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tth-pdf · 3 years

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Burning for love; JJK [02]

Contents: Smut, like a little heavy, but just a little, this just started, dirty talk, supernatural, romance, fluff and another painfully unedited chapter.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x Omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come and find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello little ones, I’m really sorry about this chapter because don’t know if this is what you were waiting for but mainly for the time that I promised before but it actually took me more than I thought and this is a tiny bit longer than what I was used to, so hope this makes something for you, thank you for reading! 😭😭😔😔🥺🥺💖💖

Jungkook wasn’t feeling himself that day and the fact that he did’t really knew what was happening with his mind was not really great, all that plus that attitude of yours adopted after knowing the truth behind the bond between your (by that time) unknown mate, so after that one and only night that you let him have you for himself and just himself he knew that he would never had enough of you. Ever since he was just a little pup learning how to shift, watching you so timid, behind your mom’s legs, smaller in size than him and afraid that you wouldn’t be able to have friends, but in fact every single one of the pups around you wanted to be your friend, your glow was just like that, so attracting even as a kid but sometimes you were a little overwhelmed with the attention, almost on the verge of tears, even at that time, being so little old he would feel the need to drop everything he was doing and just held you, maybe a little kiss on the cheek, but just with you, he would cringe if he had to kiss other girls cheek, he wanted to protect you. So his mother knew before himself, and she would just watch with heart eyes, eventually she would explain to him the paths that the moon weaves on her own to reunite two souls destined to be one, and he thought he was dreaming, but he had to wait, until you were ready. You were always good friends, not too close since you were still too shy, just enough to let him scent you every now and then, let him walk you home and even held your hand in the way to end with just a tiny hug but he started to grow up and since he was two years older than you he presented as an alpha first, he had to learn what a heat was, the pain of being incapable of touching you and showing you how much he wanted to spend his life with you, the pain that caused by having you so close but so far away. His mother and father were watching with concern and living the difficulties with him, everything was tolerable until Jungkook turned eighteen, his wolf becoming stronger and more demanding, clawing at him to come and get you but a little part of his brain reminded him that you were only sixteen and not prepared yet, so his parents, with the intention of distracting his mind sent him away to a camp were other future pack leaders trained to make the best of their abilities and it actually worked, but when he was back, a year and a half later, you being a young lady with new fucking aromas, it felt like you were a damn drug, your hormones changed and you were almost ready, but he couldn’t do anything about his desire so he walked away from you and you thought that he hated you, that somehow he changed his mind about you all this time by himself but boy, you couldn’t be more wrong. You tried, you really tried, tried to forget about how he scented you, kept an eye on you in case you would need help, little gazes around, expressing something without the need of words, tried to forget his puppy eyes and that pretty smile of his, not even mentioning the protective bubble that somehow he manages to create for you, but when you thought that every little detail was finally out of your mind your omega blood kicked you in the ribs and the dreams started to come and go, your mind understanding all the feelings that you had with him, but you didn’t wanted it that way, you wanted to be paired with someone simple, just like you, not really wanting to be the center of attention and being with Jungkook just meant getting hateful glances from the pretty omegas around, Jungkook was wanted in more that one way and transporting both of your thoughts to right now, this moment, you wrapped around his hard body as if your life depended on it, reminded you that after all you would be the one he held at the end of the day, always.

It’s to this point that you don’t have idea how both of you ended in what you supposed is his room or at least a place where he spends a lot of time, judging only by the incredible and strong scent of him everywhere.

“Don’t worry my pretty angel, I built this place just for you. I knew since the very first moment I laid eyes on you that you will be mine and a good alpha is the one who takes good care of his omega, right?”

If your mind was gone before now you feel like floating, but at the same time all that’s in your mind is him, him, him and him alone.

He’s caressing your cheek while he’s talking, the timbre of his voice like silk hugging your sense of hearing, your sense of touch screaming for you to past your fingertips between his silky hair strands and to trace his lips, your sense of taste aching to know every single one of his flavors and your sense of smell… Oh hell, that blessing of a powerful sense of smell, sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse, but right now there’s nothing more pleasant for the omega blood running through your veins than that, you wish you could melt with him, right now you feel like its not enough, even with you straddling him, nose buried deep in his scent gland and rubbing yourself on him.

“Pretty girl is having a hard time, isn’t she, where do you want me to touch, huh, honey?”

You couldn’t wait any longer so instantly after he finished that words your hand took his to tease yourself a little, closed eyes while you traveled his hand in the middle of your chest, down your tummy and finally over your hot and aching center.

“Gods above, I swear I can smell every little detail, have I triggered your rut sweet baby?”

You felt like simple jello between the fingers of your seductive lover.

“You want me to rub you over all this layers of clothes, don’t you want me to use my mouth on this glorious cunt of yours, knock you up with a healthy litter of pups, with this amazing tits to drink from, gods, such a dream for your alpha”

There wasn’t any rational thoughts in your mind right now, everything was kind of too much, the roughness of the sheets under both of you, the roughness of his fingers, everything was too hot.

“You made me wait so long for you. My little omega does not have idea of the pain I used to feel just by seeing you smile and blush, felt like a sin to me, smelling like one too”

By the time he’s saying that he was changing positions kneeling you right in front of his pretty thighs.

“I’m really sorry for you puppy, but you will have to wait just like me back then”

You were slightly confused, since your mind was all over your man and suddenly losing his warm touch when he kneel you before him.

“Touch me now little one, touch me with that silky hands, put that pretty mouth of yours on me”

You were gone again, you have never sucked someone off but you were entirely being guided by the heat of the moment and natural instincts.

“Pull me out of the pants angel”

You did as you were commanded, a pretty long length was released in front of your eyes, making you salivate just at the mere view, flushed and veiny, definitely pretty.

“What should I…”

Jungkook could only smile at you with that beautiful glint in the eyes, possessiveness.

“Lick me sweet angel, as if I was your favorite sweet”

Once again you obeyed the orders of your alpha, licking a stripe up his pretty cock just to add a little suck to the dripping head, making him release a loud moan, hands instantly grabbing your hair and guiding your head up and down.

“So good baby, such a good girl, little obedient bitch for the one who owns you, suck a little harder baby, not gonna break”

You did it and he let his head fall back, letting you see his neck, his Adam’s apple bob, more veins appearing in his perfect skin but what caught your eye was a single and simple little place, where you knew he had his scent glands, your little heaven in other words, guided just by the thought of it your canines started to grow in size, wanted to mark what was by the law of the moon yours, but snapped back to reality when you heard him hiss in pain, making him met you worry eyes.

“Hey little one, careful there, it hurst a little bad if you use that fierce canines, you will get what you want if I think you deserve that, so work hard”

His eyes were telling you to behave and to keep going so you attached your lips once more to the head of his length licking and sucking what he had to offer for you, taking little breaks to just breathe a little deeper, only for him to grab again your head and stuffed your mouth full, rough and encouraging him to just go deeper, choking you.

“That’s right sweet angel, choke on that cock, hurt a little that throat of yours just for tomorrow to remember that your big bad aloha did it”

He was loosing himself a little too quickly without giving you nothing, so he separated you from his core, watching with love and lustful eyes the way his cock was connected to your lips by a mixture of his precum and your saliva.

“Bring yourself over here precious thing and let me have a taste of you”

Legs guided purely by the desire burning inside your body, not even thinking twice and throwing yourself in the mattress , imagining already the worship of your beloved mate, shyness suddenly hitting you hard and attempting to close your legs and hide your burning core from hungry eyes.

“Come on sweet girl, don’t be so shy when seconds ago you were all over my cock, I will show you exactly how perfect I am for you so you don’t have that stupid ideas again, of giving yourself to another wolf, even knowing that you will always end up in my arms.”

You frown, taken aback by the little sentence at the end.

“How did you…?”

You were a little surprised that he somehow found out that little comment you have made to one of your closest friends, you had made it without thinking, full of anger after you found out who was you alpha.

“You thought that I would never now?, that little comment that made want to rip every throat in my way, especially the one of that little weak alpha you compared me with…He would never have a female like you, only because you are mine, mine and mine alone, remember that we are connected honey, anywhere you go my senses will be right behind you, that’s a little of how much you drive me crazy and you have to always remember that the moon never makes mistakes”

After that sentence he buried his head deep between your legs, licking a long stripe in that delicate and most intimate part of your body making you look up at the ceiling and letting out the most lustful moan in your short life but the fact that you wasn’t looking right at him while he ate you out with all the love and the possessiveness in the world made him mad enough to suck harder and harder on the sensitive bundle of nerves situated right in the center of your core, taking out of you a little groan of pain, not being prepared for his rough teeth and tongue.

“Look at me my sweet angel, why don’t you want to see your alpha praised your body, watch me prepare you to be the mother of my pups, oh yes honey I know you would raise them well, gods above, our pack will see you so pretty with a big baby bump and smelling of me everywhere”

And at this point you wanted everything he wanted, he was yours and you were his, his desires and dreams were also yours, wherever he went you would be right by his side, expecting to fill any need that he might have, as soon as he bruised your skin with that fangs of his, marking you for life, there will be no return.

Tag list: @min-nicoleee, @in-a-way-that-i-should-not, @imluckybitches, @teresaisla.

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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When The OP Boys Are Sick

A/N : idk enjoy. And honestly all of them would be very needy for attention :p

Includes : Kid, Law, Luffy, CAVENDISH 🤍 and Bartolomeo.

Summary : how these five boys react when they’re sick in bed.

Luffy

Luffy is a child so he wants attention, but he’ll be the wailing, sobbing type. If he isn’t, then he’s the drunk type.

“[NAAAAMEEEE]! I WANT MEAT!..”

The poor rubber boy suddenly became weak and falls back into bed with a thud, his face exploding in the burning fever he was having.

“Luffy..” you sigh in exasperation, rushing over and checking his temperature before tucking him back in. “Sanji’s making you some soup, with small bites of chicken, you can’t have big cooked meat yet.”

Luffy cries out in agony dramatically, wailing at the thought of no meat and groans. “I WANT MEATTTT! Get me meat nowww!”

Your head began to ring with Luffy’s cries, his tears staining his cheeks and pillow, while his snot began to fill up and drip down his nose. His sniffles were heard and you can tell Nami was slowly fuming outside the room from Luffy’s childish cries.

You just smile softly and go over to your Captain, placing your hand in his and leaned close, pressing your forehead to his.

The action made Luffy stop as he quieted down and stares at you with teary eyes and small sniffles.

“Luffy, your fever is slowly but surely going down. If you relax, rest and eat Sanji’s delicious soup then you’ll be better by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll spend some beli’s to get you meat, okay?”

Luffy’s teary eyes slowly went away and a hopefully and starry glint shined in them. “..really?”

“Yes, now relax and get some rest, alright? When Sanji’s done with your soup, I’ll bring it to you.”

Luffy then plasters a wide grin and and chuckles eagerly. “Shishishi~ okay!~” he sang out, gripping the blanket and shutting his eyes.

You shake your head playfully at how easily he listened and just smiled at him, letting him rest.

“Good night, Luffy.”

Law

Law is the strong silent type, so he won’t say anything, he’s just all shy and embarrassed easily when he’s sick~

“It’s amazing that even you can get sick.”

Your lips curve up in amusement as you sat in the chair beside Law’s bed, said male currently resting upon it with shallow breathing and shut eyes.

Your legs were crossed and in your hand was a good book you were reading. The appearance was similar to Law’s whenever you were sick and honestly, it made you feel prideful and great to have the roles reversed.

“Shut up..” Law turns away onto his side to hide his face which was surely pink, but not due to the fever.

You giggle at him and set your book to the side and lean closer to him. “Don’t be embarrassed, Law, everyone gets sick once in a while. Even doctors.” You tease, making the poor boy flush further as he clicks his tongue.

“Stop talking. Leave, I’m sleeping now.”

You just giggle further and stand up. “Fine, I’ll be back with some soup for you. You want bread with it?”

Law pales and he gives a sharp look to you with the tilt of his head. “I swear if you try that, I’ll-“

“Yeah, yeah. See you in a bit.” You roll your eyes playfully and went to walk away when Law grabs your hand.

“What is it-“

With force, Law pulls you back to the bed and into it beside him, and he turns to wrap his arms around your torso.

Your back is facing him so you can’t see his face but his tight grip on your waist and legs around yours let’s you know you aren’t going anywhere.

“Stay.”

“You literally just said to-“

“I know what I said! Now I want you to stay!”

He buries his face into the neck and hair and inhaled your scent a bit, relaxing his grip and just held your closer.

“Just stay with me..”

Kid

Kid is literally a giant ass toddler who wants nothing but attention, but his stubborn ass will act all strong and tough.

“Fuck off! Leave me alone! Come in here and I’ll rip you to shreds and blow you to guts!”

Kid’s loud yells and scowl made the poor lackey outside the door jump in fear and scurry off with his life flashing.

You gave a sympathetic expression to him and exhale, mentally cursing Killer for insisting the Captain to let him take care of those Pirates yesterday, only for Kid to be stubborn and take care of it himself.

It lasted longer than intended since various sea kings appeared and the snow appearing just made it much worse, and now, Kid was sick.

Knocking on the door twice, you wait for a response before letting yourself in.

“OI! DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?! I SAID!-“

“Alright, stop yelling already.” Your voice interrupts, slamming the door shut behind you and tossing a cool towel in Kid’s face.

The red head scowls when the towel drops onto his lap when he sat up and scoffs when he sees you. “Get out. Your face irritates me.”

“Thanks.” You lazily smile at him and walk closer towards the bed, setting down a fresh glass of water and some meds for him. “Here, take these.”

Kid eyes the items you set down and turns away. “No way. That shit is disgusting.” The visible sweat forming on his face makes you sigh as you grab a cloth and wipe it gently, much to Kid’s dismay.

“This shit is what will let you get out of bed, Captain dumbass, now take it.” You say, pulling away and Kid narrows his eyes. “What’d you say?!”

“I said-!”

Kid’s rough pull when he grasps your wrist is enough to yank you into his lap and he’s quick to pin you down to the bed.

He smirks down at you before dropping his weight onto yours, successfully crushing you and eliciting a painful grunt from you.

“Agh, get off me, Kid, I have to go help Killer-!”

“Too bad, I have to rest in order to get better, so that’s what I’m doing. You’re stuck here until then.” Kid says, adjusting a bit so both him and you were comfortable as he continues to lay sprawled on top of you.

You hiss and curse into his ear but Kid pays no mind and quite easily falls asleep, making you groan in annoyance and just lay there, exhaling heavily until Killer came in.

“...you’re so fucking heavy..”

Cavendish

Oi.. clingy baby omg- Cavendish is precious and so adorable because he’ll want nothing more than to just sleep but with you in his arms. Just pray Hakuba doesn’t show up.

“Come, [Name]! Lay down with yours truly and provide me your body warmth!”

“No.”

Cavendish is visibly shocked when you refuse him and he springs up rather quickly, causing dizziness to form in his aching head. “Ack-“

You heave a sigh and push the tall blonde down on his back and switch the wet rag on his forehead for a fresh one.

“If I lay down with you, I’ll get sick. Who will watch after you then?”

Cavendish merely puffs his cheeks out in defeat and exhales heavily, feeling his forehead burning up despite the chills his body was receiving.

“I’m tired and cold and hot and hungry at the same time!” Cavendish cries out in pure frustration, making you smile at his pain, you patting his chest gently.

“I know, Caven.” You hush out in a soft voice, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand while the others played with his hair.

You pulled the covers up to his shoulders and let him rant on exhaustedly before slowly drowsing off with your delicate touches.

Just as he was about to completely pass and sleep, he mumbles out a few words at the end of his rant.

“...thank you.. [Name]..”

Bartolomeo

Bartolomeo is constantly passing out because someone like you is seriously taking care of him. He won’t ever recover, just staying sick for days.

“The one and only [Name] in the flesh!! Taking care of me!?” Tears began welling up in his eyes as Bartolomeo bit his upper lip to prevent making noise.

“What have I done to deserve such a blessing?”

He continued to sob tears of joy, his tears successfully soaking and wetting his cheeks and pillowcase, a bit of his blanket as well.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door.

Startled, Barto quickly pulled up the covers to hide his teary, flushed face and felt his heart beating a million miles a minute.

“Barto, are you awake? I made you some soup.” Your angelic voice calls out and Barto’s heart nearly stops. He was too tongue-tied to speak, only stammering out incoherent noises under the covers.

Assuming he was in pain, you set the bowl down and rip off the covers in a panic, just to see Bartolomeo teary with wide eyes staring up at you.

His face was flushed more than usual and you frown, placing a hand on his forehead. The action alone nearly made him pass out.

“You still have such a high fever... should I take you to Luffy’s doctor?” You ask softly, worry evident in your eyes.

At the mention of seeing the Straw hats, Bartolomeo’s eyes widens and he literally lets out a loud gasp before nearly fainting.

“S-S-S-Straw Hat Luffy?—!”

A/N : I wanna write something. I really do. I wanna WRITE, but my hands and head doesn’t want to. Ugh, I feel so unmotivated! >:))) but I’ll push through. I have something I want to do.

Also, I love Cavendish sm but I can’t write for him 😭 whyyyy?

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prettyvampiress96 · 3 years

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The Malfoy Secret - Chapter 4

Excitement buzzed through the halls of Malfoy manor, with Draco home on break, Lucius and Anastasia had been invited by Cornelius Fudge himself to the Quidditch World Cup . Bulgaria VS Ireland. Of course once Draco had heard the news it became a family outing. Draco was thrilled Anna was tagging along. "Draco darling just because your home from school , does not mean anna can shy away from her work. Your father and Anna will have reputation's to uphold as do we?" Narcissa warned him yet again. " But mother that's barbaric, Anna is my friend . Mine and I want her to watch the match with me" Draco whined turning on his heels to pout up at Anna. Lucius , Narcissa and Anastasia all shared a look to each other which Draco completely missed. Keeping this a secret would be that much more difficult yet all the more so exciting.

The Malfoy's and Anastasia apparated to the match and they proceeded to walk through the crowds in order to reach their private box , stopping to greet others along the way. Lucius and Narcissa began walking up the flight of stairs first followed closely behind were Anna and Draco. "Ah here's Lucius now. I'm positive most of you know each other " came the voice of Cornelius Fudge. Anastasia tensed when she laid her eyes on who Cornelius was conversing with. The Weasley's. Anna tensed and her jaw locked into place, her hand reaching towards her wand. After her last run in with Percy, Anna was certainly taking no chances. Draco noticed the change in Anna and turned looking confused at the situation. Anastasia narrowed her eyes completely having zoned out of the conversation , until Arthur Weasley held his hand out towards her . Instead of shaking his hand Anna chose to not take notice. "Anna" Narcissa scolded as if Anna was one of her own. "Oh that's quite alright Narcissa truly, Percy did say some rather unforgiveable things, it's bound to be hard for her to forgive. No hard feelings. Right lets get to our seats shall we?" Arthur said clapping his hands , he began rushing the children up the stairs. Draco took Anna by the hand and proceeded to drag her to their box, very nearly pulling her over . The private box even had a adjoined balcony with slightly more spacious seats than the original. " Look Dray, As spectacular as this view is these shoes are not made for me to be on my feet leaning over a railing for the whole match , so I'm going to fetch a seat by your parents" Anna said her cloak swishing behind her. Spying the two elder Malfoy's seated alone in the back row with a seat saved between them.

Anastasia sidled her way to the spare seat squeezing herself past Narcissa , whose fingers trailed up the smooth skin of Anna's bare leg. The entire arena suddenly erupted into applause and cheers. The Bulgarian team came flying out along with their mascots. Veela's. Veela's were stunningly beautiful creatures capable of entrancing any male in their presence. At the sight of the many Veela's Anastasia eyes Lucius watching his reaction, her hand grasps the top of his thigh squeezing hard. Lucius jumped at the unsuspected contact, his actions gaining the attention of Narcissa. " Oh Darling I do believe our princess wants to play" Narcissa cooed. " Yes it would certainly seem that way. It is rather brave of our babygirl if you ask me. Tell us babygirl is that what you want ? You want us to make you scream our names for everyone to hear ? Does our dirty little princess want an audience to watch her beg ?" Lucius teased , his voice low enough for both women to hear. The effect of his words had Anna squirming in her seat. With her hand still on Lucius's thigh Anna could feel his length hardening beneath her touch, deciding to test the waters ,Anna began slowly undoing the zip . " Don't start something you can't finish baby " Cissa whispered into Anastasia's ear while sliding her hand to cup Annas throbbing heated , panty-less sex . At the discovery of no panties, Cissa was in two minds to whether to take Anna over her knee right there and then or completely fuck her senseless later. Deciding on the latter Narcissa began dragging her index finger through the slick folds of Anastasia's wet folds, reaching the bud of nerves she began rubbing slow circles. Anastasia bit down on her lip in an attempt to keep their cover being blown. With Lucius's erect shaft free from its clothed prison, Anna wrapped her hand around the base. Anastasia moved her hand up to the red swollen tip swiping her thumb across the tip spreading the glistening pre-cum over her thumb. Anna made eye contact with Lucius as she popped the cum covered thumb into her mouth humming in approval at the salty taste it provided. Lucius stared in disbelief at his little princess's bold action. Leaning to her slightly Lucius whispered.

" You do that again princess and I'll take it upon myself to personally destroy the beautifully tight cunt of yours and mummy wont be able to save you" Lucius smirked with a glint in his eye. " You promise daddy" Anna whispered back.

Anastasia felt a rush of adrenaline surge through her , whether that was due to him or to the fact Cissa was still launching her attack on anna's clit she didnt know neither did she care. Anna's hand picked up the pace around Lucius whilst she ground down against Cissa's fingers . Narcissa's fingers curling inside of anna hitting the spot each and every time she thrust , her thumb hitting the bud of nerves driving Anna so close to the edge. The closer she got to her big finish the harder and faster she gripped Lucius. Narcissa felt Anna's walls constrict around her fingers. Cissa removed her fingers from Anna lifting them up for both Anna and Lucius to see Anna's juices dripping from her fingers. "I'd offer you a taste my love but I really dont want to " Cissa smiled warmly at the pair as she cleaned each finger with her tongue one by one making a rather erotic show for the pair. " Fuck Cissa ! I'm so close babygirl I highly suggest taking your hand away before we make a mess " he warned , Anna chose to disregard his warning and continued her ascent, hell bent even to make her daddy feel as good as he makes her. Anna felt Lucius's cock twitch in her hand signalling he was about to cum and boy was she ready for it. Lucius with his eyes momentarily clenched shut, he missed as Anastasia bent her head down, with one last pump on his twitching penis Lucius rode his orgasm out shooting white shots of cum. Surprisingly Anna caught the majority of it in her mouth leaving little to no mess. Anastasia rose back into her seat laughing lightly. Narcissa placed her hand on Anna's thigh. " You did such a splendid job darling and you taste so sweet . Our sweet babygirl " Cissa commented softly. Lucius hummed in agreement. " Indeed she did my love , I must admit it does make me wonder how her lips would feel wrapped around it, perhaps her lips on you too my dear . The possibilities are endless wouldn't you say?" Lucius replied quietly. Anna blushed furiously. In the background the arena erupted in to applause. Draco and his friends turned from the railings and ran approaching Anna and his parents. "They lost , the Bulgarians lost by 10 points 10 freaking points. What a match though Anna? " Draco asked. "Oh yes It was definitely quite the match. Had me on the edge of my seat the entire game" Anastasia enthused back. Draco looked pleased at her response. " Oh father , mother Blaise invited me and the others to go back to his tent for a while , Would that be alright with you" Draco asked them politely his hands clasped in front of him. "Yes Draco that's fine by us , you know where our tent is should you need something. Be safe" Lucius allowed , secretly happy that Draco would be elsewhere giving him and Cissa time with their babygirl. Draco fist pumped the air in pure excitement. "Anna you want to come I'm sure everyone would love to see you again you are everyone's favourite head girl after all " Draco asked his eyes wide and hopeful. Anna shuffled her weight from foot to foot . " Oh um Draco that's rather kind of you but in fact I'm rather tired . I figured I might just go and get some sleep" she replied scratching her neck at the awkwardness silently praying Draco wouldn't see through her lie. Draco nodded at her response waving and leaving with his friends in tow. With Draco gone , Anastasia, Narcissa and Lucius walked side by side back to the tent . " Are you actually tired little princess or can mummy and I convince you to join us in what I do believe you started earlier this evening?" Lucius asked with every intention of keeping the promise he made her earlier. " Well I suppose theres a chance I could be persuaded" Anna shrugged lightly, spotting their tent she turned to them with a small giggle and took off running . Leaving Lucius and Narcissa to watch in complete awe. Narcissa curled into her husband's side. " My god I love her " Cissa whispered softly . Lucius planted a soft kiss to the temple of Cissa's head smiling at her comment after all he too felt the same way. " Me too my darling me too , let us hurry I do

believe our precious girl would not fare well being kept waiting." Lucius said taking Cissa by the hand and into the tent. As they entered their room of the tent , they both froze in complete and utter shock , the sight of their princess already on their bed completely naked . Her long hair pulled back into the high ponytail that Lucius seemed to adore . Her hands on her knees patiently waiting . " You and mummy kept me waiting daddy, that's not very nice of either of you. I thought I'd have to try and start things all on my own . It wouldn't have been as good as mummy's but you were taking too long" Anna pouted . Narcissa felt instantly guilty , Lucius however was plagued with the image of his babygirl on the bed pleasuring herself without them. That thought being more than he could take , he strode over to a pouting Anna turning her by the cheekbones to look at him. " Oh Is that so little one ? You would start without us ?Really, is that so?" he taunted her. Anastasia looked from him to Narcissa who watched on with an arched brow, embracing in the confidence their princess had today. Lucius didnt like the attention shifted from him and pulled her back to look at him by her ponytail. " Touch yourself princess I dare you and I'll take you over my knee and give you the spanking of my dreams. Only mummy and daddy get to fuck you with our fingers. Wouldn't you agree darling?" Lucius asked pulling Anna to stand in his arms turning them to look at Cissa who had also now gotten rid of her clothes. " Oh I absolutely agree my dear of course unless we tell her otherwise" she caressed Lucius's cheek placing a kiss to the corner of his lips , leaning over Anna's head in the process. Narcissa then stood looking Anna dead in the eyes. " Although I might add that I will spank you myself should you ever leave the house without panties on again my baby" Cissa warned , Anna silently cursed in her head. Lucius's arms tightened around her bare waist placing her down on the bed with Narcissa close behind , their hands roaming over Anna . Lucius let his left hand cup her cheek while his right hand gently held her throat. " No panties ? Really ? In that case perhaps a punishment is needed hmmm?" Lucius thought out loud to Narcissa. Anastasia gasped at the sudden surge of pleasure rushing through her just from his hand on her throat . Before he could apply pressure , loud noises of explosions and screaming interrupted. Leaping up Anna and Narcissa quickly dressed using magic while Lucius went to see exactly what the commotion is. When he returned , he had a panic stricken look on his face. "Death eaters we need to leave" Lucius said sternly. He knew all too well the damage they were capable of. Narcissa's hands flew to her mouth. " DRACO" Anastasia and Narcissa shouted together. Anna wasted no time hurrying out of the tent with her wand drawn ignoring the shouts and cries of Lucius and Narcissa behind her. Curses were being thrown from every direction. Anastasia spots Blaise and his friends leaving but no Draco. " BLAISE , where is Draco ? He was with you" Anna asked frantically .Blaise nodded. "He was until they started attacking , we got split the last I saw he was by my tent" Anna didnt wait to listen the rest. Running as best she could in a dress and heels, Anna began calling Draco over and over until she saw him . Draco was doing his utmost best to defend himself against three Death Eaters. He was doing so well until he tripped over an abandoned backpack. "Stupefy" Anna cast knocking the death eaters back, Anna helped Draco to his feet keeping him tucked behind her back. She now stood facing the Death Eaters. " Protego" Anna shouted blocking their attacks. "SECTUMSEMPRA" Anastasia cast leaving two of the three Death Eaters bleeding to death on the floor. A flash of green hit the third . The Killing Curse. It was an unforgiveable spell. Lucius and Narcissa appeared from behind Anna and Draco , grabbing onto them , they apparated back to Malfoy Manor. Draco broke into sobs at how close he came to death. Narcissa rushed to him

cradling him like the child he was. Narcissa took Draco upstairs and let him talk his way through what happened before they found him. Upon hearing Draco's side of things, Narcissa would be forever in debt to Anna for saving him the way she did. Meanwhile in the master bedroom Lucius pulled Anastasia into him , needing to hold her in his embrace. Never had he felt the amount of fear and panic that he had when he saw her trying to defend herself and Draco against three ruthless Death Eaters. Tomorrow he would absolutely scold her so bad but for tonight both her and his son remained in one piece . No physical damage. " Princess you have no idea how relieved I am that your not harmed . Myself and Cissa can never lose you babygirl. We need you" Lucius almost cried into her hair. A single tear rolling down his face. Narcissa entered the room. " He's okay he's sleeping poor boy is shaken though, We owe you a thousand thank yous darling , without you I fear our Draco may not be here tonight so thank you our beautiful Anna . Now we've had enough for one night wouldn't you say ? How about a bath and some much needed cuddles in bed hmm?" Cissa suggested. Anastasia and Lucius nodded in agreement. All three of them now submerged in a bubble bath both Narcissa and Lucius refused to let go of Anna's hand . The events of tonight really shook everyone to their core. Narcissa offered to wash Anna's hair while Lucius just wanted to hold her a little longer. After they were all bathed and ready for bed Anna had yet to climb in with them instead hesitating by the door. " Darling girl are you not coming in with us? Is something wrong?" Narcissa asks panicked at the possibility Anna could have seriously hurt herself. " No nothing is wrong it's just with Draco home shouldn't I be in my guest room?" Anna asked looking to the floor. When Draco was usually home Anna usually stayed in a guest room down the hall to keep their secret. " Darling come and cuddle with us for a while, we all need it , I can carry you to bed later princess" Lucius persuaded. Anna didn't need to be asked twice . She jumped straight up onto the bed crawling into Lucius's open arms, Anna settled down and held hers open for Cissa to crawl into. Lucius began playing with Anna's hair twirling it around his fingers. Kissing the crown of his head as he twirled each piece. Anna wrapped her arms around Narcissa holding her against her chest. Something about being stuck between the two made Anna feel safe, the safest she had ever felt. " I love you Lucius and I love you Narcissa "Anastasia said sleepily, her eyes fighting to stay open. Lucius and Narcissa both tensed at those words. The first time their Anastasia had said that she loved them and with their names well it just melted them both. " We love you too darling so much " Narcissa whispered gently moving to kiss her forehead , catching the smile on her face from her words brought tears to Cissa's eyes again. Anna drifted peacefully to sleep surrounded in a loving embrace .

#lucius malfoy smut #narcissa malfoy smut #draco malfoy #harry potter smut #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #narcissa x lucius x oc

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zukkoxx · 3 years

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mha boys jealous moments

w/ bakugo, deku, kirishima

warnings: slight season 3 spoilers, fem! reader

bakugo💥

bakugo rarely got jealous to be honest.

he was confident in your relationship and knew that you both loved each other more than you could express.

but there was something about the way that baldy, inasa yoarashi who used to go to shiketsu high school, talked to you so enthusiastically and made you laugh your ass off that had him fuming

it was the yearly meet up for the strange friend group, bakugo, todoroki, inasa, camie, and y/n.

the group that had to retake their license exam during high school, which resulted into a weird friendship that had the five meeting up every year to catch up.

the meet up itself was normal. at a fancy restaurant in a private area with an interesting conversation going on.

you were sitting between bakugo and inasa.

somehow, the conversation of first dates was brought up, and everyone was sharing the interesting stories of their first one.

todoroki explained how his first date was with momo, since everyone seemed to like them together. but it made him realize they had absolutely nothing in common

especially when it came to tea…

camie told everyone about how her first date was with some sleaze who only wanted her body for one night, which had you shaking your head is disgust.

anyways, the conversation resulted into you hearing about inasa’s first date, where he explained he was so nervous that his quirk went off involuntarily, blowing the food everywhere.

his enthusiastic story telling and the details he added had you laughing up a storm.

you were so engrossed in the story, that you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend staring at the man with an expression that could only be considered as pure acrimony

what the hell was so funny about what this baldy was saying?

“inasa that’s too crazy! i can’t believe that happened.” you breathed out, going to wipe some stray tears away from your eyes.

inasa looked at you with pure delight, pride filling his chest at the fact that he made you laugh so intensely.

you turned your head to look at bakugo who you hadn’t really been paying much attention to for most of the night.

right away you noticed his familiar grimace, that seemed way more irate than usual.

“what’s wrong kats?” you ask absentmindedly, taking a sip of your drink.

he just shook his head at you before looking at inasa. “that’s a pretty funny story baldy…” he mutters. “you know, my first date was with this beauty right here.” your boyfriend nudges you with a half smirk. “only girl i thought was capable enough to handle me.”

“i can see why. y/n’s quite fierce. i’d assumed she’d be able to put you in your place every now and then.” inasa shrugged, a competitive glint forming in his eyes.

“put me in my place?” bakugo scoffed. “please, a few dates after our first one, i already had her screaming under me. she could barely keep up.”

you gasp, turning to bakugo and slapping his hard bicep. “katsuki! why would you say that?”

he just chuckled, watching as inasa suddenly grew flustered and looked away. “just had to make sure that baldy knew who you’d be going home with tonight.” he kissed your cheek, and you turned away from him, pouting in embarrassment

deku 🥦

we know this precious boy had insecurities growing up, but as he got older they went away bit by bit

you played a big part in it. always reassuring him that he was perfect the way he is and he had nothing to be insecure about.

but being pro heroes and being in the public eye almost all the time did leave some room for those wondering thoughts and doubts to creep back up.

fortunately, izuku found new ways to handle those feelings. gave them head on with confidence like he did with most of his problems.

it was a cool night, and you and your boyfriend had just got done kicking some villain’s ass. of course, tons of reporters were surrounding you both.

“miss (hero name)! how would u describe the performance of both you and deku tonight!”

“was this particular villain hard to fight off? you seem a little more hazed than usual!”

you tired to answer every question as quick as possible, but one particular question you wish you didn’t hear had to stumped to the core.

“have you heard about the recent news of you being shipped with another pro-hero?” the reporter asked.

“wha…no.” you tried to respond, but the question just seemed to get other reporters more hyped.

“much of the public believe you should be with another pro-hero! one that matches your style more!”

“people are predicting the end of h/n and deku! what do you have to say about that?”

“um, no me and izu-ah deku are completely fine. i would never leave him!” you try to retaliate.

“but there are tons of other heroes who have their eyes on you h/n! it’d be stupid to not give them a chance!”

you scoffed at the reporter’s words, trying to go against what they were saying when you suddenly felt a hand wrap your waist and a big frame stand behind you.

“don’t you think if h/n and i weren’t perfect for each other, we’d have broken up already?” izuku comes into frame with a hard expression, his question leaving the reporters speechless.

“it’s been so many years, i don’t think we would continue to torture ourselves in an uncommitted relationship if we didn’t love each other, right h/n”

you nodded feverishly, letting izuku take over as he looked directly into the camera “oh, and to all the pro-heroes who have their eyes on my girlfriend, you better keep that fantasy in your head, cause this girl is all mine.”

he gave you an affection squeeze on the hips before pulling you away to the car.

you sighed out in relief and turned to him with a big smile. “thank you for helping me back there izu.” you smile, and peck his cheek.

“of course. anything for you but…you don’t actually think about being with other heroes? right?” you could basically see the sweat running down the side of his face.

“of course not! you’re my one and only deku.” you smile as he leans in, placing a loving kiss on your lips

kirishima 🪨

it’s really hard for kiri to get jealous

he just thinks everyone has positive motives and doesn’t like to assume the worst.

but when it’s really obvious someone is flirting with you, he’ll get involved quicker than he can harden.

you were out shopping with your red haired boyfie, and he had walked away for a bit to look at the men’s section.

it was only about five minutes when a weird looking man approached you, his aura already feeling off

“hey there sexy lady! saw you looking all pretty over here and i just had to talk to ya” he smiled crookedly, making you cringe.

“i’m flattered but, i have a boyfriend.” you try to smile, turning away and shuffling through clothes.

“well i don’t see him around.” the man says.

that’s always their response. isn’t it?

“he’s just over there in the men’s section. so i’d really appreciate it if you left me alone.”

“come on baby! there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun! i’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind.”

god if this man says one more thing to me i swear i’ll-

“you thought wrong sir.” you hear kirishima say, his usual voice dropping a few octaves making the man in front of you clench up.

“i know she’s already told you she had a boyfriend. what will it take for you to leave her alone hm?”

“i’m sorry dude-“

“yeah you are. now get out of here of while you can still walk.” kiri said, making the man skedaddle.

after he was out of sight, your boyfriend put a hand on his chest and let out a breath. “jeez that was scary babe!”

“eijiro, you’re a pro hero who fights scary villains all the time.”

“yeah! but the thought of someone stealing my baby away is my biggest fear!” he yells.

you laugh “good thing that’ll never happen babe.”

posted 7/1/21

really sorry about kiri’s being a little shorter. anyways hope you guys liked this. i’ll be answering requests tomorrow. it’s about 3:30 AM where i am rn so i’ll get some sleep and work on them right away. hope you liked this. leave a request here -> 🥀

gn loves! <3

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heartofsnark · 3 years

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I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship (Misty/Fem!V/Jackie) Smut

Notes: Sooooo, this isn't really canon to my V's like story, as far as like her actual series goes (which you should look at if you want plot with your porn ayyy) but more of a fun what if, that I was possessed to write at 8am and am now publishing at 2:40 am cause I've lost control of my life and wanna see these three fuck.

Warnings: Vaginal sex, cunnilingus, creampies, unprotected sex (fucking wrap it before you tap it, fucking hell Jackie) blowjobs, oral sex, licking cum out of a vagina, just porn, so much porn.

Summary: V has a problem, many problems, but we're focusing on the one for today. Her, Jackie, and Misty are friends; really good friends. Completely platonic and chill friends. They're her best friends in fact, the closest friends she's ever had. So, why does she want to fuck them so bad?

*Also, the V in this is my own, she is a cis woman and also deaf.

V has a problem, multiple problems if she’s being honest, but one in particular has been overwhelming her as of late. She doesn’t do romantic love, she’s told herself time and time again. A misguided crush as a child and a ‘what could have been’ when she was a slightly older child. Times when she thought she was in love or could have ended up there, but her hopes were dashed with cruel words or chance. And every other encounter since has been either platonic or just sex. You can be V’s friend or you can fuck her; no room for romance or muddy waters in the merc’s heart.

At least that’s what she says.

At least that’s what she thought.

Then she met Jackie and Misty. The Heywood boy who took her in. His sweetheart of a girlfriend. Her feelings are platonic, she tells herself. Friends, practically family, a platonic sort of love she’s so rarely found. And that’s more than enough, her feelings and desires don’t go beyond that, she tells herself.

She watches Jackie workout at times, meant to spot him. His muscle corded arms strained as he lifts weights, veins prominent and sweat tracing patterns down his skin. Freckled face flushed with exertion and V’s mouth dry at the thought of tasting the salt of his skin.

But, they’re friends.

V will catch herself staring at Misty from time to time when she visits the older woman’s Esoterica shop, getting tarot card readings and helping sort any new inventory that’s come in. Never missing the way Misty’s skirt rides up her thighs, showing a peek of soft thighs wrapped in fishnet stockings.

But they’re friends.

It's purely platonic when Jackie ruffles her hair, a big warm hand the size of her head, a grin wider than a canyon and sun glinting off his gold cyberware. The butterflies in her stomach and the flush on her face mean nothing more, they’re friends.

And it's strictly platonic when she and Misty bleach their hair together, legs practically entangled when they wait on the couch together. The way V’s breath catches at the press of skin and the sound of Misty laughing is just… They’re friends, really, just friends.

They’re just friends, her mind screams when she’s sharing a bed with Jackie, pressed close to his warm body and inhaling the smell of his cologne. His large arms wrapped around her and thoughts flickering to if he’d let his hands move lover.

Just friends, she tries to beat into her own head, when she’s reminded of Misty’s hands gently holding her bruised chin after a bad gig. Close enough V could nearly kiss her black painted lips, what would it feel like having dark lipstick smeared across her neck?

They’re just friends, but sometimes she wishes they weren’t; she tells herself in shame after a night spent thinking of them in Jackie’s bed, him out on a date with Misty. V’s hand wet with her own slick after hours imagining she was pressed between them, the smell of her sweat sticking to his sheets.

Moving out will help, she decides. A little more space, a few more boundaries will keep those lines from blurring so easily. Her friends, just friends, are there to help her move in and set up her new megabuilding apartment.

Once everything is settled in, V orders them all takeout for dinner, the least she can do. The trio sits on the floor around her table, the holoprojector showing advertisements above their head. The curved built-in sofa is behind them, but its too far from the table to comfortably eat, plus it doesn’t afford the comfort of being closer to each other. Misty and Jackie sitting, nearly on top of each other across the table from V. Trying not to stare at the way his fingers toy with Misty’s sweater.

“Can’t believe you’re actually moving out, chica,” Jackie comments after swallowing down a mouthful of dumplings. She swears she hears a hint of melancholy in his voice, but maybe it’s wishful thinking.

“Can’t mooch off of you and Mama Welles forever,” she signs and talks, comfortable talking when it's just them. The words flow easier, her throat less raw and blocked off.

“For the billionth time, you ain’t no fuckin’ mooch, V.”

“So you say.” V rolls her eyes and takes a drink of Nicola.

“Personally, I’m happy about it,” Misty states and that soda suddenly feels like cement in V’s throat. One of her worst fears potentially realized, that Misty or Jackie see her as an interloper, an intrusion on their relationship. That Misty is sick of some random woman sleeping in her boyfriend’s bed.

“Why’s that?” Jackie asks, half of an eggroll in his mouth.

“‘Cause now I don’t have to sneak around Mama Welles to see V, too.”

“Oh,” V swallows hard, feeling the air return to her lungs, “that’s right, I’ll never understand that whole thing. ”

Misty is one of the sweetest people in the world and V’s always considered Jackie’s mom just as nice, but for some reason the two can’t seem to see eye to eye. Mama Welles hung up on Jackie getting back with one of his ex’s.

“She’ll come around eventually, Ma just takes a while to warm up to people.”

“Me, not people, just me. Pretty sure, she’d jump for joy if you and V were dating,”

V chokes on her noodles, heat flushing up to her hairline at the thought. Not helping, Misty, not helping. Misty laughs at her, V trying to recompose herself.

“Why would you say that?”

“Uh, ‘cause it’s true!~ She adores you, V. Not that I can blame her.”

“Pfft,” V rolls her eyes, scoffing, “trust me, she’d turn on me in a heartbeat if I tried to steal away her precious baby boy.”

V teases Jackie, reaching across the table to squeeze at his cheek, he smacks away her hand, grinning and a flush of red across his cheeks.

“Fuck off!”

“True, she is so protective of her precious, Jaquito~” Misty joins in, giggling and scratching her nails along his chin.

“I didn’t sign up to be harassed today,” he pretends to complain.

“No sign up necessary, my harassment comes free and unsolicited~,” V reaches for an eggroll and accidentally knocks an open can of cola into Jackie’s lap, “shit!”

“Ah, fuck,” Jackie flinches a bit as cold soda hits his crotch.

“Sorry, sorry,” V blurts out, grabbing up napkins and starting to reach over the table to dry him.

“I, uh, got it! It’s fine!” Jackie quickly stops her and she realizes she was a fraction of an inch away from trying to rub his dick dry.

“Uh, right, sorry, I, sorry.” V falls back on her but, trying to pretend she isn’t embarrassed by the instinct.

“Its okay, V,” Jackie insists, trying to dry his pants, “what’s a wet sticky dick between friends?”

“Jackie!” V yells at his innuendo, the audacity of this man, meanwhile Misty is giggling behind her hand.

“It shouldn’t stain,” Misty says when she stops giggling, rubbing Jackie’s shoulder, “I think you left some clothes at my place, you can change there, so you don’t have to wear wet pants all the way back to Heywood.”

And that’s right, they’ll be leaving at some point. She’ll be having her first night alone in her apartment, just her… She taps her fingers against the floor, staring at a seam on her couch. She’s an adult, she reminds herself, she can handle being alone.

“Yeah, we’ll go ahead and get out of your hair, V.”

“Yeah, yeah, appreciate the help,” she hopes her signing and voice don’t give away her discomfort. Then there’s a gentle hand over her own, neatly painted black fingernails on her skin, warm and smooth skin compared to V’s more calloused flesh. Misty having shifted closer to the side of the table, so she could reach V.

“Unless, you don’t want us to go?”

“Uhh,” what kind of adult can’t be alone in her own apartment, V admonishes herself, “I-”

“You still have trouble sleeping alone, right?” Jackie asks, raising an eyebrow, eyes concerned.

“I mean… I don’t expect anyone to coddle me, I-”

“It's not coddling, V, we care about you. Adjusting is hard and if us sleeping here tonight helps, we’re happy to do it.”

“You know we’d do anything for you, chica.”

“Uh, okay then, I can sleep on the couch and you two can have the bed-”

“Pffft,” Jackie scoffs, “don’t be stupid, we’ve been sharing a bed half that size for the past three months, V. The last thing I expect is for you to sleep on the couch.”

“Okay, if you’re both cool with it.”

And that’s how she ends up in her new bed with her two friends. Misty wearing a set of V’s sleep clothes, the shorts and shirt riding up slightly on the older woman just a few inches taller than the merc. Jackie stripped down to just his boxer briefs and V is accustomed to that she reminds herself, her partner in crime, sleeping in his underwear next to her more times than she can count. But, lately everything feels...muddier.

V faces the wall, on her side, Misty and Jackie cuddling behind her. They nearly pulled her between them, but she stopped them, insisting she sleep fine so long as there’s just someone near her. And that’s true, the warmth and knowledge that she’s not alone helps plenty, but more so she’s just not sure she would have survived the night pressed between them. Even like this… she struggles to sleep, feeling their bodies radiating warmth behind her. She stares at the wall and tries to name stars, her go to trick for sleeping.

Then there’s shifting movement behind her, the feeling of the bed shifting a bit, and Misty’s foot slightly nudging V’s ankle. The little merc twists around onto her other side to see what’s going on, if Misty or Jackie need something and her breath catches in her throat.

Misty is pressed tight to Jackie’s chest, the couple spooning with her back to his front. His face is pressed into her neck, V can’t hear his face nor read his lip, but she can see them moving against Misty’s skin. Jackie’s large hands are toying with Misty’s body, one hand down between her thighs and the other pushing her shirt up to grope her breast. Misty’s eyes are shut, head arched back just slightly, mouth slightly open as her boyfriend teases her.

V can’t help but stare, face a sharp shade of crimson, at the sight of the shirt being pushed up to reveal the underside of Misty’s breast, the muscles in Jackie’s forearm tightening as he fingers her. Its a lot to take in, the sight, the feelings; the knowledge that they’d do this just inches from V. Desire and heat build in her center, her cunt getting wet at watching her friends fool around, finding herself imagining what it’d be like to have Jackie’s thick calloused fingers pushing inside of her or how soft Misty’s breast would feel in her hand. Then Jackie pushes the shirt all the way up above Misty’s chest, plump breasts and stiffening nipples on full display.

V shouldn’t be seeing this; shame and humiliation mix with her arousal.

Friends. They’re friends, damn it!

The speed at which V turns away from the sight, sends her half into the wall; knee and hands hitting it. She can feel Misty and Jackie shooting up behind her, mattress shifting, V tries to burrow down into her pillow hoping the two will somehow be convinced she just moved in her sleep. But the hand rubbing over her shoulder tells her that’s not the case. She forces herself to sit up and face her friends, just friends…

Misty and Jackie are sitting up more in the bed, Misty’s clothes back in place. Their faces are both flushed, Jackie isn’t making eye contact with V. Misty hands V her hearing aid case, a gentle unspoken request for her to put them in so it’s easier to talk. And V doesn’t want to talk about it, doesn’t want to deal with this, doesn’t want to ruin this. But she can’t deny the soft look in Misty’s emerald green eyes, sliding her hearing aids in.

“Sorry, chica…” Jackie awkwardly apologizes the second V can hear.

“Okay…night... ” Is all V can manage, hoping this will be the end of it, hoping she doesn’t have to confront everything swelling up inside of her. V reaches up to take out her hearing aids, intent on just quickly pulling them out and rolling back over, to pretend this never happened.

Misty’s hand reaches her face first, cupping V’s chin and forcing the merc to make eye contact. Though her eyes do drift back and forth between Misty’s lips and eyes. The closeness makes it all the more tempting to just kiss her…

But Misty beats her to it, nothing but tender press of their lips together. And V never in a million years believed of the three that Misty would be the one to break first. Yet here they are, a soft kiss that lasts all of a moment before Misty starts to pull away, a quick peck meant to test the waters, but V chases after it, capturing the older woman’s lips again. Her kiss is a far cry from Misty’s, hungrier, deeper and anything but chaste as she pushes her tongue into the blonde’s mouth.

“Shit,” Jackie curses, voice low and hungry as he watches his girlfriend and best friend makeout. V smiles into the kiss, finally breaking away.

“We’re a pair of Catholic school girl uniforms away from acting out Jackie’s favorite BD, aren’t we?” V can’t help but tease remembering a few… select pieces from her friends collection.

“Hey!”

V falls back against the bed laughing, that sort of tension and fear melting away. Misty and Jackie laugh too; the sound music to V’s ears, the merc suddenly thankful she kept the hearing aids in. They kissed and the world didn’t end. There’s no irreparable damage and if they wanted maybe they could all leave it there, a weird exchange that ended in laughter. Nothing has to change. One kiss between friends, no big deal.

Then Misty is climbing over her, moving to be on the other side of V, pressing against that side as Jackie moves in closer; placing her between them.

“Hello, can I he-” she starts to tease, then Jackie’s lips are on hers. His large warm hand on her chin, keeping her in place as he pushes his tongue into her mouth. She works to meet his movement, to give as good as she gets, kissing him back with the same passing. A moan leaving the back of her throat and dying on Jackie’s tongue when he shifts the angle to kiss her deeper. She grabs his bicep, feeling his muscles to anchor herself.

And, okay, it’s two kisses now. What’s two kisses between friends?

Jackie pulls away, pressing his forehead against hers, rubbing his thumb over her chin.

“Been wanting to do that for a while, mija,” he admits tenderly.

And that’s it, it's all too far gone and she’s done caring.

“Need you, both of you,” V finally says it, puts the words out into the world and prepares herself for what comes next.

Then Jackie pulls her shirt off over her head, leaving V’s breasts exposed, her nipple piercings glinting in the lowlight of the room. Delicate fingers push past the waistband of V’s shorts, Misty finding and stroking V’s clit as Jackie dips his head to suck at the merc’s breast. She whimpers at the treatment, overwhelmed and squirming as the couple plays with her body. Slick coats Misty’s fingers and V’s thighs, the merc’s cunt clenching with every rub of her clit. Jackie’s tongue teases and licks at her piercing, he sucks at her breast, feeling her nipple stiffen on his tongue. Misty’s fingers slip lower, pushing inside of V. Its all too much, V’s pleasure building higher and higher inside of her. Jackie gives a little nip, not a true bite just the slight pressure of his teeth on her breast just as Misty adds a third finger. And it snaps, V crying out as she cums on Misty’s hand,

Jackie pulls off of V’s breast and Misty pulls slick coated fingers out of her cunt, the merc panting.

“Didn’t realize you were that sensitive, V,” Jackie teases, breath hot on her ear.

“Shut up.”

“It’s cute,” Misty assures her, kissing softly across V’s cheek and neck.

“So, cute,” Jackie says, but his voice with that edge of condescension before he bites her neck. She whines but responds by rubbing a hand over his cock, grinning when he jumps.

“Yeah, let's see how well you handle it,” she taunts, pushing him back flat against the bed as she straddles him.

His hard cock rubs against her, her shorts and his boxers the only thing between them. She kisses across his chest. Tracing her tongue along his tattoos and freckles, sliding her hand between them to palm his dick, feeling the warmth of it through the fabric. She trails her kisses down, watching his head dip back against the pillow, cursing under his breath as she makes her way lower and lower down his torso and stomach. She pulls her mouth away when it hits fabric, as much as she’d love to settle between his legs and tease him through his boxers, She’s not about to forget about Misty.

V pulls away to press closer to Jackie’s side, looking up to see Misty, staring at them, enraptured. The merc stretches over Jackie’s lap to catch the back of Misty’s head, tangling her fingers in the short layers of hair, bringing the older woman in for another kiss. She uses this to gently pull and encourage Misty over closer, until they’re both pressed tight against one side of Jackie’s legs, making out just above his erection. They break apart, with V giving a soft bite to Misty’s lower lip before hooking her fingers into the bottom of Misty’s shirt pulling it off over her head. She can’t help but get another eyeful of Misty’s chest, before turning her attention back to Jackie, intent on showing why having two people play with you tends to make a person more sensitive.

V slips her fingers into the top of Jackie’s boxer briefs, starting to pull them down, Misty helping her as Jackie raises his hips for them. The girls quickly getting the boxers off; V swallows hard at the sight of his dick. He’s big, something she always figured considering he’s nearly a giant towering over both Misty and V. Its flushed red at the head, thick with prominent veins, and leaking precum on his lower stomach. Misty and V get their tongues on him, making Jackie curse aloud. V lapping the head of his cock to taste his precum, teasing her tongue piercing along the flushed sensitive skin. Misty, tracing the underside, licking along the veins and shaft of his cock.

V pulls away for a moment as Misty licks up Jackie’s cock. The merc watches as Misty takes the length of Jackie’s dick into mouth, inch after inch pushing past her kiss-swollen lips. V takes to licking the places where Misty’s mouth can reach, the part of his cock she can’t force down her throat without risk of gagging, V’s tongue chases after Misty’s mouth as she pulls up, tasting Misty’s spit on his cock, until she’s pulling off his dick with a pop. Before V can follow suit, taking her turn to feel his dick in her throat, he stops them. Large thick fingers tangling in bleached hair.

“Stop, fuck, fuck, gonna-fuck,” he groans out, nearly choking on his words.

“Aww, feeling sensitive?” V teases, biting at his thigh.

“Not helping, V.”

“I don’t think she was trying to help, Jackie,” Misty jokes, sharing a sly smile with V as they watch Jackie try to keep from blowing his load right there. Jackie reaches down and squeezes Misty’s ass, making her yelp at the sudden attention.

“Wanna feel you, carina,” he tells Misty, teasing her cunt through her shorts.

V helps Misty pull off her shorts, leaving her completely naked. The young merc can see the slick sticking to the inside of Misty’s inner thighs and all she wants to do is lap it up. But Jackie is already manhandling Misty, helping her move to straddle his lap, with her back towards him and facing V; reverse cowgirl style. Misty puts her hands back on Jackie’s chest, leaning her weight back on him as he holds her hips, his fingers squeezing the soft plush flesh.

Slowly, Jackie pulls Misty down on his cock, making her moan out as he fills her. He bounces Misty on his cock, fucking up into her. V watches agape, not sure where she wants to focus, from where the two meet, his cock pumping into Misty’s tight cunt. Or to Misty as a whole, the woman put on full display for V to watch as her breasts bounce with every thrust and she cries out with every slap of flesh hitting flesh.

She settles for doing much more than just watching, V dipping her head between their thighs and licking where Jackie and Misty connect. Its a sloppy mess, trying to keep up with Jackie’s pace as he pound into Misty. V laps and licks at his cock where she can, tasting Misty’s slick on him, kissing where Misty’s cunt takes in Jackie’s cock. She sucks and teases Misty’s clit, her own cunt clenching at the way the added pleasure makes Misty scream out. V’s mouth and tongue are everywhere they can be, desperate and sloppy in her rush to taste the couple, to add to their pleasure.

Misty grabs the back of V’s hair when she cums, pinning the merc in one spot as she screams out her release. V’s left to drool and keep her tongue out as Misty’s cunt and Jackie’s cock rub against her. She tastes the rush of Misty’s slick first, gushing and twitching as her pussy is overwhelmed. Then V tastes the bitter salt of Jackie’s cum, him cursing as he fills Misty and then keeps cumming, thick white spilling out and dripping back down his cock. The couple still, both panting heavily and Misty relaxing, letting V’s hair go as the young merc continues to lick up the mess. Misty collapses, practically boneless laying on Jackie’s chest.

Jackie gets his hands under her thighs and starts to bring them back, Misty whimpering as he’s able to hold her legs up, nearly bringing her knees to her chest. The shift in position causes his cock to slip out of her, his cum now spilling freely from Misty’s cunt, a wet messy show for V.

“Clean her up for me, V?” He asks it as casually as he’d ask V to lend her car. And V is just as happy to oblige.

V buries her tongue inside of Misty, moaning softly when Misty squeals at the feeling. Its a mess of Jackie’s cum and Misty’s, mingling on V’s tongue as she licks it up like she’s starved for it. Misty is a sensitive mess, being eaten out so soon after being fucked to pieces, but V doesn’t hold back; rubbing a thumb over the woman’s swollen clit while she laps up every drop of Jackie’s cum. There’s a shake in Misty’s thighs, instinct telling her to clench them shut, to trap V between her legs, but Jackie keeps her spread wide; only able to whimper and whine as the mess is licked up as her twitching wet clit is teased alongside every stroke of V’s tongue.

With each lick V tastes less and less of Jackie’s mess, cleaning up the creampie he’d left inside of Misty. And she doesn’t know what it is that sends Misty over the edge, one too many rubs of V’s thumb over her clit or particularly deep lick, V desperate to truly swallow down every drop of seed. But something does and Misty’s sent into a second orgasm, trembling and gushing against V’s tongue, screaming out as the pleasure consumes her. The merc slows down gently,steadily easing Misty through the aftershocks, until she’s done trembling.

Jackie lets go of Misty’s legs, letting her body relax as she gently moves to lay against his side. His cock is still half hard and there’s an itch inside of V that hasn’t quite been scratched, still wet and twitching between her thighs, the crotch of her thin shorts sticky with slick. But she doesn’t want to push it, she thinks as she goes to lay down on his other side. But, he has different ideas it seems, an idea catching in his mind as V’s in the midst of moving, on her hands and knees about to drop down onto the mattress. Despite his size he moves fast, grabbing at V’s hips and making her freeze, on his knees behind her as he pulls her ass back against his cock. She whines at the friction, as he grinds against her, quickly getting his cock fully hard again. Misty laying against the pillows next to them, satiated and content to watch the V and Jackie chase another orgasm.

And he yanks her shorts down as far as he can without changing the position, exposing her slick needy cunt.

“Fuck,” the low hungry curse sends a chill along V’s spine, the head of his cock leaving wet across her ass, before he rubs it over her sex.

There's a part of her that thinks they shouldn’t, that this is the step too far, a line that can’t be uncrossed; as if she hadn’t just had her face buried in Misty’s pussy. But, she needs this and by the tight hold Jackie has on her hips, he does too. A line that needs to be crossed even if it can’t be undone. An experience that has to be had, just to know what it’s like.

Then he’s sinking into her, pulling her back onto his cock, filling her. V’s eyes roll back, a silent cry on her tongue as she’s stretched and stuffed. Too much, too much; but exactly what she needs. Despite his size, he fills her easily, her body too needy to resist the push of him into her. He doesn’t give her time to adjust, not that she needs or truly wants it. They’re both at their limit, just needing this, to know what it’s like to be connected this way; to feel his cock pounding into her, to feel her cunt clenching around him.

She lets him set the pace, too overwhelmed to do anything, whimpering as he brutally fucks her; pulling her back against him as he thrusts forward. Both too far gone and desperate for this to be softer. The skin slapping together, sound ringing out through the apartment, a wet squelch everytime he sinks inside of her. Jackie uses her like a toy, like a human sized fleshlight to chase his own end with. And she knows she means more than that, in the moment it feels good to just be used, to be manhandled and fucked apart, to be a pillow princess taking his dick however he sees fit to give it. Each thrust sending her spiraling deeper and deeper into her pleasure, fucked stupid and mindless, unable to think of anything but how it feels to be fucked by him.

And that pleasure overwhelms quicker than she expects, bubbling over and orgasm hitting her before she even truly realized she was close. Mind going completely blank and throat raw as she screams out, cumming on his cock, toes clenching. And he fucks her through it, draws it out until he’s cursing under his breath and spilling inside of her. His second load, a little lighter than the creampie he left Misty with, but still thick and too much for V’s cunt to hold; the mess leaking down her thighs as she comes down from her high.

She whimpers when he pulls out, suddenly empty and more of his cum spilling from inside of her. Jackie collapses, in the middle of the bed, between Misty and V, sweaty and panting. V can’t help but laugh, throwing her shorts completely off, as Misty curls up close to his side. Jackie wraps an arm around Misty’s hip. His other hand skims V’s back as she leans over them to take her hearing aids out, putting them on the side table, then she’s pulled down to lay against his chest. V nuzzles in, looking at Misty’s face across the expanse of Jackie’s chest, V being held just as tightly to his side. Misty’s hand is on his chest and V reaches up, intertwining their fingers, earning her a soft serene smile from the older woman.

And there’s a lot that’ll need to be talked about. So many questions as to what this all means; what does V even want this to mean? A one time thing they don’t talk about, don’t deal with. A friendship ruiner, the start of something… new. So many possibilities and each one brings with it a different sort of anxiety. But for now, she’s content to sleep curled up under the sheets with her friends.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #jackie welles #misty olszewski #female v

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cakers-2000 · 4 years

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Happy Birthday Kokichi! (2020) (Kokichi X Reader)

I can’t believe it’s my baby boys birthday!

I had a bit of a rough time writing this but I really really wanted to do something for him, I love him so much 🥺❤️

But I hope you all enjoy

Happy birthday Kokichi you precious little gremlin 🥺🥺🥺

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“(Y/N) let’s play a game!”

The child like tone in Kokichi’s voice was matched only by the whimsical look in his eyes. His hands balled into fists as he awaited your response with pure glee. You closed the book you currently had clasped in your hands and placed it on one of the dusty bookshelves that lined the library.

Your eyes narrowed at him. Kokichi Ouma. The Ultimate Supreme Leader.

The Ultimate Liar.

You could only imagine the kind of ‘game’ he could have in mind.

“What kind of game?”

“Niheehee.” His arms fell behind his head as he laughed at your skepticism. He had expected that kind of response from you. He was a liar. No one trusted him, so why should you? “What’s the matter? Do you not trust me (Y/N)?”

You couldn’t answer him. You honestly didn’t know. One part of you feared him. Shuichi had once told you how he requested a game of Russian Roulette. With a bullet in every chamber. He was able to find out Maki’s true identity as the Ultimate Assassin. He was clearly a master manipulator.

But on the other hand, part of you was drawn to him. You had heard everyone express their disgust towards him. How little they trusted him due to his lying nature, and how little they valued his input no matter how helpful it could be. Perhaps you felt pity towards him. Or perhaps you were interested in his personality. You knew hardly nothing about him. All you had managed to learn was the fact that he was a liar. And that he was the Ultimate Supreme Leader. You wanted to learn more.

You needed to learn more.

“Let me ask you something Kokichi.”

Another laugh escaped his lips and his hands fell down to his sides. “You didn’t answer my question… but go ahead~”

“Why me?”

You saw a momentary look of confusion wash over his face but it quickly washed away and was replaced by his normal smile. “What do you mean?”

Your attention went solely back to the books in front of you as you took another one off the shelf and dusted it off with your hands. You twisted and turned it in your hands, trying to figure out what you wanted to respond to the boy with. “I think this is the first time we’ve ever held a conversation longer than a couple seconds.” You glanced in his direction, eyes still narrowed suspiciously. “Why do you want to hang out with me?”

He emitted no response. All he did was stare. You brought your attention back to the book as you fidgeted nervously in your spot. Why had he fallen silent? Had you said something wrong? Should you be scared?

You slightly lifted your head, glancing once more in his direction.

He was gone. Slightly tilting your head in confusion you began to turn but the second you did you felt his hand intertwine with your own as you were shoved rather roughly onto the bookshelf. His eyes peered into your own with such a look of intensity you could barely keep your balance as your cheeks flared. His hand was warm, at any other time you would’ve welcomed such a warm and safe feeling but your clammy hands only seemed to worsen the heat rising throughout your body.

“Wh-What are you doing!?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” His finger fell under your chin and he brought his face even closer.

You were almost certain your face resembled a tomato as you stuttered and stammered. “I-I-uh-”

“I wanna spend time with you cause I like you (Y/N)~”

“WH-WHAT!?”

A smirk had already fallen onto his face as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “But you know, that was a lie.”

And with that he pulled himself away from you. His hand pulled away from your own and he stepped back. You hadn’t realized how weak his actions had made you as you hit the floor with a loud crash. You looked up to reach his gaze and found that he was laughing.

You were embarrassed. You had actually believed him in the moment. You averted your eyes away from him and you heard his laughs die down. “The truth is, you’re one of the only people I have left.”

“W-What does that mean?”

His hands once again rested behind his head as he spoke to you. “Well pretty much everyone hates me except you… but I probably just ruined that now huh?”

You were silent for a few seconds until you shook your head. “I don’t hate you.”

Once more he stared at you in complete silence before falling down to your level and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, squishing his face against yours as he hugged you tightly.

“(Y/N) you’re so sweet~”

“St-Stop it Kokichi!”

He did as you said and sat beside you, crossing his legs and running his fingers through the dust littering the floor. “Today’s a special day and I… I didn’t have anyone to spend it with. So how about it? You down to play my game?”

“Special day?”

He seemed taken aback at your oblivious question and placed a hand dramatically on his heart. “(Y/N)-Chan I can’t believe you of all people would forget!”

“I… I’m sorry?”

“It’s my birthday!”

His fists were balled in frustration as he slightly pouted at you.

That’s right. The Report Cards had everyone’s birthday on them. Your mouth fell to an ‘o’ shape. You did feel a bit of guilt. “Kokichi I’m sorry! I forgot to check the tablet and-”

“Well you can make it up to me by playing a game with me!”

“But-”

“That’ll be my present, okay~”

A slight smile fell to your lips as you nodded. “Alright Kokichi.”

With a triumphant smile his hand grasped your own and you were pulled out of your spot and out the entrance to the library.

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“Ignore the mess, k?”

“Wh-Why are we doing it in here?”

Kokichi had dragged you out of the school to his dorm room. Once more you could feel the heat coming from the blush on your cheeks. His room was indeed a mess. What seemed to be props of past investigations were lying around the room while a cardboard cut out of Rantaro hung from the wall next to his bed.

“Uh what is that?”

“That’s my Rantaro!”

That was all he gave as an answer. His hand clasped onto your own and he pulled you towards his bed. You stumbled after him, unsure of what was about to unfold. He practically threw himself down and you tumbled with him. You landed beside him and he propped himself up on one shoulder to look at you.

“I’ve decided that I want to play Never Have I Ever~”

You sat yourself up beside him and leaned your back onto the cool headboard. “Why that one?”

He thought for a second before moving himself to sit criss cross in front of you. “It’s fun learning people's secrets, isn’t it?”

“But how do I know whether or not you’re telling the truth?”

“Niheehee, you catch on fast (Y/N).” He placed a hand on his heart and smiled warmly at you. “I promise to tell nothing but the truth.”

You still weren’t sure if you believed him but you pushed the thought away, it was too late to back down anyways. “Alright Kokichi, let’s play.”

He shot his hands up into the air, a mischievous smile spreading across his lips and you cautiously followed after him. “So who’s going first?”

He thought for a couple seconds before letting out a small laugh. “I’ll go. Never have I ever… Crushed on one of my classmates.”

Oh god. Of course he was gonna start with the personal questions. You tried to steady your breathing. You tried not to give away how nervous you truly felt. And slowly dropped one of your fingers.

You swore you saw a glint in his eyes as he leaned himself closer to you. “Oooooo who is it (Y/N)? Is it me? Huh?”

“W-Why would I tell you!?”

Though you fought against his words, it was in fact him that you were crushing on. You had been for a long time. You weren’t sure why. You had seen all of his lies. You had seen how he manipulated the people around him. Why did you like him? What made you so drawn to him?

“(Y/N) come on hurry up! It’s your turn!”

This was it. Your ticket to finding out the reason you were so drawn to him. If he even told the truth as he said he would. But your mind was blank. You couldn’t think of a question to ask.

“Never have I ever… Taken care of a sick pet?”

You panicked. What the hell kind of question was that!?

He laughed at you even more. “Geesh (Y/N) you suck at this game.”

His finger didn’t fall and you frowned a tad bit. “Well… This was your idea anyways!”

You crossed your arms over your chest and turned your gaze away from him. It was silent for a few seconds. It almost felt suffocating. He was doing nothing but staring at you, straight faced, eyes dull. Your eyes locked, he tilted his head and you instantly moved your eyes away. And then his hands fell beside you. He leaned himself closer to you, his chest nearly pressing against your own as he kept his face mere inches from your own.

“W-What are you doing!?”

You reached your hand up in an attempt to shove him backwards but he was fast. His hand gripped your own, intertwining your fingers before placing it back on the soft sheets of his bed. The mischievous smile on his face had fallen. He was still smiling, there was no doubt about that. But the smile he gave you was different. It was warm, and safe. You didn’t fear him, on the contrary, there was a sense of comfort.

“Niheehee. If you don’t want to play anymore, there’s always other games we can try.”

“D-Do you mean…”

You felt as if you were going to explode out of sheer embarrassment but he didn’t care. “Maybe I do… Maybe I don’t.”

His face moved a little closer to yours. His warm breath tickled your lips and you shivered at the intensity his eyes bore into you. God you wanted these games to stop. Why did he have to act like such a mystery?

“Kokichi…”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, just enough so that he could hear you. His head tilted to the side, his face resembling that of a small puppy.

“If you’re gonna do something than do it.”

“Are you offering me a different birthday gift (Y/N)~”

Ugh you hated it when he said your name so softly like that. You couldn’t respond. Your mind was racing a mile a minute and so you only nodded your head in response.

Within seconds his lips slammed onto your own. Though you hadn’t expected it you kissed back with the same feeling of hunger and lust. Your hands instinctively reached for his hair. It was soft to the touch and you melted deeper into his touch as his hands moved themselves from the bed to instead wrap around your waist, pushing you even harder against the headboard as his body clashed with your own.

You felt as if you were on fire, your cheeks were dusted such a bright red but you didn’t care. You were lost in the moment. Nothing mattered but him.

And just like that you were snapped back to reality when he pulled away from you. His forehead fell against your own and he softly panted. Your eyes locked with his own and his mischievous smile found its way back to his lips.

“Niheehee~ Geesh (Y/N) if you wanted to kiss me that bad you could’ve just asked.”

And just like that, the mood was gone. “W-What!? You kissed me!”

His arms gave out from underneath him and his body landed on top of your own. His hands snaked their way around your waist and he squeezed you into a tight hug. “I know… Thanks… You know… For spending the rest of the day with me.”

You still couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or not. You honestly didn’t know if you’d ever be able to tell. Your hands once again fell to his soft locks. Your fingers ran through the tips, curling them around your fingers as you let out a soft sigh. You could see the corner of his lips curl into a smile as his eyes slowly shut.

“Happy birthday Kokichi.”

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That’s the spiciest I’ve ever written and IT WASN’T EVEN THAT SPICY

#kokichi ouma #kokichi #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi x reader #kokichi scenario #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #happy birthday kokichi

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allegra-writes · 5 years

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(Not so good at) Sneaking around

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Teen & up

Warnings: None

The Request:

Hey! So we always see the Reader and Peter sneaking around Tony and he suddenly finds out when he catches them making out or doing it and freaks out and it's like "Run Peter, run!" But c'mon!! There's no way his daughter could hide something like that from him I mean he's Tony freaking Stark! So just once I would like to see a fic where the Reader and Peter think they are being so smart and sneaky but Tony knows all along and just let's them go on because it's so much fun for him to see them running around and freaking out and just nearly giving them heart attacks every time he 'almost catches them'. Also let's be honest, he would totally ship it!

“It’s happening! This time it’s definitely happening!” Tony got in the bed whispering excitedly.

“What is, Tony?”

“SpiderStark! Y/n and Peter!”

Pepper turned around to face her husband, exasperated and refusing to have to be awake at such an ungodly hour.

“You say that at least once a week…”

“Yes, I know, but this time it really is happening!” He insisted, excitedly, “I was walking down the hallway outside y/n's bedroom and I hear them yelling at each other and…”

“How is yelling at each other conducive to them getting together?”

“Because of what they were yelling! Hear me out…”

Tony was having a pretty shitty night, the coding for his newest AI refused to cooperate but he couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it. He was missing something. He needed another pair of eyes.

Peter was out with MJ, great kid, really, he would totally be on board with that relationship if it weren’t with the fact that it was getting in the way of his OTP.

Because that’s what they were, ever since princess Shuri had explained the terminology to him, he couldn’t help to think about his own princess and his protégée like that. Because, let’s be honest, no boy was ever going to be enough for his precious girl, but the one he loved like his own? The one whose genius rivaled his own, the one who was braver than Cap himself, the one with a heart more pure than Thor's? That one came pretty fucking close.

And he wasn’t blind, he had seen the little glances they stole when they thought no one was looking, the way that “personal space” lost any meaning when it came to them, those kids were crazy about each other.

Now if only those two morons would get along with the program …

Anyway, Peter was out with MJ and Harley had gone home for the weekend. His own precocious teenager was geeking out somewhere on the tower with Loki of all people (and don’t even ask him how the bastard was still alive, Thor himself had just shrugged and welcomed him back), but he was going to have to interrupt them -such a pity - to ask her for help.

“If you’re looking for your firstborn, she just left for her bedchambers” Loki said without even raising his eyes from the book he was reading, sprawled on the sofa of the main living room.

“So early on a weekend night? You managed to bore her that much?”

Loki rose an eyebrow in obvious contempt.

“If you must know, she was visibly distressed after the spider-brat showed up. So much that so that she was of no use to any of our respective investigations so she decided to call it a night.”

“Distressed? Peter Distressed her?”

Loki scoffed,

“That little insect is not as harmless as you seem to believe…”

Tony rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Snivellus. I’m gonna find her, she’s probably still awake.”

You were awake alright. Yours and Peter’s voices could be heard from the hallway. Frowning, Tony got closer to the room.

“… and where do you get off of telling me what to do or who to talk to?!” distressed, his ass, you sounded furious. “You are not my father, you are not my brother, you are no one!” Jeez, kid, harsh much? “You are just my friend and-!”

“That’s bullshit, y/n! That’s so much bullshit and you know it!” Tony didn’t think he had even heard Peter swear before, but he would have been the first to admit the tension between you two was bound to explode sooner or later. “The way we touch? The way you look at me? The whole way we just… are with each other, that’s not how friends are supposed to be! You wear my freaking t-shirts to bed, for God’s sake! Just admit it, baby, we haven’t been just friends in a long time.” He finished, voice full of venom.

Your dad froze outside your door. He felt the need to intervene, to put a stop to the argument before it could escalate even more and both his kids said things they would regret. But on the other hand, he had no idea what to do or how to break up that fight. Teenagers were a scary breed, especially female ones…

Especially Stark ones.

There was a loud crash against the door.

“What the Hell, y/n? You can’t just throw a vase at me! You could have hurt me!!”

His daughter’s response must have been in a lower voice because he couldn’t hear it. Tony got closer to the door trying to listen but the voices sounded muffled now, softer.

There was another dull thud on the door, as if something heavier had hit it, and then a stifled moan, and Tony left hurriedly, before hearing something he really, truly didn’t want to hear…

“… Wow”

“I know, right?” Tony sounded still amazed. Pepper, good pragmatic Pepper, wasn’t as enthusiastic.

“ And you are not bothered at all by the fact that your oldest daughter is currently making out, maybe even more, with a boy in her bedroom?” She inquired, skeptical.

“Honey they are eighteen, and they are smart. They can be a lot of things, but irresponsible is not one of them. Besides,” Tony left out a yawn “Peter is a complete gentleman.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about” Pepper muttered, but Tony’s eyes were already closed.

…

Tony Stark started to suspect Peter Parker wasn’t as much of a gentleman as previously thought a couple days later, when he caught you trying to sneak out of the med bay.

“I can’t believe you licked the alien thing” Bruce was so done as he and your father turned the corner.

“It worked! It was DNA activated!” Tony countered.

“But you didn’t know that at the time! Oh, hi y/n…”

You stood there like a deer in the headlights, cursing silently: it was just your luck to crash into them when you were almost on the clear. You had been so close, but the tell tale glow of the Starkderm -Your father’s high tech take on the transparent medical dressing, designed to aid in healing and completely camouflage wounds, making them indistinguishable from the patients skin once activated- on your neck, let you know your little mission had failed.

“Sweetie, are you ok? Did you get hurt?” Bruce’s tone was anxious and the guilt Tugged at your heart for making him worry. After all they had been through, they didn’t deserve it.

“You should let Bruce take a look at that, neck injuries are a serious matter, kid”

Had you been in a better mental state you would have noticed the amused glint in your father’s eye that belied his concern; but as it was, high on adrenaline and embarrassment, you didn’t see it.

“NO! I mean… n- no, it’s nothing, I mean -just a stiff neck.” You stammered, “That’s it, just a stiff neck. I thought maybe the analgesics in the Starkderms might help. I- I gotta go now. Bye!”

You practically ran out of the room, leaving behind a bewildered Bruce… and a clacking Tony.

“Oh my God!” your father was literally doubled up with laughter, “Did you see her face? She was so red she could’ve given the old mark II a ran for it’s money!”

“I don’t understand, the Starkderms don’t work on soft tissue sprains…”

“Oh Banner, you pure, innocent jolly green giant…” Tony wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and put a hand on his friend's shoulder -well, he tried for the shoulder, but the forearm was as high as he could reach- “It was a hickey. She was trying to cover a hickey”

Banner was even more confused,

“A hickey? But how? who..?”

Tony just raised an eyebrow.

“… No, no way!”

“Yes way.”

“Get out! Finally?”

“Yes, my friend,” Your dad patted Bruce’s (lower) back “Fucking finally!”

…

“I think your father knows”

Tony froze on his tracks right outside the kitchen as soon as he heard Peter and you talking about him.

“What? Why would you say that?” You sounded slightly alarmed, but not enough, in his opinion. Surely he was more intimidating than that, he was Tony fucking Stark after all.

“Well, you know since my aunt and I moved to the tower we have been doing our grocery shopping ourselves…”

“Yeah, I know” Tony could practically hear your eye roll, he knew you shared his opinion on the ridiculous Parker pride that meant that, despite May and Peter finally accepting to move in with the rest of the team into the new Avengers Tower, they still refused any and all financial help from Tony; never mind the fact that your father paid for everything for the other avengers.

“Well, last night after patrol I was tired and I forgot May had asked me to go to the store,” Peter sounded like he was blushing. Tony hadn't even know that was possible. “so I asked Friday, right? And then, when the groceries arrived…” Peter ended his explanation with an unintelligible mumble.

“What? I’m sorry Pete, I didn’t quite catch that last part” Your mirthful tone let your father know that Peter was blushing even harder. Tony had to stifle a laugh, he knew exactly what had been in those groceries…

“Condoms, ok?” Peter finally blurted out, “There was a box of condoms in one of the bags that I definitely didn’t asked for!”

“And you think that, what? That my father did it?” You said incredulously “They probably just mixed your order with someone else’s. Peter do you seriously think my father bought us condoms?”

“… Well, when you put it like that, it does sound a little ridiculous…”

You scoffed,

“You think? Besides,” You added, “we would know if my dad knew, he’s not exactly subtle, you know. Do I need to remind you the Carter Baizen incident?”

“The what?”

“You seriously don’t know?” You sounded beyond incredulous and we’ll into stunned territory now. “It was everywhere. My dad saw him trying to put his hand underneath my skirt once, while we were dating, and he blasted his car…”

“That was true? I thought the tabloids had made that up!”

“They didn’t. So, you see there’s no way we wouldn’t know if Tony –“

“Hey, did someone say Carter Baizen?” Your father interrupted, choosing that moment to finally walk into the kitchen and making you and Peter jump three feet apart “Because I swear, if that bastard is lurking around again…”

“Hey dad! No, ew that would be super creepy. He’s like, super old now…”

“Hello my heart.” He came next to you and kissed your head. “You better be telling the truth, because if I ever see him near you again, I will disintegrate him.” He then looked Peter dead in the eyes over your shoulder as he said, “Nobody puts their hands on my baby girl and gets to keep them”

Peter swallowed hard. Tony smirked. Oh yeah, he was still intimidating af.

…

“Friday, where’s my oldest daughter?” Tony asked certain Saturday evening, not having seen you in the whole week, thanks to the mission your team had been on.

“She’s in her bedroom on the penthouse, boss”

“Really? She’s not, you know, on the third floor, west side of the tower?”

“Negative, boss, she’s not at the Parkers’.” Friday sounded amused, “However, Peter is in her room with her.”

“Figures.” Your dad grumbled. But then an impish little smile appeared on his face: It was time to have a little fun messing with his favorite pair of jumpy teenagers.

As he neared your room, he was able to hear music, whooping, laughter and… Rihanna?

… So gonna let the rain pour,

I’ll be all you need and more…

“Sweetheart, can I come in?” Tony knocked on your door, and the laughs immediately stopped.

“Just a second!”

A lot of shuffling, the thud of something heavy hitting the floor and a few muffled curses reached his ears. A minute latter, a very flushed You opened the door.

“Hi, dad!”

“Hi, baby” He stepped past you into the room and took a look around: The bed was made (thank God) but there were a few pillows knocked off it, one of Peter’s sneakers was visible underneath the vanity and a pair of pink my little pony boxer shorts were laying on the carpet. Your dad poked them with his shoe.

“Nice shorts,” He commented casually, “I thought you had gotten over rainbow colored horses when you were six…”

“Stranger Things made them cool again” you hurried to explain, “Well, not cool cool, they’ll obviously never be cool, but like, cool amongst nerds. It’s more like a nostalgia thing… and who wants to be cool anyway, am I right? Cuz-…”

“Sweetheart, you’re rambling” Tony pointed out and you instantly shut up. “I just wanted to ask you and Peter if you wanted Italian for dinner. Where is he, by the way? Friday told me he was with you…”

“That traitor!” You murmured under your breath.

“What was that, my heart?”

“Nothing, dad” You replied, proud of how even your voice was despite of your heart trying to leap out of your body. “You just missed him, he left like two minutes ago to take a call from May. But I’m sure Italian’s great, he loves it.”

Tony wouldn’t admit it, but he was kinda proud too, you were definitely getting better at lying. As a father it was a scary thought but he knew it was a valuable skill in your shared line of work.

The only thing was, I wasn’t nearly as fun to mess with you if you didn’t fumble and stuttered your way out of the situation.

“Right, then, I’ll go tell Pepper to order while Mor and I set the table. You’re on dish washing duty tonight.”

“Sure, no problem dad.” If Tony hadn’t already known you were trying to hide something, that right there would have tip him off: You never, ever in your life had done the dishes without complaining.

Yeah, you were getting better at lying but there was still a long way to go.

As soon as your dad left, Peter got out of the ensuite, stark naked and arms full of clothes.

“Is he gone?”

“Really, Peter? Really?” You deadpanned, “first you come out here naked and then you decide to ask if my father is gone?”

God, he was so lucky he was pretty.

He chose to ignore your sarcasm.

“And he didn’t suspect anything?”

“He didn’t. Apparently My Little Pony is girly enough for these to belong to me” You snickered, holding his underwear up. He took them, blushing and mumbling something about a gag gift from Ned. Once he had them and his jeans on, he flopped down on the bed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“I knew the striptease was a bad idea!”

You laughed harder at that,

“You said you had moves! I had to see them!”

He peered at you through his fingers.

“Was I any good at it, at least?” he asked shyly but you could see the beginnings of a smile on his bitten red lips.

“Babe, you are the best Rihanna ever,” You said truthfully, “ I’m even tempted to put you on a full on French maid costume. Fishnets and everything.”

You leaned down on the bed to kiss him, but he used his super speed to flip you over so you were one your back and he the one above you.

“God, you are so weird!” He declared, but there was nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“Hey! Don’t kink shame me!” You batted half-heartedly at his chest.

The rest of your complaint was swallowed by his lips.

…

“Daddy! Daddy!” As soon as Tony put a foot inside the penthouse he got tackled by a little dark haired meteor.

“Maguna! Hello baby!” he grunted as he picked the littlest of his troublemakers up. He was getting old, and his little squirt was getting big. He started to walk the both of them towards the kitchen. “How was your day out with your big sis? You girls did something fun?”

“We did!”

Tony scowled in mock outrage,

“How dare you? I specifically forbade you two to have fun without me!” he growled to a giggling Morgan “There can be no fun if I’m not there, I told you!”

“We did! We had fun!” She confirmed delighted. She was obviously not intimidated in the slightest, and Tony was starting to resign himself to the fate of not being feared at all by his daughters.

“What did my girls do? If it wasn’t too fun, I shall allow it…”

“She and Peter took me to the Queen’s zoo!” She replied excitedly, “There were Coyotes! And there were mountain lions and sea lions! And we saw the sea lions have lunch! And then we had lunch. Oh and I got to feed a baby goat!”

“Really? You did all that? In just one day?!”

“Yes!” She confirmed, “And then y/n said she whished she could keep one of the sea lions as a pet, a little one, like a sea puppy! And I said yes, but Peter said he couldn’t let us steal a sea lion!” Morgan frowned, indignant. She looked so adorable that Tony was having a hard time trying to hide his smile.

“Did he now? The nerve on him!” He played along.

“I know! And then y/n pouted, and I made the puppy dog eyes…”

“The what now?”

Morgan sighed,

“The puppy dog eyes,” She explained, tiredly, as if she believed her father to be exceedingly slow, “It’s when I make my eyes real big and sad. Y/n taught me”

Tony rolled his eyes, unsurprised and unimpressed by that little piece of information.

“Anyway, she was pouting and I was making the puppy dog eyes, so Peter said he would be our sea lion instead. And he was making like this” Morgan started flapping her hands and barking in a rather hilarious impression of a sea lion. This time Tony couldn’t stop himself from cracking up, but far from offended, Morgan smiled, pleased with herself.

Once they reached the kitchen, he placed her down on the counter and started gathering the ingredients for a couple PB&Js while Morgan continued the retelling of her latest adventures.

“… And then, at the Aviary, I saw y/n and Peter kiss! But they told me not to tell you, cause it’s a secret…”

“They didn’t try and bribe you into keeping it?” Tony asked amused, without stopping to spread peanut butter on a slice of breath.

“Yeah, they did. They bought me ice cream and a sea lion plushie…”

Tony turned to face his daughter.

“Then why are you telling me?”

Morgan gave him a look far sinister than any seven year old should be capable of,

“Because they would only let me have two scoops…”

Tony had created a monster.

“Wow. We are so lucky you don’t know who Spider-Man is!” Tony commented, thinking just how much it might cost them for Morgan to keep a secret like that.

“But I do know Spider-Man! He’s my friend!” Morgan replied, having totally misunderstood her dad, “And whenever you are away on a mission, he’s the one that comes to check for monsters in my closet when I can’t sleep at night…”

“Of course he does” How was Tony ever supposed to hate her daughter’s boyfriend, when he was Peter Parker?

…

“Harley, what happened?” Tony demanded catching up with the boy on the hallway of the Medical Research and Treatment wing of the tower. Otherwise known as the medbay.

“Tony! It was that fucking Goblin again. He had some kind of gas he tried to douse on y/n. Peter took the hit for her.” The blond boy answered, falling into step beside Tony toward the infirmary, were Peter was being tended to by both Banner and Strange.

“I told you a thousand times, kid: That’s Mr. Stark, or boss for you. I’m your superior, show some respect, this is supposed to be a mission report.”

“Sorry, sir” Harley continued, sounding anything but, “We subdued the Red Goblin successfully and now he’s under custody of S.W.O.R.D. I believe they are presently trying to separate the symbiote from it’s host. Stature and Ironheart stayed behind to handle the clean up and I brought Spidey here.”

“Really? Y/n didn’t want to bring him in herself?”

Harley smirked,

“She knows I’m faster.”

“That I can’t argue with” Tony admitted, well aware of Harley’s disregard for safety rules in favor of speed. And the thrill of it, of course. “Do we know something about the substance that lunatic hit Peter with?”

“It was a poison, fast acting and apparently lethal on normal humans. On Pete's unusual metabolism, however, the effects are… pretty interesting.”

Tony narrowed his eyes in suspicion,

“How interesting exactly?”

Harley’s smirk intensified,

“Why don’t you see for yourself, boss?” He motioned at the door with his head and Tony’s weariness grew: if Harley found it amusing, chances were it wasn’t anything good.

“Mister Staaaaaaark!” Peter’s cheery voice slurred loudly when Tony wasn’t even halfway through the door. He turned to Harley.

“He is high?!”

Harley didn’t even tried to hide his laughter.

“As a kite!”

Tony was convinced that one this days, one of his kids was going to make him roll his eyes so hard, that they were going to get permanently stuck facing the back of his head.

“Nooo, don’t go mister Staark”

“Tony, get in here!” admonished Bruce, who was trying to push back into the stretcher, as gently as possible, the loopy teen with the super strength currently trying to make his way to his mentor.

“Woah, careful there, champ!” Tony guided a squirming Peter to lay back down, “What would y/n say if she saw you trying to escape like this?”

Tony never thought a person could make the exact same face of the heart eyes emoji. He was wrong.

“Y/n! She’s soo gorg- so gurgeu- so… she’s so pretty, and strong and braaave…” Peter gushed, “And I’m so so lucky, cuzz she’s my girl- my girlfriend… how did I get so lucky, mister Staark?” He looked at Tony as if he was just realizing who he was talking to- Which was probably exactly what was happening- and seemed suddenly petrified.

“Oh no! No mister Staark, you can’t know she’s my girlfriend or you’ll kill me! Kill meeee!!”

“Relax, kid. I’m not telling mister Stark anything.” Tony tried to calm the easily distracted boy the best way he could think of. And it worked. Kind of.

“Thank you mister Staark. You did sooo much for me! You made my suits and you took us in and- and… and y/n! You made y/n!! Did you make her in your lab too? Because she’s SOOOOOO perfect!

“Actually I did make her in my old lab,” Tony chuckled “Just not in the way you’re thinking”

“Dude! TMI!!” Harley quipped from the doorway.

“Seriously, Stark, don’t give the boy any ideas, I already walked into him and your heiress making out in the Sanctum enough times” Strange chipped in, holding up a syringe with a bright green liquid Tony assumed to be the antidote.

“What were they even doing in the Sanctum?”

“Besides making out? I’ve no idea.” Was Strange's dispassionate reply.

Peter was still spouting praise over y/n,

“She’s so niiice and sooo good and so brill- so smart!”

Strange came closer with the needle but Peter would have none of it.

“No! No needless! No pricking!” He started to struggle against Banner's hold and he truly did not want to hurt the confused kid.

“Tony, distract him!” He demanded.

“Underoos, what was that about my daughter?”

Peter’s face immediately lit up,

“She’s amazing, she smells so nice and her hair is soooo soft, like a princess!! But like, a- a badass princess… like Leia!” Peter turned suddenly solemn, “Miiister Staark, do you think she likes me? Like, like like me?”

Tony smiled,

“Well, considering she is your girlfriend, I would expect so…”

“SHE’S MY WHAT?”

Strange used the moment of distraction to pretty much stab the syringe into Peter’s thigh. He looked so betrayed that Tony had the unreasonable impulse of hitting the wizard right on his smug face, even though he knew the doctor was only doing his job. Or one of them, at least.

“This should help you expel the toxin faster. You might feel drowsy and lethargic so I strongly recommend you to lay here, take a nap, and when you wake up you should be back to normal,” Strange hesitated, “Or at least, whatever is considered normal for a hormonal adolescent boy with spider DNA… Seriously Stark, how do you even find them?”

Tony shrugged,

“You should see the one with the Prym particles irradiated heart”

Stephen Strange seriously hoped the billionaire was kidding.

“Right. If that’s all, I will be going now. Give me a call when the spider kid wakes up” He added to Bruce, “Even if you don’t consider it necessary, I would like to check on his evolution.”

“Will do, doctor” Banner gave him a reassuring smile. Doctor Strange could be cold, even a downright bastard sometimes, but he had a soft spot for the youngest Avengers, and that placed him firmly in the 'friends' category according to the oldest ones. He disappeared through one of his portals, that closed after him in a shower of sparks.

“Wow, that’s so cool!”

Tony sighed and was about to turn to go to Peter again, but to his everyone’s surprise, Harley beat him to it.

“Ok, Pete, that’s enough excitement for one afternoon”

“No, no, I want…” Peter ended his sentence in an unintelligible mumble but it was clear he was trying to sit up. Harley helped him to hold himself upright.

“That ok, Pete?”

“Kid, he’s not listening, he fell asleep” pointed out Tony.

“Ok, then” Harley guided Peter’s back to lay against the stretcher again, while Tony placed his legs in a more comfortable position. Once they were done, he raised a questioning eyebrow at Harley. The blond shrugged,

“What? I might not take a lot of things seriously, but he’s my friend…”

Bruce hummed unconvinced.

“You caught all that on video, didn’t you?” Tony correctly assumed. Harley gave him a dazzling smile in return.

“Every single glorious second of it, I even got some recordings of the flight back here. If you let me have some of the security footage of this room, we could turn it into a short”

Tony winked,

“You got yourself a deal!”

“God I’m so sorry Vine does not longer exists” Harley lamented, “This material is gold! Gold I tell you!”

“Well, I can always buy the company and bring it back…” Tony suggested, following the kid out. Bruce was left alone with the unconscious Peter, wondering what exactly was going to be awaiting the unsuspecting kid on the internet once he woke up.

“Wakey wakey, spider beauty…”

Peter really didn’t want to wake up, he had the feeling he was going to have the hangover of a lifetime once he did, but that little voiced lured him into consciousness like, well, like a spider lures flies into it’s web.

“Come on, Pete, open those pretty eyes for me…”

“Whu? Oh, oh hey babe…” Peter drowsily greeted you, managing to open one eye. You chuckled, relieved, and Peter thought that that right there was the most beautiful sound in the world. Facing the hangover to kill all hangovers was worth it, just to hear that sound again. He opened both eyes and took you in: You looked a little gritty, and exhausted from the last fight, but even so, you were still as breathtaking as the first time he had seen you, all those years ago.

“Hello, princess” He sounded much more alert now, to your infinite relief.

“Hey, there, handsome” you smiled at him and Peter felt his heart skip a beat. He vaguely wondered if it would always feel like this, or if he was going to get used someday to the idea of you being his. He seriously doubted that last one. “Is that my new nickname?” You asked.

“Yeah, yes it is. Because you are a princess. A badass princess, like Leia.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he was hit by the memory of everything that had happened earlier in that very same room. Peter groaned and covered his face with his hands, something he seemed to do every time he felt embarrassed, which lately was a very often.

“Babe, don’t hate me” He grumbled from behind the shelter of his hands, “But I might have told your father about us…”

Your laugh took him by surprise.

“Yeah, I know, he just gave me the “what are your intentions towards my protégée” speech”

Of all the reactions Peter had prepared himself for, that wasn’t one of them.

“Wait, so he isn’t mad?”

You snorted,

“I know! I was surprised too, but according to him, we won him a lot of money!”

“What do you mean?” Peter was sure the drug hadn’t left his system completely, cause you weren’t making any sense.

“Apparently there was a bet going on. He had a lot of money on “Secretly been together all along, just didn’t know it/refused to acknowledge it”” You explained, “and it seems Bucky made a lot with “Angrily confessed their feelings for each other in the middle of a fight” too”

Peter felt his jaw hit the floor,

“I think I need to lay down…”

“Babe, you are laying down” you pointed out.

“Well, then maybe I need to lay down next to you” He replied cheekily. You feigned an annoyed sigh.

“Fine, scoot over” You climbed on the narrow stretcher with him. The both of you barely fitted, laying side by side, but Peter wrapped his arm around your waist to stop you from slipping out. And if he held you a little closer to his body than was strictly necessary, well, you were openly, officially, his girlfriend now. He was allowed to touch you, to kiss you, to stake a little claim on you in front of everyone, here and there.

He laced the fingers of his other hand with yours, and held your joined hands up in the air in front of the both of you, testing the feeling of freedom, of not having to hide anymore, even if it was just of the infirmary security cameras. He couldn’t help the goofy smile he knew he must have been sporting on his face.

You stayed like that, admiring the way your hands looked together, before you had to ask,

“What are you thinking about?”

Peter seemed to gather his thoughts for a moment.

“You held my hand like this” He observed, pensive, “Back on Titan, I mean. After the snap, as we…” He trailed off, but you knew exactly what was left unsaid: As we turned to dust. As we died.

“And I know you must have felt it happening too, cause I remember I felt your fingers starting to crumble underneath my own and-“ His voiced cracked and he had to stop and take a few stabilizing breaths before he could go on. When he did, it was with tears on his eyes as he said, “And I know you were probably terrified, too, but you still held my hand and tried to comfort me. Because I was scared. Because I needed you. And then, when we came back…”

“We were still holding hands” You finished for him.

“Yeah” He murmured, quietly, amazed. He turned on his side, removing his arm from your waist, and placing that elbow on the thin mattress, supporting his head on his hand, to face you.

“I never told you this,” He confessed, “But I remember not wanting to let go” He squeezed your still joined hands, “I still never want to let go”

“Then don’t” You whispered, closing the distance between you, kissing his soft lips gently, trying to convey in that kiss all the adoration, devotion and longing you felt for him. He let go of your hand, only to softly touch your face, with heartbreaking tenderness, as he delicately bit your bottom lip in a silent request for permission. The helpless little moan that escaped your throat was all he needed to deepen the kiss, lips devouring yours, tongue worshipping every corner of the inside of your mouth, hands pulling you closer and closer, making your body come alive beneath his fingertips.

He rolled into his back, pulling you on top of him, one hand tangled in your hair, the other one trailing dangerously lower and lower on your back, seeking the skin under the waist line of your jeans, kiss getting quickly out of control.

When the need for air finally won, and you had to break the kiss, smiling at Peter’s attempt of following your lips with his, you knew. You knew, as certainly as you knew your own name, inexorably and inescapable like gravity. The words left your mouth in a breathless whisper, but as clear as the feeling behind them:

“I love you, Peter Parker.”

Peter could only gaze at you in awe, slack jawed and heart hammering so hard inside his chest you could feel it on your own. You saw the raw emotion in his eyes and knew he was about to say it back.

“That’s all very good but I think it’s about time Pete an I have a certain conversation”

The sound of your father’s voice had you both falling down of the stretcher in your haste to get away from each other.

“Dad! We were just-…”

“Mr. Stark! This isn’t what you think it is!”

Tony looked down on you at your sprawled positions on the med bay floor and scoffed.

“I think I know exactly what this is” He declared, pulling Peter up by back of the collar of his suit, “which is why I think it’s way overdue that Peter here, and I, talk about the birds and the bees…”

“Dad, no!”

“Dad, yes. Tell me, Peter, do you still have the box of condoms I sent you?” Tony left the infirmary dragging a tomato red Peter with him, and you just knew you were never going to get laid again.

Because if there ever was something worse than your father threatening your boyfriend to defend your virtue, it was your father giving your boyfriend sex advice.

The end.

So, this was too long to post in one go, I guess this prompt got outta hand. Or my characters got a little... Handsy.

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Hiraeth (m) II kth : Chapter 1.

HIRAETH (M) II kth

~Pairing: Taehyung x SerialKiller!Reader

~Genre: Angst, a lot of it. Smut. Gore. Violence. Fluff in between the lines. Slow build-up.

~Warnings: Blood, lots of it. Depictions of murder. Yoongi x Reader smut-ish. This chapter is pretty basic.

~words: 2.1k

~chapters: 1

~A/N: Yeah so, pretty basic for now. It is my first fan-fiction so I am kinda nervous hehe. I was supposed to post this in December but I totally forgot about my exams so here I am posting it a whole month later. Enjoy xoxo

~Beta readers: @moonpeachhy @smileyoongle @starry-sky-1 and my one other precious friend. MY HUGE PILLARS OF SUPPORT OMG.

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You killed Jimin. You took a razor and slowly drove it into his carotid artery and watched him bleed. He couldn’t speak nor he could scream, he just bled until he died. You loved him even though he hurt you. You loved him way too much. He didn’t deserve you and anybody didn’t deserve him. This was 6 months ago.

Jimin was the boyfriend you regretted but couldn't let go. He was sweet, charismatic, empathetic and a complete ladies' man, the latter being his weakness. He cheated, more than once and merged with his fate.

The next one to go was your friend Namjoon. You knew he could not swim; you knew he was an extremely clumsy person, so under the guise of a friendly outing and successfully getting him drunk you pushed him off the cliff standing high above the sea; your hangout spot filled with that memories you cherished in the past. You could say that you and Namjoon were close friends. You did know each other since you were 16. He was a huge supporter and a kind friend. You were inseparable until he started ditching your company in favour of his girlfriend. She was all he talked about. You could not bear it so you shut him up. Yes, you missed him but getting rid of toxicity felt good. This was 4 months ago.

Namjoon was smarter than you, wiser than you in all aspects. You were almost jealous.

Almost.

His presence made you feel weaker. A lesser person, more like a sidekick or a tail. It suffocated your instincts and thoughts to a point where the friendship turned into hatred and hence, Namjoon had to go.

For your sake, he just had to.

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Killing became a hobby. A thrilling hunt that boosted adrenaline in your veins. You killed mercilessly, luring a man through your charms, seducing a boy with your body. The glassy look in their eyes when you took their lives made you ecstatic.

Just yesterday at the nightclub near the city you met a delicious prey. His sharp jaw highlighted his face, his eyes small but gazing and his luscious lips were to be craved for. You were tempted, so tempted. You wanted to take him then and there. You made your way towards the bar with a strut that made you intentions very clear. You caressed his shoulders, his strong arms the smooth skin on his palm. The slutty exchanges began. Your introductions along with limitless flirting downed with multiple shots of alcohol.

“Yoongi, I like it, it rolls of your tongue” You cooed in his ear. You felt him tense under your touch. He could feel the thick atmosphere of sexual tension you were creating.

Within the next hour. You had him sprawled in front of you, with you straddling his hips and his hands tied together with his tie to the cracked wooden bedpost of some dingy motel right around the same block.

“Y/N....please, touch me I can’t take it” He begged. His cock straining hard over his trousers waiting for any kind of touch.

“Shhhhhhh......quite now and behave or else...” You cockily say while grabbing the hem of your shirt and take it off in one swift motion. Your breasts perk up and nipples hard. You can see him drooling at the sight. You grabbed his collar and with a hard ripping tug you tore the buttons right of his shirt exposing his milky smooth skin and nipples perked from the cold outside and his arousal. You traced you palms over his abs and slowly traced it higher to pinch his nipples earning another moan from him.

You bent over him grinding your ass over his raging boner.

“Open your mouth” you ordered and he obediently agreed. Instantly grabbed his chin and met his tongue with yours in a heated kiss. Your tongue rolled into his warm cheeks tasting him and your lips leaving with a string of saliva connecting you two. You traced his earlobes with your tongue. “You’ve ruined my shirt” He breathes.

“Oh! you won’t need it anymore” You chuckle into his ear as you slowly reach into your pocket to take out your newly sharpened swiss knife.

You see the lust leave his eyes the moment he sees the shiny glint of the knife resting in your hand.

“Woah! Is this some kind of kink that you’re not telling me about? I am sorry I am not comfortable with this” He snickers.

“Blood kinda makes me squeamish”

“Oh, sweet baby, this is not a kink” You clamp his mouth shut with your other hand and watch him trying to scream inside as you trace the knife over his chest leaving tiny cuts here and there. You treat his torso like a canvas while you see tears run down his face. He tries to free his hands but the pain makes it impossible. You torture him with your knife carving his skin with deep red sketches. You gently bite into his neck, licking over the bite with your tongue and soon you replace your tongue with the sharp point of you knife. You slowly push it inside and feel him shake under you, convulsing and the knife gently drives into his carotid spraying blood on your hands and the bed sheets below and soon comes to a still, lifeless state.

You pull the knife out from his neck. The silver blade now shines with a deep shade of red. You get up from his corpse and walk over the bathroom cleaning all the stains of blood from your hands and torso and after grabbing your stuff you slowly head over to the body and tear a piece of his shirt as a souvenir, adding another to your growing collection. Still drowning in your desire for danger, you manage to clean your fingerprints from all the places you touched and head out, for a mess to be discovered soon, hopefully.

“Miss! Excuse me! Miss!” a shout tears through your years almost petrifying you amidst your escape.

The receptionist.

Well not exactly a ‘receptionist’, more like a guy with a huge beer belly and a six-pack of Coors sitting on a creaky wooden desk, an exceptionally creepy man reeking of alcohol who probably owns this place.

“A pretty lady like you done using the room so soon? The guy couldn't get it up eh? What a shame. Come here sit with me, have a beer! Let me show you a good time” he bellows out scratching his crotch and flashing his obvious boner under his pants.

Ugh.

You were not in the mood to kill two guys today. You liked a hunt, a game that gave you the adrenaline high and the power over someone. Pure entertainment to be honest. You did not want to wash your knife again. He is just going to be collateral damage; he was not going to keep quiet. You had to, you just had to kill him.

You walked over to him, his grin getting wider and wider in the hope of getting some good time.

“Do you promise to show me a good time, sir?” You say oh so innocently as well as cringing at your own choice of words as you take his bottle of beer from his hands to carefully take a swig of the bitter sparkly liquid.

You set the bottle aside on his desk and move over to his chair to carefully straddle his thighs and carefully and immediately remove your shirt slowly completely teasing him. You feel his hard on pressing against your core, almost making you throw up. 5 minutes. This whole ordeal will pass in 5 minutes. Just go with the flow.

Luckily pervs like him and crazy over boobs, you calmly unclasp your bra and smirk. His jaw dropped so wide it could touch the ground.

“Wow I did not know you were this easy” He whispers grabbing a handful of your soft mounds.

Without a second to waist you run your fingers through his hair and smash.

Smash is head into the wall behind his chair with as much might you could muster.

Again.

And again.

Blood splashes over your breasts and neck. He’s obviously dead, no one can survive a blow like that multiple times. With the tissues lying next to the empty beer bottle you wipe the sprinkles of blood away.

Phew. That was.... something you’ve never done before. It felt good.

It felt really good.

You dress again, succeeding in avoiding all the blood that could’ve ruined your clothes. You clean the scene again like a routing and smash the beer bottle you had sip from into pieces to avoid all the fingerprints. That’s a wrap for today, I guess.

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It’s been a month since Yoongi, your last victim. Life was getting boring. The café you owned at the library quarters did well but it was routine work of roasting the same beans and brewing the same coffee. You don’t even know why you were so invested in a café, you hate coffee, frankly, it is just bitter water. The café did well, apparently reading and coffee were a good pair.

Libraries always seemed to be filled with smart boring people and hard-working students. You often wondered how picking up a book and reading it would feel like.

“Man is the most dangerous game of all”

Yes, but it’s not a game when they’re so easy to latch onto. You want a hunt, not a fishing picnic.

Life. The word is extremely versatile when it comes to definitions. Difficult, adventure, survival but today looks like it’ll be exciting.

You see him.

Oh my.

A tall man with golden honey skin and curly brown locks of hair. His sculpted face adorned with classy looking black-rimmed glasses and thin pouty pink lips. He is carrying a shit ton of notebooks along with a set of newspapers. You notice him all day. People come and go ordering their espressos or flat white and you catch yourself stealing glances at him.

He is dedicated to his work, not distracting himself for hours researching something on and on via his newspapers and the glory of the internet. He seemed smart. A good target? Maybe. He does not seem like the kind who would be fooled or jump into bed with you, no he is too smart for that. You start your fantasy train, entrapping him, betraying him and killing him the same way you killed Yoongi. The chase you were imagining looked promising and very very exciting.

Shit.

And there your eyes finally meet. He sees you, doing nothing at the booth.

It is time to scramble. You immediately reach for a mug to clean but your butterfingers successfully manage to drop it with a loud crash in a quiet library. You bend down to pick up the mess but you can feel all the eyes staring at you for the disturbance caused.

You clean the mess up, picking the shattered pieces one by one and throwing them in the trash. What an embarrassing way to get his attention.

“Hi, excuse me, miss”

The voice catches you by surprise. He is standing right there at the booth with his long brown jacket donned and all his stuff gathered. Startled you get up, wiping your hands hastily on the apron.

“Hi, I am so sorry about that. How can I help you?” You say putting on a smile you could make as charming as possible.

“Can I get a latte? A little stronger than usual and hold the sugar please.”

“Sure. Your name please?” You say holding out a cup and a marker.

“Taehyung”

And there you set off to make the best cup of coffee in your life.

Taehyung.

You had to impress him. Your fingers work delicately with the cup at every step and make the prettiest foam heart you could usually never make and hand it over to him.

He thanks you with a cute little boxy smile. Oh, my God. You are infatuated. You had to see him again but then you see it. A couple of newspapers left forgotten on the counter.

It was scribbled on.

“Murderer went cold. Last victim: Min Yoongi”

The articles were circled, notes were jotted down.

This is going to be a GREAT game, isn’t it?

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Two Faced (Final Chapter)

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➵ Pairing(s): Gang!Jungkook x Female!OC & Gang!Mark Lee x Female!OC x Gang!Seokjin

➵ Genre(s): College!AU, Mafia/Gang!AU, Angst, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Love Triangle & Slight-Fluff

➵ Warning(s) + Rating: major character death / violence / guns / attempted sexual violence/assault / blood / gore / swearing | Rated M

➵ Words: 8.9K

➵ Co-writer: @softjeon

➵ Summary: Two girls. Two gangs. One craved absolute control over the city of Seoul. While, the other simply craved sleep and good grades. Now, what do these two ladies have in common? Simple. They have nothing in common—or so they think. Everyone knows the saying, “never judge a book by its cover”, so maybe there is something more to these two than meets the eye…especially when one of them is suddenly thrown into the underground life. Loyalties will be tested. Romance will blossom. Yup. Sounds like an average college day…

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Final Chapter - Only One Shot

Sumin continued to struggle, desperate to fight off the person’s hard grip. She shouted a few profanities, calling the unknown person every name in the book. The others were made up on the spot.

“Wait, it’s me!” She heard the strong bodied figure yell. Though, she didn’t let up. If she did, then she would be taken to Mark, and that’s something she didn't want. She’d rather die than go back to him.

“Princess! It’s okay! It’s me!” shouted the person, releasing the squirming Sumin and unveiling his true self.

His eyes penetrated hers, hoping that she’d recognize him.

Sumin eyed the person strangely, believing that her mind played tricks on her. She had hallucinated before, missing not only Seokjin, but the other members of Bangtan as well. Shit. She’d even missed Jungkook, and he pissed her off to the point of using him as target practice—without his permission.

The person cautiously walked up to Sumin, careful of her body language and ready to protect his body in case she wanted to attack. Step after step, he closed the gap between their bodies until he was able to place a warm hand on her shoulder.

“How’s my princess doing?” He softly asked, smiling warmly at the woman.

Sumin’s eyes widened. Tears pooled in the brim of her eyes as she felt over the moon at the sight of the man she had longed for.

“Seokjin!” She shouted in glee, throwing herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his waist ⎼ practically locking him in place ⎼ as she was afraid that he’d disappear if she did. Seokjin glanced down; the fondest smile appeared on his face. This feeling of love and euphoria entered his body as he finally had the opportunity to hold the woman he had longed for—and worried for.

After what seemed like an eternity, the lovers pulled away, dawning the brightest and warmest smiles on their faces.

“That obsessed asshole didn’t do anything to you, right?” asked Seokjin, glancing over Sumin’s body. He ignored how beautiful she looked wearing that simple yet extravagant black and blue dress. He even tried his hardest to ignore her shoes and how he had grown envious of the ribbons that wrapped around her sinful legs.

“Okay...Seokjin...now’s not the time to be aroused…” He silently chanted as Sumin told him that she was fine. She added that Mark only ever kissed her.

Of course, that triggered Seokjin....

“He fucking kissed you??!!!!”

“Now. Now. You know that I don’t kiss and tell…” taunted a voice that caused Sumin to tense and created pure and utter rage within Seokjin.

Seokjin swiftly turned around, using his own body to shield Sumin.

“Ah...so you’re the infamous leader of NCT.” He clicked his tongue, “Can’t say that I’m impressed.” He announced, tilting his head just a bit.

Mark ignored his snippy remark and glanced behind the elder. His eyebrow perked up just a bit as an evil smirk appeared on his lips.

“Now... “He paused, taking a step towards them, “...why is my precious angel playing hide-and-seek?” He finished with a tone that could easily send shivers down anyone’s spine.

“I’m leaving whether you like it or not.”

“Interesting...well...we shall see about that. Right, my precious angel?”

WARNING! WARNING! INTRUDERS SIGHTED!

The three of them heard.

“Now, no one can get in, and no one can get out.” Both Seokjin and Sumin heard Mark say. “Good luck trying to escape…”

WARNING! WARNING! INTRUDERS SIGHTED!

Sowon snapped her head around when the sudden alarm went off. “Fuck,” She cursed loudly. Listening closely, she tried to hear who the intruders were. Was it Bangtan? Did Sumin fuck up their plan? Did someone else come in? Either way, Sowon started to panic. Her breath quickened as she tried to come up with something, her eyes flickered around the room. But there was nothing. No window. No way to escape.

A scream tore from her as she could hear the locking system lock once more to make sure that no one would get her. She let out a desperate cry of help, as she hammered against the door with her fists, screaming, for anyone, for someone to get her fucking out of there. And then she sunk onto the floor while the energy had been drained from her body.

Every muscle in her body hurt. Every limb felt too heavy. Every bruise and cut burned. She rubbed her hands over her face, causing it to pale more than it already was. A tear fell onto her cheek. There was no fucking light at the end of the tunnel, except for one tiny glimpse of hope.

Sumin.

She could only hope that Sumin was getting out of Marks grip so she could come and get her. Or else she would die here. Alone. Sowon could feel how the lack of nutrients had weakened her body over the past days more and more. She could barely keep herself up. “Sumin, please,” She whispered.

A few levels up, Seokjin had his hands wrapped around his weapon tightly, trying to foresee whatever Mark was planning.

“Good thing you’re beautiful...at least you have something then,” Mark teased the other with an evil smirk. “You think running around like a headless chicken will bring you back to your girl?” Mark took a step closer, making Sumin jerk back immediately. “Come here, princess,” He said in the sweetest tone, reaching out his hand for her to take,

“Do you really think we’re the bad ones in this?” Mark laughed, icy and cold, making a shiver run down Sumin’s spine, “Oh baby girl, you really didn’t do much research on the boys, hm? Do you really know everything there is to know about Sowon? About her past. About who the boys killed.” He added as his grin grew wider.

Seokjin stiffened up, his eyes growing wide as he took a step back, trying to protect Sumin. “Don’t listen to him!” He hissed quietly.

“He wants you to not question anything...you’re always so eager to question everything, why didn’t you with Bangtan?” Mark shook his head as if he was disappointed, “Did you ever ask yourself who shot your dad?” A fake gasp fell from his lips and he pushed his hand over his mouth. His eyes wide, before they had gotten a mischievous glint, “Did you ever wonder about Sowon’s first kill?”

Sumin’s eyes flickered between Seokjin and Mark, questioning everything and anything that had happened. There was no viable way that Sowon could’ve killed her dad. He died when she only four-years-old, which meant No. It’s not possible...right?

She firmly shook her head, refusing to believe that Sowon had anything to do with her father’s murder. Mark, on the other hand, saw her conflicted state as a better opportunity to sink his teeth in. The more conflicted she had become, the higher the chance of her believing every single word that were to come out of his mouth.

“Oh...but it is true, my sweet little angel. It is because of her mother that your father lies dead, practically dust, in his coffin. It because of Bangtan that you grew up fatherless,” He took a step towards Seokjin and Sumin, “All alone. Questioning why every kid in your class, had a dad, but you didn’t?” He inched closer and closer, “Why whenever your mom took you to weddings, you unknowingly eyed the bride with insane jealousy because she got to dance with dear old dad, and you know that it would never happen to you. Never.” He now stood close to Seokjin. Their chests bumped into each other. “And it is all...because...of...Bangtan…” He finished with an evil smirk painted on his lips as he swiftly grabbed Sumin’s wrist before she or Seokjin had the chance to react.

Sumin winced from his harsh grip. She mustered all her strength to pull her wrist out of his firm grasp.

“Let me go!!” She shouted, desperate to break free from him.

Mark’s smirk only grew, secretly loving the pleading tone in her voice. “But I just got you back, my precious angel. There’s no way I’m going to let those fools corrupt you any longer.” He stated, dragging her out of the room. He then glanced over his shoulder, fully aware that Seokjin had his gun aimed at him. “Don’t bother. You shoot me, and she’ll die.” He suddenly revealed his position, “I have us set up in a way that the bullet will pierce us both, causing both of our deaths.” He held Sumin nice and close; his breath practically fanned her cheek, “In short. You lose. Again.” He said softly yet evilly as he guided both himself and his prize possession out of the room and out of sight.

Seokjin growled, slowly lowering his gun fully aware that that bastard was fucking right. If he were to shoot him, Sumin would die as well. If Sumin wound up dead, then Sowon would be utterly destroyed. And that was something that he or any of the other fellas would allow to happen ever again.

He rubbed his hand over his face; a habit he had done out of frustration, while tucking his gun behind his back and inside the waistband of his pants.

Not only was he separated from his members, but he lost his princess as well. Whether it was just physical lost had yet to be determined. He needed something or someone to convince Sumin that what Mark spouted was simply bullshit.

Right now, more than likely, she became confused, questioning if he and the rest of Bangtan were tied to her father’s murder. To be specific, if Sowon had anything to do with it.

Then, that’s when it hit him. He needed Sowon, herself, to convince Sumin that they had nothing to do with her father’s murder. But, would she listen? He prayed to God that she would…

He drew out his gun once more, mentally preparing himself to spill blood. While, he had killed before, his were done faraway. He had an extreme dislike for getting dirty when he didn’t have to.

“Alright...time to go save the leader…”

It was extremely quiet in the headquarters and Seokjin was praying to himself that the rest of his group was out there, surrounding the building and getting in just like they had planned.

He only had to remind himself that it was all part of the plan—only the fucking fool talking shit about Bangtan wasn’t. He would have never gotten in alone if it wasn’t exactly what they had wanted. Mark going crazy and locking everyone in. He just hoped that Bangtan had been fast enough to be locked in as well.

It wasn’t easy to find Sowon, even though he had studied the plan of the building by heart. But when he did find the locked door, Seokjin quickly tucked his gun away when he felt safe enough to get out a little device that Namjoon had built a long time ago. Only seconds later the door opened, smoke coming from the lock device and Seokjin smiled to himself—that only faded when he saw the leader.

His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open when he saw Sowon in the corner of the room. Her eyes were closed, knees tucked in as if she was trying to hide. There were bruises all over her body and she awfully looked like she had lost weight...and her usual glow. “Fuck!” He cursed, running over to her and immediately cupping her cheeks, slapping her slightly to get her to wake up. “C’mon, a queen never gives up, now fucking rise and shine, Sowon!” Seokjin murmured angrily. Sowon blinked her eyes open, a faint smile appearing on her lips. “Wow, I thought that if I hallucinated it would be Jungkook not you Jinnie,” She said with a weak chuckle as she felt

herself getting hoisted up by Seokjin. It took her a few blinks and feeling

Seokjin’s heartbeat against her own body to realize that she wasn’t dreaming.

It woke her up in a matter of seconds.

“Where’s Sumin?”

Seokjin’s lips thinned. A short humming sound emitted from them. Shit...how was he supposed to tell his leader that Sumin had gotten taken away…again? How was he supposed to tell Sowon that he had purposely failed Sumin, so that their plan would work?

Easy.

He doesn’t.

Sowon would go ballistic if she were to know that they needed Mark to become paranoid and lock Sumin away with him.

They needed to isolate him, so it would be an easy kill. He just hoped that both Sowon and Sumin would forgive them in the end. With the most believable smile - he could muster - Seokjin told Sowon that Sumin decided to stay with Mark, so that way he could rescue her. He uttered a quick prayer in hopes that Sowon would believe his lie. Unfortunately, Sowon knew better. Out of Bangtan, Seokjin sucked absolute shit at lying.

“...you’re fucking lucky that I am pretty much almost dead or else I would’ve punched you square in the fucking face…” threatened the weak leader. Her eyes icy cold and laced with anger.

Seokjin winced, fully aware that she would actually punch him and perhaps use him as a practice dummy. He held up his hands in surrender, carefully picking his next choice of words in a way that wouldn’t enrage Sowon even more.

“Well, you can always direct your fiery rage at Mark because right now he’s manipulating Sumin into thinking that we are the reason that her dad is dead.” He stated; his face completely serious.

Sowon’s eyes widened, “This better be one of your crappy ass lies…”

Seokjin shook his head, “I wish it was, but it’s not. Mark is using Sumin’s longing for her dad against us and molding it in a way that she doubts everything and anything,” He sighed, taking a moment, “I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Sumin truly believes his bullshit because of what was reported in the fucking news.” Sowon remained silent. She refused to believe that Sumin would even consider taking the side of someone who had this creepy obsession with her over her genuine friends. No. She needed to hear the truth from her. Sowon had to make Sumin believe in her. And not some deranged man.

Anchoring her hand on Seokjin’s bicep, Sowon mustered any remaining ounce of strength she had to stand up. A few painful winces left her lips as she forced herself up. Seokjin supported the leader’s weakening body, making sure she didn’t collapse back down.

“Take me to her. Now.”

Somewhere in the mansion, dead bodies, debris, and broke glass decorated the marble tiled floors. Mark, still in his delusion, protected Sumin from hurting herself. She had a bruise on her wrist now thanks to him, but he personally blamed Seokjin and the rest of Bangtan. It was because of them invading his sanctuary that he had become this way. Crazy. Paranoid. Frightened that they would take her away from him.

Sumin, didn’t feel that way. She called him a fucking psycho and demanded that he’d release her this instant.

Sadly, it didn’t work that way....

“Why are you so bent on trying to convinced me that Sowon is this monster? If anything, it’s you. You’re a monster!”

Mark halted and then forced them to look at one another. His grip tightened around her forearm. His eyes blanked with emotion. Though - on the inside - he was absolutely furious. His precious angel had grown scared of him to the point that she saw him as this evil monster. No. No. No. That needed to die quickly.

“I told you, baby girl that she isn’t the one you thought her to be,” Mark explained further, tightening his grip around her and pushing the gun into Sumin’s side, “Now come on. We’ll get you somewhere safe!”

Mark positioned them in a way that not only would be able to protect her but use her as shield if Bangtan decided to ambush them. But he knew better. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and attack him while Sumin was with him. He had won—like always.

The two of them ventured deeper into the mansion. Sumin had never been towards the west wing before as Mark told her that it was unsafe for her to be around the construction. Which, if she thought about now, would make the perfect hideaway spot for them. No one, but NCT, knew about this area. Mark had hoped once the west wing was finished, it would be where he and Sumin could make new memories in their bedroom. Where Sumin could study to her heart’s content without being disturbed by the men. Where Mark would one day turn one of the empty rooms into a nursery for their future child.

He had every single thing planned out to the last detail, but fucking Bangtan ruined everything. And now, he’d be damned if they were to walk away from this scotch free...

Mark continued to tug her along, still pressing the gun to her side, until they reached a door. He released his hold on her arm but still had the gun firmly pressed against her ribcage. He then hovered his free hand over the keypad and entered the password. Of course—it was the digits to her birthday. And Sumin quickly noticed it.

“Okay. Creepy.” She muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, Mark heard her snide comment and swiftly angered him.

Not wanting to verbally lash out on her, he calmly opened the door and pushed her inside. He glanced over his shoulder, checking to make sure that no one followed them, before walking inside himself. Afterwards, he closed the door and alarmed the special security system he had installed for their future bedroom. Now definitely no one could get inside nor get out. They were safe. Alone in each other’s company. The perfect moment created just for them.

“We will be safe here, my sweet little angel.” Mark said softly, tucking away his gun, as he walked up to her.

Sumin glared at her abductor, “How is me being locked in the same fucking room as you safe? You’re psycho!” She exclaimed, letting her emotions best her.

Mark clicked his tongue as he tilted his head slightly. He slowly became fed up with her snappy remarks. Why couldn’t she see that everything he had done was to protect her?

Why couldn’t she understand the love he bore for her?

Why?

Without thinking, he too allowed his anger - his frustrations - control his actions and…

SLAP!

Sumin’s head forcibly moved to the side because of the strong impact against her cheek. In disbelief, she cupped her throbbing cheek, biting her bottom as she refused to shed any tears over this crazed psychopath.

“I’m sorry, little one, but you need to learn that actions have consequences.” He explained sweetly as he placed an index finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Sumin breathed heavily. Her fiery gaze penetrated his, hoping that her looks could indeed kill someone. If only she had some kind of sharp object with her...then she’d be free forever.

Wishful thinking. But she had to remember her part in this. She needed to save Sowon—her most cherished friend.

Not wanting to be touched by a second more, she roughly removed herself from his hold. She created space between them; though, it was pointless as he quickly closed it.

“Haven’t you heard of personal space?” She asked. Her tone laced with attitude.

Mark, again, didn’t appreciate her snarky attitude. This wasn’t his precious angel that he had fallen for. His sweet baby girl would never snap back at him. She would stare at him with nothing but love in her eyes as this warm smile appeared on her sweet lips.

The woman in front of him looked at him as if she loathed him. She hated his touch. His words. Everything.

No. No. No. That’s not supposed to happen.

Fucking Sowon. That stupid bitch corrupted her. That’s what he gets for allowing Sumin alone time with the stubborn leader. She molded his angel’s mind into hating him.

That’s it.

This was all Sowon’s fault, and Sumin would soon blame her for what’s about to happen next.

He needed to reprogram her.

Practically reset her mind. He needed her to love him.

And that’s what he’d do…

Suddenly, he grabbed Sumin and forced her to the ground. Sumin - panic settling within her entire body - struggled against his body. She became desperate to free herself from underneath him.

“Get off me!” She pleaded, disgusted

by his hands roaming up and down her body.

Mark shushed her, pressing his lips against her temple.

“I’ll be gentle. I promise. I won’t hurt you.” He whispered sweetly as he bound her wrists together with one hand while the other moved down to his jeans.

Sumin’s breathing became sporadic. Tears pooled at the brim of her eyes. Her heart pounded against her chest. While, she knew of sexual assault and what to do afterwards because of her classes, never once did she prepare herself for it. What made her sick to her stomach was that she was a virgin...and she hoped to give it to the one person she loved with all her heart...Seokjin.

“I’m so sorry, Seokjin…” She thought helplessly, slamming her eyes shut and embracing for what would come next.

“You know...I would greatly appreciate it if you removed your fucking hands away from my sister.” She heard someone say before she felt Mark’s body forcibly removed. “Oh, by the way, you shouldn’t have made your stupid password her birthday. It was painfully obvious.” Then, she heard the sound of someone landing a hit. From how swift the hit was and the fact that the person called her “sister”, she knew it was Jungkook. That annoying little twat that loved to tease her, and she enjoyed every moment of it.

“I got you, Min…” She heard another voice. She slowly pried her eyes open and saw Hoseok shrugging off his jacket and placing it around her shoulders. Without a second thought, she lunged herself at him, hugging him to make sure this wasn’t a dream. Bangtan was here.

But where was Sowon?

She broke the hug and asked about her.

“Right here, sunshine…” Sumin heard that familiar voice.

Sumin’s eyes immediately snapped towards the direction of the voice. Soon, happiness basically beamed from them as Sumin saw that Sowon was safe—for the most part.

The poor girl scrambled up and rushed over to Sowon. Or at least tried to. The second she stood up; the door busted wide open. Then, every single member of NCT came storming in – with guns locked and loaded – as Mark slowly stood up, dusting himself off. The rival gang leader cracked his neck, warming up the stiffened muscles. He then touched his bruised cheek as this smug smirk graced his face.

“Has anyone told you that you hit like a little bitch?” He taunted Jungkook as he nodded towards his members, greeting them. “Now, if you guys can kindly step away from Sumin and no one gets hurt,” He whipped out his gun, pointing directly at that stupid bitch, Sowon, “Correction. Leave and no one dies.” He finished with his index finger pressed lightly on the trigger.

Sowon glared harshly at her rival but soon her expression was replaced with amusement. Just like Mark, a smug smile appeared on her face as she boldly stared her rival down.

“Interesting. I was about to say the same thing.” She commented, directing her focus on to Sumin, “Sunshine, it’s okay. You can come over to us. Seokjin and I will keep you safe.”

“How…? My father is dead because of you and Bangtan. While, I know it is stupid to believe Mark, but somewhere deep down, I feel like he’s telling the truth.” Sumin stared sadly at Sowon, a look of betrayal flashed in her eyes, “I mean it makes sense. From what I could remember, he was always there for me. He’d take me to and from preschool every single day, making sure that I would arrive safely. Then suddenly it stopped. His cause of death makes perfect sense now. He was incredibly healthy, so there was no way he could’ve died from natural causes.” Tears trickled down her cheeks. “You took my dad away from me, and I will never forgive you.” She finished, releasing years of pent up emotions when it came to her father’s death.

Upon hearing her last sentence, Mark smiled in victorious while Seokjin and the rest of Bangtan became worried.

Were they too late…?

Blankets of both silence and uncertainty covered the room. Neither side spoke as it seemed that words were unnecessary. NCT had won. Bangtan had failed. So, what was more left to say?

In Sowon’s mind...there were plenty more to say…

“Sumin, listen to me,” Sowon let go off Seokjin who helped her steady herself and walked up to the frightened girl,

“Please, I will tell you the truth. All of it.”

The silence in the room was almost unbearable, the guns pointing at each other’s rivals while Sowon’s eyes were only on Sumin’s. She kneeled down, putting her gun aside and then she kicked it over to Seokjin, whose eyes grew wide as plates. Was the leader fucking out of her mind? She had not a vest on, nothing but her ripped jeans and a ripped shirt with dirt and blood all over it from the days of torture. Sumin on the other hand was shaking, her eyes flickering around the room as she tried to sort out wrong from right and whose side she should be on. But all she wanted was to curl up and not see or hear anything. Sowon reached out her hands and Sumin took them without thinking, making Mark take a step forward, eyeing the leader warily with his gun pointed at her. Sowon took a sharp breath, seeing the gun and knowing that she would be dead in a matter of seconds, even if Jungkook’s gun was pointed at Mark. It would be over for her, before he could shoot.

But it didn’t matter.

Only Sumin did.

“Sumin, your father had been involved in some deep shit. I’m not going to lie that the original Bangtan had something to do with it. We were paid to kill him by someone anonymous but...and please listen to me, your father was involved with my mother. Not romantically, god please, no. They knew each other. He kept her out of some crazy shit actually. He was a good lawyer. A good man. A good soul, just like you. But we didn’t kill him, my mother didn’t,” Sowon took a deep breath, “It was EXO.”

A gasp fell from everyone’s lips and Mark stiffened up.

“But EXO is…” Sumin looked around, realizing the connections between EXO and NCT.

“Yes, I know. It sounds crazy...but I didn’t kill him. Mark was right when he said that I was incredibly young when I first killed someone,” Sowon shrugged her shoulders as if it was something that every little 5-year old girl would do, “But I never killed your father. Nor did my mother. We found him. That night of his death. I am so sorry Sumin. I always knew about you. Who you were, where you’re from, who you were going to be? But honestly, I never really thought you’d become my friend. Someone I trust. Someone I want to protect. I am so sorry, Sumin. I couldn’t tell you. I just couldn’t.”

A slow and soft sigh escaped her lips as a storm of thoughts brewed within Sumin’s mind. Who told her the truth? Most importantly, why had her father paid the ultimate price for being the greatest parent? It wasn’t fair. All he did was love her and protect her from harm’s way...just like Bangtan…

Slowly closing her eyes, Sumin inhaled and then exhaled slowly. The more she did that, the more the irrational thought exited her mind. The storm slowly cleared up and this ray of light pierced through the thick gray clouds. The light illuminated a path for Sumin’s subconscious to follow and she did. With each step, all the negative thoughts - all the doubts - exited her brain. It was clear as day to her. She knew who she could trust - who she could call a “friend” - in this spacious room with the tension at an all-time high. She knew that when this was all over, she would be home.

Her home with Bangtan…

Without a second thought, Sumin wrapped her arms around Sowon. Mark and the rest of NCT saw a glimpse of victory, but it had soon evaporated as they saw Sumin rest her face against Sowon’s with a content smile resting on innocent girl’s lips.

Sowon was shocked. A huge part of her feared that Sumin’s psyche was too far gone that her words had been pointless and a huge waste of fucking time. But noticing Sumin’s relaxed body language and the smile - the same smile she had painted on her face on the day they had first met - gave Sowon a glimmer of hope. And the hug had sealed that for her.

She had her dearest and closest friend back.

Hugging Sumin close, Sowon held onto her friend tightly. “You can get us out of here. I know you can.” The leader whispered into her ear, “You’re the key in this story. It was never about me or anyone else. It’s you.” Sumin tightened her hold, not really sure what the other woman meant with her words, when a sudden gasp fell from her lips and it felt like Sowon slipped between Sumin’s arms. Something warm spread on her stomach and Sumin wondered what it was; a scream filled the silence followed by gunshots. And suddenly everything went in slow-motion.

Sowon stumbled back a few steps; her hands tightly pressed onto her lower stomach. Her fingers shook, covered in red. Her eyes flickered helplessly around the room. Her breathing grew closer and closer together. Her heart rate increased as the adrenaline surged through her veins in hopes to keep her alive. Sumin screamed. One painful, loud, scream. Her eyes fixated on what Mark held in his hands. A fucking throwing knifes. Not just one, but three. Each settled in between his fingers, and there was a fourth knife, but it was currently impaled in Sowon’s stomach. With an evil smirk on his face, Mark said only one thing, “Oops.”

“Oops…? Just a fucking oops?!” Sumin shouted; fury burned throughout her body. Her shoulders trembled. Her breathing grew sporadic. Her eyes practically became slits as she glared harshly at the man who broke her heart. Not the same way a lover would’ve had done, but in a way that was drastically worse.

He tried to kill the person who Sumin had grown fond of - practically love as a sister - and she would be damned if she allowed NCT to take away a family member. She had lost her father to one of their affiliates, and for the sake of her sanity, she couldn’t lose another.

“That’s all you have to say?” She began, kneeling down and grasping her shaky fingers around a gun that had been kicked towards her thanks to Yoongi. She stared coldly at the weapon as she slowly stood back up; her index finger anchored on the trigger. “You have done nothing but torment me…” She spun around, facing Mark, “You fucking drugged and tried to kidnap me on the night we first fucking met…” She held the gun at him, making sure the nozzle was aimed at a vital spot, “You filled my head with nothing but lies and molded me into this prized jewel of your sick obsession…” She slowly pressed her index finger against the trigger, “And to add insult to injury, you attempted to kill my sister.” Sumin finished, firing round after round. She couldn’t care less if she didn’t hit an instant “kill” spot. Sumin wanted Mark’s blood to drain from his body.

She wanted him dead…

Mark easily dodged each bullet, then pulled out his gun and fired at Sumin. He too couldn’t care less about her. His heart shattered into a million pieces the moment he witnessed his precious angel hug another man.

Sumin was dead to him…

“Boss! What do we do?” The angry leader heard Taeyong ask, firing a few rounds at Jimin and Yoongi, while Johnny provided support and made sure that Namjoon, Jungkook and Seokjin were pinned against the corner wall.

Mark growled; his eyes narrowed onto Sumin, who currently provided cover for Sowon, while Hoseok and Taehyung did everything in their power to slow down their leader’s pending death.

“Kill that fucking bitch.”

“Which one?”

“Both of them.”

Before Taeyong left, Mark grabbed onto his second-in-command and roughly pulled him down.

“But make sure that Sumin’s death is slow and painful. I want to hear her beg for us to put her out of her misery.” He instructed quietly with anger burning in his eyes.

“What about EXO? You know that our original instructions were-”

“I could give two fucks about our original instructions. Just fucking do it!”

Emptying yet another round, Sumin released the clip and loaded up another. Without a moment to lose, she fired bullet after bullet, shooting to kill, as her mind became plagued with one simple thought—protect Sowon.

Her roommate had done so much for her, so it was time to return the favor.

It was her turn to protect the fatally injured leader.

“How much longer Taehyung?!” Sumin shouted, demanding answers as she noticed Namjoon, Jungkook and Seokjin pinned down by Johnny and Haechan while Yoongi and Jimin were fighting against four others. The odds were definitely against them as not only were Bangtan outnumbered but their ammo supply ran low. Jungkook and the rest of the fellas did not expect to be in this shootout for this long. The original plan was to save both Sumin and Sowon, kill a few NCT members, and then book the hell out of there. But no. Mark fucking Lee had to be a sore loser and throw a knife at Sowon’s stomach.

And now it was a battle for life…

Who was allowed to walk out of that mansion alive…?

Taehyung exhausted every single resource he had to slow down Sowon’s pending death. He had Hoseok apply an insane amount of pressure to the wound without moving the knife while he used Sumin’s diamond earrings as a tool to sew his leader’s giant cut shut; though, it was proven difficult since Taehyung would need to take out the knife but doing so would increase the blood loss which would lead to death of Sowon.

It was lose-lose situation, and it fucking sucked.

“She’s losing too much blood, and at the rate its leaving her body, I can’t come up with a solution that would prolong her life enough for us to get back to base where I have the necessary tools to save her.” Taehyung confessed, angry at himself for not being able to help his leader.

Sumin’s jaw clenched, “And I can’t let her die!” She grabbed Hoseok’s knife from its holster and threw it at Jungwoo, killing him in the process, “So, you better try again. I’m going to help Yoongi and Jimin and then send them your way. They are our best shooters and can easily provide better support for you…!” She stated; her eyes drifted towards Sowon as this desperation settled inside her heart. She slowly ran out of options, and that was a depressing thought with her brain filled with knowledge that put some of her professors to shame.

And yet...

Her intellect failed her right now...

Slowly closing and reopening her eyes, Sumin gathered her thoughts and calmed herself. Like her mother always told her,

“If you believe that you exhausted all of your options, collect your thoughts, and then try again. If you think that there is nothing left to say or do, think again, Sumin. Number one rule of being a damn good lawyer like your mom.”

And she was right…

Just as Sumin turned to leave to help Yoongi and Jimin, she felt something grab her wrist.

“S-Sunshine…”

“Don’t Sowon. You need to strength to keep fighting. You hear me? You keep fucking fighting or so help me God, I will bring you back alive and then kill you myself. Got it?”

“C-cute… but no Sumin…” Sowon wrapped her bloody fingers around the knife handle, alerting Sumin, Taehyung, and Hoseok. She tightened her grip, “I-is it sad that I miss how q-quiet you were…?” She gently pulled out the knife, ignoring the throbbing pain and tightening sensation she experienced in her heart. “H-here…” She whispered, handing Sumin the bloodied knife, as a faint smile slowly appeared on her pale face. “Go kill that son of a bitch…” She added, dropping her arm.

Sumin choked back her tears as she swallowed roughly.

“Taehyung. Hoseok. Protect our leader. Do whatever it takes to keep her alive long enough to get the fuck out of here”

The two boys nodded firmly, already aware of what she was about to do. Part of them wanted to suggest that one of them should help her. But they knew that this was something she had to do by herself.

Sprinting away from the trio, Sumin dodged every bullet or at least tried to. As she zoomed towards Yoongi and Jimin, Doyoung and Haechan entered her line of sight as a few bullets grazed her arms and legs. A few winces escaped her lips, but she couldn’t afford to fall.

She had to keep going.

Sumin grabbed Haechan’s arm, applying enough pressure to gain brief control of him. She then turned around, aimed his gun at Doyoung, and fired a few shots, killing NCT’s resident Brainiac before slitting Haechan’s throat. Watching their bodies drop to the floor satisfied Sumin’s thirst for revenge, but it was short lived as Taeil came charging at her with guns blazing.

“Aw? Did I kill your best friend?” She taunted before diving for Haechan’s discarded gun and firing at Taeil, killing yet another member. If she was seconds late, then she would be lying in a pool of blood instead.

“Thank you, Yoongi…” muttered Sumin, staring at Taeil’s cold, lifeless body.

“You’re welcome, Minnie.” She heard someone say. Without a second thought, she aimed her gun at the intruder and had her knife ready but soon relaxed as she saw a familiar face—an ally.

“And to think...I thought only Jungkook calls me that…” Sumin playfully scoffed, displaying a grin, as she eyed Yoongi and Jimin with an amused gleam.

Jimin shrugged, “Well, it rubbed off on us since he called you that enough.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Now enough with the chit-chat. We need to get the fuck out of here.” Yoongi chimed in; agitation etched on his face.

Sumin gave Yoongi a look, “Not until I kill Mark.”

“And how, may I ask, are you going to do that?”

“That’s for me to know, and you two to see once I do it.”

“That makes little to no fucking sense, Minnie.”

“Just trust me. Now, go over to Taehyung and Hoseok and protect Sowon.”

Yoongi and Jimin cocked their brow up, staring at the formerly innocent lady. They observed her appearance and noted the fresh blood stains on her dress and tiny droplets that trickled down her arms and legs. There were a few bruises, and her hair was a disheveled mess, but other than that, she was okay.

Scratch that. She was furious.

Revenge blinded her and clouded her sense of morality.

She had become an official member of Bangtan.

She became their sister-in-arms.

So - naturally - they listened to her.

“Alright. Just be careful. We already have a pissed off Jungkook. We don’t need a pissed off Seokjin on top of that.”

Yoongi said, cocking back his gun and taking mental note of how many rounds he had left. Jimin mimicked his actions.

Sumin, at first, looked confused by Yoongi’s statement but soon waved it off as she didn’t have time to question why Seokjin being furious would make the situation worse.

With one final “good luck” uttered to one another, Sumin resumed her task. She needed to find a way to sneak up on Mark and slit his throat.

Question was how...

How could she gain the upper hand on the one person that always seemed to have eyes on the back of his head.

Then, it hit her.

“Let’s finish this…” She nodded with this fire of determination burning throughout her body.

Gripping the handle of the knife with one hand, the determined yet secretly nervous girl uttered a quick prayer before diving back into the battle. Without a slight sense in hesitation, Sumin fired round after round, shooting to kill, as she made her way closer to goal—Mark Lee. Her eyes homed in on his back, and how it didn’t appear that he would turn around anytime soon.

Perfect.

She needed to continue the momentum and close the gap between their bodies. Funny. Throughout her time in captivity, she wanted nothing but space between them yet now, she needed to be close as possible to the man. The cruel, vile, evil man. Mark needed to be wiped away from existence. Someone like him shouldn’t be allowed to roam this Earth.

He needed to be stopped.

“Just a little bit more…” Sumin whispered, stepping lightly around the fallen debris and broken glass. She ignored the fatigued that slowly washed over her body. She ignored the pounding of her heartbeat as negative thoughts began to plague her mind. She couldn’t afford to give in to such thoughts. There was no room for the idea of failure or any errors.

This execution had to be flawless…

With each last step, Sumin slowly raised her hand, making sure that she didn’t cast a shadow in doing so. She took extra care in ensuring that no light reflected off the bloodied blade of the knife; though, the metal was coated too much that it shouldn’t be a problem, but Sumin didn’t want to chance it.

As she neared Mark’s body - ready to grab the NCT leader with her other hand after tossing away gun moments earlier - she heard,

“Aw my precious angel, you have to do better than that.”

Sumin’s body froze as she saw him slowly turn around, revealing a triumphant smirk and evil gleam in his eyes. The color drained from her body. Her breathing grew sporadic.

“How the fuck did you know I was behind you?”

“You know…” Mark clicked his tongue as he cocked his head to the side, “If you wanted to sneak up on a man,” He roughly grabbed her arm, giving it a little squeeze, “You really shouldn’t wear a scent that he has grown accustomed to.” He said; his voice sent shivers down her spine. He then twisted her arm back, causing the poor girl to scream in pain as she felt the knife forcibly drop from her hand. He roughly turned her around - her back pressed against his chest - as he maintained his iron grip on his arm. He lowered his head; his hot breath fanned the crevice of her neck.

“Just kill me, Mark. I’d rather be dead than go back to you.” Sumin said in nothing but pure rage.

“Aw, but baby girl. Where would the fun be in that?” Mark released his hold on her, “No, my sweet angel. You have betrayed me, broke my heart into a million pieces, and for that, you need to be punished.” He said with an expression so dark that Sumin’s eyes widened. Her fingers trembled. She felt that she could no longer breath. She could only imagine what this cruel leader would do, but even then, her imagination wouldn’t do them justice.

Mark stepped closer to her as Sumin took a step back.

“When I get done with you, you’ll be begging for me to end your life. No one betrays NCT. NO ONE!”

“And no one should ever put their hands on a woman, especially someone who is precious to me.” The duo heard. Mark growled, swiftly turning around to face the intruder while Sumin felt a wave of relief wash over her.

“You…! This is all your fault. If you kept your hands off on what’s mine, then your leader wouldn’t be lying on the cold hard ground, fighting for her life. Which, by the way, I’m surprised that stubborn bitch is still alive.”

The person shrugged, “Well, you did say so yourself. Sowon is quite stubborn, so she doesn’t die so easily.”

Mark scoffed, “You’re right. Maybe I should help her out then.” He said with a malicious smirk as he aimed his gun in between the gap of Yoongi and Jimin. He pressed his index finger on the trigger and just as it neared the end, Mark felt his arm jerked back; he struggled to remove himself from the tight hold that Sumin had on him as she positioned her hands on his bicep and wrist.

“Seokjin, now!”

And just like that, Seokjin landed a hard punch on Mark’s chin, staggering the enemy enough for Sumin to wrap her other hand around his neck. She managed to put him in a sleeper hold, tightening her grip, as she forced Mark to his knees.

“Y-you think you’ve guys w-won?” Mark choked out, smirking.

“Oh, we did.” The trio heard Jungkook say as he walked up with Namjoon by his side. The two men cocked their gun back and while their faces remained blank, their eyes told a different story.

They were furious…

They thirsted for revenge…

And they were ready…

“You see, Mark. All of your men are dead. Your Chinese fraction isn’t coming to rescue your asses. The teens that you recruited are sitting in a jail cell, waiting for the news on their pending death penalty. And you, my friend, are finished.” Jungkook stated, pressing the cold nozzle on Mark’s forehead.

“So what? While I might be dead, so will be your leader. Right now, she has lost so much blood that you won’t be able to save her. Not even the best doctor in the world will be able to rescue her, so you see… I fucking wo-” But before he could finish that sentence, everyone heard a snap.

Jungkook’s eyes trailed up and saw Sumin forcibly breaking his neck; thus, ending his life.

“Damn, Minnie…”

“That fucker had it coming…” Sumin stated before rushing back to a dying Sowon. The sole reason why Sumin had enough courage to even do that. Immediately, Jungkook, Namjoon, and Seokjin followed suit. The fellas had almost forgotten that their leader - Jungkook’s wife - had been in a tough battle with death.

And just as the four reached Sowon, they failed to notice the solemn expressions painting the other four fellas of Bangtan’s face.

Sadly, it didn’t take a genius to know that someone had died…

Sumin dropped to her knees first; tears spilled out her eyes as they streamed down her rosy cheeks.

“N-no. No. NO!” She screamed followed by Jungkook’s anguish shout. He too dropped to his knees, clutching his wife’s body. His heart shattered into a thousand pieces. He felt a part of his soul left him the more he held Sowon’s body nice and close. He refused to believe that this was the end for them. Their story - while yes had more tragic moments than happy - deserved to have a fairy tale ending. They deserved to experience an endless amount of happiness and love.

But...it wasn’t their story to write…

It was someone else’s task...

“Sowon! Sowon! Please come back! Sowon!”

Six Months Later…

“I don’t know how Sowon did this…” Sumin muttered, holding up two different files containing intel on a potential threat.

“Well, she didn’t do it alone, princess. She had help, you know.” Seokjin chuckled deeply as he walked inside the office that belonged to Bangtan’s former leader. The corners of his lips curved upward even more as he practically beamed the moment, he laid his eyes upon Sumin. Sure, her hair had been put up in a messy bun. She looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks. Oh, he couldn’t forget how easily his woman became irritated whenever she got locked out of Sowon’s computer. One would think that she would write down the login credentials after the first locked out, but nope. Like Sowon, Sumin was stubborn. The former innocent ray of sunshine might even be much worse than the former leader.

Scratching the back of his neck, Seokjin walked behind Sumin; his palms anchored on the wooden desk. His head rested near hers to the point that their cheeks touched. He could feel the warmth from her. Something that he would never take for granted.

“When are you going to write down the login credentials, so that this doesn’t happen again? Huh, princess?”

“And when are you going to stop talking about me as if I died, huh, tiny dick Jin?” The couple heard a familiar voice say.

Sumin’s head perked up; her eyes lit up, while Seokjin glared at the person.

“Sowon’s right, you know. You do talk as if she had died.”

“Well, if you want to get technical, she did die for a second, but then you had to be sweet and loving princess that I know you are and give her your blood for the transfusion. Why didn’t you tell me that your blood was O negative?”

“Eh. Never came up, but I did tell the doctors to do whatever it takes to bring Sowon back alive. So...”

Sowon laughed, “Yeah but now I’m benched because of a certain husband of mine just couldn’t keep his hands off me. Now, I’m four months pregnant. This shit sucks!” She whined, leaning against the door-frame.

“It’s not my fault that you’re so irresistible.” chimed another voice, joining in the conversation.

Sowon rolled her eyes and smacked Jungkook on the chest.

“Yeah but now I’m stuck in our room with little to no activities. I’m going bat shit crazy in there!” She complained so more; her voice raised an octave.

Jungkook ignored her whines as he told her that both her life and the life of their unborn child are his utmost priority.

Sowon made a face as she mumbled, “I guess you’re right…”, and placed her hands on her semi-round tummy.

In response, Jungkook grinned brightly. It was quite rare for his wife to surrender whenever they argued. Usually, it was him doing the surrendering. He then wrapped a loving arm around his wife’s shoulders while Sumin stood up from the desk. The replacement leader walked up to her dearest friend with a soft smile painting her lips.

And just as the young girl closed the gap between their bodies, Taehyung entered the office with a quizzical expression.

“This came for you Minnie.” He announced, holding out a package with no return address.

Both Seokjin and Sowon raised a brow as they both glimpsed at the brown paper wrapped package.

Something about that did not sit well with them…

“Well, what is it?” questioned Jungkook; his body tensed yet his mind went on high alert. He was ready to protect his wife and unborn child.

Sumin took the package from Taehyung and shook it, earning a few head shakes and disgruntled mumbles from Seokjin and the others.

The more she shook it, the more she grew confused. Her brows knitted together as she tore the packaging and opened the box. She titled the box and out came a ring box and a letter.

“What does the note say?” Seokjin asked, walking up behind her and peering over her shoulder.

“I honestly don’t know…” replied Sumin as she opened the envelope, tucking the ring box against her ribcage. She pulled out the letter and scanned its contents.

A faint gasp escaped her lips as her eyes grew wide. The color practically drained from her face as the hand - that held the letter - went limp before she came to her senses and swiftly opened the ring box.

“Princess?”

“Sowon?”

“This is my mother’s engagement ring and my father’s wedding ring.”

Everyone in the room became confused.

“Meaning?” asked Sowon, though, deep down she knew the answer.

“They’re coming.”

“Who is?”

��EXO…”

The letter slipped from her fingers and slowly fluttered down to the floor. Once it landed, it revealed what was written, leaving everyone, especially Seokjin, speechless and alarmed.

“Your father should’ve listened to me when he had the chance, my prized jewel. Now, I have to take matters into my own hands since I made the foolish mistake of sending a boy to do a man’s job. Why do you have to be so charming, huh, Sumin? Because of that, not only did EXO lose a formidable ally, but now Bangtan will perish as well. And trust me, when I say this, little one. I always get what I want…

Yours,

P.C.Y

P.S: thank you for taking care of Mark by the way. It saves me one less body to dirty my hands with.”

A/N: And there you have it folks! Finally! After what seemed like forever, here is the conclusion Two Faced! Sorry that it took so long! I just felt the burn out form writing too much KPOP, so I switched my focus to writing fanfiction for “The Umbrella Academy” (good show by the way) and once I got the burn out from writing too much TV Show fanfiction, I came back to this story! I hope you guys like the final chapter, I ended up finishing it up myself since Jey had lost interest for it and didn’t know what was happening (which was understandable), and I’m proud of myself for making it reach to almost 9K words. Go me!

In other news, there will be a short sequel planned (at most 5 chapters but we’ll see) and it should be released sometime in the Fall! I will start the planning stages sometime over the weekend or next week. I know I want to get the story planning stage done before I work on one of my network’s summer project! So prepare yourself for that story once it’s released!

Again thank you so much for waiting patiently! Jey & I can’t thank you enough for giving this cross over story a chance! :)

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Someone asked: “Yo can I request Julian (my boy I’d die for him) being really needy and just wanting attention from his s/o please if this makes sense? Sfw or nsfw I don’t mind! Thank you my guy!”

Aww Julian is so cute! This turned out very fluffy and I´m also very tempted at writing more for him (I will, probably). Julian´s exactly my kind of awkward XD But how can you not love this giant, handsome, needy baby??

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Relationship: Julian Devorak x Genderneutral/NB reader

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Whenever you cooked with Mazelinka, the colourful spices animated the air around with all kinds of delicious smells, giving you a lead for which one was worthy to be used as seasoning. The magic never happened in your own kitchen, where you felt lost between the endless possibilities of individual flavours and picking an option felt like randomly drawing a note from a hat and hoping with fingers crossed that it was the marked one. Just as you added chives to the stock, the old woman nodded approvingly in what was her very own manner, and you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“This smells exquisite, my dear~ Of course I expected nothing less from an expert like you.” Julian proudly beamed while you tried to gently push him away with a smile. It made you highly uncomfortable whenever Julian showed affection in front of his old friend. The lady was pretty straightforward at times what lead to many awkward situations. This was the reason why Julian mostly refrained from getting too close to you in her presence, yet you could gauge off his neediness at the times when he did. That didn´t make it any less awkward though.

Looking like a kicked puppy, Julian stepped backwards and sat down at the small table. You winked at him and turned around to finish the soup, shredding thick blocks of potatoes right into the boiling pot. “Boy, can you fetch some tomatoes from the garden?” Mazelinka´s voice held something worldly-wise whenever she spoke, making everyone around listen intently in hopes of getting a helpful piece of advice. “Join him, dear. He always picks the ones that are still green.”

With a nod – when she gave an order you always had to hold yourself back from saluting for some reason – you went after him. The second the door fell shut, Julian was already all over you. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you gently flush against his chest. “I missed you so much.” His other hand stroked through your hair and cradled your head. The man´s smile was so precious and lovely and you couldn´t help but taste it. Sighing contently upon finally reuniting his lips with yours, Julian kissed back with passion and yearning. It wasn´t enough though. When you pulled back, he still refused to let go, keeping you close to him while you laughed and removed the eyepatch from his face.

“I missed you, too.” A few lighter kisses were shared which seemed to let the curly-haired man bloom like a flower. It made your heart throb in love whenever the eloquent man was rendered speechless due to your touch. Right now, he gazed back into your eyes with pure affection while a thin blush adorned his cheeks. Somehow, even now it reminded you of a cute dog begging for food and with a smile you leaned forwards once more. Julian happily welcomed you again with his lips, not able to get enough of you as he held you even closer.

“We gotta fetch the tomatoes for Mazelinka…” You murmured against his lips before breaking apart and rounding the tiny house. Julian was hot on your toes, engulfing you back in his arms the second you leaned down to pick some. With a chuckle you let him lean his head onto your shoulder while you examined and turned the bright red tomato in your hand.

Suddenly, his warmth left and you were sitting alone in the garden. You took the opportunity to pick a few more and return, just to be stopped as the tall man reappared with a lovely glint in his eyes. “Here, my beauty. Not in the least as pretty as you, yet it smells just as good~” With these words, his gloved fingers gently placed a glowing purple-blue gentian behind your ear.

“Thanks, Jules.” Your words seemed to put him at ease. You were so happy that this gentle man had finally opened up to you. Even if he was an idiot at times, his love for you was big enough to fill up the whole tiny house. Speaking of which: “I only asked for a few tomatoes, are you shagging out there?”

“Ugh, we should go back…” – “I guess it´d be for the better.”

And so you did, but not without the handsome doctor stealing another kiss before you entered.

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scaredbisexual · 6 years

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Pure Art| Reddie fic

Photographer!Eddie and Artsy!Richie

READ ON AO3 CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX

Summary: “...And in that moment, the exact moment the duo finished their cigarettes and started walking away, Eddie wished he had taken his camera with him. The boy would make such a perfect model, his angular face and the patterns he was covered in (oh the patterns!). He was sitting there and looking at the awfully dressed boy leaving the park, crossing the street while laughing and that’s when it hit him.

“Fuck,” Eddie muttered and frantically jumped to his feet…”

Word Count: 3076

Warnings: Cursing

Beta-read and corrected by awesome @fuckboykaspbrak love ya hon, you’re the best

Chapter One

At this point Eddie couldn't do much to dodge getting kicked out from college. He was officially fucked and nothing could change that. It was the last day to do something and he didn’t have a single picture for his portfolio that he had to turn in before midnight. It's not like he didn't try, not at all- he had actually spent the last month working really hard, driving to different places that had their place on "The Most Beautiful Places Near You" list on Buzzfeed but all of the photos were dull, plain, not photography-master worthy. He even went as far as attending special classes with models and all that- nothing.

He was stuck in the worst way possible, his camera was laying on the bedside table, laughing at him because he couldn't even do the thing he was supposed to be the best at- that's how useless he was. His mind was blank like a sheet of paper, not one idea how to rescue himself from this situation appeared so he decided to just give up. After all, what exactly could he do? Take some shitty pictures and put them into his portfolio? Into the thing he was the most passionate about and cared so much that it wasn't even started, because he was so afraid of fucking it up? I don't think so.

It was Tuesday and he woke up later than usual, heavy feeling in his chest and head swarming with doubt and anger at himself that he had no idea what to do with. It wasn't normal for him, he was always the most organized person in the group, his homework was always the first to be turned it, he just hated being late or last. But now? He felt like a completely different person, his vision blurring from unshed tears as he sat in the middle of his makeshift bed. He hated feeling so useless and powerless.

That's why he decided to channel all this bad energy into something and went out for a long, exhaustingly fast run. He put on some shorts and a hoodie, not sure if the weather was warm enough for him to run in a t-shirt and went out. He was running and running, his feet burning and chest heaving with desperate breaths until he couldn't think of anything else than not collapsing. It was brutal but it was the only way to take his mind off college, off photography, off life that has been treating him like a piece of shit for the last few months.

First, his boyfriend of two years broke up with him, then his mother decided to show up out of nowhere and bug him for almost three weeks and now he was going to fail his classes for the first time in forever. Because of all of this his mental health was on a really low level and running was the only thing keeping him sane.

Back when he was younger and still living with his mom, he would sneak out of his room through the window at really early hours and go for a run. Sonia wasn't really supporting of her precious son participating in any sports, she was always worried sick about him getting injured or catching a cold- that's why he had to keep it a secret. It wasn't only a sport back then and now too, running was like breathing to him.

After an hour he finally stopped in the middle of some park, not really knowing where he was. He was there almost alone, given everyone was either working or in school. The birds were chirping happily, warm wind blew straight into his face and sun was making him sweat. It truly was a beautiful day to go through an emotional crisis.

Eddie decided to spend some time there. He sat down on one of the benches and started looking around, observing the few people wandering around. There was a pregnant woman walking her dog that Eddie found incredibly adorable (it was a Golden Retriever, his favorite breed), few feet away a girl was reading some book and then there was a couple of teenagers, or maybe young adults, sitting on a bench in skate park and smoking cigarettes.

The latter caught Eddie's eye for a little longer. One of them was a cute, redheaded girl with short hair and a lot of freckles all over her body. She was wearing black shorts and some t-shirt and looked totally normal compared to her friend.

The friend was a boy, a really tall and lanky one with dark, curly hair that was messily pulled into a bun at the top of his head, it made his ears stick out a little and already sharp jawline and cheekbones stand out even more. He was wearing a baby blue shirt with a print of Hawaiian flowers, a lot of necklaces decorating the expanse of his chest that was uncovered by the shirt (it had first three buttons undone and Eddie felt his heart race and he wasn't so sure if running was the cause). The better half of his legs were uncovered by black shorts he was wearing, his skin was sun kissed and bruised with all kinds of scratches here and there. He had some colorful band aids covering bigger injuries, but the boy was sitting too far away and Eddie couldn't tell what was on them. He had Vans sneakers on and the most ridiculous, colorful socks Eddie had ever seen. The most hipster thing about him was, however, his colorful tattoos covering his calves and arms, giving him a look of a total disaster, collage of different patterns and colors.

Eddie was truly taken aback. He was just awestruck, the boy before him was truly a piece of art, Eddie felt almost as if he was looking at some kind of unrealistic painting, he couldn't quite understand if he was appealed by what he saw or maybe shocked (or a mixture of both?). It was the weirdest feeling, all the things he felt when he looked at him, his heart clenching and eyes watering, it was just something else.

And in that moment, the exact moment the duo finished their cigarettes and started walking away, Eddie wished he had taken his camera with him. The boy would make such a perfect model, his angular face and the patterns he was covered in (oh the patterns!). He was sitting there and looking at the awfully dressed boy leaving the park, crossing the street while laughing and that's when it hit him.

"Fuck," Eddie muttered and frantically jumped to his feet, running as fast as his exhausted body let him. He knew what he had to do, that if he wanted to be a photographer he had to do crazy things, get out of his comfort zone. But this? It was total madness, he had never seen this person before and he was going to ask him to what, model for him? Changing all the plans he had for the day because Eddie found him so fucking fascinating?

He was behind the couple in a flash, his feet carrying him at a light speed towards his newfound muse. He crossed the street while still running, not even stopping to check if any car was going his way. There were some curses thrown his way and cars stopping abruptly but he couldn't care less.

"Wait!" he screamed desperately. The couple stopped, not exactly sure who the voice was calling, and turned around. They looked taken aback, redhead stared at the boy in confusion, her hand slowly reaching inside her handbag. She probably though Eddie was some kind of psycho, but who wouldn't? His hoodie had big sweat spots all over it, his face was red like a tomato, hands shaking and eyes scanning them both in a nervous manner. But then there was The Boy that cocked his head a bit and bit his lip, looking at Eddie with a glint in his eyes.

"Yes?" the girl asked, her voice was unsure but stern, body language telling Eddie that she was ready to kick his ass if it was necessary.

"I, hi. I'm Eddie," he said, still trying to catch his breath and compose himself as much as possible. Redhead raised one of her eyebrows. "Okay, I know it is going to sound insane, but. I'm a photography student, my portfolio is as empty as Satan's heart even though I have to turn it in by midnight and you inspired me," he rushed it all out on one breath while looking at the boy that was still shamelessly checking him out. Eddie felt a crimson blush creep onto his cheeks and stepped nervously from one foot on the other. His fingers were playing with the hem of his shorts.

"Um, wow, that's...that's nice. We inspired you? How?" the girl spoke again and embarrassment washed over Eddie once more. She tipped her head and sent him encouraging smile that made Eddie a bit more at ease. It was truly strange, he didn't even know her and yet, he felt some peculiar connection. It was like a string attached to both of them that was pulled at, somehow making him feel at home, believing in friendly intentions of her.

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck, making the hem of his hoodie lift, and exposing a bit of his tanned stomach. He didn't miss the way the curly haired boy glanced at it in a way that made Eddie's cheeks heat up. In his life he had dealt with a good number of fuckboys, so he eventually learned not to be affected by their actions- but this particular boy was different. He had the nerve to make Eddie uncomfortable and it was truly infuriating.

"Well, not exactly both of you, just him" Eddie answered honestly and pulled his lips into a thin line while the tall boy grinned like a madman. This action only made Eddie's blood boil so he quickly added. "It's your style, or the lack of it- "the girl snorted and elbowed her friend while Eddie was still talking. "-There is something in all the shapes you are wearing and the colors that shouldn't work together, but they somehow do. It's just fascinating, it inspired me, yeah." Eddie stopped talking for a moment to take a deep breath and analyze this ridiculous situation in his head. "And I wanted to ask, would you maybe like to model for me? Just for today, please."

Eddie felt another dose of shame making its way onto his face and neck when he finished talking and looked the boy straight into eyes. His eyes, oh god. Eddie felt even more emotions swim through him while watching little sprinkles dance in them.

He normally didn't stutter, nor feel nervous while talking to boys. He hated what was happening to him and mentally punched himself, trying to gather himself.

"Oh I dunno, Eds," the boy said and oh wow, he hated him even more. Eddie felt like a schoolgirl, all giddy and fascinated by a boy and his eyes, his voice, his clothes, his everything but then there was a burning desire in the pit of his stomach to beat the shit out of him. "You insulted me pretty bad, you know? I'm not sure if I can give you that much of my precious time."

"Oh, don't be a dick Richard." the girl sighed and rolled her eyes. Now that she wasn't afraid of Eddie stabbing her, she looked so much younger. Her eyes were happy and full of laughter, and mouth quirked into a sly smile. "Your only plan for today was to go thrift shopping. Help him out, maybe your ugly mug could for once save someone, not kill them."

Eddie couldn't help but let out a gasp of laughter at her words. The girl smiled his way and elbowed Richard once more. The boy, on the other hand, was trying not to give away the amused laugh that sat at the back of his throat.

"You are hurting me, Bev-" he grasped his shirt where his heart was and gasped theatrically while leaning on her shoulder. She just shrugged and took a step left to get rid of him. Richard pouted at her but then eventually smiled and placed a wet kiss on her cheek. Eddie raised his eyebrow. "-But yeah, I guess I could postpone my shopping spree."

That's how Eddie ended up unlocking his flat with a weird looking guy hot on his heels. Richie, as he asked Eddie to call him, talked all their way there and it was somehow amusing but also frustrating and the shorter boy felt like ripping out his vocal chords. He was starting to regret his stupid decision to chase the boy, but then he remembered how much he needed it and decided to bite his tongue.

"That's me," Eddie said when he finally opened the door and gestured for Richie to come inside first.

"Oh whaaat?" the boy whined while looking around and spinning on his heels. Eddie raised his eyebrows in confusion and closed the door behind him.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, anxiety already creeping on him. He started picking on his nails but quickly stopped, scolding himself mentally. It was a nervous habit he had picked up from one of his friends.

"It's just so clean. You're like, what, twenty-five?" he talked while walking around the small living room/ bedroom space, picking up different pictures in frames and crunching down to inspect all the trumpery Eddie had collected through years. He didn't really wait for Eddie's response, just continued babbling. "I mean, you should see my flat, it's a disaster," he chuckled to himself.

Eddie didn't really know what to do with himself while Richie rummaged through his belongings. He turned his head to the left and spotted a camera laying in the middle of his desk, abandoned in last day's rage caused by lack of good material. Nerve endings in his fingers started to tingle a bit when he took a quick glance at the boy that was now talking about all the CD's he owned. Eddie took two big steps, grabbed the camera and quietly, to not startle the boy, came closer, turning the camera on and readying himself to take the first one of many shots this day.

Richie was sitting on the floor, his long, hairy, tattooed legs crossed at his ankles. His body was crunched over Eddie's stash of CD's, in hands he held Whitney Houston's single "I wanna dance with somebody", his eyes were focused on black letters at the back of it and mouth spread into a relaxed smile. Eddie didn't think twice and snapped a few pictures before Richie, confused by silence in the room, turned around and looked straight into the camera. His mouth opened, showing off his big teeth, and a slight blush bloomed on his cheeks.

"Oh, you sneaky fucker! I thought we came here for you to change, not take pictures without my consent!" he shrieked while clumsily standing up (Eddie took pictures of it too). Eddie just laughed and put the camera back where it was before.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Give me like, five minutes and I'll be back."

Eddie crossed the room to get to his wardrobe, took out his favorite mom jeans, black t-shirt, matching jean jacket and fresh pair of underwear. He then went to the bathroom, took a brisk shower and changed. He tried to do it as fast as possible, given that it was already 11 a.m. what gave him exactly 13 hours to turn in his portfolio. No biggie.

He emerged out of the bathroom to run straight into Richie that was standing with his camera, looking through the photos Eddie had taken. When he heard doors opening he looked up and smiled wickedly but the smile was washed off his face the minute he saw Eddie. He blinked a couple times and coughed, trying to compose himself.

You see, Richie wasn't exactly fond of his own face and body. His pretentious style was just a way to make people look at it rather than at his lanky form or weird teeth. Since he was little everyone had been making fun of him, so he learned how to brush if off and don't care about his looks. It all changed when he came to New York and suddenly sorority girls decided that he was hot. They liked his band t-shirts, his curly hair and his face. But to Richie it all seemed like a crude joke, he was so used to people being awful and making fun of him, that he didn't believe any compliments.

That's why he stayed in the shadow of his colorful clothes and tattoos, hiding behind a mask of cocky bastard that is so full of himself he rejects every girl that tried to talk to him. And well, he was also a bit more into boys anyway. He liked boobs, of course he did, who didn't? But then he also liked firm muscles and stubble burning him while kissing. He was bi as fuck and proud.

But his issues with appearance were a bit too much to handle sometimes, so he still didn't want to pursue any relationship, sticking to his friends. And then Eddie happened. He thought that Richie was fascinating and inspiring and honestly? Richie wasn't sure why he decided not to date anyone. From the minute he laid his eyes on Eddie's small, but strong, form he knew that he was something else. And then, then he asked him to model for him and Richie jumped head first into it, not thinking twice. He was sure that it would work out just fine, he would pose like he saw guys in magazines do and it would be good.

And all at once Eddie started taking pictures of him just existing, living, and it made the anxiety come back. Richie felt himself closing a bit with every passing minute and he was so fucking mad at himself. That's why he decided to check the photos Eddie took, but he didn't really get to see them because Eddie already emerged out of bathroom and looked so, so cute that Richie couldn't help but stare.

"Let’s go," Eddie mumbled and stormed past Richie.

OH GOD GUYS!

I hope you like it guys, it’s my first attempt at writing a longer fic and holy motherfucker, it is exhausting! Anyway, next part coming soon!

tags: @trippy-alexissss

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babyboyoonie · 6 years

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hello 💖 thank you so much for writing my request for yoonseokook!! I have another request... Can you write babyboy!Yoongi for the boys, please? I think he will be so soft and fluffy... And BTS will probably so whipped bc he will be their precious babyboy and they will love him so much ❤

hi darling!! it was my pleasure ♥♥ n you’re right, Yoongi’s the fluffiest and the boys are WHIPPED for him ((;

hope you enjoy!!

So. Yoongi doing basically anything is a…it’s a thing. Jin doesn’t know when he started paying attention to the little one’s every move, but here he is, staring. Yoongi’s not even doing anything remotely interesting…? He’s…He’s cutting some vegetables for Jin, that’s it. But his lips are pouting in concentration, cat-like eyes fixed on the slow movements of his hands and probably unaware of the things happening around him.

That’s good, Jin thinks, heart immensely soft. At least Yoongi wouldn’t be creeped out by Jin’s attention and slight, slight obsession, let’s be honest. He’s not as forward as others members are, but that doesn’t mean his feelings aren’t here. Doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t melt at Yoongi’s adorableness. Yoongi just breathing and actually being the fucking cutest boy on earth.

He’s so caught up in his starring, the bottle of vinegar in his hands just kind of…kind of drops in the plate. Opening on the way, of course.

Jin stares at it in silent mourning. And finally, finally, Yoongi looks up.

He mutters a little “oh?” mouth parted prettily and narrow eyes wide open. It’s unlike his usual low voice. It’s an “oh?” of surprise, sweet as honey, a mix of concern and amusement. “Hyung,” the man says, grins with amusement dancing in his eyes as he walks hurriedly on Jin’s side. “hyung, are you okay?”

Jin presses his lips together, giving off a strained smile. Yoongi’s amused, and his eyes are twinkling like pretty stars, and Jin’s finding it hard to keep his cool. He just wants to…wants to hold the little one. Hug him, coo at him, whisper he’s the prettiest boy ever and that Seokjin wants to call him his. Wants to call him his, and be at ease, holding him forever. Free of the happy moods he doesn’t always want to portray, free to be just him and stare at Yoongi for hours to no end in pure silence. Jin wants. Instead, “I was just distracted,” he says, eyes finding Yoongi’s.

The younger boy hums. Dubious. It’s funny because Jin was actually distracted. By him, and his tendency to be adorable just by…by breathing. “Fine,” Yoongi relents, though he pokes Jin gently on his arm, gaze soft like heaven. “If you want to talk, though, I’m here.”

He’s darling, a complete darling. Jin wants to lift him and cuddle him close to his chest and, and rock him like a little baby and sing about how adorable he is.

Yoongi’s too cute by barely doing anything, and Jin’s gonna get gray hair before he even hits thirty.

So. Clothes. Hoseok hadn’t expected for it to be their thing but life was surprising like that. Helping Yoongi dancing? Learning new choreographies? Talking producing or going out to eat ice-cream? Yeah, that would be more like it. But no, clothes. A day spent inside, locked in a room to do nothing all day together and—and yeah, clothes.

Hoseok thought, after a while, that it would be fun. Actually, everything with Yoongi was fun, period. They could just—they could lay there and do nothing for hours and Hoseok would surely have a blast anyway. Yoongi was poker-face exploding in a second in the prettiest expression, eyes crinkling and wide smile and literal stars around him. Yoongi was all about doing the silliest things when nobody expected and coming out of it cuter than ever. Which shouldn’t have been possible. But here they were.

Here Hoseok was, sitting on the edges of the bed with his feet firmly planted down. Perhaps to keep himself grounded, to stop the urgent need to get to Yoongi and cuddle the hell out of him. This need was growing larger by the second, Hoseok’s throat was constructed with the urge to babble about—about how cute Yoongi was. To tell him, just like last time, that he looked like a flower. Tell him pretty things until he looked away in evident shyness, a little smile on his lips to try and pretend he wasn’t flustered.

Yoongi pokes his head out of the closet. Then his whole body, and he makes a show of twirling for Hoseok—because it’s just the two of them, and he’s at ease doing those kinds of things in front of Hoseok. When nobody’s looking but his soul partner, when there’s no camera to picture another of his soft moments. Yoongi makes a show of twirling and sweetly chuckling, and Hoseok, oh Hoseok hides his lower face in his hand because he’s most probably blushing like hell.

There’s something like a lullaby in Yoongi’s eyes, in his voice when he mutters, teasing and cheery, “Hoseokie, hey, Seok-Seok, do you like it?” perhaps it has something to do with the wide, brilliant grin on his lips or, or the gentle flush on his cheeks and the way those cute pins gently push his air backward, in the prettiest picture.

He doesn’t know what it is—liar, liar, you know, it’s just Yoongi being Yoongi—but it, it releases the knots in his throat and makes him grip his own thighs. As to not grab Yoongi and never let him go for days. They’re sweaty, and he wipes them against the dark material of his jeans, chuckling breathlessly. “Yeah,” he says, eyes racking up and down the too-big outfit on Yoongi. It was his, the one he wore some days ago to the airport as they flew to Japan. The one Yoongi has told him made him look like a university teacher in one of those epic movies. He’s all dressed up, and it’s too big, just like the beautiful grin he throws at Hoseok at his answer. “Yeah, hyung, you’re, you’re the prettiest.”

Yoongi flushes. Oh so prettily, and Hosoeks gone gone gone.

So. Yoongi’s cute. Like, this isn’t rocket science or anything new but—but Namjoon’s still surprised every day. His hyung’s really cute, as in little gifts spread here and there he denies with a pout having given. Cute, as in encouragements always ready for anyone that needs them. Cute in a fluffy, cloud-like amazement when they start a new activity. It’s a quiet process most of the time—slowly blinking eyes that widen, mouth shaped in a pretty ‘o’ easing in a smile before he settles down. It’s rarely exploding fireworks and childish amazement, it’s him, and it’s soft, still baby-like in the best way possible.

Namjoon rocks on his feet and watches him quietly. Listens to everything around them with an ear, attentive, always, but attention wholly turned toward his hyung even if it doesn’t really look like it. Namjoon’s looking out for him silently, discreet, but Yoongi catches him anyway. Smiles cheekily at him, eyes glinting in something Namjoon reads like—“yah, we’ve basically been married for eight years now, you really thought you could fool me?” And, and okay, it might be a bit creepy to guess that with just a glance but—Namjoon just knows Yoongi like that.

Knows he’s the babiest of them all, under the coat of the grandpa he was given the nickname of in the beginning. Namjoon draws a mood board in his head, for him. He pictures a frame of his little hyung laying in the sun, soaking it like a blooming flower. Places just aside, then, a bunch of roses and marguerites and pretty bluebells. Adds in lovely tunes on the sky; a peculiar way of eating, little attentions that never get unappreciated, and finally, a bouquet of surprising actions just—silly and utterly adorable.

Yoongi decides to act upon the last image, it seems. As if he had read his mind. He waddled toward him, little smile a tad bit mischievous, very much boyish and more than loveable. He places his hands on Namjoon’s shoulders, and kind of just jumps, and Namjoon of course—Namjoon catches him. Namjoon catches him and laughs and relishes in the butterflies exploding in his stomach at the adorable display of affection.

His little hyung clings to him all day like a koala, and Namjoon’s heart sings baby, baby, baby.

They create poetry. Taehyung and Yoongi. Feet dangling in the air just in front of the beach, safe and sound in the shade protecting them of the harsh sun. They create poetry. The thing is, Taehyung can’t wait to get started on the poem he wants to write about Yoongi. They had thought—had thought of just hanging out, side by side, tease each other in their mother dialect and reminiscing about the place they were from. That had been that, and then it became about literature, and poems and they started reading—ended up writing.

The thing is, Taehyung wants to write about Yoongi. Wants to write about how utterly soft he is under the way he appears sometimes. Wants to write and sing and scream about his smooth edges and his big heart. The heart he wears on his sleeve, tries to hide because he’s just that fragile and—and could be broken if someone wasn’t careful enough. His hyung was all tough and dry sarcasm, but he was more than that, so much more.

He’s…he’s small. Really fucking small, and should be held with caution. It’s fine to tease him, he likes it, teases back. But not too much, because he’s sensible, sensible and fragile and terribly good at hiding his weaknesses. It’s scary because his little hyung has been hurt before—has been hurt countless of times, and they barely saw anything, had barely been able to help him. He’s really small, tiny, and everything he shows—it’s real, but there’s more he’s hiding, more of the things that make him seem like he was made of glass, the childishness he only showed from time to time.

Yoongi falls on his side, and Taehyung immediately tucks him under his arm. Cooes, inaudible and in awe, at how tiny his hyung looked under him, how utterly soft—how sweet. His strong, tough hyung folded like a kitten in his side and nearly purring in delight.

Taehyung’s—Taehyung’s gonna write about him, Taehyung’s going to breathe flowers and compliments on his darling little hyung; whisper odes to his heavenly being.

Yoongi sleeps like an angel. It’s…It’s a fact. People look—they look normal while they sleep, okay. Neutral or peaceful or, or just, you know, the sleeping face. Jimin fumbles with his thoughts, bites his lower lip and inches a bit closer to his hyung. He’s really—he really looks an angel. Utter peace crowns his expression, from the delicate tilt of his nose to the butterfly-like movement of his eyelashes and the rosy bow of his lips. He’s gorgeous, angelic, a delicate set of everything that is pretty and more than tempting. Jimin’s always at war. Tugged between the desire to express just how cute his hyung is, alongside with the need to—to tease the hell out of him until he mutters—

“Yah, Park Jimin—”

In the most drowsy, delectable way. Yoongi’s voice is laced with heavy sleepiness, his words slurred, and the tone of his voice adorably low. He hadn’t cursed at him today. Which was sad, Yoongi cursing at him wasn’t offensive at all—just another expression of how, of…of how darling he was.

Still, still. Jimin’s satisfied. Can’t stop himself from cooing and reaching over to poke at Yoongi’s puffy cheeks. They redden slowly, as Yoongi blinks, furrows his eyebrows and tries weakly to get away. It doesn’t work. His fingers kind of, just, clenches the sheet underneath him as he curls up a little bit more inward himself. Body a little cotton, with the way his legs are folded, as if he wanted to make himself as small as possible.

Such a cute, delightful baby.

Jimin reaches out again. This time, lets his hand glide on his hyung’s neck, caressing the soft skin, ripping kittenish noises from the little one who bats at his hands in displeasure. It’s—it’s really fucking adorable, and Jimin could never have enough. Naps with the older man as much as possible to wake up to this face. Puffed up and angelic and soft soft soft.

He rocks Yoongi back to sleep with little “baby hyung,” muttered in his ear, and Yoongi whines, but he ends up falling asleep again shortly after.

Jimin melts into a puddle of never-ending adoration.

Jungkook isn’t sure if anyone else noticed it. He entertains the thought and realizes that—that no, they couldn’t. Because Yoongi-hyung’s pretty discreet about it, because it’s mostly said so softly they don’t think about it twice, don’t look further on it. Jungkook thinks…Jungkook thinks Yoongi has some sort of, of praise kink. It makes his cheeks redden immediately, renders him impossible to look at his little hyung in the eyes before he calmed down, but he’s sure on it. Had started thinking about it at the fan-sign in Japan. When—when in the middle of nowhere, Namjoon-hyung had complimented Yoongi-hyung’s eyes. And, and his reaction had been adorable? Adorable and…and he had asked again, soft, “are they shining?” as if he wanted Namjoon to repeat it, to assure him that yes, yes, his eyes were pretty.

He thinks about it then, and can’t stop looking further into the matter. Can’t stop remembering all those times, of his hyung making sure that they were really complimenting him. Asking for attention, sometimes boldly, sometimes in those cute little gestures of his.

In the way he’d whine quietly, hands waving in the air and tapping softly whatever surface under him to call their attention. He didn’t shout. Couldn’t. Never raised his voice, ever. He was all about little noises and whines and a low voice asking for attention and pouting when he wasn’t receiving it.

Sometimes people asked Yoongi to act cute, and Jungkook was baffled because his hyung was already the cutest.

When they finish their piano lesson, Jungkook says—“hyung, hyung you’re so talented, thank you for teaching me. You’re so good,” and Yoongi, oh, his charming little hyung looks away. Bashful, pretty pale cheeks taking the pink color of the roses at dawn.

“Do you,” Yoongi mutters, plays with his hands before stilling and flushing harder. “do you really think so?”

Jungkook doesn’t have half the self-control of his hyungs. Leans close to the little man, and presses their lips together in a sweet kiss. It leaves Yoongi brighter than ever, eyelashes fluttering, and so goddamn cute. “yeah. You’re a good boy, hyung,”

The stars in Yoongi’s eyes shine just as brightly as the little specks of beauty in his delighted expression.

His hyung—his hyung’s a baby boy. The prettiest, sweetest of them all.

#Yoongi’s!! a baby!!#yoonie 💕#he really is guys dhsn #so soft and cute and )): baby )):#yoonjin 💓💫#Yoonseok ✨💖#Namgi 🌸🌹#Taegi 🌺💗#yoonmin 😭💗#Yoonkook 🤧❤️#I love my boys n I love my baby #yoongimagines

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kpopyourcherryy · 7 years

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A Sadist’s Paradise - pt.2

Genre; Smut

Length; 3,900+ words of pure smut

Kink(s); Daddy and Sir kink

Previously;

Yoongi bit his lip and grinned; he loved seeing you cry, seeing your tear stained face filled him with this near orgasm-inducing amount of ecstasy. “Let’s show them what-” He softly teased while lightly brushing the floggers vicious tails against your bare, abused flesh. “-a good little slut you are for Daddy, shall we babygirl?”

Though you wanted to say no, you just couldn’t find your voice. A stifled whimper flowed out of you as you peered up at him.

He had both phones in his hands and after a couple minutes, he turned to you with a huge smug grin across his face. “They’ll be here in ten minutes babygirl..” Yoongi’s pompous chuckle filled the room as he combed through his hair with his slender fingers.

Stalking close to your bound body once more, he ran his finger tips along the redden, bruising spots on your thighs. “Oh those are going to look so pretty, kitten..” He cooed as he knelt down to get a better look at them and your dripping heat.

Biting his lip, Yoongi moved his lips less than an inch away from the spot you wanted him to touch you the most. A needy whine escaped your lips as you tugged on your restraints, “D- Daddy.. please..”

Yoongi glared up at you while slightly separating your legs. “What baby?” He replied, nearing your aching core. “Do you want Daddy to touch you?” His warm breath brushed against you sending shivers down your spine.

You frantically nodded while trying your hardest to bring your hips closer to his lips, “Yes- Yes please, Daddy..”

Suddenly the sound of someone knocking on the door filled the house.

Your boyfriend smirked as he stood from his spot, and shrugged while picking up his beloved flogger.

SMACK!

The impact lit up your nerves, your hip stung as he landed the unforgiving tails on your flesh once more.

SMACK!

“Ahhh!” You yelped, throwing your head back slightly while tightly shutting your eyes as you rode through the pain. Tears formed in the outer corners of your eyes as you mentally prepped yourself for another vicious blow, but it never came.

Lifting your head, you opened your heavy lidded, teary eyes only to see Yoongi standing there with his arms crossed. A fiendish grin painted across his face as he began circling you, the pounding on the front door seemed to have grown louder and less patient than before. “Looks like Joonie and Jiminnie are getting impatient, huh kitten?”

You timidly nodded your head as he walked behind you, “Let’s not keep them waiting..” He whispered while pressing his plush lips against he nape of your neck. He landed another harsh, open palmed blow on your bum causing you to cry out once more. As he walked away, he turned back and lifted the corner of his mouth in a complacent half smile. “I’ll be back with our guests. Don’t go anywhere kitten..”

Less than five minutes later, Yoongi returned. He strutted back into the room with Namjoon and Jimin close behind.

“Yah, Hyung what were-..” Namjoon began, not noticing you until Jimin stared you with wide, startled eyes. Red flushed over both their faces as they couldn’t seem to tear their gazes away from your bare, bound, bruised body.

Jimin gulped as he watched Yoongi calmly walk over to you, placing himself beside you; snaking his arm around you waist. Your head hung low, frankly you were way to embarrassed to look at them, so you did the most you could to avoid eye contact with either of the men.

Your boyfriend, of course, noticed this. “Kitten.” Your petname flowed freely from his lips in a stern tone. A soft chuckle poured out of him as he moved in front of you then gently lifted your head, “Are you shy kitten? Huh, little girl..” He teased, his eyes staying locked with yours.

“Hyung! Wha-” Namjoon shouted in pure confusion, the younger man sighed as he looked all over the room while trying his hardest not to lay his eyes on you. “What the fuck!?”

Yoongi immediately turn, shooting a death glare at both men. Tilting his head, he scoffed as he zeroed in on the nervous wreck that was Namjoon, “Watch your fucking mouth while your in here, Joonie.” He growled his warning, bending down to pick his flogger up once more as he returned his attention to you.

“Head up, little girl.” He snarled, tapping your chin with his hand. “You try to look away from your Oppas, then it’ll just make it worse for you. Got it?”

Pressing your lips together, you nodded your head in silent agreement as you timidly looked over to both men.

SMACK!

The sound the flogger’s tails made against your thigh filled the room. “Ahh!” You whined as the burning radiated up your side.

Jimin and Namjoon looked at the sight in front of them with open mouths and widen eyes. “Hy- Hyung..” Jimin muttered out as his concern for your well being grew.

“Shut up.” Yoongi snarled while not even spared either of them a second glance, “Address me correctly kitten.” He coldly demanded as he began ghosting the vicious tails over your bruises.

“Yes- Yes, Daddy..” You whimpered, “Yes, Daddy- I understand..” The feeling of the leather against your sore flesh made your whole body tremble. You could feel your wetness begin to drip down your legs, “Daddy please touch me..”

Your sweet begging drew out soft laughter from your boyfriend, peering up at you with those darkened eyes of his; his lips curled up in a sly grin, “My little slut’s so eager huh guys?” He teased as he turned back to the still shook, silent men.

Both, Jimin and Namjoon seemed to have lost their voices. Neither them have ever seen this side of you, let alone seen you naked before. Jimin nodded, “Yes, Hyung..” He finally uttered softly, adjusting his hardened member in his tight pants.

Yoongi caught glimpse of this, raising a brow at the youngest man, “Is this turning you on, baby boy?”

A bright red flush painted Jimin’s cheeks as he softly nodded, “Yes..”

“Yes what?” Yoongi sternly replied, cocking his head to the side as he twirled his flogger in his hand.

Jimin peered up, his eyes locking with his hyung’s, “Yes, Sir..” He shyly mumbled.

A cocky grin sprawled against your boyfriend’s angelic face as he turned back to you, “Ready for Daddy’s game babygirl?” He asked while playfully tilting his head side to side.

“Yes, Daddy..” You weakly replied, nodding to the best of your ability. And with that, he wasted no time at all; he reached up and with one swift motion, he untied your restraints and quickly wrapping his arms around you before you could fall. “Let’s get you to the bed baby.” He tenderly cooed, running his fingers over your bare flesh before lifting you up in his arms.

As he lightly tossed you onto the mattress, he turned to Namjoon and Jimin, motioning for both men to come over to the two of you. “Sit right there..” Motioning towards the end of the bed while placing himself between your legs.

Both men comply, “Hyung..” Namjoon suddenly spoke up as he sat himself besides Jimin, “Why are we here?”

Yoongi scoffed and licked his lips as he rolled his eyes, “We’re going to play a game, I already told you.”

“But- But what game?” Jimin cut in while trying his hardest not to stare at your exposed body, “I don’t think..” He gulped, his cheeks blushing furiously, “I don’t think we should see your girlfriend like this..”

Your boyfriend suddenly began clapping as the younger man’s statement drew out a soft giggle. He looked back over to the shy maknae, “Really Jiminnie?” He asked with underlying sarcasm, “I know damn well you don’t really feel that way, so don’t try to lie to be little boy. I know how much both you and Joonie want her, I see the way you look at her- the way you both flirted back when she decided to act like a cheap slut.” He snarled, the playful glint in his eyes was replaced with this intimidating darkness.

Namjoon and Jimin’s eyes shot open as both men looked away from your boyfriend, there faces were practically as red as cherries, “I- We..” Namjoon began speaking, but his voice because meek as he attempted to spew out his apologies.

“Ah, ah- sh.” Yoongi breathed, bringing his finger to his plush lips to hush the overwhelmed men. “No need to apologize..” He snickered calmly, “But I still need to show you two- and my precious little girl- who she belongs to.” He cooed, running his long fingers up your parted thighs; sending needy shock waves throughout your wanting core. “So here’s the fun part..” He snickered, eyeing his dongsaengs up and down as he continued his gentle, torturous assault. “No playing with yourselves- or each other. I want you two little punks to watch me tease and fuck my little slut, okay?”

“But w- why?” Jimin asked timidly, trying his hardest to avoid eye contact while already squirming in his seat. Yoongi leaned over, tilting his head slightly as he glared at the younger man as he shook his head, “Were you not listening, Jiminnie?” Suddenly he quick;y reached out and gripped his lower jaw, forcing him to look up at him, “Because I saw the way you and little Joonie-” He snarled while glaring at Namjoon through his peripheral vision, “-flirted with MY little girl.. this is your punishment.” He growled, tightening his grip on Jimin’s jaw just before practically shoving his face away.

Your boyfriend then fixed his stance between your legs, opening them further as he shoved two of his long digits instead your drenched entrance. The slightly burn you felt as he stretched you out so well, drew out a loud shaky whine. “This is to show you two- that no matter how much you want her, you’ll NEVER have her like I do.” He growled, pumping his digits in you roughly- forcing more of your moans to fill the room.

Namjoon’s lip quivered as he inhaled deeply, practically hissing as he exhaled. His lust filled gazed fixated on the way your body convulsed as your boyfriend expertly toyed with your dripping cunt. “Shit..” He groaned, throwing his head back as the frustration he felt grew- his hardened member practically begging to be played with.

Yoongi didn’t spare him a glance, but smirked instead as he made sure to give both men a clear view of your glistening pussy earning harmonious groans from each men as their control seemed to slip between their fingers. A dark chuckle flowed freely from your boyfriend as he curled his fingers up into you; hitting you most sensitive spot forcing out another needy cry, “Are you guys gonna give up already? I didn’t even get to tell you what your prize is if you make it through this.”

“Prize?” Jimin weakly uttered, lifting his gaze from you up to his hyung.

“What did you think baby boy?” Your boyfriend asked, “Did you think I’d just send you two back home with nothing but blue balls and a pat on the back?” Both men stayed silent as Yoongi slightly teased them, “Aish, do you really think I’m that cruel?” He asked acting as if he was offended, “Well- I am, but that’s besides the point. If you both make it through this without touching yourself, each other- or cumming in your pants..” He chuckled, “You’ll get to use my little slut.”

Joon and Jimin turned to each other in obvious shock that Yoongi even considered sharing you. Namjoon turned back to him, “Really?” Combing his long, delicious fingers through his lilac hair, “What would happen if we..give in..?”

Yoongi almost ignored the younger man’s question as he continued his torturous teasing, “Don’t worry about that now, Joonie..” He cooed as he retracted his long digits from your cunt, bringing them up to your reddened lips, “Open baby girl- clean Daddy’s fingers off.” You weakly opened your mouth for him, tongue out and all- wrapping it around his fingers, drawing them deeper into your mouth as you sucked them clean.

Yoongi and the two men watched intently, your boyfriend gnawed at his lower lip as he began aching to be inside your pretty little mouth, “Fuck-” He groaned, hissing as his hardened member twitched in his jeans while slowly pulling his fingers out, “That’s my good girl.. always so good with that pretty mouth of yours.”

His sweet praise cause you to whimper in response, “Daddy..” You purred as he began tracing up and down your slit once again.

“Yes kitten?” He replied, slightly tilting his head as his darkened eyes fixated on your flower.

His gentle touch sent riled up the fire in your core, “I need more Daddy..” You whined, bucking your hips up slightly in a desperate move to receive the friction your heat so badly craved.

Kneeling down, Yoongi used his fingers to spread your lips wide open as he examined your slick cunt, “So, so pretty..” He cooed, inching closer and closer to your core. “Mmm..” He purred, inhaling your scent as he pressed his plush lips up against your inner thigh, kissing his way down. Switching to your other thigh, he peered up to the two men who sat there struggling with their self control. “She looks so good doesn’t she, boys?”

Jimin licked his plump, reddened lips as he sat there staring at the flower between your legs, the fact that he could practically smell your arousal from where he was sent his hormones wild. His cock painfully pressed against the fabric of his jeans as it ached to be inside you, “Ye- Yeah..” He shakily whimpered, nodding as he continued, “She really does Hyung. You’re so lucky to have such a beautiful little girl.”

“I know I am..” Yoongi smugly replied as he roughly pressed your hips down into the mattress then allowed his lips to ghost over your heat. Your lips quivered as a series of needy muffled whines flowed freely from them. You could feel your wetness dripping down as you flower ached for his attention. “Please Daddy, don’t tease anymore..”

Yoongi lifted his head at your needy plea, his dark eyes locked with yours, “What did I tell you before babygirl, huh?” He harshly questioned while looking back over to the hook that dangling from the ceiling and the rose gold ribbon he used to restrain you sprawled across the floor beneath it, “Do you wanna go back over there princess?” He snarled while pointing to it, “Do you want Daddy to punish you again?”

Frantically you shook your head, profusely apologizing while looking at him with your pleading eyes, “No Daddy, No..” You timidly began, “No I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to..”

“That’s strike one, little girl.” He sternly warned while holding up a finger, “Mess up again and I promise you I won’t let you get to strike three..Got it?”

With a timid nod, you whimpered a small, “Yes, Sir..” Letting him know you understood the consequences if you misbehaved again.

He took one of his fingers and gently began rubbing your sensitive, engorged clit; flicking it up and down while watching your face contort as your song-like moans filled the room once again.

Namjoon couldn’t take his eyes off you, “Fuck..” He growled as he combed his fingers through his hair, “God y/n..” He cooed as his eyes locked with yours while shaking his head, “Hyung, p-please I don’t know how much long I can take this..”

Yoongi shook his head, clicking his tongue as a small chuckled escaped him, “Now Joonie-” He smoothly replied, barely looking up at the younger man, continuing his sinful onslaught. “If you want to give in- then give in, but I can’t promise that you’ll like what’ll come next..” He snickered while pressing two of his digits back inside of you.

He sat there silent, nodding as he continued to watch his hyung toy with you. “Fuck..” Namjoon lowly growled in pure frustration as he adjusted his now painfully hard member, practically hissing at the sight of precum staining his grey joggers.

Your eyes fixated on the spot as your mouth hung open, moans and whimpers freely flowing from it. Yoongi, of course, caught eye of this. A small chuckle escaped him as he purred, “Mhmm, Kitten, I bet you want to go lap up his precum, huh babygirl?” He peered back over to the slightly younger man who was already so close to losing it, “I bet Joonie wouldn’t mind letting you have a taste, would you Joon?”

Namjoon furiously shook his head, “I definitely wouldn’t mind y/n..” He added, again adjusting his straining cock.

“Go on, kitten, go have a taste..” Yoongi cooed as he slowly retracted his fingers from you, lightly tapping your inner thigh. “But Joonie..” He suddenly added, “Only through your pants- if I see you even try to use that pretty mouth of hers, I’ll face fuck you, understand little boy?”

Weakly, you propped yourself up on all fours then crawled over to the wanting man. You rested your forearms on his thighs, putting your ass high up in the air; displaying your glistening folds for your beloved Daddy. Leaning down to his crotch, you peered up at his eager face, “Where do you want my mouth?” You tease, “Here?” You sweetly purred as your warm breath and lips grazed over his crotch.

A soft hiss escaped him as he resisted the urge to shove your face into his crotch, “Dont-” He spoke in a low growl, breathing heavily, “Don’t tease me y/n... please..”

With an innocent little giggle, you turned back to Yoongi, “Daddy, you hear that?” You asked sweetly, “Joonie’s begging me not to be a tease, should I listen to him?”

“Hmm..” Yoongi uttered, tapping his chin as if he were lost in thought. “I suggest you listen baby girl- he is your Oppa after all, and if you don’t listen..” His fingers grazed the round globes of your ass, slowly trailing down to your slit. “Daddy will have to punish you again kitten..”

Heeding his warning, you nodded obediently, “Yes, Sir..” You replied softly, your lips softly grazing against Namjoons clothed member. The soft relief filled gasp that flowed out of him sent chills down your spine, “Fuck, y/n..” He moaned, tenderly running his fingers through your hair. Your flattened your tongue, focusing your licking on the head of his cock. The precum that stained his pants coated your tongue, and you couldn’t help but to moan at the sweet saltiness that invaded your mouth.

“Holy shit.” Jimin suddenly groaned, his hands lightly grazed his cock as he intently watched your teasing assault on his hyung. “Hyung her mouth looks so pretty like that..” He cooed while peering over to your boyfriend.

A snickered escaped Yoongi’s lips as his fingers explore your wanting cunt once again, “You should see how she looks being face fucked..” He replied, leaning his lips over to your’s just before he licked a broad strip up your slit, “Mhmm, you always taste so sweet babygirl..” He purred, then motioned for Jimin to come a tad closer.

Yoongi dove his fingers inside you again, pumping them in and out of you for a bit before hold them up, “Come here, Jiminnie..” The younger man immediately moved closer, “Here, taste my princess..” He said softly, hovering his fingers on Jimin’s plush lips. Open his mouth, Jimin wrapped his lips around his fingers, groaning loudly as his sucked your essence off them. Slowly pulling away from his hyung’s digits, Jimin whimpered while biting his lower lip, “Mhmm..” He purred, “Strawberries..”

You could feel your cheeks turn bright pink as you heard Jimin’s sweet compliment while you continuous your tantalizing onslaught on Namjoon’s painfully hard cock. Peering up at the older man, Namjoon’s gaze fixated on you the entire time, not even looking away to watch Jimin taste you. “I bet you’d look so pretty with my dick your mouth y/n..” He hummed, licking his plush lips.

His lewd words ignited the flame in your core, you body ached to be fucked- but there was nothing you could do about it yet. Your lips curled up a bright smile as you put more pressure on his clothed member, lapping up the small amount of precum that soaked through the gray fabric. “Fuck, fuck..” He repeatedly his profanities as he bite his tongue, still fighting the urge to face fuck you right then and there.

“That’s enough.” Yoongi snickered, lightly patting your ass as Jimin licked his lips- moving back to his place beside Namjoon. “Come here, kitten..” He purred as he roughly gripped your hips, pulling you back onto his lap. His hands ran through your hair just before he threw you back down onto the mattress. Kneeling back down between your legs like before, he dove right into you. His plush lips wrapped around your sensitive clit sending bolts of electricity throughout your body.

“Hol- Holy fuck..” You loudly whined, your back automatically arching up off the bed as his tongue ran circles on your clit while he used his fingers to tease your entrance. Your mouth hung open as continuous moans pour out of you, your body wriggled as the rapid assault quickly became more than overwhelming.

Yoongi dove his tongue into your hole, pumping it back and forth- tongue fucking you until he felt your velvet begin to clamp down around him. Soon his moans harmonized with yours, as he inched you closer and closer to the abyss you so desperately craved.

“Daddy can I cum?” You weakly whined as you threw your head back into the mattress, your hands found their way to his hair; running your fingers through his silky, jet black hair. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, “I’m so fucking close..”

Stopping only to reply to you, Yoongi pressed his lips against your inner thigh as he nodded, “Cum for me baby..” He cooed, putting two fingers deep inside you again, curling them up in the perfect position to continuously his your most sensitive spot, Your almost throat tearing moans filled the room, “Show your Oppas how much Daddy makes you cum, kitten- show them how good he makes you feel.”

His words pushed you over the edge, your body tense as your moans became soft and airy. “F- Fu..” You breathed, as he continued finger fucking you- completely inhibiting your ability to even form simple words. You swore you could practically see the heavens as he toyed with you. Moments later, he slowed his pace- then gently pulled his cum coated fingers out of your hypersensitive cunt. “Look how messy my princess made my fingers.” He teased, enticing the younger men with your sweet cum. “Wanna taste, Joonie?”

Namjoon rapidly nodded, grabbing your boyfriends wrist- pulling his fingers into his mouth. The moment his pillow-y lips wrapped around his fingers, he moaned around them. “She’s so good, isn’t she hyung?” Jimin sweetly asked as he leaned over to you, brushing your hair away from your face- gently caressing your cheek. “Just as delicious as I thought she would be..” He shyly giggled, offering you a tender smile.

As his hyung licked your boyfriends fingers clean, finally removing them from his mouth; he gave his dongsaeng a soft nod, biting his lip as he still tasted your sweetness. “So fucking good..” He murmured.

“Don’t relax yet babies.” Yoongi snickers, shaking his head as he looked over your jaded body. He stood from his spot, then tenderly ran his hand up your stomach, hovering over you as he began toying with your pert nipples. He leaned down, placing an enticing feathery kiss on your collar bone and jaw, “Especially you, kitten. You ready for the real fun to start?”

To Be Continued~

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