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dangerouslcve · 4 years

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Unforgiven - Taron Egerton

Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: There is something so achingly familiar about Taron Egerton. He captures your attention from the moment you see him at Rada, your new acting school. He is the one bright spot in a place where people are constantly judged, the students and staff are rude, and security cameras watch your every move.

Except Taron wants nothing to do with you- he goes out of his way to make that very clear. But you can't ignore nor shake the feeling that you know him. You were being drawn to like a moth to a flame. You need to find out what Taron is so desperate to hide, even if it shatters you...

Read previous chapters on Wattpad @ kayegerton

Disclaimer: I do not know what college is like.. Yet. But I did some intense googling. This story is for entertainment purposes only, it is considered an AU. With that being said, hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter Four - Brief Touch

Walking down the long hallway with your duffel bag strap resting on your shoulder, you make your way to your room counting the money in your hand under your breath before shoving it into your back pocket. You were surprised to see so many closed doors as you passed, at your old college so many kids always had doors open for anyone to come in and join the party they were throwing. You, Allie, and Richard had only ever been to a couple of those parties and they consisted of loud music and lip locked couples so eventually you three just left and went back to Richards room and hung out with each other. But here at Rada most of the students stayed to themselves or just socialized behind closed doors. Speaking of these closed doors, they were truly a sight to be seen. Kids at Rada were ingenious when it came to decorating their personal spaces. You had already walked by a door with louis vuitton and armani tags on it to show off their money, and another with a sign that encouraged you to 'move the fuck on' when you passed it on the way to your room.

You came to a stop at a blank wooden door, some doors were not decorated meaning the kids who lived nearby are at home at the moment with their family, which made you insanely jealous. Room 123B the door read. Home bitter home. You take the key out of your pocket sighing before unlocking the door and opening the door to your home for the next couple of months.

It wasn't that terrible, the peach colored walls greeted you along with a wooden twin size bed that sat on the side of the room against the wall, across from the bed was a black desk and a leather chair to do work and practice lines. The saddest looking thing in the moonlight lit room was her reflection, your frizzy hair and pale face. You looked like you had just gotten out of the hospital for your accident again. If you thought hard enough you could still hear the beeping machine that monitored your heart making sure you would never flat line during your time in the hospital. Your eyes were flecked with stress, you were shivering. Alone. Truly alone. Your afternoon classes and theater had been no better than your morning classes due to your biggest fear you had since the time in the cafeteria, everyone was calling you the immature name of meatloaf. The nicknamed seemed like it was going to stick.

You needed to unpack, to make this plain generic dorm into your own little home. A place where you can come to escape from the outside world to feel okay but you only got as far as to unzipping the black duffel bag before you collapsed onto the bed in defeat. You felt so far away from home and from your friends, it was a seven hour drive from London to Glasgow so going home was not an option for you but even if you did want to go home you couldn't because your parents would be disappointed in you. Again. But it might as well be twenty two years the way you felt right now.

For the first half of the drive you were being lectured for being upset about leaving your friends by your father dean, on the other hand your mother Sophia had remained silent looking out the window as you left Scotland. The winter months were approaching rapidly- September was always a time that flew by but December was always a time you dreaded most because you always got this gut feeling on Christmas that something horrible was going to happen but you could never explain it and if you did explain it your parents would become angry and change the subject. You yourself were 99% sure you were insane at some point but kept it to yourself because they already thought you were an odd child for not getting most of your memory back. You sigh, even though it wasn't your fault. You did miss your parents but you weren't close to them how they say you used to be. You missed your bedroom which had the perfect view of neatly manicured backyard. You missed Richard and Allie who had most likely sent you twenty never to be seen messages already. You missed all the memories you made in your childhood and late years of being a teen. Well, you didn't really miss because you couldn't remember its the feeling of never going to fully understand what your childhood was like, if you ever met someone who took your breath away when you were in your teens...If you have even ever been kissed. Ever been in love?

You roll over burying your face in the pillow. You had spent months after leaving the hospital mourning the loss of your memories. Your parents tried everything in their power to trigger memories but only some returned the rest laid deeply buried in your mind never to be remembered and now... lying in the room of your new college with the semi soft mattress beneath you, you felt the selfish futility of it all come crashing into you. You don't know your parents any more than you know well...Allie and Richard.

A knock on your door made you sit up a little to quickly causing your head to spin. You hold your head looking at the blank closed door with a raised eyebrow, the only person who could possibly know your room number is a teacher or Emily, what would they even be bothering doing here? You tip toe to the door and pull it open peaking outside to see who knocked but there was no sign that anyone was here. On the wall beside your door on the board was a paper tacked into the wooden board that had a single arrow pointing up.

Azalea had invited you to hang out tonight but that was before the fight in the cafeteria with Charlotte. Looking at the stairs you pondered whether to follow the cryptic arrow to the second floor. You glanced back at the duffel bag laying on the bed unzipped and open ready to be unpacked, you shrug pulling the door to your room shut, stuffing the key in your pocket and make your way to and up the stairs.

You stopped in front of a door- after following the arrows- that had an Queen poster covering the upper half of the door and under it was a dodgers stadium picture that was signed by the legend himself Elton John, whoever was behind this door was very lucky. Looking at the corkboard you realized you were standing in front of Roland Shaw's room, almost immediately and annoyingly you starting thinking of the odds that Roland was with Taron at this exact moment, only a small door separated the two of them from you. A mechanical zooming in noise above Roland's door made you jump, looking up you see a security camera zooming in on you making your shrink away embarrassed and slightly scared for reasons the camera would never know. You had came to see Azalea and ended up at Roland's door thinking about Taron again and it just so happened to be that Azalea was right across the hall from Roland. You felt a stab of nostalgia when you looked at her door, so many stickers and posters about things in America, you could tell she missed home more than ever which made you miss everything about Scotland. You could have stood there for hours reading everything on her door but you felt odd standing in front of a room you were only half certain you were invited to until you saw the note on the board beside her door you pull it down from the board and open it to see what it had to say.

My darling Y/n,

If you actually showed up tonight, props! we will get along great.

If you did in fact bail on me, then get your hands off my private note ROLAND! God. How many times do I have to tell you?

Anyways, I knowww I said swing by tonight but I had to dash to biology earlier after getting assigned probation to catch up on some things. Which is to say, Rain check :) !

Your crackhead, A.

You stood with the note in your hand unsure what to do next. You were glad she was okay since the events after the cafeteria but you would have loved to see the girl in person to hear the nonchalance in her voice to truly know she was okay after the somewhat snappy note you had just read. A sudden panic filled you when you realized you were out of your room past dark.

A door suddenly creaked open and light flooded the hallway, you heard music coming from inside the room.

"What are you doing?" Roland asks leaning up against his door frame in a white shirt and ripped jeans as he holds a paper in his hands raising an eyebrow at you.

"I came to see Azalea." you say looking at him trying your best not to look past him to see if anyone else was with him. Anyone as in, Taron. "We were supposed to-"

"No ones home." he deadpans, you didn't know if he meant Azalea or the rest of the kids on this floor. He played with the paper in his hands keeping his eyes on you the whole time. Then he held the door open a little wider with a raised eyebrow, you couldn't tell whether or not he was inviting you inside or letting you know no one else was with him.

"Well, I was just off to swing to the library there is a book I need for my morning class with Bliss." you lie quickly turning back the way you came wanting to escape his intense gaze.

"Y/n," Roland calls out to you.

You turn around. You hadn't even officially met him yet which means someone told him your name, he flashes you a smile for the first time since you came here using the paper in his hand pointing the other direction. "Library is that way." he says before crossing his arms over his chest a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Be sure to check out the special collection area, they are really neat. You will recognize one of them."

"Thanks." you say feeling grateful as you change your course heading the opposite direction of where you came from. He seemed so normal when he waved smiling from ear at ear as you left. Maybe he only made you nervous earlier because you thought of him as Taron's friend. For all you knew, Roland could be a really nice person. Things were looking up, the non awkward encounter with Roland and you did want to check out the library to see if it was any different from the library at the conservatoire.

You push the doors open to the library stepping inside, a warm feeling came over you when you enter the library, you had always love the smell of libraries but this smelled like home. A fall scented candle filled the low lit library, the soft sounds of the turning pages of books as other students sat at round tables reading or having hushed conversations. The walls were a deep mahogany, the ceiling high with wooden beams spaced neatly. A few students were at the computers studying none that you knew by name, but even the rich kids looked less like bitches with their heads buried in books. A librarian sat behind her desk flipping through papers, her glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose as he lips turned up into a faint smile. She was old but the only youthful thing on her was her red hair tied up in a high bun on top of her head. Her head immediately popped up as you neared the desk.

"Hello!" She greets excitedly, smiling at you. An actual real smile. A closer look at her features and you see she looked both old and young and her hair had silver streaks in it, her nose slightly pointed as her big brown eyes shined in the light. She was absolutely stunning, dressed in the most elegant long sleeve dress as she stands her pale frail hands pushing the sleeves on her dress up exposing a golden bracelet. "What can I help you with?" she questions and you felt instantly at ease with the woman. You glance at the name tag on your desk, Mary Ellison. You did wish you had a specific request for the kind lady in front of you. She had been the first authoritative figure in this school that you would have seeked out for help but here you were wondering around... until she remembered what Roland had said.

"I'm new here," you begin to explain "Y/n L/n. Could you please tell me where the east wing is?"

The woman gave you a warm smile, the type of smile from a stranger that reminded you of home.

"Right that way," she said pointing toward a great bay window on the other side of the room. "I am Miss Mary, and if my schedule is correct..." she trails of flipping through pages in a very large book. "I have you in my theater classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Oh, we are going to have some fun!" she winks looking up at you. "In the meantime if you need anything. I'm here, I work as the schools librarian and theater arts teacher," she explains and you nod. That makes much more sense. "It's a pleasure to meet you Y/n."

You smiled and thanked her and told her quietly you would see her in class tomorrow before you make your way to the bay window on the other side of the room. You had just passed the main study and was passing through the tall elegant book stacks when you feel a stabbing pain in your head and your stomach sinks, you feel like your nearing something. Like a memory floating around in your head. You were nearing the past. That's when you feel flushed, it was warm in the library but not that warm. Your eyes land on him. On Taron. He was facing the window, his back was to you as he leaned over a podium that said SPECIAL COLLECTIONS in big gold letters. The sleeves on his leather jack were pushed up around his elbow, his golden brown hair glowed under the soft lights, and his shoulders were hunched over and yet again you had the instinct to fold yourself into his arms. You shook your head rolling your eyes becoming aggravated as she stood on her tip toes getting a closer look. His hand tightened on the podium as he drew. She couldn't go to him and ask what he was drawing like a normal person, your only communication with him was a couple of dirty looks and being flipped off. Yet for some strange reason you had to know what he was drawing in the sketchpad.

Then it hit you, the dream you had the night before. The briefest flash of it came back to you all of a sudden. In the dream, it had been late at night - cold, snowing, and you had been in a house full of people dressed in something short but it kept you warm. In the dream you had been looking for a boy, you never got to see his face only his back as he sat by a counter laughing as he talked with a taller guy with curly hair. You watched him talking with the man and before the dream ended he turned around.

You jerked forward feeling a pinch but see nothing, but you realize you are standing next to Taron. The pounding of your heart grows so loud that it fills your ears when you look around frantically to find what had just pinched you. Taron glanced up from his work and seemed to raise his eyes to where exactly the moon sat in the sky before his gaze settled calmly outside the window. You were close enough to him now that you were most certain he felt your presence near because his grip tightened on the podium.

"What are you doing over here?" he asked closing his sketchbook and was looking at her solemnly. His full lips were set in a full line and his hazel eyes looked dull. He didn't look angry for a change he looked exhausted.

"I came to check out a book from special collections," you say your voice wobbling but as soon as you looked around you regretted what you just said. There was no books in sight, it was full of Greek looking art and some random arts from students from over the years. You and Taron were standing in an art gallery, which is why he came to this place to draw.

"Good luck with that." Taron said turning away from you opening his sketchpad again as if to say goodbye. You were tongue tied and embarrassed to have trusted Roland - a stranger - to not lead you to the wrong area. It was as if everyone was trying to push you to him, like they all knew something you didn't. There was something about Taron that made her feel safe and protected from the world, you felt better around him than you have with anyone else in your life. You were stuck, rooted to the spot where you stand. Taron glanced up at you and sighed

"Let me ask you something," his voice had an edge to it "Do you like being snuck up on?"

You thought back to the time when Richard snuck up on in your dorm. You shake your head roughly.

"Okay, that makes two of us." he cleared his throat and stared at you, driving home the point that you were an intruder. Maybe you could make up an excuse that you were lightheaded and needed to sit down.

"Look can I-"

But Taron closed his sketchpad with a loud snap and got to his feet. "I came her to get away." he says cutting you off sending you a glare. "If you are not going to leave I will." he shoves his sketchpad into his bag. When he pushed past you, his shoulders brushed your. Even as brief as the touch was, even through the layers of clothing you felt a shock of static. For a long second Taron stood still as well, you both turned your heads to look at each other, you opened your mouth but before you could speak Taron had turned on his heel walking quickly towards the door. You watch him leave as you rest your hand on your shoulder before you rest your gaze out the window letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

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atiny-piratequeen · 4 years

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Amber Romance

Pairing: Femdom Reader x Yeosang

Genre: Smut, Pwp, Fluff

WC: 6.4k+

Tags: Smut, Established Relationship, Gentle Femdom, Scent Kink, Masturbation (Male Receiving), Pegging, Fingering (Male Receiving), Riding (Female Receiving), Slight Overstimulation

Summary: Yeosang is worried about you missing his last Wonderland performance with the team, so you give him your sweater so he won't be sad while you're away.It's laced with the scent of you and Yeosang finds himself in a rather...interesting predicament when he notices how he starts associating your scent with all of your more...heated nights together

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“You’re not gonna miss our last performance, right?” Yeosang inquired hesitantly, frowning as he watched you pack a sizeable suitcase into your car. Mingi was beside you, looking guilty as he looked between you both.

“Are you sure this is alright, Y/n? I can always ask manager-nim to drive me to Incheon-”

You held up your finger, gently quieting the red headed idol as you sent Yeosang a kind and understanding look.

“Mingi and I are just going to check up with the doctors, run some tests, and let him see his family while he’s there. You boys are busy with promotions, so I’m not gonna bother your manager when he’s already so busy. Besides, I’m kinda his underling, so it looks good if I can do this when he needs someone to take care of Mingi. I promise we’ll be back for your performance, Yeosangie.” You soften your voice, cupping his cheek to kiss him lighty.

Yeosang hummed against your lips, nodding after the two of you broke apart. Yunho clapped him on the shoulder as the others filed out of the dorms to give both you and Mingi hugs, waving goodbye to the both of you.

“Ah, Yeosang here-” You reached into your car’s back seat, passing him your favorite sweater. It was an overgrown one, so it could easily fit him. Yeosang blinked in confusion as you pushed the cotton sweater into his hands.

“Just wear that while I’m gone and think of me! I’ll be back before you know it~” You chirp, kissing him one more time before hurrying to your car, waving to the remaining seven boys one last time before you pulled off.

Yeosang’s hand fell after you were out of sight as he looked down at the sweater. A small smile graced his lips as he hugged it to himself, turning to head back inside with the other boys.

-2 Days Later-

Yeosang unpacked quickly once he was in his room. Today, he was the one that won the rock, paper, scissors for the solo room, so he had it all to himself as he plopped down heavily on his bed in your sweater. He buried his nose in the neck of the overgrown sweater, smiling sleepily as the scent of you filled his nose. Yeosang had gotten so used to this smell in your months of dating and now the scent of your perfume-something he was sure you’d always gotten from Victoria’s Secret, if his memory served right-was something that always flooded his mind with the memories you’d made together.

The nights you spent on those long drives home from the company, with you seated in his lap, your head tucked under his chin.

The days he put his head in your lap, humming as the sun's rays warmed his face as you comb your fingers through his hair.

The times you intimately pulled him aside after practice, pulling him into a closet to exchange sloppy, hasty kisses. The way you palmed him through his sweatpants, smiling against his neck as you stroked him to completion, promising much more later.

Yeosang cracked his eyes open, he hadn't realized he closed them, but he felt heat bloom in the pit of his stomach the more he inhaled your perfume through the soft material.

"Ah, Yeosangie~ We're alone now. Shall we play a bit?"

His breath hitched as he palmed himself, a soft sound between a moan and a whine leaving his lips as he felt his cock, stiff and begging for attention. Your voice filled his head as his mind began to wander more.

One hand dipped into his boxers, stroking his cock to full hardness as you rolled your thumb over his head lazily. The other trailed up your sweater on him, exposing his chest as you leaned down to lick and suck at one of his nipples.

"N-noona…" he whimpered, arching his back as he pinched and rolled the nub until it was tender and puffy.

"Yes baby? What do you want?"

He whines, wishing he could hold onto you, his voice shaking as he squeezed his eyes shut, fearing he'd lose the vision of you if he opened them. His hand worked faster, louder moans echoing in the room.

"T-touch me more, Noona...I miss you, I want you, a-ahh ~" He thrusted into his hand, trembling as he breathed in deeply between moans, the warm scent flooding his senses.

"My sweet baby boy~ Does it feel good, playing with yourself in your Noona's sweater? Such a pretty picture. Let's play some more, Sangie~"

Yeosang brought a trembling hand up to his mouth, sucking at his long fingers as he slowed his pace, goosebumps rising on his skin as he thought of the other times your scent flooded his mind.

Your legs tightly clamped around his waist, his face buried in between your breasts as your nails ran down his back.

His face buried in your pillow, clawing weakly at the sheets below as you held his hips, your soft chest against his back as you trusted into him, the slicked up toy sliding in and out of him effortlessly.

God, he wanted it. He missed you, he needed you bad.

"Go ahead, baby. Get that sweet little hole prepped for me. I'll take good care of you when I get back."

Yeosang brought his spit slick fingers down between his legs, pausing in stroking his own cock long enough to toss the boxers away completely, spreading his legs as he pushed one digit into himself, moaning against your sweater.

"Good boy, Yeosang. Always such a good boy. Moan louder for me, let me know it feels good."

"Y/n-" he whined your name breathlessly, his voice unstable as his strokes lost their rhythm. He was desperate, sliding the second and third in, a groan rolling past his lips as he stretched himself.

Idly, he wondered why he didn't just bring a toy with him to the hotel. Usually he did just incase-

Just in case he had the urge to be good for you. His heart always stuttered at the pleased look on your face whenever he presented one of the toys to you, like a puppy eager and desperate to play.

God, he missed you.

"N-noona, I can't- I-" he spread his legs wider, his thighs starting to tremble. He wanted to feel more, your hands on him, caressing and stroking whatever you could, your lips against his ear, purring praise and sweet nothings to him, the feeling of one of your strapons filling him up in just the right way-

And the near maddening scent of sex, sweat, and your perfume making him slip away, giving you complete control.

"Ah~ Go ahead, cum for Noona. Let me see how pretty my baby boy looks."

Yeosang let out a strangled gasp, curling his fingers slightly. Stars exploded behind his lids as he came against his fist, your name tumbling out of his mouth as the feeling of his orgasm washed over him.

He blushed, looking down hastily to see if any of it landed on your sweater. A pleased sound left his lips when he saw he was in the clear, biting his lip as he looked at his own cum covered fist.

The brunette grabbed his phone, opening the kakaotalk chat between you two shakily. He made sure the camera was facing him before pressing record, running his tongue over his hand, his cheeks flushed as he looked into the phone camera.

"Noona, I miss you. Make sure you come back soon, okay?" He pouted, knowing full well what kind of response he’d get once he hit send.

His phone lit up ten minutes after he had cleaned up and settled back into bed, still snug in your sweater as he unlocked it.

‘Is that what you’re up to when I’m away, baby? Don’t worry, I’ll be there tomorrow and you can show me up close how much you miss me, hm?’

Yeosang bit his lip, feeling his heart skip a beat. Would you really make it to the performance in time tomorrow? The phone light illuminated his flushed cheeks as his thumbs flew over the screen.

‘I hope so, Noona. I’m looking forward to it.’

With that, he locked his phone and gently set it aside, curling up slightly as he felt exhaustion and fatigue take him. He drifted off, breathing in the comforting scent of your perfume as sleep pulled him under.

-xoxo-

“Okay, this is the last performance of our promoting, boys. I’m proud of everyone. Mingi and Y/n said they would do their best to beat the traffic and get here but Y/n isn’t answering her phone so I don’t know if they’ll be able to make it.” Hongjoong briefed everyone once they had gotten situated in their uniforms and had their makeup and hair done.

Yeosang tried to hide the small bite of disappointment that flickered in his eyes when he heard the news.

It’s alright. They’re coming. Even if they don’t see them perform, they’d all be able to go home together.

Wooyoung, sensing his friend’s distress, wrapped an arm around his shoulder, smiling at him.

“Hey, don’t frown like that. Y/n can’t enjoy us performing if you’re all pouty and sad, right? Just believe she’ll be here and it’ll happen!” He beamed. Yeosang looked at him, blinking once, twice, before a small smile graced his own face.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.”

They filtered out of the dressing room, shuffling into position with their background dancers as their waited for the music queue.

Yeosang felt his heart hammer as they started, snapping his head up. He did his best not to make it obvious as he scanned the crowd, and really he tried his best not to break character and smile wide when he saw Mingi in the front row, glasses perched on his nose and a hat on his head to hide his hair. Nobody seemed to notice him and Yeosang thought idly about whether or not he was surrounded by other staff members.

His heart nearly stopped as he drifted his gaze down from his friend, finding you staring at him with your arms crossed, watching his every move. There was a fond smile on your face, but the look in your eyes nearly made him stumble.

Pure desire.

He held your gaze for longer than intended, grateful for muscle memory as it took him across the floor, effortlessly keeping up with the boys and the performance despite the growing pit in his stomach at the way you tilted your jaw up, licking your lips slowly as the final part of the performance electrified the venue.

Wonderland ended, and Yeosang felt slightly more out of breath than usual, though he knew it wasn’t from dancing as he watched your eyes run up the length of his body-lingering a bit longer on his pelvic region-before landing on his face. You clapped calmly from beside an excited Mingi, blowing Yeosang a kiss and a wave as the two of them were subtly ushered away by staff as Ateez made their way off of the stage.

As the seven boys entered the dressing room, they were all engulfed by Mingi’s arms as he excitedly ran up to them, cheering and congratulating them for doing so well.

“Ah, but it’s not the same without you-”

“Don’t worry. We’re back early because Mingi’s been cleared. You all can rest up now, then we start practicing for your Mama stage.” You inform them politely, reminding them of your presence. They all break up, bouncing eagerly as they all began talking at the same time about everything from Mingi and Jongho’s steady and healthy recoveries, to their future Mama stage.

Yeosang couldn’t focus on any of it, though. He stood rooted in his spot as he watched you. A small smile came to your face and you tilted your head, opening your arms and laughing as he immediately crossed the distance, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you happily.

“I’ve been gone for just a few days, Yeo-ya!” You giggle against his lips, but the way he nuzzled your was a silent way of him telling you that even those days apart left him missing you dearly. Your heart fluttered for a moment, sending him a playful smirk as he finally set you down after the boys began teasing the two of you, making kissing noises from behind you.

“You should’ve heard him, Y/n. He’s like a little puppy when you’re gone.” Seonghwa teased from across the room as a stylist took off his hair extension. Yeosang went red, hiding his face as you looked up at him, a knowing smile on your face.

“Yeah! He wouldn’t take your sweater off, either. I think he might end up taking it. Isn’t it usually the girlfriend that does that sort of thing? Does that make it a girlfriend sweater?” Yunho inquired, putting a finger to his chin as he tilted his head. Yeosang made a sound of protest, darting over to one of the seats so he could be helped out of his uniform carefully by one of the stylists. You watched his every move, noticing the bag on the floor that belong to him had the familiar form of the sweater you gave him sticking out from it.

Yeosang slid it over his head once he was back in his street clothes, hiding his face in the overgrown collar when he caught your gaze again after the boys had broke off to have their own uniforms removed as well as their accessories.

You sat down beside him on the couch as they did, lacing your fingers with his and giving him a subtle squeeze.

“Noona is gonna show you how much she missed you, baby.” you coo, smiling at the way he shuddered, squeezing your hand tighter.

Satisfied, you settled back on the couch beside him, crossing your legs.

-xoxo-

“We’re all alone for a bit, baby. I told Hongjoong-ah to take the boys out to dinner so we could have a little...quality time~” You coo once the two of you get inside his and Wooyoung’s shared room. You pushed him against a wall, dropping your bag carelessly to the floor as you pressed your lips to the underside of his jaw.

Yeosang’s head fell back against the wall, eyes half lidded as he watched you kiss down his jaw. A low sound close to a purr left your lips as you palmed him through his sweatpants. He let out a whine, blushing as he was once again hit with the scent of your perfume. That and the heated way you’d been eyeing him all night had him rock hard already and the two of you hadn’t even done anything yet.

"You're already fully hard, Yeosang-ah...were you expecting me to have you all alone? Hm?" You tease against his Adam's apple, dipping your hand into his pants as you waited for a response.

"N-no, I...ah, it's embarrassing-" he bit his lip, and you noticed the way his cheeks darkened when you look up to meet his eyes.

Curious, you cock a brow, dipping your hand into his lowered zipper to slide his cock out of his boxers. He let out a small choked groan when you grabbed his heated skin, a moan falling from his lips as you slowly stroked him.

"Embarrassing? What is?"

"I...I sometimes get hard when I smell your perfume, Noona. I-it reminds me of you." He muttered, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to face you. You blink in surprise before kissing him, swallowing down the surprised moan that left his lips as you stroked him faster.

"That's so cute, Yeo." You growl against his soft lips, running your thumb along the length of the thick vein at the underside of his cock. Yeosang jolted in your arms, brows knotting up as he resisted the urge to thrust into your hand.

"C-cute?"

"You had my sweater this whole time, too...Did you think of me in that way when you wore it?" You press, pulling away from his lips long enough to watch his face. Your brows go up as the cogs in your head spun.

“Did you wear my sweater when played the night you sent me that video?”

Yeosang sent you a small, embarrassed look before he looked away quickly, thinking of a few days prior when he stroked himself to completion, his face buried in the high, oversized neck of your sweater.

"Ah~? You did? You're too much. You keep on, and I'll eat you alive." You tease, licking at his lips. He may not have responded, but the look on his face said it all.

"Y-you don't think it's weird?" Yeosang looked down at you, searching your eyes. He was met with a sweltering look that nearly melted him on the spot.

"Absolutely not. I would've loved to see you in my oversized sweater, all flustered and moaning for me as you cum…"You trail off and a thought pops into your head, your eyes widening as a smile tugged at your lips. Yeosang noticed the look and swallowed hard.

That look usually came right before particularly earth-shattering evenings.

"Yeosangie~ You should go change. I want you in nothing but my sweater, okay?" You order, moving out of his space. It had gotten too hot on the drive home and he had taken it off while in the car, content to cuddle with you in lieu of curling up in the big sweater.

He whined in displeasure at the loss of both your body heat and your hand on his cock, but he moved quickly, plucking his t-shirt off first. He stepped hastily out of his sweatpants, but paused at his boxers, blushing hard as he toyed with the waistband.

“N-Noona, can we...can we do that tonight?” He inquired, looking in your direction. His breath caught when he found you had already yanked your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly (Wooyoung would forgive you for the mess later). You held his gaze, making sure to take your time peeling off your high waisted joggers, leaving you clad in nothing but your bra and lace boyshorts you wore underneath the snugly fit pants, the colors contrasting beautiful with your skin tone.

“Do what, baby?” You hum, crossing the distance between you both in long strides. Yeosang licks his suddenly dry lips as you press against his back, your breasts squishing against it as you wrapped your arms around him, settling your hands over his.

“A-ah...you’re gonna make me say it?” He stammered, whining when you pulled his boxers down, one hand going back around his cock while the other gently squeezed one of his ass cheeks.

“I am, especially since you still haven’t done what I told you to do.” You tease, dragging your nails over his cheek, your thumb rolling over the head of his cock. He shuddered and groaned, squirming in your arms, subtly pressing his hips closer to your hand, thrusting in and out of your fist until you placed a warning nip to his shoulder.

“Yeosang, don’t make me repeat myself.” Your voice was a low warning, and he whined, looking back at you.

“Are...are you going to...p-peg me, Y/n?” He mumbled. You giggle from behind him, loving the way the tips of his ears reddened from asking.

“Baby boy, did you think I wouldn’t?” You hum, kissing over the small area you nipped at before, rewarding him by stroking him faster. Yeosang groaned, knees buckling slightly as you pumped his cock in your hand, kneading his cheek.

“Noona’ll take real good care of you, Yeosangie. Now, go do what I told you to do.” You remind him of your original instruction, slapping his ass as encouragement as you stepped away once more. Yeosang yelped and nodded, moving over to the small tote he brought out with him when he left for the venue. Inside of it was a thick, oversized sweater.

You stood back, a satisfied smile on your face as Yeosang slid the camel-colored sweater on over his head, turning to face you once he was finished.

On you, it went down mid thigh, the sleeves large enough to completely conceal your arms if you put them down. Yeosang was a few inches taller than you, so the sweater stopped just below the curve of his ass. The tips of his fingers poked out from under the sleeves, and you noticed the way he ducked half of his face into the high collar, shuffling under your appreciating gaze.

“Lay down for me on your bed.” Your voice was a low purr, and Yeosang swallowed thickly, feeling his dick twitch in interest before he nodded, hurrying up to his own bed. You made your way to the duffle bag you dropped at the door when you came in, pushing past all your miscellaneous items to find a satin drawstring bag at the bottom. You picked it out, smiling as you made your way back to the bed, climbing up the ladder in a slow ascent, like a lioness stalking closer to her prey.

Yeosang was seated in the middle of his bed, the soft cotton of your sweater covering his hardness. When he saw your head pop up, he shuffled onto his back, shyly pulling at the ends of your sweater to hide himself.

“Ah, don’t be shy. Show me what you did before.” You instructed, climbing over until you were seated at his left, eyes half lidded as you watched him. He looked up at you, his face still obscured by the collar of your sweater. You ran your hand up his thighs, humming at the way they flexed under your touch. They were toned from his dancing, and you would love to take time to appreciate them tonight, but you had other plans.

“C’mon, baby boy. Spread your legs.” You urged, tapping his knee with his fingers. Yeosang bit his lip and nodded, spreading his legs obediently for you.

“Good. Now play with yourself just like how you did before.”

Yeosang nodded, reaching down to wrap his hands around his cock, stroking himself slowly. He let out a small sigh, finally relieved. When he inhaled, he was reminded that he was surrounded by the scent of you, and he felt his cock twitch in his hand.

“You’re tone...its so low, baby. Were you quiet in the hotel room?” You inquire, your eyes drifting up to his face. He moaned shakily and nodded, keening when you ran a hand through his hair fondly.

“Louder, you don’t have to be quiet now that I’m here.” You told him, smiling as he let out a loud moan, stroking himself faster. He closed his eyes, your name falling from his lips as he spread his legs wider, sticking his fingers in his mouth.

You sit back on your haunches, watching as he swirled his tongue around his fingers, his strokes slowing down as he moved his other hand down, his slick fingers circling his pucker. Your eyes darken, biting your lip as you watched him push two long digits into himself. A small whine left his mouth as he spread his legs wider, eyes closing as he stretched and stroked himself. You noticed the way he turned his head, burying his nose in the collar of your sweater, his soft moans turning into desperate whines.

He wanted more already.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from your lips.

“You’re not used to doing it yourself, hm? Here, I’ll help you, Yeo-ya.”

You crawled between his legs, gently pulling his hand away, lips pursing as he whined at the loss of fingers inside of him. You pulled the satin sack you’d brought up closer to yourself, your hand brushing past the main attraction for a moment as you grabbed the bottle beside it, pulling out a half full bottle of lube.

Yeosang watched you, his hands still slowly stroking himself as you lubed up your own fingers, sliding two slick digits in. A small, needy moan left his lips as you curled and stretched your fingers apart. His hand stilled on his cock, and you noticed the way he clenched around you.

“Pull the collar down, look at me.” You order, your own voice strained as you resisted the ever growing urge to grab your strap on and fuck him into the mattress.

Soon.

For now, you wanted to make him beg you for it.

Yeosang nodded, pulling the oversized collar down to expose his flushed face. He looked at you through his chestnut colored bangs, hips twitching as you rewarded him with a third finger.

“P-Please, noona...don’t tease me, I need it.”

“Mm? Need what?” Your lips curl at the way he groans, choosing to press your fingers down, stroking over his prostate. He gasped, thrusting into his own hand as you began massaging the sensitive bundle, leaning over him to press your lips against his cheek, quickening your fingers inside of him.

“Ah! P-please, Y/n!”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you~” You sang, knocking his hand away from his cock to stroke him yourself. He panted, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead as he pressed his face between your breasts, kissing between the soft mounds.

“Ah, flattery won’t get you anywhere tonight, baby. Words will.” You scolded, slowing your hands down. He shook his head, squeezing you tight against him as he blushed, hiding his face fully between your breasts as he spoke.

“I need you inside of me, noona. Please?”

"Very good, Yeosang~"

You kiss the corner of his eye, your lips against his birthmark as you pull your fingers out of him. Sitting back, you move your attention to the satin pouch once more, pulling the harness for the strap on out. Yeosang watched you, squirming as you situated the purple dildo into the harness. You notice the way his legs subtly spread wider, a low hum leaving your throat.

“I didn’t even tell you to do anything yet and you’re already spreading your legs wider? Do you like it that much?” You tease, spreading a liberal coat of lube onto the toy before you crawl between his legs, your knees settled between his thighs as you watched him nod.

“I can’t help it, Y/n...you make it feel so good.” He admitted, his lisp more pronounced than ever as he spoke. You lick your lips, bearing over his body to kiss him slowly, savoring the way he melted below you. He parted his lips, groaning against your mouth as your tongue met his, neither of you fighting for control of the kiss. A small whine left the back of his throat as you pressed the head of the silicone dick against his hole, pushing into him slowly.

Yeosang mewled against your lips, breaking the kiss to look down at where your hips met, his back arched slightly as you rolled your hips slowly. You push at his chest lightly, making him lie down flat as you sat back, holding his thighs firmly.

“You always take me so well, Yeosangie.” You coo, your hips meeting his thighs with every thrust as you moved them faster, lips curling up as Yeosang groaned louder, closing his eyes as he tugged at the sheets.

“N-noona, it feels good. I w-was thinking about this so much..." he breathed, closing his eyes as his body rocked slightly, hips subtly moving down to meet your thrusts. You smile fondly at him, listening to his moaning quicken as you trail a hand up the sweater, lightly running your hand over his lithe, toned stomach.

A moan caught in his throat as you tweaked his nipple lightly, a small cat-like smile on your face. You continued to toy with the small brown nub until it was fully perked and puffy from the attention. Yeosang reached for his cock ahead as you moved your hand to the other bud.

"Ah, no touching anymore, Sangie. You're gonna cum from my strap alone." You purr, knocking his hand away. He opened his eyes, his lips wet and plump from him biting and licking them throughout the night.

"Y-you want me-ahh fuck please!-t-to cum untouched?" He groaned, pausing mid sentence to collect himself as you snapped your hips forward, rocking faster and harder into him.

"Absolutely~ You've done it before for me, y’know." You remind him, sliding your hand from under the sweater to hold his hips. He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out were airy, whiny moans as you slammed into that electric bundle once more.

"Fuck! Right there!"

"Oh ho~? Such naughty language. Did I hit something good?" You tease, pressing closer to him, rocking into him as hard and fast as you could. Yeosang cried out below you, fists balled up in the sheets as he pulled them, desperately wishing he could stroke himself.

"Please don't stop, Y/n. Don't stop, don't stop, a-ahhn~ " he groaned, unable to keep his eyes open as the pleasure took over him. His toes curled, his knees trembling as he felt himself growing closer and closer, his legs wrapping around your waist to keep you close.

"Does it feel good? Will you cum?" You hum, tilting your head to the side as you watch him. He whined and nodded, thighs trembling around your waist. You ran a hand up the side of one of them, the other cupping his cheek as you bent over, caressing his face as he looked up at you through hazy eyes. He nodded, his lip tucked tightly between his teeth as he tried to stifle the desperation in his whimpers the more the toy abused and pressed against his prostate.

“Let go for me, baby. Let me hear it.” You urge him, kissing all over his face as he arched his back, clinging to you for dear life as his moans grew once more in volume. He tucked his head in between the junction between your neck and shoulder, shuddering as he whined, the smell of sex, sweat, and Amber Romance making his mind completely fuzzy.

“Y/n-! I c-can’t hold on anymore, I-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You finally gave him the ‘ok’, putting your palms at either side of his head as you rocked wildly into him, smiling as the bed creaked from the change of pace. Yeosang threw his head back, a broken half-scream leaving his lips as an earth shattering orgasm rolled over him.

You hold yourself down, pressed deep inside of him as you watch the way his face changes, his brows pinched up and his eyes screwed tightly shut as his cum messily landed on both of your stomachs.

You stayed right there, hips joined with his ass as you watched him slowly fall back to the bed, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Yeosang let out a small sound of protest as you went to pull away, easing the slick toy out of him.

“You did so good, Yeosangie.” You praise, cupping his cheek to kiss him lightly. Yeosang blushed and smiled, kissing you back. There was no push for dominance, just both of you enjoying each other’s warmth.

You ran the tips of your fingers over his abdomen, smiling at the way the toned muscle underneath flexed at your tough. You scooped up the remains of his pearl-colored release, winking at his flushed face as you licked it off of them.

“You’re sweet~ Someone’s been eating well~” You tease, laughing as he swatted weakly at you, blushing.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just-”

You burst into laughter with him, kissing him lightly as you laid down on top of him, smiling widely. The laughter died down and you caressed his face, your expression softening as he looked up at you.

“I never took care of you, Y/n.” He mused after a comfortable silence stretched between you two. You hummed, remembering the telltale ache between your thighs.

“Ah, but you’re probably sensitive. It’s okay-”

His hands wrapped around your waist as he met your eyes, biting his lip.

“I want to make you feel good, too. It’s not fair if only I cum.”

You sit up, looking at him before you tossed a leg over his waist, straddling him. He moved to put his hands on your waist, but you caught them, placing them above his head. He watched you, teasingly running his tongue over one of your nipples before you could pull away. A small moan left your lips before you rolled your hips down over his reawakening cock, smiling at the sharp inhale that came from him.

“So sensitive, but you want to please me? What did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?” You praise, rolling your hips to and fro until he was fully hard and panting already. Satisfied, you held his cock up, sending him a sultry look as you sank down on him.

“Oh my god.”both of you gasp in unison. Yeosang forced himself to keep his eyes open, whimpering as he watched you rise and fall, unsure where to focus his attention on.

Your face with those intense eyes gazing holes through him as you clenched around him, greedily keeping every inch of his cock inside of you even as you rolled your hips faster?

Your breasts, jiggling from the motions as you braced yourself with your hands on his abdomen, palms splayed out across his toned stomach?

His eyes eventually landed between your legs, a choked sound leaving his mouth as he watched his cock disappear and reappear every time you rose and fell on his cock.

“D-do you like what you see, Yeo-ya? Look at how wet you made Noona~” You tease, shifting so you set your hands on his thighs behind you, leaning your body back so you were on full display for him, smiling wildly at the way he gripped the bars of his bed to keep himself from touching you, breathing hard through his nose as he felt himself getting lost in your wet heat.

“I l-love it, Noona...Thank you s-so much- ahhh fuck” He rose his hips, meeting you with hard thrusts every time you came down, and part of you wanted to snap your hips down and tease him for not being able to keep still, but the desperate look on his face made you go easy on him this time.

You close your eyes, nails raking over his thighs as you sped up your own bouncing as well, thighs trembling as you felt your own orgasm getting closer and closer. Yeosang didn’t let up, keeping his hands on the bars as the sound of skin on skin flooded the room once more, coupled by your combined shaky moans as your release drew closer.

“Yeosang!” You clenched down, eyes screwing shut as you felt that coil finally snap, eyes fluttering as you came hard. Yeosang cursed from below you, his grip white knuckled on the bars as he stopped his thrusts, whining.

You open your eyes, looking down at him before smiling lazily, tilting your head.

“Oh? Stopped yourself just for me?” You hum, caressing his thighs idly. You noticed the scratches there and smiled. The stylists wouldn’t yell at you much for them since it was autumn and soon to be winter and no one would be seeing Yeosang’s legs any time soon, anyway.

“I...I need permission so I can-” He grit his teeth, a desperate look on his face as he looked up at you. You studied him for a moment before smiling, pushing yourself off of his thighs and crawling up his body to get back into his face, kissing him tenderly as you nodded.

“Do it. Cum for me baby.” You urge him with a sharp rise and fall of your hips. Yeosang groaned and resumed his wild thrusting up, desperate for his second release as his cock slid in and out of your dripping cunt. You lowered your lips to his ear, moaning praise and encouragement to him as his hips stuttered.

With a strangled, near breathless cry of your name, you felt heat flood inside of you and purred, teasingly clenching around Yeosang as he came.

“N-Noona….” He panted, finally letting his sweaty head drop to the pillow, spent and out of breath. You hum above him, treating him to butterfly kisses all across his face and neck as he came down, still fully seated with him inside of you.

“You did so good for me~ Maybe I should go on trips and leave you with my ‘girlfriend sweaters’ more often if this is what I come back to~” You joke, rolling your hips experimentally. Yeosang weakly grabbed your hips to still you, shaking his head.

“A-ah, no...If you could not, that would be great. In fact, I’d like it a lot more if you stayed with me.” He pouted. You smile and kissed his pouty lips, wrapping your arms around his neck once he moved to sit up.

“I get it, I get it. We should shower before the others get back.” You suggest, finally lifting your hips and letting his cock slide out of you. Yeosang whined at the loss, but nodded regardless.

“Sounds good, Y/n.” He nodded, finally peeling your sweater off as the two of you made your way down the bunk. Yeosang moved to grab the towels for you both when you suddenly remembered one of your purchases while you and Mingi were in Incheon.

“Oh~ While I was in Incheon, I picked up some new perfume~ Maybe we should go sweater shopping soon too, hm~” You purr, grabbing his ass suggestively as you walked by. Yeosang froze for a moment, watching your backside as you left.

After a moment, he followed closely after you, a blush on his cheeks at the idea of more nights like this, being pressed against the mattress with the scent of you flooding his senses.

The thought alone made him shudder, and he was more than happy to try it out, though nothing could compare to the warm feeling that bloomed through his body as he thought of you and your Amber Romance.

#fie writes #amber romance #ksmutclub #kwritersworldnet #atzinc #ateez writing network #ateez smut #yeosang smut #yeosang x reader #ateez fic #kang yeosang fic #ateez

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lousimusician · 5 years

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Hi, can I request a fic about tom and reader who only known each other for a short time, wake up hungover in Vegas to find that they got married and that tom announced it to the whole world on Instagram and Twitter and his parents are not happy about it as they have never met her and tom had never mentioned her to them

Lol so I know you technically cant get married druno in Vegas (at least thats what google tells me) but this was so fun to write, so thank you for the request!

Oh and for this, y/n and tom are in an established relationship and have been together for 2 months

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Tom woke up with a pounding headache, feeling sore all over, "Fuck..." He groaned out, voice deep from just having woke up.

He turned his head, squinting his eyes to shield them from the little bit of light that trickled through the hotel room's curtains.

Suddenly memories from last night came flooding in. You, him, and a bunch of mutual friends had decided to go to Las Vegas as a spontaneous trip before Tom had to leave for filming. He remembered going out to a bar with everyone and having some drinks, but eventually the events blended into each other until he couldn't remember anything else.

He wracked his brain for anything but nothing came up.

Soon your sleeping body came into focus, and Tom reached his hand out shaking you lightly, "Love, wake up."

You groaned, burying your face further into the pillow. "C'mon darling, wake up, do you know what happened last night?" He asked, trying to ignore his throbbing head.

You groaned again, turning your head towards him, eyes still shut, "We got drunk." You mumbled tiredly.

Tom rolled his eyes, "I know that, but I feel like we did something."

You shrugged, "We probably just had sex. C'mon Tommy go back to sleep."

Tom ran a hand through his hair, you were probably right. He was probably just overthinking everything. He laid back down, throwing an arm around you, feeling you curl into him.

"Wait," you mumbled. You stretched your hand out to the nightstand and grabbed Tom's phone. "Your phone kept going off last night, so I muted it." You handed it to him.

He grabbed his phone and turned it on, once again squinting his eyes towards the light. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw way more notifications than usual from his Instagram and Twitter, and on top of that 20 missed calls from his mother and 16 missed calls from his father, and even more from his manager.

He sat up quickly, unlocking his phone. He quickly tapped on Instagram and saw how many new dms he had gotten. He tapped on his profile and saw that he had added something to his story.

His eyes widened, his headache completely forgotten, as he tapped on his story.

The camera was shaky, but there he stood with his phone aimed at the two of you, his arm over your shoulders, and the both of you clearly drunk.

"Hellooo Instagram~" Tom singsonged. "Me and (N/N) here have some big news!"

"That's what she said." You shouted, cracking yourself up.

"What?" Tom laughed, looking down at you. "That doesn't make sense."

"You don't make sense," you giggled.

"Anyway- We're getting married!" Tom yelled and slurred into the camera, and suddenly turning it towards a chapel the two of you were walking to.

"I love Vegas!" You yelled, before the camera cut out.

"Oh my god," Tom squeaked, "(Y/N) this is serious, you need to see this."

"Nooo." You drawled.

"I'm not kidding."

You sighed and pulled yourself up from the bed, and moved closer to Tom. "What?" You grunted, resting your chin on his shoulder.

Tom replayed the video for you. Sometime during the video you pulled away from him, and suddenly felt much more awake as you watched the video intently.

"Holy shit Tom," you gasped, looking up at him. "We didn't...." you hoped, afterall you've only been together for two months, and neither of you had met the others families yet... oh yeah, and not to mention the fact that your relationship was being a kept a secret from the public. So, so much for that.

Tom quickly clicked out of Instagram and opened Twitter. Seeing his tweet from last night.

'JUst mArrIEd❤❤'

The tweet was followed with a picture of you and Tom kissing at the alter.

"We did..." Tom muttered gravely.

Suddenly his phone rang and a picture of his mothed filled the screen, "Fuck! She's probably so pissed right now!"

"Well you gotta answer!" You yelped, "Oh my god, she's gonna hate me before she's even met me." You moaned, falling back against the bed.

Tom scrambled to his feet and quickly answered, "Hello? Mum?"

"Thomas Stanley Holland!" You cringed, hearing her yell. "What did you do!?"

"I'm sorry! I made a mistake-"

"A pretty damn big mistake!"

"I know! We just found out ourselves!"

"Well you need to fix it. Your father and I haven't even met the girl and you two get married!?"

"We were drunk!"

"That's no excuse, you know better than that." She sighed, "Your father is livid."

"I'm sorry... we're both sorry."

"God," she grunted, "I know... but you need to fix this. The media's been going crazy with this."

"Yeah, I'm sure they are." Tom glanced over and saw the miserable look on your face, before turning back to his phone call, "We'll get this sorted... but can you promise this won't affect how you see (Y/N), we were both drunk and stupid."

His mother sighed again, "Alright, but that doesn't mean I'm happy with either one of you. But you need to promise me that after things clear up, you'll bring her by....Christ... I have a daughter in law I've never even met."

"Yeah.. yeah, of course. Can I call you back?"

"Yeah, hurry up and take care of everything. Your dad's probably going to call soon."

"Got it, bye Mum."

"Bye."

Tom quickly hung up, spinning on his heel to face you.

You looked up at him expectantly from your spot on the bed.

"Darling, I care about you deeply," He started, "But I want a divorce."

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland au #tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader

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xmalereader · 4 years

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Javier Pena x Male Reader

- Two -

Dysfunctional ; || ONE ||

|| Masterlist ||

Summary: Javiers neighbor is a young twenty-one year old who’s been living in Columbia for a couple of years now, but he’s different from everyone else. He acts normal and friendly around others but behind closed doors he’s sick and slowly losing his mind.

Warnings: Language, Mafia, frontotemporal dementia, memory loss, panic attacks, episodes, gang member, angst, crossover, slow burn, slight fluff.

“Happy birthday.” A small wrapped up package is tossed to him from across the dining table. Y/n catches it before it could hit the ground from his clumsiness. “What is it?” He stared at the small wrapped up box and smiles shyly, shaking it a little.

“It’s your gift so open it and find out.” Said the anonymous voice. Y/n laughs and began to unwrap the gift.

He was surrounded by family, his old time folks that he was raised with. The family was mainly full of brothers and only one sister, the youngest being the baby but once y/n was taken in by them he became a part of that family. He hadn’t taken their family name yet since she wasn’t ready for something like that. “Your slow.” The youngest teased as y/n glared at him. “For your information I like taking my time.” He snaps back, fully unwrapping the gift in front of him. He lifts up the small lid and his eyes widen. He takes out the black shiny lighter and chuckled, “a lighter?” He questions with a raised brow.

“Oí, be grateful that you received something.”

Y/n laughs. “Tommy you own your own bar, a betting shop, half of the town respects your family and the only thing that you could get me was a lighter?” He states out. “You saying you hate my gift?” The older man asks with a frown.

Y/n shakes his head. “I was only teasing, Tommy. I really like it.” He held up the lighter in his hand and opens it to see the flame light up. He stared at the flame in wonder, his lips curling up into a smile. The others stood around him with smiles on their faces as well, after taking in y/n they’ve noticed that he’s been the only person who was able to lighten up their day or mood and they were happy to have him around.

“Your gonna be a part of the family soon, y/n. You ready to take in the Shelby name?” Tommy asks as he placed a cigarette between his lips. Y/n looks up from the flame and closed the lighter, hearing it snap closed. “Tommy...” he bites his lip and glanced at the other brothers. “I’ve been living here for four almost five years, do you really think it’s okay for me to take your family name?”

“Of course it is!” Arthur shouts out and laughs. “Y/n, you’ve been loyal and you’ve kept Finn out of trouble.”

“Hey—“

“You deserve this.” Said Tommy as he cuts in.

Y/n opens his mouth to give his answer.

“Y/n.” He hears Arthur say as he turns to face him. “What—?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n!”

“Y/n!!”

A loud banging jolts him awake, gasping for air as he pants. He was sweatying and lying on the floor by his bed, he doesn’t remember anything from yesterday.

Groaning in pain he slowly sits up and rubs his temples, the banging sound suddenly gets louder. He froze In spot as he listens to someone banging on his front door. “Y/n?!” He hears javi shout out his name, in worry he stumbled up to his feet and walks out of his room. Heading towards his front door, “coming, I’m coming.” He mumbled out quietly knowing that javi couldn’t hear him. He unlocks the door and prys it open.

Javier was standing in front of him with a concerned look. “What?” Y/n tilts his head to the side in confusion.

“What? What do you mean by, what?” Javier was pissed, the look on his face sort of gave it away. He’s seen him like this multiple times so he wasn’t surprised to see him this pissed off. “You disappeared for hours, no, days.” He steps forward and invades y/n’s personal space.

“Wait what? How long was I gone for?” He suddenly blurts out as Javier rubs his face in frustration. “It’s been two days, y/n. At first I thought you wanted to be alone but by the second day your damn parrot was screaming.”

Y/n looks down, he’s been out for two days? That’s doesn’t right, right? He couldn’t have been out for two days. It felt like a few hours for him. He couldn’t remember anything from the past two days, what was it that he was doing?

“—You wouldn’t answer your door and I was this close to actually kicking it down—“

Y/n is pulled out of his thoughts by javiers rambling. “Slow down javi.” He says and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. “I’m fine, I was just busy and kept myself locked inside.” That was a lie of course but he couldn’t have Javi worrying about him all the time.

“No your not, it’s not the first time that you’ve done this before. Last time you nearly passed out in the market and then after that—“

“Wait, market? Are you...are you spying on me?” Y/n asks as he glared up at javi who froze in spot once he noticed his own spoken words. “Well—“

“I can’t believe you.” He whispered out, his grip was tight on the door handle as he steps forward. “Can’t you just see that I need time on my own?! That being locked up for a few days doesn’t mean that I’m dying or getting kidnapped!!” His voice suddenly gets louder as he yells at Javier. His mood was quickly changing, his sickness was taking affect and he couldn’t control it.

“For the love of god, and now your spying on me?! I’m not one of your whores that you should worry about Javier!! So leave me the fuck alone!” He slams the door on Javi and locks it, ignoring his protests as he walks over to Fenrirs cage and lets the bird out. He makes sure to feed it and add some more water before he heads to his room and slams his door.

A sudden anger was rising, causing him to throw his things around the room. He grabs his books and throws them against walls, papers and pens are tossed around as he lets out his anger. In less then a few minutes he finally calms down, taking everything in he finally realizes the mess that he has caused. He gasped at his own mess and covered his own face with his hands.

“Javi.” He gasps out and rushed out of his bedroom, he trips over his own things, stumbling as he tried to regain his posture. He runs out of his apartment and rushed down the stairs and too the second floor, it takes him awhile to reach javiers apartment door. He stands in front of it for a few minutes, not knowing what to say or if Javi would forgive him for the things he said to him that he didnt mean.

Finally getting the courage he lifts a hand up and balls it into a fist, knocking against his door as he lowered down his arm and waits. On the other side he hear movement and randomly begins to panic, debating if he should just turn around and run back to his apartment or face Javier and get it over with.

Hearing the door unlock he looks up to see Javier, he was growing at him and leans against the door frame with crossed arms. “Here to keep yelling at me?” He asks, his glare not lightening up at he stared down y/n.

Y/n bites his lip and looks down, distracting himself by fidgeting.

“I’m sorry, I know that you won’t easily accept my apology beause I did say some rude things and I know that you worry about me and I’m sorry about my outburst. I just—“ He sighs deeply and shakes his head. “I’m losing my mind Javi and I’m scared, I’m slowly pushing people away without noticing and my walls are suddenly coming back up and I—“ he was slowly hyperventilating at this point but tries to keep himself distracted for a little longer. “I’m sorry.” He repeats himself and takes a few steps back, turning around and leaving before Javier can say anything.

He skips steps as he goes up the stairs, entering his apartment once again he closes the door behind him and makes sure that its locked. He leans against the door in silence and lets the moment pass by before he pushes himself off and heads to his room to clean it up. Picking up the mess that he has created from his sudden anger.

He’s already put everything away. He was hanging up his calander and noticed a circled date.

“Doctors appointment.” He whispered to himself and remembers that he has to visit his doctor, looking over his shoulder he sees his bottle of pills sitting on his desk top. He was suppose to have finished them before his appointment but from the looks of it he hasn’t taken any in the last couple of months. He hated taking them, he knows that they are suppose to help him but he refuses to take anymore.

Once his calander is hung up he takes the pills and walks towards the bathroom where he empties the bottle out, the pills falling inside the toilet bowl as he flushed it all away and throws away the bottle into the small trash can that he had. Satisfied with his own work he heads back to continue with his cleaning.

—

Its been a week since his little outburst with Javier.

The two haven’t spoken to each other and neither had the gut to approach each other. Javier would stay stuck in work, keeping himlsef buried in investigations and trying to catch Escobar. While y/n remained at home with his parrot, drawing out small memories before he would forget about them. He was also at the hospital, meeting up with his doctor. He was sitting in one of the chairs as the doctor sat opposite of him, holding some papers with results of his medical history and different medications that he’s taken.

Hearing the papers flip as the doctor scans through them, the room was silent before the doctor lets out a deep sigh and turns to y/n.

“Have you been taking your medication?”

“those disgusting pills?” He grits out.

The doctor nods in response, getting a quiet ‘no’ from the other male.

“Y/n you were suppose to be taking the pills frequently, they help with your health—“

“Oh please, they don’t help at all. I’m already losing my mind so what’s the point in even taking them? So that I can waste my money even more?” Y/n spits out in anger, sitting up in his seat as he glared at the doctor who has already grown used to his change of attitudes. The doctor frowns and sets down the results, “Y/n.”

He gets y/n’s attention and sighs deeply. “you do know that you only have a few months to live, right? The pills are suppose to help ease the disease but since you don’t plan on taking them anymore, do you know what your going to do for the next few months?”

Y/n’s mood lightens up a little as he leans his head back against his seat as he stared at the ceiling and began to tell the doctor his plans. “I’ve Been living in Colombia for the past couple of years, before I was diagnosed.” He whispered out. “If I only have a few month to live then might as well and spend it with my family—“ he sits up straight and smiles at the doctor. “I’ll be moving back to London, where the rest of family is. Waiting for me.”

—

Y/n stood in the middle of his apartment.

He listens closely as he hears Javiers door open and close with a loud bang, he was either coming back from work or leaving back to work. He still hasn’t had the courage to approach him, he was nervous on what Javier would say to him. They have been friends for a longtime and he was still afraid to approach the man sometimes, Even though he nearly stabbed him the first time they met.

Y/n sits on his couch and held out his sketchbook, writing down his plans for the next couple of months. For the next two months he was going to stay in Colombia and try to spend them with Javier if they can ever fix their friendship, after that he’ll spend the last four months back in London with the Shelby family. He also wants to pick a date to let fenrir fly free, ever since he found him abandon in the forest he couldn’t help but take him in and raise him himself.

He was going onto have to let him go too and say his final goodbyes before it was too late.

Y/n spends the next few days deciding on what to throw away and what to keep before he moved out. He was sitting on the floor with a trash bag next to his side, tossing useless things away that he didnt need anymore. Fenrir was propped up on his shoulder when a sudden knock was heard. Y/n titls his head and stands up, “I’m not really expecting anyone, am I?” He asks the parrot as he answers they door.

Javier stands on the other side, he gave y/n a glance and goes back to avoiding his eyes. “Listen—“

“Stubborn asshole.” Y/n blurts out and laughs a little. He didnt need to listen to Javi’s stupid excuses or apologizes. This was all y/n’s fault and he was the one pushing Javier away.

Javier chuckles softly at y/n’s words. “I am also sorry, I know that you sometimes need your privacy and time alone and I thought that giving you some space—“

“Would help me?”

Javi nods.

Y/n’s lips twitch into a smile, sighing as he pushed the door wider. He walks forward and wraps his arms around Javier as he pulls him into a hug.

“you really are an idiot.” He muffled against his shoulder and sighs, feeling Javi wrap his own arms around his waist. “I wanted time on my own but two weeks is way to long for me.” He earns a chuckle from Javier as the two slowly pull away. “I missed you.”

“I did too, I missed your snarky ass and your food too.”

Y/n gasps out dramatically. “Excuse me, you’re only using me for my cooking?”

“Yep.” Javier smirks down at him as he enters Y/n’s apartment without needing permission. The other rolls his eyes and closed his door, following him into the kitchen. “I don’t have much food around.” He tells him, he gave Javier a small glance before returning back to his cleaning, he picks up the trash bag and hangs it on a door knob where he could easily dump stuff inside without having to hold the bag open.

Javier was able to find someone of y/n’s favootre snacks, munching away as he turns to y/n. “You throwing stuff out?” He asks.

Y/n hesitated as he tosses away some old stuff that he wouldn’t be needing. “Spring cleaning.” He mumbled out, knowing that it was a lie. He couldn’t have Javi know that he was dying, he didn’t even know about his disease! He couldn’t let him know since he was already afraid of losing one of his only friends. He couldn’t tell javi that he was losing his mind and this emotions were going crazy and that he was slowly forgetting him. He just couldn’t do that to him, maybe it’s best that he finishes these two months here and then moves back to London with his family.

“Spring cleaning?” Javier laughs out as he approached him and decides to help him out. Holding the bag open for him as he stuff down some things into the bag. Y/n smiles softly, “Okays it’s not really spring cleaning.” He admits. Once the trash bag is full he ties it up and sighs in defeat. “I’m moving back to London.”

Javier turns to face y/n. “London, why?” He frowns at him. His lips forming a thin line as he pressed them together.

Y/n bends down to pick up the rest of his things. “I still have two months to stay here but I’ve got a friend—brother actually, he’s...he’s dying and he’s only got a few months left so I’m gonna move back with my family to be with him before he passes away.” He explains to Javier, he reasons sounded believable since it was actually him who was dying and not his brother.

“You’ve told me about London before, you said that it brought bad memories.” Said Javier. He was sitting down this time as he watched y/n move around the apartment with Fenrir following close.

“It does and it always will but they are my family Javi, I haven’t seen them in years and I deserve to see them.” Y/n placed some books on the coffee table. “I still have two months with you, unless your still pissed?”

Javier rubs his neck with a small groan and looks up to see y/n giving him the puppy eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.” He grumbled out as y/n laughs happily. “Come on javi, it’s two months that we have left before I leave. And believe me I’m gonna miss you.”

He watched Javier nod at him in understanding, he knows that Javi doesn’t handle emotions well from others so he doesn’t force him to do anything. He simply smiled at him and got back to work.

He was really going to miss javi, being his friend for the past years were precious moments of his. He made sure to keep everything written down as he read his own writing late at night, remembering the small moments that they had together. He remembers the night he actually fell in love with Javier and he knows that he shouldn’t since he wasn’t going to be around anymore but he just couldn’t help it. He wishes that he can tell Javier how he felt about him but what was the point? He only had a few months to live and he couldn’t break javiers heart, not like this.

#javier pena #javier x male reader #javier pena x male reader #male reader #narcos #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal

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dew-itowo · 4 years

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As The World Caves In part 4

Cody; It’s been and honor... Sir...

The alcohol stung the back of Cody's raw throat. From screaming his pain away. Screaming at you because you didn't understand how much Rex had meant to him. He sat there, drinking, smoking, doing anything other than thinking about his dead batcher, and failing. Smoke rolled off his lips like the thunder that threatened rain off in the distance of his office. Of course, he was destroyed over Rex's death. He and Rex had practically adopted you when they met you. Not taking your hurt into account he selfishly, drunkenly, took his out on you like some abusive father. But never laying a hand on you. He fumbled with the medallion you'd gifted him after his promotion to Commander.

"What's that Ad'ika?" The commander said, scooping you up from where you stood. Only a little girl at the time. Maybe Ahsoka's age. Maybe younger. Giggling and squirming in his arms you tried to hide the present.

"Nothing Kote. Just uuuh, a thing." You lied wonderfully. Cody smiled brightly as Rex jogged up the hill to where they stood. His riduur looking like he'd just run the mile four times.

"Force you're a fast little shit, you know that right?" Rex panted as you buried your face into Cody's chest plate, smiling like the it was Life day and you just got the best present. "FYI they'll leave you in their dust Codes." Cody laughed, throaty, deep, and beautiful. It always made you feel better hearing that man's laugh. Rex moved forward resting his hand on your shoulder as he kissed Cody's cheek. "How's my Marshal Commander?" The captain cooed lightly. Cody smiled brightly.

"I'm better than I'll ever be with you two." Gods wasn't that the truth~

The height wasn't too far up from where he stood. Maybe 50 meters up. The whiskey burned sliding down his throat again. Thinking of you. Thinking of everything you gave him and Rex. It hurt to do this to you, but he couldn't take living with his husband. Afterall the war was ending and now clones would be needed after the fact. It was entirely selfish to believe that he might save you from more hurt by jumping now, when Obi-wan his best friend and your master was to be coming around tomorrow morning with reports. He'd most likely have you with him. Another chug of the whiskey made his groan. If it wasn't jumping that'd kill him, it'd be the alcohol poisoning.

"Cody? Do you like being a clone?" You asked one evening while nestled between an exhausted Rex and Cody. The latter being fast asleep while he held you close to him. Cody looked away from his datapad with a thoughtful look.

"What do you mean by that Ad?" He asked, combing his hand through your hair. You leaned into his touch looking down slightly, away from his eyes. "Do I like being a clone, as in do I enjoy being a soldier?" You nod slowly. "Well of course I like being a clone. Hell if I wasn't I would have you or Rex or Obi-wan. Yes I hate watching my Vod leave me, but it's a natural thing, and we we're all born to die. Clone or not." He admitted, leaning his cheek on your head. "How could I not love being a clone when I have everything and more right now."

You smile feeling him kiss your forehead. Your eyes growing heavy with each passing second. "I love you dad." You slurred already half asleep, unaware of what you just said to him. Cody blinked for a moment before answering.

"I love you more than anything Ad'ika."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

His com chirped with another message from you. Surely you were petrified thinking this was all your fault. It hurt Cody to think about it. But you are a strong kid, you'll move on. Eventually at least. He was afraid of hurting you any further. He was afraid of you hating him for what he was deciding to pull. Rex would kick his ass into next week if he caught him doing this. Even as a kriffing ghost he might shove his foot up his ass. The thought drew out a small laugh from Cody thinking about how funny Rex was.

They were pinned down by droids. All sides as you sat there trying to come up with a plan. Anakin sitting with you spewing out idea with Ahsoka. When Rex spoke up. "Hey, Let's do get help." He grinned at Cody.

"What?"

"Get help." Rex repeated smiling more. Cody frowned.

"No~" Cody breathed, thinking about what happened when they did it last time.

"Come on you love it." Rex chuckled. Cody looked at the ground trying not to meet anyone's gaze. Because Get help was not something you did in front of your general's.

"I hate it."

"It's great, It works every time."

"it's humiliating."

"Do you have a better idea?" Rex asked, knowing fully that he'd won. Cody sighed in defeat.

"No." He admitted. Rex smiles.

"We're doing it." The captain smiled.

"We are not doing Get help." Cody affirmed one last time. At least trying to sound like he wasn't going to anyway.

The doors hiss open as Cody hung onto Rex's shoulder. Rex acting panicked he held onto Cody's arm. "GET HELP! PLEASE! MY BROTHER IS DYING!" Cody rolled his eyes internally as he played dead. Stumbling along with Rex's steps. The battle droids all confused by what was going on. "Get Help! Help Him!!" Rex yelled as he threw Cody at the line of droids. Bowling them over as Rex pulling out his twin DCS add mowed down the rest around Cody who laid on top of the pile of droids he was just thrown at. You and the rest of the men enter the room. You ran over to Cody asking if he was okay frantically. Rex chuckles putting his blasters away. "Oh he's just pouting because I threw him like a bowling bowl." Cody grumbles a death threat as he gets up. Rex laughs. "Oh hush, you could never kill me. I'll kill you first Cyar'ika."

Cody choked on a broken sob as the last of the memory echoed in his mind, "I'll kill you first Cyar'ika." the whiskey tasted like veno on his tongue. his com chirping with panicked messages from you now. Maybe others. He could hear Obi-wan's ring playing along with yours. He must be worried now. All he wanted was to lay down and die in peace, but he couldn't do that with you panicking and worrying about him. It sounded horrible, but what world is there to live in when he's lost what he loves must. Along with hurting you.

"Go Away!" He yelled throwing his empty whiskey bottle at the com. Instead of shutting it up, it hit the call button. Great, just what he needs right now. Human interaction.

"Commander?" A familiar voice said over the com. They sounded half asleep whoever they were. "Commander are you alright?" He said sounding an awful lot like Kix. Oh not good. Kix was a kriffing bloodhound when sniffing out hurt vod. Especially emotionally hurt one. "Cody, you there vod? Are you ok?" Sounding fully awake now the clone could be heard moving around, with another asking what was going on in the background, possibly being woken up by the movement and talking. "Cody?" Cody wasn't there, physically maybe but not mentally or emotionally. He didn't want to ask for help, though he knew he deeply needed it. He wasn't that kind of person to ask another for comfort. He'd always had Rex to just give it to him when he noticed the signs. He could tell Kix was getting worried now. "Cody are you there, is everything okay? Are you hurt?" Hurt is metaphorical. Pain is rhetorical. and self loathing is literal. So which was it?

"Can you tell them I'm sorry... I didn't mean to take it out on them. They never deserved my anger. Please tell them I'm sorry." Kix knew what was going on now. Quickly he could be heard jumped out of his bunk and his feet hitting the floor hard.

"Cody stay on the line. Just keep talking to me." Kix spoke in his medic voice, sweet like sugar followed with a great sabbac face. He knew Kix was panicking now. He didn't have far to run, they were all in the same barracks. But the offices where high over them. "Cody you there Vod?"

"Kix, it's okay I'm fine." He lied, looking over the railing of the small balcony that every office had. Officers offices also had a living quarters if they hose to stay there, which Cody had since he and Rex wanted a private place for themselves.

"Where are you right now." Kix breathed hard, he must be running. "Cody keep talking to me, tell me whats going on."

"I miss him... So much..."

"I know, I know you miss him. But It's going to be okay listen to me. I promise it's going to be okay." Kix was in the lift now, he could hear the doors closing. But the pocket knife was already in his hand. He didn't want to be saved. But he also didn't want to hurt anymore.

"Kix tell them that they mean the world to me. And that I'm sorry." Cody choked out at the blade touched his underarm. The thin layer of skin protecting his veins and artery being pressed in. He could feel Kix's panic now. He knew he was scaring the poor medic, but this needed to be said. "I don't want them to know what I did so I want you to tell them I went in my sleep." The blood started to bead up now, pressing harder the blade cut deeper into his wrist. It didn't hurt much since he wasn't sober or in his right mind at all.

"Cody listen to yourself vod, do you hear what your saying?" But Cody didn't care what he heard. He knew Kix well, and also knew he wouldn't stop trying to save a goner until they died in his embrace. A small whimper escaped Cody. "Cody I'm in your corridor. You better be there when I bust down your door."

"Or what." He dare challenge the medic now. Blood dripping continuously from his wrist, deep slices bleeding heavily. he'd felt the pinch when he cut to deep, he knew he wasn't going to survive this. "Are you going to decommission me?"

"I sure your trying to decommission yourself as we speak, but no, I'm going to help you." The lock on his door unlocked as Kix keyed in his code. "It's going to be alright Cody."

"Nothing's going to anything sooner or later Kix."

"Don't give up on me."

"I give up a long time ago, I just had my husband to keep me from offing myself." He growled through welling tears, he hated crying. It pissed him off. But only when he was one doing it.

"Is that it, was that all Rex was to you?" Kix yelled now as the door hissed open. He then saw the mess the office was, holes in the walls from punching them, empty bottles of liquor everywhere, and Cody sitting on the balcony stabbing his arms as his mask cracked entirely. Kix ran towards him, realising his med kit wouldn't help this at all. "Cody no, stop, now!" He shouted grabbed the Commander by his untouched wrist and twisting in sharply to make him drop the pocket knife. A broken sob exited the commander's mouth as the knife fell to the ground. Landing in the messy pool of Cody's blood. "No, You di'kut!" Cody felt very light headed. Dizzy too.

"I told you I'm sorry. Please don't be mad with me." He sobbed, Kix cupped his cheeks holding him up when his legs gave out.

"No vod, no I'm not mad at you. You okay, your going to be okay." He chanted as he dead gifted Cody off the ground. He'd never seen Cody this broken before. It hurt him.

All of Cody's words became gibberish soon after that, just holding onto Kix as he carried him to the med bay. He felt so pathetic as brothers from his battalion and the 501st stared in shock. Watching the as his blood left a trail on the white permacrete. They knew a goner when they saw one.

Cody watched the brothers as he passed by, his eyes becoming very heavy suddenly as Kix chanted stay with me closer to his ear. He could only imagine it being Rex's voice. Maybe that'd help to stay. Why did he want to say though? Why was he listening again?

He could see the white walls of the medbay now. Sick brothers watching as the commander is carried by their medic, his blood staining the white tile as they passed by. Kix's talking became hard to hear the closer they got to where ever they were going. All Cody thought about was You and Rex.

Rex laid with you in his arms, you slept peacefully as both of them watched the night shift in morning. Dreaming about the stars and what they meant.

Cody was laying on a cot now, and you were next to him. Why were you there? When did you get there? Words seemed to jumble up inside his head. Breathing became harder as he heard you say his name.

"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. The save a wretch like me." They sang as the shots fired for him. He watched as they folded his flag. The Coruscant emblem with the GAR emblem in the right corner. Cody held you close as you sang. Rex had always loved it when you sang. He must love it now, Cody thought as a sneaky tear rolled sown his cheek. Gods he must be laughing right now, watching grown men cry over him. Hell he must be having a blast. It made Cody smile thinking about it.

He smiled as a tear dripped down his cheek. Holding your hand in his good one the words suddenly starting to make sense. "I'm so sorry for what I did, I didn't meant to make you mad. Please Cody don't you leave me too. I'm afraid of being alone." You sobbed holding his hand.

"But you're not alone, yeah I may be leaving you. But my caring will always stay for you, as will so many others. I should yelled at you. It wasn't your fault, never had been. I was just so mad. I'm sure you could understand." He whispers to you. "Be to honest, I'm scared to be alone too."

"Then why leave me?" You sob.

“When someone leaves your life, those exits are not made equal. Some are beautiful and poetic and satisfying. Others are abrupt and unfair. But most are just unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy.” He breathes out, feeling his eyes grow heavy. "But as long as you remember them, you'll never be alone." His smile was bright as he cupped your cheek softly. You leaned into his touch. "I was an honor... Sir..." He slurred as he finally let go.

#cody x rex #sad #sw

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littlenoona · 5 years

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You need us: The Forced Reconciliation.

You need us: The Buried Secret.

You need us: The Torturous Truth.

You need us: The Forced Reconciliation.

Summary: Your relationship with the 7 heads turn toxic.

Warnings: Character death, kidnapping, drugging, torture, blood, violence, reference to raping(no actual rape or description of it appears, someone is just being disgusting), basically this chapter is full of shit and triggers, reader beware.

Genre: Angst, minimal fluff.

Pairing: DomMafia!OT7 x Reader(F).

Word Count: 13,928.

A/N: In this chapter you will be referred to as F/N by some characters, which will stand for Fake Name - I haven’t really proof proofread it, so I’m sorry if you find mistakes.

Masterlist.

A year - 365 days - 8760 hours.

Today marked the anniversary of you leaving your old life behind, along with 7 men you used to trust with your life.

You sighed deeply as you stared out over the cliff you had been coming to ever day since that day - it was your place of serenity. You could see the entirety of the city from here, you could feel the fresh air flowing through your hair, the smell of nature filling your senses.

Considering yourself lucky that the 7 heads hadn’t found you yet, or maybe they hadn’t even tried looking, you closed your eyes and let your mind clear of today’s problems.

Moving across the country, to the very outskirts wasn’t easy - it was even harder doing so while your world laid shattered around you.

The 7 heads of the organisation had taught you how to disappear should you ever need to, in case something ever happened to them - never in your wildest dreams had you imagined that you would use those abilities on vanishing from the very men that took care of you.

You felt your throat hurt as it expanded in preparation for the tears that you so desperately tried to push away day in and day out, your eyes stinging as your heart ached, never fully healing from the holes they had left behind, nor did you ever think it was going to.

Dying your hair a different colour, wearing contacts to cover your eye colour and more often than not, wearing clothes that were way too big and not your style, you didn’t even resemble yourself anymore - you felt like you had lost yourself as well.

You went by a new name, a new birth date and a new birth city, you claim that you were adopted, that you were an only child and your adoptive parents had died in a car crash when you were younger, leaving you with nothing left, it avoided people asking you any further questions about anything as they often didn’t want to invade your privacy and the whole story kind of made them uncomfortable, just as you wanted it.

Withdrawing all the money from your accounts and closing them down, you pulled your roots from the ground and relocated - an unknown guy in the underground system providing you with the necessary documents to obtain a new identity.

He wasn’t affiliated with the organisation and he assured you that he would never expose you, as he hadn’t so many times before for many other clients. You trusted him, more so because you told him that if you were ever found by unwanted people, you would come looking for him with a taste of blood on your tongue.

Hearing an engine behind you and dirt being tossed by the tires attached to it you opened your eyes to look back, only to see the car pass by without stopping - thank god.

Your eyes returned to the lights of the city, the darkness of the night falling down to ease everyone into the void of slumber, not that you had experienced much of it lately, a certain unease in your chest and stomach preventing you from fully submitting to your sleep, every twig breaking, every wind gush, every cat howl waking you in the dead of night, covered in sweat.

It was probably best that you head home, before one of the old ladies in the houses around you called the police, stating there was a stranger by the cliffs, despite having been here every day for a year, they didn’t seem to remember you - just as well, being remembered wasn’t something you wanted.

Jumping off the hood of your car, you walked around it and opened the door to get in, turning the key in the ignition, the growl of the engine awakening providing little comfort. You missed your old car, but you couldn’t risk keeping it in case the heads could track it.

Backing out of the small spot you turned your nose towards your apartment, a small and cosy place in a neighbourhood you had only heard good things about - the people living there were friendly, they always wanted to help and you always offered help to them, it was a small community that had you feel some sense of home.

The majority of your neighbours were your age, busy lives, busy families, busy jobs, though they always found time to smile, how they managed you couldn’t ever figure out, even less so since all you wanted to do every day was curl up on your bed and hope you didn’t open your eyes again.

Turning your car into your street you saw the faded lights of every apartment, people settled in for the night, watching TV, playing games, talking, some maybe even working, studying.

You turned your car off, got out and locked it behind you, walking towards your door, the air down here a little warmer compared to the cliff, as to be expected you hummed to yourself.

Pulling your keys from your pocket you unlocked the door, closing it behind you before you started twisting the multiple locks you had on the inside - pulling the Glock from the holster you had attached to your stomach, placing it on the table next to the door with a deep sigh as you flicked the light switch on the wall.

You don’t even remember when you started carrying a weapon around, you never used to before, you hadn’t even used one previously, but when you moved here you took lessons, you bought one and you even took martial arts classes, Krav Maga specifically.

Dragging your feet out of your shoes you brushed your hand through your hair as you stood in front of the mirror in your entrance, your nose smelling something familiar, but not something that was meant to be in your apartment.

Sniffing a few extra times you couldn’t quite place your finger on it, but it was out of place and it made you feel uneasy.

You picked your Glock off of the table again, treading carefully as you walked through your apartment, checking your bedroom first which was right next to the front door, peaking your head in to look around - nothing.

Standing by the door to your bedroom you could see your kitchen, nothing that you could spot there either.

Walking towards the kitchen, the living room became more and more visible, a light emitting from it that you knew you hadn’t left on when you went out this morning.

You continued to tread carefully sideways, holding your Glock at arm's length, ready to use it should you need to, the edge of the sofa coming into view as you continued your near silent steps.

Feeling your chest run cold and the pace of your heart increase, you saw a figure sitting in the centre of your sofa, their face slightly illuminated by the light on the table next to them, their dark hair draped over their face, wearing a white dress shirt with a few open buttons and black slacks - their head lifting to look at you as you came into full view.

Your entire body started shaking and you could barely keep the weapon in your hands up, your eyes widening at the face in front of you, feeling like all the air in your lungs had been ripped from you.

“Hey noona.” Jungkook spoke softly with a small smile.

Your mouth fell ajar, repeated no’s going through your head.

“I almost couldn’t recognise you.” he continued.

Desperately trying to keep the weapon in your hands steady and pointed at him, you wanted answers.

“How did you find me?” your words shook.

He stood up from the sofa with a smile knowing you wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger, “I admit you did really well, noona, it was hard, but we’ve got our ways, you know that.”

“Why are you here?” you breathed, trying to gain control of yourself as the first tear fell down your cheek.

“We need to talk. I was the only one we were sure you wouldn’t shoot on sight, so here I am.” he stated, his smile disappearing from his features.

“What makes you think I won’t still shoot you?” you hesitantly spoke, your brows furrowed.

“Because my family wasn’t involved in the bloodshed of yours.” he sighed.

“I’m not interested in anything you have to say. Please leave. Now.” you spoke harshly.

“Please just listen to me, noona.” his voice softened as he stepped closer to you.

“Get out!” you yelled, pointing your Glock at him, moving back as he came closer.

He sighed but continued to walk towards you until your back met the wall behind you, placing his hand on your weapon, taking it from your hands so easily, your body frozen in terror.

“We both know you won’t use this.” he whispered, placing the weapon on the table next to you, his gaze never leaving yours, “I’ve missed you so much..”

You averted your eyes from his black ones, “Please don’t, Jungkook.”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, like it was going to burst through your rib cage - he was so close to you, the smell of his cologne finding its way to your nose, his body heat reaching your skin, his muscular build towering over you, making you feel so small, his soft yet intimidating facial features sending memories flashing through your mind of every moment you’ve tasted him, felt him, come undone in his arms.

He was tearing you apart - your eyes glazing over and stinging as the tears started falling.

“Hey..” he cooed, “Why are you crying?” his hand coming up towards your cheek, presumably to wipe the tears away.

Your mind went into overdrive, grabbing at anything and everything to remove yourself from the situation, you couldn’t handle this, your heart ached, your body was shaking, the lump in your throat expanding enough to make you feel like you couldn’t breathe.

Flickering your eyes up to meet his, you could barely make yourself audible, “Swing Set.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, his movements stopped immediately, he had never heard you use your safe word before and he had always hoped he never would.

Leaving him surprised you took the only chance you knew you would have, your hands moving quickly towards his chest, your palms hitting him, leaving him to stumble backwards at your push - grabbing the weapon on the table next to you, instantly positioning it under your chin, watching as his features turned from surprise to fear.

“If I can’t shoot you, I can shoot myself..” you choked.

“Noona.. Please..” Jungkook spoke softly, “Don't..”

“Leave.” you spoke with a stern voice, your eyes boring into his.

“Just-” he tried, but you instantly interrupted him.

“Now!” you spoke louder, your finger finding the trigger on your weapon, threatening him.

He sighed deeply, his shoulders slouching as he finally agreed, not saying another word when he walked towards your door, opening it but looking back at you one last time with clear pain in his expression before he disappeared into the darkness again, just as quickly as he had appeared.

You leaned back against the wall behind you, putting your weapon on the table, realising and trying to comprehend what had just transpired.

It felt like someone had punched you repeatedly in the chest, barely able to catch your breath, a deep suctioning feeling in your stomach, your body shaking from the adrenaline running through you - you bent over, trying to recover resting your hands on your knees, your body feeling weak.

This was bad.

‘How did they find me?’ was all that was running through your head, ‘How was it possible?’ you had changed your appearance, gotten a new name, changed your style.

Fuck.

You needed to calm down, you needed someone to be here with you, you felt unsafe.

You pulled out your phone, opening the messages to the only person you currently trusted, you were still deceiving them, they didn't know your real name or your previous life, but they were the only one you had let in, the only one you had let come close to you.

21:24 You: Hey. I know it's late, but can you come over?

21:25 Jae-ho: Sure. Is everything okay?

21:26 You: Yeah - just a visit from the past that has gotten me a little upset.

21:26 Jae-ho: I'll be there in 10.

You locked your phone and put it back in your pocket, looking at your pistol on the table, quickly grabbing it, walking towards your bedroom to put it into your bedside table.

He probably shouldn't see it.

You sat down by the dining table, waiting patiently for him to arrive, knowing he was probably speeding beyond belief as he always did.

He was a thrill, a forbidden fruit you hadn't allowed yourself to indulge. You weren't in love with him but you were extremely attracted to him, he was handsome and a "bad boy" but without the danger attached to him.

He was, a safe place where you could get the excitement you used to with the 7 heads, but without the killing and threats from other organisations.

You'd been out driving at high speeds, late nights of roaming the town like teenagers, he made you forget everything, even if it was only for a little while.

Thinking back he had wiggled himself into your life despite you trying to keep him at bay, acting cold towards him, declining his kind gestures and offers and yet he persisted.

You knew pretty much everything about him, but he knew little about you and you intended to keep it that way - it wasn't like he hadn't asked but when you showed clear discomfort about the questions he asked, he often just pulled away from them, changing the subject, reassuring you that you didn't need to tell him anything, that he just wished for you to be okay and if that meant him not knowing, then so be it.

Finding common interests you had no problem maintaining a conversation with him for hours on end, it filled you with a sense of relief and comfort, a small remedy for the gaping hole in your heart and soul.

The rapid knocking on the door bounced you back to reality, your body quickly springing into action as you stood up and practically ran to the door to greet him.

You opened the door, finding Jae-hoe's emerald green eyes, his black hair lying in separated strands around his face, wet looking, he had probably just showered and planned to go to bed when you texted him - a black oversized t-shirt draped over his large torso, a pair of ripped jeans hugging his legs tightly.

"Hey F/N." he spoke softly with his deep voice, his eyes studying your red eyes, realising you had been crying he instantly reached his arms out to you, wrapping around you and pulling you close as he stepped into your apartment, closing the door behind him with his foot.

You buried your face in his chest, a small relief for your soul, but not the ache soothing hug your body were begging for - no one could ever give you that, no one except the 7 heads and you hated that.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his hand moving up to the top of your head, gently combing through your hair, "It's unlike you to let anyone see you cry, even me."

"Mhm.." you hummed into him, but you both knew you weren't okay and you were questioning yourself if you were ever going to be.

"Let's sit down and get you something to drink." he tried to sound cheerful, trying to remind you that things were going to be okay.

He stepped away from you, his hand cupping your cheek for a moment, his thumb caressing your skin before he stepped past you and into your kitchen, reaching up to grab a glass, your feet automatically following suit behind him.

As he put the glass under the flowing water it dimmed the wild sound, the only sound apart from your own still somewhat rapid breathing in your entire apartment, your eyes avoiding his figure - you didn't want him to see you like this but you also needed him here.

'Need.' you scoffed internally, 'I hate needing people.'

Jae-ho handed you the glass, the coldness of it sending spikes through your skin as you lifted it up to your lips, drinking a good amount to avoid a headache that would surely come your way if you didn't.

You put the glass down on the counter top, sighing deeply, opening your mouth to speak, but you were interrupted by several knocks on the door again - your head turned to the source of the sound, your eyes pinning, a sinking feeling in your stomach setting in.

Did Jungkook come back?

You looked at Jae-ho quickly, offering a soft smile as reassurance before you walked towards the door.

“Are you expecting anyone else?” Jae-ho questioned.

“No.” you confirmed, trying to sound as calm as possible.

You cursed yourself for putting your Glock in your bedside table and not the table by the door as you always did, if this was an unwanted guest, you were fucked.

Opening the door, an unfamiliar face came into view - he was bald, dressed in a suit, on the heavy side, black eyes and stubble across his chin and cheeks.

“Can I help you?” you questioned sweetly.

“Y/N?” the man spoke clearly with a deep voice.

A shock of cold was sent through your body, your eyes widening at his use of your real name. How? Shit!

“I’m sorry, I don’t know anyone by that name, I’m F/N. I’ve lived here for a year.” you confirmed, your heart racing in your chest, the palms of your hands becoming damp.

He held up a picture beside your face, his eyes flickering between it and your face, “Then why do you look like her and why was Jungkook here?” he asked with an evil grin.

You withdrew yourself from the door quickly, slamming it but the man on the other side held it open with his foot, shouting something that was muddled by Jae-ho’s worried yells, several other footsteps approaching at an alarming speed.

Multiple men broke through the door, Jae-ho running towards you as you fell backwards, but one of the large men wrapped his arms around your waist, dragging you back through the door, Jae-ho desperately trying to get to you when a loud sound rung through the apartment, a white flash in front of your eyes and then his movements stilled, his body going limp as blood started pouring from his forehead and he fell lifeless to the floor, his eyes losing their vibrant colour.

You screamed at the top of your lungs until no air was left, tears streaming down your cheeks, your vision blurry as you continued to fight against the man holding onto you, your arms thrashing in every direction, your legs kicking in equally frantic motions - you threw your head back, hitting the man holding you resulting in a loud cracking noise.

“Drug her, god damnit!” he yelled at another man before several came up to you, holding your limbs still as one of them pulled out a needle and pierced the skin of your upper arm.

Your body became weak, your muscles relaxing despite several attempts to use them, your head getting heavy, your eyes closing, your conscious screaming for you to stay alert, but no part of you would listen.

A hand placed on your shoulder rocking you from side to side violently awoke you from your forced slumber, your body jerking alive as you took in your surroundings with wide eyes - your ass firmly placed on a hard wooden chair, your arms behind your back, zip ties around your wrists.

A warehouse, barely anything around except stacks of boxes and wooden pallets - it looked run down, rusty, the windows high up by the ceiling broken, the doors wide and made of thin metal.

A large man came to stand in front of you, unlike the others around, he was muscular, tall, well kept, shaven, black hair slicked back with piercing black eyes, his jawline sharp, his suit a dark blue, expensive.

He eyed you up and down, turning to the lackeys that had brought you here, “Are you sure it’s her?” he questioned them all.

“Yes, sir.” one of them nodded, his nose bandaged, must’ve been the one you threw your head back into, his nose probably broken, a small smirk on your lips as you looked at him, happy that you had caused some damage, the area around his eyes clearly swollen, “Jungkook was at her apartment and she has the same features as the picture you gave us. Her hair is dyed and she was wearing contacts, but it’s definitely her.

“Very well.” the muscular man spoke, turning his attention to you, “I’m not going to give you my name, for my own safety, I’m sure you can understand, but for now you can call me Bale.”

“How about I call you fuckface instead?” you growled at him.

“Cute.” he smiled, “I wish I had a woman in my life as loyal as you, or at least as loyal as I think you are, but let’s put that to the test, shall we?”

He leaned forward, his face close to yours, his aftershave tickling your nose, a smell, nay, a stench you didn’t like, “Where are they?”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” you shrugged.

“Okay.” he voiced, clearly not impressed with your lack of answers, “I’m a busy man, I’m sure you can understand that and I really don’t have time for this, either you can tell me where they are or I can leave you with these lovely men and they’ll eventually get the answers anyway.”

You should be scared, you know you should, but you weren’t, you knew you weren’t going to die in this warehouse, they wouldn’t dare kill you, you were too valuable to them alive, but pain, pain was coming your way for sure.

“Fuck you.” you smirked, collecting the saliva in your mouth you spat on his suit.

“Ah well.” he shrugged, turning on his heels to walk away, “She’s all yours boys.”

The 3 of them stood still, waiting until Bale was out of the warehouse and completely out of sight, the sound of a car leaving quickly not soon after the steel door slid shut.

“I wouldn’t mind a few hours alone with her, before we rough her up.” one of the men spoke, a smirk on his face, his hand going down to rub his member through his slacks.

A hand from another man quickly pushed against his shoulder, “We’ve got no time for that shit, maybe if you treated your wife better she’d let you fuck her some more.” he laughed.

The third man joined in, teasing the first, “Maybe it’s because he doesn’t satisfy her enough, so she doesn’t see the point in letting him roll around on her, groaning like a whale?” the two men joined in laughter, the first not particularly enjoying the topic at hand.

You took the time to study their bodies for any obvious marks, tattoos, features that you’d be able to remember, should you ever find them again, something the 7 heads had taught you to do, no matter what was happening around you, look for things, things that will help you, a way out, a feature to remember, a discarded weapon, weaknesses, anything.

The first man had a small cross on his hand between his index finger and thumb, red in colour, a mole under his right eye.

The second man had a scar going across his neck, quite visible, old, probably couldn’t heal properly and would remain the same for the rest of his life, in addition he was missing one of his canine teeth, left one

The third man was missing a pinky on his right hand and had, what looked like, a small moon tattooed on his chest, between his collarbones.

Their laughter died down, turning their attention to you, your furrowed brows softening as you realised your pain was impending - you kept talking to yourself, just keep remembering what the 7 heads had taught you, you were going to be okay, just keep focused.

You will get out of this alive.

The man with the small cross tattoo on his hand squatted down in front of you, looking up at you with a smirk on his face, “We won’t touch that pretty face of yours.” he then eyed you up and down, “The rest of you however, is free game.”

‘Don’t show them fear, don’t show them they’ve got the upper hand, even if they do.’ you heard Yoongi’s voice in your head.

“I’ve probably been fucked harder than what you’re going to do.” you sneered with a smirk.

“Oooh, you gonna take that kind of back talk from this little girl?” the man with the scar across his neck laughed.

“No, I’m not.” he growled, standing up, his hand going to the back of your neck, grabbing a lump of your hair, forcing your head back as his other hand tightened into a fist and he punched you in the stomach.

You leaned forward, all of the air in your lungs exhaled, a sharp pain throbbing inside you - you tried to take a breath to get the air back but all you could do was cough.

“Tell us where they are!” he yelled.

You didn’t respond, you didn’t let out a single sound - you could feel the anger rise in the 3 men, they wanted the 7 heads, they wanted to please their boss, they wanted blood on their hands.

‘Cunts.’ you mumbled internally, ‘Not through me.’

“There’s only more to come.” the man with the moon between his collarbones snickered, sticking his hand into the pocket of his slacks, pulling out an all black switchblade, pressing the button on the side, the blade appearing in a matter of milliseconds.

Every muscle in your body tensed as he approached you, a wicked flame in his eyes - he got off on this. His figure overshadowed you, bending down, his blade running smoothly up your thigh, closer and closer to your core, your eyes following it tensely.

He dug the very tip of it into your flesh, blood trickling slowly out from the pierced skin, “Even an indication of where they are would be good enough.” he whispered, “Be a good girl and tell me.”

Your eyes snapped from his blade to his eyes, “A good girl?”

“Yes.” he grinned, “For me.”

You smiled softly, “You haven’t earned the right to call me that.” you rushed your head forward, your forehead hitting the bridge of his nose, his large body stumbling back, the blade in your skin dragging along your thigh, leaving a large open wound, blood pouring out from it, the sting causing a loud groan to leave you.

“You stupid whore!” he growled, his leg lifting, the sole of his foot meeting your chest as he kicked you back, your chair falling backwards, your body hitting the cold pavement below with force, your eyes closing on impact, your jaw clenching at the pain.

He instantly pulled you back up by your shirt, blood running from his nose, his muscles tense with anger, his eyes piercing yours.

‘If you know they need you alive, make them think you’re insane, that they cannot break you, that you’re already broken.’ Namjoon’s voice rung in your head.

“Someone’s bleeding. Can’t handle a real woman, can you?” you laughed wickedly at him with your whole chest.

“Bitch is losing it.” the man with the cross tattoo uttered.

They spent hours beating you, cutting you, yelling at you, depriving you of water, the pool of blood below the chair growing by the minute, your clothes soaked, sweat forming on every part of your skin, pain shooting through you from every corner of your limbs.

Repeatedly asking the same questions, you stopped responding, your head hanging low as they continued to torture you - Where are they? Why can’t we find them? What are their weaknesses? Who often goes alone?

Your mind clocked out.

‘Remove yourself from the situation, go to your safe place. Imagine yourself somewhere else, somewhere you can’t be hurt, remember that place, somewhere you love.’ Jungkook’s voice whispered, ‘With people you love.’

The safe place had always been the 7 heads, you didn’t have a safe place anymore, you had to think of one on the spot, somewhere you felt happy, somewhere you had peace, space - the cliff, the view of the city, the silence, the wind flowing through your hair, playing softly with you, a place you had repeatedly gone for so long, the only place you felt something other than hurt.

One of the men grabbed the hair on the back of your head, pulling it back, forcing you to look up at him, all of them having melted into the same person now, your mind too tired to distinguish them, your eyes giving out, your body feeling weak from the loss of blood.

“Why are you still protecting them?!” he sneered.

A question you hadn’t asked yourself, a question you were scared of, a question you didn’t want to answer. Why were you protecting them? Why didn’t you give them up? Let them fight their own battles?

‘Don’t think it.’ you sobbed to yourself, ‘Don’t say it.’

Your eyes grew blurry, a faint and familiar sting in the corners, a twist of your heart as he let go of your hair and your head fell forwards again, limp like the rest of your body.

‘Conserve your energy.’ Hoseok’s smile beamed in your thoughts, ‘Don’t waste it on things that are not essential, let it accumulate to repair your body, for your escape.’

“It’s nearly morning.” one of the men sighed, “Let’s go home, recover and continue tomorrow.”

Another confirmed, “Let one of the newbies watch her for tonight.”

Your mind blackened and awoke repeatedly - between consciousness the 3 men had disappeared and a younger man had appeared, sitting by the wall not far from you, his own eyes seeming heavy, maybe even heavier than yours.

‘Be aware of your surroundings but don’t let them know that you are.’ Jin hummed to you, ‘Use it to your advantage.’

The young man wasn’t able to see your eyes, your hair acting as a shield in front of them, though you should see him through the strands, noticing how he was closing his eyes for longer and longer periods at a time.

Your eyes flickered over to the wall opposite you, a low and broken window - a possible way out, low enough for you to get out, wooden pallets in front of it, a shield from the man's view. You continued to look around, if there was no broken glass by that window, you needed a back up, something sharp to help you with the zip ties around your wrists, you needed your arms free.

Searching the warehouse with as little movement as possible, you saw no apparent glass for you to use, your heart frantically beating in your chest the more you looked.

Nothing. Shit.

You looked over at the young man, his eyes now fully shut, his breathing had slowed down, his body relaxed.

Now's your chance.

‘Assess your situation, noona!’ Taehyung growled, ‘Do you need to be quiet or do you need to be loud? Can you be fast or do you need to be slow?’

Quiet. Slow. Take it easy. Don’t rush it.

You tensed your legs, lifting yourself from the chair, careful not to move it, careful not to make a single noise, controlling your breathing as much as was humanly possible, the pain protruding from your every wound and bruise only increasing the difficulty.

Positioning the soles of your feet carefully, treading as if on glass, you could barely hear yourself sneak, the closer you got to the window, the more desperate you grew.

‘Please, please, please.’ you pleaded whatever force in the world that could possibly help you.

The wooden pallets were within reach, just a little further and you could turn the corner of them - you stopped dead in your tracks, looking back for a single second to ensure you were still undetected.

Sure enough, the young man was still sleeping.

You turned the corner of the pallets, a relief rushing through you as glass came into view - there wasn’t much room between the wall and the pallets, barely enough for you to walk over the glass and bend down to grab a piece.

The glass in the palm of your hand nearly cut through your skin as you held it tight, worried you were going to drop it, rubbing it against the plastic of your ties, the adrenaline in your veins picking up speed, the throb of your heart felt in your open wounds.

A small snap was heard as the ties finally broke, a shock sent through you because of it, worried the sound might’ve caused the man to stir and awaken you took no chances, grabbing a hold of the edge of the window, ignoring the small triangular pieces of glass still situated on it digging into your fingers as you pulled yourself up, your leg swinging up on the ledge too to support you, finally falling through it and into the open space beside the warehouse.

‘Find us.’ Jimin’s voice lulled you, ‘We will help you, protect you, no matter what.’

You barely managed to see anything around you and figure out where you were before you heard a loud voice behind you.

“Hey!” a young voice called.

No time, run!

Your gained traction the dirt, quickly obtaining speed you pointed yourself towards anything that had lights, anything that looked like part of the city, you didn’t have time to turn around and see if the other way was better, you just needed to get away from this warehouse and whoever was in it or near it.

Through grass, trees, the outskirts of the city, weaving in and out between small houses, until you finally reached a part that you recognised. You stopped for a moment, catching your breath, nothing more than pants were extracted from you, your lungs burning, your mouth prickly and dry.

Come on. Keep going. Not far.

As much as you didn’t want to, you knew you had to go where your feet hadn’t been in a year, for now, it was a place you needed to go, but the closer you got to the building, the angrier you got, the more hurt coursed through you, the more you remembered.

Jae-ho. Your family. The games. The deception. The lies!

Reaching the stairs leading to the building, the guard noticed you, the same guard that had always been there, you didn’t even glance at him, his figure clearly unsure whether he should stop you or let you through, ultimately deciding against preventing you from entering, clearly the 7 heads hadn’t revoked your permission to come into the building.

Pressing the button of the elevator like it was second nature, waiting for it to arrive, your thoughts running rampage in your head - the elevator finally coming down, letting you in as if nothing had ever changed, taking you to the top floor, your eyes stinging at the overwhelming amount of emotions you were feeling, everything crashing down on you all at once.

You came here for protection, but your intentions had changed.

Storming through the hallway, through the door and into the office, your footsteps loudly echoing through the silent space around you. Turning the corner, your eyes met those of the 6 heads, your head twisting to your right to find Jungkook’s, his figure standing tall in surprise at your dishevelled look, his mouth gaping.

Your eyes burned with rage and tears as you stepped close to him, raising your hand immediately, swinging it towards him, the skin of it meeting his cheek in a slap that rung loudly through the office - Jimin instantly moving close to you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you away from Jungkook.

“They found me because of you!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, your body burning with hate, Jimin struggling to keep you under control, your every muscle fighting against him, “I was tortured because of you!”

Jungkook’s head hung low, his hand placed on the cheek you had slapped, his eyes staring at the floor.

“My friend was murdered, because of you!” you continued yelling, your heart feeling like it was going to give out at any second, your eyes peering at the rest of the heads, standing puzzled around you, “Was my family not enough for you?!”

Taehyung quickly moved to Jungkook to make sure he was okay while Namjoon moved to you, his eyes inspecting your body, the bruises, the cuts, your ruined clothing, Jimin’s arms around your torso softening slightly as you stopped fighting against him.

“What did you tell them?” Yoongi questioned.

You didn’t even look in his direction, he didn’t deserve your attention, a loud scoff leaving you at his incredibly stupid question, “Does it fucking look like I told them anything?” you growled.

“Hoseok-hyung, could you grab the first aid kit? We need to clean her wounds and she needs stitches too.” Namjoon spoke as he sat down on his knees in front of you, inspecting the multiple deep cuts on your legs.

“There’s no need, I’ll do it myself when I get to a hotel.” you spoke as you tried to get out of Jimin’s hold to leave, but he wasn’t letting go of you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but we can’t let you leave again, especially not if someone is trying to use you to get to us.” Jin stepped forward, his voice soft as if trying to soothe you into not feeling trapped in their world again.

“W-what?” you hesitated, not really believing they were actually going to keep you here against your will, turning your head to look at Jin, wanting him to confirm his words to you again.

“I’m sorry..” he spoke again, tilting his head to the side, his features turning gentle and apologetic.

“No, you can’t do this..” you scoffed, half a smile on your features, sincerely hoping he was joking, but his averting gaze spoke loud and clear to you, your body fighting against Jimin’s hold again, leaning forward, thrashing against him, “No! You can’t do this!” you yelled, Namjoon quickly moving away from you to avoid your movements.

“Let me go!” you screamed, desperately pushing your arms away from your body and against Jimin’s, hoping he wouldn’t be able to keep his grip on you, lifting your legs off the ground, thrashing them around to see if he would accidentally let go.

Nothing worked - his grip on you never loosening.

You stood still, your head hanging low, your hair covering your face as you realised you weren’t going to get out of his hold by fighting against him, you had to be smarter than that, smarter than him because he was stronger than you.

Planting your feet firmly on the ground you let out a small breath, pushing yourself to the side and towards the wall, turning so Jimin’s back hit the wall and his arms finally released you, a loud groan leaving him behind you in pain, your toes digging into the soles of your shoes as you gained traction on the floor and ran out into the hallway, your shoulder hitting the emergency stairway door with a loud thud, a pair of loud running steps behind you following you closely.

You kept your eyes facing straight ahead, focusing on the stairs below you, focusing on jumping down the stairs and not falling, shocks repeatedly sent through your feet as they met the hard pavement.

“Y/N!” Hoseok yelled behind you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, small sweat beads forming on your temples and soaking into your hair as you tried as fast as you could to get to the bottom of the building and out of their reach - the adrenaline in your body expanding your veins to allow your blood to pump faster, almost hurting you, the fear piled in your stomach creating what felt like a black hole sucking the life from you.

Turning corner after corner in the stairwell you started seeing Hoseok in the peripheral of your eye as you turned, knowing he was gaining on you, he was faster than you.

The stinging pain in your throat was increasing every second, your lungs hurting trying to keep up with the pace you were holding, the tips of your fingers tingling.

Jumping the last few steps, you nearly fell, your shoulder hitting the exit door with extreme force, face twisted in pain your eyes meeting the opening of the basement car park, your freedom, your legs never stopping their movements.

That’s when you felt it, something in your hair tugging you back lightly before an arm wrapped around your waist as well and you were stopped dead in your tracks.

“No!” you screamed, the sound echoing through the empty lot.

Hoseok’s hand let go of your hair and instead wrapped around your chest, capturing your arms, turning you around, pushing you against the wall next to the exit door.

“Let me go!” you screamed.

“I will! Just fucking listen to me!” he yelled back, his grip on you tightening.

You put your forehead against the hard surface of the wall, relaxing your body in his hold, your rapid and shallow pants filling the air along with his.

“We didn’t know, okay? We didn’t know..” he panted into the back of your neck, “We didn’t know about our fathers and your family until a year before you left.. Our fathers left us in charge of the organisation so everything they would want done after leaving, had to go through us.”

“Why should I believe you?” you spoke softly.

“Just listen!” he growled, your body flinching at his change of voice, listening as he continued, “They came in one late night, you were with Jungkook at his house, he never knew anything about this until the night we asked you to go to dinner with Won-Shik, his family was never involved in this.”

Hoseok buried his face in your neck, his voice faint and broken, “They ordered a hit on you.”

You felt your heart drop, your eyes widening at his statement, “W-what?”

“They dropped a file on Jin’s desk, watching as he opened it, saw your pictures and a short description of you, where you would be and how they wanted it done. He stood up and asked what it was about, they refused to tell us to begin with, but eventually they did.” he paused with a sigh, “They told us everything. They told us that you were the only one left and they wanted it finished so it could never come back to them.”

“You didn’t do it..” you whispered, turning your head slightly to the side, your cheek meeting the softness of his hair.

“We explained who you are, how loyal you were to us, how you had been with us for years before they even found out you were still alive, that you had helped us so many times, been an asset to the organisation.” his voice broke as he whispered, “How much we love you.”

He lifted his head, you could see his eyes were glazed over and red, “You don’t need us, Y/N. We need you.” Hoseok’s grip on you loosened, his arms slowly moving from you to hang against his own sides, letting you go.

You turned around, looking at him, your eyes flickering between his, searching for any indication that he was lying, almost begging that he was lying to you, but you couldn’t find anything - he hung his head, closing his eyes, letting his tears drop as you stepped past him and walked away.

Your heart writhed in your chest as the distance between you and Hoseok, ultimately all of the men, grew wider, your eyes stinging, your throat expanding, barely able to breathe despite reaching the road outside, the cold air of the night hitting your skin ruthlessly.

‘No time to break down, no time to cry, no time to think, not now.’ you thought to yourself as your legs picked up the pace and you found yourself walking towards the hotels around the industrial estate, there was a unit close to there where Ae-Cha kept her emergency pack, it will have all the things you need, a new identity, some money, clothes and keys to a car not far away.

There are very few hotels around the city that does not ask for your name or proof of identity, specifically because of the large crime organisations around, whether it be because they want to protect people trying to get away or because they want to protect themselves matters little to you, one of them will be your safe space tonight.

Reaching the small unit, you located the key at the back of it, under a small broken piece of the frame - quickly opening the door you begged the bag was still there and she hadn’t used it.

It was.

Quickly grabbing it, you left the door open and they key in it, not caring if anyone noticed, when she would eventually come to check up on it she would know it was gone and she would replace it.

The hotel you had chosen wasn’t far from where the unit was, it was medium sized, quite nice and, despite being a get away for a lot of criminals that just wanted a quiet life, had a lot of reviews and stars on their website, presumably from tourists that didn’t know any better.

Hidden away between restaurants the only give away that it was the place you were looking for was the large blood red flower above the entrance, with a small sign beside the door reading: 꽃 (kkoch). It gave no indication of how large the hotel actually was as it masked itself into the buildings.

You stepped through the door, the bag heavy on your shoulder as you reached the reception, an older man greeting you with a soft smile, his eyes looking like they had seen heaven and hell, his grey hair lying in small curls on the top of his head.

“1 bedroom, please, for an unknown amount of time.” you asked kindly.

His eyes gazed down your body, taking in your dishevelled clothes, the cuts and bruises on your legs - but he didn’t question it, he simply nodded as he turned and reached for a key, handing it to you.

You reached into the bag, pulling out a bundle of cash, wanting to pay for the first night up front, which was usually what you needed to do when you didn’t give your name, but the man waved his hand, stopping you.

“Please, just take care of yourself.” he spoke softly, you bowed to him and took the key before you walked through the building, towards your room for the night.

As you reached the door, you thanked whatever force had made sure there were no people in the hallways while you walked to your room - putting the key into the hole you walked through it quickly, closing it behind you, resting your back against it as you dropped the bag next to you and slid onto the floor.

Your thoughts caught up with you and you were finally in a place where you could process everything, a somewhat safe place that allowed you to think.

Though all you achieved was a heart wrenching in your chest and teary eyes - you almost wish Hoseok hadn't told you anything, it made everything feel worse.

If he was telling the truth that is, but what did he have to gain from lying to you? He had already lost you and was willing to let you go as long as you listened to him, he could've taken you back inside, protected him, you and the other heads, but he didn't.

Why?

You sobbed silently, your eyes piercing the ceiling above you, the tears flowing freely down your cheeks. You knew why you had protected them, you knew why you went to see them, you knew exactly why you were aching, even before all of this had happened.

You still loved them.

Despite all of it, despite what had happened, you were so utterly lost without them, Hoseok’s words only sent you further into the darkness you had entered when you left them a year ago.

Rubbing your face free of tears, you took a deep breath, ‘Get up, you bitch.’ you growled at yourself, ‘Take a shower, you stink, clean your wounds before they get infected.’

Your inside voice wasn’t always as harsh, but time hadn’t been nice to you.

Standing up, you discarded your clothes, the dried blood ripping your skin, your face wincing in pain for every bit you had to rip - dropping them in the bin by the mini fridge you walked towards the bathroom, turning on the shower, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes were swollen and puffy, your cheeks equally so, your hair bunched up and in knots, ‘A mess.’ you sighed, ‘But a living one.’

The mirror slowly started fogging up, so you turned and stepped into the shower, not pulling the curtain to cover yourself, you wanted to be able to see the door, not that you thought anyone would enter, but, for good reason, you were on edge.

Hot water ran over your broken body, removing the outer layer of today's past, but it wasn’t a day you were going to forget for a long time, no, you’d probably remember it until the day you died.

Looking at the small complementary shampoo bottle in the shower, you found a little fun in something so seemingly dull, pondering how angry people with really long hair got every time they saw these tiny things as they stepped into the shower?

You picked it up, squeezing a good amount in your hand, ruffling it through your hair, quickly washing your body before you washed it out and got out of the shower.

As much as you wanted to stay in the warm stream of water, you were much too tired - grabbing the towel hanging on the wall, drying yourself off, walking back into the room to rummage through the bag you had stolen to see what clothing was available.

A black t-shirt and a pair of black underwear, that would do you for the night - not like you had to look good for anyone, you just had to recharge.

Grabbing a small first aid kit in the bag, you bandaged your larger cuts, putting plasters on the smaller ones, you didn’t want to bleed on the nice old man’s sheets - none of them really needed stitches, or at least you just didn’t care enough to endure more pain today, despite a needle and string readily available in the kit.

You stepped towards the bed, grabbing the duvet, throwing it back, quickly plopping yourself onto the mattress of the single bed, it was a little hard, but your body did not care, not tonight.

Trying to fight the thoughts, you closed your eyes, begging for your mind to let your soul rest - no more aching, please.

The thick duvet draped around your body, kept you warm in what seemed like an all too cold room, seeming to make you feel more safe and at peace.

You couldn’t tell if it was your mind playing tricks on you or not, whether you had fallen so close to the edge of your sleep and dreams were starting to creep on you or if there was actually a clicking noise coming from the door.

Shaking your head, you woke yourself a bit, peeking your ear in the direction of your door, trying to tell if the noise continued or if you had shaken it away along with your much needed sleep.

It continued.

You sat up just as the door opened and Taehyung’s figure appeared - his eyes instantly piercing yours as you threw the duvet away from your body, quickly getting off the bed, moving to the window on the other side of the room, far away from the man that had just appeared, a man you used to run towards, not away from.

Taehyung calmly entered the room and closed the door behind him, turning his figure towards you, his features returning from piercing to the same loving ones he used to have whenever he looked at you - it hurt you to see.

"How did you find me?" you questioned, "I didn't even give a name!"

"There's few hotels in this city that allows you to do that, so it really wasn't that hard, noona. I used my ''persuasive" skills to ask at the reception."

You knew what that meant - the poor old man had a gun stuck to his head and had to choose between you and him, he probably knew who Taehyung was and knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill him and search every room for you.

Taehyung moved into the room and closer to you, your body pressing against the wall behind you, worried about what was to come.

"You've left poor Jungkookah in quite a state." he said sternly, his feature displaying clear disapproval, "You know, after you slapped him and all."

"Taehyung.." you spoke softly, trying to plead with him.

He stepped close to you, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his body.

"That's not going to work, beautiful, not this time." he said with a slight smirk, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, "I need you to come back with me."

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, softly shaking your head no.

"Tsk. I'm not asking. I'm telling you." he spoke with a harsher voice, "You can come with me willingly or I can take you with me."

"I'm not going to say anything to anyone, I promise. I've already proven that.." you tried to bargain.

"That's not why I'm here. I'm only here because of Jungkookah and what you did." he leaned his face in closer to you, his body overshadowing you're, you had no way of escaping him, your heart running a marathon in your chest.

"I would do anything to protect my brothers." he whispered, "That includes being less than nice to you, noona."

He was so threatening and yet, not at all, his features were kind and loving but his words spat venom against your skin.

You knew you had to get away from him, you couldn't allow him to take you back, you knew that if he did they'd keep you in a place no one could find you until they were sure the threat against them was neutralised, no matter how long that took.

"What's it gonna be?" his voice sliced through your thoughts of your impending lack of freedom.

You slapped his hand away from your cheek, trying to run past him but only managed to take a few steps before his arms swung around your waist and he pushed you forward onto the bed, trying to control you, his body lying heavily on top of yours.

"Wrong fucking move, Y/N." he growled as you felt a sharp prick in your thigh, your eyes feeling heavier and heavier until everything went dark.

Your eyes flickered open, sensitive to the bright light above you, your head throbbed like mad, your body feeling heavy - the sudden realisation of where you were setting in as you remembered Taehyung in your hotel room.

You sat up quickly and looked around, you were alone, nothing but the bed you were in, an open door to the bathroom, a TV and a desk with a laptop, though there was a bottle of water next to it with what looked like a piece of paper.

Pushing the duvet covering your body to the side, you stood up but nearly fell over as your legs shook beneath you, quickly holding onto the bed next to you for support, the blood rushing to your head certainly didn't help your aching brain.

Taking great care you walked over to the desk, following the wall with one hand on it for support, grabbing onto the edge of the desk as soon as it was within reach.

"Noona,

I'm sorry - I did what I had to do, I hope you can forgive me.

Please drink some water, it will help with the headache.

There are some painkillers behind the mirror in the bathroom.

See you soon,

Taehyungie~."

You groaned, slamming your hands down on the table - damn you, Taehyung, damn you and your protective behaviour.

Grabbing the bottle of water you opened it and drank a little, the cold water sending shivers down your throat and through your body - you took it with you as you walked into the bathroom, opening the mirror cabinet, grabbing the painkillers, the contents rattling as you angrily opened it and took 2, quickly throwing them in your mouth to down them with more water.

Fuck it - at least you knew you were safe here, even if you didn't want to be here, they still provided you with all the stuff you'd need if you were at home, you knew you weren't going anywhere any time soon so you might as well make yourself comfortable.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your ruined figure and tired eyes making you grimace at yourself.

Sighing deeply you turned around, walking back into the room, plopping yourself down on the bed, grabbing the remote, turning on the TV to find something mindless to watch.

Flickering through the channels you didn't find anything that piqued your interest, the sound of a key in the door turning your attention toward it as it opened and Jimin appeared, a large gym bag over his shoulder and a white case in his hand.

He met your curious eyes, his features not changing from their harsh look, no smile, no worry, nothing, just a blank canvas. A small white beanie on his head accompanied by a white t-shirt that sat snugly around his torso and a pair of jeans with rips down his thighs and on his knees.

You couldn’t help how attracted you were to the man as he dropped the gym bag and closed the door, walking over to you with the white case, the casual version of Jimin always took you off guard, seeing him in everyday clothes rather than a suit was always something that got to you.

He squatted down in front of you, inspecting the cuts and bruises on your legs as they hung on the edge of the bed, the blank expression on his face finally changing to what resembled anger and hurt - his hand reached out to touch your leg, the warm palm of it causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, his thumb grazing over one of your bruises.

A sigh left him before he opened the white case next to him, a full first aid kit appearing - a needle, stitching thread, antiseptic creme, bandages, large absorbent pads.

Turning his head up to face you, he asked gently, “Can I take care of your wounds, please?”

You nodded softly in return.

Removing the bandages and plasters you had put on, he dropped some alcohol onto a cloth starting with your biggest cut, running across your thigh - as soon as the cloth hit you the painful sting shot through your body, a hiss leaving you as your hands grabbed fistfuls of the sheet below you, your jaw clenching.

When he felt it was clean enough he opened a tube of numbing creme, dabbing it gently around the skin before he reached into the case and grabbed a needle along with some thread.

While the creme was setting in he tried to get the thread through the needle but his hands were shaking so much he had trouble doing so - you watched as he struggled until he finally let out a sigh of annoyance.

You reached out, putting your hands on his, watching as he looked up at you, you took the needle and thread from his hands, offering a small smile while trying to get the thread through the small hole yourself.

Whether it be because you were still drugged up or just not completely in the moment, you seemed a lot calmer than him, easily getting it through, tying a small knot on it and giving it back to him.

“Thank you, noona.” he whispered, both his hands returning to your thigh to stitch you up, his face close enough to your skin for you to feel his breath, “Tell me if it hurts.”

“It’s okay, Jiminah.” you hesitated, “I’ll bite through it.”

“That’s my girl.” he giggled, his eyes instantly going up to meet yours, his face turning surprised at what he had said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

You shook your head, “Don’t be sorry.”

He returned to the mission at hand, to stitch you up nicely, avoiding as much scarring as possible - clear focus on his face as he stuck the needle through your skin the first time, not hearing or seeing any discomfort he continued.

It was like you hadn’t ever left, you fell back into the same old habits so easily and comfortably, so content in his presence - you know you should be angry, you were moments ago, you know you should hate him, all of them, but it was just so damn hard, you made excuses for them but they seemed so valid to you.

Were you in a situation where you could no longer tell what was right and what was wrong? Were you so blinded by the love, the hurt, the longing for them that you simply didn’t care anymore? They were all that you had known for so long, the ones that had taken care of you for so many years, protected you, killed for you, given you everything you ever asked for, no questions.

Would you have done the same as them?

You wanted answers for so long and now that you had them, you didn’t know what to do with them. It would have been easier if they had just said that it was them, that they had organised the whole thing, that they were in on it, but they weren’t - they even went against the ones that did to protect you, their own parents.

Did you hate them? Could you hate them?

Yoongi once asked you in the late hours you where you were lying with him under the stars, having pulled a mattress outside at your request, you were half way asleep on his chest, barely paying attention to his words as his mind went into overdrive and he realised more and more how much he loved you.

’Would you take a bullet for us? Would you give your life for us?’

In their line of work it may very well come to that some day. They all know the other would lay down their life to save another - that’s how they measure love, the need and want to protect someone so much that you would give up everything that you are to ensure that they continue to be. Your survival instinct is no longer about keeping yourself alive, it is about keeping them alive.

The answer back then was a definite yes - is it still?

“I’m done, noona. How does it feel?” Jimin’s small and hesitant voice sliced through your hazed mind, blinking your eyes a few times to regain the moisture in them you looked down at your legs, fully bandaged and stitched.

“Perfect.” you giggled lightly.

“Good.” he smiled, “Do you have any other cuts or anything?”

You shook your head, no.

He raised a brow at you, his hand moving onto your stomach, a groan of pain instantly leaving you - he looked up at you, the pain lingering even though his hand had moved, small gasps leaving you as you tried to calm down, a dagger like throb settling in your middle section.

Jimin pulled out his phone, quickly dialling a number and putting it to his ear, you heard very few rings before someone answered on the other end, “Hyung, come down here, please.” his voice sounding panicked, he instantly hung up after and his attention returned to you.

“Lie down, please, noona.” he asked.

“I’m fine, Jiminah, really.” you panted, but you didn’t really sell it to him.

“Please, just lie down for me.” he requested again, his hands pushing gently on your shoulders and you obliged.

He moved his knee onto the bed next to your hip and steadied himself, hovering above you, his hand moving under your shirt, lifting it up to have a look at the damage underneath it.

“Fucking..” he growled before he stopped himself, his hand applying pressure in certain places on your stomach, your muscles tensing underneath it because of the pain.

“Jiminah!” you cried out.

“I know, noona, I know. I'm sorry, I just need to make sure everything is okay.” he said soothingly.

The door burst open and Namjoon's panicked figure came into view.

“What happened? What's wrong?” he asked quickly.

“Hyung, come look at this.” Jimin urged him.

He walked quickly over to the side of the bed, his eyes wide as he saw the bruise on your stomach almost covering your entire middle section.

“Shit..” he whispered.

“I don't think she needs to go to a hospital, but you're better at telling than I am.” Jimin spoke as he moved off the bed and away from you, letting Namjoon get closer.

Namjoon bent over you, his hand replacing Jimin's as he pressed down on several places on your stomach, just as Jimin's had, your face contorted in pain, desperately trying not to scream out in agony - his other hand moved to hold onto yours, your fingers immediately intertwining with his while your eyes were screwed shut and your jaw tight.

“Please..” you sobbed, wanting him to stop.

He sighed, his hand moving from your stomach though still holding your hand, “She'll be okay.” Jimin finally released his breath, relieved at Namjoon's verdict.

Gathering the white case, throwing out the bandages and plasters he had taken off you, he looked down at you, his hand softly touching your arm, “There's clothes in the bag that I brought. It's what you had at our houses.”

“Mmhm..” you hummed softly, “Thank you.” the throbbing pain from your bruise not subsiding as quickly as you wanted it to.

His head turned to Namjoon, “I'll see you upstairs, hyung.” Namjoon nodded in response and you heard Jimin's footsteps fade as well as the door opening and closing, Namjoon's hand not leaving yours, your eyes still closed.

He let go of your hand gently causing you to grumble in response as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. He didn’t return your gaze as he bent over, his hands softly grabbing your legs, placing them back up on the bed so you could lie on it properly, grabbing a small cover nearby to drape over your body, sitting down on the edge of the bed, staying with you, his hand finding yours again.

You turned onto your side, moving close to him, your body moulding in a curve around his as you pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, “It didn’t hurt this bad before..”

“The bruises probably took effect when you were knocked out and you didn’t really notice until we made you aware of them.” he spoke softly, soothingly, his hand moving your hair behind your ear, “Do you remember anything about the men that took you?”

“I remember everything.” you said with a blank stare into the nothingness ahead.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening the notes on it, “Can you tell me?”

“There were 3 men that were responsible for my injuries, but I also saw what I think was their boss. Bale. He referred to himself as Bale, it wasn’t his real name, he made a note of that.” you sighed and closed your eyes, “He was large, muscular, well kept unlike the others, black hair and black eyes, he didn’t have anything that would make him stand out like the others, but I would recognise him in an instant.”

“Okay.” Namjoon whispered.

“One of the three..” you choked, remembering the pain they inflicted on you, “He had a small mole under his right eye and a tattoo of a cross between his index finger and thumb, it was red.”

He continued tapping on his phone, writing everything down that you had to tell him, hoping to find these men, not only for the heads sake, but for the sake of keeping you safe and maybe a little bit of revenge.

“Another one had a scar across his neck and was missing his left canine tooth.” you spoke with a small voice.

Namjoon typed the last bits out, then his eyes turned to you, as you had stopped talking, noticing small tears collecting by the corners of your eyes, his chest clenching at what you had to say about the last one, “Hey..” he cooed, “You’re safe, it’s okay..”

You sighed as you opened your eyes, your brows furrowed with anger, “The last one was the worst one..” you gritted your teeth, “He got off on hurting me, the sick fuck. He had a small moon tattooed between his collarbones, in the indent by his throat and he was missing his right pinky.”

He squeezed your hand in anger without realising at your words, a certain burning fire in his eyes - you wiped the tears from your eyes, “That’s all of them.” you left out the young man that had been watching over you, he was probably in enough trouble, possibly even dead for letting you escape.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he sighed with a clenched jaw, “We’ll find them, don’t worry.”

You closed your eyes, feeling a certain relief at his words, “I know you will, opp-..” you stopped yourself before you let the word slip, returning to your old habits so easily, but Namjoon didn’t say anything, he let you take your time.

A low growl emitted from your stomach, both your attention as well as Namjoon’s turning to it.

“When was the last time you ate?” he questioned.

“I don’t .. I don’t remember..” you whispered, feeling the ferocity of your hunger setting in.

He saved the notes on his phone before he put his phone to his ear, looking at you with a soft smile, a few rings passing before it was picked up, “Hyung, could you bring some food down? Y/N’s hungry.”

You could hear Jin’s ecstatic voice on the other end, “What does she want? I’ll make anything, my expert cooking with satisfy her nicely!”

You couldn’t help the breathy laugh you let out at hearing him so happy, looking up at Namjoon finding his eyes questioning you.

“Fried veggies with noodles?” you beamed.

“The usual, please, hyung.” he smiled before he hung up the phone, letting Jin get on with his cooking.

Namjoon was just as casual as Jimin today, wearing a pair of jeans and a large navy coloured t-shirt, his tanned skin showing on his arms and face, as if he had been outside working for a long time.

A small knock sent a shock through your body and you immediately flinched, groaning in pain at the muscles flexing under your bruises, Namjoon’s hand instantly cupping your cheek to reassure you, “It’s okay, it’s okay.” his attention turning to the door, “Yes?”

The door opened and Yoongi’s face appeared beside it.

“Hyung, you scared her.” he sighed.

“Sorry, I thought it would’ve been better to knock than to just come in.” he spoke with a pout.

“It’s okay.. I’m just a little jumpy.” you added, relaxing your body again.

“Understandable.” Yoongi confessed, entering the room, closing the door behind him, coming over to sit on the chair by the desk.

Namjoon got up from the bed, his hand still in yours, looking down at you, “I’ve got to get this information up to Hoseok-hyung to see if we can find them.” he squeezed your hand one last time before he let go, offering a small bow to Yoongi as he walked out the door.

You sighed, burying your face in the pillow below you, wishing your body would stop aching.

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi spoke with a quiet voice.

Turning your head, you looked at him, his hoodie draped over his torso, he was almost swimming in it, his black jeans tight around his legs, his expression fiery and solemn.

“What for?” you questioned.

“This. This happening to you.” his fists clenched as he leaned forward and let out a small huff, “Jiminah told me how bad it is.”

Yoongi had a hard time hiding his anger when it came to you, he wanted to protect you at all costs and when he failed, he wasn’t kind to himself about it.

“Don’t be sorry. I knew the risks when I got involved. I knew what could happen, you trained me for it.” you hummed, keeping your eyes fixated on him.

“I know, but I had always hoped it wouldn’t.” he tensed, “But you did well, really well.”

“I had good teachers.” you smirked.

He couldn’t help but smile at your comment - standing up and coming closer to the bed, sitting down on the floor next to it, just tall enough to still see your face.

“I’ll make sure they regret it.” he growled, “I’ll make sure their families regret it.”

There it was - the click - the thing you had been searching for.

What their fathers did to you, to your family, it was all business, they didn’t see you as humans, they saw you as a liability, as work. They didn’t think about what it would do to any survivors or friends, they didn’t think that far - what you had seen the heads do for years, their work, even things you had been apart of, what happened when you were younger was exactly the same as this.

You were no better.

“No, leave the families, please.” you spoke quickly with a panicked voice, Yoongi’s head turning to look at you with a questioning brow, “Please.” you begged.

“Okay.” he nodded softly, “Just them.”

“Thank you.” you whispered, your eyes darting from one end of the room to the other as your brain worked through what you had just realised.

Did you really go this many years without even giving it a second thought? Could you have even changed anything? You had become so accustomed to the thought of the things that they did on a daily basis, so desensitised to it that you never thought what they did, was what happened to you.

You could feel your heart race in your chest.

Yoongi’s hand took yours, his thumb softly caressing it, “Are you okay? What’s on your mind? You look bothered.”

Smiling softly you tried to avoid letting him in, not yet, not this, “Yeah, I’m fine, just tired, hungry and in pain.”

“Jin-hyung should be down soon with your food.” he smiled, “Do you want me to go get you some more painkillers?”

You shook your head no, “Not until I’ve eaten a little, makes them work better I feel.”

He simply nodded at your answer, sitting in silence with you, enjoying the fact that you were actually here, with him, even under these circumstances.

You always enjoyed Yoongi’s company, that much hadn’t changed, to be honest, you don’t know if anything had changed, Hoseok’s words from before echoed through your head, the anger and hatred you felt a year ago had subsided progressively and you weren’t sure where you were even going to go from here or when you were going to find out.

One day at a time, for now.

The handle of the door wobbled and then stopped, then wobbled again and stopped, Jin’s growling on the other side causing a small laugh to extract from your lungs, Yoongi getting up from his spot next to you to open the door and let him in.

Jin came into view with a large tray of food and several drinks, his blinding smile and clear pride at his work showing - your nose flaring at the aroma of the food flowing towards you, your stomach growling again.

He walked over to you and you sat up with a pained groan, his features falting for a moment because of his worry as he put the tray down in front of you, your eyes feasting on the meal he had prepared for you.

Yoongi disappeared into the bathroom to get the painkillers you had requested, coming back out quickly to put them on the tray for you, giving you and Jin a small smile as he decided to leave you alone with Jin for a little, walking through the door without another word.

Jin pulled the chair from the desk over to you and sat down, awaiting your verdict of his food with excitement.

“I really hope you like it, Jagi-..” he stopped mid word, “Y/N.” he corrected himself.

“I’m sure I will.” you smiled, “I always do!”

You picked up the chopsticks, digging them into the food, lifting them to your lips and embracing the food between them, a small moan like sound leaving you as you closed your eyes and chewed through the substance.

“Good?” he smiled.

“Better than ever.” you chuckled, “I’ve missed your cooking.”

He showed a tiny bit of shyness at your words, letting out a small laugh, the signature sound warming your chest. You continued to stuff your face with his delicious mixture of foods, the hungry pain in your stomach finally going away.

Pulling out his phone he started tapping away at it, wanting to stay in your company, but letting you enjoy the food he had made - his pink sweater was just as baggy as it always was, his grey jeans sitting tight in some places around his legs, his hair a little messy, but still placed in a way that made him look good.

Damn all of them, always looking so good, even when they didn’t try.

It didn’t take you long to finish your food as you basically wolfed it down, grabbing the painkillers Yoongi had left for you and throwing them into your mouth, downing them with a big gulp of water, feeling like your stomach was almost going to burst at how full you were.

Jin’s eyes turned to you as he heard your movements stop, “Feel good?”

You smiled widely with closed eyes, a content hum leaving you as you thought you were close to a food coma.

“I’ve got something for you.” he cleared his throat and you opened your eyes to look at him.

His hand went into his pocket and he pulled out a very familiar item, your phone.

“I found it not long after you..” he stopped himself, his eyes dropping from yours to the phone, “It still works.” he continued as he handed it to you.

You took the device, powering it on, unlocking it and feeling its all too familiar heaviness in your hand. You immediately went to the gallery, wanting to see all the pictures you had on it, not that you had forgotten, but you wanted to feel the sensation of seeing them again, the happiness.

The first image was the last one you had taken, an image of yourself lying in bed with your thumb and index finger in the form of a heart, one that you sent to Hoseok.

A smile grew on your face.

Jin got up from the chair, moving the tray over to the desk before he sat down next to you on the bed - seeing what you were seeing on the screen.

“Cute.” he smiled.

You hummed in response, flickering through more images, Jin’s shoulder leaning against yours as you both remembered and laughed at the pictures you saw.

Coming across an image of yourself along with the 7 heads at a beach, you remembered fondly the day, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook splashing each other in the water, Yoongi lying in the shade, Namjoon looking for crabs, Hoseok next to you and Jin on the other side, laughing with you.

A normal day, with normal men - not killers, not powerful leaders of an organisation.

You felt a sense of tiredness wash over you, a yawn creeping onto you, the food having fulfilled you.

“Tired?” Jin questioned softly.

“Yeah..” you hummed, “Still recovering.”

Jin moved off the bed, “Maybe you should sleep a little.” he smiled, his finger going under your chin in a loving manner.

“Okay.” you smiled.

“I’ll see you soon.” he whispered as he turned around and left, closing the door softly behind him.

You laid down on the bed, hugging the cover tightly under your chin, turning the TV on for some background noise, your eyes dry and heavy, quickly allowing you to fall into the abyss of sleep.

You didn’t know how long you had been asleep, but you heard the door opening slowly and gently, Jungkook's face coming into view around the corner of it, looking at you with worried and soft eyes.

You were pale, your eyes tired, your body weak. Looking up at him you met his eyes, he looked so small and hesitant, not knowing if he should approach you or stay put.

Standing up from the bed you walked slowly towards him but he took a few steps back, as if he was scared of you, of all people, this large and muscular man that had killed people, beaten people, probably even more brutal things than you could even imagine, it didn't stop you though, you continued to walk towards him until you reached him, your arms instantly wrapping around him in a tight hug that he instantly returned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his arms around your waist squeezing you closer to him.

"I'm so sorry, noona, I didn't mean for you to get hurt, please, I'm so sorry!" he whispered with a shaky breath.

"Hey.. It's okay." you cooed.

His body shook in your hold, tears falling from his eyes as he slowly sunk down on his knees in front of you, your heart aching at his actions, seeing him like this was sending a wave of ice through your chest, your own eyes welling up.

Jungkook sobbed into the softness your stomach, "Please don't leave me again, noona, please."

Your hand ran gently through his soft hair, he had nothing to do with it, any of it, he didn't do anything wrong, an innocent party in this horror story, just like you.

Should you stay?

Even if it's only for him?

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murmuringintothedark · 4 years

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Honey Pie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Sr0efOe8yk

"She was a working girl North of England way Now she's hit the big time In the U.S.A. And if she could only hear me This is what I'd say..."

The muffled jangling sound of keys being pulled out of a bag filled the silently alert darkness of the living room. In the few moments it took for the person to unlock the door, a blood red eye had snapped open, its glow focused directly at the hallway that led into the center of the house.

The door creaked shut.

A light flicked on.

"Sans!" Called out a stern but soothing voice.

"I'm home!"

A wild, manic grin stretched into existence under the bright light of the crimson eyes, but the shadowed figure remained still as a statue. A frustrated hand reached up from beneath it to cover the obvious source of light in a dark environment, only retreating when the eye closed again.

"Sans?" The voice called out again, a hint of worry tainting their smooth tone. "Sans, this isn't funny."

A muffled giggle was buried in the folds of a soft fluffy jacket.

Footsteps approached the living room, and an ominous tension filled the air...

The click of the light switch was followed by a burst of brightness that chased away the darkness, and shrill cries and screams filled the house, loud enough to make the neighbours' dog start barking furiously.

"SANS!" You shriek, pointing at the cheeky cracked skull peeking over the top of the sofa, its red eyelight glowing with amusement and laughter. "I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FU-" You break of when you take note of the bush of curly brown hair that shook with giggles next to the chuckling skeleton. You breathe in deeply, keeping yourself from cursing in front of the child. "I'm gonna kill you someday, honestly. This isn't funny! What if I have a heart attack, huh? Would if still be funny? You seriously need to stop these..."

The skeleton and the child shared a look as you rambled on endlessly about their childishness and pranking habits, fist-bumping each other with a grin before looking back at you, not hearing a single word of what you were saying.

Sans's grin turned softer the longer he stared at your flushed cheeks and angry frown, your hands waving wildly in the air as you lectured them. Sometimes he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to meet you, let alone keep you and call you "his one and only". After so many years living in a what could only be described as Hell, he'd thought that he'd never, ever, ever, ever be able to know happiness again.

He was so, very wrong.

Of course, he would never have learnt to live again if it weren't for the kid. The precious child who brought freedom to the monsters and fought off their interminable famine. He'd never forget the sweet taste of his first full meal on the surface, the sagging feeling of a full stomach which, funnily enough, relieved the unrelenting and crushing weight of stabbing pain of hunger, and the smiling, hopeful faces of his fellow survivors as they looked on to a brighter future. His bones quaked from just the memory.

Of course, Sans was still skeptical over just how long this newfound paradise would last. Years of struggles and never ending battles left him wary of life's generosity, and everyday he dreaded the day hope would slip away from his desperate hold and monster-kind would fall, once again, into the clutches of disgrace. As happy as he was that he was free from the Underground and its terrors, fear still clung to his bones like water to cloth. It was only when you, you and your stern but caring presence imposed itself on his life that he finally learnt to let go of past hardships and to truly live for the fresh experiences of every fresh new day.

You taught him that, you and your stubbornness.

After a day running errands, looking after the kiddo, or just cleaning up the house, he always awaited your return from work with content anticipation.

And you never failed to melt into his open arms and press a kiss to his bony cheek.

Oh, how good it felt to be loved and cared for.

"Sans! Sans, are you even listening to me?" His single red eye snapped to attention at your stiff exclamation, and he grinned a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his skull with a shrug.

"sorry, honey pie. your absolutely adorable blush was distracting me."

His words made you flush even darker, and one could almost see the steam coming out of your ears. The kid's giggles burst into cackles, and joyful laughter filled the air, soon followed by Sans's deep chuckles. Even you couldn't resist joining in on their shenanigans with a few quiet chuckles of your own and a soft smile.

After the chortles died down, you sighed deeply, though the grin was still on your face. "Alright, alright, it was a little bit funny, I'll give you that." You relented, dropping your bag on the couch. "Now, it's been a long day, but we still have some sunlight left. How about we go out?"

Sans grinned widely, and snapped his fingers. "grillby's." You roll your eyes. Of course he'd say that. "...Sure. I haven't seen the flame man in a while anyhow. And then after that, we get the lil' rascal some ice cream, what do you think?" You complete, glance at Sans and than at the already excitedly vibrating child. "ok." Replied Sans, patting the kid on the head. "go grab a jacket, kiddo, it'll might get a little chilly at night. you might ketchup cold." They snicker as they rush off as you sigh and roll your eyes again. The damn puns never stop, do they? As bad as Sans's memory can get, his knack for being humerus was ingrained in his bones...

You pull Sans into a hug and press another kiss to his cheek. "You calcium bastard. You'll be the end of me, I swear."

Sans laughs and wraps his arms around you too.

"Love you too, honey pie."

"...Honey pie, you are making me crazy I'm in love but I'm lazy So won't you please come home.

Oh honey pie, my position is tragic Come and show me the magic Of your Hollywood song.

You became a legend of the silver screen And now the thought of meeting you Makes me weak in the knee.

Oh honey pie, you are driving me frantic Sail across the Atlantic To be where you belong.

Will the wind that blew her boat Across the sea Kindly send her sailing back to me.

Honey pie, you are making me crazy I'm in love but I'm lazy So won't you please come home."

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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Beautiful Mess Part 8

A Brian May x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader works in a bookshop. She meets Brian May and they have an instant connection. It seems to be a fairy tale romance. But, things are seldom what they seem.

Word Count: 3k

Tag List: @psychosupernatural, @someone-get-a-medic, @bensrhapsody, @deakyclicks, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @minigranger, @crazyweirdocalledfriday, @mrs-jack-murphy, @not-john-watsons-blog, @simmisblog, @mirkwoodshewolf, @assembledherethevolunteers, @thosequeenboys, @lv7867, @maymacca, @rethought, @brianslittlepet, @jinxy93, @stephydearestxo, @mrcleanisthicc, @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls, @readinghorn, @lookuptotheskiesandsee, @reedusteinrambles If you’d like to be added, let me know!

A/N: Some big reveals in this one! Plus, one that changes a lot.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Part 8 here we go!!!

Richard took another deep breath.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t talk about this tonight,” he said. “You’ve been through so much. And this...this will upset you.”

“I’m upsetting you too,” you pointed out.

“I wasn’t the one with the gun to my head,” he returned.

“Richard, I’m fine, just tell me,” you insisted.

He opened his mouth, but at that moment, a nurse poked her head in.

“Miss Y/L/N?” she said. “Mr. May’s been asking after you.”

“You should go to him,” Richard said. “We can talk later.”

“I -”

“Y/N, he needs you,” he said. “And you need him.”

You nodded. “Just to be clear...the engagement is off?”

“The engagement is off,” he confirmed. “We’re both better off for it.”

Strangeness settled over you. You were not engaged to Richard anymore. And yet, for years, it had been your default. You’d spent most of your life engaged to him. A swirling of relief, with a touch of sadness entered your chest. You weren’t entirely sure how you should feel. You cared deeply for Richard, and you certainly never wanted the Kimballs out of your life. Your question now was - would they still want you in theirs?

“I’ll walk with you to his room,” Richard said.

He slipped his arm around your shoulders and you both followed the nurse to Brian’s room. You saw through the window that they were just finishing up his stitches. Richard turned to you and kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll leave you now,” he said. “Come early for Sunday dinner so we can talk.”

“Okay,” you said.

You were nervous and you couldn’t place why.

“Don’t feel guilty, Y/N,” Richard said.

That was it. Wow, he knew you well. It made sense though.

“I can’t help it,” you returned. “This was all my fault and now he’s hurt.”

“It’s not your fault,” he argued. “It’s that stupid man’s fault.”

“He really was sort of stupid, wasn’t he?” you said with a small smile.

“Wile E Coyote plans better than him,” he agreed. “But you’re stalling. Get in there.”

You chuckled. “Alright. Thank you, Richard.” You took his hand and squeezed it. “For everything.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

With one last smile, he left. You took a deep breath to gather your courage. Then, you pushed the door open. The band all turned eyes on you. Roger actually got to his feet, glowering at you.

“Haven’t you done enough?” he questioned.

That stung. It was so harsh, you nearly backed out of the room. Brian was quick to rebuke him.

“Roger!” Brian said. “This isn’t her fault.”

Roger rolled his eyes and flopped back down into his chair. You blinked back tears and approached Brian. He held out his hand to you and you took it. Then, he yanked you into a hug. You gasped softly as he pulled you into his chest, to stand between his legs which dangled off the exam table. His arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders and he buried his face in your neck. You settled against him with a happy hum.

“How are you feeling?” you whispered.

“Tired,” he answered.

Tears began to sting your eyes once more. For a brief moment, you thought you’d never feel his arms around you again. You thought you’d never smell him again or feel his heartbeat in his chest. You thought you’d never again feel how much he loved you. Well, you were certainly not going to take it for granted now.

“I’m not marrying Richard,” you choked out.

He pulled away and looked at your face, hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“You’re not?”

You shook your head before pressing his hand into your skin even more with your own hand. “I’m not. I only want to be with you, Brian.”

“But what about all the things you said?” he wondered. “Everything they’ve done for you?”

“I’m very grateful for Richard and his family,” you said simply. “But none of it matters as much as you do.”

A few tears slid down your cheeks. You leaned forward and rested your forehead against his. You were so touched by his easy forgiveness.

“I’m so sorry, Brian,” you sobbed. “I’m so sorry for everything. For lying to you, for letting this happen to you, for hurting you. God, I’m so, so sorry.”

He held you closer. Then he tilted his chin up and kissed you lightly. All doubt about your decision disappeared at the brush of his lips against yours. This was exactly where you were meant to be - in Brian May’s arms.

The doctor finished, but you hardly heard what he said. Brian turned and paid attention, but your eyes remained fixed on his face. Without the cloud of your engagement over you, you didn’t need to etch those fine features into your memory to hold on to for when you and Brian were no longer together. Now, you looked at him because you could. This was the face you would wake up next to for the rest of your life. The face you saw each time you closed your eyes and thought about love.

You and Brian were discharged from the hospital, and walked out hand in hand. The band followed behind, and you could still feel some animosity from Roger. You hoped he would come around, but the most important thing was that you had Brian. Now and forever.

John drove you back to your flat. You and Brian climbed out of the car, thanked them, and then headed toward the front door. A lump appeared in your throat when you saw who was waiting for you. Cat sat at the door like a sentry, tail swishing and eyes blinking up at you. He meowed softly as if to say “What took you so long?”

“Cat!” you sighed with relief, kneeling down and opening your arms to him. He ran right into them, nuzzling against your face and purring softly. “You were so brave, my little boy.”

Brian chuckled. “Cat is the real hero, apparently.”

“He is,” you insisted, opening the door. You explained what Cat had done after Brian was already released.

“Wow, he is a hero,” Brian said, patting Cat’s head. “Well done, mate. Thanks for looking out.”

Cat mewled quietly in response. You set him down and went to the kitchen, where you prepared a bowl of food for him. He chirped gratefully and started eating. You looked at Brian.

“D’you wanna go lie down?” you asked.

“So much,” he replied.

He followed you into your bedroom. You helped him undress down to his boxers, minding his arm, which was still very sore, despite the pain medication he’d received. You changed into a soft nightie and then you both curled up under your covers. Brian took you under his good arm and you rested against his chest.

“I don’t think I can sleep,” he said.

“Me neither,” you agreed.

As exhausted as you were, a fear lingered in the back of your mind about being taken by surprise again.

“Did you lock the door?” Brian asked.

You thought back. “No, I don’t think so. Come with me?”

He nodded. Together, you went to the front door and you saw the deadbolt was unlocked. You turned it. Then Brian pressed his lips to the exposed skin of your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight.

“Feel okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” you returned. “I don’t know how I’ll ever feel safe again.”

“Don’t worry, dove,” he assured you. “We’ll get through this together.”

You returned to bed, settling down at last. Cat joined you and curled up at your feet, falling asleep almost instantly.

“I envy him,” you joked.

“Me too,” Brian agreed. “But since we’re not sleeping, can I ask you for the full story of you and Richard? I feel like there’s still so much I don’t know.”

“You can ask me for anything, baby,” you answered. “The story is quite long. Are you sure you want to hear about it tonight? We can just rest if you like.”

“No, I want to hear,” he said.

“Alright,” you said, taking a deep breath. “My father and Charlie were best friends. War comrades. And so, after the war was over, Charlie started his business, and my father started the bookshop. Business went okay for us, but Charlie flourished. He was born to be in business. He made a lot of money and he made it fast. Richard and I were born and they always joked that one day we would marry. And then they made it official when Richard turned thirteen.”

“Are you saying your marriage was arranged?” Brian questioned.

You nodded.

“I didn’t realize that sort of thing still happened,” he said.

“It does for rich people,” you returned. “Anyway, so we were told. But we were kids, all of that seemed really far off. We didn’t care, really, and we were best friends. It seemed like it wasn’t a bad idea. Then, Mum got ill.”

You swallowed. This part was still difficult to talk about.

“Dad practically abandoned the shop, and all our savings went to her treatments. But nothing worked. We were out of money and out of options. So, Charlie bought the shop and allowed my father to keep running it under the new ownership. But that wasn’t enough to save her.”

“I’m sorry,” Brian said, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you,” you replied with a sniffle. “Mum died, and Dad completely lost it. All the money he had left over from Charlie buying the store was blown on drugs and alcohol. He did whatever he could to numb the pain of losing her. Meanwhile, Susan and Charlie made sure I was fed, clothed, and sent to school. Richard was my rock through all of it.”

You wiped a tear from your cheek.

“Then Dad went,” you continued. “I was so alone and scared. There was no money left over for me, and I thought that I was going to be hauled off to an orphanage or something. But, Charlie was my legal guardian according to my parents’ wishes, so he took me in and he and Susan raised me.

“As teenagers, Richard and I tried being boyfriend and girlfriend. It seemed odd to be engaged before dating, but that was just the world we were in. We tried kissing and all that. We were even each other’s first time, but there was never anything romantic between us. When he went away to uni, we agreed to give up trying to be a couple. He had my permission to go and enjoy it however he wanted, and I was free to do the same, even though I wasn’t going to school. We’d be faithful to each other when we were real grown ups.”

Brian chuckled at that and you smiled.

“So, when he graduated, I was already given the shop, but we were announced as engaged to their whole society,” you explained. “The general public didn’t know or anything, and that was fine by me. I got the shop back on its feet, and I felt like life would be normal soon. I’d marry Richard once he inherited everything and then we’d have babies and that would be my life. I never thought I’d actually find someone I loved.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“A few reasons,” you answered. “First, I didn’t think you’d understand. Second, I had no intention of leaving Richard. I thought this would be a fling I could look back on one day and just remember fondly. Even though I love you, I thought we could never have a future.”

“And tonight changed that?”

“Tonight changed everything,” you said. “I thought one or both of us might die. It made me realize that I don’t want to waste my life. It’s too precious. I want to live fully and be happy. I want to be with you.”

“And you’re prepared to give everything up...that life you might have had...for me?” he wondered.

“Honestly, Brian,” you said. “It’s for me. Liberating myself from that meant I was making myself happy. That comes with being with you.”

Confessing everything to him felt good. It was clarifying and freeing. Like the sun bursting through the clouds after a storm. You could finally just shine.

You talked for a while longer, answering any remaining questions he had and working through your emotions after the grueling night. Finally, just as the sun was peeking through the windows, you fell asleep together. Exhaustion had overcome you at last.

The next few days passed this way. Holed up in your flat, ordering food to be delivered, and sleeping. Several times, the sleep was not restful, as you and Brian were prone to nightmares. The pain in Brian’s arm would also wake him at odd hours, and you would help him with his mediation or massage his arm around the wound. There was a lot you were recovering from. But, as Brian said, you were doing it together.

It took a couple days before you were able to have sex again. It happened one night after you had a nightmare. Brian woke you but you were crying heavily. He kissed your tears away and when he met your lips, it was over. You asked him to make you forget, and he delivered, making love to you slowly and passionately. It was all hot breath and heavy hands and leisurely kisses. Afterward, you were able to have sex more frequently, which was always amazing. You were careful of Brian’s arm though, so you never got too rough. Besides, you both needed softness now.

On Saturday, your phone rang while you and Brian were still in bed. You groaned, rolled over, and answered wearily.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s Richard.”

“Oh, good morning,” you replied. “D’you know what time it is?”

“It’s ten,” he said. “Are you still in bed?”

“I didn’t ask for your judgement,” you retorted.

He chuckled. “Look, can I come over for a while? I think it’s time we talked.”

“What happened to me coming over early tomorrow?” you wondered.

“Change of plan,” he said. “I’ll explain everything when I get there.”

“Yes, alright, come over,” you agreed.

You really were curious to hear what Richard had to say. Who had he been unfaithful with? And what was the story there? Had he hidden it from his mother and father? You wanted to know all of it.

“I’ll be there in five,” he confirmed.

You said goodbye and hung up. Brian shifted beside you and draped an arm over your waist.

“S’that?” he wondered.

“Richard,” you replied.

You explained that he was coming over to discuss his own affair. You told Brian about Richard’s behavior at the hospital, and he agreed that you should hear your ex-fiance out. Clearly, something else needed to be said.

Slowly, you and Brian dressed and went out to make tea and feed Cat. It was only moments before there was a knock on the door, and you answered it. There stood Richard, looking uncharacteristically emotional.

“Hi,” he said. “May I come in?”

“Course,” you told him, opening the door wider and allowing him past you.

He walked into the living room. Brian was sitting on the couch, playing with Cat. The two men looked at each other.

“Good to see you’re healing,” Richard said.

“Thanks,” Brian replied stiffly. “I...I, uh…”

“We don’t need to make this awkward,” Richard assured him. “I have no hard feelings toward you or Y/N. I think it would be great if we could all be friends.”

Brian smiled. “Me too.”

They shook hands. Feeling warm, you took a seat next to Brian and looked at Richard, who sat in a chair opposite you.

“Well, I’ve told Mama and Dad that we’ve ended the engagement, and I’ve told them why,” he began. “Naturally, they’re quite upset, so Sunday dinner is cancelled until further notice.”

Your heart sunk.

“They’re angry at me, aren’t they?” you said, voice small.

“Actually, they’re angrier with me,” he replied. “They feel that my affair was the real reason we won’t be getting married.”

“How is that fair?” you wondered. “We both met someone else, it’s the same offense.”

“It’s not really the same,” he said.

“How?”

“Because mine was also with a man.”

You blinked as the air was punched out of your lungs. Richard held your gaze as you collected yourself.

“Wh-who is he?” you asked, clearing your throat.

He looked away now, picking at his fingernails. “Well, you see...it wasn’t...it wasn’t just one man. I’ve been - well, I’ve been around.”

You studied his face. His mouth was twisted down. His eyes were watery and red. His knee bounced anxiously. He had never been so afraid to tell you something.

“Rich, I don’t care if you’re gay,” you said. “You’re still my best friend and one of my favorite people in the whole world. It doesn’t matter.”

“That’s not all,” he said, and you heard the crack in his voice.

You didn’t know how much more you could take. But there had to much something more for Richard to be getting this worked up.

“Should I…?” Brian wondered, starting to stand up.

“No, if Y/N trusts you then I do as well,” Richard said, shaking his head. “But this cannot leave this room.”

“Of course,” you assured him. “Rich, what is it?”

“I’ve not only been unfaithful,” he began. “I’ve been extremely reckless and irresponsible. And now I…” He took a moment to take a breath. “I’m paying dearly for it.”

Your stomach was twisted up in knots from worry. What did all of this mean?

“Paying dearly?” you wondered.

“You see, Y/N, my parents are angry with me not because I won’t be marrying you,” he said. “I won’t be marrying anyone at all. Ever.”

“Oh, no…” Brian said under his breath.

You looked at him. You saw the concern and pity on his face before turning back to Richard.

“I don’t understand,” you said.

“I’m dying, Y/N,” Richard said. “I’ve got AIDS.”

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all1e23 · 5 years

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Swallow [Pt.1]

Chapter: Still Yours

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You come back home after being gone for five years, and everything is just as you left it.

Warnings: Nothing but angst for this chapter but series: Possessive, jealousy, heavy angst, violence. More to be added.

A/N: This is sort of a continuation of my one-shot ‘Home.’ It’s really more of an expansion on that idea I guess. Same warnings as before. Some possessive behavior from Bucky. He’s still extra soft. Send me love???

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam though! Thanks!***

February 14th, 2008

James Buchanan Barnes was going to be the death of you.

The way he looked at you. That little smirk. Those pretty blue eyes watching your every move. It made your insides quiver and your heart flip in ways you didn’t know existed outside of terribly written romance novels. You only wished he didn’t do it in the middle of class so you could concentrate on something besides those butterflies in your stomach.

“It’s not just penguins you know. Did you all know that a swallow, once they have found their perfect match, they mate for life and if something ever happens, if they get separated from each other or one of them is injured, they will never mate with another.” The sound of the bell cut Ms. Hill short, and she frowned. “Ah, crap. Well, we can pick this up in our next class. Enjoy the rest of your Valentine's and don’t forget your essays are due in a week!”

Everyone picked up their bags and scurried out of the classroom, you included.

“Sweetheart, wait up!” Bucky shouted, hot on your heels. You tried to bite back the smile on your face and seem annoyed with his persistence. He has been flirting with you and asking you out for nearly a year now, but you’ve watched as he’s dated girl after girl and it never gets passed one date. You weren’t interested in being just another one night to anyone, but especially not to Bucky. The way you felt about him was bigger than one night, and you didn’t think you could survive being cast aside once he got bored.

Besides, if you got involved with him, it wasn’t just him was it? It was everything that came with being him and that included his father’s club.

It didn’t take much for Bucky to catch up to you. He gently grasped your elbow and crowded into your space until your back was flush against the outside wall of the gym. “You know I was thinking while Ms. Hill was talkin’.” He dipped his head down whispering, “You’re my swallow. The second I laid eyes on you. I knew you were it for me and I’d never find another.”

You swore your heart was going to burst right out of your chest and into his hands. Why did he have to say sweet things like that when they were just a line. It wasn’t fair how weak he made you with so little effort on his part. You sagged against him letting him support your weight, but your face remained blank.

“You do realize that every guy in our class is using that same line right now.” You managed to squeak out.

Bucky shrugged. “Yeah, but I’m the only one that means it.”

“Come on.” He whispered as he ran his nose along yours, grinning when he heard your breath catch in your throat. “Go on a date with me. Please? I don’t wanna spend forever alone, baby.” You knew you were going to regret this, but there was something about him… and you couldn’t shake it.

For whatever reason, you couldn’t say no.

“Okay,” you breathed against his lips. “One date.”

He pulled back before your lips could touch. Your first kiss wasn’t going to be against some smelly ass gym if Bucky had any say in it. “I’ll pick you tonight at seven. I’d wear jeans if I were you.” He gives your hip a gentle squeeze. “We’re going on a ride, baby girl.”

Your eyes widen. “But – but! I’ve never been on the back of a motorcycle!”

He smirked. “Good. I like being your first, pretty girl.”

You were such a goner.

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For the longest time, this blacktop that raced under you felt like if heaven was anywhere, it was right here with him. Golden rays warming your cheeks, your chest pressed against his harsh leather, the brisk wind making your toes curl. With every turn, your heart would beat a little faster as your arms tightened around his waist as if he was the anchor that kept you safe and grounded. The squeal that would leave your lips every time he sped up, the deep chuckle and gentle kiss to your wrist that followed every single time.

His heartbeat was tethered to yours, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

That very same blacktop that held some of your favorite memories was holding every ounce of your pain and heartbreak, bringing it out from the dark place you had it buried. Every inch closer to home brought out another piece of heartache you thought was tucked safely away where it was unable to cause any more damage.

It seemed he could still hurt you even when he was no longer holding you.

You had hoped the sight of your old home would bring you some kind of happiness, but it only felt like another dagger twisting deeper and deeper into your chest. Part of you hoped that all those sweet memories would override the bad, but deep down you knew those good memories never stood a chance. The only thing that brought a smile to your face was the dork standing out front, waving like a complete moron for all your neighbors to see.

Clint jumped off the porch and ran right towards you scooping you up the second you were within arm’s reach. He spun you around a few times before letting you land not so gracefully back on your feet. “Shit I missed you, bug. Been way too fucking long.” “I talk to you every day Clint.” You replied as you walked back to unlock the back of your jeep, slipping your phone in the back pocket of your jeans as your eyes scan the street for any sign of that black and chrome motorcycle. God must be on your side because there was just some old black SUV parked across the street.

No bikers around. Besides Clint.

Clint rolled his eyes as he followed you around to the back of your jeep. “Not the same as you being here and actually getting to see you.” You shook your head and kissed his cheek before grabbing some boxes. It was only a matter of time before he was brought up. You just wanted to get your things inside, shower and maybe finish off the bottle of wine you stuffed in your suitcase before Clint uttered his name.

Silent bouts of tension filled the air and that was when you knew you weren’t going to even make it through the front door.

“He know you’re back?” Clint questioned as he pulled the two large boxes you were attempting to carry all on your own -- you weren’t on your own anymore, Clint wished you would realize that.

You cleared your throat and reached for some of the smaller boxes and the old wooden box that was wrapped securely in a blanket, refusing to look up and meet Clint’s eyes as you headed for the house. Clint wasn’t going to let it drop that easy though. You knew where all of this was going, and you didn’t want to think about it all just yet. The last thing you wanted to do is think about the man that broke your heart.

After all, he was the whole reason you left town and left your entire life behind.

“Ah, shit. Y/n…” You could hear the disappointment in his voice, and that unexpectedly stung. Clint shook his head. “You know it’s only a matter of time before he finds out. If he doesn’t already know.”

Your disappointment faded and it was quickly replaced a deep ache that nothing could cure. You know, you’ve tried everything to wash his mark off you. There was nothing that could take his claim off your heart.No one except you needed to know that. You looked up at Clint and shrugged as carefree as you could manage with a poised heart infecting every inch of you. Clint didn’t need to know how deeply you still burned for him.

“Why does he need to know, hm?” You dropped the boxes on your old bed and began to unpack, intent on ignoring where this conversation was headed.

“Because you’re his and you know it,” Clint said matter-of-factly. “You’ve been his since we were kids. That doesn’t change because you left town.”

“That was a long time ago.” You whispered. “James Barnes doesn’t have a claim on me anymore.”

The feel of his name rolling off your tongue felt… strange and just as painful as you thought it would. You’ve spent the last five years avoiding anything that had to do with that man as if just the sound of his name on your lips would burn you. The thought of saying it again made your heart race in the most devastatingly beautiful way, and you hated the hold he still had on you.

You were still the fool in love with the past.

Clint’s eyes dropped to your wrist, and you quickly tugged the sleeve of your sweater down before he could get a good look. You knew what he was looking for and frankly, it was none of his damn business. The only people it concerned were you and Bucky. You doubted he would even care what was written on your wrist. He certainly didn’t care what was written within your heart.

“You ever going to tell me why you left?” Clint prodded gently.

“Nope.” You turned around and continued unpacking, avoiding looking him in the eye as much as you could. Clint sighed as he gently kicked the larger boxes towards the closet.

“You’re not supposed to keep secrets and lie to your brother.” He scolded making you snort.

“Adoptive brother.” You corrected. “I don’t think that counts. It’s not even legal Clint. You just took me in, refused to let me leave and tell everyone I’m your sister.”

“Okay, first off.” He pointed a finger at you. “That’s rude and second, it absolutely counts.” A small laugh slipped out, but he could tell you were still all up in your head about something, and it had to do with being here -- with being home. You nearly didn’t come back. If Clint hadn’t begged you, you weren’t sure you would have had the courage. Clint had a feeling it had more to do with who home was to you.

“Hey. Just stop all this.” He insisted. “You can unpack later.”

He grabbed photo albums and shoes in your arms and dropped them back on the bed. “I know It had to be bad for things to go down the way they did. You know Buck didn’t talk to anyone for months? Months, Y/n. Steve had to drag him out of his room and force him to put something besides liquor in him. Couldn’t get him to go on runs. Nothing. He still won’t talk about you to anyone, and no one talks about you around the club. He turned over his patch to Steve the morning you left.”

You blinked and shook your head in disbelief. There was no way he did that. No way he gave that up because of you.

“W-what?”

Clint nodded, “Yeah, he stepped down and reluctantly took the VP patch.” He kissed your forehead and fidgeted with his hearing aids as he backed out of your room, attempting to give you a moment to yourself. “I’ll bring in the rest of your boxes. Think about what you want for dinner but either way, I’m ordering pizza.”

“Pizza is fine and take out your aids. I know they are bugging you, brother.” You called after him. He grinned and pumped his fist in the air like the dweeb that he was.

You sighed and dropped down to your bed eyes landing on the wooden box peeking out from the blanket you had used to try and hide it from Clint and maybe from yourself. “Stop judging me. You’re just a dumb box.” You picked up the judgmental box that was still wrapped in your old blanket and shoved it into the back of the closet setting your box of shoes on top of it.

Some things you still weren’t ready to face.

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Damn did Bucky hate listening to the radio when he worked in the garage. It was like that fuckin’ song came on repeat just to torment him every single time. Five years after it all went down, and he still had to listen to it? The damn song is nearly fifteen years old. Shouldn’t there be a limit on how long a song was allowed to be played on the air? This had to be well past the limit.

“It’s been a while since I could say I wasn’t addicted.” Peter sang loudly into the mop handle as he swept around the garage. Bucky looked up over Steve’s bike and narrowed his eyes as the prospect continued on. “It’s been a while since I’ve gone and fucked things up like I always do." Bucky groaned, and Peter only got louder, "but all that shit seems to disappear when I’m with you-- Ow. Shit!” He looked down at the screwdriver laying on the floor and then back at Bucky who smiled.

“You could have taken my eye out!” He squealed as he rubbed the side of his head where the screwdriver had struck him.

Bucky grinned at the kid, “Was aiming for your voice box, but eye would have worked fine.”

“That’s… rude. I don’t sing that bad.”

“It’s not you. It’s the song, Peter.” Steve deep voice rumbled through the garage and his hand slammed down on the top of the radio, silencing the dreaded song. “No music while Buck is working in the garage. Especially not that song. Go find something to clean over there by Sam, kid.” He shoved Peter towards the other end of the garage as he made his way towards Bucky.

“Hey, punk. You come to check on your girl?” Bucky asked with a smug grin, hiding his thanks behind it.

Steve smirked and sat down on the stool next to Bucky and held out one of the two beers in his hand, “Yeah, you fuckin’ jerk.” He nodded towards the bike in front of Bucky. “How she doin’?”

Bucky reached out and took the bottle setting it on the floor next to him. “She’ll be fine. Gettin’ her cleaned up now and a fresh coat of paint as soon as that is done, she’ll be road ready. Maybe don’t lay her down next ride though? Stop being a reckless idiot before Peggy beats your ass.”

“Like I had much choice.” Steve snorted. “Red Skulls are getting out of hand, and I don’t like how much time they are spending in our territory. They need to be dealt with, and I won’t have them this close to the girls. I don’t like it.”

Bucky gave a slight shrug as he spun the wrench around his fingers. There was only so much they could do right now. Sherriff was breathing down their necks. They had runs to make that needed to go unnoticed and starting a war with another club wasn’t the best idea if they wanted to stay under the radar, but Steve was right. If they were willing to lay Steve down in the middle of the day the girls most likely weren’t safe. At least one of the girls were out of danger.

“How you wanna handle it?”

“Not sure yet.” Steve sighed. He was dreading what he had to tell Bucky next. There was no way of knowing how he was going to handle it. “We’ve got a bigger problem right now.”

Bucky sat up straighter and crossed his arms over his chest, an amused grin lighting up his face. “Well, color me interested, Stevie. What’s so important?”

“Y/n is back.”

The grin slowly fell, and his arms dropped to his side. Of all the things he thought Steve was going to say, that was not on the list. In fact, it was nowhere near the list.

Peter leaned over to Sam and whispered, “Who is Y/n? Why does Mr. Bucky look like he’s going to throw up?”

Sam sighed and shook his head, eyes stuck on Bucky. “Stop calling him Mr. Bucky. It’s weird. It’s just Bucky and don’t worry about her. She’s… She’s Bucky’s, old lady.”

Peter frowned, clearly confused. He was so little when Y/n left and didn’t spend much time around the club. No one has ever mentioned her before, and he has never seen Bucky with a woman or even talk about one. Now he has an old lady? “I thought he was single. He never talks about her.”

“Go get the bar set up for tonight before Bucky kills you.” Sam grabbed his shoulders and walked him towards the clubhouse. “I don’t want to find another recruit to replace you because you can’t keep your mouth shut about Y/n. If you want to see tomorrow, you won’t bring her up to Buck.”

Bucky cleared his throat and looked down at the wrench in his grease-stained hands. “Where did you spot her?” He whispered, trying to keep his voice clear of emotion. It would have worked if he was talking to anyone else. Steve knew him too well to be that easily fooled.

Steve watched him carefully, deciding how he wanted to answer. He wasn’t sure what was going on in his head, but he knew when it came to Y/n Bucky didn’t always think things through. That’s how several men ended up in the ICU for getting a little too handsy. Either he jumped on his bike drove over to Clint’s threw her over the back and dragged her ass back to the clubhouse, or he enlisted whiskey to help wash away any memory of her, and he locked himself away from everyone. Steve didn’t have any other options though, he knew Bucky would tear up the town looking for her if he refused to tell him.

“She was at home. With Clint. Her jeep was fully loaded, and he was helping her carry stuff inside.”

His heart flipped, and he swore it dropped into his stomach. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he couldn’t help the part of him that was already begging to have her back by his side, “She’s home for good then?” He asked, hopefulness creeping up in his voice even though he tried to suppress it.

“Maybe,” Steve shrugged. “I didn’t stop in. She’s at least home for a long visit with the amount of stuff I saw Clint unloading from her jeep.”

A long visit. Bucky had a feeling that wasn’t it. Not with the way they left things. She wouldn’t have come back if she didn’t intend on making it a forever move. Then again, she didn’t let him know she was coming home. That’s alright. He can work with tats as long as she was back. He won her heart before he can do it again.

“You gonna go see her?”

Bucky ducked his head, letting his hair cover his face and hide the small smile pulling at his lips. He’s been waiting for this day for five years. It was only a matter of time before she came back home. Before she came back to him.

“Nah.” He breathed. “When she’s ready she’ll find me.”

They always find their way back to each other.

It just takes her a bit longer to find her way back.

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“Red is Your Color”-requested fic-Final Part

(A/N: HERE IT IS! I FINALLY FINISHED IT! I hope you enjoy! Please forgive me if it needs some minor edits, I’ll go back and do it later, I just wanted to get this posted lol)

Warnings: language and smut, smut, smut, NSFW

[Part 1 here] [Part 2 here]

Another three weeks went by, and still the loneliness in that apartment got to me. Not so much the loneliness, but the memories that the place held, both good and bad. It didn’t matter much more anyway, because while I had managed to scratch up enough money to pay for the rent by myself after Steve left, albeit late, this month was going to be a different story. I was over a week late on rent, and I still didn’t have enough money. I had picked up another job, as much as I hated to admit it, but I had yet to get paid there. I suppose my efforts were too little too late, that eviction notice would be coming if I didn’t find a way to pay it by the end of that week. The tip money I was getting was used to cover my phone bill, luckily my ex didn’t ask for the phone back, he just disconnected the service.

So there I was again, a cocktail waitress at some stupid bar. I had to wear something fitting and fetching, per the manager’s request, and I still wasn’t pulling in tips like other girls there. And to think I thought I was cute…shit. It was embarrassing, but it had to be done. I was just finishing my shift and helping put up chairs when the door to the bar opened, but I didn’t bother looking across the room. I kept placing the chairs up on the tables in preparation for mopping, something I had the joy of doing twice a week, until a familiar voice caught my attention.

“Hey.” I turned to see none other than Steve Rogers himself, standing next to me. He looked so well put together, jeans, grey shirt, leather jacket, ballcap, just like any other man who might have wandered into that club. Only I had a history with this one.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, breathlessly, not sure as to why. Maybe because he caught me off guard.

“I came to see you.” He replied so simply. As if we hadn’t fought like cats and dogs the last two times we saw each other.

“Who told you I worked here?” I began to quiz him, I certainly didn’t tell him, hell I didn’t even have his number anymore.

“Let’s just say a little bird told me.” He seemed unarmed, and by that I mean he didn’t want to fight. He could still snap someone in half if he wanted to, but he looked so gentle. I wasn’t having any of it.

“So Sam told you.” I made the connection, and he looked down and chuckled, “I thought I saw him here the other day.” At least I remembered who he was.

“Yeah,” he looked back up with a small smile, but I had to look past it. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, I knew we were over. “How have you been?” he tried to make small talk.

“What do you want? We’re closing up.” I told him.

“Well,” he started, “I got a phone call from our…your landlord.” He corrected himself and I sighed and looked away from him. I already knew what he was told. “He said the rent hasn’t been paid.”

“I’m working on it. I’ll have it by the end of the week.” I told him as I walked away to pick up more chairs. This was turning into an embarrassing moment, and I wanted no part of that.

“Well…just hang on…” Steve called my attention back to him and I stopped and turned to see him, but he stopped talking. Instead his eyes scanned me up and down, and then I remembered what I was wearing. He loved seeing me in that dress, hot red, tight, short. “It’s good to see you.” He said softly. I blinked at him and tilted my head, telling him without words that I was done with the conversation. And I was really done with him looking at me like that. Of course, I liked it, but I was never going to admit it. He found his next words. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.” I looked away again, maybe because I was lying. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice. He licked his lips and reached into his pocket, pulling out a wad of cash.

“Here.” He held it out to me, and I blanched. I wasn’t going to take it. No way in hell.

“What’s that for?” I already knew the answer.

“Rent.”

“I said I’m working on it.” I grit my teeth at him.

“Well now you have it.” He thrusted the money closer to me. I didn’t budge.

“I don’t want it.”

“Come on…just take it.” He sounded almost like he felt guilty, “Everyone needs some help from time to time.”

“I don’t want your help.” I glared at him.

“Then use it for a new coffee maker.” He offered, “Or whatever.”

“Why?” I cut my eye at him. What did he want?

“Because I’m sorry.” He said it so gently that it tugged at my heart strings. I had to look down at my feet, I could feel my eyes wanting to tear up. “Okay? I’m sorry. About the fighting, about all of it.”

“Trying to buy forgiveness?” I found my inner bitch and blinked away the tears, “Does your girlfriend know you’re here?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He finally spoke of that woman, “She was never my girlfriend, she was just…just…” he huffed and shifted his weight, “Would you please just take the money?”

“Why not? She was cute.” I kept the conversation on that piece of angel food cake, just to make him squirm.

“Yeah, well, she can’t pull of a dress like that one.” He smirked as he made the comment about my dress. I had to bite my lip to keep the smile from growing, although it may have peeked out. “Red is your color.” He said it in a darker tone, one that got me thinking about what he was possibly thinking about.

“Is it now?” I raised a brow, matching his confidence.

“Red is feisty, it’s classy but it’s hot, means danger.” He gave another crooked grin, “Yes, it suits you.” I licked my red lips and couldn’t hide the grin any longer. There was a heat growing in my body from him looking at me and talking to me like that. He held up the money again. “Just take it.”

I had to think. I wanted the money, hell I wanted him. But I had to deny both, my pride wasn’t going to let me take his pity money, or whatever else he was thinking about giving me. God knows I could have used both. Money doesn’t grow on trees, and taking care of your own needs isn’t as fun as letting someone else make your toes curl. This man knew me, he had to know he couldn’t win me over that easily. I boldly stepped forward, closing in on him as I gently took the money from his hand, I felt instant heat when my fingers made contact with his. Oh how I missed that heat. He kept his eyes on my face, even as I stood close enough for him to kiss me. I knew he wouldn’t kiss me, but I couldn’t stop looking at his lips, those lips that I missed so much. While our eyes stayed solely on each other, I reached my other hand for the pocket in his jeans. I pulled it open with one finger, and I slowly but deliberately shoved the money back into his pocket. The heat radiating between us was like heaven and hell all at the same time. If we had kissed at that moment, it would have been amazing, enough to scorch what was left of my sanity.

“Stop flirting and start mopping!” the woman at the bar called out to me, breaking me from my trance. Steve pulled away from me as he shoved his hands in his pockets, as if showing the bartender that he was in fact keeping his hands to himself. He cut his eye at me playfully and shook his head.

“So stubborn.” He said it smoothly, like I hadn’t just ruffled his feathers. I knew I had. “Alright.” He nodded slightly as he began to walk away. “They really make you mop in that dress?” he playfully asked me. I shrugged, not wanting to say anything else that might ruin my moment of triumph. He took some steps backwards before pivoting and walking out of the door, leaving me with a sneaky suspicion that I was going to see him again. I couldn’t help but grin to myself as I turned back to my task, something inside of me glowing and hopeful after our exchange.

However, sometime between him leaving and me getting on the bus, most likely while I was mopping, my grin disappeared and all I could think about was how stupid I was. He wasn’t really back for more than anything but to see how deeply I had fallen over my head. Back to the same job, flirting with strange men to get a tip, struggling. Struggling because I didn’t have him around to stop my pride from burying me, to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground. Every time I was in trouble, he was there. Just not anymore. Why was I so stupid? That money would have helped, I really could have used that money, instead I would be sucking up to some ugly guy with smelly breath, forcing a wink as I passed him a cheap drink in hopes of a twenty-dollar tip. And then I would have to do it again, and again, and again… until I broke. More than that, I let him walk away, again. I kicked him out and slammed the door in his face, I let him walk away after getting his things and leaving my kitchen bare, I let him walk out of that bar, even after he showed me he still may have had some sort of feelings.

Of course he didn’t. That was me being hopeful for something that was never going to happen. I blew it. I was alone.

The bus dropped me off and I made the long and melancholy climb up to my lonely apartment, ignoring the aching in my feet and ankles from my strappy red heels. As I climbed the last couple steps, I noticed a large figure on the floor in the hallway just to the side of my door. There was Steve, again, sitting on the floor, waiting for me. I stopped in my tracks, not at all expecting to see him there, and when he realized I had shown up, he quickly got to his feet. I couldn’t believe it, he was waiting for me, at what used to be our apartment. I slowly approached, not knowing what to say, or do, or expect, but luckily he started the conversation for me.

“Late night?” his voice was soft, like maybe he was wondering what he was doing there too.

“Hello again.” I greeted him with my keys in my hand, but I stood there staring at him instead of unlocking my door.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what time you would be getting back, and I, uh…” he trailed off and looked around the hallway. I eyed him, suspiciously.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned him.

“I, uh,” he paused again, “I paid your rent.”

“You what?” my eyes got wide and I almost dropped my keys. Surely he didn’t really pay my rent.

“After you refused to take the money, I came back here and gave it to the landlord.” He nodded as he finished. His tone sounded confident, but his body language showed he was just as uneasy as I was.

“Why would you do that?” I asked, a little louder than I meant to.

“Because I wanted to.” He finally looked me directly in the eye, and then we both fell silent again. What was there to say?

“Thank you.” I swallowed my attitude long enough to thank him, even though it left me feeling rather pathetic. It was bittersweet, I appreciated his help, although I didn’t want it. What did this mean? The thought to actually go into my apartment and get out of those shoes popped back into my head and I walked up to the door and stuck my key in the lock. “Do you…want to come in?” I offered. He wasn’t moving, which told me he didn’t have any intention of leaving, and he used to live there anyway, so what did it matter?

“Sure.” He agreed as he followed me inside.

It was awkward, but at the same time, it seemed really familiar. I tossed my keys on the tiny table and leaned against the wall while I hastily took my heels off. I groaned as the shoes finally slipped off of my feet, thank the good Lord, because my feet were killing me. It didn’t occur to me until I was almost done removing my second shoe that I was bent over in that short dress, and he was standing behind me. Oops, oh well, nothing he hadn’t seen before. I padded over into the kitchen with my bare feet, the coolness of the linoleum felt wonderful after being in those high heels for so long.

“Want a beer?” I offered him a drink.

“You don’t have rent money, but you have money for beer?” he tried to be humorous, but it wasn’t funny.

“Actually no,” I retorted as I opened the fridge and bent down to reach inside and pull out one of the beers from the bottom shelf. “You left them and I just haven’t thrown them out yet.” I gave him the honest truth. Why I had left them in there I wasn’t sure, but they proved to come in handy at that moment. After also pulling out a bottle of chilled white wine I closed the fridge with my elbow and handed him the beer. He very willingly took it and used something on his keychain to pop the top. I popped the cork out of my wine bottle and didn’t even bother looking for a glass, I took a long, refreshing pull right from the bottle, ignoring the ring of lipstick I left. He chuckled at me.

“Long day?”

“Long month.” I leaned against the counter and took another sip. He finally pressed the beer to his lips and I caught myself staring at him, not so much him, but those lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped it down, and I saw the hue of pink on his skin. He was nervous. I distracted myself with more of my wine.

“Yeah it’s been a long month.” He agreed after swallowing his drink. I know what he meant, because I meant it too. This was Steve’s way of agreeing with me, that this break up had been hard on both of us. I felt bad for him, I really did, but I felt a little worse for myself. True it had been over a month now, but this past month seemed to just be harder, like the weight of it all finally hit me, or hit us both.

“I’ll pay you back.” My voice almost didn’t make it out past my lips.

“No,” he looked down and shook his head, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well I have to give you something.”

“You did.” He smiled as he held up the lowly beer. The beer he had bought himself and left in the fridge. Such a dork.

“Is that beer worth eight hundred and fifty bucks?” I raised a brow. He laughed, and it made my tingle from head to toe.

“Actually, your landlord said the rent went up again. He said he sent out letters but judging by that pile of mail over there,” he pointed to the pile of envelopes on top of the table next to the door, the one I placed my keys on despite the growing mound of papers, “I’m guessing you didn’t get it.” I was never good at opening my mail.

“Shit.” I cursed and rolled my eyes. “How much?”

“Eight ninety-five.” He informed me.

“Damn it!” I cursed again, “Why not just make it nine hundred? Does he think he’s doing me a favor by allowing me to keep an extra five bucks?” This just added to my stress. I couldn’t even begin to figure out how I was going to afford the place by myself. I shook my head and started willing myself not to cry, but I was failing. I felt the tears welling and looked away, pressing the neck of the wine bottle against my lips but not tipping it to drink. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” My voice did little to hide the fact that I was close to breaking down.

“You could look for a roommate.” Steve offered.

“I hate having roommates.” I quickly wiped a tear away before it could tumble down my cheek.

“I know you do, and I’m sure it would be hard to find one.” He paused as he drank from his beer again, “I mean, you’re messy, you use foul language, you don’t like doing dishes…” he started rambling off a list of my not-so-great traits. I cut my eye at him, and he winked at me. What a charming jerk he was being. I scoffed and shook my head. “You might as well start looking for a house for the price of rent here.”

“Yeah a lot of good a house will do me.”

“Buy a fixer-upper, save yourself some money.”

“I can’t even hammer a nail correctly.”

“No big deal, you decorate, I’ll do all the hard work.” He spoke those words without even flinching. I knew what he was doing. He must have been planning to butter me up and somehow just slip himself back in, back into this apartment, back into my life. It should have been music to my ears, God knows I wanted him back, but how can two people move on after how badly we fell out?

“I throw your stuff off the balcony, you empty everything in the kitchen, and now we just go buy a house together like nothing ever happened?” I questioned him, now letting my tears fall as they pleased. He set his beer down and looked at me, really looked at me, like he was ready to talk from the heart.

“I know…” he started and paused to think, “I know things ended badly. And I know we can’t take back what we did, or what we said, but that doesn’t mean we can’t move forward, or start fresh.”

“So you’re saying you want me back?” I tried to lay on my usual attitude, but I wasn’t doing a good job.

“Yes, I do.” His reply had my heart singing, but it felt too good to be true.

“What changed? What happened to that pretty little piece of—”

“Would you just stop?” he interrupted me and I closed my mouth, “I’m here because of you. I miss you. I miss us. I think we can make it work…but you have to try with me. I can’t do all the heavy lifting.”

“And just like that I’m supposed to take you back?”

“Come on baby,” he called me by one of my usual pet names, “Don’t do this. Let’s just start over. Please.” His eyes were pleading with me. And something in those ocean blue eyes made me break.

“Fine.” And then I sniffled back more tears, “I’m sorry.” I wiped more tears away.

“I’m sorry too.” He matched my apology. “I’ll try harder to make more time for us. And in return, maybe you could work on your temper a bit?” he eased that last part in gently, trying not to upset me more.

“I don’t have a temper!” I raised my voice, and he raised a brow at me. Point taken. “Fine. I will.” He smiled.

“Alright…good.” He held his arms open to me, “Now come here.” I hesitated as I wiped my eyes more. He gave me a playful pout. “Please?”

I could have leaped into his arms, but I didn’t, I still had to save face for some reason. But I did walk into his arms and embraced him, and he wrapped his strong arms around me in return. God it felt amazing, it made me feel warm and safe. I missed being against his chest, and in his arms. He smelled amazing, and I breathed in his scent, deep until it filled my head. I felt him place a kiss on my forehead, another thing I missed dearly. Even though I complained that he wasn’t around enough, he made me feel adored. Perhaps I was being selfish, I knew I had to share him with the world, he was a hero, but he was my hero too, and I wanted him with me more than anything. He was right, along with my temper, it was something I would have to work on.

“So they really made you mop the floors in this dress?” his voice rumbled against my body and I chuckled a bit.

“It’s a job, I guess.” I pulled away from him slightly and looked up at his face, and he didn’t waste a second leaning in and placing his lips on mine. It was a quick and simple kiss, and it wasn’t enough to satisfy either one of us. He kissed me again, slowly, wrapping his lips around my top lip and giving me goosebumps. “Does this mean,” he kissed me again, “I can quit?”

“Now I didn’t say that.” He teased me before kissing me again, this time with more heat and more vigor. The butterflies in my stomach turned into heat that slowly seeped all over my body. I was such a sucker for the way he kissed me, that damn mouth of his was my kryptonite. “But maybe you could leave this dress for different occasions. It’s not a work dress.” And he leaned in to kiss me again, but this time I surprised him with a little tongue, touching it to his bottom lip before sucking on him, and he groaned a bit.

“I thought you said it looks good on me.” The words rushed out, as if I was trying to race against the heat that was taking over my entire body, I was already growing wetter by the second.

“Oh it does,” he purred against my lips as he let his hands slip down onto my ass, and he gave me a firm squeeze, “But it would look much better on the floor.” I took the opportunity to make fun of his cheesy line by pulling myself away from his lips and playfully gasping at him.

“Captain Rogers!” I lightheartedly scolded him, “You don’t usually talk to women like that.” And I innocently slapped at his chest.

“It’s been a while, alright?” he gave me an exasperated look, and then he grit his teeth and looked me up and down again. “Now take off this dress.” He spoke through gritted teeth, almost demanding that I strip. The way he was looking at me was telling me he was in need, and I couldn’t deny I needed it too. I walked out of his arms, giving him a playful glare. I had something he wanted, and I was going to use it to my advantage. I leaned against the opposite counter, turned and pushed my ass out to him while I drank more of my wine.

“I don’t care much for make-up sex.” I announced to him.

“Oh, for God’s sake.” He huffed as he rushed up behind me and pinched my left cheek, making me squeal. “Such a tease.” And then his hand found the zipper on the back of my dress and he yanked it down without an ounce of grace.

As soon as the fabric fell away from my shoulders, he had his mouth on me again. His kisses were warm and wet, the smacking sound his lips made when they left my skin fell onto my ears and made me even wetter. His large hands hastily shoved the dress further down and off of my body, causing it to fall at my feet, exposing me in nothing more than my matching silk panties. His hungry, opened mouth kisses were replaced with a sharp bite at my neck, and I jumped.

“Hey!” I complained about his roughness.

“A little payback for throwing my stuff off the balcony.” He breathed into my ear as his hands roamed all over me, his fingers reading my skin and goosebumps like it was braille.

I moaned and rolled my head back onto him, God it felt good. And then his fingers grazed up my torso, onto my breasts, where he gave me another firm squeeze and pulled me back against his chest. He gave me another wet kiss on my neck. I wanted to snap something back at him for his little payback quip, but my brain was too preoccupied on what his mouth was doing to me. As if that wasn’t enough, his fingers found my hardening nipples and he starting to roll and pinch them. The need seared through my veins and shot straight down to my womanhood, and my inner muscles clenched, needing attention, needing to be filled. I moaned and puffed out my chest, aching for more attention. His fingers didn’t cease on my poor aching buds, and his lips and teeth kept working on my neck and shoulder, the chill of the air on my naked skin combined with his work and had me squirming.

When he felt satisfied with his work, he released my pert nipples and slid his hands down my body again, his fingers found their way to that magic spot between my thighs, and he rubbed me through the silk. I moaned again and started squirming more, I hated how slow he was going, and I knew he was more than ready to get to the good part, I could feel his erection pressed against the back of me. I spun around to face him and was met by his hot mouth again, it was fierce and forceful on mine, claiming my mouth and the air from my lungs. I bit his bottom lip, testing him, telling him I still had my power. He upped the ante by dropping to his knees and laying a wanton kiss on my pelvis before gripping my panties between his pretty white teeth, and he slowly, seductively, pulled them down my legs. The feeling of his hot breath and teeth tracing down my body made me shiver from head to toe, and my fingers found their way into his golden hair upon his trip back up my body. With the little strength I had against his, he allowed me to keep him on his knees with his mouth hovering in front of my soaking pussy. He read my mind, but instead of staying down on his knees, he slid his hands back up to my ass and swiftly picked me up as he stood, and set me down gently on the counter I was leaning against. His hands gripped my thighs and he forced my legs open, exposing my sex to him in full view.

“Hungry?” I tempted him further.

“Starving.” He growled at me without taking his eyes off of the prize. He licked his lips before ducking his head down and getting to business.

He placed the flat of his tongue against my lips and drew one long, slow drag up my lips. A few more laps of his tongue had me moaning, until he used the tip of his tongue to flick my clit, then I was practically singing. He continued to pluck at my nerves, making my muscles contract and relax, sending me closer and close to the edge. I puffed, and moaned, and mewled as he drew tiny circles around my tiny button. My fingers gripped his blonde hair tightly and held him in place, begging for him to keep going. He sucked my clit between his lips and my hips started bucking against his face, God his mouth was so amazing. I felt him slip a single digit into me without any resistance, and I moaned his name. After thrusting his finger once or twice, he slipped another one in while simultaneously flicking his tongue on me again. The delight continued to grow when his two fingers began to massage my g-spot, sending me further and further into ecstasy.

“Oh God…” I moaned and pushed on his head more. I wanted more, needed more, of him, of what he was doing to me. His free hand reached up and played with my right breast, finding my nipple and tweaking it again. The sensation from his fingers and the tingling I was getting from his mouth met in my core. “Oh my God, I’m gonna come.” I whined at him, begging for that sweet release. But he pulled his mouth and fingers off of me, denying me from my growing climax. I groaned, “Come on! Don’t stop.”

“Not yet, baby.” He panted to me as he started to undo his belt and fly. This part was almost like getting a gift on your birthday. His fingers moved quickly but ineptly, his eagerness getting the best of him. “I need to be inside you.” His pants dropped and he lifted his shirt, showing off his hard rod, stiff, veiny and waiting to be shoved deep inside of me. It practically made my mouth water, seeing the length, the girth, the pink head. I bit my lip playfully and giggled at him.

“Is that for me?” teasing him always made him more assertive, more aggressive, which was just what I wanted.

“You know you missed it.” His low voice rumbled back at me as he lined up and positioned himself. The head of his dick rested against my wet folds only for a quick moment, and then he pushed inside, slowly and deliberately, making sure I felt every inch of him. My greedy cunt quivered as it stretched to accommodate him, his size was greater than the toy I had been using in his absence.

“Fuuuuuck…” I moaned as he buried himself inside of me completely. The tip of his dick hit my cervix in a way that was both painful and delectable. Full of need and lust I reached out and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to mine again for a wet, messy kiss. He expertly adjusted me on top of the counter, putting me in the optimal position to be rammed into. “I missed you.” I breathed to him after my lips released his, and he started thrusting into me. No time was wasted on starting off slow, he got right to setting a good rhythm.

“I missed you too.” He returned my heartfelt words, perhaps a little misplaced since we were getting down to the good part. I watched his face contort as he squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of my pussy on him.

“I bet you missed this pussy.” Dirty talk either got him going harder or annoyed him, both of which I enjoyed. When he ignored me and kept thrusting I decided to play with him a little harder. “That’s really why you came back, right?” The look of absolute pleasure disappeared from his face and he cut his eye at me, and I giggled at him.

“Alright,” he gripped my legs tightly and pulled me closer, effectively shoving himself deeper inside me until there was nothing left to take, and I gave a little yelp. “Enough of that.” He told me he was done with my brashness.

The familiar sound of his pelvis crashing into me fell upon the kitchen as he started to truly fuck me for the first time in a what felt like a long time. First, I had no words, no voice, and not even any breath left in my lungs from his quickness. He grunted and smirked to himself, this was how he liked it, he loved giving it to me so good that there was nothing for me to say. Eventually I thought to breathe, but the air quickly left me again in the form of a pathetic whine. My toy couldn’t compete with the pure masculine power of the super soldier pounding into me. I gasped and mewled again, and he gave a quick “Mmhmm” with a rather cocky nod. My orgasm wasn’t taking long to build, and I could feel my face starting to flush. The feeling of his clothes brushing against my bare skin only added fuel to the flame. This man came back to claim me and he was doing just that. It wasn’t long until I started sounding like some chick in a porno, squealing, moaning and practically hiccupping with pleasure.

“Oh my God…” I droned as I felt my muscles tightening. I was so close, but still wanted more.

“Touch yourself.” His voice commanded me, only shaking slightly from the swift and powerful pounding of his hips. He knew I what I wanted to do. I followed his command and my free hand found my clit, buzzing from what he was doing to me and still echoing the pleasure from his mouth. I rubbed in small circles, inadvertently applying pressure when his pelvis collided with my fingers. I was as good as gone at that point.

“Steve I’m gonna come.” I confessed while panting, the pleasure hitting me so good I swear I had tears welling in my eyes.

“I know you are.” His breathy voice was still low, but it sounded like he was close too. The way my pussy was gripping him, he couldn’t be that far behind. “So stop being so stubborn and come.” He demanded.

Forget talking dirty, I loved when he took charge of me, of my body, and it always did the trick. I went shooting off like a rocket as my orgasm came sweeping over me. I squealed his name over and over again as I trembled, my muscles clamped down on him so hard that I couldn’t believe he was still thrusting into me so sharply. He barely missed a beat. My nails dug into the back of his neck as almost every muscle in my body contracted, I was sure I had marked his skin. But he did not complain, instead he grunted and groaned as he found his own orgasm, chasing the tail of mine. He opened his mouth and let a loud shout escape him while he held onto me, keeping himself buried deep as he painted my inner walls with is hot cum. I watched his face relax as he panted and slowly came down from his high, his hot breath hitting my face and mixing with the air rushing in and out of my lungs just the same. I blinked, and I swear I saw stars somewhere off in the distance.

“Okay,” I breathed out heavily, “I might actually like make-up sex.” He chuckled and put his fevered forehead against mine.

“Should we christen the place all over again?” he questioned me, letting me know he could keep going. I honestly wasn’t sure if I could keep up, but that wasn’t about to stop me.

The End

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