#and still multiple chapters away lol sorry for teasing

[airesgay]

Made a new draft 🤗

#this is SO cheesy #and still multiple chapters away lol sorry for teasing #but not rly #feelings 101

[yoongsisbae]

Caught! House of Cards - Chapter 3

You joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down…

OT7 yandere!BTS x reader / Namjoon x Taehyung x reader this chapter

Oh, I was dying writing this chapter so I think I wrote it well? Heh there’s a lot going on, so you have been warned lol. Also hope to post HOAL soon, that is if BTS would stop attacking me with all these sexy bad boy photoshoots that scream C!HOC mens. Sorry, but can you really blame me? :(

Warnings: 18+ dark themes, reader manipulation, scary yandere behavior, voyeur, masturbation, lots of drinking and drunkenness, dubcon, dry humping on the dance floor lol, this is pretty filthy, all of them are horny, dom!Namjoon, dom!Taehyung, Tae’s a lot, shibari, bondage, blindfold, rough sex, edging, multiple orgasms, threesome, degradation, Yoongi continues to be a meanie, slut shaming, extreme regret for reader that could be triggering I think, tell me if I need to tag anything else

PSA: to reiterate, this is a yandere fic, this is all fantasy, this is scary, no one actually wants this to happen to them irl. But I’m also here for you if you wanna enjoy some hot fictional villains, alright? I got u boo.

Word Count: 8.7k

Playlist: Rotimi - Push Button Start // Shenseea - Blessed (with Tyga) // ROSALIA - Con Altura // Sean Paul - Go Down Deh // Afro B - Drogba // Aya Nakamura - Pookie // DJ Nelson - PAPI //J Balvin - Amarillo // SUPA NYTRO - Tik Pon Cock // Paris Lain - Way (links here)

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“P-please...”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum, Daddy.”

He groans in your ear. “Hmm no.” He pulls his fingers out of you, you hold onto the banister as your orgasm escapes you. Your body shakes with need.

“You’ll come find me later tonight, won’t you, baby girl?” His warmth leaves your body, when you turn around no one is there.

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Your legs are still shaking as you make your way downstairs. You tried not to think about the slick between your thighs as you descended each step, or think about RM’s warm breath against your ear. No, you won’t think about his deep voice that makes you shiver still, or the way he massaged your neck like he had done it a hundred times before...out of all the weird fucked up things you thought could happen tonight, never ever did you expect to meet RM again.

He reminded you of all the reasons why you allowed yourself to fall deeper into that kind of exhibitionistic lifestyle as a carded member. The money was good, but the sweetest rewards were corporal. The saccharine praise your admirers would give you became addicting. You even became close to some of them, for an extra fee.

What was it your old school counselor would say? It wasn’t about the destination, the real reward was the friends you made along the way. Except your new friends told you all their dirty filthy desires and watched as you would get off for them. You learned quickly your sexual appetite was ravenous, the more you indulged the worse it got. You had been starved for attention for so long, quarantine only amplifying your loneliness, and the dark site fed you well.

RM also reminded you of all the reasons why you left. You still don’t understand how you fell so deep so fast, let digital become physical when you promised yourself you wouldn’t. The House Rules made the descent into filth almost inevitable. During your only experience inside The House, you had been shown truths you didn’t want to face, depravities you enjoyed. After that night you went home, showered away your sins until your skin burned, logged out and never logged back in. It was the best way to end your addiction to House of Cards, end it cold turkey.

You were not prepared for this again. You were not prepared for how much you craved it.

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The party became wild. Your body now hyper aware of everything after RM worked you up so skillfully and denied you any release. The music reverberates throughout the halls, the beats of the bass clashes with the pounding in your head. The smell of drugs and sex assaults your nostrils, and every time a dancer bumps into you, your body remembers RM’s touch.

So many bodies around you and you feel all alone like an outcast. Where’s Yoongi? You're beginning to miss that annoying smirk and the overconfident man attached to it, you could use some of that confidence right now.

As the room spins around you, your eyes find the place where you had been standing. You’re disappointed it’s empty. Not that you knew what RM looked like, but you feel like you’d recognize him as soon as you saw him, a man like that would look like walking sin.

You shift your upward gaze to the gold ropes hanging from the ceiling, eyes traveling down until you meet the glistening body of a woman. She’s so beautiful it makes you ache, arms secured behind her back, her leg extended and tied high, her other leg bent and pressed to her side and her spread open for everyone to see.

You play with the pendant around your neck, and you can’t help but imagine yourself in her position, tied up for everyone to see, for Yoongi to watch. You’re soaking. You need a drink.

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“Hey,” you bump into Yoongi’s side as you sit down, grabbing his whisky glass and downing what’s left. The burning liquid makes you grimace, face scrunching up in distaste.

He pulls the glass from your grip, looking you up and down, sharp eyes narrowing, “Where have you been?”

“I got lost.” His arm snakes around your waist. His touch feels good, you don’t want to admit how much your body yearns for more, wants to be wanted. “Where are Jimin and Hobi?”

“Dancing,” Taehyung interjects as he gets closer to you, offering you another glass of champagne. You take it gratefully, sipping on the sweet liquid, anything to numb the ache you feel inside.

His eyes sparkle as he scrutinizes you up close, examining your dark makeup and tight dress. He wants to smear the red lipstick on your lips with his fingers, and his mouth, and his cock. He wants to stain your pretty black dress with his cum, let the milky white fluid drip all over the black silky fabric, between your breasts-

“I’m sorry, what is your name again?”

You ask him so innocently, Taehyung can forgive you for forgetting. Jungkook on the other hand, silently simmers with rage, especially when Yoongi smirks at him, sitting pressed to your side like a lover would.

“Taehyung,” The man gives you a big wide smile, “that's Seokjin,” he points to the tall man who keeps his distance, “and this,” he hits Jungkook’s chest and pulls him into a headlock, “is Jungkook!” Taehyung leans in to whisper in your ear, “a big fan.”

Your eyes go wide, did you hear him correctly? You watch the two play fight. Jungkook punches his older friend in the side a bit harder than he was expecting, earning a yell from Taehyung. They act cute, you think, Jungkook looks too innocent, you can’t believe he had watched you in his free time.

Hoseok and Jimin find their way back into the group. “Y/n, you’re back! Yoongi was about to send out a search party for you.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, and you lean your chin onto your palm, raising your eyebrows at him, trying to hide your smile at the way they tease him.

“Is that so?” His fingers pinch the flesh of your back at your retort, making you squirm at the ticklish sensation. When you try to pull his hand away, he takes the opportunity to intertwine your fingers together, pulling you firmly to his side.

You look down at Yoongi’s hand in yours, resting on your hip. Without the alcohol cursing through your veins you might have pushed him off you, but instead you sit buzzed and docile. He acts so possessive of you in front of the others, it makes your heart race. “Well I’m here now.”

“I’ll cheers to that!” Jimin fills everyone’s drinks. 7 glasses clang together and they cheer, making you giggle as you down the glass. One cheers becomes two, and then another bottle comes, until you're welcoming back that hazed state of mind that feels so freeing. The background fades away and the booming music around you becomes muffled as you try your best to focus on the conversation, until you realize you’re in Yoongi’s lap, his veiny hands dancing around your exposed thigh. He says something you can’t hear, so you tilt your head back, resting on his shoulder, whining out a slurred, “what!”

“You’re having too much fun.” He suppresses the urge to move his fingers higher, instead tracing lazy circles into your leg, making you twist in his lap, lips parting as you enjoy the sensation. Your body feels heavy from inebriation, so you lean your weight onto him more, focused on his cold rings against your warm skin.

You move your head closer to his. “You wanted to bring me here, right?” you laugh, and you swivel your body against him, grinding into his lap to the tempo of the music. Yoongi notices the others' heated stares, so he shifts his leg, pressing his hands into your thighs, opening your legs wider, and you’re too drunk to notice or care.

Yoongi tries to hold onto his thinning composure, how many times had he thought of you like this? So receptive and needy in his arms. He enjoys your torturous hip rolls, reveling in the fact that the sight tortures his audience even more. But you’re not really paying attention to that, your body only responding to how the music beat hits so well, his growing erection encouraging you to keep rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.

“Y/n, let's go dance!” Hoseok calls out to you over the music. His request pulls you from your trance. You sit up, shaking the clouded haze from your mind.

“Dance? Okay!” You let Hoseok pull you to your feet, stumbling slightly into him.

You turn to Yoongi, “You don’t mind, do you?” you ask, ready to start a fight. He glares at you. You sway on your feet and glare back. Such a brat, he thinks, you’ll just have to be taught a lesson later. Yoongi picks up his whisky and waves you off.

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The dance floor is hot and alive with writhing bodies. You let Hoseok roll his hips into you from behind, your own hips following his movements. His toned arms lock around you, holding you, as he pulls your body lower and lower, until you’re crouched to the floor, your bodies connecting again and again as he rubs his hardening bulge into your ass to the beat.

It feels so so good, his warm body on you, seeking pleasure from one another. Every roll and buck helps to release the frustration RM did to you.

Hoseok’s hands pull your dress higher so you can spread your knees wider. He holds the bunched up fabric to your core to keep what’s left of your modesty, and your arms reach behind you to hook around his neck to keep yourself steady.

Hoseok is such a good dancer, masterfully guiding your loose body. You pull and push each other along to the sensual music, shifting your weight against your combined center of gravity as your bodies heat up in each other’s embrace.

Hoseok moves the hair from your neck away, blowing air on the back of your neck. His hand cups your breast, fondling you out in the open, “You like when I do this to you, don’t you Dahlia?” You’re too drunk to catch the pseudonym he uses.

You close your eyes focusing on his hands groping your body, your fingers fisting into his hair, pulling him closer, and his tongue licks off the sweat on your neck. Hoseok knows all the ways to leave you delirious with lust, hands running up and down your body, massaging your curves and leading your hips to meet his. If he’s making you feel this good with your clothes on, you can only imagine how amazing he’d be in bed, hips rolling against you as he fills you up with his stiff cock...

You’re so focused on Hoseok you don’t realize another body moving closer to you, another pair of hands on you, until Taehyung presses himself into your front.

The music fills your head, the dirty words being sung encouraging you to release all your inhibitions. Your arms reach out to run up Taehyung’s abdomen, up and up his chest, loving the feel of his muscles under your fingers.

He places your arms around his neck as he moves forward, his leg slotting between yours. With Hoseok grinding against your back and Taehyung rubbing against your front, you feel like you’re going to combust. The crowd around you is a blur, but everything about them feels so solid, so hard against you. Caged between them, you submit to every caress, every touch from both men.

Taehyung holds the back of your head to keep your eyes on him as Hoseok leaves open mouth kisses on your shoulder. Taehyung’s thumb caresses your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.” his mouth slides across your jaw, under your ear, licking and nibbling at your lobe, giving you goosebumps, “You’re the most beautiful woman here.”

You place your finger over his mouth pushing him away, too embarrassed to hear more, but your hips can’t help but push into him at the praise.

“Come with me,” he pulls you away from Hoseok, his friend winking at him behind your back, and you foolishly follow him through the sea of dancing bodies.

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Pulling you into a dark corner, he cages you in before you can protest. Lips finding your neck, hooking a finger under your choker, pulling up, forcing your neck to tilt so he can reach more skin. Even if you want more, you still have some sense left in you to know letting Yoongi’s friend do this to you in front of everyone is a bad idea. “W-wait. Yoongi will-”

Taehyung’s arm slams into the wall. The noise startles you into silence. It’s Yoongi, always Yoongi. What about him? He steadies his breathing after noticing your wide eyes.

“Y/n, do you know who I am?” He leans onto the wall hovering over you, dark eyes peering down at you as he waits for your answer.

You feel your stomach drop under his intimidating gaze. “Should I know who you are?”

He answers your question with another question, “Do you know who Yoongi is? Do you really have no idea?” His interrogation takes you aback.

“He’s one of my...v-viewers...”

“Yes, who? You never thought to ask, baby?” Taehyung looks at you so accusingly, you feel ashamed that you can’t answer him.

“Who is he?” You ask.

He smiles, a twisted grin that makes you feel uneasy. Eyes lighting up darkly once his suspicions were proved right.

“How about this, since we both have so many unanswered questions, why don’t we play a game? I’ll answer one of your questions and then you answer one of mine. I’ll even let you go first.” His playful demeanor is back, fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

“Who are you?”

Taehyung smiles wide. You asked the right question. “I go by V.”

What? “You’re V?”

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You log into the House of Cards website, open your account to a litany of unread messages. Your eyes skim through them, and one catches your eye. It’s V, the second highest donator from the other night’s stream.

V: you looked so beautiful the other night. I hope to see another broadcast soon...for next time?

V sent you an eighty dollar donation and a link to a lingerie set: pink lace, a sheer see-through pattern on the cups with a matching lace thong and garter belt.

You’ve bought lingerie for men before, for then boyfriends on your anniversaries or Valentine’s day dates, but you’ve never had a man buy you lingerie before. With shipping you’ll still have money left over, so you decide to add some more things in your basket to surprise him for being such a generous donor. It’s not because you had enjoyed his compliments the most during your stream, no. You found a cute pair of thigh high socks and some stick on rhinestones, coming up with a plan to get V’s attention. You squeal once the order goes through, ‘time to arts and craft in this bitch.’

You open his message again, fingers hovering over the keyboard, what should you say? Should you make it sound sexy or cute? ‘C’mon y/n, just flirt.’

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. Just for you sexy <3

Ew ew. No. Before pressing enter you delete the last sentence.

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. See you soon ;)

You go through all your messages, in a much better mood than you’ve been in a long time. You bop your head to the music that flows through your speakers in your living room while coming up with different replies to each new viewer.

It feels good to be stress free, you think, while sipping on cup ramen because you’re still waiting until your earnings clear your account to buy groceries. You’ve managed to answer every message when a new notification dings. V attached a picture.

V: I can’t wait.

Holy... A picture of a shirtless man from the neck down pops up. He’s not overly muscular, but he’s lean and toned, with defined pecs and v-line. Mmm. ‘V’ indeed. His jeans are unbuttoned. His legs spread wide, as if he were inviting you to sit on his lap.

You’re being catfished, you surmise. This man has to be using someone else’s pictures. Or he has a face only a mother could love. Either way, you’ll play with this fantasy. it’s not like you’ll actually ever meet in real life.

So you decide to play along, it’s not like you had work to go to, or anything to do really. Locked up in your tiny home alone and slowly going stir crazy would lead to some unfortunate decisions for you. One of the worst, allowing V to get so close to you.

Abandoning your snacks, you grab your laptop and run to the bedroom, jumping on your bed. Your laptop opens to another risque photo, his jeans zipped even lower. Hand grabbing a very defined bulge resting inside his pants leg. Well fuck.

Dahlia: is that really you?

V: yes baby

V: I wish you were here with me right now. I would make you feel so good, just like you deserve.

V: How about you, am I turning you on?

You clench your legs together instinctively.

Dahlia: you are.

V: are you touching yourself?

Should you lie? You could. But the pictures and his words are doing something to you, you feel jitters and a quick pace and a throbbing core. Suddenly you have an idea.

Dahlia: why don’t you see for yourself?

You create a private room, aim your camera down, mirroring the same angle in V’s picture and send the link to him. You pull the front of your sundress down to show more cleavage and the hem up to show more leg, and you wait.

There’s a notification: ‘1 new viewer.’

V: you look so pretty, you look like a doll

V: I wish I was there.

“Yeah? What would you do to me?”

V: I would spread your legs

You spread your legs at his words. Your stream plays in Taehyung's bedroom, he watches intently, and when your panties come into view he pulls his jeans down to his thighs freeing his hard erection, slowly stroking himself to the sight of your body.

V: fuck, so good baby. being so good for me.

V: I would take off your panties. slowly

You follow his commands and slowly remove your underwear. You like being told what to do, you imagine he’s on the bed with you, telling you everything, guiding your pleasure.

V: touch yourself for me

V: you’re wet already? how cute

V: that’s a good girl, just like that

V: imagine it’s me. my fingers stuffed inside of you, giving you everything you want

V: you’re mine and mine only

V: you’re going to be mine to kiss and fuck. I’ll take care of you baby doll, make you cum all over my fingers. You want that too?

V: you're so pretty baby, you like putting on a filthy show for me? desperate little girl

V: open your legs wider

V: doing so well for me, stay just like that. you’re driving me crazy

V: cum for me

You pulse, moaning out loud, reaching your high. When your lust filled haze clears you don’t feel dirty like before, you feel good. Even better when V sends you another eighty dollar donation.

Taehyung played sweet and affectionate very well. When talking to other House members you’d try your best to keep things as vague as possible, but sometimes you’d let certain things slip with V, and he always listened so well. Shit, he treated you better than your ex. He’d send you sweet messages, gifts, and the hottest body shots. He would do that often, it made you needy for more affection. He was a part of a small group of viewers that you’d offer special private streams to. Little did you know your carefree playdates were Taehyung’s obsessions.

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Taehyung feels a special kind of gratification at the way you gawk at him, stunned into silence. “Now my turn,” Taehyung’s expression goes from playful to serious in an instant, “Why are you here with Yoongi?”

You swallow, this was V all along. You teetered between happiness and unease, you remembered all the sweet memories you had with him, but this man was still a stranger to you. He keeps staring at you, is this how he looked watching you through the computer screen? Fuck, your imagination could not have dreamed up a sexier man. Oh right, he is waiting for your answer.

You explain to him what happened, Yoongi recognizing you at your job, the agreement you made with him afterwards. Taehyung moves from hovering over you to standing by your side. He listens intently as his eyes scan the crowd. You watch the dancers as you sober up, observing the debauchery you had just been a part of. Taehyung hums as you finish your story.

“Who is-” Taehyung doesn’t let you finish, his eyes staring at the second floor’s balcony. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself. You looked so pretty up there, with my friend’s fingers inside you. You were being such a cute little slut.” His eyes roll back inside his head and he opens his mouth sighing.

He saw you. Did the others- “Did Yoongi see?!” you pull on his arm to get him to focus on you.

“No, he didn’t, just me. My turn!”

You felt tricked, using your question up already.

He turns to face you, leaning his side against the wall. You can't help but notice how he stares at you like he’s undressing you with his eyes, gaze traveling down your body and pausing at every place your skin shows, your cleavage and your thighs. “He really worked you up, you looked so guilty when you came back,” Taehyung’s teasing tone back again, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi suspected something.”

Your eyes go wide with worry. “I’m willing to keep that secret for you if...” he bites his lip and leans in whispering, “I bet you’re still wet too. Can I have a taste?”

“R-right now?”

“Yes. That’s my turn again! And I’m waiting for my answer.” He gets closer to you, pressing up against you again, his hands brushing against your thigh. You look around, how far away are you from the crowd? How far away are you from Yoongi?

His lips brush against your temple as he leans his jaw against your forehead. “No one will see. Put your hands back on my shoulder, c’mon baby, be good for me.” His body blocks you from everyone’s view.

His head in your hair, taking a long inhale, breathing in your scent, Taehyung can’t get enough of you. Your shaky arms obey him, laying loosely on top of his broad shoulders. You lay your head on his chest, even if his words come out smooth, his heart is racing as he moves quickly between your bodies, dipping his long fingers inside you. You try to bite back a moan, but it feels too good.

Taehyung feels like he’s going to burst. You’re so wet, dripping all over his hand. He tries to fight his urges, there’s so many things he wants to do to you. Your soft whimpers sound so beautiful, so much better in person. You’re his to play with, all his.

He groans, pushing you hard against the wall. He looks like he’s going to devour you, your body tenses and you clench around his fingers. It only encourages him on. You grip his shoulders as he drives his hand upward, fingers pushing into you deeply as you fight against gravity, forced to stand on your tiptoes, struggling against him as his mouth attacks your neck, biting down hard. It’s too rough, too fast. “Tae-V-stop!”

His entire body stills against you, except for his fingers, teasing you still as they steadily press around inside your walls. You try to come to your senses, but everything about him unravels you.

He whispers against your forehead. “Last round, baby doll.” His voice raspy and breathing heavy as he holds himself back from tearing the clothes off your body. “One more question for each of us. I know where RM is, do you want to know?”

'RM,' who told you to find him, and V, who knows where. You gasp and nod your head, waiting but Taehyung smiles down at you in silence, fingers sliding out of you, making you whimper and grip the wall for support when he finally gives you space. He stays quiet as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking the wetness off his palm.

Your legs feel like jello, your body buzzes with each shameless lick as you watch him. You swallow the saliva accumulating in your mouth, pushing the lump in your throat down. You know what he wants. You played right into his trap, and the worst part is you want it too.

“Where is he?”

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“If you think you’re going to keep her all to yourself you’re in for a rude awakening!” Jungkook grits out.

Yoongi sits quietly with his arms folded as Jungkook starts hurling accusations at him. Jin and Hoseok try to calm the youngest down, but it’s no use.

He grabs Yoongi’s collar, the action making Yoongi finally snap, and without warning Yoongi punches him squarely in the face. Yoongi had taken advantage of his friends holding Jungkook back and distracting him, satisfied when the young man recoils, stumbling back.

Before he can really lose it, Hoseok and Jimin drag Jungkook away, as the youngest screams all the ways he’s going to make Yoongi pay, not even aware of the blood leaking from his nose. Jin pulls Yoongi away in the opposite direction, “We need to talk.”

Jin walks Yoongi outside so they can both get some fresh air and clear their heads.

“He needs to learn not to disrespect his elders,” Yoongi mutters, wiping the blood off his knuckles.

“You know how he gets,” Jin counters, “Don’t act like you didn’t want that exact reaction from him. You were egging him on all night with y/n.”

Yoongi scoffs. He can’t stand how Jungkook acts like you belong with him. Jungkook is crazy. He’s too hot-headed and oversensitive, the complete opposite of Yoongi. The youngest suffers from inexperience and naivety. All that bark, and he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to you. No, Jungkook doesn’t deserve you, Yoongi thinks, he could never take care of you like Yoongi could.

“What exactly are you trying to accomplish? You brought y/n back and we’re all happy for that, but if Jungkook is right, then I’m going to have to agree with him, brother.” Jin squeezes his friend’s shoulder and Yoongi shakes him off.

“I wasn’t going to keep her locked away.” Yoongi says dismissively. Not that he didn't think once or twice about it.

“How gracious of you.”

“Listen, I found her. She chose me before and she’ll choose me again. The last time you were with her, what happened, Brother? Hobi and Jimin, Jungkook and even you can fight over her all you want. In the end, she will come back to me.”

Jin smiles, he will let Yoongi think that. “And where is your y/n now?”

“I’ll go find her,” Yoongi goes to leave, itching to get you by his side again.

Jin’s hand on his chest stops him. Jin can’t help but smile at his poor friend’s situation, he had been tricked by the two youngest, a plan they orchestrated themselves and everyone else went along with. But Jin couldn’t keep his friend in the dark any longer, especially when revealing the truth would make the aftermath that much more entertaining for Jin.

“I have to tell you something.”

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You stand in front of the door Taehyung had led you to, your nerves on high alert. Taehyung stands behind you, humming to himself. His arm reaches over your shoulder to rapt three knocks on the door.

As the door knob turns, Taehyung exclaims behind you, “Oh! I forgot.” His long fingers cover your eyes, as he pulls your head back, your body stumbling and crashing against him.

“Taehyung!”

“Shh. Calm down, it’s more fun this way,” he whispers in your ear as you hear the door creak open.

“What do we have here?”

“I brought her for you,” Taehyung purrs. You can feel his chest puff up behind you, he’s ecstatic, you played his game so perfectly, he was so proud of you.

“Good boy.”

You feel fingers wrap around yours as Namjoon brings your hands to his lips, caressing your knuckles. “And what about you? Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

---

Jimin tends to Jungkook’s bleeding nose as Hoseok pours himself a drink. “Thanks for taking one for the team, Kookie.”

Jungkook keeps his head tilted back to stop the blood, glancing over to Hoseok, lips curving in a smile, he’s happy that he accomplished his part of the plan successfully, “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

Jimin flicks him in the forehead. “No you’re not, unless you want y/n to never forgive you.”

“She won’t,” he pouts, “she acts like she hates him. I’ll be doing her a favor.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

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The room is quiet, too quiet compared to the raucous party outside. So when Taehyung drags a chair from the corner of the room, the wood scraping against the floor sounds all the more foreboding. Goosebumps bloom on your body as if Taehyung dragged his fingernails along your skin instead.

You sit kneeling on the floor waiting, knees tucked underneath you. RM sits on the bed behind you, legs outstretched and you between them. You stare down at his shoes, shiny black loafers, and glance at his pants legs on either side of you. It's the first time you’ve ever seen a part of him. You want to look up so badly, the idea sits heavy on you, tensing every muscle in your body as you fight your curiosity. The only thing you want more is to find out what will happen if you obey them.

Taehyung pulls the chair right in front of you, facing the bed, you and RM. Another pair of shoes brush against your knees as Taehyung takes a seat.

RM’s fingers rest atop your head and keep your head tilted down while he waits for his friend to situate himself. Until eventually RM moves behind you, fingers fisting your hair and pulling you to your feet. “Go sit on his lap.”

Taehyung sits looking at you like he's just been given first place prize, smirking pridefully as you walk towards him on shaky legs. His shirt is already unbuttoned, tan skin and taunt muscles in full view. That's V, all right. Your insides ache for him, his seduction luring you in like a firefly to light.

Your dress stretches around your thighs as you straddle him, his hands grabbing at your ass and pulling your body into his.

You hear RM’s low voice growl behind you, “Kiss him.”

For a moment you think about the intense quiet man who brought you to this island, his piercing eyes flashing through your mind until Taehyung’s lips crash into yours and you can only think about how sweet the man devouring you tastes, and you kiss him back, exploring his mouth with your tongue.

His hands grope your body, pull your face closer, force away the fabric of your clothes. His touch is everywhere, keeping you distracted only on him as RM sets things up behind you.

RM pulls off his tie as Taehyung’s hands move to either side of your face, and he pulls you away from him, leaving one last peck on your lips, “You’re doing so well, baby doll. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

“V...Taehyung, I-I’ve wanted this too.”

“Will you do what I say?” You feel RM’s hands unzip the back of your dress, the fabric lowers and exposes your chest. Taehyung’s grip on your face tightens as you’re momentarily distracted, bringing your attention back to him.

“Yes.”

“I want you to fuck RM while I watch.”

He what who?

Taehyung brings his hips up causing you to lose your balance when he senses your hesitation, his hard length rubs against your aching core, “Don’t you want to? You wanted so badly for me to take you to him, didn’t you? All you have to do is say yes.”

His thumb traces your jaw as RM lowers his black tie across your eyes. Your heartbeat races, your thighs clench around Taehyung’s legs making him moan and buck into your heat. You shudder and RM secures his tie behind your head with a tight knot.

“Tae...” your fingers tighten into the loose fabric of his shirt at your sudden loss in vision.

Taehyung clasps his hands around yours, holding your wrists together as RM presses himself against your back, and you feel ropes being wrapped around your wrists. “You’re so pretty like this, remember last time?”

You do remember. Fuck, how did you end up like this again? This is all Yoongi’s fault.

RM’s hand wraps around your neck and his deep voice speaks in your ear, “Answer him, baby girl.”

“I-I remember.” You want to cry, you want to cum, you want them to stop this torture.

“Let us make you feel good again,” Taehyung’s voice lowers even deeper than RM’s.

“I...okay.”

“You’ll let RM use you?” You nod your head, grateful you can’t see them. You let yourself hide behind the makeshift blindfold.

“Use your words, I want to hear you say it,” RM demands.

“I want you to use me,” you sit and wait, embarrassed the words left your mouth so easily. The lack of response makes your insides churn, you can’t see the way they smile at each other. If Yoongi wants to make you only his, they are just going to have to destroy you for any other man.

RM’s grip around your neck tightens, arm wrapping around your body as he lifts you off your feet. You land on the soft covers of the bed, you have no time to adjust to the drastic change of orientation before you feel harsh tugs as RM works to undress you, throwing the clothes over to Taehyung who takes his time breathing in your scent, licking the moistness from the fabric.

Namjoon pulls on the rope wrapped around your wrists placing them high above your head, his weight bears down on top of your leg as he grabs your other leg and spreads you wide. The way Taehyung moans reach your ears you suspect he has full view of your naked body. You wiggle against RM’s hold as best you can.

“Mmmm so needy and I’m not even doing anything yet.” RM’s hand leaves your wrists as he moves lower, resting his upper body on top of yours, effectively pinning your lower body down. Having full reign to play with you in this position, you feel his fingers teasing at your entrance. Your tied hands explore the expanse of his back, his shoulders so wide you can’t reach around to end his teasing, you can only moan and whimper at his slow ministrations.

“Ahh so wet,” RM massages everywhere except the place you want him most.

This is mean, this is tortuous, you’ve obeyed them and they still tease you. You cry out in frustration, clenching every time his fingers poke at your hole, RM’s grip on your thigh is too tight to move even an inch. You shove his back with your tied hands and RM laughs.

“Tae, help me out.” You feel fingers finally pressing into your aching clit, rubbing slow circles, making you cry out. RM’s fingers continue to drag across your lips, gathering the wetness that drips from your core. They slowly and steadily work the tension out of you until you’re numb with pleasure.

You let out a scream when your orgasm finally hits you. After being tortured all night, teased until you were delirious, the release becomes so intense you black out, and when you come to RM is pumping his fingers into you roughly. Your body seizes up again, racing into another orgasm. He rocks his hand into you, thumb rubbing your sensitive hood, and you release again. But RM doesn’t stop. He takes and takes, leaving you breathless. The sounds of your wetness fills the room, mixing with Taehyung’s grunts and moans at your helpless state.

“I c-can’t...too sensitive!”

“This is what you wanted, for Daddy to use you. Take it.”

Your tied hands try to move RM’s body off of you, but he is like a boulder on top of your body, unaffected by your hits. You struggle until his pleasure overtakes the pain, and you fall back, losing yourself in the way his fingers fill you up, hitting the deepest parts of you so skillfully. You stop fighting and accept the power he holds over you, he is making you feel so good you want him to take it, the thought sends you hurtling into another orgasm, tightening again around his fingers.

He can feel how close you are. “Be a good girl and give me one more,” RM groans, “that’s it.”

You’re wailing in pleasure now, unable to stop your cries. Your weak body shaking in his grasp. You feel something wet hit your outstretched thigh. Taehyung’s deep grunts of release finally undoing the coil inside you, and you orgasm for a third time around RM’s fingers.

RM lets go of you finally and you lie boneless, breathing ragged, blind and numb to the world. The air feels cool on your sweaty body as you come down from your high. You feel the bed dip as RM joins you again. Before he had been fully dressed, now you can feel his warm skin against your slippery body.

He lays himself between your legs. His lips finally meet yours, they feel full. You moan into his mouth as his tongue plays with yours. You want to touch his face but your arms are still tied together, so you caress his hair instead, the back of his neck, his muscular shoulders, trying to feel as much as you can.

His hard length brushes against your oversensitive core, his mouth swallowing your whimpers as he pushes himself in. You’re so wet there’s no resistance, but the stretch still leaves you gasping. His thrusts are hard and deep, you focus on how the weight of his body feels on top of yours as he uses you to reach his high. “You’re taking Daddy so well, baby.”

“T-Thank you, Daddy,” you stutter out between moans.

RM holds your wrists down as he finishes, releasing deep inside you. You feel every pulse from his cock, the pressure almost becoming too much as he fills you up.

You hear the familiar scrape of the chair again as Taehyung comes closer, fingers wiping away the tears on your face making you feel cared for. You don’t see how he licks your salty tears off his hand.

RM lifts your tired body in his arms, cradling you to his chest. He puts you in his lap as he takes a seat in the vacant chair.

“Tae has been such a patient boy, I think it’s time for his reward.”

RM moves your body so your back is flush against his, pulling the rope on your hands around his head, locking your arms. His hand massages up and down your legs, putting his knees in between yours.

“Kneel.” You realize RM is addressing Taehyung. He spreads his legs to make room for Taehyung, forcing your legs open in the process.

“RM-” Namjoon places his hand over your mouth, the same way he did at the party, stifling your scream as Taehyung buries his face into your pussy.

Taehyung eats you out while RM keeps you open, until you’re shaking in his lap, until you can’t form anything coherent anymore, until you’re so sensitive Taehyung’s lips around your clit is the only thought in your head, the drag of his tongue pulling away from you the last thing you feel before exhaustion sends you into the deepest sleep of your life.

---

You wake up alone.

You pull the sheets closer to your naked body as you look around the vacant room. Everything is moved back to its place, floor empty. You search the ground for your clothes but there’s nothing there. You pull yourself out of bed, trying to ignore your aching joints and pounding head. You look for your clothes but there’s nothing. You search the entire room, the closet is empty, the dresser is empty, there’s not even a towel in the bathroom. Where the hell are your clothes?!

You make your way back into bed, pulling the covers over your body.

Oh fuck, what are you going to do?

What time is it? They just left you and took your clothes. What kind of sick game is Taehyung playing now? Tears well up in your eyes.

You feel more confused than ever, Taehyung had been so sweet to you before, you had often fantasized meeting him, but he was so different in person. You hadn’t expected this. He’s going to come back, right? Right?!

You are pulled away from your thoughts at the sound of the door creaking open.

“I see you’ve been a very bad girl.” Your eyes widen as Yoongi makes his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He looks as smug as ever, holding a hanger over his shoulder.

“A-Are those my clothes?”

“Are these the clothes I gave you last night? No, looks like you fucked yourself out of those.” You pull the bedsheet closer to you, gritting your teeth, blinking away your tears.

“Yoongi...”

“Hmm?” He leans against the bedpost, the clothes hanger hanging off one finger. You want to punch him, but you know you're walking on thin ice already.

“P-please help me.”

“You lost the clothes I got you. Why should I give you more?” You can tell he’s itching to humiliate you.

“So you’re just going to leave me here naked?!” you yell at him.

His eyes narrow. He grabs the bedsheet and pulls, dragging it off your body before you can stop him. You wrap your arms around your chest and pull your legs together.

“I should, after what you did!” Yoongi screams, “Whoring yourself out to my friends. Two at the same time, enjoy yourself? Fucking slut.” His words sting you. How could you fuck up so badly, you just let yourself become overtaken by lust.

“Now look at you. You let them take advantage of you. They used you and they left you with nothing. What would you have done if I didn’t find you?” He crosses his arms, his cold eyes glaring at you.

You burst into tears. Is he right? Is that what they did to you? “I’m-s-so-sorry,” you manage to say between sobs.

He sighs, “I’m here now.” You need him, he’s going to make you see that. He moves closer, lifting your chin to look at him. “If they had taken this,” his hand brushes your choker, “I would have killed them.”

You look at him pleadingly, trying to silence your sniffles. He offers you the clothes hanger, “Change into this.”

---

You unzip the clothes bag and pull out a dress with a light flowery pattern. The fabric is sheer and flowy. The matching lingerie set is pastel pink and strappy. Well, even if he is an asshole at least you can count on Yoongi to make you look good. You clean up your makeup and style your hair as best you can in the empty bathroom, removing what's left of the smudged dark eyeshadow, pushing thoughts from last night away. The more you try to make sense of what transpired, the more confused you become, and remembering just makes you feel hot all over.

Yoongi pushes himself off the wall when you open the door.

There is still music playing, still people dancing, a lot less than the night before, but you’re amazed there are any at all.

“Does the party ever end?” you think out loud.

“Only if you want it to.”

Yoongi leads you outside. When you reach the backyard you realize the party truly never really ended, only moved. Partygoers lounge by the pool, drinking and eating.

“Is that a fucking mermaid?” Girls dressed up in tails lay about the pool, you're about to run towards them when Yoongi pulls you away from the pool. “Let’s eat before you decide to go make friends.”

You walk in step. He looks put together as always, wearing simple light clothes, a white shirt tucked into tan pants, an unbuttoned collared shirt on top.

“Is everyone here a House member?” You ask, finally sober enough to start learning some things.

“Yes, I thought it was obvious. It’s nothing official. Just a get-together after our quarterly meeting, something for our investors.”

Right, never did you just have a ‘get-together’ like this. It's annoying how out of touch they are.

You see the familiar faces of his friends sitting in a secluded area. Before you and Yoongi get within earshot he grabs your arm.

“If Taehyung and Jungkook try to touch you again, let me know, will you?”

Wait, Jungkook is RM? What? No way, that doesn’t make any sense. He can’t be, he was downstairs when you first met RM. But why does Yoongi think you fucked him? Jungkook is not RM. Though, you remember how he never spoke to you.

His grip on you tightens when you don’t answer, “Y/n…”

“Okay, okay.”

---

Jungkook watches you and Yoongi whispering to one another. You look flustered when Yoongi places a soft kiss on your cheek before breaking away.

He takes a deep breath, rubbing his temples to take the tension away. When he looks up again, Yoongi and you are walking towards the group, your eyes fixated on...him? Jungkook breaks eye contact and looks back at you...and you��re still staring at him. He keeps eye contact with you, face going redder and redder.

He watches as you greet his friends, eyes glancing his way too frequently to call it a coincidence. What the fuck did Yoongi tell you to make you look at him like he grew three heads?

---

“I’ll be right back.” Yoongi makes his way to the far end of the party where Seokjin is talking to another man. You watch as Yoongi embraces the stranger, it’s one of the few times you’ve seen Yoongi smile, not a self satisfied smirk or a threatening grin, but a genuine smile showing off his gums that make the intimidating man look actually cute. The stranger gives him a dimpled smile in return.

“Who’s that with Seokjin?” you ask Jimin.

He looks over to where you're pointing, Jimin's expression full of mirth, “That’s Namjoon, looks like he made it to the party after all.”

“Oh.”

Jimin pulls on your arm, turning you to him, “Let’s go swimming!”

“Oh, but I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“That’s okay, you can go in your underwear,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you giggle.

“I’ll, um, be right back,” Jimin whines as you get up, and you promise him it will only take a minute. You know you’d never get a chance to talk to Jungkook with Yoongi by your side, the two of them seem to have an odd tension between them. But now that Yoongi is distracted with Seokjin and Namjoon, it’s the perfect opportunity.

“Er hello?”

Jungkook’s wide doe eyes looks up at you. “Hello...”

Okay, he definitely doesn’t sound like RM. “Hi, I didn’t get to talk to you last night. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh, hi.”

“...hi.”

This is painfully awkward. You study his frame...he is built. The tank top he’s wearing shows off his broad shoulders and muscular tattooed arms, he looks strong like how you imagine RM. Maybe if you kiss him...

Jungkook watches as you peer over his back. “Dahlia…”

“Hmm? Oh, just call me y/n.” you insist, the alias making you feel self-conscious.

“I missed talking to you...so much.”

“We talked?” Is he really RM? No, it doesn’t feel like him at all.

Jungkook bites his lower lip. His front teeth pressing into his round lips makes him look cute, you think, like a scared rabbit.

“Yes, we used to talk a lot, before...” he bites back the words so he doesn’t make you uncomfortable. “My username is..” Ugh, Jungkook can’t believe he’s saying this to you out loud, why did he have to choose such a dumb username? “PlayboyJK.”

“Oh, oh! I remember you!” You remember your conversations with him. He was a good tipper, a bit unconventional in his requests, but he was always one of the first viewers to your stream.

“Honestly, I can’t believe you would watch me.”

“Why?”

“You’re just so...handsome? I’m just surprised, I guess!”

Jungkook’s ears go red at the compliment. You’re so perfect, you’re a goddess. He’d watch you all day every day, he’d watch you sleep. How could you think he wouldn’t want to watch you?

“I think you’re so beautiful, I like you a lot.”

“T-Thank you,”

“Are you going to start streaming again?

“Ha no no. I put all that behind me. Well, I thought I did,” you say after noticing Jungkook’s confused expression. “Um, it’s a long story.”

“Oh, you don’t have to join again. I could, um, pay you directly.”

“You’d pay me? For what?” you laugh, but you're curious to hear his answer.

“For anything, I’d pay you...just be with me.” you look into Jungkook’s wide eyes, so determined. Maybe if Yoongi had asked you this way, you would have considered it.

“I-HEY!” You squeal as Hoseok lifts you out of your seat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look of dismay as he pulls the younger man to his feet too.

Somehow you ended up in the pool with your dress still on. The sheer fabric doing little to hide the lingerie underneath for all the men to see.

---

The sun has already left the horizon while you sit on the deck of Yoongi’s yacht, drying off your body from the day's watery fun. You listen to the waves hit the walls of his boat as it sloshes around in the water, the rhythm like a whispering melody. The twilight casts everything in blue, the smell of salt and fresh air along with sound of the sea's waves is just so relaxing. What you wouldn't give to experience this all the time.

“Come back with me.” Yoongi's hushed voice breaks your trance.

“And be what, your personal servant?" you scoff, "I don’t think so.”

"What about those girls at the party? You could be like them, always having fun, the center of attention."

You bite your lip. "I don't want that." You wonder if Yoongi will believe you when you don't even believe yourself.

"Or I could just give you all my attention." He gets closer to you. "All this could be your life."

"Maybe I like my life-"

Yoongi laughs at you, earning himself a glare.

"Or I could just keep you here." He smirks down at you.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t dare me.”

You stop glaring at him, turning your head away. You watch the lights on the mansion turn on as the night settles in.

“Do you really want to go back to that boring job?” You roll your eyes at his words. “Don’t you want more? To have fun? I’ll give you everything you want."

"I don’t think you could give me everything."

"Just try. You can always go back, I’m sure that manager friend of yours would rehire you."

You sigh, breathing in deep the salty air.

“I would have to put in my two weeks...”

---

Hobi’s scene was fun to write, I haven’t been to parties or dancing in so long I was like what the hell happens again? Now I wanna dance! Reader who said Yoongi will throw her into the sea last chapter you made me laugh so hard I almost considered making him do that lol. I guess there’s still some time to piss him off enough! Do you believe Yoongi? What do you think (or want) to happen next? <3

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[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing xv. | m

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: oral (m receiving), jk and oc in their feelings :c, fluff n cuteness tbh

words: 7, 816

summary: a series of drabbles where you’re confused and jungkook’s confusing

a/n:

im so sorry for the late update but it's finally here!!! it's been a hectic few weeks w my exam preparation coming right around the corner too :c

anyway!!!! we've got some smut after a while 👀so for visual purposes pls imagine jk from the butter mv, specifically his hair and eyebrow piercing ...

i hope you enjoy this chapter !!!

Safety was a very important aspect of your life. Everything that you did, you always weighed the realistic possibilities of you regretting your decision; mind running at one hundred miles per hour while you drew a mental mind map of every possible outcome you could possibly predict. It was exhausting to have your mind immediately come up with worst-case scenarios where the risk was realistically a meagre five per cent against the other ninety-five, but you were a chronic overthinker by nature.

You steered far from doing things that would end up causing more harm to you and your environment because you knew that there was no actual reason why you could justify getting completely wasted at a party. If it was for fun—surely, you’d vehemently oppose that the next morning.

Your friends, or even anyone who knew of you; always lamented you for your tendency to remain in your bubble. You knew that overall, you were an overthinker and that most of the time—nothing of what you conjured would actually happen purely because, well—your friends are still alive, and so were you. You just missed out on ‘fun’.

But old habits died hard. Maybe that was why the most reckless and impulsive thing that you did—was with Jungkook.

Out of all your friends, Jungkook was the one person that really did whatever he could get his hands, feet or body to do.

He was very determined by nature and a natural daredevil at that. You remember on multiple occasions where he and his family went on a family vacation, and he came back with stories of his adventures swinging from the top of a cliff upside down, getting a snake to wrap itself around his neck—and by far the most impulsive one, returning with a small tattoo of said snake on the back of his neck.

Jungkook was so unpredictable that neither of your friends could ever tell what he’d do next. And you supposed that added to his charm, but it didn’t take away from the five stages of absolute shock that you’d go through when you witness another one of his unpredictable tendencies.

Like right now.

“Please say something,” he laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck while you can only gape at him.

“Purple.” You blurt.

He blinks before his eyes dart upwards as his finger twiddles a few strands of hair between them.

“Yeah,” he hums, “It looks a little blue in some lights, though.”

You nod your head slowly, still processing what is probably the lesser surprising one between the two things that have you double-taking at his figure when you first greeted him at your door.

“That’s … not all,” you say slowly.

Jungkook offers you a lopsided grin that stirs something in your belly, and you don’t know if it’s his hair, or the fact that he’s starting to wear shorter sleeves as the weather begins to get hotter; his tattoos on display as it trails upon his arm—or if it was because of the—

“Eyebrow piercing?” He raises a brow, particularly the one with the eyebrow piercing as it glints under the natural sunlight that filters in the hallway, “So. Do you like it?” He asks, smile still small as he leans in for you to get a better look.

Your breath hitches when his face gets closer, but not enough for it to be insinuative in any way. It was just you and your weak-willed nature whenever it came to Jungkook. You hoped that he wasn’t able to see the way that your ears undoubtedly redden under the proximity.

“What matters is if you like it, Jungkook,” you remind him softly, shyly looking down to your feet.

He sighs, resting an arm against your doorway in a way that makes him look as large as the width of your door. His gaze is still calm and steady, lips curled ever so slightly as he rests his eyes on you.

“I know. But I care if you like it or not,” he retorts.

You scoff, waving him off, but a small grin still threatens itself onto your face.

“Well you shouldn’t,” you huff.

“Why not?” He hums as he cards a hand through his hair. Even if it’s a bright colour and you’re sure that it required copious amounts of bleach and hours at the salon to get the final result—it still looks soft when he swifts through the locks.

“Because,” you lull, “My opinion doesn’t matter. If you like it and you think it’s pretty then that’s more than enough.”

He clicks his tongue against his cheek before his eyes dart down. You’re still avoiding his gaze because you weren’t ready to have your senses assaulted with the way he’s crowding you in the doorway of your own home.

“You’re trying really hard not to compliment me right now,” he teases.

“I am not!” You splutter, ears turning red. Your eyes dart to your feet. “… but if it matters then … I like it. It’s pretty.”

Jungkook’s grin is nothing short of wide when his head reaches out to smooth your hair out of your face that forces you to look up at him. You attempt to keep your heart beat at bay, even if the way he looks pleased with your futile trial of complimenting him. In reality, you thought it looked more than just pretty. Jungkook looked … hot. He was already attractive as he was, and his confident yet quiet nature made him exponentially hotter—but his long, purple hair and the new eyebrow piercing just made him even sexier.

“It matters.” He smiles, cocking his head to the side as you bashfully step aside to allow him to enter your apartment.

He settles in like he’s the missing piece to the lonely nights you spend on your dining table studying away for a test or an exam. And you suppose that Jungkook’s always fit right in, wherever you were. He was a comfortable presence in your life, even when the two of you were in high school and he’d come over for tutoring lessons. Or when it’d be just you and him in your mother’s car while you taught him how to drive.

Jungkook’s somehow always filled in the other seat in your life when there called for two. Even when you note that he still sits on one foot while the other hangs off the couch, a habit he’s had since he was young, or the way that he’s still stupidly polite not to sprawl himself across your couch like Jimin and Taehyung did whenever they were over. Jungkook’s always been there and you were always there to see.

“So … what’s up?” His voice interrupts the daydream that got you a little more soft than you’d like. You shake your head as you shut the door behind you, turning around to fully face Jungkook.

“The ceiling?” You reply lamely, a soft chuckle escaping your lips when you see him roll his eyes.

“Ha ha,” he mocks, “I meant if there was anything you wanted to talk about. You know—since you texted me to come over.” He finishes with a raise of his brow.

You still as your brain processes his words. You did text him first. You had just finished a lengthy meeting with the student union and didn’t feel like studying just yet—and you just so happened to have been thinking about Jungkook when you caught a glimpse of your phone (when were you not).

You didn’t have a reason, even if your conscience would argue that you did and it was because you missed him. Even if you were the one that needed time. Your heart and mind wanted two different things, but they both revolved around Jungkook. So, you compromised and settled for a simple text.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, shuffling towards your couch as you plop in the loveseat across from him.

He ogles the way that you chose a seat that wasn’t the one that he was sat on. He doesn’t point it out, though. Instead, a firm line settles on his lips before he leans back to your couch, eyes still trained on your figure.

“You don’t need to sound so shy,” he says, “I’ll always come if you’re the one that’s asking.”

Your eyes widen when your head darts up. When you look at him, you swear that you’d melt because he was looking at you with mirth dancing in his eyes. The somewhat dim lighting of your living room made him look so … cosy. He looked more comfortable, probably knowing that you weren’t going to nag at him for manspreading at the way you can only stare. You don’t know if it’s on purpose but you’re sure it is—but Jungkook’s eyebrow piercing is strategically exposed when he raises a brow, flicking his bangs aside. Your brain short-circuits.

“It’s not—I’m not—I’m not …” You stutter when he catches you looking like a deer caught in headlights. But all he does is let out a deep chuckle before reaching an arm out.

You stare at the arm that extends itself, eyes trailing up the limb as you gawk at his tattoos. He wasn’t one to flaunt, even though he didn’t pretend like he didn’t have any. So even your friends didn’t catch much of his tattoos unless he was at the gym or changing during practices with the way he practically lived in long sleeves. But now, it was just you and him, in your living room while he practically invites you over with his smile and doe eyes.

“Come ere’,” he mumbles as you continue to stare, “Next to me, please.”

You blink a few times when you realise that he’s beckoning you over with the arm that’s extended. You buffer for a second when he continues to smile at you with that easy grin of his, the one that’s both able to calm you and reduce you into a mess of nerves. But after a few beats, your limbs start moving at their own accord as you push yourself off the couch, slowly inching towards Jungkook and the empty spot next to him where you plop down into.

“Here?” You ask softly.

He laughs, and it’s a nice sound. Your mind had been muffled ever since he first showed up with that new hairstyle of his and that Godforsaken eyebrow piercing, and now when he looks at you like you were the only thing that he’s ever wanted—your heart can’t take it.

“Closer.” He encourages with a tilt of his head. Then, he delivers the final blow. “Just wanna hold you.”

You freeze, hands stilling on the plush of your couch as you were about to shift closer. The words are still processing in your mind even if you knew exactly what he said and what he meant. The heat on your face was definitely proof of that.

“Oh my God, don’t just say that!” You cry, burying your head into the back of the couch when you turn away from him.

Jungkook’s still laughing at you, hands clutching his stomach instead of trying to reach out for you as you whine into the fabric. He was killing you and your poor heart, and he was doing a damn good job at it. He didn’t need to do much because his presence was always enough to reduce you to absolutely nothing and a pile of mush.

It was this ambiguous back and forth that you’ve settled into with Jungkook after your last serious conversation that had your heart weaker and softer than ever. Every moment you spent with him, even in the crowd of your friends—you knew what you wanted. But there was still an irrational (and insecure) part of you that wanted to wait. To see if he actually meant his confession or was he driven by desperation to keep a friend close.

You should’ve had faith in Jungkook the way he blindly and willingly put in you. Even if you were the more unstable one between the two of you. But your mind worked endlessly to remind you of what the two of you shared, and who you had to share him with—and how she was everything that you weren’t.

“I’m sorry!” He laughs, and you feel a hand reach around your waist to tug you upwards as you squeak at his show of strength. “Was that too much?” He asks softly when you’re facing him, face definitely still flushed as you avoid his face and opt to stare at the chain around his neck.

Even that was making your insides feel funny.

“No …” You mumble, leaning forward until your forehead is pressed against his chest as his fingers drum against your waist. “I’m just shy.”

He chuckles.

“You don’t have to be shy.” He tells you, “It’s just me.”

You blink up and narrow your eyes at him.

“That’s not fair! You can’t just turn up to my house looking like—that—and expect me to be fine!” You huff, gesturing towards his entire frame as he simply listens with an amused raise of his brow.

He tilts his head to the side and even has the audacity to look confused when he smirks at you.

“Me? What did I do? It’s just hair dye and a piercing.”

You huff.

“It’s just hair dye and a piercing,” you repeat in a low voice, clearly meant to represent him as his face scrunches adorably at your impression of him.

“That’s not how I sound like.” He deadpans.

You stick your chin up snootily with a satisfied smile.

“You so do. You sound that dumb with what you just said.” You retort petulantly.

Jungkook stares at you for one long second before he’s pulling you flush against his chest with a wide grin on his face as he attempts to smother you with his arm. You squeal when you feel his fingers around your waist as he squeezes the flesh. He manoeuvres his way around your body until you’re perched on his lap, hands reaching out against his chest so that you could establish some distance (which you fail miserably at).

The room is filled with your gasps and Jungkook’s cackles, and with the way he’s crowding your body with his own—all you can smell is Jungkook. He smells fresh, as always. Especially since he chooses to opt-out of cologne and pays favourable attention to the type of laundry detergent, body wash and shampoo that he uses that gives him the boyish, clean and charming natural scent that he has. And it drives you insane.

So when you look up at him through your lashes in a break when Jungkook’s heaving at how he’s attempted to tickle you, and all you can see is how good he looks with his purple hair paired with the way he unconsciously licks at his lips to wet them; and the eyebrow piercing and tattoos. You melt—and so does your filter.

“Can I suck your dick?”

Granted, that isn’t a question you pose after he’s just tickled you in good faith while giggling away with his doe-eyes, or even the way his hands are placed at a respectful distance away from your bum. And it definitely isn’t a question that Jungkook’s expecting because his eyes shoot wide open, while his foot kicks up hard enough that it crashes against your coffee table.

“W-What?!” He cries, hands gripping your shoulder to push you away so that he can get a proper look at your face.

And it’s on fire.

But you can’t take back your words, especially when Jungkook’s looking like he demands some sort of explanation.

“I—I …” You stutter but your body is lax in his, and your thighs are still straddling Jungkook’s. You aren’t stupid or that naive, so you definitely know the firmness that presses against your inner thigh is a sign that he’s not opposed to your proposition.

Before you can say anything with how your mouth fails you, Jungkook snaps up until your foreheads nearly crash against each other as he presses his palms against your cheeks, staring you intently in the eye until you’re squirming under the scrutiny.

“I don’t hate it.” He assures you softly, but his eyebrows are furrowed. “But I need to hear it from you that you know what you’re saying.”

You blink at him and all Jungkook does is wait for you patiently. What were you saying? That you wanted to suck his dick? You did. You wanted to do a lot of things to and with Jungkook. Curse him for turning up looking the way he did and meddling with your restraint on needing time. But there was a brewing feeling of need in your chest that wants to please Jungkook, that wants to see him quiver under your tongue the way he has had you before. They weren’t all pleasant memories, purely because your poor heart has had to fight to disassociate your feelings from pleasure when you couldn’t do it.

But you’ve never made Jungkook feel good, at least in the way he was able to do for you.

“I-I—” you mumble, eyes darting everywhere but Jungkook’s gaze doesn’t waver at all. You take a deep breath, nibbling on your lips as your eyes dart up to the ceiling before they return to his face. He’s still waiting. “I want to. I really do.” You assure him, your own hands reaching out to clutch at his collar.

Jungkook’s cock twitches in his pants, and you feel it. You give an experimental swivel of your hips because you know it must feel good for Jungkook. And it does with the way his breath hitches, but his hands leave your face to grab at your hips to stop your motions. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, but all Jungkook does is sigh.

“You don’t have to …” he whispers, “I—you said you needed time and I don’t want to ruin this. What we have.”

You purse your lips.

“I know I said I needed time but I want to, Jungkook,” you tell him seriously, “What happened before was a product of our miscommunication but it’s different now,” your eyes are firm when they stare into his, your face leaning forward for emphasis, “Unless you don’t want me to—”

“Baby, no,” he reaches out to pull you closer to his chest, “I do. God—I can’t think of anything else but … I don’t want to fuck this up.” His eyes flutter shut as he rests his forehead against your breast bone. It’s not sexual at all, and you can hear the genuine frustration that laces Jungkook’s voice.

“You won’t,” you say softly, reaching a hand through his hair, “I want to learn. I want to learn how to make you feel good too.” You whisper.

Jungkook releases a low groan that makes your stomach clench in desire. You realise that throughout the escapades that the two of you have engaged in, you were the vocal one purely in the sense that you were whining, moaning and sobbing in pleasure at Jungkook’s doing. But Jungkook was vocal in the way he spoke to you. Even if it was mean and you found yourself crying after it happened because he pretended that you didn’t exist—there was something about the way he guides you through your highs in that raspy voice of his that made you cum harder each time.

“You’re serious?” He asks, finally looking up to confirm with you.

You nod your head.

“Dead.”

He nibbles on his lips, as his eyebrows scrunch in focus. He was heavily contemplating your offer and even if you never propositioned any male to suck his dick before, you’ve never heard of a case where they’d be hesitant to receive one. But you and Jungkook were different. You knew what you felt for him, and he knew what he felt for you—and somehow that made your odd request all the more important for the both of you.

“We’ll be okay, right?” He asks hesitantly, afraid. Your eyes soften as you nod.

“I want this, Jungkook.” You tell him again, and you’d repeat it as much as you can for him to know.

He sighs deeply.

“If at any point you feel … overwhelmed … just say the word and we’ll stop, okay?” He says, holding you by the shoulder while he hardens his eyes at you in seriousness. You nod your head as you scramble off his lap in a motion fast enough that Jungkook can’t process it.

Before the both of you know it, you’re on your knees, settled in between his legs as you peer up at him. Your heart was thundering in your chest because you had no idea what the fuck you were doing, but you wanted to do this. All because of that damn hair and piercing of his.

“Your knees,” he murmurs, attempting to tug you up but you’re stubborn when you stay rooted in position, eyebrows furrowed in determination as your jaw ticks.

“Isn’t this how it goes?”

“They’re going to hurt,” he points out.

You roll your eyes before narrowing them at him.

“Do you usually complain this much before you get your dick sucked or what?” You snap, patience wearing awfully thin.

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your blunt statement, especially when you reach out to rest your palms on his thighs.

“I don’t mean …” he mumbles, hands gripping the couch because he’s too afraid to touch you, “It’s not like that and you know it.”

You sigh, leaning your cheek against his kneecap and he feels his heart go into overdrive. It was different, with you. This wasn’t just another girl that wanted to suck his dick for his approval or whatever—this was the girl of his dreams, readily waiting to learn how he liked it. Though he’d argue that he’d like anything you do to him because his love-glasses blinded him that way. But there was still fear ebbing away at his heart, terrified at screwing it up even if you were the proposer in this case.

“Jungkook, I’m not going to disappear on you after this,” you say softly, still peering up at him, “I want this.”

Your heart tightens when he hesitantly reaches out to rest a hand between strands of your hair as he tilts your head upwards. Something about just sitting between his legs as they sprawl out wider to accommodate your body seems do domestic and intimate. Even the context of the situation makes you tingle from your fingertips all the way to your toes—you were here to learn, from Jungkook; on what he liked and didn’t.

You didn’t plan this. Admittedly you and Yena have talked on more than one occasion about how you really wanted to sleep with Jungkook—you didn’t have a timeline for it. It felt weird to put a date to it so you shoved the thoughts aside even if they popped up every once in a while. This just so happened to be one of those moments where your mind ventures into a more explicit territory whenever you were with Jungkook.

“I know you need time but …” his eyes flutter shut before he leans his head back into the seat—eyes staring up at the ceiling as if he was searching for answers that he didn’t have with himself. You wait because you suppose that’s the least you could do when you made him wait for you while you attempted to deal with your own feelings. When he looks down, his eyes are gentle yet resolute, “You know I love you, right?”

He sounds nervous even if he’s said it before. But the words don’t fail to make you flush or evoke the tremble in your ribcage—a signal from your body that tells you that it’s only Jeon Jungkook that could ever make you feel this way.

“God,” you huff, but the corners of your lip twitch and that’s enough to tell Jungkook that you did. You knew. “Can you teach me? Please?”

You’re pressing forward again, eagerly shifting on your knees as Jungkook takes one long look at you as if he was memorising this image to eternity. When he decides he’s satisfied, he rests into the seat before gently coaxing your hands away from his thighs and towards his—

“Start here,” he guides with a low voice, large palm encasing your smaller ones as you feel the metal of his zipper come into contact with your skin.

You blush, but you were an overachiever for a reason. The potential embarrassment of fumbling is tucked away in your mind, your only concern and fascination lie with the fact that Jungkook’s already hard that you feel him brush against your wrist.

“Don’t you need to get hard?” You ask softly.

Jungkook blinks before he’s giving you that devastating smile of his, the one where only one corner of his lips turn up into an amused grin while you tilt your head at him in an inquisitive manner.

“I’m really hard right now,” he assures you; and to prove his point, his hand guides yours over the outline of his cock. You gasp because it’s the first time you’ve felt anything but your own intimates in your grasp.

You involuntarily squeeze your thighs together, appreciating the way that Jungkook’s beginning to bite on his lips while he focuses his attention purely on you. You knew just from feeling alone that Jungkook was not your averagely-sized male.

“O-Oh,” you breathe when your hands begin to work at their own accord—slowly unbuttoning his jeans, working your way down the zipper. The entire time, you’re occasionally looking up for any signs of approval from Jungkook, the resolved student in you needing appraisal from your teacher. And he picks up on your prompts, smiling at you gently even as his breath begins to turn uneven at the way you’re still gently pulling his pants down.

“You’re doing great,” his hand cards through your hair until his thumb reaches your cheek, rubbing a gentle motion to be paired with his words.

You smile to yourself, feeling more confident to tug his jeans down his thighs. You knew that Jungkook was well-built, it was a fact given that he was an athlete who frequented the gym more than any place on campus. He had impeccable stamina, even before he took football seriously—but the way that his thighs clench under your clammy hands only prove your point. But all you can really focus on is the outline of his cock from his boxers.

“Can I …?” You ask hesitantly, reaching out to tug at the hem of his boxers.

Before you can do anything, his hand stops your wrist as you immediately pause in your ministrations. Your eyes widen, fully ready to pull away in case you did something wrong. What if he didn’t like it? What if he changed his mind or that you were bad—?

“Stop thinking,” he chides, “I want this. I love your hands, anything that you do,” he whispers in reassurance as you swallow. “How about you feel me first? Over the boxers. Baby steps.”

You exhale, nodding your head as your hand reaches to cup his length in your hand. You gasp in tandem with Jungkook, feeling the heat radiate from his dick as you give an experimental squeeze. You look up to gauge his reaction, and you suppose it’s good with the way his breath hitches. He doesn’t say anything and you take that as your cue to continue, your hand squeezing tighter upwards, right before your thumb rubs over what you think is the tip.

“It’s wet,” you blurt.

You’re about to hastily apologise because who the hell points that out before giving someone a blowjob?

“Yeah,” he releases a shaky breath, “I’m so hard right now you have no idea.” He laughs, throwing his head back.

You don’t say anything else, but you continue to work your way up and down his length over the cloth—and for some reason, you feel like it never ends. The heat from his cock, the stirring in your belly or the wetness that begins to accumulate between your own thighs. His hand rests in your hair in a gentle way, simply remaining there as he allows you to have your way on his cock.

That realisation makes you feel the need to go further, so you do. You squeeze until you reach the base of his cock, and you feel the outline of his balls. You briefly read online that some guys liked it when you squeezed—so you did. And Jungkook nearly lurches forward and knees you in the face when you do.

“Fuck, baby,” he chokes in a laugh.

“Sorry,” you mumble, but your heart isn’t there when you grin in satisfaction to yourself. The term of endearment doesn’t fall onto deaf ears either, and it shoots straight to your core.

Deciding that you weren’t happy with just fondling him above his boxers, in one swift motion; said fabric now drapes over his thighs and you’re welcomed with the sight of Jungkook’s engorged cock staring you straight in the face.

You assume it’s bad taste to just stare at someone’s intimates as if you were dissecting the anatomy right as you were about to get down to business. But you couldn’t help it. Jungkook had such a … pretty looking cock. You don’t know if penises could look aesthetic nor were you going to be superficial and say that penises should look a certain way. But he had such a pretty cock and it only made you want to shove it all the way down your throat. But your inexperience tells you to relax because you weren’t about to embarrass yourself like that.

“Do you … hate it?” Jungkook asks tentatively.

He wasn’t particularly an insecure person. He knew he was good looking and had a great body—he worked hard for it! But that’s because he never cared about anyone and what they had to say enough for it to affect his self-confidence. But you were the one person that he’s sought for validation ever since he was just a teenage boy, before the muscles and the confidence he’s developed over the years.

Especially when he was so hard that he thinks he’s going to bust a nut the second your mouth touches his cock—the way that you’re staring only makes him anxious.

“You’re really big,” you tell him, eyes peering up, “And pretty.”

Jungkook blushes. He can’t believe it but the fact that he’s the one that’s flustered when you were the ‘inexperienced’ one only goes to show how whipped he was. He almost laughs, but your hand is touching his bare cock and he nearly chokes at the firm grip you immediately take. He really almost laughs, because even now—you were a quick learner, an observant student who already probably knew what he liked.

Your hands twist upwards when you jerk him off, and Jungkook tries his best to keep his hips at bay even if he’s letting out low groans the tighter you squeeze. Your eyes occasionally dart up to observe his reactions, and you’re pleased to see that his mouth is slightly agape whenever his breathless pants leave them. You didn’t know that pleasuring someone else could feel this fulfilling for yourself—but you liked it. You liked the way he felt in your hand, the precum that oozes out from his tip that taints your fingers—and you especially liked the way his head is thrown back while the grip in your hair tightens simultaneously.

“You could spit on it,” his shaky voice interrupts your mental dialogue as you look up at him. He cocks his chin towards his cock as you were hyper-focused on his length. You note that you barely could wrap your fists around him and that you needed the help of both hands.

“Would you like that?” You ask.

He nods.

“It chafes when it’s dry,” he points out.

You open your mouth in acknowledgement as you nod your head slowly. You remember when he had spit on your pussy, and even if it was in the heat of the moment and you were already wet enough—you liked it. But you also note that the way you’re jerking him off his dry so you rev the spit up in the back of your throat before you lean forward, allowing the glob of spit to drop down his cock.

The breathless groan that he lets out immediately shoots to your core as you peer up at him. He’s already looking at you do, and you feel compelled to shoot him a small smile. And when you do, he groans even if your hands have momentarily stilled as you raise a brow at his reaction.

“How are you still so cute,” he huffs.

You blink.

“Are you really calling me cute right before I’m about to suck your dick?” You deadpan.

He sighs, but his hand rubs a gentle circle on your head.

“It’s a good thing,” he promises, “Can’t you feel how hard I am right now? You could breathe near my dick and I’d probably nut.”

You snort, even if the compliment is super boyish and very Jungkook—you feel your heart swell. You’re both terrified and how you’re reacting to his simple words, but the cheesy grin he sends you from above only makes your stomach feel lighter and your heart soar higher.

“So how do you like it?” You ask.

It’s a little too odd to be having this conversation as your hand continues to work lazily on Jungkook’s cock. He seems to not mind, especially when his hips occasionally buck upwards to chase the feeling. He blinks in an attempt to focus on your query and not how good your hand feels around him, even if it’s in a rest.

“How about you just start with the tip?” He suggests.

You nod your head before you lean forward, and you don’t know if Jungkook feels it—but your heartbeat is beating rapidly against your chest. You’re not … scared, but you’re also a little scared. Mostly because it’s a foreign territory and you’re unsure how it’d taste (even if Yena warned you from having high hopes). But Jungkook ate relatively healthy and drank a lot of water; and worked out regularly.

You finally kiss the tip, and Jungkook just about melts, cock twitching at the contact as you stick your tongue out to take a tentative lick of the precum that oozes out from his hip. It’s not pleasant, nor is it anything to puke over. You’re partial to it, mostly because you’re super turned on and you like the way that Jungkook seems to be eagerly waiting while his other fist that isn’t in your hair grabs at the couch in anticipation.

You don’t intend to be that erotic, but you don’t break eye contact even when you envelop the tip into your mouth. It’s the widest part of Jungkook, and it’s already a pleasant stretch to your lips when you run your tongue on the underside of his cockhead.

“Y-You sure you n-need me to—ah—teach you?” He asks breathlessly when you use your free hand to jerk the base of his cock.

You hum around his length, and Jungkook groans in tandem, hips jerking upwards in response as you feel his cock briefly drag against the roof of your mouth. He’s about to apologise, especially when he leans forward, but you briefly release him to shake your head.

“I’m a big girl,” you tell him with a grin.

Jungkook chuckles before resting back. He can’t quite believe that you’re on your knees right in front of him, sucking his dick like an obedient student. It’s eerily similar to many of his high school wet dreams, and it probably exceeds them with the way you’re sucking him back into your mouth; slowly inching your way further until you’re halfway down.

Your mouth is hot, and in fact—a dream. It’s probably the fact that it’s you that Jungkook feels all his senses be elevated in a way he’s never felt before. It was the way that his heart soars in his chest while his stomach caves in when he feels your tongue swipe under his shaft.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he croons, hand carding tenderly through your hair, “Be careful of your teeth.” He adds on when he feels the scrape of them against his cock.

He didn’t hate it, but he rather enjoys the softness of your mouth without the fear of you chewing his dick off.

You look up at him apologetically, but he only returns it with a half-hearted smile—purely because your hand is working its way on what you can’t fit into your mouth just yet. You’re an impeccable learner, and Jungkook thinks that he didn’t need to guide you at all with the way you’re doing everything just right. Or maybe it’s his love-sick mind that makes everything feel infinitely better. Maybe other guys wouldn’t like it—but his heart only drops when the thought arrives. He wanted to be the only person that could feel your mouth this way.

Your tongue is working hard when it continues to slobber against his cock. And he doesn’t know if you’re doing it on purpose, but you’re messy when you vacuum your cheeks—spit pooling at the sides of your mouth when you bob your head up and down. All Jungkook can feel is your mouth, and beads of sweat are already accumulating at his hairline while his breathing turns uneven with the only things escaping his lips are moans and groans.

You’re enjoying the way that Jungkook looks like he’s slowly losing control of himself and his tongue. All he’s doing is moaning, even the grip in your hair tightens when he unconsciously pushes your head further down on his cock. You realised that sucking dick wasn’t that theoretical as you thought it was. You were simply observant, gauged what made Jungkook’s breath hitch, what he didn’t react much to—and you knew for a fact that he appreciated the slobber.

And the spit. And the squelches of your lips meeting his cock. You did, too. It’s almost embarrassing to admit, but you were drenched just by observing Jungkook’s reactions. That only spurs you on further when you work harder, hand reaching down to cup his balls as you hear Jungkook release a breathy whimper. The sound immediately shoots to your core as you let out a moan of your own.

“Fuck,” he gasps, “You’re fucking evil.”

He’s breathlessly laughing, but you don’t let it hinder your actions. If anything, his words drive you further when you push his cock further into the cavern of your mouth, the gasp leaving his lips a sign that he probably didn’t expect that. You feel his stomach clench when you continue to bob your head up and down, and you’re giving yourself a mental pat on the back at the way you’re able to labour your own breathing through your nose. You were a natural if you did say so yourself.

“M’ gonna cum,” he mumbles through a moan, hand tightening around your hair as you take that as a sign to squeeze his balls harder. His hips jerk, hitting the back of your throat that has you briefly gagging around his cock. The visual and the sound sends Jungkook into overdrive, his balls feeling heavier by the second and in desperate need of release. He wants to apologise, but you don’t seem to mind with the way you continue to hollow your cheeks and function around his length.

“Where can I—fuck—where can I cum?” He rushes his words out, shallowly thrusting into your mouth as you hum around his cock.

He pulls out by pushing you back with a firm palm on your shoulder as your eyes widen, and when he’s shooting ropes of cum onto your face as it drips down your neck. You weren’t sure if he was supposed to cum that much, but it keeps on coming as you sit there obediently with your mouth open, in case it lands anywhere else. Jungkook’s groaning above you as he jerks himself off through the last bits of his orgasm, his hazy eyes darkening further when he spots the white that paints your face.

“I thought guys liked it if we swallowed?” You tilt your head to the side and Jungkook thinks he’s about to die.

“You’re actually going to kill me if you do that. So no. Not today.” He snorts, relaxing back into the couch as his post-nut clarity starts to hit him. He stares at the ceiling, feeling immensely satiated.

“This is like a facial at the spa,” you mention off-handedly as you climb up between his thighs, cum still staining your face. And Jungkook can’t believe it, but he thinks you look so cute painted with his cum. It’s a primal instinct the way that his eyes linger longer, feeling territorial with the way that he’s the only one that gets to see you like this.

“You’re so weird,” he snickers but you pout at him. And you do the next thing that gives Jungkook a heart attack.

Your tongue swipes over your lips where some cum remains, and even if his cock is flaccid—he feels it twitch in interest.

“Not bad. A little salty but overall … meh,” you shrug your shoulders as Jungkook gawks at you.

“You …” he trails off, “God.”

You smile up at him, all innocent as if you didn’t just give him the suck of his life—as your first time sucking dick.

“So? How was it?” You ask eagerly, leaning into his chest. He wants to ask about the cum that’s drying on your face, but you don’t seem to mind. You were so weird, but that only makes his heart grow fonder.

“Do you conduct feedback sessions after every blowjob?” He asks sarcastically.

You roll your eyes, “Do you want me to? I mean—I could offer my services elsewhere—”

Jungkook pinches your hip in retaliation, the insinuation making him growl as you snicker. He can only stare at you in amusement, especially when you’re still grinning up at him. Gone was the shy girl that proposed this, even if he noticed the flush on your cheeks and on the tip of your ears. It was insane how you took a one-eighty, but Jungkook appreciated it. He appreciated you.

“Ten out of ten. Magnificent. Absolutely life-changing. Thought I saw the gates of heaven for a second.” He teases.

You roll your eyes but a small smile appears on your face as you glance down to fiddle with your fingers. Jungkook can only stare at you, and he can’t fully describe this feeling but his heart feels so … full. So completed, even if you sucked his dick. He’s always felt this way, but there was something about you being wrapped in his arms after you had his dick in your mouth that made Jungkook go crazy. Crazy enough for him to blurt out the next thing on his mind.

“I want to be with you.” He blurts.

Your eyes dart up in shock as they widen. But Jungkook is as resolute as ever, a dopey grin still on his face.

“W-What?” You stutter.

He reaches for your hand, still slightly sticky with the slick from his cock but he doesn’t care. Not when you intertwine your fingers with his so seamlessly, so easily like you were meant to do so.

“I want to be with you. In whatever way you want to have me.” He murmurs, peering straight into your eyes.

Your heart stutters in your chest as you try to find the words to respond with. But you can’t. Your mind is still recovering from what you just did, and your heart is soaring. But there’s a part of you that’s hesitant. You knew it was unfair, for making Jungkook wait—but you were still scared. You were scared that he’d get bored of you, or what the two of you share one day. He may be ready to leave it all behind, but you don’t think you could deal with having to say goodbye to Jungkook in that way.

And it’s as if he can read your hesitation, he brings your intertwined hands to his lips before pressing a kiss to your knuckles, eyes still soft when they remain on your frozen state,

“I’ll wait,” he says softly, “For as long as you need me to. Until you’re ready.”

“J-Jungkook …” you mumble, flustered when you look away.

He nudges his nose against your cheek, pressing a smile to your jaw as you hum in embarrassment.

“I fucked up.” He says. You’re about to interrupt but he seems to have his own things to say. “I said things that hurt you. I did things that hurt you and I can’t ever forgive myself for that. I know you’re not punishing me and I never once thought that way. Even if that isn’t the case, the least I can do is wait. Not only because of what I did but because no matter what—I want to do this right this time.”

He looks up to you and his gaze is so earnest that it makes the words get trapped in your throat while you stare at him.

He smiles, soft and gentle when he rubs a thumb across your cheek.

“I’m serious about this. About you. Even if you decide that you don’t want this or that your feelings have changed … I’ll still be here.”

Jungkook takes your breath away as you gape at him. The silence he leaves you with only makes you reaffirm your stance on how you feel for him. Yet, you can’t give him an answer now. Not when your mind still remains hesitant, and Jungkook didn’t deserve hesitant. Even if he’s hurt you—he didn’t deserve your confusion. Neither of you did.

You lean into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. It’s intimate this way, the way that his cum dries on your face and that his dick is still out. It’s almost funny, but Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d wait—for as long as he had to. And he’d do it over and over again, for you.

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[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga >:) pt. 3

more and more paragraphs ahead.  BE PREPARED!

i’m also writing this at 3 am so please bear with the horrendous grammar and punctuation.

chapter 63

i know he’s probably like this with everyone but i love how excited he is bragging about his students to her.  he’s like a child telling his mother about an amazing adventure he had with his friends, making sure he mentions every detail.  in the anime, their conversation lasted for 3:41 :3 backwards 341 is 143 which means i love you.  

1 letter = i

4 letters = love

3 letters = you

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i love her fit!  i also like how both of them like to wear baggy clothing that accentuates their collarbones `w` it’s like they’re matching in a way.  even if she did tell him to cut the crap, she still let him run his mouth to his content LOL i feel like if he didn’t compliment himself at the end, she would have said something different.  UGH HE LOOKS SO HAPPY CALLING HER

 ah, let me translate the conversation just in case anyone needs it.

utahime: you wanted to talk about the investigation, right?

gojo: well, got any idea who?

utahime: i have no idea.  no one seems suspicious.  what do we do now?  should we ask the students for help?

gojo: yeah, that’s fine.  i’m busy so asking the kids would be okay.  keep looking.  i’m counting on you.

I THINK THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE TRYING TO SAY.

OR it could mean that she’s asking if they should start investigating the students.  it would make sense either way because gojo says in the next panel that he doesn’t want to assume that the mole is a student, and in chapter 79, gojo sends the trio to utahime to help her.  

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these two love their students to death.  neither of them wanted to assume that the mole was a student.  in chapter 79, when utahime is talking to the trio about the mole, nobara points out to the group that the traitor must be from kyoto because utahime is the one who’s reaching out to the tokyo side.  utahime has a dismal look on her face, almost like she’s saying, “i didn’t want it to turn out this way -- for this to be true.”  after mechamaru says his farewells to miwa on the train, mai tries to talk about what he did to which utahime says, “it doesn’t matter, he’s dead, after all,” with a similar sunken expression.  i just love how her care for the students is one of the biggest aspects of her personality that’s been showcased so far.  it’s also cool how it ties together with gojo’s belief that no child’s youth should be taken away.  i truly think these two have the capacity to understand each other to a deep level, down to the core.  seeing as utahime is also a teacher, it’s safe to assume that she also wants to raise the next generation of sorcerers to be strong.  utahime and gojo’s similarities and contrasting elements are so interwined, i really wonder if it’s intentional.  like am i looking too much into this?  are utahime and gojo really meant to be this connected?  think about it.  similar motivations, care of the kids, contrasting palettes, the bickering, long history.  IT’S JUST TOO MUCH. 

also can we mention how their phone calls and meetings must be heavily planned out?  this means they’ve talked and interacted with each other A LOT behind the scenes.  she doesn’t answer his call with “what do you want?  don’t bother me on my day off.”  she knows exactly why he’s calling her and they even speak in code.  she probably meets up with him and tells him to call her on a specific day and at a specific time.  they must know each other’s schedules very well in order to execute this investigation in complete secrecy.  when he says, “we can never be too sure who is listening in around utahime” it implies that they find calling a risk, so in order to guarantee that there is no one around, they have to meet up in person.  see where i’m getting at?  they talk A LOTTT and most likely are aware of each other’s daily lives.  

the fact that gojo is her main source of stress when he’s literally a 3 hour train ride away from her is hilarious LMAOOOO.  you know what that means, right?  he must call and text her constantly about random things to annoy her.  

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ah yes, my favorite moment by far.  look at that smile on his face.  

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he loves saying her name.  he probably rushed over with the sole purpose of doing something like this to her LMAOOOO like i mean, mei was in there with her so technically they both needed to be helped but judging from his words and expression, he only wanted to help utahime.  notice how mei’s not there in the debris.  could she possibly have suspected gojo’s presence or an outside force?  or was she fast enough to avoid being in the debris?  either way, her lack of presence in this scene helps highlight the fact that this is a special interaction between utahime and gojo.  he refers to her in a very familiar sense.  the most formal way to address someone is by their last name followed by the honorific, -san.  in gojo’s case, he should be calling her iori-san if they weren’t acquainted.  he doesn’t even bother to call her utahime-senpai.  granted, gojo is not the most respectful and socially competent person out there because geto points this out to him.  he isn’t even aware that she finds him annoying because he views her bad attitude toward him as her just playing along with him.  he probably thinks she’s flirting back LOLOL

since he asks her “you cryin?” that definitely means that gojo witnessed her crying on one occasion or maybe multiple.  who knows, the old utahime could have been a very emotional person.  while this is happening, mei is close to gojo, she then asks him if he would console her if she were to cry in a flirtatious manner.  gojo dismisses her attempt at flirting with him and says she won’t cry because she’s strong.  now normally, you’re supposed to face the person you’re talking to, GOJO.  he KEEPS his eyes on her even when more people come to join the conversation.  

now, we can all agree that geto, mei, and shoko are better at picking up social cues than gojo.  they probably knew the vibe of the conversation and decided to play along with gojo’s antics.  

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WE were worried about you.

pay attention to the order of the characters that show up.  gojo makes his appearance first, then geto, followed by shoko.  based on utahime’s reaction to seeing shoko, it’s evident that these two share a close bond.  shouldn’t shoko be the one to arrive on the scene first?  she’s the closest to utahime and would therefore be more concerned about her condition, right?  i know shoko’s technique doesn’t really allow her to do anything other than treat the wounds of others, but if you heard your friend was missing, you would definitely rush to the scene.  

look at geto’s reaction when mei says, “you’re the one who’s picking on her, geto.  you don’t even know it.”  i think it’s mei who’s saying this because gojo calls geto “suguru”.  but anyway, mei is aware that they’re picking on her.  i don’t think she’s the type to legitimately bully someone for their strength.  her reaction to all of this is very playful and her “heh heh heh” is proof of that.  when geto shows up and swallows the curse before it gets to utahime, he says, “satoru.  it’s not nice to pick on the weak.”  by saying this, he pisses utahime off because he too, is joining in on gojo’s joke.  i believe he’s unaware that he’s making fun of utahime because his reaction is “gah!” with a sweatdrop.  he probably thought gojo was making fun of weak people in general.  

geto’s usually a gentleman seeing as it is canon that he is more popular with girls than gojo.  BUT WHO KNOWS...you gotta be a specific type of person to be best friends with gojo.  maybe he ain’t shit too...  okay, my point is that everyone is just playing along.  when shoko shows up, utahime is relieved to see her because shoko doesn’t tease her like this.  since utahime tells shoko to not become like those two, this implies that geto teases her as well (probably not as much as gojo).  we all know geto is really big on looking out for the weak so he probably wouldn’t have insulted her for real.  

verdict: utahime being weak is just a joke.  i’ve mentioned this so many times, sorry if it’s getting annoying and repetitive hehehehehe...

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these three aren’t irresponsible.  geto and gojo are a troublesome duo for sure, but they’re dependable.  seems unlike them to forget something so simple and essential to pretty much every mission.   

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here’s my headcanon.  they were hanging outside or in the car when their assistant manager got a call.  the assistant was informed that two days have elapsed since mei and utahime went on their mission (or last contacted someone).  

gojo: that’s weird.  mei’s with her so they should have finished exorcising the spirit sooner.

geto: you think something happened to them?  maybe it’s a strong special grade.

gojo: utahime probably dragged mei down with her.  poor mei-san~  

gojo gets up 

geto: where are you going?  

gojo: going to save utahime!  it’s fine i’ll put up a curtain!

manager: gojo wait!!!!!!!!!!!

geto sighs

shoko: that idiot’s always running off without us.

they pin the blame on gojo for saying that he’ll put up a curtain and leaving the assistant manager behind.  you know what this means?  he ran and the manager couldn’t catch up HEHE... why the rush, gojo?  were you actually concerned about her?  

tbh i don’t see gojo ever running to something unless it’s urgent.  the fact that he ran to save her says a lot.  

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let me know if you have any thoughts or questions!  i forgot to add this but gojo had a more serious expression when he was explaining how they must’ve been trapped in a barrier that messes with time.  he then states, “we thought it was weird even though you’re here, mei.”  i know he was probably worried sick because if mei couldn’t be contacted then that means something must’ve happened to utahime too.  okay that’s it for now.  i’ll be bringing up this little detail i’ve noticed about utahime in the manga next :3

#gojohime #gouta #gojo x utahime

[peachsayshi]

Chapter 5 - Edge

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Orgasm Delay / Denial, Edging, Basically Sex with Gojo lol is that enough of a tag? 

Summary: After breaking your first rule, you and Gojo give into your desires. 

A/N: I haven't written smut like this in a while lol so I hope this chapter turned okay, I am getting back into writing smut after a very long time away from writing lol- I know things seemed kind of rushed but I promise I am building up to something.

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Gojo carried you in his arms, your tee had been tossed aside leaving you in just your bralette and jeans. He made his way over to his bedroom, your legs wrapped securely around his torso as your fingers gently trailed along his strong jawline while you continued kissing him. Gojo didn’t miss a step as he entered his private quarters, holding onto your back as he gently laid you down on his comfortable mattress.

His duvet enveloped you, the material soft against your skin. When he released you from his kiss, a smirk spread across that handsome face and you realized that his mouth was stained in red.

The sight of you beneath, your lips swollen and rouge lipstick smudged, prompted him to bite his lip with satisfaction as he proceeded to bring his hands up to your chest.

“You look so fucking hot right now…” he complimented, nodding with approval as he kneaded your tits.

You tilted your head away, a shy giggle escaping you, not wanting him to see your flustered  reaction. The response was enough to make his dick twitch from underneath his pants. He buried himself back to the crook of your neck, his tongue tasting your skin, moving down to your collar bones and peppering you with kisses.

You wanted to feel his body on yours. You clung onto his shirt, tugging it to grab his attention.

“ Take this off .”

Gojo obliged, removing the piece of clothing and giving you a perfect view of those muscles. You reached for him, pulling him back in for a kiss while your hands trailed down his chest and over the lines of his hard abdomen until you reached for the button of his pants. You could feel how hard he was and you moaned into his mouth as you began undoing the button to let his cock spring free.

Gojo grabbed both your wrists with one hand, before pinning them above your head and stopping you from moving on any further.

“Patience, angel,” he stated, his free hand tugging at your bralette and exposing your breast for him. “You’re not ready for me, yet.”

You groaned in frustration, rubbing your legs together because you were already wet for him. You hated how the man got a kick out of making you come multiple times before even letting you have a chance at him.

Hands still pinned above you, Gojo began flicking his tongue along your nipple before biting down with his teeth. He tugged at it gently, before sucking and traveling around the soft skin, ready to mark your chest. He brought his knee between your legs and separated your thighs, pinning himself into you and indicating that you could rub against him.

You rolled your hips into him, grateful for the pressure as your body desperately rocked against his knee. The stimulation was enough to help you relieve yourself but just as you felt the momentum building up for your release, Gojo stopped what he was doing.

He straddled above you, adjusting his position so he was on top of you and leaving you with nothing to grind against. He let go of your wrists to remove the bralette you were wearing instead, all before bringing his hands to undo your jeans.

“I think we should take these off, don’t you?”

You nodded your head, lifting your hips up as he slipped off the material from your legs. His hands roamed along your waist, down your stomach until it reached your underwear. He hooked his fingers around the flimsy string of your panties to take it off so you were naked beneath him. His mouth watered at the sight of your legs, your slick stringing onto the discarded lace material and painting your inner thighs, practically coaxing him to dip his fingers into the honey pot.

Gojo dropped your underwear onto the floor, “ look at you …you are already so wet for me,” he purred, bringing his hands to your knees and spreading you wide for him.

“Mhmm, just for you, Satoru…” you replied, your voice breathless as you watched him plant kisses on your legs.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me when you talk like that,” he groaned as he settled his face at your entrance and you could feel his hot breath between your sex as you lifted up on your forearms to stroke his white hair.

“Do you want me to use my tongue or my fingers?” he questioned.

“Do that thing you did the last time…” you whispered, biting your bottom lip at your request.

Gojo loved hearing the way your tone changed when you were in bed with him. Everything came out softer, more sensual and your neediness only fueled his desire to please you in any which way he can.

With one long stroke, Gojo flicked his tongue along your slit. You felt him slide one of his fingers inside you, inserting painfully slowly as his mouth proceeded to find your clit.

You hummed with pleasure, your fingers clinging to his hair as he sucked on your swollen pearl. Then he slipped in a second finger, adding more pressure this time as he curled his digits upward and increased his speed.

Gojo had a very specific way he liked to eat you out. He never rushed when he did it, making the process unbelievably torturous. He always worked your clit first, while his fingers would stretch you from the inside. He did this until you trembled against him and then he would switch things around. Those big hands and slender digits  were a definite plus when it came to pleasuring you. He can’t even count how many times he’s had you come undone by his touch. Releasing his fingers from inside you, Gojo then buried his tongue between your legs to fuck you with his mouth. The hands that were working your sex were moving in quick circular motions over your tender bud instead.

Your back arched, the pressure winding you up to the point where you were gasping to catch your breath. Your hands reached behind you, clutching onto the pillow as you closed your eyes. You felt a shiver run up your spine, sending goosebumps down your arms as you wailed. With Gojo’s tongue probing into you and lapping up your juices, you found yourself rolling along with his movements with your legs wrapping tightly around his shoulders as he continued working his divine magic.

“Oh, fuck , fuuuck… that feels soo good! Mmm don’t stop, I’m so close…I’m so close…”

A dark chuckle escaped Gojo’s lips, the vibration enough to push you over the edge. Then he began slowing down his pace, a wave of disappointment rushing through when you realised that he was pulling away from you.

“ Noo… ” you begged, but that shit eating grin on his face indicated that he had no intention of getting you off easily.

You were shaking beneath him, eyes darkening with despair as he hovered his body over yours. His mouth glistened with your arousal and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you could feel your body burn at the sight of him watching you. He brought the fingers that were deep in your pussy to his mouth, where he cleaned himself off which didn't help your riled state.

“ Satoru… ” you begged but he interrupted you with a kiss.

You moaned with frustration as you tasted yourself on his tongue, pulsing between your legs as you were desperate to have him finish what he started.

“I can’t get enough of this pussy, you know that?” he murmured into your lips, continuing to wind you up. “I could eat you out for hours…”

“ Please…”  

“You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you, baby? I guess that’s what happens when I’ve been spoiling you this whole time…”

He proceeded to take off his pants, tossing them to the side along with his boxers until he was sitting in front of you in all his naked glory. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his erection but rather than return to his position, Gojo leaned back and proceeded to wrap his fingers around his long member.

“You can’t expect me to do all the work,” he said with a smirk.

You got on all fours, crawling your way to his lap and placing your hand around his.

“You’re such a tease…” you groaned, as Gojo released his hold on himself to tuck his fingers under your chin.

He tilted your head up slightly, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Look who's talking. Now put that pretty mouth of yours to good use…”

Your pussy ached but you knew if you played along to what he wanted then he would give you the release you were dying for. You pumped his cock gently, your thumb stroking the pink head before bringing it down to the base. You leaned forward to take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue on his tip before sucking it gently.

Gojo closed his eyes, a blissful groan escaping him as he reached for the back of your head to gather your hair, keeping it away from your face. He hissed when you started taking in his length, inch by inch, reciprocating his torment by slowly moving up and down his member.

“It’s like my dick was made for you,” he murmured, his grip strengthening as he held you close to him.

Your cheeks hollowed and you felt yourself dripping down your legs thinking about him inside you. You bobbed your head up and down, as one hand stroked the base of his cock. Meanwhile, your free hand naturally trailed down your stomach, reaching for your clit as you slowly began taking care of your own needs. Gojo’s eyes were hooded but when he noticed you moan into your own touch, he pulled you away from him with slight force, nearly making you gag as he released his dick from your throat. His other hand latched onto your wrist, pulling it away from between your legs as he clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“Now who said you can touch yourself?” he questioned before pushing you onto your back.

“I’m- I’m sorry …” you mewled, not enjoying the fact that he was denying you of your orgasm.

“That’s not going to work on me right now,” he rebutted, inserting two fingers back inside you as his thumb pressed against your clit.

You squeezed around him, he wasn’t making any movements just frustrating you even further by drawing out this evil game.Tears pricked your eyes, glossing over your hazy view as you looked up at your devious friend.

“Touching yourself in my presence, that’s a fucking insult…” he repeated, speaking sternly as if he was scolding you. All the while you felt his thumb slowly circle your zone, his fingers retracting to his knuckle before pumping back inside you. “You can fuck yourself silly when I’m not around but there is no way I’ll allow you to deny me the pleasure of making you scream my name… ”

With that statement, you felt Gojo slide himself out of you, his hand palming your sex while his thumb worked your clit. You were getting dizzy, the intensity building inside your core was more than you can handle. You needed to come so bad, you couldn’t even think straight. You were so sensitive to his touch that you knew you could barely hold on if he kept working you this way. A tear streamed down your face, your lips parting as painful gasps escaped you. You would much rather have him leaving you weak by giving you orgasm after orgasm than have him do this.

“ Satoru, unhhhh…I can’t - I can’t wait any longer, please, fuck…please, I need you in me…”  

Your body was glistening, trembling from the sheer pleasure he was putting you through. The man reached for his side drawer, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth.

He saw the relief in your eyes as he slid on the rubber material, before returning his attention back on to you. He placed his fingers around your throat, his thumb stroking the same place he kissed you earlier when the two of you were sitting in his living room. He spread your thighs, lubricating himself with your wetness as he slid his dick between your folds.

“There’s a good girl, you’re almost ready for me…” he said with a pleasured laugh, his other arm circling behind you as he adjusted position.

He drew your body into his so you both were laying side by side. Your leg was thrown over Gojo’s hip as his body melded into yours, your chest pressed into his torso as he worked his length between the lips of your drenched cunt. Gojo was barely hanging on now. You were panting in his ear and the electricity coming off of your writhing body was sending him over the edge. The tip of his cock found your entrance and he held your hips as he thrust himself inside you.

“ Ohhhhh… .” you sang, a moan escaping you as your nails dug into his back. He was only halfway in when he paused to capture the sight of you in front of him, before pushing a little further so you could feel him pulsing against your walls.

“Ready?”

“I’m going to lose it if you don’t fuck me right now…” you spoke, your voice trembling as your hands gripped onto his shoulder and you felt him roll you onto your back.

A cocky grin plastered his face. This was feeding his ego in a way that you wouldn’t even comprehend. You were insatiable, and he was the only person who can gratify you at this very moment.

With one hard thrust you felt him push his way inside you.

A gratified reply escaped you, “Fuck, yeeees …”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you…” Gojo replied, his words raspy and dripping with lust.

Your back arched off the mattress, squealing in response as he started fucking you. One of his arms reached for the headboard behind him, his muscles tensing while his other hand held down your hips. His knees were keeping you open for him as he thrusted deep into you. Something primal began taking over and his movements became more erratic. Your legs were growing weak, the pressure in your lower abdomen causing your entire body to throb for him. You hooked your fingers around one of his wrists, gripping onto him for support. You were moaning his name and he quickened his pace, his hand dropping from the headboard and moving to ground you by the waist. The sounds of your mutual pleasure surrounded his room as he fucked you deep and so, so good.

“ Come for me…” he ordered, rolling his hips around you and eliciting a whimper in response.

You’ve never felt like this before, your whole body electric as you lost yourself to the passion of this intimate moment. Your orgasm erupted through you hard and fast, bursting between your legs as you coated his dick with your arousal. You can tell he was close because he was losing his momentum. After a few more thrusts, you felt him groan, holding your hips up for him as he finally came inside you.

Gojo pulled out of you, taking a second to catch his breath as he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash. He rolled over on his back, the two of you lying naked next to each to gather yourselves. You were trembling, the muscles in your legs twitching from your release. It’s been so long since you’ve had someone touch you like this, since you’ve had someone inside you, and Gojo…

The sorcerer rolled onto his side, his hand cupping your face as he turned you towards him.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, his voice slightly hoarse but he was studying you with curious eyes.

You were a beautiful mess in front of him; lipstick smudged across your chin, lips swollen from his kisses, your neck marked by him and your legs glittering with your arousal.

You nodded your head, “yes…”

Gojo kissed your cheek before making his way over to the bathroom. You could hear the tap running, and took a minute to close your eyes as you allowed your body to relax.

When he emerged, you noticed that his face was clean and he had a wet towel in his hands as he approached you. He sat in front of you, lifting the towel to your face as he gently wiped your mouth and chin before proceeding to make his way between your legs.

“Well, I’ve never done that with you before…” he said, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks as he cleaned you up.

You giggled, your heart warmed by his sweet gesture.

“That was… wow ,” you sighed, placing your hand on his shoulder as he finished wiping you down. “I can’t remember when I last had fun like that…”

He placed the towel on the table, his arm circling around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

“I know, I’m good…”

You rolled your eyes at him, seeing him return to his usual self.

“But you,” he continued, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. “You are a goddamn sight to watch, angel…”

You parted your lips in response, deepening the kiss as your hands roamed to the back of his head.

“How about another round before dinner?” He requested, his fingers already moving to your aching core. “I’d like to have my dessert before my meal…”

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#Gojo Satoru x you #Gojo Satoru x reader #Gojo Satoru x ofc #Gojo Satoru smut #Gojo smut #gojo angst #Gojo Satoru angst #Gojo Satoru fluff #Gojo Satoru fanfic #jjk fan fiction #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #Gojo Satoru

[writtenwhalien]

best of me | 03

pairing ↠ park jimin x reader

genre ↠ best friends (complete idiots) to lovers | college AU | fluff, angst, smut

summary ↠ you didn’t mean to fall for your best friend, and you most definitely shouldn’t have slept with him.

word count ↠ 7.2k

chapter warnings ↠ drinking, swearing, lots of fluff, explicit sexual content: teasing, nipple play, fingering, oral m. and f., handjob, protected sex, feelings involved when there shouldn’t be lol, grinding, riding, multiple orgasms. 

notes. I got lazy at the end when revising it so it’s not the best, sorry! song recs ↠ moonlight by chase atlantic / into it by chase atlantic

best of me masterlist

chapter 3. into it

“Okay, Jimin, I think you should stop now.” Reaching forward, you take the bottle from his hand.

“Bite me,” he huffs, clearly mimicking your behaviour from the club.

Giggling, you take the bottle anyway and pull on his arm to drag him inside.

You’d been sitting on the back porch with all the guys, drinking and talking the evening away under a beautiful starry night, until only you Jimin were left. You’ve been immersed in pointless conversations, giggling away at anything and everything while cosied up together under a blanket in one of the large wooden armchairs.

After realising yesterday that you’ve got a fat crush on your best friend, you tried to minimise your time with him as much as possible, but you’ve been like magnets today. 

At breakfast he came and sat next to you, which was fine, but throughout the day he kept turning up near you, jumping on your bed while you tried to read, or forcing honey twists down your throat. Albeit you were acting just as childish with him, whining until he agreed to bake cookies with you, and forcing him to sit with you in your room so you could style his brown locks. Really, that was just an excuse for you to play with his soft hair because you love how it feels. 

Unknown to you, he agreed because he loved feeling your fingers tenderly fiddling about, lightly tickling him and making him feel fuzzy inside — something only you can do to him.

Even now, as you drag him upstairs, his tipsy self can still feel it.

Jimin sulks all the way as you lead him towards his bedroom, and his pouty lips and doe eyes make you want to squeeze his cheeks out of adoration. 

You patiently stay with him as he brushes his teeth and washes off and gets dressed into his pyjamas (with you facing the window to give him some privacy). The long sleeve white tee he’s wearing is tight enough that it gives telltale signs of his beautifully carved torso you’ve only seen a few times. 

You sigh as you watch him climb into bed, making sure to stay quiet because Taehyung is already sleeping in the bed across from him. Handing him a water bottle, you tell him to drink some before going to sleep. 

He just nods at you and you wish him goodnight before getting yourself ready for bed, promising yourself that you’ll try your best to limit your time with Jimin tomorrow. You’re supposed to be getting over your stupid crush, not making it worse.

It’s around 2 am when you finally feel yourself drifting off, but a soft rapping at your door wakes you up.

“Y/N?” You hear Jimin’s whisper from behind the door. 

You sit up in bed. “Yeah, come in Jimin,” you call out quietly as you turn on the reading lamp next to your bed. The warm light reveals him, standing at the door, hair tousled and eyes heavy with sleep. 

“Can I sleep with you?” he asks, and from the slight hum in his voice, you can tell he’s still slightly intoxicated. You’re about to throw the covers off to indicate for him to join you, but you remember the promise you made to yourself before you started falling asleep.

“Uh, why?” you start slowly. “Is something wrong?”

Although still slightly hazy, Jimin can sense your hesitation and feels slightly disheartened by your response. He’d hoped you'd happily spend the night in his embrace as you’ve both done many times before. 

“I was just cold but it’s fine, I’ll sleep with Tae,” he mumbles as he turns and makes his way down the hall.

As soon as he’s turning away, you kick yourself for rejecting him like that and you fumble with the covers to hope out of bed and follow him.

 Your soft spot for Jimin has always been there and from the night he’d told you about his parents — you have a natural instinct to remind him he’s loved when you know he needs it, and the way he had just come to you, only asking to have someone next to him as he slept, is something you can’t deny him. 

He doesn’t hear you tiptoeing down the hall behind him, probably due to him still being half asleep. You slip into his room behind him, quickly grabbing his hand before he can make his way over to Taehyung’s bed. 

“It’s me,” you whisper before he gets startled.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm.” 

The lamp out in the hallway provides you with enough light to see the smile that forms on his lips and it squeezes at your heart.

Pulling him into his bed, you wrap your arm around him as he tucks himself into your chest. He holds onto your arm, pulling it tighter to bring you closer to him. You let your other hand snake under his head and he lifts up slightly to let you, and you stroke his hair, lulling him and yourself to sleep.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss onto your hand.

The fourth day passes by as quickly as the third. It was more fun though — you all spent the day outside since it was relatively dry, (but still cold), and played more games of tag and capture the flag than you could count. 

When the evening rolled around, you all had dinner with some drinks and ended up pretty intoxicated by the end of it, except Jimin who didn’t want a repeat of his previous night. 

Pooling outside, you got ready to start your game of hide-and-seek-tag, and as soon as Jungkook started counting, every one of you dispersed.

You had grabbed on to Jimin’s wrist and started running to find a hiding spot in the spacious grounds of the cabin. You started off running in the direction of the forest, Jimin following along wordlessly behind you, laughing at you and your determination to find a good hiding space, but once he realized where you were headed, he pulled you to a halt and it took a few minutes of bickering behind a gazebo for him to convince you to follow him. You trudged behind him, and when you realized he was pulling you back to the house, you started to protest but he just shushed you with a finger to the lips. 

The next thing you remember was being pressed up against his firm chest in the cloakroom of the main cabin, holding back giggles while Jungkook called out for you guys, getting frustrated he couldn’t find you. 

Jimin must’ve taken care of you after, just like you had for him, because you wake up in the middle of the night with him in your bed, his arm draped over your torso as he sleeps. 

Smiling to yourself, you relish in the comfort and cosy up closer to him to fall asleep.

“Sleepy heads, wake up!” Taehyung bellows as he and Jungkook leap on and off your bed. 

“Ugh, shut up,” Jimin moans, hiding himself under the covers. 

You sit up groggily in bed, reaching over Jimin to see the time on his phone. 12:37pm. Sliding out of bed and into your slippers, you walk past Taehyung and Jungkook who are purposely shouting all around you. You just give them the finger and head to the bathroom to get ready for the day, holding back a laugh as the boys pounce on Jimin when you leave.

It’s not the first time they’ve woken up to find you two sharing a bed, and it’s something all of them are used to. They all understand the depth of your friendship and they also know it’s not something you’d so comfortably do with any of the other guys. 

Your room is empty when you return, and you get dressed into your sweats and Jimin’s hoodie, hair tied into a messy bun, really not caring for your appearance today. You’re feeling somewhat feverish and with it being Christmas Eve tonight, you hope you’re not getting sick. 

Opening your door, you smell pancakes and follow the sweet smell down to the kitchen where everyone is already sitting around the table, waiting for you to eat together. 

You stay pretty quiet during breakfast, trying to ignore the mild throbbing in your head. When everyone’s done, you offer to help Soomin and Namjoon clean up. You haven’t spoken to Soomin alone for a while and want a chance to catch up with her. 

Namjoon does help for a bit but gets distracted when the boys keep calling him over so you tell him you’ll take over for him. He thanks you and disappears, leaving you with Soomin.

She speaks for a bit and you feel your headache clear away temporarily as you get lost in conversation. Then she changes the topic to you, asking you about something Taehyung and Namjoon were showing you on their phones yesterday but it was just some game you’d pretended to be interested in.

“And Jimin?” she questions, casually drying the dishes.

“What about him?” 

“Did you sleep with him last night?”

“Yeah...” You sleeping with Jimin has never previously required an explanation, but Soomin’s silence suggests she wants one, so you continue. “I was a bit drunk, so he must’ve just helped me to bed... and stayed.”

“And the night before?” she says, a knowing look on her face.

“Oh, well he was drunk, and cold. So I stayed with him.” You can feel your heart beat slightly faster from her questions.

“Cool,” she nods, but you see her looking at you from the corner of your eye. Well, not at you, but Jimin’s hoodie you’re wearing, and the corners of her mouth turn up into a smirk.

She knows, you think to yourself. Of course she knows, she’s also your best friend. 

Soomin would never assume you like Jimin just because you’re wearing his clothes and sleeping with him (that has been the norm for her for years), but with your recent affinity and flirty behaviour to Jimin — she reads you like a book. 

Soomin is your best friend and since she clearly knows anyways now, you don’t think there’s any harm in telling her so you’re just about to drag her somewhere private and tell her everything, ready for the advice she’d give you. 

But you realise that if you tell her, it’ll make it more real for you and you won’t be able to stop yourself from telling her about all the things Jimin would do that make your heart melt a little for him, which will only make it worse. So you stop yourself. 

After a brief silence, she starts asking you about the night at the club and the two guys you were with, so you tell her everything (except anything to do with Jimin).

By the time you’re done, the kitchen is all clean and you both join the boys lounging on the sofas. 

Jimin shifts, subconsciously making space for you, his eyes meeting yours, but you just give him a half smile and sit in between Taehyung and Namjoon, hoping Soomin doesn’t notice. 

You drink some tea and take some paracetamol hoping the dull ache in your head will go away by this evening. You’ve all planned to go to a fancy restaurant for dinner for Christmas Eve, and then spend the rest of evening at the same club as before.

As the evening draws closer, you and Soomin head upstairs to get ready at around 4pm, since your dinner reservation is at half six. 

Soomin gets ready in your room, helping you do your hair while you do her eyeshadow for her. You also try on the dress you’d packed for this evening to ask her if it’s okay. 

Given her reaction, it most definitely is. She helps you tie up the back nice and tight while you hold the front, making sure your nipples aren’t exposed at all since this dress requires you to be braless.

You get ready faster than Soomin, and when Yoongi comes in halfway to spend time with Soomin, you sit by the windowsill in your room and read your book for a while. 

However, the cold draught from the window doesn’t help when you were already feeling slightly under the weather, and by the time it’s nearing 6pm, you’re shivering, lightheaded, nauseous and want nothing more than to curl up in bed. But you also really don’t want to miss out on the evening, so you put on your heels and head out your room. 

Jimin is leaving his room at the same time, fiddling with the sleeve cuffs of his white shirt, and when he hears your footsteps coming down the hall, he looks up. 

Seeing you, he almost forgets how to breathe for a second. He thinks you look stunning. 

You look up at him as you approach the top of the stairs and he smiles at you adoringly. 

“You look incredible, Y/N.”

You just smile nervously... you really aren’t feeling so incredible, and Jimin catches onto this when both of you go downstairs together.

You must’ve moved too quick because everything goes dizzy and blurred, causing you to latch onto the railing, and Jimin quickly grabs you as you steady yourself. 

“Woah, Y/N, you okay?” he asks, moving to stand in front of you, hands still firmly holding your waist. You sink down to sit on the step and notice Soomin, Taehyung and Yoongi looking up at you with concern from the bottom of the stairs. 

Sighing you shake your head. “I think I’m gonna have to miss this one.”

You wipe your makeup off, feeling drowsier every minute and you want nothing more than to just curl up in bed. 

The other guys all left five minutes ago, with Jimin insisting he’d stay with you. You declined and told him you weren’t that sick but he wasn’t having any of it. 

You can hear him in the kitchen now, making you shin-ramyun in an attempt to fix whatever is ailing you.

Getting up, you get dressed into your pajamas before Jimin comes back up but you end up tugging on the strings wrong, or Soomin is just damn good at tying knots, because no matter how much you tug, it doesn’t come undone. Being on the back of the dress, you can’t unknot it yourself so you try to shimmy it off, but Soomin tied it well and it doesn’t go past your breasts. 

Grumbling to yourself, you give up and climb into bed. The dress is comfortable enough to sleep in and you’re too tired to care anyway. 

As you start curling up, Jimin appears at the door, holding a bowl in one hand and a glass of water in another. He frowns at you, turning off the main light to leave the room in warm lamplight as he walks over and puts the food down on the bedside table. 

“You need to eat a little something before you sleep, Y/N,” he tells you, climbing into the bed. You start wiggling your way towards him, eager to snuggle up to him, but he doesn’t lie down and instead props up your pillow behind you. With strong arms, he lifts you up in one go so you’re sitting up. 

“Ugh, Jimin,” you groan, lowering your head to rest on his chest. You’re feeling too out of it to remember you’re supposed to be limiting contact with him until you get over your crush on him.

His hands hold onto your cheeks and he lifts your head up. “Just have a few bites and I promise I’ll stay with you while you sleep.”

And to that you agree.

Sitting wordlessly, you let Jimin feed you until he’s satisfied you’d had enough. As soon as he puts the bowl down, you wrap your arms around him as he pulls you close, enveloping you in his embrace. With him rubbing small circles soothingly on your back, it isn’t long before you doze off. 

It’s Taehyung’s voice that wakes you up around two hours later. Jimin is still tucked in bed, although you can tell he hasn’t been sleeping even though he’s laying comfortable beside you, his face isn’t swollen as it normally gets when he sleeps (you notice because you find his sleepy face adorable).

Taehyung comes running upstairs, quickly popping into your room to see how you are before leaving as quickly as he’d come in. He’d forgotten his phone at home and he was fine without it for dinner, but he figured he’d need it at the club. Once he leaves, you sit up crossed legged leaning against the headboard, feeling noticeably better. 

“What time is it?” you ask Jimin. 

“Half 8,” he replies, watching you carefully. “How you feeling?” 

“Much better surprisingly,” you respond, smiling at him. “Must’ve been your magic ramyun.”

He smiles back at you, not saying anything, and suddenly you feel guilty he’s here with you. 

“Do you wanna go with Tae?” you offer, moving out of the bed to reach for your phone. “I feel bad and I’m sure he’s still outside, I can look after myself, you can still go to the club-”

Jimin cuts you off firmly, “No Y/N, I’m staying with you.” 

“Okay... well I’m hungry, you wanna eat something?” 

“Yes, c’mon, I think there’s some food from yesterday we can warm up.” 

You both head downstairs and the next half hour passes in comfortable conversation. Jimin cleans up after dinner as you help yourself to some chocolate cake that Soomin had made earlier.

“Shall I tell you something?” Jimin says, joining you on the sofa.

“What?” you answer, mindlessly putting the next spoonful of cake in Jimin’s mouth. 

“Taehyung didn’t forget his phone, he came back for condoms.”

You almost choke on your mouthful, and it takes you and Jimin both a good five minutes to stop laughing after that. 

“But how d’you know for sure?” you ask, wiping a few stray tears off of your face.

Jimin shrugs as he leans back on the sofa. “I saw the packet in his hand when he came to check on you.”

“Wow, he actually came all the way back for condoms, he must really want it,” you chuckle, putting the empty plate down on the coffee table before snuggling up to Jimin.

Jimin looks at you smirking. “What about you?” he asks, in an almost flirty tone, (but you brush this off). “I thought you wanted to get laid.”

“I want it yeah, but I never got it, so whatever,” you reply sassily.

“How long has it been again?” he probes teasingly.

“Ugh, Jimin,” you strop, shoving him lightly. “You know it’s been a long time, okay?”

He laughs at your response, squeezing you against him playfully. “No, but seriously, who was the last guy you were with? It was that freshman right? During freshers week—”

“Oh god,” you mutter, hiding your face behind your hands. “Please don’t remind me.”

“That bad, huh?” Jimin smirks at you.

“Mhm, honestly I hope the kid has learnt a thing or two because he was... confused to say the least.” 

“I should teach him,” Jimin says cockily. “I know things, heck I probably know everything.”

You feel yoursef growing warmer at his confidence which you (annoyingly) find attractive. “God, Jimin shush. I don’t wanna know.” Even though you do. You really do want to know. 

“I can show you if you like,” he teases, looking down at you with his swiping his tongue across his lower lip. 

Your stomach spirals and your thighs tense up at his meaningless motion. Jimin stays staring with a playful gleam in his eyes, but you know he’s used to smoothly dropping inappropriate comments in the conversation like that, and you should be used to it too. 

You read his facial expressions and recognise the usual playful attitude he’s sporting, and so you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

Lean in closer, you only stop when you’re inches away from his face. “Show me what exactly?” you murmur, daring to look down at his plump lips, biting your own before you look back up to meet his gaze. 

Jimin isn’t fazed — he tilts his head to the side and continues with this little game. “How good I can make you feel...” his tone is seductively hushed and you can feel the vibrations sending heat straight down your core.

You know he isn’t expecting this from you since you normally just shrug off his inappropriate comments, but the sound of his deep voice is almost intoxicating so you move even closer.

Your lips are mere millimetres away from his. 

“Do it.”

Something other than playfulness dances across Jimin’s eyes — it’s dark, almost desirous. He doesn’t move for a moment and all you can hear is the sound of your breathing which seems to have gotten heavier as the distance between you and your best friend has narrowed.

You feel a palpable tension between you. He’s not teasing anymore, and you know for sure when he moves back a few inches to look at you properly.

“No strings?” 

For another few seconds you stare at him, your mind in overdrive as you try to figure him out. He must be playing, he’s the biggest flirt, of course he’s playing with me.

So you smirk, and decide to play him at his own game. After all, you’re willing to go far to prove you can be just like him. (But there’s a quiet voice in the back of your mind that tells you not to — the same voice that acknowledges there’s other reasons you’re doing this. Of course, you don’t listen to it.)

“No strings,” you repeat.

Jimin’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t waste any time. 

With every inch he draws closer, you wait for him to stop, to call you out, to put an end to whatever this stupid game is supposed to prove between you. 

But he doesn’t. 

His eyes never leave your lips as he edges closer, closer, and closer. Then, with one final look up at your eyes, he gently snakes a hand around your neck to bring you into him and his lips meet yours.

For a second you’re frozen, butterflies erupting in your stomach and you feel as though you could melt right on the spot. His lips are soft and pillowy against your own. Then he moves and you think he’s going to stop. You don’t want him to stop, so to keep him there, you bring your hand behind his neck and kiss him again. 

But Jimin wants the same and he reciprocates with an eagerness, although he’s always tender, thumb stroking your cheek as he feels himself drawn to you. He doesn’t realise what he’s doing, not when it feels so natural and his mind is hazy with the enchanting thought of you. His tongue gently swipes your tongue and you part immediately, more than happy to deepen the kiss. Your hand slips further to curl your fingers between his soft locks, you other hand moving to his firm chest which feels grounding amidst the whirlwind of bliss that swarms in you.

God you’ve wanted this for so long, and you can’t quite believe it’s finally happening. But you can still hear it — that voice in your head.

It’s not a good idea... Stop— 

Jimin’s arms slide fully around your waist to bring your chest flush to his.

Stop. You know it’s not a no strings thing for you—

A hand snakes upwards between your pressed bodies, finding your breast.

 Don’t let him, stop it now—

He cups your breast in his hand and squeezes gently, sparking pleasure between your thighs.

Okay, fine, one time, no strings, definitely no strings... he tastes like chocolate, yum. 

You let yourself savour every second, the two of you exploring each other’s mouths, latching onto him in ways you never thought you would, as he continues groping your chest. His other hand trails sneakily down your back to squeeze your ass lightly before moving back to gently grip your hair and pull you in further, as though he can’t get enough of you. up to grip your hair and pull you in deeper—

Then your phone rings.

It snaps your thoughts back to reality and in a slow moment, both of you move away.

Jimin’s hair is toussled and his lips pink — you like it. And Jimin think’s the same about your messy hair and swollen lips. You stare at each other for a second, mouths open as though you’re going to say something. 

Then Jimin awkwardly looks away and points at your phone. “You should probably get that.”

“Oh, yeah,” you answer dumbly, reaching to pick it up while Jimin takes the now empty plate form the coffee table into the kitchen.

Looking at the screen, you feel suddenly nervous when you see it’s Soomin. Composing yourself, you answer. “Hello.”

“Hey, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I know you’re not feeling well, I tried to call Jimin first but he’s not picking up.”

“Oh, no it’s fine, I’m feeling better now, why what’s wrong?”

“Oh, good. I don’t know if I brought my purse with me. Could you check my room please? Otherwise I must’ve left it at the restaurant, ugh.”

“Sure.” You get up, completely avoiding Jimin’s gaze and head into the room downstairs that Soomin and Yoongi have bee occupying. You look for Soomin’s purse and find it on the bed. After tellig her, she thanks you and quickly cuts down, eager to return to the rest of the boys.

Slumping down onto her bed, you take a minute to recollect your thoughts.

That felt way too good. 

Even just thinking about it gives you butterflies and makes you feel giddy. 

Fuck, you think. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how bad do I like him if I’m feeling like this?!

Being the mature, responsible adult you are, you decide (albeit difficultly) to put a stop to whatever you and Jimin just started. You can’t let yourself sleep with Jimin under the pretence of a no strings night. Not when you know that’s all it will mean to him, while meaning so much more to you.

With a racing heart, you head back to Jimin and find him standing by the kitchen counter drinking some water. Thanks to the open floor plan of the house, you can stay far away, by the foot of the stairs.

“Hey, Jimin,” you say quietly and he looks up when you start talking. “Um, I was thinking we should probably call it a night…” A nervous smile finds your lips, but Jimin just smiles as normally as ever. 

“Yeah, sure,” he nods. It’s his smile that reassures you that he has no feelings involved and he's not upset by your decision to stop. 

“So, I’m gonna get ready for bed.”

“Yeah that’s fine, I’m coming up too now.” 

“Okay,” you nod, lips pursed together in what can only be disappointment and you walk silently upstairs while Jimin finishes his water.

You stand in front of the mirror of the vanity, arms aching from continuously tugging at the stupid strings holding your dress up. After coming upstairs, you decided to bury whatever maddening feelings you’re experiencing with sleep, so you want to get out of this damn dress but it’s still not coming off. 

It’s only half nine meaning Soomin won’t be home for at least another five hours to help you out of it. As you start impatiently tugging again, a soft knock sounds at your door.

It’s obviously Jimin, and the thought alone makes your heart beat a little faster. But you remind yourself to be normal so you casually answer, “Yeah, come in.”

Jimin opens the door just enough to pop his head in. “Is it alright if I sleep here tonight? I still get kinda cold by myself,” he asks. You notice he can’t seem to look at you as he asks. 

But regardless of that, the question throws you off because you were literally just making out with each other downstairs and you don’t know if you’ll feel okay to sleep next to him now, especially when it always ends in him cuddling you.

Also, despite how you currently feel about him, you can see he’s not all that fazed by the fact that he just made out with his best friend, so you answer as plainly as you can. “Yeah sure.”

He comes in, closing the door behind him and starts walking over to the bed. Then you turn back to the mirror, remembering the stupid dress...

Don’t ask him, just wait for Soomi, you tell yourself... but the next words come out of your mouth anyway.

“Hey Jimin,” you say, a little too quietly.

He looks up to meet your eyes in the mirror. “Hm?”

“Um, could you help me with my dress?” you ask, smiling awkwardly. “Soomi tied it and I can't seem to get it undone.”

“Oh, okay,” Jimin nods, looking away as he walks over. You can swear you see his cheeks darken but only the lamp is on so you don’t see clear enough. 

As he approaches, you tighten your grip on the front of the dress so you won’t accidentally reveal yourself to him. Then seconds later, you feel his fingers fumbling close to your skin.

Just untie the damn thing, Jimin thinks to himself. Don’t make everything weird now, not when she’s being normal. 

Jimin feels bad about instigating the kiss when he knows he wants more from you, and if he was going to kiss you, he knows he shouldn’t have tried to make it a ‘no strings’ thing. He wishes he could’ve been honest about his feelings but of course he'd never do that because you’d never agree to it then. Jimin knows you only think of him as a best friend.

But the moment was so perfect ad he’s wanted you so bad for so long. With your lips that close to him and with you so willing, he gave into the temptation and now he finds himself doing anything and everything to make it normal. So when you returned to him and called it a night, he put on his best smile, and now... well it’s only normal for Jimin to sleep with you, but deep down, as selfish as it is, he knows there’s a part of him that’s hoping for something else, maybe something more.

His fingers brush against the soft skin of your back and Jimin can’t help but want to touch you more. It makes it so much harder for him to focus on untying the knot that Soomin had tied, but once he knows he’s almost got it loose, he takes a step closer to you. He feels all of his inhibitions diminishing and he wants you—no, he needs you. 

He feels you stiffen up under his touch and he instinctively reaches his arm up to your shoulder. You draw in a sharp breath, barely audible but Jimin is close enough to hear it. 

You could hear a pin drop in your room.

But the only sound now is coming from you, with the pacing rise and fall of your chest. Jimin isn’t dumb and he knows you’re feeling at least some of what he’s feeling. It’s clear enough from the way goosebumps have formed on your skin.

Delicately, Jimin moves his fingers featherlight down your arm, simultaneously pulling the drawstrings undone slowly as the dress loosens around your figure. 

“Jimin...” your voice is low and breathy, and when Jimin looks at you through the mirror, he sees your eyes pressed shut, giving him all the assurance that he needs. You want this.  

He wonders immediately if you want this in the same way as he does, or if you’re just doing this purely for sexual pleasure. A part of Jimin knows he should stop and ask, but the other part — the part that lingers in self-doubt and insecurities — tells him to keep going. It tells him he’s foolish to even think you want this in the same way he does.

So he ignores everything else and focuses on the now. If one night of fun is all you want, then Jimin is more than willing to be the one to give it to you. Especially because it’ll hurt him if it’s anyone else but him, despite you not being his to please.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Jimin murmurs softly, taking another small step towards you. He can feel the curve of you ass close to his core, and when you only shudder gently in response, he keeps going. 

He dips his head slightly so you can feel his breath warming your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hand that was on your arm is now holding onto it, and his free hand slowly glides up your back towards your neck. 

“Y/N,” Jimin manages to breathe out. He feels you tilt your neck slightly, opening up to him and he nudges his nose lightly into your neck. 

You want him. 

More than anything you want him right now. 

He’s sending your senses into overdrive and you don’t care about the consequences.

Slowly turning around, you keep yur hand clutching the front of the dress and then your eyes meet his. They’re the first thing you notice, glazed with lust and... something else. Something that tells you he wants this as much as you do. Then your eyes fall to his lips — plush and parted, waiting patiently.

Jimin is gentle with you as he reads the emotion on your face. Pulling you closer, he raises a hand and his thumb caresses your cheek. That’s when you give in.

Your lips crash into his desperately, and you’re taking a hold of his neck to bring his body closer as you immediately work your tongue into his mouth. Jimin reciprocates with ease, his grip on you becoming tighter as he sets you alight inside with the way his tongue feels against yours. 

With a tug of your bottom lip, Jimin separates from you to press small kisses along your jawline, tilting your head back to reach your throat, before he settles on your neck where he uses his tongue to draw out soft, breathy moans from you. 

By now he has your body tight against his, strong arms holding you close. You’ve hugged Jimin many times before, you’ve been this close to him before, but now it feels so different. It feels so perfect, so right.

But you know you can’t let yourself think that. 

Jimin separates from your neck with a small nip below your ear, his hand moving to rest on top of yours, stroking gently with his thumb. The one that’s holding your dress in place. Each stroke of his thumb is soothing, comforting enough for you to let go — your grip loosens and as Jimin pulls his hand away, so do you. The dress slips off your body, gathering on the floor around your ankles.

Frankly, you’re surprised. Instead of feeling nervous or unsure about baring yourself to Jimin — your best friend who you happen to have the biggest crush on ever — you feel confident. And that’s only because of how Jimin is looking at you right now.

It’s the same look he gave you when he saw you on your 18th birthday, and the same look as the first time he saw you on your prom night, and just like the other day, when he saw you coming down the stairs... it’s the look Jimin gives you when he thinks you look beautiful.

But this time, there’s something else behind it. It’s a subtle difference, but enough to make goosebumps rise on your skin from anticipation.

Jimin meets your gaze, looking for consent which you give without thinking in the form a small nod and a shy smile.

He steps closer, slowly reaching a hand for your abdomen. The feeling has your stomach swooping, and when his thumb starts stroking small circles soothingly, you start to feel weaker in the knees.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his hand sliding further around your waist. 

You take the moment for what it is, and instead of reminding yourself that this is for one night only, you pull Jimin in for a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate in reciprocating, and it feels so real, too real, that it almost becomes painful when the truth keeps seeping into your mind. 

But as Jimin’s hand slowly moves up to take your breast in his hand, his thumb gently grazing over your hardening nipple, it’s easy enough to forget again, and let the burning desire in you take over the fragile demands of your heart. 

Your hands find the hem of his top, desperate to run your own hands across his skin, and you barely take a moment to admire him since you’ve seen him a few times before. Instead your lips meet his skin first, placing soft kisses all over his neck and collarbone as your hands roam across his skin.

His fingers push through your hair and a soft groan escapes his lips as you suck at the little freckle adorning his collarbone. “Y/N...” he murmurs in a low voice that you’re not used to.

It sends arousal rushing through you, and your fingers dig into his skin just as Jimin squeezes your ass and gently pushes you back towards the bed.

As soon as you’re sinking in the soft comforters, Jimin’s mouth opens on your nipple and you whine at the divine feeling of his warm tongue on you. The sensation has your hips rising into the hard bulge you can feel against your core.

He chuckles quietly, “You want more, hm?” 

A small tug of your nipple with his teeth has you whining. “Yes.”

Jimin smiles, kissing his way down your torso, and something inside of you can’t help but notice how intimate it feels, his hands gently taking yours as though he’s trying to reassure you the whole time. 

He stops right above your underwear, his fingers slowly tracing over the thin material. “God, you’re so wet already,” he hums deeply. You lift your hips towards his mouth and Jimin smirks. “Can I get a taste, baby?” He looks up at you with gentle eyes. yet they’re still glazed over with lust.

The pet name triggers butterflies in your stomach and you nod dazedly at him. Jimin wastes no time in slipping his fingers past the material, feeling your lips slowly.

 “Jimin, fuck—” you gasp. ”Please, do it.” And he does.

You almost come around his fingers in the first few minutes the way he’s working you up so good, and when he finally pulls off your panties and buries his face in you, his tongue switching between dipping inside you and sucking harshly at your clit, you moan his name again and again until you come hard around his face. He holds down your trembling thighs as he works you through your high, still licking at you sweetly.

As you finally come down, Jimin climbs back up the bed and you find yourself feeling oddly empty, and you crave more of him right away, so you bring him in for a kiss, no caring that you can taste yourself on his lips. 

Jimin kisses you back hard, and you can only imagine how hard his cock must be, so you snake your hand down his toned torso, feeling his very present bulge over his pants. 

A low moan sounds from him, and you push him back to straddle his waist and work your way down his chest to sit between his legs. As your tongue dips along the contour of his v-line, he pulls you back bu your hair, meeting your gaze with dark eyes, swimming in lust.

“Y/N, please,” he growls. His deep voice sends sparks flying through you, straight to your core.

You obey instantly and pull down his pants and boxers together, his hard member slapping up against his abs, already dripping wet. You take a second to admire him, taken aback by his girth and as though he can read your mind, he chuckles at you. 

“Like what you see?” 

You can’t help but smile, “Love it.” Taking his cock in your hand, you run your thumb teasingly along his slit,  spreading his precum to make him easier to take. 

He whines when you keep this up, ever so slowly pumping your hand, thumb occasionally grazing his tip, and when he looks at you, you finally put your lips to his tip, keeping eye contact with him. You brace yourself and take him all the way in, nose almost touching his base. He moans and throws his head back when you swallow around him, and eventually gag a little.

“Y/N,” he gasps, fingers grabbing your hair as you slowly work your mouth up and down his shaft, swirling your tongue as you go. “Shit you’re so good baby.” The praise encourages you to keep going, his small whimpers turning you on even more as you feel your own wetness dripping down your thigh. 

Suddenly Jimin pulls you and and flips you onto your back, hovering over you, with one hand next to your head. 

“I need to feel you, now. Please tell me you have a condom in here?” 

“Yes,” you breathe out, grateful you brought some with you. “In the bedside table.” Jimin reaches over and rips open the packet as soon as he has it. You watch him as he slides it on, the sight of him causing you to clench your thighs together, so ready to feel him inside you. Jimin looks back at you and his face breaks into a smile as he laughs a little. 

“What?” you laugh back, feeling so happy.

“Never thought I’d be fucking my best friend,” he says smugly as he leans over you again.

The word best friend was a bit of a stab in the chest but you knew what you were getting yourself into so you move on from it.

 “Never thought my best friend would be so good in bed,” you teased back, wrapping your arms around him pulling him into your chest.

“We’re not done yet, babe,” he whispers into your ear, lining himself up with your entrance.

He doesn’t take the time to tease you, slowly entering inside you and you moan at the feeling. It’s been a long time since you’d last had sex and it hurts a little but you know it’ll subside soon.

“You okay?” he asks, positioning himself so his face is in front of yours. 

“Mhm,” you hum, one hand gripping his firm bicep, the other coming up to his face to move some hair from his eyes as you subconsciously stroke his face. 

He smiles down at you. “Tell me if I should stop,” he says kissing your forehead. 

The intimacy has your heart exploding and leaves you craving more of him. You lift your hips slightly and he moves deeper in response, eyes trained on you — you sense something else in him besides the lust but you can’t quite figure it out. 

Jimin moves slowly giving you time to adjust. 

“It’s okay baby keep going,” you pant, losing yourself in his beautiful brown eyes. 

“Fuck y/n you’re so tight.” 

You clench around him and he stays still until you buck your hips into him and he starts moving slowly. He sweetly kisses your neck, praising you as he thrusts in and out of you.. Slowly but surely the slight pain you felt before is completely replaced with pleasure, both of you panting and moaning each other's names.

 He hits a sensitive spot inside you and you gasp, fingers digging into his back when he does it again. 

“K-keep  going Jimin,” you stutter, and he thrusts into you slightly harder, his swollen tip brushing your spot over and over. It isn’t long before you feel your high coming, and your legs wrap around his waist to encourage him to keep moving. 

“I’m so close..” you whimper.

 “I want you to come for me again, baby,” he says in between peppering your neck with kisses, his hand trailing down to rub circles around your clit. The pressure has you seeing stars and you feel the pit that was building up inside you, explode all at once and you cry out Jimin’s name as he makes you come for the second time. 

He moves his fingers away when you become sensitive but he stays thrusting in and out of you. When you’ve recovered, you pull him in for a kiss. 

“Let me ride you,” you ask seductively, and Jimin immediately drops to your side, allowing you to reposition yourself on top of him. You tease him slightly, only taking his tip in but Jimin has no patience and slams your hips down onto him, laughing a little when you cry out at the feeling. 

You pout, grinding your hips against him slowly. “That wasn’t nice,” you tease, clenching hard around him. 

Jimin groans desperately. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry just ride me please.” His hands find your breasts and squeeze them hard as you slowly lift your hips up. You drop back onto him, taking pleasure in the moans he lets out, and the way he says your name coaxes you to keep going, even when your thighs begin to hurt. 

But after a little while he senses this and thrusts up into your hips, pounding into you hard - you can’t help but cry out at the force, Jimin letting out a small growl as your moans keep turning him on. Your hands dig into his chest, as his own grip your waist to guide your hips into his movements. You feel pressure building inside you again, and you start stroking your clit with one hand, while the other plays with your breasts, mewling as Jimin goes deeper. You notice his moans get louder and he throws his head back into the pillow.

 “Are you close?” you moan. 

“Yes,” Jimin lets out. “Fuck yes, I’m so close.” He opens his eyes and sees you touching yourself as you move your hips up and down his length. He instantly reaches out to replace the hand that was on your clit with his own, as his other continues gripping your waist so hard you’re certain you’ll have bruises the next day. 

When you reach your third high of the night, the sight of you has him coming hard. You lean down to find his lips, and continue to grind on top of him, swallowing each other’s moans riding out your highs, bodies flush together. 

You stay there for a few minutes after, resting your head on his chest, fingers tracing patterns on his skin, and him caressing your hair, allowing yourselves to catch your breath — both of you secretly wishing this was more than what you’d agreed to: a no strings activity. 

You move off of him slowly once you feel uncomfortable, his soft length slipping out of you. You smile at him, surprised at how comfortable you’re feeling since you always thought sleeping with a best friend would be awkward after. He smiles back as he watches you move to lie down next to him, and he gets up  to go clean himself off, returning with a damp towel as he wipes you up. 

Jimin feels like he should say something — he felt so good being with you just now and he’d love to tell you how he really feels. 

That he wants to be more than just your best friend, and he wants to make you feel this high everyday. But he chooses to stay quiet, afraid of ruining the moment. Once he’s done cleaning you up he slips on his boxers and bottoms, and hands you your pajamas as he gets back into bed, (he wants to give you his own top but that would be way too obvious to everyone else in the morning). 

As soon as you finish getting dressed, you lie down next to Jimin, head resting on his arm.

“So,” he says with a smug smile on his face, “I was good right?”

You just laugh and slap his chest lightly. “I’d rate you a 4/10,” you joke. 

“Whaaa?…Well I’d give you a solid 12/10,” he states, pinching your thigh lightly.

You look up at him and grin. “Fine, you’re a 6/10,” you tease. 

Jimin scoffs. “I’d rate myself a 20/10 the way you were moaning my name,” he says as he starts to tickle you. 

“Jiminnn, stop,” you giggle, feeling heat flush your cheeks. You hide your face in his chest and he holds you even closer, as you entwine your legs with his. You hear his heart beating and feel the rise and fall of his chest, and something inside you beams with happiness. The warmth you share slowly lulls the both of you to sleep, bodies exhausted and minds on cloud nine.

A/N: thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please reblog / leave a comment / send an ask! it means a lot <3

I have attachment issues and I don’t want to lose the gifs I used when I originally posted the story so you will find them at the end of each chapter 🥺

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[kaistarus]

Enchanted

Chapter 2

Pairing: NishinoyaXReader

Words: 3K

Summary: When your best friend enters a relationship with a prince your life changes in ways you never thought possible. You gain new friendships, learn dangerous secrets, and discover that maybe love might exist for you after all...

A/N: I liked this one a lot. I’m having a lot of fun with the cocky/teasing Nishinoya flirting style for this story in the beginning chapters lol especially when the reader is just over it. It’s a fun dynamic for me

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Your eyes scoured the massive ballroom filled with upscale strangers and fancy decor. From the intricate chandeliers that cost more than you could imagine to the food display that held things you couldn’t pronounce, you knew one thing for sure-you were incredibly out of place. As couples danced in the center of the room, their expensive attire far outdoing what you found last minute, you squeezed your arm tighter around Hinata for comfort.

“I still don’t understand why I’m here,” you mumbled, giving a pointed glare to a guy eyeing you with a sleazy smirk.

“Well, it’s not like I’ve ever been invited to a castle party either,” Hinata patted your arm nervously while scanning the crowd.

“You’re with the prince now. Obviously you would get invited.”

“And you’re my friend,” Hinata cocked a brow. “It’s probably a plus one situation.”

“They’re usually so strict with invites though…” You supposed your family had some reputation, so maybe that helped? You still didn’t believe it was enough to allow you to spend time around the castle…

“Let’s not worry about it,” Hinata squeezed your forearm reassuringly. “You get to come to the party and I don’t have to stand around awkwardly. Win-win.”

You rolled your eyes, gaze landing on the guy still eyeing you up. “My father said this would be a great opportunity to meet a man from a good family.”

“At least he’s consistent.”

“Never let’s me down.”

Hinata snorted, “I mean, technically he’s not wrong.”

“I know,” you sighed, taking another sweep around the room. This was probably one of the best opportunities you would get. “I should probably mingle, huh?”

Hinata hummed, furrowing his brow at the idea. “If that’s what you want.”

“Who knows anymore.”

Hinata looked crestfallen, but before he could respond his eyes locked on something over your shoulder. You followed his gaze confused and your expression dropped when you discovered Nishinoya’s bright smile.

“Hey, Hinata. I’m glad you were able to make it,” he looked puzzled when he locked eyes with you. “How did you get in?”

“An invitation.” You sneered with clenched fists when he cocked his head to the side, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“How’d you get one of those?”

“It was sent to me.”

“Weird,” he drawled out, looking up thoughtfully and trying to force down a smile. You took a long shuddering breath to not let him get to you.

“You guys are friends?” Hinata looked between you both skeptically and Nishinoya nodded in delight.

“Oh yeah. She flirted with me the other day and-”

“I did not flirt with you.” Warmth began creeping up your cheeks when Hinata turned to you wide eyed.

“Maybe not…” Nishinoya tapped his chin. “I guess she did say I was terrible at my job.”

“You what?” Hinata had an amused smirk and if looks could kill you would be infamous for murdering the Guardian Deity.

“He was being bad at his job!” You gestured at Nishinoya wildly. “Besides, he called me rude and undeserving of my family’s status.”

“You what?” Hinata’s jaw went slack and Nishinoya stiffened.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Might as well have,” you smirked. He deadpanned, glancing toward the center of the ballroom before giving you an apologetic smile that set off multiple red flags.

“Sorry about that. How about I make it up to you?” He pointed toward the dance floor and raised a brow. “Would you like to dance?”

You blinked several times. “Excuse me?”

“Dance?” His nose crinkled as he thought, “uh… moving around with music?”

“I know what dancing is.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing guard stuff or something?”

“Doing guard stuff…” He muttered under his breath with a small smirk. “I thought you already knew I was bad at my job?”

You rolled your eyes, glancing uncertainly around the ballroom. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to have to-”

“She’d love to,” Hinata nudged you forward.

You looked back betrayed, “what do you mean I’d-”

“That’s great,” Nishinoya hooked his arm around yours and started pulling you forward. You stared back at Hinata flabbergasted as Nishinoya dragged you further away.

“But he-I didn’t-this isn’t great at all!”

“Have fun,” Hinata waved after you and you gave him a heated glare. When you got back from this short-lived adventure he was getting an earful.

Nishinoya guided you through several groups of people before releasing your arm and turning in front of you. He held his arms in position, but waited for you to initiate further. You hadn’t expected him to give you an actual out once you were out there. You glanced around at the other partygoers nervously before grabbing Nishinoya’s hand, resting your other on his shoulder.

“You get one,” you mumbled as you began moving.

He hummed, eyes scanning your face before he smiled. “I can live with that.”

“You really aren’t going to get in trouble for this?”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “I have everything under control.”

You weren’t sure if you believed him, but it wasn’t your job to care. “So, why are we dancing exactly?”

“It seemed like the best way to charm someone.”

“Ah,” a playful smirk rested on your lips. “Maybe it would be if you knew how to dance.”

“Huh? I can dance.”

“Considering I’ve been leading and you haven’t noticed… I’d say you aren’t the best.”

His stare snapped to your feet before looking up flustered. “Stop that. Let me lead.”

“No, you’ll embarrass me.”

“I will not,” he pouted. “I have three sisters that forced me to dance with them. I know what I’m doing.”

“You have sisters?” You latched onto the slip up quickly as his eyes widened.

“No,” his eyes flickered around you to those too wrapped up in their own conversations to worry about your bickering. You stored the tidbit of information on Nishinoya in a new area you created for him, ignoring those implications and how your stomach fluttered from excitement.

“I don’t like the look on your face,” he added with a suspicious gaze.

“I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Now I’m more worried,” he mumbled, glancing at a spot over your shoulder with a confident smirk. You raised a brow, following his gaze before your stomach knotted. The spot where Hinata had been waiting was completely empty. You searched around the room for his bright locks, but he was nowhere to be found.

You turned back to Nishinoya in betrayal, “where’s Shoyo?”

“Prince Kageyama wanted to spend some time with him.”

“So you…” You stared down at your feet before whipping back up at Nishinoya’s eyes that held a hint of regret. “You were distracting me?”

“He needed a way to get Hinata alone.” He looked upward thoughtfully, “and I didn’t mind talking to you again so...”

“I’m so dumb…” you grumbled. You didn’t even care that Hinata was hanging out with Prince Kageyama, but you wished it hadn’t involved you getting tricked to do so. “Now I’ll have to mingle without Shoyo as an out.”

“Mingle?” Nishinoya cocked his head to the side.

You waved a hand around the room exhausted. “Meet people. See if any of them are decent enough that I won’t completely hate my life if I try dating them.”

Nishinoya grimaced at your description, scanning the room slowly while tapping his fingers on your hip. He looked between you and the many people surrounding before hesitantly suggesting, “we could leave?”

You stared in a stunned silence before sputtering out, “what?”

“I know this place we could go so you don’t have to worry until Hinata’s back?” He cringed as the words came out.

“This sounds really sketchy.”

“I know. I don’t know how to make it not.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, debating if you should stay with the strangers who would bore you to death or trust the guy who just deceived you. You sighed, giving Nishinoya a quick once-over.

“Alright, lead the way.”

He promptly began shouldering through the sea of people, checking back every so often that he hadn’t lost you amongst the crowd. When you finally broke away from the groupings he led you to the back of the room, doing a quick sweep before opening a door that had been strategically hidden behind a curtain. Seconds thoughts crept into your mind as he ushered you through the door, eyes locked behind you to ensure no one was on your tail.

“Why do I get the idea we aren’t supposed to be back here?” you whispered as you reluctantly followed him down an empty corridor. Your footsteps echoed against the tiles while you stared at the incomprehensibly tall ceilings.

“Probably because we aren’t supposed to be back here.” Nishinoya navigated the maze of a castle without hesitation, checking each hall before hastily waving you behind him. You again wondered how nobody would notice his absence, but were unwilling to voice the concern in fear of being teased.

Eventually he stops before a set of glass doors, pausing with his hand on the handle before pulling one open and gesturing you inside. You were in awe as you stepped out the door, Nishinoya had led you to the castle gardens. An expanse of green overtook you. You saw speckles of color amongst it while a babbling told you of a stream somewhere in the vast room.

“It’s off limits for the night, so there’s no one for you to worry about.” He said, uncharacteristically avoiding your eyes. It made a weird pang strike your chest, so you turned back toward the extensive garden.

“I mean, you’re still here,” you quipped in an attempt to bring back the familiar atmosphere.

He snorted, “yeah, I guess that’s true.”

You walked languidly down the cobblestone path with Nishinoya beside you-his hands lazily shoved in his pockets. The gardens were as beautiful up close as they were at a distance. You trailed your fingers across petals as you moved, Nishinoya never breaking the comfortable silence even when you stopped at a small pond, koi fish swirling around each other in the clear water.

You hated to admit it, but you didn’t hate being in his company. You actually kind of liked it.

“Oh,” you perked up when your eyes met his in the water’s reflection. “My friend wanted to know about your hair.”

Nishinoya’s eyebrows furrowed while his hand slowly rose to his head. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head and pointing to your own forehead. “He wanted to know why part of it is blonde.”

Nishinoya went cross-eyed to look at the blonde streak he had, twirling it between his fingers. “I don’t know I was born that way. Why’d he want to know that?”

The image of Yamaguchi flailing his arms around while reciting a grand tale of Nishinoya being struck by lightning as you walked home together after the festival replayed in your mind. You swiftly shook it away and waved Nishinoya off. “Not sure, he’s a weird guy.”

Nishinoya looked skeptical, but didn’t press you further. You let out a relieving sigh and added scolding Yamaguchi for all the stupid rumors onto your list of things to do when the night was over.

“There’s a clearing up ahead that has a bunch of shaped bushes,” Nishinoya said, pointing further down your path. “They’re pretty funny.”

“You would think bushes are funny.”

“It’s not the bushes,” he said pouting. “It’s the shapes they get trimmed into. There’s one that looks like a cat mixed with a lizard. I swear they do it on purpose because-”

Nishinoya froze when he reached the entrance to the clearing and when you peeked past the bushes you nearly audibly gasped before Nishinoya put a hand over your mouth. He started dragging you back down the pathway, but it was too late. You had already seen them.

“Tanaka you fucking idiot. You’re supposed to tell me when you fucking sneak off you absolute shithead I can’t believe you just….” Nishinoya  continued to curse out whoever Tanaka was under his breath while his hold on your hand he’d grabbed remained tight. You stared down at your conjoined hands and if the situation wasn’t so serious you would probably be more embarrassed by it.

When Nishinoya deemed you were a great enough distance from the scene he pulled you to the side between a few trees, checking down the path to be sure you weren’t followed. He clasped his hands together and took a deep breath before giving you a serious look.

“What did you see?”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, avoiding his eyes. “I saw Lady Kiyoko with a guard in a rather… compromising situation.”

Nishinoya narrowed eyes, “define compromising.”

“Romantic.” You mumbled. Which was an understatement because they’d been beside each other holding hands with foreheads pressed together and whispering low, which was very clearly more meaningful than just romantic.

“Fuck,” Nishinoya dragged his hands down his face and began pacing a small circle. “Tanaka’s going to kill me. I mean, he should’ve warned me, but why would he expect me to actually bring someone here? I’m not usually like that. Besides, his situation is actually serious and I just... Oh god, I’m so dead.”

You blinked a few times before pointing a finger at him. “What was that part about him not expecting you to bring someone here?”

“Huh?” Nishinoya looked at you puzzled, as if he’d forgotten you were still with him.

“Yeah, how you’re not like that?” You crossed your arms. “What did you mean by-”

“Look you can’t tell anyone you saw this,” Nishinoya said, looking desperate. “Her family would kill him. They’re really strict about that stuff.”

You nodded and looked back down the path sadly, “but what are they going to do?”

“They don’t know.” Nishinoya looked at the ground annoyed. “They were hoping the whole Kageyama and Hinata thing would make her family more open-minded, but if anything it made them worse.”

You chewed your cheek as you thought. It had caused a bit of an uproar when Hinata started a relationship with Prince Kageyama since Hinata isn’t from a high end family. A lot of people were upset with the outcome and you guessed Kiyoko’s family was one of them.

“They looked so happy,” you whispered.

“They are,” Nishinoya leaned back. “It’s all so stupid, but at least they have each other, you know?”

Your lips quirked into a small smile. “I didn’t think that was possible,” you said, glancing up at his confused expression. “To end up that happy.”

It never felt like an option. To be able to look at someone the way Kiyoko looked at… Tanaka was it? You always imagined it feeling fake, but that looked so real.

“Maybe you just gave up before they could find you.” Nishinoya said, barely above a whisper with eyes uncharacteristically soft.

“Or maybe they’re just lazy and taking too long.” You countered, unsure of the way your heart rate increased when an amused smile crossed his face.

“Or maybe he saw how rude you were and decided they’d rather be alone,” he said, lacing his hands behind his head and turning to continue down the path back toward the castle.

You scoffed, jogging after him. “I’m sure someone would put up with me before they’d deal with you.” You glared and he stuck his tongue out at you with crossed eyes. “See? You’re a child.”

“I’m a delight to be around and you’re lucky to know me.”

“And now you’re a liar,” you shook your head. “No wonder you’re single.”

He chuckled, kicking a small stone laying in your path. “We should probably head back. Hinata should be done by now.”

“Oh yeah,” you observed the lit windows on the second-story where silhouettes stood close mimicking laughter. “He’s probably getting worried.”

Nishinoya nodded, guiding you back to the castle with more harmless bickering and the closer you got to the doors the more you fought the disappointment that ached in your chest. You hoped it was for the gardens, but you weren’t that foolish.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about missing me for long,” Nishinoya stated and fear struck you that he could read your mind. “I called it last time, so I’ll call it again. We’ll see each other soon.”

You had the quip on the tip of your tongue-that you wanted him to be wrong, hoped you wouldn’t see him again-instead what came out was just, “okay.”

He seemed thrown off, like that was the last thing he expected, so he just looked back toward his feet and mumbled out a soft, “okay.”

The rest of the walk was a comfortable silence as you settled with the fact that you probably wouldn’t mind seeing him again. Which was a first regarding you meeting new people. What that meant you weren’t sure, but it might not feel terrible figuring it out.

#nishinoya yu x reader #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yu #hinata shouyou #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyu!! #haikyuu #nishinoya imagine #kagehina

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. This is chapter 12. Poe is away helping his ex girlfriend Zorii Bliss get her mother home safely.

After his revelation regarding the nature of their relationship you left to go live with a friend.

Were you overreacting or do you have good reason to be nervous?

Warnings, XXX smut, female ejaculation, talk of death and violence. Injuries from said violence. Lol. Not for anyone under 18.

Kijimi, present day

After an intense battle with the mandalorian that had captured Zorii's mother Zeva she's home in one piece.

The same could not be said about the bounty hunter, they were left in multiple pieces.

Zorii and Poe were both injured. Poe was worse off, though. He had suffered burns to his arms, back and shoulders.

All thanks to a flamethrower.

Zorii was tending to his injuries aboard the spice freighter, cleaning and bandaging him up. Her gentle touch made him close his eyes from pleasure.

"Thank you so much for helping us". Zorii told him with a slight smile. "You were the only person that could have done it".

"We're quite a team, aren't we?" Poe tells her with a slight laugh as he winced from pain.

"Yes we are". Zorii replied with a laugh. "We both kicked ass".

"I'm back together with y/n". Poe explained. "She's expecting my child and we were going to get married soon".

"What happened? If you don't mind me asking". Zorii asked, her smile fading.

"I told her about us, and she got jealous". He told her with a deep sigh.

"That was 20 years ago, we're ancient history". Zorii told him with a laugh. "I still love you but in a different way".

"I feel the same way too". Poe said with a slight smile. "I'll always love you".

"She's going to kick your ass even more when she sees these gnarly burns". She told him with a laugh. "But in all seriousness let me know if you do get married and when the baby is born".

Meanwhile back on D'Qar

Your friend convinced you to go back home, and you did.

He's been gone 5 days but it felt more like a year.

You're feeling more like you're pregnant too. Morning sickness has hit you hard, you spend at least 2 hours every morning throwing up.

You're exhausted too, you spend half the day asleep.

Certain smells trigger it too, your breasts are so tender that you can barely tolerate a bra against your skin.

And the weight gain is frustrating too. You have never felt more undesirable in your entire life.

You were napping on the couch when Poe walked through the door.

He was surprised, and relieved, to see you there.

Poe leaned down and kissed you tenderly on the lips, your eyes fluttered open and with a slight smile you whisper,

"Poe, you're home safe".

"Yes I am babe, I've missed you". Poe said with a slight smile as he sat down next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel pregnant". You tell him with a slight laugh. "I'm having awful morning sickness and my breasts hurt".

"I was burnt to a crisp but her mother is home safe". Poe told you with a laugh.

He removes his shirt and you gasp in horror at the extent of his injuries, his back is covered in one solid, white bandage.

"Yeah, it's pretty bad". He continued, closing his eyes from pain. "I'll have scarring but I should heal fairly quickly".

"Mmmm scars are sexy". You tell him with a slight grin as you gently kiss him.

"You really think so?" Poe asks, smiling sweetly.

"I know so". You tell him with a slight laugh.

"I feel like relaxing in bed, I'm exhausted, what do you think?" Poe says with a smile as he kisses you back.

Once inside the confines of your bedroom you undress, Poe is watching you, and smiling.

"I see a hint of a bump". He said with a smile.

"Really? You do?" You ask, smiling a little as you give your belly an affectionate pat.

Poe stands up, leans down and kisses your barely there bump, his soft lips feel great against your bare skin.

His kisses keep going lower and lower, you giggle a little and say,

"I thought you were exhausted?"

"I lied to get you in here". Poe confesses with a devilish smirk on his gorgeous face. "I've been thinking about eating your pussy since I left base".

He picked you up and gently placed you on the bed.

Acting on instinct you spread your legs for him, Poe begins to teasingly kiss your inner thighs, the heavy stubble on his face is rough but feels good against your smooth skin.

He doesn't tease that day, instead he goes straight for what he was craving the most.

Your intricate folds are already wet and swollen for him, you can feel the soft curls on his head brush against your thigh as Poe starts to lick and suck on your highly sensitive, swollen bud.

You tense up from the release that you can feel building in your body, when you cum you gush a lot of warm fluid on his face.

Poe licks his lips, tasting your essence.

"My cock is so hard, damn". He confessed as he mounted you and slid his magnificent manhood inside of you in one stroke.

With your legs wrapped around his waist tightly Poe fucks you, soft and then hard as you beg him to pound you.

You're being careful not to touch his bandaged back, but it's difficult.

You accidentally brush his injured skin, causing him to wince in pain, but he composes himself again and finishes deep inside of you.

When you sit up Poe's thick load spills out of you, he leans over to kiss your breasts and takes one of your hard nipples into his mouth but you cry out in pain.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He asks, looking a little concerned.

"You did but it's normal, my breasts are very tender right now". You explain, kissing him back softly.

"I can't wait for our baby to be here". Poe tells you as he plants a few soft kisses on the soft skin of your neck. "I don't care if it's a boy or a girl".

"I have an odd feeling that we're having a baby boy". You tell him as you kiss him back. "A mini version of you".

"That would be wonderful". He replies, smiling brightly and touching your barely there bump. "The little guy can't be here soon enough, I want to see and hold him so badly".

"We need to get married before it's too obvious". You tell him with a slight laugh. "I don't want to be the knocked up bride".

"But you are the knocked up bride". Poe tells you with a smile as he bursts into laughter.

"Well, yeah, but noone has to know it". You explain, laughing heartily.

"Next week we're going back home". Poe says with a smile. "I have a surprise for you".

End of chapter 12

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut #star wars #star wars smut #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #fanfiction #fanfic smut #fanfic #romance #reader insert

[ashengro-tto]

hello! hope it's okay to ask for more than one? otherwise you can answer the ones you'd prefer to! ♥️♠️🦑👑🐱

Hi! It is more than okay to ask for more than one hehe

[ the rest are under the cut ]

[ also I’m bad at summarizing my thoughts so if the jumps between points feel weird, that’s why ]

[ ALSO also I’m sorry this took so long to be finished (lol) ]

Marlowe & Ace ♥️

Best Friend / Headache #1

Their first meeting was not the best (yes, it’s the same as our canon first meeting with Ace)

Marlowe felt very offended that he would even think of saying stuff like that to their face. “Ignorant”? “Go back to kindergarten”? They don’t like being looked down on, especially when it comes to things like intellect

...Okay, maybe those insults were directed primarily at Grim, but Marlowe felt hurt too!

They’ve had to deal with a great number of terrible personalities in the past, and so, they were able to keep their cool. Grim, however...well, you know how it goes

After a while though, his asshole-ness simply turned into annoying-ness, and Marlowe was able to just brush it off as Typical Ace Behavior

When Ace isn’t being a dick, they get along great! Marlowe’s pretty playful, and a bit of a trickster as well, so the two like to play harmless pranks on the other first years from time to time

And by other first years I mean mostly Deuce. Marlowe apologizes afterwards. Ace does not

Ace likes to tease Marlowe about how badly they’re adjusting to NRC school life (and also their abysmal history and PE grades) but it’s okay because they tease him back about how they’re better at alchemy than him

Hanging out with a guy like Ace who just screams Typical Teenage Boy feels really refreshing to Marlowe

Ace asks a lot of questions, partially because he’s genuinely curious about where Marlowe’s from, but mostly because they told him not to and he knows it annoys them. Marlowe knows he’s doing it to be annoying, so it’s more bearable

Marlowe admires Ace’s bravery (though some might call it recklessness). It was during chapter one, when he stood up to Riddle, that they really felt that “oh, this guy is really cool” feeling. Ace’s willingness to stand up for what he believes in inspires Marlowe to do the same

Marlowe & Deuce ♠️

Best Friend / Headache #2

Their first meeting was also the same as the one in-game

After Deuce summoned the cauldron and dropped it on Ace’s head, Marlowe actually screamed “WHAT THE FUCK” out loud. They don’t swear often, which goes to show how shocked they were

They gave him a very stern lecture about how dangerous that was, how he could have shattered Ace’s skull, how other people could have been injured as well...Deuce felt like he was being scolded by his mother

Don’t even get them started on the heart attack they had when Deuce flung Ace onto the chandelier

After getting to know him a bit better, Marlowe starts liking him a lot more

They adore his decision to leave his delinquent past behind! Marlowe greatly values learning and education, so they’re willing to support him every step of the way

Study buddies!

Their study sessions often turn into tutoring sessions, though, with Marlowe having to explain the lesson to him, but they don’t mind. They’re very patient, and also good at simplifying terms without taking away from their meaning, so Deuce learns pretty quickly with them

They feel a small sense of pride whenever he comes to them showing off his test scores (still low, but certainly an improvement)

The headache part mostly comes from when his Bad Boy Mode activates

Marlowe doesn’t like violence. They recognize that progress isn’t linear, and of course Deuce is going to...go back to the way he was at times, but they urge him to keep his calm and remember that “violence is never the solution”

Ohh, Marlowe was so disappointed when they found out he, Ace, and Grim went to Azul in chapter three. They didn’t even need to scold the three of them, their eyes said it all

Deuce felt the guiltiest, since Marlowe was always the one telling him not to cut corners. He felt extra guilty knowing how much Marlowe hated Azul. They take so much time out of their schedule to help him study, and he goes and asks for help from the one they hate most...!

What Marlowe loves most about Deuce is his willingness to learn and change. He was able to realize that his past actions were hurting his mother, and grew as a person because of it. He’s still growing, and learning to be someone his mother can be proud of, which is something Marlowe greatly respects and admires

Marlowe & Azul 🦑

Answered here!

Marlowe & Vil 👑

They’re actually pretty close!

They’re in the same club, so they interact quite frequently

Vil originally wanted them to try acting in one of the films he was in the process of making. He handed them the script, gave them some props, and the cameras started rolling

Marlowe’s attempts at acting were not good. The delivery of the lines was stilted, their movements stiff. Multiple times they had accidentally dropped the props. They had no clue why they did so terribly, they’re usually good at this kind of stuff. Maybe it was because there were cameras on them?

Vil eventually moved them to the costume department, just so they could contribute even a little bit

Marlowe’s very interested in magical pharmaceuticals. They love learning about how magic intertwines with medicine, and Vil is more than happy to teach them

Vil often scolds Marlowe for not following the skincare routine he’s provided for them, but Marlowe’s not used to such fancy products and strict routines...they really can’t keep up, no matter how hard they try

There’s a lot he nags them for, actually. Their fashion sense (he’s the one who styled their uniform), their diet (it’s not their fault Crowley doesn’t give them enough money for good food), and their sleeping habits (they’re not used to sleeping early, or sleeping a lot) just to name a few

Marlowe likes a lot of things about Vil. He’s hardworking and confident, but most importantly, he helps the people around him

Vil pushes people to work hard so they can reach their full potential and go from a dirty potato to a shining red apple. He isn’t just concerned with his own self-improvement, but the growth and development of others as well. Even if others don’t put in the effort, he still keeps pushing because he never gives up

Marlowe originally thought he’d be a selfish, crab-mentality kind of person, so finding out that he actually wants to see others around him prosper was a surprise, but a welcomed one nonetheless

What they dislike is his method of doing so. Marlowe is very much a kind, gentle person who believes real change shouldn’t come from brute force. They always feel a little annoyed when he acts so harsh towards others

Marlowe & Grim 🐱

Best Friend / Headache SUPREME (yes, he surpasses numbers)

Marlowe called him a “disease-ridden raccoon” when they first saw him, which Grim did not take kindly to

Imagine the Prologue, but all the player choices have an “insult Grim” option

When they found out that they would have to be two halves of one student in order to attend NRC, Marlowe groaned internally. They did not like the little troublemaking furball one bit

All he did was bring misfortune! Their first NRC experience could have gone a lot smoother if he hadn’t caused so much trouble! Disturbing the entrance ceremony, burning an important statue, the chandelier fiasco...randomly waking up in a new world was stressful enough, all that just made things even worse

Honestly, their first few weeks together were terrible. It was all bickering, arguing, snide comments...the ghosts in Ramshackle seriously considered relocating

As time went on, however, the two slowly grew on each other

Marlowe is Grim’s henchman! They buy him food, help him study, and scratch that one part behind his ears to help him fall asleep (which he totally doesn’t like, absolutely not)

Grim is Marlowe’s familiar! He protects them from danger, helps clean around the dorm (if bribed with enough tuna), and looks so cute when he’s sprawled out snoring on the makeshift cat bed they made him

Eventually the arguments turned into playful banter. Marlowe would nag him for not doing his homework, Grim would complain about it, then Marlowe would nag him for complaining, so on so forth

What Marlowe appreciates most about Grim is...his company. He was the first one they met in this strange new world. They both have no place to call home, no family to call their own. All they have is each other, so Marlowe’s really thankful for his company, even if he can be a little annoying at times

Marlowe would never admit it, but they’ve grown so attached to the little monster. They can’t imagine life in Twisted Wonderland without him...but don’t tell him they think that! He’ll never shut up about it!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #heartslabyul #ace trappola #twst ace #deuce spade #twst deuce #pomefiore #vil schoenheit #twst vil #twst grim #marlowe (twst) #twst oc #PLS DON’T DRAG ME FOR HOW OOC THIS IS (2) #i tried :’] and that’s what matters #did you notice the change in writing style halfway through. pls say no. #relationship ask game

[alj4890]

Misfortune's Intentions

(Liam x OC*Elisse Millan) (Drake x Riley) in a Choices: The Royal Heir fanfiction.

A/N Sorry for the delay. Life got in the way of my editing for posting this final part of the story. Thanks so much again for indulging my head canons, LOL. We now will wrap up our Liam x Elisse saga with some peeks into the future.

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Masterlist

Chapter 7 Never Ending

Valtoria's Hospital, Cordonia...

"Sit down." Hana patted the seat next to her. "You've been pacing for hours."

Maxwell shook his head. "I'm too nervous."

"One would think you were the expectant father." Olivia remarked.

"I am kinda responsible for this." He smiled at the thought. "After all, I'm the one that talked Riley into coming to Cordonia in the first place."

Liam and Elisse returned to the private waiting room.

"Any news yet?" Hana asked.

"It's begun." Liam explained. "A nurse told us that Riley is doing well. Drake is a nervous wreck."

"Sounds about right." Olivia grumbled, standing up to stretch.

She smiled when Elisse handed her a bag of salt and vinegar chips.

The cravings had begun, and as much as it surprised the sugary treat loving parents, the triplets were causing Olivia to want salty and sour foods.

"Thank you." She popped one of the chips in her mouth, sighing in delight.

Liam shook his head. "Are we sure those are our children doing this?" He teased.

"I think it's their way of showing how much they appreciate Olivia taking care of them." Elisse added with a laugh. "They know she isn't as fond of desserts as we are."

The duchess rolled her eyes even though she was secretly touched at Elisse's words. The thought that the babies would go out of their way to keep her as comfortable as she could be seemed more like the royal couple than anything else.

Each evening, after she got settled in bed, she would talk to the triplets. Olivia shared childhood memories of her years growing up with Liam. She told them observations and conclusions she had made concerning Elisse.

She would never tell anyone else she did such, in what was her opinion, ridiculous things. Yet, a part of her wanted the babies to know how important she, herself, thought they were. How much she cared for Liam and Elisse...and now their family.

The fact that she was giving the royal couple what was once thought impossible brought a pricking of tears to her eyes.

"Damn hormones." She grumbled, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from slipping out.

Drake chose that moment to burst into the waiting room.

"She's here!" His smile practically glowed. "The baby is perfect. Looks just like Brooks!"

Everyone voiced their congratulations while Olivia gave up the battle and allowed her tears to fall.

At least I'm not the only one crying.

Hana was delicately dabbing at her own eyes while Maxwell bawled.

Soon they were taken to see the newest Walker.

"Everyone," Riley said softly, "meet Hope." She handed the infant to Drake. "She hasn't quite learned that one should stay awake when company visits."

After Hana cuddled her close she passed the baby to Liam.

He regarded the bundle in pink blankets, thinking about her nearly being the heir to the throne.

He wasn't about to question how all that he had gone through the last few years had led to his life resembling one he could have never imagined.

Each misfortune he had suffered had somehow pushed him toward his finally finding a happiness all his own.

Leo's abdication led to meeting Riley. Though their love had not endured, it had revealed to him what he had truly needed in a significant other. It gave him the courage to not allow anything to take it away from him again if given another chance to fall in love.

If he had not been so impatient in naming an heir, then he never would have had a chance to really get to know Elisse. He might have encountered her down the road at some international event, but would he have pursued her?

Would she have pursued him?

He handed Elisse the baby, watching as a tender smile formed on her lips. He knew they both were imagining what it would be like to hold their babies.

His eyes rested on Olivia. She had one hand protectively over her slight baby bump.

If her parents had not died in a traitorous act, then she might not have volunteered so readily to being a surrogate. Would she be such close friends to Liam if they had lived? Would she have been so willing to do whatever sacrifice was needed for Cordonia?

Seeing now that there had to have been some kind of grand design in each heart wrenching moment in their lives to lead them to what they were meant to have helped when reflecting back on the past.

Once Hope was back in Riley's arms, he quietly observed Drake with his family.

He had once held bitterness toward him for taking the one he had lost his heart to. And yet, now that he had Elisse and a family of his own in the making, he couldn't feel anything other than a simple joy that his best friend had found a happiness all his own.

Seeing them together with their little public displays of affection didn't phase him at all. There was no twinge of pain. No...nothing.

Elisse slipped her hand in his, drawing him away from reminiscing.

Liam lifted her hand to his lips, smiling when she rested her head against his shoulder.

The future lay before them and he was more than excited at what was next for them.

***************

Beginning of the third trimester, the Royal Palace...

"You're going to have to stop traveling." Ethan explained. "In fact, I'm putting you on bedrest."

"For how long?" Olivia asked.

"For the rest of the pregnancy."

Preparing for an argument, Ethan was surprised when Olivia dropped her head into her hands.

Her shoulders shook with silent sobs.

Elisse laid a hand on her back, trying to soothe her.

"Olivia?" Liam gently touched her shoulder. "Are you in pain?"

"No." Her voice cracked. She lifted her eyes to Ethan's. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. Not at all." He reached over and placed his hand on top of hers. "This happens often when carrying multiples."

She took deep breaths to try and call down.

"I'm sorry." She wiped her eyes. "I seem to be crying over everything lately."

Elisse shushed her while Liam praised how well she had been doing.

Once the couple were reassured that everything was still looking well, they left after hearing the babies' heartbeats.

"I want to monitor you through the night." Ethan explained when Olivia moved to return to her room.

"You do?" Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"You've had two bouts of contractions." He continued to type his notes, believing that to be the end of their conversation.

"Can't I be monitored in my room?"

"No."

"Ethan!"

He lifted his eyebrows at her outburst.

"Can I at least move to the hospital bed, or were you intending on me staying on the examining table from now on?" She snapped.

"Olivia, what's wrong?"

She folded her arms over her stomach. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" He snorted softly.

"Yes, nothing." She grumbled. "Nothing you would be concerned over or even consider worthwhile."

He closed his laptop and gave her his full attention. "Does it involve you?"

"Obviously." She averted her eyes. "Why else would I be sitting here?"

He rose and helped her off the table. "Come on. Let's get you settled, then you can tell me what is going on in that head of yours."

"Why must you make it sound like I'm some emotional idiot?" She raised her shirt for him to place the tocodynamometer around her belly.

"I don't do that." He argued.

"Yes, you do." She placed her hand where a little knee or elbow was pressing. "Even the heirs agree."

He snorted softly. "My apologies. I thought I treated you rather well."

"You do." She admitted. "I don't know why I'm trying to fight with you."

When she kept her eyes downcast, Ethan pulled a chair next to her bed and sat down. "I have all the time in the world to hear what is really wrong."

"I'm..." She grit her teeth, hating the words that were about to come out. "I'm scared."

"Of?"

She shot a glare at him for making her explain. "Of giving birth." Needing to justify herself, she hurried to defend such a feeling. "This isn't something I could train for. And given the few women I know who have given birth, no one has the same experience."

"That's true."

Olivia tried to wait patiently to see if he would say anything else. When he simply looked at her, she felt her irritation return.

"That's true? That's all you have to say?!"

He shrugged. "Well I certainly don't have any first hand experience to offer."

"Your bedside manner is remarkable."

He leaned forward and placed his hand on hers that rested on her belly. "I don't know how this will go. I can give you medical facts and statistics, but they will do little to ease your mind. I can tell you about all the successes I have had as a doctor. It still won't matter."

"You're making it worse." She tried to pull her hand away.

Ethan gripped her fingers. "What I can tell you is that I will do everything within my power to get you and the triplets through this." His thumb brushed her hand. "I will be right by your side if we do have to perform a cesarean. I will make certain you have the best of everything."

She studied his face, feeling reassured by the calm determination stamped in his features.

With a squeeze of his hand, she relaxed back against her pillows. "Thank you Ethan."

He smiled softly at her while settling in for a night of monitoring.

*******************

Nearly two months later...

Elisse trembled as she tried to put on the surgical gown she was given. She crammed her hair under the cap while trying not to think that within minutes, she would see her children being born.

When Olivia's contractions started the night before, Elisse and Liam had rushed from their bedroom knowing that this could very well be the moment.

There had been numerous false alarms, but this one was finally it. What they had not anticipated was how long it was taking.

Ethan and some obstetricians he had worked with in Boston had decided that a vaginal birth did not seem to be possible. One of the triplets was still in a breached position and blocking the other two.

Olivia had taken the news well, though most of the color had drained from her face. She was already exhausted from the nearly twenty hours of contractions and silent worry. She gripped Ethan's hand when he tried to leave to prepare.

"I'm only leaving to change." He explained.

"Then you'll come back?" She asked.

"I promised you didn't I?" He asked.

She nodded.

He was surprised when she pressed his hand to her cheek.

"Thank you." She breathed as another contraction began. Her fingers tangled with his as it caused a groan of pain to slip out.

He waited until she relaxed before easing his hand away. "I'll be back."

Liam and Elisse had followed him out.

"Will she be alright?" Liam asked.

"Yes." Ethan scrubbed his hands and arms. "Dr. Lahela is one of the best surgeons I've worked with. With him and the obstetric team on hand. All four of our patients should do well."

Elisse had remained quiet as the medical team rushed to set up the room for the delivery. Her eyes followed the young, handsome surgeon who greeted everyone with a confident smile.

Liam stepped up beside her and gently squeezed her hand. "This is it, my love."

She tilted her head to the side, noticing the crinkle around his eyes. Though the surgical mask hid the lower half of his face, there was no denying his excited smile.

She let go of his hand to hug him.

He held her close, resting his cheek on top of her head.

"I love you, Liam." She raised her eyes to capture his. "Our life, our family, is more than I could have ever hoped for."

He tenderly cupped her cheek. "I love you too." He took her hand and pulled her along. "Now let's go meet our children."

The pair stood at Olivia's head while the cesarean was performed. Liam kept his arm around Elisse as they waited for the first glimpse of their children.

The duchess kept her eyes on Ethan's profile. He had taken her hand as soon as he returned to her side. When Bryce had placed the scalpel to her abdomen, Ethan had intertwined his fingers with hers. His piercing gaze went from the procedure to her face. Seeing her remain calm helped him to focus once more on the birth.

Bryce lifted one of the babies out. "Looks like you have a prince." He smiled at the couple who watched anxiously as the nurses and assisting doctors cleaned and examined the wailing newborn.

"And his twin brother." Bryce removed another, chuckling when the crying infant peed on a nurse. "He'll be trouble."

Elisse covered her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. She placed her other hand on Olivia's shoulder as Bryce delivered the smaller of the three.

"Poor little princess, trapped with those rowdy boys." He chuckled when her softer wail was given as a response. He looked up at the royal couple. "Congratulations, your majesties. You have a family."

****************

A couple of hours later, Elisse and Liam sat with Olivia. Each held one of the babies that had been born.

"What will you name them?" Olivia asked, smiling when the little prince frowned at her.

"We never did decide on names for a boy." Liam chuckled when the crown prince in his arms yawned.

"Our princess shall of course hold the name that means the most to us." Elisse placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead.

Liam smiled in agreement. "Hopefully she will carry it well."

"What are you going to call her?" Olivia asked.

"Libby for short." Elisse replied. "Princess Olivia for all formal occasions."

****************

Epilogue, Applewood Manor, four years later...

Liam chased after his children in the apple orchard. Their squeals drew laughter from Elisse as she set out their picnic.

When Libby was swept up in her father's arms, her brothers, Connor and Christopher, each tried to save her by grabbing onto Liam's legs.

Liam playfully dropped to the ground. "Help!" He cried out to his wife. "I'm outnumbered again!"

Elisse rushed over, to only collapse in giggles when the triplets rushed into her arms.

Liam watched them, feeling as if his heart would burst with pride over his family.

These last five years had been the happiest of his life. His marriage to Elisse had been what he and Corodnia had needed. The birth of their children had been a day of celebration across the country.

Peace and prosperity had followed.

Amalas visited often with her allies, causing Cordonia to be one of the most sought after countries in the EU. Trade and tourism grew from these alliances. Cordonia's unemployment rate became nearly nonexistent, causing more contentment than the country had seen in the last three hundred years.

As the triplets grew and the people caught glimpses of their sweet personalities, they were just as beloved as their parents were.

Elisse drew him from his thoughts when she spoke to the children about their upcoming trip for a wedding.

Olivia had been hailed by everyone as a hero. Liam and Elisse took every chance they could to say that they wouldn't have their children if not for her generous offer. No one, they said, could have done a better job.

Olivia had returned to Lythikos shortly after giving birth. Ethan had gone with her to assist in her recovery and to begin the plans for a research hospital. They had developed a close bond during those months of pregnancy. It only became stronger the more they worked together.

Though most of her friends whispered that there was something more between the fiery duchess and renowned physician, nothing seem to come about from their time together.

At least, that's what they thought.

Imagine everyone's surprise when one night at a ball in in the palace, Olivia asked Liam and Elisse if the triplets could be in her wedding.

"Wedding?!" Riley sputtered. "You're getting married?!"

"Why else would I ask for ring bearers and flower girls?" Olivia rolled her eyes. "And I suppose I will need Hope as a flower girl also to make it even."

"Who's the lucky guy?" Drake asked, unable to imagine anyone voluntarily tying his life to her.

"Who else?" Came a deep voice from behind them.

Ethan came around and stood next to Olivia. His hand found hers while they met everyone's curious stares.

After congratulations were given and promises that the children would do their best, Olivia and Ethan had left the group to dance.

Speculation amongst the group of how and when were whispered. Knowing the pair well, Elisse knew that guessing was all they would get. Neither Ethan nor Olivia would likely tell them anything about their love life.

She couldn't help but secretly hope that her fertility issues had somehow helped in putting them together.

She believed she owed them everything. Both had a hand in giving her and Liam their hearts' only wish for a family.

Elisse had suspected a closeness between them but had never said anything about it. She knew that neither Ethan nor Olivia would appreciate any interference, much less attention toward their relationship.

Watching the couple as they danced, she couldn't imagine any two people she thought deserved to find happiness more than them.

Months of wedding planning went by. Practice and fittings were completed. People from near and far were making the journey to the cathedral nestled in the snowy mountains.

"Mommy?" Libby asked once they were seated on the picnic blanket. "Can I keep some of the flowers? I don't want to throw them all."

"Do we get to throw the rings?" Connor asked.

"And the pillow?" Christopher pretended to throw an imaginary pillow at his brother, laughing when Connor pretended to be knocked down by it.

"I don't think that is quite what Olivia and Ethan want." Liam explained. "I suggest you keep to how we practiced."

"We will." Christopher promised.

"And we can always pick more flowers." Elisse reminded Libby. "You want Olivia to have a pretty aisle to walk down, don't you?"

The couple shared a smile when Libby quickly agreed to make it beautiful with the petals she would be given to toss.

Their children kept up a happy chatter about the upcoming trip. Snowmen, snowball fights, and sledding were planned amongst the three.

Liam reached for Elisse's hand as they listened to the cheerful voices. She scooted closer to him to kiss his cheek.

He returned the kiss, a soft smile forming with the thought that his life was filled with endless moments like this.

Everything he had ever wanted was right here.

#misfortune's intentions #liam x oc #drake x riley #ethan ramsey x olivia nevarkis #choices the royal heir #choices the stories you play #trh liam #trh drake #trh olivia #olivia nevrakis #ethan ramsey

[monaownsmyass]

Hmm I’m pretty bad with being creative so idk if this would make a good fic or not but here’s a suggestion haha. It’s the day that all of that craziness with Benji happened and as soon as you told Zoey she stopped everything that she was doing to be with you. **Basically that diamond scene we got but more fluff, cuteness, kisses, and possible revealing of feelings**

Here you go! Lmk how I did :)

Falling For You

Book: Queen B, Chapter 10 Pairing: Zoey Wade x MC (Bea Hughes) Genre : Fluff, like A LOT of fluff Rating: Nothing explicit, maybe suggestive Word Count: 2,115 A/N: This takes place directly after the whole Benji situation. Zoey's updated diamond scene if I were to write it I guess. No 'horny butterflies' though, sorry lol

"Bea!"

I heard the front door open as Zoey rushed in. I stood up to greet her but before I could say a word, Zoey dropped her bag and enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug, knocking the wind out of me.

"Hey, Zo," I managed to whimper out.

"Ohmygod, Bea, I came as soon as I could," she said softly, her grip on me relaxing. "You have no idea how worried I was."

I wrapped my arms around her neck and rested my cheek against her shoulder. "I'm just glad you're here now."

Zoey pulled back slightly and gave me a kiss on my temple. Taking my hand in hers, she lead me to the couch to sit before pulling one hand away from mine to tuck some stray hair behind my ear. I lean into her soft caress and turn my head slightly to kiss the palm of her hand. My heart was racing faster than it ever had.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" She pulled me into her, laying my head onto her shoulder. I filled her in on everything The T didn't cover while she played with my hair.

When I was done, she met my eyes with pure fury in hers. "He stole your bra? Seriously? Do I need to kill him for you?"

I let out a small giggle, "That's my Zo. Always ready to throw hands."

Her hardened face soften into a smile after my comment. "Well, maybe I'd hire someone. Wouldn't want to break a nail." She paused. "But for you, babe? It'd be worth it."

I placed my head back on her shoulder and sighed in contentment, relieved to have her here beside me. "What would I do without you to fight for me?"

"Apparently you'd do just fine for yourself," she let out a laugh that made my heart burst with joy, "Using your bra as a whip and to choke him? Girl, that's badass! Pretty hot too."

I smirked up at her, "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"You know it, baby," her voice low and suggestive, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Butterflies ruptured in my stomach. I cleared my throat and decided to change the subject. "So, I believe I was promised some pasta and some wine?"

She let out another delightful laugh while scooching me over so she could stand up. I follow her her to the stove only for her to shake her head at me.

"You sit! Your task for today is just to sit still, look pretty and of course, drink this massive glass of wine," she ordered as she poured me a glass of Cabernet and guides me to the bar stool by the waist, gesturing me to sit down. She turned on the radio and moved to the stove to get to work.

"Yes, ma'am," I teased, "I like it when you boss me around."

Zoey looks back at me and our eyes lock, casting a rakish and downright gorgeous grin my way and ooh boy... I'd give up the world just for Zoey Wade to look at me like that for the rest of my life.

"Of course you do," she said as she rolled her eyes, still smiling.

Entranced by her smile I whispered, "How are you so perfect?"

"Well, coming from the most perfect woman I've ever laid my eyes on, that's saying something." Her voice was playful. "But go on."

"You've got to know how much you mean to me. You're amazing, Zo. You're an absolute babe with impeccable fashion sense, a badass that lets no one stand in her way and not to mention extremely talented and kind and caring..."

"Why, thank you! I am all of those things." She turned to face me. " But you forgot one thing." She sauntered towards me, wrapping one arm around my waist and her other hand grabbing my thigh from under. It felt like I've been struck by lightning.

She leaned in closer, foreheads almost touching. "I have incredible taste in women."

I closed my eyes in anticipation, only open them and find those soul-piercing eyes gazing at my lips.

"I want you to kiss me," she breath out. "Show me how much I mean to you."

She didn't have to tell me twice.

I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into me, crashing our lips together in a hasten fashion. This kiss, this kiss was not like any of the others we've shared before. It was not like any others I've had before. It was slow, soft, passionate. The kind of kiss that makes you realise that every love story you've heard aren't lies. The kind of kiss that makes you wonder how you've ever lived without experiencing it. The kind that makes your heart skip a beat and soar and heat goes to your cheeks and you become light-headed and weak in the knees and... and... It's the kind of kiss that makes you realise you're falling for someone because wow, if I wasn't already falling for her I sure am now.

I am falling for Zoey Wade.

It felt timeless but it was over all too soon. Before breaking off the kiss, Zoey gently bit my bottom lip and gave it a light tug, making me groan. Not wanting to let her go, I tighten my arms around her.

"Darling," she grinned her charming, brilliant smile at me once again. "The pasta is gonna burn if we don't stopped."

At the mention of food, my stomach gave a grumble. We both giggled as I let her go.

"Alright, alright, but promise me we'll carry on later?" I gave her my best puppy-dog eyes and a pout for good measure.

Zoey smiles softly, softer than I've ever seen. She looks just as smitten as I felt and the thought alone was enough to make me giddy.

Once she was done, Zoey served us the pasta she's prepared. Dinner was an exercise, trying to focus on the food and not the ethereal being sitting opposite me. Everything she did was distracting. From the way she bit into the food to her hand gestures and to the way her eyes lit up when she laughed. She was intoxicating.

We worked our way through multiple servings of pasta and the rest of the bottle of the Cabernet. I helped Zoey put the dishes and glasses into the dishwasher as I thanked her.

"It seems like you're good at everything."

"Of course, babe! Don't you remember who you're talking to?" she said playfully.

I smiled endearingly at her. That's my Zo.

"Now c'mon! It's my job for tonight to take care of you so tell me, how can I help you relax?" She trailed a soft hand along my cheek, electricity sizzling where she touched me.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you promised me a make out sesh," I reminded her nonchalantly.

Wasting no time, she dragged me to my room and lightly shoved me onto the bed. I plopped clumsily on the bed as Zoey climbed over me, resting her body against mine. She lowered her lips to my ear and muttered, "Are you relaxed yet?"

"A little, I think you should kiss me just to be safe."

And kiss me she did. It was as thrilling as the previous kiss. She kissed me just as tenderly, savouring me as if I might disappear if she pulls away.

A hand that was on my cheek moved down to my breast and gave it a squeeze. I let out a small moan and felt her smile through the kiss. Her hand then made its way further down, caressing my stomach and thighs delicately.

In a swift motion, she grasped my thigh hard enough to leave a mark and hiked it up to her waist, pushing herself closer into me in the process.

"Oh, Zoey!" I was already feeling heady at this point.

Her lips left mine to kiss down my jaw to my neck, marking me as she made her descend. After a while, she kissed her way back up my jaw, trailing to my ear. She placed a hand on my chest, over my heart and mumbled, "Hmm, you definitely don't feel relaxed."

"Shut up," I grinned playfully and pulled her lips to meet mine once again.

It could've only been a few minutes or a couple hours but eventually, we stopped. Zoey laid her head on my chest and closed her eyes, trailing patterns on my skin with a perfectly manicured finger. I heard the light drizzle from outside turn into a heavy downpour as I held this breathtaking woman in my arms. I caught a whiff of her floral shampoo from her gorgeous dark curly hair as I tilted my head down to look at her. I let out a big sigh, feeling absolutely blissful.

I felt Zoey shift slightly. Afraid she might try to get up, I encircle her waist with my legs while my arms squeezed her as much as I could.

"Bea!" she shrieked and giggled, squirming in my embrace. "I'm gonna die!"

"I'm never letting you go!" I giggled with her.

She stopped struggling after a while and stretched her neck to look up at me. "Bea," she spoke my name in a slow, flirtatious manner. A prayer on her lips.

"Yeah?" In a moment of weakness, she jumped out of my embrace and ran out of my room.

"Come get me, slowpoke!" she called out while laughing.

I chased her all around the apartment while cursing her.

"Damn you and your long legs!"

She just laughed that radiant laugh of hers.

I don't know how or when it happened, but she was the one who was trying to catch me instead by the end of our little game of catch.

"I've caught you! No escaping now, beautiful," she bragged as she held me in a bear hug.

"Oh no, I'm in the arms of a very attractive woman, whatever shall I do?" I feigned distress.

"You think you're so funny, huh, babe?"

"I'm hilarious." I brought my arms around her waist and leaned up to give her a peck on the lips.

"If you say so," she replied while bending a little to kiss the tip of my nose.

We just stood there for a moment, holding onto each other while listening to the rain that was beginning to subside and to the music that was playing softly in the background from the radio. I've never felt more at home.

Following a moment of silence, Zoey spoke up, "Bea, I just want to say I'm sorry for pushing you onto Professor Kingsley so much especially since I know you don't even like her." She took a deep breath and exhaled. "I... at first I didn't even realise myself why I was so insistent about it. I kept telling myself it's cuz it was the only way to overthrow Poppy. I was in denial about my feelings. Then the whole Benji thing happened and I realised how worried I was and it's just... Flirting with you is second nature to me cuz I'm used to it but this is all so new to me and I didn't know how to process it. I guess what I'm trying to say... what I'm saying is..."

My heart was hammering out of my chest. I've never felt this way for anyone before either but I knew I had to tell her too. It felt right.

"IthinkImfallingforyou!" I blurted out before she could finish.

She held me back a little and looked at me, her captivating brown eyes peering into mine. "What?"

I took a deep breath.

"I think I'm falling for you, Zoey Wade," the words coming out quietly and cautiously.

Her face went from confusion to realisation to shock then to sheer excitement all in the span of a few seconds.

"I think I'm falling for you, too, Bea Hughes."

I let out a small laugh in relief.

I snuggled back into Zoey as she placed a loving kiss on the top of my head.

It was probably pretty late and we had classes the next day. But right then, the both of us sharing small laughs and kisses every now and then, enjoying each other's warm embrace while swaying to the tune of some random song in the dim lighting of our dinning area, I knew I would've rather spend another hour right there than a lifetime anywhere else.

All my worries and stress faded away as I looked up at her stunning face.

How could I've not fallen from Zoey Wade?

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[jeonjeonggukenergy]

Anti-Hero

summary ~ in search of wine at a party that’s so not your scene, you run into jungkook, the weeb from your film class, and become determined to learn just how much he lives up to his big reputation.

pairing ~ jungkook x reader

genre ~ fluff, light smut w/ more to come - college!au

wordcount ~ 1.7k

warnings ~ light smut, drinking/partying, mentions of dick?, basically just making out, feat. long hair jk :)))))

a/n ~ this is my first time posting a fic!!! costume idea inspired by @ddaenggtan‘s iconic weeb-ass jk in chasing butterflies lol, and I got the idea to write this in general from wondering what a scenario like @joonbird​‘s literally flawless fic passionfruit would be like from the opposite perspective bc I kept reading it (and rereading it...and rereading it...) and loving the connection but I’m much more like joon in that au than the reader oooop. anyway thank you to all the writers on here whose work i have loved and my friends who have encouraged me and made me bold enough to embrace such a fun new creative outlet xxx u know who u are :’)

next: chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 (coming soon!) 

~ read on ao3 ~

CHAPTER 1 ~ dress up

You never intended to end up at this Halloween party. You didn't even know who to expect to see here, other than your roommate's friend from high school, the host, who had invited y'all as a package deal even though she knew you didn't really do parties. At least not ones like hers, where every bedroom ended up occupied by the end of the night and nearly no one went home alone. Thrilled to break out of your lame group of friends for a taste of flirtation and fun, you tried to relax into the scene but the unspoken expectation of casual sex intimidated you the tiniest bit.

Speaking of casual sex, there was Jungkook.

Used to admiring him from afar in your "14 Films To See Before You Graduate" class, you paused to take in the sight of him in what you supposed was a more natural habitat. Everyone knew Jungkook got girls, thanks to the rumor his first freshman-year hookup had started about his seriously impressive dick. He had a beautiful body too, carefully crafted muscles obvious even beneath his usual baggy black clothes, so as the more intimate rumors spread and various co-signers confirmed every detail from length to curve to (you had always hated this word, but...) girth, getting a piece of all that became a badge of honor among the girls in your grade. You had never really understood how the awkward boy who hid manga under his desk in class could supposedly be such a sex symbol, but you almost felt bad for him. That kind of reputation following you around everywhere couldn't be all fun and games. If anything, though, it had intrigued you even more about the rest of him, all his little weeb quirks and the way he debated your points in the discussion boards like he actually cared. He wasn't exactly studious in general, but he clearly loved film and you enjoyed speaking up in class just to see how he would jump off of your observations. You hadn't really talked to him other than that, but he didn't seem to be talking to anyone else tonight either. From the corner, you let yourself appreciate the way his nervous hands tugged at the skinny black tie of his costume, freeing more of his throat from a thin yellow button-down shirt.

At least you no longer felt overdressed in your Nancy Drew outfit. The retro headband, brown loafers, and bookish plaid knee-length skirt set a much more sophisticated tone than most other ensembles you'd seen, but Jungkook's weeb ass had basically worn a full suit to channel Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop. With his grown-out hair tousled and a navy pinstripe jacket cinched tight with two strips of electrical tape over his tiny waist, you couldn't deny that he rocked it. He leaned against a long plastic table left in the hallway, bobbing his head to the music in the next room and adjusting the too-slim suit pants around his thick thighs. His translucent cup stayed hidden behind a hip until he raised it quickly to his face for another sip of...red wine? Probably Franzia, knowing tonight's crowd, but anything was better than beer. You made a beeline for the one boy with taste at this party, your sole mission now to get wine drunk, sneak some Usher throwbacks on this playlist, and drop it low enough to leave some dude hard on the dance floor. #wastehistime2019, yknow.

"Hey!" You got his attention, grabbing the hand with the cup before he could lower it out of view again. His eyes grew comically wide and his mouth formed an "o" in shock before you demanded "Where is the wine?" and he pressed his lips back into a line, stuttering.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I just brought a bottle because the beer here sucks but I think it's all gone by now, I tried to hide it but yeah anyway you can have the rest of this one if you want though." Wincing at his own ramble, he ruffled the retro pouf of his hair with one hand and proffered the plastic cup in another. Both actions highlighted how pretty his hands were and you were just slightly tipsy enough to thread your fingers over his in the also-pretty black waves falling over his yep-still-just-as-pretty cheekbones.

"Aw, it's okay, I don't want to take your wine. No more liquid courage for me," you grinned, dotting the lightest kiss on his nose. It was an innocent gesture, but as your face naturally lowered so your noses touched, leaving your lips centimeters away from each other, something snapped—in him.

His wine discarded on the table, a hand curled around to clutch your ass and you practically felt his tongue before you felt his lips. Slamming your body abruptly into his, he nudged a thigh between your legs to grind it up on your center and as your arm got caught between your bodies, the tension you sensed filling his frame gave you pause. You pushed him away gently but firmly with the hand already flattened against his rock-solid abs. Looking down at the slight space restored between y'all, you removed his hands from his hair and your ass and laced them in yours to guide him back against the wall.

"I...what was that?" you almost giggled. You definitely weren't trying to laugh at him, but you couldn't hide your surprise at this first potential proof of his fuckboy reputation.

"I'm—" his whole face crumpled, both from the simple sting of your seeming rejection and the possibility that he had broken a boundary or forced himself on you against your wishes, which made him so sick he could barely face you. Squirming under your light hold but not quite resisting, he rambled again: "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to force myself on you or anything, don't worry I would never try anything if you didn't want to, I just figured we might as well get to the point if you did because, uh...when girls touch me like that or even talk to me at these things it's pretty much always just because they...want to."

"Jungkook," you breathed, pulsing your hands over his in reassurance. He squeezed his eyes shut, still distraught, and when they opened, you had craned your neck to meet his averted gaze.

"I never said I didn't want to."

His eyes widened again. "Uh...uh...then..." he trailed off, never having needed to directly proposition a girl like this before. He really had been inexperienced before the rapid escalation of college, and was at a loss for how to get to the good stuff from here via anything more eloquent than a rushed "Wanna fuck?" You shook your head silently, nose grazing his again, and let go of one hand to cup his face with care, like he was something precious you were scared of breaking.

"What? You want to get right to fucking me?" you murmured into his ear. He shivered at hearing you curse for the first time, freed from the constraints of class discussions and closer than he ever guessed you'd get to him. "Is that really what you want? Or is it what you think I do? Because if it's alright, I think I want something better. For you."

You pressed a new kiss to his nose, only slightly stronger than the one that had started all this. He held his breath and his untouched, open mouth trembled as you scattered soft introductions of your lips across his forehead, to his temples, over the scar that sliced his cheekbone. Finally inhaling a skittery heave of your shared air as you passed closer to his lips, he forced it back out in frustration when you ducked away to nudge under his jaw instead. Returning your hand to his hair, you grinned, enjoying the spike in his pulse under your thumb and skipping the tip of your tongue lightly over his neck right up to the earlobe. You lifted the choppy ends of his waves away from the dangly silver hoop they hid, tensing the strands just slightly between your fingers in an inability to hide your glee. Something told you this was going to drive him crazy.

Taking a slight detour to suck his pierced lobe between your lips, you responded to Jungkook’s low moan of surprise by wedging your tongue through the first oversized hole and letting your teeth clatter over multiple rings of metal. He was trying so hard to stay pliant under you, but the tease of slight pain in a new and unusual spot made him want your mouth more, anywhere he could get it. No one had ever spent this much time tracing so few inches of skin.

And so many girls had buried his face in their necks, craving evidence of an encounter with the Jeon Jungkook, that a strange kind of empathy caught him off guard when you showed him how good it could feel to receive. You connected your lips to the hollow right under his ear, feeling the tendons stretch as his head lolled away from you. Working him through a cascade of light gasps, you stepped away satisfied once you had sucked a dark bloom to the surface. He watched you leave with his mouth agape and chest heaving, unable to believe you could just walk away with a wave and a "See you in class!"

But you did, and he would.

"Shit!" he swore, a shaky hand darting straight to the spot. Now he had to keep his hair long for at least another two or three days. If he showed up to discussion on Monday and had to watch you admiring your work on his skin, he would probably just die on the spot. And that would not be very Spike Spiegel of him.

next chapter

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[forestwater87]

Hey! It's the one who wanted fanfiction writing advice and how to sorta join the fandom. So, I am currently writing a werewolf! au for Gwenvid, and I was wondering if I could ask you something (well, multiple somethings lol)? One, what are things you would like to see in a Gwenvid fic? Two, do you have any advice for writing a good first chapter? Mine is kind of short and not too good, but yours are super good. Three, how would Gwen react to becoming a werewolf? Scared or excited? Thanks!

Oooh, fun! I don’t know if I’m the best authority on this, but I think I have a couple followers who might also have some good insights. Let’s see . . .

Things I personally go feral for in Gwenvid fics:

That UST. Pining, longing, yearning -- whatever you wanna call it, all those little glances at each other then looking away when they get caught staring, getting distracted by a brush of skin against theirs or the other one looking amazing just out of nowhere, standing too close without realizing it and then awkwardly coughing and backing away . . . all of it. These two goobers in love with each other and completely oblivious is just . . . idk, it’s obviously personal preference, but that will-they-won’t-they dance is one of my favorite things about pre-established-relationship Gwenvid, and something I never get tired of. (Also, just saying: werewolf transformations have the distinct side effect of the werewolf waking up partially or completely naked in the forest. It’s a scenario ripe for awkward and/or hilarious situations.)

If they’re in an established relationship already, it’s all about those little domestic things. I mean, there can be domestic things even before they’re dating, because they live together for like 3-4 months out of the year so they have a routine going, but things like one of them keeping the light on for the other without thinking, making coffee/tea and leaving everything laid out just the way the other one likes it, communicating (or even arguing) with just a look, all the casual lil touches of two people so comfortable with each other that it’s automatic at this point. It’s an essential part of fluff that I sometimes feel is overlooked in favor of more dramatic hurt/comfort (which is also excellent, to be clear).

BANTER! It’s not so much a canon thing as a fanon one, but the artist formerly known as Ciphernetics basically established flirty teasing and back-and-forth as a staple of Gwenvid’s charm in their earth-shatteringly beautiful fanfiction (that I can’t link because tumblr softblocks posts with links, but if you look at my blog for like 10 seconds you’ll be able to figure out what I’m talking about), and I think everyone’s writing, including my own, needs more banter. They’re so different, after all; why not have them butt heads in a fun way?

Please please please don’t do NSFW if you’re uncomfortable with it, but there is nowhere near enough of it in Gwenvid-land. Just because we’re wholesome doesn’t mean we can’t also be kinky! (Oh man, I just realized I have no idea how old you are. Uhhhh if you’re not an adult just skip this one on by! Or if you are an adult and this ain’t it. It’s like it wasn’t ever here! Poof! I should probably just delete this, but maybe it’ll awaken a spark of inspiration in someone. Lord knows I haven’t been driving the smut train for a while, so I’m just hoping someone else will do my job for me. Plus Gwen would want me to include this suggestion, especially if there are werewolves involved.)

You know, there’s not a lot of action-hero Gwenvid out there, is there? Most of it’s relationship melodrama and domestic fluff, which I love -- obviously, I write it literally all the time -- but with a werewolf AU you have the opportunity for gratuitous violence, and both David and Gwen have proven they can kick a whole lot of ass and deal out (or take) a lot of pain. If you need two people fighting monsters -- or fighting as monsters -- you could do a lot worse than those two. It’d be a fun change of pace that’d work well with their character dynamic.

Writing a first chapter:

I don’t have a ton of advice here that isn’t pretty common, but the biggest thing is to start in the middle of action. This can range in terms of drama: a camp activity going horribly wrong, a nightmare, maybe even David discovering Gwen’s a werewolf. Your story doesn’t have to go in chronological order, after all, so if you have to backtrack in later scenes or chapters that’s not a bad thing in the slightest! 

It’s much better to start with a really exciting, gripping situation and then backfill in the information that matters than starting off with all that boring worldbuilding and exposition. Don’t get me wrong, that worldbuilding and exposition are necessary, but they’re also like . . . I dunno, salt. It’s essential to the recipe, but no one would say it’s their favorite part of a meal, and having to eat a whole pile of it before they get to the good stuff wouldn’t be enjoyable at all. It’s better sprinkled throughout to add flavor to your story as needed.

I like that metaphor! It’s kinda cliche, but I think it still gets the job done.

So yeah, start with something exciting and know it’s okay for your readers to go, “wait, what the fuck’s going on?” That’s kind of a great thing, actually; it establishes mystery and introduces higher stakes, and just gets your readers going. It’s also more fun to write, which is good! (For example, I just read a really great book call The Chill, which opened with a woman tying a bag over her head, weighting herself down with chains, and throwing herself into a river to “join the work.” Who is this person? What work? Did she know she was going to die -- it definitely doesn’t feel like a suicide, but what else did she think was going to happen?? I’m instantly on board, even if the next few scenes were focused on establishing exposition and actually kinda boring. It’s all about that hook.)

To be fair: I don’t do this all that often in my own fics. For every “starting the story with a botched assassination attempt,” we have “starting the story with waking up.” It’s important to have a first chapter that matches and sets the tone of your story; if it’s going to be a rip-roaring action/horror adventure, you’re going to want to start things off with all that stuff I mentioned before. If you’re writing cute fluff, there’s nothing wrong with your in media res chapter opening being an adorable fluffy scene. Compelling doesn’t have to mean scary or action-packed, but more serve as a teaser for what the rest of the story is going to bring. I’ve been leaning on action or thriller stuff because a werewolf AU implies some level of creature-feature monster spookiness, but any tone works as the start of a fic, as long as it’s not “here’s a laundry list of the universe’s rules,” because that’s boring and you can weave that into the rest of your story later. 

As for your other comment, short isn’t bad at all; in fact, if you want to make your first chapter a really short, compelling scene, that can be a great way to draw people in. But I also am a proponent of writing until it’s done, and couldn’t stick to a page or word count to save my life. My chapters are all over the place, and sometimes I’ll randomly chop them up if I feel like it’s going too long but usually I don’t bother. The more you write, the more you develop a feel for when the story, chapter, or scene needs to end, but as you’re starting out you might wanna snag a beta to help you find that stopping place.

Wow, this is long! Awkward! Sorry about that! I’ll make this last one short:

Gwen the werewolf:

I can’t imagine any universe in which she isn’t psyched as hell. I think she desperately wants to be more special and important than she is, and having a sexy monster superpower would only be a good thing to her, regardless of whatever its drawbacks may be. She might get tired of certain aspects of being a werewolf as the honeymoon phase wears off, but in the beginning I think she’d be excited and maybe even relieved.

Anyway, I hope that helps! It’s a lot of rambling, but I imagine you’re used to that by now. :)

#ask forest #campcamp #gwenvid #yeah i'm putting this in the main tags even though it's long as balls #fight me #cc gwen #campcampfanfan

[crimson-wrld]

Caged

Helloo my name on here is Crimson, you can call me that or Z. I found the whump community recently, it's always something I've enjoyed but just recently found the name for on a random check-in to Tumblr lol. I've followed a lot of cool blogs and done my fair share of lurking and reblogging before I decided now is the time to share one of my writings. I have also been thinking about making a new whump story, just for my tumblr here and maybe posting drabbles too.

I write a story over on Wattpad (lol) that is very whumpy and this is a snippet of my most recent chapter. Now here is some context because this is from chapter 38 meaning there are a lot of characters and I felt like it sounded better without changing them to their respective roles, so I hope it's not confusing.

The backstory is that the whumpees are being held in captivity by the whumpers. The whumpers are watching back a video of the narrator whumpee from the night before while making the whumpees serve them. Lucas did not know what happened and gets distracted by a part of the video, which is where this starts.

Whumpers (nicknamed) - Hardhead, Vicious, Baldy, Chip, Sasquatch, Crazy

Whumpees - Talon (narrator, also referred to as Mutt), Lucas (also referred to as Runt)

Caretaker - Sebastian (is a romantic partner to Talon the narrator)

((I've never done this before so I'm not totally sure how to write the CW and tags but I'm trying. Just know that this is heavy writing))

CW: brief implied past noncon, brief noncon mentions, past noncon drugging mention, brief slut-shaming language, captivity, choking, manhandling, hair pulling, claustrophobia, sensory deprivation, multiple whumpers, multiple whumpees, dehumanization, suffocation, stress position, collared, restraints, muzzled/gagged, blood, sleep deprivation, hallucinations, thinking they're going to die (please let me know if I missed anything)

"This is my favourite part!" I hear Hardhead exclaim loudly, then the tv becomes louder, so blaringly loud that it sounds like I have my ear flush against one of those really big box speakers. Lucas continues grabbing a case of beer from the fridge but we both turn our heads toward the tv at the sudden volume change.

It's the part where the drug kicks in and Hardhead has me on his lap facing the tripod camera, hand squeezing the life out of my neck. I can hear myself desperately struggling for air, trying to plead for help, something... for it all to stop- but the drug turns my words into mush. I can see it from another perspective this time, I can see my face losing colour and the sort of foggy memories of it come flooding back.

Then I see his hand trail down my stomach. My arms are weakly flailing out and trying to pull his other hand off of my neck. Then his hands are on my privates and in real life, I look away from the tv. Tears are falling down my face as I hear him verbally teasing me on the video, calling me a whore and laughing at me as I try to breathe. I was so drugged I don't even remember that.

"I bet you like that, dirty whore, don't you?" I hear him say. I start to bring my hands up to cover my ears.

The sound of a gasp and shattering glass fills the room and I jerk my head up to Lucas. He's holding the fridge door open and is staring at the tv, mouth agape and face horrified. It's like a train wreck- he just can't look away. The pack of beer he was holding is on the floor, bottles now in a million pieces scattered around, beer puddling in the tiles and spreading all over the place.

"Shit," I say, staring wide-eyed at the mess on the floor.

"What the fuck was that?!" Vicious yells from the living room.

Lucas snaps out of it then, looking down at the foam bubbles and liquid and glass all culminating together.

"Oh no--- What do I do?!" He whispers, voice cracking in panic. My heart is pounding in my chest harder now. Without much thought, I make a hasty decision.

"Don-don't worry-- I'll take the blame," I say, stepping closer to the broken box so it seems more believable. I hear the couch creaking and steps nearing the kitchen.

I just don't want to see him get hurt.

"Wait don--" Lucas starts to say but falls silent when Hardhead and Vicious walk through the door.

I can hear Hardheads voice echoing in my head, "Rule four; listen. Do what I say. If you don't, I'll punish you- if you make a mistake ill punish you too."

I know I've only known him for about two days, and the situation is deathly far from ideal, but I kind of see him as like a little brother, and I feel the strong obligation to protect him from these terrible terrible fucking people.

"What the hell are you two dogs doing in here?" Hardhead yells, looking down and seeing the mess between our feet. "Which one of you bitches did that?" He yells louder, his face getting angrier.

They take their beer really seriously.

Before Lucas can say anything I look Hardhead in the face and speak in my still semi-croaky voice, "I- I did it. I'm sorry Master." I say bowing my head after.

Lucas looks at me with wide worried eyes speaking, "No! I--"

"Shut the fuck up Runt! Go grab a mop and clean this shit up." Hardhead demands. Lucas brokenly stares between me and Hardhead. I can see the guilt on his face.

Viscous taps his foot, grumbling, "Do it now, Runt."

Lucas looks back at me again, and I give him a nod of encouragement. He frowns and reluctantly leaves to grab the stuff to clean.

"Now Mutt, you sit." Vicious instructs, hooking his finger through the collar loop and pulling me down, letting go when I allow myself to fall to my knees the rest of the way. I feel some of the glass slice into my knees and legs and I hiss, not daring to move though.

"I'm sorry Master's- it just, just slipped," I plead, seeing if I can maybe lessen whatever this punishment is going to be.

Hardhead chuckled evilly, "Oh you're gonna be sorry." He crossed his arms over his chest and takes a single step forward. Lucas gets back into the kitchen now, keeping his eyes trained to the floor as he starts sweeping some of the glass from the floor a little further away.

"Nevermind that for now Runt. Let's have a show. There's something I've been wanting to try for a while now. This is the perfect teaching moment..." he says creeping right up next to me. He grabbed me by my hair tightly and pulled me awkwardly behind him into the living room where the rest of the men are still finishing the rest of the video. Vicious follows closely behind, tugging Lucas by the arm.

I rub my head when he lets go and tosses me to the floor. I hit the ground with a groan, the wounds on my chest bursting with pain, quickly scrambling to get on to my knees though, so I don't get in more trouble. I remember they like me in this position when I got into trouble before.

I whimper when I feel the glass in my knees push in deeper, and I try to pull as much as I can out when they turn away. I manage to get most of it out and I hold my hands over the wounds with pressure to hopefully stop the bleeding.

"Tie him up please," Hardhead says to Vicious, louder than the rest of the conversation. Then he opens the door to the basement and quickly disappears down the stairs.

Vicious smirks, saying, "Don't mind if I do." He opens up a drawer of a dresser on a wall nearby and pulls out a few bundles of rope. They keep that stuff everywhere- because they're sadists.

He stalks toward me until he's behind me, and he shoves me onto my stomach. I reflexively put my arms out in front of me so they don't get crushed and see there's now blood smeared on my hands- more than I expected.

Vicious planted one of his knees on my back to keep me down and the other knee on one side of my body to trap me even more. He grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back. I grit my teeth when he tightly ties new ropes over the deep wounds from yesterday's ones. Then he takes hold of my elbows and jerks them closer together. I gasp and let out a surprised yelp. This would hurt regardless; because elbows are not supposed to bend that way, but it also brings my injured shoulder into an extremely uncomfortable position. I squirm and struggle without even realizing, kicking my feet slightly and raising my head, mouth open in a silent cry of anguish.

All I really notice is Lucas onlooking the scene with a deep frown, twiddling his fingers before a hand tangles in my hair and shoves my face into the rug on the floor.

"Calm it down there, doggy," Crazy laughs, pushing my head down more than should even be possible. The shag rug tickles the side of my face and I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel more rope wrap around my elbows. They pull taught, but not touching, and only because I'm not flexible enough to do that, because if I could, Vicious would have done it. There's no slack though, the rope is so tight that I can't move my arms apart at all, and he tied the space in the middle too, so I couldn't try to move them closer either. It's very uncomfortable, and my shoulder throbs harshly. Involuntary whimpers escape my lips. The men find that funny.

Then the knee on my back disappears, Crazy keeps his hold on my head, and I feel hands reappear on my legs, tying just above the bend of my knees and then my ankles too. I can't stop focusing on how tight the bonds are.

Once Vicious finishes, Crazy lets go of my head, and grasps me from under my arms, lifting me back up and positioning me back on my knees like a kid playing with a Barbie doll. I let out a long breath of resignation. My hair is now a mess on top of my head and hanging in my face, reminding me of the bed head Sebastian says is so cute on me.

Hardhead comes back upstairs with a tote bag in hand. He must've gone down there to gather the stuff for whatever he wanted to try. The fact that it was something he wanted to try out scared me more, because I had no idea what it could possibly be.

He closed the basement door and walked a few steps toward another door about three feet down the wall. He opens it up and reveals something that makes my heart drop.

It's a cage.

A metal wired dog cage, only big enough to fit a medium-sized dog. It's rectangular, and the roof is short, way too cramped for a human.

I start freaking out, tugging against the ropes and jerking my body around, struggling futilely to get away.

"No, wait!" I cry as Hardhead starts walking toward me. I struggle more, tears falling down my face, trying to tilt backward but Vicious and Crazy hold me down in my place.

"This is what happens when you fuck up," Vicious says evilly, and I look around the room desperately, like there's anything I can do. The men are amused, and joking amongst each other, clinking beers and watching the scene unfold. I look to Lucas, and he's crying too; silent tears, pooling from his brown eyes. They're filled with so much guilt.

"I'll do i-" He starts to say, but when I realize what he's doing I cut him off.

"It's fine Lucas!" I shout panicked and wide-eyed. That's one thing I'm not going back on; I don't want him to get hurt.

When I speak Vicious violently backhands me, so hard that my head snaps to the side and I sob out.

"Shut up." He growls, then he tightly grips my jaw and straightens my face out so I'm looking forward at Hardhead instead of at Lucas, holding me there.

Hardhead comes toward us, dumping the contents of the bag onto the floor. It's a random assortment of things and I don't like any of them. Among those things is a muzzle- a fucking muzzle. My heart just pounds harder and harder, the tears just fall faster.

Hardhead crouches in front of me, right up close into my space. He reaches behind my neck and grabs hold of the collar. He unclasps the back piece and I almost feel a breath of relief coming until he pulls it tighter.

"This is an extra punishment for escaping," he says pulling it tighter and fumbling with it until he fastened it closed, "I'd say about two more notches is good, for now."

I feel my breath escape me, it becomes even more of a chore to breathe in-- it's miserable. I hate the feeling of being manhandled like this, having to let them touch me, feeling so helpless... no control.

I just want Sebastian to hold me and tell me it will all be okay.

Hardhead picks up a bag of cotton balls from the pile on the floor and he stuffs a few of them deep into my left ear. I try to pull away but Viscious just tightens his hold and corrects me the way they want me. The sound in the room distorts, everything is muffled on one side. He pushes the cotton in as much as possible, then places some sort of earbud on top that wraps around the base of my ear and fastens it so it won't fall out. My fighting does nothing to stop them mirroring this on my other ear.

I can barely hear anything after that-- only very slight chatter, but I can't make out what any of it means. A hand touches my cheek from behind me, and I don't even hear it coming. I jump and turn to see Crazy laughing. I don't hear that either, which is like a blessing and a curse at the same time. Vicious lets go of me when I turn.

On my way looking around the room Lucas catches my eye again. Chip is next to him this time, pulling him close to his side, like in a hug, but it's obviously not in a comforting way. Lucas is sort of shrunken into himself, but when he notices me looking he puts his fist to his chest and rubs it in a circular motion.

He's signing 'I'm sorry.'

I shake my head at him.

It's not his fault... and it's not mine either.

I look back at the closet. The cage feels like it's looming over me--- it terrifies me.

My vision goes black, and at first, I think I've passed out, but that's obviously not the case because I'm clearly still conscious. Then I realize that I've been blindfolded when I fell the knot tighten at the back of my head, hair pulling into it painfully. I flinch when they touch my face to adjust it.

"No, please..." I start to beg, "I'm sssorry, I'm so-rry-- p-please." My pleading is interrupted by sobs and hiccups. I can hardly even hear myself speaking, I mainly just feel the words rumble and vibrate in my chest as I speak them, and I don't like that feeling by itself.

I gasp for breath, facing wherever I think Hardhead is standing and continue again.

"Please I-" I was cut off by something being pushed into my mouth. I recoiled backwards instinctively, being stopped by someone standing behind me. What I now realize is a bit is shoved further in and I'm forced to bite down as my mouth is enveloped in leather and the leather straps pull taut against my skin so tight I feel like they're cutting in.

The muzzle...

Nothing happens for a few seconds. I feel a slight movement, then hands on my legs, and hands on my sides. One of the fingers hits the burn by my ribs and I let out a muffled whine, feeling the floor disappear from beneath me. I try to struggle again, fighting against them as hard as I can, though it's useless, and I quickly have to give up because the tight collar, the bit in my mouth and the leather residing over it leave me breathless. I suck in air from my uncovered nose desperately, having to focus on it alone because of how hard it is.

I'm not even claustrophobic, but the thought of being stuffed in that cage, in the closet, alone... scares me so much. It's even worse because I'm being deprived of nearly all of my senses.

Then I'm being set down and bent forward, pulled around and shoved until I feel the cold metal of the cage against my legs. They have me sitting on my knees again, bent so that I fit under the short roof. I can feel the wires against the skin on my exposed back and the back of my head as well.

I was thinking it couldn't get any worse when my head gets pulled downward harshly by the collar. I get surprised and jerk up reflexively only for someone to grab me by the hair and push me back down lower. I feel hands fumbling at the front of the collar and occasionally a bit of rope touching against different parts of my neck for a minute before they and the hand in my hair go away. I try to lift my head back up but I can't- it's held in place. They must have tied a rope from the collar loop to the bottom of the cage.

I realize they still aren't finished when my tied wrists are pulled up next. They get tied to the part of the cage where the roof meets the side. My hands are flush against it and some of my fingers are forced to stick out. The same thing happens to the rope on my elbows to the roof of the cage, making my arms nearly form a ninety-degree angle.

I'm left still and locked into the stressful position, then there's a slight vibration, followed by a larger one, then... nothing.

It must've been them closing the doors- shutting me off from everything completely, except for the cold metal beneath me and the throbbing, pulsing, pain. I can't decide if this is better or worse than what was originally planned for me today.

I mean it should be better, right?

There's no warm breath over my shoulder and on the nape of my neck, no hands trailing over my body, no breathy groans in my ears, no chapped lips over my skin and my mouth, no hands pulling my hair, nobody forcing themself onto me...

There's just nothing.

So why is my heart still racing?

Why does it feel like the walls are closing in?

I don't know. I don't know why I want to stay in and leave at the same time- why I can't decide even though the options seem easy.

I feel like it's only been a minute or so when my arms start to ache and my shoulder develops a raw stabbing pain, not unlike the way it felt when it was originally injured. I attempt to shift my position to relieve the ache, which is where I come into even more of a problem.

If I lean forward and bring my head low, which id hoped would allow my arms to move down more, it pulls on my shoulders. The rope securing my arms to the top of the cage makes sure my arms can't move when the rest of my body does, and therefore threatens to pull my shoulders out of their sockets, which especially doesn't bode well on the one that already has been.

When I try to do the opposite and lean my head backward, a similar problem with my arms arises, but to go along with it, they've somehow tied the collar so that it pulls tighter when I pull my head away from the floor, completely cutting off my airway. It feels just like when Hardhead was squeezing his hand around my throat.

If I return to the middle like I originally was, I realize that I have to give my effort to keep my head in the right position, or risk losing my arms... or suffocating.

I decide that I definitely want out.

Seemingly on cue, the pain of everything else seems to slam into me full force, like all the adrenaline of the situation has fully crashed. If I have to hold this position... then I don't know how long I can last... and I don't know how long they're going to keep me in here.

Tears soak through the cloth blindfold and I can't manage to get my sobbing under control, which in turn spirals away the focus I had kept on my breathing. I start to panic, my chest tightening. I'm going to die.

Holy shit. I'm going to die.

I have a hard time doing it, but I scream, as loud as I can through the muzzle. I can't even tell if I made any noticeable noise or not, I can only feel the rumble in my chest, hear my own racing heartbeat. I have to wait a second before I do it again, jerking my body as much as I can -which isn't very much- and squeezing my eyes shut tight. My mouth feels dry because of the bit pushing on my tongue, the pain in my throat comes back full force. My attempts to move make the new cuts on my knees hurt. Everything hurts.

I can't fucking breathe.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

In my moment of total desperation I think about it- Sebastian- think about him, his soothing voice.

"Breathe baby, breathe," I can hear him say, "Just focus on me Cuci, in... and out."

I remember how he helps me through a panic attack, ''I'll do it with you, just copy me,' and I can almost see him in front of me, appearing in the darkness, taking deep breaths in for me to mimic.

And I do.

I suck in a large breath through my nose, following the fake Sebastian that I'm so inclined to think is real. I'm staring into his blue eyes, and he's staring back into mine. He raises his hand, and lightly places it on my cheek, mostly resting over the tight leather, and he whispers to me, but I don't know what he's saying, all I hear is the noise. I want to lean into his touch, but I cant-- I want him to hug me tight, and kiss me, but I can't ask him to either. He looks so real- but he's not... right?

I can't tell, but it doesn't matter, I just match his breaths until they're back under control- the tint bit of control I have over them. He whispers more to me, leans forward and gives me the lightest kiss on the forehead, then disappears, a puff of smoke into the air, like it was blown from Hardheads very own cigarette.

I wanted to laugh, a bitter laugh... it can't have been that long yet, and I'm already losing it. But obviously, I couldn't. I can't do anything.

I don't know how long later it was when my tears had dried up, the hallucinations had been plaguing me for so long. I could feel cold hands on my sides, my hips, feeling over my shivering body, grabbing at the shorts, and I couldn't tell if they were real, but I couldn't even manage to care, because I had to focus on breathing and keeping my head up.

I'm so fucking tired. My throat is dry-- it burns, I can't feel my arms, my legs sting, my wrists and ankles never had time to recover from yesterday, the direction of me trying to move rubs against my burns, everything sore, my feet are numb from sitting on my knees for so long, I'm seeing random shapes and hearing random things. I'm losing my mind.

I just want to lay my head down, close my eyes, relax, sleep.

Please let me sleep.

It gets to a point where my eyes drift closed, and it gets harder and harder to open them back up each time. So hard I eventually resort to leaning forward slightly every time I start to drift asleep so it relights the pain in my shoulders and forces me to stay awake. I just have to remind myself; if I fall asleep ill pull my shoulders out.

I'm exhausted. My brain is fuzzy. I don't know how long I've been in here in this stress position. I don't know how much longer I have to hold it, but I hope it'll be over soon.

If they let me out ill be good, I'll be so good for them. No mistakes...

So good...

#whump #whump writing #noncon tw #tw #whumpee #multiple whumpers

[naughtyneganjdm]

The Guest - Chapter 5

Summary: Negan and the reader continue to fool around with each other, but Y/N isn't quite sure where their relationship is really headed after Negan starts changing the rules. 

Warnings: Swearing, Dirty Talk, Heavy Touching, Mutual Masturbation & Blowjob

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20333263/chapters/51701782

Notes:   I'm so bad at summarizing these chapters lol. As always with this story, there is some smut to it. Thank you for those that are reading the story and still interested! 

“Ah….fuck me,” Negan's grunts filled the air as he looked down toward the center of his lap to see Y/N bobbing her head over his length. Negan caressed his fingers over her shoulders while she gave him a blowjob. It had been a few days since they had started fooling around with each other. While alone together, they had been spending a lot of time together and often it would lead to something like this. They had just sat down to watch a movie together. Playfully kissing had gone from one thing to another and here they were. Over the last few days they had done pretty much everything multiple times…except for sex. Negan made it clear he didn’t want to have sex with her, yet. “Y/N…”

Negan moaned out her name and dropped his head on the back of the couch. A wince fell from his lips when he felt a chill running down his spine. Her mouth was focusing at the tip of his body, her tongue flicking and teasing at the underside of his cock. His eyes slammed shut and he could feel her suctioning harder around him. The warmth of her mouth along with the teasing of her tongue was driving him crazy and she knew it. By now, she seemed to be pretty good at reading what he liked. 

“Don’t stop,” Negan begged hearing the wet sounds her mouth made over him and he grunted, his hips arching up when she moved faster over him. “Fuck…fuck…fucking…”

Negan roared, reaching with his left hand to grab a tight hold of her hair when he felt his orgasm hitting him like a bag of bricks. Her hand pumped over his length while she swallowed down his release. Negan's body twitched and locked up while she continued to milk him of his release. Negan lowered his head to watch her eyes hooked on his. There was something so sexy about the way she listened to what he liked. Negan huffed heavily when she pulled her lips away from his cock with a wet sound. Her tongue swept lines over the tip of his cock and he hummed with approval while she lapped up the taste of him.

“You…keep getting better,” Negan looked to his cock as she released it. He felt chills filling his body and his abdomen was still contracting from his orgasm. "I have to be honest, I never saw you being the kind of girl to swallow."

"Yeah?" she smirked while pressing kisses down his shaft, toward the base of his cock and he licked his lips. "I guess I proved you wrong." 

"Oh you most certainly fucking did," Negan snorted and moaned out when he felt her tongue dragging along the length of his cock again. “It feels so fucking good with you doing that.”

“I’m glad you like it,” she purred, lifting her head up enough to lick at her lips. Negan reached down to grab at her to pull her back up to him again. His mouth was eager to meet hers to taste himself over her lips. She was so much bolder in the way she kissed him now. It hadn't been that long, but just the few days they were able to spend alone together she had improved greatly. "Do you think..." 

"No," Negan hushed reaching up to place his index finger over her lips. Her eyes glanced down at his body again with a pout making him laugh. He lifted his hips up and pulled his pants back over his body. Tucking himself carefully back into his jeans, he zipped together the material and worked on pulling the belt buckle back together. "You're too eager. When you stop asking about it, that's when it is going to happen." 

"I'm never going to stop asking about it because who knows how long my parents are going to be away," she retorted and Negan laughed. He leaned forward and nestled his nose against the side of her neck. She felt him pressing soft kisses over the side of her neck and she found herself falling more for Negan each second. "I thought we were going to be doing a one and done. This has all been pretty steady." 

"I only said we were going to fuck once and be done. I didn't say we wouldn't be fooling around for the time being that I'm here," Negan rumbled against the side of her neck making her laugh when his short beard teased over her skin. 

"How long do you think you are going to be here?" she reached up to tangle her fingers into his dark hair and he grunted against the side of her neck. 

"I don't know. Work has is going to need me to train a little bit before it starts. They are giving me shit I have to do with my classes," Negan informed her, his lips traveling up over the side of her neck and toward her ear. "It depends on how things go. Maybe until the rest of summer is over. Are you eager to have me gone?" 

"No..." she blurt out and her eagerness to answer made him chuckle. "I just...really like being with you." 

"I really like being with you too," Negan's tongue dragged over her earlobe, making her shudder. Negan felt her turn to him so her lips could mesh over his. He was slow in the way he kissed her building up the pressure of it gradually before sweeping his tongue teasingly between her lips. "What's been your favorite thing thus far?" 

"Everything," she fed into his ego and saw him smirk before moving in to kiss her again. Honestly, her favorite thing was that they were together at night. Negan seemed to like crawling in bed with her at night or vice versa. Each night would end with them kissing or sometimes talking until falling asleep. She really liked that bit, but she knew Negan was out for just a fling, so an answer like that would probably scare him away. Getting to talk with him, watch television with him and just hang out with him was really the stuff she enjoyed the most. She had gotten to learn a lot about Negan in the time they were together and it was really more than just sexual stuff. "You're gorgeous." 

"I know," he teased only to feel her swat him in the chest. His nose wrinkled and his silly laugh filled the air. "You're gorgeous yourself." 

There was a bit of silence that filled the air as Negan got settled on the couch again. He kicked up his feet on the coffee table and she noticed him look to the television before glancing to her again, "You pay attention at all to the movie?" 

"Not at all," she replied with a heavy sigh, scooting in closer to him on the couch. His arm hooked around her shoulders while she leaned in against his chest. She knew that Negan was going for a fling, but all this cuddling and hanging out together felt like something more. The thought that he was her father's friend often made the idea weird that they were so close, but she didn't care. There was something about her and Negan that just clicked. She liked the extras that came with all of this. 

“This weekend there is something I want to take you to,” Negan informed her with a heavy breath, his chin resting at the top of her head while she laid against the center of his chest.

“Oh yeah?” she felt his fingertips teasing through her hair and found herself getting more comfortable over him.

“So be sure to keep your schedule open,” he teased hearing her chuckle considering she had made sure this entire time to keep her schedule open. Neither one of them had really done much of anything since her parents had been gone other than spend time with one another. Her friends that had wanted to spent time with her likely would be pissed at her after how much she had blown them off.  

“So what do you have planned?” she lifted her head to look up at him. There was something mischievous in his eyes when he shrugged. Teasing her fingertips over the center of his chest, she pouted and he shook his head.

“I’m sorry darlin’, but I’m not gonna fall for that whole cuteness act,” Negan reached out with his other hand to caress over the side of her face with his rough fingertips. “You’re adorable, but if I don’t want to tell you, I’m not gonna…”

“You think I’m cute?” she teased and he smirked at her response. The bridge of his nose wrinkled while his eyes searched hers. “Careful Negan, you’re turning out to be a lot sweeter than I thought you were.”

“Nah, that was just all the fruit I ate this morning,” Negan jokingly responded and he heard her let out a disgusted sound when she rolled her eyes. “Ohhhhh…I thought you were talking about my cum after you…”

“You can’t be serious, just for a moment, can you?” she retorted and he tilted his head to the side in amusement. She frowned, but before she could continue she felt his fingertips teasing at her sides making her wiggle above him. Within seconds he had her flipped over onto her back while he tickled at her body. “Negan! Stop! That’s not funny.”

“Oh that shit isn’t funny? Then why are you fucking laughing?” Negan snickered while she attempted to pull away from him. “Who wants to be serious when you can pull a laugh out of someone like that? Something you will never get out of me is serious doll.”

“I give up,” she gasped when she felt him tickling harder at her body. She reached up to try and swat at his chest to get him to give up, but he carefully moved in over. His forehead was resting against hers and she reached up to hook her fingertips into his hair. The closeness of him felt amazing while he nestled his nose up against hers. "Negan…?”

“Yeah?” he breathed out leaning into her touch when her palm slid down over the side of his face. The sensation of her fingertips teasing through is short beard was felt and he closed his eyes. Nothing had felt better than this moment for her. It was very sweet, it was very close and something she absolutely loved. She wanted to bring it up, but she was afraid to.

The sound of the front door opening was heard and Negan quickly shifted from above her and scattered back to the seat he was in originally. Moving up on the opposite side of the couch, she felt her heart pounding inside of her chest at the sound of keys dangling. There was a sense of worry, but a strong sense of disappointment in knowing that her parents were back from their trip. It wasn't even supposed to be today that they were back, so that idea alone made it all the more depressing. 

"Oh, hey you two," Y/N's father walked into the room to see them sitting together. He gave them an odd expression and when she looked to Negan she could see him blankly staring at the screen. "What are you two watching?" 

At the same time they blurted out different answers. Negan answered a comedy and Y/N answered a horror film. Y/N was right and when her father looked to the screen, Negan cleared his throat uneasily. 

"Well, it's a horror, but you know how fucking cheesy these films are," Negan cleared his throat and her father smirked before nodding toward the front door. 

"I have to help your mother with things, but how do you guys feel about getting dinner out?" her father suggested and Negan looked to her with a nervous expression. When Negan nodded, her father snapped his fingers and Negan grunted when they were alone.

“That was fucked up,” Negan snorted, leaning forward on the couch to pinch at the bridge of his nose. It was clear he was uncomfortable when he stood up from the couch and reached his leather jacket that he had draped over the side of it. When he went to move beyond her, he felt her reach out to grab his fingers with hers. Negan’s eyes looked down before pulling his fingers form hers and shaking his head. “Don’t. Not in front of them…”

Negan looked to the front door knowing that it was pure luck that they weren’t caught moments earlier when his best friend’s daughter was giving him a blow job on the couch. Negan huffed and moved away from her without saying another word. It left her saddened, but she understood. It was clear that her parents had ruined the mood and she damned them for that.

-

Dropping down on the bed after dinner with her parents and Negan, Y/N let out a long, frustrated sigh. Dinner was uncomfortable to say the least. Negan barely acknowledged her and when he did talk about her, he refused to look her in the eyes. Negan had told a bunch of bullshit stories about things he had done while they were gone and they believed him. Hell, he was good at telling a story. His smile, his laugh, his arrogance…it all tied in together to sell a good story. She would have almost fell for it too if she hadn’t spent those days alone with him. Apparently her father had come home early for work and she found herself disappointed. She loved having the place alone to themselves when it was just her and Negan. Now it seemed like having her parents home would complicate things.

At dinner she had tried grabbing Negan’s hand under the table and he had almost thought about it for a second before pulling away from her at the table. It almost seemed like what they had going on had abruptly ended as soon as her father walked through the front door.

Getting ready for bed after laying there for a while, she was midway through changing when the sound of her door pushing open was heard. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Negan at the door. Giving him a confused expression, she saw him quietly moving into the room and closing the door behind him. He locked the door and motioned her to stay quiet.

“What are you doing?” she whispered seeing that he was still wearing his white t-shirt and dark gray pants, but he was barefoot. There was a bag that he was carrying in his hand and she was shocked that he was there since he had been avoiding her all night. “Negan?”

“Sh…” Negan moved in closer to her, setting his bag on the edge of the bed. He reached out to press his hands in over her hips, pulling her close to him with a demanding tug. An uncontrollable smile pressed in over her lips at the sight of his hair messy. She wasn’t used to a disheveled look on Negan, so she loved the look. Negan’s thick eyebrows rose while he took a look over the pajamas she was putting on. “Why are you putting those clothes on? What about that nightgown I got you?”

“Oh yeah, that would work real well with my parents,” she informed him with a chuckle and he pouted. A sharp breath escaped her lips when his mouth was over her jawline and kissing over her flesh. It was like none of what had happened the last few hours really did and he went straight back to what they were like before her parents had shown up. “Negan?”

“Your parents are in bed. You have to be fucking quiet or I’m a dead man,” Negan insisted with a snicker and she turned her head toward him.

The sensation of his laugh against her neck caused a chill to fill her body and she reached up to grab a hold of his thick, dark hair. His hazel eyes searched hers for a moment before pressing forward to meet her lips in a forceful kiss. Soft moans fell from her throat at the first hint of his tongue pressing in over hers. There was something to be said about the taste and smell of Negan. A small hint of the cigarettes that Negan had been smoking lingered and she actually loved it. It was Negan. The scent of menthol often followed Negan wherever he went and she loved it. It was something that stuck with her after being with him.

Negan urged her to remove the rest of her clothes and when she reached for his shirt, he shook his head. “Get on your bed for me baby…I have a present for you.”

“A present?” she breathed out and a cocky, arrogant smile spread over his handsome features. Listening to what he told her, she swallowed down and carefully moved in over her bed on her knees. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Negan eyeing her over. He licked his lips in a desperate sweep and she watched him step in closer to the bed.

“I know what you’re doing,” Negan reached out with his palm to squeeze over her full bottom. His palms slid in over her hips before sliding up her body toward her sides. He teased his rough hands over her body before sliding them underneath her to softly squeeze and cup at her breasts. Negan’s groin pressed in over her bottom, causing her to inhale sharply. Her eyes closed as she backed herself up against him. “You want me to fuck that pretty little virgin pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she panted feeling his hands grabbing a tight hold of her hips. The sound of him letting out a small groan was heard when he softly rocked his hips forward against her. “Please…”

“That’s not gonna happen now that your parents are home,” Negan answered making her let out a saddened sound and Negan’s thick laugh filled the air. Negan leaned in over her, his teeth biting at her shoulder. Shuddering, she knew that he would be leaving a mark on her. It seemed like he liked leaving marks on her. She rocked her hips back against him again and he hissed out. “Don’t worry. I said that’s not going to happen now that your parents are home. I didn’t say it wasn’t going to happen. You are going to make noise when I’m fucking you, I guarantee that. We can’t have your first time having me forcing my hand over your mouth to keep you from making a sound. What fun would that be? I want to hear every sound you make when I’m balls deep inside of you, fucking you.”

“So what is this then?” she purred feeling him rocking himself against her bottom and the more he did it, the wetter she felt herself getting. There was a heat pooling at her core and her body felt like it was on fire.

“I’m torturing my fucking cock, that’s what,” Negan huffed and she felt him pulling away from her. She whined when the friction left knowing that it had felt amazing.

“Please,” she reached around her to grasp at Negan’s hips. He let out an amused sound when she tried to urge him back toward her. “Don’t stop. Please. You feel so good.”

“You like that baby? You like rubbing against my cock?” Negan teased getting up on his knees behind her. His hand slid up her spine, tracing his rough fingertips over her skin. He saw her shudder upon contact. Amusement filled his body with how eager she was to have him close. “If you like that sweetheart, you are going to fucking love when it’s inside of you.”

“I want that so bad,” she felt him leaning over her. His left hand pressed in beside hers and his right hand grabbed a tight hold of her jaw. He urged her into kissing him, his tongue flicking over hers when he did it. A whine fell from her lips when he bit and tugged at her bottom lip. “Please Negan…”

“I told you…no,” Negan growled, grasping tighter at her jaw. The sound of her breathing shakily was heard and he bit at his bottom lip. “We can’t fuck while your parents are in the house baby girl.”

Negan started to slowly and teasingly buck his hips against her bottom causing her to softly mewl out. His hand pressed in over her lips to keep her silent while the friction from him rubbing against her clearly drove her wild with desire. Negan groaned himself when he felt her mouth kissing over the center of his palm. Cuss words fell from his lips when he felt her lips wrapping around the tips of his fingers to suck over them.

“Fuck, you are pulling me away from the original plans I came in here for,” Negan insisted looking down to see her naked bottom rubbing up against his groin. Negan growled, pulling his fingers away from her lips and he grasped her jaw firmly. “You feel how hard you’ve made daddy’s big cock?”

“Daddy?” she purred, looking to him with an amused expression. Negan nodded proudly before slamming his lips in over hers. Negan growled against her lips while he felt her still rocking back into him. “I’m not sure my real dad would like me calling you daddy.”

“And that makes it more interesting,” Negan slurred with a proud smile while his lips still lingered over hers. “You’re such a naughty little girl for changing my game plan here.”

“Mmm, good,” she teased her tongue over his bottom lip and felt his hand grasping tightly at her neck, yanking it back a bit. Negan’s grasp was strong, but she felt him pulling his hips away from her and she whined. Her body was tingling from the friction that rubbing up against him had been providing. With it gone, she found herself shaking before him.  A firm smack was felt over her bottom and she whimpered slightly, but bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself silent so her parents couldn’t hear them.

“Fuck, you’re such a bad girl,” Negan hummed, reaching him palms out to squeeze over her bottom. He played with the flesh, taking his time to watch her trembling before him naked. Bring his hand back, he tilted his head to the side and smiled before smacking firmly over her bottom again. She arched her back and she knew he was doing this to test how quiet she could be. A red mark was pressing over her flesh and he bit firmly at his bottom lip, proud of what he had accomplished thus far. “You like that sweetheart?”

“Yes daddy,” she panted and a proud laugh fell from his lips. She went there with the daddy comment and he was loving it. Spanking firmly over her bottom again, he heard her softly purr and he pulled back. Looking down toward the center of his pants, he could see his hard cock straining against the material. The little stunt she pulled with rubbing up against him certainly didn’t help. “Please…”

“Please what?” Negan squeezed at her bottom, a growl falling from her lips when he watched her wiggle her ass before him. “The sweet innocent little girl I once knew is so fucking naughty.”

“I want to feel your cock against me again, please…” she begged looking over her shoulder. When Negan noticed her look he smiled and shook his head. She saw him squeezing at his body before reaching for the bag. “Negan, please…”

“When I say no, I mean no,” Negan insisted with a grunt and a gasp fell from her lips when he firmly flipped her over onto her back. Negan crawled in the bed beside her and she reached out instinctively to hook her fingers into his hair. Negan reached across her body to go inside the bag he brought, but before she could see what he was reaching for, his lips were over hers. His mouth was caressing over hers again and again, sinking her into the same games they had been playing the last few days. She loved kissing him so much. That was definitely one thing that Negan was very good at. A gasp fell from her lips when she felt the coolness of something pressing under her breast and then whimpered when she felt it being dragged across her nipple as it vibrated against her sensitive flesh. When she made another noise, Negan hushed against her lips and continued to forcefully kiss her. “Shh….”

“What is that?” she breathed against his flesh when he bit at her bottom lip and caused her to whimper.

“It’s a bullet vibrator,” Negan answered with a wicked smirk, leaning back far enough on his elbow to stare over her naked body. Negan dragged the small silver device underneath her breast and she arched up into it. “I figure now that your parents are home, you’re going to have to have something to keep you…focused when I’m not here. There is only one fucking rule with it though…”

“Negan,” she whined when he brought the small device down her abdomen and closer to her thighs.

“You can use it on your body, but it’s not allowed to go inside of you,” Negan firmly hissed, moving in to kiss her again, but it was just a quick peck this time so he could watch the way her body reacted to him teasing her with the small device. “Nothing gets to go inside of you before me…”

“Jesus,” her body began to tremor when he dragged it over her core, teasing the sensitive lips of her body. Involuntarily arching up, she felt Negan’s mouth surround her breast while his tongue flicked and teased over the small bud of her nipple. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl,” Negan slurred proudly against her skin, his tongue flicking out in circular motions around her nipple. The sound of her whimper filled the air when he applied more pressure over her flesh with the small, vibrating bullet. Negan looked down to see her hips shuddering when he dragged the device over her sensitive flesh. “Look at you…”

Negan felt her moving in to desperately kiss at his jawline and toward his neck, making him let out an amused sound. Her breaths were broken and she was shaking beside him. A growl fell from Negan’s throat when she bit at the side of his neck, but he urged her to do it again.

“Look what I’ve done to your daddy’s innocent little girl,” Negan boasted proudly, pulling back enough to lick over his lips before she felt the sensation of the tip of the vibrator tease over her clitoris. It caused her to coo out and Negan covered her mouth with his free hand. “Remember, we’re testing the whole quiet thing. How are we supposed to fool around if you can’t be quiet with your parents here?”

Nodding, she bit firmly into her bottom lip while Negan teased the device over her sensitive clitoris. The touch alone caused her to twitch and shake against the pressure. Her hips involuntarily rocked against the device, enjoying the way it felt. It turned her on all the more in the way Negan was doing this because it felt so dirty, but so right.

“Now it’s your turn,” Negan pulled the small device away from her body and she pouted. A laugh fell from his throat when he got up from the bed after handing her the vibrator. Negan reached for the chair by her desk and pulled it up beside the bed. “Finish yourself off. I want to watch.”

“I’d rather have you touching me,” she pleaded and he shook his head. His tongue clicked at the top of his mouth while his hazel eyes narrowed. He knew what he wanted and no matter how much she begged, she knew he wouldn’t give in. “Negan…”

“Do what I tell you or I’ll never give you what you want,” Negan answered and she frowned before getting more comfortable on the bed. She adjusted her legs enough so he could see her tracing over her body with the silver bullet. “Good girl.”

Negan closely eyed her over while she teased the cool material up and over her body. Her hips rocked up against the sensation, but she knew that Negan was better with it. She liked him using it, but was doing the best she could while he watched her. His hazel eyes shifted, his head tilting to the side while he watched her sliding the tip of the vibrator in circular motions around her clitoris.

“Are you close?” Negan questioned and in a desperate breath she nodded. Negan looked down toward the center of his pants and an excited sound fell from her throat when Negan managed to get his hard cock out from within them. Negan sheathed his cock in his palm while he watched her continue to tease over her already sensitive body with the vibrator. Her head tipped back, but she didn’t take her eyes from Negan while he jerked off watching her. She was enjoying the sights, but she honestly wished more that he was there with her instead. “Come on baby girl, focus.”

“It’s so much better when you are doing it,” she curled her bottom lip into a pout making a deep, amused laugh fall from Negan’s lips. “I really want you over here.”

“I really want you to finish what you are doing,” Negan groaned, looking down at his cock. It was straining in his grasps and she licked her lips at the sight. “I know what you want, but you’re going to have to learn to not always get what you want.”

“At least lose the shirt?” she suggested and Negan smiled brightly before nodding once. He released his cock and reached for the bottom of his shirt and tossed the material aside when he pulled it off. A pleased smile pressed in over her young features and he got more relaxed in the chair before stretching his legs out. He teased his fingers up and down the length of his cock and he heard her coo when she started sliding the vibrator over her body as he had done before. The sight of his slender body turned her on so much. The tattoos that covered his flesh were highlighted by the small amount of light that was on by her nightstand. Negan’s chest was flexing and she couldn’t help finding herself staring at him. The hair that covered his torso accentuated to his toned frame, but soon her eyes fell back to his thick, solid cock. Negan’s large fingers were wrapped around it and squeezing tightly while he thrust his hips up into his grasp. It was a sight she could never get sick of. Negan was so damn sexy that this was something she just wanted to imprint into her memories for as long as she could.  “So much better.”

“Glad I could make you happy,” Negan winked before grunting out when urged his hand over his length faster. He was pumping his hand quickly over it while she felt her hips rocking up against the small bullet. Her body was shaking; her breathing was becoming small gasps. Every caress of the small, cool device over her body was driving her wild. Negan’s groan seemed to send her heart into a flutter and she bit firmly into her bottom lip. She shook and felt her whole body locking up. “Good girl.”

The sound of Negan quickly moving was heard and she gasped when he grabbed a hold of her and turned her over onto her stomach. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and she felt the warmth of him close up behind her. The world was spinning around her, her head getting a flooding rush and this all felt so amazing.

“Did that feel good?” Negan grunted and the humming of the device she had dropped when Negan flipped her onto her stomach was still heard, but she didn’t care. Catching a glimpse over her shoulder, she watched Negan pumping his hand firmly over his rock hard length while his other hand caressed over her bottom. A wince fell from her mouth when he smacked firmly over the flesh and she tried to rock back toward him. She could feel her body still reacting and desperate for something more after she hit that powerful orgasm from the vibrator Negan had given as a gift. “Stay still sweetheart.”

A roar fell from Negan’s throat as the first spray of his cum covered her bottom. A proud sound fell from his throat as he continued to caress his body and watch his strands of cum cover her ass and her lower back. “Good girl. Look at you…fuck.”

Y/N licked her lips and felt her body shaking. The warmth of Negan’s release covered her and she couldn’t believe how much this actually turned her on. Negan was teasing her with being so close to her, but he didn’t care. He had a plan and he was running with it without letting her in on it.

“Don’t move,” Negan ordered and she did as he requested. She heard him moving behind her and could tell he was pulling his pants back together. The sensation of him using some tissue to clean up the mess he covered with was felt and after she could feel his lips at her skin. “Get dressed. I’ll be back.”

Negan grabbed his shirt and gave her a wink before carefully leaving the room. She did as he told and waited for him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she continued to wait until a knock on her window was heard and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Looking to the window she saw Negan out on the roof motioning her to let him in and she gave him an odd expression before doing what he wanted.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she laughed and he hushed her, climbing back into her bedroom with his pajama pants now on. He moved to her door and locked it while she closed up the window. Watching Negan crawl into her bed and pat the top of it, she felt herself amused with the moment. “Negan?”

“Listen, if you lock your door and your parents knock and you don’t respond…not good. If I lock my door and I don’t respond, they don’t care. So I locked my door, I crawled out the window so we could lie together. Or would you rather me go back to the other room and leave you alone tonight?” Negan snorted, his eyebrow arching as if waiting for a response from her. She quickly moved into bed with him after turning off the light. Negan laid in behind her and let her head rest on his inner arm while he wrapped his other around her to keep her close. “In the morning I’ll hop back in there.”

“Negan…” she breathed, feeling him nestling his nose against the side of her neck. The sexual stuff they were doing all felt like the kind of thing Negan said he wanted between them. But the cuddling at night together was truly starting to confuse her. It felt more than just a fling. Maybe it was her mind playing games with her because she wanted something more with Negan. Something so much more. The idea of just sleeping with him once didn’t really appeal to her. Not after all of this. “Can I ask you something?”

“No,” Negan grumbled under his breath, his nose nestling against the side of her neck. “We’re going to bed, whatever is on your mind, you can ask me tomorrow.”

“Okay…” she laughed hearing his tired breathing filling the air and she reached down to hook her fingertips with Negan’s. She was completely okay with the idea of Negan just being a fling at first, but this…this is what was truly starting to change things for her. And she didn’t know if it was purposeful or not.

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