#honey i think this is whole monster fucking thing is getting too far
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INTO THE WOODS
TITLE: INTO THE WOODS | part of the INFERNO event
PAIRING: werewolf!johnny x werewolf!yangyang x werewolf!jeno x werewolf!jaehyun x werewolf!kun x fem!human!oc/reader
GENRE: smut, werewolves/abo*, halloween themed
* they are alphas but there are not abo dynamics since the mc is human
SUMMARY: ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.
WARNINGS: smut; dubcon (monsterfucking, light fear play, aphrodisiac saliva), monster fucking (= monster c*cks and bodies* and unrealistic sex), unprotected sex, sixsome, oral sex (f&m), marking, biting, degradation, minor impact play (slapping and chocking), manhandling, rough sex, slight animalist behaviours here and there (mostly within each other), big size difference, spitroasting, knotting, mean!kun (he hates human, rip), in general some dark content.
* they're not fully transformed, though
WORD COUNT: 11.604k
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Growing up in that small village she learnt that there was only one rule to follow: don’t go in the woods past the first two rows of trees. And honestly, unless it was really necessary, avoid going in the wood at all.
And she always listened, she never had a reason to disobey and get further into the dark woods and risk dangerous meetings. Her grandmother and the other old ladies of the village warned the kids from a young age, telling them stories about unknown beings that lived in the deepest heart of the forest. Scary tales about men never coming back from the hunt, innocent ladies being found dead at the edges after disappearing for days, and kids being unable to sleep for months after meeting the eyes of those creepy beings.
So she always kept her distance from it, even if she lived near the borders and never really felt scared of that vastness of trees.
She also wasn’t the type to let her friends’ remarks get into her head, but when Donghyuck didn’t stop mocking her for not going with them past the second row, she felt something inside of her rise.
“You can’t seriously believe some monsters live there, you think two rows of trees would be enough to scare them?” He had said, laughing at her mad face when he and their other friends, Jaemin and Renjun, came back from the forest.
She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t believe in those stories,” she replied, “but I follow the rules. You could’ve got hurt,” she added, checking that nothing happened to them. But Donghyuck simply rolled his eyes before grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away.
“You’re a scaredy cat, honey. But that won’t stop us from being your friends,” he joked, waving at her as the other two followed. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, bye,” she greeted, grabbing her things too and walking back home.
But for the whole way back home, walking right across the river that separated the wood and the village, she couldn’t help but wonder about what lived there. It couldn’t have been anything bigger than some deers or hares, right? And the woods seemed so quiet, how could they possibly be as terrible as her nanna told her when she was a kid? Why were the villagers so terrified of them?
So curiosity got the best of her, and at the nearest bridge, she crossed, making sure nobody was around to see her break the rules. When she found herself in front of the first row, she gulped. The sounds surrounding her weren’t creepy at all, she could hear birds chirping, the creaks of some insects and the water flowing behind her.
She took a deep breath as she started to walk past the permitted zone and then whispered to herself ‘Just a little bit, but don’t get too deep. Just to prove Donghyuck you’re brave.’
But she soon lost track of time, and before she could realize it, the night had fallen, turning the woods into the stereotypical scary place they were in the tales the ladies of the village told. And the more she tried to find the way back home, the more lost she felt. She was sure she had followed a quiet traced path before, but now she couldn’t find anything of that kind anymore and she felt like she was spinning in circles.
Panic started to creep in when the sky turned darker and the air around her got colder and every sound rang scarier in her ears.
When she felt something behind her, the only thing she could do was run. She had no idea where she was going, or if she was putting herself into more trouble, but she kept running. Fast as the wind blew on her face and made her force her eyes to fight to stay open.
And she kept going for what felt like ages for her, she could feel her heart race in her chest and her lungs were struggling to keep up with the fast speed she was forcing her body to move, and all of a sudden it became too much, but right when she felt like giving up and falling on the floor to meet her destiny…
“Oh,” a voice said when her scared, small frame impacted against his broad chest, “what do we have here?”
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to let out the loudest scream of her life that was in vain; nobody was going to hear her here, in the pulsing heart of the forest. And the yell didn’t scare the figure in front of her at all, instead, it caused him to laugh.
“Scared?”
She gulped and then started walking backwards only to be trapped by another figure. And at that point, she felt tears stream down her cheeks, but the man in front of her was swift at leaning down and cupping her face, gently.
“No, shh, don’t cry. Are you lost?” He asked, his voice low but almost reassuring.
She nodded, not able to let out a single sound. As she desperately tried to look for a way out. But the more she looked around the more it seemed there wasn’t a way out there. Trees all around her. Trees that were all the same. She was going insane.
“Guess you need a place to stay for the night. It gets quite cold here, we were just coming back from the hunt,” he said, giving a quick glance to the man that was still behind her, not even blocking her anymore since fear had frozen her on the spot. “Should we take her home, Yangyang?”
The man, well, boy, behind her smirked and then replied, “It’s not polite to leave a nice lady like her out here.”
The other wet his lip and then said, “Mind following us?”
She hesitated, looking around again, trying to grasp onto anything that could’ve made her run away from there and go back home, but there was nothing. She had been looking all evening for that, and it only seemed like she made it worst by going too deep into the woods.
“If you’ve never been in the woods, you don’t know how to move in them. Trust us, it can get dangerous at night out here, especially for people that don’t know how to recognize beasts.”
“I just… I want to go home.”
“We know. We’ll take you home tomorrow as soon as the sun comes up. Right, Yang?”
“Yes, the walk back to the village is long and impossible to follow right now.”
She nodded, mindlessly… they didn’t seem bad, they were trying to help her, and also if they were there, it meant that whatever lived in the woods that the eldest talked so much about wasn’t real, or anyway, they probably knew what it was and knew how to defend themselves from it. Nobody survives the woods. And yet, they were there.
So she nodded and grabbed the man’s hand, silently following them.
The walk in the forest was silent, and even if it looked like they knew exactly what they were doing, she couldn’t help but jump at the slightest of sounds. Owls hooting, branches creaking, wind whistling. Everything frightened her.
She had no idea how long it took to get to their small cabin but it felt like ages, and when they passed the door, the sensation didn’t dim.
“We’re back from the hunt,” the taller man shouted as soon as they opened the door of the wooden house and she stilled on the spot once again. It wasn’t just them?
A man peeked out of what she guessed to be the kitchen and his eyes moved from his friends to her, an unsettling smirk on his face.
“Brought dinner?” He asked, eyes still boring holes in her.
“Yeah, hunted a hare,” the youngest replied, lifting up the animal in his hand. She didn’t even notice he had been carrying it the whole time.
The other man huffed, “Just that, really? We also have a guest.”
“Go out and hunt yourself, Jaehyun,” the tallest man replied. “Let’s see if you can catch something sweeter.” And in his tone there was something that made her think that he probably wasn’t talking about the animal, but her…
“You look stressed.” Lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize she was alone in the room with the other man. Jaehyun? Was that his name?
“I… I just need to sleep,” she replied, gulping and feeling her heart pump hard in her chest. He was walking around her in circles, studying her every detail and from so up close she felt a weirder sensation creep into her bone. He was tall and broad, just like the other man she had first spoken to. They probably were way too big but she simply didn’t notice that before in the dark, but now, in the dim, warm lights of the house, she could pay attention to the small details.
“Sleep? Really?” His laugh was deep, almost mocking and her only reaction was to cross her arms on her chest and stare at him that now came to a stop in front of her. “The night is still young.”
“But I’m tired,” she mumbled, looking around, once again trying to find a way out. All of a sudden this didn’t seem like a good option.
“Did you run here?” Another voice spoke from behind her and she turned around to see another man. He looked a bit younger than the other two, she would’ve guessed he was around Yangyang’s age. He had black hair that fell messily on his forehead and was tall and fit, muscled arms peeking out of his white shirt. And she was so lost in the sight of his body that she didn’t realize how close he had walked to her. “Ran straight into the wolf trap?”
When her eyes widened and her breath faltered, he laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “I’m kidding, kitten. Don’t be so scared, we won’t eat you. Well, unless you want to,” he smirked, wetting his lips and suddenly she felt embarrassment take over fear.
“I’m Jeno, by the way,” he greeted, smiling at her, an oddly reassuring smile that made his eyes turn into half-moons. She simply nodded, not giving him her name, brain so hazed she didn’t even remember it anymore.
“Are you okay, kitten?” The other one asked. “Want to sit on the couch?”
She nodded, grabbing his forearm and letting him guide her to the sofa. Right when she was about to speak and ask once again to just have a bed to sleep, the door slammed open making her yelp and move closer to Jeno that smirked and rested a hand on her shaking thigh. Oh, it was going to be fun.
“Who’s she?”
“I… I’m — I,” she stopped when the man’s stern gaze got even more intense, and he huffed.
“Great, can’t even put two words together,” he mocked, getting rid of his heavy coat and leather boots. “What is she doing here?”
The men at her side shrugged and pointed at the door next to the room. “We didn’t bring her here.”
“We brought her here, Kun,” the tallest man explained coming out of the room with Yangyang behind him. “She was all alone in the scary woods. You don’t want such a pretty doll to be all alone out there, right?”
She felt her face heat up at the name but didn’t dare to say a word. Her eyes instead wandered to Kun that was now staring at her, eyes running on her frame, making her shiver.
“I can… I don’t want to bother,” she whispered but the man ignored her and walked around the couch, and stood in front of her.
“What were you doing in the woods in the first place? Don’t you know it’s against the rules?”
She gulped and shifted back until her back met the couch. “I didn’t mean to.”
Kun scoffed and then leaned down, lifting her chin with two fingers. “I thought at the village they planted this idea into your human stupid brains since you’re born.”
She furrowed… what did he mean by that? “I —”
“Shh,” he said, moving his finger to rest it right on her lips. “I can’t blame you, though,” he said, letting go of her face and taking a step back to walk to the fireplace that was burning and add more wood from the heavy bag that he carried on his shoulder, before leaving it next to it. “They never explain why you can’t go in the woods.”
“I was scared,” she replied, trying to defend herself but that answer made all of them laugh.
“You were scared and ran into the woods? Wow, so Kun’s right when he says that you humans are dumb.”
“Hu-humans?” She mumbled, looking around. What were they talking about? Weren’t they just like her?
“Still didn’t click?” Jaehyun asked, resting a hand on her covered thigh.
“I… I don’t,” she started saying but the words got stuck in her dry throat.
“Guess I’ll have to show you the hard way,” he replied, and before she could say anything she felt a sharp pain as the skin of her thigh was being pierced, white dress staining with the dark red of her blood. His nails weren’t normal nails now, they looked like claws and felt just the same.
She looked up at him, speechless, she couldn’t even scream from the pain, she was just petrified. He didn’t even dig that deep, but the sting and the sharp cut were enough to cause pain.
“No, don’t cry, kitten,” he cooed, lifting his blood-stained hand to caress the skin of her tears-streaked face.
“We won’t hurt you,” Jeno whispered against her ears, hands wrapped around her waist, feeling her shake. “If you behave.”
Her eyes scanned the room, trying to look at the others for reassurance but something inside all of them shifted. Their gazes were more intense, their eyes were of a brown that seemed closer to red or yellow and, unless she was going crazy, she could swear she could smell their changed scents, stronger, sweeter.
“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to find you. I swear I was trying to go home and got lost. There was somebody following me, I was scared,” she stammered. She truly didn’t walk in the woods trying to find out why it was forbidden. It was a mistake; she didn’t want to reveal their true nature.
Kun smiled, kneeling to stare at her, big hand tracing the scarred thigh. “We don’t really care why you’re here. But since you are, we might as well have some fun.”
“You know,” the tallest man said, standing in front of her, brushing her hair back. “Nobody ever comes to pay us a visit. It gets so lonely here.”
“Yeah, Johnny’s right,” Jeno replied. “We’re all alone because of that dumb rule your people decided to establish.”
She gulped. “I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Jaehyun said. “You decided to betray them.”
“I didn’t. I’m not supposed to be here,” she said, finding the last drop of sanity to stand up and get out of there. But her attempt was all in vain when Jeno pulled her back down against the couch and his lips crashed against hers, hand cupping her face, holding her in place tight, strong body not letting her go. And it strangely felt good. There was something almost intoxicating in his lips and the way they moved on hers. Nobody ever kissed her like that.
“It’s dangerous outside,” he cooed against her lips. “We don’t want you to meet bad people.”
“Oh, c’mon,” Yangyang whispered behind her, lips brushing against her right cheek. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be outside and not here with us.”
“I don’t know you and you… you…are” she hesitated, terrified of saying the wrong words; Jeno’s hand was still around her chin and it would’ve taken him nothing to sink the claws into her neck and kill her.
“Monsters?” Kun finished for her, moving Jeno’s and Yangyang away from her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to stay still and look at him.
“N-no, no, just… strong. You’re stronger than me,” she cried, tears starting to flow on her face as fear took over. But no feeling of pity sparked in his heart. Kun knew exactly what the tales in town told about them. He knew how they were pictured. And as much as some things might’ve been true, some others weren’t.
“Are you afraid, little thing?” Fuck calling her ‘kitten’, humans were humans, disgusting, selfish things and he couldn’t stand them. And yes, she was beautiful and probably she truly had no idea what was going on, but he knew she was disgusted by them anyway.
“I’m… I won’t tell anybody.”
Johnny snickered. “You think the eldests don’t know about us?”
She looked at him with a confused expression.
“Oh, you want to go back and tell your little friends?”
“No!” She screamed. “I won’t. I promise, just let me go.”
“It’s dangerous outside,” Jaehyun repeated, fingers tracing the skin of her legs. “And if something bad happens to you, it’s over for us.”
“We don’t want to hurt you,” Yangyang remarked, taking advantage of Kun forcing her head back to lick a stripe on her neck. Her eyes closed and her breath faltered for a moment, why did it feel good? No. She couldn’t give in. They weren’t human. They were werewolves and for all she knew they could’ve killed her with a snap of the finger. They were bad. Her grandma always told her when she was little. Monstrous creatures are not trustable.
Her eyes snapped open again and she tried to push Kun off of her but with no success.
“You’re not going out of here, tonight. We’re not letting you get hurt.”
“I won’t, I know what I’m doing.”
Kun scoffed. “You’re human. You’re fucking dumb and get hurt with the smallest things, and we won’t let this be our fucking responsibility,” he growled, making her freeze on the spot. But her body betrayed her when her thighs clasped hard against each other. His growl triggering a feral reaction inside her.
“Fucking pathetic,” Kun muttered, looking at her closed legs. “You humans get off over the weirdest things.”
“I don’t… I’m not. I don’t like this.”
“Not even this?” Yangyang asked, kissing her neck again and she had to fight hard with herself to don’t moan when his sharp teeth grazed her skin.
“N-no…” she replied, but her voice was close to a whimper, and she could feel her panties getting wetter. They were bigger and stronger. They could’ve done anything to her. Then why she felt excitement rise?
“Starting to loosen up, finally?” Johnny said without getting closer to her, and she almost wished he was the one so near her body. But instead, she was pressed between Jeno and Jaehyun while Kun still hovered over her and kept her face still. And the teasing smirk on Yangyang’s face that she could feel wasn’t helping at all. Probably he was the one that scared her the most, he seemed so nice, way too nice for being a monster.
“What do you want from me?” She dared to ask, eyes drifting on the others in the room and chest panting hard, in fear, in arousal, she had no idea anymore at this point.
The same teasing smirk curled Jaehyun’s lips, “Isn’t it clear already, darling?” He mocked, fingers brushing next to Kun’s as he tilted her head toward him. “A taste.”
She felt her head spinning while she blinked repeatedly. “Are you going to kill me?”
Jeno snickered, “And what’s the fun in that?”
“Well, I don’t know, I don’t think like a…” she stopped immediately, and her eyes drifted up at Kun that was sternly staring at her.
“Right, because you are superior to every other species,” he scoffed, not even being mad at her. He didn’t need it. He just needed to prove a point, and his point was going to be proven soon.
“No, I meant —”
“Just shut up,” he groaned back at her. “Shut the fuck up.”
She stilled once again, terrified of him.
“Good, so you can listen when you want to,” he huffed, running a hand in his hair and taking a step back, briefly looking outside of the window. It was going to be a fucking long night and he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. If the others craved to have some kind of fun with human beings, he despised them, and nothing could’ve made him change his mind.
“I —”
His stern gaze glaring back at her stopped her once again. “Did I say you could talk?” She shook her head, shrinking back into the couch and averting his gaze. “Well. And now listen clearly. You have to spend the night here, we won’t get in trouble because of you. And when the sun comes up again, you’re going back home without saying a single fucking word about what happened here tonight, got it?”
She nodded, lips pursed together and feet nervously tapping on the ground.
“And stop doing that,” he said, pointing at them. “You’re getting on my nerves.”
She immediately stopped, but still felt shaken. What did she even do to him? She had all the right to be scared of them, they weren’t humans, and it wasn’t even a bad thing, it was their nature. And she knew nothing about it, she knew nothing about them.
“And see what you have to do with her. One more scratch on her body and I’ll kill you before anybody else can,” he warned the others before disappearing somewhere, probably in another room of the cabin, she had no idea.
“I just,” she started saying but Jeno’s lips were already on hers, again. Her hand raised in the air to try to push him away, but they soon gave up and rested against his broad chest. Pecs flexing as he moved closer to her.
“You talk too much, that’s humans’ biggest problem,” he said after pulling away from her. “Just let things happen.”
“I never —”
“Shh,” Yangyang shut her up, sharp teeth grazing her neck once again. “He just told you to don’t fight it, why are you doing it?” An answer crossed her mind, but she had no time to speak that his lips were on hers. His kiss was messier than Jeno’s, it was playful, and he nibbled her lower lip a lot. When he pulled away, he was giggling lowly. “See, it wasn’t so hard to kiss me back.”
And then another pair of lips were on hers, this time more adventurous as Jaehyun’s tongue passed her lips and when he pulled away he had her lower lip trapped between his teeth, pulling hard before letting go with a smirk.
Johnny was next, after attentively looking at the scene in front of him he leaned down and cupped her face with his big hand. Lips so good she felt he was sucking her soul away. And at that thought she realized once again what was happening. No. She couldn’t give in. They were werewolves, and not one, but four. Four big alphas against her. And as much as curiosity pushed her closer to the danger, again, her rationality was making her realize that there was no way she was going to be able to walk back home, or worst, survive the night.
“Hear me clearly, the night is long, so long. And as much as we would all love to have fun, I need to hear it from you. Do you want to spend the night or go to sleep?” Johnny asked, signalling the others to stop touching her with a stern glare, he needed her to be lucid right now.
“I don’t do these things,” she gasped, shaking her head to scroll far away the dumbest part of her that wanted to give this a try. “I don’t, I never. I couldn’t take it.”
Johnny raised a brow. “So you want to but are afraid?” He asked to make sure.
“I do,” she replied faster than imagined, “but I don’t think it’s a wise thing. I don’t think I could take it.”
He hummed, smiling at her, “You’ve never done that, you can’t know. Why don’t we prove it?”
She shook her head and tried to stand up, but Johnny swiftly pushed her down again. “I said, why don’t we prove it?”
She gulped. “You’re going to… fuck,” she cursed just imagining what a night with them could’ve meant.
“Destroy you?” Jaehyun whispered against her ear, fingers brushing the skin of her arm where the sleeve of the dress rolled up.
She hummed lowly, slowly shaking her head.
“Oh, no,” Jeno purred against her other ear, shifting in his place, moving closer to her. “We’ll be gentle with you, right, guys? Also, you heard Kun, even if we wanted to, we can’t even mark you too much.”
“A shame, by the way,” Johnny added. “That’s my favourite part.”
“Or maybe we could leave you some memories that this night happened in places where nobody looks at,” Jaehyun taunted.
“Yeah, so when you go back, they’ll remind you, and only you, that you’re not crazy.”
“You — you’ll let me back?”
“Be a good girl tonight and you’ll be home before midday,” Johnny promised, reaching a hand for her to take. “But if you don’t want to, the door to your room for the night is open and you'll get home tomorrow anyway. It’s up to you.”
She hesitantly looked up at him and then shook his hand. Having no idea that was like signing a path with the devil. “I want to try and I’ll... I’ll be good.”
“I love it when you listen,” Johnny smirked, lowering to get closer to her. “I hope you’ll be a good girl for the whole night… because it’s going to be a very long, long night,” he whispered, lips brushing against her cheek and big hand cupping the flesh of her thigh, right where Jaehyun had cut her. She closed her eyes, almost as if he was commending her, guiding her body just with his touch, or thoughts, she had no idea, and she hoped they didn’t have any special powers, that they couldn’t read her mind and see how excited she was getting over this.
But they didn’t need to read her mind when her body was singing to them.
“Are you going to be good for us?” Jeno asked, pushing her hair back and letting his fingers wander on her neck down to her collarbone, loosening the strings that intertwined on her chest.
She nodded, forcing her eyes open to try to stay grounded. Somehow her head was already spinning and they had barely touched her.
“Answer,” he ordered, forcing her to look at him by cupping her face and turning it around, not so gently anymore.
“Y-yes, I’ll be good.”
“Good girl,” he cooed, leaning close to her to kiss her again. And while Jeno kept her busy with his lips, she couldn’t understand much of what was going on around her; sounds of clothes meeting the ground, hands running on her legs, other lips wetting the skin of her body.
“You’re so fucking greedy, Jeno,” Jaehyun huffed, trying to break their kiss and successfully doing so when they had to part to catch their breath.
Johnny giggled when Jeno rolled his eyes but wasted no time pushing the sleeve of her dress down. “We have all night,” he said, kneeling on the ground and forcing her legs open, eliciting a gasp from her, muffled by Jaehyun’s hungry lips. “And she’s promised she was going to take everything we have to offer, right?”
When the man pulled away she nodded, chest already panting hardly just by the way Jeno and Yangyang’s hands cupped her boobs completely. And just now she was able to get a glimpse of how big they were and how their bodies weren’t so human-like at all, the clothes hiding their broad shoulders and defined back and abs and well… their enormous cocks. And it was just two out of four since Jeno was still dressed and Yangyang was behind her.
“Should I take this off?” Johnny asked, already rolling up her blood-stained white dress. “Or would you rather if I tore it apart?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side, sly smirk curling his face when she yelped at his words and started shaking her head. It was so funny to see humans’ reactions every time they reminded them how strong they were. But it was even funnier to see that fear wasn’t enough to push her away. He could smell her arousal since he walked back into the room, so sweet and intoxicating. And now it was just stronger. He didn’t need to take a peek to see that her panties were drenched.
“You don’t want me to ruin your dress? But it’s already dirty. It’s better to get rid of it, maybe we’ll give you something prettier to wear tomorrow,” he pointed out and she only moaned when Yangyang sank his teeth in the exposed flesh of her breast.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Johnny shrugged and with one swift movement tore the fabric in two. She froze at the sound of the fabric being pulled apart and at the effortlessness that it took him to do it.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be so harsh with you,” he reassured before doing the same with her soaked panties. “Well, unless you want me to.”
“I want to eat her out,” Yangyang’s voice rang next to her ear before Johnny could bend down on her wet core and she looked up to stare at him. He looked so out of place there, she couldn’t understand him. Something about him was too nice and that made him even scarier. And her doubts started to make more sense when he kneeled between her legs and, after spreading them apart, pulled out a long tongue and his lips twitched in a smirk.
“Surprised?” Jaehyun asked, now taking Yangyang’s old place and torturing her neck with tickling kisses and bites. “He’s the only one that has this gift,” he snickered lowly, placing a hand on her knees to keep her in place.
Yangyang winked at her still-shocked expression and then completely leaned in, licking a long stripe of her wet pussy. He hummed loudly and gutturally at the taste and then whispered, “So fucking good. I could smell you from there.”
She felt her face burn and had to close her eyes due to the embarrassment, they could fucking scent her. In no way she could hide what she was feeling, she was so exposed.
Jeno snickered against her ear and then whispered, “Don’t worry, kitten. You smell good, the sweetest cunt we ever had.”
Her eyes widened and she was tempted to ask just how often they did that, but Yangyang’s tongue started moving on her and it left her no chance but to concentrate on it and what he was doing.
“Wh-why do I feel like this?” She mumbled, already feeling so close.
“Sensitive?” Johnny asked, raising a brow and she nodded, letting her head fall behind, the rest of the body frozen at their manage.
“I told you it was a gift for you,” Jaehyun said.
She tried hard to hold back the moans but Yangyang was too good at what he was doing. She never had many experiences in her life, but she could swear on her life she never felt so sensitive. She had no idea if it was the texture of his tongue, or the way he knew exactly how to move it on her, or the excitement that came with his big claws keeping her legs spread apart and his eyes staring at her intensely. She couldn’t look away, she was drawn to and enchanted by him.
And the first orgasm rippled through her easily, probably didn’t even take him two minutes to make her come.
But when she thought that at least he was over, his thick long tongue slipped past her wet walls, fucking in and out of her while the tip curled inside perfectly.
She let her head hang back, mind going hazy with every passing second and she almost didn’t even register the mocking laughs of the others.
“Is it too much, kitten?” Jeno asked, and she could barely feel his fingers playing with her hard nipples; mind completely focused on Yangyang. “You promised, remember?”
She nodded, mouth falling open to let out loud and lewd moans when the tongue speed got incredibly fast.
“This is just the start, pretty girl,” Johnny added, staring at the scene while licking his lips. It was always funny to see how easily they fell apart into Yangyang’s little tricks, well, when nature gives you a gift, it would be a shame not to use it for others. “You have to let him stretch you good if you don’t want it to hurt later.”
She gulped, remembering once again that the night had just started and there was no way on earth her body could take them.
Yangyang wanted to praise her for how good she felt, pussy clenching hard around his wet muscle and sweet juices dripping down his chin, but he had no intention of pulling out of her. He surely had aphrodisiac saliva, but she was just as addictive.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” She heard Jaehyun say, hand wrapping around her neck and claws grazing her neck, enough to make her snap her eyes open but not enough to cut. He didn’t want to make her bleed, not again.
“Y-yes,” she breathed out with a string of voice. “ ‘s so good.” And her words made Yangyang twirl his tongue in a way that sent her over the edge again. She felt boneless and yet, somehow, needy for more. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. And a new strange confidence wanted her to prove she could take them.
Yet, when Yangyang was done with her, she was so lost in the pleasure that she didn’t even realize Kun was leaning against the doorframe and was staring at the scene. He had tried to ignore her, but fuck, her moans sounded like a haunting melody. And when he came out of his room and saw her there, legs spread on the couch with Yangyang’s head between them, eyes closed, head thrown back and mouth open, he knew he just couldn’t go back inside as if nothing happened. As if a stupid human being didn’t just get him rock hard.
“A little bit unfair to let him go first, don’t you think so?”
Johnny chuckled. “She didn’t need him to loosen up, she promised she’ll be good, right pretty girl?”
She mindlessly nodded, with no strength to even pay attention to the fact that now also Kun was in the room.
“You like easy games,” he replied, moving a big furred armchair closer to the couch to stare at the scene. He wasn’t going to take part in it, but he wanted to watch her fall apart.
Johnny snickered and then walked close to her as Yangyang got up and moved to her face to kiss her; a wet and sloppy kiss, before winking at her and walking away to sit in front of her.
“Now, are you ready for the big thing, pretty?”
Her eyes darted up to meet Johnny’s gaze, an oddly reassuring small smile plastered on his face. “Want more,” she replied, brain completely shut down she knew she couldn’t put together more words even if she wanted to. Her mouth was almost watering at the sight of his big cock, pulsing and veiny.
“I want her first,” Jeno said before swiftly getting up and getting rid of his clothes too. Her eyes wandered on his body and she felt more wetness pool down her thighs, immediately closing them, but Johnny pushed them open again.
“No, no, pretty girl, let him see how badly you want him.”
Jeno smirked, before reaching her. “Can I be the first?” He asked, somehow managing to hide the urge behind his voice. He needed to fuck her. He just couldn’t take it any longer.
As soon as she nodded Jeno grabbed her and tossed her against the couch seats, body trapped underneath his, legs pushed up, close to her chest, a feeble pain on her right thigh where the cuts still hurt a little.
She held her breath when Jeno’s tip brushed against her slit, smearing her cum and his pre-cum and slowly trying to make its way in. It was big, bigger than anything else she had ever taken before, and she couldn’t find any rational way how was going to fit. But he was going to make it fit.
Jeno was tempted to just go all the way in and make her take it, but he truly wanted to have fun with her. He wanted to watch his cock stretch her open, thick girth slipping further into her wet cunt desperately trying to fit him all in. Walls opening up to welcome him because she needed him.
Jeno’s gaze drifted from their bodies to her face, head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth gritted as she tried to fight the pressure he was putting her under. But even like this, with some sweat pearling her forehead and tears starting to stream down her face again, she looked absolutely breathtaking. The prettiest human he had ever seen.
“Big,” she mouthed, voice barely coming out.
“I know, kitten. I know,” he cooed, brushing her hair out of her face and finally bottoming inside of her completely. “But you can take it. You’ll be so fucking full once we’re done with you.”
She mumbled something incoherent and Jeno started thrusting into her, not waiting any longer for her to get used to him. Because no matter how much he tried, he was a monster for fuck’s sake, he couldn’t control himself. And he was used to omegas being made for this, not humans, so full of themselves and yet so fragile.
Yet, after the first discomfort, she started relaxing and her moans got loud again. Probably it was whatever Yangyang put on her while going down before, or maybe it simply was the way Jeno was thrusting into her. Big cock hitting her hard and right, bulge already visible in her tummy.
Oh, it felt like he was going to split her in half but somehow, the more he fucked into her, the better it got.
“It’s good, right, kitten? You like that? Big cock stretching you open.”
“Y-yes,” she moaned, whole body being yanked back and forth with his every move.
“Fuck, you’re sucking me inside,” he groaned, feeling her getting tighter with every stroke. “Want more? Want it harder?”
She didn’t answer, mind too far gone to formulate a sentence, but moaned and when her hips rolled up so gracefully to meet him halfway, Jeno lost it, the animal inside him took over. One hand grabbed her wrists pushing them over her head, pinning her down onto the couch, and the other wrapped around her waist and held her down. Sharp nails grazing the soft flesh not caring if he was going to leave a scar. He wanted to make it clear he had been there anyway. He wanted to haunt her following nights, his hands, mouth, cock, and voice the only things she could think about.
“Please… please, fuck,” she mewled, uselessly trying to struggle underneath him as the pleasure became overwhelming. She felt so weak in his arm, broad body caging her, shielding her from other hungry eyes that wanted to watch but could only hear, the sound of their skin slapping together, the lewd sounds of her wetness squelching every time he penetrated her, her pretty moans and his grunts.
Jeno was possessive, he didn’t like to share, he wanted to own. And he needed to make sure she was going to remember him and be already completely gone when she was going to be passed to the others.
“Scream my name, kitten,” he whispered against her ear, teeth nibbling at her lobe making her clench hard. “Let them know who’s making you feel good.”
She opened her mouth to talk but getting a word out was harder than expected. “You, fuck, you’re so good, Jeno,” she forced the words past her lips, and felt him smirk against her skin.
“Again, kitten,” he ordered, sharp fangs grazing the flesh of her boobs. “Louder.”
“Je-jeno,” she moaned, digging her nail in the palm of her hands, trying to buck her hips and find the release but he kept her still in place.
“I’m not letting you go. Stay there,” he growled with a harder thrust that made her yelp. He was hitting places she had no idea she had and if a part of her wondered how it wasn’t painful and how she wasn’t already split in half, the other just took it and whimpered at his mercy.
“Jeno, please, please.”
“Gonna take my knot, kitten?”
“Don’t knot her up,” before she could answer, Kun chimed in. There was no way she could’ve taken a knot already, and strangely enough, he was enjoying the show. He didn’t want this to stop or see her pass out, not so soon at least.
Jeno groaned in anger and then threw his head back. But he ignored the comment and leaned down again to kiss her messily, hands holding her so tight he surely left marks around the wrists and waist. If he couldn’t knot her, he was going to make sure to leave his sign in some other way.
“Jeno, ple-please,” she mumbled, slightly parting her eyes to look at the alpha on top of her, big luminous yellow eyes staring at her. “Need you.”
He smirked, “Need my cum? Need to be filled to the brim?”
She nodded, tears spilling down her face as she could feel the knot in her stomach get incredibly tight, she was so close and it felt so intense she was sure she never felt something like this before, and she wasn’t so sure she could take it.
“Then take it, kitten. You’ve been so good,” he growled, knowing he just couldn’t last longer. Pussy too good, sucking his big dick inside.
“Fuck,” he moaned, voice low and thrusts getting even harder as the orgasm pierced through the both of them together.
She screamed when the pleasure washed over her, so strong she felt close to passing out and completely powerless while Jeno kept thrusting into her to ride their orgasms and make sure all of his cum was deep into her womb.
He sighed, pulling out when he could feel his knot start to grow. How badly he just wanted to grow even more inside of her and stick all the cum inside but he knew better than to disobey Kun.
So as he got up, after kissing her one last time, huffing and trying to catch his breath, she laid there, panting heavily and feeling every muscle in her body ache.
But she had no time to try to gain sanity that Jaehyun was already on top of her.
“Hi, darling,” he purred, pushing back her sweat-soaked hair and caressing her burning wet cheeks. “He made you cry? Was it so good?”
She nodded, barely registering what he was saying. Already feeling her body beg for help. She might’ve miscalculated how hard it was going to be to take them all.
“Oh, poor human. You look so pretty like this, though.” He caressed her face and then swiftly turned her around, face smashed against the couch and ass up in the air in full display. He pulled her cheeks apart, white cum spilling in a blob from her swollen cunt. “So, so pretty.”
Her watery eyes were barely open and stared at her right, where the others were staring at the scene. Her eyes swiftly drifted up to Kun, he was the only one still fully clothed and he seemed to be so unaffected by the scene and she almost wanted to talk to him, to beg him to look at her like the others were. But she couldn’t read him, and before she could dwell too much on it, Jaehyun’s fat tip pressed against her entrance. Unlike Jeno, he didn’t hesitate to push past and immediately bottom in, stretch so good she let her mouth hang open and her nails dig in the fabric under her.
“So fucking tight, fuck,” he moaned through gritted teeth, hands placing around her waist to support her limp body up.
His thrusts were fast even though she could feel him go completely out before slamming back inside. Her brain went dizzy with every animalistic sound he let out and the other grunts that filled the room. She felt drool slip out of her mouth but she couldn’t care much about the mess she was making when it felt just too good.
“Fuck, ‘s so good,” she slurred, toes curling when his claws pressed against the skin of her waist and his body kept slamming against hers.
“Pathetic thing,” Kun mocked, wetting his lips as he watched how well she was taking so much. “You’re taking it a little too well for somebody that has never done this before.”
His stern and cold tone made her squirm under Jaehyun that was still restlessly moving into her.
“Maybe you humans are good at something,” he snickered, unzipping his pants, fat cock finally being freed, throbbing hard and leaking cum at the sight in front of him. She moaned at the sight and the smirk that bloomed on Kun’s face made her face burn up.
“Do you want this?” He asked, big hand wrapping around his length. “Want this cock?”
She nodded shamelessly, half face still smashed against the couch and mouth drooling at the view and pleasure.
“How shameless,” Kun scoffed. “All these cocks, and you still want one more, still want mine.”
She mewled something, a whine, or a beg, she didn’t even know what she wanted, she just knew that she wanted more, whatever they could give her.
“Trust me, you wouldn’t be able to take it,” he simply replied, lazily pumping himself, watching her wasted state.
She wanted to complain again, but Jaehyun’s groan and slap on her ass cheek made her pay attention to him once again.
“How disrespectful,” Jaehyun said, “I’m fucking you so good and you focus on somebody else. He was so mean to you, why do you want him?”
She mumbled a senseless reply and the werewolf pounding into her slapped her ass again.
“You like it when they’re mean with you? Is this how you let the other boys in town treat you?”
She shook her head rapidly, sobs coming out louder.
“Oh no, I think you want it hard. Want to be pushed to the limit?”
“Don’t do anything dumb, Jae,” Johnny warned this time. “We still have to fuck her and if you make her pass out I promise you won’t see the light of the day.”
Jaehyun huffed and rolled his eyes before grabbing her hair and pulling her behind, back arching up and hands planting on the couch to stand up. “Don’t worry, she won’t break.” He leaned closer to her and then whispered, “You won’t because you promised you were going to take it and I don’t like being let down, got it?” He almost growled in her ear, pussy clenching harder around him and cum dripping out more.
“Y-yes, ‘ll be good… pro-promise,” she mewled, but wasn’t expecting what came after. Jaehyun chuckled and then pulled out of her, but before she could whine at the loss, he grabbed her again and lifted her from the couch. Standing in the middle of the living room he effortlessly eased her on his cock and after quickly smirking at her, he started fucking her up and down, hands wrapped around her fragile frame to hold her up and make her bounce on his dick.
“Fuck,” she cried, feeling him so deep into her belly in this new position that he was taking her breath away.
“You like that, don’t you? Them silly humans can’t fuck you like this. Pick you up and turn you around however they want to.”
“N-no,” she replied weakly, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders, suddenly realizing even more how small she was compared to him, well, them. She let her head fall behind as he kept moving her up and down his dick, feeling him so deep inside she felt like she was going to be broken in two.
“Look at me,” he ordered, hand cupping her chin and forcing her face to stay straight and stare into his yellow-brown eyes. The way he was staring at her tempted her to roll her eyes back and moan louder but she didn’t, she knew better than disobeying him, he didn’t like it, she had to be good. So instead her nails dug into his broad back, not even making him flinch, doing nothing compared to what he had done to her before.
“Please,” she moaned, feeling like she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to come again, she needed to feel another load inside.
A snarl ripped through his throat when she squeezed incredibly tight and he could only still inside of her, balls deep stuck in her as he released while holding her up, feeling her walls pulse around him. Pulling out before he could knot her almost felt like a fucking punishment for how good she felt.
Her legs gave up from wrapping around him and he held her up on his shoulder, limp like a ragdoll, cum spilling down on her thighs, legs and to the floor.
“Who wants her?”
“Me,” Yangyang said, signalling him to let her sit on his lap.
“Twice?”
“I didn’t fuck her, please,” he whined, glaring at the older alpha. Jaehyun grinned at his desperation and then turned her around, left one last kiss on her lips and then sat her down on Yangyang’s lap.
“Finally,” the younger moaned. “Hi,” he said, moving his hand to her ass. “Have you ever been fucked here?” He asked, fingers playing with her sensitive rim.
She shook her head, whispering a broken ‘no’ and squeezing her eyes when his fingers pushed past her rim after collecting a lot of cum that spilled between her legs.
“Well, guess it’s going to be a first time, then,” he winked, successfully inserting two fingers inside.
“You’re big,” she whined at the intrusion. “You’ll hurt me.”
“No, if you relax and listen to me.”
“But I —”
“You’ve been listening to them all night so you will listen to me, too, right, pup?”
“Pup,” Kun snickered, scratching his chin as he looked away for a moment to avoid her eyes that immediately snapped toward him as soon as he spoke.
Why was she so damn attracted to him? Why was she craving his attention when she had four other wolves on her?
And it was clear they weren’t enjoying the way it took him nothing to have her attention. In fact, in a second Yangyang’s tongue was tapping against her lips, and his free hand forced her head to turn around again. If he had to play dirty, he was going to do it right. And it took nothing for her to fall apart, muddy at his mercy as he kept kissing her and swiftly pulled out his fingers to replace them with his dick.
She almost didn’t even notice, or well, didn’t feel the pain she was expecting to feel. But why was it so easy with him? Why Yangyang always felt so good, almost unrealistically good?
As much as she wanted to know, she couldn’t care to think about it, not now. Pleasure overflowing as the alpha didn’t stop kissing her and started thrusting up into her.
“Do you like it, kitten?” He asked, staring at her face; eyes closed, mouth open and tears streaming down her cheeks.
She nodded swiftly, not able to let out any word. She could feel him in all her body, everywhere. It was like he was owning her completely, mind totally clouded by pleasure.
“Fuck, ‘f course you do,” he groaned, nails digging into her skin as he tried so fucking hard to don’t let his claws come out and sink into her skin. “Are you sure you’ve never been fucked here? You’re taking me so well.”
She shook her head, biting her lower lip to suppress the pathetic moans from leaving her mouth so shamelessly.
“Pft, can’t even say a word.” Kun’s voice grabbed her attention once again, head snapping toward him, and eyes looking at him.
Yangyang growled, “Stop getting in the way,” he glared down at the older werewolf. “If you think you can do better just fuck her yourself.”
Kun grinned, wetting his lower lip and whispered, “Maybe.”
But before his word could be registered, Yangyang was once again forcing her to kiss him. Tongue twirling around hers and reaching the back of her throat making her gag, without stopping fucking into her.
Her hands wrapped around his broad shoulders as she tried to keep herself steady when his speed became incredibly fast and she felt like she could pass out. It was too much. Muscles aching, mind gone, throat dry from all the moans that slipped out of her.
“Please,” she breathed out with a string of voice, trying to keep her eyes open and look at the creature in front of her. Feeling the familiar sensation in the pit of her stomach once again.
And her pleading eyes and wasted expression were what he needed to let go, “Fuck — I’m gonna come,” the alpha under her warned before realising into her and making her come too.
“Fuck,” Yangyang moaned, rolling his head back, slowing his thrusts, still holding her from the waist.
She collapsed on top of him, trying to steady her breath but soon after, somebody was lifting her up. She whined but was shushed immediately.
“Shh, kitten, let me have some fun, too,” Johnny whispered against her ear before laying her down on the couch once again. “I was the one that saved you after all,” he smirked, moving her hair out of her face, gently caressing her wet cheek.
“I can’t,” she wept.
“Oh, you can, pretty girl,” he cooed, sitting on the couch. “Come here, on your knees in front of me.”
Her eyes drifted around the room before she hardly moved her body right where he wanted her. Her toes curled when she looked up and Johnny was looking down at her. He was big and she felt so small, even more now that she felt like a boneless being.
“It would be a shame don’t use that pretty mouth of yours.”
Her eyes widened… he didn’t want to…
“What? Scared? Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before?” He teased, wrapping his hand around his cock to pump it slowly, precum rolling down his thick length.
“Don’t make us think it was a night full of first times,” Jeno chimed in, walking closer to them because he wanted to watch her. It was always fun seeing them trying to do their best to take Johnny in and, most of the time, fail.
She gulped, briefly looking at him and then going back at Johnny’s cock. Well, it was a night full of first. And it was a night nobody was going to hear about. She disobeyed running into the woods, and then fucked with the very creatures that terrified her people, she surely wasn’t going to let out a single word about this.
Her attention was brought back there when Johnny tapped against her lips and she could only open her mouth and try to take it. But she could already feel the corner of her mouth burn at the size of his tip.
“Shh, kitten, you’re doing great, see,” he purred, slowly entering her mouth. “Keep your eyes on me.”
She did as told, even if the smirk on the other’s faces that now surrounded her made her frown. He wasn’t going to be gentle, right?
And as expected, the gentleness lasted just until his cock reached the back of her throat, and then his hands were in her hair and he got up, mercilessly fucking into her mouth.
Her whines were completely muffled by his strong strokes and the tears falling swiftly on her face didn’t stop him at all. Instead, the sight made him groan louder and tighten the hold on her hair.
“You’re doing good,” he praised, voice soft and caring, keen contrast between his moves. “Relax, kitten.”
She tried to, jaw slacking as she welcomed him in.
But then something happened, an exchange of gazes, and whispered things she couldn’t hear behind the sound of her gagging and spitting around his cock. Johnny pulled out, making her gasp and then swiftly yanked her up, making her sit on the couch on her knees, face staring at the backrest where Johnny was standing behind.
“What are you —” She had no time to finish that another pair of hands were on her. She turned around and Kun was standing behind her, now completely naked too.
“Kun?”
“Shut up,” he ordered, cupping her chin and forcing her against his chest. “I don’t want to hear any complaints from you, got it? Can you be good and take it?”
She hummed swiftly in his hold and he squeezed harder around her face. “And answer me, I don’t like dumb bitches unlike them.”
“Y-yes, alpha,” she mumbled, feeling excitement and fear creep together. She was smashed between the two biggest werewolves and none of the two seemed to have a little bit of mercy in their bones.
“See,” he said, talking to the other three that were staring at the scene with their hands wrapped at the base of their cocks. “You can make her talk if you know how.”
They rolled their eyes but didn’t say a word and before she could realize it, Johnny was again prodding at her lips, dick easily sliding into her warm mouth.
“Look at the fucking mess you made,” Kun mocked, collecting the cum that dripped, and was still dripping, on her legs.
She let out a strangled cry when he pushed two fingers into her and then pulled out, making more cum drool.
“Is this what you do in your small town? Let boys take turns with you? Fill you up as if that’s your only purpose in life?”
She shook her head for what she could, considering the way Johnny kept moving into her mouth.
“No?” Kun scoffed, shaking his head, hands still running over the soft flesh of her ass. “Because humans are not enough, right? You ran all the way here because you wanted this. Ignoring the rules because you wanted to be fucked by monsters.”
She cried a ‘no’ when the other alpha pulled out of her mouth, spit and cum dripping down her chin.
“No? You humans are so reckless. Think we’re the only creatures in the wood? You were so lucky you found us.”
She had no time to reply that she was getting filled by both ends. Kun’s cock filling her in one single stroke making her silently cry out around Johnny, hole burning up at the nth penetration of the night, bulging veins rubbing her walls and tip reaching her cervix.
“Always want so much, you need to be adventurous, brave, but you’re just dumb,” he laughed against her ear. “And since you wanted this so badly, let’s see if you can take it. If you can take the real thing.” There was a reason if he avoided fucking with humans, his seeping hatred not giving them a way out, and as much as he hated them, he usually was also kind enough to keep his distance, but with her, it felt nearly impossible. No hesitation crying and moaning that she could take it all, only to be proven wrong at the first orgasm.
She closed her eyes and fought against everything to don’t bite down on Johnny as Kun started thrusting into her at an inhuman speed. She could feel her lungs burn, trying to let out sounds that were locked in by Johnny’s size. Kun was bigger than the others and all of a sudden she regretted how badly she wanted him before, because no matter how good it felt, she knew she was going to fail to take him, there was just no way she could last longer.
“Are you crying?” He cooed with a mocking tone, wiping the tears that were spilling fast from her eyes. “Afraid you’re going to break? Not so sure you can do this anymore, right? Always so good at throwing the rock and then hiding the hand.”
She wanted to bite back, tell him she could take it, but she wasn’t so sure anymore as she felt her body get weaker with every passing second. Maybe it was the flow of hair getting restricted by Johnny, or the way Kun was pounding into her, or the five — if she remembered correctly — orgasms she had before, or the way she could feel the other three bore holes into her skin and the slick sounds of their hands on themselves.
When Johnny pulled out to let her breathe, she coughed and looked back at Kun. “I’m close,” she whispered, shivering when his eyes looked up at her, drifting from where their bodies met.
“Again? Pathetic little thing. I barely touched you.”
She whined again, letting her face fall against the backrest but Johnny’s hand forced her up again.
“Come on, pretty, keep sucking me,” he ordered, but this time he didn’t start moving, he simply let her do all the job. Her cheeks hollowed around his length and her eyes tried to stay open to look at him. But trying to suck him properly was hard when she felt like she had zero control over her body and when another alpha twice her size was railing her with no mercy.
“Make me come and I’ll leave you all alone with him — fuck,” Johnny groaned when her tongue licked his slit. “Do you want to be left with Kun?”
She shook her head, and felt her heart skip a beat at the thought. He hated her.
Another one scoffed, probably Jaehyun and then said, “Now you don’t want him? Acting as if you didn’t keep begging for him while we were fucking you.”
She looked at him, an apologetic look on her face and then felt another orgasm rip through her. Long and exhausting since the werewolf behind her never slowed down. Probably she even came twice in a row but she had no idea.
“So pretty for us,” Johnny praised, cupping her chin and starting to pick up a rhythm again. He needed to come and get this shit done, he had been on the edge for the whole night. And so his hand quickly moved down and wrapped around her throat making her almost gasp when he closed it around it and she felt the air completely block out.
“Shh, just like this,” he moaned, rolling his head back and then looking back at her, and her eyes full of fear were the last thing he needed to send him over the edge. His cum spilled down her throat and her chin and boobs as she coughed trying to breathe again. “So, so good, kitten,” he purred, kneeling to her level and wiping the mess on her lips before kissing her.
“Good? Coming like this, like a pathetic little thing, and you think she’s good,” Kun mocked, slapping her ass cheek, pussy clenching around him harder.
“I’ve been good,” she cried and he yanked her by her hair and said. “did I say you could fucking talk? Especially talk back to me?”
She shook her head and mumbled, “no, no, alpha.”
“Then keep your mouth closed and don’t you dare test me.”
She nodded and rolled her head back on his shoulder as he didn’t let her go, but kept her body up against him. Cock slamming into her perfectly, sending her close to the edge once again.
“Please,” she cried out, feeling her stomach curl and her thighs shake.
Kun smirked. “Hold it in, human. Don’t you dare come.”
Her eyes snapped open, and she slightly turned around to look at him. She wanted to retort but he had warned her and at this point, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to take any kind of punishment. So she kept staring at him, trying to distract herself from the pleasure, trying to look for any sign of flaw on his beautiful face and she couldn’t help but wonder how could a monster be so fucking attractive. When her eyes fell on his lips they curled into a smirk.
“Want me to kiss you like they did?” He mocked harshly, bringing her back to reality. “Want me to praise you? Uh? Maybe you should fuck with humans like you if you want sweet things. Remember what I am, princess.”
She let out an angry moan and then gasped when his hand wrapped around her throat and his claws crazed her skin. Her heart jumped in her throat but a loud laugh rolled out of his mouth when her walls tightened around him.
“You like this more than you want to show, human.”
“Don’t — don’t call me that,” she mewled, and his claws dug enough to make some blood spill out of her.
“That’s what you are, that’s your nature. Human, fragile, nature,” he growled. “You know how easily I could kill you right now?”
She felt blood freeze in her vein. She knew it damn well. Had been aware of the fact the whole night, but none of the others seemed capable of actually doing something to her. Him, on the other hand…
“You — you won’t,” she cried, hating her body for the pleasure she was feeling with every single one of his thrusts even right now that he was playing with the thin string of her life.
“No, you’re right, I won’t,” he whispered against her ear. “But I could, and I want you to always keep in mind how inferior you humans are. Got it?”
“Y-yes, alpha.”
“Good,” he smiled, licking a stripe on her neck. “Can you take my knot?” He asked and her eyes snapped open again.
“I – I,” she stuttered.
“My bad,” he added and for a moment she thought he realized how impossible that was. “You will take my knot like a good brainless human and then tomorrow we’ll bring you back and you won’t say a single word about tonight, got it?”
She nodded and mumbled a faint yes, by now not even caring anymore. She needed to come. And a dark side of her brain craved to be knotted up by him. They had already pushed her way past her limits, so how hard could that be?
“Good, then take it,” he groaned, letting go of her neck but still holding her close. Orgasm exploding for the both of them, but this time he didn’t pull out like the others did shortly after they came, he stayed there, balls deep into her, letting his knot grow.
Her body fell limp forward when he started growing and the stretch felt unbearable to take. But Kun held her by her waist as his head laid against her shoulder and low grunts left his lips. “Fuck — so fucking good,” he whispered, lazily moving his hips in circles pressed against her ass to make sure every drop of his seed was inside of her.
And if it wasn’t for his body covering her, some cum of the others would’ve landed on her tired-out body.
They stayed there for what felt like hours to her but when he pulled out, she had no more strength to say or do anything, body aching, holes gaping, chest panting and eyes dried out of all the tears.
She could feel arms lift her up, what she imagined to be a wet cloth pass between her legs and on her body, maybe even some faded praises but she was too far gone to be aware of what was going on around her.
“She’s nice, you can’t lie,” Johnny chuckled, staring at her sleeping figure on his bed. The others went to their rooms and they were left alone with her, a big white shirt covering her sore body as she slept peacefully curled up on herself.
Kun rolled his eyes, running a hand in his hair, and swiftly looked at her, thinking of before, how easy it had been to ease her into that, how naïve she truly was. A smirk curled up his lips, “Maybe we should keep her.”
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Lacai with a beekeeper obsession, they would probably make bee puns
The two of you stand by the very edges of The Clergy's garden, far enough to not incur Santi's wrath, Lacai vaguely hidden inside your coat for good measure.
" There- Sweet honey bee- " Lacai jostles you, whisper-screaming. " There he is! "
You glance around in a hurry, neck snapping in all directions until- Ah! Yes! The monster. That odd fellow in medieval beekeeper clothes Lacai told you about weeks ago.
He, you assume that's a he at least, hovers by a patch of tall flowers, several bees zoom past him in a hurry, interacting with odd plants and circling a massive hive. A few poise on his figure, roaming him up and down. It's incredible, you've never seen anything quite like this.
" Dear lord... " You mutter, squinting hard. " Are those... Lacai, those are different species of bees. Is that- I'm pretty sure there's wasps going around too! Wh- "
" It's amazing, right?! " The impcubus nearly squeals, making you clap a hand over his mouth immediately. The last thing you want is to attract that high-ranker's attention and risk getting your boyfriend mauled.
Fortunately, it only seems to have alerted the large cloaked monster.
How? How come? A single, gigantic hive comprised of several species of bees, all working together. Wasps. Wasps working with bees. This is madness. This monster must have some supernatural hold over those insects. Where is the Queen? What species is the Queen even? Is he the Queen? That can't be. Your mind is flooded with never-ending questions, you'd love to study this entity. This whole hive could be the subject of a fascinating research paper! Just think-
" Pspspspspspsps- "
You glance down at Lacai. " What- What are you doing? "
The imp pauses. " What does it look like? I want you to see him closer! "
" You madman, is he even friendly?! "
" Trust me, I've got this. " The bizarre beekeeper extends a curious glance towards the two of you, wings buzzing in a manner that might denote apprehension, or even aggressiveness. You can understand bees but you can't be sure about this monster.
" Pspsps- "
A crash rattles your eardrums. " YOU FUCKER. "
Oh God oh shit oh fuck oh no it's the other one-
Lacai jumps into your arms with a high-pitched shriek while you haul ass, maybe the cramps in your untrained legs will kill you faster than the furious incubus hot on your trail.
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hi!! love your page! I'm a horny monster but this thot was too filthy to be not anonymous, can't be brave this time
cyclone and pussy inspection 😵💫😵💫😵💫 i just can't get it out of my mind and it's making me feral to the point where i had to write this whole thing for him
beau simpson didn't earn his rank by not being disciplined and meticulous, and that would absolutely transfer over to your sex life
he undresses you slowly, not letting you help or take off his clothes. he's lowering the zipper of your dress, big hands helping slide the fabric down your body until it falls to your feet. he's removing your necklace and earrings next, then dropping to his knees to undo the straps of your heels and help you out of them.
when you're clad in only your bra and panties he circles you slowly, eyes raking over your body like you're his prey. he's barely touched you so far, just chaste kisses and grazes of his rough fingertips on your skin. he's behind you when he unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor. you feel the back of his hand run down the length of your bare spine before he grasps your hips and tosses you onto the bed.
he's towering over you, still in his dress pants and white button down. his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and pull them down to reveal yourself completely to him. he's kneeling and gazing at your dripping core, just inches away from his face. you're twitching just from the feel of his breath so close to where you need attention.
you're about to beg him to touch you when his fingers open your p*ssy lips. he's spreading you open, teasing your entrance, softly playing with your clit. you're whimpering and ready to scream when he brings his mouth to your c*nt and finally grants you some release.
what follows is some of the most intense sex of your life. he makes you cum on his mouth, fingers, and finally his massive c*ck. you're a delirious, soaking wreck by the end of it...or what you think is the end.
once again, his face is right in front of your p*ssy. except now, it's a sloppy mess with his cum leaking out of you. the image sets him off and you find yourself being flipped over and stuffed full of him all over again
I literally can't even write dialogue for this because I will burst into flames
oh god OH GOD OH GOD
i literally can’t even compute with this or else i’ll burst into flames 😵💫😵💫 but i think the dialogue would go something like -
“stay. still. honey. i need to inspect your pretty cunt, i need to check if it’s as i left it and you’ve been following my rules.”
“mm, see how it twitches like that baby? you get so needy and twitchy when you’re exposed to me like this.”
“look at your pretty cunt and my cum leaking out of it. it’s so red and puffy too after taking my cock like a good girl. making me hard at the sight, honey.”
whenever i get these insane thots, because this is one of my fave kinks, my brain cannot comprehend it and i’m just dead -
all i can say is thank you thank you THANK YOU for supplying me with these my dear anon fuck me!!! lemme smooch you!!! 💌💖
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RILLLLLSSSSSSSSS
ITS BEEN SO LONG HOW R U
YOUNG ROYALS.
SEASON 3 IS DONE 💞💞💞💞💞
SEASON 3 IS DONE 💔💔💔💔💔
ALSO THE NEW SEB PICS??????? BEEFY BUCKY WITH THE LONG HAIR 😍😍😍
ive been watching the last season if merlin 15 minutes at a time because i am not about to lose me sweethearts rn oh my lord
OMG SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE GJDHDK
Okay, first things first, HELLO MY BABY 💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖 I've missed you a lot around here, honey!! I'm doing alright, just the usual amount of stress - but let's be real, that's my default state of mind xD I hope you're doing well, my dear 🥰🥰🥰 Hopefully school is over (or will soon be over) so you can rest and enjoy your vacation 💕💕💕
NOW: HOLY PATCHOULI RAGU AND RAVIOLI, I JUST SAW THE ANNOUNCEMENT AND EDVIN AND OMAR'S VIDEO MESSAGE AND AHDJAGDKSLDJK *SCREECHES* I'm getting a bit emotional here ngl 🥺🥺🥺 I can't believe that the show is actually over now, even though it's probably gonna be a while before we can watch s3, since they just finished shooting 😭😭😭 I'm hoping with all my heart that s3 will give us what we desperately need!! A happy ending for the boys pls!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
As for one Sebastian Mcfreakin' Stan, I simply can't look at those pics and videos without WEEPING, HONEY, LIKE I'M TALKING LEAKING FAUCET, OPEN BAR, LEMME CRY IN YOUR COCKTAIL REAL QUICK KIND OF WEEPING HERE
he looks. so good. my brain cannot comprehend it. I look back and then back again and the little lightbulb in my skull keeps flickering on and off because?? Is this a real human??? Does anything remotely similar to This Man truly exist??????? With those arms that look like they could engulf you so sweetly and protect you from all harm, and those boobs- sorry I mean tits- sorry I mean chESt, that CHEST that looks like it was only made for your cheek to lie upon it, and be the firmest pillow you ever slept on? and the hair??? The stubble?? The high-waisted pants?? I've seen people slander those pants, right, but as far as I'm concerned they just enhance his whole I'm Too Hot, Hot Damn™ vibe these days. make the tiny waist look even tinier and the broad shoulders look even broader and omg I can't think about this for too long or I will spontaneously combust 🔥🔥🔥
Should I also mention that white tank tops never really did anything for me until this man came along?? AND THE RINGS. THE MUMMERFUCKING RINGS. It's like. Every now and then Mr Stan-Lookin-Good-There-Man decides to accentuate his long, nimble fingers with pretty glinting metal and my brain fucking short-circuits like "NOPE - WHAT DIS - CANNOT COPE"
I feel he has awakened a monster in me *flies into the sun*
As for Merlin, oh babe, I feel ya 🥺🥺 Take your time with it, honey, I'm sure your heart will thank you for it 💖💖💖 I love you very much bby 💕💕💕 I hope you have a super nice day 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
#stucky just stucky#personal#today on: sebstan is fkcing devastating pass it on#i love u honey!! sending you all the hugs in the world right now 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
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A teenage girl, frustrated and hurt by the cold indifference of her family wishes for escape. She enters into a fantasy world where no one and nothing can be trusted. The innocent are never safe, the beautiful turn out to be malicious and her friends are plotting against her. She is lied to, misdirected and constantly blocked by random obstacles. She is always in danger of being sexually exploited by a powerful older man, who tells her that it's all her fault. In the end, victorious at last, she returns to reality, which is so much fucking worse than anything she's been through so far. The final consolation is that she can always disassociate to escape.
What a perfect movie for children growing up in the '80s.
Well, not quite perfect. Sarah Williams, the main character, is 16, which is 4 or 5 years too old for the girl-coming-of-age plotline, and the whole thing is a bit too cutesy. Nevertheless, it is pretty accurate for a fantasy movie.
Some people get their panties in a bunch about the age difference between Sarah and the Goblin King, as if they were romantically involved. That's bullshit. The Goblin King is not Sarah's boyfriend. He's a predator. He doesn't want to marry her and live happily ever after - he wants to rape her.
I was pretty happy to watch Labyrinth with my kid a few years ago, when they were 8 or 9. They enjoyed the funny parts and were scared by the scary bits. They were satisfied by the ending. I, of course, was able to see shit that I hadn't seen before. It's dark, yes, but the best stories for children have always been dark. Go read Little Red Ridinghood - that's some dark shit. The Big Bad Wolf is Satan and you can bets your ass the threat of rape looms large in that story.
You want to talk about a late '80s fantasy movie that is problematic? Sit through The Princess Bride.
Twenty years after Labyrinth, Guillermo del Toro did Pan's Labyrinth, which is a much better version of the same story. Pan's Labyrinth stands alone, of course, but I think it benefits from familiarity with Labyrinth.
Addendum: I got some replies and Tumblr won't let me respond as Official Voice Of Generation X for some reason, so I'm doing it this way.
How the fuck you gonna tell me I'm reading too much into a metaphor? It's a fucking metaphor - reading shit into it is why it exists.
"16 is THE age for coming-of-age plot"? Really? Here's a couple other girl-coming-of-age stories for you - Little Red Riding Hood, Pan's Labyrinth. In both of those the girl is 10 or 11. The triggering event is the onset of menses, not getting a driver's license. All the other late '80s movies that portrayed teenagers - Heathers, The Breakfast Club, Pretty In Pink &c - showed them being sexually active, using drugs and dealing with serious issues like physical and emotional abuse, violence and mental illness. Labyrinth showed a 16yo girl playing with dolls. I was born a year after Molly Ringwald and a year before Jennifer Connelly. The Breakfast Club is a much more realistic portrayal of teens in the '80s than Labyrinth.
I'm pretty open about my trauma here, honey. I'm fuckin' Gen X - we're all fucked up.
Labyrinth and Pan's Labyrinth are both about girls who have infant brothers - representing their own maternal capabilities. In both, the girls have to face off against monsters to save their brothers. There are a lot of differences, but those two movies have a lot more incommon with each other than either does with Alice - which is also great.
The Goblin King wants Sarah to be his queen. He wants to have a marital relationship with her. He's an adult, she's a child. The actors were 39 and 16. In case any of this was unclear, the filmmakers made sure that the Goblin King's bulging crotch was prominently displayed in several scenes. Watch the ballroom scene - that's overtly sexual. Maybe you think a 39yo man coercing a 16yo girl into a marriage is fine, but I call that rape. And he clearly tells her it's her fault. The predatory older man is the standard villian in girl-coming-of-age stories because girls need to know what to look out for.
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I'm going to make this quick
So, I've finally caught up to Representation for Miraculous. I have some thoughts, but nothing like I did with Migration. That one hit a special nerve. Beware for any spoilers for Miraculous S5
Intuition:
Gabriel is ballsy. I do commend him for his risk and seeing the failures, but holy fuck. The whole thing with his afib and the heart beating made me squirm, but only because I suffer from heart problems myself, so it made me uneasy hearing that.
Pretension:
Ok. Feligami is cute.
Revelation:
Boring until Hoaxer, then it got interesting.
Confrontation:
Kudos to Sabrina for taking a stand. Also, short hair Lila is choice. Granted I love short hair on women.
Also, am I missing something, or did Juleka not have a speech problem back in season 1? It could just be me, but I thought she spoke fine at least until the later seasons when she started mumbling everything. Did I miss something?
Collusion:
Leave the fucking pregnant woman alone!! FFS!! I fucking get that Chloe is a brat and is gonna be that way, but Gabriel, leave the pregnant woman alone! Fuck! I nearly fucking cried when she got akumatized after dealing with all that stress of the day. FFS!
Now for the one (I assume) people are really interested in. Revolution:
I fucking laughed. So, yes, I acknowledge that in a fantasy, fictional world that kind of shit can happen. But in the real world and real world logic, there's no fucking way any of that would have happened. It's just like my nitpick with Jagged "just ripping up his contract." In the sense of our world, it wouldn't work. So, I don't know how to take this episode. I didn't hate it, but it did make me laugh with how nonsensical it was. So, it could have been worse.
Overall I didn't hate Chloe. She fulfilled her role well enough. I am more annoyed with Andre though. Kudos for wanting to fix your mistakes, but maybe grow a backbone and punish your daughter? No? Send her off with Audrey? Cool. Whatever.
Another thing I have is the fucking deus ex machina moment for Ladybug and Chat Noir. Fuck that shit. It's painfully obvious and while good deus ex machina moments exist, that wasn't one of them. I would have preferred there was more build up because, to me, they aren't grown up. They are still kids physically and mentally. Emotionally too. Fuck it, all around.
Now for spoiler territory. Representation:
I don't know. It could have been worse?
So, the story of the Agrestes and Graham de Vanillies was interesting, but a part of me wishes we learned in a different way. Or at the very least, not have Felix and Kagami act it out. I wanted to laugh so hard at it because it came off as so silly. Though I do like the idea that Adrien and Felix were literally miracle children. That I do love.
Also, this will be triggering to some and cause some hate, but I need to get this off my chest.
Felix, honey, I acknowledge that being called a monster all your life by someone who was supposed to "love" you is extremely damaging, but I don't think that necessarily make Colt a thousand times worse than Tomoe or any other abusive parents. I know pain is relative and it falls to the perspective of the individual, but I was expecting a lot worse. Again, it could just be me, but I expected so much worse from Colt than just controlling his son and calling him a monster. As far as I see it, Colt just falls in line with all the other shitty parents. Nothing special.
Last thing that confuses me is Chat/Adrien's nightmare. I get it's meant to be a reference to Chat Blanc and the danger he possesses, but why? As far as we know, Adrien would have absolutely no idea about those events, only Marinette. So, why that? I was honestly expecting something to do with him as Adrien, not Chat. But I guess we need to fabricate a reason for Adrien not to tell Marinette the truth and give him trauma. Right? Right?
And wouldn't he still remember it anyway despite the miracle being performed? It's a nightmare after all. That shit haunts you. And the way Gabriel made it sound was that it just bought their worst fears to the conscious rather than dwelling in the subconscious, y'know, as nightmares do. Also, no one tell Juleka, but if I'm reading her nightmare right, Jagged doesn't really love her. I don't care about the birthday episode since all we see is Jagged giving attention to Luka, not Juleka too. But that's just my hot take.
Last thing for Representation I want to call out. Marcaniel canon finally?! Yes please. You cannot convince me otherwise after seeing them away from the crowd, alone, holding hands, and about to do what we all know was gonna happen. First JuleRose, now Marcaniel. Best part of the episode.
This has been a L0tus rant. Have a lovely day.
#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#mlb s5#mlb season five#mlb spoilers#mlb s5 spoilers#miraculous s5
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PLL: OS thoughts on episode 7 (SPOILERS)
Spoilers below cut, cuz I’m not a monster who wants to spoil shit.
I assumed this would be the episode where Elodie’s secret came out. Here we go…gearing up to hate Elodie, which is going to hurt my heart because I love Lea Salonga.
Hmm, so…this funhouse mirror scene is like…a reverse-uno Alison where Elodie is coming on to Angela. In PLL it was Emily being interested in Alison and Alison going along with it only to hold it against her, whereas Elodie led Angela right into it because FEELINGS. *sigh* I get that Elodie was freaking out about hiding her sexuality, but…c’mon. What she did was shitty, but I don’t hate her near as much as the other moms…yet. Maybe it’s Lea bias. Maybe I just hate it when LGBTQ characters are villains. Or maybe it’s because I don’t think Elodie planned that. She just freaked out. The other girls intentionally planned to hurt Angela. Doesn’t make it right. But I’m analyzing this...and Elodie was probably the least bitchy to Angela given what the other girls did to her. The others physically and mentally abused her on purpose.
Bro, the way Corey is icing Faran out like it’s her fault. Girl, bye. She is the worst mother. Marjorie ties with her. Woman, this child did not make you get in that car and start driving. Fuck this bitch. She deserves the Davie treatment.
Noa out here spilling the tea on Sheriff Beasley. MY GIRL!!! She is definitely my favorite. *standing ovation*
I like the sensitive spot that Faran has for Kelly. She may be hot and cold with the girl, but she does care.
Calling it now. Mouse was kidnapped on Halloween night at the carnival.
*almost kidnapped. Close enough.
Ash is the best. Love him. Supportive, kind, empathetic. On that note, I know something about Ash that is not common knowledge yet. HOWEVER, it changes absolutely nothing. He is perfect.
Why are all the teachers at this school so creepy? Only adult figure I like is the nurse. And I’m still kind of pissed that she didn’t refer Imogen to a Doctor when Imogen was freaking out and talking about an abortion. I get why this is so problematic and controversial, but she was 15 years old and raped. So...the least she deserved was a conversation with someone who had a PhD
I don’t know anything about ballet, so someone tell me how Faran is doing.
Get creepy Wes off my screen THIS instant! And of course he likes movies with rape in them. I hate him.
That fake out pen scene with Tabby is probably the corniest thing I have seen on this show thus far. So I will give it a pass.
This Steve/Mouse shit is getting to be too much. I am really unnerved by it. This full-ass adult freaks my adult ass out.
I can’t tell if Tabby’s mom is actually trying to help Imogen or not. I do not trust her.
Imogen lost her fake child. I am not supposed to be laughing at this. And the fact that the baby’s name is a fucking nod to Hannibal…dead.
I understand Tabby facing her demons. I do. But honey…going into the middle of the woods when a psycho is out there?!
Why is this Sheriff not dead yet? You are slacking, Masked Creeper. Get on that.
How is Corey going to straight up pretend she wasn’t an absolute See You Next Tuesday that morning? Good on Faran for giving her the metaphorical finger.
I wanted to leap through the screen and punch Steve for grabbing Mouse like that.
Ohhhh, Mouse’s dad is gonna be the one who tried to snatch her!!! I just feel it!
I don’t know how I feel about Chip/Imogen
Noa is a badass. That girl was about to take on a whole football team.
Shawn is back on my shitlist. Fucking testosterone hyena hiveminded bitch.
That house of mirrors scene was as intense as Noa’s apartment scene. Poor Mouse.
Bruh…what Elodie did to that man trying to start a family was MESSED UP. I figured it was her dad, but Elodie fucking ran off with the child when she was a surrogate?!
Oh shit. Ohohohoh…hold up. MOUSE USING BURNERS. What in the actual -A?
Ahh, I feel bad that Mouse’s family is breaking up. But understandable.
THAT ENDING!!!!!!! Epic. Do not RIP, Tyler.
So I feel like I have to speak on something. One thing that really annoys me: I feel like Elodie has had way less screen time than the other mothers and that bothers me for some reason. It’s not because I like Lea. It’s because I’m annoyed that the only LGBTQ couple doesn’t get the same treatment as the other moms. And what we see is always toxic. There was not one loving scene with Elodie and Mouse and I don’t like that. I understand that the other mothers are toxic, but we’ve also seen scenes of them with their children that were really sweet (Davie/Imogen and Tabby and her mother as well). Faran’s mom can choke. But her dad is wonderful. I guess I could probably say the same thing for Noa/Marjorie that I can for Elodie/Mouse. Both of them have been nothing but poison. I’m uncomfortable with that.
Last thoughts: what I thought was going to be spoiled in this episode (fucking asshole people on reddit) was not spoiled, so I’ll go into that particular thing I know when it happens.
I can’t wait until next week!! I was pretty dead on about my theories (I swear these are things that I did not know going into this show), so I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Anyway, ranking the Liars for fun:
1) Noa. Call me a sucker for a girl with a tough outer-shell, but is loyal AF and vulnerable inside.
2) This is tough, because Imogen and Mouse are tied for me. Imogen, because she is so fleshed out, but Mouse’s storyline constantly has me on the edge of my seat and I’ve enjoyed seeing her develop from meek to “don’t fuck with me.” So on that alone, I think I have to give this slot to Mouse.
3) Imogen. One of the most fleshed out characters and fantastically acted. Can I make her 2.5 instead of 3? It was a tough choice for me. I do love Imogen and I’m engulfed in her story…and Bailee is absolutely crushing it. But the storylines for Noa and Mouse have been more gripping…and frankly, terrifying.
4) Faran. It actually kind of pains me to put her this low because I love her and her storyline has been so amazing. Her one-liners are fabulous and her growth and the fact that she’s shedding herself of her mother’s shadow is such an incredible arc. I just seem to be grabbed more by the others right now. *subject to change.
5) I like Tabby. I do. I see a lot of hate for her on reddit. But I do like her. I think she’s going to be key to solving the entire mystery (her and Imogen), but the others have held my attention more often than not and I find myself so engulfed in what is happening to them that sometimes I forget about Tabby (ie: Noa in her apartment running from the Masked Creeper, Imogen and her grief during the Ouija board scene…fuck that cut me deep and I am traumatized, and Mouse with Steve the creep and in the house of mirrors. I just don’t have that kind of connection with Tabby yet. There has been no ‘it’ moment…except when she punched Tyler, which was awesome).
#Pretty Little Liars Original Sin#Pretty Little Liars Original Sin spoilers#PLL: OS spoilers#PLL: OS
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SKZ SHORT REACTION TO YOU ALWAYS CRYING , WHINING , AND RUBBING YOUR FACE INTO THEM DURING SEX 😭🥺🥺 CUTE FDDFFGG
It just always feels so good and overwhelming to have fat cock inside of your tiny pussy 🥺
Also ilysm <33 hry ?
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KITTEN! how are youuu~? i’m doing just fine, thank you for asking ^^
also... wish i could relate but do i get dick? no, none. ASHAHSHSA
OK QUICK REACTION (aka cherry word vomits) LEGO
warnings; dom!skz x gn!reader, dacryphilia, explicit sexual scenes, slight impact play, moaning, sex (well no fucking shit), orgasm,,, uh what more,,
before starting lemme just say this; as a collective THEY LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOVES IT but sure... some more than others
Bangchan
nah mate you got him whipped
W H I P P E D
just imagine holding him close and rubbing your face against his muscles while he’s just going at it OH LORD-
he already likes being in control
and when you show that you are weak in the presence of this dominant aura it just boosts that aura tenfolds.
i dont think he’d go as far as to see you cry but like tear up yk?
but BRUH HE LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY
your toes curling as you try to move away from his touch, him already beginning on your fourth orgasm that night
you try to hold on to anything which is most likely his broad shoulders (oop drooling a bit)
DUDE HAS THEM GUNS TO BE ABLE TO MANHANDLE YOU WITH EASE
which he does... a lot
but he would always ask if you felt comfortable and would remind you to use the safeword because caring dom shit
whine his name and BYE- he cums
would ask you to say it louder
“let everyone hear how good im making my baby feel”
Minho
SKSKASK all of you guys are going to say that i’m stereotyping minho
BUT IT MUST BE SAID
he likes it to a certain extent
if you belong to the more extremely squirmy people chances are he would get kinda annoyed having to hold you down LMAO
THATS NOT TO SAY THAT HE DOESNT LOVE SEEING YOU WRECKED
nononono honey... this man is corruption kink in human form
crying >>>>> moaning
WELL THATS MY GUESS
he’d be all cocky about it
“only i can make you feel like that baby?”
WAIT LISTEN TO THIS
he has a whole ass folder on his phone that’s just pictures of you being completely wrecked
he uses them to jerk off 110%
it can really be any kind of pictures but his favorite is the one where you have both cum and tears running down your face
somebody take the internet away from me
Changbin
awh binnie baby likes it v v much
it let’s him know how much you are enjoying it which is more important then getting his own pleasure
oof service top binnie?? ok stop cherry dont LMAO
weak for your whining 100%
especially if it’s all like,, high pitched and cute I CANT-
ngl it gets him even hornier
you’re feeding his horny monster by holding onto him, scratching his back and leaving all kinds of marks.
just gonna say it; he likes seeing you desperate
“binnie~ i need you inside of m-me..”
say that and HE A GONER
BECAUSE HE LIKES SEEING OTHERS WANT HIM (i know all your secrets dont even try to hide it you smug hot mf)
because of his buff arms he would have no problem pinning you down if you squirmed around too much
his sturdy arms in contrast with your quivering body OH GAWD
“you want me? beg then”
and you can’t simply ask
you need to whine it
IT DOESNT HAVE TO SOUND CUTE
just desperate ;)))
Hyunjin
the whole fucking rubbing your face and hair against him; in love
it doesnt even have to be against him
against the bed or against a pillow is enough to keep him going
your hair all disheveled when you look at him :((
“do i fuck you that good, baby?” he cooed at you, your head burried in a multitude of pillows. you nod, your hair in your face as your whole body jerks forward from his powerful thrust
we all know that this boy is vocal
so you would have to be EVEN LOUDER to get him off
which you were
god you know the dance lives??
when he’s all sweaty and is heaving for air?
head empty. only that
yeah... he would like a clingy s/o
because then he can go around and be proud of himself that he made you cry in bed LMAO
he wouldnt tell it to anyone, seeing it more as a personal achievement HASHASH
a sucker of you being squirmy
gives him more reason to use force when pinning you down
showing himself off a lil...
blushing mess if you compliment him on his muscles tho...
Jisung
you know that video where felix bites a banana with the peel still on and jisung goes all “SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCK”
yeah thats what happens when you start crying from how hard he’s going
he thinks he fucked up real bad
no dude you just hitting it too good (HASHASH bye im yeeting myself off a cliff)
crying in bed makes him scared but do you know what really gets him?
whining
A LOT OF IT
he loves how they go from small murmurs to full out long whines that are all uneven
some incoherent words mixed into them together with his name
he also loves how they sound mixed with his moans and growls
i feel like he’s very moved by sound
the mf that would record your moans no cap
i feel like he would be the one to rub his head against you??
yk missonary (wow cherry has nothing else to come with LMAO) he drops his head when he’s close to cumming, shaking his head slightly against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you
he would be the one tearing up when he’s close
BECAUSE you feel too good wrapped around his aching dick :((
can we really blame him?
Felix
OOOOH MY GOD
OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD
he loves it
more than he should
all of it; the crying, the rubbing against him, the whining, the hair in your face LIkE OOF
why? because it gives him a sense of being in control
he has you under his control which IS RARE FOR HIM
OK he subs for you a lot and then he does the same thing, probably even more than you do
yk the whole rubbing his hair against your chest as he’s whining at the top of his lungs
BUT HE REDEEMS THAT WHEN HE DOMS
which is perfect because then its a give and take situation
happy sexy times
where the both of you are enjoying it waaay to much
WAIT THIS
imagine him pounding you in missionary right.... and both of you cry!?!?!
two overwhelmed babies :(((
Seungmin
Puppyboy is all for it
let me just say,,, he has a corruption kink SAHSSAHS
OK I KNOW EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE
“cherry he’s so neat and tidy, how could he possibly have a corruption kink?”
THATS WHY. BECAUSE HE LOVES SEEING YOU ALL TIDY AT DAYTIME
but god forbid nighttime because then you are nothing but a drooling and crying mess, holding onto him for dear life as he mercilessly pounds into you
i swear this dude is all about drastic changes like duality is in his DNA
and i feel like he likes people that have that same charm??!?
IMAGINE THIS RIGHT;
you’re riding him, tired and fucked out of your mind, eventually leaning down to his chest and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, crying from overstimulation
AND THIS MF lifts you up slightly and starts thrusting up into you
thats it.
i love him AHSHASH
Jeongin
it would take a while for him to get used to you crying in bed
first time it happened he got scared, stopped and hugged you, apologizing like a thousand times
you all like “...it was just getting good?”
he doesn’t understand shit at first???
“b-but why are you crying then? tell me the truth y/n”
“but i am?”
after you explained that it just happens to you he’d nod and continue
after a while... he starts liking it
and if you one time don’t cry he’d be confused again, this time saying;
“did you not l-like it?”
“dork, of course i did” you say ruffling his hair and he feels relieved hearing you say that
ah cutie :(((
ALSO the whining and the squirming; total sucker for that LMAO
OK IMMA SLEEP NOW holy shit my back is scoliosis central rn and im so damn nervous for my exam tomorrow AAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck
ANYHOW HOPE THIS WAS FUN READING <333
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Getting Lost with the AOT characters!
Levi:
-I think it's fairly obvious he's going to stay silent and tell you to shut up everytime you try saying something because he knows you're clueless
-he's just flipping the map upside down, right side up, to the left to the right
-you will get back and it won't be because of the map, you two agree to stalk a bird out of the forest😭😭😭
Eren:
-he gets so frustrated. He has no idea how he got it wrong, he's retracing his steps and can't remember crap
-even though you're panicking yourself you have to remain calm because of how this boy sounds. He sounds like he's on the verge of getting electrocuted
-The whole time he's demanding you follow him because his memory is good and you just threaten to knock him out and carry him.
Bertholdt:
-he's somehow good at it, like he's been in the forest so many times that he knows it like the back of his hand
-since it's getting dark he smiles reassuringly and holds your hand so you don't lose him
-Okay but you two heard russling in the bushes and found two squirrels having seggs 💀that scared you more than the monster you were expecting
-sorry that headcannon was out of NOWHERE
Reiner:
-he's brave and shit until it's dark and gloomy and you two are in the middle of nowhere
-He BAWLS the moment he realises his phone has no signal so calling anyone is not possible
-is clinging onto your hand and denies it when you ask if he's still crying.
-at one point he thought he saw a ghost so he threw you over his shoulder and DARTED aimlessly while you wailed at the top of your lungs
Jean:
-he carries a compass around with him 100%, is jokingly trying to scare you with myths
-I personally think you guys would get lost for the day and since it's night time you can't see anything so at that point he starts a fire and you both continue your journey in the morning
-turns out the exit was right in front of you but you know our baby horse💀 always a dunce
Armin:
-he wouldn't cry or panic he would probably stand still and try to come up with a logical plan
-he most likely would help you climb up a tree to see how far away from the entrance of the forest you guys are
-I mean if it begins to get dark he can get very pale and paranoid, like the man kept walking into trees
-reminds you every 2 seconds that he's got you
Erwin:
-He's been keeping track of everything there's no way you could get lost
-he remembers things the old way, like a child. Something like:a red musbroom, then a tree stump, bridge, etc.
-NOTHING scares him, there could be a tiger inside that shit ass forest and he'd just 👁👁 hello
Zeke:
-he insists on climbing somewhere high to see everything beneath him, like you can't climb so you waited for him on the ground
-monkey man- He just needs his hands to climb, nothing else
-you did trip and hurt your knee so you got a piggyback ride on the monke man.
-you get back home faster than expected
Porco:
-Not good to get lost with him, he gets so frustrated. He's so mad that he crumples the map and you just deadpan because it's the last piece of info that can save you
-Get a load of shit with you if you go hiking with him because there's a 90% chance you'll get lost and he'll either blame it on himself or rage like an animal
-at some point your friends find you because it had been too long and Porco just goes "Fucking finally" with his arms raised completely💀
Hange:
-She doesn't give a fuck LMAO
-"Hey um, honey... we're lost..." you say, staring at the map as if it were an alien language. She stops her staring contest with the wood pecker and turns to you with an amused look. "Are we now?" She hums, returning her gaze back to the animal hidden within the shadow of the towering trees.
-Like I said, she can survive up to 3 months in the wild by herself
-Let's just say sometimes it's quick, other times you get Erwin and Levi to try and find you
Pieck:
-She sounds like a middle school teacher 💀 "Oh deary me... we're lost." She taps her chin and looks around in thought.
-I imagine you'd be the calmer person in the relationship but you'd lose your shit in this scenario
-She's just stroking your head while you have a full on panic attack, chuckling about how much you're overreacting and how the both of you will find your way back
Mikasa:
-She's 100% the best person to get lost with
-Like Hange, strong and intelligent enough to survive in the wild but she'd rather not live like that and find a way out
-Tells you to stay behind her incase anything creeps up
-her words are so reassuring and true. Like if she says 'we'll make it out of here' she ain't playin
-Miss gurl here wouldnt sit her ass still SHES SEARCHIN THE WHOLE DAY
Mike:
-Is rambling on how he's an expert on hikes and how he would never ever get lost.
-Chill we get it just find a way out😩
-He did make notes on what he saw on the way so that slightly helps but Mike seems like the type of person to move away from the exit by accident without even realising💀
-you could be telling him how the both of you are going to a different location and he just tells you to 'trust the process'
Sasha:
-you're terrified, she'd eat anything she deems edible tbh
-because you don't want that happening you both try to find your way back using the map yet you still fail
-However when she takes control of it, she begins to pull out knowledge that you never knew she had
-she's pretty fast at navigating her way back and protects both you and her surprisingly well
Annie:
-curses under her breath and begins to try and remember her steps, will probably tell you to shut up even if you aren't saying anything
-like she's even scaring feral animals away from you guys💀
-eventually it's almost night time and she lets it out by wailing 'DAMN IT' at the top of her lungs with birds flying out of trees💀
-her last resort is to just keep walking even if it's almost nightime and thankfully you somehow make it out together
Kenny:
-He's making weird noises as supposed to groaning, realising you're both stuck in this shit ass forest
-I can tell you, he runs so that he can find the way out before night and worst part is he grabs your hand so you're just dying from the amount of sprinting he does
-He assumes everything is there to attack you both, a cat popping out of a bush? He wrapped his arms around you and squealed.
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Rabid.
The brainrot was real, guys. Hope you like it :))
Kyoutani Kentarou x female reader
tw blood, violence, implied minor character death, non-con, smut, nsfw
There’s blood splattered across the back of his hands the first time you make the unwitting mistake of catching Kyoutani’s attention. He usually can’t be fucked wasting time wrapping his fists; the skin across one of his knuckles is split and raw from his last job, but most of the blood isn’t his.
And the other guy got off far, far worse.
But he wouldn’t have noticed – it comes with the territory and he’s never really given a fuck whether there’s blood on his clothes or not – if it hadn’t been for that tiny gasp.
That soft, sharp little intake of breath, and like the rabid dog they claim he is, he snaps to the threat.
Nobody else at the table notices, and you seem to realise your mistake, freezing up the moment those honey brown eyes flash and zero in on you. Your throat bobs unsteadily – you look like a deer caught in headlights. Startled. Terrified.
Kinda fuckin’ adorable, if he’s being honest.
“I– I’m sorry, sir,” you mutter, ducking your head as you set down his drink with a tremor in your hand.
Vaguely, he registers Makki’s choked snort at the honorific – nobody’s ever called him sir before – but he can’t really find it in himself to give a fuck that the two of you have drawn an audience.
Not when you’re still frozen, hardly daring to draw breath at his side.
You’re new, that much is painfully obvious, but not stupid. You know who he is – who they are, and despite his reputation, he’s never been one to get off on fear or some fucked up version of a power trip; Kyoutani simply likes the feeling of lashing out, beating the absolute shit out of some asshole just because he can.
Because it feels good, gets his blood pumping.
Nobody would lift a finger to help you if he decided to take offence to your little slip up. And truthfully, he couldn’t give a shit – he’s used to people being on edge around him and it’s not like you’ve reacted any other way than how you’re supposed to.
It’s natural for you to be startled, scared even. But not here, not with them. Here you should know better, because here is filled to the fucking brim with men like Kyoutani. Oh sure, they might be prettier, polished and charming like Oikawa, but you’d have to be a goddamn idiot to think the man hasn’t stepped over bodies he’s put in the ground to get where he is.
At least Kyoutani never has to pretend to be anything other than what he is.
But a little blood in a place like this shouldn’t raise an eyebrow, and the way you’re staring at the table, eyes cast down and wide; Kyoutani can almost hear you cursing yourself out for your own stupidity. And it strikes him as he stares at you, drinking in every subtle shift in your body language, wondering why you don’t just tuck tail and run off like you so clearly want to, that you really don't belong in a place like this.
“Something the matter, Mad Dog?” a silken voice purrs, and he tears his eyes away from your trembling form to glance back at his boss, sitting at the head of the table. The brunette’s smiling idly, appraising the two of you and Kyoutani feels you stiffen beside him.
You don’t dare open your mouth, don’t so much as twitch, not even as Kyoutani returns his attention back to you. By now the entire table has quietened down, most if not all of the gathered men staring at you and you – pretty eyes filling with tears, hands clasped together and trembling in front of your dress – look like you just want the floor to open up and swallow you whole. And somewhat selfishly, there’s a part of Kyoutani that wants to keep you there like that.
Not afraid, exactly. Just… there.
He can’t explain it, doesn’t know why he hasn’t just told you to fuck off back to the kitchen, dismissed you with a grunt like he would have if any of the other servers had made the same mistake. He has bigger shit to worry about than some perceived fucking offence, but he finds himself pausing, drawing this little moment out for a lifetime before finally putting an end to it, “No.”
He jerks his chin, breaking the moment between the two of you to reach for the drink you’d set down before him, but still you don’t move, glancing between him and Oikawa like you’re afraid to move – as if you’re terrified that you’ve read this situation wrong and one wrong step and you’ll just make things worse. It’s so fucking endearing that he almost snorts, but it takes Oikawa’s voice, calm and level and almost kind to shake you out of your frozen state, “Run along now, cutie.”
You scamper off without a backwards glance, and if anybody notices Kyoutani watching you out of the corner of his eye while he nurses his drink, they have the better sense to keep their mouths shut about it.
And honest to god, it’s the last he expects to see of you. He’s not so stupid as to think you landed the job because you genuinely wanted it; people don’t end up in places like this because they have choices, they end up here because somebody somewhere along the line fucked up.
This city’s filthy, full of irredeemable pieces of shit like him and it takes innocence like yours, chews it up and spits it out. If you were smart, you would have left after your little run-in with him, so why the fuck are you right back in their private room less than a week later, nails biting into your palm and resolutely refusing to meet his eye?
Oikawa’s busy rattling off a list of drinks he wants, but this time it’s Kyoutani who’s frozen in place, staring at you with a scowl that has you shivering even as you nod at the Oyabun. He knows Iwaizumi at least is watching him with some kind of morbid combination of curiosity and concern, can’t find it within him to care as you try and slip from the room, giving him as wide a berth as you can without it seeming rude–
Not wide enough. Before he even registers that he’s moved Kyoutani’s reaching out to grab your forearm – his grip not tight enough to hurt, just to stop you from running off on him again. And the little squeak that leaves your soft looking lips sends a ripple of something electric jolting down his spine, but you know better than to try and pull away.
God, he can feel your pulse racing beneath your skin, every terrified thump of your heart. It’s addictive, he thinks, the feeling he gets just from touching you.
“Gimme a beer,” he grunts, waiting until you finally meet his eye.
The nervous little nod you give strokes some part of him he hadn’t realised existed. Kyoutani likes you like this; all timid and obedient. A little too much, maybe.
There’s a sharp elbow in his side courtesy of Yahaba, and he reluctantly releases his grip on you, leaving you to scamper away once more. Cute.
Yahaba makes some snarky comment under his breath and he barely fucking registers it, fixated instead on the skin of his palm; still warm and tingling from your touch. His hands are rough, scarred and calloused, the skin over his knuckles split from another job last night, a little red and bruised – even as he tightens his fingers into a fist they sting just a little.
Guns have their purpose, he’s not against a knife if he’s feeling particularly fucking vindictive, but Kyoutani’s favourite has always been his fists. There’s something about the feeling of skin and muscle giving way beneath his blows, taking all that pent up rage and aggression and letting loose with his fists. It’s a kind of euphoria he’s never found anywhere else; not in women or men or drugs or alcohol. Nothing comes close to the feeling he gets straddling some pathetic piece of shit and beating the absolute fucking crap out of him.
Sometimes if he goes a few days without a fight, he gets a little jittery. Not like the tweakers do, it’s not withdrawal so much as… a building up of restless, rabid energy. He gets on edge, snaps more, lashing out over petty shit until some poor asshole makes the mistake of looking at him the wrong way and Kyoutani just fucking looses it.
He feels it now, that same burning itch under his skin. He’s never thought of his hands as anything more weapons, but touching you, the warmth of your skin, how smooth and soft it was–
Kyoutani wants to do it again. Wants to touch more of you. And he’s not so fucked up yet that he doesn’t realise how twisted this all is, how a guy like him doesn’t belong within a thousand miles of some sweet, cute innocent thing like you. But the world ain’t fucking fair; you’re here and for whatever reason Oikawa’s taken a liking to you and so whenever they’re at the club, you’re the one management send to make sure they’re happy.
And Kyoutani wonders, golden eyes burning a hole into your back as you hastily clear away their empty glasses, whether you realise that if any one of them asked for a dance or for you to get on your knees and blow them, you’d be expected to do that, too.
You might as well be on Seijoh’s payroll now, just be thankful that as far as that side of things go, they’re not the monsters that the rumours make them out to be.
Not that he hasn’t noticed Mattsun’s gaze drifting to your ass when you lean over the table to grab something, the older man shooting him a salacious wink when he notices he’s glaring.
Not that he hasn’t let his own imagination take hold, leaning up against the glass wall of his shower first thing in the morning. His fist pumping along his throbbing cock, wondering what it’d be like to see you on your knees, those pretty eyes full of tears, staring up at him as you swallow him down like the good girl he knows you are.
The thing is, he’s never made all that much of an effort to hide his feelings from the others. He doesn’t give a shit if it makes him the butt of their jokes, doesn’t care what they think about the way he watches you – his attention snapping towards you the moment you slip past the door, purposefully trying to avoid his gaze. Not that it ever does you much good.
Oikawa hasn’t said shit, and that’s enough of a go-ahead as Kyoutani needs. It’s none of their fucking business anyway.
You’ve managed to get under his skin, push him to the fucking brink when he goes more than a few days without seeing you. He knows you don’t want any part of this; that you’re still fucking terrified of him. Kyoutani’s never been one to chase after somebody who wants nothing to do with him – there are plenty of women more than willing to spread their legs for Seijoh’s big bad Mad Dog if he wants an itch scratched. There’s no good reason why he can’t get you out of his head, why you’ve sunk your teeth into him and refuse to let go – even when it’s clear that that’s so fucking far from what you intended with the blonde.
It doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, it doesn’t change shit; you’re his, whether you’re willing to acknowledge that or not.
And maybe he’s just living with his head up his ass, but he doesn’t quite realise how fucking inadequate this whole arrangement is until he needs a piss one night and ventures out into the club only to see some asshole trying to cop a feel and tug you down to his lap, his friends drunk and howling with laughter as you try to politely escape them.
Distantly he registers that he recognises the piece of shit as some low level fucking drug lord who’s been all but sucking Oikawa’s dick trying to get a bigger piece of the pie, but in that moment, he honestly doesn’t give a fuck who he is.
Kyoutani just sees red.
Nostrils flaring, steam practically pouring from his ears, he storms over. And adrenaline’s surging through him with every pounding beat of his heart, every synapse in his body’s electrified, ready to lay into this piece of shit for daring to lay a finger on what’s his.
He wants to beat him bloody, wants to fuck up his face – to whale on him until muscle and bone give way and there’s nothing left but bloody pulp where his head used to be. Him and his fucking friends.
But Kyoutani has his priorities, and he reaches you first, grabbing you by your elbow and ripping you away from them, a muscled arm curling protectively around your waist. And he’s deaf to whatever protests you have, to the excuses the pieces of crap in front of him offer up, can’t hear a goddamn thing over the pounding in his head as he fixes them with a snarl and all but drags you back to their room, shoving you less than gently in through the door.
“Stay here, don’t move until I get back,” he orders, and he loves you, he does, but when you open your mouth to argue, something inside of him tightens and snaps. He grabs you by the jaw, jerking your face up as he crowds in over you, golden eyes ablaze, “Not a fucking muscle, understand?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, crashing his lips down on yours to steal the kiss he’s been waiting fucking weeks for before stalking back out.
Kyoutani is beyond caring about ramifications, Oikawa’s always given him a fairly loose leash to do as he pleases and if this is what puts an end to that so fucking be it; he’ll take you and go. But he hears Iwa and Mattsun on his heels and neither one of them are trying to stop him as he storms back towards the drug lord and his little cronies, so he figures the boss ain’t too fucking bothered with what he’s about to do.
And maybe if he’d had a clearer head, he might’ve found it funny how quickly the floor clears when he vaults the couch, grabs the asshole by the front of his silk shirt and heaves him forward, sending him careening face first into a table full of drinks.
With the taste of you on his lips, the memory of this piece of shit’s hands all over you, Kyoutani doesn’t hold back.
The others are gone by the time he, Iwa and Mattsun return, it’s just Oikawa casually leaning back in his seat, you sitting rigidly in the one beside him, his arm casually draped over the back of your chair.
Kyoutani’s eyes flicker tensely between the two of you – he’s still on edge, still not right. He needs something more to feed that rabid fucking monster lurking beneath his skin, and his Oyabun knows it.
Oikawa smiles genially, patting your knee for just a moment (and oh, how Kyoutani hates the flash of jealous rage that rears its ugly head when he leans over and whispers something in your ear) before standing up.
“Mad Dog,” he says, eyeing him with a shrewd look he recognises all too well. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” He nods at the two behind him and without another word the three of them exit, no doubt to try and smooth over the mess he’d just made.
Leaving Kyoutani alone with you.
And there’s a part of him that’s pissed off, because this was always gonna happen, but fuck, he was gonna make an effort. He’d wanted it to be nice for you… romantic, or at least as romantic as somebody like him was capable of.
You deserve that much.
His blood’s still thrumming, remnants of blind fury and jealousy and possessive need still burning through his veins. The fight wasn’t enough to sate him; it should’ve been – he’d left them in fucking pieces – but then again you’ve been toeing this line for a long, long time, and Kyoutani’s patience only goes so far.
He should at least take you back to his apartment, try and salvage this disaster of a night, but he knows deep down he can’t make himself walk out of here with you without taking what he needs.
He’s still not entirely in control, breathing hard as he stares at you, watches you fiddle with your hands in your lap, refusing to meet his gaze. “Stand up,” he says, his voice a rough growl.
On shaking legs, you obey, eyes flickering towards the doorway behind him, and distantly he wonders what you’re thinking. You’re foolishly naive, he’ll admit that much, but he doesn’t think you’re stupid. You know where this is going, and you must know that there is nobody and nothing that’s gonna stop what’s about to happen. Not even you.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and now he’s the one to draw in an unsteady breath. “Strip.”
You blanch, eyes widening in pure panic. And there’s a part of him that feels guilty, that knows he’s scaring you right now and hates himself for it, but any chance of rationality winning out fled the moment he saw somebody else put their hands all over you.
“Strip,” he repeats when you make no move to start taking your clothes off. “Or I’ll rip that pretty fucking dress off myself.”
Kyoutani adores that little catch in your breath, the way you bite down on your bottom lip as you give in, meekly reaching for the zipper at your back.
You’re so fucking beautiful, every mouthwatering inch of you. Tentatively, you glance up at him after your dress hits the floor, as if you’re hoping that that’ll be enough, that he doesn’t want to see all of you. Any other time, and the sight of you in your matching set of lingerie might’ve been enough to calm him, but it’s not what he needs tonight.
His scowl deepens, and you’re clever enough to read between the lines. Your bra goes first, pretty lace panties joining the small pile of clothes on the floor a moment later.
Good girl.
His eyes darken as he stares, hungrily taking you in. Soft tits, nipples pebbling under the cool air, he’s dying to touch them, suck on them, mark them up nice and fuckin’ pretty. The gentle swell of your ass, smooth, supple thighs he can’t wait to get his hands on, and that cute little cunt of yours, all his. His to play with, his to tease, his to claim. Fuck, this is better than all the images he’s conjured up of you in the heat of the moment, stroking his cock to get off with his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. He wants to compliment you, tell you how perfect you are, how cute you are – trembling naked in front of him, but he’s beyond words right now, hanging onto his control by a fucking thread as his cock twitches in his pants, all that blood rushing south.
You look like you’re about to burst into tears as you swallow, taking in a quick, hitching breath. “Kyoutani,” you begin in a soft, tiny voice–
And that last little thread snaps.
He’s on you before you can stop him, spinning you around and roughly slamming your hips up against the table. There’s no time to be soft or gentle, no time to even take off his pants, he just shoves them down to his thighs and reaches for his cock.
Fuck, he’d wanted to eat you out, to stuff you full of his fingers and make you cum on them first, get you nice and stretched out, but he’s still too wound up. Kyoutani needs to be buried inside of you, needs to fuck you – he’ll make it up to you afterwards, he swears it.
He’ll treat you like a fucking princess, just be good for him now.
And the scream that shatters that calm night air should tear at him – he doesn’t want to hurt you, not ever, it’s his job to protect you – but he can’t focus on that when your pussy’s clamping down around his fat cock, a dizzying heat enveloping him as your walls flutter and squeeze against the unwanted intrusion.
It feels like fucking heaven. Kyoutani’s hands are everywhere; your tits, your ass, squeezing reassuringly at your hip when a broken sob leaves your lips. And he’s kissing at your shoulders, nuzzling at your neck even as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin, desperate to be as close to you as he can as his hips draw back and he pounds back in, grunting like a beast in heat.
He fucks you savagely, your hips slamming against the table with every thrust – there’ll be bruises no doubt, but he’ll look after those too. He swears to fucking god, he’ll take such good care of you. You’re gonna be his girl. You are his girl.
It’s easier than it should be to drown out your agonised cries and pleas for him to slow down, to chase his own pleasure within your tight, wet heat, his cock ramming up against your cervix with every stroke.
He loves you, loves the feeling of being inside of you – fuck, Kyoutani doesn’t think he ever wants to leave. His fingers find your clit and you cry out, a shudder wracking your body that almost has him seeing stars with the way your pussy tightens and convulses around him in response. He loses his rhythm as he nears his end, hips jackrabbiting into your poor, abused cunt as his balls tighten.
You’re slick now, cunt drooling around him as he fucks you hard and fast, lewd slaps echoing out with every brutal thrust. Kyoutani knows he’s holding you too tight, knows it’s probably hurting but he can’t fucking care when he’s so close and you feel so fucking good–
His teeth sink into your neck as that blinding pleasure takes hold; his entire body seizing up, abs tightening as his orgasm slams into him. Kyoutani cums with a hissed snarl, crushing you against him as thick, warm spurts fill your perfect little cunt right up. He fucks you through it, a slow, lazy grind of his hips against yours as he milks his orgasm for all it’s worth, pressing gentle, soothing kisses along your collarbone while you sniffle and sob pathetically.
“Love you,” he grunts quietly – truthfully – letting your exhausted body collapse back against the table. And it’s now he regrets not having taken you home to do this on an actual bed, just so he could lie you down somewhere soft afterwards and curl up beside you.
Still, there’s not much he can do but try and comfort you as best he can, rough fingers running soothingly up and down your back as he waits for you to calm down. He pauses after a moment though, staring oddly at his hands.
There’s blood smeared across his skin, caked under his nails, splattered up his tattooed forearms. And Kyoutani can’t help the satisfied smirk that tugs at his lips as he leans over to kiss your shoulder again, his cock still stuffed inside of you.
Most of it isn’t his.
And the other guy got off far, far worse.
#yandere haikyuu#yandere kyoutani#yandere kyoutani x reader#yandere kyoutani kentarou x reader#yandere kyoutani kentarou#tw blood#tw violence#tw implied minor character death#tw non con#i love the angry tennis ball
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If I Fell For You (Part 16) - Drowning
Summary: The reader’s night goes from bad to awful fast but thankfully Jensen shows up at the last second to stop things from getting any worse. But the guilt the reader feels over trying to end things with Jensen to protect him starts to become too much...
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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader
Word Count: 5,600ish
Warnings: language, being drunk, minor violence, scary situations, angst, fighting, fluff, offscreen death of minor character, anxiety, panic attack, minor injury
A/N: This chapter is a whirlwind! Please enjoy and let me know what you think!
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It was a close to an hour later and you were halfway through a bottle of bourbon, laying on the back porch of your mom’s house, staring at the rafters and debating finishing off the whole thing.
“Y/N?” you heard. Your skin crawled as you sat up, spotting your father at the other end of the wrap around. “Are you drunk?”
“This would be an appropriate time to tell you that yes, I am and I also have this,” you said, reaching behind your and picking up a hunting rifle. “I might be plastered but I think that’ll only improve my aim. I’ll be nice and shoot for your balls first.”
“You got so much wrong about me kid.”
You fired a shot near his feet and he held up his hands.
“Why don’t you go jump off a bridge or some shit,” you said.
“Y/N.”
You pulled the trigger as he took a step forward and he jumped when it hit the window nearby. You pulled again but it just clicked as he walked closer.
“Your new momma never taught you that kind of rifle only has two shots, did she,” he said. You tried to stand but got way too dizzy and fell down.
“Well I can still tear you apart with my teeth,” you said.
“You’re drunk and judging by your face, very upset. What happened to that boy you were with? I didn’t see him when I looked around.”
“Touch me and that boy will rip your head off.”
“This doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” he said, stepping far too close for your liking. You swung the rifle at him but he caught it and kicked the bottle away before you could get at it. “All grown up. Probably enjoy it now.”
You crawled back as far as you could, eyes darting behind him when you saw movement. You barely caught the brown hair and green eyes before your father was face first on the porch. You tried to stand but he yanked on your ankle and pulled you down hard. It took a long time to peel open your eyes again, your father now at Jensen’s feet. Jensen pushed down on his back while he talked on the phone to someone and it didn’t take long to hear sirens in the distance.
“For the record,” said Jensen as he walked over to you and crouched down, his belt around your father’s wrists, “I didn’t believe you for a second. Oh and you’re a dumbass but you’re my dumbass. Forever. Got it?”
“I couldn’t…” you trailed off. He nodded and took off his flannel, wrapping it over your shoulders. “I knew he would do something and I couldn’t have him near the kids or know they exist. I couldn’t-”
“I know, honey,” he said. “But don’t you dare ever do anything like that again.”
You put your head down sniffled, dizzy still as he rubbed your back before going back to watching your dad.
It took an hour or so before you could go home and you were sober enough to stand on your own.
“Can I ask why you made the executive decision that you did?” asked Jensen, holding your arm loosely as you got into his car to head back.
“Because I’m stupid,” you said dryly from the passenger seat as he turned on his SUV.
“I mean more so why didn’t you come to me if you were scared? Why make up a lie?”
“You did let me go. You must have believed me at least for a few seconds,” you said.
“No, I actually didn’t.”
“You let me go.”
He was quiet until you got close to the brewery, Jensen pulling off onto the plot of land he owned next to it. You leaned your head against the cold window and he turned off the engine.
“This whole, tired, don’t talk to me attitude right now? Been there. Lived it. I know it’s bullshit.”
“You let me leave so you did believe me so-” you said, Jensen pressing a finger to your lips.
“I am certain of very few things and you are one of them. I let you go so I could figure out what scared you so badly you’d lie, to me. There’s only one thing I can think of so before you even had a foot out of that house, I was calling people and I got put on with Detective Finn who worked your case as a kid and I find out that dick for brains sack of shit just moved practically down the street from us. It does not take a genius to put the pieces together.”
“Fine! I did it in some stupid attempt to protect you,” you said. You glared at him and he shook his head. “What?”
“I’m not gonna get mad at you.” You put your head back on the window and stared out to the dark trees, sniffling some. “Why do you want me to be angry with you?”
“Uh because I didn’t forget to turn on the washing machine or leave on a light. I lied. I lied so big that-”
“You lied to protect your family from a monster. Do I wish you had told me? Yes. But I fuck up so much and you’ve never once been angry with me for making a mistake and I’ll never be angry with you for making one either. I know you want me to be angry with you, feel like you should be punished for what you imagine is hurting me. But you didn’t hurt me, Y/N. You didn’t and I know you get that because so many times you’ve been on the other side of this and I know you’ve never once thought, oh yeah Jensen’s a piece of shit, let him really have it. No. Just no. So I’m not getting mad at you and I don’t know what to fucking say to make you feel better like you always do me and I’m so sorry he got so close to hurting you again. But I’m really good at fighting monsters in this family. So please next time, I don’t care if you’re scared of the bug on the wall or you think someone’s outside the house or what it is. If you’re scared, tell me and I’ll do my best to make it go away, I promise.”
“What do you do when you want to hate yourself for being an idiot?” you asked quietly. You heard him shift in his seat and you shut your eyes, the sound of a door opening and then another. Strong arms wrapped around you and you buried your face in his chest.
“I try to treat myself as kindly as she does. She would never hate me and she hates when I’m in pain. I see it all over her face. So I try to cut myself some slack and ask myself if she would hate me and when I realize no, I’m forced to forgive myself and it normally takes a few hours but it works pretty good. A lot of hugs and cuddling don’t hurt either.”
“Thank you for stopping him.”
“Don’t.”
“Thank you. I owe you so, so much.”
“You don’t owe me a damn thing. We got each other’s backs and that’s all there is to it. I’m just sad I missed you trying to shoot his dick off.”
“How did you know where to find me?”
“Find my iPhone. Also I figured that was a good place to check,” he said. “I would have been here sooner if Jared didn’t drive like a tortoise over to the house to watch the kids.”
“I’m sorry I scared you...and you had to do that tonight.”
“Oh punching your father was a personal highlight for me. Trust me,” he said. He stroked your cheek and you turned into the touch, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re safe.”
“He’s going to get out on bail and-”
“And we have a very good lawyer. Oh, and I know the mayor so fuck his ass, he’s not getting bail.”
You buried your face once again and he put a finger under your chin, lifting it up.
“You’re still scared.”
“He’s gonna get arrested for what, trespassing? Attempted assault? I was drunk and shot at him. He can spin it. He can spin it and be out on the street like that.”
“I’m going to ask the lawyer to do something else, something that maybe can take care of that problem.”
“What?”
“Once a piece of shit, always a piece of shit. He’s been gone for fifteen years. I have this bad feeling you weren’t the only one. Or even before that.”
“Or maybe he just hates me.”
“You don’t have to be scared. I’m gonna take care of it.”
“Jensen, I know you don’t have to worry about the money but it might still not be enough.”
“It’s enough,” he said. “Or else next time I’ll be the one with the rifle.”
“You would kill him?”
“Honestly? Yeah if it came to it. I wish people like him died in car crashes, not innocent ones. We have every right to protect ourselves and our family and I’m not letting him touch the kids or you ever.”
“I should probably say that’s bad but I don’t disagree.”
“Money works a lot. A real lot. Maybe he did something super bad and he can rot in prison forever.”
“Maybe,” you said, spotting a cruiser pull up nearby.
“Stay here, sweetie,” he said. He walked over while the officer got out. He spoke to Jensen for a moment, Jensen’s face a bit blank when he turned around.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your dad had a heart attack in the backseat,” said Jensen quietly. You cocked your head and he shook his. “Your father. In the police cruiser that was taking him for booking. He was just pronounced.”
“He died?”
“He was really overweight and didn’t look to be in the best health. He probably got his heart rate up too high and...the officer said he’d escort us home, stay outside the house for the night, calm our nerves.”
“He’s really dead?” you asked. You looked over at the officer and he came over, giving you a quick smile. “He really died?”
“Yes mam.”
“What...happens now?” you asked.
“We’ll file the report but you don’t necessarily need to press charges anymore. You’re next of kin as far as we’re aware so the body…” he trailed off when he looked at you. “We can talk about this with your lawyer.”
“Thanks,” said Jensen. “We’ll be on the road in a minute.”
The officer climbed back in his cruiser, Jensen leaning against the doorframe. He tucked your hair behind your ear, letting out a deep breath.
“Y/N,” he said. He stroked your cheek, your head turning up. “What is it, honey?”
“I don’t feel bad at all. I’m actually happy. That kinda is freaking me out a little. You shouldn’t be happy someone died.”
“Most people you’re right, you shouldn’t. But there are exceptions. He tormented you. He harassed you. He came after our family. I’m gonna sleep just fine tonight knowing he’s never coming back in our lives.”
“Were you scared of him?” He ducked his head down and you took hold of his hand. “Jensen.”
“Put it this way, I’d protect my family by any means necessary. What scares me was what if I was five minutes later tonight. Ten minutes. My job is to protect you and especially from monsters like that.”
“I’m a big girl Jensen. You don’t have to protect me from anything.”
“Yes I do, just like if it were me in your shoes I know you’d have done the same exact thing. We protect each other. It’s not because I’m the guy or I’m stronger. You’re my family and that’s what we do.”
“Thank you for protecting me and forgiving me for being stupid earlier,” you said. He smiled and nodded.
“You’re my dumbass and I’m yours,” he said. “Want to go home now?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I really do.”
“He’s really gonna spend the night?” you asked half an hour later in bed, Jensen shutting the door after himself. “He knows there’s a cop outside, right?”
“What can I say, Jared...he thinks of you like a little sister,” he said. “I can’t blame him for being protective.”
“I’ll be right back,” you said. You climbed out of bed and went downstairs, the light dim aside from where Jared was reading on the couch, a blanket over his legs. He looked over the top of the book and set it down, sitting up.
“Everything alright?” he asked. You smiled and took a seat on the edge of the couch, pulling him into a hug.
“Thanks for staying,” you said, a pair of large arms wrapped around your back.
“Of course.”
“You do know there’s nobody to bother us now, right?”
“I know. Some peace of mind never hurt anybody though,” he said. “Go on back to your fiance. You guys had a rough night.”
“Yeah,” you said, closing your eyes. “Thanks.”
He kissed your temple and you returned to your room, Jensen pulling you under the covers. You let out a deep breath, turning into his side.
“Here,” he said. He started to take off his bracelet but you shook your head.
“It’s yours, Jensen. I feel safe, I promise.”
“You’re tense still, honey.”
“Still working on that not being so angry at myself thing,” you said. He smiled and kissed you quickly, laying an arm over your waist. “I know what you said but I still want you to be pissed at me for lying.”
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“But-”
“You didn’t hurt me, Y/N and you know what? Sometimes, you’re gonna hurt me and I’m gonna hurt you. We’ll have bad days and get annoyed with one another. I’ll leave dishes in the sink and make a mess of the closet. You’ll chew with your mouth open and never fill up your car with gas until it’s too low. We’re not perfect. But even if we do hurt each other, we forgive each other because that’s what you do. We’re not always gonna like each other and what we do but we’ll always love each other. I don’t want to be mad at you. I want you to feel safe and know that I understand why you did what you did. I do. Please try to let it go, for me.”
“I am trying,” you said quietly. You shut your eyes and turned away, his arm over you pulling you back against his chest. “You’re normal. I can’t just stop hating myself like that.”
“You think I’m normal?” he chuckled. “Me?”
“Did you ever have to punch Dee’s psycho father? Did you ever have to talk about protecting her? Did she ever put your family in danger? Did she ever-”
“Y/N.”
“Go away,” you said, pushing his arm off of you. You moved over farther on your side of the bed, tucking your covers under your chin. The bed shifted and you tried to move again but his arm pulled you straight back to his chest, fingers dipping under your ribcage and holding you in place.
“I might not have had to have done those things for her but I would have. For the record, you didn’t put anyone in danger. That fucking asshole did. It is not your fault he was an evil and vile person. All you did was try to protect us because you were scared and I know, I know you didn’t tell me because you’re so scared of that man and I don’t blame you. He made my skin crawl and I interacted with him for all of five minutes. Get it out of your system however you need to but you are stuck with me forever. There is nothing you could do to make me want you gone so get used to it.”
“You shouldn’t have to deal with this,” you breathed out. You pulled your sheets over your head, taking deep heaving breaths. “You have so much to worry about already. You shouldn’t have to…”
“Did you think I couldn’t handle the news?” he asked. “That your father was so close by?”
“I thought you’d hate me,” you whispered. He tugged down your sheets and you squeezed your eyes shut as he turned you around.
“Look at me.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Now you’re angry.”
“Look at me.” You forced them open, meeting a soft face and sad eyes. “Why would I ever hate you?”
“My shit’s supposed to stay in the past. You don’t…” you said, Jensen furrowing his brow. “See, you’re mad.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Your shit stays in the past.”
“It means you’ve had the world’s worst fucking year and you’re in such a good place now and you need to focus on you and not have my shit come in and fuck that up.”
“Do you think I can’t take care of you?” he asked.
“No of course not.”
“It sounds like you’re saying that you think you can’t have problems cause I can’t handle it.”
“Well at least I got what I wanted with you pissed,” you said, glaring up at him, tears welling in your eyes. You tried to push away but he held his arm around you. “Jensen, let me up.” You pushed again and he glared right back. “Stop it. Let me out of bed.” He only glared and you tore your eyes away from his face.
“Do you think I’m weak?”
“No,” you said, keeping your head low.
“Then why-”
“Because you need a fucking break. I dealt with this shit years and years ago. I understand needing a fucking break and people need to take care of you, help you. You’re a different man than the one I met way back in January. You’re so happy and healthy and you have a different outlook on life again and that’s incredible. I’m so proud of you for that. But you’re just, just out of the woods and I’m not gonna be the one that sends you back in because of my fucking problems.”
“They’re our fucking problems,” he said. “Our problems. There’s no your problems or my problems anymore. It’s us together. Why do you think I’d hate you?”
“Jensen,” you said, pushing on his chest. “Stop.”
“Why?”
“I said stop!”
“Tell me.”
“Because I’m scared,” you said. He let his hold go lax and you sat up, getting out of bed. You walked over to the balcony door and rested your forehead against the cool glass. The bed creaked and you felt his presence behind you.
“You’re scared of me.” You scrunched up your face and nodded. “Why?”
“Because if you realized how fucked up I am, you wouldn’t come near me with a ten foot pole. I’m not supposed to cause you problems. I’m supposed to fix them, be there for you.”
“But I can’t be there for you. You assume I’m just a dick where it’s only me and my shit that we can work on right?” he said.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Relationships go both ways, Y/N. I don’t expect you to take care of me for the rest of my life. You are allowed to need help too.”
“You don’t understand.”
“No, you don’t understand,” he said, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. He was frowning, his voice an octave higher if you didn’t know any better. “Do you honestly think I would have been angry at you if you told me about your father being in town? Do you?”
“I put the kids-”
“For the last time, you didn’t put anyone in danger,” he growled. “What is going on with you?”
“How many times do I have to say it, I’m not supposed to cause any problems!” you said.
“Yes you are! You, me, the kids. We’re all gonna have fucking problems sooner or later. Why do you think I’d hate you for telling me you had a problem, sweetheart?”
You fidgeted with the bottom of your shirt, looking past him.
“Something with your dad, isn’t it. Something got triggered in you after that phone call with the detective, didn’t it.”
“Call Ray. Tell him to come over,” you said quietly. He nodded and grabbed his phone, sending off a quick message before he was guiding you to sit on the bed.
“Honey,” he said when you pulled away from him. “Okay, no touching. Can I get you anything while we wait for Ray?”
“Probably should tell that cop that we’re expecting someone,” you said, rubbing your hands against your thighs. “Fuck, tell Ray it’s the help thing. He’ll understand.”
“Okay,” he said with a nod. You rubbed your legs harder and he stared at you. “Y/N.”
“I’m trying not to have a panic attack,” you grit out. “I haven’t had one since I was eight.”
Your head was turned and you felt his hands on your cheeks, Jensen forcing a smile. You stared for a long beat before you took a breath, his head nodding.
“That feels better,” you said, your hands not rubbing so hard. You heard feet and the door open, glancing behind Jensen to catch Jared in the doorway. You could feel your heart rate pick up, Jared nodding.
“I get panic attacks too,” he said. You nodded and Jensen glanced over his shoulder. “I heard arguing.”
“Can you tell that cop outside Ray is coming by and to let him in?” said Jensen.
“Sure. Who’s Ray?” asked Jared.
“Her mom’s old boyfriend and foster dad. He was her therapist when she was little. Something’s not right,” said Jensen.
“I’ll send him up as soon as he gets here.”
You felt calmer by the time Ray was walking in fifteen minutes later in sweats and not much more.
“Hey kiddo,” said Ray, giving you a quick hug before he squatted down in front of you. “Doing okay?”
You shook your head and shut your eyes, Jensen holding an arm around you. He explained what happened, Ray staying quiet. You eventually opened your eyes to stare at the floor, Ray standing and pulling over the bench from the end of the bed to sit on.
“Y/N do you want Jensen to stay?” he asked. You nodded and he hummed. “Y/N.”
“Yes,” you said dryly. “Can I have some water?”
Jensen got up and retrieved a glass from the bathroom, the pair of them watching you chug half of it down before you sat it on the nightstand.
“Y/N, does Jensen know what triggered you?” he asked.
“Not specifically. Asking for help he figured out but not the reason,” you said, looking away.
“Well on the bright side, you didn’t have a panic attack, you worked through it, you trusted Jensen to help you through it even if he didn’t know why and some of your coping skills helped you out quite a bit. But this is something Jensen needs to know. You’ll need help in a relationship and I know this is the big one but he needs to know so this never happens again,” said Ray.
“What if he thinks I overreacted?” you said.
“I won’t, trust me,” said Jensen. “Secret’s safe with me.”
“Go on, Y/N,” said Ray. You took a deep breath and Jensen held your hand, stroking his thumb over the back.
“So you kinda figured out that me having a problem was the trigger and that I didn’t ask for your help earlier and kinda assumed a bad reaction if I did.”
“Yup and that’s all okay,” he said softly.
“It wasn’t because of you that I assumed you’d have a bad reaction. It was something that happened to me that sort of...default my head to react and anticipate things in a certain way in that particular situation.”
“So if you have a problem and ask for help, you assume the person you’re asking for help from will not take it in a good way?” he asked.
“Yeah, basically. If it’s a really big problem and if I anticipate that the problem would upset the person I’m asking then my head assumes this bad thing will happen. In that case, it assumes the much better option is to not reveal the problem at all and handle it myself because then the bad thing won’t happen,” you said.
“The bad thing. It’s bad isn’t it,” he said. “Really bad.”
“Y/N, remember you can share without the graphics involved,” said Ray. You nodded and leaned your head back.
“When I was six I broke something of my dad’s. A mug. His favorite mug. I picked up the pieces but I knew it was his favorite so I didn’t throw it out. I asked him for help putting it back together,” you said. “The amount of rage he had over a broken mug...I never experienced such a horrible day in all eight years as that one.”
He didn’t say anything and you tucked your feet up, holding one up to him and showing the bottom. He stared at it and cocked his head, narrowing his eyes. It took him a moment but you saw when he noticed the small little scars. His eyes flickered back to yours and you nodded.
“He hurt me badly,” you said. “All day long.” He stared at you and you told him exactly the way the scars came to be, Jensen shuddering and closing his eyes. “It wasn’t a good day.”
“Fuck,” he said, standing up and rubbing his arm. “You were six?”
He shook his head and went to the balcony door, taking a deep breath.
“Jensen. You alright?” asked Ray.
“No,” he said, turning around, looking to you. “That many times?”
“One for every broken piece,” you said. He ran his hands over his face and shut his eyes. “The worst thing was just that it went on all day. It was long enough for me to interpret it as conditioning for a result of an event rather than just a bad memory from everything me and Ray worked out back in the day. It hasn’t been a trigger for me ever really but we knew it could be someday for a big life problem potentially. I’m guessing with it involving my dad, it kinda sent me into overdrive earlier.”
“Jensen,” said Ray, shooting you a quick glance. “Y/N’s okay. I’m actually quite impressed with her behavior. There was no hesitancy or waiver in her voice. I don’t feel as though this will likely be an issue ever again now that it’s out in the open and her father is gone.”
“You’re the closest thing to a father she’s ever had,” said Jensen, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know every horrible thing that’s happened to her and, and you just...all you did was throw him out of the country for fifteen years?”
“First off, the law was different back then and it was a lifetime ban. Second of all, buddy, violence isn’t always the answer to violence,” said Ray, getting to his feet.
“You should have adopted her.”
“She didn’t want me to.”
“You were the damn adult. She was the kid. Act like one,” said Jensen. “I mean fuck, you adopted two other kids only a few years later.”
“If I had adopted her you wouldn’t even know she fucking exists,” shot back Ray. “Her father still would have come back and this would have happened regardless.”
“You should have done what you needed to the second he popped up again when she was a teenager.”
“I did not strike you as a violent man but I do not like it.”
“She was almost assaulted by that man again tonight,” growled Jensen. “He tortured her and tormented her and he got barely any time at all for that. I would have-”
“Why’d you call the police then?” he asked. Jensen swallowed and Ray shrugged. “Why back at the farmhouse did you call the police? You could have killed him, called it self-defense and been done with it. Why?”
Jensen looked down and Ray sighed.
“The price for being a good person is making hard decisions, Jensen. Would I have loved to have rid the world of that son of a bitch the second I learned all about him? Oh you don’t know the half of it. I’m a trauma therapist, Jensen. Mostly for kids and teenagers. Do you know how much fucked up shit I’ve heard in my life? The world has so much ugliness in it. But it’s got good too and that’s why you called the police like you were supposed to and that’s why she loves you. She needs a good man, not a violent one. I’m not saying don’t think about protecting your family. But don’t act on it unless you don’t have a fucking choice, kid. Understand me?”
Jensen nodded and Ray cleared his throat.
“Say it.”
“Yes, sir,” said Jensen quietly.
“Ray, don’t get mad at him. He’s not used to this stuff,” you said. You stood and pulled Jensen back to the bed, Ray crossing his arms and nodding. “If I ever feel this happening again, what should I do?”
“You could work on reconditioning instead,” said Ray. “Work on saying I have a problem to Jensen and ask for help, even if there isn’t a problem. If Jensen responds positively or even neutrally and you two work at it maybe an hour or so a day for the next week or two, I don’t think you’ll ever have to be afraid of that trigger coming back. All of your triggers Y/N have involved your father. I know similarities can set you off but they’re small, manageable. You never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again.”
“I know. I should have trusted my partner to have my back,” you said.
“I don’t blame you. I didn’t before and I definitely don’t now,” said Jensen. Ray smiled and pulled the bench back over to the bed.
“Get some rest you two,” he said.
“Ray?” you said after he gave you a hug. “Why didn’t you adopt me?”
“Honestly?” he asked. You nodded, Jensen preening his ears. “You reminded me so much of your mother and I was devastated when we lost her. I should have been the adult and done what was right but after seeing her in pain for years...I didn’t have it in me to take on a grieving teenager that would have been just as angry back at me. She already was so angry then, I would have put fuel on the flames. I didn’t have it in me to be strong anymore and that’s my mistake for not trying.”
“You can adopt adults,” said Jensen. You both looked at him and he smiled. “Adults can be adopted.”
“Not sure if…” trailed off Ray as you smiled at him. “Y/N, we’ve only just started talking again.”
“Maybe if that keeps going well...maybe things could...work out…” you said. “If you wanted.”
“Yeah, maybe we can do that,” he said with a smile. “It’s getting late. Put her to bed. Don’t be surprised if there’s a nightmare or two tonight.”
“Okay. Thank you,” said Jensen as Ray started to leave.
“Take care of her kid,” he said. Jensen nodded and you lay back in bed, the house growing quiet.
“I’m so sorry,” said Jensen, his head lowering after a few moments. “I should have realized…”
“You did realize,” you said, sitting up. “Even when my head couldn’t come out and say I trust you and I know I’m acting a certain way because of what my dad put me through, you stayed calm and figured it out. You got nothing to be sorry for.”
“I’m sorry he hurt you. I got to pretend to be a cowboy and my dad read me stories when I was six. The worst thing I ever got was a few smacks but I know he regrets doing that,” he said. “Even then it was because I was acting out not…I just don’t understand why he would ever hurt you.”
“I stopped trying to understand him a long time ago,” you said, the door opening. You both turned, Arrow walking in with a pair of wet eyes. “You have a nightmare, sweetie?”
“I went…to the bathroom…” she said when you noticed her holding her wrist. Jensen hopped up and walked over, picking her up gently and setting her beside you. “I fell down off the step stool. It was wet.”
“Tell me what hurts,” he said.
“My hand,” she said.
“Let daddy see,” you said. She moved her hand back and you both saw her wrist was swollen and bruised. Jensen swore under his breath and guided her hand back on it. “Okay, you hold it if it feels better that way, honey. Daddy, I think Arrow should go to urgent care.”
“Arrow, why don’t you go get your dolly and we’ll bring her with us. We might have to wait a minute,” he said. “Be careful okay? I’ll come get you in just a minute.”
“Mommy?” she asked, staring up at you.
“Mommy’s really tired-” said Jensen when you stood up.
“Uncle Jared is staying over though, daddy. Go get your dolly and mommy and daddy will get dressed,” you said. She sniffled but climbed down okay, Jensen sighing when she left the room. “She wants me there and I want to be there. I’m going.”
“Alright but you’re going to try and get some sleep in the waiting room at least, please.”
“No promises.”
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A/N: Read Part 17 here!
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Akrasia.
Happy Birthday To the Golden Maknae.
Here’s a little treat in lieu of Jungkook’s 24th Birthday!!!
Canon Compliant.
Jungkook x OC
Word Count : 10K.
Genre : Mild Angst. ( Happy'Ending) Jungkook X OC
Akrasia (noun)
PHILOSOPHY the state of mind in which someone acts against their better judgement through weakness of will.
Getting involved with someone like Jungkook is a bad idea. Do you even realize who he is? How much he’s worth? He’s easily one of the richest men in the country . He’s loved by everyone.
I wrapped the coat around myself, tighter. Everything that Lee Jiae had said was true. She was a popular idol . Someone who would actually make a good match for the Jeon Jungkook.
But even Jiae balked at the idea of going anywhere near someone like him.
Career suicide, she had said firmly. That would be career suicide, Areum. He has fangirls from all over the world. Billions of them. They will dig so deep into my past, find the most innocent of things and twist and turn it and the next thing I know, I’m being kicked out of my band, out of the company and on the streets. I don’t want that. And neither should you.
I shivered a bit. No, I thought honestly. I didn’t want that either. I was far from successful, just an up and coming soloist , with a very very niche fanbase. I did sell a lot of records and I made enough money to live comfortably but I was not a mainstream celebrity. I didn’t register on people’s radar because I stayed far away from the spotlight.
There was something about social media that made it a terrifying thing to me. It was so abstract and unreal and yet…it seemed almost like a sentient being.
A powerful sentient being that could potentially destroy my whole life.
It scared me.
And while Jungkook and BTS had conquered that particular monster, had leashed and saddled the beast and made it their own personal pet…. I didn’t want anything to do with that.
I don’t want that, I told myself firmly. I really don’t want that. I want to stay this way… make music I love… read the few dozen fan handwritten fan letters I received everyday, make the occasional appearance on a magazine cover and then just quietly retreat into my studio. I want this. And if I go anywhere near Jeon Jungkook, I’ll lose this. I’ll lose all of this.
My phone buzzed and I jumped, glancing around nervously. The late October wind was cold but not biting. Winter would come but not for a while. And yet my skin chilled in apprehension. I always felt guilty, picking up one of his calls in public. It felt like I was being watched, like everyone could hear me, on the phone …Could hear who I was talking to.
“Hello.” I whispered nervously, eyes flitting around to find a secluded spot in the park. It was early in the morning, still an hour away from sunrise and I quickly hopped over a small hedgerow and moved into a wooded area, away from the main path that had the occasional cyclist or jogger.
“You didn’t come.” His voice was honey, the way it dripped into my senses and made my breath catch. And yet it was the undercurrent of disappointment that tugged at my heart. Made guilt churn inside me in rapid little currents.
“Yes. Sorry.” I said quietly, picking my way past a few bushes to a bench a little way into the woods. It was rusty and damp because no one came here , and the darkness was absolute, only faintly broken by the dim glow of the streetlights hundred yards away. I settled into the bench nonetheless.
“Areum…. Don’t do this to me.” Jungkook said brokenly and I exhaled.
“I’m not doing anything. I’m being smart. And you should be too. You’re romanticizing something that was just…it was just a conversation. We had a conversation . That’s all that happened.” I said desperately. It was something I’d told myself over an over, these past few weeks. Weeks of avoiding his texts, of ignoring his calls.
Calls from his hyungdeul.
That had given me a whole heart attack.
“You’re just going to ignore me then? Toss my feelings away like they don’t matter?” He asked quietly and my heart clenched.
“You …” I shook my head.” You need to understand something. I’m not going to do this. I can’t afford to. I told you already Jungkook…we spent one evening talking..that’s it…we’re not dating..we don’t know each other well enough for you to be saying that you have feelings for me-“
“And I told you I don’t fucking care. “ He said sharply. “ One day… One hour…who cares? I believe in soulmates. Call me foolish and dumb but I do and when I saw you I felt that. And I know you felt it too.”
My mind flashed back to that evening. It was a private birthday party for a mutual friend. Barely a dozen of us had attended and Jungkook had been sneaking glances at me all evening, completely oblivious to the ay every woman in the room had their gaze glued on him. The party hadn’t been my thing at all and I’d sneaked away to the private terrace, accessible only through a rickety old fire escape and to my utter shock he had followed me up there.
The stars had been exceptionally bright that night, but with Jungkook sitting on the tiled roof next to me, gazing at me with all that adoration, his doe eyes had seemed to hold more of them than the night sky.
“What do you want, Jungkook?” I asked quietly.
“I want you. I know you want me. We …we understand each other. I want the same things you do. Do you even fucking realize how rare that is? To find someone who shares the same thoughts, the same dreams as you do? Who looks at the world the way you do… I… I am not foolish enough to think that there’s another girl out there who could connect to me the way you do. You call that a conversation…just a conversation…. Did you forget what kind of a conversation it was?”
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Three weeks ago
The party had barely started and I was already itching to run home. There was a particular song lyric , stuck in my head like a loop and I wanted to put it on paper as soon as possible. I had this thing where seeing something on print helped me to elaborate on an idea. Directed my train of thought in that particular direction if you willed.
Mingyu was walking around, talking to his friends and making them laugh with his witty banter but I didn’t miss the way he shot me little glances. I gave him a quick thumbs up though, to let him know I was okay. He was a childhood friend, one of the few people I’d stayed in touch with through the years. And of course, being in the same industry meant a lot of shared interests.
I moved to the side bar with the drinks and appetizers, ordering myself a diet coke before hopping onto one of the stools. I watched the dozen or so people here….His bandmates, some other idols. I recognized Yugyeom from GOT7. They were all dressed in dressy casuals : flashy shirts and tight jeans and racy little dresses and I felt out of place in my long jean skirt and tasseled leather jacket.
Sighing, I turned back to my drink when a commotion near the door made me look up.
I felt my eyes widen when I saw who it was.
The Jeon Jungkook. From BTS.
I stared at him as did pretty much every person in the room. Jungkook was easily one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen in my life, tall and just…big. I stared at the broad shoulders, the huge arms and the taut line of his abdomen, tapering into a narrow waist and long, long legs with muscular thighs. He was wearing a black shirt, unbuttoned all the way to his chest and skinny blue jeans with black boots.
I smiled, genuinely awed. Jungkook looked every bit like the untouchable superstar he was and I considered that the party hadn’t been a waste after all. The chances of me running into someone like that in person were pretty slim.
Almost at once he was surrounded and I watched as his ears turned red, gaze shifting away and an almost soft shyness in the way he bowed politely . A hesitation to be put on the spot but also a need to stay polite , probably. Laughing a bit , I watched him some more and then his gaze lifted to mine. To my surprise, his eyes went wide in what was clearly recognition.
What.
I watched as he quickly bowed and said something to the people around him before picking his way to me. My entire body went taut with surprise.
“Lee Areum ssi…” He stuttered, eyes wide and I could only gape. “ I’m a huge fan.”
I blinked.
What.
What.
“You know who I am?” I asked , mildly horrified and he laughed nervously, shaking his head and rubbing the back of his palm across his nose before laughing a little.
“Your voice is just… something about your songs…they help me sleep when I’m too exhausted to relax.” He said softly and I felt warmth pool inside me.
“Too exhausted too sleep. That doesn’t sounf good...”
Jungkook chuckled.
“Its not. It usually happens when we’re preparing for a comeback. It different with concerts you know…we’re exhausted because we’ve been running around …singing…its all physical…mostly. And that’s easy to brush aside and sleep. But comebacks…there’s that nervousness. The worry that things may not be as good as they were. Constantly having to keep up to standards. “ He shook his head. “ it can get exhausting.”
It was something deep and oddly tragic and I was stunned that he’d shared something so… personal. To a literal stranger. But the urge to soothe..to comfort and reassure him in some way was over powering.
Instinctively, I leaned closer and lightly touched his forearm .
“But you are the standard, now, Jungkook ssi. What BTS has done, others can only dream of reaching. You’ve brought this….utopian idea that you can love yourself just the way you are… and that’s amazing. I understand the need to meet expectation but I think you’ve earned the right to sleep without being burdened by them.”
Jungkook didn’t reply, staring into my eyes and I felt my pulse kick up a notch, my eyes taking in the beautiful features and my throat went dry when his gaze dropped to where my fingers lightly brushed the soft fabric of his shirt sleeve.
“Oppa…Let’s dance.” A shrill voice behind him made us both jump and I quickly pulled my hand away. Panicking, I turned away from him fully, ducking my head so my hair could cover my face. There was a dull roaring in my head, making it hard to hear what he was saying but a second later he moved away from the bar and I exhaled sharply.
Shaking I turned back to my drink.
Another twenty minutes of trying to avoid looking at Jungkook, I gave up. This wasn’t my kind of place at all and after a quick word with Mingyu, I moved to the small balcony in the side, desperate for some fresh air. But the moment I stepped out, my eyes fell on the rickety ladder like stairs, rusty and clearly a death trap. I quickly moved to the ledge and peered up at the roof. It was a little inclined but nothing dangerous. And there was a barricade that would break my fall, just in case I slipped.
Thrilled at the prospect of doing something that was both foolish and fancy free, I quickly, climbed on to the ladder, climbing all the way over to the top and throwing my legs over the iron railing before carefully walking overt to the center of the roof. Grinning to myself, I settled on the slightly damp tiles.
“You’re lucky the ladder didn’t break .” Jungkook’s voice made me yelp and I stared as he quickly jumped over the railing himself, grinning and wiping his hands on his thighs.
“Oh my god, people are going to find us here!” I hissed, terrified and he laughed.
“Don’t worry. I told them I’m going home.”
“You lied?” I shook my head in disbelief and Jungkook hummed.
“Did I?” He pretended to think. “ Doesn’t feel like I did.”
It took me a few seconds for the implication to sink in.
I looked away, blushing a bit.
“Did I come on too strong?” He moved to sit next to me, just a foot away.
I shook my head.
“No. I’m just.. I didn’t expect you to know me. We don’t exactly run in the same circles.”
“There’s a very cliché line in my head about how you’ve been running in circles in my head for a long time but I’ll save that for our first date.” He said with a laugh and I blushed deeper.
“Date?” I shook my head, “ That’s not funny.”
“Good. Because it wasn’t a joke. Let me take you out to dinner sometime.”
I stared at him, trying to look for the punchline because even if he denied it, it was still laughable. The mere idea of it.
“Don’t turn me down Areum ssi.” He said softly and I swallowed.
“I won’t if you take it back.” I said quietly.
He sighed.
“Then…when you sang about wanting to give love a chance…wanting to free fall for once without worrying about the rocks at the bottom of the cliff, wanting to soar into the sky without thinking of the ropes trying to tether you to the ground….were you joking?”
I gaped at him.
“that’s.. those are… Those are lines from before my debut.” I said shakily.
“Like I said… I’ve been a fan for a long time.” Jungkook whispered.
The night was magical. Cool and refreshing and the night sky was resplendent, the lack of clouds offering a stellar view of the stars and yet, I found myself drawn to the galaxies swirling in his doe eyes. The strong nose and the cherry red lips, now being worried between slightly large front teeth as he stared at me with all the nervousness of a young boy.
But he wasn’t a boy. He was a man.
And this wasn’t a love song.
This was real life.
“Free falling is fun when you don’t know what you’re falling into. But when you do know that there’s a lot of pain at the end of the fall, its not something you want to experience.”
“Areum…”
“I’m flattered.” I said quickly. “ Beyond flattered…really. But… I can’t.”
“Okay. But don’t leave. Stay here with me.. for a while. Let’s talk.” He said quickly.
Jungkook was handsome and the night was still young. This maybe the last time I would ever see him and I was honest. It was flattering, receiving attention from someone like that.
I hesitated before sighing and nodding.
“Okay…let’s talk.” I smiled, throwing caution to the winds.
And talk we did. About everything and nothing. As the night grew darker, Jungkook relaxed next to me, laughing as he shared anecdotes about his members, about his family, about his brother. And then naturally about how successful they were these days and Jungkook told me that there was always a downside to fame but he enjoyed the love he received. That he loved his fans for how they treated him and his brothers.
“Fame comes with a price but it’s a small price to pay…being loved for what I do..being accepted the way I am…it feels good.” He said quietly.
“It’s not always that way though.” I pointed out honestly. “ You guys are … I won’t say lucky because you’ve definitely worked hard but you’ve been more fortunate than the rest. Sometimes the spotlight can be a terrifying place to be.”
“you forget that we were once one of the most hated idols in the country..” He laughed. “ Trust me I know.”
“I didn’t know about you guys till you got on the Billboard. And you’re an amazing singer as well.” I said softly.
He grinned , playing with the bracelets on his wrist.
“Thank you.” He said sweetly.
We stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring up at the sky.
“I’ve never been attracted to fame.” I told him honestly.” Of course it holds its charms I suppose but I’ve always preferred the quiet of being obscure, you know. Like this secret that only a few get to learn in their lifetime.” I laughed. “ A hidden treasure maybe? Its why I started a Youtube channel instead of auditioning. Because only people who genuinely liked my music would get more of me. ” I smiled.
Jungkook hummed.
“When you first started singing your own songs on your YouTube channel? It was kind of around the same time we won our first daesang…” He smiled. “ In the MMA.”
“Oh…Really?” I asked surprised. That was nearly five years ago.
“Yeah. And till then..it was just your voice that I got to hear. You talked a bit but mostly it was just you covering someone else’s songs. And well, after we won the daesang I felt …lonely? Kind of? Scared maybe. And then you sang, ‘ White Dove’ a couple of days later and the lyrics…they just resonated with me you know. It made me feel like I knew you… Like you were a friend.”
I swallowed.
“I..thank you.” I whispered quietly, staring at my hands.
“And when you refused to sign with SM or YG. You also refused to monetize your videos on Youtube. You said your voice was your gift and you didn’t want to make money from something you’d received for free yourself. That …I loved that.”
“You’re like that too. You post your covers and songs on soundcloud for free as well.” I said quietly and he smiled.
“Like I said…we have a lot in common.” He smiled.
I smiled, shaking my head.
“I envy you.” He said quietly and I glanced at him.
“Hmm?”
“You’re just… You’re so untouched by all this. By me. It may sound incredibly narcissistic but people swoon when they see me for the first time but…you’re just you…. And that just makes me remember that you’re amazing and beautiful and you have such beautiful mind and you’re just… you’re so far out of my league. You’re so content with what you have and I wish I could be that way….But I …I can’t help but be greedy.”
“Greedy?”
“To do more. To want more. I know I should be happy that I even got to meet you . I feel like I’ve lived a lifetime in these two hours , sitting here talking to you. But I’m still greedy for more.” He stared at me with an intensity that was electric.
“More what?” I laughed.
“More of this. More of you. More of you and me together. More of us.”
“Us?” I laughed, shaking my head. “ There’s no us , Mr. Jungkook . you need to forget about that.”
“ I don’t think I can.” He said suddenly.
I felt the smile fade from my face.
“Jungkook.”
“Your song … Utopia… where you write about your idea of the perfect world. I… I loved it.” He said shakily.
“Jungkook , wait…”
“All of these days, when I listened to your songs, I would make it personal.. It would be about how those words applied to my life but with Utopia… that world you talk about …where you can be yourself, where you can sing whatever you want, be whoever you want…. When I heard that song…it became about you. About us.. I… that world you dream of.. I want to give that to you.”
My jaw dropped and I exhaled in disbelief.
“Do you realize how ridiculous that is? Your fans…our companies… Everyone will lose their minds.” I whispered, horrified.
He nodded.
“I know. I know I shouldn’t ask you this. Because it goes against my better judgement. But I can’t help. I still want to choose this. Choose you. So if there’s a word for that.. That is how I feel.”
“I.. I should go.” I said nervously, making to move but he reached out an gently gripped my wrist.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” He asked quietly and I shook my head.
“No.. I don’t.” I said quietly.
“Good. Because neither do I. But I do believe in people who can understand you better than anyone else can. Just give me a chance. One date.”
I stayed quiet staring at my feet. There was so much to consider but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him and say no. He looked so hopeful.
“I’m busy for a couple of weeks. But there’s a beautiful terrace restaurant in Itaewon that I know. We’ll have complete privacy . I’ll get my chauffeur to pick you up. No one ill know. I just want to spend some time with you over dinner and if you have a good time….. we can meet again.”
And then what?
“I…I’ll try. But I can’t promise anything.“ I said honestly.
“That’s good enough for me. Can I have your number at least?” He asked finally.
I nodded and quietly put it into his phone.
“I’ll make the reservation and send you the details. And Areum?”
I glanced up at him.
“I’ve been free falling since I met you.”
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I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.
“I do.” I said quietly. “ I do remember.”
“I haven’t stopped falling. I keep listening to your songs on loop… Because I can’t bear the thought of being away from you , of not being connected to you in some way…”
“You’re so .. you’re so intense.” I whispered shakily and he laughed.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry. It’s just the way I am… I’m here you know. The restaurant I told you about. And my chauffeur is at your home. But he told me he couldn’t find you. It’s the middle of the night . where are you?”
I sighed.
“In the park opposite my house.”
Jungkook didn’t respond for a second.
“Do you want me to ask him to leave?” He asked quietly.
I took a deep breath.
“ Akrasia. “ I breathed out nervously.
“What…”
“its when someone makes a decision…against their better judgement.” I laughed nervously. “When we had that conversation , you asked me if there was a word for it. For acting against your better judgement. Akrasia is the word you’re looking for .”
He stayed quiet on the other end.
“Okay.” He said finally. “ Well, are you going to be akratic with me?” he said finally.
“Ask your driver to leave for now. And come meet me in my apartment tomorrow. I’ll make you dinner.”
Jungkook didn’t respond.
“That way we’ll have more privacy.” I said softly.
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Dating Jungkook was a lot of pain. Just as I’d anticipated. It was sitting by and watching him work himself down to the bone. It was watching people throw themselves at him and not being able to say a word. To the world he was single. And the number of women who called and hounded him was unnatural.
And he worked so hard that my heart ached for him.
One night, he missed dinner and I couldn’t reach him on the phone. I stayed up , sitting on my bed, waiting.
He came back at exactly at three in the morning. He didn't turn on the light but the moonlight through the window was sufficient to let me know that he looked terrible. i watched him shrug out of his jacket, leaning against the table , long legs crossed and crisp white shirt unbuttoned. He tugged at his tie with a sort of tired , half hearted gesture and i smiled.
i watched him for sometime, seeing him shrug out of his shirt and change into a simple white t shirt. He moved with a sort of graceful strength. Like every single cell of his body had the same confidence that he did.
It was like a dream, i realized as another dull ache of pain twisted my heart. It was like i'd slept and woken up in someone else's dream. A dream where it was okay for me to look at him and feel things for him , without fighting to convince herself that it was dangerous. That it was going to end in heartbreak.
As i watched him prepare for bed, i wondered when I had started falling so hard.
The sound of the door closing, made me look up , shaken out of my thoughts. Jungkook was locking the door behind him.
When he moved to the bed, i decided to let him know that i was awake.
"You're back?" i said softly.
He hesitated, clearly startled , before smiling at me. It was a weak smile, one that practically screamed exhaustion and i sat up straighter, watching as he moved to me side and gently stroked me hair.
"Why aren't you asleep?" He smiled.
"I was waiting for you." i said honestly holding my hand out and he took it, kissing it obediently.
"you'll have to wait longer, I'm afraid. I have a meeting tomorrow morning with PDnim and I still haven't prepped for it. I need to get an hour's sleep and get back to work. " Up close he looked so tired that i felt my heart clench in panic.
"You don't look good." i said, alarmed as i realized that his skin had a distinctively grayish tinge to it.
"Comeback times are always that way. Never good for my health." He said teasingly. He checked his phone messages before turning to me and smiling.
"I see you've been cutting back on the pain killers... are you feeling better than?" He asked. I’d been down with some menstrual cramps earlier and I was touched that he remembered, even in the mess of his schedule.
"I wish you wouldn't change the topic everytime I try to show concern for you." i said , a little bit annoyed. He grinned and touched my cheek with his forefinger.
"Just the fact that you are concerned is enough for me . anything more and I might die of happiness. you don't want that do you?" He winked.
Deciding that it was impossible to talk with the man, i asked him if he wanted something to drink.
He shook his head and climbed in next to me but before laying down, he turned to me.
He hesitated.
"Will you lend me your shoulder for the night?" He said softly , placing his hand there.
i sighed as he leaned against me . His skin felt warm against me, his hair lightly tickling me cheekbones and i threaded me finger through the silky strands.
In just a few seconds, he was fast asleep.
I stayed awake, watching the room grow steadily brighter, the weak winter sun gently finding its way into the room , much like the way the man in my arms was gently finding his way into my heart.
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"We should get a house, don't you think?" i said two months later, sitting up in bed , eating dinner while i watched him work on his files. He'd placed the desk in the far corner of the room, giving me the perfect view. And i was beginning to enjoy it a lot more than the one i could see out the window.
" A house? " Jungkook stopped and looked up. " You want to live with me ? Just the two of us?" He smiled.
Well, when he put it that way. I balked and ducked my head.
"It's too soon isn't it..I'm sorry I don't know why I..."
"What kind of a house would you prefer? Flat? Penthouse? Apartment? Duplex? Tell me....I'll get you the listings and you can pick out the ones you like . When you get better we can go pick one out." He grinned at me and i relaxed against the pillows , while he went back to his files.
"I read something online…” i said casually . He didn't look up, merely humming to acknowledge that he'd heard me.
"Did you date Lee Hyeri ?" i finally said. He stopped and looked at me.
"Yes. Many months ago. I broke up with her because I wasn’t feeling anything serious and I didn’t want to lead her one. She didn’t take it very well. ." He said softly, moving towards the bed and sitting on the edge. As was his habit, he reached for my hand, holding it in his and tracing circles with his thumb.
“She called me.” I said quietly and he stiffened.
“Shit.”
I laughed.
“She wanted to meet me . Wanted to talk about something although I have an idea what. I’m not going to indulge her though.”
“If she calls again, you should tell her that her obsession is bordering on stalking and I’m on the verge of getting a restraining order. She turned up at my studio too. Went on an on about how I broke her heart and cheated on her . ”
i hesitated , looking away from him and smiling.
"I don't know . Should I?" i shook my head. i hesitated, pulling my hand away from him. "What else did she say?" i said suddenly, remembering how angry she had sounded on the phone.
"Nothing, you need to worry about. Are you done with this? Shall I clean it up?" He reached for my dinner tray and i grabbed his wrist.
"where are you going? You should tell me what she said." i protested, but he gently pried my fingers off before dropping a kiss on me forehead .
"And You should tell me when you're going to start staying over at my apartment.. It's going to snow in a few days. Or so they say. I thought you might like to enjoy the first snow with me..." He smiled .
I took the subtle hint to drop the subject.
"You're being too wonderful. It makes my heart ache." i snuggled into my bed and pouted at him. He laughed at that.
"Take rest. I have a meeting right now. I'll be back late so you should sleep."
I watched him leave, feeling oddly bereft. I was growing to love him deeply.
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As with every couple in the world, our fights were often over the silliest things.
"You're still angry." I said casually, watching him work on his documents, the low burning desk light setting his features in sharp relief. He looked at me for a second and shook his head.
"I'm not angry , Areum. I'm busy. There is a difference." He said with a sigh, rubbing the heel of his palm into his eye. I watched the gesture and sat up straighter in bed, leaning over the side to stare at the clock there. It read 1.15 Am.
"It's snowing." I said softly, getting one my knees and peering out the windows. Through the haze of moonlight, I watched the small flakes drift down over the neatly cut hedgerows, making each segment of the garden look like neat cut slices of cake with vanilla cream frosting. I grinned at the little wisps of cotton white snow, clinging to each little branch on the trees and felt my heart swell with joy.
"I suppose you're too busy to make good on your promise." I said naughtily, peering over my shoulder to glance at him.
"Promise?"
"That you'll walk with me , in the first snow." I said, turning around and getting out of bed, slipping my feet into my fur slippers. I watched him fight with himself , the emotions warring across his handsome face and held my breath.
finally he sighed and stood up. I tried to keep the triumphant grin off my face and failed miserably. I felt awful, because deep down I had known that no matter how angry or upset he was, Jungkook would never break a promise. And I'd worded my request that way, just to take advantage of that little chink of honor that he always lived by.
"Alright then. Let's go take a walk in the first snow." He said softly.
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"You love snow."
"How did you know that?" I said surprised, lightly grabbing the low lying branch till it showered both of us with soft white flakes.
"You make these little sounds , everytime you see snow. I've noticed it from the time we met." Jungkook grinned .
I laughed and turned away. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a fairytale, the white landscape making me feel like some exotic Ice Queen. I walked ahead of him, running a few steps till I was about ten feet ahead of him. I turned around, facing him as I walked backwards. He laughed at that.
"Be careful. The snow looks soft but the fall will hurt." He warned me, putting his hands in his pockets and narrowing his shoulders to fight the chill. I smiled and shook my head.
"I want to look at you and make sure that you're not angry with me anymore." I said, enjoying the way he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"I'm not angry. I told you that."
"Yes. You did. But i didn't tell you I'm sorry, did I?" I said softly, stopping in my tracks and watching as he drew closer. Jungkook gave me a curious glance, walking slowly till he was just in front of me.
"I'm sorry I said I'll leave you." I said honestly. He looked surprised but smiled nonetheless.
"Duly noted." He bowed his head, tipping an imaginary hat at me. Smiling, I turned around I ran a few more steps and instinctively knelt on the ground
"Don't ." He said suddenly.
I looked up from where I was gathering a handful of snow. I gave him an innocent smile.
"What?"
"I know what you're thinking. don't do it." He said, taking a step back. I felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through me, realizing that the big bad wolf was actually scared of being hit by a snowball.
"You should know why I like snow so much.." I grinned with mischief and he gave me a look of disbelief.
"I don't think you can hit me. You're forgetting that i'm an expert at taekwondo.”
I held my hand up and threw , cursing when he casually stepped out of the way, laughing at the look on my face.
"You have to concentrate on what you're doing. Anticipate my next move and react accordingly." He advised, bending down to get some snow for himself.
"React to this!!" I grabbed two handfuls of snow and ran straight at him, grinning as I leapt on him.
We landed on the snow, Jungkook on his back and I right on top of him, laughing as I smeared the snow on his face. He spluttered in disbelief and swiftly, threw his weight over, pinning me to the ground and straddling me, fingers swiftly grabbing my wrists and pushing my hands over my head, leaving me vulnerable and helpless, as he shook his head , showering me with ice cold flakes.
I squeaked in surprise and he laughed hard.
Watching him laugh, full and open , I realized that I'd never watched him laugh that way before.
He looked exhilarated.
Yanking my hand out of his grasp, I grabbed his collar, pulling him down for a kiss.
the first touch of his lips to mine, felt like the sweetest, coolest sip of crystal waters after a lifelong thirst .
I sank into the snow, sighing into the sweetness and the gentle pressure of his lips against me, the first touch of his tongue, making heat seep through my body, despite the cold. I curled my fingers into the fur near his neck, smiling into the kiss as he slipped one hand into my hair, gently tilting my head for better access.
He kissed me softly. He kissed me deeply.
He kissed me like that was what he'd been put on the earth to do.
But mostly he kissed me like that was all he wanted .
It was so absurdly romantic that I wanted to laugh .
I could catch whiffs of his scent, even though my eyes were watering and mey nose felt like it was running. Some elusive cologne mixed with the scent of clean male skin . It made me heat up in ways that curled my toes in my fur boots. Each little kiss lasted a little longer than the one before, till I was certain that I was going to melt into the snow. And each little breath felt like a little wisp of my soul leaving my body and mingling with his.
We kissed and kissed and kissed, while the snow fell in white flakes around us .
First Snow. first kiss, I thought happily.
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After our little episode in the garden, I found that I felt something akin to desperation everytime I came in contact with Jungkook.
It's not that I woke up one day and realized that something had changed in the way I watched Jungkook.
. That my eyes lingered, not just on his face but on the curve of his lips, the edge of his jaw, the exposed skin of his neck. My fingers wanted to reach out and grip, not just the strength of his shoulders and the slender digits of his hand but also his lean waist.
I began losing my mind, slowly and painfully. Suffocating when Jungkook got too close , choking when he went away too far.
As they spent time together, Jungkook began touching me.
. Not too often and never in an intrusive way , but every time his fingers traced the back of my palm or brushed back my hair, my throat went dry and my heart stopped pumping blood and I felt like like a fool because I had no idea if Jungkook felt half of what I was feeling.
In fact I was certain that Jungkook didn’t feel anything at all.
What I was feeling was painful and confusing and if Jungkook felt any of it, he would be running as far away from me as possible, not moving closer and closer.
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“Why are you so nervous?” Jungkook laughed and I bit my nails nervously, glancing around the reception hesitantly. The workers were all busy, no one spared us so much as a glance but I couldn’t help but feel terrified.
“It’s only us here? For the whole weekend? No one else?” I asked again for the hundredth time.
Jungkook groaned, shaking his head and ignoring me, holding his hand out for the keys to our cottage. I yelped a bit when he began walking away without waiting for me, running to keep up with his long strides.
“Sorry…I just don’t want you to get in trouble.” I said quietly, slipping my hand into his, linking our fingers together and smiling a little.
He squeezed my hand gently before pulling away to wrap me in a one armed huge, pressing a kiss to my neck.
“I booked the entire resort for the weekend. The staff have all signed a confidentiality agreement. No one is going to know we’re here. You can be as loud as you want.” He whispered and I yelped, hitting his chest,” let me finish….” He laughed. “ When you yell at me. You can be as loud as you want when you yell at me.”
“You’re a terrible person.” I whispered , burying my face into his arm in mortification.
Jungkook merely laughed .
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"You seem tense." He said that evening, as the pair of us sat on the back deck , glasses of bubble tea in hand , watching the waves break out on the rocks. Slow but persistent , gradually breaking the rock's resistance and carving its way into its heart.
"Can we ever …truly be relaxed ?" I asked , a little bit of desperation in my tone. Jungkook didn’t turn to look at me . Instead he took a picture of the rocks and the sea with his phone.
"That's a pretty loaded question. With a lot of answers."
I stared at him, wondering why I was more confused now than before.
"Sometimes I can't understand you at all." I said quietly, shaking my head.
“Do you understand that I love you?” He said softly.
I hesitated before nodding.
“That’s the only thing that matters to me.”
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The boys dropped by for a visit the next day.
I sat down on the open deck, opposite Namjoon for a game of chess. Jungkook slid into the armchair next to me.
"Are you winning?" Jungkook asked quietly and I shot him a glare, which gets a smile in return promptly. It was like he always knew what to say , how to manipulate my thoughts and emotions, how to make me look and feel a certain way , just so he could steal that part of mr away.
How evil.
At first I didn’t notice that he was sitting a bit too close for comfort, because as such, we've lived on top of each other for quite a while now. But after a while I became aware of the warmth of his thigh, solid and strong against my own, evident even through the layers of jean separating them.
I tried to move away, surreptitiously, but Jungkook only moved closer.
"Try this."
His fingers fluttered over my thigh, intentionally or not I would never know, reaching for my queen and I tried not to jump out of my skin, gritting my teeth as my muscles stiffened, my nerves tingling like electric.
I licked my lips and Jungkook’s eyes flickered up at the movement, a gentle smile tugging at his lips and my gut clenched in embarrassment. But the brunette moved even closer, his bare arm now brushing against mine and I had to swallow the desperate urge to get up and just run.
"Well, this is entertaining." Namjoon said suddenly and i looks at my opponent for the first time since Jungkook’s arrival. Namjoon was leaning back in his armchair, amusement shining out of his eyes .
I scrambled in a bid to put space between Jungkook and I and failed miserably.
"He's just helping me with chess." I said desperately.
"Oh, is that what they call it these days?" Namjoon leaned forward looking very intrigued.
Jungkook reached out and clonked him on the head but his eyes were laughing and I wondered how this was going to end. I wanted it. Wanted to take that final step with Jungkook but I was also so , so scared.
Would it change things. For the better? For worse?
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Jungkook, I soon realized, took the way I was shying away from him , as some sort of a twisted challenge to get closer than ever. The more I moved away, the closer Jungkook gets , touching me in gentle intimate little touches and every time he did, a slow simmering fire started at the pit of my stomach, reaching out in gentle upward licks , drying my throat and turning my insides into molten goo.
She's almost tempted to ask Jungkook if he feels the same way but she's saved the trouble later that week.
"I want you."
I froze on the spot, fingers stopping in mid air, inches from picking up a slice of apple, neatly placed on the tray. We were in the dining room, Jungkook sitting with a set of files spread out in front of him and me with a knife and a few uncut apples in a basket.
"You..what?" I squeaked.
" I'm attracted to you and I really want to have sex with you." Jungkook said , almost carefully.
Like he was announcing the weather. Like his words weren’t carefully calculated to turn my world upside down.
"Alright. " I whispered, not even sure what else I could say to that.
I stole a glance at Jungkook who was grinning from ear to ear. I felt blush rushing up my body, the blood flooding my face so quick it made me dizzy..
"Don't .. Don't look at me like that." I whispered, mortified to sound like a sixteen year old girl.
"Do you want me to leave now?" Jungkook reached out , placing a soft hand on my palm and it took all my willpower not to grab Jungkook and hug him. Instead I managed a weak smile. My mind was a few seconds away from collapsing in on itself and I was too stunnedto think straight.
So I answered the question at face value.
"No, I don't want you to leave now. "
"Okay. Go ahead, eat your fruit. It's good for you."
Jungkook smiled again, serene and perfectly at peace with the world.
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At eleven thirty on Saturday night, both Jungkook and I sneaked out of the hotel, arms laden with our picnic basket and coats draped over our shoulders. Once we reached large pond in the outer edge of the property, Jungkook made quick work of the blanket, spreading it out on the artificial lawn that surrounded it.
I settled down on it, reaching out and dipping my legs in the water. It's a bit chilly but only for a second. I wriggled my toes playfully and Jungkook slipped a bit closer to me, letting his foot sink in next to mine.
We played around for a while, splashing water on each other and then I pulled my legs out.
"You okay?" Jungkook asked softly and I turned around to stare at him , a little apprehensive. There are so many things wrong with this , a part of me screams. But there's a part of me that longs, so badly , for this simplicity. Longs and has longed, all my life. Just this, the chance to relax and be myself and play around with water in the moonlight.
"I'm not sure." I admitted, honestly.
"Tell me. " Jungkook said and for once his voice isn't relaxed. Instead it's a bit urgent and anxious.
"We're not... I’m so scared that we'll never make it, you know." I sighed, dipping my legs back into the water, just as Jungkook pulled his out.
"Why? Because of the media ?" There’s a hint of bitterness in his voice and I hated myself for bringing this up. We were supposed to be spending time together, enjoying each other’s company. I wasn’t sup[posed to be ruining the mood like this.
"It's nothing. I just.. I don't want you to get hurt." I said honestly.
"Because of you? Because I'm with you?" Jungkook's voice was lot softer now, the bitterness replaced by concern.
"I.. Yes.. I mean... I'm.."
"You're a gorgeous young woman who is intelligent and charming. Why would I ever give you up?" Jungkook asked, reaching out and wrapping an arm around my shoulder but I couldn’t help but sigh.
"That's.. that's not what everyone else thinks." I reminded him. “ And that not what they’ll say, if you ever tell them the truth about us.”
"No it isn't. And I won't say something stupid like , it doesn't matter what others think. Because it does, I know it does. And it's going to hurt. In fact I think it would hurt you a lot more than it would hurt me. But if I don't... If I don't take a chance with us... that's going to hurt me too. So its a choice. I can either choose to get hurt by people I don't give a damn about , and in return I get... get to be with someone I really...like…..
"Or, I give up the woman I love and get hurt by my own decision. " Jungkook finished.
"We hurt either way." I smiled bitterly, Jungkook's words making a lot of sense.
"Yes. All you need to choose is , what's worth the hurt? Being with me, or society's approval?" Jungkook leaned forward slightly and I blinked.
We stayed that way staring at each other for a second and then he pulled away and sighed deeply.
"I've already chosen, I. I'm not pushing you, but I hope you'll pick me." He said quietly.
I stared into the night, thoughtfully. So easy, I told myself. So easy to turn around right now and kiss Jungkook, tell him that I didn’t deserve so much happiness. That my heart was so light, I wanted to spout wings and fly.
So easy but so frightening.
The wind picked up somewhere and somehow a draught found its way inside and I shivered a little, only to have a warm blanket wrapped around my shoulder. Jungkook snuggled in with me and we huddled together
My thoughts tripped over each other and I wanted to run away but I stayed still, letting the gentle lap of the water against my toe, calm my inner turmoil.
"It's just you and me." Jungkook whispered, " Right now. Just you and me. Let's pretend we're the only ones on the planet."
I turned around to the brunette in surprise but Jungkook's looking out into the water, lit by a full moon from the skylight.
"Just you and me. " He said absently and I nodded, looping my fingers with Jungkook's. We sat in silence, pressed against each other and I waited till the moon slipped behind a cloud before turning around, slightly, and pressing my lips against Jungkook's.
It's soft and very short, over before it even begins and Jungkook smiled into the kiss.
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Jungkook teasingly pushes her back and Areum falls back against the soft mattress, like she's been shoved. She melts into the kiss and then Jungkook’s lips move away, dragging his teeth and tongue over the exposed expanse of her neck, lightly sucking and biting and then soothing with his tongue. Areum gasps and struggles and fights for air, before dragging their lips together again.
Jungkook kisses her until she's splayed flat against the bed, eyes wide and lost and lips parted, blush staining her cheeks and then Jungkook's reaching out to the table and pulling his camera , snapping a picture.
"You're such a weirdo!" Areum laughs , too turned on to be annoyed.
"No, just a man. A man in love." Jungkook leans down, pushing his hips down into hers and she gasps at the friction. They make quick work of their jeans and suddenly its skin on skin and she's not sure if she's doing this right.
"Jungkook.. I..I.."
"Hey, relax. I got you." Jungkook holds her close, just holding her, cradling her almost and the familiar words smooth away her apprehensions and he's moving closer, trying to pull more sounds out of her, his lips tracing the line of her chest, tongue swirling around one nipple before moving down and down, dipping lightly into her belly button.
And then the camera is tossed to the side, Jungkook flipping them over with ease , his lips moving down , tongue dipping into the curve of her waist down and then further down , lightly licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves near her center and Areum's pretty certain she loses her mind at that point.
"You're amazing." He whispers, and she nearly flies off the bed when Jungkook slides a single digit in, slowly , so slowly. She’s wet and ready but her body is still stuck in auto pilot and she wants to close her legs instinctively.
"Relax for me." Jungkook whispers, lips close to her ear, licking and teasing .
"I'll make it good. Just relax for me." Jungkook says again, gently, lapping at her neck and Areum unclenches her thighs letting him work his way in, sighing when the slide becomes a little more easy and a little more familiar.
"So beautiful." Jungkook whispers and Areum laughs, shaking her head.
"It's dark, you can't even see-"
"I can’t see but I can feel you. i can feel you and you’re so fucking gorgeous." He slips another finger in and curls his fingers against the walls of her insides and the gentle press of the pad of his finger is too much and not enough , all at once. Her head falls back into the pillow, all coherency leaving her body in a single whoosh of breath.
"Look at me. Only me." She whispers when Jungkook thrusts into her for the first time and Jungkook nods shakily and he pushes in, leaving her trembling at the ache and the pain and wanting to cry out, but she swallows it all down because she knows it’s going to get better .
"Don't wander off. " Areum whispers, pulling him down for a kiss and Jungkook pushes in deeper, earning a gasp. He wishes he could explain, that he can't ever think of anything but her because she is the perfect dream.
“I love this. I love you. “ she whispered and he had to physically restrain himself from burying himself to the hilt inside her. Her body was still getting used to him. He didn’t want to hurt her but God, she felt so amazing around him. the heat and wetness driving him crazy in a way that couldn’t be explained.
“Hold me tight.”
And she did.
With her arms and her legs and her body and her.....everything.
When she clenched around him, his mind went blissfully blank, her orgasm hitting him like an earth shattering, bone melting , heart stopping explosion of bliss.
He fell against her, careful not to crush her with his weight and rolled to the side gathering her close.
Someday he would hurt her, he was sure of it. He was an idiot after all and he knew he would find a way to muck this up and ruin it for them but for now, he wasn’t going to think about any of that.
For now, he was going to enjoy the intimacy of making love to the woman he loved.
Author’s Note : Hope you guys liked it! it was supposed to be very angsty but its really not lol....
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okay expanded version of 'hypothetical next time on Second Citadel that now lives in my head rent-free’
Mira’s having a Real Tough Time trying to wrangle the un-retired knights, Sir Tristan as Exhibit A. her authority over them is slipping and pretty much the last thread of it is Sir Absolon still backing her up because as far as he’s concerned she is seeing reason and taking an appropriate course of action, and she’s been giving him significantly more clout because she knows that his influence is probably keeping her alive at this point. he’s very much one-of-them but in a conservative with a lowercase c mindset that still involves loyalty to the throne.
Sir Marc is pulled back on duty within the Citadel and may even have a bit of leadership and cred with the other knights at this point because now there’s a whole narrative around framing his attempts to get knighthood as ‘loyalty and dedication’ rather than ‘rampant ableism’. also early on not-sir-Marc spoke pretty good Knightly Bragging and he speaks Straight Guy so they kinda assume he’s like-minded
and now he really needs that assumption because the big-time knights are basically trying to induct him in their little club by playing on making him feel accepted by The Big Boys and making lots of promises because Big Changes are coming.
Sir Marc of Loves-His-Brother-and-Couldn’t-Kill-A-Half-Monster-Kid: ‘haha yeah sounds great guys’ *sweats*
there’s... potential I guess for what Caroline said about how ‘the knights fantasy works poison in the minds of the kindest men i’ve ever met’ but I think that even if he’s started slipping in the past few years, he’s got one or two things going for him: one is that he’s had his fight for recognition thrown back in his face two hundred times over and he knows better than most that these guys are full of shit, and two is that Tal is Immune To Propaganda
so like maybe he has one (1) inclination and then goes to Dampierre about it and Dampierre’s like ‘go ask your brother’ and Tal’s like ‘honestly these guys are kind of awful? and i didn’t want to get in the way of you having other friends but you realize this is why I don’t hang out with them too?’
‘you know what Tal you’re right this is weird and hey you know what else?? they told me not to tell you any of this and i’m pretty sure this is exactly why so thanks and also what the fuck do we do now’
so then Tristan shows up with Damien
and by this point Marc and Tal are just straight up spying on the other knights (Marc has one of Rilla’s recorders so he’s been trying to sneak it into meetings and stuff)
and Damien is wigged out because Rilla’s brother?? is helping these assholes?? and Marc’s like well somebody looks like he’s going to start crying any second, hey Tal don’t look now but I think this Sir Asshole must have threatened Rilla and Scales
and then Tristan catches Tal with the recording device behind a tapestry while he’s threatening Damien, and then he threatens Tal, and Damien’s like ‘oh St. Damien’ only the spirit of Sir Caroline comes to him speaking words of wisdom, ‘you’re at the top of the Tower of Two Thousand Steps you idiot’
Part Two
as it turns out, Sir Tristan was supposed to send the signal for the knights to initiate the coup they were planning. it’s now in some disarray because whoever was watching for it saw a body fall and then Chivalry plunging after it, and also Sir Marc is trying to Don’t Be Suspicious about Snitching. then he hears about the signal and promptly loses his shit because oh god Tal was up there.
he breaks away from the other knights and races to the foot of the tower to check, and there’s Tal and Damien staring awkwardly at the body of Sir Tristan. yayyyy. Tal might be tentatively trying to bond with Chivalry who is beeping disconsolately over Sir Tristan. not the time honey. Marc maybe cries and tries to hug Damien, who is closer than Tal who is crouched on the ground holding a falcon and a dead mouse from Sir Tristan’s pockets. not the time honey. they fill him in on ‘guess who totally threatened Rilla and Scales and also Tal now’. Marc fills them in on ‘guess who was about to signal in an impending coup’
they agree to warn Mira out of what’s left of their professional courtesy. Damien goes because he also wants to tell her about Tristan and the pigeon. Tal and Marc to the stables to get horses and supplies to go on the run. Damien to his deep annoyance has no other choice but to extract Mira from the castle which the remaining knights have successfully overtaken. Sir Absolon actually aids her escape because he was never properly down with high treason
and then they have to go after whatever Sir Tristan’s big mission was. Mira now sitting in the consequences of her actions as the odd one out on this family road trip with where Marc and Damien are now competing for 'who can give the former queen a bigger earful’
*falcon noises, paper rustling*
Rilla v/o:
Dear Rilla,
Damien with me and Tal long story no time -- ARUM! GET IN HERE IT’S ABOUT DAMIEN! -- Killed the guy who threatened you and Scales and made him leave -- that’s... okay, it would have been something like that. Damien says -- too long no time the point is he’s sorry. Unrelatedly (mostly) Knights had a coup, queen deposed, saints above, Mira on the run with us, MIRA ON THE RUN WITH US??? Awkward -- underlined twice. For her anyway. (laughs) I should hope so. Will write again when able be careful knights might be coming not sure who else knows SAinTs aBoVE, mARc
Love,
Not Sir Marc Anymore Now Also of Exile
Looks like that’s everyone in the family now huh
Dampierre says hi
#well now i'm emotionally attached to this version of events#the penumbra podcast#second citadel#i didn't realize how much i missed marc and tal until now#where the romantic communication falters the platonic and familial intercedes#'what radicalization i have my brother and a horse'
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Egg the Cat
Chapter 1
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“Egg! Dinner!”
Steve shook the container of dry food. The sound usually had Egg sprinting into him, yelling loudly through the house for her food.
But she wasn’t coming.
“Eggy!” He shook it again, heading out of the kitchen to see if maybe she couldn’t quite hear it.
But still, no screeching, no pattering of little paws.
“ Egg! ” He was beginning to feel, not good.
She always came. Usually didn’t even let Steve out of her sight.
He put down the container, racing up the stairs.
He tore apart his bed, hoping to find big eyes staring at him, hoping to hear disgruntled mewing.
“Egg, where are you girl?”
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Billy kicked at a rock on the side of the road.
The sun was beginning to set as he meandered down the main street, looking at the pitiful downtown.
They had arrived a few days ago, spending all that time unpacking the moving truck, setting up their little house.
Fuck Hawkins.
He hated being landlocked.
Hated being stuck in a shitty town.
Hated that three days in, three days, and his dad has already taken his keys, has already slammed him against several of the walls in that house, has already kicked him out for the evening.
He kicked the rock as hard as he could down an alleyway.
He was met with a fucking scream.
“Uh, hello?” It sounded like, like a kid was down there.
He was cautious, squinting into the shadowed alley.
There was another shriek, and then yellow eyes peering at him.
“ Oh .”
It was a cat, a tiny little black cat.
It yelled again.
“Loud baby, aren’t ya.” He crouched down, let the cat sniff around him. It had a collar on, and Billy got a look at the name. Egg Harrington.
“Okay, who names a fucking cat Egg .” The cat looked at him. Meowing softly.
He scooped it up, setting back down main street.
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“Egg!”
Steve didn’t give a fuck anymore.
He had his head sticking out his driver’s side window, driving slowly through town with his headlights as bright as possible, yelling her name.
He was far beyond panicked, he had settled nicely in losing his shit.
He needed to find her, needed to find her before someone else-some thing else- found her.
He pulled over abruptly, parking his car. His baseball bat was tucked in his backpack as he set off on foot, armed with two flashlights and lots of batteries.
The sun had set, and Steve was out here, looking for a black cat in the dark.
“Egg! Please just come here. Come home with me, Honey, come on!”
He looked down each alleyway, shouting his head off like a fucking lunatic.
But he had to find her.
He had called Nancy to help him look, nearly in tears over the phone, begging for her to come out with him, only to be met with a flimsy excuse of watching her sister after dinner.
He couldn’t really fault her, as he had to get out and search for his girl.
He slumped against the diner wall, itching for a cigarette. But he had promised Nancy he’d quit, hadn’t had one in months. He settled for coffee, pushing his way into the diner.
The waitress smiled brightly at him. Her name was Sylvia. She’d worked here since Steve was a kid.
“Just you, Hun?”
“Yeah, Sylvia. Thanks.” She led him to a booth, tucked back in the corner.
“Weird to see you here before midnight. You gonna actually get some food tonight?” The all-night diner had been Steve’s go to sanctuary for coffee after a particularly shitty nightmare.
Which meant he was in there a few times a week.
“Probably not. I’m just out looking for-”
His heart fucking stopped.
He heard her.
He heard his Egg.
Her yells were unmistakable, and he whipped around, saw her wriggling and writhing in some guy’s arms. She was looking right at Steve with those big yellow eyes, pupils wide and round.
Steve didn’t even register himself moving, just slid his arms around Egg, and held her close to his chest, burying his face in her fur.
She purred loudly, relaxing immediately against him.
“I take it you’re the fucker that named him Egg .”
Steve blinked slowly, finally registering who he had stolen his cat back from.
“Named her Egg.” The guy just raised one sharp eyebrow.
Yeah, Steve has never seen this guy in his life.
He’d remember if he had.
“Still a dumb name.”
“I was a kid, okay?” The guy just studied him for a bit, before his face cracked, smirk settling on his lips.
“She’s cute.” Steve smiled back, settled himself in the booth opposite. “Loud as all fuck.”
“Yeah, she’s always been a yeller.” Steve leaned over the table, holding out his hand. “I’m Steve Harrington.”
“Billy Hargrove.”
Billy shook his hand.
Steve Harrington.
Billy liked his name.
Well, honestly, he’d probably like any name as long as it was attached to this guy. Billy shook his head.
None of that here.
“Thanks for taking care of her.” Steve was looking down at Egg, scratching between her ears.
She was perched on his lap, looking up at him like he was the whole world.
It was the softest shit Billy had ever seen.
“She’s sweet. Lost her damn mind when she saw you, though.” And then warm brown eyes were back on Billy, and it was genuinely difficult not to cow under them.
“We’re very best friends.” Steve’s smile was sunshine. Just as warm and bright as his stupid fucking eyes. His stupid cheeks had a smattering of moles on them. Billy could see them dotting his neck too.
He wrenched his eyes away from them.
“That’s a little bit lame there, Harrington.” Billy couldn’t bring himself to call him Steve.
He’s not allowed to be on first name basis with this guy.
Steve raised one eyebrow, pursing his perfect pink lips-
Fucking come on, Billy. Don’t look at the fucker’s lips.
“How very rude of you. I’ll inform you, I used to be hot shit at the old high school.”
“You graduated?”
“No, I’m a senior. Just, you know, not hot shit anymore. Cold shit.” Billy barked a laugh, the cat looking wildly at him.
“Fuckin’ cold shit .” He shook his head, fiddling with the laminated menu in front of him. “I’m gonna be a junior. Just like, by the way.”
“You new in town?” Steve smiled brightly at the waitress as she poured him a cup of coffee. Billy wrinkled his nose as he proceeded to dump sugar into it, rounding it off with four creams.
Billy just kept his plain.
“Moved here a few days ago. From California.”
“Jesus, why ?” Egg was currently staring back at Steve, pawing at his stomach.
Billy’s heart nearly fell outta his asshole as Steve lifted up the hem of his sweatshirt, Egg tucking herself close to his body as he pulled it back down.
He had smooth pale skin. Had even more fuckin’ moles, and sweet God, the fucking hair. His happy trail was dark, sinking down into the waistband of his jeans.
Billy’s mouth was dry.
Egg meowed softly from under his sweater.
“My, uh, my dad remarried. He wanted to have a fresh start, or whatever.”
“No, I just mean, why here? This town is a shithole.”
“Yeah, I could see that.” Steve kicked him under the table. Billy ignored the way his stomach flopped.
“Don’t be rude .”
“You just said it was a shithole.”
“I’ve lived here my whole life. I’m allowed to say that.” Steve broke off a small piece of one of Billy’s strips of bacon, holding it down the collar of his sweater.
Egg meowed at him, no doubt taking the bacon.
“Besides, you didn’t answer my question. Why here ?” Billy shrugged.
He doesn’t really think telling Steve the truth would completely fly.
After all, his dad’s a lot smarter than Billy has ever wanted to give him credit for.
“Something about small towns having nice communities.” Steve rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, they’re nice until everyone talks shit behind your back.” He picked off another piece of bacon, dropping it down his sweatshirt as well. His tone had shifted, his body slumping forward a little bit. The cat in his sweatshirt squirmed a little.
“You say that like you know from experience.” Steve shot him a glare.
“Remember how I said I’ve lived here my whole life?” He rolled his coffee mug between his hands.
“That bad, huh?” Steve shrugged.
“Might be better for you.”
“Doubt it.”
Steve’s sweater gave a sharp mreow. He put one hand against her, jostling her like one would a baby.
“I should get her home. She needs dinner.” He pulled out the neck of his sweater, smiling at the cat in there. “Thank you for taking care of her. Scared the shit outta me when I realized she was gone.” Billy’s breath caught in his chest when Steve looked back at him. “Let me pay for your dinner.”
Billy had the no ready on his lips, but Steve was already digging into his wallet, pulling out a crisp twenty, placing it under his mug.
He stood up, holding beneath the lump still in his sweatshirt, cradling Egg close to him as she curled tighter.
“Thanks again. I really woulda lost my shit if anything bad had happened to her.” And he gave Billy another smile, one so sweet and full of fucking sunshine it only made him fucking ache for California.
Billy just nodded at him, pointedly didn’t look at his ass as he walked away.
Because his dad uprooted the whole family to deposit them here. Where Billy would probably be hunted like Frankenstein’s fuckin’ monster by an angry mob of villagers if he let himself look at other boys’ asses as they walked away.
He just finished his food.
Left the bacon Steve had picked pieces off of for last.
#i did it!#egg the cat#here she is#this whole ass fic about a fictional cat of a fictional character thanks#yikes writes#steve harrington#billy hargrove#harringrove#nice
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Like Old Times (Father-Son Bonding AU)
A direct sequel to the “Expiration Date” fic, which I’ll link in a reblog. I’ve also posted all my fics in this AU to AO3!! Thanks again to @thetriggeredhappy for their help and just generally being a cool dude, and the Scoutsune Discord server for indulging my brainrot
No warnings beyond family schmoop!
Less than an hour after the bread monster incident, the Administrator called for a ceasefire. “Only while your base is repaired,” she said over the TV screen. “BLU is quite disappointed in this negligence- as am I. Regardless, you may use these three days as you see fit. Go home, stay here- whatever you do, no more bread monsters.” The screen turned off with a click.
Scout exhaled through his nose. He was thankful there was no mention of him or Miss Pauling’s woodchipper.
Spy decloaked behind him. “Less time than I wanted, but c’est la vie.” Scout looked at him over his shoulder. “I’m meeting with an old contact during our break,” Spy said in Italian. “Would you like to come along? It’ll be like old times.”
Scout’s brow furrowed, but he nodded. At least this way, he’d get out of helping Engie and Heavy with repairs. And possibly meeting Miss Pauling’s woodchipper.
“Excellent. Our flight is at 7 AM tomorrow.”
“We’re flying commercial?” Scout asked, also in (more hesitant) Italian.
“Our destination is continental. We’ll leave the base by 5:30.” Scout groaned as Spy started to leave. But- wait, he hadn’t-
“Oi, where are we going, anyway?” he called back in English.
Spy paused to look at him and smile. “Boston.”
“Why do we always get the ass-crack-of-dawn flights?” Jeremy asked groggily, reclining his seat.
“They are the ones with first-class seats available,” Raphael replied. He took a sip from his mimosa.
“Yeah, cuz God forbid you fly coach for once.” Jeremy shifted, trying to get comfortable. “Hey. Have I ever been to Boston before?”
Raphael didn’t answer immediately. His lip sucked in, as if in thought. “Yes. When you were very, very young. You wouldn’t remember.”
Jeremy nodded. He wanted to ask more, there was something Raphael wasn’t saying but… well, he was never a morning person. He fell asleep before the plane even took off.
. . .
It was mid-afternoon by the time they landed in Boston. Jeremy was never fond of long flights; having his legs cramped like that for extended periods of time was murder. He was half tempted to take a jog around Logan International. Raphael, on the other hand, was ushering them both to the car rental. “Can’t even get a stretch in, huh?”
“Unfortunately, we are expected by 4, and I would hate to keep my contact waiting,” Raphael explained in French, accepting the keys from the girl at the counter. “She’s not a very patient woman, in some regards.”
Jeremy huffed but didn’t argue. He just followed his father to the rental, tossing his suitcase in the backseat. “Y’know, the girl at the counter-”
“We will not have time for you to go out on a date, Jeremy.”
“No! No, it was- her accent’s kinda like mine, it’s weird,” Jeremy said. Raphael started the car. “Cuz I’ve only been here as a baby, and I got mine from TV and shit. It’s just… really strange, is all.”
Raphael made a quiet noise of agreement. “Some of the shows you watched as a child were filmed here. It’s not as complex as you think it is.”
“Yeah, probably not…”
The pair lapsed into silence as Raphael drove. Storefronts and high rises morphed into houses. It had been a while since they were in a residential area. RED, for understandable reasons, kept away from civilians.
Raphael took the roads with practiced experience. Sure, it had been implied he knew the area. If he had a contact here- one with a house, presumably- he must’ve spent time here. But this- this was far too familiar. A bit suspicious, actually.
Eventually, Raphael slowed in front of a more rundown Brownstone. Still quite nice, just needed a little work. It felt… welcoming, in a way Jeremy couldn’t name.
“Lotta cars,” he observed as Raphael parallel parked. “Must be a party going on somewhere.”
“Hmm, perhaps,” Raphael said, turning the car off. “Would you mind ringing the doorbell for me? I need to grab something from the trunk. Ask for Sara Jane.”
OK, now Jeremy knew something was up. He was never the one to make the first contact, that was always Dad’s job. Jeremy might be a full-grown adult, but there were some things that didn’t change. This was one of them.
Still, he nodded. He climbed up the front steps and ringed the doorbell. He heard- multiple voices from inside, predominantly male, but they quickly silenced themselves. A TV, perhaps? They really ought to get that flower box on the second story window fixed-
The woman who opened the door was a bit shorter than him, though not by much. She was wearing a simple dress, hoop earrings, and flats. Her hair was dark, curved to her chin. But her nose and earlobes felt… achingly familiar. Like Jeremy saw them all the time.
“Um, hi, I’m looking for Sara Jane? My name’s-” The rest of his speech was knocked out of him as the woman launched herself at him. Jeremy braced for an attack, but quickly realized she was… hugging him.
She was hugging him, sobbing, and choked out the word “Jeremy.”
Wait. He knew that voice. He had only heard it a few times in his life, few enough he could count them on one hand, but he knew it. “M-Ma?” he whispered.
The woman- Sara Jane- Ma looked up at him, still crying. Her hands found his face as she observed him. “Y-yeah, sweetie, it’s me, it’s-it’s your ma,” she said.
“Ma!” he laughed, tears of his own dancing down his cheeks. He hugged her back, practically lifting her off her feet. “Oh my God, Ma! I-I never thought I’d-”
“Oh Jeremy, sweetie, look how tall you’ve gotten! Last I saw you, you fit in my arms! My baby, my handsome baby,” she spoke over him. She rubbed circles into his back as they embraced. It felt so, so right.
Jeremy laughed even harder. “Are you kiddin’? I got it from you, you’re beautiful, Ma!” He stared at her, trying to commit every mole and wrinkle and perfect flaw to memory. “I can’t believe- oh my God, I’m actually meeting you!”
“It was long overdue,” another voice said, as Raphael joined them on the front stoop. “I had put it off for safety reasons, but considering our current, ah, situation… I felt it was worth the risk.”
Sara Jane squealed, pulling Raphael into the hug as well. “You’ve been taking good care of my boy, you promise me, Raphael?”
“Don’t worry Ma, he’s the best dad I could ask for, considering,” Jeremy teased.
“Oh, don’t I know it. Called me up last night and told me to get the whole motley crew together. Even managed to get Melvin to bring his twin daughters, bless his wife’s heart,” she explained.
Jeremy blinked. “Uh- Melvin? Daughters?”
Sara Jane laughed. It sounded so much like Jeremy’s it practically hurt. This was his mother. Lord, he’s finally seeing her. “Melvin’s your older brother, sweetie. Eh, sixth oldest. Bobby’s the oldest.”
“I have a brother?”
“Oh honey, you’re the youngest of eight,” Sara Jane said plainly.
“...fuck,” Jeremy whispered.
. . .
He didn’t just have seven brothers. He had seven brothers, four of which brought their wives, one who brought his boyfriend, and three who brought their kids. And the kids totaled to an additional six, counting the babies.
It was… an admittedly tight squeeze in the living room.
Sara Jane introduced Jeremy. Jeremy had been expecting to be treated like a stranger. He had vanished when he was a baby, after all, and his younger-older brothers probably wouldn’t remember him at all.
And yet, it was like he knew them all his life.
They teased him and punched him playfully and acted so friendly, so familial it nearly made Jeremy break down. He was still crying from meeting Ma, but being dogpiled with so much affection was suffocating. In a good way. He had seen on sitcoms the intrinsic bond between family, and while he felt it with Dad, they also risked their lives nearly daily. But it was real, it was here, and it was wrapping him in a warm blanket.
Despite the chaos and the sheer number of people, Jeremy didn’t feel overwhelmed. He laughed and played along with their jokes, cracking some back when he could get a word in. Scott ragged on his dog tags, he countered by pointing out the hole in his pants. Michael told him he was still a shortass, he replied with “it takes one to know one.” Elliot and Ricky were the closest to actually getting hurt, and that was only because Jeremy elbowed them both so hard they nearly fell over.
For the first time in 25 years, Jeremy understood what “home” meant.
The kids were especially curious, eager to meet their uncle and step-grandfather. Within seconds, young Rebecca- only four years old- was challenging Jeremy to a race around the house. “I’m the fastest kid in the world,” she bragged, puffing out her chest.
“Oh yeah?” Jeremy asked. “That a fact?”
“You wanna test me? I beat Johnny Three-Legs at running, and he’s got three legs!” Jeremy laughed and stood from the couch, letting her lead him outside. “On the count of three, OK?”
“You’re on, pipsqueak,” Jeremy teased.
“Onetwothree GO!” Rebecca yelled, taking off in a sprint. Jeremy knew that, by all accounts, he should beat her. His legs were longer, she didn’t have the proper running stance, and it was his job to be fast. That’s what he got paid to do. But some small voice was telling him to let her win, so he did. “Ha! I told ya!”
“Ya sure did,” he replied, mock panting. “Look at you, a freaking blur on the green. You’re goin’ to the Olympics, kid.”
Rebecca beamed and hugged his leg. “Promise, Uncle Jeremy?” He nodded because, after that display, there was no way he could speak without squeaking like a chew toy.
Rebecca skipped back inside, past Raphael, who was watching on the stoop. “You’re a natural with children,” he observed. “I used to do the same thing when you were that age.”
“Wait- wait, really? You sure fooled me,” Jeremy said.
Raphael rolled his eyes. “What’s my job again, mon lapin?”
“Yeah, yeah…” Jeremy leaned against the railing, watching Raphael’s cigarette smoke in the wind. “Hey. Uh… thanks for arranging all of this. You really didn’t need to.”
“But I did. I meant it when I said this was overdue. I’ve been wanting to introduce you to the rest of the family for a while, but have been unable. Then that whole ordeal with the supposed tumors, and-” Raphael exhaled slowly. “It wouldn’t have been fair to you if you died without knowing them. I would’ve never forgiven myself.”
Jeremy punched his shoulder lightly. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, pops. It all worked out, we’re still kicking, and that roast chicken Ma’s making smells incredible. Everything’s perfect.”
Raphael finished his cigarette and smiled. “Oui. It is.”
. . .
While Sara Jane had been able to get the rest of the family here, it was a school night. Kids needed to be tucked in by 9:30, so most of Jeremy’s brothers were gone by 8. Elliot was staying overnight, as was his boyfriend. Otherwise, the house quickly went from bustling to barren.
It gave Jeremy a chance to explore his would-be childhood home.
He made his way upstairs, pushing open one of the doors. It led- to little surprise- to a bedroom. It was set up like a nursery, with a crib in one corner and a toddler bed in the other. Toys were scattered about across the floor.
He heard Sara Jane sigh behind him. “This was your room, you know.” Jeremy turned to look at her as she flipped the light switch. “That crib… I had put you to bed the night your father planned to fake his death. I was in on the whole plan, naturally. He wanted to hold you one last time, so I said OK. When I woke up the next morning… you were both gone.” She exhaled slowly, grabbing onto his shoulder. “I wrote both of you off as dead, but I knew what had happened. Honestly, should’ve figured it out before then. You hadn’t woken me up crying,” she joked. Her eyes were watering.
Jeremy hugged her, pulling her close. “You never took the crib down?”
“By the time I was ready, Bobby’s wife was pregnant, so I kept it up for my grandbabies. I knew- I knew you were out there, sweetie. Both of you.” She kissed his cheek, squeezing him.
“I-I never got to be a normal kid, really,” he confessed. “I mean, Dad did his best, gave me comic books and board games and stuff, but-but I never went to school or made friends or anything like that. I-I didn’t even know I had a family. It took me forever to even realize I had a Ma. An-and everything I did-” The tears were flowing again, more freely than earlier. “Ya missed me losing my first tooth, and potty trainin’, and all that stuff parents should know about. I-I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Sara Jane wiped his cheek dry. “Don’t apologize for what your father did, Jeremy. And definitely don’t apologize for me not potty training another kid. Besides… hold on, I’ll be right back.” She made her way down the hallway. Jeremy didn’t follow, instead deciding to examine the crib. This was where he grew up. It was a simple crib, obviously well-used. Not worn-down, mind, just… used. It had a history. A history that Jeremy wanted to decode, but unlike his dad’s ciphers, he didn’t have the key.
“Took me a second to find it,” Sara Jane said. She handed him what appeared to be a scrapbook. “Raphael- he wrote when he can. Taught me some basic codes, would send out letters whenever you’d leave a town. Never left a return address, but…” Jeremy flipped through the pages, moving to sit on the small bed. The letters were all coded but appeared to be about how much Raphael missed Sara Jane. Updates on Jeremy’s growth. Letters from a father to his lover and son’s mother.
One page jumped out to him, though. “I remember this,” he said, running his fingers against the paper. It was a simple drawing of a young boy, holding a catcher’s mitt, and a taller man next to him. “I drew this after Dad took me to my first baseball game, for my eighth birthday. I thought I lost the drawing after we skipped town, but- he sent them to you?”
Sara Jane nodded. “And I kept them all. Oh, honey, the day I first heard your voice on the phone- Mikey can tell you, I damn near fell over. You sounded so happy, and even if I couldn’t see you, that’s all a mother wants.” Jeremy leaned against her and she shut the book. “That’s all a mother wants, sweetie. To see her kids be safe and happy.”
“I am, Ma,” he assured her. “I promise.”
They sat like that for a while, with Sara Jane commenting on various letters and drawings in the scrapbook. Apparently, Raphael sent her money when he could- more frequently now that Mann Co. paid so well. She also had a rough idea of their current occupations. “I figure, if you and your father are working for the same company- with his skills, there’s gotta be a whole lot of nonsense going on out in that desert.” Jeremy laughed at that because she wasn’t wrong. “But I also figure since he raised you right, he’ll keep the both of you safe.”
“I keep him safe too, don’t worry,” Jeremy added. “Uh- listen, it’s touching and all you kept the crib, but I don’t have to sleep in it, right?”
They both had a good chuckle over that. Their laughs were in perfect harmony.
. . .
The next two days were a mix of learning the family history and exploring Boston. It was the offseason, so there weren’t any games going on at Fenway, but Jeremy still got a picture in front of the park. Sara Jane took the pair to a restaurant that served “the best damn clam chowder in the contiguous United States.” Which, incidentally, led them to discover Jeremy was allergic to clams. Thankfully they didn’t have to go to the hospital- he just sort of immediately got sick before it passed- but it did suck.
It was damn good chowder, though.
They went down to the harbor where the Boston Tea Party happened. It was crowded with people, resulting in them not staying long. Jeremy was a bit better with crowds than Raphael, but neither was great with them. Came with the job. Getting overpriced memorabilia from a nearby gift shop, though, went over much more smoothly.
When not out on the town, Sara Jane dug out more scrapbooks and photo albums, catching Raphael up on what his stepsons had been up to. She showed Jeremy pictures from Ricky’s first school play to Scott opening up his butcher shop. Graduation pictures, wedding pictures, baby pictures- it was all there, and Jeremy devoured it. He wanted to know these people. He wanted to know his family.
And he did. He learned about Michael’s stint in the Navy, Melvin meeting his wife, how Bobby’s son could dribble a basketball for twenty minutes straight. He learned about how his parents met. How Raphael loved each of Sara Jane’s children, even if they weren’t biologically his. How Jeremy wasn’t planned- few of the kids were - but they were both so, so happy to realize he was coming.
He also learned that, while diner food would remain the undisputed king, homemade meatloaf came pretty close.
. . .
The only problem came when it was time to leave. It wasn’t that Jeremy didn’t want to return to work, or leave his Ma behind. Sara Jane wasn’t even torn up over losing her son and lover again. It just felt like there was so much left to say, to do. There was uncertainty as to when they’d be able to return.
“We get time off for Smissmas, I know that’s months away but I’ll be here, I promise,” Jeremy swore, hugging Sara Jane for the eighth time.
“You better,” she said, squeezing him tightly. “You have 25 years worth of gifts to catch up on, not to mention birthday gifts-”
“Ma, you don’t have to go that far,” he whined. He was touched, sure, but the thought of that much luggage was truly frightening. Oh God, he was going to have to get gifts for everybody, wasn’t he? What do kids even want for Smissmas?
“Hush, let me spoil my baby,” Sara Jane told him, kissing his cheek. “Oh, Jeremy…”
Jeremy nodded. “I know, but I’ll call. I’ll write, too. Send pictures if I can.”
“I’ll make sure he does,” Raphael assured her. Sara Jane stood to kiss his lips, with Jeremy looking away pointedly. “You have my word, ma petite chou-fleur.”
“Alright, alright- now get going, I don’t want you two missing your flight. That boss of yours sounds like she’ll tear you both a new one if you’re late,” Sara Jane said, shooing them away. “Love you boys!”
“I love you too, Ma!” Jeremy shouted back, for the very first time.
The drive back to the airport was quiet. Jeremy stared out the window, watching his hometown- he had a hometown- pass by. “Hey, dad?” he asked, still looking outside. Raphael grunted to acknowledge he was listening. “One of these days, our contracts with Mann Co. are gonna expire. We’re gonna have to find new jobs.”
“Yes, that’s correct,” Raphael said. He tapped a rhythm against the steering wheel.
“And-and I was thinking when that time comes… maybe we could come back to Boston. Find some gigs out here,” Jeremy suggested.
Raphael sighed. “Unfortunately, being a spy means that you don’t have the option of retiring, Jeremy. Not until you’re unable to complete your job. At that point, though, you’ve probably died a dozen times over,” he explained. “Even if I could retire, settling down somewhere so close to people I care about- I would still have enemies.”
“Right. ‘Course,” Jeremy said. “It’s OK.”
“That being said,” Raphael continued, “you have the luxury of youth and not being tied down to such a career. If you want to find a job in Boston after we finish with RED, there’s nothing stopping you.”
“But people will still be after me, since I’m your son. And you wouldn’t be around.”
“Every child leaves their parents someday. And you’re strong, Jeremy. You can protect yourself and your family.” Raphael smiled. “I don’t believe Sara Jane needs much protecting, but I do worry.”
Jeremy laughed. “I mean, did ya see the muscles on Scott and Michael? Guys can probably bench press a tractor!”
They both chuckled before settling into quietude. Eventually, though, Jeremy had to break the silence. His voice was barely above a whisper. “I love you.”
“I love you too, mon lapin.”
“...so your nickname for Ma is fucking ‘little cauliflower?’ What the hell, Dad?”
#father-son bonding au#Team Fortress 2#team fortress 2 au#tf2#tf2 fanfiction#tf2 scout#tf2 spy#tf2 scout's mom#dad spy#thetriggeredhappy#spy x scout's ma#noodle writes
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Watermelon Sugar (Behind the Scenes)
Word Count: 1.4k
Category: fluff!
Warning: Some strong language & not proof-read. honestly? i never proof-read ok, i’m always too excited
Summary: Shots of long-term girlfriend Y/N in Watermelon Sugar (Behind the Scenes).
Harry could remember when he asked her to be in his music video. He had been nervous, the fact that they both liked their privacy in his mind.
She was a 19 year-old university student when they met. They had taken their time to form a relationship; going on dates whenever neither of them was busy, talking on the phone like high school lovers, and by the 5th month, she had asked him that one question:
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
To the both of them, the setting was perfect. Her eyes were slightly red from crying out of exams’ stress, but Harry had come to the rescue with Chinese takeout and lots of cuddles.
He was sitting beside her on the ground, eating on the coffee table after promising to pretend to be her student so she could explain what she had studied, just to make sure it certainly stuck to her brain. She was studying architecture, and to say Harry was enamored by that would be an understatement.
The moment she asked him that one question, his head snapped to look at her, one noodle dangling from his mouth, eyes wide underneath his eyeglasses that it made her heart swell and giggle.
After containing himself and swallowing, Harry had managed to reply;
“I would love to be your boyfriend.”
And then he was always there. He was there at her graduation, taking numerous pictures of her and being in almost every single family picture of hers. He was there when she was going through a 2-year full-on stress to get her masters, showering her with love and pride until she was officially an architect at the age of 25.
He was there when she got her first full-time job, postponing all his events and work for the day just so he could drive her to and from the office on her first day – he even packed her lunch and slipped in a good luck note.
Harry was there in all the in-betweens and she was, too.
They had shared many milestones together as a couple, too.
When Harry met Y/N in one of his hometown friends’ house party, her hair was long. In fact, he could remember conversing with her about his own hair length which he was letting get longer during that time when he was 19. Reaching the middle of her back, she kept her hair at that very length for a long time, until she decided to suggest something one night after her and Harry had wrestled to eat the last pizza slice while in Jamaica in 2016 as he wrote his album:
“Hey, what do you think about cutting our hair and donating it?”
Harry had cut her hair, and she had cut his. While she gave him a boy-cut, he had cut her hair to shoulder-length, only for her to surprise him the following day by giving herself a matching boy-cut and heavens, he was in love.
Harry was definitely thankful and grateful for having Y/N beside him, and in his life; but he was also thankful for the relationship that grew between her and the fans.
The fans weren’t monsters, most of them could spot a bad person miles away. They disliked problematic people; the ones who were ignorant to world problems and didn’t use their privilege right. But it was when pictures of Harry and Y/N from a time when Harry visited her on campus surfaced on the internet that a whole lot of people grew happy.
How could they not? They could see how happy he was around her – the happiest they had seen him. Pictures of him doubled over as he laughed, her attempting to give him a piggyback ride, Harry at a uni party, drunk, with his arm around her as they both cheered.
From time to time, a picture would surface of the both of them and it would make the internet go crazy.
The fans’ had many favorite pictures of the couple, and right on top, were the ones from her graduation; pictures of Harry beaming at her as he recorded her speech, them posing with her graduation cap on Harry’s head, him carrying her bridal-style as she held one arm out in the air with her cap, a picture of Harry taking a picture of her and her family, everything was too wholesome and raw.
They enjoyed how relatable Y/N was. The tweets she wrote during her exams, how woke she was and how she continued to help people educate themselves on important matters, how she used stan lingo.
Yourtwitterusername: @Harry_Styles release medicine you coward
More often than not, Y/N would retweet memes Harry’s fans would create, and the fans loved that. They loved interacting with her, especially since she treated them as friends and as one of them.
With all that in mind, Harry was giddy and excited to ask Y/N a question one night:
“Baby, honey,” he nuzzled his head in her neck as he climbed on top of her on bed, smiling into her neck when he heard her laugh at his sudden move before she wrapped her arms around him, “D’you think you can be in my music video? Watermelon Sugar?”
It had taken him some convincing to do but they managed to reach an agreement;
“Fine, yes. I’d love to go on a beach with you and slurp and all watermelons.”
To which Harry replied back to with:
“Wanna slurp on one thing.”
The day of filming came, and it was everything Harry had wished for.
His Y/N was in yellow swimwear that consisted of a bikini top and high-waisted bikini bottoms that made her skin pop and glimmer. Face devoid of makeup, just the way she liked to be in at the beach.
The final video had many shots of Harry and Y/N together, making the world go crazy.
In the final music video which was released in May, after Harry’s solo shots, it showed Y/N. Looking straight into the camera, she ran her hands across her body before another shot showed her lips taking a bite of a watermelon, juice going down her lips and down her chin, all the way to the valley between her breasts.
Another shot of Y/N feeding Harry berries as he had his head on her lap, a shot of her caressing his lips, a shot of Harry running with her on his back, a shot of Y/N splashing water and having fun with the other models, a shot of Y/N with Ephrata on her back, both laughing, a shot of Harry’s fingertips, ring-clad fingers showed as he glided his hand across her leg, and the shot that many fans squealed and went crazy over; a shot of Harry’s thumb grazing her bottom lip before they kissed.
But when August came, 1st of, no one was expecting a behind-the-scenes video of the music video they were still trying to get over.
Watermelon Sugar (Behind the Scenes).
The video started with everyone running on the beach, only silhouettes shown. The moment Y/N appeared, everyone couldn’t help but gush over how goofy their idol and his girlfriend were.
A shot of Harry in his yellow shirt and swimming trunks, showing off how he could do push-ups with Y/N lying on his back.
A shot of Harry and Y/N lying on their fronts, propped up on their elbows as they talked before she reached to take his sunglasses off his face and onto hers, Harry’s smile growing wider,
A shot of Harry holding a Super 8 film camera, shooting his girlfriend as she held two small cut watermelon slices over her boobs, tipping her head back.
A shot of Y/N lying on her stomach, Harry lying with his head on her bum.
A shot of Y/N on a model’s shoulder, playing chicken fight with other 2 models from set, trying to push the other model before managing to and raising her arms up with her mouth open, turning to look at Harry.
A shot of Harry with Y/N on his back, spinning her around.
It wasn’t just a video to anyone.
It wasn’t just what was behind the scenes of the official video, it was a window to peak through at Harry and Y/N’s relationship. They could see the support, the love that was within the both of them and how alike they were with how they interacted with everyone else.
What made it all better, was the comments a few models wrote after the release of the bts video on the couple in reply to the fans:
“Yes! Y/N is a sweetheart! Can’t even tell who’s more lucky, harry or Y/N!”
“It honestly all felt like a friends’ gathering, and it’s because Harry and Y/N were making sure it all was fun”
“You should’ve seen the stuff that weren’t included in the video! They’re definitely a dream❤”
Harry and Y/N weren’t a perfect couple, no, far from it but one thing they reminded each other of, all the damn time was:
they were real.
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