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joonsmagicshop · 3 months

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Stress Relief Series Part 3- JJK

Summary: A couple weeks ago Taehyung asked a favor. For you to have sex with his bandmates to relieve some tension and stress. How can you say no to that

Paring: Jungkook/Reader

Rating: 18+/M

Word Count: 5K

Tags: Smut, Dom Jungkook, hair pulling, cock sucking, fingering, eating out, denied orgasm, degrading name calling.

Authors Note: This is part three of stress relief. Boy did I have fun with this one. Thank you to everyone who is reading this series I very much appreciate it.

Part 1 (intro)

Part 2

Your phone buzzing on your bedside table woke you out of a deep sleep. No one ever texted you this late, let alone called you and you fumbled in the dark to reach for your device feeling disoriented and slightly panicked as you finally grasped it, and without even looking at the display you answered the call.

“Hello?” You said trying to keep the phone against your ear as you sat up to turn on your bedside light.

“Um Hi.” Came an unfamiliar deep male voice.

You froze, hand on the phone as you tried to figure out who the heck was calling you.

“Um, who is this?” You asked as you finally flicked on the light to bathe the room in a soft yellow glow.

“It's um…Jungkook. Did I call at a bad time?”

Jungkook?

Wait…what?

You sat up straighter and tried to smooth down your hair as if he could somehow see you through the phone.

“Um hey? Sorry, I just… What's up?” You said trying to orient yourself to what the hell was going on as the numbers on your alarm clock changed to midnight.

“Um, not much. Are you sure you're okay?” He asked as you could hear his voice echoing through what sounded like an empty parking garage.

“Yeah, I just… You woke me up that's all.” You admitted biting your lip.

“I did? Wait? Oh fuck.” He said, which made you giggle. He must have just realized the time and you could hear shuffling and cursing on the other end.

“I'm so sorry we just got done dance practice and it was…well something… and I didn't even check the time I just called wow I am so sorry.” He said in a rushed apology.

“It's okay. Really.” You assure him as you kick the covers off your body, suddenly feeling hot knowing the reason he was calling.

“I am so sorry for real. Today was just a really bad day.” He says with a pause as you lift an eyebrow. You know what he is hinting at which makes you grin.

“Yeah. Do you need to come over? Maybe let me… help you out.” You purr as you can hear him groan on the other end.

“Yeah, please. Fuck. Hobi was on my ass all day and I could really use some help. As long as it's not too late for you.” He says.

It was already past midnight and you knew you had an early work day tomorrow. The reasonable part of your brain told you to tell him that it can wait until tomorrow and you could be well rested for the upcoming day. After all, Jimin had just come over two nights ago.

The words that came out of your mouth were a different story though.

“I'm sure you know the address?” You whisper already getting out of bed and trying to clean up the place a bit.

“I do. As long as you don't mind that it's kinda late. I have my motorcycle so I can be there pretty quick.” He says and the image of him driving through the dark city on a bike to get to your place is so hot it makes you gasp.

You hear him chuckle through the phone and you steady yourself.

“As long as you don't mind I'm in the clothes I sleep in.” You tease as you make your way to the kitchen and flick on the light.

“Mmm and what kind of clothes do you sleep in beautiful.” He coos. You grip the kitchen counter and bite your lip.

He was good.

Too good.

“Well, why don't you come over and find out Kook? I'll give you a hint though. It's not much clothing.” You admit as you hear him groan and you giggle as your stomach flips.

“God this is so fucking hot already. I haven't even met you and you're already making me hard.” He says lowly.

You feel your stomach turn at that little fact.

“Yeah. You like it when I talk dirty?” You say already feeling your body heat up under your too-big tee shirt and black booty shorts.

“And here I was thinking I'd be the dominant one tonight,” Jungkook responds as you can hear some shuffling around on his end.

“I mean if you want to be dominant you can be. Nothing stopping you. I don't mind.” You hold your breath as you wait for his reply.

“Today was a pretty rough day. I wouldn't mind taking some frustration out.” He says in a low voice that sends shivers down your spine.

“Then do it. Come over.” You respond feeling your core aching already.

“Fuck your perfect. Okay, I'm leaving now. I'm maybe Fifteen minutes away.” He says as you can hear his bike roar to life.

“Drive safe!” You yell over the bike's noise as the line goes dead.

You stared at the city below as you waited for him, keeping an eye out for a black motorcycle among the Sunday night traffic but your gaze kept flicking upward to the almost cloudless sky and the stars that were peaking out against the beautiful black backdrop.

Exactly fifteen minutes later you hear the distinct knocks at the door which sent your heart racing as you walked over to answer it.

When you opened the door he was standing there, in black jeans with a black unzipped motorcycle jacket over top. His hair was a stylish mess and he was nipping softly at his lip ring as you stepped aside so you could let him through.

He shucked off his jacket to reveal a tight black tee shirt underneath and he put his helmet on the floor by his shoes.

You stared at him in awe. The pictures you had seen of him over the years didn't do him justice. He was absolutely stunning in person and when he shot you his signature bunny smile with his nose scrunch you swore you could have died happy right there.

“Hi.” He said softly as you watched his doe eyes trail from your toes to your head.

You kept on what you had worn to bed and suddenly felt shy under his piercing gaze. His pink tongue darted out to lick at his lips and you squirmed.

“Hi.” You said back to him.

You both stood still sizing each other up, time seemed to stand still as well as neither of you made a move.

“God you're…wow.” He said, finally breaking the silence which made you blush and shift on the spot.

“Well thank you. You are pretty wow yourself.” You teased as he grinned and you reached out a hand. He took it and you slowly led him through your apartment to your bedroom.

As Jungkook crossed the threshold you let go of his hand and waited as his eyes shifted around taking in your bedroom.

He finally stopped gazing around and his eyes fell on yours once more, the air was thick with tension and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin as you stepped towards him.

You laced your arms around his shoulders and you looked up into those beautiful doe eyes.

“Heard you had a rough day?” You said softly as his gaze dropped to your lips.

You smirked.

“Yeah.” He muttered biting his lip as he stared at you.

Your hands carded through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and Jungkook melted into your touch.

“Wanna take your bad day out on me? Take out all that frustration” You asked keeping your voice low as you stood closer to him and continued to play with his hair.

You could tell he was nervous so you did your best to ease him into it, make him feel comfortable, making him feel like whatever he wanted to do was allowed.

“Fuck. Yes, please. I want to….be a little rough with you if that's okay. ” He almost choked out as you pressed a soft kiss against his jawline, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of your warm lips against his cold skin.

It was still a little too early to bring out his motorcycle but he just couldn't wait any longer. The boys had advised him against it saying he could not afford to get a cold before the tour but Jungkook had missed riding so much he said screw it and took it out a couple of days ago.

He will admit, that the ride tonight was chilly, it didn't help he was going over the speed limit rushing to get to you.

Jimin hadn't said a word when he came into the dance studio a couple of days ago but by the subtle nod he gave Taehyung and the silly grin he wore on his face Jungkook knew what had happened.

And there was just something about the choreography that was giving Jungkook, who is usually good at everything, a really hard time.

So after Hobi scolded him for the sixth time today he decided tonight would be the night.

He did feel bad for reaching out to you so late but Hobi was getting on his last nerve and he could feel frustration brewing deep inside of him and he didn't want to say something he would regret.

He loved Hobi, he loved all the guys, but something about this dance was just not clicking with his brain and it was making him frustrated and annoyed.

“You okay?” Your soft voice brought him back as he stared at you.

“Yeah, I just. Sorry, I was thinking about today.” Jungkook said as you slowly spun him around and backed him up until his legs hit the bed.

You slowly placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down so he was lying flat. Without a word, you climbed on the bed and straddled his jean-clad thighs shivering at the feeling of his jeans against your bare skin.

He sat up to wrap his arms around you as you pressed soft kisses to his cheeks and jawline. Peppering them slowly and taking in the scent of his skin.

Your hands worked under his tight tee shirt as you ran them up and down his toned torso. Jungkook let out a sigh as you continued to kiss down his neck sucking lightly as you went.

But something was wrong.

Jungkook wasn't doing anything. At all.

His hands remained on your hips holding you steady. No moans or sighs were leaving his mouth instead his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed as if he was trying to remember something.

You pulled back and he opened his eyes.

“Jungkook? You okay?” You asked scooting back on his lap and staring into his eyes.

“Yeah, I just. Fuck Y/N I'm so sorry. I'm still thinking about today and how I just can't get this dance right and how Hobi kept getting mad at me.” He said hanging his head.

Your heart ached for him. You knew Jungkook was too much in his head to enjoy himself. That he was having a hard time letting go of what happened today.

He was a perfectionist at heart and you knew he worked hard, they all did, which was why you agreed to this in the first place.

“Do you want to just hang out? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” You say softly cupping his face and running your thumbs along the apples of his cheeks.

He pushes his face into your shoulder as you stroke his hair.

“I want to. Fuck Y/N I want to so bad you're so fucking hot and I'm so pent up I just can't stop thinking about today. I'm so damn trustfrat- no frustrated.” He corrects which has a smile tugging at your lips.

You knew what Jungkook wanted. He wanted to be a little rough and finally have control. He was just having a hard time getting into that head space so you decided to help him.

“It's okay Jungkook. It's not your fault Hobi is pretty good at a lot of things. I mean he's a great dancer, he's really pretty, and he has nice fingers long and so delicate. I'd imagine he would be a good fuck too.” You say ticking off your fingers as you list all the things you imagine Hobi is good at.

You knew you were riling Jungkook up which would hopefully get him out of his head.

He stared at you, mouth parted as you smiled down at him, hands tangled in his hair as you slowly played with it.

“You think he's a good fuck?” Jungkook asks, his voice dangerously low which makes goosebumps break out on your arms and legs.

“I mean I wouldn't know, but I'd imagine he would be.” You tease as you stare down at him, seeing him get madder by the minute.

“You think he's a better fuck than me? Just like he's a better dancer than me?” He asks voice lower and tongue nibbling at his lip ring again.

You didn't want to hurt his feelings, you really didn't. You also didn't want to say the wrong thing so you simply shrugged.

Which set Jungkook off.

He pushed you off his lap in one swoop and spun you around to pin you to the bed.

You gasped when you felt his hands grab your arms roughly and shove them against your back, pushing your face into the mattress as his body caged yours, breath fanning over your cheeks as you squirmed under him.

“You're such a fucking brat you know. Do you think Hobi is a better fuck than me? A better dancer than me? I'll ruin you so when Hobi does get his chance with you it won't even compare.” Jungkook growled low in your ear as he pressed his warm body into yours.

You whimpered under him as he released one arm to grab at your chest and pull your body up so you were pressed flat against him.

His breath was ragged in your ear as he let go of your arms, keeping one hand pinned to your chest and the other hand playing with the hem of your big tee shirt.

His fingers slowly slipped under the shirt and you gasped when they made contact with your warm skin. His hands were calloused and cold as he traced an invisible line up your thigh. His fingers trailed up up up, thumb flicking over your hipbone which caused you to jolt against him.

“Jungkook. Please.” You said barely above a whisper as you felt your core throb with a need so severe you almost cried out.

“Please what?” He asks darkly as his hand finds its way up your stomach and to the underside of your breast. He softly groans when his thumb flicks over the sensitive nipple and you moan out still caged against his body.

“Please touch me.” You plea feeling his hard cock press against your back. You try to shift your hips back to grind against him but he pushes out his knee stopping you from getting any closer.

“I am touching you.” He teases as his hand comes to squeeze at your breast and his lips descend upon your neck as he starts to kiss and bite at the skin.

Sweet moans leave your lips as Jungkook works both your breasts in his hand. Alternating between left and right, keeping you pinned against him with his other hand pressed firmly against your collarbone as you whine and cry out.

“Mm, you sound so sweet.” He coos as he releases his hold on you and flips you around so you are facing him, you shrink under his dark gaze as he puts a hand on your shoulder and forces you to the ground.

The second your knees hit the floor he is already tugging your hair back and you know what he wants.

Even in the low light of your bedroom lamp, you can see the hard strain of his cock in his jeans and your hands come up to fumble with the button and zipper.

You are quick to get them undone and pull his pants and boxers down. His hard cock spring free and slaps against his stomach. It's long and veiny and the head is stained a pretty red color that has your mouth watering and your core throbbing.

“Your going to suck my cock like a good girl got it. Then I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name.” He promises as your tongue darts out and you lick at the precum which is oozing out of the head of his cock.

“And no hands. You're going to use your mouth only and suck me off.” He says which has your hands staying pinned at the side of your body as you suck his cock head into your mouth.

He lets out a loud groan above you as you suck him. Hallowing out your cheeks, you flick your wet tongue over the head making his legs slightly shake. His precum is salty in your mouth and you widen your jaw more as you take him down inch by inch.

His hands are tightening in your hair and you feel tears pool in your eyes as your nose finally hits his trimmed pubes.

Jungkook is moaning above you and you gag on his cock, trying to relax your throat as much as you can as you swallow around him.

“Shit” He cries above you as you stay right where you are. Breathing deep through your nose and fighting every instinct in your body that's telling you to pull off and get some air.

His hands tighten in your hair and he forcefully pulls you off his cock.

You gag as it slips out of your mouth and you look up at him.

His cock is wet with your saliva and hanging right in front of your face. You move towards it to suck him off again but he pulls you back by your hair forcefully, just that action alone has your scalp stinging and your pussy throbbing.

“You're too good at that.” He admits as he helps you to your feet and you grimace slightly when you can feel the amount of wetness that was pooling between your legs. You were surprised you didn't leak through your shorts.

“Take off your clothes. Now.” He demands as you scramble to pull your shirt over your head and your shorts down at the same time.

Your body was thrumming with need as you stood fully naked in front of him.

“Still think Hobi would be a better fuck than me?” He asks with a tilt of his eyebrow, challenging you to say the wrong thing.

You shiver.

“Still not sure about Hobi. Taehyung however…” You said with a smile as Jungkook frowned and grabbed at your wrists again. You smirked when he threw you down on the bed and crawled up to meet you. His body between your legs his eyes dark and locked on yours.

You felt caged and trapped but in the best way.

This man was about to wreck you

and you couldn't wait.

“What am I going to do with you? I tried to shut you up with my cock down your throat and that didn't seem to work out too well because you're still acting like a fucking brat.” He says as he places both his hands against either side of your head caging you in and pressing his naked body against yours.

His cock curves up against your stomach and you moan.

“Maybe you should finally fuck me. Or do I have to wait for Hobi-Hyung?” You taunt shifting your hips and trying to get his cock head closer to your leaking core.

“Nah I'm gonna tease you and edge you until you beg to be fucked by my cock and my cock only. Then I'm going to fuck you so hard it will ruin anyone else fucking you for the rest of your life. Got it?” He asks.

Swiftly he moves down the bed and to the floor as he throws your legs over his shoulders. You gasp when he wastes no time and plunges his tongue into your wet core.

Your whole body arches off the bed as he smacks a tattooed hand down on your hips to stop you from thrashing under him as he licks and sucks at your pussy.

Your hands are gripping the sheets as you force yourself to keep your eyes open as you stare at his mop of black hair in between your legs. His tongue licks at your folds in a way that has your legs shaking and you can feel your body start to spasm at his movements.

Your orgasm approaches fast and you are a whining squirming mess as you try desperately to push your core closer to his mouth, to get him deeper, to get him to dull the ache that has been between your legs since he walked through the front door.

“Jungkook pl-please.” You whine above him feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. You want to cry when he pulls away and stares at you darkly. His tongue darted out to lick at your wetness coating his lips.

“Fuck!” You yell out frustrated as you sit up to look at him. He looks so smug, so happy with himself.

He presses soft kisses to your legs as he lets you come down from your almost orgasm. Your body is still throbbing and you squeeze your eyes tight as you let out several deep breaths.

Just when you feel your heart rate start to slow Jungkook plunges a finger in your pussy without warning, causing you to jolt and sit up to stare at him, eyes wide when he adds another finger and starts to pump them in and out of your body slowly.

You grip the sheets once more as you moan out his name. You grind your hips down to meet his thrusts and you are glad to see this time he isn't stopping you, instead letting you fuck yourself on his fingers which is hot as hell and has your stomach twisting.

When he curls his fingers against your front wall you moan out and arch into his touch. You are close again and feel your body tensing and shaking.

“Jungkook! Fuck. Please.” You beg out as the start of your orgasm begins to show itself but Jungkook is too quick and he withdraws his fingers which has you groaning and complaining above him.

“You gonna stop acting like a brat?” He asks as he sticks his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean.

Your pussy throbs at the sight.

You want to push him a little more.

Poke the bear one more time.

You could tell he was holding back slightly.

You wanted him to take full control.

So you opened your mouth and said the words he most definitely didn't want to hear.

“I bet Hobi would have fucked me by now.”

Jungkook's eyes widened at your disobedience and he stood up off the floor and climbed on the bed.

He was quiet, too quiet as he stared down at you.

“You really don't know when to shut the fuck up do you?” He asked voice dangerously low as he stared you down.

“On your knees face the headboard I won't be asking twice.” He demanded as you scrambled to do what he said.

You felt him get off the bed and reach for something in his jeans. You turned your head to see him grabbing a condom and when he climbed back on the bed he sent a hard smack to your ass which had a surprised gasp leave your mouth.

“Didn't say you could turn around did I?” He asked as you shook your head.

He rolled the condom on and teased his hard cock head against your slit.

You tried your best to stay still but your core was aching to be filled so you tried to subtly shift your hips back, which didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“You want my cock so bad? Fine.” He growled as he plunged into you with one deep long thrust which had you burying your face in your pillow and crying out at the stretch of his cock against your soaked walls.

Your body arched off the bed as Jungkook gave you merely seconds to adjust to his length as he began to pound into you.

His hands were rough against your hips as he held you steady and used you as his own personal fuck toy. You were whining and begging as he fucked you hard and fast, the sounds from your mouth and skin slapping were making you dizzy with arousal.

“Fuck you're so tight and wet.” Jungkook grits out as he grabs your hips harder and slams into you with such force you have to hold yourself steady so you don't go through the headboard.

You are strung too tight, Jungkook's earlier teasing has you closer than you thought you would be and when he hits a spot deep inside of your body you cry out completely breaking down.

“Jungkook please-fuck-fuck-please.” You beg and plead as the coil of pleasure gets tighter and tighter and you feel yourself start to lose control.

“Nu-uh you can't cum until I say so.” He demands as he slaps your ass once more and slows his thrusts.

The whole thing is maddening and you are a mess under him as your arms collapse and your face pushes into your pillow.

Tears are streaming down your face as he keeps his thrusts slow and shallow.

You just want to cum

Every cell in your body feels on fire and you feel like you will completely unravel in minutes.

“Please Jungkook Fuck please make me cum. Please” You cry out as he traces small circles on your hips and kisses your back.

“Now that depends. Do you think you've been a good girl? Do you think you deserve to cum after what you said to me?” He asks, hands gripping your hips and forcing you to get back up on all fours.

“Please Jungkook. I'll be good. Please fuck me. Please.” You cry out not even aware of half of the words coming out of your mouth as his thrusts start to very slowly pick up the pace.

“Then say it. Say, I'm the best fuck you've had.” He says darkly giving your ass another smack and massaging the tender skin.

Your brain is foggy, your arms are shaking and you are pretty sure you'll die if you don't cum soon. Your walls flutter weakly around his cock as he is giving you just enough to keep you horny but not enough to make you cum.

“Jungkook you are the best fuck I've ever had-shit!” You cry out when he grips your hips and slams back into you.

Your body is shaking as you thrust back on his cock desperate to get to the peak and finally orgasm.

“Fuck your body is made for me. Say it!” He cries out as his thrusts become erratic and you know he is just as close as you are.

“My body is yours! Jungkook! Only yours! Fuck- c-close so close.” You warn him as he smacks your ass one more time and that sets you over the edge.

You cry out his name, half sob half scream as you finally cum. You are a spasming mess as you ride out your own high, you hear him curse above you and he pushes his body into yours as he kisses your shoulder blade and cums hard into the condom.

You finally collapse as your arms give way and your face pushes into the pillow as you cry out in relief.

Jungkook is still inside you but also collapses on top of you as you both breathe heavily and try to come back down.

After a couple of minutes, he slides his softening cock out of you and you whine at the soreness between your legs and your ass as you flip over to face him.

You watch his retreating back as he throws the condom out and heads through your apartment to the bathroom.

You take several deep breaths and stare at the ceiling trying to process what the hell just happened when he returns with a warm towel and a shy smile.

“I figured we could get you kind of cleaned up while I run you a bath.” He admits as he hands you the towel and reaches for his discarded clothes on the floor.

“No no bath tonight I'm so tired and it's… shit.” You finally look over at the clock to see it is almost two in the morning.

You were surprised no one came knocking on the door voicing a noise complaint.

Jungkook's gaze followed yours and he cursed under his breath, face breaking out in a smile as he carded his hands through his slightly sweaty and definitely messy dark hair.

“What time do you work?” He asks softly as you finish cleaning yourself up and throw the towel in the direction of your laundry basket.

That would be a tomorrow problem.

Well, I guess a today problem.

“Um, I have to be up in about four-ish hours.” You say with a soft laugh as you reach for your big tee shirt on the floor.

“How about this? Instead of a bath and dinner, I order you coffee and send it to your workplace. Is that okay? I feel bad for keeping you up so late.” He says as you nod and he smiles.

“That would be great Jungkook. Also, I want to apologize. I wanted to get you out of your head and rile you up to help you feel comfortable with taking control. I didn't mean anything I said. Honest.” You admit as he shoots you the softest and sweetest smile.

“I know that. And I want to thank you for helping. Really I feel… Well fuck I feel amazing honestly.” He says with a laugh as he gets up from the bed and you follow him to the front door.

“Coffee tomorrow…well, I guess later today I promise.” He says with a wink as you open the door for him and he collects his things.

“Sounds like a plan.” You say as he stops and stares at you.

“You're staring Kook.” You tease him as he blushes and bites his lip.

“I know I just… Can I text you again… sometime? Like can we do this again?” He asks looking nervous.

Your heart melts a little bit. You just can't help it.

“Of course Jungkook. Anytime.” You say with a smile as he winks at you and leaves you with a silly grin on your face and a soreness between your legs.

And when the coffee came the next day around ten in the morning from a very expensive coffee shop you'd never dream of ordering from you couldn't help but grin when you saw a little note taped to it with a winky face.

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taexual · 6 months

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sleepwalking ● 12 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.

genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers

warnings: explicit language, some angst, DESCRIPTIVE SMUT with maybe 1 pet name and 2 jokes, a bunch of reminiscing and relentless flirting (bc jungkook is dowwnnnn badddd), praise kink if you squint?, minors please don't interact

words: 7.6k

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chapter 12 ► fall into your eyes like a grave, bury me to the sound of your name

You and Jungkook were silent for a solid fifteen minutes after you let him into your hotel room. You were both sitting on the bed, but with so much distance between you that it felt like you were on two different floors.

After your phone on the bedside table lit up for the sixth time in the last fifteen minutes, Jungkook finally spoke up.

“Your phone keeps buzzing,” he pointed out helpfully.

“Yeah.” You sighed. Being silent with Jungkook oddly felt less draining than dealing with whatever was happening on your phone. “It’s Kai.”

Jungkook nodded, remembering your brother’s misadventures the last time you two talked. He was almost happy to use that as an excuse to dance around the elephant in the room a little longer.

“How is he?” he asked. “With his broken…”

“Leg, yeah,” you finished, leaning your head against the headboard. “He’s home. Mum’s grounded him. She’s turned off the router and taken his Xbox, so he’s texting me because he’s got nothing else to do.”

Remembering how angry you were when your brother got himself into trouble and upset your mum, Jungkook asked with a small smirk on his lips, “and you had nothing to do with the Xbox?”

You shook your head. “I don’t believe it’s an appropriate punishment to withhold things from your children. I think it makes them withdraw from their parents, especially when they’re seventeen like Kai. And it makes them annoy their siblings instead,” you paused. Then shrugged. “But I’m not a parent, so easy for me to say.”

Dignified, Jungkook cleared his throat.

“You’ve contributed greatly to raising your brother,” he said in a voice full of contempt for your family’s general tendency to use the nine-year age difference between you and your brother as an excuse to have you babysit for free.

Although your heartbeat increased at the sound of his confidence—and his almost reflexive habit of defending you from yourself—your outward appearance remained composed. It was easy to appear collected when you weren’t looking at him and he felt so far away.

“And look at him now,” you said, an ironic smile on your face. “A mess.”

Jungkook snickered. “He’s really not that bad.”

Sighing again, you ran a hand through your hair and felt your fingers get caught in the last strand, only adding to your frustration with your brother.

“Sure. He’s a good kid,” you said, looking up at Jungkook. “But he tries too hard.”

Jungkook saw the parallel, he felt it. You might as well have said that about him.

At last, it seemed like the time had come to address the real reason he’d come to your room. He knew that this casual chit-chat was only temporary anyway. But if he wasn’t careful, it would be the last time the two of you spoke to each other with such ease, such familiarity.

He cleared his throat and said, “this might be the hardest conversation we have.”

He didn’t need to elaborate, you understood. And still, you thought about his words for a moment and decided to disagree.

“Or the easiest,” you said. “I mean, everything important that we could have said, we’ve pretty much said already.”

He blinked, surprised at first. Then dizzy.

There were several things he wanted to say to you, but he expected to listen to you first. He knew you wouldn’t initiate a conversation about your feelings, but he’d hoped this was different, especially considering all that you’d said to each other on the street.

It wasn’t different. You sat across from him on the bed and you looked a little uncomfortable, but not particularly confounded.

He’d expected to find you grappling with questions, armoured with rightful accusations, but you appeared settled.

Maybe it’s because it’s been four years, he realised suddenly. He hadn’t been there to watch you build your defences. He hadn’t seen your walls grow.

He worried, suddenly, that nothing he’d say would mean anything to you. He worried that the only reason you let him into your room was to deliver the finishing blow—to tell him that you were done one more time.

He switched the arm he was leaning against the bed with; his right arm was slowly going numb. Actually, so was his left, and, if he was completely honest, his whole body felt a bit like it was floating away from him, but he tried to focus on the moment.

“Uh, w-we haven’t said everything,” he said.

You looked at him. “What else is there?”

“Two things.”

Inhaling sharply, you turned away. You did not really want to continue the discussion you’d had by the canal. In fact, you didn’t think there was anything to continue at all.

You’d walked away as soon as you realised that you’d come face-to-face with your break-up. And this was it. You’ve found the reason why this could never work. Why you and him together could never work. And it was truly simple: it’s because it hadn’t worked before. You already knew it, but you enjoyed the leisure of pretending that you didn’t.

All that you two had to do now, in your opinion, was reach a formal agreement that this would be it. You’ve explored each other’s boundaries enough during this tour. The time has come to stop. To go back to your normal lives, your regular jobs and duties.

However, now that he was here, there was hesitation behind your closed eyes. You had learned that the two of you had different ideas about why you broke up. And you’d spent four years boiling in them, convincing yourselves you’ve moved on from them, then facing them head-on when you really looked at each other again.

Perhaps there were a few more things you had to talk about, after all, before you could truly put this behind you.

Finally, you nodded your head once and told him, “okay. What’s the first thing?”

“The first thing,” he started, “is that I'm sorry.”

It was well known that “sorry” wasn’t always a heavy word. People threw it around like a pebble and watched it bounce off the surface of the water, rarely ever intending for it to sink, to reach the depths not visible to the naked eye. Jungkook had been one of those people many times in his life.

But the word he used here felt different.

It carried a weight that forced him to lower his head as he said it. As if all his thoughts had been poured into this sentence – this fateful “I’m sorry” – and the heaviness of it was difficult to bear. As if he’d assigned different meanings to each “sorry” in his head, and all these little pieces suddenly added up to one big word that took up the whole room.

“For not realising what I was doing back then,” he said, dissecting the apology, “and what it meant for our relationship.”

He figured there wasn’t much that you could say that would make it easier for him to breathe – the conversation by the canal, the bet, the apology, all of it was too significant to leave much room for oxygen in his lungs.

But you said, “I forgive you.”

And it felt a lot like you were performing emergency resuscitation and successfully maintaining his brain function.

He wasn’t certain if you’d said that because it was the right thing to say, or because you’d meant it. If it was the former, Jungkook would have rather suffocated.

“You do?” he asked, unsure if he was prepared for your explanation.

“Yeah,” you said. “I didn’t know that you weren’t—that you didn’t realise why—why we broke up the way we did. And it sucks that you didn’t, but…”

You faltered here and Jungkook was keenly aware how you’d said it sucks, but you’d really meant it hurt me. It hurt that he’d been dismissive, negligent, and heedless – and had the audacity not to realise it.

He closed his eyes while you finished, “it sucks more to know that, all this time, you thought I’d just walked away for no good reason.”

An apology was on the tip of your tongue, he could sense it. Although you had many reasons to be angry with him for being so impossibly stupid, you also felt guilty because all this time, he had thought you woke up one morning and suddenly decided you didn’t want to be with him anymore. Like it was your fault that he didn’t realise he’d been taking you for granted every day for months before you broke up.

You should have been angry with him. Instead, you thought you were responsible for not explaining your reasoning properly before you left.

He couldn’t even begin to describe the ache in his chest. He wanted you so much, but more and more he realised that he didn’t deserve you.

“I didn’t try to stop you,” he said before you could say anything else, because this was another element of his initial apology. One more thing he had to be sorry for.

You shrugged with one shoulder. Over the years, you’d come up with several reasons why he never fought for your relationship, not even considering that he might have assumed you had fallen out of love with him. At the end of every day, you simply thought he didn’t care anymore.

“I thought you were okay with it,” you said. “When I told you we were over, you just stood there. You didn’t ask why and I didn’t... answer.”

“I wasn’t okay with it,” he replied. “But I didn’t think there was anything I could do.”

With a thoughtful nod, you agreed, “there probably wasn’t.”

“Yeah, but I felt that way because I assumed that you—you didn’t want to be with me. That you didn’t care about me anymore. And you, uh,” he stopped here and waited for a long minute. Finally, he inhaled deeply. “You thought the opposite.”

You probably should have shouted at each other as you discussed this, you thought abruptly. That would have been appropriate. Maybe even healthy, all things considered.

But then, perhaps the realisation that you both had different views on why you broke up was precisely the thing that softened the impact. His hurt because you’d left him without an explanation, and your anger because he made you do it—they both took up outstanding amounts of space in your chests. They weighed you down. And they almost balanced each other out.

Perhaps you weren’t ready to shout just yet. Or not anymore.

Perhaps you’d left most of the shouting in the past four years ago. Now you were finally on the verge of closure.

That was the point, after all: the two of you boasted—really, there was no other word for it, you were both proud of it—that you’d never spoken to anyone about the details of your relationship.

That could have been admirable, of course, this utter devotion to each other and no one else. Except that, you didn’t talk about your relationship with each other, either.

“Do you think this is our own fault?” you asked. “We were good at talking about everything except… well, us.”

“I know,” Jungkook was quick to agree. You had both been like this from the very beginning—that’s likely why he was never fully aware of his behaviour. You’d always argued, but never about the things that really mattered. “I nearly threw up before I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

You did a double take, your mind racing to supply you with a memory that matched his words, but coming up short.

You squinted at him. “Did you actually ask?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but let it hang there, no words coming out for a good minute.

“You don't remember?!” he accused, his voice so high-pitched that it could almost shatter glass.

“I remember going on at least five dates before someone called you,” you explained, “and I heard you say into your phone, ‘sorry, I’m with my girlfriend.’ And that’s when I assumed that, huh. I guess I’m your girlfriend then.”

Jungkook could remember this exact moment. It was Sid who had called him because the two of them were working for Sid’s grandfather fixing his Camaro at the time. Jungkook had needed the money, while Sid simply enjoyed the ‘69 classic car.

The memory sent a shiver down his spine because he recalled turning Sid down. He had prioritised you over everything back then. What had happened to him later?

Regardless – in Jungkook’s mind, the timeline of your relationship was different.

“I vividly remember asking you on our second date,” he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you attempted to remember the very beginning of your relationship.

Your first date was the traditional movie and dinner—although it turned into a movie and the rain when you got stuck in the park. You recalled the whole day with near-perfect clarity.

Your second date was a week later, at the carnival in town. It took you three hours to get back to your dorms, because the event was held across the forest that separated the university campus from a small town nearby. Jungkook had insisted that you could walk home, he had claimed to know the way. And then he proceeded to get you lost within a few seconds of entering the forest.

All you could remember him asking you back then, was, ‘I know where I’m going, so trust me, okay?’ and that certainly did not include any terms that specified your relationship status.

Confused if you were remembering this wrong, you asked, “when we got lost on our way home from the carnival?”

“Before that!” he was even louder now, both of his hands in the air as he frantically explained, “on the Ferris wheel! I can’t believe you don’t remember!”

“On the Ferris—Jungkook, you had motion sickness the whole time we were on it,” you reminded him.

“I wasn’t sick,” he argued. “I was nervous.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “All you said to me during that entire ride was ‘please’ when we were at the very top.”

“That was me asking!”

“That was—” You laughed in surprise before you could finish the sentence. “Okay, well, you can see why I wouldn’t remember that, considering you didn’t use a lot of words to explain what you meant. I thought you were asking me to end the ride. Not that I could have ended it, but—”

“You said yes, though.”

You didn’t think you heard him right, his tone noticeably lower compared to the agitated screaming before. “Hm?”

“When I said, ‘please?’,” he spoke, “you said, ‘yes.’”

You watched him, considering it.

“I think I was asking,” you said and demonstrated, “yes?”

“No. You made a statement,” he disagreed, showing you, “yes.”

You pursed your lips, choosing to quit before this escalated into an argument.

“Alright, fine,” you said. “Maybe I read your mind, then.”

He scoffed, turning away. “And forgot about it…”

Nevermind taking the high road.

“Well, I didn't think it meant anything,” you argued, “you were—”

“I had a different plan. I was going to fully embrace The Notebook and dangle from someone else’s seat to ask you,” Jungkook said, “but for that to work, you would’ve had to go on the ride with someone else. And at that point, I couldn’t let you sit in that cabin with someone who wasn’t me.”

You could feel your cheeks stretching as an involuntary smile spread across your lips.

“That’s a little crazy,” you said gently.

“Please,” he replied, lowering himself on your bed until he was lying on his back. “It’s just crazy. I went on a binge-watching session of romantic films before our first few dates. I did my research.”

You knew him too well not to point out, “was it really only for research?”

“Alright, after the first few, I started to really enjoy them,” he admitted, earning a knowing nod from you. He smiled in response and continued, “but then I got to know you better, and I figured that if I serenaded you like Heath Ledger did in 10 Things I Hate About You, you’d break up with me immediately.”

Your laughter sounded so sincere and calming that Jungkook felt his smile widen as he turned his head to look at you from where he was lying on your bed.

“So I became a singer instead,” he said, encouraged by the lightness in your laugh. “You can’t break up with me if singing for you is my job.”

Your stomach performed an intricate Loop-the-Loop and then dropped, seemingly down ten floors, all the way to the lobby of the hotel.

Desperate, you tried, “you’re not—it’s not—”

Noticing you were about to downplay his words—either because you didn’t think he meant it, or because you didn’t feel comfortable knowing that he did—Jungkook changed the topic instead.

“Were you angry at me?” he asked. “For not chasing you after you left that time?”

Struggling to collect the remains of your thoughts, you spoke very slowly, “I... I was angry that you didn’t put in any effort while we were still together. After that, I thought you didn’t care anymore.”

“I did,” he said. Then, realising, he corrected himself, “I do. And I didn’t want to make the same mistake again today.”

Hesitantly, you asked, “how do you mean? Because I left today?”

He nodded. “I'm not going to wait another four years before we talk about us.”

“Jungkook...” you said, but the sound of his name on your lips caused your thoughts to jumble once more. Your words stuck to your throat as your heart threw itself against the walls of your chest. You hoped to divert the topic, “y-you said there were two things. What—what’s the second thing?”

“The second thing is that I love you,” he said in one quick breath. “I took everything we had for granted, and I’m sorry. But the truth is that even then I was—I-I’d never stopped loving you.”

A sense of déjà vu clouded your mind, while the rest of your body reacted as if this was the first time you’d heard him say this. As if the four years you hadn’t been together were long enough to start a new lifetime, and now you’ve met again, reincarnated into different people – Jungkook, the vocalist of a rock band, and you, the manager.

But, buried deep in your subconscious, locked away in a box that your brain dared not touch even in a dreaming state, was the memory of the first time he’d said these words to you.

It was spring. You’d been together for about five or six months at that point, and you’d skipped class together to go to the same park where you’d had your first date. You’d spent the whole day walking around hand-in-hand, reminiscing about the past, dreaming of the future, taking pictures of the freshly bloomed cherry blossoms, and picking up the pale pink leaves from the grass to throw them at each other.

During the car ride back home, you were so exhausted that you could hardly keep your eyes open. The two of you had been running around so much—his energy was infectious, you’d both acted like Golden Retrievers set loose—that your legs felt wobbly and unsteady.

After a few more minutes, you had lost the battle against yourself and settled more comfortably into the passenger seat, closing your eyes. Your mind was already beginning to fill with the bliss of sleep when Jungkook stopped the car at a red light.

He glanced at you, seemingly asleep on the seat beside him, and leaned in to press his lips to your forehead. When he pulled back, he noticed a pale cherry blossom in your hair and a soft smile on your lips.

It was nothing more than a whisper—“I love you so much”—that slipped from his lips because he thought you were asleep. Nothing more than an overwhelmed confession as his heart drowned in his feelings.

But, to this day, nothing has ever come close to making your heart beat nearly as fast as it had in that car when the light turned green and he drove back to your dorm, still thinking you were asleep. That first confession of love remained a secret between you, him, and the stray cherry blossom nestled in your hair.

Slowly, you opened your eyes as the memory tugged at each and every cell of your skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface. You looked around the hotel room before you dared to look at him again.

Contrary to what Jungkook believed, you didn’t appear collected because you were done. Or because you didn’t want to fight with yourself about wanting him anymore.

It was because you were tired of still wanting him so much in spite of everything.

You were tired of forcing yourself to let go. To move on. To be rational and responsible.

Tired of feeling happy about things that were probably inappropriate.

Tired of finding those things inappropriate.

But rationally, you knew that you had to leave this behind and return to your normal lives after this, regardless of what you wanted.

It’d be much harder—to an infinite extent—because this wasn’t how you’d imagined this conversation going.

Quietly, you broke the silence, “I’m sorry, too.”

“Why?” he asked, sitting up on the bed.

“We can’t...” the words trailed off before you could catch up. You tried again, “I can’t—we can't do this.”

He observed the battle behind your eyes and then spoke, very softly, almost inaudibly, “we’re not doing anything wrong.”

“We’re—"

“We’re the ones who put meaning to things,” he continued. Not to contradict you, but to reassure you. “If we say it doesn't mean anything, then it doesn't.”

You shook your head with a sad smile, the situation vaguely familiar.

“It’s never that simple,” you said. “There’s so much more than just you and me to consider.”

“It is simple,” he insisted. Then, just like back in your bunk on the tour bus, he asked, “do you want me to leave?”

Just like back then, you answered without hesitation, “no.”

“Then this can have as much or as little meaning as you want it to. I don’t give a fuck,” he said. “I’m yours. You are all I’m considering. And I’m staying.”

In less than a second, the determination in his voice made you realise that rational didn’t always mean reasonable.

Rationally, you knew you should have drawn the line. You should have left or told him to leave. Should have distanced yourself from him for the sake of your heart. Your job. For the sake of the atmosphere backstage.

You were aware of all the damage this could do. You were aware of the risk. Of the questions. Of the pain.

You were aware that you were having the very conversation that you’d stopped him from pursuing a few hours ago on the street. But your response to him was vastly different now.

Really, the situation felt different, too.

The second thing is that I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—

You couldn’t imagine yourself leaving.

There was no place in the whole world that you would have rather been in right now. And no one else you would have wanted to share that place with.

It felt reasonable to stay. And wish for him to stay, too.

Jungkook had to scoot closer on the bed to reduce the distance between you two, and as soon as he did, he leaned in right away. He’d hesitated before, got scared, panicked and changed his mind. Tonight, he would do nothing of the sort.

His lips touched yours before you could formulate a single doubt and his kiss effectively silenced all the noises and echoes in your head.

Truthfully, he knew that there was a third thing he didn’t tell you, but when you kissed him back, less tentatively than the first time on the bus, he couldn’t imagine ever saying anything to you again. Speaking seemed like an immeasurable waste of time.

Instead, he pulled you closer, his lips locked on yours as one of his hands held the side of your face. His gentle fingertips contrasted with the coldness of his lip ring against your lips as he touched the skin of your cheek like he wasn’t sure, not even now, that it was really you he was holding. His other hand found its way around your waist and settled there—the gesture so intimate, so familiar.

He kissed you and it felt inevitable. Like everything you’d been doing up to this point was meant to lead you here – even the break-up four years ago.

As Jungkook felt your hands on his chest, careful and barely there, he mentally cursed himself for wearing this white shirt yet again—the fabric was too thick for him to properly feel you.

Still, he recognised the ghost of your touch as though he’d never been apart from you. As though you’d always stayed like this, locked in a desperate embrace in the tenth-floor room of a hotel in Amsterdam.

There were endless somethings bursting persistently in his chest as he tasted you, deepening the kiss by bringing his tongue over yours. Fireworks and flames and entire conflagrations all wreaked havoc on his heart.

This time, there were no promises of five minutes, and no curtains to separate you from everyone else. When you whimpered quietly, in response to him pulling you up until one of your legs was thrown over his and you were seated firmly on his thigh, he was the only one who heard it. The only one who felt your heavy breathing on his lips as he kissed you.

And if, by a lucky chance, there was any oxygen left in the room, neither of you needed it as your holds on each other grew tighter, hands grasping whatever materials they could reach and pulling—until he took your shirt off, until you took off his.

Every single one of your nerve endings was focused solely on him—his taste, his scent, his touch, his warmth, the roughness of his dark jeans underneath you, the softness of the skin on his chest. Your body instinctively drew closer, prompting him to clench his thigh as he wrapped his arms around you even more tightly.

His lips gently trailed kisses down your jawline and onto your neck, and it was as intoxicating as it was overwhelming. He remembered your body—how could he forget when it haunted his dreams almost every night?—but he yearned to create new memories, to trace the lines of your figure that he’d memorised and bring them to life in a new and different way.

You helped his eager hands find the edge of your sports bra and had to briefly pull away from him to slide it over your head. He pulled you back to him as soon as you did, needing to get lost in your touch, to feel your skin against his.

Your hotel room was filled with so much electricity, the two of you could have lit all of Amsterdam up.

“There’s so much I want to say to you. So much I have to say,” he breathed against your lips while his hands caressed your exposed sides, tracing the familiar maps on your skin.

You pulled him closer by gripping the back of his neck and exhaled, “show me instead.”

The meaningfulness, or rather, meaninglessness, of the moment seemed secondary. You wouldn’t analyse what this symbolised or where you stood.

Instead, you’d analyse how kissing him—touching him, feeling his skin, hearing his breathing—felt good. How it felt right. Like you’d been lying to yourself by doing everything else but this.

Sitting on his lap as he held you firmly in his arms—essentially trapping you in his grip, in his scent, in him—you could feel the rest of the world fade away into the recesses of your mind that you didn’t consider important at this given point.

Focusing on the feeling of his tongue against yours and the firmness underneath you, you allowed the scorching heat of the moment to take control of your movements as you instinctively moved your hips against his and forced him to suck in a shaky breath.

You undid the buckle of his belt and he had to pull back just a little, breaking the kiss. His head was spinning, overwhelmed by your closeness and the rapid beating of his heart. It wasn’t the first time you had been this close, but it had been so long, and he’d wanted this so much, that it felt like he’d never done this before.

Noticing your trembling hands, he helped you with his belt by loosening his grip on your waist. As soon as your fingers reached the zipper of his pants, he grabbed your forearms—successfully halting your progress in ridding him of his jeans—and swiftly flipped you over onto your back on the bed.

Your eyes met for a split second as he hovered over you, silently exchanging a conversation that neither of you dared to voice.

He leaned in to kiss you again and allowed you to get back to the previous task. Kissing him back, you finally managed to lower his jeans to his knees, and the simple feeling of your touch on the back of his thighs nearly made him see stars. Leaning his forehead against yours, he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip to regain his composure.

He briefly sat up to kick off his jeans—as quickly as he could, because the room temperature fell a hundred degrees when he wasn’t touching you—and you took a moment to trace the patterns of ink on his arm with your eyes.

You were with him when he got his first tattoo.

He acted tough in the tattoo parlour, but once the artist took you both down to the basement, all of his bravery faded. It was rather chilly down there—Jungkook was pouting when he took his jacket off, revealing his shivering skin—and he’d chosen his knuckles as a place for his first tattoo. It was going to hurt.

He knew that, in theory. But the way he squeezed your hand and bit his lip when the needle pierced his skin for the first time still surprised you both. You weren’t sure who was in more pain by the end of the session—him, from the fresh ink on his hand, or you, from how hard he’d been squeezing your hand.

Now, he had a full sleeve. And you felt a pang of pain in your chest, because there were so many tattoos that you hadn’t seen him get.

You hadn’t been there when the needle pierced his skin again and again. You hadn’t seen the way he closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and placed a hand on your knee—for support, for reassurance, for all-consuming love.

You hadn’t helped him apply lotion on the fresh ink, hadn’t teased him for being a baby, hadn’t been shut up with a kiss. You hadn’t traced the intricate lines on his skin with the tips of your fingers—careful, gentle, loving.

You hadn’t been there for four years.

But you were here now.

Just as your gaze reached his shoulder, your eyes locked on the patterns you’d never touched, Jungkook turned to you and caught you staring. The dazed look in your eyes before he had even done anything affected him in more ways than he could count.

With a wide, shameless grin and a raised eyebrow, he leaned into you again. You noticed right away that he was about to say something that would surely ruin the moment, but you pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him before he could.

“Don’t,” you warned. There was humour and light and excitement in your eyes.

Chuckling as if you’d read his mind, he pressed a kiss to your lips and mumbled, “wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Liar,” you exhaled against his mouth as he quickly slid your biker shorts and panties down your hips, your back barely leaving the bed.

“Honest,” he countered in a soft whisper, his lips hovering over your neck as his hands returned to your waist and he aligned your hips with his. “I have better things on my mind.”

It was hard to determine which one of you was to blame for ending this unnecessary bickering by inhaling too sharply – you, who reached the edge of his boxers and pulled them down, removing the last layer of clothing between you; or him, who gently caressed your thighs, drawing deliberately slow, teasing circles that inched closer to your core.

He managed to kick off his boxers without letting go of you—which was a talent that was difficult to advertise, but a talent nonetheless—and kissed you deeply. One of his fingers slid over your thighs and traced over your folds, causing your body to twitch in anticipation as you gripped his forearms for support.

His touch felt foreign and familiar at the same time – he knew how to find every single one of your nerve endings, but your body seemed to have forgotten that he knew.

It was almost frightening how he sensed exactly how to touch you to elicit a response—the pillows of his fingers effortlessly reached the bundle of nerves on your clit at just the right time to make your back arch off the bed involuntarily, seeking more friction. Your breathing grew louder every time he applied more pressure to his touch.

It really didn’t feel fair at all—the way he appeared to know your body better than you did, even after all these years.

A frustrated whimper escaped your lips when he added another finger, picking up the pace. He alternated between gentle rubs and teasing caresses, and his touch made your head spin, but you wanted more of him. All of him.

He only inserted a finger for a fraction of a second before lightly brushing it over your folds—the motion so sweet and then suddenly not enough. Your nails were about to draw blood from how tight you were gripping his arms.

“Don’t tease,” you exhaled, more a plea than a command. “Not now.”

There was a hint of promise here, and Jungkook smiled before nodding. He kissed your lips, but instead of pulling away, he increased his pace—toying with your clit with just enough pressure and at just the right angle that you could have cried out if you hadn’t been biting your lip so hard.

“Fuck,” was all you could respond with as your eyes rolled back from the intense sensation. “Jungkook—”

This time his name was encouraging. It was begging. It made him groan as he leaned in, already almost painfully hard as he rubbed your clit, spreading your wetness with his fingers.

“Hmm.” He touched your neck with his lips in a sloppy, wet kiss that sent shivers down your spine. “You look so beautiful.”

“Fuck,” you repeated, the relentless ministrations of his fingers rendering you incapable of a more coherent sentence. “Fuck.”

And just when you felt the pressure in your stomach building, he pulled away abruptly.

The loss of contact made you exhale with enough agitation for it to resemble a whine. This earned you a smirk from him as he pulled back slightly, convinced he was just doing what you’d asked because he did indeed stop teasing.

To be fair, it was for his benefit, too. Your body, your warmth, your heavy breaths—he knew it all teased him more than he could ever tease you.

Struggling to maintain his composure, he bit his lip and reached for his length, giving it a few languid strokes.

The first glimpses of concern started to creep in when he realised he had no protection, but he saw you nod at the pile of suitcases by your bed. Confused initially, he rolled off of you and approached what appeared to be a welcome basket on top of the pile.

“Don’t tell me…” he mumbled in disbelief as he picked up the wicker basket—decorated with an appropriate white bow.

“Yeah,” you confirmed his thoughts and sure enough, among complimentary bottles of shampoo and tubes of toothpaste, he found a box of condoms.

Under different circumstances, he would have embraced his inner teenager and dropped everything to giggle at this, but he tried to stay composed. That is, until he looked at you and saw that you were biting your lip in an obvious attempt to hold back laughter.

“Well, this is quite convenient,” he remarked, encouraged by your amusement, as he climbed back on the bed. “Almost meant to be, no?”

“Don’t spoil the moment,” you warned, pressing your lips together to conceal your smile. “Just hurry.”

“Say that again for me?” he teased. “I love it when you beg.”

Undeterred by the punch on his shoulder that he received in response, Jungkook laughed and ripped the bag open. He unrolled the condom onto his length with relative ease despite the slight shake in his hands.

You reached out to help him, and he realised he might actually pass out when he felt you touch him. The tips of your fingers were on the tip of his length as he brought it closer to your entrance.

He shook his head and warned breathlessly, all of his previous confidence gone, “I’m not—not going to last long.”

He could tell as much even before he entered you, but after you nodded—giving him voiceless permission—and, slowly, almost agonisingly, he slid inside, he realised he may have miscalculated.

He might not last at all.

Lowering his head as he paused, not even halfway in, he bit his lip in concentration and closed his eyes. He couldn’t get himself together when you looked like that under him—almost too lost in the feeling of him, in the pleasant stretch, in the way you couldn’t help but clench around him as your walls anticipated fitting all of him in.

“Fuck,” he exhaled shakily as you tightened around him. He really needed to get a grip. More sternly, he repeated, “fuck,” and, with a more forceful thrust of his hips, he fully bottomed out.

You threw your head back at the sudden motion, needing a second to adjust to the stretch. This was helped greatly by one of his hands as he caressed your hips, your waist, your breasts while he gave you as much time as you needed. Hė toyed with your nipple between his fingers and the gentle touch and the utmost admiration in his dark eyes sent sparks straight to your core.

After you quietly urged him to move, it still took him a whole minute before he felt confident enough to pull almost all the way out and then push back in, testing both of your limits. He looked at you—because he couldn’t not look at you underneath him, not even if it meant he’d lose himself right away—and the expression on your face was so dreamy that he didn’t even realise he shuddered in exhilaration.

Your head was still thrown back as you held your lower lip in a tight grip between your teeth. When you slowly opened your eyes, your gaze met his right away. And there was barely anything—fuck it, there was nothing—that he could have done to prepare for it.

He thought he may as well have died then and there because nothing in his life would ever compare to the colour of your eyes when you looked at him.

Swallowing the groan in the back of his throat, he leaned in to press his lips to yours as he began to move. It was slow at first, then his hips gradually gained more speed as he felt your warm walls pulling him in. Your fingers found their way to his hair, getting tangled in the dark strands as his hips pressed into yours harder—not just faster, but with more force, too, each brush of his length igniting a new fire inside of you.

He made it impossible for you to catch your breath as he kissed you with as much fervour as before, not once slowing down the pace of his hips. Everything he did was in response to you—the way you arched your back, your whimpers in between the messy, open-mouthed kisses, the way you pulled his hair, the way you held onto his shoulders.

He knew that if he lost concentration, he’d unravel immediately. It’s been so long, too long. He’s wasted far too many nights in foreign beds, chasing highs that had always felt forced and artificial. He wasn’t prepared for the real thing. He wasn’t prepared for you.

“Fuck. I’d missed you, my love,” he whispered hazily between kisses, each word accompanied by a thrust of his hips, “so fucking much.”

You felt shivers run down your spine again. If you could have formed a sentence—let alone voiced it—you would have reciprocated.

You would have told him that you missed him too. And you would have told him how much it scared you, the way this feeling was so intense that you seemed to disregard everything else.

But you couldn’t focus.

His length stroked your walls with an exemplary balance of force and tenderness. His tongue was in your mouth, the kiss hot, heavy, messy. His hands were all over your skin, warm, eager, relentless.

He filled your head with stars.

You could not speak, you could not say anything that wasn’t a breathless whisper of his name every time he pulled away to give you both a chance to inhale.

He understood you without words, however. And the response you had to him was about to tip him over the edge. His movements became too fast to be precise, his thrusts grew sloppy, his breathing got heavier, his groans louder.

The knot in your stomach formed much faster than you would have liked. You wanted this to last longer, but all of it felt reckless—dangerous and outrageous—and so good—too good—that you broke the kiss, a strangled cry of his name passing your lips as a warning that you were close.

“Yeah?” he whispered, kissing your jaw as he pressed his thumb on your clit. The rubbing motion matched the speed of his hips and the intensified pleasure caught you so unexpectedly that you could no longer control how loud you were.

Your heavy breaths mixed with curses and broken fragments of his name—he knew these sounds would echo around his mind for every waking moment—as your back arched off the bed and into him.

And when he heard you cry out, when he felt your grip on his arms tighten as your body jerked forwards, your hips meeting his, then lowering again in uncontrollable muscle spasms, when he felt your walls clench around him so much that they nearly stopped his movements, he almost whined, sensing his own high, brought on by the feeling of yours.

There were curses spilling from your lips as you came and you held onto him so tightly that he knew he’d have bruises on his arms tomorrow morning. Already, he couldn’t wait to look at them. He couldn’t wait to do this again.

His hips drove into yours—sloppily, accompanied by loud sounds of skin slapping on skin—until he fell over the edge, groaning loudly as he spilled himself into the condom. His body twitched as he pushed into you—one final stroke of your soft, sensitive walls—then he stilled completely.

His face was inches from yours, and you were the one who reached out to connect your lips, turning his groan into a dangerous whimper. Your kiss burned through him like electricity and, impossibly, seemed to prolong his climax.

He kissed you back like it was the first time, still powerless from his high, still feeling like he was floating, unable to come down, to pull out, to stop kissing you.

Breathless, you whined against his mouth and felt him stir inside of you, sparking a sudden new fire in your stomach before the previous one could fully go out.

He wanted you, needed you still—maybe he’d never stop. But it was the way you responded to him, the way he felt you need him as much as he needed you, that made him growl into the kiss as his hands reached for the parts of you that he'd touched hundreds of times tonight already.

It was almost desperate, the way you were still clinging to one another—like you’d never touched each other before and never would again.

Finally, you pulled away to inhale. And to, hopefully, recover.

“Fuck,” Jungkook whispered, summarising all that you were about to say.

You both chuckled, giddy, excited, almost euphoric.

He rested his forehead against yours and pressed another soft kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out, and stepping back to discard the condom.

In no more than three seconds, he was back on the bed next to you, pulling you to his side and kissing you once more.

It was three seconds then, he decided, that he could survive away from you.

For a good minute after that, the two of you just watched each other, your chests rising and falling as your bodies tried to fathom something that your minds failed to grasp.

Suddenly, you shook your head.

“What?” he asked. His lips were stretched into what felt like a permanent smile.

“Nothing, I just… it would be very difficult to explain where we were if someone noticed us missing,” you said—your words humorous, but the meaning behind them serious.

Even though you smiled as you spoke, Jungkook swallowed and nodded, solemn all of a sudden.

“I know,” he said. “And I don’t care if anyone knows. I only care that we do.”

You ran your tongue over your swollen lips, preparing to say something that he knew he wouldn’t like. But he was paralysed as he watched you. He swore your lips were the colour of his dreams, and he had to clench his jaw so he wouldn’t lean over and kiss you again.

He forced himself to roll onto his back and spoke up before you could, making sure his voice was as nonchalant as possible, given the hurricane inside his chest, “can we—can we not talk about that right now? Can I just stay here instead?”

You looked at him—which was incredibly easy when he wasn’t looking back at you—and forgot, for a moment, that you had to reply.

He looked almost ethereal like this, with his head resting on the pillows next to you, his hair tousled, stray curls sticking to the droplets of sweat on his forehead, his lips pursed slightly as he stared ahead. A part of you wished to take a picture, to hold onto this moment forever. But a different part of you didn’t want anyone else to witness him like this, not even the lens of your phone camera.

He suddenly turned his head to look at you and you blinked, averting your eyes as you remembered that you hadn’t spoken.

“Hmm. Yes,” you said, the word scratchy as it caught in your dry throat. You cleared it and tried again, “okay.”

Jungkook hummed somehow ambiguously and looked away.

“What?” you asked, confused by the look on his face.

“I thought you’d still tell me to leave,” he admitted.

You sighed. “You should. But I want you to stay. I’m fine with doing what I want tonight, however stupid that might turn out to be.”

He ignored the doubt in your voice—he was getting good at that—and looked at you again. He knew you probably couldn’t even begin to imagine the sort of fire your words ignited inside of him, and just how far the sparks travelled on his skin.

“Then I hope you know,” he said, “that I’m fine with only getting ten minutes of sleep tonight.”

Quietly, you replied, “I think I’m fine, too.”

“Yeah?” he asked, briskly turning to his side and propping himself up on his elbow with renewed excitement.

His abrupt jump made you chuckle despite your best attempts to remain serious, and his grin widened as he brought his hand to the side of your face and leaned in to kiss you once more. Then, twice more. Then three more times—in perpetuity, he hoped.

He knew that he was blessed to have experienced a lot of happiness in his life. But nothing came close to the feeling of your lips on his as the two of you played around in your hotel bed in Amsterdam, two nights before his band’s inaugural performance in The Netherlands during their first European tour.

This was a dream, it had to be.

And he was determined to do everything to make sure he never woke up from it.

chapter title credits: sleep token, “like that”

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part 2 for the golden globes ?

golden globes pt 2- austin butler

summary: austin comes over for lunch the day after the golden globes so you can celebrate your wins. word count: 1.8k warnings: none a/n: this can be read alone but it's meant to be a pt 2 to my golden globes imagine

pt. 1

the next morning you awoke to the buzzing of your phone on your bedside table. you squinted as you looked at the bright screen, an unknown number popping up.

—

???

hi, its austin

—

a small smile tugged at your lips as memories flooded your head from the previous evening. you remembered the moment you’d gotten his number and how you’d spent the entire night talking between breaks, how you’d gotten to congratulate him for his win, and him you, and then how at the after party, your eyes would always meet from across the room, yet you never uttered one word to each other.

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you:

hey, good morning

congrats again!

austin:

thank you

you too

you gnawed at your lip as you thought of what you could say to keep the conversation going, but soon saw the three dots pop up again.

austin:

did you enjoy your night?

you:

yeah, maybe a bit too much

really feeling the hangover now

—

what you said was true, your stomach felt empty and you were slightly nauseous. you’d drank a lot of water when you’d arrived, yet you had a faint headache.

—

austin:

hahaha, i feel the same way

you:

so you got a chance to celebrate your win?

austin:

in a way, i guess. i feel like it was more of a collective celebration of everything and everyone, you know?

you:

i get that

austin:

i would celebrate today but i’m pretty tired from yesterday.

don’t think i could handle a loud place and more alcohol right now.

you:

well…

austin:

well?

you:

why don’t you pull your shitty hall and oates out and i’ll pull mine out and we can celebrate together at my place

—

your hands were trembling lightly. your finger lingered over the send button for a minute before you pressed it, the noise notifying it had been delivered only adding to your nerves.

—

you:

i’ll cook

—

the three dots popped up, disappeared, and then popped up again.

—

austin:

i like the sound of that🙃

you:

great!! any suggestions?

austin:

no, whatever you want is fine. i’m not picky.

you:

okk

austin:

just tell me when and where and i’ll be there

you:

oh right

how does three hours sound?

austin:

sounds perfect

you:

okay then, see you in three hours :))

austin:

see you ;)

—

with that, you set your phone down. you walked into your kitchen and ventured around, picking up an advil while you were at it. you figured you should decide on a meal before anything. you also decided you’d make a cake.

within twenty minutes the chocolate cake was in the oven. you quickly washed the dishes before going back to your room. you picked an outfit, showered, and did your makeup. you were grateful that you didn’t have to do your hair as the styling from last night was still there. once all that was done, you popped on one of your records, the music flowing from the living room into the open kitchen. you hummed as you prepared the food.

soon, there were ten minutes till the three hour mark. you had miraculously managed to finish cooking and cleaning the dishes. you had just finished icing your cake when the security called, asking for your permission to let austin in. you approved and quickly ran to a mirror to make sure you still looked presentable as he parked in your driveway. a knock on the door announced his arrival and as you reached the door, you had to push your cat away.

you opened the door and there was austin, looking gorgeous as ever. a smile adorned his face as he held up a bottle of champagne in one hand and two hall and oates vinyls in the other.

“hi,” you smiled shyly.

“hi,” he said back, smirking slightly.

“you’re early,” you said, gesturing for him to come in.

“i know. i’m sorry, i was eager to see you again. you look really nice,” he flirted.

“you’re making me blush,” you mumbled as your cheeks heated up.

he laughed a little and he followed you as you walked to the kitchen. you grabbed a champagne bucket and filled it with ice and austin put it in there.

“do you need any help?” austin asked as you plated the food.

“no, i’m alright. if you wanna put some music on my record player’s right there,” you said as you pointed at your favourite part of the house.

“you know, i’m kind of surprised you came,” you said as austin walked towards your vinyls.

“why is that?” he asked as he kneeled down to browse your collection.

“well i figured you’d be celebrating with your sister,” you said.

“she decided to go to the mall before the weekend comes and it gets too busy. we’re celebrating tomorrow,” he explained, to which you hummed in understanding.

“you weren’t lying about your collection. it’s amazing,” he said.

“thank you. i think i have arguably the best record store in the world to thank for that,” you said.

“oh really?” he said as he put on his one of vinyls.

“mhm, it’s in a really quiet part of the city. usually it’s pretty empty and most of their customers are old people who probably won’t recognize a modern day celebrity. i’ll take you one day,” you said, heart pounding in your chest.

“i’ll hold you to that,” he said.

“daryll hall & john oates?” you asked, referring to the album he’d picked.

“that was quick,” he said as camellia rang through the speakers.

“i love this album, just never found it,” you said.

he hummed, but it was quickly cut off by his laughter.

“who’s this?” he asked.

you leaned over the counter to see him crouched down as your cat rubbed herself against his leg.

“that’s beans,” you smiled, “is she bothering you?”

“no no, quite the opposite. she’s adorable,” he said as he pet her head, his southern twang from elvis still present in his voice.

as he continued to play with her, you began placing food on the table. when he noticed, he got up and washed his hands, helping you set everything up before you both sat down to eat. you both dug in and conversation flowed easily between the two of you. you spoke about your families, fame, hollywood life, the people you knew in common and more. before you knew it, he was helping you wash dishes while you cleared the table. he’d insisted on doing them despite you telling him it wasn’t necessary at all. by the time you were grabbing dessert from the fridge, you’d already been through three albums. as he put on a fourth, you put your cake on the table.

“oh my god,” he said as he saw it, laughing a bit, “how did you do all this in three hours?”

“i was motivated by my need to impress everyone who steps into my house,” you said honestly, causing him to laugh.

“well, consider me impressed, but i would’ve been fine with ordering takeout and calling it a day. i didn’t want to cause you this much trouble,” he said.

“it was no trouble at all, really. i enjoy cooking,” you said as you remembered the champagne in the kitchen.

“here, open this,” you said as you handed him the bottle and placed two glasses on the table. you began to slice the cake, cutting one for yourself and one for him.

he poured the champagne and handed you a glass as you handed him cake. you sat down before he raised his glass.

“to you, because we wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t crashed straight into me last night,” he joked, causing your cheeks to heat up as you laughed.

“and to our golden globes,” you added.

“and to our golden globes,” he repeated as you clinked glasses.

you both enjoyed the cake, which he thoroughly complimented, calling it ‘the best cake i’ve ever had in my life.’ once you were done and all the dishes were put away, he looked at his watch.

“i should probably get going. my sister wanted to order dinner,” he said sympathetically. you looked at your phone and saw that it was already 7 pm.

“god, i didn’t realize it was so late,” you said, “i’ll walk you out.”

you walked right next to austin, your arms just barely brushing against each other, but just as you were about to step out of the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks. austin stopped as well, looking at you with his brows furrowed.

“take some cake!” you said as you ran back to the fridge.

“no, that’s okay. it’s your cake,” he said.

“austin, what am i gonna do with 3/4 of a cake all to myself? take some for yourself, and your sister. i insist,” you said as you cut a large piece consisting of about four slices.

you handed it to him and he thanked you before you were walking to the door again. you opened it and you both stood in the doorway looking at each other.

“thank you for everything, i had a really great time,” he said, eye contact not breaking.

“thank you for coming,” you said softly.

the doorway was small, your chests were almost pressed against each other as he looked down at you. his unfaltering gaze made you blush and you had to look away for a minute. he smirked slightly and when you looked back up, he tilted his head towards you.

“can i kiss you?” he asked, a twinge of nervousness in his voice though he was still smirking.

you nodded in response and he leaned forward, closing the gap. the kiss was gentle and short but it left you with butterflies in your stomach. when he pulled away, you were both trying to bite back smiles.

“i should, uh, probably go home now,” he laughed.

“yeah,” you said, biting your lip as you pulled out your phone to see that it was 7:13 pm.

“alright then,” he said.

“bye, austin,” you said as he began to walk to his car.

“bye, y/n,” he responded.

you waited until he got to his car and just as he was about to get in, he stopped.

“oh, y/n, i’m holding you to the record shopping,” he smiled.

“how about next monday?” you asked.

“next monday is perfect,” he responded, getting in his car.

“next monday it is,” you mumbled, biting your lip as you watched him drive off.

you walked into your house with a smile that seemed like it would be permanently etched onto your face. your attention was brought to you record player when the vinyl ended and you noticed that austin had left both of his at your house. you shot him a quick text.

you:

you left your records at my house

austin:

guess i’ll just have to come over after record shopping then ;)

—

son of a bitch.

#austin butler imagine #austin butler x y/n #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you

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mrsaltieri-real · 8 months

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His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter Twelve: Plaything (Mickey’s POV)

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, mention of Mickey’s murder and backstory, conflicted feelings, talk of murdering Dahlia, deception, betrayal, threatening, Nancy Loomis being a cunt, etc.

A/N: we’re getting into the nitty gritty of it all, the pace is going to be picked up after this. Expect smut, angst, fucking feelings and everything in between. Writing from Mickey’s POV is so much fun, especially when he’s so torn and confused about his own feelings and actions. Who knows how this is going to turn out? I know, @bisexual-horror-fan who has once again helped me by beta reading and editing this knows. Thank you again, you absolute fucking star!

Tag: @lizey-thornberry

Dahlia was fun to play with, at least initially, but watching how worked up and upset she’d get every time her phone would buzz, how she’d jump at the sound and the flash of fear that took over her features was beginning to concern me, something I’d never expected to feel. Maybe I cared about her more than I wanted to admit, maybe Nancy’s relentless phone calls to her were messing with her head too much, and it bothered me enough to mimic the feeling of worry, at least part of me hopes it is mimicking it, as opposed to me actually worrying. Either way, it had to stop.

I looked down at Dahlia, fast asleep with her lips slightly parted, her dark curls framing her pretty face, and I sighed, rubbing a hand through my hair and down my face. I pushed myself up slowly and carefully from beside her, trying my best not to jostle her awake.

It was easy to pretend to care about people that I felt absolutely no connection with, Sidney, Randy, Derek and Hallie, it was a lot more difficult to pretend like I didn’t care about her when she’d somehow managed to find her way underneath my skin.

My phone buzzed quietly from her bedside table and I picked it up quickly, seeing the name printed across the screen; Bankroller.

I didn’t bother throwing anything on other than my sweats before leaving her room as quietly as I could to take the call, already feeling the anger building in my chest as I pressed the phone to my ear and hissed out, “Nancy, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Nancy Loomis scoffed at me down the phone, I could picture her snooty eye roll as she exclaimed, “Well, good morning to you too, Mickey. You’re late. We were supposed to meet an hour ago.”

“I’ve been busy.” I snapped, immediately hushing my voice as soon as it raised, “But you already knew that. Why are you calling her?”

I heard Nancy sigh before she said, “We’ll discuss this when I see you. You know where to go. Don’t keep me waiting,” before the line went dead, and I heard the dull hum of the dial tone.

Fucking bitch.

I gripped the phone tighter, pulling it down to my side as I let out a sharp breath, glancing back at the door and hesitating for a moment, eyeing the door knob.

The plan was in place, it had been for a while, I wasn’t having any doubts about it, about my motive. I knew what I had to do, what I wanted to do, but Nancy was already beginning to cross a line.

They were mine to torment as I saw fit. It has been made explicitly clear that I do what I have to do, get as close to the three of them as I possibly can, learn everything about them, their routines, habits, down to their favourite kind of drinks. It was fine with Randy and Sidney, fine with Derek and Hallie. But I’d found myself beginning to feel something for Dahlia.

Do I care about her? Probably. Do I care enough about her to stop what’s to come?

Fuck no.

I pushed the door back open, trying to be as quiet as possible as I stepped in, beginning to pull my clothes on, eyes fixed on her sleeping form. She’d rolled over onto her side, arms curled around her pillow with her face buried in mine. She looked so peaceful, her face was perfectly smooth, and her full lips had turned up into a small smile.

It was hard not to take pride in the fact that I’d made her this way, gradually snipped away at the deadbeat, emotionless shell of a person she used to be and dragged out this version of her, so endearing and warm and soft. Once dressed, I leaned down and brushed some of her hair from her face, pressing my lips softly to her forehead in hopes I would not wake her up. She always smelt amazing, like vanilla and coconut, it’s something that I’d found myself getting used to and missed when she wasn’t around.

What the fuck was going on with me?

Maybe it was selfish of me to have wanted to test this out in the first place, see how far I could get with her. But the plan remained the same, Dahlia was going to die alongside Sidney, alongside her precious Randy. But what if that wasn’t in the cards, for her, anyway?

I thought about it as I walked off campus once I’d left her dorm, thought about all of it. Maybe she didn’t have to die. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to die. Perhaps the sole reason she’s still alive was an act of fate. She had died back in Woodsboro, but she’d come back, and something about that had been sticking in my brain like crazy for the last few months. Who the hell was I to test and play fate like that? She was obviously still here for a reason.

Was I the reason? Was I supposed to meet this girl, find her and make her a part of my life, heal her, make her feel something for me, make her feel things again in general? Would killing her be a monumental mistake? The last thing I wanted to do was give a great big fuck you to the universe. I had my own reasons for being here, she must have one too.

Nancy was sitting in the regular coffee shop a couple of miles off campus, just outside of town, her head bent over a notebook she was scribbling in erratically, clearly planning out the next move. I couldn’t help but wonder her future intentions with Dahlia as I cleared my throat once I reached the table, eyebrows raised expectantly.

She looked up at me, brown eyes blank as she raised a hand, gesturing to the chair in front of her with a simple, “Sit down, Mickey.”

With a roll of my eyes, I sat, thumping my hands against the table and drumming my fingers against the wood, staring her down just as she was to me, dropping the notebook in front of her.

“So?” I asked after a few moments of increasingly uncomfortable silence, “Why are you bothering her so much?”

Nancy’s hands clasped together as she leaned forward to speak in a hushed tone to me, “The question is, why do you care? Look, Mickey, I understand that you are getting frustrated with the waiting, that you want to go ahead and begin all this, but this girl is distracting you. You’re supposed to be getting closer to Sidney, but it would seem as though you’re wasting your precious time with Dahlia.” She spat out her name as though the taste of it disgusted her and picked up her cup, taking a sip of coffee. I felt a twinge of anger flicker in my stomach and frowned, my fingers halting the drumming motion to dig into the table.

“Why are you calling her, Nancy? It isn’t time-“

“I am the one who makes these decisions. Not you.” Her tone was firm, as though I was a child, and she was a parent, disciplining me. I couldn’t help but laugh a little, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms as I called her out, “Who are you, my mother? I don’t take orders from you. I’m doing this because I want to. Don’t forget, you need me a whole lot more than I need you. You sought me out, not the other way around.”

Her cockiness wavered for a moment before she sucked in a sharp breath, her hand moving to press against her temples as though the conversation was exhausting her.

So dramatic.

“I’m calling her because this was always part of the plan. She’s part of the reason my son is dead, Mickey. My son, my Billy, stabbed her, Sidney caught him off guard, and now he’s gone. You always knew you’d have to kill her, why does it matter if I’m doing this?”

“Because it’s not fucking time.” My voice raised a little, I noticed her recoil slightly at my tone and her hand dropped back to the table, her head tilting a little before her eyes widened in sudden realization.

“Mickey, don’t tell me you’ve come to care for this girl?”

I scoffed again, head falling back with a loud groan, before I looked at her dead on with a hissed, “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s my plaything, you told me to keep myself entertained, that’s exactly what I’m doing. So, leave her alone.”

“No.”

I scowled at her, feeling the anger bubbling in my chest once again. “I’m warning you-“

“No, I’m warning you. I might need you more than you need me, but remember, I can pull the plug on this. I know your past, I know what you’ve fucking done. Those people in your hometown, what you did to your family? I have the receipts of our conversations. I can turn you in, Mickey. Don’t think for a fucking second that I won’t if you don’t get back on board.”

I watched her face for a second, trying to find a bluff in her little speech. I couldn’t, and she knew it. A smug smile lit up her pinched face, and she said softly, “Don’t think you're not replaceable. You are. Get back to being the killer I’m paying you to be.”

I pushed away from the table shortly after that, stepping toward her, so I could bend down to whisper into her ear, “Leave her alone. I’ll kill her, but she’s mine, Nancy. I mean it.” Before turning my back on her and leaving the café, feeling her beady eyes glued to my back as I walked out the door.

Being bossed around like I was a child was beginning to piss me off, I wasn’t her son and I didn’t appreciate her treating me like I was.

Maybe I cared about Dahlia more than I wanted to let on. I knew I was suppressing these feelings, not wanting them to take a hold of me. But saying the words, “I’ll kill her,” out loud sent something unfamiliar and uncomfortable through my chest, something I hadn’t felt before.

I have killed a lot of people. It’s fun, adrenaline induced and manic. Nothing compares to holding someone’s life in your hands and being the one to snatch it away, the sight of watching the light of life leaving someone’s eyes. I always thought of myself as unfeeling, uncaring. I didn’t care about absolutely anyone, but maybe I cared more about her more than I cared about that.

But did that mean I wasn’t going to do this? Absolutely not. Maybe to some extent Nancy was right, I had allowed Dahlia to distract me. I did need to get my focus back on the task at hand, but I didn’t want to stop playing with her, see how far I could take things with her.

It’s all about balance, after all.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket and I grabbed it quickly, expecting to see Dahlia’s name printed across the screen. It took me by surprise to see Randy’s and I halted in the street, pausing in hesitation for just a moment before my thumb pressed on the green button and I spoke into the phone, “Yeah?”

“Mickey, hi. Um, I was wondering if we could talk? It’s about Dahlia.”

“What’s wrong with her?” I asked sharply, turning around to look back at the café.

“No, no, nothing! I just need to talk to you about her, can you meet me outside the library?” Randy spoke quickly, the clear backtrack of his previous words evident, and I let out a small sigh before agreeing to meet him.

It’s not that I hated Randy, as a matter of fact I didn’t really care much about any of them. I’m not a jealous person, I just can’t wrap my head around why Dahlia cares about him as much as she does and needs him as a part of her life so much.

Initially I thought he wanted to fuck her, who wouldn’t? Even before when she was practically a zombie, she was still one of the most beautiful and endearing things I’d ever seen, it was hard to imagine anyone not wanting her. But maybe I was wrong, maybe it really was entirely platonic. Either way, I already hated that she needed anyone else other than me in order to feel whole. I was the one who had fixed her, not fucking Meeks.

As soon as I was back on campus, I walked slowly toward the library, seeing Randy sat perched on the wall, his feet dangling as he sat and waited for me. His head was leaning against the brick as he stared dimly into space, jumping when he suddenly heard my voice, “Okay, Randy. What’s up?“

Randy turned himself around, so he was facing me, a nervous look evident on his face. I couldn’t help but feel a little amused by his anxiety. Was I that intimidating to him? I wasn’t even trying.

“Mickey, I, uh…” He kept trailing off, eyes dropping to his hands and back up to my face every so often, until I finally lost patience and asked him to, “Fucking spit it out.”

“Okay… Look, Dahlia is my best friend, she always has been. I know her better than anyone, and I know she really does care about you for some reason.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that broke across my face when he said that, you had to admire the balls on the kid.

“I promised her that I’d try and get along with you, even though I really don’t know what she sees in you.” I could visibly see the confidence he had in his own words, it was oddly kind of sweet, in a pathetic sort of way.

“I just want to ask you for one thing, please don’t fuck her over, Mickey. She’s been through enough, and I don’t want to see her fall apart again.”

My smile immediately fell, and I frowned at Randy, head tilting to the side as I asked, “You think I would?”

“No, I know you would. I’ve known you longer than she has, I saw how you are with girls. Dahlia is a sweetheart, but sometimes she’s really fucking oblivious to when someone has bad intentions.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I finally clicked onto what this talk was about, actually having to lean against the wall for support as I managed to get out the words, “Oh, for fuck's sake, Meeks. Is this that if you hurt her, you’ll have me to deal with speech? For God’s sake, man.”

Randy’s face flushed slightly, clearly not liking that this was my reaction to his pitiful attempt of intimidation.

“I’m serious, Mickey.”

“So am I. Come on, Randy. You really think I’m going to fuck her and dump her? I thought we were closer than that by now.”

It was Randy’s turn to scoff at me, and I thought for a second that I really had to do some more work on getting him to like me. Not for any other reason that to make him actually fucking trust me.

“I’m not going to hurt her.” I made sure my tone sounded as genuine as possible, watching as Randy jumped down from the wall and stood in front of me, about as intimidating as a fucking kitten.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Her voice made even me jump, fuck, she was stealthy. I turned around and looked at her, ignoring the slight flutter in my heart as she stopped next to me and I felt the warm, smooth skin of her arm brush against mine.

“Just… Doing what you wanted. Getting along.” Randy’s voice was practically dripping with sarcasm and I don’t know if she noticed and chose to ignore it, but Dahlia smiled so big I thought her face might split. I felt her hand slide into mine, squeezing it gently as if saying thank you before looking at Randy and asking, “Hey, Randy. Are you ready?” To which he nodded his head, eyes dragging away from me and settling on her, expression immediately smoothing out to an obvious affection.

“Ready for what?” I asked her, looking down at her curiously.

“We’re hanging out, it’s obviously been a while.” Randy said, his tone very obviously targeted. Dahlia shot him a look, and he smiled as if in apology.

“No, you’re right. It's been a while since the two of you have hung out, you should.” I told her, my free hand reaching to push a strand of her hair behind her ear before tilting her head up by her chin with my fingers. “I’ve got a lot I need to get done tonight anyway.”

Dahlia smiled at me, that fucking smile that made my stomach flutter and reached up on her toes to press her lips softly against mine, her scent automatically making me unconsciously melt into her.

She really did have some kind of weird hold on me. No matter how much I tried to suppress these feelings, they’d constantly bubble up to the surface. It was unfamiliar, but not necessarily unwelcome. I never thought I’d end up caring even slightly about her, certainly not surpassing my initial fascination with her built-up purely out of boredom and morbid curiosity. I tried to tell myself I was feeling this way because I wasn’t killing, I didn’t have anything to do. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn’t. But I knew I’d just enjoy whatever I was feeling until I inevitably grew bored with her.

“Can I come by your dorm after?” She asked once she pulled away, and I nodded immediately, eyes briefly flickering to Randy who was uninterested by the entire interaction, focused on his phone before I focused back on her.

“Of course, I’ll be waiting.” I confirmed, letting go of her hand in favour of cupping her face, pulling her back to me, so I could kiss her again. It was like I physically couldn’t stop myself from touching her, it was an unconscious reflex.

I felt her breath hitch, felt her heartbeat drumming against my own chest as her fingers gripped my shirt tightly. If I could have, I would have fucked her there and then, in front of Randy, in front of half the student body. I wanted to. To prove that she was mine, whether she was just my plaything or not. But I didn’t, regardless of the fact that I wanted to, I wanted to wait. Instead, I let her go, watching as she and Randy began to walk away toward the exit of the campus.

As I watched Dahlia walk away, her head falling back and hearing her laugh loudly at something Randy had said, playfully pushing at his shoulder, my mind raced back to how I felt about her. I’d dated girls before. A lot. I knew I had a reputation, it never bothered me, and it still didn’t. But serious relationships? I’d only been in one before. Lexi.

Lexi was a girl I’d dated back in my hometown during my final year of high school. She was the opposite of Dahlia, Latina with thick black hair and a confidence that was almost overwhelming, but beautiful. Not as beautiful as Dahlia, but stunning all the same. We’d ended things on bad terms after a particularly awful argument after sex. I did and said some things that any ordinary person would see as just awful, to me, it was pretty regular and mundane. She’d told me, all dramatic, that she’d make sure no girl ever went through what I’d put her through. I hadn’t thought about Lexi in a while, but for some reason, the fight we’d had the last time I’d seen her kept poking and prodding around the corners of my mind.

I didn’t love Lexi. Thinking back, I don’t think I ever cared about her at all. As I watched Dahlia slowly disappear, my mind shifted back to her and I realized I’d never want to treat her the way I treated Lexi, but what if I simply couldn’t help myself? I didn’t care about anyone, why was this girl that was just supposed to be someone I could use to entertain myself having such an effect on me?

Once they were out of sight, I shook my head out, sinking against the steps of the library and resting my head against the cool brick.

I thought about what Nancy had said about Dahlia distracting me. I really didn’t want to be off my game. Would the bitch really turn me in? I didn’t want to be caught until I was damn good and ready, but even now I couldn’t help the one nagging thought that repeatedly began swirling through my mind.

When I went through with this, after they were all dead, if I didn’t end up going through with killing Dahlia, would she ever forgive me?

#poor mickey #all conflicted #I’m so excited to carry this on #make him KNOW how he feels #crazy babe #hope you enjoy!#scream #mickey altieri #dahlia levine #mickey altieri x dahlia levine #his perfect victim #scream 2

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vilf-lover · 11 months

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WRITE IT WRITE IT WRITE IT‼️‼️‼️ (the thing ab ash seeing sam and darlin basically fukcing in tje club)

love this unprompted request i definitely wasn’t waiting to be asked to write

be generous im really fucking tired

love you angel @daveys-angel01 <3

ash

darlin

12:46pm

darlin’s phone buzzed underneath on the bedside table, they ignored it because based on the buzz pattern, it was ash.

they were grateful he texted the most out of the pack; which meant that they could ignore him.

they could ignore him…until their phone was damn near buzzing off the table.

*5 new messages from Ketchum🌈⚡️*

Heyyyy

Darlin’

Plz answer mee

I know you have your phone

And I know you didn’t have plans today

they caved.

Yes, Asher Talbot, what could you possibly want this early

early? that means you must have had a nice night. i knew it!

a cackle ensued after he had practically yelled at his phone

What the fuck are you on about?

Milo and I were talking

David said he wasn’t because he didn’t want to “infringe upon the privacy” of you

blah blah blah

he’s so boring

asher could not

1. talk about one subject without going on tangents with unnecessary details

2. just send one long text like a normal person

Anyway, when you left the club

I said it was because you were getting freeeekayyy 😼😼

ash and his mate were the only ones who understood his texting humor…or any of his humor really

Milo said you weren’t, it was just to get space. It’s obvious who’s your best friend, the one who knows you the best (pssst it’s me)

Can you tell me there was a reason for texting me other than this delightful conversation in which you tell me how you’re betting over what my mate and i are doing

Ohhh yeah

wanna come over? maybe even play minecraft

We both know i don’t play minecraft.

well can you still come over? pretty pleeeeeasee

babe had to go back to work and i’m bored

😪😢😩😞😭

Oh my god. fine

they pulled up to his house

after playing for a good hour, the club was brought up

I miss going partying, college used to be so fun, plus i forgot how great of a dancer you are

Oh please. I mean, I wasn’t allowed to go out when i was with Quinn so this was a dramatic shift.

Even Sam got into it! I thought he wasn’t a dancer. “I don’t feel like stumbling all over like a hog straight out of the muck” or whatever he said when we were walking in

he did the godawful southern (if you could even call it that) accent that he just loved showing off

Darlin slapped him while they both chuckled

I personally think he was focused on a different kind of dancing but that’s just m-

ASHER.

HEY LOOK! i’m just saying if you don’t want me to bring up how you were basically fucking on the dance floor until you “inconspicuously” leave…maybe don’t do it i don’t knowww

the text to david “we’re leaving, nothings wrong” is a bit vague but come on

why are you reading the texts he receives?

he asked me to read it while he danced, or maybe i was looking over his shoulder wondering if i could get an answer because i saw you two walking out- the world may never know

a few more whacks were laid upon asher’s arm

i’ll give it to you, you save a lot of horses considering you ride that cowboy all the time, starting to think it’s just becoming a tradition between the three of us, you practically jumping on sam while i’m an unknowing bystander except this time it was the rest of the club too

and thank you

it’s not good, but it’s alright and i’ll probably make something else once i’m not tired

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #kenza loves kowboys #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted asher #kenza’s kreations

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cobiehaven · 1 year

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Hunted — Hwang Hyunjin

SYNOPSIS; you don’t know what you did to get on someone’s bad side so much to have them hire someone to kill you but with your record, you weren’t about to let some tall man, dressed in all black, overpower you.

PAIRING; hitman!hyunjin x boxer!reader, ft. boxer!changbin.

GENRE; drama, angst, slightly funny.

WORD COUNT; 3.2k

TAGS/WARNINGS; hitman au, assassin au, boxer au, slightly violent scene, strong language, lowkey not really a suggestive scene, hyunjin lowkey is crushing on reader, frequent death storyline mentioned, no established ending.

AUTHORS NOTE; i know a hitman and assassin are two different things but we can pretend that it’s the same in this context 🫶.

you don’t know what you did to get on someone’s bad side like this but you sure as hell thought you didn’t deserve to be targeted like this.

three weeks ago, your life started going down hill when your family went off on a business trip to the states. you stayed behind because you had a lot of financial businesses to catch up with and you wouldn’t be able to make up for those outside of your hometown. fully expecting your parents to return back home safely, you were greeted with the police knocking on your door in the middle of the night to let you know that your parents had been deemed missing and presumed dead after two weeks. although you weren’t there for your parents disappearance, you just knew your parents wouldn’t kill themselves and leave everything up to you. you were an only child and your parents were always happy and loyal people, they would never think of doing something like that or leave you with nothing but grocery money!

especially without leaving a note!

besides, it was a common thought for old people to assume that suicide was a selfish way to go. your parents definitely fell under that category.

in your head, it didn’t make any logical sense as to why your own flesh and blood would take their lives without leaving behind a note.

you sighed as you knew that you wouldn’t get your answers just by moping around and hoping something was going to start piecing together. you needed more evidence. and that’s was what you were going to get!… just as soon as you got the money to afford a plane ticket to the states. for now, you were just digging around in all of your parents records or what they had that could lead to people who might have disliked or known of someone who disliked your parents enough to drive themselves to murder.

so far, all of the people and places you have visited hasn’t been in your best of luck.

you sighed and closed up the big cardboard box on the floor, lifting it into your arms and shoving it back on the top shelf of your parents closet. as you wiped the sweat from your forehead, your attention was brought to the buzzing noise coming from the bedside table. you smiled when you saw your best friends name pop up on the screen, wasting no time to answer it. “hey binnie,” you nicknamed him. “what’s up?” you could hear slight rustling on the other side of the phone, you left him on speaker as you finished up gathering the mess you had made while researching. “just wanted to check in on you,” he said as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“bin, you know you don’t need to be my therapist and check up on me everyday every two hours, right?”

“i know but if i lost my parents i’d be pretty-“

“it’s fine. i’m not sad, i’m just…”

“depressed? anxious? mourning? slowly but surely going insane?”

“….”

“are you done?”

“most definitely.”

the both of you shared a small laugh together before you could hear your phone going off again, the familiar facetime ringing boosting a good kind of happiness in you. you reached for your phone, accepting the facetime and nearly jumping when changbin screamed at you through the phone. “what?!” you clutched your hands to your chest. “why do you look so exhausted?!” you blinked at him, he blinked back, you rolled your eyes, he pursed his lips. “i told you, i’ve been looking for stuff all night.” you did indeed tell him this when he called you at like 4 in the morning asking for yet another daily checkup. “i don’t know how you forgot, you literally called me again 10 minutes after i told you i was fine this morning,” you shrugged and dropped the papers back into the other box you had laid out. “i was bored that time! there’s a difference!” you just hummed in response.

“so we’re you only calling me to check up on me or did you call for something else?”

“i actually did call for something else.”

“i’m listening.”

“when are you moving out of the house?”

ah, this question. it was one that you were highly and desperately trying to avoid answering and conflicting with. the landlord has been after your ass the whole week since it was just the start of a new month. she couldn’t give you any more chances if you were going to drag out the payments like this. but the thing was… you had no other choice when you needed the money to spend on food.

“that is a great question,” you answered shortly after, trying to make it seem like you weren’t stressed out by it.

“hey! if you come by the gym, i think the coach was talking about setting up a bed for you upstairs since you won’t be having a place to stay soon.”

“binnie, you know i don’t take offers like that. tell him i said i’ll be fine and wouldn’t want to dirty his spare place just because i have a lot going on.”

“you know he won’t give up on asking.”

you sighed, just wanting this whole mess to come to a close. although, it was only you who was dragging this out. you didn’t tell anyone about your self-induced investigation except for changbin but somehow it seemed like a good people knew by now. you should have known that telling him would cause problems when you considered how loud he was.

“he’s only going to keep asking you if you keep skipping practice.”

“he’s going to keep asking me even if i come to practice.”

“i think you should just take the offer. i mean, what else do you plan to do? respectfully, i know you don’t have the money to afford a place.”

“i can afford a place!”

“i mean a safe place.”

you didn’t say anything as you both knew that if you didn’t take the coaches offer, then you would either be sleeping on the streets or be sleeping in a run down building with wanted criminals as your next door neighbors.

besides, changbin was fully aware of this strange feeling you’ve been getting whenever you were alone.

the feeling of someone watching you constantly.

it was best to play your cards safe for the time being.

“fine, i’ll talk to him about it tomorrow,” you sighed, glancing over to the outdated calendar of two years. you weren’t surprised that your parents still used it as they couldn’t afford wasting money on another nice looking calendar. every penny was worth saving for living and food.

you still had until the end of the week before you had to give the house up. which happened to be coming up much faster than you wanted it to.

you just hoped that everything would work out with no complications.

he didn’t say no. in fact, he offered to let you live there until you had all of your debts payed off and got to living comfortably in your own home. only… it was the coach that you had hoped not to ask and with no days left to plan accordingly, you were forced to ask the second in lead. according to changbin, the vise-coach was the brother of the head-coach. you didn’t believe it though, the two of them were nothing alike much less looked alike. maybe they were only half related? or maybe step siblings? either way, one of them definitely showed up to practices more than the other.

changbin kept making awkward jokes that the vise-coach had some kind of crush on you to let you stay for as long as you want but you played it off as there was no way that could be when you don’t even show up to practice half of the time.

“hwang hyunjin…” you read from the hung up posters on the walls dating from all the former coaches up till now. it was a picture of a man with long blonde hair and thick pink lips, his eyes were sharp and his build was long. you read that he was the vise-coach of this place, currently. although you weren’t sure how much that would last as the main coach often favored other people every 3 weeks. “well, at least now i actually know his full name.” you had failed to notice the fairly small posters of their faces on the back walls until now. the gym always had low lights so it was often hard to make out certain things when it came to just having a glance around. “y/n?” you heard a familiar voice call out to you. you whipped your head around, your eyes locking with the one that you weren’t sure if you were happy or scared to see. “coach!” you were startled when you took extra notice to his bare chest and shoulders flashing you, the white cloth draped over his damp bronze and another wrapped around his waist loosely, the small droppings of water falling from his edges to the floor below you both. although you saw half naked men all the time for being the only girl in this gym, it still was something you could never get used to when it was anything but shorts or sweats. at least it was the right coach this time… quickly, you cleared your throat.

“thank you for letting me stay,” you whispered, suddenly feeling shy for being such an intruder. “huh? what do you mean?”

there was a very long and rippling silence.

you shifted left and right to each foot. “oh, coach hwang didn’t tell you..?” you had no idea why the second in lead wouldn’t immediately bring up such a big issue to the head but for now you were just going to blame it on your sudden change of heart to stay. “tell me that you were staying?” you nodded. “at first i was going to offer to clean the entire gym but i felt that wouldn’t be enough payment for letting me stay in the overnight room,” you shifted awkwardly again when you saw him glance down at the loads of bags and boxes laying at your feet.

“oh, well, if you don’t have anywhere else to stay then i don’t mind you staying here but were you planning to make this a permanent stay?”

“until i grab the money to grab my own place, yes.”

“okay but y/n… just know that i already gave you a free pass to practice here without any cost.”

“yes sir, i am aware.”

“that was my gift to your parents, now this is my gift to you. i better not get any complaints from anyone.”

you nodded and bowed, waiting until he disappeared around the corner to go change into his clothes before lifting your head up again.

if it weren’t for your parents unexpected death, you probably would be one of the best fighters in the ring.

you wished things turned out that way instead of how they did. your life would be so much happier knowing that they’d be alive and well.

after a couple of nightly hours, you finally finished unpacking your things just to get settled for the night. the extra room was in the very back of the gym so you didn’t have to worry about being disturbed in the early mornings. besides, the gym often didn’t open until late afternoon so you got to sleep in as much as you wanted. that would be assuming your 10 jobs didn’t mind, anyways. you highly doubted they wouldn’t mind.

as you flared up your favorite comforter onto the bed, you were suddenly interrupted when your stomach growled loudly.

you glanced at the newly set up clock, “oh.. i forgot to eat dinner again.” you made your way over to your bag to flip out your wallet, frowning when you only had enough to buy maybe a couple of things at the convenience store. the rest would sadly have to be saved on covering debts. “ugh, whatever. you can never go wrong with food,” you sighed off and got yourself ready to go out in just sweats and a large t-shirt.

the walk wasn’t long, thankfully there was an alleyway that led to a shorter route to the store. you had never once found that alleyway unsettling as you had walked down it multiple times during the night and day but that all changed on your way back after picking up your dinner for the night. taking quiet footsteps down the dark aisle, you were startled when you heard rustling plastic coming from the dumpster, your head never darted around so fast. “hello..?” you looked around, hearing the rustling again. you prepared yourself for whatever person could be hiding from you. but you soon cringed at yourself when you saw a familiar ball of white fur lurk out from behind the trash, your nerves subsiding into a warming awe. “hi cutie,” you crouched down, your fingers spreading out to pet the stray cat that typically came to visit you at your place every night. “what are you doing all the way out here so far from home?” you asked as if the cat could speak back to you. “did you follow me?” you giggled, running your fingers through her soft fur before reaching into your bag and pulling out a small can of tuna that you were going to have with your rice for dinner. “i know its not what you usually have but i promise ill get you your favorite next time,” you popped the can open and laid it on the ground, a smile spreading across your face when she started to take chunks of it.

you had been feeding this cat for a while. you could say that the two of you had been together for a long while although you never thought of a good name to give her despite being with her since she was born. right now, she was still technically a kitten. you were surprised she had survived this long with her glistening white fur. you were always paranoid she would be handled to the predators.

reaching your hands out, you continued to pet her as she ate, not brushing too hard as you didn’t want to disturb her. yet you couldn’t stake the sudden feeling in your gut that someone was watching you, again.

it didn’t take you long to say your goodbyes to your kitten before making your way back to the gym, definitely keeping an eye on your surroundings.

you don’t know why but for some reason whoever this person was that was spying on you, they hadn’t made their first move yet. it has been 3 days that you’ve been getting this feeling. and it was really starting to piss you off.

thankfully, when they did, you were ready for it.

when you turned the corner to leave the alley, you quickly rerouted and gave your best hit to the man following closely behind you.

making sure that you had stayed close to the wall so he wouldn’t see your upcoming attack when turning the corner after you.

he stumbled with a loud groan, his hands shooting to his masked face in pain. you were lucky to have studied how to throw hands for so long otherwise this would have been a tough fight. bringing the stranger down with ease, you quickly disarmed him and tore the mask off. you were surprised to see the face behind the darkened clothes. “coach hwang…?” you were completely flabbergasted. “yeah…” you took a step back from his bruised form. “but i don’t understand… were you the one spying on me?” you breathed out, your hands suddenly glossing with sweat. “can we not talk about this here?” he muttered, staying put on the ground as a way to show that he wasn’t going to take off.

you squinted your eyes at him, his adam’s apple bobbing.

“fine but i swear if you try anything.”

he put his hands up in defeat.

“i don’t get it, why didn’t you fight back?” you questioned him, taking the extra precautions to tie him up to one of the corner pads. “and why were you even watching me? if you were going to kill me then why not do so days ago? also why did you allow me to stay here when you already knew of my locations? i don’t understand!” you pressured. “explain.”

hyunjin sweat nervously, if it weren’t for the binding against his wrists, he probably would have been curling himself into a protective ball. maybe even running at this point.

undoubtedly, he was scared of you. but not just because you punched him a couple of times.

“i didn’t want to kill you,” he said. “why?” you questioned back.

“i didn’t think you were worth killing.”

“then why go after me in the first place?”

“i was hired to do so.”

“by who? for what reason? why didn’t you think i was worth killing?”

“your such a kind person. strong, determined, loyal, loving. why does someone like you have to die?”

“you’re a personal killer, aren’t you? why do you care about things like that?” you narrowed your eyes at him, he looked down in shame.

“i do with just you.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“sure it is.”

you weren’t buying it. you refused to believe he didn’t just shoot you when he had the chance just because changbin was right and he actually did have a crush on you.

he didn’t say anything for a while, he didn’t even move much until he realized that you were still waiting for an answer out of him. “the person who hired me to kill you is not a good person. it’s hard for me to kill people i know even though this is the secret life that i have. i don’t do it often but when i do, i get serious. only, it’s hard to do it to people i know who don’t deserve such harm,” he said in a loud enough tone for you to hear clearly. “then why don’t you just reject the offer?” you asked.

“that’s what i’ve been trying to do with your case but like i said, the person who is hiring me is not a good person.”

“can’t i help you then?”

“what could you possibly help me with? you don’t have the money or have any idea who it is that is trying to target you.”

“i have you.”

it was silent for a few moments, his head slowly lifting up to glance into your shrugged expression.

“if it gets me to stop being hunted by some random person and could possibly lead to some clues on my parents, then i’ll do anything it takes to find this person and get my answers.”

this was the kind of determination that hyunjin loved to see in you, ever since day one.

“now,” you walked towards him, your hand coming within centimeters from brushing him up against the pads. “tell me where i can find this person or i’ll make sure you get a good beating tonight.”

#cobiehaven #stray kids #skz #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #skz hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #skz bang chan #skz chan #skz minho #skz lee know #skz changbin #skz han #skz jisung #skz felix #skz seungmin #skz jeongin #skz i.n

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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INTERIM: Nijitarai - Love is Hard for an Otaku.

Context: I didn’t exactly have a plan to slot this chapter into this arc of the story anywhere, but I realized I did promise to do something with the subplot with Iroha and Ryota. There wasn’t anywhere in this arc that I could include them though, and they’re not even remotely central characters. Hence, today I’m gonna bring you a bonus chapter, just so you can see what’s going on with those two.

[London, 01:09]

...

*After working the previous nights shift at Club La Vitesse, Iroha returns home, gets undressed and goes to bed in her temporary apartment.

*buzz*

H-Heegh...

*buzz*

*Her sleep is disturbed when she suddenly feels her phone buzz next to her. Drooling, she rubs her eyes and looks at the glowing screen.

Huh...?

*The name on the screen reads “Mitarai, Ryota.”

RYOAAOUUGHTAAGGH!!!??

*Iroha shoots awake in an instant, falling out of her bed and collapsing to the floor. Luckily, despite her abnormally loud exclamation, Syobai continues to sleep like a rock in the room next to her.

Uuuh...

(Answer you twit! You can’t just leave him hanging!)

*She reluctantly answers her phone.

H-Hell...o...?

Hello Iroha-chan. Is...now a good time?

U-Uh...sure...what’s up?

Nothing...just...I wanted to hear your voice.

M-My voice!? What do you mean!? A-Are you drunk!?

W-Well...this IS something I should be saying over a drink, but...if I did, it’d be pretty rude of me.

Actually...you know what, screw it...! Iroha-chan...

Can I come and see you?

...!?

C-Come...Come and SEE me!? A-At THIS hour!? All of a sudden!?

N-No, no, it’s ok, we can just talk tomorrow. It’d be a hassle for you to come all this way anyway.

Ah...about that...I’m actually outside your room right now.

*SPLUTTER!* *GAG!*

WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!?

I promise, this won’t take long...This really isn’t something I should be saying over the phone.

Please, just give me 10 minutes.

Um...

*Iroha frantically looks around the room, spotting herself in the mirror.

(Iroha Nijiue’s Top 3 reasons why she is LOSING IT RIGHT NOW! Number 3 - Already took off makeup and looks like a mess!)

(Number 2! Already in home mode and in her pajamas and looks like a complete slob!)

(Number 1! She’s flustered, rash, and is ABSOLUTELY gonna say something she regrets!)

!!??

*She suddenly spots the lamp on her bedside table on the floor in pieces after she accidently knocked it over.

(Honorable mention: Destroyed items from shock of him calling so suddenly and now she’s panicking about that!)

Ryota: Iroha?

...

*inhale...*

*SMACK!*

*Iroha takes both her hands and smacks both sides of her face. She immediately starts rummaging through her drawers and wardrobes at a quickening pace.

Just give me 10 minutes! N-No, give me HALF AN HOUR!

T-Take as much time as you need.

[Almost an hour later...]

Hooo...

*Ryota continues to stand in the freezing cold, rubbing his hands together and blowing warm air onto them.

*click*

Huh!?

...

*The door to the room opens and Iroha steps out. She is wearing a bunch of clothes that she threw together quickly, being mismatched and a little underdressed for the cold. She also didn’t have the time or ethic to reapply her makeup.

Sorry I made you...wait so long...

...It’s ok...

We should uh...find somewhere to talk...

Yeah, I don’t want to risk waking Syobai up. Somehow, he stayed sleeping while I was screaming and getting ready.

Screaming?

Uh...

N-Never mind...where do you want to go?

...

Ryota-kun...wouldn’t a café have been better than a kids play-park?

*Sure enough, Ryota and Iroha sit together on a pair of swings in a playground.

I know, I’m sorry...but really I just wanted to find a place where we could talk alone...It won’t take long anyway...

Sure...Not suggesting anything at all, huh?

Hey, I’m here too you know?

You sure are. And why are you? What is it you want?

(WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A DICK TO HIM!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOOOOUUUU!!??)

*Ahem...* Well...the reason I came here today is because...

I...

...

I...brought you something!

Huh?

*Ryota suddenly hands Iroha a bag. She opens it and finds a compact volume of Manga inside.

No way...! Is this the latest volume of “A Gofter turned out to be Super Strong!”!?

Sure is.

This manga isn’t commercially available here in London to my knowledge, and I know you would probably be sad if you missed the latest chapters...

So I brought an extra copy! I was looking for an opportunity to give it to you but...you’re usually pretty busy with work in the evening.

This is awesome! Thanks Ryota! Th-Thank you so much!

Aha! D-Don’t worry about it It’s nothing!

Ahahahahaha! Hahahaha! hahahaha! Hahaha...

Haaaah...

*They start laughing together, but it takes no longer than 6 seconds for the awkward mood to return.

Well...you were right...that did take a lot less time than I thought...

I’ll uh...head back now...

W-Wait! Don’t go!

EH!?

*Ryota grabs Iroha by the coat and holds her back.

Wh-What?

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhh...

Whyyyy don’t we...play on the swings a little more!? We did just get here!

Huh...!?

Here we go! Having fun! So much fun! This is fun! WOOHOO!

Ryota, stop, I’m gonna be sick!

*Ryota sits Iroha back down on the swings and starts repeatedly pushing her back and forth.

...

(Calm down Mitarai...! I know this is tough for both you and her, but tell her what it is you wanted to say. Deep breaths...)

...I’m sorry Iroha-chan.

It’s fine...My vertigo is worse than I thought though...

No, not about that...Though I am sorry for that as well.

Huh?

I...wanted to apologize...about what happened back in Japan...

Chances are you already forgot about it, but...just in case you didn’t, I just wanted to say it’s ok to.

...

It was my fault anyway. I just...figured I wanted to say goodbye that way...

I’m not quite sure why I felt this way, but...maybe I just thought it would be better to say it then than never have a chance to...

...

*Iroha stands up and faces him.

What the crap are you talking about? How am I supposed to do that...!?

H-Huh?

I can’t do it Ryota! You KISSED me! I’ve NEVER been kissed before, much less on the lips! Not even my own parents kissed me!

I’ve always been easily led on, and I fall in love too easily...Especially with people who don’t like me the same way back.

I don’t know what you were hoping to achieve or imply when you did that, but I CAN’T forget about it! So what the hell am I supposed to do!?

...!

*Ryota stars back at Iroha, his face stunned and glowing red.

I know it sounds ridiculous. I have no knowledge or experience in romance or flirting, and yet I have a job as a prostitute...

Uh...I’d argue a hostess is a bit different from a prostitute...

It’s a bit more expensive, but that’s about it, isn’t it?

I’m pretty sure Yoruko Kabuya wouldn’t be happy to hear you say that.

It’s not like Mr Ouma lets you sleep around with people. You said yourself you had no experience in romantic or sexual relations.

Good...point...

Guess that means I’m pretty bad at my job, huh?

Iroha...

...!?

*Ryota suddenly puts both his hands on her shoulders and pulls her close.

I...I don’t quite no how to feel now that you’ve told me all of that...

To be honest...I was actually trying to muster up the strength to tell you to forget about me kissing you...

Because it was making me sad.

Sad?

It was dumb...and I know I shouldn’t have done it without your consent, but...

I don’t regret it. And I won’t forget it either.

That’s...unnaturally confident of you.

If you don’t regret it, why did you want to apologize in the first place?

I’m scared.

Of what? Losing me?

Losing US.

...?

Losing what we already have.

Future Foundation is a dangerous business. Every time I go out into the field to assist, my life is in danger.

You and I are similar in so many ways Iroha. Not only do we share interests, and not only are we both kinda recluse...but we both feel guilt for what we’ve done in the past, and how our actions and the deaths of those we care about still haunt us.

A lot of people I know definitely have their own trauma, but...you’re one in a million. I think you’re the only person who can really understand my own troubles.

But that’s far too selfish of me. I want to keep being your friend, but it hurts me knowing it’s for a reason like that.

I don’t want to keep using you as an emotional crutch, but...I don’t want to lose you either.

...

That’s how I honestly feel. If you hate me for it, I don’t blame you.

You dumbass...!

Eh!?

*Iroha grabs Ryota’s collar and starts shaking him.

The only thing that’s making me angry is the HYPOCRISY of your words! You’re scared of taking any more steps forward, but YOU crossed the line first!

I-Iroha-!

You have given me so much happiness! You gave me my favorite manga! You talk about things I like with me! You made me realize that I’m not alone in the world outside the High Roller! And you think you’re the BAD GUY!?

Iroha-chan, wait-!

I! AM! IN! LOVE WITH YOU!

!!!??

And I’m not saying that because you’re my first kiss. Ever since we had that talk about our pasts way back when, I started to develop feelings. I never told you because I’ve already had enough of heartbreak...

Guess you know now though...I...oh crap...I just told you I love you...Oooooh Goood...

...!

...

Look...It doesn’t give you a good reputation if people find out you’re going out with a hostess...so if you turn me down, I won’t blame you.

But I love you Ryota. And I want to be YOUR girl. And YOUR girl alone!

...Is that ok?

...

Yes...! Please...! I want to be with you too...

...!

*Iroha leaps into his arms.

...

Uuuh...Are you two ok?

Did something happen?

*Despite finally getting their feelings off their chests, the awkward mood between the two skyrocketed instead of dissipating.

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 3 #dr3 #danganronpa 2 #dr2 #danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #ryota mitarai #iroha nijiue #ultimate imposter #syobai hashimoto #the monster in me arc #nijitarai

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STAY | 08

After the thunderstorm and the blackout that came with it, Namjoon finds himself in need of shelter. Since you and Jungkook can share a room, surely you two don’t mind taking him in while his flooded flat gets fixed, do you?

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Word count: 10k

Warnings: none.

# a bit of angst at the beginning, bed sharing, fake dating, KOOKIE GHOSTING FOR A WHILE lmao, forced proximity gone right, rummaging through OC’s memory box 😭😭 intense bonding, Joonie gets the spotlight for a sec!, THE ROOFTOP SCENE,,,,,, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, I’m honestly devastated bye.

A/N: you know, when I said I cried writing this, I meant it in the GOOD WAY.

“Good mor—”

He walks past you so fast you can’t even finish your sentence.

Again, Jungkook is avoiding you; earbuds on, eating his breakfast as he stands in the middle of the kitchen, scrolling down whatever social media app he’s checking – he’s pretty good at finding excuses not to look you in the face.

“I said” – you pat on his shoulder, making him jump – “good morning! What is wrong with you? You’ve been acting weird as hell since yesterday.”

Jungkook’s face turns red as he turns around and looks at you. “Uh, hm, yeah, g-good morning… I’m leaving already, I’m late for— for my Photography lecture. You can’t ride— I mean, I-I can’t give you a ride today.” Shit, Jeon Jungkook, could you stop being a pathetic horndog for a dear second? “Sorry.”

“What?” you groan, crossing your arms. He’s been acting so-fucking-weird lately. “We had a deal—! Okay, what is it? Just tell me what did I do to make you mad and I guess I’ll apologise.”

“You, uh— you didn’t do the dishes.”

“That’s it?” Your patience is running low today, and this conversation is draining it completely. “It wasn’t my turn! But, ugh, okay, let’s say it was. I’m sorry, I’ll do them as soon as I come back from school. Deal?”

“N-no!” he lets out.

“What now!”

“You have to take— take responsibility and do them now,” Jungkook insists.

Shit, not even he can believe his own bullshit. You stare at him in silence, the seconds creeping up his spine and pooling in a puddle of pure terror as you don’t utter a word. Instead, you turn away with a sigh so that he knows you’re not buying it but whatever— it’s too early in the morning to have a fight with an idiot like him.

“Sure, I’ll just call Ari. See you later,” you mutter, not bothering to look at him.

You see him walk out from the corner of your eye and take out your phone. Ari is most likely still asleep, but you hope she’ll answer in time once she wakes up.

[Monday, 08:03 AM] You: Bruh, Jungkook ditched me for a lecture 😭😭😭

[Monday, 08:03 AM] You: Can you give me a ride later?

While you’re waiting for her to reply, you finish your coffee in your room and mess around with your phone for a while. It’s not like you don’t have two more hours to spare before you have to start getting ready for the day.

Finally – after you’ve done the laundry, shaved your legs for purely entertainment purposes, and done your nails and toes – your phone buzzes on the bedside table:

“Hiiii,” you chirp.

“Girl, what are you doing, waking up so damn early? You’re turning into an old man.”

You let out a sigh at Ari’s words. “Like I’m doing it on purpose – but I’ve been sleeping like shit lately,” you whine then. “It just takes me hours to fall asleep.”

“Any reason why?”

This could be the perfect moment to open up to her. Even if you won’t tell her everything – since you’re still fucking pissed off about the bet – you can still confide in your best friend and ask for some good, old advice from the self-proclaimed biggest love guru on campus.

“Jungkook’s been acting really weird since yesterday,” you groan.

“Weird?” she repeats. “What do you mean, ‘weird’? Like, ‘I-might-be-a-secret-agent’ kind of weird or, like… the ‘I’m having some issues with you but I just won’t talk about it’ type?”

“Uh… I think it’s more like the second type? What the fuck. I just don’t know what’s wrong with him! He’s just, like, avoiding me all the time. He gets nervous when I’m around and storms off at the first chance—!” Ari’s soft giggle catches your attention, and you cut off your anxious rambling. “What’s so funny about it, if I may know?”

“Uh, nothing! Well— what makes you think Jungkook was ‘storming off’? Maybe he was just in a rush all those times.” Her voice comes out a bit too charming, but you decide to just ignore your gut feeling and keep listening. “You should stop always expecting the worst.”

You look down to check your nails and ignore her. “Whatever… So, what should I do? And don’t tell me to just talk things out with him because, surprise, I’ve already tried that one out.”

“And you failed?”

“Miserably.”

“But what exactly did he say?” Ari asks again, and this time she sounds really interested.

Then you tell her everything that happened this morning, from the nervous babbling to the stupid excuse of the dishes. She listens carefully and doesn’t cut you off until you’ve finished. You’re circling around the living room while you speak until you end up in the kitchen.

“That is very weird, yeah…” she murmurs, and you get even more upset. That’s exactly what you’ve been saying! “I mean, I was talking to Jimin before I saw your texts and, hm, he told me that he saw Jungkook hanging out on his own. Like, he was just sitting down on the quad, playing with his phone. I mean, it didn’t look like he was in class or going anywhere, to begin with.”

You lean back on the fridge and roll your eyes; it’s not like Ari will get an idea of what could actually be going on since she still thinks the two of you are dating, but it’s good to see you’re not going crazy.

So, Jungkook did lie to you. And there must be a reason why.

Like, well, you have to admit things got a bit weird between the two of you after the blackout, but it all seemed to turn out well? You’ve even got comfortable enough to joke with him since then, even if Jungkook does infuriate you from time to time.

Maybe that’s the problem; maybe you freaked him out acting so friendly out of the blue. So, as a wave of embarrassment takes over you, you decide that you will retreat in shame from the friendship line you cast at him so that things will get back to normal. Really, what were you thinking about? It’s not like the two of you would be friends now. Jungkook is still Jungkook, and you’re still you. You hate each other and will never get along.

You’re ashamed of yourself now – the laugh he probably had at your expense echoes in your head.

“Jesus Christ, girl, I don’t know. I really think you should talk it out with Jungkook. Insist if he’s reluctant” – Ari’s voice snaps you out of your own sorrows – “because I know you’re just going to obsess over it if you don’t. My final advice is that you should let him know that, even if he doesn’t want to tell you what’s putting him on the edge, you’re worried it’s you.”

“I might try it one more time for real.”

“That’s my girl!” she chirps. “By the way, I’m picking you up in an hour! Don’t keep me waiting.”

You thank her and put your phone away to hang up, and then you turn around to get ready for the day. “What the—”

Your eyes fix on the sink – there are no dirty dishes on sight.

Jungkook refreshes his Instagram feed for the third time in about a minute just to see no one has posted anything new. He’s so hungry for any sort of entertainment, patience is a virtue he doesn’t possess. Or maybe he’s just run out of it after spending half an hour already frolicking around the quad.

He’s bored to death, though.

But what can he do? It’s imperative that he avoids being left alone with you, especially in a car – his mind always ends up recalling things he absolutely doesn’t want to recall.

There’s still another forty minutes left for his actually first class in the day, so he better find something to do. Maybe he could get a coffee?

No, what if he runs into you there? It would be a disaster.

Okay, now it’s time for him to excuse himself; Jungkook doesn’t do well with either the dark of having a crush on someone. Being in front of the person he likes turns him into the stupidest, most ridiculous creature ever; he babbles, he stumbles upon himself, he gets clumsy, and all other sorts of things that just straight-up reduce any credibility in his character. And if there’s anyone in the world he doesn’t want to see him like that, it’s absolutely you.

Besides, the less he sees you, and the less time he spends with you, the quicker he will get over this silly infatuation. It’s never going to work, clearly, you will never like him back, so he might as well just do his best to forget about it—

“Jungkookie!”

Jungkook looks up from his phone with a jump just to see Hoseok coming his way.

“Good morning,” Hobi continues, sitting next to him. “What are you doing here all alone? I saw you earlier when I was with Jiminie on my way to class, but I thought you’d be gone by the time we came out.”

Wow, is it really that late? You’ll probably be here any minute. He’d better pack and go to class.

“I, uh— I mixed up my classes and I came early,” Jungkook murmurs. “Is Jimin-hyung with you?” He’ll totally snitch to Ari, and Ari will obviously tell you he lied. “I’d better head to class too, I don’t wanna be late�� Hm, see you later? We could go out for a drink tonight or something, you know, just the guys.”

Hobi frowns, a bit weirded out. “Everything good?”

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t it be?” Jungkook blurts out, getting up and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I just wanna spend some time with you.”

“Sure… Ah, by the way, before I forget—! I need to ask you a favour. To both you and Y/N, actually.” Jungkook sits back to listen. “You can always say no, of course. But, remember the horrible thunderstorm from a few days ago?”

“Uh, yeah, I do?” As if Jungkook could ever forget about it.

“Okay, so Namjoon’s flat got flooded because of it. His landlord said it’ll take at least a couple of days to fix it,” Hobi continues, eyeing him in search of any reaction, “so he really needs a place to stay until they’re done. So, I thought, Y/N’s place has two rooms, and I figured you’re sleeping together, so could he rent your spare room until then? Please! He’ll never admit it, but he’s desperate, and everyone else either doesn’t have room or lives in the dorms.”

Jungkook looks around to clear his mind and give it an actual, genuine thought; he’ll have to discuss it with you, obviously, but that would mean that he’d have to talk to you, face you, which, right now, is the last thing in the world he feels like doing.

“I— I’d have to talk about it with her first,” he murmurs in response.

And he’d better use his phone to do that instead of his mouth – because seeing you isn’t really in his plans.

[Monday, 10:02 AM] You: Noona.

[Monday, 10:02 AM] You: I was just talking to Hobi-hyung, and he said Namjoon-hyung needs a place to stay over for a couple of days since his flat got flooded.

[Monday, 10:03 AM] You: What do you think? Should we take him in?

Please, say no. Please, say no. Please, say no. Jungkook really doesn’t need to see you pretending to be his loving girlfriend even at home.

[Monday, 10:04 AM] Noona💕: Hm, sure, I think we could do something about it.

A wave of cringe takes over him when he looks down at the screen of his phone; when in the dear times of the Lord did he decide that changing your contact’s name to that cheesy thing was not only funny but even a good idea? Jesus Christ, now he can’t change it back to normal. People would suspect. Do you think it’s weird? He knows you saved his as ‘baby Koo’, which is kind of patronising, but it’s also pretty cute, and he likes it—

“So, did she reply?”

[Monday, 10:06 AM] Noona💕: Where are you?

[Monday, 10:07 AM] Noona💕: I’d like to talk to you about something.

Jungkook lets out a sigh and starts typing. “Uh, yeah, give me a sec— she just answered me.”

[Monday, 10:09 AM] You: I have class at ten-thirty.

But his excuses are to no avail because you show up just a couple of metres away out of the blue, waving your hand with a smile that he just knows is fake.

“Hey, I just read your texts,” you say a bit out of breath – did you run here? “Uh, about Namjoon, I don’t see a problem, but we’re gonna be a bit cramped in there. If he really doesn’t mind that— of course I won’t let him sleep out in the cold.”

As you spoke, your hand has moved from your pocket to his waist. The contact is pretty light, Jungkook would barely feel it if it weren’t because he’s been on edge since the very second he woke up. Of course, you’re just trying to look natural around him – and pay up for his sudden awkwardness which even Hoseok has begun to notice – but still, now it’s almost cruel to expect things to be the way they used to.

His friend smiles, nonetheless. “I’m sure he won’t mind. Just make sure you invite him to stay.”

“Copy!” The two of you then watch him leave before you turn to Jungkook with your arms crossed. “All right, now that we’re alone—” But then you remember Ari’s word, and you let out a soft sigh. “Look, whatever is going on, if it’s got something to do with me, I hope you’ll tell me so we can fix it.”

Of course not! And yes, it does! Both! But Jungkook can’t really utter a word as he stares at you in the thickest silence that has ever been witnessed, he’s too engrossed in your features – oh, shit, great, now he loves to look at your face.

“If it doesn’t, well…” you continue, fidgeting. “I’ll be here if you need anything, all right? I know we’re not best buddies, but, uh— basically that; I’ve got your back.”

Jungkook silence continues, making you get even more anxious. His eyes are fixed in yours as if they were waiting for the part where you say it’s all a joke and tell him to fuck off.

But that part never comes.

“Why?”

“Because I know,” you say then with a defeated smile, “that’s the only way we will ever survive this.”

You watch him take a sit back on the grass and hug his knees. For a second you even think he’ll decide to be honest with you, but then he just buries his face between his hands and lets out a groan that’s so desperate even your heart shrinks.

“I can’t tell you, but… thanks. And, uh, it’s not something you’ve done.” If his dreams don’t count.

Shit, he’s said too much. You’ve got your way with ripping the truth off his tongue, for some reason. Jungkook turns his head to the side, hoping you’ll decide to ignore it.

You sit next to him. “I’m glad.”

The two of you stay sunk in a weird, awkward silence until Jungkook snaps out of whatever trance he’s shoved himself into and stands up in a jump, claiming he’s actually going to be late as hell. You’ll meet at home after class to proceed with ‘mission: declutter the house and make it look like we’re sharing a room’.

“I mean, it’s not like he’s gonna find anything weird, but it’s always good to clean up a bit,” you tell Ari as you take out your keys. “I’m just dreading the mental strain of putting up with two men in my house—”

“What’s that noise?”

You came out of class barely half an hour ago and went for coffee with Ari afterwards since you remembered Jungkook had swimming practice today until five.

“Is anybody home? Jungkook?” Only silence answers you as you walk in, and you close the door once she follows you. “Like, okay, I know—”

A shadow bursts out from the bedroom door. “Noona!”

What a sight to behold: Jungkook is shirtless – without a proper reason, you think, ignoring the fact that it’s almost summer and the cold wave is long gone – carrying a box full of random stuff from his room to the entrance when he sees you and freezes on the spot.

“What are you doing? Did you ditch practice?” you ask with a stern tone, crossing your arms.

“I, uh— maybe? But it was for a good reason! I just didn’t want you to bear with all the cleaning! Especially when it’s my room we have to clean.” And, just in case, to avoid having you see his room, which is probably one of those silly fears he’s always had since his teenage – to have a girl looking closely at the space he lives in. “So, don’t worry—”

Ari cuts him off. “Your room? I thought you’d be sleeping together by now. Or is it because you’ve been fighting lately?”

“We each like to have our own personal space,” you say, shrugging.

Your eyes move to Jungkook in a second, hoping he doesn’t think anything about what she just said; the last thing you want is for him to know he’s kind of messing up with your head right now. You need all the inner peace you can muster for these days to come.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” Ari says as she looks around the place. “When did you say Namjoon is moving in?”

“He said he’d be here by nine, I think.”

Ari says goodbye with a playful ‘good luck’ and walks out without hesitation, leaving you alone with him. You put your coffee on the kitchen counter before heading towards him to check what he’s done so far:

“Hm, now that I think about it, shouldn’t we decide first which room we’ll use?”

You’ve been thinking about it ever since Jungkook told you Namjoon accepted your offer; on the one hand, your wardrobe is bigger, which is a bonus if you’re going to share it with him, although you don’t think Namjoon will bother to take out his stuff and store it since he’ll be staying over for a couple of days. On the other hand, the Wi-Fi works better in Jungkook’s, and you know your living room will become a mess as soon as these two are living together.

But he’s already started cleaning it. You don’t really have the mental energy to fight with him, so you pray Jungkook won’t get too petty about it.

“I’d prefer it if we let Namjoon use my room instead,” you say as he puts down the box he was carrying. “I mean, your bed is bigger, and I don’t think we’ll have much trouble dividing the space. What do you think?”

You’re asking for his opinion, and it feels… nice.

“Yeah, sure, I don’t really mind,” Jungkook finally responds when you tilt your head.

You get on with the awful cleaning session you have ahead of you just to get over it as soon as possible. A firm ‘let’s get down to business’ mentality is a must in situations like this.

Jungkook understands why you rush to take care of your desk yourself and doesn’t fight your decision, he’d rather you do that too. No more bunny vibrators pestering his fantasies, thank you very much. He’s determined to be a flatmate as little weird and uncomfortable as possible, and his attraction towards you doesn’t have to ruin his efforts.

The point is not to completely bare your room and make it look as if no one has ever lived there, you just want Namjoon to have some room for his stuff and be comfortable in a clean place, and of course, you’d like to take some of your things to Jungkook’s room too. At least the basic stuff.

“What about this box?” he asks while you bend down to reach something you dropped under the bed. Your butt wiggles in his face, and Jungkook fights to look away.

“Yeah—?” You bump your head with the planks of the bedstead and let out a groan of pain, rushing to pat the back of your head to soothe the pain. “Shit, that hurt— sorry, what were you saying? Wasn’t listening.”

You crawl to him to take a better look at whatever he’s talking about. “The box?”

You frown, not really knowing what that is either. So, under Jungkook’s curious stare, you sit down next to him and open it just to find a bunch of albums and an indecent amount of pictures scattered in. Finally, you recognise yourself in at least most of them even though your hair looks different and you look a bit more childish; these are your high school pictures. Woah, you hadn’t seen those in a while.

“Yeah, see” – you turn it around and find ‘Y/N high school’ written on one of the sides – “these are from when I was a high schooler.”

“That wasn’t long ago, right?”

“Uh, three, four years ago, maybe?” you murmur, not quite sure. “I graduated… three years ago— ah! Look, I took this picture at prom.” You show it to him with a big grin, the picture where you appear with a crown and a satin ribbon that reads ‘prom queen’. “God, I’d forgotten about this… My neighbour got so mad that she didn’t win— my mom even nagged me for not stepping down for her.”

“I didn’t know you were prom queen,” Jungkook says quietly as he eyes you.

It does suit you, though – prom queen, popular, mean. Now he feels bad for saying all those things about you since he’s got to know you a bit better, but it doesn’t make you any less of that.

“You look happy.”

Did you—? You scoot closer so that your smiling face brings you back to those times; when life was a beautiful thing to be enjoyed and you didn’t need to understand your problems. The entire universe had been more than fair to you in that sense, and you still knew you could ask it for many more things.

“I had everything, you see,” you murmur, eyes fixed on the picture as your thumbs brush it, maybe trying to see if it was ever real; you can’t really recognise the girl in it anymore. “It felt as if the world belonged to me and I belonged with the world.”

Jungkook doesn’t dare to peel his eyes away. “What happened?”

“I woke up.”

You woke up and realised how silly your entire life had been until then. How every single person in your life was silly and shallow and didn’t care a bit about the rest of the world. How silly it was that the core of your life had been so stupidly pointless that now that you weren’t dating Seokjin – or any other jerk who’d catch your eye for that matter – you no longer knew what you were supposed to be.

Breaking up with Seokjin hadn’t been the problem itself. Maybe you had been developing some sort of sadness your entire life, something that made your chest feel empty but that you couldn’t exactly point out. That was just the last straw to realise how flimsy your entire reality was.

And it hurt even more that none of your friends could understand why you thought nothing made sense anymore. Had you really been so detached from the rest of the world until now?

How silly of you.

“I mean” – Jungkook’s voice snaps you out of your gloomy thoughts – “don’t we all? Isn’t that the point of growing up?”

You frown again. “What do you mean?”

“I just don’t understand— why would you expect yourself to be so mature and knowing and wise back when you were just a kid. I mean… even some straight-up adults I know are— are silly and don’t know a thing about the world.”

Your life literally lost all kinds of sense and meaning then. But what Jungkook is saying— he’s kinda right.

“I couldn’t go back to the way I used to be— firstly because I was even more of a bitch, and second… I don’t even think it’d be possible.” You were a girl who had never needed to develop empathy, so are you really to blame for that? “But I guess I can try and feel pity for my past self instead of constantly beating her up.”

“I know it’s hard, I myself am beating the Jungkook from yesterday all the time,” he says with a soft giggle.

But it’s worth it.

“You? Why?”

Jungkook just shrugs. “I, uh, was totally not like you. I used to enjoy being introverted and not getting along with the kids I’d think were ‘shallow and silly’, but at some point, I started envying you— I mean, kids like you,” he rushes to correct himself, making you chuckle. “I guess I envied that you weren’t lonely all the time.”

“It was lonely,” you reply. “Maybe not as much as you would’ve liked it to be,” you continue, nudging him with a knowing smile, “but I wasn’t actually friends with all of the people I knew. Maybe with three or four of them, at most.”

“Really?”

Jungkook looks pretty shocked, and you can’t help cracking up a laugh at his astonishment, hugging your knees and nodding. “I don’t think I had a real friend until I met Ari. I-I don’t think I had a friend that I could look in the face and feel… a real connection with— before her.”

“That’s sad.”

“Yeah,” you agree. You’re starting to like his bluntness; you don’t need to overthink, “it kinda is.”

Thanks to her, you started seeing people as they were: humans. With their feelings, with their fears, with their stories behind their backs. Before her, you thought other people were just like you, completely content with a world that was dying to serve you. How could they get mad or be sad if you weren’t able to process your own feelings? Did you even have them? Could you even feel at all something that wasn’t just pure anger?

But you did. You’d feel lonely, or confused, or how your stomach would churn when you saw a stray animal or someone suffering. I must be sick. So odd.

When you snap out of your thoughts, you realise you’ve been crying in silence for a while. Rushing to wipe your tears, you smile and push the box back into the wardrobe, trying to laugh it off:

“I’ll have to burn it someday; it’s just taking up space.”

Jungkook decides not to say anything and changes the topic, telling you he’ll vacuum as soon as you’re done. On your part, you get up and leave it to him so that you can get on with dinner; if you’re going to be hosts, you’re gonna be the greatest hosts ever.

It’s not like you’re the best cook out there, but you can manage to make a tasty and fairly healthy meal.

“Noona! I’m done!” You turn off the heat to let the food rest, wipe your hands, and head to the room. “What do you think? I think we’ll be comfortable this week.”

“Looks good to me,” you say.

And then you leave without a worry so that you can finish off dinner, not having realised that Jungkook expected you to throw at least a couple of words of praise at him. So, he just pouts and follows you back into the living room when the door rings.

“Hyung! Come in, let me take your bags.”

“Uh— thanks, Jungkookie. Thank you for taking me in, really. Is Y/N home?”

“I’ll be there in a sec!” you exclaim from the kitchen.

You hear Jungkook showing him around – even if both you and Namjoon know that he’s been to your place a lot of times before – and helping him take his stuff to his room. A smile appears on your lips, seeing Jungkook so excited, as if he’s welcoming a brother into the house or something. But you understand that he must have been missing some male company.

“Dinner is almost ready, but maybe you want to get comfortable first—? Just tell us if you need anything,” you say to Namjoon.

“Thank you, really— I know I’m kind of a nuisance here, but I’m really thankful you offered to take me in.” You shake your head, but he cuts you off, “I just want you to know that I’ll try to make it look like I’m not really here, all right? And let you have your privacy and all—”

“— hyung! I thought we would watch a movie tonight?”

Ah, Jungkook’s master move, his why-won’t-you-love-me doe eyes attack. Not even Namjoon, a stern and serious team captain, can resist it. And he obviously gives in to the younger’s wishes.

You have dinner quietly, talking about pointless stuff and leaving the household discussions for later. It almost makes your heart flip when Jungkook moans at how good your food tastes since you’ve never really cooked for him before, and Namjoon laughs, thinking it’s some kind of antic of his. After you’re done, they get up to clear the table, and Jungkook gets on to do the dishes while you pick up the remote to start searching for a movie.

By the time they’re back, the movie is chosen and waiting to be played.

Jungkook hesitates to sit next to you, but his friend has taken over the other couch, and it would be weird not to sit with you. So, he sits down quietly and eyes you with his hands buried between his thighs.

It’s still weird for him to be near you, but the fact that you noticed he was acting weird, and the fact that you asked him about it out of concern makes something tingle in the pit of his stomach.

Maybe you’re just the type of person who is only kind to the people around you. He’s got to meet a handful of them and, although it’s kind of unfair, it’s also easy to understand why someone who’s been hurt would do that. What a pity he’s not one of them.

Halfway through the movie, though, your head falls on his shoulder, startling him; you’re struggling to stay awake, and it makes him chuckle.

“Noona,” he whispers, “just go to bed if you’re tired.”

But you shake your head as you fight to keep your eyes open. “No… I wanna know how it ends… before Ari spoils it for me.”

Whatever you say, but you’re knocked out on the couch less than five minutes later, sandwiching Jungkook between your back and the backrest. Hesitantly, he decides to lie down too so that he won’t get a cramped neck the next morning, and the only place he can put his arm so that it doesn’t get numb is his over your waist.

A big explosion takes place and makes the TV tremble.

You groan a complaint about the noise and turn over, facing Jungkook. “S-she’s just tired – noona’s been, hm, working a lot lately,” he tells Namjoon with a blush when you bury your head in his chest.

Then he looks down at you just to see that you’re indeed asleep, breathing quietly against the fabric of his tee. Your grip around his waist is soft, he could easily get rid of it if he tried— but he kind of doesn’t want to. In his selfishness, Jungkook wants you to keep hugging him like this, as if you liked him, as if he were your actual boyfriend.

You looked sad today. Ever since the two of you rummaged through your high school memories box, you’ve been looking down and talking quietly.

Maybe you just need to recharge. And, if Jungkook can help you with that, he kinda wants to do that too. It came off as a surprise, that chat you two had this morning. He would’ve never thought you’d ever feel that way, and it makes sense now, in some way.

You’re starting to click, in a way, to make sense in his head, and it’s freaking him the fuck out.

You’ve never felt so human to him before.

You wake up before your alarm even goes off. It’s quarter to six, but you had a good share of sleep after dinner.

Your cheeks heat up when you remember how you fell asleep against Jungkook. Of course, it probably didn’t look weird to Namjoon, but you’re still embarrassed that you forced Jungkook to go through that just because you were tired as hell.

He also managed to carry you back to bed, and you don’t really want to know how.

You turn around to look at him over your shoulder; he looks peaceful in his sleep, eyes fluttered closed, snoring quietly, and it makes you smile— if only you could understand him, if only you could stop overthinking about what he thinks about you. You understand that this allyship you’ve formed is just that, an agreement. It doesn’t mean anything, and you don’t want it to mean something either. You want your gloomy, peaceful solitude back.

And you also know that just because he’s been in a good mood lately doesn’t mean he likes you. In the overall meaning of the word. Jungkook dislikes you just as much as you supposedly dislike him. But survivance sometimes brings the most unexpected things out of people.

Point is, you’ve selfishly begun to want him around. For some reason, you’re able to tell him things you would never tell anyone else, bare yourself in a way you’d never in front of anyone else. Maybe not even to Ari. It could be that it’s just because the two of you are at such a low point in your relationship and expect so little civility from each other that you’re just… not afraid of his judgement. What’s worse than the worst?

It makes you feel guilty because you’ve started to see that he’s actually a good kid. Frustrated and confused, yeah, but Jungkook is a good person. There’s something inside of him that you can see, something you can’t really describe since it’s almost universal – but you can see it, and it’s just as human as you are.

Trying not to wake him up, you over him to get out of bed and head to the kitchen in urgent need of coffee.

Just after you’ve been fumbling through the cupboards and the fridge for some time, Namjoon walks in, looking tired and drowsy, and greets you in a murmur. His voice makes you turn around.

“Good morning,” you greet back. “Coffee?”

“Please…”

You serve yourselves breakfast and sit down just to munch and drink quietly. It’s so early in the morning, of course neither of you has the energy to make small talk. What’s surprising is that you even mustered the will to get out of bed. Perhaps Jungkook’s presence next to you helped you a bit in that sense.

And this is the kind of routine you have for the next couple of days; you wake up, sometimes to an empty flat when they have practice in the morning, but when they don’t, you’ll make coffee just as Namjoon starts waking up too, the early bird. Jungkook always gets up a bit later, and he’s grown this thing of hugging you groggily and nuzzling your neck when he’s still halfway back to the world of the living.

Of course, as soon as he wakes up, he goes back to his reluctant, bashful self.

“So, I told him, ‘how can you not know that?’, like, is he stupid or something? I mean, I would never go around with my head stuck up my ass and pretending I know everything when I don’t even know one example of— one iced Americano for me, please!”

“And I’ll have an iced chai tea, thank you.”

You follow Ari to the pick-up counter as she continues, “Anyways, sometimes I just really hate men. Or at least that part of them that is so, so entitled and patronising. Don’t you have that problem with Jungkook?”

“Um, not really? He’s pretty neat in that sense,” you say with a shrug.

“Well, Jimin can be such a smart-ass sometimes, it triggers my fight-or-fight response,” she growls as she grabs her coffee.

You frown. “Isn’t it called fight-or-flight, though?”

“Not in this case.”

“Girl, you’re so burnout you can’t even see what he’s doing,” you tell her with a chuckle, taking your drink and walking up to the nearest table. “Like, sadly, you’ve been sharing a lot of information about your sex life with me, and Jimin is literally just trying to rile you up so that his mommy will bend him down and spank the shit out of him.”

Ari purses his lips and sips her drink. “Why can’t he just ask me to do that, like always? He knows I’m stressed as fuck.”

“Maybe he just doesn’t wanna be a pushover?”

Judging by the look on Ari’s face as your words sink in, you know someone’s getting railed tonight, and you can’t help but count how many months you’ve been without getting laid already.

“Anyways— you two are coming over to Tae’s tonight, right?” she asks you then, and suddenly she’s all chirpy and happy again.

Oh, shit. The party.

A party sounds nice. A party at Taehyung’s… That’s a completely different deal. Do you want to get nicely drunk and fool around with your friends? Well, yes, but that is never the case with Tae’s parties. You always end up hooking up with some random guy and throwing up in one of his ancient China vases. To his misfortune.

“Uh, we can’t? We’ve… booked a table at this nice restaurant you told me about the other day.”

Uh, she isn’t buying it much, judging by the way she frowns. What? Why is she so reluctant to believe every single thing you say lately? It’s not like you lie to her— much.

You spend the rest of the afternoon chatting with Ari until she announces that she’s got to head back home and get ready for the party. Once she drops you at home, you take out your keys and walk into the flat, expecting it to be flat.

However, what you find is two big, swanky men lying flat on the couch; Namjoon is grunting as he practically destroys the worn-out control while Jungkook watches him on the verge of a mental breakdown.

“No! Hyung, press ‘A’, the other— the other button!”

You leave your bag on the table and watch them in silence as the eldest whines that he’s just doing his best and still hasn’t got used to the controls. You keep quiet, mouthing a bit but deciding not to say anything and watch them instead. Their antics make you chuckle, and that’s when Jungkook finally notices you.

“Noona!” he chirps, turning his upper body towards you. “How long have you been there? I didn’t see you come in.”

“Just enough to see you practically losing your mind,” you reply, laughing.

But then the nice smell of Chinese take-out invades your nose, and you turn to the table to see a bag with delicious, steamy food in it. Did one of them order anything? Why didn’t they ask if you wanted anything?

“Uh, whose is this?”

“Ah! That food? It’s mine—”

You grimace when Namjoon replies. “I thought you’d just have a bite at Tae’s.”

The man, looking oblivious and content, only shrugs, obviously not understanding why it’s such a nuisance for you – is it really that hard to have just a second to masturbate and have a glass of wine in peace in this house? It’s not like you’re asking for the moon!

“I’m not going to Taehyung’s party; I need to hand in an essay tomorrow for my Politics class. But Ari said you two were going anyways, so I thought I could use the quiet since you won’t be home.”

You press your lips together, pondering, while Jungkook stares at you with concern. Then he stands up and gently takes your hand so the two of you can talk in your room, and Namjoon waves his hand; he’ll just keep playing without him. You, on your part, finally get rid of your jacket and drop your bag on the floor.

“Great,” he whines with a pout, “now we’ll have to go to the party.”

You just make a face as if it’s as clear as water that there are many more things better than going to one of Taehyung’s disastrous parties. “I said no, huh, I don’t wanna go.”

“And Ari-noona was okay with that? She didn’t insist?” Jungkook asks before he sees you shrug.

“I simply told her we were going on a date.”

“Ugh, great. And what are we supposed to do now?” You furrow your eyebrows, wondering what’s got into him now, until realisation sinks in as Jungkook continues, “You were gonna stay home anyway, yeah? What about Namjoon-hyung?”

Your face darkens. “Shit.”

When you walk out of your room, Namjoon is checking his phone, reading some texts as more keep coming with that vexing beeping— until he looks up at you.

“Ah—! So you’re going out on your own?”

Fucking Ari.

“Yeah,” you murmur, squinting your eyes in rage – she’s such a fucking cunt. “But we’re not gonna be out for long, maybe an hour or so… Hope you’ll have time to finish your homework… Should we head out, Kookie?” The aforementioned, sitting on the dining chair, suddenly looks up from his phone. “To our, uh, dinner date?”

“Yes, sure! I’ll go take my coat,” he blurts out and storms off to ‘his’ room.

You say goodbye to an already focused Namjoon and head downstairs. As if not taking the lift will make time pass by faster.

“This reminds me,” Jungkook says out of the blue, torn between grumbling and laughing at the thought, “of that time we got lost during Spring Break, remember? I was rambling about something silly when we went astray… But we had to stick together in case one of our friends saw us.”

You shrug. “I do, and it wasn’t silly – you just were anxious.”

Your words make him frown; it wasn’t? That’s not what you said back then. Are you messing with him just now or do you really not remember that you practically called him a cry-baby?

Then the two of you finally walk out of the building. It’s dark outside, the city’s little night lights floating in the blueish mist. But it’s not chilly, so you suddenly start craving a beer and something to eat, your stomach rumbling at the memory of Namjoon’s delicious take-out dinner. So, before Jungkook’s puzzled eyes, you head into the first convenience store you spot just to come back with a plastic bag.

“It’s not much,” you murmur, holding out a beer for him, “but I figured you’d be hungry? Unless you already had dinner—”

Something churns and twists in Jungkook’s tummy, leaving his skin so sensitive and his cheeks so hot that he might as well think he came down with something. The beer feels cold and nice against his fingers, and he’s tempted to put it against his face to cool himself down.

“Thank you…”

You also take out one of the triangle kimbaps and open it. You were so hungry, you practically moan as you bite right into it, chewing and munching with your nose scrunched.

As Jungkook takes another, he devours it, and his reaction – a frown and a groan – combined with yours make it look like neither of you have eaten in days. But what can you do if the food is just too fucking delicious? And you were hungry, so it’s not like you’re gonna get all finicky now.

Then it crosses your mind.

“Come with me,” you say just as he’s opening a can.

But Jungkook doesn’t complain when you take his free hand and pull him back into your building. He might be a bit confused, yeah, but he trusts you— kinda. You gently nudge him into the lift and press the last button.

The lift doors close as he turns to you. “Uh, everything all right, noona?”

“Of course! I just came up with a place that maybe you’d like to know about,” you reply, and your soft, genuine smile is the most comforting thing he’s seen in a while. “I just want it to be kind of a surprise, but we can go back down if you don’t like it, no pressure—”

“It’s o-okay.”

Jungkook beats himself up mentally for stuttering again, but you seem used to it already, and it’s not like he can make his mouth work as fast as his mind. Especially not now that there’s a storm of thoughts ravaging his poor little scrambled brain. Like, where are you taking him? What are you going to do? Why are you smiling so sweetly, like you want him to giggle like an idiot and fucking melt on the spot?

“Uh, where exactly are we going?” he murmurs just as the lift stops with a ding-a-ling at the top floor.

But you turn to him with a grin. “You’ll see!”

Then the doors open to the pitch-black darkness. You take out your phone to turn on your phone’s flashlight. Jungkook spots a bunch of vegetable boxes lying on the dirty floor, cigarette butts thrown away carelessly, and just a general lack of hygiene that makes him cringe – where on earth did you bring him—? Until he notices you walking towards a door he hadn’t seen until now.

“I’m pretty sure I never showed you,” you say, opening them. The indigo sky greets you – “but this is our building’s rooftop. We’re lucky there’s no one around yet.”

Jungkook quietly follows you out into the terrace and watches as you drag two worn-out beach chairs to the railing. You slump into the seat and open one of the cans when you notice he’s still standing a few steps away from you, a bit unsure.

So, you pat the chair next to yours so that he’ll get the memo and sit with you.

“Here, have this.” You hand him the other can. “So… What do you think of the place? I mean, it’s kinda tatty, I know, but it does the job. And I haven’t really seen anyone else here at this time of the day before. Maybe that guy from the third floor since he comes here to smoke, but he always leaves right away.”

“Looks like the kind of place where I’d see a ghost, but it’s nice,” he replies softly, sipping his beer.

“Totally.”

It’s nice to just listen to the city sounds, cars driving past, people chattering and laughing down the street, the wind softly blowing through. There’s an owl hooting somewhere amidst the trees of a nearby park.

The breeze cools down your cheeks, heated up by the alcohol, and you hug your knees so you can rest your chin on them. Jungkook glances at you at the sudden movement.

“I can’t believe I’ll be a senior next year,” you murmur.

He hesitates a bit. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” You tilt up your head just enough to gulp down your drink. “Maybe I just don’t wanna feel old? Or a grownup, whatever. I mean, what’s left for me after college? A job, a loan, the shadow of death lurking behind my back…” Jungkook lets out a laugh. “Enjoy it now that you can, kiddo, because it won’t last forever!”

You’re just messing around; he’s started to understand that about you. But still, it’s not like it doesn’t make him frown:

“I think— I think I started to enjoy just now.”

You take one last sip from your beer and throw the empty can back into the bag. “What do you mean? You’ve been having a blast since I met you.”

“Well” – Jungkook looks down at the tattoos on his fingers – “I feel like I rushed up things— to prove myself. So, it got weird in the beginning; I’m not the most extroverted Joe out there.” Then he chuckles shyly. “I guess you were right; I was kind of a nerd, after all.”

“Okay— I might be a bitch, and I might be a mean one while you’re at it, but I’ve never called you a nerd.”

Your stern, offended tone takes him off guard, and he rushes to explain himself: no, you never called him that to his face. He actually overheard you that time you were having a small party after practice shortly after the beginning of the year. You had stormed off the changing rooms in the middle of a truth-or-dare game. He followed you to apologise in case he had done anything to upset you, but then he heard you talking to Ari.

I’d rather chop off my fingers than put up with this torture and keep hearing that fucking nerd’s gaming quests. I’m going home.

Honestly, that kinda hurt.

Maybe Jungkook decided to canalise the feelings that provoked in him as hatred towards you just to ignore the fact that you were right. He was a nerd, and he started being ashamed of it.

“Will you totally hate me if I say I just… don’t remember that?” you ask with a grimace. “I mean, I do remember telling everyone to go to hell and Ari following me to the toilet, but I can’t really put my finger on the rest; I was kinda drunk, sorry, and really mad. But still—! That was totally inappropriate for me, I’m sorry I said that! Of course you’d hate my guts after that. Shit, you were just a freshman… Fuck, Jungkook, I’m so sorry—”

He’s stopped listening to you at some point after you start rambling; you… don’t remember. You don’t even remember saying what probably was the most humiliating and hurtful thing someone has ever said to him— and yet you understand why it hurt him so much.

“It was unfair,” you continue, snapping him out of his thoughts; “I had a breakdown and took it out on you. I’m sure it’s too late to say anything, but I’m sorry, really, Jungkook.”

You feel your body tingle uncomfortably at his silence. The fact that his eyes are fixed on you doesn’t help, either.

“I-I panicked!” The unease prickling your skin grows. “You know, since I broke up with Seokjin, it’s been like that – being paranoid about everything… I just feel like they’ve been making fun of me all this time, judging me all this time? I fucking hate that— so I thought they were making fun of me back then. And I took it out on the only nice person there.”

Jungkook nods slowly, looking away. “Thanks— for saying I was nice.”

“You were! For the first few days, at least,” you murmur, “until you started to act like a jerk… Which I completely understand now, I’m not— I’m not blaming you for it… You know, I think it’s actually cool that you don’t like me, like, physically; I don’t feel pressured to be pretty all the time?”

Uh… what? You’re literally the hottest person he knows. You’re hot as fuck, sexy as hell, he can’t even take you out of his head. When did he even say that? When did Jungkook even let you think that you’re not damn attractive?

Well, it doesn’t really matter, sometimes people say things they don’t even think when they’re—

Oh…

Oh.

It makes a whole lot more sense now. Embarrassment prickles his face, his cheeks burn up in frustration; all these months he kept thinking he was a fucking loser in your eyes, and he was just an asshole? Of course, it was wrong of you to say such things, but if only he had stopped to think about it twice, if he hadn’t let his hurt ego act in his place.

“Are you okay? Jungkook?” Maybe you just gave out too much information. Maybe he hates you even more now since you don’t even remember. Maybe he thinks you’re too full of yourself. “Well, I— I’m sorry about, hm, you know—”

Jungkook suddenly looks away from his hands and glances briefly at you with his doe eyes. “It’s okay! I mean, I’m okay… Was just thinking ’bout something.”

“Actually, me too.” He tilts his chin with curiosity. “I just thought— why do we always end up having deep chats when it’s just the two of us?” you ask without looking at him, laughing quietly.

Jungkook turns his head to glance at your profile. “Maybe— maybe that’s why we’re always fighting?”

“Could be… But I like talking to you— when we’re not.”

He feels perfectly well the way his cheeks start burning up, and it’s not because of embarrassment; it’s a pure feeling of joy, hearing you say that. As much as it frustrates him – or rather, how it used to frustrate him in the past – he likes having your approval. That’s it, right? That’s the biggest reason why Jungkook would ever want you to think well of him.

You’ve been staring at him all this time with a certain something in your eyes. “You’re a good kid, aren’t you? I just… couldn’t see it.”

“I’ve been doing my part to be a pain in the ass to you, though,” he replies with a giggle.

“Just so you know,” you continue, “I don’t think you’re a ‘nerd’, not in a bad way. That’s the old Y/N, the bitchy girl with an identity crisis. I mean, I can’t say I’m a saint now, but I guess I’ve learned to look further into people. I just need to… get out of my shell now.”

“You can take your time, you know that— right?”

“Yeah, but it’s kinda hard when you find out how much you’ve hurt someone,” you insist, and he doesn’t know what to say to make you feel better.

“I gotta admit… I took it a bit too personally, what you said that day.” Jungkook takes a deep breath and becomes even smaller as he hugs his knees. “It’s just that, uh, when I was fourteen, I— I decided to confess to a senior girl I liked. Let’s just say— she could’ve been a bit less mean when she turned me down.”

Your eyes grow a bit wider, looking at him in shock.

“Well, she was blind as fuck.”

He tilts up his head when you finally speak up, and his eyes twinkle in disbelief. What was that just now?

Seeing Jungkook’s expression, you continue, “I mean, you’re cute? And you’re not stupid or a jerk – usually – so I guess that’s a bonus… I didn’t really know you back then, but I’m sure you weren’t bad.” He lets out a breathless chuckle, burying his face between his knees, and you panic. “Uh— did I say something wrong? I mean, I’m sure she was a great girl—! Just thought—”

But then he looks up at you, his cheeks blushing and his eyes shining under the moonlight, and you swear, your heart skips a beat; you’ve never seen him, or anyone for that matter, look so absolutely stunning and endearing.

Your chest literally hurts, and you don’t get why.

“I think we should go home.” Your voice snaps him out of some reverie of his. “It’s getting chilly up here.”

“Sure.”

As Jungkook folds the chairs and puts them back into the corner you took them from, you take out your keys to open the door. The lift ride is silent – until you hear him giggle like an idiot.

“Look.” He shows you the screen of his phone to show you a picture someone just posted of Jimin running away from Taehyung’s neighbour’s dog. Its name is Pretzel and it’s a really good boy, so you’re sure they have done something to piss it off. “I can’t believe they got Pretzel mad.”

“Is there a Nobel Peace Prize but, like, the other way around?” you ask with a snort as the doors open.

You’re laughing and giggling like idiots when you walk into the flat. Namjoon turns around immediately, flashing that dimpled smile at the sight, forgetting about his laptop until he has to catch it before it falls to the floor.

“Had a good time?”

You glance at each other, and you reply, “A great time.”

“You weren’t out for long…” he insists, and you arch an eyebrow. “I could hear you laughing your ass off from the rooftop when I dropped by the convenience store to get some milk.”

“Sorry, we just didn’t wanna go to Tae’s party,” you groan and slump into the couch with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve completely understood, you know – I know they can be kinda intense sometimes… But still, you could’ve just stayed here with me, I feel like I kicked you out or something.”

You let out a loud laugh. “Don’t worry! We had a lot of fun, actually.”

Jungkook’s shadow gets heavy behind you, and you turn around just to hear him murmur he’s going to bed. Although you’re talking to Namjoon – who still hasn’t finished his assignment – you get up promptly to do the same and follow him into the room, chirping a ‘good night’ at him. The bedroom door closes behind you with a soft thud.

While he gets changed, you do the same and take off your shirt, trying not to look; you wouldn’t want him to creep him out. Meanwhile, Jungkook tries to make his neck as stiff as possible not to react to the clicking sound you make when you unhook your bra.

Is this really the price of getting along? Constant awkwardness? You can’t see the positive side.

“By the way,” you blurt out, fidgeting as you sit on the mattress, “I guess saying this sounds kinda weird but… you have my permission to push me away if I get too clingy while I’m asleep.”

With his sweet, doe eyes wide open, Jungkook looks at you – as if! He’s been looking forward to it, as creepy as it feels. But now that he knows you’re not this awful woman who hates his guts and thinks he’s a loser, he won’t feel guilty enjoying your snuggling. Now he wants them, your platonic cuddles, that is.

He’s gonna suck them all up like a fucking champ.

“I will,” Jungkook finally replies with a bashful chuckle. You scoot to the side so that he can get into bed, the blankets held tight between your fingers, “but, uh, you don’t bother me much, you know. And the room is kinda cold anyways.”

He turns off the light. “Then I won’t worry about it… Good night, Jungkook.”

“Good night, noona.”

Or maybe you do see the positive side.

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sweetyyhippyy · 3 years

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Versace on the Floor. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif.)

Summary: After JJ and Will’s wedding, Spencer is in the mood. Spencer and reader to home and have a romantic night of sex.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Tw: Not for readers under 18! Teasing, heavy making out, mentions of alcohol, fingering, calling Spencer daddy, lots of praising, cream pie, language.

Word count: 3.2k

A.N.: So this is based around the song Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars. I fee like I’m kinda bad at song based fics but I had to do this 😅 I hope you enjoy!! Italicized and indented lines are the song!

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Let's take our time tonight, girl Above us all the stars are watchin' There's no place I'd rather be in this world Your eyes are where I'm lost in Underneath the chandelier We're dancin' all alone There's no reason to hide What we're feelin' inside Right now

The team watched, hearts full and smiles on their faces as JJ and Will stood under the beautiful flower altar, exchanging their vows and wedding rings with Henry between them.

Spencer wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body and pressing a kiss to your head. You melt into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, the perfect little shelf for you. You could feel his thumb slowly going back and forth against your side making you shiver and give him a look out of the corner of your eye.

As Will and JJ kiss, everyone claps and cheers, the officiator announcing them officially as husband and wife.

There was a beautiful dinner planned, full of lots of white wine for toasting and drinking, and lots of talking, laughing and good times. The whole dinner, Spencer’s hand never left your thigh, it was completely innocent as far as where his hand was placed, but she knew that he had other intentions deep down.

There was a bit of back and forth teasing while the two of you got ready for the wedding. He knew what seed you were planting when you asked Spencer if he could see any panty lines on your dress, and when he said yes, you slid your panties off immediately, and walked out of the room, making Spencer's head spin. To get his revenge on you in the least obvious way possible, he kept his hands on your waist the entire time you tied his bowtie, giving you a squeeze here and there until you finished. You already had a thing for ties in general, and for some reason it got you going when he let you tie his tie for him.

You held your hand out to Spencer, standing up from your chair. “Come dance with me?”

Spencer smiles up at you and takes your hand, leading to the makeshift dance floor in Rossi’s backyard, the yard lit up by beautiful lantern lights up above them.

You wrap both your arms around his neck, both of you lovingly looking into each other’s eyes as you sway back and forth to the soft music playing in the back.

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Spencer says warmly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, handsome.” You reply, gingerly kissing his lips.

The hold you two had turned into Spencer hugging you against him tightly, his head resting on your shoulder in turn. It was as if nobody else was around at the moment, in their mind it was just the two of them holding one another in complete bliss.

“You know I only want you, baby? I want you for the rest of my life.” Spencer says in your ear.

You let out a breathy laugh and rub your nails against his back. “You only want me? Forever? Are you sure? Forever is a long time, Spence.”

Spencer lifts his head up and looks into your eyes, his heart fluttering as you stare back at him. “Yes, I have never been so sure about anything.”

“Well I want you forever. If you think you can handle and keep up with me forever.”

Spencer bites his bottom lip to fight the smile threatening to surface. “The real question is whether or not you can handle me forever, pretty girl.”

“Why don’t we find out? You want to get out of here?”

Spencer nods his head and both of you go around the party saying bye to the rest of the team before walking out to their car. Before you get in the car, you feel Spencer come behind you, wrapping himself around your body, dropping his head down to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Starting off with a taste of what I’m going to get tonight?” You remark, your eyes fluttering closed as he continues to pepper your skin with his lips.

“I can’t help it.” He says simply.

“The sooner we get home is the sooner we can play.”

Spencer pulls back from your skin and opens the car door for you, closing it once you settle in the seat.

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So baby let's just turn down the lights And close the door Oooh I love that dress But you won't need it anymore No you won't need it no more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby Versace on the floor

Spencer wanted to pounce on you the second you walked through the doorway into the house you two shared, and have his way with you on the couch, the kitchen counter, even on the dining room table. But his hands instead found their way to your hips as you walked through the hallway, pulling your back against his chest, his hands clinging to your body tightly.

“I love you.” He rasps, kissing the spot below your ear.

“I love you more.”

You walk into the bedroom together, Spencer still wrapped around your waist as he kicks the door behind you shut. His fingers find the straps of your dress and pull them down your shoulder, not missing an inch of skin with his lips. Your whole body shivered as you felt the stubble on his face rub against your skin, loving how it scratched against you.

“I do love that dress, and how it looks on your body, pretty girl.” He whispers, his hands raking over your body as he feels your entire torso. “But I think it’ll look even better on the floor.”

You hum in response, reaching your arm up to find his hair and wrap your fingers around the curls. Your whole body was buzzing; from the alcohol you were drinking earlier as well as Spencer’s touch, as the soft kisses continued in the middle of the room, there was nothing that you loved more than how soft Spencer could be with you.

Spencer pulls his head back and ushers you to the bed, instructing you to lay down and wait for him.

You watched as he kicked his shoes off and walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room, pulling the lighter out and lighting the plethora of candles you had one by one. The dark room lit up dimly as Spencer strategically placed the candles on both sides of their bedside tables. You smile as Spencer walks back to the bed, crawling up to you and dropping his head down to kiss your lips again.

Both of you were rolling around the bed, making out, heavily with one another. You managed to wrap your legs around Spencer’s waist, bringing him closer to you as he started to press his crotch against you, feeling how painfully hard he already was.

“I want you so bad, pretty girl.” Spencer whispers.

“I want you too, but I really want you naked. Sit up, babe.” You say, unraveling your legs from him.

He quickly gets up, watching as you pull at his bow tie and throw it off to the side of the bed. You slowly undo his buttons, your eyes not detouring from his. Once you reach the last button, you tug the white button up shirt up out of his pants and throw it out of the way too, leaving him in just his pants.

“You are so handsome, Spencer. I can’t believe you love me.” You praise, touching his body lightly.

“I should be the one saying that I can’t believe you love me. I’m so lucky.” His eyes were soft as he looked down at you. “Tonight is going to be about you, okay? I’m going to take care of you.”

You nod your head and pull him back down to kiss you. You two could have gladly kissed all night, but it was inevitable that with all of the touching and the clothes coming off that things were going to get hot and heavy.

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Oooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl I unzip the back to watch it fall While I kiss your neck and shoulders

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” You instruct, rolling off the bed.

Spencer follows your directions happily, sitting right at the edge of the bed and glues his eyes on you as you hook your phone up to the speaker and start a playlist you and Spencer had come up with for sexy time. He couldn’t help but take his cock in his hand and begin to stoke it as you took your hair down out of its bun and let your hair fall down your back and scratch your scalp softly.

You finally walk over to Spencer, putting both of your hands on his thighs and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “You want me to strip for you?” You ask, making soft eyes at him.

Spencer nods his head quickly, licking his lips. His mind was mush, there was no way he could form actual, coherent words. His IQ was no longer 187, he was lucky if it was at 18 at this moment. You two had been a couple for 5 years and it still made him giddy to see you naked.

You smile at him before you turn around, swaying your hips to the beat of the music playing in the back, dropping down low into Spencer’s bare lap and teasing his throbbing cock by slowly grazing over it with your ass.

Spencer had never been more focused on anything in his life as hard as he was focused on your whole body. He watched the way you pushed your hair to one side of your shoulder and turned your head back to look at him as you danced. You were mouthing the words to the song with a sexy smile on your face. Your eyes were soft and innocent, but he could almost see the fire deep in them; the same fire that was in them every time you two got hot and heavy.

Spencer’s hands travel up your back, taking the zipper and pulling it down slowly as you grind against his lap. Once he hits the base of the zipper he slides the top down your chest and stops at your stomach. “Stand up, sweetheart.”

You stand up, your back still turned to him. Spencer helps you slide the dress off your torso and lets it fall and pool at your feet. Immediately his lips ghost against your neck, biting softly at the skin as he travels to your shoulder, his thumb stroking the other side. His hand cups one of your breasts, stroking your nipple to make it hard.

You giggle as his fingers continue to play with your nipple, your eyes fluttering closed. “That feels good.” You hum.

“You know what’ll feel even better?” Spencer whispers in your ear, pressing one more kiss to your cheek. His fingertips drag down your bare stomach, slowly trailing down to your pussy, not yet touching your clit but rubbing the skin just above it.

“Spence.” You whine, melting into his body. “More, please.”

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He responds, sliding his fingers into your folds and massaging your clit slowly.

“Fuck.” You shakily moan, gripping his arm and digging your nails into his skin. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Do you want me to make you cum, pretty girl? You want daddy to make you cum?”

You moan at the bedroom name, nodding your head in response. “Yes. Yes, keep touching me, make me cum, daddy.” You emphasize the name, moaning it out loudly.

“You want to marry me? You love me that much to spend the rest of your life with me? Be my wife?”

You didn’t know where this was coming from, and maybe it was the endorphins swimming around in your head from all the touch, or maybe it was the wine, but the thought sounded nice. “And if I do?” You respond.

“I will propose to you right now, y/n.”

You were in pure ecstasy as Spencer’s pace picked up on your clit, the sound of how wet you were against his fingers filled the room and was beyond obscene. The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt your pussy clench harshly, you were close and Spencer showed no signs of mercy.

“Spence, I’m going to cum.” You whimper, grinding your core against him to get more friction. “I’m going to cum.” You repeat.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Cum on my fingers.”

With a few more circles around your clit, your body explodes, loud pleasurable moans falling from your mouth as you try to stay up against Spencer. You whine his name repeatedly, incoherently spouting “I love yous” as you come down from your high.

Spencer’s circles around your clit become lighter and more lazy as he feels you relax against him. “That’s my girl.” Spencer coos, kissing your cheek. “On the bed.”

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No don't be afraid to show it off I'll be right here ready to hold you Girl you know you're perfect from Your head down to your heels

You watch as he pumps his cock a few times before throwing your legs up onto his shoulders. You take the shaft of his cock into your hand and rub it against your clit, both of you moaning in unison.

“Spence.” You breathe out, running your free hand up his arm and over his bare chest, running your fingertips down to his stomach. “Baby I love you.”

He drops his head down, kissing your bare skin, holding your hips firmly and worshipping your body. “You are so perfect, sweetheart. Every single inch of you is flawless.” Spencer coos.

“Fuck me, Spencer, please.” You beg, you couldn’t take the teasing anymore, you needed him.

Spencer finally slides into you, taking a minute to gather his thoughts as he feels how soft and wet you were for him. He lays on top of you, thrusting in a staggered pace. He puts his arm under you, holding you close to his chest as he rutt into you harshly, finding a good pace once the clouds dispersed in his brain.

Your hand finds their way to his curls, holding his head close to your neck. The way his breath felt against your skin sent shivers down your spine. And his choked back moans sounded like music to your ears. You wanted this moment to last forever, you wanted to last forever with Spencer.

Spencer sits up onto his knees, not daring to pull out of you as he settles, pushing your legs back against you, gripping your thigh tightly. “You want to be mine?” Spencer asks, his eyes focused on hours.

“I already am yours, Spencer. I’m your girl.” You sputter out.

“You know what I mean, pretty girl.”

“Spencer Reid, I know you’re not proposing to me while you are fucking me.” You tease, giving him a laugh.

Spencer smiles down at you, licking his bottom lip. “No never.” He remarks. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it slowly.

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Can you feel it, baby? It's warmin' up Oh, seems like you're ready for more, more, more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked Versace on the floor

Your head rolls back on the pillow as you feel your walls flood around his cock. “Fuck daddy, that feels so… fucking good, please don’t stop.” You plead, taking his free hand and leading it to your throat. Even though you two were having a change of pace with slow romantic sex, you still needed a bit of roughness in the mix.

Spencer’s hand clenches around your throat softly, watching as you open your mouth slightly and gasp at the feeling.

“Harder, it’s okay.” You moan.

Spencer obliges, applying more pressure to your neck and to your clit. You were a mess underneath him, eyes rolled back in your head and loud whimpering moans filling the room along with his skin slapping against yours.

“You’re going to make me cum again.” You pant out, sinking your nails into his thigh. “I want to-fuck-cum on your cock, daddy, I want you to feel it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl, yeah cum on my cock. I love how it feels when you clench around me.”

All it takes is a few more thrusts before you fall apart under him, whimpering as Spencer still was rubbing your now sensitive clit, making you jump at the sensitivity. Spencer lets go of your throat and lightly rubs it.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, sweetheart.” Spencer grunts, feeling how well you clenched around his cock and how sexy his name sounded as you moaned it out. He could feel his own end coming close. His mind raced as he tried to fight his orgasm back, trying to last a little longer for you, but he was too far gone.

You watched as Spencer’s face softened, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth falling open as he ruts into you harder. “Cum in me, daddy please. I want it in me, fuck please.” You beg, wrapping your legs back around him.

Spencer drops his body onto yours, his head settling in between your shoulder and neck, he was just as much a mess as you were moments ago. He kisses your skin again as you feel him spill into you, letting out a throaty grunt.

Both of you lay there, drunk on each other still. You rub his back that was slightly coated in sweat, waiting for him to come back to life.

“Baby, are you alive?” You poke, combing his hair back on his head.

Spencer laughs and picks his head up resting it on your forehead. “I’m good. Are you?”

You kiss his lips and nod your head. “I’m very good. Let’s get cleaned up, we need our cuddles.”

You both head to the bathroom to clean up, Spencer still being very touchy, feely with you as you washed your face after using the bathroom. You stare back at him through the mirror with a smile on your face.

Spencer chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What?”

“Ask me.”

Spencer cocks his head to the side, much like a puppy, and gives you a confused look.

“Ask you?”

You nod your head and turn around. “Ask me what you wanted to ask me while we were having sex… unless you didn’t mean it.”

“No, no, no, baby I-I meant it. I was just confused. Just, hold on. Wait here.” Spencer leaves the bathroom and walks back to the bedroom.

You don’t listen to him and follow him out to the bedroom, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and a big shirt and slipping it on your body.

Spencer pops out of the closet with something in his hand. “I thought I told you to stay?” Cocking his eyebrow at you.

You grin and sit on the bed. “You know I’m not a very good listener.”

Spencer walks over with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of the bed near you. “I love you with my whole heart, y/n. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life, maybe even longer. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life, sweetheart. Will you marry me?” Spencer opens the velvet box revealing a ring.

“Wait, did you have this ring the whole time?” You ask.

“I’ve had it for about a month. I’ve been trying to find the right time to do it. But then the case ran so long and I forgot the box here. I didn’t think I would be proposing to you after sex but here we are.” He laughs. “So will you?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You whisper, kissing his lips deeply.

Spencer smiles at you, removing the ring from the box and slipping it on your ring finger. “It looks good.”

“You know, we need to celebrate the fact that we’re engaged.” You smile deviously at him.

“You can go again?” Spencer asks in disbelief.

“Get a girlfriend with a high sex drive, they said.” You say, crawling up into his lap and straddling him. “It’ll be so much fun, they said.” You tease, kissing him again.

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vinnieswife · 3 years

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hi baby!!

can i request an imagine about vinnie being tired because it’s was pretty late and he’s filming y/n for a tiktok taking care of his brand new tattoo. the audio was softcore by the neighbourhood

Vinnie Hacer x Reader

Words: 711

Warnings: none :)

Author’s note: Bestie this is so cute like,so cute,I swear I saw a video like this in my fyp like a week ago? Idk but it’s was so cute,so let’s do it with Vin :)

Today was one of those days when Vinnie felt that the world was against him, his alarm clock had not dreamed and he had been late for the interview with Josh, then one of the parts of his car broke down and he had to call the tow truck and a taxi to take him to the Hype House, in the afternoon when he and Thomas went out to skate in the skate park a group of fans began to jump on him literally giving him arguments about why they were better than you, which put Vinnie in even more bad humor, he simply told them to be quiet and that he would never change you for anything in the world, when he returned home he was simply exhausted from the day.

When you saw him enter through the door of your room, you knew that he was a wreck, you decided not to ask and wait until he wanted to say everything and stay more calm, his shoulders were slumped, his shirt perched on his right shoulder and his backpack was dragging by soil.

"Oh Vin, what happened?" You said while you put your mobile on the bedside table, and got up to hug him, when you wrapped your arms around his torso he dropped the backpack to the floor and hugged you back hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "I hate today, I wish I hadn't gotten out of bed" you smiled with some sadness stroking the hairs on the back of his neck. “I know Vin, what if we go to bed? Mhm does that sound good? " "Sounds wonderful" as you both went to lie down on the bed Vinnie's head snapped up. "I forgot to heal the tattoo on my back" "don't worry, I'm going to get the cream, you wait here" you said leaving a kiss on his cheek.

Vinnie remembered seeing a video in the morning of the typical couples of his fyp and thought about recreating it, he just left his way, he placed the camera of his mobile on the bedside table and gave it to record, when you came back from the bathroom he simply lay face down on the bed and you sat on one side of the bed, laying the cream still on his side. "How should I do this?" You asked laughing, he followed the laughter as he looked at you over his shoulder "you just have to spread it, nothing else" "sure?" "very sure" you carefully uncapped the bottle of cream and put a little on your fingers, you started to spread it over the tattoo on his back, if you caressed a somewhat sensitive part of the passage of the needle on his skin the muscles of his back flexed "I'm sorry" you said when you saw a slight wince on his face "don't worry" You continued spreading the cream on his back leaving a gentle massage on his shoulders and neck, when you finished you noticed that Vinnie had already fallen asleep, you caressed his cheek and carefully continued to remove the hair from his face, you left a kiss on his forehead and You turned off the light on the bedside table.

With the contrast of light you saw a small red dot on the bedside table, it was Vinnie's mobile in which you saw the recording, you carefully cut the video and turned off his mobile.

You lay on top of him leaving another kiss on his shoulder and you both fell into Morpheus's arms.

The next day you woke up to the buzzing of your phone, a bunch of TikTok notifications popping up on your lock screen.

@jhuxold tagged you in a vid

@iblowyourmind tagged you in a vid

@Kiocyrr mentioned you in a @vhackerrs video "that was cute"

You clicked on the video to watch it, when TikTok opened the home tab your fyp was full of Vinnie's fan accounts and yours re-posting the video that he had posted.

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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Okay I’m at work rn and I just got this weird ass call at the front desk. This dude called asking for a reservation and I was like aight lemme transfer you to our reservations department, and the dude was like “it’s my wife’s birthday.” I said “oh well tell her I said happy birthday,” AND THEN he was like “it’s actually our anniversary.” And I was like “…okay…tell her I said happy anniversary??” AND THEN WHEN I TRIED TELLING HIM THAT I WAS GONNA TRANSFER HIM AGAIN HE WAS ALL “wait before you do, I have to tell you something.” And I was like OKAY MAN JUST HURRY UP IDFC he said “my wife says you look beautiful today.” And then I hung up the muthafuckin phone cuz who the FUCK was I to deal w that bs💀💀 sooo, in honor of that I’m gonna write a lil’ shigaraki thing that was inspired by that phone call

Tw:stalking, creepy shiggy, noncon implication, cultish behavior?

You awake to your phone ringing at your bedside table. It’s in the AM, maybe 2 or 3. The night is quiet save for the dull buzzing next to you, and the whispers of the wind spiraling through the trees outside your window.

Bewilderingly, you grope around in the darkness to locate your phone before picking it up and cracking open a bleary eye to check the caller ID.

UNKNOWN CALLER

Extremity begrudgingly, you hit the green button.

“Hello?” Your voice comes out groggy and coarse from your slumber remnants.

“Beautiful girl”

Both eyes are open now.

“Who is this?”

“You don’t know me…but I know you.” The voice across the line is almost as raspy as yours yet slightly shaky. There’s a weird clicking noise in the background.

“Who the fuck is this, and why are you calling me at-“ you turn your head to check the analog next to you. “-three thirty four in the morning?”

“Because I wanted to formally introduce myself as your new owner.”

“My new-what?” You snap and lift yourself on one elbow. Just because of the chill that races down your spine, you squint around the darkness of your apartment. No one was there, so then why couldn’t you shake the feeling someone was watching you?

“You heard me, pretty cockslut. In a few days from now, I’ll be waiting for you, right at your door. I’ll have a collar and leash waiting for you so you can properly be my little bitch in heat.”

Your hands unconsciously fist the sheets underneath you, and you try not to let your voice wobble when you respond.

“I’m-is hanging up now you sick fuck. Don’t call this number again, or else I’ll track your number and call the police.” But you find that when you try to tap the red button, the call still continues. You hit the button again, but no difference. You start to frantically turn your phone off and fiddle with the volume buttons to wake your screen out of its frozen state but the call still continues, the person on the other line keeps rambling.

“What did you do to my phone?”

“Whatever I need to do to talk to you one on one. Tell me Y/N, would you prefer your dog bowl in pink or red?”

“I’m not choosing either, fucking bastard. Tell me who you are!”

“Aww, come on now, be an obedient pet. Use your big girl words and let your master know what you like. It’s the only time I’m being nice, I’d take the opportunity if I were you.” The clicking on the other side of the call multiples, as if we were typing away at dozens of keyboards.

“I’m calling the police.” You spring up from your bed and search the room for another landline phone or anything where you could contact someone. This was insane, you weren’t putting up with this bullshit.

“Sure, go right ahead. I can’t wait for them to see you naked, on your hands and knees, pussy drooling and mouth watering while you suck my cock in front of them.”

You yell in frustration and panic as the clicking noise grows louder, the volume swallowing up your thoughts and musings.

“Fuck, what the hell is that noise?” You raise your voice now, your remaining sleep swept away in the currents of adrenaline.

“We’re all waiting for you, Y/N. You’re such a pretty girl, don’t you wanna share some of that beauty with us? We wanna see you mouth opening, face down ass up for us, working your pussy on all of our cocks. We wanna see you getting fucked against all the surfaces of your new home, against the windows, on the basement floor, in the shower, on the bed. I wanna be on top though, above everyone else under and over you, would my little bitch in heat like that?”

Your mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out. It’s silent outside, as if the world were holding its breath on the same moment as you. But on the other end of the phone, you could hear it.

Along with the clicking, there were moans. Different pitches and tempos, but the grunts and groans were definitely audible. He spoke above them, claiming his place above his subjects.

“Oh no, did I scare you off already? It’s okay, you’ll get used to us soon enough. Think of this as training. You’ll soon know your place well enough once initiation starts. All your holes will be open-“

The moans grow louder. They gasp so loud you’d think they were being murdered. The clicking grows evermore.

“-And you’ll be out on display for all of us to touch, and feel, and taste, and listen to while you just take it, take it, take it like the good little bitch I’ll force you to be”

“Leave me alone!” You half sob as you run over and pick up your phone, looking around wildly and unsure of what to do.

“I’ll plug you with so many drugs and chemicals that you’ve never even heard of just so that you’ll crawl to me on all fours and beg me to fill you up again, with anything I want.”

“You’ll kill yourself just to be anything to me”

You think you hear the groaning and sighing on the other end evolve into screams of satisfaction, but you can’t tell over the ringing in your own ears.

“So sleep well my precious babyslut. I’ll come for you soon enough.”

And the line goes dead

#idk wtf this was sorry #incel shigaraki #mha #bnha #mha smut #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #yandere shigaraki #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #tw: cult mention #tw: stalking #bnha smut

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Only For You - h.s.

Summary: H is usually pretty in tune with his body, but he’s apparently not very good at picking up when he’s getting sick.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: mentions of covid, plus me taking a guess at how covid testing in the US and at events works so sorry for any potential inaccuracies, I mostly used my knowledge of Aus but honestly its described all very generally

A/N: this took longer than I thought it was going to because I started and then got sick a couple days in :/ I’m still sick but she is done! If you have any requests pls send them my way!

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Harry is never sick.

He was so strict in his fitness and health, his immune system was better than almost anyone’s you knew. You were pretty sure someone could cough directly into his mouth and it would somehow boost his immune system by giving it a chance to exercise. There had to be fifty times over the course of your relationship so far you were sure you were going to pass on whatever illness you had acquired at the time. You always waited patiently for the other shoe to drop, for him to exhibit your exact symptoms and to be awash with guilt at his sickly state, but it never did.

It is such a rare occurrence, in fact, that he can tell you exactly the last time he came down with something. It was August 2019, he was in LA, and he had ended up missing two Fine Line album release related meetings. He remembered it because you had been in New York, tied up in projects of your own. You had pushed your flight up as a surprise to get home and take care of him, but by the time you touched down he had already been on the mend, and was sat in a rescheduled meeting when you opened the door to your shared home.

He could not recall, however, the earliest warning signs of a flu coming on, having experienced them so infrequently.

He dismissed the heavy tired feeling that had settled upon him, certain it was simply the aftereffects of intensive Grammy rehearsals. True to his perfectionist tendencies, he had been tireless in his efforts to make this one of his best performances and had been spending hours practicing a song you were pretty sure he could nail in his sleep. You said nothing of the fact that you thought he perhaps was spending more time than strictly necessary on this, of course, never wanting to undermine his process or invalidate his feelings of being under intense pressure. You just assured him you thought he was amazing and provided opinions and input whenever he asked it of you. He was overworking himself, but he was not deterred until the lights went down after his extremely successful (and extremely sexy, if you did say so yourself) performance.

Two days later, he was sure his hangover had extended over into a second day as he become aware of a dull ache in his head while awaking from his slumber. He groaned, rubbing his face as he rolled towards you, pulling you against his chest. He breathed deeply, cursing himself for drinking so much and sleeping so little only momentarily before thinking, hey, how many times do you win a Grammy? You stirred at his movement, eyes fluttering open only slightly before you shut them again and snuggled deeper into his chest. You sighed in contentment, loving nothing more than the comfortable feeling you can only get waking up in the morning, still on the edge of sleep. It had always been one of your favourite things, and it was only ever made better by waking up in Harry’s arms.

“I hate getting old,” he mutters into your hair, pressing a kiss where his lips had tickled your forehead.

“What?” You laughed at his unsolicited statement.

“Two-day hangovers are supposed to be reserved for after you hit thirty. But clearly, I’m older than I think I am because they have come for me and I am not enjoying it.”

You wriggled up in his embrace, so that you were face to face, giggling at him as you did say. “Oh god, do you think we should start thinking about retiring?”

“You’re supposed to tell me I’m not old!” He tightened his grip on you as he exclaimed in indignation.

“I mean what can I possibly say, H? Two-day hangover? You’ve basically got a foot in the grave,” you jested, but leaned in to peck his cheek at his faux sour expression.

In response, he released his grip on you and rolled away until he was at the very opposite edge of the bed in a big huff. You only laughed harder at his antics. You followed him to his side of the bed, wrapping your arms around him from behind and placing gentle kisses to the side of his neck.

“Darling, have you considered, maybe, just maybe, this two day hangover has nothing to do with the fact that you are getting older and more to do with the fact that you were working yourself to the bone for a month and then partied like the world was ending?” You pressed another lingering kiss to his neck. “Or perhaps like someone who had just won a Grammy?” A smile broke over your face at the memory, a fresh wave of pride washing through you, somehow still managing to leave you buzzing.

“Nope, I refuse to hear that. My youthful body is supposed to be stronger than any party, even an I-just-won-a-Grammy party.” You snorted in his ear, completely unsurprised by his steadfast stubbornness.

“Alright then old man,” you rolled away from him and hopped out of bed.

“Hey,” he called out, both at the jab and your exit from bed.

“Since my big shot Grammy winning, senior citizen boyfriend is still feeling a bit dusty I suppose I’ll bring him a coffee in bed,” you sing out over your shoulder as you make your way to the kitchen, craving the caffeine yourself.

He knew you were making fun of him to highlight how melodramatic you thought he was being. Each comment about him being old was really made to tell him just how young he was and how little you thought he had to worry about.

He sighed, wanting nothing more than to remain motionless in the warm comfy bed but having no choice to get up and make his way to the bathroom before he could enjoy his coffee in bed. (And maybe some lazy morning sex, he was sure that would help relieve some symptoms). His whole body felt heavy as he rolled out of bed, his limbs and shoulders feeling almost as though they were made of lead.

His brow scrunched as he slowly made his way to the toilet to relieve himself. This really was some day two hangover, he thought. I don’t care what y/n thinks, I’m pretty sure this is one of those moments where you realise your prime is coming to an end.

He flinched as the sunlight pouring in through the frosted glass of the bathroom window hit his face, instantly doubling the force of his headache. He grumbled and scrunched his eyes until they were nearly shut, attempting to minimise the light infiltrating his vision. He did his business as quickly as his protesting body would allow.

By the time he had returned to bed and bundled himself back under the covers the kettle had boiled and you were on your way back to your room. You shuffled along slowly, pausing every two steps to stop your nearly full mugs from spilling over the edge. Harry loved to point out the coffee drips that you left along the floor in your shared home so frequently. They were spread far and wide, and in fairness to you, most of the time you didn’t realise you had done it, else you would have wiped it up immediately.

“H?” you called softly, as you looked up from the mugs to see only a Harry sized lump under the doona as evidence that he was even there.

When you received only an, “Mmm?” in response you continued your slow spillage-avoiding pace up to his bed side table, placing the cup down gently.

“Are you feeling okay baby?” you kneeled down beside him, stroking his hair back from his face.

“Jus’ tired,” he muttered, not opening his eyes.

This shocked you somewhat. He’s always been a morning person, and never tended to sleep in two days in a row. The two of you had spent the morning in bed yesterday, having only crawled in in the (not even that) early hours of the morning and spent the rest of the day lazing about the apartment, nursing respective hangovers. Even with complaints of his hangover extending over into a second day, you had expected him to be itching to throw himself back into his routine, not curled up in bed still feeling shitty.

“You can back to sleep,” you assured, even though he seemed to already be halfway there. “Your coffee’s there if you want some.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving him to it, closing the door softly on your way out.

Two hours later, Harry stirs once more from his sleep. His throat is dry as a bone, and his once dull headache is now pounding. He lifts his heavy head off the pillow and his eyes fall to his now cold coffee. He reaches over and takes a gulp, hoping to ease the feeling in his throat. Is not uncommon for him to awaken with a dryness to his throat, he often finds a hot coffee is enough to solve the problem, but alas, he is desperate enough to settle for the cold one before him for now. Instead of the relief he is craving, a burst of pain shoots through his throat each time he swallows a mouthful. He coughs as he places the mug back down, unwilling to have another sip.

And oh Jesus, it finally hits him. He’s sick.

All the signs he had shrugged off now became blaringly obvious to him in retrospect. And oh fuck.

Alarm bells go off in his brain as he registers the risk of what exactly this could be. He scrambles for his phone on his bedside table.

Harry: Don’t come upstairs.

You glance down at your phone as you feel the buzz of the notification. You had spent the morning pottering around the house, catching up on little chores the two of you had neglected over the past few days in the Grammy busy-ness and subsequent hangover. Happy with your efforts, you had settled back into having a lazy morning and were watching television on the couch quietly.

“Harry?” you call out in confusion as you read his text, already pausing the TV and standing up, intending to do the exact opposite of following his advice.

You can’t have made it three steps before he’s calling you. The wave of confusion is soon followed by one of extreme worry as you pick up the phone.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Don’t come up I’m sick,” he spoke hoarsely.

“What do you mean?”

“Darling, it could be covid you can’t come up here,” he was cursing himself on the other end of the line. He should have been paying more attention to what his body was trying to tell him. Shouldn’t have been risking you like this. If he had it, he was sure he had already infected you too and guilt gnawed away at him.

This stops you in your tracks. You hesitate, you do. But ultimately, you know if he has covid, you’re probably already infected. If he does have it, which you are praying he doesn’t because young as he is, healthy as he is, there is always a risk. The worst running through your mind. If the worst were to happen, you would curse yourself until the day you died for not going to him right now.

“It’s not covid,” you tell him firmly.

“Baby-“

“Your tests from before the Grammy’s were negative, and we should be getting more test results back any minute that will be clean too,” you’re on the move again, absolute in your resolution. The both of you, along with all the other attendees of the ceremony, had been tested both before and after. They were meant to text each of you with your results any minute (or call, if they were positive, but that was a possibility you were trying to put aside).

“Even so, we can’t risk it until we get the results.” At the sound of your footsteps on the stairs he spoke your name sternly, halting your steps again.

“Harry,” you countered, matching his tone.

“Please don’t fight me on this. If you’re so sure that the result is going to be negative, and that they’re going to come in any second,” he pauses to cough, lungs and throat protesting with each word he speaks, “then a little while in bed by myself won’t kill me.”

“But-“

“Darling, please. If it is covid, I’ll never forgive myself for not doing everything in my power to try and keep you from getting it too,” the quiet desperation in his voice is the only thing that could break your resolve.

With a long exhale, you turned back down the stairs but kept the phone to your ear.

“Fine,” you huffed, “but only because I was always taught to respect my elders.”

“See that’s the good news,” he half laughed, half coughed at the exhalation of breath, “I’m not an old man with a two-day hangover, just a young man with an unspecified illness.”

“Do you still have your smell and taste?” you asked worriedly.

“I could definitely taste the cold ass coffee I just drank,” he rasped. He paused for a beat, hearing only the rustling of sheets. “And our bed still smells like you,” you heard the smile behind the comment, appreciating his sweet reference to the love he often professes he has for the way you smell.

“Sometimes I feel like it’s nothing you’re putting on, and sometimes I think it’s everything you’re putting on plus just, you. There’s no other smell like it and I wish I could just bottle it up and have it forever. Bloody aphrodisiac,” he had once told you.

“And you’re not running a fever?” You chewed the inside of your lip as you fired questions at him, a bad habit that reared its head when you were worried, stressed or concentrating hard.

On his end of the line, he felt his forehead for warmth. “Umm,” he considered it, “I’m not sure. Probably not.” He was actually pretty sure he had the beginning of one, but he could tell you were freaking out and he didn’t want to worry you any further until he heard for sure.

“I’m going to grab you a thermometer and some cold and flu tablets,” Harry immediately started to protest but you didn’t let him start. “I’ll put a mask on and just leave them outside the door. I’ll grab you some water and something to eat too. I’m not just leaving you sick up there with nothing.”

He sighed into the phone. “I’m not going to win this argument, am I?”

You scoffed. “Of course not, I let you win the last one not more than five minutes ago.”

He sighed once more, and you rolled your eyes at your overdramatic boyfriend. “Fine, but you have to be in and out.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you leaned the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you grabbed what you needed for him.

“I’m not joking, y/n. You have to be quick.”

You bit your tongue, refraining from snapping back. Did he seriously think you were stupid? You knew he didn’t, he was just sick and stressed about the situation, but that didn’t stop the flare of annoyance that burst through your chest. You shook it off, knowing it was misplaced.

“Okay I’m going to put the phone down so I can pop a mask on and run up,” luckily, you had a million masks around the house ready to go.

“Kay,” he muttered, eyes feeling droopy all over again.

You pull your mask on, and with arms full of supplies dashed up the stairs. Once you arrived at the door, you placed down the cold medication, water and thermometer as well as the banana you had snatched off the kitchen counter before turning and running back down the stairs.

As soon as you’re back down the stairs, you’re pulling your mask off and putting the phone back to your ear. You faintly hear the close of your bedroom door, deducing Harry had grabbed everything.

“I’m back,” you acknowledged your presence on the phone.

“Thank you for that, my love.”

Your phone dinged in your ear, indicating a new text message. You pulled it away from your ear to examine the contents of the text.

You breathed a small sigh of relief.

“They just texted me my covid test results, they’re negative.” Everyone had been tested upon their exit of the Grammy afterparty.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. You silently prayed that pause wasn’t caused by him examining another incoming call, suggesting his results were positive and required an actual conversation.

“Mine are negative too,” he exhaled, you could hear the relief in his voice.

“Oh, thank god,” you said, already turning to go back up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

“I thought you were confident I didn’t have it,” he teased.

“Sorry somebody had to put on a brave face for Mr Worry Wart,” you teased right back. You hung up the phone as you reached the top step. Turning to the left and opening the door to your room.

You stride over to the bed wordlessly and climb in on your side, instantly wrapping both arms around him. He relished the embrace. You loved to poke fun at him, but sometimes the humour was just a way for you to mask how you were really feeling about things and deflect. Harry usually doesn’t point it out but he’s always aware of it.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice still croaky.

“I love you, too,” you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

You stayed like that for a moment longer before you swung into action, full nurturing mother bear mode activated.

“Now, have you taken your temperature? Taken some of the cold and flu tablets?”

At the shake of his head you frowned at him. “Come on then. You do that while I go make you a nice hot tea to soothe your throat. And a box of tissues,” you added at the sight of him sneezing practically hard enough to shake the room.

So back down to the kitchen you went for the third time that day, grabbing him both the tea, the tissues and a nice hearty bowl of porridge, figuring it would be gentle on his throat. “Temperature?” you asked as soon as you crossed the threshold of your doorway.

“No fever,” he punctuated with a cough.

You frowned as you watched it happen, his eyes were rimmed red, his nose beginning to run. He sat up in bed as you handed him the bowl of porridge. You placed the tea down so you could also hand him the box of tissues that had been tucked up under your arm.

“Thank you so much for all this, angel. But you don’t have to wait on me hand and foot, I’ve got a cold, I’m not bed bound,” he grabbed my hand and traced the outside of my hand as he spoke.

“I know I don’t have to do it, but I want to do it. My baby’s feeling crappy I just want to do whatever I can to make him feel less so.” Even after all this time of being together, your cheeks flushed slightly at your sappy words. You meant them, of course, but intimacy was still not one of your strong suits. The way you were raised lacked those kinds of affirmations and endearments, and was never modelled practically in your parent’s relationship. It left you both craving it, and feeling uncomfortable when it actually occurred. With both experience and Harry’s help you had gotten better at it, but you still weren’t 100% there yet. He knew one day you would be, though, and he was so proud to see how much progress you had made. Even if you couldn’t always see it.

Hearing those words from you, was just one more indication at how far you’ve come, and it warmed not only his heart, but his whole chest. With his grip on your hand, he gave you a slight tug, encouraging you to lean forward. Just as you had five minutes earlier, he presses a kiss to your cheek, craving your lips but knowing he can’t have them right now.

“You’re too good to me,” he praised as you pulled away reluctantly, giving him space to enjoy his breakfast while it was still warm.

He expected a joking, I know, in response but instead he receives a serious, “There is no such thing as good too to you. You deserve the world.” You don’t break eye contact with him, even as he is too shocked at your response to form one of his own. “But all I got you was this bowl of porridge sorry babe,” you broke the tension, pulling your hand from his.

“Where are you going now?” He pouts at you as you grab the half empty coffee mug and make your way out of the room.

“I’ll be right back, I promise,” you assure him, already planning how else you are going to fuss over him. He has to be well to go to London to start filming his new movie soon, you reason with yourself. But really, you know he could have nothing coming up and you could be the busiest you’ve ever been, and you would still play nurse for him.

By ‘right back’ he assumed you meant in half an hour, because his mug and bowl are both empty by the time you return, and he is nearly drifting back off to sleep. He is still somewhat upright, but slumped back into his pillow, head lolling to the side slightly, directed towards the door almost as though is watching and waiting for you. While still conscious, his blinks are becoming slower and slower, reminiscent of a baby. You coo at his adorable sleepy state, the moment tugs at your chest so strongly it is almost physically painful. Sometimes, the magnitude of your love for him nearly sweeps you off your feet. You just feel so damn lucky to have these wonderfully domestic moments with him. To see him like this, to be his person that gets to take care of him. While he is a rockstar and you get to do all sorts of crazy things with him that most people dream of (like for instance, watching him perform at and accept a Grammy), you love doing everyday life with him.

“It’s not quite sleep time yet, baby,” you spoke gently, hoping not to startle him too much.

He peeled his eyes open and pouted at you once more. “Why not?”

“Because it’s nice, long, hot, steaming shower time,” his frown deepened, clearly not wanting to move. “I promise you, you’ll feel so much better afterwards.”

“You promise?” He refused to wipe the pout from his face, really stepping into being babied.

“I promise, now up you get,” you offered him both hands to help him up.

“Fine,” he groaned as he took your hands, and you pulled him up.

As soon as he was upright, he wrapped both arms around you and held you tight. He allowed himself a few short seconds before pulling away, not wanting to get you sick too. Even if it wasn’t covid, he still wanted his love well.

You shepherded him into the bathroom, where he winced once more at the brighter lighting. His eyes were always more sensitive to light when he had the flu. You turned the shower on for him while he got undressed, before turning to pull the blinds closed without him breathing a single word of complaint. His heart swelled with love for you for the hundredth time that day. To be loved by you was to be seen. He didn’t need to use his voice to be understood (though that communication obviously had its place).

“Take your time baby, let the steam help get all the bad stuff out,” you gave him a little smile before leaving, closing the door behind you to allow the steam to build up within the space.

Harry let out a sigh as he stepped into the stream of hot steaming water. You were right as ever, the steam helped clear him out somewhat, and even just feeling clean helped him to feel better already. He relished the heat and the soothing feeling of the water, massaging his scalp with shampoo as he began to wash up from head to toe.

He had no idea how much time had passed by the time he reluctantly turned the shower off and stepped into a big fluffy towel. He was much quicker in drying himself than he had been in the rest of his shower routine, eager to rug up in a jumper and some sweats (and some of those thick soft socks you bought him for winter).

He swung the en suite door open, contemplating where he left his comfy winter clothes last when he stops at the sight before him.

You’re putting the last pillowcase on, having changed the sheets completely. His breakfast dishes are cleared, replaced with a hot steaming bowl of vegetable soup and his bottle of water. You’ve dug the humidifier out of the cupboard as well and you’ve got it all set up and running for him. The book he was currently reading was picked up from its previous place on the living room coffee table and waiting for him on your pillow. The exact clothes he was about to grab were sitting at the edge of the bed, laid out ready for him.

“You’re an actual angel, ya know that?” He shakes his head in disbelief. He has no idea what he did in a past life to get so lucky. The success of the music, he can go to bed each night feeling like he has done a lot to earn. He’s worked hard for a long time, and while he accredited a good portion of it all to luck, he knew he wasn’t talentless or undeserving. With you, however, he had simply won the lottery. You weren’t a perfect person, but you were his perfect person. He would spend the rest of his life doing everything in his power to feel deserving of you.

“Only for you,” you say softly.

He strides over to you, holding his towel to keep it from falling as he went. He presses a kiss to your forehead and mutters an, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” you peer up at him. “Now get those on,” you gesture towards his clothes, “before your soup gets cold.”

“Where did the soup come from?” He asks as starts to shrug his towel off and pull his clothes on.

“Where did you think I went earlier?” you referenced your half hour long disappearance, having been downstairs chopping up and preparing vegetables to go into the homemade soup.

“Oh, angel,” he breathed, “you really are the best.”

“Oh stop. Don’t act like all of this is not exactly what you do every time I’m sick. Which is far more often than you are, I might add.” You weren’t wrong, he did baby you just as much if not more.

“You’re still the best,” he refused to relent.

“Yeah, yeah,” you end the conversation, not being able to handle too many compliments.

He lets it slide, knowing he could compliment you further and ask you to really hear what he was saying, because he meant it with his entire being. But you were doing so much for him, and he really was tired so he didn’t bombard you with more praise than you desired.

Once he was dressed, he hopped back under the covers and sat up with his soup. He didn’t have the appetite to finish it, but he knew as much of it as he could handle would do him some good.

You jumped into the shower yourself, wanting to feel as clean as the sheets did when you got into bed with him. By the time you were out of the shower and into your own pair of fresh comfy clothes, Harry had finished most of the bowl of soup and had set the remainder aside.

“Thank you so much, angel,” your cheeks tinted pink at the purposeful repetition of that particular pet name.

“Don’t mention it,” you crawled under the covers with him, picking up his book from your pillow. “Now, where were you up to?”

“Hmm?” he questioned.

“In your book, where were you up to?”

“Why?”

“So, I can read it to you, obviously.”

“Is that obvious?”

“Yes.”

“And why do you think I’m suddenly incapable of reading it myself?” He questioned, even though he was practically preening internally at the thought of your sweet voice reading his novel aloud to him. It was a beautiful novel, filled with rich descriptions and he just knew it would sound lovely rolling off your tongue, but you had already done so much for him today it was hardly for of him to let you offer this without giving you an out.

“I don’t think you’re incapable, I just know your eyes hurt when you’re sick and I can imagine it makes it hard to focus on the words. Plus, I always fancied a career in audiobooks,” you actually really wanted to do this for him, not viewing it as an inconvenience at all. In fact, you would probably find yourself disappointed if he told you he would rather read it himself.

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to,” he looked you in the eyes, gauging your expression.

“I want to,” you promised.

“About page 150, you might have to read the first sentence to check.”

So, you began reading, until his eyes grew heavier and his eyes drooped. Slowly but surely, he drifted off into the realm of peaceful deep sleep.

Not before, of course, he muttered, more than half asleep, “I can’t wait to marry the shit out of you.”

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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All For Love.

Cherry!seb/Mob!seb x Reader AU

Run-through: Your father is an influential and prominent figure in the business world. Naturally, you have guards around all the time. Which means that you’re not allowed to leave the house and go out whenever or wherever you want, despite being a grown woman; therefore your boyfriend frequently has to sneak in and out of your heavily guarded home when he wants to see you. It would have been much easier if he wasn’t a mob boss, or if your father didn’t hate him so much. The mob boss knows it’s risky, but he’s willing to risk it all, for love.

Themes: smut, fluff, cherry!seb, daddy kink

a/n: just a quick little fic because I missed cherry!seb too.

“I’m just gonna be gone for two hours, dad. Just two hours.”

You whined on the phone. You hated how your father made you feel like a rebel teen; confined inside your own home. Then again, you knew he was doing it for your own safety.

“Absolutely not.” He used his typical dad voice. “I told you, it’s not safe out there right now. And I need to keep you safe so please just listen to me, stay home safe.” You had heard that sentence a thousand times. “I’ve spoken to your guards, you are in safe hands.”

You sighed, knowing this was a losing game. “Where are you going? When are you coming home?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Oh that’s for me to know.”

You scoffed, trying to figure out where he could be going since he left in such a hurry, without informing you. “What, you don’t trust me?”

“No, I trust you. It’s that good for nothing boyfriend of yours that I don’t trust.” Oh there we go again. “Seriously, you can do better than him.”

“Dad, I love him. You just have to accept it.”

“No. Never.”

You sighed. “Whatever, bye dad. I love you. Come home soon.”

You ended the call as soon as he said bye and you were about to call someone else but you gasped when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist; pulling you into a muscular chest.

You smiled as his scent wrapped around you. “How long have you been here?” You turned your head to the side to find your boyfriend smiling down at you. You still had no idea how he managed to sneak into your home whenever your father left. And no matter how many times you asked him, he always answered saying: ‘I have my ways.’

“Couple of minutes.” He mumbled, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. “Your old man still hates me, I see.” He noted, nibbling on your skin. His hands found their way under your shirt and he gently fondled with your breasts.

You closed your eyes, relishing his touch. “I’m sure he’ll come around soon enough. He didn’t even tell me where he’s going.”

Seb chuckled. “Europe. On a business trip. He’ll be gone for a week.” He answered, baffling you with the information.

You gently stepped out of his embrace, making him groan as you stepped further from him. “How do you know all that? Dad wouldn’t even tell me anything.”

He gave you his signature smirk. “I have my ways.” He stepped forward and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you close again. “Come here,” he leaned in and kissed your lips gently, “Daddy missed you.” His kiss was passionate. He was eager.

He walked the two of you backwards as he nibbled on your lower lip before letting it go; pushing his tongue into your mouth. His kiss had you breathless before you even made it to your bed. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp; making him moan through the kiss as he managed to slip his hand under your oversized shirt. He dragged your underwear down your legs in no time, throwing it somewhere on your bedroom floor. His hand found its way in between your legs quickly, and he touched you like he was starved.

“I’ve missed you too…” you whispered against his lips. He moaned against your lips in response as his fingers slipped past your entrance with ease, and he stroked your walls slowly at first, then picking up his pace as he went. And he had you whimpering and moaning in no time.

“Always so wet for me, aren’t you babygirl?” he whispered against your skin as he kissed down your throat.

You whimpered as he removed his fingers from you, from in between your legs and shamelessly pushed his two fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning as he tasted you.

“So sweet,” he mumbled as he kissed his way down your body until he was on his knees in front of you. He looked up at you with a feral look in his pretty blue eyes; his lips swollen.

His hands held you at each side of your hips and your hands found their way into his hair. He inched his face closer to your core. You let out a quiet moan once you felt his tongue diving into your folds. He wasted no time in sinking two of his fingers into your entrance and curling them each time they pumped in and out of you while he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You tugged on his hair as he devoured you to satiate both your hunger. You looked down and bit your lip at the sinful sight. Him kneeling at your feet, half of his face buried into your core; his eyes closed as he occasionally moaned at your taste on his tongue. The sounds he made drove you wild.

You felt the pressure building up again at your core with each stroke of his fingers and each lick of his tongue; circling the skin around your throbbing clit. Your body squirmed under his.

“Cum for me, baby.” He mumbled, flicking his tongue faster, teasing your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you until you gushed out all over his mouth and fingers. You came, hard; moaning, whimpering and tugging at his hair.

He pulled away and smirked as he kissed his way up your trembling body. He leaned in and kissed your lips again; feverishly. You both managed to get each other undressed, while still being unable to keep your mouths off each other.

He hovered over your bare body in no time, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them above your head. “I love you,” he whispered and leaned down to kiss your swollen lips.

You mumbled against his lips, “I love you more.”

He pressed his forehead down onto yours gently, while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned out loud as he did. He grunted once he filled you up entirely. You shuddered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, trying to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours.

He removed himself and pushed himself back into you. You heard him panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. “Fuck..” he moaned into your ear as he fucked you relentlessly.

You whined, throwing your head back and moaning at how good he felt. He growled right in your ear as your walls clenched around him.

He reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You feel so good, babygirl…” he whispered. His blue eyes were wild and fierce; staring deep into your soul. His gaze made you shiver. You liked it when he looked down at you, like he owned you.

You whined again. “Daddy… please, I-,”

The sound of your phone vibrating on the bedside table cut you off. For a brief moment, you saw panic on Seb’s face. He froze, as did you.

He stayed still for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside you as he reached out to grab your phone for you. The slight friction made you moan again but you panicked as he turned the phone screen towards. It was your dad calling.

Shit.

“You think he-,”

Seb cut you off, with a mischievous smirk on his face. “Pick it up.” He simply said and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“What?” You frowned in confusion and tried to sit up but he pushed you back down on the bed, and shut you up with a deep kiss for a brief moment.

“I said, pick it up.” He whispered against your parted lips.

The phone kept buzzing in his hand, right beside your head on the pillow. “No, you-,” He sighed and cut you off by answering the call and tapping on the speaker icon. Your eyes widened in panic. ‘What are you doing?’ you mouthed at him before speaking up. “Hello?”

“What took you so long to pick up the call?” your father sounded a little irritated.

You tried to ignore the way Seb bit your neck and kissed down your throat, making you shiver.

“I was, uh, downstairs.” You answered, trying your hardest to maintain your calm and composure.

Seb pulled away and stared down at you. ‘Liar,’ he mouthed as he hovered above you, pulling out of you just a little before pushing back in. You bit down on your lip to avoid making any sound.

“I wanted to let you know that I won’t be home until next week. But mind you, that useless boyfriend of yours is not to be seen anywhere near you or the house while I’m away, you understand?”

Your dad’s words made little sense at this point as Seb slow fucked you; kissing the shell of your ear and moaning quietly just for you to hear as his cock stroked your walls gently. You tried your hardest to keep quiet but Seb let out a soft, breathy chuckle upon hearing what your father just said.

“Oops.” Seb whispered in your ear as his long, warm fingers wrapped gently around your throat.

Your teeth released your bottom lip and you answered, “I understand.” You panicked just a little as you sounded quite breathless, courtesy of your boyfriend, but luckily your father didn’t notice.

“I will also be sending another security team to…”

You could no longer focus on what your dad was saying as Seb pulled out of you and kissed his way down your body again; realizing that he wasn’t teasing you well enough.

You almost moaned out loud as he settled in between your legs again, and spread them even further; sticking his tongue out and teasing your entrance slowly while he looked up at you. His tongue poked around at your entrance and you felt like you were just about to lose it.

“...are you even listening to me?” You heard your father’s irritation on the other side of the call.

Shit. What did he say again? “Yeah, yeah. Uh, I agree, yeah.”

Seb lazily circled his tongue around your clit, flicking the little bud with the tip of his tongue. And you bit on your bottom lip, careful as to not accidentally let out a moan.

“Oh,” your father sounded surprised. “Well good then, also I was thinking that maybe we should open another…”

And yet again, you couldn’t keep up with what he was saying because you were busy trying to hold back a moan as Seb slipped one finger through your entrance. He smirked and kissed the glistening skin along your wet folds. You tried scooting away from him but his grip around you was very firm.

You supported yourself up on your elbows and bit your lip as you looked down at him. You could barely hear the voice on the phone anymore. Seb was the only thing you could focus on. He stared deep into your eyes, kissing along your inner thighs as he slowly finger-fucked you.

You almost let out a whine, but caught yourself just as you were about to. Brows furrowed at his own inability to make you lose control, he placed his mouth over your clit again, stroking your walls with his fingers at the same time. He applied just the slightest bit of suction on your sensitive bud and you bit down hard on your lip; turning your face as far away as you possible could from the phone.

“...what do you say?” you heard your father ask. Oh this was a mess.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah dad. Sure. We’ll discuss it further when you get home.” He agreed and ended the call.

Seb looked up at you, his mouth submerged completely in between your legs. He lifted his mouth off you and hovered above your squirming body. Slowly, he removed his fingers from you and pushed them through your already parted lips, placing them on your tongue.

He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth. His lips trailed along your jaw and finally kissed underneath your ear. “You bad, bad girl.” He spoke as he slowly pushed his fingers further into your mouth. “Lying to your father like you’re doing no wrong.” He whispered, kissing down your neck and nibbling along the skin at your collar bone. “When in reality,” he nipped at your skin, making you whine, “here you are, being such a perfect little slut for daddy’s cock, huh?”

You moaned at his voice alone, your own voice muffled by his fingers in your mouth. He eventually pulled them out, leaving you wanting more and panting.

“Please…” you whispered, unable to take it anymore. You needed him. Bad.

He smirked, tracing your mouth with his thumb slowly, taking his time. “Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me… I need you. Please, please daddy…”

He smirked wider. “Well since you’re asking so nicely,” he leaned in to kiss your swollen lips again, then pulled away from your lips, and pressed his forehead on yours gently, while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance again, pulling your legs up to wrap them around his waist.

You moaned out loud as he pushed into you. He let out a grunt once he filled you up entirely. He then grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down on the bed, above your head.

His lips found yours again, as he rolled his hips against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you. He lowered his face, and leaned into your ear; growling and moaning and panting as he fucked you, finally. “So good for daddy…”

At some point he let go of your hands to hold your body. He gripped your waist and pushed deeper into you. You heard him moan and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you mercilessly.

You moaned out loud; wantonly, as he pushed deeper and deeper into you each time.

He bit your lips as he kissed your open mouth; shoving his tongue into your mouth like he owned it while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you, mumbling how good you felt.

“Fuck…” his voice cracked as he moaned. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine. Your back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. He growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless. And you loved it, as always.

His hand wrapped around your throat again, and he very gently squeezed the side of your throat. But enough to make you lose your mind. You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly.

“Come on baby, cum for daddy…”

You felt the sweet pressure grow in between your hips as you tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded. You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Seb came right after you; buried deep within you – growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. His warm cum shoot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance.

He collapsed right beside you in your bed, pulling your naked body closer to his and wrapping his arm around you while you both caught your breaths.

“My dad will kill us both if he even finds out you sneak into my room all the time.” You whispered, kissing his damp chest before laying your cheek upon it. You smiled as you heard the steady beats of his heart.

He chuckled, tightening his grip around you. “I know. But that’s the risk I’m willing to take for you.” Cheesy as always.

Then you remembered. “Dad said he’s sending another security team over.” You sounded a little sad because that meant that Seb wouldn’t be able to stay much longer.

“So?” He sounded so cocky, one of the main reasons why you fell for him in the first place.

You giggled. “So, that means you have to go before they get here and catch you.”

He smirked. “They’re my guys. They would never.”

You shot up in a sitting position, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, again. “What?”

He had that mischievous smirk on his face. “Your dad keeps hiring the best security teams for you, without realizing that they’re all my guys.”

Your jaw dropped. “So the guys downstairs guarding the house, they-,”

“Work for me.”

“Seb!” you couldn’t believe it meanwhile he laughed at the face you made, reaching out and stroking your hair lovingly.

“What?” he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles as he watched you process the information. “I had to trick your dad because I couldn’t possibly sneak into your house so many times had they been other guards. But hey, this way I know you’re always safe. Even when I’m away.”

You shook your head, smiling. “You’re insane.”

Seb pulled you back on top of his chest, kissing the top of your head as you laid on top of him lazily, without a care in the world. “A little, yes.” He ran a soothing hand down your back. “I love you.”

“I love you too, you crazy man.”

He chuckled. “Well, now that we have the following week all to ourselves, what do you wanna do?” He asked.

“You.”

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Cursed Fears (pt 3)

Genre: Hurt/comfort, smut

Word Count: 5117

Warnings: NSFW 18+, aged up Megumi, swearing, use of female pronouns and anatomy, very jealous Megumi, rough sex, praise kink, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial, some degradation, spanking if you squint, oral sex (m. receiving), marking. Minors DNI.

Author Note: This is the final (?) part of a JJK mini-series I did but it can be read as a stand-alone. Parts 1 & 2 are up on my blog (IDK how to make links)

You were pulled from sleep with the sound of your phone vibrating on the bedside table next to you. You crack your eyes open to take in your surroundings for a minute and try to ignore the insistent buzzing of your phone. Mid Morning sunlight is streaming through the open window, casting a blanket of warmth in the otherwise cold room. Megumi's divine dog has moved off the bed and is laying under the window where it can’t be disturbed by the light. Megumi has his face buried in your neck, arms still wrapped tightly around your torso, and you can feel his warm breath fan out against your skin.

Your phone starts to ring again and you carefully move to grab it, trying not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend. You turn it to see Nobara’s name and picture displayed across your screen and debate sending her to voicemail. You decide against it, knowing she would just call you again.

“Hello?” You stifle a yawn and hear Megumi grumble incoherently behind you.

“Y/n! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all morning! Are you avoiding us?” You pull the phone away from your ear to try and escape her scolding. You turn your attention to the clock on the bedside table showing that it was a little after 10 am.

“I was sleeping, I’m not avoiding you, psycho. And who is us?”

“Oh yeah, Itadori and I are hanging out. We are actually pretty close to where you and Fushiguro live which is why I was calling. Wait, didn’t you have class this morning?”

“I’m kinda playing hooky, Megumi, and I didn’t go to bed until pretty late and I wanted to sleep in.” Out of annoyance, Megumi grabs your phone out of your hand and rolls onto his back before pressing it to his own ear.

“What do you want Kugisaki?” His voice is still heavy with sleep, and you would normally swoon from how deep it was, but you were too distracted by him interrupting your conversation. You roll over to lay your head on his chest and nudge the phone away from his face to click the ‘speaker’ button so you can hear what Nobara is saying.

“... and you’ve been hogging all of my best friends' time lately so what I’m thinking is you and Itadori can hang out so her and I can have a girls day.” You can hear Yuji in the background correcting that you were both of their friends and he wants to hang out too.

“Well seeing as how we are both still in bed, it’s probably gonna be a while,” Megumi says flatly, probably hoping she’ll drop it and be content with just Yuji’s company.

“Ooohh, am I interrupting something fun?” You can hear her words dripping in sarcasm, wanting to fluster you and Megumi. Your boyfriend however decides he has other plans.

He cocks an eyebrow down at you, “yeah actually you are,” and pinches your thigh to elicit a sharp gasp from you. You bolt into a sitting position and feel your face heat up with embarrassment. Nobara is sputtering on the other side of the line and you swat his hand away from you as he sits up too and tries to pull you back against him.

“Megumi Fushiguro! Give me that!” You snatch your phone back and shove him off the bed, his body landing with a hard thud on the floor. “Sorry, he woke up in a bratty mood apparently.”

“Fushiguro? Being playful? I never thought I’d see the day!” Nobara snickered over the phone. You leaned over the side of the bed to see Megumi pouting at you and you stick your tongue out at him childishly.

“It’s a blessing and a curse. Anyways, give me like an hour and we can all meet up for lunch or something.”

“Yay! Let me know when you leave and we can find somewhere to meet in the middle!”

You hang up the phone and Megumi lunges off the floor and tackles you onto the bed. He rolls the two of you so he is laying on top of you and you are effectively pinned under his body weight. He lays his head on your chest and wraps his arms around your waist as you struggle to push him off of you. “I just wanna spend like ten more minutes in bed with my beautiful girlfriend.” He turns his face up to give you a pleading look and you sigh in defeat.

He grins triumphantly and rests his head back on your chest. You run your fingers through his dark hair to smooth it out as much as you can where it had been ruffled from sleep. After you feel satisfied with the strands you can reach you start tracing over the contours of his face, appreciating how angelic the light from the window makes him look.

Feeling your movements still, he cracks an eye open to see you staring at him. He narrows his eyes accusingly at you, “why are you staring? Weirdo.”

“Cause you’re pretty,” you hum contently and kiss his forehead. He buries his face into your shoulder and groans.

“You make me sound like such a girl.”

“Boys can be pretty,” you pull his face between your hands and kiss his face. “You’ve got pretty eyes, and pretty lashes, and a pretty mouth, even if there's a lot of sass coming out of it.” He rolls his eyes, moves to lay higher up on your body, and stuffs his face into the pillow next to your head. You laugh at the way the tips of his ears turn pink with embarrassment and decide to let up on your teasing.

After a lot of pouting and complaining from your boyfriend, you finally pull him out of bed and convince him to get dressed to go to lunch. You tuck a loose burgundy sweater into a pair of black high-waisted leggings, smirking at the way you catch Megumi staring at how the pants hug your curves. He layers a dark blue windbreaker over a grey hoodie and a pair of jeans. Both of you opted for sneakers since you figured you’d probably be walking around a lot.

He pulls you into a hug and makes his last attempt at talking you into staying home and watching a movie instead. You notice he gags slightly at the smell of your perfume before quickly trying to cover it with a cough. You make a mental note to buy a new one while out with Nobara before denying his request to ditch your friends. He rolls his eyes, gives you a firm peck on the lips, and leads you out the door of your home.

The ramen house Nobara and Yuji decided they wanted to try is in a large shopping district walking distance from your apartment, so you and Megumi decided to enjoy the nice weather after the storm. You barely register the sound of Yuji's voice before you are being spun around by your overexcited friend. “Be careful before you break her!” You can't help but laugh at how Nobara scolds him before he plants you firmly back on the ground but still holds you in a bruising hug.

“Yuji, I just talked to you last night!”

“Okay, but I still haven’t seen you in what feels like forever cause you’re always at school.” Yuji pushes his lip out in a pout before finally releasing you so you can hug Nobara too.

“Well, I’m sorry I have to go to stupid, normal person university cause I’m not cool enough to be a cursed energy user.” You reach out and pinch Yuji's arm causing him to flinch back away from you and pout harder.

“Trust me, I’d kill to be at a normal school.” Nobara pipes in and lightly pushes your arm jokingly. You laugh her off and turn to notice Megumi is tense and lost in thought. You tug at his sleeve to regain his attention and motion to continue your walk. He laces your fingers together and pulls you closer to him.

On your way to the ramen house, you and Nobara stop in a few shops to look around and you pick up a few things here and there. The boys mostly stayed outside in the sun and talked amongst themselves. After ducking inside one of the stores you quietly warn Nobara not to tease the boys too much today. “Nightmares again?”

“Yeah, it’s the first one in a few months but it was a bad one, just keep that between us though.”

“Of course, it’s good that he’s getting better.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to help as much as I can, but I don’t know if it's actually effective. I know they’ll never fully go away but it just hurts to see him in pain like that, you know?” Nobara nods and links your arms together as you move through the little shop.

“It’ll keep getting better, don’t let the bad nights get you down.” You smile at your friend before paying for your items and heading back outside.

When you and Nobara rejoin the boys outside, you find them complaining about being hungry and decide to actually go get your lunch. You’re all seated at a booth, you and Nobara are sitting next to each other and since Yuji insisted that he wanted to sit next to the window, he is across from you, leaving Megumi to sit across from Nobara. You smile at him apologetically but he shrugs it off and texts you from under the table to say that it doesn’t bother him.

It felt good to laugh and catch up with your friends until an old classmate of theirs showed up halfway through your meal. Megumi's eyes widen at the figure that slides into the booth next to Nobara. “Zenin? What are you doing here?” You eye her suspiciously but say nothing and continue eating your food.

“I told you, call me Mai. You make me sound the same as Maki,” she pouted at your boyfriend. You roll your eyes and Nobara huffs next to you. Mai turns to glare and notices Yuji trying to engage you in a conversation again. “Well, this is cute. Did the half-cursed monster and the normie finally get together?” You whip your head to her to ask what she's talking about, but she's speaking again before you can open your mouth.

“I mean it would make sense, you did like her first. Why did you never say anything?”

The table goes deadly quiet. Megumi is staring at Mai in horror, Yuji is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Mai smirks at the tension she created and you can’t help but look back and forth between the two boys.

“Did you feel bad and let poor little Fushiguro have her?” She shifts her attention back to the man in front of her and continues. “Must be scary knowing he could probably take her back with a snap of his fingers, not that she’d last very long. I’d give it a week until Sukuna kills her.” Megumi lowers his eyes to the table but stays silent.

“Food for thought kids, I gotta go.” She winks at you and Nobara before making her exit. You try to reach for Megumi's hand across the table but he pulls away from you quickly.

“Megumi, she’s wrong,” you tell him gently.

“It’s fine, I’m fine.” He’s shaking his head and trying to brush you off. “I’m okay, it’s nothing.”

The air around the table is awkward for the rest of lunch, but you try to continue your small talk. Things take a turn for the worse when the waitress brings two separate checks. One for Nobara and Megumi, one for you and Yuji. Nobara flags her down to tell her that a mistake has been made with the check and can you split it differently. She apologizes and says she mistook your group for two couples. You all pay for your food, Megumi quickly snatching your individual check and paying for your lunch, before you start sliding out of the table.

When you get to the edge of the booth, Megumi is yanking you to your feet by your elbow. “I don’t feel good, I wanna go home.” He says shortly before turning to walk out of the restaurant. Yuji is avoiding eye contact and hanging his head in either shame or embarrassment. You can’t quite tell. You mumble a quick apology to Yuji and Nobara before following your boyfriend outside. He grabs your wrist tightly to lead you back to your apartment.

You’d seen him get mildly jealous, but never quite this bad. The walk was fast-paced, you were having a hard time keeping up with his tall frame. You were certain that the grip he had on your wrist was going to leave bruises. You tried to catch his attention a few times and pull your hand out of his. “‘Gumi please, you're hurting me.”

That sentence finally catches his attention, but only a little. He lets go of your arm and mutters a quiet “sorry” before shoving his hands into his pockets. The rest of your walk is doused in an uncomfortable silence before you finally get back to your apartment. Megumi pulls the keys to your front door out of his pocket before stepping aside to let you in first, you can almost feel his anger rolling off of him in waves. You slip off your shoes and place your purse and shopping bag on a countertop before you are roughly grabbed and pinned against the door.

Megumi squeezes your jaw firmly, his mouth crashing against yours brutally. You tug at his wrist with one hand, he loosens his grip, but never removes his hand from your face. His other hand is fixed on your waist as he continues using his body weight to keep you pressed against the door. Your brain feels fuzzy from his sudden attack and you struggle to get your head to catch up with your body. Out of pure instinct you tilt your face up towards his to deepen the kiss and just as you think you’ve gained some ground he’s pulling away.

A weak sound of protest comes from your throat and you open your eyes to see his own morphed into a dark midnight blue. You feel him tighten his grip on your face as he leans in just enough that you can feel his breath on your lips. Your focus is pulled away by his other hand slowly snaking its way from your waist into the waistband of your leggings. You feel your breath catch at the feeling of his fingertips making their way further down to your core. You hear him chuckle darkly.

“Look at you, I hadn’t even touched you and you’re already soaking. Could Yuji make you this wet from just kissing you?” You could barely hold yourself up, let alone form a word, all you could do was shake your head. Normally he would find that endearing, but he obviously wasn’t in the mood for silence tonight. He nipped your bottom lip almost painfully. “I need words pretty girl.”

“No, just you.” You were tugging at the front of his shirt, desperately trying to ground yourself.

He smirks dangerously and bit down on your bottom lip again, earning a sharp gasp from you. “I didn’t think so.”

You try to close the gap between your lips but he pulls back and shoves your face to the side so he has access to your throat. He latches on to the weak spot behind your ear and sucks like his life depends on it. He proceeds to cover your neck with dark bruising marks before pushing your sweater down your shoulder so he can continue to mark his territory.

“‘Gumi,” you try to reach him but he’s in his own headspace. You barely have time to brace yourself as he suddenly breaks himself away from you body and yanks you up over his shoulder. You land roughly, clinging to the back of his shirt to keep from falling, and it feels like the air has been knocked from your lungs.

He doesn't give you time to catch your breath before he’s striding into your bedroom and throwing you down onto the bed. Your body bounces at the impact and he’s climbing over you before your body can settle. He grabs your hands and pins them above your head and stares you straight in the eyes.

All that can be heard in the apartment was the whipping wind outside the window and the deep breaths emitting from both of your parted lips. You take advantage of the moment to fully take in his face. Your normally gentle and loving boyfriend was nowhere to be found. In his place was a man riddled with jealousy and intent on taking his frustration out on you.

The moment is broken when he drops one of his hands from your wrists to pull up at your sweater. You do your best in this position to arch your back up so he can pull it off. He momentarily lets go of your hands so he can fling your sweater onto the floor before his hands resume their post.

You close your eyes at the feeling of his lips kissing their way down your chest. He takes one of your nipples between his teeth and bites down lightly. Your body rises from the bed in an attempt to bring him closer to you. One of his hands comes down to shove your waist back down into the mattress and once he’s done assaulting one of your nipples he moves to the other. He leaves bruising marks everywhere his lips go and you feel as they make their way further down your waist. Everything feels heightened with your eyes squeezed closed.

“Megumi please,” you breathe out. He leans back up so his face is level with yours.

“Please what? Tell me what you want.” You feel the hand on your waist move down to your thigh. You can barely make an audible sound as he rubs his thumb roughly into the skin of your inner thigh. All you can manage is a weak whine and he scoffs at your feeble attempt at speaking. “Are you suddenly mute, use your fucking words.”

He smacks your thigh sharply trying to get you to focus on him and get out of your head. You let out a small whimper and he rubs his hand soothingly over your warm skin. “You can do it love, tell me what you want.”

How quickly he can switch between how sweet and how mean his words are has your head spinning. You blink a few times before your head clears. “I want to taste you.”

“That's my girl.” He practically purrs.

He releases the hand that was holding yours in place and moves backward to let you climb off the bed. The second you stand up he is tangling his fingers into your hair and shoving you to your knees in front of him. You don’t hesitate to reach up and quickly pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees. You run your hands up his thighs to grab his half-hard dick, giving it a few lazy strokes before taking the tip in your mouth. His hand tightens in your hair and he groans out in pleasure.

You slowly move your head and start taking him deeper into your mouth. Earning a string of small moans from him. “Fuck baby, you’re being such a good girl for me.”

The tip of his cock brushes the back of your throat causing you to gag and push at his thighs. He pulls you off of him to let you take a breath, admiring all the pretty bruises he left across your skin. It takes all his self-control to not cum right then as he works himself back into your mouth. “Just relax baby, I know you can take it.”

The sweet praise that was so familiar to your bedroom activities sends a rush of arousal through you and has you squeezing your thighs together to create the tiniest bit of friction. He continues pushing into your mouth until your nose is flush with his pelvis. Your whine of protest is muffled by him as he holds you against him, not letting you move your head back. Your eyes water at the sensation as you struggle to swallow around him.

“Awe, does my baby keep forgetting to breathe through her nose?” He pouts mockingly at you. You look up at him with tears rimming your eyes and he smirks again. “You just look so pretty like this princess.”

He moves the hand that was gripping your hair to run his thumb against your temple gently before drawing his hips back. You force yourself to relax as much as you can as he starts thrusting into your mouth. You ball your fists tightly, digging your nails into your palms to distract from the achy feeling in your jaw. You flush in embarrassment and the obscene amount of spit collecting at the corner of your lips as he keeps fucking into you like his own personal toy.

Tears are streaming down your face and he cums with a loud groan. You swallow and stick your tongue out to show him. He hummed contently and you leaned back against the bed. You lay your head back and try to catch your breath. Megumi strips the rest of his clothes off and tugs you to stand up.

“Did you think we were done, princess?” He crashes his mouth against yours again and nudges you back onto the bed. “I’m not done until my name is the only thing you can say for weeks.”

Megumi reaches down to thrust two fingers into you, causing you to cry out. His mouth latches onto your skin and starts leaving dark marks everywhere he can reach again. His hand is pumping into you at a brutal pace and you’re trying your best to bite back your moans. He looks up at your face and scoffs.

“No holding back those beautiful sounds baby.” He reaches his free hand up to squeeze the sides of your throat. “I want you to use that pretty mouth to tell me just how good I’m fucking you,” he growls. You nod frantically and he nips at your jaw. Your moans and whines grow increasingly louder and Megumi starts rutting his cock against your thigh for friction.

“Gumi, I’m close,”

“Hold it,” he growls. You look up at him in panic and he grinds the heel of his hand into your clit. “I want to see if you can be good and follow a simple order. If you don’t behave, I will leave you here with nothing.”

You press your face into his shoulder and let out a small whimper. Just when you thought his challenge was hard enough, he slips a third finger into you and purposely crooks them to hit your sweet spot over and over.

“Please baby, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, please just let me cum.” Tears threaten to spill again and he laughs darkly, but says nothing else as he keeps thrusting his fingers into you. He turned his face so his breath could tickle your ear.

“I think my princess just needed a reminder of who she fucking belongs to, isn’t that right?” You nodded frantically against his shoulder. “If you really wanted to get fucked like a whore this bad then you could have just asked me nicely princess.”

Both of your hands were gripping his biceps so hard you thought that you might leave bruises on him. Your climax was so close you could almost taste it, but Megumi's threat loomed in the back of your mind. Not wanting to anger him more you keep behaving and pushing back your orgasm to the point where it’s almost painful. Seeing you struggle to follow his orders underneath him ignited something feral inside your boyfriend, as if he wasn’t dancing on the edge of it already.

“Okay princess, you can cum now.” Your climax ripped through you violently, and you couldn’t help the broken cries it pulled from your mouth.

Before you could ride out your high he is flipping you onto your stomach and yanking your hips up. You scramble to push yourself up onto your hands before he is shoving your face into the blankets.

“No baby, I want you bent over nice and pretty for me. This way I can fuck you exactly how I like.” He pushes himself all the way into you with one fluid motion and sets a hard and fast pace. You are gasping out for him and reaching back to squeeze his wrist. Overstimulation is wracking through your body and you can see black dotting your vision.

You whimper as you feel your next orgasm approaching quickly, and Megumi can sense it too. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum again?” You nodded your head, and he slapped your thigh, eliciting a cry from you. “I asked you a question, and I want you to use your words like a big girl.”

“I’m close, please let me come again baby.” He smiles and angles his hips to start hitting your sweet spot till you’re seeing stars. Your second climax is less intense than the first, but it still has you feeling completely exhausted. Your head is hazy and you can feel your legs beginning to tremble underneath you. If not for Megumi's firm grip on your hips, you’re sure they would have given out by now.

He reaches around and pulls you up so one hand is wrapped around your throat and the other is wrapped around your waist. His hips never falter their rough pace and your back is pressed to his chest. You can hear and feel him panting in your ear with every one of his movements. Your head is too hazy to focus on anything except him and you let your head loll back onto his shoulder. He turns his head to look at you and smirks. “Look at that, my poor baby got fucked out too hard. I know you have one more in you princess.”

You whine at the promise of another orgasm while he once again latches his mouth on to your neck and shoulders. He lets the fingers on your waist trail down to where you are connected and circles your clit several times. You jolt at the stimulation and weakly try to push his hand away. He smirks and decides to take his taunting a step further. “I wonder what sweet Yuji would think if he saw you like this? Fucked dumb on my cock.”

You barely process his words, but you don’t have the energy to respond. He nips at your jaw as he pushes you closer to the edge. You can tell he’s close with how his pace begins to stutter. With a particularly hard thrust and a pinch of your clit you are coming undone for the final time that night. He cums right after you and gently lays you back down on the bed.

You’re sniffling from overstimulation and pushing his hips away from yours until he pulls out of you completely. You’re finally able to find your words as you curl further into the blankets. “Please baby no more, it hurts.”

You can’t see the guilt that washes over his face as he leans forward to kiss your temple lovingly. “It’s okay pretty girl, you did so well for me.”

He leaves you in bed to move to the bathroom and you think you can vaguely hear water running. After a few minutes he comes back and scoops you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He slowly eases you into the warm water of the bathtub before he's running back out.

You lean your head against the wall and let tears continue to stream down your face. A small portion of it is from the dull throb coming from your lower body, but mostly it’s from sadness clawing at your heart. You hate pushing him on his emotions and prying at things he doesn’t want to talk about, however something seemed to really push him over the edge tonight.

He quietly comes back into the bathroom and sets the book you're currently reading on the bench next to the tub, along with a hot tea in one of your favorite mugs. He had pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and was turning to leave again. You reach out and gently wrap your fingers around his wrist. “I know that I’ve asked you to share so much in the last 24 hours, but can we please talk about what happened tonight?”

A look of confusion crosses his face and you sink further into the water. “I just want us to be okay, and I can’t shake the feeling that you’re mad at me.” Your voice begins to falter and he curses at himself. He pulls his sweatpants off and slides into the water behind you and rubs your shoulders.

“I’m not mad at you baby, Mai just hit a deep seated insecurity, and the thing with the waitress just kinda pushed me past my limit. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you like that, I’m sorry.”

You turn to lean your head on his shoulder and let your fingertips trace the water droplets that gathered on his chest. “Why would you listen to anything Mai says? She loves to piss you and Maki off.”

He tucks his chin on top of your head and hugs your shoulders. “Because she wasn’t wrong about Yuji. He liked you first, I always felt like a charity case. And every time you guys hang out, it nags at me at how much better of a boyfriend he would be for you.”

You roll your eyes and flick his nose. “I knew that he liked me, he isn’t exactly the king of subtlety. But you need to remember, Yuji is your best friend, he’d never hurt you like that.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

You shift to cup his face in your hands. “If I liked Yuji, I wouldn’t have dated you. You’re the one I wanted to be with, not him. I love you.”

He leans his face into your hand and lets you pull him in for a kiss. “I love you too princess.”

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Sunday Morning

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader’s Sunday opens up, so she concocts a little plan to pass the time. PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE Category: Smut 18+ This one is pure filth, y’all, buckle up (dom!Spencer, female masturbation, oral sex- male receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, spitting, multiple orgasms) Warnings: sex, strong language (As always, if there’s anything I missed, please let me know what I should include in the warnings. I always want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 3.6k

NOTE: The more I add to this little series the more excited I get to keep writing it, and it really helps that you all seem to like every new addition, so thank you for all the love! I do have a few more tricks up my sleeve, and I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I do. Part 4 is set to come out either tomorrow or Monday! I hope you enjoy 🥰

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"Are you sure, Mom? I can still try to come earlier if you want, I don't have anything going on."

Y/N's mother sighed on the other end of the line. "No, that's alright. But I made sure to have off next weekend, so I'll come by your place and we can celebrate then. How's that sound?"

She smiled, happy at the prospect of seeing her mother again soon, but something else crossed her mind that deemed this cancellation a blessing in disguise. "That sounds great. I love you. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you, Sweetie. I love you, too."

She thought about knocking on Spencer's door the second she hung up the phone, but decided that she wanted to have a little more fun, so she hurried to her bedroom. As she grabbed something from the bedside table drawer and planted herself in bed, she felt just the smallest sliver of guilt for being this excited about her mom cancelling their plans. But for one thing they had next weekend, and for another she'd been thinking about her neighbor non-stop since Friday night.

After they had finished their laundry that night, Spencer and Y/N walked up to their hall together and ended up in the shower. They slept in separate places, though, Y/N stumbling back into her apartment at around nine thirty and immediately going to bed. Early, maybe, but she'd just been fucked twice in a row, and the second time had lasted about an hour and a half since they didn't have to worry about anyone walking in and interrupting. Truthfully it was a wonder she could walk at all these days, but she didn't mind either way. Who knew listening in on your neighbor having sex and them finding out about it could turn into something so good?

Which brought Y/N back to the present. Sunday morning. She knew Spencer was an early riser, so he'd definitely be awake. Whether he'd be in bed was another thing, but she decided to take her chances.

So she leaned back against the headboard, spread her legs, and clicked on her vibrator. The familiar buzzing sound sent a jolt of excitement through her body, only made more electric when it made contact with her clit. She pressed it lightly, the setting still low as she closed her eyes. With her goal in mind, it didn't really take long to start feeling something, images and flashbacks of Spencer's head between her legs only adding to the sensations.

"Ohhh," she let out loudly at a particular memory that involved him fingering her in the shower. His lips had been biting and sucking at the skin on her neck while his middle and ring fingers worked inside her, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit. If she thought hard enough, she could be there then, the sound of the vibrator replaced with the hum of the shower.

"Oh, Spencer, please!" she echoed, squeezing her eyes shut and moving the vibrator in small circles around her clit. "Fuck, you feel so good!" At this point she was so lost in the memories that she didn't even remember why she'd started doing this. She was being loud, moaning and sighing as she played out her Friday night in her mind without even trying to get anyone's attention. At this point it was purely for her enjoyment.

Though, that sentiment didn't last very long, because just as she was about to orgasm, her phone buzzed. She could have ignored it, but completely pulled herself out of her fantasy once she realized that it could have been her mother.

Groaning from irritation rather than pleasure, she clicked off the vibrator, set it on the bed, and picked up her phone.

When she saw it, her heart stopped.

From: Spencer Reid Not another sound. Call me for instructions.

"Holy fuck," Y/N gasped, scrambling to hit the 'call' button. It took no time at all for Spencer to answer.

Before she could say anything, his voice rung low on the other end of the line, sending a chill through her body. "Do you want me to come over?"

"Yes," she breathed without a second thought.

"Okay. Is your door unlocked?"

"Yes."

There was a long pause, and for a moment Y/N thought maybe he was leaving his apartment and on his way over, but then he spoke again. "When I get there I want to see you naked and on your knees, facing the wall. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

The sound she heard him make was guttural, somewhere between a growl and a moan, and it shot straight through every bone and muscle in her body. He hung up then, and Y/N practically threw her phone across the room and scrambled to her knees, ripping what little clothing she had off her body and bracing her hands against the headboard. She expected him to be there in a flash, but after waiting for about five minutes, it was obvious that this was part of his game— making her wait. An involuntary whimper escaped her throat at the thought of what he could possibly have planned for her.

When the door sounded from the living room, Y/N jolted, her heartbeat picking up and her hands gripping the headboard so tightly that her knuckles ached. Did she dare turn her head around to see him when he walked in? If she did, what would he do to punish her? Would he punish her at all?

For a moment she wondered if she'd even heard the door at all, because again, it took forever for him to get there. But then she heard a soft groan sounding from the bedroom door and her breath hitched in her throat.

"Oh, good girl. Look at you..."

His words, his voice... Y/N let out a shaky breath and bit her lip, wondering if she should speak. Eventually, she did. "W-what took you so long?"

Spencer laughed behind her, still not in view. "I had to make you wait, pretty girl. Where would be the fun in just giving you what you want?"

She didn't know what to say. So she silently waited for instruction, her hands loosening around the headboard just a little, trying to relax.

He got closer, and it sounded like he was stripping layers of clothing as he did so. Eventually he reached the side of her bed and she turned her head to meet his gaze, immediately letting out a soft whimper at the sight of him. He had, indeed, been stripping clothing as he made his way to her, wearing only a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips and dropping his shirt to the ground. Y/N let her gaze travel along his body before meeting his eyes and almost falling to pieces when she did.

This amused him. "Already so eager, pretty girl? I haven't even done anything yet."

She wasn't sure what to say, so she told the truth. "Just you being here is enough. You've completely ruined me."

Spencer laughed and brought his hand out to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand, to which she sighed and closed her eyes "Not yet."

She opened her eyes again at that promise, and just by looking at him, she practically pleaded with him to do something, every inch of her body, mind, and soul completely blinded by his presence.

Seeming to take pity on her, or maybe just because seeing her like this was driving him mad, she wasn't sure, Spencer obliged, leaning forward and kissing her deeply. As per usual, she melted into him, struggling to keep her weight up on her knees. Her hands gripped onto the headboard for dear life as he brought his face closer, using both his hands to cradle her face and his tongue to open her mouth. She'd already decided long ago that she would give him anything he wanted, and this was no different. He kissed her wildly and she kissed him back with the same fervor, groaning into his mouth every so often. At one point she lost her balance and fell forward, pulling Spencer onto the bed, and he broke away, a laugh playing at his lips right after.

"I'm sorry," she breathed, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't be sorry," he reassured, climbing up the bed and reaching for her hands. He was laying on his side now, pulling her towards him, and butterflies erupted in her stomach at the wholesomeness of it all. It was like the entire mood shifted from being domineeringly sexy to sweetly intimate.

Spencer all but pulled Y/N on top of him, rolling over on his back and forcing her to straddle his lap when he pulled her down for another kiss. The fabric of his sweatpants grazed her bare clit as she moved, making her rock her hips forward and causing him to groan into her mouth. He broke the kiss apart for a moment to say, "Keep doing that, pretty girl," and then resumed kissing her, barely giving her time to process his words.

In the end she did it anyway, grinding down on him and moaning as she did so, every movement slowly but surely bringing her closer to orgasm again. She was so caught up in the feeling that she didn't notice Spencer grabbing the vibrator still on her bed until she heard it turn on, that familiar buzzing pulling her from her haze.

She broke apart from him, cheeks red. "I totally forgot to put that away, I'm so— oh!"

Before she could finish her apology, Spencer had the vibrator pressed to her clit, and she closed her eyes, instinctively grinding down for more friction. This in turn caused him to let up, pulling the vibrator away just a little, and she whined.

"God, I love hearing how needy you are, baby," he breathed, teasing her. "Can't you feel it?" Every time Y/N rocked her hips, she could feel his cock getting harder through his pants, it had been unmistakable. When she didn't respond with words, he brought the vibrator away and reiterated, "Don't you feel it?"

"Yes, I love feeling how hard your cock gets for me," she breathed, grinding down on it and hoping for him to respond in kind. When he did, she gasped, opening her eyes and bracing her hands on his bare chest. "Fuck, you know how to make me feel so good."

"That's what I like to hear. Now get up for me." He pulled the vibrator away once more and she whined again at the loss of contact, but got up nonetheless. "Sit up on your knees and put your back against the headboard, okay? I want to fuck that pretty little throat."

Don't have to tell me twice, she thought greedily as she did as she was told. Spencer moved the pillows out of her way and tossed them to the foot of the bed as she sat on her knees. The cool metal of the headboard somewhat calmed the heat radiating off of her body, though ultimately it couldn't dwell the heat she felt when he looked at her, standing on the bed and sliding down his pants and underwear in one fluid motion before kicking them to the side, holding her gaze the entire time.

Just as Y/N was about to lean forward, he placed a hand on her head, gripping some of her hair and tilting her head up to really look at him. "Not yet. Give me your hands." She held them out to him, unsure of what he was planning, but when he gathered them both in one hand and pinned them to the wall above her head, she bit her lip. The grin he wore gave her shivers, just before he said, "Open up wide, pretty girl."

She licked her lips and then opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and down as far as it would go to make room as she stared up at his face. The second his dick touched her tongue she groaned, ready for whatever he was about to give her. If she tried to bob her head, it would hit the headboard rather hard, so she opted to stay still, letting Spencer get off on his own terms. Which they both seemed to be happy with, because every time he hit the back of her throat, she moaned, nearly gagging, and in turn he bit his lip and tightened his grip in her hair and on her wrists.

"You always take my cock so well, fuck," he groaned, quickening his pace. She didn't know what feeling she was trying to convey as she did so, but nonetheless she hummed around him, trying her best not to choke but ultimately failing. He pulled away for a moment, releasing her hair from his grip and letting her breathe for all of two seconds before tapping his dick on her tongue a few times in quick succession. The action made her moan, and against her better judgement, she leaned forward to take him in her mouth again, hollowing her cheeks. Her wrists strained against his hands as he grinned. "You liked that, huh?"

She got out a 'mhmm' around his cock quickly before he thrusted forward and hit the back of her throat again, sending her head against the metal of the headboard. She winced a little in pain, but welcomed it all the same, looking up at him through hooded eyes and trying to tell him without words that she wanted this more than anything.

It seems like he got the memo, because he brushed the hair from her face in a sweet gesture that completely contradicted what he was doing to her mouth. He gave a few more purposeful thrusts, holding himself down her throat for a few seconds before pulling away completely and letting go of her wrists. Spit dripped down her chin as she caught her breath, but she smiled all the same, bringing her hands down to wipe the wetness from her face and some of the tears on her cheeks. "I love when you use me like that, baby," she purred, rubbing her legs together and running her tongue over her bottom lip.

Spencer leaned down and kissed her again, pulling her up to stand with him before pushing her against the wall, her legs hitting the headboard. She moaned into his mouth and brought her hands up to comb through his hair, to which he sighed and pressed into her harder. The weight of him made Y/N all warm and safe as she realized she would spend the rest of her life wrapped up in him if she could. Yes, their relationship as of late had been inherently sexual in nature, but something about the way he took precise care with her body as he kissed her like this, cradling her face in his large hands and keeping himself as close as he could get, made Y/N weak. She trusted Spencer Reid with her life, and she could only hope that he felt the same way, even if just a little.

Though she was a little disappointed when he broke the kiss, what he did next took that disappointment and pummeled it to the ground, transforming it into hunger.

His thumb ran over her lips before pushing further into her mouth. She gladly took it, swirling her tongue around it and then groaning as he brought it out, running it down her chin and tilting her head up to look at him.

"How do you want it, pretty girl?" he asked softly, making her practically crumble beneath him.

The question itself and the way he said it was hot as hell. But there was no way she would have been able to choose. Truthfully, he could do it any way and she'd just as easily give up everything to experience it again. Even as she tried quickly to come up with something, blurting out anything, all that came out was, "However you want me." It was the pure, unabashed truth.

He seemed to contemplate that for a moment before simply scooping her up from her feet, kneeling down, and laying her on her back. His dominating presence seemed to take over again as he scooted her to him by her legs. She yelled out as he wrapped them promptly around his shoulders and pushed into her without a second thought. He went easy at first, taking his time getting to just be inside her again, but Y/N wanted more.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned out desperately, reaching out to grab the blankets.

A dark chuckle left Spencer's mouth as he leaned forward, stretching her legs closer to her chest and angling himself deeper inside her. All the while, his pace never slowed or increased, and neither did his pressure. "You're getting greedy, pretty girl. But you're gonna take what I give you. Guess you should have thought of that before you let me choose how to fuck you."

And at that sentiment, he leaned forward even further, slamming into her hard, and Y/N's breath caught in her throat at the sensation. He pulled out slow and did it again, and again, and again, each time pushing her farther into the mattress. Upon seeing her squeezed shut eyes and open mouth, he said, "Is this what you wanted? Huh? To be fucked like a whore?"

She opened her eyes and bit her lip as he picked up the pace a little, every stroke sending shots of fire through her veins. She tried to speak but her brain was muddled, every thought clouded by the intense pleasure her body was experiencing. Spencer noticed this, and with a small laugh reached his hand out and grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open as he went faster. "Aww, the little slut can't even speak, I've been fucking her so good. Is that right?"

Her only answer was a moan as he went deeper and faster, hitting her g-spot with every thrust forward, to which he laughed again.

"Tongue out, baby," he demanded sweetly, leaning forward. Y/N knew exactly what he was going to do, and she eagerly did as she was told, her eyes lighting up as she did. Watching, and then feeling Spencer spit directly on her tongue, feeling it slide down as she swallowed it, only added to her pleasure, and she knew it wouldn't be long until she fell over the edge.

"I-I'm..." was all she could manage to get out.

"Go ahead, pretty girl, let it all out."

And so she did, letting out a string of yells that barely resembled his name. But he wasn't done yet, and so even after she'd come down he continued his brutal pace inside of her and brought himself closer, caressing her face as he did so. The discomfort shortly morphed into painful pleasure as Y/N approached another high.

"You gonna give me another one? I know you can take it." And as if those words weren't enough, he added something that sent a chill through her. "It's a shame you're not on birth control, because I'd love nothing more than to fill up that slutty little pussy. Make you mine."

Just like that, she was gone, her eyes squeezed shut and seeing stars dance behind them as she came another time. It only lasted a few seconds shorter than her previous orgasm, but Spencer pulled out and away, dangerously close to his own. She composed herself, slowly opening her eyes to see him jerking off over her. In a split second decision, she opened her mouth and groaned, without words telling him exactly what she wanted. And he was more than happy to give it to her, removing her legs from his shoulders and moving up her body with the slyest grin she'd seen from him yet.

"That's a good girl," he got out just before she felt his cum coat her mouth. While most of it slid down the back of her tongue and pooled in the back of her throat, a little missed and landed on her cheek, but she smiled nonetheless, welcoming its warmth. When he was done, panting above her, she brought her tongue out to swirl around the head of his cock before swallowing and smiling back at him

She was about to wipe the cum off her cheek, but before she could get to it, Spencer was on her, leaning down and doing the unexpected. She whined as he brought his tongue down and scooped it off her cheek, then moving to her mouth and kissing her, practically feeding himself to her. As they continued making out like that, her head swam. She swore with every new second she spent with him, she was getting more and more invested, craving him in almost every capacity. So when he pulled away, breaking their kiss and laying down beside her, she scooted closer to him, longing to feel him all around her.

"I don't know how every time gets better and better," she mumbled against his chest, and she felt him laugh.

"What can I say, pretty girl, you give me all sorts of good ideas."

That made her blush, and she snuggled closer to him, their legs tangling together. The two of them stayed like that for a while, comfortable silence settling between them before Spencer spoke, pulling away slightly to look at her face.

"Hey, I was thinking... You don't have to say yes if you don't want to, but I... I wanted to know if you'd maybe want to go to dinner sometime?"

Despite the butterflies blooming in her stomach, Y/N laughed playfully. "You would fuck me senseless and then ask me to dinner all sweetly," she mused, running her fingers through his hair and rubbing her nose against his. "I'd love to."

Spencer let out a sigh, whether from relief or contentment she wasn't sure. Maybe both. But it filled her heart with joy all the same.

"Good," he said, pressing a small kiss to her lips. "It's a date."

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