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vee-beeee · 6 months

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The Die-Hard episode

This is genuinely my first piece of writing anything sooo please forgive me lol

I watched die-hard and then Brooklyn 99 and Detroit become human and I wanted to mix those together, sorry if this has been done before but now I'm doing it baby.

Also It's my first time writing these characters so its a whole party

Conner and nines x (fem) reader

IM SORRY FOR SPELLING ERRORSS AND PLOT HOLES

Warnings: violence kinda, worry, die hard

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"Conner is this what I think it is"

"Please stay quiet y/n"

"That's impossible for her to do Conner. You've given her an impossible task"

"Thank you for your insight Nines"

"Anytime"

"I've scanned the area, the store is definitely being robbed"

(Record scratch, freeze frame on 3 faces who all look equally pissed.)

Yup. That's us. You're probably wondering how we got into this situation.

It started it off so innocent. I was a detective working at the Detroit police station, and my partner was a dog. Which made me public friend number #1 in Conner's eyes. When he first introduced himself to me it was after he deviated and things had settled down. I had seen him milling around before but never got a chance to say hi.

But then he came up with his cute little smile to say hi and ask about my dog.

So obviously we started dating.

And then Nines came in, and he was my new partner. He was grumpy and less smiley than Conner, but it was very endearing. Oh and very hot.

So then he and Conner had a chat.

So then I was dating him too.

Now were all caught up. Tomorrow is Hank's cop-aversary, and me and the boys wanted to buy him something super special. More specifically, me and Conner wanted to buy Hank something and Nines just came along "to provide proper protection". But a case had run long for me and Nines, and Conner and Hank ended up helping. Then Conner had to find an excuse to leave with me and Nines, and this excuse ended up being "We have to go help detective y/n with finding female sanitary napkins " and quickly left after seeing Hank's disgusted face. Works every time.

But that didn't matter to much, we were still late. And the store was currently being locked by an employee who looked absolutely dead inside.

Que 3 maniacs running down the street.

"Wait!" I shouted from down the street, absolutely out of breath and wheezing. The 2 androids ahead of me slowed to a stop and started bargaining with the guy locking up while I caught up with them. I put my hands on my knees and was on the verge of passing out. While Conner was using his puppy dog eyes on the employee, Nines turned around to look at me and smirked.

"Aren't you a police officer? That was nothing but a light jog."

I puffed out a breath and stood up, pointing at him very menacingly.

"Watch it mister. I can totally run faster than you."

He huffed out a laugh, his tone teasing as he challenged me to test that theory.

"Oh your so on" I laughed, regaining my breath. I was actually about to start getting into a silly racers pose but Conner turned around having successfully convinced the man to let us in by just waiting until me and Nines were both not looking and handing the guy closing up a 20 after he realized his negotiating was not working.

"I got us in, but we have to hurry." He held the door open for us as we shuffled in and I noted how nice and empty the store was. The lights were dimmed and soft music was playing through the store. I grabbed Conner's hand and intertwined our fingers, asking how he convinced the guy to let us in. He blushed blue, his LED turning a slight yellow and simply stated

"I'm programmed to be a top-notch negotiator y/n."

I was about to totally believe him when Nines interrupted by grabbing my other hand and gave Conner a signature Nines stare and teasingly said

"You bribed him with a 20 after puppy dog eyes didn't work , didn't you?"

Conner stuttered and I burst out laughing, while Nines shook with small laughter. Conner started to reprimand him for being mean but I noticed the store had some old-timey albums for sale and bolted in that direction. Nines and Conner noticed and took off after me. I stopped in front of the Metal section and Conner started pointing out Hanks favorite artists. We were looking through the selection when we heard a giant crash and yelling. Conner was instantly crowding my back and alert. Nines went quiet and leaned down, listening.

That catch's us up to the were we are now. Huddling on the floor while Conner and Nines communicate through their LEDs, leaving me slightly in the dark.

Conner had his hand on my back and was encouraging me to crouch while still crowding me, and Nines sat in front of me, shielding me with his massive frame. In the dim light, I could make out the light of Conner's LED flashing yellow in the reflection of the smooth floor. More yelling occurs and I hear Conner whisper to me

"They are securing and locking the exits."

And suddenly, my favorite movie I had recently shown Conner and Nines on our annual movie night pops into my head. Before I can stop myself I excitedly whisper

"Real. Life. Die Hard."

This caught Conner so off guard he took his hand off my back to lean forward and look at me, while Nines had even turned around to give me a confused look. I realize I had maybe sounded TOO excited and tried to correct it.

"I mean, oh no!! Crime!!"

Nines smirked and turned around and I could feel more than hear Conner's subdued laughter. I smiled to myself, but before I could do anything else another crash and shout are heard.

But closer this time.

Now I really try to stay quiet and I see Nines lean out of the isle we are huddling in to discreetly look both ways. His LED flashes red as he turns around to fully face me and Conner and motions for us to waddle backwards. Conner wraps a hand around my waist to direct me to crawl on my hands and knees behind him so he stays in front while Nines stays behind me. We stop at the end of the isle and Conner checks if the coast is clear. He nods his head to me and we cross. We manage to crawl to a corner of the store, the home section that contains bedsheets and blankets and towels. Feeling confident we wont get caught the second I open my mouth, I start asking questions.

"What's going on? Why are they robbing this regular store? And why are they taking so long?"

Conner kneels back on his heels too address me and Nines.

"In my scan I counted 13 men." He says quickly, as Nines pops in with a comment saying they have unusually dangerous fire arms and I shudder. Why would they be taking this long to rob a simple store? And with heavy duty weaponry? It must be something else entirely.

"They must be here for another reason" Conner, seemingly reading my thoughts, points out.

I see Nines close his eyes and his LED flash yellow and red and back to blue. He opens his eyes and they hold more worry than before.

"The building next to this one appears to be a bank. With how many men there are and the time this is taking, I believe this is far past a simple store robbery." He finishes, looking to Conner.

"What are we going to do? Are we going to try and stop them?" I ask, looking at both of them before fiddling with a bracelet on my wrist, full of anxious energy. I definitely didn't want to be dealing with this after the rough day today, and we are supposed to be getting something special for Hank's special day.

"We need to call the station, we need backup from the looks of their firearms. We need to be careful." Conner looks to me and notices my bracelet fiddling, and reaches out to hold my hand, giving it a firm squeeze.

Nines quietly says he's on it and I see him send the message for the station.

"You're kidding." He angry spits out, his brows furrowed as he looks to Conner.

"There was some riot about something stupid down town that has tied up most officers, and the station says the latest they can be here to provide back up is in 40 minutes." He looks absolutely pissed. We all stay quiet, trying to think of what to do when I have the most brilliant idea ever to be thought.

"Guys" I grab there attention and they both turn to me. "Lets die hard it."

They look at me like I'm and idiot (specifically Nines does and Conner just looks more confused. ) I decide to continue with my idea

"You know in Die Hard, John McClane takes out the evil bad guys one by one and then saves the day? Lets do that and take them out one by one while we wait for the back up to get here. We can set up traps and have cool weapons and stuff!"

I started to get excited but their combined faces make my mood go to bummer mode.

"I mean, it could work. Its an option" Conner starts, looking to Nines. They proceed to continue to have the conversation, but telepathically, by the looks of their hard stares and blinking LEDs.

"No. They are dangerous people and we are not letting her get herself hurt." Nines pipes up finally, LED still red.

"Well I mean, she can handle herself. Besides, it's a smart idea." Conner protests for you.

Nines is quiet while he processes before he gives Conner one more hard stare and turns to look at me. I see his gaze soften as he asks me what we need to do. I bounce on my heels and clap my hands quietly an whisper shout a yay while Nines rolls his eyes, and Conner give me an adoring look. We then start on a plan.

And it goes a little something like this.

(35 minutes until police back up)

Me and Conner go to the craft section to politely steal a pen for a very important part of the plan, writing the bad guys names down. He protests when I rip open the package of sharpies but I reason the manger will be thanking us later for stopping a robbery and being cool while we do it. He finally nods and smiles at me.

While me and Conner do this, Nines goes to investigate his theory that the real reason the criminals are here is because they are robbing a bank that's adjacent to this store. Me and Conner had made him promise and pinky swear he wouldn't actually be going in to try and beat all the guys up by himself.

As me and Conner started to make our traps for the guys, we heard one guy walk past with a walkie talkie. His name was "Mark" which was totally un-villan like to my dismay. But what he was saying was more interesting. They had apparently taken all store employees as hostages and locked them in the back. I raised my eyebrows in shock and looked to Conner, his LED blinking red and his expression getting darker every second. The man eventually walked away to deal with a mysterious shadow someone saw, and I took the opportunity to write Marks name down. Along with the person he was taking to, which I dubbed his name Hans. Conner quietly noted that its not really healthy to use marker on my skin but I just kissed his cheek and continued writing, watching him turn blue.

We moved on to equip ourselves with a little arsenal to deal with the robbers.

A now, and epic montage of Conner and his girlfriend knocking out 6 guys using:

-Christmas balls

-Fire pokers

-Lamps

-Legos

-Paint

-Conner's fist

(20 minutes until police back up)

You got done checking off the last name you had written on your arm when Nines snuck out of the dark to you guys. He looked pissed and worried.

"Its what I thought, they brought explosives to get into the bank. And they have hostages."

You and Conner looked at each other, and confirmed with Nines you had heard about the hostages. He stated he had located them and you all thought about your next move. Your epic awesome die hard plan was veering off the tracks when you said

"We should go help the hostages, they are just employees and are probably scared."

Conner nodded his head with you and Nines volunteered to lead to way.

Which ended in Nines and Conner getting caught, while they shoved you out of the way. You hid in a clothing rack and saw 8 guys pushing their guns and shoving your boys into the back rooms. Where you saw a glimpse of the hostages. You knew combined, Conner and Nines could take those guys, but you guessed they didn't want to cause any gunfire. You waited patiently and tried to breathe slowly as the doors shut on your android boys.

You slid down the metal pole in the center of the rack, trying to figure out what to do next. Now it was REALLY Die hard. Only you were left.

Suddenly, a really good idea hit you.

The vents.

Que you sliding through the stores barely-big-enough-for-you vents and mumbling die hard quotes to yourself as you managed to get to a grate that was directly above the hostages. You noted at least 15 hostages, some androids and some human. You also noticed Conner getting a gun pointed right to his temple.

You almost let out a gasp of shock but quieted yourself as you watched the head macho guy explain how he hates cops and androids, and tell Conner his android kill count. While he was monologuing you spotted Nines sitting a ways away trying not to make it obvious he was staring right at you, LED spinning yellow. You briefly forgot how on earth he could see you there, but remembered

android stuff.

And so you turned your body to see how many men were behind the macho man who was very quickly finishing up his speech, and decided screw it.

So you punched the grate as hard as you could and fell with the grate right on the monologuing guys head. You both groaned and you briefly saw Conner and Nines jump up to use your distraction to take out the 4 other guys in the room. The guy below you seemed to be knocked out so you lay there, eyes blinking shut, until you saw a pair of classy shoes in your vision come to your head. They creased as the owner leaned down (Nines) to gently ask you to untie him and ask if you were okay. His face was a mix of amusement and worry, and you felt another pair of gentle cuffed hands pull you up into a sitting position. You blinked and immediately started undoing Nines cuffs, and he shook his hands and tended to the hostages that were huddled in the corner. You then saw the hands that helped you up and a very worried Conner enter your vision. You smiled at him and started undoing his cuffs while you saw his LED blinking, and you realized he was probably scanning you. He blinked harshly a couple time and informed you that you should have a couple bruises and you might have a minor concussion. When you finished his cuffs, you kissed his cheeks

"I'm okay Conner, thank you"

He smiled and kissed your cheek back and proceeded to help Nines with the hostages. You sat for a minute, really now fulling feeling that minor concussion. After a couple minutes, you started to hear sirens getting louder and moving to your location.

You had successfully Die harded it.

(Skip to the next day)

The police did some digging and found out the guys had broken into the store to blow up the wall right next to the bank. But your boys and you had successfully stopped the crime from escalating.

And also got Hank his gift for free.

So after the whole fiasco, you were now sitting in Hanks home, getting warm under a blanket. Androids by your side, Sumo at your feet, watching Hank excitedly undo the wrapping on his present surprising quickly. He let out a whistle at the old album you guys had gotten him and thanked you all with a surprising amount of sincerity. He might have felt guilty that you all almost died trying to get him gift, but oh well.

All in a days work for Conner and Nines McClane and Y/N Gennaro.

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THANKS FOR READING

I literally wrote this on a whim so I hope its good and I might write more ideas out.

Sorry if the ending is rushed too :(

#dbh connor #dbh nines #dbh rk800 #dbh rk900 #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk900 x reader #die hard #detroit become human

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ao3feed-johnnylawrence · 1 month

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Mirror of my soul

by Malcifer He was reminded bizarrely of the movies of his youth, the record scratch freeze-frame asking the question “So I expect you're wondering how I got into this situation?” And honestly, it was kind of a long story. Words: 3237, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV), Karate Kid (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence, Robby Keene, Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Mr. Miyagi (Karate Kid), Terry Silver, John Kreese, Bobby Brown (Karate Kid), Chozen Toguchi Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Animal Symbolism, Daemon Touching, Flashbacks, Character Study, Cyclical Structure via https://ift.tt/zl5Q9P3

#LawRusso #Johnny Lawrence #Daniel LaRusso #Cobra Kai

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makerkenzie · 1 year

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WHAT IF Robb Stark heeded good advice? Part 3

I'm back, lions and leopards. Your baby-eating deviant Lannistan is back, continuing the alternate timeline of "the North wins the war in this one." See Part 1: Things to do differently, and Part 2: How is that working out?

Where we left off: King Robb has a dawning realization that Lord Tywin isn't really fighting him on the battlefield. Everyone knows Stannis Baratheon is on his way to besiege King's Landing, and Robb understands King Stannis wouldn't be any more amenable to an independent North than the current Lannister regime is now. No matter who wins the battle, the Freys will probably turn cloak, and Robb can't afford that. He needs to have a productive discussion of terms before the siege, and the best candidate for that discussion is Acting King's Hand Tyrion.

King Robb's entourage will include:

His mother, Catelyn, who's proven an astute advisor, and has recent up-close experience with Tyrion.

Uncle Edmure, soon to become Lord of Riverrun.

Ser Stevron Frey is still alive in this one because they didn't attack Oxcross, so he didn't take a wound. He's the heir to the Crossing.

Lord Greatjon Umber, lord of Last Hearth and King Robb's fiercest supporter.

Ser Wylis Manderly, heir to New Castle.

Lady Maege Mormont of Bear Island.

Theon Greyjoy, heir to Pyke.

Their hostage Ser Jaime Lannister, the shiny thing to dangle in Tyrion's face.

Lady Brienne of Tarth, Lady Catelyn's sworn sword there to keep Ser Jaime in line.

There are probably some other people I should include in the team. I think it's definitely in King Robb's interest to bring this bunch, at least.

Team shows up at the Red Keep! If I were Robb, I'd give Ser Jaime several good meals along the trip and a bath, shave and clean clothes just before they let Tyrion see him.

Now this doesn't mean they're releasing Jaime into his brother's custody effective immediately. It means a prisoner exchange is on the table. They've brought him this far as a gesture of good faith.

...and in the spirit of good faith, Robb and Catelyn would like to see Sansa and Arya.

So Tyrion's all like, yes, of course. Here's Sansa! See, she's fine, we're taking good care of her!

Yes, good, and, what about Arya?

And Tyrion starts making shit up about Arya being such a trickster, always playing hide-and-seek, and this one time she didn't turn up for supper and it took the septa SEVEN HOURS to find her...

Cue the record scratch, freeze frame on Tyrion: "You must be wondering how I got here."

In all seriousness, the Starks' first suspicion is that Arya's dead and the Lannisters know it. Shit's about to get real, and Sansa starts making noises because she doesn't want to see her mom, big brother, and uncle get slaughtered or locked in cells. At some point Brienne gets in the middle of the fray and shockwaves everyone out to the edges.

Long story somewhat shorter: Tyrion insists they WANT to give Arya back to her family and they have people on the case of FINDING HER, and there's no reason to think she's dead. Sansa corroborates enough to tell the Starks it's still possible for Arya to turn up alive and the Lannisters aren't hiding her.

Back to the war camp outside the city walls. They let Tyrion sweat for a few days while Robb argues about terms and tactics with his team. Ultimately! Catelyn convinces her son that they still need to conclude the war sooner rather than later. Back to the Red Keep!

THIS TIME, as they know the Lannisters only have one of the girls to trade for Jaime, the Starks are in a stronger position.

From Tyrion's position: He's not convinced that Northern independence is even tenable, much less if they take the Riverlands with them. He's even less convinced there's any version of splitting the kingdom that his father would honor in the long term. He sees his assignment as getting Jaime safely home, and convincing the Starks to bend the knee, in that order.

With Team Stark at the table, Tyrion's questions are:

The Wall. Robb says yes, of course, it'll be the North's responsibility to maintain the Night's Watch. If men from the southern provinces want to volunteer for the Watch, they're granted safe passage through the North, but the Iron Throne is under no obligation. If the Wall is inadequately guarded and maintained, the North will bear the brunt of wildling raids.

Right, about that? Tyrion visited the Wall and hung out with men of the Watch and he'd like to know: what happens if the danger beyond the Wall is something much worse than a bunch of ragged people they don't like? How does the southern kingdom trust the North to protect everyone from a Snow Zombie invasion?

Robb's handwaving away that concern, but Tyrion has his reservations. He puts that one aside and moves on to:

The freaking Riverlands, I tell you. That's a problem. They want to take the center out of the kingdom? How are the other regions supposed to accept that?

Well, his daddy should've thought about that---

Yes, yes, his father ravaged the center of the kingdom, and it was easy. Of course once an agreement is reached, they'll withdraw their army from the Trident, yes. And how does the North intend to protect the Riverlands from invasion by other regional armies? It's either an independent kingdom, or not. That's the part where Ser Stevron and Uncle Edmure start asking to speak to King Robb in the next room.

After a tense discussion away from Tyrion, Robb comes back and assures him they'll have no problem with civilian travel through the Riverlands and of course they'll be responsible for protection. Edmure and Stevron still seem nervous but Tyrion is ready to move on.

If the new kingdom has a poor harvest and abrupt winter, they realize they can't ask the Iron Throne for food aid? They can buy food shipments from the Reach, sure, but if they can't pay for it, then they'll just have to suffer the famine. Which brings us back to the Wall.

If the Iron Throne gets word of a non-human threat coming from beyond the Wall, and the North has failed to support the Night's Watch enough to contain the threat, that's a problem for the entire continent. Again, Robb insists the Snow Zombies are long gone.

So Tyrion asks: But what if they're not long gone? If the Snow Zombies come back, and the North has failed to maintain the Wall, whether from hardship or disinclination, then the entire continent is in danger, and how does the North expect the southern kingdom to respond? The point is that if the North fails to protect the continent from supernatural threats, then its independence is null and void and the IT will re-annex the entire goddamn territory. Robb says okay, that's fine, because he is entirely sure the Snow Zombies aren't coming.

What about the Iron Islands? Are they part of the new independent Northern kingdom? No, they'll be another independent kingdom on their own. Oh really? So if the isles raid the North/Riverlands, they're prepared to deal with the attacks and not seek the Iron Throne's aid? Theon insists his dad won't do that. To which Tyrion feels like:

BUT SERIOUSLY, these terms aren't only applicable to the near future. When the current players' grandchildren are ruling their kingdoms, and the isles go raiding the Northern kingdom, then...?

13. So that's when Maege Mormont pulls Robb aside and there's another discussion behind the nearest closed door. They come back in looking moderately twitchy. Robb assures Tyrion he and his vassals will arrange their own safeguards against attacks from the isles.

14. Speaking of which! About the Ironborn currently attacking the west? They'll need to withdraw before the North gets any sort of agreement from the Lannisters. And if they want their own independence, they'll need to send a delegation down to KL to negotiate their own terms. Theon says yeah, okay, they'll do that. Tyrion says furthermore, if the isles go on attacking any of the southern provinces, and the North enables them in any way...the North's independence is null and void. Robb agrees, of course they will not enable the isles to raid the mainland. Tyrion continues that it goes without saying (but he's saying it anyway) that if the North/Riverlands attacks the southern kingdom, they will be re-annexed with extreme prejudice. Robb assures him they don't want any more war.

15. By this point, Tyrion's thinking he can actually get on board with splitting the kingdom. It's probably not sustainable past five years into the coming winter, but he's prepared to let them try it. There's still the matter of how much longer he'll be Acting King's Hand. He says to Robb, a treaty won't do them any good if his father rips it up. There's also the risk of Stannis taking over, and if he does, there's no way of knowing if he'll honor the treaty. (Catelyn knows.) The only assurance Tyrion can offer in that area is that if Stannis wins, and he doesn't honor the treaty, then the Starks don't have to pay tribute to the Iron Throne. Yes, they will be expected to make payments, which Tyrion is willing to divide into easily manageable amounts by spreading them over the next 200 years or so. Consider it 1) clean-up fee for their allies attacking the Westerlands, 2) restitution for forcing the Lannisters to divide their army whilst dealing with Stannis, and 3) insurance against Wall collapse. Fair or not, there's no way Tywin will honor the treaty if it doesn't include some sort of recompense. Even there, Tyrion offers an alternative: the Starks summon their army to KL to ally with the Lannisters against Stannis. Catelyn pulls her son aside and tells him: just make the payments. Their family can renegotiate the amounts with the next king or Hand.

16. With that much agreed, here's the procedure. First, the Starks exchange Tyrion's brother for Robb's sister before they leave the city, or there's no treaty. Second, they contact their allies in the west and demand immediate withdrawal. The treaty isn't valid until the invaders are gone. Finally, Tyrion promises to keep his agents searching for Arya, and if she turns up alive, they'll escort her back to Winterfell. HOWEVER: if Tywin honors the treaty, Cersei is likely to demand a hostage, and her demand will be supplied. So, the Starks need to prepare to say goodbye to another family member.

17. There are more prisoners of war on both sides. They'll stay where they are until after the battle. If Stannis wins...then, that'll be one of the less dangerous discussions the Starks will have with him.

18. The prisoner exchange is a joyous event. Sansa can't stop hugging her fam. Tyrion sticks Jaime in a tower cell in Maegor's Holdfast until he promises to hide in the secret tunnels during the battle. To their shock and horror, Cersei agrees with Tyrion that Jaime should sit out the battle after his months of being chained to a wall in Riverrun. Jaime promises to stay out of the fighting, just to make his siblings happy. And then when the battle begins, he disguises himself like a common man-at-arms and he goes out and fights. His presence on the field prevents Ser Mandon Moore from making his murder attempt on Tyrion. WHICH MEANS, Tyrion doesn't take any serious injuries during the battle, he isn't bedridden for days afterward, and his daddy can't railroad him out of the discussion following their victory. Things are getting twitchy between Jaime and Cersei.

19. The Starks send ravens to their allies in the west, followed by messengers in case the ravens don't make it, instructing withdrawal from the territory. Rickard Karstark doesn't like the news, as he still insists on killing Ser Jaime. Robb starts by reminding him of his surviving son Harrion, prisoner of the Lannister army, and follows by promising execution for insubordination. The Ironborn withdraw from the west, just in time for the Starks to get the heck out of Dodge before Stannis sails into Blackwater Bay. They ride back up to Riverrun and hold their breath for a resolution.

20. Tywin isn't exactly "happy" about the independence treaty, but he honors it because the war has already cost them huge amounts of gold, grain harvest, and lives. Tribute payments are welcome news. Cersei demands a hostage from the Starks, as promised. The Starks pause at the Twins on the way back to Winterfell so Robb can marry some giddy young she-weasel as they'd previously agreed. Nobody's head gets sewn onto a direwolf. Harrion Karstark goes home with his dad and Gawen Westerling goes home to the Crag.

21. The Starks roll up to Winterfell with Robb's new bride beside him and Brienne still serving Catelyn. Nobody's invaded or burned the castle. Theon is still their hostage and has all his appendages fully attached. There's the joyous reunion with Bran and Rickon, though Arya's absence is still heavy in the air. It's even more bittersweet when the raven arrives with Cersei's demand of a hostage. They're trying to convince Cersei to accept a sibling of the she-weasel, and Cersei is not having it. She demands one of Robb's family of birth, or she will claim his firstborn child. Just as the family are almost ready to accept they'll have to send Rickon to the Red Keep, Sandor Clegane rides up to the castle gates with Arya. There's another joyful reunion, and after rolling around in a pile of hugs and kisses with her children, Catelyn makes a decision: she will be the hostage. Brienne accompanies her to the Red Keep, where Cat releases her from service. Cersei is satisfied.

Now winter is coming and the North has its independence. It'll stay that way as long as they can keep the Riverlands secure. And as long as Balon Greyjoy behaves himself. And they have enough grain and salt beef to keep their people fed through the winter. And as long as the Wall doesn't crack. Sure, they've got it from there.

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wiccawrites · 11 months

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(pls assume kitties are 1 cat & pic is a composite of multiple timestamps lol)

*record scratch*

*freeze frame*

yep, that's me. you're probably wondering how a werewolf ended up as a fucking kitten chewing on the sleeve of the asshole who got them into this mess. it all started when this shitty vampire in his ugly ombre red suit trespassed into our pack's territory while on the run from witches.

fucking witches, man.

((idk where this is going I just like the idea of spiteful kitten!Porsche making vampire!Kinn's life a living hell 😂))

#vomiting this into the universe just cuz I can #oh ancient vampire has a room full of antiques???#vases shattered #fine china broken #paintings shredded #Kinn literally finds Porsche sliding down from a Japanese painting he'd commissioned from ((insert famous japanese painter here))#sorry I'm uncultured swine #idk any japanese painters

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theharrowing · 2 years

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All Tangled Up

After a night of drinking and having fun, Jimin gets himself tangled in Jungkook's mosquito net and Jungkook has to take care of him.

🍃 Jimin x Jungkook

🍃 word count: 8k

🍃 established relationship, canon compliant, idol au, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: top Jungkook, bottom Jimin. events take place during In The Soop 1. Jimin & Jungkook are a bit drunk. teasing, begging, oral sex, ass eating, anal fingering, anal sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cuddling, cock warming, shameless smut.

🍃 written for the Serenity: In The Soop Fest!

🍃 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🍃 posted june 2022 | read on ao3

It was there, in the yard, in the middle of the night, tangled up in a mosquito net, where an intoxicated Park Jimin, age 24, had his very own *Freeze Frame, Record Scratch* "Yeah, that's me; you're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation" moment.

Earlier in the evening, dinner had just wrapped up in the main house, and everyone had their fill of soju and beer. The mood was still light and fun after the whole chicken frying fiasco that took the guys around two hours to sort out, and Jungkook was energetic as ever. Jimin couldn't help but swoon. He wanted that energy all to himself, but he knew it wouldn't be polite to leave the rest of the group so early, so instead, he got Jungkook out of the house and suggested the two of them play a rousing game of ping pong.

More beers were opened, and as the ping pong game quickly devolved into incoherent shouting and failed attempts to score any points, members started to turn in for the night, and Jimin did his best to keep Jungkook riled up.

Keeping Jungkook riled up is pretty simple, as long as you have a competitive spirit, which Jimin has in spades, so Jimin started a fun little game of tag by kissing Jungkook on the cheek, muttering, "Tag, you're it," and taking off running through the yard.

It didn't take Jungkook long to catch up to Jimin, and he caught him by picking him up and spinning him around. Jimin dug his heels in the ground and tried to scold Jungkook, but Jungkook planted a soft kiss on Jimin's lips and then ran in the opposite direction.

Jimin gave chase for a while, panting and whining about how Jungkook was too fast and enduring Jungkook's teasing remarks about how Jimin started the game in the first place. Jimin picked up a soft ball and held it in his hands, attempting to aim it at Jungkook, and Jungkook wiggled from side to side, ready to dodge it.

"Yah!" Seokjin shouted from his tent. "I'm trying to sleep!"

As Jungkook shouted, "Sorry, hyung!" Jimin took aim and chucked the ball, yelling, "You're it!"

Jimin ran back towards the house, unsure if he wanted to try his luck by going inside, but Jungkook was on him too fast and shoved him down into the grass. Jimin toppled over and lay on the ground, rethinking his life choices as Jungkook ran off to the lakehouse. Then, Jimin finally hobbled up, grabbed the ball, and carried it with him, half intent on throwing it at Jungkook as payment for shoving him.

The door was locked, so Jimin knocked, muttering for Jungkook to let him in. He was suddenly exhausted from all the running around and alcohol consumption, and when Jungkook unlocked the door and waited for Jimin to push it open, Jimin barely reacted to Jungkook in his boxing gloves, gently punching him.

"I want to lay down," Jimin grumbled and pushed his way into Jungkook's room.

Jungkook muttered something Jimin missed because, in a fit of laughter, Jimin threw himself onto Jungkook's bed, landing on the mosquito net.

"No, don't!" Jungkook shouted, but Jimin was all giggles. Giggling because he laid on the net. Giggling because he had more to drink tonight than he'd had in what felt like forever. Giggling, giggling, giggling.

Jimin rolled around, and Jungkook continued to shout, and then, in a somewhat drunken haze, Jimin decided he wasn't done running and got up, off Jungkook's bed and took off for the door. Jimin hardly registered that the mosquito net was caught around his ankle until he was exiting the room and it got caught in the doorway. Jungkook's shouting should have tipped Jimin off, but Jimin was too giddy to care.

And that's when Jimin stumbled off the dock and onto the grass, losing his footing and falling onto the lawn, exasperated but giddy.

Footsteps run across the wooden dock, then crunch softly in the grass, and Jungkook is catching up, crouching down by Jimin's ankle and muttering, "What—are you okay?"

Jimin is exhausted, huffing out air that would be laughter if he had the energy to laugh—if his ribs didn't hurt so much from all the giggling before. A camera director peeks out from the house and asks if they need assistance, and Jimin waves him off.

"I think I twisted my ankle, and probably my knee," Jimin half-whines to Jungkook. "Because you shoved me to the ground! You'll have to carry me back."

Jungkook squints and tries to get a good look at the situation, then shakes his head with a chuckle. "Oh, Jimin-ssi."

Jimin slaps Jungkook on the chest with the back of his hand and mutters, "Don't call me that, you punk." Then Jimin looks around to see that the video staff have all packed up for the night, grabs a handful of Jungkook's sweater and tugs him down onto the grass.

"Take care of me, Ggukie," Jimin says in a deep, playful, somewhat slurry voice. He wants to get a rise out of Jungkook, and he does—Jungkook looks at Jimin with wide, curious eyes, then he glances around to make sure they're alone.

"How did you even manage this, Jiminah?" Jungkook groans, giving Jimin some of the attention he desires, but not without teasing him a little.

Jimin fists Jungkook's shirt tighter and pulls him down, causing Jungkook to nearly crash into him—thankfully, Jungkook's quick reflexes cause him to catch himself on a palm in the grass next to Jimin's head. Jimin giggles and—more gently—pulls Jungkook into a kiss, and Jungkook hesitates but leans into it. Jimin knows he's not hesitating because he doesn't want anyone to see them share an intimate moment; he's just hesitant. Jeon Jungkook, the world-famous idol, is always hesitant; he has no choice but to be.

"Carry me, Ggukie," Jimin whines against Jungkook's lips.

Jungkook chuckles and mutters, "Let's get you untangled first," as he sits up and shifts his weight over to reach the net. He scoffs and tilts his head, and Jimin knows he's silently being judged, but he doesn't mind. Jungkook gently lifts Jimin's leg and holds it steady in his left hand while he unwraps the net with his right.

"Gotta be more careful, Jiminah," Jungkook teases. "Can't be such a troublemaker all the time."

Jimin swats Jungkook on the arm and whines, pulling his lips into a pout, but Jungkook stays focused on his work. Once Jimin's leg is free, Jungkook gently sets his foot back down and gets into a squat position, and slides one hand under Jimin's thighs and the other around his back. Although it's an innocuous thing that Jungkook would do for any of his hyungs, being held in Jungkook's arms has a swarm of excitement taking flight in Jimin's tummy, and he nuzzles his face into Jungkook's neck.

Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook's shoulders and quickly kisses Jungkook's cheek with a giggle, leaving behind a trace of sparks on his lips from Jungkook's skin. Jungkook groans dramatically as he stands, pretending Jimin is heavy, making Jimin pout. And then he carries Jimin back to the lakehouse, stepping quietly on the wooden dock.

With his toe, Jungkook softly kicks the door open, careful not to let it make too much noise, then turns to the side to get Jimin's feet through the doorway without letting him hit the frame. It's no secret that Jungkook is always careful when it comes to Jimin, and he's extra careful now. Jungkook finds a towel sitting on a cabinet and tosses it at the camera that's set up in the corner of his room, smiling to himself when it drapes over the lens.

Once at the bed, Jungkook gives Jimin a devious grin and swings him out, pretending like he's going to throw him, and—despite knowing Jungkook wouldn't actually toss him—Jimin squeals and holds onto Jungkook tighter, burying his face into Jungkook's neck. As soon as Jimin's soft, plush lips brush against Jungkook's skin, Jungkook tenses, and a knowing bolt of electricity soars through Jimin's body. Jungkook halts the swinging movement, and Jimin slowly moves his head back to grin at Jungkook, whose gaze is fixed on him.

"How would you like me to take care of you, yeobo?" Jungkook asks.

The term of endearment mixed with Jungkook's voice suddenly taking on a sultry tone with a hint of satoori, makes Jimin's breath hitch, and his eyes widen before he smirks. Then, Jimin pouts with eyes still wide and bats his eyelashes.

"You'll have to distract me from the pain."

Jimin angles his lips up for a kiss, and Jungkook leans down with a shy smile, but before he can kiss Jimin's lips, Jimin sneaks a kiss to the end of Jungkook's nose with a sweet giggle.

"Such a tease, Jiminah," Jungkook whines as he kneels down onto his bed, placing Jimin on the mattress, but still holding onto him.

"Do something about it, Ggukie."

Jungkook sits and watches Jimin, and Jimin gazes lovingly at the stars in Jungkook's eyes. Sometimes Jungkook does this—just gets completely lost inside his head—and Jimin likes to give him a chance to be lost for a bit, to get caught up and not be overwhelmed. Once Jimin becomes restless, he leans up and gently rubs his nose on Jungkook's nose, breaking him from his spell, and Jungkook leans in for another kiss that Jimin blocks by tilting his chin down.

"Jiminah," Jungkook whines, and Jimin licks across Jungkook's lips with a giggle before retracting his mouth once more.

"You drive me crazy, Jungkook," Jimin says sweetly.

Jungkook pouts. "You're the one teasing me, though."

"You teased me all day!" Jimin retorts, and Jungkook tilts his head.

"Eung? I didn't do anything."

"You did!" Jimin insists, giving Jungkook his most expressive and insistent face, complete with wider eyes than before. "You painted, and then you made that sauce from scratch!"

"From a youtube video!"

"You cooked and helped everyone and then got adorably drunk and danced like an idiot, and you expected me to just sit here and watch it all!"

Jungkook frowns in thought. "I teased you by being helpful and...you didn't even watch me paint!"

"No, because I would have spontaneously combusted! And then yours and Namjoon's paintings would have been ruined." Jimin pouts.

Jimin watches as the cogs turn in Jungkook's head, and he sneaks a quick kiss again to pull Jungkook out of his thoughts. Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin's back and holds him still, then gently pecks Jimin's lips with a smirk.

"Sorry for teasing you all day," Jungkook says in a slightly mocking tone. "I can't help being golden."

Jimin sucks on Jungkook's lower lip but tilts his head away when Jungkook tries for another kiss, and Jungkook groans. Jimin continues his teasing, licking at Jungkook's mouth and pulling away, and Jungkook responds by straddling Jimin and gently grabbing his head, pressing him into the pillow.

"Are you going to let me take care of you or not?" Jungkook groans, laying the satoori on thick, and a little spark of arousal courses through Jimin.

Jimin tosses his arms up in an act of submission and sighs dramatically as he throws his head to the side. He intends on giving Jungkook a sly smile to invite him to initiate something more heated, but Jungkook is a step ahead and rubs his nose on Jimin's neck before placing slow, firm kisses against his skin. Jimin can't help the whimper that leaves his lips as arousal shimmers through his limbs.

Jungkook is fluent in every way to drive Jimin wild, landing every breathy ministration of his lips precisely, playing Jimin from memory the way he plays his guitar. Of course, Jungkook has had years to study and learn Jimin, but it always fills Jimin with a sense of pride when Jungkook remembers exactly when he likes.

"Please," Jimin whines. He's eager to finally have Jungkook alone, and Jungkook's gentle affection makes him even needier.

"Patience, yeobo," Jungkook mutters against Jimin's skin.

Jimin groans, whimpers, and gently thrashes, and Jungkook continues his slow pace, kissing and licking along the column of Jimin's neck until he feels too sensitive, too electric to take it anymore, and begins to moan, hands still on the pillow above his head. Once Jungkook seems satisfied that Jimin is properly riled up, he sits up, still straddling Jimin, and pulls his shirt off.

The sight of Jungkook shirtless will never not make Jimin's head spin, and Jimin stares at Jungkook, at his muscles, at his tattoos, at the light sheen of sweat and the splotches of blush blooming on his chest and neck that indicate he's turned on.

Jimin sits up enough to pull his own shirt off and fall back against the pillow with a giggle. And Jungkook hovers, staring at Jimin, which makes Jimin squirm and feel antsy, despite having been stared at by Jungkook for years—despite longing to be stared at Jungkook every moment that he's not. Jimin reaches his hand out for Jungkook, grabs him by the ribs, and pulls him down, and Jungkook allows himself to be pulled, letting Jimin slot their lips together. Their kiss is slow, and though it's not heated, there's an urgency building in Jimin. Jimin licks over Jungkook's bottom lip and nips at it, making Jungkook whine.

"I want you," Jimin whines as he deepens the kiss, licking into Jungkook's mouth.

Jungkook sucks on Jimin's lip and rubs his nose against Jimin's nose. "Tell me what you want."

"You."

Jungkook sighs and gives Jimin his trying-to-be-stern wide-eyed stare. "Jiminah, tell me what you want."

Alcohol still courses through Jimin, and he lets out a pathetic whine and begins to flail petulantly. Jungkook knows what Jimin wants, has given Jimin what he wants many times, but where Jungkook likes to be given direction, Jimin likes to be pampered, and it causes a clash of wits from time to time until one of them finally caves and gives into the will of the other. It's typically Jimin who caves.

"Touch me," Jimin whines. "Please, before I cry."

“You’re pretty when you cry.”

Jimin swats at Jungkook, who chuckles and shifts his weight back, pulling Jimin's uninjured leg out from under him, then moves to the side to give the other leg some room, and Jimin drops his uninjured leg open, bent at the knee; he wants Jungkook to think about his legs being spread. Jungkook reaches for Jimin's waistbands and dances his fingertips over Jimin's skin, causing him to giggle before grabbing the garments and pulling them down. Jimin lifts his hips and wiggles them, assisting in the removal of his pants while making Jungkook smile.

And although the cute display does make Jungkook giggle, the sight of Jimin lying naked pulls Jungkook's mouth down, falling slack and serious. Jimin drops his leg down, spread and bent once more as his pants are pulled away, with extra care given to his injured leg—although, at this moment, it feels fine. Maybe a bit sore, at best.

Jungkook wastes no time leaning forward, littering Jimin's hips and tummy with kisses, licking around his belly button and nibbling the soft skin below it. Jimin's breath hitches and comes out ragged at the feeling of Jungkook's lips on him—finally on him, giving him what he needs. Arousal sparks throughout Jimin, tiny flames licking around every nerve ending that Jungkook's skilled, perfect lips come into contact with. Although Jungkook's skin grazes over Jimin's cock, chest and neck rubbing gently over him as he moves lower and lower, Jungkook still teases around it with his mouth, kissing Jimin's hips, down to his thighs, anywhere but where he wants Jungkook's mouth.

"Please," Jimin whines.

"Patience," Jungkook groans as he nibbles on the inside of Jimin's thigh, making Jimin whine and tremble.

Jimin balls his fists and pulls them above his head, resisting the urge to touch and grope and insist. Jungkook's hands splay open on Jimin's thighs, gently pushing him into the mattress, and Jimin could swear he feels warmth radiating from Jungkook's fingertips, blazing hot, threatening to turn Jimin to ash. Jungkook nudges Jimin's cock with the tip of his nose, breathes warm air over the tip, and Jimin gasps, exhales a ragged breath, and allows his eyelids to flutter closed.

Warmth and wetness—just a touch under the head where the skin is softest, a swirl of muscle, then a lap down along the vein and back up. Jimin holds in a moan, unsure of how thick and trustworthy the walls of the lakehouse are, biting into his bottom lip. More warmth and wetness tease the tip of Jimin's cock, and Jimin's hips shake. He opens his eyes and looks down to find Jungkook staring up at him, tongue hanging out and lips curled into a smirk. Jungkook keeps his eyes on Jimin as he sucks the tip into his mouth, and Jimin does his best to keep his eyes open and on the sight before him.

Jungkook looks absolutely sinful, but his mouth feels like heaven, enveloping Jimin's tip, tongue swirling and licking. Jungkook sucks gently, and Jimin's head falls back against the pillow once more, and he struggles to crane his neck to watch Jungkook, putting one hand under his head for stability. Jimin reaches out and gently runs his fingers through Jungkook's hair, then gathers it, keeping it out of Jungkook's face and giving him more of a view.

Jimin is on the brink of collapse. Jungkook's mouth gives so little, so gently sucking and licking. Jimin wants to whine, but he doesn't want to encourage Jungkook to continue his teasing, so he pulls his lips between his teeth to shush himself. The tip of Jungkook's tongue pokes at Jimin's slit, and he whimpers, dragging a hand in front of his mouth to stifle the sound. Jungkook groans and sucks Jimin into his throat with ease, taking almost his entire length, and Jimin pulls the pillow out from under his head and holds it over his face.

"You can't breathe like that Jiminah," Jungkook teases before swallowing Jimin once more.

"Don't n-need to breathe—aaahhh."

Oxygen, who needs that? Jungkook sucks Jimin down with his cheeks pulled in tight and swirls his tongue along the shaft of Jimin's cock when he comes back up—a signature move of his—and Jimin is never prepared. Fabric from the pillow moistens as Jimin inhales it between his lips, and he's becoming exponentially more sweaty than what's comfortable, but it's a quiet night, and Seokjin-hyung is in a tent on the lawn, and Jimin doesn't want him to think there's a banshee haunting the grounds, so asphyxiating on damp cotton is really the only other choice he has.

The pillow is pulled away from Jimin's face, and although Jimin tries with his might to hold onto it, Jungkook is stronger and tears it away, leaving the sweat on Jimin's skin to cool instantly. A shiver runs through Jimin from the cold, and it's a violent force that shakes his core as Jungkook continues to suck the soul from his body. Jimin does his best to keep his voice a whimper as he moans and praises. He's not saying full sentences, just mutters of "So good," and "Ggukie," and profanities, but they get the message across adequately with the aim to encourage Jungkook to continue.

It doesn't take long for Jimin to feel the arousal pool to the brink of overflowing. Jungkook's skilled mouth follows every cue—licks and sucks in the perfect rhythm to stir and stir until Jimin is a hurricane. The high feels incredible, out of this world, and Jimin equal parts wants to chase it to the end and wishes he could bathe in it. But it's impossible to bask in an undertow, and Jimin is swept under before he can take a final breath.

Jimin groans consonants that fail to become words as his body erupts, trembling all over. He takes a handful of Jungkook's hair, and Jungkook stops his movements, gives the reigns over to Jimin as he fucks into Jungkook's throat. Jungkook looks up, staring into Jimin's eyes with those dewy galaxies of his, and Jimin comes hard, head falling back against the pillow as he ruts his hips against Jungkook's perfect, pretty mouth.

When Jimin's hips still, pressed hard against Jungkook's lips, Jungkook sucks the last of Jimin's release, moaning and humming as if praising Jimin for a job well done. Jimin drops his hand to the bed and whines, low and deep, and Jungkook releases his spent cock and crawls up Jimin's body caging his head between Jungkook's elbows.

Jungkook's tongue tastes heady and sweet, and Jimin moans into his mouth. He lays pliant with lips slack as Jungkook takes and takes, licking into his mouth, pulling moans from his throat to swallow whole. Jimin reaches up and wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck, twists his wrists around as if to keep Jungkook close, and twirls a finger through Jungkook's dark brown hair.

"How was that for a distraction?" Jungkook asks with a smirk. Up close, Jungkook's eyes still hold the same sweet innocence they always have, and paired with his lips tugged into a playful sneer, he is truly the most dangerous man on earth.

"It's a good start."

Jungkook sucks on Jimin's bottom lip, pulling one more whine from Jimin's throat. "A good start, hmm?"

Jimin wants to grapple Jungkook down onto his back and straddle him. Wants to hold his arms over his head and tease Jungkook until he whines. But even without an injured leg, Jungkook has the upper hand. So, Jimin does what he does best in situations like these: He pouts.

With wide, pleading eyes, jutting his plush bottom lip out, Jimin says, "On your back, please, Ggukah."

Jungkook complies, rolling off Jimin and onto his back, falling into the space between the mattress and the wall, and a giggle erupts from him that's music to Jimin's ears, even if he thinks it may have been a little too loud. Jimin scoots toward the edge of the mattress, giving Jungkook room to wiggle in toward the middle, then he straddles Jungkook, favoring his good leg, although—aside from a little soreness in his knee and ankle—it still doesn't feel too bad. He probably won't feel it until the morning.

"I want your hands on the edge of the mattress, above your head," Jimin instructs. "If you move your arms, you'll be punished."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow as he reaches both hands over his head and grips onto the edge of the mattress. Jimin loves the way Jungkook obeys, love, love, loves the look of lust in Jungkook's eyes as he patiently waits for him. Jimin slides his hands up Jungkook's arms and leans forward, hovering over Jungkook, pressing his weight down into Jungkook's forearms because he knows Jungkook doesn't mind—likes it, even.

"You're so good to me," Jimin purrs. He rubs the tip of his nose over Jungkook's nose and Jungkook gasps, attempts to jut his lips out for a kiss, but Jimin hovers just out of reach—tilts his jaw under just enough.

Jimin rolls his hips down, rubs his ass over Jungkook's hard, clothed cock, and Jungkook whines a high, raspy sound. Jimin loves riling Jungkook up, loves teasing him until he breaks Jimin's rule and wraps his arms around Jimin, holding and tugging him where he wants to because he's strong and he can.

The punishment Jimin promises is an empty one—a threat that holds no weight. There's never a punishment once they're both so worked up they can't keep their hands and mouths away from each other. But it's the pretense that revs them up and gets everything started, and Jimin enjoys building it just as much as he enjoys watching it crumble.

"Please," Jungkook whines, rolling his hips up against Jimin, who angles his hips up and out of the way at the last second, making Jungkook whine some more.

"Patience," Jimin teases, in the same tone Jungkook said it in earlier, grinning as Jungkook pouts.

Jimin rolls his hips down, gently grazing his slowly growing erection over Jungkook's very firm bulge. "Poor baby, your cock is so hard," he teases, and Jungkook pouts harder, squeezing the edge of the mattress in his hands. Jimin scoots back and nudges himself, on his knees, between Jungkook's legs, which he's spread widely for Jimin. Jimin is bent forward and places his hands over Jungkook's bare tummy, then rubs them down, over the thin basketball shorts covering his hips, his perfectly muscular thighs, to his knees until Jimin is sitting upright.

Jungkook stares up at Jimin, eyebrows delicately knitted into a needy frown. Jimin lifts a hand and gently grazes his fingertips over Jungkook's cock, down the soft material, and back up, and Jungkook breathes loudly through slack lips, watching Jimin's face as his eyelids flutter. Jimin presses a little harder, down the dip under the head of Jungkook's cock, over the thick vein that runs down the shaft, then lightens the touch to graze over the slope of his balls. Jungkook's breath is louder and shakier, and his eyes widen with lust.

Jimin continues his teasing of light, gentle touches, watching Jungkook do his best to stay composed. As Jungkook begins to get fidgety, like he wants to move his hands and do something about the tension in his shorts, Jimin places both hands above Jungkook's knees and slides them up his shorts, squeezes Jungkook's thighs, thumbs so close to his crotch, then runs his hands back down. Up, squeeze, then back down.

And although Jungkook is visibly cracking—clearly wants to explode—Jimin continues his slow, gentle movements, watching for more signs that he's going to break.

Jimin places his hands over Jungkook's hips and leans forward, grazing his lips over Jungkook's cock. Heat radiates through Jungkook's shorts, and there's a faint musk of sweat lingering in the fabric that makes Jimin dizzy. He wants to touch and taste Jungkook just as badly as Jungkook clearly wants him, and it's so difficult to keep his composure and tease.

"Please," Jungkook whispers.

"Please what, baby?"

Jungkook groans, his legs tense, and Jimin grins; Jungkook is already getting restless.

"Touch me."

Jimin nudges his nose, lips, and chin over Jungkook's length and opens his mouth to gently graze his teeth over the tip. Jungkook's hips tremble, and he groans louder, more impatiently.

"Touch me without my shorts in the way."

Jimin sits up slowly, knits his eyebrows, and looks at Jungkook as if he's speaking a language Jimin has never heard before. "I don't understand."

Jungkook clenches his jaw, appears to bite back a smirk, and he huffs out an exasperated breath. "Please," he says softly, with a demanding tone.

"Baby is so impatient. So naughty."

"I'm not," Jungkook responds.

Jimin hums. "But you are. I'm touching you and you're being very ungrateful."

"Jiminah, please."

Jimin tuts his tongue and cocks his head. He stares Jungkook down, challenging him. Jungkook squeezes the life out of the edge of the mattress, knuckles turned white, and Jimin knows it's only a matter of time now.

"You're being such a brat," Jimin says in a tone that suggests he's appalled by Jungkook's behavior, staring down at Jungkook.

"I'm being a brat? I made you come already. You're the one teasing me to the point of insanity."

Jimin hums. "Is that so?"

Jungkook widens his eyes, jaw set and tense.

With a smirk, Jimin says, "Then go insane."

And that's all Jungkook needs. He sits up, grabs Jimin by the waist, and pulls him onto his lap with a force that makes Jimin dizzy. Jimin winces and says, "Ah, my leg!" and Jungkook halts, eyes wide with worry, but Jimin giggles and shakes his head—he is, in fact, the one who is just being a brat.

This spurs Jungkook on further, who holds Jimin tight and grinds his hips up, pressing his hard cock into Jimin's ass and balls. Jimin whines and trembles; the feeling is so good Jimin wants more. Jungkook gently bites onto Jimin's shoulder, and a bolt of arousal shoots through Jimin as he whimpers.

"You were naughty, and now I have to punish you," Jimin whines.

"You couldn't punish me if you tried," Jungkook groans. "Idle threats to work me up until I hold you down and fuck you till you're cross-eyed."

Jimin grins and hisses as Jungkook's teeth bite into the same spot as before. "Is it working?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "Not this time. You're gonna suck my cock while I open you real slow."

"W-what?"

"Turn around, Jiminah."

Jungkook releases his hold on Jimin, and Jimin hesitates before scooting back and turning around, facing Jungkook's feet. Jungkook must lay back because he takes Jimin by the thighs—snaking his arms around to hold Jimin firmly with the palms of his hands—and yanks Jimin up until warm breath ghosts over Jimin's ass and Jimin's face hovers over Jungkook's crotch.

Jimin takes hold of Jungkook's shorts and briefs and tugs them down over his cock. Jungkook lifts his ass, and Jimin manages to push the garments down past his knees, then Jungkook finishes wiggling out of them, kicking them to the end of the bed.

"Can you reach my bag?" Jungkook asks. "I need the lube."

"Now you tell me," Jimin half-whines, and he leans over the mattress and reaches out to the suitcase that sits open on the wooden platform beside the bed. He can't reach it, so he wiggles out of Jungkook's hold and crawls a few inches to the suitcase and finds the bottle of lube in the nearest pocket. As Jimin begins to crawl back into place, Jungkook grabs him by the thighs once more and pulls him back onto him. Jimin scrambles and drops the lube, but Jungkook seems to be able to reach it easily, and they get back into position.

Jungkook wastes no time pulling Jimin's ass against his mouth and spreading him with his palms, and Jimin whines and falls forward from the feeling of Jungkook's tongue against his skin. He scrambles to grab onto Jungkook's cock and strokes it before shoving it into his mouth and swallowing as much as he can, desperate to give Jungkook the pleasure he deserves without any more teasing. Jungkook squeezes Jimin's ass and dives his tongue into his rim, and Jimin's muffled whimpers fall wet around Jungkook's cock.

The first finger to probe Jimin's ass is slicked only with spit, and the stretch makes Jimin hiss. It feels so good, with a slight burn, and Jimin chokes down on Jungkook's cock, slurping and drooling as compensation for the pleasure he feels. Jungkook's hips rut gently from time to time, always followed by a whine or a hiss, and Jimin hollows his cheeks tightly to suck even harder.

"Trying to make me come already?" Jungkook groans.

Jimin hears the lube bottle snap open, and he hums in response as he swirls his tongue down Jungkook's shaft. The anticipation of lube-slicked fingers has his head spinning, and he does his best to show Jungkook just how eager he is. Two fingers enter Jimin, and his mouth falls open, dropping Jungkook's cock while he whines. Jungkook stills his hand and slaps Jimin on the ass.

"Suck," Jungkook instructs, and Jimin scrambles to grab onto Jungkook's cock, sucking the tip into his mouth as Jungkook slowly pries him open.

Pleasure shakes through Jimin, and his legs tremble as Jungkook eases his fingers past the knuckle, slowly pushing in and pulling out. And although Jungkook is measured and careful, he wastes no time, adding more lube and a third finger once Jimin is stretched enough on the first two and is adjusted to the feeling. They've done this enough that Jungkook knows the signs that tells him when Jimin is overwhelmed and when he’s ready for more, but he asks Jimin if he can take more anyway, waiting for the telltale frantic attempt of a nod before continuing.

As the third finger enters Jimin, he nearly blacks out. It's always too much at first, and he fights the urge to let his mouth fall forward and drop Jungkook's cock. Jimin's legs shake hard, and Jungkook holds one thigh in a tight grip to keep Jimin in place.

"Make me come, Jiminah," Jungkook groans, and Jimin snaps back into action, moaning and humming around Jungkook's cock as he sucks and licks and attempts to relax into the feeling of Jungkook's fingers.

Jimin gives Jungkook's balls a gentle squeeze as he picks up a steady rhythm. Jungkook's moans and whines—albeit hushed—are music to Jimin's ears, pushing Jimin to focus more on the pleasure he's giving than on the pleasure he is receiving. This works to Jimin's favor because three fingers feel so overwhelming as they push past the knuckles, and Jimin wants nothing more than to move on to having the cock between his lips in his ass instead.

Jungkook's fingers slow, and their rhythm becomes sloppy, and Jimin takes that, plus Jungkook's hips shaking and rutting, as a sign. He hollows his cheeks harder, slurping the drool that's slid down Jungkook's shaft, and Jungkook rubs his non-occupied hand up and down Jimin's ass and thigh.

"That's it, yeobo," Jungkook groans. "I'm so close."

Jungkook squeezes Jimin's ass and rasps his best attempt at soundless moans as his release hits Jimin's tongue and throat. Jimin swallows as best as he can, milking Jungkook of every drop that he can give. Jimin loves to make Jungkook come, but he's spurred on more by the excitement of what's to come for him.

It only takes a moment for Jungkook to recover from post-orgasm bliss before he's fucking his fingers into Jimin's ass, stretching him open again. Jimin falls forward, face into the sheet that's bunched between Jungkook's legs, and Jungkook finds Jimin's prostate and rubs it until Jimin is practically screaming into the mattress and begging to be fucked.

When Jungkook's hands slow, Jimin turns his head to the side and gasps for air. He can hear Jungkook chuckle from behind him, clearly amused by how easy it is to make Jimin come completely undone for him. Jimin might feel embarrassed if this wasn't something they often do. And anyway, he enjoys the slight tinge of shame that comes from knowing how quickly he becomes pliable putty in Jungkook's hands.

"Fuck me," Jimin whimpers. He's not certain he's adjusted enough to move on from three fingers to Jungkook's thick, perfect cock, but he wants to be held down and overwhelmed by Jungkook so badly, he doesn't care.

"Almost, yeobo," Jungkook responds, scissoring his fingers open to provide more of a stretch.

Jimin is filled with the overwhelming urge to be petulant and whine, but he knows Jungkook has his best interests in mind—and probably still isn't hard again yet—so he pouts silently and grabs ahold of the sheet tightly, leaning his weight forward between Jungkook's legs.

"You look so good, Jiminah," Jungkook mutters, littering kisses against Jimin's buttcheek. "I can't wait to feel you."

"Please," Jimin whines. "Please, Ggukie."

Jungkook removes his fingers, and Jimin falls completely forward, attempting to anticipate what position Jungkook might want him in. His limbs are already jelly, and he sits up with the immediate desire to lay right back down. From behind him, Jungkook pats his thighs as if calling for a puppy, and Jimin turns to find Jungkook sitting up against the wall with his pillows behind his back.

"Get over here, yeobo," Jungkook instructs.

Jimin is, once again, stunned to see Jungkook naked. Each time, Jimin could swear there is new muscle definition and more ink to admire, and even though Jimin had this same moment earlier, he can't help but have it again. Jungkook chuckles, shaking Jimin from his reverie, and when Jimin's eyes fall to Jungkook stroking his lube-slicked cock, Jimin fumbles to finish turning around and climbs onto Jungkook's lap.

"You're so sexy," Jimin whines, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's shoulders. Jungkook smiles and nudges Jimin's nose with his, and Jimin pulls Jungkook into a deep, needy kiss, licking Jungkook's lips to urge his tongue out to play.

Jungkook's hands snake around and grab Jimin's thighs, pulling Jimin into position above his cock as he licks into Jimin's mouth. Arousal drips through Jimin, saccharine and thick, and he rolls his hips down just enough to tease Jungkook's cock and make him moan.

"Ready for me?" Jimin asks with a smirk.

Jungkook nods, asking, "Are you ready for me?"

Jimin presses their foreheads together and lines himself up to Jungkook's cock. He lowers his hips slowly, and when Jungkook's tip breaches his rim, both men whimper and hiss. Jimin's head falls back as he lowers and raises his hips, slowly accommodating to Jungkook's size, and Jungkook places a hand over Jimin's mouth to muffle his moans while sliding the other hand to Jimin's ass, spreading his cheeks and providing leverage.

Once Jimin is fully seated on Jungkook's cock, his head falls to Jungkook's shoulder and he catches his breath. The stretch is incredible, and although it's familiar, it always takes him a moment for Jimin to adjust and breathe through it. Jungkook rubs his palms up and down Jimin's back, and when Jimin mutters that he's ready, Jungkook takes hold of Jimin's ribs, holding him in position as he ruts his hips up.

Jimin bites his lip to stifle his sounds as Jungkook's hips thrust upward, filling him so deliciously. Jungkook's cock feels like it was made specifically to please Jimin, and Jimin keeps his body still, eager to let Jungkook use him as he wants for a while. Then, when Jimin thinks he can handle moving on his own, he begins to move his hips up and down, deepening Jungkook's thrusts.

Panting and whispered moans fill the room, with the occasional grunt and squeak slipping out, along with the lewd sound of skin slamming into skin and the wooden platform creaking softly below them. Jimin's cock bounces against his tummy, leaking precome and adding to the cacophony of sounds. Arousal builds quickly, and Jimin fights the urge to come so soon, but it's difficult to feel anything but pure bliss in Jungkook's strong hands.

"Come again for me, Jiminah," Jungkook groans, and Jimin can't help but chuckle because somehow, Jungkook always knows exactly what he needs.

Jungkook runs his hands up Jimin's chest, over his pecs and to his shoulders, then slides them down his arms, pulling them behind his back and holding them there. Jimin arches his back to accommodate being restrained, and when Jungkook ruts his hips up at a more punishing pace, Jimin's head falls back, and he resists the urge to scream.

"Come untouched for me," Jungkook grunts between thrusts.

Jimin relaxes as best as he can, allowing Jungkook to use him like a doll and let the pleasure roll through him. Jimin knows as soon as he comes, he'll turn into a whimpering, overstimulated mess for Jungkook to hold down and force another orgasm out of, and he's equal parts excited and terrified.

"Fuck," Jimin whimpers, feeling his cock throb and leak as it slams against his abs.

Jungkook pulls Jimin down against his chest, still holding his arms back, and Jimin's cock rubs between their bodies, giving him just enough stimulation to make him completely fall apart. Jungkook must realize what he's done because he yanks Jimin back just enough to stop stimulating his cock, but it was enough to get Jimin just to the edge of another orgasm, and it doesn't take long at all for Jimin to pant and quietly moan as he sprays his release between them, practically spraying come onto their chests and abs as Jungkook continues fucking him unrelentingly.

Jimin turns further into jelly, limbs shaking and vibrating with pleasure, and he leans back, bouncing as Jungkook fucks into him. Jungkook eases Jimin down onto the mattress, letting Jimin have his arms back, which Jimin slowly pulls over his head to grip the comforter below him. His vision is hazy, and he's beginning to feel overwhelmed, and he relaxes against the mattress as Jungkook—whose hips still buck into him—gets onto his knees and spreads Jimin's legs wide, holding his hips at an upward angle.

Sweat and come cover Jimin's torso, turning his skin cool and sticky, and he could not be bothered to care. Jungkook fucks Jimin so good he feels floaty and euphoric, breathing through the mind-numbing overstimulation that has him on the brink of total mental collapse. He's not sure if he wants to laugh or cry; he just doesn't want Jungkook to ever stop.

"You feel so good, Jiminah," Jungkook moans.

Jimin reaches up, letting his fingertips rub Jungkook's chest, and Jungkook cracks a soft smile at the touch before knitting his brows, leaning forward and fucking Jimin harder. Jimin's cock slaps against his stomach, and he cannot, for the life of him, fathom being hard again, already; he can't imagine having another orgasm when he's not sure he's recovered from the last one.

Jungkook slams his hips forward, then pulls his cock out, and Jimin whimpers from the sudden feeling of being empty. Jungkook gets out from under Jimin's thighs, laying Jimin onto the bed, then taps his hip and says, "On your knees."

Jimin whines, hating the feeling of having to move his limbs. The audacity of Jungkook thinking he's even capable of such a thing is astounding, but he does his best, bumbling around and falling forward when his arms can't hold him. A pillow is tossed beside Jimin, and he tugs it to himself, wrapping his arms around it and using it to help him get onto his knees.

Jungkook spreads Jimin wide, and Jimin is surprised to feel Jungkook's warm, wet tongue enter him. He groans from the pleasure and squeezes the pillow tight as Jungkook fucks his tongue in and out of Jimin's stretched hole. Jimin can feel drool slide down over his perineum, and he pictures how it would look with roles reversed and Jungkook spread out pretty and wide for him to taste.

Warmth and affection fill Jimin's chest as Jungkook stops tonguing him and lines their bodies up. Perhaps it's a silly time for Jimin to feel the outpouring of love he feels for Jungkook, but he's astounded by how perfectly they fit each over—by how Jungkook knows how to push Jimin closer and closer to the edge without letting him fall.

Jungkook's cock stretches Jimin once more, and he wastes no time picking up a pace that has Jimin's head spinning and his hands gripping onto the pillow below him like a lifeline. Jimin is already drooling, and he's not sure he has the capacity to form words, and he's perfectly content. Sweat drips from Jungkook down onto Jimin's back, trickling around the curves of his body and leaving a cool streak in its wake, sending little shivers through Jimin, and he wonders if he could drown in Jungkook if possible. He thinks, in a way, he already is.

A hand snakes around Jimin's hip and grips onto his cock, and Jimin squeals, feeling a surge of pleasure course through him. Jungkook strokes his cock and urges him to come for him one more time, and although Jimin shakes his head and pleads, saying he can't do it, Jungkook continues—Jimin has a safeword he can use, but he never does. Being whiny and begging for mercy is all part of the game, and Jimin wants to feel Jungkook force him to come one last time before they collapse into a pile of trembling, sweaty limbs.

"Awe, is my yeobo overstimulated?" Jungkook teases, and Jimin nods his head and whimpers. "One more, Jiminie; you're being so good for me."

Jungkook fucks Jimin hard enough for Jimin's legs to give out beneath him, and Jungkook continues to rut into him, adjusting to the new angle and holding onto the tip of Jimin's cock to make up for not being able to easily stroke him. Like this, Jungkook can lift and slam his hips and fuck Jimin deeper and harder, and Jimin finally reaches his limit as his orgasm pulls him violently under, and he buries his face into the pillow to moan, doing his best not to scream.

Jimin trembles and shakes as his orgasm rocks through him, and he squeezes Jungkook's cock even more than he had been already, desperate for Jungkook to come. Jungkook releases Jimin's cock and presses both palms into Jimin's ass, holding him down against the mattress and fucking into him hard, and Jimin feels himself slipping further away, floating as Jungkook chases his high and empties his release into Jimin's ass.

Jungkook falls forward, pulling Jimin closely and wrapping his legs around Jimin's legs for comfort. Jimin pants and wiggles back against Jungkook's chest in search of warmth despite their bodies being covered in sweat. It's awkward where they are, curled in the center of an already small mattress, but Jungkook pulls a blanket over them, and they get as comfortable as they can, dozing in and out of consciousness as Jimin cock warms Jungkook until Jungkook finally begins to move them into a position that allows them to stretch their limbs.

Jimin has no idea how much time passes before they're adjusting, straightening out with their heads at the foot of the bed and moving so Jimin is lying on Jungkook's chest. He thinks he may have fallen asleep, but he can't remember any dreams, only the weightless feeling of being held while his body fully adjusts to the blissful, sticky aftermath of their session. Occasionally, Jimin feels Jungkook’s lips ghost over his skin leaving bright, tingling wet spots in their path.

When Jimin wakes again, it's to Jungkook gently putting Jimin's clothes back on, and Jimin lifts his limbs to assist, wondering quietly what he's doing. Jungkook is already dressed in the same shirt and shorts as the night before, and when Jimin sits up to help put his shirt on, Jungkook kisses his forehead softly.

"Should get you back into your own bed before the crew wakes up," Jungkook mutters. And although Jimin doesn't want to leave Jungkook's side, he understands.

Jungkook lifts Jimin with an exaggerated grunt, as always, and Jimin giggles into Jungkook's neck, holding him close. Although the sun is beginning to rise, it's still not too light, and the birds have barely started to chirp and sing. The walk from the lakehouse to the upper house is shorter than Jimin would like, and he pouts for Jungkook to stay as he's tucked into bed, gripping and tugging at Jungkook's shirt for more and more kisses before finally letting him go.

It takes Jimin a while to wake up, and he hears all about Seokjin-hyung shooting off a firework while everyone at the main house and Jungkook woke confused, hours earlier. According to Jungkook, Seokjin-hyung may have muttered something about keeping him up late, and Jungkook may have pretended he didn't hear anything.

Jimin blushes and giggles when trying to explain to the crew and the guys what happened to his ankle, and he pretends not to see their knowing gazes. Of course, they know—they've known about Jimin and Jungkook for years—and Jimin thinks it's sweet how they don't pry, even though it seems like they would like to, sometimes. Jimin thinks he's lucky to have the love and support that he has, and although he'll undoubtedly be picked on for being so careless and clumsy whenever someone sees him limping around, he's happy. As long as Jungkook is there, there's nowhere in the world Jimin would rather be. Though he thinks he will miss the calm serenity of the forest once they get back home.

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