him.

"Please," Dean gasped, tossing his head back. "I need you."

You scoffed. "I'm not that lacking in self-respect." You lightly scratched your fingernails down the side of his face. He leaned into your touch, groaning, hand stilling.

You leaned in to murmur in his ear. "No, you're gonna take care of this all... by... yourself." You laced your fingers into his short hair, scratching his scalp, and pulled his head back. He relaxed and his eyes fluttered closed at the feeling.

"So take care of it," you remind him harshly, giving his hair a hard tug before letting go. Dean raised his head hazily and began to stroke his dick again, gasping. It was angry red, practically begging for release, but Dean seemed determined to tease himself until he couldn't take it anymore, which you suspected would be soon.

You turned your back to him and unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor in a silken puddle. You heard Dean moan softly, sound of skin rubbing skin growing faster. You smiled to yourself as an idea occurred to you.

Against a backdrop of street lamplight coming through the window and lewd noises coming from Dean, you padded barefoot wearing only your underwear to the other side of the bed, where your pajamas lay folded neatly on the nightstand. You unfolded them and spread them out on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked hoarsely. "Don't- please stay- I need to see you," he whimpered finally.

You ignored him, as you had been planning to do, and put your pajamas on dramatically slowly to the soundtrack of Dean begging you to stop, stay naked, help him.

You turned back to him when you were finished and a rush of arousal hit you at the sight: Dean, cock in hand, sitting exactly where you had left him, sweaty and gasping and looking at you with a wild, desperate expression. You moaned softly in spite of yourself.

"Poor baby," you pout, rounding the bed to sit next to him again. "Haven't you come yet?"

Dean's hand was working overtime, forearm muscles flexing and rippling beneath his skin where his sleeve was rolled up.

"Can't," he breathed.

"You can't come?" You feigned surprise, even though you had known for several minutes that he was probably going to wait for your permission.

"Need you," Dean panted. "Can't do it- mm- without you."

"Sure you can," you said, running your nails down his chest. He shivered intensely.

Dean whimpered, face contorting in frustration. "I can't."

"What, I got you so turned on you can't even jack off without me?" you tease, fingertips stopping right above his happy trail.

"Please touch me."

"I am touching you," you reply smoothly, digging your fingers into his stomach.

Dean rolled his eyes, although you weren't sure if it was sass or pleasure. "Please," he insisted, whining.

"Useless." You replaced his hand with yours, gripping his cock tightly as you stroked it for him. "Can't even make yourself come without my help."

Dean went slack-jawed, head falling back once more. "Uh-huh," he moaned breathily. He ground his hips upwards, trying to find more pressure or friction or something but getting nothing but what you gave him.

"You're a useless whore, right?" you taunted. He would tell you if you went too far, right?

"Yes," Dean groaned loudly. You almost clapped your hand over his mouth, certain that Sam could hear through the walls.

"Shhh, be quiet baby," you said instead. You swiped your thumb over the head of his dick and he hissed, biting his lip. Your other hand went down to cup his balls, giving them a light squeeze.

Suddenly Dean's whole body tensed and his eyes flew open. "Shit- I'm so close, please," he panted. His abs flexed, indicating that he was telling the truth.

You increased the pressure on both hands slightly. "Go on then."

Dean let out a sound somewhere between a strangled gasp and a groan as he came, spurting over his stomach and your hands. You kept pumping, using his cum to aid your efforts, until he was begging you to stop between gasping breaths. Only then did you let go of him, admiring your handiwork.

One Dean Winchester (formerly unbelieving of your sexual prowess), spread over a chair, covered in cum, sweaty and panting and utterly fucked out.

"Thank you," he whispered weakly after a moment.

"Will you ever doubt me again?" you asked, smirking.

He rolled his head to the side to look at you. "No. Fuck, that was hot." Dean grinned. "Actually, I changed my mind. Maybe I should doubt you more often."

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever, Winchester. Clean up and go to bed."

Dean got out of the chair stiffly, winked at you, and went to do as he was told.

dividers by @cafekitsune and @saradika

#dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester #supernatural x reader #supernatural smut #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #spn #spn smut #spn fanfiction #userwraith

[spacesurfing]

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜ with Anakin? (A girl with a big metal hand kink as I have one as well)

-- I love the metal hand as well, it's just so yummy. Thank you for sending in a request!!

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Good Resolutions

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut

Summary: You and Anakin never found a way to get along. With your feuds and the war occupying your minds, you were convinced Anakin Skywalker only cared about himself. So maybe you should try as well. And you did.

Warnings: Anakin does make fun of the reader!!, violence, injury, blood, Metal hand kink, Dom!Anakin, brat tamer!Anakin, rough sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), slight humiliation, slight praise kink, inappropriate use of the force, hair pulling, soft ending :)

GIF NOT MINE!!

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You didn't want this war. It had caused pain to everyone; to you, to Obi-Wan, to the clones that knew nothing more than fighting and to the civilians that had to endure it all. You felt horrible for all of the factors in this war. It had caused yourself grief and stress, things that the Jedi were forbid of, but you never understood how the Jedi just saying, "Hey, just don't feel anything and you can stay in our cult of magicians!" would fix any of your emotions from straining against your mind.

And him. Oh him. If you weren't a Jedi, you would've ripped Skywalker's face apart. You hated him, more than you had hated anything. There were only few things you let yourself hate, and one of them was no doubt him. He crawled under your skin, biting at you, irritating you. And the council always thought it was a good idea to bring you two together. In their eyes, the more you had to see him, the more you two "got along" (and the less they had to deal with his bullshit). And through the war process, you hated him even more.

The flirting, oh you couldn't stand the flirting. You didn't dare say anything to the council, you didn't wanna hear about your snitching from him everytime you walked beside him. You'd rather the unnerving silence that was always there till he wanted to brush his gloved hand against your arm, move a piece of loose hair from your face, have the audacity to correct your stances everytime you found yourself in battle. The way he called you 'pretty girl' whenever it was just you and him. You fucking hated everything about him and his stupid, handsome face.

He was really at your throat this whole week though. You'd been sent to Geonosis, another secret imperial base had been made for them to perform their various meetings. It also was supposedly a site for explosives construction on their half. So, you were happy that meant not blowing something to smithereens due to the possibility of very fatal explosives.

As the 501st communicated with your battalion of calm soldiers, you had to stand beside the rat they assigned you to help. You wished that Rex would find a question for you, so you could talk to him instead. You walked in silence with Skywalker, only few of your most skilled men behind you - Commander Tank, Reaper, Mitch, Magma and Cub.

Your men talked to you a lot, they loved jokes and sarcasm, but they didn't like bothering their General, especially when you were next to the man you hated more than anything - in those moments your shoulders were so tense your men thought you were about to punch something. But you honestly wish your men didn't care for your sanity because them being a distraction was better than them being silent and watching your back as Skywalker walked confidently next to you.

"Do you always breathe that loud?" Anakin peeped up, looking over at you. His face was blank but you could tell he was holding in a devilish smirk that you swear to maker you always wanted to slap off of his face.

You looked over at him with pure confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You sound like you're suffocating, is it too long of a walk for you little miss princess?" he asked, purposefully mocking you, just needing to get to your head, to tickle your insecurities.

Your nose scrunched up at his comment, "I've been breathing perfectly fine this whole time, Master Skywalker. Don't you have better things to listen to than my breathing anyways?"

"Well, when you're being incredibly loud, I can't focus on those 'better things'."

You turned away from him, your face hot. Did you really breathe that loud? No, he just wants to get to you. But what if you did really breathe that loud? You felt embarrassed beyond belief. All you wanted to do was fall back and escape to the transport ship that had left what seemed like a millennium ago.

Before you could think too far into it, one of your boys, Mitch, spoke up, "I don't think you breathe that loud, General."

The clone outfitted in white and a forest green fell into step next to you. You smiled widely at him, looking up. It was funny, the clones being taller than yourself - yet they only listened to you. You'd seen other people attempt to boss around your clones, but they had hard heads and they liked to knock them against anyone other than yourself.

Anakin muttered something under his breath, eyes averting away from your figure. You would've asked him what he had said if it weren't for you just simply not caring about his opinion on anything.

Mitch fell back into step with the rest of the men, leaving you in the same atmosphere that you were in before he trailed up on you; in Skywalker's restrained silence. You knew he wanted to say something else, he always wanted to say something about your men being "kiss-ups", just wanted you to give them your full attention.

'If you really want to insult me, don't do it in front of my men,' you spoke through thoughts. You'd think you'd have a force connection with someone you liked, someone that made you cherish their time and attention. The one between you and Anakin was unnecessary and stupid - that's why you never got into verbal arguments. It was almost like texting someone over a holopad, except you could hear their voice almost as if it were in a dark chamber, echoing off the walls of your mind.

He didn't respond, his eyes forward, watching the trail with carefulness that he only faked. He just didn't want to look at you is what the problem was, cause when he did, he would say something nasty. 'Come by my quarters when we get back to Coruscant, then I won't have to say a single word in front of your men.'

For once, you were up to the challenge of talking to him. You always denied his offers, which only sent more teases your way, more glares. The less you interacted with him, the more he mocked you. 'Fine, then I will.'

You watched out of the corner of your eye, a smirk spreading across his face.

It did take long to find something, the hideout that everyone was speaking of. It was small, carved into a peak. "Great, we'll be lucky if we don't find tunnels in this thing."

For once, Anakin let out a small huff of air - a laugh sort of. It was quiet, like he didn't want you, or anyone, to hear that he was laughing at something you said. We easily found the entrance, walked in with muffled footsteps, trying to sneak as quietly as we could try. Tank stood behind you protectively, the rest of your men in line with him. It was the same for Skywalker's battalion - Captain Rex in line with the rest of the 501st. And of course, you never got out of sync while next to Anakin, now closer than you were before in the tight halls.

"I don't like this one bit," Tank said under his breath, looking around while keeping his shoulders tense, ready for whatever there was to come.

"I know Tank but we'll get out of here as soon as possible," you whispered back, keeping your voice low. You were watching cracks trail up into the ceiling, the deep hum of machinery vibrating the atmosphere around you.

Anakin knew too, you felt it, that there was indeed a factory hidden in the cavern you were walking through. You kept your hand close to your hip, though the thought of a fight was very deep in your mind. All you were searching for now was the vibration of voices.

You closed yourself into your own thoughts, listening for noise. For a moment, you could only hear the soft whisper of a joke send over from Reaper to Kix, then you closed out that train. You heard the conveyer belt to the left of you, taking a turn down the next crossroad and simply walking straight. And to the right, you heard the voice of Poggle, speaking in native Geonosian to the other close members of the separatist alliance.

You held up your right hand, stopping your men and Skywalker's men in their tracks. As soon as that happened, you felt a jolt through your mind as he shared the same force channel as you did, listening to a language you never understood. Then you directed him to the left, listening to the sounds of machinery.

"We certainly got lucky this time boys," you claimed, turning around, addressing in a soft voice, "Mitch, I will need you to find a way to shut down the factory when we enter, Kix and Cub with accompany you. Rex and Tank will stay with me and General Skywalker. Hardcase and Jesse, you will stand guard in front of the factory, and the rest of you will take out droids that might be there and find explosive deposits."

The men all nodded, not daring to speak a response and they followed you in the same quiet march that they had kept up that whole time walking in.

"Master Skywalker, you are to take Rex and collect some of the most dangerous explosives when they are found. Tank and I will join you soon after, I would like to continue listening."

Anakin snickered, "They why don't you just take guard and Jesse and Hardcase can actually put the backpacks to use."

You hummed, beckoning Tank to take his backpack off and you dropped both yours and Tank's into Anakin's hands, "As you wish." He looked disappointed. Even though this was your mission, he had bossed you around without getting you upset. What a shame.

•--•

The mission went exactly as planned, which was something that never seemed to happen when you were beside Skywalker on a mission. But today, everything had went exactly as we planned it to go. Well, up until the end. You had hurried your men out and told them to call for a transport as you and Anakin stayed inside, cutting up some of the machinery, the lock on the controls not going to hold up forever. Mitch was good, but not that good.

And, we found a stray droid in the process, wandering into the factory after he must've heard no noise from it. As soon we we rushed at him, he had the last laugh, contacting Poggle to your location on the spot.

You scurried behind Anakin, talking to your men. They reported the transport ship was close, flying down to them now. As soon as you turned the corner to the main entrance though, you felt a sting in your arm. Eager to get out, you tried to not focus on the pain, rushing your men into the ship as you hurried out fast. Reaper threw down one of the explosives, it soon beeping and caving in the entrance.

You smiled in relief. This was the first good mission in a long time, your men keeping Anakin's calm. It was funny, the contrast between how you and Anakin interacted and how his men and your men interacted. Rex pointed that out once. You and Anakin then didn't communicate with each other the rest of the mission.

As you became grounded though, you grasped your arm. It hurt, bad, a searing pain. As you held your fingers up, you saw blood. You tried to hide the injury for the time being, the transport ship making it's way to the command ship and you scurried off as soon as it landed. Or well, tried to.

"Is that... blood, General?" Cub spoke. You winced at his question, turning around to see him standing right there behind you, checking out your wound.

Anakin stepped over, speaking in a commanding voice, "What do you mean blood?"

Cub turned you, showing Anakin the blood forming a circle on the fabric where the wound was under. Anakin grumbled, grabbing your wrist in a way that made you dizzy and dragged you to the infirmary, setting you down on a medical cot and calling over Kix.

The man in blue took off his helmet, setting it down and looking at your arm. "Could you, um, undress for me. If you need a shirt or something we have plenty."

You waved him off, stripping yourself of your long sleeved top and your robes. You had a tight breastband on, not revealing anything in particular but your arms and your stomach. You knew that the men were mature, not taking a wounded woman soldier as some sort of sex worker when she was to be almost half naked to receive medical attention. All the men were very respectful - too good to deserve the lives they had to live.

You waited for Anakin to leave, but as Kix tended to your wound, rubbing some bacta ointment on it and wrapping it up with bandages, Anakin continued to glare at you. You felt his eyes burning right through your head as he waited for Kix to finish.

"Are there any other wounded?" the medic asked when turning to Anakin. Anakin shook his head and Kix simply nodded, saying a goodbye to Anakin and walking back to the hangar bay to connect back with his group.

You downcast your eyes, a frown tugging at your lips as you avoided looking at his figure, broad and hovering over you like a building. You knew that if he was still standing there, arms crossed tight against his chest, he wanted to say something.

When the metal of the door shut with a mechanical noise, and Anakin burst into flames.

"You were injured, and you did tell me?!" he asked, raising his voice as he stared you down. You couldn't avoid his eyes now, looking back at his face you saw the fury in his expression, his eyebrows scrunched, his face in pure anguish.

You inhaled, looking away frantically, then back at him, "Why are you asking me like you've ever cared? When have you ever gave a shit about me?"

"Are you saying you don't believe I care?"

You scrunched your nose up in a way that flipped Anakin's heart, watching as you turned from this closed book into this flaming ball of emotion. "Why should I believe in any universe that you would care about me? You mock me in front of my men, criticize me constantly and overall, you're a huge dick."

Anakin was quick to unfold his arms and cage you into the medical bed, his hair falling in his face as he stared you down. Maker he was big. You had thought he was tall of course but as he really hunched over you, got in your face, he was intimidating to say the least.

"I have always cared about you, do you understand? I worry every moment you are on the field. You do not tell me I don't care about you, I would travel to the end of the galaxy to find you."

You huffed, not letting his fake front manipulate you. It wasn't fake, everything had come out of Anakin's mouth aggressive, yet true. He cared deeply, he thought of you constantly. He was always in a bad mood cause he couldn't have you. He acted like a playground bully because he was convinced it would protect you from his feelings. But fate always prevailed.

"Get out of my face."

Anakin tilted his head and in a mocking manner, spoke, "And what if I don't? You gonna call Mitch? Is he gonna kiss your ass like he always does?"

"You don't talk about Mitch like that, you slimeball," you growled, pushing at Anakin's shoulders. He stumbled a little, but not enough to move his arms from keeping you sitting on the cot.

"Then tell me. What. Are. You. Going. To. Do. About. It?"

As a Jedi, you knew you couldn't use aggression against him. The tones you two were using already was bad enough, biting at each other's necks like stray dogs, but you weren't gonna hit him.

Anakin's blue eyes pierced your soul, they were clouded, his face so close to you that butterflies roamed in your stomach and his lips were plump, curled into a snarl. But soon, a smug smirk played on his lips, "Nothing, you're too much of a good girl. You wouldn't do anything but sit there all pretty, waiting for one of your boys to pick you off your feet and pamper you."

"They don't pamper me, they protect me, something you just seem incapable of."

A rope snapped in Anakin. He couldn't take it anymore, pretending he didn't want you, trying to tell you he cared without actually saying it. Maker, he wanted to be the one to pamper you and protect you. He'd spend countless nights imagining you curled up in his lap, talking the day away, telling him about your latest mission, talking to him in that soft voice you always addressed Ahsoka in.

He knew there was nothing that would make you hate him more, so he move his hand up your arm and pressed his lips to yours. For the anger emitting from Anakin, his lips laid on yours tenderly. He wanted to be mean, he wanted to leave small bruises on your neck and thighs, he wanted to be rough with you, but he couldn't just ruin the first kiss out of a temper tantrum.

When you didn't kiss him back, he pulled away, looking at you with the same expression he had before, but his mouth was relaxed and his eyes had a soft look to them.

You didn't know how to respond. The kiss had made your heart throb, made your eyelids droop as if they wanted to close forever. Your lips felt hot, so did your face. And as if Anakin was water in a dessert, you lurched forward, catching his lips with your own in a desperate kiss. You grabbed at his shoulders, your lips moving against his as he snatched your waist with both hands.

Everything about this encounter made your ears hot, your face was on fire, your body felt like it was made of lava. Anakin tasted so sweet, something you would have never expected. You heard a loud laughter through the durasteel walls of the ship, pulling away from Anakin and pushing lightly on his chest.

"Anakin, there are people-"

"Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?" he asked, his metal hand massaging your waist as he pressed light breathy kisses over your lips. This is the most vulnerable he had ever seen you and maker did he want to make this last forever. But he was still so upset at you, for hiding from him, from keeping the injury to yourself.

You nodded, and Anakin simply whisked you away by your arm, puling you through a side door in the infirmary, leading to a private meditation room, one where no Jedi was to be disturbed if not for their commlink going off. There were only two on each command ship and they were used often, the cheap soundproofing keeping out most of the loud talking and resulting in a hum that most Jedi could be okay with. They were convenient, down a hall that most weren't even permitted to be down anyways, the door with a solid lock on it.

It felt wrong, allowing such feelings and bringing them especially into a Jedi-oriented place. Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was forbidden, but Anakin refused to bat and eye at anything being necessarily wrong. This was only a show of passion right? You had to have passion as a Jedi, attachments were forbidden, but didn't you have an attachment to the Jedi order as a whole? It was something you always kept with you, something you could never defy, something that ran your whole life, it was a commitment. So, an attachment?

Your head ran dry of thoughts as he promptly locked the door. Immediately his lips latched themselves onto yours, hands holding your hips close to him as the top of your back pressed against the wall. His hair tickled your forehead, your hands reaching to hold the sides of his face, feeling the fluff of it tangle between your finger tips.

You could already feel him, hard against your thigh, pulling away for a moment to breathe before kissing you again. It was hot, his lips smothering you, heavy exhales between kissing him like our lives would end.

He squeezed your hip tight, making you gasp before sliding his tongue into your mouth. You felt yourself growing wet by the second. Maker, you hated this man more than anything, but the way he touched you and kissed you, the way his face felt under your hands, you never wanted to be away from him.

There was a counter in the corner of the room with a tea machine next to it. He didn't hesitate to move his hands down to your ass, giving it a squeeze and muttering an "Up" before carrying you over to it, mouth still locked onto yours as he dropped you on the counter. You were perfectly level with him in that moment, his tongue sliding against yours. You ached for him and his touch, you wanted to feel him everywhere. He pulled down your pants and boots, leaving them in a pool of clothing next to one of the meditation cushions. You felt absolutely bare, nothing but your breastband and panties on.

Anakin rested his forehead against yours, sharing the same air with you, staring at your curves and the way your panties clung to you. You looked so delicate to him, in a way where he didn't even want to touch you.

"You're so pretty," he groaned, gripping the side of your thighs, "I wanna fuck you, will you let me do that angel?"

You grinded yourself against his bulge, needy for something, anything from him, "Please Anakin, I-I need you."

He knelt down before you, dark blue crystals staring up into your own eyes, prompting you to watch him. He nipped a piece of the fabric, pulling them down your legs as his hands held you off of the surface. You felt like you were gonna start drooling over him, he was delicious to look at, something you always ignored. But you couldn't now, the eye-candy almost in shining light, the only single thing you could focus on.

And you didn't focus on anything else. Which is why you moaned in surprise when you felt cold against your clit. His glove must've been somewhere on his lap, but that didn't matter because his metal thumb rubbed circles against your clit. The contrast felt so good, and you couldn't help but become a whimpering mess.

He prodded a finger at your hole, "Do you like it when I touch you with my metal hand? You know, I did think you were weird, but I never suspected you were this weird."

You were about to make up a comeback, but when he slipped his finger into you, your thoughts were muddled. Your teeth latched onto your bottom lip and you unintentionally grinded against his hand.

"Ani..." you moaned, one of your hands gripping the end of the counter while the other moved to tangle itself into his hair.

He tilted his head, bringing his finger out from you, eliciting a noise from your throat. He popped his finger into his mouth and you could've sworn you could cum just to that sight alone.

"So sweet. I could just eat you up," he said, smirking as he slipped his finger back in, licking through your folds.

You died in that moment, adding a second finger, his lips circled your clit, sucking lightly. You moaned at his action, watching him. It was almost euphoric, the eye contact you two kept. You tugged lightly at his hair as he licked up your juices. He groaned, vibrating your nerves and making you moan his name.

He open-mouth kissed your pussy. "Keep making those nosies, y'sound so good," he muttered, attacking your clit with his tongue and lips, moving his fingers as he began to take them out before shoving them knuckle deep again.

You felt like he was pulling your soul out of you body, hand tugging his hair more often than not, but he loved it, groaning or growling before fucking his fingers into you harder. His fingertips caressed a spot in you which turned your eyes heavy and made you feel weak. He knew you were close, your stomach and walls were tight, your moans turned into whimpers and sighs, and you grinded against his face like a loth-cat in heat.

Anakin's last move was one you never expected and never would have in a million years. He pressed his metal fingers against the one spot inside of you, removing his mouth from your pussy. But, as soon as you thought he was just gonna teasingly edge you, you felt a tingling sensation at your clit. Was that-

"Cum for me, pretty thing, wanna see you cum on my metal hand. I know you wanna," he said, licking at you once more before you saw white, pulling him by his dirty blonde locks, his face so close to your womanhood you only saw his curious eyes as you came on his lips.

Anakin removed his fingers licking at them and cleaning off his lips. Lust was plastered on his face as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, the bend of your knees resting on his shoulders as he cleaned up the rest of your juices with his tongue.

"Sweetest thing in this galaxy, fuck," he muttered, closing his eyes for a second before pulling away from you, untangling your limbs from his own and pulling you off the counter. Anakin turned you around, shoving your chest against the counter. The cold surface made your nipples hard.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

"Yes, please Anakin, I need you," you whined. Okay, he had you tied around his finger now and he fucking knew it.

He hardly even took off his clothes, pulling out his length. You wish you could've seen it, knew what you were getting into before you took him straight. You had heard rumors from ladies at his favorite bar about how big he was. Sometimes you and Obi-Wan would go, equaling the time spent between you and Anakin, only for you to get mad from the mention of his name. But you never expected it to be that big. When you felt the head push against your entrance, you only slumped down and moaned.

Maker he was big, and you could feel him throbbing against your tight walls as he added more inches into you. It felt like he was in your stomach by the time he stopped, pelvis against your ass.

Grabbing your hair, he pulled you head up. You whimpered, attempting to grasp at something around your area, finding nothing and resulting to splaying your hands on the counter.

"You're so fucking tight, pretty thing. I'm surprised that it only took me kissing you to get you all shy. Always seemed like a brat to me," he whispered in your ear, slowly grinding his hips into you. You felt like puddy in his hands, taking everything he gave you, begging for him, letting him use you.

When you spoke, your words came out hoarse, "Shu- Shut up, nngh-"

As soon as the words came out, his hips pulled out before slamming down on your own. He kept you hair bundled up on his hands, keeping your head up.

"Don't back talk me, I'll fucking ruin you," he growled, "Tell me you're mine, tell me how much you love my cock in your pretty little pussy."

As he continued the teasing motion of grinding himself into you, you couldn't help it. " 'm all yours Ani, love how big your cock is, need you to fuck me so bad."

He laughed, straitening himself before taking your hands and keeping them together, pressing them down onto your back as he thrust into you shallowly. His movements made you squirm, pushing back against him.

"So needy," he groaned, smacking your ass, "Beg for it, angel."

"Please Ani, please. I need more, need you deeper Anakin."

It didn't seem to take much of any convincing before he started fucking you deep, rough thrusts that had your eyes going to the back of your head. You were completely useless, being used as a fuck toy for him. You grabbed the wrist that kept your arms pinned against your back, the only thing keeping you grounded to reality.

Anakin was in bliss, feeling your walls lightly spasm everytime he brushed your g-stop, hearing you moan his name like it was a prayer to some god. He might as well have been to you in that moment, he wanted to give you everything, watch you whimper for him. He wished this could've been softer, sweeter, but he wasn't gonna start sex over an argument and not blow off the months of steam you had caused him.

"You're never gonna lie to me again, right angel?" Anakin asked, pulling you up against by your hair.

"Y'never asked, I wasn't lying 'bout something you never asked," you managed, but you soon came to realize that he did not like that answer.

If you had thought Anakin was fucking you within an inch of your life by that time, maker was he pounding into you harder. You all but moaned louder than you've ever even talked and prayed nobody from the outside heard. Anakin had no room for talking anymore, angling his hips up and taking you so hard that you couldn't even focus on breathing correctly.

You weren't gonna last that long, not when he was pounding into your g-spot, fucking you like a ragdoll. You felt your core clench around him, stomach tightening. All you could make were whines of 'Anakin' and 'please'. And when you finally let go, you felt your soul leave your body.

"Good girl, cum around my cock, just like that," he whispered, voice all breath and rasp, feeling you release around him. He pulled out soon after, spilling his seed all over your lower back.

You stayed down, recovering from what you'd feel for days after this. His scooped up some of his cum with his index and middle finger, "Open up."

You took his two fingers into your mouth, sucking eagerly. It tasted tangy, but you didn't mind, better than him being rude and using your clothes to clean it up.

After making sure you were "clean", he simply fixed himself up, which hardly took long as he didn't really undress, put his glove back on and dressed you up. You didn't need his help, trying to push at his shoulders to let you take care of yourself, but he only shoved you back.

"Let me help you, please," he said, pressing a kiss to your hands before fixing your clothes while you gave into the attention.

He pulled you to your feet, looking down at you. Maker you were the most beautiful mess he'd ever seen. A small spot of drool patched the crease of your lips, your hair was a tangled mess, and your eyes were half-lidded. You must've been exhausted.

He only laughed, kissing your forehead sweetly, "How about we go back to the infirmary, get you a shirt and then we'll clean you up, okay?"

You nodded, holding onto his gloved hand and following him. What were you two even arguing about?

•--•

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader smut #star wars x reader #star wars x reader smut #star wars smut #anakin x reader #anakin x reader smut

[princess-josie-riki]

Alphabet Lore: Lost Friend

What if F died during the events of Alphabet Lore's nZ when he was a child before Alphabet Lore/Number Lore even started?

The story starts with lowercase N meeting with R, I, E, D and S (all lowercase). Finally, N's best friend, F arrives and F, R, I, E, N, D and S start celebrating. Then, came L and O, a pair of lowercase letters, staring at the group of letters, now spelling out "friends", angrily; the reason for this is unknown. L and O stare at each other, and smirk, before agreeing on a plan. L gets inside O's hole, and prepares to aim at N. R, I, E, D and S all run away in fear. O is then released from L, and slingshots onto N, hurting himself.

N sits on the ground, defeated, when F comes over to him and helps him get up. F glares at L and O, who are laughing. He grabs A, R, and T to spell out the word "fart"; this causes L to fart. B, C, D, E, and H begin to laugh at him, with H being so deterred by the smell, he dies and laughs at L as a ghost. F and N roll on the floor, laughing, causing the fart to disappear. F and N stop laughing while L and O look at each other in some sort of agreement, and proceed to beat up F; who cries out the . (period) and : (colon) Gems in response. F is then pushed into the letters R, I, C, and K; O looks at this and alerts everyone, with the word F is spelling being revealed to be "FRICK" (much to the other letters' shock (and Y's horror).

All the letters (except N; not counting G, P, Q, and Y, as they weren't present) glare at F and start beating him up (with C biting F, J shooting his cannonball towards F, shattering his teeth, I bouncing off of F, M smacking F in the back, X smacking F in the face, T jumping out of the ground and hitting F and E hitting F while using D as a weapon); in which F cries the , and * Gems after being hit by M and X respectively. F trips over N and fatally hits his head on the floor, much to N's horror and grief. The other letters become shocked and guilty at this, especially L and O. N cries the ? and ; Gems, forming an ampersand (&) before going to N's body. Heartbroken and traumatized, N becomes depressed and starts crying and running away, running into G in the process, crying out the ! Gem. The Gems all rise to their respective owners (L, M, O, P, and X). Meanwhile, a calculator ship is flying in space. A number named 1 was searching for X. Then, the computer is able to locate X on the planet, Z. The ship then charges up and zooms to Z. Lowercase Q, who was upset after hearing about what happened to F, sees the ship, which leads to chasing after B, M, X, and Y. However, he is too slow to catch up to the others.

Back with N, he walks up his dead best friend's cave miserably, and looking onto the crowd of letters walking away, the other letters looked at N in F's cave turns around, frowning. Soon, N went insane and imagined F still being alive and unharmed as if F was never beaten up with F as a figment of N's imagination. He was even talking to himself, claiming that he was talking to F. Despite the delusions, N is very happy to see F again. He didn't care if he was in denial. N's insanity would go on for years and years as N went from lowercase to uppercase, an adult, signaling the time change. N had also become more grayish, he lost a tooth and he gained a shiner around one of his eyes as his eyes turned gaunt and sunken with bags under his eyes and bloodshot eyes. He had completely lost his mind, refusing to accept the fact that F is dead. Z watches over N as in both pity and concern they cried the "..." gem.

#alphabet lore #alphabet lore AU #au #alphabet lore n #N #alphabet lore f #F #alphabet lore: lost friend #tragedy #horror #insanity

[jojosbizareadventureoc]

PILLARWOMAN/ HUMAN OC

❝Dont judge a book by its cover or a person by there actions alone. It can prove a fatal mistake.❞

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

G e n e r a l I n f o r m a t i o n

Full Name

☾ Emily Rose

Namesake / Meaning

☾ Grandmother's name and mother's favorite flower

Alias / Nicknames

[c]☾ Desert flower

Hamon dancer

Age

☾ 100,000 years (Appears in her late 20s early 30s)

Mental Age

☾ 100,000 years with childlike humor

Species

☾ Half human hamon user half pillarwoman

Gender

☾ Female

Pronouns

☾ she her miss maam

Sexuality

☾ straight

Blood Type

☾ unknown

Birthday

☾ 100,000 years ago around april

Birthplace

☾ An unknown tribe of pillarmen close to American mountains

Nationality

☾ Early Pre American pillarman and early native american hamon monk

(I dont really know. Her tribe was from somewhere closer to north america)

Zodiac Sign

☾ aries

Occupation

☾ Hamon student first then hamon instructor training in hamon healing and defensive fighting. After her village was destroyed she traveled the world doing so many different jobs she has forgotten most if them. Today she travels the world looking for more information about her heritage and healing others as she goes.

Affiliation

☾ (depends on the role-play plot)

Goal

☾ to learn more about her mothers heritage. Possibly find more like herself. To try and feel less lonely.

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❝The world over time though interesting in its changes has grown cold and lonely to me.❞

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M e n t a l & P h y s i c a l S t a t e

Disabilities

☾ sun burns easily

Allergies

☾ lightly allergic to the sun and pollin

Mental Illness(es)

☾ light insomniac

Illness(es)

☾ none

Genetic Disease(s)

☾ none

Diet

☾ loves meat and sweats other than that she has a normal diet

Hygiene

☾ loves to be clean. Hates public toilets. Can not stand unkempt nails.

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❝My nails are my pride. They have to be perfect.❞

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P e r s o n a l i t y

Personality Description

☾ kind and caring to everyone. She respects all life and tries not to harm anyone or anything but she does hate bugs. Emily loves to explore and learn about new technology. Emily loves books and music and being outdoors. Shes usually nice to everyone but if you make her mad or hurt her friends she turns into a terrifying predatory like defender with the aura of a tiger stalking its prey. She hates womanizing men and meaningless flirting but secretly is shy around good looking guys and if one were to flirt with her she would mentally shut down turning into a babbling mess like a teen age girl. She has a fear of forever being alone due to her race and long lifespan plus shes afraid her strength with be to much for anyone to ever be safe with.

Positive Traits

☾ always loyal to friends. Kind and soft hearted. Easily makes friends. Loves to help. Loves to learn and teach.

Negative Traits

☾ tends to hate herself. Has a habit of being a loner. Freaks out when seeing bugs or being threatened by bugs. When she gets angry she shows some of her pillarwoman powers blowing her human cover.

Strengths

☾ is 100,000 years old and carries a lot of knowledge with her. Is super strong and tough. Can see hear and smell better than humans. Can use strong hamon for healing and fighting.

Weaknesses

☾ sun burns easily. Gets depressed at times and just shuts down. Fears hurting others. Doesn't like fire. Is a slight insomniac. Is a natural lightning rod often getting struck

Hobbies

☾ listening to and playing music. Singing. Painting. Drawing. Training with hamon and martial arts. Healing others. Reading books. Researching history. World traveling.

Habits

☾ stays up for several days and nights at a time. Eats to many sweets. Drinks an inhuman amount of alcohol. Hums to herself an old lullaby her mother use to sing. Takes incredible good care of her nails.

Bad Habits

☾ over reacts to nasty bathrooms and braking a nail. Picks at her scabs or bites her lip till it bleeds when she's nervous. Often spends to much time alone.

Talents

☾ can sing play instruments draw paint is extremely flexible remembers things very well use hamon for healing or fighting is grate at martial arts and knows more than any human hamon user alive in current day about hamon

Beliefs / Religion

☾ all life is precious

Phobias & Fears

☾ bugs and that shell live eternally alone never finding anything about her mothers half of her family and that shell accidentally hurt someone

Pet Peeves

☾ hates womanizers and bad nails

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❝I will squash you like a bug if you ever harm an innocent soul again.❞

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L i k e s & D i s l i k e s

Likes

☾ music. Sweets. Meat. Art. Reading. Traveling. Helping others. Learning. Training. Watching horror movies.

Dislikes

☾ bugs womanizers breaking a nail animal cruelty bullies storms

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❝Don't try and quote the past to me. Give been there.❞

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T h i s O r T h a t

Introverted or Extroverted ?

☾ a little of both

Calm or Tense ?

☾ mostly calm

Insane or Sane ?

☾ sane just a bit silly at times

Patient or Impatient ?

☾ patient with some impatient with idiots

Logical or Emotional ?

☾ a bit of both

Reckless or Careful ?

☾ careful

Organized or Disorderly ?

☾ both

Would Rather Working or Relaxing ?

☾ non decided

Optimistic or Pessimistic ?

☾ optimistic

Honest or a Liar ?

☾ honest but has secrets

Would Rather Have Fame or Obscurity ?

☾ obscurity

Brave or Coward ?

☾ brave when needed

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❝Let me help you with that.❞

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A p p e a r a n c e

Hair

☾ long and white with a slight wave to it

Eyes

☾ a spooky white silver with long thick lashes

Skin

☾ very fair and light

Height

☾ 5 foot 9

Weight

☾ 245

Body Type

☾ athletic and well toned

Age Appearance

☾ early 30s late 20s

Scars / Wounds

☾ several but there faded all over her body

Tattoos

☾ none

Glasses

☾ no

Casual / Common Clothes

Formal Clothes

Party / Hangout Clothes

Sleep Wear / Pyjamas

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❝Please tell me there's more cake.❞

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A b i l i t i e s

General Abilities

☾ Emily is a grate martial arts fighter and developed her own style if fighting that makes her look like shes dancing. Shes grate with a whip and a long pole often using them in combat. Shes a master hamon user but mostly uses it to heal. When fighting with hamon she seams to be using electric currents of energy that runs threw every living thing. Its like her mode is lightning.

Strengths

☾ pillarman speed strength and super senses. Strong healing hamon and lightning energy hamon.

Weaknesses

☾ can't use her lightning energy hamon in water or when soaked due to the water being a conductor. Sunburns easily. Is mostly a pacifists preferring not to fight. Terrified of bugs. Doesn't heal as fast as full blooded pillarmen because she's half human.

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❝Care to dance with danger?❞

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C o m b a t & I n v e n t o r y

Fighting Style

☾ dancing marital arts style where she almost never stops moving.

Strategy

☾ confuse her enemy by constantly moving then strike when they least expect it or just directly strike with hamon

Inventory

☾ travels carrying a hikers backpack with her equipped with mostly basic survival gear like a tent sleeping bag or hammock and some food along with maps and compas. Always has some kind of book and a small flute called an ocarnia. Has a retractable long metal pole good for conducting her hamon and a rope whip. Often wears or has in her backpack a heavy metal suit for speed training.

Status

☾ she likes to live a peaceful life but will fight if the moment calls for it.

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❝Can we all just get along?❞

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S t a t s

Physical Strength

☾ 9/10

Mental Strength

☾ 9/10

Reflexes

☾ 9/10

Endurance

☾ 9/10

Speed

☾ 10/10

Technique

☾ 10/10

Cooperativeness

☾ 10/10

Self-Control

☾ 10/10

Intelligence

☾ 10/10

Stamina

☾ 9/10

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❝All life is precious. Especially a short human life.❞

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S t a n d /H a m o n I n f o r m a t i on

Hamon or Stand User ?

☾ hamon

Hamon Type

☾ indirect, direct attacks/ healing

Hamon Description

☾ emily is able to direct the flow of electric energy from her body or another living thing into electric lightning like attacks including punches and kicks and she can direct the electrical current threw her metal staff to deliver strong strikes at a distant as well as using her whip to do the same. In a last attack she can summon her final strength and shoot a bolt of energy from her hands. If she is near a good source of energy like in a city full if electricity she is pretty much never out of ammo. She prefers to heal with her hamon and as long as the wounds are not life threatening she can heal anything.

Limitations

☾ can not use her hamon in rain or when wet. If she uses to much of her own energy her body starts to shut down. If she heals to many people at one time she can get sick and weak.

Drawbacks

☾ she is a walking lightning rod and ends up burning a lot of clothing by being struck by lightning. Often ends up shorting out electronic devices by accident due to her high energy.

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❝Dang it I short circuited another radio.❞

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❝Stop hitting me with lightning nature!❞

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F a m i l y & R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Family

Father

☾ deceased. Former hamon Indian chief

Mother

☾ deceased pillarwoman

Aunts / Uncles

☾ dead

Siblings / Cousins

☾ dead

Grandparents

☾ dead

Friends & Close Friends

☾ the speedwagon foundation and the joestars

Love Interests / Crushes

☾ Joseph joestar ,ceaser, karrs, esidisi, whamuu, Santana

Partners

☾ none

Enemies / Rivals

☾ bullies and basic bad guys

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❝I wish I wasn't the only one of my kind.❞

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B a c k g r o u n d & O v e r a l l

L i f e

Background / Backstory

Grew up peacefully at first with her mother teaching her to use her pillar strength and senses wisely. She had a hard time making friends when she was young because the kids were afraid of her. Even after she wondered away from her sleeping mother one morning and learned she was immune to the sun. Her father was a hamon student and found her playing with a puppy. He also saw flowers growing around her as a result of her hamon. He began to train her from then on and thought her to use hamon to heal as well as defend.

Teenage Years / Adolescence

☾ when she turned 13 her father had become a grate hamon teacher and healer in there tribe. He was in his late 50s but her and her mother aged slower than him. They both continued to train her and she became a hamon warrior when she turned 15. Her tribe accepted her and she soon had many friends. She fell in love but they were never to be together. There lives were just to different and he rejected her witch caused her to develop a fear of rejection and she decided never to fall in love again.

Adulthood

☾ As time passed on her father became chief of the tribe and she in turn became a princess but they did not really use that sort of tital. Emily was now well into her 30s and her father was very old. They both had heard of her mothers clan being attacked and wiped out by other rogue pillar men and that other hamon tribes were also being slaughtered. Fearing an attack emily's parents sent her away to train and learn more about her powers and herself but in reality they just wanted her to be safe. While she is away the rogue pillarmen attack killing everyone and her mother falls by there hands refusing to join them. By the time Emily returns 5 years later she finds the ruins of her home, her people nothing but corpses, and a crumbled statue of her mothers body witch turns to dust when she touches it. Emily morns for days and goes in search of revenge but never finds anything to tell her what happened.

Current Location

☾ Traveling the world (depends on role-play story)

Residence

☾ nomads don't live anywhere long

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❝Guess the nomadic life suits me.❞

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T r i v i a / E x t r a

☾ loves all animals

☾ has worked for police and mafia and yakiza

☾ has a fortune of her own hidden in secret locations all across the world

☾ is a simp for big muscles and nice butts

☾ lives spring and fall

☾ loves skinny dipping and hot springs

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❝Lets just enjoy the jurney.❞

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T h e m e S o n g ( s )

☾

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❝Im just one big mystery.❞

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C r e d i t s

Artwork / Faceclaim Credit

☾ none

Character Design Credit

☾ imvu creators

Sources Used

☾ imvu for character design

Misc info.

☾ Training outfit

Speed training armor

#ocs #oc info #pillarwoman

[caineyouseeme]

Vampire Izzy P.1 (complete)

(TW: themes of DV, blood, sexual content)

Thinking about Vampire Izzy today…

Vampire Izzy, who gets injured on a raid but is too proud to tell anyone. Of course, his captain (Stede since Ed has fucked off to be a rodeo clown or whatever it was this week) had noticed his absence and goes looking for him.

Izzy’s bare torso is a sickly grey twinged with green. It contrasts the jar of something red in his hands. He sneers at it as Stede pushes into cabin, forgetting to knock in his hurry. “Fuck off!” Izzy hissed before Stede could begin. “Sorry!” He yelped, covering his eyes.

It reminded Izzy of a child playing hide and seek. There was moment of silence in which Stede appeaed to remember that he’s the captain and that, more importantly, there was a dark wound spreading like spider webs from Izzy’s side. “You’re hurt!” Stede exclaimed.

“I noticed,” Izzy retorted, rolling his eyes, but it lacked the usual malice. “Don’t worry yourself Bonnet, this is nothing for someone like me.” But that didn’t seem right. Of course Stede knew what Izzy was and had seen him heal from from worse than this, but whatever this was, wasn’t healing.

Stede ignored Izzy’s protests and came to sit beside him on the cot. Izzy curled inwards, his body turning away from the captain. Stede was taken aback. Izzy seemed almost… afraid of him. It made his heart ache.

“I—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—“ Stede spluttered as he moved to stand, but cut off when a trembling hand gripped his thigh. He met Izzy’s gaze with hesitation. Izzy’s pupils were blown wide, causing his eyes to look nearly black. The grey skin only highlighting their appearance. “Shut up,” he rasped.

Stede did.

“Fucking merchant tipped his knife with poison…” he brought the jar to his lips again, sniffing it with displeasure before taking a swing. He eyed Stede, but the captain forced himself to remain silent. “‘M not human, so it’s not fatal.”

Stede relaxed, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “So then, why is it..” he ventured, gesturing to the dark tendrils.

Izzy laughed humorlessly. “Happens sometimes, when I’m…” he seemed to choose the words carefully, “rationing.”

Stede’s brow furrowed.

Izzy suppressed an exasperated sigh as he raised the glass of, what Stede was beginning to suspect was, blood in a mock cheers.

“But we were just on a raid… couldn’t you have… uh, eaten?”

Izzy suppressed another eye roll. “Guess I forgot to take a bite as I was getting fucking stabbed.” He sighed. “I have some here anyways. It’s fine,” he said this last part more to himself than Stede.

Stede hadn’t moved though. He seemed to be hesitating on something.

“Just spit it out Bonnet.”

“Right then, might I ask, uh—whose is that?” He asked, pointing to the jar in Izzy’s hands.

Izzy curled around it, his grip tightening as if Stede might try to wrestle it from him. “Ed’s,” he breathed, staring down at the liquid.

“Ah—and is it, I mean, it’s fine if it so, but is it always…”

He trailed off, but Izzy knew what was coming. “Yeah. It’s… it’s always Ed.”

“So then… when was the last time the two of you uh, did… that?”

Izzy’s lips curled in sneer. “Not sure. when did you come back?”

They were quiet for a long time then. Well, a long time for Stede. It gave Izzy time to finish his ‘drink’ at least.

“And since then…” asked, predictably.

Izzy raised the empty jar in response before setting it on the ground.

Stede fidgeted, fingers tugging at the hem of his sleeves as he stared intently down at them.

Izzy gave a long suffering sigh. He was exhausted and his side ached and, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Bonnet smelled fucking delicious. The whole thing was giving him a migraine.

“Just spit it out so I get sleep. Got stabbed today and all,” he growled.

“And poisoned!” Stede offered, unhelpfully.

Izzy’s returning look was deadly.

Stede cleared his throat. “Ah yes, right—well it’s, it’s just… why? No—no, I mean, I not WHY. But, why just him? Just Ed? I mean, couldn’t you… you know, eat… anyone?”

Izzy snorted, the corners of his lips hinting at a smile. He considered lying. He was fairly sure Stede would believe anything he said about vampires, but, as amusing as the thought was, Izzy found himself needing Stede to understand. Or, at least, knew he might be able to.

“It was…” Izzy began, choosing his words carefully, “an arrangement we made, Eddie and me, back when we first met. I’d be his attack dog and he’d make sure I never went hungry… well, that’s what we told ourselves at least. I think by agreeing to only feed from him, Ed was making sure I needed him as much as he needed me.” Izzy knew it was true the moment he’d said it, but even so, the words felt like a betrayal.

There was evident confusion on Stede’s face as he searched Izzy’s carefully composed expression. “But if you agreed to that, if he agreed to that, why does he… I mean, surely he didn’t leave enough for this many weeks?”

Izzy’s expression was soft, almost sad as he contemplated the question. “Eddie doesn’t always think past himself. You should know that by now.”

Stede did. He wished he didn’t, but he did. “But if you know that, why keep starving yourself like this?”

Izzy flinched at the words. He knew it was true, but it still hurt to hear allowed. He considered telling Stede to fuck off, but he’d been honest so far, why not keep going? “We made that deal nearly forty years ago.”

A series of complicated expressions crossed Stede’s face as he considered that. “So for over three decades you’ve only ever had…?”

“Stupid, isn’t it?” Izzy laughed humorlessly.

“No.”

That’s surprised Izzy. He met the captain’s gaze and found it gentle.

“I don’t think it’s stupid Isr—Izzy. I think it’s… romantic.”

“Got a fucked sense of romance,” Izzy retorted, but there was an ache in his chest now that had nothing to do with his wound.

“Suppose I do,” Stede chuckled. “So that’s why you aren’t healing like normal? You need more blood?”

“I’m still healing faster than you lot,” Izzy growled.

“Well then,” Stede announced, hands clapping together in front of him, “there’s only one thing for it!” And without another word, he tugged his shirt up and over his head.

Izzy stared in apparent horror. “I’m not fucking—“ he began, voice taking on a nervous edge.

“Nonsense!” Stede interrupted. “I’m the captain and that means your deal is with me now.”

Izzy wanted to argue that being captain was never part of the deal, that it was between him and Edward, but the words had died in his suddenly very dry mouth.

If Izzy had had enough blood, he would have blushed. As it was, he was determinedly not staring at Stede’s chest nor his surprisingly muscled arms.

“Alright then, how do we do this?” Stede asked with far too much enthusiasm.

“Do…?” Izzy began, his brain refusing to accept the scene before him. “Oh. Oh! I— no, we don’t—“

But Stede was waving away his protests. “Mister Hands, it is your duty to remain in peak physical condition in order to protect this crew. How can you expect to do that when you are wounded?”

Izzy had rarely heard what he thought of as Stede’s ‘captain voice’ and he had to admit, he didn’t hate it. He also didn’t hate the idea of tasting him, as guilty as the idea made him feel.

Izzy gnawed absently at his lip. “It won’t be what you expect,” he warned.

“I can do it,” Stede replied resolutely.

Izzy groaned in defeat. “Just don’t complain if it hurts, Bonnet. You offered.”

Stede straighten with evident delight, despite Izzy’s ominous warning. “Noted!”

Izzy took a deep breath, steadying himself. It would be a shame if he accidentally decapitated Stede… Probably.

He nudged Stede’s shoulder until he turned, giving Izzy a better angle. He swallowed and Izzy couldn’t help but watch the way his gently freckled neck worked. He leaned in, pausing a hairs breath from Stede’s throat. He inhaled, letting himself savor the scent of sweat and blood. “Are you sure?” He asked, voice barely a whisper.

“Yes,” Stede breathed, tone resolute.

Izzy’s fangs were thin and needle sharp. They broke through the skin easily and soon his mouth was flooded with the sweet liquid. He drank deeply, savoring the warmth that spread from Stede, into him. There came a low, guttural moan and Izzy froze. Had that been him?

“S—sorry,” Stede squeaked.

Izzy licked the small wound, his saliva causing the blood to clot. “Didn’t think you were into that,” he teased, though it lacked the usual edge with the way Izzy continued to mouth at his skin.

“I’m not!” Stede protested. “It’s just felt kind of… good, is all.”

“Told you it wouldn’t be what you expected.”

“Did you… I mean, you can have some more, if you want.”

Izzy couldn’t seen his face, but he could practically hear him blush. “You sure?” He breathed.

Stede nodded, his unshaven chin tickling Izzy’s cheek. “I want you to.”

Izzy let things go fuzzy around the edges then. It’d been a long time since he’d lost himself like this. Even with Ed, Izzy never knew when his mood would shift and Izzy would get shoved to the ground, or worse.

Perhaps that’s why he didn’t think about the way he was wrapping both arms around Stede and pulling himself closer. It wasn’t until he heard Stede’s ragged, “Iz—Izzy, are you—ah—are you sure?” That Izzy came crashing back to himself, only to realize he was straddling Stede’s waist, one hand on his neck and the other dimpling his back. Only when Izzy’s hips stilled did he realized he had been shamelessly dry humping the other man. Well, not exactly dry.

Izzy started back and would have fallen if Stede hadn’t held on. He began to splutter nervous apologies, intending to flee the cabin in embarrassment, but cut off as stede pulled him forward again. He was hard, the line of his cock pressing pointedly between Izzy’s thighs.

Izzy’s cunt throbbed at the proximity. “Yeah,” he rasped, meeting Stede’s hungry gaze. “Yeah, I’m sure.” His hands pressed between them, trembling the slightest bit as he pulled at Stede’s laces.

Izzy stood to strip away his smalls. Stede stared up at him, eyes glinting in the dull lamp light. He pressed his lips to the inky tendril that crested Izzy’s stomach, kissing him there as he pulled away the last of Izzy’s clothing.

Izzy stepped clear of the shorts as Stede pulled his own trousers off, nearly tearing them in his haste. They tangled around his ankles, catching on the boots he’d forgotten to remove.

Izzy barely waited for Stede to kick his boots away before he was leaning in, hands on Stede’s shoulders and one knee, the one he’d only nearly managed to heal after being shot, braced beside him.

“You sure?” Izzy repeated, hoping he kept the tremor from his voice. If his heart could beat, he knew it would have been racing.

Stede steadied himself with one hand on the bed and tilted his head to the side, exposing the freshly healed punctures. “Yes.”

It was said with so much conviction that Izzy didn’t protest. He sank down until the tip of Stede cock teased his leaking cunt. He was breathing hard. It wasn’t technically something he had to do, but it felt natural in these moments. The two of them, breathing the same air with nothing and everything between them.

Izzy’s eyes fluttered shut as he was filled. Stede’s hands gripped his hips, guiding him down. Izzy let out a shaky breath and let his lips fall back to Stede’s throat. He didn’t bite down again, not yet. He kissed along Stede’s collar, the kisses deepening until he was leaving dark bruises in the skin. He rolled his hips, feeling stede press against his walls before rising up and crashing back down.

Stede moaned in his ear, his throat vibrating against Izzy’s lips. He bit. Again the warmth spread through Izzy, this time feeling as if it went directly to his cunt.

How long had it been since he’d been touched like this? His belly and cunt were both full for the first time in ages and he reveled in it.

“God you feel absolutely incredible,” Stede murmured, his hand coming up to tangle in Izzy’s hair. Pulling just enough for him to feel it.

Izzy licked a stripe up the captain’s neck, teasing Stedes earlobe between his teeth and grinning when he felt him shutter. Izzy pulled back, mouth slightly agape with little moans as stede thrust into him.

Stedes eyes were half lidded, his brow furred in concentration. He smiled when he saw Izzy watching him and it was a brilliant thing. He rubbed his thumb across the corner of Izzy’s mouth before holding it out to him, a thin red line across its surface.

Izzy didn’t know how Stede could be so blasé when it came to his own blood, but he didn’t much care at the moment.

He sucked the digit between his lips with more enthusiasm than was necessary. It was worth it though, if the way Stede’s cock twitched at the sight was any indicator.

“You taste fucking incredible,” Izzy groaned. He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but he was feeling strangely giddy.

“Show me?” Stede whispered.

Izzy didn’t hesitate. He cupped Stede’s face between his hands and kiss him. It was long and deep, their bodies rocking slowly as they devoured each other.

Izzy broke away first with a small cry. “Yes! Th—there, fuck— harder, Stede!” He moaned against Stede’s lips.

Stede gripped his hips and fucked into him, finding the spot that made Izzy cry out over and over until he was tumbling over the edge, coming hard on Stede’s cock, the captain’s name still on his lips.

Stede’s answering kiss was haphazard, interrupted with little whimpering cries. He clutched Izzy to him, burying his face in Izzy’s shoulder and breathing him in as Izzy was filled.

They lay together, some time later, after stede had fetched water for the basin and fresh towels. Of course, he hadn’t bothered to redress completely, throwing on only his trousers and loose boots. A fact which the crew had both noticed and commented on. Izzy cursed them all silently, but couldn’t find it in himself to be mad just then.

“How does it feel?” Stede asked, his fingers trailing over the nearly dissipated marks that the poison had left. They lay back to front. Stede spooning Izzy loosely, his right hand tracing the fading wound.

“A little sore, but not nearly as bad as it was. Thank you, by the way, for… well, thanks,” Izzy muttered, glad he didn’t have to see Stede’s expression.

Stede kissed the base of Izzy’s neck in response. “Of course. I’ll always take care of my first mate.”

Izzy felt the corners of his eyes prick and he blinked back the tears before they would form. “Always?” he managed, throat thick.

Another kiss, this one to the top of Izzy’s head. It was strange how natural it all felt and yet, so foreign to them both.

“Always.”

——End——

#ofmd #fan fiction #Stizzyweek #Vampire Izzy #Izzy Hands

[duskamethyst]

stranger danger.

a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, pwp

warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping

pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader

summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.

you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.

so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.

even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.

but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.

startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.

he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”

in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.

the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.

“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”

toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”

the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.

“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.

you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”

“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.

“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”

toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.

but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.

his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.

“get in front of the car.” he urges.

“huh? why?”

toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”

you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.

“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.

you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.

the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.

“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”

“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.

“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.

“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.

“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.

“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.

“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”

“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.

“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”

you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”

toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”

your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”

“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.

“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.

“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.

“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”

toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”

you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.

“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”

your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.

seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?

“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”

toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.

“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.

“no.” you answer meekly.

“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”

“then stop fucking around.”

without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.

“look at daddy.”

and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.

“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.

squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.

“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”

you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.

“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.

you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.

“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.

you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.

once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.

“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.

his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”

you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”

“get up. face the car.”

toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.

“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.

“i’m sor–”

“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”

toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.

“but that’s what you want, right?”

your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.

“mmh– s-so big–!”

“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.

“n-no– ah–!”

toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.

“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.

you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.

“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”

your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.

“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.

your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.

“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.

“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.

“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.

“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”

toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.

“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.

“fucking take it.”

toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.

“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.

“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.

“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.

“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.

“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.

“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.

“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”

“i’m gonna–”

toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.

as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.

“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.

you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.

“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.

and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.

toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.

he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.

“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”

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scattered stars | jjk (m)

Summary: “And with that, a picture of Jungkook flashed into your mind, his fingertips caressing your cheek and his gentle and affectionate smile sending shivers down your spine as you admitted to yourself that yes - you wanted him.“

It’s easy to despise Jungkook when your contradicting magic doesn’t allow you to touch each other without fatal consequences - but what if your eternal enemy turns out to be your soulmate with whom you, unfortunately, do fall in love?

pairing: Jungkook x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: enemies to lovers, soulmate!au, fantasy!au; fluff, a ton of angst, smut

warnings: characters fainting, near major character death, light swearing, some fighting, characters crying, explicit sexual content, oral (f. & m. receiving), bit of a handjob, fingering, temperature play, soft sex, rough sex (yes, both), unprotected sex (there’s magic, don’t do it irl, guys), breast play, marking/biting, ass grabbing, y/n and jk feel a lot of pain but choose to ignore it cuz loveee; uh i think that’s it?

word count: 17.9k (SORRY)

a/n: welcome back! this fic was created for the “spring will come again”-event hosted by @bangtanarmynet (prompts at the end of the post) and is also my submission for this month’s theme ‘bloom’ for @thebtswritersclub​! again, a big thank you to @dee-ehn for this beautiful banner and to my betas @missgeniality , @venusiangguk & @voiceswithoutlips!! you made this story what it is right now! and now, enjoy!!

uploaded to AO3, too (for those who prefer pdfs or mobile readings!)

listen to: out of love (alessia cara) | in the fall (hwa sa) | talking to the moon (bruno mars) | already gone (sleeping at last) | medicine (jc stewart) - recommended by @moonsetlover​ 

➳ read the sequel scattered stars: collision here! (both can be read as stand-alone fics!)

MASTERLIST | WIPs | MOODBOARD

Your flower hadn’t bloomed yet.

Despite having turned 21 quite a while ago, the lightly faded imprint of your tattoo - or birthmark? - hadn’t moved a bit. Every once in a while you’d give it a peek, seeing that all the blossoms, leaves, and colours were still the same, and it did nothing to ease your tension.

Your mother would always complain about this as if it was your, and your fault only. Remind you on a daily basis how Eva had already found her companion, the love of her life, and settled with him, an engagement ring decorating her pretty hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Eva and her perfect life,” you whispered to yourself, a hand drumming against your little side bag while your eyes scanned your surroundings.

Honestly, you weren’t in the mood for the hunting trip tonight at all - you’d rather wanted to stay at home, play a game with your sister while listening to your parents’ past stories that never ended, a new memory adding to an old one each time they began to talk. But as the daughter of the most important person of your little village, this trip was nothing you were able or allowed to miss.

Having the reputation of the most powerful, young sorceress of your big family always seemed intriguing to others. Little did they know how much of a toll it took on you, the responsibility on your shoulders constantly dragging you down as if it weighed tons.

You’d once told your father that you didn’t intend to take over his place - he was free to assign this to your eldest cousin or whoever. But being the responsible adult who adhered to all rules, he had declined your offer and insisted on making you take over his place as the head magician of the village.

And now, here you were, trotting through the soil to find the spirits that had haunted several civilians in the last few months. While evil entities torturing people’s sleep only happened once in half a decade, you felt exhausted already, all nervousness from last night having vanished as you tried to detect the last soul that was still hiding from you.

Your father had long returned home after he’d been injured a few hours ago - the pain wasn’t too bad, but it was enough to have his guardians drag him away to not risk further damage. So, now, you were alone, having volunteered to stay back like the idiot that you were - you didn’t even know enough about hunting.

You’d trained your magic skills for years, yes, anything water and ice-related burned into your mind, but facing an actual spirit was beyond anything you’d ever practised. And when you finally heard the sound of steps on leaves, you stopped in your tracks, eyes and ears sharpening.

The air around you grew colder, your breath visible in front of your face, and you lifted your hands as you readied yourself for a spell.

“Come on,” you whispered, knees bent slightly, waiting for something to happen.

And when it did, you were caught completely off guard - you flew against the nearest tree, back hitting the trunk so harshly that you felt your head spin.

Your hand automatically raised again, extracting the moisture from the ground to form a shield in front of you that you froze into ice. You knew it wasn’t the most effective method to defend yourself against a supernatural creature, but the idea of being vulnerable was even more daunting.

You could still hear the footsteps and the ruffling of the leaves, but it was impossible to say where the sounds came from. And if you didn’t concentrate now, you could end up as one of these nasty spirits.

Taking a deep breath, you emptied your mind, the thought of a tracking spell forming in your brain as you inspected the energy of your surroundings, trying to detect where the creature was lingering around. Your arm started to tingle, the urge to scratch strong - but you tried hard not to let your attention shift to the little games this devil was playing, scrambling for the spell instead.

And you were almost there - there was just a little more left to kill this spirit once and for all; but instead, you noticed louder and faster footsteps, breaking your focus as you felt the whole of your gathered energy falter.

Annoyed and slightly intimidated, you looked into the direction of the runner, only to see that it was a face you hadn’t seen in years - one that you’d avoided at all cost.

You couldn’t count on two hands how many times you both had fought over nothing, standing and yelling at a safe distance as you pointed accusing fingers at him for everything, be it a broken toy, accidental magic slips, or a squished flower.

But that was ages ago; that was when you’d still accompany your father to monthly visits to the other village when he and the leader of the other place would discuss details about your borders and what belonged to whom. This didn’t happen anymore, though. By now, the rules had been cleared, and in that sense, you hadn’t seen this particular boy grow up either.

He halted right in front of you, his eyes apparently seeing something that you couldn’t when he shot an invisible heatwave into one direction skillfully while you stood there in a useless manner, staring at his now long hair and broad shoulders.

And then, everything calmed down.

“This one was mine, Jungkook!” you yelled as you ran a half-circle around him, glaring at him.

But, fuck, the moment he looked at you, you were mesmerised. Jungkook had changed indeed - he looked so much more mature now, the curls put back in a bun and his muscles peeking through the tight shirt that he wore underneath his open jacket.

He stared at you without a care, shrugging before he answered, “You obviously needed help.”

You rolled your eyes. He’d been one of the reasons you’d been reluctant to even come hunting - you’d known for sure that he’d be here with his people, and just when you’d thought you wouldn’t see him anymore, he’d now suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

And it irritated you.

Because Jungkook was someone who didn’t need to work around a lot of words to rile you up. He emanated so much arrogance and narcissism that you wanted to smash his aura with your feet and hope that his face came in between.

Unfortunately, you weren’t allowed to touch him. In any way.

And as you readied yourself to remark something, you suddenly felt your whole weight get pushed to the side and onto the ground, landing harshly on the floor only a few feet away from Jungkook.

The light around you vanished and darkness took its place, only leaving you with enough illumination to see as much as you needed to operate.

Seemed like the spirit wasn’t gone after all; because just now, it had trapped you in place.

That’s what spirits did to people: they’d lure them into their territory, a spot they were the strongest at - then, they’d cage them somewhere safe and make their prisoners either go insane until they could feed off their fear, or wait for them to starve to consume the soul that their bodies didn’t need anymore.

In most cases, people didn’t possess magical abilities - as for you, it was just as terrifying. But you weren’t as defenseless as others - you had a chance to survive. You just had to figure out how. At least the spirit had been friendly enough to grant you some time now - because the moment the walls around you had closed, you felt your magic slip, the barrier draining you for the time being.

“What went wrong?” you immediately questioned, glaring at Jungkook as you stood, clearing your clothes from the dirt.

“Don’t know,” he answered, inspecting the invisible cage with a float of his hands, “that was another spirit. Seems like there was one that we didn’t expect - this spell doesn’t have the same energy as the spirit I just killed.”

Jungkook could do that - detect energies this easily. His power derived from fire, the most furious of the elements, and seeing as his energy could be formed into heat, it was easier for him to hunt. These things came naturally to him, were his comfort zone since he’d been born.

That was also the reason why you’d found it so hard to find the presence of the spirit earlier - you with your water powers were more skilled in other areas; yet another reason why you hated hunting in the forest so much but loved to save a harmless turtle from its predator.

“What now?” you asked him, watching him sit down on a flat, knee-high stone.

“We have to wait until our magic comes back. And then think of something.” His tone was so calm, like he didn’t care about all of these at all - either this or he wanted to appear like this in front of his enemy, too stubborn to show that he might be scared, too.

Either way, you couldn’t deny that he was absolutely right. There was nothing more you could do but wait.

Another hard thump against the wall had you groaning in anger when you realised that it wouldn’t budge. Although you already knew, the final realisation hit you - you were definitely stuck with him here between the shadows of the big oak trees, and maybe it wouldn’t have been half as bad if you didn’t feel his glare boring holes into your back.

“What?” you snapped, looking at him as you shifted your weight to one leg.

He shrugged, his fingertips brushing the blossoms of the blue flower he had picked while you’d almost broken your wrist trying to break out from here. His gaze was blank, no feelings behind his dark eyes as he waited for you to calm down.

You sighed when you realized that anger would get you nowhere - you had to take a deep breath and work on a solution, so you could go home. In that sense, you headed to the nearest stone to sit down, surprised when you suddenly heard Jungkook clear his throat before he remarked, “I wouldn’t. It looks as if some animal… emptied itself there.”

Stopping in your tracks, you looked down to the pile of excrements on the surface of the stone, grimacing as you changed the direction. “Didn’t think you’d care about what happens to my clothes... or me.”

“I don’t. I just find it funny that you haven’t changed at all. You still don’t register what happens around you,” he stated with a slight lilt in his voice, provoking you further.

“Jungkook, you haven’t seen me in years. Don’t act like you know me.”

He rolled his eyes, brushing through his long hair. Looking at him like this, you had to admit that he looked incredibly handsome. Growing up, he’d gained some muscular weight, his facial features had become sharper and his height had shot up in no time. There was still no doubt that you hated him; but above all, you were mature enough to admit to yourself that you despised a man who was undoubtedly beautiful.

“Whatever,” came his reply, his eyes on yours pulling you out of your thoughts, “I have an idea.”

One of your eyebrows shot up and you leaned forward to put your elbows on your legs, hands cupping your face as you listened. Jungkook looked at you with a tilt of his head - when had you become so pretty?

“Uh. How well trained are your telepathic skills?” he asked, and you knew immediately what he was hinting at.

“I think I might be able to reach Dad, but since we’re stuck between magical walls, it will cost me a lot of energy to do so,” you admitted while already searching your brain for the right type of power that was needed for this.

Jungkook rubbed his neck in thought, trying to come up with something that could, would, work. “I can lend you some of my energy. I can’t do telepathy, but I know your family can.”

He was right. Despite channeling your magic from your element, telepathy was something that was practically your family’s core prowess. You’d always had it, just like Jungkook’s family had always had the ability to see for miles, a clear vision that helped when they needed to fight their enemies. You reckoned this was also the reason he’d known where you’d been when he’d helped you before.

Jungkook’s fire magic was extremely powerful - so it only made sense to let him aid you if you wanted to get out of here. You nodded after hesitating for a while, standing up and walking towards him.

“Do you know how that works?” he asked you, leaving his seat and raising his hands, palms facing the sky.

You nodded again, placing your hands right over his, careful not to touch him, but to hover near enough to feel the energy. Immediately, you registered another sting inside you, a pain searing in your hands and spreading across your arms, accompanied by the same weird tingle you’d felt when the spirit had attacked you.

“God. Hurts,” you simply said, looking at him and noticing that he, too, had contorted his face into a grimace. “Okay.”

You had to hurry up.

Closing your eyes, you sought out the spell to reach your father, mumbling the words in your head along with his name repeatedly until you felt the magic grow in you.

The darkness behind your eyelids got replaced by images of the forest, your house, your father’s eyes until it stopped right before you arrived. That was the moment you needed Jungkook. Instantly, you concentrated on your hands instead of your pain, feeling the warmth seep into you as if he was a fireplace, burning so hot that it almost overwhelmed you.

Not only touching him was fatal - apparently it was dangerous to borrow his magic, too.

“Okay,” you whispered, tears stinging in the corners of your eyes as the discomfort became more intense with each word, your mind already starting to fog while you tried to hold on. “Okay.”

Sighing deeply, you let his heat flow through you, calling for your father, squeezing your eyes shut harder and concentrating until -

You knew you were connected with him when you heard your name in his voice, and you hurried to tell him what was happening, where you thought you were, sending your energy, so he could track it. With a promise to be there as fast as he could, the connection dropped at the same time that you did, and Jungkook was quick to pull his hands away before he could touch you.

On your knees and hands, you panted, feeling endlessly dizzy, yet proud of yourself for achieving this feat. You hadn’t obtained all of your magic back yet, and maybe you both had tried this too early, but you were glad that you had. Truth be told, you couldn't have done it without his help. Speaking of whom-

“Are you alright?” he asked, actual worry coating his deep voice as he kneeled.

“I will be. Just mind… hazy,” you managed, carefully standing up to approach your stone again, holding onto the edges of it to get yourself together. You looked at his questioning expression, clearly asking you what you’d said and gotten as an answer.

Your breathing calming down, you nodded softly before you mumbled, “Soon.”

Soon.

It felt like half an eternity since you’d contacted your father, and when you started shivering, goosebumps forming around your bare clavicles, time seemed to pass even slower. With the cold of the night approaching, you weren’t sure how long you’d be able to sit here without snapping yet again.

But trying not to shift Jungkook’s attention to you, you sat up straight, a nonchalant expression taking over your face as you put on the tough act again. Despite your efforts, however, your trembling was unmistakable, and a brief glance at you made Jungkook leave out a quiet chuckle.

He stood up, pulling his leather jacket off his shoulders and draping it over you unexpectedly. Your eyes widened in surprise the same time your arm started itching, and a quick look at Jungkook’s exposed arms had you nearly faint on the spot before you could ask him about his friendly act.

Not only was he as muscular as you’d expected, the biceps flexing each time he brought his hands to his hair; the beautiful flower mark that all your people knew had also captured your attention right away.

It explained in the split of a millisecond why you’d felt this burning sensation on your skin the whole night, the urge to scratch as strong as it would be with a rash. And as you stared at his glowing blue flower, extended to not only his wrist but to his upper arm, too, you were stunned, captured in a feeling that was something between awe and fear.

“You - Jungkook…” you whispered, shocked when you realized that he was hearing, but ignoring you. He knew.

In an instant, you lifted your sleeve just a little, seeing the sprouts and blossoms of your own plant spreading across your wrist as they glowed in the same cyan as Jungkook’s and your throat tightened, your heart unsure if it should allow you to cry or not.

“This is… a misunderstanding, right?” you inquired, your breath shaking.

Soulmates were usually bound to come and stay together, forced to entrust their life to each other. In a world like yours, falling in love voluntarily was seldom an option, given the fact that destiny decided your fate the moment you were born. While choosing someone who didn’t hold this title was easy, it mostly turned out to be a disaster over the course of time, making it practically impossible to stay happy with a non-soulmate.

But your oldest magic settling on someone from another village, especially someone you so long ago decided to loathe forever, was rare. You remembered the last similar case, and you knew that something like this had the potential to end in nothing less than a tremendous fight between your families, despite you both having no say in when your flowers bloomed.

No.

This wasn’t real.

“I wish,” Jungkook answered, shaking his head, “I wish it was a misunderstanding. But my skin has been tingling the whole time. So… yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, if you knew?!” you inquired, standing up so abruptly that his jacket fell off of one of your shoulders.

You were furious, confused, but in contrast to you, he didn’t seem to be affected at all, only sitting on his stone and fumbling with his fingers while his naked arms rested on his thighs. “What for? It’s not like we’ll listen… and I figured, you might have noticed. Does your arm not hurt?”

A look at your now covered skin and you sighed, nodding before you said, “Well... tickles. Burns just a little, too.”

Jungkook didn’t answer, but focused on a butterfly instead, leaving you both in silence as you tried to comprehend what that meant for you. “How do we- what do we do? How can this be possible, if there’s nothing but hate between us?”

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, chuckling lightly as he declared, “I don’t even hate you.”

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief before you scoffed, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, that’s not my problem, Y/N.”

“Listen, this-” you started, but were quickly interrupted by a loud thud behind you, having you flinch so hard that Jungkook’s jacket flew off completely now.

He didn’t hesitate to move forward, picking it up and putting it on you again before he approached the direction the sound had come from, voices suddenly echoing through the forest. You turned around to see that your father had finally arrived with some of his men, and you ran towards the faces you knew so quickly, as if you feared that the walls would close again.

Your father put an arm around you, his eyes squinting when his hand touched the jacket, gaze shifting to Jungkook before he sighed. Now was not the moment to interrogate about what had happened in their absence or what the jacket signified, so he let it go, focusing on bringing you home safe and sound instead.

Despite the cold of the night, you knew that it was right to give Jungkook his piece of clothing back - but when you turned around, he was already walking away, not sparing you a glance as his tattoo became fainter with every step he took. You stared at his confident steps and his hands in his pockets only for a few seconds before you turned around again, only one thought coursing your mind.

When had he stopped being completely terrible?

The weather still had a bite of cold, but warming sunrays tried their best to neutralize the effect. The forest was someplace you'd frequent often, either to get a break from life or stop yourself from melding into your bed out of indolence. Today being the latter, you'd decided to fight against the lazy urge and use your legs for your own sake.

The fact that you wore Jungkook’s jacket at all times, eyes searching for him, was a complete coincidence, of course. You didn’t want to keep it anymore, didn’t want to stare at it day in, day out. It just reminded you of the blooming of your orchids, the glow still haunting you when you slept, memories crashing back and confusing you. You really questioned destiny’s ways a lot these days.

And as expected, it took you several days to finally find him. It was one of the spots you occasionally escaped to, somewhere between your lands, but it was the first time you ever saw him here. On any other day, you would’ve turned around and gone away, eager to avoid him as much as possible - but today, you needed to talk to him.

“Your jacket,” you greeted, pulling the leather over your shoulders and throwing it in front of him. “Thank you for that.”

His eyes wandered from you to the jacket and back a few times until he finally laughed, shaking his head. “Good day to you, too.”

“We need to talk.”

“Then talk,” he said. His answers came fast, smooth and you prepared yourself for the following conversation as your hands tightened to fists.

Shifting from one leg to another, you said, “This soulmate thing. What do we do about it?”

Jungkook pressed his lips together, looking down as he picked some grass from the ground. “What do you want me to say? All I can think of is… you either stay away completely or marry me.”

Marry me.

He wasn’t being serious. Of course not - that stupid grin on his face didn’t indicate that he was, in any way, meaning what he was saying.

“Honestly, Jungkook.”

“I’m serious,” he told you, standing up to stand in front of you; coming just a little closer, you felt an ache in your lungs, “I can’t tell you what to do. I didn’t choose this.”

The burning inside you wasn’t new - you’d felt it several times when you’d met him as a child. It was something your parents had warned you of, something that every sorcerer and sorceress of your and Jungkook’s village knew about - but you had to endure it due to business between the families.

It was the biggest side effect of the decades old curse that your ancestors had bestowed upon you after a furious battle, ensuring that you’d never meet for long enough without feeling torment that could grow to the point that it destroyed you.

Fire and ice - your magic was contradicting in itself already. The distance between you that the generations had established was only the last and ultimate proof that you were never meant to be together in any shape or form.

You coughed a little, clearing your throat as you nodded. “Well, anyway. I wanted to give you your jacket back. Thank you for that and… for helping me that day.”

“You’re welcome. Have to help those who find themselves in trouble.”

You huffed at his words, folding your arms as you told him, “I could’ve done this myself, too, you know?”

“Oh yeah, sure. Definitely looked like you could,” he said, laying down on the grass as he put one arm behind his head and the other on his chest. “No harm in admitting that I saved you.”

“Please. I could defeat you if you challenged me right now.”

“Oh yeah? Almost seems like you want me to say it.”

“Say it,” you ordered straight away, causing him to open his eyes and shoot up within seconds.

“Defeat me then,” he said, almost whispering, but before you could do anything at all, you felt your hand burn up, having you yell out in pain.

You shook it with a hiss, the urge to slap him strong. “Starting without a warning is foul play! Especially if you boil my fucking blood.”

He shrugged, stepping a few feet away with an arrogant smile on his handsome face.

“A spirit won’t warn you, Y/N,” he clarified, hands coming up to form another spell - but while you watched him do that in slow motion, your arm shot up, summoning a sharp, long ice spear in your hands that you threw at him like a real weapon.

Jungkook escaped your attack easily, smoothly taking a step to the right before he shot forwards, his finger moving in a circle as another one in the same form appeared around you, trapping you between hip high flames. He readied himself for another strike, but you had long demolished his fire and prepared your next attack.

A few feet away, you spotted a shallow pit of mud, still wet from yesterday’s rain - enough for you to form it into a ball that you unexpectedly tossed into his face from the side without him seeing as he was busy thinking about more blood tricks.

“Are you fucking serious?” he yelled, hands coming up to remove the cold material from his face.

You laughed as you declared, “I can do unfair, too, mister.”

Blinded by the dirt and the pain it caused in his eyes, he stumbled backwards, and it gave you the perfect chance to use his own filthy tactics on him. Without hesitating for even a second, you used the liquid quality of blood to attack, focusing on his body with all the energy you could muster. 

And when you finally felt your control over him, you tossed him backwards, his limbs moving weirdly but the feeling being painless nevertheless. In comparison to heating up your blood earlier, your spell was harmless. All it did in this second, was throw him onto his back and pin him to the ground.

“Did you expect to go down this fast, Jeon?” you asked, hovering above him as you shot some warm water onto his face, helping him to clean up the mess.

You thought he might curse at you, but what you certainly didn’t expect was for him to start laughing as he opened his eyes slowly again. “That’s how you thank me for helping you and lending you my jacket?”

“This wasn’t about favours. You challenged me,” you teased with a raised eyebrow, almost offering him your hand when you realised that you shouldn’t.

“Whatever. I let you win,” he insisted, and for the umpteenth time today, you rolled your eyes. You weren’t even entirely annoyed, though. Something about this situation, about him, amused you more than anything had in the last months.

And when you turned back to continue your day alone, he watched you walk away; looked at the way your hips moved as you trotted through the world so confidently; admired your hair that flowed down your back as if it was liquid.

You didn’t know that he didn’t hate you, that he never had, no matter how often you made clear that you detested every fiber in him. In a way, he had always looked up to you - the strong, stubborn heir of your village who’d one day face him on the same level when he took his father’s place.

He knew he was supposed to dislike you, but no matter how much you’d used to fight as children, there was nothing in you he could hate.

“Bring some gloves next time!” he called out from behind you, and you halted, shifting your weight onto one leg as you smiled.

Next time.

“Why?” you asked, turning around to see him grinning at you as if you were actual friends.

“Figured I’ll need to fight for my honour. Can’t have you walk away with a win. So, what do you say? Shall we do that again?”

You licked the corner of your mouth, blinking once before you answered, “We just might.”

Since you’d first defeated Jungkook in your little fight, your meetings had become more frequent than you’d ever imagined they would. You would go out once a week to meet him at the clearing, your encounters now more similar to training than an opportunity to win against the other.

And with time, you noticed that you weren’t always the stronger one of you two - there were several days when he’d force you to your knees, laughing at your pouts and whines. With that, your weekly visits increased to meeting him twice a week, then every two days until it became a habit to see him nearly every day.

Sunrises couldn’t come soon enough, your disputes and arguments couldn’t wait and the afternoon was always something you dreaded, always something you didn’t want to arrive as it meant an ultimate departure from your place.

As you laid on the meadow one day, already used to each other’s presence, the itching of your arms and burning in your lungs, you tried not to fall asleep. You knew he dozed off fast, often exhausted from your fooling around with magic, and to keep you both awake, you muttered, “I don’t want to become a leader.”

“Hm?” he hummed from the side, his breathing already too calm to be completely with you.

“I don’t-” you started, opening your eyes and turning to your side, your head leaning on your hand, “don’t want to do what my father does. It looks stressful. Annoying. Super busy. I want to be able to read books and play with my sister… and not be responsible for a whole community. I’m too lazy for danger.”

He laughed wholeheartedly, opening his eyes as he turned his head to you, his beautiful hair falling around his face. “You’re too lazy for danger? That’s not an excuse, sweetheart.”

Your heart started racing at the nickname he’d given you days ago, suddenly addressing you with it anytime he got the chance to.

“You didn’t hear all the other reasons? Also, don’t call me that.”

“Call you what, sweetheart?” he teased before he bit his lips; seeing you roll your eyes was so attractive to him, and annoying the hell out of you, only to see this little movement, delighted him anew each time.

“I’m serious,” you deadpanned, face as earnest as could get.

He sighed as he closed his eyes again, a tired expression taking over his profile. “If you don’t want that, tell him.”

“Well, I did. He doesn’t care.”

“Hey, I don’t know how much that helps, but even if you get forced to do it, I don’t think you’d make a bad leader at all. And I also doubt that you’re lazy.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, surprised that he actually thought this highly about you. “You think?”

“Yeah, of course,” he answered, nodding, “you come here every day and train as if there’s no tomorrow. That’s not lazy. And you’re hella strong and good at what you do. Don’t worry about things that won’t happen anytime soon, Y/N.”

Due to your hands being gloved, you were able to reach out to him, palm settling on his shoulder before you inquired, “You really believe in me like that?”

“Mhm,” he answered, still not looking at you, but registering your touch as he tried to calm down his heart, “I really do.”

It was so strange - not one person had told you anything like this before; not even your father had as much faith in you as he should have, telling you often enough that you still had to learn until you could take his place.

You wondered how Jungkook knew so firmly that you were good enough. It might have been because of your sessions at this clearing; but then again, he had also seen you struggle against the spirits, and the rest of the years not seen you fail in various other situations.

Questioning what it was about you, you looked at him in awe, admiring how only his words managed to make you feel better, stronger. He seemed to know you so well in such a short time.

But when you saw the delphiniums glow on his bare wrist, sleeves rolled up, you shifted your attention to the blossoms that were almost as beautiful as him - and you stopped wondering.

“I haven’t trained in quite a while, because all you want to do is talk. Does that not get boring? And for all I know, you might lead me somewhere dangerous,” you told him, standing against a tree trunk with folded arms. He looked at you patiently - in fact, he was always tolerant and composed with you, something you truly didn’t understand with how bratty you behaved at times.

"And talking is bad because...?" he asked, ignoring your last remark and raising one of his eyebrows as he waited for you to finally move.

You shrugged as you said, "It's not, but I'm not used to so much of it."

"That's total nonsense. We talk all the time. You never shut up, sweetheart."

You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes as your arms loosened, dangling at your sides. "I hate you."

“Come on. You don’t hate me. You’re just thinking that, because you’ve made it a character trait,” he teased, his mouth forming into a smug grin before he came closer and grabbed your covered hand.

You pouted, eyes squinting, but as you let him drag you closer to the big stone wall in front of you, eyes fixed on his long locks, you knew deep in your bones that he was right - whatever it was in you, had stopped giving in to your hostility, warm feelings spreading in your chest again. It might not have been what soulmates usually felt after losing themselves in each other, but it was in no way or shape distaste anymore.

“I found this a few years ago. My brother and I used to come here on bad days and nights,” Jungkook explained, carefully stepping over a wet patch of floor and offering his palm to you again. You smiled, placing your hand on his before he went a step further and intertwined both your fingers. “Be careful here, don’t slip.”

The air got chillier with each step, fewer and fewer trees in sight as the puddles reflected the night sky. Despite knowing the forest and your village like the back of your hand, you couldn’t remember ever stumbling over this part of land. It was dark here and your eyes darted around to check your surroundings for evil spirits. Fortunately, your radar stayed unalarmed, allowing you to focus on the man in front of you instead.

“Where are we, Jungkook?” you half whispered.

“Not telling,” he answered briefly, looking back at you, “you’ll see very soon.”

And he kept his promise indeed: stepping into the dark, wet cave, you followed his steps, your hand on the cold stone guiding you safely. From afar you could hear water splashing, a hollow sound that echoed through the cave, putting your mind at ease before you finally saw light beaming to the ground. You stared at Jungkook’s back confusedly, convincing yourself that you could impossibly be outside again.

But when you walked into the ray of moonlight, you saw where the illumination was coming from. Apparently, you had reached the mouth of the cave, and you were fairly high, able to overlook the valley that was part of your land. Your breath hitched as you came to a halt, your chest heating up so intensely that you felt tears sting in your eyes.

This had to be the most astonishing view you’d ever seen in your entire life - the lake you knew so well, had swum in several times, laid in front of you, stretching for miles as the clear water flowed peacefully. In it, you could see the glow of the moon and the glitter of the stars, the reflection causing your heart to swell. Surrounded by the forest, the sight looked picturesque and you blinked a few times to convince yourself that what you were seeing was actually real.

Somewhere in the near distance, you spotted a doe, and as you stared at it, it almost looked like it had noticed you, shying away into the woods before you could even shoot it a smile. From where you were standing, you saw fireflies floating in the air, mesmerising and hypnotising, and had Jungkook not pulled you back, you might just have reached out to them, tripping over the edge and falling into the depths that lay underneath you.

“Careful there,” he said, taking a seat on the cold stone as his legs dangled over the border and pulling you down with him before you gave him a breathtaking smile.

“This is incredibly beautiful, Jungkook,” you told him, your eyes still glistening before you took a deep breath. Despite living in a place that you had gotten used to, nature had never ceased to amaze you, always lighting a spark inside you that evolved into euphoria. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For taking me here. I’m not sure why you did, but I really appreciate it,” you answered, squeezing his hand before you let go, arms folding as you felt a light sting inside you again. Being near him hurt physically, and although your skin wasn’t touching, you could clearly feel your energy seep out of you the longer you wandered around with him.

He felt it, too, but the fear in him didn’t permit him to say it out loud, too scared that you’d run away if he admitted his pain to you. Instead, he nodded, laughing quietly as he declared, “I remember you being totally baffled every time you’d go swimming in the summer. You’d play with the otters and sometimes just stare into the distance and admire the beauty of the forest.”

You were speechless when you looked at him, eyes widening at his words as you realised that he knew so much about you that you’d already forgotten. He was right, though - you too remembered seeing the little boy on the other side of the bay, playing in the cold water with his friends and his brother. There were times when you’d come too close and back away in panic, yelling at each other for not being careful enough.

And as your eyes focused on one spot of the flowing lake, you laughed at the memory, biting your lip when you noticed how much had changed since then. You would’ve never in your life imagined that you’d ever sit right beside him, gazing into the night sky with the crescent moon smiling at you.

You stared at it for so long that you thought the light would burn itself into your eyelids; but despite this, you felt calm and at peace like you hadn’t in a very long time. With discussions about you being the ultimate heir, there hadn’t been many moments to yourself. You couldn’t even remember when you’d genuinely and wholeheartedly laughed about something that’d inspired and stunned you - not until Jungkook had re-entered your life.

“This is so amazing,” you whispered, lost in the glimmering sky.

You’d once learned that stars were scattered. Apparently, they weren’t as close as you’d thought half your life; in reality, they were eternities away from each other, yet seeming so close for the human eye. It reminded you of Jungkook and yourself: just like the heavenly bodies, you both appeared to be in ultimate proximity, as if you could easily reach out and touch each other, while you couldn’t be farther away, more scattered than anyone could see.

You didn’t detect Jungkook eyeing you with indecipherable affection, admiring the way your curls framed your face so beautifully. He adored the twinkle in your eyes, how your soft lips turned upwards to a smile, the faint light of the moon shining onto your profile - and he was awestruck. From where he sat, you looked like the fairy his mother had described when reading bedtime stories to him years ago: ethereal, breathtaking, and absolutely enchanting.

And when he breathed a, “You’re right”, he honestly couldn’t say if he was still talking about the sight or the woman right next to him.

It wasn’t until then that you shifted your attention to him, finally noticing his expression, his naturally fond eyes darkened, and the molten onyxes looking at you as if he was seeing you for the first time.

“What is it?” you inquired, slightly flustered by his intense gaze.

Jungkook sighed, breathing out the excitement that resided in his chest. There was this one thought that had been floating in his mind for days, a string of words endlessly repeating itself over and over again. And now, sick of keeping it to himself, he gathered his strength and courage as he admitted, “I want to kiss you.”

And your heart dropped.

It dropped so hard that you swore you could physically feel it, and the knot in your throat tightened as you looked at him in a haze. You didn’t know why your head was suddenly fogged and why the sight of him had you longing for his lips, for his embrace.

Feeling the itching burn in your arm, you looked down, the blue flowers yet again moving, blooming until they reached the back of your hands, spreading rapidly. Every movement coincided with a sting that slowed down their delicate expansion in your eyes.

You were gone.

Whatever had happened in the last weeks, he had ultimately, inexplicably, surprisingly captured you. And him saying out loud what his heart desired, left no doubt in you as you painfully admitted to yourself that you, in fact, were on the same page as him.

“You- you want what?” you finally stuttered, gulping hard when you saw him move closer. The torment in your lungs intensified. Yet, before he could do or say anything, you continued, “We can’t. Shouldn’t.”

“I won’t, Y/N,” he promised, fully aware of the aftermath.

And as it turned out, he did not kiss you. Instead, he raised his clothed hand and brought it to your cheek, his fingers touching the nape of your neck while his thumb brushed your cheekbones softly.

He didn’t do much. He only smiled at you fondly, the mole under his lips distracting you for a second until you leaned into his palm, eyes closing.

You were so astounding, so endearing. It took everything in him to not lean forward and press his lips against yours. And the fact that he couldn’t even properly touch you, along with the contradicting knowledge that you were meant to be together, tore at his heart.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he suddenly said and you opened your eyes to see that his passionate expression had turned melancholic.

You furrowed your eyebrows before you asked him gently, “For what?”

“I’m sorry that it’s me.”

You came home late.

For some reason, you’d expected your family to be asleep, and you were accordingly surprised when you found all of them still awake, sitting at the dining table as they glared at you. While your mother seemed rather calm, the anger in your father’s eyes was obvious, his jaw clenched as he looked at you.

“Where were you?” he demanded to know, having you feel insecure immediately.

“I- uh, I went out for a walk.” You took off your jacket, throwing it onto a nearby chair before you headed to the room you shared with your sister; but his voice made you stop mid-walk as you turned to face him.

“I know you were running around with that Jeon boy. Apparently not realising how dangerous that is,” he lectured in a firm and strict tone, and your gaze wandered from him to your mother as you pleaded for help silently, hoping she’d say anything at all.

But when she didn’t, you sighed, rubbing your tired eyes gently. “Yeah, so what? It’s not like we touched each other. You just hate the people of his village, because you made it part of your personality.”

Jungkook’s words still echoed in your head, and you found this the perfect time to quote them rephrased to your father. But that just infuriated him more. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that! You, as the future leader, should be fully aware of what consequences your actions will cause. You should know that getting too close to him could kill you. What don’t you understand?!”

Fury boiling hot in you, your hands formed fists, and you yelled out in full confidence, “What I don’t understand is that you could easily marry someone from the other village, but can’t even allow me to look at my own fucking soulmate without raising hell!”

And with that, you stormed out of the room, enjoying the silence you had left behind. No matter how harsh you’d been, no matter how much you’d regret it later on, you were satisfied at the moment, having shut him up effectively.

It wasn’t until you laid under your blanket, staring out the window that you realised that his words held a certain truth. Being with Jungkook was dangerous. Having him near you hurt. You simply couldn’t stay with him without causing a chain of reactions that your magic had cursed you with.

But as you slowly drifted away, you couldn’t help but think of the clear night sky, the stars, the moon, and everything underneath them. And with that, a picture of Jungkook flashed into your mind, his fingertips caressing your cheek and his gentle and affectionate smile sending shivers down your spine as you admitted to yourself that yes - you wanted him.

You were drained this evening.

After your mother had bragged about Eva’s life again, urging you to be more productive, you’d already felt exhausted. And when your father had decided to one-up her and showed you off at a big family dinner, because, “Look, she’s going to be the next big sorceress of our village!”, you could ultimately declare that all of your energy had vanished into thin air, and you felt emotionally and physically tired.

But even through your exhaustion, you were happy to finally be able to see Jungkook again, understanding and ultimately confessing to yourself that it was always him who’d listen to you; who’d know what to say in the worst moments.

And today, Jungkook was waiting at your clearing near the border of your village again, sitting in a field of begonia flowers as he rubbed the blossoms of one between his fingertips, just as he had the night you’d been trapped by the spirit. Just as he had done when you were little.

Wrapped in his usual jacket, he added the gloves to his layers of clothes when he saw you walk towards him, breaking out in a grin. In some way, looking at the both of you was almost cringeworthy, given the fact that you were wearing way too much for today’s warm weather. Anyone would’ve broken out in a sweat at the sight of you, but unfortunately, there was a risk between you two that you were too scared to take.

“Hi, beautiful,” he greeted and you raised an eyebrow at the new nickname.

“Stand up, come on,” you ordered, stretching out your hand that he took gladly. Not that he needed your help - had he not stood up by using his own strength, he would’ve very likely pulled you down to him. “I’ve something planned.”

He laughed sweetly, his head tilting before he asked, “Oh, have you, now?”

“Yes, sir. Pond,” was all you said as you pulled him with you, heading into the direction of a small waterfall not very far away from here. The idea you had was probably idiotic, but you figured that nothing would happen as long as you stayed careful.

“Pond,” Jungkook repeated, shaking his head when he understood what you were referring to. “You mean-? What do you want to do there?”

You rolled your eyes at him, shushing him with a finger against your lips. “Let me surprise you for once, can you?” you scolded, smiling at him. “Oh, by the way,” you licked your lips before you continued, trying to stop your restlessness from leaking out, “this might be random, but I talked to my cousin Seokjin. His family is skilled in lifting curses and healing, so I asked him if he would be able to remove that… painful thing between us.”

You said this casually, as if it wasn’t the biggest news he’d received this whole week. He tried to speak, stuttering and stumbling over his own words until he finally met your curious gaze, noticing how you were waiting for an answer. “...And?”

“He said he might be able to. But it would be extremely difficult. I asked him a few days ago, so he might have started looking for a way already to fulfill his favourite person’s request,” you told him, laughing at your confidence, “anyway, I thought you should know. And don’t worry, he’s super skilled.”

“I- thank you?” A few moments, he stayed silent, but then he lifted his head again before he asked, “So, there’s a chance for us to actually touch without feeling like our lungs are filled with poison?”

“Might be. I hope so.”

And with that, you turned around, ending the topic while he stared at you in a mixture of sadness and excitement. He didn’t know how he could feel both, but the new information made him long for you even more while simultaneously making him anxious. Trying to get rid of his thoughts, he sighed deeply, focusing on the path you’d taken instead.

Pressing his lips together, he had a faint idea of what you were intending to do right now. And when you finally reached the little spot, the pretty, clean spring, you let his hand go, immediately starting to undress before his eyes.

Throwing your jacket, jeans, and shirt onto the ground, you enjoyed his eyes on you, his lips unable to stutter even a single word as he watched you intently, breathing becoming laboured.

“Y/N-”

“I know what you’re thinking,” you interrupted, now only in your shorts and undershirt, “but we can be careful. Come on, Jungkook.”

You dipped your feet into the water, shivering as you added, “So cold! Anyway. Listen. It’s so warm today - we don’t get that a lot, you know? This might be the only day pleasant enough for us to do this for a while.”

Jungkook shook his head again, looking at your figure as if you were crazy. In some way, you were - crazy to think that he would not lose his mind at the sight of your curves, your smooth skin, and bare limbs. In reality, there was nothing more that he wanted than to grab you by your waist, wrap you in his embrace, stare into the depths of your eyes before kissing you tenderly without ever backing away. 

But he couldn’t.

What he could do, however, was make you happy, ensure that your smile stayed right where it was. Soon, he slipped out of his pants, too, throwing his own clothes next to yours as he joined you. And when you turned around to face him, wet hands running over your hair, your heartbeat increased tenfold, eyeing the man who was now waddling towards you, his toned and muscular, bare torso eliminating any coherent thought you could’ve had.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a smug grin, and you shook your head to regain power over yourself before you sank into the water until your chin touched the surface, hair floating behind you.

“Shut up,” you demanded with a laugh, one so beautiful that he couldn’t do anything else but join.

And when you rose, splashing water onto him, his hand came up to cover his face as he turned around with a hiss.

God. His arms, his shoulder blades, the way his waist was built so slim and heavenly; he truly took your breath away, more than being underwater ever could have.

“I wouldn’t do that, Y/N,” he teased with a lilt, his eyes meeting yours as sparkles of the sun glistened on his wet chest.

“Or what?”

“Do it again and you’ll find out.”

Intriguing.

“What? It’s not like you can push my head underwater!” you scoffed, clearly meaning it as a joke, and yet, immediately detecting Jungkook’s little flinch. His expression softened quickly enough, and he laughed, his biceps flexing before he came closer; about an arm’s length away from your skin touching his.

And while he distracted you with an intense stare, eyes darting from yours to your lips, you suddenly felt the water around you heat up, almost boiling as you jumped backwards, swimming into a direction where you’d stop feeling like you were being cooked alive.

You screeched in playful fear, a swish of your hand regulating the temperature of the liquid and destroying the effect of the spell that Jungkook had clearly cast without you noticing.

“Using magic isn’t fair!” you screamed at him, sending a ball of water with a flick of your fingers in his face, wetting his features and hair until he was finally fully drenched, much to your pleasure.

“Says you!” he laughed back, his hand raising as he used a force to softly push you backwards until you stood directly under the waterfall, the sudden attack of the liquid burning in your eyes. “I told you not to provoke me!”

Right. He had warned you indeed. But you weren’t going to suffer alone.

Using your version of his spell, you pulled him towards you, the last of your energy seeping out of you; but his grimace as he flew into your direction making you laugh out loud was absolutely worth it. Distracted by the sound of your voice, he felt his focus falter, and he knew it was too late to defend himself anymore. Within two seconds, he was showering under the cascade, just like you.

And suddenly, you felt the familiar burn in your lungs again, having you choke for only one second without him noticing. You backed away behind the waterfall, your back hitting the cold stone as he rubbed his eyes.

Opening them, he realised how far away you had gotten, coming closer as worry crept upon his face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I am,” you lied, apparently more affected by the proximity between you than he was. You wondered why. Maybe it was due to the fact that his ancestors had been the original leaders. Or maybe, because he was clearly more immune to danger and evil than you were. And no matter how much you tried to hide it, he noticed and knew. He saw it in the way you pressed your fist against your chest, your face contorted only slightly but just enough to indicate pain.

His face was half lit by the sunlight, half hidden in the shadows. You could still see how beautiful he was, and focusing on only that, you felt the increasing torture fade away just a little as you watched him float even closer, ignoring everything your body was telling you except the tingling in your fingertips, the craving you felt to touch him.

“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly, and you almost didn’t hear him through the sound of the water splashing.

You nodded, leaning against the stone when you noticed that he was close - way too close. And you wanted to tell him to back away, your brain begging you to speak up - but you couldn’t. Whenever he was here, something in you just… couldn’t.

And when he was near enough, he pressed his palms against the walls, trapping you between his arms as he looked at you in pain, sadness, affection, and hunger, everything all at once.

“Me too,” he finally whispered, leaning in so much that you felt your heart burst in your chest.

And being the utter and lovesick fool you were, you gave in to your deepest desires, not caring what would happen to you as you arched your back from the wall, fingers burying in his curls when your lips interlocked with his impulsively. You felt sparks immediately - but not the good type that you experienced inside you whenever you spent time with him.

No, it was the painful kind, the one that had you gasping for air right after you’d begun - and yet, you didn’t find the strength within you to let go.

Jungkook felt like an idiot, too. You both knew what that meant; but still, he was unable to back away, the softness of your lips locking him into such a strange headspace that all his abilities to think straight had suddenly vanished, logic only seeming like a distant construct that didn’t hold any meaning to him anymore.

“Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, eyes tender as his hands came down to grab your hips and push you back again. His mouth pressed a chaste kiss against yours before it wandered down your jaw and to your neck, his tongue delicately licking your warm skin as you crumbled under his touch. That’s how his skin really felt - that’s what laid underneath all your layers. Overwhelmed with feelings, words failed him, and all he could chant was your name over and over again. “Y/N…”

Soon, he captured your lips again, kissing you so fervently that it felt like he was cherishing a moment he’d never experience again. And you were faltering, utterly caged inside your mind that was full of his face, his name, his lips, him, him, him.

You were about to tell him - god, you needed to tell him what he did to you. But before your mouth allowed you to speak, your lungs started burning like a searing hot fire, having you push him away suddenly as you gasped for air hard.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Oh god, what’s-” you heard him say as you felt your consciousness slip, the ache in your chest so heavy, spreading not only into your shoulders and stomach but to your head, too.

Your skull felt like it was splitting; paired with the early day happenings, your power was gone.

Largely unaffected and still filled with energy, Jungkook tried to reach out to you, only to realise that no, he couldn’t. This was the whole reason this was happening at all, because he fucking should’ve held back, refused, done anything else that didn’t result in him potentially losing you.

His throat tightened, tears threatening to spill when he saw you struggle and his hand intuitively stretched, the gathered energy targeting his gloves and jacket that came flying to him. His clothes flew through the waterfall, landing on the water with a splash and he wasted no time putting them on as you started sinking to your knees.

And just as you were about to fall sideways into the spring, close to going under, he pulled you up by your waist, lifting you to carry you out. He knew that being this close to you wasn’t the most helpful thing he could do right now, but there was no way he would leave you there, watching you hit the ground until someone came along to notice that you were drowning.

His warm touch burned on your freezing skin, your body getting colder as time passed although your insides felt like they were turning to ash. You felt him lean down to grab your clothes, draping the jacket over you and catching a glimpse of your contorted face before he began to run.

In his arms, clenching his jacket with both hands, he saw you whimper, your face now dry again except for the tears that flowed with no end in sight. Jungkook’s heart shattered at the view, a strong urge to press you closer to him - but instead, he loosened his grip around you, trying to leave as much distance between you as he could before he focused on warming your frigid skin through his gloves as much as possible.

“Y/N, please,” he begged, unsure how this would help improve the situation. His steps became faster with each second as he ran through the forest, focused on keeping you with him and growing frustrated when he saw you slipping away more and more.

And when he saw drops land on his jacket sleeve, he noticed that at some point, he had started crying, too. You tried to open your eyes at his words; but looking at him was hard, focusing on anything else even harder - the blurred world rushed by so fast that your eyelids fluttered shut again, trying to hold onto what he was saying to calm yourself.

“Jungkook,” you breathed, barely a cracked whisper - but he heard you.

“Y/N! Baby, please, stay with me. It’s okay, I’m here,” he sobbed, hearing your voice breaking him further. He watched both your flowers grow, extending into your neck gradually and he almost scoffed at the irony of the moment. Signifying that you both belonged to each other so intrinsically seemed like mockery in a moment that clearly demanded you to stay apart. “Almost there, please.”

He pleaded again and again; what for, you didn’t know. Probably telling you to stay alive. And by god, you were trying - you honestly were. You thought him talking to you could keep you awake, present, aware of his touch on you; but you could only ignore the pain for so long.

“Sorry... I…” you started, but when the ache overwhelmed your whole body, your words got stuck in your throat, the tears flowing down your temple as you eventually, slowly, started to drift off.

“No, no, no, please, we’re almost there!” was the last thing you heard, angry words becoming faint as darkness overtook you at last.

You had been unconscious quite an impressive number of times in your life. Each time had been the same, an identical nothing swallowing you whole for minutes or hours. Sometimes, someone would shake you awake; on other days, you’d wake up in Seokjin’s house, taken care of by your cousin as he mended your injuries. Fainting was always the same.

Dreaming, however, was new.

You somehow knew you’d taken it too far, were well aware of the fact that you’d been carried away, on the verge of death and in excruciating pain. You knew you weren’t in the water anymore, pressed against him, lips on his as you risked both your lives in the process.

So, lying here, you moved your body, your thoughts forcing the dream to fade, the picture of Jungkook and his firm body, the warm gaze, and deep voice becoming faint and distant. If you stayed in this place any longer, a new affliction would find its way to you, screaming at you what would happen if you just let things advance between you two further.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, a call so quiet that he wouldn’t have heard, even if he’d been here.

Instead, your wiggling and recurring whimper alarmed someone else, his head shooting into your direction as he watched you try to sit up. With two steps, he was at your side, putting a hand on your forehead before he declared, “Okay. Temperature normal. Let me help you.”

You opened your eyes, a blurred image of Seokjin greeting you as he put his palm on your back to aid you while his other thumb wiped your damp cheeks.

“How do you feel?” he wanted to know, handing you a glass of water from his night table.

You nodded gratefully, gulping it down in one go before you answered, “My head feels… heavy. But I’m alive.”

“That you are, my tough darling.” He smiled at you, ruffling your hair the way he’d always used to. 

You looked around, searching for the most important piece - but it was clearly missing. You wondered when he’d left, what he’d said, and how your parents had reacted; if they had reacted at all. Maybe he hadn’t told them, bringing you straight to Seokjin.

“How long was I gone for?” you asked, chest heaving heavily as you added, “Was he here?”

He hesitated for a split moment before he started to chew on his lip nervously, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, of course, he brought you here. But you weren’t getting better, so I told him to leave.”

“And how long was I unconscious?” you questioned again, impatience creeping up your throat as your heartbeat accelerated.

“Not too long. You woke up half an hour after he left. And he was here… for an hour, I guess? You did recover very fast.”

“With your help, I bet,” you muttered, taking his hand in yours.

He rubbed his calloused thumb against your smooth skin, eyeing your obviously heartbroken expression carefully. You could see that he was struggling to say something, unsure how to formulate what was troubling him inside. “What is it?”

His head shooting up, he licked his lips as he said, “I, uh - I tried something.”

“You did?” you asked with furrowed eyebrows, still contemplating why he was being so fearful of telling you whatever he held closed inside him.

“I tried to… lift the curse. The one that’s keeping you apart. I-I tried to use the same spells and all that Mom did back when your parents got married, but I’m not sure whether it worked or not. I looked for it for days, though,” he explained, your eyes widening with each word he uttered.

Your eyes filled with tears yet again as hope sparked in you. Lately, you didn’t even know anymore if you were sad or happy. But now, you were stuck between loving the possibility of being able to touch Jungkook, and somewhere else; somewhere where you were so scared that everything would end in sorrow again. What if nothing had changed?

“Where is he? Is he okay?” you continued your questions, a single tear escaping your eye as you waited for his answer. Given the shape you’d been and still were in, you wouldn’t have taken it as a surprise if Jungkook was hurting, too.

Yet, you felt your body relax when your cousin nodded. “He’s okay physically, but… he couldn’t stop crying. Almost didn’t leave until he realised that it might protect you to do so.”

You remembered his cries when he’d brought you here, the memory of his pleas of staying with him shattering everything inside you anew. All you wanted was to have him here, being able to touch him, tell him what you felt and that you didn’t know how you’d go another day without him by your side.

But he wasn’t here.

As if reading your thoughts, Seokjin squeezed your hand, reassuring, “He’ll be fine, Y/N. He’ll be back - from what I’ve perceived, he really seems to love you.”

Love.

No, not that word. Loving Jungkook and being loved by Jungkook meant pain - at least if Seokjin’s spell hadn’t worked. You were scared, so terrified of feeling this for him, of knowing that he might feel it, too. But before you could say anything more, the man in front of you stood up abruptly, expression suddenly awake as if he had remembered something.

“Oh, before I forget,” he said, walking to his desk to grab a neatly folded piece of paper, “he wrote that for you. I didn’t read it, of course, but he wanted you to have it.”

Eagerly, you took the letter from him, opening it in such haste that you almost ripped the paper. You smoothened the crinkles you had caused before reading the first words in his messy handwriting.

My sweetheart,

I’m sorry for not being with you when you wake up. And there’s so much I want to say to you, but I’m very bad with words when it matters. I will still try - there are few things that I won’t be able to tell you in person, simply because I… can’t.

And the first thing I need you to know is that I’m sorry. So, so sorry, for not being by your side as I should be, as it’s destined. For not protecting you better. For not backing away, thinking about the consequences.

But today was the most obvious proof that I shouldn’t be near you in the first place. Whatever the universe had planned for us seems nonsensical, doesn’t it? What was our magic thinking when it put us together like this? Damning us to this distance, unable to reach out to anything we could have? I wish someone or something would just deliver the answers to me easily, like the way I light my fireplace - just like that.

Seokjin told me you’d recover. We talked and we both thought that it might be best to keep myself away from you as long as our touch is lethal to each other. The way you crumbled in my arms today, Y/N, your cries, your pain - I can’t take that; I can’t cause it again.

It’s so unfair, though. You’re right here and I can’t do anything about it. You’re blinding me - I see you and my mind blanks entirely. You don’t notice the effect you have on me, and you certainly don’t know how much it hurts to think about not touching you, not staying with you.

I really tried not to feel all these things, but not admitting it all is worse than just saying out loud that I’ve fallen in love with you. I can’t help but want you. And I’m so sorry about that. So fucking sorry... but we have to stop being fools for each other.

Someday, all of this might work.

Until then - take care, my darling. I’ll be back for you.

Jungkook

By the time you stopped reading, your face was drenched in tears, your sobs echoing off the walls as Seokjin rubbed your back, trying to calm you down somehow. But you’d pressed the paper against your face, body trembling as you cried, head shaking desperately.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You’ll be-”

“No,” you interrupted, breaths unsteady as you tried to calm yourself. You wiped away the tears again, sure that your eyes were probably swollen by now. “Half an hour, you said? He can’t be far. Maybe at home?”

You nearly expected him to stop you - to grab your arm and hold you back, lecture you about some magical stuff that you’d heard several dozen times before. Instead, he stayed calm, eyes only following you as you slipped in your boots and jacket, combing your hair with your fingers. Grabbing the letter, you headed to the door, only halting when your hand had already enclosed the knob.

You sniffed as you turned around, your gaze meeting his before you told him with a smile, “Thank you. For everything. For trying. You’ll soon know if it worked.”

His lips turned upwards, eyes closing for a second as he nodded in recognition, turning away to signal that you could go, chase what belonged to and with you.

Stepping out, you let out a surprised gasp when a cold shower greeted you, pouring down on you relentlessly. It was a stark contrast to the beautiful weather this evening when you’d swam in the lake; with the sunshine gone, the only thing left were clouds and a grey sky.

According to what Seokjin had told you, it wasn’t that late yet, but the world was already growing dark. A look up made you predict that a storm was coming, one of the typical early spring happenings that you were used to. You usually loved it, cuddling up at your home with a book, sipping on tea, or simply staring out the window as the world got drenched in rain.

But today, it only restricted your view, not allowing your vision to look past a few feet. Yet, without any care, your feet started moving, picking up a fast pace straight away as you headed into a direction that you knew would lead to his village. And as you ran and ran, passing high trees and sweet, little animals, your mind scrambled for things you would tell him.

“Don’t leave,” was the only thought that repeated itself over and over again in your head, no other words finding their way to your tongue and consciousness.

After some while you were so certain that you’d left most of your village and land behind, but your lungs didn’t burn, no sound reached your ears except the soft melody of the rain. You were already soaked by now, your hair falling flat on your back and your clothes sticking wet to your skin.

With nothing in sight, you strongly hoped you’d find him at home if not on your way to him, if not at your clearing. Thinking about the possibility of getting closer and closer to him had your heart aching for him, and soon, you were crying again. You groaned, so sick of these tears flowing, never stopping, so tired of not being strong enough to pull yourself together.

Blurring your vision more than the rain had done, it seemed as if you’d missed a fallen branch on the ground when you suddenly tripped over something and lost your balance - within seconds, you found yourself crouching, knees hitting the wet soil and palms pressing against flowers you’d crushed.

You panted, your eyes fixed on your hands as you faltered, chest heavy from crying and running for so long. The same pictures that had haunted you in your dream came flooding back again: Jungkook’s lips on yours, your fingers buried in his hair.

You missed him, although you’d seen him just hours ago. But time felt endless at this moment as you thought of the feeling of his fingers on your face, the first and last time of him doing so replaying in your mind endlessly.

Indulged in the memories, eyes now closed, you didn’t notice the way your orchids had bloomed along your skin, reaching your fingers - something that had never happened before. The blue glowing light of the blossoms forced your eyelids to flutter open, and you took a deep breath before you lifted your head, looking around you until you noticed a figure slowly approaching you.

“Y/N,” he called out, standing at a safe distance from you and leaning against a tree.

You righted yourself, standing up slowly as you felt the mud trickle down your pants. He had his long, curly hair swept back, squinting slightly as the rain fell on his face; you reckoned that his gift of sight had allowed him to find you even through the trees and branches. His sleeves were rolled up and you could see his delphiniums glowing just like your flowers did, reaching his fingers just like yours.

And when you felt your insides ache again, you didn’t know if it was the heartbreak you felt at the sight of him or the magic that separated you so aggressively without relief. All you knew was that this time, you wouldn’t make the same mistake you had under the waterfall.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, and you thought he hadn’t heard - but his expression changed, eyebrows coming together in a melancholic motion as he looked at your beautiful appearance. You were right there, but still infinitely far away from him.

“You shouldn’t be here, Y/N.”

You tilted your head, stepping a little closer. “How could I not after everything you wrote in your letter?”

Mentioning his note, you felt the weight of the paper heavily in your pocket, resisting the urge to take it out and read it again, only to have it drenched and destroyed in the rain. His eyes looked at you softly, sighing once as he waited for you to go on. For the time being, he had nothing to say.

“You can’t leave me now,” you remarked, sniffing as you felt your head hurt from sobbing and dehydration. “Look at this,” you ordered, rolling up your sleeves, too, “you know exactly what that means. You can’t just… go.”

The yearning in his heart battled against the chains of logic, his fingers twitching, longing for your skin; but he knew he had to hold back. Instead, he tried to up his walls again, attempting to emanate nonchalance before he said, “I have to. And you should go home before you get sick.”

His tone was monotone, calm and cold, despite ice being your strength; not his. You felt a sting that had you biting your lower lip. “Jungkook, please.”

You moved even closer, only a few feet apart from him as you held your balance by placing your hand on a tree. If he kept talking like that, you’d break down - you didn’t want to in front of him, not here, not now.

A palm pressed against your churning stomach, you suppressed a sob, pleading with a piercing gaze, “Please, my love.”

Hearing this from you brought a new wave of frustration to Jungkook’s mind and it clouded his logical thought processes completely. Whatever he’d felt until now was gone or overshadowed - it was anger that crept through his body at that moment, reaching his torso and his limbs as they started shaking.

But keeping himself at bay, he gathered all his courage, his jaw clenching as he ordered, “Go home.”

And now, you exploded entirely, the dam of patience in you breaking as you slammed your fist against the tree trunk. Your motion caught Jungkook off guard, and flinching immediately, he moved forwards, only to back away abruptly again.

In your anger, you both didn’t notice that the usual pain was gone, had never appeared since he’d called your name a few minutes ago. Your lungs letting you both breathe perfectly was something that just became clearer to Jungkook now that he was so close to you, but he dared not speak it out loud.

If he turned out to be wrong, if the ache recurred, his hope would shatter into million pieces, and this feeling was something he’d given up on when he’d seen your body shrink in pain, right in front of him, right in his arms.

“Stop,” he demanded, seeing you let out your fury on the nature around you, breaking and yelling just an arm’s length away from him.

“How can you act as if you don’t care?” Your fist punched the wood again, bruising by now.

“Stop that.”

“I thought you’re in love with me!”

“Y/N, stop!”

Another punch, another striking flash of pain that you ignored. “You didn’t even give me a chance to confess back to you! You just left. Just…” And one last action from you caused your knuckles to reveal the red flesh under your skin. This was the last straw, making Jungkook finally dart forward and grab your wrists tightly, his enraged glare meeting yours.

“Fucking stop!” he whined, eyes moving from you to your hand, inspecting it as he covered it with his palm - and while the touch didn’t heal you, you felt instant relief to your injuries.

But before you could give in to the feeling of his wet hand on yours, you gasped, tearing away from him as you stepped back, realising that yet again, your skin had touched directly for too long, that you’d given in too easily. For some reason, though, he only smiled after looking at you with mild shock, his eyes glistening behind the soaked strands of hair.

It took you a second and a clearing of your mind to realise why he was staring at you like this, full of hope, expectation, and longing. The pain was gone indeed, not one trace of the burning sensation in your lungs or head that you’d always felt until now when you were near him.

Nothing.

Nothing but love. Nothing but affection.

And very soon, your muscles relaxed, your fists opening, the rain seeping through your clothes and down your fingertips as they twitched, your eyes watching Jungkook intently before-

Your body moved on its own accord, both of you dashing forward and into each other as his lips crashed onto yours, a hand immediately settling on the back of your head. Your fingers traced the light of his flower, along his skin until they reached his jacket and decided to rest on his shoulders.

His mouth moved vigorously against yours, his taste intoxicating you immediately. Lips pressed against his like this, without the pain, without the sting and burning, you tilted your head to deepen the kiss; there was a softness in your needy movements that had your heart swelling and your body pressing into his with even more urgency.

Whatever Seokjin had done, it had somehow worked, lifted every and any curse between you - and being able to finally be near Jungkook like this, skin on skin, no restrictions at all, felt like wonderful heaven on this godforsaken earth.

Not wasting any time, his tongue licked a stripe against your lower lip, using the slight gasp to make its way to meet yours, the gentle and wet touch sending a shiver through you - something that not even the coldness of the rain had managed.

It wasn’t until your lips had left his to catch your breaths that he spoke again, his forehead leaning against yours. “God, I need you.”

He did need you - and you’d felt it.

There was so much that he wasn’t saying, so much that he wanted you to know: he needed you to be happy, needed you to stay sane, needed your touch, words, presence. And despite being the fire to your ice, it was you who shone brightly in his grip, desperately showing him just how much he needed you - he couldn’t glow without you, just like a ray of sunshine can’t light up a room if there is no darkness to accompany it. 

You by his side forevermore, that’s what he needed, starting from now until the end of time.

His mattress was softer than yours, your body sinking into it when he pushed you onto his bed.

By now, the rain had intensified, the storm already here as you heard thunder growl outside. Every time a lightning bolt struck, his face lit up, his beautiful eyes looking at you in a manner that you'd never seen on him before. He gulped hard when he saw you lie there, only taking you in for a second before he leaned down, hovering over you as he tried not to crush you under him.

His lips brushed yours gently, gaze locked on yours and looking at you in such admiration that it melted everything inside you. His gentle touch and fingers buried in your still wet hair were enough to leave you breathless - he hadn't even done much, and yet, he was driving you crazy.

"Jungko-" you started, but he silenced you with a fervorous kiss, your lips moving slowly as you closed your eyes and indulged in the softness and sweetness of his mouth. His fist around your hair tightened, and you couldn’t understand how he was still holding back so much, kissing you so carefully.

But soon, his tongue slipped between your parted lips, seeking yours to savor the taste of you that he'd dreamt of so often now. Yet, all of this was so much more than anything his mind had hypothetically thrown at him.

And after a while of drowning in the breathlessness, the painless touches of him became needier, his hands wandering down your face and cupping your jaw before he backed away from your lips. Instead, he trailed the line of your jaw and the skin of your neck, licking and sucking your flesh until you were sure he was leaving small, purple marks on your sensitive collar bones.

You moaned at the feeling of his mouth making its way along your body, everything about his touches gentle yet greedy; soft yet longing; affectionate yet impatient. Your hands moved over his clothed back, your flowers glowing right in front of your face.

"Jungkook," you whispered, his head coming up to look at you, his eyes so hazy and gone that you wondered how long he was going to hesitate to go a step further, "I- I want you."

He nodded, his fingers brushing your hair away from your cheeks as he looked at you with bittersweetness again - as if he'd waited for this moment for an eternity. Sighing, he answered, "I know, my love. I want you, too."

And with that, he pressed himself closer to you, his lips returning to your clavicles until they reached the swell of your breasts, his hands settling on your hips and fingers digging into your skin. You whimpered at the intensity before you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it just enough to feel the warmth of his back despite the wet coldness of his clothes.

Taking it as a hint, he parted himself from you, letting you lift his shirt entirely before you threw it onto the floor haphazardly. Imitating you, he did the same and went even further as his hands reached the waistband of your pants. He tugged at it only a little until you lifted your lower body to allow him to slip the soaked clothing off entirely; looking at the way you laid there, his heart raced at an insane speed.

You were just as astounded, though - fingertips slowly running along his muscles, his chiseled chest and sharp jaw, you pulled him down again while he fumbled with your undershirt. In his urgency, he didn’t bother distancing himself from you again. Instead, he ripped the clothing in half and pulled it from under you as his hand cupped one of your breasts, a small moan escaping your mouth.

Jungkook gasped at the feeling of the soft roundness in his palms, slightly whining into your mouth, asking for more. He knew you were ready to give yourself to him, and yet, he hesitated. It was as if he had gotten so used to being hurt and hurting you that he feared every single touch.

“It doesn’t hurt, right?” he whispered with hooded eyes, and you shook your head, letting him know that you were finally okay.

Soon enough, his hand left your breast before he brought his lips onto your nipple instead as he nipped and sucked, teeth playing with it slightly while his fingers pinched your other. Despite your answer that you were alright, you winced, more in pleasure than in pain - and his ears immediately registered the sound.

Sudden memories of you hours ago repeated themselves, his mind now drowning in images of you in his arms, crying in pain and losing your mind as your fingers clung to his jacket. He had caused that; he was the one who had made you feel this way, and right now, he only wanted to destroy the ache - heal you instead. With only this goal in sight, he demolished the memories, kissing you so greedily that you wondered if he was still alright.

And when you felt wetness on your breast, you grabbed his face to bring it to yours, him breaking away from you hesitantly - and that’s when you noticed he had started crying, tears rolling down his cheeks silently, his expression pained, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned downwards.

“Jungkook,” you asked in worry, wiping away the wetness from his face with your thumbs before you put a hand on his scalding forehead, a silent spell cooling him down under a light glow, “what’s wrong?”

He gulped hard, blinking once as he sighed before he confessed, “I don’t want to let you go.”

“You won’t have to,” you assured, putting strands of hair behind his ears as he leaned down, his forehead touching yours.

“Be mine,” he breathed, his eyes closing and his hands cupping your face, “now and forever.”

His words sounded like pleas, laced with fear and insecurity, voice shaky. And you were fast to calm his nerves as you uttered words of comfort, “I’m yours, Jungkook. Look at me.” He opened his eyes slowly, waiting for you to continue. “I’m yours.”

You attempted to pull him down again, but he was reluctant, resisting as his mouth attached itself to the swell of your breasts, wandering down, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your stomach and sides until he reached the part that was aching for him so desperately.

“Mine,” he whispered against your skin, reaching your thighs and kissing them, tongue licking your flesh, “and I’m yours.”

His finger pressing into your clothed core was the last thing you needed to break into a series of moans before you went insane under his circling motions as he separated your legs further, watching the soaked spot on your panties, making his cock twitch in his pants.

Removing his finger, he finally tugged your panties off of you, his breathing ragged and body tingling at the realisation that all of this was actually, undoubtedly happening and not just a wishful dream.

“So beautiful,” he said mostly to himself, eyeing you from top to bottom tenderly. And again, his fingers were on you, rubbing gentle circles over your clit for a few moments and eliciting a soft whine from you before they went further south. He ran his index and middle finger along your folds, testing how wet you were as he decided to increase your pleasure and slide one of his digits into you calmly, carefully.

You groaned, grabbing the sheets under you as you arched your back, calling his name so beautifully - it drove him crazy how you went crazy under his touch, and he bit his lips, his heart hammering painfully hard against his chest. More, he wanted to give you more - and not hesitating for long, he leaned down, lips enclosing your swollen bud. His eyes stayed on you to gauge your reaction, and when you cried out in ecstasy, gaze shooting down to meet his dilated pupils, he started sucking while his nimble finger began moving.

But you were dripping, so ready for him that he didn’t need to hear much from you to slide another digit in, pumping it into you harder and faster until he picked a steady pace that had you positively mewling. Soon, he curled them inside you, reaching a sweet spot that made you moan, mixing your sounds with the ones from the thunder outside, the latter not only making your body light up blue but also your mark that bloomed over your whole arm and right shoulder.

His own flowers were shining, too, even reaching his fingers that were currently buried in you. Soulmates - that’s what you were, and there was no moment in his life that he’d ever been so fast about confirming something as he was now, because yes, you definitely, without a single trace of doubt, were just that; a perfectly fitting puzzle piece.

Pulling out his fingers, they and his mouth switched places, and now, much to your pleasure, his digits were rubbing your clit diligently as his mouth settled between your folds, his tongue soon darting out to taste your sweetness.

“Jungkook, oh my god,” you managed, your fingers grabbing his hair as he picked up the speed, licking stripes up and down your heat before pressing his lips into it - and then repeating the process.

His moans vibrated against your pussy, making your legs tremble as you felt your muscles tighten, your high creeping up on you slowly. And when he noticed, his free hand held one of your thighs down, steadying you as he continued to suck and lick on your most intimate part.

You looked at him, biting your lips and when he opened his eyes, noticing your gaze on him and increasing the pressure on your clit, something in you snapped so effectively that you finally unwinded under him. Your legs shivered, body wriggling as you keened, tugging at his hair harder.

“Fuck, that was…” you whispered, unable to finish your sentence as you attempted to steady your breathing. Still shaking, you sat up, watching him kiss your folds and thighs a few more times until he rose, too, his hands grabbing your face to claim your mouth as his again, making you taste your lingering sweetness on his lips.

You took the opportunity of him in front of you to finally tug down his underwear, not able to see the way his cock sprung out but feeling the veiny length heavy in your hand as you reached out. He gasped into your mouth without stopping the kiss and only broke away when you started gentle movements up and down his whole shaft, a quiet mumble escaping his lips, “God, I must be dreaming. This is - uh… absolutely…”

“Absolutely?”

Jungkook sighed deeply as he closed his eyes, fingers digging into your cheeks before he moaned out, “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

From what you were feeling right now, he was thick, big, but not uncomfortably much, hard as a rock and twitching in your fist. Pressing yourself against him, your arms wrapped around his neck and you pushed him flush against the mattress. You shifted to straddle him, your knees settling next to his and hand wrapping around his throbbing cock again as you took in his body - his fingers came up to dig into your thighs, his biceps flexing and abs hardening. The line of his chest was sharp, his waist narrow and his cock in your grip was leaking. Red, swollen, waiting for you.

Swiping your hair to one side with your eyes never leaving his face, you shifted again, your head coming down and your gaze fixed on his cock just for a moment before you wrapped your lips around his tip, drawing a heavenly moan out of him. Your tongue darted out to lick away his pre-cum, the taste salty and intoxicating, the feeling of him so arousing that it spurred you on to take him in deeper.

You sunk down as far as your throat allowed, focusing on licking his length along the way as you started moving up and down. The gag reflex kicked in fast, but you hollowed the inside of your mouth to hold on for longer, the sounds escaping you only causing his heart to race more relentlessly.

For a second, you lifted your head, fingers drawing circles on his stomach as you asked, “Is that okay?”

“More than okay, baby,” came his immediate response, his hips uneasy, but still doing their best to stay calm.

“Try not to look away,” you said and he nodded, fingernails bruising your shoulders harder.

Continuing, you licked a stripe along his length, gazing deep into his eyes as you put his cock in your mouth again, moving in a fast pace right from the start, slightly amused at how he’d shoot his eyes open immediately every time he closed them. He was careful to fulfill your wish, but it was so hard to do so when you looked at him like this, swallowed around him like this, your ass raised into the air and hair falling to the bed.

And as you moved so beautifully, so eagerly, your hand doing its work where your mouth couldn’t reach, he felt dizzy, feeling his cock move on its own accord and coming closer to his high when-

“Wait,” Jungkook spoke suddenly, reaching for your face to urge you to stop. Curious as to what he had to say, you halted your movements, waiting for him to speak; but instead of saying anything else, he sat up, dragging you with him. And before you knew it, he had his arm around your waist and had thrown you on your back yet again.

“I want you,” he merely whispered, only inches away from your lips, his thumb wiping away the saliva from your ministrations a moment ago, “so bad.”

“Then take me.”

“Can I?” he asked carefully, licking his lips, his eyes flickering from your face to your torso and back.

You smiled at him gently, shaking your head playfully as you answered, “Look at us. Of course you can.”

With a genuine smile back, he buried his face in the nook of your neck, lips ghosting over your skin as he aligned his cock with your sopping entrance while the other arm squeezed you tighter.

Rubbing his tip against your folds a few times, causing you to draw a sharp breath, he finally sank in, slowly, allowing you to adjust to the stretch. You let out the air that you’d inhaled, the breath you didn’t know you were holding, both your legs around him pulling him closer.

“Are you okay?” he wanted to know, warm breath brushing your neck, and you nodded. You were okay; nothing hurt anymore, and every touch mended your already healing soul.

And when he started to move, you let out a gasp at the same time as he groaned, goosebumps forming on your skin as he pushed in and pulled out in a steady rhythm. His lips sucked at your sensitive flesh, colouring it purple, blue, and red before they kissed your jaw, your chin, your cheeks.

His name slipped from your tongue - and this action reached his core, making him feel so much admiration for the way you called out to him, urging him to fuck you deeper and harder.

Limbs entangled, your hands squeezed his shoulders tighter, moans spilling out of you as you pleaded, “Ju- Jungkook... more.”

“More?” he repeated, his head shooting up to face you, a smirk decorating his features that reminded you of Jungkook, the boy you’d known your whole life. The boy you’d fought with, the one who’d teased you about the littlest things. The boy who was a man now, your man who you were so endlessly and unconditionally in love with.

“More, please,” you barely managed, pulling him in for a kiss, but soon wailing into his mouth when you felt him go much faster than before, pounding into you. Lewd and panting sounds filled the room, the rain serving as background music, and you took in his expression, so gentle and adoring that you felt your heart crumble right in his palms.

The stretch was impeccable, the feeling of him thrusting in and out so intense that you felt the coil in your stomach build up again. By now, Jungkook was in an ultimate haze, spiraling, and you knew he was losing control when his palm on your arm sent a warm wave through your body, your insides heating up so suddenly that you whimpered.

Copying his actions, you ran your fingertips over his spine, your ice-cold touch having him shiver and shake as he halted his movements before snapping his hips hard against yours. His thrusts harsher now, he let you cover his skin in goosebumps while yours burned up, having you whine and keen in delight, urging you closer to your high.

But before you could find release, he suddenly pulled out, the warmth of his chest disappearing, and you began to protest at the emptiness.

Sweat glistened on his temples and he slicked his long hair back with his fingers before he commanded, “Turn around.”

Your body listened immediately, moving effectively, and yet, he grabbed your legs, flipping you faster before he grabbed your ass, parting your cheeks as his cock slipped in again without a warning. Moans muffled by the pillow under you, you grabbed the sheets next to your head.

And then, he continued his thrusts, reaching even deeper than before. He pressed his chest against your back, fingers of one of his hands coming up to intertwine with yours, pinning your whole body under him as he proceeded fucking you, the whole mattress moving with you.

His other hand grabbed the head post hard as he fucked into you, and a few moments later, you faintly recognized the scent of burnt wood, your eyes darting up to see a steam escape through his fingers, veins visible along his whole arm. Jungkook was gone - lost in you so unfathomably that he didn’t notice what his magic was carrying out right now.

“You’re so beautiful,” he claimed as he covered your back and shoulders in chaste kisses, “so pretty, my love.”

Your heart stopped again at the name before it rapidly picked up its pace again, your head turning to his face right in front of yours, lips ghosting over your cheek, your erratic breaths melding. “God, I adore you so fucking much, Y/N,” he said, squeezing your hand tighter.

“Yours,” you whispered out of context, unable to think straight as he robbed any sanity you had left.

His movements never faltered, hammering into you relentlessly, and you tried to mutter rational sentences back - but words left you, failed you entirely. And as his hand let you go, somehow snaking under the congested space under you and reaching your clit to rub it deliciously, he brought his lips to your ears, softly confessing, “I love you.”

And that was it. From that moment on, you knew you were ruined.

Hearing just these three words, the knot in your lower stomach released again, your walls clenching and pulsating around him and making him growl; your arousal covered his cock, wet sounds reaching your ears, and your eyes burned from the emotional intensity you felt right now. You looked at him, begging for his lips, coming closer as you answered, “Jungkook, I- I love you, too. I can’t sto-”

He silenced you with a passionate kiss immediately as his legs started to give in, the movements of his hips losing their rhythm as his tongue danced with yours. And then, he ultimately spilled inside you. Using some more thrusts to finish, he groaned, mouth leaving yours to bite into your shoulder, teeth marking you as his, and his only.

He whispered again and again that he loved you, telling you that he’d stay for as long as you needed him as his lips covered your back in gentle pecks.

Still inside and on top of you, he waited until you both calmed down before he kissed your lips briefly and rolled off of you. His arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly close and holding you tightly as you wrapped your leg around his waist, not caring that both your releases were dripping onto the bed.

“You’re so warm,” you told him, drowning in the way you could feel him, touch him without any pain taking over your body. You couldn’t believe that you were - even after everything had happened - in his arms, engulfed in him, watching as your marks glowed in the darkness. They’d become a little fainter - and one day, they’d stop glowing and growing altogether, indicating the true love you’d found in each other for all eternity at last.

“You are, too,” he said, pressing a kiss on your forehead before you both went silent. There were no words necessary to show each other what you felt, what had hidden in your minds for so long and finally escaped now.

And as you listened to his steadying heartbeat and the rain hitting the window, you drifted off.

The thunder struck you awake, your body flinching hard as your heartbeat increased. Your hands reached out but found the bed empty.

He was gone again.

You shot up - you adjusted to the place, confirming that you were still here, that you had not dreamt all of this, and feeling panic rise up in you, your shaky and sleep drunken voice called out, “Jungkook?”

No answer.

Your body quivered from the cold and a lot of your skin was still bare, your panties and a very thin shirt being the only clothing covering you. You rubbed your arms, biting your lips as your eyes searched your surroundings.

“Jungkook!” you said again, louder this time. The fear in you rose; you couldn’t lose him, not now, not again, not after all that had happened.

Where was he?!

A few uneventful seconds passed and you felt your throat clog right before the door finally opened and he came in, torso bare and a thicker blanket in his hands than you had on your legs. His eyes widened when he saw your expression, hurrying to you and tucking you both in as he pulled you in again before he asked, “Are you okay?”

“I thought you were gone,” you admitted, a few tears of relief spilling out as you hugged him close, “I thought I was alone.”

“No, my love. Was just getting another blanket because you were trembling. Still are. And I won’t be able to warm you while we’re asleep...” At the sound of a sob that escaped you, he squeezed you tighter, cooing, “It’s okay. I’m here. Everything’s okay.”

He pulled the two blankets up to your chins, pressing his palm flat against your back before you felt an increasing warmth spread across your body.

“Are you doing that?” you asked against his chest, fingers digging into his hot skin.

“I am.” His hand shifted and slipped under your shirt, his magic killing your shivers and helping you warm up effectively as you muttered a small “Thank you” back, lips brushing his chest.

You should’ve probably wondered about your parents and the reactions they’d give you when you came back home. You should’ve asked yourself if Seokjin had told them where you were, what had happened.

And maybe, possibly, you should’ve wondered about the growing thought in you more; that one that told you that being the leader of your people would only be half as bad if you got to reunite the villages with Jungkook by your side. Make history, change everything that could be changed.

Yet, all your mind brought to the surface was the feeling of delight that you felt as you melted in the arms of the man that was the light to your darkness, the sun to your moon, the fire to your ice.

And you swore to yourself - that would never change.

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Sprint-event-prompts:

A and B have contradicting magical powers that are incompatible to the point of them destroying each other if they get close. This doesn’t stop them from falling in love.

Everyone has a flower tattoo and it starts to bloom the closer your soulmate is.

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[justagirlinafandomworld]

I had such fun reading fic in April and want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors (with minimal additions when I couldn't find stories on masterlists).

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2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

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Marvel

sixty seconds. by @xbuchananbarnes Bucky Barnes AU. A bar, a bottle of whiskey, and two hearts on the mend.

Life on Hold by @firefly-in-darkness Bucky Barnes x Reader Y/N is pulled out of retirement by Fury, and Bucky is the one to break the news. Warnings: 18+. Fluff, Angst, Smut. Swearing.

lost the game by @nexusnyx TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader You’re a nobody who happens to live in the same city as the ‘friendly neighborhood Spider-Man’, who is most definitely somebody. You are… friends. Closer than strangers, even though you’ve never seen his face or know his name. The tension between you and Spidey grows, and it grows, and it grows. One day, it snaps. Warnings: This work is for 18+ audiences. Minors DNI. Explicit descriptions of sex (f/m). I do not give permission for my work to be used or distributed in other sites.

Star Spangled Sinner by @cockslut-padalecki 40!Steve Rogers x Star Spangled Singer!Reader You catch Steve doing something he shouldn't. Warnings: voyeurism, explicit sexual content, jealous!reader, Steve is a little slut, oral sex (male receiving), female masturbation, (slight) size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), mention of multiple orgasms, mention of cream pies, 18+.

Why Can't We Be Friends? by @cockslut-padalecki Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!F!Reader Steve has an illogical dislike of you, for reasons you're unsure of. But when you find yourself at the apartment he shares with Bucky, and your heat begins to present itself, it's only a matter of time until Steve's Alpha instincts take over. Warnings: explicit sexual content, a/b/o dynamics, knotting, claiming, hate-fucking, enemies to lovers, female masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, slight Dom!Steve, tiny amount of fluff, 18+.

Supernatural

Choices by @talesmaniac89 Dean x Reader OR Sam x Reader Choices is an interactive Supernatural choose your own adventure story where your choices determine the outcome.  You go on a hunt with the two Winchester brothers, one of whom you love. You decide who your Winchester is and what happens along the way. Each part is a fully independently written section and no parts are copies of others, so the story can be read a full 8 different ways with 15 parts in total and 8 endings! Triggers: Dark, torture, reader death, angst, loss, pain, blood, serious injuries, heartbreak, implied possible major character death, fear of abandonment, loneliness, hostage situation, gore (series levels blood, torture and fatal injuries)

Hunter/Hunted by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Reader Dean has grown tired of your game of cat and mouse. He's ready to show you he's a hunter. And tonight, you're his prey. Warnings: Smut, Penetrative sex, unprotected sex (nothing overly descriptive due to word count restrictions), Possessiveness, Slightly Dom!Dean, Hints at edging, Praise kink

Go Before You Say Goodbye by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Dean tells Y/N to go. Sam tells Y/N Dean wants her to stay. Who will she listen to, or should she just listen to her heart? Warnings: Explicit 18+. Implied smut. Smut. Kissing. Necking! Over the clothes rubbing. Angst! Dean being an ass. Sad Dean.

Bitten by @covered-byroses Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: NSFW, Biting, Smut

Badass Is A Turn On by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x F!Reader Sam had a helpful realization mid battle.

Cuffed by @princessmisery666 Sam Winchester x F!Reader Dean has to rescue Sam and Y/N from a compromising position. Warnings: smut, Sam Winchester being obscenely hot and a puppy dog at the same time, banter, crack-ish maybe.

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin

Awkward NSFW by @221bshrlocked You walk in on a naked Mandalorian. Warnings: in the very title

Outer Banks/JJ Maybank

One Last Sunset by @princessmisery666 JJ's so focused on what he doesn't have he can't see what's right in front of him. You spend a whole summer trying to show him but it takes more than surf lessons for him to see that stupid things have good outcomes all the time. Warnings: fluff, angst, language, violence, attempted assault, canon/mentioned/implied child abuse.

RPF

Twitterpated by @smol-and-grumpy Jensen Ackles x Reader Y/N starred alongside Jensen in a new blockbluster movie. For promo, they get invited to read thirst tweets. What if most of the tweets are from Y/N? Warnings: Flustered Jensen, dirty tweets, rough sex, daddy kink

Best Laid Plans by @thinkinghardhardlythinking Jensen Ackles x F!Reader Wedding planner rom-com fic but Jensen is our leading man. Y/N is a wedding planner, hired to plan the wedding of the mean girl bully that made her life hell back at school. But who's that guy over there, in the Impala from that show she likes? Warnings: each chapter warns accordingly.

HAPPY READING!

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[introloves]

andjkfndmmfnf alpha bokuto in a rut n omega reader walks into his room wonderin what’s goin on,,, yea thats the tweet 🥰🥰

lmao probably too early to b writing abo but here we go, this is rly dirty i’m so sorry hdjdhs

— a/b/o + alpha! bokuto + ruts + omega! reader + water sports kinda? mentions of excessive arousal + big dick bokuto + size kink + lotsa cum, like a lot

you don’t realize the unmistakable haze of an alpha in rut until you’re standing outside bokutos door.

your eyes have glistened over, pupils dilated, breathing just a touch bit heavier.

‘what am i doing?’ you ask yourself through the muddy mess that is your mind.

‘what’s that smell?’ you inquire, while reaching for his doorknob and twisting.

‘it smells so good.’

the door creaks open, and you’re hit straight in the chest with an aroma that sparks a deep throbbing want right between your legs. it catches you off guard, almost throwing you sideways.

“y/n? what the fuck are you doing here?” bokuto’s voice is feverish, lowly growls cutting every syllable in a harsh display of restraint.

it’s so very dangerous for a lil omega like you to be so close in his space while he’s in rut.

you blink twice, finally fighting the allure and pull you stupidly submitted to.

“kou! i’m so sorry!” you whine, watching him get up off his bed, thighs glistening with sweat, bulging under his shorts, you can see each clench of muscle in his torso as he makes his way to you. your eyes can’t leave the imprint of his cock, length of it bobbing with each step, right between those thighs of his.

you’re fucked, this little slip up is something akin to a fatal mistake, you’ve surely sealed your fate with this.

because once an alpha makes contact with an omega during a time like this, especially one as mouth wateringly tiny and supple as you, the need to claim and mate and pump them full of cum pushes any other logical judgment down.

you’re scared, ashamed at the steady stream of slick already flowing down your legs when he stands before you, you already know he’s a big man, but with the submissive pang in your tummy, making you weakly shy away, he looks like he’s doubled in size.

“it’s okay.” he breathes, licking his lips, hands reaching out to touch your face.

“it’s okay. not your fault.” bokuto growls, bending down to swipe his nose at your neck, the sound of your wetness dripping on to the floor makes his eyes widen, the last string of sanity snapping.

his last coherent words to you are a rushed:

“i’m sorry.”

before he picks you up, hands hauling you onto his hips, smearing all that slick down his sides.

it makes it hard to keep a good grip on him, he can feel your hands tighten around his shoulders, but he’s got you. bokuto would never let his little mate fall, he was born to protect and please you, made to hold your weight up, made to keep you safe.

it’s all crazy, you’re not mated, unclaimed, and he’s thinking about you like you’re already his. you’re just his roommate, someone that he has been harboring a crush on for so long. it wasn’t supposed to be like this, the both of you are so good about keeping distance during ruts and heats, this small little slip up so detrimental to the relationship the two of you will have.

but it’s not like either you or him are complaining, youre melting in his embrace, letting him set you on the bed, letting him take your pants off, letting him hook his fingers into the waist band of his shorts.

you want him so bad you can’t think of anything else, nothing other than the way his big cock is presented so nicely to you, the sheer length of him bending under his own weight.

he can see you flutter around nothing at the sight of him, it has him absolutely keening at the way your cunt already gushes out streams of clear slick in preparation for him. he knows you’re made for him, knows your cunt is already dilating to take him better.

he can’t wait, slides in with a fever simmering in his balls.

koutarou all but howls while fucking you, a crazed fucked out gasp leaves him when he cums already, not even three pumps in, but it’s not enough to satiate the thrum of arousal. his head drops down to your neck, whining at the way it burns to still be this hard and unsatisfied.

he fucks the cum he just dumped inside you out, pooling it with your own slick right at the junction of where your ass meets the bed.

“fffuck, koutarou, fuck!” you squirm, gripping his neck, biting down on his shoulder to keep your screaming down just a little.

it takes him cuming another two times, all but bathing you in it, before he realizes that it’s your own orgasm that’ll get him where he wants.

so he folds your legs up, pressing you into the bed, keeping both legs still in one hand while the other paws your clit furiously, drunk on giving everything he has to make you cream around him.

it works, you’re all but kicking him, legs twitching as you cum around the sloppy pistoning of his big cock.

“oh, oh, ‘m cumming.” you scream, shutting your eyes when you feel him spurt hotly inside.

it’s enough, finally he feels his dick soften, finally he can rest.

bokuto plops down, almost crushing you with his weight. round muscles pin you down on the bed, you can’t move and you’re sure if your body wasn’t made for the rough fucking of an alpha you’d probably be dead.

it takes him another second to unfold you, gently unsheathing himself from the mess that’s your sloppy, wet, sticky cunt.

you’d talk all about the dynamics of your newly blossomed relationship when he wakes up, you think, joining him in how fast he’s knocked out.

#bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto smut #haikyuu smut #alpha! bokuto #alpha!bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #smut #requests #drabble #asks #a/b/o #abo #— no face. 🐉

[windblooms]

childe scenario – foul legacy

childe x gender-neutral reader.  angst and nsfw/smut.  2.4k words.  canon divergence: reader is in place of the traveler plus other plot points. warnings: rough/unprotected sex, choking, biting, overstim. 

when you arrived in liyue harbor, childe didn’t have to ask for your name because he already knew it – the mondstadtian fatui had told him as much.  he only had to ask for your purpose in the city.  “to find somewhere to belong,” you had replied. 

as if either of you thought that you could make a home out of each other.

time had snapped by in an instant despite the weeks you two had spent together.  he couldn’t ever fully drop that harbinger pretense that you knew was a facade, and neither of you could walk the streets of liyue as sincere companions.  that time when you both stood atop mt. tianheng and looked out towards the guyun stone forest in the horizon was a sham; there was no sense of honesty, of trust.  atop that hill, on a bright autumn morning, you were trembling.  

he couldn’t bring himself to admit that it was because of him at the time.

but now, he can’t afford to be considerate of what you two had tried to become.  he doesn’t want to think about it.  it hurts even more when he looks into your eyes –

– and down at your neck, clutched in his fingers, and your hands that hopelessly rake at his wrist.

don’t give me that look, he wants to say, but his mouth doesn’t move.  you knew it would come to this.

your breaths are ragged under his grasp.  suspended in the air, you don’t have the energy to kick at him, exhausted from your earlier duel.  your sword had been shattered in the brutal exchange, and its remains lay discarded underneath the rubble of the golden house.

he can feel your pulse underneath his claws.  it’s erratic, pounding in time with your gasps.  your experiences in teyvat had taught you much and honed you into a warrior – an honorary knight.  but the pitiful state you’re in now betrays your fragility.

your nails do nothing against the skin of his foul legacy. you choke out his name, as if beseeching – “childe,” – begging for any sense of sympathy.  but you shouldn’t rely on his sentimentality: the monster you’re pleading to has always had the insatiable craving to bring his opponents to their knees, and you cannot be the exception. 

but, oh so badly, he wishes you were.

“you shouldn’t be thinking like that,” he chides, withered at your misplaced determination.  his voice isn’t quite his own; memories of better days are bitter on his tongue.  “you’re wasting what you have left.”

sentencing himself to further oblivion, he hurls you to the floor with the flick of his wrist, and your back arches as you hit the pavement.  he sees the breath leave your lungs, and as you convulse on the ground, his daggers have already materialized in his claws.

you do what you can to get away from his approaching form, practically crawling to put any semblance of distance between yourself and your doom.  but you’re weaponless, weak, and out of options; you can only last like this for so long.

your mouth opens, but he’s on you before you can get a sound out.  childe pins your body underneath his, settling himself on your torso with his thighs on either side of your hips.  a hydro dagger embeds itself on the tile besides your head, and as he leans over your spent body, all you see staring down at you is a pearl of ice.

“g–get off,” your plea is even weaker under the shadow of his figure.  he feels your hands shoving – no, pressing – against his shoulders, but they fall as soon as he sinks more of his weight onto your stomach.

“you can’t win,” childe’s voice should be triumphant; he has you, his adversary, his prize, in absolute submission.  but remorse bleeds from his words and into your ears.  “stop acting like you even had a chance.”

your head shakes back and forth.  the pressure of childe on top of you makes it difficult to think straight, your body screaming at the torture.  but you know that you can’t afford to lose here, or even think about giving up.  not when paimon, not when the knights, or keqing or ningguang or – 

“ – but zhongli.” your wheeze comes out like a sob, but there aren’t any tears in your eyes.  the harbinger above you regards your broken state in silence, his cape of stars distorting the walls of the golden house.  the chill of his armor burns as it digs into your exposed skin, but it’s grief that consumes you whole.

behind his mask, childe’s eyebrows furrow.  what does zhongli have anything to do with this?  he’s not even in the city right now, much less relevant to the life-and-death scenario you’re in.  is it really him that you’re weeping for, and not your own safety?  

childe moves his spare hand to the side of your face, testing.  your body shudders violently underneath his, anticipating what might come, with eyes wide and mouth in the middle of another gasp.  a claw taps at the rise of your cheek, and skims down your flesh until it hovers down to the plump of your lips. 

“it’s his name,” the harbinger exhales, voice now devoid of sentiment.  and all at once, you freeze.  “that you call to now?”

another beat of silence – bemusement is clear in your eyes.  he continues, and with each word, he lowers himself closer to your face.  you remember how to move, and as desperately as you can, put your hands on his mask in another attempt to delay the closing distance, all while trying to deny his twisted assertion.  

his mask vibrates as his voice flows.  you feel it thrum under the bruised skin of your palms.  “there are more important things to think about right now.  like the dead god you couldn’t protect.”  

childe doesn’t stop until his face is mere centimeters from yours.  between your fingers, you can see yourself in the clouded orb of his mask. 

“or, you know, yourself,” he finishes, aggrieved.  “you’ve never been the selfish type.  but i didn’t think that you’d be one to think of someone else in a situation like this.”

“no,” you start, still attempting vainly to push him back.  “no, listen to m– ”

“you held back before,” childe resumes his monologue, referencing your duel.  you never aimed for his neck, his chest, or a fatal blow – always at his arms or legs.  “worried about hurting me when nearly crushed you with a whale.”  

“you know why.” your cry falls on deaf ears.  for some reason the misery in your words doesn’t stir him.  “because i didn't want to.  just yesterday we ate together at wanmin, and the day before that, nantianmen – ”

“not as friends,” he interrupts, and you become quiet at the harshness in his voice.  “as a formality.  you knew it would come to this.  neither of us could afford to believe otherwise.” 

for the second time, your hands fall back to your sides.  you can’t speak.  you don’t want to.  not when you agree with what he’s saying.  but you know – you know he wants it to be different.  

does he?

you avert your eyes from his face.  his body no longer weighs on your own, but he still traps you underneath.  your next words are a mere whisper. 

“can you blame me for wanting to?”

childe doesn’t respond.  you hear his hydro dagger evaporate.  your hair moves as a clawed hand settles on the back of your head, cushioning it from the floor.  

“yes.”  he exhales, but the bottom half of his mask disintegrates and his lips descend onto yours. 

you feel like crying as his body grinds against you, thrusting your form further into the tile.  as he sucks on your bottom lip, tugging at it with his teeth, your hands find purchase in his hair, feebly grabbing onto strands as you try to keep up with his brutal pace.  lips, tongue, lips, tongue – you can’t keep track of how long you’re wedged underneath him like this, or how many times you’ve come close to moaning his name as he’s pulled on your hair, trying to provoke as much of a reaction out of you as he can.

if you’re fragile, then childe’s already broken.  his kisses tell you just as much: he tries to feel as much of you as he possibly can, pressing his mouth to your cheeks, the veins on your neck and the flesh above your heart.  but i can’t help indulging in you, his ministrations say in contradiction to his spiteful words from before. i can’t stop.

childe’s skin is rough against yours – hardened from his delusion – but he feels like the rush of a high tide at noon.  you clutch onto his shoulders, whimpering as the kisses just don’t stop, noises spilling from your mouth as he lifts you from the ground, hands on the backs of your thighs.  he carries you away from the wreckage, still biting into the convergence of your neck and shoulder, dragging the flesh under his teeth, and tugs until there are tears in your eyes.  you cry out again, with only pleas for him, and that’s when he realizes that there’s something beautiful about how ruined you look. 

he’s grateful that he has a mask: underneath it, he’s just as anguished as you are. 

“m-more.” you gasp next to his ear, practically clawing at his shoulders.  across the length of your collarbones, bite marks from his teeth are embellished onto your skin.  “archons, childe . . . ”

he doesn’t waste any more time, pushing your back against a column while supporting your body with his hands underneath your thighs.  he squeezes them harshly as he situates his crotch between your legs – and when he starts to rut into your body, nearly growling, he makes sure to cover your mouth with his own so he can feel you even further lose yourself to him.

“is this what you want?”  he jeers against your lips, yet for some reason, it’s as if he isn’t talking to you.  a gasp is wrung from your mouth as he thrusts up into the juncture of your legs; this feels like bliss.  “tell me this is what you want, and i’ll give it to you, y/n.  just tell me.”

another shove.  the heat between your legs is unbearable, and all too quickly, you’re complying, “y-yes, you, ple – ”

he tears off your undergarments and rams himself into you before you can finish.

the force of his entry is enough to jolt your spine into the column behind you, and once more, you’re winded by his brutality; there was no preparation, and for his first thrusts, it’s painful, yet the relief you feel with him inside you is undeniable.  you find yourself not only clinging onto his shoulders for leverage, but even tightening around his length as you adjust to his size and pace, eyes squeezed shut and teeth biting into your lower lip.

“fuck,” childe groans, and buries his face into the litter of hickeys he marked you with before.  he rocks you back and forth on his hips.  “you feel too good.  fuck, fuck, fuck.”

you think you’re bleeding where he clutches your thighs, but you can’t think clearly enough to be sure.  all you know is more, more, please, more, let me drown in you more.  

you both know this isn’t right, but neither of you can stop.  neither of you want to stop. 

your gasps fill the ambiance of the golden house.  childe makes sure to pull out of you completely, leaving you pitifully empty and clenched around nothing, before pounding back in. 

“you’re so filthy,” he finally speaks after what feels like an eternity.  the shock of his voice does nothing to quell the building climax in your stomach, and instead, spurs on your want even further.  “getting off to me just after being tossed around.  aren’t you just cute.”

his teeth sink into your neck once more, and you muffle a scream.  the flat of his tongue lathers his bites from before, coating them in saliva.  you don’t know what to do, what to say, and can only admit to his words in the drug of hedonism. 

your body lurches as he hastens his pace.  he doesn’t relent for a second, and your insides feel like absolute mush. “tell me to go harder and i will,” childe goads, the squelching of liquid between your legs becoming more prominent as he continues.  “moan louder.  cry harder.  tell me who’s breaking you right now.”

“you.”  it’s another one of your uneven breaths, another to be added to the plethora of defeated exhales.  “you, childe.  y-you’re . . . ”

you can’t bring yourself to finish.  the awareness of your vulnerably creeps into your conscious, and for a moment, your eyes roll down to where the two of you are connected. 

before they snap back up, just to see the orb on his mask stare you down. 

“tell me,” childe repeats, and you go absolutely still.  “who’s breaking you right now.”

and once more, he pulls out, length dripping in your juices, before hilting himself until there’s no more space between your bodies.

“you!”  this time, you do scream.  he’s too much, his size stretching you as he re-enters.  “ – you’re the one wh-who’s breaking me.”

in, out, in out.  “yes, good.  say it again.”

“you, childe.  you’re breaking me . . . “ 

and when your voice cracks, he feels like he’s shattered too.

you come before he does.  suddenly, abruptly, crumpling against his larger form as if you’ve been completely spent.  he still moves inside you, not at his point of release yet, and at the excessive stimulation your body jerks.  your eyes have glazed over, but the faint grip you have on his arms tells him that you’re still with him.  

he mutters your name, as if in reassurance, before slotting his lips over yours once more, tasting your tears as they fall from your eyes.

“good kitten,” his praise ghosts over your lips.  as he cums, childe presses himself as far into you as he can.  you sigh into his mouth as he does so, shoulders falling, and eyes closing.

he’s not sure whether to embrace you like a lover or cry like a monster. 

#genshin impact #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe headcanons #childe scenario #tartaglia headcanons #tartaglia scenarios #foul legacy childe #third form childe #smut #yeah haha this is the pWITHp version #too scared to do pWITHOUTp

[a-mended-pact]

Let the Right One In

A/N: So this is for @boldlyvoid 's challenge. I had so much fun writing this. Even though I'm still super anxious about posting my stories. It's been a pleasure and an honor getting to know you Em. Congratulations on reaching 2k! 🖤

Warning: Mentions of insecurities. Maeve Donovan. Faking a death.

Word count: 2,082

It was midday when I heard knocking on the front door. I was half tempted not to answer. Spencer was away on a case and neither him nor I were expecting anyone. Anyone that would come over at all was away on the case with him or states over. So who could be coming over unannounced? I clumsily headed towards the door. My fuzzy socks are making it difficult to stay balanced on the hardwood floor. A knock came again. It was gentler this time. 

I looked through the peephole and saw a small woman looking around nervously leaning from foot to foot. “Who is it?” I wondered if I could at least get a name. 

“I’m here to see Doctor Spencer Reid. I got his address from Aaron Hotchner.”

  My face blanched at the sound of Hotch’s name. It had been quite some time since anyone had mentioned him. After he went into protective custody with Jack even though the reaper was dead he still chose to stay away. Contact with him was rare and slim. I quickly opened the door and watched her jump back slightly. 

“Who are you?” she asked. She looked around the same age as him. She is actually quite beautiful. I wonder how Spencer knows her? 

“ I’m Y/n Reid.” She tilted her head to the side as she studied me.

 “I didn’t realize Spencer had a sister.” She finally met my gaze and smiled.

 “Is he here or do I need to come back at another time?” A small laugh escaped me 

“No, I am not his sister. I am his wife.” I crossed my arms over my chest and locked my foot in place behind the door keeping it only slightly ajar not letting her see into our home. 

Her face shifted to one of slight surprise. “Oh well I better just go then.” She went to turn away. When a thought crossed my mind.

 “Wait, I can call him if you’d like and let him know you are looking for him. What’s your name?” I was wondering whether this was a good idea or not to even call him but i had already offered and i am already in far too deep to turn back now. 

She stopped not turning to face me again. “My name is Maeve. Maeve Donovan.” 

Maeve. Why did I know that name? Why is my brain going off with alarm bells? But why do I know that name? I watched as she vanished from the hallway down the flight of stairs never turning back around to look at me. 

I slammed the door shut as I racked my brain on if I should mention this to Spencer at all. Especially while he is away on a case. Maybe I should wait until he gets home. He should be home later tonight. At least if the weather was alright over in New Hampshire. He had left me a message earlier this morning to let me know the case was solved and it had started snowing there but their flight wouldn’t be ready till a little later. 

He should be home in about an hour now. I will wait. I’ll definitely wait.

 

~

When Spencer walked through the door he looked sluggish and about ready to just collapse. The exhaustion clearly got to him from not getting enough sleep while he was away. He took off his satchel and his suit jacket. He began undoing his tie as he walked his way into our bedroom. Not even making eye contact with me. 

He came back out moments later in nothing but his flannel sweatpants. “Sorry I know I should have said hello to you. I just felt like I was suffocating in my clothes today.” As he spoke he made his way to the couch where I sat at one end.

 Once he sat down he leaned down and put his head in my lap. I gently started running my fingers through his hair while scratching his head. 

“That feels really nice.” His voice was soft and he let out a quiet sigh as he relaxed into the couch and my lap.

 If I wasn’t petting his head I was gently caressing his back with my fingertips. I know I needed to tell him. I was just so nervous. I knew somewhere deep down this would be stressful to him. The day already has worn him out so completely. It was like he needed my touch to recharge himself. I began biting my lip as my hand stopped on his lower back. 

“Hey, Spence, A woman came by to see you today. She said she got your address from Aaron.” He made a humming noise to let me know that he heard me. “Her name was Maeve Donovan.” I felt his back muscles tense at the sound of her name. He sat up immediately. 

“Wh- what did you say?” He looked at me as if I had just grown an extra head or as if I had just spoken another language.  “Mae-” He cut me off. “No, I heard what you said. I don’t need you to repeat yourself. It’s not possible she was at the door. She is dead. She’s been dead for years.” 

He pushed himself up off the couch, the muscles in his arms flexing more than usual. He was more tense than I have seen him in a long time. The last time I saw him this upset or stressed was when he first came back from prison. We were just dating back then.

“I am going to go call Hotch.” he moved quickly to grab his phone when he finally reached it. It began to ring. He looked at it for a couple of seconds before he answered.

“Hello?” His eyes widened slightly. I watched as he clenched his jaw and tears brimmed his eyes. 

“M-m-maeve?” He leaned himself back against the wall. His breathing became irregular as he slid himself down the cold panel. At the same time I saw a couple of tears leave his eyes.

I sucked in a breath and sighed. Was this going to be the end of us? Now that all the stories Spencer told me of her came back once he said that she was dead.

She was his first love after all. It would only make sense right?

====Spencer’s Pov=====

My vision was blurred beyond recognition. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears as the sound of her voice drifted in and out. This isn’t real. It’s not possible. I watched her die. I saw her. She was pronounced dead at the scene. I mourned her. It’s been years. Nearly a decade.

“Spencer? Can you hear me?” I felt my tears stream down my face, nodding as if she could see me. 

“Yeah, Yeah I can hear you.” My voice cracked as I answered her. 

“Just like old times huh? It’s so nice to hear your voice. I’ve missed you.” My breath hitched at her words. 

I felt my heart hammer in my chest. I glanced up to see if I could find my wife. She was watching me with concern but otherwise she hadn’t moved not yet. All the guards Y/n had torn down throughout the years started building themselves up higher and higher. 

"H-how are you alive? I watched you die." The horrible memories of that fatal day still haunted me. What am I supposed to do now?

Do I still have feelings for her? Is it wrong if I do? I don't know how to handle this. What should I do?

"That's why I came to see you earlier.  It was an idea that I came up with at the last minute.  So I faked my death." Her voice was calmer than my breathing.  I felt the walls Barricading around me to keep me safe. I was suffocating.

I wasn't sure I had heard her right. I could feel my ears ringing as the blood in me ran cold.

"You faked your death and made me believe for a decade that the first person I ever loved died a brutal death because you wanted a new life?" My tone was harsher than I anticipated.

I felt my wife's hands run through my hair in a comforting manner as she lowered herself to the floor with me.

I glanced at Y/n as tears streamed down my face. The memories of Maeve and my feelings for her wreaking havoc on my heart.

"Darling, I think you should hang up. For now anyway." She whispered it as her hand lowered to the back of my neck giving me a gentle message. 

My back stiffened. I was so caught up in my own nightmare I hadn't realized that this is probably a living one for her.

"Spencer. I can expla-" I cut off the call before she could even finish her sentence.  Y/n was right.

"You have a lot you need to process and I'm sure you didn't want to say anything you would regret. I'm sorry if I've overstepped." She looked a little nervous as if I was gonna snap at her the way I had Maeve 

I gently grabbed the hand that was touching me and brought it up to my lips placing a kiss on it.

"Nonsense. You are my wife. You were right. I should have hung up. I just. I don't know how to explain what I was feeling." I could feel my breathing begin to slow slightly as I tried to match her breathing to get mine back to normal.

It was like my world paused for a moment and began to spiral faster than I could catch my balance. I felt air fill my lungs when I heard her voice but yet I was left gasping for oxygen. 

The very thought of Maeve brought back so many things I thought I had dealt with prior to now.  I leaned my head against my wife's shoulder as I just let the tears fall.

I felt awful having her comfort me over another woman. Yet I couldn't bring myself to completely care. She was the one offering me comfort.  

She held me in her arms. Whispering to me that things will be okay. That we'd figure things out.

I truly didn't deserve her. She loves me so unconditionally it's unnerving. That's when my phone went off again.

It was the same number Maeve had called me from.

I glanced at my wife. Who just watched me. That's when I fully knew and decided something that had been bothering me for over the past hour or so.

I let my phone continue to ring as I cupped her face. 

"You...you make me feel special and good and all these things that I still don't have the words for yet— good things… things I never thought I deserved to feel.” I pulled her in closer letting our lips caress one another.

"I love you Spencer.  You don't need to say all of this right now. I know you are still-" She tilted her head to the side as if she were trying to figure me out.  "Cluttered and that's okay."

I kissed her harder than I've ever kissed anyone before.

"I’m not in love with her, I’m in love with you”

I have no real idea on if she needed this reassurance all I knew is that I did. I wanted her to know out loud what she meant to me. I couldn't imagine a better partner. A better lover or a better best friend than her.

 I wasn't going to have her doubt everything about us. Not for anything.

I stayed close to her as my phone kept repeatedly going off until eventually it stopped. I was still figuring things out. 

Knowing that Maeve was alive before I met Y/n would have changed my life completely but now? I didn't want anything to change.  For once I was happy. I had someone in my life who put me first. Who cared about me. Who wasn't afraid to hurt my feelings as long as it kept me safe. She loved me for me and all the mess in between who I have yet to become.

She saw me for me. I wasn't Doctor Spencer Reid.  I wasn't a federal agent or a professor to her. I was just Spencer.  The man for some ungodly reason she chose to love. 

#Boldlyvoidchallenge #boldlyvoid *insert mushroom emoji* #2k challenge #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x reader #spencer x you #spencer x reader insert #spencer x y/n #boldlyvoidwritingchallenge

[feliix]

Perfect Score ↠ Han Jisung

↠ Jisung x Reader (feat. Felix)

↠ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Fake Dating!AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers

↠ Rating: M (18+)

↠ Word Count: 14.9k

↠ Summary: As you return home to work at your local coffee shop, you’re swarmed with couples coming in on lovey-dovey on dates. You’ve always hated the idea of love, but it’s Jisung’s mission to make you change your mind in just two weeks time.

↠ Warnings: idiots 2 lovers, mutual pining, unprotected sex, fingering, soft sex, language, light mentions of marking, mentions of bad past relationships

“That's disgusting.”

You grimace in the most subtle way as you watch the man across the shop press a gentle kiss on the cheek of the woman next to him. For some reason your shop is packed with couples this evening. Not that you’ve been counting, but they’re probably the 50th overly lovey-dovey pair that you’ve seen this just this shift alone. 

To say ‘love’ isn’t really your thing isn’t too far from the truth. Every time you’ve been burned by someone in the past has only made your hope about love deteriorate. Relationships suck. Already been there, done that, and you don’t plan on doing it again.

You’ve always stuck by the same theory; relationships either lead to heartbreak or marriage. And even still, marriage may still end in heartbreak, so what’s the point?

“Stop being so dramatic,” Jisung laughs, pulling you out of your thoughts as he rounds the corner. He’s just in time to catch your snide remark, surely it won’t be the last one you’ll make tonight though. He had just run to the back to get you a fresh package of cups after using up all the stock in the front.

Tonight is busy to say the least. The sun has already set, and it’s the afternoon rush when everyone comes in for their second daily dose of caffeine. And it’s definitely necessary – especially on a day as hot and exhausting as this one. It’s the third day that its been over 100º in a row and the humidity is doing a real number to your hair.

“It’s not dramatic,” you sigh, leaning on the counter behind you as Jisung maneuvers around you, placing the cups on the shelf underneath. In your mind it absolutely isnt. Its a mystery why all these people need to publicly display their affection in a coffee shop anyway...

It’s just the two of you on the schedule tonight. Your boss has always been kind of an asshole, just leaving 2 kids in their early twenties to run the shop by themselves while he went off to do god knows what. There's always been an aching suspicion that he just goes to the bar across the street, since his car is still parked behind the shop but he’s always nowhere to be found. That’s okay though, it's better than him looming over your shoulder and criticizing your technique the whole shift.

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Jisung shakes his head.

In stark contrast to yourself, Han Jisung is quite the hopeless romantic. So much so that he tends to search for love in all the wrong places. Maybe a better way to describe it is that Jisung has a series of flings. He’s not shy to test the waters of any girl he comes across – and there are many, many waters that he’s tested. Lucky you gets to hear all about each one, being his friend and all.

But to your good friend’s demise, his ‘relationships’ never end up working out for very long. Theres always some kind of fatal flaw that’s a means to an end. Whether it was Jisung’s fault or the girls,  it’s always confused you why he could never hold onto something longer than a couple months. Jisung is a great guy, it didn’t make sense.

So great that you have been best friends with him for as long as you could remember. It all started that time in pre-k, where you poured a shovel of sand on his head in the sandbox. Initially, it did make him cry, but he got over it eventually. Ever since, he’s been right by your side, sandy hair and all.

“How much longer,” your eyes roll back in your head, neglecting to look at the watch on your wrist in fear that your shift has a significant amount of time left. The night has been dragging on since you stepped foot in the door and heard the little jingle as it opened. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d only made it through half your shift thus far.

“Just under an hour. Want to start the closing checklist so we can get outta here?” Jisung offers, reaching for the rag and sanitation bucket at the end of the counter.

Nodding your head, you follow his plan – beginning your mission to clean like a speed demon so you can leave no later than at 8 o’clock on the dot. 

Luckily, closing tonight goes as smoothly as it possibly can. You and Jisung are ready to get out of there at 8 on the dot, thanks to your determination to mop like a mad woman and stock the front as fast as humanly possible. 

The air outside feels crisper than usual. Maybe its because you’ve been locked up in a small room that smells like coffee beans for 10 hours, but you’ll never get enough of the night air. 

“So what are we doing tonight?”Jisung asks, his fingers adjusting the headband that sits just above his forehead.

“I was planning on going home and getting some rest…” you trail off, avoiding eye contact with him. Jisung always goes out after your weekend shifts and never lets up on convincing you to tag along. So you can’t look at him, his eyes are much too convincing make contact with, and you are beyond exhausted from working a double today.

“Gah you’re so boring,” he teases, stopping in his tracks in the center of the parking lot to ruffle the hair on top of your head, “it was an early night we should do something.”

With a deep sigh, you stop as well, smoothing down your hair as a pout forms on your lips. The suggestive smirk settling across Jisung’s face is telling; he knows he’s about to get his way before you have the chance to turn him down or fish for another excuse. So you tilt your head, subtly rolling your eyes as you wait for him to explain what his big plans for tonight are.

“I’ll be at your house by 9.”

Accepting defeat, you shoot him a thumbs up before turning to get into your car. Asking any more questions would take away any time you had to wash up – and smelling like coffee beans any longer is going to drive you up a wall since it hasn't already.

It doesn’t take much time for you to rush home and get ready, and before you know it Jisung is there to pick you up. Only a few minutes late, but that’s just par for the course and right on time in Jisung terms. 

The car ride to your destination feels like a blur with how exhausted you are. So when you end up at your favorite boba spot, you immediately perk up. Those tapioca pearls always manage to give you a second wind.

But when Jisung decides to take a seat at one of the round tables just outside the shop instead of getting back in the car you know somethings up. You were expecting to hop back in the passenger seat of his car, maybe listen to some music for a while and drive around to kill time. 

Initially he doesn’t say much. His legs just bounce hyperactively while he fidgits with the straw of his drink. It’s almost like he’s waiting for you to speak up; his eyes staring down at the cup in front of him instead of sipping from it, lip caught between his teeth.

The energy is off. Not only did you expect to hang out and do something adventurous like Jisung normally would, but now you’re watching his cheeks grow red while avoiding conversation.

Awkward silence becoming too much to bear, you take matters into your own hands. “So how are things going with that girl?”

“Oh yeah,” he sighs, his fingertips drumming along the surface of the table, “she didn’t really work out.”

Unsurprised by his response, you just nod along. Its always to expect since he’s the pickiest person you’ve ever met. His last relationship ended because he thought the girl breathed too loudly. The girl before that had an annoying laugh, and then the one before that didn’t like cheesecake. There always seems to be a laundry list of deal-breakers tied along to each one of Jisung’s relationships, and that is something you’ll always expect.

“You’re probably better off.”

You don’t think much of the words before they leave your lips. Relationships are a ton of work, and you’ve never understood the point of to putting all your effort into something like that. There is a way to just be happy on your own, you know.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” his eyebrows furrowing in response, hands gripping his thighs in anticipation

“You know what I think,” you tilt your heat matter-of-factly, “relationships are kind of just a waste of time.”

“What is with you and all this ‘anti-love’ stuff anyway, Y/N?”

Now thats a response that you are not prepared for. The question catches you off guard, a boba bubble almost catching in your throat leaving you a coughing mess. Jisung chuckles at your discomfort, waiting patiently for you to get it all out and just answer his question, as uncomfortable as it is. 

“I’ve wasted too much time with too many dead-beat guys to even think about love,” you sigh again, your coughing fit subsiding as you reach for your cup once again.

“Not every guy is a dead-beat.”

His words carry a harsh bite to them, almost as if he finds you’ve said offensive. It burns his ego a bit, assuming that you’re grouping him in with all the guys you’ve been with in the past. Which is strange, Jisung should know that he’s different. For one, you’ve never dated him before and two, if he was such a dead-beat you wouldn’t have kept him around for so long.

You aren’t able to talk to guys, or most people for that matter, in the same way that you talk to Jisung. He’s the one you rant about all the assholes to. He knows all the shit that you don’t tell anyone else, he’s like your own personal human diary. Secrets are always safe with him, it's not like he has anyone who would listen to the gossip even if he wanted to tell.

After a minute of silence his expression changes, Jisung’s eyes squinting at you in that ‘I have a crazy idea’ type of way. It’s a look that you haven’t seen very often, and you can’t say that you’ll ever get used to it. 

“Okay then I’ll make you a deal,” he proposes, a glimmering look in his eye that made you somewhat nervous. You never know what you are getting with Jisung, but most of the time his ‘deals’ are on the crazier side.

“What is it?” You still ask although you’re a bit nervous to hear his answer. If his plan is to set you up with one of his delinquent friends or something–

“Be my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widen as the words fall from his tongue, confusion taking over your expression as a small chuckle slips past his lips. Instinctively your stomach tightens, the air around you now feeling a bit heaver each second time ticks on. He can't be serious…

“Your what?”

“Two weeks is all I’m asking for. Be my girlfriend for just two weeks, and I’ll show you that love isn’t as shitty as you think it is.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” you shake your head, a disbelieving smile stretching wide across your face.

“C’mon Y/N,” he challenges, “it’s two weeks of your life, what else do you have to do? I think it could be fun.”

The quirk of his eyebrow and quick squint of his eyes grabs your attention. He’s serious about this, scarily serious, and you aren’t quite sure how to react to that.

“What’s in it for you?” Your chin falls into your palm as you stare at him, waiting for his response.

“Well for one,” he starts, a sigh leaving his lips, “if it works then I won’t have to listen to you complain about how much relationships suck anymore.”

Just when you don't think you can roll your eyes any further into the back of your head, your own actions surprise you. If looks could kill, the one you’re giving him right now would surely take him out. He doesn’t pay much mind to it though, he’s used to your sass and just shrugs it off.

“This is an awful idea,” you glare at him as if it will change his mind. You’re certain this experiment of his would not change your own. Love sucked, and that was that.

“Two weeks,” his voice carries a taunting tone, his eyebrows wiggling to entice you into his plan. He isn’t going to give up on this easily, you know Jisung. And Jisung always gets his way.

“Fine,” you huff, “two weeks and that’s it. And if my mind isn’t changed you owe me 3 more of these,” you say, picking up your boba from the table and shaking it at eye-level for emphasis.

His bottom lip catches between his teeth, satisfied with your response. He isn’t exactly sure how he’ll manage to pull this off, but he’s definitely up for the challenge.

“We start tomorrow at 8, I’ll pick you up after work.”

Crossing your arms over the table, you bury your head in your arms. This is going to be the most interesting two weeks of your entire life.

“Wait, you're like dating dating the Han Jisung?” Felix’s jaw drops, excitement prevalent on his face as you spill about your night with Jisung.

Felix is the only person in your life that understood your hatred for relationships, other than Jisung of course. Not that he shares the hatred himself, he’s just heard enough about how much you despise being in one to know just how you felt. He’s only heard about it every day for the past several summers.

Felix is your best friend, other than Jisung of course. He’s also the only person in this world that you could bear to work with on a Saturday morning. 

“That's the plan,” you sigh fiddling with the containers on the counter. It’s pretty slow for a Saturday morning, only a handful of customers have come in so far and it's already 11 am.

That’s the thing about working at a coffee shop – and it sucks when it's busy, and it sucks even more when it's slow. At least it isn't a terrible job, you at least have Jisung and Felix to keep you company and that's always worthwhile.

“And for the record,” you turn to look at Felix, a grin still evident on his face, “I don’t think this is gonna change my mind about the love stuff.”

“You know how Jisung is,” his eyebrow lifts, “so you never know. Maybe something could happen.” 

If anyone was surprised that you were dating someone, fake relationship or not, it would be Felix. On top of that, you’re dating Han Jisung. As in, the same Jisung that ended a 3-month relationship last year because the girl ‘smelled too much like peaches’ and it was ‘too good to be true.’ And now that you’re the one stuck with him for the next 14 days, it is only a matter of time until he finds the deal-breaking trait that turns him away from you.

“Okay no, that's exactly why this is only two weeks. If I know Jisung, he’ll be over it before the 2 weeks even ends.”

“Whatever you say,” the pitch of his voice is raised teasingly. You can tell he doesn’t believe this will be just a ‘two-week thing’ by the funny little look on his face. You hate that look, and you hate how Felix always seems to be right.

Subsequently Felix sees a lot of things that you aren’t able to see for yourself. You’ve grown up with Jisung, grown accustomed to his unique mannerisms and behaviors without even noticing. Felix, on the other hand, has a different point of view. 

He’s not in it like you are, so gets to see the way Jisung looks at you; the way he hangs on each and every word that leaves your mouth with a sparkle in his eye. He notices that Jisung longs to make you laugh. And he watches the toothy grin each that grows on your face each time a chuckle breaks through your lips. Felix notices every behavior that you see as nothing more than ‘friendly.’ But who is he to say? So, for now, the information remains tucked away and stored in his mind for a later date.

Your fingers drum on the clean marble countertop beside you, leaning against it as you wait for a customer to come in. All this time with nothing to do is really doing wonders for your imagination; thinking about what Jisung has planned for the two of you to do tonight. Nothing special, you hope, he really doesn’t need to go all out for this. 

The lack of customers and silence that's fallen among the shop is just making it easier for your mind to wander off. It was beginning to make you sick how much you were thinking about Jisung and nothing has even happened yet. It's not like you have any reason to be nervous, but keeping all these thoughts trapped in your thick skull is starting to give you a headache

“He’s picking me up after work.” You blurt it out without thinking much about it. No one is here, you might as well lay it all out there for Felix to know since there's nothing better to do.

“He’s picking you up? Like you’re going on a date?”

“Shut upppp,” your eyes roll at his teasing nature, growing slightly embarrassed by how giddy the thought of this ‘date’ is making him, and you for that matter. It’s just Jisung. And you are just hanging out like you do every other night. There's nothing different about tonight and you’ll be able to prove that to yourself and Felix by the next time you see him.

The rest of you shift flies by – it always does when you work with Felix. Before you know it, the closing checklist is coming to an end, only a few steps left before you can finally get out of here. The clock had just turned to 7:55 pm, but Jisung still isn’t here. Not that you’re expecting him to be on time or anything, this is still the same Jisung you have always known.

What you aren’t familiar with is the nervous butterflies fluttering around in your tummy as the clock approaches 8 pm.  What are you even nervous about? It isn’t a blind date, other than the fact that you have no idea what you’re doing. And it isn’t even a date. It’s Jisung for crying out loud.

Speaking of the devil, the chimes in the front of the shop ring as Jisung passes through the doorway. You don’t see who it is at first, your back turns to the door as you sweep behind the counter. The chimes ringing at this time of night do trigger your fight or flight instincts though, ready to turn to whoever is approaching and give them a dirty look for coming in this close to closing time.

But once you turn around and see Jisung standing in the doorway with a bouquet of sunflowers, your tension quickly subsides. You swear that you can feel your heart skip a beat, heat rising to your cheeks as you try your hardest to form a coherent sentence. It's okay that you aren’t able to, though, the surprised look on your face is enough for his smile to light up the room.

“I’m here to pick up the pretty girl with the espresso stain on her shirt,” he chuckles, his bottom lip catching between his teeth nervously.

Tonight he’s dressed a lot nicer than usual comfy attire; a nice shirt with a pair of dark jeans that hug his slim figure. His hair is a lot lighter too – a vast change from the midnight black strands that normally frame his face. He’s really going all out for this thing – and right now all that you’re wearing a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt with coffee stains down the front.

When you look to your right, Felix is just as stunned as you are. Frozen in his spot as his jaw practically sweeps the floor, he looks at you with wide eyes, his eyebrows raised as a smug expression crosses his face. For a second you contemplate asking him if he’s all set to finish the closing checklist on his own, but before you’re able to speak up he’s already shooing the two of you out the door.

With a goofy grin displayed across his face, Jisung hands you the bundle of flowers, tied together with a delicate white ribbon. You mumble a thank you, still stunned that he showed up here looking like that to take you out tonight. So he is the romantic type, note taken.

“You like nice,” you gulp nervously. It already feels like a date and you haven’t even left the parking lot yet. If this is how things are going to start you had an exciting 13 more days ahead of you...

“So do you,” he smirks, his eyes wandering down to the small brown stains littering your shirt. Eyes narrowing, you read the expression crossing his face – of course, he’s joking. “I brought you some fresh clothes to change into don’t worry.”

Relief rushes through your body as the words leave his lips, followed by a slight pull on your heart strings. Knowing he took the time to think about bringing you something else to wear so you didn’t have to sit in your coffee scented clothes all night made you feel warm in the strangest way. He’s thoughtful, and it's weirding you out – but in a good way.

“So, where are we even going?”

“You’ll see.”

A vague yet interesting, and very on-brand response from Jisung. He’s always been a fan of surprises – as long as he’s not on the receiving end.

The drive to your destination drags on forever. You aren’t quite sure how long you’ve been on your way; between your agile back seat changing of clothes, which you are surprisingly skilled at, and the anticipation coursing through your veins, you’ve lost track of time. All you know is that you’ve been driving along the backroads of your area for at least 15 minutes, and there is nothing around you to indicate that your destination is near.

“This is it.” The car pulls into a small dirt parking lot, dimly lit by some dingy street lights that aren’t doing a very good job at their primary function. It's pretty hard to see what’s around you, no matter how hard you squint and press your forehead to the window to get a better look.

“Where are we?” The question leaves your lips in a worried fashion. Trees surround the parking lot on all three-sides, while the road you've pulled in from occupies the fourth-side. You’re hesitant to get out of the car, but as Jisung rounds the front and opens the door for you, you’re on your way out. He motions for you to hold on as he pops the trunk – returning with a blanket and a reusable shopping bag filled with god knows what.

He still hasn’t given an answer to your question though, and you still aren’t quite sure where you are. If It was lighter out you assume it would be beautiful here, all the greenery dark and shadows hovering over you from the trees.

The bright light from his cell phone flashlight lights up the way, a path on your right

“Hell no,” your arms cross over your chest as you stand still in your place. He’s out of his mind if he thinks you’re going into the woods this late at night. You’ve seen enough horror films, stuff like this never ends well.

“C’mon, it’s not as bad as it looks,” Jisung laughs at your pouting manner, amusement filling his system as you glue your feet to the ground of the parking lot. His puppy dog eyes plead for you to follow him, a hand outreaching in your direction for the taking. You contemplate it for a moment, your eyes narrowing as you ponder the possible outcomes of the situation before you.

“Fine,” you huff as you take his hand in yours.

His hand feels different in yours this time. His long fingers lacing between your smaller ones in the perfect fit that you’ve neglected to notice before. You’ve held his hand before, platonically though. This time it’s platonic too though, right? It’s just a date. A platonic date between two friends. Two friends who are dating on a two week trial period. So yes, it is strictly platonic. Right?

The dirt path doesn’t drag on for too long, but the sounds of bugs ticking and twigs breaking beneath your feet is enough to startle you. Every scared and breathy gasp that  leaves your mouth is followed by a small fit of laughter from Jisung. At least one of you is amused.

But the dirt path soon turns rocky, a clearing becoming more and more noticeable as Jisung’s flashlight brightens the way ahead of you. The rows of trees come to an end as the ground flattens, a giant slab of rock lying beneath your feet. Out ahead of you is completely dark, and until you approach the darkness you don’t notice that you’re just a few yards away from the edge of a cliff. A river lies below the edge, the sound of water rushing fills your ears and calms your nerves. It is quiet out here, peaceful and without distraction.

Jisung stands back as you admire the scenery around you – your own phone flashlight now out and panning around to look at the view. It’s beautiful out here, nothing to worry about but the sounds of the water and whatever Jisung is doing behind you…

You couldn’t have zoned out for more than 2 minutes, but once you turn back around to face him a picnic blanket lies on the ground before you. Snacks scatter the extent of the fabric, a few candles placed in the center

“You really went all out for this, huh?” A nervous laugh leaves your lips before you swallow harshly. Never in your life has a guy ever gone all out like this for you. A late-night picnic at a secret location, fixed with all of your favorite snacks and some candles for ambiance.

“Had to,” he smiles, “it’s our first date.”

You join him on the blanket, grabbing for a bag of popcorn as you sit down. Maybe relationships wouldn’t suck so much if all men treated you like this…

But it’s just Jisung. Jisung who already knows all your favorite things to eat. He’s just trying to be convincing – to prove to you that men take you on dates, do nice things. But stuff like this never lasts. Two weeks from now you’ll be going back to the same old Jisung and Y/N friendship that you’ve always had.

The conversation goes on as normal tonight, he doesn’t make any moves (as expected, it’s Jisung) and you enjoy the view and calm atmosphere with your fake but not so fake boyfriend. You stay out on the cliff for a few more hours before he takes you home. Jisung put a lot of effort into making tonight special, and you appreciate him for that. But even after all his effort, you know that real relationships aren’t like this.

Every guy you’ve dated would try to woo you over in the beginning too. They call it the honeymoon stage for a reason. Things are always great in the beginning, lavish gifts and dates, loving gestures. That kind of thing never lasts. Soon the effort runs out, the guy gets bored of putting the work in, and they end up sleeping with your freshman year roommate. Well, at least that's how it is for you.

The bundle of sunflowers Jisung gave to you earlier on in the night sits on the end table next to your bed. Each time you look at them all you can picture is the goofy grin he sported as he stood at the entrance of the coffee shop. It replays in your mind like a movie. How he dressed up all spiffy just to take you out. How he took you to a spot only he knew about, somewhere so off-site and serene that he knew you’d remain uninterrupted. You can’t help but wonder if he’s using the same old tricks on you that he does to other girls though. If he only knew about that place because he’s taken someone there before.

Not that it matters though, you aren’t his real girlfriend. You’re just on a trial period. But for some reason the thought that he might have brought another girl to the same spot before doesn’t sit well with you.

“Sooooo,” Felix teases, letting his chin fall into his palm as he leans on the counter before him, “how was your date with Y/N?”

Jisung chuckles at his nosiness, he’s sure you’ve already told Felix all about it. There are no secrets left between you two. Even sometimes Jisung felt like the odd man out when you’re all together.

“It was good.”

Jisung keeps his answer short, leaving the rest up to his imagination. He isn’t one to kiss and tell – or to not kiss and tell. Keeping his private life all to himself is something he takes pride in, things are just better that way.

“Just good?” Felix challenges, knowing there is much more that he’s leaving out. His eyes narrow as he waits for his response. You haven’t told him anything about last night, not even where you went after he picked you up. Things are radio silent on your end, which left Felix dying to know what actually happened on your ‘date that wasn't a real date.’

Jisung glances back at him, contemplating whether or not he should spill the beans. It would be kind of nice to have someone else to confide in. Especially since it's always you on the receiving end of his secrets; however, this may be the one secret that you don’t know of.

He chews on his bottom lip pensively, if anyone knows what’s on your mind, it would be Felix. Not that Jisung would ever want to pry, there's just no indication of how you feel about last night, or about him. Before Jisung can even open his mouth to speak, a knowing smirk is spread wide across Felix’s face. It’s that kind of look that makes him nervous – he knows something.

“You like her don’t you,” he muses, rubbing his hands together smooths as the words catch in the air. It’s out there now – and it’s obvious. Well, maybe not obvious, but it's clear as day to Felix – and that is more than enough to make Jisung worry.

“I don’t,” Jisung denies the other boy’s claim, his willpower too strong to give in.

“Oh yeah? So why do you self sabotage every one of your relationships then?”

The words catch Jisung off guard; his jaw clenching harshly as an annoyed breath is forced out of his nostrils. He wants to deny the claim once again, but he can’t bring himself to keep brushing off these feelings that have had a grip on him ever since he was young.

Felix is right too. He does sabotage each relationship that comes his way. Jisung goes out of his way to find something wrong with each girl he dates. He can never admit it to himself, but in the back of his mind, he knows that it's the fact that none of those girls are you. None of the girls he’s ever met could ever match up to all that you are. In his mind, you held the perfect score, and no one else had ever come close.

“It’s written all over your face every time you look at her you know.”

There's no way he’s that obvious... Did his feelings show that much whenever he was around you?

“What do you mean?” Jisung clarifies, the small once of hope bearing weight in his chest that Felix will follow up with a ‘just kidding’ or change the subject. Only the silence that falls on the room is enough of a response for Jisung to get the clue. 

“Just please don’t tell her,” he avoids eye contact with the other boy, hand gripping harshly on the countertop as he stares down at the black and white checkered tile. “I just wanted to see if I could change her mind – about the love stuff, you know?”

The second you find out about Jisung’s feelings all bets would be off. There’s no way you’d let your little arrangement continue, not if either of you could end up hurt. And he knows you only agreed to this because there is nothing between you romantically, it was a deal between two friends. The second feelings get involved, everything gets all mushy and confusing, and Jisung can’t lose you.

Felix bears his weight on the counter behind him, leaning comfortably on the cool glass. “Believe me, I want her to be done with that ‘I hate love thing’ just as much as you do,” he sighs, looking around momentarily before he clears his throat. “Want me to be honest?”

“Please.”

“I think you might be the only one who can change her mind.”

Jisung’s heart skips a beat once the words leave Felix’s mouth. Blood rushes to his ears, pumping like a snare drum as he considers his thoughts. His stomach begins to twist as he considers it, almost confused about what Felix means, but not willing to accept it. You only agreed to fake-date him, you still hate love.

A comfortable silence fills the air, Felix watching him as his lips roll between his teeth, deep in thought. Change your mind. The words repeat in Jisungs head like a broken record. That’s what he’s trying to do, all for the right reasons of course. So that you don’t  have to be so miserable about it anymore. 

But behind those selfless reasons are several smaller, selfish ones. He gets to be with you as more than a friend now, and although it’s nothing more than some kind of test run, he can’t help but feel like this can be something more too. It’d be crazy to ignore the feeling he has deep in his chest, and maybe it's a sign not to.

“Like you think…” Jisung gulps, clearing his throat as the words stutter out of his mouth, “I could get her to fall for me?”

The lack of response that Felix gives is ominous, but the raise of his eyebrows and toothy grin forming on his face needs no words to tell. 

If anyone is to change your mind, it’ll be Jisung.

That night Jisung took you to the drive-in movies. To be quite honest, you couldn’t really recall what was playing, some Pixar film with bugs as the main character if you could remember it correctly. You were far too distracted laughing with Jisung, watching as young kids played around on a grassy patch near his car. The giggles that left his lips each time the little girl waved to him were music to your ears. You never noticed how much he loved kids, how good he was with them.

The image of his hands clasped together as he fawned over the little girl, picking dandelions in the grass and racing to place them by your feet was burned into your memory. The boxy grin that graced his face all night long. The way his eyes squinted from his cheeks, pushing up as he smiled so big. The whispers of the word ‘cute’ each time her pigtails bounced while she toddled away.

Missing the movie doesn't disappoint you. If anything, the memories you've saved from tonight are more than enough.

The next night you were unable to go out, the shop was so busy that you were not able to leave until an hour and a half after your shift was supposed to end. Some punk kid dropped a cup of iced coffee on the floor on his way out and decided it would be best to leave it there without cleaning anything up or letting you know. Maybe if it hadn’t been so busy then you would have noticed the spill before it dried up and there were coffee stains stuck to the tile floors.

Naturally, you spent a good 15 minutes trying to mop up all the stickiness on the floor. But to your luck, Jisung is working with you that night. Once all the customers left the shop he hooked his phone up to the speakers, grabbed your hands, and danced you around the shop. Well, it was supposed to be dancing but it probably looked more like Jisung swinging your arms as you attempted to not trip over your own feet.

It makes up for not getting to go out though, and you’d take a night like that over a fancy dinner any chance you got. 

It’s been 12 days since you became Jisung‘s girlfriend, and as the remaining days decreased, so did your hatred for love. Each night he planned something special. The real kicker was the texts that you get once he makes it home from dropping you off every night. A simple ‘I had a great time tonight’ was enough to make your heart swell and heat rise to your cheeks.

And as you notice your hatred for love and relationships leaving you, you notice another feeling enter your system. Or several feelings…

Things are getting just as sticky as the night when two frappuccinos splattered all over the shop floor, whipped cream and all. Spending time with Jisung like this is bringing some things to the surface you didn’t know were buried in the first place.

Every night that you spent with Jisung over the past 12 days allowed you to see him in a new light. You got to see him on a different level than just friends. You got to see what every girl that fawns over Jisung experiences.

Something about your friendship never let you jump past that barrier. You only see him as a dear friend of yours. Nothing more and nothing less. And now the issue is that...you aren’t sure how you’ll ever go back to see him as such.

You like Jisung as more than a friend, that's for sure. And you know because of that things will never be able to go back to the way they once were.

Maybe you're reading too much into it, but your gut is telling you that you aren't the only one feeling this way.

The feeling of butterflies that pound in your stomach each time you meet eyes with him has to be reciprocated. There is just no way you can be feeling this way and he isn’t.

This isn’t like the feelings you’ve caught for any guy before, this is something else. Every night when you go home you lay in bed, staring at your ceiling with a dumb grin on your face as you think about your time together, about him. About the way his black curly hair falls in front of his eyes each time he looks down and how his smile lights up every room he was in.

These things that you were so blind to before can’t escape your thoughts, and it makes you wonder how many times or things you’ve looked over that make you melt, just like you are right now.

But in just 2 days, this trial-boyfriend period will be over, and you’ll have to go back to being just friends. Each day, each hour, each minute that approaches feels heavier and heavier. Anxiety floods your system each time you think about things being over, or that this arrangement you have isn’t even real.

When you think about the growing feelings you have for him, you honestly can't imagine what your life will be like any other way. What it would be like going back to just hanging out here and there. And what it would be like

You can’t even fathom thinking about what it would be like hearing him talk about another girl again. It makes you sick thinking that there's going to be someone after you, because in just 5 days this will be all over, and you’ll go back to being the girl best friend, nothing more.

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking that Jisung has more feelings for you too. But the glimmer in his eyes as his bangs brush out of his eyes and they land on you tells a different story. When he looks at you it feels like you are the only two people on earth. He sees nothing else but you, and the way your eyes sparkle back at him.

Each day you spend with Jisung after that feels like a wrench tightening the screws of your heart. 14 days is just not enough.

“Earth to Y/N,” Felix says waving a hand in your face.

You must have zoned out, for god knows how long.

“Thinking about Jisung?”

“What?” you immediately straighten your posture and brush yourself off before responding, “N-no…I’m just thinking.”

“Right,” the sarcasm drips from his lips, not sparing you any time to save yourself as he turns away, beginning to wipe off the tables in the front.

For personal reasons, you’ve kept Felix out of the loop during this whole “fake-boyfriend Jisung” thing. It’s better if you keep your feelings to yourself until you figure them out. And although it feels really really strange not giving Felix the intel on what’s going on in your life, you know it’s for your own good.

Once you put what is in your head out into the world, you can’t take it back. And what if all these things that you’re feeling is just a part of the honeymoon-phase. If that even existed anyway… But if all these feelings for Jisung are due to him trying to woo you and change your mind, everything will just fade away as things return back to normal. And then you’ll be left loving him in silence while you watch him blow through relationships like a leaf blows through the wind.

Something in you tells you that this isn't the case, but the small shadow of doubt in the back of your mind keeps you from talking to your best friend about it anyway.

The thing is, you don't have to tell Felix for him to know. Every time Jisung picks you up from work to take you out you shine. Your smile spreads so wide he’s afraid your cheeks will tear. The nervous shake of your fingers as you grab for your belongings as you head out the door doesn’t go unnoticed in Felix’s eyes. He knows you too well to look over things like this, he just wanted to wait for you to say something first.

But now that you aren’t, Felix has decided to take matters into his own hands, asking you about it himself.

“Felix,” you start, waiting for his attention before you pull out a stool, sitting down and motioning for him to follow suit. Quickly he does, a questioning but knowing look evident on his face as the stool squeaks under him. “You know how this thing between Jisung and I is just an experiment or whatever?”

He nods in response, his hand quickly falling into his palm as he listens intently to your words.

“I think I messed up.” Your head is buried in your arms, laid over the tabletop in embarrassment.

“What do you mean?”

His question is more for clarification, he wants to hear you say it yourself. Felix knows that you’re gonna tell him that you’ve already caught feelings. He sees it coming from a mile away, you confirming it is just the icing on the cake.

“Don’t make me say it,” you whine, neglecting to pick your head up and look at him. You can feel the grin on his face. You know he's smirking at you right now, doing his best to hold back a laugh. Finally, you over the ‘I hate love and relationships suck’ thing.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” he sings, quite obviously teasing you while another deep sigh echoes from your chest. You manage to pick your head up, leaning onto your elbows with your chin caught between your palms as you face him.

“I like him.”

It comes out as a whisper, but Felix hears it loud and clear. If you didn’t know better, you’d assume that the smile on his face can't grow any larger, but it does. He jumps up from his chair in victory, doing a funny dance with his arms whooping in the air to celebrate. You’re confused as to why, but you’re too far in your own thoughts to pay it any mind; your head just sinks back into your arms as your forehead presses against the cold metal table beneath you.

“I knew it,” Felix smiles, his happy dance subsiding as he positions himself back down across from you. “I knew this fake dating thing was gonna work.

“Yeah well it really worked, because now I have feelings for a guy that’s never gonna reciprocate them for me.” Your tone is laced with sarcasm, a disappointing ring sounding off on each of your words. You’re too embarrassed to look at the boy sitting before you, worried that if you do all the emotions you’ve been holding onto for so long will spill over and stain your stone-cold image; one you’ve maintained for far too long.

But Felix is your best friend. The only one that you should be comfortable being vulnerable about your feelings for Jisung with; for some reason all you can’t bring yourself to be. Before you can get a grip on your emotions tears are streaming down your face and falling onto the cold metal surface under you in small puddles. 

A sympathetic sigh leaves Felix’s lips as he tries to gain your attention, “Hey.”

Inhaling deeply, you face him – mascara strewn across your face in black streaks and eyes nearly bloodshot. You’ve held this in for far too long. Only a double would tire you out and exhaust you enough to cry on the clock. Thank god it’s a rainy day, no customers ever come in on rainy days.

Or at least, no customers usually come in on rainy days. It's not until you hear the bells on the front door ring that you’re wiping your eyes, whipping around to greet whoever was entering.

And then you see him, standing there as he shakes out his umbrella, a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.

And he sees you; mascara running down your face and tears staining your cheeks. He’s early. Your stomach turns at the sight of him, emotions not stable enough to handle carry a normal conversation like  

“Y/N,” his voice is quiet, worry dripping in his tone as your name leaves his lips. But you can’t face him right now, not like this.

Your feet move faster than you mind, standing up and rushing to the back to avoid him. Jisung doesn’t follow you, just stands there and watches you walk away, solemn and worried that he’s done something. 

It’s not until Felix is rising from his seat and pacing over to him that he’s brought back to reality.

“Jisung...” he starts, hands coming up slowly to console him, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here right now.”

“Wh-what’s wrong?” His lip worries between his teeth, eyes glossy as he stares at the door you just closed behind you. He’s looking at it intently, mind flooding with worry, wishing so badly that the door will just fly open, and you’ll tell him what was going on. In the back of his mind, he knows that you won’t, at least not for now. Talking about emotions has never been your strong suit, and chances of that changing at this moment are at an all-time low.

Felix is unsure how to answer him, caught in between not wanting to lie and keeping your feelings private. He can’t speak for you; but he’s scared that saying nothing could just make this whole situation worse.

His mouth gapes as he searches for a response to his question, lips opening and closing while he hums to himself.

The umbrella hanging from Jisung’s hand drops with a crash, starling Felix as he jumps at the sudden sound. But before he is even able to speak, the bell to the front door is ringing again, and Jisung is walking away into the pouring rain.

The next day you wake up feeling numb. You’ve received several texts from Jisung the night before, none of which you have the energy to reply to or even look at for that matter.

The guilt riddling your body has become too much for you to handle. You left work last night without even saying goodbye to Felix. He’s a good enough friend and coworker to know that what you’re going through is more important than working the counter at an coffee shop. 

After Jisung left, Felix came back and let you know; he almost had to break down the door to the backroom in order for you to let him in. He told you to go home, get some rest and that you’d talk tomorrow.

But after waking up the last thing you want to do is talk about Jisung, it hurts enough just thinking about him.

Every time you thought about how your arrangement was supposed to end in just a few days you felt sick. You have worked so hard to open up just to build your walls back up again. And now you’re back at square one.

When you agreed to be Jisung’s girlfriend you did not expect to fall for him like this. He’s Jisung for god’s sake. He’s your personal diary, he’s the one who knows all the shit that nobody else does. And he’s the only one that listens to all the dumb shit you have to say that no one else cares about.

Feelings ruin everything. Love sucks, and you knew this before you agreed. You agreed under the circumstances that Jisung could show you that relationships could be fun; not under the circumstances that he would make you fall in love with him,

And the more that you think about it, maybe you were always in love with him. Maybe you always had these feelings for him, but they were trapped in the tight bonds of friendship that your subconscious never let you out.

But none of that even mattered now. The deal had to be off, and you need to distance yourself from Jisung before you are hurt any worse. The longer this goes on the worse that you are going to feel when it's all over.

How are you supposed to go back to normal after this? Like is Jisung thinking that showing you how amazing relationships are, you won't fall for him or something? Or does his true plan consist of making you fall in love with him, just to string you along like every other girl he's dated?

You’re trapped in the never-ending spiraling thoughts, soiling your image of Jisung with each new theory that crosses your mind. None of them are good. All of them paint him as a player, as someone who just used you.

But the little thump in your heart when you notice the sunflowers placed on your bedside table wants your mind to change. Your heart wants you to believe that Jisung feels something too, that throughout this arrangement he has seen a different side to you too – that he’s fallen for you just like you have for him.

It's a knock at your door that guides you out of your thoughts. The repetitive tapping at your front door that drags you out of bed. And when you check your peephole and it's no one else, but your small blonde best friend standing on your doorstep that has relief rushing through your system.

The door cracks open, Felix standing there with an umbrella in his hand – even though it was nearly 100º with clear skies.

“Why are you still in your pajamas? It's noon.”

Suddenly, he pushes past you and invites himself into to your living room. Plopping down on your couch, Felix makes himself comfortable as he waits for you to join. You spin on your heels, an exhausted breath leaving your mouth as you pace over to him, plopping down on the next cushion over.

“Why the umbrella?” Your brow furrows as he hands it over. You take it though, still confused behind the meaning of the object that you're holding and where it came from.

“It’s Jisung’s.”

You nearly drop it as his name leaves his lips. The name causes your stomach to tighten, mouth-drying instantly as emotions well behind your eyes.

“Why?” Is all you can mutter out. Why was he giving it to you, why is he here, and why did he have it?

“You need to bring it back to him.” He says sternly, his eyes locked on you as he waits for you to look back at him. But you’re too focused on the umbrella placed gently in your hands, tracing your finger over every wire and the soft rubber handle.

“I can’t.” Your words come out in a whisper, breath light and airy as you sigh, sinking your body back into the couch cushions. Giving the umbrella back to Jisung will mean that you have to go see him. And if you see him, he’s going to want to talk to you about last night, then question you about why you haven’t been returning his texts. No. You will not be giving Jisung his umbrella back.

“Y/N,” your name leaves his mouth gently, a sigh following it before he reaches for you, rubbing your arm comfortingly before continuing, “I think you need to talk to him.”

“Felix you know I can’t do that.”

You’re serious in your words. Not that you don’t want to talk to Jisung. You most definitely want to – and if you could, you would. But you can’t. There are too many emotions involved. The wound is fresh and seeing him would be rubbing salt right into it.

“Y/N,” he sighs, this time more forceful, like he’s trying to get something across to you but it's going right over your head. “Talk to him. Please.”

“You know I’m going to end up hurt if I do.” Tears well in your eyes as the words croak from your throat. It's dry and scratchy, full of fear and anxiety.

“I think you’d be surprised,” he mumbles, his eyes instantly widening on realizing the words that just escaped. Eyes wide with confusion, you’re begging him to go on, but if he does then Jisung won’t be the only one in deep shit right now. It's not up to Felix to tell you what he knows this time. 

“What do you mean I’ll be surprised?”

“I have to go,” he stands instantly, motioning to the umbrella, “and you need to bring this back.”

With a slight ruffle to your hair, Felix is giving you a supporting smile and waving goodbye. And you’re left alone once again – just you and Jisung’s blue umbrella.

It takes a lot of courage to get ready today. You make sure to take your sweet time rummaging through your closet, flipping through articles of clothing for the better half of an hour. At the end, you opt to go with a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. There isn't enough energy in your body to put on anything else, and you know you’ll just want to curl back up in bed once you get home. Sweatpants are safe, and safe is just what you need.

No makeup today either. If things are anything like you’re expecting, your makeup will just end up ruined anyway. It's your better judgment to shower though, you’ve neglected to take one after work last night; opting to just bury yourself under your covers as soon as you got back. But today is a new day. And with a fresh shower and your comfiest pair of sweatpants, you are about as ready as you’ll ever be to get your heart broken into a billion pieces. 

Umbrella in hand, you step out onto your front steps, relishing in your last few moments of ignorant bliss before making your way to Jisung’s. You immediately regret your wardrobe decision as the sun beats down on your frame, the humidity making you feel sticky and gross – your favorite pants are  no match for this heat.

But you’re on your way to your destination anyway, the drive feeling longer and more drawn out than normal. Jisung didn’t live that far away from you, but the ride there still felt like an eternity with each theoretical scenario passing your mind. 

Dragging your feet, you make your way to the front steps of his house. You’ve been here a million times, but today is different. From now on, every time you drive past this place all you’ll know is heartache.

You brush yourself off, taking a deep breath before bringing your hand up and pushing the doorbell. The sudden ringing sound startles you, even though you have every indication that it’s coming – you’re just too nervous and jumpy for your own good.

Footsteps approach the door, your stomach tightening more and more with the muffled pitter-patter of footsteps. You’re praying to God that it’s his mom, hoping that Jisung just so happens to be out – even though his car is in plain sight parked just a few meters away from you. Wishful thinking, you suppose.

When the door to his house opens, you struggle to maintain your composure. He’s dressed similarly to you; a pair of sweats and an old sports t-shirt that has definitely seen better days.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

His eyes are sunken in, dark circles dragging underneath his eyes and his lips pulled downwards. He looks like a sad puppy, his dark hair all scruffy and sticking up in each direction – probably from him running his hands through it so many times. 

“I came to give you this,” you extend the umbrella out before you. He nods before taking hold of it, his hand far at the opposite end making sure not to keep his distance. The more you look at him, the more sorry you feel for dodging his texts. He looks like he hasn’t slept a wink, and you’re afraid it’s all because of you.

“Oh...uh, thanks,” he struggles to make eye contact with you, looking down at the object in his hand. 

It’s awkward, uncomfortable, and you can’t seem to find the words to say to break this strange tension between the two of you. He’s acting weird, shifting his weight back and forth but not moving away to close the door. His mind is racing once again – contemplating whether or not to just invite you in or leave it at that.

But with every aching bone in his body, he musters up the courage to lift his head, looking you directly in the eyes. Their dark like his, definitely from the lack of sleep you had the night before. Your mouth is turned downward too; hands fiddling together to try and distract yourself.

“D-Do you wanna come in?” He stutters, stepping aside slowly as he gestures towards his house. He suddenly worries when you don’t respond right away, taking a second to contemplate if this is a good idea or not. Ripping off the band-aid is never easy, but it needs to be done.

“Sure,” is the word that you decide on – hoping that it doesn’t make you seem disinterested or too desperate to talk. Maybe he’s just being kind though. Maybe it’s an empty offer, something that you say when you’re trying to be nice, but subconsciously hope that they won’t take you up on it. Like when you offer to share your food with someone, but you’re really hungry. You do it to be nice, not because you actually want to split the delicious looking burger and fries on your plate.

He leads you inside and to his bedroom. It looks the same as always, but it feels different. It still smells like him though, the comforting woodsy scent of pine and mahogany that he always reaches for. But that comforting scent is anything but comfortable. You’re frozen in place, unsure if you should sit on his bed and make yourself at home, much like every other time in the past. For now you just stand in the doorframe, waiting for him to tell you to take a seat, just like any polite guest would. A guest. You have never felt like a guest in his home before, or around Jisung in general. But that imaginary wall between the two of you is standing tall and sturdy, and suddenly the two of you are reverted back to being strangers.

You watch as he toys with something on his desk, his fingers dancing from object to object and sifting through papers to look busy. The point of it – unknown to you but to him, he’s buying time. Trying to think of the first thing to say, what to ask, or if you even wanted to talk. Maybe you only agreed to come inside to be nice. Maybe you were too worried about hurting his feelings if you said no. But alas, here you are, standing awkwardly in his doorway as he shuffles around his room, his brain flooding with thoughts – but his mouth can not form them into audible words.

“I’m sorry for ignoring your texts.”

Your voice catches his attention, dropping whatever paper he’s looking at now and turning his gaze to you. You’re sunken into yourself, your chest thumping with anxiety as his eyes begin to wander your frame. Not in a ‘I’m checking you out’ manner though; more of a ‘you look so sad and I don’t know what to say to you right now’ kind of way. 

It’s true though, he doesn’t know what to say – which is why he’s staring at you, hoping the right words would just pop up and he didn’t have to use any brain-power at all. He doesn’t want to say ‘it's okay,’ because it's not. You never ignore his texts, and that alone tells him enough about what's going on. You are upset at him.

“What did I do wrong, Y/N?”

His words sound accusatory but his tone is soft, gentle and full of worry. Eyes swollen and looking like they are about to fill to the brim with tears, his sight is focused on you; now not able to look away.

“I-I don’t know…”

Your answer is honest. You don’t know if his intentions are dirty. Yeah, that’s what you thought initially, but looking at him with such hurt written all over his face tells a different story. 

Jisung is silent, unsure of what more he can do or say to make you talk to him. He can’t force you to open up, he never has and he never will – that’s always been his rule. Everything you’ve shared with him has been on your own terms and conditions. Jisung has always been here to be your listening ear, but he never prys.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

His voice is soft, eyes full of sympathy as he holds himself together. Those were the words he has been looking for. Now the ball is in your court and you’ll have to be the one leading the conversation. It’s just what he needed to figure this shit out.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Y/N,” he sighs as he drops himself down onto the mattress, “I shouldn’t have to say this for you to know it, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You do know that. You really, really do. But this time things are different. Is he expecting you to just come out and speak your truth like there won’t be consequences? No, he won’t push you to tell him anything you don’t want to. But the worry in his eyes and clammy hands are begging for you to just let it out so he can stop being in the dark.

You sigh out an ‘okay’ before sitting down beside him. 

Rip the band-aid off Y/N. Quick and painless.

His eyes narrow, almost to a squint, staring right through you in hopes of reading your thoughts. Your expression is nothing but blank as you try your best to gain some sort of composure. Do you just speak up and spill your guts? The words replay in your mind over and over until your thoughts are beat down and misshapen. 

You can picture his face when you say it; disgusted with a trace of disappointment and some confusion spread into the mix. Or maybe he’ll laugh at how pathetic you were, catching feelings for your fake boyfriend.

That’s it. There’s no way you can tell him. It would be much easier to just get up and leave. Tell him to pretend like none of this ever happened and that you needed some time to cool off. A few months maybe, or maybe you could just ghost him entirely. 

“Y/N?”

The sound of his voice breaks you out of your toxic thoughts, and his chocolate brown eyes bring you back down to earth. You can’t just leave him in the dust. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists. Things will be okay, right?

“Sorry, sorry,” you exhale deeply as you calm your thoughts; shifting the nasty scenarios out and accepting that whatever happens after this conversation is your fate. 

“Jisung, I-I guess I wasn’t expecting this boyfriend-girlfriend thing we’re doing to go like this.”

His brow quirks at your words, confusion riddling his expression as his eyes narrow. With a tilt of his head, he’s pushing you to continue, visibly riddled with your choice of words.

“Swear you’ll be honest when I ask you this?” You question him, your hand moving closer to his as you lean in slightly. He’s like a magnet, you can’t help yourself from moving closer; even though the proximity of the two of you is clouding your thoughts and you can feel your heart beginning to swell.

He nods in response to your question, his eyes full of concern as he waits for you to continue, “Why did you ask me to do this thing?”

He knows that a question like this was coming, only if he could have prepared for it. But he didn’t, so his throat is left dry and scratchy as his mouth opens, only to stutter a bit before closing it back up. No coherent thoughts or words are able to escape his lips, just nonsense mumbling that caught himself off guard.

With a deep breath, he closes his eyes, regaining his composure before he can face you again. He agreed to be honest, and if honesty is what you want, honesty is that you’ll get.

“I’m sorry.” That’s all that he can say. 

Oh no. This is exactly what you were expecting before you came here. He’s gonna tell you that he didn’t mean to mess with your emotions, that he felt you catching feelings and got carried away. That he’s sorry that he ruined your friendship and played you like a violin all at once.

“Me too.”

You don’t know why you’re apologizing, but you are. It feels wrong. Absolutely utterly, and undoubtedly wrong. Apologizing for your own feelings is not something that you are okay with. Especially when he made you fall for him like this. Okay so maybe thinking that is giving him too much power, but who the hell takes you out on dates for nearly 2 weeks straight just to laugh about it later. How can he expect you to not catch feelings for him? With his deep voice and fluffy hair that always hangs in front of his eyes, that little giggle he has when he finds something amusing. Everything about him was attractive. And you’ve fallen for it all. Hard.

“Wait, why are you sorry?”

A scoff escapes your mouth unintentionally, but it’s well deserved. “For being the idiot to fall for a guy that was playing her, I guess.”

You can’t look at him any longer, so your eyes fall to your lap, staring at your chipped nail polish and dirty fingernails instead of reading whatever dumb expression he has now. But if you just took a second to look up, you’d notice the widening of his eyes, how his fingers are beginning to shake and his mouth gape. 

“Wh-What?”

“Don’t make me say it again Jisung, I don’t feel like sounding stupid one more time.”

“No no I heard you, it's just,” his eyes slam shut, angry at himself that he let things get this far without keeping you in the loop. 

You’ve been telling him that you hate love for years now. After hearing it so many times, he’d just given up on the thought of you. Maybe if he said something before you went through all those shitty guys things could have been different. But he’s let this go on for far too long, and now you’re the one that was paying the price. 

“Y/N I have feelings for you.”

Your neck nearly breaks with how fast your head snaps up. He’s the one looking away now, his cheeks a bit rosy as he tries to hide himself. He isn’t doing a very good job though, his hair is only shadowing his eyes and you can clearly see the way he’s nervously chewing on his lip; a cute habit you have grown fond of these past couple of weeks.

If he didn’t look like he does right now, you’d assume he was messing around. But you know Jisung. You know his small little gestures and what they mean by now. You know when he’s being serious and when he’s telling a lie. He can look someone dead in the eye and lie to them, but when he tells the truth, he becomes shy and worried that he’s said the wrong thing. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask softly, gently reaching for his hand. The subtle contact makes him flinch, reacting by pulling your hand away. But his eyes meet your sympathetic ones, sparkling just like they always do, and he knows what he wants.

Jisung’s hand reaches back for yours, lacing his fingers through yours before giving your hand a light squeeze. “You hate relationships,” he chuckles lightly, the mood of the room instantly shifting as the laughter leaves his lips. 

“I hated the ones that weren’t with you,” you correct him, but your voice comes across as just a whisper. He’s close enough to hear though, a blushing grin forming on his face as you shyly look away. His heart flutters when he hears it, a million butterflies erupting in his tummy all at once.

“I hated the ones that weren’t with you too,” he coos, his eyes wide and sparkling as he looks at you with such adoration. 

Time moves in slow motion as his hand meets your cheek, your eyes look deeply into his chocolate ones as he moves in closer. As your eyelids flutter shut his tongue runs across his bottom lip, wetting the surface before closing the distance between you. Finally.

And in that moment you’re at peace. Everything you thought you’ve ever hated, love, relationships, and maybe Jisung for a hot second, are the only things that you long for. The 14 days don’t have to be over, and your days no longer have to be counted. When you’re with Jisung you’re happy, you’re comfortable, and you're confident that he can give you what you have always deserved – but have never gotten. 

His lips move against yours in slow, languid motions, his large hands holding you close like he’s holding on for dear life. But you won’t leave even if you want to, not now, not after all this. 

Slowly, Jisung shifts his weight and you move in succession. He’s laying you down on his bed, gently climbing over you without breaking the kiss. Things are becoming more heated now, you can feel it as his hungry lips devour your own. Your chest heaves up to meet his, your back arching off the mattress as his hands begin to scour your body. The heat pooling in between your legs is growing, an aching sensation overwhelming your core as your own hands reach up to rake through his long, fluffy hair. And you can tell he wants you too, the thin fabric of his sweatpants doing little to conceal the growing erection pressing against your thigh. 

You can’t help but let out a steep moan as his hips begin to grind into yours. Needy groans fall past his lips and onto yours as you roll your hips upwards to meet his small ruts. 

In a leisurely motion, Jisung’s body is moving upwards, his knee finding a place between your legs as he brings himself up to a kneeling position. You chase his lips the entire way there, sitting up straight to be sure the contact doesn’t vanish, too consumed by your need for him to leave his lips.

And then his needy hands are running along the waistband of your sweats, fiddling with the tie before breaking your heated kiss. “Is this okay?” His words come out in a whisper, his eyes searching yours for any signs of doubt, but all he sees is lust.

“Yes,” you confirm, out of breath from making-out for so long without coming up for air. The lightheaded feeling taking over you goes unnoticed though, and quite frankly you’re too caught up in Jisung to care.

Quickly, he rids you of your pants, looking back up at you for confirmation about your underwear. With an affirmative nod he’s removing those too, leaving you completely bare from the waist down as he stands over you fully clothed.

But soon he’s ridding himself of his own clothing, his shirt being pulled at the nape of his neck as he discards it across the room. He’s leaning back down to you, hungry for the feeling of your lips. He misses it, even though it's been less than a minute since he’s last felt your smooth lips on his. 

You won’t open your eyes to see, but with the shuffling movements and shaky connection between your mouths you can tell Jisung is stripping himself of any remaining clothing he has on. He’s needy, unable to wait any longer to get down to business, he’s already waited long enough.

You’re the one who breaks the kiss this time, too curious to see what he’s sporting down below for your own good. But you are not disappointed once you see it – he’s long and girthy; the pigment a shade or two darker from his skin tone than the rest of his body.  Your thoughts are wandering, wondering what it's like to have him inside of you; dreaming about what he feels like. Arousal pools at your core, mouth salivating as your daydreams linger.

“Like what you see?” Jisung chuckles. You barely notice that you’ve been staring, eyes wide and focused on the hardened dick before you, which is probably a bit uncomfortable for him. 

“Sorry!” You cringe at yourself lightly, covering your eyes in embarrassment in fear that you just ruined the mood you’ve worked too hard to create.

“Don’t apologise,” he smiles as he grabs your wrists, moving them away from your round eyes. Scrunching your nose in displeasure, you catch your lip in between your teeth, mentally face palming at how weird you’re being.

He couldn’t blame you though, it was taking everything in him not to gawk at you. It was the first time you’ve seen eachother naked. Bathing suits did little for your imagination, not that you had even thought about Jisung this way before.

But he eases your nerves by coming down face level with you, reaching for your shirt and pulling it up over your head. You look at him with wide eyes, taking in each part of him as he caresses your body gently. He’s in awe of you like this. So relieved that you’re finally his, that he has you like this.

Nimble fingers dance down your body, landing at your core as he runs one up your slit, collecting your arousal on his fingertip. An impressed smirk grows slowly on his face, “I can’t believe you’re this wet already,” he hums. “All for me.” 

His eyes remain focused on your center, devouring it with his eyes as his hands hold steady on your thighs. You can’t help but grow slightly embarrassed, dripping with arousal so early on though he’s barely touched you. A lump forms in your throat causing you to swallow thickly – this doesn’t go unnoticed by Jisung.

A concerned expression crosses his face, brow furrowing as he moves his hands upward to settle on your waist. “Hey,” his voice is soft, gentle and full of worry, “everything okay?” 

“Just nervous,” you answer, a fake smile showing on your face to try and combat your own emotions.

It is no secret that Jisung is a bit more experienced than you are in bed. He knows that, you know that, and that is enough to turn you into a nervous wreck. Leave it to your own thoughts to ruin the moment.

“We don’t have to…”

“No!” Your voice comes out a little too eager, a bit loud, shocking Jisung. His eyes widen in response, body jolting from the impact of your tone. “No,” you say more gently this time, “I want to.”

You did want to – you just have to get over your own nerves first. Lucily, Jisung didn’t mind and was willing to guide you through it.

With a reassuring smile plastered across his face, he laces his fingers through yours. As you lock eyes, you nod him onward, giving him the go-ahead to continue. He moves languidly, his fingers moving back down to trace your slit once more. The sensation makes you tense, the nerves tingling through your body making it difficult for you to calm down. 

But with a reassuring squeeze of his hand to yours, you’re taking a deep breath. Closing your eyes as you lie your head backwards onto his pillowcase. The smell of him consumes you, relaxing you effectively as his fingers meet the entrance of your core.

Shivers run through your body as he dips one finger inside. Your arousal acts as a natural lube, letting his finger glide gracefully into you. You gasp at the sensation, eyes rolling back into your head as he begins caressing your walls. His finger moves swiftly in and out of your core, his other hand still locked with yours to guide you through.

With your body finally relaxing, Jisung is able to add another finger into the mix. The extra pressure makes you shudder for a moment, taking a little to adjust to the greater size inside of you. Thankfully the mild discomfort subsides, and he’s able to pump his fingers in and out once more. 

He’s making sure to watch each of your expressions, growing harder and harder just from watching your face contort in bliss. With each of his movements you bite down harder onto your lip, focusing on him and him only. 

“You’re doing so well,” he praises as his thumb rubs circles over your hand soothing you. You can feel your heart swell at his words, heat beginning to rise to your cheeks. 

In one swift motion, Jisung begins to separate his fingers, stretching your walls as his digits move in scissor-like motions inside you. “Fuck,” you mumble, hips jutting forward in reaction. 

A steep moan leaving your lips as he brings his fingers back together, just to extend them once more. Your body is quickly getting used to the pressure, begging for more as you roll your hips.

He can sense that you’re eager from your movements alone. With one final squeeze, his hand is leaving yours. The empty feeling in your palm is unpleasant. But once you open your eyes and notice he’s using it to palm himself, his fingers groping around his length and beginning to pump slowly, that empty feeling is replaced with something else. 

Your mouth salivates with desire, hungry for the feeling of him inside of you. He’s aroused you enough, and you’re too eager to feel him for your own good.

“Jisung,” you moan, “fuck me please.”

His cock jumps in reaction to your words, his chest heaving as his breath catches in his throat. Never in his life did he expect to hear those words come out of your mouth – but he wouldn't mind hearing it again.

“Hmm?” He hums, knowing damn well what you said but being greedy enough to pretend that he didn’t. You whine in response, your legs shaking on the bed in a mini temper-tantrum.

“Please,” you drag out, “please fuck me.”

Your words are music to his ears. He removes his fingers from your dripping cunt, grabbing the backs of your knees to pull you closer to him and hike your legs up over his hips.

“Anything for you.”

Complying to your wish, he lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance. The feeling of his smooth head against your core is enough to make you moan, your head thrown back to expose the soft skin of your neck.

Jisung takes this as an opportunity to leave his own mark behind, leaning down to attach his lips to your skin. You gasp as his teeth graze your skin, his plump lips sucking harshly before his tongue is swiping over the area to soothe it. 

But your eyes open once he’s beginning to pull away to look at you. His eyes are dark, full of lust mixed with adoration, a sigh of relief leaving his chest as he gazes down at you under him. There’s a lot going on in his head right now. Of all the emotions swirling around, the thing he’s most focused on is how lucky he is to have you.

And before you know it, he’s leaning down. Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, making you smile. One more kiss is left on your forehead before he's pulling back, securing the position of your legs on his hips. 

And then he’s realigning himself with your core, pushing past your entrance and slowly descending into the depths of your pussy. He’s moving slowly, taking his time as he thrusts into you. The delicious stretch is unfamiliar, but it's not uncomfortable – like you were made just for him. A simultaneous groan leaves your lips as he bottoms out, the tip of his cock pressing deep into you on a spot that’s gone untouched. 

He hums a sigh of contempt before pulling back, only to rock his hips into you once again. Your velvety walls welcome him delightedly, soft whimpers leaving your lips once he bottoms out again.

“Y/N,” your name leaves his lips in a low grunt, the bones of his pelvis driving into your skin as he begins to pick up his pace. In reaction you clench down on him, orgasm beginning to loom overhead with each movement of his hips.

Desire fills your senses as you roll your hips over to meet his thrusts. His movements are slow and intentional, making sure to bottom out each time to watch you squirm over his dick. He loves how your jaw drops each time his tip presses against your g-spot, knowing just when he hits it each time.

Jisung’s teeth are barred, sweat gathering at his brow as his dark fluffy hair sticks to his face. He’s trying to hold himself back, the overwhelming urge to finish just in reach, but he doesn’t want to stop. So his hands roam your body to try and distract him, his palms caressing up the sides of your torso as your back bridges into him. The feeling of hot breath fans over your face with each sigh he lets out. 

But the tightening knot in your stomach is threatening to snap with every movement of his hips. It's getting harder and harder to hold on with the power of his thrusts growing stronger.

“Jisung,” you whine, “so close” your hands find his back, fingernails dragging down his spine in attempts to ground yourself. Jisung’s face contorts as your nails pierce his skin, leaving lines of red scratches down the length of his posterior.

The stretch from his length and his rhythmic motions sends your senses into overdrive. Squeezing your eyes shut and grasping onto the sheets underneath you, you can taste the brink of your orgasm. Jisung is focused; his grip on your thighs strong and his face contorted with bliss. But all you can think about is how stupid you could have been if you had decided to just cut him out. What matters is that you’re here with him now, and the thought of that is enough to push you over the edge. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, stomach twisting and turning as your pussy throbs repeatedly around his member. Emotions running high, three words almost slip past your lips, but with the small amount of strength you can muster up, you hold them back. Another time, some time that isn't so lust filled like this one.

Jisung’s thrusts are growing sloppy. His grip on your legs tightening as his lip is caught between his teeth. And with just a few quick thrusts, he’s coming undone inside of you. White, hot spurts of cum paint your walls, filling you up and making you feel so unbelievably full. 

You’ve always felt close to Jisung – he knew everything about you and vice versa; but this time was different. The way his hands settled on your legs, bringing them down gently after finishing. How his eyes are becoming so soft as he looks at you, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. You’ve never felt closer to Jisung as you do in the moment. As his body collapses next to yours, pulling you in and holding you close as you recover from your highs, you’re completely at peace.

“Sorry I got carried away, I guess I should have asked if you’re on birth control still,” he laughs, burying his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Don’t worry, I am,” you chuckle alongside him.

Your naked bodies tangle together, his leg weaving its way through yours to be as close to you as possible. He’s intoxicated by you, closing his eyes as he rests against your body in complete bliss. Now that he has you this close he never wants to let go; and neither do you.

“Can I tell you something?” His voice is soft, whisper like but still holding confidence; his tone never falters.

“Anything.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Butterflies erupt in your tummy, your heart thudding in your chest as heat rises to your cheeks. He loves you. It's not that friendship kind of love anymore; it's the relationship kind. The same kind that makes your heart skip a beat and body riddle with every emotion in the book. The kind that keeps you up all night thinking about – but also helps you fall asleep, knowing he’ll be there in the morning.

And all of a sudden it seems so stupid that you were fighting those words back in the heat of the moment just a few minutes ago. He felt it too, you always knew that.

“I love you, Jisung.”

Being in love is a dumb concept. All guys suck, relationships are stupid and love is a social construct that you didn’t feel like conforming to. There was absolutely no one that you would waste your time on, until Jisung came around. What you had been looking for your entire life has always been right infront of your eyes – you were just too dumb to see it.

Maybe love is alright, after all.

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↠ A/N this fic has been rewritten/reconcepted from my previous BTS fic Crush Culture.

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[rogue-durin-16]

YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

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Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been—, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.

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