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blythsholland · 3 days
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I’ll take care of you
Pairing: Peacekeeper!Coriolanus snow x female!reader
Warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, injuries, fighting but nothing too descriptive, alcohol consumption. use of she/her pronouns.
WC: 2.2K
Summary: An injured Coriolanus arrives at your door in the middle of the night.
AN: Here it finally is. Sorry for not posting sooner. This is my last ever semester of college and I’ve been quite busy. Hope you enjoy! <3 Let’s pretend the events of part 3 of tbsosas don’t happen. Sejanus is still alive, Lucy Gray is not a mystery. Coryo actually likes his life in District 12.
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Moving to District 12 was not as bad as Coriolanus had expected it. Sure, he asked to be sent to twelve to be closer to Lucy Gray. But he did not expect to encounter you instead. You were a pure soul, the sunshine on a cloudy day. The first time he saw you, it was like love at first sight. You were only helping an older lady in the market, but he was captivated by you. Since that moment, Lucy Gray had left his mind, only being occupied by you.
Sejanus had noticed Coryo's gaze. He knew his friend was infatuated. And it certainly took a lot of convincing and courage for Coryo to talk to you.
"You should go and talk to her. I can see that lovestruck gaze from a mile away."
"I don't know Sejanus. What if I make a fool of myself in front of her?"
"Coriolanus Snow, you are the smartest guy I know. I assure you, everything will go smoothly. Now go."
And he did. He walked over towards you without an idea of what to say. Nor even how to talk to you. But he did, and he was glad Sejanus made him go. Meeting you was the start of something that would become more.
His visits to the market became frequent. He would buy stuff, but the main reason was to see you. Eventually, both of you started a small friendship, oblivious to the lingering feelings both had for each other.
“Hi Sir, what brings you in today?”
“You know I don’t like it when you call me Sir. Coryo is just fine.”
A chuckle left your lips. “I know. I am just trying to be professional. I take it you are here for those apples from last time.”
“They are delicious, what can I say?” He took a bite from an apple, giving you a wink. The blush creeping on your cheeks made him smile. “Are you free tonight? I heard The Covey are performing.”
"Why? Are you going to ask me on a date?"
"Actually, yes. I have been finding the courage to do it recently." He confessed. And it was true. You made him nervous, something he never really felt before.
“Coriolanus Snow, a peacekeeper, needing to find courage? I don’t believe you.”
“Well, when you have the most beautiful woman in front of you, it’s easy to get nervous.”
“That was smooth.” A giggle escaped you. Compliments towards you were a rare thing. But you could not lie. It made you feel something. You have been waiting for him to ask you out for a while. “I would love to go with you…” You hesitated.
“But?”
“But not tonight. I am sorry Coryo.”
You moved to help a client with their products, leaving Coriolanus there. He was confused as to why you had said no. He waited until the client left and walked to you again.
“Can I have a reason why? You seemed happy about it.”
“Believe me Coryo, I am happy. I have been waiting for you to ask me. But not tonight. My grandma has been ill for the last few days. And I need to take care of her.” You explained.
And it was true. It had been a hard few days. You had been working because you made a deal with your cousin. He agreed to take care of her only if you give him a percentage of the earnings you gained at the market. Earnings that he would get drunk on, no less. But it was something, at least.
“But you should go still! Enjoy a nice evening with Sejanus and the rest of the boys. We will have our date at another time. I promise.”
He delicately placed his hand under your chin, gently lifting your face. His gaze lingered on you, admiring your beauty. "I will hold on to that promise." His lips met your cheek, placing a soft kiss before he walked away, leaving you there, a blushing mess.
***
The Hob was crowded. It was mostly district men and Peacekeepers everywhere. They were there to get drunk, dance, or find a woman for the night. And Coryo was glad you were not there with him. For some reason, the place felt tense tonight, as if something were to happen.
Coryo and Sejanus sat down just as Maude Ivory came to the mic to introduce Lucy Gray. Everyone erupted in cheers the moment she came on stage. It was clear everyone loved her. It made Coriolanus proud. Cheating on the games might have gotten him to be a Peacekeeper but he did not regret it. Lucy Gray was back where she belonged.
"Good Night, everybody! I hope everyone is having a good time. We are The Covey! Now grab a drink, grab your partner, dance, and enjoy."
The music started. Everyone started dancing. The Covey brought a joy that made people forget about their problems; life in District 12 was good, and nothing else mattered. Coryo and Sejanus were drinking and enjoying the music until they didn't.
Billy Taupe, Lucy Gray ex-boyfriend, walked in. He was drunk, ignoring Mayfair, the Majors daughter, who was trailing behind him. They were arguing. She was questioning him, while he just ignored her. And it continued until Billy Taupe reached the stage where Lucy Gray was. He tried to touch Lucy Gray when Mayfair stopped him. This action made Billy push Mayfair away, causing chaos to erupt.
Men started picking fights while others started circling Billy, clearly mad at what he did. Instead, he ignored them, going back for Lucy Gray. And then, a sudden punch landed on his face. It was Coriolanus. He had been watching the scene unfold carefully. His feet took him there without processing what was happening. He wanted to protect Lucy Gray. Billy's fist landed on Coryo's nose, making him stumble. He had surprisingly hit back even in his drunken state. Coryo felt a rush of blood fall from his nostrils. The faint taste of blood on his lip let him know he also had a cut. This just made Coryo's fists land back on Billy's face. Three consecutive punches landed on his face until someone pulled back Coryo. It was Sejanus.
"Let's go Coriolanus. We cannot get in trouble." And so they ran, leaving the place. Once they were far enough from The Hob, they stopped running. Finally catching their breath, a laugh escaped both of them.
“Who would have thought I had to save your ass this time? Billy got you pretty badly.”
"Fuck off." A chuckle left Coryo, reminiscing back how he was the one to save Sejanus during the games. “I guess we are even now.”
The blood had started to dry. His face was hurting. He could not go back to the barracks in that state. They would question what had happened, and Coryo didn’t want anyone to know. He also didn't want to create more chaos. He had hoped that if other peacekeepers saw him, they would cover-up. Or that maybe they were too drunk to remember what had happened.
“I cannot go back like this, Sejanus. I don’t want them asking questions.”
“And where are you going to go? We can come up with something and lie. Tell them you stumbled over something and fell.”
Sejanus was right. They could make up a lie and get over with it. But something in Coriolanus did not want to do that. “I don’t want to lie this time. Cover for me. Tell them I'm not feeling well, that I went to sleep early. I don’t know.”
“And where are you going?”
“I think you have a clear idea.”
***
It was probably past midnight. Your grandma was fast asleep in her room. You, on the other hand, tried to sleep. Something did not feel right, as if something had gone wrong. Your cousin was somewhere doing who knows what, and you hoped he was not in trouble.
A sudden knock on the front door startled you. Confusion took over you, wondering who might be at this time of the night. You put on your nightrobe and took careful steps to the front door. While preparing for the worst, your mind drifted to your cousin. There was the possibility of him getting taken by a peacekeeper for causing trouble. However, when you opened the door, you were surprised by what you saw.
Coryo stood in front of your door. Blood dried up on both his nose and lips. His nose already had a bruise forming. His bottom lip had a cut on it.
“Coryo? Oh god, what happened?! Get inside.”
Doing as told, he entered. Your home was lovely for what it was. He had seen you outside a few times and even greeted you once, so he knew by now where you lived. He followed you carefully towards your bedroom, mindful of your sleeping grandma.
Your mind was going through every possible scenario. Something had gone down at The Hob. Part of you also wondered if your cousin was behind it. Coryo sat in your bed after you told him to. He waited until you came back with some medical supplies. It was limited. You would only use them if they were necessary. Not that Coryo needed a lot of it, to be honest.
“This is not a lot but is going to make you look better. Now, tell me what happened.”
And so he did. He told you everything from the beginning. What Billy Taupe did to Mayfair, what he tried to do with Lucy Gray, and how Coryo got there before Billy tried something.
“I am happy you defended Lucy Gray. That guy is an ass. I hate that my cousin is friends with him. And I bet that is why my cousin is the way he is. Though I am not thrilled he got his fists on your gorgeous face.”
A hiss left Coryo's lips at the sudden contact with the alcohol.
“Sorry. I should’ve mentioned it was going to sting a bit.”
“Don’t worry, angel.”
Coryo was entranced with you. The candle illuminating the room made you look so angelic. He could not believe that such beauty stood in front of him. He had no doubts. He was falling in love with you. You noticed his gaze on you. Those blue eyes of his filled with love and admiration for you. Your heart was racing just by being so close to him. It felt intimate. And it did not help the growing feelings for him. You were also falling in love.
“And done. You are all better now. ”
You were about to leave and put the medical supplies back when Coryo's hand grabbed yours, stopping you.
"Coryo, what are you-" Your breath hitched as Coryo placed a small kiss in the palm of your hand. Your heart started racing at the action, so sweet and so delicate.
"Thank you, angel."
"Anytime. I'll take care of you whenever you need me to."
Coryo got on his feet and stood in front of you. He pulled you closer to him, leaving little to no space between the both of you. It was as if time stopped. There, in your small room, your eyes never left each other. Slowly, his hand took hold of your cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb. His gaze lingered on your lips. He needed to kiss you.
"Can I kiss you, love?"
Too entranced by him to utter a word, you just nodded yes. Warmth blossomed in your chest, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You could feel your heart pumping as he closed his eyes and leaned in. His other hand went to your cheek while yours rested on his shoulders. Coryo's lips caught yours in a soft kiss at first, and it did not take long before you kissed back. You felt giddy. You had wanted to kiss him for so long, and it was finally happening. His lips were soft against yours. It was electrifying. Your lips parted slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue. The soft kiss soon turned hungry. Coryo could not get enough of you. Your lips were too addictive. Needing a moment to catch their breath, they ended the kiss in a delicate one. He leaned his forehead against yours, a big grin on his face.
"I wanted to kiss you for so long. I really like you." He confessed, and it was true. He felt things for you he hadn't felt before. And it was scary yet exciting.
"Want to know a secret? I am happy you did. I wanted to kiss you too, Coryo." You took his hand still on your cheek and pressed your lips against it. " I really like you too. I have for a while."
And there you were, smiling at each other, happy that feelings were mutual. Coryo leaned in again until his lips brushed yours in a soft kiss. He wanted to kiss you all night long and even stay the night, but he couldn’t. At least not yet.
"I need to go now, and sneak in but about that date... you still own me one."
A giggle escaped from you. "I know I do. I did not forget. How about you and me, tomorrow at the lake at four o'clock?"
"It's a date."
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enhaheeseung · 5 months
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Come back to me - L.HS
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Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!
Warnings: cursing, crying, angst, divorce, alcohol.
WC: 3,720k
Part two
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Heeseung was sat on the floor until morning, your wedding ring still in hand, while he blankly stared out the window, every event of the last eight months playing through his head.
He doesn’t know when it exactly happened, but he for sure knew why it happened.
The first night he went out with his co-workers, it was just for one simple drink, nothing more. He thought some company outside of work might be nice, so when he was invited to the bar downtown, he went.
You’d think, being a mature and married man, he wouldn’t be so easily influenced, but one drink after the other, and he started loosening up a bit, and after his co-workers made one too many dodgy comments about their wives, he decided to join in at first it was just a simple complaint about you “nagging” him about not putting his belongings away but the longer the conversation went on the more in-depth it got Jake would talk about his wife in more than unsavory ways which initially made heeseung uncomfortable, but since he wanted to hang with the new friend group, of course, he had to one-up then telling the guys about every little detail that “bothered” him even though he didn’t really feel that way he just said those things to fit in but the more he went to the bar after work the more those things suddenly became true instead of being repulsed by jays complaints about his wife he got used to it even laughing about it and adding in his own stories here and there.
Needless to say, when he came home from the bar, so did his attitude, and that’s when the change happened. He felt so stupid for trying to fit in where he didn’t. He feels like a complete jerk for treating you like you were less than human, and he wishes he could go back to the days when he wasn’t treating you like garbage.
At least Jay and Jake still communicated with their wives, and at least they were still happily married, but heeseung just had to take it a step further, and instead of it becoming nightly complaints at the bar, he took it home and just kept going and going until he was where he is at right now on the floor crying his eyes out cause he wanted to fit in, cause he wanted something new to talk about at the bar something that would get a laugh out of his friends and now thinking back on it he felt so stupid cause he gave up the love of his life just for a few chuckles and drinks after work.
The alarm clock going off is what finally broke him out of his heartbroken daze. He sniffles softly, eyes burning from staying up and crying all night.
He used every last ounce of strength in his legs to get up and turn off the alarm.
He didn’t even bother cleaning up before work. He went in, hair messy, eyes puffy, and suit wrinkled.
The day was a complete blur. Everything he did was almost robotic. There wasn’t any other thought in his mind besides you all day, just you, only you.
“You look like shit” Jake chuckles at his friend's crappy-looking appearance.
“Thanks,” he grumbled, glaring at Jake with eyes that could kill.
“Woah, man, my bad!” He pats heeseung’s shoulder. “Anyways you up for a round of drinks tonight? I’m buying.”
Heeseung thought about it for a moment and ultimately decided drinks would be the best thing for him. He wanted to get so fucking drunk that he’d black out cause maybe that way he’d see you in his dreams, and maybe in his dreams, you would both still be together. “Sure.” he shuts his eyes tightly, breathing a shaky sigh while he tries to appear to be okay.
“You sure dude? We can always cancel.” heeseung shakes his head back and forth.
“I’m good.” he tries his hardest to smile, but his lips don’t even begin to curve up. If anything, his frown deepens.
“Whatever you say, hee see you tonight,” Jake shrugs, going back to his cubicle to get some work done.
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“You sure you good?” Jake asks.
“Just,” heeseung sighs deeply. “Just my wife, we’re not on good terms right now.” he knew that you guys were on more than just bad terms. Hell, you were divorcing him, but he was in denial cause, in his mind, you were both gonna buy a house, have kids, and grow old together, not get divorced after just a couple years of marriage.
“That’s a good thing, my friend,” Jay replies, thinking it’s just the same old same old.
“Not this time. I uhh, I don’t know..” he rubs his temples, a lump forming in his throat as he downed a shot.
“What is it? You can tell us your secrets are safe with us. You know that.” Jake nods, understanding the situation is a bit different than all the other times they gathered to talk about their significant other.
“Fuck” heeseung drops his head low, avoiding eye contact so they wouldn’t notice his bloodshot eyes and broken features. “She wants a divorce,” he whispers shakily as he buries his head into his arms.
Jay and Jake exchange shocked glances at each other, trying to find the right words to say to the shocking news. “I’m sorry, why so suddenly? I know you both had your little scuffles here and there, but not enough for a divorce,” Jake reasons.
“It’s not sudden.” heeseung lifts his head up, face red with snot running from his nose and tears leaking from his puffy eyes. “I fucked up” he hits his head against his palm, repeatedly beating himself up for ruining what used to be the perfect marriage. “I’ve been fucking up.”
“Woah, hey hey,” Jay grabs his wrists stopping him from hitting himself anymore. “I’m sure she was just upset. Maybe go home and talk things out with her.”
“I can’t,” he chokes out. “S-she’s gone, guys, she’s gone, and I-i- I don’t know what to do. I miss her, and I love her so much I can’t lose her.” he breaks down like a newborn baby, crying in front of his co-workers and every person in the bar without a care in the world.
“I think we should call it a night. I’ll drive you home, and we’ll pick up your car before work in the morning,” Jake consoles as he gets up from the table, and Jay follows soon after.
“O-okay, sorry f-for ruining the evening,” heeseung hiccuped, all the shots finally making their way to his system before he left. He takes the whole bottle off the table and throws down however much money he has left in his pocket.
“Hey, it’s no problem,” Jay assures.
Once they make it outside, Jay assists Jake as they move heeseung to the passenger seat, buckling him in.
The whole ride home, heeseung was a complete mess, crying hysterically. Jake was almost scared that he might pass out from crying so hard, so he stepped on the gas to get his friend home sooner.
“Y/n, please come back to me,” he mumbled, halfway asleep, tears staining his cheeks as Jake pulled into the driveway.
“Come on, big guy.” Jay had gone his separate ways, and now carrying heeseung up to his house was like carrying dead weight with how intoxicated he was from drinking the whole ride there. “Here you go,” Jake whispers after laying him down on his bed. “Get some rest. See you at work tomorrow.” Jake smiled sadly. Sure, they all had their little nights out of talking about their wives, but he knew deep down heeseung still loved you, and to see him like this wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with in the world, and Jake made a mental note to stop saying such negative things about his wife, and when he went home, he was going to shower her in love before he wound up in a situation like heeseung.
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“Hey, mama’s.” it was currently the next morning, and heeseung was on his lunch break, finally somewhat over his hangover as he talked to your mom on the phone.
“Heeseung? Oh, hello sweetheart, it’s so nice to hear your voice,” he smiles, feeling the same way it’s been a while since he visited your parents.
“You too, it’s been some time,” she hums in agreement.
“It sure has” heeseung feels his heart drop cause if it wasn’t for him being a total fucking dick, he would have made it to last year's Thanksgiving dinner, but no, because you and him got into a fight prior, and he wasn’t man enough to apologize so he let you go to sleep angry at him, and the next day you were already out of town by the time he woke.
He swallows down the lump in his throat and makes a promise that he doesn’t even know if he could keep given his relationship status with you right now. “I’ll come over soon, I promise.”
“That would be lovely. My husband has been wanting to catch up with you, too.”
“Has he? I’ll for sure come soon, okay mama’s? Hey, could I ask you a question?” He bites on his lip nervously as he checks his watch to see how much time he has left on break.
“Of course, my dear,” she says sweetly.
“So me and y/n had a little fight the other day, and she left, so I’m assuming she came to stay with you?” He knows how bad it sounds that he didn’t even know his own wife's whereabouts, but at this point, he didn’t have much time to beat around the bush.
“Yes,” she sighs, remembering your hurt, tear-stained face as she walks in. “Yes, she did.” heeseung was half sad, half happy, sad because you were gone, and happy because at least you were somewhere safe and his heart could be put to ease. “Only for a while, though, then she went to sunghoons house so she wouldn’t be a nuisance. I told her she could stay until you guys worked things out, but she decided it would be best to leave, so I let her.”
Anything that came after the name sunghoon heeseung had nearly tuned all the way out because why were you over there? Why did you go to another man when he was at home waiting for you?
Before he could think of anything else that made his blood boil, his timer on his watch went off, indicating his break was over. “Ok, thank you so much, mama’s. My lunch is up so I have to go now, but I’ll see you soon. Tell pop’s I said hi.”
“Will do, oh, I can’t wait to see you! Have a good shift, my sweet boy, and keep me updated on you and y/n. She didn’t wanna tell me anything, but I’m hoping you two will figure this out. I’m sure it’s all just a misunderstanding.”
“Hey, don’t worry, we’ll talk things out. We always do,” he says bye one last time and hangs up the phone once the conversation is concluded.
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“That’s everything,” Sunghoon, one of your old friends, says as he helps you put up the final touches in your new room, aka his spare room.
“Thank you so much for everything,” you thanked him sincerely. You don’t know where you’d be without him right now.
“It’s no problem. You know I have your back since we were little.” he pulls you into a side hug, messing up your hair like he used to do when you were kids before releasing you from his tough grip.
“Hoon,” you grumbled, and he just laughed at your pouty face.
“Get some sleep, yeah? You look exhausted,” he pouted. He knew you were going through it right now. The day you came to him with suitcases and red puffy eyes, he already knew what happened, but when he grew to know the details, oh, how he wanted to rip heeseung’s dick off and shove it down his own throat before punching him to a pulp maybe that was extreme but he was fucking furious at your husband the heeseung he saw at your guys wedding would have never done some bullshit like that so what the fuck has changed?
“You’re right.” you nod, a half smile making its way to your lips.
“Goodnight, y/n. Hope you feel better soon,” he pats your back softly. “I’ll be at work early in the morning, so sleep in, and then later, maybe we can go out and get some groceries or something.”
“Yeah,” you say, barely above a whisper. “Night hoon.” You closed the door once he left and laid down on your mattress or the mattress that Sunghoon bought you. You were so grateful for a friend like him.
You didn’t want to burden your parents even though they would have happily let you stay.
You just felt like in your state and conditioned, it’d be hard to let them see you so broken it was hard to come to Sunghoon in your state as well, but it was less of a blow than seeing your mother's worried face every single morning.
You couldn’t even tell her exactly what happened between you and heeseung because you knew it’d break her poor old heart knowing that her son-in-law turned out to be the biggest piece of shit on the planet.
You simply told her you guys needed a bit of a break, and that was all. How could you tell her about heeseung’s reckless behavior? How could you tell her he’d been neglecting you? How could you tell her that you two were getting a divorce?
That would be a bridge that you’d maybe be able to cross after the fact of finalizing everything, but right now, you couldn’t deliver a gut-wrenching blow like that, especially cause your parents thought heeseung was perfect for you.
Sighing to yourself, you turn off the lights, struggling to go to sleep without your husband or ex-husband holding you close to his chest. The bed felt so cold and empty without him, but that would just have to become a thing of the past because the reality is he was not and was never going to be again.
The thought broke you into tiny little pieces, but what could you do? You were just a victim of another abusive marriage that ended in divorce because your husband didn’t care, and he loved going to the bar and his friends more than he loved you.
It was a hard pill to swallow and a tough reality check, but nevertheless, it was your life.
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Heeseung clears his throat for the thousandth time while he stands outside of sunghoons door.
The amount of days it took to build up the courage to finally come to see you was embarrassing for him, but he finally stopped being a coward and came to apologize, and hopefully, at the end of it, you’d be coming back home with him so you could both happily sleep in the same bed again.
“Y/n, I’m sorry for the past few months. I just ugh.” he shook his head, not liking the way what he prepared was sounding out loud. “Y/n, I know I hurt you- fuck” he shook off his nerves a little bit, but not even that worked. “Y/n-“ he couldn’t even say your name out loud without feeling like he was going to cry. He missed you so much. The house was unbearably quiet. Your scent had disappeared days ago even though he hadn’t washed the bedsheets or your pillowcase since you left, and the hardest part was not being able to feel you cuddling up to him in the chilly mornings. It was so cold without you, so empty. His life felt meaningless without you there, and on top of all that, everything was his fault from start to finish. He made his bed. He knew that much, but he prayed he wouldn’t have to lay in it.
He pushed all his previous apology rehearsals behind him. He was going to just tell you how he felt even if his brain was scattered and his thoughts weren’t put together. He was going to give you his real raw emotion because that’s what you deserved, and it’s the least he could give you.
He took a deep breath before knocking on your door, or your friend's door, and the name Sunghoon almost made him roll his eyes, not cause he was a bad guy. No, sunghoon was a fucking great guy, and that’s what bothers heeseung. He was fucking jealous cause his little y/n was with another man that had him beat in every department by miles. He wasn’t one to compare, but it’s hard not to notice those things when he treated you the way he did heeseung turned into a piece shit, and he knew it, but what didn’t help the fact was that he knew Sunghoon could treat you better and that’s what he was scared of heeseung knew it was selfish but he wanted you for himself even if you were better off with someone one else.
When the door opened and revealed a very handsome, tall Sunghoon, Heeseung immediately shrunk back. He felt so small and insignificant, especially with the cold glare coming from sunghoons eyes. “Y/n’s not here,” he says without a single hello which hurt heeseung like heck 'cause they used to be pretty damn close, but apparently, he managed to fuck that up too.
“O-oh,” he gulped, eyes trained on his feet. “W-when wi-will” he was so nervous he could barely even breathe, let alone form a proper sentence.
“Don’t know, is there anything else you need? I’m busy.” heeseung looked up, finally meeting sunghoons gaze.
“Could I maybe t-talk to you? I’m sure y/n already told you, but-“Sunghoon opened the door fully, and heeseung entered the home looking like a dejected little boy.
Sunghoon led him to his room just in case you came home soon. He didn’t want you seeing heeseung there in case it made you uncomfortable.
“Your place is nice.” heeseung took a seat on the chair by his desk, the roses he bought for you still clutched tightly in his sweaty palm.
“Thanks,” Sunghoon mutters and takes a seat on his bed, angry but still interested in the other side of the story cause he wants to know what turned heeseung into the man you told him about.
“First, I’m sorry for hurting y/n. I know she’s your best friend, and I know this is probably just as hard for you as her,” he sighed, lowering his head in shame, but he couldn’t be a coward now, so he picked his head up staring at sunghoon with the most intense gaze he could muster. “There’s no excuse for the way I treated her these past months. I’m just a terrible fucking person,” he chuckles pathetically at himself. “I did stupid things, and saying it out loud sounds so fucking ridiculous, but I got around the wrong crowd, and what was supposed to be jokes about our annoying wives soon turned into my reality, going to the bar and hanging out with other married men you know letting the steam off or so I thought” he taps his leg a nervous habit that never seemed to go away until he met you, but he sees it’s making a little comeback. “Only that same attitude followed me home, and next thing you know, we’re getting into fights, not talking for days on end, but that didn’t stop me. It just gave me more shit to talk about the next day at the bar, and apparently, a few laughs and drinks were better than my own wife” he doesn’t even know when he started crying, but he did, and he didn’t even try to hide it. “At the end of the day, I was always sorry, but I never told her that,” he sniffles. “I love her. That woman is my life, and if she’d give me just one more chance, I’d never fuck it up ever agai-“
Heeseung looked like he had just seen a ghost. sunghoon was waiting for him to continue, but he never did. The sight of your sleepwear on your friend's bed was enough to leave him speechless he felt anger, jealousy hurt sadness all at once, but he couldn’t blame anyone but himself, and now he felt so fucking stupid for thinking he even had a chance with you again he sat there like a fool up all night thinking of words to say to you to show you he still loved you meanwhile you had already moved on and were making love to another man.
He smiles at Sunghoon softly despite his heart being shattered. “Here, give these to her. These are her absolute favorite.” he pats Sunghoon on his shoulder while the younger man just stares at him, bewildered by his sudden change in demeanor.
Heeseung felt horrible now, but knowing you were with somebody better made his heart feel at ease. sunghoon was a great man. heeseung knew you’d be safe, loved, and happy with your childhood best friend, and that made him happy even if he wasn’t the man behind all your laughs and beautiful smiles. “Protect that woman with your life, and don’t ever take her for granted.”
Heeseung let himself out in a matter of seconds, the air finally circulating in his lungs the moment he stepped outside on the porch.
He took a deep, shaky breath before the tears started to fall, yet again, he quickly got inside his car and drove home.
Once he made it safely, he went straight to the bedroom to willingly put his signature on the divorce papers. He was happy you wouldn’t have to be tied to someone like him anymore cause you deserve so much more.
A few tear drops fell, wetting the papers, but he had already signed and made his decision with the understanding that you’d never come back to him.
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sleepwalking ● 15 | jjk
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pairing: jungkook x fem!reader
summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.
genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers
warnings: explicit language, SLOW BURN, ANGST (including some miscommunication due to alcohol & descriptions of anxiety)
words: 10.9k
read from the beginning ○ masterlist
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chapter 15 ► i had the whole damn world and i gave it all away, what did i think i would save?
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Waking up on a good day was not a pleasant experience for Jungkook. But waking up that morning in Tilburg felt a bit like having his brain pulled out through his nose with a metal hook.
The bus was dim—was he on the bus? How did he get here in the first place?—and the slightest light coming from the skylight made his eyes sting. His head seemed to split in two, and his whole body felt as if he had deliberately allowed a lawnmower to run over him.
So this was a hangover, then.
He hadn’t had many of those in his life, which of course, did not indicate how often he drank. Maybe he had lost his ability to drink without getting really drunk. Or maybe he drank so much that even this ability wasn’t enough.
“You awake?” a voice asked, and the kaleidoscope of sharp echoes in Jungkook’s head forced him to retreat further into his bunk.
“Why,” he uttered, each word like fire in his parched mouth, “would you yell?”
A chuckle in response helped him identify the speaker as Hoseok.
“You’re the only one still sleeping. Everyone else is getting pancakes for breakfast,” he said. “Do you want to know what ‘pancake batter’ is in Dutch? Word on the street is, pronouncing it three times in front of the mirror will kill you.”
“I will kill you,” Jungkook retorted, “unless you can bring me some water. Please?”
Amused, Hoseok walked to the back of the bus where the mini-fridge was. He grabbed a bottle and brought it to the younger member before settling on the edge of his bunk.
“Here,” he said. “Why’d you drink so much last night in any case?”
It took incredible effort for Jungkook to sit up, but he managed—while groaning and moaning, and glaring at Hoseok each time the older boy chuckled at his exaggerated struggle.
Jungkook took the water bottle and emptied half of it in one gulp, but it didn’t make much of a difference. The bitter aftertaste lingered in his mouth, and every word he spoke still felt like acid.
“I can’t remember,” he said, even though something inside of him told him that this wasn’t true. Apart from the pain, he also felt this heavy unease—as if he had an apocalyptic event scheduled for this afternoon, and he needed to prepare for it, hence the excessive drinking. “I’m sure I had a reason.”
Hoseok assumed as much and he asked, “did something happen?”
“I—” Jungkook interrupted himself when he threw his head back to finish the rest of the water. This didn’t help either, and now his stomach felt uncomfortably heavy. He said again, “I don’t know. Can’t remember.”
“I saw you leave the venue with—”
“I remember that,” he said quickly as if he was afraid to hear the conclusions Hoseok had drawn after seeing him leave with you.
“Where’d you two go?” Hoseok asked.
“To this park,” Jungkook said, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers as he tried to bring last night back to him. He remembered kissing you. Unless he’d dreamt that, of course. Both options were likely. Neither was acceptable to say out loud. Weakly, he continued, “uh… I don’t really—we talked there.”
Since Hoseok did not know what had really happened between you and Jungkook at that park, he followed up with the logical question, “did you have a fight?”
“No, we…” Jungkook sighed. Another memory returned, this one more vivid than the kiss he thought he remembered—which was a shame. He would have preferred the kiss. He opened his eyes and looked at Hoseok questioningly, “Namjoon called her. Yoongi’s laptop?”
“Ah, yeah.” The older boy laughed. “They went to McDonald’s and left it there. Then they got so wasted, they forgot about it.”
Jungkook snorted weakly. “Idiots.”
It gave him great pleasure to say the word, because for once, it wasn’t him who was being described here.
“Just like you, huh?” Hoseok teased nonetheless. “Seems like everyone had a reason to drink last night.”
Jungkook ignored the gentle jab and focused on remembering you.
“Did you see her this morning?” he asked.
Hoseok nodded.
“Did she seem angry?” Jungkook continued, hoping for a clue about the rest of the night. The last thing he seemed to remember was the truck stop. He was alone in his memory, but he assumed that was because you hadn’t returned from finding the missing laptop yet.
Jungkook didn’t think you had gone drinking with him last night; he seemed to remember—or just assumed—that you had left before he got drunk. And he realised that he knew why he got drunk – he was worried about the bet and how he would tell you.
He thought he remembered talking to someone about this last night, but it couldn’t have been you, because he recalled being called “son.” It must have been someone else at the bar, then. Maybe the bartender.
But what happened afterwards? Did his chest hurt so much because he still hadn’t told you?
“No. She didn’t seem angry,” Hoseok said. “But she’s never angry with me because I never give her a reason to be.”
The teasing smile on the older member’s face made Jungkook grimace. “Good for you.”
Hoseok chuckled because he didn’t get to see Jungkook like this often. Usually, the entire band was wiped out with a cursed hangover, and Jungkook was the one obnoxious ray of sunshine in the room. Hoseok and the others always thought this was unfair. Clearly, this morning was a welcome change.
“She seemed okay,” Hoseok said. Then, more seriously, he asked, “you think you did something? Besides getting drunk, I mean.”
The younger boy exhaled and watched the bedding on his bunk for a minute. It was black and seemed even darker in the shadow inside the bus. It did nothing whatsoever to jog his memory.
He was worried that he had done something very terrible. Not worse than having made the bet in the first place, but terrible nonetheless.
What if he’d missed his chance to tell you and someone else had told you first? Probably not Sid, because he may have been an absolute dickhead, but he needed to win the bet fairly to be satisfied. But what if—
Taehyung, he thought suddenly.
Taehyung knew. What if he’d found you while Jungkook was in the bar?
You tell her or I will, Taehyung had said to him back in Amsterdam.
What if he had told you everything because he couldn’t bear to keep it to himself any longer?
Jungkook had seen how distressed the bassist was. He had noticed how he kept avoiding his eyes when they were in the same room.
Groaning, Jungkook pressed his palms to his forehead and strained to remember something. Did he talk to you after you returned with the laptop? What did he say? More importantly, what did you say that left him half-paralysed with this unidentified worry?
“I… don’t really…” Jungkook tried to cling to a memory and see what happened next, but his thoughts remained muddled. Did he kiss you in the park before or after you told him about your parents’ tumultuous relationship?
“Did you drink together?” Hoseok enquired, slipping into investigator mode as he crossed his legs on Jungkook’s bunk. He thought he was being helpful, but Jungkook felt pressured into giving answers that wouldn’t reveal too much—you’d rubbed off on him, he supposed. Or maybe he just didn’t want to upset you any more than he may have already had. “Or did you get drunk after she left to find the laptop?”
“After. I think,” Jungkook said. “I was driving before.”
“Driving?” Hoseok repeated, visibly surprised.
Jungkook waved his hand dismissively. “Long story.”
Hoseok noticed that Jungkook was struggling to speak in longer sentences, as evidenced by his colourless face as he shrank away from the skylight. He decided to quit questioning, assuming it was a hangover that plagued the younger boy.
Instead, he shared his last memory, hoping it would be helpful: “I think I heard you come back. At about nine.”
It was not helpful.
Jungkook frowned and asked, “you were already awake?”
“Well, Namjoon and Yoongi caused a scene on the bus earlier,” Hoseok explained, shrugging one of his shoulders. “They woke everyone up and I couldn’t really fall asleep after that.”
“Oh.”
“But I can’t help you with anything else. Sorry,” he said, biting his lip. “Maybe once your hangover wears off, you’ll remember.”
Jungkook lowered his head because it started to burn when he attempted to shake it in response.
Stubbornly, he mumbled, “I’m never hungover.”
Hoseok was about to laugh but he managed to contain it to a soft snicker. “Well, you’re hungover now, so I don’t know what to tell you.”
“What time is it?” Jungkook asked.
Hoseok had to check his phone first.
“Eleven,” he said.
“Eleven?” Jungkook repeated, his mind fighting against him as he tried to piece the timeline together. “I only slept for… if you saw me at nine, then I only slept for—wait, and you said you hadn’t slept at all?”
Hoseok shook his head, but looking at his phone had distracted him. Truthfully, he hadn’t told Jungkook everything he knew.
He had seen Minjun half-carrying a drunk Jungkook onto the bus at around eight-forty this morning. Hoseok remembered the time because his phone had died about a minute later, and he didn’t get to finish the Falling in Reverse album that he had been listening to on a loop that night.
Minjun’s presence might have sparked a memory, but Hoseok decided not to mention it. He preferred it when Jungkook’s friends weren’t involved in the situations that Jungkook seemed to have forgotten about, and he didn’t want the younger boy to go looking for said friends right away.
“Get something to eat,” Hoseok said, getting up from the bunk. “Pancakes. That’ll help you.”
Eating didn’t sound terrible, but it wasn’t that easy. For one thing, standing up seemed almost like a Herculean task right now—Jungkook was only slightly exaggerating here: he could extend a hand. But a leg? Not so much. And walking was probably completely out of the question.
“Yeah, fine,” he said as he lowered himself face-down onto the mattress, preparing to get out of the bunk—either by crawling or rolling out. “But I need to wash up a bit first. Somehow.”
“Yeah, that’d probably be good,” Hoseok agreed. “You reek of a bar.”
Jungkook glared—more at his pillow than at Hoseok—and mumbled, “thanks for the help.”
“Anytime!” Hoseok said with his usual good-natured laugh. He watched Jungkook try to stand and decided that the younger boy had brought this on himself, so it would do him good to find a way out himself, too. Approaching the door of the bus, Hoseok added, “I’ll wait for you outside. Don’t hurt yourself!”
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Straining and grunting, Jungkook managed to wash up, despite his almost unbearable headache and the cramped bathroom of the bus—it was, really, just a toilet and the smallest sink imaginable. He slammed his knees into the wall twice and kicked himself in the shins one and a half times.
He could still taste the whiskey in his mouth, and he thought he could still smell it on himself as well—he’d need a proper shower, maybe several, to get rid of that—but he felt a little better. The improvement was barely noticeable, but it was there, and he got off the bus with a lighter step.
He wondered if the restaurant outside only served pancakes, as Hoseok had advertised, or if they were also prepared to make some other dishes, such as the greasiest, oiliest chicken possible.
When he got off the bus, hoping to find out, he first spotted Hoseok who was lifting his chin and pointing forward, gesturing for him to go on.
Jungkook turned his head and immediately saw you standing right at the entrance of the restaurant. He forgot all about Hoseok and the food.
Right away, he felt an odd sensation in his stomach; something that transcended worry and turned into outright terror. He watched you for a minute, almost petrified. His feet refused to budge as if his body remembered last night better than his mind.
You noticed him in the middle of your conversation with Luna. You saw him freeze first, then eventually start to walk towards you. Right after your eyes met, you looked back at Luna briefly and turned to enter the restaurant without a second glance in his direction.
This was, of course, hardly the reaction Jungkook had been hoping for because one of your last interactions that he could remember with questionable certainty was a kiss.
The horror inside him grew. Something must have really happened last night—something so horrible that his mind chose to drown in alcohol rather than remember it.
Maybe he had found you after Taehyung had talked to you last night, and he’d attempted to make amends, but he was too drunk to tell you everything he needed to tell you…
He had to find out. He had to fix it.
Jungkook walked past Luna, gave her a quick nod hello—and cringed in pain when he moved his head, therefore missing the glare she gave him—and went in after you.
He called out your name, then touched your shoulder. You turned around very slowly, almost reluctantly. He suspected that if he hadn’t touched you, you would have ignored him altogether.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
You gave him one look – maybe even less than that – and turned away, taking a small step to the side to escape his touch.
Before you looked away, it seemed to him that you hadn’t slept at all. He knew you well enough to recognise that. He also knew you well enough to recognise the obvious disapproval on your face—as if you were talking to Sid and not him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What happened last night?
“I don’t have time,” you finally said, and his panic deepened.
“Please?” he asked, trailing behind you as you walked towards a table by the window in the farthest corner from the entrance. You’d chosen it as your workspace, but Luna had persuaded you to have breakfast with her and the boys first.
Right away, Jungkook spotted Taehyung, Luna and Yoongi on the other side of the restaurant—all three of them were watching Jungkook follow you.
“I appreciate the manners,” you said as you walked, “but I still don’t have time.”
Close to despair, he whispered—as if your friends could overhear your conversation from across the room, “d-did something happen last night?”
This finally made you turn around and look at him.
Suddenly, he wished you hadn’t.
There was a look in your eyes that reminded him of something. He couldn’t quite place that look, but he felt his chest tighten so much that his heart could barely fit inside, the beating violent and terrified.
It wasn’t anger that he saw when he looked at you. It wasn’t contempt, either. Nor disgust, nor revulsion—it wasn’t anything he had expected to see.
It was a weary disappointment—as if you had been worried about something for a long time, but still hoped it wouldn’t happen, and it did. It happened. And Jungkook realised in horror that he was probably what you were worried about.
“No,” you said, deciding that it wouldn’t do either of you any good to argue here. It scared him, this split-second decision that you made. He wanted you to shout at him, he wanted to see the fire in your eyes. He was afraid of the emptiness he found in them instead. You finished, “nothing significant happened at all. Not last night, or any night before.”
Your words disturbed him. It sounded—and his head began to pound much harder than his heart—like you were talking about all these weeks in Europe. All that the two of you had done together.
He swallowed the concern on his tongue. He still felt half-drunk and three-quarters hungover, so he didn’t know if the assumptions he was making were a result of a hangover paranoia or if he’d interpreted everything you’d said correctly. Honestly, he didn’t even want to know. But he had to ask.
“W-what is that supposed to mean?”
He realised he was clinging onto a tiny, pitiful hope that he’d seen the look in your eyes in a distant nightmare and not right in front of him at the truck stop last night. It seemed more and more unlikely the longer that he waited for you to speak, but while he breathed, he hoped.
“It’s supposed to mean that you need to get something to eat and join the rest of your band,” you said, picking up your coffee cup from the table next to you. Jungkook noticed that there was nothing else on it, just a stack of papers, your laptop, and your phone. “I have work to do.”
Suddenly, he wanted to pause this uncomfortable exchange where the two of you stayed quiet about more things than you expressed. He wanted to tell you that it was you who should have got something to eat. He wanted to remind you not to overwork yourself.
But the way you looked at him was an alarming indication that it wasn’t his place to say these things to you anymore.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck—
“Did you…” Jungkook tried to choose his words carefully. “Did you talk to someone last night? After we got back from the park, I mean?”
You looked startled somehow as you swallowed your coffee and set the empty cup down. Then you gave him a smile with not one bit of humour or kindness behind it, and he felt the skin on the back of his neck prickle with horror.
You did talk to someone. And he made the mistake of asking who it was.
“I didn’t talk to anyone important,” you finally said.
That was enough to confirm all of his foreboding senses.
“You know,” he concluded breathlessly.
Looking away instead of acknowledging his vague—but obviously correct—statement, you picked up your belongings from the table.
“I know enough to see that you need to eat and then sleep this off,” you said. “You smell like a bottle of Jack Daniels.”
You tried to walk past him, but Jungkook moved to block your way.
“Who told you?” he pressed.
You raised your eyebrows at the question.
“Are you—okay.” You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. You tried to phrase your next words as tactfully as possible, aware that you would have a large audience if you raised your voice here. “It’s a little mind-blowing to me that you think the issue here is who told me. And it’s a lot mind-blowing that you dare to ask me that.”
Uncomfortable under your affronted gaze, Jungkook blinked and looked away. His heavy head was slowly dragging him to the floor, and he leaned against the table for more support.
“I—I’m really sorry,” he said, not daring to look at you again because the emptiness in your eyes was so discomfiting that it felt almost unnatural. He realised, painfully, that he’d taken all of your timid glances for granted. He missed them now—so much.
But as soon as the apology was out of his mouth, he immediately remembered that he had said the exact same words to you. Unfortunately, he had said them to you many times before.
This could have been déjà vu.
It could have been a memory from weeks ago.
But it also could have been a memory from last night.
Now you were hesitating. You didn’t know what he was apologising for specifically, and you suspected that he didn’t know, either. Then you finally nodded your head.
Jungkook worried that you’d come to a decision—a final one, to make up for all the previous times you’d claimed this was final but hadn’t meant it.
Now you looked like you meant it.
You didn’t offer him any relief from his misery and gave him no hints of what had happened after you returned from the park.
Instead, you said, “eat something,” and walked around him.
He didn’t stop you this time. He knew he couldn’t.
But he also knew that he would find you as soon as he figured out how you discovered the truth and whether he talked to you after that.
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You joined Yoongi, Taehyung, and Luna at a table in the annexe of the pancake restaurant, right next to a wall-sized window with a view of the vast, completely empty fields of green behind the building.
“Everything okay?” Luna asked as you sat down in the remaining empty chair by the table, next to Yoongi.
You were uncomfortable with everyone’s eyes on you. You knew they’d witnessed the exchange you’d just shared with Jungkook, but you didn’t know what they thought they saw.
“Absolutely,” you replied in a manner so manufactured that they could all tell it was insincere.
While you pretended to be interested in the food that your friends had ordered for you, Yoongi glanced at everyone by the table one after the other.
“Is, uh, something wrong?” he asked, fixing his gaze on you. “With Jungkook?”
“No,” you said. Again, with a noticeable bitterness. “Some tension, that’s all.”
Yoongi was still processing your revelation about Reconnaissance. Yesterday, he had told you that you didn’t have to tell anyone else about it, but he wasn’t sure if he’d really meant it. He assumed you could guess as much. And now he was starting to think that you’d told Jungkook about it, after all.
Carefully, he asked, “did Jungkook get mad at you for not telling him about… things?”
Yoongi wasn’t very good at being discreet. You saw Taehyung frown as he looked up at you.
Taehyung was understandably confused. He thought it was Jungkook who hadn’t told you “things.” Why would he be the one getting mad?
“No,” you said to Yoongi. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be mad here. But it’s fine. I just—I’m not even—I just need a minute.”
Huh, Taehyung thought to himself as he continued to eat in silence. You were obviously seething. Something must have happened.
He had suspected that Jungkook was going to tell you last night when the two of you left together (and, naturally, Taehyung went to find Luna right after witnessing your exit, so he could finally calm himself down). But if Jungkook told you—what the hell was Yoongi on about?
“Well, wait a second,” Yoongi pushed, also very confused. “What do you mean? Why are you mad?”
To him, it seemed like you were prepared to handle the news about Reconnaissance on your own. He thought it was possible that Jungkook had reacted very negatively when you told him and he’d said something upsetting. He knew the vocalist would be unhappy if he found out that you were getting offers to leave Rated Riot.
That would explain—sort of—your emotions. And if that was the case, Yoongi was prepared to interfere.
“Did he say something to you?” he asked. “If he’s upset about this… possibility, then I can talk—”
“Yoongi,” Luna cut in with a rushed whisper. “I don’t think this is about Reconnaissance.”
She was quick to figure out that you had told Yoongi about Nick’s offer—it wasn’t difficult, considering Yoongi was about as vague as a treasure map with a giant X on it. She wanted him to drop the topic before you were forced to admit that this was actually about Jungkook’s bet.
Luna could tell from your body language when you saw Jungkook—and from the way you were about to bend the fork in your hand right now—that you finally knew about the bet, too.
Taehyung, on the other hand, remained simply baffled.
He knew about the bet, sure. But he looked up from his plate again, and correctly guessed from the frowns on everyone’s faces that he was the only one who did not know about this Reconnaissance business that Luna had just mentioned.
“Reconnaissance?” he asked. “What about Reconnaissance?”
He appeared to enjoy saying the band’s name and seemed oblivious to your cringing every time he said it.
You looked up at Luna first—her eyes were wide as she realised that she shouldn’t have mentioned the band outright. To make matters worse, it suddenly occurred to her that you didn’t know that she and Taehyung knew about the bet, so you must have been confused as to why she would divert the topic so suddenly and plunge you straight into a different awkward conversation.
But before she could apologise, you turned to Yoongi, who lowered his head as soon as he met your eyes. He realised that he couldn’t ask Luna what she’d meant—what else could you and Jungkook argue about?—because there was a more important discussion waiting to happen.
You cleared your throat.
“Nothing important,” you finally said. “Their manager contacted me the other day about an open position in their staff, but I told him I wasn’t interested. I mentioned this to, uh—to Luna. And to Yoongi, too, a few days ago.”
You chose not to reveal that Maggie and Namjoon also knew about this, so Taehyung wouldn’t feel as left out as you assumed you had just made him feel.
There were several things that Taehyung struggled to process here. He tried to look at his girlfriend for help first, but Luna purposefully made herself busy by drinking her orange juice. Then he glanced over at his bandmate, but Yoongi turned his entire body away from him to look out the window.
Clearly, neither one of them wanted to explain why they weren’t questioning you about this, so it took Taehyung a minute to find his words.
“But this is…” he started, then paused. “It’s big!”
“Yeah, I—well, you know,” you said while knowing that he didn’t know. You felt guilty and uncomfortable having to explain this right after he found out that you’d kept it from him. “I-I’m happy here. I like what I do. I would—I’d have far less responsibility, but a lot more pressure if I went to work with them.”
Taehyung considered this.
“It would be a great opportunity, t-that’s true,” you added, sounding increasingly uncertain as you spoke. “They’re million-dollar sellers. But I don’t—I want to reach that level with you guys. Not join someone who’s already at the top. Where’s the fun in that?”
You smiled as you finished, hoping to soften the impact of the news. Taehyung finally allowed his muscles to relax a little as he leaned back in his seat and took a sip of his iced tea.
“I see,” he said, placing the glass back on the table. “Okay. So, you’re staying. Right?”
You were on the verge of responding—because you thought you’d just be repeating yourself again—but then you stopped.
You said you were happy here.
You said you weren’t interested in leaving.
But you didn’t, technically, say that you were staying.
You’d said it to Maggie and Luna, and then to Yoongi and Namjoon. But that was before you allowed yourself to confront your feelings for Jungkook while he just tried to win a bet against Sid.
And now you were hesitating.
When you eventually nodded, the assurance from your lips sounded far less convincing. “Mhmm. Yes.”
Silence settled at the table until Luna, still feeling guilty about the slip-up (she would apologise to you as soon as the boys were out of earshot), changed the topic to something completely unrelated: namely the sights she thought would be interesting to see once you were in London.
You hoped to avoid discussing Reconnaissance again, but Nick’s offer had suddenly gained more weight in your mind.
As you returned to your designated workspace after breakfast, you remembered the pros and cons list that Maggie had suggested back in Oslo.
The pros of leaving Rated Riot and joining Reconnaissance had expanded dangerously following your conversation with Jungkook last night.
You worried. You didn’t think you would actually leave, at least not just because of this ridiculous bet. But the more you thought about it—and the more you remembered that Jungkook’s friends were right around here somewhere—the more you couldn’t help it.
Would it really be so terrible to continue your career with a band that had a massive following and did not have your ex-boyfriend as a member, and his good-for-nothing friends as a persistent shadow?
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Contrary to what Hoseok had promised and what he had expected himself, eating didn’t make Jungkook feel better. If anything, it only made him feel more irritated.
As he mindlessly chewed the pancakes—which were probably delicious, really, but they tasted like napkins in his hungover mouth—he went over the conversation he’d just had with you.
Again, he arrived at the same conclusion: you knew about the bet.
But everything else in his mind was speculation.
He might have talked to you after you found out, and he might not have handled it very well.
He might not have talked to you after you found out, which was just as bad.
He realised then, with a sinking feeling in his cotton-filled stomach, that he might have also been the one who told you about it.
That would have almost been good, he’d meant to tell you—but when he was sober. And, ideally, without forgetting about it the next day.
He hoped desperately that this wasn’t what had happened. But he needed to know for certain.
He had concluded earlier that only one other person could have talked to you about this, so he pushed his plate away and looked around.
He didn’t spot Taehyung here anymore. But Luna was standing by the cash register.
He stood up and approached her right away.
She didn’t look particularly pleased to talk to him, and Jungkook quickly surmised that she knew about the bet, too. He fully expected this since Taehyung considered her mind an extension of his own. Now, Jungkook thought, he had even more reasons to talk to him.
Luna informed him that Taehyung had felt tired and returned to the bus for a short nap. She said she was waiting to grab some dessert for him.
Jungkook couldn’t thank her for the information quickly enough.
Acting solely on instinct, he ran out of the restaurant, flung open the bus door, and marched inside. He was glad to see that the bus was empty except for Taehyung lying in his bunk.
“Did you tell her?!” Jungkook fired immediately. He wasn’t sure if he’d meant to sound so accusing—he was simply frantic to learn what was hiding in the dark spots of his memory.
Flinching at the sudden shouting that he managed to hear over his music, Taehyung opened his eyes and sat up. He paused the song on his phone and raised his eyes.
He didn’t have to ask what Jungkook meant.
“I didn’t tell her anything,” he said as he pulled his earpods out of his ears and slid them back into their case.
“I saw you talking to her after the show last night. Did you find her and tell her later?” Jungkook demanded through agitated, heavy breaths. “You were with her and Luna at the restaurant just now.”
“I didn’t see her after you left. And all I said to her after the show was that she should talk to you,” Taehyung explained, displaying more patience than most people would under the circumstances. “And I didn’t really talk to her much at the restaurant.”
Slowly—because he was fuming, and the entire bus was red—Jungkook accepted that this was most likely the truth. Your response to him changed after last night, not after the concert. He assumed it was because you’d talked to someone while he wasn’t there, but maybe Taehyung wasn’t that someone.
Again, he remembered Sid. He could still ask him, he supposed, even if he doubted that Sid told you.
But there was a very big problem with this plan. If Sid found out that you knew about the bet, he would immediately amplify all of Jungkook’s problems by claiming that someone broke the rules of the bet—even if Sid was the one who told you.
He’d organise a manhunt, Jungkook didn’t doubt it. Or maybe he’d just blame Jungkook straight away—never mind that the bet ceased to exist to Jungkook the moment he barged into Sid’s room in Amsterdam, and demanded they ended it.
No. It was better to keep Sid out of this.
Jungkook swallowed and shuddered faintly when he felt the bitter aftertaste of everything that he’d drunk last night.
“Did you tell anyone?” he asked Taehyung.
Looking down, Taehyung brought his tongue over his lips. “Well...”
“Anyone other than Luna, I mean.”
“No. You asked me not to. I only told her after I assumed—”
“Okay, well,” Jungkook cut in, guilty suddenly, about forcing his friend into this. “C-could Luna have told her?”
“She could have,” Taehyung admitted. “But she was with me the whole night. And besides, she agreed that it should be you who tells her. That’s what I thought you were going to do last night.”
Jungkook shut his eyes and exhaled so deeply that Taehyung could feel it on his face from two metres away. “I don’t… I was—it would have—”
Interrupting his miserable struggle to construct a full sentence, the older boy reiterated, “we didn’t tell her. Honestly, I assumed that you did.”
Taehyung had had doubts before, but seeing Jungkook’s uncontrollable frustration right now convinced him that you must know about the bet.
Still, Jungkook’s confusion confused him.
It had to be Jungkook who told you. Who else could have?
“Well, I was—” Jungkook swallowed before charging, “actually, wh—what—what right did you have to tell her to talk to me? After I specifically asked you not to tell anyone! She obviously understood that something’s up.”
Taehyung looked offended at the outburst.
But Jungkook couldn’t control himself.
The longer he stayed away from you on the bus, the more he hurt. The more he understood that none of this mattered—not who told you, not what he said to you afterwards.
What mattered was this: he had made the bet. And you knew about it.
And now he wasn’t sure what would happen next and the guilt and the fear and the hurt could not fit in his chest anymore. He desperately needed a real, tangible something to blame his pain on. He needed someone else to be at fault.
“Something is up. And she’s our manager,” Taehyung said. “And you clearly need… managing.”
Childishly, Jungkook retorted, “you don’t know what I need.”
“You told me, because this was bothering you,” the older member said. “I was trying to help you do the right thing.”
Jungkook frowned so deeply that a permanent wrinkle was slowly beginning to form on his forehead. Then, he finally relaxed his face and stopped moving altogether—to breathe instead. And to think.
Perhaps, he thought as he rushed to inhale and exhale as if he was being pursued by the invisible horrors that he had battled last night and this morning—perhaps the look in your eyes that he’d seen today hadn’t come from a nightmare, after all.
It couldn’t have been Sid who told you. And it wasn’t Taehyung. It wasn’t Luna.
You looked at him like it was him.
“It—it must have—it was—” He inhaled and held his breath for one, two, three seconds. “You’re right. I-I must have told her. It was—I did—I-I told her.”
Taehyung watched as acceptance darkened Jungkook’s already hopeless eyes.
“I was really—I still feel kind of drunk, but I was even more wasted last night,” he continued, staring at the floor. He was breathing so rapidly now that he could have powered every streetlight in this whole city if they ran on oxygen and not electricity. “Maybe I was the one who told her. No one else could have, and it—it should have been me anyway, but I—it was—”
“Okay,” Taehyung said, quickly realising the direness of the situation. He put an arm around the younger boy’s shoulder. “Why don’t you sit down?”
Jungkook hadn’t realised he was standing.
He didn’t feel Taehyung lower him onto his bunk, he didn’t feel the soft mattress underneath, he didn’t feel his friend’s hands around him.
All he felt was an oddly familiar tremor taking over his body—as if he’d already been here, shaking uncontrollably in another life.
Taehyung was aware of the predicament that Jungkook was in. Really, he was. But, honestly, he was proud of him for telling you the truth. He probably shouldn’t have felt this way, considering that telling you about the bet was common sense, but he couldn’t help it.
He was glad that Jungkook had chosen honesty—even though Taehyung hadn’t really given him a different choice, and the truth had made the younger boy nearly transparent as his shoulders hunched under his friend’s touch.
Taehyung wanted to believe that this honesty, despite how much discomfort and pure pain it brought Jungkook, signified growth. And with growth came the decision to choose better friends.
However, telling you about the bet and then forgetting about it? That was bad. Taehyung didn’t want to imagine how bad.
He sighed, releasing one breath in the time that Jungkook released ten.
“Maybe you should talk to her. When you’re a little more put together,” Taehyung suggested, hoping that a clear plan of action would calm Jungkook down.
“She won’t talk to me,” he said, and his breaths grew more ragged.
“Ah.” Taehyung raised his head knowingly. He needed a moment to compose himself before he admitted that he knew this would happen—and that Jungkook deserved this silent treatment just a little bit. “Yes. Well… That—that was to be expected, I would think.”
Despite his words, there was a comforting warmth in Taehyung’s eyes that Jungkook missed because he was too preoccupied with fighting his inner demons. He remembered something else—a sharp tension in his lungs, much like the one he was experiencing right now, as he struggled to contain everything that he was inhaling: revulsion and regret, despair and dread.
He had told you. He couldn’t remember it exactly, but he knew he had.
Jungkook managed to raise his eyes.
“W-what—what do I do?” he asked in between breaths.
Taehyung sucked his lips in. “I have no idea.”
Jungkook groaned as he ran his shaking fingers through his hair and pulled away from the other boy.
“For fuck’s s-sake,” he hissed, then took another unsteady breath. “You could—you could try being more helpful, you know.”
“You could try giving me less attitude, you know,” Taehyung returned. “Considering your position.”
Jungkook scrunched his nose irritably but refrained from arguing. His breathing began to slow as he shifted his focus from regretting the past to fixing the future.
“Fine,” he said. “Sorry. Please help me figure this out.”
There wasn’t much that Taehyung could have helped him with, and they both knew it. What Jungkook really needed was just encouragement that this wasn’t over yet. That he could still do something and hope for a positive outcome.
Taehyung contemplated this for a minute. A part of him honestly thought that this might be over. But as much as he valued honesty, he knew that sometimes it wasn’t the best option.
This was one of those times.
Not to mention, there were two sides to this coin.
The first was that you and Jungkook had known each other for years before you began to work together. Taehyung virtually knew nothing about your relationship prior to Rated Riot. He knew nothing of your history together. Maybe there was potential for resolution, after all.
However, the other side of the coin was this: you had an incredible opportunity to work with one of the biggest rock bands in the world. And even though the vocalist of this band was prone to alcohol, he was not prone to toxic friendships—at least as far as Taehyung knew. Not to mention, you hadn’t dated anyone in Reconnaissance, which had to be a massive plus after all that had just happened here. And so, although you said you would stay with Rated Riot, no one would have blamed you if you left.
Taehyung sighed.
This was a very, very unpleasant situation, to say the least.
“Alright. There’s something you should know,” the older boy finally said. “I don’t know if it’s going to be helpful for you, but, um… sh-she got an offer to work with Reconnaissance.”
Jungkook heard the way all the sounds inside the bus and inside his head and even inside his chest suddenly ceased, leaving only a faint buzzing.
He wasn’t sure what was buzzing. Maybe he hadn’t realised he was screaming.
“Wh—what?” he asked after a loaded minute. “She—what? When?”
“I don’t know,” Taehyung said. “I just found out today.”
“So, she’s—what? She’s leaving?”
“I don’t know.”
Jungkook got up from his bunk and spun around, restless all of a sudden, as he ran his fingers through his hair again, messing it up even more. “Fuck.”
Taehyung gave him a moment to process this.
“What do I do?” Jungkook repeated, his breathing uneven again. Taehyung tensed when he heard the panic return to his friend’s voice. He stood up, but couldn’t reach Jungkook as he paced away from him on the bus. “What the f—what do I say? S-she won’t talk to me. Fuck.”
“Give her some time, then,” Taehyung said—quickly. Because he could tell that Jungkook was approaching a concerning new level of distress. “She just found out about the bet. This must have been quite a shock to her. It was shocking for me, and I have nothing to do with this. So, imagine how she must feel.”
“Okay. But it’s—what if she—”
“She’s not impulsive,” Taehyung cut in, guessing the younger boy’s concern. “She won’t just get up and leave. But if you keep pushing right now while the—” He clicked his tongue, looking for a more sensitive word. “—while the shock is still fresh, then you might end up pushing her towards the wrong decision.”
That sounded reasonable. Painful and terrifying, too, but reasonable, nonetheless.
Jungkook slid his hands down his face and spent a minute inhaling and exhaling in two-second increments. Then he nodded and looked up at the other boy.
“Yeah. Okay,” he decided. His head still felt like he had stolen it from a bronze sculpture—heavy, yet completely empty. But he thought he was gradually getting used to the pain. “You’re right. Okay. So, I should wait, right? Just… wait?”
“That’s what I’d do,” Taehyung said. “Wait.”
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And so, waiting was what Jungkook did. For exactly six hours.
By then, everyone had already returned to the bus for the trip to Cologne, and the French bus driver had finished half a pack of cigarettes. You were unaware that it was just you and Jungkook left outside—you were still on the phone with the other roadies—and Jungkook used that to his advantage.
Anticipating your usual excuse of being too busy, he prepared in advance and spoke to the bus driver to find out the scheduled departure time. He learned that he should have enough time to have a proper conversation with you or, at the very least, address some of the drunken confessions that he must have made last night.
He had promised himself to hold off speaking to you in hopes that his mind would clear and he could remember a bit more—anything other than this suffocating misery that still kept him in a relentless chokehold today. But that promise was in vain.
He couldn’t wait.
“I need to talk to you,” Jungkook said as soon as he saw you come out from behind the bus.
Just as he had expected, you shook your head. “Now’s not the right—”
“We still have twenty-five minutes before we leave,” he said.
“It wouldn’t hurt to be ahead of schedule,” you argued, but he refused to move, so you couldn’t reach the bus door. “The equipment team had already left. We have to—”
“Please. Give me five minutes,” he said. “Please.”
As you were beginning to look away from him, your eyes involuntarily lingered on his face for a moment longer, and you felt your heart make the decision for you. You’d give him five minutes.
Really, the ache in your chest was just an excuse, as you realised in a fleeting moment of sober clarity. Your mind didn’t want to walk away from him, either.
He looked hurt—he had no right to look that way, not after what he’d done—but the look in his eyes still cut into your already wounded heart a little more.
You couldn’t remember if he had looked like this last night. All that you could see after he told you about the bet were the dangerous ripples of the ground beneath you and the unyielding darkness surrounding you.
You’d listen to him, you decided. That was all that you could still offer him.
“Fine,” you conceded, realising that you had a weakness, and it was standing right in front of you.
Jungkook inhaled—he’d managed to get his breathing under control in the past few hours—and straightened.
He’d seen this before, he thought. This moment that hadn’t even happened yet already echoed in his mind like a forgotten passage from a book that his grandmother had used to read to him—about heartache and the eventual happily ever after. He was too young for those books, really, he just wanted to be in grandma’s room longer. But he remembered the glistening tears in her eyes as she turned the last few pages, and he, too, found himself rooting for the people in the book.
Surely, then, if this was the painful part of the story—the part where the two characters couldn’t look at each other at the same time—then you had to be approaching the conclusion? The happy ending that he found himself dreaming about for the first time in Paris?
All that was left for the two of you was to resolve it all.
“I was very drunk last night,” he started. “I should have told you the truth before I got drunk, but the way the night unfolded… it didn’t work in my favo—okay, that—that sounds like an excuse. But I want you to know that I had the intention to tell you all along. It wasn’t something that I decided on a whim after I had some drinks.”
“Hmm.” You were staring at your shoes before you pursed your lips and glanced up at him. “And, uh, what about the bet? Was that something you made on a whim?”
Something very unpleasant churned in his stomach. He felt queasy.
“I did,” he admitted. “I was—it was—I thought it would prove a point.”
“Did it?”
“No. All it proved is that I made the wrong choice of caring about what my friends thought of me, when I should have cared about what you thought,” he said. His jaw was clenched, but his face was soft and almost fragile. You looked away again. His words sounded clumsy when you weren’t looking at him, when he didn’t know if you heard him. “I-I’m sorry. I swear I meant it when I said I loved—”
“Look,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t really see the point of this conversation, so maybe—”
“Okay—okay, just—listen,” he said in a hurry, raising both of his hands to the back of his head in a desperate attempt to keep himself together. Reluctantly, you returned your gaze to his. “I-I wanted to say that you can ask me, or say anything to me. I want to talk. Give me a chance to explain.”
“I don’t have anything to say to you, though,” you said, and he felt his heart fall and thrash in the cavities of his chest like a frightened, dying fish out of the water.
He tried to remember if this was what you’d said to him last night—this brutal declaration that you’d run out of words—perhaps right after he told you about the bet.
It would have explained why he felt smothered the whole day—as if your decision to talk to him directly influenced his decision to breathe.
“Okay,” he said, swallowing something sharp in his throat. “Well, what about Reconnaissance?”
Your eyes widened for less than a second before you composed yourself. It confirmed to him that everything Taehyung had said was true.
“How did you—?” you began to ask, but Jungkook didn’t let you finish.
“Taehyung told me. You didn’t—you told everyone, but you couldn’t tell me.”
Despite the twinge of guilt in your stomach, you still thought this was an unfair accusation. You hadn’t told everyone. And Jungkook was the last person who could have reprimanded you for keeping a secret.
“This has nothing to do with you,” you said.
“How—” he started, then cut himself off with a scoff. “You’re leaving, and it has nothing to do with me?”
“I’m not—I’m still here, aren’t I?” you countered, changing your mind about making a promise to stay when chaos roamed free in your mind.
Jungkook recognised the hesitation in your eyes. He felt his anger grow at the possibility that you were genuinely considering this.
“Yeah, but for how long?!” he accused. “I thought—I thought we were finally on the same page about everything, and—”
“Oh!” you exclaimed; the single syllable so full of irony that he stopped talking immediately. “On the same page, are we? Okay, then, let me see if I got everything right here.”
There was that fire in your eyes—the one that he had wanted to see.
He felt equal parts terrified—because he couldn’t predict what you’d say next—and hopeful—because you were finally talking to him—as he watched you instead of replying.
“You made a bet with Sid about us,” you said—short and sharp. Jungkook thought he flinched, but he hoped you didn’t notice.
“Yes,” he said. “And I—”
“He said we wouldn’t get back together, and you said we would.”
Jungkook nodded, his throat suddenly too swollen to speak.
“And if you lost,” you continued. “You had to give up your Katana.”
“Mmhm.”
You paused here, frowning. You weren’t sure if you’d forgotten this part or if he hadn’t mentioned it last night.
“And if you won?” you asked.
He felt an unpleasant warmth wash over him at your question.
“I’d, uh—I would have gotten $10,000,” he admitted, his eyes darting between you and the ground. “And, you know. Uh, also you.”
“Ah.” You nodded. “Double win, isn’t it?”
He cringed at the sarcasm.
You continued to watch him with narrowed eyes, but you couldn’t really see him, blind to everything but the raging fury that swirled inside you, pounding on the walls of your chest to get out.
It wasn’t even the bet that you were mostly angry about, not really. You were angry about his choices in general. About his constant need to do whatever his friends told him to. About his utter lack of ability to stand up for himself—and for you.
You were angry that you were back to where you started, back on the doorstep of his dorm room four years ago, when you said you were done, and he did nothing to stop you from leaving.
You were sure you’d had a point you wanted to make when you brought up the bet a few minutes ago, perhaps to counter his attempts to blame you for not telling him about Reconnaissance. But you didn’t want to make any points anymore.
You didn't even want to speak.
“It really sounds fun,” you commented dryly. “Shame you didn’t win.”
“Y-you’re—but I-I don’t care if I win or lose,” he stammered, anguished by your dismissive tone. “That’s why I told you about it. The bet was a mistake. But I can’t turn the fucking time back, even though I really fucking want to. So I’d rather tell you and lose it than win it and lose you. There’s nothing I want more than—I’m—I just want to be honest. And I was honest. Every time I told you how I felt, I meant it.” He inhaled, rushing to get all his words out before he truly lost you—he saw the way you positioned your body away from him as soon as he mentioned honesty. “I was drunk when I told you about the bet, I know. I shouldn’t have been. But I told you, and—”
“See—no,” you cut him off. “You don’t get to feel good about that. You forgot that you told me.”
“I…” his sentence broke off. “I-I did. Okay. That’s true. And I’m sorry. I was really—I was drunk.”
“You’re always fucking drunk.”
You finally turned away as you groaned and allowed the wind to tangle your hair around the hood of your jacket.
You were exhausted of these same old excuses: either he was drunk, or he was with his friends. Sometimes both.
You thought you’d walked away from all of this four years ago. How had you ended up back in the exact same place? Why did you think it would be different this time?
Sid was still here. And his endless games were still here, too.
“Oh.” You remembered suddenly and turned back around. “Was this what the Paris trip was about? When we went to Kihyun and Chloé’s wedding? Is that why Sid didn’t want me to go with you?”
Jungkook closed his eyes. “It’s, uh… yes. It’s sort of what started the, um—the whole thing. But it wasn’t—I actually wanted to go there with you, it wasn’t—”
You hummed, cutting him off—as if you were a teacher, giving him a test, and he was a student, answering every question correctly, but letting you down every time he opened his mouth anyway.
You didn’t say anything else.
Jungkook thought he was going to burst into flames.
He could tell that you didn’t want to listen to him when he said he loved you. In fact, you made a conscious decision not to hear him.
He was horrified to realise that these past few weeks and all the conversations, all the unsaid words that you finally said, all the closure that you’d welcomed after years of evading it—all of it had evaporated after last night.
You refused to remember these moments, refused to believe that they were real.
He wasn’t just back to where he started when this tour began—back when you wouldn’t accept his confessions. When you tried to explain his feelings for you using the circumstances: a different continent, too many forgotten memories, too much time spent together. And you were right, in part, to have your doubts. He really hadn’t told you everything. But everything that he had told you, he’d meant it.
But now he was much farther back—at the very last row, merely observing your silhouette as you climbed on stage and introduced yourself in a cold, detached voice. Like he didn’t know you. Like he hadn’t spent the past seven years loving you.
One bet. One fucking bet.
And now he was scared that there was nothing else left.
Gripping the stitching on the sides of his dark grey jeans, Jungkook said one more time, “I’m sorry.”
You were looking down as you repeatedly nodded your head—each nod a new dagger in his chest.
“Thank you for that,” you said, letting the sentence falter.
It was clear that you’d meant what you said—you had nothing else to say. He would have liked to hear anything, really, except for the silence that followed.
“W-what can I do?” he asked, afraid that the conversation—that all of your conversations— had come to an end.
You frowned—all of your conversations had come to an end.
“What do you mean?” you asked almost incredulously.
“Well, you’re clearly mad, and—”
“No,” you said. “I briefly flew over mad last night when you pulled me out of the bus at six-thirty in the morning. Now I’m back to normal.”
Biting his lip ring and pulling it into his mouth, Jungkook stayed quiet for a few seconds.
He had expected this to be awful, meaning you’d be angry.
He hadn’t expected this to be worse than awful; meaning you’d stand here, looking at him with a straight face and hollow eyes, almost daring him to apologise again.
Now it’s finally too late, your posture was saying. You fucked up one too many times.
You truly weren’t mad, he realised.
You’d given up.
“And w-what—what is ‘normal,’ exactly?” he asked finally, even though he feared the answer.
You hammered the final nail into the coffin that he’d built himself.
“I’m your manager,” you said. What a great eulogy. “You should get back on the bus. We’re leaving soon.”
He knew he needed to apologise again, but nothing he said seemed to make a difference. You weren’t hearing him—and, honestly, he understood why.
But a part of him still felt frustrated. You had kept something from him, too. There was a risk you’d leave—forever—and he needed conditions; something he could do to make this right. To make you stay.
It was a stupid bet. He never should have made it. It was bad, but in comparison to his feelings for you—and yours for him, before he ruined everything—he didn’t think it was significant enough to make you consider leaving your job.
“You’re right,” he said. “You’re my manager. And you can’t—you can’t leave the band.”
The determination in his tone made you pause.
“I can’t?” you repeated, your eyebrows drawn together in a defiant frown. “And who would stop me if I said I was leaving?”
Fuck, Jungkook thought in a sudden panic. That was not what he should have said. Now you might really leave.
Taehyung had warned him that he might push you towards the wrong decision. And he was doing exactly that.
“You—you know what I mean...” he faltered, discouraged by your resistance. “I-I fucked up, I know that. Tell me how to fix it.”
“There’s nothing to fix,” you said. “Get on the bus.”
He stood still. “Is this how it’s going to be from now on?”
“It’s going to be like it always was,” you said. “Get on the fucking bus, Jungkook.”
He didn’t. You were so close to him now that he could smell your perfume and the apple scent of your shampoo. He remembered himself years ago, hoping that one day, apples would stop reminding him of you.
Now he knew how outrageously absurd it was to hope for this when he was convinced that all versions of him—across all universes—always immediately thought of you whenever they tasted apples.
“Don’t—you can’t start treating me like everything that happened between us didn’t happen,” he retorted—with all the anger that he had at the thought of never having you this close to him again.
“What happened, exactly?” you snapped. “You’ve clearly never bothered to be honest with me for one second until last night, never bothered to even think about me, because you—”
“I thought about you all the time, though!”
“Yeah, because you had no other fucking choice!” you rebutted. “If you didn’t think of me, you would have lost the bet. None of it was genuine—”
“I lost the bet because I was thinking of you,” he defended, furiously waving his hands around.
“Oh! That’s so considerate!” Your laughter was rigid and bitter. “Maybe it’s me who should apologise. I’m so sorry I ended up being the reason why you lost the bet.”
He dropped his hands, groaning. Once again, he realised how terrible he was at telling the truth, and how splendid at saying all the wrong things.
“Don’t—don’t be like that,” he asked, agitated.
You glared at him. “Like what?”
“Just—difficult.”
“Oh, that’s fine,” you said. “I’ll make this very simple for you: we’re done talking about your shit.” You pulled back from him to turn around. “Get on the fucking bus. I have more important things to do.”
Immediately, Jungkook grabbed both of your hands to stop you from leaving.
You turned back to him with wide eyes, and your stunned stiffness gave him enough time to properly wrap his fingers around your wrists.
“Is that your plan, then?” he demanded. His hands were cold, but his grip was loose enough for you to push him away—but the challenge in his question made you wait, frozen in place. “You’re just going to walk away again? Start working with a different band so you won’t have to think about your feelings? Won’t have to face your fears of trying again? That’s your solution for everything, isn’t it? Just fucking walking away.”
He'd touched something—there was a raw wildfire in your eyes now, nothing like the flames he’d seen before.
You yanked your hand out of his grip and took a step back.
“You know what?” you said. “It is. It is my solution to everything. And you want to know something else? This bet isn’t even the worst thing. And that’s the worst thing—the fact that this is just another bullet point in an endless list of shit that you and your friends have done. So, yes. I am walking away. I should have never even come back in the first place.”
Jungkook felt the ground beneath his feet tremble unsteadily at your words—much like his hands by his sides.
Back in Amsterdam, you’d told him that you forgave him for not realising how many mistakes he’d made in your relationship. He’d seen a glimpse of a second chance that night in your hotel room.
He was aware of his never-ending list of mistakes now. And still, he made new ones.
“I’m—I’m sorry, I—”
“Get on the bus,” you said, turning around to face the empty parking lot instead of his apologetic face. “I still need to call the other drivers and check in with the rest of the crew.”
You were doing your job. You were still talking to him. He should have been glad.
Instead, he couldn’t force his legs to move or his heart to keep beating.
“I… Can—can you just—just tell me that you’ll stay with the band,” he pleaded.
Your shoulders were straight as you stood with your back to him, your hands clenched into distraught fists by your sides. He’d once jokingly tried to teach you the proper stance in a fight. Really, it was you who should have done the teaching.
“Get on the bus,” you repeated.
His distress was relentless. “I will. But we have to talk about—”
“We don’t have to do anything,” you argued. “I think it’s better if we stop having conversations unrelated to Rated Riot altogether, if that’s alright with you.”
He watched your back with unwavering determination. “It’s not.”
“Tough. Get in.”
He needed a minute to convince himself to quit arguing, to drain the fight out of his chest. Then another minute to steady his breathing enough to turn towards the bus.
As he approached the door, he looked back at you and caught the way you had glanced at him over your shoulder. There was a dampness in your eyes from the heavy wind. He saw it right before you turned away again.
He swayed lightly on the steps of the bus. “Please, just—”
“Don’t,” you said, and your shaky voice turned the word into a warning rather than an order. “Just get in. We’re done talking.”
With your back still turned to the bus, you heard Jungkook climb the steps, seemingly hesitate once more, and then finally walk inside. The automatic door slammed shut behind him with a dull thud that was almost as loud as the defeated beats of your heart in your chest.
Alone in the parking lot, you finally exhaled all that you’d kept inside and then some. You wanted your lungs to feel as empty as your chest.
For just a minute, you couldn’t be Rated Riot’s manager.
For just a minute, you needed to be yourself and by yourself as you squatted, hugging your knees to your chest.
Your laboured breaths made you rock on your feet slightly as your chest rose and fell at an increasing pace, but you resisted the throbbing hurt inside—you couldn’t cry. You wouldn’t.
In a minute, you’d have to check on the band and make sure all of them were on the bus before leaving for Cologne.
In a minute, you’d have to face Jungkook again and talk to him as if nothing had happened.
You squeezed your eyes shut.
The bet was hurtful. But what hurt even more was your own choice to let it all escalate to the point where losing it all again hurt. Still wanting him, even now, hurt. His unchanging priorities—his friends first, everyone else second—hurt.
You didn’t want to talk to him as if nothing had happened. But you had to.
Maybe it was for the better. The bet was a cold shower, jolting you awake and reminding you that trying again never worked.
And really, perhaps you should have seen this coming. You knew that this was just another one of Sid’s games that Jungkook had willingly participated in. Truly, this was nothing new in your experience and hardly different from Sid dropping Jungkook off at the grimiest bar in town and sending you on a scavenger hunt to find him—night, after night, after night.
You stood up with a sharp inhale.
You’d had enough.
If Jungkook wanted to continue playing, he could do it by himself. You refused to be a part of it again.
However, ending things with Jungkook and ensuring that he didn’t win this bet didn’t feel like your win, either.
It felt like you both lost.
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Lovers and Friends
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Minors: DNI! Sometimes, the best stories involve some classic tropes, suspension of disbelief, and a good shower scene. Requested and inspired by all my nasty lil' friends who have been asking for Shower Joe!
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You honestly weren’t sure when the change happened. That subtle shift from acquaintances to friends to coworkers had been stealth and seemingly overnight, but over time, Joe had gone from someone you saw every couple of months back home to someone you spent more time with than anyone else in your life.
He’d helped you to get a job with the Bengals when you moved down to Cincinnati with nothing but your dog and an updated resume, and after you’d outgrown the marketing position, he hired you on as his executive assistant. You two joked about the title since what you did went far beyond the scope of a regular assistant but you were appreciative of the opportunity nonetheless. 
The endless hours you spent with him were filled with meaningful work for his foundation and dozens of new experiences that you would have never been a part of without Joe’s help. It made work fun again, and in doing so it had allowed you to thrive. Regularly, the team would reach out every few months, begging you to come back while dangling a new, bigger job title, and every time, Joe gave you another raise and another new project to keep you engaged.
Still, despite all of that, there was something else brewing beneath the surface that made each call from the personnel office more enticing. It started with a warm feeling anytime Joe laughed at your jokes that spread from your cheeks to your toes. Then it evolved into an odd burst of happiness when, after you finally dropped your boyfriend, Joe ended things with his girlfriend. Soon, you felt a giddiness every time you were near him, in a way that you’d never felt about another boss in the past. 
It was becoming hard for you to deny these evolving feelings about Joe, and as you sat with him after a team dinner he’d asked you to tag along to, they rang like drumbeats in your ears. “Hey. Did I lose you?” Joe slurred, bumping your knee with his and subsequently setting your body on fire. Both of you were well on your way to drunk, although Joe was further along than you were, and he was asking your opinion on something from the game earlier that you’d drowned out as you fell transfixed by the way his quads poked through his faded jeans. 
“Sorry, I zoned out a bit. I don’t think it was a big deal. Collapses in coverage happen all the time. I don’t need to tell you that,” you responded. Joe looked at you through narrowed eyes, and for a split second, you were worried that you’d been staring a little too long or too obviously. That was the problem with slowly falling for your friend. Every move, every comment had to be carefully calculated; the fear of your true feelings being revealed looming over you daily. 
“Hmm,” Joe shrugged, “I guess I’m just being paranoid. Ted seemed upset.” You’re not the only paranoid one here, you thought to yourself. “He seemed fine to me but if you’re that worried, just, you know. Text him?”
Rolling his eyes at your reasonable suggestion, Joe flagged down the waitress and ordered two more shots. “If we keep this up, I’m going to have to pour you into bed tonight. It’s a bye week Joe, not spring break,” you grimaced, holding your breath as you downed the shot and tried not to let the taste register in your brain. 
“I think I’ve earned one night of partying. You look like you could use one too,” Joe teased. You teasingly flipped him off before leaning against the booth while you chugged a water. The restaurant had cleared out and though the staff would be more than happy to stay past closing for Cincinnati’s favorite son, you knew it would be a good idea to get out of there. 
“Let me leave my car here and I’ll drive you home in yours. I’m about three shots behind you,” you offered. Joe brushed you off and was muttering something about being fine to drive as he tripped trying to stand up. “Yeah, like I said. I’ll drive you home Burrow,” you chuckled.
You’d be lying if you said that the way Joe’s muscular arm wrapped around your waist for support didn’t make your scalp tingle, or that when Joe lightly dozed off on your shoulder during the drive home, you had a brief flash of desire. It had been a miracle that you’d made it this long without saying or doing something stupid that revealed how you felt, and the pent up one-sided tension kept ticking away.
When you eventually pulled into Joe’s garage, you hated having to wake him up, ending the brief physical touch you’d shared with him for 15 minutes. “Come on Burrow. Let me help you inside so I don’t worry about you hitting your head,” you mumbled. That ended up being easier said than done, for Joe was still unsteady on his feet when you stuck him in a chair and dug around for some advil. 
“Take these and drink both of these,” you ordered, tossing two water bottles to him. Joe responded with something incoherent and you ignored him, instead turning your attention to making him a sandwich in an attempt to sober him up. Despite the upcoming bye week, you knew that Joe had a team meeting at 7:30 the next morning, and you wanted him fairly coherent by the time dawn rolled around. 
30 minutes later, his eyes looked less glassy and he was yawning loudly. “Go take a shower so I can leave. I want to go to bed and my babysitting rate doubles after midnight,” you teased. Saluting you, Joe bounded up the stairs faster than a man with 12 shots in his system should be able to, and you scrolled through your iPad mindlessly for a moment before realizing it was about to die.
Remembering that you’d left a charging cord in the small guest room Joe had converted into an office space for you, you made your way upstairs and subsequently got distracted with a tax form you had forgotten to fill out when you thought you heard Joe calling your name. You ignored it at first, thinking it was a mistake, until suddenly it got louder and was followed by a loud crash. 
Rushing down the hallway into the master, you were worried Joe had drunkenly slipped in the shower when you noticed that both the door to his room and the bathroom were wide open, giving you a clear glance inside. The years of platonic familiarity you two had meant that you didn’t think anything of walking into his room until you saw that he was clearly upright and still in the shower.
You knew you should have turned around and given Joe his privacy, but in the split second between deciding between a good decision and a bad one, you went left and quietly watched instead. 
Your mouth hung open when you realized that Joe had called your name, only now he was moaning it loudly instead. There was no mistaking it now that you were closer, and you were about to knock on the frame of the door when your eyes widened once you caught what he was doing. 
Joe had one hand on the shower wall to support himself and another wrapped around his dick, pumping over and over again. The prominent veins that traveled down his bicep to his hands flexed as he stroked himself; your name being repeated like a mantra while he tried to get himself off. Water dripped down his back and hair, droplets catching on every muscle on his back and highlighting the curves of his body. 
You could practically feel his body tense and release as he chased his high, and the ache between your own legs became unbearable while you watched. Is he…thinking about me? you asked yourself, incredulous at what was unfolding in front of you. Almost as if on cue, Joe practically shouted your name, egging the imaginary you on as he sped up his motions. The way his forearm moved was hypnotizing, and you didn’t even realize that your own hand had slipped under your skirt until your elbow went a little too wide to the right and you knocked something off of Joe’s dresser.
His eyes snapped open immediately and locked with yours, both of you frozen with shock. Joe’s face was at once both beet red and pale as a ghost as he went to turn the water off and stumbled out of the shower, snatching his towel off the hook. Your feet felt glued to the floor as he walked towards you, and you knew that not only had you just lost your job, you’d more likely than not lost your best friend too. 
“Joe, I-I’m so sorry,” you stammered. “How long were you standing there?” You couldn’t read his face in the moment—was it anger? Embarrassment? Shock? “I was in the office and I thought I heard you calling me and then I heard a crash and then, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t see anything, I swear,” you lied, praying that maybe the situation was salvageable. 
Joe opened and closed his mouth to respond but only inaudible squeaks came out. You were about to apologize again when you both realized that his fully erect penis was visible through his towel; a tented reminder of what you had caught him doing. 
“Look, I can explain,” Joe blushed, pointing at the shower. “You don’t have to explain!” You insisted, accidentally motioning towards his dick and almost dropping dead when you brushed against it with your hand in the process. The silence in the room was deafening as the two of you stared at each other, unsure of how to proceed.
“Did you…mean to do that?” Joe asked cautiously. “Did you mean to do that?” You whispered, waving your hand towards the shower. “Yes,” Joe said emphatically, his eyes boring holes into yours. You felt your heart stop at his answer, and without a second thought about your friendship or career, you closed the gap between the two of you and placed a hand on his damp chest. 
You didn’t know what came over you as you pulled Joe down by his neck and kissed him; snaking your tongue past his bottom lip and brushing it against his. Joe stood there in shock momentarily before his hands drew you in closer to his body, moaning as his dick brushed against your leg. Steering you backwards towards his bed, he didn’t break your kiss until the back of your knees hit his mattress and he pulled away. 
“Are you sure about this? Because once I start, I’m not stopping,” Joe growled, his hands now cupping your ass. “I’m positive,” you panted. Crawling onto the bed, you made quick work of stripping off your clothes, suddenly feeling a little exposed. Being naked for the first time in front of a new hookup was always a little awkward, but add to that said hookup being your best friend of 20 years? You felt like you were under a microscope. 
Joe smirked as he took in the sight of you, his eyes wild like he’d just come across water in the desert. Placing a kiss on the inside of your ankle, Joe nibbled and licked his way to your core, pulling your thighs around his ears as he nestled between your legs. You held your breath as you watched his tongue dip between your folds; your body practically levitating off the mattress.
Joe teased you a bit with tiny laps of his tongue starting at your entrance before slowly making his way to your clit. You frowned when he sat up for a minute, smirking as he ran a hand through his still-wet hair. “Someone must have liked what she saw in that shower. You’re soaking,” Joe grinned, running his thumb over your clit. “Stop teasing me or I’ll just do it myself,” you huffed.
He chuckled to himself as he made his way back down to your core, his thumb working in tandem with his tongue as you squirmed. Joe held you down with one hand while he moaned against your clit, the vibrations adding another layer of stimulation for your already shot senses.  You couldn’t stop yourself from gently tracing over the veins in the hand that gripped your hip, each one telling a different story. 
It took no time for Joe to bring you to your climax, and he laughed as he carefully unwound your legs from around his neck. Your arousal coated his chin and you could taste yourself on his lips when he dipped down to kiss you; a million unspoken words sitting between the two of you. 
Joe almost seemed a little unsure of what to do next, almost as if he wanted to provide you an out. You decided to take charge in that moment, and rolled the two of you over so you were straddling him, hovering just above his cock. Joe attached his lips to your neck as you sank down onto him, gasping at the feeling of him stretching you out. His hands encouragingly rubbed your back as he waited for you to get comfortable, and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you start to ride him.
Placing your hands on his chest for stability, you felt your eyes roll back as another orgasm crept up on you; the angle and fullness of his cock arousing you more than you’d ever been. You paused to shift to your feet and Joe had to close his eyes momentarily to stop himself from finishing right then, bringing his hand between the two of you and circling your clit rapidly. 
Soon you felt your whole body convulse as you climaxed; wetness seeping onto Joe’s legs as you came. Collapsing on his chest, you let him place soft kisses on the crown of your head while you struggled to regulate your breathing; the room and your brain spinning. Joe was just about to offer to get you a water when you wincingly hopped off and pushed him back onto his feet, stretching out across the bed on your stomach. Joe started to protest momentarily until he felt your lips wrap around his dick, taking him in your mouth and gagging as his tip teased the back of your throat. 
You bobbed up and down, tracing each vein and ridge with your tongue, memorizing every inch of his member. Once again, your name was on Joe’s lips as it had been in the shower, only this time, whatever restraint he’d been maintaining was gone as he gripped your head and began to fuck your face. 
Mascara ran down your cheeks as Joe took control, and you eventually dropped your hand to your core as he continued to pump into your face. A small part of you prayed this wasn’t a hallucination or dream, but the second you felt his hips buck one last time and his release coat your throat, you knew it was real.
The two of you were silent once again as you lay side by side, unsure of how to proceed. You had so much you wanted to say but couldn’t, and a small part of you was worried that you’d just experienced the best goodbye fuck of your life. 
“I’ve wanted to tell you how I felt for months,” Joe said, shocking you out of your thoughts, “but every time I wanted to say something, I panicked that it was going to come off as creepy or weird. I guess fucking you wasn’t exactly not creepy or weird, but I—I don’t regret it. And I hope you don’t either.”
“I don’t,” you quickly responded, sitting up so you were facing him, “I’ve been struggling with how I felt for months too, but then there was always some excuse not to say something and, I don’t know, I was afraid I had been relegated to sister-status.”
“I don’t know anyone who does that with their sister,” Joe laughed hoarsely. “Yeah. I suppose you’re right,” you admitted. “Where do we go from here?”
You stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, thinking. “I think I should quit. Accept a job with the team, come clean about the nature of our relationship—er, whatever we are now. That way there’s some space between us and we can… figure out whatever this is,” you answered. 
Reaching for your hand, Joe absentmindedly brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on the center of your palm before resting it on his chest. “I hate the idea of not working with you daily. But I also hate the idea of not figuring out whatever this,” Joe motioned between you guys, “is. And I don’t think we can explore that if you’re working directly beneath me.”
“Well, I’ll still be working beneath you, hopefully,” you joked, dodging the pillow Joe tossed on your face, “I agree though. Let’s take it slow, see how we’re feeling.” Turning so your chin was now resting on his shoulder, you pecked Joe’s cheek and nuzzled into his side, still in disbelief that this was how your day was ending. 
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Incubus
"Please? Please, please! I'm fucking starving," your incubus whines.
"Crybaby. I told you this was going to be a problem," you sigh, gripping the steering wheel of your rented car.
You had stopped at a gas station ten minutes ago and gotten yourself some food. With your belly full, you're prepared for the next three hours of your roadtrip. Not your incubus though, he's acting like he hasn't had anything in days.
Which might be true. It's been a confusing couple of weeks.
"What was I supposed to do? This is a six-hour road trip," he sighs. "And you said you'd let me."
"Dude, I was drunk and horny," you laugh sheepishly.
He petulantly jams his foot against the glove compartment and tugs his shoe off. The unnatural purple veins in his skin are starting to make an appearance as his glamour wavers.
"Ah, get your demon foot down! What if someone sees it?"
"When was the last time we passed another car on this god-forsaken road?" He pouts. "Besides, my glamour is slipping. I don't have enough energy to keep it up."
"Why don't you sleep the rest of the way? We'll be there soon enough," you reason.
"Fine," he grumbles, tipping his seat back so he can recline comfortably.
Despite all his huffing and whining, he ends up falling asleep. He has one hand draped over his face, sheilding his eyes from the sun. His glamour is in the halfway stage, revealing pointed ears and a body that's now a little too large for the car seat. He twitches in his sleep and moans.
"God no," you mumble in mock horror and stifle a giggle.
The sounds he makes in his sleep are worthy of a porn audio and you feel like you shouldn't be listening. Still, that kind of thing doesn't bother you as much as it did weeks go. You've come a long way. The ride is manageable for a while, until his wings suddenly unfurl like a rebellious umbrella and thwack you in the face. You're forced to pull over.
"Wake up, idiot. You almost made me crash the car." You grab his shoulder and jangle it.
He wakes up with an inhuman growl and grabs you. There isn't much space for either of you to move, so all he ends up doing is pulling you into his lap. Tears spring into your eyes when you hit your elbow on the car door.
"You did that on purpose!" You moan, rubbing the tender spot.
"You can't just touch me when I'm sleeping," he says in exasperation, peering at you with blackened eyes.
He's right. This isn't the first time you've tried to wake him up and he ended up freaking out. It's obvious something happened to him in the past to make him act that way, but he wouldn't let you pry.
"Sorry, I forgot," you admit. "You were moaning in your sleep."
"Was I?" His eyes twinkle. "Look at you, getting all flustered. Hey, don't look away."
To change the subject you say,
"Your glamour is gone."
"It appears so." He flares his wings out as wide as he can, wincing. "I miss flying."
"Soon you'll be able to fly again," you promise, your heart going out to him.
Even though summoning him was an accident, you could have done so much more to make the experience a little less weird for him. You treated him like a literal demon thanks to your religious upbringing. Only when you realized that holy water and crosses and exorcisms were no good did you start to treat him with a modicum of respect. And he endured all of it for you. You've gotten better with your hellish companion since then.
Someone takes the initiative to kiss, but you're not sure whether it was him or you. All you know is that the wall you've built has come crashing down, and all the secret desires you hid away come clamoring forward, demanding attention.
You can't get out of your clothes fast enough, growling in annoyance when you hit your elbow again. You should have rented a bigger car.
"Hold on," he says, ripping his face away.
His lips are swollen and bruised from the heavy makeout session and his pupils are ridiculously dilated, but he still looks aware and a little worried.
"An hour ago you were denying me. Why now..."
"Don't ruin the mood," you tell him, wiggling into the backseat. "I just realized all my little rules are pretty stupid, that's all."
He twists around to look at you in the back.
"You won't regret it later?"
"I will if you made me take all my clothes off only to say you don't want to do it anymore," you say, leaning back and opening your legs. "Come here."
His eyes light up. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. The last of his glamour sheds, and you stare at his ebony-colored horns in admiration. Just a few weeks ago the mere sight of them had you stammering the Lord's Prayer and dousing him with anointing oil in an effort to make him go away. Now you grab one of his horns and drag him closer. The small car means you are both in pretty uncomfortable positions, but you'll complain about your back later.
His licks a blazing trail down your stomach, the purr in his voice muffled as he presses his lips to your body, tracing the red lines where your too-tight jeans aggravated your skin.
"I love this."
"My muffin top?" You snicker.
"All of it. All of you. Goddess," he says reverently before he dips between your legs.
His long, slippery tongue is talented. As he stokes your pleasure higher and hotter, he drinks from the blaze of it. Once he has enough energy to use his glamour again, he glamours his claws away and slides two fingers into you, looking up at you with gleaming, burning eyes.
The way his wings arch makes you think of an eagle protecting its dinner. You dare to touch them, stroking the struts of bone and the delicate membrane stretched between them.
"You're so beautiful," you admit. "And I'm not just saying that because you're so good at this."
He looks amused with the compliment. Maybe he's remembering the time you called him a "vulgar hellion of hell" in a fit of religious indignation.
You jump at the sudden zing of pleasure when he nips your inner thigh.
"Focus on me," he demands. "Let your mind go blank for just a little while."
You nod frantically, clutching the sturdy leather of the car seat. Your hips follow the thrusting motion of his fingers, desperate for more. He gives you what you want. You come when he adds a third finger, the stretch, and the pleasure and the stimulation of your clit throwing you recklessly off a cliff. It feels like he takes some of your energy, crafts it into a gem of pure gold, and passes it back to you in a hard kiss. It's like you've died and gone to heaven.
It's only when he taps your stomach that you remember you have to breathe. You suck in great gasps of air, squinting at him. He wears your cum on his face, his lips glistening as they part into a pretty smile.
"What was that?" You finally ask.
"The best orgasm of your life," he grins. "Please tell me I've ruined you for other people."
"Don't get ahead of yourself," you scoff playfully as you tug your clothes back on.
You think he has though.
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pairing: dom!mingi x fem!reader
warnings: some tension, a little aggression maybe (not sure) small argument and jealousy
genre: smut ofc
author's note: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.
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Mingi was that kind of a guy who would watch you from afar. Not talking to you directly, just looking at you. Staring you down if you two got super close to each other, like if you two walked away from each other. And that happened a lot. Looking you up and down from the corner of the room where he would talk with his best friend, some guy named Yunho who would look at you the moment Mingi said something to him. Did he say something about you? Or were you just paranoid? Yeah, you were probably paranoid. You two know each other because of the same friend group, so it was only natural you two looked at one another so frequently. It was so obvious to your shared friends how frustrated you were getting when someone mentioned Mingi and the way he looks at you, assuming that he likes you. Of course, you stand up for yourself and immediately say - “Hell no! He’s being a creep, gawking at me all the time not saying anything. He’s just a weirdo.”
All of your friends would chuckle at your behavior when you get upset like this. It’s so obvious. Since the first time you first got introduced to him, his eyes were glued on you.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You said, extending your hand to shake his.
“I’m Mingi. The pleasure is mine.” He snakes his hand in yours, giving it a slight squeeze. Your own gaze can’t leave his, it’s like a magnet that attracts your attention to him. How are you going to keep yourself back?
And as you are standing in the corner of the crowded room with a drink in your hand,he’s not the one staring now. You can’t help but gawk at Mingi’s figure. His silver hair is styled so his eyes and face are visible, sitting on the sofa with his friends as his long legs stretch out as if the space is too little for him. The way he laughs, almost spilling his drink out from his cup, gets your attention easily. He looks so easygoing with his friends, talking with everyone and smiling at them. Surely, he is doing something right because there’s a girl clutching to his side like a koala and kissing his neck. He looks unbothered. So unbothered that you can’t even notice that. You only feel jealousy inside you. And for what? You two are not even together, let alone talked with him more then two words.
“Hey, wanna play beer pong with us? We need another couple.” Your best friend finally shows up, looking at you with pleading eyes. Before you could shake your head as a no, she grabs your hand and pulls you towards Mingi and his group. “Hi, does anybody want to play beer pong with us? We need one more person to pair up with Y/N.” You two stand in front of your friend group, silently begging to San, who’s the only one you know the best from there.From the tall black haired man, your gaze shifts to the one sitting in front of you, his legs almost touching your shoes. His eyes meet yours once. San notices you, standing up from his seat. “Yeah, I’ll play.” Your best friend claps twice with her hand and you get dragged out to the porch where the beer pong table stands, already jumping into the game.
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Easy to say you were the one winning. With San on your side, you felt powerful as the both of you threw the ball into the cups, getting your friends drunk. You laugh with San, leaning to his side unconsciously as you were unable to keep yourself up from laughing. He smiles down at you with stars in his eyes, although you can’t see. But Mingi can. It makes him grip the cup in his hand, leaning on the porch entrance as he’s watching you laugh with his friend and not with him. It makes him boil, but also think. How can he get your attention once again?
But as he’s biting on his bottom lip while thinking, you catch his gaze. Staring into his eyes from the other side of the backyard as he’s still standing on the porch. He’s wearing a tight black shirt which is decorated with his silver chains, big black jeans as bottoms. San suddenly nudges you shoulder and you pay attention to him again. Mingi is furious once again.
You win once again, clapping your hands together and jumping into San’s arms. He hugs your waist, chuckling into your hair. Oh, what Mingi would do to be him. Are you aware of what you are doing to him? The way you make him feel just now? By looking at you? You surely don’t, because you look at him again with alluring eyes. Something snapped inside you and decided to change the game. And Mingi knows that now. So let the game begin.
He storms back inside where he left the girl he was with, dragging her out by her wrist straight to the table you were playing at. “We want to play. You guys should learn from us.” Mingi gets in position, telling your friends to take a break. He looks straight into your eyes, while gripping the tiny ball harder in his hands. San laughs at Mingi’s cockiness, picking up a ball. “Mingi. Do you really want to be humiliated?” San speaks up, getting into the same position as Mingi.
“Let’s not be so sure about ourselves.” He says and throws the ball into the cup right in front of you. The girl beside him laughs out loud, praising him with words as she hugs his arm. But Mingi stills his gaze on you. Only you.
You get the hint, so as you keep eye contact you slowly lift the cup to your lips, drinking the disgusting alcohol. You don’t bet an eye though, still looking at him.
“Alright, then let’s play.” San claps his hands, the competitiveness raising up.
After 15 minutes of intense game, you finally had enough. Slamming your hand down on the table, everyone’s attention was on you. What are you going to say now? In front of everyone, you wish to say what’s on your mind? Of course not. Mingi arches his eyebrow at your behavior, tilting his head to the side with a smirk. San looks at you with worry, silently asking if everything is alright. You shake your head and utter out you’re headed to the bathroom.
Quickening up your steps, you storm through the crowded house where people drink off each other's body or just simply take shots without hands.
It can’t be more obvious right? I mean If he now gets up and says he’s gonna check on you like a caring friend, then everyone should believe that right? Fuck it. His cock was rock hard against his pants as you were teasing him all night, and he needed a release with you. He has been waiting for it.
So he straightens up and says the exact words he said in his head. Nobody seems to care, so he turns around and hurries into the house, seeing you disappear on the stairs. He can still see your back when he reaches the top of the stairs, seeing you entering a room. When he reaches the room, he swings it open to see you standing in the center of the room. You tilt your head to the side, watching him entering the room and shut out the loud music from downstairs. He sighs out as he leans on the door, locking it behind himself.
“Are you feeling better?” He raps out and you let a smile grow on your face. You do feel quite tipsy to your liking from the previous game, and he knows it too. You hum, taking a step closer to him. “Mhmh. Now that we are alone again.” Stepping closer to him again, your shoes touch each other’s. He hangs his head down, towering over you easily. “Tell me, did you enjoy your game with your little girlfriend?” You ask, bringing your hand up to his chest, racking your nail down slowly to make him go crazy. He curts his head to the side. “I did. Did you see how talented she is with her hands?”
You let out a sigh, pouting as the words sink in. “Come on, Min. You can do better than that.” You whisper against his ear, his hands sliding on your waist. “I believe you saw how San is talented too, right?” Your lips hover above his skin, seeing goosebumps on his skin rising. He squeezes your hips. “Oh, I did. It makes me wonder though.”
You look into his eyes with curiosity on your face. “Would he be able to make you come as fast as I do with my hands?” He’s the one whispering in your ear now, making you bite your lip when he squeezes your body closer to his. “If you keep this up maybe I’ll go down and find it out.”
“I dare you.” With a quick move, his hand was in your hair, tugging it back so he could lick the side of your neck. “At the table, you acted like a bitch in heat. Playing a dovey couple with San. Fine, have it your way then.”
His fingers zip down your dress, kissing all over your chest. Your hand tangled up in his silver hair, making him look into your eye before you brought his lips to yours. Kissing you deeply, his tongue pushing its way inside your mouth making you whimper into his mouth. His hand comes up to your neck, holding you close to him. When his lips leave yours, you’re quick to attach your lips to his skin, grazing your teeth on it. His broad shoulders tense when you bite his neck, marking him visibly. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that.
“Mingi,please…” Your pleading echoes in the room while Mingi grips your thigh. You grind against him making him groan out as he tugs your panties to the side. His fingers immediately find your tight entrance,pushing them in and making you moan out as you grab his shirt.
“Tell me what do you want, princess.” He nuzzles his nose in your neck, biting on it and kissing the hurting sensation after, while his fingers indulges your puffy walls.
“You,inside me. Now, please” You tell him straight up, you’ve been waiting for this since you had your first time with him weeks ago. Not wasting any time, he switches places with you and pushes you against the door. Your hands travel down to his pants, taking his cock out as beads of pre-cum leaks down on your fingers. Moaning at the sight, he lifts your legs to wrap it around his waist, holding you close.His mouth is still at your neck when he pokes his tip to your clit, making you whimper. He groans, slamming his hand on the door next to your head. He can’t take it anymore. “I have been waiting for this for weeks. I can’t watch you with someone else who is not me.”
You grind down on his shaft, his length rubbing your clit easily, thanks to your wetness. He heaves a sigh, biting down on your neck as he slowly puts his tip inside you. You can feel him smiling against your neck, as you whimper out a sigh. “What are you smiling about?” you manage to say.
“What happened? Can’t take me? That’s just a shame.” He sucks on your skin and thumbs at your clit to ease the burning feeling. Gripping your hips harder,he suddenly fucks up into you, making you moan out next to his ear.
“There you go. Look at that princess, you take me so well.” You look down between your bodies, seeing his cock moving slowly in and out of you. At the sight, you bite your lip and throw your head back against the door. He looks deeply into your eyes. “Don’t let anyone else touch you. You're mine, baby.” He breathes against your lips before kissing you passionately. His tongue dance with yours, sucking and biting your bottom lip while he fucks you against the door mercilessly.
With a pop sound you pull away from his mouth to take a big breath. “I-I can’t take it anymore, Mingi.��� You whine, gripping his shoulder harder. He brings down his finger to circle it on your clit, making your head spin. The sensation is too much. “Be a good girl and take it.” As the words leave his mouth, he pulls out of you. At the loss of fullness, you look up at him with doe eyes. He only turns you around, bringing your hips to flush against his as he enters you once again.Both of you moan out as he bottoms out. This new position gives you a different kind of feeling, like you can feel him in your stomach. “Mingi.” His name leaves your mouth as he picks up the speed, fucking you from behind now. Your head is on the wooden door, your hands gripping the frame for support as his hands travel on your body. Suddenly, he moves an inch to the side and he hits the perfect spot inside you, making you cry out. “Fuck!” You clench down on him hard.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He groans out at the feeling, almost coming undone thanks to you. But he keeps himself back, his priority is to make you come first. “Baby if you keep doing this I won’t be able to keep myself back.” He bites your shoulder from behind to muffle his moans, and you groan out, clenching on him again purposely. “Fuuucking hell.” A growl leaves his mouth, speeding up once again to chase your high.
“I’m- I think i’m—“ You mumble out, taking his hand into yours as you can’t hold yourself back anymore. “Come on baby, make me come.” He says as you moan out his name one after another.
You feel him twitch inside you as you come around him, your mouth hanging open in a silent gasp when he circles his thumb on your clit once again. He comes with a whiney moan, swiping your hair to the side so he can bite the side of your neck. You feel like your legs are going to give out in a second, but Mingi catches you just in time.
As you two try to catch your breath, you realize that the party outside is still indeed going, and you two told everyone that you would go for a quick bathroom break.
But no one has to know what really happened.
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Songbird Pt. 9
Buggy x F!Reader
Summary: Buggy pulls you from your girl's night only for you to find your captain's emotions running wild.
Warnings: fluff, angst, smut (drunk sex, misuse of Devil Fruit powers, oral f.receiving, slight restriction, p in v, biting), use of Y/N
Word Count: 6.0K
A/N: Heyyyyy guys!! Back with some of the main story!! Sorry it took....a while 😬. I hope you all enjoy!!! 🩷🩷🩷
Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes
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Girls night. 
You hadn’t had a proper girl’s night since you were very little with your mom. Those nights where it was just the two of you played a card game together whenever she had a day off from work, which had been far and few in between. 
You had no siblings to account for and, though Nami had been a good friend, she had been too worried about Arlong and her family to truly be able to relax and have fun. Understandably so. 
So when Esmeralda and the other girls aboard the Big Top told you of their tradition, which took place whenever they made dock and the boys went to some crummy bar to drink, you were ecstatic. 
You helped them gather supplies of cheeses, meats, grapes, and copious amounts of alcohol and you all huddled together in your shared quarters, gramophone playing the latest songs Esmeralda had collected that day. 
So far, Emi had shown off her sword-swallowing skills, Seqii and her Aerial Ensemble had done shots standing upside down in a pyramid, you had sung three silly drinking shanties, and Esmeralda had cried about her horse-turned-cat food. 
You now sat in a circle on the ground, shoving the remaining meats and cheeses into your faces, talking about anything and everything that happened within the varying relationships amongst the crew. 
“Cabaji made me scrub the deck two times. Two!” Seqii complained, her drink sloshing around dangerously in her cup as she turned towards Emi, who was equally as off-balanced as her friend. “Can’t you swallow his sword, Emi? Make him loosen up a bit.” 
“I swallow his sword every godsdamn night and --hic-- he still makes me re-tie lines even though they were perfect--hic--before.” Emi hiccupped, downing the rest of her drink. “Just how the guy is. Commanding. Just how --hic-- I like ‘em.” Seqii gave a dramatic roll of her eyes, loudly disagreeing with that statement. 
“What about nice? Gentle?” Esmeralda slurred horrendously from where she sat next to you, one arm looped through yours while her other hugged the skittish contortionist, whose head lay in her lap. Emi and Seqii both booed her, making the ex-equestrian huff. 
“The difference between you and --hic-- the rest of us is you like like Mohji.” Emi hiccuped, spurring Esmeralda to pull from your hold, flabbergasted. 
“He’s nice to me and he loves me. Sorrrryyyy.” She all but shouted, making Emi and Seqii laugh like a pack of hyenas. Esmeralda snatched the bottle of wine Seqii had just picked up in something like payment and the aerial performer let her with a wide grin. “I’m not the only one who like likes who we are with. Y/N like, likes the Captain.” 
Your own laughter was cut short as your heart nearly stopped in your chest. All eyes around the room snapped to you to see if what Esmeralda said was true. 
That warm, fluttery feeling rushed around in your chest at the mention of your captain. A feeling you had been struggling to get back under wraps, but nothing you did ever could lessen the happy feeling. 
The thought of his smile had that feeling soaring. The thought of his sea-glass eyes and his bad jokes and the gifts he would shower upon you--
You gave an elongated, scoffing pfftt with a dismissive arching motion of your hand…and then another and another. 
“Shit. She more than like likes him.” Seqii said, her grin turning shit-eating. 
“I like no man. Men are gross. Ew.” You hissed, wobbling a bit as Esmeralda all but crashed into you on her way to flop on her back. 
“Ughhhh--you’re in denial.” Seqii continued, grabbing the wine bottle back from Esmeralda before she could spill it all over the floor. 
“It’s no --hic--fun.” Emi popcorned in, snagging the bottle from her friend and taking a long swing. 
“You know what is fun?” Seqii asked, fixing you with a mischievous smirk. “Telling us about how good in bed he is.” You felt your face flush at the statement, a few girls giggling and gasping around the room. Others egged you on, all but begging you to tell them. 
“That’s priv--” You started, only to be cut off by Esmeralda popping back up with a near-matching mischievous grin. 
“How big is he?” Your mouth fell open at her bluntness, but the woman only laughed away like it was no big deal. “Tell me when to stop, okay!” She said excitedly, placing her hands together before gradually pulling them apart. “Tell me when to stop--tell--there's no way--Y/N! Tell me when to stop!”
“I’m not--” Again, you were cut off by a loud burp from Seqii who had regained the wine bottle back from Emi. 
“Who cares --hic-- how big he is. I need to know if his dick can --hic-- chop off like the rest of his body.” Emi hiccuped, her question earning a collective eagerness to know from the gathered group. 
“Pleaseeee!” Esmeralda begged, latching onto your arm and shaking you. “I’ve told everyone about me and Mohji--”
“You and Mohji’s sex life is vanilla.” Emi started, making Esmeralda gasp.
“It is not vanil--” 
“I want the juicy --hic-- details. Tell us, come on!” Emi finished, everyone quieting down again to watch you, waiting for any snippet you might give up. 
You thought about it for a second. Thoughts that were fogged and blurred from all the drinks you’d had. Loose thoughts that had you thinking of all the dirty things Buggy did to you and you did to him. 
Had his dick ever detached during your escapades?
“I don’t know.” You slurred on a shrug, earning a collective groan from the group. “I’ll ask geezzzz. But Buggy does this thing where he detaches his--” A loud thump sounded at the door, cutting off your story and earning yet another groan from a few of the girls. 
Another thump sounded and you thought it reminded you of a body getting slammed into a wall. A body that kept fumbling back a bit before attempting to knock once more. 
“Shit--the fucking boys are back,” Seqii grumbled as another thump sounded through the room. She grumbled some more as she stood, wobbly navigating her way through the collection of bodies sprawled over the floor. The door was flung open, letting in a chilled breeze that rose goosebumps to your skin.
Standing there, looking just as drunk and disheveled as the rest of the group, was Buggy in all his Buggy glory. His make-up smeared over his skin, his smile wide and bright, and his hat sitting a-skewed on his head, hanging on by some miracle. 
“Captian Buggy!” The girls all cheered at his appearance. Buggy grinned widely as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
“Girls! My loyal crew!” He cheered right back, pulling his hands from his pockets and into the air, wiggling his fingers in his excitement as confetti in a rainbow of color rained down onto the floor. You giggled with Esmeralda as more cheering filled the room.
“How’s your night going? Hope I’m not interpreting.” He said, a few of his words coming out elongated and awkward, but no one truly seemed to notice or care because you were all giggling, wobbling, drunk messes. 
“You could never --hic-- interpret captain! Come in!” Emi said, her tone shifting the slightest bit to be more kind towards her captain. “Y/N was just telling us--” You shot her a warning glare that only seemed to amuse her. “How much she likes it here!” 
“Oh was she? Heh. Good.” He said, stumbling into the room, Seqii shutting the door behind him. Those green-blue eyes found you and filled with that softness you had spotted here and there in them. A look that spoke to the same feeling thrashing about in your chest, wishing to meet it. 
“Baby--ugh I mean Songbird--Y/N,” He finally got out. You’re name felt strange spilling from his lips, but you loved it just as you did hearing the nicknames he conquered up for you. 
A few girls around the room gave giddy little laughs at the nicknames, which you shot them their own warning glares for. 
“I always love to hear feedback from the crew. ‘Specially from you newbies. Helps me know what’s workin’ and what’s-” he gave a little burp in the back of his throat as he came to a wobbly stop next to you. “-what’s not.” He stammered on, waving his hands around as if to emphasize what he was saying, confetti that had stuck to his gloved hands falling into your crossed lap.
You huffed with a roll of your eyes as you pulled yourself up, bumping into his leg as your wonky vision threw you off balance. Strong, gloved hands grabbed you under your arms and helped hoist you up, making your face burn. 
“Are the others back?” Esmeralda asked hopefully, sitting herself right-side up. 
“Only lil ol’ me. Sorry, Es.” Buggy said, a hand falling away from your body only for the last to stay glued to your back. You leaned into his touch, loving the feel of his warmth, a warmth strong enough to seep through the white fabric of his glove and your shirt.
“Captian, before you drag our glorious singing songbird off, could we hear one more song?” Emi asked, raising the last wine bottle. “We still have this whole bottle left,” 
“Sure. No skin off my nose.” Buggy said, turning to look your way with a shrug. 
The room went deadly quiet at his words. 
Breaths were held and prayers were muttered. 
They were words that, under any circumstance would have gotten someone mamined--killed. 
But as he looked at you, all that flashed in his eyes was that softness which had never once left them since his arrival. He looked--at ease, almost. 
It was probably just all the alcohol he had drank that night. 
Probably all the alcohol you had been drinking, making you see things.
“Heh. Nose.” He said, bopping your nose. You watched his grin grow wider--a grin that sparked your own to cross your lips. “Sing the one ‘bout that bottle of rum that’s hard to open.” 
“Aye, aye Captain.” You said, giving him a little salute, which he wobbly gave back. 
You instructed everyone who wished to participate to form a circle, snatching the bottle of wine from Seqii before you hopped into the middle, starting the fun and upbeat shanty about a crew of pirates who find a mysterious bottle of rum floating in the sea. A bottle whose cork was too tough for the captain to open, so it was passed around and around the crew, trying desperately to find someone who could open it. 
Once the first verse was sung, setting the disastrous scene for your own crew, you passed the wine bottle to Buggy as you began singing the chorus. A chorus that spurred your captain to pass it to Emi who passed it to Esmeralda and around and around the circle of the bottle went. You followed it, skipping and hopping and dancing away as your crew joined you in singing the chorus. 
You froze as the chorus ended, the bottle landing in Buggy’s hands on a last pass from Seqii. He winked your way, making your mouth run dry as he raised the bottle to his painted lips. 
You almost forgot all about the silly little song you were singing as you watched him, but found the will in your foggy brain to sing the second verse. Buggy chugged and chugged, his throat working with each swallow of the liquid. It had your alcohol-flushed body burning up that much more. 
The girls gave another round of cheers as Buggy detached his head and hands so that the rest of his body could do a twirling dance to the music you provided. 
When the verse came to an end, his head and hands popped back into place and he quickly passed it to Emi who passed it to Esmeralda and so on and so on as you sang the chorus once more. 
Several verses later, the bottle ran dry with a hiccupping hoot of triumph from Emi, who held the bottle high as you finished the song. 
You gave a flashy bow as the girls and your captain cheered for you, blowing kisses here and there around the circle. Buggy detached a hand to pretend to catch one high up, holding it carefully in his palm as he put it in his coat pocket. 
“Thank you, thank you! I’ll see you all bright and early tomorrow morning!” A groan spilled from a few of the girl's lips at the thought of what tomorrow held in store for them. Mainly; all the chores to be done that Cabaji, no matter how hungover, was sure to have to get done.
You looped your arm through Buggy’s and let him lead you out of the room, which you took one more look over your shoulder to look at your friends in their varying states of drunkenness.
“Ask him!” Emi mouthed your way as Seqii did the simple magic trick where one pretended like they were pulling their thumb from its joint…but she had positioned her hands at her crotch with a grin so wide it almost spilled off her cheeks. 
You shook your head at their silliness and persistence to know of your private endeavors…but it had piqued your interest if not in the slightest.
The hall was chilled compared to the body-filled room you had both just been in, which erupted in more laughter as you shut the door behind you. A chill that Buggy’s body, instantly wrapped around yours, shielded you from. 
He placed a big old, smacking, wet kiss on your cheek, making your heart flutter like some caged butterfly. 
“That was so fucking sexy, songbird.” He said, words still coming out warped from all the alcohol he had drank against your temple. 
“Oh yeah? You liked my little jig?” You murmured back, turning your face to steal a glance at those eyes you couldn’t look in long enough.
“Hell yeah. Got me all hot and bothered.” His lips kissed your temple, then your cheek, before latching them onto your neck. You hooked your fingers over the back of his neck and pulled him in closer, savoring the tingling sensations that shot over your skin at his sloppy affections
“Should I do another one?” In hardly the blink of an eye, Buggy grabbed hold of your hand and in a quick, sharp movement that had you wobbly all over again, spun you around and away from him. 
“Please do another one.” He begged, eyes eating up your body as you fought to regain your steady footing. 
“Aye, aye captain.” You laughed before starting to sing an upbeat shanty as you spun and moved your body to the phantom beat down the hall and around the corner towards the stairs. Buggy followed after you, joining you in song and grabbing hold of your hands here and there to give you a little spin. 
When the song came to a close, Buggy gave a loud hoot that echoed back at him and mixed with your laughter. He was quick to scoop you up into his arms, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that had your alcohol-fuzzed brain going near blank. 
“Sing again for me, songbird.” He asked against your lips. You kissed him again before pulling away, Buggy giving a little whine to let you know you had pulled away all too quickly. “Did you eat dinner?” Buggy rolled his eyes, his arms snaking around your waist once more.
“Baby--”
“Baby.” You insisted, wrapping an arm around his neck. “I’ll sing for you while you eat? How does that sound?” Light lit up Buggy’s eyes as he nodded several times at this, making his face, in your drunken state, go all fuzzy. 
“I should really promote you to be my negotiator. You’re--” He gave another burp in the back of his throat that you crinkled your nose at in disgust. “Soooo good at it.” 
“Only for you, Captain.” Buggy’s grin widened and he leaned down to claim your lips in another sloppy kiss, but you were quick to place a finger over his puckered lips. “Food first.” Buggy groaned dramatically, grabbing hold of your wrist to pull your finger from his lips.
“Fine.” He gruffed, all but dragging you to the kitchen so that he could eat and get on with kissing you. 
The kitchen had been left in a state of disarray thanks to you and the girls ransacking its stores as soon as the kitchen staff left for the night. Kitchen staff you knew would set Cabaji on you all to clean it all up in the morning.
Buggy gave a groaning oof as he flopped himself onto one of the stools sitting before the island, plunking his forehead against the wood. You chuckled at him and opened the fridge.
“Why’d you come back so early, baby?” You asked, rummaging around for the leftovers you had saved from the diner you and the girls had gone to dinner at.
“I’m too old to keep up with the others anymore. Got tired.” He grumbled making you roll your eyes.
“Oh is that right? Then we should head to bed after this? Get my old man his full eight hours of beauty sleep?” You teased, grabbing your leftovers up. 
Even in your alcohol-fuzzed state, Buggy having yet to snap something back at you was strange.
Turning around, fridge door shutting softly behind you, you found Buggy’s face buried in his hands, shoulders quivering. 
Crying. 
Buggy was crying. 
It had panic and concern shoot through your chest rapidly, your leftovers abandoned as you rushed to his side. 
“Buggy? What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, smoothing your hands over his back and arm to try and get him to look at you. To comfort and console him. “D-did I say something to upset you? I’m sorry, baby, you know I don’t think you’re old--”
“I missed you.” He moaned out. His words--they more than shocked you. 
He had missed you. He had missed you so much he had left the bar early and was now crying about it. 
It was…sweet. And doing nothing for that warm, fluttering feeling invading your every sense. 
“You--you missed me?” You asked, gently grabbing hold of his hands to pull them away from his face. His make-up was done for, smudged so bad it had all but blended into his skin. His watery blue-green eyes looked up at you, only overflowing with more tears as he nodded.
“Baby I missed so much.” He whined, grabbing for your shirt weakly as if it was his anchor in the raging storm that was his emotions. “They can’t sing like you--they don’t know half the lyrics.” Tears continued to spill down his cheeks as he pulled you closer. “And--and I just--missed you.” 
You smiled kindly at him, cupping his face with your hands and wiping away each tear that escaped his eyes. 
“I’m here now. And I still owe you a song.” More tears fell from his eyes despite your attempt at comfort, his face falling against your chest as a sob shook his shoulders. 
You were trying not to laugh--not to let that giddy feeling escape your chest through a silly giggle at your captain's confession. At the discovery that Buggy was a drunk crier. 
You pulled his hat off his head, placing it on the island counter before going about taking his bandana off so that you could brush your fingers over his blue hair, which he had put in a singular braid. 
“Fucking gods I missed you.” He sobbed again, burying his face deeper. “You’re--you’re just so beautiful and too kind to me.” 
Beautiful. He was calling you beautiful.
Your heart was beginning to race with that feeling. With that overwhelming swell of that naggingly warm emotion. 
A swell that the alcohol in your system was threatening to spill. 
To spill the three words you had been struggling to hold at bay. Words that were just on the tip of your tongue--words that began to form and fal--
“And--And your tits are so soft and round and I missed them so much.” And that feeling was swapped with utter annoyance. 
“Really?” You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders to try and shove him away, but his grip on you was iron-like. 
“What? It’s true!” He moaned out mournfully as he nuzzled his face between them. You huffed, feeling just the tiniest bit hurt in that moment when you had thought you were getting a sweet, tender confession from your captain. 
“You just missed my tits? Is that all you missed?” You snapped, Buggy’s face pulled from your breast so he could show you all that sadness welling in his soul. 
“No.” He whined, resting his cheek again on your breasts. “I missed your ass too.” 
“Jackass.” You grumped, yanking yourself away from the clown who gave another pitiful moan. 
“Baby--” Buggy started, grabbing at your arms and hips to try and keep you close. You fought not to give in and fall back into his arms, especially when a wave of fresh tears were rolling down his red and blue smudged cheeks.
“I don’t think you deserve a song now, since you only missed my body” You huffed, crossing your arms and turning your head away from him. 
Buggy moaned yet again, his head flopping onto the kitchen island once more and falling off. His shoulder drooped and his arms fell off, chop-chopped into pieces on the floor. It was a pile of chop-chopped limbs that continued to grow the longer you stayed away. 
“Noooooo. I missed your voice.” He cried, his gloved hands inching their way up onto the island surface. “I missed you being mean to me and I mi-missed you takin’ care of me even when I don’t deserve it.” Those chopped hands continued to cross the wooden surface towards you like some strange spider. Fingers that brushed against your arm in a weak attempt to pull you back.
“I don’t deserve you--you’re too good for me. I’m a shitty shitty fool and you’re a perfect dove who's too bright for me.” 
And now you felt like the asshole. Because none of that was true. Because Buggy was perfect for you in every way. He was more than you deserved. He was better to you than any person you had had a semblance of a relationship with had ever been before. 
You didn’t deserve him. 
“Buggy. No. That’s not true.” You started, going right back over to the chopped-up pile he had become. Buggy was quick to pull himself back together and was pulling you eagerly into his orbit once more. 
“It is.” He cried, knuckles no doubt going white under his gloves at the tight he was holding onto your shirt. “I’m the East Blue’s biggest loser. The biggest in all the Blue Seas. You deserve someone who is better. Someone like that fucking shit-for-brains swordsman or shitty blond pretty boy.” You shook your head, gently pulling his fingers from your shirt to hold his hands tight. 
“I don’t want them. I’ve never wanted them. I’ve only ever wanted you.” Buggy shook his head and you took his chin in a gentle scoop, keeping those sad eyes on you. “And I don’t think you're a fool. Not one bit.” Doubt and self-hatred continued to bubble in Buggy's watery eyes. Emotions you never ever wanted to see shining in them. Emotions you had put there. 
It had your heart beating painfully in your chest. Had your hands sweating and blood running cold. 
You were making him cry. You are a burden to him. 
“I--I don’t deserve you.” Buggy scoffed at this, disbelief thankfully lessening those hurting feelings in his eyes. “I don’t. Before I met you--I was nothing. No one. Just an empty vessel floating around on some godsforsaken ship. A husk trapped in a cave. And now--now you make me feel--full. Like a real person. You make me feel so--so happy.”
“But you would be happier with--” 
“I wouldn’t. I know I wouldn’t because I wasn’t.” Buggy’s bottom lip quivered in warning of another body-shaking sob. You couldn’t--wouldn’t see him upset. Upset over something you had foolishly started. 
“I lo--” Your words lodged themselves in your throat. Words that had been threatening to spill from your mouth from the moment you had caught him singing your song to the night air all those weeks ago. Words your heart and soul begged to speak but your mind caged--bulling them away in fear. Fear of him rejecting such words. Words that were more than just words. 
Words that sobered you right up, letting every last bit of panic flood your chest now that the dulling fog had vanished.
Buggy’s own breath hitched in his throat. That warm look you had spied in his eyes more and more often flashing through their watery depths. A warm look that was overpowered by those hurting feelings you had been trying to save him from. 
“You are special to me.” You managed to croak out. Your heart was beating faster. So fast you were sure it was bruising itself against your ribs, making it hard to breathe. “And--and I want to be here. With you. And I don’t want you to feel that way. Not with me. Because--because you’re too special to me.” More tears fell from Buggy’s eyes and your panic gripped at your heart tighter. 
Had you only made it worse? Had you said too--
A hand grabbed hold of your jaw, pulling you against Buggy’s smudged lips. Lips that kissed you soft and sweet. 
He kissed you slowly. A slowness that spoke louder than any words he could have possibly said in that moment. A kiss that had your eyes sparking with tears right alongside his own.
You grabbed him closer, pressing your body against his as much as the stool would allow. But it was nowhere near close enough. It would never be close enough. 
Your hands moved over his braided hair, down his stubble-lined jaw, and neck. Hands you moved under his coat to try and shrug it off his shoulder so you could feel his warm skin against yours. He chop-chopped his arms from his shoulders to let the coat slip off more easily. Arms that were instantly around you once reattached, hands finding their way under your shirt.
The kiss grew more hungry--needy, but that passion never once fled. A passion that burned through your heart, which struggled to keep the balance between your fluttering feelings towards this clown, and your darkened ones. 
You felt the muscles in his arms work against your hands as he grabbed you up in them, laying you out on top of the kitchen island. 
Random bottles and bits of trash you and the girls had littered it with clattered to the ground, but it hardly mattered. Not when Buggy was trailing a wet line of kisses over your jaw and neck and the swell of your breasts. Not when he pulled your shirt up to continue to leave opened-mouthed kisses along your stomach. 
You breathed his name as he began to tug your brightly patterned pajama pants over and off your legs. 
Those sloppy kisses attacked your calves and thighs--lips that turned biting every so often and had your body sparking, mind fogging in utter lustful need. 
“F-fuck, Songbird,” Buggy spoke around a mouthful of flesh. “Always so ready for me.” You gave a shuddery gasp as a detached hand came to rest over your pelvic bone, thumb running over the thin fabric that still covered your dripping core. 
“Always, captain.” You moaned out, reaching to feel over his cheek and jaw. Those damned fingers passing over your clit, sending a jolting shock through your near-burning body. “P-please--baby, I need you, please.” You begged.
“Let me taste first, baby. Please let me taste you.” He begged right back, his kisses growing ever closer to your weeping pussy. You whimpered but nodded at his request. A whimper that turned sharp and whiny when those wet kisses were placed over your covered core. Buggy moaned against you, tongue creating a dampened patch on your underwear right above your entrance. 
“B-Buggy--please.” You moaned out, hips starting to ground against his mouth, fingers, and nose to create more and more beautiful mind-numbing frustration. Buggy cursed, that detached hand pulling away from your covered clit to start pulling your underwear down. 
They didn’t get very far over your thighs when Buggy’s tongue ran through your folds. You cried out his name, underwear restricting your legs from opening further for him and all but clamping down around his head. 
You couldn’t find the strength within yourself to stop rotating your hips against his mouth--to try to stop chasing your high long enough to loosen your grip on his head or make sure your underwear wasn’t choking him out. 
But those chop-chop abilities handled all your worries.
His head detached from his neck, freeing your legs from their awkwardly folded position and allowing his hand to finally yank your underwear from your legs, giving you the freedom to hook them over his shoulders, granting him full access to your needy pussy. 
His head popped back into place just as his tongue dipped into your fluttering core, lapping up every last bit of your ever-growing arousal in sinful slurps. 
Your fingers wove their way into his hair, messing up that braid, as your hips ground against his mouth near frantically as that build deep within you began to wind. That detached hand crawled over your stomach and found home once more over your pelvic bone so that it could rub circle after circle into your clit, winding that coil ever tighter. 
You moaned Buggy’s name like a prayer as he continued to fuck you on his tongue. As his own moans vibrated through you and set into motion that snapping release within you. 
A release that tingled through your arching spine and sent that white buzz flooding through your thighs and core, which constricted around Buggy’s tongue. 
You fell back against the counter, sweat making your skin stick to it and chest heaving up in down to catch your breath. Your fingers mused through Buggy’s hair, your thighs twitching and whimpering gasps falling from your mouth as Buggy’s tongue remained buried deep within you, licking up every last bit of your finish. 
“B-Buggy,” You moaned, yanking weakly at his hair. “Ne-need you in me. Please.” Buggy mummed in acknowledgment, sending pleasure-filled vibrations through your sensitive core. You bit your lip as he continued to eat you out--as his fingers continued to rub mind-numbing circles into your clit that had your hips and legs twitching as if to try and get away from the persistent assault of your sensitive body.
“Buggy.” You whimpered, yanking at his hair just the sharpest bit tighter. He pulled from your core then, but not without trailing his drooling tongue back through your folds one last time. You wiggled your hips against the burning feeling that shot through you. 
“M’kay, baby.” He murmured, kissing back up your exposed stomach to find your lips once more. The feel and taste of spit and your release had your mind spinning all over again. Had you hooking your legs together around his waist, pressing his hardened cock against your reignited arousal. 
You moved to fidget with his belt buckle, spurring that detached hand to help you loosen it as well as yank his pants and stripped boxers down far enough to let his cock spring free, it tapping against your sensitive clit. Buggy hissed at the feel of your slick against the reddened tip of him. 
You scooted closer, your ass all but hanging off the edge of the kitchen island so that Buggy’s cock lay flush against your throbbing folds. His lips left yours, resting his forehead on your collarbone so that he could watch as he split you open on his cock, that little whimper of his you loved spilling from his lips with every inch inwards.
You cradled the back of his neck as your walls flexed and adjusted for him, that shimmering pleasure starting that coil deep within yourself up once more. 
“Fuck, songbird.” He groaned lowly as he bottomed out, his lips kissing the valley between your breasts. “So good--always feel so good.” Your lips kissed the bit of his forehead you could reach with a stratified hum. “A-always so good for me. A-always take care of me.” He mumbled, pulling himself out to his red-flushed tip before quickly thrusting back into you, pulling a gasp from your lips.
That shimmer turned into a pleasant buzz with each snap of his hips against your own. A buzz that built with each pass of sticky, warm skin, burning lips, and biting teeth. 
Buggy’s sea-glass eyes found your own once more and you’re breath hitched at the warm emotions swirling within them. Emotions that stayed, not chased away by doubt or fear. 
“I-I--you’re special to me, songbird. You--you make me happy. Happier than I’ve been in years.” Tears pricked at your eyes. Tears you fought against but ultimately lost to. Buggy kissed them away, his thrusts slow and circling to keep you closer. 
“I--I think--” He hesitated, his breath huffing against your cheeks as he continued those shallow thrusts. Thrusts that allowed his cock to hit every last nerve ending within you, starting that white buzz you knew meant the coming of your second release of the night. “I--I missed bein’ ‘round you and it had only been a couple of hours. Fuck--you’re so godsdamn special to me it hurts, songbird.” 
You huffed against the rise of emotions flashing through you. Emotions that only swelled that much more when he nuzzled his nose against yours. When he purposely brought attention yet again to his nose. His nose he protected against insult with rage and violence--but he was letting you near it--feel it. 
He pulled away to look into your eyes again and you found tears were pricking at his own eyes once more. 
Slowly, as to give him more than enough time to pull away, you leaned in to place a small kiss to that nose of his--a nose that complemented him and one you loved. Buggy blinked, those tears rolling down his cheeks. You smiled at him through your pants, wiping his tears away. 
Your lips found his once more in a slow, open-mouthed kiss that brought you two that much closer.
That white buzz zapped through your thighs and spine and toes as it shot through down your core once more, Buggy’s name moaned into his mouth. 
He moaned your own name into your mouth, cock twitching and balls pulling tight before spilling ribbons of hot come deep within you. 
You both fell slumped against each other, taking in each other's air as heavy panting filled the air. 
“I’m…I’m sorry for cryin’,” Buggy mumbled as he pet over the bits of your exposed skin he could get at. You placed a kiss to his neck, fingers messing with his braid. 
“It’s okay, baby. Crying just means you had a good night.” Buggy gave that funky laugh of his, kissing your cheek as he made to look into your eyes once more. His smile, so bright and wide, nearly took your breath away. 
“You’re right. I did.” His lips claimed yours in a kiss just as sweet as the words he had uttered to you moments ago. 
“Hey…Buggy?” You asked once you had fully caught your breath. 
“Yeah, songbird?”
“I was just wondering…what all can you chop off?” Buggy blinked at you in thought, not truly understanding your motives. 
“Well--everything, I guess. Why--” Buggy cut himself off when he spied the mischievous smirk pulling at your lips. You clenched your tired walls around his softened cock in way of question. “Fuck, songbird.” He cursed, his pupils slowly growing larger in lust.
“Can it?” Buggy leaned so close that the tip of your nose touched his. It had your heart fluttering all over again.
“Want to find out?” He asked with a smirk to match your own. 
“Yes, Captain."
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namelesslosers · 11 months
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the sweetest con | aegon ii targaryen x reader, aemond targaryen x reader
requested: can I request aemond starting to fall in love with aegon’s betrothed, but aegon isn’t a neglectful fiancé or anything
warnings: none. word count: 2.3k AN: Hope you like this, anon 🥰
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It was a surprise for the whole Realm and the members of the Small Council. He was expected to follow his ancestor's steps and be betrothed and married to his sister. That was what his grandsire had in mind from naming him after the Conqueror to being elated when his daughter sired a girl. But it was all blown to the wind when the Queen denied that suggestion and firmly stated that she would not put her children under such queer customs of House Targaryen. No, she saw how even the thought of being married to his sister troubled her eldest and she could not bring herself into forcing them into such an unhappy life. She was living proof that getting married when neither party wanted was a downfall scripture. 
No one was expecting Aegon II Targaryen to be betrothed to Vaemond Velaryon' only daughter. She was three-name days younger, being eighteen when the betrothal was announced. They were complete opposites and everyone knew of the Prince's vices and visits to the Streets of Silk. Many members of the council were extremely worried about what that union could mean since house Velaryon was mostly supporting Rhaenyra's claim to the Iron Throne after King Viserys' passing, but marrying one of them to Price Aegon while knowing of Otto Hightower's desire to have his grandson on the throne could cause a diversion of the Velaryon house and also have it colored black and green. 
Y/n Velaryon was admired by the small folk of Driftmark and even if she would not inherit lands under her father's name - he was a second son himself. She was considered to be a 'Seaflower' since she would interact with the small folk, distribute food to those in need, and on rare occasions she would bring a small group of children to spend the night inside the Driftmark Castle. Even though the castle was considered grim and cold, she was giving many of those children the experience of a lifetime, and even Rhaenys Targaryen, The Queen Who Never Was, could not deny that her niece had a big influence on how the small folk viewed their leaders.
It wasn't long before she moved into the Red Keep with two of her handmaidens. Her father insisted that it would be a good idea to have her get close to the prince as much as she could since their wedding would happen in less than two moons' time. So there she was, walking through the gardens of the keep followed by her soon-to-be good brother.
"I must admit, My Prince. It was quite an impressive ball the one your mother planned for your name day. I haven't seen anything of the kind yet," she said cheerfully 
"Although I had asked my mother not to do something as grand as she did, I cannot deny that I enjoyed myself. We had a great time and even my brother wasn't insufferable as he usually is," Prince Aemond, the queen's third child replied with a shadow of a smile painting his lips. 
"Oh Aegon isn't that bad," she said on behalf of her betrothed "Sure he can be over-excited at times but he holds no ill feeling in his heart"
"Except when he is drunk" Aemond pointed with a smirk "Which it's a daily routine of his"
That statement earned him a chuckle from the lady by his side and he took his time in observing her beauty. How beautiful she was and he was so happy and relieved that she was not scared away by his injury. He knew and has heard many ladies saying that he would never find a true friend or companion in anyone because of his maimed face and over the years he'd grown used to the fact that that might be true. Aemond was shocked when he was approached by the lady only a few days after her arrival at the castle that would become her home. She had a serving girl bringing a teapot and two lemon cakes for them and that was the first time they actually sat to talk. They spent hours talking about the history of their houses, the small folk of both Driftmark and Kings Landing, she asked him about dragons and even confessed that she was not very good at High Valyrian even if Princess Rhaenys would take her time to teach her and her cousins. Aemond confided in her the fact that even though he had Vhagar and was extremely proud of his bravery in claiming the ancient dragon, he would wonder at nights what would his life be like if he hadn't left his chambers that fateful night in Driftmark.
Aemond was grateful to the Seven for gifting him with such a delightful companion and as the days went by he started feeling more and more for the lady. He knew that she was going to be married to his brother in less than a moon's time, but still, he could not wish more to have been the first son his mother had sired. Maybe he would be the one to have the hand of the lady he grew to adore so much. She was kind to his mother and sister, would talk politics of his grandsire and even on the few occasions where the king would be present, she would manage to get a strangled chuckle out of him. But most importantly, she talked to him as a long-time friend and would come to his aid when he'd have pains due to nerve damage. She was the one that he would feel most comfortable with without his eyepatch on, and not once had she turned away her eyes or flinched when she'd assisted him in cleaning the sapphire that replaced his eye. That warmed his heart in ways that he had long forgotten and thought would never manage. He was becoming aware of the feelings he was having for her the Seven knew he had read many books himself before, and a majority of them would tell the tales of one in love and the feeling in his chest had been many times described by the old pages. He was in love with her and he knew he would never have her.
He saw how his brother acted around her, the longing glances, sweet simples, lingering touches. He noticed how Aegon would put an effort in showing up in his best every morrow so they could break their fast together; how he more than once took her to the Dragonpit and took her twice on a ride on Sunfyre's back; how he would make sure the servants only brought her the freshest fruits in the keep after she mentioned she really liked them; how his drinking habit had been diminished in half, and even his visits to brothels seemed to have shimmered down. Aegon was also in love with her and it really made Aemond's chest tight. For once in his life he had seen his brother act like he always wanted him to, and the one time he did was when they both loved the same woman.
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The sound of coordinated footsteps traveled through the colored walls of the keep and soon three small knocks reverberated on the door of her chambers. She put the book Prince Aemond has given her that afternoon and wrapped a long and heavy robe around her body as a "Come in" left her lips. She was slightly surprised to see the choppy stands of Aegon as he walked in.
"Mother said I should come and speak with you one last time as your betrothed as tomorrow we will be going to sleep as husband and wife," He said and walked to sit on the empty chair beside her bed. 
"Oh, yes. A very good idea from the Queen," she smiled fondly at him. "How are you feeling, my Prince?" 
"I honestly could not put it into simple words, my dearest. In the beginning, I was a little scared that you and I were being forced into something by our parents, but as time went by and I got to know you in the few weeks we had, I was happy that my mother accepted your fathers request as I grew to admire and fall for you," he chuckles lightly. "Never thought I'd hear myself saying this"
"Oh, Aegon. I understand it, I was terrorized by the idea that we would despise one another but being granted the courtesy of sharing my mornings and days with you, lifted that weight from my heart and I knew that you will be the very husband I always wished for. The one I can share not only my bed, but my heart with and possibly have his in return," she brightly smiles as she places one of her hands on his left cheek. "I guess both our parents do know what is best for us," she says as a small laugh passes her lips. 
"I guess we should raise a toast for the both of them at the feast," He says as a bright smile paints his features and she couldn't help but admire how beautiful he was. The way his eyes would trickle when he smiled and how they would also become small as his cheeks raised. 
These past weeks have been as if she was given a task to admire the Targaryen men that surrounded her. Where Aegon had no issues getting into random conversations, Aemond could spend hours talking about his passions. Aegon would easily mingle and talk to random people, and Aemond was more reserved and would watch. Aegon was slightly shorter and had a stronger body as his brother was tall and lean. Aegon sported neck shoulder length hair and Aemond would have long silky white hair painting his back. Where Aegon couldn't hide his facial expression, Aemond's eye would tell everything he thought. But one thing she could not differ from both princes: the way their violet eye shone whenever they looked at her. how much affection they held for her. She knew it to be true for she felt the same way. 
It was never something she planned to have the affection of both of them, but how could she turn away from it without denying her own feelings? She was going to marry Aegon and she was happy with it, excited even, but the thought of seeing Prince Aemond in the Grand Sept knowing that part of her heart he would always carry as his own made a cold chill run down her spine. Oh how unlucky she was to be in a situation where she would keep only half of her heart. 
"Is this a new book?" She heard the Prince's voice break the comfortable silence that had settled apart from the sound of the fireplace.
"Oh yes, it is" she smiled as she looked at the book in his hand "Aemond let me borrow it."
"Hm, it sounds like something he would do" Aegon confirmed.
Another silence bathed the space.
"He is in love with you" He declared.
"I know" Y/N confirmed and had to swallow a lump that formed in her throat.
"He is my brother and, it may not seem like it but I care about him and there isn't a night where I don't regret not being there for him." He confessed as he studied the book in his hand. "I know and I have been told that he would be the right match for you. Sometimes I wish Mother had set you two up" He sadly smiled, "But as I've grown to feel for you, I hate to declare that this will be my most selfish act against my brother. As he became someone better so have I and how much I like this man that now lives inside of me. I know it would never make up for the wrongdoings I have and that I will never be as deserving of your hand as he is, but I simply can't help it"
His words weighed her chest for a moment and she was long minutes at a loss for words. He had also been dealt with the same cards as she and to see him speak of this situation involving his brother in such an affectionate way brought a solemn smile to her own face.
"The Mother knew what she was doing when she had the Maiden nursing our hearts to be bonded as one. I feel for Aemond as deeply as I feel for you but the three of us are burdened with the morals and duties both our houses require."
Unbeknownst to the couple inside the warm walls of Lady Velaryon's chamber, near the door stood a figure with white hair and violet eyes that had just heard the confessions made by both and although his heart ached for both pain and love, he knew that she was right. Very rarely duty and love would walk hand in hand and he knew that, at this time, it was not a privilege he was granted. Still, his heart was happy at having her as his dear friend and keeping her in his life than not having her at all. She would be a good wife for his brother and that was also part of why he was contented with the situation, Aegon deserved someone as good as her. 
With a sad smile on his lips, the younger Prince retraced his steps with the small number of yellow flowers and lemon cakes he brought with him in a basket. His mind was as lost as the possibility of being the only one in the lady's heart, he did not notice the soft look in his mother's eyes as she watched him from the other end of the hall. And for the first time in all these weeks, she asked herself if she was right in putting Aemond as a second choice for the betrothal to Vaemond's daughter. She loved seeing Aegon changed and owning to his position as the first son of the King, but she also yearned for the version of Aemond the lady brought back. How difficult the following years could be for her good daughter.
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lumizwrld · 10 months
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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 🂺
"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨."
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➢ ¡Switch! Ryohei Arisu ♥︎ Black Fem Reader
☕︎ word count ・4.0k
(no cuz there's barely any smuts of him, so I gotta be the one to make some because he's so fine and nobody wanna give him love fr)
⚠︎NSFW WARNING⚠︎
cw ✐ intoxication, shy Arisu taking control of you, fingering, dick sucking, missionary, deprived reader and Arisu, submissive and dominant Arisu, whimpering, dirty talking, riding, overstimulation, teasing, nearly caught, sex in a hot tub, drunk sex
✍︎ Summary = Arisu and you had accompanied a blowout party right before Hatter's death and the 10 of Hearts game, he proposed you both ease and take some time into partying away the night, sipping your desperations away, and soon after you both ending up in a hot tub together. During your time, you both don't speak until the silence is broken, all these emotions end up being confessed, and soon after you find yourself on top of him, confessing a love of desire for each other. ✧
✄ This is literally my first ever smut LMAO but I've spent months trying to articulate this shit and IT'S FINALLY FINISHED. ♡ Sending much love to all who read this and like it #yallfrthebest♡
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Tranquility, the littlest ripple of water or even taking the slightest breath would disturb the moment of solitude between Arisu and you.
The pool deserted hours ago, leaving nothing but clutter and the two of you intoxicated. Unwinding in a hot tub, out of sight from the Beach. Nothing but emptiness appeared to run across your minds, speaking not a single word to each other in the past hour but rather the language of eye contact.
How deliberately his eyes had wandered on your frame, tilting his head with parted lips as his arms folded. He kept wondering what ran through your dazed mind, minding the fact of how lethargic you occurred to him. Your inanimate body sat in the same position for the past hour, eyes lost in the waves of the water while running your fingers through the tangles in your hair. Seemingly, at this moment, he had gazed intensely at your beauty, gradually scrutinizing every subtle part of you. He didn't comprehend why he felt so fond of you in this very moment, nor did he comprehend why his body began to erupt with ardor, nonetheless, he just felt so guilty to think of you in such a way. But how was it that this wasn't the first time he had thought of you like this before? How tensive the yearning of attaining a slight touch on your body besides your hands seemed like a wish come true to him, to feel the weight of your body rest on his lap, caressing your hips while you reflected down on him so passionately. Well, even the innocent-looking guys appear to have the heaviest thoughts.
Regardless, Arisu was way too shy of a guy to express any of that to you, considering how close you both were. So there he sat, withering in a lustful pool of desirable intentions of you, rewinding themselves in a constant motion. Curiouser and curiouser he thought, how would you feel if he were to make a slight move on you? What type of feelings did you have for him? Did your feelings fall in unison with his? He sighed, catching your attention accidentally.
“You tired Arisu?” You questioned, a small grin appearing on your face.
“Kind of.” He grinned in unison, “Are you?”
“Yeah, but I like it out here.” You responded, “It's peaceful, but it's been quiet for too long. How about we break the silence, do you know how long has it been since one of us has said anything?”
He chuckled, “I can’t even remember, but break the silence huh? In that case, how do you like it here?” He questioned, resting his elbow on the rim behind him.
“It's a vibe, most of the time. Then again it beats me how after the games everyone can just go back to normal and party as if nothing happened. Somethings up about this place but I can't seem to put my finger on it.” You claimed, embracing the sides of your body as you averted your eyes toward the water and then back to him, “What about you?”
“Yeah, it's the same for me.”
“It's so crazy, I still can't believe you're an executive, it shows how special you are Arisu.” You grinned.
“Heh, special? They only need me for the games, I'm not that important. Why do you think that?” He questioned, tilting his head curiously.
“You're able to figure a game out and win no matter the difficulty, I mean...I'm pretty good at solving games but I tend to have a bit of trouble.” You asserted, watching him smile softly.
“Hey! You're just as smart! Your confidence is what makes you special. Y'know sometimes I can be confident, well- barely most of the time. But with your confidence and how you get right into the game without needing help, it seems as if you don't even need me. Now that's something, I would say, special about you Y/N.” He conversed, slouching forward to you.
You giggled, “Thanks. Honestly, without you, I don't know where I would be.”
“Anytime. I can say the same for you Y/N.” He giggled in unison, gazing at you. “Hey...What are your thoughts right now? I know it's a bit off-topic but I wanna know what goes through your mind?” He uttered in curiosity.
“Well, nothing right now besides the next game.” You responded.
“There has to be something you're thinking about...I-I mean It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it I understand, but we can never just talk and have serious conversations that much, I wanna take this time to understand you more.” He expressed.
“Understand me more? That's so adorable of you to say. I...I really--Well, actually there is something.” You articulated as his eyes glistened, “Recently, I've been having these emotions...About someone. It's not that important but, I wonder what they feel about me.”
“S-Somone?”
“Yeah. I don't know...I’ve been feeling so heavy with keeping this building up inside me.”
He had maintained his breath, wondering, was this feeling towards him? Did she...finally find someone else? Who was this person, and what did she see in them? He brushed his chin, “Can you tell me about them?”
“Well, he’s a nice guy, but that's all I can say.” You grinned.
“Oh…I-I don’t know what to say I-" He stammered, "Do you have an emotional connection with him? How does he treat you? Has he ever made it evident on how he feels toward you?” He questioned, evidently uninterested yet uncomfortable to admit.
“Well, he never admitted it, he preferably holds in his feelings someway like me. However, I can tell he sees something in me…I-I might be wrong but…” You expressed, reflecting your gaze into his. However, he sat there so oblivious. Slowly averting his eyes from yours, he could feel nerves run down his spine as he observed you gradually swimming towards him, “He has to confirm it to me, otherwise, there's nothing else I can say about him.”
“T-Then you're gonna have to speak to him about it...” Arisu stumbled with dilated eyes, “Y/N, w-what are you doing?”
You tilted your head at him, relaxing your hands on his thighs, “Nothing, it's just funny how clueless you can be sometimes.”
“W-What do you mean? Clueless? Me?” He stuttered.
“Arisu, I love how innocent you are,” You emitted, softly giggling as a faint gasp fled his mouth. “You have something, that I never knew I could be so tempted to before. You think I don't know how you feel about me, yet...I see it all over your face.”
“I...I don't understand what you m-mean.” He stuttered as you watched his pale complexion shift.
“I hope you don't find it weird of me but, I hear you every night. Sweat runs down your face as you whine and groan in your sleep. I don't want to be weird but, I tend to observe you once in a while. There have been times I heard my name fly out of your mouth in a way that...Made me feel things at night. I see the way you are with me, that's why I have to be the one to initiate things. You’re so shy yet...You’re so bold with yourself that, you show it to me without even noticing that you're doing it.” You spoke softly, watching his eyes roam all over your face.
“Is…That bad?” He doubted, choking up with surprise.
“It’s adorable, really.”
“I…I-"
“Why are you nervous? Is it because I finally called you out on it?” You giggled as you slowly crept closer to his face.
“Y/N...I-I don’t know what to say I-” He spoke with chuckles in between, concealing his agitated state.
“Confirm it. Confirm those thoughts you have of me, Arisu.” You urged, lust sparkling in your eyes. “Why is that, you being so shy right now is making me feel so needy.” You expressed with your lips scarcely touching his.
“N-Needy? I'm making you needy?” He asked, embracing your arms tightly.
“Is that bad?” You reverted, watching him resist the urge to kiss you.
“N-No! I-I just didn't expect you to be so turned on right now...Y-You didn't have to call me out like that you know? For a second, I-I thought you were talking about someone else.” He doubted.
“I don't know. Maybe I was, maybe I was talking about-” You teased, sensing his hands bind your waist profoundly and arrange you on his lap roughly. “Who? Don't play around now” He asserted, evidently more confident than before, “You can't just take back what you said now can you?”
“Arisu-”
“What's wrong? You can tease me but I can't?” He uttered mischievously, releasing your waist and repositioning his hands on your wrists. “I don't think it would be fair now, would it?”
You deeply sighed, abruptly sensing the pounding of your heart. Surprisingly, he had reverted your energy. You didn't acknowledge how turned on you made him, scrutinizing his eyes satisfy themselves with lust as his breathing heightened. “What are you doing Arisu?” You contested, knowing his intentions with a grin.
“What you want me to do, confirm my feelings to you.” He whispered, seizing a kiss from your lips. He hauled your wrists to his neck, signaling you to grasp him as his hands went about on your waist. His words were assertive, yet, his kisses were subtle and deprived. You felt so vulnerable, sensing his trailing hands up your back towards the string of your bikini top.
“You say I'm bold? Then, let me express these feelings I have for you.” He pleaded, trailing his roaming hands down to your thighs gradually. “Let me show it by pleasing that deprived pussy of yours.”
“I-Arisu-” You whimpered, racing your fingers through the back of his hair.
“Was I too forward? Heh, I'm sorry about that. Do you want me to beg? How about I just beg- let me touch you, let me please.”
“I…I-" You choked, averting your eyes back and forth from his hands to his face.
“Please Y/N…I’ll do anything for you.”
You felt appalled, your pumping heart racing to a burst as you desired to risk it all for him. It was all your fault, teasing him was amusing until he revealed to be so deprived. Apparently, you adored every extent of his pleading.
“I was only teasing, I-I didn't mean to make you so-”
“Turned on? Horny? Eager to fuck you? Awe, but this is what you wanted Y/N.” He pleaded, reaching his face toward your neck “You say it's all over my face but...Your beautiful face says it all as well." He teased, darting his eyes at your adorable flustered face.
“Fuck.” You whined.
He delivered a giggle, fondling your inner thigh. “I know how shy I can be but, you made me think things through with myself and...” He spoke before, drawing aside your bathing suit and gliding his fingers into the folds of your pussy, “At this moment, I'm permitting myself to be confident with you.” You bounded your arms around his neck, feeling his fingers explore your pussy as he kept his eyes on you. Circling your clit gradually, he watched your body squirm slightly, making himself comfortable when he discovered the right spot to attend to.
“Ari-Arisu!" You gasped as his lips seized your neck, leaving kisses and subtle bites all over to overstimulate you. Your breathing became erratic, uncomprehending on whether to respire or moan. However, he carried support with which to focus, picking the momentum up when he caught your struggling state of fixation.
“Awe- keep saying my name beautiful. Your cries, the way how your body responds to my fingers, it's showing me how much you're enjoying this.”
“Stop being so cocky- fuck- please” You whined, bucking your hips as his free hand groped your tender breasts.
“Yeah? But your loving every moment hani, swaying your hips to the rhythm as you make beautiful songs along the lines? If only you could see how gorgeous you look right now Y/N.” He teased as he grasped your chin, seizing another kiss that forced you to moan in his mouth.
(Hani ~ Honey) inspo goes to @usetheeauthor
You could feel his fingers reposition themselves, his thumb this time circling your clit as two fingers began to entreat the entrance of your hymen. At this point, you had given up, permitting himself to stick his fingers all the way inside your needy pussy. His rough fingers, fucking your insides, making you toss your head back, whining his name as he reached closer to watch your reaction, “Yes Mommy, you like that huh? Fucking you like this with my fingers?” Arisu questioned with pleading eyes.
“Mommy?- Fuck- You are enjoying this aren't you-” You moaned in between your words, observing his innocent smile which made you smile in unison. You felt like such a slut at the moment, giggling intently while moaning for him to fuck you faster.
“Is making me feel like a slut turning you on? Is watching me ride your fingers like this while you sit there, make you throb?” You teased, watching his eyes dilate in shock. “You don't think I can’t see how badly you want to touch it?” You giggled.
His head was thrown back by your words, stopping the pace which allowed you to pose next to him. Squeezing your warm body next to his, wrapping your leg around his as your arm wrapped around his head, forcing him to look at you as you slowly trailed your fingers down his chest. This was all a little trap. “I see right through you, catching at all that confidence exposed like that, how I loved every bit of it. However,” You spoke, sensing his heart race, “You will always be a shy guy to me, and I tend to have a weakness for guys who-” You spoke whilst caressing his hardened bulge, “are so shy to even let a word form out of their mouths, Arisu.” You asserted.
“Hah-” He whimpered, with worried eyes and quivering lips as you kissed his cheek.
“You taking control yet, trembling immediately is so hot to me Arisu.” You whispered, reaching your way into his shorts.
“R-Really?” He trembled.
“Oh but yes puppy, so hot to where...I was desiring to fuck you so badly, letting your cum drip out of my pussy."
“Y-Y/N fuck-” He whined, sensing your hands grasp the tip of his dick.
“Yeah, just imagine, my pussy fucking you like this.” You insisted, stroking the tip.
Arisu jerked up instantly, huffing out a moan to the sensitivity while all you could do was giggle and stroke him faster. His tensive body rapidly reacting to your strokes made you torture him even more, whispering lustful lullabies as he could do nothing but whine for help.
“F-Fuck mommy, please don't focus on the tip s-so m-much.” He begged, shoving his head into your shoulder as you fondled faster, hearing his whines all in your ear.
“Awe, but baby you're enjoying this though. I bet if I keep going, keeping all my attention on your tip just like this might make you cum like a good boy huh?”
“Yeah?” He moaned, “You wanna make me cum Mommy?” He moaned again, tossing his head back as you compelled a kiss on his lips. Keeping a fast pace, his face was as red as a rose. Watching him catch his breath as he could feel his essence grow nearer, you could only imagine how hot he would sound when he cums. How could only a little tease from you, end up at this point? How was it that, you both went from sitting across each other with no communication to him begging, whining to cum for you? He wrapped his arm around your waist, signifying how close he seemed to be.
He exhaled deeply, “W-Why am I starting to feel it-”
Your eyes glistened, just hearing those words made you focus even more on his tip. Gradually edging him then giving him a ruined orgasm was your plan, like just imagine, his cum spewing all over your hands as he begged for more, whining to fuck your pretty body and treat you like the fucking slut you were…However, he grasped your hand and stroked it himself at a rapid pace.
“A-Arisu?” You questioned as he attained a kiss, feeling your body maneuver slowly closer to him.
“I-I don't wanna cum y-yet.” He stammered, quitting his strokes. It seemed to be all a blur because, you didn’t imagine yourself looking up at his pretty face while his dick stood tall in yours. You were stunned, feeling your body shiver and your cheeks flush up with warmth. Abruptly how close his dick was towards your lips, you didn’t even expect him to be big since he was skinny compared to you. Sweat was rushing down his face as he caught his breath, looking downward at you so innocently while you slowly grasped him, lips parting until he gently grasped your hair, pushing you closer to the tip.
“Is this what you want?” You spoke whilst subtly leaving kisses.
“Y-You don’t have to…” He stammered.
“You want me to though, you wouldn’t be holding my hair up like that unless you wanted me to-” You spoke, suckling gently.
You watched him struggle to pull the bottom hems of his shirt up, munching down vigorously as your hand trailed up his stomach.
“You’re gonna have to use your big boy words, tell me you want me to-” You teased, licking him as he groaned in his shirt.
“M-Make me cum in your mouth Mommy.“ He whined indistinctly, surveying you to consume him slowly as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. You sensed how hard he was inside your mouth, tasting his surging pre-cum as well as how nervous he seemed to be in this situation. His straining body, veiny hands tightening on the grip of your hair as you mouth fucked his dick sloppily, you knew for a fact he couldn’t think straight at all. You had made full eye contact with him, however, he couldn’t force himself to stop tossing his head backwards from all the pleasure you were tending him, it made you smile because you knew that if he were to keep his pretty eyes on you, this session would last for only a minute utmost.
“Look at me Arisu-“ You demanded, trailing your tongue on his shaft.
“I-I’m trying hani-" He whined, breathing heavily in between words.
“I'm sorry, I got carried away. I just want you to last a little longer okay?-“ You pleaded, suckling the tip again.
“You doing anything will make me cum quicker Mommy.” He whined, “B-But if you want me to last,” He indulged, positioning his hands on your jaw, signaling you to stand up, “Don't put all your attention on me please, I don't want you to sit there unsatisfied.”
“H-Huh?” You startled, feeling his hands grasp yours and then drag you to the rim.
“C-Can you sit on the rim for me?” He questioned, watching you sit for him.
“Arisu? What are you doing?” You questioned as he grasped your thighs gently, spreading them apart and pulling you close to his hips.
“I've never expected this to happen,” He uttered, grasping his dick and slowly entreating the lips of your pussy, “Watching you while you're in pleasure...I-It does something to me Y/N...”
“Arisu-” You moaned, locking your legs around him, “Tell me what you want- don't be nervous please.”
“Let me f-fuck you please, listening to your pretty moans knowing they're from me, watching your pretty face make those expressions that I-I-”
“Love? Then, don't tremble to puppy.” You uttered, feeling his free hand grasp the back of your neck, forcing your upper body closer to his, “I want all of you, give it to me…Ryohei.” You begged.
You watched him throw his head back. It was something that had set him off, your pretty voice begging for him to enter you and the way how you cried out his name. Regardless, you couldn't waste any time, feeling so needy that you penetrated yourself with him. Hearing him moan in unison with you as your eyes averted directly at each other. He whimpered, slowly thrusting himself. How sensitive he became inside your soaking pussy, gripping your neck tighter as you begged him to fuck you profoundly. He completely submitted to you. You couldn't focus on anything in this moment, not even his face, you tried to block out his moans but he pushed you further into a breaking point where you couldn't do anything but respond vigorously, surrounding your arm around his neck, bringing him closer into a sloppy kiss while singing in each other's mouths, increasing his pace inside you.
“S-So aggressive-” You panted, “Keep going my love.” You panted again as you brushed his damp hair away from his beautiful face, wanting to see him in action.
“I wanna see your pretty eyes while you fuck me like this.” You begged, biting your lip as he grasped your neck gently.
“Yeah-Keep talking like that Hani, I love it when you fucking tease me.” He whimpered, struggling to catching his breath, “M-Mommy s-stop squeezing me l-like that.” He whimpered once more, elongating a fuck from his mouth as you marked his neck.
“W-Why? Are you starting to feel it? I'm sorry it's not my fault your s-starting to make me--” You whined, sensing his twitching body strain from exhilaration.
He groaned, pulling you closer, almost picking you up off the rim. “Do it on me please, I want you to please Hani.”
He soon begged you to stretch out your legs for him, arranging his arms to your sides as he slowly thrusted deeper inside you. Watching his face strain with every stroke as you couldn't take the pressure, gradually playing your clit in front of him.
“Oh fuck- l-let me do it, let me do it for you Mommy please.” He begged, shoving your fingers away as his thumb was thrown on your clit, circling you in rhythm with his strokes.
“Ryohei--you're so desperate.” You moaned in anticipation, “S-Stop- I'm starting to feel it--” You stammered, however, he responded with a kiss.
“Do it all over me please hani, be comfortable with me please.” He huffed, pulling away but resting his forehead on yours while gazing into your eyes. “F-F-Fuck-” He exclaimed, “I'm starting to feel it too-”
“Keep going my love, drain yourself into me please, you're doing so good. I want you to give me all of you please puppy.” You begged, seizing your sporadic breaths out your mouth as his tongue instinctively entered.
“Y-You want me to c-cum inside you momma?” He pleaded, sensing an abrupt warmth about to surge out of him. “M-Mommy- I...I feel...it...Y/N.” He whimpered.
“Yeah? You feel it Ryohei?”
“Yeah- I-I feel it Mommy I feel it-”
“Then cum inside me Daddy, please.”
“Ohh fuck- M-Mommy I'm gonna cum I'm gonna-”
“Y/N...I...I love y-”
....
For a second, you thought you had seen things. (That's when you knew, he had fucked your brains out completely.) A beam of light had flickered on his face. As he kissed you again, you kept your eyes open, and that's when it happened again. To make sure you were correct, you turned around to see a flashlight in the far distance...
That's when you shoved him away from you.
What, the absolute, fuck...
“Who the hell is still out here?” A voice spoke, flashing his light on Arisu's face, he covered his eyes from the high beam while you quickly shoved his shaft back into his pants, fixing yourself up afterwards and pretending as if nothing happened. The guy soon flashed his light on you but you couldn't make out who it was until he laughed.
That's when you realized.....
“I would never expected a fuck fest to happen out here now.” The voice spoke, you quickly presided your eyes at Arisu, watching his eyes widen with shock.
“No...N-Niragi?” He stumbled.
Niragi soon made himself visible. He watched you both stand there like complete idiots while he obnoxiously laughed, “What could you both possibly be doing eh? You virgins need to go the fuck to--wait--” He hesitated, taking another look at you both once more.
“What?” You spoke, watching his jaw drop.
“No--No--NO--I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE IT-ARISU-YOU-FUCKED-HER?” He exclaimed as Arisu had glanced at you innocently, “NOW I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD HANDLE A WOMAN WITH CURVES.” Niragi exclaimed again.
“Cut the bullshit we weren't doing anything.” Arisu claimed, leading you out the hot tub.
You watched Niragi walk over, scanning you both down as he took a slight whiff, “Bullshit? Oh but I smell nothing but sweat and sex. It’s all over your faces.”
“Don’t go near her.” Arisu claimed, pulling you closer to him as Niragi looked downwards at you with a snarky grin.
“Y/N, tell me, how good was his fucking eh? I don’t know what you see in his loser ass, but I bet if I had my way with you, you wouldn't be standing here so pretty.” He commented, laughing as Arisu stood in front of you.
“She wouldn't go near you at all, what makes you think you can say that bullshit huh? We were just leaving.” Arisu snapped, grasping your hand generously.
“Arisu, oh Arisu, the only thing that was leaving was that cum you've been saving for how long now? Watch yourself, don't make it a habit of fucking in public, unless I'm in it.” He laughed, winking at you then soon after glaring down at Arisu.
“C’mon Arisu, lets go inside now.” You insisted, hauling him away from Niragi.
“Hmph, are you okay?” He questioned.
“Yeah I'm alright. I am so sorry for what I am about to say but--Niragi ate you up with that comeback.” You spoke, covering your mouth as his eyes averted to your face.
“WHAT?”
“I'm sorry!” you giggled, watching his serious face break down into a light grin.
“Because it's you, I'll let it pass. Your mean.” He uttered, lightly pushing you away before grasping you and pulling you in close, “He could've at least waited, I don't feel it anymore...”
“Oh? So what I'm hearing is, your desperate and you still wanna cum huh?”
“NO I-I”
“I'm playing! Sorta.” You giggled, watching his face fluster.
“H-How was I anyways, I feel like I didn't do good enough.” He doubted
“Oh puppy, you were spectacular. However, I still wanna finish you off.” You uttered.
“F-Finish me off?”
“You thought cumming inside me was gonna be it? Oh love, you will always remember how good we fucked, even when I'm not there, I want you to throb every time you think about it.....”
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7 ‘’I love it when you touch me like that.’’ for JJ
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Initially, it was a ‘no girlfriends’ camping trip, but Kie didn’t want to be the only girl on the trip so she invited you and Sarah. She liked being one of the boys and hanging out with them, but being alone with three boys for a whole weekend in the woods was more than she could handle.
After sundown, you wrapped yourself in JJ’s hoodie, no longer warm in your denim shorts and tee shirt. Pope and JJ were working on the dinner — campfire grilled cheese — while John B. was making sure the fire would not die. You, Kiara and Sarah were helping wherever you could.
‘’Don’t eat the whole bag, it’s the only one we have,’’ JJ told Kiara who was eating another marshmallow.
She took another and flipped him off in return, making you and Sarah laugh.
You sat beside Kiara and took a marshmallow too. ‘’After a whole weekend with boys, we’re in need of a girls night very soon.’’ You turned to Sarah, her house being better suited for sleepovers.
It was fun to spend time all together, but watching movies in the Camerons’ huge movie room and complaining about the annoying things your respective boyfriends do in your pajamas was nice too. Sometimes, Sarah steals alcohol — wine — from Rose’s collection and it’s a whole other level of fun.
At the end of the night, half of the beer stash was gone and everyone was drunk. Even Pope. He rarely let loose, so it was fun to see him being a teenager instead of the responsible grown up he always tried to be. By the fire, Kie and JJ shotgunning cans of beers while Sarah was half asleep on John B.'s shoulder — she was a lightweight.
It's been a while since you all had this much fun.
After JJ lost to Kiara, he threw his beer can with the rest and stifled an exaggerated yawn. ‘’I think we’re gonna turn in,’’ he announced, coming to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
You let him pull you up and followed him to your tent. Once the door was zipped up shut, JJ dragged you down on the sleeping bags and began kissing you. It was messy and needy, but that's to be expected after drinking that many beers.
A hiss left your lips and you pushed JJ off. ‘’Ow, something’s digging in my back.’’ You reached under you and removed whatever was under you, tossing it aside without any care, then grabbed JJ by his shirt collar and re-attached your mouth to his.
Your hands went around his neck and his hips rolled against yours, eliciting a small moan. JJ was hard beneath his shorts, his cock pressing firmly on your thigh. He did it again and you met his movement, making the both of you moan.
‘’Shh. We have to be quiet,’’ you chastised, but JJ was not listening, busy with his mouth on your jaw and neck, nipping and kissing. 
Kie, John B. and Pope weren't dumb. They knew exactly what was happening inside your tent, but you could at least have the decency to not be fucking loud. The woods are very echo-y. Even more so at nighttime. They didn't want to hear their friends having sex a few feet away.
You pulled off your hoodie and shirt, leaving you topless. The air inside the tent was a bit cold, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps and your nipples to perk.
‘’Hello beautifuls,’’ JJ said in true JJ Maybank humor, looking at your breasts with boyish heart eyes. ‘’If you had told me you weren't wearing a bra, I would've taken you here a lot sooner.’’
You giggled, the red of your cheeks matched the red of his hat, which was somewhere inside the tent.
His mouth attached to your nipple and you quickly launched for the camping light, only now remembering it was on. ‘’Turn the fucking light off!’’
‘’But I can’t see in the dark.’’ JJ turned it back on and you turned it right off. 
‘’If you turn a light on, everyone will see the shadows of what we’re doing inside the tent. Have you ever gone camping?’’ you asked, snatching the light from his reach so he wouldn’t turn it on again.
‘’Yeah. Big John took me and John B. on many camping trips. I’m a camping pro.’’ He winked at you before getting back to business.
His tongue swirled around your nipple, putting his dirty mouth to another use than coming up with dumb ideas. ‘’Mmh, J.’’ Your fingers grabbed at his hair, soft sighs leaving your lips. 
While this was nice — okay, really nice —, you were dying for JJ to touch you. 
As if he had read your mind, he slid a hand down and under your shorts and underwear and pressed against your clit, eliciting a choked gasp. ‘’Yes.’’ your hands grabbed at his shoulders, fingers digging into his tanned skin when he began teasing your clit. ‘’I love it when you touch me like that.’’
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TOM - SMUT
based on the Deftones song, "Mascara."
Tom Kaulitz - Mascara
Tom. 
His name rang in my head all day like an annoying fly. Ever since we broke up I couldn't stop thinking about him. When I'm eating, having a shower, sleeping, he's in my dreams, nightmares, when I'm shopping, talking to a guy. He's always in my mind. I can't seem to get him off of it.
We only broke up 3 weeks ago and it was painful. I don't even know why I did it. If I broke up with him, why am I the one to always thinking about him? 
I broke up with him because we were at the club and he was kissing up on another girl. Yes, we were drunk but he should think better. The same night I told him it was over. I told him to not call, text, speak, or even look at me. And he didn't. For some reason I thought he was going to be the one crawling back to me. But no. I was the one who, really badly, wanted to rock up to his house and try to get together with him again.
It was probably too late. He probably had many different girls in his bed the next day. Hell, there could be one in his bed right now. But the guilt never left me. I still wanted him.
It was a Saturday evening. I was chilling in my living room watching T.V. It was the one and only time I wasn't thinking about tom. Only because my mind was empty and I was somewhat invested in the show I was watching. I've been sitting here for like 2 hours doing nothing. 
A commercial came on and this was my sign to get up and try to sleep. As I was putting away my dishes and turning off the T.V. I heard a faint knock on the door. It caught me by surprise because it was almost 10:30 at night and the streets were empty and dark. Who the fuck was knocking on my door?
I put my dishes in the sink and walked to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. 
“Hel-” My throat felt like it was going to close up at the sight I just set my eyes on.
I swallowed hard and I blinked a couple of times when I realized that Tom was on my front porch. When I finally thought I had stopped thinking about him, he's standing in front of me. Only a couple inches away. 
“Hi y/n.” He finally spoke after I stared at him trying to process why he was at home.
“What the fuck do you want Tom?” I asked him, trying to fight the everlasting feeling that I was dreaming for this day to happen. I wanted him to come back and beg me to be his again. But I had to stand my ground since I was the one who broke it off with him.
“I wanted to talk.’’ He admitted. “I know it's been a while, but I've been thinking about you ever since you broke up with me. It's been eating me alive.” He walked into my house basically inviting himself inside. But I let it happen. I wanted to see what he had to say.
“Okay then. Speak.” I said , crossing my arms, we both sat on the couch a good distance apart.
“First of all I wanted to say I'm sorry. Second, you've just been on my mind 24/7 and some little voice in my head is telling me to talk to you, make things all better, get back together again. But I need to make sure you're on the same page as me.” He spoke out. Some words I couldn't understand because his voice was cracking with pain. 
“But Tom, how am I supposed to know that you're being truthful when you went and kissed another girl right in front of me. And now you rock up to my house asking for me to forgive you but how can I?” I managed to say without exposing what I have truly been feeling. It was true I did want him back. I just wasn't going to make it easy for him.
“I know but I was drunk and you know that.” He sighed
“Okay? So? You still kissed her disregarding my feelings." I snapped back at him. 
“And I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say other than that I'm sorry and that I need you back. I haven't eaten well or had a good night's sleep because of you. I think about you all the time and I can't deal with it anymore. I can't deal with you not being mine.'' I was taken aback by his words. So he did feel the same the whole time. 
“Tom, I don't know what else to say. I can't forgive you that easily.'' The voice in my head was screaming at me to take him back and forget about what he did to me.
“How about I show you. Show you how sorry I am.”
“How are you going to do that?” I asked.
“By doing this.” Hthen caught me in a soft kiss. Way different than the way he has ever kissed me before. It felt good. Almost like I was floating on clouds.
He pulled away, “There's something about you, that I can't get out of my mind. Your eyes. Your smile. The way you speak, the way you look at me. I have to keep you as mine.” 
“Show me how you want me Tom.” I said boldly knowing what he was going to do with me.
Instead of responding he grabbed my face and forced me into a harsh kiss. Immediately shoving his tongue into my mouth. Gaining that possession over me.
I whined against his lips. My hands found the loose parts of his braids. Fiddling with them. He pushed me on the couch and let go of my lips, to take off his shirt and mine. He unbuckled his belt and took it off. Kicking his jeans off with his legs as he kissed my neck at the same time.
I also kicked my pants off and wrapped my legs around his waist. He groaned at my heat rubbing against his hard on.
“Tom just fuck me already.” I said, trying to get straight to the point. 
“Anything for you, baby. You're mine now.” With those 7 words (LOL DEFTONES REFERENCE) he took off my bra and panties and he took off his boxers all in the span of 10 seconds.
He wasted no time in flipping me over so that we were in doggystyle. His favourite position. He slapped my ass earning a small yelp from me. He then lined himself with my wet hole. “Are you ready, baby?” HYe asked, making sure I was okay with all of this.
“Please.” 
He then pushed himself inside of me in one go. I moaned loudly and clenched around him forgetting just how big he actually was.
“Fuck you okay?” He asked as his eyes closed with my tight walls closing against his dick.
“Yeah, yeah you can move now.” He pulled himself half way out and thrusted at a slow pace to stretch me out and get me used to his size.
“S-shit Tom.” I moaned, feeling him carefully pound into me. My head fell as the pleasure hit me.
“God, you take me so well.”He groaned. 
He started to go faster. Pounding into me. His body slamming against my ass as he went deeper inside of me. Moans escaping my mouth as a result. 
He grabbed my hair into a ponytail and pulled me flush against him. My back hit his chest and stomach as he used his other hand to lightly wrap around my neck. I whimpered at the new angle he put me in. 
“Fuck tom! You feel to g-good.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He placed open-mouth kisses on my neck. Creating hickeys that could last for a week, without fail.
“Yea? You like me, making you feel good.” He teased, bringing his hand that was around my neck to my clit. Pressing on it. Not rubbing it just yet. “You're gonna cum with me? Make me fill you up?” 
“Yes Tom, please.” I moaned out.
He started to rub my clit. My body was shaking with pleasure as he was making me reach my high. His thrusted started to get sloppier, indicating that he was close to cumming as well. 
“You're mine now, understand. I love you so much, I can't lose you again.” He spoke with harshness and with a slight tone of affection. 
“Mmm, I love you too.” I breathed out, my climax getting even closer now.
“Cum with me, y/n. Come on.” He groaned.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I came as he did as well. Our juices mixed together as he pulled out and let me down slowly. I laid on my stomach recovering from my high. He came and laid right next to me and kissed me on the check.
“I love you so much. I don't ever want to lose you again. I'm so sorry” He petted my hair and kissed me between each word.
“I love you too Tom. I'm sorry too.” I looked him in the eyes and pecked his lips.
It's too bad…you're married… to me.
omfg this is amazing, i loved writing it.
BYE BBYS <3
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bitchinbarzal · 1 year
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missing you, quietly — luca fantilli
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warnings; mentions of death & suicide. read at your own discretion.
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Nobody really remembers what happened that night. They were up by three in the second period, everyone was happy.
Someone, an officer administrator came out onto the bench and called over coach. He walked off and spoke to her before he returned, his face was white.
Nolan noted the whispers of the staff and he looked concerned but before he could ask what was going on, Naurato called the officials over.
They huddled up and mumbled to each other before the officials announced
“The game has been stopped per request of Michigan, all remaining minutes will be played after a period break”
Nobody knew what was going on as they traipsed back to the locker room.
“Coach what’s going on?”
He stood in the middle of the room and cleared his throat “We were just contacted by a member of campus police. A student has been killed on her way here this evening by a drunk driver”
There were immediate mumblings of who it was.
Brandon turned to Ethan who dropped the stick in his hand and scrambled for his phone. The sudden movements caught everyone’s attention.
“Ethan, buddy don’t-“ “No! No, it’s not her!”
Coach watched him as Ethan called you again and again with no response. Tears streamed down his face and coach sighed
“The student who was killed this evening was y/n”
Everyone walked to console Ethan while Luca sat in his stall, mouth opened and heart beating at what felt like a million miles a minute.
They never went back out to play. Michigan forfeited the game.
The days and weeks following your death were nothing short of painful and silent.
Ethan went home to be with his family in this time but ultimately it was decided the Edwards would hold a funeral for you in Michigan, that’s where you felt at home.
Luca didn’t talk much to anyone. Adam had made comment about it once or twice but their mom simply said “Luca’s an empathetic boy, Adam he’s probably just feeling sorry for his teammate”
He wasn’t. He was heartbroken over the death of the love of his life.
Luca attended the funeral service and sat in the back row, waiting until everyone had left to then approach the front and mumble through his tears
“I miss you, so freaking much baby”
He consoled Ethan on occasions, listening to him tell everyone nobody knew what it was like to be this upset. While Luca hadn’t lost a twin and he wouldn’t know that feeling, he so desperately wanted to shout out how he did know the sadness because he was sad too!
He didn’t. He stayed quiet.
Luca thought that by three months past your death, it was all over. He didn’t have to bite his tongue during commemorations of your life.
That was until the team were suiting up for practice one Wednesday morning.
"how you holding up, Eddy?"
Ethan shrugs "My moms still hysterical everyday but the police dropped off her phone to me on my way here" he says, waving your iphone around in his hand.
"You look at it?" Mark asks, slipping his jersey on.
"Nah, I don't know her password"
"It's you guys' birthday" is all mark replies, earning a skeptical look from Ethan but it works and Mark smiles
"She always let me use her phone for the aux in the car'
Ethan stands and scrolls through your phone. Your background was a picture of you and him on his draft day, the devils jersey in your hand while you looked so proud.
A few texts from friends and family members gone unread; mom, dad, even one from him he sent late the night you died begging you to call him and say it wasn't true.
then he landed on a text thread from 'my love
he clicked on it, eyebrows furrowed. There were messages sent since you died.
call me, tell me it isn't true
baby please, please be ok
I love you, come home
There were more he read through, still no idea who this person was. He clicked on the contact and dropped the phone, causing everyone to look over at him.
Ethan looked up, eyes scanning the locker room until they landed on who he'd been looking for.
"You son of a bitch! You were fucking my sister!"
Ethan storms across the room, out to hurt someone when he was held back by Adam, Luke and Mark
"Ethan stop, he was not!" Adam yells.
Luca gulps "Yeah... I was"
Everyone stared at him, he felt as if the walls were closing in on his chest.
Adam steps forward, protecting his big brother “Back off Edwards… I mean it”
Ethan scoffs “You were seriously fucking my sister? Dude what the fuck is wrong-“
“I was not! I wasn’t just- Jesus, fuck Ethan she’s dead stop being so fucking vulgar!” Luca screams, throwing his helmet across the room.
The rest of the boys take a few steps back.
“I wasn’t just fucking her, she’s not some puck bunny you dick! She was my girlfriend!”
Ethan scoffs “no, she would’ve told me”
“No, she didn’t want to because she was scared of how you’d react… clearly she was right!” Luca snaps, shoving past him and leaving the locker room.
Ethan stands with his chest heaving still “Can you believe him?”
Nobody speaks until Johnny stands up “You didn’t hear him Eddy, he screamed and cried that night I thought he was actually going to be sick and he couldn’t breath”
Ethan’s glare snaps to him “So you knew?”
“y/n used to tell you she was coming to study with me but instead they’d go out together” Johnny sighs “She liked him a lot and she didn’t wanna tell you because she was scared it would hurt the team”
Ethan doesn’t respond
“Luca tried to kill himself when you went back to Alberta”
At that, Adam’s head snaps to his teammate and Nolan goes to speak when Johnny continues “I found him real early in the morning with way too many pills and he was just scared and alone, he grieved her death for far too long all alone”
“Ethan, you aren’t the only one who was hurt when she died don’t be so hard on him, he’s already beating himself up too much already”
Luca didn’t speak to anyone for the following days, Adam had left food for him and his mom tried calling along with Nolan but he didn’t talk to anyone.
Ethan sat with your phone watching as the notifications came in from Luca, texts confiding in you as if you were on the other end still. It was when Ethan read the text;
you’re the love of my life, I’m feeling pretty lost without you.
That he knew, Luca had been suffering in silence.
Saturday came and the team were facing off against Ohio state for the first time since the night you died.
The teams had prepared a ceremonial jersey for Ethan to receive with your name and number on the other side. The girls team, your team were in the stands to watch too.
Luca was there early to avoid being in the room with Ethan.
By the time warmups had come and gone nobody had spoken to him. All a little concerned.
When the puck was ready to be dropped the lights dimmed and the announcer read
“Three months ago, when these two teams last played we lost a member of our Michigan family — y/n was a star hockey player, daughter, student and twin to one of our own. Tonight we gift her jersey to her twin brother, Ethan. To honour her by the people who love her most”
Ethan skated forward to collect the jersey and thanked those who gave him it. He placed it on the bench and the game got underway.
You were seemingly controlling the score for the team that evening because when the game finished 7-2 everyone said
“Hey look, seventy-two joined us this evening!”
Luca smiled, headed back to the locker room remembering back to you telling him how you got your number as you were all but one minute older than Ethan so you had a number one before him.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he walked back to his Stall only to find a maize jersey staring back at him.
Edwards
72
Luca didn’t speak, his fingers grazed the number before he looked back to Ethan, who was already staring at him with a soft smile.
It wasn’t much and nothing was going to fix this but it would be a little better now Luca didn’t have to miss you quietly.
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6urin · 11 months
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HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH! (≧◡≦)
Or in other words, reuniting with your first high school crush, Scaramouche, and ending up in his bed.
contains: f!afab!reader x scara, pussyjob, blowjob, fingering, praise, drunk sex, creampie
(* ^ ω ^) : minor writing smut !!
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Scaramouche is commonly known as a nobody in college. People rarely acknowledge his presence because of his, "quick to be pissed off" personality. This has caused many to stay out of his way, except for Childe. He's your average jock, always throwing the hugest parties and pulling the finest women on campus.
These two are quite the polar opposites and because of it, the kind-hearted ginger is always trying to introduce Scaramouche to new opportunities.
"You know, you're super hot, Scara. I'm sure if you tried, all of the girls would be head over heels for you." Childe's words are slightly incoherent at some parts as he brushes his teeth, shamelessly standing in Scaramouche's room, dripping wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.
Scaramouche doesn't look up from his phone from where he's sitting on his bed and mumbles, "I'm not a people pleaser like you, Childe." Childe frowns and states, "We could be the campus' power duo if you flaunted your ego more." He sighs before walking back to the washroom to spit in the sink and rinse out his mouth.
At that, Scaramouche fixes his back's posture from the slouching position. "What the hell is he on about," he thinks to himself, furrowing his brows together. It's true, that he has a big ego. But isn't that the reason why no one approaches him?
"It's because you're showing it off it in the wrong way," Childe says, as if reading his roommate's mind. This time, he enters the room with a white t-shirt and whale designed pajama shorts, ruffling a towel in his wet, orange hair while remaining eye contact.
Scaramouche scoffs and leans back into his bed, "And you're suddenly capable of giving me advice, why?" Childe waves it off with an eyeroll, "I'm just saying. You know, your ego is in the wrong place. It shouldn't be in your status, but rather your looks. Like I said, you're flaming hot!"
The cerulean haired male grimaces, "Your word choice is a little problematic, Childe." He removes one earphone from his ear in order to have a proper conversation.
Childe grins, "You need to take more pride in your appearance. You have a tongue piercing and multiple ear piercings; Do you know how many girls would die for a man like that?" He sits on the bed with Scaramouche, bouncing the mattress. "I'm hosting another party here tonight," Childe says, nudging at Scaramouche's arm.
"Aaand, instead of being locked up in your room, I'll try and hook you up with some girls." At his sudden offer, Scaramouche groans. "No. I'm not going to go through all of this just to boost my ego. I already have enough of my confidence as it is-"
Childe disrupts his sentence with a wail, "I'll even help you choose clothes! Just please, please, please?" He clasps his hands together and juts out his bottom lip. Scaramouche narrows his eyes in frustration. He scowls, "Fine! But if it gets boring, I'm going back to my room."
That's what led Scaramouche here, awkwardly standing while occupying himself with sipping on a red plastic cup filled to the brim with beer. Don't take this wrong, Childe did try, but he didn't try hard enough, since the second a pretty girl caught his eye, he immediately left Scaramouche to fend for himself in the middle of this ear-deafening party.
He swore, he could go blind from how bright and colorful the flashing lights were. Scaramouche just itched to go to his room, but he wanted to wait a little bit longer on Childe to return. His friend's return never happened. And so, losing a purpose to stay here any longer, he turns on his heel, bound to go back to his room.
However, someone by the entrance of the bedroom manages to get his attention. If it wasn't the one and only (Name). You're known as the campus princess with your charm and that damn fine appearance. God, who knows how many guys have managed to get in bed with you?
Scaramouche would be a little embarrassed to admit that yes, he has a crush on you. The only difference is, he's known you since high school, so it's not as weird as the other guys have it. The two of you were partnered up for the three legged race and even though you guys lost, you admitted that you had fun with him.
After that, you and him became fairly close, but just sort of drifted away when transitioning into college.
Ah, maybe this is his chance! He can finally make Childe proud with this...
"Hey, (Name). I didn't expect to see you here." Scaramouche rubs his neck, seemingly a little bit flustered. Where's that ego of his now? You look at him in surprise and smile, "Hi, Scara. We haven't been able to talk much, huh?" You glance down at your own cup of beer, moving it in a circular motion to watch the liquid swish.
Scaramouche fumbles with his words, "Right, um, how are you finding college?" He gives you a profound gaze. He realizes that you find it hard to keep eye contact, for some reason. "It's okay! Surely a lot more different from high school," you say, laughing.
Scaramouche doesn't mean to look, but it's hard to focus on your words when that shirt hugs your curves so perfectly and that skirt exposes so much of your thighs.
"Have you... gotten a girlfriend?"
Your inquiry catches him off guard. Scaramouche pauses before chuckling, "Ah, no. I've been more occupied with my studies rather than my love life," He deadpans at the sight of Childe making out with a random girl on the couch. "Unlike some people." The last part of his sentence makes you giggle, "I can see Childe's still the same."
Scaramouche hesitates before asking, "What about you? You got a boyfriend? With how much the campus talks about you-" You shake your head, "Mm-mm. No boyfriend." You tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear and sheepishly say, "I don't like any of them, 'cept for one."
Scaramouche's interest is suddenly piqued. "Is that so? Who is he?" He knows it's a little brazen of him to ask like that, but the curiosity was gnawing away at him.
You take a sip from your cup and shrug, "Someone. I don't know if he likes me, so he's better off as a secret just in case I end up changing my mind." Scaramouche clicks his tongue inside his mouth. You're so obvious to him, it's adorable, really.
This is the most appropriate time to put that ego of his to use. He knows it's a big step and a rather huge assumption but at this point, he's confident about it.
"It's me, isn't it?" He does nothing but chuckle at your reddening complexion. Scaramouche tilts your chin upwards and smiles. "Drink the rest of that and you'll be fine with me." He nods his head towards the cup in your hold and your hands go clammy.
You do as he says and he does the same with his own drink. Scaramouche tosses the cups aside and pulls you into his bedroom.
You feel all of your senses overwhelm you the second he closes the door and has you against the wall, one of his arms securing your waist and his other hand holding your neck. He kisses you, slowly and passionately. You feel his teeth bite down into your bottom lip, emitting a soft gasp from you.
The more you two get into the kiss, the more you feel comfortable with finally putting your arms around his neck, grinding yourself against his body.
His room smells entirely of him and his scent is absolutely intoxicating. You still remember touching yourself back in your bedroom during your high school phase, thinking of Scaramouche's lithe fingers stretching you out instead of your own.
"Mmh, hah-" Your tongue barely manages to keep up with his, Scaramouche dominating the situation with how amazing his ability to kiss was. His tongue piercing constantly pokes at your tongue and you shiver at the feeling.
"You're so..." Scaramouche's breathy voice trails off as he flips up your skirt, pressing two fingertips against your clothed clit. You whimper from the action and the fabric dampens even more than before. Scaramouche slyly looks at you and removes his fingers. You dryly gulp in anticipation as he places you on his bed.
"So pretty," he breathes out, lips hovering over yours. You're thirsting for another kiss, but he simply hushes you and puts his fingers inside of your mouth. You diligently suck on them, eyes half-lidded and pupils heart shaped. Scaramouche mutters, "Just imagine if all of the guys you rejected could see you whoring yourself out for a simple no one..."
With his digits now covered in the slick of your mouth, he pulls your panties aside and thrusts three inside. During that whole moment, he never looked away from you. You loudly moan, the music and the chatter from outside surely drowning out your lewd noises. Scaramouche licks his lips and goes faster, your cunt clamping down on his fingers.
He lowly laughs, "Good girl, aren't you? Yeah, I'm sure you are." Your view goes hazy as you pant, "S-Scara...!" He curls his fingers, causing you to reach your high more earlier than expected of both you and him. Your white substances cover his hand and he sucks and licks at it, making sure to finish every single drop.
The next thing you know, you're getting pounded from the back with his cock driving into your dripping wet pussy. Your head rests on the pillow, drool wettening the case as you let out mewls and whines. "You're s-so big, Scara! Mngh, mmh!" Your manicured nails dig into the sheets, pussy tightening as Scaramouche moans.
"Yeah, baby doll? Gotta fuck you 'til the break of day." He rubs your clit at a fast pace, drawing you nearer to your high. "Ahn! Scara, mm, I'm gonna' cum!" You whimper out, "Fuck! Mmh!" With one more harsh thrust, the blunt head of his cock plunging straight onto your cervix, you splatter cum all over his pelvis.
Scaramouche's mouth falls agape at the sight of you squirting and he instantly shoots thick, white ropes of seed into your womb. He gives a few shallow thrusts before starting up his previous pace once more. Sounds of soft slapping fills the room along with your heavenly moans and squeals.
At some point, he orders you to turn on your back. You obey and his cock stiffens at your appearance. Your gorgeous lipstick now smudged, clothes all crumpled, tears peeking at your eyes and your cunt...
He watches his sperm leak and pump out of your glistening folds, tucking his bottom lip beneath his teeth at the sinful sight. You rub your thighs together and murmur, "Scara, this is so embarrassing..." Scaramouche gets on top of you and places an open mouthed kiss on your lips, which you reciprocate.
"Embarrassing? No, baby, you're so pretty," he sighs, readying his tip at your leaking hole once more. Sinking inside you, he starts plummeting more vigorously than before, as he gets more turned on when seeing your expressions. You attempt to cover your mouth with the back of your hand to lessen your humiliation, but he manages to put it aside and lean down to kiss your neck.
You re-adjust your legs around his waist, whining as he bites at the sensitive skin of your collarbone, placing numerous hickeys and love bites. It adds to the vulgar pleasure and you realize, you would've never imagined getting fucked raw by your high school crush.
The slippery walls of your cunt start to spasm and you arch your back, crying out, "Scara! Oh, m-hah!" Scaramouche moans and murmurs profanities when your cunt clenches so tight, making him meet his own climax. He pulls out his cock, watching his cum overflow from your pussy.
Scaramouche cups the side of your face and slots his lips into yours. Your cheeks go into a tinted pink when you carefully let your fingers run through his hair. Strands of cerulean frame his pretty face and you feel as though you just got creampied by the most attractive and kindest guy on campus.
And he ends up staying true to his promise, fucking you until daybreak.
You buck your hips forward as he sloppily eats out your cunt. His nose continues to bump onto your clit and you furrow your eyebrows, moaning. His tongue is simply a work of art, the pink muscle entirely inside of you, making you feel the most amazing pleasures ever.
You say multiple praises to him mixed with your own whimpers of his name, your hands messing up his hair with how much you've been holding onto it. It's around twelve in the morning, but the party hasn't settled down at all. You're surprised no one has left yet at this time, though it's expected since exam season ended.
His head is beneath your skirt, though he could care less. All he knows is that he's eating out his first love and each sound that left your throat is simply music to his ears. Scaramouche sucks and licks through your folds, desperately moaning for more than just one taste.
He didn't want this night to end.
The following morning, Childe is completely disoriented and hungover. The only thing that brought him back to his senses was the scene of a girl sucking on his roommate's cock.
"A-Ah... that's it, (Name)..."
The ginger swore he was hearing things. Childe blinks a few times and rubs his eyes before slapping himself in the face. He sits up from the couch and yawns. "Shit, my head. Scaramouche!" He shouts out once more, "Scara, can you make me some of your hangover soup!?"
Noticing the door to Scaramouche's room is slightly open, he pushes it without hesitating. It's just another average Sunday, right?
Childe's eyes widen as he tries taking everything in altogether. There, kneeling on the floor in between his roommate's legs as Scaramouche is sitting on his bed with a hand gripping your hair, is none other than you, of course.
You whine around his dick and lower your head to welcome more of his length into your throat, the vibrations emitting a groan from Scaramouche. Scaramouche's lips are agape as he mutters, "Good girl, good girl... fuck..."
Childe carefully backs away and closes the door after himself. Apparently, Scaramouche wasn't the only one who had a good time at the party.
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notelcol · 3 months
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Wriothesly enemies to lovers (more like annoyance to denial💀)
You were always in the fighting rings. That would be fine if you knew how to fight. It made him angry to watch you, every day since you arrived two weeks ago you had walked in that ring and made an utter fool of yourself. The first week he found it a little funny, but by the start of the second it became painful to watch. He could not fathom why you kept going back in. By the end of the second week he decided to call you into his office, you were starting to bring shame upon the fighting rings.
You were a bit confused as to why you had been corralled to the Dukes office during your lunch.
“Save my food!” You called over your shoulder to Julienne, the woman you were talking with before you were interrupted. She simply laughed in reply. Your food was definitely going to be gone when you came back.
You started to become nervous as the looming doors grew larger with each step. What could he want? Has something happened to your family on land? Your mind raced with possibilities. You even considered the idea that someone had gotten you in trouble somehow. The echoing creak of the doors opening broke your questioning thoughts.
You looked around the round room, black shiny decor with gold accents seemed to be its theme. You found it rather pretty, which surprised you. The decor in the dorms were no where near pretty.
“Ahem.” You were reminded of the Dukes presence. “I assume you’re wondering why you are here?” You nodded in reply, allowing him to continue. “I ordered you here today in the hopes that you would shed some light on something that has been bothering me since you arrived.” His statement caused you to swallow nervously, you couldn’t think of what he was referring to. You hadn’t put a toe out of line.
“I don’t understand.” You said, making him sigh.
“Neither do I.” His answer confused you more. “I don’t understand why you let Julienne pummel you every day.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “You made me miss my lunch to ask me that? You must be drunk on your title, I guess the rumours are true.” You smirked when his eyebrow twitched.
“I think you will find it is well within my duties to put a stop to someone making my fighting ring look like a flawed system.” His self righteousness was irritating you already. Much to your dismay, he continued. “Give me a good reason not to ban you from the ring.” He should have outright banned you for the sake of the system he created, but he was compelled to know why you were doing this to yourself. Luckily for him, you were amused by the situation and decided to explain.
“Julienne is my friend. She’s teaching me to fight. We thought it would be fun to make a show of it. Not much entertainment round here.” The answer was simple and made him snort, very uncharacteristic of the image you had painted of the Duke.
“She’s obviously not doing a very good job.” He snickered. Was he teasing you? How insufferable. You jumped to defend your friend.
“She told me that the best way to become a good fighter is to get your ass beat and learn from it.” Julienne was trying her best, it wasn’t her fault you weren’t strong yet. His smirk dropped into something more sincere, eyes meeting yours intensely.
“That works for natural fighters, but for people like you….you will never learn that way.” He shattered your hopes. Now you really didn’t like this guy. “There are two kinds of fighters. Ones foundation is instinct and emotion, while the others is foresight and precision.” You tried to take in his words. “You are clearly not an instinctive fighter and quite frankly, your emotions are all over that ring and not in a useful way.” He explained and you did not know whether to be offended or not. “If you wish to fight in that ring again, it’s on you to learn the foresight and precision needed in battle. Until then, you are banned. You cannot continue using Julienne’s technique, it’s not for you.” You sort of understood him, but it still annoyed you. How can you learn to fight when you’re banned from the fighting ring?
He stood from his seat and rolled up his sleeves.
“Get up.” He ordered. You furrowed your brows but complied anyway. You realised his intentions when he held his fists up, bare arms flexed and ready to fight. He was going to teach you. You copied his stance, barely in position before he swung. You swerved left, his fist just missing your shoulder. Your leg stretched out while you dodged so you decided to use it to kick his ankles, earning a grunt and an impressed nod.
You landed a few well placed and timed hits while avoiding most of his. You were doing your best to be precise and keep your mind steady. He decided to test your foresight, sending a punch he knew you could dodge. When you ducked, he spun around and kicked you to the ground. You fell ungracefully. As always you got back up, impressing the Duke once again, your determination was shining through. You however, thought you needed to up your game. You refused to show any weakness. You threw your punches harder and faster, but every single one missed as he weaved from side to side.
Rage erupted from your throat as the Duke grabbed your hand mid punch, stopping its course to his face. “Slow down.” He chuckled. “Let’s do that sequence again but slowly.” He leaned to the side and pulled your fist in the same direction, leading you into the pace. Just as you registered the fluttering in your heart, he dropped his hand and leaned to the other side. You blinked hard before throwing a slow punch with your opposite hand. You went back and forth like this a few times, finding a rhythm reminding you of clock pendulums. You could tell he wanted you to find a way to break the rhythm. So you threw another punch the same way, then stole his trick. You twirled when your punch went past his head, then hit his neck with your other hand.
He wheezed loudly, the noise bouncing off the walls. He was actually taken by surprise by your choice, he was expecting you to go for the ankles again. You had to stifle your laugh, though it didn’t work too well.
“Well done. You picked that up quick.” He spoke, voice a little raspy. “A few more sessions and you will be allowed to return to the ring.” His statement made you grin. The breath in his lungs got caught as he saw your eyes light up. He did not know if it was you or his throat at fault so he coughed, but it was clear.
“That will be all for today. Go have lunch. I’ll send a message out to explain why you’re late back to work.” You were confused why he ushered you out so fast, but assumed it was busyness. You were surprised he even had time to train someone in the first place.
You walked back to the canteen, stomach rumbling loudly. You hoped Julienne didn’t eat your food. Lunch was probably over by now though, so even if she didn’t, it was likely gone. You finally turned the corner, pleasantly surprised to see your friend sitting next to your untouched food.
“You waited!” Julienne was a true gem.
“Lucky for you I skipped work today, had the extra time to wait around.” She punched your shoulder. “I got to go now! I have a bet on some guy in the ring, gunna try catch the end.” Julienne grabbed her drink and stood from bench. “You can tell me later why you’ve come back from the Dukes office all hot and sweaty.” She winked before dashing away, leaving you to smile to yourself at her antics.
While you ate your cold lunch, your mind found itself on the Duke. He was annoying and self righteous, but also kind enough to teach you how to fight properly. His curiosity intrigued you, but you hated how he teased you. Most of all you hated how he made your heart skip a beat when he stood too close. Fighting with him felt like an intimate dance. You cursed when caught yourself looking forward to your next session with him. Yet you prayed to the archons that he shared your sentiments.
Ty for reading this❤️
Requests are open ✨
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“I thought I’d lost you” kiss
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Romantic sewer kiss
We just won/lost an akuma battle kiss
“In case we don't make it out of this alive" kiss
“I just found out your identity and I don’t think it’s physically possible to keep my lips off your face now” kiss
Formal kiss
We're platonically cuddling on a chilly patrol night when we're making each other laugh so much we spur-in-the-moment kiss
Sleepy/half-asleep kiss
“I forgot you’re dating my other identity” kiss
Someone’s hanging upside down kiss (aka Spiderman kiss)
Blowing a kiss
“Someone claimed to be dating you and I couldn’t contradict them” jealous kiss
“Your suit’s in the way” kiss
“Your suit’s not in the way anymore!” kiss
Someone just lost their memory kiss
He/she just said yes kiss
"Kiss it better" kiss
Celebratory kiss
Kiss for the camera
Kiss they think is secret but actually lots of people can see, or getting caught kissing
Forehead kiss
"Did you know that kissing is good for hiding in plain sight, because it makes people uncomfortable so they look away?" (aka fake out make out)
I got jealous how you smiled (politely) at that civilian who was obviously (except to you) flirting with you
Kiss on a dare
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True love's kiss worked before let's try it again kiss
We need to make our fake dating look convincing kiss
Hello kiss, or goodbye kiss
Distracting your injured partner from pain while you patch them up kiss
She mixed up her words and asked for a kiss by accident but he just went with it kiss
“It’s not fair that you remember kissing me and I don’t” kiss
“I need you to stop punning for like FIVE SECONDS, so I’m going to occupy your mouth in a different way” kiss
The akuma is a huge Ladynoir shipper and it's the only way out kiss
“Sure I’ll help you practice confessing to Buttercup” kiss
“Thanks for saving my life” Ladrien or Marichat kiss
Anywhere but the face kiss: hand kiss, wrist kiss, shoulder kiss
One corner of the square kissing to prove another corner isn’t dating kiss
You were going in for la bise and I read into it kiss
“I’m/You’re using a different miraculous today” kiss
Spin the bottle kiss
“I know I said I wanted to keep our relationship a secret but…” kiss
"What do you mean you're moving away?!" kiss 
Welcome home kiss
"I want my first kiss to be with someone that I love and trust, but it's not that I'm IN love with you or anything hahaha no way" kiss
Kiss you to sleep, or kiss you awake
"Distracting you while you're trying to do something because I want attention" kiss
"Oh no, you made me fall in love with you" realization kiss
"Kissing your forehead/cheek while I thought you were sleeping" kiss (bonus if the 'asleep' person was actually unconscious and the kissing person is all "please come back to me.") 
Kiss during Second Chance
Anniversary kiss
“I thought this was just dancing, so how did we start kissing?” kiss
“We just fought and I’m mad at what you did, but I want you to know I’m not mad at you” kiss
“You fell asleep on public transport and I’m waking you up at our stop” kiss
“It’s been years since we’ve seen each other and I didn’t know what happened to you because of secret identities” kiss
“Reunion” kiss but one of them has the kwagatama ability to talk to the other through reunion and their lips can’t even touch because one is a ghost :(( 
Winning a bet kiss
Drunk kiss
Soft kiss after wrapping them in a blanket
Kiss on an old injury
“Our friends are trying to set us up, haha, let’s humor them” kiss
Sneaking into each other’s room kiss
“I’m pretty sure the grimoire says something about kissing, but I’m not sure exactly what. Want to help me experiment?” kiss
Apology kiss
Kissing while using one of the suit power-ups
“We’re both so busy that we’ve barely seen each other in days, so we should make the most of it” kiss
Kissing under the mistletoe
Kissing in a car
Identity reveal kiss
“Let’s recreate our first/favorite kiss”
Kissing backstage after a fashion show
“We should be focusing on this battle but, wow, you are extra distracting today” kiss
First kiss, or last kiss
“I know it’s the worst possible time for a kiss but…”
Failed kiss or interrupted kiss
Kiss as a confession/to show you how I really feel
Post-reveal pre-relationship kiss
Kisses that tickle
“We found our way back to each other” kiss
Soulmate kiss
Everyday domestic bliss kiss 
A kiss to comfort
“Why exactly are you kissing me?”
“Oh yeah? What are you willing to do to get a kiss from me? 😏” kiss
Accidental lip contact during la bise
Kissing in a disco
"What's the difference between le bisou and la bise? Hmm, let me show you..." 
“Maybe this will jog your memory” kiss
“I was going for the cheek/forehead and I missed 😳” kiss
Sealing a pinky swear with a kiss
"Will you marry me?" kiss
"I just love you so much, I can't help it" kiss
Fake dating kiss
A safe for work “not safe for work” kiss (like they’re standing on a forklift or something - what were YOU thinking?)
Interrupted by kids. Or a hamster. Or a kwami. 
 "Miracle cure brought you back" kiss
“Here’s your present” kiss
A kiss that promises forever
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More info below:
I hope you wanted a long list of kiss prompts for the Love Square this Valentine's Day! What better way to celebrate a day of love than with our favorite lovesick dorks. 🥰
Use this list however you want. As an ask game, a challenge to draw or write every one, or just pick your favorites!
(For more fun, here's a random number spinner that you can set to any number you want.)
Feel free to use any version of them you want, too. Multimouse, Cat Walker, Dragon Bug, Chat Blanc, or stick to the original four-cornered square, if that's your thing!
Tag @kisspromptsforthelovesquare and we'll reblog. Marinette and Adrien's love for each other is forever. Just like the offer of reblogging. There's no time limit.
There's also a collection on AO3. Feel free to post there instead/as well.
Have fun everyone! Go and make them smooch!
Thank you to the wonderful @ladyofthenoodle for the header, and for our Discord group with their kiss suggestions.
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HE LOVES ME NOT ˚* ❀ part six ✎
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true to his word jake arrived back at her dorm in fifteen minutes. he drove around for a few minutes before she decided on stopping at a convenience store. “let’s have some ramen.” she said, filling the basket with different snacks. jake put some snacks he liked in as well before taking their ramen to cook it for them. she took the basket to pay for everything.
“you didn’t have to pay for this stuff.” he scolded her. “i was going to.” a pout took over his face. she smiled. “i’ll let you pay next time.” she patted his cheek. “so there is going to be a next time?” y/n shrugged. “i don’t see why not.” he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. the pair sat quietly and ate their ramen. ‘’not to sound rude but why did you ask me to hang out, instead of one of your friends?” the girl sighed. “because they would question me about my boyfriend and i really don’t want to talk about him right now.”
jake nodded before taking a bite of his ramen. “well i’ll be glad to be your distraction and not talk about your totally shitty boyfriend.” y/n groaned and pushed jake’s shoulder. he let out a loud laugh. “jake stop it.” she couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “can i ask you one thing about him though?” she nodded. “sure.” jake turned towards the girl. “ if he continues to hurt you like this why are you staying with him? and please don’t tell me it’s because you love him.”
she sighed and looked at her lap. “ i guess it’s because he’s all i’ve ever known, he was my first kiss, my first time, my first everything.” jake nodded for her to continue. ‘’ he’s older than me, so no one knows about our relationship..” “oh my god are you in danger? i can get a hold of people who can help you.” she placed her hand over his mouth. “no i’m not in danger. he’s twenty-two and i’ll be turning twenty in a month. i met him here.” jake sighed. “i don’t know y/n he seems pretty shitty.” she sighed. “so everyone says.” “but enough about him, let’s go for a walk.”
jake stood and placed his hand out for her to take. she smiled and took his hand. they aimlessly walked around the less crowded streets for what felt like hours. she didn’t mind though. the time she was spending with jake was relaxing. freeing almost. the pair somehow ended up back at the park they first met just a few hours prior. “it’s so peaceful here at night.” she said taking a seat on the same cold bench. the stem of her daisy still laid a few feet away. a soft breeze blew and she watched as the wind carried it.
“i come here a lot while i wait for my friends to be done in the bar.” jake said taking a seat next to her. “that sounds like it happens way to often.” he laughed. “unfortunately, i wish they’d cut back a little, like today they were there since eleven this morning.” y/n sighed. “ sounds like you need better friends.” he shrugged. “no they’re pretty cool when they are black out drunk.” y/n nodded. another gust of wind blew causing y/n to shiver. jake noticed and quickly shed his hoodie and handed her the soft material. she looked up at him. “oh jake i couldn’t take this from you, you’d be cold.” he shook his head. “i’ll be fine just wear it.”
she sighed before putting the hoodie on. it was warm and smelled like his cologne.”thank you jake.” he smiled. “not a problem, i couldn’t have you freeze to death.” she giggled. she checked her phone and realized it was four-thirty am. “we should probably head back, i have a lecture at eleven today.” jake frowned. “time really flies when you’re having fun.” she smiled. “come on lets go.” she stood up and they walked back to his car. she was sad to be dropped off if she was being honest. she enjoyed her time with jake and didn’t really want the night to end. jake watched to make sure she got inside safely before he took off back to his dorm.
he placed his hand on the door knob but it opened from the inside. a girl wearing little to nothing smiled and walked past him. ‘’hey tell heeseung thanks for tonight for me? thanks.” she blew a kiss and walked away. jake rolled his eyes before shutting the door. jay was in the kitchen chugging water. “hey man where were you?” he asked. “i was out.” jake gave a short reply and walked to his room.
across campus y/n’s alarm blared and she jolted awake. not really into the mood she pulled on a pair of leggings leaving jake’s hoodie on. after she freshened up she headed to classes. jungwon met her before classes holding coffees. her eyes light up seeing the cups containing caffeine. “you’re a life saver wonnie.” “is that a new hoodie?” he asked. she looked down at her appearance. jake’s hoodie stared back at her. “yeah.” was all she said before taking a drink of her coffee. once sunoo joined them they headed to their respective lectures.
y/n had completely missed the glare shot at her. heeseung watched her approach jungwon wearing a hoodie he didn’t recognize. it made his blood boil. with a clenched jaw he headed to his lecture.
during her lecture y/n’s phone was buzzing with messages. when the class was finally over she checked her messages and rolled her eyes. he really had some nerve. deciding to ignore the messages she began walking home. tears swelled in her eyes as more messages from heeseung came in.
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masterlist
tag list ˚* ❀ @jjunieworld @304files @mrchweeee @sionshiii @kayleeshinee (if your name is bold i couldn’t tag you)
author’s note ˚* ❀ we all need a jake for late night ramen 🤩
love, echo🖤
© jjunberry
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