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enluv · 10 months

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The Wedding Date

PAIRING! - jay park x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! - When invited to her younger sisters wedding in two weeks, Y/N L/N faces traveling alone back to Korea for the ceremony. While this seems bad enough, Heeseung, the man who left her with no explanation after four years of dating, happens to be the groom's best man. Determined to show everyone - most of all Heeseung - that her romantic life is as full and thrilling as ever, Y/N hires the ever so charming Jay Park as her date.

word count: 7.4K+!

warnings: angst, suggestive content - it’s implied and mentioned that reader & jay did the devils tango so please note this fic is16+ BUT it’s nothing crazy so just be warned, profanity, cheating, heeseung is super duper not cool in this tbh, lmk if I missed anything !!

genre(s): 16+!! - there are no descriptions of sexual acts but it is stated briefly so read at your own risk, rom-com, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, rent-a-boyfriend, & also slow burn romance but fast paced story

coco’s love note: this story is based on and inspired by the movie “the wedding date” some parts will be similar and depict similar instances while some will be different to fit the characters and the plots I’m writing for them! thank you so much & enjoy! (remember feedback & reblogs are always appreciated <3)

"You are cordially invited to the wedding of Park Sunghoon and L/N Soohee to celebrate their marriage this June 30th at three o'clock.”

The words on the wedding invitation make your eyes roll, it’s laughable. Knowing neither of you had talked in almost two years it was a wonder why Soohee had chosen to invite you to her wedding. Perhaps it was your mother, she'd always wanted her two girls to get along at some point, but that was easier said then done. Or maybe it was your stepfather? He'd always said you were his favorite, maybe he'd somehow convinced her to invite you. Attending the wedding wasn't what worried you the most though, it was the thought of showing up alone.

Sure you could show up flying solo and hope no one would bat an eye, but did you really want to put yourself through that? The millions of whispers thrown at you as you walk by with no one on your arm? Absolutely not.

That's what brings you here, on a hot summers day as you read the morning paper from the patio of your home. The ads all consist of different services, some are posted for models, some plumbers, even things like babysitting, but you're on the hunt for one thing and soon enough an ad catches your eye. It’s perfect. The ad reads -

"Rent-A-Boyfriend: Are you in need of a date? Want to keep your parents off your back? Need to brag to your friends? Have to keep the relatives at bay? Well look no further! Hire me, Jay Park, profesional boyfriend. I can be anything you need me to be for any occasion! Shoot me a text at XXX-XXX-XXXX or email me at [email protected]! Business inquiries only. Excited to date you soon!”

The ad had done its job and quickly enough you'd left Jay exactly seven different voice messages.

— YOU HAVE SEVEN VOICE MESSAGES, TO LISTEN: PLEASE PRESS NUMBER ONE.

VOICE MESSAGE #1 (9:17 PM):

"Errmmm...oh! It’s recording haha. Hello! This is Y/N L/N, umm so basically...oh um sorry I am so nervous haha. Okay so basically my name is Y/N and I need a date for my sisters wedding this month. Normally I'd have a date by now but I don't have the time to go out and date someone for two weeks and then force them to go to Korea with me ya know? So that's where I was hoping you'd come in! Oh shoot my time is running out...ummm okay give me a seco-"

VOICE MESSAGE #2 (9:23 PM):

"OH! HI! Sorry it cut me off last time haha oopsie! Anyways so basically the reason I need a date is because well basically I have this ex boyfriend his name is Heeseung and he kinda sorta dumped me like out of nowhere about two years ago. It was super sad but I was just like eh whatever dude. Then I came here to America haha not a good idea, anyways so yeah and he's gonna also be at that wedding because his best friend is actually the groom which makes him the best man and I can't-"

VOICE MESSAGE #3 (9:34 PM)

"Sorry cut off again but I can't show up alone it would be so embarrassing and we were engaged too by the way I don't know if I mentioned that already but yeah we dated for almost four years and he proposed to me and then boom just ended it so that's why I cannot by any means show up alone. Plus this is my baby sister that’s even more embarrassing, my younger sister getting married before me? Total loser moment."

VOICE MESSAGE #4 (10:45 PM):

"Sorry I forgot to give you details about the wedding lolz. It'll be in Korea, the countryside to be specific. It's on June 30th at 3pm at a wedding Chapel in the town we grew up in. We have to be there a week before. No worries though, l'II pay for our plane tickets. Since I'm the sister of the bride I have to do a lot of things with the bridal party and since you'll be my boyfriend you'd be doing things with the groomsmen. Sorry if that's too soon for you or if it doesn't work with your schedule, I'll pay you double I swear! I just really need this, need your help Jay."

VOICE MESSAGE #5 (11:38 PM):

"Um hi again, this'll be quick I promise. I just wanted you to know that if you can't do this it's okay! Thank you for your time. I really appreciate you.”

VOICE MESSAGE #6 (12:49 AM):

"Oh shit sorry this was an accidental dial. Have a good night haha! Sorry again!”

VOICE MESSAGE #7 (1:23 AM):

"Just give me a call back at XXX-XXX-XXXX if you do want to take the job and if not, no worries! I completely understand how last minute this may be. Have a good night Jay, sweet dreams."

— YOU HAVE ONE NEW VOICE MESSAGE: TO LISTEN PLEASE PRESS NUMBER ONE.

VOICE MESSAGE #1 (3:45 PM):

"Hey Y/N, this is Jay. I got your messages...all seven of them. No worries, I'd be happy to play your boyfriend at your sisters wedding, and about your ex, don’t even worry about him, we'll make sure he regrets his decision to ever leave you. You said we leave next week? Just send me the plane ticket and I'll be on that flight. See you soon Y/N, and don't worry too much, you've got this."

“Woah! Hottie in aisle three am I right?!”

“What are you talking about Sunoo, stop staring at the people riding our planes. It’s a long way back to Korea they don’t need you ogling them for all ten hours.”

“Excuse me but did you not say you’re waiting for your rent-a-boyfriend? Babes I think that’s him.” Sunoo points his perfectly manicured finger towards aisle three where a man dressed in black slacks and a white button up sits comfortably flipping through a book. His head turns up as he feels your eyes on him and a smile flashes across his face.

“Alright, go meet your hunk and sit down, we’re taking off soon anyway.”

You begrudgingly take a seat in front of him, if you’d known he’d be this attractive you’d definitely not have hired him.

“Are you Y/N L/N? Or am I completely wrong and making a fool out of myself?”

His voice is sweet, soft and husky, you turn slightly to face him and meet his soft eyes. No judgement is seen on his face.

“Hi! Yes I am Y/N, I’m assuming you’re Jay? Well you probably are haha, because I got you the seat behind me…okay so anyways hello!”

He laughs softly and nods his head, “Get some rest Y/N, we have a long week ahead of us. When we land let’s go find you a dress and talk business, that okay with you?” Your nod of confirmation has you both relaxed as you turn back around to do just as he said.

“How does this one look?”

“I think you look great in it, remember you’re beautiful and you’ve got a lot going for you. He’s gonna regret ever breaking up with you.”

“Ugh I can’t do it, I need to look good so no one asks me any kinds of questions!”

“Y/N I think you’re overthinking this a bit, just go with whichever dress makes you feel the most beautiful.”

“I think you look the best in the red one, uh personally speaking.” Jay eyes the boy cleaning the other dressing rooms and nods with a tight lipped smile.

“Hmm thanks kids, I’ll keep that in mind.” Pushing back in your eyes fall onto the hanging red dress.

“Alright so let’s talk business, we need a story. You’re the new temp at my job and we just started dating, let’s just say four months ago. You’re crazy about me and I asked you out because surprise surprise I’m also crazy about you too.”

He nods and gets up to leave the room but right as his hand reaches the doorknob you pull him back, closing the dressing room door.

“Here,” you shove an envelope into his hands, “count it. It’s six thousand even.”

Jay takes the envelope and begins putting it into his pocket but you insist he counts the money, he does so with an amused smile flashing across his face.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll pay for the expenses but if you ever want a piece of this,” he gestures to himself playfully, “we gotta talk money before anything happens.” Your scoff makes him chuckle, he’d only been kidding, he’d most definitely let you have him for free if you asked.

Jay takes in the venue of your sisters engagement party. It’s big enough to host more than fifty people, and it’s doing the job pretty well. He can tell you have a big family. From what you’d mentioned, your mom was Korean but moved to America for school and originally met your dad their but when he was out the picture she met your stepfather and the rest was history. Now your little sister, presumably the petite brunette eyeing you both now, was getting married to someone you’d both grown up with and his best man was you ex. Jay thinks your ex is a dumbass but he’s held his tongue on that thought knowing you’d probably get upset with him.

While he’d only known you for a few hours tops (not including your plane ride) he knew you were a kind person. You’d rambled to him about how you and your sister hadn’t spoke in two years yet here you were back at home to spend her wedding with her. He found it odd how you said yes to joining her bridal party activities but chose not to question you. He never understood sibling love much.

He watches as your sister runs towards you pulling you into a big hug, her smile never quite reaching her eyes but you’d never pick up on it if you weren’t paying close attention. He takes a note to ask you later why you two haven’t spoken in so long, but before he can gather his thoughts her voice breaks him out of it.

“So Y/N, who’s this? He’s cute…” her voice trails off and makes Jay internally cringe, it’s obvious she wants a reaction out of you.

He watches as you calmly turn towards him, resting an arm on his as you say, “This is Jay, he’s my boyfriend of four months. I decided I would take you up on that plus one offer!”

Momentarily your sisters eyes flash with what seems to be jealousy or maybe sadness, Jay can’t tell but he knows she looks anything but happy which is odd for someone about to marry the love of their life.

“Wow that’s great! How’d you two meet?”

“We met at work. I thought she was the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen in my life so I told her. She asked me out right after and the rest is history.” He pulls you closer and pecks your temple once he’s done answering. He knows just how to push buttons, especially with people like your sister.

At that very moment Park Sunghoon, your childhood best friend and sisters fiancé walks over pulling Soohee into a sloppy kiss, Jay notes he seems tipsy and excited about something. He watches your sisters demeanor change in an instant the minute Sunghoon walks over.

“Woah Y/N it’s been too long, I’ve missed my best friend, you have to visit more often seriously.”

“Oh I’m Park Sunghoon, Soohee’s fiancé and Y/N’s friend, we haven’t met before but I’m happy to see Y/N has someone to put a smile on her face.” His smile is captivating and contagious. Sunghoon seems like a nice enough guy in Jay’s eyes.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Jay leans over and offers a hand. “I’m Jay, Y/N’s boyfriend. She told me you invited me to join in on the groomsmen activities, thanks a lot I’m excited.”

“Of course! Any friend of hers is a friend of mine. Let me get your number and I’ll add you to the groupchat, we start soon so just be ready.” With the promise to text soon Sunghoon and Soohee are quickly whisked away leaving Jay with Y/N.

“Your sister seems…nice…”

Y/N can’t hide her laugh as she straightens her dress out, “Mhm love her to death but she can be a lot, now if you’ll excuse me I need to pee, I’ve had way too many drinks! Wait for me here.”

When exiting the bathroom you never thought you’d run into Lee Heeseung here of all places. It seemed as if lady luck was anywhere but on your side, as you watch him emerge from the door next to the same one you’d just came out of, his eyes grow wide as he spots you, quickly making his way towards you.

“Holy shit, Y/N! I was hoping I would see you here! You look beautiful as always.”

Your hearts beats as you look up towards him. It’d been almost a year since you’d last saw Lee Heeseung. He’d broken your heart in all of five minutes over the phone after spending a week in America with you. It was heart wrenching and soul crushing but you’d healed…or so you thought. Seeing Heeseung again was like ripping off a bandaid on a newly fresh wound. Heart begging to be held by him once more you knew immediately you had to find a way away from him and fast.

Thankfully just as you’d pulled away from his arms up ran your old friend Karina. She’d been someone you’d hung out with in high school and always called you up whenever you visited Seoul. Her squeals of excitement and hands pulling you into a hug helped with the longing to be next to Heeseung again. She looked towards him with hostility and popped the question right there in front of him.

“Y/N I’ve missed you so much! AH! Who’s the hottie you brought with you? Rumor has it he’s your new boyfriend…you tell me though, wanna hear it straight from the source herself.”

At this Heeseung’s head perks up from his previous gaze at the floor. He’s expecting to hear an answer, it’s obvious in the way his eyes stay on you.

“Oh. Um yeah. He’s actually my boyfriend. His name is Jay and we met at work. He’s the sweetest, you have to meet him! I’ll introduce you two soon.” Once again Karina’s squeals fill the air and Heeseung waves goodbye as she tugs you towards where Jay stands surrounded by your aunties. They seem to be enjoying the compliments he throws at them and you laugh quietly as you listen in on his conversations with them.

Jay watches as you stop to talk to someone by the doors of the bathroom, he contemplates walking over to you but decides to stop himself. He isn’t here to protect you, you can do that all on your own, he’s just here to provide some comfort in a stressful situation. His peaceful time of watching you is quickly interrupted when your aunties come over and preoccupy him. He’s done this before and is quick to play the best boyfriend he can be.

As soon as you walk over you’re pulled away by your aunties (much to his dismay) so Jay sets off to find something to keep himself busy. He soon spots the same man you were talking to earlier out on the balcony alone and decides to talk to him, he seems upset, might as well do something while you’re gone.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jay asks walking over swiftly to the man and smiling down at him.

“Oh. Uh. I guess it can’t get any worse than this. There’s this girl who I care about a lot,” he pauses to look back inside and Jay follows his gazes to where you sit with your sister and friend from before and his mind begins to turn, “I guess you could say I love her but of course with my luck, she’s here with some other guy.”

Jay lets out a low whistle and begins to talk but before he can process the situation you’re asking him if he’s okay and giving him a kiss on the lips, it leaves him dazed.

“Hey Y/N.” Heeseung says once quietly.

“Hey Y/N.” He repeats, this time louder than before.

Jay has a sudden realization as he looks back up at Heeseung, this is your ex, the same ex who broke your heart and the reason you hired him to be here.

“Oh hey Hee! Jay, this is Heeseung, he’s my ex.”

“Ah that’s why you looked a bit familiar.”

“What were you two talking about?”

“We were just-” Heeseung begins to talk but Jay cuts him off.

“I was telling him how we met.”

Heeseung nods frantically and stands tall again, he nervously grabs his cup and smiles, “I should head back inside, I’ll see you two later.”

“Did you see his face? Omg he looked so freaked out!”

“Mhm, and he told me he’s still head over heels in love with a girl he cares about a lot.”

Y/N’s bright smile bubbled up a feeling in Jay’s chest, but he shook it off as quickly as it came.

“Let’s get going pretty girl, I still need to meet your parents.”

Your house is huge, and yeah sure Jay is used to big houses, he grew up comfortably so houses around him were on the bigger side, but this house - your house is massive. He’s in awe as you stumble threw the front door hand in hand. A woman who looks just like you approaches speaking so quickly that Jay misses her question, but thankfully you’re quick to answer it.

“Hi mom. This is Jay,” a silent pause ensues after you reveal who he is to her.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Jay, sorry we don’t have a spare room for you. We weren’t exactly expecting you, Y/N has never really brought you up.” Jay can tell immediately who your sister takes after.

“No worries ma’am, I can just stay with Y/N.”

“Oh sorry my mom has this thing against boys sleeping with girl-”

Your mothers scoff cuts you off, her head shaking slowly, “Nonsense Y/N, you’re an adult. I know you two sleep together it’s normal, he’ll stay with you.”

You nod back at her wide eyed, and just as you’re about to speak a man pops up next to your mother, this time Jay does know who he is. Your lock-screen holds a picture of you two at a concert and you’d pointed out exactly who your stepfather was to him immediately. He waves a quick hello at Jay and pecks your temple, but he’s quick to whisks your mother away sending you a wink. Once you’ve made it to your room it’s almost midnight and both of you are exhausted from traveling and the party.

“Y/N, I’m gonna go ahead and shower, could you hand me my shampoo? I forgot to grab it and I’m already in.”

“Huh? Oh! Shampoo right…yeah of course I’ll get it right now.” Trudging over to Jay was easy, avoiding looking at the almost see-through shower curtain covering him was completely different. He smiles once you hand over the shampoo and goes back to humming along to a song stuck in his head.

“Hey Jay, what’s your story, like how did you get into rent-a-boyfriend?” You ask him taking a seat on the lid of the toilet.

“Well I’m an only child and my parents where always busy, grew up with very little friends and I was very protected at that. I like to think I was the weird kid who ate glue…anyways once I got my much needed glow up I didn’t know what to do with myself so I just started messing around. Clubbing, drinking, sex, all of that you know. Anyways my friend Jake found rent-a-boyfriend,” he steps out of the shower and stands directly in front of you, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, “and the rest is history.” He sends you a smirk before reaching for his phone sitting next to you on the counter, giving you the perfect view of his toned chest.

“Whatever, so what you just agreed to be a fake boyfriend like that?”

“Mhm, I trust Jake with my life he’s my best friend, dude would never sign me up for something that he knew I’d hate. Now come on it’s time for bed.”

The next day wedding activities start quickly, your sister has a day planned full for the groomsmen and bridesmaids. Things ranging from kickball (which Jay seems to be very good at and just so happens to beat Heeseung’s team in) to separate bachelor and bachelorette parties.

Both parties go great, with both you and Jay enjoying yourselves equally, but if you’d asked the other you’d both say all you wanted to do was go back home and see each other. It was an odd realization knowing you’d feel better at home with Jay, a mere stranger in your eyes.

“Y/N! Ugh I’ve been looking all over for you! I missed you so much, you really suck for not visiting more. I know we’re half sisters but I love you!! I missed you so freaking much,” Soohee slurs her words into your ear as she pulls you into a suffocating hug. You nod uncomfortably and hug her back, patting her on the back as she signals the bartender for more drinks. Just from the way she stares at you, you know the night is going to be long.

On Jay’s end of things he’s forced to take home a very drunk Sunghoon, who now seems more like a friend then a stranger. Earlier he’d over heard Heeseung telling Sunghoon about how he didn’t trust him, and while normally Jay didn’t care much for how people saw him, Heeseung really irked him. Yet here he was now, helping his best friend stumble home after their night out.

“Don’t tell Heeseung I said this, but Y/N looks way more happy with you then she ever did with him. I mean don’t get me wrong he’s my best friend and I’d literally die for him but the way she smiles at you is so different from any way she’s ever looked at him. I heard you the other day, telling her she was strong and could face everyone again. I was standing next to the door you two were by, anyways yeah Heeseung would have never done that. I love that idiot to death but the second he decided to break things off with her was the second he lost a really great person. You’re lucky Jay, can you just please keep her happy?”

Jay nods at him and Sunghoon sends him a grin, he walks up the steps to his house and waves a final goodbye back to him. Sunghoon’s words play in Jay’s head like a turntable, were you really happy with him? Did he seriously make you happy? Giddiness spread through him as he made his way back to your home only a couple doors down, ready to see you for the night.

Walking back into your bedroom and seeing Jay laid out reading a book half naked was a sight you’d never get tired of. He looked up at you taking in your figure and smiled.

“How was your night pretty?” The low gruffness of his voice sent shivers down your spine as you walked closer, watching as he sat up to meet your eyes.

“Something on your mind?” He asks quietly taking your hands in his.

“I’m going to do something, and if you don’t want it just tell me no, okay?” Jay nods with curiosity in his eyes.

His eyes widen as you straddle his lap, kissing him softly. He wasn’t expecting that, but he’s not complaining, soon enough he’s kissing back and you’re both rushing to undress one another, Jay more than you.

The night ended far too quickly and as you wake up with a snug arm wrapped around you, the memories of last night come flooding back in. You’d had sex with Jay, your rented boyfriend for the week, but it seemed neither of you minded it much, both eager to be together last night. A smile forms across your face as you move to stand only to be stopped by his arm tightening around your waist.

You both stumble downstairs hand in hand, running into both your parents. Your father stares at you two and wishes you a good morning, but your mother seems to sense something is different with you both. She sets down her coffee mug and calls for your cook to make breakfast. Jay is quick to make you your morning tea. He remembers how much you hate coffee.

After the dance class your sister plans for both parties, you’re left walking around a park with Jay. He can sense something is off as you slip your hand away from his grasp.

“Y/N are you okay?”

“Do you regret last night?”

You both speak at the same time, laughing awkwardly as you gesture for one another to speak first.

“I don’t regret last night Y/N,” he pauses to grab your hand, “I actually enjoyed it very much.” His laugh fills the tension filled air between you two.

“Are you sure? I can seriously pay you if that’s what you want I mean-” a tug at your wrist stops you from finishing, Jay shakes his head at you.

“Y/N you’re a beautiful idiot,” he sighs pulling you closer, “I was joking about paying me, and if you must know I’ve never slept with a client, ever.”

“Then why did you sleep with me? Oh god did I take advantage of you in a drunken state? Oh my god Jay.”

“No you idiot, I did it because I’m attracted to you, and you’re attracted to me, we’re two consenting adults who find one another attractive so we acted on it, that’s all.”

You nod at his words, still not fully agreeing with him but there wasn’t any other explanation, you were attracted to him so just as he said, you’d acted on it, that was all.

You two spend the day getting to know one another even more, Jay tells you his likes and dislikes, mother and fathers name, how he met Jake, and more. You spend hours talking before falling asleep cuddled up on your bed, tomorrow you both had to be up early for Soohee’s final days of wedding activities, starting with a nice family get together at your parents lake house.

What happens the next day is not something Jay ever wanted to deal with. As he watches you twirl around with your friends and run through the field chasing Sunghoon surrounding the lake behind your parents house, his insides churn at the thought of what he just witnessed. Not even an hour before Jay had actually gotten your fathers approval, he sat him down and they talked for an hour, he’d told Jay the story of his first time being introduced to you as his wife’s daughter and immediately knowing you’d be someone special in his life. He recounted how not a day went by where he didn’t worry about you alone in America but when you had showed up with him, Jay, on your arm his worries dwindled at the loving looks Jay sent your way.

This was not fun anymore, the angel and devil perched on his shoulders were fighting over what to do with the information he’d learned. Either he tell you and hurt you, or he could keep it to himself and just pretend he never knew a thing. The latter sounded perfect in his mind.

“And well sometimes we find the best thing for us and you know that’s not the best thing for others, so you have to do what’s best for you as a person you know and so that’s why we as humans always pick what’s best for us, we’re pretty selfish if you think about it really.”

Looking anywhere but Heeseung you’d spotted Jay, he smiled and waved you over, quickly bidding Heeseung and his odd dialogue a goodbye you’d ran straight towards an awaiting Jay.

“You seem to be very popular today Mr.Park. First my dad and just now my mom? Something tells me they like you.”

His chuckle sends butterflies through your stomach, “Yeah they said they’re excited to welcome me to the family, something about you having a terrible ex who wasted your time for four years? Your moms words, not mine.”

“She hates his guts, glad she likes you though.”

He smiles leaning in to peck your lips, “Yeah I’m glad she likes me too, kinda plan on staying for a bit.”

“Hey lovebirds, we’re taking pictures, come here!”

The next day, is the day before the wedding and it’s just as packed as all the other days but this time it’s filled with anxiety, Soohee and Sunghoon are buzzing with anxious excitement, your parents are terrified for tomorrow and everyone is sitting anxiously awaiting to give their toast.

Soohee wanted a closed family rehearsal dinner so they’d decided today would be the day to do it.

Jay sits next to you with his left hand rubbing your thigh, he listens as your mother recounts how you and Soohee fought over a boy when you were in both in grade school, she theorizes that’s why you two have a hard time getting along. Everyone laughs at the stories spewing from both your parents, the atmosphere is almost perfect. Perfect however, does not exist within this realm of people.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna go get more wine, don’t miss me too much.” You whisper to Jay standing and walking off towards the wine cellar.

A pair of footsteps catches your attention and when you turn around you spot Heeseung.

“I feel like I owe you an explanation.”

“Heeseung, relax. It’s fine. I promise.”

“I just feel like I should tell you that, god this is so fucking hard.”

“Did you know, I actually brought Jay to make you jealous, to torture you for the week, but then I don’t know, something happened and now I’m just so freaking happy with him. He makes me so happy honestly, and if we’re being honest Hee, I am so tired of this, of me and you. I’m ready to move on for good so let’s just go back upstairs and enjoy the rest of the evening.”

The weight on your shoulders feels lifted, you’d been wanting to finally feel free from Heeseung for months now and finally you were able to do it. Finally you could be happy and be with-

“I slept with Soohee, Y/n. I slept with your sister and I think I’m in love with her. It was two years ago, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, that’s why I broke up with you, and then after we broke up we keep sleeping with each other for a few months. We stopped because of you, we knew it was wrong.”

“Can you please say something Y/N. Please just say anything please.” His pleas pierced your ears.

The wine cellar had begun to spin, the second he’d first told you, the room went dark and you couldn’t breathe properly. What the fuck just happened. Heeseung and Soohee slept together? He had cheated on you with your sister? He was in love with her.

Walking out the cellar Heeseung followed quickly behind, soon enough you’d made it back outside to the dinning area, Karina spotted you two and smiled wide but it soon dropped at your demeanor.

“Oh my god he told you didn’t he.”

“You knew?”

“Y/N I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry Y/N.”

“You sound just like him.”

“I promise it’s not like that Y/N-“

“Y/N?” Soohee’s voice pierces through the air around you and you know she knows what’s happening.

“Y/N please listen to me,” she tries resting her hand on your shoulder but you push her off, “Y/N please don’t say anything to Sunghoon. Please, I’m begging you.”

Strong arms pull you into them and you’re quick to hug him back. Jay feels like a breath of fresh air in the seemingly smog filled venue.

“I can’t believe you told her!” Soohee shouts as Jay stills in your arms and your world crashes all over again.

Jay watches as you take a step away from him, pushing him towards the others who’d betrayed your trust. His heart aches at the look you send him, he knows he’s fucked up, he’s fucked up really bad.

He chases after you as you walk away from the venue, he needs to make things right.

After the talk with your dad, Jay realized he’d forgotten the sun hat you’d asked him to bring outside for you so he trudged back inside to grab it but loud arguing distracted him. Being the gentleman he was, Jake liked to call him that at least, he walked over to the room to see what was happening and standing before him he saw Soohee and Heeseung. The arguing continued as he stepped into view of them.

“I love you Soohee, I miss us, I miss you.”

“Heeseung no. I love Sunghoon, we slept together for a few months but that is all it ever was. I am getting married to Sunghoon, your best friend.”

“You don’t think I know that? It kills me to see you with him!”

Jay is left speechless, your ex Heeseung and your very own sister, had slept together. He had to get away from them both, now.

“Jay? How long have you been standing there.” Soohee’s voice broke him out his thoughts and when he looked back up Heeseung was gone.

“I don’t know what you heard but it’s in the past Jay, it’s not important anymore, please just stay out of it, it doesn’t involve you.” She pushes past him out the door he’s standing next to. Jay is left wondering what to do with the information he’s just been presented..

“You knew and you didn’t tell me? How could you do that to me Jay?”

“What did you want me to say? It’s harder than it seems Y/N.”

“You lied to me. But I guess I should have expected that since that’s what you do. That’s who you are Jay, you’re a liar.”

“Really Y/N? Should I remind you that you hired me. You hired me to be your boyfriend, you’re paying me.”

“You’re right. I paid six thousand dollars for a lie and in the end I’m the only one coming out a fucking fool.”

“Hate me all you want Y/N, but it’s time you get over this Heeseung thing, you’re dragging it out, maybe now though, once you move on from Heeseung, you can cry over our relationship long enough and let it ruin your next one too.”

“Y/N? I came to say thank you for not outing me to Sunghoon today. I’m going to tell him, I just don’t want to tell him the night before our wedding.”

“You’re smart Soohee, telling him after the wedding allows you to trap him, because you know the minute he finds out you fucked his best friend repeatedly behind his back he’ll want to leave, but he won’t be able to because he’s married to you.”

“Don’t worry Soohee, your wedding tomorrow will be perfect. I’ll smile for the camera and keep my mouth shut but after tomorrow I never want to see or speak to you again. I hope you have a happy marriage built on the lies you created. Sunghoon deserves better then you’ll ever be able to give him.” Soohee’s quiet sobs lessen as she leaves the room. Finally you had some peace.

The day of the wedding felt like a blur, you’d woken up early to get your hair and makeup done, smiling when needed and laughing at whatever the bridal party said. It felt like you were a shell of nothing in your own body. Soohee tossed glance after glance at you, looking away quickly when you’d catch her. She’d never been one to like when people were upset with her and you knew it was driving her crazy to not know what you were thinking. Truth be told at any moment you could call up Sunghoon and tell him the truth, but a voice of reason seemed to still be lingering in your mind and it made you hope she’d do the right thing, tell him before the wedding continued, yet so far it didn’t seem like she’d be doing that.

Everyone rushed around the wedding chapel to get things in order, photographers and other vendors Soohee had hired ran around finding their places to make sure the day went as planned but the nerves in her stomach just wouldn’t go away. The echo of your words rattled in her mind, would she really be trapping Sunghoon? She knew if it were her, she’d want an out. She cursed you in her head as she made the decision to do the right thing, he deserved to know at least. Hopefully he’d be able to forgive her, hopefully he still wanted her.

Jay thinks whatever god is looking down on him right now is probably laughing his ass off at his suffering. He knows he shouldn’t have snapped back at you, especially not with the state of mind you had been in. It fucking broke him to hear your sobs as he turned away from you. On top of all that, now he was just going to up and leave you. He’d bought a plane ticket back home last night after talking to Sunghoon. He didn’t spill any descriptive details, and had told him a less intense version of your fight. Sunghoon laughed in his face and told him he was just in love. Jay told him to fuck off and shut up.

As he drove down the roads of the rural Korean countryside, thoughts filled his mind. He brought the car to a stop and contemplated what to do. On one hand, he had a plane ticket and his suitcases packed to go back home right now but on the other, all he had to do was turn around, pray you’d forgive him, apologize, and admit that Sunghoon was right.

Pulling him from his thoughts was the man himself, speak of the devil and he shall appear apparently. Jay looked up to find Sunghoon chasing after a very scared looking Heeseung. Someone had finally told him then, that was good. He watched as Sunghoon tackled Heeseung and they rolled down a hill. Heeseung escaped and continued running, never looking back. Sunghoon on the other hand stopped to catch his breath, catching sight of Jay in his car. He waved him down and hopped into the seat next to him.

“I love Soohee, I really do. I’m going to forgive her, she said they slept together before we officially got together and it stopped once I asked her out. I just wanted to beat his ass because he hurt Y/N.”

Jay nodded as Sunghoon rambled on about how insane Heeseung was for ever doing what he did to you. He blamed them both but he could only poor his anger out on Heeseung right now.

“Do you think I’m crazy for taking her back? For still wanting to marry her?”

“No, you love her, anyone can see. I think she’s obviously sorry, she could have not told you and just made you marry her but she gave you a choice and came clean. When you love someone you have that kind of courage, and you let others dictate your life for you even if one of the outcomes could ruin you forever.” As Jay spoke aloud to Sunghoon reality set in, he needed to go back to you, to apologize for his mistakes, to show you he loved you and accepted you and anything you decided he was worthy of having.

“Looks like we’ve got a wedding to go back to then, and I’m out a best man so what do ya say?”

Jay smiled and nodded at Sunghoon.

“Hell yeah man, let’s go.”

Seeing you again felt surreal, it made Jay’s heart beat a million times per minute. You looked gorgeous in the bridesmaids dress Soohee had picked for you, your hair beautifully styled to perfectly match you. Jay had never felt this happy, he’d never felt so excited to do something.

As Sunghoon had ran past you, Jay jogged up to you, pulling you into a kiss, he’d been wanting to kiss you again for so long, he melted within the first second of it.

“God Y/N, you have no idea how fucking sorry I am, I love you and I should have told you about Heeseung and Soohee, I just couldn’t bring myself to break your heart. I never want to be the one to hurt you, I love you so damn much, I’d rather give you up then hurt you. I know it hasn’t been long but I feel like we’ve known each other for years. I want to take you on a date, a real one, and I want to be your boyfriend, your real boyfriend, not one you rented for a week, and I need you to know that I’ll take anything you want to give me, I didn’t mean what I said yesterday, you didn’t ruin anything. Hell I’m the one ruining things. I just need you to know I care about you.”

“I realized today that I could never do what I did without you this past week. You are quite literally the best fake boyfriend anyone could ask for. I want to have you to myself Jay, don’t want to share you with anyone else, I’m done sharing. I want you to be mine, but really mine, not for a week, for a lifetime.”

“Glad we’re on the same page beautiful. We can talk more when we have the time but right now we have to head inside, I’m sorta the best man.”

Epilogue

Jay has you pressed against his kitchen counter attacking your neck when banging on his apartment door brings you both out of the lovestruck trance you’re currently in.

“Open up you fucker!”

Jay rolls his eyes at the voice clearly recognizing it immediately, but as he goes to open the door it flies open, hitting the back wall.

“Why’d you quit rent-a-boyfriend? Bro you were literally number one! I know I said I wanted to steal it from you but I didn’t mean that way idiot.”

“You can ask her why I deleted it.” He replies, pointing towards your direction.

Now standing and properly dressed, you wave at the man before you, he seems just as confused as you are.

“Pretty girl, this is my best friend Jake, and Jake this is my girlfriend Y/N.” A smile spreads across Jake’s face and he’s quick to pull you into a hug.

“Oh dude! You should have just said that! I see why now, what a dog! She’s way to pretty for you by the way.”

“Thanks Jake, I know I am but he’s a good kisser so I keep him around.”

“I like her already! Wanna go get some lunch? On me of course to celebrate you finding a girl who actually likes you and isn’t paying you to date her.”

“Deal, but just so you know, I did pay him to date me. Not anymore though.”

Jake’s mouth hangs open as you walk past him to grab your shoes, he’s astonished that someone as gorgeous as you needed to pay for a date. Jay sends him a look and promises to explain at lunch as he chases after you.

Jake would never admit it out loud but he’s happy Jay’s finally found someone to make him happy and the smile on your faces just shows him how right you are for one another.

Three years later he’s proven right as he opens up the envelope addressed to him. It’s an invitation that reads –

“You are happily invited to the wedding of Jay Park and Y/N L/N on the 31st of October, at three o’clock. Please join them for this amazing celebration!”

coco’s love note: ahhh and that’s a wrap on the wedding date! I really hope you all enjoyed it, honestly it was really fun to write especially coming up with things to fit the characters I chose for this fic in specific :) it was hard making heeseung the bad ex but he was the perfect fit 😭 and i love jay being the ml like he’s perfect for rom-coms!! anyways, I hope you enjoyed this fic and as always, feedback & reblogs are always appreciated <3

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allaboutthebooz · 10 months

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Come Over

Summary: Bucky can't seem to let go

Pairing: Bucky x reader

A/n: Oh look. I've come out of my once a year slumber to grace you with my undeserving presence and I will leave you with the tasty angst. It will be a one-shot, I'm sorry. Don't hate me too much.

"Come over." The two words that light up your phone, briefly illuminating your dark bedroom at one o'clock in the morning. You had spent the past few hours tossing and turning. You just couldn't seem to shut your brain off and apparently neither could he.

He always seemed to know when you were having a hard time sleeping. He also knew exactly what you needed. A way to relax.

The only problem was that you both agreed to not keep doing this. Things weren't easy when you were together, almost toxic really.

Constant screaming matches that would always lead to tears and clothes being tossed around the apartment. To him moving agonizingly slow inside of you. Him whispering his love and apologies in your ear while you whimpered and moved to meet his thrusts just the way he liked. Accepting the affection while it lasts, knowing it would happen again.

When things finally ended with you packing your things and leaving the spare key on the counter, you swore to never allow yourself to be caught up in his game of push and pull again.

You were devastated to leave him, but knew it was the only way things would change. He made it so difficult to stay away though. One text or call and one of you would be at the other's door.

Your friends always questioned why you kept crawling back to him and no matter how much explaining you tried to do, they just wouldn't leave it alone. You would go on the dates they would arrange for you, but you always found yourself in his bed after the guys would drop you off.

You laid in bed a few more minutes trying to decide if you should ignore him or give in the slight tug behind your navel. You had just thrown your covers off of you, when your phone began to ring. Without looking at the Caller ID, you answer.

"Hello?"

"I was worried you were actually asleep for once." His rough voice making your insides melt.

You release a slight chuckle. "No I was just debating if this was a good idea."

"It's always a good idea." You could hear the smile in his voice.

You sigh. "Is it though? We're supposed to be moving on, Buck. How am I supposed to move on when you won't let me?"

"Who says I want you to move on?"

"I don't know. The gazillion fights we've had. The constant screaming at each other. The constant tears I've shed. I can keep going. We're not good for each other."

He's quiet for a moment. You can tell he's going through the memories of you two together. "That doesn't mean we're good for anyone else."

"You don't know that, James."

"Yes, I do. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were it for me. No matter what we've gone through. You're still the one I want in my arms at the end of the day."

"The only thing we're good at together, is fucking each other and you know that's not good enough."

"That doesn't mean I want you to move on. I will never stop loving you."

You heart clenches. "Maybe you should."

He pauses. "Do you want me to?"

Your breath catches in your throat. It wasn't all bad. Aside from the sex, you two were capable of laughing and being completely in love. You remember how he would hold you close when you were out with your friends. How he would come up behind you when you were cooking and just wrap himself around you. How he would take you to your favorite meadow and you would sprawl out on a blanket, while he would just look at you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him.

How he would tuck your hair behind your ears and kiss you so gently that you felt like you would float away. How he would hum his favorite songs while he got ready for work and you laid in bed watching him. His ice blue eyes, taking in every inch of you when you would sit on the couch reading.

"No I don't." You whisper.

"Then get your ass over here and let me show you just how much I love you."

Tears prick your eyes. "I don't think I should, Bucky."

"Come on, babe." He pleads gently. "I love you so much. Things can be so different this time. I can stop hurting you."

"You say this every time. How do I know that things won't be the same?"

"You have to trust me. The only way to know is for me to prove it to you." You can hear the desperation growing inside of him.

You shake your head. "I don't know, Buck."

"Then let me come to you." He begs. "Please, Y/N."

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whitneysgang2019 · 9 months

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Some Alone Time

Shinjiro Aragaki x AFAB Reader SMUT

Hello my lovelies, this story is pretty simple as far as plot goes, this takes place during the time you spend with Shinjiro when you max out his social link in the game Persona 3 Portable *I've never played P3P so if I get some things wrong plot wise I'm sorry*. There will be direct dialogue from the game for the romance scene. The reader is afab, so fem anatomy *I'm not good for writing much else and I'm sorry* All participants are aged up for the sake of the story. This is a smutty one so minors please walk away. This story was requested by the lovely @nutmeg030. I hope you enjoy my dear.

WARNINGS: 18+, Minors DNI, SPOILERS, friends to lovers, established relationship right before smut, no real plot just porn lol, slight angst, domination, hickeys/markings, soft foreplay, fondling, clothed genital stimulation, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, Shinjiro trying to be gentle but fails and is a rough boi, rough sex, praise, cum on body, cute cuddly shit.

When you walked into the lounge, it was particularly empty that night, it was you and few other students lingering around from what you could see. The atmosphere was dull, deary, and damned near boring. The few students that were there were either reading their texts books or conversing over a light meal from the kitchen. Some of them being friends from your group hanging out after the long day. You gave them a little wave as you passed by, making your way towards the back.

Most of the other students headed back to their rooms earlier that night, by the time nine o'clock rolled around. Either to get some studying in or pass out after a day of long, grueling classes. And by the time ten thirty would roll around the dormitory would be dead and silent, like a ghost town.

But not you, that was usually the time you'd meet up with a dear friend from your group, Shinjiro. You didn't really get to see him much during the day other than when you'd attend classes or battle against shadows with him and the rest of your group. That time of night was when you'd actually get to spend time with him, to learn about his personality and his interests outside of all formalities of the group. He seemed cold and gruff when you two first started hanging out, often just wanting to be left alone and attempting to push you away. But over time he began to gradually open up and you had grown incredibly fond of the mysterious, dark haired man. Learning about his traumatic history involving some of the others students, all his interests, and his funny little quirks as well as his personality made you feel something you've never really experienced with anyone else.

You adored all of your friends immensely, there wasn't any doubt about that, but with Shinjiro it was something a little different, something a little deeper. Having broken down his tough, gruff exterior and revealing all his darkest secrets to you, good and bad, it made you feel very special. It made you feel like you two could share anything and everything with each other. And it seemed the bond you two had created was at a point where it couldn't be taken to the next level. Which, with any luck, was what you were hoping to achieve later into the evening.

As you walked on, you saw Shinjiro leaning up against the wall, hands him his pockets, thinking quietly to himself. As you approached him your heart began to beat faster from the nervousness and excitement flowing through your body. His gaze met yours momentarily, eyes widen for a split second before looking away, going back into his thoughts.

"Hey Shinjiro" you said sweetly as you stood beside him, mimicking his current stance.

"Shouldn't you be with the others," he asked very curtly. He shifted around slightly, arms crossing over his chest.

"I can't give you anything or do anything for you." His eyes avoided yours as you felt a slight ping again your chest at his cold response. But you wouldn't let that deter you,

"I want to be with you Shinji," you replied very calmly. His head turned in your direction, looking at you as he raised an eyebrow to your statement. Looking away from you once more with confliction spread across his face, he shifted again before motioning you to go over to the bar with him. Both of you making your way over, the lounge now almost completely empty, you stood adjacent from Shinjiro. You like looked up at him, your loving gaze settling on his gruff features as you tried to find the courage and the right words to express your feelings. He looked down at you, his expression never faltering as he said,

"You can stare at me like that all day. I got nothing for you." The look in your eyes never wavering, knowing he was just saying all these things to try and keep you at a safe distance.

"Haven't you wasted enough time on me? What more do you want?"

This was it, this was finally your chance to tell him how you really, truly felt about him. There wasn't anymore friendly bonding beyond this point, and the both of you knew it . You took a deep breath and looked at him, his steel grey eyes looking at you with blankly, soft undertones drowning somewhere deep within them. You smiled kindly at him as your heart began to beat faster, to the point you thought it would beat right out of your chest from the anxiousness, but you knew this was the perfect, and maybe the only time, to confess.

"I love you Shinjiro," you said with warmth and confidence. You thought for sure you'd slip up, have the words get caught in your throat, or stutter over yourself and pull away from what you wanted to say. But you didn't, it flowed from you so perfectly, better than you had ever expected it to. His stoic expression dropped from his face as soon as those words fell from your lips, his eyes wide and face flushed,

"Huh?...D-don't tease me like that!" He said in embarrassment, thinking you weren't being serious with him.

"I'm not teasing you," you said very seriously, making it very clear that you weren't joking. He grumbled to himself, realizing you weren't messing around with him. Looking away from you for a moment, a painful strain forming in his eyes. He turned his gaze back towards you, his stoic expression coming back as he rebutted,

"I mean, why just blurt out something like that? Here, of all places..." He was steadfast in not giving you a reaction from your confession, not right away anyways. Taking a moment to find a response you thought you yourself. Then an idea popped into your head, if this wasn't the place for you to express your feelings, why not one of your rooms? Feeling bold, probably from the adrenaline of your confession, you blurted out,

"Won't you come to my room?"

"I-I can't do that. I mean you're... Well, people are gonna get the wrong idea." Though he stuttered over his words, his stoicness never faltered. But it didn't stop you either, you wanted to get him alone, to show him that you were one hundred percent serious about these feelings for him. You jokingly replied to him,

"That just leaves your room, then." A dusting of pink littered his face as he continued to stutter,

"Y-you moron. I... I ain't a nice guy Y/N. I can't let you in my room. Don't you get it?" You didn't believe him. Not for a second did you believe that he wasn't a nice guy or a bad person. You knew deep down who he was, and he was good, kind, and just.

"I know what I'm saying Shinjiro." He shifted his head to the side as he put his guard up, not wanting to let you break him down as he narrowed his eyes at you,

"No way. It's not gonna happen," he said coldly. He took a moment to realize how his tone was and switched to a slightly softer one, but still contempt laced his voice,

"Look, you need to watch yourself. Don't bother with someone like me." Ignoring his remarks, you stepped closer to him, running your fingers lightly over the burgundy fabric of his jacket.

"I still love you Shinji." Turning his head back to you, he sighed in frustration,

"Idiot..."

After constantly persisting, pestering, and making excuses to him as to why you two should sneak away, he took your hand off his coat and led you way from the lounge and to his dorm room.

...

When you entered his room, you took in the emptiness of it. The four burnt beige colored walls, his work desk, and a bed. Part of you felt a stale sadness for him as you observed your surroundings. Seeing the other rooms of your friends was seeing how they expressed themselves and their interests taking a sort of physical form. While with Shinjiro's, it felt very sad and empty, like he couldn't express himself or his interests to the world. But that would be a conversation for another time.

You walked over to the desk and leaned against it as you ooked in his direction, his steel eyes boring into your form with a sour look lingering on his face,

"...So? Happy now? You're always pushing me around all the time... You're just gonna ignore what I want, huh?" He asked rhetorically, grumbling to himself once again before speaking, his tone becoming a bit snarky and confident,

"Yeah, well two can play that game." He walked over to you hesitantly, his face softened as he extended his arms out and embraced you. You were slightly taken back by his actions, considering the entire night he was trying to keep you at a distance, but you took this as your opportunity to see his more intimate side. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, burying your face into his course jacket. His scent was a light earthy mix of sandalwood, birch, and musk. You couldn't help but feel yourself drowning in it, feeling a sense of security washing over you as you tightened the embrace. You felt yourself slowly losing yourself more and more in him when he whispered,

"This is your fault, you know. I'm all confused. You're all I can think about, day and night."

The tension between the two of you was noticable before when you two were together. But in that moment it was thick, palpable, and almost unbearably painful. His tall, liber form towering over your smaller one showed how he had a sense of control and power over you. The way his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and how his fingers lightly touched your back was like a man starved of touch. How he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath heavy against your skin like was trying to hold himself back from ravaging you. The seeing him like this was intoxicating, and you craved more of it, you craved his touch and wanting to reciprocate them. But before anything could progress he let out a breath of frustration before continuing

"Dammit, this isn't how it's supposed to be..." He let go of you abruptly, still not fully willing to submit to his feelings. You fell back onto the desk for support, trying to come back to reality after be captivated and entranced from Shinjiro's touch. He looked at you with his eyes narrowed once again,

"You get it right?" You looked at him still slightly dazed and confused at his question. Though his expression didn't change, his eyes were no longer cold and stoic like before. Lust began pooling in his steel orb as he slightly backed away to keep a bit of distance between the two of you, afraid he might do something he'd regret,

"Go back to your room. If you don't go now you're not gonna get another chance."

Deep down he really didn't want you to leave, but he didn't want to put you in a situation where you felt uncomfortable or trapped. He thought it was only fair that he should give you the opportunity to leave while you still could if you wanted to. Taking a few cautious steps towards him you spoke softly,

"I'm not going anywhere." He sighed and shook his head, a slight smirk formed on his face as he glanced at the floor then back to you.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that," he chuckled to himself before signing once more. He took a step closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders as his eyes darted to the side,

"I'm gonna make myself clear," his eyes swiftly moving back to yours with a stern expression. Looking into them you could see they were dark, drowning in lust and need. His hands began to run down your arms to the sides of your waist as he moved in closer to you. The space between growing smaller and smaller as he spoke,

"...I ain't holding back anymore." With that somewhat hesitated statement he closed the space between you with a passionate, yet needy, kiss. The fabric of his beanie brushed up against your forehead, the softness of his lips, and feeling the little bit of stubble from his chin against your skin exhilarated your senses. You snaked your arms up and around his neck to deepen the kiss, losing yourself to him once again. His hands gripped harshly at your sides, trying to keep himself somewhat grounded in the moment, never wanting it to end. The kiss began to get more heated as he guided you to his bed, slowly lowering you down onto the firm mattress. His hands moved down to your hips with hesitation, not wanting to hurt you or rush himself. Your hands ran up the back of his neck and pulled off his dark grey beanie, freeing his messy umber locks.

He nipped gently at your lower lips, causing you to slightly gasp. His tongue slipped into your mouth, causing you to moan involuntarily at his actions. He chuckled slightly to himself as he began to explore your mouth gingerly. You did your best to hold in your moans as the two wet muscles collided together. His hands pinning yours down at your sides as gently as he could while attacking the inside of your mouth with pleasure.

He pulled away for a breath, leaving a string of salvia connecting the two of you. Both of you took heavy, deep breaths as he crawled away to let you look at each another. Shinjiro's face a deep crimson red, his lips swollen, and his chest heaving, he was absolutely breathtaking. While taking in the sight of him, his eyes scanned your form, your uniform ruffled, hair falling out of its ponytail, and eyes glossy with wanton. Your hands crept up to the collar of his jacket and slowly began to unbutton down his limber frame. His breath hitched in his throat as you revealed his thin, black undershirt and letting his thick, heavy jacket slip down his arms before removing it completely. Your fingers began to creep up his shirt before he grabbed your forearms abruptly, it wasn't enough to hurt you, but enough to catch you off guard.

"What's the matter," you asked in a breath whisper. He avoided your gaze when he spoke in a low, gravel like tone,

"I-It's just, I-I've," he stumbled over his words and couldn't seem to manage to get the words out. You tenderly touched his face in reassurance,

"It's alright Shinjiro," you stated before pulling him into a loving embrace. His body tensed even more under your soft touch and you could see him grit his teeth in frustration before taking a deep breath to calm himself.

He gently took your hands into his, intertwining them as he pushed you back on into the mattress. His tall frame hovered over you as his lips lightly brushed against your neck, causing shivers to run throughout your body. You arched your back to bring yourself closer to him, pressing your body into his as his lips latched on to your neck. You knew that once morning came your neck and chest would be a painted canvas of blues and purples. Gasps and hushed moans escaped you as he began to fully remove the upper half of your uniform, leaving you with just a bra. Your skin began to flush at the vulnerability you were in, pinned under the man you just confessed to as he continued to litter your skin with no remorse. His free hand moved to the clip of your bra as he looked at you lustfully for permission, you nodded, giving him the 'go ahead' grin. He unclipped it in one swift movement, letting the straps fall down the length of your arms as he helped you take it off.

His eyes wandered to your now bare chest, a cocky grin forming on his face as he began to creep his hands towards your breasts. He gave your chest a firm squeeze, he shuddered at the feeling of the warm, plush like mound in his palms, watching you squirm under him. Your nipples hardened as he massaged your breasts with eagerness, watching your every movement. He let go of your other hand and took your hardened buds between his fingers before lightly tweaking them, earning a high pitched moan from you.

You squirmed vigorously under him while he worked his magic of your chest to the point where they felt raw and overstimulated. The way his hands caressed the hot, supple skin of your breasts made it almost impossible to wait any longer for him to take you right then and there. He grunted in arousal as he looked down at your painfully overstimulated form,

"God your tits are fucking perfect," he groaned out, strain and hesitation laced somewhere in his voice. His hands began to wander down your sides, fingers delicately ghosting over your soft skin to your skirt. His hand ruffled up the fabric, revealing your lacy underwear,

"Naughty girl," he whispered seductively as he brought his hand further down to your inner thigh, dangerously to your pulsating core. His slender fingers ran over the embroidered fabric right over your pooling heat, letting a moan slip from you as he began to gently rub against your clit. His free hand moved up to your face, looking you dead in the eyes as you began to unravel under him. Moans and squeals escaped you as his fingers continued to work slowly on your folds. The nerves overly sensitive from the stimulation drove you up the wall, the look in his eyes didn't help it either. His body tensed as his movements grew at a steady pace, his name falling off your lips as ecstacy overtook you completely.

"Shinji, more, please," you moaned out, feeling his fingers harshly pressed up again your pussy, the fabric pressing into the wet, hot flesh.

"You're doing well for me Y/N, fuck," he let out a breathy sigh as his hand harshly moved against you. You looked down to see his painfully hard member poking through his trousers. The sight of him hard for you made you even more wet for him, so much so that your underwear were soaked completely. The sound of his fingers squelching against the soaked fabric and your moans filled the room as you felt a coil building up in the pit of your stomach,

"Shinjiro, I-I," before you could finish your sentence he pulled away, his finger glistening in your slick. He brought his fingers to his lips as licked them clean,

"You taste amazing," he moaned out to you. You groaned in disappointment, wanting to feel some kind of relief from his actions. He propped himself up on his knees and hastily removed his shirt, revealing his toned, lean torso. Your eyes widened as he continued to strip down to his boxers, the sight of his messy hair, flushed skin, and lustful gaze made you squirmed in anticipation.

"You liking what you see sweetheart," he taunted. His hands teasingly played with the hem of his boxers, emphasizing his painfully pleasured state as he slowly pulled them down over his thighs, his cock springing free from the confines of the thin fabric. It was flushed a deep crimson, the veins protruding throughout his length, and a bit of precum dribbling from the tip. His breath was shallow as he crawled over to you like a rabid animal, his self control dwindling faster than you could react to it,

"I can't wait anymore," he grumbled out.

"I want to feel that perfect puss wrapped around me. I want to feel you writhing beneath me while I fuck you senseless. I want to feel how perfect you really truly are," he whimpered out to you.

He forcefully spread your legs and pulled off your underwear, leaving you in your ruffled up skirt, open and vulnerable under him. His grumbles and groans were feral like as he gave his cock a few pumps before bringing his lips to your ear,

"You ready babygirl," his breath ragged and needy. You nodded,

"Yes Shinji, please," you pleaded.

That's all he needed to hear before lining himself up at your entrance and slowly thrusting into you. A relief filled moan poured off your tongue and into the space of his room as his cock stretched your walls. He let a hesitant groan out, just above a whisper he cursed,

"Fuck," it was long and drawn out as he began to move. He was gentle with each thrust he drew in and out of you. His hand gently gripped at your wrists, pinning them above your head to get a full view of what was beneath him.

Your face red, eyes squeezed shut, and contorted in pleasure as you swallowed his cock as he slowly pounded into you. It felt amazing, the way he stretched you out, the way his breath felt against your neck, and especially how his touch was so sweet and gentle. But there was something he was holding back, you could feel it in your gut. Something about the way he held you felt strained, it was similar to the way he gripped your wrists earlier, strained and a bit unorthodox, like he wasn't entirely sure of himself. You opened your eyes to look up at him, a few locks of hair falling in his face, his mouth slightly agape, and eyes completely dark and drunk off of thr lust coursing through his body.

"Fuck Shinji," you squealed out, feeling his grip on your wrists tighten harshly and his pace quicken, not realizing how he reacted to your sinful response. You moaned out in surprise at the sudden change in his demeanor, getting a glimpse of what he was holding back from you. His gripped tightened even more and his thrust became more aggressive, causing your moans and squeals to become more high pitched and abrupt. He was so completely lost in his arousal and need for you his aggressive side began to truly shows itself, in that moment he showed you what he really wanted to do to you, how he wanted to please you as well as himself.

"Fuck," you semi screamed out to him. After hearing you, he caught himself and began to slow his pace. His grip on your wrist loosened as he spoke,

"Fuck Y/N, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away. I didn't hurt you did I?" His tone was sweet and genuine as he looked into your eyes with remorse. You smiled to him and kissed his cheek,

"No Shinji, if I'm being honest, I kinda liked what you were doing before. Please, please don't stop," you moaned sweetly to him as your hands wandered to his back. Surprise fell on his face for a moment, but was taken over by a lustful grin as he snapped his hips harshly against yours.

"If that's what you want, then I'll give it to you." You squealed in response to his roughness and pleasure began to course through you once again. His pace was rough and a bit sporadic as loud, needy groans filled the room. You continued to squeal and moan for him and he roughly held your wrist down into the pillow above your head,

"Yes Shinji, fuck, feels so good," you panted out, slowly getting drunk off the feeling of his cock destroying your overstimulated pussy. You felt the coil building up in your stomach again as his pace picked up even more than before and his grip was as firm as ever,

"You look so pretty like this. Shaking and and crying out for me," he gritted in-between his teeth. His grunts and groans began to fall out in ragged, needy whimpers. He was losing himself to the feeling of you squeezed around him, his cock sliding in and out of you effortlessly. You were completely gone at that point, drunk off him and everything he was doing to you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, saliva dribbling down your chin, and your body limp for him to use however he saw fit.

Although he would never actually hurt you, sure he was a bit aggressive in thr moment, hut if he were to cause you any harm whatsoever he wouldn't ever forgive himself for it. It was just about his pleasure, it was for the both of you, he wanted to make you to feel good. Looking into your eyes, he saw how you had come completely undone for him,

"You're so beautiful baby, so perfect for me," he mumbled out. He wasn't going to last much longer in that state. His cock now thrusting unforgivingly in and out of you, drowning in your slick. The grip on your wrists never faltered, you knew there'd be lovely little marks from them in the morning. The coil in your stomach grew with each passing second and each thrust it threaded to break,

"Shinji please, I'm not gonna last any longer," you begged him. He knew what you was asking for, but he wasn't ready for her to finish yet, he wanted to finish with you. He moved his hands away from your wrists and gently cupped your kissing your forward tenderly, despite his rough, animalistic like motions.

"Please baby, just a little longer, can you wait just little longer for me," the pleads dripped off and out of him like amber. You gave him a half nod, you were coherent enough to hear his request, but whether you could follow through or not would be a challenge.

He kissed you passionately, both your lips pink and swollen as he pulled away for air. You didn't understand stand how it was possible, but he somehow managed to go even faster and harder than before. The sounds of moaning, whimpers, squeals, and the slapping of skin filled the room. You were sure other students heard you, but you didn't care, all you cared about in that moment was him, Shinjiro, claiming you as his own, and him as yours.

You could tell he was almost there, edging himself closer to his climax as he gaze was set on you. You were a mess, your hair come completely undone from its ribbon, sweat lightly coated your brow, and your skin a rosy, peony pink. Not to mention the slick that shamelessly covered your thighs and milked his cock, want to give him his sweet release. Your hands crept to his back and you dug your nails into his skin,

"Yes fuck. Oh God, Shinjiro, yes just like that," you whimpered under him. He was hitting a spit that made you absolutely cry and scream for him. You couldn't hold yourself from cumming anymore, not after finding that special little spot.

"I'm gonna cum Shinjiro," you cried, tears spilling from your eyes as you felt the rush approaching you, like waves over a rocky shore.

"Fuck, cum with me baby," he grunted out as he felt you spasm around his cock before pulling out of you, spurting white, thick ropes on to your stomach. He let out a few relieved moans as he finished, pumping out what little cum he had left in him. Both of you took a few moments to catch your breath, coming down from your high you looked at him lovingly, even in his disheveled state, he was really was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, looking at you with admiration. Your stomach covered in his cum, drool covered your chin, and exhaustion settling in over your body. He stood up from the bed and went over to his desk, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a few tissues to clean him and yourself with.

After you were both clean, he put his beanie back on and got you in one of his T-shirts before cuddling up to you in his bed. He wrapped his arms around you tightly while you gently laid on his chest, playing with a few strands of his hair. He smiled to himself while looking down at you, sleep threatening to captivate you as he spoke,

"...If this is how things are gonna between us, I think I might stick around for a while," his tone was a bit monotoned, but he meant what he said. He kissed your forehead gently before speaking again,

"I love you." You almost didn't hear him from your tired condition, but thankfully you heard him well enough to respond,

"I love you too Shinjiro, I always have. And I always will," you said sleepily as you continued to play with his hair until your felt yourself drift to sleep. He chuckled to himself quietly, feeling that he wasn't too far behind you,

"I'm holding you to that." With those few words he fell asleep with you in his arms.

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yourstartreatment · 6 months

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jealous girl

summary: you’re jealous

warnings: jealousy, mention of weed, mention insecurity about reader’s body, description of bodies, angst (?)

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the party you were attending wasn't all that boring, but you obviously didn't know everyone. you and alex were invited by miles, one of your closest friends, on an occasion before christmas.

what you thought was one of the, perhaps most enticing parties of your life, soon turned into a slow nightmare.

you knew when charm alex had, and of course it had hit you, too. alex could have all the girls at his feet, and you knew it.

you dispersed into the crowd, when he went to say hello to a couple of his friends and you stayed to have your drink in the corner of the living room, not that you minded, but you didn't particularly enjoy social interactions.

when you then went looking for him after about ten minutes, you saw him and saw him with a couple of girls around, and you felt an emptiness inside.

you couldn't help yourself.

you weren't exactly the jealous type, so much less of his exes — who were the sweetest people in the world actually — but that situation was stranger for you.

she was tall, blond, and really skinny, looking like his ideal girlfriend, and that probably made you feel worse.

you sighed, then downed your drink in one gulp and immediately the familiar feeling of heaviness hit you.

your eyes slid to him again, the two girls — the other had red, curly hair, and a body with killer curves — laughed and touched his body.

you felt bad, but really bad.

you made your way down the hallway, couldn't look at that scene anymore, climbed the stairs, and finally reached the door to miles’ studio, where you had spent so much time while he and alex were composing.

you closed the door behind you and let go a sigh. “fuck” you whispered, slid down the door until you were sitting on the floor and then ran a hand through your hair.

after a few minutes even the air in the room was getting stuffy, you got up, opened the window and pulled a cigarette out of your bag.

you quietly had permission to smoke in miles's study, because the three of you did it a better of times, and even smoked something more thought out, like weed.

you then tossed the cigarette into the ash tray and sat down on the soft couch. you didn't know what the situation was like downstairs, but you were almost afraid to see it, so you didn't move.

you didn't know how much time had passed, but at two o'clock dawn, you looked up at the clock and saw that it was already late.

you got up and closed the window, then left the room. you passed among drunk people and headed for the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

you stiffened when someone wrapped their arms around your waist, but then you recognized alex's strong scent.

“my dear,” he said to greet you, then placed a kiss on your neck, usually it would have caused chills, but not this time.

“hey...” you whispered, you knew your tone was unfailingly cold, but it was as if you didn't decide it and it came out automatically.

“are you okay?” he asked, and you nodded against his chest, turned to face him, you were distant and could feel it.

he nodded in return and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I'll get the coats,” he said, making a small gesture with his head, and then went to the room next to the living room to get your coats.

within minutes you found yourselves walking in the cold night air, it was never too cold in los angeles though.

you and miles lived really close to each other, five minutes apart. the silence was so deafening between you that only your breaths could be heard; there was a kind of tension that there never was between you.

once home, you took off your coat and your dr. martens, and he did the same.

“honey, are you sure you are all right?” he asked you as you went to your room.

“yes, why?” you replied with a sigh, you were both tipsy, but you both held your alcohol really well.

“nothing, just-” he sighed too, “never mind” and smiled at you a little, that smile you always melt at, but not this time.

you changed, dressing in your - his - shirt to sleep, then went to the bathroom to brushing your teeth and removing the light makeup from your face.

alex hadn't gone into the bathroom as he usually did while you were getting ready for sleep; he understood that you wanted space, because it's true that he had taken a good dose of alcohol, but he wasn't stupid. he knew that something had happened to upset you.

you lay in bed, on your side, and then alex joined you. you didn't touch each other, so much as brush against each other, both of you staring at the ceiling.

“y/n?” he called your name, and this only happened during arguments.

“hmm?” you casted a glance at him, but you don't turn around to face him, maybe you didn't have the courage, after all you were worrying and distancing yourself over something really stupid, you knew it too, but I couldn't help it.

“What's going on?” he asked you, you can tell by his tone of voice that he is subtly begging you to tell him what's going on.

“nothing,” you answered him, and to your chagrin, it comes out in a really harsh, almost rude tone.

“stop doing that and tell me what's going on” he had sat down on the bed and so you did the same, rested a hand on your forehead, then the tips of his fingers grazed your lips, later went through your hair.

“It's stupid,” you replied, as if you wanted to cut off the conversation there, but you knew he would never let you.

“whatever you have that makes you feel upset, it's not stupid, okay?” he took your face in his large hands and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “okay honey?” he whispered and you nod.

“when I saw you with those girls—” you began, but alex interrupts with an “oh” hummed, “is my girlfriend by any chance jealous?” he giggled.

you can't help but blush and giggle, because you both know the situation is rather silly.

“yes, I'm jealous, so what?” you smiled and so does he, then he quickly lays you down on the mattress and he positions himself on top of you keeping on his elbows, starting to give you kisses all over your face and so you laugh until you get tired.

alex lies completely on you is so automatically you start stroking his hair. “it's just that when they touched you, I felt bad, because they were clearly your type.” you mumbled.

he sighs, clearly feeling guilty for not giving you attention during the evening, but spending it with those two.

“i'm sorry, love” he whispered raising his hand to caress your cheek, “really” he added.

“it's okay” you smiled, “I love you” you kissed his forehead softly.

“i love you too, light of my eyes” he said leaning his head between your shoulder and neck, you feel his smile against your skin.

a little later you hear his breathing get deeper and realize he has fallen asleep, you continue stroking his hair and fall asleep too.

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reminder: english isn’t my first language and maybe there are few mistakes

anyway, let me know if you liked it 🫶🏻

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 10 months

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Impact Of The Heart | PJM

Pairing: non! idol Jimin x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Jimin had been flatmates for a long time now. Your relationship consisted in soft quarrels and flirty comments, longing gazes and aching hearts. When you leave the flat after an argument, Jimin must find you in time and tell you how he feels before he fears its too late for words to change fate.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: angst, non! idol au, flatmates! au, thoughts of unrequited love, happy ending, reader is described to be shorter than Jimin (he deserves to be tall at least in fiction xD), kissing, mild language (just a couple of words), feelings of fear, anxiety and heartbreak, fluffy ending.

*banner made by me :D

A/N Hello everyone! I've been working on this for a couple of days now, I hope you will like this, a bit long, drabble. I'm still working on the next part of "Four Seasons" but I recently entered college and I'm a bit busy atm. I'll try to update as soon as I can. Take care and thanks for reading! 💜

It was raining outside. Heavily so. Making Jimin worry every second for you to text or call him back. You hadn't even read his last texts for heaven's sake! And that made him anxious.

You never left a text unanswered.

Never.

Why was he feeling anxious?

He sighed at his own thoughts. His heart already knowing the answer to that question that he nearly rolled his eyes when he wondered it once more.

You and him had been roommates for nearly five years since the both of you finished college and, conveniently enough, the both of you needed a place to stay with a low rent.

Jimin decided that you both could split the rent while living there together in a seemingly civilised way. And, to his surprise, you agreed. To say that you and Jimin got along since day one was fast-forwarding on so many events that happened between you both until you two settled in a friendship with longing gazes and stolen touches.

He couldn't help the pang of jealousy he felt when you announced earlier that day that a coworker of yours had asked you out to dine with him. You looked so happy about it that he had to force a smile on his plump lips so as to not disappoint you.

But as the storm outside got heavier, he had sent you a quick text asking if you were alright, if he needed to pick you up. To which you answered that you were, in fact, quite fine. He sent yet another text, asking for the address of the place you were having dinner at just in case but you didn't answer his message.

And that had happened nearly an hour ago.

He tried calling you but your phone was switched off and he cursed under his breath. The only thing he could now do was to trust you, hoping that you would be back home soon. However, Jimin had already made up his mind that if you didn't show up by eleven o'clock he was going to leave the flat and search for you.

Even when he had no idea of where you could be. When he didn't have a place to start searching. He would at least look for you.

In the last year, whatever rough edges your roommate relationship had once had evened out. Jimin became a good and close friend to you rather than just your flatmate. And to him, well that was another case.

Jimin also viewed you as a close friend. But he couldn't help how his fingers would tingle every time you would pass him the bowl of popcorn on your lazy movie nights or when you would casually hand him over his phone when he had left in a place he couldn't find it.

He couldn't help but feel the butterflies in his stomach swirl wildly when you laughed out loud when he would fall out of a chair. A fond smile would appear on his face when he discovered you had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for his long shift to end and he had to carry you back to bed.

But with those feelings, a more bitter sensation also appeared in his heart. Like in those times when you'd smile when a coworker texted you wishing you a good night. Or when you were invited to a fancy dinner and you got all dolled up only for you to have other eyes on you.

It felt ridiculous. At least to him. For being jealous of you when you weren't his and he wasn't yours. He didn't have the right to. He didn't have to worry. He didn't have to feel threatened.

Yet he did.

Every. Single. Time.

And now, it was not different. He felt a wrong sensation crawling up his chest that made him think the worst possible scenarios about your date.

But only when he had decided he had waited long enough and was about to grab his car keys, the electronic lock of the front door chimed and the next thing he knew was that you were standing in the entrance way, trying to get your shoes off while you were trying to put the large black umbrella in its place.

"Where have you been? You weren't answering any of my texts."

The worry was evident in his voice. And you would have noticed it if you weren't fighting for your life at the entrance door trying to get your shoes off.

"Well... my phone died."

You said and Jimin was quick to catch the annoyance in your normally sweet voice. The next thing he knew was that you were walking across your shared flat, a grim look on your face and a harshness to your steps he had only witnessed when you were upset or stressed about something.

"Did something happen?"

He asked. In a cautious way. Jimin knew you could get more irritated when he asked you something and you were in one of your moods.

You sighed. Taking a bottle of soju from the fridge. You didn't even get yourself one of the small glasses before you were already taking a swig from the beverage.

His eyes grew wide when he saw you do that. Immediately knowing something was bad. Really bad.

"It's just... aish. Men are assholes."

Jimin couldn't help but chuckle at your muttered words. You drank once more from the bottle so he decided to stop you before you got too drunk to manage.

"Yes, I know."

His hands brushed yours before the bottle of soju left your grasp and the sound of glass hitting the marble counter filled your ears.

"But you care to explain why you are insulting us?"

Your eyes met his. And suddenly, the entire dinner you had had with your coworker flashed in front of your eyes.

"It's just that... I went out with Junseo and... well the date was crappy as hell."

Jimin's hand got a hold of yours as he guided you out of the kitchen and back to the living room.

"I don't want to say "I told you so" but, I told you so."

You rolled your eyes at your friend. He really wasn't helping you at the moment.

"Jimin, what advice can you give me? The both of us have been single since middle school! I know that going out with Junseo was a mistake, I've now proven that theory, but at least I'm trying to find someone. Shouldn't you do the same and stop lecturing me about my, clearly non.existent, love life?"

Now you were frustrated. You didn't exactly know why though. You just were. Maybe it was because Jimin was on his pedestal of know-it-all. Or because of the awful date you just came back from. It could be that Jimin was still holding your hand and the butterflies in your stomach were flying wildly or perhaps the fact that one of your closest friends was so oblivious to your feelings for him.

Or a combination of everything.

He suddenly let go of your hand, a coldness seeping through your bones the moment he stopped touching you. He ran his hands through his hair, messing with the brown locks even more.

"I don't know why you are so rude to me, (y/n). I'm trying to help. There are better guys out there than Junseo, I just wanted you to see that for yourself but you can be so stubborn that not even the idea of 2+2 can get in your head sometimes."

And now Jimin was frustrated. At your lack of comprehension for his feelings. At your harsh words to him. At the attitude you showed. But then again, he had not been better himself right now. When he opened his mouth to apologise you cut him off with a scoff.

Now he had fucked up.

The hurt that flashed in your eyes tore at his heart. But you didn't hold yourself back. You were tired. Tired of this pointless life. Of not being enough. Of feeling invisible. Of Jimin not loving you back.

"Shut up, Park. You don't know what you are talking about. The man I love doesn't even see me as a potential girlfriend! So shut up about my life, you know nothing. Nothing at all. Stop butting yourself in my business."

You didn't leave room for argument. You hadn't raised your voice but it was cold. Calculated even. And the cold daggers pierced Jimin's soft and thudding heart.

You turned around, not grabbing neither your phone nor your coat. You barely had time to put your shoes back on before you left the flat with the front door slamming shut.

Jimin let out a deep sigh. He had screwed this up. And it wasn't the first time you both got into arguments. It was normal for flatmates to argue. But those small fights revolved around what kind of butter to buy or who's turn it was to do the dishes. Not about something like the one he just had with you.

His mind kept rising with millions of responses he could have given you. The main one being him admitting his feelings for you. But he couldn't allow those words to escape his mouth in the middle of an argument.

If so, if Jimin ever planned on letting you know about his love for you, he would like to plan it, take you out on a cute date or in one of your casual dinners at the flat.

He didn't want to shoot the words in the middle of anger and hate.

That is, if he ever manned up enough to say those three words.

He sat down on the couch, the raising thoughts giving him a headache as he ran his hands over his face. But the trance his mind had fallen in was broken when a loud thunder sounded at the distance.

Looking through the window, he was met with the strong rain dancing over the glass, the city lights blurred in the distance and the night sky swallowed the streets.

He stood up. You had left the flat. You had walked out in the middle of your anger. In the middle of an argument when the fumes were still very present and Jimin knew you hadn't even bothered to take your coat with you.

That thought was confirmed when he looked at the coat hanger and yours rested there, almost as if mocking him. Without a second thought, Jimin sprinted over to the front door, noticing your phone in the small table where his car keys rested as well.

Putting his shoes on, he grabbed a large black umbrella and was out the door in the next second. You had gone out by foot so he thought it'd be easier for him to find you if he walked around the building. Somehow in his desperate mind, that thought made sense when any other person would have thought of it to be completely insane.

The rough sound of the rain hitting the pavement filled his ears the moment he left the building. The umbrella managed to somehow shield him from the rain, at least most of it, while he began walking around. Trying to remember the usual places that you enjoyed and that were nearby.

You were walking slowly in the middle of the rain. Your clothes were completely drenched the second you stepped out of the building of your shared flat but to be honest, you didn't find it in your mind to care.

Your heart was aching.

Your mind was raising with so many thoughts it made you nauseous. The fight you had with Jimin meant more than you initially thought. That was why you left. Because in your confused mind and heartbroken heart you realised he didn't love you.

At least not like you loved him.

And it hurts.

It hurt that he tried to protect you without feeling so strongly for you.

It hurt that he'd smile every morning without a deeper meaning to it.

It hurt that he would hold your hand without wanting to claim you.

It hurt to be so close to him yet so far at the same time. Because he didn't want you in that way. You weren't important in the way you wanted to be for him. You felt rejected. Out of place in your own home.

You knew you had let your frustrations out on him. He didn't deserve that. Jimin was the sweetest man alive. He only deserved happiness. But you weren't his happiness.

Or that was what you thought.

His soft and flirty personality had made you think that perhaps he liked you in the beginning but you got to know that it was only how he was with nearly everyone.

He was too precious to hurt yet he had hurt you.

You walked and walked. Tears left your eyes and rolled down your cheeks, mixing with the rain that poured down your form. You began walking over a crossroad, your ears finding home in the sound of the rain that was almost soothing for your pained soul.

You didn't hear the quick footsteps approaching you, nor did you hear the shout of your name over the sound of the rain. You didn't hear the honk of the car as it approached you quite fast.

You could only hear the rain. The ever so calming rain along with the rapid thumping of your heart.

Jimin saw you at the distance. Despite the heavy rain that had nearly drenched him completely, the umbrella was of no use anymore. Despite the blurry vision in his eyes due to unshed tears of his own desperation. He saw you.

He saw you crossing the street. Your head hung low.

He couldn't describe the feeling when he saw you. Found you. You were there, his feet carried him without him being truly present, his mind drowning in the essence of you.

Jimin saw how your silhouette got illuminated by light. As if you were an angel. To him, you were. And he lived in a second of perfection. He watched in slow motion as you stood in the middle of the crosswalk, light framing your figure with the drops of the rain frozen in the air.

A second of perfection.

You looked ethereal.

But the clock continued its counting and the next second was the harsh landing on reality.

Jimin didn't hesitate, he was running. He ran as fast as he could. He had to reach you. He had to. The light that had made you look so majestically a mere second ago were the upcoming lights of a car that wouldn't pull over in time.

A shout of your name left his lips. The desperation evident in his voice. If only he could stop time. If only he could make it go back, stop you from leaving the flat.

"(y/n)!"

If only he had taken the impact of his heart when he had fallen for you and not wait until now.

His hand grabbed yours. The moment he got a good grip on your hand he yanked you towards him. The car sped off, not even glancing back through the rear view mirror. A gasp left your lips when you collided with his chest, his arms around your slightly shorter form.

Then there was silence. Silence in his mind. A subtle ringing in his ears as the adrenaline wore off, his breathing returning back to normal as he gripped your arms; pressed you as firmly as he could against him.

You grounded him.

You always have.

Even without knowing it. He had to make sure you were fine. He had to feel you with him. Had to stop the horrendous scenarios in his head from flying around and leaving black smoke behind.

And then he pulled you away from him. Held you at arms-length. His eyes bore into your own while he could hear the strong sound of the rain against the ground. Jimin swallowed, trying to stop the racing thoughts in his mind while thinking that you were fine. You were with him. You were alive.

"Are you crazy?! Can't you see you could have died?!"

He shouted out of anxiety. Fear. If he hadn't been gripping you by your arms so strongly you would have noticed how his hands shook. If he hadn't been so consumed by the fear, he would have noticed the redness in your eyes.

And then he realised. You had been crying. Your mind was as lost as his. His eyes softened, the grip on your arms loosened enough for you to walk away from his grasp yet you didn't move. You didn't say a word. The word of it all crashing down on you like a tsunami.

The unspoken words, the buried feelings, the ache in your heart.

Jimin sighed, a shiver ran down his spine when a subtle breeze passed you both. He took a step closer and engulfed you in his arms once more.

In a softer way. In a gentler manner.

And then he heard it. He heard your sob in the midst of the chaos that was your heart. You cried in his embrace while standing in the pavement, his chin rested atop your head as silent tears left his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm so sorry."

Your stuttered words crushed his heart. He couldn't bear the pain in your voice.

"I'm sorry too. I... I shouldn't have said those things back at the flat."

Jimin felt your hands around his waist and he tightened his hold on you just a bit more. To reassure you it was fine. That he was there. That you weren't alone. You would never be alone for as long as he lived.

You clutched his shirt in your fists, letting the pain, the anguish, the fear, the shock all wash over you.

"You scared me out there, (y/n/n)."

He whispered. His words were meant for the wind to carry them but you heard them well. You always heard what he had to say.

Lifting your head, you gazed into his eyes, noticing the unshed tears in his dark orbs.

"Why would you be scared? Why did you come out here to find me?"

Jimin looked down at you, he didn't mind the rain pouring over you both. Your clothes were damped, so were his. Your hair was completely drenched and the light makeup on your face was slightly smudged but to him you looked beautiful. So beautiful.

He smiled softly, a tear sliding over his cheek only to then mix with the rain on his tanned skin. One of his hands cradled the side of your face and you felt fire burn your skin beneath his palm.

"Because I love you."

A small gasp left your lips. Was this real? Were you dreaming? For only in your dreams had Jimin ever confessed to having such strong feelings for you.

"I love you so much and I have loved you for a very long time."

Your lips parted softly while you blinked back the tears that melted against your eyelashes.

"Forgive me for saying it like this but I cannot hold it in me any longer. I love you, (y/n)."

A second passed after those words left his plump lips, his heart was beating so fast in his chest for a moment he feared it might leave his ribcage or worse, that you could hear how frantically and strongly his heart beat for you.

A second passed where nerves invaded his mind and body.

What if you didn't feel the same?

What if you liked someone else?

What if he was just a friend?

But then your lips were on his. You stood on your tiptoes, hands resting on his hips as you kissed him. It was soft, a small peck over his pink lips and then it ended.

You parted enough for you to be able to breath, water dripped between you both and you would be lying if you said you were calm at that moment. You were the opposite of calm. You were astonished by your own actions and surprised at Jimin's lack of rejection.

"I love you too. I have loved you for so long and I will continue to love you everyday more and more."

His lips crashed against yours the next moment, his arms fully encircling you to the point where he lifted you off your feet. The kiss was more passionate; stronger. Jimin poured his heart and soul into that kiss and you took it all without hesitation.

Breathless you parted from him. The both of you panting softly while a smile graced your lips and he looked down at you with the fondest look that had ever graced his handsome features.

"Be mine forever."

Jimin whispered. As if you were the only one meant to hear those words. The secret of his soul. You nodded, your hands caressing his face while he held you close to him by the waist.

"Love me forever."

June/29/2023

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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Second best (Colin zable x reader)

@lili-tate Request: Maybe one where the protagonist is in love with Colin, but Colin -at first- is only interested in Mare. And, faced with Mare's refusal to go out with Colin, he invites the protagonist on a date and maybe from there be able to develop the story a bit. That she doesn't know that he was inviting her because of Mare's refusal or something like that. I don't know if I'm making myself clear

Warnings: shouting, feeling second best to someone, angst, jealousy, rejection

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You sat in the office of the station observing the man you loved falling for another woman mare, it broke you inside knowing you can't say anything because you know that Colin zable isn't into you only friends but you were learning to live with that from now on.

You watched the way his smile shone bright whenever mare entered a room or spoke to him you wished you were the one he would smile like that to, but you weren't.

You had your airpods in listening to your playlist trying to take your mind off Colin, it worked for thirty seconds max till you saw someone seating infront of you at your desk, lifting your head up to see none other than Colin sitting infront of you with a polite smile, you took your airpods out giving Colin your undivided attention.

"What you listening to?" He asked trying to make conversation with you, "Ryan Adams gimme something good" you answered Colin nodded at your response noticing the hint of annoyance in your tone, "you okay you seem annoyed" he then went to ask you just shook your head in protest, "I'm fine just tired that's all couldn't sleep" you lied hoping Colin bought your lie.

"Alright erm boss wants to talk to you" Colin said leaving you alone mentally face slapping yourself at your tone with Colin you didn't mean it of course you didn't but you couldn't help but be fulfilled with jealousy seeing Colin falling for his partner mare.

Weeks went on since you spoke to Colin you laid on your bed since it was your day off reading a book your friend suggested to you at her bookclub, you phone rang you took the device in your hands seeing Colin was calling you making your heart skip a beat, "hello" you voice echoed down the phone.

"Y/n what are you doing tonight?" Colin asked you could sense his nervousness throught the phone you imagined him probably biting his nails with his nerves, "erm nothing that I'm aware of why?" You were surprised that he called you never mind asked what you had planned for tonight making you more curious of what Colin would say next.

"Well I wanted to ask if you wanted to come to dinner with me at that new fancy restaurant you know like a erm date o-only if you want to that's what I mean" he stuttered you couldn't help but blush knowing Colin couldn't see he was finally asking you out on a date, "Yeah sure" you said grinning like the Cheshire cat, "great I'll pick you up at seven" you could almost hear Colins smile through the phone at your acceptance.

"Okay see you then colin" you said biting your lip to suppress your excitement, ending the phone call running straight to your closet finding a dress that suits the occasion pulling out a simple black dress that was casual yet showed your curves perfectly, deciding it was nice enough to dress it up a little more but first you hopped into the shower.

Once you got out of the shower you dried your hair tieing it up with a hair tie, you flicked through your playlist playing all different songs getting you in the happy mood for your date with Colin, you felt the butterfly's in your stomach as you applied your makeup going for a light base with winged eyeliner and a nude lip.

Before you even knew it time flew by and it was seven o'clock, you did one last check in the mirror deciding you looked good you grabbed your keys seeing Colin outside his car waiting on you, you locked your front door skipping to Colin with a shy smile on your face.

"Wow you look beautiful" was the first thing Colin told you when you finally were face to face with him, making you blush whispering a small "Thank you" to him Colin opened the passenger side of his car for you like a gentleman you slipped into his vehicle.

The drive was silent you were unsure what to say the awkward tension being slowly faded by the radio, "Oh I love this song" you gasped Colin turned up the radio for you as 'hold on' by alabama shakes played you mumbled along to the lyrics Colin tapped his hand on the steering wheel with the tune.

About ten minutes later you made it to the restaurant Colin's hand on the small of your back guiding you into the restaurant, "hello do you have a reservation?" The waiter asked, "yes table for two under zable" Colin smiled politely the waiter looked at the reservations seeing his name on the book the waiting guided you both to your table with two menus.

"Any idea what your having yet?" Colin asked trying to make conversation, "I'm thinking maybe a carbonara" you said not entirely sure, "what about you?" You asked curiously, "I think I'll have a steak" he answered with a smile, soon enough a waitress came along taking you and colins orders and drink orders.

"Thank you for this Colin you didn't have to" you thanked him with a smile, Colin didn't say anything but he had a look of guilt on his face, he knew you liked him it was pretty obvious to everyone you did, Colin couldn't deny he thought you are very attractive but he had stronger feelings for mare but she didn't feel the same when they were at a different restaurant a few days prior.

Colin stayed silent for another couple of minutes until you again broke the silence just in time for your drinks, "penny for your thoughts" you chuckled taking notice of his lack of communication, "huh sorry I must had went into a little world of my own it's been a stressful few weeks" Colin chuckled back lying through his teeth kinda you knew he was up to his eyeballs with this case him and mare are working on.

"Hey you will get the person who did it I know you will" you assured taking his hand in yours comforting him, "I hope so I really do anyway enough talk about the case how was your day?" He changed the subject, "it was good cleaned the house up a bit then went for a jog around the park" you said "and yours".

"Well just been in the office going through files and whatnot, ever since mare got suspended it's been hard working on the case alone" he said you couldn't help but do a mental eye roll when he mentioned mare you couldn't help it you did like mare she was a good person never done you any wrong but its your jealousy you just couldn't help it.

The date went pretty well you and Colin talked and laughed about anything and anything enjoying yourselves, "thanks Colin I had a great time" you smiled now at your front door Colin infront of you ensuring you got home safely, "I had a great time to ever since mare rejected me a few days ago" "wait what" you cut him off Colin didn't mean to say what he did you couldn't help but feel angry.

"So you invited me because mare rejected you" you chuckled coldly you felt hurt, "no no thats not why I invited you on a date y/n honestly" Colin tried to tell you but you didn't listen, "I do like you a lot y/n" he stated you shook your head in disbelief, "you asked me on a date because you knew I liked you Colin and since mare said no you thought Oh well I'll ask y/n" the tears forming in your eyes.

"Go away Colin I don't want to see you" you snapped, "please y/n just hear me out its not what it seems I promise" he pleaded, "no Colin just GO" you yelled slamming your door in his face, your back was now pressed against the cold wood as you slide down on the ground crying your eyes out you felt used, you felt so stupid.

Colin stood at your door staring hoping you would come back out he knew what he did was fucked up but he did like you and wanted to know you more but his big mouth got him in this mess how would he make it better with you, with a heavy sigh Colin got back into his car driving home to a sleepless night.

A week passes you avoided Colin in work at all costs, you constantly felt his eyes on you all the time, making your skin crawl what you once yearned for now made you feel sick, he tried to talk to you but all you did was blank him getting your work done then straight home till you couldn't avoid him.

You heard three knocks on your door tiredly you checked the time seeing it was currently 11pm, you dragged yourself to the door to see who was there at this time, opening the door revealing a tired looking Colin, you went to close your door avoiding him but he stuck his foot on the threshold preventing you from closing the door in his face for a second time.

"Please can I talk to you" he begged you could see the bags forming under his eyes 'when was the last time he slept' you thought taking in his features, "fine come in" you huffed opening the door allowing Colin into your home, you both sat on the sofa none of you dared to say a word yet you were angry at him still were as Colin was hurt and filled with guilt for his actions.

"Look y/n I'm sorry for what I did uts super shitty of me I don't know why I done it but I do really like you and I think it was getting rejected made me realise that I like you" Colin explained you didn't dare look him in the eyes just yet, "you know how hurt I am Colin, how used I feel because I genuinely thought you asked me on a date because you genuinely liked me not to get over mare" you said biting your nails your head still turned to him.

"I know I fucked up and I know sorry won't cut it but I am genuinely sincerely sorry" colins hand on your chin turning your head to face him you saw in his eyes he was being honest with you, "I don't know how I can forgive you Colin it will take time I do genuinely like you a lot and you are a good person just you did one really shitty thing so I'm willing to try and forgive you" you sighed.

Colin felt a bit better hearing your willing to try and forgive him gave him piece of mind, "I promise I'll make it right y/n I will" Colin said taking his hand in yours you sucked in a breath not knowing what to do you didn't know if you wanted to kiss him or scream at him.

But you were caught of guard when Colin other hand cupped your cheeks bringing your lips to his own, his lips were soft against your own, you responded to the kiss your hand on the back of Colin neck keeping him close, till you snapped out of it pulling away.

"I think you should go" you said out of breath not making eye contact with him, "okay I'll see you at work tomorrow" was all he said before leaving you alone in your home, how could you be mad at him yet kiss him back.

You spent the night awake replaying what had happened, you didn't regret kissing Colin, but you felt mad at yourself for giving in so easily, and if you didn't forgive him it would be awkward in the station for you both you just didn't know what to do.

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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On One Condition

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

A/N: This is a boss x secretary AU

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, sneaking around, breaking and entering, getting caught, yelling, a slight instance of being scared of being hit (he doesn't tho), rough kissing, rough sex, fingering, squirting, oral (both male and female receiving), rimming (male receiving), face fucking, deep throating, throat fucking, cum eating, choking, nipple play, strip tease, light dom/sub, name-calling, light degradation, begging, praise kink, teasing, biting, leaving marks, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 5,460

Beta: T. Thompson

Written For: One of my co-workers, Mike. :)

"Hey, Y/N, look at this."

You'd been working on your boss's weekly finance report for the past hour, and it was beginning to make your eyes cross.

Sebastian, your very attractive boss.

He was infuriatingly gorgeous, but he was also arrogant, and that was a turn-off. He was a perfectionist and wasn't afraid to tell you if you messed something up.

That's what you were doing right now, fixing a formula in an excel spreadsheet that you'd apparently done wrong. The only reason you continued to put up with being Sebastian’s assistant was because of Tiffany.

Tiffany worked alongside you as the head of the data analysis team and had become your best friend. She didn't work directly for Sebastian, but she did have a front-row seat to all the shit he put you through.

She'd always been good at cheering you up by occasionally distracting you, and you were hoping whatever was on her computer screen was just that. A distraction.

"What's up, babe?"

You stood, your flowy black knee-high skirt flaring out slightly as you walked across the room to her desk. At first, it didn't look like anything, just a black and white surveillance video of the building's parking garage.

"What exactly am I supposed to be seeing here, Tiff?"

She pulled your wrist making you squat down, "shh! Don't let Seb hear you! Keep watching, it's just a few more seconds in."

You gave her an odd look but kept watching nonetheless. Sure enough, roughly ten seconds later, you saw Sebastian walking to his car. He had a file tucked under his arm with classified, written in big, bold red letters. He kept looking from side to side, watching for other people as he quickly got into his sleek, black impala and drove away.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

"Tiffany," you harshly whispered. "What is that?! How did you even get access to the security camera feed?!"

She peeked over the top of her desk, a look of alarm on her face as she turned quickly back to you.

"Fuck! Here, take this stack of papers and say you were helping me with it! He's coming!"

You snatched the papers and slowly stood up giving Tiffany a friendly smile.

"So, anyway, that's how you do a pivot table. I'll take a look at these lists and let you know what I think, okay? Oh! Hello, Sebastian! I just finished fixing the formula on your report. I'll get it sent over to you in the next couple of minutes."

Sebastian put his hands on his hips and raised one of those perfect eyebrows of his.

"Y/N, I certainly hope you're not lying to me. You know how I feel about dishonesty. It makes me…angry."

You smiled sweetly at him, holding the stack of papers to your chest.

"I wouldn't dream of it, sir."

You walked past him, your heels clacking against the tile as you made your way back to your desk.

A couple of hours passed before you'd completed everything on the task list Sebastian had emailed you that morning. It was nearly six o'clock when you finally logged your time and shut down your computer.

You were the only one left in the office, so you made sure to turn the lights out and lock up. You'd barely gotten to the elevators when your phone began to vibrate in your purse.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, hey, have you left work yet?"

You stopped and leaned against the wall of the lobby. "No, I'm still here, Tiff."

She sighed and lowered her voice. "Oh, great! Okay, so here's what you're gonna do. Go in the top drawer of my desk and you'll find a bobby pin. Then-"

You cut her off, "Babe, what are you talking about? Why do I feel like I'm gonna regret this?"

She shuffled the phone around and you heard a door shut in the background.

"You won't regret it because you won't get caught! Now, focus. Bobby pin is in my top desk drawer. From there, you're gonna pick the lock on Sebastian’s office. Once you're in you'll have free reign to look for any clues about that file!"

You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, alright fine. I'm only looking around for five minutes though. I'm too nervous to look any longer. I'll call you back in ten minutes. If I don't, then you know I'm either dead or caught."

The two of you hung up as you made your way back into the office. As quiet as it was, the atmosphere still felt different, like you were already trespassing and you hadn't even gone into his office yet.

You quickly found the bobby pin and slowly made your way to the closed wooden door taking a deep breath. The fact that you were doing this was crazy. This was the first illegal thing you'd ever done, and it was honestly terrifying.

With a shaky hand, you wedged the hairpin in the keyhole and moved it around. For a while, nothing happened, and it seemed like this was all a lost cause.

Just when you were about to give up the lock clicked and the door opened slightly. The gravity of the situation finally sank in as you slowly pushed the door open. His office was dark, his desk and wall locker casting an ominous shadow over the room.

You took a deep breath and walked across the carpet to sit in his leather chair. It was soft, the stitching surely leaving little indents on the backs of your legs.

The top drawer was empty except for a few pens and a little jar of paper clips. The middle one had coffee k-cups and an assortment of condiment packets, nothing at all interesting. When you tried the bottom drawer it didn't want to open right away, but once it did, you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

At least one hundred folders all marked classified were stacked in two neat piles. You racked your brain to try and think of what could possibly be in them. Coming up with nothing, you picked up the top folder and carefully opened it.

There, sorted neatly into paperclipped stacks were photos of women in different sexual poses. Leather, black laced lingerie, and even some fully nude shots.

You had so many questions. Did he know these women? Did he take the photos? Did he sleep with them? You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't hear the elevators ding. The moment his deep voice filled the expanse of the office you nearly jumped out of your skin.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The folder fell from your hands and you felt your blood run cold.

"I-I was… I-I um…"

He stalked toward you, a murderous look in his eyes, and you were sure this was how you were going to die. He was going to kill you right here behind his desk. Sebastian grabbed your jaw between the fingers of his right hand, pushing your body against the back wall forcefully.

"I gave you a job and this is how you thank me?!"

He spoke low, his words spewing from his mouth like venom.

"You break into my office and go through my things?! I knew…I fucking KNEW you weren't helping Tiffany with a damn pivot table."

Hot tears were falling freely down your cheeks, pooling where his fingers tightly held your skin.

"S-Sebastian…y-you're hurting m-me. Please… 'm s-sorry."

He let your chin go, but his arms bracketed you in, his face inches from yours. "You're sorry?! Y/N, the only reason you're sorry is that I fuckin' caught you in the act. So, what was it, hm? What possessed you to go through my desk?"

Your whole body shook with fear, your breathing becoming erratic, and when he raised his voice again you cowered as far into the wall as you could.

"ANSWER ME, GODDAMMIT!"

"I-I-I…Tiff and I… she… we saw a security video. I-It was of y-you holding a folder a-and we wanted t-to know why it was classified."

His blue eyes were perilous and dark.

"Didn't your Mommy ever tell you not to touch what isn't yours?"

His left hand cupped your cheek, and you cursed yourself for feeling both fear and arousal course through you.

"What," he whispered, his eyes flicking down to your lips, "should we do now, Y/N? How should we fix this? 'Cause, you're only leavin' this room on one condition. I get to reprimand you."

His mouth was so close to yours now that you could almost taste his spearmint gum.

"S-Sir I-"

His fingers slid through your hair grabbing it tightly as he smashed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. He wasn't gentle by any means. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, claiming you, taking what he wanted from you like you were his toy. And at that moment you were.

The way he was dominating you ignited a flame that ceased to exist before this moment. His hands slid under your blouse, touching you everywhere they could, and when he roughly squeezed one of your bra-covered nipples you couldn't stop the sinful moan he pulled from your throat.

"Listen to you…so fuckin' needy. Bet you wish you could be those girls, posing all pretty for me while I take pictures of you."

His teeth nipped at your earlobe making you shudder.

"Got such a perfect figure, sugar. You'd look so pretty in lace, spread all wide and tied up. Been drivin' me fuckin' crazy wearin' these skirts and form-fitting tops. It almost seems like you're doin' it on purpose. I've seen the way you look at me."

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off with a question.

"Tell me, Y/N…does the thought of me bending you over my desk get you wet?"

You nodded and bit your lip, his eyes immediately honing in on the action.

"Careful, doll," he used his thumb to free it, "you keep that up and I won't be able to control myself."

The lust in his eyes sent another spark of want straight to your core.

"Please…"

Honestly, you weren't even sure what you were asking for, but you knew you needed more. You needed him to touch you.

"I don't think you're in the position to be makin' requests, sweetheart."

He let the pads of his fingers slide up your inner thigh, barely touching your skin. "I think," he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "a nosey little girl like you needs to be punished."

He slid his index finger in the side hem of your panties, not quite touching you, but enough to feel that they were soaked through.

"Feels like you want that too. Is that true, Y/N? You want me to devour this sweet, delicate body of yours and make you mine?"

"Yes."

That one word was all he needed to hear. His mouth was on you again, kissing, biting, and licking anywhere he could, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The thin fabric of your blouse shredded easily beneath his large hands, the pieces falling next to your feet.

"Mmm, these perfect tits, your curves, that perky little ass. God, Y/N, you're a work of fuckin' art."

Sebastian backed away and walked to sit on the couch against the opposite wall.

"C'mere."

You slowly moved in front of him, covering your body from how exposed you felt.

"Nuh-uh, don't do that. Lemme see you." He reached out and pulled your arms down to your sides. "Absolutely stunning."

He was quiet for a few minutes, his eyes taking in your half-naked form before he gave his next instruction.

"Take the rest of those clothes off nice and slow for me, baby."

Without taking your eyes off his, you hooked your fingers in the top hem of your skirt and slowly slid it down your legs. Once it pooled at your feet you kicked it to the side and slid the straps of your lacy black bra off each shoulder. Leaning forward, you showed him your cleavage while you reached to undo the buckle on your left stiletto.

"Oh, baby," he cooed, "leave those on for me. The stockings can stay too. Fuck, you look so fuckin' divine, doll. Just wanna get my mouth on that sweet pussy."

You bit your lip again and whimpered when he let out a low growl.

"Thought I told you to quit doin' that." He stood and grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you easily. "You need to learn to follow orders, Y/N."

He shoved everything off his desk and set you down on the cool wood.

"Spin around and lean back against me, baby. Let me give you a lesson on how to follow directions."

You obeyed him immediately and rested back against his toned chest, the muscles shifting beneath his button-up shirt.

"Sebastian, I… I haven't um…"

He smoothed his hands down your arms and peppered kisses along the pulse point of your neck. "You haven't what, honey? You're not about to tell me you're a virgin are you?"

You shook your head no and licked your lips. "N-No, but I… it's been a while and um… well, a guy has never given me a…you know…"

Sebastian stilled, his fingers turning your face toward his.

"Princess, are you telling me you've never gotten off by someone other than yourself?"

Your eyes looked down at the floor as you nodded.

"They've never been able to," you whispered. "I…there must be something wrong with me."

He brought his lips down to yours, kissing you slow and sweet.

"Listen to me, Y/N. There is nothing wrong with you. You've just never been with a real man. Let me show you what it feels like to have someone make you come apart over and over again."

He nipped at your bottom lip. "First, I'm gonna put two of my thick fingers in that pretty pussy." Another love bite, this time on your jaw. "Then, once you come, I'll make you do it again on my tongue." His teeth scraped against the sensitive spot right below your ear making you whine desperately. "Finally, I'll make you scream my name as I fuck you full of my cum."

"Oh, god, Sebastian! Please…make me feel good…"

"Shh, I've got you, baby."

His hands moved from your arms to the top of your bra, "see, what those other men don't know is that women need intimacy. They need," he pulled the thin lace material down and began rolling your nipples between his fingers, "to be touched and caressed. They need more than just a quick fuck to feel good."

Your chest heaved, your hand absentmindedly making its way to grab your hair from the jolts of pleasure he was giving you.

"Fuck…"

Sebastian carefully turned your body and laid you down, his left hand gliding down to your panties. "How attached are you to these?"

You shook your head, "at this point, I don't care about anything other than you… just… please do something."

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Oh, doll, that's sweet of you... Already tellin' me I'm all that you care about, and I've barely even touched you. Kinda makes me think there's a deeper meaning to those words."

He wasn't looking for a response, nor did he give you a chance to come up with one because in the next second he tore your panties from your body. Sebastian smoothed his fingers just above your clit, moving back and forth, making you whine in frustration.

"Goddammit, Seb, I swear if you don't touch m-"

His other hand wrapped around your throat and pulled your head back so you could see his face. "Watch it, Y/N. If you keep bein' a brat I'm gonna have to treat you like one."

The hand around your throat migrated to your right nipple while the middle and ring fingers on his left moved up and down your soaked folds.

"Oh, fuck! S-Sebastian, oh, god yeah, like that, just like that. Please don't stop."

He circled your clit, applying delicious pressure fueling your inferno of arousal like it was a wildfire.

"So fuckin' wet, Y/N. You want me to make you come? Ready to come undone just from my fingers, honey?"

All you could do was nod, and finally, finally, he pushed them inside of you. You cried out, your hips raising to meet the quick thrusts of his fingers.

"Oh, my god! Fuck!"

He spread the ones on his other hand and pressed you back down holding you in place. "Yeah, princess? That feel good?"

He leaned down and swirled his tongue over a nipple before taking it between his teeth.

"Shit! Sebastian I-... baby, please!"

He smirked and increased the pressure of the hand splayed on your lower abdomen. "Oh, doll, this isn't even the best part. If you think it feels good now, you're in for a real treat."

The moment he curled his fingers and rubbed them back and forth you arched your back and screamed. The added pressure he was applying with his other hand only intensified the feeling, your eyes rolling back on their own accord.

"Jesus baby girl, I can feel you clenching around me already. You look so fuckin' gorgeous like this, moanin' for me. Drives me wild knowin' I'm makin' you feel this way. You gonna come for me, sugar? C'mon, Y/N…be a good girl for me."

You couldn't hold back even if you wanted to. Your first promised orgasm tore through your body like a bolt of lightning as you soaked his hand, your inner thighs, and the desk with your cum.

Your whole body shook as you tried to catch your breath. Sebastian brought his hand to his mouth, closing his lips around his soaked fingers, licking them clean.

"Mmm, you taste so fuckin' sweet, doll. I've never been able to make a girl do that on the first try."

You grabbed onto his shirt and roughly pulled him down for a passionate kiss. It was needy, hot, and wanting, as you licked into his mouth tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Please… please make me do that again. Felt so good, so fucking good…"

Sebastian chuckled against your lips and helped you sit up. "Gladly, baby, but first I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

You immediately got off the desk and sank to your knees. He let you take control for the first few moments, watching as your shaky hands struggled with his belt. His fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at him through your lashes.

"There's no need to hurry, sweetheart. I'm not goin' anywhere. Let me get these off, okay?"

You sat back on your heels as he stripped the rest of the way, your eyes marveling at how beautiful he was.

"Wow…"

You hadn't meant to say it out loud, his intense stare making you blush.

"See anything you like, honey?"

"Yes, god yes, please let me taste you."

He pulled you to your feet and pulled you flush against him, his hard cock pressing against your belly. "I want you to taste me too, baby. In more ways than one."

It took your brain a moment to comprehend what he was asking of you.

"Wait, what do you me-"

Oh. Oh.

It finally clicked and for the first time that night, he actually looked nervous. His eyes studied your reaction for a moment before looking down at his feet.

"S'okay if you don't want to…"

You stared at him, thinking about the mind-blowing bliss he'd just brought you. You thought about how he was going to be going down on you soon, how he promised to give you two more orgasms.

The thought of getting that intimate with a man hadn't even been a blip on your sexual radar until now. You could say no, but the thought of hearing his filthy moans made your pussy clench around nothing.

"Okay," you whispered softly, "I'll do it. I'll try. I've um…never done it before, but I… I'll do my best to make you feel good."

Sebastian moaned and kissed you deeply. "Don't worry, baby. I'll talk you through it. Also, I know you didn't ask, but I'm clean… ya know…back there."

He smiled sheepishly and moved to stand in front of his desk chair.

"C'mere, doll. Come sit behind me."

You did as you were told and reached out to run your small hands up the backs of his thighs.

"Don't be shy, baby. You can explore a little. I don't mind."

He bent over, his torso resting on the wood as he slightly spread his legs. "'M'ready, love. Just uh…run your tongue up and down slowly until you get used to it."

You gripped his ass and spread his cheeks apart, his breathing immediately becoming breathy. He was smooth, his cock hard and leaking as you gave his hole a tentative lick.

"Y-Y/N…"

The way he moaned your name caused a switch to flip inside you. You needed to hear him say it like that again.

You didn't hesitate, holding him in place with your hands as you flattened your tongue to lick all around his rim.

"Holy fuckin'...Oh, shit! Babydoll, oh fuck, right there! Right there, baby. Jesus fuckin' Christ don't stop, Y/N…"

He was a babbling mess, and it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen in your life. The power you held as you took this man apart just from your mouth was intoxicating.

"Fuck baby… oh, I could come just from this. You've got one hell of a mouth. God, I gotta have it. I gotta feel those pretty pink lips around my cock. C'mere."

He pushed himself up and turned around so his cock was inches from your face. You wrapped your hand around the base and began to stroke him at a slow, steady pace.

"Use me, Sebastian. I need to hear you make those sounds again. Please, baby, fuck my mouth."

His eyes darkened, his gaze turning possessive, and you gasped when he bunched your hair between his fingers and yanked your head back.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, "'s'that what you need? To be my filthy little plaything?"

You whimpered and opened your mouth.

"Mmm, such a little slut for it aren't ya? So hungry for my cock. Remember to breathe, doll."

He rocked his hips forward, pushing into your mouth slowly, and when he hit the back of your throat you dug your nails into his thighs.

"Shh, don't tense up, sugar. Relax…breathe through your nose. You can do it, Y/N. Fuck! That's it."

He slid past your gag reflex into your throat, your face buried in soft dark curls. His right hand lightly moved up and down the column of your neck feeling himself inside of you.

"God, you're perfect, baby. So fuckin' sexy with my cock down your throat. Just wan- oh, shit! Baby, fuck!"

You swallowed around him and brought your hand up to gently squeeze his balls. Sebastian pulled you off of him, the grip on your hair tightening a fraction.

"You tryin' to kill me, baby? Open that mouth again, naughty girl."

As soon as you did he wasted no time thrusting back in, setting a solid rhythm as obscene words spewed from his lips.

"Such a bratty little whore. So desperate and - oh, god - needy for me. Bet you've fucked yourself to the thought of me. Haven't ya you little cock-slut? Fuck, yeah baby, that's right. Take it. Take my fuckin' dick like you were made for it, Y/N."

The moment his thrusts became sloppy he pulled out of you allowing you to take your first real deep breath in a while.

"You look so pretty right now. Your swollen lips, face covered with spit and tears, fuck baby, wish you could see yourself.

He wiped the wetness with his thumbs and motioned to his couch.

"Go sit for me, Y/N. I think you deserve to cum again."

The moment you leaned back against the soft cushions he knelt in front of you. One of his large hands curled around the back of your calf as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up towards your pussy.

"Sebastian, please…'m'so wet. Need to feel you so badly…"

He took the skin of your inner thigh between his teeth, biting and sucking little love bites that only added to the anticipation.

"So impatient, baby. Can't you see I'm busy marking what belongs to me? That pretty face, your perfect tits, these toned legs, your tight little pussy, all of you is mine, Y/N."

Your heart thudded hard against your chest, "Yes. Yes, I'm yours …all yours. Please just…please!"

He took pity on you and hooked your legs over his shoulders, his lips closing around your clit.

"Ohholyfuckingsh- oh god, Sebastian!"

His strong arms held you in place as he devoured your pussy. His tongue was everywhere. Circling your bundle of nerves, gliding between your folds, and when he delved it inside of you it made your vision go white.

"Oh, shit! Shit! Fuck! S-Sebastian I… baby, I can't...oh my god!"

He pulled off of you, his lust-blown pupils staring into your own.

"You can, doll. Let yourself feel what I'm doin' to you. Focus on the pleasure and let go for me. Come all over my face, sweetheart."

Sebastian started his assault again, groaning when you grabbed his hair to pull him closer.

"Shit, ohmyfuckinggod! Right there…oh, baby right there! More! Oh, fuck I need more!"

He rolled your clit between his fingers while his tongue explored your hole expertly.

"Oh, god...you're gonna make me…oh, god I'm gonna...gonna cum! Sebastian! Sebast-FUCK!"

You shook violently, your release saturating the dark green cushion below you.

"God damn, baby…that was so fuckin' hot. Taste so good too. Just like candy."

He picked you up again, one hand holding you just above your ass while the other rested in the middle of your back. You laced your fingers behind his neck and kissed him slowly, taking the time to memorize the taste of him mixed with yours.

It wasn't about ravishing each other anymore, no, this was sensual. He held you tight, turning to lie down on the couch before pulling you on top of him. His calloused hands touched every inch of you he could reach and all you wanted to do was drown in him. You'd stay in this moment forever and let yourself be consumed by him if you could.

"Sebastian, baby, I…please, can I ride you?"

He moaned and licked his lips.

"Yeah, princess. You want me to prep you first?"

You shook your head and reached behind your body to grab his cock.

"No. No, I wanna remember this…wanna remember how it feels as you fill me up."

"Y/N," his hands held your hips, "don’t hurt yourself, honey. You act like I'm gonna disappear or somethin'."

Sebastian's left hand cupped your cheek. "This isn't a one-time thing, ya know. At least I don't want it to be. I meant what I said earlier. Those marks on your legs, doll? Yeah, I did that to claim you. I want you to be mine, sugar."

If you weren't so turned on his words would have made you cry. Taking a shaky breath you positioned him at your entrance. "I need this, Seb. Please…can I?"

He nodded and you let yourself begin to sink down onto him.

He was the biggest you'd ever had, there was no doubt about that. His cock was gorgeous, well, all of Sebastian was, but his cock was so long and thick. Your eyes squinted shut, beginning to water as he stretched you.

"Y/N, baby, you're gonna hurt yourself."

You planted your hands on his chest and took a shaky breath. "No, I just… I need you to touch me…" You took his wrist and brought his hand to your clit. "Please…"

He began drawing loose circles, taking his time to prolong your pleasure, and a few minutes later you'd taken him to the hilt.

"Fuck, babydoll…," he moaned. "You're so damn tight."

For a few moments, you stayed still, allowing your body to get used to him. Finally, you carefully began to move, both of your cries echoing throughout the room.

"God, sweetheart, I can't believe how beautiful you look right now. Bouncin' up and down on my cock, fuck you're a dream come true."

You leaned forward, the new angle making you throw your head back in ecstasy as he hit your spot every time.

"Oh, god… Sebastian! It's so good… feels so good! Fuck, baby… want you to make me cum. Want you to ruin me - f-fuck… oh, god… - and I-I wanna feel you cum."

His kiss was sloppy, his resolve fading fast from how good you felt.

"I'll give you what you want, princess. But first, I need you to give me one more. C'mon, sweet girl, I know you can do it. Wanna feel you squeeze me…"

He slapped your ass and you cried out, your third orgasm approaching fast. His fingertips dug into your skin as he fucked up into you fast and hard. You were sure everyone within a 5 block radius could hear you, but you couldn’t care less.

"Fuckin' do it, baby. That's right, yeah…there you go. Can feel you…this perfect fuckin' pussy gripping my cock. C'mon, Y/N, give me what I want. Be a good girl and make a mess. Make a fuckin' mess all over me, baby."

The moment his right hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed the dam inside you broke. Your third orgasm hit you like a freight train, and if he didn't have a hold of your body, you'd have collapsed. You couldn't move, hell, you couldn't even remember your own name.

"Absolute perfection, Y/N. You did so well for me. C'mon, baby. Lemme bend you over my desk and fuck you full of my cum."

Sebastian had to practically carry you, but soon he had you bent over and spread wide for him. He entered you swiftly, the sudden intrusion making you gasp and claw at the desktop.

"Oh, Seb… baby, it's too much. Fuck, please… please!"

His right hand held your ass, spreading you wider so he could watch.

"Christ, doll. You hear how fuckin' wet you are? Wish you could see what I'm seein'. My cock filling you up over and over. God, baby I'm close…gonna fill you up. Fuck! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come! Shit, baby… AH FUCK!"

He draped himself over you, his body trembling as he came down from his high. Once he was able to catch his breath he slowly pulled out and carried you to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Y/N? You with me, sweetheart?"

He watched you nod and chuckled. "Gonna go get you some water, okay? I'll be right back."

A couple of minutes later he came back and knelt between your legs. "Here baby, drink this for me."

You took the cup and emptied it quickly, licking your now wet lips. "Thank you, Sebastian."

He smiled, "You don't have to thank me, honey. Oh, but you do have fifteen missed calls from Tiffany."

Your eyes shot open. "Shit! Fuck, she's probably worried sick! I told her I'd call her back in ten minutes and it's been… an hour and a half!"

He watched with amusement as you unlocked your phone and hit the call button next to her name, putting it on speaker.

It only rang twice, her worried voice filling his office.

"Oh, thank fuckin' god! I thought he murdered you, Y/N! I was just about to drive there an-"

You cut her off, "Babe, I'm fine. He um… we uhh… he's..."

Tiffany gasped. "Oh, my fucking god! He's there right now, isn't he?! You two fucked didn't you?"

Sebastian laughed and took the phone from your hand. "Yes, Tiffany, we did. Actually, we did a lot more than that. I'm sure the two of you will have a lot to talk about during your next girl's night."

She squealed, making you blush profusely. "I fucking knew it! Alright, you two. Listen up because I've got something to say to the both of you."

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Sebastian as he mirrored your expression. "Oh, yeah? We're listening."

She giggled and gave a relieved sigh.

"It's about damn time!"

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aussiepineapple1st · 1 year

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Why is it Always You?

A/N: The more I try to crawl out of the Chreon hole, the further I fall in😅

Words: 2,144 Contains: Angst, Blood, Dead Body, Fluff.

Leon had woken up in the middle of the night, eyes opening as he looks around the lounge room he was in. The room was dark, apart from the gently shine of the moon streaming in through the open window. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes not feeling like he could go back to sleep. Leon was currently in Chris' house, insisting that Leon stay over for a night or two so he could keep an eye on him. After seeing Leon in such a state when finding him in the hotel, it reminded Chris of when he had his depressive episode. Wasting away in a bottle of alcohol.

Right arm in a sling from the recent help he had given Chris, Leon walks silently down the hallway and stops at the threshold of Chris' bedroom. The big oaf was snoring away, laying on his stomach, head resting on his bicep. The forearm attached to said bicep was wrapped in front of his eyes, hand limply hanging over his ear. Leon just exhaled in amusement, how was that even comfortable? Shaking his head, Leon walks to the front door of the house, he needed some fresh air. Removing his phone from his pocket he places it on the coffee table, not wanting to be contacted if the DSO decided it would be good to give him a job at stupid o'clock in the morning. It had happened countless times before, and right now he needed time alone.

Leon had a spare key to Chris' house, and Chris had one to Leon's, for safety reasons. Just in case something happened and one of them needed grab something from the other's house. That was what they originally were for, not very much anymore though. Both men would just walk into the other's houses unannounced and just hang out, what were best friends for, right? After making sure he felt said spare key in his pocket Leon leaves the house, silently closing the door behind him, walking down the gravel driveway to make his way to the road. Both Leon and Chris lived out of the city for safety reasons, though their houses were still close enough to their respective operation Head Quarters. No streetlights around, only whatever light the moon was giving Leon was lighting his way enough.

After walking to the closest service station, which was still a 30 minute walk away, Leon enters making his way to the fridges. He stops in front of the alcohol, looking over his options. He soon sighs thinking of what Chris would say if he smelt alcohol on his breath, side stepping to the energy drinks. Taking out his favoured one, he makes his way to the counter and places it on the bench. It was only now that he noticed the store attendant wasn't there, no matter, Leon dings the bell to get their attention. Maybe they were in the back? After a few moments of waiting, something about this situation didn't sit right in his gut. Great, and his right arm was out of commission.

Awkwardly he removes Matilda from her holster strapped to the back of his belt and used his right hand to help him remove the magazine. Checking he had bullets before sliding it back in with a click, cocking the slide to ready the gun for firing. "Hello? Is anybody there?" He calls out, Matilda held in his left hand pointing to the ground. After no answer he walks around the counter and heads to the closed door labeled 'Staff Only', aiming Matilda at the door he kicks it open. He was met with a body of the store attendant, her throat slit and hunched over the table. Wide, dead eyes seeming to stare into Leon's soul as he stood in the doorway.

Seeing movement from the corner of his right eye, Leon's head turns, the same woman who had grabbed Rebecca from the hotel a few hours ago stood in the distance. She held a rocket launcher, sights aimed on the station Leon was in. Instincts kick in and he runs as fast as he could to the doors, breaking the glass with the speed and force he used to open them. Stumbling on his feet he hears the all too familiar THOONK, of the rocket being launched. Trying to get behind the building to avoid the extra known explosions of the fuel pumps. The initial rocket explodes inside the shop, sending Leon through the air, rolling on the ground to a stop. He grunts in agony as the pain of his injured arm reminds Leon to be careful with it. Gripping his arm he manages to get to one knee and one foot as the fuel pumps explode, sending chunks of cement his way. He could see a chunk coming straight to him but had no time to react, smashing into Leon's head with enough force to knock him out upon impact.

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Chris was fast asleep in his bed, the sudden sound of an explosion in the close distance roused him from his sleep. Sitting up, Chris throws the blanket from his body and walks to his bedroom window, he saw the smoke in the distance, followed by a second explosion. That was where the service station was. Chris being Chris, he walks out of his room throwing on a shirt and hopped down the hallway as he fed his legs through cargo pants. "Leon, get up, there's something going down at the service station." He says doing up his belt as he enters the loungeroom. Leon wasn't there, Of course he wasn't there! "Damn it Leon.." Chris hissed, seeing the phone on the coffee table, grabbing it on his way to his gun. He leaves the house grabbing his car keys, twisting the lock on the doorknob as he slammed it shut.

Racing to his car he jumps in and starts it up. "You better not be over there, Kennedy!" He said to himself as the car roared to life, immediately being put into drive and racing down the gravel driveway. Chris had his foot flat on the ground, another explosion going off as he was almost there. Rounding the corner he saw the the ball of fire, a familiar woman standing over a figure laying on the ground. White strips on the jacket alerted Chris the figure to be Leon. Without hesitation Christ slams both feet on the breaks getting the woman's attention, the gun in her hand that had been aiming at Leon's head now pointed at Chris. He ducks as a few shots go through his window, opening the door to his car he roles out taking a few carefully aimed shots at her. One hitting her arm causing her to retreat. She tries taking a shot at Leon as she runs away, but misses.

Chris keeps his gun trained on her until he hears her vehicle tear off down the road, taking note of what she was driving and the numberplate. Running over to Leon he falls to his knees leaning over the bloodied body in front of him. Eyes scanning over him, noting the profusely bleeding forehead wound. "Leon! Leon, you answer me right now!" Chris' voice cracks as he pressed two fingers under Leon's jawline, instantly feeling a pulse. "Damn it, Leon! Why is it always you?" He huffs with frustration. "Hold on, I've got ya." Chris assures an unconscious Leon, gently scooping him up in his arms.

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Leon's body felt heavy, slowly opening his eyes to a bright white room. Squinting at the bright colours his head throbbed, causing a groan to leave his lips. This alerts one Chris Redfield who was sitting beside Leon in a comfortable single sofa. "He lives." Chris said with a smile on his face, Leon could hear it in his voice, he didn't need to look at him to know.

"Are you sure? Maybe this is what death feels like?" Leon groaned as he adjusted his lower back and shoulders before turning to where he heard Chris' voice come from. Eyes finally opening again, they were watering from the white colouring of the sheets, floor and ceiling. A dim florescent light at the top of the wall above Leon's head lit the room dimly, the sun starting to light the sky outside.

Chris stands and steps forwards, leaning on the railing keeping Leon secured in the bed. "How you holding up, champ?" He asked quietly as he saw Leon reach up to rub his temples. "The doctor said you'll have a concussion for a few days so no bright lights or fast movements for you." Chris informs, his hand gently resting on Leon's right shoulder.

"Greeeaaaat, Lucky me." Leon replied with a sigh, he looks up to Chris feeling his warm hand press on his shoulder. Flinching as he saw Chris leaning down quickly, placing a kiss on Leon's lips. He lays in the bed with wide eyes, ice blue eyes staring up to Chris' azure blue ones. Leon couldn't speak, his mouth hanging open slightly as he tried to process what just happened. He could feel his ears turn a hot red under his bangs, his cheeks turning a shade of deep pink. "What..." Is all he could get out.

"Sorry, I should have asked!!" Chris said pulling away from the bed, his cheeks going a deep red with embarrassment. He then takes off out of the private room.

"Wait!" Leon calls out pulling himself to sit up with the railing on his left. Chris hurried towards a lounge area, a few comfortable lounges, with two vending machines, one with snacks and the other with drinks. Leon gets out of his bed, turning the blood oxygen machine off before removing it from his finger so he didn't alert the nurse. He then stumbles towards the door, holding the hospital gown straps at his hips he exits his room. Looking left and right to see if he could tell which way Chris had walked, he spots a sliver of his shoulder in front of a vending machine to his left.

Leon takes a few steps before crashing into the wall on his left side, taking a moment to recuperate before pressing on. "Chris.." He calls in a shouted whisper, not wanting to disturb anyone who may be in the other rooms. Chris' head pops around the corner hearing his name, walking quickly to the stumbling Leon. Placing his hands on each of Leon's biceps to stabilize him.

"Hey, take it easy ther-" Chris' word was cut off as Leon's lips pressed to his. Eyes wide he looked down to Leon who had his eyes closed tight. Losing balance from leaning up to kiss the taller man he falls into Chris, having to pull back from the kiss as he sandwiched his injured arm between them. He hissed in pain as Chris helped him stand up straight. "As I said.. Take it easy." Chris says lowering his neck to be able to look into Leon's eyes.

"Okay.." Leon responds with a nod, leaning into Chris as he helped him back to his room.

"Here, let me get that for you." Chris offers once back inside Leon's room. Pointing to the robe strings Leon was holding at his hip. Letting go of the thin strings, Leon allows Chris to tie it up at his left side. As Chris concentrates on making a bow, Leon couldn't help but stare at his face.

"You know staring is considered rude, right?" Chris said with a smile on his face.

Leon only shrugs, now face to face with Chris as he had finished tying the bow. "So what? I want to be rude right now." Chris just gives him a wider smile then looks past Leon to the bed.

"You should probably get some rest. I'll still be here when you wake up." He nods, motioning to the bed behind Leon with his nose. With a nod Leon just turns around and wobbles to the hospital bed, plonking down on it and getting comfortable once again. Chris makes his way over to the single sofa and leans back into it, his elbows resting on the arms and fingers enlaced over his stomach as he watch Leon. "Go to sleep, Kennedy." He repeated for Leon to rest. Not arguing Leon would lay there, keeping his eyes on Chris before not being able to hold them open any longer. Burying his head into the white pillow, Leon closed his eyes and very soon fell asleep. Chris followed suite very shortly after. He was glad there was that moment between them, it had been unspoken for a very long time. However now that it was out in the open about how the both of them felt, Things were probably going to change, for the better.

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You’ve Got The Same Dream as Me (Ch. 3)

Hello, kiddos! The idea for this fanfic came to me from a dream (again) I had about a month ago. Тhe main characters were Tom Cruise and Henry Cavill (don't ask me why), but with a light hand they have been replaced (sorry, guys). The main action of the dream took place somewhere in the sands. Аlthough this fanfic will feature Sir Crocodile and our beloved Buggy, the action shifts to the desert. No marines, ships etc. Sorry, not sorry :) The devil fruit's abilities are preserved. Catch the Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes :) I have no idea how many chapters there will be. Different titles and names from the original source material will be used to emphasise the general OP's vibe.

Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

And thank you to my dear @yujo-nishimura and @laurasoretta for believing in me :)

Description: Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure..

Warnings: 12+, I think. As always, no smut, angst, violence. Adventures and fun only. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC.

Words: 1430 (sorry, not sorry)

The title is taken from «You've Got the Same Dream as Me» (Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli) (One Piece, Netflix)

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Rika and Catherine held their way to a small bar.

"Is this man of yours reliable? Can he be trusted?" Catherine could hardly contain her excitement.

"I wouldn't trust a clown like him one hundred per cent, but yes, I can vouch for him", Rika said, scratching her left arm.

"I don't trust you much either, but you probably know the local best, so I don't have a choice".

"I'm sure I do", Rika laughed. "God, you say the strangest things sometimes.

"Okay, well, you have to explain one thing to me. Why we're going to a bar when it's not even noon?".

"Other days we would go to his circus tent. But at eleven o'clock on Wednesday morning this man can be only here", Rika pointed to the bar sign.

“Don't be like Tangerine and Drink at Arlong's”? Catherine squinted, putting a hand to her forehead, shielding herself from the sun, she read the bar’s title. "What idiotic names these places have".

The girls entered the bar. Inside, there were massive wooden tables and chairs, the floor was scuffed. Yes, it had clearly seen better days. The air smelled of alcohol and tobacco.

"Why are there pictures of people who look like fish on the walls?" Catherine whispered, nudging Rika lightly in the shoulder.

"Because this bar is run by Arlong, damn it. Once upon a time it belonged to someone else, I honestly don't know who. But the last owner owed Arlong money, so-- The owner was never seen again, and the bar had new owners".

"But why are they fish?" Catherine whispered again.

"You've never heard of fish people?" Rika asked in surprise.

"Fish people? No, there aren't any in my country", Catherine shook her head negatively.

"God, you live a boring life there. Wait a second..."

Rika suddenly stopped a man passing by with a tray. Honestly, he looked more like a squid or an octopus with the human body.

"Hey, Ernie. Have you seen our mutual friend? He should be here by now", Rika asked, taking two whiskey glasses from the fishmonger's tray.

"He's over there by the bar top. How did you not notice him right away", the squid replied with a grin.

"Thank you, sweetie, you can go now", Rika nudged Ernie lightly in the back and turned to Catherine. "He's here, just as I thought. Please, Catherine, honey, do me a favour. Just don't stare at his nose, or he'll freak out and we won't get anything out of him".

Catherine shrugged, not fully understanding the last comment.

"Buggy, mate! You don't change! It's good to see you in good health", Rika said cheerfully as she approached the blue-haired man.

"And hello to you, my cookie", the man turned round in his chair towards the girls.

Catherine could barely contain her surprise. He was a tall man with blue hair that was covered by a striped bandana. His face was covered with makeup. Lipstick smeared around his mouth, drawn crossed white bones and blue lines near his green eyes adorned the man's face. But the first thing that caught her eye was his red nose.

"Now I understood why she asked about the circus. Damn, he looks like a clown", the thought flashed through Catherine's mind.

"Please tell me that glass is for me. You owe me one after your loss in our drunken roulette game last month", said Buggy, pointing to the drink.

"Don't remind me of that night, please", Rika rolled her eyes and placed one glass in the clown's hands.

"Come on, it wasn't that bad. You even went home with a cute cook", he replied with a laugh.

"You're a jerk", Rika replied with a chuckle, sipping her whiskey.

"I think we figured that out a long time ago. So.. Wait...", Buggy glanced at Catherine, "who's that with you? Is that for me, too? Well, look, Rika, my biscuit, you certainly lost last time, but this is too generous".

"Gross", Catherine cursed out loud.

"What did you just say, cotton candy?" Catherine could hear the irritation in Buggy's voice.

"I said tha….", she didn't finish the sentence.

"Okay, okay, guys, calm down. We got off on the wrong foot", Rika took Catherine by the shoulder and sat her down at the bar to Buggy’s right. "Buggy, this is Catherine. Catherine, this is Buggy. And I'm not going to ask you to make up on pinky toes. Now let's have a drink to lighten the mood".

When the waiter brought everyone a glass of whiskey, Rika sat down on Buggy's left. They began to whisper about something. Catherine leaned slightly over the counter to get a better look at his big red nose.

After a couple of seconds, noticing her interested look in his side-eye, Buggy stood up abruptly and walked away.

"Could you please not stare? I told you!", said Rika with irritation in her voice.

"I di…, I didn't... I've never seen anything like it. Is it real?"

"What? His nose? Yes, so what? Do you have a problem with that?" Rika sipped her whiskey, giving Catherine an angry look.

"What? No, I don't. He’s… He's cute. Even with that nose", Catherine blushed a little.

The girls sat alone for a few minutes, until finally Buggy came back and plumped down on a chair.

"Hey, fishy, let's have some more whisky! A bottle!" he said, making a characteristic gesture with his hand.

"Look, Buggy", Catherine mumbled, "I'm sorry if I offended you… by staring.. staring at your nose".

"Baby, I'm Buggy the Genius Jester, you can't offend me", he said with a laugh, "So, Rika, my dear pie, what brings you to me? I'm sure it wasn't just a drink".

Rika cleared her throat.

"Listen, we need to get to the Sabaody Desert. You've been there a few times before, you know the way".

"Why do you need to go there?" asked Buggy, opening a bottle of whiskey.

"I'm looking for my sister", Catherine said loudly, she was very surprised at how loud she sounded.

"And? What do you want from me? Find some young boys or grandfathers, I don't care who will take you there", he sipped the whiskey from the neck of the bottle.

"But you know those places better than anyone in this town", Rika replied, putting her hand on his shoulder.

Irritation came over Catherine. She seemed to be wasting her time with meaningless conversations.

"Look, I was told you're the coolest guy in this town", she made air quotes, "And you can be trusted. But the way I see it, you're just a drunken piece of shit".

She jumped up from her chair.

"Catherine, calm down and sit", Rika hissed.

"No, let's leave and find someone else. I don't want to waste my time talking to a grown man who painted himself to look like a clown".

"She's so boring, why did you bring her? She's ruining my buzz!", Buggy looked at Rika with surprise, pointing the neck of the bottle at Catherine.

"Don't you dare point that slobber bottle at me, you jerk!" she slapped his arm.

"Sorry, your highness", he bowed royally.

Rika threw an angry look at Catherine.

"I said sit down!" she drilled her with her eyes.

"Shit.. Are you sure that jackass is the best and can help us?" Catherine asked with surprise in her voice, pointing at Buggy.

"Baby, I'm the best at everything", he said, running his hand down Catherine's neck.

"Alright, lovebirds, that’s enough", Rika slapped her hands on the table, "Cathie, show him what you showed me".

Catherine growled and quickly pulled diaries, maps, notes out of her bag and placed them on the table.

"See?" Rika smiled.

"Fuck me! What's that? You think this is... Coordinates?" Buggy grabbed the diary and started flipping through it. "I wonder... Very interesting. You're not so simple, pumpkin", he reached out and started running his hand through Сatherine's hair. She yanked back.

"There's what you love so much, my dear clown. Treasure! Don't tell me looking at those cards didn't make you think of it", Rika whispered in his ear.

"I can pay you to take us there. And if there's really something in there. I don't know.. gold or diamonds or women or whatever you want to find, you can have it. Please!" Catherine looked at him with pleading in her eyes.

"Of course, you'll pay, my cotton candy, I wouldn't get out of my chair for free", Buggy glanced at Catherine. She suddenly felt goosebumps run down her spine. "Well, when do we start?"

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cyberhades · 2 years

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𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 ੈ♡˳ | Eddιᥱ Mᥙᥒ᥉᥆ᥒ ᥊ Fᥱ꧑! Rᥱᥲdᥱr

Warnings: angst, sadness, mention of teenage pregnancy, mention of death, anniversary of death.

A/N: My heart was sad after writing this. But I got some inspiration by "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd.

“TODAY HAD EVERYTHING to be just another normal day in 1990 but it is not. And this is Eddie Munson writing, I'm famous for playing guitar in the thrash metal band Corroed Coffin. I'm here seriously thinking about how to actually start this letter since I've been doing it for a while because it's a way to get rid of the trauma. I have to admit that over the years it became my therapy.

Looking at the clock in my room here, I can clearly see that it's 4 o'clock in the morning. I just woke up and I'm not sleepy at all. I have bouts of insomnia, in fact I always had and now that I woke up this morning full of energy there is nothing better than good old pen and paper. Nice words, don't let me down now, please!

Okay, okay. Let's start for real, better this way?

How do you even start a letter? I know I wrote one of these last year, last year and last year. Well, it's been four years since I've written these letters but I still get stuck in words and get lost in grammatical issues. Without further ado, let's go before I lose focus.

Hello, my love!

What the fuck, my hands are still shaking writing this to you, however it does not affect my handwriting. I remember you always complimented me on that, so I'm trying to keep it impeccable. I came to tell you the good news.

Where do I start? Oh, I know!

Look, the band is having a lot of success and we are on our way to owning the world, Ozzy Osbourne has become our biggest friend and supporter. I know you would be very proud of your beautiful guitar player here. Touring has been a lot of fun and I always find myself imagining what it would be like if you were here.

Sometimes on cold nights when the light from the rays and lightning lights up the whole room I miss your warmth in bed. However, you can't go back in time and play God, and I'm fully aware of that. Oh, how I wish... how I wish you were here.

Steve misses you everyday, Nancy misses you everyday, Robin misses you everyday, Hopper misses you everyday, I miss you everyday... we all miss you everyday. We know you wouldn't want us to be sad missing you but this is kind of complicated since you were a person who brought us light.

Day after day I try to get over the fact that I'll never hold you again, I'll never kiss you again, I'll never hear your laugh again, or see that beautiful smile. It's sad to think like that, isn't it? But it's a sad reality that I have to deal with day after day with your absence during these four years.

I know you're in a much better place now, because that's where you deserve to be. Dancing with the angels and holding stars in your hands.

I'm going to talk about our daughter Felicia now.

Felicia is 4 years old now. She is very beautiful and I have to confess that she looks a lot like you. Honestly, she doesn't miss you just because she hasn't had enough time to stay with you since you died when she was just five months old. You died so young, my love, you were only 20.

I remember that you had already finished school, we had known each other for a few years. I also remember when you came all happy in 1985 to tell me about your pregnancy. In that yellow dress of yours that seemed to carry the glow of the sky in the smallest details.

I remember very well the day Felicia was born in 1986. She was the most beautiful baby in that hospital, no offense to the other babies born that day. Your dad was really mad at me when you got pregnant and so was my uncle but after our daughter was born they became the cutest grandpas in the world. And they are still very cute grandpas, believe me.

When our daughter is a little older, I promise you, my love. I promise you I'll tell her that you died heroically saving the city from the demonbats.

Today I understand that I have a little bit of you in almost everything. There are fragments of you in the bed sheets, my shirts, my guitar, our daughter, the incredible memories...

Everything you did was art and left a little bit of you in it. It's amazing to think how lucky I was to date such a perfect woman.

The paper is a little smudged and the ballpoint pen ink is slowly dispersing along the lines. It is my tears that wet this letter.

Thank you so much for being my main source of energy and my main pillar of support during all these years we lived together. You were unique, you were perfect. You were like a comet and I lost.

Everyone needs someone, but I don't know if it's everyone who feels the way I do. Sometimes I wonder how I can breathe with this burning in my chest... you're gone so fast. And I cried for many nights wanting you back.

Today is the day that completes four years since you died. Here in my bed our little Felicia is sleeping, right next to me. I promise to be the best father in the world for her and I give her as much love as you would.

I know you'll always be with me, especially because of the pendant with our initials that I've worn on my silver chain since 1985. But I miss you anyway, that's kind of unavoidable.

I love you, my love. I hope you are resting with the angels now Mrs Munson, because you deserve so much.

With love from yours and only yours,

Eddie Munson, your freak.”

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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All Grown Up ~ JJK | 7

✨ title: all grown up | series (completed) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ warnings: noona kink, older woman, younger man, kissing, oral (m,f), unprotected intercourse, significant age gap (9 years), confident Jungkook, cocky Jungkook, bratty Jungkook, crappy mom, but overall Jungkook is the sweetest, most romantic boy who's fallen in love | warnings for each chapter will vary ✨ author's notes: I won't be updating this series on Tumblr. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain. ✨ author's notes 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don't know when it'll be done. ✨ can also read on AO3 or Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] prev | next ✨ dinner and dessert?

✨ chapter seven ~ i'm so sorry | wc: 1.3k ✨ warnings: kissing, marking, exploring each other bodies

"I'm not sorry."

He leaned in again and kissed you deeply. You were fighting the voice in your head telling you to stop before it went any further. His hands now freely roamed all over your body, making your core throb, and his lips began to etch subtle purple marks on your neck. Still against the door, you could feel how big and hard he was, how much he wanted this too. Everything in you wanted to give in and let him have his way, do whatever he wanted with you. It's been so long since anyone has touched you.

"Is this okay?" he asked between kisses, making sure you were okay.

“Mm, keep going.” Everything felt euphoric; his kiss, his touch, his smell. You led him to grab the soft flesh of your ass, then you made your way to stroke his hard length through his jeans. He grunted and broke the kiss, his eyes still dark with lust, looking into yours. He needed to ensure he wasn’t dreaming and that this was real - he was finally kissing you.

“Should we go inside?” As soon as he spoke, you returned to reality and stood frozen against the door. He stepped back to give you some space. He looked concerned. Maybe he went too far. Maybe he should have stopped. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” He gently swept a piece of hair dangling in front of your face behind your ear.

“I--I should go,” you said, trembling, trying to unlock your door. “I'm so sorry, Jungkook.”

The door closed on him before he could get a word out. A moment later, you could hear him calling your name and knocking on the door. There was no answer from you so he grabbed his jacket and left. You sat on your bed trying to recollect everything that just happened. You were in a complete daze.

I went out and had a drink, slow danced with Jungkook, he walked me home, I kissed him, then he kissed me back and I stopped him.

You patted your cheek and pinched yourself making sure this wasn't all a dream. You couldn't call Yuna. You kissed her baby brother, for fucks sake. Who were you supposed to call? You thought about it for a second then you thought of Hyunie, a close colleague from work. You dialed her number in hopes she'd pick up.

“Hello?” A groggy Hyunie answered.

“I need to come over, stat.”

“What…What time is it?” She looked at her phone, eyes bulging. “Yah. It's two o'clock in the morning.”

“It's an emergency.”

“Is it a writing emergency? Can it just wait until we get to work?” She was ready to hang up. It was too early for whatever this was.

“Hyunie, please. It's important.”

Hyunie groaned loudly through the speaker. “You owe me, big time.”

You arrived at Hyunie's apartment. It was still dark with a dimly lit corner lamp on. You changed out of your clothes into a cream colored ribbed sweater, paired with beige ribbed joggers, with a top knot. She opened the door and plopped herself on the couch, still half asleep, waiting for you to tell her what was so important that you needed to come over at two o'clock in the morning.

“”So, what's going on?” she muttered with her eyes still closed. “Spill it. I'm not awake for nothing.

“I kissed someone,” you spat out.

She immediately sprang up from the couch. “I'm sorry, what now? Did I hear you correctly or am I dreaming?” She pinched herself hard.

“You’re not dreaming.” You sat down next to her with your hands covering your face. You couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. Could it be one the dumbest things you’ve done in your life? Something that you’ll regret later?

“Well, who is it? Please don't tell me you went back to U-jin.”

“No, that's gross. I'd never do that to myself.”

“OKAY, then spill!” she exclaimed, clearly tired and annoyed at how you woke her up in the middle of the night and weren’t saying anything of interest.

You quietly spoke under your breath, embarrassed to say it any louder.

“HUH? Speak louder.”

“My best friend's little brother.”

“Wow. Congratulations. Keep going. I need details.”

You started from the beginning to where it all began, at your family reunion, bringing him on set, going out to meet him at the bar, the incident outside your apartment. “This is bad. It's bad right?”

“Yeah dummy it's bad. He's your best friend's little brother, but....what she doesn't know won't hurt her.”

You threw a pillow at her.

Hyunie laughed. “What? You're a grown ass woman, he's a grown ass man. You knew what you were getting into when you went to the bar late at night.”

It was hard to digest what she said, but a part of you knew it was true. You wanted to go to the bar knowing that it could lead to.

“Is he a good kisser at least?”

You gasped at your friend. “Hyunie!”

“Well, is he or isn’t he?”

You nodded and couldn’t hide your smile. Kissing him was like a breath of fresh air. Maybe because you had gotten so used to U-jin, you forgot how it felt to be kissed with passion and vigor. You were fighting against yourself to not get up and head to his place to continue, then your mind went to what would have happened if you didn’t stop him. You bit your bottom lip, imagining everything he’s ‘learned’ since he stated how much experience he’s supposedly had. Your body shuddered at the thought of his hands running all over you again

“Earth to Y/n,” she said, waving her hands in your face. “I need a picture. Do you have one?”

You showed her a few that he had on his Instagram.

She whistled. “I mean, if you don't get under his covers, I will. He’s hot.”

“What should I do?” It was a dumb question you asked even though you knew the answer to it.

She sighed. “I guess just make sure you're both up for whatever this is and make sure you know what's ahead of you if you want to keep this relationship going. How old is he again?”

“Twenty-four…” you said, trailing off. And that’s when it hit you. There’s no way this would ever work. How could it? He was your best friend’s little brother, you’ve known him your whole life, and then you go and let him feel you up. You blamed your break-up and the alcohol.

“Yeah, he's a lot younger. I mean it could work, but then again, it might not. Just prepare yourself if it doesn't.”

You sat on the couch twiddling your thumbs. Hyunie was right. You should stop this before it goes any further.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I don't know. Maybe the age gap is too big. I mean I'm ready to settle down and possibly start having kids. And he's probably not there yet, but the thought of dating someone younger seems like a lot of fun.”

“It's up to you,” she smirked. “So all you did was kiss? Nothing more?”

“I didn't let him get too far.”

Hyunie scanned your face and then your neck. “LIAR! I see purple marks on your neck. My god, I'm scared of what this man will do to you.”

You tried to hide the marks on your neck, but you got caught. You still couldn't wrap your mind around the thought of being in a relationship with Jungkook. It's Jungkook, the doe-eyed boy you've known your whole life. The bratty, cocky boy who annoys you. He still encompassed all those things but now in a more muscular, toned body. Ugh, why did he have to go and get all good-looking for?

The real question was did you even want those things you told Hyunie? Those things are what you're 'supposed' to do - date, get married, have kids, etc...Your thoughts ran off on their own, debating what your next move would be.

✨ previous chapter ~ slow dances can't lead to anything good

✨ next chapter ~ dinner and dessert?

#bts jungkook #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook #fic: all grown up #jungkook fic #bts fic #jungkook romance #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n

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lovingdilfs · 1 year

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First post… kinda nervous ö

I have an beautiful idea, making smut stories out Elvis songs!

So here is the first one.

The story is taking place in 1960

19 years and still the biggest virgin on the planet. Maria, your friend got invited to a party where Elvis Presley. When you finally decide to go with her everything changes in one night

(Based on the song let yourself go)

TW: smut, angst and alcohol

Word count 1.8k

The grammar is not it honey, English isn’t my first language so bare with me 🫶🏼

Let yourself go. Pt 1

"Well there is no discussion, you're coming to the party! Girl Elvis motherfucking Presley will be there, how could you ever think about not going." Maria said on the phone

"Omg Elvis!" You said with excitement in voice.

"Yeah girl, that's what I said Elvis is coming to the par-" you interrupted Maria

"Maria, I don't care if Elvis will be there. I hate parties, is always some guys just trying to find pussy.

I'm not going"

"Yeah that's true... but what if Elvis is there to find some pussy and accidentally slips into yours" Maria laughed out well knowing you were the cleanest girl when it came to sex "And besides that point, then we will celebrate your 20th birthday a little earlier"

But the thought made you a bit warm inside.

Imagine if I lost my virginity to Elvis Presley. I wouldn't say I was a fan, but goddamn he was a beautiful man.

"Maria! Stop, I'm not going end of discussion"

"You're coming, end of discussion... I'll be at your house at 17'o'clock, then I'll fix you up and get you ready for the party.

Do you got a dress?" Maria were almost out of breath talking so fast.

"Yeah, no I don't" you said while looking at your closet.

"No worries I'll bring ya some" Maria hanged up.

"Mari" you were interrupted by the beeping sound.

You laid the phone back down and rolled on your back letting a breath leave your lips.

A knock hit the front door

"Shit" you said while your mouth was filled with food, you swallowed quickly and opened the door.

"Hello miss girl, are you ready- what! Haven't you showered yet" Maria lifted her arms, her hands were filled with hangers

"No... I-I fell asleep"

"Girl go upstairs and take a shower and shave every inch of your body" she said while closing the front door. You looked confused at her

"What are you looking at, hurry!" She smacked your ass.

You turned the warm water on, getting in. The warmth were spreading around your body. You wiped the water away from your eyes, looking down at the razor

doing all this work for nothing

You shaved everywhere knowing damn well nothing was going to happened tonight

But what if... 19 years old and still being the biggest virgin walking on the planet

You squeezed the rest of the water out of your hair, grabbed a towel. Dried your body off, putting on some your expensive moisturizer you only saved for special occasions. You opened the door to your bedroom, a steam cloud followed along with you.

"Clean?" Maria said while searching in your vanity

"Yes clean"

"Great, now sit down and let me do all the hard work" she followed your over to the free chair.

You looked confused around,

"Maria have you been looking in my closet?"

"Certainly, I needed to find some sexy panties, honey you need to throw out your grandma panties" she laughed, You rolled eyes at her.

2 hours went by quickly and you finally were done in Maria's beauty salon.

"And just like that! Your done" she swirled your chair around to face your mirror

"Oh gosh Maria, where did you learn all this stuff" you couldn't even recognize yourself, you looked so beautiful.

Your hair waved perfectly, your eyes were popping out underneath the makeup.

And the dress curves all the right places.

"You know, just here and there... If Elvis don't fuck the shit out of you tonight I will do it" she laughed "Now, get up and make a spin for me"

You did as she said

"Wow, I'm such a good friend" she clamped her hands together as she was a proud mother.

"You ready honey to get ya cherry popped" she said as she gathered her things.

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Maria and you pulled up the house, It was beautiful nothing like your own little house.

"Come on girl, let's get drunk and make dumb decisions" Maria pulled your arm.

A bunch of guys were standing out in the porch smoking and drinking.

"Sorry boys, but make room for the girls" Maria said while trying to push them away

How does she do it, the confidence.

You felt the guys eyes all over your body and you even heard one of them say "Goddamn, a ass she got" It left a red flush to your cheeks

Maria pushed the front door open, and the sight left you speechless. It was so beautiful, but so many people

No way, Elvis is going to lay a eye on me. There is so many beautiful girls here.

You grabbed Maria's arm tightly and followed her along out to the kitchen.

"Here take this and down it" she handed you a drink and you didn't even hesitate. The alcohol were burning all the way down.

"And this one to"

You looked at her like she had lost her mind

"Trust me, you will need it"

You poured the drink down your throat, coughed a bit of the burning sensation.

"And the last one for now, happy birthday girl" she handed you a glass and cheered with you

Oh gosh, whiskey

"Now let's dance!" She took your hand, and pushed against the crowd.

"Maria, have you seen him" you whispered into her ear trying to mute out the loud music

"Who..." she said

"You know Elvis" you eyes were searching for him.

"Uh la la, somebody is getting ready for tonight" she smirked and sent a wink. You hit her arm playful "Stop Maria, I just want to know if he even is here"

"Don't worry baby, I have a plan. Just follow along when you are bit more drunk"

1 hour passed by quickly, you felt more intoxicated by the second. Many people had gathered outside to smoke and talk.

"Last drink, and then we'll hunt for some boys" Maria said

"I'll be back in a second, I just gotta touch up, wait for me here okay" You downed the drink like it was water and headed for the bathroom.

The house were like a maze

How can a house have so many doors...

You wriggle the last door handle.

"One second" a thick southern voice came from the locked toilet.

"Oh I'm sorry sir-" the door opened and you were speechless and embarrassed.

Oh god why!

You starred at the beautiful man, coming out from the toilet.

His eyes were a dark blue that burned into your eyes. His hair were messy but still intact. His skin were light tanned

It's true, it really is true Elvis is so much handsome in real life

"Are ya going to use it?" He frowned his brows.

You just starred in silence before snapping back to reality "Oh yes, certainly. Thank you" you said while squeezing under his arm and past the door.

You closed the door slowly, still having your eyes all over Elvis. His hand slipped in between the door and doorframe

"Honey, what's ya name?" Elvis said while looking you up and down.

"Uhm... Y/N, why do wanna know my name" you said in flirtatious way

Nooo, so embarrassing. Never drinking again.

"Y/N, pretty name you got there honey. Well nice to meet ya" he reached out for your hand

"Well nice too meet you too mr. Presley " you handed your hand to him, his soft lips glanced your skin.

"I hope I see ya again Y/N, thanks for the little toilet meeting" he winked at you and laughed in boy-ish way. He let go of your hand

"Certainly, mr. Presley"

You closed the door, and let out a breath

OMFG! DID I JUST TALK TO ELVIS PRESLEY! HE KISSED MY HAND! AHHHH

You calmed down, and fixed your hair and makeup before making your way out to Maria again. "Maria!" You yelled, She hushed you as she were flirting with some guy.

You poured another light drink, and as you were turning around to kitchen counter, you bumped into a chest spilling all over the guy.

"Ah, uh I'm so so sorry-" you lifted your eyes to glanced the guy

Really god again! Could it be any other guy than Elvis.

"Well...well isn't that ma little toilet girl"

"I'm sorry... let me find some paper"

"No it's fine honey, I was just about to head home." He said while holding your hand

"Home...? But the party" you said while frowning your brows

"Party isn't really thing"

The words hit you hard, because party wasn't really your thing either

"I just need to tell Jerry I'm going home" his eyes headed towards Maria

Maria with one of Elvis friends! God give me some goddamn confidence come on! "He looks a little bit busy" you said glancing over at Jerry

"Goddamnit always!" He said, looking a bit annoyed

"I can tell him, if it's. You see the girl, that my best friend" you looked up at him. How perfect can you be!

"Will you honey, that would make me the happiest man" he clenched his hand around your shoulder "On one behalf " you said

"Anything for you toilet girl"

"First of all you stop calling me toilet girl, second of all you take a birthday shot with me" you said while fidgeting with his buttons

"That's exactly two..." he smirked.

You poured 2 shots up and lined them up. "Here you go" you handed him the shot

"Thank you ma'am"

The two glass clanged together

"For you" he said and downed the shot and you poured the shot down while holding eye contact with Elvis.

"How old" Elvis said while wiping his mouth

"20 years old" you said

"Wow 20 years old, that the second round birthday, congratulations"

"Thanks" you felt a bit red in the head

I hope it don't show

"We got a deal?"

"Huh" you looked confused at him "You know with Jerry"

"Oh yeah right, you can count on me"

"Thanks honey" he left a small peck on your cheek before going out the door.

Your eyes followed him when he left out of the door. Ugh... one chance I get and I messed it up You looked over at Maria, her face were smashed together with Jerry.

You poured a small amount of whiskey into your glass and headed for the couch. All the people that had been smashed together at the start were down to 13.

You sat in misery on the couch, pouring the whisky slowly down your throat. Your eyes were getting heavier and heavier until they shut fully.

#elvis #elvis photos #elvis presley #elvis smut #elvis film #smut #angst #lovers #drunk #1960s style #vintage

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theflyingfeeling · 7 months

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Hi hi helloooooo!

There has been a scenario/headcanon/thought whatever this is that I've been thinking for the past two days and it's stupid but I want to share it now 😭

Due to lack of Olli/Allu content (you know they have been in the US for a week already and what have we gotten? Only one pic of them 😤 (and this is a joke btw)) I've had this headcanon that during/after Aleksi's streams Olli realized "oh shit I actually have feelings for him" and that it's not normal to stay awake waiting for the other to text or rewatch the streams when you can't sleep🤧

or vice versa (I'm pretty sure I've talked about this before??) the chat makes Aleksi realize that it's, in fact, not normal to smile so widely when getting a text from Olli or check his phone every minute waiting for an answer 😭 (and maybe Aleksi sees the cute tiktok edits all the kids make and the comments and he realizes that it's not really that platonic after all)

and maybe Aleksi gets scared and thinks he really shouldn't fall for his bandmate and oh no it CAN'T be happening and it's his biggest fear andandand- it leads to Aleksi avoiding Olli and making up excuses why he wants to room with someone else and poor Olli gets so confused and sad and aaaaaaa 😭🥺

I think there was even more to this but I can't remember now 🧍‍♀️ also now when I have written this I realize we actually talked about something like this didn't we?? Well now I talked about this more sorry 🤧

(and once again sorry for all the grammatical errors I'm just writing whatever comes to my mind 😭)

Hello there hiiiiii!! 🥰

Yeah I think we discussed something similar not so long ago but guess what!! I'm absolutely down for talking about this some more because hell yeah feelings realisation and pining and angst and all that heart-wrenching stuff!! 😌

I see your 'one of them realises they have a crush and get scared and proceed to avoid the other because that'll sure solve the issue' and raise you 'what if they both did' because 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 that would be even more terrible, with both of them having the oh shit moment (simultaneously, unbeknownst to each other), thinking they shouldn't be having feelings for the other and start avoiding each other, yet they get sad when the other is avoiding them as well, because even though they avoid each other they still want to be together and they miss each other so much and maybe Aleksi cries about it against Niko's shoulder (without actually telling them what it's about) and Olli does the exact same with whoever he's rooming with and-- 🥺🥺🥺🥺

But yeah, ngl I've been thinking about something similar a lot as well recently. It's just too easy to imagine Aleksi in his studio at ass o'clock with a stupid smile on his face every time he gets a new notification from Olli, and omg Olli watching Aleksi's streams when he can't sleep? Because he misses him so much and then he realises he misses him maybe a little too much? Yeah okay great thanks, I'll be thinking about this for the rest of week probably 🤧😭💕

(okay hiding my final thought under a cut because of reasons 😅)

And like. All that^ is obviously just headcanoning and very much Not Real, but at the same time, we've got to remember that Aleksi choosing Olli as his ghost story buddy for his spooky stream - because he knew Olli would 1) be awake, and 2) be totally down for it - and that Olli was, in fact, down for it and just abandoned whatever he had been doing to do even more than what Aleksi asked of him, way past midnight (!!!!), is something that actually happened and is thus Very Real, and that's gotta tell you something, I mean hellooooo?!?!?! And no I will NOT shut up about this already because it's still the cutest shit ever, and so I'm asking you, is it really so far-fetched and impossible that two friends and bandmates who clearly enjoy each other's company a lot develop some feelings for each other? Like, just teeny tiny feelings?? I for one don't think so 😤😭

To conclude, your honour, they're in sweet bisexual love and probably don't even know it yet 😔

#the main reason why i rather ship band dudes with each other rather than with myself #is that it's much more realistic for THEM to get together than for me to get together with any of them 😅#i'm not saying it's realistic. i'm only saying it's MORE realistic #since they already know each other and probably like each other a lot. me? they barely even know i exist 🤣#but yeah in case someone thinks i actually believe any of this is real: come on 🙄#(...unless 👀)#also! in this house we stop apologizing for grammar errors immediately!! bold of you to assume i notice any 😂#thanks for the olli/allu thoughts of the day <3 #ollixallu #answered asks #sparfloxacin

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Yours Truly - Chapter 6: The List

・❥・Pairing: Elvis Presley x original female character

・❥・Genre: slow burn, mystery, angst, fluff.

・❥・Word Count: 2.3k

・❥・Summary: In which a 21-year-old girl suddenly finds herself having consecutive dreams of a particular rock ‘n’ roll star whom she has never met and who died 45 years ago.

・❥・ Ratings & Warnings: SFW. curse words, description of minor injury, gunshot.

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NOVA

I smiled brightly and said my 'goodbye' before ending the video call. It was Friday afternoon, and I have just finished the zoom call with one of my students. As a way to make money, I have taken up the role of being an English tutor to foreign students abroad. It was all done online, of course, and the students that I teach are of elementary school age. I am thankful that this option exists, as it makes things flexible for me especially when finals come around the corner.

I glanced at the clock and see that it has just gone three o'clock. I have extra reading that I could potentially be doing, ahead of next weeks lectures. But I think that it's time for me to relax, and enjoy my time since it's a Friday anyways.

My phone rings and I answer it, "Hello?"

"I am starving. Please tell me that you are done with your tutoring?" I hear the desperation in Luke's voice.

I chuckle, "Just finished now. Where do you want to meet?"

"No more. I am not eating more." I declare, holding onto my stomach.

"I second that." Luke says, leaning back on his seat staring up at the ceiling.

"Me too."

The three of us sat in one of the red booths at the place. Both of us decided to meet up at the KFC just roughly ten minutes away from the apartment. It was predictably crowded, as it always is in a fast food chain on Fridays. But luckily, we managed to get a space as I don't think we were in the mood for finding a different place to eat - I could literally hear my stomach rumbling on the drive to the place. Initially, it was just myself and Luke that were going to meet up - but in a surprising turn of events, another person came into the mix.

Charlotte.

Unlike Luke and I, Charlotte and I have known each other for what seems like forever. Our mothers have been the best of friends since they were in college, and luckily, we continued that closeness in our friendship. As cliche as it may sound, we are inseparable - like the bond of two sisters. The only time that we haven't seen each other in so long, was when Charlotte went for university abroad. She decided to study in South Korea for university. So, the only ever times that we get to see each other was when she has a semester break. During that time, Charlotte has gotten to know Luke, and unsurprisingly we all formed this natural flow of friendship.

"I could not believe that we managed to finish all of that." Charlotte chuckles, leaning over to glance at the empty bucket of fried chicken.

"We are monsters." Luke comments, shaking his head laughing.

"Well, I only ate an apple for lunch. So that's my excuse, " I shrug.

I lean over and sip my drink of orange juice, "Not that I don't love you, but why are you here Lottie?" I question, furrowing my eyebrows at her.

"Wow, Nova."

I roll my eyes at Luke, "Oh, shut it. I meant to say, isn't it the middle of the semester?" I directed my attention back to Charlotte.

Charlotte nods and smiles at both of us, "No, yeah, you are right. But they have given us a week off to focus on our projects. So. . . I decided to spend a day or two out of the country." She smiles sheepishly with a shrug.

Luke turns to Charlotte and dramatically wraps his arms around her, "I am so happy that you are here, Lottie. Nova has been such a b.itch to me!" He breaks out from the hug and fake cries.

I scoff, "Oh my God, You are such a liar!" I throw a napkin at him, laughing at his dramatics.

Charlotte flickers her eyes between me and Luke, "I missed you both. But truthfully, I just wanted to make sure that you aren't getting yourself into a shit ton of trouble. " She grinned.

Luke then leaps into an update about his situation with Matt. About how he has finally managed the courage to tell Matt about his feelings, and ran away very quickly from him. To summarise, Luke has been ignoring Matt for the past two weeks now. His phone has been flooded with endless voicemails and messages on his socials. I mean, I did try to advise him to just see Matt again and end it right there and then. Have that closure, so he does not have to worry about all these methods of Matt trying to reach out. But in the end, Luke decided to leave him a super long voice message.

"So, yeah, I fucked up." Luke summarises, taking a drink of water.

Charlotte shakes her head, "I don't think so, Luke. I think you fell for him." She smiles, understandingly.

That's the thing about Charlotte. She is soft-spoken, but at the same time is not. Ask any advice from her; she will not sugarcoat. But at the same time, she will hurt with you if you are crying. She is both a risk-taker, and holds onto the safety-net of life. I guess that's why she's such a good blend to our small friend group, it's because she is a good mix of both myself and Luke's personalities. She's the balance.

"Which is exactly why I fucked up. It's not like I planned to." Luke groans, hitting his head on the table.

"Luke, don't hit your head." I cringe at the sound.

He stops and sits back up, releasing a deep sigh.

"I don't think anyone ever plans to fall for someone. They just do. It happens." Charlotte began, "And just because he does not feel the same - does not mean it was a crime to fall for him. You said what you had to say, and now you can part ways." She shrugs.

Luke tilts his head at her words, "You are a wise, wise friend. Both of you are, actually. Why are you both friends with an idiot like me, again?" He shoots us a quizzical look.

"Who says we are friends?" I joked, laughing and Charlotte joins in.

Luke mock-gasps dramatically with his hand to his chest, "Are you hearing this, Lottie? After premium friendship services I've provided her. I am deeply, deeply offended."

Our laughter dies down, eventually.

"What about you, Nova? Anything new with you?" Charlotte's eyes glint in curiosity, grinning at me.

Yes. I think so. But should I say it? Or will they both think that I am insane?

I shake my head, "Not really."

No, I will not tell them about him. At least not yet. Not until I figure the situation out myself. I'll keep this secret in the meantime.

Charlotte frowns a little, "Come on, you have to live a little Nova. "

"This is what I've been saying!" Luke says, gesturing towards me.

"Before you guys attack me, "I speak up, "I will say this. I promised myself on my 21st that from now, I will try to be a little more out there. Key word: try." I emphasised, waiting for their reaction.

Charlotte claps excitedly, "YES! This is what I've been waiting for you to finally do."

Luke gasps, as his eyes lit up, "I have the perfect idea. I really am the genius among us three."

I roll my eyes at him and smile, "Okay. What is it?"

"A list. You need a to make a list of everything that you haven't done before. Like a bucket list kinda thing."

I pause at his suggestion. They must've sensed my apprehensiveness.

"I don't know, guys. That seems like such a big jump."

"There is no pressure to rush in getting it all done, " Charlotte speaks up, "The point of it is for you to have fun and to try new things. Hell, doesn't matter if it takes you years to get through them." She chuckles.

Luke gets up from the booth and returns with a napkin and a pen.

"The point is to simply live." Charlotte says.

I thought for a second. I guess by making a list, it gives me a sense of preparation. That safety zone of being prepared, and anticipating how things will go.

With a deep breath and a roll of my eyes, "Fine. Let's do it." I smile at both of them.

I glance down at the napkin that Luke got and freeze, in the corner of it - there's a faint letter 'E' written down.

"What's that?" I ask Luke.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe someone was trying to write something, but their pen ran out."

After changing into pyjamas, Luke and I meet in the living room of the apartment.

"Oooh, what are we watching?" I ask, taking a seat on the couch.

Luke is silent and doesn't respond to me. I look to him and find him with a puzzle look on his face, glancing down at my leg.

"What?"

"Girl, what happened to your knee?" He nears me.

I let out a chuckle, "What are you on abou-"

I don't continue my sentence as I look down to see what he is talking about. I am wearing short pyjama bottoms, and from such a rush to change into them - I didn't even realise what was on my knee. I look down at both of them, there is nothing on my left knee. But as I switch my focus on my other one, there is definitely something there.

There, on my right knee, is a single small soft-pink coloured band-aid. His voice echoes in my mind, as I remember his words.

"We are going to need a band-aid for your knee."

How?

I carefully peel the band-aid slightly, and right there is the aftermath of a slightly scraped knee. A scraped knee that did not happen in this world. It happened in the dream world. Then why is it on my body here?

"I, uh, I was reaching something from the top shelf of my parents' garage and stupidly fell over." I muster up the best excuse I can find. Like I said, I never plan to tell my friends of my dreams yet - let alone the fact that an injury from the dream world has now manifested here.

I look back up at Luke, and he shakes his head, "Yikes. Be careful."

After watching an episode of 'The Vampire Diaries', Luke and I say our goodnight and head to our own rooms. But I seem to not fall asleep. I am currently staring up at my ceiling, trying desperately to figure out the situation. From my memory, I never tripped over anything the past few days - I am a hundred percent sure of it. So, there is no way that this injury for this injury to exist. But I did fall off the motorcycle in my dream, but-

I need to shut up my mind. This is going to give me a headache.

The quietness of the night eventually envelopes me, and I slip into the state of peacefulness - into a slumber. Well, not for long. That quietness is interrupted by a sound of a gun firing. I am sure it is a gun, and its sound makes me jump as I open my eyes.

My gaze readjusts to my surroundings. There is nothing much. There is an absence of landscape, only the presence of sandy grounds and a long stretched-out road. A desert. There is a single tree in the middle of it all, with a familiar figure leaning against it - a silver gun in his hand pointed upwards, a slight smoke still seen in the air as the aftermath and he blows.

He turns around and meets my gaze, "Sorry to shock you, doll." He grins, and swiftly flicks the gun between his fingers and shoves it in the back pocket of his jeans.

"Well, you always knew how to make an entrance." I smile at him, shaking my head.

I decide there is no point in asking Elvis more questions because it gets us nowhere, and actually leaves me with more questions. There is one thing I can confirm now though; this is the third time he has appeared in my dreams. Consecutive times.

He approaches me and is now standing right in front of me, "And you always know how to find me, hi again." He smiles, biting onto his bottom lip and I cannot help but look into his eyes.

"Hello."

Elvis takes something out of his front pocket and its familiarity makes my eyes widen.

"So, I see you've made a list?" He questions, holding up a napkin.

On the napkin is the list of that Luke, I and Charlotte made earlier. The list of things I want to try. It is the same napkin that we wrote on, the exact same. And it even has the faint writing of the letter 'E' on the corner of it.

#elvis x oc #elvis fanfic #elvis presley #elvis x original female character #original female character #fantasy #author's note #a/n #slow burn #angst #fluff #mystery #elvis fic #yours truly #chapter 6

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Love Me Gently

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of an abusive relationship and resulting anxieties

Genre: fluff with some dashes of angst

Summary: Loki's freaks out when he doesn't know where you are and your reaction upsets him

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When you first arrived at the Avengers tower you were very shy. You didn't speak unless spoken to, didn't question directives, never even raised your voice, but you did your job well so no one complained. You were only a lab assistant to Tony Stark anyway. With time though you became friends with some of the Avengers. You slowly started to come out of your shell as you got more comfortable with all of them. You were incredibly witty and funny once you trusted them. The only person at the tower who made you revert to that quiet timid version of yourself was Loki. You found him intimidating really, although he didn't talk to you often so it never mattered much. You were sure The God of Mischief couldn't be bothered with a Midgardian lab assistant who can barely say two words to him. Although he did try to speak to you- once.

"Stark." Thor's voice boomed through the lab while you were taking notes on your latest experiment.

"Mr. Stark is in a meeting." You responded without looking up.

"Are you new in the tower?" Loki squinted at you.

"K-kinda." You nodded, tight-lipped, avoiding his gaze.

"Oh, hello Lady y/n." Thor said.

"Hello Thor. Can I help you with something?" You asked quietly.

"Ah Loki had a question for Stark. We'll ask later." Thor waved a dismissive hand. Loki glanced at you once more.

"Who are you?" Loki had looked at you quizzically.

"I'm Tony's lab assistant." You responded tightly. You were too nervous to look at him directly for longer than a moment, but you pat yourself on the back for not stuttering through that sentence.

"Loki leave lady y/n alone." Thor had grabbed Loki and dragged him out of the lab after that.

Loki knew he wasn't the most popular person in the tower. He had absolutely no problems with that either. Still, for some reason, your reactions to him managed to bothered him. So he ignored you. Or, at least he tried to anyway. Though you hardly ever spoke to him your presence was not easily overlooked. Not even when you went mousy around him. He found himself more aware of you than he wanted to be whenever you entered a room. watched you learn to joke with the others, smile shyly at their compliments, talk excitedly about experiments with Tony and Bruce. After months of sideline observation that bordered on obsessive he realized he had started to grow fond of you, much to his dismay, but the realization set him on a mission. He would do whatever it took to make you stop acting so standoffish with him. His first plan, ask you to dinner.

"Y/n." He approaches you one night while you're sitting with Steve and Bucky talking about their childhoods together. Your demeanor changes slightly when you register the voice.

"Uh- yes Loki?" You glance up at him briefly but don't maintain eye contact.

"Will you have dinner with me? Tomorrow?" He asks in his usual sharp tone.

"Dinner?" Your eyes snap up to his in confusion.

"Was I unclear in my question?" His eyebrow quirks inquisitively at you.

"N-no." You mutter, gaze darting around the room somewhat anxiously now.

"Well?" He asks with a huff, why wouldn't you simply answer the question already.

"Uh- s-sure. W-what time?"

"Eight o'clock." He says.

"Alright, I'll uh- meet you here then." You nod stiffly. You let out a breath once he's left the room.

"Did Loki just ask you on a date? Sounded to me like he just asked you on a date." Bucky looks at you.

"I- I don't think so? Loki barely speaks to me." You frown.

"I think he just asked you on a date." Steve affirms.

"Why would he do that? Loki and I don't talk to each other- I- should I be worried he's playing a trick on me or something? Loki makes me too nervous." You mutter.

"If he is we'll get Hulk to kick his ass." Bucky shrugs.

"Again." Steve adds. You let out a light laugh.

"Well I guess we'll find out tomorrow. Anyway finish telling me about that girl Stevie almost got his head smashed in over." You joke. Bucky laughs and launches back into the story, Steve mostly offering details when Bucky misses something. The three of you chat late into the night, sharing stories and cracking jokes until you're eventually too exhausted.

To your surprise, Loki asking you on a date was not just some trick. He was charming, and funny, the perfect gentleman, and the perfect date. He managed to ease your nerves rather quickly and by the end of the night, you were agreeing to another date with the god. From that point on it didn't take long for you to become completely enchanted by Loki, with each date you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him and eventually he asks you to be his girlfriend in a sort of awkward but sweet moment during a walk in the park. Since then your relationship with Loki has been something like a dream. He's just as charming as he was on your first date, he's attentive and kind in ways most people would overlook but you appreciate.

You're preparing dinner one night when your front door opens violently. You let out a quiet yelp and clutch the knife you were using tightly in your hand as you peek around the corner to see your boyfriend breathing heavily as he looks around. You sigh in relief and place the knife on the counter.

"Hi Loki, I didn't know you were visiting tonight." You say walking over to him.

"Why weren't you at the lab? You're always in the tower at this time." Loki looks at you.

"Uh there was a malfunction at the lab so Tony just sent me home early. Why what's going on?" You ask, fingers absentmindedly twirling at the ring on your middle finger.

"The tower was attacked. I had no idea where you were. I- I thought something had happened to you." Loki says.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I'm alright Loki." You tell him. His eyes scan you, for injuries you guess, but his gaze stops at your hands that are still fidgeting in front of you.

"What's going on? What are you doing that for?" He asks, his gaze snapping between your hands and your face.

"Doing what?" You ask.

"Your ring. You're twirling your ring. Why?"

"Oh- no reason." You stop twirling your ring and put your hands behind you.

"Not true. There has to be a reason. It's a nervous tick of yours."

"No it's not." You frown.

"Yes it is. I've seen you do it before. You do it only when you're anxious. What's going on y/n? Are you hiding something?" Loki's starte is questioning, calculated, almost accusatory and it makes you shuffle uncomfortably as you answer quickly.

"No." You shake your head.

"Don't lie to me." He takes a step towards you and on instinct, you take one back. He freezes and an unreadable look crosses his face. "You're scared of me." He says.

"What? I'm not scared of you." You say with a confused look on your face.

"You just flinched away from me." His eyes look away from you.

"It's not because I'm afraid of you Loki, I'm just- jumpy sometimes. You know that, I've always been jumpy." You say.

"I haven't seen you jumpy in months. You don't get jumpy around Stark, or Banner and he has a monster sharing his mind, or the super soldiers and one of them is an ex assassin who had to have his brain basically reprogrammed after he was kidnapped and brainwashed by a German terrorist group. I've never seen you jumpy around my brother."

"You haven't seen me jumpy around you before today either. It is not because I'm afraid of you Loki." You insist.

"Then what is it?" He looks at you.

"Loki." You frown.

"Just- tell me." He says. You sigh, unsure of what to say "Now y/n!" He slams his hand on the counter. You let out a squeak and jump back trying to take a deep breath only to find yourself unable to take in enough air. Loki's demeanor changes drastically when he notices you're basically hyperventilating.

"Y/n- y/n, darling look at me." Loki guides you to one of the stools at your counter and sits you down. "Y/n my love take a deep breath- can you count for me? Just from 10 to 1. Can you?" He looks at you with concern as he tries to help you calm down. He takes deep breaths in hopes you will do the same and he holds up his 10 fingers.

"T-t-ten." You say breathlessly and he puts down a finger.

"Good. Keep going." He nods.

"Nine." You rush out trying to get your breathing to slow but struggling.

"Good, next one." Loki puts another finger down.

"E-eight." You stutter.

"Mhm, that's good." He puts down another finger.

"Sev-seven." You manage, blinking harshly to stay focused.

"Good. You're doing well." He says as he puts down another finger.

"Six." You say between gulps of air.

"Halfway through darling, keep going." He encourages you.

"Five- five." Your breathing is slower now but still uneven.

"Good." He nods.

"Four." You say quietly.

"You're almost done darling. Deep breaths."

"Three." You say on an exhale. Your breathing is pretty much steady now.

"Good."

"Two. One." You take a deep breath between the last two counts feeling your heart rate slowing down.

"You did great my love. Let me get you some water." Loki grabs a bottle from your fridge and opens it before bringing it to you helping you drink until you move the bottle from your lips. "Are you feeling better darling?" You nod.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have panicked like that." You mutter looking at the floor.

"Don't be ridiculous that couldn't have been your fault. You don't have to apologize for it but- could you please tell me what's going on?" He asks. You take a deep breath.

"I just, I had an ex. They had- a temper. They would get mad if they didn't know where I was. Sometimes I still react when people raise their voices at me. I'm not scared of you Loki, I promise." You say.

"I believe you, I'm sorry for thinking you were. I didn't realize-"

"I never told you. How could you know?" You shrug.

"How long?" Loki asks.

"Two years. I was staying with them at the time so, getting away from them wasn't easy. It was before I knew any of you and I know you'd never put your hands on me the way they did but- sometimes I can't- sometimes I still react when people yell. I'm sorry." You explain nervously. Loki shakes his head.

"You do not have to apologize for that. You're not responsible for anything that moronic imbecile dared do." He says firmly.

"L-Loki." You mutter. He wraps his arms around you tightly.

"It's alright darling. You're safe here. I'll protect you with my last breath."

"I love you Loki." You say quietly.

"I love you too. More than you know." Loki kisses the top of your head. Loki didn't understand, how someone could have the privilege of being loved by you and take it for granted that way but he knows your happiness will be his top priority as long as you allow him.

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#marvel #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki #marvel fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki angst

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