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silversatoru · 3 years

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Can i regurst a gojo x reader smut where y/n is gojo’s ex girlfriend and also a strong jujutsu sorcerer and they get back together asdfghjkl 🥺😂? Tyy 🥺

hehhee yes ma’am here u are!!! i actually loved writing this one (i think i just have a thing for writing gojo lately lmao) anyway! i! hope! you! enjoy!

to heaven and back

gojo satoru x f! sorcerer!reader

synopsis: you and your ex, gojo satoru, beat the hell out of a few special grade curses and then head back to his house to rekindle an old (and kind of kinky) flame

tags/warnings: nsfw (18+), smut, handcuffs, blindfolding, little bit of oral sex, teasing, alcohol consumption, some fluff at the end? just a little

word count: 3.1k

You lifted your elegant glass of random wine that you could care less about knowing the name of, and took a long sip. All of these old rich bastards talked way too much about brand names, aging, and what cheese paired well with each wine. They were missing what was really important — which one would get you drunk the quickest.

These kinds of formal events weren’t really your scene, and having to listen to a bunch of old, conservative, high-up jujutsu leaders was terribly boring — so why not take this opportunity to get a little tipsy? You deserved it for putting up with all of these assholes. After all, the only reason they invited you to this prestigious event was for protection. If that pesky band of special grade curses caught wind that all of the higher ups from both Kyoto and Tokyo were in the same place, they were sure to launch some kind of attack. The old, wrinkly douchebags couldn’t care less about your opinions of the jujutsu world and how you would change it, they only liked you for incredible cursed technique.

And so here you were, spitefully wearing your most elegant dress and downing glasses of wine in an attempt to drown out all of the nonsense around you. There was only one thing that could make this event any worse and—

“Hello everyone! The strongest jujutsu sorcerer has arrived — I know you were all looking forward to my appearance”.

And there it was. There was that one thing that could make this event any worse. Gojo Satoru.

You dipped your head low, burying yourself in your glass of wine and praying to any god who would listen to not let this man see you. It’s been over two years since the two of you broke up, but he still wasn’t someone you enjoyed running into.

Gojo was terribly notorious for having a long line of girls at his disposal, and with his incredible strength and annoyingly good-looks, it wasn’t hard to understand why. The two of you had never been in an officially committed relationship, and so technically Gojo was free to do as he pleased — but you were practically dating and your heart ached every time you caught wind of him being with another woman. And so two years ago you cut things off with him for good — you were tired of being the one he always ran back to at the end of the day.

He’d looked at you with eyes full of pain that night, begging and pleading to stay with him. He showed you a vulnerable side to him that you had never seen before — and he swore to you that if you had asked to make things official, he would have committed himself to you fully. You declined however, because you felt like you shouldn’t have needed to ask for that kind of thing — but maybe that was just your ego getting in the way.

“Hey, beautiful, I’ve never seen you around before, you must be from the Tokyo campus,” Some random assistant casually leaned against the counter you were sitting at and shook you out of your thoughts.

“If you’ve never seen me before then you must not be very important,” You shot him a distasteful glance, taking another sip of your wine.

The man’s face lit up with panic — he must not have been expecting such retaliation to his pathetic attempt of flirting.

“Are you bothering her?” A familiar voice came from behind you — a long, slender hand slapping down onto your shoulder, “Please don’t flirt with my wife”.

“Ah- Wife? I’m so sorry, sir,” The man stumbled over his words, bowing his head to Gojo and scurrying away.

Gojo wasted no time sliding into the seat next to you and pouring himself a glass of wine from the bottle you’d already been working on.

“Really? You’re telling people I’m your wife now?” You gave him a deadpanned look.

“It worked, didn’t it?” He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his glass.

You rolled your eyes hard, “Why are you here, Satoru?”

“Same reason as you. The old, conservative pussies are afraid those special grades might attack — so why not invite their two prized sorcerers to protect them?”

“Fair,” You let out a heavy sigh, “Not sure that was their best move though — I don’t think either one of us is very motivated to save these fuckers”.

“No, but I brought my students with me today. So, if anything does happen, make sure you put on a show for them,” He winked, already topping off his wine glass.

You looked over to see a few kids sitting a couple tables away from the two of you, chatting amongst themselves and wondering why the fuck they had to be here.

And so an hour or two went by, and to your surprise, you found yourself laughing hysterically alongside Gojo. The two of you had definitely drank a bit too much, and your personalities complimented each other a little too perfectly. You shared the same terrible sense of humor and he had quite the knack for bringing out this lighthearted side of you. You had missed moments like this these past two years.

Neither of you were paying any attention to the current debate that was occurring between the higher ups when a loud crash sent broken pieces of glass flying through the grand hall. Sure enough, the curses had made their appearance and came flying into the building through a now broken window.

“It’s our time to shine, huh?” Gojo looked over at you, and you imagined that his icy blue eyes were swirling with excitement under that mask.

“Yeah, let’s make this quick,” You found a warm ball of excitement churning in your own stomach — it’d been a long time since the two of you had fought together.

Your technique revolved around the manipulation of cursed energy and converting it into light. You could wrap yourself in a shield of light, send curse-filled bursts of light at your enemies, and move at the speed of light as well — which was almost as efficient as Gojo’s teleportation abilities. You had a series of more advanced moves as well, but those required more energy output and therefore you used them a little less often.

The two of you were both able to move so fast that the curses really didn’t stand a chance. You found yourself laughing as you flipped through the air, hurling balls of light at the curses as Gojo worked closer in hand-to-hand combat. At one point, while the two of you were flying past each other, Gojo stuck out his hand and gave you a high five, both of you smiling like maniacs who enjoyed fighting a little too much.

Between Gojo’s Limitless and your extreme agility and bursts of light, the curses were quickly forced to flee. Both of you were feeling much too drunk and much too lazy to chase after them, even with all of the higher ups begging you to do so. Gojo simply flipped them off and stuck out his tongue, saying that he did what they paid him to do — keep the curses away — and now that the curses had been scared off, he was no longer needed.

“You want to come back with me, relieve more of our old memories together? I remember how much you loved sleeping in my king sized bed,” Gojo looked back at you, offering one of his large, slender hands.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was your stupid, stupid heart, but you reached out and took his hand, “Fuck it, let’s go”.

Gojo’s house on the outskirts of the Tokyo campus was just as you remembered — sleek black interior with modern furniture and extravagantly silky sheets on his bed — his same bed that you were currently sprawled out on, laying in nothing but your undergarments.

Gojo joined you a couple minutes later, his bare skin warm and familiar against yours. He pressed a few sloppy kisses to your lips, both of you still incredibly tipsy and unable to stop the small giggles from leaking out between your lips while you kissed.

“Take the blind fold off you weirdo,” You pulled at the back of the black fabric.

“Mmm, okay,” He mumbled, undoing the knot and exposing his piercing blue eyes.

“So pretty,” You murmured under your breath — his eyes really were the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen in your life

His fluffy silver hair fell down messily over his face, a drunken smile stretched across his lips. His smile quickly turned into a devilish grin as he slipped the mask over your eyes instead, tying a tight not at the back of your head.

“This isn’t what I meant,” You droned, but you didn’t argue — you certainly weren’t opposed to being blindfolded.

“It looks good on you,” He slurred, his words messy and his lips even messier as he pressed them back against yours.

The kisses seemed to last forever, and both of you were perfectly okay with that — your hands taking their time exploring each other’s bodies for the first time in far too long.

Gojo’s hands worked their way up your back, tracing lines along your toned muscles until he finally reached the nape of your neck. His fingers entangled themselves in your hair, soft hums coming from his lips.

“I still have handcuffs, if you’re still into that sort of thing,” he mused, massaging his fingertips into your scalp.

“Damn, I can’t believe you remember what I like. I thought my preferences would have gotten lost among the sea of other women you were pleasing,” You let the snarky remark roll off your tongue, though there was clearly no real spite in your words — you’re both adults and what happened then was in the past now.

“It wasn’t even that many,” He defended, “And you were the only one who ever mattered”.

“I’m flattered,” You laughed, “Now, where are those handcuffs?”

Gojo stifled a deep laugh, his hands leaving your hair as he lifted himself up and stood from the bed. When he returned a few moments later, there was cool metal wrapping around both of your wrists. He had two sets of handcuffs, putting one on each wrist and then hooking the other side to the bed posts.

You were entirely at his disposal now, your hands secured over your head and your vision blocked off by the black mask.

“I could tickle you right now and there’s nothing you could do,” Gojo observed aloud, pressing kisses up the side of your torso.

“Satoru, I would kick the living shit out of you,” You threaten, goosebumps growing under your skin.

“Yeah, but you can’t touch me unless I let you,” He retaliated, his soft hands reaching underneath your bra to feel your breasts.

You groaned in response — his Limitless really did make him impossible.

He cupped each of his hands around your firm lumps, gently massaging them between his fingers. His cool fingertips then made their way down to your lower body, swiftly removing your remaining underwear. You were now completely exposed to him, chills running down your spine as you wondered what he would do next.

You heard a shaky breath leave his lips, his hungry hands massaging circles into your thighs, “God, you’re so beautiful. I missed you so much, you know that?”

“I’m sure you did,” You breathed, “I’m a wonderful person to be around”.

Gojo let out a hearty laugh, and you heard what you assumed to be the sound of his own underwear getting thrown to the floor. A few seconds later he was straddling your torso, his warm thighs wrapped around your body. You couldn’t see it, but you knew his massive member had to be right in front of your face now.

“Remind me what that pretty mouth can do,” He cooed, pressing the tip of his length gently to your lips.

You graciously granted him access, parting your lips and taking the head of his cock into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip, earning a few twitches from Gojo’s body. You began to bob your head back and forth as much as the handcuffs allowed, a few quiet moans leaving his throat in response.

He began to move his hips against you, gingerly pushing his member deeper and deeper into your mouth until you were taking the full length down your throat. He groaned and let a few curse words slide from between his teeth — your mouth was wrapped so perfectly around him. Tears pricked at your eyes and a couple rough gags ripped through your throat, Gojo finally pulling away and allowing you to catch your breath.

After that, you felt a single one of his long, slim fingers slide into your mouth, and you wasted no time wrapping it in your tongue and sucking hard.

“Good girl,” He murmured, plucking his finger back out of your mouth and moving it down to your aching entrance.

Between the saliva on his finger and the slick juices around your opening — his finger slid in effortlessly. He started moving in quick movements, curling his finger up into your g-spot each time. A few light moans left your lips, your fists clenching in the cuffs as your yearned for more. His finger felt good, but you wanted the real thing — you needed it.

“Satoru, please,” You practically whined his name, a tiny bit ashamed for how desperate you were for him right now.

“Patience, love,” He clicked his tongue and your heart did somersaults at the endearing name.

He removed his singular finger and intertwined it with a second one before sliding them back into your cavern. He picked up a steady pace again, your breath hitching in your throat. Two fingers was certainly better than one, but the continuous teasing was just making you even more desperate to feel his member inside of you. You mumbled his name over and over, small pleads and shameless whispers leaving your mouth as you bucked your hips against his hands.

“No ones fucked you as good as I used to, have they? You’re horribly desperate right now” He clicked his tongue again, removing his fingers and moving them up to your clit. He rubbed the smallest, softest circles against the small nub, your core growing warmer with desire.

“I won’t make you wait any longer then,” He whispered, sitting back and positioning the head of his length against your throbbing cunt.

“Please,” You mumbled fervently, any ego or pride that you once had was completely down the drain now.

Your pleads were finally rewarded, Gojo pressing himself deep into your tight walls. The immediate feeling was complete bliss, your head rolling back in pleasure as you heard a throaty moan creep it’s way out of Gojo’s mouth. His moans were so pretty — god, you’d missed the sound of them.

He moved in and out at a tantalizingly slow pace at first, your hips bucking and wiggling as you made fervent attempts to make him go faster.

“So eager…” He shook his head, continuing to move at a pace that was absolutely agonizing — you thought you might die if he didn’t rail the hell out of you soon.

“Please, fuck,” You gasped, “Stop moving so goddamn slowly”.

“Your whines are so pretty, baby. Say my name and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” He murmured, his voice low and husky.

“Fucking hell,” You gritted your teeth, “Please Satoru, please fuck me already”.

“Shit,” He mumbled under his breath, your words sending electricity coursing through his body.

After hearing you say that, he was quick to give you what you wanted, picking up his pace and wrapping his hands firmly around your hips. Strangled combinations of moans, whimpers, and cries filled the air as they flew from your mouth. You didn’t care how loud or desperate you sounded, you wanted him to know how good he was making you feel.

The two of you were an entangled mess of sweaty skin and throaty moans, Gojo filling your ears with praises and compliments the entire time. His lengthy member railed into you over and over, hitting that perfect pleasure point with each stroke and sending warm surges of ecstasy through your veins.

Your bodies moved together in sync, your breaths aligning and your climaxes threatening to arrive simultaneously. After a few more firm strokes, you felt yourself drowning in pleasure — euphoria crashing through your body like waves. Gojo reached his end point just a few moments later, his loud cuss words and strangled moans filling your ears.

The two of you rode out your orgasms together, and almost immediately afterwards Gojo collapsed next to you. He lazily reached up and uncuffed each of your hands, leaving the cuffs dangling from his bed posts just in case there was a round two in his future. He rolled the sticky condom off his member and tossed into a nearby trash bin, a relaxed sigh slipping between his parted lips. You peeled the black mask off of your eyes, finally able to meet his again.

He was staring at you with eyes filled with all kinds of emotions — the emotions that he’d been too afraid to admit to the first time the two of you were together. But he wasn’t afraid of commitment anymore, he was absolutely certain about what he wanted, and it was you.

“Stay with me,” He asked, his eyes pleading with you, “I’m ready this time, I promise. I’m all yours, if you’ll have me”.

You found a small smile tugging at the edges of your lips as you looked deeper into his eyes, “Of course I’ll stay, as long as you still feel this way when you wake up sober tomorrow”.

“I’ll feel this way forever,” He pressed his head into you and mumbled into your chest, “And I’ll remind you as many times as you need to hear it”.

You wrapped your arms around him in response, the two of you fitting impeccably together. He placed a few gentle kisses to your skin before his breathes began to slow. You found your own breathing to be evening out, your cloudy thoughts pushing you closer and closer to sleep. The two of you slowly drifted off together, your heavy breaths falling perfectly in sync.

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httpsohnpouts · 4 years

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Can i request kevin angst #15 ^^. Thank you rosieee

ღ pairing: kevin x reader

ღ genre: angst

ღ word count: 0.7k

ღ warnings: death, mentions of needles/iv drips/breathing tubes

ღ prompt #15: last breath

ღ a/n: okay so i sat balling at this for a good 10 minutes after i wrote it and was crying the whole way through writing it so if it’s a mess.. i apologise skdjskdj but everytime i read it i cry lmao but i hope you like it <33

it was hard to pinpoint an exact thing that made kevin fall in love with you. perhaps it was the way your eyes shone when you spoke about the things you loved most: your parents, your friends, your love for photography, the way you loved him. or the way he would come home from a tiring day at practice or at work and know exactly that his ray of sunshine will be waiting at home for him, your arms open and just your comforting aura that makes all his fatigue and stress fade instantly. or rather, his favourite thing, was your happiness, just you in general. he just loved you so much.

you recently celebrated your one year anniversary, promising one another for hundreds more to come, only heightening the excitement of being able to spend so much more time with one another.

time.

that four letter word.

time was just something you did not have.

it was hard to describe the feeling kevin felt, seated in the same uncomfortable chair that decorated your hospital room. your parents both locked hands with one another, your mother’s face full of mascara streaks and your father’s face resembling that of your mothers besides the makeup. he noticed how your mother would twist the ring located on your father’s left hand, letting more tears slip from the corners of his eyes upon realising he would never have that luxury. never going to be able to get on one knee. never going to be able to see your face brighten like it usually did when you were surprised upon seeing the ring.

your body covered in tubes that helped you get oxygen into your lungs, iv drip upon iv drip that injected fluids into your bloodstream. it wasn’t meant to end like this.

the times where you would come home from work to find kevin already on the couch, finding yourself hours into conversations about nursing homes. chuckling at the idea of seeing one another all wrinkly and old. being that married couple in the home amongst the other residents, attached at the hip who wouldn’t leave the other’s side.

except he wouldn’t be able to look at your bed hair in the morning anymore, let alone grow old with you. never going to be able to tease or laugh at your growing grey hair or crease of the skin. because to be quite frank, you weren’t going to get through the night.

it’s weird how life works, you wake up in a morning, brush your teeth, get changed, shower, have breakfast. completely oblivious to what life has in store for you just hours later.

“good morning baby.” kevin’s voice laced with sleep, pressing a chase kiss to your lips. giggling at your resistance from being woken up from your slumber.

“you dribbled.” he snickered, earning a glare from you.

the memory only triggered more tears to slip, a sob erupting from his throat.

“kevin,” your mother spoke, voice cracking as she spoke, “she really did love you, you know?” earning a look of agreement from your father.

“she held on so long for you, she was waiting for you. to say goodbye before she left.”

as if on queue, the flatline on the monitor you were connected to surrounded the room, doctors and nurses rushing inside, ushering them outside whilst they tried to resuscitate you. but to no avail.

“i’m sorry for your loss,” the doctor announced as she came from your room, her eyes full of professionalism, although you could see the look of guilt and sympathy if you looked close enough, “you may see her now.”

“kevin you go. we already said our goodbyes earlier.” your parents ushered him in, taking seats outside whilst your parents sobbed in each other’s arms.

“hey baby.” taking your hand in his again, running his fingers over your pale knuckles. his voice strained from all the crying and force inflicted on trying not to do just that.

“you can let go now baby, i’ll be okay, i promise. i love you. god, i love you so much and i always will,” pausing a moment to gather his next words.

“goodbye, baby.”

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houseofdemi-blog · 7 years

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Playing with Fire - 07

Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.

Genre: Romance.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (fluff + light smut + angst)

Length: 2.8k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 [Finale]

A/N: so this took me longer bc i havent been in the best mental state lately and i was super tired and sad and uninspired lmao anyways life goes on and so will this goddamn story. thx for all of the lovely messages though you guys are the sweetest :(

You didn't know exactly how it happened.

You had arrived at yet another one of Kibum's parties, much to both your and Yoongi's discomfort. You stayed in a corner gripping his hand tightly and trying to make time go faster by drinking from a red plastic cup. The more you frequented social events full of your group of friends, the more you wished you had stayed in Yoongi's apartment doing absolutely nothing.

The more Yoongi pulled you closer to his body, the more he toyed with the hem of your skirt unnoticed while you kept speaking to Wendy. And the more Yoongi mumbled in your ear how desperate he was to get you alone and dig his teeth in the flesh of your thighs, the more you wished to leave right away and let him have his way with you however he wanted.

You had only teasingly smirked at his words and whispered back into his hear to hold on for a little longer, adding that you might “suck your dick as soon as we get in your car”. To which he excused himself in front of Wendy and Yuju by saying he needed to go to the bathroom before smacking your ass playfully you watched him disappear between the crowd, probably to fix the little tent already beginning to appear under the fabric of his jeans.

You went back to conversate with your girlfriends, who raised their eyebrows and shoot knowing smiles at you.

And then, only mere minutes after that, the music stopped and you heard a few shouts and high pitched screams and a crashing sound in the distance.

After exchanging confused looks with Wendy and Yuju, you approached the small crowd forming in the center of Kibum's kitchen. Not being surprised in the lightest bit by the fact that a Saturday night party would end with two randomly drunk teenage boys punching each other, you were about to turn away unbothered until you recognized the too familiar bodies catching everyone's attention.

“Yoongi!” you shouted, trying to make your way in between the mass of people surrounding your boyfriend. Yes, your boyfriend, who was currently holding your ex boyfriend by the neck of his now wrinkly white button up shirt. Your voice immediately stopped his actions and he looked at you with a fist mid air and a string of red sprouting from his lower lip. It was Kibum who stepped between them, making Yoongi hesitatingly letting go of Minho. “What the hell is going on?” You scanned Yoongi's eyes for an answer, which he didn't provide you with, only fixing his jacket.

“Get your broke savage of a boyfriend the fuck away from me!” Minho's said through heavy breathing, sporting the beginning of a purple bruise on his right eye.

You shot him a death glare, keeping yourself from breaking another part of his face, and took Yoongi by the arm while he wiped his lip with the back of his hand.

“Don't you dare showing up again to my house with that piece of shit, _____.” Kibum threathened, eyeing the blonde next to you up and down with a disgusting expression on his face.

You rolled your eyes and made your way through the door, dragging your boyfriend behind you without looking back.“As if I would want to.”

“Fuck, be careful, _____. It burns.” ignoring his words, you dabbed his lower lip with the alcohol infused cotton ball and Yoongi winced again

“Serves you right for starting up a fight.” you mumbled.

“God, I already told you, I didn't start anything!”

“Then why the fuck did you deck him on the face?”

“Because he's a fucking asshole!”

“Yeah, everybody knows that, but you don't go up to someone and punch them for no reason at all, Yoongi.” you stood up frustrated, running your hands through your hair as you placed the small first aid kit back on Yoongi's bathroom shelf. You were surprised he even had one when you had arrived to his apartment almost half an hour ago. “So you better tell me what he said or did for you to react that way.”

You turned around, crossing your arms over your chest and facing him again. He was sitting down on the toiled seat and he had discarded his jacket as soon as he got home. His lips were plump and even rosier than they usually were and his messy hair fell into his eyes as he looked down to his redden knuckles resting on his lap.

You resisted the urge to approach him and kissing each of his fingers because, as mad as you were at him, you had been eager to feel his body against yours the moment you had entered his car. But you let him drive to his apartment in tense silent while you clenched your jaw the whole time.

“Does it even matter?” you let out an exhasperated noise.

“If you don't tell me, I'm leaving.”

He looked up at you this time, eyes as dark as ever but still holding a faint sprinkle of regret and fear and silently asking you not to go. He sighed and dropped his stare one more time, but he didn't speak up.

“Was it about you?” you tried again, voice lower and less menacing. “Your money? Your background?”

You saw his eyebrows creasing as he shook his head. “He asked me where you were and why would I leave you alone in a place like that, where you would...”

Your face disorted in confusion this time. “Where I would what?”

“Where you would let anyone fuck you with no hesitation over a trashcan like me.. or something like that, I don't really remember his exact words.”

“He said that?” you swallowed hard, not really knowing what to say. “Yoongi, you're not-, you're not what he said. He was drunk and-”

“What?” he interrupted you by looking up in disbelief. “You think I punched him because he thinks so low of me? No, I-” he grunted and mumbled something under his breath, pushing his hair out of his face. “ _____, I don't care about what Minho says about me. Fuck, I could care less.” he licked his lips, avoiding your eyes. “He shouldn't talk shit about you just because he's mad you're with someone else, even if this relationship is not...” he stopped mid sentence to take a deep breath. “...real. Hell, it was mysogonistic as fuck.”

“He should-” your expression had softened as he kept rambling and you let your arms fall to your sides.”-at least respect you, you know? You two had a relationship and he's going around saying things like that just so his fuckboys can have a good laugh. You and any other woman, shit.” you had started taking steps towards him without him noticing until you were crouching in front of him.

”Does he have a mother? Or a sist- Hell, even if he didn't, he should just-Fuck, I don't know. It also didn’t help the fact that my job has been hell lately, I’ve barely been able to get enough sleep and I can't seem to find the fucking USB drive with all of my music in it, so his douchness was just the icing on the cake after a shitty week.”

He sighed and leaned back on the toilet seat, with his head still hanging low. Guilt took over you and closed off your throat, not able to say a word at the mention of his lost pen drive.You could only raise a shaky hand and push the blonde strands of hair out of his eyes, stroking the side of his face and he melted into you, looking for the warmth of your touch.

“I've been hearing people say all sorts of things about you for years and, although I never agreed with them, I never really cared about it. But now...” with his eyes closed, he placed his own hand on top of yours before taking it and brushing your knuckles with his lips. “I would fuck anyone up if I ever heard them saying a single bad thing about you.”

You looked at each other in silence while you wondered if he had any idea how much his words had affected you in that moment.. You wondered if he was able to hear the pounding inside of your chest or if he was able to notice the slight watering in your eyes that you quickly blinked away.

You wondered if he had truly meant it and, if he really did, you also wondered if he was just being overprotective of you like he was of anyone that was stepped on, because that was Yoongi's nature: defending the innocent, the underdogs, the misunderstood, even if you were far from fitting into any of those categories.

You wished he would want to protect you because he truly cared about you, not because he pitied you for being the talk of the town. But most of it all, you prayed he didn't mean it at all. You hoped his words weren't as deep as they seemed and you sure as hell hope they didn't mean to him what they meant to you.

And to push the thoughts away as you always did when it came to Yoongi, you were leaning up and kissing him and he was kissing you back as he always did when it came to you. Him, craddling your face with both hands and you, tightening your grip on his white t-shirt, trying to pull him as close as space would allow.

You always thought the best way to try to get your mind off of Yoongi and your feelings towards him was by feeling him, kissing him, touching him. Everytime you did, you knew too well how stupid and masochist that way of distraction was.

Maybe you just needed to prove to yourself you had it all under control. Maybe you weren't even trying to prove to yourself your feelings towards him weren't under control at all. Maybe you were just trying to drag it all as much as you could because you knew it would eventually come to an end. Maybe you just didn't want to think about the end because you weren't ready for it.

Whatever.

But you kept doing it, because you couldn't seem to get enough of him and you found yourself loving even the guilty and painful aspect of needing him. And now you were left wondering if you would ever get over how much you loved the way his lips felt against yours, how they seemed to fit perfectly with yours and how they seemed to have learned to dance a beautiful choreography you had been practicing for months.

Now you were left wondering when was the exact moment loving Yoongi meant more than loving the way he kissed you and touched you.

You felt him trying to hide a yelp under you and you pulled away, studying his lower lip worriedly. “Oh, I'm sorry, I-”

“No, no. Don't stop.”

And then he was the one kissing you eagerly with his eyes closed this time, bringing himself to the edge of the toilet seat to get closer to you. His tongue ran across your lips, asking for permission you had already granted. You pulled away before he could kiss you properly, standing up and ignoring his complaints.

“I just told you not to stop, what are you doing?” he whined, looking up at you and gripping your hips with his hands as you bit your lip.

You didn't say anything, instead, took the waistband of your skirt between your fingers and slid it down your legs while keeping eye contact with him. You watched with delight as he followed the movement of the fabric and the new shown skin it revealed until it finally hit the floor and pooled around your ankles. He took a sharp breath, his hands now carressing your hipbones as he stared at the lacy white fabric adorning them.

“That's my favourite color.”

Your smile instensified when he met your eyes again, his lips lightly parted. “I know.”

In a matter of seconds he was on his feet, kissing you hungrily again. He pulled his shirt off, and immediately went back to attack your mouth while his hands roamed your curves, finally settling on the back of your thighs. Lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, he made his way towards his bedroom while your mind kept circling around the idea that that night was very likely to be last time you would get to sleep between Yoongi's sheets.

That night his kisses weren't as rough. His touch wasn't as rough. His lips left loving wet stains all over your skin. He kissed his way up and down slowly, too slowly, too gentle. Making you whine and beg. His fingertips ghosted over your flesh, as if he was scared to wound you, unlike all of the other times he had touched you. He pounded into you smoothly but deeply at a moderate speed while he buried his face into your neck.

Quite the opposite of your actions.

You dug your fingernails into his back, bit his shoulder, scraped his scalp and pulled at his hair, all the while moaning and pleading for him to give you more, to not have mercy, to fuck you senseless. He shut you up by kissing you softly, by nipping at your lips and tangling his tongue with yours. His thrusts became harder but he still eased himself in and out of you tenderly.

And as your climax approached, he looked into your eyes.

You tried to avoid his gaze, tried to close your eyes, but he gripped your chin, the firmness of his hold on your face nothing compared to the way he was moving his hips against you. And you couldn't do anything but stare at him as he stared back, his dark orbs flooding you while his movements sped up in such an intense way that had you secure your legs around his hips in an attempt to never let go of him. Soon you felt an annoyingly sting behind your eyelids. The beginning of a cry tearing from your chest made you close your eyes tightly, pushing back away the tears of pain and pleasure and emotions happening in your chest.

Then he reached his own peak, letting go of your chin and stilling inside of you after a frew sloppy thrusts. He fell limply on top of you, your arms around his back and his arms around your waist.

Refusin to open your eyes, you felt his small kisses on your neck, your collarbone, your breasts until he laid down next to you, out of breath. It didn't take him long to fall asleep and unwrap his arms from you. It did take you long to pull yourself up, gather your clothes and leave him behind.

Not before placing the pen drive in the exact same place you had taken it from a week ago.

And then you disappeared.

You took a cab home in the middle of the night, with tears in your eyes and already missing his scent and the way his hair fell over his pillow and the gummy smile he hardly ever showed. You left, missing the way his fingers grazed over yours, the way he held your hips, the way he kissed your lips and the way he would mumble in your ear.

“Hey, dad.”

“Hey, honey.” you smiled at your dad's voice through the phone.

You spent days in your bed, avoiding his calls. Avoiding opening up your door, avoiding the places he frequented. You spent days holding back your tears and trying to distract yourself. But nothing seemed to be as enjoyable anymore.

“Did you finally get a hold on Phil?”

“Yes. It took me a while, though.” you heard him sighing through the line. “You know how busy music producers are.”

You gulped, twirling around a strand of hair nervously. “Did you sent him the tape I sent you?”

Watching movies wasn't the same when you couldn't prop your feet on Yoongi's lap. Listening to music wasn't the same when it wasn't Yoongi's voice in the stereo. Driving your car wasn't the same when Yoongi wasn't in the passanger seat, changing music stations on the car radio.

“Yes, I did.”

Having Wendy by your side was definitely helping, specially now that you learned to hate the superficial jerks who used to form your group of friends thanks to Yoongi. Her comfort and her presence had always made things better for you.

“Well? What did he think?”

A couple of months ago, if someone had told you you would ask scandalous bad boy Min Yoongi to pretent to be your boyfriend, you would have laughed and rolled your eyes. A couple of months ago, if someone had told you would start to enjoy having Min Yoongi in your life, you would have laughed and rolled your eyes. A couple of months ago, if someone had told you you would end up falling in love with Min Yoongi, you would have laughed and rolled your eyes.

“He loved it.”

But the emptyness and sadness were real, and not seeing, touching or having Min Yoongi was the cause of it.

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