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xseaxwitchxkpop · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet: Sub!Yeosangie Edition

A/N: I couldn't wait I had to do this now lol what is patience??? Also forgive any mistakes I wrote this at like 2am lmfao

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Doesn't matter what kind of sex it was, he will always be a content and giggling baby boy afterwards. He absolutely needs nose kisses and boops as rewards, like a cat, and needs to bury his face in your neck so he can smell your scent as a way to calm him and bring him back down to earth. He will also love it when you gently thumb his cheekbones!

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on him is probably his hands just because he uses them so often to hide his face when he's flustered. His favorite body part on his partner would probably be the neck because he is another one of the members that values intimacy and there's something very sensual and intimate yet very possessive about his face and head buried in your neck.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn't really have a strong preference for cumplay of any type and he doesn't have a strong opposition to any cumplay either. So long as you're having your way with and he's living his best sex life, he doesn't care if you spit his load in his mouth and make him swallow it or if you cum in ass with your dick or fake cum

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He'd only have kinky sex as a submissive with a partner he loves and trusts dearly so he's pretty open about want he wants and doesn't really have much of a dirty secret to keep. However, if you pull at his teeth hard enough, you will find out that the one fantasy he has been keeping from you is that he wants you to have him use a hollow dildo on you during his caging period for that extra layer of humiliation and degradation...plus you don't have to be punished when he is also being punished during this fantasy

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had hook ups in the past, not a high count or anything, maybe like 5 or 6, but those were always relatively vanilla and/or had him in a more dominant position which he wasn't a big fan of. He knows what he's doing when pleasuring you, that's for sure, but in a solid relationship, he learned to let himself go and found that he absolutely CANNOT go back to even a shadow of a dominant position in bed.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

His favorite position is definitely cowgirl, with you on top. He loves that with this position he has easy access to your thighs and ass, the ease with which you can choke him lightly or more intensely, and the sheer amount of control you have in this position while allowing him to touch you because that's how he grounds himself, always has to be touching some part of you or you touching some part of him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sex with Yeosang is light-hearted most of time, very warm, very giggly, very cute, and very humorous. He likes cracking jokes or delivering some dry wit and sarcasm in the bedroom because that's just who he is and he doesn't see why that can't translate to the bedroom. Because of this, I feel he would prefer gentle domination and a partner who should know how to banter well both outside and inside the bedroom. He does like it slow and sensual sometimes, but if he's in a very soft mood, he'll prefer sensual touches rather than sex itself. On occasion he does like it rough and fast, but it's gotta be a VERY specific mood for him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Like the others, definitely trims but just calls it a day at that. He doesn't really bother with shaving all the way and doesn't care if you don't either.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Another member that values intimacy to the highest degree! Humor is part of how he connects with people and navigates the world, so the same is to be said in the bedroom. He loves when you make him a giggly mess with humor in the bedroom with and feels more connected each time. Surprisingly, he doesn't shy away from eye contact and he actually really likes it because it adds another layer of intimacy to the experience! Also forehead kisses...you might be the dominant one, but there's something so sweet and reassuring and very intimate yet possessive about subs giving their doms/dommes forehead kisses and that's exactly what he does to you! Every single y'all have sex, without fail, no matter how kinky or light.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

The only times he really jacks off is either guided masturbation from you or if he is intensely horny to the point it is literally interfering with what he has to do that day in which he'll just get it done and over with in the shower or a quick one in the bathroom. This has nothing to do with rules put in place, he just doesn't have a high sex drive despite his incredibly dirty humor.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He's open to trying most things, but not as many things as San. Some of Yeosang's kinks would include choking, biting, hair pulling, light restraints, sensory deprivation, voice kink, temperature play, edging, pegging/anal play, caging, light nipple play, marking, and nail scratching.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Literally any place he can comfortably lay flat because his fave position is cowgirl. One of his top favorites, however, is a rather large ottoman that he has to prop himself up on by the elbows when he leans back in a sitting position so you have to kind of sit on his lap and this forces him to use his lower body strength because he also has to fuck into you if you're fucking him in this position. Also don't forget, when the mood hits him, to rail him on a table or counter or coffee table or on a balcony window with him wearing a skirt and oversized sweater!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You commanding him to do something with a gentle and sweet voice gets him going like nothing else. The best part is that you can do this in public very blatantly and none would be the wiser save for you and him. What also really turns him on is when you're very attentive and can read him easily without having to ask or say anything; you do that, he will pounce on you and be the best service top you could ask for.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Touch deprivation. I know I said he is into sensory deprivation and he is -- just more so in the sight, hearing, and scent departments, those he can handle. If he can't feel you somewhere on his body, whether you touching him or vice versa, he will freak out and immediately get pulled out of sub space, even if he's very deep in it (and being pulled abruptly from sub space or dom/domme space is very harsh on the psyche and can take minutes to DAYS to rectify and heal so is a very big no-no in the BDSM community). He also does not like to share at all; you are his and he is yours, no negotiation. He's a very possessive submissive because he trusts you with a side of him that maybe one or two other people know about and that is his safe space -- he cannot have others enter that space because he would no longer feel safe.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

If asked what heaven was, he would respond with you sitting on his face and tugging at his hair. That's his favorite position to give you oral! He also really likes when you go down on him because one wrong move and you could easily bite his dick...it's the power you yield with nothing but your mouth on his most intimate parts and a hand on his thigh and another on his abdomen.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As I've pointed out earlier, light-hearted sex is what he likes best, so the pace is...moderate? There's nothing pushing y'all to be fast and rough and there's not an air of heavy emotion and lustful passion for each other so y'all just go at a pace that's matches whatever happy and joyful mood and banter is happening. On the rare occasion he does want it rough and fast, he wants to be brutally fucked until he can't think, can't make a sound, tears staining his cheeks, asshole gaping, and drool running down the sides of his mouth, panting to try to catch his breath.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He really doesn't like them. He prefers taking his time and having what could be called "care-free sex."

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He likes experimenting with new things every once in a while, but for the most part, he likes to stick with what works and if something new works well, he adds it to his rotation.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Can go two or three rounds, depending on his mood and level of exhaustion. With rough and fast sex, he can only take one round unless you decide to overstimulate him (which is every time) in which you can draw out two orgasms, one after the other. But then he is spent and it's aftercare time!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's got a set of dildos and anal plugs, mainly to prep himself for you, but you'll sometimes use them on him to fuck him with unless you're using a strap on. He also has a couple of cock cages because he's into chastity and a couple of cock rings for fun, but other than that, he prefers good old touching and teasing with what you and he were born with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His teasing comes in the form of banter and benign insults, hoping you'll engage and respond with a hand on his throat or a quick dick grab. Other than that, he isn't much of a tease -- if anything, his partner is the tease to him because it's so easy to make him flustered.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's certainly not the loudest in the bunch, but if you hit his spot just right, he'll be moaning so fucking loudly that it could be heard on the planet Mars. For the most part, though, he just pants and lets out whimpers here and there, most of his enjoyment is shown through his body language and facial expressions.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He absolutely lives for wearing lacy lingerie beneath his clothing just for you. He doesn't so this as often as he'd like to because of his job as an idol, but when he can, he takes full advantage and wears a lacy bralette AND lacy underwear that does nothing to support his dick btw.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His length is average but he is on the girthier side which caused you to have to work yourself open and up to his size. The first time he dove into you wasn't terribly painful, but there was a bit of a sharp pain that quickly disappeared into pleasure.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I'd say he probably has an above average sex drive, but not necessarily a high one. He is a healthy male who is in damn good shape, so it goes to say that his sez drive might increase a bit because of that. Anyway, sex itself isn't frequent but there are loads of sensual touches all the time -- he can't get enough of you in that sense.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The atmosphere created with the typical light-hearted sex y'all engage in added with the sleepiness of post-orgasm bliss makes for a perfect concoction of sleeping medication. You're warm and content, he's warm and content, so y'all fall asleep in each other's arms. For the rough and fast sex, though, you have to make sure he doesn't fall asleep immediately so he doesn't go into sub drop, so you do your best to lightly tap him on the cheek and keep him talking, hydrated, and fed.

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teamhappyme · 3 years

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a series of promising events (2/5)

aaron hotchner x female!reader

word count: 10.6k (yeah i have a spacing problem)

a/n: part 2 of this series is here! some dialogue, cases, and themes taken directly from criminal minds (S03 EP20, S04 EP01, & S05 EP08). originally, i had it planned to be 3 parts, but after editing, and looking at the word count, it makes more sense to be 5 parts. i don’t want to inundate you lovely people with massive word counts (even though 10k is massive) so this is the finalized count. because i finally got my shit together and finished this out, part 3 will be up wednesday morning, part 4 will be up friday morning, and the final part 5 will be up sunday morning. thank you to everyone who showed some love for part one, and thank you to anyone else who stumbled across my crazy writing and read along!

at the end, I’ve tagged the peeps that interacted with part 1. if you don’t want to be tagged for the other parts, just let me know :)

ok enough of my rambling inner monologue, here we go friends!

link to part 1: here

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May 2008

We were in New York, investigating what started out as five connected shootings in the city. After twelve hours, we were up to nine fatalities.

We delivered the profile at nine thirty, finally satisfied with the outcome after a day's worth of combing over crime scene photos and witness statements. Hotch didn’t want to waste another second, making sure the profile went out before the night shift went out to patrol.

“Now, our first theory is that we’re dealing with a team.” Derek started. “In the case of the D.C. snipers, there was actually one intended victim.”

“John Muhammad wanted to kill his ex wife, but he knew if he did, he’d be the prime suspect, so he created a spree in order to mask his primary motivation.”

Spencer added before turning to SSA Joyner. “Muhammad and Malvo also left a death card at one of their scenes, just like this unsub.”

“We believe our unsubs have studied that case. They’re opening a line of communication.”

There was an outpouring of judgement focused on us, since we were in charge of the D.C. snipers case as well. These unsubs know we’re here, and they’re trying to show they can outthink us.

“Yes, they are playing games. But what that tells us is at least one of them has some intelligence.” You tried to hold your ground, and not let their opinions get to you.

“And like I said,” Prentiss interrupted, ready to put these cops in their place. “They know these cases. He’s also studied the placement of the surveillance systems well enough to avoid detection.”

“We’ve asked officers to canvass their precincts, and look out for a father-son type of duo that fit the dominant-submissive profile.” Rossi had Reid hand out some gang related profiles, just in case the profile shifted. But we were pretty confident in our first go.

“Talk to the people on your beats, look out for anything suspicious. And let's pray that this isn’t random.” The detective in charge finished and let his precinct disperse.

“Hey y/n/n, we’re gonna head back in five if you want a spot in the fun suburban.” JJ teased and lightly shoved Spencer’s shoulder.

You smiled and started packing up your backpack. “Okay. Just, leave the fragile doctor alone.”

After packing up any files you wanted to review when you got back to the hotel room, you let Morgan and Rossi know the four of you were headed out. They weren’t much further behind with Prentiss and Garcia.

You met Reid and JJ in the lobby, droopy eyes and mouths full of yawns adorning the three of you. It was a long day, and it was only going to be worse tomorrow.

“Where’s Hotch?” You asked, ready to get your feet out of these narrow leather dress shoes. You were wearing your combat boots tomorrow.

“He’s checking in with the lady friend.” JJ nodded her head toward Hotch, who was conversing with Joyner in her office. They were standing close, and you thought you caught a smile on his face. “Do you think they’re into each other?”

“She looks like she could be Haley’s twin,” Spencer added and you sighed.

The moment the team arrived at HQ this morning, everybody noticed the resemblance to Hotch’s ex-wife. SSA Kate Joyner went pretty far back with our unit chief. They went through the academy together and had some assignments overlap over the years. If it were up to Morgan and Garcia, the two of them would be out on a date right now. But you and Rossi quickly quieted the rumors, not wanting to deal with the rage that was Aaron Hotchner if he knew we were discussing his love life.

It had barely been six months since Haley left with Jack, and Hotch had just taken off his wedding band a few weeks ago. He didn’t tell any of you until you all witnessed him getting served in the office. It slapped you across the face, especially since you’d just met Haley and Jack for a quick lunch a month and a half before. I guess she wanted Hotch to tell you when he was ready.

As much as you valued your three year friendship with Aaron Hotchner, you knew Haley deserved better. Hotch adored his wife and son, and would fight heaven and earth to keep them safe. Unfortunately, he was too busy fighting the demons from hell to be a present father and husband. Everyone had their breaking point, and Haley had hit hers. From what Hotch has told you, they’re still amicable, and are trying to be friends again. After all, it wasn’t a lack of love that ended their marriage. It was a lack of prioritizing his family.

“Knock it off. He’s on his way over.” The three of you turned to one another, pretending to hold an intriguing conversation about one of Spencer’s magic tricks. Truthfully, you were always intrigued in his magic tricks; you never understood how he could pull endless quarters out of your ear. But that conversation would have to wait for another day.

“Ready to go?” Hotch pulled the keys out of his pant pocket, and the three of you nodded as Spencer called shotgun. A smile crossed your lips, never getting over the jovial things Spencer loved to claim when his intellect wasn’t needed to solve a case.

The fifteen minute ride to the hotel downtown was silent. You were all exhausted, emotionally and physically, sick of having to watch people die over and over again.

The four of you made it into the lobby, tomorrow morning’s papers already spread across the table. “The late edition didn’t miss a beat.” You said and picked up one of the papers, the headline reading ‘Execution Style’ with a still from one of the murders. You showed it to Hotch and he shook his head.

“I’m glad I never stooped to this level when I was publishing.” You murmured, reading the first paragraph of the article.

“JJ,” Spencer started and pointed across the lobby, causing all of us to turn. It was Detective Will LaMontagne Jr., JJ’s adorably chivalrous Louisiana boyfriend.

“Will.” You could practically hear the smile on her face as she led the walk over to him.

He was supposed to fly into D.C. to visit JJ for the weekend, but came to surprise her in New York when he heard the news. Spencer and I shared a look as Hotch extended a hand to him.

“Detective.”

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, I know you’re working. But, um. I can’t stand you being on this case. And me not being here, not with what’s going on.”

JJ shook her head in the slightest, and you started to get nervous.

“Is there a problem?” Hotch asked, concern completely taking over his voice at the thought of any harm happening to his team. The couple shared a knowing look, and your patience was starting to run thin with the information being withheld. JJ meant the world to you, and you wanted to make sure she was okay.

Reluctantly, she turned to face you all, a shy smile covering her face. “I’m pregnant.”

Spencer looked over at you, not knowing how to react to the news. But you couldn’t help the smile widening on your face.

“Oh my god, JJ! Congratulations!” You wrapped your arms around her and she laughed, most likely out of relief. This was a secret she kept for a long time.

“I’ve asked JJ to marry me,”

“Will.” She cut him off as Hotch gave him a congratulatory handshake.

“We’re working out some kinks.” He added as Spencer was next to hug your blonde friend. A baby, in the BAU. You might have been more excited than JJ.

“We’ll, uh, give you both some privacy.” Hotch started towards the elevator, and JJ was quick to follow.

“Hotch,” She didn’t continue, you knew this wasn’t the exact situation she wanted to tell everyone she was having a baby.

“JJ, you could have told me.”

The tenderness in his voice could have broken your heart in two right then and there, but add on the fact that you swore you could see Hotch’s eyes tear in the slightest, you were done. You didn’t want to mention it in front of Reid, but you knew this had to do with Haley. You’d be an idiot not to notice.

The three of you filed into the elevator, leaving JJ and Will to talk in private. You all got off on the fourth floor, Reid’s room the first to come up in the hallway.

“Night Spencer.”

“Goodnight. Seven a.m.,” He reminded you as he opened the door with his keycard.

You and Hotch walked down another ten feet before he found his room.

“Goodnight,” He mumbled out and reached for his key.

“Hotch,” He closed his eyes, nodding his head in the slightest.

“I’m tired, y/n.” You could’ve pushed harder. You could have gotten him to crack if you started nagging enough. You’d earned the title as baby sister from the team since you could whine and nag them into doing anything. But tonight didn’t seem like a good time for your skills.

You nodded, understanding this conversation wasn’t going to happen.

“Goodnight. Get some sleep.”

Despite your best efforts, you didn’t sleep a wink. Hotch had gone over his files and called for Kate to meet him in the lobby. But then there was an explosion, and you had to watch from your window as Hotch sat by Joyner, waiting for her to die.

Once the team had caught the second unsub and wrapped everything up at the precinct, you headed to the hospital to check on Hotch. And unsurprisingly, he was refusing any further treatment for the ringing in his ears he tried to deny. You saw him kick Rossi out of the room, the third member that couldn’t get through to him.

“Bobo, why don’t you give it a try. Can’t yell at the baby with a broken arm.” You were the one to tackle the unsub, and landed pretty hard on the pavement downtown. Nothing a black cast covered in smiley faces from Spencer and Garcia couldn’t fix.

“I know you can’t tell, but I’m flipping you off right now.” You responded to Morgan as you raised your casted hand toward him.

You headed to Hotch’s room, knocking on the window before you walked in.

“I swear to god if you try to put me in another MRI,” He started to raise his voice when you interrupted him.

“Shit, I should go tell Morgan he was wrong. Boss is willing to yell at the baby with a broken arm.”

He turned around to face you, the lines on his forehead disappearing once he saw it was you and not Rossi.

“What happened to your arm?” You smiled and glanced down at the cast. “Just another day on the job. Tackled the unsub, the pavement was not very kind to me.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to put his tie back around his neck. You scoffed, stepping over to him.

“Why the hell would you want to put that back on?”

“Because it’s part of my suit.”

You knew better than to pull it out of his hands. He was holding on to any semblance of control, and his outfit was all that he had left. Instead you took a seat in the stiff chair across from him, watching as he grimaced every time he lifted his arms too high.

“If your goal is to get me to stay another minute here under observation, you’re not gonna win.”

You shook your head. “That’s not my goal.”

He sighed, giving up on putting his tie on. He moved to finish his top button, he was at least going to be covered.

“You should be excited for JJ.” You started, testing the water on this subject.

“Did I suggest otherwise?” He asked and you shook your head.

“When was the last time you saw Jack?” His eyes widened the slightest, and you regretted asking the question. You gripped the arms of the chair, ready to be ripped a new one.

Instead, Hotch let out a sigh, and you snapped your head up. “Two weeks. Haley went to visit her mother for a week, and then we went from Florida to New York in three days.”

He was already away from Jack half the week when they were still living under the same roof. Now he was lucky if he got to say goodnight on a weekend.

“Why don’t you take some time off? I’m sure you have weeks saved up. I’ve been here three years and have never seen a tan on you.”

He shook his head. “Strauss would never approve of it.”

“Hotch,”

“Y/n, I really want to get out of this hospital room and call my son.” You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fine. But you’re not flying home. You have a choice between Morgan and Rossi to drive you home. My recommendation would be Morgan, you don’t want to sit through four hours of Opera music.”

You stood up, refusing to meet his eye. You were sick of dealing with stubborn men.

“I’ll see if they can fax your records to D.C. before we leave.”

He muttered out a thank you as you left the room, shaking your head at the rest of the team.

“Nothing?” Morgan asked as you returned to them.

“Nothing. Even the baby gets yelled at.” Spencer spared you a glance and you gave him a small smile. You would be fine. “And Derek, you’re driving him back.”

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January 2010

You didn’t think it could get worse than seeing Hotch with nine stab wounds at the hands of Foyet. You desperately wanted to believe that it couldn’t be worse than that. But you were naive to think that he would let Aaron survive and not make him suffer.

None of you would be able to erase the image of Haley’s bloody body lying in the home where she and Aaron created their family. You wouldn’t forget the sight of Hotch beating into Foyet’s face, or the sobs that raked through his body once Derek had shaken him off. This was a tragedy that shaped the entire team.

After Haley’s death, the seven of you took turns checking in on Hotch, Jack, and Haley’s sister Jessica. She stayed close by when Hotch was on leave, helping him with Jack’s routine, and how to explain to the four year old where his mommy went. She moved back into her apartment a few blocks away before Aaron returned to work. He wanted to prove to her that he could do this on his own, that he could be the strong father that Jack deserved, and that Haley would be proud of.

While the three of them were together, the team would try and make it over every Saturday for dinner. Hotch needed to be around friends, and Jessica needed a guilt free night to spend with the people that made her feel good. He was reluctant at first, not wanting us over the apartment, complaining that it was a mess, and it was too small to fit everyone. But it was impeccably neat, the result of a widow not being able to sleep. Once he became comfortable with us coming around on Saturday’s, we’d pick two weeknights to stop by with a dinner, movie, or game to help take their minds off of the pain. Although you and JJ stopped by every friday regardless of whose week it was, Hotch really appreciated the extra company, and so did Jack.

Despite his attempts at being independent, there were one too many distressed calls being made to you or JJ if he couldn’t get a hold of Jess, or if he didn’t want to burden her with the responsibility.

Your feelings about Jack Hotchner hadn’t changed in the four years since you met him. You would still do anything to see the adorable little boy smile. So, it was easy to say that you didn’t mind the late night phone calls worrying about Jack’s stuffy nose or when he should take the chicken out of the freezer without it going bad. Because the more he reached out to any one of you, the closer he was to finding a new normal.

However, all of you were surprised to see SSA Aaron Hotchner in his office only a month and a half after the event. Sure, he made remarkable progress, but you all assumed he would take a little more time, maybe take Jack on a well deserved vacation. Instead, you walked into the office on a monday morning, Hotch the first one in attendance.

That was two weeks ago.

The readjustment period had worn off, and Hotch was back to being a drill sergeant. Even more aggressive than he was before.

The case we were working was local, saving us the discomfort of sleeping in a hotel bed. We were in Virginia, investigating two murdered families, similar to ‘The Fox’.

“Who?” You asked, not familiar with the creepy nickname.

“Four years ago Karl Arnold, aka the fox, killed eight families.” Derek informed you. It must have been just before you started at the BAU.

“Similar to this case he took the father’s wedding rings, except in his case he took them as trophies.” Spencer finished.

“Hotch, you gave evidence at Arnold’s trial. I think you should go see him.” Derek was acting unit chief since before Haley’s death, and continued his position even with Hotch’s return. Strauss was weary now more than ever to give Aaron the title back so quick.

“I’d like to take l/n with me.” You looked over to Hotch, his eyes resting on yours, waiting for your approval.

You gave a small nod, placing your sunglasses over your eyes. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Hotch got the keys to a suburban and before you could meet him at the car, Prentiss pulled you back.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay with this?” She was always looking out for you, heck she was the one that made you pack extra barf bags for crime scenes. She knew meeting face to face with a family killer would do a number on you. But Hotch can’t face this guy on his own. Not after what happened.

“I’m good. Not the first time I've interrogated a psychopath.” She reluctantly nodded.

“Okay. Just, let Hotch take the lead.”

You gave her arm a squeeze. “I will. Let’s find this guy.”

The ride to Red Onion Supermax was a short and quiet one. Hotch filled you in on the particulars of Arnold’s case, making sure you knew it inside and out. This was a team effort after all.

You couldn’t get a clean read on Hotch, however, on the ride over. He’d yet to crack a true smile or laugh in the weeks he’d been back, which normally wouldn’t be so out of character for him. But Reid had been trying to get him to crack with every magic trick he knew, even agreeing to let Derek joke about his lack of childhood and understanding of pop culture. But nothing worked.

It worried you to see the regression he’s made since coming back. You knew how happy he was at home with Jack, that a smile crossed his face most of the day when he was playing legos with his son. You hoped he was here because he wanted to be, not because he felt like he had an obligation to the team or the Bureau.

“Karl has a big ego. He’s going to answer every question with a question. He’ll try to gain the advantage with me by asking why I’m not wearing my wedding ring.” You looked down at his left hand, the gold band that you noticed on your first day, now gone, along with the woman he loved. “And then he will turn his attention to you.”

“So that’s why you brought me along.”

“Your presence will throw him off guard. And he’s going to want to describe to you in graphic detail every sexual act he committed with the families.”

“To freak me out?” Because you haven’t even met this sick bastard and you were certainly already freaked out.

Hotch met your eye, and you knew this was only going to get worse. “To pull you into his fantasy.”

The guard radioed for the gate to open, and you tried to contain the tremors in your hands. This was a wing of psychotic sexual sadists, they would pick up on your nervous ticks.

You looked to Hotch once the gate opened, and he nodded for you to go in.

“Go ahead.” You followed the guard in, surprised at the lack of noise you were welcomed with. “Keep your eyes forward. More than anything he’s going to want to see images of the children.”

“We can’t give him that.” You argued, as you started to hear the men from their cells.

“We have to give him something or we’ll get nothing from him.”

You’d kept your breathing under control the entire walk down the hallway, until a man crashed against the glass, causing you to flinch and spare a glance.

“Isn’t that, uh,-”

“Derek Payne.” He finished for you, his eyes still straight ahead.

“It’s reinforced glass.” You scoffed. Of course he wasn’t worried about another man ripping him apart.

“Easy for you to say, he tore apart fourteen women.”

The door opened to the interrogation room, and this time Hotch entered first. You were met with Karl Arnold, red bushy hair and a beard to match. He was average height, and a little stocky, not what you pictured him to look like.

“Hello Karl,” Hotch greeted him as we settled in on the other side of the table.

“Agent Hotchner,” He stood. “I wasn’t informed you were bringing a, uh,” He glanced at you, looking you up and down before turning back to Hotch. You really regretted wearing a white silk top with your dress pants today. “They just said two agents.”

“This is Agent-”

“Y/n, l/n.” You tried to control the dilation of your eyes as he looked right through you. “I know all about you.”

Now you understood why Emily asked you if you were sure about this. He kept his eyes on Hotch as he started the interrogation, never looking you in the eyes longer than a second. Even if you directed a question toward him, he would only answer to Hotch. He was a misogynist. You don’t know why you’re so surprised at this discovery, he tortured wives and families.

When he offered up his book of dialogue between him and his fans, he smelled your perfume as you reached across the table to grab it. Hotch quickly took it for you, letting you sit back down in your seat. Your gut was no longer in your stomach, it was lodged in your throat.

“How’d you lose your ring, Agent Hotchner?” It was beyond your level of profiling to understand how Hotch could just sit there and take the assault on his personal life from a man who ruined families, especially with what he’d just been through. You’d never mastered the art of compartmentalization quite like Hotch. But right now, you were thankful for your uncontrollable emotions.

“I can look past your refusal to answer my question, if you let me see the children. It’s the only way I can truly help you.” You gripped the files harder at the mention of the victims and looked at Hotch.

“Can I speak with you for a second?” He nodded and the two of you stood.

“Is there something wrong, y/n?” You bit back the sarcasm that was threatening to fall from your mouth.

“Nothing’s wrong, Karl.”

You exited the interrogation room, still clutching the files close to your chest.

“We cannot show him these.”

He looked at Arnold, who seemed to find your eyes, even through the reflective mirror. “These images will be his undoing and will lead us to the killer.”

“These are not just images.”

“That’s exactly what they are.”

“Hotch, I am not about to parade a dead twelve year old girl in a bathing suit in front of a serial killer who gets off on it.” You raised your voice, not willing to compromise any respect you had left for these victims.

“Then show him the others. It’ll gain his trust and get him talking. He won’t talk to me, he knows I know everything that gets him off. But he’ll want to tell you just what he would do to them. I told you, he wants to pull you in.”

You shook your head. “These are children! Helpless children whose fathers have to live with what this animal did to their families! These strangers do not get to see the torture and humiliation that they went through.”

“If you can’t stomach showing him what he desires, then I’ll do it. Because we’re not leaving until we get a name out of him. You’re either with the team or you’re not.”

You scoffed. “You’re not the unit chief anymore. I do what Morgan says if we can’t come to an agreement.”

It was bold of you to remind him of his subordinate place. But you were equals now, despite the decade between you two. You didn’t have to listen to his orders if you felt they were wrong.

He reached for the files, but you turned away from him. “I’m going in there. Not you. But I’m going to run the interrogation my way, not exposing these children. If you have a problem with that, you can call Morgan.”

You motioned for the guard to let you back in. You took your seat across from Karl, a smirk still evident on his face.

“What, no Agent Hotchner?”

“You know, yours was one of the first cases I studied,” You started, trying to loosen up the muscles in your face. Going against every natural instinct in your body was making it hard to relax. “I’ve been fascinated ever since. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was embarrassed with him in the room.”

“You’re embarrassed because you want to know what I did, don’t you.” You pushed out a smile, a little giggle behind it to entice him.

And of course it did. “Yes.”

“I can show you exactly what I did to them.”

“Tell me.” You tilted your head to the side, pushing some hair behind your ear. You were fighting the bile rising in your throat with every word you exchanged with him.

“Children are so precious, so clean. But they need guidance, especially the girls.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”

“Girls have much more to lose than boys. It’s a fact, the female body can handle pain much better.” If this wasn’t a serial killer across from you, you’d agree with him and make some jokes about the female anatomy. But he was enjoying this, just like Hotch said. He was pulling you in.

“What did you do to them?”

He smiled. “I showed them, what men, their fathers, and brothers, are capable of.”

“And what is that?”

“Once I killed the children, It always amazed me how little the father fought the inevitable, the dying.”

“I never thought I would get these answers, let alone from the man himself.” You pushed out another smile, because you knew he was holding back. He was almost willing to trust you, he just needed to be groomed a little more.

“It takes a good woman, to make an honest man. And you’re prettier than Agent Hotchner.”

He was dancing around the information now, knowing that he had your time and attention. “Karl, do you know why you killed all those families?”

“I already told you why.”

You dropped the sweet tone, and pushed up on your elbows. “No, you told me how. And your motivations were all driven by sex, motivations you learned from your father.”

You saw him flinch, and you knew you were getting somewhere.

“You assert your dominance by making the father, the head of the household, watch you torture, assault, and take anything you wanted from the people he’s supposed to protect. Now your admirer, they don’t have the same ambitions as you do. And normally, that would bother a man like you. You want to be adored for every single part of your mess. But like you said, they’re an admirer, not a fan. So I’m guessing it’s a woman, who you’ve really come to care for.”

He tugged on his shackled wrists, you clearly got what you were looking for.

“Those women, those girls, they needed to be taught a lesson. How to obey who’s in charge. And you,” he laughed as he inched as far across the table as he could. “The things I would do to you if I weren’t nailed to this table. You’d be done before I could call your name.”

Before you could respond, Hotch came into the room, demanding a name. You stood up, no longer needing to play a role.

“It must be distracting, working with such a beautiful woman everyday.” You didn’t spare him another glance as you heard him mumble out a name to Hotch, finally getting what he wanted: power over you.

“Morgan, we’ve got a name. It’s a female guard in intake. Get everybody here ASAP.” The guard led you and Hotch back down the hallway, through the lion's den, and back to the elevator. Once inside, you let out a breath. Hotch turned to look at you, but you spoke up before he had the chance.

“Don’t ask me to do that ever again.”

You would’ve yelled at him, tore him to pieces in the elevator ride from the fourth floor to the exit, but there was a guard escorting you out. You didn’t want him to have the privilege of watching two FBI agents battle it out. And honestly, you weren’t sure if you had the heart to yell at him after all he’d been through.

But once you were escorted through the exterior gates, your team in sight, you regained the nerve to give Hotch a piece of your mind.

Not before he spoke first though.

“You did exactly what needed to be done. I didn’t ask you to act that way toward him, and I’m sorry you feel that that was your only way in. But I’m not going to apologize for getting the name of the killer.”

“So you would have acted in the same degrading way if the roles were reversed?”

He scoffed. “Yes, I would have. Because unlike you, my feelings don’t impair my judgement or ability to do this job. You’re an asset to this team, you need to find a way to get your emotions in check.”

You stopped walking, turning around to face him. You were in the middle of the driveway now, SWAT and BAU canvassing the scene. But you were going to do this here and now.

“The only reason you brought me here was to appeal to that sick son of a bitch. The only thing that makes me an asset to you is the fact that I have a vagina and you don’t. You turned me from a Supervisory Special Agent into a fighting fuck toy! You watched as I drained every ounce of respect I had for myself to turn into what that psychopath desired, all because I wouldn’t show him pictures of innocent children.” He looked over your shoulder to the team, embarrassed that they were hearing this. “At least have the respect to look at me while I’m talking to you!”

Hotch had never heard you yell like this. You were the calm one, the baby, as Derek called you. No one ever pushed you so far over the edge to get a reaction out of you. At least, not until he did.

“The next time you ask me, JJ, Prentiss, or Garcia to flirt our way into a serial killer's mind, to expect us to degrade ourselves in order to save another woman, I will not hesitate to report you to Strauss.” You could hear footsteps behind you, but you continued on as tears started to form in your eyes. “You used to say that my empathy was what made me an amazing agent. That my ability to connect with victims and families was the reason I’m here. So do not try and make me feel worthless for possessing something that you wish you could have. Because the way you act, with no capability for empathy, is a depressing way to live.”

“Y/n,” Spencer rested a hand on your shoulder, but you shook it off.

“Figure out the man you want to be.”

Before you could say anything else, Spencer dragged you away from Hotch and towards the cars. You could feel the tears freely falling down your cheeks, but you made no effort to remove them. You ignored the stares from the rest of your team, not giving them the satisfaction of knowing what went down in that interrogation room. Instead, you got into the passenger seat of the suburban, and Spencer started the drive back to the office.

Rationally, you knew you went off too hard at him. He never deliberately asked you to flirt with Arnold. He asked you to show him the pictures of Lucy, to get him to crack under the fantasy. But you refused. You would rather make yourself go through that pain than any young child. It’s what you’d always done.

Spencer tried to convince you they hadn’t heard the conversation. That they were all too focused on SWAT’s apprehending of the guard to pay attention.

“Spence,” You started and looked over at him. “We all had our earpieces in. You heard every word.”

And he was silent the rest of the ride back. You were exhausted, and you wanted nothing more than to go home and fall asleep on your couch with reruns playing in the background. But you had a mountain of paperwork to finish, and still needed to debrief when the team got back.

Halfway through your stack, the team came back to the bullpen. Prentiss gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze as she passed by, heading for her desk. Derek had agreed to let everyone go home without debriefing. This was the earliest we’d been done with a case so close to home. We needed to capitalize on our rest.

JJ was the first to go home, excited to be home in time for dinner with Will and Henry. Prentiss and Rossi followed shortly after, going to celebrate the win of this case at an expensive restaurant, at Dave’s expense.

“Come on you two, don’t make me drag you out of here kicking and screaming.” Derek addressed you and Reid as he pulled his coat on.

“We’re right behind you boss man.” Spencer said and turned his desk light off, grabbing his cane. He should be able to ditch all mobility aids soon.

You swung your backpack over a shoulder and turned off your own light. You didn’t even make it out of your four foot space before Hotch called out to you.

“Y/n, could I see you before you leave?” He was standing in front of his office, on higher ground than the rest of us. Power move, you thought to yourself. But he wouldn’t be that petty.

You looked back to Reid and Moran, the former nodding to you before seeing himself to the elevator. Now it was just Spencer, his eyes begging for you to leave.

“I don’t need to remind you how deeply you care for all of us. But if you keep putting yourself out there to comfort him, you’re going to get destroyed.” This was the first time Spencer had mentioned this to you. Sure, you’d been helping Hotch out at home, a little more than normal, but everybody was pitching in. His wife died for god's sake.

“Spence, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He let out a sigh and fidgeted with his cane. You found it at a consignment shop on one of your weekends off, and bought it for him without hesitation. It had an eagle engraved in it’s clutch, something regal, medieval, and screamed Spencer Reid. You ignored the price, a forty dollars more than you would’ve liked to spend on a walking stick, but the look on his face when you gave it to him was priceless.

“You need to stand up for yourself. Nothing excuses the way he treated you today. Regardless of your decision to play a character.”

God, could he read you.

“No pair of rose colored glasses could cloud that. Not even yours.” He gave you one last shadow of a smile before limping his way to the elevator.

Once you regained your composure, you turned to make your way up to Hotch’s office. He was sitting in his chair, staring at the paperwork waiting to be filled out before him. You knocked on the open door, and he stood up without even looking at you. You were going to take Spencer’s advice and stick up for yourself, so you had to set the pace.

“Can this be quick? I wanted to get home before traffic started up.” He rounded the front of his desk, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he leaned against it.

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you back at the prison.” You nodded, not wanting to verbally accept the apology that was due to you hours ago. “I was out of line and completely blinded by the case. I should’ve listened to you and taken your reservations into consideration. It was narcissistic of me to think I was the only one capable of making the right decision.”

“Thank you.” You stuttered out, still absorbing the tone of his voice. His word choice was self deprecating, a cry for help if you didn’t know any better.

“Y/n,” He started but was interrupted by a shaky breath. “I hate that I made you feel like all you’re good for is to romance your way into their heads. You deserve to be treated with respect, to be valued because of your empathy and your psychological understanding of victims and their families. If I’ve ever made you feel like you were worthless before this afternoon, please tell me.”

“No, you’ve never made me feel that way.”

He nodded before turning to grab a piece of paper from his desk.

“Good. Because I’ve written up a complaint for Strauss, describing my behavior and language directed toward you today. You shouldn’t have to wait for a next time to file it.”

He extended the paper to you, and you walked until you were standing in front of him, accepting the complaint into your hands. But you didn’t even read it before tearing it in two.

“What are you doing?”

“Hotch, I’m not filing a complaint against you. Everything that I did today was my choice. You didn’t force me into anything.”

He ran a hand through his hair, the first time you’ve seen it tousled in the office.

“I was uncomfortable showing Arnold those pictures. So I made the choice to play a character, to appeal to his fantasy. You weren’t in the room, and you didn’t suggest that. If anything, you tried more than anything to get me to stick to the script. Did you have some choice words for me that weren’t necessarily appropriate? Yes. But we all have our moments. After we got out of there, I felt sick that I had to do that to get a name out of him. It wasn’t the first time I’ve camouflaged myself for the greater good, and it won’t be the last. I took out the self hatred I had on you, because you were there. Because if I did it your way, I wouldn’t be able to look at myself in the mirror again without feeling ashamed. But you didn’t deserve it.”

“Yes, I do. I deserve to be ridiculed for telling you that your empathy is a weakness. I deserve to be ridiculed for yelling at Garcia for missing something on a search. I deserve,”

His voice broke, and you froze in place. You were about to see Aaron Hotchner cry for the first time in four years. “I deserve to be punished for Haley’s death.”

Your own eyes started to water as you saw a single tear roll down his cheek. Without thinking, you reached forward and held his hands in your own. They were shaking, and he tried to pull them away from you. But you held on tight, you weren’t going anywhere.

“Hotch, look at me.” He kept his gaze on the windows, looking out onto the concrete roof.

“Hotch, please.” You were quieter the second time, and that’s what got him to meet your eyes.

“I’m not going to sit here and tell you that you could’ve prevented Haley’s death if you did one thing instead of the other. Because no matter what you did, Foyet would’ve found her, and done this all over again.” He tried to look away from you, but you tugged on his hands, begging him to stay. “But what you did prevent, was Foyet taking away the greatest thing you and Haley ever made. You saved your son, Hotch. And you ended Foyet’s reign of terror. You get to spend every day reminding Jack how amazing his mother was. How strong, resilient, and fierce she was. How she looked death in the eye and didn’t even flinch. You get to live the rest of your life for your son.”

He nodded and closed his eyes, letting the few remaining tears fall down his face. You let your own fall with the reprieve of no longer being under his stare, not wanting to fall apart when he needed you.

“I love her. I never stopped loving her. The divorce, it wasn’t because of that. It was because of this job.”

You squeezed his hands before letting them go, letting him wipe off his face.

“I know. And I know she never stopped loving you.”

You never thought you would get to this moment when you first met Haley. You let out a small laugh while remembering your first encounter, how pregnant and angry she was at Hotch.

“What?” You smiled and shook your head.

“I’m just remembering the first time I met her. She was pregnant, she called you a robot, and was cracking jokes left and right to try and get you to crack.”

That got him to smile. “I could always make her laugh when we were younger. She had the funniest, most embarrassing laugh. But it was Haley. And it was addicting.”

You wanted him to remember her like this, with a smile on her face and the loving soul she was.

“I truly am sorry for what I said to you, but you have to know I didn’t mean it.”

You nodded. “I know you didn’t. Just apologize to Garcia in the morning, and get home to Jack. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gave you a small smile as you picked up your backpack.

Spencer’s words stung in your ears while you were holding Hotch’s hands. You loved everyone on this team as your family. And Hotch needed you to be there for him a lot more over the last two months. Sure, you’d brushed off some harsh conversations with him considering the circumstances, but you knew when it went too far, like today.

“Y/n,” His voice pulled you from your thoughts, stopping you at the door. “Thank you.”

You nodded. “Of course.”

Maybe you did care too much for people. But if it helped them get back to normal, you’ll continue wearing those rose colored glasses a little while longer.

***

March 2010

“I’m grocery shopping. Because I have no food in my apartment and I never thought I’d say this, but I’m sick of eating pizza.” You threw a box of cheerios in your cart, careful not to hit the eggs on their way in.

“That’s how you’re spending your saturday? Our first saturday off in a month?”

“Well, unless I want to spend another twenty bucks on one meal, I’ve gotta do my grown up chores.” “You need to get your butt back home so we can go out and drink.”

Emily was relentless, to say the least. Every single weekend you had off, her number popped up on your phone the minute you got home. She hated resting in her own solitude, and tried to drag you along for any activity she could think of. Shopping, drinking, walking around the national mall, and, in desperate cases, running. But her record wasn’t stellar in getting you to attend.

“I’m spending the afternoon with my couch, a book that has taken me too long to read, and probably eat an entire bag of smartfood.” You chucked a box of granola bars in your cart too when you heard a kid cry. You turned to the end of the aisle, but the parent was blocking the child. “Besides, it’s dinner tonight at Hotch’s.”

“He canceled this morning. Rossi was supposed to call and let you know.” You rolled your eyes. Of course Dave forgot.

“Daddy! I want the poptarts!” You heard the kid yell out again. But you knew that voice, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“Em, I’ll see you on Monday. Have a shot for me.”

“I’ll have two.”

You laughed as you hung up the phone, pushing the cart over to your favorite little boy on the planet. You didn’t think to give the father another glance when you didn’t recognize him, but that’s because Aaron Hotchner is never without a suit at the office. He was dressed in jeans now and a quarter zip, looking like a normal dad.

When you approached the two boys, Jack was leaning against the shelf, tears streaming down his cheeks as he kicked his feet against the ground.

“It looks like SSA Hotchner could use some help profiling his son.”

Hotch was quick to stand up, meeting your eye. You only smiled while crouching down to Jack’s level.

“Hey little man, what’s the problem here?” He wiped the tears from his cheeks, and your heart broke at the redness in his eyes.

“Daddy won’t let me get any pop tarts.”

“That’s because you ate the whole box in one day without my permission.” Aaron argued back.

You hid your laugh in your shoulder, not wanting to upset Jack any more. But Hotch had already caused him to spiral into a meltdown again.

“Jack, have you ever had ants on a log?” He shook his head, tears continuing down his chubby cheeks. “Well, they were my favorite snack when I was little. It’s celery, peanut butter, and raisins all set up on a plate. And the best part is, you get to make it yourself! Now, I know how much you love peanut butter, and I bet if you ate this snack, Daddy will let you get poptarts the next time you go grocery shopping.”

“Okay.” He said and nodded his little head. “But I’m sick of grocery shopping.”

“Me too buddy.” I sat down next to him. “I do not like having to walk up and down these aisles searching for food. So, why don’t we sit here while daddy finishes his list?”

You spared a glance at Hotch and his practically full basket. You knew he would be done in ten minutes if you stayed here with Jack.

“Are you sure?” Aaron asked and you nodded.

“‘Course. I don’t need food that bad anyway.” He sighed and made his way back to his carriage.

You pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of your purse and handed it to Jack.

“Aunt Jessica told me that you know how to write your name now. Can you show me?”

He sat up straight, laying the paper down on the floor. You watched as he made a loopy uppercase J, followed with big and small letters to spell out the rest of his name.

“That’s awesome buddy. What about your last name?”

“Hotchner!” He yelled out and you laughed.

“Yeah, let me spell it out for you.” You wrote it out on the paper and it took him a few minutes to copy down.

“You’re turn now, y/n.” He handed you the pen and you wrote your name down, saying the letters as you wrote them. Jack repeated you, and it made you laugh. You forgot that kids were such sponges.

By the time you finished writing Aaron and Haley’s names for Jack, Hotch was back with his cart. “Alright buddy, it’s time for us to go. We gotta let y/n finish her grocery shopping.”

“No! I want y/n to come home with us for dinner. She was helping me spell everyone's names!”

You smiled as you stood up, giving Jack a hand. “Maybe next time buddy. But you gotta get home to try those ants on a log.”

“Actually, we’re making pizzas for dinner, Jack’s saturday choice. You can come over, if you don’t have any plans already.” You’d never heard Hotch this nervous before. It made you laugh a little.

“I’d love to. Only if I get to put extra cheese on my pizza though.”

“Of course!” Jack exclaimed and you matched his smile.

“Awesome! I’ll let you two pay for all this food and I’ll meet you at your house okay?” Jack nodded before running to the front of the cart.

“You sure you don’t have any plans? I don’t want you to give up another saturday night at my expense,”

“Hotch there is nothing more exciting than spending my weekends with the cutest four year old on the planet.” He smiled, but you knew he still wasn’t convinced. “Besides, every other twenty-nine year old I know is in a stuffy club in uncomfortable clothes. This is much more my pace.”

He nodded, a small smile on his face. “Okay. We’ll meet you at the apartment in a half an hour.”

“Sounds good. See you soon Jack!” You waved to the little boy and quickly tried to finish buying the staples that could get you through a few days at home.

You got home and quickly put your food away, making sure everything that needed to be refrigerated was chilled. You switched your t-shirt for a long sleeve tee, opting for sneakers instead of boots. Comfort was the utmost importance on days off.

It took you twenty minutes to get to Hotch’s apartment from yours, arriving at five on the dot. You were known for, and proud of your punctuality. Hotch answered the door after two knocks, and you couldn’t help but focus on the noise of three different locks unlocking.

He greeted you with a slight nod of the head, button down replacing his quarter zip.

“Do you even own comfortable clothes?” “This is comfortable.” You rolled your eyes, as he took the poptarts from your hands, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Didn’t I just have this fight with my four year old son about not buying these?” He asked as he let you in the house.

“Yes, but I’m the fun dinner guest. I bring the treats for the children.”

He tried to hide the small huff of a laugh that escaped his lips, but you still caught it. “You will be the death of me.”

You let out a laugh as he led you into the kitchen, putting them away on the top cabinet. I reached for my hip and pulled my holster off, putting it on the counter.

“Do you have somewhere I can put this? Last thing I need is to drop it while I throw up my pizza dough.” He unlocked the drawer in his desk, placing it in there before locking it back up.

You heard tiny footsteps running down the hall. “Y/n! It’s pizza time!”

You smiled as he tugged at your legs. “I know! I’m so excited!”

“Alright buddy, you’re up first. Show y/n how we properly throw our pizza dough in the air.” Hotch pushed a step stool over to the counter, waiting for Jack to step up. The grin on the little boy's face was ginormous as he powdered his hands with flour, taking the small ball of dough Hotch separated for him.

The two of you were on either side of Jack, each ready to follow his lead in the process. “Ok, on the count of three. One, two, three!”

You spun the dough in your hands before throwing it in the air, watching it separate the slightest bit. Jack’s giggles filled the apartment as he let his dough fall onto the counter. Aaron shook his head, you could tell this part of the meal was always a struggle for the little boy.

You watched as Jack spread out the miniscule amount of sauce he wanted along his crust, topping it off with a mountain of cheese. You taught him the more cheese, the better, and he clearly still believed you. You added some pepperoni to your own oval shaped pie, unsuccessful in making a perfect circle crust. But, not everyone could be the perfect Italian chef like David Rossi.

While the pizza’s were in the oven, the three of you sat down to play a few rounds of Candyland. You hadn’t played since your time at DCFS, and you forgot how there was no real objective to the game. It certainly wasn’t your game of choice, but Jack was still a little young to be able to contend with you in a game of monopoly. A few more years, you thought.

Once the pizza’s were done, Jack helped you set the table as Hotch cut the pies. You felt a little out of place, crossing some very important boundaries by having dinner with just the two Hotchner boys. This saturday was much different than the ones you spent when the whole team was over, Henry and Jack putting on dance parties for the guests.

You started to become more aware of your actions around the apartment; how you knew where the placemats were kept, that Jack used his purple cup for milk at dinner, and the strict no electronics rule at the table. However, that had been established by Haley years ago. The thought of her had a shot of guilt running through your stomach, sitting down with her family for dinner, just three and a half months after she’d passed.

You’d been thinking a lot about what Spencer had said that night at the BAU. He was vague, too vague for the doctor that could tell you how long he’d been alive down to the second. After a few sleepless nights, you called the doctor in question and demanded he explain himself. But after his admission, you quickly regretted having all the information.

Spencer Reid has known you for almost five years now, and has seen you through the moments that have shaped your adult life. Killing Stephanie Moore, testifying in the fisher king case, being your excusing phone call from multiple dates, and holding your hand as you took in one of your former foster siblings from a bad relationship. There was absolutely nothing in your life that could be hidden from him.

So when he told you he noticed your feelings for Hotch ‘about two years ago’, you nearly stopped dead in your pacing tracks. Not because you didn’t know your own feelings for the man, but because you didn’t realize it had been that long. That he had been married to Haley, albeit only for a month longer, that you started to notice how handsome your boss was. Upon hearing the truth out loud, and from another person, you ran to the bathroom and threw up a few times.

You were so embarrassed, so ashamed of caring for someone that couldn’t be yours. For caring for someone who’s wife you truly adored. After the third round of puking, Spencer reassured you through the phone that it wasn’t your fault. We can’t control who we love. And yes, he said love.

“Are you okay y/n?” Jack’s little voice pulled you from your thoughts. You smiled at his sauce covered face and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine. How’s your pizza, Jack?”

“Awesome! Daddy is the best pizza cooker ever!”

“You sure you’re okay? You look a little pale,” Aaron commented and referenced your plate. You hadn’t taken a bite.

“I’m good, really. Just thinking about how I’m going to make a bigger lego tower than Jack after dinner.”

That got the little boy to laugh, successfully switching the conversation to Jack’s favorite toys. But you noticed the glaces Hotch snuck your way, not believing you for a second. You were an awful liar.

The longer the three of you sat at the table, the larger your smile grew around these boys. Seeing Hotch being able to relax and really enjoy his time with Jack always brought a smile to your face. He was a natural father, sliding into the role of playmate and swaddler, cuddler and soother. You even remember him helping JJ out with Henry’s swaddle at work one day.

But you knew he felt guilty, not being able to be present in his son’s life everyday. You saw it in the hundred’s of views of the video of Jack’s first steps, the late night phone calls while away on a case just to say goodnight to his little boy. He missed out on a lot of the baby years, and he would be making it up to Jack for the rest of his life, with nights like these. With the whole weekend devoted to Jack Hotchner’s favorite things, minus the sugary pop tarts. Hotch had mastered the duality of being a Supervisory Special Agent for the FBI, and the loving father to Jack Hotchner. It was one of the reasons why you started caring so much for him.

“Alright Jack, you can build one tower with y/n, then it’s bath time and off to bed.” You saw the pout on Jack’s face as Hotch cleared our plates, and you helped him off the chair.

“Come on, maybe if we’re quick enough we can make two.”

He giggled as he led you to his room, stuffed animals and toys galore. This boy won’t want for a thing.

“Okay, you make a big blue one, I’ll do purple.”

You finished much quicker than the four year old, but under no circumstances would he let you sit and watch him make his masterpiece. Instead, since you had nearly two and a half feet on him, you stacked your tower on top of his and continued adding pieces to make it bigger. He cheered you on as it started to reach your head, and you were getting excited yourself. Until, it came to a crashing fall with the last green piece on top.

“Noo!” Jack yelled out, trying to catch the falling pieces.

“It’s okay Buddy, you can always make another one.” Aaron’s voice trying to soothe his son caught both you and the little guy’s attention.

The two of you turned to see Hotch leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. You wondered how long he’d been standing there.

“And maybe next time, we can make one as big as daddy.”

Hotch let out a laugh as Jack smiled at you in amazement. He liked how your brain worked.

“Bath time, bud. We gotta get your face cleaned up from all that pizza sauce, and ship you off to bed.”

“But y/n’s here,” He whined, not wanting the lego fun to end.

“Well I have to get home and take a shower too, bud. Don’t worry, there’s plenty more playdates in your future.” You said and stood up, giving the little boy a high five.

“Go wait for me in the bathroom okay, I’m gonna walk y/n out.”

“Okay. Bye bobo.” He said and ran off to the bathroom, leaving you speechless in his bedroom.

“You let him be around Derek Morgan way too much.”

“Probably. But you can’t compete with the guy who brings over a new lego set every weekend.” Hotch got your gun for you, walking you back to the front door.

“Are you kidding? You’re his hero, Hotch. He asked me last week if I was a superhero like daddy.” He cracked a smile, but his eyes were glued to the floor, unable to meet your own.

“Why did you cancel dinner tonight?” He sighed and lifted his head. You’d been wanting to ask him since you were at the grocery store. The team had been coming over for three months now, and it was something we all started to look forward to.

“I was sick of feeling like a burden to you all. I mean, asking you all to give up your Saturday nights, sometimes our only free night of the week to spend in my depressing apartment, it had been enough.” If only you could show this man how much the team cared for him through your eyes, he would never doubt his worth another day in his life.

“Hotch, the highlight of my week is coming here to be with you all. My family. Watching Henry and Jack play with each other, listening to Spencer and Penelope fight over who the true godparent is, and getting to be on the receiving end of Rossi’s awesome cooking?”

He nodded, mumbling an ‘I know’ a few times under his breath. But he needed to know that as much as you all come here for Jack, you guys care for Aaron and his well being just as much.

“I come here every saturday to make sure that Aaron Hotchner has not dressed in a suit for the sixth day in a row, and to make sure he knows that he’s doing such an amazing job with Jack. That he is being the best father, friend, and boss, that he can be.”

This time, his eyes were locked on yours as you got a real Aaron Hotchner smile out of him, dimples and all. You couldn’t help but make a check mark in the air, the team tally still going strong. He playfully rolled his eyes as you swung your bag across your shoulder.

“So who’s in the lead now?”

“Me, for the last six months. I can’t be dethroned.” You felt your cheeks grow warm, hoping he wouldn’t think too much into your stat keeping.

“Well, that seems like a pretty accurate tally.”

You made sure it was. And selfishly, you hoped no one else could get that beautiful smile to cross his face like you could.

“Thank you for coming over. We both had a lot of fun.”

“I did too. I’m around anytime, my tower building skills are not occupied for many other people.” He let out a laugh as he opened the door for you.

“Goodnight y/n. Let me know when you get home.”

“I will. Night, Hotch.”

You got home in twenty minutes, texting Aaron as you walked through your door. Quickly changing into pajamas and throwing Legally Blonde into the DVD player, your phone dinged at a new message.

It was from Hotch, a picture attached to the message. It was of Jack, towel wrapped around his head, eyes shut from grinning so wide. ‘He wanted me to send this to you. He said, ‘this is how happy I am that y/n was here tonight.’ Thanks again for everything. Goodnight.”

You couldn’t help the tears that pooled in your eyes at the sweet little boy in the picture, and his amazing dad behind the camera.

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officerjennie · 3 years

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So uhh. Kisame and reader(do you even do that kind of pairings? Feel free to exchange reader for some other character if you are not comfortable with reader) and the dirty talk and size kink >////< (what an accurate description of my secret desires concerning Kisame)(thank you in advance. Whatever you decide to write, if you decide to write anything that is, will be amazing)

I have never written any reader insert fics before, but that ain’t gonna stop me now!! >:D

I don’t care for the aesthetic look of stuff like Y/N and the other stuff like that, so Kisame is just gonna call the reader an endearment throughout. Also! The reader’s gender is gonna be ambiguous - everyone’s free to imagine the reader as their own gender, another gender, insert their OC if they want, go buck wild!

Edit: so it turns out that, despite normal smut not embarrassing me in the slightest, writing reader insert smut asjklhdflhdsahafdshdashfdsa I’m dying someone help

CW: Smut, intercourse, dirty talk, responsible condom use, size difference (though not discussed much), second person pov, Kisame calling you Babe

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

Gods but his eyes were hungry things, searing over your flesh as he sat back to look over you. His broad shoulders already had teeth marks in them from where you’d latched onto him as he carried you into his room, neck showing signs of it as well, hunger evident in the way his breaths deepened, the tongue that flicked out to wet his lips, the rather obvious bulge showing in his sweats.

And of course he would tease like that. Strip you down and sit back to watch you start to squirm, still covered himself, not letting you see what you so obviously wanted.

What you wanted was to climb him, which you had already done before he oh so rudely carried you off and dropped you on the bed and then left you without that delicious body overtop of your own. Stretching out and wiggling a little down the bed, you managed to nudge him with one of your feet, but only a single little poke before he caught the probing toes and snickered at you.

“You’re such a tease.”

“Oh, you don’t know teasing yet, babe.”

That was a promise that shot right up your spine.

Before plopping you both down on the bed, Kisame had thankfully thought ahead, having grabbed what he’d need out of the bedside table while you were busy having your legs wrapped around his waist and hands at his neck and hair. It meant the water based lubricant was within easy reach, as was the...several condoms he’d pulled out - the sight of more than one had you flushing with excitement. How many nights had you thought of this? Having this man towering over you, on top of you, inside of you? Dreams that left you panting when you woke up and reaching down to finish what they’d started and left you aching with want?

And he promised you a damn good time if that wicked grin alone was to be believed. The several condoms just added extra evidence to that promise.

“So, should I eat you out first, or after you’ll full of me?” He waggled his eyebrows as he bent down to be face first in your crotch, and you groaned - both from the proximity and from his ridiculous teasing.

“Must you?”

He just snickered at you, one large hand on your thigh to spread your legs for him - not that he needed to guide them open, you had already laid yourself bare and ready, not the slightest bit of shame even threatening to tickle your brain because what was there, honestly, to be ashamed of?

Some might think his wicked sharp teeth were too monstrous to be attractive. Others might find his blue hue unappealing. You? You loved every single tall inch of him, and you were ready to love every inch of what he’d give you.

“Both.”

You didn’t even have time to react to his own decision as his mouth descended on you, and oh, it was delicious. Your eyes rolled and your head pressed back into the pillow, back arching as he pulled you closer by your hips. That skillful tongue had no shame in it either and it skipped right past the teasing, finding you and lavishing you with the kind of pleasure you’d never known with any of your other partners.

As he licked and lavished you, ever careful of his sharp teeth, you heard the sound of a bottle pop open. Soon, one slick finger found your entrance, pressing against it oh so gently and making a sound catch in your throat, before it swirled around to tease you.

Gods but he did love to tease.

It took an aching amount of time for him to press even a single finger in, Kisame taking his time, occasionally stopping to pressing kisses all around your sensitive parts and thighs. Once he even nipped one thigh and made you jump, your head popping up and eyes squinting to see him shooting you an amused grin.

“Just making sure you’re paying attention, babe.”

“Like I could pay attention to anything else,” you growled, but there was no angry heat to your words. They were currently too colored by another type of heat which spread across your cheeks and all the way down your neck - you could feel it there, just as you could feel it spreading all the way down to the tips of your toes.

Kisame took his time stretching you open, something you were both grateful for and also increasingly impatient over. This might be your first time being pressed into his mattress but you knew exactly how big the man was, glimpses caught here and there when you spent the night over, the weight of it felt against your hip or thigh during heated moments and it making you gasp - and given you were no where near as tall as him that size meant something.

Knowing and actually thinking intelligently over the issue while he took his achingly slow time taking you apart were two different things, however, and that broad hand holding you still and not letting you buck into the fingers that were spreading you open was driving you crazy.

“Kisame.” It was meant to sound angry but it was just a whine, one that made him groan as he dipped down to lap at your entrance, leaving you gasping even more. “I’m- it’s enough, I’m fine, just-”

“Not quite yet.”

You groaned and pressed your head further back into the pillow, hardly able to see the ceiling above through the heated haze that was taking over. It was getting hard to think about anything besides those fingers and that sinful tongue, and you were beginning to worry you might come a bit too quickly - not that you’d be against it, chasing that feeling, letting that tight coil in your gut send you over the edge, but you were worried about seeming perhaps a little too desperate for him.

“That should do it.” Without any more warning, you found yourself suddenly clenching around nothing, whimpering at the lack of him in you. But just as you lifted your head to beg him to fill you he was already tugging you closer, slipping your head right off the pillow and wrapping your legs firmly around his waist. Soon you felt the press of his head against you, ever so light, teasing once more as he lined himself right up.

And instead of pressing in, he took some time to rub it against you, making you pant and try to press onto him only to be held steady by the hand that wasn’t holding his cock.

“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He smirked but he wasn’t fooling anyone. This had all worked him up just as much as you, he was just better at controlling himself. Apparently. Annoyingly.

“Bet you’ll feel so good around me. Nice and hot and tight, just for me.” He stopped rubbing the head of his cock in circles against you to press a little more, drawing out a whine from deep in your throat. “Tell me what you want, babe. Tell me you want me.”

“Gods, just fuck me already.”

He snickered as you squeezed his waist with your legs threateningly, folding you over as he crawled up to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Leaving you breathless once again, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip - and when he slipped it inside your mouth you could taste yourself on his tongue.

It was a good thing he’d taken his time to stretch you open. Your eyes threatened to roll out of your head as he pressed in at last, at long last, and it still took gentle rolling of his hips and much patience and time before you were shaking in his arms as he bottomed out.

He was big. Almost too big, leaving you helplessly clenching around his girth, trying to adjust to having him inside of you. He groaned as you did, burying his head into the crook of your neck to leave soft kisses and the gentlest of nips there.

“Babe, you’re so good, you feel so good,” he whispered low into your ear, his broad shoulders damp with sweat where your arms were wrapped around them the best you could reach. They shook every so slightly, giving away how much effort it took for him to not move, to give you this time to adjust and relax around him. “Fuck but you’re tight, I cannot wait to wreck you.”

“That a promise?” You grinned, turning just enough to catch the way his eyes darkened then, watching a grin bloom across his own face that showed many sharp teeth.

“Oh, babe. You’d better believe it is.”

Kisame had never been one to lie. He proved his word was good as soon as you were ready for him to move, him taking you apart piece by delicious piece, the whole while dripping filthy praise over how well you took him, how beautiful you sounded whining and whimpering and singing for him, how good you looked wrapped so tight around his cock.

And when you shook apart in his arms, feeling so small and yet so safe and secure held together by him, you knew full well that promise had been kept and fulfilled.

That night, after Kisame had tossed the used condoms into the waist can (after taking you apart and putting you back together at least three different times) and after he took the time to clean you both up, you ended up held tight in those strong arms. You were exhausted but managed to wriggle up onto his chest, laying your head there to listen to his heartbeat, loving that it beat fast just for you.

Your dreams had not done him justice in the slightest. As sleep took you, a yawn cracking your jaw, you just hoped it wouldn’t just be in your dreams anymore that you got to be like this with him - you doubted it would be, considering how his hand rubbed circles into your back in such a soothing and gentle way. Doubted he was the type to fuck and run, not after all the flirting and afternoon tea dates you’d already gone through together.

This, no doubt, would not be the last time. You fell asleep on top of him, peacefully melting against him as the moonlight poured in through the cracks in the window blinds, the song of cicadas lulling you to dream of lacing your fingers with him in the springtime.

#crosspost later #kisame #reader insert #lemony #kisame/reader #mywriting #fanfiction #okay i'm dying now #second person pov is not for me xD #and aslkhdflkahshfdha #this was so embarrassing to write and idk why #i'm just gonna...go hide under the covers now #Anon love #asks

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sooibian · 4 years

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Flambé (Preview)

poster and edits/collage credits to @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt !

🍜 pairing: kyungsoo x fem!reader

🍜 description: pull up a chair. take a taste. come join us. life is so endlessly delicious. - ruth reichl

🍜 themes: fluff, crack (ish), slight angst, a lil bit of spice (in the future), rivals to lovers au

🍜 word count: ~ 2.8k

🍜 a/n: a little preview of a chef kyungsoo story that i've been working on. while i have the plot fleshed out it'll honestly be a while before the long one/two-shot comes out since a lot of research goes into the details. and....i write at a snail's pace. thank you for your patience and lmk if you'd like a tag in the updates!

this story is inspired by a lot of random yt videos and netflix's shows - street food and chef's table.

tagging *deep breath* @j-pping and @changshapatrol (the real rotten banana is here!)

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Water bobbed in frenetic bubbles in a massive ancient stone pot that was perched atop a fort of raging wood. Amidst brutal peals of thunder, a gushing stream rose from a nearby hill, obscuring the shrill cries of the sacrificial crab.

Chanting a spell, you lifted the enormous crustacean by its pincers and lowered it into the growling, pitch black utensil. Blubbering helplessly, it lodged its claws at the rim of the pot in desperation - seeking escape. The sound of your maniacal laughter reverberated through the cave as you thrust it back into the violent undulation with the flick of a bladed-spatula.

All of a sudden, a wave of unconsciousness swept over you. You felt your skin singe as boiling water started to fill up your lungs.

You were alone - at the bottom of the very same utensil.

“Help!” frantic, you staggered up, gasping for air. But the bladed-spatula wielding crab, who was now free and hovering over you, roared at your defenseless form.

Maybe your spell didn't land, you thought.

“Please, Chef!” you whimpered.

In one swift motion, it swooshed down to your eye level.

Bushy black brows sprouted on its forehead, just a little over a pair of big brown circles for eyes. Then came the nose, followed by a bloody red mouth that snarled at you.

zzzz...

“Late again?” It drawled in a jarring tenor.

zzzz...

zzzz…

4:00 a.m., your phone blinked.

In a sleep befuddled state, your hand reached out for the wailing device. ‘Late again’, Chef’s cold, deep voice sounded in your consciousness as you wiped the droplets of sweat off your forehead.

Chef.

Doh Kyungsoo had insisted on the title and you'd defiantly refused to call him that. What business does a man working at a Kalguksu stand in Gwangjang Market have, being called a chef. You'd seeked redressal with the higher ups. The owner. Your aunt.

"Aegiya, he has something that you don't."

"A dick?"

"YAH! He has a degree in culinary arts. It's only befitting that we give him the respect his degree deserves!"

"Imo, haven't you watched Parasite? Anyone can forge documents these days and if so then why is he here? He could very well get a job at Four Seasons like Hyun Jin. Think, Imo. Think!”

“Exactly! With forged documents, he could be anywhere. But he’s here, no?”

“Maybe you’re just easier to manipulate.”

"Chef. You're calling him Chef."

Every time the egotistical madman opened that darned mouth of his, it made you want to knock him down with a roundhouse and beat the living daylights out of him.

But, with a deep breath, you always resisted the temptation.

Because one day, one glorious day, you’d take over your aunt’s business and the very first item on your agenda would be….well, the obvious. With a glimmer of hope, you floundered out of your comforter, muttering every cuss word you’d learnt...and crafted in the course of working with the devil himself.

“Ahh 3000 is a bit too much for cucumbers", he said to the middle aged vendor, flashing a boyish grin.

The face of sourcing had drastically changed in the last six months since Kyungsoo’s arrival. Prior to his dictatorship, your aunt had a tie up with some of the local vendors who’d hand deliver the produce every single day, without fail. Guess Kyungsoo didn’t fully comprehend the benefits of customer loyalty. ‘There could be better quality ingredients out there, Sajangnim...economically priced, I might add’, he’d convinced your aunt using his military corporal voice. No matter if it meant awkward break-ups with the vegetables ahjumma or the prawns ahjussi. You had to do the dirty work.

And tag along for the routine 5 a.m sourcing runs. Every morning, he greeted you with an accusatory ‘you’ve killed my cat’ expression.

You groaned, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. If only he’d quit flirting with every woman in the market and hurry up! The purchases had long exceeded the capacity of your humble cart. Flailing your numb arms awake, you urged him to speed up with a nudge of the knee but he glared at you like you’d asked him for a kidney.

Kyungsoo had a tendency to overbuy but never would he help with a single bag. ‘I don’t like to sweat’ was his excuse. Which was pretty ridiculous considering he spent over ten hours a day overseeing a scorching frying pan. But you knew better than to argue. Because as much as you loathed every fibre of his existence, he terrified you a little. The man possessed the duality of a psychopath. As fierce as he was in the Market, ruthlessly competitive even, he was quite the sweet talker. And you could bet your life on the fact that every woman - whether or not a rival - would take a bullet for him.

“Ahdeul-ah”, the woman cooed at him, making your insides violently contort, “you know how tight the market is these days. But I’ll throw in some more only for you.”

The additional weight of three kilos on your right arm ended your sourcing run for the day.

***

“Chef”, huffing, you said to him on your way out, “I had a late night last night.”

“And I need to be privy to this little nugget of unwarranted information because?” He paced ahead of you at his usual lightning speed.

“No, I meant, could we stop”, panting you continued, “could we stop for a quick cup of coffee.”

Halting abruptly, he turned around to look you in the eyes, “No.”

“Asshole!”

“I heard that.”

Monday at Choi Yoonsun’s was busier than usual.

It went by in a daze amidst a cacophony of a sizzling girdle, clanging of pots and pans and your aunt’s relentless vocalization inviting customers to the stall. Having served thousands of bowls of Kalguksu and Kimchi Mandu, you heavily relied on muscle memory to get you through a workday’s demands.

Despite its chaos and commotion, you quite enjoyed working in the Market.

Not being particularly skilled at much and having nearly flunked out of high school, cooking was the one thing that defined you. It was your safe harbour. You’d lost your father in an accident at the tender age of ten and your mother was forced to work long hours to put food on the table. So you honed your culinary skills, little by little, because you thought it vital for your own well being as well as your mother’s.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

At the end of yet another gratifying day, you left a wet towel soaking in vinegar for Kyungsoo to clean the iron girdle and proceeded to tend to the dirty dishes.

“Yahh!” Imo called out for Kyungsoo and you, thumping her hand on the table, gesturing for you to join her.

“Ahh! Imo, there’s a huge pile of dirty dishes!” You cried, only to turn around to find that ass-kisser already at the table, schmoozing with your aunt. Hastily taking off your grubby apron, you washed your hands and wiped them clean with a rag cloth. Straightening your black shirt and flattening unruly flyaways, you rushed toward the table but she was already up and ready to leave, “We’ll have dinner together tonight. I want to have a chat with the both of you.”

“But -”

“Sajangnim”, Kyungsoo interrupted, wagging a finger in your direction, “this one’s had a late night last night -”

“Chef! So I guess I’ll be seeing you tonight. As if seeing you every day of every week wasn’t enough already!”

An overtly saccharine smile spread across your face and his jaw tightened in response.

“Aish….you two...I’m leaving now”, she sighed, shaking her head, “see you both in two hours.”

Kimchi jjigae, pajeon, tteokbokki, jajangmyeon, some leftover bibimbap with sides galore from Hong Lim Banchan Stall. She clearly had something important to talk about.

But the vibe at the dinner table just didn’t sit right with you.

The reason could be the bespectacled black hole of negativity that was seated besides you in all black clothing but there was something off about Imo.

She was being a little too...nice.

Fear gradually started to settle in your bones. Was she finally closing down? Was this delectable fare an attempt at softening the blow? After all, she’d settled her husband’s debts and her sons were doing well for themselves. Quite well, in fact. One of them was a banker and the other even went to culinary school and was working as a chef at Four Seasons’ Chinese restaurant. It only made sense for her to trade the Market’s gruelling ways for some much deserved peace and quiet.

“We’re closing down the stall”, she said coolly.

It was like a punch in the gut.

“Imo -”

“Aga”, she said resting her chin on her hand, “the Market’s given me everything. It’s given me a sense of pride...a sense of independence. It put my family back together. I used to think that I’m nothing without my husband and my sons...but the Market gave me an identity.”

A million scenarios cascading through your head drowned out your aunt’s voice. Would you now have to go back to Bucheon? Or invest in a stall of your own at the traditional Gwangjang that’d never accept your big and bold ways with cooking? And to start from scratch? With a new recipe? Kalguksu with a twist, perhaps? But you had no insight into your aunt’s special broth. She’d barely even let you whip up the hand-cut noodles.

You realized that you weren’t the only one caught in the eye of the storm. Kyungsoo’s eyes were scarily fixated on the bowl of jajangmyeon before him. His seemingly miserable state gave you a fleeting sense of relief and it was right in that moment that he chose to say something unpalatable.

“Sajangnim, you’ve worked too hard. It’s time for you to reap the fruits of your labour. We’ll be fine you don’t have to worry about us.”

Of course he’ll be fine.

All the stall-owners in the Market have been vying for him ever since the day he set foot into Choi Yoonsun’s. Whereas, you had nowhere to go. The world conveniently assumes your aunt hired you only because you were her poor sister’s daughter who she sought to help financially. Not because you had what it took to be there and survive.

"Did I say I was ready to retire?” She laughed, eyeing Kyungsoo quizzically, leaving you dumbfounded.

“Here’s the thing..I met up with a friend last month. She was looking for a buyer for her little family run marinated crabs restaurant in Gangnam. So I took out a loan, made her an offer”, balling her hands into fists she sighed, “put in the deposit...and the place is pretty much mine now!”

“IMO!”, you yelled, “why did you scare me like that! I thought I was laid off!”

“Well, it’s a big move, I’m not sure the two of you are ready to make...requires a tonne of work and I may not be able to pay half of what you earned at the Market for at least two months until we open! It’ll take us two years or so to break even and only then will I be able to afford you a pay raise. I could help you get a job at the banchan stall since you love seasoned spinach so much and Kyungsoo stands a chance at even managing one of the Pakgane stalls!”

Pakgane was the mung bean pancake stall that had gotten so popular that the owner had managed to branch out of Gwangjang. So even your beloved aunt believed that you’d make for a better “help” and Kyungsoo, a Manager.

Ugh!

“I’m coming with you”, you said firmly, “I’ve saved up a little and Mom will gladly pitch in, if need be...”

At this point, you’d expected Kyungsoo to be ready with his luggage considering the little sycophant he was but his expression was stoic, eyes still glued to the jajangmyeon bowl. It filled you with insane hope.

He was going to jump the ship...finally!

“Chef...”, you couldn’t resist, “you don’t have to worry about us...I’m more than enough for Imo. You may...”

He shot you an angry glare making you chew on your unsaid words. But you wanted to rile him just a little more. So you excused yourself to bring a bottle of ketchup and squeezed it generously atop the stack of pajeon while eyeing him maliciously.

Ketchup.

The tangy, unassuming condiment was the sole reason Kyungsoo despised you. As this dinner marked the end of his torturous regime, you celebrated with ketchup - lots of it - right in front of his nasty eyes.

Steam swirled in different directions and at every twenty metres a contrastive redolence tickled your olfactory senses. Experiencing Gwangjang as a customer was a far richer experience compared to the donkeywork involved in a life as a vendor.

A proper send-off was essential lest Kyungsoo decided to stay, even if it burned a hole in your pocket. You planned on giving him a final tour of the Market where he (and you) could say his goodbyes while receiving a premium fuel of vitamins, minerals and carbs.

A whole lot of carbs.

“Let’s start with Pakgane”, said Kyungsoo, with a skewered sausage in his hand.

You shook your head in response. You wanted to start with the best and mung bean pancakes weren’t it. This was going to be a farewell he’d never forget.

With every step you took, the aroma of scallops drizzled with butter and cheese grew stronger. You started your tour by ordering two portions of the delectable street food which set you back considerably. But you were too elated to care. You refused Kyungsoo’s offer to pay as the woman set the scallops on fire with a blow torch.

“Do you know what that technique’s called?” Kyungsoo gave a little nod in the direction of the aflame food.

Another teachable moment.

You’d made a firm resolve to not let any of his condescension bog you down so with a sweet smile, you replied, “No, Chef. I do not.”

“Flambé. But minus the alcohol. Do you know how they manage that?”

The ahjumma came to your rescue and you jumped to collect the order. You could’ve sworn that you caught the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

***

The Market supposedly looked the same as it did fifty years ago and you quite enjoyed eating your way through it. The tour made your heart grapple with nostalgia even though your partner’s personality was akin to a mug of insipid coffee.

Although you’d spent only a little over a year with Choi Yoonsun, the goodbyes were long and hard. Some of the vendors squeezed you and Kyungsoo in heart wrenching hugs, the others gave you a little cash to help you through the transition and for some of the food, you paid in smiles and love.

After a gastronomic fiesta that entailed tteokbokki, pajeon (minus the ketchup - you did it Kyungsoo’s way), sashimi, kimbap, different types of banchan, a thousand more teachable moments, the both of you ended the day on a sweet note with hotteok.

The ahjussi wished you both luck, making you choke back tears.

Kyungsoo noticed.

“Are you…. Is the hotteok spicy? No, I mean it’s obviously not...erm”

The dam of your tears burst.

You were going to miss this place. Even the less appealing aspects of it. You were going to miss the kimbap unnie who greeted you with a hug everyday, also the snooty mandu ahjumma who could hardly stand the sight of you. You were even going to miss washing dishes in the winters with water that was supposed to be ice and the sweltering summers which had you sweating through every layer of clothing.

Hell, you were even going to miss Kyungsoo.

“No”, you sniffled, “No, no Chef, it’s nothing. Take care of yourself. As much as I’m glad that our fateful working relationship has met its rightful end, I truly, genuinely, wish you luck. And learn to smile more often, yeah?”

“Are you dying?” He gleamed.

“What? NO! What? You’re leaving. What is wrong with you?”

“Who says I’m leaving?”

“You! You’re not coming with us to Gangnam!”

“Says who?”

“Your stupid face that looked like it was hit by a freight train when Imo broke the news last week!”

“I’m not leaving?” He mused.

“This is no time to joke, Chef. You are leaving!”

“Says who!”

“Your stu-”

“Stupid face? I wasn’t planning on leaving at all. I’ve even found myself a place close to the restaurant. Oh yeah, sorry for having misled you. It was really just - my stupid face.”

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tommyquackson · 5 years

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Unusual |S. Stan|

summary: seb is a secret vampire

warnings: biting, cussing, a little bit of boood and drinking

notes: i don’t know man, it just popped in my head

Not My Photo but I did edit it :)))

Something about this frat party made you unbelievably unnerved, but you knew you deserved a night out after weeks of exams and essays and all-nighters. So you push through the uneasiness and go to the kitchen where there’s so many different drink choices it warms your skin. You grab a wine cooler and move towards the living room where people are sitting and talking. You sit near a girl you shared a class with and begin chatting. The loud music vibrates your bones and probably your brain too, but it somehow becomes comforting. You haven’t partied in a month and you were known for keeping parties live.

“Hey ladies, hows everything going for ya tonight?” A voice breaks you out of your talk with whatever her name is. You look up and see Sebastian Stan, Frat President and local FuckBoy™️. His hair gets darker the more you see him (which is quite a lot now that you think about it) and his eyes are steel blue, which almost blends in with his scarily pale skin.

The girl you were with, bites her lip and begins playing Sebastians game, entertaining him on how much fun she’s having and how the frat out does themselves every time. You look down and realize your wine cooler is almost empty so you chug the rest and move back towards the kitchen. You decide on something a little heavier so you can really get crazy tonight. Once you open your drink, a group of people call your name and wave you over.

“Y/n! Let’s play beer pong, you’re our female champion, and we’ve got a challenger.” Your friend Zach says wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m the Champion over everyone, Zach. Who’s our challenger?” You speak laughing. You look across the white foldable table and see Sebastian with a blonde girl from your English class.

You smirk and quickly pass your drink to some kid Drake, but not before taking a couple gulps. You roll your shoulders and neck and crack your knuckles. Sebastian goes first and makes it into one of the cups. You pick it up and quickly chug it down. The girl goes next and misses by a little bit, it was pure luck she was even that close, her form is off and she has no aiming technique. You go next and sink the ball into one of the back cups. Seb looks impressed and chugs the beer while looking at you, his eyes are much darker than before, Black almost. Zach goes and makes it in another cup. After several rounds and Zach and Sebastians girl quitting, you’re down to two more cups, one on each side. You’re both fairly drunk but you try not to let it effect your gaming skills.

“Getting tipsy little y/n?” That prick laughs over the table.

“You wish little Seb” You wink back at him. You take your shot and make it perfectly in the cup, cheering along with everyone who became invested in the competitive game.

“Congrats babe, what do you want as your prize?” He toys, biting his lip.

“I think the stupid look on your face when I made it, is prize enough Mr President” You speak moving away from the table. You migrate to the dance floor and begin dancing with a couple friends. You feel someone slide in behind you, lightly grabbing your waist. You know turn your head and see a mess of black hair and immediately know who it is. You decide not to say anything but you keep dancing, occasionally grinding on Sebastian.

“Come with me” He growls in your ear, grabbing you wrist and pushing through the crowd and upstairs.

“Do I get to see your office? Or do you take all your girls there?” You speak, words almost slurring together.

“Nah, they don’t usually make it this far. Only certain people get to see my room and even fewer my office” He turns and winks at me. Your heart skips when he does, not because he winked but because his eyes have changed again, to a deep red that scared you. You keep walking until he opens a large door and enters what, must be his Presidents office, fancy wood desks and plenty of plaques and pictures of the frat doing community work. You immediately fall into the plush sofa on the other side. He chuckles and pulls a water out of his mini-fridge and tosses it at you, before sitting next to you with his arm tossed around the back of the couch.

“So why am I so special that I get to come in here?” You speak moving closer to him. You set the water down on the floor and bring your hand up to play with the collar of his dress shirt, that had a couple buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You look in his eyes which are a much brighter red.

“You’re special y/n. I can almost taste it” He leans down to your ear and kisses your neck. You whimper and move into his lap.

“Seb? Can I ask you a question?” You squeak playing with the hair in the nape of his neck. He just hums and keeps kissing and lightly biting your neck. “uhm, how or uh why are your eyes red?” You let out a yelp when he bites a little harder in one spot.

“That’s a secret babe, can’t have everyone knowing it. So if you want me to tell you, you gotta do a couple things for me. That sound fair?” He pulled his head up, smirking widely at you. You nod quickly at him.

“First, be my girl. Let me take you out, wear my President blazer, sleep in my bed sometimes, keep me company in my office, let me take care of you, all that good shit.” He says moving some of the hair out of your face.

“Is-is this a prank?” you ask quietly looking down at your laps.

“No pranks baby, i’m serious. I really like you but ive never known how to come up to you and just ask.” He speaks. You look in his eyes and he looks like he means it and Sebs a pretty honest guy, so why not trust him now?

“I’d like to be your girlfriend very much.” You say biting your lip, in a desperate attempt to stop the heat spreading to your face.

“Perfect darling. Ok second thing, you gotta promise not to tell anyone, or it won’t end well for either of us.” His voice gets low and threatening. You nod again. “No y/n. I need to hear you say it”

“I promise Sebastian” You speak offering him your pinky finger, he grins and takes it before kissing you. You kiss him back, almost forgetting that he still hasn’t told you why his eyes are red. You pull apart and look at him.

“So, you gonna tell me?” You move off his lap and cuddle into his side.

“Ok but I think i need to just show you first” He says smirking again. You just nod and wait again. He dips his head back into your neck and begins kissing.

“Seb wha-“

“Patience babydoll” He hisses. You feel him drag his tongue across a spot on your neck a couple of times. “You smell delicious baby” He speaks with a slight lisp. You feel his teeth drag across the place he was licking earlier. He nibbles a bit before fully biting you, and wrapping his arm around your waist you can’t move. Your neck hurts and you try moving but Seb is too strong and there’s nothing you can do, as he sucks hard.

He brings his head back up and licks his lips. You look and notice he has two teeth, much longer and sharper than the others. He has blood dribbling down his mouth and wipes it with his thumb. It was incredibly hot, but you’re more confused. You lift your fingers to your neck and look at your fingers, blood on the tips.

“What the fuck, sebastian?” You almost yell at him. “What the hell. You just fucking bit me” You accuse.

“I was actually drinking your blood” He says quietly.

“Why the ever living fuck, would you ever, fucking do that shit?” You ask putting pressure on your new wounds.

“Cause I’m a vampire.” He says standing up with you.

“Like an actually real vampire?” You squeak out. He sighs.

“Yes but it’s not all the extra shit like in books and stuff. I just drink blood like once a month and i’m strong and also for some reason my spit heals your neck and i apparently can’t die for a very long time so you know. That’s always a thing” He says putting his hands in his pockets. It’s crazy to see how much he changed from a confident fuckboy to nervous puppy on 5 minutes.

“Do you only want to date me cause I have yummy blood?” You ask pathetically.

“NO! Oh no. I mean yea you’re blood smells and tastes amazing, but no i actually like you for you.” He says grabbing your hands.

“Wow. I don’t know how or why I’m okay with this, but I am. Now can you please use your magic spit on my neck cause these bites kinda hurt.” You pout. He laughs and dips to lick your neck a couple times. When he looks at you smiling, the pain has disappeared and you can’t feel anything on your neck.

“So....do you sleep all day or some shit, like can you go into the sun? When’d you change? Are you dead?” You ask a million questions at once.

“I will answer all and more tomorrow, but for now. I say we head to my room and we can sleep or, we can not sleep” He smirks giving you a wink.

“Not sleep, lets definitely not sleep” You say as you walks you out of the office and down the hall.

#imagine #sebastian stan #seb stan #college!au #college!sebastian #sebastian stan imagine #writing

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ragingcravings · 6 years

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Valiant | jjk [M]

Request: Hello Lexi! I've been dying to request something to you since forever! But my life is preventing me from doing so! Can I request a vampire Jeongguk that really really arrogant and cold meet with a girl that are really feisty and smut! I leave it to you... Thanks

Pairing: Jungook x Y/N

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: dom!jungkook, cum play, blood play? I guess?, vamp!jungkook, smut (cause I’m sure that’s not obvious with these warnings—), pain kink

Summary: Things that go bump in the night are very real and recently exposed themselves to humans. If there is one quality that describes her, it’s her stubborn curiosity. So, when she happens to run into a rather cute looking vampire, she’s more driven to figure him out than she is to be afraid of him. Jungkook wants to show her that he is not someone to be messed with and the only time she seems to listen to him is when his fingers are knuckle-deep in her cunt.

A/N: big thanks to @cheekychim and @rachelisdun for their help to get this out! Also note this only has light editing so there might be a few errors I missed when I scanned through this.

“— they have lived peacefully beside of us for a millennium without revealing their true identity. Recently deciding to step out of the shadows, the head of the vampires has announced that they are eager to live alongside us in the night. You won’t need to fear for your safety, there are blood banks being established where you can donate your blood! They say that they don’t drink live blood unless they have consent, but judging by the positive reactions across the rest of the world, many will be in line to get the first bite. I don’t know about you, but I am a little excited. It’s straight out of a book, almost. Join us tomorrow where we will be hosting a few local vampires. Send in your questions, comments, anything to our twitter page at—”

The television screen went blank and she sat in her apartment quietly for a moment, taking the information in. She almost wanted to laugh, ask which of her friends had thought this prank up because it was genius, but she would still murder them with her bare hands. Still, it had been plastered across multiple news stations, all over any sort of social media. She’d seen it earlier while working, but the idea of vampires being real hadn’t clicked in her mind yet. They were her favorite supernatural species, admittedly, but the thought of them leaving her imagination and the pages of books was absurd.

“Your life will stay the same. They’ve lived alongside of us for a fucking millennium. None of this will change. They have a strict code of honor that fucking keeps them from taking a bite of your delectable skin and sucking you dry. Promise,” she huffed sarcastically under her breath. It was one of her running mantras that often included cussing and looking down upon the race that had stepped out almost five years ago. “But nothing has stopped them from syphoning all of your money and rising to the top, especially now that they can threaten you and, fucking hell, and force you to live in an apartment complex that should have burned down years ago because of inflation rates and the shortage of money in your fucking pocket.”

Laws had been put in place since then, yet, all she saw around her was destruction. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad. Sure, her apartment leaked and the walls were paper thin and there were rats living under her kitchen sink, but everything was fine. Dandy. Peachy, even. At least she had heat to get her through the winter. Right? Right? No.

“Maybe if I burn the fucking apartment to the ground, I’ll finally unthaw,” she ranted, mostly to herself. When she spoke, a puff of white air came from her mouth and dispersed into the chilly air. She wrapped her arms around herself a little tighter, her teeth chattering together. Her old sneakers, the same pair she owned since her feet had stopped growing and were held together with old gum and thin pieces of string, kicked at rocks as she made her way down the sidewalk. Tucked safely into her left pocket was enough money for her to buy a blanket, maybe two if she found a good deal. She passed a few people on the way, but she figured she’d scared them off with her muttering and the angry scowl. Good. She didn’t want to talk to anyone.

She was doing her best to make sure her money lasted long enough to pay the rent and buy her necessary things, like food. That was about all she could afford, even though she worked extra shifts at the diner down the road. Vampires had all of the money, they owned everything these days, which left humans with very little unless they were pets to the vampires. A growing trend. She figured it was kind of like having a sugar daddy, but instead of sex, they wanted blood. Or blood and sex. In return, they’d pay for things like new shoes, food, a house, and maybe to make sure the heat fucking worked. That lifestyle was beginning to grow on her.

She’d bugged her landlord about it for the last two days ever since the blasted thing went out, but he’d just waved her off and told her to buy blankets. As if he wasn’t sitting on a pile of money that she paid him each month. It was over three-quarters of her monthly paycheck, for fuck's sake. He must have some sort of stash that he could draw from to pay someone to fix her fucking heat.

The store was warmer compared to the outside air and she was half tempted to hide behind one of the displays and sleep in the store, but she wasn’t very sneaky and she didn’t really want to test the patience of the local police. She grabbed one blanket and stopped on a whim to pick up a pair of fuzzy socks. Those always picked her mood up a little and her last pair had gotten rain on them and, behold, the laundry machines were broken, too! She stopped long enough to pay, watching the cashier, a skinny woman a few years older than her, stuff the blanket (it had large puppy across the front of it) and the blue and purple socks into a bag with the store’s logo on it. She handed her the crumpled money and took the bag and her change and, with one last embracing breath, stepped back out into the cold.

The sun had started setting behind her back on the way to the mall, so it didn’t really surprise her when she was met with the pinkish-orange sky on the way out. She could see bits of it between buildings, the main portion she saw above the road. She quickened her pace a little bit, pushing the sleeve of her jacket out of the way to peer at the cheap digital watch she’d picked up a few months ago. It wouldn’t be long until it was dark, dark enough for the vampires to wake up and explore the streets, and her apartment was a thirty-minute walk. She kept her head down and held tightly to the bag, her shoulders squared a little to attempt to protect her face from the wind and her teeth started knocking together again.

She lived just outside of the main city in apartments that were obviously run down, even from the outside. Gutters were only half attached to the roof and shingles laid out on the pavement around. There weren’t many cars in the parking lot if you could afford a care you could afford a better apartment. She was glad, though, when she saw the buildings, even in the distance. Her pace slowed down a little and she was less nervous about running into a vampire. It was dark outside, dark enough for them to roam, but street lights lit her way. She hurried between the darkness to the next patch of light, running her tongue across her lips again. They were already chapped and cracking, but she’d left her chapstick at home. She could almost smell the mildew of her apartment and taste the cheap bread that probably housed penicillin when she felt a cold hand grab her wrist and jerk her rather rudely into the gap between a different set of apartments. She didn’t cry out or shriek, her teeth were too busy chattering to scream out of surprise.

It wasn’t every day that he found a girl that made him eager to sink his teeth into her skin. After being around for a couple hundred years, Jungkook found that most females started looking the same. Faces would blend together in his memory and it boiled down to blood type and smell. He preferred females to males, they were sweeter and typically smelled better than the overdose of cologne and sweat that gathered on their counterparts. The girl he held in front of her was shaking, but not from fear. No, he could tell when humans were afraid of them. A glance down at her bag, he could read the logo on it and see the top of a pair of fuzzy socks and the corner of a dark blanket. Ah, she was cold. He couldn’t remember what it felt like to be warm. To be full of blood. He’d been changed, he wasn’t born a vampire, which discluded him from certain circles. He didn’t really mind, his life was good. He had a better apartment than the dingy houses around them and he didn’t have to worry about many trivial things.

The only thing he really found himself worrying about was where he would get his next meal. That was important. To him, anyways. He needed to eat, he wanted to eat. God, he’d never imagined blood being so delicious. Honestly, as a human, the sight had made him squeamish, but he could hear her blood moving through her veins and he was more than eager to sink his white, pointy teeth into the side of her neck.

“Um, excuse you,” she spoke, uncurling her fingers and pushing at the vampire’s chest too, hopefully, put space between him and where he had her pinned against the wall. “Look, I am really just not having it today. I am fucking cold. Find some other whore to get your blood from.”

A little taken back by her bluntness and her shove, he stared at her for a moment. Normally humans, especially the females, would be screaming and squirming, trying to get away and begging for their lives. “You shoved me.”

“Wow, captain obvious, I am so glad that your deductive skills are on par tonight. Really, you ought to try to play Sherlock in the next TV adaptation,” she snapped, rolling her eyes. She shook her head a little and tried to conceal the way she was shivering. She might have had a bit of a death wish, after all, not many people batted an eye if one went missing. Sure, there were laws in place, but that was about it. It was one thing to have laws and another to actively enforce them. Not many judges wanted to go head to head with a vampire, it was like signing your own death wish. “Seriously, though, I am on my way to put on fuzzy socks and drink cheap wine and continue having my mid-life crisis and I’m not even thirty, yet.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at the girl, but his grip on her stayed the same. There was no chance in hell that he would let someone like her get away from him. It had been so long since he’d seen a pretty face and, dammit, he was going to drink from her. “Can you take being threatened a little more seriously? Most people would beg for their lives, cry some, actually act scared.”

“Scared? Of you? Have you looked in the mirror? Your cheeks are more full than a baby’s and you don’t even look like you’ve even reached the halfway point in puberty. You probably only have those muscles because you’re a vamp,” she snorted. “I’ve seen kids that are half your size and more intimidating than you.”

She could see the deep frown forming on his lips, but not only that, the almost childlike stubborn way his shoulders squared and how his lips formed a pout. God, was he knew to this whole vampire thing? She rolled her eyes and pushed at him again and this time he let her. She stood there for a moment, no longer trapped, but not really wanting to go, either. Something about vampires just got under her skin and made her hate them for making her be so curious. She snorted and started walking out of the alley that he’d trapped her in. “Come find me when you’re actually something to be scared about, kid.”

She didn’t look back on the rest of her walk and she didn’t give him much thought for the next few days either.

God, she was drunk. She didn’t get drunk often, but when she did, she did it well. No half-assing here, thank you very much. She didn’t have money for all the drinks she’d downed that night, but all she had to do was bat her eyes a little and lean forward just enough to give the man she was eyeing a glimpse of her cleavage and drinks would appear in front of her. Luckily, she knew the bartender, so the likelihood of her drink getting something extra slipped in was low. Yoongi was as observant as he was grumpy and she loved him for it. He had offered to walk her home after his shift ended, but waiting another thirty minutes seemed outrageous to her and she’d decided to brave the cold on her own.

It took her a moment to get her jacket on her shoulders and even longer to get both of her arms through it, but she’s stubborn and determined to do it on her own. She did manage it after Yoongi scoffed and called her a ‘fucking idiot’, but she got it, which was the important thing. She got out of the club easier than she got into her jacket and began her walk home. At least she thought about the walk between her apartment and the club, she’d worn comfortable shoes.

She’d just walked out of the main doors of the club, pushing through people that were heading into the club. She was a little on the short side, but she used her elbows to an advantage to get them to move, ignoring the curses that often followed. Her attention went away from the line and she began trudging back to her apartment on wobbly legs, but her eyes caught someone standing in the shadows.

It was him, the not-so-intimidating vampire. Giggling to herself, she decided against her more warning thoughts and, instead, walked (stumbled) boldly up to him. His attention turned away from the line of people talking and dancing to the loud music that could be heard from the club, even outside of the brick walls. She could tell when he noticed her, a scowl immediately lined his lips and his eyes narrowed.

“Are most humans this stupid, or is it just you?” he asked when she got a few more steps closer, and she rolled her eyes. Even drunk, she was going to defend her mind. There was nothing wrong with her approaching him, it certainly had nothing to do with how her thoughts had revolved around him ever since that first night.

“‘M not stupid, you are,” she snorted, “standin’ out here against the wall like some sorta stalker.”

“Ah, so you’re stupid and drunk,” he spoke, rolling his eyes. Even with the foot and a half between them, he could smell the bitter alcohol on her and it made him wrinkle his nose.

“I’m not that drunk! Just had a few shots, ‘s all,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning right back at him. “I came over here to tell you that you shouldn’t follow me, just cause I was the first human to stand up to you.”

“Following you? Darling, you wish. If I was following you, you’d know it. Unless that’s what you want, hmm? I bet you’re just dying to have my attention on you. Maybe you even want me to bite you, sink my teeth into your neck right here?” he asked, and in a flash, he was standing in front of her and brushing his fingers across the left side of her neck. She stayed silent, but she saw his lips twitch when she shivered. “Don’t worry, little one, you’re not the first one to pine after me. Maybe one day I’ll give in, but not tonight when you’re drunk off your ass, if I’m going to do that, I want you to remember it.”

She didn’t want to admit that his words were affecting her. She had a low pain tolerance, but it was then that she realized she’d be more than willing to let this stranger, this vampire, have his way with her. It was like a switch was flicked in her mind and she knew at that moment, she was fucked. She was as scared as she was excited.

“Let's get you home before you pass out,” he spoke after her silence stretched on. She wasn’t sure how he knew where she lived, but part of her was grateful. Sleep was extending its long fingers and beckoning her to join it. The weight of her eyes caused her to sway and stumble into him a few times on the way there and he practically carried her up the stairs.

“Keys?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“Doesn’t lock well, to begin with. Should just open,” she whispered, her voice sounded far away and muffled to her own ears, but the slur was still there. Sure enough, the door opened with a creek that made her grimace and he urged her into her home.

“Don’t vampires have to be invited in?” she yawned, but she didn’t pay attention to his eye roll or the fact he didn’t answer her. Instead, he asked where her bedroom was and she pointed it out with a heavy arm.

The next day, she was certain she’d be more alarmed that she’d shown a stranger her home, how the door didn’t lock, where she slept. Right now, though, he was sitting her on the edge of her bed and kneeling in front of her to untie her shoes and slip them off of her feet with his eyebrows furrowed and his lip caught between his teeth. The concentration lining his features made him even more endearing than he was before and she quickly memorized his expression. “Your shoes are falling apart.”

She nodded her head to answer him, at this point her throat felt like cotton and she was either going to throw up or pass out. She’d hope for the latter.

After her shoes were off, he stood up again and gently pushed her body until she was laying down, but he realizes the covers were still under her and she giggled. Amusement flashed across his own features, fast enough that she might have missed it if she wasn’t so focused on him. He pulled the covers out from under her and tucked them under her chin.

“You’re still not s’good at this intimidating thing,” she whispered, her eyes closing and her heavy limbs laying limp by her sides. She’d forget the way he chuckled by the time she woke up, or even his reply whispered to dead ears in the darkness of her room.

“Goodnight, little one.”

He was avoiding her, the stubborn human. Jungkook didn’t like getting attached and she was quickly becoming a recurring thought in his mind. He hated it. Course, he didn’t really do anything about it, either. He was sure that this was just a phase, that with every time he sipped from a human that wasn’t her, the memory of her would fade away, but instead, it was the opposite. He found himself yearning for her, imagining himself sinking his teeth into the place he’s touched. He was intoxicated by her smell, like sweet flowers and fresh rain that made his head spin and his gums hurt.

Which is why, whenever he got a whiff of her scent or spotted her ahead of him on the streets, he headed in the opposite direction. He did, however, drop off a new pair of shoes for her at her apartment.

It was his one good act of the year, he told himself. It didn’t even put a dent in his wallet and he could push off saving cats out of trees now. He wasn’t really concerned about her safety, he told himself. Which was why he didn’t go and put a new lock on her door (aside from the fact he had no idea how to do that—that had no reason as to why he didn’t).

Of course, he thought that she would be better now about her own safety and that she’d be avoiding him, too. Of course, he was too eager to settle for that thought that he didn’t realize he’d been spotted.

His nightly hangout had become the area around her apartment. Not because she was there, but because there were humans that mingled there that were, ah, kind enough to let him drink from them. Not because her apartment was easy to get into and she was the best meal on the menu. Certainly not because he wanted to protect a soft, weak human.

“Y/N.”

He turned towards the voice and cursed himself for not noticing her sooner. “What?”

“Y/N. That’s my name. You know, the thing that people go by, traditionally given to them at birth,” she answered dryly, shoving her fingers into her pockets. A glance down showed him she’d received his gift. “I figured if we were on gifting terms, you ought to know mine.”

She wasn’t surprised to see annoyance on his features, lit up by the streetlight a few feet away from them. “Well?”

“Well, what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Legend has it, you’re supposed to answer with your name when someone introduces theirs,” she answered and he snorted.

“Legend says a lot of things,” he answered, a sharp grin rising to pull at his lips, “like how vampires are supposed to be invited in before they can enter a house.”

He was surprised to hear her giggle, then her giggle turn into full-blown laughter that echoed in his ears and made his knees weaker than what he’d ever admit to. “Jungkook.”

“What?” she asked as her laughter died down and he wanted to hear it keep going. He frowned in annoyance, whether from her laughter dying or her lack of common sense, or maybe both.

“My name.”

“You’ve been avoiding me, Jungkook,” she said and, god, how sweet his name sounded on her lips. He wanted to hear her scream it and his cock twitched at the thought. He needed to keep it together, to act like the dignified vampire he was and not the rampant teenage girl that dropped her underwear for any hot guy with a car.

“Why does it matter?” he asked her, dark eyes finally turning away from staring at nothingness—anything but at her. His eyes searched her because he wanted her to say it, he wanted her to bring up what he said the other night because he wanted it. He wanted her so bad and he couldn’t smell the alcohol on her, just the petals and raindrops.

“Well, I just thought that after the other night, you’d, y’know, want to see me again,” she answered and he wanted to tell her just how right she was. That he had wanted to see her again, but he’s proud and he says nothing.

She shifted on her feet a little and looked down, hesitating for just a second before a fierce look took over her face. He could see her clenching her jaw and her eyes narrowed a little up at him. “I just wanted to say that I’ve been thinking about what you said that night, and you’re right.”

“Oh? About what?” he asked, though he knew damn well what she was talking about.

“About me wanting you.”

He didn’t expect her to come out and admit to it that bluntly, so he stayed quiet for a moment longer before he came back to the conversation at hand. “And what do you want me to do?”

He was acting as uninterested in the conversation as he could, but this was the best conversation he was having all year. In all of his years. Yet, his senses were more intune in hers than they’d ever been. He could hear her breathing, the way it caught in her throat and he could hear her faint heartbeat, racing out of her chest.

He could see the hesitation on her features as their eyes searched one another’s faces, but she seemed to give in and finally opened her mouth, “I want to have sex with you, and, well, it’d be okay if you bit me, so long as you don’t do something drastic like—”

“Kill you?” he interrupted, a toying smile on his lips and he walked forward a few more steps until she was pushing herself back into the wall of the alley they were in. They were fairly close to the entrance, but it was late and it would be stupid for any human to be out. Which, explained why she was out. Perhaps he should find out how to put a lock on the outside of the door, it’d be easier that way than trying to make sure she stayed safe—not that he cared about some weak, puny human girl just because she was pretty and he was determined to prove her wrong. “Don’t worry, darling, I have bigger plans for you than draining you.”

By this point, his fingers were digging into her hips and she was looking up at him with wide eyes that were much too trusting. His silly, fierce, naive little human. His fingers hooked through the loops of her jeans and he pulled her a little closer towards him, though a few more steps pushed her farther into the wall at the same time.

“You really should be scared of me, you know,” he told her, but while he spoke, his lips traced up her neck lightly, the vein pulsing under her skin calling out to him, begging for him to stick his teeth into it and taste how sweet she was.

“Give me a reason to be,” she snapped.

“You know what I like to do with challenges?” he asked her. His fingers had moved from her belt loops and to the waste of her jeans, slipping under her shirt and tracing across her hips and stomach. Her mind was racing with thoughts that were barely coherent and her whole body felt sensitive. Every touch of his fingers tracing across her skin, even just the slightest bit, made her legs quiver and her breath get caught in her throat.

“What?” she whispered hoarsely, but she cleared her throat afterward. She didn’t want to show him he was affecting her, but she was too late. If her breathing didn’t betray her, her shaking legs would. The way she was leaning against the wall, his body pressing into hers was the only reason she was still standing upright.

“Ruin them,” he told her, his lips finally pressing to her neck in a sweet kiss, his fingers slipping up her shirt to trace the bottom wire of her bra. If he had been anyone else, she would have been ashamed of the lewd whimper that came out of her mouth or the way she submissively tilted her head to the side and arched her back out for encouragement.

She almost whined again when he pulled off of her completely and she stumbled a little as she attempted to support herself. Her mouth was already open, about to ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing if he was just going to leave her like that, but he was already ahead of her.

“Ah, don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet, but unless you want me to fuck you against a cold brick wall, we should head back to your place,” he told her, his expression as arrogant as hers was needy.

She wasn’t sure if it was just her blank mind or if time sped up, but they were back in her apartment in no time. This time, he didn’t hesitate to open the door and lead her in with a steady grip on her waist. She barely made it into her small, leak-ridden living room before he was spinning around and crashing his lips against hers.

His lips were cool and soft and she could feel the peaks of his teeth against her bottom lip. His hands found her hips and he led her backwards until she was stumbling over the threshold between her bedroom and the main room, but his grip was steady and didn’t let her fall. She stopped just long enough to kick her shoes off, but then her arms went around his neck and he pushed her onto the bed, falling down on top of her.

The mattress that she’d had since she was 12 creaked underneath their sudden weight and she saw his arms tense on either side of her head with the muscles bulging as he caught himself. His eyes were dark and when he grinned down at her, she got the first real look at his teeth.

He pulled her shirt up over her head, supporting himself with his legs on either side of her rather than with his arms. “Maybe now I can teach you how to fucking behave.”

His words went straight to her core and she let out a needy whine. Her hips moved up in an attempt to grind against him, anything to help make him as impatient as she felt. Her fingers found his shirt, too, and almost copied his actions of pulling it off over his head, but his tight grip on her wrists stopped her. He pushed her arms up above her head and his eyes narrowed down at her in a way that should scare her more than it turned her on. “Keep your arms there, doll, or else I’ll stop and you want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

She numbly nodded her head and he was satisfied that she was being so obedient. Now only if she was that way when it came to more practical things like staying the fuck away from vampires. Though, he couldn’t bring himself to complain vocally. The needy look on her face and the way her breasts swelled in the confines of her bra alone were enough to keep his jaw clenched to keep his own noises from filling the air. His hand let go of her wrists with one last lingering glare to let her know that he was serious about her staying still. His fingers traced light shapes across the side of her neck, across her shoulders and down past the delicate peaks of her collarbones until she was whining for him. Her back arched off the bed and pushed her breasts closer to him and her legs were trembling slightly and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“You need to be patient to get what you want, little one,” he hummed, though he didn’t cease his movements. He slipped her out of her bra and tossed it over the end of the bed with little worry for where it landed. His gaze was hungry on her and she was having a hard time doing as he asked.

He told her to be still and she wanted nothing more than to reach forward and run her nails down his skin, pulling him closer. She wanted to undress him and slip her hand between them and pull at his cock until he was whimpering and whining for her. She wanted to leave pretty marks on his skin that would warn anyone that he was already taken. But, she saw the haughtiness in his gaze and the pulsing between her legs warned her against making him angry. She wanted him to touch her, even if his nonchalant pace pissed her off.

His fingers continued their light torment until they reached her breasts. They pinched and pulled at her nipples in a way that hurt just as much as it brought her pleasure, but she was eagerly welcoming the pain. He looked up at her with a coy smirk and slowly moved down her body until he could wrap his pretty lips around her nipple and she whined. His tongue pressed flat against it and then he’d suck harshly and pull back with a pop that met her ears and only made her wetter.

With his heightened senses, he could hear her heart beating with how close he was to her and he could smell her, god he could smell her. He continued his descent down her body, but he was careful not to rush, even if that was what he wanted to do. This wasn’t about what he wanted, not entirely. This was about her getting punished and showing her that he was someone she would listen to.

He’d slept with countless girls before in his long life, but none of them had gotten him this eager. He wanted her to break, for her resolve to crumble until she was begging for his cock. After listening to her degrade him, compare him to a child, he wasn’t going to give in until he got exactly what he wanted.

“I can smell you, fuck, are you really that wet? I’ve hardly touched you. You’re such an eager little slut,” he told her, relishing in the way her whole body trembled. “Oh, you like that? You like it when I call you a slut?”

She didn’t answer him, but he didn’t need a vocalization to hear how her heart raced or the way her legs squeezed together. He continued moving down until he was pushing her legs apart and settling between them. When her legs spread, he could smell her even more. He moved forward until he was nuzzling his nose against the crotch of her jeans. Her cheeks flushed even darker and she started to squirm in his grip, but his fingers grabbed her hips and held her still so she couldn’t get away from him. He wasn’t sure if it was the obscurity of his actions or the feeling of his nose clumsily bumping into her clit, but the smell got even stronger.

He pulled back with a devilish smirk that twisted his features into an even darker look. His fingers hooked into her jeans again and, without bothering to unbutton them, he pulled them down over her ass and until he could push them off the bed.

His nose pressed into her again, but this time he let his mouth fall open and his tongue hang out. He pressed it firmly against her opening through her underwear, then licked firmly until he reached her clit. He could feel her hips straining against his arms, but he kept her still. He didn’t want her bucking into him, but he did want her to feel every movement of his tongue. The noises she was making above him were raunchy enough to make him blush, and he was a vampire for fuck's sake.

Her mind was battling itself to submit to him. She wasn’t a submissive person by nature, she always had an attitude about something. She wanted to submit to him, though, and as much as the thought surprised her, it also enthralled her. His tongue against her wasn’t enough, not through her underwear like this, but it was enough to drive her out of her mind. Or at least far enough that she begged for him. It was unusual and felt funny on her tongue, but it fueled a fire so hot in her stomach she felt like she could implode.

“Jungkook, fuck, please,” she whimpered, the muscles in her stomach quivering from how much she was straining against his arm, eager to chase his tongue down. He pulled away completely when she spoke and his eyes were even darker.

He pushed his own hips farther into the mattress, anything for a bit of relief. He was hoping for this, expecting this kind of reaction, but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. Her voice was so broken, needy. She needed him to pleasure her and he was more than eager to at this point.

He let go of her hips and pulled back enough to pull her underwear down her legs, this time finishing what she’d started by pulling his shirt off over his head. The look she gave him was impatient and, after she finally begged for him, he was more than okay with rewarding her.

He went back to his original position between her legs with his hands on her hips and dived in. His mouth was hot against her clit, hot and wet and the sound of him sucking only made her roll her hips and groan his name. His tongue pressed against her clit before exploring her folds and lapping up the wetness he’d created. He let go of her hips with one hand and used that hand to drag a finger slowly around her opening until whines were echoing in the room. He’d pleasure her, but he sure as hell wasn’t done teasing her.

If her desire for him had been high before, she hated to think of a way to describe how much she wanted him now. She was clenching around nothing and she couldn’t think straight to form the words to tell him what she needed. She whined out of frustration and her fingers clenched into a tighter fist. She wanted to move her hands down, to grip his hair and pull him closer, or maybe to grab his arm and urge his fingers inside of her, but she knew that if she did either, it would take longer for her to get what she wanted. So, she stayed still and managed a breathy gasp of his name, instead.

His eyes moved up towards her and she might’ve lost it then had he not have pulled back right away. “Beg.”

“What?” she asked, though she knew damn well what he said, even though the blood rushing in her head might have rendered her a little deaf.

“If you want to cum,” he answered her patiently, though she could see the annoyance settling in his eyes. “then you’re gonna put that pretty mouth to use and beg.”

She could feel humiliation settling in her, she’d begged once, surely that was enough? God, the arrogant ass. He was going to get it later, but right now, she swallowed her pride. “Jungkook, please. I wanna cum so bad. I need your fingers and your mouth, please.”

He stayed still and raised an eyebrow, almost like a parent waiting for a child to finish getting the whole story out. She got the memo and her hips twisted under his while her mind raced to think of something that would help her get what she wanted. “Please, I need you so bad. I wanna cum, I want you to taste it. And I- and I—”

She broke off into a moan as he put his mouth back on her and slipped a finger inside of her. Once his first finger was moving in and out without any issues, he added a second one. She could feel them inside of her, stretching her and feeling so deliciously wonderful. Her legs were shaking and she threw her head back. His one hand was struggling to keep her hips still and she could feel the sting as bruises started introducing themselves to her skin.

Her mouth didn’t bother to close anymore with the rate of noises flowing from her lips that she might have scoffed at normally. From the build-up before and the pace he moved his fingers inside of her and the way his mouth was hot against her, it only took her a few more minutes to cum. A searing white-hot heat filled her body until she was no longer making any noise and she could only hear her heavy heart pumping in her chest. Her head felt light and heavy at the same time when she tried bringing it back up so she could look down at him.

He wasn’t looking at her, his gaze was focused more on her vagina and the way he just openly stared at her made her blush even more than from the exertion she’d just went through. He used his fingers, the ones that had been in her, to push apart her folds to give him a better view and he only looked away when she squirmed.

If she was only allowed to use one word to describe his expression, it would be hungry. She imagined that she’d wear the same expression on days that she was too busy working to eat and one of her coworkers brought in a five-star steak. He moved back up her body and pressed his lips to hers without any hesitance and she could tell that he was impatient, too.

When he pulled back, she almost held her breath as he started unbuttoning his pants and kicking them off, then his boxers. His cock was bigger than ones she’d taken before, but not by much. The tip was flushed and thick and already made her more slick with anticipation. Her eyes went back up to his and she almost expected him to wear a cocky smirk, but his expression was unchanging. He nudged her legs apart a little more and shifted until he was comfortably nestled between them.

“Condom?” she asked, but he shook his head.

“I’m dead, remember?” he snorted, his eyes trained on his hand around his cock as he lead it between her folds until he was teasingly pressing it against her opening. He looked back up at her then and flashed her the cocky smirk she’d expected earlier.

“Ready for all this?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

“All of what?” she snorted, “your dick? I’d be a little more intimidated if half of it wasn’t in your personality, sweetie.”

He just snorted arrogantly and pushed into her. She anticipated him to be a little rougher when he did it, especially after what she just said, but he was careful. He moved his hips into her slowly, not hesitating or stopping until he was snuggly inside of her. Her breath was shaky when she let it out and she squeezed her eyes shut and leaned her head farther into the pillow. She could practically hear how smug he was.

He stayed still then, just long enough until she let out another heavy breath and nodded her head. Then, he pulled his hips back until the head of his cock was barely in her and pushed back into her. The sting of him stretching her was still there, but it was more pleasurable to her than painful and at this point she welcomed it.

“You feel so nice and tight around my cock, little one,” he told her, his breath washing down her neck. “You tasted so good, too. Any time you want to spread those legs for me, I’ll gladly lick you clean.”

She let out a shaky whimper and tilted her head away from him so her neck was bared. He hummed in approval and kissed her skin there. “You can touch me now.”

Her hands flew down from where he’d pinned them earlier in a flash, one finding its way to his hair and the other wrapping around him until she was scratching his back. She shifted her hips a little, too, taking this as an okay to move her legs so they were wrapped around his waist and giving him better access to fuck her. She could hear the noises it made, the wet ones that made her blush as he thrusted into her and she used her legs as leverage to push him in even deeper when he moved his hips into hers.

They both let out moans at the new position and his hips moved with a faster urgency. With being able to hear how her body reacted to everything—every twitch of his cock and every movement of his hips—it encouraged him even more. His nose pressed into the skin of her neck, right above her jugular vein, and he could smell the sweetness of her blood. All of his senses were on high alert and he might have been able to cum from the smell of her cum and the smell of her blood alone.

“Touch yourself.”

She might have hesitated before, but at this point she was far too drunk on his cock to pass up much of anything he asked her to do. She’d never liked the feeling of herself, the wetness that came out of her made her stick her nose up a little. She’d always used toys when she was alone, it made it cleaner and she didn’t have to cringe whenever her fingers shined with her own juices. Eager to follow his orders and even more eager to get the pleasure quickly approaching, she removed her hand from his hand and removed the one from his back. One hand came in contact with her clit and she rubbed small, tight circles there. The other hand moved to her nipple. First, it cupped her breast but migrated upwards until she was pinching and pulling at her hardened nipple.

She was starting to clench around him again and he groaned, sucking on her skin until a bright red mark was left. His hand moved to trace circles around her other nipple, contrasting the attention she was giving to her other one and the stark difference was only helping to push her closer and closer.

Her mouth fell open again, but silent moans were the only thing to flow past her lips as her second orgasm filled her body then snapped. As soon as she felt it tumbling over, she felt his teeth in her neck. The pain of his bite and the pleasure between her legs balanced each other out in the best way possible. She was just as sweet as she smelled and he eagerly lapped up every drop that flowed out, encouraged by her orgasm. He moaned into her neck and pulled back, after all, he didn’t want to ruin this. He had plans of doing it again. He pressed his tongue against the small puncture wounds his sharp teeth had left, swiping it across the skin until the evidence of his bite was washed away and her smooth skin was left behind.

When she opened her eyes again, he’d pulled his mouth back from her neck and his lips were both a rosy red from her blood. His eyes were shut and his eyebrows were furrowed a little in concentration as he focused on using her to help him reach his orgasm.

“I’m gonna fill you so full with my cum,” he groaned above her, and even now after she’d orgasmed, she felt another shiver flow down her spine at his words. “Gonna make you smell just like me so everyone else knows you’re mine. Your blood is mine, your body is mine. This sweet little cunt is mine, isn’t it?”

“It’s yours, Jungkook, all yours,” she answered, almost in awe as his orgasm washed over him. His lips parted and his hips hesitated as they thrusted, the dull tremors of her pussy after her orgasm helping milk him dry until his cum was inside of her.

He leaned his head forward until it was resting on her shoulder. His skin was hot and sticky against her own and his breath was even hotter. Her room smelled like sex and blood and she felt even more lightheaded than she had earlier.

“I’ve figured it out,” he spoke, finally pulling back and peeling their sweaty skin apart.

“What?” she asked, clearing her throat afterwards when she heard how scratchy it sounded.

“Why you’re such a bitch.”

“Cause I realized at a young age that humans were inevitably doomed?”

“No. ‘Cause you taste so sweet everywhere else that you had to have a bitter personality,” he snorted, moving back down her body.

“Ha. Very funny,” she answered, though she did giggle. When he was back between her legs, she initially moved to pull back and push him away. She wasn’t going to be able to cum again and, quite honestly, she didn’t want to.

“‘S okay. Not gonna make you cum again, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning,” he spoke, but his eyes were trained on her opening instead of looking back at her and it took her a moment to realize why. He was watching their cum drip out of her with the fascinated look of a five-year-old watching a remote-controlled airplane fly around in the air. “Gotta stuff you full of mine, so everyone knows.”

“Jungkook, you’re out of your fucking mind if you think I belong to you,” she retorted.

“Ah, so you only belong to me when I’ve got my cock deep inside of you?” he asked, his eyes twinkling as he looked up at her.

“For now,” she answered with a giggle. He moved back up her body and ghosted her stomach lightly, making her squirm.

“Then you better spread your legs again cause I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

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