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Be There For You (M)

Preview: “How can you be so ungrateful?” Jaemin pinches your chin with a sneer, jerking your neck back to look at him. “I’ve always been here for you. I watched over you, I made sure you survived.”

“You dragged me to hell!” You shout trying to twist out of his death grip.

“I saved your pathetic soul.” Jaemin snaps, pressing his nose against yours. “I sculpted you into everything you’ve become.”

“What do you want from me?”

Jaemin dips in further, blackened orbs burning straight into your mind. Lips writing words over yours with a low hiss ringing in your ears- “Everything.”

Pairing: Demon JaeminxFemale reader ft Jaehyun

Word Count: 6k

Genre: one shot(..), deal with the devil AU, PWP, dubcon/implied noncon(he’s a fucking demon..), death mentioned, M/F, dark fic, sacrilegious themes, major plot twist🐒

Smut Warning: oral, mild choking, slapping, degradation/praising, handcuffs, rimming

a/n: nana day🖤 don’t like it dont read it! bitch!

“Wake up.”

When we all fall asleep, where do we go? Reading the album title on your spotify app had you wondering the same. What were dreams? What was the point to them? Anything you found on google wasn’t helpful. Often time finding yourself way too late at night deep in forums full of crazy people discussing demon possession.. As if that’s possible, fucking crazies roaming around concocting bullshit stories of demons. Draining thoughts had the mark on your wrist itching. What seemed like a drunken mishap still adorning the inside of your wrist near 12 months later.

Your twenty first Birthday was spent getting day drunk- legally, for the first time. Jaehyun insisting to take you out for bottomless mimosas. Your now ex-boyfriend Jeno aiding on to more reason you needed to get fucked up. Ending up passed out together on his much too small couch. Limbs tangled when you awoke, clothes awkwardly unbuttoned. Memory blanking on what actually led to ending up here on his bare skin. Nose tickling against the hairs adorning the center of his chest had your nose twitching. Bottomless mimosas turning into bottomless barfing for hours in his toilet.

He was nice enough to take care of you, feigning guilt. Holding your hair back delicately, wiping your mouth clean. Squeezing in chances to help you down bubbling liquid that would calm your stomach.

“Jeno never liked drinking with me..” your voice breaks, holding back dry tears. Throat on fire after the last hour hacking your stomach up. “..well he never liked drinking. I guess this is why.”

Jaehyun releases a tired sigh, probably tired hearing you listen to you rant about fucking Jeno. Fingers massage your forehead, while a strong hand rubs up and down your spine.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. I gotta head out soon and relieve Jisung for his lunch.” Jaehyun helps you stand. Dampening a washcloth to clean the clammy sweat left on your face. Gently wiping your mouth, keeping you steady against his bathroom sink. “Hope I was able to make your Birthday some what fun?”

You take this opportunity to absorb Jaehyun’s features up close. The crinkles around his eyes when he smiles, the way the skin around his nose tightens in a stretch, his deep set dimples that make hearts swoon. He’d become such a reliable source of friendship to you after applying to work at a nearby coffee shop a year ago.

From the one to hire you to someone who would always find time for you. Whether it be driving you home late at night instead of letting you walk alone. Bringing extra food for lunch when he noticed your terrible diet, with the excuse of ‘cooked too much again’. To listening to you ramble about your ex-boyfriend and the beating your heart took. He was almost..perfect…The thought hits a nerve in your chest. Dropping your eyes to where his lips part open. Maybe Jaehyun wasn’t just a friend..

“Ow!” you lift your wrist with widened eyes. The skin appearing gnawed at, like teeth had dug in. “What the fuck?”

“Yea, you fell at some point. I had keep chasing you around. You can get pretty reckless with just a few drinks.” Jaehyun snorts, pulling off his shirt. Dragging fingers down his chest staring into the mirror behind you. As if he’s admiring himself for the first time. You can’t help but follow his hand slipping down to the dark trail of hair leading into his snug low rise jeans. Jaehyun’s brows lift finding you watching him. “What would you do without me?”

Jaehyun was right, he’d been your only source of sanity since that day. The mark on your wrist growing worse with time, like it’d been infected. Your friend always imploring for you to get it checked out. Stubbornly opting to bandage it up instead, because those copay visits to a doctor meant no food for a week. It didn’t bother much.. only when it was dark, and cold, and the moon hung too low. Paranoia extending for weeks on end whenever you were alone.

Sleep had become sparse. These weren’t just nightmares anymore, they felt too real. Fantasies you could not understand, secrets you never thought you had. It was terrifying, thrilling, emptying, too much to begin to comprehend.

Your eyes burn red staring at yourself in the mirror, wiping off the remnants of yesterdays makeup. What you should have done before bed last night- not that you got a wink of shut eye. Every step you took felt like drowning in quicksand. Standing beneath hot water with a shower to help you come to life before work was exhausting. The lack of sleep slipping reality into dreams. It was hard to differentiate what was real anymore.

With your head resting on the bathroom tile wall, your eyes slowly shut. Water beating down your back soothingly, relaxing you..

“You’ll never escape me.” The whisper curls in your ear jolting you alert. Knee knocking your shampoo bottle off it’s place. The sound shooting to your heart striking fear. You calm looking around spotting nothing out of the ordinary….but why…why was this happening. Why did this keep happening. Nothing made sense anymore, you never felt alone. Looking over your shoulder constantly to find no one there. A presence of someone, or something forever lingering. This had to be what losing your mind felt like…

The subway cart was full today, squishing between people on their way to work. Your head ducked, blinking your eyes trying to force tears to coat the dryness. You’d lost track of how much time had been spent awake by now. Staggering to hold yourself up, overdosing on unhealthy amounts of caffeine to avoid another bad dream. Another hazed vision of a life you could never fathom. Pornographic images played constantly with multiple men, doing things you couldn’t imagine. Things you silently wished to be real..

“I can make it all real.” Your head snaps when the words from a voice you’ve come to recognize play at your ear. Everyone around you was minding their business. Caught up in their own forms of escapism. The one most precious to you- sleep, stripped away from your mental well-being. This had to be a sickness, maybe your parents had mental issues you weren’t aware of.

Walking off the cart felt like the grim reaper was at your side. You kept your head low watching your feet making your way to work to avoid sparing another wasted glance. No one was ever there, a presence only you could feel. Death, something evil tickling your neck, luring you deeper in it’s hold. Slowing down passing near a church, seconds turning into minutes paying attention to every detail. The way some paint was chipped, moss growing on the roof. Tinted glass windows dawning faces of sorrow. It felt like they were pitying you, warning you.

The last time you’d attended church was back home. A reminder of your life growing up whenever you spotted one. Reminders of gospel, scripture, of Jeno. Memories of how young and dumb you were, all the mistakes you made together. Shaking your head when a rush of chills run down your spine you trudge on. The coffee shop only a block away from the station. Yet here you were running late, taking the long way for some reason..

Jaehyun’s bustling about when you scurry in, mouthing ‘sorry’ when your eyes meet his stressed expression.

He brushes off annoyance easily, never reprimanding you. You didn’t really deserve someone as nice as Jaehyun.. deciding to save that thought for later when he runs to another customer snapping fingers at him.

Your fingers jab at the touch screen register, shaking off your wrist. Skin itching under the fresh bandage you’d wrapped it in today. Hissing under your breath as the ache grew intensely.

“Shit..” you mumble to yourself. Punching in a different set of numbers to clock in.

“What’s going on? Forgot your log in again?” Jaehyun, not only your saving grace but also your manager gives you a knowing look. Already all too familiar with your ‘memory loss’.

“Yes.. I’m sorry Jae. It’s just finals coming up, I’ve been stressed out..”

“Still having those nightmares too?” Jaehyun reaches over you swiping a card attached to his wrist. “Good thing you have all the free caffeine available at your fingertips here.”

You tie up your apron, quietly thanking Jaehyun for clocking you in. It wasn’t just the studying, it was hardly the studying. Most days spent in front of your books staring at jumbled words. Nightmares, if that’s what you could call them, growing much worse with each passing day. It was like you were trapped in some type of hell. All of it felt too real to be a dream. Even waking up with scratch marks on your thighs and hips. Heart pounding out of your chest down to your navel. Waking up dry heaving, falling into a mess of tears from distress.

You wipe down the counter, catching glimpses of yourself. Reflection showing you sunken in eyes, skin drained of life. It wasn’t you anymore, a shell of who you once were. Only averaging two, three hours of sleep at most if the exhaustion set in finally. You pondered too often- what had changed? After your twenty first Birthday these dreams had begun. Your diet was the same, stress no different, cycling through the same lifestyle over all. Maybe it was time for a visit to the doctors. Near twelve months of this was too long, your own stubbornness the only thing holding you back.

“Can you get that?” Jaehyun calls to you. Following the sound of the door bell chimes.

“Yea one second..” Tossing aside the dirty cloth you’d been wiping down the cold brew machines with, you turn ready to welcome a customer.

Breath knocks out of your lungs as if some 400 pound sumo wrestler drop kicked you. Gasping out, neck burning up. Your hands come around your throat trying to suck in air. Choking on dryness, as if all oxygen had disappeared. The man standing behind the counter stares at you, eyes intrigued watching the scene unfold before him. Finger tapping on the marble, growing impatient with your dramatic reaction.

Jaehyun jogs the small distance between you, hand clapping down on your back. Eyebrows shoot to his forehead with concern. You cough, hacking up, chest constricting with every drawn in breath. Air failing you, Jaehyun’s mouth moves. Words muted to your ears, ringing sounds clogging your senses.

The man behind the counter smirks to himself. Finger dragging along the back of the register. Eyes scanning the pastries in the display case.

“Hmm, chocolate croissants.. I’m feeling a bit famished I suppose..” with a sigh, his fingers snap. A gust of air rushing to your chest. Head falling back gasping short of breath. As if something... someone had finally released their hold on your neck. Someone finally got their hands on you, warning you of what’s to come.

“Are you okay??” Jaehyun’s looks fearful, watching the blood drain from your face. You swallow, tongue running over the roof of your mouth. Head nodding slowly in response. A throat obnoxiously clearing out loud in front of you.

“Oh I’m so sorry Sir.. my apologies..” Jaehyun gives you another glance, lowly whispering. “Maybe you should go take a break?”

“No no..” your head shakes, trembling legs carrying you forward. Jaehyun had been too understanding with you. It wasn’t his fault you were probably losing your mind. Reminding yourself to google mental health disorder symptoms later. You tap at the register, licking over your dried cracked lips.

“What can I get started for you today?” you ask, focusing on your jittery hands.

“I’m going to ruin you.” A husky voice whispers in your mind. Eyes shooting up to the man before you. It’s deafening, seeing someone like him up close. A small smile playing on his lips, mischievous eyes barreling into yours.

“E-excuse me?” You stutter, throat feeling tight again. A needy ache crawling from your spine to your gut. Wrist tormented down to the bone, uncomfortably bending it at an awkward angle to find relief.

“I said Iced Americano.” He sighs, body leaning over the counter. Palms flat on the surface, neck cracking to one side. “Five shots over ice. Can you do that?”

The questions intention to make you feel dumb. As if making an Americano is too difficult for you. Teeth gritting with annoyance, eyes unable to move off of him. Something so familiar, and terrifying. Bile rising in your chest the longer you stare.

“Apple pay?” He questions unlocking his phone. You slowly nod watching long fingers swipe over the screen. “Oh and a chocolate croissant. The devil’s favorite you know.”

That... was odd.. then again customers often said random things. Typically earning a fake laugh and smile. This one receiving nothing but a frown, a concerned gaze.

“Name for the order please?” you sulkily ask, forcing yourself to keep your eyes trained ahead. Pretending to care about whatever you’re inputting on the screen.

“Jaemin. You know, like the demon.” Again, that was odd.. you nervously wipe your palm down your apron with a nod.

“We’ll call your name when your orders ready.” You move to spin around, his hand reaches past register. Jaemin grips your wrist loosely, fingertips hot on your flesh. Your teeth grit in pain, skin incinerating beneath his grasp.

“Say, do we.. know each other?” His question’s diabolic, arrogant. Sirens in your mind go off with warning. You pull free of his hold, stepping further away. Hiding your hands behind your back attempting to soothe your scolding skin.

“We don’t.” Your eyes drift to his cocky face. A sparkle, something evil hidden in those eyes of his. Screaming danger, instincts telling you to run for it.

“Must have been a dream.” He smirks. Mouth left open enough to spot his tongue drag over the back of his teeth. Turning his body away with eyes lingering over you. He sets down at a table near the wall, foot on his knee with a spread open cross of his legs.

Jaehyun places down an iced Americano speedily, shooting you a wink with a tap to the bell sat on the counter “I’ll handle register, lines starting to get crazy again.”

Barely conscious your chin nods, staring at the plastic cup gathering moisture. Jaehyun having to explain the difference between oat and almond milk as more customers line up with arms crossed waiting. The guy who ordered the Americano….Jaemin or something, completely engulfed in his phone.

“Order ready!” You pipe up annoyed. His smile growing larger the longer he ignores you tapping at his phone screen. It shouldn’t be this frustrating, plating the warmed up slice of chocolate cake in anger. The devil and god raging inside your chest. Protect yourself, but you’ll never know from what.

“Here’s your cake” you set down the plate with a loud clatter. Spilling some of his drink in the process. Jaemin’s face turning so slowly with a tightened jaw. His eyes spark red, flames behind the iris, black consuming over the whites. Mouth parting open all too wide sporting sharpened teeth-

“I don’t want your shitty cake. I want your soul.”

Your hand flies to cover your chest with a deep inhale taking a step back, exasperated “what?!”

“I said, I ordered a croissant. How does this place have such great reviews on yelp? You new or something?” He scoffs, picking up the fork teetering. Diving into the wrong order no less. “Devil’s food cake… ah, I suppose that will do. His second favorite. No tip for you though.” He says with a wink.

Your face contorts in agony, like a dagger had just pricked you in the chest. Clutching at your heart watching him divulge into the cake. The heat around you feeling too alive, swallowing down a cracked shout. You spin on your heel returning behind the counter. Bent over gripping around the edge. Pulse on your wrist throbbing so loud you could swear it’s beating beneath the bandage.

“Maybe you should take the rest of the day off..” Jaehyun appears at your side. Fingers sweeping sweat slicked strands of hair away from your jawline. Mouth tight with concern. “Jisung will be in soon to relieve me. I can manage until then.”

“Jae no..” you start, pausing when Jaehyun’s dimples pop out. His arm wraps around your waist helping you stand straight.

“I’m serious, I’ll get you a cab. You look like you just went through hell. I think this lack of sleep’s doing a number on your physical well-being. First thing tomorrow I’m driving you to get checked out.” Jaehyun pokes your chin, leading you to the door. The unease whirling around your stomach heightens. Glancing over your shoulder where Jaemin was…no longer to be found. Nothing left behind on the table, as if he had never been there to begin with.

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Goodbye to sleep

I think this staying up

Is exactly what I need

The record plays, scratching as it spins fiercely before your eyes. Hours of sitting in a trance watching the black scratched up vinyl play. All these songs about sleep, dreams…what if..

A knock at your door breaks your thought, followed by a familiar “it’s me.”

Jaehyun.

“What are you..” Jaehyun holds up bags of take-out with a soft smile before you can finish your sentence. Stepping aside to let him in, he was really too good to be true.

“If I stay the night, think you can get some sleep?” Jaehyun twirls noodles around a plastic fork with question. Lifting a thick brow with his hand held out feeding you. Insisting to feed you, because you looked too feeble and weak to even lift a can of coke.

“You don’t have to do that..” you say behind a napkin, patting off grease left behind on your lip.

“I want to, I’m seriously worried about you. That panic attack you had at work today..” Jaehyun explains. You straighten up tilting your head.

“Panic attack?”

“Yea, you couldn’t breathe..” he turns toward you full body. Boney knee rubbing against yours. Hand settling on your inner thigh. “You dropped that plate of chocolate cake..”

“What?? No..I….that guy! I brought it to him!” You protests leaning in closer. Jaehyun’s brows meet completely lost.

“What guy?” The question rushes images of Jaemin to your mind. He…he wasn’t there when you had left..Jaehyun leading you out right past where he sat…

“Jaem….that guy!!” Your breath catches. Rushes of worry and fear flooding your mind intensely once again.

“Shh shh it’s okay..” Jaehyun pulls you into his chest. Scent on his t-shirt carrying coffee grounds and sweetness. Like a steamy cup of brew with hints of peach. “I think I should stay.. it’s okay..”

Jaehyun’s lips press to the side of your forehead. Pressing you flat against his chest. Thighs draping around his narrow hips. It wasn’t unusual to end up in each other’s arms most nights, maybe after a movie marathon or too many beers. The burden you’d become for him clawing guilt at your chest.

“I’m so sorry..” you mumble along the warm skin adorning his collar. Jaehyun hums, cradling you with ease. Gently moving you with him running fingers up and down your spine.

“Don’t apologize to me baby.. you’ve been through too much. Losing your parents so young like that..” Jaehyun coo’s. Nose digging against your cheek soothingly. “Moving away from the only life you knew, having to figure everything out for yourself so young. It’s expected you’d feel this way after all that.”

“Jae..” the tips of your noses meet, brushing against each other softly. Heavy eyelids shutting under his strong yet gentle touches. Lips meet shyly pressing together, your chest tightening when he deepens. Want and need behind his movements awakens life between your bodies. Jaehyun’s lips drop to your chin with a soft peck.

“Bed?” He whispers deeply. Forehead bumping together in nod. Jaehyun stands carrying you through your tiny apartment. Record player long forgotten drifting sounds of scratches.

Sleep was the last thing on your mind as Jaehyun laid you down. Hands tightening on his shoulders, begging with your eyes instead of words. Innocent curious kisses quickly heating up into passionate strokes of tongues.

Maybe this was what you needed, some dick to put you to sleep. Jaehyun’s tongue licked down your stomach. Hands prying your underwear off in an eager rush. Large hands splaying over your breasts. Thumbs rolling the hardened buds perked on your chest.

Bare skin on bare skin rolled around together, teasing at your lower halves. Desperately moaning like a needy slut when his hand slaps your ass. Breath’s puff against your ear, turning you over. Cupping your hips, pulling you up on all fours. Your arms stretch out tugging your bed sheets between fingers. Jaehyun’s warm breath trails down your back. Low blast of air conditioning mixing with the smell of sweat, smell of humid sex.

Jaehyun’s cock parts your folds, sinking in letting out deep groans. The combination of your drained mind and spent body making it all the easier to use you. Hands circle your neck from behind, pulling you up to your knee’s. Hips fuck into you faster exerting heavy grunts behind your ear. You rooms dark, shadows painting your walls thanks to a small candle wax burner. Mind lost to the heat building up between your thighs. Balls slapping against your clit with every powerful thrust.

“Fuck baby..” Jaehyun groans. Hand scooping your chin, tongue circling your ear. Mumbling praises of how good you feel. Moans breaking under every squeeze around his length. A strong thrust up widens your eyes. Screaming out when Jaemin’s eyes appear before you. Like a shadowy figure in your mirror, standing behind Jaehyun’s exposed figure. Languidly rolling the tip of his tongue along his upper lip. Jaemin’s brow quirks, releasing tremors through your chest ending at the base of your spine.

“Oh fu..fuck…I’m cumming!” With a shout full of agony your walls convulse around Jaehyun. Eyes never breaking from Jaemin. Jaehyun’s hips faltering, gritting rasped moans from your climax.

This couldn’t be real, Jaemin wasn’t real. Jaehyun shoves your upper back down, hips pistoning into your heat. Pounding against your ass chasing his release. Black orbs spin your mind around, screaming with a bite on your fist as you cum again. Limbs loosening, falling flat against your bed. Jaehyun’s cum spilling across your ass, murmuring something. Too spent, sinking deeper into a black ocean full of Jaemin. Your eyes fall shut with no control. Willpower to avoid sleep finally losing.

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The room you awake in seems ominously familiar. Your eyes squint taking in everything. It was cold, hot, your skin clammy with a dry sweat. Everything hot, air prickles painfully at your skin with any movement. Ears clogged up listening to the faint echoes of ear shattering screams flow from behind cave-like walls. It ached to hear, tormented painful cries, it felt like..

“Like hell?” Jaemin.

He takes his time walking around you, spinning a set of small keys around. Lifting a brow your way when the metal handcuff on your wrist noisily clanks about your shaking arm.

“You’re not gonna get away with this! Someone will come looking for me!!” It’s impossible not to break into a cry mid-scream. It was him- all of this. Him. The restless nights sat up in bed terrified to shut your eyes. There was no point in denying the obvious anymore, a fucking demon.

“That’s a smart girl. Here I thought you’d be completely brainless by now.” Jaemin let’s out an exasperated sigh. Setting his bottom down on the bed you’re trapped to. His arm extends dropping the keys atop a table nearby. Just far enough out of reach, just close enough for you to struggle with hopes of freeing yourself. “I warned you didn’t I?”

“Why..” you insists, seeking some clarity. Questions didn’t matter, he knew all your thoughts. Every deep dark desire, every feeling of guilt. Any worry, all the stress he brought you. He knew it all, he was in you.

“That’s not my answer to give you..unfortunately my angel.” Jaemin makes quick to move, straddling your lap. His fingers play with the strings holding the thin robe covering your body together.

“Don’t..” you fret, sinking your lower half deeper into the bed. His teeth shine on full display, slowly untying you.

“Don’t act so innocent now angel..” Jaemin scoops down, lips pressing to your ear in whisper. “..or was it, puppy? You always liked that didn’t you?”

Your brows twists, grunting a weak breath. Obscene images playing in your head, things that still didn’t make sense. Dreams…he’d been controlling all of them..pulling you deeper into a world of sin..

“That’s right angel..” with a soft kiss to your earlobe Jaemin pushes the material off your body. Sitting up placing warm, hot hands on your ribcage. Digging fingers into each dip between bone, sharp nails leaving marks. “My little slut who does anything for cock.”

“No..” your head shakes, resisting. Resisting the wanton need eating at your insides. The odd attachment and draw sucking you deeper into his games. This had to be another bad dream. Another inexplicable dream bordering sick fantasy.

Bending over, Jaemin engulfs your breast, squeezing around your jaw with the other. “This is our reality now, I know exactly what you need.”

“I don’t!” You abruptly shout, ripping your wrist against the metal keeping you in place. Burning pain drags through your arm marking cuts into your skin.

“You do.” Jaemin’s tongue drags across his lower lip. He moves in slow-motion easing garments off his body. Unbuttoning down the shirt hiding his defined stomach and chest. “Human dreams are so interesting. It’s like God created an easy portal. Allowing me to enter your spirit and lay down the ground to slowly destroy you.”

Jaemin lifts your free hand forcing your touch down each dip of muscle on his defined stomach. “Just how you like it right? I didn’t choose this useless human form for myself, I’ll have you know. Quite thoughtful if you ask me.”

Your fingers freeze on his skin racking shivers through your limbs. Lighting flames in your gut no less, body betraying you reacting the way he wanted. The way he’d always planned for.

“Leave me alone!” Shouting with failing attempt to pull from his grip. Jaemin lifts your hand to his lips, dribbling spit down your long fingers. Liquid fire cooling the aching cold. Hot and cold, heaven and hell, good and evil. The embodiment of wickedness slurping at your flesh. Sucking in two fingers to the back of his throat singing moans of ecstasy.

“God..” you squirm beneath his weight. Sweat dripping from your hairline to brow, weak with anger. Slick pulsating from your core the harder he sucks. With a slow drag of his tongue between your two fingers, he pulls off.

“I prefer Jaemin.” His cocky smirk has you clenching around nothing, empty. Hungry and empty, craving the hell in his eyes. Carnal desire to be destroyed clouding your head. The voice breaking free in your mind imploring you to get fucked. Break me, ruin me, breed me.

“That’s my angel, my slutty little whore.” Jaemin shifts down, kissing over your mound. Unbuckling his hardened length as his mouth finds home between your thighs. Jaw hinging open, tongue laving over your soaked insides.

“Ah..no…” Yes. Yes. Yes. It felt so good. Jaemin’s mouth knowing exactly what to do. Gripping the meat on your inner thighs roughly. Tongue curling in your hole, panting between thrusts of his expert mouth. Water filled your lungs neglecting your straining eyes. Head tossing around, Jaemin shoving your thighs up revealing both of your needy holes. Tongue wiggling deeper swallowing every drip of wetness seeping from your core.

“No!” Your teeth bury into your lower lip. Back arching up, hips circling fucking against his long fat tongue. Pleading for more, bigger, something to make it hurt. Thrashing with a shout weakly when his tongue prods at your ass. Jaemin grunts lapping at your clenched up rim.

“Nasty whore always loved taking it in the ass hmm” his wet lips mumble against your puckered hole. Tongue slipping through the closed up entrance swallowing taste of shame down his throat. Groans vibrate past his neck, traveling up your spine. Twisting up with sounds of metal clattering by your head as you struggle.

“FUCK! yes!!” Jaemin’s thumb presses on your clit. Rolling the bundle of nerves around, bending you further uncomfortably. Tongue engulfed between your ass hungrily gliding over every dip and crevice. Eyes lit up watching you break and succumb. Thighs tremble surrounding his head. Your eyes rolling back, like a demon had possessed your body.. shaking and crying under his ministrations.

Jaemin slides out with a lewd slurp around your asshole. Quickly mounting you, legs thrown over his broad shoulders. Thick cock dragging between your convulsing cunt. “Feels good, always playing hard to get. Always unfold for me, cry around my cock. Beg for mercy, come crawling back for more.”

It’s delirious, head filling with the need for Jaemin. Unlocking memories, fantasies, dreams you fought off for months. Body weight folds you up further, fat cock head pressing to your waiting entrance. Wetness covering his size, dripping down to his balls. It’s disgusting, filthy, brokenly shuddering out a moan with his first thrust.

“Tight as ever angel. So fucking good around my cock.” Jaemin’s nose meets yours. Evil smile growing larger as he penetrates deeper. Massive size splitting you open, stretching you so full with every intention to destroy you. Waves of heat pass through your lungs shooting around your limbs. Jaemin only half way in forcing impure sounds from the back of your throat.

A fucking demon, a fucking demon. Thrusting deeper in your pussy slapping your thigh aggressively. “Opening for me so good angel. You want it? Tell me you fucking want it.” Jaemin grits past grinding teeth. Black soulless eyes burning holes into your skull. He plunges in fully, neck thrown back displaying a defined Adam’s apple covered in webs of veins.

Sniffling, nodding endlessly agreeing to anything he says- “I…I…I wan….want it..”

Jaemin grunts, hoisting your knee’s over thick muscular arms. Rolling hips against your ass savoring the clench of your cunt wrapped around him. Laughing between a moan in satisfaction- “Good angel, perfect little slut.”

“Jaemin!” Your eyes squeeze shut. The demon pulling back only to rapidly thrust his entire size back in. Fucking into you with abandon, mercilessly. Eyes completely painted black above you drawing in shallow breaths. His mouth hung open thrusting deeply. Hitting every sweet spot inside you effortlessly. Your face squeezes up releasing screams, sounds of overbearing pleasure. Cries of wanton depraved lust, mind lost. Eyes snapped shut unable to shed tears.

He’s so big and long, breaching you fully. His hips shift turning you into a sobbing mess, wishing for tears to cool your burning skin. Cock angled perfectly hitting it just right. Jaemin grinds in balls deep, wetness smeared on his thighs. The weight of his hands on your chest feel like cement burying you deeper into the bed. Drilling deeper, edging you closer to your climax. Visions of Jaemin blocked out from your mind flashing before your eyes.

Pulling out with a slam forward, headboard hitting hard wall too noisily with every unforgiving thrust in. Sharp hips plummet against you, powerfully inhumane strength fucking you into hell. Jaemin slaps your chests, shouting with pointed thrusts- “Cum! Cum! Fucking cum!”

Sounds of ragged breaths and metal scrapping against the floor go mute. A deafening wave of pleasure coursing throughout your body, mind, spirit. Cumming harder than you ever have before. Pussy wildly gripping around the demon, possessively wanting more. A little death collapsing you flat against the bed, shallowly gulping for air. Jaemin shoving fully in dropping your legs. Screaming in his throat, filling you to the brim with hot spurts of cum.

The awful realization of what just took place hits all too fast. Watching the demon held up on elbows above you catch his breath. Jaemin’s head lifts, huffing in annoyance. Cock painfully gliding out, leaving your hole gaped spilling evidence of your sin.

“How can you be so ungrateful?” Jaemin pinches your chin with a sneer, jerking your neck back to look at him. “I’ve always been here for you. I watched over you, I made sure you survived. You owe me that pussy.”

“You dragged me to hell!” You shout trying to twist out of his death grip.

“I saved your pathetic soul.” Jaemin snaps, pressing his nose against yours. “I sculpted you into everything you’ve become.”

“What do you want from me?” The question’s a plea. Unsure yourself how any of this could be real. You didn’t feel like yourself anymore, none of this felt like…you.. tightening the thin garment over your exposed skin reminding yourself to have some shame.

Jaemin dips in further, blackened orbs burning straight into your mind. Lips writing words over yours with a low hiss ringing in your ears- “Everything.”

“I’m yours! Leave me alone! Leave Jaehyun alone!” You scream struggling against the black metal headboard Jaemin has you locked up to. Worry of Jaehyun back in your room, pacing distres. Your dry eyes shut in defeat, tears were useless.

“Jaehyun?” Jaemin let’s out a drawn out laugh. “Ah, Jaehyun isn’t the problem.”

“Heard my name” Jaehyun struts in, accompanied by the sound of leather boots hitting the chilling ground. Black hair slicked back out of his face displaying a serious expression.

“Ah, so you’re responding to the humans name now? Finally accommodated to that vessel?” Jaemin mocks your ‘friend’. Both of them sharing an amused look.

“You’re one to talk Dagon…or shall I say, Jaemin” Jaehyun smirks with a scoff. Finger tapping at the bottom of Jaemin’s chin. “You little shit, just had to show up when I was deep in those guts.”

“You should be thanking me!” Jaemin enunciates proudly. Shifting his gaze back to you, tongue dragging along his teeth. “Got to experience the bloodline of Lilith cum around your cock thanks to me.”

“She would have came for me regardless.” Jaehyun steps forward. Or someone who looked like Jaehyun. He crouches down to meet you at eye level. “Even now she wishes to save my soul.”

Your eyes droop unable to hold his stare. Jaehyun..why would he be here..It was all too confusing, this couldn’t be reality..

“Oh but it is reality my precious angel.” Jaemin sits at your side, dragging a sharp fingernail up your thigh. He’s buried in your thoughts, running through your mind, toying with your every idea. “Your friend Jaehyun? Dead. Your family? All gone. My job here would be done, if not for that meddling..”

Jaehyun interrupts, standing up straight- “Do not speak of him, you know how it makes Samael feel.”

“Yes yes, fucking Lucifer can’t even clean up his own mess. Has to send his right hand man to earth to fulfill some bullshit prophecy.” Jaemin tsks. Squeezing fingers around your thigh. “Can’t say I don’t understand after I got a taste of how sweet it can be..”

Jaehyun slaps him away, quickly yanking your wrist. You gasp in fear as he turns your arm, tracing over the mark fully developed now. The sick glint in his eyes sparkles proudly, rushing memories from the morning after your Birthday. Sat in Jaehyun’s bathroom where he played ignorant, blaming the mark on your drunken behavior.

“The mark of the beast” his eyes lift to yours placing a kiss on your raised skin. “You made it a little too easy when you got drunk enough to pass out on your Birthday. Humans, so simple.”

“6 months before turning 21, hired at a coffee shop. 6 months of dreams tormenting you, training you, building you into a perfect slut. 6 months later that I spent breaking you down to nothing, here you are. A near perfect whore for the devil.” Jaemin grins, snapping fingers at Jaehyun. The other demon, the false prophet, Lucifer’s right hand man lifts your wrist to your face.

666, the mark of the beast. The proof, the claim as his.

“Why…I don’t…I don’t understand..” you sniffle, nose burning from overuse. Weakly flopping against the headboard. Drained of life, drained of your soul.

“You called for him, so we found you.” Jaehyun unlocks the handcuff on your other wrist. Hands reach out, pulling open the thin robe concealing your body, eyeing over Jaemin’s work.

“Who?..” You question faintly. Nausea building in your stomach under their demonic soulless eyes.

Jaemin inches in closer hovering above you. “Samael.”

Jaehyun laughs, picking you up in his arms. Carrying you out of the room through a long hallway leading to what could only be your impending fate.

“Samael to us. Johnny to her.”

NEXT—> Sleep Therapy

tag: @seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee-me @nabi-nono @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @johnjaespeach @nohyuckieduckie

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; Chan x fem!reader, slight choking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it bitch), exhibitionism, clitoral stimulation, fingering, nicknames, thigh,,, rubbing?, nipple play, dirty talk, cum, orgasm (m/f), getting caught oop.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 2,4 k

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; yes yes!! thank you anon!! this is my last request as well heh

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; another song that is very dear to my heart,,, although for a kinda sad reason but we wont get into that lmao-

also i laughed while writing this because idk some of the descriptions are like,,, SO FUCKING WEIRD I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS

23. “Should I be quiet?” ; The Neighbourhood - Nervous

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

The small room was rather dark, only the moonlight reflecting it’s light through the window as the four walls were filled with small snores and the occasional turning of the blankets. That wasn’t coming from just your boyfriend that lied next to you in a peaceful slumber but the three other boys that had passed out in the room after watching a movie. You sighed, this wasn’t the most appropriate time to be needy but there was nothing you could do about it. No matter how much you turned and twisted the lewd thoughts stuck to your head like gum to the sole of a shoe.

You looked at Chan, his slow breath tickled against your face, his face slightly puffy from all the snacks he ate before bed, his cheek squished against the pillow and you felt bad for thinking such sinful thoughts about him when he was right beside you. You scooted closer to him, unknowingly rubbing against his thigh and not letting your eyes divert from his face for even a split second, heart thumping at the thought that he could wake up at any moment. You let out a tiny whimper, biting your lip and coating it with a sheen of saliva, your face and ears heating up as the gain of friction between your clothed dripping cunt and his bare thigh got to you. Waking him up would just be mean, he worked so hard during the day so surely he deserved a good nights rest but at the same time,,, maybe he needed a way to relieve his stress?

The sensation was just too good, you quickly stripped yourself from your pyjama pants, leaving you in Chan’s oversized shirt and your soaking panties that were sticking to your wet folds, a little patch of slick staining them. Before you knew it you were back to humping his leg like a desperate puppy, just a little longer and then you’ll stop and sleep like you were supposed to. Wrapping your arms around his torso you rolled your hips upwards, trying to aim all the pleasure towards your clit but not really succeeding, however it did still feel good, the bundle of nerves aching for more, aching for a touch. Frustration built up inside you as you could practically hear your heart beating in your ears from nervousness and arousal, you really didn’t want to wake him up.

“Please fuck me Channie~" you whispered weakly, hoping he didn’t hear it or anyone else in that room for that matter. You held one hand over your mouth as the pleasure got too intense, movements getting bolder as you grinded against his relaxed thigh, moving your hips from side to side sometimes and squirming around, your forehead creased, muscles on edge. Maybe the thrill turned you on even more? And even if this was good enough you craved more, maybe you wanted more thrill. You halted your movements before you poked him on the shoulder but got no response, him lying as still as a log, only his chest rising slowly, lungs filling with air. You sighed, there was no use you thought until he grunted lowly, stretching his arms and furrowing his eyebrows, you hurried to turn around, back against him as you shut your eyes tightly, pretending to sleep.

“Baby?” he said in a deep raspy voice, confused as to what your whimpers from earlier were coming from.

“Y-yeah?” you whispered back, turning back to him and acting sleepy, eyes half-closed. He chuckled slightly and you heightened your eyebrows in perplexity, wondering what he was smiling about.

“You know I heard everything?” he said, eyes still closed as he mumbled, his sly smirk still on his lifeless lips. Your eyes widened, your figure froze in shock, with a fake laugh you tried to cover up the situation.

“H-heard what? Did something happen?” you lied, caught off guard by his answer.

“I don’t know,,, all I heard was someone asking to fuck me” he said, almost bursting into laughter as he opened his eyes slowly, seeing your priceless expression. You shy away from him, wanting to sink under the surface of the earth but just as you wanted to turn around and forget about every single thought in your mind you felt his warm hands traveling from your clothed chest to your abdomen and ultimately your cunt, hand slipping under the elastic band of your panties with fingers that inspect the soppiness between your legs. You moan at the sudden contact, pressing your thighs together.

“Shh,,, easy now, you’re so wet, hm? What were you thinking about?” he says lowly close to your ear, hot breath bouncing off the shell of your ear. You scrunch your nose at the ticklish feeling, lifting your shoulder up to your ear and giggling slightly. Chan gives you a peck on the lips before his fingers explore more of your needy sex, his familliar hands lightly grazing your already swollen clit. He rubbed the bud in small circles with two fingers, your hands going down underneath the covers and grabbing his wrist as the speed increased, your breath hitching at the sensation that returned, the start of a deep feeling inside your core.

“e-ehm,,, was thinking about,,, you making me feel good” you whimpered out, too shy to say anything more, your hair covering your face slightly from the way you squirmed around, the bed creaking occasionally.

“Making you feel good? How did I do that?” he said with that grin on his face as if he didn’t know anything, sounding completely innocent despite the scandalous actions that were going on underneath the thin fabric of your panties. You let go of his wrist as he inserted two fingers into your hole, prodding them at your entrance and feeling you clench. It was time to get revenge, he couldn’t just gain pleasure from seeing you weak for him and so your hand gently palmed him through his underwear, earning an unexpected grunt from the boy.

“w-with your dick” you answered to his question in lack of any other answer. His hips bucked against your hand, begging for more with his body and you complied, giving his cock a firm squeeze, moving your hands up from the base towards the tip, teasing it with your thumb. He was becoming rock solid in your hand, cock twitching in your grasp. You giggled, you weren’t the only needy one now.

“Ah yeah? You sure you want to do this here babygirl?” he whispered back to you to which you nodded, his fingers plunging into your hole and curling up towards your g-spot, a well-known sensation spreading throughout your body, his slick-covered fingers playing with your clit again until your squirmed as he touched it directly causing you to flinch. He got on top of you, hovering mere inches from your face and after a long look into your lost moonlit eyes he attached his lips on yours, exhaling unsteadily as your tongues met almost immediately in a romantic daze. Your noses bumped against each other, Chan chuckling momentarily before setting an even pace with his tongue, your small whimpers blending into the sound of lips smacking against each other. Your hands that were previously cupping his cheeks descended down his chest, tugging on the thick band of his boxers but your arms not reaching far enough to pull them off. Your boyfriend smirked, breaking the kiss and moving away from you in order to strip himself from his underwear, leaving him completely exposed to you before he got on top of you again, pulling the covers over him. Before anything else happened you quickly shimmied out of your soaked panties, Chan’s hands lifting up your shirt, exposing the supple valleys of your tits, his hands fondling your boobs right away, thumbs swiping over the already erect nipples. It felt oddly naughty to be doing this with three other boys in the room, being almost completely naked with Chan above you, his lips exploring your neck, leaving small kisses and marks as he nibbled on the skin. You whimpered, your hands tangled in his dark hair as you turned your head to the other side, granting him more access. He got even more worked up by your small sounds that dripped from your lips like sticky sweet honey, you wrapping your legs around his waist causing the base of his cock to press up against your hot cunt, pressing him closer to you because you were hungry for more, the slightest contact would do. Chan left a final kiss on your lips before grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your sopping entrance, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“a-are you ready, angel?” he murmured close to you, you humming a small yes as the tip of his cock glided against your wet folds, pushing in gently as you pressed your lips together, furrowing your eyebrows at the initial stretch, your tight cunt enveloping his cock between your velvety walls. He groaned at the feeling, pushing into you further and eventually bottoming out, now balls deep into your aching pussy. Your arms were around his head as he started to suck on your nipples, gently rolling his hips after you’ve adjusted to his size, no matter how much he fucked you, his size never failed to fill you up to the brim, making you scratch his back and leave it covered in red streaks.

“fuck,, you feel so good” you moaned a bit too loud, Chan looked up at you in panic, you slapping a hand over your mouth as you peeked at the boys that lied on a pile of cuddles close to you.

“should I be quiet?” you whispered to which Chan nodded.

“what kind of question is that? of course” he whispered back through a clenched jaw, his hips slamming into you faster and harder for each minute. You tried biting the inside of your cheek, your entire body jolting upwards and making the bed creek with every thrust, it was simply impossible to be quiet and neither could Chan that was slowly but surely losing his own pace, a vein on his neck popping out from the composure that was needed to keep quiet. He glanced at the boys that were lying completely still, only a small snore from one of them. You turned your head to the other side, your neck being exposed to him once again, his hand automatically wrapping around your neck snuggly, making the situation a thousand times hotter. Being choked and fucked by your hot boyfriend next to a pile of his friends? Hot.

The mattress moved as he thrusted into you, a slight squelching sound of your dripping cunt being audible to the two of you. You tried holding on to anything in your reach but finally settled for Chan’s back, digging your nails into his skin as you panted, sweat beading on his temples as his thrusts were getting harder, your tits bouncing in the same pace.

“f-fuck, you drive me crazy y/n” he said, tightning the grasp around neck, you pressing the back of your head against the pillow as you clenched around him, a feeling burning in the pit of your core that was only getting closer.

“Channie~ I love you” you whispered, clenching your teeth causing your words to sound almost violent but you meant it in the most loving way possible, he was yours and you were his. He chuckled silently, you seeing the outline of his soft facial features in the dimly lit room, he whispered it back to you, bending down and rubbing the tip of his nose against your sleepy cheeks before pressing a wet kiss near your ear, his hips repeatedly slamming against you and knocking the breath out of you. Your lips parted, a string of whispered pleas escaping them as you clawed at his back, clenching vigoursly and arching your back as your orgasm washed over you uncontrollably, knocking you completely dumb. There was something incredibly hot in seeing your scrunched erotic expression that sent Chan over the edge, your whimpers that were only getting louder and louder being the most beautiful sound in the earth to his ears. His thrusts got sloppier and uneven, pinning your legs to the bed and spreading them further causing you to squirm at the new aim he got, hitting that spot that almost hurt in overstimulation. Being quiet was completely thrown out the window.

He pulled out of your hole, his cock glistening as he grabbed onto the shaft, stroking himself to completion. The hot cum spurted against your boobs in white ribbons, dripping down your heaving chest as you tried to stabilize your breath, your hands by either side of your head. He groaned as he milked himself from every ounce of cum, the angelic view of his lover being covered in his cum almost made him hard again. All energy was consumed from the sweaty boy that plopped down beside you, the weight of the bed shifting as he lied down next to you, grabbing a pillow that had somehow fallen off the bed during the recent activities. He turned to you, you turned your head towards him and smiled before pressing a kiss on his lips, really not wanting to get up and clean up after his mess. You snuggled closer but were caught off guard when you heard a voice behind you.

“yah,,, Chan can really put it down” Changbin said in a deep voice, both you and Chan bolting up and watching the three boys that looked like they were still in a nice slumber.

“you awake?” you asked, thinking that maybe Changbin talked in his sleep.

“we were all awake because how the fuck do you sleep when someone is moaning into your ear” Felix answered, still facing away from you, slurring his words, his mind still not functioning despite being conscious. You thought your heart sunk, in panic turning to Chan that was just as surprised as you, his ears turning bright red, despite it being so dark in the room you could still see how the skin tinged a pretty color of embarrassment.

“I can’t wait until Hyunjin hears this tomorrow” Jeongin laughed, the other two boys joining in with his laughter, their eyes still closed and faces covered in sleepiness.

That was the price of had to pay when having sex with your boyfriend beside his dormmates.

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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ahahah hi again :,>

first of all i want to thank you for the aone comfort fic, i'm so happy you wrote for him, your writing is so good-- *cries* it was way better than when i imagined it

can i request an aone fluff scenario where the reader and aone live together and decide to have a lazy day, with the third prompt where aone wakes up and he can't help but stare and think that the reader is "the most beautiful thing he's ever seen"? could you also include reader peppering aone's face with kisses -and he's just sitting there because he doesnt know what to do but being super happy nonetheless,,, and reader gushing over how cute he is- just pure little interactions early in the morning. i forgot to add them in previous ask but the pronouns are she/they

also, it's completely okay if it takes a while, i dont mind waiting one bit. thanks in advance!

A/n: I'm seriously in love with the way your brain works Aone Anon. Seriously, this is such a great idea and I am Honored that you shared it with me! Sorry for the long wait! Also, thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy the organized chaos that my brain produces!

Sorry this is so short, but I hope this is what you wanted!

TW: NONE other than cuteness overload.

Summary: You and spend the day in bed with your boyfriend, who had absolutely no complaints about it.

You rose to consciousness slowly.

You registered the warmth of the sheets and the heat of your boyfriend's entire body first.

The next thing was the muffled sounds of chirping from outside, because birds didn't give a shit about letting you sleep in on a Saturday morning and were being loud as fuck at six in the morning.

The last thing you registered was your boyfriend's slow breathing.

Takanobu had an arm around your waist, and the other was pillowing your head.

He had had a rough week, since his boss was being a jerk, and yours hadn't been the best either since your co-workers couldn't seemed to be bothered to do their jobs, but it had all melted away the night before with plenty of hugs and whispered reassurances.

You let out a slow breath, opening your eyes slowly, letting them adjust.

Your boyfriend's face was free of the usual worry lines and the resting bitch face he usually wore.

He looked much younger than he was in the early morning light, and you took a moment to appreciate where you were.

As shitty as your week had been, you appreciated coming home to dinner being made and Takanobu kissing you in greeting when you made your way to the kitchen. You appreciated the things he did for you, and you appreciated that he let you appreciate him.

You shifted slowly to free your arm where it had been tucked into your chest, and you ran it up his arm softly, then back down just as gently.

You weren't trying to wake him up, far from it, he needed the sleep, you were simply wanting a little more contact with him.

He made a small noise, shifting closer to you, and you smiled as he tucked his head closer to your chest.

You let him tangle your legs together, using your free arm to run your fingers through his hair.

He settled down after a few minutes and you smiled softly at him.

You wondered if he knew how grateful for him you were, if he knew, really knew, how much he meant to you.

You brought the covers up over his shoulders a little more, wondering how he managed to sleep so well in just his boxers.

Finding clothes that fit him had always been an issue, so he had gotten into the habit of not bothering with pajamas, something you had only figured out after dating him for three years.

After a while, you had started stealing some of his shirts to sleep in, since they were comfortable, and huge, and they smelled like him.

You had also realized that Takanobu had derived a certain sense of pride from seeing you drown in his shirts and hoodies over the years.

You had given up wearing his sweats around the house, no matter how tightly you tied them they were always far too big.

You had things that needed to be done: both of you needed to do laundry, and the kitchen was kind of a mess, there was a stack of mail that needed to be gone through, and the entire apartment was covered in a thin layer of dust, but you decided that you and Takanobu could do all that next weekend, or pick away at it over the week.

He needed more sleep and you wanted a little bit of a mental health day with him to recharge your social batteries for the week.

Slowly the sun started inching across the sky, dousing your room in a golden glow that you thought only happened in cliche movies.

You watched as he stirred awake, smiling when he blinked up at you.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he rumbled, tucking hair behind your ears.

You smiled down at him, smoothing your hands over his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then his eyelids, both cheeks, and the tip of his nose.

"I love you," you told him, swinging a leg over his lap, pulling him up so you could pepper more kisses over his face.

He hummed, soaking in the affection, hands rubbing small patterns into your hips.

"Lazy day?" you asked.

"Definitely," he agreed, smiling when you pressed your forehead to his.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After Takanobu finally managed to get you to let go of him long enough for him to make breakfast, you spent most of the day in bed.

"If you could have any super power," he began, "what would it be?"

"The ability to communicate with animals so I could tell the birds to shut the fuck up at six in the morning."

His laugh rumbled through his chest, and it made you smile as you drew nonsensical patterns across his chest.

"What would you want?" you asked.

"The ability to hold onto you forever," he said.

"You're so sappy," you whined, pouting. "Now my answer seems lame."

"No, that's a legitimate reason for wanting that power," he told you, making you laugh.

"I love you," you told him, pressing kisses to his chest, right above his heart.

"I love you too," he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

You had things to do, and it would all start over next week, but in the end, you would always come home to him, and he would always be there when the day ended.

#aone x reader #fluff #aone takanobu x reader #takanobu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader

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tastyykpop · 3 years

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Can you make a smut + angst jealousy fic for Ten or Jeno please~ thankiee

I hope this was okay. I made it a best friend au if u don't mind🙈

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Pairings: bestfriend!ten x reader

Genre: smut, angst

Warnings: jealousy, slight d/s themes, slight choking, marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex, creampie, rough ish sex

"What are you doing here?" Ten asks walking into the living room where you sat watching tv. "Thought you had a date with that guy?"

"I did, but he called it off again." You mumbled.

"Again? Isn't this like the hundreth time? What a joke." He plops down on the couch next to you.

You side eye him, ready to question the attitude but chose to close your mouth instead.

Shrugging with a sigh, you bite your lip, "Its nothing. Hes probably busy." You knew that wasn't the case. The two of you were all over the place, it was either you guys flirted and went on dates like couples or he ditched you to do something with his friends and side chicks.

You were basically his fling that somehow dragged on for months. And ten couldnt stand it. Seeing you get beaten down and crushed like an egg made his heart sink. But to be honest, it wasn't like he minded the extra attention. Once you and that guy started talking, you were dragged out of his life and hardly talked to him unless it were times like this or when you bragged about the dude, and if he was lucky, a sleepover that came once in a blue moon. Ten probably shouldn't have felt this way, but he couldn't help his jealousy. He wanted what the guy had. He wanted you.

"Give the bastard up already." Ten says, "All he does is break your heart like its his favorite hobby. Then he has the fucking audacity to get back with you like nothing happened. Open your eyes, y/n, he's not good for you."

You grimaced, looking up at his uncharacteristically fuming face, "You don't know him like I do. He's good to me."

"Oh cut the shit. Stop being so naive."

Glowering at the man, you shake your head, "Im not naive and its not my fault you don't like him."

Ten sighed, "Jeez you can be a bitch sometimes."

"Excuse me!?" Your brows furrow, "Ten, stop acting like a dick. Why can't you support me and my decisions? You always find something to complain about with your overprotective ass."

"He treats you like shit, thats literally all he does and I have to sit here and deal with it." Ten growls.

"Then leave i don't fucking care."

Ten snorts, "Youre kidding. You're gonna push me out of your life just because I'm calling someone out. Well I got a newsflash for you babe, thats not how life works."

"As if youre any better." You mumble, thinking ten couldnt hear you. But you were very wrong.

"I dont have to do a thing to be better than that motherfucker." Ten glares before leaning closer to your face, "I could treat you better than he ever did. Like a fucking goddess, but no, you chose him."

"Youre so fucking annoying, ten." Your eyes met your best friends. This was probably the biggest mistake you've made. So many years you never bothered to say anything about your small crush on ten, afraid it may ruin the friendship between you two. But knowing its mutual, you could practically hear your heart crack. Those wasted months could've been months spent with ten, but they weren't.

Ten stared back into your hurt eyes with no expression except frustration, "Good i can keep going. I could write a whole essay on this loser."

"Ten, shut the fuck up! I'm tired of your fucking voice!"

Immediately ten stops talking. Though hes still frowning like an angered child who didn't get their way.

"God, you can be so frustrating at times." You say.

"Frustrating?? Whats frustrating is you being him and not with me." Ten says, breaking his short silence as his face was still inches away from yours.

Your back is just about touching the arm of the couch, tens breath fanning your face softly making your face heat up ever so slightly.

"Seeing him kiss you, hold you-makes my blood boil more than you think." Finally your body was pinned to the couch, ten just barely hovering over your lips, "Im going to make sure he knows who you belong to after tonight."

You yelped as you best friend clashed his lips into yours, much rougher and desperate than you thought he'd be. His hand snaked up your thigh, grabbing and kneading at the skin before he moved it to your hip, loving the small sighs against his lips.

"Youre so desperate," ten mumbles. He swipes his tongue just over your lips as you find yourself chasing his lips, staring at the string of saliva attached. "I finally get to have my desperate little baby." Your pants were off in a matter of seconds along with your panties. Tens fingers already taking in your soaked cunt as he lifted his two fingers up in front of your face, smirking down at you. "Already dripping too. Can't believe you thought about going out with him when you have me."

"Never knew you could be so jealous." You tore your gaze off his arousal coated fingers. "But I'd wish your shut up about it."

Ten sucks his fingers clean before leaning down to bite your neck, earning a gasp as you tilt your head to the side for him. "Dont push it."

"Can't help it." Sighing at the feeling of his teeth sinking in and the small hickeys he's giving you, you reach up to tangle your fingers through his hair, "Youre mad and jealous just because of some guy."

"Not just some guy, babe. A fucking douche." He lapped over the bruises he created on your neck. The purple and blue color was a work of his own art and he wasn't afraid to show it off to anyone and everyone.

"He was nice."

He arched a brow, "Dont lie."

Soon enough, both of your clothings were discarded. Nothing could turn back whatever was going to happen now, and surely not ten who had his hand wrapped firmly around your neck, squeezing the sides tightly but still enough for you to breathe. And as crazy as it may seem, he loved seeing you gasp and wrap your small hands around his wrists.

You moaned at the sudden fullness at your core, the stretch making your back arched a bit off the couch as you pushed your hips into his. A hand carefully placing itself on your hips, but not bothering to push it down or keep it in place.

Ten wasn't going to waste time, he was already thrusting into you at a reasonable set pace where you both moaned, you being louder than he thought.

"You like it?" Ten chuckles to himself, "Of course you do because I know how to fuck you good." He sent a particularly hard thrust just to hear you scream in pleasure. Your nails clawing at his back causing ten to hiss, throwing his head back.

"Youre the worst." You call out, digging your nails further into his back, sure there will be cuts the next day.

He choked you harder, eyes rolling back from the adrenaline rush, "But you love this cock so much, love how I call you mine and not his. Fuck, I should just fill you up over and over again with my cum." You moan at his words, ignoring that stupid grin on his face, "Want me to fill your pretty pussy up, kitten?" Nodding frantically, you gripped his wrist with both of your hands, feeling your orgasm coming closer with each thrust.

"Feels s-so good." The couch screeched against the wood floor as ten pounded into you with no mercy. Each vein of his cock made your walls tighten around him as you got near. " 'm gonna cum."

As if he couldn't move faster, ten surprised you when your body banged against the armrest, desperate for you to cum around him. "Cum, baby. I wanna feel your cum."

You didn't need to be told twice. Everything came rushing out of you an instant, body shaking as ten continued with stuttering thrusts before he finally released inside you, mixing your cum together as he slowly fucked it back inside you, finally pulling out.

"Stay away from him for God's sake." he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Or dont, I wouldn't mind him seeing the mess I made."

#the ending is unedited #im in the middle of liking this and not liking it 😀💔#nct #nct smut #nct angst #nct 127 smut #nct 127 #nct u #nct 2020 #nct dream #nct dream smut #wayv #wayv smut #wayv angst #ten smut #ten lee #wayv ten #nct ten smut #nct ten

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free-pool-trash · 3 years

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come off it - george weasley

i wrote this because i was bored and in my george feels :) if you know me irl no you dont

word count: 5k

warnings: swearing, y/n absolutely bullying draco 💓😌, angst at the start for 0.2 seconds, mentions of blood, umbridge being a bitch, kissing 😽 slytherin!reader

summary: george wants to break up just until you graduate to keep umbridge off your case but it comes out wrong. eventually you both agree to keep your relationship on the low until you can see each other at graduation <3 (im terrible at summaries)

this is my first time ever writing for hp so please let me know what you think, id love feedback <3 reblogs are so appreciated

let me know if you’d like more hp stuff

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(also i dont support jkr if i saw her on the street she’d need new kneecaps <3)

The silence was screaming, the room completely devoid of volume, and yet, you’d never heard anything quite so loud.

He never moved from his spot, perched on the arm of an old grandfather chair, his head hung and his hair blocking his eyes from view, hiding any chance you had of reading his expression.

Feeling suffocated by his lack of dialogue, you spoke up again, your voice nothing more than a whisper to be swallowed up by the silence, “So, that’s that then.”

The quiet in the room didn’t bother you so much after you heard the words that had slipped from your lips, you could find solace in the hollow silence. Relating it to your thundering heart, that was beating rapidly, but the thought that you no longer knew what it was beating for left you like the aforementioned silence; hollow.

“I’m sorry, love.” His voice, as smooth as ever, brought your thoughts back to the situation at hand. All you managed was the weak shake of your head, willing your wet eyes to dry out before you lost hold of what little dignity you had left.

How could you possibly cry? You wondered miserably.

If you had only listened to the whispers in the back of your mind, you’d have seen this coming, foolish girl. You scolded yourself mentally.

“Don’t be.” You told him simply. Regaining your composure long enough to make it to the exit of the room, you spared the boy one last glance, he was looking at you then, brown eyes cloudier than you’d ever seen them.

What would he have to be sad about? This had been his choice, after all.

With a steadying breath you left the room, uttering an almost pathetic, “Look after yourself, Georgie.”

Only when he was sure you were truly gone did he allow his tears to fall, he hadn’t wanted to end things with you, not really.

It was for the best though. Tensions were high in Hogwarts at the minute, with Umbridge’s take over of the school putting everyone on edge. George knew well enough that the pink sporting she devil wouldn’t take too kindly to the prestigious, pure-blooded, princess of Slytherin embroiled with the likes of him. A supposedly lowly Weasley. A blood traitor.

Of course, status never mattered to you, or to your family for that matter. But it mattered to the new headmistress and George couldn’t bear the idea of putting you on the wretched witches radar knowing that he and Fred would be leaving you before the end of term.

He hadn’t expected it to be so bloody hard though. He thought he’d breeze through it with the thought process of “it’s only temporary”, as he’d initially intended. His plans for a temporary reprieve were hushed the second he saw your heart shattering right before his eyes.

You should’ve known really, you can’t just break up with the girl you’ve been completely in love with since third year out of nowhere. Merlin, you’ve really done it this time, haven’t you? She must think you’re a right tosser.

He reprimanded, the words trapped in the confines of his muddled mind.

His sadness turned to anger as it dawned on him, he’d just let you go and for what? Merlin, his mother was going to kill him.

Molly Weasley absolutely adored you, George recalled the first time he’d introduced you to his family. You’d been so nervous, it wasn’t every day a Slytherin found themselves in the midst of mostly Gryffindors.

Of course, yourself and George were just friends at the time. Fred had been the one who had begged you to visit the burrow as a matter of fact.

George cringed at the thought of the letter he’d surely be getting from his mother when she got wind of what he’d just done.

Overcome with frustration, George lifted himself from the arm of the chair and began storming through the stone halls in search of you. The conversation, if you could even call it that, hadn’t gone the way he planned.

He’d planned to sit down with you, talk you through his thought process and then hopefully you’d promise each other to rekindle your love in six months after you graduated.

Obviously that’s not how it ended up going. He’d screwed it up completely, he’d frozen on the spot and suddenly he’d forgotten everything he had planned to say.

He spotted you then, sluggishly moving down the corridor, small sniffles emitted from your retreating form and George jogged to reach you.

His large hand grasped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks, “Wait. Please.” His voice was strained, pleading.

Inhaling shakily you turned to face him again, the redhead tried his best to ignore your red rimmed eyes as he could already feel his guilt eating him alive as he held your wrist.

You didn’t speak. Just looked at him expectantly.

Carefully, his hand slipped from your wrist to your own hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Can we talk?” You nodded wordlessly, allowing him to lead you wherever he intended to go.

The pair of you didn’t speak until you reached your destination. You found yourself standing in the privacy of the astronomy tower, hugging yourself to lessen the chill you felt when George released your hand, you stared at him expectantly, praying that you wouldn’t cry anymore.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did.” He confessed while taking a calculated step closer to you, acutely aware of your habit of simply walking away if you felt as though you were being ridiculed. It was a characteristic that he loved about you, you didn’t take anyone’s shit, including his. Which is why he wanted to keep a close proximity, knowing that there was a very real possibility that he’d say the wrong thing and you’d tell him to shove it.

“First of all, I love you. I don’t want you thinking for a second that I don’t.” He couldn’t quite hold back his grimace as you shuddered and turned your face away, staring out at the view as opposed to at him.

With an aggressive sniff you blinked away the water forming in your eyes before meeting his gaze again, “Then what is this about then?” Your tone was demanding, the cold air making itself comfortable in your bones while you waited for an answer.

George took another step forward, the sound of your shaky voice sending a pang directly to his heart. Throwing caution to the wind, he grabbed hold of your arms, just above your elbows.

“I want to be with you more than anything, honest. But I can’t have you in Umbridge’s bad books because of me, especially when Fred and I will be gone in two weeks.” He tried his best to explain, his grip on you softening when he felt your body become less rigid, although you still shook slightly from the cold.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?” You chastised him weakly, your lips turning downward as you realised he was right. Umbridge had been on your case since she had arrived, with being the top student in her house, she didn’t take kindly to your “fraternisation with the likes of them”.

He let out a sigh, tugging you gently to his chest, his long arms wrapped around you tightly. “Because I’m a knobhead.”

His words had obviously been intended to get a laugh out of you and he was pleased to confirm that it had worked when he heard the soft giggle leaving your lips.

You gave his shoulder a halfhearted whack, “Yeah, you are.”

“Are you still breaking up with me?” You asked, voice a whisper, arms tightly around his waist, afraid if you loosened your grip he’d disappear.

George chuckled at that, “I was never breaking up with you, love.” His lips met the top of your head before he continued, “I just think we should keep a low profile for a bit.”

“I hate it when you’re right.” Your grumbled, pulling away from his hold slightly to look into his eyes.

“I know this isn’t ideal… but we’ll get through it. I need you in one piece for our wedding, after all.” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows and causing you to bark out a laugh.

“One minute you’re breaking up with me and the next your banging on about marrying me? I’ll never understand you Weasley.” You reciprocated his teasing, eyes finally dry and shining a little brighter than they had been just a few minutes prior.

George lowered his face close to yours, your noses nudging together ever so slightly as his mouth, formed in a grin, hovered in front of your own. “I’ve got to keep you interested somehow, love.”

With that his lips met yours, his hands sliding up to cup your cheeks when you began to move your lips in unison with his and your own hands tangled in his ginger hair.

All too soon, he removed his lips from yours and rested his forehead on yours. “Maybe we should make up some code words.”

“Like what?” You entertained him, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck as he thought about possible code words.

“Right, how about this? When I say “ Merlin, you’re hard work”” he spoke, his hands leaving your cheeks to make air quotes and you watched him fondly as his hands moved to your hips, “That will mean. You’re bloody incredible and I wish I could snog you right here on the spot.”

Throwing your head back, you laughed, “Perfect.”

Then you paused, thinking for a response and then you bit back a smile, hands sliding to his chest pushing him away ever so slightly, “And when I say “Oh, come off it, Weasley” that will mean You’re a prat but I love you regardless.” A dopey smile crossed his lips.

“I’m choosing to ignore the part where you called me a prat.”

Innocently, you shrugged your shoulders, “You are a prat.” George scoffed at that, pulling you into his chest again, rocking your bodies together and lulling you into a sense of tranquility as your cheek rested against his chest.

He let out a long sigh, tightening his grip around you, muttering cheekily in your ear, “Merlin, you’re hard work.”

A small laugh left your mouth and you looked up at him with a half hearted glare, “Oh, come off it, Weasley.”

This ‘keep it on the down low’ plan was to put it plainly: dreadful. Acting as though you and George had broken up didn't do too much to keep Umbridge off your back. What it did do however was have, what seemed like every girl in the entire castle, crowding around your boyfriend in hopes of being the next one to catch his attention.

He entertained them all with charming smiles and false niceties, more often than not passing them over to Fred, who basked in the new found attention.

Not that George was the only one being bombarded with love offers, you had your fair share of Slytherin boys sniffing around you over the last couple of days.

One boy had been particularly persistent though, and it was easy to see it was driving the youngest Weasley twin absolutely mental.

The boy in question was currently sat beside you at the Slytherin table in the great hall, doing his very best to keep you interested in what he was saying.

“I don’t know if I mentioned it earlier, but I’m sorry to hear about you and Weasley.” He told you, his voice uncharacteristically shy.

You supposed you shouldn’t be so curt with him, as far as Slytherin boys went Adrian Pucey was probably the kindest of the lot. With a small sigh you turned to the Slytherin chaser and gave him your best fake sad smile, “Thanks, Adrian.”

The boy cleared his throat and you couldn’t help but notice the flush beginning to form on his cheeks, Merlin he is going to be upset when he realises you're not really available.

“If you ever want to talk about it I’d be more than happy to listen.” He offered up kindly, his kindness wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary, the pair of you had always been friendly with each other, but your perception told you that Adrian was definitely hoping for something a little more than friendly to come of this situation.

Giving him another small smile you nodded your head, deciding to cut the poor boy some slack, “I appreciate that. It’s been pretty strange honestly, feels like every girl in school is lining up to take my place…” You trailed off, eyes landing on George who was sat at the Gryffindor table, a fifth year Hufflepuff girl sitting way too close to him for your liking, twirling her hair and you let your eyes roll at the sight.

Adrian followed your gaze before giving you a sympathetic look, “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that left you at that, you returned your gaze to him, giving him an expectant look, “You seem more upset than I am.” You pointed out, trying not to smile at the furrow in his brow.

Adrian looked away from you towards George who was now laughing with Lee, the Hufflepuff girl now long gone, shrugging his shoulders lightly he began to speak his eyes never leaving the red headed Gryffindor, “The pair of you were great together. I just don’t see what he could possibly want that you couldn’t offer… if you ask me he’s a right idiot for letting you go.”

George was looking in your direction now, his jaw set in a tight clench as he watched Pucey playfully bump his shoulder against yours. Why on earth were you smiling at something Adrian Pucey said?

You caught his gaze from across the room, sending him a sad smile then turning back to the Slytherin beside you, keeping in character as you were very aware of Umbridge’s eyes on you and what she would consider an eligible bachelor.

“Yes well, you know how Gryffindors are. Don’t often think before they act.” You told him, pushing yourself away from the table and collecting your things.

Adrian nodded in agreement, quickly standing up too, “Um, I was wondering if you were after a new potions partner?” He asked quickly, voice shaking ever so slightly with nerves.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you glanced towards George- your usual potions partner desperately, turning back to Adrian you reluctantly nodded your head, you’d need a new partner in a week or so anyway. “Sure.”

Seeming pleased with your answer the brown haired boy sat back down and smiled happily as he watched you leave the hall.

The evening was drawing to an end as you found yourself on the balcony of the astronomy tower, eyes set on the sunset, your body leant comfortably on the railing in front of you.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the future Mrs. Pucey.” Came the voice you’d recognise anywhere, his tone teasing.

Without looking away from the view you chided him playfully, “Don’t be jealous, Georgie. Or should I say Hogwarts’ most eligible bachelor?”

You let out a content sigh as George wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaning his chin on your shoulder and placing a delicate kiss to the curve of your jaw, “I quite like that title. But I’d prefer to be known as your future husband.” He shot back cheekily, placing a flurry of kisses against your neck making you giggle joyfully.

As you threw your head back, your laughter was silenced by his lips catching your own in a passionate kiss, his hands moving to your hips to flip you around to face him, your back pressed against the railing now as you looked up into his eyes.

“That’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.” He admitted, his hands sliding up and down your sides gently as you slid your own around his shoulders.

You hummed approvingly, pulling him towards you and placing your lips against his again, tongue moving against his as his hands gripped your hips. When you pulled away, he chased your lips, pressing short kisses to them while simultaneously pressing his body closer to yours.

“Bet Pucey wouldn’t be able to kiss you like that, eh?” George smirked cockily and you let out a breathy laugh.

Matching his energy, your hands slipped up his neck and you let them get tangled in his hair, you raised an eyebrow, “I could always go and find out… how much are you willing to bet, Weasley?” At your challenge, his lips returned your neck, dragging along the sensitive skin and making your stomach flip.

George’s lips paused right at your ear, his voice gruff and low as he whispered, “No amount of galleons would tempt me if it meant you’d be kissing that git, darling.”

“Stop, you’ll make me swoon.” You joked dryly, tugging softly on his long hair causing him to detach from your neck.

His forehead met yours as the sun finally retreated, leaving just you, George and the stars in the darkness of the tower.

“You know, you could always run away with me. Then we could go back to snogging whenever we want and that old cow wouldn’t be able to punish either one of us for too long.” You could tell he wasn’t truly joking despite the tone of his voice, you released a sad sigh, running your hands through his hair, your nails scratching his scalp the way you knew he liked.

“Mm, but imagine how incredible it’ll feel when we reunite at graduation.” He let out a small puff of air against your face, tightening his arms around you.

It was then that a worry crossed your mind, would he and Fred even bother showing up? Ron wasn’t graduating until next year, Ginny in two, so there would be no family members there for them to see. But surely they’d show up to see Lee?

“You’ll come won’t you? To graduation?” You wondered out loud, his hands rubbing soothing circles into your hips as he sensed your nerves.

He pressed his lips to your forehead and hugged you close, “Freddie and I wouldn’t miss it for the world, love.”

“If I don’t see you there I’ll hex you both.” You promised, snuggling into his embrace.

George let out a small chuckle, hand running down your hair with a content smile, “I don’t doubt it.”

All too soon, Fred and George disappeared from Hogwarts in a blaze of lights and explosions and you couldn’t have been prouder of them. With the ambition those boys had you sometimes questioned how they weren’t placed in Slytherin.

You’d managed to stay on Umbridge’s good side for the most part, you’d become quite close with Adrian too, but to avoid leading him on you’d fed him a story about how you were still mad about George and that you were sure he’d only broken up with you so it wouldn’t hurt you so much when he left, he accepted it far more gracefully than you’d expected and continued to be a great friend to you despite knowing you weren’t interested in anything romantic.

There was only a week left until you graduated from the school you’d called home for the past seven years and you’d managed to make it this far with no detentions with Umbridge and her favourite quill.

You were so close.

It’d been a long day of classes and you were on your way back to the Slytherin common room, Adrian by your side when you’d come across the scene.

Some of the fifth years were crowding a scared looking fourth year, you let out a low growl as you recognised Ginny to be the girl cornered by Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Throwing all your previous caution to the wind you stamped towards the scene, wrapping an arm around the youngest Weasley’s shoulder and pulled her into your side protectively.

“What do you three little demons think you’re doing?” You seethed, checking Ginny over for any injuries only to find she had tears pooling in her eyes.

It was no secret that you adored the Weasleys. You’d visited the burrow six Christmases in a row and Molly has never failed to send you an owl with a present attached on your birthday. It was also no secret to the family, even George, that you’d both kill and die for little Ginny. When she’d been taken to the chamber of secrets in her very first year you’d nearly popped a blood vessel worrying about her and very nearly ended up petrified while looking for her. Your fake break up with George hadn’t changed how you felt about the family.

Malfoy scoffed, turning his nose up to you, “What’s it to you, you’re just as bad as them. Filthy blood traitor you are.” It was then Adrian stepped in, clamping a hand down on the blonde’s shoulder.

“I’d watch your mouth if you’re looking to play in the final game on Saturday.” The chaser spoke lowly, his threat scaring the younger boy only slightly.

“Oh you’re such a big hard man, Draco.” You laughed mockingly, you’d known him since he was in nappies due to the fact that your mother and his were quite close up until recent years.

Pushing Ginny gently into the grasp of Adrian who had again moved to be standing by your side, he gave her a kind smile and you nodded reassuringly and that was all she needed to go willingly to Adrian.

Now that Ginny was out of the line of fire you squared up to the spoiled brat in front of you, you were anything but intimidated by him, it was high time you gave him a little reminder of exactly why you’d been named the Princess of Slytherin for so many years.

You were never mean for no reason. In fact, everyone believed you’d been misplaced at first. That was until half the student body had watched you absolutely verbally obliterate a Ravenclaw two years above you after he’d called you a slut. You had been absolutely ruthless. Nobody dared to speak badly of you or your friends as you proved on several occasions that you’d not hold back in retaliation. It seemed that little Draco needed a reminder of this.

“You’re so cool. Bullying girls…” You told him dryly, smirking wickedly as he swallowed harshly when Crabbe and Goyle had the good sense to take a few steps back, you raised an eyebrow lowering your voice and forming your lips in a pout, “Tell me, Draco, is your daddy proud of you? Or have you yet to catch his attention?”

Draco fumed then, huffing and gritting his teeth, by now there was a small crowd forming and Ginny had retreated into the arms of Ron, another one of George’s siblings that you simply adored.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He spat out, venom lacing his words, only egging you on further.

The grin on your lips only widened and your eyebrow rose higher, “Oh? Because the last time I checked” You lowered your voice so only he could hear before going on, “He’s missed your birthday for the last three years.”

His face turned red and he lunged. Shouts came from the crowd and you considered your options, were you really, as a seventeen year old, about to fist fight a fifteen year old prat with daddy issues? You got your answer in the form of Draco connecting his first to your jaw and busting you lip. The fifth year being restrained by Adrian and Ron, both of whom looked like they were going to fight him themselves.

The crowd watched with bated breath as you dabbed a finger under your cut lower lip. Noticing the blood that now painted your finger you let out a humourless laugh and tilted your head to the side.

You were absolutely about to fist fight the fifteen year old with daddy issues.

Just as you realed your fist back, a voice that met your ears like nails on a chalkboard sliced through the jeers of the crowd, “What is going on here?”

Umbridge screamed when she took in the scene. And you’d be the first to admit it looked bad. Draco with his hands being restrained by a seventh year and your fist in the air, there was absolutely no question about what was going on.

“Why Ms.(L/n)! My office this instant!” She seethed but you could tell she was biting back that horrid grin of hers. She’d been waiting for a reason to lock you in detention with her before you left.

You didn’t bother arguing with the women as she glared at Adrian, Ron and Draco.

“Pucey, Weasley let the boy go. I will deal with the three of you later.”

She motioned for you to follow her and you obliged, sighing softly when the voice echoed from behind you, “My father will be hearing about this.” He couldn’t quit could he? Seeing as you were already in trouble, you continued walking but turned your head over your shoulder and gave him a look of agreement, “Yes Draco he’ll be hearing, but will he really be listening?”

“You have been soiling the good name of Slytherin for far too long, positively whoring yourself out to that Weasley boy.” Umbridge had been criticising you for what felt that hours, watching intently as your hand bled as you wrote.

Not too bothered you let her go on her little rant as you write out your line: house embarrassment, her words stung far less than the growing wound on your hand.

The women took a deep breath as she continued, “A bright girl like you should be putting her talents to good use not entertaining the likes of blood traitors.”

It took everything in you to bite your tongue and refrain from stabbing her with her own enchanted quill. It was funny how you’d ended up in that position really, not because of George but because of his little sister.

“I had half a mind to hold you back. But you’d only get in my way. Consider yourself lucky.” She shut up after that, obviously growing bored of your lack of response she relieved you after another half an hour.

When you got back to the dungeon Adrian was sat waiting for you, a tired smile on his face, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh how your words injure me.” You jested, flopping onto the sofa, dropping your feet into his lap.

He patted your shin with a chuckle, “How’s the hand?”

You wiggled your bloody hand at him and he winced, “Merlin, (Y/n)...” It looked at lot worse than it felt.

You only shrugged, a dazed smile on your face, “My only regret is not getting a punch in.”

“That Ginny girl is quite worried about you. Kept saying how George was going to prank her so badly for getting you in trouble.” Pucey told you, laughing lightly when you sighed dreamily at the mention of the twin you loved.

“I’ll protect her.” You murmured, thoughts trailing off, “Did I tell you he’s coming to graduation next week?” Adrian nodded, soft smile on his face.

“D’you reckon a reconciliation is on the cards?” He asked teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Mimicking his eyebrow movements you nodded with determination, “No doubt about it, mate.”

He barked out a laugh, pushing your feet off his lap and standing up, “Save me the details, a man’s heart can only take so much.”

With a wicked smile you watched as he walked towards the dorm stairs, “So are you going to tell that Ravenclaw girl you fancy her before the end of the week?” He went rigid then, blushing furiously as you laughed.

“How’d you find out about that?” He whined miserably.

Just like earlier, you wiggled your eyebrows at him, “Saw you snogging at the back of the library.”

Adrian groaned, grabbing a cushion from the armchair by the stairs and chucked it at you, “Why’d you ask if you already knew?”

You placed your uninjured hand over your chest and faked hurt before it morphed into a triumphant grin, “Thought it’d be fun to rile you up considering you didn’t think to tell me.”

Adrian shook his head before finally heading up the stairs, “Don’t stay up too late.”

The days until graduation flew by and before you knew it you and the rest of your year were shouting in delight, a few even crying.

“(Y/n)!” Lee’s voice caught your attention and you met him with a bright smile and squeezed him tightly when he pulled you into a hug, “Come on, the twins are here!”

Being Fred and George’s best friend, Lee knew all about your fake split, never shy to tell you how utterly stupid he thought the whole thing was. But it didn’t matter anymore because the jig was about to be up. Finally.

Eagerly, you followed Lee through the crowd, rushing ahead of him when you locked eyes with George.

When the pair of you collided it was as if you’d never been apart. Your hands immediately tangled in his hair as he lifted you from around the waist, spinning you around excitedly before placing you down but keeping his arms around you

“Merlin, I’ve missed you.” He whispered lowly into your ear, you pulled your lip between your teeth, and leaned away to look at him fondly.

“Hi.” You whispered, a huge grin on your face.

“Hello.” He whispered back, the look on his face nothing short of enchanted when he studied you for the first time since he left.

Without another word you used your grip on his hair to bring his lips to yours, kissing him softly through your smile as you heard Ginny giggling from her place beside Molly.

George grumbled at the short length of the kiss, settling for holding you hard and leaning down to whisper, “You’re hard work, my love”

With a laugh you pecked his cheek adoringly, staring deeply into his eyes as you murmured with a shit eating grin, “Come off it, Weasley.”

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #harry potter x reader #weasley twins x reader

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atsumiyass · 3 years

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Bakusquad during christmas

here’s a lil something for christmas since i’m feelin in the spirit - venus

warnings: fluff, platonic relationships

Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou would definitely take on cooking duty.

We all know mans can cook BOMB ASS FOOD.

He literally wouldn't let anyone else take on the job so...

But I feel like if you tried to help out he wouldn’t care as much

Bc he has a soft spot for you, ofc.

Also bc he knows you can cook pretty good as well.

So you both spend the afternoon cooking together.

Which turned out to be fun...

Apart from when you almost burned down the whole dorm building but we dont talk about that.

Once you finished putting away the food for tomorrow, you had the amazing idea of watching a Christmas movie to get into the spirit and relax after all your hard work.

it took some begging, but he finally agreed.

as long as you watched whatever he wanted, of course

but i mean who were you to say no to Bakugou

you made your way to his dorm since he had a tv and you didn’t

lucky prick

he put the disc in and you both settled on the wall where his bed was, a few feet apart from each other

but you’re y/n, and you’re in desperate need of attention

and it was cold

and Bakugou just happened to be a couple feet away

so the only logical option would be to snuggle up next to him

it took some courage but when you did, he surprisingly didn’t mind

he actually put his arm around you.

you took the chance and snuggled in closer.

soft Bakugou was a once in a lifetime experience, you had to take advantage of it.

especially since he would never act like this in front of the others

“so do you think they’ll like the food?” you asked, looking up at him.

“hell yeah they will, we made it didn’t we?” He replied, not looking away from the screen.

you smiled and turned back to the movie.

This Christmas was gonna be one to remember, thats for sure.

Eijirou Kirishima

This baby is on christmas tree duty

he asked you to tag along tho, for support

and bc he has a lil crush on you but you didn’t hear it from me (;

you both get to the common area and take a look at the empty Christmas tree

its huge.

like,

as tall as the ceiling huge.

you might have to call Uraraka for this one

you looked at each other like

“this is gonna take awhile.”

so you both get to work, first stringing the multi-colored lights around the tree

luckily they didn’t get all tangled up in the tree, so it didn’t take that long

(you actually ended up calling Uraraka to help you since it was so high up)

Once that was done, you continued on with the tinsel.

which ended up in it all getting tangled from you both fooling around.

in the trash it goes.

Next was the ornaments.

They varied from red, to white, to even hero themed ones.

you started from the bottom this time, not wanting to get Uraraka again

you decided to turn on some christmas music to set the mood since you both were just sitting in awkward silence for a hot minute

i hc that kiri get shy around his crush pls

so once you got the perfect spotify playlist going you went back to working on the tree, humming along to the song.

little did you know Kirishima was on the other side of the tree, having an internal conflict.

does he talk to you? does he make a joke? does he not say anything? does he-

“hey do we have anymore red ones?” he heard your voice, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

“yeah here..” he said going to grab one.

but ofc you didn’t hear him

so you also went to go grab one

and just like those cheesy romance movies

your hand landed on top of his.

you both looked up at each other and quickly pulled your hands back.

You felt your face heat up as you nervously laughed and picked up the ornament, making your way back to your side of the tree.

my shy, oblivious babies tsk tsk

Soon enough you finished all the ornaments and stood back to observe your work.

it honestly looked really good.

“wow Eji, it looks great dontcha think?” you asked, turning towards him.

“Yeah we did a super good job! great work y/n!” He said, giving you his signature sharky smile along with a thumbs up

your heart: doki doki

Suddenly a light bulb went off in your head

you had forgotten the star!!!

the most important part!!!!!

wtf y/n smh do better

you dug around in the christmas box for the star, which you soon found.

“hey could you go get Ochaco again? we gotta put up the star.” You called out to him.

“I think she’s out training with the other girls, i’m sure we can handle it.” he said confidently.

you guys couldn’t handle it.

somehow you ended up on top of him after falling off his shoulders.

could this get anymore cliché srsly.

luckily the star hadn't broke, so with the help of Ochaco this time, you got it up all nice and snug.

You plugged in the cords and the tree lit up, the rainbow lights and golden star illuminating the room.

your eyes sparkled in admiration, as the whole class gawked at you and Kirishimas work.

“You’re such a good team guys!” Yaoyorozu said, clapping her hands together with a smile.

and that, you were.

Denki Kaminari

Denki our electric boy would be on presents duty.

how did you end up tagging along with him?

you offered to go, like the kind person you are.

you actually wanted to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn’t accidently break something or pick up the wrong presents.

either way

you both arrived at the first store to pick up Mr. Aizawas present, since the whole class chipped in to get him something as a thank you.

you got to the counter and gave the clerk the receipt, and they went to the back to get the order.

what you didn’t know was that while you were there, Kaminari was wondering around the store touching everything he possibly could.

it was only a matter of time before he broke something

you soon realize he isn’t behind you so you go to look for him since the clerk is still in the back

“Kaminari? Where did you go?” You call out to him, but hear no response.

You continue in the store, searching every rack to see if he was hiding inside (yes Denki is childish what about it)

you do end up finding him though

just, not in the way you would imagine.

“Denki what happened?” You asked, speed walking over to a stupefied Kaminari

you saw two batteries on the ground and connected the dots.

of course.

you sighed, picking up the batteries and putting them back on the shelf.

“c’mon you big oaf, lets get back.” you sighed again, guiding Kaminari back to the front

once you got back to the counter the clerk had already come back, present in hand.

they looked at you like “da fawk are these bitches doing”

you grabbed the bag from the counter, thanked the clerk, and left.

(yes you paid smh you aint no robber)

Hand in hand with Kaminari you made it back to the dorms in one piece thankfully and by that time he had gotten back to a somewhat normal state

as normal as he can be

When the rest of the class asked what happened, you told them:

“just Kaminari, being Kaminari.”

Mina Ashido

you and Mina would def go ugly sweater shopping together.

both of you would force the guys (Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero) to wear them all throughout the Christmas party.

so you headed over to the nearest mall to pick some out for everyone, since (in Minas words) you both have “exquisite taste in fashion”.

which you dont, but they dont know that.

Once you entered the shop you both sprinted and got yelled at to the sweaters section and started to look through the racks.

“Ouu this one just screams Bakugou!” she exclaimed, pulling one from the rack.

It was red, covered in stars, ornaments, and ugly santas with orange words that read ‘Merry Christmas’ across the sweater in cursive.

yeah he would hate it, but then again thats the whole point.

“definitely, lets get it.”

After about an hour or so of picking out unique (ugly asf) sweaters for each of the boys, you paid and left the store.

The day of the party soon rolled around and you got your sweaters on, heading over to the boys’ dorms to give them theirs.

Bakugou: Hell no!

Y/n: pretty pleaseee *puppy dog eyes*

Bakugou: .....fine.

Kirishima: aw yeah cool! I'm gonna look super manly in this!

Sero: I have a bad feeling about this, eh whatever.

Kaminari: we’re gonna look so stupid in these hahaha!

Once they all came out in their sweaters, you and Mina had a whole ass FIT OF LAUGHER

like I'm talking a good 10 minutes on the floor.

After getting yelled at by Bakugou, you headed over to everyone else.

but not before fist bumping Mina in victory.

“We’re so doing this next year.”

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im jaebum mini series

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pairing: jaebum x reader genre: friends, angst, jealousy plot: you and jaebum have been really great friends. things have been going smoothly because neither of you were in a real relationship, flings? sure, but girlfriends/boyfriends? no. so when Jaebum starts going out with Emma (a bitch), you can’t help but act out <3 a/n: I dont know why I do this to myself... hope y’all like it. this is written very casually. this one will be like six part absolute max.

“Hey, you know this isn’t going to happen right?”

“Huh?”

“This,” he gestured to the two of you sitting in your dark room. The bed comfortable underneath you as you watched Tangled. You realised how you were leaning against him; your head on his shoulder, your side pressed against him. “This isn’t going to happen.”

“Yeah,” you blew out, making a comical face as you snorted. “Of course not.”

You leaned away from him slightly, straightening onto the pillows behind you instead. You stared at the screen, your cheeks burning, “That would be hilariously disgusting, honestly.”

Shit.

“Excuse me,” you said once the movie ended. Before the dark-haired boy could reply you walked into your bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You caught yourself in the mirror. Your eyes wide, your hair a mess, and a face of a fucked up girl staring back at you.

“Shit!” You hissed, quietly, as you stared at yourself.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” You repeated as you kicked the cabinet underneath the sink. You closed your eyes, running your hands through your hair. You kept out a quick breath, as you rested your hands on the bench.

You leaned in closer to the mirror as you stared into your eyes.

“You got this,” you spoke with resolution. “You’re going to go back in there and act like everything is normal.”

You took in your messed up hair and fixed it into place. You corrected yourself and checked in the mirror. You bit your lip as you gawked at the neckline of your t-shirt in contemplation.

“Fucks sake,” you muttered under your breath, tugging it down to reveal your bra strap. You check your hair once again, sighing deeply to calm yourself.

“Alright, let’s do this.” You walked out the door and into your dimly lit room.

You found your friend sitting on the bed where you had left him. He looked up from his phone, his lips quirking up as he rose his eyebrows, “Have a good piss?”

“Yup, I had been holding it the whole movie,” you replied, as you strolled over to the bed.

Maybe that was why Im Jaebum did not want to fuck you. You talked without a filter and had a grand total of freaking zero charm and wit that other girls had. For some reason when you hung out with Jaebum, you liked to talk and behave like a guy with a dick, instead of a girl who wanted to jump his bones.

You were the goddess of seduction, taking about holding in your piss. Who in their right mind would not want to bury their cock inside a pussy that had been holding its pee for a whole movie.

“We could’ve paused the movie,” Jaebum tsked, getting up to sit straight. The laptop slipped from his lap and onto the bed.

You paused and spun on your heels as you began walking towards the mini-fridge in your room. It wasn’t that you were rich. You had saved up to get this mini prize keeper, so the thieves you lived with didn’t steal your treasure.

“A drink, Jae?” You asked as you bent to open the fridge and grab a bottle for yourself.

“Yeah, why not,” he answered, and you grabbed his favourite. You turned, holding it up and he chuckled before staring at you with a smirk, “You have a problem, y/n.”

“What do you mean?” You frowned, skipping over before jumping onto the bed. You didn’t have a bed frame. You weren’t sure if it was because you were poor or if you liked the low-key fashionable homeless aesthetic.

Jaebum took the drink from you, sipping it as he stared at you over the bottle.

“It is a Wednesday night,” he smiled at you, those ridiculously cute little bumps appearing on his cheekbones as he teased, “and you’re drinking.”

“So? are you too,” You scowled.

“Yes, but that’s cause you offered.”

“Yeah, how is that any different?” Your frown deepened as you took a big gulp. You reached for the laptop bringing it onto your lap. You opened a new tab, “Lesbian or gay porn?”

“Y/n,” Jaebum warned. His voice light, a little stern.

You peeped over at him with a teasing smile. You rose an eyebrow holding back your growing grin, “Gang bang then?”

His eyes widened, with a warning.

“With animal suits on?” You gasped, beaming at him as he shook his head. “Now wouldn’t you say that’s a little too furry for a Wednesday night?”

“Shut up,” he closed the laptop, making you turn towards him. You rolled your eyes as you bought the bottle to your lips, chugging it.

“Hey, come on,” he took the bottle off you.

“Hey!” You whined, watching as he placed both your bottles on the floor behind him. He took your hands in his warm hands, and you felt an entire zoo go wild in your stomach.

How could he not realise what he does to you?

“Y/n, listen to me,” Jaebum sighed heavily. You studied his face and instantly looked away. He was terribly gorgeous, so attractive that it should be illegal.

And the way he was looking at you... How could he possibly say nothing could ever happen between you when he looks at you like that.

No one ever looked at anyone like that, not unless they wanted to fuck. Im Jaebum looked at you, properly, truly looked at you. He was looking at you with the presence of his mind, not just staring at you while his mind was elsewhere.

He was watching you, studying you.

You didn’t know if friends did that, especially ones you met a few years ago. It wasn’t just you who felt this energy between you. Everyone else watches the two of you too. Always monitoring for a change between the two of you, a classic would they- won’t they.

There were times when you were so close. There were times when you and him were a second away from finally getting rid of this stressful sexual tension between the two of you.

You glanced away from his eyes. You wouldn't be able to help yourself if you kept looking into those melting brown eyes, and those delicate lips.

You would end up kissing him and whose fault would that be? You would have no choice but to blame him and those beautiful brown eyes.

Jaebum tugged at your hand, making you look up at him. You sulked at him, letting him know you didn’t enjoy this. His eyes watched you, even in the dim fairy lights of your room, you could make out the golden streaks in them as if you had memorised the patterns they made.

You probably did. You were always looking into them, or thinking about them.

About him.

You gulped as his eyes darted down towards your lips for a split second.

“Y/n,” he spoke, his voice soft and serious.

“Jaebum,” you sang, trying to be clever when truly you were scared he’ll realise how sweaty your palms were getting.

“I can’t look after you forever.”

You nodded, snorting, “I don’t need you on my ass all day too, Jae.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” you replied, holding his hand now. “I am a grown woman. I have a job and a degree and everything. The sixteen-year-old me would be crying if she saw me right now.”

“She’d be proud to see you live without a bed frame?” He rose an eyebrow.

“It’s a lifestyle choice.” You deadpanned, he bit his lip to hold back that betraying smirk.

“Alright, fine,” he sighed, he gazed down at you. His hands holding yours again, once again, he was holding power in the conversation. “You know we can’t always be like this, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s not happening anytime soon,” you snorted, you tried smiling but you couldn’t. Your smile weakened when you saw that look flash in his eyes.

Pity, it was fucking pity.

“Actually,” he started, and you wanted to stop him. You wanted to send him away before he began. “Emma and I have been getting serious now.”

“Hook up Emma?”

They had been hooking up for a few months now. It was causal, she was just the new flavour of the season. Or at least that’s what she was meant to be, but then she started showing up everywhere.

You open Jaebum’s car door to sit shotgun, she is sitting there. You go to Joanna’s for the weekly Friday nights, Emma is there. You make a plan to go hiking over the weekend, surprise, Emma has made herself available.

You wouldn’t have minded if she was nice, but she was an actual bitch. You saw the way she looked at you. You could see straight through the expression on her face as she kissed Jaebum, making sure you were watching.

His phone dinged beside him, and you could bet your firstborn it was her. You felt happy when Jaebum didn't reach for it instantly.

“She isn’t just a hookup,” Jaebum told you, his eyes holding yours. You felt your heart drop at his words. It hurt to see him so protective over someone else, so much that he spoke to you like that.

Jaebum never told you anything. He would tell you stuff, joke, talk, but he never told you something. He never corrected you off so seriously, not unless it was something important.

Seems like Emma unlocked a new level.

“Alright,” you replied soulless, as you took your hand out from his grasp. You pressed the nail of your middle finger into your thumb-pad to stop the prickling in your eyes. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

You both sat quietly for a few more seconds before you reached over him. You felt your chests press against his arm as you grabbed your bottle from his other side. You could’ve moved away, but you didn’t want to.

You felt his breath catch before he held it, exhaling it out softly. You felt its warmth brush against your neck, you wanted to feel it all over your body.

You straightened, downing the whole bottle as you held his gaze.

Jaebum gulped visibly before casting his eyes away. He reached for his own bottle taking a big swig, his eyes not looking at you.

“We’re together, y/n.”

You laughed.

“I’m sorry?” you chuckled, staring at him as if he was losing his marbles. She would eat him up alive, and then vomit it out and make him eat himself up. She would ruin him.

“Emma and I are in a relationship. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” You laughed, your mind blanking. Your heart speeding up frantically as your body went into overdrive.

Stupid. This whole thing was stupid.

A fucking stupid shit show.

“What are you in fifth grade? Girlfriend?” You snickered at him. Jaebum only stared at you a frown on his face.

“Stop laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you,” you tried to make it better but you couldn’t.

You were laughing at yourself. At how fucking stupid you were, at how you were having a literal mental breakdown right now.

“No, actually I am laughing at you.” You shrugged.

“Fuck you,” he groaned, staring at you with loathing.

“Oh, come on,” you hit his arm, playfully. You didn’t know what you were doing. You had absolutely no fucking idea what to do. What is one to do when their crush is going out with the spawn of the devil, and not even the hot kinda devil.

“No, fuck you, y/n,” he grunted, annoyed, as he watched you who was failing to stop laughing. You weren’t laughing because you wanted to, your body just didn’t know what else to do.

“I’m not laughing at you. I just don’t know how to process this.”

“There isn’t anything for you to process,” Jaebum grumbled, lifting his arms in confused defeat. “Just accept.”

“You don’t need any approval of mine, Jae,” you rolled your eyes as you got off the bed and walked towards the mini-fridge. You needed another drink, another lot more drinks. “You are just informing me, and you have. You know I don’t like her vibes.”

“Oh, stop with your witchy voodoo crap,” he groaned, and you could recognise him roll his eyes. You turned to ask him if he wanted another drink, he just shook his head.

“It’s not voodoo, I don’t chant any spells. Her energy is just off.”

“She’s great-”

“-at sucking dick.”

“Y/n,” he warned.

“Fine,” you gave in. Your phone dinged, and you reached over, smiling at the glowing screen.

Dickdown 9/10: You up?

Perfect.

“Are you staying?” You asked Jaebum, inspecting up when he didn’t reply.

You found him staring at you, and you rose an eyebrow, “What?”

“Who’s that?” He narrowed his eyes.

“It’s none of your business,” you smirked. You needed to fuck Im Jaebum out of your system. There was no way you were going to spend tonight sober, and drinking alone would be worse.

And spending the night with Jaebum would be just sad mostly.

“Are you kicking me out?” He smirked at you, teasing.

“Well, Emma isn’t here to kick me out, so...” you trailed off.

“Alright, fine,” he got grabbing his jacket. You watched as he put it on, before running his hands through his hair.

“Bye, Jae,” you whispered.

Jaebum looked down at you, his eyes soft as he sighed, “I wish you weren’t so much trouble, y/n.”

You didn't say anything and only smiled up at him.

“Goodbye, y/n,” Jaebum leaned down, kissing your forehead.

You watched him walk out of your room, the door closing behind him.

You let out a shaky breath as you wiped the tears that slipped from your eyes.

“Fucking hell,” you muttered before downing the second bottle.

You reached for your phone.

Get here in 15 mins.

Dickdown 9/10: Five ;)

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beautiful-and-terrible · 3 years

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dazed ‘n’ confused (part 4)

A/N: just a quick chapter for you guys before i have to put this story on the back burner :( i have an annual essay coming up in school that i gotta focus on. anyway, hope you like the gangs drunk shennanigans

Ship: Rodrick Heffley / OFC

Warnings: underage drinking / drug use, inebriated driving (DONT DRIVE DRUNK KIDS THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY DONT BE STUPID :) )

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“If we get caught, my mom’ll kill me,” Rodrick groaned.

“Let’s bounce,” Nicole said, untangling herself from him and grabbing his hand as they ran further into the back yard, looking for an escape route.

“I’ll boost you,” Rodrick said, gesturing to the fence. Nicole nodded, not thinking of a better plan, and wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. She stepped into the make-shift step Rodrick made with his palms, and as she swung a leg over the fence, he pushed her the rest of the way. It wasn’t the most graceful execution, and she ended up landing on her ass with a grunt of pain.

Rodrick also clumsily made his way over the fence - both of them being drunk and high didn’t help their coordination much. “Sorry, are you good?” Rodrick said, clutching his shin, and Nicole waved him off.

“It’s fine, let's just get to the van.”

“Oh, fuck, the van!” Rodrick hissed, “The pigs are totally gonna know it’s mine.” With a big fucking stupid band name written on the side, Nicole reckoned he was right - it was pretty easy to identify, even without the plates.

“I can drive, don’t worry,” Nicole said, already starting toward the white van, creeping between other cars on the street.

“Nikky, you’re as trashed as I am, no way am I letting you drive.”

“Trust me, hot Rod,” Nicole said, slipping her hand into his front pocket and pulling out his keys before he could even blink. As they approached his van, Chris and Ben appeared in the shadows next to them, whispering excitedly as they spotted them.

“As soon as we saw the lights we bolted,” Ben snickered, but Chris looked concerned.

“Yo, I hope Caitlin doesn’t get arrested. There was a lotta booze in there,” he muttered, and Ben smacked his arm.

“You whipped, dude?”

Chris scoffed, “No, I would just feel bad for anyone in that sitch.”

“I agree,” Nicole said, feeling guilty that she couldn’t help Caitlin get out of trouble.

“C’mon, let’s fucking go,” Rodrick said, and all at once the four of them dashed to the van. Nicole jumped in the driver's seat, shoving the key in the ignition with some fumbling, and peeling out from their parking spot across the street from Caitlin’s house with enough force to make even Rodrick proud.

“We’ll make a NASCAR driver out of you yet, Nikky,” Rodrick laughed, whooping as he leaned his head out the window like a dog, the night air tangling through his hair. Ben scrambled up to the front seat from the back of the van, fiddling with the radio before he settled on a station playing “Where Is My Mind” by Pixies. Nicole turned up the volume to its top capacity, concentrating on the road lines in front of her. The adrenaline of avoiding the cops had sobered her up a little, but she was still feeling paranoid from the weed and drowsy from the beer. She drove as slowly as she dared so as not to seem suspicious.

“Thanks for being our getaway driver, Nicole,” Chris said, his words slurring a little more than she had noticed previously. She looked back and saw him chugging a beer in the back.

“Dude, don’t fucking drink while I’m driving! We’re already in deep shit as it is,” Nicole said, turning on to the main street of downtown Plainview. Just a few more turns and they’d be home.

“You’re deep in something, alright,” Ben cackled, and he and Chris high-fived.

“Yeah, six inches deep in your mom,” Nicole shot back, and Rodrick let out an “ooooooo”, pointing at Ben, “Gotcha, bitch.”

Eventually, by some miracle, they made it to Nicole’s street. She hit the curb as she pulled up in front of her and Rodrick’s house, causing all three boys to shriek in unison. Nicole dissolved into giggles, both in relief of finally being out of danger and in reaction to the boys high-pitched screams of indignation.

“She’s an antique, Nikky!” Rodrick said, jumping out of the van to stumble to the front and assess the damage.

“Oh, I’m fine, by the way,” Nicole snarked, and Rodrick suddenly looked at her intensely, giving her a slightly blurry-eyed up-and-down look.

“Fine as hell,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear, and she blushed, biting her lip to keep from smiling too widely.

“Rodrick, can we crash at your place,” Ben asked, Chris making puppy dog eyes at him.

“Me too - I don’t wanna wake my parents up. Our front door is creaky as shit,” Nicole said.

Rodrick sighed loudly, as if he were being asked to do something terribly inconvenient.

“Yeah, fine. Y’all want mac and cheese?”

The four of them, all drunk and high as kites, looked at each other and nodded in perfect synchronicity.

As quietly as they could for four fucked up teenagers, they snuck their way into Rodricks kitchen. He pulled out a four pack of Kraft Mac and Cheese microwave cups from the pantry, filling them all with way too much water and sticking all four of them, at the same time, in the microwave.

“Dude, can I eat this beef jerky?” Chris asked, rummaging through the pantry.

“They’re my dads,” Rodrick said, as if that offered an explanation. “If you wanna explain to him why they’re gone, knock yourself out.”

Chris slowly put the bag back, looking put out.

Nicole stood next to Ben, both of them leaning on the kitchen counter. Nicole looked over at him, and he looked back, giving her a little smile. He wasn’t bad looking, but where as Rodrick was endearing because he tried to seem cool and really wasn’t, Ben had an effortless coolness about him.

“Thanks for coming with us tonight, Ben,” Nicole said. The alcohol must be making her feel emotional. After all, they had only just met today.

“Aww, Nikky, of course! I never pass up an opportunity for debauchery,” Ben said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. He pronounced debauchery like “de-booch-ery”, but Nicole was too drunk to catch the mistake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rodrick glaring at Ben. Dumbass, he has no reason to be jealous, Nicole thought to herself, and gave him a little reassuring wave by wiggling her fingers in his direction.

“Yo, be careful on this mac, its fucking hot,” Rodrick said, pulling the cups out of the microwave. They still had water in them, and the cheese powder wasn’t fully mixed in, but in the moment it was the most delicious thing Nicole had ever tasted.

“Should we watch a movie?” Ben suggested, and Chris bounced on his toes excitedly.

“Killer Clowns from Space!! Pleeeaaaase! You’ve been promising me for weeks now that we’d watch it.”

Ben sighed, Rodrick rolled his eyes, but Nicole had no opinion on the subject, so she made the executive decision to say, “I’m down.”

Ben and Rodrick both groaned, and Chris gave her a fist bump from across the kitchen island.

“Nikky has taste, sorry guys,” Chris said, looking very smug as he slurped his luke-warm mac and cheese.

They all somehow stumbled up to Rodrick’s room - Nicole belatedly realized she had been dreaming about being in his room for weeks, and now that she was here took the time to really appreciate what was in front of her.

A person’s room can tell you everything you need to know about them. For one, Rodrick was messy, but no more messy than any other average teenage boy. Clothes on the floor and the back of his desk chair, thrown haphazardly over a bean-bag in the corner of the room. There were christmas lights strung from the ceiling, both white and rainbow, that gave the room a cozy vibe that Nicole would’ve never expected from Rodrick.

His walls were mostly covered in band posters, and above his desk there was a cork board littered with tickets of concerts he had been to. Nicole almost seethed with jealousy at the sheer amount and quality of concerts he had been to - Leftover Crack, Pleasure Venom, Less than Jake, and one of Nicole’s personal favorites, Mannequin Pussy.

“You like Mannequin Pussy?” Nicole said, whipping her head around to look at Rodrick.

“That's not the only kind of pussy he likes,” Ben hollered, causing Chris to smack him upside the head.

“There's a lady present, dumbass,” Chris said, and Ben raised his hands in surrender.

“I think you mean that’s the only kind of pussy he gets,” Nicole said, throwing a teasing wink toward Rodrick, who blushed bright red.

“Yeah, they’re good. Romantic is my favorite album,” Rodrick said, scratching the back of his neck self consciously. Ben and Chris started making kissing noises in his direction, and Rodrick threw a pillow at them.

As Chris and Ben fought over who would set up the projector, Nicole let her snooping instincts take over, looking at the other miscellaneous things Rodrick had around his room - empty liquor bottles filled with more lights, a surprising amount of books (mostly graphic novels), a lava lamp filled with miniature rubber ducks, and mushroom paraphernalia. Everywhere. His pillowcases, the tapestry above his bed, and the stickers on his water bottle all had holographic or brightly colored mushrooms on them. She was so absorbed in her investigation she didn’t even notice Rodrick next to her until he spoke.

“Committing it to memory? You might never be in here again,” Rodrick said with a small smirk. Nicole gave him a look out of the corner of her eye.

“I wouldn’t count on it, babe,” Nicole said boldly. She felt the warmth of Rodrick’s hand on her hip, and looked up at him. And his lips. She wanted to kiss him again so badly it was like a drug, her body telling her to get her next fix as quickly and as often as possible. Being in his space, the place he let himself be his most authentic self, was very intimate, even with Chris and Ben still arguing in the corner.

Rodrick looked away shyly, squeezing her hip once before turning back to the boys. Chris had evidently lost the rock-paper-scissors match to set up the movie on the projector, and was adjusting the screen on the far wall of Rodrick’s room, trying to find a website to pirate the movie from.

“If we’re gonna watch this shit let’s do it,” he said, settling himself in the beat up reclining chair he had, arms above his head. He should be illegal, Nicole thought to herself, making herself comfortable on the bed.

Which ended up being a mistake, because 20 minutes into the movie, Nicole was asleep. She felt a blanket being gently placed over her before she was dead to the world.

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