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stay (18+ oneshot) (caitlyn x vi)

It was a rough day. This whole investigation was exhausting, and everything Caitlyn wanted was to have just a little time for herself and relax. And she finally got it - After a whole day of crawling through pubs in Undercity, she finally got to take a really long shower, brush her hair, and change from working clothes to something much more comfortable and clean. Everything she wanted now was to just lay in bed and make up for all those hours of sleep she lacked because of their investigation.

Or at least she thought so, and had planned to, until the all-too-familiar voice outside her bedroom door.

´Cupcake? Are you in there?´

Caitlyn quickly jumped to the door to let the visitor in. Behind the door, Vi was still there with a noticeably tired look on her face, but when she saw her taller co-worker, she broke into a smile. ´May I come in?´

´Of course, of course! I just didn't expect you…´ Caitlyn breathed out and opened the door for a red-haired woman.

Vi crossed the threshold and looked around the room - she didn't say anything, that is, until the beautiful ceiling of Caitlyn's room caught her eye.

´This is not my first time here, and I'm still fascinated by your ceiling. Deep down there, we can't have anything like this, but I'm sure i would have miss it if I only knew how beautiful that is…' She commented and looked back at Caitlyn.

A blue-haired woman couldn't wait longer and had to ask, ´Why are you here, Vi? I thought that you liked your own room, but it's no problem to change it, really…´ She tried to finish her sentence, but she wasn't successful.

´That's not the reason, Caitlyn.´ Vi used her full name, and it sent a chill down Caitlyn's spine. Of course, she secretly loved the nicknames the red-haired woman gave her, but the way she said her name gave her tingles. ´I want to know why you left so early yesterday.´

Caitlyn shuddered.

Of course she knew why she had left Vi's room so early, she had just made the excuse of being tired and locked herself in her room as soon as she got the chance. She wanted to be alone because she wanted to be all too much with her. With Violet.

Cait breathed in, trying to make up some other reason, but Vi stopped her. ´Don't you dare say you were tired. Don't lie to me, Caitlyn, ever.´

Her full name, again.

´I needed to be alone.´ She finally admitted and maybe this wasn't the full truth, but after all, it was the truth.

´You left because you were afraid you might stay, do something you would regret later?´ Vi took a step towards the other woman, and she gasped. Their faces were only inches apart, and being this close had an unquestionable effect on her.

She said not to lie. ´Yes.´ Caitlyn finally breathed out and fixed her gaze on the ground. But only for a single second, because right then and there she felt the firm grip of Vi's fingers lift her chin and force her to look into her eyes, before the redhead leaned even closer and pressed her lips to hers.

Caitlyn didn't have time to take a breath, but she wouldn't have been able to anyway. This was no easy kiss like she was used to. This one was deep from the start, full of passion and unspoken words that neither of them could articulate.

After a moment, when both of their brains were beginning to suffer from oxygen deprivation, Vi pulled away and looked at Caitlyn, a still confident expression on her face. "Are you lying about this?" she asked, but there was no reply.

For at that moment, who knew if it was because of a brain weakened by lack of oxygen, or the feeling Vi had sparked in her with a single kiss that was so much different, stronger, and better than anything anyone had managed before her, Caitlyn pulled her back into another kiss.

Neither of them had any idea how they had made it to Cait's bed during their lips' contact, but a blush swept through her cheeks when the blue-haired girl looked up at the woman leaning above her. She pulled her even closer and kissed her again, but when Vi hooked her bare arms under her shirt and gripped her tightly around her waist, she gasped into the kiss.

´May I?´ was all the redhead asked, and when she got a positive response, she smiled contentedly and pulled her even closer to her. Who knows how much time passed before Caitlyn realized that she was lying beneath her co-worker in nothing but her underwear, being examined with a hungry gaze that for the first time in her life, was not uncomfortable. On the contrary. It awakened even more desire in her.

´You're beautiful. Not just your body, but you, Cait.´ Redhead sighed and took off my own leather vest and the shirt underneath. Revealing her muscular back and worked out arms after years of being in Stillwater, caused Caitlyn to gasp again and pull her closer to her, giving her the opportunity to unhook her bra and toss it somewhere on the floor.

The blue-haired woman forced herself to reach for the tight sports bra the woman above her was wearing, but she couldn't remove it herself. It earned her a condescending look and when Vi pulled away to do it herself, Caitlyn had to look away. 'I... I've never...' She tried to say something, but Vi put a forefinger to her lips and shook her head.

´It's all right. Just trust me.'´ She whispered to her, her chest already exposed, which made Caitlyn's cheeks flush even more, if that was possible. Vi's breasts were slightly bigger than hers, and in the context of her strong arms and six-pack, they made an impression on her like nothing she'd ever seen before.

Vi kissed the woman beneath her one more time, whereupon she pulled down the last of her underwear that was left on her as well, and Caitlyn just barely resisted the urge to cover herself, to put her legs together, anything.

´Shhh.´ Vi kissed her again and buried her hands in other woman's hair. Caitlyn gasped and tried to pull off her underwear and Vi's as well, but she grabbed her wrist, shaking her head. ´Not today, Cupcake. It's all about you today - trust me, if you just honor me, you'll have a thousand more opportunities to undress me.'´ She smiled, and Caitlyn finally gave herself fully to the woman above her and her touch.

They didn't need words. Caitlyn trusted Vi, and she trusted that if she did anything that made the other woman uncomfortable, she would stop her.

They didn't need words, the closeness and trust between them was enough.

Vi placed light kisses first on the neck of the woman beneath her, but gradually worked her way down, circling her nipples with her tongue and cupping her fingers in her hands. They were the perfect size for this. She smiled and continued to her goosebumped stomach, and when she placed even a soft kiss on it, Caitlyn couldn't help the quiet sigh and arch in her back.

But that was no match for the redhead's gentle but uncompromising push of Caitlyn's knees apart and her hot breath tickling between her legs.

'You, I...' She tried to say something else to Caitlyn, but when Caitlyn's tongue flicked over her pussy lips and then right onto her sensitive little bundle of nerves, she immediately forgot what she was going to say and moaned loudly. She groaned and bit her bottom lip, but earned a disapproving look from Vi for doing so.

'Look into my eyes, Cupcake.' She almost commanded her, but Caitlyn had never been so happy to carry out an order. She allowed herself to be carried away by the caressing tongue in places no one else had been before the red-haired prisoner, losing herself in a sensation that was quite different than when she had done something similar herself.

So much more intense, so much more intimate.

So much better.

´Violet, I…´ She tried to pull Caitlyn away, but the strong arms of the woman with her face buried in her lap held her thighs in place. She fidgeted in place, arching her back, with black spots beginning to form in front of her eyes and an incredibly pleasant emptiness beginning to fill her head.

It took only a few moments for her to climax with the name of the redhead kneeling before her.

It took her a moment to get back to the ground, the length of which she couldn't pinpoint. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours, when she was suddenly absent and only regained consciousness in the arms of the redhead lying beside her. With flushed cheeks, she looked up at Vi, who meanwhile, was giving her a proud look with eyes of a kind of affection she had never seen in anyone before.

She blushed as if there might be more blood in her cheeks, and hid her face in the chest of the woman beside her instead. The woman didn't say anything and just ran her fingertips down her spine as Caitlyn tried to catch her breath and regain her ability to think or say anything.

´Thank you´ was all that came out of her after all.

Violet smiled and pulled her a little closer to her. She whispered in her ear, and a pleasant chill ran down the blue-haired woman's spine.

She would have said something else if her eyes hadn't started to water very quickly. Maybe it was the busy last week, maybe it was the oh-so-pleasant presence of someone else, or maybe it was the newfound peace she had never felt before. There was a void in her mind, but for the first time in her life it was a pleasant void.

´I love you, Vi. I'm sorry if I sound too forced or anything right now, you just tired me out and…´ She tried to defend herself right away, but the redhead squeezed a little tighter to silence her for the moment.

´I love you too, Cait. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.´

Caitlyn could feel sleep coming on, but one question still stayed on her mind.

´Will you stay?´

´As long as you want. I'm not going anywhere, Cupcake. Not anywhere away from you.

#arcane #vi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #league of legends #wlw #wlw ns/fw #smut #lesbian

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❥ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 • general hcs of the ladies using a vibrator on their s.o.

including: vi, sevika, renata, samira, cassandra

— contains: f!reader, mature content, dom/sub undertones, mistress kink, teasing, bondage, use of toys, hints of dub!con, very slight degrading kink, praising kink, lowercase intended.

— a/n: hi guys! i missed posting here so much. i hope you remember me :) it's good to be back. also, this isn't proof read, so excuse any grammar mistakes. love y'all.

𝐕𝐈 ♡

— vi wasn't particularly fond of the idea of toys. your pink haired girlfriend would refer to them as a replacement for the real thing. she was confident that no toy would be able to make you cum as nicely as she did.

— the game changed when she got home from an obnoxiously difficult chase all around zaun. sweat was dripping from her forehead, knuckles busted and bloodied from beating someone else's face to a pulp. she bursted into your shared bedroom, ready to just pounce on you, needing the comfort of your embrace.

— "fuck, cupcake. fucking shit! i am so done, just need yo- the fuck you're doing, huh?"

— the sight of your spread legs and juicy pussy while you fucked yourself with a purple vibrator was not what vi expected to see. your breath was ragged and frantic as you rode the toy like your life depended on it. vi could tell you were close to cumming.

— "vi...vi...need you, vi..."

— your girlfriend shakes her initial shock away with a huff and a side smirk. she chuckles and you feel the mattress dip with her weight and suddenly she's on top of you, her thigh between your legs, applying more pressure to the vibrator, keeping it still and steady as it buzzed inside your walls.

— "such a naughty girl you are, cupcake...you couldn't wait for me, could you? see...since you want to replace me with plastic, i can put it to good use on you, hmm? no, no...shhh. you wanted to cum, right? you'll be cumming all night long..."

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ♡

— sevika's first time trying out a vibrator with you was for punishment. she felt like you were acting out way too much and she needed to fix your little attitude problem.

— "you are fucking up for my attention, aren't you, (y/n)? fine. since you wanna be a little bitch, come here. i am gambling tonight and you are coming with me, sitting on my lap all night long, getting all attention you need. sounds good to you, princess?"

— sevika had an evil gleam behind her eyes and you could feel yourself shivering. perhaps purposely getting on her nerves wasn't a good idea. you gulped and nodded your head.

— before you both leave the house, she abruptly pulls up your skirt and slips her hand under your panties, her mechanical hand groping your tits as she puts her mouth against your ear, chuckling lowly. you whimper as you feel her fingers roughly toying with your clit.

— "you wanted to be a slut so bad, huh? of course, you're such a dumb brat. you're gonna be squirming on my fucking lap all night long, how does that sound? hmm? good? i don't care if you want it or not. let's see if you can keep quiet while my little toy keeps your little pussy entertained. can you imagine, brat? all those eyes on you...being on my lap like my good little pet...cumming, and cumming, and cumming...all over again..."

— as she spoke, sevika slid a bullet vibrator in your panties, feeling sadistic pleasure in how much you squirmed and whimpered. your eyes were wide, pupils dilated as you anticipated the upcoming night.

— "maybe if you behave, i will fuck you rough and good when we come back. now...compose yourself and let's go."

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 ♡

— ms glasc is a giver, as she herself puts it. her pet knows better than anybody else the true generosity of renata glasc. however, her generosity might be one sided...and to put it: torturous.

— renata was working from home at her office and you craved her attention. you could tell by her seemingly short tempered state that renata was irritated and had pent up tension crawling through her every nerve.

— to further her annoyance, you walked into her office for the third time to ask her to come up to your bedroom. you felt needy and all you could think about was the physical attention of your mistress. she put her paperwork down and glared at you like her pink eyes could swallow you whole. it made you clench your thighs, knowing that look better than anybody.

— "greedy little pet wants mistress' attention so badly she can't wait a fucking minute. i told you i am busy and here you are...no, quiet. i didn't say you could speak, now did i? come here. you know i am so generous, darling...come, come sit on my lap."

— you didn't hesitate to obey and skipped to her, sitting on her strong thighs. renata pulled a yelp out of you as she suddenly used one of her hands to spread your thighs, making you straddle one of her thighs.

— "no underwear? hahahaha. is this all you can think about, getting reduced to my little slave toy? is that it? good little pet. now...let's attend your needs, shall we?"

— her hand quickly undid her tie and pulled it out of her neck. she used it to secure your hands tightly behind your back.

— renata pulled down her mask and kissed you on the lips, her hands grabbing your waist, squeezing tightly as her tongue took dominance over yours. you pathetically bucked your hips, attempting to get some friction from the fabric of her fancy pants. once you were out of breath and whimpering like a pathetic slut, she broke the kiss and reached over the drawer, opening it to get the wand vibrator she kept just for you.

— "you like what you see, pet? i know you do. just look at you...hahahaha. you hear it, darling? only the sound of my little toy makes you try to clench your thighs like the little slut you are. you know i love it. i barely fucking touched you and you are already soaking wet. tsk tsk tsk."

— she then pressed it tightly against your clit, the highest setting sending you over the edge as you began moaning and rolling your hips, your whole body shivering and trembling. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as everything was too much...her smell, the intensity of the toy, her lips and tongue all over your neck, the heat of her thigh beneath your core...

— "keep quiet. this is what you wanted. do not he ungrateful to your mistress! you wanted me to pleasure you. you wanted to cum. so you will cum...you will cum, in fact, until i finish my paperwork. now now, enjoy the ride, darling."

𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ♡

— samira was experimental when it came down to intimacies. she was a well travelled bounty hunter and sometimes she'd bring some of her findings to test out in the bedroom with you. in one of her trips around noxus, she found a new magic wand vibrator being sold at a small shop. of course she had to take it home.

— you were in bed with samira on top of you, her hands everywhere on your body as you moaned into her mouth. you've missed her so much and suddenly your wish of killing your lover for disappearing again was gone. all you wanted and needed was her.

— "now, darlin'...ya see there's no need to be mad at me, i always come back home, had to leave in the middle of the night cause duty calls, babe. oh, it was a fifty thousand bounty, it'll be good for us! c'me on, ya know ya can't resist me."

— samira was invested in making you feel good and less mad at her. she went down on you, using her sinful mouth to devour you as nobody could ever do to you. it brought her immense satisfaction to watch you moan and ride her face, chasing your release desperately. she could always make you have mind-blowing orgasms from this.

— "i bought ya a lil somethin', hope ya ain't tired yet, wanna be with ya all night long. i gotta compensate my absence last night, honey."

— when she showed you the vibrator, you bit your bottom lip and whined, begging her to make you feel good. samira licked her lips and positioned herself between your thighs once again.

— "c'me on...my little slut. do ya want this? then spread ya fuckin' legs for me. good girl. now beg for it."

— once samira was satisfied with all your neediness and begging, she chuckled and pressed the head of the wand against your core, doing circular movements, making you feel the vibrations all over. you moaned and arched your back, mouth open as a string of drawn out whimpers and cries fell. you were so sensitive with her previous actions and now this...it was pleasingly too much.

— just as you felt as it couldn't get any more overwhelming, samira stilled the vibrator, keeping it right against your clit as her skilful fingers slid into your dripping pussy, fucking you fast and hard. she laughed out loud as you nearly became undone beneath her, screaming and trying to unconsciously squirm away. "please", "samira", "i am gonna cum", were the only words your brain was capable of forming.

— "awww, ya gonna cum so fast, are ya? told ya, sweets...ya can't stay mad at me, nobody's ever gonna give ya a good fuckin' like i do. your body is mine. ya are mine. all fuckin' mine..."

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 ♡

— cassandra is an elegant woman. she is known for her perfect and schooled posture under any situation. that particular trait turned her into the most cruel tease when she desired to.

— she's had a stressful day at the council and an evening filled with pointless meetings when all she wanted was to come home to her lover. as she finally walked into the bedroom, she offered you a gentle smile as you were laying in bed, waiting for her.

— "oh, hello, my darling. how was your day? good, good. mine? well, tiring. i couldn't wait to come home. i missed you. come, give me a kiss...oh...help me relax, you say? what will you do? ah, anything i want! well, i know something i want..."

— cassandra had you completely stripped for her. your hands were tied to the headboard and your feet were tied spread on the posts. you flustered as this position made you completely exposed to her, your eyes trembling a bit from the shame. the older woman grinned and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

— "you are so gorgeous. i will be watching you, kitten. you are such a good pet...always so willing to please. i will reward you properly."

— you sucked in a breath when you felt the head of the wand vibrator pressed against your folds. cassandra then pulled out her scarf and used it to secure the toy around your thigh. then her slender, gloved fingers came to spread your lips, adjusting it so it was right against your clit. the cold breeze fanning your core was enough to pull a needy whimper out of you.

— "let's turn it on, kitten. you like it, i know you do. that's it, there you go. should we put it on high? no? that's too bad. oooh, there you go. look at you...you can squirm all you want, you can't escape those vibrations, getting your little pussy all wet and ready for mistress."

— cassandra likes sitting on her chair from across the room, drinking her wine as she watches you beg and cum over and over again. her little smirk, dark eyes and dominant presence turns everything worse for you. if you are lucky enough, she'll show you some mercy and join you once she finishes.

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‘TIL I CRY ! . . . vi if you lie down with me — lana del rey

SYNOPSIS ! — brainrot + “ make it fit ”. PAIRING ! — violet x fem!reader CONTENT ! — porn w/ literally no plot smut ! — dom!vi , fingering , dacryphilia , sex toy (strap) , virgin/inexperienced r? , spit

PENT UP WAS an understatement. she was basically torturing you and you had no say, her argument being that she needed to get you ready, don’t wanna hurt you, baby. but you knew her too well, she just wanted to tease you until you broke.

and oh, you were breaking.

tears leaked from your eyes, pooling by your ears as you clawed at the bedsheets beneath you, trying to restrain from thrashing your hips or grabbing at the woman between your legs— where she had been for the past hour or so. “vi…”

her mouth unlatched from you, grey eyes almost innocently staring up at you from where she lay. she hummed as a reply, pressing kisses to your trembling thighs and ghosting one over your swollen clit.

“please, i can’t—“ a sob left your bitten lips, a sound that almost made vi feel bad for you. almost. “i need you…”

she cooed, her big hands smoothing over the skin of your stomach where they rested. “oh, baby, you have me.” your head rolled to the side as you whined in frustration, “you know what— what i mean.”

she knew exactly what you meant, and yes she wanted to give it to you, but where was the fun in that?

your hands shook as they found hers, trying to find some comfort for yourself, yet she couldn’t find the guilt you were so desperate for her to. actually, she was very amused. “why don’t you tell me, hmm?”

she unraveled her fingers from yours, another sob emitting from you after she did. her thumb went down to toy with you, sparks of almost painful pleasure shooting through you as she planted kisses up your body, reaching your mouth.

you didn’t even have it in you to kiss back, too push trying to hold back your cries of frustration and overstimulation as you bucked your hips up into her hand. “please…”

she sighed, pulling back to rest on her knees to really take you in. her palm cupped your cunt, letting you lazily hump it as she scooted closer, the corner of her lips pulling up when she moved her hand causing you to groan.

a line of spit fell onto your heat, making you shiver, taking the silicone hanging on her hips and swiping the tip through your wetness. she huffed, slightly shaking her head “i don’t know, baby,”

“w-what? don’t know what?” you were frantic at this point, incredibly desperate for her to just fuck you. you watched as she made an attempt to push the silicone in for the first time… but there seemed to be too much resistance.

she grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer, rubbing your slick over your cunt and sliding her fingers back inside. she didn’t wanna hurt you, but you could barely take her digits. “i don’t know if it’ll fit.”

you bucked your hips up into her again, pulling her down to you, faces so close that your lips touched as you spoke. “make it fit.”

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Better Boyfriend

Vi x f!Reader | Modern AU | NSFW +18 | wc: 3.8k | After your current boyfriend cheats on you, Vi decides to leave the party with you and keep you all to herself for the night, doing all the things he never sufficed to complete.

Warnings: mention of smoking, alcohol, fingering, oral, thigh riding, praising, back-scratching, hickeys.

A/N: FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING FOR VI. I love her okay? And 'boyfriend' by Dove Cameron made me do this. I'll post something for Viktor next week. Anyway, enjoy in horny jail <3

It would be a lie to say you didn't see it coming. You were a magnet for jerks, too many heartbreaks leading on fantasizing about the bare minimum anyone could do for you. This time seemed a bit different, not because you didn't expect a break-up, but because he wasn't the one you wanted to hold dear.

You didn't notice it at first, but someone else sure did.

No heartbreak shook you, just the empty feeling of disloyalty and betrayal implanted deep inside your chest. Fidelity and devotion were qualities you valued: broken trust meant cutting ties.

Music echoed through the wall you laid against, volume loud enough for you to listen clearly from the second floor of the house. You would be down there, dancing and having the time of your life if you hadn't caught your boyfriend shoving his hands down another girl's skirt, making out on the dancefloor.

You chuckled in irony, amused by your intuition predicting how things would pan out. However, that empty feeling stayed, and you hated it.

You didn't smoke often, yet it was the only distraction you could come up with. Cigarette between your fingers while searching in your pockets for a lighter, disappointed by not finding any. Your now-ex didn't have one either, he never did anyway, and you didn't intend on going back to the first floor to borrow one.

Your disappointed sigh got lost by the music as you rested your head back on the wall and placed the cig between your lips, eyes closed while trying to send your thoughts away.

Somehow, you successfully stopped thinking about him when you felt someone leaning beside you.

"Hey cupcake, need a light?"

An unconscious smile appeared on your lips when you heard her voice, finding her closer than you thought when your eyes opened. The flame from the light glowing on her icy iris as she smirked. You replied with a knowing look, leaning until the cigarette's tip touched the fire, eyes never leaving hers as you inhaled a bit of smoke.

"Thanks, Vi."

Vi was sure something, catching your eye in the university's hallways more times than you'd admit. You met through mutual friends, yet the subtle glances you shared never seemed to be noticed by anyone but you; although neither could do much about it since whenever she was single, you were already dating someone and vice-versa. Regardless, you got to know the other better, fun complicity blossoming between you both.

She saw you take another puff before speaking again.

"Mind sharing?"

You arched a brow. "I thought you didn't like smoking. What changed your mind?"

She shrugged as her hand reached for the cig.

"There's a first time for everything."

You never saw her smoke before, but the unbothered look on her face as smoke escaped her mouth became one of your favorites. She tapped the ashes when finished like she'd done it before, locking eyes with you again.

"Yeah, this shit is not for me," the lightly disgusted grin she made sure was new for you as well.

"Then give it back!" you laughed as she handed you the cig, mimicking your laugh.

Her hair shook a bit when she scanned the room, confused.

"Where's this boyfriend of yours anyway? He's always glued to you."

Her eyes gave you a worried look when you didn't reply, nervously fidgeting with the cigarette between your fingers before breathing it in again. She knew you enough to guess what had happened.

"He's down there, isn't he?" You were caught off guard by the anger hidden in her voice, an irked tone underneath each word. Her bandaged hands turned to fists by instinct. "Come with me."

You would've asked where if she hadn't dragged you down back to the first floor, almost sprinting. Her hand intertwined with yours guided both through the thick sea of people dancing until your ex appeared in sight, making Vi curse under her breath when she saw him still kissing this other girl. She didn't waste any time and pulled him back by the shoulder, punching him right in the nose before he could complain, slamming him to the floor.

"Vi!" you yelled above the music as she shook a bit of blood off her knuckles. Everyone present couldn't help but giggle and whisper how good of a punch that was. You nervously chuckled along, glad everyone agreed he deserved it.

Vi turned back to face you, the grip on your hand softly tightening. You expected a cold gaze from what just happened, but the playful smile she gave you was enough to take your breath away.

"Wanna leave this place?" A mischievous spark lit inside her eyes, playfully captivating to yours.

Your eyes replied with the same emotion. "You don't even have to ask."

Her smirk made you smile back, ready to go to the door.

"Where the hell do you think you're going with my girlfriend?"

Her thick eyebrows frowned as she turned back, looking down at your wounded ex, who bluntly wiped the blood from his nose. She would have laid another punch aimed to his eye, but tonight time was worth more than gold.

"You lost the pleasure to call her yours, asshole."

You saw her motorcycle parked right in front of the house. Vi sat on its seat and threw you the only helmet she had, which almost slipped from your hands when you caught it.

"Are you sobber?" you asked her while accommodating the helmet on your head, it fitting quite loose.

The bike roared along her smirk appeared. "Completely, angel. So, am I taking you to your place?"

"No!" perhaps it was the lonely feeling inside your chest that made your tone almost beg, so you regained the lost composture. "I... forgot my keys."

Bulshit, you just needed an excuse to stay near her. She saw through your lies but kept a quiet smile; she knew you better than you gave her credit for and didn't plan on leaving you alone tonight.

"My place then?"

You nodded as you walked towards her, sitting right behind her. You planned to hold onto the back of the motorbike, but your plans changed when Vi grabbed your wrists from behind her, wrapping them around her waist.

Her cocky smirk appeared as your arms pulled you to her, the leather from her red jacket warmingly welcoming your touch.

"You might wanna hold on tight, angel," she warned, leaning towards the handle as the motor roared harder.

"What do you mean by tha—"

A high-pitched yell scraped your throat when Vi drove off at full speed, her laughter echoing on the empty streets and fading amidst the night as she felt your arms hugging her for dear life. You weren't used to experiencing adrenaline, not because you hated it, but because the chance to didn't strike often; but your heart racing alongside hers and the shot of joy spreading from your veins and showing in the form of cheerful howl as the street lights passed by in a blur... Damn, it was addictive.

Her apartment wasn't far from the party, so you arrived within minutes. The place was rather small, enough for a college student to live in, but cozier and warmer than imagined.

"Wanna wait for me in my room? I tell you, the couch is not comfortable," she said as she unraveled her bloody bandages.

The bedroom door was right in front of the kitchen, so you had no problem finding it. A lamp lit the room from the nightstand as you sat right at the edge of the bed, surprised at how soft the black bedspread was. Through the door, you saw her hands stretching at twitching once the bandages were off, which made you frown.

"You got hurt?"

"From throwing a punch? I'm not that weak, angel." She cocked a brow in your direction as she opened one of the kitchen cabinets. "Down for a drink?" She approached you and sat next to you, tequila bottle in hand and two shot glasses in the other.

You chuckled. "You don't drink at parties but here, huh?"

She poured the two glasses full, icy eyes piercing yours kindly as she grinned proudly.

"Well, I only do when my companion is worth the shot."

You grabbed the shot from her hand, eyes still locked while you chugged it down, blaming the burning feeling of your cheeks on the alcohol and not on her words. She seconded you and refilled both glasses again.

"So, wanna talk about what happened back there?" She looked concerned, knowing what getting cheated on felt like from past relationships.

You adored the warmth inside her eyes as she asked. She genuinely cared about how you felt, making your heart heavy.

"Is there anything left?" Your fingers carefully played around the shot in your hand, eyes glued to the floor. "You saw it yourself, sorry for making you cause a scene."

She chuckled at your response, "To be fair, I wanted to punch the bastard long ago."

Your frowned, confused. Vi didn't know him at all and never really got to talk to him at campus, just rolled her eyes whenever she saw you two together.

"Why?"

She discreetly scratched the back of her neck, no reply coming from her mouth as she chugged her drink down instead.

"Are you hurt?" She still avoided your question.

"Disappointed, not hurt tho. I'm aware he wasn't big of a deal."

Her icy eyes beamed intrigued, raising her scared brow as her hand carefully reached for yours, her warm familiar touch was softer than you remembered. When was the last time you held hands?

"Then why did you keep dating him?"

Yeah, why did you keep dating him?

Maybe because Vi was already dating someone else —who she broke up with a week after, perhaps you hoped her reactions when she saw you two together existed out of jealousy, or you just wanted the feelings for her to go away since you couldn't have her.

However, you just drank another shot. No reply came from your lips, just a sufficient smile that left Vi's mind wandering.

"Was he at least a good lay?" She mockingly asked.

"Oh, fuck no." You laughed under your breath, not realizing how fast you answered. "He's just like the rest of the people I've dated."

That seemed to pique Vi's interest, especially after your hand kindly stroked hers and your head fell atop her shoulder. Having you right next to her sure was making her mind a mess. She put both your hands on her lap, rubbing the back of yours with her thumb.

"So, none of your partners ever made you cum, cupcake?"

You shook your head, aware you would probably regret getting all talkative after drinking. "All of them cared more about their own pleasure, they forgot mine was also important." You left out a heavy sigh, subtly rubbing your cheek on her red jacket. "The good part is I become a master at faking it."

"That's not how it's supposed to be, (Y/N)."

Her voice was low but assertive, the mention of your real name took you by surprise since Vi had a fixation on calling you by different nicknames.

Pet names, almost.

Her hand grabbed your chin, making your face her. Blue eyes scanned your face as she pulled you close. Your foreheads touched just enough for you to appreciate all of her features: from the scar on her eyebrow to the tattoos on her face and neck... and that damn scar decorating her upper lip.

She gave you time to pull away, to escape if you wanted. But it was Vi, you would never pull away if it came to her.

"Wanna hear a secret, cupcake?" Her thumb traveled from your chin to your lower lip, gently pressing it down as you nodded, unable to speak. "I could be a better boyfriend than him."

Her lips almost brushing yours were all you could think about, eyes darkened looking right at yours, catching your view on her lips.

"Fuck, I could be better than all of those fuckers. I'd do the shit they never did." Her nose nuzzled yours, smiling when she noticed your breathing getting heavier. "I wouldn't quit until I had you begging for more, sure, that's if you let me."

Your eyes glued to hers, daring and honest, expecting for your consent to proceed. The all-mighty Vi, who did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, awaiting permission from the girl that drove her insane since day one.

"You think you have enough stamina for that?" you teasingly asked, aware of the answer.

"I think I can handle you, hot stuff. I'm a boxer..." Her hand dropped to the back of your neck, playing with the hair he could reach. "My fists aren't the only thing I know how to use."

"Then show me."

Anyone would have laughed if you told them Vi followed someone's orders, you would have even. But any possible laugh died on her lips as she devoured yours. She tasted like tequila and danger, you noticed it from her smug smile whenever your lips parted, just collide them back together. It was roughly soft, something you both were dying to taste for longer than you could put into words.

She froze for a second when you took control of the situation, sitting on her lap and hugging her waist with your thighs, letting her witness the heat that burned inside your body from beneath your skirt; but she didn't fall far behind. A dense gasp left your mouth when her teeth grazed your lower lip, generously bitting it after.

"What's the hurry, angel?" Her hands slipped under your shirt, the temperature difference delightedly contrasting on the skin of your back as her fingertips and nails skimmed it up and down, glad to notice you weren't wearing a bra. "I thought I'd be the impatient one."

"That wouldn't be new."

Your fingertips traveled from the side of her face to her neck, tracing the tattoos that continued down her back and arms, hidden by her clothes. You got to view them shortly once at the gym and wondered what the big picture would look like ever since.

"Wanna see the rest?" Her eyes yearned for your all, impatient as she's always been whit the things she desired.

You replied by sliding her jacket down her arms, throwing it to a corner of the room to follow the paths of tattoos down her arms. All those hours she spent practicing and competing at the ring sure paid off.

Her smug smile appeared as she helped you remove her white shirt as well, revealing more of the black ink and a chest covered in bandages just like her hands were before. You would have unraveled them if Vi didn't switch positions, hands on your hips as she turned your back to the bed, calmly crawling atop your physique.

"Trust me, (Y/N). I'd love you to undress me completely. But tonight is about you and only you." Her nose brushed the crook of your neck before a kiss in the spot made you shiver. "We'll have another night for me later. okay?"

No time for a reply was allowed when she took your shirt off, almost ripping it from your body, followed by her pants, leaving her in underwear and bandages only. Her eyes wandered all over your exposed torso, admiring every single part of you: the way your uneven breathing made your breast tremble, the wet path of kisses glistening on your neck down to your collarbone, how your still-on skirt hugged your wist as it rode up your thighs...

"You're beautiful," she whispered breathless, one hand right beside your face as the other helped her take off your skirt and remaining clothing. Such tenderness never showed inside her eyes until now, hypnotized by the sight of your now naked self underneath her, "I mean it, every part of you."

Your hand caressed her cheek as she lowered her face to yours, brushing her 'VI' tattoo with your thumb. "You'll make me fall deeper for you."

She guided your hand to her lips, placing a kiss on your palm, then the inside of your wrist. "I better, (Y/N). I fell long ago."

Her lips took possession of your flesh once again, kissing and sucking every part they found, leaving red marks on your neck down your cleavage that screamed you were hers. Her mouth stopped on one of your breasts, tongue circling your nipple as her hand fondled the other, her big palm from fighting and callous fingers from fighting, somehow soft going over your flesh, stroking it as she enjoyed the faltering panting you tried to keep to yourself.

Yet she wanted to set them free.

Her free hands brushed your belly and slid slowly between your thighs, flattered to find you dripping wet by her caresses. Your cheeks burned when you noticed, you didn't remember anyone who could get such a reaction from your body, but Vi's touch felt like burning heaven.

"Pretty receptive, I see." She smiled proudly, her fringers generously tempting your entrance.

A whimper escaped your lips as she continued her teasing, barely grazing your pussy for a couple of seconds before inserting one finger, taking advantage of how lubricated you were already, followed by another finger curling up inside you. It felt nothing like touching yourself, it was livelier, more intense. You couldn't help but moan to her touch, hands clenching to the sheets as your legs opened slowly to give her more access.

"You sound so sweet," Vi teased.

"Shut up."

Make me was the response you expected, but her mind plotted something different. You wanted her mouth shut? As you wish. Mischief bloomed in her eyes as she carefully put your legs over her shoulders and buried her mouth in your dripping cunt.

Your brain stopped functioning there.

She knew what she was doing, fuck. She really did.

Her mouth ate you out masterfully, tongue swirling around your pussy, sucking onto your clit while her fingers fucked you skilled, taking a fancy on hitting and curling them on that soft sweet spot that drove you crazy.

Your eyes rolled blank and your back arched to her pace, toes curling as she continued. She loved the view you gifted her, all control lost out of the window while your hands clutched to her hair and your thighs trembled around her head, mouth ajar, 'more' being the only coherent word you could form in between panting and whining delighted by her attention.

Your reactions were getting to her, aroused like never before, and Vi promised herself you both could enjoy many other nights you could return the pleasure she was giving you.

"Vi, please. I'm close," you cried, yearning for the orgasm that trained up inside you, waiting to be released.

"Keep calling my name, (Y/N)." Her words vibrated on your clit before she withdrew her mouth from you, replacing her tongue with her tumb, delighted by your louder begging. "I wanna hear you."

Your arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her to you as her fingers hustled inside, her lips barely brushing yours.

"Vi," you moaned, planning to keep going before her lips covered yours briefly. The sight of your eyes darkened by desire drove her mad.

"Cum for me."

Your body obeyed instantly, coming undone on her fingers, mumbling her name again. Vi hissed delighted by the sudden scratching on her back as you climaxed, right above her bandages; she didn't take you for one to enjoy it but smirked at the confirmation, kissing your forehead and waiting for your breathing to even as you still enjoyed the shadow of your orgasm.

Fuck, she was better than anyone.

She sat down and helped your —now— weak self get on top, her strong thigh in between your legs. The lovely overwhelming warmth of your skin atop hers provided comfort neither of you experimented often, but gladly could make it a habit.

"Tired already, angel?" she asked, cupping your face with her hand. You shook your head, sure you could continue for a while. "Then is your turn to take action."

Her thigh made you shiver as she brushed your already stimulated cunt, hands on your waist to help you move and grind as you pleased.

"You have no idea how many times I wished you were mine," she whispered as your hips move, your face hidden on the crook of her neck where your moaning died as you kissed all over it, "how I wanted to steal you from him, kiss you. God, you were all I could think about."

Your hips riding her thigh, constantly rubbing your most perceptive spots as she praised you made your mind hazy, only able to think about how good you were feeling from everything she gave you.

Vi didn't stand behind: your image lost in the thrill as you rubbed and moved your hips on it was more than enough to please her.

"I'm here now," you let out, arms around her neck and kindly scratching down her back as you continued, "yours completely."

You didn't notice the subtle blush on her cheeks, but the sound of her gentle laugh drove you to the edge. She noticed, of course, by your movements getting faster and your uneven gasps,

So you found her voice alluring, huh?.

"You're doing so good." her grip tightened around your waist, following the pace you marked. "You can't imagine how much I adore you."

You bit her neck and sucked gently when the orgasm overcame you, causing a hickey you knew you'd wear proudly, legs around her waist as she hugged you back, reminding you how good you were for her. You kissed her lips once again before your eyes started closing.

Vi chuckled. "Don't worry, cupcake. We'll work on your stamina later."

You woke up inside her muscular arms as her head rested on your chest. You never saw her as calm as when she slept, the though facade vanishing, physically exposing her kind heart in her sleep. Carefully, you escaped her embrace and got out of bed, looking for some clothes to put on in the mess you made in her room. You found your underwear, but none of your clothes was near to be found.

But Vi's red jacket was, and curiosity took the best of you.

You put it on quickly, staring at your reflection on the full-length mirror she had in her room. The scent of leather completely overshadowed by her own perfume on top. It felt good, comfortable even, just like the embrace you got out of.

Luckily you felt her strong arms wrapping you from behind as her chin rested on your shoulder, admiring your reflection wearing his favorite piece of clothing.

"Morning, cupcake. Told you my clothes would fit."

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bts jungkook - sex after date

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader

genre: smut

warning: 18+ (light bdsm)

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Jungkook pressed his lips to yours and scooped you into his arms as if you weighed no more than a feather. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, coming even closer to him and only parting your lips just as you were both running out of oxygen. ´I want you, Y/N.´ He whispered as if asking for permission, but you were unable to do anything more than mumble and reach for more through the deep breaths between kisses. 'No no no, I need to hear it in words, yes, babygirl?' 'I want you too. I want you too, daddy.'

As if that last word changed something in Jungkook, his pupils suddenly widened and in a few quick steps, you made your way from the wall next to the bedroom door to the bed where he practically threw you on top of you. You weren't able to resist the kisses he placed on your lips first but then moved on to your neck and chest. ´My little slutty girl.´ He whispered and in one smooth movement, he unzipped your dress so he could gather it up to your waist and get to the lacy bra you wore today just for him.

'You're so beautiful to me - just to me.' He whispered again, you could hear him speaking in a much deeper voice than normal now. He kissed your belly button and you arched your back. Every touch of his lips to your skin seemed to send hundreds of tiny needles all over your body - the pleasant tingling left you to do nothing but squirm and sigh softly, which you tried to stifle by biting your bottom lip.

'Jungkook…' You breathed out and tried to pull him closer to you, but instead, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the mattress. With a slight smirk, he slid your dress down to your ankles with his free hand and gazed at your entire body, now covered only by a piece of tiny lacy underwear. 'You are so beautiful. Perfect.' He repeated again and this time he kissed you on the lips before trailing two fingers from your lingeries. You stared at him and couldn't help but bite your lip almost to the point of blood - the gentle movements on your sweet spot were driving you crazy, but he just smiled slightly. 'So wet, huh? And I haven't started anything yet.'

You loved the way Jungkook was talking to you and right now your brain was just as occupied with all the pleasure he was giving you. with your movements. Unable to answer him, you felt yourself getting close to the edge when he suddenly stopped. You let out a disappointed breath but he just smiled. 'Be patient, babygirl.'

He let go of your hands and stood up, still pulling your lacy underwear down to your ankles - now he could look at you, you were completely exposed to him and he was still fully dressed in the white suit from the fancy dinner he took you to earlier today one of the most expensive restaurants in your neighborhood. You resisted the temptation to cover yourself, his hungry gaze was driving you crazy, but you knew you couldn't - otherwise, you would be punished. Jungkook loved just looking at you, driving you crazy.

'Please, just finally take me.' You only whispered as you couldn't stand his gaze on your naked body buried in the covers as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. 'Kind of impatient, huh?' Jungkook smiled, but then quickly removed his shirt from his shoulders and pulled down his pants with his boxers underneath. Your gaze seemed to drift down on him on its own, but you quickly blushed and looked at the wall, biting your lip again.

'Even after such a long time you are still blushing. You're adorable, babygirl.' Jungkook laughed and then finally leaned over you and gave you a few more quick kisses, this time on your nipples, making you gasp again. Then he just directed his pride towards your entrance and immediately you felt him fill you up.

You were grateful that he gave you a moment to get used to it before he made a few shallow movements followed by only hard thrusts into you. You moaned and tried to pull him closer to you, running your fingers into his hair, but he just grabbed your wrists again and pinned your hands above your head before increasing the force of his thrusts.

Jungkook's thrusts made you slowly reach the peak, but always, just a moment before, he either stopped or changed the angle of thrusts with a small smirk. You moaned in displeasure as he did it again - as if he really enjoyed it that much. ´Daddy, please, let me cum.´ You begged desperately and you already felt like you could finally climax when he stopped. 'My sweet girl. Do you think you deserve it?'He only asked and you could only nod at him.

For a while, he still looked like he was enjoying denying you an orgasm, but when you pulled him into a kiss, he was already thrusting at the same angle in a regular rhythm. 'Daddy, I…' You breathed out - I didn't want to climax without his consent. You couldn't, otherwise, the punishment would come.

'You can, babygirl.' He only allowed you and at that moment you reached your climax - your eyes went dark and you could only perceive from afar how Jungkook moaned at the sight of your writhing body and after a few more jerking thrusts he also came over the edge . You slowly brought your mind back to earth as you felt his gentle touches on your body, the blanket he covered you with and his arms pulling you close to him. Your eyes started to glaze over, this whole thing may have seemed like a short moment, but it seemed to completely drain you. And at the same time, you knew that with Jungkook, it's never just a moment.

Goodnight, baby girl. I love you.' Jungkook just whispered in your ear. ´I love you more.´ You only managed to exhale quietly and then, in the arms of the person you loved the most in the whole world, you fell into the world of dreams.

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bts jungkook ff - splintered heart (part 3)

introduction: you start a new high school and meet one guy who changes your life forever

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"Mom, I'm home!" I shouted under the stairs, put my shoes in the shoe rack and ran into my room, I turned the lock on the door and sat on the bed. Inhale, exhale.

I was really upset about it, but I thought it would just be done. I can't be in love with him. It just doesn't work.

That's how I convinced myself, but in the end I gave up and pulled out my phone, started scrolling through Instagram and tried to get some mental peace - although I didn't consider it a state where I scrolled through Instagram, and I was high at that moment she coughed and continued looking at the photos.

Unfortunately, it wasn't even what I wanted so much and what would have led me to other myalshenkas - they kept coming back to that mysterious one. and so I decided to improve my mood by flying into nature, into the slingshot, because that was usually what calmed me down. Green color around, clean air.

I opened the closet and finally fished out a pair of light colored jeans with a higher waist, a white crop top that looked like it was knitted from fine wool, but was still made of a really comfortable material. I let my hair down and put my phone and a five dollar bill in my pocket in case I wanted to buy something, although I wasn't thinking about it.

“Can I go to the park please?” I walked into the living room and smiled at my mother who was sitting on the couch reading a magazine.

“Sure, honey. Are you dating anyone?” she asked me and it was the only time she raised her eyebrows slightly, smiled and looked up from the pages to me.

"No, mom, alone." I smiled and with a silent goodbye on my lips, I put on my white Adidas sneakers, hid the keys in the other pocket of the banknote and left the house.

I walked along the sidewalks for a while, until we got to the crosswalk, which I turned green and was finally in the park, where I was heading from the beginning. I walked for a while along the well-trodden, pebble-strewn paths until we reached somewhere in the middle, where there weren't many people, where I sat down on a bench and looked ahead.

I finally managed to free my mind from those unpleasant thoughts that I condemned myself and breathe deeply. When suddenly I heard some unnatural sounds.

I got up from the bench and looked around - they definitely didn't look cheerful. It seemed more like someone was fighting someone. although I didn't want to get involved in unpleasant situations when I had the opportunity to rest, but in the end I couldn't and she went after the sound.

I searched for a while, not sure, but finally I saw a strange scenery behind one of the older ivy-covered walls.

The very one who had saved me from falling today was lying on the ground, and around him stood four strange, certainly not pleasant, tattooed thugs, who dealt him one blow after another.

My breath caught in my throat, but I finally turned around - apparently they hadn't noticed me yet. I thought about whether it would be better to stay in hiding, to sleep and thus help myself from an unpleasant problem, or to help him. but I wanted to at least slightly change the debt I had with him, so I stood up vigorously and reached them.

"Leave him!" I ran between them, knelt down next to my healer on the ground and stopped the others with a hand gesture.

"This whore…" one cursed and I winced. I really didn't like it when someone was rude. And when he was swearing at me.

"Please, this isn't normal!" I breathed out, trying to make my voice more desperate than fear. I rested my head on the bed and looked at the others.

"I'll give you, you…" she lunged at me and I, although I really tried to squirm away, was pulled to my feet and held tightly, she twisted my arms behind my back and pressed me to her. He stank badly, she tried I didn't notice it, but it stung my nose so much and it was hard to breathe that I coughed.

"One of your whores again, Jeon?" he asked my savior and I finally knew his name at least. Jeon. But still, I was horrified, even more than before - somehow I knew the man was telling the truth and that I was definitely sorry.

"Leave her alone, Jordan!" Jeon suddenly yelled and I looked at him - why is he even trying to help me when he doesn't even have a good reason to? That was one of the things I really didn't understand.

"Otherwise what?" he laughed and I tried to squirm out of his grip, but instead he tightens it until I feel like he's going to crush my arm with his extremely strong grip.

"Otherwise I'll beat you up!" he suddenly stood up and I saw how he suddenly rose from the ground and despite a torn lip and several other cuts and bruises all over his body that were just starting to color.

"I'll see you again." the supposed Jordan suddenly whispered in my ear and threw me forward. I couldn't keep my stability, so I just tripped and fell. I was already preparing to make contact with the hard cobblestones, but luckily he caught me and helped me up.

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bts jungkook ff - splintered heart (part 2)

introduction: you start a new high school and meet one guy who changes your life forever

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I nodded my head slightly, didn't ask any more questions - I felt it wasn't the best idea - and smiled. She turned her gaze to the class in front of the blackboard and tried to listen at least a little, but somehow I wasn't up to it. I then welcomed the bell ringing to announce the end of the first day of school with figuratively open arms and grabbed my backpack.

I headed for the door, not even in the mood to say goodbye, just nodded slightly to my roommate. I ran out into the corridor and headed for the stairs. My main thought was to catch the bus that was leaving in five minutes. I didn't have much time, but if I ran down the stairs quickly, I would definitely make it. Or at least I thought so.

I was already at the stairs when I bumped into some blond guy and because he, unlike me, stood firmly in place with his legs crossed and himself unmoved. I flew up to the railing and crashed into it, an unpleasant pain shot through my back. But alas, that was not all that happened to me.

In some mysterious and not very pleasant way, I flew over the railing, and if I hadn't caught myself with my hands, I would definitely have been lying at the bottom of the stairs a long time ago, pretty broken after falling from at least six meters - that's how high the stairs were.

I gripped my hands tightly and it felt like the whole world stopped around me, there was only me, fighting for my life, for my future, everything depending on whether I could hold on. But I really didn't have a lot of strength, after a few moments my hands were in excruciating pain, especially after three attempts, doomed in advance to failure, to get back up.

I was already coming to terms with a ruined future, which I would have to spend in a wheelchair when I felt strong arms around my waist, which suddenly began to pull me up. I tried to help it, and when I finally, thank God, stood back on the solid tiles, I looked at the tattooed arms that were slowly being pulled away from me and then looked up to see the face of my savior as well.

The face of the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, but I didn't want to think too much about it - but still, the black hair and the piercing gave him something that made me feel butterflies in my stomach just looking at him. And an amused smile played on his lips, maybe even a little angry, with a glimmer of care, which, however, disappeared after a few hundredths of a second.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked me and I just nodded slightly and looked down at the ground, my cheeks turning a purple hue.

"Yes. I… thank you." I blurted out, but didn't dare look up.

"Then don't thank me and be careful next time." he smirked and left me. I just watched for a while, fascinated and perhaps a little disappointed (although I tried to hide it as much as possible). But then I pulled myself together and slowly, carefully she walked down the stairs with a step.And the fact that I was definitely not going to catch the bus we were trying so hard to catch didn't bother me so much.

And so I shuffled up to the stop, just as quickly as my foot could pass and sat on a bench, looking ahead and observing how different colored cars, city and long-distance buses, trucks and actually all means of transport drive along the road. My bus wasn't due until seventeen minutes, so I had plenty of time to think.

Unfortunately, although I didn't want it, my thoughts kept coming back to my savior, whose name I didn't even know - and didn't even want to guess, a beautiful name for sure. To his emerald eyes, to his curls on his head, to his lips. How do they taste?

We shouted to each other, very forcefully - I couldn't think about this, after all, I had only seen him once, only once in my life. It seemed strange, depraved - yet, just thinking about him, I felt the flapping of butterfly wings in my lower abdomen. But I finally got on board, and time flew by unexpectedly quickly.

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bts jungkook ff - splintered heart (part 1)

introduction: you start a new high school and meet one guy who changes your life forever

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I smiled slightly and threw my older red backpack on my back, which had a pendant in the shape of a raven-haired dorm eagle from Harry Potter. However, the textbooks that I had already received on the empty days were lying on the table - no one wanted them on the first day of school anyway, and besides, I expected that some textbooks would be added.

Yes, I was starting a new school because I was accepted on the basis of the entrance exams, to the second year. All in all, it was very confusing, but I was happy, I got to a more distant high school, but one where I always wanted to go - with extended teaching of history and especially literature.

I didn't have to say goodbye to my mother or father, they were both already at work anyway - they left together a while ago, they work in companies only five minutes' walk away from each other. And I locked our house and walked across the modest garden to the creaking gate, which opened with a soft creak and released me onto the sidewalk that led to the bus stop a block away from our house.

When I finally got there, I sat down on one of the seats about in the middle, took out my mobile phone and put on wireless headphones and listened to the tunes of songs that gave me courage in my not-so-easy situation - I had to transfer to a new school, meet new people. We didn't have to be that nerd anymore, I could start a new life. But I didn't know if I was ready for it.

However, I was saved from these considerations by the stop at which I was supposed to get off. I didn't want to be late on the first day of school, after all, first impressions are very important.

As I got out and headed towards the huge building with the big sign announcing that this was a high school, specifically a high school, my heart sank. After all, in all those clichéd movies, although we have seen very few of them, but mainly in those books that we have read so much, the parents took their child to the director's office. They were here with him, at least one of them. But I - I was here alone. Completely alone.

I took a deep breath and entered the school through the threshold. I saw a staircase that split into two smaller ones, and according to the signs, I reached the door of the director's office. Mrs. Blackwood.

I knocked and waited, took a step further, and when the invitation to enter was heard, I pressed the handle, opened the door and stopped in the doorway - the principal's office was a smaller room, with many framed diplomas on the walls. A blonde, not very old lady was sitting behind the table in an older chair. She was definitely like that at the age of the parents of our generation.

"Hello Mrs. Blackwood" I greeted sheepishly and when she gave me a slight smile I bowed my head and tried to smile too, but I was pretty sure I didn't do it very well. I was so scared of the future , rejection.

"Hello miss…" she nodded to the single chair in front of her desk and I introduced myself in a low voice. "Y/N/."

“Very well, sit down.” she smiled at me and I complied, looking at her for a moment and straightening up as she began to speak.

"Welcome to our school. We have a recommendation from the last one, you are said to be a very good student, so I hope you will not disappoint my expectations. Your classroom is right on this floor, down the corridor to the left, you will definitely recognize it by the sign on the door. I will come with you to introduce you to the class and your homeroom teacher. Do you have any special requests or questions?” she finally finished her welcome speech and I just nodded slightly.

"Is there a library here?" I asked with interest and the director just smiled at me.

“Of course, miss. Surely one of the classmates will be happy to show it to you. We're sure you'll get along with them." she assured me and then opened the door, letting me out and I followed her a few steps towards my new classroom.

When the headmistress knocked and walked in, I took a deep breath and followed her. The class was lazily getting up, the class teacher looked at me and I felt my cheeks turn red. I have never been very social and open to new people.

"So, introduce yourself," the headmistress hissed at me, but it wasn't aggressive. And I stood in front of the blackboard, looked at the classrooms full of occupied desks, and took a breath for the answer - after all, I could have expected it all. It wasn't clear that it was is it always like this? That the books and the movies didn't lie in this one?

“My name is Y/N. I transferred here and I commute." I said and looked at the director - I had nothing more to say.

She just shrugged her shoulders, smiled slightly and motioned me to a few seats and I took a breath and made my way to the desk about halfway down the class she was sitting behind on the left.

She had blood red hair with slight brown growths, a small red piercing in her nose, lines, highlighted eyebrows and around her neck two gold chains resembling dorb chains, one significantly stronger than the other.

"Can I sit with you? Please?" I said and tried to sleep. When the girl turned her head on me and gave me an almost imperceptible nod, I smiled and sat down, sliding as far as I could on the edge of the desk so as not to invade her personal zone and stare at the teacher who for a long time she was saying something about what kind of performance she expects from us this year and that everything will be suitable for our graduation.

Other times I would have listened, as it was my habit at the last school, but not now - I didn't really care that much, they said it last year and they will say it next year too. I don't really have anything to lose, I have the opportunity to establish at least some social relations so that I am not completely alone in this class and actually in this city.

I seemed to be grinding my nails for a while, but then I turned to my seatmate and asked her in a whisper: "Excuse me… do you mind me sitting here?"

She turned to me, pretty slowly, and pressed her lips into a thin line, measuring me with her eyes.

“Honestly?” she asked me.

“Well… I guess so. Please be honest - I don't want to bother anyone here." I was a little flustered by her question, so I could only give a tentative answer and a slight nod of my head combined with a shrug.

"I'm glad that at least someone wanna sit with me."

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