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thef1diary · 2 months

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Little Big Fan | Eight

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"Don't you dare think about cancelling, you are going on that date," your best friend's voice rang out of your phone on speaker while you were choosing a dress for tonight.

You turned to look at the phone, as if your best friend was standing there, "I'm not going to cancel, I just don't know what to wear," you responded, placing another dress against your body but frowning.

"Wear that one sexy red dress you have, who knows, you might just get laid tonight."

You shuffled through your closet, finding the red dress in the back, which was expected since you didn't wear it in a long time. You held it out in front of you, "don't you think it's too revealing for the first date? Maybe I could wear this next time."

It was a backless, short garment with two straps. While the back was revealing, so was the front, which featured two cutouts around the hips and exposed a bit of cleavage due to the lack of material.

Your friend hummed, "so we're planning a second date as well huh?" You could basically hear her smirk on the other end. "Well I hope this date goes well," you reasoned, but the jittery feeling didn't go away.

"You and Max are already good friends who happen to flirt occasionally, what could go wrong?" Then after a short pause, she added, "actually no, don't answer that. Try your blue dress, I bet he'd like to see you in blue."

After almost every interaction you've had with Max, starting from the grocery store, you've told your friend everything. Which is why when she suggested wearing blue, you weren't opposed to it.

Putting your red dress back in the closet for another time, which was hopefully soon, you held a navy blue dress in your hand, examining it before holding it up against your body.

While this one, like the red dress, had two straps holding it together, it was longer, reaching a few inches past your knees and including a little slit down the side for convenience.

"Alright, this is the one," you stated and continued conversing with your friend while you changed and began doing your makeup.

"So Bella is at Tyler's?" She asked, making you nod before realizing that she couldn't see you. "Yeah, she'll be there for the weekend."

"Oh how fun!" You could hear the sarcasm in her voice and chuckled, "it's fine, she should be spending time with her dad."

"The same one who called her overdramatic? Did you seriously have to have a kid with a guy like him?" This was a conversation you've had with her many times, and you would always reply with the same answer, "we were young and immature, but Isabella is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"She truly is, which makes me glad that she turned out like you more than him." You chuckled, "oh trust me, I am glad about that too. It would've been a nightmare if I had to see a little version of him all the time."

"So, speaking of Isabella, how are you going to tell her that you are dating someone who happens to be her favourite person in her favourite sport?"

You groaned, "I don't know, I really don't know. I can't stop thinking about it, because of what Tyler told me," you explained. "Are you still believing his words? Actually scratch that, why are you letting your ex determine your future relationship?"

"God, why do you have to ask such questions," you muttered, taking a moment to think about your response.

"I don't want to believe him, I have a feeling something else happened that day which he didn't tell me about. Plus he's not only my ex, he's the father of my child. I don't think of him as anything more than that."

"Honestly that asshole shouldn't even be considered the father of such a beautiful little girl," your friend stated, and you couldn't help but agree with her.

"Anyways, let's not talk about him, I don't want to ruin my mood before the night even starts," you comment, with your friend humming in agreement.

"You're right, let's talk about Max!" She exclaimed, making you chuckle. That's whom you ended up talking about for the remainder of the time you were getting ready.

Even though she knew all the details right from day one, she wanted another whole story time of how you and Max met, leading up to when he asked you out. Instead of opposing to repeat the story, which you don't even know how many times you've told her by now, you happily told her all the details as if it was the first time.

A few minutes after you ended the phone call with your best friend, your phone rang again which you initially thought was a call from Max. However, it was a call from an unknown number.

You answered the call, and you were met with a woman's panicking voice on the other end, "is this Isabella's mother?"

"Yes, who is this?" You asked first, calming down the inner voices that instantly thought about the worse possible scenario involving your daughter.

"I'm Emma, I don't know if you know me but I am actually at the hospital, with Isabella." You tightened your grasp on the phone, as it was close to slipping away from your hands at Emma's words.

"What happened and which hospital are you at?" You instantly began moving around your house, finding your car keys as you waited for a response.

Emma told you the address as you were leaving through the front door. "She had a severe allergic reaction, and I thought it would be best to bring her to the hospital. I am sorry for disturbing you, I wasn't able to get in touch with Tyler."

You took a deep breath in, knowing that it was bound to happen someday, even though you would rather not have it happen at all. "I'm on my way, should be there in ten minutes. Thank you for letting me know."

It would've been pointless to argue with her, especially since she was the one who informed you of the situation at hand and had the decency to take your daughter to the hospital.

You rushed into the hospital within eight minutes, a record time for you, and you might've broken a few speeding laws but it was for a good reason. It didn't take too long finding Isabella, considering she was in the ER, with a frantic woman standing nearby, whom you assumed was Emma.

As soon as she spotted you, her first words to you was another apology, "I am so, so sorry, I had no idea she had a peanut allergy." That led you towards one question, well more than one but you started off with just one, "what happened?"

She sighed, before telling you how she spent the entire day with Isabella. "One of my friends came by and dropped off some baked goods, I swear I had no idea that it had peanuts in it."

You reasoned that if you calmed her down, it would calm you down as well, because the increasing dread in your thoughts would not benefit you in any situation. You put your hands on her shoulders, "I'm not blaming you for it, you didn't know."

You looked at the doors leading to the ER, "how bad was it?" Emma hesitated before muttering words that made your heart ache, "really bad, she started swelling up everywhere and then passed out."

You tried to sit down, but the need to know her well-being caused you to walk back and forth in the hallway. Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you were about to ignore it until you recalled something really important.

"Shit!" Max was calling. Of course he was, after all he was expecting you to be home and ready for a date tonight.

"Hey, I'm standing at your front door, are you home or?" He started and awkwardly chuckled, causing you to shut your eyes, imagining how the night was expected to go. He was probably holding a bouquet of flowers, looking like an idiot standing by the door because you weren't home.

"Max, I'm so sorry, I'm actually at the hospital." There was no reason to lie, but even after telling the truth, you didn't feel any less guilty.

"What happened? Are you okay? Is Isabella okay?" His response was quick, and slightly surprising but you've known Max long enough that his kindness wasn't as shocking anymore.

"It's Isabella, allergic reaction," you briefly described, and heard some shuffling around on the other end before he asked for the address. "You don't have to come," you told him as you normally did, but he didn't agree again, saying "I want to."

You didn't argue with him, as your heart warmed at the fact that Max wanted to see Isabella himself, and stay right by your side until she was completely fine.

Quickly telling him the address as you noticed a doctor walking towards you and Emma, you hung up the call. "Which one of you is the patient's guardian?"

You stepped forward, "I'm her mother, how is she?"

"It was an anaphylactic allergic reaction, however everything is under control. We've administered epinephrine but we will be moving her to the ICU for a few hours just for observation purposes in case the symptoms are back."

You let out a sigh in relief, as did Emma. "Thank you," you nodded towards the doctor. Once they left, you sat down, the anxiousness leaving your body.

Looking at Emma, who was standing against the wall in front of you, you had another question brewing in your mind. "Where was Tyler when all this happened?" You asked, remembering that she called you only because she couldn't reach him.

"He said he had an emergency meeting come up," Emma spoke her words carefully, earning raised eyebrows from you. "He left you alone with my daughter?" You had to confirm the words you were hearing and scoffed once she nodded.

"It's not your responsibility to take of my child, it's his. You're not her guardian nor babysitter, you shouldn't have to do that." Emma shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, "it's not the first time."

"How dare he?" You muttered under your breath before standing up and stepping closer to her. "We both have epipens for situations like this, and I am assuming that since you didn't know about her allergy, Tyler didn't tell you about the epipen either?”

Emma shook her head, "no, he didn't."

His lack of attention, led Isabella right to this moment. If he had told Emma about your daughter's allergy, or even what to do when she has allergic reaction, neither of you would be this worried about her health.

Emma, having realizing the depth of the situation, sighed, "I haven't been able to get a hold of him and if it weren't for Isabella constantly talking about you and telling me your phone number to the point where I had it memorized, I wouldn't have known what to do in this situation."

You pitied the woman standing in front of you, especially as you also knew that it was not her fault. You cracked a smile, "she talks about me huh?"

"Oh yeah, she considers you the best mother in the world, and based on her stories, I agree with her."

Then, you heard Max calling your name, walking towards you in a rush. He instantly wrapped an arm around your waist as if it was an instinct, "is she okay?"

Emma stepped away, picking up her phone for another useless attempt of calling her boyfriend.

You wrapped both arms around Max, bringing him in a hug, "yeah, she's okay."

Once he pulled back, he cradled your face with his palms, "are you okay?" You smiled, and your eyes filled with unshed tears because of his question. "Much better now."

Then, Max noticed your outfit which happened to be the dress you were supposed to wear on your date. "Wow," he breathed, his gaze unwavering, taking you in.

He was also dressed up, wearing a suit with a bow tie, and you couldn't help but reach up to touch it, "cute," you commented, making him raise his brows.

"Cute?" He repeated with a questioning tone. You nodded, biting your bottom lip to prevent a smile. "Cute and handsome."

"You are beautiful," he replied, watching as you avert your eyes because his gaze was intense.

"Oh, Max, this is Emma," you decided to introduce them, and added, "she's the one who brought Isabella here."

Max raised an eyebrow in question, "I thought Isabella was with Tyler?" He asked, directed at you more than Emma.

"Well, he wasn't home when this happened, only Emma and Isabella," you stated, and Max gauged your emotions for a moment, quickly recognizing the underlying rage you had directed at your ex. Max knew you'd be discussing this later, in the safety of your own house, so he didn't ask you to elaborate.

A nurse came by, "Isabella is now conscious, and asking for her parents," they stated, along with the room number.

Emma looked at you and Max with a fond smile, before turning towards you, "I think I should get going now that you're here."

A genuine smile graced your lips, "thank you, Emma, for bringing her here and for staying with her even without him."

"Of course, she's the cutest little girl and I'm glad to get to know her." Both of you stood still for a moment, debating on whether or not you should hug her. Then, without thinking twice you initiated a hug that was easily welcomed by her.

You waited till she left your sights before looking at Max, "let's go?" You held out your hand but he shrugged, "she's asking for her parents, you should go."

You stepped forward and grabbed his hand, "you're coming with me," you decided for him. Although Max didn't pull away, he asked, "what if she doesn't want to see me?"

"Trust me, she'll be happy to see you," you convinced him and walked towards the room she was admitted in while holding each other's hand.

When you entered, Isabella's smile widened once she spotted you and Max. "Mama, Maxy!" She cheered, though quieter than usual.

A nurse stood by her side, monitoring her health and checking the IV drip inserted into your daughter's arm.

"Oh my angel, how are you?" You dropped Max's hand and walked closer to her, lightly kissing her forehead. Instead of a verbal response, she formed a thumbs up with her hand.

Then she looked at the door again, "is daddy coming too?" Isabella asked, sounding hopeful. You shook your head, "no sweetheart, daddy is not coming."

Instead of the usual deflated mood, she shrugged, "it's okay, Maxy's here." She held her arms around asking for a hug, only flinching for a moment since she forgot about the drip connected to her arm.

Max quickly stepped forward, bending over to hug her. "All good, Bella?" He asked, once he felt her arms wrap around him tighter. She nodded for a moment then shook her head against him, "it hurts," she whispered.

He brought his hand up to ruffle her hair before pulling away, "you are a very brave girl."

"Really?" She asked, and scooted over a little so Max could sit beside her. He nodded, "of course! Very brave."

She beamed, snuggling closer to him before looking at you. "Mama, come here," she patted the other side, and surprisingly the three of you were able to fit on the very small hospital bed.

A nurse was constantly in the room, checking in on Isabella's health from time to time and since there weren't any repeated symptoms of an allergic reaction, the three of you were out of the hospital in a few hours.

Max followed you in his car, and carried your sleeping daughter inside the house. Instead of taking her straight to her bedroom, he laid her down on the couch in case she wakes up and needs her mother.

It was safe to say that you were not going too far away from her any time soon.

You were in the kitchen, filling up a glass of water when he returned. He stood behind you, with his hands trailing down your sides before resting on your waist, and his chin on your shoulder. "Did I tell you how stunning you look?"

You hummed, "maybe a few times but I don't mind hearing it again."

He turned you around in his grasp, "well, you look breathtakingly beautiful."

You blushed, "you and your compliments," you chuckled. "What's wrong with it?" He asked, but you shook your head, "nothing, it's just I'll never get bored of hearing it."

He smiled, "good, because you'll be hearing at least one every day."

You tilted your head to the side, "every day? Are you sure you won't run out?" He shook his head, "not unless you keep finding ways to make me speechless."

Both of you remained in that position for a moment but then you frowned, "I'm sorry,"

"For what?" He tilted your chin up as soon as you averted your gaze away from him. "We weren't able to go on the date."

Max let out a sound in protest, "I'm pretty sure your daughter's health matters so much more than our date night. Plus the night isn't over," he added with a smile, confusing you even further.

"What does that mean?" He parted away from you and it quickly made you miss the warmth that his body provided you. "Why don't you go change into something comfortable," he suggested, almost pushing you out of the kitchen.

You weren't opposed to the idea, so you went upstairs to change after checking on your daughter. You found the most comfortable pair of sweatpants and a shirt, and removed your makeup as well.

Walking back downstairs, you saw Max waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you. He had removed his blazer and bow tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as well.

He held out his hand, waiting for your hand to hold his, and although you were confused, you wouldn't pass up an opportunity to hold his hand.

"It's not much, definitely not up to first date standards but we'll manage," he commented as he led you to the kitchen table where he had prepared two packets of instant noodles.

"I haven't been on a date in forever so anything you do will set my standards." You smiled when you noticed the lit candle.

"Well, then I will raise your standards next time by taking you out on a proper date." He held the chair out for you, waiting for you to sit before rounding the table and sitting down himself.

It took two minutes before Max moved his own chair right next to yours because he didn't want to sit on the opposite side. You chuckled at his antics but it was much appreciated.

"What's on your mind?" he asked once he saw you visibly thinking. You shrugged, "I don't think we should be discussing these thoughts on a first date."

"This is far from what a first date should be like, so there are no rules. I know you want to talk about what happened at the hospital," he prompted and he was spot on, so you agreed.

"I can't believe he actually left Isabella under Emma's supervision. Not that there is anything wrong with her, but it's not her responsibility!" Max nodded in agreement, "where was he?"

"In a fucking meeting," you exasperated, eating another forkful of the noodles. "It must've been very stressful for Emma," you sighed, finishing your short rant because you truly had no words for your ex's irresponsible behaviour.

Still, Max listened to every word. Once you were finished eating, he turned your chair towards him. "We can agree on the fact that he is an incompetent father."

"Yeah, I don't even know what would've happened if Emma wasn't there either. He surely wouldn't have left Bella alone right?"

Max shrugged, "hey, stop worrying about what could've happened. Bella's safe, she's okay." He placed a palm on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion.

You nodded, "you're right." Making eye contact with him, you were quickly lost in his gaze. While it almost made you want to look away, you couldn't.

"You know," you started, wanting to divert away from the current topic. He hummed, urging you to go on.

"I don't really care for an extravagant date, all I really need is you. I'm happy with this, with us." He smiled, to the point where you could notice the creases forming at the corners.

"I'm happy with us too, but I will be taking you out on an extravagant date because you deserve it, as well as much more."

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that it would be hard to convince Max otherwise, but you could think of a few ways to try when the time comes.

"Thank you for being here with me," you added, needing him to know about your appreciation. Your words also hinted at all the moments he shared with you, and Isabella.

He seemed to understand your hint, "I'm glad to be here with you, both of you."

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「Mini me, mini you? ๛ l.n」

✧.* summary: in which baby fever hits hard but your relationship hits rock bottom.

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 14 days

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part Five

Summary: You start a conversation with Jungkook about where you stand but are interrupted by an uninvited visitor Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 4.7K~ Warnings: Suggestive and explicit language (an argument). Nothing too crazy honestly. Horribly edited too because it's been three weeks and I wanted to get it out! a/n: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out but I was away from home for a week and then wrote a couple of one shots and blah blah blah lol but anyways I hope you enjoyyyy Requested by: @kkusadmirer 💜

After our eventful afternoon Jungkook and I ended up laying in his bed and watching movies since like he said, he wanted me to be "well rested" before we have the talk. The talk that could change everything between us...

There are multiple outcomes to this scenario and I'm not sure if I'm ready for any of them.

On one hand he could say this was all a mistake and he was just acting on his urges. I know now for damn sure though that he's attracted to me but I don't know what his motives and feeling are towards me. If he even has any besides surface level physical attraction.

On the other hand he could want to pursue a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Being fuck buddies or whatever with an older man does sound exciting when I think about doing it with him. It's just that don't know if I'd want something like that even if it was with him.

I told Jared before that I wanted to save myself for marriage and I feel like that's something I still want to stick to. I've definitely crossed so many lines with Jungkook in the last not even twenty four hours, more like twelve hours or something like that but regardless lines have been crossed and I'm still not sure how I feel about any of it.

I want to say that I don't regret it and it's not just because it felt fucking phenomenal and out of this world but because I feel safe with him.

It might just be because over the past couple of months that I've been living with him he's become someone I care about and honestly trust with my life so I didn't really feel a need to say no to him. I wanted it to happen, I know I did I just didn't really think it would ever happen. I thought that it would stay in my hormonal fantasies forever and I was okay with that.

The way he's been treating me has shown me that he cares about me. Although I was trying to convince myself that it was somewhat of a paternal instinct in him and that he was just being protective over me, I knew that it was something beyond that.

I tried to somewhat address it in a weird sort of way with the whole asking why he didn't have anyone over conversation and he knew what I was trying to ask and addressed it but his answer me even more confused.

"I wouldn't want to ruin what we have going on here" like what does that even mean? He doesn't want to ruin the dynamic we have in the house in terms of we're comfortable with each other and feel no need to let anyone inside our little safe space.

Or did he mean that he didn't want to ruin what we have going on here because he wanted to see where things went with us on a more romantic level?

He hasn't explicitly told me that he would want to pursue a relationship with me but circling back to before he's given me clear signs that he's attracted to me and isn't one to hide it.

He knows to a certain extent that I find him attractive too because I asked him to take my virginity. (I'm never gonna be able to live that one down) Anyone could tell that he was clearly struggling to hold himself back and the fact that he kissed me just shows that he wanted to. That he wanted me.

Then there's another possibility that he might want a sugar baby sort of relationship and I don't even want to think about something like that.

Don't get me wrong! I respect the hustle, but that's just not for me.

If I'm gonna be doing something like what we are doing right now then I want it to be something that I want to do without any ulterior motive. I don't want to put a monetary value on the time I spend with him but not gonna lie, living it large and not having to worry about money or working sounds very tempting.

I don't think he's that kind of man though...or at least I hope he's not.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asks playfully, having noticed that I haven't really been paying attention to the movie we've been watching.

"Just thinking" I answer, cuddling in closer to him as I've refused to let go of him today and he hasn't made moves to do any different.

"Bout what?" he prods further, placing a kiss on the top of my head and taking in the fresh scent of his shampoo in my hair.

"Things" I continue, liking the game we've started to play.

"What sort of things?" he chuckles, telling me that he's enjoying it too.

"All kinds of things" I say nuzzling closer into him and he wraps his arm tighter around me to keep me there.

"Wanna share a few?" he asks, clearly not letting this go since he wants to at least make sure I'm okay.

"Thinking about how you might want to make me your sugar baby" I mumble into his chest and he laughs wholeheartedly making me even more embarrassed.

"Is that something you'd want?" he asks and I shake my head.

"You don't wanna be at home and sit pretty, waiting for me to come back and shower you with gifts and jewelry and give you the world?" he teases while pinching my sides making me pull away from him, trying to escape.

"N-no! Now s-stop" I choke out through laughter and gasps of breath. "What would you want" he asks after having tackled me down onto the mattress making sure to do a thorough job of tickling me until I could barely breathe.

I take a second to think, my eyes going back and forth between his while his stay still, focused and almost begging for an answer.

"I thought we weren't going to have this conversation until I was well rested" I say, breathless, still not knowing up from down when it comes to us. If there even is an 'us'.

"You feel well rested?" he asks, cocking a brow at me and I nod my head quickly, giving me a crooked smile in response. "Then it's perfect timing right?" he continues and I nod again leaving him getting off of me and leaning his back against the headboard, waiting to hear what I have to say.

I take a minute or so to gather my thoughts and the whole time he's watching me curiously, almost able to see the wheels turning in my head.

"What happened between us kind of caught me by surprise" I start, looking down at my lap and playing with my fingers nervously. "I don't regret it, it was just, well I'm just kind of confused about how you feel about me, and I'm really confused about how I feel about you" I admit and I can see his expression go a bit wary but I jump at the chance to explain myself.

"It's just that I think both of us know at this point that we're extremely attracted to each other" I start out and the corner of his lips upturns for a second but nods in confirmation, waiting for me to continue.

"With us getting physical and all so quickly I can't help but think that maybe we should take a step back. I would like to know your thoughts and intentions and feelings about all of this. I might be overthinking it but I really think it's best to be up front and honest with each other" I say and take in a shaky breath, scared I might've said the wrong thing.

"You're so sexy when you act so mature like that" he taunts and I groan, wanting to keep this serious. "I'm just playing Bunny. Well I'm not because you really are sexy but I don't want you to feel all nervous and insecure like you are right now. We're being open and honest right?" he questions and I nod my head, eager for him to continue.

"Meaning it would be the perfect opportunity to tell you that I have feelings for you right?" he says and my eye bug out in response, not knowing what to do now. "Wasn't expecting that huh?" he chuckles and I shake my head making him laugh even more.

"Cat got your tongue Darling?" he teases and scoff at that. "No I was just being polite and letting you keep talking since you let me do the same" I say, making excuses and trying to keep my voice level.

"Sure Bunny" he smirks not believing a word I said but continuing nevertheless.

"I've had feelings for you for a while now and I haven't told you or acted on it because I wanted to respect the fact that you were in a relationship. I never liked Jared though for what it's worth" he says without hesitation and it makes me cringe at the thought that I was about to marry that snake.

"Is it harsh to say I'm glad he's out of the picture?" he says boldly making me laugh. "Not just because it benefitted me but because he didn't deserve to marry a beautiful, intelligent, kind hearted woman like you. I would've said something but I'm not your father so I knew it wasn't my place" he finishes and making me smile, thankful that he was so considerate.

Now that I think about it, even back then I respected and trusted his judgement so it wouldn't have bothered me even if he did say something.

"It's not harsh to say because I'm happy about it too. To be honest though I don't really know what I ever saw in him. I think because he was the first guy that more or less respected my boundaries that I thought I had to hold onto him. I don't know" I say and he nods his head.

This is something I haven't experienced before. Someone sitting and taking the time to actually talk things out without any outside distractions and focusing on each other and hearing each other out.

Maybe it's just an age thing and the fact that Jungkook does fit the standard of dating older and more mature men is better. We're not dating though, but I guess we'll hopefully figure out where we stand once this conversation comes to a close.

"I'm really confused and I kind of don't know how to feel but I'm not closed off to figuring things out" I say, glancing up at him and back down at my lap, nervous from seeing how fascinated he is with me right now.

I hold my breath and wait for him to say something but when nothing ever comes I chance looking up at him again and I'm surprised to see how he's still watching me.

"Like I said, I've had feelings for you for a while and if you're open to seeing where things go then I would really like to take you out on a date. Like on a proper date. I know since we've been living together and we've been spending a lot of time together but I-" he start off strong but begins to ramble and is regretfully cut off by the sound of the front door opening.

"Dad! Dad where are you?" Jina calls out and neither of us dares to move or make a sound. "Dad" Jina drags out, regretfully confirming that I am in fact not dreaming. "Be down in a second" he says then presses a finger to his lips.

"Just stay in here and I'll take care of it" he whispers and I nod my head, watching him as he panics internally before leaving the room and closing the door softly behind him.

What the hell are we gonna do? My car is out there! Or wait, did I put it in the garage yesterday? I can't remember but I really hope it's not out there otherwise she'll already know I'm here.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook says. I can hear his muffled voice through the walls and I know I probably shouldn't listen but curiosity gets the best of me making me rush to the door and quietly crack it open, needing to hear how this conversation goes.

"Nice to see you too dad" she says, and I hate the fact that I'm only able to hear them but I'll settle for this.

"You should've contacted me before you came over Jina. You know I don't like people showing up unannounced" he says sternly.

"You're usually totally fine with me coming over" she says sounding thoroughly confused and I can hear Jungkook clear his throat before she starts again.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asks after no doubt clocking the dishes that were left over from lunch. Two plates, two cups and two sets of silverware. A dead giveaway that someone is here especially since it hasn't been cleaned up yet.

"You are actually" he says and I trip, surprised that he would straight up admit it but he has no reason to hide, and neither do I.

Having pushed the door open thanks to my clumsiness (somehow able to stay upright and keep my dignity this time) I'm faced with the dilemma of if I should just go back inside and pretend that never happened when it clearly did or come out and face her.

I'm given the luxury of having that choice since she hasn't seen me yet but I decide it's better to do this as soon as possible. We've hid the fact that I've been living here for two months so what's adding on the fact that I've been messing around with her father while doing so.

(Although this is a newly added feature but she doesn't need to know that)

I take a deep breath before stepping out from behind the door, watching Jina's face go from surprised to confused to disgusted to angry before turning back towards her father.

"You're fucking my best friend?" she accuses, not completely wrong but semantics.

"Best friend's don't fuck around and get pregnant by their friend's fiancees" I remind her, walking down the stairs in conveniently only Jungkook's shirt making what's going on, or what's starting to go on between us even more clear.

"Oh grow up! It's not like there's anything we can do to change that now can we? Plus looks like you're doing just fine without him" she throws at me and from that moment I'm not pulling any punches. She wants to play dirty? Fine, let's play dirty.

"Jina stop it" Jungkook growls, going on the defensive, not being able to gauge what kind of mindset she's in or even her reasoning for coming here but wanting her out all the same.

"Grow up?" I chuckle dryly, "I guess you're right, I guess maybe I have started growing up since it seems I've matured enough to be with someone like your father. Which, last time I checked, wasn't someone you have any business in questioning on things like his sex life and who he does and does not partake in it with" I say, placing a hand on his bicep possessively and I feel the tension he had once held in his body start to melt away.

Interesting to know that I have this effect on him...

"Come on, we both know that you're probably just a piece of ass to him" she scoffs before turning to address him. "Didn't know you started picking up strays. I wondered where she had ran off to" she says, continuing to disrespect the both of us without a care in the world.

"Don't call her that!" Jungkook says, jaw clenched as a way to keep himself in check.

All I see is red though and the next words I hurl out are ones that I couldn't stop myself from saying even if I tried. The ringing in my ears fanning the flames of my agitation making it impossible to hold back.

"How's life being pregnant with my fucking ex boyfriend's baby? He's probably taking real good care of you huh?" I taunt, cocking a brow at her and from the way the color rushes to her cheeks and the words die in her throat are enough to tell me everything I need to know.

He hasn't done shit for her.

She balls her hands into fists by her side and lunges at me but Jungkook jumps in between us, grabs her by the shoulders and turns her around, forcing her out the front door.

"You're gonna throw me out and choose that slut over your own daughter?" she yells struggling to get out of his grasp the whole way.

"Last time I checked honey the only slut around these parts is you" I throw back, following right behind them and the way her jaw drops is just priceless.

"That's enough! Jina go!" Jungkook says through gritted teeth letting go of her once she's passed the thresh hold, leaving her standing there, looking between the two of us before scoffing and storming off down the driveway.

"I knew you were obsessed with her I just never thought you would bother acting on it" Jina spits out at her father and when she sees that he doesn't flinch she hurls more baseless lies and insults at the both of us.

"You know she's just using you to get a place to stay and get over her ex right? What happened to staying a virgin until you got married y/n? Huh? Guess getting cheated on really fucked you up" she spits while unlocking her car.

"And I guess fucking around with an ego-driven two-timing narcissist gets you pregnant" I throw back and she purses her lips before sinking down in her car, accepting defeat this time and leaving like her father told her to.

"Say hi to Jared for me" I call out, waving at her as she grips the steering wheel until her knuckles have gone white, putting it in drive and backing out of the driveway.

I walk over to the couch and let out a big sigh once I've sat down, throwing my head in my hands as a way to ground myself.

Breathing through this dizzy feeling from that whole confrontation that I had not been prepared for is a lot tougher than I thought it would be, my whole body still buzzing.

I hear Jungkook close the door behind him after having watched her speed down the street, still worried for her safety but also wanting to make sure she was actually gone. What happened just now was enough of a confrontation to last me a lifetime, or at least it feels that way.

"Hey" he whispers, kneeling in front of me and rubbing my back, "Are you okay?" he continues and I nod my head, feeling the tears prickling in my eyes, calling my bluff.

"Come here" he whispers, sitting on the couch next to me and pulling me onto his lap, rubbing my back again and holding me while I let out some of those tears I had held back.

"I don't even know why I crying" I say, sniffling and sitting back up to dry my eyes.

"No one likes getting into fights with someone they used to care about. Well, nobody sane likes getting into fights with someone they used to care about" he says, trying to lighten the mood and it does the trick making me scoff a bit, smiling at his efforts to make me feel better.

He cups my face and wipes a few tears that had fallen, looking at me with his brows pinched together as if his heart is breaking with mine.

"But you still care about her though, don't you?" he asks and I nod my head. "It's hard not to" I admit, getting off his lap and sitting next to him which makes him angle his body to face mine, taking hold of one of my hands, encouraging me to speak my mind.

"She's been my best friend for the past five years. That's not something that can magically be turned off for me. I know what she did to me was devastating and I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive her for it. I'm still trying to heal from it all so I don't know, I couldn't help but defend myself, and you. I'm sorry you had to see that" I say, mumbling the last part and feeling so much regret for saying those ugly things about his daughter right in front of him.

"Everyone has a right to defend themselves and when you're being attacked like that, you can't help but say hurtful things. She had no right and she knew that and wanted to hurt the both of us anyway" he says and I take a deep breath before turning my attention back to him because she said just as many hurtful things to him as she did to me.

"Are you okay?" I question, tightening my hold on his hand to hopefully encourage him to be vulnerable with me as well.

He nods his head with a sad smile and waits a beat before saying anything and I hold my breath until he does.

"No one wants their daughter to end up in the kind situation she put herself in or see the people that they care about hurting but what she said didn't hurt me" he says and I nod my head, paying attention to his hand that I have placed in my lap, tracing the swirls of ink with my eyes as they travel further up his arm.

"What did hurt me though was the way she was talking about you. You know that's not how I feel about you at all right?" he says, tilting my face up towards him making purposeful eye contact with me, needing to know that I believe him.

"I know" I nod, giving him a sad smile accompanied by my still glossy eyes making him even more sad seeing how upset all of this has made me.

"Can I do anything to make you feel better?" he asks, cupping my face and keeping my eyes on him when I try to turn them away. "No, I'll be okay" I shake my head and he studies my features before nodding and accepting my words at face value.

"Okay, do you wanna go back up to my room? You can sleep in there with me if you'd like" he says, brushing a tear dampened strand of hair out of my face.

I give him a mischievous smile, telling him I know what he's up to but he pulls away and puts his hands up in a way to defend his motives.

"Just sleep, I promise. Scouts honor" he says, crossing his heart and I laugh at his playfully defensive nature. "Sure" I say, taking hold of his hand while he stands up and leads me back to his bedroom.

~~~~

After having talked a little bit more about what had happened the topic of conversation circles back to what we had been in the middle of before she showed up.

"So earlier it seemed like you wanted to ask me a question" I say, taking a sip from my soda that had come with the take out we had ordered hours ago, toying with the straw and keeping his attention.

"Yeah? And do you know what your answer might be to said question?" he teases, wetting his lips and keeping his eyes trained on mine.

"You have to ask the questions first Daddy" I say placing my drink down on his nightstand and when I turn to face him again he's tackling me down on the bed peppering kisses all over me.

"Stoooppp" I giggle and he laughs along with me before leaning back to hover over me. "Will you go out with me?" he asks and I can tell that this whole moment has him feeling like a teenager again.

"I thought you'd never ask" I say, running my fingers through his hair making him lean into my touch.

"You can't take it back though. Once we do this I won't ever let you go" he husks out, placing a kiss on my palm and I shutter at the feeling. "Then don't" I breathe out making a flame of desire flash through his eyes.

"You're gonna get yourself in trouble you know that?" he warns, placing a kiss on my nose before getting off me and turning off the tv. "Hey! I was watching that!" I pout "No you weren't" he chuckles. "Plus it's time to go to bed. We've got a big day ahead of us" he says, getting under the covers and motioning for me to do the same.

"Big day?" I question, not remembering we had something on the agenda this weekend. "I may or may not have planned out our date this morning while you were still in bed Sleeping Beauty" he says, pulling me onto his chest but I sit up pulling away from him with my brows scrunched together.

"How were you so sure I would say yes?" I scoff, shocked by his bold assumption. "From the way I've been making you moan my name I figured you wouldn't mind going on one date with me in return" he says and my jaw drops, throwing the covers off myself and making a break for it but he yanks me back towards him making me flop down on the bed.

"You can't just say things like that" I whine, hands over my eyes as a way to block him out of my vision and hide the very apparent blush that I'm sure is starting to bloom.

"Am I wrong?" he taunts, placing kisses on my neck and collarbone, dangerously close to making me moan his name again.

"You're no fair" I say, pushing him off and giving him my back making him chuckle at my shy behavior. He lays down and pulls me back into him. My back now against his chest and his hand placed on my hip where I'm again reminded that I'm only wearing his shirt and my under ware.

"Keep your hands to yourself Mr." I tease while prying his hand off me. "Come on darling, you know I'm a man of my word. Just sleep, nothing else" he says, this time sliding his hand further up to hold onto my bare waist.

"Fine" I grumble out and he laughs and nuzzles his nose into my neck, taking another deep breath, flooding his senses with my scent.

"Goodnight Bunny" he mumbles against my skin. "Goodnight Daddy I tease and am rewarded with a slap on my ass.

"Did, did you just spank me?" I say trying to wiggle out of his hold but he's already got his arm wrapped around my waist again. "I told you that pretty little mouth of yours was gonna get you into trouble didn't I?" he says, switching to rubbing his hand along the tender flesh he just struck, caressing it in a way to ease the pain.

I pout and settle back into the bed, not dignifying his words with a response. It's only when I accidentally move my hips backwards do I freeze from gaining a soft moan from him, no doubt caught off guard from the contact of my ass up against him.

"Sorry I didn't mean to I-" "I know Bunny, just go to sleep" he says placing a kiss on my neck and holding my hips in place, putting a little more space between us.

As I slow my breathing to a steady one I start to lull myself to sleep but I flinch at the sound of his cute snores in my ear. 'Something I'll have to tease him about in the morning' I giggle to myself and take his hand off my hip, choosing instead to hold it against my chest having him surrounding me. Soon I'm slipping into that dreamland he had drifted off to moments before, safe and warm being in his arms.

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lily-radiance · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel idea

- Fallen-Angel reader(Fem) x Alastor

The reader is doubting Heaven's actions and decides to take a trip to Hell to see for herself.

- Disagrees with the idea of senseless carnage but understands life is not so simple and split in two.

- Charlie, of course, takes her in, although she does not know the reader is an angel. The reader at first doubts the redemption idea but begins to see the vision.

- Reader is not a fan of Lucifer for many reasons, but mainly because he "betrayed" Heaven, and his relationship with Lilith/Charlie is strained.

- Imagine Hell's greatest Dad, but instead of y'know the whole dad part, Lucifer and Alastor are trying to make you pick a side.

- Alastor, chaotic as usual, tries to get the reader to accept being fallen and doesn't want her to go back. She tells him about her 'predicament' before anyone else, and you better believe he wants to fight the angels for you. He tells Charlie and the others about everything because he knows you won't do it yourself. You obviously get mad. Like big mad.

- In your spiral, he sees your wings at their total capacity, and your shaken demeanor has them changing from white to black at a high rate.

- Vox and Valentino get the terrible idea to hold you for ransom against Alastor and Angel Dust, and they do not go unpunished. Vox makes several derogatory comments about your "holier than thou image," Alastor won't let him get away with it. When it comes to you, he has no problem with your lineage, and honestly, he finds it charming that an angel of all creatures would fall for him.

One of your wings gets injured, and unsurprisingly, it happens to be one of the only angelic wings left. (Say the top and bottom wings on each side are black while the middle two are white?) You used to dye your wings to hide your angelic nature, but with an injury present, it is the least of your concerns. Alastor refuses to let you fly while in recovery, and he has to deal with your pouting. When you do heal, he's still weary, always accompanying you in case you need a helping hand.

"Al, I can fly on my own! Look, my wing is healed!"

"No."

"C'mon, just one lap around the hotel!"

"No."

- Husk thinks you're pretty chill company and likes to vent when you have nothing to do. Sure, he can't say much about Alastor without fearing for his soul, but when he can, the conversations are never dull. If you make him laugh, you'll never let him forget it.

- Angel and Nifty constantly tease you about your infatuation with a particular radio demon. Don't expect any worthwhile advice, even if it means no harm. Charlie really wants to see you and Al together, but she might need to be reminded about boundaries.

- Angel Dust once tried to hit on you to see what would happen and nearly got thrown into next week.

- When he says "Good Girl" to Charlie, you can't help but blush and be a little jealous. He isn't afraid to use the phrase to fluster you on purpose, although you would prefer he not.

- If you wear makeup/do your nails, he will be fascinated. He doesn't say anything because once, he spooked you and made you jump, ruining it. The next hour was spent with him memorizing every detail of your designs in case of another mistake. If he scares you again, it's his job to redo everything. Except for mascara. Never mascara.

- Chess and poker games when the staff has downtime. He will use his shadows to help you cheat, but only if he's not playing with you. Husk knows but says nothing.

- If you're listening to music with earbuds, he will occasionally slow the signal so he can bother you. At first, you were annoyed, but realized it was his odd way of communication. Plus, he still hates technology. (You will purposely play "Video Killed The Radio Star" to get him back.)

"Would you kindly stop playing that infernal song, my dear?"

"Not until you stop interrupting my music."

- The Egg Bois love you, that's no surprise. They always ask about you when being watched by Alastor. The radio demon has come to accept the many questions by now, but the first time, he wanted to spit out his coffee. You think fondly of the memory, occasionally bringing it up to lighten the mood.

"Are you and Mom fighting?"

- When you get into disagreements, expect a few dozen bouquets of white roses in your room. He's terrible at expressing emotions other than murderous intent, and Charlie does what she can to help. You're both stubborn, but it gets too exhausting to keep up the act, and eventually, someone has to cave. (Charlie isn't afraid to wear her horns when confronting him, and if he tries to avoid apologizing, Lucifer will make a daily phone call to annoy him.)

"Hey asshole, talk to your girlfriend, it's upsetting my daughter. Also, you suck."

- Regarding the Extermination day, you try your best to fight the Angelic invasion but struggle. Alastor is stuck between keeping you and the Hotel safe. When Adam nearly beats him, you don't know he's alive, but his reappearance at the new and improved hotel is a welcome sight. He's a little rattled that he almost died, but seeing you safe is enough to keep him going. He might be a tad crazier, but you love him to pieces anyway as you run up and hug him. Typically, he despises physical contact, but coming from you, he doesn't mind, even going so far as to hug you back.

"I assure you that I'm alright, mon cher."

"Are you sure, Al, because that was a difficult fight. Wait—your voice!"

The radio demon takes a moment to realize that without his staff, his voice is clearer than before.

"Oh, you must mean the radio feedback is gone. Yes, I suppose you've never heard my regular voice. I had forgotten what it sounded like. How is it?

"It sounds lovely. I couldn't imagine a better fit."

"I should return the compliment; that is what a proper gentleman does. Your wings look lovely as ever, (Y/N)."

You look over your shoulder to see the feathers no longer entirely black, but back to their ivory shade. A few straggled feathers remain, but you don't mind, overjoyed.

In the middle of your undeniably cute interaction, the rest of the staff is watching. It isn't until Husk interrupts with "get a room" that you two get the hint.

Bonus:

Ruffle this tall disaster's hair. He might complain, but he loves it.

Are you feeling extra crazy? Boop him. Just boop the nose. He will do the same to you.

#hazbin hotel #fanfiction #hazbin alastor #hazbin spoilers #alastor x reader

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louisarmpits · 2 years

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#my mom finally snapped today and basically had a mental breakdown #i feel like it was just the beginning tho #living with my parents rn is literally hell. i hate it.#the thing is tho #i understand where they're both coming from and i agree with both of them #my sister asked my dad today why they don't just get divorced #and he gave some bs excuse about how shes the one who is unhappy and 'she knows where the door is'#but my mom wont leave him. but he wont leave her either.#they both hate each other but they arent fucking doing anything about it #I'm so fucking sick of it #like this is why i don't want to get married. they ruined love and relationships for me #they always thought staying together would be the best for us #but it actually made all of our lives worse #if they just got divorced when i was young all of our lives would be better

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spidybaby · 11 months

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Gold digger

Summary: A lost item at the airport and a miscommunication can be the end of your relationship.

Warning: cursing.

Part two

A/N: This is pure exaggeration. Please don't believe this is based on any real action. ❤️

Stress

Was a short-term for Kylian current status.

He lost his toiletry bag at the plane, even tho you fly private, he managed to lose his personal things.

"Kylian, can you please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. We have already changed the house locks, and we froze you credit cards, and they're looking for it." You say massaging his shoulders.

"I can't help but worry, that's my whole identity. I have nothing now."

He was worried because his father suffered from identity theft.

"You have something."

"What?"

"You have me," you hug him from behind. "I know it's not too much, but I'll make sure all your things return to you Kylian. Even if I have to search the plane myself."

He smiles at your reflection on the mirror.

"You're more than enough."

After a small talk, you both were getting ready for his birthday dinner, planning it, and having everything ready from where you were vacationing was hard, but you managed to do it.

When the family started to arrived, you greet everyone and made sure they were all conformable.

"Honey, can I use your bathroom, the two down here are busy."

Wilfrid asked you.

"Yes, use any of the upstairs bathrooms. You don't have to ask, please do."

Wilfrid went upstairs to his sons bathroom, he sees Ethan getting out of your room. "Gotcha," he jokes.

"Jeez, the bathroom is still busy downstairs?"

"Yes, it is. Why do you think I'm here?"

"I'll be with everyone, be careful with the hand washing, y/n got her makeup very close to there and we don't want to ruin anything."

"I'll be careful, go have fun."

Wilfrid did what Ethan told him. He was careful with your makeup.

"Oh, merde," he couldn't find a towel to dry his hands and didn't want to shake them scared to ruin something.

After looking around a little, he noticed the navy blue hand towel on top of a travel bag. Probably Kylians.

"Oh, Ethan, always so messy."

He picked the towel and dried his hands. He was about to leave when he noticed what was inside of the travel bag.

Kylian lost toiletry bag.

He grabbed it, checking it inside. Everything was there, his wallet, his keys, his documents. He was relieved that everything was there.

He was about to turn around and go find everyone to share the news, but he notice other thing.

The travel bag wasn't his son's.

It has some of your personal belongings.

"What?" He's confused about why you have it.

To be honest, he wasn't your biggest fan. He always got that feeling about you that didn't quite convince him about you.

Kylian, of course, always told him off.

But this time, he had proof.

He exists the room as fast as possible, looking for Kylian.

"Arrête, Kylian." He called when he saw him doing shots with Tchaga. "Come with me."

He was confused but did what his father told him. Wilfrid dragged him to his room.

"What is going on with you?"

"Shut up, did you find your things?"

Kylian rolled his eyes. He got asked the same question several times.

"Non."

"What if I told you that it has been on your home all this time?"

"Quoi?" He asked confused

Wilfrid walked back inside the bathroom to grab the big bag, throwing it onto the bed.

"Look inside." His father ordered him.

He does as he's told.

Opening the bag that was originally his, but after a few vacations with you, you made it your own.

When he opens the bag, the first thing he sees is his lost bag.

"You find it." He says excited. "Merde, thank you so much." He was happy. All his things are secured with him.

He's about to hug his father but notices his cold expression.

"I found it, but I found it here."

Kylians frowns.

"That's impossible."

"Is it?"

"Dad, c'mon, what are you implying?"

Wilfrid thinks his words before saying them. "She had the bag Kylian."

But he knew she didn't. He was sure his girlfriend, the one who saw him cry in distress because of the lost of the bag.

"Non."

"Kylian, why would I lied?"

"Non, there has to be another explanation."

"Oh really, then tell me what it is?"

"Don't move."

He's furious. He walks fast looking for you.

"Y/n," he called your name, noticing you and his mother were talking. "Can I borrow you for a second."

"Sure, bébé. I'll be right back."

When you started walking upstairs, he grabbed your arm and hurried your steps.

"Ouch, Ky." You tried to let go, but he wouldn't.

Once he enters the shared room, you see his father.

"Ky, let go, please. You're hurting me."

His father is looking at you with an angry expression.

"What's wrong?" You ask, arm still on his hand. "Kylian, let me go. Please."

He let go of you. He was angry, you know by looking at his face.

"I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me." He says elevating the tone. "Where is my bag?"

"What?" You were confused. "Why would I know?"

"Don't." Wilfrid says. "You sure you don't know?"

"Why would I know?" You repeat. "Kylian, what the fuck?"

He walked to the bed, where the bag you used for your things during this vacation was laying. He opens it and pulls his bag.

"Want to explain yourself?" You look at Wilfrid and then back at Kylian.

You stayed quiet, the tension was thick.

"You believe I did this?"

Kylian is not looking at you anymore. He's looking at the window.

"Kylian," you call higher this time. "You believe I did this?"

He shakes his head. "No, I know there has to be an explanation for this."

"I don't understand." You wanted to cry. "Why would I do this?"

"I'll tell you why?" Wilfrid says. "Take this as you want, but you're a broken college student. You're full of debts. Don't think we don't know that." He says harshly. "So you did it as a way of pretending someone else did it. You know all his card codes it was easy money and bye debts."

You can feel your heart breaking. You didn't know his father had that image of you. Wonder if his whole family thinks the same.

"Kylian." You say out of breath. "You think that too?"

"No, of course no." He's trying to get to you, but you're backing away. "Dad, I don't think. No. Maybe you forgot you put it there."

You shake your head. "I didn't take it. Believe me."

"Then why was it there?" The harsh tone didn't cease.

"I don't know." You start to cry. "I didn't take it, Kylian, please."

"I think," he says before kylian could talk. "You need to pack your stuff and leave. I don't trust you around my son, and I'm not going to allow you to be here seeing what you did. I'm not going to allow a gold digger to be with my son."

You feel humiliated. The man you love is hearing how his father insults you and won't bat an eye.

"Kylian." You tried one more time.

"Kylian, go outside, go back to the party."

The way he obeys his father is incredible for you. He didn't even look at you. His head is hung down.

Once he left you two alone, Wilfrid walked up to you. "Pack your stuff, and don't try anything, I'll call you a cab." You nodded, scared.

He left the room, going downstairs, he sees Kylian chugging a whole glass of liquor. He can't imagine how he's feeling.

"Hey, dad." Ethan called his father attention. "Come here."

Ethan takes his father a little far from where his brother and friends are.

"Guess what I did." He's smiling like crazy.

"I don't know, tell me."

"Well, I spent the whole day at the airport, I found Kylian bag, I know he's down because of that, y/n told me how he's all sad. So I went there and they found it with the covers of the seats at the laundry station."

Wilfrid feels his blood turn cold.

"I left it in one of his bags and covered it with the towel, I'm telling y/n so she can surprise him. Have you seen her?"

The smile on Ethan face is making him feel worse, his eyes turning to Kylian, sitting at the couch trying not to break down. All because of him.

"Merde," he turns around, looking for you.

When he opens the door, he finds uncontrollably crying, packing all your stuff.

"Y/n," he says, getting closer.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick, I'm only taking my own stuff, that I bought with my own money."

He saw how you pack, not knowing how to fix the mess he created.

"Y/n." Ethan calls. "Y/n? What are you doing?" He's now worried. "Dad?"

"Ethan, please go downstairs." You say not wanting him to see you like that. "Please, it's okay, I'm fine. Just go."

"But."

"Go, I'm fine, E."

Wilfrid feels like throwing up, even when he had treated you like crap and accused you of something so terrible, you treated Ethan with such love.

Etha runs downstairs, looking for his brother.

"Kylian, come, please. I don't know what's going on, she's crying, she's packing."

All his friends turned to him, getting worried about the angst scene the little Mbappé is on."

"Kylian, move your fucking ass."

"Don't bother Ethan, just forget about it. Go eat something and ignore everything."

Everyone is looking at Kylian with amused expressions.

"Kylian, is this about the fucking bag? Because if it is, I already told dad that I found it, it's on your dior travel bag. Now can you please come."

His eyes snapped back at his brother. "You did what?"

"I found the fucking pouch, now come upstairs quickly."

Kylian pushes his friends in order to run upstairs. Finding his father outside of the door.

"What the fuck did you do? You told me she had it." He screams. His whole family and friends are now aware of the situation. "What the fuck?"

He enters the room, finding you closing your big suitcase. "Amour, please hear me out."

"Why?" You say angrily. "So you can let your father call me a gold digger again? For you to let me get humiliated by him?"

"What?"

You both turned to Ethan and Fayza, they're standing outside of the closet.

"Dad called you what?" Ethan asks.

"Ethan, please don't get involved into this."

"No! What the fuck is wrong with you, dad?"

"Ethan," you call him. "Please, don't do this."

Fayza and Wilfrid are arguing. She's trying to understand the situation.

"You," E, says, pressing his finger hard into his brothers chest. "Let's him call her a Gold Digger?"

"He said she took the fucking bag" he justified.

"Oh and you fucking believe that?" He laughs "Kylian, your girlfriend have had your whole bank account information for years, she had been taking care of important and expensive jewelry. And you believed that shit?"

You wanted to cry again, Ethan was right. You have been helping your boyfriend with his finances for a long time now, all because you were studying a financial career.

"Y/n, darling, grab your stuff, we're leaving." Fayza says angrily. "And you, she turns to Kylian. "You disappoint me so much, how could you?"

"Fayza, it's okay, I already called a friend." You don't want his family to have a fight because of you.

"Nonsense, you're coming with me. Ethan, help her with her things." Ethan runs to you. "You don't deserve this, I'm sorry."

You let Ethan take your suitcase downstairs.

"Y/n, please amour."

"No!" You push him away. "I've never done anything for you to doubt about me. I was the one who offered you to pay for the things at the hotel, I've been the one who takes care of your wallet and watches during games or parties." You pause, taking air, you wanted to let out everything. "I rejected your help when you offered to pay for my loans, I said no. You want to know why?" You turn to Wilfrid.

At this point, both Kylian and you are crying.

"Because I'm not here for the money, I earn my own, and yes, I'm a broken college student, but I know how to work hard for what I want."

He only look at his shoes.

"Please don't go, I need you."

"No, Kylian." You laugh. "You don't need me. Why would you need someone like me? To feel more important?"

"No, amour."

"Don't call me like that." You scream at him. "I don't want to see you again, I'm done."

"Please," he begged. "What am I going to do without you?"

"I don't know, Kylian." You shake your head. "But if you ever need a gold digger, call me up. Apparently, your father thinks I'm one."

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Trust

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: You, one of the top actresses in the world find yourself falling for the unbelievably attractive quarterback, Joe Burrow. But as Joe falls faster he finds that everything isn’t so golden about the world’s golden girl.

Acts: 5/?

Status: Ongoing

Please read the warning careful for this chapter. Proceed with caution; some content could be triggering!

Warnings: female!reader, smut, swearing, oral (m&f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, taking plan b, mentions of toxic past relationship, age gap between ex and reader, mentions of past abusive relationship,

Act 5 Summary: You and Joe come to an abrupt end. With no more fight left in you, you decide to march to your own beat.

Word Count: 6.4k

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You sit nervously, biting your lip, waiting for the doorbell to ring. Joe is away at training; you encouraged him to go and give you some space to collect your thoughts, but right now, you could use his strength. You stand up and start pacing, unsure how to bring it up. You told your father to come over for the weekend to catch up and only explained briefly in the conversation. You figured it would be easier to tell your father first, plus you wanted to speak to him about your mother. Yeah, you decided to lay it all all in one go. The sound of your doorbell snaps you back. It's now or never. This is your first step towards freedom from Jackson. You make your way to the door and swing it open, greeted by your giant of a father. He scoops you up and squeezes you.

"You never invite me over. Am I going to be a grandfather?" He jokes, putting you down. Your heart cracks a bit more at the thought of telling him you can't have children.

"Where's Joe? Am I going to have a little footballer grandson who plays for the Bills? Me and your brother already-Sweetie, hey hey, why are you crying?" Your father calms himself, taking your hand in his. You try to wipe your tears, but they flow endlessly. Your father follows you to the living room, where you try to gather your thoughts, but the tears won't stop. You're hyperventilating, and your father is quick to be by your side, holding you.

"Did Joe do something to you? Where is he?" Your father is quick to his feet, and you grab his hand.

"Joe is fine. It's nothing with him. It's-" You touch your throat, unable to say his name. Your father sits down and gently holds your hand.

"Talk to me, sweetheart. What's going on?"

"Mom lives out here. I ran into her, " you whisper, deciding to take the lesser blow for now. Your father sighs and rubs his head.

"I know."

Your head shoots up at your father's confession.

"What do you mean?"

"Your mother contacted me a few months ago. I knew she lived here but didn't know you ran into her."

"Did she ask about me?"

"She did. She said she was so proud of you. She has been watching you from the start of your career."

"She has two other daughters now. She's a terrible person, and I don't want her in my life." You stand up, wipe your face, and begin pacing. Your father sits with his hands clasped together, staring at the floor.

"Dad, why aren't you saying anything? Don't tell me you forgave her! " you shout.

"We have talked over things, and we are moving forward."

"What does that even mean? You forgive her. Now, you guys will hold hands and run off together?"

Your dad's silence is loud. You're shocked at this revelation and unable to process a thing.

"You're together again?"

"We're talking. She's divorcing her husband and-"

"She abandoned you! She left us like we were nothing!" You shout, throwing your hands up.

"She was my first love. If you had a chance to be with your first love again, wouldn't you?" Your father asks calmly. You chuckle darkly, throwing your head back.

"My first love has ruined my life for the last ten years." You storm out of the room just as Joe enters the living room. He sets his bag down and chases after you.

"Honey-"

"How can he talk to my mother right now? What she did to us is unforgivable!" You scream and cry. Joe embraces you, trying to calm you down. There's a knock at the door, and you pull away from Joe, allowing your father to enter.

"I have nothing to say to you right now. Joe will show you to the guest room. Thank you." You walk away, slamming the bathroom door behind you. Your father follows Joe out of the room and back downstairs.

"I thought I knew my daughter pretty well. Who is her ex?" Your father asks Joe. Joe lifts your father's bags and sighs. It isn't his place to tell your father everything about Jackson.

"It's up to her to tell you, sir," Joe replies respectfully. Your dad nods his head.

"Was it someone famous? Can you at least tell me that?"

Joe looks over to the steps where you're standing now. You're upset about your mother, but you have to tell your dad.

"Jackson. After Karen moved me to LA for my career, I started seeing Jackson shortly after." You whisper. Your father turns around to face you. You do your best to read his face, but he reveals many different facial expressions in those few seconds.

"I'm sorry, daddy." You whisper. Your father is in front of you, holding you in his arms as you break down.

"What are you sorry about? It's me, I'm the fool." Your dad walks you to the sofa, where you sit down and prepare yourself to tell your father everything. Joe gives the two of you space and decides to go take a shower.

"I started dating him after I turned 18. He was everything to me. It didn't take long for him to show his true colors. He started being controlling, and I blamed it on being my mentor and the stress with the business. I found out that after my 19th birthday, I was pregnant, but my career had just started, so I had an abortion. I thought it was only an abortion until a few days ago; I found out Jackson paid my doctor to tie my tubes." You can't bring yourself to look at your father. Your father tried his best to process all the information silently.

"I-I'm stunned." Your dad finally replies.

"I thought I could be free of him. I did my best to hold on to hope for these last few years because of the stupid contracts, but Jackson won't stop. He won't leave me alone. I spent seven years locked in fear of Jackson; through all the mental, emotional, and physical abuse, I stayed because I thought that was my life, but finally, I'm stronger now. I'm telling you this now because I'm going public about Jackson's abuse, and I'm taking him to court. I thought it would be best to say it to you first rather than hear it on the news."

"I wish you would have told me sooner. I didn't know any of this was happening to you. I should've put two and two together. I should have been smarter. I should have known when you stopped coming to visit. He took you away from us. No, I practically gift-wrapped you to him. It's my fault for being so fucking naive. I trusted this guy and-"

"Daddy, it's not your fault. I made my decisions. I-"

"He put his fucking hands on you! I sent you to LA, and I knew the culture of Hollywood. I read stories about things like this, but I never….I never thought for once you could fall victim. It's my fault. You suffered all this time, and it's my fault. I wondered why Jackson was contacting me these last few months. I'm a fool. He knew…Oh god."

"Daddy, it wasn't-"

"The business was failing. I was in debt and didn't want to ask you for money. Jackson offered, and I accepted it. He owns half the business now."

Your breath is caught in your throat. You're unable to move from your sitting position as your father starts rambling and pacing. This is why you never went public. This right here. Jackson threatened your family over and over and over again. He promised he would ruin their lives if you left him, and now it's started. Jackson got to your father before you could. It's all your fault. You stopped being close to your family. You lost all contact with them all those years. You just started to build things up again, but Jackson was one step ahead of you as always.

"Dad…I-"

"I'm so sorry. What kind of fucking father lets his 17-year-old daughter move to Hollywood alone and for the last ten years be-"

"Dad! I'll handle it so-"

"No. I'll handle it." Your father cuts you off.

"Mom is working for Jackson. Her firm is representing him." You finally say. Your father freezes up. This time, you make eye contact with him.

"She-She wouldn't do that if you tell her he-"

"They met me together. She knows what is happening, and she chose her side."

"She only knows his side because he is her client. Honey, if we tell her she will-"

"What? Protect me? She hasn't done that since the day I was born."

Your father shakes his head at all this news. You don't even know where to start. Jackson owns part of your father's business. Your father built his construction business from the bottom up, and now, with Jackson involved, this will only further go to Hell for you.

"I'm sorry. This is my fault for being gullible. I can't imagine what you've been through, sweetheart, but I promise I will make it right."

"You can't dad. I have to do this alone. If you get involved, Jackson will ruin your business and-"

"The business doesn't matter. You are my daughter. I failed at protecting you before, and I won't fail again." Your father pulls you into a hug as Joe appears. You break apart and let your father settle in his room while you and Joe talk in the kitchen. You tell Joe the news your father shared with you about the company.

"I'll buy Jackson's half. Let's ask Janet and Alex to put that in the agreement." You state, holding onto Joe. Joe calls Janet, Alex, and Eliza over.

"Before we can do anything, I want to talk to Jackson. Alone."

"I don't think that is a good idea." Eliza steps in, looking at Joe for backup. Joe takes your hand.

"We have to let her make her own choices. I'm going to support her no matter what. Let her do it." Joe replies. You give him a soft smile. After a few more talk-throughs, you end the night by checking on your father. He states that he wants you to speak to your mother so that she can hear your side. You tell him that isn't an option yet. You return to your bedroom and cuddle next to your boyfriend. You both know the road ahead will be challenging, but as long as you have Joe, you know you can do it.

You sit across Jackson and take a deep breath.

"I want to buy back your half of my father's company, " you say flat out. Jackson throws his head back, laughing.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I'm pressing charges against you, Jackson. Everything that you have done to me will be brought to light. I am giving you the chance to fix things."

"You're not going to win. Get that through your head. Come back to me, and all of this can stop. It's your word against mine. I need you to think this through. You have no proof." Jackson chuckles.

"I-"

"I will ruin your brother's life. Aaron? Is it? Your youngest brother, right? Just getting his name out in the entertainment world, right? I will have him fucking blacklisted." Jackson threatens.

"Why are you doing this to me, Jackson? What did I do to you?"

"Come back to me, and this can be over. Your father…the rest of your family. I will leave them alone. Joe included."

You bite your lip and look around the room. A few feet away, Karen is urging you to agree to the terms.

"I want to be happy." You whisper, holding back tears. Jackson reaches over and touches your hand.

"I can make you happy like I did before. I'm different. I've changed. Let me show you." Jackson rubs the back of your hand. You shake your head.

"Joe…I love him." You finally let the words come out of your mouth. You love Joe, and it's taken you forever to say the words in fear of what your future would look like with him. But you know now that your future with Joe is as bright as the stars. Jackson starts laughing.

"No. You have no idea what you're saying right now. I have given you everything I have. I have loved you from the moment we met. You promised your life to me. Marriage kids…All of that is our future."

"I can't have kids anymore! You made sure of that! I will never come back to you. My family is stronger than you think. I've told them what you've done to me and what to expect moving forward. I gave you this meeting for a chance to change your ways, but you refused. My lawyers will be in touch." You grab your purse and exit the room. Karen chases after you and grabs your wrist.

"Think about what you're doing. Jackson is giving you the chance to make things right. Go back to him and protect your family. He can and will make everyone's life worse." Karen states, shaking your shoulders. You remove her grip and stare at her.

"You're such a sad woman. You continue to live in his spotlight, not seeing the good you could do by standing by my side. Jackson only cares for himself. The quicker you learn, the faster you will live a much better life, Karen. Testify against him. Win and be out from under his shadow. I'm doing this as a courtesy. You were supposed to protect me, and you didn't. You continue to let that man get away with everything. You're just as guilty as him in my eyes…But I'm giving you the chance to make up for your mistakes." You don't break eye contact and do your best to read over Karen's facial expression. You give her shoulder a few taps and walk away. Karen turns and walks back into the room to find Jackson pacing. You go to the lobby, where you find your boyfriend in disguise, just people-watching. You walk over and bend down, scaring him.

"I said I could do this alone." You whisper, pulling down his sunglasses. Joe shrugs.

"Just in case he tried anything. I wanted you to know you're not alone."

You kiss his lips and pull him up. The both of you exit the hotel. The ride back home sends your mind racing. You're sure your father has told your brothers, but you're not ready to face them yet, so you've been ignoring their calls. At home, Eliza, Janet, and Alex wait for the update. You tell them what everyone already knows. Jackson won't let you repurchase your dad's company; he refuses to settle. You give Janet and Alex the okay to file charges in California. With things in motion, you take the time to go to LA and finish some business for a week.

You giggle as you read over the text from Joe. Everyone in the room can see how much you glow at the mention of the football player. You can't wipe the smile off your face when you get called Joe Burrow's girlfriend. You're finally free to enjoy Joe in front of the world. It was a crazy mix of reactions, but for the most part, everyone is obsessed with the both of you.

"Yeah, she is finished up for the magazine spread. We will do a quick Q&A and then wrap it up." Eliza shouts on set. You text Joe a goodbye followed by a kissy face emoji. You miss him, but with his training for the upcoming season, you had to fly out and get some photoshoots done for your upcoming movie. You sit on the white sofa as your makeup artist comes and touches you up.

"So we have a special person here to help us out with this interview." The photographer announces. Your body freezes up, and you look at Eliza with horror written on your face. Jackson. It has to be Jackson. But as your special guest appears, your horror-struck eyes become filled with admiration. Joe smiles and takes a seat on the couch. Your mouth is wide open as you stare at him in complete shock. You launch yourself onto his lap as he laughs.

"Suprise, baby," Joe whispers in your ear. You lean back, and he kisses your lips.

"What's this?" You ask as Eliza hands you cards. You read over the cards.

"GQ couples quiz," Joe replies, fixing his shirt and licking your chocolate Fenty lipgloss off his lips. You cannot wipe the smile off your face as you read over the cards.

"You guys ready?" Eliza asks. You nod eagerly and sit back, wiggling in your seat. You start by introducing yourself and Joe.

"What's my favorite color?" You ask. Joe scratches his head, laughing.

"That's easy, yellow. Not too bright, like a nice mellow yellow. Not the drink." Joe laughs, replying. You nod and ding him for the point.

"What food do I love, and what food do I hate?" You ask next. Joe laughs and leans back. He takes a moment to think, and you give him a look.

"She loves lasagna, and she hates soups. Any soup she complains, but she also hates onion, but she will tear French Onion soup up, so it's like weird." Joe sits up, staring at you. You hide behind your cards, giggling.

"French onion is just too good! Okay, what's my favorite fast food, and what is my go to order?"

"You don't even eat out like that, umm, Chick-fil-A, and she always gets the Cool Wrap with extra ranch packet, a lemonade, and fries." He replies. You clap for him and tell them to give him extra points.

"He's so attentive like I barely eat out. I think I had that when we first started dating. Speaking of, how did you ask me out?"

"This is embarrassing. When we first started talking, we would send each other songs. So, I sent her Girlfriend by Charlie Puth. She messaged me and asked, What does this mean? And I replied precisely what the song says."

"What did you respond?" A guy asks off camera. You giggle behind the cards.

"Yes. I didn't send a song back because I was so shy and too busy giggling." You reply, flipping to the next card.

"What did you do for the first date?" The guy asks. You look at Joe, letting him take the lead.

"We did ABC dates for the first 26 dates; we did something corresponding to the alphabet. So, date one was an aquarium date." Joe smiles at you, shooting you a wink.

"Who said I love you first?" You ask, reading the next card. Joe leans back, laughing.

"I did. I knew I was in love with her from the first date. Without reading the little cards next to each animal, she would start this long rant about information on them. I was fascinated and had to stand back and stare at her. Although when I first said I love you, it threw her off, and she ghosted me for weeks."

"Joseph!" You giggle playfully, shoving him. Joe whispers that he loves you, and your heart flutters. You blow him a kiss and read the next card.

"How did we meet?"

"At her cousin's wedding. I knew the groom, and they introduced us, so I owe Matty a big thank you.

"Were you a fan of hers before meeting her?" The director asks. Joe nods his head.

"I was. Who isn't a fan? After we started hanging out, I did a deep dive for sure, but haha, I was always a fan. My family members are huge fans of her, so it worked out." Joe replies, licking his lips. You hide behind your cards.

"What's my favorite movie."

"Titanic."

"Ding! What's a pet peeve you have about me."

"None. I'm too in love with you. Next question."

"There has to be one. I won't get upset." You reply, waiting for an answer.

"Hmmm. She falls asleep with the TV on. I like silence. But I would do anything to keep her happy, so I don't care." Joe states, grinning.

"What's the first thing I made you to eat?"

"Man…I think it was spaghetti or something."

"Ding. That's correct." You give your boyfriend a few claps.

"What was my favorite subject in school?"

"I think English? No history. She's a history buff!" Joe replies you give him another ding for his correction.

"What's my phone number?"

"I can't say that. Are they going to beep it out?" Joe asks. The producers give him a thumbs up, and Joe gives out your phone number.

"She doesn't know my number."

"To be fair, I don't remember anyone's number." You laugh and go to the next card.

"What is your favorite thing about me?" This time, when you ask, you stare straight into those blue orbs across from you. Joe leans forward and takes your hand.

"I love everything about you. I love that our humor is the same. I love how you protect those you love. I love the way your mind works. I love your strength. I never thought I would be able to fall more in love with you, but every day, you show me that's possible." Joe rubs the back of your hand, and you look away, holding back tears.

"Give him all the points, " you jokingly state, wiping your eyes. You toss the cards and throw yourself at your boyfriend, causing the set to laugh. After you guys wrap up on set, Joe follows you back to the hotel. You guys find yourselves in bed kissing each other endlessly. Your mouth detaches from Joe's, only to breathe in and return to his lips. Joe moans into the kiss, causing you to squeeze your thighs together involuntarily.

"Take this off," Joe whispers, pulling at your t-shirt. You sit up and toss it to the floor. Joe pulls you back on top of his lap and takes your nipple into his mouth. You look down at him with glossy eyes. Joe grips your hips tightly. You hiss as he pulls back slowly on your nipple between his teeth. Joe sucks on it gently, and you rake your fingers through his hair. While Joe is busy sucking on your nipple, you move your hand down to the waistband of his briefs, releasing his cock. Joe releases your nipple and stares up at you as you start pumping him in your hand. Joe lifts you and sheaths himself entirely in you. You both sigh while you clench around his shaft.

"Fuck baby, don't do that. I'm going to cum." Joe whispers, pulling you back down for a messy kiss.

"Missed this so so much," You pull away from the kiss and lean back as Joe starts bouncing you up and down on his cock. You lean forward so that your forehead touches his.

"Yeah, you miss this. Such a good girl." Joe groans, feeling you clench around him again. He slaps your thigh, and you giggle. You bend down and capture his lips. Joe's kisses are lazy because he is too focused on bouncing you up and down his cock chasing his release. It's only been a week of separation, but your dear boyfriend desperately wanted you. Joe groans when you pull his head back by his hair. You start leaving open mouth kisses on his neck.

"I'm cumming." Joe groans as you suck on his neck. You giggle and pull back to see your handy work. Joe sighs, holding you down as you continue to milk everything he gives you. You pick yourself up and plop down on the bed beside him. Joe rolls over and stares at you. Before you got here, Joe had spent at least 15 minutes devouring you, so it was only fair he got his ending, too. You can feel his semen dripping down your legs, which makes you giggle at the sensation.

"What?" Joe asks.

"The strike started, so I won't be promoting anything. I can give all my time to you." You whisper. Joe closes his eyes.

"Do you trust me, Joseph?"

"With my whole heart."

You close your eyes and join your boyfriend in a deep sleep. The next day, you and Joe find yourselves eating out. A few fans ask for photos and autographs which you both have no problem doing. When you return to your hotel, you and Joe take a hot shower, not missing a moment to touch each other. After the shower, you take a much-needed nap. You and Joe fly back home and bury yourself in the case you are building against Jackson. You have not spoken to your father since he shared about your mother. Your brothers have tried to reach out to you, but you're not ready for that talk.

"Can you go into more detail about the Oscar night?" Janet asks, bringing you back to the present. You ignore your oldest brother's text and place your phone on the table.

"Like what?"

"Did he assault you?… Physically?" She clarifies. You take a deep breath and nod your head.

"How long do we need to do this? I have surgery today." You state changing the subject. Janet looks at Alex.

"We can end here. Are you nervous about the surgery?"

"Yes, I want it to work out. I want to be a mother, " you reply.

Alex drives you to the hospital, where Joe meets you. He kisses your lips and tells you how brave you are then you are and that he will be waiting for you when you wake up. And just like he promised, Joe was at your side when you woke up and through recovery. Before you knew it, the season started. As always, you went to the games with his family and cheered him on. You ran into Jackson once and were surprised by the outcome.

"You win. Have your team contact mine. I'll follow whatever rules you set." Jackson stated. You stared at him in disbelief.

"First, let me buy back my father's company."

"You wanted a legit deal, have your team contact mine."

"Fine." You say, turning to walk away, but JAckson's next word surprises you.

"I'm sorry."

You can't find it in yourself to turn back and face him, but hearing those exact words you heard so many times from him seems haunting. You get the courage to turn around and face him with tears in your eyes; you take a deep breath.

"This could have all been avoided. What you have done to me, I'll never be able to forgive you, so keep your apology. Your words mean absolutely nothing to me." You state sternly. Jackson chuckles and wipes his face.

"For what it's worth, I loved you. I truly loved you."

"Well, you had a fucked up way of showing it."

"Get away from her." You hear Joe's mother shout. She quickly steps in between you. Jackson nods his head and walks away. She turns around and pulls you into a hug. You and Joe had sat down with his parents and broke the news a few weeks ago. Her actions shocked you but warmed your heart.

"Are you okay? Did he say anything to you-"

"Mrs.Burrow, I'm-"

"Mom. I told you to call me mom…if that's okay." She whispers, cupping your face to wipe the tears. You smile and nod.

"Mom, I'm okay." You sniffle, and she hugs you again. You guys make your way to the game. It has been a stressful few weeks for Joe, from your surgery to losing a few games. Joe always took it so hard and blamed himself. But you were there to comfort him always. After the team won, you guys went out to celebrate. Joe's hand never left yours through the night. You sipped your drink and leaned over.

"It's been four weeks, and I got the okay from my doctor. So-"

"Check this out." Andrei holds up his phone to Joe. Joe reads the headline, and you watch his face twist. You lean over to read it yourself, your hand moving faster than you can process as you rip the phone from Joe's hand.

"Jackson and longtime girlfriend are expecting their first child…. longtime girlfriend?"

Andrei looks at Joe, confused. You hand the phone back and storm out of the party. This is why he was so uncaring. You call Janet, and she already knows. It's a complete wrench thrown in your plan.

"We should still meet him and go over the contract. He doesn't want it to get out so-"

You hang up and lean over, feeling sick. Joe comes to comfort you. You don't know if it's the news or the drinks, but you're dizzy. Joe holds your waist and steadies you on your feet. You guys leave the celebration as paparazzi snap away, screaming questions at you. You get into the vehicle and break down. Joe pulls you into his arms. In times like this, he feels so hopeless; the only thing he can give you is comfort. You cry well into the morning, and when you wake up, you suffer from puffy eyes and sore throat.

"We can reschedule this meeting if you're not up to this today," Joe states. You ignore him and continue fixing your makeup.

"Honey-"

"Just stop! I don't need to be babied. You're suffocating me!" You shout, slamming the door in his face. You didn't mean to lash out, but you're stressed. Jackson is always steps ahead of you. After you finish getting ready, you look for Joe to apologize. You find him on the phone in the kitchen. LA is not a good place for you; you want to run back to Ohio with Joe as soon as possible. Joe hangs up the phone and turns to you with a half smile.

"I'm sorry." You whisper. Joe shrugs.

"We should get going. Janet just called and said Jackson is there already…with your mother."

The bad news keeps rolling in. You guys meet at Jackson's local law firm. Janet and Alex are already there. You look over at Jackson's "girlfriend" and roll your eyes. You know her. It's someone you trained with in the past, but she never broke out as a star. You tell the ladies you will meet them inside the conference room.

"How long have you been with Jackson?" You ask her. She rubs her belly.

"Going on eight years."

You laugh and throw your head back. Courtney stares at you, not amused.

"How much is he paying you to say that? You know he was with me-"

"You're delusional. You and Jackson had a strictly professional relationship. He told me how obsessed you were."

"Court, we trained together. You saw me and Jackson together all the time. He-"

"He said you guys messed around once, and you just wouldn't back off."

"You can't honestly think he is going to treat you better? He is not sane. He will crush you until there is nothing left."

"Look, he helped your career. Be fucking grateful. I want that, too. Unlike you, I won't let him break me because we both need something from each other." Courtney says with a smile. She bumps into you and walks into the room. Jackson makes his way over.

"Courtney. Longtime girlfriend? What is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry. What we had was fun, but you can't honestly think you were the only one. Right?" Jackson chuckles and brushes the hair from your face. He kisses your forehead.

"You made me an enemy, and I told you it wouldn't be pretty. Listen to me next time." He says before backing off and walking away. You get yourself composed before walking into the room and spotting your mother. Janet and Alex start going over your demands. Jackson agrees with them all, but you have zoned out.

"No deal." You interrupt. Everyone stops talking and looks at you.

"What?"

"You can't buy my silence. You took my voice a long time ago, but it's back. I won't let you get away with anything you did. I'll see you in court." You stand up and walk out as Jackson calls after you. Janet and Alex will follow you out. Joe waited in the care for you. You shock him when you climb into the car.

"What happened?-"

"Please just drive." You say. Joe nods and pulls out. Once you guys reach the parking garage, climb onto his lap and kiss him. Joe tries to talk between kisses but can't catch a break. He finally lightly grabs your hair and pulls you back.

"Baby? Talk to me."

"You're right. I need to speak up so other women know what kind of person he is…I'm taking him to court." You lean back and look into his blue eyes. Joe nods his head.

"I'm proud of you."

And when Janet and Alex reach your hotel, you have everything drawn up and the story released. Your comment section on IG becomes too much that you deactivate them. Joe suffers an injury, and life seems to be slapping you both down. The world was calling you a liar, and though they didn't say it to your face, some co-stars sided with Jackson. Jackson was thriving, just as you expected, until some lip reader on TikTok posted just the evidence needed. Eliza handed you her phone.

"Do you remember that day?" She asks

"Here he is telling her, fix your face before I fix it for you. And then you see her smile." The girl states, pointing out Jackson's words. Of course, you remember that night. It was Emmy night, and Jackson had screamed at you the whole way over about the dress you wore being too revealing even though he controlled every aspect of you. He chose that dress. Another tiktoker who is known for body language analyzes the same clip.

"Look how tight he grabs her wrist when she tries to walk away. Jackson Taylor is an abusive man. Hashtag, we believe you." The guy states. You continue to look through the hashtag and see that you have gained support. People believe you.

"I have to see this through. I have to be open about everything." You whisper. Your eyes drift to Joe, who is on the phone in the kitchen. Eliza follows your gaze. Once Joe is off the phone, he finds you alone in the living room, staring at the blank TV.

"Hey."

You pat the seat next to you.

"What's up?" He asks, taking a seat.

"This is going to be a long process for me. I need the space to see this through."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm moving back to LA."

"I can come to stay with you and-"

"You need to focus on healing…and in a way, so do I."

"I don't get what you're saying?" Joe nervously chuckles.

"Joe, don't make this harder than it needs to be. I can't give you all of me because he still has it. It's not fair to you or me. I have to fight him and this alone. I need my focus to be on this."

Joe stands up abruptly, scaring you for a second.

"I have been supportive. I have been the supportive boyfriend this whole time! And you're going to leave me just like that. When I'm at my weakest?"

"Stop yelling, please. I know this is frustrating, but-"

"But nothing!"

"Joe, this is hard for me too!"

"Then fight for us too? I love you. I have shown you time and time again. After everything we've been through, you can drop us like that?"

"Joe, I can't love you like you love me. I'm broken. I told you from the start. I told you. Nothing can fix me." You cry. Eliza comes from her bedroom, shocked about all the noise.

"I'm begging you to fight for us."

"I don't have any more fights left. I'm sorry, Joe." You whisper. Joe stands still, letting the silence fill the room. It's selfish. He knows it, but if he has to be selfish to keep you near him, he will become the most selfish person on the planet. But you're walking away from him. Joe can hear you saying words, but he can't understand them. It's as if you're speaking another language. Finally, Eliza brings him back.

"She's gone. She asked me to pack up her things and have it shipped to LA. I'm sorry, Joe. I'm shocked as you."

"I have to let her go. I can't be another guy that forces her to be in a relationship." Joe whispers and walks away. Eliza finds you in the car crying. She is confused by your actions, but she trusts that the both of you will find your way back to each other.

When you return to LA, rumors spread about you and Joe breaking up. People speculate that he broke up with you for obvious reasons. You keep yourself busy with Janet and Alex. Sometimes, you find yourself asking Janet about Joe. She tells you he's doing better, which is all you wanted. The hardest part about the case was getting people to speak up against Jackson. Everyone you emailed denied any involvement, even your old manager. Finally, one day, you get a visit from your old makeup artist.

"I'll testify." She states flat out. Janet smiles and nods.

"What can you bring to the table?" Alex asks.

"I was her makeup artist for two years. I can't tell you how many bruises I was paid to cover in those two years. I confronted Jackson, and he fired me. He threatened my family….when she found out she had paid me in secret for years. I've been running some of her clinics for women who are running from DV situations. I will tell them everything." Viola squeezes your hand, and you pull her into a hug.

"You helped so many women; they don't even know it. Thank you." Viola states. You are pulled into a hug and smile. Viola leaves you with Janet.

"Why didn't you tell me about the clinics? This-"

"Because they are all under Viola's name. I didn't want to have my name attached because of Jackson." You reply.

"This is huge. With her testimony, we really have something." Janet leans over the rail, looking out at the city.

"I miss him." You say, staring at the pool.

"He misses you too," Janet replies.

"He's never going to forgive me."

"He's upset, but I'm sure he would fall on his hands and knees if you walked into his door. I have never seen little Joseph so in love."

The thought makes you smile, but you know, deep down inside, Joe deserves someone with less baggage and Less damage. Because that's what you were… damaged goods. Some other guys ruined artwork. Joe could never put back the pieces.

"Your mom is here." Eliza interrupts. You take a deep breath. You were the one who called her to visit, so it's time to face the woman who gave birth to you.

it has been so longggg. I am sorry! But I am back. I am doing much better. I had a grippy sock vacation in the fall but I am feeling much better haha. This chapter sucks but we MOVE! I am getting back into the groove of writing again lol

#joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow x you #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow #joe burrow fic #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow bengals #joe burrow smut #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow imagines #joey b #nfl imagine

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Summary: a new discovery changes the trajectory of your relationship forever.

18+!!! filthy nasty smut and i dont wanna put warning bc i dont wanna ruin anything. plus i can do whatever i want tehe

-OT8

11k words (i need to be sedated)

Chan- daddy kink

It started out as a joke.

Yet here you are, getting pounded into relentlessly and screaming it out, certain the neighbors can hear exactly what you and your boyfriend, Chan, are doing.

"Who is making you feel like this?" He asks, not bothering to slow down his bruising pace.

"Y-you, daddy," you hoarsely reply and he chuckles behind you, pleased with your response.

But how did you get in this situation?

"You two both suck. I'm never allowed to have any fun around here," Jisung complains and you and Chan both roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"It's not fun when we are the ones having to go behind you and clean the kitchen that you absolutely demolished," Chan replies and you laugh when Jisung crosses his arms.

"Yes, dad. Sorry, dad," he turns to face you too, "Sorry, mom. I'll never misbehave again," Jisung has sarcasm dripping from his voice before he turns and walks back to his room, closing the door a little too hard for Chan's liking.

"No slamming doors!" Chan scolds and you can practically see Jsiung mocking Chan under his breath, causing you to let out a chuckle.

"There ya go, daddy. You show him!" you laugh out and pat Chan on the shoulder. You don't notice that he stiffens slightly at the words until you are snuggling back into his side.

"What's wrong? What happened?" You inquire, immediately sitting back up but he shakes his head and pulls you back down into his side so you can't see the red growing on his face.

"N-nothing. Just thinking about something," he pitifully excuses and you chuckle again. You lean into his side and rest your arm on his thigh, your elbow brushing against something hard in his pocket- oh.

Then it clicks.

"Did getting called daddy turn you on?" You ask after a few moments of silence between you two, just the T.V. playing some show.

"W-what?"

"You heard me..." you pause, trailing off before continuing and deciding to test your theory, "...daddy," you add on and sit up to face him.

He isn't hiding it well and his arousal is written all over his face. His pupils blown out, a flush on his skin, his teeth chewing down onto his plush lip. He lets out a sigh and looks down at his now hard cock in his pants.

"It would appear that way," he decides to confess and then inches closer to you, placing a hand a little too high on your thigh, "Why? Do you like it, y/n?" he asks and you immediately nod.

"Oh yeah? You like the idea of calling me daddy while I ruin that pretty pussy?" he asks, his hand on your thigh sliding up slightly, resting at the hem of your shorts.

"Mhm. I do, daddy," you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, throwing one leg on either side of him. As you straddle him, you lock your lips and the make out immediately turns sloppy.

Chan places his hands on your hips and guides you across his hard cock in his pants, the friction causing you to moan into his mouth. He wraps his arms around your waist and stands, making you wrap your legs around him, then you're being laid down on his bed and before you know it, his head is between your thighs.

"Mmm, daddy. You're gonna make me cum," you groan out, grinding into Chan's mouth and he smirks, pulling away.

"What was that, sweetheart?" he asks, kissing back up your body. You let out a whine of annoyance at him stopping right before you reach your high.

"Meanie," you mumble out as he reaches your neck, placing kisses along your collarbone and he pulls away, looking you into your eyes.

"That isn't my name," he prompts you and you blush a little at the intense eye contact, but also feel your arousal between your legs growing.

"What my name, princess?" he asks and your mouth runs dry. You gulp as you feel his tip rubbing against your entrance and teasing your clit.

"D-daddy," you stutter out and he starts to slide in, making your eyes roll back into your head.

"Louder." He demands as he pushes all the way inside of you then pulls out so only his tip is in. You wiggle your hips down, trying your best to get him back inside but a firm hand on your hip stops you.

"Daddy, please?" you beg, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him closer to you.

"I said, louder," he repeats himself before slamming completely into you, making you let out a moan but instead of his name, like you usually moan, the nickname comes out.

"Ah, daddy!" you almost yell out and then he's drilling into you like there's no tomorrow, making you have your first orgasm of a very, very long night. He fucks you through it before he pulls out completly, letting you catch your breath.

“Flip over, baby girl,” his tone is soft but his words are demanding. You sit up on your elbows, and turn around, shakily sitting up on your hands and knees.

Chan presses a kiss to your shoulder blade then one to the side of your head before he sits back up behind you and rubs his hands down the small of your back and the curve of your ass.

“Are you ready? Do you want more of daddy’s cock, princess?” he prompts you with a soft slap to your ass and you nod.

“Yes, daddy. I want your cock,” you parrot him and he laughs, sliding into you from behind and starts drilling into you again. You can’t even form coherent words or thoughts at the overwhelming pleasure.

One of his hands reaches above you and he grabs a hold of the headboard in front of him, steadying himself and you can’t help but fall onto your chest at the force he is fucking into you.

“Who is making you feel like this?”

“Y-you, daddy,”

Lee Know- spit

You and Minho were having a walk and decided to stop and sit on a bench, looking over some grass. It was a cool autumn day and the wind was blowing but it was still very pretty.

The wind had started to pick up and was blowing leaves and dirt around but it was still nice and you two didn't mind if some dirt or leaves got on your clothes.

"Shit it got in my mouth," Minho grumbles and turns away from you, spitting onto the ground. For some reason, you can't take your eyes off his lips and you cant stop wishing you were the ground.

Wait, what?

"I know that tastes bad. Want some of my water?" you offer your boyfriend and hand him the water bottle, which he takes, eager to get the dirt out of his mouth.

He takes a few sips and sticks his tongue out, obviously not satisfied that it didn't get rid of the dirt's flavor.

"Swish it around and spit it out," you try to make it sound nonchalant, and it must work because Minho obeys. He takes another sip of your water and swishes it around before spitting it on the ground.

You subconsciously chew on your lip and Minho turns back to you, handing you back the water. But you don't even notice, still focused on his lips. They are slightly wet from the water he had just spit out and his tongue darts out, licking the moisture up.

"Y/n? If you want to kiss me, you're more than welcome," Minho teases and leans towards you. You feel yourself flush at being caught looking at your boyfriend's lips and look away from him.

"Who said I wanted a kiss?" You mumble and cross your arms over your chest, facing out at the grass again. You can feel Minho's eyes on the side of your face.

"You seemed like you did. All focused on my lips while pressing your thighs together," he states and you snap your head towards him.

"I was not!" you object and he laughs, letting his head fall back.

"But you were. What is going on that pretty little head, hm?" he asks and taps your head gently with the water bottle.

"I-I can't tell you. I'm a little embarrassed," you object and he raises an eyebrow at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and your eyes get caught on the wetness of his lips again.

"You can tell me, darling," he tries again and you shake your head, standing your ground.

"This isn't the place to have this conversation," you laugh out and he just looks more confused.

"You're not breaking up with me are you?" He suddenly asks and your eyes just about blow out of your head.

"No, no, no, never! You're stuck with me for life," you chew your lip and glance down at his lips again.

"Then tell me," he insists and you shake your head. He pokes your cheek a few times and you shake your head again.

"Tell me,"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Y/n."

"Minho."

"Tell me,"

"God! You are annoying!" you reply and he laughs again, throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.

"Then tell meeeee," he whines and you can't help but fold.

"It was when you spit," you state and he looks at you, much more confused than he was before and you drop your head in your hands as your neck and ears heat up.

"What do you-"

"When you spit on the ground, I wished you were spitting on me instead," you blurt out and look him in the eyes, a smug smirk taking over his face.

"Baby, if you want me to spit in your mouth, all you have to do is ask," He shrugs and you quickly throw both hands over his mouth. His tone was a bit too loud for the park setting.

His tongue pushes out of his mouth and he licks the inside of your palm. But, instead of being absolutely disgusted, you let out a low moan at the wetness on your hand. His eyebrows raise at you and you quickly pull your hand away, rubbing it on your jeans.

"I-I- um. I can't even think of a way to defend myself right now," you sigh out, defeated.

"Let's go home," Minho replies and stands, heading towards your house. You quickly gather your belongings and follow after him, trying your best to keep up with his fast pace he has set.

Once you reach the house, Minho grabs a lollipop from the candy jar beside your front door and pops it in his mouth. He toes off his shoes and you follow suit, following him to sit by his side on the couch.

He pulls the lollipop from his mouth when you turn to him to talk, a string of saliva between his lips and the candy. Your eyes immediately drop from his eyes to the string. You can't stop your body and lean forward, breaking the string of saliva with your own tongue.

The mix of Minho and the cherry flavor of the lollipop has your head reeling and you close your eyes, savoring the taste. Before you can open your eyes, Minho leans forward and presses his lips against yours.

This is how you ended up under Minho on the couch, two of his fingers in your mouth. He pries your mouth open and spits directly onto your tongue.

"Swallow. Good girl," he praises when you obey his command and he leans forward, pressing a wet kiss to your collarbone. He makes his way down your naked body until he is face to face with your core. He spits directly on your clit and the sight has you clenching around nothing, making him laugh.

"You really like this, don't you?" He asks and you nod, holding eye contact with you. He sticks two fingers into his own mouth and brings the wet digits up to your mouth. You immediately open your mouth and accept them. At the same time, Minho starts to absolutely devour your pussy.

You moan out as he sends you flying over the edge and grind against his tongue while you ride your high out.

"So dirty. So messy," he comments, sitting up. It's a bit like static in your ears but you nod anyways. Minho presses his tongue to just below your navel and licks up until he reaches the valley of your breasts and sits up.

He looks you in the eyes, admiring your blown out pupils before his eyes fall back to your breasts and he spits on them, making you let out a moan at the wetness on your nipple.

"It's going to be a long night for you," he mumbles out, his fingers spreading his spit across your chest.

Changbin- exhibitionism

You clench around Changbin at his comment and he pauses his thrusts.

"Wait. Did the thought of that turn you on?" he questions and you feel your entire body heat up at the question. You open your mouth but close it again, too embarrassed to admit that it did, in fact, turn you on.

"The thought of Chan and Jisung hearing me fuck you turns you on?" you clench again at his words and smirk covers his face.

"If you want me to invite them in here, I'm more than happy," he says and you bite down on your lip. It had always been something you have been intrigued by but you had never tried it before.

"You haven't said a word, sweetheart. Do I need to call them in here? Would that make you use your words?" he questions and you blink at him. You really were rendered speechless.

Changbin reaches behind you, under the pillow, pushing himself further into you and causing you to let out a moan. He laughs and sits up, lazily pulling out and pushing back into you.

"Smile," he commands you and you open your eyes, seeing that he had his phone out and pointed directly at you. You bite down on your lip and Changbin leans back slightly, making sure that you can see him buried inside of you, all the way up to your flush face.

"Fuck. You are so beautiful," he murmurs and you feel yourself blush even more.

"Hush," you roll your eyes and he flips his phone towards you, showing you the photo. You nod, you really do look hot.

"Send it." you command, confidence suddenly overtaking you and Changbin chuckles, opening the 3racha group chat. He selects the photo and sends it in the group chat, without any words. He places his phone next to your head and grabs your thighs, folding them up toward the bed.

He starts to fuck into you slowly and you bite down on your lip, trying to suppress a moan. He bring his hand up to your mouth and runs a thumb over your lip, making you drop it.

"Let them hear you," he demands and fucks into you a little harder, making a squeal fall from your lips. He continues to fuck into you and you feel his phone vibrate by your head. He grabs it and unlocks it, reading the chat.

Chan: umm. was that mean for us?

Jisung: oh my god

He lets out a chuckle before typing something on his phone and turning it to you so you can read the chat.

Changbin: yeah it was. she said she would love for you to see her like this. she would love it even more if you were watching her in person....

A few seconds after sending the message, there is a soft knock at the door of Changbin's room and you clench around him, making him let out a groan. You really are enjoying this.

"Come in," he voices, rutting into you a bit more harshly and making another moan fall from your lips. The doorknob turns and there is hesitation before the door pushes open, Jisung and Chan both standing there with semis in their pants.

"Sits down," Changbin nods towards the couch a few feet away and even the authority in his tone has you reeling. This is an unreal experience and you are so grateful to be able to go through it with Changbin and the boys instead of some random strangers.

"Look at them, baby," Changbin's attention is back on you and you bite down on your lip, turning your head to face Chan and Jisung. They are both already looking at you and Jisung's eyes trail down your body, stopping where you and Changbin are connected.

He starts to move inside of you, slowly, too slowly, teasing you. He was obviously trying to get a rise out of you to try to put on a good show for his two closest friends.

"Please," you beg, grinding down onto Changbin as he pulls in and out of you. He speeds up, albeit not quick enough.

"Stop teasing," You try to put authority behind your voice but he stops altogether, completely buried inside of you, making you let out a moan. Your head falls back and your eyes flutter closed.

"Should I go faster?" You hear Changbin ask and you open your eyes, expecting him to be looking at you but instead he is looking at his two friends to his side. You turn your head as well to look at them.

"I think you should," Chan is the first one to speak up between the two. Changbin lets out a chuckle and turns back to face you again. Your eyes stay on Chan and his eyes lock with yours.

"Touch yourself, Channie. Please?" You add on the please, hoping it would be a bit more inticing if you ask nicely. His eyes dart from yours to Changbin's.

"You heard her," Changbin speaks up and turns back to you, pulling out and pushing back in much harder than he was before. You moan out as Changbin starts to fuck you harder, much harder than he had been all night.

"Oh fuck. Sungie, touch yourself," you demand and he immediately complies which makes your attention go back to Chan, gently palming himself through his boxers.

Jisung has his cock out and in his hand, stroking in time with Changbin fucking into you. Chan glances at you one more time and you drag your hands away from Changbin. You run your hands up your body, stopping at your nipples and pinching them lightly.

This seems to be what breaks Chan's self control because he is pulling his pants down enough to free himself and also begins to stroke himself at the same pace that Changbin was fucking you.

"Do you want to know what they're thinking about?" Changbin's hoarse voice catches your attention and you snap your eyes back to his, nodding.

"Ask." he demands and you open your mouth to protest but Changbin leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck. Are you imagining you're fucking me right now? Are you wishing you were in Changbin's place? Maybe you're wishing you were in mine..." you start to ramble as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

You hear Jisung whisper a cuss word under his breath as he cums all over his own fist. Chan seems to be a little further off than Jisung, seeing as he waited a bit longer to start touching himself.

"F-fuck. I'm g-gonna cum," Your head falls back again as your body arches up into Changbin. Your orgasm comes crashing over you harder than you have ever felt. You feel Changbin fuck you through it but once you start to come down, he stops, buried deep inside of you and lets you catch your breath.

Once you start to come back to earth, you look over at Chan who is still stroking his cock, leaking precum all over his hands.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Channie? Will seeing me cum again push you over the edge?" you question. And he cusses under his breath looking at Changbin.

"Make me cum again, baby. I want Channie to cum too," you put on your best puppy dog eyes and Changbin grunts before starting to fuck into your sensitive pussy again.

He brings a hand down to your swollen clit and you jerk away from him. He presses harder, preventing you from going any where and continues to fuck into you. Suddenly, he stops and pulls out, dropping to his knees in front of the bed so he is eye level with your pussy.

Before you have any time to prepare, he starts devouring your pussy. He licks a stripe up your entire pussy before sticking his tongue inside of you and slurping out the evidence of your previous orgasm.

He pushes your body up a bit more in the bed and starts rutting into the mattress as he devours you. Your hand laces into his hair, pulling lightly and he lets out a groan before pulling away and putting two fingers into you.

"Taste so good. Do you want a taste, hyung?" Changbin questions and pulls his fingers from your begging hole, holding them out to Chan. He stands immediately and walks over to Changbin.

Changbin hold his fingers out to Chan and leans back down, sucking on your clit again and using his other hand to fuck into you. He starts to eat you out exactly as you like, knowing he is about to push you over the edge.

You force your eyes to stay open as Chan leans down and sucks your essence from Changbin's fingers. Chan's hand speeds up at your taste and the sight alone is enough to send you over the edge, making you cum on Changbin's tongue and fingers.

Suddenly, you feel lips on your neck and your eyes pop open to Changbin.

"There you are. You okay?" He questions and you nod, looking around the room. You don't see any trace of Jisung or Chan and start to sit up. Changbin helps you and reaches over to grab the water bottle on the nightstand. You look down and notice that he has on a shirt and sweats and you also have on a t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts.

"You've been out of it for a few minutes, baby. You sure you're okay?" he asks again and you nod once more.

"Did he cum? Did you cum?" You ask and Changbin lets out a laugh, letting his head fall back.

"Of course that would be the first thing you ask. Yes and yes," he assures you and you fall back onto the bed again, letting out a groan.

"I can't believe I missed it!" You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. Changbin chuckles again, pulling you into his chest.

"Guess that means we have to do that again," he suggests and you feel yourself smiling before drifting back into an unconscious state.

Hyunjin: hair pulling

You keep mixing the bowl in front of you while ilr Hyunjin is talking about his day. You decided you wanted to bake something you saw on social media and Hyunjin suggested he keep you company, seeing as he is your best friend, you decided not to object.

"Can you roll my sleeve up more?" you ask, turning your body towards Hyunjin. He nods and continues talking as he rolls your sleeve up, preventing it from getting into your batter.

"Let me redo the other one too," he suggests and you turn more so he has better access to the sleeve. He unrolls what you had done earlier and rolls it up again, much more secure than you had it.

"Thank you," you mumble out and he nods before he goes back into the story he was telling before you got distracted.

But your focus didn't last long. You notice that your apron was starting to untie and was also at risk of falling into the batter.

"Sorry, one more thing. Can you retie my apron?" you ask and he rolls his eyes dramatically.

"Y/n, if you don't want to hear my story you can just say that," he teases you and you chuckle. He walks behind you and unties the apron before retying it. He runs his hands down your sides and stops at your hips before pulling away, leaving a trail of fire in its tracks.

Okay you and Hyunjin are best friends. You have been for a while now. However, there is this air between the two of you that easily blurs the lines between just friends and something a little bit more.

Flirty comments, flirty nicknames, flirty touches, the works. Its to a point that everyone around you two can sense the tension and usually chooses to leave the two of you alone to avoid being caught in an awkward situation.

"Anything else, princess?" he asks, slight sarcasm in his voice at the nickname but it still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, nonetheless.

"I mean, since you're offering, will you redo my hair?" you ask, your hair had been falling out of its hair tie for a while and was tickling your nose anyways.

"So needy," he complains but still comes to stand behind you again. He pulls the scrunchy from your hair and you bite down on your lip lightly when the pull feels a little too good.

He runs his hands through your hair, smoothing all of your hair towards the back of your head.

"Make sure I don't look stupid," you comment and he chuckles behind you.

"Also try to make sure it won't fall out around my neck. I hate that feeling. And can you also-" you're cut off by a strong tug to your hair, making your head fall back and you lock eyes with Hyunjin.

"Needy and demanding? You really are acting like a princess," His voice is low and you blink at him, too stunned to say anything. You know you are crossing into dangerous territory right now. That line between friendship and more keeps getting blurrier and blurrier.

"I-I um," You stutter out and he chuckles, releasing your hair from his grip and you stand back up straight. Your eyes are frozen to the mixing bowl in front of you and before you can even process what you're doing, you're turning around and smashing your lips to Hyunjin's.

He freezes for a second and you debate pulling away, thinking you made a mistake. But, he quickly realizes what is happening and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, slotting his leg between your own.

Your hands instinctively make their way to his neck, deepening the kiss more. His free hand makes its way to the back of your head, lacing into your hair that never made it back into the scrunchy.

His fingertips tighten against your scalp, creating pressure and you moan against his lips. He smiles against yours before he tightens his grip on your hair and pulls you away from him. He leans your head back, giving himself access to your neck.

"You know, if you want to stop, I will. We can never talk about this again. But if you tell me to keep going, there's no going back for us," he mumbles against your neck and there's barely a moment of silence before you're replying.

"Don't stop." you're practically demanding and he bites down on your neck, sure to leave a mark and you let out a moan as his grip tightens in your hair.

"I always thought I was going to make the first move," He confesses and stands again, looking you in the eyes as his fingers relax against your scalp slightly.

"You kind of did. You just didn't realize it," you speak lowly, a blush rising to your face as the words leave your mouth.

"I watched your pupils dilate right before my eyes when I pulled your hair," he speaks out and you bite down on your lip. His eyes drop to your mouth and he lets out a sigh, his breath fanning across your face.

"Fuck, don't do that," he whispers out, pressing his lips against yours again. His tongue immediately makes its way into your mouth and you don't even attempt to fight for dominance. Not with the way his hand is laced loosely in your hair and the way he has his leg pushed between your own, placing pressure on where you need him most.

His grip in your hair tightens again and he pulls away.

"On your knees, pretty," he commands against your lips and your knees immediately buckle. It's like your body responded to his words before your brain even had time to and before you know it, you are on your knees, in your kitchen, face to face with Hyunjin's growing tent in his pants.

You immediately lean forward and press a kiss over the wet spot that is forming on his shorts, causing him to let out a hiss and pull you away from him by your hair.

"Mm, bad girl. I didn't say you could touch me," his voice sends chills up your spine. You have never seen this dominant side of Hyunjin and to say it had you panties drenched would be an understatement.

He lets go of your hair and hooks his thumbs in his shorts, pulling his shorts and underwear down at the same time. You gulp, your mouth watering at the sight of Hyunjin right before your eyes. He looked actually edible and you are a bit disappointed that you haven't jumped his bones already if this is what he was hiding in his pants.

He lets out a chuckle and you look up at him, putting on your most innocent eyes you can muster. As soon as your eyes lock onto his, his smile drops and he feels like he could melt into a puddle at the sight.

"Can you please fuck my mouth now, Jinnie?" You ask softly and he cusses under his breath before he grabs your cheeks with one of his hands, making your lips pucker.

"You asked for it," he practically spits at you before sitting back up and letting go of your face, "Open up," He demands, bringing his cock forward and tapping the tip on your lips.

You open your mouth to let him in and instead of slowly easing himself inside, he immediately forces himself into your mouth as far as he can go without causing you to gag.

"Fuck. Why didn't I do this sooner?" He is murmuring to himself and starts to thrust into your mouth, then suddenly he pushes in further, causing you to gag and tears immediately jump from your eyes.

His hand wraps into your hair, holding you in place as he fucks your mouth. His head falls back for a moment before he looks down at you.

"Look at me," he demands and you do your best to look up at him through the tears falling from your eyes.

"You look so pretty like this," his free hand comes up to your cheek, smearing the tears across your face. He brings the wet finger up to his lips and licks the salty liquid from them.

"You're going to make me cum. Is that what you want?" He asks and you hum around his cock. It's too far down your throat for you to try to force any coherent words out and his grip tightens in your hair. He speeds up his thrusts then he stops abruptly, deep in your throat and you feel his cum running into your stomach. You couldn't even spit it out if you wanted to.

He pulls you off of his cock by your hair with a pop and leans down, pressing his lips against yours again.

"Fuck that was good. I'm not even close to being done yet. We haven't even made it out the kitchen," he mumbles against your lips before pulling you back up to your feet by your hair again, making you groan.

Han- degradation/praise

You and Jisung have been at each other's throats for the past week. On top of both of you having stress with work and being extremely busy, the sexual tension was also at an all time high. The two of you's busy schedules meant that not only was it hard to spend the night with each other, it was difficult to see each other at all.

Meaning that when you did finally get the opportunity to see each other, you were both too exhausted to try to initiate anything.

Tonight was like the past few days and you had erupted into an argument over something stupid. You had told Jisung he could come over and stay the night tonight as long as he helps you with the chores that you had already planned.

You asked Jisung to unload the dishwasher while you vacuum the rug in the living room.

"You need to deep clean that thing. Vacuuming it isn't going to do anything," Jisung says and you look up, flipping the vacuum off.

"Hm?" You hum, a bit annoyed that he had interrupted you.

"I said...never mind it isn't important," he murmurs and plops down on the couch and pulls his phone out.

"No. You said something that was obviously more important than what I am doing and you made me flip the vacuum off. So tell me," you insist, placing a hand on your popped hip.

"Dude, it isn't that serious. And I didn't make you do anything. You decided to turn the vacuum off," he snaps at you and you scoff, throwing your hands in the air.

"God forbid I want to be a good girlfriend and actually listen to what my boyfriend says. You can't even begin to relate to that," you murmur the last bit under your breath and Jisung sits up, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Is that a jab at me? I always listen to you. Even when you're nagging about nonsense!" he exclaims and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Says the idiot that hasn't done the one task they agreed to," you spit at him and take a step closer. Jisung's whole body tenses up and he sits back, leaning away from you slightly. He stares at you in silence.

"What? Got nothing to say now? God you piss me off," you start walking towards the wall to unplug the vacuum, not even in the mood to clean anything anymore.

You reach down to take the plug out the outlet and are met with a pressure against your ass. Jisung's obviously hard cock pressing against you.

"The way you're looking at me and talking to me right now has me feeling things I have never felt before," his voice is low and gravelly and you sit up, your back pressed to his chest.

"Me telling you how you're useless is turning you on right now? Does that not embarrass you even a little bit?" you question, anger still evident in your voice but you still feel your panties getting wet at him being hard. It makes you realize how long it has been since the two of you have been intimate.

"Your voice sounds so pretty when you're mad. I can't explain it," he whispers lowly against your ear and places a kiss to your neck. The compliment has you biting down on your lip.

"So now because you got hard, you think I should fuck you? A bit pathetic, don't ya think?" you ask and his lips continue to kiss your exposed neck and shoulder. He groans against you, the vibrations sending chills down your spine.

"Please?" he is practically begging you and ruts against your ass, making you let out a low moan as well. You can't help but admit that you want him just as much as he wants you, maybe even more.

"You think you deserve it? You're acting so easy right now, Sungie," the nickname has venom in it and you take a step forward before turning and leaning your back against the wall. Jisung leans forward, his eyes locked on your lips and you place a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"Aht aht. Can you be good boy and answer my question? Is that too hard for your that pretty little head," His hands that were only an inch from your hips drop down to his sides. He balls them up into fists and looks into your eyes, still only a few inches from each other.

"I do deserve it. All I can think about is how you have driven me wild right. That perfect pout on your lips, that perfect pussy between your legs-" before he can continue with the praise, you lean forward and lock lips, immediately pushing him back towards the couch be was sitting on earlier and he falls down onto it easily.

You straddle him and make contact with his hard-on. It presses the perfect amount of pressure on your throbbing clit and you grind gently before finally breaking the kiss.

"Are you going to cum too fast if I ride you. You think you'll be able to make me cum before you do?" You taunt him and lean down, sucking a hickey into his neck. He breathes out a cuss and lets his head fall back to give you more access.

You grind down again and he lets out a moan, fighting his hands from moving to your hips to make you grind down harder. You pull away from his neck, another hickey quickly forming and sit up, landing a gentle smack to his cheek. Not hard enough to draw a reaction but instead just grabbing his attention.

"Ya. Reply to me when I'm asking questions. You can't seriously be this dumb, slut," you practically spit at him and his hips buck up into you again.

"I-I can m-make you cum," he whines out and you bite down on your lip at his submissive state. The way he is praising you on top of it is turning you on even more. You stand from the couch and his eyes snap to yours

"Clothes off," you command and he wasted no time, ridding his shirt and pants, leaving him fully naked and sat on the couch. You quickly follow suit and straddle him, rubbing his head across your clit.

"I wonder if I'll even be able to feel it," you let the words fall from your lips and immediately feel like you might've taken it too far.

You and Jisung both know it is an act. He is honestly one of the biggest partners you have ever been with and he knows this too. Instead of having a negative reaction though, his eyes grow glassy and blown out under you.

"Let me try. Please let me try," he begs and you can't help but sinking down onto him. Your eyes roll back at the stretch and he whines as you sink down, fully hugging him between your walls.

"That the best you can do?" you grunt out and you feel Jisung twitch inside of you. You grab his face by his cheeks and his eyes pop open to meet yours.

"Keep telling me how good I'm making you feel and maybe you'll get permission to cum," you throw his face out of your hand before rising up and dropping back down on Jisung.

Felix- orgasm control/begging

Contrary to what most people think, sex with Felix is not nearly as vanilla as you may think. Yes, sometimes the two of you do have really sweet, vanilla sex. But sometimes you also have the most insane and disgusting sex that anyone could ever have.

This happens because the two of you are such good communicators with one another. You tell each other exactly what you want all the time and it makes for not only an emotionally intelligent relationship, but also a physically intelligent one.

“Hi, angel. I have a question,” Felix sits down next to you and you pause the video you are watching, turning to face him.

“I was talking to the boys and one of them mentioned something that they do with their girlfriend and I wanna try it,” he explains and you nod at him.

“Okay, we can,” you agree and turn back to your video, ready to continue watching. He laughs next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his chest.

“Baby, you don’t even know what it is,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss to the top of your head and you shrug.

“It’s okay. I trust you,” you explain, the video already pulling your attention back in. His hand makes its way to your hair and he absentmindedly twirls a strand around his finger.

“I could be asking you to murder somebody and you just agreed,” he comments and you chuckle, pausing the video again.

“Except I know you aren’t asking me to murder anybody so we’re good. I assume it’s something sexual and I don’t want to know what it is so you can get the genuine reaction that you want. That’s all,” you smile up at him and he leans down, pressing a kiss between your eyebrows.

“What if it hurts?” he asks quietly and you break eye contact, looking up at the ceiling to try to think of a valid response.

“Well I like a little pain. Besides if I don’t like it, that’s the whole reason we have a safe word, right?” you reason and he nods, letting you snuggle back into his side to finish your video.

A few hours later, Felix was starting to get restless. All he could think about was fucking you since your earlier conversation and his self control was slowly withering away.

You were sitting between his legs on the bed, your back against his chest and your phone still in your hand. You had deep dived and been watching videos about some topic for hours but Felix wasn’t paying any mind to it.

His hand starts to trail up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake and he smirks. He is always pleased when your body has an uncontrollable reaction to him. When he notices your heartbeat speed up, your pupils dilating, a blush rising to your cheeks when he compliments you.

He fingers slowly make their way to your chin and he turns your head away from your video at the same time he leans down and presses his lips against yours. You immediately kiss him back and his tongue finds its way into your mouth.

That’s all it takes for the video to be completely forgotten and your phone is tossed who knows where. You pull away and sit up, pulling your shirt off and straddling Felix to continue kissing him.

His hands roam your bare back until he reaches the clasp of your bra and unclips it. He grabs the straps and pulls them down your arms and you pull away from him so he can slide it off before wrapping your arms around his neck again.

You grind down gently on him and feel him hard in his pants. You pull away and smile down at him when he looks up at you, cheeks flushed.

“You’ve been hard for an hour, baby. I’ve felt it in my back. What were you thinking about?” You question and he suddenly leans forward, taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue before pulling away.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teases and wraps his arms around your waist, flipping you over so he is hovering over you instead. He reconnects his lips with yours and his hand reaches down, undoing the tie of your shorts before he pulls away and pulls them off your legs.

He scoots his fully clothed body down and pries your legs open, finally getting a look at your cunt that he has been thinking about for the past couple of hours.

“So pretty,” he comments and presses a kiss to your thigh. You hum out at him as he inches his kisses closer and closer to where you need him most. He places a kiss just above your clit before pulling back. You feel his breath fan over you and you whine at him.

“Lix. No teasing please?” you try to reason and he looks up at you from his spot between your legs. You lock eyes and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Please? Please baby? I need you so bad,” you try to reason, knowing he’ll fold since you two are making eye contact. He glances at your pussy again before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit.

He flattens his tongue against you and you arch back, pushing him closer to you. One of your hands moves to his hair and he pulls away slightly to speak to you.

“Touch those pretty tits for me,” he demands before he leans back down and starts to flick his tongue on your clit. Your hand shakily makes its way to your nipple and you start to play with yourself.

Felix speeds up the pace of his tongue on your clit and brings a hand up, teasing his finger at your entrance. You try to push your hips down to make his finger sink inside of your waiting hole but he doesn’t budge.

“Please, baby? I need your fingers inside of me so bad,” you plead with him and he groans against your clit, pushing a finger in and pumping faster. Your hand starts to play with your nipples faster as you feel yourself approaching your orgasm.

“F-Fuck Felix I’m gonna-” before you can finish you sentence, he pulls away abruptly. Your eyes snap open and you look down at your boyfriend who has a smug little grin on his face. He pulls his shirt and shorts off quickly while you try to catch your breath and comprehend what just happened.

“What the fuck, Felix?” you question, confusion all over your face.

“I’m going to fuck you now, angel,” he replies and you blink at him a few times, confused as to why he stopped right before you came but then it clicks. Is this what he was talking to the boys about?

You nod and lay back, holding your arms out for him to fall on top of you. Instead, he grabs you by your bent legs and slides you towards him. He seems to be in a rough mood and you aren’t one to deny him of it.

“Beg me,” he suddenly speaks up, the tip of his cock sliding up and down your soaked core. Because of him having edged you, you really are desperate for some sort of friction or relief. You feel your entire body heat up, knowing a blush is covering your face and neck.

“Please? Can I please have your cock?” The words rolls off your tongue easily but they seem so foreign. At the same time, being this submissive to Felix was also turning you on.

He slides into you, bottoming out quickly and you already feel your orgasm begging to be fucked out of you. He pulls out and pushes back in, making a moan fall from your lips.

“Please go faster, please, I need more please,” you are begging him and he complies, speeding up and almost literally fucking you into the mattress.

“O-oh my God. I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim out as the knot in your stomach tightens.

“Again, already? I’m just getting started,” Felix grunts before pulling out of you and stopping you from reaching your climax again. Before you can stop them, frustrated tears fall from your eyes and you open them to look at your boyfriend.

“Already crying, princess? It’s going to be a long night for you,” his hand reaches up and he used his thumb to wipe the tear from your cheek. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck.

“Color?” he asks quietly against the shell of your ear before placing a gentle and grounding kiss to it. Him asking your color doesn’t surprise you but your response does.

“Green,” you breathe out, without even thinking. You feel him smile against your neck and he sits up before sliding back into you, causing your legs to shake around his waist.

“Then let’s continue, shall we?”

Seungmin- pet play

"Says the furry!" you yell out and Jeongin throws his hands in the air.

"Your boyfriend is more of a furry than I am!" He tried to defend himself but you shake your head at him.

"I don't think he has ever been caught in 4k with a tail on, Jeongin," you pat him on the shoulder lightly but before he can say anything else, the sound indicating the beginning of the next round rings in the room and both of your attention is back on the game.

You and Jeongin are sat on the floor against the couch playing a game he just got that you happen to be better than him at. Your boyfriend, Seungmin, is sitting on the couch with his legs spread and you're settled between them.

He is absentmindedly playing with your hair and is on his phone, not really paying attention to the scene in front of him. He says he played the game already and wasn't that interested which is how you got looped into playing instead.

"He literally calls you pup," you hear Jeongin mumble under his breath and a mischievous smile takes over your face.

"Are you kink shaming us?" you tease Jeongin when you realize you are about to approach him on the map. He freezes and you don't turn away from the T.V. but you know his face is beet red.

"W-what?" His voice comes out shaky and you turn the corner in the map before his side of the screen lights up red. You had thrown him off and was able to sneak up on him.

"Headshot! I win again," You put your hands in the air to celebrate and turn to Jeongin. His eyes are still on the screen and his mouth is open.

You hear Seungmin chuckle behind you and he leans forwards towards Jeongin. He taps him on the jaw twice and his other hand scratches at your scalp gently.

"Shut your mouth, Innie. You'll catch flies," he teases and Jeongin immediately shuts his mouth, turning to face his friend.

"Was she being for real or was that a sick and twisted way for her to win?" He asks Seungmin and you bust out laughing. He sounds genuinely offended which also causes Seungmin to laugh, falling back to his original position on the couch.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You speak out between laughs and Jeongin slaps his hands over his ears before standing abruptly and running out of the room, mumbling something under his breath.

"What did he say?" You ask, letting your head fall back and rest on your boyfriend's thigh. Seungmin leans down and places a gentle kiss to your lips before shrugging.

"Something about never being about to look at us the same again," he says and you let out another chuckle. You roll your head to the side and press your cheek to Seungmin's thigh. His hand reaches into your hair again and he starts scratching lightly at your scalp.

It feels good and you let out a low hum, wondering if this is what dogs feel like when you scratch them. The amount of satisfaction, protection, and love you are feeling giving you a warm and fuzzy feeling.

"That feels good, pup?" Seungmin's voice is low, quiet and you nod. Your hand that was on the floor wraps around his thigh under your head and you start rubbing him back, at the same rhythm he is rubbing you.

"You know," Seungmin starts and you come out of your own thoughts to listen to him. You hum, prompting him to continue and you hear him sigh and place his phone down on the couch beside him.

"I think I would kind of be into it," he says it quietly and your eyebrows drop into confusion.

"Into...?" you question, a bit confused on where he is exactly going with this.

"You being my pet," he speaks up a little louder and you pause your rubbing on his thigh. You turn around, settling on your knees in between his open legs and your hands on either one of his thighs.

"Oh yeah?" you cue him to continue and he places one hand on your face. You subconsciously lean into it and he strokes your cheek gently. His hand trails down until it stops at your neck. He squeezes lightly, making a gasp fell from your lips.

"I can imagine a collar on this pretty little neck," his thumb trails across your throat and it bobs when you gulp, making him chuckle.

"What does it look like?" you ask, quietly and he smiles at you.

"Mm, purple. With diamonds on it," his thumb grazes across your bottom lip before he continues, "A silver pendant with your name on it. The other side has my name on it. Just in case you get lost, whoever finds you will know who you belong to," he finishes and you can't help squeezing your thighs together.

The tone he is speaking to you in and the words he is saying are causing a deep rooted arousal to course through your body.

"You seem to like the idea of that. Don't you, pup?" he asks and the nickname now has a whole new meaning, making heat run through your body. You nod at him, your eyes were huge, the definition of puppy dog eyes.

Your hands lightly graze up his thighs, stopping on either side of his growing erection. You look up at him through your eyelashes and he smirks.

"So desperate, pup. What if someone comes out and sees? I can't have anyone else seeing what belongs to me, can I?" he asks, but his hands make no motion to stop you. One of his arms is thrown up on the back of the couch and the other one is resting on the couch beside him.

"B-but I want to have you in my mouth. Can I please have you in my mouth? I've been such a good girl," you plea with him and he laughs, his perfect smile covering his face.

"You can beg better than that," he leans forward, placing a finger under your chin and making you look him in his eyes from only a few inches away.

"Go on, pup. Beg," he demands and you feel your lip quiver slightly out of frustration and a little bit of humiliation. Seungmin has always been a quite dominant in bed but he has never been this dominant and the submission you are falling into has your head reeling.

"P-please?" you ask, your voice shaky. He just raises his eyebrows at you.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir. Can I please suck your cock?" you ask, trying your best to maintain your composure. Seungmin practically growls at the nickname and is lifting his hips and dropping his pants enough to free his hard cock.

He is a lot more hard than you thought he was, or maybe the use of the nickname sent him over the edge. Either way, you were practically drooling at the sight in front of you.

"Wow," you speak out and reach for his erect length but he tsk's and grabs your wrists, stopping you from touching him.

"I didn't say you could speak. I also didn't say you could touch me. Be a good pet and open your mouth," he demands you and you immediately comply, opening your mouth.

Seungmin's hand travels to the back of your head while the other is still tightly holding your wrists. He pushes your head down, letting your warm mouth wrap around his length, and lets out a hiss.

"Fuck. Good girl. Go ahead and suck for me," He commands you and releases your wrists, "I give you permission to use your hands now," he concludes and throws his other arm back over the back of the couch while the other is tangled in your hair.

You start to suck him and the low moans and words he is letting out are building up frustration that is heading straight to your core. You press your thighs tighter together and speed your head up. Seungmin notices you trying to find some sort of pressure and speaks up again.

"Open your legs for me, pup," he instructs and you oblige. He immediately slides his leg between yours, pressing his shin against your aching clit. You moan around him at the pressure and grind against him, trying to find some relief.

"Look at you. Humping my leg like a bitch in heat," he comments and thrusts into your throat, making you gag around him. You continue to grind against his leg and his grip in your hair tightens.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Are you going to be a good girl and swallow everything I give you? You won’t make a mess will you?" he questions and thrusts up into your mouth again, making tears spring to your eyes. You nod as best you can with his cock in your mouth and speed up.

Suddenly, he is cumming and his head falls back as he empties his balls down your throat. You moan around him and have no choice but to swallow every drop you can. He pulls you off with a pop and locks eyes with you.

His hand reaches out and wipes the corner of your mouth before he brings it right in front of your eyes. He shakes his head at you and pushes his cum covered thumb past your lips without warning.

"I told you not to make a mess, pup. Looks like I have to train you a bit more," he growls out before removing his thumb and pressing his lips against yours.

I.N- breath play

You and Jeongin have a bit of a complicated relationship. It's a bit more than just friends but you aren't together. The two of you have been friends for a while and on one random night, you accidentally had sex.

Ever since then, you have had a sort of friends with benefits kind of relationship. It wasn't clear whether or not you were necessarily exclusive but neither of you were being intimate with anyone else.

Essentially, you and all your friends know that you two are together but just without the formal title. That blurry line causes a lot of problems in your relationship friendship. One of the main problems being jealousy.

You and Jeongin were both out at the club. You have a big group of friends and are all having a good time. You were two or three shots in, tipsy but not drunk. The few drinks did give you an insane amount of confidence and you found yourself engaging in conversation with anyone who would listen.

"Want another shot?" A voice asks from beside you and you look away from the stranger you were talking to to be met with one of the friends from your group, Felix.

“Duh! As long as you take one with me, Lixie," you smile and he nods, immediately agreeing. He orders the two shots and reaches across the bar to grab them. You notice that the bar top is wet and quickly grab his sleeve and forearm, preventing him from wetting the cloth.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Here you go," he hands you the shot and you both smile. You take it from his hand and the two of you cheers before downing the shot. It immediately makes you even warmer and you feel yourself on the edge of drunk.

"Let's dance!" You lean over to yell in Felix's ear and he nods, holding his hand out to you. You take it and he guides you out to the dance floor. You find the perfect spot and immediately start dancing and singing in each other's faces.

The more you dance, the more the last shot is coursing through your veins and you find yourself with your back to Felix's chest and grinding on him gently. You feel Felix lean down to whisper in your ear but before he can say anything, you lock eyes across the room with Jeongin.

If he were a cartoon, smoke would definitely be blowing out of his ears. Pissed was an understatement, he was livid.

"Your boyfriend looks mad," Felix's voice is in your ear and his breath fans down your neck, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You laugh and let your head fall back, resting on Felix's shoulder.

"He's not my boyfriend," you yell out over the music, certain that Jeongin can read your lips but you don't dare to look at him. Instead, you turn around and wrap your arms around Felix's neck and grind against him. His hands rest on your hips and he dances in rhythm with you.

You glance up at Felix to tell him he is a good dancer but his eyes are focused behind you, a small twinge of what looks like fear in them. Before you can turn around, you feel a body pressed up against your back and two big hands sliding under Felix's, forcing his hands off of you.

"That's enough." Jeongin's voice is deep and you can smell liquor on his breath. The way he sounds send chills down your spine. You look up at Felix but he makes some lame excuse about finding someone and walks away.

"What do you think you're doing?" You turn your head towards Jeongin to ask and he scoffs, raising his eyebrows.

"What do I think I'm doing? What do you think you are doing? We're leaving." He doesn't give you room to argue and is pushing you forward, making you stumble, until you reach the exit.

"Jeongin. Stop acting jealous. We don't even have a ride if we wanted to leave," you speak out once the two of you are outside and he places a hand on your back, guiding you down the road.

"I ordered a ride when I saw you take that last shot," he points to a black car and opens the back door, allowing you to slide across and he slides in next to you. He speaks to the driver and you are on the way home.

You reach over the rest your hand on his thigh and he rests his hand on top of yours, giving a gentle squeeze, before removing it and placing it back into your own lap. Oh. He's pissed.

You bite down on your lip and look out the window. The driver's music is playing gently in the background and through the reflection of the window you can see Jeongin clenching his jaw over and over again.

You finally turn to him and rub your thumb across the clenched muscle, making him relax. His eyes dart to you for a second before he faces forward again. You retract your hand and open your mouth to speak but before you can, you hear him hum a quiet "aht aht" and shake his head. Your mouth snaps shut and you nervously pick at your fingers until you get back to your house.

The two of you slide out and make your way to your front door. He punches your door code in and opens the door, letting you step inside first. You barely have time to step out of your shoes before Jeongin is pressing you against the front door, a firm grip on your neck.

You gasp when your back hits the wood but his grip prevents the sound from escaping your throat, causing a choked out sound to escape.

"You're mine. You know that. Why do you insist on making me so... angry," he chooses his words carefully, not willing to admit to his jealously. He releases his grip on your neck and you take in a sharp breath.

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to, baby?" he questions, his lips grazing against yours with every word. You lean forward slightly and grab his bottom lip between your teeth before letting it go.

"Kneel." his voice is demanding and you meet his eyes, thinking he is joking. They're looking back at you with complete seriousness and you pause.

"Did I stutter?" He raises and eyebrow at you and your eyes drop to his lips then back to his.

"We're barely in the door, Innie," you mumble and he blinks at you once, twice, three times before he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, letting out a breathy laugh.

"I don't remember asking where we are. I'm well aware, princess," he states simply and his eyes dart from yours to the floor then back to your eyes again. You drop down to your knees in front of him, your feet are resting again the door, preventing you from getting fully comfortable.

Jeongin drops his pants and you readily open your mouth to accept him in. He slides in and back out of your mouth a few times before he thrusts a little deeper making you gag. He reaches down and places a hand on the back of your head before slowly sliding himself as far in as he can go.

“Grabbing his sleeve before it brushes the bar. Grinding on him like some kind of slut. Saying I’m not your boyfriend. You are mine,” he’s grumbling as he thrusts into your mouth a few more times.

He pushes himself past your gag reflex and you feel yourself literally choking on his cock, preventing any oxygen from entering your body. He pulls back out and you gasp out, coughing. The adrenaline starts to rush through your body and you feel arousal pool between your legs.

Jeongin is looking down at you, reading your expression.

"Did you actually just enjoy that?" His voice is deep and you look up at him. His pupils are blown out and you open your mouth to say something but can't think of the right words, feeling too ashamed to admit that him preventing you from breathing actually turned you on. He scoffs and leans down, wrapping a hand around your neck and squeezing.

Your eyes roll closed and you bite down on your lip when the adrenaline rushes through your body again. The facts that your life is literally in his hands has you turned on beyond belief.

He pulls on your neck until you are standing and turns you around, pressing your chest against the front door. His grip on your neck loosens, allowing air into your lungs and you gasp, your knees buckling inwards.

His other hand makes its way up the back of your thigh then in between your thighs, pressing against your needy pussy. You had absolutely drenched your panties and he laughs behind you.

"You really do like this," his grip on your neck tightens, "don't you?" he asks and you nod, mindlessly.

"You think Felix's hand would make you feel half as good as mine does wrapped around your throat?" He suddenly asks and your eyes snap open when a finger dips inside of your waiting hole.

"No, no. Only you," you breath out when he starts to pump a finger in and out of you. He pulls his finger out and sucks your taste off before he is pulling your underwear down, not bothering to remove your skirt.

You feel the head of his cock tease your hole and your clit before he tightens his grip around your neck again and slides in at the same time. Even if it were possible for you to make a noise, you don't think you would have been able to, your brain felt like mush.

His other hand wraps around your lower stomach, preventing you from moving away from him. If it wasn't for his grip on your torso and neck, you probably would have buckled down into a pile a long time ago.

The feel of him inside of you, the slight pain from the stretch and the slight pain from his fingers around your neck already have you like putty in his hands.

Jeongin starts to fuck into you at a brutal pace, releasing his vice grip on your neck every once in a while and you find yourself tumbling over the threshold of an orgasm much quicker than you ever have.

"You really are a slut aren't you? All it takes is someone to choke you and you'll let them fuck? You think Felix would be able to fuck you like I can?" He asks, speeding up his thrusts as you fall into hypersensitivity.

"Only you! Only you! Jeongin, fuck. It's t-too much," You whine out and he tightens his grip on your neck again.

"I like it better when you can't talk," he growls, leaning forward into your ear and without warning you are cumming again, Jeongin not far behind you. He paints your walls white before he slumps forward onto your back.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he speaks out suddenly and your eyes shoot open. You turn over your shoulder to look at him but he just buries his head deeper into your back. You catch a glimpse of his red ears and smile.

You reach back, finding his hand on your hip and interlock your fingers with his. He sits up and tightens the grip in your hands.

"Of course, Innie," you speak out and his grip on your hand tightens even more. He pulls out of you and makes a move to pull away but your knees buckle under you. If it wasn't for him reacting quickly, you would've been on the floor.

"Let's take a bath, yeah?" he suggests and you smile at him, nodding.

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out of line ~ rafe cameron

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Ever since you could remember, Ward had always been hard on Rafe. It might have been because he was his only son, it might be because he wanted him to mature early on, or it might be just because he hated his son.

At least that's what Rafe had come to believe.

Nothing he did ever seemed to be right. His father would always find faults in every single thing Rafe did, crushing the boy's morale every single time.

"I don't know how to please him anymore" he would always say when he came to you, all sad and unmotivated to even live.

You hated seeing your boyfriend like that. You hated the way Ward acted towards his son. You hated the fact that he always made Rafe feel bad about your relationship, always filling his head with thoughts that he didn't deserve you, that he should do you a favor and let you go because you would be better off without you.

It made your blood boil.

As you were laying on the couch in Rafe's home, his body laying on top of yours and your arms wrapped around his body, you were hoping to God that his father would not ruin your night.

"Rafe?" hearing Ward's voice made the both of you tense.

Rafe got up from laying on you and sat upright on the couch just as Ward walked in.

Eyeing you, you could see him clench his jaw and swallow harshly.

"Yes, dad?" Rafe said, clearing his throat and looking up at his father.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking between the both of you.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, and you knew that Rafe was desperately weighing his answers to make sure he wouldn't say the wrong thing.

That is precisely why you decided to be the one doing the talking tonight, hopeful to finally give the older man a piece of your mind.

"We were watching a movie before you interrupted us" hearing you speak made Rafe's heart start beating rapidly.

He wiped his head around to look at you with wide eyes, but you kept eye contact with the older Cameron man.

"Excuse me?" his voice was dangerously low, but you weren't afraid of him and had no intention of backing down.

"You heard me. Do you want something with Rafe or not?" you asked, now standing up and stopping while face-to-face with him.

"You better watch your mouth, young lady" his threats fell on deaf ears, you were done cowering in fear of him.

Your family was the second richest one on the whole island, so you were also entitled to speak your mind seeing as you weren't a poor little Pogue afraid to speak in front of a Kook.

"That's funny, coming from the guy whose ego is so big he has to belittle his own son to feel better about himself" that struck a nerve.

Ward took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. His fists were pulsing, his veins were enlarged, he was on the verge of exploding.

But he knew better than that, he knew better than to make an enemy of your father. While Ward must think he's got the dangerous associates on the island, your father was by far more versed than him in that department.

Your family might not have been the richest, but it was for sure the most dangerous one. And Ward knew that.

"How dare you?"

"How dare I? How dare you look at your son, your own flesh and blood, and belittle him like he's a stranger to you? How can you stand there and insult him, make him feel worthless after how much he does to impress you, to satisfy you? And nothing ever seems enough. How dare you fill his head with lies about our relationship when you and I both know I am the only person who loves him and takes care of him. I am the only one who wants the best for him, not even you as his father? What the fuck is wrong with you?" you felt so good getting everything off of your chest.

Rafe was still speechless, still sitting behind you on the couch.

He was grateful for every word you had said, having conveyed everything he had been feeling but was too afraid to tell his father.

"You are way out of line here, bitch" he spit with venom in his voice.

Your eyes darkened and you stepped even closer to him, being almost face to face with him.

"Call me a bitch again and see what happens. We don't want to repeat what happened at Midsummers, now, do we? Or did you forget what my daddy did?" your voice now being dangerously low, knowing you had struck another nerve.

Ward visibly tensed, having remembered that your father had almost killed him in a fight when he insulted you at Midsummers while being intoxicated.

He cleared his throat and nodded, taking one last look at Rafe before turning around and leaving the house.

"Thank you" Rafe's small voice said as you next back next to him on the couch, unpausing the movie you had been watching.

"Never thank me for that. I want you to feel safe, and I was just telling the truth. You know my father has your back, he loves you and he would do anything for you" you told Rafe, who nodded.

Your father and him have had a very close and special relationship ever since you started dating almost 3 years prior.

Due to the fact that you were an only child and your father had always wanted a son too, he treated Rafe like he was his own. He knew about his situation with Ward and always made sure he was being taken care of.

You sometimes thought your father liked your boyfriend more than you.

"I know, but still. Thank you for everything, you don't know how much I love you, baby" he leaned his body back on top of you, savoring your warmth and delicate touch.

"I love you too, so much"

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THE ENGINEER | MCU X FORMULA ONE CROSSOVER

summary: hell hath no fury than a woman scorned. or, where viviana is pissed.

fc: gabbi garcia

author’s note: I lowkey want to write viviana doing interviews solo and with other drivers? like a 'who knows me better' with mick, max, and viviana then mick and max compete to see who knows her better. would you guys like to see that?

btw i put the potential guys viviana might end up with as tags, so if you want to see who she might be with, go ahead.

twitter (i WILL NOT call it the other name)

"Mick!"

Mick turned around upon hearing his name being called from behind, only to see Lando and Oscar. "Have you been on Twitter today?" Lando asked, and Mick shook his head no.

Lando sighed, causing Mick to worry about what could possibly be on Twitter to make him and Oscar go to him. "It's bad, mate. People have been accusing Viviana of boosting you and Max," Oscar informed him.

Mick's eyes opened wide, not expecting that. He expected more of the dating rumors considering it's all he's been able to see on his timeline. They were admittedly funny but also concerning, considering they ranged from Viviana dating one of the guys on the grid behind his and Max's back to Viviana being in a poly relationship with all the single guys on the grid.

He had to block the person who made the latter rumor since the image was too specific for him to not think about it. Mick could barely make eye contact with anyone that day.

"Do you think Viviana has seen it?" Lando questioned, and Mick shook his head no.

"We would've known by now if Viviana had seen it, she hates whenever someone says that one of her friends used her for an advantage," Mick told them.

There was one and only one time that Viviana had been genuinely used by someone for their own benefit. She had met someone in Peter's High School (she was in college at that point, getting her 2nd degree) and she had thought that he genuinely liked her and vice versa.

But it turned out that he just wanted her to put in a good word for her dad, and she ultimately dumped him and blacklisted him from getting any Stark Industries job in the future. To her, she claimed, "If he had to use me to get a chance with the company, then he wasn't good enough to get in by pure skill."

Mick looked at both McLaren guys and hesitantly asked, "do any of the other guys believe the rumor?"

Both Oscar and Lando shook their heads, relieving Mick since he didn't want to ruin any friendships he had with the guys just because of a baseless rumor. "We all agreed it was a pretty shit rumor, to be honest," Oscar commented.

Mick quirked a smile upon hearing that, amused at the Australian. He then felt his phone buzz, which made him realize that he had to look for both Viviana and Max in order to warn them. "Sorry, guys, I need to go find Viviana and Max," he excused himself.

But before he could leave, Lando blurted out, "Are Viviana and Max dating? I know they said they weren't but they act like boyfriend and girlfriend,"

"Viviana and Max... have a different relationship. I don't really want to say a lot because it's not my story to tell, but Viviana helped Max with a lot when it came to Jos since she was the only one willing to stand up to him. And when Tony became Iron Man and then the Avengers happened, Max was a really big help to Viviana," Mick tried to explain.

"And how about you?"

"I'm the one that helps out the both of them, just like they do to me,"

Viviana was currently on a phone call with potential investors for Stark Industries, which was why Max offered his driver's room for her privacy. And in an effort to try and waste time while he had nothing to do, he was walking around the paddock.

Which was where Carlos, Pierre, Charles, Daniel, and Alex saw Max, which prompted the Redbull driver to talk to them.

"Did Viviana come today?" Carlos questioned, and immediately, Max was suspicious of the two Ferrari drivers.

"She had a call for her company, so she's currently in my driver's room," Max explained.

"I thought she wouldn't come because of the rumors about her," Charles carelessly said.

"What rumors?" Max questioned.

"Oh, you haven't heard the rumors yet..." Charles awkwardly said.

"What rumors?" was all Max repeated.

"People have been saying that Viviana is the reason why you and Mick are in the position you guys are in," Alex explained.

"What?! That's ridiculous," Max said.

"Which is what we said, but a lot of people on social media are saying otherwise," Carlos said.

"MAX!" Mick yelled out, capturing the attention of the group of drivers.

"Did you see—"

"Let me see the tweet," Max demanded and Mick wordlessly gave him his phone, which already had the tweet up.

"No way FIA would investigate something based on a rumor,"

"FIA have investigated for less,"

"Do you think?—"

"Parang hindi nila alam na kahit wala ako, magaling sila. Mga bobo." It's like they don't know that even without me, they're still good. Idiots. Viviana said, practically marching towards the growing group of drivers, evidently mad.

"Nakita mo to?" Did you see this? Viviana said.

"Vi, you're speaking in Tagalog again. And no matter how much we try to learn, we still can't understand it whenever you speak fast," Mick told her, reminding her she had to calm down.

"The tweet. Did you see the stupid tweet? I mean come on, we only revealed that we're friends this year but suddenly I'm the reason why the teams aren't performing the way that they should? It's not my fault other teams aren't that good!" Viviana ranted.

A cough from behind Viviana was heard, making the girl freeze. She swore silently to herself before turning around, only to see a couple of drivers that belonged to said teams that weren't good, according to her.

She awkwardly laughed, amusing some of the drivers who thought that this was a nice change compared to her usual composed professional self they'd always seen on the rare time she was being interviewed. "I'm sorry, but only because you heard me and not because of what I've said," Viviana honestly told them.

"Good save, Vi," Max said, enjoying the fact that his best friend was making what was originally an angering moment for her turned awkward.

"Shut up, Max. Anyways, what should I do with the rumors?" Viviana asked.

"I don't think you should say anything," Daniel spoke up, causing everyone to look at him.

He looked unsure for a second because of the sudden amount of eyes on him, but once he looked at Viviana, who was confused at what he said, he elaborated, "Whether or not you say something won't change anything. These people are convinced you did something, so you should stay quiet for now since you did nothing wrong,"

"Who are you and what have you done with Daniel Ricciardo?" Pierre jokingly said, causing the other drivers to laugh.

"Hey, I can give out good advice!" Daniel tried defending himself.

"Yeah, but they usually come with back up plans A-Z," Charles said.

"Well, it can't be any worse than my original plan," Viviana thoughtfully said.

"What was your original plan?" Alex questioned.

"Make a F1 Team and buy my way in," she nonchalantly said, shocking those around her.

"What?!"

"Well, I'm obviously not going to do that. But, I would try to prove people wrong and it'd send a message of, 'you'd know if I did something' but people would probably get angry because of who I am and my last name," she rolled her eyes.

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pynkgothicka · 4 months

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Ask/Req-Should do one where OC basically gets taught all her life skills from Jungkook(maybe) and he can mold her anyway he wants- wether it’s cute and innocent, or just oblivious. Maybe OCs parents were never hands on in the slightest and that left her to group up with only Jungkook there for her

Synopsis- Jungkook’s soft spot is you. The love of his life, someone who was given to him and will love him forever and through all his days.

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Mobster! Jungkook x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - No one!

Tags and Warnings - Murdered Parents, hints towards a dark relationship, some smut

Authors Note - This took me so long! I’m sorry guys!!

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Jungkook was the kindest guy you had ever met. He was easily the love of your life. Even if you were in college with no one else, there was nobody in comparison to him. How he shielded you from the world he preached about being so evil, the man who saved you from your family. Jungkook would go leaps and bounds for you.

You stood in deep thought, awaiting his arrival to get you from the university grounds, the icy winter air swirling around you. At last, you perked up to only hear the rumble of Jungkook's loud motorcycle engine.

You smile as you see him whip his motorcycle into the parking lot. His leather jacket and ripped denim only make the man you adore even more attractive. His bike slows down in front of you; he takes off his helmet, revealing his black hair.

His shirt was covered in sweat as he gave you a signature smile. “Hey baby, I'm sorry I was late."Hey baby, sorry I'm late," he said, shifting to let you on. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back.

You mumble softly, "It's okay, I know you won't forget about me." You take a deep breath of his jacket, the scent a mixture of weed and spearmint. The odor would make others nauseous, but you find it comforting and familiar. “I just can’t wait to make it back to your place.”

🏍️

Jungkook fed you cotton candy grapes as you lounged in his apartment, making sure to cater to his one and only. With one hand scrolling mindlessly through his phone, his other hand brought the grapes to your lips, the tips of his tattooed fingers brushing over them each time, eliciting giggles from you with the sweet gesture.

Jungkook's loving gaze met yours, and he smiled. "Are you staying the night again?" he asked, putting his phone down to give you his full attention - something he had done for most of his life.

"I'm not sure if my parents are home right now," you say quietly to your boyfriend. “Besides I don't want to go home, my dad's being well himself again.” His gaze turns soft with understanding, and he feeds you another grape to sweeten the sorrowful moment. As the sweetness spreads across your tongue, you feel the sadness fading away. Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. His hands trace the curve of your body tenderly.

He understood how your parents mistreated you, ignoring you to indulge themselves as if you didn't belong to them. Yelling at you and shoving you aside to satisfy their desires - that was typical of mafia parents, and he would know. But now he led his gang, and he vowed he'd never treat you as cruelly as others had. He always made sure to distract you when your mind wandered to such thoughts.

While kissing your neck, he slid his hands over your backside, eliciting a blissful yet pleading whine from you. "Koo, remember no hickeys," you said softly. With a sigh, he detached himself from you.

“Fine no hickies, but I want to ruin you, baby.” He says snickering and pulling off your shirt. his mouth attaches to your breast as he moans around it. His lips suck on your areola, tongue lapping at the exposed breast. You let out languid moans as your hands go to his shirt, pulling it over his head as he pulls away. His eyes stared at you as you looked back panting.

You go to unhook your bra, revealing yourself to Jungkook. “I'm so needy for you.” You mutter into his neck littering the skin with kisses and hickies. He lets out a groan, his hands moving to dig into your ass. Small crescents form and you let out a lewd groan. “Don’t ever leave me Koo…”

"You know I could never replace you, for no one could ever be good enough to take your place," he said poetically, connecting your lips once again.

🏍️

After fulfilling his promise to ruin you, Jungkook put you to bed as he had urgent business to attend to. Not wanting you anywhere near his work, he made sure to leave you be. With a kiss on your forehead and lending you his jacket for comfort, he left.

Jungkook sat in a chair, glaring at your parents, whom he had kidnapped and brought to the base of his operations. As your mother stirred awake, his eyes narrowed. "Welcome back to reality," Jungkook sneered as he approached her chair.

"Jungkook? What the fuck is this?" Your mother hissed angrily. She tettered in her chair. He smiles as he places his finger on her lips. He then pulled out a gun and shot her dead in the head. He never had a problem with her, nothing too serious to be upset about. The quicker she was gone, the easier things could be.

But him.

He was the one who neglected the person to whom he had devoted all of his life. So, with his wife gone, everything would be much more satisfactory when he made him pay.

Speaking of, he watched as your dad stirred awake. His eyes went to the side of him seeing his wife was dead, a bullet going straight through her head. “God no. Please no… not her.” He mumbled before struggling in his seat.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” Jungkook mumbled going behind him. His hand went to the back of your father's neck, the grip hurting before he started to squeeze. “Seems kind of unfair doesn’t it?”

Your dad started to rage internally. “Y-You killed her? Why we gave you everything you could've ever wanted, shit you practically own my daughter what more could you want?” He said as soon as Jungkook's grip let up. He watched in horror as the man just laughed, all Jungkook could do was laugh in his face.

“You still hurt her though. How could you just leave your daughter like that… just having to settle with being around me? You are actually kind of lucky that she loves me. But I mean it's not like she spent any time with anyone else.” Jungkook started to walk around your father, taunting him with nothing but his thoughts. “She loves me, practically worships the ground I walk on. I mean thats a benefit for me, but pretty shitty for you. I get to finally kill you for all the pain you caused her.”

Your father started to scream and Jungkook allowed him. But finally, he had enough before stuffing the man's mouth with a towel filled with gasoline. “Scream and you’ll choke. I mean no one heard you but it got annoying pretty quickly. Now Shh, and let me do what I have to do.”

🏍️

“Koo? Where did you go?” You mumbled feeling strong arms wrap around you. You leaned into his touch groaning at the comforting feeling of his skin on yours.

“Had to take care of something, sorry for leaving.”

“It's fine, just tell me beforehand.”

“Of course, I love you.”

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elliesmistress · 17 days

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EPISODE 1: PILOT

WARNINGS: 18+, heavy drug usage (cocaine, weed, alcohol, etc), oral sex (R, E, D, A, ETC), tribbing, overdoses (reader), mentions of overdoses, angst, EVERYONE WILL BE IN COLLEGE AS EUPHORIA IS SET IN HIGHSCHOOL!, mentions of self harm, Jules will be transgender (same in the show, except sex won't be with her), shoplifting, mentions of death, NATE and his family will most likely be left out of this completely and set with new characters that are less toxic, dealer!ellie (sometimes), drug deals, swearing, less abusive relationships but still toxic, mentions of rehab, rehab (detox), death, degradation, toxic sex, rough sex, strap usage, strap sucking, mentioning of 9/11, lmk if I missed anything please!

a/n: this will be VERY similar to Euphoria, you will be RUE (Due to it being "your" story I will be writing it with 'I' as Rue talks). I just need to figure out where abby, dina, jesse, etc will fit into the story. I do know abby will be CAT very likely all the characters will be the exact same (besides from Nate and his parents) I've struggled with a few of the problems in Euphoria and I've written my own fic about MY addictions but I figured I'd do Euphoria too hehe, I will be removing the SA parts of the story because that's just something I don't want to have on my page. Please let me know if you want to be on the taglist whilst I actually have inspo to write :) 3.8K WORDS, spell checked and shit idk man it's like 4 hours past my bed time and 1am

I WILL BE MAKING A EUPHRIA PLAYLIST FOR EACH CHAPTER!

Taglist: @snowy-vee , @vqxen @pedropascalsbbg

PRESENT DAY

"I was once happy, content, sloshing around in my own private primordial pool." I am standing in front of hundreds of people who are here listening to my story—to say the very least, I was nervous. I always have been a fucking addict, and now I'm telling my story of how I recovered from this fucking disease that ruined my fucking life.

"Then one day, for reasons beyond my control, I was repeatedly crushed." I blink my eyes, looking at the floor, struggling to find the right words: "over and over by the cruel cervix of my mother, Grace."

"I put up a good fight, but I lost, for the first time, and definitely not my last... I was born three days after 9/11."

Memories flood back to when I could hear the TV going on the day I was born.

"I can hear you; I can hear you; the rest of the world hears you; and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon." The unknown man says on the TV that hearing the words "USA, USA!" being chanted over and over again made me cry as a baby. Those chants will forever haunt me.

"My mom and dad spent two days in the hospital, holding me under the soft glow of the television, watching the towers fall over and over again, until the feelings of grief gave way to numbness." I shift uncomfortably in the silence of the audience, glancing at my good friends Jesse and Ellie, who indicate for me to keep talking. A soft chuckle comes from my lips as I continue on with the story.

"And then," I take a deep breath, "without warning, we moved to a friendly neighborhood in the suburbs, to where a middle-class child, me to be exact, was looking up at the ceiling, counting those fucking numbers like I could fucking see them. Over and over again. 'thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... sixteen."

"My mother looked up at that ceiling like I was fucking crazy; the words she said echo through my dumb brain still: 'What are you looking at, y/n?'" "I kept counting, trying my hardest to ignore her. She said to me, 'y/n, look at me."

I chuckle. "I bet you all know where this is going. I kept counting, but from the start," and my smile dropped immediately.

"I remember breaking down and crying when my mother tried to snap me out of it. I wanted... I had nothing but to cry, so that's what I did. I sat in a doctor's office a few weeks later with my mother crying next to me as the doctor said I could be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, attention deficit disorder, general anxiety disorder, and possible bipolar disorder." I put my hand up close to the mic to cup it. "But I was a little too young to tell," I said in a joking tone, cracking a laugh from the crowd. "Y'all get me; y'all fucking get me."

"With this being said, I was put on medication to treat half of the disorders I had, and to be honest, I don't remember much between the ages of 8 and 12. Just that the world moves fast and my brain moves so fucking slowly."

"I would sit my fucking ass in class every day and try my hardest to listen to what that fucking teacher was trying to teach, but sometimes I would focus on my breathing a little too hard. I'd die. That teacher held a bag to my mouth to calm my breathing, though it never really helped. I remember trying to outrun my anxiety every day, looking in the mirror and trying to push my stomach in so I wouldn't look "fat."

"I would constantly get messages from people telling me they wanted to kill me, drug me, make fun of me, and bully me. My mother knew something was up and constantly asked me what was wrong, but I always gave the same response: 'I'm just fucking exhausted."

AGE 19 (college years)

"You said the doctor was in our network. How could he suddenly be out of network?" I hear my mother say as I walk out of my room into the kitchen, "I can't afford it" Grace says.

"did you see the beauty queen who got acid thrown in her face?" My sister says as I begin to lean on the dinning room table. "Mm, what? No" I say, turning my attention to her and out of my trance. "it's pretty fucked up." She says holding up her phone. "Hey, Mom, you got any tampons?" I turned my head to face her as she looked at the documents in her hand, I knew full well I wasn't going to be getting tampons but she didn't need to know that shit.

"in my bathroom, under the sink." She replies back, I swiftly make my way to the bathroom.

I enter her bathroom and cough as I open her medicine cabinet to take a few of her Alprazolam (XANAX) pills.

I would do this countless times, and surprisingly at some point, you make a choice about who you are and what you want in life.

I pretend to flush the toilet and I look at the picture in my mother's bathroom- it had my dad and my Mom on it on their wedding day.

I look at myself in the mirror washing my hands and putting on sunglasses to hide my pupils that are almost as big as my actual eye itself- I get out of the bathroom to go back into the kitchen

"alright, Jayda, let's roll." I say to my sister as she looks at me and frowns, probably these fucking sunglasses.

"y/n, did you eat breakfast?" Grace says, moving the phone away from her mouth. "I had coffee!" I yell out, opening the front door and making my way out.

Jayda and I begin to walk down the sidewalk, she turns her attention onto me and asks what's with the sunglasses.

"what sunglasses?" I say and chuckle, Jayda laughs with me.

We both make our way to the bus and wait for it to arrive, once it arrives we get on the bus and make our way to the back of the bus.

I guess... I showed up one day, without a map or a compass... Or to be honest, anyone capable of giving on iota of good fucking advice. And I know it all may seem sad, but guess what? I didn't build this system nor did I fuck it up.

I was sitting at a party, with a galaxy book to my knees and a line of cocaine, holding the perfectly rolled 5 dollar bill that had been rolled by some rando.

I snort the line of cocaine and immediately felt the pain in my nose, moving my hand up to my nose and applying pressure to where it is painful, making my breathing hitch, then speeding up my breathing in order to get rid of the pain.

My pupils immediately shot big, looking around—everything felt good, my mind at ease and nothing to worry about. I sit up with the most unreal experience, an out-of-body feeling as I struggle to get up.

"y/n, you good?" My friend Ellie attempts to hold my shoulders to steady me as I wobble slightly, I giggle and smile at her, escaping her grasp. "I'm good!"

I walk past people- everything is in slow motion, my body feels slow, my mind feels slow, and suddenly I no longer feel as high- I find another unknown substance and waste no time snorting it, sitting down on the couch.

I sat back up from the couch I was sitting at, getting offered yet another line of cocaine. I snort that cocaine as well, that leaves it hard for me to breathe, every time I take a breathe out. It feels like I'm breathing out all the oxygen I have.

And then it happens. That moment when your breath starts to slow, and every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have. And everything stops: your heart, your lungs, then finally your brain. Then everything you feel, and wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks. And then suddenly... You give it air again, give it life again, and that's what leaves you needing more.

I smile at the figure I see besides me, her face is blurred but she's speaking to me, I feel scared. "I want to call an ambulance" I say in my mind, "but I don't wanna ruin everyone's time"

"dude get her fucking legs" I hear muffled voices, slowly waking up. It was Ellie and Jesse dragging my body to Ellie's bed, after I had passed out on the couch at that random frat party-

I stand in a church with my hands behind my back, looking up at the ceiling waiting to graduate from rehab. Slowly making my way up the steps, I look at the lady and give her a smile and a nod before exiting the building.

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference." Echoing in my mind over and over again as I make my way to Ellie's car.

"Hey!" I see Ellie running up to me. I drop my bags as she pulls me into a tight hug. I smiled at her shoulder. She squeals, letting go of me and looking at my face, pulling a hair strand behind my ear.

"I've missed you," she admits. "I've missed you too."

"What about we go back to mine and we can watch a movie?" Ellie suggests that, honestly, I wanted to get home and get out to my fucking dealer. I never had intentions of staying clean, but she didn't need to know.

"Uh yeah, sure," I say, quickly breaking myself out of my own stance. She helps me with my bag, and she puts it in Joel's old, beat-up truck, and I get into the front seat. "Everyone's missed you, dude, Abby, Dina, Jesse, and Maddie. Fucking everyone, dude."

I chuckle.

I cuddle up with Ellie in her dad's garage as we watch Jurassic Park. I'm on top of her, listening to her breathing—she's relaxed; she's always around me.

I find myself nuzzling into her neck. She moves her head to the side, so you have better access to her neck. I softly kiss her neck; she's always so soft.

Her eyes flutter shut as I start to suck on her neck, her hands finding their way to my ass, slowly rocking me back and forth to grind on her. Ellie let out a choked moan as she felt my clothed cunt rub against her clit.

"Y/N, fuck," she moans. I smile against her neck and make my way to Ellie's lips.

I kiss her slowly, but Ellie starts to become desperate, whining into my mouth as I refuse to give her what she wants. I move my hand underneath her hoodie to find her tits; of course she's not wearing a fucking bra or shirt under her jumper. It's Ellie.

"Wait," I say, pulling down her pants and boxers in one go. I look at her swollen cunt, slowly moving my head downward to lick up her slit, making my way to her clit.

She bucks her hips up into my tongue, I moan into her cunt, and she tangles her hand in my hair, slightly tugging upwards, making me groan loudly.

"S-sh-it," her voice is choked. "Fuck, just like that," she moans, rolling her eyes back, her toes curling in her socks. "Hmm? Feel good, baby?" I say to her, slowly lifting my head up, abandoning her swollen cunt.

"Fucking don't," she threatened, and I chuckled. I push my middle finger into her soaking pussy as I attach back to her clitoral area; her breathing gets faster, and I feel her tighten around my fingers.

"F-FUCK!" She moans loudly, and I feel her pussy conract on my finger as she cums, her fingers tugging at my hair. "A bit loud, don't you think?" I tease after letting her ride out her orgasm, and I move up to kiss her sweaty forehead. "Shut up"

"got another in you?" I smirk, taking off my pants, t-shirt, and bra. Ellie takes off her jumper, leaving us both naked. I allow Ellie to get up and let her go on top of me.

Ellie aligns her clit up with mine and moans quickly, filling the room each time Ellie moves her hips. I start to dig your nails into Ellie's back, making her groan in pain.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ellie chants from the overstimulation. "C'mon, baby, I know—fuck, I know you can do it." I praise her as I feel a knot in my stomach, threatening to come undone.

Ellie moves her shoulder closer to my face. I take this as an opportunity to bite down on her shoulder, which makes her wince in pain.

"I'm going to fucking cum!" Ellie moans out. Hearing Ellie say this triggers my own orgasm, and we both cum together.

I sit up in bed watching Ellie sleep, and I take out my phone to look at the time.

4AM

"Fuck it," I think before opening Ellie's window slowly, climbing out her window, and making my way to my dealer's house.

"There's a new girl in town I think you're going to be friends with." I stand in front of my dealer, who's sitting down in his chair. "who?" I question.

"shit... I don't know, man. She came in yesterday lookin' all Sailor Moon and sh*t. I'm thinking to myself, "You look like somebody you would get along with."

"Ah, real nice, dude. Really nice, where's ash?"

"I thought you went to rehab?"

"Doesn't that mean I stayed sober?" I smiled, walking towards Ash's room with a smile. I opened his door to see him eating cereal. He puts down his bowl and looks at me.

"Shit, I thought your ass was dead."

"I thought you had Asperger's till I realized you're just a prick." I insult him. "This is a fickle industry. Y'all come and go." He chuckles.

I ask for what I want, and he hands it to me. "Sure, you don't want to try anything new?"

"Like, what?" I asked, pulling the hair out of my face.

"2-C-T-2, 2C-T-7, and 5-MeO-DIPT." "I have no idea what the fuck you just said, Ash."

"Doesn't matter, dude, this sh*t. Is fucking lit?" He holds up a bag with two unknown pills. "It's a fast-acting psychedelic. I have some similarities to LSD, but with, like, key differences. Not as visual and shit, but still a sense of distortion... I don't know what's been blowing up in Tampa, and mad people like to fuck on it."

"okay, yeah." I say, putting all the baggies in my pocket, "That'll be 120."

"Fez said he'd spot me."

"Fezco, don't spot anybody."

"Yeah, well, it's a post-rehab discount, so you should ask him." I say, pointing the middle finger at him, opening his door, and leaving.

"Do you think my areolas look weird?" Dina says to Abby, "What the fuck, no?"

"Just the edges."

"Dina, they're fine," Abby says, taking a puff of the weed Cassie gives her.

"Fine, like, they're weird, kind of weird, or fine, like, nobody but me would ever notice what I would notice?"

"Fine, like, shut the fuck up, Dina," Cassie says, sitting up, grabbing her vape, and taking a puff. Dina scoffs, pulling up her t-shirt to cover her boobs.

"Hey ladies!" Jesse walks in. "Hey baby," Dina squeals, running to Jesse and hugging him. Abby cringes.

"Straight people, ew," she thinks to herself, looking at her phone. "Yo, you got out of rehab."

"Didn't she die?" Dina asks, and Abby shrugs.

"Yeah, I swear she died. I don't know, is Ellie coming to the party?" Jesse questions, to which Dina nods.

I get off my bike at home, slightly drugged up from the drugs I took earlier.

I walk into the house, softly shutting the door.

"Where were you?" My mother says, sitting at the table, Why the fuck is she up at 6 a.m.? You thought to yourself: "I went to eat," I lie. "What the fuck do you mean, you went to eat?"

"what?"

"what?" She mocks, "Don't walk away from me." She sits up from her seat, walking towards me as I walk towards my room. "You know what, y/n? I don't trust you."

"I don't know what you want me to say." It's true; I didn't know why she wanted me to say it. "I want you to tell me where you were," she says, walking quickly as I walk to my room.

"I just said I went to fucking eat!" I yell at her, "Don't you talk to me like that!" Grace says as I slam the door on her face. "Don't be slamming my doors around here."

"It was a fucking accident!" I yell out, holding my body in front of the door. "I don't care. You're not leaving this house until you take a drug test."

"I just peed!" I yell out, "Slam another door."

"Shit," I say, making my way to my bed, not knowing what to do. Every option I could do is unsafe as fuck.

Niacin, maybe. I don't know fuck, I think to myself, putting out my phone to look at the side effects.

Google

Side effects: skin flushing, extreme dizziness, vomiting, rapid heartbeat, and sometimes death.

Fuck, I can't.

"No drug site recommends doing this" I whisper to myself.

The other option is to get a non drug-addicted friend to do it for me.

About 20 minutes later, I show up at Dina's door, knocking.

"y/n!" Dina says, opening the door, smiling and hugging me, "I thought you died."

I laugh. "Can you do me a favor?" Uhm, I'm serious, bro."

"Sure, what is it, y/n?"

"Can you, uh, piss in this cup for me?" I whisper to her . "You're fucking with me, right?" She responds back, and I laugh and shrug.

Dina agrees to do it, and I enter her house to see Jesse and Abby.

"Sup Jesse," I say, fist bumping Jesse, then Abby.

"We thought you fucking died, bro. How was rehab?" Jesse says it with a genuine tone. "Yeah, it was good." I turn to Abby and ask, "How's football going?"

"Yeah, good. Thanks, uh, are you coming to that party tonight?" Abby asks, "Uhm, yeah, maybe."

"y/n" Dina grabs your attention, you move away from Jesse and Abby, and she swiftly hands you the bottle. "Here's that eyeliner."

"thank you"

I quietly climb through my window, grabbing my baggie of crushed cocaine, tipping some out onto my shelf, grabbing my 5 dollar note, rolling it up, and snorting a line.

"Argh," I groan, feeling it hit my nose. The same pain I've always experienced with snorting was still there—just muffled out. By this point, my nose was completely fucked, and I could hear the sound of the drugs eating away at my nose.

"Mom! I have to pee."

"I wish we could do this in a way that wasn't a complete invasion of my privacy." I say, cup in hand, struggling not to smile at her due to the drugs I had taken earlier on.

"Well, you lost your right to privacy after your overdose," your mom says, staring at you in the eyes.

"That was an accident." I smartly talk back, "Don't be flippy, y/n."

"Could you, at least?" Your mom turns around and says, "Thank you."

I sit down, and before "peeing" in the cup, I swiftly change it with Dina's urine as she talks. I wasn't listening to whatever the fuck she was saying... I was high as fuck, and I didn't care.

I gave her the urine sample, and she put the drug test in the container, and all of them came out negative. "I'm sorry for slamming the door earlier."

"it's okay. I forgive you. Come here." My mom says, pulling me in for a hug.

I guess... Like I said before, you get to choose who you want to be and how you want to be- the way the drugs cancelled out all my emotions was what I was looking for, no person, no nothing could compare to that feeling. Besides from drugs.

"I'm gonna stay at Dina's tonight" i say to which she agrees.

It's now 7PM, I don't know how the day went by so fast- but it did and it fucking sucked. I get a text from Ellie.

Ellie: Yo, noticed you left this morning you okay?

Me: yeah, I'm good bro. You alg?

Ellie: yep! Wanna come over tonight? Dont have to if you wanna go to the party instead

Me: I'll come over around like 11?

I find myself making my way to the party that Jesse, Dina, and Abby are going to.

Jesse and Dina have fucked off somewhere else, probably making out or fucking, and you find yourself next to Abby.

"How was rehab, y/n?" She says, breaking the tension, although I can barely hear her over the music, "Yeah, it was good!" I yell over the music.

I stand up, looking for the bathroom in an attempt to snort more, but people were already in the bathroom. "Shit," I think to myself, not paying attention to where I'm walking, accidentally bumping into this lady.

"fuck!" I yell. Looking at her, she looks like the girl Faz mentioned. "Hey, sorry." I retrace my steps.

"You're good; I'm, uh, I'm Jules," she says, and I smile, holding out my hand to shake hers. She accepts and shakes my hand.

She's got one of the most beautiful smiles you have ever seen; her smile is so bright it could light up an entire dark room, filled with nothing but sadness.

"I'm y/n" I introduce myself, to which we exchange numbers, and I make my way to Ellie's place, feeling overwhelmed from the party.

I knock on her door for Joel to answer; my pupils are dilated, and obviously I've taken some sort of drug.

"y/n... Hey, Ellie's in her room." I smile stupidly. These fucking drugs, man, I can't stop smiling . I swiftly walk past Joel and see Ellie. I smile at her, and she smiles back. "Dude, are you high?" She scoffs, "I thought... I thought you quit."

"I'm not high, Ellie, mania." I giggle; she obviously doesn't want to assume, so she wants to give me the benefit of the doubt.

"Are you coming back to college this month?" She questions. "Yeah, probably." The truth was, I didn't want to. But I knew I probably had to.

I shall leave it at this due to how many words, etc. and idk if people will like this 😭😭

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