#ATTEMPT 2 BABY THE ORIGINAL FUCKING CRASHED AND NEVER RETURNED

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Shitty valentines: 2021 Unus Annus mega post edition

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(Note: sorry if I didn’t include your favorite unus annus moment, this is the 2nd attempt of this post, as the original was 50 images long and literally crashed, so we’re downscaling to 36)

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Close Call

Make it Right Series Chapter 21

Jean was the cocky bastard that walked around like he owned the place. Y/N couldn’t stand him so when the time came that you were his sparring partner, you couldn’t wait to teach him a lesson.

Little did the both of you know, that sparring match would be the start of your unexpected relationship with Jean Kirschtein, that will change your life, and the rest of the Scout Regiment forever.

Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14/Chapter 15/Chapter 16/Chapter 17/Chapter 18/Chapter 20

Tag list:  @empty-glass-full-of-emotion @dai-tsukki-desu @usernamehere91@princess-peaches1 @thestrugglesofateenagedirtbag

Not exactly how it happened with the anime!

Jean cursed as the Beast Titan began throwing rocks at the Scouts. Getting out of here alive seemed like an unlikely ending and his mind drifted to you. "FUCK!" He cursed allowed as Connie watched him with worry. "Jean...we'll get you out of here I promise..." Jean stared at him with confusion, why was Connie only talking about him? They should all get out of there not just him.

"What do you mean me?! We're all getting out of here—"

"Yes but...you're our priority." Sasha whispered as they took cover on top of the Wall. "NO! no one is a priority—we protect each other—why are you doing this to me!?" Jean's voice cracked which caused the others to look at each other. The last thing Jean wanted was his comrades to focus on getting him home safe, and not protecting themselves.

"Jean...you need to get home...that baby...it's a sign of hope for all of us." Armin finished but Jean continued shaking his head. Before he could speak, Mikasa announces that the Armored Titan is approaching. Jean couldn't think straight—he felt immense guilt thinking about his comrades' mentality about all of this, but also longing to return to you...and his child.

Erwinthen instructs the Levi Squad and Hange Squad to take down the Armored Titan. They are to use their Thunder Spears at their discretion.

Their plan is in motion. Eren has transformed and Reiner has spotted him. Armin nods seeing how Reiner charges at Eren, clearly taking the bait.

Eren and Reiner grapple with each other and Eren manages to throw Reiner off of him. As Reiner realizes that he cannot take Eren on by himself, Hange leads their squad and Levi's to attack the Armored Titan. Reiner is surprised, not expecting that they can actually damage him, when Hange and Mikasa fly towards him armed with their new Thunder Spears. The rod-like projectiles impale Reiner in the eyes and then explode, blinding him.

From behind, the rest of Hange and Levi Squads attack, firing their Thunder Spears into the Armored Titan's back and disengaging before they can get caught up in the explosion. Jean shouts that it worked, the armor around Reiner's nape is peeling off. Hange calls for them to attack again to finish him off.

Jean, Connie and Sasha look at each other, their faces drop. They were hesitating. "Do you remember...when Reiner saved me--" Connie began but was squashed by Jean. "That doesn't matter anymore." Jean states heavily and Sasha sighs as well.

Jean rallies them and the three move in to attack with the rest of the Scouts.

Bertholdt has been waiting for Reiner's signal for a while now he is aware that it has been a while since Reiner has transformed. However, Reiner has not signaled him and Bertholdt is worried about his friend's well-being, unaware that the Scout Regiment is currently cheering over having blown Reiner's head off with their Thunder Spears. The nape of the Armored Titan has been blown open with Reiner's partially decapitated body protruding from the back of its neck.

Jean laughed nervously, he didn't know how to feel about the whole thing. Turning to Connie and Sasha, their faces dropped as the realization that they could have killed Reiner. Jean shut his eyes. Despite everything, Reiner was his friend. Reiner always felt like a big brother to everyone that despite everything, he felt for him, especially now.

Suddenly, Reiner's Armored Titan lifts its head and lets out a roar. In a barrel on the quadruped Titan's body, Bertholdt recognizes it as the signal. The Beast Titan picks up the barrel containing Bertholdt and hurls him over the Wall into Shiganshina as Hange calls for their squad to blow Reiner's body to bits. However, Armin quickly deduces that the roar was a signal for Bertholdt and spots the incoming barrel. He warns Hange that they need to get away from Reiner before Bertholdt transforms into the Colossal Titan and blows them all away.

The Scouts retreat from Reiner as Bertholdt prepares to transform, but he spots Reiner's Titan and sees that the body of his friend is exposed. Abandoning the plan, Bertholdt bursts out of the barrel, and uses his ODM gear to reach Reiner, landing on the Armored Titan's shoulder. He discovers that Reiner is still alive, thanks to redistributing his consciousness from his head to his Titan's body as a last resort.

Bertholdt asks Reiner to do something for him, which is to "move a little" and to prepare for the worst if he is unable to comply. Then he approaches the Scouts to finish the fight. Moblit calls out Bertholdt's impending arrival and Hange lays out a strategy to eliminate them both, only for Armin to approach them and ask that they try to negotiate. Armin uses his ODM to rush ahead of Hange and calls out to Bertholdt, asking that they talk this over.

"What do you want?! Can't you see all the destruction you've cost!" Armin yells as Bertholdt stares back at him. The timid Bertholdt they were used to seemed to be long gone now, his eyes were determined, and his demeanor has greatly changed.

"We want Eren." Mikasa growls at this but Bertholdt continues talking. "And the demise of humanity within the walls." Connie's face drops after his statement. Out of all of them, he was having the hardest time accepting that Berhtoldt and Reiner betrayed them.

"At this moment, Annie is being tortured. They say they hear her screams from the other side of the—"

"ENOUGH!" Berhtholdt suddenly yells and the group steps back. "You think I don't know what you're doing?! Mentioning Annie to buy time—so that I'd somehow care. You all think I'm so soft...the truth its...you're all spawns of the devil! I'm NOT going to fall for your tricks or have any regrets about killing you!" Jean heart clenches. Despite everything, he'd still think of Berhtoldt as the timid guy that would have amusing sleeping positions, but now. He felt like he didn't know him at all. He felt even worse thinking about how you would have reacted if you were here.

Suddenly, Mikasa comes flying behind Berhtoldt, ready to strike, but he dodges and suddenly grabs Armin by his collar.

Bertholdt raises his sword as he's about to strike Armin. Jean's breath hitches and he charges towards Bertholdt. Jean slides Between Bertholdts legs and knees him which causes him to release Armin.

Armin is thrown and Jean grabs his arm to drag him back to the roof but suddenly feels a grip on his shoulder and Bertholdt slams him to the ground.

The rest of the group begin to charge but Bertholdt raises his sword and Jean flinches.

"BERTHOLDT! Y/N IS PREGNANT!" Jean's eyes shot open at the mention of your name.

"FUCK IT ARMIN DON'T BRING HER INTO THIS!" Jean yells and he realizes he has tears in his eyes. Jean looks up at Bertholdt who's face drops as well and his eyes looked panicked.

"W-what?" He begins but his sword is still raised above Jean.

"Y/N is pregnant...do you want her to raise the baby on her own?" Armin continues as Jean struggles.

Bertholdt's grip began to loosen on Jean and he sideswept Bertholdt on his back. Bertholdt got up quickly. Bertholdt begins to retreat and Armin attempts to follow. Mikasa warns Armin not to chase him because they do not know when he will transform. Armin is doubtful, believing Bertholdt would not transform now as it would likely kill Reiner, and suggests that they could take Reiner hostage. Mikasa wonders if the person they just saw was really Bertholdt, because he seemed like a completely different person, as he has a plan and was more determined.

Jean places an hand on Armin's shoulder and squeezes. Armin turns to him to see tears streaming down Jean's face.

"T-thank you..." Jean begins and Armin smiles at him.

The events after that were a blur to Jean. After Bertholdt transformed, they were able to take him down but at the expense of Armin. Sasha was injured. He felt like everything was crashing down around him and all he wanted was to see you once more.

Your smile, hear your laugh, feel your skin against his, everything about this world did not make sense, except you.

When Floch came back carrying Erwin and Eren, Mikasa and Levi fought over the syrum, Jean could not believe that they had to choose between Armin and Erwin.

When Armin was given the serum, Jean felt relieved, but also worried about losing their leader.

Despite Zeke and Reiner escaping, what was puzzling Jean was what they discovered in Eren's basement. The true history of their origin and the titans.

Jean slumped after the discovery of their lineage. How they were placed there as somewhat prisoners. Despite all of that, all he could think about was what kind of world they were living in and how it would be for you and his child.

On the way back, the only thing Jean could think of is how he almost died if it weren't for Armin. How he there was a chance he would never get to meet his child.

Connie noticed Jean's silence on the way home and made his way next to him. "Are you all right?" Connie asked and Jean nodded slowly.

"It's...okay if you aren't you know...I'm not..." Jean glanced at Connie whose head was suddenly low.

"I know it's stupid--but Bertholdt...was our friend--"

"Stop it." Jean cut him off and Connie sighed. He almost lost his life because of Bertholdt but Jean couldn't shake the image of Bertholdt's face when he found out you were pregnant. His eyes were shocked and he started to tremble. He cared. He cared about you and Jean hated it. He hated how despite everything, he still felt for Bertholdt because you knew deep down he was important to you and you were important to him...and now he was gone.

As the Scouts made their back in silence, none of them would ever be the same after this, and everything they knew would change forever.

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Hi. Hello! Original Punk!Duncan anon here to say you absolutely killed me with that fic. So freaking good! I loved it!! I wouldn’t say no to a part 2 where he finally gets her back to his place and gives her the night of life. Who knows maybe they find out they actually really like each other and wanna make it a regular thing.... 👀

First of all, I’m so sorry this took so long! Secondly, I’m so sorry this part is so long! Thirdly, I’m sorry there’s zero character development here but… these two needed a few happy endings. This definitely isn’t the last we’ll be seeing of punk!Duncan x punk!reader so by all means send me what you want these two to get up to next 🖤🖤🖤

read part one here

“Whoa, easy tiger—“

Duncan popped up from between your glistening thighs, clear droplets forming on his lip ring and his front spikes glued to his forehead, bowing weakly beneath the sheer volume of liquid you’d assaulted him with.

“What’s the matter, gorgeous?” Duncan spluttered, completely oblivious to your feverishly shaking legs draped over his shoulders, your chest heaving uncontrollably and your eyes fluttering manically.

His firm palm had pinned you down and pounded you through two more overwhelming orgasms on the back seat of his Camaro, soaking the leather beneath your thighs and leaving the top of his shabby cut-off Black Flag shirt so sodden, it was clinging to every delicious curve of his chest.

“I—is overstimulation your thing?” You queried through an exhausted stutter, hips jerking as his soft breaths against your swollen folds sent shockwaves through your body. “Because you’re really—“

“Oh fuck,” his hands flew into a mid-air surrender, his cheeky smirk melting into a look of concern. “I’m so sorry baby, are you okay?”

“I’m okay, it’s just… I’ve never felt like this before.”

Something about this mysterious stranger allowed you to be completely honest with him. You’d never squirted before, least of all three times in a row. What’s more, you’d never hooked up with someone who selflessly dipped between your legs and prioritised making you feel good for what felt like hours.

So selflessly, he was practically bursting his tight black jeans. In fact, he looked like he was bursting them even when he wasn’t rock hard and desperately rutting against thin air.

“Then let’s get you home,” Duncan sighed, planting reassuring palms on your dripping thighs and smiling warmly through his lust-blown haze.

“What if I don’t want to go back home, Shepherd?” You shot a bemused glance at him beneath quirked eyebrows.

“Oh babe, I wasn’t talking about your home.”

You could’ve sworn everybody heard your sigh of relief and nervous laughter well over the cacophony of incoherent Fugazi-esque tones booming from the venue beside you.

“Then I’ll strike a deal with you. Get in the front seat and look through your keys,” you hummed contentedly as you reached out to cup his straining length through his jeans. “And I’ll keep you busy.”

Duncan cleared his throat and his hungry eyes nearly leapt from their sockets.

“Well—that’d be… yeah, I can roll with that.” The determination in his complacent tone spoke all the words he failed to weave together as he clambered back into the front seat. Your gaze fixed on his impossibly tight pants curving in front of you — how he looked this perfect after you squirted over him three times was beyond your comprehension.

Your legs may not have fully regained composure by the time you flung two fragile thighs over into the passenger seat. If your first attempt at this challenge was ungraceful, this time was even more embarrassing. Luckily, Duncan was too busy unbuckling his studded belt and yanking his zipper down to notice you staggering into the chair.

“You sure about this?” He politely checked as he fished the jangling car keys from his pocket.

“Shut it and get searching, Duncan,” you hummed, battling past his boxers and freeing his length with a groan escaping his lips.

“This girl really knows how to pussywhip me already,” Duncan moaned, his head throwing back into the headrest as your fingertips curled around his girth.

Teasing him for that remark, your lips parted gently as you tickled the tip of his cock with your tongue. His bucking hips and low growl suggested he got the message, swiftly followed by the jangling of his keys as he resumed the epic search for any way to get home.

“Good boy,” you muttered before licking a slow, flat stripe up from his base, agonisingly teasing his length as he twitched in your grasp.

“Fuck me,” Duncan yelped, metal clanking against metal in his hands. “I’m never gonna find this fucking key like this.”

“Try the big one, big guy,” you muttered with a chuckle, suddenly wrapping your lips over his tip and sliding down over his length in one swift motion. Duncan’s back arched intently in his seat, the leather creaking beneath him as he writhed.

“Ah, there you are, you motherfucker,” Duncan exclaimed, a celebratory jangle of his keys filling the car before he flicked the ignition and the engine purred loudly. “Fucking finally!”

Giggling in the back of your throat as your nose nudged his abdomen, you flattened your tongue and sucked lightly as you bobbed down on his cock. Duncan’s arm brushed over your back to reach the stick shift, returning to rest comfortably on your spine as he yanked the car into gear and pulled off.

“Right, two blocks and I’m—oh Jesus fuck,” Duncan cursed as his foot slammed the pedal to the floor. “Two blocks and I’m all yours, baby doll.”

The swaying motion as the car swung impatiently around a corner helped you take his length further down the back of your throat. Swirling your tongue as you withdrew until his tip held temptingly within your lips, Duncan’s hand wandered to the back of your choker, his unusually soft fingers gently curling beneath the leather. With his next broken gasp as you took him down again, his subtle grip suddenly tightened, pulling back against your throat just hard enough to wake up your gag reflex and hollow out your cheeks.

“That’s it, baby,” Duncan praised, turning another sharp corner at a furious pace. “We’re almost there—mother of fuck you take me so well.”

You hummed contentedly as you bumped your nose into his abdomen, the revving engine trying its hardest to drown out both you, the slick sliding of your lips over his flushed cock and Duncan’s gratuitous moans.

“Oh my god,” he whimpered weakly, spinning around one final corner before yanking the handbrake and clasping both hands behind your head. “I’m gonna cum—“

His last syllable crashed through the silence as a blissful cry, his cock twitching furiously against your tongue as he reached his climax, shooting straight down the back of your throat as his hips bucked into your lips. Retreating from his tip and making an audible gulp, Duncan moaned even louder.

“You swallow too?” He half-chuckled in disbelief. “You’re quickly becoming my dream girl, babe.”

———

By some miracle, Duncan’s apartment elevator arrived immediately and he ushered you in with a hand gently hovering just beside your ass. Firing him a seductive smirk as you spun around in the mirrored cubicle, the blinding white lights highlighted the dried tracks of your arousal streaking down his face. Failing to stifle a laugh and a slightly mocking point at his face, Duncan faux-scowled at you while automatically slicking back his now-drooping spikes.

“What’s so funny, punk?” He jibed before checking himself out in the mirror. “Holy shit, you ruined me!”

“You’re more than welcome, Mr Shepherd,” you taunted with a grin, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss as he pressed the button for his floor.

This time, his kiss was different. His lips held onto yours protectively, almost lovingly, like he couldn’t stand to part from your soft touch. His hands delicately cupped your face as he pulled you in closer, his nose ring streaking a cool metallic sensation against yours.

Duncan felt safe with you. Understood by you. The world he knew shunned him for who he was, pretended he was stuck in some immature cultural phase that would soon morph into refined three-piece suits and expensive boots. What they didn’t know was just how expensive Doc Martens are these days.

“Fuck this,” Duncan broke the silence as he slammed a palm against the elevator console, drawing the motion to an abrupt halt. You simply giggled against his lips and kissed him deeper — the punk in your arms really wasn’t in a patient mood tonight.

Slowly stepping you back against the mirror, one wide hand eagerly surged up your skirt and meandered through the shredded streaks of your tights, sweeping your soaking panties to one side. The other, less impatient hand withdrew his rock hard length from his boxers once again and wasted no time lining himself up with your entrance.

“I’ve wanted to do this all goddamn night,” Duncan husked as he dipped into the nape of your neck, peppering cool lip ring kisses as he hooked your thigh around his hip. “You ready, baby girl?”

A delirious nod was all the confirmation he needed to ease himself through your dampened folds, seating his length inside you with one swift curl of his hips as you both cried out in unison.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Duncan growled into the shell of your ear as he set a steady pace rocking into you, revelling in the way you melted into him. “At this rate—Jesus—I’m not gonna last long.”

“Dunc, I—“

Not half an hour ago, Duncan’s relentless onslaught on your core left you a shaking, stuttering mess and it seemed your body hadn’t quite recovered. As your trembling leg threatened to give way beneath you, Duncan jolted forward you press you closer to the wall and swept your thigh around his waist to mirror the other.

“I’ve got you baby,” Duncan cooed softly, striking a contrast with the increasing speed of his hips crashing against yours.

“You’ve got me so—you’ve got me so deep,” you whimpered as your eyes widened against the rising pressure within you, Duncan’s tip relentlessly grazing your most sensitive spot. Digging your nails into the smooth leather of his jacket, you let a pornographic moan pour from your tongue as your walls fluttered around his length.

“Jesus fuck you say the hottest things,” Duncan growled, burying himself deep inside you as his cock twitched vigorously, spilling against your walls with a gratuitous grunt accompanied each final thrust.

“There is,” you stuttered through laboured breaths, palms flat to his chest as his heart raced against you. “Nothing more punk than fucking in a broken down elevator.”

“Too fucking right,” Duncan bumped his dripping forehead against yours to laugh with you. “You still wanna come up?”

His piercing eyes met yours with a curious hope, smiling broadly against your lips.

“Of course, Dunc,” you sighed before kissing him deeply. “I’ve got an early start though, so I’ll have to sneak out before you’re up.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Duncan scoffed, tapping away at the console to start the elevator moving yet refusing to break his gaze into your eyes, into your soul. “Who do you work for? I’ll call them first thing, tell them there’s a lucrative collaboration with the Shepherd Foundation on the cards for their leniency with you for a little later start.”

“I don’t think that’ll work,” you laughed nervously, buckling your bondage belt behind you — a specific talent only a seasoned punk can complete all by herself.

“Why not, babe? Do you work for the CIA or some shit?” He cracked, reluctantly zipping his jeans knowing full well they’d be coming straight off once you made it to his floor. “Are you gonna arrest me for fucking you too hard?”

“Not quite.”

“Well where could you possibly work that would frown on a decent, upstanding gentleman such as myself, Duncan Shepherd, calling in for his girl?”

His girl. Was that the fucked out haze talking? As the elevator pinged to signal your arrival at his floor, you cleared your throat nervously and glanced down to your feet.

“The White House.”

#punk!duncan #punk!duncan x reader #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd fanfiction #duncan shepherd smut #duncan shepherd imagines #duncan shepherd #house of cards

[squirrelly831]

Masterlist

Genre: None

Characters: Christian Yu x Original Character [Naomi]

Christian entered Naomi’s apartment as he wiped his brow. He glanced up from the doorway to see Naomi on her tiptoes as she tried to reach the box on the shelf. He couldn’t help a smile grace his lip, “Babe” Naomi jolted at his sudden voice drawing a laugh from him. Christian walked over as he reached over his 5 foot 2 inches fiancée, “I’ll get this, you can grab that little box” He nudged his head towards the side.

Naomi rolled her eyes with pursed lips. “I would have gotten it, ya know. I’m the one who put it up there, I could get it down.” 

Christian looked her over as he placed the bottom of the box on his shoulder. His free hand reached out to her cheek, “I don’t want you getting hurt when I’m right here.” 

“Yea, relax Nay-Nay, let him be the strong supportive boyfriend that he is” Dabin teased as he entered the living room. His hand wrapped his arm over her shoulder earning an irritated sigh.

Naomi swatted both of them from her, “He’s my fiancé, Dabin--And shouldn’t you be helping too.” She used little force as she pushed his back towards the hallway, “Go--Go be useful and get some boxes.”

Dabin let out a laugh and it echoed in the bare apartment, “Dude, your fiancée is being mean again!” 

Naomi clicked her teeth as Dabin entered a back room. Christian chuckled under his breath as she threw herself on the floor, “You both give me a headache.” She whined. 

“It’s okay, we love you” Christian teased as he walked out the apartment with the box. “PIZZA’S HERE!” He hollered from outside.

Two hours later, Naomi found herself in the middle of her now empty apartment. Her first ever apartment when she moved to Korea to help out DPR. Her arms crossed at her abdomen. This was where she celebrated DPR’s singles, where they wrote lyrics or composed songs, and where she let her creativity flow with her photography. Her head fell to the side as her eyes wandered around the room.

Arms wrapped over hers, bringing her from her thoughts. “You sad about leaving?” Christian’s head rested on her shoulder. He buried his face in her hair that fell over her neck, “Having second thoughts?”

“No, never” she shook her head. Naomi wiggled herself around in his arms to turn. He moved to straighten up. His hands now rested on her lower back. Naomi looked at him lovingly as she reached up to his face. Her fingers brushed over his jaw as her engagement ring glistened under the living room lights. “Of course I’m sad about leaving. This is my first apartment since coming here” her eyes watered, “The memories I have with everyone started from me coming here.” 

Christian went to speak, but she held up her finger to his lips.

“But, now I get to start my life with you in our new place. Of course, with Lori too. We’ll make new memories in our new home.” She flashed him a smile as she slipped her finger from his lips.

Christian leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Her hand rested on his cheek as he pulled her closer to his body to deepen the kiss. 

A whistle sounded behind them breaking their kiss, “You about to get it on one last time while you got the chance?” Dabin wiggled his eyebrows.

Christian scoffed, “Shut up, man. Get a girlfriend already and hop off.” 

Dabin approached the two and threw his arms over the couple, “I mean, I would, but you two had me here actin like some kind of pack mule.”

“Acting?” Naomi placed her manicure nail to the corner of her lips in thought, “I thought you were a pack mule.” She hummed, “Well that explains a lot.” 

Dabin tsked as he lodged his arm around her neck and drew his other arm from Christian. He rubbed his fist into her the top of her head and she let out a surprised yelp. “What was that, brat? I don’t think I heard you very well.” He let out a gut laugh as he released her. 

Naomi’s face reddened as she brushed down her hair. Murderous intent in her eyes as she watched Dabin.

“Aye, D-- you better run.”

Dabin waved Christian off as he looked back at Naomi. His grin fell when he saw how angry she was. “Fuck!” He rushed out the apartment just as she lunged to strike. 

“Get back here you, pack mule. I’m going to shove my foot in your ass!” 

Christian shook his head at the two and trudged along slowly. At the entrance, he looked back at the apartment. With a smile, he hit the switch off and let the door shut behind him.

That evening, after unpacking a few boxes, Naomi returned to the new apartment after shopping for dinner ingredients. She hummed happily as she chopped the celery. Naomi wanted to make this night special. It was their first night living together. Naomi had plans to make a large meal and even ventured out to buy some fancy wine. Lori whined beside her as Naomi pulled out the carrots. “Fine…” she cooed, “Only one, but don’t tell, daddy, okay?” She tossed a carrot up and Lori caught it in her mouth. “Good girl!” She smiled widely as she pulled out a handful of carrots and put them under the cold sink water. 

Christian entered the kitchen with a worried expression. He approached Naomi as he tried to piece together what he is about to say, “Baby--Love of my life…”

Naomi placed the carrots on the cutting boards and shut off the water as she took in a breath. “You’re about to tell me bad news, aren’t you?” She asked not looking up at him.

Christian sucked in air between his teeth, “I’m really sorry. Junhong just called in a panic. He accidentally deleted his new tracks from his laptop and I have the copies, but they aren’t completed…”

“And-- can’t that be done tomorrow?” Naomi didn’t mean to whine, but it was their first night together. Her hand raked through her hair as she turned to Christian who looked like a dog with his tail between his legs. “You have tomorrow or the next day--”

“The album has to be done in two days” he touched her cheek. “I’ll be home by 11 tonight. I swear. Then we can just spend the rest of the night together watching one of your weird dramas.” 

Naomi’s tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, “You’re about to ditch out and you have the audacity to insult my dramas? You’re really pushing it Yu.” Christian gave her his best puppy dog eye expression with the infamous pout that made her cave every time. She pursed her lips as she placed her hand on her hip, “Fine… fine, but tell Junhong, he’s on my shit list as are you.”

Christian grinned widely as he pecked her cheek, “I’ll make it up to you, baby.” He gave her a quick peck on her lips, “I’ll really make it up to you.” Christian pressed a final kiss on her forehead, “I’ll be back by 11. I love you, bye!” He flew out of the apartment fearing she would change her mind.

“11 O’CLOCK OR LORI IS TAKING YOUR SIDE OF THE BED!” She shouted moments before the door shut. Naomi groaned as she leaned over the counter. She peeked off at Lori who sat beside her on the ground, “Your dad sucks…” She pushed a carrot off the cutting board beside her and watched Lori devour it in an instant. Pushing off the counter, Naomi stretched, “Wanna bet he’ll get so wrapped up in helping Junhong and he’ll be late.” Lori whined in response and Naomi tilted her head, “Give him the benefit of the doubt?” She spoke to herself. “Yea, maybe. He could surprise me, but I know him all too well.” She washed her hands before she set back to the dinner. Now with less enthusiasm as before.

Naomi sobbed into the tissues stuffed in her hand with Lori pressing her face into Naomi’s in an attempt to cheer her up. Sadness overwhelmed her as the tears fell harder. Her free hand rubbed on Lori’s side. She blew hard into the tissues before discarding them in the trash bin beside her. “I can’t believe it…” She whimpered as she grabbed more tissue. Her popcorn on the table went stale as it sat there uneaten, “How can he do that?” Her eyes glued to the tv as the credits rolled, “He totally forgot her and--he asked if he knew who she was” her tears fell harder. “What a shitty ending. Did you see how sad she was, Lori? I feel you, girl. I’m on your side.” 

Naomi wiped her tear-stained face with the soft tissue as she glanced at the digital clock on the corner of the screen. “And it’s midnight” she sniffled as she stopped the recorded drama “told you he wouldn’t make it.” She glanced over at Lori who had all but thrown herself over Naomi’s legs. It wasn’t that Naomi didn’t support Christian’s love of music, hell she loved music just as much, but she was looking forward to their first night together. Naomi sought for her wine glass beside her on the end table before she downed the remainder of the red liquid. “Come on, Lori” Lori shot up at the sound of her name. 

She jumped off the couch with her butt shaking side to side ready for the next words from Naomi. 

Naomi smiled as she leaned down to pet Lori, “Let’s go to bed. You get to sleep on daddy’s side!” She cooed. Flipping the tv off, Naomi stood, tossed out the remaining popcorn and cleaned her bowl and wine glass in the sink before discarding them on the dish holder to dry. Naomi maneuvered passed the stacks of boxes before she flipped off the lights with Lori beside her side as they headed to the bedroom. She threw herself on the bed with a thud, “Up, girl!” Lori leaped on the bed as Naomi petted Christian’s side of the bed. She got under the covers and turned off the lights. The silence was overwhelming, so she grabbed her Alexa, “Alexa…” Her words echoed in the room, “Play ocean white noises.” Alexa gave a response before the sound of waves crashing on land filled the room. Naomi reached out to touch Lori before her eyes closed and she fell into a deep slumber.

Christian dreaded the ride home. He had set an alarm and everything and he was still so late. He gulped as he pulled his car into a parking space. He stared at their apartment, the lights weren’t reflective through the window. “She’s either sleeping or she’s waiting to pull a Mrs. Incredible on me when I enter…” Knowing Naomi, he worried it was the latter. The amount of groveling he had to prepare for-- he gulped. “Just have to get it over with” he resigned to the punishment he had yet been dealt. Christian headed up to the apartment and pressed in their code before unlocking the deadbolt with his key. He spared a moment to check the time once more and grimaced at the 2: 37 am that mocked him. Christian swung open the door that gave a chime. 

Lori’s head sprang up at the door sounding. However, Naomi turned the opposite way, her face partially lit by the full moon’s light, but she remained asleep. Lori’s head fell back on the bed as the white noise eased her back to sleep.

Christian tiptoed into the living room only to run into a stack of boxes. He bit his lip to silence any complaints. He rubbed his shin as he grabbed his phone and turned on the flashlight. Instead of his fiancée, the room of boxes greeted Christian. He hated to admit it, but he was a little disappointed. He would have rather seen an angry Naomi than not… Christian made his way to their bedroom and heard the white noise Naomi often had on when she was asleep. He opened the door silently and approached the bed to see Lori sprawled out on his side of the bed.”She wasn’t kidding…” He let out a breath. Naomi’s back was to him as she faced the window. Christian made his way over to her to check on her. He noticed her sleeping expression, but what really caught his eye was the visible tear stain on her cheek. Guilt flooded him. Not only had he missed spending the night for the first time in their apartment together, but he managed to make her cry. Great going, jackass he congratulated himself silently. Going back to his side, he moved Lori from his spot and went to change before he slid under the covers. As he fell asleep, he made a mental plan on how he would make it up to Naomi.

The next morning, Naomi woke to a heaviness over her hip. She groaned as she wiped her eyes. The yawn that left her lips alerted Lori who was at the end of the bed. Lori stood and after a huge stretch, she made her way over in front of Naomi. “Mornin’ Lor” she mumbled still half asleep and rubbed Lori’s face. Naomi turned on her back to see the object on her hip was Christian’s arm. She scoffed, “Oh, now you’re home…” She pushed off the blankets before she wiggled out from under Christian’s arm. Naomi headed to the bathroom where she cringed at her tear-stained face, “Oh god.” She grabbed her face cleaner and got ready for the day. 

After changing into a pair of Christian’s sweatpants and one of her tees, she twisted her hair up into a messy bun before she got Lori’s leash and headed out with a hyperactive Lori prepared to take off out the door. Naomi shut the apartment door as quietly as possible before descending the stairs with Lori. 

While on their hour long walk, Naomi’s mind cleared. Though she was sad that they didn’t celebrate their first night together, it didn’t mean any of the days following wouldn’t be cause for celebration. She crouched down and Lori ran into her arms. “You think I should make us some breakfast? Maybe pancakes or something, yea?” Lori licked Naomi’s face causing her to let out a laugh, “Ew, no! You lick your butt!” She rubbed Lori’s face with both her hands, “Come on! Let’s go home!” Naomi couldn’t hold back the smile that grew on her lips when she said that. Home. The place Christian was waiting for them. It made her feel like butterflies erupted in her stomach.

Back home, Naomi punched in their code and pushed open the door. Lori’s paws hit the wood floors first before Naomi entered. Naomi pulled off Lori’s leash and she took off into the house. She placed the leash inside the entrance cabinet and tugged off her shoes with her toes. Naomi headed into the living room where she could hear the faint sound of music playing. Following the sound, Naomi headed towards the study where they had set up all of Christian’s equipment the day before. The door stood ajar, possibly by Lori, so Naomi pushed it open more with the tips of her fingers. 

Christian looked up from his computer with a sleepy smile on his face. He pushed his chair away from his desk as he held out a hand for Naomi. She let out a breath through her nose as a small smile graced her lips. She walked over to Christian and when she took his hand, he pulled her on his lap. Her back pressed against him as he wrapped his arms around her, “I love you. You know that, right?” He whispered before he placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. 

“I know that” her eyes strayed to the engagement ring on her finger. She rubbed his arm before giving it a loving squeeze.

His hand found hers and pulled her hand with the engagement ring up to his lips. He gave the ring a kiss, “I’m sorry I was so late… I really did want to spend our first night together--even if that meant I had to suffer through your dramas.”

“Well, I’ll have you know, I watched it without you and that ending made me cry. You missed it. It was so heartbreaking.”

Christian paused for a moment, “So… the drama made you cry, not me?”

Naomi twisted on his lap as she gave him a confused look, “Yea?” She thought about her appearance this morning and her mouth opened, “Ohhhhh. I know what you’re talking about now--psh” she got off him and stretched. “Sure I was sad you weren’t here, but it wasn’t serious enough to cry over. You’re not that important, but my dramas--ughhh.” 

Christian’s lips twitched as he looked over her. His hand went to the mouse and saved his work, his eyes trained on her. “Yea? I’ll get you for that.” 

Her eyes widened, “Oh crap!” She raced out of the study as the sound of Christian’s chair clanking around echoed in the apartment. However, speed had never been on her side and in moments, Christian’s arms wrapped around her. She let out a squeal as he lifted her off the ground. 

Christian let out a loud laugh as he claimed his victory. He walked back towards the bedroom with Naomi struggling in his arms. “I’m going to drop you if you don’t stop” he teased her by pretending to lose his grip. Once he reached the bed, he tossed Naomi on it. He crawled on top of her as he claimed her lips with his. 

Her hand touched his bare chest in a feeble attempt to push him back which he reluctantly did. “I gotta feed Lori first” she tried to make her way off the bed. 

Christian was faster. He pressed her back on the bed as he pressed a feverish kiss on her lips. “Lori will be fine” his voice dropped an octave. His eyes met hers, his desire showed clear as day. “I want to make up for our missed night together” he leaned down to press his lips to her neck as one hand made its way under her shirt. 

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Iqiniso

Chapter 3

Pairing: Redeemed!Erik/ Killmonger x Black OC

Word Count: 1,900

A/N: This chapter is sad.. sorry not sorry. I’ll make up for it in chapter 4. 

Chapter 1   Chapter 2

“Finally!” Jaelyn quietly whispered as the last few drops of liquid dripped into the vial. For the last few weeks she’s been studying Dr. Chiron and the Iqiniso strain like a hawk, learning its chemical makeup and experimenting with refining it to a liquid form. After about 20 failed attempts, she’d finally done it. She couldn’t wait to report back to Agent Spade with her findings. But first, there was a tiny matter that she needed to attend to.

Hennessy was seated at the vibranium desk in her office, a gift from King T’Challa after she’d opened the dispensary. She was reviewing the patents for her three most successful strains as well as the land plots Erik had sent her from Wakanda. She’d already decided that he and Abasi’s daughter Tao would be the overseers of the dispensaries there, given Tao’s scientific prowess and Erik’s business sense. The fact that the two of them spent more time in Wakanda than she did also played a factor in her decision making. Erik still hadn’t returned home which meant she was still avoiding Agent Spade and her questioning. She had accomplished so much and didn’t want it all to come crashing down once they finally spoke. A swift knock at her office door pulled her from her thoughts.

“Come in,” Hennessy called, placing the paperwork in the desk drawer.

“Hi Dr. Chiron, I’ve come to ask a favor.”

“I’m listening,” Hennessy responded.

“Well, my mother’s real sick and I was wondering if I could have the rest of the day off to spend some time with her. The doctors aren’t real sure how much time she has left,” Jaelyn added in an attempt to pull at the good doctor’s heartstrings. Hennessy only looked at the girl, completely unfazed by the Oscar-worthy performance. She still couldn’t place it, but there was something about this girl that rubbed her the wrong way. As a means of getting the young woman out of her office and out of her face, she agreed to let her have the rest of the day off with the promise that she’d work later the following day.

“Thank you so much Dr. C! I promise you won’t regret this,” Jaelyn called over her shoulder, vial tucked safely in her purse. As she made her way out of the laboratory, she placed a call to Agent Spade.

“Did you get it?” Jaelyn rolled her eyes at the lack of greeting before engaging in the conversation.

“Well hello to you too, Spade. Yes I have the serum and am on my way back to D.C.”

“Perfect! She’s stalled me long enough, I’m sending Baxter to bring her in.”

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“Erik!” Hennessy squealed when Erik crossed the threshold of their shared condo. Erik laughed into her hair as she clung to him tightly like a spider monkey in a tree.

“Missed you too, Princess,” he responded, returning her hug a placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“How have things been around here?” he asked, setting his bags down on the floor.

He noticed how quickly the energy switched in the room as well as how her demeanor changed, so he pressed further.

“What’s been going on around here babygirl?” he asked, gently running his fingers through her thick coils.

“It’s like Agent Spade knew you weren’t here. Every time I turned around, she was there. She keeps asking me to come to D.C. for questioning regarding Ares’ death. I’ve been stalling as much as I could, waiting for you to come back.”

He could tell by the way her voice shook that she was afraid and he hated that for her. True enough she’d done some fucked up things in her past, but she wasn’t a monster.

“Is that all that’s been bothering you?” he questioned, pulling her onto his lap on the couch. Instead of responding, she buried her face in the side of his neck. The smell of his cologne calmed her. For the first time in the two months that he’d been gone, she relaxed, comfortable in the knowledge that her protector was back home. His fingers on her chin brought her out of her thoughts as he lifted her head so that their eyes met.

“Talk to me,” he cooed, tucking a few stray curls behind her ear.

“There’s this new intern that started that rubs me the wrong way. Don’t get me wrong, she’s incredibly smart and exceptional in what she does, but it’s just something about her that leaves a sour taste in my mouth.”

“Need me to drop by the lab tomorrow and check her out?”

“Actually, yeah.” Hennessy responded. Erik’s aura was one that told others not to fuck with him. She knew if anyone could get to the bottom of this whole Jaelyn business, it would be him. She turned her body sideways so that her legs draped over Erik’s and onto the couch. She resumed her original position with her head resting on his shoulder and cuddled deeper in his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” she admitted before drifting off to sleep.

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Hennessy woke with a jolt, body instantly growing cold when she realized that she was on the couch alone. She reached over to grab her phone from the bedside table to check the time, 11:45 am.

“Damn,” she thought to herself. She’d forgotten how well she slept when Erik was home and it was nice to sleep in for a change. Taking in how late it was, she decided to take the remainder of the day off for a little self-care. She’d been working ridiculous hours and needed to realign her chakras. After a confirmation text from Erik that he’d go by to check on the lab, she decided on a nice long soak in the bath. She’d just finished adding lavender oil to the water when a rough knock came to her door.

“Dr. Chiron?” the burly man asked.

“Yes,” Hennessy responded, one eyebrow raised.

The man held up the warrant before continuing.

“I’m Agent Baxter and you’re under arrest for the murder of Ares Green.”

Hennessy looked like a deer in headlights. Of all the times for Erik to not be home, it had to be this one. She moved to grab her keys and phone before Agent Baxter stopped her.

“Leave your phone, it’s not allowed in the Pentagon.”

The Pentagon?! You’re taking me to D.C.?!”

“Yes ma’am, now come on. I don’t have all day!” Agent Baxter snapped.

Hennessy followed behind reluctantly, cursing herself for telling Erik that she didn’t need Ayo watching her.

The ride to D.C. seemed longer than usual. She and Erik would make the seven-hour trip some Saturdays when neither of them had anything better to do. She felt her heart sink to the pits of her stomach. She wasn’t sure what awaited her in D.C., but she knew she’d feel better if Erik was there or if she even got the chance to let him know where she was. She knew he’d be pissed once he came home and saw that she wasn’t there.

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Erik made his way to the laboratory in the back of the dispensary. He was a familiar face so none of the other interns batted an eye at his appearance, except one. Jaelyn almost dropped a beaker full of sulfuric acid at the sight of him. Her body still quaked at the thought of the week they spent together during his time at MIT. She turned around quickly, hoping that her mistake went unnoticed, but Erik noticed everything, especially those that looked out of place. He stalked up behind her slowly, like big cat stalking prey. He waiting until she was done with the chemical before discreetly grabbing a fistful of her coils.

“You got 10 seconds to tell me what the fuck you doing here, trust fund baby,” he growled in her ear.

“That’s Agent Trust Fund Baby to you, Stevens. And I’m only here to keep an eye on your psychopathic girlfriend,” she snapped back, silently wishing one of the other interns would pay attention to what was going on.

“She’s not a psychopath,” he growled back, gripping her coils tighter. If she wasn’t in fear for her life, Jaelyn would be incredibly turned on right now.

“Oh, but she is and she’s about to tell Agent Spade all of her dirty little secrets with the help of her own creation,” Jaelyn teased, holding up one of the vials of liquid Iqiniso.

Erik immediately saw red. He knew that Spade was shiesty, but he never could have imagined that she’d stoop that low. Erik quickly released Jaelyn and made his way back to his Jeep. He could only hope that he’d make it to D.C. before it was too late.

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“Dr. Chiron! So nice of you to finally meet with me,” Agent Spade exclaimed as she walked into the interrogation room.

After the long drive, Hennessy was exhausted and hungry. She wanted to get the entire ordeal over with so she could find some food and a bed before returning to Cambridge the following morning.

“Would you like some water?” Agent Spade asked, producing a water bottle from her pocket.

Hennessy took it eagerly, drinking like she’d been stuck in a desert for weeks. Once she was done, Agent Spade continued.

“I’m sure you know why you’re here, so we’ll just dive right into it. Did you kill Ares Green?”

Hennessy wanted to say ‘no’, but found herself at a loss for words instead. She immediately noticed this as a side effect of Iqiniso and realized exactly how much trouble she was really in.

“What’s the matter Shy? Truth got your tongue?” Agent Spade teased.

“How about I ask a different question. How old were you when you first killed?”

“14.”

“Who did you kill?”

“My foster father.”

“Why?”

“He was raping my foster sister. I stabbed him and dumped his body in the Mississippi River.”

The words were flowing out of Hennessy like lava spilling from a volcano. Her tears were flowing just as freely, knowing that these confessions would be the end of her career.

“Now, I’ll ask again, did you murder Ares Green?” Agent Spade barked.

“Yes,” Hennessy replied weakly.

Before Agent Spade could get another word out, she was cut off by the sound of gunfire and yelling outside the room. Hennessy immediately recognized the angry voice as Erik’s and revelled in the thought that he’d come to rescue her. Her revelry was instantly cut short by a stinging pain in her stomach. She looked down at herself and through blurry vision she saw red. The last thing she saw was Agent Spade standing over her, the barrel of her glock 9 pointed at her face before she blacked out.

Erik cradled the semi-lifeless body as a child would their favorite teddy bear. Everything that they both had worked so hard for was crashing down around him. Blood was everywhere; her face, arms, and torso. As much as he fought them back, his tears were falling in streams. He cursed himself and T’Challa. If they’d gotten back sooner, he would’ve been able to prevent this and she’d still be with him. His ears rang and his vision blurred. The world around him became shrouded in darkness as the Beast began to rise to the surface. He’d fix this. Everyone involved in his love’s current predicament would suffer until she came back to him.

“Don’t worry Princess,” he whispered into her hair.

“Killmonger will make it all better.”

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Lust & Limerence | Pt. 2 (M)

Read Part 1 here!

Series: Slytherin!JJK x Reader x Gryffindor!KTH

Word count: 8.1k

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut // Harry Potter AU!  

A/N: Yes, I realise this is late and I’m sorry about that. But the wait is now over! Enjoy part 2! WARNING: It contains a dangerous amount of fluff and cheese along with steamy scenes! (Eg: virgin sex) It is Christmas themed! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all my beautiful followers! Let’s make 2018 our bitch. 

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“Yes, I erased their memories but before you make any assumptions, you have to hear me out,” Jungkook pleaded, his beg laced with frenzy and desperation. “(Y/N) please don’t be like the others. I know it sounds terrible but you’ve got to give me a chance to explain myself.”

You continued to stare blankly at his feet, your mind hazy at the bewildering situation. Maybe Taehyung was right this whole time. Maybe Jungkook really was exactly as the rumours painted him to be. 

Perhaps worse--

“It wasn’t on purpose,” he interjected your state of panic. “I swear it wasn’t my intention to erase their memories permanently.”

“My family wasn’t exactly the most supportive of my attendance here at Hogwarts. My parents constantly urged me to become more like my brother. They wanted me to ‘stop wasting my time doing dumb magic tricks and go to a proper school’. (Y/N) you have no idea how crazy I was going from their constant lectures and criticism,” Jungkook paced around the room, his voice trembling with an undesirable mix of fear and distress. 

“I put up with the yelling and arguments until 3rd year. But then that summer, I snapped. I had enough of their constant bullshit so a small part of me thought that it’d be okay to temporarily erase myself from their memories. Obviously, I wasn’t in my right mind,” he stopped his pacing and stood still. 

You noted the overflowing regret on his face, how the luminescence of the moonlight reflected in his glossy eyes. “It was supposed to be temporary. Like a breath of fresh air-- a break from the constant fighting but instead, I wiped out my entire existence to them. Forever.” 

The room was dead silent. You couldn’t peel your eyes off Jungkook who was evidently suffering from his careless actions. “I didn’t know what to do next so I ran away from my problems. I drank and slept around to distract myself. I was scared to process the fact that I’d lost my entire family and it was my fault.” 

“I made some pretty fucked up decisions after that... But nothing can compare to the fact that I fucking erased my own family’s memories,” Jungkook sounded so weak at that point, his whisper soft and barely audible.

“It took me a long time to face my own problems. At one point, I realised that I couldn’t live the rest of my life as this... monster... So I started looking for a cure. I figured that if I were to become stronger and more knowledgeable, I’d be able to return their memories back to them. That’s why I started taking my studies here seriously.” 

Another awful silence clogged the conversation. “(Y/N), I know I fucked up. I’ve accepted that already... But I can’t let you see me the same way the others do-- you have to believe me. I don’t care about what the others think but you... you mean so much to me. I know I should’ve told you from the beginning but I couldn’t risk you leaving me.”

Jungkook dropped to his knees in front of you, his clammy hands held yours as he rested his head on your lap. “Please don’t leave me,” he begged weakly.       

Your heart throbbed in pain yet the loud ringing in your ears finally calmed down. You slowly untangled Jungkook’s fingers from yours and he seemed to flinch at the action, afraid that you weren’t going to give him a chance. He didn’t budge from his current position, still on his knees in front of you as he hid his shamed face in your lap. 

You lightly threaded your fingers into his noir strands and he seemed to relax at the soothing touch. “I’m sorry,” you mindlessly said and he slowly looked up at you, his eyes still coated with the salty liquid. 

“Why are you sorry?” his voice was hoarse and it made you weaker than before. 

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that alone,” you said and you felt your eyes water as those words escaped your lips. 

“(Y/N),” Jungkook whispered and you wiped your new tears before they could stream down your face. 

“You must’ve had such a hard time. And for me and the others to assume the worst of you is just so unfair-- you had it so rough yet we--” you cried and you couldn’t exactly figure out why you were the one bawling instead of him. 

Jungkook quickly stood up to press your face into his stomach, muffling your cries because the sound pained him. “Shhh,” he soothed and pat your head lovingly as you continued to sob into his shirt. “(Y/N) please don’t cry,” he pleaded and you hugged him, your arms tight around his small waist. 

He crouched down once again, this time on one knee as he stared right into your tear filled eyes. Jungkook cupped your face with his large hands and wiped away the flowing tears. “Baby girl I’m fine now, I’m studying to get their memories back. I have a goal now.” 

“B-but this whole time... you must’ve felt so alone. I can’t imagine how sad you must’ve been during the holidays when we go back to our families,” you hiccuped and Jungkook hugged you once again, this time muffling your cries into his broad shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry for my selfishness. I didn’t know you were going through so much and I’m so sorry on behalf of everyone else... If only they knew your true story.” 

“(Y/N), it’s okay, really. I’m okay now because I know at least one person is going to stick with me,” you felt his soft lips on your wet cheek. “So, will you be my girlfriend?” 

“W-what?” you hiccuped and wiped away your tears with the back of your hand. 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked again, louder, his gaze trained on yours with such desperation. 

You froze, your mouth practically dropped open after processing his words. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you that for some time now but I could never find the correct time,” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not saying this is the correct time. I’m aware this is pretty dodgy timing but I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to make us official and exclusive,” he confessed. 

There was once a time when Jungkook said,  “I don’t do commitment”. But now look at him, kneeling in front of the girl of his dreams, practically begging for her to be his girlfriend. 

You nodded slowly at his proposal without much thought, your heart made the move before your head could. Jungkook crashed into you, enveloping you in another tight hug before placing a long and innocent kiss on your lips. He pulled away and smiled at you, relieved yet pain still prevalent on his features. 

“I trust you, Jungkook,” you admitted. “I’m not going to let you go through this alone. I’ll be by your side supporting you in every way I can,” you pledged and those words seemed to be the tipping point for the poor boy. 

He quickly hid his face in your lap to hide his tears. “How did you know those words were exactly what I’d been wanting to hear these past few years,” Jungkook exhaled with a shaky breath and you bent down to kiss his head. 

6th Year // Mid December // 1st Term

“Christmas is coming up, huh?” Jungkook squeezed your hand which was warm in his pocket. The two of you were walking back from Hogsmeade after another one of your evenings together. 

“Yeah, it is,” you nodded and attempted to swallow the lump forming in your throat. 

“Will you be going back to your family?” Jungkook smiled gently at you and you couldn’t help but advert your attention to your feet, listening out for the crunch of snow beneath your feet. 

“U-Um... I’m not sure yet,” you said and Jungkook stopped walking. He stared directly into your eyes and you shuffled under his stare. 

“(Y/N),” he said knowingly. “I know what’s going on in that head of yours,” he said with a weak smile on his face. “You don’t have to look so distressed every time I mention family. I know you’re worried about me but that shouldn’t forbid you from talking about your own.”

“I know but I feel terrible. I’m sorry if my reaction makes you uncomfortable... I just don’t know how to act when this topic is brought up,” you admit and Jungkook yanks you closer to his warm body. 

He smoothed your hair into place with his warm hand. “Relax, sweetheart. Because you’re here, I’m perfectly fine.”

“I’m going home for Christmas break... What will you be doing?”

“I usually rent out a cheap apartment for the holidays,” he explained and an extreme idea popped up in your brain.

“I know this is going to sound a little wild,” you admit and Jungkook looked very curious. “Would you like to come home with me?” you suggested without much thought. 

The offer easily slipped past your lips and the both of you shared a blank expression. 

“You want me to meet your parents already?” Jungkook nervously chuckled. 

“S-sorry that just slipped out of my mouth without much thought.” 

“No, that sounds like a dream. That means I get to be with you 24/7. Including shower time,” Jungkook wriggled his eyebrows to lighten the mood with his suggestive joke. 

You rolled your eyes yet a smile peaked through. “My family asked me to join them for a trip overseas. I wasn’t interested to begin with so this idea could really work. We’d have the house to ourselves the whole holidays.” 

“No no, you should definitely go with them,” he shook his head. 

“I was originally going to say no Jungkook, don’t worry about it,” you reassured and he squeezed your hand again, this time in protest. 

“I really don’t think we should. You get enough shit from others for being with me. Can you imagine the things they’re going to assume of you if they find out we’ll be living together for 2 weeks?” 

“Since when did you care so much about others’ opinions--”

“--I care because this is about you. They can see me as whatever the fuck they want but they can’t assume things about you.” 

“Jungkook, I’m happy that you care about me but please remember,” you smoothed your hand across his cheek in a soothing motion. “Your presence, to me is more important than how others perceive me to be.” 

Jungkook gulped before exhaling, a sigh that frosted almost immediately in the chilly air. “This is a little off topic but.” 

“Yes?” 

“How are things with you and Tae. I know it must’ve been almost impossible for you to convince him after those rumours broke out. And honestly, I’m surprised that he hasn’t death-threatened me yet,” Jungkook chuckled. 

“Yeah, well it wasn’t easy for him to understand. Despite me telling him that it was an accident, he definitely still doesn’t trust you but since you’ve done nothing to harm me so far, Taehyung can’t do anything. And he knows how stubborn I can be so there’s really no point in him trying to stop me,” you giggled. “Also, speaking of Tae... He lives quite close to my house so there’s a possibility we’ll be bumping into each other over Christmas break.” 

“Great! That really is the cherry on top,” Jungkook exclaimed sarcastically. “My girlfriend’s best friend, who hates me with a burning passion and probably wants me dead lives near her. And are you sure he doesn’t like you? He seems a little too protective to not have feelings for you.” 

You smacked Jungkook playfully. “How many times do I have to tell you?” You folded your arms across your chest after taking back your hand from inside his pocket. 

“Fine Kook, I take back my offer,” you said. “Looks like I’ll just be spending my Christmas with Tae again this year, alone in my house, cosy and warm under a shared blanket sipping on hot chocolate we made for each othe--”

“--Actually,” Jungkook interjected. “This idea doesn’t sound half bad. We get to be together, under one roof, too.”

You placed a hand on your hip, a victorious grin. 

“I can’t believe I’m actually here,” Jungkook murmured and wheeled his luggage to the left of the ashy fireplace. 

“Make yourself at home,” you beamed and took off the thick winter parka to hang on the wooden coat-hanger. 

“Do your parents know I’m here?” 

“They do. I’m a good girl, lying isn’t my forte so I told them the truth and surprisingly, they were ok with it. In fact, they were relieved that I wasn’t going to be home alone for two weeks,” you hummed and you felt a familiar pair of arms snake around your waist from the back. 

“Two weeks huh?” Jungkook’s exhalation of his warm breath tickled the back your ear, making you wriggle in his embrace. “Two weeks of just you and me,” he spun you around and stared endearingly into your eyes before tracing his sight on the outlines of your pink lips.  

It was obvious to anyone that Jungkook was infatuated with you-- a state of limerence which was thankfully mutual. You closed your eyes and Jungkook planted a long and sweet peck on your soft lips. 

“Two weeks of just us,” you sighed dreamily. “And probably Taehyung, don’t forget,” you chuckled knowingly and Jungkook groaned at the mention of him. 

“Kook, he’s my best friend you know. At least try to get along with him for my sake,” you moved the persistent hair out of his eyes as you spoke. 

“I’ve tried, trust me. He was my friend to begin with but ever since he found out about us he hasn’t talked to me the same,” Jungkook explained. “He’s not exactly a saint either, you know. He’s done some pretty dodgy things too so I don’t get why he was giving me so much shit for sleeping around.” 

“Because you’re worse,” you booped his nose and he scrunched it in response. 

“Were, (Y/N). You know I’m not the same anymore.” 

“And I’m thankful,” you planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ll show you the guest bedroom so you can start unpacking.” 

“Guest bedroom?” Jungkook raised a single eyebrow. “What’s the point of me staying with my girlfriend if I don’t get to share a bed with her?” he said, ever so boldly. 

“I sleep on a single bed,” you chuckled at his suggestion. 

“Even better,” he swiftly kissed your forehead and started wheeling his luggage along with yours up the wooden staircase before you could protest.  

“You smell divine,” he kissed your shoulder, a lazy arm drooped over your waist as he breathed in the cloying scent of your freshly washed hair. The two of you were huddled up closely on your bed meant for one person. 

“I swear you have a weakness for scents,” you giggled and Jungkook could feel the vibration on his chest from being so close. 

“Yeah, so I’m pretty lucky to have a girlfriend who smells great 24 fucking 7,” he murmured under his breath, his voice low with lethargy. 

“Are you tired,” you turned to your side and faced him, your fingers on his warm chest now. He stared into your eyes with a hazy glee, a small smile on his warm lips. 

“Yeah a little bit,” he rubbed his eyes before he began to thread his fingers through your hair. “Tired but satisfied,” he smiled. “I’ve always wanted to cuddle you in bed,” Jungkook said. 

“Fuck, you’re cheesy as,” you laughed. “Also, Kook, I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to have to ask you to help me around the house. You can’t expect to stay here without some sort of payment,” you snickered cutely.

“Isn’t my affection enough?”

“I’d rather you cook breakfast than your affection,” you said coldly and Jungkook cringed at the playful roast. “Ouch.” 

“I was joking about you cooking breakfast,” you yawned, stretching up your arms as your voice sounded groggy in Jungkook’s ears. He looked over his shoulder and greeted you with a smile brighter than the sun above your heads. “But I’m not complaining,” you smiled and pecked his cheek, your chest warm and satisfied, waking up to Jungkook in the kitchen. 

It felt so domestic. The semi-seethrough t-shirt accentuated his broad shoulders. Jungkook had a shy smile on his lips as his gaze grazed over your exposed legs from the short running shorts you slept in.  

“Mornin’,” he couldn’t refrain from planting a kiss on your lips. 

“Morning,” you beamed, “you seem to be in a good mood.” 

“Of course I’m in a good mood. I’m spending the holidays with my girlfriend,” he said as he poured the sunny-side-up eggs onto the plate. 

“Wow, it feels so weird. I’m your girlfriend,” you chuckled. 

“Why? You don’t like it?” 

“No, silly! I just didn’t think you’d ask me so suddenly... But I’m thankful. I’m so thankful you asked me.” 

You set up the table whilst Jungkook finished making breakfast. Out of the blue, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind. You couldn’t help but instantly smile at his unexpected clinginess. He hugged you closely from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder before he trailed a couple of soft kisses down your neck. 

“It’s too early for cheese,” you lied and turned around to rest your arms on his wide shoulders. “but lucky for you I’m cheese deprived today.”

The two of you shared breakfast over the table. There was barely any conversation but the silence was soothing. It was comfortable and it felt as though you’d known Jungkook for the longest amount of time. He soothed you and made you feel so calm. His presence was certainly addicting-- having him around the house was a blessing. 

“Let’s go put up the tree together after breakfast,” you suggested and he agreed before biting into his toast. 

“I’ve been doing it alone the past couple of years so it’s nice you’re helping me out,” you said and scanned the box of decorations. 

Jungkook simply nodded, a permanent smile on his lips from your presence that he couldn’t wipe away. His gaze followed your every move-- from the way your hair fell past your ears when you rummaged through the ornaments to the way your fingers worked to tug the strands back behind your ear. He was simply, fascinated. 

“Jungkook?” You waved your hand over his dazed stare. “Are you feeling okay?” 

“I’m fine. I think I’m a little out of it. I don’t think I slept well last night,” Jungkook lied because he didn’t want to admit just how infatuated he was with you. 

“That’s why you should sleep in the guest bedroom tonight, sweetheart,” you sweet-talked. “Tae will be coming over for dinner tonight so I think it’d be a good idea to move your things into the guest bedroom. You know, to at least make it look like you’re sleeping there.” 

“Oh come on, Tae wouldn’t care that much if we slept together.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Not in a sexual way,” Jungkook blabbered in a panic. “You know what I mean.” The shy boy rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh, the infamous Jeon Jungkook can get flustered?” You joked as the two of you decorate the branches of the Christmas tree. 

“Thanks for having me over for dinner,” Taehyung smiled and you nodded, helping him put on his thick winter coat. 

“You’re making it sound like we don’t do this enough. I hope the food tasted okay.”

“Surprisingly, yeah. It was actually better than usual.”

“That’s because Jungkook cooked tonight,” you beamed with pride. Jungkook just shuffled awkwardly behind you, a small chuckle since he didn’t know how to respond. 

“No funny business, you two,” Taehyung glared at the boy behind you and you swore you heard him gulp. Tae wasn’t normally so... defensive. So when he was the slightest bit serious, it was always disturbingly intimidating. 

Jungkook was probably used to it by now considering how often the two met because of you. And it wasn’t like everyone in school forgot about the whole ‘Jungkook erased his family’s memories!’ thing either so he got used to the strange and lingering stares. Kook was just lucky enough that people weren’t doing anything beyond those stares. 

“I’m heading off. Merry Christmas and good night, (Y/N),” Taehyung planted a quick kiss on your cheek before hugging you tightly. “Take care of yourself.”

“Don’t worry. I’m here to take care of her,” Jungkook spoke up, his voice laced with a hint of frustration.

“She’s a big girl. She’ll be fine without you here,” Taehyung scowled. 

“I want him to be here, Tae,” you defended, “can we please just drop it?”

“I can cut the tension here with a knife,” you stood your ground in between the two men, arms crossed in anger. 

“I could hardly breathe at the dinner table because you two wouldn’t stop death glaring each other. Don’t you two understand how uncomfortable this is for me? I’m not asking for you guys to love each other-- just get along to a point where I don’t feel so suffocated!” 

“Sorry, (Y/N),” Taehyung apologised immediately after the glance of the scowl on your face. 

“No, you’re not sorry. If you really were sorry then you’d chill. Tae, I don’t think you get this. I like Jungkook and I will continue to do so even if you don’t. I get that you’re worried about me and I appreciate it but I’d appreciate it more if you stopped being so difficult. He’s my boyfriend and that’s not going to change anytime soon. This is going to be the last time we talk about this so if you two have anything to say, spit it out now because I’m getting sick of this constant tension.” You felt the anger rise up to your cheeks, colouring it a flush of red. 

“Fine, I will say something,” Taehyung folded his arms over his chest. “Listen here, Jungkook. I already told you this before but this is another reminder-- I don’t like you. And If anything happens to this girl, I’m going to ensure that you face consequences.”

“Pretty boy,” Jungkook scoffed, “you’re not the only one who treasures her. Get off your high horse and stop playing knight in shining armour. The only reason why I haven’t thrown a punch at you is because of (Y/N).”

“What a coincidence! I was thinking the exact same thing,” Taehyung retorted cleverly. 

“Kook don’t think that just because you’re my boyfriend you have this magical power that excuses you from being an asshole to my best friend. Both of you are at fault here and I just want you guys to get along. Please. I’m begging you two.” 

Jungkook ended up sleeping in the guest bedroom that night. Not because you wanted him to, he did it voluntarily out of consideration. He thought that you were mad at him, and although he was right to a certain extent, you regretted it in the morning because that was one night wasted of you, not in his arms. 

“May I come in?” you gently knocked on his door and he opened it. 

“Good morning,” you greeted him with a weak smile. 

“Morning,” Jungkook replied, unable to look you in the eye. He had no idea what you were feeling. 

“Did you sleep well?” You brought your hand up to cup the side of his face. “Look at your eyebags. You didn’t sleep at all, did you?” 

“I had a lot on my mind.” 

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you apologised. “I was very emotional last night and I know it’s a tough favour to fulfil. I’ll be more patient with you and Taehyung in the future.” 

“(Y/N) it’s fine. I should be the one apologising. I’m sorry that Tae and I are always fighting. I can’t help it, though. A part of me still thinks that he likes you. And not in the friend type of way. I’ve seen the way he looks at you and I can’t help but be suspicious.”

“Baby,” you smoothed your hand across his cheek. “I already told you it’s not like that. And even if you were right, that’s not going to affect us because I like you. Romantically.” 

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook sighed, “I just don’t want to risk losing you. I don’t know what’d happen to me if you left me for someone else.” 

You shuffled closer to him, your thigh now touching his on the bed where the two of you were seated. “I’m not leaving you for anyone-- or anything... Now enough of this gloomy mood. I hate fighting with you and Tae because I love both of you so much, in different ways of course. Let’s go grab some brunch.” 

6th Year // Christmas Eve 

You and Jungkook decided to go all out for Christmas. After all, it was the first Christmas you were spending together as a couple. He came up with this brilliant idea to go gift-hunting for each other on Christmas Eve. So the two of you split up in search of the perfect present. 

But buying a present for him was a lot harder than you thought it was going to be. You wanted to give him something amazing-- something that would remind him of you every Christmas. 

And you managed to think of the perfect gift but the real question was... 

Was it too much? You stared at your reflection, eyes trained on the red lace lingerie set that hugged your curves perfectly. The matching underwear and red garter belt were no doubt very sexy. But the question still lingered. Was it too much? Were you rushing things too quickly?

You were willing to give yourself to him completely, there was no doubt about it. You trusted him with your life and you truly felt comfortable around him. But would he even want to do it? Would he think you were crazy for doing this?

You weren’t used to dressing up for people. Would Jungkook even want this to happen? The two of you hadn’t gone further than long make-out sessions and an occasional feel but nothing beyond that. It was definitely a risk but you decided to buy the lingerie set anyways, just in case, convincing yourself that there would be no better opportunity. It wasn’t like you could do this sort of this in Hogwarts. You were still scared to sneak out let alone sleep over in his dorm room.

Your phone rung and Jungkook’s name flashed on the screen. “(Y/N)!” His voice sounded so giddy it was contagious. “I found the best present for you,” he exclaimed in an excited tone. “You’re going to love it.”

You couldn’t help but let a nervous chuckle escape your dry lips. “I’m struggling to look for yours,” you admitted with a sigh.

“I want to take you out somewhere tonight since everything will be closed tomorrow. I made a reservation at 8:20 so I’ll come pick you up around 8pm? Dress warmly,” he sung and hung up quickly before you could ask questions.

A reservation? 

You opened the door with a quick swing, struggling to put on your earrings. “Sorry I’m not ready yet, the train was a little delayed and—“

Jungkook just beamed at you as you stared blankly at him, completely frozen. He had his fringe parted to the side with a little gel, exposing his forehead. Apart from the coal grey scarf that he wrapped around his neck, everything else was black— a minimalistic trench over his black turtleneck as his dress shoes sparkled like the snow beneath his feet.  

“Lost for words?” He smirked, smug yet undeniably attractive.

“You’re so handsome,” you admit and managed to finish popping on your earrings before soothing your hand over his chest, smoothening the non-existent wrinkles.

“You’re beautiful as always,” he planted a swift kiss on your forehead before closing the door behind him. “Hurry up, baby. We’re going to be late,” Jungkook spun you away, taking a whiff of the perfume he loved so much in your hair.

“Okay, I’ll be quick. Just give me 5 minutes! I just need to pop on my heels and coat,” you ran up the staircase.

“Bring gloves and a scarf too!” Jungkook yelled from downstairs.

“Where are you going? Are we going to be outside?” You yelled loudly in hopes that he’d hear you despite being a floor beneath.

“You’ll see!” He said and you could sense his childish excitement.

He lead you into a dark alleyway, lit only by the left-over light from restaurant windows. Your suspicions grew with each step. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” You asked for the millionth time and Jungkook nodded again, squeezing your hand as a symbol of reassurance.

“This just looks a little...” you huffed as he pulled you along. “You know... dodgy.”

“Do you think I’d let anything happen to you?” Jungkook said and you stared at the back of his head, a small smile of relief spread on your painted lips.

“Who knows,” you chuckled. “You could be kidnapping me right now for all I know.”

“We’re here!” Jungkook exclaimed and quickly placed his cold hands over your eyes. “Don’t open your eyes until I say so,” he instructed and you bit on your bottom lip to stop yourself from bursting out into a giant grin. Yet Jungkook could practically feel the excitement that radiated off you.

You walked slowly with his guidance and he made sure to take it extra slow on some icy patches. “Ok you can kneel down,” he said and you felt soft cloth on your knees.

He removed his large hand from your eyes and you opened them slowly, an immediate smile on your face from the beautiful view. The half-frozen lake glistened and sparkled from the luminescence of the moon, its reflection on the glossy coat of ice. The twinkling stars were also reflected on the icy lake, adding, even more, shine and glisten to the already marvellous sight. Jungkook had also circled a set of golden fairy lights around the picnic blanket.

“How did you find this place?” You asked with a thankful smile. “I didn’t think they’d have something like this in the city.”

“It really is a treasure. I used to come here for picnics with my family during the spring but I recently discovered how beautiful it is during winter, too.” Jungkook explained and rummaged through the picnic basket next to him. He must’ve set this up prior.

“It’s a secret spot though. You can’t tell anyone about this,” he smiled and wrapped your legs in a blanket he’d pulled out from the basket.

“Kook this is so beautiful,” you couldn’t help but get a little emotional. After all, it must pain him to come back here without his family.

“I’m glad you like it. I had to lie about the restaurant reservation,” Jungkook chuckled. “I just didn’t want to get here too late because it gets really cold.”

“This is way better than a reservation anywhere else,” you pecked his cheek and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for being here with me, (Y/N). I wouldn’t be able to sit here so comfortably if it weren’t for you. The truth is, I’d been wanting to come back to this spot for so long now— I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. But because you’re here with me, I have the strength and I’m so glad.”

“Do you miss them?” You whispered and smoothed your thumb over his hand, your gloved fingers intertwined with his cold ones.

“I do,” he said. “I want to see them again,” he admitted in a small voice.

“You’ll definitely get their memories back. I believe in you,” you reassured and kissed his cold cheek.

“I have to,” Jungkook stared at the beautiful sight in front of him. He shook his head quickly and smiled at you. “Sorry about that. I’m killing the mood.”

“Don’t be sorry. You know I’m always here and willing to listen,” you soothed.

Jungkook pulled your hand up to his lips and planted a kiss on the back of it. “I love...”

“Pardon?” You peered closer to him. “Sorry I didn’t catch that.”

“Thank you. Thank you... (Y/N),” Jungkook lied. He couldn’t say it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say it. He was just scared you’d think he was crazy.

You hummed in satisfaction as Jungkook began to rummage through the basket yet again, this time pulling out some food he’d prepared earlier. The lovebirds spent their evening together in the warmth of each other’s arms, huddled closely under the star-filled sky as the night grew old. 

Jungkook took off his dark trench and placed it on the sofa, leaving him in his all-black attire underneath: a cosy turtleneck and dress-pants that fit perfectly. His fingers stretched the fabric around his neck as he let out a sigh. 

“Tired?” you hummed as you removed your shoes, kicking them off carelessly. 

“I’m tired but the evening was perfect. I planned for it the whole day,” Jungkook slumped into the sofa cushions, undoing his watch on his wrist. “Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” you admitted with a sigh as you casually sat down on his inviting lap. He seemed quite surprised but didn’t question it. Instead, he smiled at you lovingly, a warm yet tired expression. 

You made yourself comfortable and naturally, you felt his arms snake around your body. “I’m glad you liked it,” he murmured into your neck before sensually kissing your lips. You returned his kisses with passion, swallowing his kisses as it turned steamier by the second. You shuffled and changed your position, straddling his lap as your knees sank into the gaps of the sofa cushions. 

You ran your hands through his noir locks, messing up the neatly gelled hairstyle. He cupped the side of your face with one hand whilst the other rested on your lower back. It was obvious that he was holding back despite his arousal poke at your inner thigh. 

He trailed kisses down your neck before returning up to meet your lips with his tongue. Your breathing hitched when he suddenly lifted you up, causing you up wrap your legs around his waist. He placed you on the nearest table and immediately reunited your lips. You spread your legs to allow him more access as you felt a couple of breathy moans escape your lips. 

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and pulled away first, focusing his gaze on your swollen lips.

Thank God for kissproof lipstick. 

“I need to control myself,” he whispered breathlessly, “I’m sorry about that. I completely lost myself in that moment.” 

“Jungkook,” you mumbled, “why are you always the first one to break the kiss?” 

He walked back towards the sofa and threw himself on it again with a groan. “Because I don’t want you to feel pressured. I have my limits... If I kept kissing you I wouldn’t be able to resist. I know you’re a good girl and you probably want to take things slow but Jesus,” Jungkook sighed in frustration. “You’re so sexy it drives me crazy.” 

His words boosted your ego more than expected. It was enough to make you leave the room to go strip in the bathroom. You stripped off all your clothes besides the red lace lingerie you wore, matched with black stockings and a garter belt. You wore a bathrobe over the top and tied the string tightly around your waist.

You were suddenly so confident from his words-- you stormed out of the bathroom and back into the living room where he sat up-right at the sight of you. 

“I’m sorry if I upset you, baby,” he began and you hushed him by placing a finger over your lips. 

You began to untie the knot around your waist and Jungkook’s mouth grew dry with anticipation. 

“What are you doing?” he whispered, barely audible. 

What happened to that confidence a few seconds ago? You were suddenly anxious now that you were in front of him in nothing more than a bathrobe and lingerie. But thankfully, you decided to just yolo it. 

You let the robe fall down past your shoulders until it eventually met the floor, revealing to him the sexy set of red lace lingerie you’d purchased specifically for him. Jungkook’s mouth dropped open at the sight-- his eyes fixed on your figure as he was a loss for words. 

“Merry Christmas Kookie~” you sang and Jungkook gulped at the sight. “Do you like it?” you twirled innocently, making sure that he took in all the beautiful details of the lingerie. 

“Come here,” he practically growled. 

You obeyed and walked over to him before straddling his lap once again, this time in nothing more than underwear that he couldn’t lay his eyes off. “What do you think?” you murmured and teasingly played with his hair, a weakness you often exploited. 

A soft groan escaped his lips and you could feel the same hardness poke at your soft thigh. “Fuck,” he cursed breathlessly. “You’re beautiful.” 

“You can touch if you want,” you said. 

“I told you I won’t be able to stop myself,” he spoke into your ear as he pulled you into his chest. You felt his racing heart--beat violently against your flesh. 

“I want to give myself completely to you, Jungkook,” you admitted and peeled yourself off his chest. You smoothed your fingertip over his bottom lip and you smiled. “You’re probably going to think I’m crazy for saying this but I think I’m in love with you.” 

He suddenly rested his head on your shoulder. “I love you. I’m in love with you. I thought I was crazy for thinking that.” 

He looked up into your eyes. “(Y/N), I love you. Can you feel how fast my heart is beating?” Jungkook placed your hand on his chest and you nodded. 

“Will you make me yours?” you whispered and before you knew it, Jungkook lifted you up once again, your legs tight around his waist as he strode towards the bedroom. 

He placed you down gently on the mattress, your hair sprawled across the white pillow and Jungkook thought you looked so beautiful. He suddenly towered over you, planting trails of soft kisses down your neck as you encouraged him to continue with your breathy moans.

You squirmed underneath him when he reached your chest. He stopped his actions and just stared. Hard. 

“Stop it,” you whispered, “you’re making me embarrassed.” Your face was flushed as you looked into his inviting shirt that hung low off his chest. 

“How can I not look? You’re perfect,” Jungkook mumbled before kissing you again. “How did I get so lucky?” 

You sneaked your fingers up his shirt when he began to fumble with the red strap on your shoulder. You pulled up his shirt and groaned, earning a low chuckle from him. 

“What do you want, Princess?” 

“You already know what I want,” you said breathlessly and Jungkook nodded. He sat up to peel the black shirt off of him, revealing to you his delicious abs and strong arms. Quidditch must really keep him in shape. 

“Fuck,” you whispered as you supported yourself up on your elbows to stare at the sight of Jungkook unbuckling his belt. 

He roughly kicked away his black jeans until he was just left with his smug smirk and a very visible, throbbing member, through his Calvin Klein underwear. “I want to hear you say it.” 

“I want you. All of you. And I want you to make me yours entirely,” you admitted and Jungkook was crawling back on top of you. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jungkook asked with concern, worried that you hadn’t thought this through when in reality, you’d been planning on it. 

“Kook,” you sighed, “please hurry up and kiss me before I change my mind.” 

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at your words. He kissed your cheek lovingly before kissing your lips yet again, tasting the sweetness he was addicted to. Naturally, the kiss turned steamy with tangled legs and fingers in hair. He moved down past your chest and onto your stomach, trailing endless kisses to taunt and tease you. 

He concentrated on finding your sensitive spots and skilfully, he was able to find them quickly, only to exploit them; ultimately making you whimper beneath him despite barely touching you. And gosh, did he want to drown in those submissive whimpers. 

He reached just above your already dripping womanhood before you suddenly closed your legs together, your face flushed tomato red hidden behind your palms. Jungkook’s head shot up to look at you, concerned that you’d suddenly changed your mind. 

“Baby girl,” he cooed lovingly and sat up. “We don’t have to go through with this,” he comforted by gently kissing your knee. 

“No that’s not it,” you spoke, “I just didn’t think I’d be so nervous.” 

“I’m nervous too,” Jungkook admitted and you saw his blush as you peeped through your fingertips. “I don’t want to push you, babe.” 

“Kook, I want this to happen,” you removed your hands from your face to reveal your flushed expression to him. “You’re not pushing me. I’ve planned for this. I want you to be my first.” 

And with that, Jungkook crashed his lips onto yours, sealing off your spoken desires with a long kiss. 

“Let’s at least have a safe word,” Jungkook suggested. “How about you say ‘cherries’ when you want me to stop.” 

You nodded at his suggestion, heart warm from his consideration. Jungkook took things slowly with you. His kisses numbed your skin with excitement as you buzzed impatiently underneath his shirtless figure. His finger played with the red strap of your bra and you lifted yourself up so he could snake his hand to your back. In a quick click, he easily unhooked the pretty lace bra and you stared hard at his quivering hand as he undressed you off your bra. 

He knew you’d start to shrivel up if he stared any longer at your naked breasts so he got straight to work, kissing one gently while his fingers played with the erect bud of the other. You let out a soft moan and Jungkook felt his insides almost implode at the angelic sound. 

“Are you good?” he whispered against your soft skin. You nodded weakly and Jungkook continued to explore every nook and cranny of your body with his tongue and lips. 

He slowly peeled the only item left on your body as you clung to his warm chest. He quickly undressed his boxers too, aware that you’d feel awkward from being the only one naked. He was being so considerate of everything. It was all perfect so far yet you couldn’t help but feel a bit squeamish about the whole situation. 

“Okay,” he exhaled, “I need to check if you’re wet enough.” 

“Don’t talk me through this. I’m way too embarrassed,” you admitted and hid behind your palms again, making Jungkook chuckle at how shy you were being. 

He slowly spread your legs apart before licking a long stripe up your womanhood with no hesitation. You shuddered as you were taken aback from the intrusive yet arousing action. He continued to eat you out and the strange sounds made you squeal. 

Jungkook immediately closed your legs and looked up at you, your juices dripping from his chin as he looked very concerned. “Are you okay? Does that not feel good? Do you want me to stop?” 

“N-no,” you sighed, frustrated at yourself. “It feels really good. I’m just really really embarrassed.” 

“You’re being so cute and shy. This is really testing me,” Jungkook admitted. “But don’t worry. I’m going to ensure this is the most comfortable for you. You’re ready. Can I put it in?” 

You nodded your head and spread your legs for him. Jungkook picked his size condom from the ones you’d prepared and rolled it on before he shuffled closer to you, the bed squeaking a little from the movement. You felt his hands on your legs to hold them in place as he exhaled. “I’m putting it in.” 

You felt him entering you, your warm walls hugged his thickness and Jungkook couldn’t help but groan at the sensation. He stopped going deeper as soon as he saw the slightest sign of pain on your face, pulling out slowly so you could get used to the sensation. 

“Are you alright?” he asked for the millionth time and you intertwined your fingers with his, ensuring him that yes, you were fine. 

He re-entered and you urged him to fill up to the brim. Although the feeling was strange, and the stretch painful, it was nice to be held so close. “Can you feel me? I’m inside you completely,” he smiled and you shrivelled in embarrassment at his words. 

“You’re mine now,” he mumbled and you noted how his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. “Can I start moving?”

With another nod, you felt Jungkook slide out of you, almost completely until he re-entered you slowly, making sure to check for any signs of discomfort. He continued this slow action repetitively until you started to hint him for more. You encouraged him to speed up his pace through your soft yet audible moans. 

He held you so dearly in his arms, as though you could crumble from the softest of touch. But when your soft moaning turned into something louder, Jungkook could no longer control the sinful motion of his hips as he spread you open deliciously each time. 

“Doing okay?” he huffed, sounding a little out of breath from doing all the work.

“Faster,” you whispered shyly and Jungkook grinned up to his ears. 

He obediently listened and fastened the pace in which he was rocking his hips into yours. You held onto his strong arms when the bed started to shake from the rocking movement. You let out louder moans into his ear, letting him know that he was doing a great job; hitting all the sweet spots consistently. 

“J-Jungkook,” your voice hitched when he slid back into you with speed. “I think I’m going to cum.” 

“Really?” he asked mindlessly as he concentrated on ramming his hips into yours at the perfect angle. He admired the way you clamped down on his thickness near your release, making him groan at the pleasurable sensation. 

“Y-yes,” your voice sounded high-pitched as you approached your climax, “keep going.” 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you cursed when Jungkook began to rub fast circles onto your clit to ensure your release. 

“Shit, you’re too tight,” Jungkook commented as he continued to thrust into you, your moans now in time with the fast movement of his hips. “Am I going too fast?” 

“No, this is p-perfect,” you whispered and you felt your eyes roll back. “I’m going to cum,” you announced and Jungkook drew faster circles on your clit before you let out a loud cry of pleasure-- your moan a lot louder than you intended and Jungkook drowned himself in the sweet sound of it. 

He pulled out of your convulsing wetness and began to jerk himself off, the room filled with the musky scent of sex, the sound of your faltered breathing and Jungkook’s hand sliding up and down his admirable length at a fast speed. 

You looked at the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and you could tell he was close. With just a couple more thrusts into his hand, he let a stream of white leak out of his tip, a string of curses escaping his lips. 

He collapsed on top of you and you let him recover, stringing your fingers through his soft hair to soothe him after the intense pleasure. The two of you laid in each other’s arms, closer than ever. 

“I love you,” you cooed into his ear and Jungkook peeled himself off your chest only to plant a messy kiss on your lips. 

“I love you more.” 

Read Part 3 here!

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