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hobivore · 2 years

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FNISS

fniss, noun; giggle

↠ PAIRING: KSJ x reader (m)

↠ WORDS: 1.3K

↠ GENRE: smöt smut

↠ RATING: explicit (18+)

↠ SYNOPSIS: You and Jin go to IKEA. Chaos ensues.

↠ WARNINGS: pwp, terrible puns, semi-public sex, oral sex

↠ A/N: This one’s written for the wonderful @hesperantha whom I drew in our possumversary fic exchange. Max, thank you for being my friend and an all-around awesome person and talented writer. This one’s for you, I hope you’ll like it! & many thanks to the equally wonderful @wwilloww for beta reading this piece.

P.S. yes, fniss means giggle in Swedish, and yes, it’s also the name of a trash can at IKEA. Enjoy!

“Seokjin Kim, I will not hesitate to kill you—”

Jin sighs, melodramatic. “Now you’re the one regretting our relationship? All I wanted was one nightstand.”

You squint at him, following his gaze resting on the small HEMNES cabinet in front of you, before rolling your eyes so hard you’re worried they might fall out of their sockets. “Just—argh,” you throw your hands up, defeated. The sound of his wheezing fills the showroom. “It’s too early for this shit.”

“It’s never too early for Swedish meatballs!” Jin beams. “Or do you prefer Korean b—”

“Do not finish that sentence,” you huff, quickening your pace as you push the cart into an area filled with meticulously designed kitchens neatly slotted into little cubicles. Thin walls separate them, the variety of wallpaper alone almost overwhelming. Minimalistic Scandinavian design, clean and white; rustic, earthy green tones; dark wood to match the cabinets and large ceiling lights.

“Wait!” Jin jogs after you, catching up with long strides, and you turn around. “Don’t be so in—” he holds up a wok, TOLERANT written in bold uppercase on the label, the pan already shaking with his barely contained laughter.

You rub a hand down your face. It’s 10:34 a.m. and you’ve been stuck in this maze formally referred to as IKEA for nearly twenty minutes now. Twenty slow, torturous minutes filled with bad puns and the unfortunate butchering of the Swedish language.

It doesn’t help that you snoozed a few times too many this morning, skipped breakfast, and had to drive through traffic with a way too upbeat and basically vibrating Jin in the passenger seat.

It’s always those fucking early birds.

For what it’s worth, this early on a Tuesday there’s almost no one in the building to witness your sulking. And Jin, always attentive, had grabbed you a coffee while you were getting a cart. It’d tasted like ass—not the good kind—and paper, but you’d figured you needed every milligram of caffeine you could get if you were to survive the next hour. Or, worst case scenario: next couple hours.

Normally you would go to IKEA on your own and head straight for whatever items you need while ignoring the rest, load them into your car and leave. But you can’t lift three wardrobes by yourself, so you’d asked Jin to tag along. Something you’re starting to regret more and more since he’d insisted on walking the full route instead of skipping the showrooms.

“Okay, fine. No more puns.” Jin puts the wok back on the rack. “Do you want to hear an IKEA joke instead?”

You sigh, knowing resistance is futile, your answer more for show than anything of substance. “What makes you think I want to hear an IKEA joke? No. I don’t.”

“You’re right.” He grins, bright, as he continues: “Because you’ll have to make it yourself.”

“Jin, please,” you groan, while suppressing a smile at his infectious laughter. You can’t give in or else you’ll be stuck in here until next week. “Focus. Three wardrobes. In and out. That’s it.”

“Alright, alright,” he pulls you in and kisses your temple. “The wardrobes. No fun.” He traces down your face before his soft lips settle along your jaw. You shiver as his hands come to rest on your lower back, fingers slipping underneath your hoodie, heated against your bare skin.

“Exactly. IKEA isn’t fun. Sleeping is fun. Eating is fun. Sex is fun—”

You cut yourself off as he pulls back all of a sudden, expression quickly changing when the proverbial light bulb turns on inside his head. “No—” you hastily add, floundering, but this time he’s faster.

“We can make IKEA fun,” he interrupts, face inches from yours, eyes focused on your lips. You’re suddenly too aware of his chest pressed against your own and the way his hands rub small circles into your hips, his thumbs dipping below the waistband of your jeans.

He’s close enough for your noses to touch now, and you tilt your head, anticipation forming a tight knot in your chest—

You let out a surprised yelp when he grabs your hand and whirls you behind a kitchen island in one of the small decor kitchens. “Good sir,” he sinks to his knees, looking up at you. “May I offer you a blöwjöb?”

“Jin—” you hiss, both a warning and a plea, watching as his fingers find their way to your belt buckle, coming to rest there, waiting for your permission.

You glance around the tiny cubicle: the unfamiliar yet familiar furniture, the empty showroom to your right, Jin’s kneeling figure hidden behind the kitchen island. He looks so soft and cosy in his woollen oversized sweater that you have half a mind to kiss him—previous responsibilities and inhibitions long forgotten and replaced by a burning need to hold him close. The promise of what his smart mouth can do is the only thing stopping you from hoisting him up and bending him over the kitchen counter.

“Jesus—fuck, okay. You’re insane.”

He has the audacity to wink at you before making quick work of your belt and taking your already hardening cock into his mouth, the plush of his lips soft against your skin.

You kick your head back and swallow a moan, a hand coming up to steady yourself against the kitchen island. Through heavy-lidded eyes you watch him, brushing his hair—it’s getting longer again, you notice absentmindedly—out of his eyes with your other hand.

He’s showing off now, a slow drag of his tongue along your shaft, explicit, purely for his own twisted entertainment—small kitten-licks at the sensitive head, savouring the precum with closed eyes, until your hand tightens into his hair, your hips bucking of their own volition. “Ah—shit, sorry, can I move?”

“Hmm,” he hums, “be quick. In and out. That’s it.” He winks again. “You know I won’t vomit on your dick.”

You snort, a hand traversing down his jaw, feeling it slacken as he takes you deeper, drooling. It’s wet, it’s messy, and it’s entirely too loud for the place you’re in. It only serves to fuel your arousal, desperate to be faster; harsh snaps of your hips, chasing your high before anyone can catch you in the act.

It’s clumsy, overeager, your cock slipping out of his mouth a few times at a particularly unrestrained thrust, hitting him on the cheek. The soft sound of his giggles nestles itself in the space behind your breastbone, filling it with a warmth that radiates outwards until it infuses your entire body.

“You’re so good for me, baby, fuck—” your hand is loosely wrapped around his throat now, feeling the outline of your cock pressing into your palm, your head spinning as he swallows around you. The movement of his arm catches your eye and you follow it down to where he’s palming himself over his jeans, his hand splayed over his straining bulge.

“Are you touching yourself?” you ask. He acknowledges your words by sliding his other hand to the back of your thigh, urging you on. You have to close your eyes for a moment, the image of him on his knees, greedy like this, all for you, becoming too overwhelming.

“Do you wish it was me touching you instead? Slip my hand into your pants, make you come all over my face, make you lick it off—”

He finally moans at that, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine, balls tightening as your cock grows impossibly harder. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back your own choked-off whimpers, desperation clear in every jittery stutter of your hips.

When you come it’s with a soft sob, the syllable of his name rolling around your mouth as you spill down his throat and he swallows every drop.

Jin rises to his feet, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “Three wardrobes, no puns, I get to fuck you when we’re home. Deal?”

“Shut up, you idiot.” You plant a kiss on his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue as you linger there for a moment before leaning back and pointing at the storage cabinet against the wall. “You’re the BESTÅ.” You kiss him again. “And yes, you can fuck me. Let’s go.”

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sunshineandaisies · 3 years

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Play Nurse

Part Six of the Neighborly Affection Series

Words: 968

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: language, sexual suggestions

Note: So if you recognize this from like 4-5 years ago, it’s because this is a repost from my old account (caps-best-girl) that I’ve since deactivated. There are 12 parts to this in total that I’ll be editing and reposting throughout the week.

You wiped at your running nose again, sniffling to keep the snot from leaking onto your face. “I told you, Wanda. I’m fine,” you repeated into the phone for the third time. “It’s just a little cold.”

“Just a little cold my ass. You ditched me on movie night. You never miss movie night,” she argued. You could hear someone speaking in the background, and you assumed it was Pietro. “Even my brother says you sound awful.”

“Am I on speaker?”

“Hey, Y/N!” you heard Pietro shout. “You sound like shit!”

“Listen, I’ll be over in like an hour okay. I’ll bring some soup and we can sit on your couch and watch movies until you pass out,” she offered. “It’ll be just like movie night, but not on movie night.”

You sighed, knowing that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “I’m not even going to fight you on this.”

“You learn quickly, young grasshopper,” she commented, giggling. “Okay, see you soon.” You heard her shout, “Pietro! What the hell are you doing?” just before the line went dead. You snorted in laughter and shook your head before setting the phone down on the couch beside you, flipping through channels absent-mindedly.

You eventually settled on a cheesy made-for-TV movie, and you curled up on the couch, thick blanket draped over your shivering form to combat the chills. You were halfway through the movie when your heard a key jiggle in the door before the lock was turned and the door was swinging open. A singsong voice greeted, “Honey, I’m home,” and you instantly whipped around to stare at the person with wide eyes.

“How the hell did you get in here?” you asked as James shut the door behind him.

“With my key,” he answered, holding up the tiny silver key to show you.

“How the hell did you get a key to my apartment?” you asked, even more confused than before. “I don’t remember giving you a key. Did I give you a key the night of my birthday? I swear, I didn’t drink that much. You would think I would remember if I had given you a key to my damn apartment or not.” You pressed two fingers to your temple. “What the hell is going on?”

He smirked as he replied, “Nice to know you’re still rambling in your condition.”

“My condition?” you asked, hoping he would elaborate. He didn’t. He just stared blankly at you while he took his jacket off and sling it around the back of the chair. “Why are you here, James?”

“Wanda called. She said something about having to bail her brother out…”

“Of jail?” you interrupted. It was Pietro, so it was highly possible. He was unpredictable, and that was putting it lightly.

James shrugged. “She didn’t really say. She just asked if I could play nurse for you tonight. At first I thought she meant something else, but I’m cool with this, too.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the TV. “Aren’t you worried you’re going to get sick?”

“Nope. I don’t get sick.” The sound of clattering pots and pans pulled your attention back to him, and you turned to see him rummaging around in your cabinets. “Where the hell are your saucepans?”

“Why?”

“I’m making you soup.”

You sighed and stood from the couch to help him. You quickly found what he needed and set in on the counter in front of him. “I feel disgusting, so I’m going to take a bath. Make yourself at home.” You glanced at his stuff lying around your living space. “Or you know, more at home than you already did.”

You disappeared into your bathroom and quickly filled the tub with steaming water. The water felt nice as you eased yourself into the tub, letting the steam clear your airways and the heat relax your muscles. A soft layer of bubbles floated on the top of the water, and you closed your eyes, feeling better than you had in three days.

You were so wrapped up in your relaxation that you hadn’t even noticed James slip into the bathroom and sit on the lidded toilet beside the tub. “Soup’s done doll,” he said, startling you. Your eyes flew open at the sound of his voice so close to you – so close to a very naked you – and you drew your knees close to your chest, wrapping your arms tightly around them.

“What the hell, James? I’m naked!” you cried, and despite the heat of the water you could still feel the heat of your cheeks flushing.

He smirked, glancing down at the bubbles that concealed your body from his view. “Oh, trust me. I know.” He sipped some of the chicken broth from the spoon before adding, “You know, I could always join you. They say sex helps you get over a cold faster. It clears the sinuses.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Neighbors don’t have sex, James.”

“Sure they do,” he countered. “Neighbors have sex all the time.” He filled the spoon with more broth and held it out for you. “Come on, Y/N. Open up for the airplane.” He mimicked the sounds of an airplane as the spoon edged closer and closer to you.

“I’m not a child.”

“Just open your damn mouth, Y/N.” You did as you were told, and you sighed happily at the warmth of the soup trickling down your throat. “See. With Nurse Barnes on the case, you’ll be better in no time, with or without the sex.”

He was right. You were better in two days. He, however, came down with a cold and constantly reminded you in his temporary nasally voice, “Sex really helps clear the sinuses, Y/N.”

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smutbymia · 4 years

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Can I request a CEO!Jaehyun x reader where he and his introvert wife go out to a meeting and he has the habit of stroke reader's belly, because he has impreg!kink, so this time someone take a pic of them and post it and everyone thinks she's pregnant, and after this he gets more excited to get her pregnant so they ends up making love(soft and slow)? (Could you write the smut part without loud moans/screams, please?)

oh wow this is a really detailed request! Love that.

Your car door swung open as a suited man held out his hand to guide you out onto the red carpet. He gave you a polite bow and you did the same once you were stood outside the vehicle, as you awaited your husband who had exited from the other side.

“Mr. & Mrs. Jeong, welcome,” said the suited man as he bowed once more. Your husband greeted him humbly as he held out his arm for you to take.

It was an important night for Jaehyun. He had built his tech company from the ground up and had worked tirelessly to create the newest smartphone model that was due to be released in the next coming weeks during the grand opening of the company’s flagship store in Seoul.

Usually you weren’t one to attend such events, opting instead to remain out of the spotlight and enjoying your life as privately as possible but Jaehyun had made it clear that he needed you by his side for such a significant milestone.

The initial press conference had gone well. You stood proudly by your husbands side as he addressed press personnel, and the general public. As usual, he spoke with confidence and an incredible amount of intelligence as he captivated the room with his innovative ideas and it only increased the anticipation for the grand opening of the store as details from the conference began trending across all social media platforms.

As proud as you were, you were happy when it was over — though the night was still only beginning. You still needed to attend the after party but at least press were not invited. Being in such populated spaces already made you feel a bit uneasy but a bit of that ease subsided when you found out that you wouldn’t have to worry about cameras being shoved in your face all night once you made it through this red carpet.

You squeezed your husbands arm as you made your way over to the cameras. “Just a little longer, baby,” he reassured you as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. You stood closely, shifting here and there to capture a series of poses as photographers yelled for you to look in every direction possible. Jaehyun roped his arm around your waist holding you closely as he stood proudly. You locked eyes briefly as you shared small smiles with each other. He dropped a kiss to your cheek as the cameras captured every moment, frame by frame.

Eventually he tugged you along the carpet and into the venue. You let out a breath of relief, glad to be out of the spotlight once more. Just a little longer and you’d be back home with the love of your life as always, you thought to yourself. There was no need for you to stay too long anyway. Everyone knew these parties were more for the enjoyment of staff and investors — essentially a way to thank everyone for their contributions to the project.

You clung to Jaehyun as he made his rounds, greeting his colleagues and thanking everyone for their hard work. You slipped into casual conversation with a few of the other wives you had met in passing as they bombarded you with compliments on the black velvet vintage Mugler gown you wore. You were glad to get a moment alone as you and Jaehyun stopped for drinks by the open bar.

“Thank you for coming,” he said as he twirled the glass of alcohol around in his hand. “And this dress... the things it makes me want to do to you,” he groaned under his breath as he reached out to run his free over your waist before letting it fall on your stomach, which he rubbed in slow circles.

You met his gaze lovingly, knowing very well what he was trying to say. Jaehyun could never shut up about getting you pregnant. The idea alone of you carrying life inside of you was enough to turn him on and he always found himself aimlessly rubbing your belly, certainly dreaming of the day he could feel his own child in there.

You giggled as you leaned in for a deep kiss, brushing your lips against his as his hand grazed your cheek. “Lets get out here,” he murmured after breaking the kiss and roping his fingers through yours as he weaved through the guests, saying his goodbyes and urging them to enjoy the rest of the night.

You exited through a discrete area where your driver awaited you both with your car. You and Jaehyun slipped into the backseat, cozied up together as your chauffeur weaved through the streets of the city to bring you home. For the first little while you just enjoyed eachothers company, exchanging kisses and suggestive touches, before Jaehyuns phone began blowing up with notification after notification.

“Shit...” he mumbled. You immediately reached out to take the phone from his hand to see what the commotion was about when you saw the headline:

“Billion Dollar Baby?” you gasped. Underneath was a video of Jaehyun rubbing your tummy before you both smiled at eachother and leaned in for a kiss. Someone had clearly sneakily taken it and sold it off to the press with some sort of fake story to go with it.

“It looks like Jaehyun has created something much more valuable than the newest device as he is spotted cozied up with his wife at tonight’s after party. Sources say he payed lots of attention to her not-yet visible baby bump as the couple cooed about new beginnings before sharing a sweet kiss,” Jaehyun read.

Your draw dropped. Jaehyun switched to his SNS which were overflowing with reposts of the photos and videos of you two along with comments from followers.

You pulled up to your house and you exited the vehicle. Jaehyun still was scrolling obsessively through his phone, replaying the content over and over again as you made your way inside.

“Jaehyun, don’t be upset —“ you tried to comfort him.

“Upset?” he began, “Are you kidding me?”

You looked up at him with a puzzled expression before he pulled you towards him. Pressing his body and his rock hard erection against you. He dropped a wet kiss on your lip as he buried his tongue in your mouth, swirling it all around inside. His fingers roped through you hair as he circled his hips forward.

He pulled back as he drew your face close to look you in the eye. “Jaehyun, they all think that I’m—“ you began, and stopped as you felt his dick twitch against your stomach before you could finish your sentence.

“Fuck... yes, baby. They think I’ve put a baby inside of you. And now it’s all I can think about too,” he groaned as he drew you up the staircase of your home after taking your hand in his.

When you arrived to your bedroom, Jaehyun wasted no time. He dragged you in front of the full length mirror you had, standing you infront of it as he stood behind you. He unzipped the back of your dress, while locking eyes with you through the reflection of the mirror. You both watched as the material cascaded to the floor, leaving you in just your high heels and a thong.

He ran his hands over your body, settling once more on your stomach. “Just imagine it, babe. I know you’d be the best mom,” he sighed, “The most beautiful, too...”

His hand trailed down your body, rubbing you through the think layer of cotton that covered your heat. You let out a soft moan as he rubbed softly against your clit, getting you wet for him. He trailed kisses down your neck as his free hand continued to massage at your tummy, watching you intently through the mirror.

“In that case, I’m ready,” you moaned. “Hmm?” he asked as he continue to lick at the flesh of your neck. “I want a baby, Jaehyun,” you said. He stilled before spinning you around to face him.

“Y/n...” he began as he searched your eyes for answers. “Please, i-i really do want to be pregnant,” you pleaded. You watched as his eyes went soft before Jaehyun began stepping backwards, taking you with him until he landed on your four poster bed.

You were both finally stripped naked when he continued planting kisses down your body, stopping to run his tongue over each of your nipples as you writhed beneath him. He kissed his way down the center of your chest before stopping at your tummy, planting extra kisses all over it too. “I’m going to fill you up,” he mumbled against the flesh, making you tingle in all the right places as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Soon he had made his way down to your center, licking long strips down your slit as he ran his tongue between your folds. You whimpered quietly as he ate you out sensually — taking his time to really make you feel good. He pulled your clit into his mouth as he suckled at the flesh before stopping to flick his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You gripped his face as he burried himself in between your legs before slipping in a finger to pump at your dripping hole. The sweet sounds of your wetness filled the room as you pinned your bottom lip between your teeth to refrain from making too much noise.

“Good, now you’re nice and ready for me,” Jaehyun mumbled, dipping his tongue into your entrance as he continued to slip his fingers in and out of you at the same time, tasting your juices. He lifted himself back up over you as he spread your legs apart, preparing to take you the old fashioned way — in the missionary position.

He sat between your legs as he pumped at his length, biting at his lip as he watched himself grow between the palm of his hand. He met your gaze as you watched him jerk himself off. Jaehyun was so beautiful. Like a work of art. He knew how much you loved to watch him touch himself. It was like having your own private show. You breathed heavily as you drifted your eyes all over the muscles of his body and the veins in his forearm that became more prominent as his grip around himself tightened.

You reached up to palm at your own breasts and roll your nipples between your fingers as you grew restless watching him get off in front of you. He moaned softly as he looked down at you just as you ran a hand down your body and in between your legs to rub at your own clit, spreading your legs wider for him. Jaehyun reached out to grab at your thigh as he furiously pumped away at his length.

“I can’t wait to see your stomach grow bigger and bigger,” he grunted in a near whisper. You moaned quietly as you watched him near his peak just as he positioned himself at your entrance. You continued rubbing circles on your clit as he began to slide into you slowly. “I’m going to give you all of my cum, baby,” he murmured under his breath as he took his time burying his entire length into your dripping core. You groaned softly as you relaxed around him, reaching your arm out to drag his body down towards yours so he was laying flat against your chest with your faces only centimetres a part.

Jaehyun locked eyes with you as he held you tightly in his arms, thrusting in and out of you at a slow yet torturous pace. A pace so slow forced you to feel and savour every last bit of his length while hitting the spots that made your legs shake around him. He let out breathy moans while he cursed under his breath, eyes still very much focused on yours.

He began to quicken his pace more, this time grinding his hips in circles as he massaged the deepest most delicate parts of your insides. “I hope this baby has your beautiful smile,” he muttered as he dropped down to give you a kiss, “and daddy’s dimples?” you asked innocently.

Jaehyun grunted. “Fuck, did you just call me—“ he began before you cut him off. “Daddy, I’m so close,” you cooed as your eyes fell closed. You could feel the orgasm building in your stomach and hearing those words leave your mouth sent Jaehyun over the edge as he snapped his hips against your center, before they began to jerk. He leaned up a bit to push his hand down on your stomach, feeling himself slide in and out of you. Your orgasm hit a moment later as the pressure became overwhelming. He reached under you to hold your hips up as he continued to thrust himself between your contracting walls, finally beginning to ejaculate.

“Y-yes, daddy. I want all of it,” you cooed as you gripped at his jerking hips. Jaehyun cursed under his breath as he thrusted into you one last time, holding his hips in place with himself fully inserted into your hole as spurts of cum coated your insides. “T-there’s so much,” he grunted as he squeezed his eyes shut, slowly circling his hips as he emptied himself into you.

He layed back down overtop of your body as he remained still inside of you. He planted kisses all over your face before drawing your lips to his as he swirled his tongue into your mouth — showering you with every ounce of affection he had.

You felt him finally go soft inside of you, as you pulled away from the kiss, giggling. “Baby, what are you doing?” you whispered softly. “Hmm?” he hummed as he continued to drop soft pecks over your face.

“Aren’t you going to come out now?” you asked as you wiggled your hips a little bit, smiling up at him as he hovered over you. You watched him bite on his lip as he returned your smile, circling his hips teasingly to mimic your motions before he spoke again.

“We should stay like this for a little while. Just to be sure,” he said sweetly as he nuzzled his head into the side of your neck, pulling the thick comforter from your bed over the two of you. “You’re too cute,” you praised as you felt your hearts race against one another.

You stayed tangled in eachothers arms, cockwarming, as Jaehyun yawned. It had been a long night and he seemed to be dozing off to sleep. “I can’t wait,” he mumbled as you watched his eyes flutter closed, terribly close to losing consciousnesss. “Can’t wait for what?” you asked softly as you pet the top of his head with one hand and ran your fingers in circles on his back with the other.

He muttered his final words to you before drifting off into a deep sleep, still buried inside of you. “To finally be a dad.”

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fandom-collective-writers · 4 years

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Vanilla Sweetened (Napoleon Bonaparte x MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x MC

Prompt: Ice cream

Warning: Smut!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1,895

Requested by: anonymous

Written by: @lordsisterxotome (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

Other notes: Wanted to get this out in time for his birthday, but it ended up being a few days late anyway. There aren’t enough hours in the day!!

Speechless, breathless, way too hot - that was how she felt right now as her lover licked up the side of her hand, collecting the sweet, melted cream dripping down it on his tongue.

Heated green eyes bored into her as Napoleon hummed, licking his lips. He silently challenged her to make the next move, the white tips of his hair brushing beautifully flushed cheeks, but she was still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. One second she’d been making ice cream, thinking it would be a nice treat for the residents of the mansion considering the summer heat, and the next second her lover’s mouth had been all over her vanilla-sweetened fingers.

After spending most of the day boiling and whipping and freezing, MC had thought to try some of the ice cream before giving it to the others, scooping two perfect curls of the cold confection into a bowl. As she did, she’d managed to get some of it on her hand and it quickly melted against the warmth of her skin. It just so happened that at that perfect moment, Napoleon had walked into the kitchen to the sight of her hand covered in creamy white, and after a second of surprise, he’d grabbed her hand, intent on cleaning her up and making her even dirtier in the process.

“N-Napoleon,” she stuttered, her cheeks hot. “W-What are you…?”

“Tastes good,” he replied, the tip of her index finger still resting against his lips. “Is there more?”

“Yes?” She didn’t quite know what she was agreeing to.

“Bring some to my room,” he said, punctuating the command with a nip to her fingertip. There was something mischievous in his gaze, set aflame by desire, and she suddenly lost the ability to form coherent words, nodding eagerly instead. With a smirk he swept out of the kitchen, leaving her heart tugging after him.

Her legs suddenly felt so weak, and she almost dropped all her hard work on the floor as she put the container of ice cream away and grabbed up the bowl she’d made. MC had to keep herself from running to Napoleon’s room, barely watching where she was going as thoughts of what was about to happen swirled through her mind in vibrant images that brought a welcome heat to her cheeks.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she placed her hand on the doorknob and pushed it open, her heart thumping in her ears. She’d barely walked across the threshold before a familiar grasp snatched her up, setting the bowl in her hands aside before pinning her against the wall in a storm of hot lips and wandering hands.

Napoleon was already half undressed, his shirt and jacket discarded in a heap on the floor, and his hands made quick work of her blouse, nearly popping the buttons in his haste to expose her clothed breasts. A knee parted her legs, hiking her skirt up, and she cried out as his thigh ground against her covered core, her hips rolling down to meet that delicious friction.

“N...ahh…” MC squeaked as he pulled the top of her corset down, breasts spilling into his waiting palms. “Napoleon...I need more…”

His mouth silenced her mewls, his tongue dominating her own in a messy, vaguely sweet battle. The suffocating squeeze of the corset disappeared as he tugged the ribbons and clasps loose, growling into her mouth with the distinct sound of fabric tearing when he encountered a particularly stiff button. She yelped when his hands wrapped around the backs of her thighs and hoisted her legs around his waist, the bulge in his pants rubbing her through her soaked panties as he humped her.

The tips of his fangs scraped over her pulse point, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body, but even then it wasn’t enough, or at least not in the way MC wanted it right now. If she didn’t slow things down, he was going to take her right there against the door...not that that would be necessarily bad, but she wanted to taste him first, wanted to see him writhe with pleasure under her touch before he bestowed that same pleasure on her.

“Get on the bed,” she murmured against his ear, slipping one hand between their rolling bodies to palm his aching erection. Napoleon bucked against her hand, a feral glint in his glittering eyes, but did as told, setting her down to stalk away.

Undoing the buttons of her skirt, she pulled it and her ruined panties down her legs, leaving her completely bare to her lover’s hungry gaze. The tent in his pants looked painful as she swished towards him, breasts swinging as she climbed onto the bed to kneel on all fours between his legs. Stroking one hand over his abs, she drew a deep groan from her lover when she squeezed his bulge. “Stop teasing, nunuche.”

MC just smiled innocently, nuzzling him through his pants. “What if I want to keep going?” He growled at her mischief, but her grin just widened. “I promise you’ll enjoy it. Please?” Another squeeze convinced him, gritting his jaw as he fisted the sheets.

“Fine...ha!...You win...Just...touch me already!”

Giggling, she reached for his belt, freeing him from the rest of his clothing with a few awkward shuffles. Napoleon growled impatiently when she took a moment to admire him, all toned thighs and carved muscle and the swollen length pulsing between his legs, and finally relented in her teasing touches before he decided to take matters into his own hands and bend her over his lap.

Biting her lip, she reached for the erection begging for her attention, feeling him tense as she swirled precum around the engorged head with her thumb. Her hand looked so small wrapped around him, the velvety skin hot and throbbing against her palm as she stroked him a couple of times, and she grew bolder as his abdominals tensed. His moans escalated as she squeezed him tighter and his hands fisted in her hair with a muffled groan of “God!” when she took him into her mouth, sucking softly.

Her other hand cupped his balls, fondling them, and she nearly gagged as his hips bucked, forcing her to take more of him into her mouth. His gaze pierced hers as MC peered up at him through her lashes, her tongue lapping at the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, and she moaned at his taste, feeling him gasp as he watched himself disappear between her lips.

“Harder!” Napoleon grunted, his head tilting back against the pillows beautifully as she did as he asked. “Yes - ngh! - just like that! Don’t stop...my good girl...sucking me off so perfectly...making me feel so good…” His words encouraged her to move faster, hollowing her cheeks, as his hands tightened in her hair, signaling his impending climax. “If you keep - shit! - doing that, I’m going to - anhg!” He didn’t get to finish his sentence, his release triggered with a particularly hard squeeze of her hand, and she found herself yanked off of his cock to have her breasts warmed with his cum.

The sight of him lost in the throes of pleasure, flushed and moaning as his body spasmed in release, made MC whimper, her thighs clenching around a powerful wave of arousal. So busy admiring him, she didn’t realize Napoleon was staring at her until he lunged forward to grab her, switching their positions.

The sheets were warm against her back as she squeaked, her lover parting from her for the time it took to grab the almost forgotten bowl of ice cream from his desk. It had mostly melted by now, forming a thick, liquid puddle in the bowl, but he seemed to think it was perfect, picking it up and it swirling it around before turning his attention back to her. She had an idea of what was about to happen next, but she still gasped when the cold treat hit her skin, drizzled along her breasts and stomach and dripping over her curves.

Dipping his finger into what was left in the bowl, he smeared it over her lips. In a flare of playfulness, she caught the digit between her lips, running her tongue across the underside of his finger in an imitation of how she’d moved it along his cock moments before. The lust in his eyes burned in response, ready to consume her, and a string of saliva connected her lips and the tip of his finger when he finally pulled it away.

“Mind if I have a taste too?” he husked, and MC tilted her head to the side, baring her neck in submission even as a mischievous smile beckoned him to claim his treat for getting her all hot and bothered.

“I’m all yours~”

Climbing over her, his tongue started at her navel, licking up the ice cream in long, thorough strokes before the hot appendage caressed the underside of her breast. She mewled and sighed as he teased the skin, leaving not a single inch unloved by his hot mouth, and her arms wrapped around his neck, urging him towards her nipple. Her soft moans filled the heated air, unabashed, as he took the hardened peak into his mouth, licking and sucking the vanilla sweetened nub like candy. Napoleon paid the same attention to the other breast until he had licked up all of the sugary treat, leaving her skin faintly sweet.

Hands gently parted her legs wider, and for a moment she thought he was going to finish what he’d started against the door earlier, but instead he moved lower, resting her legs over his shoulders. A scream of his name tore from her trembling form when his mouth met her core, his moans vibrating against her clit as he drank deep of the wetness spilling from her, and her hands clutched at the sheets, searching for some sort of stability from the sudden stimulation.

His tongue was relentless, diving inside of her in ways that made her back arch and stars dot her vision. MC nearly came when his fingers dipped inside of her without warning, and it wasn’t long before she couldn’t decipher between his tongue, teeth, and fingers, on her clit, grabbing her ass, reaching so deep inside of her until it all became too much. A wave of hot pleasure washed over her, leaving her screaming for mercy as he continued to thrust two fingers into her fluttering core.

Leaving a last, loving kiss to her hip, Napoleon climbed back over her as she panted, piecing herself back together from her orgasm. His hand cupped her cheek, and she hummed at the pleasant warmth, leaning into his touch as he left a soft kiss to her lips.

“I love you,” he murmured against her, and she uttered the words back, spoken like a blessing as they passed kiss-swollen lips.

Covered in cum and leftover ice cream, she was a sight for him and him alone, an image of want and desire that would keep him up at night with the need to satisfy his never-ending hunger for her. She tasted sweeter than any dessert as his tongue delved into her mouth, swallowing her soft whimper as he parted her legs and made their bodies one.

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lucky-bucky-boy · 4 years

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Cruel Summer Pt. III

Summary: Based loosely off of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift. Things seem to be on a roller coaster, highs and lows and jumping emotions. A discussion about one of the pivotal points of their relationships that could either be the start of a new beginning or the awakening of a terrible ending.

Word Count: 1818

Warnings: Angst, fluff, manipulative-ish speech, very slight age gap, implied smut, almost ddlg elements but not quite (Please let me know if I missed anything, I will be happy to add on)

A/N: Tags are at the bottom. I am so sorry this took literally a lifetime to write and get out but its FINALLY HERE. Will be added to AO3 at some point. NO spoilers, takes place before the events of Knives out. Read Part One Here // Read Part Two Here

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs, likes, comments, and constructive criticism welcomed and highly appreciated.

Hummingbirds sang their beautiful song, fluttering through the evening sun. Wind bristling through the trees, the faint sound of wind chimes and a bird splashing in the bird bath. The outside air; light and warm, a breath of life and happiness. Almost taunting with how it didn't change from how it was left.

It was a stark contrast to the nearly tangible heaviness that cast itself inside, sitting thick and awkward. The sound of a metal spoon clinking against glass nearly drowning out the sound of the help Ransom paid to stay and make dinner. The warmth of the cup of tea keeping thoughts from straying too far as tension begin to settle.

Uncomfortable shifting in the dining chair, occasional, timid glances to the man next to you. Never had you ever seen him look so raw. His hair pushed back from running his hands through it so many times, instead of from the numerous products you knew he had stocked in his closet. The sweater he wore, albeit already worn, was so stretched out from him pulling on the cuffs that it naturally just rested against his palm. One hand fiddled with the fabric as he bit at his nails on the other.

The last time he even looked remotely this nervous was after a few drinks when he showed you some writing he had done, something he hid but was proud of. And that was easily more than a year ago. But now, now was different. This almost looked like regret.

After a quick sip of the warm liquid to calm your nerves, you cleared your throat, looking over at him. Ransom's gaze quickly snapped to focus in on you, waiting for you to speak.

"You asked me to stay, so what is it you could possibly want to talk about now?" You hadn't meant to sound so rude, but the exhaustion and irritability of the situation had settled heavily. You'd give anything to just have this over with, to be able to be alone and process everything.

Ransom opened his mouth to speak, but closed it before letting out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. "I just don't understand how we're somehow on the same page and not at the same damn time. Frankly, I don't understand how we were both there and you somehow… came out feeling like, like that about it, about me."

A scoff escaped from you, shaking your head and looking at him with utter bewilderment written on your face. "Ransom, you truly don't see how I could have fallen in love with you?" His only response was a look that was somewhere between confusion and certainty, as if he was confused as to how love was even an option.

"Okay then," you took another sip of your tea before staring back at him, determined at this point to at least make him see it your way, if not to even hurt him a little. "Tell me, how do you remember our trip to Paris?"

He huffed out a chuckle that was void of amusement, eyebrows scrunched as he shrugged, "I don't know, it was about a month after I started fucking your brains out. Woke up one morning and told you to pack a bag, which you did because at that point you did whatever I said, and we flew to Paris in my private jet. We spent a week there, having sex and eating at fancy restaurants. I bought you a bunch of clothes and jewelry. Then we came home."

Your eyes had fallen shut, shaking your head and clicking your tongue as you opened them. He looked smug, but his attitude quickly changed when he saw the anger and disbelief pouring itself out of you. "That's truly how you remember that trip?"

He shrugged, "Yeah," his voice faltered softly as he continued, "How do you remember it?"

Some part of you begged not to open that door, not to go diving in to memories that would no doubt leave you even more hurt than before.

Delicate touches and even softer sheets, a soft breeze rustling the sheer curtains that led to the balcony overlooking the city, intricate smells - a warming mixture of coffee, baked bread, and a touch of nicotine.

Everything about it screamed Paris, the city of romance, the city of love and adventure. The city that undoubtedly shifted the emotions that flowed.

"I know you're awake, baby girl," your eyes hadn't even opened yet, a smile creeping on your lips as your skin warmed at the sound of the pet name.

There was that low chuckle, the one the vibrated the chest your head rested on, that made you melt and float at the same time. The delicate touches, the soft swirls he drew on your back turned to a firm squeeze on your hip. "Get your sweet ass up, I'm taking you out."

Ransom slid out from underneath you, soft whines leaving you in protest as you finally opened your eyes to look at him. You were met with his bare backside as he made his way to the bathroom. "I'm too sore to move," you called out with a pout.

He stopped at the door way, looking over his shoulder at you, eyes dark and a shit eating grin on his face. "Well, I suggest if you want me to kiss it better, you better get your ass in the damn shower."

"Where are you taking me?" The words came out as a giggle as you clung onto Ransom's arm, blindfolded and letting him lead you to God only knows as. The ground beneath gradually became flat and smooth, unlike the walkways of the streets.

"You're not selling me off, are you?" You teased.

Ransom chuckled and you could feel his body move as he shook his head. "No, sweetheart. You're worth much more than everything you're about to see. It'd be hard finding someone willing to pay that much."

He stopped moving, reaching up to slowly pull the blindfold off. "You used to talk about visiting art museums all across the world when we were little, so I figured this'd be a nice little treat."

You squealed softly and you took in your surroundings. You were standing in the middle of the Tuileries garden at the Louvre, beautiful sculptures and flora overwhelming your senses. "God! You really do spoil me," you look at him with a bright smile. "Come on, I'm dragging you through as much as possible before you decide it's time to leave."

He smirked and shook his head, "Well, we have reservations at 6 for a restaurant not too far from here. But other than that, the day is yours, princess."

"You're letting me decide what we do for a whole day?" You raised your eyebrows at him.

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises," that cocky tone was something you were coming to love more than tolerate, "Lead the way."

It was no wonder Ransom made you wear a nicer dress that day, insisting on you putting a little more effort into your appearance than usual. He never asked for anything like that. You found it odd earlier that morning as you smeared his favorite red lipstick across your lips, but as you stood outside the restaurant where meals cost easily as much as your phone bill, you understood.

A balcony seat with a view overlooking the city. The sun was just starting to set, spreading hues of pink, purple, and gold in the sky as the lights from the Eiffel Tower could be seen glowing in the distance. People were still bustling in the streets, couples hand in hand, kids running and laughing, the occasional Parisian leaning against the stone building with a cigarette. It hit you then that there was no one else you'd want to be in Paris with.

Already, Ransom had pulled your seat out for you and pushed you in, ordered your drinks and food for you, and as you looked back at him you caught him staring. For just a split second there was something more to the look on his face, a glisten in his eyes you'd never seen before. But, just as soon as you saw it, it was gone. A smirk spread across his lips, his eyes set back to their normal hue and you wanted nothing more than to smack it off his face.

Not because he was being an asshole or because he was right about something (and knew damn well you were wrong), but because you knew this time that smirk was hiding something. But the time to pester and whine was neither here nor there when you were surrounded by riches, lavished in the luxury that was Paris, the upscale restaurant, and the company of Ransom.

The cool metal of the railing nipped through the material of your shirt as you overlooked the now dark city from the comfort of your hotel room. A few glasses of wine you normally wouldn't drink, a shared cigarette you didn't quite like but did anyway because "it's a part of the experience"; and quite honestly, Ransom could get you to try anything at least once.

The padding of his bare feet across the floor and onto the patio pulled you out of the replay the was looping in your head. The soft smiles, the feeling of his hand in your, the laughter and warmth that filled your chest all day quickly being pushed to the side as he reached his arms around you, quicker than you could turn around.

Ransom clasped a necklace around your neck and when you looked down to examine it your heart swelled. A dainty, chain with a nice size diamond laid against your skin. If you didn't know any better your say it resembled a heart but… maybe that was just wishful thanking.

"Ransom, you didn't have to ge-"

"I wanted to," he quickly cut you off, "And be a good girl for me and don't ever take it off." He looked at you expectantly as you looked back at him, eyes glossy and a slight pout to your lip as emotions overwhelmed you. "Promise?"

"Promise."

Reaching into your bag you pulled something out. Without even looking at it you tossed it at him, annoyance and hurt written on your face as you both watched the diamond necklace skitter toward him and stop by his hand that rested on on the table.

You watched as Ransom picked it up, swallowing hard and jaw setting as he examined the piece of jewelry. A sigh and shake of his head as he eyes fell to the little "H" he had engraved on the backside of it.

You smirked, huffing and biting the inner corner of your cheek before speaking, "Go ahead and tell me again how this was just an arrangement."

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jootsmcgoots · 4 years

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Like the Sun and the Sea (Abbacchio x F!Reader) SFW

So of course the first fic that goes up during my Fanfic Writer Appreciation fic-posting spree is, well, the very first fic I wrote for this fandom.

This was my very first work for JJBA and it was based off of a match-up i got from @headoverjojo (Sorry to tag you again Tricia ^^; while i’m here tho, love ur work and all that you do!) It was my very first match-up and I still remember it extremely fondly ;w; So here we are again boys to throw the first baby back onto this blog.

I’m not gonna repost the matchup because I abandoned my old blog due to personal and safety reasons, but the tl;dr is that I got Abbacchio and I was like “wow that’s neat I didn’t see that coming but hell yeah i’m down to clown!”

And so I wrote a fic based off of it.

I’ve written way more work since and I can see the bits of my style that I kinda miss or feel like I’ve lost in a way, but at the same time I’m proud to have come as far as I have. I don’t really write that much (as I only write on a ‘when i feel like it’ basis), but I can see where I have improved.

More on that later. We’re here to read cute shit now.

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Rating: General

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2194

Summary: You spend a nice quiet day at the beach with Abbacchio after everything that happened with Diavolo.

Except you’re a big dumb and your boyfriend is a big grump, so things hardly stay quiet.

Banter, fluff, and shenanigans at the beach.

AO3 Link!

The gentle crash of waves, the distant cawing of seagulls, and the wind brushing past you were some of the few noises that you registered as you sat on the beach in relative silence. You absent-mindedly drew some random doodles in the sand with your finger while you waited for Abbacchio to come back from the car with the ice box.

The two of you had decided to take some time off together and decided to spend the day at the beach. It was currently vacant, as the spot you had chosen was a little out-of-the way and not very well-known. But for the two of you, it was perfect. After all, you simply wanted a bit of quality alone time with your lover; he deserved at least that much after what he had gone through with Diavolo.

You recalled the memory with a shudder and shook your head. Pressing harder, you sketched more lines into the sand to distract yourself. Sure, the journey wasn’t pleasant for anyone involved; you’d had a few close scrapes and near brushes with death yourself. But the very thought of Abbacchio’s near-miss with the boss sent shivers down your spine. You didn’t even want to begin to think about what could have happened to him.

Thankfully, your thoughts were interrupted by the soft thump of the ice box against the sand. You looked up to see Abbacchio setting it down and rising back to his full height to survey the scenery in front of him.

“Not too heavy?” you asked, tilting your head at him. He looked back to you and scoffed at your words.

“Of course not.”

“Still, I told you I could help...” Even though you knew Abbacchio was probably the most physically fit member of the gang and could probably handle the ice box just fine, you always felt bad whenever it felt like everyone else was doing all the work.

“I can handle it by myself.” He bent to ruffle your hair a bit, to which you couldn’t help but give soft laugh. “And anyways, I don’t know how much help a little twerp like you would have been.”

“Hey now, I might be littler than you, but you know I’m stronger than I look!” You offered a confident look on your face that made Abbacchio chuckle. While you rummaged around the box for a drink, he looked down and stared at the drawings you had made in the sand.

Abbacchio raised a brow. “What are those? Is that one supposed to be me?” You mumbled out an affirmative as you took a swig from the juice bottle you had selected.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you responded, “Yeah. I was bored while I was waiting for you. See, that’s you,” you pointed at the grumpy face with long hair that pointed upwards at the ends. “Bruno, Trish, Mista, Fugo, Narancia, Giorno, and me.” You pointed to each drawing as you listed off the names, one by one.

Crouching down, he inspected the crude drawings and hummed. “Do you always do dumb little things like this when I’m away?”

You huffed at him, indignant. “They’re not stupid!”

“They’re stupid and ugly,” he shot back, egging you on.

With a short “Ha!”, you responded, “I’d like to see you do better.”

“Maybe on a proper medium.”

“Ehh? Art is art. It doesn’t matter what medium it’s on. And anyways, art is subjective! I think you’re just being an ass.”

Abbacchio just chuckled in response as he sat down next to you on the towel, staring out at the ocean. Not saying much, he chose to just enjoy this moment with you. Then he felt you plunk your head down onto his shoulder, leaning on him while you puffed your cheeks out in that adorably huffy way. He reached for your hand, which had been resting in your lap, and moved to lace his fingers with yours. Abbacchio smiled to himself when you offered no resistance and in fact eagerly reciprocated the gesture, holding his hand in yours on your lap.

A moment passed before you broke the silence. “Well, it’s fine. It’s not as if my drawing skills are what…drew you to me.” Your face split into a stupid grin as you heard Abbacchio groan in exasperation.

“Ah great, here we go…” You heard him say, and you turned to see Abbacchio tilting his head backwards in annoyance.

“You’re just envious because I’m quicker on the draw when it comes to these things.” The grin on your face grew wider as you returned your gaze back to the sea. You didn’t even have to look at his face to know that he was grimacing now.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) please.”

“It’s not my fault that you’re so draw-matic about it! I’m just having fun!”

The last one earned you an even louder, even more annoyed groan. “Really?” he deadpanned, unamused. You merely flashed him a cheeky smile full of teeth and giggled as he released your hand to pinch his brow in annoyance.

Once you had come down from laughing at your own jokes, you took a breath and continued. “I swear, it’s amazing that you haven’t thrown yourself into the ocean after all of these dumb jokes,” you said with that stupid, cute sunny smile of yours. He both adored it and wanted to smack it straight off your face. “Honestly! I would have expected you to go into one of your fits by now.”

He snorted and began to stand, a wicked idea coming to him. “Why would I do that,” Abbacchio said the words slowly, and suddenly you felt his hands grabbing for you. In a swift movement, he had you hoisted into his arms as you squeaked in response to suddenly being lifted and being much higher up than you were before. “When I can just get rid of the nuisance myself?”

And with that, he began striding towards the shore with you in his arms. You kicked, struggled, and squirmed the entire way while pleading to him in-between your laughter.

“Leone! Leone, no! Don’t! Leone Abbacchio, you wouldn’t dare!”

Alas, your struggle was futile as he kept an inescapable hold on your wriggling form and your complaints fell on deaf ears as your boyfriend waded out into the shallower waters, deemed his position to be a sufficient launching point, and chucked your screaming form into the air. You soared a short distance before plummeting straight into the deeper waters with a large, satisfying splash.

Waves lapping at his shins, Abbacchio stared at where you landed in quiet amusement while you emerged from the water, splashing and gasping for air. Even then, you couldn’t help but give him an incredulous laugh. “What was that for?” You shouted from the waves. He huffed, calling back, “You know damn well what it was for.”

You pouted and made a whining noise. “That’s mean! What if I drowned or something? That would be on your conscience forever, you know.”

Abbacchio merely shook his head at you, a grin of his own forming on his lips. “Well, at least if you drowned, I would never have to deal with your stupid jokes ever again,” he teased. You feigned shock and hurt with a dramatic gasp.

“Yeah? Well, I’d just come back as a ghost and then you’d never ever be free of me.” You wiggled your fingers in a way that was meant to be spooky or creepy. “I would do nothing but whisper puns into your ear all night.”

“Then I would just ignore you and pretend that I never noticed you. Then you would be left haunting me the rest of my life, but would feel alone for the entirety of it.”

“Whaaat!” You drew out the word. “You’re such a mean boyfriend.”

He threw you a somewhat smug look. “Am I?”

You pouted and idly splashed around in the deeper parts of the water for a bit before a dumb idea surfaced in your mind. “Okay, let’s test it then!” you proclaimed in a cheery voice, and put on the highest, cutesiest voice you could muster.

“Oh no, Weone! Pwease hewp me! I’m dwowning!”

You could see Abbacchio tense up in annoyance in response to your antics. It was subtle, but you could see his lips flatten into an expression of irritation. You knew he hated that joke, but you pressed on.

“Pwease Mr. Abbacchio! Pwease hewp! I’m dwowning!” You couldn’t hold back your giggles anymore as you kept pleading to him in an obnoxious, sing-songy voice. “W-Weone! Weone, I’m dwowning! The water is wising! Ub-bwub-gwub! I won’t wast wong!” At this point, your words started to peter out as you had fallen into full-blown peals of laughter that filled the sky as you struggled to keep your eyes open from the tears forming in them.

Which is probably why you hadn’t noticed Abbacchio wading out farther and farther into the water where you were until you noticed your surroundings getting darker and felt him firmly grasp the back of your head. He held you there for a moment, and, without missing a beat, you threw him a sultry look and commented, “Oh. I wasn’t aware you were into…underwater sports.”

Abbacchio scowled slightly at you, muttering, “Ugh, (Y/N), you immature, little…” You could see his brow crinkle further in annoyance as you tittered in sheer amusement at your own dumb joke. Before you could make an inappropriate joke about regular “watersports”, you felt your head being forced downwards. His annoyed expression was the last thing you saw before Abbacchio roughly dunked your face into the water and held you underwater for a moment, watching the bubbles rise up to the surface. After a second, he raised your head up from the water, gave you another second to breathe, and then dunked you once more.

“Aughh--!” SPLOOSH!

“Leo--!” SPLOOSH!

“Come on---!” SPLOOSH!

“It was just---!” SPLOOSH!

“A joke!” SPLOOSH!

Once you had ceased all talking and were reduced to coughing, sputtering, and the occasional giggle, Abbacchio released his grip on your head and settled his hand on your shoulder as you leaned up against him. You were still giggling from your own shenanigans, as well as the sudden rush of playful (albeit somewhat rough) actions from your boyfriend.

He sighed out, “You really are a silly idiot. What am I going to do with you?” Despite the bite in the words themselves, you heard the teasing and loving tones in his voice and smiled to yourself.

You peered up at him, slicking back some of the hair that was covering your eyes. “Apparently you’ll throw me into the ocean like some sort of cursed object, and then dunk me in the water several times. What kind of boyfriend does that? Do I look like a Lebowski? Do you want me to tell you where the money is?” you quipped with an impudent grin that only grew wider when you saw his expression crack into a grin of his own as he shook his head at you once more.

Then you felt the hand on your shoulder dip lower to your back as Abbacchio pushed you close to him, pulling his arms around you into a hug. You shuddered as a pleasant warmth enveloped you, contrasting against the cool water you two were standing in.

“Hmm? Haha, Leone…” you breathed out. “What’s this all about?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Pffft. To you, everything I say is stupid. So I get to say damn well what I please.”

“Hmm.” He seemed to ponder your statement. “That sounds about right. So, fair enough.”

“You asshole.”

During your exchange of words, you had wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly in a hug of your own.

“Hey, Leone?”

“Hm?”

“I love you. I really do. I’m glad that you’re here.” Your grip on him had grown tighter at these words.

Abbacchio closed his eyes for a moment, committing the feeling of your arms around him to his memory. In those seconds where you two just held each other in silence, the water splashing against him gently, he began to think to himself. After everything that had happened, he was glad to be able to spend this time with you like this, to be able to listen to your silly jokes, to be able to just banter and tease each other like this, to see the corners of your eyes crinkle with mirth and your lips turn upwards into an unashamed, jubilant smile that would give way to a laugh that would cause his heart to flutter and threaten to cause his lips to pull into a small smile of his own (no matter how unamused his reaction seemed to be).

You were a stupid little fool, bright and brilliant. And you loved him.

He hummed affirmatively in response.

His voice came out as a low rumble that you could feel emanating from his chest. “I love you too.” And his heart blossomed with warmth when he opened his eyes to see you smiling widely at him, for him.

#my writing #niko writes #fluff #fluffy #my fanfiction #my fic #Vento Aureo #Leone Abbacchio #female reader #reader insert #female pronouns #s/o #post vento aureo #silly #puns #sfw #beach day

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jingabitch · 4 years

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An Arrangement for Convenience ch.8

Summary: It's ridiculous that girl groups aren't allowed to date, and are kept under such strict lock and key that they can't satisfy their desires. Enter Ha-eun, YG's solution to the problem.

Pairings: ot4 x oc

A/N: Wrote this a while back and posted on ao3; reposting here because I want to be more active on this platform. While I currently have 8 chapters written which I will be releasing on Tumblr gradually, I am currently on hiatus due to school and work commitments and will not be actively writing and posting new stuff until the semester ends in December.

It was a slow couple of weeks after that. The girls were travelling for various events, and Ha-eun had a breather. It was a good thing too, because she had a bunch of tests and papers due soon, so she appreciated the extra time to study. She also found a bunch of healthy recipes to try, so that she could expand her repertoire, because she loved her brother, but if she had to listen to him whine about eating the same shit one more time, she might just kick his ass back to Daegu.

Somehow, she found herself missing the girls, though. They texted her once in a while, sending pictures and interesting anecdotes to the group chat, and each time her phone buzzed she found her heart leaping into her throat in anticipation.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

It appeared that the girls were feeling the absence too, although that was to be expected, with the way Ha-eun’s fingers and tongue had been at their beck and call pretty much 24/7 while they were in Seoul. Jennie had even wanted to bring Ha-eun along with them when they were travelling for work, but both Ha-eun and management had vetoed that idea.

The girls had sulked for days after that, until Ha-eun pointed out that she had school, and it wasn’t like she could just jet off for weeks at a time whenever she felt like it.

Equally pertinent, but not mentioned, was the fact that she had to be in Seoul to take care of her brother, who was, after all, the reason why she was in this contract to begin with.

Still, it had taken the promise of phone sex and regular pictures for them to cheer up again. A promise that Ha-eun regretted making almost instantly, because it wasn’t exactly like she had privacy to make naughty phone calls, given how thin the walls were in her apartment.

Nevertheless, a promise is a promise, and at least given the time difference, Ha-eun would likely be waking up at six in the morning to help get her clients off. Not that she really minded - they made such pretty sounds for her, after all, it was difficult to resent.

Grinning in satisfaction at the picture she’d just snapped, Ha-eun sent it off to the group chat. In it, she was licking off a vibrator that was still glistening with her juices, and she’d captioned it: Unnie, you taste way better. Miss you :(

The response was instantaneous.

Jennie: excuse you!!!

Jennie: I’m at the Chanel show!!!

Jennie: How could u do this to me!!!11!!!

Ha-eun: ;) hurry back soon

Chaeyoung and Lisa sent a pouty selfie of the two of them, making Ha-eun smile before she locked her phone and went to bed.

Jennie, however, was distracted for the rest of the day and opted out of the dinner party, instead returning to her hotel room for a room service dinner. After placing the order, she called Ha-eun, completely forgetting that because of the time difference, Ha-eun was fast asleep.

To her credit, Ha-eun managed to pick up the call before it went to voicemail, and slurred groggily, “‘lo?”

“Ha-eun-ah, fuck,” Jennie groaned down the line, clearly having gotten started already.

“Jennie-unnie? What time is it?” Ha-eun mumbled as she peered down at her phone screen. “Unnie, it’s like three am here, aren’t you supposed to be at the dinner party?”

“I was supposed to be,” Jennie hissed, “but you should have thought about that before sending me that picture while I was in public , you fucking tease.”

Now that her brain was back online, Ha-eun giggled as she sat up, reclining against her pillows. “Sorry, unnie, time difference and all that. I was just so horny thinking about eating your pretty pussy that I couldn’t help it,” she explained, her voice getting a little whiny at the end.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut, aren’t you?” Jennie said a little breathlessly, one hand in her panties massaging her clit.

“Just for Blackpink, unnie,” Ha-eun confessed, closing her eyes as she tipped her head back, her hand sliding down her body. She bit her lip as she splayed her fingers on her belly, wanting to draw this out a little.

“Yes, that’s right, such a dirty whore.” Jennie slid her middle finger down from her clit to tease around her pussy, wishing she’d had the foresight to pack her vibrator. After being so used to having Ha-eun around to answer her booty calls, she’d almost forgotten about its existence.

Smirking, Ha-eun took the phone from her ear and snapped a picture of her fingers creeping into her panties, sending it to Jennie. When the older girl saw the photo, she swore as she set the call to speaker mode so she could continue staring at it while she spoke to Ha-eun. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty tease, I should punish you when I get home.”

“Really?” Ha-eun asked, and in hindsight, maybe she should have toned down on the enthusiasm a little, but it wasn’t her fault she was becoming a little pain slut for Jennie. The older girl had a hell of a hand.

“You like that, don’t you, my dirty whore?”

“Mm, yes, mistress, I miss you so much, I miss your tasty cunt and your punishments,” Ha-eun whimpered.

“ Fuck, yes ,” Jennie hissed. “You’re going to get the spanking of your life when I get back for being such a bad girl, you filthy slut. Getting me so horny while I’m alone in Paris, how dare you be so rude to your mistress?”

Ha-eun writhed on her fingers helplessly, pressing the heel of her palm into her clit for the friction she so desperately needed. “I’m sorry, mistress,” she groaned. “I wish you were here, I want to eat you out so bad -”

“Yeah?” Jennie breathed, intrigued, and Ha-eun knew she had her. “Tell me more about how you would eat me out, slut.”

Ha-eun licked her lips and arched her hips into her hand. “I’d start slow, just the way you like it, mistress. Nice, slow strokes up from your pussy to your clit, until you’re dripping on my tongue, you taste so good when you’re turned on, God -” She was starting to lose the plot, and Jennie had to redirect her attention back to the task at hand.

“Mm, my pussy’s so wet right now thinking about your tongue, baby girl, I’m dripping all over my fingers,” she purred. “If you were here, I’d make you lick them clean,” she teased.

“God, yes, your pussy tastes so good, I want you to smother me with it ,” Ha-eun heaved, filth spilling from her lips as she became unbearably aroused.

“Yeah?” Jennie’s hand was working faster now, as she drew closer to her orgasm.

“Yeah, mistress, sit on my face and rub your pussy on my tongue, make a mess, fuck, please ,” she mewled.

“What if I don’t want you to eat my pussy, baby girl? My cunt is a delicacy, you know? You should earn it properly. It’s the most expensive thing you’ve eaten in your life, probably.”

Ha-eun sobbed. “I’ll do anything to earn it, please, mistress.”

“You should start with something a little less ambitious, don’t you think?”

“Mm, fuck, I’ll do anything, I’ll eat your ass first, is that what you want to hear?” Ha-eun threw out in desperation, so deep into subspace now that the idea of being denied access to Jennie’s pussy was making her lose all sense of reason.

“Such a clever girl,” Jennie crooned, the praise making Ha-eun preen in the darkness of her bedroom.

“Mistress, you only need to ask, I’d love to eat your asshole, it’s so pretty,” Ha-eun cooed. “I think about it all the time, you know? You sitting that pretty ass on my face, right on my tongue. That’s a really nice position, actually. While I’m licking your asshole you could rub your clit on my nose, and everything would be you ,” Ha-eun said slightly dreamily, her eyes fluttering shut as the image took hold in her mind. “I’d let you use my face as a chair for hours , I love your ass so much, I’d worship it for the rest of my life if you let me.”

Ha-eun’s words were flipping switches Jennie hadn’t even known existed, her core rhythmically tightening around her fingers as she imagined the very scenario that Ha-eun was describing. God, the younger girl was just so indescribably nasty , waxing on about her asshole.

“Fuck, yes, I’d smother you with it, make you come to the studios after dance practice and lick my sweaty ass. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re so fucking dirty, I can’t believe you, Jesus -” her words trailed off into a series of moans and grunts as she came.

Her filthy imagery pitched Ha-eun headlong into her own orgasm, and she keened as she rubbed her clit through it, enjoying the erotic sounds that Jennie was making on the other side of the line.

When it was finally over, she blew out a breath as she removed her hand from her pussy, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table to clean it off. “You good, unnie?” she checked in because no one could accuse her of not being conscientious about her clients’ wellbeing.

“Yeah,” Jennie said, panting, as she slumped back into the pillows, blinking up at the dimmed lights of the hotel room. “That was great, thank you, Ha-eun-ah.”

Ha-eun giggled. “It was my pleasure… literally,” she teased. “Have a good rest, okay?” she said, getting ready to hang up and go back to sleep.

“Ha-eun-ah, wait,” Jennie called right before she could end the call.

“Yeah?”

“Um, about what I said earlier…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, unnie. It was hot and all, but I get it if you aren’t into it in real life -” Ha-eun rushed to reassure the older girl.

“No, actually, it’s the opposite,” Jennie confessed in a small voice, waiting to hear what Ha-eun would say.

“Oh,” Ha-eun responded as the gears in her head turned frantically. “Well, that’s okay too.”

“It is?”

“Yeah, we can talk about it more when you get back, but I’m not opposed to any of what you said earlier,” Ha-eun said with a girlish giggle. “It’s quite the opposite, actually.”

“Oh… you never mentioned being into any of that.”

Ha-eun laughed at that, unable to help herself. “Yeah, you’re the client, remember? What I’m into is secondary here.”

“Oh… right.” If anything, that just made Jennie sound more hesitant.

“What’s wrong, unnie?”

“I just… don’t want to force you into anything, y’know? You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?”

Ha-eun’s heart squeezed helplessly. “Yeah, I will, but don’t worry about it. You aren’t anywhere near to too much. And for what it’s worth?”

“Yeah?”

“I didn’t just cum my brains out on the phone with you because I’m not into it, okay? You can definitely tell me about any other kinks you might be curious to try out. I’ve probably heard it all before, anyway.”

Jennie smiled at that. “Sounds like you have some interesting stories to tell.”

“If only you know,” Ha-eun tried to say lightly, though the effect was ruined by the jaw-cracking yawn she couldn’t stifle.

Laughing a little, Jennie teased, “Someone’s a little tired.”

Ha-eun settled back into her pillows, smiling like a fool in the dark. “Yeah, someone woke me up at three in the morning for phone sex because she was so unbearably horny.”

“Oh, shit, that’s right.” For the first time, Jennie realised that given the time difference, it was an ungodly hour back in Seoul. “I’m sorry, sweetie.” She sounded genuinely contrite, and Ha-eun laughed fondly.

“It’s okay, unnie. I’ll just consider it a testament to my amazing photo-taking skills that I made you lose all reason,” Ha-eun teased.

“Yeah, you do that,” Jennie acquiesced, burying her face in her pillow. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Good night, unnie.” The way Ha-eun was slurring her words slightly let Jennie know that she was all but asleep, and she couldn’t help the fond smile stealing over her face.

“Good night, sweetie.”

#blackpink smut #bpsmut #blackpink #kim jennie #kim jisoo #lisa manoban #park chaeyoung #jennie x oc #jisoo x oc #lisa x oc #rose x oc #aafc #an arrangement for convenience

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Witness : 6

The Day After

moodboard created by @chuuulip

Character(s): dark!Bucky, later dark!Steve, too

Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. Some violence as well at the beginning. It goes without (and with) that this is 18+.

Summary: The reader finds it hard to adjust after her first night with Bucky.

Notes: I am reposting this fic here. It was originally on ao3 but now it’s on tumblr too! If you read, I love feedback and would love any comments you have. And if you can, please share! Anyhow, enjoy :)

You weren’t sure of the time when Bucky left you. You didn’t move as his weight left the bed for the last time. Didn’t look to see the time. You couldn’t even recall what he had said when he left. Had he said anything? You were too shattered to listen. You just lay on the bed, sprawled in the position he had last broken you in, breathing but nothing more. You lingered on the other option. Maybe death was better than this. Feeling so violated, languishing in your debasement. You couldn’t see that the void beyond could offer any such self-loathing. If you told him you had changed your mind, would he kill you now?After the hours he had spent relishing in your torment, you knew it was too late for that. He would use you until you outlived your usefulness. He had said as much upon your first real meeting.

Slowly, you moved one leg, then the other, and crawled across the bed and onto the floor. Your knees shook as you stood but you kept yourself upright. Your ass was sore, thighs too, your core thrumming from the abuse. You stared at the blankets, tangled across the mattress, your stomach recoiled. You turned and stumbled, reaching out desperately for balance as you lumbered into the washroom. Your guts spilled into the sink, mostly bile. You turned on the faucet and washed it away. You let yourself slump to the tile, leaning against the side of clawfoot tub. Your breath picked up but you couldn’t cry. Not anymore. It was a peculiar sensation. You felt numb yet agonized. It was a pain you couldn’t quite grasp. You hung your head and sat until the frosted glass lightened, signalling that day was close.

You sat in the shower, scrubbing at your skin, slowly at first but then your need to cleanse yourself grew frantic. You emerged with raw flesh and dressed in a pair off baggy sweatpants and an aged sweater with holes in the cuffs. You dumped the clothing from your hamper and ripped the sheets and blankets from atop your bed, shoving them deep within the tall basket. You sat on the machine in the common laundry room as it shook with swirl of your bed clothing. Your fingers bent over the edge of the white metal, the subtle tumbling almost calming. You changed the load over and repeated your vigil.

You tossed the bedding down the garbage chute when they were done.

The sun was fully risen when you returned to your apartment, refusing to enter the bedroom and acknowledge your barren mattress. Your phone vibrated, drawing your attention as you carefully set up a pot of coffee to brew. You waited to fill your mug before you dug the phone from your purse, the screen lighting up as another message arrived. ‘You up for a sleepover?’ Allie followed the invitation with a winky emoji. You didn’t know how to answer. You definitely didn’t want to sleep in your own bed but you were afraid that Bucky would return that night and think you fled.

Your phone shook again, this time an unknown number. You opened the window and read, the fear creeping up your neck like spider legs. ‘In case you think of trying to run again’. It was easy to guess who had sent the text, easier with the photos that followed. Images more chilling than the scene in the parking garage. Pictures of your mother in front of her house, watering her flowers, accompanied by a wall of text including her name, birth date, social security number...everything about her.

‘Sorry, I can’t,’ You replied to Allie. You were pitiful. Too afraid to have a life so that you can sit and await your bane. A call came through, unknown number. You pressed answer as your heart raced. “Y/N,” Bucky’s voice greeted but you couldn’t speak. “Come on, what did I say about answering me.”

“What do you want?” You rasped, walking over to your window, looking out along the skyline. Could he see you then?

“You can go to the sleepover. I won’t be over tonight.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“W-what?” You sputtered, trying to search him out. “You can see my texts?”

“I see everything. I told you. Now, go ahead and have some fun. You deserve it after last night.” You were sickened by his tone. You reached up and drew the curtains shut. “I’m out of town right now but I’ll be back on Tuesday. This time I expect you to be on time.”

“I have to work,” You lied.

“Not that late. 10-6. Not a bad shift. Enough time after to have some fun.” Your hand was trembling uncontrollably. “I expect you’ll be home before seven.”

“Y-yes,” You stuttered, your throat constricting.

“Well, I should let you go. I’m a bit tied up at the moment,” He was signing off as if this was a perfectly casual conversation. “Oh, and one thing before I go, Y/N. Don’t try to lie to me again. When I return, you will be punished for breaking the rules. No passes this time. Understood?”

You choked, “Yes,” You whispered into the speaker, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good.” He was smirking, you could hear it. “Have fun at your sleepover.” The line went dead and you pulled your phone away from your ear. You scrolled through your contacts, returning to your conversation with Allie. ‘Actually, a sleepover sounds great.’

You crossed your arms as you waited for Allie to answer her damn buzzer. The speaker crackled and you heard her rustling in the background. “Y/N?” This always happened. She was always in the middle of something else when you turned up. You would have laughed if your body would have allowed it.

“Yeah, it’s me,” You called back, “Come on. Let me in. I’m soaked.” It had rained again but you hadn’t really noticed until you entered the lobby. The door rang and you pulled on it as it unlocked. You stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to descend. You were jealous of Allie’s building; it was new enough that its amenities worked. At your building, you couldn’t trust the elevator. The old cage door and the several residents who reported hours spent waiting to be freed from its grips by maintenance. With your luck, you didn’t tempt fate.

It was a smooth ride up and you waited once more before Allie’s door. She slid free the chain free and let you in. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and her face green with an herbal smelling mask. “Just in time,” She chimed as she welcomed you in. “Shit, Y/N, you look fucking ragged. Good thing I have an extra mask.”

I don’t think a mask will do the trick, you thought as your eyebrows twitched. “Ha, yeah,” You laughed halfheartedly, “I brought wine.”

“You look like you need it,” She smiled but her eyes caught yours and she stopped. Usually she was hard to shut up. She’d keep going enough for the both of you so you never needed to worry about lively conversation. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head, trying to free yourself from the chains which only grew tighter around your limbs. “Fine,” You lied, forcing a bigger smile. She hesitated but backed off, allowing you the fib. She was always understanding. Whatever you needed, she would give. If that meant space, she’d give you a mile, but when the time came she was right by your side.

“Let me uncork that wine,” She took the large bottle from you, weighing it as the golden nectar swished against the glass, “Wow, you went all out.”

“Last time you drank it all,” You kidded. Still the smile was not real. You were relieved to be away from your apartment, to have Allie nearby, but you just couldn’t feel...normal. You hung your jacket and slipped out of your boots, following her down the hallway. Her apartment always amused you as it looked like Barbie herself could live here. Allie was a great host. She filled the largest wine glasses and set them on the low coffee table.

“Go rinse your face and I’ll put the mask on.” You did as she said, splashing your face and returning to her, closing your eyes as she smoothed the thick mask over your skin. “Ha, let me get my phone.” She stood as she finished, washing her hand in the kitchen sink and retrieving her phone as she sat back down. “I’m going to send this to everyone. You look so funny.”

“You’re one to talk,” You rolled your eyes. Her own mask was dried and starting to flake. She looked like a swamp monster.

“Shit, I gotta get this off!” She jumped up again and raced to the bathroom. When she came back she was giggling and touching her rosy cheeks, the rest of her face just as red.

“How long is this suppose to be on?” You asked anxiously.

“Ten minutes. But I may have left mine on a little longer,” She grinned, baring her teeth awkwardly.

“Right, I’m just going to take mine off now.” You passed her and swiftly cleaned your face as you felt tingling along your forehead. You were thankfully soft and without shine, your skin much brighter than before.

“So,” Allie handed you your wine as you say, “What are we going to watch tonight? Or do you wanna play a game? I got the new Mario.”

“Hmm? So many options,” You leaned back, sipping deep from your wine. “You choose. I’ll do whatever.” Whatever could distract you from the impending doom which stood over you so constantly. You drank again from you wine, setting down the glass with only a mouthful left.

“Take it easy, Y/N,” Allie looked up as she switched on her console, “We have all night and only one bottle.”

“Won’t be that long a night if I drink enough,” You muffled a belch into your palm and she laughed.

“I guess that’s one way of looking at it,” She sat beside you on the couch and handed you a controller, “But I think you’ll need your wits for this game. I might just kick your ass.”

#dark!bucky #dark!bucky barnes #dark bucky #dark bucky barnes #dark!fic #au #mcu #marvel #witness #series #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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httpjeon · 6 years

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❝ simply.cute97 ❞ jjk ― m.

― summary: you’re popular camgirl simply.cute97. domjeon09 is your biggest fan.

jungkook/reader | cam couple!au | fluff, smut | 6.5k ↬ content warnings: sex work, masturbation (male and female), mutal masturbation, dirty talk, fingering, loss of virginity, jungkook’s got a virgin kink apparently

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog. this is def one of my favorite fics ever! i hope you enjoy if you’ve read it already~

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Jungkook glanced at the time, knowing your stream was going to start at any moment. Typing in the URL ‘kkams.com’ into the address bar, he was quick to log in. You were always cutest when you first started the show and you were still feeling shy.

username: domjeon09 password: bulletproofboy

It didn’t take long for him to go to his subscriptions and find you, after all you were his only favorited account to make it easy to find your videos.

Favorites (1)

simply.cute97

You were his all time favorite camgirl on the website. He had watched various before but none had ever gotten him to feel the way you did. You were so cute and soft in comparison to the other girls who would dirty talk and scream their pleasure out on camera; you preferred to keep things relaxed and calm and let your shy personality enchant those who watched you.

You were one of the most popular on the site, Jungkook mused it was because you were a virgin. Guys had some kind of kink for that shit. Your videos were frequently flooded with men begging to be your first, but Jungkook wasn’t like that at all. He was attracted to that cute personality of yours.

He clicked to see your live had just started.

Right on time as usual.

He sat back in his chair, watching you on the screen as you smiled shyly.

Your bed was impeccably made, a pristine white duvet with a bunch of fluffy pillows set up for you to lean against. You were wearing a baby pink bra and pantie set with matching sheer thigh-highs. Glancing at the screen to probably check the viewer count, you reached into your nightstand and pulled out your little box to pick out your cute pink Hitachi wand, making sure to plug it into the outlet. You never used toys that would penetrate you, something Jungkook found incredibly endearing. Once during a video, you answered a question about it.

“Why don’t I use any dildos?” You asked, your cheeks turning a cute pink shade as you read the last word.

“W-Well…I’m a virgin, you know, I just don’t want the hassle of trying to get something…like…y-you know…inside…” You trailed off, glancing away from the camera in embarrassment.

You were so cute.

Viewers began to pile in with greetings, mostly from other men who enjoyed your shows. You smiled, waving shyly at your camera, biting your lip as you leaned down to read the comments.

“Hi everyone,” You said softly, picking up your heart shaped pillow and holding it against your body shyly just like you did every show. Your voice was so gentle, it always served to make his heart race at the sound of it.

You were so beautiful. Your hair was styled to perfection and you kept your makeup simple and natural. He couldn’t help but admire the way your breasts were spilling out of your cute bra, partially hidden by the pillow you were hugging.

Jungkook took the time to read comments as well.

2cuteJiminie ah i missed you so much, babygirl, are you well?

You giggled, “Yes, I’m well thank you for asking 2cuteJiminie, I hope you’re well too!”

Young_Daddy_RM u gonna start soon? Im so fkin impatient!

“I’m going to wait until 10:45 to start, it gives everyone a minute to get in here!” Jungkook glanced at the time; 10:38.

domhyukee95 Fuck, I’m already hard!!!

The comments continued to flood in, giving various praises to you and commenting on your appearance or setup and some asking various questions about how you were feeling and what you’ve been up to. Finally, the clock struck 10:45 and you sat up, tossing the pillow to the side to expose your beautiful body. Jungkook felt himself begin to harden in his jeans already, something only you were able to do.

“I hope you’re all ready!” You giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a smile, eyes scanning the comments for a moment. “I’m glad you like the outfit!”

BigHOPE0218 What toy do you have for us today, princess?

“Ah,” You smiled showing the wand. “an old favorite!” You giggled at the influx of praise you got. “As usual, the person who tips the most, I’ll fulfill a special request of theirs so be sure to do that!”

Jungkook was always envious of the people who got requests from you, though personally he’d never tried to win that fight. He heard you even gave special things to your biggest tipper whether it be a private show or even selling your favorite pair of panties to them.

“Shall I start then?” You asked, biting your lip nervously, watching as the tips began to flow in steadily.

2cuteJiminie please do, babygirl, whenever you’re ready!

Jungkook watched as you leaned back on the bed, showing your body off for the camera, making his cock even harder in its confinement. You slowly dragged your fingertips along the exposed expanse of your body, shivering at your own touch. You bit your lightly glossed lip as you gently cupped your breasts through the bra, letting out a soft moan that would only serve to rile up the viewers.

sweetjenniebean you’re so precious, babydoll, you look so good.

You whimpered, whether it was at the praise or from your own touch he didn’t know, squeezing your breasts more, Jungkook was already wishing they were exposed. Fuck, you really needed someone to take care of you and judging by the way you desperately clenched your thighs together, you felt that way as well.

Then, he did something he never thought he would.

(top tip) domjeon09 tipped 130 coins! take off the bra, sweet thing.

“A-Ah thank you…” You whimpered, reaching behind you and unclipping your bra, finally freeing your breasts to the air of your bedroom. Jungkook reached down to palm himself through his jeans to relieve the pain he began to feel, you had such a huge effect on him.

On the screen you whined, arching your back as you immediately began to pluck at your nipples which only drew made your body tremble. You rolled the sensitive nubs between your fingers, your thighs twitching at the feeling. Fuck, Jungkook could tell you were so sensitive. Your thighs were held tightly together, you squeezed them to give some needed relief to your heat.

2cutejiminie you’re killing us, babygirl, lose the panties!

2sweetaehyungie Fuck yes @2cutejiminie!

You whimpered and continued to assault a nipple while you trailed your hand down your body, spreading your thighs for the camera. Your body was so hot it was incredible. Shyly, you slid your hand over your mound through the panties, teasing yourself. Jungkook couldn’t hold in the groan he let out at the sight of the now-sheer fabric clinging to your lips.

Jungkook’s free hand flew to his keyboard, typing a message to you.

domjeon09 such a tease, aren’t you?

“Y-Yes, I’m a tease…” You whined, squirming against the pleasure your own hand gave you. Jungkook groaned at the response you gave him.

(top tip) WonTaekwoon-ie9 tipped 200 coins! take your panties off. now.

Biting your lip, you pulled your knees to your chest as you began to pull the soaked fabric off, a string of your wetness clinging to them, leaving a string of it to cling to your thigh. With a sigh of relief, you dropped the panties and spread your legs, making Jungkook whimper at the sight of your exposed slit.

Immediately, tips began to flood in and praises followed suit. You closed your eyes, relaxing into the pillows as you trailed your fingers up and down your soaking slit.

“Ah, I’m so sensitive,” You whined, twitching as you circled your clit with your wet fingers. “I can’t take this anymore, can I please use my toy now?”

Feeling strangely competitive against the other tippers, Jungkook went in again, desperate to give you the orders you needed.

(top tip) domjeon09 tipped 720 coins! use the wand baby. Get yourself off for us.

Jungkook almost wanted to cry in relief when you grabbed the toy, quickly turning it onto the low setting. Your body was practically trembling on the screen as you gently circled the humming toy on your lips, avoiding your clit to hold out as long as you could. You spread your legs as far as they would go before you finally, finally placed the toy on your needy clit.

Your reaction was immediate, arching up at the pleasure that soared through your body. Your thighs desperately wanted to close around the toy.

Jungkook fished his cock out of his jeans, sighing at the relief he felt. His hand was quickly wrapped around the length, slowly pumping while using his copious amounts of precum to lubricate the movement. His head fell backwards against the chair as he listened to your addictive cries of pleasure. Slowly opening his eyes, he watched the screen.

(top tip) Young_Daddy_RM tipped 915 coins! turn it up, princess.

Jungkook growled when you whimpered at the command, clicking the toy onto the high setting, almost immediately you let out a cry, squirming on your bed at the intense vibrations on your overly-sensitive clit.

Jungkook wouldn’t take it anymore. You needed to cum. He knew it and he was determined to be the one to make you cum despite the fact that this wasn’t even in person.

(top tip) domjeon09 tipped 1,020 coins! cum. right now.

Immediately, you whirled head first into orgasm. “Oh god, I’m cumming!”

Your legs closed around the toy as you came, your juices pouring out of you as you cried and moaned out your pleasure. Jungkook’s own orgasm hit at the same time as you. His back arched off the chair as he moaned into the empty bedroom. He was overcome with pleasure, slowly his hand when the stimulation became way too much for his sensitive cock. His eyes lazily drifted to the screen.

You were still cumming but unable to take it anymore, you jerked the toy away and dropped it on the bed, not even aware of the annoying buzzing through the mattress. You curled onto your side, letting the aftershocks tumble through your body as you trembled.

It took a minute for you to recover before you were able to sit up to look at the camera. You gave a sleepy smile before you diverted your attention to the screen.

This was usually the time when tippers would essentially fight over who would get the special end request from you.

2sweetaehyungie that was so hot!

2cutejiminie I’ve never cum so hard before…

You smiled at the praise you received, various tippers giving you compliments on how beautiful you were and how hard you got them off. A blush settled on your cheeks as you giggled.

“Alright, I think that’s it tonight, everyone! I need a shower and then I’m going to sleep!” You chuckled when everyone began to wish you a goodnight and tell you to relax after such a good orgasm.

This livestream has ended.

Jungkook sighed, standing up to take care of his own mess.

The following morning, Jungkook woke up to a notification on his phone from kkams. His body jerked as he registered what he was seeing.

simply.cute97 sent you a message!

“Hello! I wanted to let you know that you were my top tipper for last night’s show and I’d like to thank you for supporting me! As usual, I’ll complete any request you have that’s within reason! ^^ -simply.cute97”

Jungkook smirked, already knowing exactly what he wanted from you.

“Hey princess, I deeply enjoyed the show. I have a pretty simple request; watch my videos. I want you to get off to me, baby. Tell me when you’ve done what I’ve asked. -JK x”

Jungkook couldn’t help the giddy excitement he felt at the prospect that you would watch one of his own videos. He felt himself grow hard as he imagined you watching him cum as your fingers circled your little clit to get yourself off. He wished that it could be his own hands to make you cum, but this would have to do, wouldn’t it?

His message shocked you because not only do people usually request a special show but it wasn’t often for a dom to be a cammer. Not that you watched anyone else, but you knew that it was typically subs who did this since it was easier to take demands from the viewers.

Curiosity thoroughly piqued, you clicked on his username to find your way to his profile. You noticed his most recent video was from 3 days ago. The thumbnail didn’t look very fascinating as he was simply wearing all black including a face mask, which only served to hide his identity. It wasn’t uncommon for people who do live shows to want to hide their face, especially if they were in a line of work that if they were found out they’d lose their job.

Deciding not to let his thumbnail bother you, you clicked on the video. You immediately noticed the views on it; 12,089. He was definitely popular, that’s for sure.

You watched as the video began.

“Alright, I’m gonna start now that we’re at 100 viewers, thanks for joining by the way,” You quickly caught his accent, he was from Busan.

His eyes scanned the screen as his hand got busy, dragging on the front of his jeans as he prepared himself.

“Am I hard? Always, baby, always.” His voice was like silk, calm and level but oh so soft to hear. You could listen to all day. You were surprised to find how into the video you began to get, a heat already settling in your gut.

The video progressed, you quickly noticed that he was not going to strip at all, maybe that was his signature, you’d have to take a look at his other videos to see.

Your jaw nearly fell to the floor when his cock was exposed to you, you whimpered, squirming in your seat at the sight. You weren’t really a fan of porn so you hadn’t exactly had a good view of many dicks but his was beautiful to say the least.

It was long, with a beautiful curve upwards, and you briefly wondered if the skin was as soft as it looked. You nearly drooled when he wrapped a veiny hand around his member, beginning to spread lube down the length, sighing softly at the stimulation. You followed his other hand as he picked up a toy.

“Got my fleshlight, we’re ready to go, huh?” He said, though it seemed like it was more to himself as he let out a loud groan while he sunk his cock into the toy, holding it at the base.

His eyes flicked to the screen once again. “Thank you, softsubjoy, you’re my biggest tipper for the next few minutes, what would you like?” He paused to read what she said, smiling. “Moan your name? You haven’t got any manners, huh, baby? Not even a please in that sentence. Naughty girl.”

Despite the jealousy you felt pang at your chest for some crazy reason, you imagined that it was your name he was calling out as he pumped his cock into the flesh colored toy, a sloppy slick sound coming from his movements. Breathless groans came from his mouth. Something about his voice did things to you, you didn’t even know what he looked like but his voice set a fire in you that you knew wasn’t going to be quelled easily.

“Fuck, Joy, you’re so fucking tight babygirl…you wanna be a good girl for Daddy?” He growled, pumping his hips even harder against the toy. “Aw, you want my cum baby? What have you done to deserve it? You’ve been a little slut, bossing me around like you’re in charge.”

Unable to take it any longer, you slid your hand down the front of your panties, finding your clit almost immediately through the fabric. It was hard and swollen, easy to manipulate even though you weren’t touching it directly. You were going to cum like this.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” the boy growled, slick sounds still filling the air. “I’m so fucking hard, wish I had someone’s nice little cunt right here for me to fuck.”

He seemed to be talking to himself, ignoring his viewers for the most part. With a final press to your clit, you exploded. Your heart pounded in your ears, blocking out any sound from the video. But your eyes remained captivated by the sight of him, the way his biceps flexed as he brought himself closer and closer to his end. You envisioned what it would be like to be held in those arms, with his veiny hands holding onto your hips in a bruising grip as he used your body for his pleasure.

When you finally came down, you went slack against your bed. The video was still going, the boy still pumping his cock into the toy. You weakly reached out to stop the video, before going back to your inbox to type out a response.

“Thank you for your tip, I completed your request. Your videos are quite good, I’ll be sure to check out more in the future. Please continue to support me! xoxo simply.cute97”

Jungkook felt a giddy excitement through his body as he began to correspond with you more frequently through the website. He also was frequently your top tipper, resulting in you ending up talking to him more than either of you originally thought.

One morning, he realized he wasn’t able to take it anymore. He needed to get close to you and before he could back out, he took the chance to message you. He nervously pulled up your account to message you, his fingers trembling as he typed out several messages before settling for that would show he was serious but wanting to chat with you.

domjeon09 : It’s me. I was wondering if you were up for a chat? simply.cute97 : hi, yes, what’s up?

You decided to humor him, after all you’d been talking to him a lot anyway and fulfilling requests of his.

domjeon09 : how are you feeling? simply.cute97 : I’m well, how are you? domjeon09 : I’m getting ready for a show…I was wondering if I could…have your number? simply.cute97 : is this a request? I already fulfilled your last request… domjeon09 : no…more like asking hopefully? We’ve been talking for a while and I find you very interesting to talk to…I rather like you.

He knew he was taking a risk confessing such a thing to you. You could take it any way; you could think he was some kind of creep and block him if you wanted. He felt his chest ache at the thought that you’d think he was some kind of freak and he’d never get a chance to get close to you.

domjeon09 : sorry if that was too forward…I don’t want to scare you. simply.cute97 : no, not at all! I was just trying to figure out why you would like me… domjeon09 : you really have no idea, huh babygirl? simply.cute97 : huh? domjeon09 : you’re a precious little girl. Everyone’s enamored by you on this hellsite. You’re a virgin but you’re doing such dirty things on this website. It’s a serious turn on. Doesn’t hurt that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Before you could type in a response to his words, he was already sending another one.

domjeon09 : shit, I gotta go get ready for the show. i’d really appreciate it if you dropped your number. See you, babygirl. x domjeon09 is now offline.

Jungkook stepped away from his computer with a newfound confidence coursing through his body. This was going to be it; either he would return to find your number or he would return to find he’d been blocked with a few cuss words thrown at him from you. He shook his head, what was he thinking; you didn’t even cuss.

Jungkook pressed the button to start the show, smirking as his viewers piled in by the dozens underneath his mask.

“Hey everyone,” He said, waving a little at them. “Usually I’d wait for more people to come in but I gotta say, I’m so fucking hard I can’t wait.”

He ignored the comments in favor of unzipping his jeans to let out his cock. He shivered at the feeling of the cool air in his room, making goosebumps erupt all over his flesh. Reaching to his table, he grabbed some warming lubricant he liked to use, pouring a generous amount into his palm before he gripped himself again. He spread the lube all over his member, biting his lip at the wet sound it produced. He couldn’t help but think about the sounds your wet cunt would make when he slid his cock inside of you. He hissed as his member twitched in his own grip.

“Fuck, I’m so ready,” He growled to himself.

Slowly, he began to pump his cock in his hand, the warming lubricant doing its job very well. He squeezed himself, drawing out a moan from his throat. He imagined it was your hot little cunt squeezing him as he made you cream all over him.

“I’ve got something special to do today,” He croaked out, his voice sounding fucked already.

Quickly, not wanting to lose a second of pleasure, he got set up. He positioned a pillow, folded over before he grabbed his trusty fleshlight, sliding it in the fold of the pillow. Unable to hold himself back, he slid his well-lubricated cock into the toy.

“Fuck!” He cried out, his body going taught at the pleasure he felt.

Immediately, he started a breakneck pace, pounding into the toy while imagining it was your wet walls hugging him. The slick sound of the lube on his cock with the toy being fucked made that slick, dirty sound return.

He felt himself get closer to his orgasm as he fucked himself down into the toy. Oh, how he wished it was you beneath him, not some stupid toy set up. He knew how you looked when you came from a toy, but he wondered how you could come from having his thick, hard cock buried deep inside you as you cried out his name is euphoria.

“I’m gonna cum,” He panted, slowing his pace to draw out the last build up of pleasure before finally, he gave one last thrust into the toy. Then, he exploded, his vision was filled with white and his thighs trembled in pleasure.

Panting and spent, he pulled out, wincing at the sensitivity. Tucking his soft cock back into his jeans, he gave his goodbyes to his views before ending the stream.

He was about to log out but a message notification stopped him. His heart sped up as he saw it was you and you had attached your phone number.

He hadn’t felt like this to talk to a girl since high school, it made him giddy.

To: princess [5:25AM] it’s jeon x

From: princess [9:42AM] hi…

To: princess [9:50AM] you’re so shy, babe. how are you?

From: princess [9:52AM] I’m sleepy, I just woke up. How are you?

To: princess [9:52AM] I’m pretty good. Though, I have to admit, I had an ulterior motive in getting your phone number…

From: princess [9:53AM] oh?

To: princess [9:56AM] yea…I noticed you live in Busan, just like me. I’d love if we could meet up, sweetheart.

His own boldness shocked him. He bit his lip as you began to type out a message, waiting with baited breath for your response.

From: princess [10:03AM] I’d love to meet up…you know the café Times Two? We can meet there next Friday at 6?

To: princess [10:03AM] I…I’d love that.

He smiled.

Thursday

To say you’d been talking a lot with Jeon would be an understatement, you’d even shared your names with each other. His name was Jeon Jungkook and he was 20 years old, which brought you to introduce yourself as well, revealing your identity for the first time to anyone on the website.

He was a sweet guy, you deduced, the two of you had a lot to talk about surprisingly. He mostly got his income from kkams, and his hobbies included dancing and singing. He had even sent you a voice note of him singing and you could say it hammered in a crush into your heart, something he was more than nervous to do. You never thought you’d end up crushing on someone you’d never even seen, solely liking them by the sound of their voice, but here you were.

You were dressed in blue jeans and an oversized sweater, feeling cute and soft. You hoped Jungkook would appreciate it, you knew he liked when you were cute.

You arrived at Times Two, waltzing in to find a table in the corner of the rustic café, out of site of most of the patrons in the place. You opened up your phone to send him a text.

To: Jeon [6:01PM] I’m here, I got the corner table. Xoxo

You watched the minutes tick by before sighing, deciding not to watch the time as it would only make you more antsy. You placed your phone into your purse before you began to fiddle with the end of your sleeve, keeping your eyes down to not make eye contact with anyone.

Suddenly, a cup with your name on it appeared in your field of view. You looked up to see the most beautiful man ever, it took your breath away as you gazed up at him. His shoulders were broad, covered by a tight white t-shirt. His black hair hung in his eyes and he beamed at you, showing off an adorable bunny smile. He had beautiful doe eyes that sparkled as he looked at you, nibbling his bottom lip as if he were nervous. His black hair peeked out from underneath the beanie he wore atop his head. He was gorgeous, you basically forgot how to breath for a moment.

“You’re even cuter in person, baby.” He cooed, chuckling at the blush that erupted on your cheeks.

Slowly, realization dawned on your face, only serving to widen his smile until he could feel the corners of his eyes were crinkling.

“Jungkook,” You whispered, making his heart skip a beat at the sound of his name coming off your lips, watching him take a seat.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but you weren’t expecting someone so…cute. When you talked to him, he seemed so dominant and confident. You couldn’t believe this was the boy you’d watch fuck a fleshlight while dirty talking in a smooth voice with no hint of humiliation at his dirty words and actions.

“The one and only,” He said, placing his own cup down on the table before he took a seat across from you. “I got you a caramel ice coffee.”

“Thank you,” You whispered, taking a sip of the cool drink before smiling.

You were honestly shocked at how well the date went. He was so funny in person, you lost count of how many times he made you laugh. He had a certain charm about him that made your heart beat faster and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He was certainly a lovely character.

You were in the middle of laughing at a story he was telling about his friend Yoongi as he walked you to your car, when his face suddenly turned serious. You watched with wide eyes as he reached across the table to run his thumb over your lips, catching something that was apparently there. Your cheeks flushed as he licked his thumb clean with a smirk.

“Cherry chapstick?” He mumbled, raising a brow when you nodded dumbly.

‘Smooth, Jeon,’ He thought to himself, feeling proud at making you so flustered.

With you heart hammering in your chest, you got into the car and left Jungkook behind.

You were more than happy to say you began to see Jungkook regularly. He was honestly a dream, he treated you with respect and he made you laugh all the time. He was always sure to compliment you and make you feel like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

Jungkook was in the same boat as you, he found himself thinking about you all the time. He was always sure to make you feel beautiful and appreciated. You made him so happy and he never felt luckier to have you around him. He was glad he made the effort to start this ball rolling.

It didn’t take too long for him to formally ask you out, on the outside he had been confident and sure of himself but on the inside, he felt like a nervous 15-year-old who was scared of girls.

One night, you were laid on your bed with him, watching some Disney movie he let you pick out. He was always willing to watch whatever you wanted even if you knew he wasn’t into your choice.

You were cuddled up against him, you head resting on your chest as you smiled at the cute scene on the television. Jungkook’s hand gently rubbed circled on your back, lulling you and also serving to make you heart speed up. He always knew how to make you feel special, even when he didn’t do anything special.

You picked your head up off of his chest to look at him, meeting his eyes and watching a smile spread across his lips. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against those lips. His hand quickly cupped the back of your head to pull you closer against him, not letting you break the kiss. Your lips moved together fluidly, the kiss deepening quickly when his tongue gently flicked against your lips, begging to taste you.

The kiss grew heated, with Jungkook’s hands sliding up your body, pulling your sweater with it to expose your midriff to him. He didn’t ogle the exposed skin, however, only rolling over so he could hover above you to continue to kiss you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your back when his hand slid underneath your shirt, stroking the soft skin he found there. You quickly discovered that he was growing hard against you, lightly grinding his hardening length against you through your layers of clothes.

“Jungkook…” You whimpered, grinding against him. “C-Can we…?”

Jungkook pulled away from you immediately. “Are you sure, babygirl?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “Please, I really want it…”

When he didn’t descend on your body, you cocked your head to the side. You could see the wheels turning in his head as a dirty smirk crossed his lips.

“What do you say, we do something special?”

“Hm? What?”

“As a last video on our channels…how about we do this live?”

Your eyes widened, “You mean…lose my virginity on camera?”

Jungkook smirked. “Exactly,”

You thought it over, you couldn’t deny the idea was certainly hot. Quite honestly, you already felt yourself dripping at the thought of so many people watching someone fuck you for the first time. Biting your lip, you raised your eyes to Jungkook before giving him a firm nod. He smirked, leaning down closer to your face before gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Use your words, sweet girl.”

“Y-Yes…I want that…” Jungkook leaned down and pressed his lips against yours once again in a sweet kiss despite the lust swirling in his eyes and his cock fully hard in his jeans.

You watched as he pushed himself off the bed to get ready to stream. He placed both your laptop on the bed before setting up the camera in the way you instructed him to as you got online and started the stream. Making sure your face was well hidden, out of view of the viewer.

“H-Hi everyone…” You whispered, already feeling your panties stick to your core as you watched Jungkook strip behind the camera. “S-Sorry for this…impromptu stream but…I’ve got something special. Th-This will be my last stream on this account.”

You waved Jungkook over to you and he quickly clambered onto the bed, pinning you down beneath him. He was obviously impatient because he wasted no time in ripping your sweater off of your body, leaving you in nothing but your shorts as you weren’t wearing a bra.

Jungkook moaned, descending to take a pert nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud. You moaned, tossing your head back in pleasure at the sudden stimulation.

His hand got busy as he slid it underneath your shorts and panties to touch your bare cunt for the first time. It was the first time someone other than you touched you so intimately, you felt so sensitive to his rough touch, but he seemed to know exactly where to touch and when as his fingers attacked your clit, swirling around the spasming little bud.

Your back arched as you let out a needy cry of pleasure, his callused fingers felt so good on the sensitive flesh of your clit that it was bordering on overwhelming. You clutched desperately at Jungkook, your nails digging into his biceps as the pleasure mounted. But suddenly, he pulled away from you, taking his hand out of your pants and gazing down at you.

“Get naked for me, princess,” He cooed, sitting up to discard his own underwear as you pulled off your remaining clothes.

Finally, you lay bare beneath him, your hair sprawled out around you and honestly Jungkook had never seen anything so beautiful. Gripping your thighs in his hands, he spread them to expose your wet cunt for the first time to him.

Biting his lip, he slid his fingers between your spread folds, watching as your thighs trembled at the sensation. A low whine escaped your lips, the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, as he slid a slender finger into your pussy. He let out his own moan at the feeling of your tight walls hugging his fingers.

“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking tight, will you be able to take me, I wonder?” He groaned into your ear, kissing your shoulder gently. “But you know? It makes me so hard to think you can’t take what I’ll give you, baby, I love it.”

You whimpered, grinding your hips against his hand, subtly begging for more. You cried out at the stretch as he slid another finger in alongside the first. He paused a moment to feel your walls clamp around the digits as your body tried to adjust to being filled. The feeling was unlike anything you’d ever felt, having something inside you. It was euphoric.

Jungkook’s fingers moved within you, scissoring to stretch your walls. Every once in a while, he would catch the spongy spot on the top wall, making your back arch and cunt squeeze his fingers even tighter.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore as he took his fingers out. You watched as he popped the soaked fingers into his mouth, groaning at your taste.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” He growled. “I’d love to spend hours with my tongue buried in your little cunt, but we’ll save that for another time, yeah baby?”

You nodded, blushing at the thought of having him tongue fuck you. Finally, he positioned himself over you, holding himself up on one arm as he gripped his cock. You whimpered softly when you felt the blunt head of his member prod at your entrance. Ever so gently, he began to slide into you. You had expected pain, but none came, only a slight sting from being stretched but you were so wet and ready that you didn’t experience any serious discomfort. You were thankful to Jungkook to making sure you were well prepared. You knew you made the right choice losing it to him.

By this point you’d both forgotten completely about the live feed of this happening. You were too far gone in pleasure at having him inside you and he was holding back from pounding you with everything he had at finally being hugged by your tight walls.

He started a slow but deep pace, hitting places inside you that you never knew could even exist until Jungkook’s delicious cock finally found them. Your nails dug into his back as you held onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he fucked into you.

“You’re so good baby, you’re doing so good taking my cock inside that pretty little cunt,” Jungkook growled into your ear, making you whimper and clench pathetically around his cock. “You like when I talk to you like that, huh? You dirty little girl.”

“I-I love it, Kookie…” You whined, burying your face into his neck shyly at your own confession, making his heart speed up at how cute you were.

Nothing could compare to the pleasure you were feeling now. No other sensation could be described as even touching the pleasure you were overwhelmed with, not even your favorite hitachi toy. Your back bowed off the bed when his cock brushed against that spot inside you, making you cry out his name.

“Shit, I can’t last long,” Jungkook groaned, dropping himself onto his elbow as he used his other hand to find your clit.

His thumb circled the swollen nub, trying to push you over that edge, smirking when you began to tremble at the sudden pleasure. Your wide eyes stared up at him, unseeing through your pleasure, you were leaking everywhere, leaving a mess all over him and beneath you. He needed to feel you cum around him, to say he was desperate would be an understatement. He needed it. It’s all he could ever want, you to cum around his cock while he took your virginity.

He felt his own cock pulse at the thought.

Finally, you erupted, curling in on yourself as you came. Your walls pulsed around him as he fucked you through your first real orgasm. You got so tight, your cream coating him, holding him tightly inside you. Your cries of pleasure were the most beautiful symphony, one created by him alone.

Suddenly, he pulled out of you, pumping his cock over your quivering body as he came to his own end, the sight of you still cumming sent his pleasure to new heights. He watched as his cum painted your body, claiming you as his. Your legs were tightly closed as you trembled through the aftershocks. Jungkook’s body slowly calmed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your knee.

Glancing over to the laptop, he didn’t even take a look at anything before he ended the stream. Once the laptop was closed, he crashed onto the bed and pulled your still-trembling form against him.

The next morning, you both looked over the comments on your latest video, giggling when you saw the top comment.

WonTaekwoon-ie90 Lucky bastard.

#bts #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts preferences #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #btssmutclub

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It’s that time

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Warning: 18+ NSFW okay,,, alpha Bucky, reader in heat, phone sex, elevator stuff (she gets fingered and they make out idk), road head, choking, A K N I F E, a tiny bit of breeding kink if you squint, sex, reader gets eaten out 😂 I think that’s it

A/N: Reposting because tumblr deleted it the first time round in the snappening. No gifs in this one

You were sitting in your office, filing the last of last months rosters when your heat finally hit you. You had felt it building up that morning on the bus, but prayed that it would hold off until you got home that night, when Bucky could ease the heat and you wouldn’t have to attempt to pleasure yourself in the bathroom. Your body obviously had other plans, as you felt the first wave of heavy warmth flush the lower parts of your belly. You whined and rubbed your thighs together, a pathetic attempt at both creating some sort of friction and trying to cover your scent at the same time.

The last file drops onto your desk, and falls to the bottom of your list of priorities, easing your heat taking precedence. As luck would have it, your phone buzzed, a groan leaves your lips at the thought of having to talk to someone at a time like this. You pick up the phone and a picture of you and Bucky on vacation appears, ‘baby’ in bold text in front of it. You tap the answer button and hold the device to your ear.

“Babyyy, didn’t get my good morning kiss today,” Bucky whines gruffly, a hint of sleep still in his voice. A soft whimper leaves you at the sound of your alphas voice, vibrations landing right in the middle of your heat. Bucky seems to catch onto your whimper and teases, “are you in heat, princess?”

You nod silently and rub your thighs again, then you remember he can’t see you, “…Yeah.”

“Is the sound of my voice making you wet, baby?” Bucky asks, earning a whine in response. “I wanna hear that pretty pussy, baby. Touch yourself for your alpha,” Bucky says, and you rush to lock your office door.

“I could get caught, buck,” you manage to tease.

“I don’t care, let them see what your alpha does to you with just his voice. Take off your panties,” he instructs. He’s met with silence, “you’re not wearing any, are you?” He asks, biting his bottom lip in anticipation. “…No, alpha,” comes your mumbled response.

“Fuck, I wish I was there right now. You sound wrecked already, angel…I’m in half a mind to come and pick you up.” You moan again, but only because you swiped your middle finger through your soaked folds. “Fuck, baby girl. I can hear you from here.” Bucky lets out a groan, and you can hear him slip his hand inside his boxers.

A loud, low growl vibrates through the phone, and you cry out at the sound of your alpha moaning. It’s quiet for a bit, only the sounds of both your panting and the sound of you touching yourself over the phone.

“I’m so close, baby. Are you almost there?” Bucky growls out, you shake your head. “I’m too sensitive. I need you, alpha.” At the sound of your voice breaking, Bucky orgasms… loudly. He chokes out expletives and your name over and over again, you think about how good he probably looks at that moment, hair falling over his face and covering his eyes, strong hands jerking fast and hard around his big cock, hips thrusting recklessly into his hand and sweat dripping down his unbelievably muscular body.

A sigh leaves his lips after a moment. “I’m coming to pick you up, okay? I love you, angel,” he hangs up abruptly, leaving you alone in the office.

15 minutes later you hear his voice through the door, “she messaged me saying she didn’t feel too good, I’m gonna take her to the doctors for a checkup.” A knock resounded on your door a moment later, and then it pushed open when you choked out a “come in.”

Your boss leaned against your office door, arms crossed over her chest, a most unimpressed look on her face. The tone in which she next spoke was so damn fake, it was obviously directed at Bucky rather than you.

“SWEETIE! You shoulda told me you weren’t feeling well.” The dry glare never left her eyes, the smile that drew across her lips tightly would’ve better suited a murderous clown.

You smiled meekly, eyes not meeting hers, but rather Bucky’s, whose eyes were harbouring a mischievous glimmer. He winked at you, and you looked away, facing your boss.

“Well off you trot then! Your friend here says you have a doctors appointment!” Friend. There it is, the admission that she wanted your boyfriend.

You stood up from your desk, grabbing your bag on the way out and slamming the door. Bucky grabs your hand in his and your boss glares down at it.

“Lovely to meet you! Let’s go, baby,” Bucky farewells and you smirk. He’d picked up on it too.

Her smile faltered, but she never missed a beat. “See ya!” She retreated back into her office. Bucky drags you into the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly until it closes.

When the metal doors finally close, he backs you into the corner and lifts you by the backs of your thighs onto the hand rails. You wrap your legs around his waist without a thought, this was second nature. “SWEETIE!” He mocks, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. He pulls away just as quickly as he started, and you lean forward, chasing his lips in an intoxicated haze. “Kisses, alpha,” you whine and he chuckles darkly.

“We have plenty of time for that later, angel. But we only have 12 more floors until we get to the lobby, where everyone is gonna see your alpha fucking you until you cum everywhere,” Bucky threatens, and you blush.

“What’re you waiting for then, alpha,” you say bravely, and he smirks. He pushes your skirt further up your thighs, his bruising touch massaging your thighs. “Feels so good, alpha. Please… more.” You moan, he knew how sensitive your thighs were.

He attacked your neck, sucking as many hickeys as he could on your sweet spot. You gasped when he slid two fingers in you, and he bit down on the place where your neck meets your shoulder. “Bucky, holy shit. Please please please,” you whimpered breathlessly. He fucked his fingers in and out of you relentlessly, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“7 floors, angel,” he breathed out against your neck. He moved his mouth to your lips, and kissed you hard. Your tongues meshed together, loud lip smacking noises echoed around the elevator. The knot in the depths of your belly swelled, the heat spreading throughout your body. You could feel you were about to come, and Bucky could too. “Come on, princess. I don’t feel like waiting any longer,” he sped up his fingers, and his thumb rubbed your clitwith a little more applied pressure, just the way you liked it.

Your moans came out in pants, hitting Bucky in the face. “Fuck!” You cried out, and squirted all over Bucky’s fingers and onto the floor. You pressed your forehead to Bucky’s chest, coming down from your orgasm. You stood wobbly legged and fixed your skirt, when the elevator dinged and opened the door.

“Damn,” Bucky chuckled, tasting you on his fingers as you walked through the lobby. The knot in your stomach tightening as you observed him, blissfully ignorant to the staring gaze of everyone in the lobby.

Pulling the door open, he let you walk out first. Warmth filling your cheeks as you spied his car parked out the front. Devising a plan to get him off on the way home, wanting to taste him. Have him fill your mouth with his seed.

Bucky turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life. He pulled the stick shift into gear, and drove out of the parking lot. You stared out of the window, looking out at the horizon and trying to focus on it to distract yourself. Bucky started tracing shapes and letters onto your thigh, and that made you antsy. “Stop it,” you blurt out, your tone definitely coming off as bitchy. His fingers slip off of your thigh and back onto the steering wheel faster than you could retract your previous statement.

“Sorry,” you both respond in unison, tiny, bashful smiles gracing both your faces. Bucky veers onto the highway, humming along to the song on the radio that’s playing and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in place of a drum. You adjust the way you’re sitting, turning your body so that you’re facing directly towards your alpha. You lean across the middle compartment and rest your elbow on it, cupping your chin with your hand. Bucky peeks a look at you, and you grin. “What is it, babydoll?”

You shrug, “s’nothing, don’t worry about it.” He takes another look at you, but you say nothing, actions speak louder than words anyway.

Uncupping your face, you reach over and place your hand gently on Bucky’s crotch, squeezing it just enough to get a rise out of your alpha.

“I’m trying to focus on the road, y/n,” he warned half-heartedly, he was enjoying this almost as much as you were. “Then focus on the road,” you giggled. You lifted off of your seat, and leaned over the compartment even more so you could lick a stripe over his covered cock. His hips jutted in response, making you laugh.

“Don’t start something you–ugh–don’t plan on finishing,” he moaned while you continued teasing him. “Who says I don’t plan on finishing, alpha?” You unbutton his pants and pat his thigh gently, he lifts his hips so you can pull the material further down his legs. You look up at Bucky momentarily, whose grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles turn white, his face flushed pink, and his jaw clenched. You lick another stripe this time, but you get a mouthful of pre-come. “My alpha,” you moan, mouth muffled by Bucky’s thick cock.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Bucky croaks, misinterpreting your pause for one of hesitation. You roll your eyes and yank down his boxers, you grab him by the base of his cock and squeeze firmly. Your action is met by a surprised thrust, you pause again, wanting him to beg or even thrust into your hand again. “You’ll kill me if you stop,” Bucky pleaded. You exhaled a deep breath through your mouth, and slid his cock down your throat. “Fuck!” He hissed, taking his hands off the wheel and threading his hands through your hair.

“Hands on the wheel!” You squeaked, sliding off of him. “That was fucking dangerous! Why’d you let me do that?!” Bucky chided, and turned off at the nearest exit, pulling into a private parking lot. You took him into your mouth again, but all the way this time, not stopping until he hit the back of your throat. “Such a good girl for me, fuck” he groaned, caressing your head with one of his hands and pulling your hair slightly. You pulled back off of his cock slightly, but kept sucking and sucking and jerking what wasn’t in your mouth with your hand. You grabbed his balls with your spare hand, squeezing the sack slightly. “Fuck, baby!” His hips stuttered, thrusting particularly hard into your mouth and making you gag on his cock.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. I want you to pull off, okay? You don’t have to swallow,” your alpha warned tenderly. You bobbed your head up and down, trying to pick up speed while avoiding another choking incident. Bucky started swearing again, and against his better judgement, took your face in his hands again. You looked up at him, and he down at you. You nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted. His eyebrows raised, “you sure?” You nodded again, “you’ll kill me if you stop, alpha.”

He began fucking your face, thrusting fast and hard into your mouth, and you took each thrust as if it were a gift from God. “Fuck, baby. Look at you, taking this cock so well baby. I’m gonna cum, fuck,” you reached out again and fondled his balls. His hips faltered mid-thrust, and his cum shot down your throat in spurts. You could feel his cock softening with each shot, and you swallowed every last bit of cum until he pulled out of your mouth.

“Taste so good, alpha,” you told him, swiping your thumb at the corner of your mouth to catch some cum that had spilled out. Sucking the digit into your mouth, his eyes darkened as he watched.

Bucky had been tense the rest of the drive home after you decided it was smart to blow him while he drove. Keeping half an eye on you to make sure you weren’t going to put either of you in danger by trying that again. But fuck, he wanted it to happen again. He knew it was just your heat taking control, but shit, he loved how eager you were to please him.

You were scrolling through Instagram mindlessly, silently willing bucky to speed up just a bit more so that you would actually make it home before the heat hit again. Your right hand maneuvered silently across the compartment once more, you’d only intended to hold your alpha’s hand. Bucky hisses when your hand bumps his thigh, “doll.” You turn your phone off, and stare Bucky in the eye as you clasped your hand and one of his together. You exhale loudly so he caught the hint, you didn’t plan on potentially causing another accident.

The specific sound of gravel being crushed by the car interrupted your thoughts, you were home. You unclasped your hand from bucky’s and push open your door. “I was gonna-,”

you interjected, “I got it. Just open the goddamn door.” Bucky grimaced slightly at you being snappy at him, he’d soon show you who was in charge. He jangled the key in the hole and pushed the door open. You entered the house, Bucky following in suit behind you.

You heard the door slam behind you, and then you were pushed against the door. “You think you’re in charge now, baby girl? I could just leave you like this, let you suffer through your heat alone, fucking your sweet pussy with your fingers to hold off the tension that’s building in the pit of your belly. I know you don’t think you’re gonna get my seed when you’re being a little brat for me, for your alpha. Do you?” You whimpered, averting your eyes from meeting his. “Answer me, huh?” He grabbed you by the chin with his metal hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Please,” you stammer, and a wolfish grin spreads across bucky’s face. “Please, what?” Bucky retorts, hand sliding from your chin down to your throat. You moan as his hand clasps around you, and tightens the grip. “You want me to choke you, princess? That what you want?” You nod breathlessly, trying to fight the smile that’s threatening to spill across your flushed cheeks.

You grab him by the material of his jeans, and force him towards you until his cock bumps against your crotch. Bucky groans on impact, and presses his lips against yours harshly. The kiss is all tongues and teeth, you struggle to unbutton his jeans and yank them from his slender hips.

Bucky swats your hand away, pulling the material down himself. You pull back from the kiss, and bite your lip as you stare down at his painfully hard erection. “I think you need me as much as I need you, alpha.” Bucky growls and throws you over his shoulder, and then marches through your apartment until he reaches the bedroom. He throws you down on the bed and makes quick work of removing his shirt. You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching the show your alpha was putting on.

He discards the shirt onto the floor, and slides his hand down his chest, his abdomen, and down his pants. “Fuck,” he chokes out, jerking his cock slowly. Your mouth begins to salivate at the sight of your alpha fucking his hand, you stalk closer towards him, trying to get in on the action. “Uh uh, princess. Did I say you could touch?” Dickhead! You begin to shimmy off your skirt so you can play too, but Bucky has other ideas. “Don’t you fucking dare, you’ve been playing games all day. Now you can play mine,” he stops thrusting into his hand and opens the bedside table, and takes out an object that you can’t quite figure out. “What is it?”

Bucky doesn’t answer and climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. “Buck-” you’re interrupted by a tearing noise, you look down and see Bucky slicing your skirt open with a knife. He doesn’t stop until your skirt is completely ripped in half, and then throws the flimsy material onto the floor by his shirt. He smiles at you, not in the way that makes you think “oh he loves me”, but in a “he’s going to ruin me” type of way. You expect him to put the knife away, it had served its purpose. But he looks at you again, “do you trust me, baby?” You nod fervently, you didn’t trust anyone more than you did Bucky. “Use your words, angel,” he pushes.

“Yes, Bucky. I trust you,” you respond. He spreads your thighs further apart, and then slides the flat edge of the knife against your clit. “Ohhh, alpha,” you moan at the cool sensation. “I knew you’d like that, baby”, Bucky smirks, and then lifts the knife away from you. You mewl at the loss of contact, making grabby hands at your alpha. Bucky slides the knife slowly up your body, a tingling sensation following the cool trail until he reaches your neck and knicks it slightly. A drop of blood leaks from the cut and you stare at it, “what the hell was that for?”

Bucky stares down at you, laps up the blood with his tongue and then kisses you fiercely. “Can I mark you, baby? Want you forever, wanna fill you with my seed and watch you swell with my pups,” Bucky whispers in your ear, grinding his hips against yours, his thick cock sliding through your folds and you mewl softly. You nod faster than you ever have before, “yes, alpha. Wanna be yours forever.” Bucky kisses you again, smiling as he does so.

“I have a feeling this is the one, baby,” he cradles your face in his hands and pauses to look at you. “You sure you want this?” You nod, and grasp his cock in your hand, guiding it towards your entrance. “Please,” that’s all he needs to hear, as he slides inside of you slowly, inch by inch until he bottoms out. You both moan at the feeling of finally being connected, this time it feels different, you’re finally his, and he’s yours.

He pulls out slowly, until only his head is inside you, and then thrusts in again, leaving you breathless. His thrusts are animalistic, and you feel like you can see stars, witness the creation of the universe just from how deep and hard Bucky is fucking you. “Feels so good, baby. Feels so- fuck, so good,” Bucky grunts, and lifts your left leg onto his shoulder so he can fuck into you at a better angle. “Am I making you feel good, princess? Is your alpha fucking you through your heat- shit, you’re so tight,” he bucks into you especially roughly, a sign he’s getting closer to cumming.

You nod, and begin rubbing your clit so you can finish at the same time. You’re panting now, feeling the heat begin to grow in your belly. Bucky’s thrusts are erratic, and he’s swearing and moaning out your name. “Give it to me, alpha. Wanna feel you cum in me,” you mewl, and then Bucky yells out a “fuck me!” And then he fills you up white spurts of his hot cum. You feel a little disappointed that he came before you, but stare down at your pussy that’s leaking with cum. Bucky wipes the sweat off his body, and then peaks a glance at you. “I can smell your disappointment from here, baby,” he chuckles, and then climbs onto the bed again. “I’m not even close to done with you. Spread those legs for me,” you comply with his instructions, spreading your legs apart.

He runs a finger through the folds of your pussy, and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Bucky tuts at you, “ya have that little faith in me, princess? Guess I’m gonna have to prove to you I’m the best you’ve ever had,” Bucky smirks, and you can’t help but smile. Bucky lowers his face towards your pussy, and blows a long, hot breath directly onto your clit. “Holy- alpha, please,” you moan.

“Please what,” he laps his tongue against your pussy once and you swear you can see the universe aligning. “Please- fuck, please eat my pussy. Fuck, please,” you choke out, but it’s all Bucky needs. He engulfs your clit with his mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive nub and you scream. “Fuck, fuck, feels so good,” you fist his hair in your hands and push his face further into your pussy. Bucky chuckles, and the vibrations land in your pussy, making you moan even louder, “fuck my face, baby. Take what’s yours,” Bucky says against you, inserting two fingers into your pussy. You rut your hips against his face, unable to control yourself anymore, “so close, alpha. Fuck- so close,” Bucky moans against your pussy, “I don’t feel like waiting any longer, princess. Cum in my mouth,” and you do. You scream out in pleasure, grinding your hips against Bucky’s face like it’s your religion in an attempt to ride out your orgasm.

Bucky pushes up from the bed and takes you into his arms, your face to his chest. You both lay there in silence, enjoying your post-coital cuddles. “I love you, you know that?”

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Shatter Me - Chapter One

Title: Shatter Me

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3710

Summary: The Winchesters were your world. After joining their hunter ranks, you quickly became attached to the brothers. After a successful hunt, you insist on going out celebrating with the boys – only for a loose end to catch up with you. You’re trapped in a world without hunger, thirst and the Winchesters. With the brothers beside themselves, they make preparations to say goodbye until Dean starts to connect to you through his dreams. Little do they know that you’re much closer than they think…

Warnings: 18+, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, language, bit o fluff, slow burn, angst

A/N: Ok guys, here it is - Chapter One of my first ever SPN fanfiction! I’ve had to split this chapter into two as it was around 9,000 words (oops) If you are reading this, thank you so much for giving me a moment of your time! It is a bit of a slow burn (ish) but I hope you will enjoy it!

Also any mistakes are my own, please do not repost my work anywhere however reblogs are fine and welcome :)

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Chapter One

With a slam of the Impalas trunk, it was the sure satisfying sound that this hunt was over. You looked to the side of you to see Dean with a smug smile on his face. It wasn’t a simple case by any means, but it was a case with witches which always provided a bit of a challenge. Dean looked at you and winked to which you rolled your eyes. You had been with the Winchesters for just over a year, coming together when you were both hunting a pack of werewolves and you managed to save the brothers from an ambush.

You only agreed to join them on a couple of more hunts as you enjoyed flying solo, but the boys had their convincing ways. Sam was impressed with your researching expertise and your way around a laptop and Dean, well Dean was impressed with how you carried yourself. No fuss, no drama, just a lady who knows her way around weaponry and monster lore. When the day came where you were going to part ways, the boys drew up and pretty convincing list of why you should stay with them. So here you are, a year later and about to hop in the back of Dean’s Impala to head home with the brothers who you considered family.

You walked to the drivers’ side of the car, your hand resting on the sleek silver passenger door handle as you looked towards the town. Sure, you could hop into the car and do the twelve hour journey back to the bunker but you were feeling the buzz, the adrenaline from the hunt. You didn’t want to waste it sitting in the back seat, annoying Dean as he was driving and asking Sammy a thousand questions to test his lore knowledge. No, you wanted to drink, dance, sing terrible karaoke and maybe even get laid.

Dean noticed your hesitance as he opened the driver’s door “You alright sweetheart?” He questioned, the term of endearment towards you making you smile.

“I’m fine De, but…” You hesitated and looked past him again, towards the town “I’m just not ready to go home yet. Let’s go to a bar, celebrate, we did good today” You suggested, earning a slight chuckle from Dean. He looked over towards Sam who was leaning against the passenger door frame, looking your way.

“What you reckon Sammy? Whisky, Women and a fine motel room?” Dean grinned, swinging his car keys around his finger.

Sam smiled and nodded “Sure, why not, we could use a break”

You jumped on the spot excitedly before getting into the back of the impala, it had been a while since your last bar crawl. Sure, you weren’t planning on getting absolutely wasted but you wanted to let your hair down and have some fun. You heard the roar of the impala and leaned back into your seat, fingers playing with your hair. Tonight would be a good night.

You caught Dean’s eye in the rear view mirror and saw the gentle creases of his eyes as he smiled warmly at you. Your stomach flipped. In secret, you loved those little glances he gave you, the way his voice sounded when he called you sweetheart, the way he had grown to become protective over you on hunts. You always carried yourself as this strong, independent, knowledgeable woman but the hunter life was lonely and Dean…well Dean just got you. He was the one man that you didn’t have to be strong around but, you wouldn’t let him know that, his head was big enough without you inflating his ego even more.

Yes, you liked Dean Winchester but you know that he would never like you back. You were his best friend, his little sister and you had become comfortable with the fact you were friend zoned a long time ago. That didn’t mean that you don’t still crave his attention, the little touches and in jokes you had between you. You knew tonight you were going to make just that little extra effort just to earn a double glance, it was like a drug you craved, something that kept you going day to day. Then when it comes to the evening and inevitably, you watch Dean go home with some busty toned woman, you’d strap on your armour and find yourself a distraction from your Dean addiction. A mediocre night with a random stranger who would give you an alright orgasm and then leave to go about his business.

You scoffed under your breath at the thought, stretching a little in the backseat as the impala pulled up in the motel parking lot. Maybe tonight would be a little different, maybe Dean would glance your way for a change, maybe there would be no toned busty beauties that would hold his attention. Maybe, just maybe you’d admit your feelings towards the eldest brother. You looked at your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers at the thought. Like hell that would ever happen.

Your thought process was broken by Sam opening the Impala door “I’ll go grab us some rooms” he announced, a spring in his step as he approached the motel reception. It’s nice to see Sam let off some steam once in a while. He was mostly all work and no play so when nights like this happened, you were always determined to ensure Sam had a good time.

You leant forward, arms leaning on the bench seat in front of you before ruffling the back of Dean’s hair, earning you a slight scowl from the green eyed Winchester. You chuckled, a smile playing on your lips as you watched his half ditched attempt to sort out his hair. What you wouldn’t give to be able to run your fingers through that hair every night, tugging it slightly as he came down onto you. You took a deep breath and willed the thought away, this man was far too perfect for you to be under, at any given time.

You looked back to Dean, who was still attempting to get his hair back in the perfect position and you nudged him gently “So, you gonna be on the prowl for ladies tonight Winchester?” Why, you thought. Why do you do this to yourself every single time? It’s like you enjoy torturing yourself over the things you couldn’t have. But you couldn’t help it, you had to ask these questions, hoping that maybe one day, he would surprise you with his answer.

Dean stopped looking in his rear view mirror and turned to look at you “Who knows, maybe. Play your cards right sweetheart, it could be you I’ll be coming back with” He winked, a small smile playing on his lips as his eyes scanned your face.

You grinned and looked down, doing anything you could to prevent the heat from blushing your cheeks. He made the same joke every time. Same old Dean, same old answer, same old blush.

“Oh honey, do you ever get bored of giving me that answer? You know I’d break you” you winked back. Two could play at this game and you wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off his face.

“Not if I broke you first” He replied, his grin getting wider as his eyebrows wiggled suggestively.

You couldn’t help but snigger at his actions all the while squeezing your thighs together to prevent the arousal that was beginning to pool between your legs. The thoughts flowing through your mind weren’t exactly helping. The thought of Dean fucking you into the mattress until you couldn’t walk straight, the idea of him pinning you up against a motel wall and ripping off your underwear only to feel his three day old stubble grazing your thighs…yeah…not helping.

“…and how would that go exactly?” You countered, your voice wavering only slightly not wanting him to catch on to the effect he was having on you.

Dean smiled and pulled his bottom lip through his teeth and he looked away, chuckling. There wasn’t many a time where Dean wouldn’t come back with some sort of smutty remark so you considered this a victory. You smiled wider as you leant back into your seat, the flirting was nothing new. Hell, you and Dean did it all the time. Sam had more than once mentioned that Dean had met his match and he had no idea who had the dirtier mind.

The impala door opening brought you from your thoughts and you smiled as Sam ducked his head down just through the frame “There is only one room left for tonight but it has two queen beds and a sofa bed”

Sharing a room with the boys wasn’t nothing new, it had happened on more than one occasion. All of you rotating around so you share the comfort of the beds and the un-comfy sofa bed equally. You grabbed your duffel from the side of you, exited the Impala and walked around to Sam who held the key in his hand.

“Well...dibs on the first shower!” You declared, snatching the key from Sam’s hand before bolting towards the motel door.

“Son of a bitch Sammy!” Dean shouted “Grab the bags” He declared as he jumped out from behind the steering wheel and started running after you.

Looking over your shoulder you giggled as you saw Dean making chase. Childish as it was, this happened near enough every time you stayed at a motel. It was a race for the first shower and if you were honest, you weren’t much for getting into the shower after two grown men had done god knows what under the hot pressured spray. Oh yeah, you’ve been in that situation before. Hearing rugged hushed moans through the bathroom door as you waited for your turn to wash off the monster guts, only to be greeted with an orgasm glowing doe eyed Dean when the door swung open. Now as nice as the image of naked Dean jacking off in the shower was, it wasn’t with you or on you so going into the shower which had been the scene of his one handed show, made you feel a little uncomfortable. Who knew if he’d washed it all away this time? What if he missed a bit and you stood on it? The thought made you shudder.

You reached the door and desperately tried to get the key in the hole, stifling laughter as you did so. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you saw Dean in your peripheral vision catching up to you. You were just about to turn the key in the lock when Dean’s body was pinned up against your back, holding you up against the door. His arms reaching for yours as he pulled you backwards laughing as you screamed and kicked your legs out. You managed to wriggle one arm free and turned to grab hold of Dean’s ear, pinching it ever so slightly making him lean to one side “Ahh dammit Y/N!”

You laughed as you saw him squirm enough to let go of your other hand so you took your chance to get him into a headlock, only to have Deans arms circle around your middle and under your legs, lifting you into a bridal position with no effort what so ever. A squeal left your lips and you started to wriggle, making it impossible for Dean to keep his hold of you. You looked to your left to see Sam squaring in on the door with the bags in hand and you knew you couldn’t let either of them win this war.

You wriggled free of Dean’s grasp just as Sam opened the lock and you ran as fast as you could towards the youngest brother. Just as Sam opened the door you were through but his large hands caught your wrist “C’mon Sammy, let me go and I promise I’ll support whatever healthy eating habit you’re on and all of the food runs I do over the next week will be to salad bars”

Sam let out a hearty laugh as he watched your eyes widen when you saw Dean walking closer towards you. “You really think I’m going to let you win after that promise Y/N? Rabbit food, really?” Dean shouted, a boyish grin painting his face.

You silently pleaded with Sam whilst smiling and just as he let your wrist go, Dean came charging into the motel room and practically tackled you onto the bed.

“Sammy go, go!” He shouted, all the while pinning you down and stifling laughter. Dean was near enough straddling your waist and you couldn’t control the heat that suddenly flushed throughout your body. You struggled as Dean fought to restrain your hands above your head, albeit you struggled half-heartedly as this position was a delight to be in. You huffed as your struggles slowed but you caught Dean’s eyes as you did so, your movement slowing completely. His beautiful green orbs were staring straight into you, they held a softness that you don’t get to see very often and it calmed you. You felt the heat rushing into your cheeks as his eyes bore into yours and your breathing became laboured. The more you tried to keep it steady, the more unsteady it became.

The moment was over as quickly as it had started as the sound of Sam picking up his bag and running into the bathroom quickly gained the attention of you and Dean. You watched as Sam strode to the bathroom with ease, a smug smile on his face aimed towards you as he shut the door, the sound of him locking it signalling your defeat. You threw your head back onto the bed, your hair spraying over the cover “Oh come on, I dibbed it you assholes”

You sighed in frustration, albeit friendly but still, was it too much to ask just to shower first ever now and again? You threw your head to the side, your stare very much focused on the bathroom door. Dean chuckled as he looked down towards your submissive form “You take ages in the shower, admit it” He teased, his hands still firmly pinning yours to the bed.

You rolled your eyes as you slowly brought your head back to the centre position, your breath hitching in your throat as you noticed that Dean seemed to be closer to you than he was before. His hips and lower stomach were just grazing over yours, the tight black shirt he was wearing showing the toned figure underneath, the red flannel shirt he was wearing over the top was open and was hanging either side of your frame, the sleeves rolled up just before his elbow.

You would be lying if you said that your underwear wasn’t a little bit damp right now. Dean was close enough so you could see the few freckles that dusted across his nose and cheeks, his scent of mint, leather and gun powder was intoxicating. You tried to compose yourself, clearing your throat and confidently looking him in the eye “Well I have to make myself look pretty somehow, beauty sleep doesn’t cover it on its own” You said it as best and as confidently as you could, trying to throw the green eyed Winchester of any scent that would scream that you were attracted to him.

Dean grinned slightly as his eyes scanned your face. It wasn’t the cocky shit eating grin you were used to when it came to this flirting rodeo. It was soft, sweet and sincere. He huffed slightly as he broke eye contact, his gaze travelling down to your lips “You don’t need to make yourself look pretty sweetheart’”

Before your brow could crease with confusion, the shit eating grin spread across his lips and you were back in familiar territory “Aww sweet, that some sort of compliment?” You shot back, you wrists wriggling in his grasp.

Dean let out an exasperated breath and looked down, you always had a hard time believing you were beautiful. Dean would watch you on nights out at a bar, backhanding compliments men gave you, deflecting them in some way. You were never vocal about how you felt about yourself, especially in front of the boys. You always thought they would think you were fishing for a compliment, which you weren’t. You saw yourself as normal, not drop dead gorgeous, just normal. You liked food; carbs and grease. You liked the occasional beer and whiskey. You liked that you wore minimal make up every day because it made you feel damned good when you decide to go all out. That was you and you were happy with that, unbeknownst to you, so was Dean.

You felt Deans grip around your wrists loosen which snapped you out of your ten second thought. His head was still dipped low and as you shifted your view slightly, you saw he had a perfect view of your breasts and he was taking it all in. How they rose and fell with each steady breath. A smirk found its way onto your lips as you had found your advantage. You moved your legs slightly ensuring they were in the position you needed them to be in. You silently thanked your past self for dressing in a tank top just so you could take advantage of it for this moment. You clamped your legs either side of his hips and in one swift motion, you’d rolled him over onto his back, your hands now clutching his above his head, your breasts dangerously close to his face.

“Goddammit sweetheart” Dean almost growled. He was surprised, impressed and incredibly turned on. He had no idea how you hadn’t seen or felt the growing bulge in his jeans. He wet his bottom lip with his tongue as he looked up at you.

You dipped your head lower, your gaze switching between his eyes and his lips. You purposefully brushed yourself against his chest, lowering yourself just enough to whisper in his ear “Your first rule of fighting Dean, don’t get distracted”

Within seconds, the bathroom door had opened and you jumped off Dean, grabbed your duffel and practically shoved Sam out of the room. You locked the door behind you, turned around and leant your back up against it. The throbbing between your legs was getting a bit too much to ignore. You felt like a giddy teenager all over again, you were just missing the female best friend and the late night phone call where you curl your hair around your finger. You and Dean always flirted, always play fought, you’ve trained together and been that close before. Why was this time any different? You pondered that thought as you gently bit your lower lip, you enjoyed his weight on top of you, and enjoyed being the weight on top of him. Turning on the shower, you started to undress. Maybe it was your turn to have a little fun of your own under the hot water.

Back in the motel room, Dean sat himself up on the bed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck slowly. He looked up to see Sam staring at him, a bemused expression on his face. “What?” Dean stated flatly.

Sam sniggered, his eyebrows raised “What was all that about?”

Dean rolled his eyes as he ran his hand through his hair “What was what about?” He replied, a slight annoyance in his voice.

The youngest Winchester shook his head as he stuffed his clothes from the hunt back into his duffel bag “Dude, Y/N was straddling you when I opened the bathroom door” Sam stated, a coy smile on his face.

Dean scoffed “We were just… play fighting” It wasn’t a lie, it started off as just play fighting however the thoughts that were going through his mind as he pinned you on the bed were somewhat explicit. Maybe he just needed to get laid tonight, he thought.

“Yeah right” Sam chuckled, noticing Dean’s faraway look “So does play fighting normally include you looking so flustered?” Sam teased as Dean locked eyes with his younger brother. Dean felt the tips of his ears turn pink and he frowned in annoyance.

“What-shush Sammy. You don’t know what you’re on about” Dean snapped as he began to take off his boots.

Sam suppressed his knowing smile, it had been clear to him for a while that his big brother had feelings towards you, even though you both called it harmless flirting. Although Sam knew that his brother would never admit to such a thing, always putting everyone else before himself “Uh huh” Sam sighed as he sat in front of his newly set up laptop, intent on distracting himself with some research on any nearby cases before they headed out for the night. As much as Dean would deny it to Sam, or to anyone, he had started to feel differently around you. He enjoyed the harmless flirting, he enjoyed training you at the shooting range back at the bunker and he enjoyed the nights out you all had together. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that he just enjoyed spending time with you. Dean took a deep breath and he sighed, running a hand over his face before finishing by scratching at his stubble. You had stirred feelings within him that he hadn’t felt for a very long time, feelings that he was currently trying to disguise by pulling on the material of his jeans as discreetly as he could.

Whatever these feelings were, he knew he had to supress them and push them deep down. You couldn’t know how he felt and neither could anyone else. He couldn’t have a weakness that any demon or monster could take advantage of. He kept telling himself in his head that he didn’t deserve you, he couldn’t bear to be without you, and so he needed to keep you safe. That meant keeping you at arm’s length.

That was the right decision, wasn’t it?

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Beware of The Elephant - Chapter 8 - Edge

Dave’s mind is playing tricks on him. (TW: self-harm)

written before ep 6 came out. reposting this because it wasnt showing up in the tag anymore?? and the tagging didnt work??? wtf is this broken ass hellsite

Read on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/21035054/chapters/50367110

Mustering a coherent thought was proving more difficult by the minute.

Dave paced back and forth in the stuffy hospital room, urging his body to keep moving; he was afraid that if he stopped, the bone-deep exhaustion would overtake him and he’d never get up again.

He rubbed at his face; his palms were a bit too warm to his liking, and slightly clammy. He and the others had been up for about sixty hours now, and the modafinil wouldn’t keep them awake much longer. They’d soon be due for a new dose.

After scanning the other sicko in the back room, Linda has figured whatever was causing people to die only kicked in when the subject entered REM sleep. She’d kicked them out and had been hauled up in an office since then, trying to figure out a way for them to get some shut-eye without entering that particular sleep cycle.

It… wasn’t going so well, if the frustrated groans coming through her door were any indication.

Dave sighed, massaging his temples; he could feel a pretty bad migraine incoming. Maybe he should go ask Linda for some ketoprofen…

But then something moved in the corner of his vision, and his whole body froze; a quiet, high-pitched giggling slithered its way into his ear, eerie and invasive.

Daviiiiiiiiiie~

“No,” he choked, eyes widening. He felt his heart beating hard and fast in his ribcage, something cold spreading into his bones. “No, no no no fuck no please no-”

His vision swam, growing in and out of focus as his breathing got faster and shallower. He could see dark, undefined shapes appearing all around the room; on the beds, on the shelves, all over the floor and even the ceiling-

“It’s not real,” he mumbled to himself, clenching his fists; his nails dug into his palms, the pain barely keeping him from falling apart here and now. “It’s not fucking real. Linda said this would happen. I’m just losing my shit. ‘S not real, not real, not real…”

The night guard kept repeating those words like a mantra as he propped his back against the wall; he slid to the floor, his legs shaking too hard to support his own weight any longer. He closed his eyes but the giggling didn’t stop, growing louder and louder; it was coming from every corner of the room now. The little fuckers were taunting him, mocking him, toying with him-

He felt something brush against his arm and he almost screamed. He bit his lip to keep the sounds in, burrowing his head in his arms, forehead pressing so hard against his knees that strange colors danced in the darkness behind his eyelids. “Shut up,” he whined, his right hand reaching mindlessly into his coat pocket. “Shut up shut up shut up shut up- ”

His hand came back out clutching a red, worn down swiss army knife. He didn’t register what he was doing in his panicked state, his body moving on autopilot.

And when the blade slashed against his forearm, it almost took him by surprise.

His head snapped up, eyes flying open in shock and pain, mouth opening up in a strangled gasp; he felt like a drowning man, reaching out to the surface to gulp down sweet, precious air. The burning sensation on his arm cleared the fog surrounding his mind somewhat, the giggling receding to a barely noticeable whisper.

Dave blinked, his fevered gaze slowly settling on the angry red line on his skin; dark red pearls were already forming to the surface, growing and growing before dripping down like crimson tears, down his forearm and onto the dusty carpet below.

A part of him knew how fucked up it all was. But somehow, this felt almost comforting. Grounding. It had made them go away…

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. As the sharp pain faded to a dull throb, the hallucination came back full force, if not even stronger than before. So, in a desperate, dazed attempt to make it stop, Dave drew another line down his arm. Quick, silent, methodical.

Soon enough his skin was marred with shallow cuts, red lines criss crossing along his wrist all the way to his elbow. He held it out in front of him as he sliced and slashed and cut, his body rocking back and forth, back hitting the wall in a steady rhythm. His arm was growing numb, bright red pooling on the floor and blooming on his shirt and it hurt it hurt but the voices were keeping quiet-

“Dave? You in h- oh shit! ”

He snapped out of his trance; Mateo stood frozen in the doorway, wide charcoal eyes boring holes into Dave’s soul. The night guard jerked back into the wall, cradling his sliced-up arm against his chest protectively. His mind was still all muddled and weird, but one thing he knew for sure was that he really, really didn’t want anyone to see him like this.

Especially not him. Not Mateo.

Dave only watched, eyes wide and arm throbbing with white-hot pain -fuck, the numbness was going away- as his best friend took a small, hesitant step towards him, his arms raising in a placating manner.

“Okay man,” the latino breathed out, ”I ain’t gonna ask, ain’t gonna say anything. Can you just please let go of the knife?”

Dave only blinked, too stunned to respond. Everything felt cold and distant. God , he was so tired. At least the voices were gone. Had Mateo scared them away?

In a daze, he let the taller male kneel down next to him and gently pry the knife away from him before taking hold of his arm. Mateo examined the bloodied cuts still dripping onto his friend’s clothes, then hummed. “Yup, those need to be patched up fast. I’ll get Linda.”

He shifted to get up and run to the office the nursed had hauled herself into, but let out a startled gasp as Dave grabbed his arms and pulled him down. The smaller man clawed at his back and squeezed himself against his broad chest.

“W-wow there dude, what-” Mateo stammered, his face heating up somewhat; but he was too worried about his partner’s state to pay any attention to that detail: Dave’s breathing was too fast, too loud. The bleeding seemed to have ebbed to a stop -thank fuck the cuts weren’t deep- but it still looked painful as all hell.

“M’s-sorry,” the man wheezed. He was shivering. “I j-just wanted them to s-stop…”

Mateo’s eyes softened in understanding. He let out a small sigh and wrapped his arms around his partner, securing him in a gentle hold. “S’alright,” he said softly, “I get it. I really do. Just breathe for me, okay? You’re okay.”

He held him until the man’s trembling faded, stroking his back soothingly. By the time his breathing came back to normal, Dave felt absolutely drained; he let out a tired sign and let his eyes slip shut, going limp against the latino.

“Wh- Dave?” he heard Mateo call out, panic seeping into his voice, “Shit, don’t-”

He weakly slammed his fist against the taller man’s arm with a noncommittal grunt, assuring him he was awake and aware.

“Oh thank fuck. Don’t pull this shit on me man, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

Dave chuckled; Mateo’s ramblings and teasing never failed to ground him. The man was like an anchor, keeping him sane through even the most violent storms.

His best friend. And his last in the world.

“Ya need a minute?” the latino asked.

Dave hummed. Mateo’s chest was warm and inviting, his steady heartbeat lulling him into a pleasant drowsiness. He knew they’d have to get up soon, before sleep could claim him; but he wanted to bask in the comfort for just a little bit longer.

“Heh, fine. But not for long, y’hear me you lazy asshole? We still need to patch you up.”

“Mmh.”

The silence stretched for a couple seconds. Mateo’s hand left his backside, settling itself on top of his head. “…I thought I’d lost you.”

Dave cracked his eyes open, peering up curiously at his friend; his face was frozen into a stony expression, staring at the wall in front of him. A strange light flickered in his gaze; something painful. “I already lost so much, y’know? I’ve told you it all already.” he said, a bit too casually for it to be genuine. He looked down at Dave. “So if you think I’m gonna let you go without a fight, think again you lil’ shit. You’re stuck with me. So if I catch you doing that shit again, I’m gonna kick your ass so hard you’ll shit backwards for the rest of your life, got it?”

Dave blinked, warmth blooming somewhere inside his own chest. He nodded, gulping down the knot in his throat. “Okay, geez… “

Mateo smirked, fondly patting his hair. “Damn right. Now let’s get off our asses, my legs are going numb.”

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thatmultifandomhoe · 6 years

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The Coffee Lounge

Pairing: Jungkook and Reader

Scenario: Even if you gave someone directions, no one could be bothered to go or find The Coffee Lounge. Except for seven young men that is.

Jungkook has had a crush on you since the semester started, and when he informs you about an essay that you knew nothing about and is due the next morning, he offers to help you out. What he doesn’t realize is that you share the same feelings for him.

Word Count: 6,277 words. (Holy shit y’all!)

Genre: Fluff, College AU

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Sighing, Y/n, tugged her sweater tighter before continuing to type her essay. She’d been working on it for the last few days and while it wasn’t due until Monday night, she had other major essays and projects to worry about that were due all next week.

It was safe to say that all of her professors ganged up on her to make her academic life a living hell.

If she had been smart, she’d save all her files and catch the six-ten bus for home and call it a day. But she was determined to finish all of her assignments. Or at least, all of the ones that were due on Monday and Tuesday.

Since starting college, Y/n unknowingly kissed away any existence of her small social life goodbye. Relaxing was no longer a word in her vocabulary. Homework had taken over her life. The only time she found herself able to unwind was when she was sleeping. Even then it wasn’t much. Most nights she got four…maybe five hours if she was lucky.

This weekend however, she planned to make it all hers.

There was a secret stash of her favorite chocolates hidden in her room and a stack of movies she’s been wanting to binge on patiently waiting for her. There was nothing getting in-between her free time.

Y/n paused, taking a moment to relieve the pressure that had built in her knuckles. The library wasn’t necessarily packed, but you weren’t the only one who had the idea to spend the night doing homework.

Outside, the sky had darkened, the lamps that the campus had near the sidewalks reminded her of giant stars. The dining commons was lit up to the point that Y/n was able to see each individual and the food they had decided to eat.

Don’t think about food, Y/n thought to herself. Eating on campus wasn’t cheap and she had been in a rush to catch the bus which resulted in her forgetting to pack a snack. And it’s not like she could leave to eat and come back to her seat. If there was anything she learned since starting college, the library’s computers went like hot cakes.

She sighed once more and turned in her seat, surprised to see that the computer next to her was no longer empty. Y/n was so engrossed in her own work that she hadn’t noticed the cute male walk past her to reach the unoccupied computer.

Except, there was something extremely familiar about him. A frown tugged at her features, trying to recall who this person was. He was dressed in a white tee shirt and black jeans that, when he sat down, drew her eyes toward his toned thighs. Y/n mentally scolded herself for checking him out, raising her eyes to look at his face. She softly smiled at him when she saw the multiple piercings in his right ear. If he turned around, Y/n was willing to be that he had his other ear pierced too.

He’s really cute, she thought.

When his fingers stilled on the keyboard, Y/n bent over to go through her backpack, her cheeks heating up at the thought of him catching her in the act.

Jungkook chewed on his bottom lip to keep from smiling at Y/n. He had picked this computer for the sole reason that he would be able to sit next to her. They shared two classes together, but Jungkook hadn’t worked up the nerve to talk to her just yet.

“Hello,” Jungkook gently greeted, taking out the folder he needed from his army backpack.

His accented voice sparked a memory inside Y/n’s mind. Meeting his gaze, she smiled when he flipped his hair out his he brown eyes. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “But you’re in my English class, right? The one with Professor Moore?”

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a sweet smile. “Don’t worry about it, but yeah I am. I’m Jungkook.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, mentally slapping herself. “Oh my god that’s right. I have the worst memory ever. I’m Y/n by the way.”

Jungkook chuckled at her reaction, enjoying the way she rambled. “It’s okay.”

There was a bang at the front of the library capturing the attention of everyone in the room. A group of girls that were too busy giggling and being disruptive made their way to the computers that, thankfully, were all taken. Their entrance, loud and unnecessary, allowed for the cold wind to filter in. Y/n rolled her eyes at them, shivering.

“If you don’t mind me asking, but I take it you’re not from around here. I noticed your accent.” She asked, slipping her hands between her knees.

“Ah, yes. I am from South Korea. I’m here for school.”

Intrigued, Y/n found herself nodding. “That’s pretty cool.” She glanced at his computer screen, noting the time. “Well, I better let you get back to work. Good luck.”

“Good luck?” Jungkook repeated, tilting his head.

Oh my god, she thought. He looks like a freaking bunny. A seriously cute bunny.

With a smile she answered, “with what you’re looking on. Homework can be a killer sometimes.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Thank you. Good luck to you too.”

Y/n nodded as she turned back to her own screen. She scrolled up to reread what she had previously written with the intent to get this essay done once and for all. However, it was completely and utterly useless as she read the same paragraph for the fourth time. All her mind wanted to think about was Jungkook.

How could I not recognize him? she chided herself.

Since the first day of class, Y/n had been trying to workup the courage to talk to Jungkook. At first, she thought it was merely a physical attraction. He was without a doubt, extremely attractive. Handsome wasn’t the right word to describe him. His jaw appeared to be able to cut glass and his eyes, they reminded her of pools of melted dark chocolate. It was obvious that he worked out. One day he arrived to class in sweat pants and a shirt that clung to him like a second skin, allowing his muscles to tease the female students for the rest of the day.

But as the semester went by, your crush evolved. Jungkook tended to keep to himself and was quiet. He’d occasionally talk to the person sitting next to him, but only if they struck up the conversation. When he smiled, his eyes would scrunch up as his smile lit up his face, truly resembling a rabbit. It was adorable.

He was simply beautiful.

Y/n knew that his beauty radiated inside just as much as it did on the outside. It teased her, she wanted to know Jungkook. What he liked to do in his free time, his hobbies, favorite food, dislikes and likes.

What interested her the most was that he was from South Korea. Y/n had lived in the same town her entire life. She never even left the state before. It was only natural for her to dream of one day leaving her town behind to see the world and everything it had to offer her.

After a few weeks, Y/n noticed that Jungkook would stay behind after class for a few moments. That was when the game plan began forming in her mind. She planned tow wait outside for him and introduce herself, possibly make small talk with the hopes that he would be interested in one day getting coffee together.

It was perfect, flawless even. In her mind, the two of them were best friends.

Except, Y/n forgot one major detail.

She was incredibly shy and awkward around new people.Which is why, up until this moment, she hadn’t said a word to Jungkook before. It was all secret glances and cursing herself for being so damn shy.

“That wind is a bitch out there,” someone spoke as they walked past Y/n. She glanced out the window again, rising an eyebrow when she saw the trees whipping back and forth. A groan escaped her as she leaned back in her seat. It was one thing when it was just cold out. She knew how to handle that. The wind however…that was a monster in its own kingdom.

The lights began to flicker around nine, capturing everyone’s attention. It was late and everyone was deciding to call it a night as they packed up their belongings. Sighing, she twisted in her seat as she continued to type, her fingers flying across the keyboard in an attempt to finish.

“Is it always like this?”

Y/n turned to face Jungkook, surprised to suddenly hear his voice. He had been silent the entire time since their short conversation from earlier. Jungkook was leaning back in his chair, his gaze going back and forth between her and the windows as they shook in the wind.

“The weather is…strange, especially in the winter.” Glancing at Jungkook, Y/n gave him a small smile. “Spring’s the weirdest though.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s like having all four seasons in one month.”

Jungkook’s his mouth opened just the slightest, staring out the window in wonder. When the lights flicked again, Y/n knew that it was time call it quits. With her luck, the power would go out and she’d lose all of the work she’s been doing.

“Were you able to get everything done?” Jungkook asked you. He figured that she had already been in the library an hour or so before he arrived. And as the night progressed he saw you put papers away, but it seemed like you still had a lot left to do.

“Kinda,” she admitted, gathering up the rest of her scattered papers. “Everything that was due Monday is done at least.

He smiled at her. “That is always good.”

Y/n nodded. “What about you?” Butterflies were erupting in her stomach as she shut her computer down. After wanting to talk to Jungkook for so long, she was finally given a chance. Thank the Gods who had pity on her.

“Ahh,” Jungkook shifted in his chair, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Her eyes captured the movement, noticing how prominent his muscles were when he moved his arm just so. “The essay for English is taking longer than I hopped for.”

“Hold up,” she suddenly asked, her smile faltering. “What English essay?”

Jungkook frowned, taking the paper the he had next to him and giving it to Y/n. “The one that the Professor sent an email out about the other day.”

She found it impressive that he took the time print out a copy of the email, highlighting the explanation and when it was due. But her heart plummeted to the bottom of the Earth because in reality, she had no memory of receiving this email. And according to this, it was due tomorrow at noon.

Who the fuck has homework due on a Saturday? She thought, handing Jungkook back his paper.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook apologized, not wanting her to be angry with him. He thought she knew about the email because he saw her that day. Jungkook had been leaving the University’s gym when he spotted you sitting one of the computers in the lounge writing in your planner. He remembered thinking how cute she looked with her eyebrows scrunched up in concentration, her loose hair wavy and parted on the side, wearing flannel pajama pants and a black tank top. Sadly, he needed to get to his dorm and was unable to stay for long, but when he passed Y/n, he saw that her school email was open with a message from their English Professor along with his email and several other students. That was how he learned of the essay in the first place.

She ran a hand through her hair. “It’s not your fault. I was just hoping to relax this weekend. I’m constantly doing work.”

The idea of staying up late just to get the essay started and done turned her mood bitter. Especially, since all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for the next several years. Her shoulders slumped in defeat and she stood, preparing to say goodbye to Jungkook when he grabbed her wrist.

“I can help you,” he blurted out. His eyes widened at his outburst, as if he had acted on impulse without realizing what he was going to say. “That is, if you want. I can help you with your essay.”

Jungkook stood and Y/n immediately felt small. She only came up to his shoulders. “Are…are you sure?”

He nodded, giving her a tentative smile as his fingers relaxed against her arm. Y/n was hyperaware of the way Jungkook gently held her wrist, how his thumb slowly moved back and forth against her skin. His hand was warm, reminding her of a campfire and all she wanted to do was get closer to him. He probably doesn’t realize he’s doing it, she thought, trying to come up with an explanation that would make her heart stop racing and calm the butterflies down.

“Yeah. I feel bad about telling you about it and then leaving you to stress out about it.”

Logical, she added. “That’d be awesome. Where do you wanna meet up?”

“There’s the place called The Coffee Lounge, in the East Building. It’s on the ground floor. Is eight too early?”

Anything before noon was too early for her, but Y/n kept that to herself. She wasn’t about to ruin her chances with hanging out with Jungkook. Even if it was only to work on some homework. “That sounds good to me.” Smiling, she gently tugged her hand out of Jungkook’s hold, only to regret it when she felt cold without his touch. She forced herself to slip her jacket on, grabbing her backpack from the floor as she took a few steps away. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Thank you Jungkook.”

He gave an eager nod, refusing to sit down until Y/n made her way out of the library. Once she was gone, he slid back in his chair, hooking both of his hands around his neck. A goofy grin formed and he giggled. He’d been wanting to go on a date with you for so long, and now he finally was.

One thing was for certain, neither Jungkook or Y/n were getting much sleep tonight-in anticipation of what the next day would bring.

The morning was calmer then the other night had been. There was barely a breeze and was only cold if she stood in place for too long. It was quiet as Y/n slowly made her way down to the ground floor, the heels of her winter boots echoing in the empty hallway. She glanced around every so often to make sure she was going in the right direction. She didn’t frequent the East Building often, the only class she had here was on the third floor.

It was an open floor plan after she made a left turn into a lounge large enough for a dozen students to fit comfortably. There were circular tables on the right side of the room while couches were placed on the left. On the wall across from Y/n, was an open glass door with a wooden sign with, The Coffee Lounge, painted in black cursive leading to another room that had orange painted walls. Jungkook was sitting on a lime green couch in the middle of the lounge, watching the TV that was bolted to the wall, his army backpack leaning against the coffee table in front of him.

Y/n smiled as she walked further into the room, butterflies dancing in her stomach when Jungkook’s head snapped in her direction. This time, he was wearing a black tee-shirt with his black jeans and timberlands, with the addition of a leather jacket and a black beanie. If it weren’t for the fact that she was conscious, Y/n would have sworn that her heart stopped beating. How was it possible for someone to dress so casually, but look so hot at the same time?

“Good morning,” Jungkook softly spoke, standing so Y/n was able to sit next to him.

“It’ll be even better once I have coffee in my system,” she lightly teased.

Jungkook blushed as he held her backpack, allowing her to remove her jacket. “They have some amazing coffee here.”

Y/n, stunned at how polite he was, bit down on the inside of her mouth so she wouldn’t start randomly grinning.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know this place existed.”

Jungkook nodded. It was one of the reasons why he enjoyed coming to The Coffee Lounge. Walking through the glass door, he felt himself relax as he breathed in the scent of coffee beans. The room was relatively small, only big enough to contain a long line and the equipment to make the drinks and pastries they sold. Had it not been connected to the lounge; the small shop wouldn’t have lasted as long as it has. But thankfully, the lounge more then made up for the lack of seating serving as the perfect place to refuel on caffeine while studying.

Jungkook joined Y/n at the brown counter, already knowing his order. “Not a lot of people do which is nice. It’s…peaceful.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at his choice of words, leaning her hip against the counter, as the barista arrived at the cash register.

“I thought I heard your voice,” he smiled, his mouth forming in the shape of a heart. He was dressed in black jeans and a matching black shirt with the shops name on it. His red hair was hiding under a black baseball cap. “How are you doing Jungkook?”

:I’m good Hoseok,” Jungkook greeted. “I’ll have my usual.”

Taking a cup, Hoseok wrote out the order. “And for you Miss?”

“I’ll have a large black iced coffee with caramel swirl please.” She answered, pulling out her wallet. Jungkook however already handed his card over to Hoseok before she was able to get it out.

“Are you sure?” Y/n tilted her head, guilt attacking her mind as he slipped his card back into his wallet. He had already given up his Saturday morning to help her with the essay, she didn’t want him to feel like he had to pay for her coffee.

“Positive,” he smiled down at her as he fixed his hat.Hoseok, who had been writing down your order, grinned at Jungkook before speaking in Korean to him. He had befriended Jungkook the college student stumbled into the empty area while Hoseok was cleaning up.The Coffee Lounge didn’t attract many customers. It appeared that no one knew it existed. Jungkook had mentioned it to a guy in one of his classes and he was given a confused look in response. When he tried telling someone else about it, they had no idea what he was talking about. Hoseok had laughed when Jungkook told him about their reactions and explained that it was because no one came to this section of the ground floor. There weren’t any offices on this side or classrooms, so it was left alone. Eventually, Jungkook stopped telling people about The Coffee Lounge.

To the few who did know about its existence, they became the shops regulars. At first, Jungkook thought it was odd that the busiest he’d seen the shop was when there was a total of seven customers, including him, at once. To a normal coffee shop, seven was an extremely slow day, especially on a college campus.

The more he frequented The Coffee Lounge however, he noticed that the other regulars, if their schedules allowed for it, were more than capable of spending entire days in the lounge. They would buy coffee on the breaks they took from their homework, chatting with each other and Hoseok. A lot of the time it was a place for them to all meet up and hang out. Sometimes they would move the couches around and practice some dance moves for fun, or as one of them preferred, to catch up on sleep.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to become a regular and friendly with the others. When he realized they all spoke Korean, he became more comfortable and relaxed with them. Which is why Hoseok teased Jungkook, because he had never brought anyone to his secret spot before.

Y/n was surprised with how deep his voice turned when he spoke his native language, the speed alone making her head spin.

Hoseok laughed as he turned to make your coffees. “I’ll bring them out for you when they’re ready.”

Jungkook sighed, letting Y/n go first in the hope the she wouldn’t see the blush on his face that was courtesy of Hoseok.

“So, how’s your essay coming?” She asked, in an attempt to break the silence. If this went well, and her shy nature stayed in the distance, she was hoping Jungkook would want to see her again. Whether it be as a friend or something more, that was up to him. And while her heart made it crystal clear as to what it wanted, she kept reminding herself that he may not want to be more then that.

It was a bad habit of Y/n, always bringing forth the negative. As much as she believed in finding the one and love at first sight, she was also a realist. Her father had made that permanent in her the day he divorced her mother, his high school sweetheart, for a woman younger than him and with a wallet full of zeros.

She still had hope that one day she would get her happily ever after. But the idea of just being friends settled comfortable with her. It was like having hot chocolate on a cold day. Warm, sweet, and exactly what she needed. Being friends meant getting to know each other, finding out if you had similar interests or not. That’s what mattered. Y/n would rather be his friend then ruin it because of something as simple as a crush.

Jungkook powered up his laptop, taking a moment to log in and collect his thoughts at the same time. He was nervous. Nervous that at any moment one of the other regulars could walk in and interrupt you two. Or steal Y/n’s attention away from him.

Not that they would, but they were older then Jungkook and enjoyed to tease him every now and then. Especially with his lack of a love life.

“I just need to finish my last paragraph. But I can do that once you’re settled.”

Y/n nodded, taking the moment to pull out her own laptop.

“I bring forth the greatest invention in the world,” Hoseok announced, smiling when he saw how close Jungkook and Y/n were sitting next to each other. He handed Jungkook Y/n’s coffee to pass to her before giving him his, setting the chocolate muffins on the coffee table in front of them. “Don’t tell my boss that I’m giving you the muffins free of charge.”

Y/n smiled at the energetic man, giggling as he quickly tugged off Jungkook’s beanie to ruffle his hair, rushing back into the shop before he was able to retaliate.

“Aish, he’s such a pain,” Jungkook muttered, shaking his head.

She giggled once again, bringing up the email and word document. “He seems nice though. Alrighty, I’m ready.”

Jungkook bit his lip, scooting closer to see your screen better. “Okay, well you have to make the essay about memories. You can write about the science behind them,” he rolled his eyes. “Or, you can do the aspect on the emotions slash meanings behind them. But you have to somehow relate it back to the book we read. Make sense?”

Still staring at the screen, Y/n nodded. She could feel Jungkook’s thigh pressed against her leg and was trying to remind herself to breathe. “Yeah, it does. Which one are you doing yours on?”

She watched him lean back as he moved his hand to mouse pad, swiftly bringing up his own essay. “The emotional aspect. It’s a bit easier then the science one. That, and you can use your own memories as examples to make it longer.”

“I think I know how to start it,” she said, bringing her computer onto her lap.

Jungkook stole a glance at Y/n, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to not smile. He could practically see the gears turning in her head. She had worn her hair down, a pale cream beanie resting on her head seemed to be made for fashion purposes only. Black fingerless gloves covered here hands and she had an oversized sweater with black leggings on. He figured she had dressed with the idea of comfort in mind, but she looked adorable to him. Y/n was drowning in the sweater and her cheeks were still slightly flushed from the cold.

He had hoped that you would need more of his assistance, but it appeared that you only needed an explanation. Taking his own computer, he began to finish his own essay.

They worked together in the quiet lounge, the TV set to some soap opera and Hoseok’s humming along with the occasional bang from the shop kept it from being silent. Not that either of them would mind. In fact, it was quite…comfortable. They didn’t know much about each other, but they found qualities in each other that they enjoyed.

An hour later Hoseok peaked out into the lounge, noticing that it had been unusually quiet. He knew that Jungkook was more then capable of being a quiet man, content to sit back and sometimes not speak if he didn’t know anyone. But he had brought her. The very girl he told Jimin about nonstop, who in turn told the others about. Because if he had to hear about this mysterious girl named Y/n one more time, they were all going to hear about her. Hoseok had thought Jungkook would at least speak to the girl.

When he walked into the lounge though, he was surprised to see them both working on their computers, the taps of their fingers hitting the key boards filling the room. He proceeded to wipe down the tables, even though no one else had been in The Coffee Lounge since their arrival.

Kookie needs a wing man, Hoseok decided.

Jungkook, feeling a pair of eyes on him, glanced up to see Hoseok staring at him. He raised an eyebrow at the older male, watching as he waved his hands and wiggled his eyebrows at him. Not knowing what he was trying to say, Jungkook tilted his head.

Hoseok slumped his shoulders. He’s hopeless, he thought to himself.

“Can I get you guys a refill?” He pleasantly asked, smiling when he noticed that they had eaten the muffins. He prided himself on the chocolate muffins, his boss, Seokjin, prided on making all the pastries first thing every morning despite the fact they didn’t have a lot of customers.

Y/n glanced up, frowning when she realized that her cup was empty. She could have sworn it was still have full when she looked up fifteen minutes ago. “That would be amazing. Thank you.”

“No problem at all.” Hoseok waited until Y/n turned back at her computer to kick Jungkook in the shin. “Why don’t you help me Jungkook? I need something to be lifted in the back.”

Jungkook winced, not expecting such a physical response from the usually bright and happy man. “Yeah, sure.”

Once he stood, Y/n looked back up for a moment. She chewed on her bottom lip as if she wanted to say something, but instead chose not to.

Following Hoseok into the shop, Jungkook was met with a slap on the back of the head. He glanced at the door before turning to Hoseok.

“What was that for?”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, gesturing for Jungkook to meet him at the register. “You’re on a date with a girl and you’re not even talking to her. Do you see anything wrong with that?”

Jungkook felt his cheeks heat up as he shuffled in place. “We’re not on a date. I offered to help her with the essay.”

“Then why would you bring her here if it wasn’t a date? None of you guys bring anyone around here, especially girls.”

Hoseok glanced up at his friend when he didn’t respond, noticing the way he rubbed the back of his neck and couldn’t seem to stand still. He sighed, placing Jungkook’s coffee in front of him. “Just try talking to the poor girl. If all she wanted was help then she wouldn’t have bought coffee or stayed after your explanation. Y/n obviously wants to be here, with you.”

Jungkook sighed, looking out the door. She hadn’t moved from her seat, but he kept thinking that at any moment she was going to thank him for his help and leave. Hoseok was right though. She would have stuck around if she didn’t want to be here.

“I don’t even know if she likes me Hoseok.”

“Well how could you, you haven’t said a word in an hour or so. Unless of course, she’s sticking around because of a certain red-haired barista who gave her free muffins.”

Jungkook glared at Hoseok, enjoying how quickly he raised his hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright.” He muttered, grinning as he handed over the other coffee and another plate of muffins. “I’ll keep my sexy self in here. The muffin’s will cost you this time though.”

In the lounge, Y/n set her computer back on the coffee table, interlacing her fingers in an attempt to crack them. She’d been going hard in the last few hours and only needed to write one more paragraph before submitting it. Gripping the edge of the couch, she turned until her back cracked, repeating the process in the other direction.

She could hear Jungkook talking to Hoseok, the conversation undoubtedly not meant for her to hear since it was Korean. A smile crossed her face at the sound of his voice. Even though she had no idea what he was saying, she could spend all day listening to him and be content. It was different but there was a softness that made his words flow together.

“Everything all right?” She asked when he came back. Standing, she took the plate of muffins from him to help.

For a moment, Jungkook thought he had been caught red-handed and that Y/n had in fact, understood the entire conversation he just had. Fear jolted through him for that split second. Thankfully, it only lasted that a few seconds, because as Y/n patiently waited for his response, her eyebrows quirked in confusion. It was a habit that she had that Jungkook noticed in their other class. One that appeared frequently as the professor rambled on about the possibilities of aliens living in space. It was a science class and as it must have been for Y/n, it had been a last-minute class added to meet the science requirement for Jungkook.

“Um, yeah. Everything’s good.” He replied, handing her the coffee. “How’s your essay going?”

Y/n sipped at her beverage. “Thankfully I’m almost done, and with time to spare. You?”

“Just need another sentence or two.” Jungkook lied. He had finished his essay not long after Y/n started working on hers. He had spent the time messaging his friend Yoongi, one of the other regulars, about a song he had been working on. It was a project for one of his music classes and needed help with the beats.

Y/n nodded, glancing above Jungkook’s head to where a clock hung. It felt like she had been in The Coffee Lounge for several hours and was surprised to see that only an hour had passed. She tapped her fingers against her cup, her shy nature wrapping around her shoulders like an old and familiar blanket. A blanket that she in fact didn’t want. “So, what are you majoring in?”

Lame, she thought to herself. Everybody asks that question.

But Jungkook’s eyes seem to light up. “I’m a music major, but I’m thinking about maybe incorporating a minor in dance as well.”

“Really?” Sitting up, Y/n leaned against the cushions propping her chin in the palm of her hand. “That’s really awesome. I can’t dance to save my life.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Everyone can dance.”

She shook her head, unable to stop the grin she had. “Nope. I am one of the few who should never be allowed to dance, ever.”

“Aish, you just need someone willing to help you.” Jungkook smiled as he raised his cup to take a drink, his heart hammering in his chest. Oh God, that was horrible. She probably thinks I’m a weirdo now. Maybe Hoseok was right, he really did a wing man.

“Are you offering?” Y/n boldly asked. It took her a moment to realize what she said, her eyes widening the slightest as she tried to contain the squeals that threatened to escape. How could she suddenly say such a thing? It was not like her to be so confident at all.

Jungkook pressed his lips together. He wasn’t expecting her to notice his efforts so quickly. The fact that she was smiling and was flirting back with him, well…he hoped he was reading the signs right and that she was flirting with him.

Behind Y/n, Hoseok stood in the corner of the room out. He wildly nodded for Jungkook to say yes, holding his left arm out in front of him and his right hand in the air as he began to dance by himself.

“If that’s something you’d be interested in, then yes. Yes I am.”

Hoseok slapped his face, the sound echoing in the lounge as it caught Y/n’s attention. Jungkook groaned, half embarrassed and half nervous that you really would pack your bags and leave.

“He’s asking you out on a date!” Hoseok exclaimed, unable to keep the secret bottled up. It was like watching a k-drama and he wasn’t about to wait twenty episodes for them to just confess to each other.

Y/n raised an eyebrow in Jungkook’s direction, giggling as he hid his face in his elbow. “I was wondering if that’s what he was doing,” she softly said.

Jungkook glanced up. When he saw her gentle expression and the way her eyes seemed to glow down at him, his hope began to gently take flight again. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he sat up.

“I’d really like to learn how to dance,” Y/n explained, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “With you that is, if you’d be interested.”

A snort came from Hoseok’s corner but he was left ignored as Jungkook and Y/n gazed at each other. They were the only two in The Coffee Lounge at this point.

“How about tonight? I know you said you planned on relaxing this weekend-”

“I have no plans at all for this weekend.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, prepared for them to beat it around the bush. At the entrance of The Coffee Lounge however, unknown to Jungkook and Y/n, was the rest of the regulars. Usually they sent a text to Hoseok when they were coming, he must have missed it. In his defense, he had a good reason too. They must have been there for a while because they were grinning at the youngest male, whispering too each other.

It was time to take matters into his own hands.

“You know what?” Hoseok spoke, coming to crouch down behind the couch. “Jungkook, Y/n here is trying to tell you that instead of waiting for tonight, she is more then capable of going on that date with you after she finishes this essay. Am I right?”

Speechless, she nodded, unable to meet his eyes for long.“Now, I know that Jungkook has no plans whatsoever, so I have an idea. How about the two of you get out of here and go on this date? You’ve each had enough coffee to keep you awake till tomorrow and I have customers to serve.”

Proud with himself, Hoseok gestured for the others to enter, grinning as their laughter filled the room. It was only a minute later when he turned around to see Jungkook and Y/n leaving The Coffee Lounge with their belongings.

“I’m so sorry about him,” Jungkook apologized.

Y/n stopped in the middle of the hallway, shaking her head as she giggled. “Jungkook, it’s fine, really.” She paused to catch her breath. “Besides, Hoseok’s right. He just had to seriously push us in the right direction.”

Jungkook tilted his head, not exactly confused, but at the same time he didn’t want to assume they were thinking the same thing.

Instead of voicing her thoughts, she used her remaining courage to take Jungkook’s hand, biting her lip as she interlaced their fingers together as her answer.

He had pictured this moment hundreds of various ways, but never in his wildest dreams did Jungkook believe it would play out in the real world. All he could do was smile because it was really happening. He was getting his date with Y/n, and she with him.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook gently tugged on her hand. “We can submit your essay at the dance studio. Learning how to dance can take a while.”

Y/n nodded, smiling as she instinctively curled into his side, like she belonged there the entire time. “I’ve got plenty of time.”

And there was no other place either of them wanted to be.

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Shatter Me - Chapter Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 6068 (Yeah...sorry not sorry!)

Chapter warnings: 18+, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, actual smut, masturbation, oral, language, violence - i think that’s everything.

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Chapter Two

Taking one last look in the mirror, you gave yourself a smile and a half twirl. You had made more of an effort with your make up and you had packed the perfect outfit for you to go out in, just in case the situation occurred. Your hair was loosely curled to add a touch of volume, you’d done your favourite dark smoky eye to highlight your eye colour and you’d just added the finishing touch of your red lipstick.

You opened the bathroom door and walked towards the spare bed, silence filling the room. You looked from under your lashes to see the Winchesters staring at you, unreadable expressions on their faces.

“What?” You questioned slowly, anxiety creeping up on you telling you that maybe you should go and change. You had stepped out of your comfort zone a little with this outfit. A loose red v neck top with spaghetti straps and a loose back that traced the curvature of your breasts. You paired this with some leather looking jeans that hugged your curves.

“Wow…you look…wow” Sam was the first to speak, his tone soft. You smiled his way before looking over to Dean who was still starting at you, his eyes roaming.

Truth was, Dean was speechless and his mouth had become dry. As soon as you opened the door, he felt his breath hitch in his throat and his body temperature rise. The top you were wearing was loosely fitted but as you moved, it clung to your breasts and curves. The jeans you were wearing complimented your ass wonderfully and he couldn’t help but think about it being bent over in front of him later when you were beating his ass at pool.

“Thank you Sam” You tucked your hair behind your ear as you packed your previous outfit into your duffel bag, ignoring the awkward tension in the air.

Sam looked over towards his brother, his eyebrows arching and his head gently nudging towards your direction, hinting for Dean to at least make some sort of compliment. Dean half frowned back at Sam, almost having a silent argument through facial expressions before clearing his throat and getting off the bed. “I…uh…I’m…I’m gonna go take a shower”

Dean raced into the bathroom and slammed the door shut before he could receive a comment from either you or Sam. Looking down, he palmed the erection through his jeans and let out a barely audible groan. Five minutes ago he was telling himself to push all feelings aside for your safety, now all he could think about was you moaning and squirming underneath him, making his dick wet.

“Son of a bitch” He muttered underneath his breath as he removed his flannel, leaning over to turn the shower on. He expected you to come out all dressed up, he’s seen it before but he never expected you to come out looking like that.

Dean undressed and stepped under the hot spray, thinking of anything he could to will his ever throbbing erection away. He couldn’t really masturbate over you could he? No of course not, you were his friend, his close friend and that was it. He’s never been attracted to you in this way, so why would he be now. He was just sexually frustrated, at least that is what he told himself, it had been a while.

Trying to distract himself, Dean grabbed his shampoo and vigorously washed his hair, the suds cascading down his back and over his bare buttocks. He rinsed his hair and rubbed his hands over his face. Opening his eyes, he saw you standing there, naked under the spray. Dean’s eyes went wide “No. This isn’t real” He whispered “God what is happening to me?” He questioned, using his fingers to wipe the water from his eyes and to pinch the bridge of his nose. When he opened his eyes again, you were gone and he sighed, either from relief or from frustration, Dean couldn’t make his mind up which. Reaching to his side, he grabbed his body wash and started to rub at his chest, willing you to leave his mind but it was of no use. His hands travelled towards his lower abdomen before finding his erection. His large hand wrapped around his length and he hissed, sucking his bottom lip through his teeth. He needed release and he needed it now, there was no way around it.

With the soap and water as lubrication, he started to pump. Slow at first before picking up the pace and as he did so, his mind couldn’t help but go back to you. He imagined you coming into the bathroom in that outfit and he would watch as you slowly undressed for him. He imagined how perfect your body would be, how your nipples would peak when they greeted the cold air. He drew in a shaky breath. He thought of you then climbing in the shower with him and taking some of his body wash in your hands before rubbing it over your body. He watched as you slowly lathered the suds over your breasts, using your fingers to knead and tweak till you moaned slightly. He kept pumping, his mouth slightly agape. He imagined you standing there, your hands then travelling down your wet, soapy body to find your clit, your fingers slowly circling and tweaking the bud. You moaned louder and Dean growled. He watched you as you found your release and you moaned his name. You looked at him, your eyes darker than usual as you made your way over to him. Your hands slipped down his soapy body as your lips found the edge of his jaw. He imagined you nipping and sucking at his neck, softly kissing his pulse point before your hand found his erection. His green eyes bore into yours and you confidently took his cock from his hands and started pumping him yourself. Dean’s breath became heavy, if this were real, he’d pick you up and slam you against the shower tiles, burying his length deep inside of you. However, he was happy with where his imagination was taking him.

He was just about to catch his lips with yours before he imagined you on your knees in front of him, your lips sucking deliciously at his tip, your tongue swirling and tasting him before taking him all the way to the base. His hips jerked at the thought. He watched with his mind’s eye as you made eye contact with him as you moaned around his hard cock. He let out an audible groan as he braced himself with one hand on the shower wall, the water cascading down his back. He saw you there on your knees, taking every inch of him before letting him go with a pop. He watched as you traced your tongue painfully slow up the underside of his throbbing cock and he sighed shakily before he started pumping himself harder. He imagined you playing with his balls before taking him in your free hand, looking up at him with lust filled eyes whispering “Come for me Dean” You took him in your mouth again as deep as your gag reflex would allow, his tip nudging the back of your throat. Dean’s hips bucked as he pumped faster and faster, the thought of you taking his seed was more than he could handle and with one more buck, he imagined spilling his orgasm down your throat instead of the harsh reality of it being over his hand and the shower wall.

“Holy shit” Dean whispered shakily, taking a moment to steady himself before getting the soap and cleaning himself up once again. Trying to wash away the evidence of the fact he just masturbated to the image of you going down on him, he didn’t know if he would be able to look you in the eye for the rest of the night.

Back in the motel room, you joined the table with Sam and watched him scanning the local news and police reports for any hints of another case “Anything?”

Sam shook his head and leant casually back into his chair “All seems quiet at the moment, what I did find is already being covered by other hunters”

You smiled slightly, your eyes still focusing on the laptop screen “Well – silver lining, at least we can chill back at the bunker before shooting off again”

Sam scoffed as he shut the lid of his laptop “Your version of chill and mine are completely different. If you mean training with Dean and turning it into a hefty competition where you rope me in to being the judge, sure”

You giggled, your hands up in surrender “Hey that was like two or three times”

Sam joins you laughing before changing his position slightly on his chair, angling himself so he was facing more towards you “So…what’s going on between you two?” The hand that was dangling off the back of his chair, gesturing between you and the bathroom.

You frowned slightly “What do you mean?” You questioned, your attention on playing with your fingers.

“The incessant flirting and oh, you straddling my brother about an hour ago” Sam immediately replied, truthful and honest.

You closed your eyes “Don’t start Sam” You sighed “It’s just friendly”

Sam knew it was more than that and he wasn’t about to drop this conversation, not with you. It was the first time he felt confident with what he suspected and it was about time that he saw his brother putting himself first for once. He wanted Dean to have a chance of happiness and if that is with you, then he wanted to do all he could to encourage it. “From where I was standing, it looked more than friendly” Sam changed his position in the chair and leant forward onto his arms on the table “Come on Y/N, you’ve been with us for over a year now. It’s not hard to see how things have changed for you and how you’ve changed with them”

“Sam” You warned, not wanting to take this conversation any further.

Sam placed one of his hands on yours, encouraging you to make eye contact with him “I know you like my brother Y/N, from my position, it’s pretty obvious”

You shrugged his comment off, your cheeks feeling flush and anxiety tight in your chest “He wouldn’t want someone like me” You whispered, not expecting Sam to hear.

However Sam did hear your comment and he squeezed your hand softly “You mean someone as funny, caring and as incredibly smart as you? You’ve also got a mean right hook” He chuckled.

You snorted, remembering the time you accidentally punched Sam in the face during one sparring session “I’m not his type. It’s a silly crush that will pass in time. I think I’ve just taken the flirting to heart” You stated, feeling reassurance from Sam’s hand on yours.

“Have you ever thought of telling him how you feel?” The youngest Winchester asked softly.

You scoffed and looked away, removing your hands from his as you stood up, heading towards the mini fridge “What and be embarrassingly shot down? No thanks Sam, I don’t feel like hunting alone again” You passed Sam a beer and he noticed the sadness in your tone.

“Hey, you don’t know that would happen” Sam replied softly as he opened his beverage.

You placed your beer on the table and proceeded to sit back down, explaining how you feel “Sam, I’m not Dean’s type. I’m not the stereotypical girl who drinks cocktails and spends forever every day doing their hair and make-up” You took a breath and held up your hand in Sam’s direction as you noticed his smirk on his face “and before you say anything, tonight was an exception, I just wanted to perk myself up a bit” You defended.

Before Sam could continue the conversation, the bathroom door opened and Dean scurried out, his hair slightly fluffy from where he had rigorously towel dried it. He had dressed himself in a fresh pair of blue jeans and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up slightly and the top two buttons undone. He went to the mirror to start fixing his hair when he caught your eyes in the reflection “…and you say I take forever in the shower?” You teased.

“I took nowhere near as long as you sweetheart” Dean deflected, breaking eye contact and focusing back on his hair.

You half giggled, the teasing tone still in your voice “Yeah you keep telling yourself that, I think you were having a bit too much fun making yourself clean” You winked at him before catching his reaction in the mirror, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “I..what..no” Dean flustered. You and Sam both raised your eyebrows, knowing smirks on both your faces. Dean finished his hair and stormed past the pair of you, grabbing his leather jacket on the way out “Come on, first round is on you” He muttered your way.

You and Sam both burst out laughing as you watched Dean storm out the motel room towards his Impala, not waiting for either of you. You grabbed your phone and some spare money and shoved them into the pockets of your jeans, ready for the night ahead. Sam held open the motel room door for you as you made your way to the impala, a smile still on your face. You hadn’t really thought much about what Sam had said, you hadn’t really had the time to process it. If he was questioning how you felt and your actions, did he know something that you didn’t? You shook your head slightly as you got closer to the impala, noticing that Dean’s focus was on baby’s dash. You noticed he wouldn’t really look your way or make eye contact with you. You frowned discreetly, working out what possibly you could have done wrong.

You slid into the back seat of the Impala as Sam got in the front. Before Sam had even shut his door, Dean had started the engine and had started to reverse out of the parking lot. “Bar isn’t gonna shut anytime soon Dean” Sam quipped, curious about his brothers eagerness.

“I’m just looking forward to the night Sammy, the sooner I get a drink inside me, the better” Dean said, his voice sounding quite rough.

Your frown returned to your face as you studied his face in the rear view mirror, he was so focused on the road, his classic rock playing softly in the background. You thought over your actions to try and place what you might have done to upset him. Your mind settled on when you whispered in his ear, he didn’t appreciate you being that close to him. You took it too far; that was the only explanation. Dean must have felt your stare as he chose that moment to check his mirror and he held your gaze. Something felt different, his eyes were soft but his smile didn’t reach his eyes like normal. You made a note to ask him about it later so you could clear the air.

Dean turned a corner and pulled onto the main road, the street lined with shops, homemade business and small bars. It was homely. Dean slowed his speed as he drove past a couple of the bars, seemingly looking for somewhere to park.

“Who puts a bar on a main road?” He muttered under his breath, his head ducking forward to look for any kind of parking.

You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself forward, in between the two boys in the front seat. You eyed a free parking spot just a few shops down from a bar and nudged Dean in the shoulder “Stop complaining and just pull up here”

Dean grunted and swung his beloved baby into the vacant spot, making sure he left enough space between him and the car in front. You got out the car and walked over to the sidewalk, smiling as Sam joined you as you waited for Dean. The bar was only a short distance away so you turned and slowly started taking in some of the shops that were around you. Some were shut, some were open late. You loved towns like this, where everything was personal and homemade, this is a town with shops that had a story, something you had a soft spot for.

The boys soon starting walking towards the bar, making idle chit chat between themselves as you followed them towards your destination, the thought of an ice cold whiskey in your hand was making your mouth water. However, a few stops before the bar, there was an old antique type shop. The windows were surrounded by a red frame and inside the window display were all manner of trinket type items. Crystals, jewellery boxes, dream catchers and so on. Your walking slowed and you stopped in front of the store window, the centre of the display catching your eye and your attention. There in the centre, was a medium sized snow globe but it was unlike one you had ever seen. The globe was crafted with blue and clear glass which gave a moonlight effect, the snow inside powdering over a cottage in a woodland. There were crystals delicately placed inside the glass that gave the effect of a glistening night sky. For want of a better word, you found it truly magical.

Your fingers pressed against the glass, an automatic reaction to try and get closer to see any details that you might have missed. The boys had gone on ahead unaware that you had stopped in your tracks but you hadn’t noticed, you were transfixed with the object winking back at you. It was no secret that you had a tiny bit of a snow globe obsession but only for ones that were truly unique. You had no interest in the happy holiday’s plastic globes or the tourist souvenirs you got from shops, you only had interest for the globes that were one of a kind. You just knew this was one of them.

Dean and Sam walked towards the bar at a steady pace, hands in their pockets, talking through the day, still not noticing that you were gawping through the window of the shop.

“Man I hate witches” Dean grumbled, thinking of the days previous events.

Sam chuckled “We know, you say it every time we have a case with them”

“No I don’t” Dean frowned and went to ask you for reassurance “Back me up on this one sweethea-” Dean turned around and noticed you weren’t by their side anymore, his sentence cutting short. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed you slightly hunched over, looking through a glass window. Dean turned to Sam, a questioning look on his face and when Sam shrugged, they both made their way back to you.

“Could have told us you’d stopped you know” Sam spoke up, making you jump slightly as your gaze met his only briefly.

“Sorry…I uh…” You stuttered, your attention going back to the globe in the window “Something caught my eye”

The brothers looked past you into the window and eyed all the various items and trinkets on sale, wondering what it could be that had caught your attention so.

“Do you guys mind waiting just two minutes, just while I go in” You spoke softly, interrupting the brother’s inspection of the window. You turned and looked at them both pleadingly, more so towards Dean. You already felt like you had upset him somewhere along the way, you didn’t want to make matters worse by making him wait for his drink.

Dean smiled softly, his hand gesturing towards the shop front “Sure” He confirmed, leaning back on the hood of the impala. They were near enough back where they had started but he didn’t mind. Something calm seemed to wash over him when you looked at him like you just did, he hadn’t got the heart to say no.

He watched as you entered the store excitedly, a sudden spring in your step. Sam walked over to join his brother leaning on the side hood of the car, both of the boys facing towards the shop window. It was only a couple of minutes before Dean saw you and the store assistant in the window. He watched as you pointed towards the centre of the display and he let out a knowing breath when he saw what object the assistant had retrieved. He crossed his arms over his chest and muttered “Of course it was the globe”

Sam frowned slightly, wondering if he had heard Dean correctly “What?” Sam questioned.

Dean turned to look at his younger brother “The globe, you know Sammy, Y/N’s obsession with snow globes. Whenever she sees one special enough, she has to bring it home. Her room is full of them”

Sam scoffed, a little knowing smile on his face “So when are you going to tell her man?”

“I’m sorry…what?” Dean questioned, a quizzical look on his face. He was completely thrown off by the question Sam had just directed at him.

“Y/N” Sam said bluntly “When are you going to admit you like her?”

Dean stared at his brother blankly, swallowing down his feelings and shrugging the question off “Again Sammy, like I said earlier, you don’t know what you’re talking about”

Sam broke the eye contact and looked down towards his boots, gently kicking the edge of the sidewalk “Sure I don’t. The way you looked at her back at the motel meant nothing either right?” Sam retorted, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Sam just drop it ok?” Dean snapped, his gaze burning into the side of his little brothers face.

Sam however, would not drop it. He would bang your heads together if he could “If you like her, tell her” Sam stated.

Dean growled in annoyance “…and what, ruin everything that we have? Make her feel awkward, potentially put a bigger target on her back? No Sammy, I’m happy she’s in our lives. Let’s just leave it at that, end of conversation” Dean hated his little brother reading him like a book however he didn’t understand his own feelings towards you yet. He didn’t know if it was just a crush that would pass in time or if it was something that was rooted deeper. Dean wanted time to figure it out on his own but Sam already appeared to have worked it out himself.

Sam knew by the tone of his brother’s voice to not press the issue any further, if he did, it could cause an argument which would ruin the night you had wanted. So he did what his brother asked and left his questioning there, silence falling over the pair.

Inside the shop, you were in awe at all the little items you could see for sale. There were so many original and handcrafted things, you could spend a good hour in here looking through it all. However, you promised the boys you wouldn’t be long and your heart lay with the globe. You watched as the store assistant walked the snow globe over to the counter and placed it there, you were transfixed “It’s a very interesting globe, I’ve never seen one like this before” You mentioned, as you bent slightly to look at all of the detail engraved into the legs of the ornament.

The assistant smiled slightly as she placed one hand on her hips, the other gesturing towards the item in question “It’s very old dear, many owners have spoken different legends about this particular piece” She stated.

You looked up briefly as you took in the assistant’s complexion. She wasn’t old but wasn’t young, her hair was long and blonde, tied in a braid over her shoulder. Her blue eyes bore into yours as you looked at her, eager to learn more “Really? Like what?” You questioned as you went back to stare intently at the piece you were so close to adding to your collection. The assistant chuckled slightly as she walked behind you to close the glass doors to the window display “It is said that a lost soul was trapped inside many years ago until her love came to find her. If the globe were to break, she would be forever lost”

You gasped slightly, completely taken in by the story the assistant was spinning you, completely forgetting your hunters rationality “Oh no, so she could still be in there?” You questioned, your eyes never leaving the globe.

The assistant turned around to come back towards you when she noticed a familiar tattoo between your shoulder blades. As you were bent over slightly to take in all the details of the globe, your hair had fallen forward leaving clear sight of your anti possession tattoo. The blonde haired assistant frowned slightly, knowing full well at that moment what you were. She took a moment to compose herself before painting a fake smile on her face to walk around the counter to face you “It’s just a story dear” She mentioned softly, patting her hand on top of yours on the counter “Nothing to worry about”

With that single touch and a quiet whisper from the assistant, she had entered your mind and you were oblivious. You were so transfixed with the object in front of you, you had ignored your hunter’s instincts. You didn’t question the charms that were around the assistant’s neck, nor did you notice the spell book that was sat just behind the till on a stool. In this particular moment, you still hadn’t realised that the assistant in front of you was a witch and she was scouring your memories. Time had stood still for you.

The witch saw many flashes of your life in her mind. She saw how you fought, how you became seriously ill over one Christmas but thanks to your family, you still enjoyed yourself over the festive period. She saw how you became a hunter, the reasons behind it and she felt your pain. The witch was working through your memories as if they were a maze and with the correct turns, she happened upon your last few years. She saw the Winchesters and you in the bunker, laughing over something Castiel had said. She saw you hunting with them, training with them. She felt your fondness towards them, towards Dean. She smirked sadistically but that expression was soon knocked off her face when she saw the memories from earlier today.

The witch felt the anger bubble in the pit of her stomach when she saw that it was you and the Winchesters that had killed her friends earlier on that day. She snarled, she knew it wouldn’t be long until you would be after her, after all you had already made the slip up of not realising that she was part of the group or in fact, a witch. She knew she couldn’t risk letting you get away only for you to come back and kill her and oh, how she wanted to hurt the Winchesters. The brothers were basically famous and as much as she wanted to end their lives, killing them would be too easy, she wanted them to suffer like you had made her friends suffer. The blonde haired witch smiled smugly and with one hand on you and the other hand on the snow globe, she leant closer towards you and whispered “Altum somnum” A blue hue shone around you and the globe and within seconds, your eyes shut and you fell backwards onto the floor, the globe in your hand. The witch laughed vindictively, putting her hands together to think of the next steps of her plan. She never expected a hunter to walk right in to her store, let alone someone that was so close to the Winchesters. She felt like this was her lucky day and she was enjoying it.

Outside, Dean looked at his watch and frowned. He knew you liked to shop and he also knew that you were probably asking a million and one questions about the globe but something seemed off “She’s been in there for about ten minutes” Dean stated.

Sam looked at his brother, who was holding his watch and staring at the door of the shop “So? She’s probably buying more than one thing”

Dean shook his head “No Sammy, something’s not right here”

The eldest Winchester pushed himself off the impala and headed towards the trunk. He grabbed his beloved gun, checked the ammunition and placed it in the back of his jeans, pulling his shirt over it. Sam noticed the look on his brother’s face and knew he wasn’t messing around and he followed his brother as they made their way into the store.

Pushing the door open, a little bell sounded above them to notify the store of their arrival. Dean looked around cautiously and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end when you were nowhere to be seen. Sam was quick to notice this also and he motioned for Dean to take one side of the store while he took the other. Before the brothers got halfway through the store, the blonde witch came from behind a door and stopped dead in her tracks, a cunning smile on her face.

“Gentlemen” She gestured “What can I do for you?”

Dean snapped “Where’s our friend, she came in here ten minutes ago after a damn globe and hasn’t walked out since”

The witch had to force herself to not smile but before she could respond, Sam had walked around the counter to see you lying motionless on the floor.

“Dean!” Sam shouted, his voice deep and sharp as panic flooded his body. He looked towards the assistant with anger as he leapt forward to grab her, only for the witch to throw out both hands and magically push the brothers away from her. Sam went flying backwards into the wall whereas Dean had crash landed through some racking. The witch cackled loudly at the sight, her attention more so on Dean due to the memories she had previously seen. Sam briefly opened his eyes to see the witch’s attention on Dean, looking past her, he also saw the spell book on the stool behind the desk. Sam silently cursed and then faked being unconscious until the witch had walked past him, heading towards his brother. As soon as it was clear, Sam moved quickly towards her, tackling her and grabbing her arms in his to restrain her. The witch screamed in annoyance but she was no match for Sam’s larger frame.

Dean groaned as he got up out of the racking, a hand going towards the back of his head from where it had collided with the hard surface. He quickly got up and grabbed a nearby chair to assist Sam in restraining the witch. Dean also found a few scarves that were littered around to help bind her.

“She’s a witch” Sam spat, the anger in his voice evident as he tied the knots in the scarves tight around the witch’s wrists.

“No kidding Sam” Was Dean’s response, the sarcasm dripping off his words, his hands reaching around his back for his gun and he was thankful it was still equipped with witch killing bullets.

“You’re too late” The witch cackled, her eyes boring into Deans. The eldest Winchester lowered his gun slightly to look at Sam who was still crouched on the floor. Sam motioned to behind the counter before taking the gun out of Dean’s hands, taking over pointing it at the witch.

Dean’s eyes went wide as he ran around the counter to find you lying motionless on the floor. He skidded onto his knees and desperately took your head in his hands, willing you to move “Y/N come on sweetheart” He stressed, his hands pushing the hair out of your eyes.

The witch laughed loudly “It’s no use Winchester” She almost sung the words.

Dean growled “You shut your mouth” He shouted, his anger evident in his tone. He turned back to you and propped you up onto his knees, his arms cradling you as if the warmth of his body would stir a reaction “Come on sweetheart, open your eyes” Dean whispered, the desperation getting to him. He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest, he just wanted you to wake up.

Seeing his elder brother with you in his arms, motionless stirred something dark within Sam “What did you do to her?” Sam shouted as he pointed the gun closer to the witches face “We killed the rest of your little gang, you’ve got nothing left. What did you do to her?!” He roared.

The witch didn’t even flinch at Sam’s volume or tone, instead she just smirked, her head swaying slightly “Got quite a connection to her don’t cha boys?” She retorted, a cockiness to her tone.

Dean’s hands were all over your pulse points. He was checking your wrist and your neck repeatedly, the devastation of not finding one crushing him each time he failed “Sammy…Sammy I can’t find her pulse” Dean stressed, his eyes starting to glaze over as he looked towards his little brother. Realisation sinking in that he may have lost you.

The witch pouted towards the scene “Aww. Poor little hunter. She’s all dressed up with nowhere to go”

Dean’s anger flared as he placed you back on the floor, pacing towards the blonde haired assistant “You bitch!” Dean roared, his fist colliding with her jaw “You bring her back, right now!” He commanded, pointing towards your lifeless body.

The witch spat out some blood in the brothers direction “and why would I do that?” She sniggered, the blood staining her teeth. Dean grabbed the gun from his brother’s hands and aimed it point blank range at the witch’s forehead, spitting out his words clearly “Bring. Her. Back”

The witch just rested her head on the end of the gun, shaking her head slightly from side to side “Oh Dean, when will you let the dead be dead huh? She’s gone Dean, crossed over, left you and your pathetic little brother” She cackled and threw her head back with a hearty laugh. Dean’s nostrils flared and his finger was itching on the trigger. She brought her head back forward and stared into Dean’s eyes “and it was oh so worth it, just to see the look on your beautiful little face” She smirked.

Dean saw lost it, his finger squeezing the trigger on his gun. Blood splattered up the wall behind her before silence fell between the brothers. Dean’s position hadn’t moved, his gun was still aimed towards the now dead witch, staring blankly at the wound he had inflicted. Sam placed his hand over the gun and lowered it, taking it from his brothers grasp before he watched Dean run back around to where you were lying, sill motionless, still with the globe in your hand. He held you close to his body, rocking slightly back and forth as his tears spilled over onto your hair, his silent sobs racking his body.

Sam placed the gun in his jeans as he came to his brother’s side, his hand placed comfortingly on his shoulder “Dean” he stated softly. He knew you had passed, he knew you had gone and he knew how hard Dean was going to take this. All he could do was be there for him, to look after him for once instead of the other way around.

Dean looked up at his brother with glassy eyes as he held you closer to his body, his arms feeling empty even though you were there “Sammy, she can’t be…she just can’t be” Dean sobbed before he nuzzled his head back down towards you, resting it on your forehead.

Sam wiped his own tears away as he squeeze Deans shoulder reassuringly “We should take her home” He said softly.

Dean didn’t move, he just continued to cradle your body as Sam stood next to him, both of them silently grieving over you and what they had lost.

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