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pantherastevens · 8 months
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Sorpresa: Sharp Shooter
Hey y’all and welcome to Part Three of Sorpresa (Surprise)!
Here’s Part One and Part Two for those who missed it!
Warnings: Gun use, cursing, homophobia, transphobia, threats of violence
Enjoy!
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Summary: Miles vaguely understood that his girlfriend was a bit of a wild card. Quiet people tend to be like that. But it never fails to surprise him how often she could pull off such a thing.  
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Miles didn't finally come out of his stupor until he felt his girlfriend's soft lips on his. He leaned in for a few seconds before pulling away.
"You're hurt, ma," he whispered. The girl scraped her knee badly, the skin completely torn. Panthera looked down before shrugging.
"It's not so bad," she said. Miles narrowed his eyes at her nonchalant response.
"That's the adrenaline talking. Let's find a nearby store to get some bandages, and I can patch you up." Panthera opened her mouth to object, only for an unwanted voice to yell at her.
"MAN, FUCK YOU AND YO GAY ASS BOYFRIEND, BITCH!" The pair turned to find Jerome sneering at both of them. The rejection and public humiliation seemed too for the man, rage pumping through his veins. Miles immediately pushed Panthera behind him.
"Aye, calm down-"
"DON'T TELL ME TO DO SHIT NIGGA! I OUTTA BOX YO ASS. AND THAT UGLY ASS BITCH OF YOURS CAN GET IT TOO! PROBABLY DATING A FUCKING DUDE THAT TURNED INTO GIRL-"
BAM!
Miles was no stranger to gunshots. It was a part of his lullaby whenever he slept at night. During his adventures as the Prowler, his enemies would use a gun to try to injure or kill him. Hell, even his tío uses them.
Which is why he didn't jump at the sound. But what made the hair on the back of his neck stand up was how close it was...
Like, right behind him close...
He slowly looked over her shoulder to find an unexpected sight.
Panthera, su dulce angelito, holding a smoking gun in the air.
She walked from behind him, staring at Jerome with cold eyes.
"Apologize." Jerome blinked.
"Wha-"
"Apologize," Panthera repeated, eyes hard as a slender tensed on the trigger. Jerome shook his head, trying to stand firm.
"You don't even know how to-" The man didn't get a chance to finish his answer as Panthera fired at him. The man flinched as the bullet grazed his cheek. A hand shakily raised to touch the tender skin.
"That was a warning shot. Now Imma say it one more time before that warning becomes a promise. Apologize," Panthera said. Jerome swallowed.
"I-I-I'm sorry..." The girl's eyes narrowed, unsatisfied. Jerome felt his body tense in time with her trigger finger.
"Louder."
"I'm sorry," he repeated, loud enough for the entire group to hear. Panthera raised a brow, gun still aimed at him.
"For," she drawled lazily.
"F-For disrespecting you and ya boyfriend. For challenging h-him after y-you said no. For not a-accepting my defeat like a man a-and lashing out. I-I promise I w-won't do it again!" Panthera didn't say anything, cold eyes still trained on the shivering man.
The entire court seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see what the girl would do.
A slow smile spread on the girl's full lips, and a low dark chuckle could be heard as she flipped on the safety lock on her gun.
"Apology accepted..." Jerome fell on his knees, relieved as the girl turned to face her shell-shock audience.
"What are you all looking at," she asked with a cocked brow as she put her gun back in its holster under her dress (Miles was relieved to see the biker shorts underneath it, he would've had to kill a few dudes if otherwise.) Miles blinked at her question.
"Ma, you can't be serious," he said. His girlfriend innocently cocked her head at him as if she didn't pull a gun on a full-grown male and threatened to lay him out in public.
'It's like there's always something new and mind-boggling about her that just continues to make me fall for her...' Panthera looked as if she was gonna answer, but she felt a hand touch her shoulder.
"Miss Panthera?" The girl turned to find a man who looked around her father's age, maybe even older. A glimmer of pride could be found in his dark brown eyes as he handed her a plastic bag.
Eyes that resembled hers strangely...
"This is for your knee. I am sorry about the young man and all the trouble he caused, especially when not knowing who you or your father are. Thank you for not killing him, even though he may have deserved it," the man said, nodding in respect. The girl's eyes widen a fraction at the strong accent in the man's voice. One she recognized that appeared faintly in her father's voice after he returned from one particularly long trip a little before she and Miles got together.
"You know my Baba," she murmured, eyeing the older man. The man let out a chuckle.
"Ewe nkosazana encinci. Only one man I know has that same bone-chilling smirk, and you clearly inherited it. You're well on your way to being a force of nature yourself." Panthera stared at the man, stunned.
'How does he know...?' Panthera wondered as the man's dark eyes suddenly trained on the Afro-Latino boy.
"Young man." Miles stood up straighter.
"Yes, sir?" The man let out a soft hum, eyes gleaming in approval.
"You treat this one well, do you understand me," he said, his tone playful, but the dark undertones were present. Miles was smart enough to notice it.
"Of course, sir," Miles replied, walking up to pick up his girlfriend. Panthera did her best not to blush as her boyfriend picked her up. The nice man was about to walk away when Panthera called to him.
"Khawume, nceda! Lithini igama lakho?" The man smiled at the young girl in the boy's arms.
"Andinakukuxelela loo nto ngoku, nkosazana encinane. Kodwa unokundithatha njengomhlobo. Sala kakuhle, panther encinci..." With that, the man left.
Miles toted the dazed girl off to the park nearby, settling her on a bench. Miles kneeled before her as he looked over the stuff the mysterious man gave her, finding the basic necessities to treat the girl's wound, some painkillers and a bottle of water.
He handed the water bottle and some pills to Panthera, who took them robotically, eyes still seeming far away.
"Soooo, anything you want to tell me," he said as he used some alcohol to disinfect her wound and clean up the streaks of blood that made their way down her leg. Panthera finally came to, looking at her boyfriend as if for the first time.
"Huh?" Miles snorted.
"So you not gonna tell me that you could play basketball, or that you know how to shoot a gun, or how that man seems to know you and apparently your dad?" Panthera gave a nonchalant shrug.
"Baba taught me how to hoop ever since I could walk. My height is just a misleading factor. Plus, I did gymnastics briefly, which helped me jump pretty high and deal with heights. As far as the gun thing, Baba is very adamant about my safety, so he taught me how to shoot when I was about 14. He insists I stay strapped at all times, even at school," she raddled off as her boyfriend took care of her knee. Miles let out a hum, intrigued and a little terrified, as he listened to his girl talk about her father.
He seriously didn't want to end up on his bad side...
"And that man," he asked as he bandaged the massive cut, leaving a brief kiss on it. He spied the faint smile on her face before it faded into a thoughtful look.
"...I honestly don't know." Well, that's not unsettling.
"What was it was he saying to you? He seemed to know the same language you do," Miles asked after a beat of silence. He's noticed that she spoke with him sometimes, but he would be too caught up in the moment to question her on what it was or what she was saying. He kinda made him realize there were parts of her he didn't fully know about...
Shaking off the thought, he dug into Panthera's bag to put on her jewelry and slip her sandals back on her feet as he patiently waited for her to answer. Panthera bit her lip, eyes narrowing at him.
"It's Xhosa, a language from my grandfather's homeland. And I tried getting his name, but he refused to tell me. Just to consider him as a friend..." Miles can clearly see that Panthera didn't want to continue on this topic, so he decided to let it go.
"Well, he seemed nice enough, so I guess he could be. Now c'mon, we can swing by your favorite restaurant for some food. My treat." Seeing the girl perk up after a hellish and weird bump in their date made it worth ignoring the issue of his girl's past.
For now, at least.
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Dedicated to @444morales 💜💜💜
Translations: 
-Spanish-
Su dulce angelito : His sweet little angel 
-Xhosa-
Ewe nkosazana encinci : Yes, little princess
Khawume, nceda! Lithini igama lakho? : Wait, please! What is your name?
Andinakukuxelela loo nto ngoku, nkosazana encinane. Kodwa unokundithatha njengomhlobo. Sala kakuhle, panther encinci... : I can't tell you that now, little princess. But you can consider me as a friend. Goodbye, little panther...
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lavishedinjimin · 4 years
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Crybaby - 3 (m)
— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.
alt: Jungkook doesn’t want to leave you.
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↳ pairing: jungkook x reader
↳ genre: smut, fluff
↳ rating: r-18/18+
↳ word count: 12k
↳ warnings: the usual dom!jk x sub! reader, ddlg themes, reader is small in height, degrading terms, he’s aggressive this chapter YIKES, jungkook gets turned on seeing you cry, manhandling, uses of rope and a vibrator, kinky sex, size kink, multiple orgasms, rough intercourse, jk’s a sadist, throat fucking, dirty talk, teasing, very possessive jk, and aftercare!!! there’s also some tooth melting fluff to (hopefully) balance everything out ;)
A/n: Before anything else, I want to repeat saying that everything written here is purely fictional, consensual, and doesn’t mirror the mentioned artists’ personality in real life.
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Jungkook thinks you’re the most adorable person in the entire world.
“How did you even fall in love with me?” you ask innocently, resting your head on his lap as you both let Edward Scissorhands play in the background. You didn’t even want to watch it in the first place but of course, a little bit of his desperate ‘please’ and puppy eyes always wins your meek heart.
He wraps his hand around your jaw, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. Giggling from the sudden impromptu kiss, you feel his soft, supple lips fondle with your own so gingerly. His grip on you tightens before he pulls away with a smirk, noticing the blush on your cheeks.
“So suddenly, baby?” Jungkook mutters as he feeds you a spoonful of Reese’s ice cream he holds in one hand. Looking down at your endearing face, he replies, “Don’t you remember our arcade date? That’s when I confessed my love to you.”
“Yeah, but…” you ponder, “Did you plan it all along?”
Jungkook shuts his eyes before giggling, his dimples peeking through his cheeks. Watching black strands of hair fall down right in front of his eyes as you gaze at him in confusion. Jungkook just sits there. “Well, there’s this exact moment when I knew that I just had to make you mine.”
With your eyes slowly expanding, you try to hide the smile that was slowly creeping up your face. He places the spoon inside the tub, letting his hand stroke your delicate cheek. “Wanna know what it was, baby girl?”
The way how fast you nodded your head was a little bit embarrassing. He grins nonetheless, “So…”
*flashback*
“Y/n,” Jungkook’s arm snakes around your waist before he tugs you closer to him. He gazes down at you with a smile before he points to the shelf full of toys and stuffed animals. “Which one do you like?”
Gulping, you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows, “Why?”
He doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Because I’m gonna win as many tickets as I possibly can to get it for you.”
You didn’t know how to respond for your shyness takes over you once again. On the other hand, Jungkook finds this so charming about you.
“The pink penguin…perhaps?” you mumble.
Jungkook immediately walks closer to approach the male employee behind the counter and inquires, “Excuse me, but how many tickets to get that penguin over there?”
You giggle as you watch how serious he looked as if talking about a huge business deal with his arms crossed together.
The man replies with a bright smile, “1500 tickets, that is!”
“That’s a lot—” you exhale.
“Let’s go, Y/n!” he abruptly pulls you by the arm and tugs you along with him, “I’m gonna get that lil’ penguin for you, baby.”
Your heart swells at the petname. It wasn’t his first time saying it, you just can’t get used to it.
Even though this was the fifth date, the post-nervousness was still there. Before he picked you up from work, your hands were sweating bizarrely. It wasn’t like you weren’t comfortable with him, no, you were always at ease when you’re with him. The reason for the nervousness was you haven’t been in a relationship with someone for so long, and Jungkook has his bars set up high. 
Plus, it was overwhelming in a good way; Jungkook was the confident type and he likes to display how much he adores you – either in private or public places, he didn’t care. As long as he can properly show how much he likes you.  
The arcade has a very 80s feel to it, with a color scheme of mostly red, yellow, and blue. It was lively and has a fun atmosphere going around. Children were running around with their parents, eager to search for another machine to take over, teenage boys were competing against each other in a game of Tekken, and a lot of girls were having a blast inside the Karaoke rooms. 
While time goes on in the arcade, you never realized that he was super competitive. “Y/n, I’m gonna beat this record, watch me.” He says in a deep tone as though wanting to sound serious, stretching his arms to prepare for the punching machine.
“Are you sure?” you chuckle as you hold all of you two’s well-earned tickets from the past hours, “The record is 877. Are you even strong enough?”
You could’ve sworn to yourself that it was an innocent, genuine question. But Jungkook, on the other hand, turns behind to look at you with those dark yet sensual eyes. He precipitously cracks his knuckles, succeeding to intimidate you.
“What a weird question, Y/n,” he says sarcastically with a smirk daubed on his face, “I don’t think you know how powerful I am, babe.”
As soon as those words left his lips, he turns back around in a flash, swinging his right arm with all his might until his fist crashes against the punching bag. You let out a loud gasp, mouth forming into a beaming wide grin as the machine slightly thuds from the harsh impact.
Still, he doesn’t look at the score and he looks at you with a cocky grin, boldly spreading his arms out.
“Kook—” you snort.
“What did I tell you, Y/n? I’m the strongest man you know.”
“Sure but,” you cover your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing too loud, “You s-scored 878!”
Jungkook whips around instantly. Surely, surely he didn’t win by only 1 single point! He groans and stomps his foot like a little child. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
You couldn’t control your laughter anymore as you reach out to him, hugging his body from behind. Jungkook throws his head back in despair while he places his hands on top of yours. Your hug felt warm and soft, feeling your cheek pressed up against him. Jungkook turns you around until he was face to face with you.
“You’re so small,” he practically whispers underneath his breath. He places his long, slender index finger below your chin and tilts your head up. Then with his other hand, he uses it to remove the lost strands of hair away from your face. “So fucking cute.”
You can’t help but look away as your body freezes in place. And once again, you feel yourself wanting to crawl into a little ball and hide from everyone from how tough he was staring at you. There was a fuzzy, fiery feeling going on inside your system that you can’t seem to handle.
“Nuh-uh, keep those pretty eyes on me.” He applies just the right amount of force on your chin and angles your head to look up.
Your breathing almost stops at that single sentence.
Jungkook looked like as if numerous of thoughts were running through his brain. His eyes were not only fixated on yours but were darting all over. He memorizes the pattern on your face; the distance between your nose to your mouth, the little creases near your eyes, your moles, and even the little pimples you had on your temples, he thinks you’re so beautiful. Too beautiful to handle.
‘How can a person look so perfect?’ He asks himself.
“Kook?”
Oh, how soft your voice is. His mouth curves into a gentle smile for he can’t help himself but pull you closer.
“Hm?”
“People are staring.”
Jungkook scoffs quietly, “Let them stare, Y/n. This is our world and they’re just living in it.”
You had a tough, long day at work and this date really made your day better. You were laughing and having fun with Jungkook the whole time, experiencing one of the most enjoyable days you’ve ever had. It was as if all of your problems went away whenever you’re with him. You and he played almost every game in the arcade, except for the Dance Dance machine which was sadly under maintenance. You were really looking forward to beating him in Dance Revolution because he insists that he’s a good dancer. He has yet to prove that to you! 
“Yes! I won!” You yelled, turning your hands into a fist after successfully beating Jungkook at the Hockey table. He chuckles when you stuck your tongue out at him like a child.
“I obviously allowed you to win that one, babe,” he playfully rolls his eyes. “I mean, you have to win at least something, right?”
“Hey!” you pout, treading heavily to his side. Jungkook gawks down at you with his brows raised. “I won because I’m good at it, okay?”
“Aww,” he teases, “Alright then little one. Say whatever you want.”
“You’re so,” you gulp, “so m-mean.”
Jungkook looks around the arcade, zooming his eyes all over the place until he spots an ice-cream seller just outside the building.
An idea pops up inside his mind.
“I’ll treat you some ice cream, how’s that?”
He notices how your eyes glimmer as if little shining stars replaced your pupils. You nod frantically.
“Yeah? Alright, wait for me here, okay? And in the meantime, how about you turn in all of our tickets, and let’s see if we can get the penguin stuffie.”
“Okay,” you jitter excitedly, holding the stack of tickets tighter. You watch him walk out of the area, catching the way he pulls out his black leather wallet from the back pocket of his jeans.
Making your way down the hallway to the main entrance where the ticket eaters are, you smile at a couple of strangers who had their eyes on you. When you arrived, you can’t take your eyes off of the shelves full of plushies. Especially the pink penguin that you were after. You had an instinct to squint your eyes at the toy as if having a little staring contest with it while the machine consumes and counts all of the tickets.
After a little while, you hear Jungkook’s voice calling your name.
“Y/n!” he shouts, holding up two cookies and cream ice cream cones, “come, come!”
You sprinted. You didn’t know why you were so excited to get the ice cream, leaving the tickets counting all alone behind you.
“Yaaay! Ice cr—oomph!” 
There was a step slightly higher towards the exit and your feet immediately collides against it. Like a quick wisp of air, your body smashes upon the hard, cold cemented floor. A loud, painful cry escapes your lips as you close your eyes, trying to endure the building pain on your forearms and knees.
‘This is so embarrassing!’ you say in your mind, struggling to regain your composure. 
People around you looked, some tried to hide their obvious laughter by covering their mouths, but none helped.
Jungkook saw everything. Quickly handing the ice cream back to the vendor, saying that ‘he’ll come back for it’, he dashes to where you are and handles your fallen body with utmost care.
“Hey, hey baby,” he whispers, placing his hands on your underarms to lift you up with ease, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
His heart drops to his stomach right when you looked up at him with your big, teary eyes.
“Oh god,” Jungkook’s voice weakens, “No, no, don’t cry baby girl, don’t cry…”
You were so humiliated. You shouldn’t have run so fast like that, you should’ve watched your step! Now everyone will look at you weirdly!
Whimpering when Jungkook makes you walk, you shake your head to show that it hurts as you try to hold back your tears. “Ohh, Y/n,” he sighs before he lifts you up, and carries you to a nearby brown bench just outside the arcade. He crouches before you, “Does your knees hurt, hmm?” his hands caress your exposed legs up and down, trying his best to soothe you.
Biting your lip, you nod slowly.
“Aw, goodness,” he leans closer to you and kisses your forehead, “What did you do, huh? You should’ve been more careful and watched your step.” He clicks his tongue, making a ‘tsk’ sound, “Good thing there’s no scratches.”
The stern, strict tone of his voice caused you to look away and hang your head low. “S-Sorry…” you sniffed.
A single tear flows out of your right eye and it slowly treads down your cheek. Jungkook was quick to notice, wiping your tear away with his thumb. “Hey, it’s okay baby.” He reaches your hand and gives it a little kiss, “Don’t cry now, hmm? Look at me,” he tilts your head up with a single finger underneath your chin, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re okay, you’re with me.”
You only stared at him with glossy eyes, not giving a reply. However, Jungkook’s mind comes up with a plan. “Wait here Y/n, okay? I’ll be right back.”
“No!” you whine, shaking your head. Your hands grab onto his muscular biceps as you try to pull him closer.
He chuckles quietly and holds your face in his big, warm hands, his eyes staring deep into yours. “I won’t be going far, baby girl, I’m not leaving you alone, yeah? Stay here for me, I’ll be back in a quick second.” With a final kiss on top of your head, he shuffles back inside the arcade, leaving you alone on the bench while the soft, supple air kisses your skin. The wind whooshes your hair to one side, causing a few strands to get caught in your mouth. You hiked your knees up to your stomach, hugging yourself in search of comfort.
You never want to go inside that arcade ever again.
A few moments have passed and you see Jungkook walking back to you with a huge grin on his face, hands behind his back as if hiding something.
Your mood instantly picks up again when he surprises you with the soft, pink penguin stuffie, handing it over to you with a big smile. You eagerly reached your arms out to grab for the toy, but he doesn’t give it to you just yet. 
“Uh-uh, promise me you won’t be sad anymore?”
“I promise!” you giggle, eyes laid still on the penguin. “Gimme!”
“Right,” he sighs amusingly, “Here you go, babe.” Jungkook laughs from how fast you snatched the stuffie away from him. He looks at you with love as you cuddled the toy in your arms, pressing your cheeks against it.
In the meantime, he leaves you to get the ice creams that the vendor was still keeping an eye on the entire time. Jungkook pays him and apologizes for the wait, before coming back to you with two cones in each hand.
“Ice cream,” he gives you your cone, “for my crybaby.”
Jungkook, somehow – as crazy as it may sound – feels his chest warming up from the sight of you. How come he likes seeing you this way? Something about taking care of you drives his heart pounding. Was it because you look so cute, yet so vulnerable? Or was it his caretaking, nurturing personality that was beginning to emerge? Whatever it was, Jungkook was fond of it.
Jungkook walks you back home, his hand intertwined with yours, while you carry your penguin toy that you named Perry. 
“Perry?” Jungkook chuckles amusingly, “Like Perry the Platypus?” 
“Nope!” you shake your head with a serious glint in your face, “Perry the Pink Penguin!” 
“Well that’s just horrific.” 
The air around the two of you was great – it wasn’t hot nor cold either. You two had little sweet talks and short conversations here and there as your shoes brush along the paved sidewalks.
When you both end up in your doorstep, you bid Jungkook goodbye. “Thank you for today, Kook,” you speak shyly, “And um, for this—” you refer to the penguin stuffie. He chuckles but not a word has been spoken. So you continue, “I-I also want to say sorry… for uh… because you had to see me cry…”
“No, no, it’s alright with me,” Jungkook quickly reassures you, enveloping your small figure into a hug, leaning down so that his chin rests on top of your head. “It doesn’t bother me. In fact, uh, Y/n?”
You raise your brows, pulling out of the hug to stare at him, “Yeah?”
Jungkook gulps the ball that has been formed in his throat, looking away from your beautiful face for a moment before recollecting his thoughts, “I’ve…I’ve thought about this for a while now. Like a really long time.”
You listen with your mouth slightly agape, watching him get a little flustered.
“I really really fucking like you, Y/n. I know you know that already.”
Your heart beats a little faster.
“And I want to spend more time with you. There’s not a day where I don’t think about you. Almost every second of my mind is filled with you and your pretty smile. I w-want to treat you and take care of you everyday without having to think twice. So, uh, if you want can you…can you be my girl—”
“Yes!”
Jungkook was taken aback from your quick reply. His eyes slightly expand as the corner of his lips curve up, “Yes?”
“Yes! I-I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Jungkook’s heart was filled with joy and ecstasy for he was so glad that you felt the same way. He lifts your body up and spins you around, causing you to squeal and hold onto his shoulders.
“You’re mine now, Y/n. Fucking finally.”
*end of flashback*
“What do you mean?! So the entire time we were playing games at that arcade… the moment you fell in love with me was when I cried because I tripped?!” You bellowed, sitting up straight on the couch as Jungkook laughs his ass off from your reaction.
“Well, obviously it’s not only that! That moment just sticks to my mind a lot. You’re too adorable when you cry.” Jungkook smirks on the last sentence, having two meanings behind it. 
You huff, standing up to head to the bedroom. “Hey, where are you going baby?” With him still giggling, he tries to catch your arm.
“Bedroom! I’m scared of Edward Scissorhands. You’re weird, Jungkook.”
“I’ll be with you after I finish my ice cream!”
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Being a graphic designer can be challenging yet enjoyable at the same time. You get to do what you love which was drawing and editing digital photos, yet the only downfall was that you had to work in an office building. Being an introvert, having a lot of people around your workplace was a lot to get used to.
But thankfully, you have Jimin.
Not only is he one of your best friends, but he was also a senior designer who is assigned to you – his inferior.
Sometimes you two can’t even get a single thing done because all you both did was fool around your office, instead of him guiding you and teaching you the ropes.
“Hey, Y/n!” Jimin gleams as he walks inside the office room, hands in his pockets. He was wearing black fitted pants and a white long-sleeved shirt tucked inside. “Have you ate yet?”
You stretch your arms out, twisting your body side to side to crack your bones. “Uh, yeah! I ate two cups of ramen before you got here.”
He smiles at you, “That’s good. Anyway, are we still working on the designs for our Christmas calendar?” Jimin sits across from you, eyeing all of the scattered papers filled with colorful drawings.
“Mhm! This is my fourth edit. Director didn’t like my designs,” you pout.
“That’s why you need my help, Y/n.” He speaks slowly with his eyes squinting, enunciating his words, “Me and no one else.”
“Sure.” You roll your eyes.
“That’s no way to talk to your superior!”
Meanwhile, Jungkook tilts his head to the side in dismay when he gets stuck in the long traffic. He was on the way to your office building to pick you up from work, but of course, it just had to be a busy Monday today. No cars were moving even a single inch, the whole highway motionless that causes Jungkook to zone out a little bit.
Zoning out isn’t a good move for Jungkook for he tends to think about the most ridiculous, absurd things ever.
But suddenly, as if his thoughts were infatuated by a demon, the image of your sobbing, fucked-out face flashes in his mind. He unconsciously bites on his lower lip, remembering how much your little body shuddered, and how you keep withering around the bed from even the slightest of touch.
“Shit,” Jungkook breathes out, feeling uncomfortable in his seat. He shuffles around until he finds a good position, sensing a tightness in his pants. He recalls how he got so turned on just from your sensitivity, the way you were whimpering and trying your best to hold back your tears.
Knowing that he’s the only person that can make you cry from having sex really strokes his ego. Before he had you, he didn’t know that he had a kink for making his significant other cry during intercourse. 
It may be just the sadistic side of him getting fueled up whenever he sees your tears, he can’t explain how much it drives him wild.
Jungkook smirks while he rests his elbow on the car door as his fingers play with his lip. He’s cocky about the fact that he can make you sob and quiver like that. Make you turn so fucking submissive and obedient for him, letting him take over and control your frail, poor body.
He remembers the first time he discovers your filthy kinks and fantasies, how baffled he was to know that an innocent, shy girl like you can be so wild. It was always the ones you don’t expect to have a freaky side.
Jungkook grunts as his hand grip the steering wheel a little tighter, knuckles turning white. He chuckles to himself as the raging boner hardens beneath his black ripped jeans, almost being a little too painful to bear. He hears your cries of pleasure ringing in his ears, the way you whimpered so cutely every time, your sobs growing louder and louder, he loves those noises. Thankfully, the traffic eases up and cars finally move.
“Oh, Y/n,” Jungkook mutters whilst shaking his head, “What an angel you are.”
If it weren’t for the traffic lights that always reminded him to slow down, Jungkook would’ve driven in light-speed just to see you again. His dirty thoughts that won’t go away was making him impatient and hornier. 
When he successfully arrives at the building, he speed-walks to the elevator, heading to the second floor. Jungkook taps his foot impatiently, crossing his arms together. “Fucking hell,” he grunts as his mind keeps repeating images of your cute body trying to take his dick, how your legs shake, or the way your eyes couldn’t keep themselves open from the pleasure he was giving you. He sighs with a little grin on his face, “Why am I like this?”
The door opens and he makes his way to your area, knowing which hallways and turns he has to make thanks from his previous visits. He makes long, quick strides until he finally reaches your office.
But the excited smile that was once planted in his face fades away when he spots you from outside the window, with Jimin behind you. Jungkook feels his body tense when Jimin leans his body from behind, his arms trapping your upper body with his cheek pressed against your face.
“What the fuck?”
Jungkook’s blood boils and he feels himself getting enraged. Why were you letting him touch you like that? He knows that Jimin’s only a friend, but he was not supposed to act all touchy like that with a girl who’s already taken. It made Jungkook furious to see some other man holding his girl like that – for he was supposed to be the only one. The only arms that are supposed to wrap around your body are his.
He tries to calm down. Jungkook really does attempt to calm down but his nerves don’t stop heating up. With a shaky exhale, he grabs his phone from his back pocket and calls your number to test if you’ll pick up.
“Oh, wait, is that your phone?” Jimin asks, “Someone’s calling you.”
You giggle while you make your way to the desk while dragging Jimin behind you. Your phone displayed Jungkook’s name – although it made your heart skip a beat – you declined the call.
“Huh,” Jungkook scoffs, smirking wrathfully. He doesn’t even try to wonder why you didn’t pick up. He feels irritated and all the flirty, playful mood he once had was gone in a single moment.
You jump in surprise when the door swings open, revealing a very angry Jungkook making his way to your desk. Jimin instantly distances himself away from you.
“B-Babe!” you laugh nervously, palms getting sweaty. You quickly glance at Jimin, sending him a worried look before turning your attention back to Jungkook. Your boyfriend stands tall across the desk with his arms crossed, glaring at you with a lifted eyebrow. “You’re here e-early!”
He doesn’t reply.
Unwillingly, you clasp your hands behind your back and your head hangs low from Jungkook’s intimidating, hard glare, falling right into submission. You gulp from the immense tension that builds up in the room.
“Uh…I’ll be heading off—” Jimin says, making his way to the exit but Jungkook doesn’t speak a single word to him, nor to you. 
You take this chance to gather all of your belongings, packing your laptop, tablet, and shoving all of your papers inside your tote bag in a rush. 
“So we’re allowed to let other people touch us, hmm, Y/n?” He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. His head was tilted up although his gaze looks down on you. 
“I-It doesn’t mean anything!” you feel your knees getting wobbly, wanting to just disappear from the harsh look he was giving you. 
He rolls his eyes, “Of fucking course it doesn’t. But tell me, Y/n, if it were the other way around. If you saw some other girl’s face pressed against fucking mine while she had her arms around me, would you like it?” With your feet shuffling against the floor in fear, you look away from him. “Huh? Would you like seeing some other girl in your place?” 
“No.” 
“No. That’s correct. So I have the right to be fucking angry.” 
Jungkook rushes forward, “Why didn’t you answer your phone, hmm?” he slams his hand on the desk, causing you to gasp. “Y/n?”
While your eyes look down on the ground, you can hear the heel of his boots clicking against the floor, walking closer to you. The air that surrounds the two of you immediately thickens, and you weren’t a fan of the tense atmosphere at all.
“I was w-working—”
“Bullshit.” He grips your jaw tightly in one hand, forcing you to angle your head up and look at him. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”
Your heart clenches and drops down to the floor from the stringent attitude of his voice. You mewl when he tightens his grip and feverishly rattles your head side to side. “Use your fucking words.”
“I…w-was…” you stammer, “talking with Jimin.” Instant regret fills your mind and body for even being so close with Jimin when you should’ve answered his call. “I’m sorry—!”
“Save your sorry’s for later. I won’t be accepting your apologies soon enough, brat.”
He releases his grip on you and walks away without sparing you another glance. “We’ve been together for so long, Y/n. Haven’t you learned that I don’t like it when other men oggle you up?” Jungkook turns back around, lifting the hems of his long-sleeves so that it exposes his forearms. “If I wasn’t here, you would’ve allowed him to keep touching you like that, right? Yes or no?” 
You immediately shake your head, “N-No!” 
“No? Really...” he laughs darkly, “Please, Y/n, I wasn’t born yesterday. Since he’s ‘just a friend’ I still think you would’ve let him touch you. I know you, I see right past your fucking lies.” 
He wasn’t wrong, and you feel so guilty. So guilty that all you wanted to do was to hug him and apologize, but you know that it isn’t easy. 
“Head down to the car. Don’t make me wait for you because if not, I’m gonna fucking leave you here.” He brushes his long hair back and with that, he was gone.
A chill came running down your spine and you immediately follow right behind his footsteps.
The car ride back home was quiet and you didn’t like the silence at all. You were trying to force yourself to talk, say sorry so that everything will hopefully go back to normal. But there was as if a thick wall separating the two of you.
“Babe?” you whisper meekly, your hand nervously playing with the hem of your thigh-high stockings. Jungkook clenches his jaw yet he doesn’t respond.
A pout creeps up your lips instinctively, “I’m really really sorry…”
No response.
You feel a heavy burden in your heart, upsetting you even more because he was giving you the silent treatment. Jungkook has never ignored you like this before, not even in your most heated argument. Looking at his face in hopes that he’ll at least give you a single glance, you depict how his eyebrows were furrowed and eyes straight ahead on the road. “Kook, please talk to me—”
Your words got cut off when the engine suddenly roars loudly and the car accelerates, your body going in a state of shock as Jungkook shifts the gear. He steps on the pedal and the car goes from a steady 60 to 80 miles per hour.
“Jungkook! S-Slow down!” your left hand reaches out to grab a hold of his own hand, but he was quick to shove it away, leaving you sad and whining in your seat.
Jungkook clicks his tongue, “The faster we get back home, the quicker I can punish you.” He says without looking at you.
Your core jumps and twists at his demeaning words, feeling confused yet excited at the same time. Unintentionally, you clench your thighs together as his hot, sultry voice resonates throughout the car.
“You can smile all you want right now baby,” he mutters, “Gonna wipe that cheeky little grin on your face later when I force your orgasms out of you.”
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“Put your hands against the wall,” Jungkook immediately commands after he drags you to his bedroom. He stands tall behind you, watching your poor figure slowly obeying his words. His lips curve up when he studies your body, already trembling in fear. This feeds unto his primal, dominant desires to take over you and ruin you. Your little hands touch the cold walls with your back slightly arched, already knowing what’s about to come.
Jungkook’s dick throbs in just the sight of the combination of your skirt and thigh-highs. He doesn’t hesitate to firmly grasp your ass cheek below the flimsy material with his big hand, causing a whimper to fall off your lips. “Look at this fucking outfit you have,” he muses, “If it weren’t for that sweater you have on, I would’ve said that you look so much like a fucking slut.”
“Jungkook—”
He suddenly blows a hard slap, “That’s not my name. Huh, you really wanna disobey daddy?”
You whimper, “N-No.”
He hikes your skirt up to expose more of your plump ass, landing another harsh spank that caused your body to jolt, eyes fluttering shut from the sting. “No? Isn’t it disrespectful to ignore daddy’s phone-calls?” he hits your ass again, harder, his muscles flexing. “Tell me, what was Jimin doing that he just need to fucking put his hands all over you with his head so fucking close to yours, huh?”
Your eyes instantly start to become glossy from the solid, rough slaps on your tender ass cheeks. Chewing on your bottom lip, you try your best to cover your little sniffs.
Within a quick second, Jungkook flips you around until your back was pressed firmly against the wall, his hand wrapped around your throat. You hitch your breath up from the aggressive behavior, how his eyes were quick to scan your body up and down like a predator. “You’re not gonna answer me?” he scoffs, “Fucking god – you love to make daddy mad, don’t you? Acting like such a bitch.”
Furiously shaking your head side to side, you disagree with his statement. Jungkook is scary when he’s angry – even though it can be seen as hot sometimes – you never want to make him mad on purpose!
“T-That’s not true, daddy!” your bottom lip faintly quivers as your eyes can’t seem to focus on him.
Jungkook’s eyebrows raise up, giving you a mocking expression, “Ohh really, baby?” the grip on your throat tightens, making you gasp for air, “You don’t like making me angry? When in fact that I know you like being punished like this. You like daddy manhandling your frail, little body, and letting him ruin it in every possible way. Are you gonna lie and tell me that that isn’t true, hm? ”
You didn’t know what to answer. Your chest heaves up and down in panic while you release a quiet, little mewl in desperation. Jungkook – somehow – finds that adorable; how your big, teary eyes look up at him in utter fear of what’s about to come.
He smirks as he leans down to your height, your faces so close to each other as his lips barely graze against yours. You can feel his hot breath upon you, the warmness of his body resonating. 
With a low, almost gravelly voice, he asks you; “Do you not talk?”
Those words seem awfully familiar…
Gulping nervously, you tremble, “I-I can…”
“You can? Sorry darling, I just needed to make sure because you seem to be silent every time I ask a goddamn question. Now, get on the fucking bed.”
Jungkook watches you scramble and obey his command, the cold mattress rubs against your skin from the air conditioning. He stands at the edge of the bed, watching you with primal eyes. “Undress.”
“W-What?”
“I said what I said. Strip,” he crosses his arms, revealing his toned biceps, “Leave your skirt and stockings on. Remove everything except those.”
You can’t seem to look at his eyes because you were afraid that you were going to melt when you do so. You tug your sweater up, your skin exposing to the air that surrounds the two of you, followed by your bra. Your boyfriend sees your cute hardened nipples, making him smirk a little bit.
“Now your panties, go on.”
Before you can even yank your undergarment down, Jungkook speaks, “Look at me while you do so. You’ve been avoiding my eyes all this time.”
Jungkook barely hears the quiet whimper that emits your mouth while your eyes finally lock onto his. Wanting to tease you furthermore, he sends you a cocky smirk with a quick raise of his brow as you pulled your panties down.
His breath almost hitches up from the sight of you, all naked except those kinky pairs of stockings and skirt. He wonders if you specifically wore them just to tease him, heck, was it even appropriate for your work? Even so, he’s glad that he’s the only person to see you like this, so beautiful and ready to be ruined.
You wonder if he’s going to crawl on the bed with you and touch you, waiting for him to make a move but nothing happens. You look up at him expectantly with wide eyes as your hands timidly fumble with your skirt.
“Touch yourself.”
Your heart sinks to your stomach. Did you hear him correctly? Like... does he really want you to play with yourself right in front of him? You can feel your tummy do backflips from his words while you instantly turn shy once again.
“Fucking hell, is one instruction not enough for that brain of yours to comprehend? I said—,” he leans down to grab your thighs, forcing your legs apart with vigor, exposing your cunt all to his eyes. “—touch yourself.”
You whine when he suddenly crawls on top of you, arms on either side of your figure to support himself up, his face hovering above yours. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “Bring your hand down, little girl, and play with your pussy the way daddy does.”
Without angering him further, you obey and brought your hand down to touch your clit. Jungkook never removes his eye-contact as he watches your face slowly contort in pleasure. With two fingers, you gently circled your clit, making your mouth part open from the meek pleasure. “O-Ohh,” you can feel your wet lips when you dragged your fingers along them.
You feel so embarrassed masturbating in front of him like this. Jungkook chuckles and kneels in front of you, placing his knees in between your spread legs to watch how you play with your cunt. You moan when he finally grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, revealing his toned body for your eyes to see. This encouraged you to rub your clit faster, but it just wasn’t enough.
“Daddy…” you whine, “please...”
Jungkook notices the frown that was beginning to form your lips, but instead of feeling bad, he takes the opportunity to degrade you. “What is it, baby? Hm? Do you even know how to touch your pussy?” he teases, “Do you still fuckin’ need daddy’s help?”
You don’t even care if you look pitiful, shaking your head up and down. “Y-Yes, please touch m-me…” you say with a quiet voice. As you continue to masturbate, Jungkook sees how your body trembles, knowing that it wants more.
But sadly, you look too good in this position that you’re in. Your skirt hiked up to your abdomen while your toes curl in desperation. Jungkook lightly scoffs as he doesn’t hesitate to palm his rock-hard cock through his jeans. “Mmm, I would if you had been a good girl. But daddy wants you to cum with your own fingers, prove to me that you’re a big girl who can fucking cum without my help.”
You release an exasperated groan, arching your back in utter need. Jungkook was cruel to do this to you, as he definitely knows how much you prefer his own fingers on your juicy little pussy.
The sight was boosting his ego, whether he likes it or not. He observes how your cute, middle finger tries to insert itself inside your tight little hole, earning a loud moan from you. Jungkook sees your arousal dripping down from your entrance, the glistering liquid running down to your ass. You were so wet, and he was dying to taste you. Jungkook feels his dominance taking over as his patience was wearing thin, wanting to shove your hands away and just take over. It frustrates him how desperate you make him feel without even trying.
You finger yourself with one hand, as the other continues to rub your clit. You try to remember how Jungkook does it, your mind trying to reminisce his techniques, making you distracted from your own pleasure. It doesn’t even feel half as good as his! You let out a loud, frustrated whine, feeling your eyes well up with tears once again.
“I-I can��t,” you sniff, a tear rolling down your cheek as you try your best to make yourself feel good, “Please, daddy I need y-you!”
Jungkook leans forward as he wipes your tears with his thumb, licking his lips slowly while he watches you with a sensual look. “What do you need from daddy, hm?”
You groan, hating how much he can torture you like this. Your breathing was already unstable and your mind was thinking of ways on how you can make him touch you. “I need your fingers, daddy – please? I can’t cum like this,” you shake your head desperately, “I can’t.”
“Holy fucking shit, I think I need to get a new baby girl. One who knows how to pleasure herself without my help.”
“No!” you yell, closing your eyes as more tears wells up, “N-No! I-I’m sorry I just can’t…”
Jungkook almost feels bad. Almost.
“That’s sad, baby girl. If you can’t cum then don’t try anymore.” He abruptly spanks your inner thigh, leaving you crying for more, “You’ve been a bad girl today and you’ve got to endure your punishment.”
Jungkook tugs your hands away and your pussy clenches from the sour loss. “Keep crying, slut, this is what you deserve.” He stands up from the bed and makes his way to the closet to get something. You obediently lay there with a frown as you wiped your eyes, ogling his broad, muscular back in the meantime.
When he was taking up more time than you wanted, you kicked your legs impatiently while whining.
He smirks, rolling his eyes, “Impatient, I see?” After that, he swiftly turns around to reveal a red-colored rope, dangling it side to side for a little tease.
“What are you g-gonna do with that?” you ask with wide, glossy eyes.
Jungkook walks back to you with that signature sultry yet teasing look, making you anticipate what’s about to come even more.
“Daddy’s gonna tie your hands behind your back until your wrists bruise, little one.”
Your core throbs from the image he paints in your mind, how the rope would probably scratch against your skin, and how turned on he would be from the sight of you struggling. Jungkook motions you to turn around with a little spin of his finger. You kneel, looking away from him while he grabs your wrists together in one hand. The arrogant smirk doesn’t wipe off of his face as he ties the rope around your hands, whimpering when he pulls it tight. 
“Is that too tight baby girl?” he asks, stopping himself from laughing, “Does it hurt?”
You sniff, “A l-little bit.”
“Good. I was actually planning to bind your legs together as well, but I don’t think you can handle that anymore.” He says behind you, “I don’t think your precious body can handle being daddy’s little ropebunny.”
With his words, you turn your head to look at him with a confused expression, “Rope…ropebunny?”
Jungkook chuckles and nods his head once.
“What does that mean, daddy?”
Jungkook’s heart swell, “Means that you’re letting me tie you up, restraint your body with rope – and letting daddy do whatever he fucking wants to you. Bruise your skin until it hurts too much. If maybe you weren’t such a crybaby and a sensitive little bitch then I would’ve done that to you by now.”
He doesn’t let you reply as he gives your ass a loud, stinging spank using the palm of his right hand. You whimper in pain, closing your eyes for a mere second as your mouth parts.
“Head down, ass up. Now.”
You do as you’re told, and not going to lie, your heart was doing backflips from the nervousness and intimidation of the position that you’re in. Your ass and cunt were so exposed, allowing him to see how wet you are. Your cheeks pressed against the sheets, tilted to the side so that you can at least see a portion of his figure behind you. Although you release a loud cry when he suddenly lands a slap directly on your throbbing clit. Your hands instinctively moved to grab onto something, but the rope was preventing them from doing so.
“Daddy—!” He slaps your pussy again, this time harder. He slides his index finger down your wet slick, teasingly prodding against your entrance that causes your arousal to gush.
“God, you’re so fucking noisy. I’d put a gag in that loud mouth of yours to shut you up, but daddy loves your cute whimpers too much.”
You dig your nails onto your palm when Jungkook finally plays with your pussy, using two fingers to gently – barely rub your clit. The tip of his index and middle finger brushes against your throbbing clit, using the slightest bit of pressure. He bites his lip from the way you wiggle your ass, desperate for more. “You can’t even masturbate without my assistance, fucking hell,” he muses, “did it embarrass you, huh?”
“Mhmm,” you hum meekly, grinding your teeth together because you needed more friction, and you were too afraid to tell him.
“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, “You had to cry like a pathetic little bitch, too.” Without a warning, he easily shoves his middle finger in, making you arch your back painfully, drawing a loud squeal. He starts pumping it in and out at a fast pace. The wet squelching noise that your cunt makes, paired with your moans was music to his ears. “I guess it feels better when daddy plays with your pussy, right slut?”
When you don’t answer immediately, too focused on the pleasure, he inserts two more fingers in – stretching your pussy. You gasp loudly, his long, slender fingers reaching the most intimate places inside of you. Jungkook bites his lip harshly, getting so turned on from your sweet moans and whines. 
“Y-Yeah… yes daddy – oww fuck – it feels much better,” even though your mind was filled in lust and can’t think of anything else but the way he was furiously pumping three fingers in and out of you, you answer him in fear that his punishment will turn way worse. His three fingers were almost too much for your hole to handle, making your hips tremble as it tries to accommodate the girth. 
“Who owns your pussy, hm?” he uses his other unoccupied hand to rub and pinch your clit, providing you with overstimulation of pleasure. His fingers reach deeper until it hits your g-spot, making your toes curl while you once again tear up. He growls, “Who fucking owns you?”
“You!” you moan, vision getting blurry, “You own me d-daddy…” you can already feel yourself coming close to an orgasm – one thing you can’t do with your own fingers. Your stomach tightens and tightens, waiting for your oh-so needed release. You sob onto the sheets, eyes closed in desperation.
“Good thing you know—” but he suddenly pulls his hands away, leaving you shaking and breathless. “This is my cunt and I get to do whatever I want with it.”
“No!” you groan in frustration from the denied orgasm, eyebrows furrowing as your legs shake, “Fuck y-you.”
Jungkook’s ears pick up the words you muttered.
“What was that?” He roughly wraps his hand around your neck and forces your upper body to lift up. You start to panic as Jungkook chokes you, “What the fuck did you say, hm? Getting fucking bold today, aren’t we?”
“S-Sorry,” you stutter, not having the courage to speak. You didn’t mean to say that at all! You were just frustrated and the words slipped out without realizing it! He sees a droplet of tear dripping down your cheek and he rolls his eyes.
“What a bratty, disobedient little fucktoy.” Jungkook quickly stands up to unbutton his jeans and pulls it down, leaving himself in his underwear. “You’re not the good girl that I know.” He hops back on the bed with you and moves so that he kneels in front of you. He holds your face up with one hand on your jaw as the other pulls his boxers down. Your mouth waters from the sight of his cock springing out, the angry red tip hitting your cheek.
“If I stuff my cock down your throat then maybe you’d shut the fuck up, learn your lesson, and think before you speak. Huh, slut?” He strokes his length a few times, letting his precum lube his cock.
He nudges the tip against your lips, signaling you to open your mouth. He releases a long, guttural moan when you wrap your lips around him as he pushes his length further and further, your mouth feeling so warm and wet. Jungkook initiates the pace as he starts to rock his hips steadily. A sudden gush of tears escapes your eyes when he shoves past your gag reflex, whining as your throat struggles to take in his big cock. 
“Choke.”
Jungkook doesn’t wipe the tears off of your face like he used to, this time letting them flow and drip down your jaw. Your pussy clenches every time he thrusts forwards, feeling yourself get wetter and more aroused from the noises he makes. He twitches whenever your throat contracts, feeling it tighten and squeezes his cock so good.
“Do you like this, baby girl?” he smiles sadistically, “You like being throat fucked?” Jungkook knows you can’t answer so he continues to torment you, “I like you better when your mouth is stuffed with daddy’s cock. Much more useful than being an undisciplined, rude slut.”
You shut your eyes while you slack your jaw, trying to take all of him the best that you can. He grabs a bunch of your hair, pulling at your scalp, the pain making you kick your legs repeatedly. While he snaps his hips, thrusting in and out, Jungkook watches how your saliva drips down from to your chin that makes a whole mess of your face.
Jungkook finally gains some sort of empathy, pulling his dick out to let you breathe. You emit a harsh, rugged exhale. He lowers himself until his face was directly parallel to yours, “Why was he touching you like that?” His eyes scans your poor, messy self, eyes puffy with your hair all over the place. 
You sniff, “He’s just a f-friend!”
He wipes the saliva on the corner of your mouth using his thumb, “Don’t you have a boyfriend? Hm? Doesn’t he know that you’re mine? Even if he’s your goddamn friend, he doesn’t need to touch you like that.” His voice somehow turned soft, a bit more like his natural talking voice. He shakes his head whilst staring directly at your weary eyes, “And what if I wasn’t there, huh? What if he did something to you that I wouldn’t like?”
“Are…” you tilt your head, trying to lighten up the situation in hopes that he’ll go easy on you. You start to giggle, “Are you jealous, daddy?”
You didn’t know that it was a bad move until his face immediately hardens, raising an eyebrow up. He scoffs, “You think I would be punishing you like this if your actions took a toll on me, Y/n?” he stands up from the bed and walks over to the bedside table, opening the drawer, “Lay on your tummy. I won’t say it again.”
Jungkook grabs the remote control vibrator from the box of toys the two of you had been collecting. You certainly love your toys, he knows that, but it’s a completely different situation if he uses them to torture you. It’s better for him that you can’t see what he’s doing, bringing your anticipations up for what’s about to come. He turns the toy on, your breath immediately hitching when you hear the buzzing sound. The hot pink, egg-like looking toy with a slender tail vibrates against his palm.
“Daddy? Wha…what are you gonna do with tha—” Your words painfully got cut off when he plunges the toy inside your pussy, the vibrations instantly resonating throughout your core and lower abdomen. You sobbed loudly, the rope tightening around your wrists whenever you tried to struggle away. “Oh my god!” your back arches, feeling your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Daddy!”
He walks to the other side of the room to go sit on the plush loveseat, twiddling with the remote on his right hand. He doesn’t hesitate to crank the setting up, noticing how your ass trembles and wiggles. Your mouth drops open while you feel an immense tingling sensation down there, moaning and shuddering on the bed. 
Jungkook wraps his hand around his cock and starts to pump slowly, observing how your cute little figure trembles and makes a mess of the sheets. He notices the way your pussy clenches around the toy so tightly, and how your cunt never stopped dripping in arousal. 
He teases his swollen tip with his thumb as he turns the toy’s setting up another notch. The smirk grows on his face from the noises you make. He was addicted to the sight of you right now; your hips shuddering as you try to escape all of the vast ecstasy, the stockings you wear making you look as adorable as ever – if he had a camera he would definitely take a picture of you.
“Daddy, p-please – I’m gonna cum!” you sob, chewing on your swollen bottom lip. That was his cue to put the setting to the highest level. Within a flash, your spill your cum down your pussy and onto the bed, ruining the sheets as your body contorts, hands balling into tight fists. Your orgasm feels like you gushed a whole waterfall, cumming so hard while your hips involuntarily lifts up off of the bed. 
He continues to fuck his hand, staring at your sweaty, hot body with hooded eyes while he groans darkly. His cock was rock solid and was also begging for a release, but he knows to control himself. Jungkook hears your sobs get louder and louder, knowing that the overstimulation was too much for you to handle.
He stands up and crawls back with you on the bed, his warm hands starting to caress your inner thighs.
“Da—” you cry, “daddy… t-too much…”
“Yeah?” he smirks before lifting your ass up until he was directly in front of your cunt. he smells your arousal and it caused shivers to run down his back. Without holding back, he wraps his mouth around your throbbing clit and starts to suck harshly on it. 
Jungkook was absolutely nasty to do this to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel his tongue swirl around your bud, flicking and sucking at the same time. You can’t even comprehend the pain and pleasure that as going through your body right now, for it was all too much. “A-Aawwh shit,” you breathe, “D-Daddy, I can’t... oh m-my god!” 
The combination of the powerful buzzing vibrator inside you, plus his mouth on your clit caused another strong climax to wash throughout your system. You flail your arms behind your back as your body can’t seem to keep still. Jungkook holds your hips in place as he licks your pussy clean of your cum. He grunts from the way your legs were quivering after forcing another orgasm out of you. 
“Taste so fuckin’ delicious,” he says after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “What a good little pussy.” 
Finally, he pulls on the tail and the toy plops out with a wet sound. Though your chest doesn’t stop heaving up and down, your system is still riled up from the strong orgasms you just had.
“What will you say, baby girl, hm?”
You perk your head up from the sudden question. Your mind quickly wanders for an answer but was quickly distracted when you feel him squeeze your tender ass cheeks. 
Leaning down to your ear, he whispers with an awful smirk, “Say ‘thank you daddy’.” His monotone voice sent shivers all throughout your body, “Say thank you for letting you cum. I would’ve stopped the toy and edged you when you were about to orgasm to further your punishment, but glad I didn’t, right baby?”
“Thank…” your cheeks start to heat up, “Thank you for l-letting me cum, daddy.”
“Mm, good girl. I just had to get a taste of your sweet cunt after seeing you shake and tremble like that. Such a good, pretty little girl.” 
He was actually supposed to reward you after this. That was just his initial plan, until he is distracted by your phone suddenly ringing from the other side of the room. He quirks a brow up and starts heading to where your bag was placed, rummaging through it to get the device that interrupted the moment.
He reads the caller ID.  
Jungkook is dead quiet as he reaches back to you until he takes a seat on your thighs. His silence further builds up your anxiousness, your gut twisting and turning after you hear him groan underneath his breath. “Daddy?” whispering, you tilt your head to the side to figure out what he was doing.
“Y/n! I’m so glad you picked up the phone,” Jimin speaks in a rush, “I was so worried about what happened. Are you and Jungkook okay?” He rolls his eyes and doesn’t hesitate to put the phone on loudspeaker, placing the device in front of you so that you can see who was calling.
Jimin’s voice unsettled you, leaving your body in a state of shock, humiliation, and awkwardness. You furiously shake your head, lips pursed in a straight, pungent line – making it known to Jungkook that you didn’t want to talk to him. Why can’t he just hang up?!
“Hello? Y/n?” As Jimin worries from the other side of the line, you quietly mewl when you feel him poking the tip of his dick right up against your dripping wet entrance, sliding the head up and down your soaked slit slowly to torture you. “Answer him,” Jungkook growls from behind, “Talk to him as I fuck your tight little pussy.”
“Y/n, do you hear me?” Jimin asks once again, and this time you pick up the courage to reply.
“Y-Yeah,” your voice strains, closing your eyes as you try your best not to moan out loud as Jungkook pushes the head in, feeling your walls flutter around his thick girth. “I hear – oohh – I hear you.”
While inching his cock further and further, he grasps your bounded wrists in one hand, as the other firmly holds onto your waist. He struggles to keep quiet, only releasing quick little grunts here and there as he slowly thrusts his hips. Your body squirms from the humiliating situation he has put you through, yet he holds you down.
“Hey, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier,” You notice the sad tone in Jimin’s voice, “I really didn’t mean to touch you like that, and I should’ve known better. You’re taken.”
“M-Mhmm—!” Jungkook shoves his length deeper and deeper, hit tip hitting your g-spot again and again, rougher and harder with each sharp thrust. Your eyes generate more tears, definitely making your nose a little bit stuffy while you struggle to breathe properly. Jungkook groans underneath his breath from how tight your pussy is after being teased and tortured.
Jimin continues with his apology, saying that he wants to personally apologize to Jungkook – but you weren’t listening anymore. You can’t! His words were going in one ear and out of the other because your mind only focuses on how his big, thick cock was tearing your cunt apart. With each outward stroke, your pussy keeps sucking him back in. He smirks from the way your pussy was gushing your arousal endlessly, soaking the sheets and making a mess of yourself.
As if everything can’t be humiliating enough, Jungkook blows a hard, loud spank on your ass, definitely not caring if it can be heard from the other end of the call. Gasping, you mewl from the stinging sensation but also worried if Jimin heard. Jungkook laughs menacingly, spanking your ass again.
“Y-Y/n?” Jimin says slowly, “What’s happening over there?”
“Nothing! I’m o-okay – mmngg shit,” your jaw drops when he fucks you faster and rougher all of the sudden, his balls starting to clap against your poor, throbbing clit. Jungkook feels impatient so he takes the phone back, puts it against his ear, and speaks for you. “Jimin!” he greets happily as if he’s not pounding your pussy until you break, “Don’t worry about Y/n, she’s doing just great.”
How can he talk so steadily like that? Your teeth sink down on your bruised bottom lip again to stop you from moaning too loud. “But I’m trusting you, Jimin, not to touch my girl like that again, okay? I know you two are friends, sure – but there’s a limit. She has a boyfriend now.”
The possessiveness in his voice turns you on so much, not even expecting such a dark tone as he talks to him like that. Your arms start to hurt after being tied for too long, wrists getting sensitive as it keeps scratching against the rope.
“Yeah, okay, goodbye.” He finally hangs up, throws your phone somewhere on the floor. After that, he firmly grips your waist and changes your position with ease. He sits down on the bed, flips you around to make you straddle his cock.
His breath almost gets stuck in his throat from the way you looked. His hands immediately flies to cup your head, thumbs wiping your tears away from your cheeks as you look down at his with lustful eyes. “Baby girl,” he whispers, eyes raking your body up and down while you don’t stop bouncing on his cock, “Keep crying. I wanna see you get ruined on my big cock.”
He pulls you closer by wrapping his right hand around your neck, squeezing tightly, as his other hand guides your hips up and down. Your hard nipples slightly graze against his chest, adding more pleasure than you already can take.
“I’m g-gonna cum,” you grit, eyes drooping, “I’m gonna fucking cum again, daddy.”
He chuckles and nods his head. He can’t stay angry at you for too long. He can’t wait to provide you the aftercare that you deserve after this. He helps you to your orgasm by meeting your thrusts, fucking his cock into you while he brings a hand down to rub your clit with vigor. Your moans were getting louder, higher in pitch, as you can feel the oh-so-familiar tightness in your stomach again. You throw your head back, hands trying to pry themselves out of the rope. Thankfully, he gives you the benefit of the doubt and finally starts undoing the knot, unwrapping your wrists so that they can finally be set free. “Here you go princess,” he groans, “Ah ah, keep your arms still.”
Within a second of your hands being free, you quickly hug his sweaty body so tightly, pressing your cheeks against his shoulder, not only to have something to hold onto but to feel his comfort after a long time of being suppressed and denied from it. Jungkook laughs and kisses your shoulder, “I love you, Y/n.”
“Love y-you— awh god, thatfeelssogood!”
“Yeah?” he bites his lip, feeling the urge to tease you with his words for the hundredth time, “How good?” He attaches his mouth on your damp neck, sucking and biting on all of the sweet and tender spots that he knows you love. Trailing kisses all over, you were certain that he’ll leave marks all over your skin. Your body shivers when he uses his teeth to bite down on you, adding more to the buildup of your climax. “So g-good, daddy,” you whine, bouncing up and down harder, “Your big cock f-feels…feels so good inside my tight fucking pussy, daddy.”
Jungkook’s cock throbs from your unexpected words, gasping a little with a cocky smirk, “Mmm, when did you learn how to talk like that, huh?” a spank lands on your right, tender ass cheek, “Such lewd words coming out of that pretty mouth.”
Your mind starts to feel dizzy, almost to the edge of blacking out as your orgasm overpowers your body. He grunts from the way your walls were clenching around him so firmly, using his dick to your own good. Wrapping his arms around you tighter, he forces you to stay still on his cock while letting you ride out your high. “There we go, baby, there we go. Cum for me,” he insinuates, “Fucking hell, such a good, pretty girl for daddy.” He lifts your chin up with one hand, trying your best to make eye-contact with him but your tearful eyes feel too heavy. “Cumming so hard, oh my fucking god darling.”
Almost seeing black and white spots, your mind goes into a frenzy for you have no thoughts but the overwhelming sensation of your climax taking over your body. Jungkook moans as he lays you back down on the bed, bringing himself to his high. With your body shivering from the high sensitivity, Jungkook doesn’t stop.
His thrusts were sloppy and his pace becomes unsteady, moans getting louder. His body tenses and goes still inside of you, trapping your small body in his as he blows his load. He fills your cunt up with his cum, painting your walls in his seed. You can feel him twitch while you claw your hands on his back, trembling.
Jungkook mutters a series of curse words as your pussy squeezes his cock so hard, milking him properly until the very last drop of cum. After a little while, he pulls his dick out and he sees his cum leaking out of your pulsating little hole and dripping onto the bed. Licking his lips from the hot sight, he caresses your inner thighs as he tries to calm you down.
“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Deep, slow breaths for me.” He hovers back on top of you as he places his right arm underneath your head for support, his other hand gently stroking your side. All the anger, all the controlling and dominating aura that he previously had ten seconds ago immediately fades as he takes the role to comfort you the best that he can. He wipes your cheeks clean with the back of his hand, almost looking down at you with a slight pout. “Baby girl, look at me, hm?” Jungkook whispers gently, “Look at me.”
Once you do so, he feels himself almost collapsing from the poor, worn-out look that was embedded on your little face. “Oh, sweetie,” he sighs, “I’m so sorry.”
“N-No,” you slowly shake your head, still breathless, “Don’t say…”
“I should’ve, fuck—” Jungkook tilts his head to the side in dismay, feeling almost frustrated in himself, “I should’ve fucking stopped, look at you baby.” He holds your hand, gives your bruised wrist a wet, long kiss.
“Kook, I’m okay,” you giggle, a hint of tiredness in your voice, “I l-loved it.”
“Are you sure? Baby girl do you remember what I told you? If you ever feel too uncomfortable, or pain that you couldn’t bear anymore, or if you just want me to stop completely, what will you say?”
Perhaps this was one of the best things you love about Jungkook. His duality. One minute he’s rough and would dominate the fuck out of you, and the next minute he’s treating you like his princess.
“I’ll say my safe word.”
“Good,” he kisses your lips once, smiling down at you, “always remember that.”
You were awfully thankful that he’s the type to always shower you in kisses after a whole round of sex. Always caring about your well-being, that’s what he loves to do. Jungkook has cleaned himself in the bathroom first before he can handle and take care of you. He comes out of the bathroom dressed only with a pair of gray sweatpants with a damp towel and one of his t-shirt in his hand.
Kneeling before you on the bed, he starts to gently wipe your inner thighs and genitalia with the cloth. It was ticklish on the spot of your inner thighs, releasing a giggle as you try to move away from him. He smirks, grasping your leg down. “Tickles?” he grins at you.
“Turn around, little one. Let me massage your back.”
Your heart beats happily at that. But once you followed his command, his eyes immediately fly down to your ass. He hikes up the skirt that you still had on a bit higher, and he sees his handprints imprinted on your precious, delicate skin. “Holy shit,” he breathes out. Your body twitches when he carefully lays a hand down. “Sorry for this, little one. Guess you aren’t sitting for a couple of days, huh?”
Hiding your face in your arms, you quietly squeal, his words having an effect on you. “I g-guess so.”
Jungkook proceeds with his mission to massage your back, using his big hands to his advantage to knead your skin with just the right amount of pressure, massaging your arms and shoulders, pressing down on your lower back. Little groans emit from your mouth, enjoying the warmth of his hands. Your eyes eventually close, feeling that you were eventually going to fall asleep from how relaxing it is.
“Want some tea, darling?” he asks.
“Mm, no thank you. I’m a little sleepy…”
Your mouth curves up into a grin when he starts peppering kisses all over your back as well, moving your hair to one side. Jungkook, too, was smiling. He can’t even figure out how he got so lucky with you.
“You wanna nap, Y/n?”
“Mhm,” you nod.
“Okay, let’s get you in this shirt first. C’mon sweetie, flip back around for me.”
He holds onto the hem of your skirt and tugs it down, throwing it somewhere on the floor. His shirt reaches almost on your knee after slipping it on. Soon, he lays down beside you and starts spooning your body. It was easy for him to enclose yourself in his warmth, for his limbs were obviously bigger than yours. “Let’s take a rest and clean everything up later, okay?”
Although you didn’t reply.
“Baby?” he tilts your head to make you look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Kook, I-uh…I wanna say sorry for what happened earlier—”
“Shh, shh, settle down now, sweetheart. I’m not angry about that anymore,” he gives you a beaming smile, his dimples peeking through. Oh, to swim in someone’s dimples…
“Don’t worry about it. I love you, Y/n. More than this fucking world.”
“Impossible!” giggling, you eventually squirm around him because you know for a fact that he’ll hug you tighter.
He did.
“Nothing’s impossible when you’re mine – my girl.”
God, you can never take a break with him and his impeccable word choices. You feel your cheeks heat up, shying away from him that caused him to laugh in amusement a little.
“I love you too, Kook,” your heart says genuinely. Jungkook pulls you closer and makes you rest your head on his arm. “Cozy? Let’s take a rest, baby. You’ve had a long day today, you did well. You might be sore afterwards but I’ll be right here when you wake up.”  The only thing you can remember after that was the gentle kiss he placed on your cheek, and the feeling of love and comfort in the air that encloses both of you. 
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“You know, Jungkook,” Taehyung speaks while munching on his Cap’n Crunch cereal, watching Jungkook come back to their apartment after driving you back to your own building. “You’re fucking lucky I was out partying. If not I would’ve…” Jungkook rolls his eyes when Taehyung fakes a gagging sound, “I w-would’ve thrown up hearing the two of you.”
“Funny,” he says blandly while heading towards the cupboards to make himself his own bowl of cereal.
Taehyung walks to his side, “Aren’t you and Y/n together for almost a year now? I don’t know much about relationships, but don’t you think it’s time for you guys to have a place of your own?”
Jungkook chuckles, heading towards the living room as he sits on the old green couch with his cereal on one hand. “So you’re kicking me out, Tae?”
“Well yeah, maybe I am, asshole.”
The youngest abruptly turns his head to him with a look of confusion, “Wait, really?”
Taehyung smirks, “Yup! I’m sick of you bringing Y/n here just to fuck, and not even let her hang out with me!”
Hang out with him? Since when was Taehyung interested in her? After a little moment of silence, Jungkook finally thinks of a reply, “What do you even wanna do with her? Also most of the time you’re either out getting drunk or locking yourself up in your room playing video games.”
“Threesome.”
Jungkook almost spits out the mouthful of milk and cereal.
“What the fuck—”
“Let’s have a threesome together.”
“No fucking way, bro.” Jungkook scoffs, pointing a finger at him, “We are not doing that.”
Taehyung was having the time of his life teasing Jungkook. He stands up in front of him, blocking his view of the TV. “I’m not having a threesome just to see you naked, cunt,” slowly, his mouth forms a smirk, “I wanna see Y/n nak—”
“Don’t even think about finishing that, Taehyung. I’m not fucking joking around.”
“Okay, shit, chill man,” he laughs, watching how Jungkook rolls his eyes. “And here I am thinking that you’re kinky and open-minded.”
Taehyung just loves to get into his nerves.
“I am,” Jungkook says in all seriousness, looking directly at his eyes. “But you know how I am with her. How selfish I can be. Other people will be fine with this, sure, but her body is for my eyes only, Tae. You can fuck anyone you like but not my girl.”
Taehyung sighs, walking away as he throws his hand in the air, “Fine, fine, whatever.”
Jungkook crosses his legs together, leaning back into the couch as he closes his eyes. The fact that he just had to put that image into his mind – someone else fucking his girl – he just can’t do it. He can be too possessive of your body and he wants it only for him.
“But if your girl ever wants two cocks to play with one day, hit me up.”
“If she wants two cocks then we’ll use a fucking dildo. Shut your ass up or else I’m gonna beat the fuck outta you,” Jungkook warns with a menacing chuckle.
Although Taehyung isn’t bothered by it, he fakes being frightened, “Oooohh, scary! Don’t hit me daddy!”
“Yep, that’s it.” Jungkook places the bowl down on the couch before abruptly standing up. Taehyung runs away while laughing like a madman with Jungkook following behind him. His roommate ends up locking himself inside his room where Jungkook can’t come in. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He says in the middle of laughter.
“You’re fucking hideous, you know that?” Jungkook crosses his arms.
“Tell me something I don’t know, Jeon.”
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When Jungkook turned nineteen, he remembered asking his mother when a man should introduce his girlfriend to his parents.
His mother, heart filled with genuine compassion, replied with; “When you are fully committed, and when you know for a fact that you will be spending the rest of your life with her – that’s when you let her eat at our table. So be very mindful of your feelings, Jungkookie. Remember this when you grow up, alright? I know you didn’t believe in long-lasting love when you were younger, but trust me when I say that it truly depends on the person.”
It was clear that Jungkook’s romantic side definitely came from his parents.
And fast-forward to the present, here you are sitting at their dining table, meeting his parents for the very first time. 
“So, Y/n,” Jungkook’s mother beams from the other side of the table while passing her husband more rice for his bibimbap, “How did you and Jungkook meet?”
“Mom,” Jungkook chuckles, “Haven’t I told you that a hundred times already?”
You blush from his words, trying your best not to look down in shyness. Though you feel your boyfriend’s right hand rests on your knee to ease you up.
“I know! But I just want to hear it from Y/n’s point of view! Who knows, you might be hiding some details!”
Before you can speak, his dad talks before you, “I was actually there at the time,” he smiles at you, “I think you should thank me for making Jungkook talk to you!”
“Hun, please let Y/n talk—”
Jungkook grins, “I think I would’ve talked to Y/n whether or not you told me so, dad.”
“Let the girl talk!” his mom balls her hand into a fist and pounds on the table.       
You busted out a laugh, quickly covering your mouth as you shook your head in disbelief. You’ve never encountered such a fun, happy family like this. This was your first time being introduced to someone’s parents, and truthfully, you wanted them to be your last.
“So, um,” you take a glance at Jungkook before continuing as if asking for permission first. He smiles down at you and nods his head, feeling his hand squeeze your knee. “Jeon’s Kitchen was actually a favorite place of mine! And of course, it’s still is—” you beam at his father, “It was raining very hard so I decided to stop by to eat some food before work.”
“Brown coffee and banana bread, yep, I remember that!” His dad proudly says.
“That’s correct, Mr. Jeon,” you giggle, “I sat alone and waited for the order until Jungkook here suddenly bursts into the café, all drenched from the rain!” You turn your gaze at him with creased eyes from the way you were smiling as you talk, “If I remember correctly, his car broke down and he had nothing to do, so he decided to help Mr. Jeon with work, is that right?”
Jungkook responds with a hum, staring amusingly into your glimmering eyes that were full of love.
“Until Mr. Jeon told Jungkook to keep me company! So yeah, that’s where we started talking.”
Of course, you had to leave out the fact that you had such an intimidating first impression of their son. You recall how hard his stare was as he talked to you, and how he literally made you blush so easily just by his handsome smirk (that until now you couldn’t get used to!). He carried such a strong aura, even up to this day.
“After that, well, we exchanged numbers and everything went from there!”
Before Jungkook drove you to his parent’s house so that they can finally meet you, you were an absolute nervous wreck. Overthinking that what if you say something embarrassing? What if you humiliate yourself in front of them? You were driven to have a good impression on them, which Jungkook founded adorable. Of course, he reassured you, saying, “They already love you from all of the stories I’ve told, baby.”  
And he was right. His parents never would’ve thought that a girl like you would walk into his life. You’re a blessing for their son.
Jungkook doesn’t sway his eyes off of you as you continue to chat with his parents, telling them your goals and dreams for the future. He watches the way your mouth tilts into the prettiest smile he’s ever seen, lips tinted with lipstick that was just begging to be kissed. He also catches the way your head slightly tilts as you talk, oh – he can’t forget how your knees were nervously jumping! With his hand slowly caressing your knee up to your thigh, he reminds you to calm down.
His breath hitches up a slight bit when you unexpectedly hold his hand under the table. He feels how cold your hand was so it was good for you to take his own warmth. Using his thumb, he strokes your skin delicately, and you instantly feel much better.
When the time is right and when he garners enough money, he will buy a house for the two of you. It doesn’t have to be fancy or anything elegant, but enough to keep you happy and contented – he knows you’ll understand that. Needless to say, he’s excited about the future he’s going to have with you. His mind wanders to the point of your first anniversary, the second anniversary, even up until marriage and having kids. It’s a huge stretch, yes, but he’d rather spend his life alone than without you. 
If his past self can read his mind right now, he’d definitely laugh.
He can’t wait to live his whole life with you by his side. You already have all the qualities he’s been looking in a person, and there’s no way in hell he’s going to leave you anytime soon. 
His mother’s voice cracks him from his thoughts, “Y/n’s such a pretty girl. So amusing to look at, too!” She gawks at you with excited, wide eyes. Her eyes reminded you of Jungkook, the same big and round ones, “Next time when you come to visit us, let me teach you my signature shrimp fried rice recipe, okay? Are you allergic to shrimp, Y/n?”
“Nope! I love shrimp!”
“That’s great!” his mom claps, “Jungkook, thanks for bringing Y/n here with us. She’s so wonderful.”
Shaking your head, you try to take her compliments as much as you can but of course, your bashfulness takes over.
Your boyfriend removes his hand from yours, only lifts it up so that his arm can rest at the backrest of the chair while he starts to stroke your head lovingly. The corners of his lips tilts up to form a smile, he feels as if fireworks were going off of his whole body, for he was so in love with you. How can a person love someone this much? 
He mutters the next sentence underneath his breath, thus only he and his pounding heart can hear; “That’s my girl.”
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The End.
Thank you so much for all of the amazing support for Crybaby! I never expected so much love and anticipation in the first place. I wrote Crybaby without any serious plot with a ‘tragedy/problem’ in mind, for it was only supposed to be a oneshot haha! Crybaby was mainly about the fact that Jungkook has dacryphilia and that’s it. But thanks to the support I’ve gotten, I made a part two and three! It’s sorta sad to end this series because I know a lot of people (including me) love this couple soo much! But they’ll make an appearance in short drabbles or even kinky hours. I’m sorry for the sudden ending, but this will not be the end for them!
Please tell me what you think by commenting or sending an ask, I really love to read your reactions!
Please stay safe, especially in these times. Remember that you are loved, and please be happy. I love you!
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𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  ♡  𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀
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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : smut!, daddy kink, violence & mentions of blood, established relationship, dumbification, face slapping (politely), dirty talk, degradation, a pinch of knife play (he just cuts your panties open), exhibitionism, breeding kink, cum, fingering, swearing and size kink if you get a magnifying glass. 
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Hey sexy bitches. This one’s for my Vice City event. I scrapped so many ideas to get here which is why I extended the due date for it.. Anyways! Enjoy, sluts. Daichi supremacy. 
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He sat at the bar; tall, dark and handsome. He had this roughness to him, his hands riddled with scars and his face rocking one just above his eyebrow. He was one of your most handsome regulars. He always came in around 12 am on Friday, all blooded up and battered from god knows what. Tonight was no different. You sigh, taking in his strong arm that was now covered in bandage wrapping. You strut over to him, pulling your top up a bit to push up your breasts. 
“What can I get ya, handsome?” You ask charmingly. He looks up from his empty glass, his deep brown eyes soaking in your form. 
“Whiskey, neat.” He replied, smoky tone of voice vibrating against your ears as you bit your lip. 
“Comin’ right up” as you turn and walk away, adjusting your shorts after bending down to get his drink ready. His eyes trailed to your hips where your g-string sat snugly on those hips he often watched sway as you walked by to serve your patrons. Were you always this sexy? He never stopped looking at you as you poured him a drink, leaning over the bar to ask him something. 
“I swear every time you come in here you show up with a new injury. This is a bar, not a hospital. What the hell were you doin’?” You question, reaching a soft hand up to his brow as if to try and heal it with your touch. He didn’t even flinch either, almost leaning into your hand like a touch-starved puppy. You grab some napkins and wipe some blood from his leaking nose, tsk-ing at him as he sighed. He knew you’d give him shit.
“Got into this nasty scrap with some gang. One of ‘em tried robbing me.. I showed him why he shouldn’t have. His boys came after me and they caught me off guard. One of ‘em had a knife.” He admits. You flinch, looking at him in awe. What’s this guy into? 
“Be careful, Lui Kang.” You tease, sliding a glass of ice over to him from one end of the bar while you took some orders. 
Not even a few moments later, someone came up to you at the bar. This sleazy looking man with his hair gelled back so thickly it didn’t move as he craned his head to look you up and down. 
“Hey, sweetface. Get me a drink, will ya?” His voice like a natural irritant. You turn to him and take his order, your protective regular watching him closely as he sipped his drink. He hardly knew you; just some girl who worked at the sleazy bar he always finds himself licking his wounds in after a scrap. Still, you were always so nice to him; greeting him with a pretty smile, a cold drink and a conversation. He was just so used to violence, fighting for everything he has. He was grateful to have just one ray of sunshine. Vice City, nor his life had ever granted him that luxury. 
As you serve the man his drink, he takes a sip and makes this repugnant face. 
“Women. Not even good for making a man a fuckin’ decent drink.” He snaps, tossing the drink towards your direction; the glass almost hitting you. You scream as the glass shatters against the wall, your regular standing from his stool to give him a piece of his mind. 
“Fuck’s your problem, tough guy?” He spits at him, grunting when a fist suddenly meets the bridge of his nose. The thud causes you to jump, staring at the scene with wide eyes as your heart slammed against your chest. Of course you were no stranger to bar fights, but this? How could one man make violence look so tempting. You gasp as you watch him pick that grease ball up by his shirt and practically toss him out the doors of the pub. 
“Fuck off home, before I decide to kill you.” 
 He takes his seat back at the bar to find you cleaning up the mess, noticing your startled and clumsy movements from shock. 
“You okay?” He asked, concerned. You nod. As tough as you try to front to be, you were scared shitless. Though this wouldn’t be the first nor last asshole to grace your bar. 
“I can handle myself, ya know?”, putting up a front that you didn’t need his help. You were grateful. But he doesn’t have to know that.
“Sure.” He shrugged. “Remind me not to interfere, miss independent.” You stare into his deep chocolate brown eyes and lean closer to him. 
“What, am I supposed to thank you now?” You tease, taking a cherry and sticking it in your mouth. 
“It’d be nice.” He smirks, raising an eyebrow at you. You giggle, leaning over to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek as a token of gratitude. 
“Thanks.” 
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After that fateful day, you and Daichi were attached at the hip. He brought you everywhere with him as if his scene was safe and tidy. Most nights consisted of dressing his wounds after watching him roughhouse at his fight club. You never minded caring for him since you know he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat. 
The life he lived, the way he made his money just to get by was terrifying and... exciting. You always came with him for his matches whenever someone had bet big money on him or if some assholes wanna settle a score. You always stood in the loud crowd as they watched, beer bottles and cigarettes littering the concrete ground. Daichi told you to always wear his name chain so that the guys knew who you belonged to, those dudes can get real handsy and Daichi would hate to have to hurt a friend. God, you were such a distraction. Daichi stared at you almost too long; dodging a swing of a knife as he took his opponent down with his bare hands. The crowd smashed more glass against any nearby surface to celebrate, the other half of the crowd booing and hissing. 
After he was declared the winner, he got his cut of the bet in cold hard cash; about a nice $200,000. Boy was he frisky after that. His big hands stayed planted right on your ass as he walked you both out and onto the streets to walk home. Your walks were always so peaceful after the boisterous and rowdy night. But tonight, Daichi wanted to claim the second part of his prize. He swiftly scooped you up in his arms, sitting you atop a car parked on the side of the steady street. He pulled his knife out from his back pocket, spreading your legs with his palm. 
“Better not make a fucking sound, baby. ‘Else everyone’s gonna hear how much of a whore you are for your daddy.” He grunts, taking the blade to cut your panties apart by the crotch from under your skirt. Your pussy was now on full display for him and quite possibly the ongoing traffic driving by. You shudder as the cold breeze hits your bare skin, looking at him with doe eyes - only making him want you more. 
“What? Don’t act like you don’t want it like this, babe.” his voice thick with lust as his thick finger reach up to pinch your nipples through your thin top. “God, look at these.” as his hands grope and squeeze the softness of your breasts. You’re moaning into the air as his lips kiss your neck feverishly, taking your top and lifting it up over your breasts. 
“You want my dick don’t you, baby?” He whispers into your ear, your thighs starting to tremble just at the low, brassy tone of his voice. You nod, your cunt fluttering as it starts to drip with slick. Your obedience has him feeling firm, the brunt side of his hard cock starting to grind against you through his jeans. You gasp, Daichi’s hands still pinching and teasing your nipples as his hips grind to make you feel good. You start moving your own hips to follow his movements, Daichi groaning as he watched you try and get yourself off. 
“Look at you humpin’ me like a little bitch in heat.” He spat, a whimper leaving your mouth as you start getting desperate. His hands stop your hips in place, his eyes seemingly dilated with a dark appearance. 
“Take it out since you want it so bad.. yeah, put it in for me. Work for it, slut.” He demands, tapping your cheek to keep your eyes focused on his. He slaps the other side of your face as he snapped his hips, this chubby cock seemingly splitting you open as you cry out. He starts off brutally, as if he weren’t railing you out in public in the middle of the night on some stranger’s car. You weren’t making the scene any more discreet with all your pathetic groans, your hands pulling at his shirt to hold onto something. Your mind became cloudy, panting and sobbing like a real whore. Daichi’s just enjoying the sight of you ruined underneath him, slapping you in the face once more to snap you back from your daydream causing you to gasp. The sting faded as his hand went to stroke the blow with his thumb, the rest of his hand lifting your chin.
“Look at me. Don’t cum until I say so, got it? I feel your greedy cunt sucking me up already.” He says, thumb pressing up against your clit just to make it harder for you to contain yourself. You feel your walls squeeze him, whimpering with every vein of this cock sliding in and out of your walls so addictively. Your hands claw at his back, drooling into his shoulder as you start trying to grind your hips to change the pace. He grunts and holds you still as he slides his thick cock in and out of you slower to tease you, smirking when you start to cry. 
“Pl-Please go faster, Da-Daddy, please, I can’t-” You whine, interrupted by a harsh slap to your outer thigh causing you to yelp.
“You can and you will. Daddy’s almost there, c’mon. You don’t want me to punish you out here, do you?” He coos, opening your mouth by squishing your cheeks together, spitting on your tongue and tapping your chin. You shake your head and try your best to take him for a little while longer, your slick oozing all over the hood of the car you were pinned to. As your eyes roll back, you feel Daichi’s cock start to throb intensely, a sign he was close. Relief was soon to come. 
“G’head and cum for daddy, baby. Want you throbbing for me, c’mon, you wanted to cum so bad.” Daichi urged, swiftly flicking your clit to help you. You cum in a flash, white lights shining behind your eyes as you scream his name. Seconds later he fills you, pumping his hot seed into your pussy before pulling out to watch it spill out onto the cold metal of the car. 
“Sloppy little whore.” He spits, taking his fingers to scoop it up and shove it inside you, pumping his fingers to secure it inside. You pant, your thighs trembling as Daichi hoists you up on his back to carry you the rest of the way home. 
Your eyes close, humming as you lean into his shoulder. A silent “I love you”. The walk was silent and safe, dozing off on Daichi’s shoulder as he trudged through the mean streets of the neighborhood you both lived in. 
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bigasswritingmagnet · 3 years
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Seek a Little Strange and Unusual
Fandom: Psychonauts Pairing: None Characters: Caligosto Loboto, Chloe Barge Summary: One day at the grocery store, Loboto overhears two parents discussing their...problem child. It's a very familiar sounding conversation. He may not understand why, but he won't let history repeat itself. Chloe isn't particularly fond of her human caretakers. The dentist who smuggled her out of the store is strange...but so is she. And he, at least, understands the importance of space helmets on alien planets.
[don’t make tumblr funnyposts about headcanons guys because you WILL become attached to them]
Cucumbers, lighter fluid, toothpaste, apple sauce, quick rise yeast, mineral oil...
Almost everything! All that was left was condiments. Except...had he written ketchup, or catsup? Did it matter? Of course it mattered, they were totally different things! Weren't they? Well, they had different names.
Lobot stared between the bottle of catsup and the scribbled list, trying to read his own handwriting.
"No, no! Put it down--Chloe put that down right now." 
Ooooh, drama! He loved drama. Loboto poked his head around the corner of the aisle in time to see a small child standing on their tiptoes, arms outstretched to the cereal boxes on the upper shelf. A brightly colored box of sugar pretending to be a nutritious breakfast was wrapped in a purple glow and descending, slowly. 
A woman materialized next to the girl. Her face was tight with anger and she snatched the box out of the air. Shoving it back on the shelf she hissed "What did I tell you? How many times do I have to say it, Chloe! Don't do that! Especially not in public! And I told you take that stupid helmet off when we're in the store!"
The child's response was unintelligible, muffled by the space helmet they were indeed wearing. He wondered what the big deal was. It wasn't the 1940's; nobody cared if you wore a hat in public anymore. Just look at him! He was wearing his showercap and no one had said a word! They just left the aisle as soon as they saw him.
“Take it off, now!” 
A man appeared and grabbed the woman's arm.
"Keep your voice down, people are going to come see what the fuss is."
The woman rounded on him, her expression one of frantic desperation. 
"I can't do this anymore."
I just don’t care anymore.
"I can't deal with this, the helmet and the moving things around--!"
He’s a monster!
"I know, I know--"
Soon we’ll be free of this devil child.
"I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this! If I have to deal with one more dismantled radio, one more time trying to get her to take it off for company, one more bent spoon--"
Every! Spoon! Bent!
"I've been asking around, and Johnson knows someone who can do a procedure that’ll fix her--"
They all agree on the diagnosis and what must be done.
He felt strange. Cold and hot and angry and...sad. The child didn't seem to notice the conversation. She was trying to float the cereal box back down again. She probably didn't understand what it all meant. She was young. Very young.
Younger than he had been.
He hadn't understood either, until it was too late.
The humans were arguing again. They were always arguing these days. Arguing about such petty problems, when they could be focusing on the whole galaxy around them. She ignored them. It wasn't like they listened to her anyway. How many times had she explained to the woman why she needed to wear the helmet whenever she left the hermetic seal of her room? It never mattered. 
The box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs landed gently in her hands. Excellent. She would slide it into the cart under the frozen peas. By the time they got to the cash register, the woman would be bound by social convention to make the purchase, or risk making a scene in front of the cashier.
Chloe still hadn't figured out what making a scene meant. The term was definitely in regards to public behavior, but was applied to anything from yelling in public to silent refusal to remove her helmet. Human rules were so strange and arbitrary.
The boxes in front of her rustled. Chloe tilted her head to one side. Odd. Sometimes things around her moved on their own, but usually she got that strange tingle in the back of her head when they did. She wasn't feeling it now.
The boxes of cereal parted, excess tumbling off the ends of the shelves. Two small lights gleamed in the newly made gap. One red, one green.
A metal claw shot out, grabbed Chloe by the shirt, and hauled her through.
She had half been expecting to be pulled into another dimension, but instead she was just in the next aisle. There was no time to feel disappointed before she was dumped unceremoniously in a grocery cart. Someone loomed over her, but Chloe only got the impression of blue skin and flowers before the stranger scooped up half a shelf's worth of bags of macaroni and dumped them on top of her.
It didn't hurt. She could breathe fine with her helmet protecting her face--see, she wanted to say, I told you I needed it--but she couldn't move very much. The cart rattled and bumped, one wheel squeaking obnoxiously. They paused briefly, and Chloe considered shouting for help, but didn't. She wanted to see where this was going.
So she stayed quiet and still, holding the box of cereal to her chest as a cheerful voice cried "No need to do your beeping scans! I know what I bought! Keep the change!"
Then they were off again. The sounds around her changed as they left the store and rattle bumped their way through the parking lot. She heard a trunk open up, and decided now was a good time to figure out what was going on. She had no interest in riding with the groceries.
Chloe made the purple glow around her hands and pushed until the groceries around her lifted enough for her to move. She popped out from beneath the macaroni like a beach ball being released underwater.
The stranger was. Strange. Very tall. The lights Chloe had seen were his eyes--or rather, small tubes where his eyes should be. They twitched and turned independently of each other. He was smiling at her, and his smile seemed to stretch much, much further than most human smiles.
He was wearing a labcoat and a shower cap.
"Hello!" he said. "I'm going to kidnap you and raise you as my own so your parents can't stick an icepick in your brain to take away your psychic powers!" He tapped his chin, brow furrowing. One of his arms was made of metal, and ended in three claws. "Although I already did that first part, so...I have kidnapped you and am going to raise you as my own so that your parents can't stick an icepick in your brain to take away your psychic powers!"
Chloe considered this with some alarm. She didn't know what an icepick was, but she was sure she didn't want anything stuck in her brain. Psychic powers? Ah. That would explain the purple glow. Her caretakers had been very frustrated by it. But could she believe that they would stick things in her brain just so they could be less frustrated?
Yes. She could believe.
Her chest hurt. The macaroni was heavier than she first thought.
"Will you let me wear my helmet?" she asked.
"Of course!" He patted his showercap. "Headwear is a very important personal choice!
Chloe thought some more.
"This is acceptable," she said, and lifted her arms. The stranger stared at her. Neither of them moved for several seconds.
"What are you doing."
"You need to lift me up."
The stranger stuck his hands under her armpits and did so, holding his arms fully extended out in front of him. She dangled in the air, up, up, so high up, higher than she'd ever managed on a swing, and without the heavy weight of rope and swing seat to remind her she was pinned to this mudball planet. She felt weightless, floating, a dizzyingly wonderful feeling.
They stayed like that for several moments.
"Is this what parenting is?" the stranger asked. "It's a lot easier than they made it sound."
Chloe was so high up, her vision extended over the sea of cars, and she spotted her caretakers--former caretakers--rushing out of the grocery store, looking around wildly.
"Put me down," she said. She would have liked to stay up there for longer. For hours. Maybe she could get him to do it again later. The man used to do it all the time, before the arguing started. The stranger set her feet on the pavement, and began to toss the cart's contents into the trunk without any care for fragility. He did not seem particularly rushed or concerned, for all that he said he was kidnapping her. And wasn't kidnapping illegal?
The car was nothing like the sleek blue sedan her parents drove. The man washed it obsessively, and acted as if you had removed an organ if you so much as borrowed a single sparkplug, even if the project was important.
Not only did this car look as if it hadn't been washed, ever, it also looked like it might dissolve if you tried. It was mostly rust held together by duct tape. The car was decorated in strange patterns picked out by objects hot glued to the sides: rubber ducks, dice, plastic flowers, and many, many teeth. From the looks of it, mostly Odocoileus virginianus and Procyon lotor, although she had to wonder about some of the molars.  
"Chloe!" someone shouted. "Chloe, where are you!"
Chloe opened the door of the car and climbed inside. There was a moldy grey blanket on the car seat. She unfolded it and draped it over herself. It smelled like seaweed and toothpaste. She tried to look as much like a non-child lump as she could.
The trunk closed. Through the thin blanket she saw the shadow of the stranger--her new caretaker--lean over her. He wound all three seatbelts across her, pinning her to the seat.
"Safety first!" he said.
The car's engine whined and groaned and the calls got closer. They wouldn't be able to see her under the blanket. She was hidden. It was safe.
All the same, she felt a rush of relief when the engine finally growled to life. The car shot backwards and then came to an abrupt halt with a crash and the tinkle of glass. The seatbelts held her so fast Chloe didn't even move.
"Whoopsie!" the man said. The car lurched forwards and came to another abrupt halt with another crash. "Sorry!" Forward. Smash. "Oopsie daisy!" Back. Crash. "Almost got it!"
This time when the car sped forward, it did not stop, although Chloe did hear a scream and a bump as they turned a sharp corner.
"There we go!"
Chloe waited a few more minutes before working her arms free and pulling the blanket down from over her helmet. The car was zipping down the road, swerving violently between the other cars. In the space of three minutes they shot through two red lights. Her new caretaker was humming an offkey ditty to himself, as if he was taking a casual stroll through the park.
"Who are you?" Chloe asked.
"I am Dr Calligosto Loboto! The greatest dentist in the world!" He threw out an arm dramatically and his claws punctured the roof of the car. She could see many similar holes clustered in the same area.
"My name is Chloe. I hail from the planet Cygnus A."
"Ooooh, you're an alien! That explains the helmet! You better keep that thing on, I don't want you suffocating in our atmosphere!"
Chloe couldn't name the feeling in her chest, except that it was a good one.
"That's what I kept telling them! Just because I can breathe your air doesn't mean it doesn't have a detrimental effect on my lungs!"
"Of course!" the doctor said, genuinely annoyed. "That's Alien 101! Boy, your parents are weird."
"They aren't my parents," Chloe said, firmly. "They're my human caretakers. They were looking after me while I'm on the planet. Someday my real parents will return for me, and take me back to the home planet."
"Makes sense to me! I wonder if that makes this less of a felony."
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thran-duils · 3 years
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And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (P.1)
Title: And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mafia!Tony Stark. Too many fringe gangs were making ties and your father noticed. He reached out to the Stark mob for an alliance, offering up a piece of his territory at first. When Stark told him he had enough land, your father offered up the next best thing: you. He knew Stark needed a wife and what better way to solidify a relationship between the two mafia families? You were not naïve, you knew the life and you were trained with guns and negotiations. Your father had made sure of that. The two of you had seen each other on multiple occasions at mafia get togethers and knew of each other. Stark accepted the transaction but little did he know he was going to get a little hellion handed over to him that would not kiss the ground he walked on. He would grow to love it too. Words: 1,656 Warnings (more WILL be added, I am sure): Eventual smut, power dynamics, sexism, smut, public sex, fingering, dom/sub powerplay, kidnapping, violence, death, knife kink, gun kink, angst with a happy ending
Author’s Note: READ the intro! This chapter starts there.
Introduction || Part Two || Masterpost mobile || Fanfic masterpost
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You barely remember the wedding ceremony. There had been no courting, no engagement whatsoever to speak of between you and your now husband, Tony Stark. Your marriage was a business transaction between him and your father. The ceremony had been short and sweet, the reception being the thing people were most concerned with and between your father and Tony, the food and drink had been exceptional. You had kept your head about you, not drinking too much, and turning down drugs that had been offered. Tony had done the same, much to your surprise. He was being as cautious about you as you were being about him in turn; neither wanted the other to get the jump on them.
A town car, driven by one of his men, had come at the end of your night to take the two of you to the airport to your honeymoon. On the drive, the car was quiet, the pair of you on your phones or looking out the window, with small comments about the reception sprinkled in. Neither of you were pretending this was anything more than it was at this point; you were practically strangers, only having crossed paths a couple times a year before now.
Plus, you were not inclined to speak with him considering what you had been told by one of your bridesmaids. Tony had apparently been bragging about how he was going to get you into bed on the honeymoon. One of your girlfriends had happened to overhear him speaking to a handful of his men in what was supposed to be a private conversation. There had been comment from another about your ‘rack’ looking ‘delectable’ in your wedding gown and that term had made you gag. Another told him it should be ‘easy’ to get you on your back considering your reputation for clubbing. You despised the men in this business sometimes.
He had not gotten you into bed on the honeymoon. Much to his extreme annoyance; he had trouble hiding his temper, that much you had figured out already. You had kept yourself occupied with local attractions and the pool for the weekend.
His mansion was foreign to you and even after a month, you had still not settled in. And he was still trying to strong arm you with his comments and behavior to be submissive. Just like he was doing right now with his trying to order you around to get him and his men drinks. Fat chance. You stayed relaxed on your floatie, hearing June, your personal favorite of the servants because she was not an idiot and could hold a good conversation, gathering up the champagne to take over to them.
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Later in the evening, you came out of your closet, finding Tony walking into his. He was uncuffing his dress shirt and he stopped seeing you.
“That’s a nice dress,” Tony commented, his eyes running over you quickly, eyes only lingering at the tight fabric around your hips for the briefest of moments. “Mind telling me where you’re going?”
“Out.”
“Y/N.” There was warning in his tone.
He had an annoying habit of tracking you whenever you left the house. Whether or not he thought you were going to betray the marriage deal, cheat on him, or he was just a control freak – the last being very likely considering the sexism in the mafia – you were unsure. But it drove you up the wall he wanted tabs on you all the time.
Sighing as you dug through your clutch to make sure you had everything you needed, you told him, “I’m going out with my friends.”
“Where?” he pressed.
“The Bungalow,” you answered seeing your friend texted that she was outside. “It’s in Santa Monica.”
Tony chewed on the inside of his cheek, staring you down. You looked up at his silence finding the glower being aimed at you.
“What?” you asked exasperated.
“Be back by midnight.”
“You’re not my fucking parent, Tony.”
Tony rose his eyebrows in annoyance at your tone. “No, you’re right. I’m your husband. And as your husband, I’m telling you I want you back home by midnight. It doesn’t look good if you’re out partying until 3:00 in the morning all the time. That shit is gonna stop sooner rather than later.”
“It’s almost 8:00 and it takes a half hour—”
Tony cut in, “Then it sounds like you better stop arguing with me and get going.”
Clenching your jaw, you turned away from him and stomped out of your bedroom.
“Maybe invite your friends here next time! It’s not like there’s not a bar and pool here,” you heard him call after you.
You were suppressing the urge to scream as you descended the staircase. Just because you were married did not mean your life had to end. In the hall, you ran into one of his guys, Bucky, meandering with a drink in hand. He spotted you and gave you a smile. You forced an extremely fake one for a split second before storming past him out the front door.
Instead of forcing your friend to have to drive you home so early in the night and cutting their fun short, you risked taking an Uber by yourself back home. There were still cars outside which meant mafia members were still over. It was ten after midnight. You had had half a mind to invite your friends home, prepared to throw Tony’s words back at him about the pool and the bar. But you were afraid that the mafia would still be here and that had proven to be a legitimate fear. Plus, if Tony had lost his temper, you did not want to put your friends in that awkward position of witnessing that.
You slammed the front door as loudly as you could and immediately made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a stiff drink. Throwing your clutch onto the kitchen island, you kicked your shoes off as well, leaving them haphazardly on the tile. You could hear music and voices coming from down the hall in what you assumed was the billiard room.
The vodka cran was stiff just like you wanted, and you took a huge gulp, leaning on the counter.
Natasha walked into the kitchen, and she paused seeing you before smiling; you returned it weakly.
“Looking for the chip stash,” she told you as she moved towards the pantry. She rummaged around in there and emerged with a couple bags. She asked, “Are you going to join us?”
“No, thank you though,” you told her. “I’m gonna watch Netflix. That’s what people do when they’re forced home before midnight, right?”
Natasha looked uncomfortable and said, “I… suppose. Well, if you change your mind then we’re in the game room.”
“Thanks,” you said again and she left you there, like she could not wait to exit that awkward conversation.
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Tossing the chips on the table, Natasha told Tony, giving him a cringing look, “You really pissed Y/N off. You gave her a curfew?”
Bucky rose his eyebrows as he grabbed one of the bags. He slowly opened it, waiting for Tony to respond.
Tony looked down at his watch and realized it was in fact almost 12:30. He had lost track of the time. “She’s home, then?” Natasha nodded and he smirked in triumph. “Good.”
“So, did you?”
“She doesn’t need to be out dancing in clubs all the damn time now. It’s embarrassing and frankly insulting for me,” Tony responded. “She’s not available and she shouldn’t be acting as such. She’s got to respect me. If my own wife won’t, then what’s stopping everyone else from not doing it either?”
Natasha chewed on that and shrugged. “I can see that. But maybe you shouldn’t be so gloating about the fact she obeyed your rule. You should thank her for listening to you. Just my opinion. Might help melt down the ice a little bit.” Tony scowled and she pressed, “You know I’m right. Her coming back when you asked should build some trust, right?”
Tony said after a few beats, “In the morning.”
“No, now.”
“Who is whose boss, here?” Tony asked her, cocking his head incredulously.
She nudged him and he let out an exasperated sigh as he got up from the couch, putting his drink down on the table.
“You said you had next game right?” Rhodes asked as Tony walked by. He was playing against Wanda at the pool table.
“Yes, and I’m going to kick whoever’s ass it is,” Tony answered, leaving the room.
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Tony walked into the bedroom, finding you under the covers, watching Netflix.
You told him scornfully, “I know, I know. I was ten minutes late. I’m sorry. In my defense, I took an uber home because I didn’t wanna make Jasmine leave early. So, they got lost for a few.”
He held up his hand, his brows raised. “Easy, tiger. Ten minutes is not a huge issue. I was just… coming up to check on you.”
“Well, I’m fine,” you muttered, eyes going back to the television.
He pointed at your glass and asked, “Want a refill?” You eyed him suspiciously and he said, “Just asking.”
“No, thank you. I had enough at the bar, and this is gonna be my last.”
Tony nodded and said, “Right. Well, be sure to drink water before you go to bed. And thanks by the way… for listening to me and coming back on time.”
“You’re welcome…” you told him, confused as all hell at his out of left field behavior.
He nodded again and clapped his hands before turning on his heel and walking out.
“What the fuck?” you said under your breath to yourself.
Since when was he that calm?
Slowly, you sunk back into the pillows. You shot another look at the door, wondering what had gotten into him.
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Marvel tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld @holl2712 @agustdowney  @biiskuitx @buttercupfangirl
Fic tags: @patheticallysentimental​
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catzula · 3 years
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dreams that smell of caramel
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Hello, hello. I know I disappeared for a hot minute, i blame depression for everything. i think I’ll be more active from now on, and thank you for reading!
btw, I did take a break form my 400 followers event cuz I burned out really really bad sorry about it
pairing: Bakugou x gn!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: cursing, 3.6k
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synopsis: Really, who falls asleep in a subway? Apparently, you do, and Bakugou can’t help but feel protective over it. It’s because he’s training to be a hero, right? It’s not like he likes you, right? Right?!
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Bakugou hated the subway. 
There was almost nothing there to like. It was dirty, caused Bakugou to feel like he couldn't breathe, and frankly, ever since the day he read that the air in a subway was %30 pieces of human skin, he didn't want to breathe, either.
The traumatic effect that piece of information had on him was something he never got over. But it wasn't only how dirty the air was, either. It was dusty and dry, and it always caused his eye contacts to dry on his eyes, causing him to see blurry for a while, and there had been many incidents where Bakugou had furiously rubbed his eyes, and made himself blind for a good few minutes.
People there always seemed to be almost as rude and angry as him, most of them thinking they had the right to sit wherever and whenever, and people invading his personal space wasn't something unusual, either. And the smell, oh god, the smell. Some people obviously hadn't discovered what a fucking soap or deodorant was since he could sometimes feel the smell in his brain. 
All this, even though he hadn't even seen the real torture. With the mean, scary look on his face and the way he stood that screamed, stay away from me if you're smart enough, people usually tried to do just that, so Bakugou didn't know what his space being invaded actually could be, or how bad the smell could get.
It was a warm day when he had met you. When he saw you barging in the last second, right before the doors closed behind you, he scoffed, slightly amused. You looked like you were running for your dear life, chest heaving, a thin layer of sweat forming on your temples, clothes disheveled, and hair messy, but you had a proud smile on your lips despite all that.
Crimson eyes followed you as you happily sighed when you noticed the seat across Bakugou was free, dropping yourself on the hard surface. You looked around, realizing there was almost no one around the 10-meter radius of you, the seats were vacant, but people were crowding a bit further down the subway. Your brows furrowed with confusion, and only then did you notice the ash-blonde across you, his gaze piercing through you, the mean scowl on his lips reminding you of a wolf. 
The moment your eyes met, Bakugou had expected you to jump to your feet and run away since he had become well-known after the sports festival and many incidents that had forced him to the tv. And even if someone didn't recognize him, the slightest glare from him was enough to make people run with their tails between their legs, but not this time, apparently, since you dared to cock your head to the side and smile��at him.
Smile at him! It was almost an insult! When was the last time anyone actually did that? Especially a stranger? Or maybe you weren't a stranger, was that it? Looking at it now, you did have a familiar face, and it felt like he had seen you quite a few times before. But the more he tried to remember, the more the memory of you went deeper into his brain, causing him to grit his teeth subconsciously and look at you even more intensely. Bakugou wasn't aware he was staring at you like he was trying to see your soul, red gaze never faltering a second away from you.
It was when you tilted your brows slightly upwards, your pretty smile turning into an awkward one, he realized he was staring for the past station. Bakugou's brows snapped together, annoyed at himself, but he was also aware of how his face felt warmer than usual. He gritted his teeth with an angry grunt, looking away from you and fixing his eyes on the stupid advertisement that was right across from him, and he could swear he heard a muffled laugh coming from your way. Bakugou was surprised at how much he wanted to look at you, but his pride wouldn't let him do so, and so he kept staring at the poorly made advertisement brochure. 
Bakugou was a proud, smug man, and he always prided himself on the amount of control he had over himself. But that day, he had let himself down. What was this stupid force that kept making him flick his eyes your way almost every five minutes? It felt like his body was possessed, and it was impossible to suppress his curiosity and not look at you. Bakugou had looked around if there was anyone else looking at you and to try and see if this was a quirk of some sort since it made no sense. 
He grunted in annoyance when he couldn't help himself once again and glance at you, but it wasn't a curt look this time. His eyes narrowed and widened when he took a glimpse of you, of your relaxed body, head falling back and eyes closed. 
"What the hell?" He muttered to himself, leaning forward slightly to try and understand just what the fuck you were- were you sleeping? The realization of how you were, in fact, fucking sleeping had hit him hard, brows shooting upwards, his eyes were wide with confusion and a wave of slight anger. 
Were you dumb? Did you have no rational part in your brain? General knowledge of some sorts? Who in their right mind slept in a fucking subway? Where criminals swarmed, thieves lurking in the corners, waiting for people to slip for a second so they could steal a watch, phone, or a wallet easily, and you were sleeping? 
Bakugou had no idea why he was so fired up about someone he had seen only half an hour ago. He couldn't help but jump in his place, ready to fight, hand itching for a punch whenever someone as much as walked before you, growling and shooting a dirty, scary look when he caught anyone looking your way more than half a second, even the baby that stood in the corner.
He was a hero, after all, right? It was only normal he wanted to protect you, right? Right? God fucking damn it, when were you even going to wake up? He had no idea how you were so relaxed to be able to sleep in a subway, but it caused him more stress than he had felt the past ten years. 
When Bakugou noticed you finally shifting in your place and opening your eyes the second the next station's name was announced, he took a breath of relief. You started to gather your stuff as if you hadn't just woken up from a deep ass slumber, yawning and checking your phone for the time. Bakugou was watching you dazed, shocked at how someone could even do that. If pulling his interest and gaze towards you wasn't your quirk, this had to be it. 
You glanced at him, his gaze meeting yours, and you smile once again, causing his heart to make an odd fucking pause, a snarl appearing on his lips, and he scoffs. But instead of that making you furrow your brows and turn around, you laugh again and turn around. 
~~~
Bakugou had replayed that day over and over again in his head and had arrived at one conclusion. 
You were mad.
You had to be at least a bit mad since it wasn't the most normal thing to smile at strangers as if you knew them for years, especially with a smile as charming as yours, and it was straight-up insane to sleep in a public place, a dangerous place like a subway. 
But whatever conclusion he ended up with, he still couldn't get you out of his mind. It was the stupidest fucking thing ever, made no sense thinking about a stranger you had seen once, but you somehow didn't feel like a stranger. Of course, he didn't feel like he knew you for years, (even though Bakugou thought everyone else but him were just extras, he never forgot a face he saw), but you didn't feel like a threat, either. 
The alerting feeling that formed in his stomach whenever he was around people he didn't know, or sometimes even with the people he did know, wasn't there that time. 
Maybe he was just overthinking. 
Of course, he was over fucking thinking. He had been thinking about a stranger for almost two days straight. (And he hadn't seen you ever since.)
It was such an odd behavior of him that even his friends had noticed something was wrong. Mina had done her best to get a word from him but failed, and Kirishima and Kaminari had declared it their mission to try and cheer Bakugou, and it only meant more for him to deal with.
"Hey, Bakubro, I'm going to the mall today with friends, wanna tag along?" Kaminari asked him the 20th time that day, not even aware it was the worst thing to say if he wanted Bakugou to come. "Look at me you damn Pikachu," Bakugou finally snapped, "If you ask me that one more fucking time, I swear to god-"
"Hey, hey, let's not get violent." Kirishima interrupted before Bakugou finished his threat, thinking it was the best before he spat some illegal shit out. "Then make him fuck off." Bakugou snarled. 
"Yeah, actually, Kami? What are you even trying to do, asking him to come to your date?"
"It's a fucking date?" Bakugou burst, but Kaminari had already sprinted out of the room. "Did he ask me to third fucking wheel? How dense is he?!"
"Calm down, Bakugou." Kirishima sighed. "What's up with you these days, even more irritated than normal?"
"Huh, what the fuck does that even mean?"
"I'm just sayin'." Kirishima shrugged. "You're acting extra grumpy these past few days. You know you can talk to me if you-" 
"Ah, don't start with the cheesy shit, shitty fucking hair. I'm fine." Bakugou cut him off, but his frown was now a bit softer, voice calmer.
"If you say so," Kirishima shrugged. "Hey, by the way, I'm going downstairs to the general studies to change something about my costume, wanna come?"
"General studies? Why the fuck would I go there? You've been visiting that place a lot lately, too." Bakugou asked a little too aggressively, his brows raising when Kirishima grinned. "What, afraid I'll steal your fan?"
"My fan?"
Fan? Bakugou had a fucking fan? Not that he cared, of course, but it still did feel-
Kirishima shrugged with a grin. "You know, the cute student who helped with your gauntlets? Maybe pay a visit to them sometime, they seem to like you a little." Kirishima chuckled when Bakugou kept looking at him blankly. All Bakugou could remember about the person who did his gauntlets was just how pretty their eyes were since he hadn't seen anything but that. He remembered how they always had a flimsy mask on, so it could filter the dust that covered everything in their work station, including the open half of their face.
"I'm not gonna go see an extra just because they like me." He scoffed, but Kirishima could see how Bakugou was dying inside to learn more about this fan of his.
"Sure, whatever you say, bro." He grinned cheekily, gathering his bag and walking downstairs.
~~~
It was the third-day Bakugou had finally stopped thinking about you nonstop, and it felt like freedom. The third time was the charm, wasn't it?
Of course, not. 
You just had to show up the day he was over it, didn't you? You had once again sprinted through the doors just before they closed, heaving in the dirty air, face flushed. You stood up, trying to regain your composure as you smiled proudly at yourself and looking around to find a free seat. 
It didn't take long for you to spot the angry blonde, lips pressed together angrily and vermillion eyes looking directly at you. 
A bright smile appeared on your face just then, and even though you hadn't expected him to do anything, you were surprised when he averted his eyes away from you with a curt nod and a grunt. It had to mean he had acknowledged your smile, right? Well, you hoped it did since you were grinning stupidly at yourself.
You sat on your spot across from him, noticing how people stood even further away from you this time. Glancing at the handsome blonde across you, you tried and couldn't catch his crimson eyes. 
You sighed, frustrated, not aware that Bakugou was even more so. He had promised himself that he wasn't going to be a creep and stare at you like the last time, but your occasional side-eyes and those doe-like glances weren't helping his case the slightest. He wanted to meet your gaze, he really did, but Bakugou also had pride that forbade him from doing so, so he was left there, frustrated and confused.
He was able to keep that up for eight minutes (he had checked, eight minutes and 34 fucking seconds) before he had finally looked at you. Apparently, all it took was eight minutes for you, too, to fall asleep.
You had fallen asleep.
Again?!
"For fucks sake." Bakugou cursed, pressing his fingers on the bridge of his nose and clenching his teeth. He had already concluded you were mad, but a second time? Was this a fucking habit or something?
He grunted in annoyance, but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You looked so relaxed and calm, the smallest smile on your lips, your head moving along with the movements of the train, hands weakly clutching your bag and phone. He felt almost jealous of how reckless you were.
Almost being the keyword, though.
"Don't you fucking get close." He snarled at the man that had been watching you for a few minutes, and he had only taken a step towards you before he heard the blonde and immediately retreated.
His 'come a little closer and I'll bite your head off' look never once faltering, Bakugou was feeling exhausted when he heard your station's name announced, and you opened your eyes. (despite the earbuds that were in your ears? You couldn't have heard the station's name, so how were you able to wake up right on time?)
You gathered your stuff and raised on your legs, just as the train took a sharp turn and caused you to lose your balance, stumbling over to the blonde. "Fuck!" You muttered as you tried to gain your balance back, but the hand that caught you from your wrist did it for you.
"Th-thank you." You told him, sounding a bit out of breath. You chuckled when he grunted. "Be careful, dumb- just be careful." He muttered, eyes slightly widening when he realized he was about to insult you.
You chuckled once again, and Bakugou had to stop himself from smiling back. "See you later, Bakugou-kun." You waved a shy hand, expecting him to sit back in his place, but instead, he looked at you, baffled.
"How do you know my name?
It was hard to surprise Bakugou. Not only was he extremely smart, but he was also very cautious and usually thought almost everything that could go wrong or not.
But he was genuinely, very sincerely shocked when you had started laughing at his question. Out loud, too. You were bending slightly forwards as you laughed, and Bakugou was both amazed and afraid of the motion. You had one of the prettiest laughs he had seen or heard, but this was the most awkward time you could have shown him that.
He had asked you how you knew his name, and you were laughing? He was starting to think you were even crazier than he thought you were. "You're quite popular, you know." You told him. "It's almost impossible to not know about you, especially if- well, after the sport festival, I'd say." You shrugged, pressing your lips in a mischievous smile, and Bakugou had noticed how you stopped yourself before something had slipped out of your mouth.
"Of course, I am." He replied smugly, but his eyes were watching you now even closer as if he was trying to solve a puzzle.
"Well, I have to go now, thanks again!" You smiled and waved goodbye, and Bakugou couldn't stop his scowl turning into an awkward smile.
~~~
It had turned into an odd form of agreement. 
As days passed, you found yourself sitting closer to him, and after almost a week of bumping into each other, you were now sitting next to him, and he had no complaints. 
He thought it was a bit better, actually. Not because he liked, it, of course, he didn't like being so close to you that your shoulders brushed when you moved, your head falling on his shoulder after only a few minutes of riding the train, sitting so close that your smell filled his senses. 
No, of course, he didn't like that, and Bakugou liked having you sit so close to him because that was more convenient, and nothing else. It was easier to scare people away, to track if anyone walking before you was picking and sliding your phone into their pockets. 
And maybe, just maybe, he might be liking your conversations, too. It wasn't much since you were almost always asleep, but when you weren't, Bakugou decided it wasn't the worst. 
"So, mr. future number one hero," ah, and there was that. You referred to him as that often, and even though he was well aware it was mostly teasing, he had to admit it did affect his ego. "How was your day?"
"Fucking long." He sighed, and you giggled. "You always say that!"
"That's cause every day is fucking long!" He groaned, but he had an odd, almost affectionate smile on his lips that just made your heart giddy. "Well, that's hero course for you." You chuckled, biting your lip as you debated whether he'd push you off if you dropped your head on his shoulder now.
This had become your favorite part of the day. Not only was his caramel scent addicting, and it caused you to have the best sleep of your life (you found yourself unable to sleep without caramel scent and the safe feeling it brought to you, so you had to purchase caramel-scented candles), but he was also always warm.
So you did, deciding to live the moment to its best, closed your eyes and dropped your head, half expecting to be thrown off. But he didn't, chuckled instead, the vibrations of his laugh sending chills through your body. "Sleepy already?" He muttered into your hair, surprising you since you thought he wasn't the type to be comfortable with intimacy much, but he looked relaxed.
You could almost feel him smirking when you nodded softly. "Your day was obviously fucking long as well."
~~~
"Ah, man! I forgot my phone downstairs." Kirishima cussed, rolling his eyes at himself. "Hey, Bakubro, I have to leave immediately, but could you pick my phone up for me?"
"Do I look like a fucking maid from there?"
"Please, please! I have to go, and maybe you'll see your fan, too!" Bakugou's brows furrowed, "Whatever, if it'll make you shut the fuck up." He sighed annoyedly, he wouldn't have agreed any other day, but he had nothing better to do since you had texted him about an hour ago that you were going to be late for the train that day. Something about the school, you had told him.
"Really? Dude, you're a lifesaver, thanks!" Kirishima sighed relieved. "Just wake them up if they're asleep! They're like a cat, almost always sleeping in a corner." He added before he left the room. 
Somehow, that description sounded awfully familiar, Bakugou thought.
"Oi, is anyone fucking here?" He called into the dim litten room when he arrived, mumbling to himself something about extras and dumbasses. He had visited the room once or twice when he was having his gauntlets remade, and why did he feel like he was missing something?
"Oi?" He shouted one more time, red gaze stumbling on the figure that was in the corner of the room, almost hiding behind the table, sleeping. His eyes found a half-melted caramel-scented candle on the table, wondering if it was safe to have a candle in a workshop like this one. A mask and workshop clothes stood right next to the candle.
"Hey, I'm fucking talking to... you." His voice trailed off when they lifted their head, stretching their arms when their eyes found the dumbfounded blonde.
"Oh, hey Katsuki-kun!" You cheered, rising to your legs. 
"What the hell are you- why are you... What the fuck?"
You kept your silence, a mischievous smile on your lips as you waited for him to regain his thoughts. You watched as he connected the pieces, a lightbulb almost visible above his head. "You're a fucking student here!" He yelled, and you couldn't help but giggle at how accusing he sounded. 
"Guilty as charged." You raised your hands, teasing him, knowing this was a one-time chance.
"Ah, would you look at the time." You spoke, inspecting the nonexistent watch on your wrist. "We should hurry if we want to catch the next train, you know." You grinned, watching him as he tried to suppress the smile creeping upon his lips. 
"I guess so." He muttered, frowning as he looked away, but it was only to hide the blush that was settling on his cheeks. 
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one day | ksj drabble
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𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; you and your boyfriend are spending your holiday in malta, but you've no idea that during your stay he realizes something very important – until he tells you and you couldn't be happier
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff, smut, established relationship
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: fingering, unprotected sex, strong language, teasing, dom!seokjin but he's kinda sub when oc teases him, oral sex [male receiving]
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4.7k
a/n: commissioned by @moonerva​ who's been incredibly patient with me, so thank you luv again!! also, this drabble is a part of the one I've written before, but can be read alone! (you can read it here!)
𝗺.𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | ☕️
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Warm air spreads across your cheeks while you walk through the night streets in Malta. Hands locked with your boyfriend, you admire the architecture and just enjoy your time spent together. It's a nice change from your daily lives, although you love what the two of you have back home.
Moving together proved to be the best decision you – as a couple – have made. Your first shared apartment isn't huge, definitely not the right home for the rest of your lives, but it's home for now. Surprisingly, Seokjin is very neat with his stuff, making sure there's no mess that you could possibly complain about. And no matter how many times his firm, but incredibly nice mother had told you, it's pain in the ass to live with him, you know you've made the right decision. Obviously, she was teasing most of the time, making sure Jin hears her whenever she talks behind his back.
“Mooom, stop. Do you want her to break up with me?” You remember him whining from the kitchen, preparing the dinner for the two most amazing women in his life.
Mrs. Kim just waved him off with a laugh, telling him you're not going anywhere.
And she was right. You're not and you're still very in love with her son. There's nothing that could change that, not even him acting like a child throwing a tantrum whenever he plays one of the games on a computer, getting angry over him loosing. Just the single memory is enough to make you smile, glancing at your boyfriend who looks at the baroque church you're passing by.
“You want to take a picture here?” he asks, pulling out his phone to take another set of pictures of none other, than you.
He already has hundreds of your photos, posing in front of monuments or just you completely oblivious that he's taking a picture. He loves those photos, they catch your natural beauty – and he loves whenever you catch him in the act, scolding him for doing that in the first place.
The same thing happened just an hour ago, when you were sitting in one of the local restaurants. You were enjoying your dessert when from the corner of your eyes, you could see your boyfriend stealing a few snaps of you. He cackled when the cream dripped down your chin, but he didn't stop and still teased you by taking pictures. It was funny, the locals and tourists nearby probably thought the two of you are crazy.
“We took so many already,” you laugh, admiring the building nevertheless. “Look! There's a fountain!” you exclaim, pointing ahead of you while you rush there, leaving your boyfriend standing in the middle of street with dumbfounded look.
He chuckles, thanking for your red dress that makes it easier to find you. They're just basic summer dress, with flowery pattern but it's you that make them gorgeous. You're gorgeous. Quickly following you, the last thing he needs is to loose you, he rushes towards you. He doesn't see you for a moment, his heart picking up the pace when all he sees are tourists and locals filling the street. He can't begin to imagine that something might happen to you. His eyes dance across the street, panic raising within his entire body and he's ready to yell your name, not caring he's in the middle of street full of people. Luckily, when a group of tourists leave, his eyes find you immediately. You're sitting on the edge of the fountain, fingers dipping in the clear and turquoise water. A breath of relief leaves his mouth and he allows himself to relax, although he fully relaxes as soon as he's by your side. He grabs your shoulder, sighing once again as he closes his eyes.
“You scared me,” he tells you, “I couldn't see you.”
And you want to tease him, turning around to take a glance at him but the grin disappears as soon as you see his face. He looks so scared and when he sits beside you, you notice his shaky hands that you quickly grab.
“I'm sorry, I thought you're right behind me.” you apologize, bringing his hand to your mouth as you give them a kiss.
“It's okay.” he smiles, knowing deep down he just panicked a little bit too much.
He lost you out of sight for a whole minute, and you're not a little child that needs his protection. But he can't imagine something bad could happen to you, just the thought of it makes him want to throw up. You're everything to him. He wants to be there for you, anytime you need him. He wants to protect you, cherish and love you for the rest of his life. He can't imagine feeling about someone like he does about you. Sure, he had couple of girlfriends but they were never that serious and then you came. When he least expected it, you came into his life and brought light into it.
When you look at him through your thick lashes, the little and decent make-up that makes you look much more youthful and natural, his heart blooms with even more love.
“No, it was stupid of me to do that. We're in a foreign country full of strangers. I'm sorry.” you insist, shaking your head to prove your point as he smiles at you.
He reaches towards your face, grabbing your cheeks as he stares lovingly into your eyes. Opening his mouth, he's about to say those three words that you love to hear, and always bring the brightest smile onto your face full of love and adoration. However, he's interrupted by the round of applause coming nearby that steals both of your attentions.
There is a woman, her hands covering her mouth as she's crying while the man is on her knee, holding a shiny ring. She nods, yelling a confident 'yes' before she pulls him off the ground and hugs him. Everyone starts cheering and even you, in the distance, can't resist and start to applaud for them. The bright smile that is caused by you being happy for some strangers decors your face and Seokjin joins you, applauding too. Although, his eyes are set on you.
“Oh my god, did you see that? That was so cute!” you beam, turning around to look at your boyfriend who acts like he hasn't been staring at you for awhile.
He smiles, nodding. “Yeah, it was lovely to be a part of such experience.” he admits, seeing you glancing at the couple that takes a few pictures with the woman's new ring before they walk away.
“Woah, that was so romantic.”
“Is that how you'd like our engagement to be?” he asks, head tilting in curiosity while he watches you.
Your cheek flush as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don't know, I'd like anything to be honest. I'm not picky.”
“Well, you can be more detailed. You know, for the future.” he wiggles his brows, causing you to laugh at him before it dies down and you stare at him.
“Are you planning to propose, Kim Seokjin?” you tease, eyes sparkling with amusement and adoration.
To be honest, the thought about marriage crossed your mind a few times. It's something you both want and talked about at the beginning of your relationship. But now that you've took another step in your relationship, that being you two living together, a marriage is the next big step. Although, it doesn't have to be so soon and the last thing you want, is for Seokjin to feel pressured. Whenever is the time right, you know it'll be amazing and one of the most special memories.
“No,” he deadpans, eyeing widening when he sees the horrific look on your face. “I mean--not now!” he quickly explains himself, causing you to giggle over his stressed expression.
“I was just joking, Jin,” you giggle, standing up. Dipping your fingers into the water, you lightly splash his face to get him out of his zoned state. “Now come on, I believe you promised me something after we get back to the hotel.” you smirk, remembering his promise.
His eyes darken as he stands up abruptly, clutching your hand in his as he leads you back to the hotel. You can't help but giggle at his determination, teasing him about it, considering he had you this morning and the night before. He laughs with you, but stays silent.
Little do you know that his mind is filled with other scenarios, not of him making love to you, but him bending a knee with a shiny ring in his hands, asking you the most important question that would change your lives.
What would you like?
Would you want it to be in a public?
Or would you prefer it to happen privately?
Would you even say yes?
Are you ready for marriage?
Even he knows that it might be too soon, but it's not too soon to be thinking about it and start planning it. He decided long time ago that you're the only one for him, he doesn't want anyone else. You'll be the mother of his kids, you're going to carry his surname and make him proud. Fuck, the thought makes him happy and he can't wait for it to happen. But you're both too young, and although you love each other deeply, you're taking it slow and naturally. There's no point in rushing, not when he knows you're the one and you feel the same way.
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The hotel room that you've booked for a week looks messy. The sheets on your bed are completely rumpled, there are Seokjin's and your dirty clothes all over the floor. Despite of you being a neat person, and so is Jin, but you left your room like this, not bothering to clean up a little bit. The two of you were too excited to look around, knowing you'll spend your whole day outside anyway. The only time you spend there is when you're sleeping or your boyfriend is pounding you into the already messy mattress. God, you hope there are no traces of your morning and night adventures.
It's more about your dignity than anything else, when you're about to do the same thing like every evening. However, this time you don't let your boyfriend leading you towards the bed and having that power over you.
“Oh come on, princess.” he scoffs lightly, once you push his shoulders and make him sit down. He plops onto the soft mattress with ease, looking up at you with a mere shocked gaze.
Caressing his broad shoulders, you take your time to feel him through the fabric. Jin's shocked expression doesn't go unnoticed by you, but you ignore it and let him stare at you with a hidden interest. He's usually the one who takes the first step, guides you while you're in the position of enjoying his touch and let him do the whole work. It sounds selfish, but it's really not. One of Jin's pleasures is to see you enjoying yourself with his touch. He loves the fact that he's the one who makes you squirm, moan and whine for him.
He spreads his legs, allowing you to stand between them as his hands are automatically grabbing your hips. He almost groans at the thinness of your dress, silently admiring how it fits you and your figure, even though they're completely loose and don't show your true curves, you're still breathtaking. Even the slightest tan you've managed to get in three days of your stay. He lets his eyes wander around your little details, like the diamond necklace you've been wearing ever since he gave it to you on your first anniversary. It's a simple necklace, a little heart sparkled with tiny diamonds. The other necklace – the shorter one – has a little 'S' on it. It symbolizes him and his name. You bought it for yourself, wanting to have him close to you even if he's not by your side. He didn't buy it, he's not so narcissistic. It's cheesy and so cringe, according to your own words, but it settles a calm feeling whenever you're stressed and Jin isn't there. You've never felt so attached to anyone, and it scares you. Just he thought of him not being in your life freaks you out. You wouldn't be able to live through your break-up, if that ever happens. Fuck, you hope not.
Jin remembers the exact moment when he saw the necklace around your neck. He was surprised, but couldn't help that stupid and wide grin from appearing on his face. When you told him why you bought it and even laugh it off, he just couldn't stop staring at you before he showered you with hundreds of kisses.
“What do you want, Jin?” you ask slowly, hands still caressing those wide shoulders while he scoffs again.
“Is that even a question?” he asks, causing you to raise a brow at him. He sighs, but still answers. “You, obviously.”
“You had me. This morning and yesterday, actually. And the days before too.” you point out, not looking into his eyes but you know they're solely set upon you.
He's probably frowning, wondering where the hell is this going to? He doesn't like that, he wants to rip those dress off you. “What are you doing, princess?” he asks cautiously, voice low and raspy.
“What do you think I'm doing?” you ask, feigning an innocence while you bat your eyelashes knowing it'll drive him insane.
It does, his eyes darken and he clenches his jaw. Giving him a little smirk, you drop onto your knees knowing he'll be distracted from what he was about to say. And you're right, he shuts his mouth and stares at you through hooded eyes, while your palms spread over his knees. You give them a few strokes, staring at him while acting all innocent when deep inside, you're smirking and laughing devilishly.
“Princess,” he says, and it sounds like a whine but he controls his voice and gulps instead. “Touch me.”
Well, you're surprised by how quick it took for him to say it out loud. Jin never faked or held back his need for you, but you still thought the male pride would stand in the way.
And how could you resist those soft but dark brown orbs full of want and love?
Unzipping his pants, he helps you to take them off, not fully though. They pool at his ankles, along with his black boxers. His hardening length almost slaps you and you flinch back, not expecting him to take his boxers too. Raising a scandalous brow at him, he gives you an innocent shrug and smile which makes you giggle. Taking his length into your hands, you squeeze the soft and velvety skin, admiring that part of him. Well, it's not like you see it for the time but it's still worth the attention.
And from the corner of your eyes, you notice him smirking cockily at the salivating look you give him. Spitting into your hand, he curses at the sight before you start stroking him. His hips jerk and with a head thrown back, you're the one who smirks this time. He groans, wanting you to fasten up your pace but you don't. He must be thinking you're not getting the message, and that's why he looks at you and is met with your little smirk.
“Faster, princess. C'mon.” he says, jerking his hips again to prove his point but you just shrug.
“Why? I like it this way.” you tell him innocently, almost bursting in laughter at the sight of his narrowed eyes and clenched jaw.
“Y/N,” he warns you, his breath hitching when your thumb brushes against the mushroom head. He realizes him being sassy won't get him anywhere, and you'll just tease him even more. He sees the darkened and amused glint in your orbs, and although it's something fresh and he hasn't seen it for a long time, he knows you're in one of those moods. “Please, princess.” he whines and he gets the reaction he wanted.
You listen, obviously happy with his reaction as you quicken up your pace. Your saliva is used as a lube, making it easier to pump him. He moans when you set up a stable pace, jerking him off while he gets fully hard.
“Put it in your mouth now,” he breathes out, “Please.” he adds, causing you to chuckle.
For a moment, he's scared you'll make him beg for it, although you've never been that type. God knows what's going on inside your pretty head, he thinks.
Scooting closer to between his hands, you kiss the tip of his length making him groan. Your soft and plush lips have that kind of effect on him, even though he's the one with a perfect set of lips that any woman could ever dream of. Sucking at the tip, he almost goes feral when you take him into your mouth. Going further, you let his cock go deeper while you take all of him. It's not easy and you almost choke around him, but holding your breath helps a lot and just the thought of how you make him feel is enough to continue. You drool all over his hard length, getting his balls soaked with your saliva as you hold yourself there. He moans, not having the heart to jerk his hips upwards even though that's exactly what the horny side of him tells him to do. He can't, and holds himself back as much as he can before you move up. You let his cock head stay inside your mouth, breathing through you nose before you take him again. This time, you start blowing him while humming around his throbbing cock. Your heart signs with pride when an evident groan slips out of his mouth and gets longer with each move you make. He pets your hair, groaning louder when you lick the underside of his cock.
“Oh, fuck. Princess,” he whines, hips jerking when you suck on the head again and hum in response.
Jin's mind is filled with the need to get a release, not thinking that there's a whole night ahead of you and if he cums now, it'll take time to get himself hard again. He could take that time to truly take care of you, to taste you and he knows your little moans would be all he needed to get his cock hard again.
But none of this is on his mind, all he can do is grabbing you by your head while he clutches your beautiful sleek hair in his grasp. He's getting there, with each moan getting a bit louder, you know he's about to cum down your throat. And you'd like that, but you have other plans. Just as he's forcing your face down onto his cock, you pull away. He nearly screams, his release being snatched from him in seconds.
Cheeks red and chest heaving, he narrows his eyes in confusion. He watches you wiping your mouth, detaching that line of saliva that connected your mouth and his cock, before he opens his mouth.
“What the hell,” he murmurs, shoulders dropping in disappointment at your sudden decision. “Y/N.” he breathes out, not hiding the disappointment in his voice either.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” you hum, eyes averting between his hard cock and face.
He grunts, reaching towards you as he gets you onto your feet effortlessly. You squeak in surprise, but your stomach jumps with excitement, especially when you hear him growl.
“You know I don't like being teased,” he says through clenched teeth, making sure you stare deeply into his eyes. “Whatever this little stunt was, you're done.”
Your heat pulsates at his words, clenching around nothing. Thank God he can't see your clenched thighs together, even though something tells you he probably knows. He always said you're easy to read, that's how good he knows you. There's not a person who knows you like Jin. Not even your parents, family or friends.
“But you like it, huh?” he chuckles lowly, tilting his head to the side. “You like when I get like this. When I talk to you like this.”
Nibbling on your bottom lip, you can't control the heat that spreads over your cheeks and all over your body that trembles with excitement in Jin's hands. He stands up, chest bumping against yours as he hovers over you. It's just for a second and it happens fast before you're sent to bed. Back bumping against the mattress, you stare at your boyfriend that has the same lustful look, like he hasn't had you every day. He can't get enough of you.
Eyes trailing down, he notices your dress being hiked up and exposing your thighs. “Take off your dress.” he barks an order, yet his voice stays light but authoritative at the same time.
Slowly sitting up, your eyes don't leave his face and you make sure it stays that way for the whole time you're slowly taking them off. Purposely, your movements are slow and you really take the time to get the soft and red fabric off your body.
“Don't test me, princess.” he warns you, narrowing those brown eyes at you in silent warning.”Underwear too.” he adds, mouth salivating at the sight of a similar shade of red bra and matching lacy panties.
And you do listen, trying to appear calm and slow when your heart keeps hammering inside your chest like it's about to jump out. When you're fully exposed to his hungry eyes, he hums in approval before he stands up. You almost let out a whine, fearing he's going to be the one to tease you right now or worse, he'll leave you high and dry. But it all dies down when he fully takes off his jeans and boxers which stayed pooled around his ankles. His button up is going next, falling carelessly onto the floor before he stands in front of you in his natural naked state. Licking your lips, you let your eyes wander to his still hard cock, waiting for attention. The angry red color of his head almost matches to your underwear that's laying on the floor with Jin's clothes.
He hovers over you, connecting your mouths as he tastes himself on you. He groans, hand dipping between your legs. Jin's thumb gently rubs your clit, humming again at the feeling of your wetness that spreads all over his fingers.
“Hm, maybe I should just stick my cock inside of you for all that teasing,” he tells you lowly, but still lets his fingers slide into your cunt. You gasp at the sudden penetration, walls automatically clenching around his two fingers.
Too good. It's too good.
“For that all teasing from you, I just might.” he chuckles, enjoying your squirming and breathless form. You make him feel powerful, he loves that.
His hand goes down, stroking his cock while you spread your legs for him. He holds a question in his eyes, but your whining and spread legs that he knows so well, give him an answer. When Jin finally lines himself up and thrusts into you, you're left speechless and able to move, until he's fully inside of you. He kisses you, rough and fast, before he starts rocking his hips into yours. But even that doesn't last that long, until he quickens up his pace and starts to pounding you. You shouldn't be so surprised, after all that teasing, you had to see it coming.
His name echoes in the room, you voice is like a sweet melody to his ears, along your moans and gasps of air that you let out every time he hits your g-spot with his thick cock. He feels your cunt clenching in approaching orgasm, while his eyes stay fixed on yours. Jin's grunting, pounding into you in harsh and quick thrusts. Your eyes close, rolling back when you see yourself cumming.
“Open your eyes,” he demands, his hand wrapping around your neck when you listen to him and open your eyes. He squeezes your neck softly, your eyes betraying you again as they roll back, chasing that long-wanted orgasm.
“I love you.” he grunts, slowly squeezing your neck again while you finally let go. Your cunt throbs, clenching uncontrollably around Jin's cock while he still keeps fucking you.
He's chasing his own orgasm, following you two minutes after as he cums with a deep groan, spilling himself into you. His cock throbs, twitching while he's painting your inner walls white with his seed. He rolls his hips into yours a few times, repeating; “I love you, I love you, I love you.” all over again.
“I love you.” you tell him, once he finally stops and drops his body onto yours. He's still careful not to crush you to death, his hands holding himself slightly while his hand is no longer around your neck.
“I'll marry you one day. And you're gonna love it.” he says, voice muffled and breath hitting your shoulder as he keeps his head buried between your shoulder and the dirty sheets.
If they weren't coated with yours and Seokjin's fluids, you'd feel much more disgusted. Surprisingly, you don't mind it that much. Let's wait until the two of you go to sleep.
His words make you smile, your heart flattering at his honest and soft words.
“I know I'll. No matter what you'll do and how you'll do it, I know I'm gonna love it.” you smile, feeling him do the same against your skin.
He pecks your shoulder, slowly lifting himself up as he slips out of you. His cum is already dripping down your ass, staining the sheets even more but you don't move. All you can focus is Jin's eyes staring into yours, a hidden meaning inside of them but all you can see is love. A pure love that makes your heart ache happily. You've never felt this kind of love.
“That's my promise. One day, I'll marry you and make you officially mine.” he promises, causing you to giggle.
“I'm already yours, you dummie.”
He gasps, faking a petulance. “But you'll have my surname and I get to call you my wife. And then, I'll make you nice and pregnant with my babies.”
You're not going to lie, his words have a huge effect on you and you know he's talking about future, but you already can't wait for it when the time comes. You're both still young to that kind of commitment, and you'd like to wait a little longer. But whatever the future holds for the two of you, you'll welcome it as long as it's by Jin's side.
“Look at you, here talking about babies.” you giggle, caressing your hands over his chest.
“If they get to be beautiful and smart like you, I want the whole army of them.” he says, your laughter echoing around the walls that sounds so blissfully to him.
A natural and soft smile spreads on his lips as he kisses you. Your lips mold together, creating a perfect rhythm that makes butterflies erupt inside your stomach.
“One day, maybe not the whole army but...” you trail off, making him laugh as he leans his forehead against yours.
“One day.” he says, eyes glinting with happiness and love.
Your own eyes mimic his – what are you supposed to do other than to nod and agree with a huge smile.
“One day.”
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sinisterlyhan · 3 years
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04 ; 02. 2chan / 10,201 words
threesome, female!reader, unprotected sex, size kink, 2chan rivalry but very faint, a little bit of fluff and a little bit of romance, oral (male receiving), creampie, public sex, overstimulation-ish, slight degradation 
tw: mc feels slight discomfort because she couldn’t breath for a little
parts: 01 ; 02 ; 03
a/n: i’m sorry for not updating for so long, i hope this isn’t too bad! also if i missed some tags or tw, please tell me!
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changbin dreaded the end of statistics class.
he sat at the back of the classroom, your pretty back in his direct line of sight. perhaps he shouldn't have chosen such an obvious spot, but he wasn't thinking back then. he was too preoccupied with infuriation—and perhaps defeat—that chan had just fucked you in this exact room.
not to mention that shit-eating grin he had on his face when he left the room. you two must have had a good time, whatever that was supposed to insinuate.
that fact alone could mean a lot of things about your relationship with chan and your undiscovered relationship with him, but changbin couldn't exactly pinpoint which one was the truth.
have you gotten over him already? was there anything for you to get over, to begin with? was he even good enough to leave a print in your head, as you did him?
those were reasonable but irritating questions to think about. because he really shouldn't assume you would be thinking about him just because he spent most of his time replaying the sex you two had in minho's closet weeks ago.
the frustration he felt whenever he opened his eyes and all he saw was his own hand clutching his cum-filled cock, the sight going against his imagination where your tight mouth has wrapped perfectly around his length, was immeasurable.
but oh wow, nothing could have prepared him for the disappointment he felt a while ago.
he grew ever so nervous throughout the class, his eyes glaring at your back unconsciously as thoughts rippled through his brain, asking himself why he thought asking you such a narcissistic question was a good idea to fuel his need for validation.
"tell me the true, was i better?"
god, embarrassing! embarrassing! that was chan you just fucked. good-looking, strong, warm-hearted chan. he probably took very good care of you, didn't he? that's what he's good at.
changbin sighed. it wasn't that he didn't think he would be good enough to be on par with chan. for the sake of his ego, he'd even say he is probably a hell lot better.
but he knew it would probably feel better and more at ease when you're getting intimate with someone you knew rather than with a stranger. and he was a stranger to you, albeit quite familiar but a stranger nonetheless. and he had fucked you only with the purpose of making everyone hear you, which he assumed was a reason different than chan’s.
"alright, that's it for today! we will continue with the chapter on friday!"
oh, no, no. changbin wasn't ready to confront you yet! he hasn't thought about all the possible scenarios yet—what would he do if you do be truthful to him and you tell him that chan was better? how could he ever bounce back from such humiliation!
he hastily gathered his things, lumping them all up in one hand while his other hand reached for his bag so he could shover everything inside. maybe if he just left without a word, he could play it off as him not actually giving two shits about the situation, that what happened at the start of class was just him provoking you for no reason.
but you had taken his urgency into account, unlike how changbin had wished for it to appear less attention-grabbing, and you got the wrong idea out of it. what you thought would be a gut-wrenchingly frightful glance turned into a hesitant, worried one when you saw the way changbin was hurrying out the classroom.
was he upset with you? could he possibly be annoyed that you used chan to get over him—you flinched at the thought. oh, that wasn't the right word, not exactly. sure, you did use chan, but he offered himself to you and you have no plans to ghost him after he fucked you into oblivion during a stupid quickie.
devils! you haven't even got the time to properly recall the encounter, or how both chan and changbin was able to send you to cloud nine under a limited, stressful time.
talk about being good in bed. you've got some stories to tell if you ever stumble into one of minho's parties again.
without yourself knowing, your hands have already grabbed onto your bag and your legs were already bringing you to changbin. you were under the impression that he was mad at you, and as much as you were trying to 'get over him,' you didn't want him to harbor terrible feelings towards you, so you planned to set this straight.
"changbin, wait," you said as you laid your hand on his arm, your delicate touch making him stop.
slowly turning around, his eyes grazed past your face—slowly and surely leaving the shape of your lips and up to your eyes, then he softened indefinitely at those concerned eyes.
you've always shown them to him, even before the closet sex, but he somehow never noticed them. what an absolute waste, your eyes bring him so much joy now that he was almost mad he didn't begin to appreciate them from the start.
"what?" he asked, his voice cold in a way that made you wince internally.
"i just... i thought you wanted me to answer your question," you said timidly, your hands meeting each other at the front as you lowered your head.
changbin felt a shiver down his back. god, that embarrassing question. he wished that he had never asked it, the courage he mustered up to say something like that has long left his body. looking at you now, he couldn't exactly tell what answer you would give him, but he planned to assume the worst.
"what is your answer, then?" he asked, turning fully to you and crossing his arms.
you perked up quickly, your eyes staring into his intimidating ones. a revelation rushed through you when your eyes shifted down to his full lips. ah, you were kissing them not too long ago, how you wished you could have seen them all swollen and red.
moving down more, you watched his broad chest heave and muscular arms bulge out beneath his shirt, and you automatically pressed your knees together.
flashes of chan flooded into your brain; his body hovering over yours, his hand covering your mouth, and his hips snapping against yours to create a pleasuring sensation. the burn at your abdomen was gaining on your more and more, and your body shrunk into itself, making your smaller in front of changbin.
"i just–" you cut yourself off, your knees buckling suddenly as you finally took notice of the sticky sensation stained on the fabric of your underwear.
chan's cum from before was slowly dripping out of your heat, reminding you of how good he made you feel on the teacher's desk just a moment ago. you blushed at the recollection of what happened before class started. how did you even forget?
watching as your expression squirmed uncomfortably, your breathing growing to a deep halt, changbin glanced down at your pressed thighs and it took him a moment. he squinted his eyes, his cheeks puffing up with a grimace, then the realization hit him—have you not had enough? was your body aching for more now that you two were right on the topic?
"hey, what's... what's going on?" a soft voice came up from behind you, causing you to jump.
chan furrowed his brows in concern when he looked down at you, his hand clamping over your shoulder as he squeezed for confirmation. "are you okay?"
changbin eyed him briefly before he scoffed, turning away. "obviously not, chan. you just fucked her in the classroom."
chan froze. for a second, he was shocked that somebody had found out about it. it must have been the particularly whiny moan he let slip out of your lips. however loud that was, he just hoped nobody else suspected anything aside from changbin.
looking over at the boy, chan's rough exterior softened significantly at his friend's unreadable expression. dead eyes, clenched jaw, and a slightly pouty mouth—as unreadable as it was, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that changbin was annoyed. at what, specifically? chan gladly assumed it was about the sex.
and he was happy that changbin was annoyed. proud, even, that he got the chance to taste his own medicine. disregarding the fact that he actually had it in him to feel jealous over your body being touched by someone else, chan was over the moon knowing that he got back at changbin for stealing so much of your attention.
"i did just fuck her," he hummed, turning to you and finally being able to understand your squirming. a smirk lit upon his face and he stepped closer to you, his face inching close to your ear. "and it felt good, didn't it?"
you blushed, your knees pressing even tighter together to a point where your posture was starting to appear weird. the cum was leaking out slowly, you could feel the itch it was causing you, and all you could think about was the way it could be fucked back inside your hole.
"i–i need to use the–the restroom," you said timidly, licking your lower lip.
chan raised his brow, amused. "you do?"
you sucked in a slow breath. woah, that was supposed the end of the conversation. you were supposed to announce that and leave the two of them, not stand here and wait for one of them to give you permission to go.
but you couldn't move. your legs screamed against the persistence in your chest, telling you to walk away so you could fix the mess in your panties, but you just couldn't move with the two of them staring half-heartedly at you with such obvious lust in their eyes, seemingly understanding the situation.
"what is she doing, waiting for permission to use the restroom?" changbin asked, the corner of his lips tugging up slightly.
"seems like it," chan muttered, glancing between him and you. then he chuckled, "is my cum dripping out? that's why you need to go fix it?"
changbin scoffed at the side, watching the blush creep up incredibly on your cheeks at what chan said. he sounded so smug about it too, it was like he forgot who has also done the same thing to you back at the party.
"you sound way too cocky for someone who filled her up after i did," changbin pointed out, smirking up at chan daringly when he saw the man clench his jaw in annoyance. "i hope you didn't forget that. you took her home that night too, didn't you? i wonder how that feels, knowing she sat in your car with her hole full and wet–"
"are you trying to make this into something it doesn't have to be?" chan cut him off, glaring.
"you're asking the wrong question," changbin replied, taking a glance towards you then back at chan, to whom to flashed a knowing smirk. "the question is if i am trying to turn this to something it doesn't have to be."
"what the fuck are you talking about?"
"how else are we going to settle this aside from letting her pick?" changbin shrugged nonchalantly, even though his heart was kindly beating at the incredulous idea he proposed. "i say we both fuck her again and see."
"seriously? (name), are you okay with this?" chan asked, snapping his head towards you after hearing the bewildering question.
the doubt piling up in his chest dissolved almost immediately when he saw your wide, seemingly pathetic eyes practically begging one of them to lead the way. you weren't speaking a single word, too shy to express yourself, so you could only show your desires through your blushed cheeks and squirmy legs.
the wetness was only gathering beneath your clothes. the hunger deep within your abdomen growled and growled as the two boys threw dirty words and nasty glares back and forth just to see who could one-up the other person.
disregarding the relationship problem that could ultimately arise from this, their rivalry made you feel so unbelievably perused and you felt pretty under their intense gaze.
you wanted the both of them; whatever they wanted to do with you and your body, you'd just take it with gratitude.
"looks like she is," changbin said, reaching out to grab a hold of your hand. he gave chan a short look, not bothering to convince him to follow along as he turned around and left with you trailing behind him obediently.
chan stood on his spot, not sure how he felt about sharing you. he couldn't even be sure if he could safely claim you as his either. it wasn't like he was your boyfriend.
fuck, just when he thought the whole changbin situation was finally coming to an end, that bastard jumped right back into your head and fucked everything up.
maybe he should use this chance to kick him out for good.
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if you thought having sex in a classroom twenty minutes before class starts was a bad idea then changbin's got another thing in mind for you.
chan rolled his eyes as he pushed the study room door close quietly to not stir up commotion outside, then he made sure he locked the door before turning away from it to glare at you and changbin.
"you really don't waste any time, do you?" chan huffed out casually, his steps slow as he strode over to your side.
within a minute of changbin bringing you three into a reserved study room to the side of the school library, he has already got you pinned against the arranged desks sat in the middle of the small room. his impatience seeped through the gaps of his fingers around your neck, his eyes a possessive glare when chan came by.
you laid on the table, your back pressed against the hard surface and your heart beating faster than ever. having the two looming over your helpless body with such calculative condescension, as if you weren't anything more than porcelain doll to be thrown dangerously around for entertainment, was hopelessly arousing.
you would normally hate to be told what to do, or just to feel inferior to anybody in general. it always made your chest burn, it makes your words reckless. but this was much different—with them you'd obey, you'd do anything, including letting them fuck you in the school library.
after all, you knew you would get something pleasuring in return for being a good little girl, didn't you?
"i never wait to please anyone," changbin said, chuckling as he ran the back of his index finger down your cheek. the gleam in his eyes flashed darkly, and his hand turned to grip the side of your chin and pushed your head up slightly so you focus on him.
"especially not when it comes to this pretty baby," he cooed, leaning his body down to you.
his abdomen brushing between your legs and his nose running past the skin of your neck. he hummed in satisfaction, feeling the tremors of your body, and he roughly took a kissable bite on your pretty skin. you whimpered, your eyes shutting half-way as you automatically angled your head up at the mild pain.
changbin chuckled, his hand curling a little tighter around your neck as his free hand traveled down to your skirt. fumbling with the pretty hem of it, he slowly rubbed his way up your inner-thigh, his fingers squeezing the softness of it to earn tiny gasps from your sweet baby mouth.
it was all he could think about doing—getting those noises out of you. having to depend on his unreliable memory when replaying the sound of your voice was tragic; it was either too faint for him or his train of thoughts would get interrupted by doubt. he needed the real thing, he needed you.
running his lips across your neck, he urgently made his way to your lips where he pressed himself against you tightly. you closed your eyes, your hands flying to cup his face while your mouths moved passionately together. the way he kissed you made you feel so fluttery and blank, you weren't able to register your safety pants being pulled down your thighs until there was a poke at your clothed clit.
you gasped into changbin's mouth, the all too familiar feeling zapping through your body. his hand moved carefully, touching you like sharp edges and thin glass. his fingers played with the fabric of your pantie before he shifted it aside, his fingers running across your semi-wet slit before he pushed a digit in.
oh, your mind was wandering to someone else again! the content pleasure of changbin pumping his finger in and out of your slick hole, pushing chan's cum back into you as his digit got costed with white—it only kept reminding you of somebody else, it only kept reminding you of chan.
every single time. your mind would travel to somebody else every damn time! it was like you couldn't just have one of them, that you needed both of them to be present before you could be completely satisfied.
chan raised his brow when he saw you opened your eyes to glance at him, your glare a knowing gaze that made him both curious and amused. walking closer to changbin, he leaned down slightly to run his palm through your hair, disregarding the fact that changbin still got his mouth on yours.
well, it wasn't much of a kiss if you were looking at someone else anyway.
"mm–ugh, what the hell is your problem, chan?" changbin growled when your head was pulled to the side, a yelp escaping your lips at the sudden impact when your lips got torn away from his.
"what's my problem? what about you, huh?" chan directed his gaze towards you, his fingers clenching a fistful of your hair before he tugged at it, a brow rising funnily. "you can't even keep her attention when you've got your fingers in her pussy, i think the problem is all you, changbin."
changbin tilted his head for a moment, and when chan breathed out a deafening chuckle, his features relaxed into an unreadable state. turning to you, he wordlessly added another finger into your cunt and immediately curled his fingers to gather up the juices inside.
you gasped out a whimper, your eyes widening up at the ceiling light as he finger-fucked you at an increasing pace. your walls brushed against his skin, creating light friction, and the tip of his fingers poked against your walls to stir up an incredible impact. your mind swirled, bringing your lustful desire to wakefulness.
"bin–changbin, please," you stuttered out, your head perking up to look at his unwilling expression.
you were getting close, closer, and much closer. changbin watched as your eyes scrunched at the nearing climax before he smiled, and he stopped abruptly, keeping his fingers inside you. changbin waited a while before removing himself from your hole. he pulled the glistening objects up to his face, then he glanced at you.
you flinched at his dead gaze, and you heaved a sigh when he removed his hand from your neck whilst leaning down to get closer to you.
the dropping of his bag on the floor and the tinkling of his belt did not go unnoticed by you, even though he has got his face all up at yours. you suppressed the urge to smile then, the excitement that you would soon be filled up with his thick cock overwhelming you. and when changbin was finally close to your ear, you felt less helpless than you did a second ago when he paused at the brink of your orgasm.
"i'm surprised you still remember my name, princess," he muttered, his wet fingers running across your chin before they tapped against your mouth. "i thought you liked chan so much, i just completely vanished from your head.”
you let his arousal-filled fingers flip inside your mouth. your tongue slurped around the bitter taste of his skin, coated with chan's essence and your own. and amidst you fighting the urge to glance at chan again, changbin had successfully taken his pants and boxers off, and he carefully rubbed his length against your entrance to not lose control immediately.
"remember me?" he asked in a whisper, rubbing himself against you and fighting the urge to groan with pleasure.
hell, he hasn’t felt anyone up like this in some time. even just the surface of your core was enough to make him want to lose himself completely. you turned to him immediately, your attention snapping. the shape of his cock painted itself out along your slit, and you breathed out a high-pitched moan (careful not to be too loud about it) at the wet feeling.
this was what you've been looking for. you wanted more, you wanted bigger, you wanted him.
and changbin wasn't gonna give it to you.
for a whole minute, all changbin did was rub his length against your entrance. his tip would barely poke into your hole, letting you experience what could have been the most delightful stretch, and then he moves away to brush his length against your pussy, wetting his length up prettily and riling him up until the veins started to jut out more permanently in arousal.
it was a punishment, you thought. the fact that you were so close to tasting heaven on your lips, so close to getting that fulfillment of getting your hole stuffed with his cock, yet you could never have it because changbin decided he won't outright give it to you.
all the while changbin fucked himself against your slit, low moans escaping his lips with each firm stroke. his speed was even but his strength was getting slightly stronger each time. it was miserable, you felt horny and miserable. he really abandoned you on the table while he reached his head among the clouds.
whimpering with a grimace, you raised your head and looked at him. "changbin..."
"mm, fuck... what?" he grunted, not bothering to look at you as he grabbed your thighs to pull you closer to his cock, pressing himself against your clit this time to earn a reaction.
you gasped, resting on the table and frowning as you spoke, "you're not fucking me."
he slowed down his pace then, his brow rising in annoyance as a sneer reached his mouth. he glared down at you, one hand leaving your thigh to grip his shaft. he lathered his tip along your slit before pressing himself against your entrance, toying with your sensitive hole and never entering.
"aww, i'm sorry, i wasn't under the impression that i have to fuck you," he cooed at your whimper, his hot breath hitting your lips before he nudged the tip of his nose against them.
he closed his eyes, your pained gasps going straight to his skin when he pushed himself into you. he smirked as he paused, his cock barely even half-way in, and he pulled out of you to leave you feeling empty and never full.
"it's your fault for looking at somebody else when i'm right in front of you, princess," changbin huffed, planting a ghostly kiss on your lips before he stood up. his voice was much louder when he spoke again, "since you like chan so much, he can fuck you."
chan chuckled upon hearing his name. he dropped his bag on the floor, carefully placing it by the desk leg, then he moved over to stand between your legs. it was amusing to see changbin acting like this, not that he minded much though. he would love to have your hole all to himself; changbin can laze around by the side and watch as he fuck you into oblivion all he wanted.
you exhaled loudly but you kept your lips pursed, the breath leaving your nose and chest instead. the way you glanced hopefully at chan made him soft; whatever changbin did sure seemed frustrating. if anyone had done that to him, which he doubted anybody could, he would have reacted much more aggressively than you were.
well, it wasn't like you could act aggressively, though, you submissive little bitch.
"you're so petty, you know that?" chan said as he eyed changbin pointedly, then he turned his attention to you. his hand slipped over your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin as he leaned down to plant a soft kiss between your eyes. when he pulled away, he had a faint pout on his mouth, and he whispered, “changbin is being mean, isn't he?"
ah, how mushy, like a daddy comforting his little girl. changbin almost wanted to barf at the side if it wasn’t for the wandering fingers dancing up your thighs. he knew you could feel them too, as your eyes widened as soon as chan’s middle and fourth finger slipped into your cunt. the way you widened your legs and let out a soft moan made him roll his eyes, a smirk adorning his face.
"there we go, baby girl. my fingers feel good, don't they?" chan mumbled, smiling smugly while planting soft kisses across your neck, peppering you with such gentle affection.
"yes, chan," you whispered, your cheeks reddening at he pumped his fingers faster. "ah... please.. m–more–mm!"
"aww, more? more what?"
chan stared at you, watching you struggle to string words together while his thumb pressed firmly against your clit and running circles on it. he waited patiently for your response, your hefty breathes making him feel a dominant delight.
"i–i want–i–" you exhaled, shy and dazy. for a moment, you turned your head to the side in an attempt to see if changbin was still standing somewhere nearby, but before your eyes could even find him, chan brought your attention back to him with a harsh tug.
"god, i can't believe you made the same mistake twice in a row, baby girl," chan laughed, his aggression slipping through his gentle facade. his grip clenched at the top of your neck, somewhere near your chin and your jaw where he squeezed at your bones. "you dumb little thing, who the hell are you looking for this time?"
"nobody–"
"i didn't tell you to answer," chan muttered, cutting you off abruptly.
his fingers left your pussy to his pants, where he swiftly trusted them down his thighs to allow his cock the spring out of his undergarment. with his essence-coated fingers, he gave his cock a few pumps, his eyes focused on the sight between your legs to get himself even more aroused than he already was.
“doesn't feel nice, does it?" changbin mused as he walked to the other end of the desk. he glanced down at you, his gaze indifferent and cold when he caught your eyes. he ran the back of his index finger against the side of your face then, his head tilting to admire your face as he mumbled, “i wasn’t being petty, i was simply putting this bitch in her place, that's all."
you wanted to lean into his hand, but he was gone the second he came. changbin's hand danced down your body and before he slipped it under the collar of your shirt. he went around your chest before reaching under your bra, his large hand cupping a soft hold of your breast.
you reached up for his wrist, feeling his finger squeeze and twist your nipple under your bra. the tingly sensation suddenly amplified when chan decided to position himself in front of your entrance, his tip gathering your wetness before he allowed himself to go in. changbin paused his movements when he looked up at chan, sharing a mutual nod before chan finally pushed himself into you.
your legs shook slightly at the feeling, your hands twisting around changbin’s wrists a little tighter as you gasped at the feeling. it hasn't been that long since you two had sex, it was only about an hour ago, thus making the initial stretch much less painful and more pleasuring. you sighed contently when he bottomed out, his cock hot and deep in your cunt.
"i'm gonna move, baby," chan said, grabbing your thighs and pressing them to his sides, "got it?"
you gave him a meek nod. "yes, ple–please."
changbin watched attentively as chan began to thrust into you. something about just watching the blissful faces you make was enough to arouse him, even though he wasn't the one at the other end, with his cock being engulfed by your pretty walls. his eyes lightly softened when you tilted your head, trying to lean against his arm for any form of skinship.
“come here, baby,” he mouthed to himself, his hand moving away from your breast and up to your face. you pushed your cheek to his palm then, yearning for his touch, and he could feel the warm huffs of your moan against his skin.
you looked like you were having fun, drowned in only pleasure as your back scratched against the desk because of chan’s increasing hard thrusts. god, even chan couldn't feign seriousness. how could he not? you felt so good; such delicious pressure around his cock you were giving him, and you were just so painstakingly small compared to him.
he felt like he was stretching you out all over again with every snap of his hips, your walls clenching around him every time he hit your insides deeply.
ignoring changbin's bitter gaze, which chan could feel burning at his skull, he leaned his body down to angle his thrusts better while his hands propped your feet up on the edge of the table. he pressed against the back of your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders and pulling you closer so he could move down, slightly pushing your legs to your chest as he got closer to you.
a fire burned at your rigid joints, the way your legs were being pressed against your chest reminding you just how inflexible you were, but the feeling was quick to fly beyond your head when chan started to roam his hands around your body, slowly lifting your shirt up until the fabric hit below your chin. changbin helped with removing your shirt, pulling it over your head as chan he cupped your breasts wordlessly, seemingly too concentrated on keeping up with his thrusting pace.
you were keeping your voice leveled, never too loud but not exactly silent since it was hard to have to stay silent when chan was thrusting into you and kissing your body up. but you managed with each heavy breath you let out with your fingers tugging at chan's locks. and every single time you whisper his name in that milky voice of yours, he gets a little needier.
at some point, chan started to speed up, his hips impatiently snapping into yours more mercilessly because of the excitement releasing in his abdomen, waiting for its final release. your eyes widened at the sudden change of pace, feeling your walls clenching down on him at it, which only made him want to move even more.
"mmm–fuck, chan," you huffed out in a hush, your eyes straining to look at the ceiling as your arms went around his neck. "ahh, shit!"
a particular thrust brought tremors to your legs, your feet slipping off his shoulder when your sweet spot got rammed into. chan could tell by the sudden stutter of your body that he had found your g-spot. he smiled, pushing your leg back up and holding it in place as he animalistically pushed himself against the spot, wanting you to break out a loud moan.
but, instead of hearing a slip of your tongue, a sudden loud moan that he anticipated to hear, all he heard was muffled noises. chan looked up from your chest with dissatisfaction, his brows furrowed in annoyance and completely ready to scold you for holding it in. but  when he saw the obvious bulge in your throat, his features relaxed in acknowledgment.
changbin pushed himself further into your mouth when he saw chan watching. your oxygen got stolen out of you because of it, making you gag at how abruptly he had shoved his cock inside your mouth. he had been standing at your head for a while, his palm originally pressing against your cheek lovingly. it was like he has been waiting for it to happen, waiting for the exact moment he could put his dick in your mouth. and he found it when chan thrust into your sweet spot.
"what? i'm not gonna stand here and watch you two fuck," he shrugged at chan's irritated expression, nonchalantly moving in and out of your warm mouth. his hand reached under your chin to prop it up, pressing the top of your head down on the wooden desk. a grunt left his mouth when you groaned. "and this keeps her big fucking mouth quiet."
you whined, but the whine turned out into a violent cough when you sucked in the wrong breath. changbin's shaft brushed along your inner-cheek, an uncomfortable obstacle stuck between your teeth, rendering you breathless. god, was he this big back then? you couldn’t remember, you just knew he felt big now.
"well, i don't want her to be completely silent," chan retorted in a low growl, standing up slightly but still keeping your legs on his shoulders as he mindless rammed into you.
"she's isn't, you dumbshit. you can hear her sucking my dick."
"i don’t fucking want to hear that."
"huh, why not? i think she sounds angelic."
your messy, messy mind was being heavily overwhelmed. sensations were coming in all directions your body admist the two's argument. the two had unknowingly channeled their anger into strength, both their thrusts getting harder and faster as each of them get shot down by the other. it was almost painful—actually, it was painful, but it was euphorically painful.
the little stings across your skin where they grabbed without regard for their strength, the small burns of the corner of your mouth where changbin’s cock kept brushing past, and the soreness of your cunt as chan desperately fucked his frustration out on you; they were all good pain.
but the most alarmingly exciting part was that they weren't paying attention to you at all. the fact that those two were just nonchalantly fucking into you like you were some rag doll, like you were just some fucktoy built to become an accessory to the grudge chan and changbin held against each other was giving you such unbelievable lust, such unfathomable intensity!
you loved it. the pleasure and the pain, the bliss and the helplessness, the tears and the moans—you loved being disregarded and used like this. it turned you on, it turned you on so much.
the pleasure lasted as well as the bickering between chan and changbin. you kept your mouth and your legs open while letting the pleasure gather at your abdomen. juices slipped out of your cunt, drool dripped down the corner of your mouth, and tears flowed down your cheeks; dirty liquid rolled all over as your release approached with big, unpredictable steps.
it was approaching quickly, you could feel it. chan’s thrusts were staring to become erratic as well when you clenched around him for more. his hips stuttered, his eyes shifting away from changbin’s face as he lowered his head, a grunt leaving his lips as he propped a hand on the table and the other around your throat, forgetting that you’ve got a dick stuffed against it as he focused on his own pleasure.
you coughed at the sudden pressure of his hand as your eyes widened, your toes curling and your hands clenching into fists. more air was cut out of your airway at chan’s careful squeeze and your chest trembled at the light-heated, full, and stuffy feeling.
changbin did not help with this sudden rush of discomfort at all when he sped up his pace, your cough giving him the incentive to move faster so he could revive more friction from your warm mouth.
alright, they might have actually forgotten you were there and that you weren’t an actual fuck doll.
and you? you just wanted some air.
“mm–mmh–“ you whined out a little, your hand hitting the side of changbin’s thighs as your brows furrowed. you felt red all over, the heat burning up on your skin as you got pushed from both directions.
changbin didn’t seem to have received your cue as he continued to push himself into your mouth, his moans getting threateningly louder in this study room. chan, too, was unable to detect the flailing of your hands as you pulled at his chokehold. he continued to chase his own release, his mind occupied by the clenching of your cunt around his cock and failing to realize it was a mildly unsatisfying clench.
it was only when chan bottomed out in you again, his climax reaching his head and a curse leaving his lips loudly. possibly even loud enough to reach the library outside. the hot liquid sprouted from his tip, hitting your closed-in walls and making you all hot and bothered. your eyes rolled up at the warm feeling inside you, your head swimming towards its release simply because of the release chan spilled inside of you.
your back arched, causing your head to move, and changbin’s cock pushed straight toward your throat as you let out an uncontrolled whine, wanting nothing more than to let it all go. but the next second only bounced you back to square one, your release backing off upon your violent coughs as an itch strangled up your throat.
it was loud, like you accidentally choked on water, and the sound finally caused a stir outside the room that someone came knocking at the door.
changbin looked down at you, finally realizing the redness of your neck when chan let his hand go, immediately moving away at the shock of hearing a knock at the door. changbin pulled himself away as well, his mind in a frenzy as you curled yourself into a ball to focus on your breathing and getting the itch out the back of your throat.
he cursed. shit, was chan choking you when he got his dick lodged in your throat—shit, have you been breathing properly at all?
“oh shit, (name), are you okay–fucking bitch, can they stop knocking?“
chan cursed when another impatient knock came. he pulled his pants up quickly, buckling his belt back up in a fumble and pulling his hoodie over the waist of his pants to hide the untidiness. he turned to look at you, his eyes hardening at your messy state and his brain bursting in concern, but he forced himself to look at the door.
no, they would see inside. if he so much as move his body the wrong way, it would leave a gap to see inside. cursing under his breath again, he quickly tugged at the hem of his hoodie and brought it over his head, throwing it at changbin.
“cover her up,” he muttered before moving over to the door, his hand on the doorknob and waiting.
you winced in surprise when you felt a pair of hands around your body. changbin furrowed his brows at your reaction, his eyes growing apologetic at the tears that streamed down your face as he held your weak body up. carefully putting chan’s hoodie over your head, helping your arms into the sleeves, and pulling it over your wrinkled skirt.
chan watched with pursed lips as changbin gathered you into his arms, holding you up and sitting down on the chair. he placed you on his lap, partly to hide but mainly so he could hold you close to his chest, getting you to calm down. it was only then when he finally swung the door open, keeping the gap small and covering the inside of the study room with his body.
as chan dealt with the student outside, changbin kept you close to him, one hand rubbing your side while the other soft in your locks, his fingers brushing your scalp gently. he had no idea you were crying this hard, he had been too focused on himself the entire time that he has forgotten about your pleasure as well, and he felt immeasurable guilt because of it.
“i’m so sorry, my baby,” he kept muttering, pressing his lips to your forehead and soothing you down. “i’m sorry. did i hurt you? i’m sorry.”
you were able to catch up with yourself quickly. changbin’s voice was luring you back to tranquility, and your coughing has ceased long shortly before chan swung the door open. your body still trembled from soreness, but it wasn’t to an exaggerated amount that you would worry about. changbin didn’t seem to think that way, though, as he kept pressing you to him as he saw it as your need for more comfort.
“it’s okay–oh, my voice! haha,” you laughed out huskily, your voice a low, sore hum when you first spoke. clearing it a few times, you tried it out a couple more times before you nodded in approval at it clearness. “it’s okay, changbin. i’m fine… mostly. i did get into a coughing fit.”
“god, i’m so sorry. i lost control there, i’m really sorry,” he said, searching for your eyes. “i should have realized you were feeling uncomfortable.”
you sucked in a breath, your brows furrowing. come to think of it, you did feel discomfort, yes. you were glad that he acknowledged it, but you still felt like he should know it wasn’t the kind of discomfort he should put himself at fault for.
it wasn’t the discomfort you hated, it didn’t exactly make you itchy all over; if anything, you would welcome it under the circumstance that they could give you air when you asked for it.
you just needed some air, that was all, not for them to stop. and that was something a mutual system could easily provide for you three.
you blinked, leaving your head against changbin’s shoulder as he leaned his cheek against your head.
you three.
that came so naturally to you, it was almost surprising. come to think of it, it did seem like you couldn’t have one without the other when it came to chan and changbin. when you were with changbin, you thought about chan, and the vice versa happened as well. it was only when both of them were present within your mind that your pleasure was able to finally reach its full potential.
you hummed. how peculiar. looking over at chan, who was still standing by the door. his broad shoulder pressed between the door and the door frame, shielding the sight of you and changbin away from public eyes as he calmly talked the student into leaving you three alone for just a few more minutes. and your heart churned—chan, reliable and lovely chan, whom you love dearly.
turning your attention away, you glanced up at changbin, your forehead rubbing against the side of his jaw and your eyes closing with a smile. his touch was gentle as he held you as if he would break you again if he wasn’t careful.
it made your heart flutter; you doubted anyone has ever been so scared and regretful of laying a harmful touch on your body as he has shown to be. not even chan has been like this, you had to admit.
"it's okay, changbin," you told him softly. "i was having some fun there, actually. i think i discovered something i didn't know i like before."
"you did?" he asked, looking down at you after leaning away slightly.
you nodded with a hum, smiling at his somewhat relaxed expression. he heaved a sigh, relief rushing through him upon your assurance that you felt okay and that he hasn't hurt you. that was his priority now, keeping your content and comfort, he would keep that in mind forever.
"oh, thank god. but still, even though you happened to like it, i'm so sorry i did all that without knowing if you like that kind of things," he said, bringing his hand up to your face and brushing your tear-stained cheek with his thumb. "i will make sure to ask beforehand next time. i'm sorry, i love you."
changbin. so bold yet softer than ever, honest and sincere changbin, whom you weren't in love with yet, but you were so sure you would be in the future if time allows it.
you would end up loving them both. endlessly, unwaveringly, with both love and lust.
you threw a glance over at chan, your brows furrowing when you found that he was still stuck talking to the student. they were probably arguing at this point, but he made sure to keep the gap of the door as small as possible. you couldn't see the student talking to him, meaning they wouldn't be able to see you either.
good.
changbin widened this eyes when you sudden leaned in to kiss him, your weak body gaining a surprising amount of strength as you pushed yourself against his chest, clinging onto him. the startlement took over him for a moment until he responded to your kiss, his hand clutching your body and bringing you up to him.
without breaking away from him, you attempted to sit up. your hands held onto his shoulder and you pulled yourself, one leg going across his bare thighs and settling to the other side as you sat up to straddle his lap. changbin placed his hands on your waist, holding you steady and keeping you on top of him. his erected member poked against your bare core, your slickness teasing him with its warmth, and he groaned.
"(name), what are you doing?" he huffed out when you finally pulled away from his lips, your mouth moving down to pepper soft kisses and tiny bites down his neck.
you moved one hand down his body at his question, stopping until you found his hard member. you grinned to yourself, your fingers curling softly around it before you squeezed, rubbing up over his tip. changbin hissed, his eyes rolling up to look at the ceiling as you pumped him slowly, feeling his pre-cum leak over the gaps of your fingers.
you widened your eyes a little, the more you moved the more wetter your hand was. come to think of it, you did not feel any of it in your mouth when he was throat-fucking you a moment ago. how intriguing, you thought as you moved your hips to position his cock at your dripping entrance, hearing his gentle gasp when you lowered yourself onto him a little.
"i've been waiting for you to fuck me for so long, changbin," you pouted with a pause of your body, looking up from the nape of his neck at him. "chan hasn't even made me cum yet."
he squinted his eyes at you, amused and very happy about what you said. "and?"
you blushed a little. it was almost a calculative blush, like you knew he'd like it if you looked shy while saying such filthy things to him. smacking your lips together, you sat yourself even lower on his cock, letting a whimper out at the feeling while leaning close to him, purposefully putting on a lewd face as his cock stretched out your hole a little more.
"i can count on you to make me cum, can i?" you whispered at his face, looking straight into his eyes. bringing your essence-filled hand up to your face, your fingers coated with his glistening pre-cum, you maintained eye contact with him as you sucked your digits clean with exaggerated tongue movements. when you spoke between the smooches of your hand, your voice was whiny.
“please make me cum, changbin. make me feel good.”
he was more turned on than ever now; the hush of your whisper, the teasing of your hole, the way you were just all over him and begging him to fuck you. it was hot. he wanted to mess you up, he wanted to fuck you raw, until all you could about was him pounding into your stupid fucking hole.
fucking hell—you could not get hotter than this, could you? he felt like his heart would jump out of his mouth at any moment now, considering how his jaw was hung low at such audacity of you seducing him like you were in charge here, yet still desperately needing him to make yourself feel good anyway.
at the end of the day, you were just useless on your own. without a dick stuffed between your legs, without his cock pounding into you, you’d be nothing.
sparing a small glance over your shoulder, he smiled at the barely opened door before returning his attention to you. a flow of anticipation flooded into your brain when you saw the shadowy gleam in his eyes, filled with complete lust and nothing else. he planned to fuck you good, you just knew it.
you didn’t move when changbin grabbed your waist, chan's hoodie keeping his nails from digging into your soft skin, and when he slowly brought you down on his length, keeping a groan to himself as your warmth engulfed him fully, you closed your eyes to take in the full stretch, your hole although still sore but unable to stop the addiction of getting stuffed full.
"be quiet, princess," changbin whispered, pushing your body up slightly to make some room for himself, "someone is just at the door."
you gasped when he began to thrust up into you, his arms keeping you in place while he did all the work. you simply knelt on the chair, your thighs going sore as you took each impactful hit with forced silence and shut-tight eyes. your mind was going haywire, the friction sparking along your cum-filled walls creating more wetness at your entrance.
"ah... fuck, fuck–" you pursed your lips, your arms going around changbin's neck as your buried your face in the sleeves, muffling your tiny moans as you concentrated on the way his dick slipped in and out of you, hitting you deep with each thrust.
changbin kept his eyes on the door, careful yet relentless with his thrust. he even started to glare at chan's back at some point, wanting nothing more than for him to finally chase the student away. what the fresh hell was going on anyway? what was there to talk about?
just get it over with so he could fuck you properly, on the desk, and at a speed he wanted. keeping quiet like this felt impossible but he couldn't bring himself to stop either.
chan could almost feel the tension at his back he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. the girl in front of him has been asking to be let into the study room persistently while he kept going in circles, asking for a couple of minutes to clean up everything.
well, this would get nowhere.
shifting just the smallest bit, he turned his head behind his shoulder, glancing to see if you and changbin were packed up and ready to leave. the second he glanced back, he could only see changbin glaring straight at him, impatience laced in all parts of his face.
he frowned, his eyes moving down just enough to see changbin's cock disappearing into your cunt, and he closed his eyes. you two pieces of shit, you couldn't wait just a little more.
"fine," he muttered under his breath then, turning back to face the girl in front of him.
changbin raised a brow, his movement slowing down slightly when he watched chan slip forward. he tilted his head, ready to hide you from plain sight until chan sudden closed the door behind him, and changbin laughed.
how nice of chan to do this.
"seems like we don't have a lot of time," he hummed, making you pull away with a questioning gaze, your body moving down for more friction. changbin only smiled. "let's make this quick."
the next second was a flash. you got hoisted off his lap, his arms carrying your body from the chair to the desk where he laid you down and pushed your back against the surface again. changbin wasted no time to start moving, his hips snapping against yours at a hurried pace as his mouth lingered on the skin of your neck, sucking purple spots as if to claim you as his.
the pleasure built up quickly at the new, lovely pace. his tip kept hitting your sweet spot, stretching you out over and over, sending you waves and waves of tremors until your eyes started whitening with stars and you found yourself bucking your hips up for more.
the squelching sound echoed in your ears, chan's cum still hot and loaded inside your pussy, mixing in with your juices and coating all over changbin's cock. god, you'd feel so damn full if he releases inside you too, you could imagine the whiteness just leaking out of your used hole.
fuck, what a thought! and changbin was just getting off of watching your blissful expressions. your tiny body moving along with his thrusts, your collarbones peeking out of chan's oversized hoodie as if to tease him of the nakedness underneath. now add the image of your small tummy fucked full of his hot seeds—how sinfully immaculate.
"fuck–i'm close, changbin–please–" you panted, your hands finding their way to his arms and holding onto him as your legs widened for more. "more, more, please!"
changbin huffed out a laugh. you greedy bitch. if it wasn't for the urgency of this situation, he would slow down and make you properly beg for it. but for now, he picked up his pace, chasing your high with heavy and strong ruts into your pussy until your eyes rolled up and your back arched at your orgasm.
you tightened around changbin uncontrollably, causing him to moan out lowly as his hips stuttered. he pushed himself against you a few more times until he paused, his cock sprouting his cum all over your insides as well.
your body trembled at the cunningly pleasurable sensation, warm and fulfilling. all you could think about how good it felt and how much you wanted to feel it again. but you weren't allowed a lot of time to wind down as changbin quickly pulled you up and brought you down on the floor.
"woah! okay, hold on!” he exclaimed, grabbing onto your waist when your knees immediately buckled at the pressure on your feet. "can you walk, (name)?"
"ye–mmm," you furrowed your brows, looking down at your thighs and finding a trail of sticky white dripping down slowly.
changbin's mouth hung open. shit, maybe he shouldn't have released inside you. ahh, damn! if only he had the time to step back and admire the way it was all leaking out of you! what a waste, they would have to do this again soon to make up for it!
"you're gonna have to hold it in, baby," he only said, then he gestured to the floor. "wear your panties and shorts, we're getting out of here."
you opened your mouth to protest, but stopped when changbin went ahead to fix himself up quickly, not wanting to give chan more trouble. you listened to him then, moving over to grab your clothes and wearing them even with the uncomfortable stickiness against the fabric.
“here, your bag," he said softly, holding your bag out to you as you busied yourself with looking more presentable.
you grabbed your bag and wore it on your shoulder, then you looked up at him for approval. your eyes wide in questions and your chest still panting in exhaustion.
changbin laughed endearingly at your reddened, unsure face. it was fading back to a normal shade slowly, and he hoped people would suspect it was the pressure from a coughing fit instead of you being fucked in the study room. he reached out for your head, ruffling your hair and soothing it out more as he smiled with a nod of approval.
“good enough,” he said, his hand sliding off your head to your face. he pinched your cheek then, adoringly, and when his eyes caught the bruise at the base of your neck, he made no visible reaction to it. “come on, let’s get you to a restroom so you can clean yourself up.”
you looked at him, a calming sensation settling in your chest. the way changbin contrasted so much in personality when he is fucking you and when he isn’t never ceased to baffle you. but even then, even when his eyes were blown with lust and sin, you could still see the hidden sentimentality within him.
he didn’t know it, but you remembered the way he let you hold onto him when chan first started moving into you. you weren’t afraid, but he didn’t know that, and he responded to your vague request for more skinship. and you remembered he told you to come to him. he mouthed it, but you saw.
you felt like you loved him then, at that moment. and even more later when he cradled you in his arms, soft words mumbled against your hair and kissed planted on your forehead.
“i love you,” you blurted out, stopping him in his tracks. “i… i didn’t say it back a while ago. i don’t even know if you meant it but–uh, yeah.”
changbin looked at you, surprised yet very endeared. to be fair, he wasn’t sure if he seriously meant it when he said those three words. it could just be the impulse of the moment, the fact that he was guilt-riddled from making you feel even the slightest discomfort, paired with the fact that you were all he has been thinking about for weeks.
but he felt like he could grow to love you a lot if time allows it.
“but!” you pursed your lips at the difficult part. looking away from him, you turned to look outside the door and frowned. “i also… i also really love chan.”
changbin tilted his head to the side, his face dropping slightly. did you plan to tell him you loved chan more and thus, was giving him a rejection now? but it didn’t seem like you were rejecting him, though! you maintained eye-contact with him, determination filled your pretty eyes for reasons he couldn’t explain.
“what are you talking about?” he asked for clarification.
you sucked in a breath, slightly embarrassed. “i love you, and him.”
he nodded in contemplation, looking away as his thoughts swam around his head. it took him a while, but he seemed to understand you eventually. your point was that if they were to go through with the original plan, which was to make you pick one of them, you would not be able to do it, because like you said, you love both of them.
and changbin was open to that, which was a surprise to himself. but when he looked out the door, knowing that chan was standing on the other side, he didn’t feel as much devastation as he thought he would about the idea of being in a polyamorous relationship. was he absolutely sure about it? no, but would he be willing to try it out? yes.
“okay,” he said, holding his hand out to you in an attempt to show you his approval. he gestured his head toward the door after you hesitantly held his hand. “we still have to leave, though. i think chan’s had enough outside alone.”
“oh… yeah, okay,” you said, letting him drag you to the door.
“and about what you suggested,” he said when he held onto the doorknob, his grip tight. he looked at you, eyes soft and lips curled up faintly. “we can ask chan about it together, how about that?”
your eyes brightened in surprise, but most gladness that he didn’t think you were weird for being in love with two people at once. he should not be, but you still had your concerns and frustrations about the unpredictable responses you could get. you smiled at him, a grin so wide he almost wanted to smooch it off your face.
“yeah, let’s ask him together,” you said.
and when changbin swung the door open, revealing chan with a somewhat annoyed expression, you felt less scared.
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harrytpotter · 4 years
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So, I just had this idea and intended this to be a one shot but it turned out bigger and has now became a few-parts story. Sort of. Anyway, English isn’t my mother language so please excuse my grammar! :)
Gif isn’t mine (took it from google, so please, if it belongs to you let me know so I can credit) and suggestions are always welcome.
RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME — Part I
Plot: Y/N finds herself trapped in a time in which she doesn’t belong only to learn that maybe that was her place all along. (Sorry i suck at summarizing things).
Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader
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You’re waken up by the sunshine glowing trough the tower window right into your face. You stretch out but don’t open your eyes just yet, enjoying the warmth spreading all over your body. The feeling was quite nice until you felt a pillow landing with a harsh smash into your face, which forced you to open your eyes. You’re greeted by a redheaded that you had never really seen before, but was sort of familiar to you.
“Can I... help you?” You raise a brow at her, still unable to shake the feeling that you knew her somehow. She definitely did ring a bell, but despite your best efforts to remember someone with her features, you couldn’t succeed.
“Yeah, dumbass! We’re gonna be late for class! Get your butt outta bed right now!” She throws another pillow at you, but this time you dodge it.
“I’m sorry... Do I know you?” You ask her, confused and a little shocked by the level of intimacy you seemed to share with the stranger.
“What did you and that bastard Potter drank last night for Merlin’s sake?” She grimaces.
“Did Harry and I went out for a drink last night? That’s odd, I don’t remember,” you frown.
“Who the bloody hell is this Harry guy now? You went out for drinks with James, Sirius and Remus last night, you mental!” The redheaded looked like you were delusional. You were about to protest when it hit you. James were Sirius’ and Remus’ best friend and also your best friend’s father. Harry’s father.
“Lily?” You ask with a weak voice, your eyes almost tearing up looking into her emerald green eyes, so bright like your best friend’s. “Lily Potter?”
“POTTER?!” She shouts, rather furiously. “You know you‘re supposed to be my best friend, hence you shouldn’t hex me like that, right?!”
You were growing more and more confused each second that went by. “Relax, would ya? I was obviously just bantering!” You say after seeing how exasperatedly she was at your audacity of calling her by the Potter last name.
“That arse put you up to this, didn’t he?! I know he’s your best friend but so am I and I thought I was clear enough when I told you I’m not even slightest interested in him and asked you to stop trying to set me up with that.. that... bugger!” She stormed off the dorm, clearly pissed at you. Something told you that James would suffer the consequences of your oblivious actions somehow.
The door is opened once again and a girl who wasn’t Lily and whom you had no clue to be popped her head into the dorm. “Hey, Y/N! Are you coming? We’re heading to the great hall for breakfast.”
“Sure! I’ll... get dressed. You girls go, I’ll catch up with you all in a minute,” you smile politely at her.
“All right! Nice piece of jewelry, by the way!” She exclaims right before closing the door.
Once you lowered your head and saw something pending down your neck, you realized what she meant. The time-turner Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore had given you when the previous school year had started so you could attend more advanced classes was shining brightly, reflecting the sunlight. That was perfectly normal to you. The problem is that you never wear it to sleep or in public for that matter, keeping it tossed inside your trunk whenever you weren’t using it, hidden even from your best friends. And you were sure you had locked it in your trunk the night before. Suddenly, you remember Dumbledore’s words the day he gave you the device: “If it ever gets you in trouble, come to me. Wherever you are. No matter time or place.”
***
You were almost approaching the stairwell gargoyle that led to the headmaster’s office when you stopped, suddenly remembering you’d be needing the current password, assuming it was bloody different than the one you remembered. About to head on your heels, you’re startled by a clearing of a throat.
“Can I help you with anything, Miss L/N?” The voice of Professor McGonagall waved from behind you.
“Yes, professor! I was wondering if I could get the current password to the headmaster’s office. I need to speak to him, please,” you turn around to face her.
McGonagall raises a brow at you. “Well, the director is expecting you and Potter after the breakfast to talk about your third transgression this week. I suggest you go and eat something first because that will be a very long talk.” Her nostrils were inflated and you knew you were in trouble, whatever the reason was that got you into it.
“No! I... I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore alone! Please! It’s quite urgent,” you beg her.
“Fine. Come with me, Miss,” she says quite reluctantly to you. You could tell she was very disappointed at you but you had no clue why.
The short walk to the stairwell gargoyle was quiet and intense. Professor McGonagall raises her both hands at the statue and shout “Lemon Drop!”
“Obviously Professor Dumbledore would be using this password often over the years,” you murmured at yourself, grinning.
“What was that?” Professor McGonagall asked you, studying your face.
“Nothing, Professor! Thank you very much,” you shout over your shoulder whilst climbing up the stairs.
***
“Come on in!” You hear Professor Dumbledore’s voice after you knocked on the door.
You enter the office, suddenly nervous about talking to him. You knew he was quite clear on his recommendations but you couldn’t help but think he’d probably think you went insane once you claimed to be coming from the future.
“Hello, Miss L/N,” Dumbledore’s voice snapped you from your thoughts.
“Professor... Hi! I...” you mumbled, not sure how to start approaching the topic.
“Let me see it,” he says with a kind smile, showing the palm of his hand.
Awestruck, you take the time-turner from your robe’s pocket and hand it over to him.
“Hmm...” he said whilst examining the device very carefully and closely. “I presume you did lock it into your trunk last night, perhaps?”
“Indeed. Like I’ve done every single day since you and Professor McGonagall gave it to me, sir,” you answer promptly.
“I’ll need to borrow it to take a closer look and see what’s wrong with it,” he shruggs.
“It isn’t broken, is it?” You panic over the thought. “Will I be able to come back to my time? To my friends?”
He offers you a gentle smile. “It looks fine, by all appearances. And yes, you will.”
You stare at him quietly, trying to decide wether or not to ask him what has been disturbing you since you’ve opened your eyes this morning. You were curious about so many things, but Professor Dumbledore was a very busy man and you didn’t want to bother him with your thousand questions.
“Go ahead,” he encourages you, noticing you had something to take off your chest.
“These people... I mean, Lily and James. And some other students I don’t even know the names of. They all seem to know me, even though I’ve never really met them before today.”
Dumbledore smiles again, as if you had asked the right question. “You see, time is a funny thing. And an unpredictable one too. Here, take this and press its side extremities.” He handed you the time-turner back.
Confused, you take it and do as he said. Suddenly, the room starts to spin around and memories hit you at the speed of light. You could see them right in front of you, as if you were reliving the moments. You were sitting inside a compartment at the Hogwarts Express with Lupin, Potter and Black on your first trip ever to Hogwarts. You were shaking each others hands and it was the first time you all had met. The memory faded away. Now you were giggling with Lily and the blonde girl whom you had talked to earlier. Marlene McKinnon. Your best girl friends. Once again, the memory faded. It was night and you and James were sitting at Hagrid’s cabin porch, laughing and looking at the stunningly starry night sky, his invisibility cloak tossed aside on top of the grass. Then, you saw yourself hugging both Sirius and Remus. You remembered everything. Tears began to roll down your face as you felt overwhelmed.
“How... how is that even possible?” You ask Dumbledore with a whisper.
“I’m not quite sure yet but there’s a possibility that you’ve travelled to a different pace of time, Y/N,” he answered as if it was obvious. “This is likely another version of reality as you know it. One in which you were born in a different decade,” he adds, noticing your clueless expression.
You nod slowly at him. “Will I be able to return to where I came from?” You repeat your previous question once again.
“You will, but it could take time. I’ll know more once I’ve taken a closer look at this,” he lifted the time-turner in his hand so you could see it.
“Thank you, Professor. What should I do in the meantime?”
“For now, Miss L/N, you should head to the great hall. I’ve heard the breakfast is delicious this morning,” he smiles at you.
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Lady of the Lake Ch. 2, Walk
full chapter on ao3
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Ahiru wakes up refreshed, stretching her lithe arms above her head and letting out a happy sigh. The house is quiet, but she can tell from where the sun is in the sky that it’s nearing time for breakfast so she gets out of bed.
“Oh, you’re already up.” He steps backwards to let her by and follows her to the table where their plates sit waiting for them.
She nods with a smile on her face, sitting down and quickly tucking into breakfast.
Fakir smiles back when she isn’t looking, enjoying his own meal more than he would without the pleasant company.
When she starts to feel full, she slows down between bites. “So, Raetsel is already at work?”
He nods, “She’ll be home again around supper time.”
“What does she do? I know she said it was a bakery but she wasn’t very specific.” Ahiru asks curiously.
“She helps some with the prep and finishing, but mostly she runs the front and handles the sales.” He explains it simply, hoping the words he’s using are familiar enough to her.
“Oh! So like, icing cookies and stuff?” Ahiru clarifies.
“Yeah… and stuff.” He agrees, not really knowing how to explain a job that he has never actually worked. “Do you still want to go to the library today?” He asks, changing the subject as they carry their plates to the sink and Ahiru begins washing.
She grins up at him where he leans with his back against the counter. “Yes please!”
He laughs at her enthusiasm, taking the clean dishes from her and drying them before putting them away. “Get your boots on,” He prompts, walking with her to the hall and entering his own room.
She quickly laces her shoes, meeting him back in the hallway where he slings a satchel over his head and holds it on his left shoulder.
“Ready?” He asks, walking to the door and waiting for her to answer before opening it.
Ahiru looks down at herself and runs through a mental checklist of all required garments, once she’s sure she has properly dressed herself, she nods and follows him out the door.
They don’t walk towards the stables and Ahiru secretly breathes a sigh of relief.
Fakir stops for her whenever she falls behind and matches her pace, the walk is no longer than 10 minutes and soon they find themselves at the door of a large building.
Holding the door open for Ahiru, he scans the room and finds the section they should start with. He leads her over to the archives, setting his satchel on a nearby table and showing her how to search through the papers. Once his notebook is set out with his quill and ink pot resting on top of the now empty satchel, he joins her in sifting through the collection of historical records. They look for mentions of memory loss, and Fakir also looks at victim reports, finding a few where the victim recounts a memory being blocked and struggling to answer questions from investigators.
The stack of papers grows tall and he suggests they sit and read through them before continuing. Ahiru agrees easily, wobbling slightly before depositing their finds safely on the table next to his things.
They sit side by side, perusing the papers one at a time.
Fakir takes notes on anything they find useful with the intent of referencing them later.
They continue like this for the next hour, library remaining mostly empty with the exception of occasional visitors that come in and out.
Around the time Ahiru starts to grow bored, someone clears their throat nearby and Fakir looks up from his notes, expression quickly growing exasperated.
“You missed your deadline.” The stranger says, voice haughty and more than a little bit annoying, “again. What’s your excuse this week?” They push their thin wired glasses up the bridge of their upturned nose as they say it.
Fakir searches his mind for a simple way to explain the events of the past few days. “Uh, family emergency?”
The stranger scoffs, flicking short navy hair out of their face. “I take it she’s involved?” They gesture towards Ahiru, who crosses her arms and shoots them a glare.
Fakir chooses not to answer, “I’ll bring the article to you tomorrow Autor, it’s not like I’m delaying publication.” He rolls his eyes, “Good thing you always set my deadline before anyone else’s.” Sarcasm laces his tone and the two men have a stare off, Autor breaking away first to turn to Ahiru.
Recognition lights up his face and he looks over at Fakir with a smirk before leaning his elbows on the table to address Ahiru. “You’re the one who walked out of the lake, aren’t you?”
She bristles, scooting back in her chair to create distance. “Yeah, what’s it to you?”
He sits across from her, earning a groan from Fakir. “I was there.” Autor shoots a look at her companion before continuing, “I bet Fakir wishes he were there with me to see it.”
It takes her a moment to grasp the connotation, turning bright red once she realizes what he’s implying. “You’re a total creep!” She hisses it in an attempt to avoid yelling, rage threatening to boil over.
Fakir is similarly angry, he grits his teeth and wills the burning in his face to subside, not wanting to give Autor any satisfaction from leaving him flustered.
Autor raises a brow, “Found yourself a real feisty one, huh Fakir?”
Ahiru lets out an angry yelp and stands up from her chair.
“Go bother someone else Autor.” Fakir grinds out.
“Yeah! We have better things to do than talk to you!” Ahiru adds, causing Fakir to wince from her less than ideal word choice.
Autor stifles a laugh, standing up from his seat. “I’ll leave you to it then.” His tone is amused and he winks at them as he walks away, leaving them to fume in peace.
“That guy is such an asshole!” Ahiru exclaims, too angry to sit back down and fists clenched.
Fakir snorts a surprised laugh, earning a confused glance from her that he waves off. “You are an excellent judge of character.”
Her anger subsides slightly and she slumps back into her seat. “Is he always like that?”
Fakir sighs. “Unfortunately, yes.”
She makes a sound close to a growl. “How can you stand him?!”
He shakes his head, “I barely tolerate him, he’s technically my boss so there’s not much else I really could do without losing my job.”
Ahiru pouts and crosses her arms. “Well he’s not mine, let me know if you want me to take care of him.” She punches a tiny fist into her other hand as she says it and he laughs again in response.
“I don’t think I’ll need you to defend my honor anytime soon, but thanks.” He looks down at her, amused. “Come on, let’s pack up and go eat lunch, I don’t think either of us will be able to focus now.”
She agrees easily, helping him carry the stacks of references back to where they had found them after he puts his writing tools back into his satchel and slings it onto his shoulder once more. She’s still irritated but the walk home helps her calm down and by the time they are inside taking off her boots she’s mostly back to normal. (...more on ao3)
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𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐀 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰
[3.2k/10min read - Detective Seungmin x Female Reader - Thief Jisung x Female Reader - SFW/Suggestive - Intrigue, banter, disguises, burglary]
The alleyway was dreadfully dark as you chased after Jisung. Or, rather, were you running off with him? Whichever it was, the fact of the matter was your fake glasses were sliding down your nose and your wig was slipping off, making it difficult to catch up. 
“Jisung! Stop!” You desperately hissed down the alley, trying not to hear how loud your shoes were on the cobblestone. He hazarded one glance over his shoulder and just kept running, that bastard. You quickly ducked down to grab one of your blasted shoes and chucked it right for Jisung, nailing him in the back just hard enough to make him yelp and trip over his own feet. The muffled yet distinct crumple of paper could be heard inside his jacket, and his own wig and glasses had flown off in his fall. 
“You're not going straight on me, are you?” He groaned as he got up to his feet and pushed his glasses back on. 
“Jisung, this is madness,” you admonished him. “Just admit you were wrong and forfeit this one.”
“Madness?! You sure didn’t seem to think so in that closet five minutes ago.”
You sucked down the immediate embarrassment burning your cheeks from Jisung’s retort. No sleeping together. This was a rule for a reason, and it only made sense that breaking it, no matter how much of a thrill you both were experiencing from both being disguised tonight, would only spell trouble. “Yes! That was five minutes ago, before I found out what this money is, Jisung!”
“Are you actually defending a bunch of bankers right now?!”
“Jisung, I–”
“Stuff it, dear,” Jisung haughtily snapped back as he brushed himself off. You could still see a hint of your lipstick on his chin where it’d swiped him in the closet. “Come on, stop this. Let’s get out of here and then we can talk.”
“I don’t think so, dear,” you rebuked, and you quickly shoved your hand into his suit jacket to grab at the goods, “this is going way too far, and I’ve told you before that if we cross a line, I’m leaving.”
“Would you calm down?!” Jisung tried to shush you as he attempted to snatch the checks and bills back out of your hands. In your tussle, his glasses fumbled back off his face and into your hands before you tripped back against the wall in the alley. Jisung pressed right back up against you like you had been before someone raised the alarm back in the gala. “Darling,” he fervently tried to reason with you, “I adore you, and what happened back there was no lapse in judgement, but so help me god if you mess this up for us-”
“What do you mean, it was no lapse in judgement?” You flustered, even though now was not the time.
Jisung bit at his lip and cupped your face, his fingers still curled in to hold the checks he’d managed to grab from you. “I mean I would do it again, and we should’ve done it a million times over by now. We shouldn’t be squabbling over this, not over some bankers’ supposed charity.” Both your haggard breathing stilled for a moment as he looked deep into your eyes, before Jisung finally leaned in and kissed you. It was perfect, he was perfect. This was perfect, and–
“Hey! You two!” A sprinting pair of footsteps halted at the end of the alley, and there stood a shadowed figure. You looked at Jisung – who was already ducking away from you. All there was left to do was watch, flabbergasted and admittedly hurt as Jisung grabbed what he could, including his wig and most of the checks and abandoning a good chunk of the bills, before he bounded off down the alley. It was dramatic, but all you could do was stare. Jisung, that snake. Jisung, that bastard. You leaned against the wall, out of breath when the shadowed figure jogged up. Quickly, you fixed your hair, surreptitiously fixing your wig and glasses in the process as looked up at your intruder. Looking back at you was a handsome stranger, overcoat still on over his tux as he caught his breath and observed the scattered bills on the damp cobblestone. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t place where you’d seen him before.
“Miss,” he panted, worry knitting his brow in the dark, “are you alright? Did that man hurt you?”
“I’m fine,” you dazedly nodded, “I’m alright, just– Who are you?”
“I’m an investigator. What happened? You can tell me, miss.”
Oh, god. That’s where you knew this face. Standing over you was Seungmin Kim, a detective whose face was in the newspapers every other week, and right now he looked like he was nothing but concerned about your well-being.
What could you do? You were abandoned, trapped between a wall and the last person you’d want to be inadvertently cornering you, and there was stolen money all around your feet. If you hadn’t spent so much time being a self-righteous mess, you could’ve made a break for the cable car, but here you were. Jisung (that cretin) had swiftly created a giant mess for both of you, and now you were running out of ideas in your panic. 
So you cried. You welled up a shaky breath and scrunched your eyes shut, hoping and praying that it looked like you were suddenly overcome by the situation – and apparently, Seungmin bought it. His eyes widened at the sight of you becoming so emotional, and the second he seemed about to say something, you grabbed the lapel of his coat and pushed yourself into his chest. The detective stiffened against you, hands hovering before, finally, you could feel the leather of his glove tepidly stroke your hair. You quickly shoved your face into his shoulder, hoping to get the length of your wig away from his hand.
“Shh, it’s alright, miss,” Detective Kim comforted you, “whenever you’re ready, you can tell me what happened.”
“Oh, detective,” you dramatically sniffled, “I saw that man flee when Mr. Richmond exclaimed that the benefit money had been stolen. I did the only thing I could think to do and followed him, and he ambushed me here in the alley.”
“You darling girl,” Detective Kim enthused, “a maid running after a burglar by herself? That’s so admirable.” At this, he gently nudged you to look up at him and he brought a gloved hand close to wipe away a tear you’d managed to squeeze out. “When he ambushed you, what did he do? Did he threaten you? Did he try to make a deal?”
“I–” Oh no. You hadn’t thought about that. To cover, you quickly started sniffling and choking up again, and right on cue the young detective pulled you close once more, almost like he was more afraid of you continuing to cry than concerned with catching a criminal. “That man, he tried to offer me some of the money to keep my mouth shut, and when I said no he came closer and he… he–”
“No, miss, you don’t need to continue,” the detective grimaced, confirmed when you looked up at him with the best doe eyes you could muster. Thank goodness, because you couldn’t figure out just what exactly to accuse Jisung of. Seungmin held your face in both hands for a moment, the leather of his gloves clammy in the cold night air. “I’m just grateful you’re alright. Now, let’s get you back inside where it’s warm.” 
You watched as Seungmin relinquished you and stooped down. First, he picked up the bills on the ground before he reached into a pocket inside his coat to pull out a notebook, and carefully slipped them inside. Next, he grabbed your stray shoe, still laying on the cold cobbles where you had chucked it at Jisung, and carefully plucked it off the ground. Your eyes followed Seungmin carefully as he knelt down in front of you and helped you slip the shoe back on, like you were some precious, fragile animal, and you actually felt your breath hitch in your throat. When was the last time Jisung was so gentle with you? When was the last time any of the men in your life looked at you so purely, so innocently, like you couldn’t do anything wrong in the world? This sensation was bizarre, and it distilled into the only attainable resolution you could come to:
You would make Jisung sorry. You would bail him out of this mess and make him regret he ever tried being smarter than you, that he ever tried being in charge in your supposedly equal partnership, and maybe you could revel in Jisung giving you that same look – that you were the best, and deserved the best. 
🔎🔍🔎🔍🔎🔍
The rock of the cable car knocked you into some leering brute and of course he had the audacity to lean into you – you were all alone, no chaperone or accompaniment to be seen as you made your way across the city. Detective Seungmin’s office wasn’t difficult to find, considering he couldn’t keep his face out of the press. He likely thrived off publicity. You stamped on the foot of the rude gentleman in front of you when you reached your stop, relishing in his curse when you hopped off the cable car, and made your way up to the handsome building in front of you. Instead of one humble office, it looked like the good detective had good enough business to have a whole home including his office. 
There was one second of hesitation as you stood on the stoop. Jisung never did appreciate all you did for him. He was probably pleased as punch at his day job right now, proud of himself for carrying out such a wildly stupid plan. Likewise, you felt just as stupid for even being this hurt over the whole thing. There had to be some curse on you, making you fall for Jisung in the first place. You shook it off, deciding to leave it at Jisung never truly appreciating all you did for him. All this trouble you were going to just to help him? He’d never appreciate it, even if you got him out of this. Nevertheless, that small chance that he’d actually get it through his stubborn head was enticing. You finally rang the doorbell, waiting to see just what kind of abode detective Kim could afford, when a different young man answered. He bowed politely and made room for you to enter. 
“Good day, miss,” he greeted friendly enough, “are you here for a consultation?”
“I’ve already met detective Kim before,” you coolly smiled, “but I haven’t met you.”
“I’m Hyunjin, miss, I’m Seungmin’s friend – or nanny, depending on how you view it,” he chuckled nonchalantly. 
“Lovely to meet you,” you said with the smallest curtsy, nothing too overdone for such casual company. You extended your hand and Hyunjin took it. The young man stood tall and broad in his sweater, his shoulder length hair tied up in a loose knot and his wandering eyes making no illusions that you were infinitely more spruced up than you had been the previous night.
“You as well, miss. I’ll take you to wait in Seungmin’s office and let him know you’re here.” You sweetly took Hyunjin’s offered arm and followed him into the office off the main hall, across from a grand sitting room. The office was cozy, overflowing with books and papers, and a cold cup of tea sat on the desk. Files lay haphazardly on a side table next to an easy chair, and you helped yourself to the large chair behind the desk as Hyunjin retreated. Only a minute had to pass before you heard someone trotting down the stairs, and a lilting, smooth voice asked Hyunjin to check on the greenhouse.
Seungmin paused when he caught you sitting in his chair.
“Er, hello, miss,” he nodded in greeting, a wary smile still spread across his lips. “Hyunjin said we’d met before?”
You certainly hadn’t met like this, not with the proper bodice and bustle on under your skirts and your newest red gown you’d gotten in your day job. “Of course,” you nicely nodded. “Though you probably recognize her more.” Seungmin’s eyes and grin lit up as you opened your purse and pulled out your wig from the previous night.
“My brave maid,” he gushed, almost smitten, before he nonchalantly offered you his hand. His long fingers gently gripped your own. You let him pull you to your feet and lead you to the chair on the other side of the desk before he helped himself to his own. He looked much more casual today: no jacket, no tie, sleeves rolled up, and glasses perched on his nose. On his feet were a surprisingly lush pair of slippers. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of meeting your alter ego last night? I have to say, I do think I’ve seen you somewhere now.”
“Well,” you sighed with a laugh, “you probably have. I’m normally with my mistress, Lia–”
Seungmin sipped from his cold tea and sputtered on it. “Lia? That Lia? The Cold Shoulder?” He mused, but quickly froze and stopped when you took on an exaggeratedly offended look. “Oh– oh my goodness, that was really rude of me,” he admitted, redness shading his cheeks from his frankness, “I’m so sorry, please continue.”
“That’s really all,” you relaxed into a shrug. “I’ve been working closely with her matchmaker to try and make anything happen, but he’d shared a rumor with us that one of Ms. Lia’s suitors, a young man working with the National Bank, had been seen around town with another young lady. I had been sent to investigate.”
“Exciting,” Seugnmin marvelled. You were glad to see the reaction. Everything was true, except for Lia caring enough to send you to spy on her flaky suitor, Brian. Good for him, honestly. He was a little too old for your mistress anyhow and, frankly, she was more attracted to wet grass. Instead, she had spent the previous night playing billiards and gossiping with her best friend, Ryujin, at home again. Seungmin rested an elbow on the desk and leaned forward to rest his chin on his hand. “Is this normal, running these types of errands for your mistress? And how did that end up with you running after the culprit last night?”
“Normal enough,” you shrugged helplessly again, maybe even adding in a little panic at the mention of the culprit. I was clearing glasses and plates when I saw… the culprit. I went to follow, and that’s when he started running, and when Mr. Richmond found out the benefit money had been stolen. Then you found me last night.” You cast your eyes downward, teeth nursing at your lip as you tried to make your chin quiver like it was frightening to recall. Seungmin leaned forward to pat your hand.
“I’ll reiterate: it was quite the display of bravery,” he smiled warmly, before his expression soured a bit. “I saw that monster all over you and I was horrified, so I’m glad you seem to be holding up alright.”
Even his words were so gentle. What would Seungmin say if he knew you’d been all over that monster in a hall closet at the Richmond mansion not long before he found you? You facetiously sniffled and put on a strong demeanor, nodding in resolve at the detective’s ardent praise. “Thank you, Mr. Kim–”
“Seungmin, please,” he insisted.
“Seungmin,” you nodded with a humble grin. “I did come here to hopefully provide some assistance.”
“You did?” At this, Seungmin’s eyes lit up. He even sat up a little straighter in his chair. You nodded and opened your purse again before drawing out a pair of spectacles. 
“When I was fighting off the culprit,” you began as you handed them to him, “these fell off his face and into the bodice of my apron.”
“Really,” Seungmin goggled at you, and then at the spectacles in his hands, “his glasses? And he just ran off without them?”
“It looks like it,” you nodded.
“I must say, miss, this is terrific,” Seungmin enthused, even rising from his chair to pace over to a notebook on a small coffee table. 
“It is?” You asked naively. Seungmin grabbed a pen and jotted down some notes. 
“These are decent glasses, kept in good condition,” he excitedly explained. “There’s a moderate prescription for near-sightedness, and I see a faint fingerprint right in this corner–”
“Really?” You inquired with effusive curiosity as you arose from your own chair now. You set your bag down and watch him animatedly inspect the evidence you so conveniently provided. “You can already begin deducing from just a pair of glasses?”
“Sure,” he gladly nodded, turning from the table and quickly pacing back over to the desk to grab a magnifying glass. Seungmin seemed to have a practiced route around his apparently organized piles of papers and books, swiftly stepping around them but still managing to catch his foot on a stack and stepping out of his slipper. Even as he stepped over to a tall writing desk to grab a notebook, he hadn't noticed it until he turned to see if you were still following along and noticed you holding it in your hand. “If you'd like, miss,” he carefully offered, his attention solely on you and not with getting his slipper back on, “I'd love it if you could help identify the culprit for me when I round up some suspects.”
You paused, feigning humble surprise. “Me?”
“Yes, miss,” he nodded earnestly, “you've already been such a great help.”
“Oh, Seungmin,” you simpered as you strode closer, “I can’t believe you’ve been so kind to me. Of course I'll help.”
“Good, then,” he beamed, “that’s my girl.” As you approached, you couldn't help but notice the young detective surreptitiously step back closer to the writing desk. “I must say,” he bashfully chuckled, “maybe you're just the youngest person other than Hyunjin I've ever had in this office, and certainly the only one who's ever chased after a suspect, but you're really quite something.” Seungmin looked prepared to say something else, maybe even change the subject entirely, but you were quick to round him off. If you wanted his investigation to go your way, you had to take the lead. His Adam's apple seemed to leap into his throat as you knelt down in front of him.
“Oh detective,” you smirked as you gently took his foot and pulled his missing slipper onto it. His eyes bore curiously into you. “I’m all that and even more.”
A knock at the front door outside roused you both, making you both straighten up at attention as Hyunjin seemed to be speaking with someone.
“Excuse me, for a police officer you’re really quite pushy–”
Oh– Oh, no.
“First of all, I’m in the pipes to get promoted to investigator. Second of all, it won’t be more than two minutes, I just have some files that my sergeant wanted detective Kim to take a look at. Which one is it, this big door that says ‘Office’ on it? I appreciate you–”
Oh dear god.
The office door swung open after a measly knock and there was Jisung, in his uniform and his spare glasses sitting perched on his nose, gawking speechlessly at you kneeling in front of the good detective in his office. He had the audacity to look offended.
Jisung never did appreciate all you did for him.
[To be continued.]
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clouditae · 3 years
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First Love | 03
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Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing
Word: 2k
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
Chapter Index
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You stare down at your phone in confusion. 
[5:29 pm] Jerk: Multi-purpose room. 9pm. 
“I thought he didn't want to meet in public?” you mumble, locking the screen to your phone before hopping into the shuttle. You take a seat at the front, sitting by the window. You can’t help but wonder what it is that he wants today—especially in the multi-purpose room where people hang out all the time.
 As the shuttle takes off, you watch the people pass by as the vehicle makes two more stops on campus before driving off campus and heading towards your dorm. The ride is rather quiet, with two or three people sitting further in the back as you listen to the melody of the song playing through your earphones.  
By the time you reach the dorms, the sun is gone, and you only have an hour to grab dinner before the dining hall closes. You're not expecting to study for so long, but with your first big exam coming up, you need to study as much as possible. Exiting the shuttle, you make your way straight towards the dining hall. After doing your usual routine: ID, food, sit and eat, you’re making your way towards your room. You check the time on your phone and can’t help but let out a sigh as you read the time. With only an hour of time to prepare before you throw yourself into the social world, you enter your room to lie in bed, your feet dangling off the edge, and charge yourself. 
“You’re going to bed already?” Ari asks, as you collapse face first on your bed. Your reply is a mumble, resulting in her saying, “What? I can’t understand you.”
You sigh, turning your head to look at her. “He wants to meet in the MPR,” you say again. 
“Oh. Ew. You have to socialize downstairs?” You let out a whiney moan in response. “What time are you supposed to meet him?” she questions. 
“Nine.”
You can see her look of disgust as she stares at you. “Who does that?” 
“Apparently him,” you tell her. “Can you text him for me and tell him I died?”
She laughs. “You think he won’t just come up here and drag you out? He is our neighbor after all.” 
“He is not that dedicated to helping me.”
“Helping you, probably not—no offence, but getting help from Hoseok just to help you? He’s beyond dedicated,” she informs.
You push yourself up, only to slide off the bed. “Hoseok is helping Yoongi just so Yoongi can help me because I asked Hoseok for help?”
You can see the slight look of confusion on her face from the way you worded the question, but she tells you, “Yeah. I told him he doesn’t have to, but he insisted, so you have to go through with this.” 
You want to tell her to have Hoseok stop. He shouldn’t have to go through such lengths just to help you, but when you remembered the excited look on his face when you asked for help, you can’t ask Ari to stop him. You run your hands through your hair. “Fine,” you mumble.
As nine creeps closer, your heart and mind race until eventually, it’s time for you to go downstairs. 
With all the courage you can muster, you leave your room with Ari giving you the thumbs up. That courage immediately dies when you reach the bottom step to the first floor. All you have to do is walk out the door, walk past the first floor laundry room, and past the mailboxes. Then you’re standing at the doorway to the MPR. When you finally exit the stairwell, the laundry room next to you with the sound of both the washers and dryers running, you can hear the large group of people. 
You feel like you’re going to throw up. Who knew that socializing would freak you out this much. It’s ridiculous. 
Taking in a deep breath, you make your way towards the doorway, but that doesn't stop your racing heart. When you enter the room, you’re not expecting this many people. Usually the room has a few people scattered around all doing their own thing, but this place looks like it’s supposed to be a club with how many people are dancing and chatting with each other. Some even have red cups in their hands. You can't help but wonder if they’re drinking alcohol since it isn't allowed with plenty of underage students. That doesn’t stop them though. It is college after all. 
“You got this,” you whisper to yourself, fists clenching as you enter the room. You’re so lost in your own anxiety that you don’t even notice the blasting music until you’re standing in the outskirts of the crowd, watching them dance. They all look like they’re having fun, and you wish you can have fun like them, but you’ve never liked parties all that much. Too many people in one place, all clustered together scares you. It makes you want to leave, and it drains you trying to speak with a few people. Even now, as you watch a boy approach you, you feel yourself draining and fighting the urge to leave. 
“Hey,” he somewhat yells over the blaring music. 
“Hi,” you force out. 
He’s rather tall, his brown hair slightly gelled backed, wearing a green hoodie and black jeans. He looks pleasant and extremely friendly. 
“I know this is so random of me to come up to you, a complete stranger, but my boyfriend is forcing me to introduce myself.” He sticks his hand out toward you. “I'm Christopher.”
You shake his hand a bit skeptical. “Y/N.” You shake your head. “Why is your boyfriend forcing you to introduce yourself to me?” you can't help but ask. 
He smiles awkwardly. “I'm trying to become an RA next year, so he's forcing me to practice my bright personality and be more friendly.” 
You nod. “Ah. Okay.”
Suddenly another person appears, a big expectant smile on his face. “How did he do?” 
“Uh… he was friendly,” you tell him. 
It seems to be all they need to hear as they chat to one another happily, seeming to ignore you after that. Giving you a sign to walk away, you quickly slip away from the excited couple and make yourself go deeper in the room, but still in the outskirts. 
Your eyes wander around the crowd, but there is no sign of Yoongi. Why did he tell you to come if he isn't even going to show up himself? You don't want to give him the benefit of the doubt, so you wait. 
That was the dumbest thing you've ever done. After standing around for almost an hour, staring at everyone like some creeper, your ball your hands into a fist. You’re fuming. “That jerk,” you whisper. Without much thought, you’re heading for the exit. 
You’re going to give him a piece of your mind when you see him again. What did you ever see in him in the first place? He’s a jerk who clearly only cares about himself. He's probably with some girl in his room. That only makes you even more mad. 
You quickly walk around the room and leave, leaving the happy and social crowd. You stomp your way past the mailboxes, past the window that shows into the small room that only contains a round table and several chairs where students study together or alone, and pass the door to the dorm supervisor before reaching the door that leads to the stairwell and the student dorms.
You pull out your ID, pressing it against the chip card reader. With the sound of a beep, you pull the door open and step into the stairwell. 
You walk up the two flights of stairs until you reach the third floor and make a right towards your hall. Before you can pass the doorway that leads to your hall, a voice calls out, “Not sociable at all.”
You jump, turning around to find the culprit. Sitting at the third flight of stairs that lead to the roof, Yoongi looks up from his phone at you, his elbows propped on his knees. After your heart slows to a normal pace, you glare at him. “Where were you? Why tell me to go to the MPR if you weren’t even going to show?” 
“I told you to arrive at the MPR so that I can see how you interact with others and how you act in a party.” He stands up, walking down the stairs until he reaches the last step. He stares down at you, hands in the pockets of his gray sweats. The way he stares at you makes your heart race. It’s ridiculous that even though you hate the way he acts since you’ve met him a month ago, your heart disobeys your thoughts and races whenever he looks at you. What are you to do? What are you supposed to do when your feelings for him still linger even though you know who he is?
He takes that final step, being one step closer to you, and forcing you to step back. He cocks his head ever so slightly  to the side. “Do you have social anxiety?”
You try to not look as shocked as you do, but you know your eyes are wide and mouth slightly open as if he caught you stealing. Are you that easy to read? How could he know? 
“What makes you think that?” you question, trying to play it off like you don’t. It isn’t working.
He crosses his arms over his chest. “A friend of mine has social anxiety. He glances at doors when he’s desperate to leave. In the MPR, I noticed you kept glancing at the door and your lips were slightly moving as if you were talking to yourself.” 
“And that gives you the idea that I have anxiety?”
“My friend does the same thing. He’ll talk to himself to keep himself from running out of that room. He doesn’t like being by himself. Everyone is different, but if I’m wrong, and you don’t have social anxiety, tell me now so that I can correct myself,” he tells you. 
“Correct yourself how?” you ask, voice not as confident as it was before.
“If you don’t have social anxiety, you’re going to a party so I can see how you flirt with people,” he answers, brow raised. 
He knows. The way he’s staring at you with that expression that just says he knows you do. If you deny his allegations, you’ll eventually end up at a party full of people trying to flirt. They’ll judge you harshly, and that is not what you want. You cross your arms over your chest, mimicking his stance. 
“Okay, so I have social anxiety, what does that have to do with anything?”
He sighs, “It means that I have to teach and evaluate everything myself. Lessons will be more private rather than me watching you and telling you what to do differently.” 
You stare at him for a moment, processing the words he just said. “Private?” you whisper. 
He nods. “We’ll be in my room a lot more that we both like,” he finishes, walking around you and down the hall towards his room. He leaves you there in complete and utter shock.  
What are you going to do? What in the world are you going to do?
You don’t have to do this. 
No one is forcing you. 
But if you were to quit, would Hoseok’s feelings be hurt because you quit?
You couldn’t do that to him.
The sound of laughter brings you out of your thoughts. You turn around and walk down the hallway and enter your room. Ari looks up from her phone, a leg dangling over her bed. 
“If I feel uncomfortable at any moment, I quit,” you tell her, with every ounce of courage you can muster. 
She nods. “Any ounce of discomfort, you quit immediately, and I kick Yoongi’s ass.” 
You let out a breath. 
You’re in for a rollercoaster.
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jubileestreetv · 4 years
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Poor Little Rich Boy
He-yo!
First of all, thank you so much for the feedback in my previous fic, it meant a lot to receive so much support after so long without writing. Second, here it is, a second part to Ode to Divorce. Which if you haven’t read you can do so before diving into this one, or not ;) You’ll see why.
Hope you all like it and let me know what you think!
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Warnings: angst, language, Ransom being an asshole, meddling families, sort of a Knives Out AU (non canon compliant except for one detail), inspired by the song Poor Little Rich Boy by Regina Spektor Word Count: 4.1k+
Ode To Divorce  | Poor Little Rich boy | The Flowers
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“God this dress fits me so tight, I should've worn the other one.” The girl in the passenger seat whines for the hundredth time since he picked her up.
She keeps looking at herself in the sideview mirror of his car, complaining about her looks in detail, and applying gloss over her full, pink lips.
The girl is stunning, there’s no doubt about it. Her blonde hair is perfectly styled, makeup flawless albeit a bit over the top, along with the dress she keeps complaining about. It is tight, riling up her legs and falling lower on her braless chest whenever she makes the tiniest movement. She’s going to be the talk of the night later at the club.
At the party he’s currently driving to, however, they’re going to hate her.
Which is exactly why he invited her in the first place. She’s everything his family loves to criticize about his life, personified. 
“Ugh, I need to see my hairstylist soon. I’m a mess,” she mumbles, way too loudly for his taste.  
Despite all the things she’s said, he's ignored every single one of her comments, focusing on the road ahead and quietly wondering which one of his relatives he's going to end up fighting with that night. Ransom isn't looking forward to it, but he knows by then it's basically inevitable.
He doesn’t even know why he’s going to the stupid party, it’s not like anyone besides his grandfather asked him to go. It’s not Harlan’s birthday nor anyone else’s, so he doesn’t have any obligation to attend.
Matter of fact, he finds it completely unnecessary. Tonight is nothing but an over the top job promotion announcement for (Y/N), and all the family already knows. Harlan announced it during one of their impromptu family dinners and caused havoc among them before they even got to the main course.
It’d been hilarious, actually. Walter and Linda got up from their seats so fast they nearly knocked them down, starting a screaming match that was only encouraged by their spouses. Joni waited until that was over to express her piece of mind, the entire thing was so backhanded Ransom sat quietly and couldn’t figure out if she was for or against Harlan’s decision.
That time he’d been the only one not to make a scene, because he already knew. His grandfather had voiced his thoughts and they’d fought about it privately in his office, unlike all the other times.
He wonders if his family will show up at all, or if it will end up being only Harlan’s house staff and (Y/N).
Everyone is mad at Harlan for his decision, and he knows his mother well enough to know she can be a bitch. Though he wonders if he’s the kind that won’t show up at all, or will do to make sure everyone knows just how displeased she is.
Still, it’s not (Y/N)’s fault, so they shouldn’t take it out on her. His chest feels heavy when he thinks about it, an entire party planned for her and there’s no one who will genuinely congratulate her success. Because whether his family likes it or not, she earned it.
The girl (Jessica? Erika?) suddenly says something else but Ransom doesn’t really process it, far too deep into his own thoughts.
He shrugs off a strange stiffness on his shoulders, asking himself why the fuck he cares if (Y/N) enjoys herself or not. He’s going because his grandfather invited him, he can have some food and liquor, show off his new girl, fight a bit, and then go to the club.
No other reason at all.
They get there surprisingly early, compared to when he goes on his own. He tells himself it’s because of his own eagerness of seeing the expression in everybody’s faces when he walks in with a girl he’ll claim to be his girlfriend. Thankfully, everybody seems to be already there.
He gets out of his car and walks straight to the entrance, already able to hear the music coming out of the house.
“Ransom, wait for me!” Angelica (?) whines, struggling to walk in the dirt with the heels she’s wearing. 
Ransom rolls his eyes and simply stands still, looking at her over his shoulder and tapping a foot impatiently. When she finally reaches him she clings onto his arm, it’s unpleasant, but he has to act like it isn’t to sell his lie.
The first person they run into as they walk in is Marta, who is likely trying to get away from his family. Her large brown eyes widen when she sees the girl on his side, but she manages to smile politely at them as she heads upstairs, as if looking for something.
He feels a smirk pulling his lips, if the most reserved person in this house couldn’t help to react, he’s looking forward to the rest.
“Who is she?” Blondie asks, as he walks her inside the house.
“Doesn’t matter.” He simply says.
His face finishes lighting up when he spots most of the family gathered in the living room, where tables with food are set. “Good afternoon,” he greets loudly, making sure everyone hears.
Sure enough, the chatter among them stops, as they turn to look at him. Linda’s smile at hearing her son’s voice falters and immediately turns into a scowl when she sees Rebecca (maybe?).
“Afternoon,” he hears Joni say, her tone already teasing. “Who is this, Ransom?” She asks, standing up to greet the stranger.
“Oh, I’m Becca.” Close enough. “Ran’s girlfriend.” Both women shake hands, and kiss each other's cheeks loudly.
“Girlfriend?” Linda exclaims from her seat, her knuckles white from how hard she’s gripping the glass in her hand. 
“Since when?” His dad asks, half a piece of quiche in hand, sitting right next to her. 
“Does it matter? She looks lovely!” Joni says before Ransom can remember when this lie began. Her tone is similar to that she uses when she’s pretending to be supportive, he knows it. 
She’s enjoying this, way too much, already linking her arm with the girl and inviting her to sit on the couch with her, excited to squeeze every detail out of her. He let’s her go, rejoicing in the way she no longer has her bony arms around him. He really doesn’t care what she says to Joni or anyone else, he never does.
At the corner of the room he spots Harlan and (Y/N), staring at him with stoic looks on their faces. She looks beautiful, leaning on the loveseat next to his grandfather’s favorite one, resting her head on one hand, arm propped over the armrest, and the other one holding a glass of wine. She’s wearing a suit, similar to the ones his mother wears but not as flashy. The colors of her blazer are muted, her shirt a plain white, and black slacks. 
Still she stands out amongst everyone. At least to him.
Harlan and her share a quick glance before going back to meet his eye. He raises his brows, as if silently asking ‘can I help you?’ to them, but neither react as they turn to each other and carry on with their conversation. It kind of bothers him.
This may be a long night.
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“Are these made with, like, actual cheese?” Becca asks no one in particular, examining the long table full of food and appetizers.
Ransom sits away from her, simply watching how she takes pieces of food and then discards them after having a taste. She hasn’t eaten a full portion of anything since they arrived, claiming if she does her dress might rip from the sides.
This plan backfired on him, a couple minutes after introductions, Joni’s impromptu interview, and the girl flashing way too much skin to every person single at the house, everybody decided to ignore her and carry on with their night as normal. Her presence is so unimportant even his mother has engaged in conversation with (Y/N) more than once to keep herself occupied.
Hell, even the public announcement of (Y/N)’s promotion as Harlan’s personal supervisor within Blood like Wine went without much trouble, given his date decided to start jumping and clapping in response. Everyone was so annoyed they simply congratulated her loudly and quickly dispersed to engage in private conversations with one another.
So now he’s sulking, pursing his lips and frowning deeply as he wonders what went wrong with this.
Yes, everyone dislikes her. Yet not one person has bothered to make a big deal out of it like he was hoping they would, nor to ask him about their supposed relationship. Aside from Meg, who simply walked by to ask “How much is she charging you?”
But not even her stuck long enough for him to pick up a fight.
He lets out a heavy, melodramatic sigh, silently thankful the blonde girl is too focused on her conversation with Joni about non-GMO’s and whatever-else-non’s to notice it. Some of the people already left the party, mostly the cooks and servers, along with Meg who left for some other party full of feminists, presumably. Only his family is left.
“What is it now, Ransom?” His grandfather’s deep voice startles him for a moment, and stares at him silently waiting for a response. 
The old man takes a seat next to him, a grin of his face that’s slightly annoying. He’s enjoying himself, yet Ransom has no idea why.
“Very interesting companion you brought tonight,” Harlan comments, making Ransom want to start smiling, too. This may be it, the fight he’s been waiting for. “Are you going anywhere after this?” 
That isn’t what he was thinking he’d ask, but he checks his clock, is close to 11, still too early to go to the club.
“Maybe, what’s it to you?” He’s on edge, wondering which buttons he must press in order to get what he wants tonight.
“Just wondering. I’d like to talk to you before you leave. Privately, if you don’t mind. Just find me when you decide to go.”
And with that, he leaves as quick as he came. Leaving a very confused Ransom staring at him until he loses him in the hallway that leads to the bathroom.
Another sigh, followed by the rest of the whiskey in his glass in one shot (his tenth of the night, perhaps). No one is in the living room anymore, except for Joni and Becca, who haven’t stopped yapping since they arrived. He stands up to scan the house, find out where everyone is.
Walter is the first one he spots, out on the porch. He can see his figure through the tinted glass next to the entrance door. When he looks towards the opposite side of the hall, he sees a figure standing outside. 
It doesn’t take him long to figure out it’s (Y/N), and before he can process his own movements, he’s already opening the backdoor to step outside. A wave of cold air hits him, making him gasp and her aware of his presence.
“Ransom,” his name sounds like a melody as it falls from her lips. “Thought you already left.”
He scoffs, quickly composing himself as he walks over closer. “We haven’t talked all night yet you already want me gone? Why invite me at all then?”
She smiles, looking back to the sky above them. “I didn’t invite you, Harlan did.” Ransom bites his tongue to keep himself from laughing, he likes it when she talks back. His friends never do. 
Not that she’s his friend, but she’s not family, and no one outside of it does.
“What are you doing out here on your own?” He asks after a small moment of silence, his brain failing to come up with a better thing to say. “Too much attention for your sensible personality?”
The glare she throws at him doesn’t go unnoticed, he loves it, growing curious as to how far he can take it.
“I just needed some time alone,” she says offhandedly.
“Right, because you never are at these things. Everyone just loves talking to you, even more so after your huge promotion.”
“Yup. Don’t know if you noticed but I’m Walter’s favorite. He hasn’t left my side all night, just like when we’re at work.” The undertones of sarcasm in her voice are subtle, but he catches them, even though she’s rarely sarcastic.
It’s curious that she mentions that, about Walter following her around at work. But he brushes it off, deciding not to pay much attention to it, and instead enjoying this little banter they’re sharing.
“Don’t know about that, but my mother might be missing you right now,” he continues, trying not to laugh at his own words. “She talked to you a grand total of, what, 3 times, tonight?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m honoured, she only scowled once when I dared to engage with her monologues.” 
They look at each other, momentarily smiling in compliance.
“She fucking hates me.”
“Yeah.”
They laugh, and it’s genuine. He feels warm, like he always does whenever they’re not fighting and manages to hear her laughter. It’s rare when they get to share a moment like this, probably his own fault.
“They all do... Even your cousin with the phone glued to his hands.” All the playfulness in her voice is suddenly gone as she looks up once more, “that’s why I’m here. You know I don’t fit in with your family.” The sincerity in her voice takes him aback, it’s not often that she opens out to anyone, especially not him. “I never will.”
Ransom feels his body stiffen, mouth hanging open at her words. His brain is suddenly slow, causing him to take a moment to process the sudden change in her demeanor. “How much have you had to drink?” He teases, his deep blue eyes wandering from the sky to her, watching out for any reaction.
“What? Why?” Her brows furrow, confusion clear on her face.
“You’re getting sentimental on me, it’s kinda fucking bumming me out.”
She scoffs loudly, visibly regretting her small moment of vulnerability with him. He wants to laugh at it, but he can’t, because deep down he’s being honest. Knowing his family’s mistreatment makes her feel uncomfortable and rejected despite Harlan’s efforts to celebrate her success, does make him feel upset, and angry, at all of them. 
“Can I help you with anything? Or did you just come here to be annoying?, like you always are.” She asks, her tone laced with irritability, compared to a moment ago. She crosses her arms over her chest, trembling ever so slightly.
Ransom looks at her curiously, realizing she isn’t wearing her blazer anymore and snow is starting to fall, snowflakes accumulating on the top of her head and her long lashes. He rolls his eyes as he removes his coat, and throws it her way.
“I’m bored,” he simply says.
The woman inspects the coat cautiously, evidently taken aback by Ransom’s action. But instead of questioning it, she accepts it, and places the coat over her shoulders. It’s too big for her, he tries not to smile, wondering if it’s going to end up smelling like her perfume when she gives it back to him.
“What about Becca?” The question is quiet, as if she didn’t want him to hear it, but he did.
“What about her?” He raises a single brow at her query, a shit eating grin already pulling his lips. “She’s fucking hot, right? You like her?”
He’s unprepared for the hearty laugh that leaves her chest, as she clutches the coat closer to her body. It makes his chest tighten, but feels annoyance seeping in, as it becomes evident she’s apparently laughing at him.
“Do you?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” It comes out too defensive for his own liking, perhaps he’s had too much to drink too.
“She’s been calling herself ugly and fat all night long waiting for you to say something, or even hold her hand. Yet here you are, bothering me instead.” She snaps, and Ransom can’t figure out why. First he felt like she avoided him all night, and now she’s upset? About him bringing a date to the party. 
“I don’t see what that has to do with anything. You know I’m not that kind of man.” He says defensively, not getting why he’s excusing himself to her. He doesn’t owe her any explanations.
“God. You really think I don’t know why you brought her, Ransom?” She’s looking at him straight in the eye. Her eyes are mesmerizing, their color so enthralling they make him feel dumb.
He stands quietly, holding her gaze as his brain tries to keep up with how strange she’s behaving that night. Ransom is at a loss for words, confused as to how his night ended up here.
“Because… she’s my girlfriend,” he finally manages to say.
“Right, of course.” Another laugh from her, this time it’s bitter. His head starts spinning as she removes his coat and pushes it into his chest, too harshly for his liking. 
“What the fuck is your problem?” He asks, following close as she tries to head back inside the house. He steps in front of the door as quickly as he can, his large frame keeping her from reaching the doorknob.
“You are, Ransom. You’re such a fucking immature asshole, you can't even be nice to the people that you supposedly like.”
“I don’t like you.” He spits the words straight to her flushed face. He’s lying, but he hasn’t been able to accept his feelings for her, and he sure as hell isn’t going to in the middle of a fight.
“Then why did you kiss me?!”
There it is, what he’s been waiting for her to mention for weeks. 
About a month ago a dinner with Harlan had dragged on for too long, he got way too drunk and she was working late, so his grandfather asked her to make sure he arrived home safely.
He could stand up and walk, so she just drove him and helped open his front door. When she announced she was leaving, he couldn’t help himself, and carefully grabbed her face to place a kiss on her lips. But the next Monday when she visited Harlan to drop some manuscripts she didn’t mention it at all. For days, Ransom wondered if he’d dreamed about it.
When he was sure it hadn’t been a dream, he heard she was working close with the squirm at Blood like Wine who kept asking her out on dates, according to Fran (who somehow knew all the gossip going at the company without her even working there).
It pissed him off, knowing the girl he’s had an eye on since they met had turned him down to date someone else.
“I was drunk. It didn’t mean a thing,” he finally finds his words after a short circuit inside his mind.
“Clearly,” she matches how loud his voice suddenly is, still trying her hardest to move him away from the door.
“I don’t get why you’re so fucking pissed, aren’t you dating that idiot Michael?” He manages to keep her in one spot, holding her tightly by the arms, yet careful not to hurt her.
She immediately pauses to throw him a look, visibly appalled by his question. “I’m not dating anyone, idiot. Especially not fucking Michael.”
“Then why didn’t you mention it before?” He questions, desperate to understand her reasoning. “You don’t get to be this angry after you were the first one to act like nothing happened.”
“I get to be as angry as I fucking want, Ransom!” She’s getting tired from trying to get away from him, his large hands are holding her in place, just where he wants her. “And how could you expect anyone to take anything you do seriously?”
“Then why are you doing so right now?” He smirks, equally amused and irritated.
“Because it meant something to me–”
Whatever else she was going to say is interrupted by Ransom’s lips meeting hers, as he brings her body closer to him. He hears her gasp against his lips, and feels how she tries to push him away, but he doesn’t bulge.
He brushes his tongue over her lips and relishes in the way her body goes limp in his arms. Once she stops fighting him, one of his hands circle around her waist, while the other one slithers behind her neck, his thumb brushing her cheek tenderly. Ransom bites her lower lip softly, causing her to open her mouth for their tongues to meet. Her hands travel from his chest to his shoulders, where she grips his sweater tightly.
After what feels like an hour, they finally split, gasping for air. He feels dizzy, wondering if it’s the alcohol or the kiss they shared. He opens his eyes to find hers still closed, her chest raising quickly yet rhythmically.
“Are you drunk right now?” She asks quietly, licking her lips as she slowly opens her eyes, but keeps her sight focused on the loose strands of his sweater in the middle of his chest.
“No.” Ransom quickly replies, confidence coming back to him as he watches her grow flustered. He dips in to give her another quick kiss, which causes her to finally look at him.
“Then, why–”
“Because I wanted to.”
She clenches her jaw, and finally pushes him away, making some distance between them. “You can’t just take what you want from me,” the words leave her chest with a shaky sigh.
He chuckles, biting his lip as he watches her shy away, trying to compose herself. “That’s not what I meant,” she looks at him confused. “I want you.”
The door hits his back before any of them can say anything else, and he moves away for Becca to stand at the entrance, followed by Joni. 
“Ransom, what’s going on?” She asks loudly, staring at them curiously. A quick glance inside the house and they both can see everyone is peeking through the hall, including Harlan. “We heard screaming and then… we didn’t.”
“None of your fucking business,” he spats, annoyed they’ve been interrupted.
“Ransom, that’s no way to talk to your girlfriend.” Joni chirps, disapproving of his attitude towards the girl.
“Bite me, Joni. This has nothing to do with you either, with any of you.” Ransom says, loud enough for the rest of his family to hear.
“Are you ok, dear?” She ignores him, directing her question towards (Y/N).
(Y/N) blinks twice, as if Joni had talked to her in another language, and quickly nods. “Yeah, I’m going home,” she croaks, finally walking past Ransom and inside the house to pick up her belongings. 
He can’t help but follow behind, ignoring everyone’s glances upon them and Joni screaming about why she’s going to leave her own party.
“Sweetheart, are you ok?” Harlan asks before she can head out the door, holding her in place with a delicate hand over her shoulder.
“Yes,” she smiles sweetly at him, every trace of her fight with Ransom disappearing from her features. “I’ll see you Monday, ok?”
It’s evident Harlan knows she’s not alright, and that whatever Ransom said or did affected her more than she will admit. Ransom knows he absolutely won't put her on the spot in the middle of what was supposed to be her night.
She opens the door and stands under the threshold, taking a deep breath of the cold autumn air. “Next time you bring a girlfriend, make sure you at least know how to pretend to like her,” her words are like a punch but he does his best to seem unbothered as she walks away.
Everyone at the house starts murmuring, he swears he hears Fran giggling, probably high as shit.
“Ransom, what does she mean by that?” Becca asks, pouting ridiculously and on the verge of tears.
“Nothing. I’ll drive you to your house,” he quickly says, putting on his coat and trying not to take a deep breath of its new scent.
“But what about the club–”
“I said I’ll take you home.” His tone is unnecessarily harsh, but he’s tired and angry, wanting nothing else but to get home and drink himself into oblivion for being such an idiot. “Can we talk tomorrow?” He asks his grandfather, a look of defeat painted over his features.
Harlan glares at him, disappointment seeping through his pores, but he finally nods, moving to the side to let them both out. “Eight o’clock,” he demands, watching him sternly as he closes the door on them with a loud bang.
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A/N: hey y’all, sorry for the late post!! This just a little coffee shop imagine that foreverrrr to get out of my head lol. Hope y’all enjoy! p.s. there usually is a read more link but I’m on mobile so this post is just gonna be left as is until I get my hands on a laptop :)
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It was in a quaint coffee shop that Spencer had first laid his eyes on her. She was tucked into a corner, with her head low and her eyes steady. Her hands cupped a steaming coffee mug dotted with stars and hand painted constellations, as her eyes followed the wandering city-goers through the window beside her. A leather journal was splayed open before her; with a shift of her elbow, he caught a glimpse of the ragged manifestations of her thoughts.
He spotted lines and dots and creatures lining the side of her page, her sketches on the journal's edge were specific; definite. He followed along the coils and stray hairs that sprung from her high bun, the slope of her neck, the slight smile that rested upon her lips...
Spencer sighed and righted himself in his seat to face the nearly empty coffee cup before him; he had been staring, he realized. He clacked his fingers against the table as he silently hoped the splinted moment when they caught eyes hadn't been as noticeable as he felt it was.
A name was then shouted in the background, and through the bustle of the cafe he heard the soft kick of someones hasty steps. He'd held his breath as he ran through the incredibly slim chances that it might be that stranger from across the room, a slight knot curling in his stomach as he had no idea what to say to this woman if she decided to confront him. When he felt a tap on his shoulder, his face shriveled into a grimace before he fixed himself to face this stranger, his eyes soft and apologetic.
"I think this might be yours," a mild voice floated to his ears, "They handed me the wrong drink, then just gestured over here so..."
"Oh," he responded, surprised, before reaching to take the cup from her hands and nodding in thanks, which she waved away with an awkward smile resting on her lips.
"I also noticed you staring earlier," the beginnings of an apology began to push against his lips before she continued on, "Which normally would throw me off but, you're kind of cute, so I thought I'd just...invite you to sit with me for a while."
His brows shot up in surprise before he composed himself and checked his watch, thankful that he still had about half an hour before his lecture, "Sure," he responded as he began to gather his things.
"Alright," she sighed, donning an accomplished smile before she turned on her heel and crossed the room to return to her seat, nerves now beginning to fester in her core as she absently scanned over her notes to distract herself from the growing pit in her stomach.
‘what on Earth was I thinking?' she thought to herself before she stifled her thoughts as Spencer set his things along the back of the chair and sunk into his seat. He flashed her a courteous smile once their eyes met.
"I have to admit," he started, "I'm a little surprised that you'd invite me over here after you caught me staring."
“You know, I'm surprised myself," she admitted with a small chuckle, "I don't usually do things like this, but something about you caught my attention," She paused as her gaze flicked to his hands playing at his sleeves, he was fixing the watch to peek out of his tweed jacket, "do you have somewhere to be?" she asked.
“I have a, uh, lecture in half an hour," he responded, his voice stern and yielding against her open ears.
"You're a teacher?" she asked, brow raised in intrigue, to which he nodded with a shrug, "That explains so much about you."
"It does?" he asked, his head lightly cocked to the side.
"Mhm," she hummed, taking a sip from her mug, "You seem like the scholarly type." His eyes flicked to the side as he digested her oddly forward answer, "What's your name?"
"Spencer," he said before he quirked his brow to silently request for her own.
"(y/n)," her gaze wide and inviting, before she set her mug down with a soft clink, and rested her chin onto her hand, "So tell me about yourself, Spencer, there has to be more to you than teaching."
"I only teach lectures occasionally," Spencer flitted his eyes to the table, her unwavering attention slightly overwhelming, yet warm enough to keep his own tethered between them, "majority of the time, I work in the behavioral sciences unit, in the FBI."
Surprise and intrigue flashed across her features as she raised her mug to hide her gleaming smile, "Behavioral sciences unit, huh? So you study people?"
"That's actually a misconception," he began, "we investigate federal crimes through a behavioral lens. The creation of this department is actually a pretty interesting story," She nodded for him to go on, and as he spoke, (y/n) followed his hands as they fluttered about, "When it was first established, most of the general public didn't believe that serial killers could've had the capacity for compassion in their early lives."
"Well, in their defense, it's pretty hard to see someone as a compassionate human being after you've been a direct witness to the families that they tore apart," (y/n) responded, frankly, "So, what changed their minds?"
"The profiles started working," he said matter of factually.
(y/n) just nodded, a simple frown on her face as she digested his information, "It must've taken years for a turn around like that," she lowered her mug, "I can only imagine how hard it must've been to get that department off of the ground."
Spencer scoffed, "Yea, not many people liked to change their minds back then," he responded, accents of jest and spite dancing along his words, "So, uh, what do you do?"
"I'm an author," she responded, pride flashing across her features before melting into rested humility.
Spencer's eyes flashed before his tongue dashed across his lips, he could only imagine the worlds hidden away in her mind, "How long have you been writing?"
"Oh, I've been writing for years, and it was a challenge to find a way to get paid for it," she responded, dismissive yet firm with her voice, "nobody believed me when I said that I was going to open up the world through my words; make it seem more inviting and colorful than it's turned out to be."
He watched a storm roll across her gaze as she followed her rippled reflection in her mug, her finger lightly playing at the rim. "I know I probably just sound like every other starving artist out there," she chuckled, "but I've dreamt this big since I was a kid, so a couple of naysayers aren't going to stop me from doing what I love."
Spencer nodded, "I know how hard it is to be doubted by the people who are supposed to support you," an empathetic smile flickered across his lips, "it took my mother years to accept my career path."
"Oh, yea?" she asked, "I had no idea you could meet so much resistance in becoming an FBI agent."
Spencer chuckled, bashful, "Most of the resistance came from how young I was. The other training agents were nearly ten years older than me when I started."
(y/n) startled a bit, "Ten years? How young were you when you started working for the FBI?"
"Twenty two." He answered simply, and upon realizing her blase response, he quickly followed up with, "Most agents join the FBI in their mid-thirties."
"Oh, I see I have a genius on my hands," she jested, "somehow, that doesn't surprise me." She muttered wistfully, her hands interlocked under her chin. "The jacket, the hair, the wide intelligent eyes; you have scholar written all over you."
"You could tell that just from what I was wearing?" He asked, a mild wonder tinting his words.
"Mhm, writers study people too," she responded nonchalantly, "passers by present so many details of who they are on the surface."
He spared himself a glance as her eyes turned to the bustling city goers, drinking her in as much as he could. The white sheen of the snow covered sidewalks bounced off of her skin; she seemed to steep in the weak winter sun. He followed how her shoulders rose and fell with a wistful breath before she darted her gaze back down to her journal, her fingers caressing the page as kindly as the breeze that spins autumn leaves.
"That's how I make sense of the world," she started, "those little characteristics that no one pays any mind to make the world so bright for me, and I want to share that perspective with as many people as I possibly can."
Spencer felt the apples of his cheeks grow warm as he gathered the earnest hope held in her eyes while she cradled the page between her finger tips. Her drive to share her craft ran so deep; she was so open and honest.
Before he could get another word out, his watch beeped, drawing both of their gazes to his wrist; their half hour was up. The rising excitement in his chest deflated as he began to tuck his watch back into its place, “I hate to cut this short, but I have to go.” He said, apologetically, “When can I see you again?”
"I'm not going anywhere any time soon." An easy grin spread across her lips as she scanned her frenzied notes, “I like to come to this corner of the coffee shop whenever I have writer's block, and I usually don’t leave until I have a decent story on my hands."
Spencer's lips quirked up to a grin that matched hers, before he nodded and stood to gather his things.
"On the off chance that I do leave before you’re done lecturing," she started, grabbing a napkin and scrawling something across it, "Here's my number. I would love to see you again."
His grin widened as he took the napkin and pocketed it before gathering the rest of his things, “I’m glad you invited me over here,” he said bashfully with his hand gripping his satchel’s strap.
“I am too.” (y/n) responded, her hands cupping her mug once more, while she smiled softly, “now go before you’re late.”
With a curt nod and a gentle wave, Spencer turned on his heel, and made his way to the coffee shop doors, a slight bounce in his stride as he let his mind travel mere hours ahead of him when he could see (y/n) again. Her and her idiosyncrasies drew him in, and he could not wait to figure her out.
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Teenage Fantasy
Pairing: Henry Cavill x F!Reader
Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW guys! Henry Cavill being a flirt
Summary: Your day couldn’t get any worse. Your plane was late, baggage lost, your phone dead and you get lost. But thankfully a hot stranger decides to help you out and make the night of this awful day a little bit better.
A/N: I am slowly coming back from my writer’s block so please be patient with me. @idjitmonkey​ I thought you make like it :) Comments and reblogs always welcomed. Please do not use my work without my concent!
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You exhaled heavily and looked at your phone, coursing your law battery. You have been trying to find your hotel but it seems you got lost. Like really lost, and you weren’t sure if it was due to your lack of road finding or just the mere fact that the universe just seem to hate you today.
The whole day seemed to be awful. Firstly your plane was late, then you lost your baggage, which was thankfully found, and now you lost yourself. How fun! All you wanted was just to sit down and cry. It was cold, windy and all you wanted was a nice beer some onion rings or wings and the bed. 
Of course, you could ask someone for directions, but well of course no one seemed to be around. Now when you really needed someone. Like its London, for crying out loud, how is that possible there was no one around. 
Oh! And let’s not forget about your battery completely and utterly dead in your phone. Yes. The Universe definitely hates you. 
You had two options just keep on walking, hoping to find a bar or something and ask for help, or come back the same way you came, and well… yeah… hope for the best. 
“You look lost!” You squealed and jumped hearing a low voice behind you. Dropping your backpack you turned around meeting the eyes of the stranger. “Forgive me! Did not want to scare you”, he chuckled and lifted your bag from the snowy sidewalk. “You seem to be staring at your dead phone for a long time, so I thought I’d come and maybe help?” You quietly thanked the man and took your bag. You gave him the piece of paper with the address of the hotel and sighed. 
“I haven’t noticed my battery was dying before like 5 minutes ago, and well I don’t really have a map and it’s cold and…” You sighed and dropped your head completely defeated. 
“This is London for you!” He chuckled, looking around. “Have you tried to ask people around?” You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms around your chest. 
“Oh, why haven’t I thought about it. Oh, but wait!” You turned around in a circle, your hands spread. “No people around! I’m not an idiot, you know?!” He frowned and raised his brow. 
“Sorry, that was a stupid question.” He awkwardly shrugged, biting his lips in a cute boyish way.
"No. You have been nothing but a star. I'm sorry I'm being emotional." You took a deep breath to relax.. "It's been a shitty day really and getting lost in a city I have never been before is a great way to end it." He frowned and smiled softly. "I'm sorry, you're so nice helping me out and here I am acting like a spoiled brat!"
"It's fine, really. How about we'll go have a beer and then I'll call you a cab?" You opened your mouth to say yes, but then you reminded yourself that you don't know that man at all. But on the other hand you really needed that beer. Or two, eventually five. 
"Promise me you won't kidnap me and slit my throat?" There was a pause and then a booming laugh, which made you laugh as well. 
"Yeah, this coat was pretty expensive and blood is hard to clean. You're safe!" He send you a wink, going the other way, what you assumed to the pub. 
"I would tell you a good way to get rid of it, but I'll wait till we’re in a public place." He laughed again and you followed this strange, nice man. Oh and not to mention. Incredibly hot man! Well, you only live once, right?
**
"Oh gosh he's adorable!" You squealed gazing at the picture of the 'stranger's dog on his phone. You both went into the pub which was ironically close to where you were. You were able to charge your phone, that gave Henry, as he introduced himself, a possibility to buy you a drink. You ordered a beer, some onion rings and now you were on your second bowl and glass and the topic of your conversation turned into animals. On how you'd love to adopt a dog but your landlord is a dick and doesn't let you. And he told you about his best friend Kal and was showing you some photos and videos of him. 
"He's the best dog ever!" He smiled softly seeing your hyped expression whenever you were seeing another and another of the pictures. 
"Oh I bet he is!" You exclaimed happily, chuckling at the video of Kal and Henry playing around. You gave him back the phone when you noticed some personal pictures of his without Kal. He frowned and looked down, and could help but smile softly at your will to keep his personal life just his. "Oh I hope if I move I will be able to get one of those." You took a sip of your beer and sigh. "My dad hated dogs so we never got one. But now I wish my next landlord will not be such a… well…" 
"Dick?" You laughed and nodded. "So what brings you to London?" 
"Job interview actually. I got a job offer at the university as a second world war lecturer." He raised his brow and you smirked. "What? I don't look smart enough to be a lecturer?"
"Well, your road  reading skills didn't give a great first hand impression", you slapped him playfully in the shoulder and laughed. "I'm joking. You just look too young to be a professor." 
"Oh so you go from insults to flirting?" You bit your lip, giving him a playful stare. He widened his eyes and smirked at you, finishing his Guineas. He pointed at your almost empty glass and you nodded. Your job interview wasn't until 4 PM so you could get a little drink. And well who says you can't get flirty with a very handsome stranger, who also seems to be intelligent, charming and funny? "Thank you", you smiled at the waiter who brought another beer for you. 
"My trainer will kill me if I get another bowl of those rings" he sighed, visibly wanting another one. You chuckled and ordered another one, sending a flirty wink his way. "If you'll hear news of death on the gym, know it's your fault!" You bit your lip chuckling. 
"Life is too short to say no to a good beer and onion rings!" He raised his brow and shook his head in disbelief. 
"You're one of a kind, Y/N", you liked the way your name sounded from his lips. It shoot a jilt down your spine. The nice and very sinful one. The one you should not be feeling towards a stranger that you met just two hours ago. 
"Oh I'm missing the insult this time" he opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't as he laughed again. "But do tell me, Henry," you whispered his name in the same way he said yours. "Why am I one of a kind?" 
"Most women I meet are too focused on the aspect of a perfect body to eat whatever they want. And here you are, eating a third bowl of onion rings and enjoying yet another glass of beer. If you tell me you watch soccer I will have to marry you!" 
"Well get a ring then, because I do enjoy some sport in my life, including football", he rolled his eyes the way you corrected him in terms of the soccer term. "And did you just call me fat for not caring of my body?" His eyes widened and he made the most adorable impression of a fish. You put the most serious expression for as long as you could, which was about 10 seconds, before you burst into a fit of laughter. 
"You scared the shit out of me!" 
"That was fucking precious!" Boldly you put a hand on his, oh God, big thigh. "Relax, I know I don't have a body of a supermodel.  But hey, I do enjoy my life too much to be a masochist." He watched you in amusement when you tried to contain your laughter. "Plus", you licked your lip seductively, enjoying the way his Adam's apple uncontrollably bulged. "What's a woman without some curves, right?" Henry swallowed harder and his eyes lowered to your hand on his thigh. You weren't normally so bald but there was something about this man that made you less shy and more flirty than you normally were with guys. 
"You truly are perfect Y/N", he whispered in you ear making you blush just a little bit. Trying to blame it on the amount of alcohol, rather than the nice sensation of his breath on your neck. "Really one of a kind!" Your everyday you would probably scream at you for not stopping his hand that started to venture from your knee to your thigh. But today you had an awfully long day and every girl needed a good one night stand once in a while. And something told you that the man in front of you, knew how to make that awful day into a much better night. 
"I think I'd like some whisky…" he pulled away and smiled softly. You were sure you heard him whisper 'fucking perfect' before straightening. 
"I do have some of it back in my apartment" your heart skipped a bit. How was it possible that this perfect, incredibly handsome man wanted you? No. You wouldn't let your anxiety kill tonight. With no words you unplugged your phone and put it back into your bag. You took your purse out and asked for a receipt feeling Henry's eyes on you. "Y/N, listen if I read the situation wrongly…"
"We need to pay before we leave right?" You sent him a wink and noticed how he exhaled deeply. 
"In that occasion, there is no fucking way I'll let you pay. Don't fight me on it!" You left a quick peck on his lips, thanking him quietly, before standing up and putting a coat on. You chuckled hearing his hitched breath and quiet 'fuck' under his nose. 
**
You were standing in the middle of the living room gazing around his 'flat', as he was so kind to call it. It was huge. Your last flat could fit in that living room and that made you swallow hard. Just as you were about to say something you heard scratching on the floor and as you turned around to see what that was, a ball of fur jumped at you, making you land on your ass. A booming laugh escaped your lips, feeling a wet tongue traveling through your face. 
"Fuck, Kal get away!" You opened your eyes to see Henry standing above you, holding the dog by his collar. "I'm so sorry. I forgot to close the doors to his room when I left… are you ok?" He pulled you up but you only shook your head and kneaded in front of the dog. 
"Are you kidding me? This is the best way anyone has ever welcomed me", you started to pet Kal, smiling and giggling at his happy expression. "Aren't you the cutest? Yes… yes you are!!" You didn't care that you sounded mental. Dogs were the most amazing animals and if someone didn't like the fact well they don't have to be in your life. 
"Here!" You looked up seeing two glasses of Scotch in Henry's hand and you got up on your feet thanking him quietly. "Normally the girls don't give him that much attention," he smiled at you and looked down at you lips. You raised your brow and took a step closer, completely ignoring the personal space. 
"Oh, is someone jealous?" Your free hand landed on his chest, admiring how hard it was. Was this man fucking perfect? Now you really wanted to see him naked. 
"What if I am?" His husky, lowered voice made you involuntary close your thighs. You looked up into his darkened eyes. Your hand moving down, slowly. Until it stopped at his belt and without a word you lowered it a bit more and gripped where his, what you assumed and hoped, impressive cock was. You smiled when he groaned quietly at your action. With one sip he drunk all his whisky and closed his eyes when you started to unbutton his belt and Jeans. You followed his lead and finished the drink, handling the empty glass to him. He raised his brow, ready to ask, but shut his mouth, when you kneeled in front of him opening his trousers. Looking up you lowered his boxers, and couldn't help but lick your lips seeing him already semi-erect. Fuck he was so beautiful! He was big, but not too big, but what was more impressive was his girth. Oh yeah, you are going to have fun with the man. You smirked at him and not breaking the eye contact you licked the top of his penis, going from up to the base like a kitten enjoying the best of snacks.
"Holy fuck!" He growled when you swallowed him as slowly as possible, bobbing your head up and down, enjoying the sounds living his mouth. You closed your eyes and swirled you tongue around his clock, drinking up the precum that appeared on the top. "Fuck, sweetheart, baby you gotta stop!" He pulled you away and you looked up at his flashed face, smirking in the most flirty way. Yo stood up and smiled widely, when he pulled you close to him. "You are fucking amazing. Jesus I haven't felt that good in a while, but", you screamed when he took you over his shoulders and started walking to his bed. You giggled when he softly threw you on the bed and laid down towering over you. "Now sweetheart I will make sure you will forget about this awful day you had." You looked up and whined seeing him undressing himself. This man was perfection, and you weren't sure which God you were supposed to thank for this, but yes, for some bizarre reason you got lucky today. His sculpture body was something you only seen on the covers of magazines and not to mention that chest hair. Fuck. Yeah ok, you may have a weird kink for men with chest hair, but who wouldn't seeing the man in front of you? 
"You see something you like?" He hovered over you, planting his hands on both sides of your head. It was just now you noticed how beautiful his eyes were. Darkened by the lust they still held the beautiful blueness in them.
"You have this adorable patch of brown in the top of your left eye." He stilled and raised his brow in amusement. He leaned and captured your lips with his. 
"No one has ever described it as adorable before", he chuckled and you smiled shyly, embarrassed one of a sudden. 
"I like being your first", you sassed winking at him. And it was then when he lost it. He leaned down and covered his face in the crook of your neck laughing. You joined seconds later. It was the first time for you to have so much fun during sex. Even when you were in a relationship sex was always serious and not always something you practically enjoyed. But at this moment you were both excited and amused. 
"I'm so fucking happy I decided to take a walk tonight", you moaned when his lips attached themselves on the sensitive spot on your neck. You could feel a smirk on his lips, proud of himself for the sounds you were making. "You really are one of a kind", you jumped a little when he bit you under the ear, smirking at you. Oh this will definitely leave a mark. 
"I'll get you back for that!"  You hissed playfully. He shook his head and you raised a brow in question.
"I don't even want to know media's reaction if someone noticed a hickey on me!" This made you freeze and you pulled yourself on your arm to a sitting position. Confusion written on your face. 
"What do you mean?" You asked, hoping he was making some weird ass joke. At the same time trying to put his face to anyone you know. He sat down opposite you with the same confusion on his face. 
"You really have no fucking clue who I am right?" A sly smirked appeared on his handsome face. 
"You're scaring me now! Please tell me I'm not about to fuck some politician…" he widened his eyes and then laughed so hard that the tears appeared in his eyes. 
"I think I should blame myself for that. Haven't introduced myself properly. Henry Cavill." He extended his hand playfully and you frowned. You did recognise that name from somewhere. He grinned when your eyes widened. 
"Fuck! You’re the Witcher!" It was his turn to look surprised. He was expecting Superman. "Hallelujah. I'm about to fuck my teenage fantasy!" You leaned in and kissed him hard, turning him around and pushing on the bed, sitting on his hips. Enjoying the bulge you were feeling beneath you. 
"Your teenage fantasy?" He asked, putting his large hands on your hips, apparently enjoying his new position. You took a deep, happy breath when his hands started to move up your thighs. You stood up and undressed yourself. You sat back and captured his lips, your hands on his chest, admiring the Adonis under you. 
"I was a geeky kid. My nose was always stuck in books, mostly fantasies. My grandma is Polish and she once gave me Sapkowski's books and well let's say that you should not put a 16 years old horny teenager alone with a book about a broody, strong man, that wields his sword better than anyone else." You kissed his chest, shamefully nipping at his nipple, making his hip raise and a hiss leave his lips. 
"Don't tell me you got yourself laid with the Witcher!!" He couldn't control the laugh and looked up smirking, seductively licking your lips. 
"Not to the book itself but to the fantasies that my brain made." He shook his head in amusement. "But now that I actually have a really Geralt, let me tell you, kind sir, I will use that opportunity to the maximum." Your tongue traveled through his abdomen and kissed him right above his throbbing cock. 
You squealed when he turned, once again towering over you. The blue in his eyes was gone. Oh God, you will get properly fucked. And you couldn't wait for it. 
"You are a teaser, you know that?" You moaned when he bit on your sensitive nipple. "Don't want to destroy you fantasy, but I will be the one fucking you brainless, not Geralt", you sobbed when he pushed a finger inside your wet pussy. "Fuck you're tight! Yes baby, I will fuck you till you'll see the stars!" Another and another finger pushed inside you, twirling in a way that it touched this special place and you screamed his name. "Yes, sweety, that's right. I'll be your new fantasy!" 
"Henry I'm… fuck Henry… please don't stop!" He increased his pace and you moaned almost pornograpically, when the knot broke and you came like you never came before. 
"If that's what I can do with just fingers imagine how you're gonna feel when I'm finally inside of you." He smiled and kissed you softly on your lips. Your hands and legs circled him, getting him as close as possible. 
"Condom?" Your voice raspy and low almost as not yours. You could not believe he was able to bring you to that state with just his fingers. how are you supposed to find a man better than him? No, now was not a place nor time to think about that. "Give me that" you took the foil from him and opened it with your teeth. You pushed him off you and strangled him once again, sitting between his thighs. You looked up and smirked, putting a condom on his cock and with no words you lowered your mouth on him, putting the protection perfectly.
"Fuck!" He moaned when your lips left his cock. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen!" You chuckled and slowly positioned yourself on him.
"Can I ride you, Henry?" you felt his cock twitch at your words and you couldn't help but giggle. 
"You little minx… you'll pay for that" he joked and pushed inside of you with one harsh push. You screamed and fell on his chest to muffle the sound. "Fuck baby you're really tight…" he stopped and there was fear in his eyes. "Fuck please tell me…"
"Jesus no!" You laughed and kissed him softly. "It's just been a while. 2 years if I'm being precise." 
"I'm sorry." He whispered kissing your shoulders softly, apologetically. "I didn't want to hurt you. I'll go slow." You shook your head and moved up only to lay back down. 
"I'm not a glass doll, Henry. I won't break. You're just bigger than anyone I had and I needed to get used to it. Plus…" you straightened and smiled at him. He could swear it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. "You did promise to fuck me brainless!" There was nothing more you had to say. His hips moved in synchrony with your, pounding at you sensensly. It stunk for a bit but the pleasure tool from it really quickly. 
"Go on your knees. I wanna see that beautiful ass while I fuck you." You smiled and obeyed his order, enjoying his tone. Before you were able to get ready he shoved himself inside you. He squeezed your hip, for sure leaving yet another bruise on your body. But you didn't care. You felt your walls clenching second time this night. "Yes baby, come for me. Squeeze my dick!" And you once again obeyed him, feeling all the energy leaving you. You moaned when he didn't stop moving. Your sensitive pussy was still concluding from the orgasm and probably the upcoming one as well. "One more baby. Give me one more." The praise from him made you feel something you haven't felt for a while and you came, feeling something dripping down your thighs. 
"Fuck!" He whispered after coming inside the condom. He left you with a hiss and removed the foil from his softening penis.  "I don't think I have ever made a woman squirt." Out of any power in you, you fall on the pillow. You whined pathetically when he moved away. "I'm back. Come on spread for me a bit." You once again obeyed him and felt a wet towel between your folds. And you smiled and his softness. 
"I really, really like being your first" you whispered when he came back and laid down, inviting you to use his chest as a pillow. The soft movement of his chest put you to sleep before you even noticed. 
**
You looked at your vibrating phone and couldn't help but beam in happiness. When you woke up, Henry was still asleep. You knew it was just a one night stand, so to avoid awkwardness you decided to leave earlier. You did, however, felt compelled to leave a letter. You told him how much you enjoyed the night and how the media will never find out about it. And also you left him you number. In case he wanted to call. You wrote him that you didn't expect anything from him but you were open to see each other again. 
You really didn't expect anything. So that little text just made your day even better. 
'How was the interview?' H.C. 
'I will be staying in London for a bit longer', you answered, happy both about the text and your next job. 
'I know some good places to eat if you're not too tired.'
Your heart skipped a bit and you beamed at the prospect of spending some time with him. 
'How about we order pizza and watch Netflix at yours?'
'Netflix and chill? Yeah I'm in. I'll see you in a bit, baby!'  
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Kind Stranger|Part 3|GBD
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Trigger Warning: quarantine talk
Tags: @evergreendolan​ @someonetogray​ @vintagedolan​ @prettyboydolan @dolansficsandpics @graysavant @baby-turtles A fresh New Jersey breeze moved through Grayson’s hair: a metal folding chair dug into his thighs. He sipped from a diet root beer while his sister, Cameron, told him, Ethan, and their mother about her post-college job search. The twins offered Cameron a job on the design team for their merch line and Wakeheart, but Cameron declined because she wanted to forge the path for her own career. Their mother sat on the opposite side of the table, sipping a glass of iced tea. Cameron’s rant about a quarantine job search was cut off by their waitress politely interrupting to deliver four plates of pancakes. The family had decided to try outdoor, socially distant dining at a local diner to celebrate their weekend together.
Ethan raised his eyebrows at Grayson from across the table when their waitress, who had an amply plump chest, leaned down to deliver his breakfast. Grayson rolled his eyes at his brother while the waitress said a nice goodbye and walked back into the restaurant. “She’s good looking,” Ethan noted. “You already have a girlfriend Ethan,” Cameron said crossly. “Not for me!” he defended “For Grayson! The poor guy’s right hand is applying for other jobs right now.” “E!” Grayson bellowed as Cameron busted out laughing. Their mother, sensing things getting out of hand, scolded Ethan for being so brazen. “Sorry mom,” Ethan said before shoveling a fork full of pancake into his mouth. Cameron snickered beside him. “You should ask for her number,” she prodded before taking a bite of her own breakfast. “Yes, he should,” Ethan grinned at Grayson from across the table. Grayson rolled his eyes, “Don’t start this,” he shoveled a bite of food into this mouth. “It’s not a horrible idea,” his mother chimed in, awaking a triumphant look from Ethan and Cameron. “Mom,” Grayson groaned with a bite of food in his mouth. “Don’t talk with your mouthful,” she warned, “But really, what’s wrong with asking for her number? She seems like a nice girl. I wouldn’t mind you finding a girl in Jersey, it would give you a reason to come home more often.”
“Let’s face it Gray, you’re about as single as slice of dairy free cheese” “N-n-n-ooo Noo No No,” Grayson started while Cameron started nodding. She added, “You can’t deny it, you’re getting desperate” “I don’t need her number,” Grayson sulked and tried to eat his breakfast in peace. Cameron and Ethan shared a knowing look before looking back at Grayson. “You kinda do, “ Cameron started. “It’s been a while for you buddy, “ Ethan finished. Grayson couldn’t read the difference between their care and sarcasm.
Grayson drew in a harsh breath between his teeth, “Maybe I don’t need her number because I already have someone else’s.”
“Grandma Bernadette doesn’t count,” Ethan quipped. “Not her,” Grayson snapped. He broke his authoritative tone, “... I met a girl” Ethan drew back, wide-eyed he blinked at his brother while his sister and mother glanced over to him for more information. Ethan leaned forward, hunching over slightly to ask “What are you talking about?” The twins told each other everything, but Grayson had failed to inform Ethan of his morning beach friend. Grayson had intended to tell Ethan but had not gotten to it yet. Truthfully, Grayson was worried about his brother’s emotional state in the wake of this last video. Ethan was doing a good job at putting up a tough front in the face of everything being thrown at them on the internet. But ever the doting twin, Grayson knew when Ethan was disturbed.
Their close, brotherly relationship dictated that they told each other everything, which is why Ethan sat wide-eyed at the idea that his brother had some kind of a secret lover. “I met a girl,” Grayson somewhat mumbled a bit more clearly this time, both nervous and sorry that this was how Ethan was finding out. A part of Grayson wondered if it was too soon to talk about Kate out loud. Another part of Grayson knew it was too soon to talk about her in front of mother. “Who is she?” Cameron’s voice held every ounce of protective sisterhood it could. Ethan’s mouth went dry while he waited for Grayson’s answer. “Her name is Kate,” he started. What did he really know about her? “I met her at the beach where I take my morning surf. She’s nice.” He thought for a moment, realizing that he didn’t have that many details to give. She bandaged my foot? She has a limp? “She’s new to California, just moved from Philly,” he decided on before shoveling another bite of food into his mouth. Ethan’s brow furrowed. “What does she do for a living?” the trio’s heads snapped up at the question, forgetting they were having this conversation in front of their mother. “I’m not really sure,” Grayson signed, “We haven’t talked about it yet” “Have you talked at all?” Cameron peered at him from the tip of her straw, implying that this was yet another hookup that Grayson caught feelings for. “Yes, we talk a lot” Grayson quipped. A lot was subjective. “We talk every morning when I visit the beach” “What does she think of the channel?” Ethan’s voice was monotone, almost spiritless.
“I don’t think she knows about it,” Grayson shrugged. Cameron’s eyes widened as Ethan snapped, “You don’t think?” Grayson nodded, “Yeah, we haven’t talked about it. It hasn’t come up.” He continued to shovel food into his mouth, insistent that this remain a normal breakfast outing. “Hasn’t come up?” Ethan’s jaw locked. “And yet you talk every day?” His tone was accusatory, and Grayson recognized the oddity in the situation. Grayson nodded with a shrug and continued eating his pancakes. He wished that waitress would come around to politely break the tension at the table.
“When were you going to tell her about ..everything?” His mother prodded. “I’m not sure, I guess I was going to mention it whenever it came up.” Grayson answered reasonably. “Whenever it came up?” Ethan’s exasperated tone felt sharp on Grayson’s ears. “Came Up? Like your career isn’t relevant?” Ethan was started to snap.
“There is more to my life than just the internet” Grayson asserted. Cameron reached a hand across the table, on Grayson’s left hand which was gripping a butter knife with white knuckled. “How do you know she’s normal?” Cameron tried to hide her judgement but Grayson saw through the sympathy. “What do you mean?” Cameron retracted her hand and looked down before Ethan clarified, “What if she’s a stalker? Or crazy? Or just getting your number to leak it on the internet?” Grayson dropped the knife on the table with a clatter, “Because she’s not. She’s friendly and harmless.” Grayson took in a break before looking at his siblings again. Cameron sat with her lips pursed while Ethan sulked in his chair. Both of them clearly didn’t believe him, something that drove him crazy. “I’M A NORMAL GUY,” he bellowed. “And normal guys meet normal girls out in public and don’t have to worry about this. You should know E, we’ve become outcasts in LA because we don’t play into all that clout bullshit” “Grayson-“Ethan interjected. “NO! I’M  A NORMAL 20 YEAR OLD DUDE” Grayson continued, “I don’t understand why you can’t just be happy for me right now. If this is how you react when you barely know her, what happens if I want her to meet you guys one day? Or what if I want anyone to meet you guys one day? Are you going to collect their fingerprints for a criminal record?” Grayson ran a hand through his hair. He took a heavy breath before taking a sip of his diet root beer. The can was empty; he crushed it within his fist and dropped it on the table. He looked down at his mutilated pancakes, not hungry anymore. “We just want the best for you,” his mother consoled him before asking for the check. From across the table, Ethan and Cameron shared a worried look. ********************
Grayson kicked off his flannel sheets, sweating in the hot, summer New Jersey midnight air. The sound of Ethan’s shower hummed in the background. The twins had pushed their morning brawl aside, pretending like nothing had been said. He’s going to bring it up again. Grayson sighed, thinking back to breakfast. He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed at a few strands. He picked up his phone and opened his text messaged.
He stared at a blank text message. What should he say? What was there to say? Grayson rolled in bed. I told my family about you? Definitely not. My foot feels better! No feet talk. I miss you? I have yet to meet an angry rock? Is the beach lonely without me? Grayson looked up as Ethan walked out from the bathroom. Grayson closed his phone and put it on his nightstand.
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Grayson stepped out of his van and onto the tarmac of the beach parking lot. He shook his hands before shoving them in his pockets, feeling sweat start to form a thin layer against his fingers. He didn’t text her. He got her number and didn’t use it. What if she wasn’t there anymore? What if she was mad? God, why did he have to be such a loser?
Her long dark hair flowing in the wind was a sign of relief on that Monday morning in Malibu. The sky was still red and orange with the sunrise. Grayson smiled when he saw her there: she was sitting on the sand and waiting for him. Her petite figure was dark against the bright morning sky. He watched as her hair fluttered in the ocean breeze: a serene scene to greet him in the early morning. “Good Morning,” Grayson didn’t try to hide a very wide, very bright smile as he sat down beside her. “Good Morning,” she smiled back at him. “How was Jersey?”
“It was alright,” Grayson tried to think of another comment but found his memories of the weekend clouded by his tiff with Ethan at the breakfast table. Kate nodded, taking note of his meek answer. “Glad to see you didn’t get on the wrong side of a boulder,” she tried to joke, “considering you couldn’t win a fight against a pebble.” Grayson mustered a weak laugh before making a decision. If he was going to get to know her, it meant she was going to get to know him. “Wasn’t the best weekend honestly, “ he started “I got in a little fight with my brother.” “Oh,” Kate started. She looked down, unsure if she should pursue this line of conversation. When she spoke up, her voice just soft enough to be heard above the crashing waves “I’m sorry. Are you okay now though?”
Grayson gnawed at his lip for a second, looked down at the ground and then back at Kate. “Yeah,” he decided, “We live together so we kind of have to be.” “He moved to LA with you?” Kate questioned, not being able to hide the surprised tone in her voice. Grayson nodded, “Yeah, we moved together. “ He managed a soft smile to assure her that he was okay. He held himself back from giving her more details about why they moved. His knuckles found their way to his hair while  he palmed a shell in his other hand. Kate nodded softly, taking in a slow breath. She thought on where to bring the conversation, but realized she didn’t have enough information about Grayson to decide what discussion avenues were non-problematic options. She decided on “Who’s older?”
Grayson let out an audible laugh, squeezing his tongue between his teeth when he met her gaze with a smile. Kate brightened at the sight of his smile, a hint that somehow he had exited whatever brooding fog he found moments earlier. “We’re twins,” Grayson kept his smile as he spoke, letting the edges extend slightly when Kate’s eyes went a little wide.  “No way!” she exclaimed before stopping to picture two of Grayson sitting in front of her. “That’s so cool. I always wanted a twin!”
Grayson chuckled. He didn’t want to tell her, but that was everyone’s reaction when he and Ethan went out in public together. “It’s only kind of cool,” he modified before leaning back on his hands, turning to take in the sight of the shore in the morning.
Kate followed his gaze out to sea and then back again, watching him as he watched the waves. She took a breath and started toying with the hem of her shorts. “Yeah..”her voice was just above a whisper, “I can imagine why you fight sometimes”
“It’s like having another you sitting next to you all the time and you’re constantly talking over each other because you are trying to say what you want to say but the other you also wants to say it even though you thought of it first” Grayson rubbed his face with a hand while before shaking his hand and letting out a disgruntled breath. He looked up at Kate and saw her shy face, her bright smile hidden behind a pensive look. “But..” he tried to reign himself in from his previous statement , “we are the two closest humans on this Earth, I’m sure of it. And there is no one out there who wants the best for me more than him. “ Grayson felt relief when a small smile crossed Kate’s lips, meeting his eyes with a kind and gentle gaze. “He gets under my skin sometimes, but I love him” Grayson let out a breath of tension that he hadn’t realized he’s been holding. He wanted to run home. He wanted to run home and drag Ethan’s sleepy ass out of bed and hug him. He wanted to tell Ethan that he loved him and that he was sorry for springing the news about Kate on him that way. Suddenly, Grayson felt a pang of guilt for how he treated Ethan last weekend. Kate noticed Grayson’s face return to peace, understanding that he had resolved whatever inner debate she wasn’t privy to. She looked out over the horizon while she buried her toes in the sand. Grayson’s thoughts woke from his inner monologue to focus on her. He looked down, seeing where she was burying her dainty hand under the sand. He tossed his shoulders back drank her image in: the way her eyelashes framed her big brown eyes and how her small pink mouth naturally fell into a soft smile. Grayson inched closed to her, settling himself in the sand again. He took in a breath, centering himself and letting the thoughts of Ethan wash away. He looked at the girl sitting next to him, drinking her in once again. He thought of how happy he had been to see her sitting there this morning. She had waited for him. She wanted to talk to him. Grayson immediately felt like an idiot, not realizing that just the fact that she had sat down and waited for him implied that maybe he had a chance. What should he do now? Should he try to flirt with her? What do they do in the movies? Grayson shimmied his large hand over to where her small one laid on the sand and gently wrapped his pink finger over hers. Kate looked up to meet his eyes with a wide smile and Grayson felt his face become hot. “You didn’t bring your board today, “Kate pointed out, “Even though your foot is better.” Her eyes wore a mischievous look, a look that knew exactly what her words were implying. Grayson’s mouth turned into a smirk, as he let out a low, breathy chuckle. “I did,” Grayson’s voice held an air of challenge. His gaze fell on her small, pink mouth. He felt accomplished when a blush fell on her round cheeks. Grayson found himself so lost in her features that he forgot to move the conversation along further: a realization that triggered his thoughts into a spiral. What should he say? Is the silence awkward? Was she expecting more?
Kate broke their silence, “I have no plans tomorrow.” The sound of her voice put a stop to Grayson’s inner spiral. He breathed a sigh of relief before realizing what she was implying. He felt a thin layer of sweat cover his palms before Kate spoke again, “What is there to do in a semi-locked down LA?”
Grayson’s mouth went dry as his palms were soaked. “Y-yeah,” he started mindlessly, his tongue yammering on his pallet while his thoughts race. Was this a date? Was she expecting him to come along? No maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe she really just wanted a suggestion. But no, she waited for him. She waited for him this morning. She wanted to talk to him. But did she want to go on a date with him?
Grayson’s inner panic heightened when he realized how long he was taking to answer. He looks out over the ocean in an attempt to escape her big brown eyes and cute pouty lips. His heart rate remains high as he notices the waves crashing on the shore, just a few feet from where he sat. Suddenly, inspiration hit him. Ocean. Sea. Water. Fish. Aquarium.
“The aquarium is open” he bounced up as he spoke, resembling a first grader shouting out an answer in class. “Fun! Is it any good to visit?” Kate asked innocently, but her voice triggered a series of explosions in Grayson’s body. His heart pounded, while his eyes almost watered. He tried to take even breaths to calm himself, but his brain had been replaced by a spastic hamster trying to learn the electric slide. What should he do? How should he say it? Grayson nodded, “It is, but I haven’t been in years. I think the last time I went was when I first moved here.” Grayson gulped hard. He took in a large breath and tried to ignore the thick layer of sweat on his palms, “I could show you around if you want?” HE DID IT. He said it, he did it. He desperately hoped that she had been intending on taking him. He really hoped she would say yes.  A/N: Thank you for reading! As usual, let me know if you have any feedback. I’m sorry for ending on a cliffhanger but I couldn’t figure out how to transition into part 4 without it. xoxo
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