#it wouldn’t have been that bad if they didn’t know they were slowly suffocating

[kooktrash]

million dollar darling | jeon jungkook

summary: jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

➣ genre/au: jungkook x model!reader [she/her, female anatomy], old money au, smut, plot [soft on the e2l/f2l tropes]

[loosely inspired by ‘crazy rich asians’ movie/book by kevin kwan]

➣19.7k words

warnings: heavy plot. smut. model oc. jk is a wander but he’s really just a rich guy in disguise. oc and jk got heavy tension but good banter. oc is kinda snotty but not really? namjoon x oc [not y/n]. rich, old money snotty bts. sex on a yacht. teasing. foreplay. oral [f and m receiving]. jk goes to town on oc. cunnilingus. unprotected. missionary. oc on top. jk is tatted up in a polo. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk while he’s on the phone with hobi 😭. jk’s villain arc as he slowly turns back into a cocky rich boy hehe. jk gets sex flashbacks at dolce and gabbana

“Come on, it’s my wedding and I want you as my best man. Do it for your best friend.”

The sky had been clear when he landed, a bright blue cloudless sky that resembled the clarity of the sea he had left behind. The air already seemed stiffer and the bleakness of the airport brought his mood down almost immediately.

The only thing to make him somewhat happy to be home was the sight of the person in front of him, a huge grin on his face as he saw him. The man was dressed casual in a pair of sweats and a hoodie but the small details of his watch matched with the luxury car parked outside brought unwelcome attention to Jungkook when people stared.

“I was worried you bailed last minute,” Namjoon said with a grin as he pulled him into a hug, “It’s good to see you.”

“I wouldn’t,” Jungkook reached into the pocket of his oversized black hoodie and slid his face mask off, taking a cigarette and lighting it once they were outside the airport, “It’s been too long without seeing your beautiful face.”

“Yeah, don’t tell Yeonwoo, but I’d marry you if you weren’t such a man,” Namjoon joked, playfully flirting which Jungkook just laughed off.

“Too bad you’re not my type,” Jungkook patted his shoulder apologetically, “Besides, where is the bride?”

“Getting her hair done for tonight,” Namjoon said as they got into a Bentley Mulssane, “Also, please drive, I’m scared.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook scoffed, taking the keys anyway, “If you hate driving so much why buy an expensive car?”

“Yeonwoo liked the color,” Namjoon said as he got in the passenger’s seat of his own car, “Are you staying with your parents? I could still find you an apartment.”

“For a week? Don’t bother, I’m staying at a hotel,” Jungkook said, turning the engine on and driving out.

Namjoon sighed, “So you really are leaving again?”

“Was there ever a doubt I was?” Jungkook asked in surprise.

“Duh, kid. We miss you, you rarely call, you never visit, you barely respond and we know nothing that goes on with you,” Namjoon said, “I thought once you got your fill of life experiences, you’d come back.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything at that, sniffling uncomfortably as he tried switching the subject, “So, who’s my partner?”

This time Namjoon was the one to freeze up, staring out the window with sunglasses on and his jaw locked. With a shy smile, he asked, “Are you gonna bring a date?”

His brows furrowed as he looked at his friend, “Who’s the Maid of Honor?”

Namjoon released a nervous laugh, “Y/n L/n.”

The silence in the car was loud and from the way Jungkook’s jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed, it was easy to see he wasn’t happy about that. You? You were the Maid of Honor and his partner down the aisle?

“You know, her and Yeonwoo are close and Yeonwoo’s always thinking about who looks the best next to her on camera and obviously she’s gonna choose the runway model but listen,” Namjoon could barely catch a breath, “Y/n’s matured more now and she’s going to be there tonight so please be on your best behavior.”

“Tonight? What’s tonight?” Jungkook’s tone was sharper now and Namjoon huffed in annoyance.

“The rehearsal dinner on the pier, it was all in the catalog I sent you,” Namjoon said, “It’s for press. Our parents want to get it on Forbes and Vogue, they want to make it the Wedding of the Year.”

They both laughed at that and Jungkook sighed, “So there’s gonna be cameras?”

“Yeah but don’t worry they won’t focus on you,” Namjoon said with a smirk, “The attention’s going on me.”

When Jungkook pulled up to the hotel he would be staying at for the week, Namjoon left him to settle in with a promise that he would make it tonight so he had no choice not to. A letter from a close friend was sitting on the coffee table and he set his things down to get it.

It was a big envelope with a card and a few things rattling inside that made him curious. Jungkook turned the envelope down so the contents would fall onto his palm and a roll of condoms slipped out.

‘Welcome home buddy, enjoy the penthouse and may all your frustrations come undone — Jung Hoseok.’

The note itself made him scoff in disbelief. His womanizing friend making jokes before they’ve actually reunited. He left the things on the table and left to shower, doing what he could to make himself look presentable for tonight.

Tonight was the beginning of a soon-to-be hectic week of photoshoots, brunches, parties and finally the wedding. You were one of the ones front and center, never taking the limelight from the bride but carrying your own sense of grace that had people turning heads when you walked into a room—or in this case riverwalk.

You vowed to appear your best tonight and opted for a silk, powder blue Prada dress paired with Swarovski crystals on your neck. You did your part as Maid of Honor, directing all attention to your friend, polite smile and gentle assurance when needed in front of a crowd. Yeonwoo found it comical how well you fit into character when you need to.

“The perfect friend,” Yeonwoo joked as you dabbed smeared lip gloss from her lips, “What would I do without you?”

“Oh, I hope you never have to find out,” You said in a gentle voice that feigned innocence and longing. Yeonwoo laughed as she was called toward other people and you let her go as you found the nearest server holding a glass of champagne. You took a glass, turning toward the railing overlooking the shore, tipping your glass back and chugging as much of the drink as possible.

“So this is where the Maid of Honor will be spending her night?” A familiar deep voice spoke up from behind you and a mischievous smile grew on your face. You set the glass down, straightened your posture and turned to him with a soft gaze.

“Now you know that’s not fair, Joon, I’ve been with Yeonwoo most of the night,” you told him, already motioning for another server to give you a glass, completely ignoring the man standing beside him.

“I believe you, darling, now why don’t you come say hi to the Best Man,” Namjoon pushed Jungkook forward who just glared at him in response, “You remember Jeon Jungkook, right?”

“It’s been two years, not ten,” You said, finally looking at Jungkook with a glimmer of annoyance in your eyes, matched by his stare of unamusement.

“Alright well why don’t you two get reacquainted while I search for the gorgeous love of my life,” Namjoon said, making his escape as quick as possible.

“You counted?” Jungkook asked, taking just one step toward you, trying to stop his eyes from trailing down your figure.

“Of course,” You said sarcastically, “I’ve just missed you so.”

He couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes as he turned to the water, “You knew we were partners?”

“Obviously, I know everything,” you said with a scoff that had his tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly annoyed, “Like how you’re staying at one of the Jung’s hotels instead of home. How you plan on leaving still, where you landed, how long you’ve been her—“

“So you’re stalking me?” Jungkook asked, only half joking.

“Don’t you wish,” you laughed, “You’re all over the news.”

His smile dropped. When he had nothing to say, you grew bored and left him behind, making sure to lightly graze your fingers against his arm as you said, “And just remember, you’re the one who despises me, not the other way around.”

With that, you left without looking back and he was left watching the sway of your hips when you walked away.

Money rules the world, even when people want to say it doesn’t. The people who have it are living the dream and the ones who don’t, want the dream. It doesn’t even have to be the luxurious wonders of the world, it could be as little as financial stability or surviving. At the end of the day, it was a Rich Man’s world and this group of individuals were born lucky.

First, the groom: Kim Namjoon. The man with it all, the money, the family, the education, son of millionaires with three hospitals in their name and a line of pharmacies all across the globe.

The bride: soon-to-be, Kim Yeonwoo. The heiress to half a dozen airlines, an airport funded by her family for decades and a beautiful island in her name off the coast.

Kim Seokjin, practically a prince, generations worth of politicians, the highest education and a trust fund worth millions. He was the one you’ll see with the president or in Australia, golfing with men in charge.

Jung Hoseok, the hotel heir to a chain of ten thousand hotels across the globe. He was the one you’ll most likely catch partying in Venice with a princess whose name he couldn’t actually remember—or maybe giving a waitress the night of her life.

Min Yoongi, eldest son of an elite banking firm formed a hundred years ago. He was private about his life, similar to Jungkook, he only came out when he was summoned by one of the others.

Kim Taehyung was wild as Hoseok but more quiet about it. He’ll soon be heir of the billion dollar empire his family built in the Art world of museums and curations and performing arts.

Now, Jungkook’s story was a bit different from the others. His family worked in land development, most of the country being built on the backs of the Jeon’s who brought cities to rural areas and avoided the public’s eye.

They had the kind of old money that everyone knew, even when they tried to stay out of the news.

It was the kind of old money, people could never stop talking about and you understood what that meant most.

There was a mystery to the fortune of your family, it was old money, so old nobody knew where it came from. Some say oil, some claim aristocrats but it was too far back, and too private for any to know. All the public knew were the generous and loving philanthropists and their perfect daughter, the Nation’s Sweetheart, you.

You really were loved by all, the camera, the press, everyone. They all saw the kind, innocent girl in the public’s eye but only a few saw the snotty, spoiled and downright disrespectful side of you that was real.

Where Jungkook craved independence and isolation from his family name, you soaked in it. The attention. The money. The dependence, you were the complete opposite of him and it drew him insane.

One might ask why he was around you if he really did despise you, but for a long time it wasn’t up to him. The group didn’t all become friends one magical night when you compared your family’s net worth.

No, this bond had grown between galas, private academies, horse riding lessons at the country club and family businesses. It was a very elite, classist society where only the ultra rich could really only trust in each other and keep a country afloat off of it.

Do you think Namjoon would have been allowed to marry Yeonwoo if her parents weren’t as rich as they were?

Do you think Seokjin would have married his wife that he met at Oxford if her family hadn’t been international shipping magnates?

It was like a spider web, they were all connected in some way, all controlled and that’s what Jungkook hated.

He loved his friends, truly, but he hated the control. Not a single one of them had real freedom and every little thing they did came with a price and he couldn’t live that way anymore. He understood his own privilege and how lucky he was to grow up in such a way but he knew there was more to life than just that. When he left home for the first time, he didn’t expect to feel so free. It was like a sense of independence he’s not sure any of his friends have felt and now that he’s back he’s reminded once again of how suffocating it all is.

There had to be at least a hundred guests in attendance tonight and he couldn’t find a moment of silence. The suit he wore felt uncomfortable and he hated the way it seemed to confine him, make him more rigid and stiff.

“Please Jungkook, I was only being funny. Did it bother you that much?” Hoseok asked with a tinge of mischief in his voice.

“No,” Jungkook shrugged as he looked around the banquet hall, “I just found it unnecessary.”

“Really? I would’ve assumed the opposite considering you’ll be spending a lot of time with Y/n this week,” Taehyung said with a shrug as the three of them stood off to the side, talking amongst themselves as the guests of the charity banquet focused on your parents who stood on stage making some speech about the importance of giving.

As if on cue, the spotlight turned toward you where you smiled politely and acted shyly for the cameras.

A scoff left his lips as he pulled his gaze away from you, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Oh come on man, everyone knows you have a thing for her—you’re really bad at hiding it.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook stepped away from his friends, “You guys don’t know anything.”

He didn’t have a thing for you.

Sure, you’ve known each other for a long time but that means nothing. He’s known them all for a long time and if anything he's made his distaste toward you pretty evident. When you were younger it was only because you were so spoiled and the attention had to always be on you. He hated watching everyone fall for your sweetness and do whatever you asked of them. He almost fell for it himself a couple times but then he would see the way you judged or looked down on people and he just despised you more.

There’s nothing about you that attracts him aside from your looks…

Tonight you were dressed more modestly in a Chanel sweater and skirt set that looked like you would soon be relaxing at the country club. You wore a black headband with a bow on it and satin gloves, looking as polite as ever while you talked to anyone who approached you.

You were the perfect, doting daughter and anyone with eyes could see that.

“So how mad are you?” Yeonwoo asked once you had settled back in your chair next to her and Namjoon. Even Namjoon seemed to listen in on the question, waiting to hear what you would say.

“What do I have to be mad at?” You asked with a tight smile as you reached toward her to fix a slight smudge on her cheek, “ Jungkook?”

“Well, we know you have some sort of disliking toward each other but…” Yeonwoo bit her lip nervously, “Joonie and Jungkook are really close.”

“We know you two don’t like each other but you should have expected this, right?” Namjoon chuckled nervously, “You’re both our best friends and…”

“Am I saying anything?” You asked.

They shared a look with each other, “I guess not.”

You smiled, “Okay, then let’s just make sure everything runs smoothly this week.”

You did in fact feel a type of way about Jeon Jungkook but you weren’t going to admit that right now surrounded by so many people always lingering around trying to listen. You’ve learned to be very careful about how you act in public and there’s no way your friends will get you to act out by asking about him.

Jungkook was not someone you wished to exhort so much energy on. He wasn’t worth anything to you and despite how many years you’ve known him, you’ve never wished to get to know him. You don’t care where he goes when he’s not home or who he talks to, nor what he does. He doesn’t cross your mind at all through your normal day to day and you surely weren’t going to let him in this week. All he has going for him is his money and his looks.

Ever since you learned he would be the Best Man you thought about what that would mean and accepted that he would be the one to walk with you down the aisle. Despite not being happy about it, you managed to hide your resentment quite well.

You know how he feels about you and over time that’s made you develop a disliking toward him which you find only fair. He might dislike you for being spoiled but you dislike him for being so entitled.

For some reason, he thinks distancing himself from this life means he’s better than everyone else and you hate that. He thinks that by moving away and making his own money suddenly makes him different than the rest of you but that’s not true. He just wants to act like he’s self made so he can feel superior to all of you trust fund babies and that is what annoyed you.

After some time third wheeling, you were getting tired and slightly annoyed watching the couple act lovey dovey. You hated couples, they grossed you out even if they were your best friends.

“Mind if I keep you company? You look like you need it.”

With a furrow in your brows, you turned to face the person who felt the need to whisper in your ear and get close to you without permission. A smile spread across your lips at the man standing directly behind you, his arm draping over your front and hugging you.

“Hello, darling, I’ve missed you,” Jimin’s voice was soft yet sultry and you gave each other kisses on the cheek in greeting as he moved to the empty seat beside you.

“I didn’t realize you were back,” You said to him, “How was Paris?”

He released a sigh, “Oh the usual, shopping… a few events here and there.”

“Mhm, and when’d you get back?” You asked, now intrigued by his presence.

“Just last night. I was planning on visiting you earlier but things came up,” Jimin said, adjusting the Swiss watch on his wrist, admiring the shine, “What has happened since I was gone?”

“Oh God, he’s back,” Hoseok rolled his eyes from across the room, “I ran into him in Marseille the other day and the guy wanted to act like he didn’t know me.”

“He’s been insufferable since Uni,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, “I don’t understand why Y/n puts up with him.”

“Who?” Jungkook asked, only half curious. He hadn’t been paying attention until he heard your name and his reason for hearing it was purely coincidental.

“Park Jimin,” Hoseok clarified, making Jungkook look closer at the man who sat very close to you, making you smile and touch his arms when you spoke.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” Jungkook seemed indifferent as he looked down at his glass of champagne, trying to resist the urge to look back at you.

“Not at all,” Taehyung said, “He’s just some guy we went to Uni with here. I don’t know how he met Y/n though, probably at some shitty party but he’s nobody that matters.”

Well… Park Jimin was the son of starlets. His great grandmother, his grandmother was an actress, his mother was an actress and he’s been in a few independent films here and there. He spends most of his time sailing on yachts or speaking of the Cannes Film Festival. He’s insanely rich, but he’s still not rich enough despite his accumulated generational wealth.

Unlike Jungkook’s wealth which held actual value especially in real estate, Jimin’s just didn’t compare to his or any of his friends for that matter. So why did you seem captivated by him?

He is aware he shouldn’t think this way, it’s only him reverting back to his old self which was all arrogance and entitlement. He shouldn’t think about how much wealthier he was compared to Jimin.

Unfortunately, Jungkook couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from the pair as he tipped his champagne glass back, liquid pouring down his throat.

“Do you think she’ll take him to the wedding? I doubt Namjoon or Yeonwoo would ever invite him themselves,” Hoseok said and the three seemed like a group of gossips, the way they huddled around each other.

In Jungkook’s defense, he was barely listening to his friends. He was too busy watching the interaction happening not far from where he stood, eyes narrowed trying to understand what was happening.

First, he didn’t like you. He found you unbearable and you were the epitome of everything he hated about the High Society he had been raised in.

Second, he was only looking because you were next to his best friends. Maybe he wanted to see how in love Namjoon and Yeonwoo were but he couldn’t see because of you and your… friend.

Third, he wanted to know how you managed to stand out in your outfit despite the room being filled with people in extravagant clothes.

“I’m not sure, actually, rumors say she might,” Taehyung said and Jungkook couldn’t help but look over.

“What?”

“We’re just wondering if the Maid of Honor would bring her little boy toy to the wedding,” Hoseok said, looking at Jungkook as his jaw tensed, “What do you think?”

“I don’t care if Y/n brings anyone, we’re just dates for the pictures and ceremony,” Jungkook said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“So are you going to take a date too then?” Taehyung asked.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as a server came around holding a tray of champagne glasses and he switched his empty one out for a full one. He didn’t bother to look back at his friends as he began walking away, “I’ll be back.”

“It’s so hard for him to act like he doesn’t care.”

“Kook! Come here, man,” Namjoon said with a wide grin as he saw his best friend walking by them. Jungkook didn’t bother glancing down at you as he greeted his friend.

“Kooky, I haven’t seen you all night,” Yeonwoo stood up to hug him, “Please don’t seduce my future husband, everyone has already RSVP’d.”

“Oh Yeonie,” Jungkook softly caressed her cheek, tipping her chin up to look at him, “If I wanted him, I would have had him by now.”

“Joon!” Yeonwoo whined clinging to Namjoon who just winked at Jungkook, further amplifying his fiancé’s feigned sobs. Jungkook smiled watching her squirm and without him meaning to, he let his gaze fall toward you.

“Y/n.”

You met his intense stare with your own and you could hear Jimin say he was going to get a drink but you didn’t look at him. You looked down at what Jungkook was wearing—a plain black Prada suit, how boring. “Jungkook.”

“Is that who you’re bringing to the wedding?” Jungkook asked, looking back at the infamous Park Jimin who stood with Taehyung and Hoseok, all three of them pretending to enjoy each other’s company.

“Maybe, we do get along very well,” you said with a sly smile as you stood up, not yet reaching Jungkook’s height but he didn’t intimidate you, “Is that a problem?

“No,” Jungkook said, voice low and deep, “I was just curious.”

“And why were you curious?” You asked, a mocking tone in your voice that he didn’t like, “Do tell me, how often are you curious about what I do?”

A scoff left his lips as he looked away from you first, “It was just a question, don’t get ahead of yourself and think you matter to me more than you do.”

An evident pout appeared on your lips and for a second his expression changed with worry but the moment was fleeting. You just laughed [giggled, actually] and with a gentle touch to his arm, said, “No need to lie to yourself.”

His eyes narrowed, anger bubbling up inside him when he heard a shutter of cameras going off, flash in his face and without thinking, he took your hand in his and left.

“If you plan on kidnapping me, it won’t work,” You said teasingly as you left to some dark corner behind large pillars.

“I’m not going to put up with a week of your games,” Jungkook said as he let go of your hand, missing the way your eyes fell to the black ink on his knuckles—something you had never noticed before, not even on the yacht when it was dark out.

“Then stop playing into them,” you said with a laugh, “If I drive you crazy, why bother talking to me at all? I think we’re both very capable of ignoring each other enough to not have to say a single word.”

“What I mean is, you can put on this act of yours for the cameras but don’t drag me into it,” Jungkook told you, ignoring the idea you had thrown out there. He was referring to your strange smiles and touches you give him when in the public.

“I’m not dragging you into anything,” You rolled your eyes, “And you seem to forget all eyes have been on you since you got back—heir to the Jeon Corporation. What do you think people will say when they find out you dragged me out here all alone? The Big, Bad & Rebellious Jeon Jungkook and The Nation’s Sweetheart, me.”

His eyes shut with a hint of anger that he tried to subdue, “Sweetheart?”

“That’s what I said,” you smiled sweetly to prove your point making him scoff.

“You’re not a sweetheart, you’re a spoiled brat,” Jungkook said, looking down at you in your pretty clothes with your pretty jewelry and your pretty face.

“Nice of you to finally notice,” you said bitterly and with a roll of your eyes, you pushed into his shoulder on purpose as you walked past him, “But we’re all the same, aren’t we? Just some of us like to act all high and mighty because you leave home craving independence, ignoring your privilege to seem like better people.”

Jungkook felt the jab of your words but he let you walk past him without a rebuttal.

With a sense of frustration, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to collect himself to rejoin High Society and finish the night with his head held high.

When Jungkook left his hotel the day of the Bachelor Party, he hadn’t been sure what to expect. Hoseok had done most of the planning for it since he had been abroad and when it comes to Hobi, you never know what to expect. It was almost two days of festivities and it was only toward the end that everyone would separate into their respective groups. That meant that once again he was forced into the same place as you.

The yacht sailed toward the private island the events would be at and as big as it was, he couldn’t escape you. There were the main group of friends that were always together and a few added guests, mostly Yeonwoo’s friends. Hoseok had already been hyping up the party tonight more than anything and everytime Namjoon would grow more worried. He didn’t need a big party thrown by his notorious womanizing friend.

“So what do the girls have planned?” Jungkook asked Namjoon as they sat at a table, looking at everyone aboard. Some people wore little clothing, others casual clothes, you wore something in between. It was casual yet attractive.

“ I don’t know, something probably calmer than what Hobi’s got for us,” Namjoon said but his friend had tuned him out after the first part, “Y/n planned it all and leant us the Yacht for the guests.”

“The yacht?” Jungkook asked, looking around at the luxury super yacht.

“14.7 million dollar yacht for Y/n’s birthday last year,” Namjoon explained to Jungkook, “She wanted a Booze Cruise.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff, ���So Y/n got a yacht?”

“It comes in handy, doesn’t it?” A soft voice spoke from behind him and his breath hitched. You looked over to Namjoon, “Yeonie is looking for you.”

“The wife calls,” Namjoon said with a cheesy smile as he left you two behind.

“So, are you ready to go party with Hobi tonight?” You asked with a laugh, “I heard he’s got some former Miss Universe models coming in.”

“Oh, fun,” Jungkook said, slightly sarcastic.

“Kook, you’re not old enough to not like partying with models,” You teased making him look over at you. For a moment he wondered if what you said had a double meaning considering you were a model but he didn’t want to speak up about it.

“I’m sorry, I’m not a party animal,” Jungkook said truthfully, only a hint of joking as he looked around at the packed floor, “I think even this is too much.”

“Wow, how could you be a former Socialite if you don’t like partying?” You asked, “Is it all that time in the jungle or desert you spent alone that changed you?”

Jungkook could hear the sarcasm in your tone but he knew it wasn’t in an offensive way. He had backpacked to a small village in Indonesia for a few weeks before leaving to Nevada or Dubai—and he hated that you knew it all. He enjoyed traveling alone and experiencing things alone; he doesn’t need parties with too loud of music or too many drunks. He’s like Namjoon, they want to celebrate with their small group of friends rather than a party full of strangers who don’t even know what the occasion is.

“It might’ve,” Jungkook said, clearing his throat and checked the time.

You didn’t say much else after that and he got the impression that you grew bored talking to him. He looked at you still waiting to see if you would say something else but instead, you just looked off into the distance, not bothering to hide the sudden boredom you must have felt.

He’s sure he could have found something else to say to you but it was no use when he could see you beginning to slip away when you looked down at your cellphone with a bright smile. You didn’t utter out a goodbye as you left him behind to answer your phone, “Chimmy, I’ve missed you. How’s Morocco?”

“Warm,” Jimin said, “I’ve just finished a shoot and I believe I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Oh I won’t be home, remember?” You said as the final thing Jungkook was able to hear from you before you walked away.

Jungkook couldn’t help but look after you, thinking about who might’ve called you and how things were handled and he had to be honest, he was curious. He wasn’t attracted to you but he found you attractive… He thought you were charming and charismatic but not enough for him to want you, maybe…

The two of you just seem so different. He’s seen as the Black Sheep of the group, not because he’s not wealthy or attractive but because his past decisions have apparently been awful ones.

He was never one for parties so he wasn’t wild and defiant. He did make a declaration to leave all the money behind and pursue his dreams—something rich people were not allowed to do. Especially not if you were next in line to inherit it all like Jungkook was.

You are more free than he is and yet you like being in your bubble. You like the glamor and the responsibilities because unlike him, you know how to play both sides. Do your parents care that you’re out wasted at European raves or sailing on your yacht with a foreign prince? No, why? Because you know how to act like the innocent, perfect princess you’re supposed to be.

Jungkook can’t pretend that well. He can’t hide his tattoos or piercings or signs of nonconformity.

So, yes, he finds you attractive but he can’t let himself fall for you when he thinks you’re too different from each other. It just doesn’t stop his brain from thinking about you though.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked Taehyung who had been sandwiched between two women he couldn’t name.

Taehyung, evidently drunk, shook his head no, “Are you ready to confess your undying love for her?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, scoffing as he said, “Fuck off.”

All Taehyung did was laugh, making the girls he had his arms around laugh too and Jungkook left feeling annoyed. He was just curious to know where you were, that’s all. Namjoon and Yeonwoo are busy making their rounds, greeting and thanking everyone on the boat and his other friends were off doing their own things. He’s already spent too much time sulking by the railing, staring down at the dark blue water that he can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t want to drink to the point that he’s drunk so really, his last hope is you.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked as he went to the rooftop where Hoseok was sitting in a hot tub full of strangers. Hoseok looked like such an asshole [something Jungkook had permission to say] with his designer sunglasses and Vacheron Constantin watch, just barely above the water surface.

Hoseok barely glanced his way as he said, “I don’t know, check downstairs.”

That was all Jungkook needed to know before he was heading down to find you. It took a while of asking any person he passed by, where you might be and through all this, he couldn’t remember why he was looking for you in the first place.

He had no idea where he was going, he just found himself walking down what felt like endless corridors of rooms, following the directions of whatever housekeeper he could find. The boat really was big, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this was a simple birthday present.

“Now, who do we have here?” You looked down the empty hallway toward the man in front of you. It pained you to see just how attractive Jeon Jungkook really was.

You have to admit, he really knows how to dress for occasions. The rare times he’s photographed in some news article, he’s dressed casually, clearly trying to hide from the public eye but now that he’s back it seems his fashion has picked up. He wore a striped black flannel Dolce & Gabbana shirt tucked into cream colored slacks, and matching velvet black slippers from their newest collection.

“I’m just… wandering,” Jungkook cleared his throat, whatever excuse he had made up earlier, completely out of mind, “What happened to your dress?”

A large red stain adorned the front of your pink dress from the chest down your torso. You looked down at the stain with a roll of your eyes, “Some stupid bitch worker. She’s off the boat tomorrow.”

Jungkook widened his eyes, feeling you brush past him and down the hall, “So you’re firing someone for spilling a drink?”

“Um, this is Valento? Do you know how hard it is to get rid of a stain like this?” You asked with a slight scoff as you went to the door straight at the end, pushing your key card in to open it, “It took the dry cleaners ages last time.”

“I didn’t take you as an Outfit Repeater to be worrying about things like that,” he stopped at the door, already looking around at what was evidently the master cabin. The water out the windows was a dark, midnight blue and it reflected into the room of silver and gray. It had a walk-in closet, and king sized bed with a view of the open water and a private deck. He didn’t dare go in and put himself in personal quarters with you.

You gasped, stopping your movements of rummaging through your closet to say, “I am an environmentalist.”

He couldn’t tell if you were being serious or not and he had to fight back a grin at how un-woke you sounded considering you were ruining the planet with a private yacht of this size.

You pulled out an off-white dress, a Jaquemus piece, ‘La Robe Artichaut’, “Ugh, after this week, I am firing a lot of people.”

“What happened this time?” Jungkook asked, leaning against the doorframe watching you, waiting for you to kick him out but you just went toward the windows overlooking the dark blue ocean. As much as you claimed to not get along, you talked like old friends.

You reached your hands toward your back, attempting to undo the back of your dress on your own, “I told my assistant not to pack anything close to white and she packs this dress? I swear people can’t do anything right.”

“If people ask just say you’re supposed to match me,” Jungkook said referring to his slacks, “Yeonie won’t be mad her Maid of Honor is wearing off-white.”

“I guess,” you sighed, letting go of your dress and not bothering to look back at him as you said, “Undo the back.”

Jungkook stood silently at the door, staring at you with dark eyes. The fabric of your dress was thin and soft to the touch—he could just tell with the way your figure had so effortlessly shaped the dress. It is a real pity you had to change out of it, he’ll admit that, but now he’s been asked—no, demanded—to help you to take it off.

He has no idea why you think you could just boss him around but this seems to have always been the case. The two of you were never close in the past but the very few times you would run into each other… as much as he hated it, there was always some sort of tension there.

With your back to him, you hadn’t seen the way he silently made his way across the room, shutting the door behind him as he went right to you. You could sense his presence behind you, see his reflection in the dark window and feel his rough fingers brush against your back.

“I meant to tell you, I like your shoes,” You said casually, his fingers beginning to work the knot that tied the ribbon of your dress, “My friend wore them in Paris just a week ago.”

“Friend?” Jungkook raised a brow curiously, his eyes trained slowly on the ribbon he was ever so slowly pulling loose. His gaze shifted to your reflection in the window as he pulled a little rougher than earlier, “Is this the one you’re always running off on the phone with?”

“You mean Park Jimin?” You asked, not bothering to react at all to his roughness or his speed, “Yes, him.”

You could feel Jungkook’s deep exhale as he pulled it as loose as he could while still being appropriate, “Are you seeing him?”

A mischievous smile couldn’t help but make its way to your face as you turned to face him, holding your arms around yourself modestly, “Is that what you wanted to talk about all along? You could have asked me earlier instead of spending who knows how long looking for me.”

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself agreeing with you, and with a tense jaw he asked again, “Well, are you?”

“I’m going to get changed,” you motioned toward the door, telling him to leave, “Unless you want to help me with that too.”

A scoff left his lips as he took a step back, annoyed that you wouldn’t just answer his question and annoyed he even cared enough to ask. What did it matter to Jungkook if you took a date? He wasn’t in a relationship with you and he barely considered you a friend.

When he wasn’t here and he was traveling, he was perfectly fine not knowing a thing about you aside from whatever article or magazine you appeared in. Why now that he returns and he sees how… glamorously beautiful you are, is he curious about you?

“And just so we’re clear, no, I’m not seeing Jimin,” You told him as he walked toward the door, stopping midway to listen to you, “Because I know it would make you jealous.”

To be honest, you didn’t think he would actually be jealous, it’s just a joke. Something about you just gets under Jungkook’s skin and it wants you to push his buttons that much more. As obvious as it was that he wasn’t at all amused by your sweetness, it was your arrogant charm that seemed to get him every time.

You knew you were beautiful, you knew you had every right to be arrogant and as much as Jungkook could deny he’s attracted to you at all, it’s very noticeable. You’ve never been told no a day in your life. You’ve never been rejected either and you know Jungkook wouldn’t dare reject you if you actually went for it.

Despite how vocal he is about his distaste toward you, you can’t help but still get giddy in his presence. You just want to rile him up and know that he’s attainable to you. You’ve always had a thing for him, he was an absolute gorgeous man and he was wealthy, extremely wealthy. He was educated and had class but at the same time he was rugged and intimidating. You’ve seen the small glimpses of ink on his knuckles and you just know that under all his long sleeves, he had more to show.

Whether you felt seriously for him or if you just figured it’s a spur of the moment situation, you want him.

“Jealous?” Jungkook attempted to scoff but the word caught in his throat with some truth to it, “Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, sliding the strap of your down your shoulder, “Because then you would have to share my attention with someone else.”

Jungkook knows he should leave. You had asked him to leave yet you kept going back and forth, and it was stopping him from doing so.

He should go.

He needs to go before he does or say something he’ll regret.

If he caves in to your taunts then he’ll be disappointed in himself, like part of him was allowing his return to his old lifestyle of luxury and privilege.

“Y/n, you always say things you don’t know,” Jungkook asked you with a deep voice that had you smiling, practically feeling him give in. His gaze was dark and there was no hiding the growing tension, “And you must think you’re real cute trying to act out now that we’re alone.”

“No, I know I am,” you said, not backing away from the eye contact. “And you know it too.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook loomed over you, eyes tracing down the curve of your nose and to the slight part in your lips, “I think… I think you’re…”

You blinked up at him, “Well say it, or are you too busy thinking about kissing me?”

An annoyed huff left his lips as one of his hands pulled you toward him at your waist and the other tilted your chin up until his lips were grazing over yours. You reached toward him, making the first real press of your mouths together and there was no use in acting like he hadn’t been in fact thinking about kissing you.

Jungkook let his eyes fall shut as yours did and he pulled you closer into his chest with the hand on your jaw sliding down toward the curve of your neck, making sure you didn’t pull away just yet. You kept up with the pace he had set of slow yet hungry kisses, pulling on your lips or letting his tongue slide against yours tenderly.

“Well?” You gasped feeling his soft lips kiss along your jaw, his soft black hair brushing against your face, a light scent of his shampoo or cologne that left you feeling intoxicated. The hand he had on your waist tightened at your words, pulling away with a quiet grunt, he looked you in the eye.

“Don’t ask me any more questions,” Jungkook groaned, the taste of your lips still on his tongue and there was a light sheen of gloss coating his lips from yours.

It’s shameful for him to admit how easy it was for you to break him down into every other man who seems to fall at your feet when given the chance. This is exactly what he didn’t want and now he’s pulling the godforsaken stained dress he undid and watching it slip down your body, revealing your naked form to his hungry eyes.

Above your bedroom was a deck filled with people celebrating the soon-to-be newlyweds while the Best Man and Maid of Honor are in the master cabin, half undressed, and stumbling onto the bed.

Jungkook was gentle but firm, he wasted no time popping the buttons of his shirt open, exposing the toned muscles of his body and the ink covering most of his arm. Your eyes scanned the markings, surprise and wonder evident on your face with how well he managed to hide how much he’s gotten done since he left.

“Surprised?” Jungkook asked, eyes low when your hands ran over his slacks, pulling at his belt and nails lightly scratching at his abdomen. His voice dripped with arousal when you sat up from beneath him, pressing light butterfly kisses to his abs and tattoos.

“You always surprise me,” You admitted, not as teasing as before but with a hint of playfulness still there. You looked up from his chest, the height of your sitting form and his standing one looked endless as he towered over you. “For instance, I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you in my bed.”

You kissed along his neck now, sitting on your knees to reach him better and nipping at his sensitive spots. His hand tightened around the neck of your head, not pulling your hair but definitely getting your eyes on his, “Why do your words sound so dirty when you say them so… “

Jungkook couldn’t even finish his sentence before succumbing to you once more and kissing your lips. With little force applied, he was laying you back down on the bed with his tattooed and muscular body just melting into yours effortlessly. With one hand on your neck and the other sliding down to the curve of your thigh, it felt like he was all over you.

“Let’s take this off you,” Jungkook murmured between kisses down your neck as he began to finally take off the ruined dress that had been in his way since you got him to undo it in the first place, “You’ve been teasing me with this since earlier.”

“Maybe because I wanted to see you get worked up,” you sighed as you made yourself comfortable on the king side bed, your body slowly unveiled to his hungry eyes. Once he had pulled the dress off you completely and threw it to the side, sitting up between your spread legs and staring.

Jungkook didn’t bother with discreteness as he eyed down your naked body still in shock that he was seeing it before him. Your breasts were on full display and the only piece of fabric hiding you was a thin lace underwear that felt so nimble and soft under his fingertips, so easy for him to just tear off of you. You looked gorgeous laying so pliantly underneath him and he couldn’t help but let his hands slide down from your bent knees to your inner thighs.

“Did it work?” You asked just above a whisper as he hovered over you, leaving needy kisses between your breasts while he tugged at the hem of your panties until he was sliding them down your legs.

“It really fucking worked,” Jungkook groaned as he cupped your boobs in his hands, letting his tongue lick at your pert nipples and feeling the way they stiffened underneath him. Your hands went to his hair, legs nearly wrapping around his torso when you felt his teeth lightly press into your nipple, sucking and tugging when needed.

His kisses began to run down toward your navel with his hands replacing his lips and kneading your breasts in the palm of them while he moved down to lay between your legs, “I want a taste, pretty girl.”

“Then get one,” you said in a whiny tone that had his big rounded eyes turning to look at you with surprise. A knowing smirk falling on his lips as he lifted your knees and pulled your thighs apart as far as they could go until he was eye level with your pretty cunt. Jungkook was never one to stop and tease when he needed sex, he had a tendency to get a little rough and take what he wants but it’s so hard to move it along when he’s met with the sight of you laying so pretty for him. He could tell your patience was running thin with how long he was taking to do anything and just before he felt you close to snapping at him, he leaned into you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped in surprise with the sudden swipe at your clit by Jungkook’a flattened, long tongue and you’ll admit it caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You couldn’t see the way he smiled as his hands circled around your thighs, repeating his teasing flick of his tongue, feeling the way your folds began to react to him.

He felt your fingers run through his soft hair for anchor and for some reason that slight grip you had on him had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let himself get lost in the taste of your pussy. No longer up for any sense of teasing, Jungkook lets his mouth fall open, kissing your wet heat with his tongue pressing between your folds and finding your clit. Your hips were slowly bucking into his face, showing him just how much you liked his tongue and he knew just what to do to have you coming undone underneath him.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips wrapped around the hard bud while his tongue swiped against the tip of it. He began a repetition of that and grazing his teeth ever so softly against your sensitive folds knowing he found your weak spot when he sucked your labia into his mouth and had your soft moans filling the cabin.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair roughly, “Oh god.”

He didn’t dare pull his mouth off you to give you a response and instead let his actions grow rougher. He unwrapped a hand from around your thigh and slipped it down to your pussy where he let his finger begin to draw patterns into your labia, so close to your entrance that he could feel your arousal quite literally leak out of you.

Your body was filled by pleasure that Jungkook was bringing you and you couldn’t help but bring your free hand to your neglected chest, trying to fill the void that Jungkook’s hand had left as you groped your breasts. Jungkook looked up completely enamored with the way you played with yourself while he ate you out and without any second thoughts, he pressed his long middle finger into your waiting cunt.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss along your pelvis, “Cum for me, darling.”

“Jungkook,” you whined as he pushed a second finger in, hooking them upwardward just past your pubic bone and finding that soft, spongy spot with ease. With the way your walls fluttered around his fingers, he knew you were close and all it took was his lips around your clit while thrusting into that pleasure spot of yours, for you to wrap your legs around his shoulders and shake with release, “Oh my god.”

“Mm,” Jungkook groaned with pleasure, feeling your arousal flood his fingers in your release. He looked down at his wet hand, bringing it to his lips where he licked off the release that threatened to drip down his forearm, “Sweet.”

You looked like a mess trying to catch your breath and come to understand what had just happened between you to think too long about the fact that he was pressing his fingers into your waiting mouth till you licked your own release off him. He lifted a brow as your tongue circled around his fingers while sucking on them with your cheeks hollowed in. It had his breath hitching, trying to pull his fingers back out before he came just from that and began to pull at his own pants.

“Condom?” He asked in an unusually low and raspy tone. You blinked, “It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”

He didn’t press for more as he kicked his slacks and briefs off, hard cock pointed up stiffly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. You wanted to wrap your lips around him and take him deep in your mouth because his dick was surprisingly so fucking pretty you just needed it desperately.

With your mind decided, you attempted to sit up when he pushed you back down, cock in his hand as he gave himself a couple strokes to relieve some tension and pulled your legs apart, “I need you now.”

“Impatient, are we?” You asked with a laugh, making yourself relax when you felt his cock head brush against your exposed clit. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to what you said as much as he was to the way his mushroom tip fit perfectly between your folds.

A soft gasp left your lips as he pushed it against your clit, playing with your labia and letting the clear liquid that dripped out of his tip, coat your clit.

“Fuck,” Jungkook took a deep breath as his cock nearly slipped inside of you, playing with your earlier release to cover his length in it, “Such a pretty pussy.”

With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you grew tired of his teasing and with a quick hook of your leg around his slim waist, you pushed his cock into you eliciting a deep groan [almost growl] to slip from his lips, “Fucking hell, Y/n.”

“You were taking too long,” you moaned, legs falling back again as you tried to ease the slight pain that came from his thick member entering your tight walls. Jungkook’s hair was brushing against your face as he looked down at the way you took him in, “I was trying to be gentle.”

“Did I ask you to be?” You asked with a scoff. Jungkook rolled his eyes, spreading his legs further apart and digging his knees into the bed for support as he covered you with his body, laying down to plant a quick kiss to your lips. “Brat.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” your manicured nails traced down his back until your hands were under his thighs as if ready to make him move on your own, “Are you going to fuck me yet?”

He couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief, an amused smile on his face and without saying a word, he pulled out until on his tip was past your ring of nerves, and suddenly pushed back in. Your lips fell open in a silent gasp as your eyes locked with his and he smirked.

“You need it that bad?” Jungkook asked as he pulled your legs up, pressing them toward your chest and holding them down with his arms as he kissed your neck, dragging his cock back out, “How bad?”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, trying to move your hips but in this position it was useless, “Start moving.”

“Make me,” he kissed the tip of your nose, slowly sliding himself back in just a little. You rolled your eyes, moving your hand to hide your face as you felt yourself getting annoyed.

Jungkook was smiling like this was all just so amusing to him and with his lip pulled between his teeth, he thrusted in with little restraint, starting a slow yet steady rhythm, “Don’t hide your face, darling. I wanna see the Y/n L/n moaning for me.”

“Fuck you,” you shook your head feeling your pussy tighten around him with your legs pulled to your chest unable to escape his thrusts that were becoming more rough by the second.

“Come on darling, you can do it,” Jungkook groaned, feeling like he was on cloud 9 from the way your pussy took him in. He doesn’t know how to explain it but he felt really fucking good right now. He’s not sure if it’s that he hasn’t had sex in a while, or if it had something to do with the fact that it was you, but he was fucking you with all his energy, letting himself relax and just feel good in the moment.

“Jungkook,” you moaned his name, hand slipping from your face so you could wrap it around his neck, “Kiss me.”

“Kiss?” He asked, out of breath as his rhythm faltered and without thinking, he let go of your legs and let them fall back onto the bed as he tilted your chin up with a hand to kiss you. He set his other hand down on the bed for support, getting lost between your lips and your tight pussy.

Jungkook’s tongue licked against yours swallowing your moans, “Y/n, it’s s’good.”

“Mhm,” you circled your legs around him, “Fuck.”

Jungkook kissed down your neck, hands sneaking down to your waist and with one swift movement, rolled onto his back with you on top. He needed a change of pace because if he kept going, he would cum sooner than he wanted to and he needed you to cum one more time for him so if that meant letting you get in top, he would.

And it had been such a good idea because the sight of you sitting on his cock, leaning back and placing your hands on his thighs instead of chest, made him more excited. Your knees dug into the bed and with your fingers scratching at his muscular thighs and raised your hips, lifting yourself off his cock before plunging him back in.

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the pillows, a hand on your hip but not daring to take control, “That’s it darling, fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Jungkook,” the new position was having him reach newer parts inside you that had your thighs shaking, “I’m so close.”

“Take it,” Jungkook growled, holding you in place as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck up into you, “Take my fucking dick, fuck.”

“Oh my god,” you fell forward, hands scratching at his chest, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, “I—I can’t. Jungkook, baby, oh my—“

“Take it,” he groaned, grabbing your hips harshly and moving once again so he was on top, thrusting into you despite how hard it was getting to pull out of your tight walls, “Take it.”

“I—I,” your lips fell open in a loud cry, pinching his biceps for stability, and felt your walls come undone. For the second time in less than hour, your orgasm hit you hard. Jungkook released a string of grunts, feeling your pussy convulse around him and his cock was greeted with a flood of warmth that had his legs shaking, trying to support him but he couldn’t take it. He barely had time to slip out before he was letting go, his cum dribbling down to your thighs as he let out one final moan of your name.

His body seemed to collapse down next to yours, panting and out of breath, “Fuck.”

The two of you were a mess, sweaty and sore and all you wanted to do was lay down and possibly sleep but where you were did not go past you unnoticed. You searched around for your cellphone, knowing you set it down somewhere before trying to change and found it on your nightstand with six missed calls from the Bride-To-Be.

Jungkook took a deep breath, sitting up and looking down at the mess the two of you made on the bed. He got up, not bothering with covering himself up as he found a towel and tried cleaning himself off with it while you got on your phone.

“Duty calls,” you joked with a sigh as he came to your side and began to wipe down your thighs. Yeonwoo sent you a dozen messages talking about a midlife crisis of some sorts. You sat up carefully, thanking him for handing you your robe and you slipped it on.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked with an awkward clear of his throat as he began putting on his clothes again. He’ll admit he was taking his time getting dressed and you left to the bathroom to freshen up.

“I don’t know, something with the gift boxes for everyone. I think Yeonie’s assistant forgot them,” you told him as you found new underwear to wear, making sure you were cleaned before putting them on. You left the door to the bathroom open to talk to him but you still changed into the white Jacquemus dress from earlier.

You walked up to him and he got the memo about zipping your back up and this time he couldn’t help but lean down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade, “Are you going up yet?”

“I’m gonna touch up my makeup first,” you told him honestly, “You go ahead.”

When Jungkook reached upstairs again, finding the party just as he left it earlier, it’s like nobody noticed he had even left for so long. They were all too focused on your new dress — which Yeonwoo absolutely adored on you. He found a glass of champagne and tried to escape from the swarm of people trying to hold a conversation with him when he wasn’t thinking clearly at all.

Unfortunately for the two of you, the matching off-white shade of your clothing and the sudden mark on his neck wasn’t lost on anyone else. Soon, pictures from every angle possible would paint a story neither of you wanted.

There was a sense of guilt that came with disassociating yourself from your best friend’s wedding plans. Jungkook could barely remember what they had done once they got to the island after a surprising night of visiting your cabin.

He hasn’t had an actual conversation with you since that night and he has to be honest and say, he barely remembers the actual wedding. He hadn’t seen you since the yacht before being dragged away by Hoseok the following day to do some activities for Namjoon’s groomsmen. You had gone to do your Maid of Honor duties and he’s felt out-of-loop since.

The entire day had been packed with things to do and he’s aware he looked dashing in every photo the photographers took of him in his 12,000$ Kiton suit. The matching suits they all wore made the groomsmen look classy and cohesive while the Balmain dresses the bridesmaids wore made them elegant and surreal—well at least for you.

That’s what he thinks is the problem.

His best friends got married and yet all he was able to think about was you. It didn’t help that despite the wedding being on a private island, there was still press everywhere, capturing every angle of this beautiful matrimony between nepo babies.

The reception had been filled with various questions from various interviewers that left all your shared friends staring at you suspiciously—especially when questions of the hickey on his neck came forward.

As awful as it sounded considering the 46 million dollar wedding in the mountains of an island was stunning, he could barely remember half of what hadn’t been photographed. He left the day after the wedding with an excuse that he had things to take care of where he’s currently at and his friends bid him farewell.

He got to the mainland a day before the others and it gave him time to return home before he left on another voyage alone.

“How was the wedding?” His older brother asked, swinging his mallet just slightly, trying to find his nail before shooting the ball through the hoop, “I can't believe I was caught up in meetings all week in Tokyo.”

Jungkook looked oddly bright today compared to how he felt and he didn’t want to say it was because his casual and boring clothes he wore abroad stuck out here in ways he didn’t like. That’s why today—his last day home—he visited his family’s 150 acre estate for a game of Croquet and possibly tennis, wearing a matcha colored Loro Piana cashmere polo with short sleeves.

“Um, it was great,” Jungkook said as he brought his cigarette to his lips and lighting the end before inhaling.

“That’s it?” JungHyun asked with a scoff as he motioned for Jungkook to take his turn and he took his brother’s cigarette, “Did you have an orgy with any models or were you your usual gentleman self that won the crowd against me?”

His older brother had been well known in his younger days for many reasons, his partying, his charm, his youth and education. When he was in his mid twenties, you could always catch him in some article their parents tried taking down in regards to driving under the influence or insulting a server. Unlike Jungkook who preferred a quiet life he could escape to, his brother did not and now he’s some big shot finance guy because his attitude growing up had ruined his chance of inheriting everything from their grandparents. Now it will all go to Jungkook—something they’re all aware of—and maybe that’s why JungHyun makes snide remarks here and there.

He’s not asking about the wedding because he’s curious, he’s bitter that despite his perfect appearance and Jungkook’s more intimidating kind, Jungkook was still the most well-mannered of the two and therefore the favorite—if only he stayed and fulfilled his duties.

“No orgy,” Jungkook said with a hint of disgust as he finished his round of the game, one step closer to winning, “Just Y/n.”

JungHyun had been mid-swing when he mentioned you and his aim went astray making him miss the next ring, “What do you mean just Y/n?”

“I slept with her—“

A loud and annoying laugh cut him off as JungHyun let his mallet go, “Ah, so you can’t remember the events of your best friend’s wedding because you were too busy sleeping with the nation’s sweetheart? Oh I cannot wait till father hears about this, maybe your wedding is next and then you’ll finally step up to the plate.”

Jungkook scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means now that you’re back, and dating the richest girl in the country, there’s no way Father won’t hand you down the company now,” JungHyun said bitterly, “And everyone said you running away would be a bad thing, but clearly it’s reminded you of who you are.”

“I’m not… I’m not staying,” Jungkook said, “I leave tomorrow but I wanted to see you all. And Y/n and I aren’t going to date, it was a… um.”

“Mistake?” JungHyun asked, “Jungkook, don’t be an idiot. You’ve been obsessed with her for years.”

“I have not.”

“You have, you just don’t want to admit that all your talk about being independent and leaving the money behind to be free was complete bullshit,” JungHyun said with a scoff, “Or why would you mess around with her of all people. A relationship with Y/n is going to put you at the top once again and there’s nothing that won’t be handed to you—and she’s someone mother would approve.”

“You’re dramatic,” Jungkook huffed, “One night doesn’t mean we’re dating or getting married or any of that other shit. I still don’t want to run the business… I just want, I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you never know what you want,” JungHyun said, “But whatever, if you’re set on running away again, so be it. I’m tired of trying to make you see how you blindly follow along with everything you seem to hate.”

“Master, your wife is on line three and she’s wondering who is picking up the kids.”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” JungHyun groaned, annoyed and no longer interested in talking to his little brother, “The driver?”

Jungkook watched his brother leave him behind and with a defeated sigh, he left.

“So are you leaving?” Youngi asked him as he watched the bubbles in his pink champagne, “Or have you changed your mind?”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” Jungkook said stiffly as he fixed the suit jacket he was currently getting fit into, “I’m just postponing my leave but I have a few things to take care of here.”

“Like with you and Y/n?” Youngi asked, making sure the fitting room at Dolce & Gabbana was empty aside from just them two. Jungkook didn’t even flinch at the mention of you. Since the two arrived at this store his vision has been filled with large framed photos of you and your dear friend Park Jimin all over the store. Apparently you were one of the brand’s favorite Ambassadors and they made it known you modeled their products. Right now he’s facing the mirror with a picture of you modeling a satin baldonétte bra and high waisted panties. You looked beautiful and seductive and its been hard for him to not just stare at all your pictures since he got here. Now Yoongi is attempting to bring you up and he refuses to give in to the extent his relationship with you has gone.

You haven’t even spoken since the wedding and even that had just been an exchange of pleasantries and no real depth to either of your words.

“No, with my father,” Jungkook said stiffly as he shrugged off the suit jacket and called in the stylist to find something else. Yoongi sat up in his seat slightly more interested, “Really? About what? Don’t tell me you're back in the running.”

“We're going to discuss it,” Jungkook mumbled to himself.

He wanted to make one thing clear, his decision to seek out his father and work out some sort of plan where he can get back into the job he had been assigned to do, while also having freedom had absolutely nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with the fact that you’re here, and he’s interested in you, and that it would be his parent’s dream for him to stay and be in a relationship with you and also take over the business finally…

This was his decision because his brother’s right. He can't just keep running away.

“And what do you mean, with Y/n?” Jungkook asked, clearing his throat awkwardly as he glanced up at your five foot photo framed above the mirror, remembering the shape of your body against his, moaning his name and tightening your walls around him.

“Haven’t you heard the rumors?” Youngi asked as he got on his phone, “It seems as though you have competition.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told more as he took Yoongi’s phone from his outstretched hand and read what was on the screen with furrowed brows.

At the end of the article, in big, fat letters, the conclusion said: ‘Now the question is, will L/n choose the best friend, Park Jimin, or the elegant and influential Best Man, Jeon Jungkook—possibly as the country’s newest IT couple?’

When he gave Yoongi his phone back, there was no denying the sudden irritation that contorted his features. It’s not like he expected this to not happen but… he doesn’t like what they’re implying. Yoongi studied him closely to see if he would get a response, but Jungkook gave nothing away. Instead he just ordered the tailor to pack the two suits he tried on so he could buy both, “I’ll meet you out there.”

Yoongi left Jungkook to get changed and while he stood alone in the fitting room staring up at your boudoir photos framed around him, he took his phone and dialed your number.

“Hello?” Your end of the call sounded hectic, louder and busier than his did. You were in the middle of an interview for Vogue and were taking a short break. It seemed like he called at just the right time since you were getting your makeup touched up.

“Are you busy?” Jungkook asked with a sharp tone that fell on deaf ears when the call went silent for a moment. He really did admire the photo of you, remembering just what it was like to trace his hands along your figure.

“Who is this?” You finally asked, making his jaw clench slightly.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Oh you see, I wouldn’t have known that considering you didn’t even say a hello or anything,” You told him in a sarcastic tone that made him want to smile but also roll his eyes, “Besides, I am busy.”

As if on cue, the call of your name in the background made your claim concrete. He bit his lip in thought, wondering what it was you were doing and how long it would take, “When can I see you?”

A smile played on your lips as you held up a finger to your assistant who was trying to hurry you along, “Did you make an appointment with my assistant?”

He couldn’t help but scoff as his gaze turned toward a glare, practically imagining that picture of you smiling at him, “I didn’t know I needed one, darling. When can I schedule one?”

“I’m not sure, i'll let you know,” you said and before Jungkook could respond, the call ended and he was left in shock that you just hung up on him. He gathered his things and met Yoongi outside to pay, completely bewildered by the fact that you just hung up on him so easily. He knows you haven’t spoken since the night of the wedding where you were forced to speak but this is all he gets?

“What took you so long?” Yoongi asked as they left Dolce & Gabbana with new things.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Appointment scheduled for, 6:30 pm today, L/n Residence @ the Northbrook Estates

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief at the confirmation of an appointed meeting with you tonight.

The night on the yacht had been unexpected yet also long-awaited and now that its done with, neither of you seemed to know what to do about it. You wont lie and say you didn’t enjoy that moment with him but you were also realistic. You and Jungkook would just never work out, you’re too different on the outside and that’s why you’re so confused now as to why he called you.

“So, Y/n, its been a busy season for you this year,” an interviewer said as the camera zoomed in on your expression as they continued, “Not only did you walk thirteen shows but I hear you also celebrated your close friends wedding. How was that? You must have been exhausted.”

“You know it was a lot but it was exciting, I hold my friends dearly and I’m just thankful I was able to make time for such an event,” you said and you’ll admit your response sounded scripted. You didn’t dive too deeply which is what you’re sure the interviewer wanted. You should have known that this stupid interview wouldn’t just be about your newly established modeling career.

Whether you’ve become Model of the Year for your catwalk, or for nepotism, you didn’t are much either way. All you cared about was the fact that the interviewer has found a way to slip in questions they didn’t need to know. It’s like you can just sense the things they’ll ask and have already prepared and calculated the exact responses you need to give.

“Of course, and what a star-studded party,” the interviewer continued, “The Best Man being Jeon Jungkook must have been exciting for you.”

“Well, we’ve all known each other for a long time now so…” You cleared your throat, looking a bit disinterested.

“Yes, of course,” the interviewer said with a nervous laugh, “And pardon me, Y/n, but I just have to ask, did anything happen between the two of you on this very intimate trip?”

Your smile strained but you never looked anything less than sweet as you said, “We are all just very close friends. Most of them have supported me in modeling.”

It was a clear attempt on your part to direct the conversation back to what it was supposed to be about. She ignored your last comment and said, “So… I guess we’re all curious, some pictures from the parties were released of the two of you awfully close in certain open waters, and an evident hickey on his neck—not to mention the matching clothes, please, is there something between you and the heir of Jeon Corporation?”

“Nothing that should concern you, no,” you smiled sweetly and the interviewer seemed to freeze up, unsure if she had gone too far in her questions.

Silence filled the space around them and there was no way to cut these parts out since it was a video shoot and after a while of the interviewer struggling to find which questions to ask, a person who worked for you stepped forward, “How about another short break?”

The interviewer released a shaky breath while the both of you made your way off camera and your glam team was quick to touch up your hair and makeup as the director of the shoot approached you, “Y/n darling, how are we feeling?”

“Annoyed,” you answered honestly, “I thought this was supposed to be about my modeling.”

“You’re absolutely right, darling, we apologize for any mistake we’ve done on our part, I—She must have taken it as an opportunity to ask her own questions and I promise you, we will have a deep conversation about this. We aren’t TMZ…” the director said and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m done filming if she’ll be the one continuing the interview,” You told him as you began to walk away from him, not caring for the excuses or whatever and you can hear your publicist repeat your words to him.

It wasn’t even that she was bad at her job or that she asked anything too deep but she just quickly got on your bad side with her persistence to not let the subject drop.

In the end you got your wish and filming ended smoothly before you were driven away to whatever was next in your schedule, trying not to think about the interview or the fact that there was a chance you would be seeing Jungkook later.

Things are evidently strange between you two and its not like you’ve been blind to the articles or posts about you but you don’t want to address anything. That night on the yacht seems like a fluke and like it shouldn’t have happened at all despite how you felt in the moment. Your parents aren’t the type to be invested in what is put in the tabloids but when their lifelong, country club going, friends call them and ask if there’s anything between you and Jeon Corporation’s Jungkook, they’re going to want answers.

It was just one night, one night where the two of you put aside whatever indifference you had toward each other just so you could release tension and this is the consequence for that. Of course everyone would want to know and of course no one was able to turn a blind eye to you. Even Yeonwoo managed to ask what you had been doing in the cabins withJungkook or so long that night and even when you tried to ignore her she kept pressing you for an answer.

In truth you had nothing to say. You were both adults and it didn’t matter if anyone else was dying to know if there was anything going on between you.

You resented each other.

You had sex.

Plus, he’s going to leave soon and you don’t think that bothers you?

When your driver pulled up to the tall skyscraper you called home, you headed inside alone.

“Good evening, Miss L/n,” the lobbyist held the door open for you, “You have a visitor waiting in the lobby.”

Your brows furrowed, checking the time before heading to the library where sure enough, Jeon Jungkook was sitting by the fireplace reading whatever magazine was set out for him. At the sound of your Miu Miu kitten heels, he turned staring at you with his big rounded eyes being the only thing you could see beside his face mask, “You’re early.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek in greeting and you did the same, he joined you in the elevator and said, “I like to get to my appointments early.”

“You’re lucky my shoot ended early or else you might have had to wait outside like a dog,” you teased as you pushed the button for the top floor where your penthouse was located. As part of the infinite amount of wealth your family has, you also dabble in real estate, mostly in the country as luxury apartments but you do have some homes overseas: Paris, New York, Argentina, etc.

The place you call home is a top floor penthouse with terrace and rooftop. The floor in which it was located was completely shut off for just you and included a private gym, yoga studio, three walk-in closets, and on top of that an elevator parking garage with a Mary Kay Pink Rolls Royce sitting pretty inside it.

Jungkook has never stepped foot in your home before and it was overwhelmingly stunning with four bedrooms, two living rooms (one on the top floor and one on the main floor too), an open kitchen, poolside terrace, and five bathrooms. You lived in ultimate modern luxury with traditional themes throughout the home like its hand carved wooden furniture and expensive marble walls.

“Is this different from your little magic treehouse in the woods you ran off to?” You asked, tempted to push his buttons as you removed your coat and handed it to your housekeeper who waited at the door.

“Well, considering my magic treehouse is worth 2.6 million dollars, no I wouldn’t consider this that different from it,” Jungkook couldn’t help but boast, feeling like he’s competing. It’s like when he was in school and the students would brag about whatever exotic trip they got to go in the summer and he would have to make sure to tell them what he did was better. “Maybe I’ll bring you with someday.”

Fuck. Why did he say that? Why is he indulging in any of this in the first place? You and Jungkook should never be together, right?

“Speaking of which, I thought you would have ran off now that the wedding is over,” You said as you mumbled something to the housekeeper making her leave, “Drink?”

“Water is fine,” Jungkook said as he made his way down to your 70’s inspired talking pit of suede Anabei sectional couches, “And I thought I would have been gone by now too”

“What changed?” You skied curiously, “Don’t tell me it's because you would miss me.”

You held your hand to your chest as if to seem touched by the thought and Jungkook just rolled his eyes as you continued, “How would all the other girls feel knowing I’m keeping you here?”

Jungkook scoffed as he practically pushed your legs off his lap, “Can you not joke for just one second?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if part of you felt confused wondering if this was supposed to be a serious moment or not. Jungkook huffed, running his fingers through his black hair, “I’m here because I wanted to talk to you about all those articles. My parents are working on taking those down, are you okay?”

Your eyebrows knitted together with confusion, “Me? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’ve never seen anything bad written about you and suddenly you’re being painted as a two-timer by spending a night with me while also… doing whatever it is you do with that friend of yours.” He was not jealous. He swears.

To be clear, there really is nothing going on with you and Jimin. You’re just two friends in the modeling world who happen to like attending secret parties together and maybe making out drunkenly every now and then. That’s it. You’ve never slept with him and Jimin has too many girls on his line for you to ever consider him.

“I’ll survive,” You mumbled as you looked over at him, seeing him in deep thought.

“I’m thinking of staying a while longer,” Jungkook said suddenly with a clear of his throat.

Jungkook was not the shy type and to be honest he’s not even sure why he’s letting you know [as if it made a difference] but the words just slipped out.

He did not like you.

Well, he didn’t like you like that. It sounds harsh he’s well aware of that but he was never romantically attracted to you before so how is he going to suddenly feel that way after only a week in contact again. Maybe it was just unresolved sexual tension after years of feeling that way but that can’t be the only thing that’s making him want to revert back to what his life was like before he left to live on his own.

He escaped all this so that he could live somewhere quietly and do what he really wanted to do without worrying about anything else. Now he’s contemplating moving back and possibly involving himself with his father’s business again. Too much is going on for him to understand why.

“For how long?” you asked as your fingers began to softly run through the ends of his hair making him look at you. You couldn’t hide your curiosity and how close the two of you are.

When he had pulled you down to sit with him, it was with your legs thrown over his lap which he had been caressing every now and then.

An arrogant smirk formed on his lips as he licked them, tapping your calf lightly, “How long do you want me here?”

Fuck, Jungkook is staying to get back in business… not for you.

It’s not for you.

It’s not for yo—

His breath hitched as a sudden weight shifted to his lap, his hands immediately went to your waist, helping you get comfortable on him. It’s embarrassing the way Jungkook didn’t hesitate to reach for you when you sat on his lap feeling your arms thrown around his neck, “Here as in…”

You looked down at the short skirt you wore which rolled up a little from how your legs straddled his thighs and said, “Under me?”

A scoff in disbelief left his lips as he couldn’t help but laugh, sliding your hips closer, “Yeah.”

It was attractive the way your conversations never seemed to fall unless you wanted them to. It was a constant cat and mouse game, banter back and forth and he catches on quickly.

You couldn’t help it, okay. Anytime you would see pictures of Jungkook since he left, he was always in a hoodie and sweats or something that just hid his entire body. Right now he’s wearing this Christian Dior white button-up shirt [which he rolled the sleeves up at some point since he got here] and it was messily untucking from his black slacks and he looks so hot right now. His hair was messy in a sexy way and he looked just like he used to, except this time with tattoos and a different sense of maturity.

Without wasting another moment debating if you should or shouldn’t, you leaned down and kissed him. Jungkook’s lips parted against yours, stretching his neck to kiss you with more need. Unlike the first night you kissed, this one wasn’t as rushed and angry. He took his time longer, pulling your bottom lip between his and doing it over again.

You pressed your chest against his, with your tongue swiping against his lip teasingly until you met his. Jungkook’s hands pinched the satin fabric of your skirt, feeling it tighten and rise, unable to stop the growing desire he was feeling for you. His briefs were getting tighter every time you shifted on his lap and whatever he had been thinking before you started making out.

“You want to play?” He asked, shifting his head to deepen the kiss without bumping noses. You pulled away feeling desperate to catch your breath as his kisses began to travel down toward your exposed neck, licking and nipping under your jaw while beginning to make

“Maybe,” you sighed in pleasure, running your hands through his hair when you felt him kiss down your collarbone, closer and closer down the deep-v in your Miu Miu chiffon top. The strap to your shirt slipped down your shoulder as Jungkook’s rough fingers traced down the side of your arms.

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to go back to kiss your lips as you felt his growing erection press into you. It was hard for him to ignore the fact that the only thing covering what was under your skirt was a flimsy, thin piece of lace he shifted you closer until his bulge was tucked between your legs, placing your hips right over where he wanted them to be. Now that he moved you, his outline was more evident and had you grinding along him.

Jungkook released a groan with a sharp breath once he felt that sudden move and he couldn’t help but buck his hips against you, feeling the fabric of his briefs constrict his hardened cock. It was a frustrating feeling yet he felt so eager with his tongue down your throat and his covered dick tucked nicely between your covered folds that he couldn’t even think to stop and remove the layers.

His lips were feeling swollen against yours yet he didn’t want to pull away, the friction he was getting from the way you humped him was turning him on with how needy it felt. You kissed along his jaw, grinding against his aching dick while your nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt.

“God damn,” Jungkook groaned as he threw his head back, relishing in the way your hips moved expertly against him while kissing down his naked chest. He slid his ass down your back, stopping over your butt and pulling your skirt out of the way for him to get a better feel of you underneath. With firm hands, he turned your sensual grinding into harsher and more deep movements that he met with his hips.

He’s not sure he could take just this any longer. Anytime he’s with you now it’s like he can’t do anything but fall for you and despite how annoying it is, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. Instead, he welcomes it and right now all he wants to do and rip off the remaining layers between you so he could have your legs wrapped around him once more. It’s only been days since the first time and he has not been able to stop thinking about it.

The day of the wedding he had been so distracted by you that he barely remembers any of it and now his best friends are on their honeymoon and he’s here thinking about you again.

Giving up on arguing how much he wants to have you, he wanted to get your clothes off and you were letting him. His hands had barely made it to the end of your top, ready to pull it off, when a loud ringtone cut through the living room, echoing off the walls and hard to ignore. The two of you looked at each other confused.

He sat up, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone, annoyed that someone had thought to call him.

“Answer,” you said breathlessly as you looked at the caller, already sliding yourself off his lap.

“It’s just Hobi,” Jungkook said, letting out a huff in annoyance as he set his phone back down, turning to kiss you but it rang once again. Your eyes met his and he begrudgingly grabbed his phone and swiped to answer, “Hello?”

“Hey man, I just got off the phone with your Yoongi,” Hoseok said as he sat in a large closet filled with designer clothes, “And why am I always the last to know if you’re leaving or not?”

“What?” Jungkook looked visibly annoyed with his scrunched brows and tense jaw and for some reason that made him hotter to you. His shirt was undone completely and his belt was halfway pulled off and with his legs spread, it was very hard to ignore his hard on.

Your eyes softened with curiosity and you couldn’t help but bite down on your bottom lip as you decided to just go for it. First, your hand rested on his thigh as he listened to whatever Hoseok said, but slowly you made your way toward his bulge.

“You’re gonna start working with your dad again?” Hoseok asked, unaware of the way Jungkook’s attention had drifted down to the palm of your hand, right over his dick. Your fingers pressed against the underside of his member, massaging your palm into it and feeling the way his hips raised. “What happened to not caring about the money and the company and all that blah blah blah?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but roll his eyes, snapping back to his friend instead of what was going on. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tightening their grip as if in warning. It was a useless attempt considering he tried helping you pull his belt off and saying, “Come on man, it was never like that.”

He could hear his own tone falter somewhere between lying and having his cock free from the confines of his tight briefs with your hand feeling him.

Hoseok laughed, debating what suit he should wear, “No, it’s exactly like that.”

Jungkook’s hand went to your head, softly caressing you as you kissed down his navel, your hand wet with spit, jerking him off while licking just above his dick. He didn’t bother with a response to his friend as he continued speaking anyway, “Is it true you and our princess are messing around? It’s all over the tabloids.”

Sarcasm was evident in Hoseok’s tone but Jungkook was too focused on your tongue licking up the length of his hard cock, wetting it with spit that made your hand movements smoother.

“Look I get it, you’ve had all this tension something was bound to happen but damn, why didn’t you tell me that either?” Hoseok asked with evident shock, unaware of the blowjob his friend was receiving on the other end. Your lips were wrapped tightly around his length and with your hand too, it was hard for Jungkook to keep his reactions to a minimum.

“Hobi, I—I, yknow I just,” Jungkook cleared his throat uncomfortably to hide an evident groan. He was beginning to fidget under your ministrations, especially when you squeezed under his cock, massaging his balls, “Sorry.”

“Sorry?! That’s all you gotta say after chewing me out for giving you condoms as a joke.” Hoseok was lying in a pile of Louis Vuitton suits on the floor, engrossed in his one-sided conversation, “Our friendship seems one-sided buddy. I thought when you came up to me… I thought, ‘Hey, maybe my good buddy Jungkook will get in this dandy hot tub with me’ but no, you know what you do instead? You ask where Y/n is! God I should’ve known—“

Jungkook threw his head back in a mixture of pleasure and obvious irritation that he couldn’t take it anymore. His finger pressed into the red button and the call was cut to end suddenly. As soon as his phone hit the couch, you pulled off his length with a deep huff for air, “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“He’ll get over it,” Jungkook mumbled as he reached for your hand to pull you toward him, “Come here.”

“I’m not done,” you leaned away from the kiss he was trying to give you but his hand held your head in place, not caring to kiss the lips that had just been around his hard dick. Jungkook wasn’t as gentle as his need grew heavier and with a strategic pull at your top, it ripped down the back, “Jungkook!”

“What?” He asked with a giddy smile, tempted to be playful, “It was in my way.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to take your skirt off yourself and prevent another hazard while Jungkook finished undressing himself. “It was custom, asshole.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped with worry, lips parted in surprise until you burst out into a laugh and fell onto his lap, “You should see the look on your face.”

“Ha ha, don’t scare me like that,” Jungkook chuckled, “I was already thinking about the fortune I would have to pay to fix that.”

“Jungkook,” you ignored the fact that the two of you were naked, in the middle of an intimate moment and asked, “What did you mean earlier?”

“When?” Jungkook asked, caressing your leg, “About staying? Yeah, I’m serious.”

“You are?” You crossed your arms over your bare chest, “Why?”

“Why?” He was visibly taken back, “What do you mean why?”

“I mean… just a few days ago you were adamant on leaving right after the wedding and when you left the resort before everyone else we all kind of figured you had left but you’re here now and…” You took a deep breath in thought.

“Do you want me to leave?” Jungkook asked, sounding more hurt than he intended to. All this time pushing and pulling his feelings for how he felt about being here and seeing you was getting to him. He’s very aware how confusing he is and spending a night with you shouldn’t have changed his mind this quickly while he also refused to admit.

“We didn’t talk about what happened at the party,” you said suddenly, feeling Jungkook drape his shirt over your naked figure as the conversation shifted drastically.

“I know,” he dropped his head, “I’m sorry, I was really confused and I couldn’t tell what I was feeling or how you were feeling and I was mad and… I thought you probably didn’t care.”

“I mean, I didn’t,” you shrugged, “But because I figured it was just a one time thing since you were very obvious with how little you thought of me and now you’re saying you’re staying longer while visiting me at home and it just… I don’t get it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jungkook was in his slacks again, trying to fix whatever mess he might have made over time, “I just… I was just being dumb. I wanted to act like I wasn’t into you at all because I was mad at everyone else and it wasn’t fair that I took it out on you but I thought you didn’t like me either.”

“And you’re right, you were mean to me,” you nudged him with your foot, “So really, I shouldn’t even be in this position with you right now.”

Jungkook didn’t dare argue when you called him out, “You always pretended to hate me even when you’d get jealous if someone else talked to me and you could never take your eyes off me.”

His brows furrowed, reminded of the trip and how everyone always joked that he wanted you when he was so stubborn on saying he didn’t. He didn’t like how predictable his life was.

“Because I knew everyone thought you were perfect,” Jungkook tried pulling you toward him, “And they didn’t know how you liked to push my buttons and say things you knew would get to my head and how you were actually so unbelievably perfect that it pissed me off everytime I let you get to me.”

“Don’t sweet talk me now,” you teased when he leaned over to lay between your legs, content with the sight of you in his Dior shirt, “How are you gonna repay me for being such a dick?”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook admitted, “Say the word and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I have everything I want,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Come on Y/n, don’t make this hard on me,” he whined playfully, “Everyone else is already making it hard and I just want to spend the night with you. I’ll let you use me.”

Your brow raised and with a soft laugh you pulled him toward you for a kiss, “I get to use the Jeon Jungkook? What will everyone say?”

“That they saw it coming,” Jungkook chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours, “So don’t stop the inevitable.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your arousal from earlier slowly make its return, “You’re so spoiled.”

“I know.”

Jeon Jungkook now knows what an awful liar he’s been these last couple of years. All of this talk about wanting to be different, break free from his family’s influences and the world of money and power, was meaningless in the end. He tried, he really did but his rebellion of running off and doing whatever he pleased, refusing to acknowledge the company, the wealth and the people in it was short lived because he never actually wanted to escape it.

He was still going to be friends with the people he grew up with and fall back to his old routine of country clubs and parading on yachts or private islands.

He was still going to take over his share of his father’s company and dress himself up in designer Kiton suits that he used to despise wearing.

He was still going to fall for you, the person he despised simply for being an exact reflection of himself. You were perfect for him in every way on paper and that made him want to push you away but in the end, he still fell for you like he knew he would.

Some people dream about having the life he does, or growing up the way he did and yet here he was selfishly wishing it all away. It was perfect, it was so insanely perfect and unfair that Jungkook ever thought he wouldn’t be happy with what he had been handed down to him for simply being born.

“This person gathered valuable experiences in the world and has shown such a strong will to portray it all into commitment for the company and that makes me a proud father,” A deep voice spoke from behind a podium with an echoing mic that had the attention of over a hundred people, “Please, welcome the newest V.P. for Jeon Corporation, my youngest son, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook had an arrogant smile on his lips as he walked onto stage, thanking everyone for congratulating him on his quick and easy advance in the company—even surpassing his older brother.

“Honestly, it is a big thank you to everyone close to me, for helping me see how ready I am to step into this role and fulfill my duty as a member of this corporation,” Jungkook said confidently, looking at all his friends who had a mixture of confused yet knowing smiles on their faces.

“What a brat,” Hoseok joked with Namjoon, “And I blame you for this.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen someone get pulled back into the country’s good graces so easily,” Namjoon laughed, remembering all the articles about how my ridiculous Jungkook was for publicly stating he would never be a part of the company.

“That’s because he’s spoiled,” Jungkook’s older brother chimed in, “Even after he says he’s gonna walk away from it, he’s still gonna be welcomed back with open arms.”

Taehyung released a playful sigh, “I want to be Jeon Jungkook when I grow up, the perfect life just handed to me and I’m just too blind to appreciate it.”

“Tae, you’re rich,” Yeonwoo whispered to him, Taehyung grinning at her reminder and sitting up straighter.

“How was it?” Jungkook asked his friends as he looked around the table.

“Well rehearsed,” Taehyung gave him the thumbs up, “Also, where’s Y/n? I thought she’d be here.”

Jungkook checked the time on his watch, his leg already bouncing underneath the table, “Yeah, I thought so too.”

It shouldn’t be that big of a deal to him. This was all just some flashy way for his father to make Jungkook’s debut in the business widely anticipated and you had other things to do than be here. The two of you aren’t even officially together yet so it’s not like you owe it to him or anything.

“Y/n,” Jimin whined as he watched the valet open the limo door for you, “Please don’t ditch me. I’m your best friend, imagine how much fun we could be having. Everyone’s going to ask where you ran off to after the dinner.”

“Well you can tell them,” you hurried to finish applying your lip gloss, “That I had more important things to do than get drunk at some fashion party.”

“Right, just throw me to the side like I mean nothing,” Jimin said dramatically, “Is this how you treat friends now?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he was only trying to cause a scene. Jimin knew you would be calling it an early night but he just wanted it to be difficult. With a small sigh, you double checked that you looked fine in the mirror and said, “Okay, wish me luck, I’m hoping I get laid tonight.”

“I also hope you get laid tonight so that I don’t have to listen to you talk about how much you want to see him,” Jimin said as you made your way out the car, “Goodnight.”

By the time you got to the banquet, the cameras had been long gone from the entrance and so you were able to make your appearance quietly. You would have been here earlier if there hadn’t been an ambassador dinner tonight that you had already agreed to do before Jungkook decided on staying and you just couldn’t miss it.

You felt bad because Jungkook had asked you to come be his date but he understood why you couldn’t make it right away. If anything he should be happy that you hurried over from dinner to the banquet without an outfit change. Despite the number of attendants, it was really a private affair with only a couple people from the press but nothing too grand and over the top. It made arriving late less miserable and finding Jungkook and your friends much easier.

And when you first involved yourself with Jungkook in this way, you should have known it wouldn’t all be easy. You were now somewhat seeing the most eligible bachelor in the country and nobody knows about it aside from speculation. Speculation won’t stop spoiled rich girls who want him to themselves and that’s what you saw when you found him.

“It’s so great to have you back Kooky, it’s like… the best thing to ever happen,” some girl gushed at him from the once empty seat to his left. She seemed unaffected by the stares she received from around the table and didn’t care at all that Jungkook wasn’t even glancing her way. He doesn’t know her, she’s probably just the daughter of some wealthy couple who thinks she has a chance with him.

Jungkook stared forward, watching his friends’ faces as their eyes softened, no longer listening to the girl who said, “Maybe we can get together some time.”

A gentle hand touched his shoulder, soft lips brushing against his ear as you said, “Maybe we can get together some time too.”

There was no denying the smile that grew on his face as he turned to look at you and how close you were to him. Jungkook’s lips parted in pleasant surprise, ready to talk to you when someone else spoke up.

“Excuse us, sweetheart,” Namjoon said to the girl, “It seems our table is full, maybe you can try somewhere else?”

She left with an annoyed scoff, making room for you to sit down, “Sorry I’m late, did any of you miss me?”

You had a sweet smile on your face, a camera clicked somewhere else in the distance surely capturing how close you were to Jungkook specifically, who was tracing his hand along your thigh.

“Dearly,” Jungkook said as he leaned into you for a quick kiss on the lips, “Thanks for coming.”

“I told you I’d try and make it,” you said to him, “I missed the speech didn’t I?”

“It was nothing special,” Jungkook’s hand began to slide down the space between your legs—or at least as far as your dress would let it, “Just the usual talk about how amazing I am, it was all very boring.”

“But I love talking about you,” Your tone was sarcastic yet flirty, your hand falling over his in warning when he began to pull up your dress just a little. You were sitting at a table with a large draped tablecloth that hid your legs underneath but you were still very aware of the fact that your friends were all around the table.

“Y/n,” Hoseok called for you from across the table, “How does it feel to have the Jeon Jungkook wrapped around your finger?”

Jungkook turned to his friend with a harsh glare, knowing he was just poking fun at it all but still managing to get under his skin. You looked at Jungkook with a knowing grin, “Like nothing I didn’t expect.”

He scoffed, squeezing your thigh possessively, “I think the feelings are mutual, darling.”

You leaned into him, not caring for being around so many important people with cameras trying to capture whatever moment they can, “They are.”

::.

a/n omg it took me literally forever to write this and idk how I feel about it but yknow what 😭it’s finished and that’s what matters. I was in the mood for some rich kdrama feel fic and I hope I managed to pull that off at least a litttlleeeeeeere

thanks for everyone that waited patiently and please feel free to lmk what you think <3

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[y13evie]

lust for life

professor john price x student reader

tags: teacher x student, very obvious age gap, i’m in love with older men like genuinely i have an issue, yearning a little bit, smut ofc

you knew it was wrong. your friends scolded you for feeling that way towards your, much older professor. but the heart wants what it wants, right? he’d praise your work, calling you “such a smart girl”, it drove you crazy. but of course he wouldn’t feel the same way back. it’s unprofessional and downright wrong. but the way he was grabbing your hips and forcing you back down onto his cock, praises falling from his lips as he reaches his high. it was too much, the way he called your name out like a chant.

“any questions before i let you all go?”

you snapped out of your very lucid daydream. looking around to see your classmates slowly exiting the lecture. you looked down at your notes to see that the only thing you’ve written down is a few lousy notes. sighing, you scold yourself for not paying attention. you’re gonna have to stay after class again, but you weren’t complaining. you made your way over to your professors desk as the last student shut the door.

“i’m really sorry mr. price. h-honestly i wasn’t really paying attention today. you might have to go over a few topics with me again. i apologize.” this wasn’t usually like you. you had the highest grade in your class and was always doing superb in all of your assignments.

“hey, it’s alright. you’re a very good girl. i know you didn’t have any bad intentions today”. he stood up from his chair, allowing him to slightly tower over you. he walks to where your back is nearly touching his chest, “here. give me this, let’s see what you have down”. you became self aware of every breath you took, praying to anyone out there that he couldn’t see you almost trembling.

to break the tension, you step forward and turn towards him. the way you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes. god, it made him melt. the way you yearn for his praise. he knows how you feel about him. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the way your gaze lingered just a little longer than everyone else’s, biting the tip of your pen to try and get rid of all those disgusting thoughts.

price walks back over to his desk and takes a seat back on his chair, letting a gruff groan as he sits back fully.

“so, what’s been on your brain that’s got you all distracted?”. he tilted his head, waiting to see what lie you’ll conjure up.

“i mean- it’s really nothing. just school being busy. got plenty of work to get done, the usual.”. you failed to make eye contact. noted.

“you only have two classes. i know you don’t have that much work.” his voice is stern now. and your stomach is turning at the fact he’s caught you in your lie. “so look at me, and tell me what’s on your mind”.

you swallow hard. cringing at the fact that he may know exactly where your mind wonders each class. you decide to give in, kind of.

“it’s silly. i have a boy on my mind.” hoping that he’ll believe your lie. he scoffs and beckons you to come closer, patting his lap once you’re close enough. you look at him, confused. spending too much time thinking about the secret meaning of his actions, you’re caught off guard by the fact he snatched your hips and sits you onto his lap. you weakly try to wiggle your way out of his strong grasp, but it’s no use.

“maybe you aren’t such a smart girl. lying to your professor like that as if i don’t know.” his grip on your hips is suffocating. your body starts to subconsciously grind on his body due to the overwhelming heat forming between your legs. you know it’s wrong but god it feels so right.

price grabs your chin and begins kissing you. what was soft, gentle kisses grew to become an intense make out session. the sounds of your sloppy kisses to the feeling of your clit rubbing against his bulge every time you rock forward again, it was all becoming too much. you were babbling nonsense and pleading for more.

“becoming all fucked out just by grinding on me a little? that’s pathetic, honey.”. although his words are harsh, he picks you up and flips you onto his desk. your face is pushed into a bunch of useless paperwork as he slides down your pants, using a thumb to tease your puffy clit as he takes off your panties next. he uses the pad of the same thumb to collect the slick from your pussy, using it to wet his throbbing cock.

you cry out as he pushes his full length in without a warning. your hand flies to your mouth to prevent any more sounds from spilling out.

“thaaattts it baby, shut your pretty mouth up. y’know how much trouble we’d get in. if they saw me fuckin a pretty little girl like you.”. you clenched around him at the thought of it. getting caught face down ass up with your professor who’s slightly older than your father.

his hips smacked against yours faster now, bruising your walls so bad you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk out of the room. you feel yourself slipping away into ecstasy, barely able to keep your head up. you know price is getting close by the way he’s growling so deeply into your ear. his thrusts become animalistic as he urges you to reach your high with him. both of your cum getting mixed together as he sloppily grinds against you a few more times to ride out his orgasm.

you pant heavily as he pulls out. leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder before redressing himself. you do the same, pulling up your underwear and pants. your mind is racing, wondering what the hell just happened. his scent floods your senses as he helps you steady yourself back onto your feet.

but for some odd reason, you’re still incredibly worried about missing out on notes. hesitantly, you ask “do you think i could stay afterwards tomorrow too, sir? i really need those notes”. he smiles softly at the fact that you’re still academically driven even after your daydreams just came true.

“of course. you know where to find me, sweetheart.”

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[suashii]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝐵𝒪𝒴𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟'𝒮 𝐵𝐸𝒮𝒯 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟

info ⭑ geto suguru x f!reader x gojo satoru. 2k wc. nsfw (minors do not interact) ﾉ non-canon compliant ﾉ established relationship between reader and gojo ﾉ assumed cheating ﾉ moral dilemmas ﾉ sexual implications ﾉ ambiguous ending 

note ⭑ this is a LOT of build up lol but thank u if u see past that and give it a read anyway!

“oh my god, baby, you will not believe the day i—oh.” you stop mid-rant when you realize the body sitting on the couch is not your boyfriend. you were so ahead of yourself that you didn’t even think about making sure you were talking to the right person when you walked through the door. to make things worse, it’s geto. “um. hello.”

“hey there.” he offers you a lazy wave and a smile. actually, the curl of his lips resembles more of a smirk.

you linger in the doorway, taking an unusually long amount of time to slip out of your shoes, neatly adjust them, and trade them in for slippers. a tense silence fills the air as you do so. it’s almost suffocating and you can barely bring yourself to drag your eyes away from the floor. though, you think it’ll be even more awkward if you don’t speak, so, you clear your throat before asking, “is satoru here?”

“he’ll be back soon,” geto tells you, setting his phone on the arm of the couch to lend you his undivided attention. you wish he wouldn’t—being the object of his stare makes your skin prick with goosebumps. under his gaze, you feel like prey being watched by a predator. “he just stepped out to that dessert shop down the street.”

sounds plausible, but you hate when he does this—leaves you alone with his best friend. geto doesn’t make you uncomfortable, per se, but the air, the environment, feels thick and strange when it’s just the two of you. you’ve yet to put your finger on why that is.

you nod slowly, chewing the inside of your cheek as you tentatively make your way to the living room. you set your backpack on the floor and plop down between the couch and coffee table, as far away from geto as possible. you pull out your laptop and start opening your notes, never turning around to ask,  “you don’t mind if i study out here, do you? i’ll fall asleep if i try to in bed.”

cute, geto thinks. with your back to him, you can’t see the way he’s smiling at you. it’s not the same smirk from earlier but it isn’t innocent either. “go ahead. it’s your place after all.”

“right,” you awkwardly laugh, your pointer finger aimlessly dragging the cursor across your screen.

a strained silence blankets the room. it should be better this way; you can focus on studying and you don’t have to hold a conversation with geto, but something about the quiet is more uncomfortable than talking to him. knowing he’s here but not knowing what he’s thinking or doing puts you on edge. you’ve never been more distracted by someone’s mere presence.

you’re starting to wonder if you should have just holed up in your room when the couch creaks, alerting you of geto’s movement. you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding at his departure. your relief is short-lived, however, because—unbeknownst to you—geto doesn’t leave, he only situates himself behind you.

you aren’t aware of his newfound proximity until you feel his hands come to rest on your shoulders. the contact makes you jump, your shoulders reaching for your ears. you’re tempted to turn around and face him but there’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that it might be a bad idea. instead, you find your voice to ask, “w-what’re you doing?”

you swear you hear a soft chuckle from behind you as geto’s fingers begin to knead your shoulder blades. the sensation is familiar and if you forgot whose hands were doing the work, you’d let yourself melt into the touch. though, the voice that fills the air is a reminder that the man sitting behind you isn’t your boyfriend. “satoru usually does this when you’re stressed and you seem… tense.”

he isn’t wrong, but the uneasiness you’re experiencing is attributed to one thing, one person, only—geto suguru. his hands feel nice and that much feels wrong. he should stop, right?

“well, you don’t have to—” an unexpected moan cuts your sentence short. it takes a moment for you to accept that the noise that rung through the air was yours. you really can’t look at him now. you clear your throat before speaking up again, more quietly this time. “you don’t have to do that.”

“okay.” and with that word, he stops. the weight, the warmth, of his hands is gone. you weren’t supposed to miss the feeling, so why do you find yourself longing for it? 

you still have yet to peer up at geto but the man doesn’t need to see your eyes to know what’s going through your head. your moan was a loud enough message for him. he can’t believe it, but it sounds like gojo’s sneaking suspicion was right. though, geto’s willing to test the waters to be sure. he scoots over and pats the cushion he had just been occupying. “at least get up on the couch. satoru will kill me if he walks in and sees you sitting on the floor.”

alarm bells blare in your head at the invitation but you know he’s right about gojo. your boyfriend should be back any minute now so you suppose there’s no harm in sitting beside geto until then. you uncross your legs and stand up to get comfortable on the couch.

there’s a pair of eyes watching your every move and you can’t help the way your own flit over to meet them. sure enough, onyx irises are honed in on you. it’s difficult to hold his gaze so you offer him a quick smile before turning away. you’re reaching out to grab your laptop when geto’s voice, or rather, his declaration, stops you in your tracks.

“you know, you’re really cute when you try to hide how much you like me.”

after your initial pause, you look at him again. “i don’t do that.”

for a split second, you swear you see his eyebrows raise. as quickly as you see it, it’s gone, replaced by yet another grin. “what?”

“nothing” he raises his hands in mock surrender, “just that you didn’t deny the whole liking me part.”

your heart skips a beat at the realization that you never rejected his claim and it speeds up when you recognize that it might be the reason you’re always so nervous, fidgety, in his presence.

no, that can’t be it. you’re in love with gojo, you can’t have feelings for his best friend. what kind of sorry excuse of a girlfriend would that make you? there’s got to be something else that can explain—

“don’t worry, it’s okay.” his reassurance couldn’t have come at a worse time—when you’re trying to convince yourself what he said isn’t true. and he seems keen on making this even harder with his next admission. “because i like you, too.”

for the first time all day, your eyes meet his and you’re able to keep them there. your lips part in surprise and you’re sure the emotion is reflected in your stare. he can’t really mean that. he’s definitely messing with you… right?

geto seems to have stunned you to silence. he thinks that’s cute, too, how little it takes to fluster you. and it looks good on you, so much so that he’s even more eager to go through with his plan. he inches towards you before letting his hand rest on your knee. you don’t jump like you had earlier. “do you wanna hear the things i’ve thought about you?”

the scene playing out before you feels like a fever dream with how bizarre things are unfolding. and it must be because how else would you explain the subtle nod of your head at geto’s offer?

your agreement comes as a pleasant surprise to the man and he’s quick to continue before you take it back. “i think about how timid you are when it’s just the two of us and wonder if you’d be the same way with my hands exploring your skin.”

as if to emphasize his words, he drags his fingers from your knee to the middle of your thigh where the hem of your skirt sits. the movement is agonizingly slow and leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake, but geto never takes his eyes off of yours.

“and that moan of yours,” your cheeks and the tips of your ears heat up at the reminder, “i’ve thought of that, too—if you’d make such pretty sounds when i’m touching you like this.”

geto squeezes your thigh, firm but not painful. the gesture elicits another whimper from you, though, it’s muffled this time around.

“i guess you do, huh?” he rubs a hand over your leg, his lips curling up into a smirk. his touch doesn’t linger for long as the calloused hand on your thigh rises and makes its way up to your face. his hand hovers over your cheeks before cradling the side of your face, thumb running along your lower lip.

“but most of all,” he starts, leaning in closer, “i’ve wondered what these lips would taste like on my tongue.”

there’s a jolt in your tummy that sends arousal between your legs. you rub your legs together for some friction—some relief—but it isn’t nearly enough. you need something more—thick fingers or a hard cock. the direction your mind goes causes your lips to part.

geto’s tongue runs along his lips upon seeing yours separate. he licks his lips like you’re a meal he’s looking forward to—like he’s two seconds away from devouring you. still, he courteously asks, “are you gonna let me find out?”

“i can’t,” you whisper. “satoru—”

he leans in even closer, only a hair’s breadth away from your mouth. his breath mingles with yours with his next whispered words. “i won’t tell if you don’t.”

each thud of your heart against your ribs is audible in your ears, like the rhythmic bang of a drum. it must be loud enough for geto to hear, too. it’s drowning out the voice of reason urging you to do anything but lean forward and press your lips against his. 

you don’t listen to its pleas.

the sensation of geto’s pillowy lips only lasts for a moment as yours brush against his. the brief contact sends a surge of electricity beneath your skin that you feel throughout your entire body. geto dips his head down for a deeper kiss when the click of the door opening hits your ears.

you freeze like a deer in headlights at the noise, not daring to turn around. geto doesn’t look nearly as alarmed as you, in fact, the expression he wears is one that makes it seem as though he’s done absolutely nothing wrong. there’s no visible sign of guilt behind his eyes. 

he greets the man at the door easily. “hey, man.”

the rustling of plastic sounds in the air before gojo replies. “did she do it?”

your heart jumps at the mention of you. do what?

“just barely,” geto tells him, a cheeky smile pulling at his lips. “you seriously have the worst timing. she probably would have let me stick my tongue down her throat if you had taken another minute.”

the horrifying fact makes you fist the fabric of your skirt. the burning of your skin is back but it isn’t arousal this time around—it’s shame and embarrassment. how are you supposed to look at your boyfriend now that you’ve kissed his best friend?

heavy footsteps warn you of gojo’s approach. you’re desperately trying to come up with an explanation when he kneels down in front of you. his eyes are like magnets, forcing your gaze to meet his. dark glasses hold his light hair back like a headband, preventing the snowy strands from hiding his clear blue irises. you can’t read him.

“did you like it?”

“what?” your voice is weak. you can barely hear it.

“it felt nice, right?” he asks with a smile. it’s genuine, too, like he really wants to hear that you enjoyed taking part in your naughty deed. “you want more, don’t you?”

his questions aren’t accusatory the way you expected them to be. he doesn’t sound upset or angry the way he should. you spare a glance over to geto. there’s a look in his eyes, one that you’ve seen gojo wear plenty of times—one that means he’s hungry.

it’s only then that you realize what’s going on. this wasn’t some elaborate stunt to find out whether or not you’d be faithful to your boyfriend, it was a strategy to see how you feel about geto and it seems as though their findings have been promising if their reactions are any evidence.

maybe you can give in to your disgraceful attraction to your boyfriend’s best friend.

you turn to face gojo once more, pulling your lip between your teeth and nodding in response to his questions.

gojo breathes out a short laugh before tilting his head and letting his eyes shift over to geto. “see, suguru, i told you she’d be into it.”

hey there, it's manz! now that you've read the whole fic, i can tell you where i was going with the ending :3 so, in my mind, this was a ton of build up to a threesome. not sure if it came across that way, but yeah! although, if you'd like to think of it more as a "gojo letting geto have sex with you" kind of thing, that's cool too!

thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎

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[chaotic-mystery]

Pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader

Summary: The next morning you wake up confused about the previous night. You have to start making your life better, and doing tequila shots the first night home didn’t help.

Content warnings: eventual smut, 18+ only mdni!, eventual smut, mean Joel, enemies to lovers, daddy issues galore, swearing, hangovers, red thongs trying to be stolen, reader tried to smack Joel but that didn’t end good, Joel was nice for like 2 seconds, then mean Joel came out.

Word Count: 3.3K

A/N: Thank you all for the patience with me on this! I’m so ready to continue and show you were this is going. I love you. Enjoy 🖤

With the morning sun pouring into your small bedroom window, you felt a leg under yours, brows furrowed at the spare body parts. Fuck. What did I do last night? You lift your head and turn it to the right, noticing the messy head of black curls and suddenly your eyes go wide. Tommy. Did I fuck Tommy last night? Soft snores came from his body while he lay there completely unaware of your internal panicking. 

Tucking in your arms under you to give you a boost up and out of bed, Tommy rolls over and grabs the pillow, suffocating it between his arms and chest. As you stand there with your hand covering your mouth, you wondered just how you got yourself into this mess. Maybe it was the tequila shots, maybe it wasn’t. Who’s to say? 

It was in fact, the tequila shots. 

How could you have been so careless, having sex with the second good looking guy you laid eyes on the moment you got back home. First, first good looking guy you laid your eyes on. 

The bathroom door closes behind you and you press your back against it, mind racing at how to handle this whole situation. Your feet tapped against the cold tile as you paced back and forth. 

What were you going to tell Tommy when he woke up thinking you wanted to be something, expecting to be a regular sleeper in your bed? 

Your hand covers your mouth in disbelief. What the fuck am I gonna do?

A deep breath enters your lungs as a boost of confidence that you can be straightforward with him about this. I’ve got this. You grab the doorknob and turn it to open the door, head poking out first to find Tommy still snoring away. He didn’t move one bit. Lightly tapping his shoulder, you grew impatient at the efforts going to waste. This wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to go job hunting today, like you promised yourself you would. 

With your bunny slippers trampling through the damp grass to Joel’s front door, you adjusted and tightened your robe only about a million times to make sure nothing was showing or sticking out. It was already 9:33 A.M, surely Joel has been awake for hours, right? He’s an older man and they are always up early for who fucking knows what. With your hand switching from beating on the door and ringing the doorbell, someone was bound to answer. The front door flies open to a very grumpy looking Joel, yanking down the rest of his shirt to cover his abdomen. 

“Can you please come get your brother from my bed? I need to go job hunting today and he isn’t waking up. It may have something to do with the tequila shots.” You scratched the back of your neck, too embarrassed to look at him.

A scoff leaves his lips and he shakes his head slowly. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. Talk to me all crazy n’ shit last night but now you need my help for your benefit? And for the record, I don’t doubt he’s still sleeping. I fuckin’ heard you two going at it all night after I specifically told you not to keep me up all night. So no, I’m not helping. See ya.” The door was just about closed when you put your hand between it and the door frame to make Joel choose whether or not he wanted to crush your hand. 

“Move. Your hand.” His nostrils flared slightly, his eyes shooting daggers into you. 

“No. Come get your brother or I’ll make being my neighbor a living hell for you.” No more jokes, no more bullshit was coming from you. If you didn’t find a job soon, you’d just be giving your dad more ammunition to use in the future when he talks about how disappointed he is with you. 

Joel’s fingers tapped against the door while he contemplated if he wanted to get roped into this or not. “I swear to fuckin’ god little girl, this better be the first and last time I’m gonna have to do this. Don’t drag him into your shit.” With one swift move he was walking down the porch steps on his way to your bedroom, muttering some bullshit under his breath. When he reaches your room he notices the door slightly shut and he looks to you to tell him to go in. “He’s not..naked…is he?” He whispers to you.

“Not that I’m aware of…but now that you mention it I don't remember honestly.” You whispered back, staring at the ground. 

The amount of restraint Joel had to use to not shout at you right then and there for not remembering was astronomical. His calloused palm flies to his forehead and smacks it roughly. “You are a pain in my fuckin’ ass and you haven’t even been here a week!” He whispers louder at you as he shoves the door open and takes a few steps inside. With his hand covering his eyes in case his younger brother's bare ass was out, he stopped where he felt was the middle of your room. 

“Tommy, get up. Cmon. Get dressed. Up, let’s go.” His foot reached out until it stopped on the box spring and he nudged it a few times to get Tommy moving. Soon enough Tommy rolled over and took the sheet with him, his black boxers poking out slightly. 

“Would you stop, he’s not naked.” You hiss and yank Joel’s hand off his face. A small gasp came from him as he opened his eyes and was met with a still half asleep Tommy. 

“Tommy, let’s go man; wake your ass up!” Joel groans and shakes the hell out of his shoulder, obtaining groans from his brother. 

He turns his head upwards to look at Joel, eyes slowly blinking open. “Joel? What’re you doin’- wait, did we tag team her like we did that one g-” His words were immediately ceased with Joel’s hand covering Tommy’s lips quickly, loud shushing drowning out his voice. “Get up, we’re leaving so Miss princess can go find a job and be a productive member of society like the rest of us common folk.” Joel bent down and threw whatever clothes were in a pile by his feet at Tommy, hoping and praying he’d get dressed and they can get the hell outta there and Joel can get on with his day. 

“This isn’t mine, but I’d love to keep it..” Tommy held up your red thong from the previous night's escapades and your face got feverish to the touch, your hands covering your face to shield you from the embarrassment. 

Joel smacks the back of his head and tells him to knock it off. “Hurry up, I’ll be back at the house. He turns to look at you who still had your face covered. With a firm bump of his forearm against yours, you lowered them and sighed. 

“For your sake and mine, don’t invite him over again. Next time he’s your problem to deal with.” Surprisingly to you his tone wasn’t harsh for once, more of a sympathetic ring to it this time. 

“Ye-yeah I won’t. Thanks again.” Taken aback by his semi sweet piece of advice, you nodded towards the door. “I should let you out so you can get back to your day.” With your hands in your back pockets as you walked him to the front door, you could still hear Tommy stomping around upstairs, trying what sounded like putting on his shoes. You looked at your phone to see if you missed any new texts from your dad, not a single message. You told him you’d be finding a job today but did he care to respond, tell you good luck, anything? No. Why would he? Joel must’ve been able to tell something was wrong because his frame softened along with his face, brows unfurrowed. 

“You uh..you okay?” He asked, cocking his head to the side just a tad to see your face while you looked at your phone. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” you coldly answer, pushing the front screen door open for him. He wanted to press the situation further but stopped himself. It was no secret you were bothered by something but he couldn't guess what it was. “I’m going to your dads here in a bit to talk about where he wants this fuckin’ pool for Janet.” His brown eyes rolled slightly as he let out a breathy chuckle. With his hand pressed against the screen door to prop it open and walk out to the porch, Joel stops and stands still for a moment before turning back around to look at you. 

“You sure nothin’ is wron-” 

He was cut off by Tommy marching down your stairs to the front door, stopping in front of you. “You, little lady. No more tequila shots for me, ever again.” He laughs, his gorgeous smile playing to his lips. Your stomach started to turn and have a funny feeling inside. Maybe it was the fact you really weren’t all that interested in Tommy. Yeah you banged him last night, but before that happened you two sat up for hours and talked while pouring sloppy shots of more tequila. He told you about him and how he worked so closely with Joel, his beautiful niece Sarah and how she was like the daughter he never had. 

“So maybe I’ll see you later?” The eagerness in his voice was so prominent it hurt that much more. “Uhh..maybe. We’ll talk soon, promise.” 

You kiss his cheek and send him and Joel on their way back across the grass to Joel’s house. 

Frustration and confusion course through your veins while you press your back against the front door, trying to make sense of what’s happened within the last 48 hours. It was almost 10:30 when you realized you should probably wash yourself before you go out all afternoon. 

With just enough time to spare to smoke a cigarette to calm your nerves before leaving the house, you look over to Joel’s driveway and see his truck is gone. He was probably at your dads house by now, telling him all about this morning and how you’re the worst neighbor already. Who cares what your dad has to say to that though, you’re a grown ass adult and you can do what you want. 

You smooth your hair down one last time in the reflection of the window before you flick the half smoked cigarette and blow the smoke from your mouth. Reaching into your purse you pull out the squashed packet of gum that was half gone. The sweet notes of mint dance to your nose as you unwrap the piece and toss it in your mouth, discarding the paper back into the package. Still no message from your dad the last time you checked. You probably should’ve never messaged him about it, he was never going to care like he pretends. Getting in your car and cranking the air and still painfully getting used to the heat once again, you put on your music and begin driving around all over town to find a decent job somewhere in this hellhole.

With the afternoon sun slowly going down, you huffed as you sunk back into your car after being denied from the seventh business to get a job. You could feel your luck fading with every declining response, the fear of being more of a disappointment creeping up on you like a scary shadow in the dark. The warm steering wheel held your head as you leaned forward to take a breath. 

Back at your dad’s house, Joel’s putting his things away back in his little tool bag he carries in his truck for shit like this. He hates being unprepared, it’s not a good look for himself. 

“So have you talked to your daughter recently?” Joel casually brings up as he puts away his tape measure. 

“Yeah, she texted me earlier this morning about finding a job but I don’t know about all that. She’s not what these people are lookin’ for. She’s always late and she flakes, she can never amount to anything and she doesn’t put her mind to it. She quits when the going gets tough, s’why she ran away from here all those years ago to follow her mother across the country. Told her it was a stupid idea and she’d regret it and now look where she’s at. Back here in Texas with me.” Your dad laughs like anything he just said was remotely funny. Joel stopped putting tools away the moment your dad started to talk shit about his own flesh and blood, the only one of his kids that continues to acknowledge his existence. Even though Joel was still very pissed about last night and this morning, he didn’t think it was right for your dad to be talking about you like that, especially to him, a complete stranger to you. 

He had to bite the inside of his cheek as he thought long and hard about what to say next. 

“But you did respond and tell her good luck or somethin’ right? Sure she’s nervous and it sounds like she wants to get it right this time.” He looks over at your dad who was watching the birds fly away from the trees, his red polarized sunglasses he got from the gas station years ago shielding his eyes from Joel’s. 

“No, I didn’t. She’ll be fine. Can’t hold her hand forever Joel. Plus I don’t know if they’d want her to work for them. They all heard the same thing I told you, can’t help that I know everyone in town and they wanna know my life.” He laughs again and Joel can feel his jaw clench together. 

“Alan, man cmon that’s messed up. You just said you can’t hold her hand forever but you aren’t helping her grow up either by doin’ that.”

Your dad just waves Joel off and chuckles, turning to look at him, “She’ll be fine.” Something told Joel you wouldn’t be though. 

On your drive home you skipped going back to your cozy hideaway and opted for the bar from last night, just having a taste for a beer. A single beer, no more tequila shots…for now. You sit down on the stool and turn yourself until you’re facing the bartender who just happened to be Michelle. There was a gnawing feeling at you, like you needed to apologize for putting Joel in a funk last night. 

“What can I getcha sweeth-” Her words silenced when she was face to face with you. Giving her a small wave, you took a deep breath, trying not to mix up your words. “I think we got off on the wrong foot and I’d really like to start over. I didn’t mean to step on your toes last night about your bar. I think it’s cute and for the record, Joel isn’t watching over me, he’s my dads best friend and yes we’re neighbors but I don’t want to fuck him and he doesn’t want to fuck me- he actually can’t even stand to be around me and that’s mutual so I-” 

“Okay, enough- stop it!” Michelle raises her voice and looks at you closely. 

“What do you care if I like you or not darlin’?” 

Your fingers comb your hair back and fall to the bar top, smoothing over an imperfection you managed to find. “I don’t want bad blood with anyone, that’s all. I’m already having a tough time finding a job and my dad- I’m sorry. I don’t mean to dump my problems onto you. I just don’t want the list of people wishing to see me fall on my ass grow. She was pouring you a diet coke and tossed a little straw in it, setting it down in front of you before leaning on her hands that were on the curve of the bar top. 

“You said you needed a job?” The fizzy drink rolls down your throat and you nod fast. You can see she’s thinking of something in her head, the way she's biting at her fingernail slightly and her eyes are scanning back and forth.

“Come back tonight for training and wear something sexy but nothing too crazy..it’s a bar not a porno.” Michelle raises an eyebrow at you and walks to the back with empty bottles, leaving you sitting in the stool alone and your half drank coke dripping with condensation. With your lips fishing for the straw, you sucked the rest of the liquid down and left a ten dollar bill under the cup and immediately got into your car to drive home. 

As you pull up to your house, you notice Joel’s truck is still gone, and no Sarah in sight. Wonder where she is…

Almost all of your clothes were tossed onto the floor while you tried to piece together a cute outfit. You landed on a black pleather halter top with laces in the front and black skin tight pleather pants. The black cowgirl boots your mom got you as a joke were finally making their way out of the box and onto some concrete. As you curled your hair and put it in a messy Pam Anderson inspired bun, you felt sexier than ever in weeks, maybe months. Bartending was all new to you but you’d like to think you learned new stuff quickly. With all of your touchup makeup packed away and about ten sprays of body spray, you were ready. 

The gravel in Joel’s driveway crunched under his tires and he put it in park. You peaked from the bathroom window so he wouldn’t see you, it looked like he was on the phone. 

Your chunky boot heels thump against the stairs and off you were out the door, ready to go to the first job you’ve been scared of doing. You cover your eyes from the warm setting sun and look at Joel through his truck window. He sighed and got out, immediately growing and looking away. “Where in the hell are you going? You better not be goin’ to Tommy’s I swe-” 

“Uuugh nooo I’m not and if I was, who are you to stop me?” You fire back, your purse dangling slightly. 

“Hey! I’m just trying- you know what? Forget it. How did the um..job hunting go?” Still not looking directly at you but in your direction, you told him how shitty it was. “Well um ya see..”

“But it’s totally okay because I stopped at Michelle's bar on the way home and she offered me a job. That’s where I’m going right now actually!” The excitement dripping from your words was like nails on a chalkboard to him considering how wide his eyes got. 

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ jokin’. You can’t seriously be working there?” He rubs his eyes out of frustration and groans loudly. Your smile slowly faded and you could feel the fiery ball of anger growing inside you. 

“What is the fucking issue?”

“Do you have to be everywhere in my life every damn time I turn around, Jesus christ! I mean, the first night you’re here you’re dumped on me and then you bang my brother, insult my girl’s bar and then turn around and work there? What goes through your fucking head sometimes?”

He puts his hand on his hips and stares at you, waiting for some sort of answer. You meet him halfway in the grass right on the property line and raise your hand to smack him for talking to you like that when he catches your wrist in midair, shoving it back down to your side.

“Fuck you! I didn’t ask for him to dump me on you! Newsflash, you’re friends with a dickhead! Michelle was the one who hired me and last time I checked it’s her bar, old man. Not yours. See you fucking never, asshole.” Just when you felt a sliver of hope of maybe ever mending this weird thing with Joel, he shoves his foot in his mouth and misspeaks, taking you right back to square one of not liking him. 

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x you #the last of us #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #daddy joel #dbf!joel #dbf! joel miller #dbf joel miller x f reader #joel the last of us #pedro pascal joel miller #code red #chaotic mystery

[writeforfandoms]

Letting Go

Find my CoD masterist

My first contribution to Fall4Rudy hosted by @glitterypirateduck

You wake after a night of drinking to find yourself in bed with Rudy, still fully clothed. Some secrets come to light, much to your benefit.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol and drinking, Rudy is a gentleman, nothing hurts and everything is fluff, kissing.

Word count: 1k

Used the prompt "You are stunning" for this one!

You woke slowly, warm and groggy and with a bit of a headache. Not too bad, though. You blinked a few times, mentally preparing yourself to sit up and start the day.

Except the wall looked wrong in front of you. Actually the sheets felt wrong too. 

And then the arm thrown over your waist finally registered. For a moment you thought you’d faint. 

“Go back to sleep,” came the rough mumble from behind you, arm tightening a little over your waist. “Still early.”

Your heart froze. You knew that voice. Too well, probably. You’d only been quietly pining after this man since you’d been assigned here, after all. “...Rudy?” 

He grunted softly but didn’t respond otherwise. His breath was warm against the back of your neck, his arm warm and heavy over you. But you could feel clothing between the two of you. 

Okay. How had you gotten here?

A bunch of you had gone out drinking, you remembered that much easily. You remembered having fun, relaxing, taking it easy on the drinks. You remembered the one pushy bastard making you uncomfortable, getting closer and closer as people left to dance or pair off for the night. 

And then Rudy had stepped in, casual as you please, eyes dark as he stared down the soldier. The other man had backed off quickly. But Rudy hadn’t left, instead taking a seat next to you and striking up an easy conversation. 

Things got a little more fuzzy after that, as he bought the two of you a couple rounds. You’d definitely been drunk, but only silly-drunk, not blackout. Thankfully. You remembered your roommate letting you know she was bringing someone back, leaving you a bit stranded.

Until Rudy offered that you could stay with him, he’d take the couch. 

But how you’d ended up in bed with him was honestly a mystery. 

“Hey.” Rudy nudged you gently, lifting his head to try to look at you. “Alright?”

“Just. Surprised.” Right, play it cool, no big deal. Just two people sharing a bed. In a totally platonic manner. Still dressed. No biggie. 

“You wouldn’t let go,” Rudy muttered, relaxing a little. “Whined until I got in with you.”

Embarrassment flooded you, prompting you to hide your face in a pillow. Maybe you could just… smother yourself. And never have to face the consequences of this.

Rudy huffed soft laughter, his hand splaying over your belly and gently trying to turn you, though you resisted. “It’s fine,” he soothed gently, scooting closer to you so he could hook his chin over your shoulder. “You’re more cuddly than Alejandro, at least.” 

You scoffed, still shoving your face in a pillow. “That’s not comforting,” you mumbled. 

“You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do.” Rudy spoke slowly, measured, calm. “Calm.” 

You puffed out a breath but slowly moved so you weren’t suffocating in a pillow anymore. “You’re sure?” 

He smiled a little, pushing up onto his elbow so he could look down at you. “Yes.” 

“Okay.” You slowly relaxed again. “Still. I’m sure babysitting me was not on your list of things you wanted to do last night.” 

Rudy moved slowly, the hand on your belly gently pushing you to lay flat on your back instead. He remained next to you, but leaned over you so he could maintain eye contact. 

“You were not difficult to care for,” he murmured. “And I would do it again.” 

Your breath hitched and you blinked before you nodded. “Okay,” you whispered. He was so close, warming you with his proximity and his gaze. It seemed impossible that you were here, that any of this had happened. He was a hard man to get to know, but you’d made the effort.

This felt almost like a reward. Or temptation. Or a treat being dangled in front of your nose, like a horse with a carrot. 

Rudy’s fingers flexed against your stomach, big and warm. “How do you feel?”

“Pretty good,” you answered carefully, licking your lips. He was just… so close. “Little bit of a headache.” 

“Hungry?” He leaned down ever so slightly, gaze still fixed on you. 

“Little bit.” 

“Stay here.” His fingers pushed gently into the softness of your stomach again. “I’ll make breakfast.”

“Breakfast in bed?” you asked, a little breathless from his proximity. “Now you’re just trying to spoil me.” 

“If it will keep you in my bed, I’ll do this every day.” He smirked at you, clearly enjoying the way your eyes blew wide, heat suffusing your cheeks. 

“Stop teasing,” you managed, turning your head away from him. You’d never known Rudy to be cruel. 

A gentle hand at your cheek prompted you to look back at him, brown eyes soft in the early morning light. 

“I’m not teasing.” He dipped his head closer slowly but inexorably. “I would never. Not you.” 

Your eyes went wide again, searching his expression for any deceit. You found none. “You’re really not teasing me?” 

“I promise.” Rudy breathed in slowly, holding your gaze. 

“Then…” You trailed off, uncertain, heart fluttering in your throat. 

He didn’t answer, not for long moments, just drinking in the sight of you. “You are stunning,” he murmured finally, fingers feather-light against your skin. “I would be honored to have you here more often.” 

You swallowed, looking up at him. One hand lifted slowly, giving him time to move, until you cupped his cheek. His eyes slid half-closed and he tipped his head further into your hand. “You really want me here more often?” You couldn’t raise your voice above a whisper, hopeful and curious, heart in your throat. 

“As often as you’d allow,” he murmured. 

You breathed in deep for courage and leaned up, carefully pressing your lips to Rudy’s. That first kiss was soft and short, testing. It was all you could do with the courage you could muster. 

But his smile… his smile was worth it. Soft and sweet and happy. So happy. You’d never seen him smile like this. 

“Is that a yes to breakfast in bed?” he murmured, still so close you could feel his breath as he spoke. 

You smiled, elated and almost jittery. “If I say yes, will you kiss me again?” 

“I will kiss you any time you ask,” he murmured, and promptly made good on his word, kissing you gently. 

It did, however, take him a while to have breakfast ready, because you kept shamelessly distracting him with kisses. 

#fall4rudy #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #f!reader

[ikatella]

Russian roulette

Dabi x reader

4.4k words

Noncon, stalking, gun kink, fear kink, breeding kink, reader is immune to Dabi's quirk

Summary:

When a civilian fails to die to his quirk, Dabi quickly finds himself both pissed off and obsessed. He needs to make you feel fear, to drag you down to his level, or else the thought of you threatens to suffocate him. He soon finds just the way to do so.

You have a shadow and you don’t realize it, not yet at least. Cerulean eyes watch you from outside your window as you sleep peacefully.

You don’t even bother to close the curtains, a naive little thing, seemingly blissfully unaware of the fact that people like him exist. Bad men who are all too eager to devour a pretty little thing like you whole, to consume you entirely.

Maybe that was why Dabi was so obsessed with you, couldn’t get enough of you. He first came across you during a league attack in a busy part of the city, you were just a normal civilian caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Maybe you could have gotten away alright, but you stayed and attempted to stick up for the weak sniveling nobody that Dabi was ready to reduce to ash. His lip curls into a sneer as he thinks of how heroic you seemed to be, your own knees knocking together in fear, your body shaking like a leaf but still, you stood your ground. He was ready to make quick work of you, but to his own disappointment and surprise, his flames didn’t so much as scorch you. A fire resistance quirk?

Dabi didn’t like that, he didn’t like being caught off guard, he didn’t like being shown up in any way, and he didn’t like feeling like he was powerless against someone. Especially not a weak little thing like you. Before he could do anything else, before he could wring you by the neck as he would have, heroes diverged on the scene and the league had to concede this fight and escape.

Ever since then, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. The thoughts of you threatening to suffocate him like a blanket over a fire, depriving it of oxygen until the flame snuffs out. No, he wouldn’t let an insignificant person like you have this sort of control over his mind. It was easy enough to find you again, he memorized your schedule, watching your every move, slowly developing an obsession.

It would be easy to kill you, his quirk be damned, he could strangle you, he could cut you up til you bleed out, there are more ways to kill at his disposal but where was the fun in that? No, he wanted to knock you down to his level, grab you by the neck roughly and pull you to hell with him, show you that you should fear him.

Besides, killing you would be such a waste. You are admittedly attractive, soft, and cute, almost innocent. So naive to the fact that a villain has been stalking your every move. You sleep soundly, your hair spilling across your pillow, your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your nightgown. He knows you’ll be so much cuter when you’re looking at him in fear, trembling in his grasp.

Just the thought of the things he wants to do to you has his cock hardening in his pants and he hisses at the tension. Delicate breaths fall from your soft-looking lips, fuck he wants to destroy you in the best possible way.

He doesn’t want to wait any longer, he slid your window up with ease, not for the first time. He broke in before while you weren’t home, tsking at the fact that you didn’t even bother to keep your bedroom window locked. Oh, he was gonna have so much fun showing you why you should be more fearful. He had rummaged around your home, taking note of all the cute plushies and decor you kept, went through your underwear drawer, and cooed at your lacy panties, tempted to steal a pair.

This time he slides the window up silently, moving like a shadow as he pulls himself up, climbing into your room, his suffocating presence invading your space. He knows his quirk won’t harm you but if his demeanor alone isn’t enough to intimidate you into submission, he has other ways, his hand on the cold hilt of the revolver in his pocket.

You’re immune to his fire, but you wouldn’t be immune to a bullet to the head. Not that he plans to kill you, not now when there are more fun ways to get you to cry and beg for his mercy. Regardless, it could help keep you in line if you think of acting up.

He creeps over to where you sleep peacefully, not yet aware of the danger. His tall frame looms over your resting form, and he lifts one knee onto the bed, the mattress creaking under the sudden shift in weight.

You must be a light sleeper because your eyes open immediately, snapping up his face as they widen in shock. He senses what your next move will be because his rough and warm hand quickly covers your mouth, smothering your sounds.

“Shhh shhhh, don’t scream, baby.” Dabi speaks in a low voice, with a dangerous glint in his eyes.”This is your only warning.” He says darkly.

He thinks he would like the sounds of your screams very much but this makes things easier for him, he plans to take his time with you, and he doesn’t want anyone getting in his way.

He leans over you, the sheets rustling at the slight movement, and you look up at him, eyes wide with unbridled fear. Fuck, what a beautiful sight to him. Seeing the terror on your face causes Dabi’s heart to race, his excitement rising.

“I won’t hurt you too badly if you behave. Be good for me and I'll make you feel good.” His voice is quiet and rough, as he speaks.

You look up into his eyes, you see the intensity in his eyes, the obsession, and desire. There’s no incertitude to what he wants, you know what he means and what he plans to do. You recognize him as a member of the infamous League of villains, you remember him from the villain attack not too long ago. Your head is reeling, still trying to process everything right now.

When he feels certain you won’t scream, he removes his hand from your mouth, instead going to grip your chin, holding your head in place. You feel your pulse quicken, the anxiety causing your stomach to rise. He smells of smoke and fire, his presence in your bed is oppressive.

As he leans in further, his lips curled into a devious smirk, you feel the panic in you rising, you act suddenly, smacking his hand away and flinching away. In a quick movement, before he can even react, you nimbly flee from the bed, quick on your feet.

You scramble for the bedroom door, your feet moving across the cold wooden floor with haste.

Dabi swears under his breath as you dart through the hallway, towards the living room. You’re not sure what you’re going to do, maybe flee out the front door, or call out for one of your neighbors? You just know you have the gut instinct to run.

Before you can do anything though, you feel a gust of wind behind you and a strong arm suddenly snakes around your waist, pulling your feet up off the ground. Dabi was able to make it to you in quick strides, his long legs moving quicker than you could hope to outrun.

He pulls your body to his chest, holding you against him tight as you feel his warmth, his arms around your waist are iron-clad.

“No!” You shout as you fight against his hold, scrambling for any purchase, any way to break free.

“Oh yes, baby.” He says darkly in your ear, breathing into your neck heavily as he pulls you back away from the front door, your feet dragging across the floor helplessly.

Chasing you, listening to you protest and try to fight against him has his cock throbbing. Still though, as much as a turn-on it is, he can’t have you trying to escape on him. If you somehow did manage to get someone else’s attention, that would be more of a hassle, someone else he would have to kill, and he doesn’t want to complicate things right now.

You feel his erection along your backside and it makes your heart beat so hard it feels as if it’s going to burst. Dabi wasn’t going to stop until his cock was stuffed inside you.

One hand goes to tweak one of your nipples through the fabric of your gown and you gasp at the sensation, the other hand wraps around your neck, heating up against your skin. Still though, no matter how high he seems to turn up the heat, your smooth, soft skin is completely unaffected.

“That little quirk of yours pisses me off so bad.” He says into your ear, his voice rough. “Oh it was over for you the moment you thought you could stand up to me, like I wouldn’t come back for you.” He holds you in place tightly, his voice now bordering on something dangerous as the hand on your neck reaches for his pocket.

“Luckily there’s more ways to hurt someone other than with quirks.” You hear him say this as you feel him press something cold and metallic to your jaw. A gun. He has a gun pressed to you. Your vision starts to blur as you shake uncontrollably, fear overwhelming you right now as your breath quickens. “Don’t worry baby, luckily for you I like you.” His hand continues to fondle your tits through your dress as he groans into your ear, his teeth nipping the skin there. “And as I said, if you behave I won’t hurt you.”

He drags you to the couch, your body now limp, not wanting to piss him off with a revolver pressed to your skull. He chuckles as the fight leaves your body, pushing you roughly down onto the suede fabric and settling himself in between your legs, the gun still in his hands. The couch is soft under you, and it creaks as Dabi clambers over top of you. Your chest is rising and falling quickly with each panicked breath.

“You’re so cute when you look up at me like that, all fearful. So adorable, really.” His eyes meet yours and you can see the mirth and dark pleasure he’s taking in your fear right now, drinking it in. ”But I do think you need to be punished for trying to run, don’t you agree, baby?”

As he says this he presses the barrel of the gun to your chest, slowly running it down the middle of your torso, you feel the cool metal through your nightgown.

“Wait please don’t-” You protest in a trembling voice as your legs shake but Dabi gently shushes you.

“I’m not going to shoot you…hopefully not at least.” He says with a quiet and menacing laugh. He kisses your exposed knee where your skirt has risen up your thighs. “Open up your legs for me, baby.” He says in a soft, husky voice. You obey without protests, not wanting to anger him.

His hands are oh so warm, and rough against your smooth skin as he slides your dress up your thighs, the fabric bunching around your waist. He coos at the sight of your lacy white panties, with a cute little bow on the top.

“Fuck, were you expecting me, doll?” He says with a throaty groan. He doesn't fail to notice the wet spot forming there either. He presses a finger to spot, pressing the fabric against your puffy lips as your hips nearly buck at the sensation.”You’re so sensitive down here, you getting wet for me, baby? For me holding you down and pressing a gun to you?”

You shake your head in protest but he barks a laugh, like he sees right through you. In truth, the fear you feel has you dripping, as much as you wish you weren’t.

He trails the gun lower and lower, until it’s resting against your pelvic bone. He continues to bite the delicate skin of your inner thigh as he speaks. “You know what I’m gonna do with this gun?” He asks quietly, when you shake your head nervously, he opens up the barrel of the revolver, and removes all the bullets, all but one, placing the rest in his jacket pocket. He spins the barrel and presses it against your wet spot.”I’m gonna fuck you with it.” He says in a simple but lust-filled voice.

“Wait- wait please-” You try to plead, as you try to rise up on your elbows, your anxiety spiking again but he silences you with a finger pressed to your lips, quietly shushing you once again.

“Begging won’t stop me, doll. Besides, I think you’ll enjoy this as much as I will.” He says, gripping your shoulder and pressing you back into the couch.

He pulls your lacy underwear to the sight, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of your wet, peach-like lips. He presses the cold barrel to your clit and holds it there, and you jolt at the feeling of cold metal against it. He begins to rub against it slightly, an up and down motion that has you letting out a small gasp. “Keep making those noises, baby.” He speaks as he moves the gun lower, pressing it against the opening of your hole.

His other hand grips your hip tighter, making sure to keep you in place as he slowly presses the tip of the gun inside. You let out another shaky noise as it enters your unstretched pussy. He starts out slow, pushing it in an inch and pulling it out, pushing it in another inch with the next motion of his hand, as he slowly works you open.

The metal is cold, as it presses against your gummy walls with each back and forth motion. You bite your lips to try and stifle the whimpers you’re making.

“I can tell how hard you’re clenching around my gun, baby, look how good you’re being for me right now.” He says with a groan. You can see his cock straining against his pants, and as he continues to slowly fuck you with the gun, he undoes his belt with one hand, pulling his cock free.

As the metal glints in the low lighting, you can see the piercings he has running up and down his cock. He hisses at the feeling as he takes himself in his hand, jerking his cock slowly in time with his movements with the gun.

He moans over you at the feeling, at the sight of your pretty cunt clenching around the weapon, as you tremble from a mixture of fear and pleasure. He needs more of your fear, needs it like he needs to breathe, needs to see the terror in your eyes.

“I’m gonna pull the trigger.” He says simply, as he watches with delight as your eyes fill with fear once again.

“No, don't! You’ll kill me!” You can only imagine the slow painful death you’d have if he shot you right now, as you plead with him, but he doesn’t listen, chuckling darkly. His eyes are filled with hunger as he plays with his cock, getting off to your alarm and fear.

“Shhhh, relax baby, there’s only one bullet in the chamber, let's take a gamble, eh?” He grips you tighter, trying to control your squirming. You weren’t getting away from him, not ever. His index finger moves to the trigger as you continue to panic. He pulls the trigger back slowly.

A soft click sounds through the room.

You clench around the gun, a moan leaving your lips as some of the tension drops from your body, breathing heavily as he continues to thrust the gun inside you.

“I think you like that, you get off on the fear.” He says with a manic grin. “Maybe you’re just as twisted as I am.” He clicks his tongue in mock shaming.

You try to protest but he presses the gun harshly against a spot that has you moaning loudly. You try to cover your mouth with your hands, but he grabs your wrists roughly, yanking them away.

“No, lemme hear you, baby.” He says, his voice so low with desire now. “Don’t you fucking dare hide your moans from me.” He gives another sharp thrust with the gun and you let out a keening noise.

“Two more times, how about that?” He says and you don’t have to ask to know what he means. “Let's test our luck again, hm?” He says as you start to feel a deep sense of fear pulling in your gut, along with something else.

He doesn’t even give you time to protest, pulling the trigger back again, as heat builds inside you, your breath quicking.

Another soft click sounds, and you let out another moan, heat rising in you even more, starting to make your spine tingle. You’re dripping at this point, the gun is soaked in your juices as it drips down your ass, onto the couch, each thrust making a sloshing noise. Dabi almost cums right then and there at the click of the gun, and your resulting moan.

“One more time baby, one more time.” His voice is rough, as he loses himself to his own arousal, his dick hard and dripping precum already.

The tension is so thick it threatens to suffocate you both, this really could be the one that ends you, leaving you a splattered mess on the couch, and both Dabi and you seem to realize that. He’s tempting fate right now, pushing his luck, and he seems to be so turned on by the fact, and maybe you are too.

His other hand goes to your clit, rubbing the spot roughly as the heat pulls inside you even more, you can feel yourself nearing the edge. He pulls the trigger back as you hold your breath, everything seeming to stand still for just a moment. You hate how turned on you are by this, by this moment, and by what this man is doing to you. Each thrust of the gun, each pull of the trigger, Dabi’s rough voice, and his rough hand on you, all of it takes you to new heights of pleasure.

The gun clicks again, and all the tension spills from your body at once, as you come hard all over the gun, your hips bucking and your body spasming as you let out a cry. “Fuck! Fuck!” You moan out as Dabi continues to thrust the gun as you orgasm.

“Fuck baby, look at the mess you made.” He says, as you start to come down from your high, he pulls the gun out with a wet squelch. You feel completely boneless, your whole body covered in a sweaty sheen as you breathe heavily. The gun is completely covered in your slick, glistening as gossamer strings drip off.

Dabi’s not done with you yet though, his cock is still stiff and red, twitching in his hand. He settles in closer to your hips, bringing his cock to your swollen lips as he collects some of your arousal on the engorged tip. He sighs deeply at the feeling of your warmth, tilting your hips upwards some.

You shake your head weakly, not sure if you can handle anymore but Dabi just strokes your side in a gesture that would almost be comforting if it weren’t for the current circumstances. “It's okay baby, you did so well, so good, it’s my turn now though.” He says it in a softer voice but it’s clear you have no choice in the matter.

As he rubs the tip of his cock against your entrance, not yet pushing in, he brings the gun to your lips and gives you a simple command, “Suck, clean it off.”

You consider for a moment refusing, pursing your lips tightly and refusing him entry, but you don’t want to risk pissing him off. After just a moment of hesitation, you part your lips slightly, as he presses the gun inside. You can taste yourself, along with the metallic taste of the gun as it slides across your tongue.

He makes a throaty noise at the sight. “That’s it, baby, just like that.” You can’t help but feel your stomach flutter at his praise, as you begin to suck in earnest, hollowing out your cheeks as you do. You don’t understand why you do, but you like the sound he makes as you do as you're told.

“You’re a natural cockwhore, huh? Look at you listening to orders so well, I should have you suck my cock like that, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His depraved words are doing things to your stomach, making it flip as your heart starts to race yet again.

As he continues to let out a litany of filthy praise, he begins to press the swollen head of his cock inside you, the slide made easy by his work with the gun earlier. You gasp around the barrel as he thrusts in, moving until his hips are flush with yours and the head of his cock is pressed firmly against your cervix.

He’s bigger than the gun, and his piercings press against your walls in a way that has you tingling, you’re still sensitive from your orgasm and your body starts to twitch slightly at the overwhelming feeling.

His hips still, needing a moment to calm down before he prematurely blows his load. He pulls the gun free from your mouth, putting it back into the pocket of his jacket. “I don’t have to tell ya that I’ll pull that back out so quickly if you start acting up, do I?” He says in a firmer, more threatening tone.

You shake your head. “No, you don’t” You speak in an almost meek voice, not wanting to risk his ire again.

Your submissive obedience right now is only fueling Dabi’s arousal and his growing obsession with you. “Good, so good for me.” He speaks, as he begins to thrust in and out of you, hanging his head back and letting out a long moan at the sensation.

He pushes your nightgown up to your collarbones, one of his hands trailing up your stomach, going to grope your chest. “That’s right, baby, lemme see those pretty tits.” He pinches one of your nipples, and you let out a whine at the sensation. This is how he wanted to see you, weak and pliable under him, too afraid to try and stand up to him anymore, or disobey him. He feels a deep satisfaction that goes beyond just the feeling of fucking you right now.

He presses in closer to you, to the point where you can smell the smoke and ash on him, his dark hair filling your field of vision. His other hand grips your hair and he pulls your head back as he sucks a line kisses up your neck, to up under your jaw.

His voice is right in your ear as he speaks about how good you feel around his cock, letting out low grunts with almost every thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good, so fucking good. I’m gonna have to cum in you, fill you up.” His hips pap against your ass now, the coach squeaking under your movements, and each thrust has you sliding up and down slightly, the ceiling bobbing in your view as he fucks in and out.

You’re letting out wanton moans now, shaking under him as he uses your body to get off. You can’t help but cling to him as your arms and legs tremble.

“Gonna come in you, breed you, really make you mine then.” He seems to lose himself in his own filthy talk, as he talks of impregnating you his thrusts become shallower, humping tightly against your cervix as his pace becomes more erratic.

You feel like you’re on the precipice of another orgasm and you worry this one will kill you, you can’t handle any more stimulation. You shake your head weakly at his words, but if he notices, he doesn’t care. Your stomach tightens and with each thrust, it feels like you have to pee. You start letting out louder moans, and he notices your increasing pleasure.

“Right there?” Right fucking there?” He says in an almost growl as he moves roughly, the head of his cock thumping against your cervix with every thrust, his piercing brushing against your inner walls.

One of his hands moves down to your clit, fingering against it quickly, and before you know it, you’re coming again, falling apart underneath the villain. You feel a rush of wetness as you cry out, and Dabi swears as he feels it too.

“Fuck did you just- fuck, fuck I’m coming, oh fuck! I’m coming, I’m coming inside.” He groans out as he fills you with his hot, virile, seed.

He holds you tightly in place as he fucks you through his orgasm, fucking his hot come into you, keeping you on his cock like his life depends on it, the overstimulation makes you cry as tears begin to form in your eyes.

After a moment, he collapses on top of you, completely spent. His weight is almost crushing, as you both just lay there in the aftermath for a few minutes, as your breathing slowly returns to a normal rate. He’s hot and sticky above you, and you don’t miss the way he presses his lips to your neck one last time.

You feel tired down to your bones, your body feels like jello, and you’re weaker than you’ve ever felt. You can feel your eyes already drooping as Dabi pushes himself up off of you and tucks his cock back into his pants as he redoes his belt.

“That was fun, baby. Maybe I should come around more often.” His voice sounded like a promise and a threat at the same time. You don’t have the energy to reply, or really do much at all but let the edges of sleep creep up on you. He looks at your prone form for a moment, before pulling your nightgown back down to your hips wordlessly, and turning to leave, undoubtedly leaving the way he came in.

As sleep starts to take you, you realize this will certainly not be the last time you see Dabi.

I hope you all enjoyed this, this has been the first fic that I've written and posted in about six or seven years, so I was a little nervous about posting this one. I may continue this fic if people are interested, as I am into the idea of a reader who's resistant to Dabi's quirk. As always, comments and feedback are always appreciated!! thank you for reading <3

A/N:

#dabi #dabi x reader #bnha #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #bnha x reader #dabi fanfic #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero acedamia #fanfiction #my writing

[sumsumstrashbin]

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟖𝟗𝟎

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐛𝐡

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

It was a quiet night in the town of Enigmere, the place you called home. Your house was nestled in a tightly knit neighbourhood full of other wizarding families, so it got particularly quiet after sundown. Tonight was no different, especially with the rain pouring down as hard as it was. 

You had fallen asleep on your favourite armchair in your living room, your book still in your hands and the candles around you slowly continuing to burn. The rumbling sound of a motorcycle driving down your street awoke you from your slumber. What was a motorcycle doing in your neighbourhood? You knew that nobody that lived on your street owned one, and the sound immediately reminded you of your ex boyfriend, Sirius Black.

You placed your book on the coffee table, getting up and walking to the front window. You pulled the blinds open to look outside, and your suspicion was confirmed to be true. Sirius stepped off his bike, taking his helmet off. You couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but you had no doubt that it was him. 

He approached your door, knocking. You proceeded to the door, confused, but you opened it for him anyway. The light from inside of your house illuminated his face, allowing you to see the damage on it. His clothes were dripping onto your doormat, his hair was drenched and messy, and his face was badly bruised.

“Sirius–” You ushered him in, sitting him down in the very armchair that you had been sitting in moments ago. “–What happened?”

“I got into a fight.” He admitted, droplets of rain trailing down his long strands of hair. “It got a bit out of hand.”

“Out of hand? You look like you just stumbled out of a brawl, Sirius!” You exclaimed, grabbing a first aid kit and a towel from the closet. “Merlin’s beard.” You pulled up a stool in front of him, putting the towel around his shoulders. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You began dabbing the cuts on his face, careful but firm. The candle light flickered dimly across his face, but you avoided looking into his eyes as you wiped his face. The tension in the air was almost suffocating, unspoken questions lingering over your head. Yet, there was something intimate about the silence you shared, the only sounds being the thunder outside and the quiet rustle of medical supplies.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke, breaking the silence. 

“This cut is bad, Sirius. It might scar.” You brushed your cotton swab over a split on his nose bridge, causing him to wince. You placed a bandage over it, smoothing it down carefully.

“Y/n.”

You met his gaze, a mixture of sympathy and some lingering feelings passing between the two of you. 

“I said I’m sorry.” He repeated.

“For what?” You questioned, cleaning another cut on his cheek bone. 

“I don’t know. For coming here…” He responded, but he knew that wasn’t the only thing he was apologising for. “I just didn’t know where else to go. I knew you wouldn’t turn me away. But I shouldn’t have come.”

“You can always come here, Sirius. No matter what.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“You’re a good person. You need someone that can see that, even when you can’t.” You spoke softly, sitting back to examine his face.

“Sometimes it feels as though you’re the only one that does. Perhaps I just need you, then.” 

His admission hung in the air, and a sense of bittersweet nostalgia filled the room. Your heart ached seeing him like this, and you knew that it was because of the feelings you still had for him. 

“I came here because I needed to be some place that felt like home.” He continued. “You feel like home. We were happy, once. Life just got complicated.”

You nodded, taking his hand to bandage his knuckles. “Life always has a way of complicating things, huh?”

“Yeah.” He sighed, intertwining his fingers with yours when you were done with the bandages. “Do you think we could find our way back?” He looked at you, eyes full of hope and hesitation as he awaited your response.

“Maybe.” You responded after a moment. How could you say no when he was looking at you like that? You felt his thumb rubbing your hand, and memories of the time you spent together flooded your mind. “I want to. Believe me, I do.”

“Then let's try. One step at a time.”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

Once you finished cleaning him up, you fetched him a pair of dry clothes to change into. Luckily, the clothes he used to keep at your house were still tucked away in one of your drawers.

“You can sleep on my bed. I don’t want you to hurt yourself more by sleeping on the couch.” You spoke, grabbing yourself a blanket.

“Are you kidding? I’m not going to steal your bed, Y/n. The couch is fine.”

“I refuse. Go lay down and get some sleep.” 

“I’m not sleeping in your bed unless you are too. So pick your poison.”

You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness. “Fine.”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

By morning, Sirius’ hand was snaked around your waist and your head was resting on his chest, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. 

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

#sirius black x y/n #sirius orion black #sirius black #harry potter #marauders #hp #maraudersera #padfoot #sirius #sirius black au #sirius black imagine #sirius black oneshot #sirius black x reader #sirius oneshot #sirius x reader #the marauders #marauders au #marauders era

[the-moon-lullaby]

'Simple Moments'(MCL HSL Nathaniel)

N/A : This was unfinished in my drafts since a little while so I thought I should give it another try and see where this lead

Sum. : As the school play occupies everyone's mind in Sweet Amoris, Nathaniel can't afford to let himself get distracted. Unfortunately for him, it seems to be out of his control.

TW : none, it's just cute (if you don't look at the slight angst that comes with Nathaniel's situation)

Nathaniel let out a deep sigh as he stretched on his chair.

He had been caught up in paperwork for at least a good hour but still, he wasn’t eager to go home.

The school was probably empty by now and if not, it was only about time. Only a few students were staying this late after the end of class. It was mainly the most studious ones who stayed around and despite being a part of them, Nathaniel was on his own in the Student Council Room. It was often the case but he didn't mind or at least he didn't think he did as this habit became so ingrained in his routine that he didn't bother thinking about his loneliness.

Sometimes Melody would walk in and sit besides him. She’d try to talk but there was too much to do and not much to say so the conversations would inevitably meet a dead end. When he thought back on it, he felt a bit bad for the girl. He could see that she liked him and it might have looked like he was leading her on but he wasn’t trying to.

Truth is that he had other things on his mind which were slowly drowning him. 

Today, Mr Faraize had given them back their test results. Usually, Nathaniel wouldn’t have given it some second thought or wouldn’t have been worried about it but this time, he couldn’t help it. He turned pale when he saw his grade and he hoped that no one noticed it. Anyone would have found him ridiculous. It wasn’t a bad grade, it was actually pretty good. Above the class average. But certainly not above a certain person’s expectations.

No, really, he wasn’t eager to go home.

Which is why he decided that he would visit the library before leaving the school. Mr Faraize mentioned a book that might help them go through this part of the history program and that they could borrow it from the school. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t a lack of understanding that earned him this grade but he didn’t like the idea that he allowed himself to get distracted. In his defence, with the school play being set up and the commotion it created among the other students, it was becoming hard to focus on anything else.

Also, these rehearsals with Candy…

He probably should’ve focused on school work but he was too glad she asked his help to decline. And it was worth it because during that time he spent with her, it was as if his concerns were suddenly far away and these suffocating thoughts which filled his mind on a daily basis faded to the sound of her cristalline laugh. He quietly smiled as he thought back at her reaction when she received her grade too. And how her and Alexy beside her, who probably didn’t do a much better job than hers, let out a sour laugh and some snarky comments. 

Had she been distracted too ? And was it by their rehearsals ? Or was it just Nathaniel hoping that, whatever relationship they had, it wasn't only one sided ? The way she smiled and looked at him when it was only the both of them... It had to mean something, right ?

He stopped this thought from flourishing in his mind, ignoring that his pulse got quicker and ignoring the knot forming in his stomach as he entered the library.

He began to pace the shelves, looking for the said book, without success. ‘It’s really my day’ he ironically thought. As he was ready to leave, empty handed, he noticed someone sitting in an isolated corner.

Candy, with the book wide open in front of her, staring at it as if trying to decipher something. Her confused look amused Nathaniel. « Is it that bad ? » he asked as he walked toward her.

« Don’t make fun of me... You'd probably be surprised to know that The Cold War isn't really my cup of tea. Mr Faraize could tell you so... » she replied, grimacing. 

Nathaniel let out a soft laugh at her expression. «I think we were a lot to got it wrong on that test..." he said thinking it’d reassure her. She looked up at him with a puzzled look. He instantly regretted saying this. He did not want to complain about his grade knowing that she wouldn't find it bad at all. He knew what it’d look like and he didn’t want her to think of him like that. Like this grade-obsessed nerd everyone seemed to see him as. He hated it.

"Also, I didn’t expect  to see you here so late in fact. » he added, hoping to change the topic.

« Well me neither ! But I guess that I should get used to the idea that you never leave this school » she laughed. As much as he liked her laugh, Nathaniel couldn’t help but feel saddened by her remark.

Oh, if only she knew. 

« I was actually looking for this. » he said pointing at the book. « Mr Faraize talked about it so I thought I’d give it a look ».

« What a perfect student ! I’ll be honest, I don’t get everything that’s in it but given my grade, I’ll better keep digging into it » she said lightly. Visibly, she wasn’t upset about her grade. Nathaniel thought that she was lucky. She’ll probably not receive a sermon about it when she gets home. He simply nodded, ready to head out when she called him before he got to. 

«  I mean, if you really need it, we can share it. If you want… »

It was like his body made a decision before his mind got to react and before he knew it, he was drawing a chair next to Candy. They sat together and she placed the book in front of him, turning the pages to go back at the beginning of the chapter. He started to read it but he could feel her eyes detailing him and at this moment, he wished nothing more than to be a mind-reader.

Time was quickly passing by and neither of them seemed to actually notice it. Studying was often interrupted by some random comment on Candy's side and Nathaniel would just jokingly roll his eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

Nathaniel thought that Candy was a terrible study-buddy as she was not as serious as she should've been but he also had to admit that she was the best one he ever had.

For the simple reason that she made him smile, she made him laugh. And the most astonishing part was that she didn't even look like she was trying to. She made his heart feel lighter by simply being around and Nathaniel was delighted by this unfamiliar feeling. 

He also liked how she leaned toward him as he tried to explain to her the notions she didn't really catch on on her own. He felt useful and despite him, he liked how she looked at him as if he was the smartest person in the world. It made him feel good, feel enough, and it was something he almost forgot the feeling of.

Sometimes as she was writing down his instructions, his eyes would study the lines of her face, somehow lingering on her lips. Nathaniel thought that they seemed so soft, almost like ready to be kissed. He felt bashful and slightly ashamed to think about pressing his mouth against hers every time her face and his were separated by these few inches. He could swear that he saw her "sneakily" look at him too, probably thinking that he had his attention on something else as well. Yet, he didn't remember when was the last time his attention wasn't set on Candy.

This improvised revisions session concluded by them starting to talk about the play. He listened about how excited she was with a light heart and an attentive gaze. She looked pretty like that. She always looked pretty but even more when she was talking about things that were close to her heart.

Then, the moment where it was time to leave came. The duo arrived in front of the school gates, ready to separate when Nathaniel changed his mind. "I'll walk you home".

« Oh, it’s okay, you don’t have to » she answered him, lowering her face to hide her blushing cheeks. This sight made Nathaniel smile, amused.

"I insist. It's getting dark and I’d feel better knowing that you got home safe" She looked up to him with rosy cheeks. She'd often blush when they were hanging out together (and in all honesty, sometimes he would too). For example, just moments before, when they were studying and his hand had accidentally met hers in search of the shared book. She looked at him so strangely then, right before lowering her head as she had done it at this instant. He hoped that it wasn't that he was making her feel uncomfortable but this thought was interrupted by her voice. 

« Alright, let’s go then ! ».

The walk home was pleasant, both of them feeling playful as one willingly teased the other. Nathaniel managed to forget about his grade while he was laughing and for her part, Candy savoured this laughter that she guessed to be rare outside the school walls.

Arriving in front of her loft, they stopped. "Thank you for the walk home, it was really nice". She was blushing but he noticed that this time she kept her head high, looking him in the eyes. He gently smiled at her

"The pleasure is all mine. Good evening." . He only expected her to return him the greeting but she seemed hesitant. Nathaniel frowned his eyebrows, a bit confused. Before turning toward the loft's door, she quickly stepped in his direction and placed a quick kiss on his cheek whispering a shy 'good evening' and disappeared inside the building before he could find something to say.

He stayed a few seconds like this, baffled. And without realising it, a smile had made its way on his face.

He chuckled quietly and turned around heading toward his place, light headed and with a singular tingling feeling in the belly. 

By the time he arrived home, he had forgotten what was waiting for him there.

Despite this, he couldn't think about anything else than how good he felt. About how good these simple moments with Candy felt.

Alright so this isn't a headcanon but it's still a little something. Hope you enjoyed it and see y'all soon ! 💕

#mcl #mcl nathaniel #mclul #mclhsl #my candy love #my candy love nathaniel #nathaniel carello #amor doce nathaniel #amor doce #amour sucre #corazon de melon #mcl headcanons #mcl high school life #mcl hsl

[luffyrose]

Hold for the Prince - DPxDC Fic to Be

As a quick note before this, I was asking my sister for help naming this prompt/fic and before I could even finish speaking she had gone;

"Felix."

With such confidence that I will now have to somehow get the name in this fic at some point XD

ANYWAY, onto the snippet of the fic I promised for today while I get back on track with my writing overall!

~~~ TW; Death, heavily implied gore, and all the fun stuff that comes with vivisecting a teenager! ~~~

It had been going so well.

Sitting nervously at the table, Danny’s hands tightened, hidden from his parent’s worried few. He opened his mouth, it dry and only a choked noise came out before he shut it with an audible click.

“Baby, I know we say you can tell us anything...and...I know we haven’t been the most, no, we haven’t been very present in a while now. Jazz helped us see that recently. I digress, but you don’t need to tell us anything hunny.”

He could almost laugh at the pure love he could hear in her voice. A part of him had been so close, so so close, to giving up on them. Then Jazz finally got through to the two. Finally, they paused in their obsessive work to look back toward them. The Fenton parents’ had finally turned back to look at their children. Those two little kids who’d gotten so much bigger, so much older, as they ran after ghosts. It had been a shock for them both to truly see their children so big and the entire week after they’d ignored multiple ghosts in turn of being there for them.

They’d even begun to listen.

Danny’s shaking eyes slowly rolled sideways, meeting the cold stare of his mothers.

It was just a few words. He could just say it. Just get it over with. Looking down at the hand that slowly gripped his own, he stared at the familiar nail polish of his sister. She’d promised to protect him, even if their parents didn’t agree. He didn’t want her to ever have to make that choice, but the words and gentle rub on his back had sent him to tears the night before.

Raising his hand slowly, shaky, he tried to reach outward. Tears burned his eyes, a horrible feeling of suffocating enveloping his throat as he-

“Dann-o, we’re here for you buddy! You tell us when you’re ready!”

Maddie nodded with a gentle file along with her husband. She’d never wanted to become like her own father, so enveloped in his work he never truly was her father, and maybe it stung just a bit to think that her kids probably felt at least some of what she’d known as a child.

“Just like the ghosts. It was...a lapse in judgment to believe they were all mindless, though I still believe those like the Wisconsin ghost are beyond evil with the idea that they do have true emotions. Truly, what insane-”

A cough from Jazz had their mother falling silent, a slightly sheepish smile on her face as she dropped it, instead looking back fully at Danny.

“Mom...Dad...I’m-”

His hands shook. Even the gentle pressure of his sister’s hands in his didn’t prevent it.

“Do you, remember when I got the portal working?”

Jack tilted his head, a clear sign of confusion from their brilliant yet simple father. However, Maddie’s face paled. It had been a secret that he’d...died...but it was impossible to hide the symptoms it brought. Even if he could barely remember his mother sitting beside his bed with a gentle hand running through his head as the initial aftershocks wore off...

“I didn’t actually- I, um...”

The words just wouldn’t leave his throat, the choked feeling coming back tenfold from earlier. It seemed as though the meaning began to come across however, both of their parents were much more somber and worried as they glanced at one another. Looking quickly away, he could feel the temperature drop, the way his fingertips were coated with frost. Quickly letting go of Jazz’s hand, he clenched his hands together between his legs. Whether this went well or bad, he refused to let his lack of control over his own emotions harm his sister.

“It may have...um, killed me...”

Now the cold of the room wasn’t from his own ice, but the silence. His voice was weak, terrified sounding he knew, but he quickly fought the wavering of his voice and continued.

“The electricity and ectoplasm both killed me and saved me, and I was really really lucky to not just die or become a full ghost or-” his breath caught, stuttering as his panic took over “-I became what they call a Halfa, half human half ghost and then things just all happened and you all were-”

A hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to tense, closing his eyes tightly.

“Danny...I’m so so sorry.”

Snapping his eyes upward he found tears. Both his parents were crying. Shakily reaching up toward their face, his mom’s other hand gently took his own.

“We never- oh my god, Danny- we never even knew, never noticed...I’m so so sorry, how could you ever stay when-”

Her voice was wet with emotion, arms quickly wrapping around him, much larger ones joining quickly as well. All tension left him as he felt his own chest shake from a sob. Surprised at his own crying, he let his parents hug him, let their warmth, regret, and sorrow just envelop him. It was so much to feel it all at once, but everything felt so real. His fears were unfounded, his pain recognized...his anger rewarded. Danny felt almost wrong to find some joy in their sorrow, but it was easily overpowered by his own grief.

Things would get better.

-tried to reach for his mother. Her body slumped in a pool of her own blood. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t cry...he couldn’t even scream.

Things had been going so well.

His parents had accepted him and had worked with him and the ghosts. They had listened and they had changed. For once he could relax. Yet things didn’t stay peaceful. The Observants nagged at him to come to the zone, to do what very few things he was required as the Prince of Ghosts. It was only a week in the zone. Just one.

He never would have left if he’d known what would have happened...never would have asked Jazz to come home a few days after he returned.

White hair stuck wet from his own blood, tears, and vomit to his own head. Eyes and arms still desperately aimed toward his mother, he didn’t dare to look toward her hand...toward the one laying loose within it. Danny couldn’t look at both of them, not when he was the reason they were now dead.

The GIW had learned of him.

It was the day he was planning to return, happily parting with the ghosts who’d agreed to leave the town alone for a few weeks so the family could mend. Stepping through the portal he’d been met with so many white suits he’d nearly missed his tied-up parents behind them all. Shaky eyes met his mother’s own.

“Danny run-!”

The words were lost on the boy as something struck him, electricity soaring through his feigns as a scream involuntarily left his throat.

He’d woken later to so much pain. The scientist were nothing like the agents. They didn’t fear getting dirty with his blood, didn’t panic at even the slightest gore as they tore him apart from the inside out. Didn’t’ blink as they simply slit his throat to stop his screams of pain and fear. How they simply decided that once enough pain was dealt with physically, they would continue to experiment while causing emotional pain.

Silent sobs escaped his trembling body, the hands that had been present within his open chest for what he was sure was at least the past few months finally nearing his core.

His parents had been locked away so near yet so far from him, being used to cause him pain. They’d finally decided to see what death would cause. The pure sorrow and distress his core reverberated finally gave them more of an area to search. Danny couldn’t even care about the nearing hands, trying so desperately for any strength to reach his parents. He wanted to be with them. Even if it meant dying, he didn’t want to be alone.

“...If this is the react ...... would it’s ‘friends’ or ..... Fenton girl cause .... solid read?...”

In an instant, his mind became clear, time feeling so slow as everything just changed. The air was cold, and he no longer felt himself shaking, not even his eyes despite the blurriness of his tears still present. It took him far too long to realize he was no longer on the table, far longer to realize he wasn’t actually in control. His mind pulled in on itself, begging him to fall into the much more comforting darkness than the harsh reality around him.

“G̷̡̡͇͆͋R̷͇̻̹͒̓͌A̷̭͋Ḁ̷̰̈́̈̍A̶̯͂̽G̸͇̜̚ͅḢ̶̡͠ͅ”

The loud echoey roar almost pulled him right back from the void he was falling into, and yet he only felt a harsher tug, slipping fully away.

A bright symbol appeared hastily on every available screen within the large meeting room. Silence enveloped it as the shape changed into a video, no noise coming through yet, but clear ongoing destruction present just outside a small town. Nobody spoke while waiting for the audio to come through, yet nobody had been ready for it either.

“G̷̡̡͇͆͋A̷̭͋Ḁ̷̰̈́̈̍R̷͇̻̹͒̓͌A̷̭͋Ḣ̶̡͠ͅ”

The deafening sound had many covering their ears, horrified by it. As the roar ended, a single voice spoke, shaking in what everybody could tell was dawning horror. The words only sparked distress in many.

“Bloody hell, it’s crying-”

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I know that there's not really much DC present in this yet- BUT IT'S THERE! You could call this the prologue to the fic that it will one day become >:3c

As always I love hearing people thoughts or ideas so if you even just wanna say something small please do :D

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #ghost king danny #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jasmine fenton #dp #fenton family #I am remembering how much I hate trying to make sure I got the tags I need on these- #Local British man makes a semi-appearance #he was at the meeting for once and is horrified by the crying eldritch horror #especially because he can HEAR the sorrow and pain through a video

[jksprincess10]

Are we out of the woods 3. Camping

Summary : Your father is a dangerous man who has a lot of enemies. One day, you’re taken from your home by force to go to a safe cabin in the woods to be protected from an unknown danger by three of his men: Ironhead, Pope and Catfish. You’re not really a nature enjoyer, but in your boredom, you discover a new love for nature. You also get to know the men working for your dad and interest sparks between you and the mysterious and silent Francisco.

CW: canon-like violence, explicit smut, reader is kind of a princess at first, talks of divorce, drugs & alcohol, talks of addiction, slight age gap (reader in her mid 20s, frankie in his late 30s), jealousy, tension, frankie is a mess.

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The cabin slowly gets suffocating. The lack of news from your dad just tells you that you’ll be here for a while. You can’t believe you have to ask to go outside, but you bite the bullet, and you do.

The air is fresh on your face and you already feel better. Except that there’s Frankie, Santi and Will. Always there. Always following.

“You know, dad wouldn’t have put me somewhere where I risk anything. Do you guys really have to follow me everywhere? Especially the three of you. Feels a bit overkill.” You say as you keep walking, appreciating the cracking sounds of the leaves under your boots-clad feet.

“Can’t we appreciate the nature too?” Santiago asks with a teasing smirk.

You shrug.

“And we wanted to show you a few tips and tricks to survive in the wild.” Will justifies.

“Why not.”

And they spend the next hour doing just that; showing you how to start a fire with little, how to filter water, how to hunt. Granted, you’re very bad at it - especially the latter ; you can’t even catch a squirrel. And the boys are having a field trip laughing at you.

“Bet you wouldn’t even survive a night out in a tent.” Frankie laughs with the boys, his body folded in half.

“Yeah, you think so, Fish?” You respond abruptly, cheeks heating up with shame and anger. “Then, I’m sleeping in a tent tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” He’s serious now, his dark brown irises fixated on you with a challenge. “Then I’m staying in a tent with you to make sure you don’t cheat.” He extends his hand to you, and you take it, feeling his rough palm in yours. You try to grip it as hard as you can.

“Deal.”

So, there you are, after that stupid idea, trying to make yourself useful as Frankie builds the tent. The moon is already high in the sky and your chosen plot of land is lit with oil lamps. The last mosquitoes of the season were attracted to the light, and you were thankful it distracted them from eating you through your thick clothes.

You try to get a fire started and it takes about 100 tries until you see sparks coming out. You do your best to keep the fire going, and your face is lit by flames when Frankie is done putting the tent together.

“See? I’m not so terrible.” You say proudly.

“Yeah, if we forget that it took forever.”

Frankie sits beside you, and you look at him from the side, admiring the glimmer of the flame through his beautiful dark eyes.

“So, you’ve never been camping?”

“Nope. I like my comfort.”

“I could have guessed.” Frankie smirks.

You close your fist and hit his shoulder, but your punch is mostly absorbed by his thick black coat. The man simply laughs, and it’s so luminous that you don’t ever want to see him frown.

“What did you do before working for my dad?”  You ask, your eyes stuck to the flames.

“Military. Served for a few years. That’s where I met the boys. I was a pilot.”

“Then?”

“The rest isn’t really fun.” He sighs. “What would you do for work if you didn’t have your dad around?”

“I always wanted to write. I write, yeah… But my dad doesn’t really want me to put my name out there. Guessing it has to do with his business.” You make quotation marks with your fingers to accentuate the last word.

“Your father is a good man. He cares about you.” Frankie gets lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, wondering if he was a good man himself. “What kind of stories do you write?”

Your cheeks heat up. You’d rather not talk about your silly smutty romance novels. “You probably can’t read. So, why would you want to know?”

“You’re right, I’m not the greatest reader.” Frankie chuckles.

“You said you were a dad.” You affirm to change the subject. “How old are you?”

“Closer to 40 than 30.” He responds mysteriously.

So, you were maybe… 10 years younger than him.

“Thought you were 50 because of your musical taste.”

He rolls his eyes. “C’mon, let’s snuff the fire and go to sleep. I’m tired.” He extinguishes the fire and crawls into the tent first. You look away from the shape of his ass accentuated by skinny jeans that belonged to the 2010s. You follow suit and zip the tent behind you. The space is small and two sleeping bags barely fit. At least you won’t be cold… You unzip your coat and set it aside before you lay in the sleeping bag. Frankie does the same. His eyes are fixated on the tent’s roof, like he can see the shape of the moon beyond the canvas.

“Do you have a daughter or a son?”

Frankie sighs, like the question physically pains him. “A little girl. Isabella. I can’t see her though.” The only proof of her existence is a small photo in his wallet.

“Why?”

“Do you always ask so many goddamn questions?” He sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is extinguished like the fire. You close your eyes and try to go to sleep. You have to mentally block all the outside noise and remind yourself that you’re safe.  Your body is warm in the cocoon of your sleeping bag, and you snore lightly.

Frankie can’t sleep. Of course, you asked about his daughter. He had to remind himself that he didn’t owe you an explanation or a glimpse of his life. But fuck, did he want to let you in. He turns to the side and look at your blissful face, he even laughs quietly at the small snores coming out of your mouth. Part of him wants to hold you; the part of him that still longed for human warmth and some kind of affection. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest and closes his eyes.

You wake up to the first rays of the sun poking through the fabric of the tent, eager to go back to your comfortable bed after winning that bet. When you try to move to wake Frankie up, you realize you’re stuck. Strong arms were circling your waist, and you could feel the man’s warm breath on the back of your neck. You move slightly, even though you want to stay there. But Frankie kept pushing you away every time you tried to get closer to him, so surely, he didn’t really want to cuddle.

You escape his strong grasp and turn around to shake him.

“Frankie, come on, I won. Let’s go back inside.”

His eyes flutter open, and he groans at the sudden light of the day. He pulls the sleeping bag over his face.

“Great. Let me sleep.” He grumbles.

“Fine, let’s agree on a prize later.”

You crawl out of the tent, even though you want to stay in the cozy warmth of the tent.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fan fiction #frankie morales fics #triple frontier fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fics #triple frontier #frankie friday #awootw

[hyugaruma]

Helpless (Ice x Reader)

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re: ice can’t save you… no one can.

i love this man and genuinely don’t feel like i’ve done him justice here, but oh well have it anyway

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He knew he was doomed from the moment he saw you. That creeping feeling crawling up from his gut, settling thickly in his chest; he felt like he could suffocate. He felt helpless.

Who was Ice to be enamored by some woman? There were plenty to go around, and go around Funk Jungle they did. He had his fair share of them, could have pointed to just about any one of them and with one look had them back in his room within the hour. So why, why, did it feel like he’d been knocked back from the blast of an explosion when he first laid eyes on you? He wanted you, had to have you…

But he couldn’t. You belonged to Doubt.

Ranmaru and his goons had you tight within their clutches, one of their newest batch of kidnapped women and you being their lucky, shiny prize. They’d sell you for a pretty dollar to the highest bidder. Their cash cow. No, there was no way that Doubt would have given you up.

Ice considered it, greatly ruminated over it… just paying the damn fee. Anything to get you away from Doubt, even if you rejected him, fled entirely. He wouldn’t have blamed you. So long as you didn’t end up in the hands of some sick fuck whose plans weren’t something he even wanted to imagine. But, Ice held back. He knew how the others would look at him, how weak he’d look buying some woman off of Doubt, just to then attempt to woo her. How embarrassing. How pathetic. He couldn’t do it.

You sat on a black, leather sofa in the private quarters of Mighty Warriors’ nightclub, fiddling at a frayed piece of string coming from the hem of your skirt. Ice stood at the edge of the room, absentmindedly talking with 9, and although the room was filled with various members of Mighty and Doubt alike, he somehow found his eyes constantly wandering back to you. You looked meek, small. Like something in need of saving. Hell, he guessed you were in need of saving considering your position beneath Ranmaru’s power. Your eyes never left that string; it was like you were afraid to meet the gaze of someone, anyone else in that room who might take offense to your existence. Ice hardly noticed the way his grip tightened on the glass in his hand.

But 9 did. 9 quietly scoffed, but not without being caught by Ice. Ice’s gaze snapped to the older man, clearly expecting an answer to his sudden expression. 9 shook his head and looked towards you. That was when Ice knew he had made a mistake. He was making himself, his intrigue, too obvious. “That’s a bad choice,” 9 spoke, taking a sip of his drink and shaking his head again. The golden necklaces at his neck clinked together at the movement. “Ranmaru ain’t gonna let you have that one, Ice.”

Ice took a small, inconsequential sip of his own drink. The bitterness of the alcohol burned his tongue, scorched his throat, but it was a much needed reprieve from the way he was feeling at the moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

9 leaned back against the railing behind the two of them and shrugged. “I’m just telling you how it is, man.”

“I’m not looking to have her,” Ice replied.

“Okay.” 9 clearly wasn’t convinced.

Ice couldn’t help himself. He found his eyes slowly navigating back in your direction, like their only solace was when on you. This time, though, you were looking back at him.

9, exceptionally observant, took note of this mutual perception. “I wouldn’t—,” 9 tried to warn Ice, but Ice was already halfway towards you before he could finish his sentence. 9 sighed, took another swig, and decided to watch how things played out.

Your gaze snapped back down to the string, that damn string, before Ice even made it to stand before you. He stopped, hardly a foot away, greatly considering his next choice of action. You kept your eyes cast downward, clearly trying to avoid the man standing just front of you. But now, finally standing right within your presence, Ice felt he had no choice but to do something. So, he took a seat next to you on the couch.

You tensed noticeably. Ice cleared his throat, trying to garner even an ounce of your attention just once more. He could tell you were holding back, trying to spare yourself from even the slightest bit of arduous extenuation. Though, ultimately, you couldn’t help but to look up and find his eyes again.

Ice rattled his brain trying to think of something, anything to say. He was in it now. He had made his advance. Even if all he did was take a seat next to you, it was obvious enough why a man would choose to suddenly approach a woman like so. Anyone in the room could’ve seen it. He had sold himself out. But, looking at you, in the moment he didn’t really care.

The silence was thick. Palpable. Nerve-wracking. Finally, Ice realized that he had to say something. So, he held up his drink in gesture. “You want anything?”

You looked to the glass, brows knitting together, clearly none too trustful of anything anyone within that room could have said or done. Ice included. He guessed he couldn’t blame you there. “A… drink?” You clarified.

He nodded.

You slowly shook your head. There was no way you could have trusted any semblance of niceties by anyone within that room. Even if Mighty Warriors, if Ice, had nothing to do with your being there, they still occasionally worked with Doubt. Though, you seemingly couldn’t help the tension that slowly dissipated from your shoulders. At the very least, it was the first kind gesture you had received since your kidnapping…

Ice nodded in understanding, taking one last sip of his drink before sliding it onto the coffee table and leaning back to make himself comfortable on the couch. His eyes left you, less than willingly, to scan the room. To be sure no one was taking too kindly to the sight of him and you. 9 was indiscreetly watching, though that was to be expected. 9 had always been someone that Ice felt he could trust, so he felt no fret at the onlooker. Everyone else seemed to be within their own realms of conversation, flirtation, discussion, what have you… That is, everyone except one.

Takano. The very culprit behind your nabbing, his lecherous, beady eyes resting dutifully on Ice and you. Watching every movement, searching out every word. Ice knew. He knew that Takano was vying for even the slightest hint to Ice’s motives.

“Um…” came your voice, and Ice’s attention instantly snapped back to you. Regardless, though, he could still feel those beady eyes boring into the back of his skull. But, there was no way that Ice could relent even the slightest bit of attention that you were willing to give him. His eyes implored you to keep going. So you did. “You’re… Ice, right?”

He couldn’t help the small smile that ticked at his lips. The fact that you knew him, knew his face, knew his name. He could still feel Takano’s eyes. “The one and only.”

He thought he saw the ghost of a smile threatening your own lips, though it was gone in an instant the second you realized its potential existence. Smiling while in your position was risky. One whiff would have given Doubt the only reason it needed to wipe that smile off your face.

It was then that Ice realized he hadn’t the slightest clue as to your name. Hell, no one within the room probably did. And wherever Ranmaru was, he probably didn’t know either. There was little reason for Doubt to ask your name. To them you were just a face, body, and price tag. So, Ice figured that first thing’s first… “What’s yours?”

“Huh?” You replied.

“Your name,” he iterated. “What’s your name?”

You hesitated. He could see the worries swimming through your head, as if giving up your name was giving up the last bit of freedom that you had. But, ultimately, your curiosity of the man before you won out over any reluctance. So, you told him your name.

Ice repeated your name back aloud, feeling the way it moved from the back of his tongue to its escape through his lips. It came out a bit too smoothly, Ice thought, like he was meant to be the one saying your name. Those were dangerous thoughts, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. He smiled again, this time unable to withhold it. “I like that name.”

And you, just as well, just as dangerous, couldn’t find yourself to hold your own small smile back either. Finally, your fingers stopped fiddling with that string from your skirt. “Actually,” you ventured shyly. “I’ve been here before. I have a friend… she brought me here once.”

“Yeah?” Ice waited for you to continue. If he could have had any wish in that moment (other than the obvious), he would have wished to hear you talk forever. Something about it, hearing your voice, soft like satin, brought a wave of calm over him. It was like it was just the two of you in that room. Ice glanced back over his shoulder to see if the onlooker was still watching. Takano was gone.

“Yeah,” you continued, wrapping your arms around your chest as if to repress something. Good memories that would only serve to make your current circumstances all that much more bleak, probably. “It was fun. This felt like an easy place to have fun.”

Ice couldn’t help the way his eyes darted down to your lips as you gently chewed at your bottom one, before forcing them back up to your all-too-earnest eyes. “That’s what I want this place to be,” he said. “No worries, no problems. Just being in the moment, you know?” Ice almost smacked himself the moment the words left his lips. Who was he to preach ‘no worries, no problems’ to you when your very being there was the definition of a worry and a problem.

But still, you smiled and nodded nonetheless. “I know exactly what you mean. It’s nice to have a place like that to go. Some people don’t have that.” Your face fell slightly, tinged by sadness as you tightened your arms bounding your chest. Like you were trying to squeeze all the fear away. He could tell you wanted to go on, but maybe weren’t quite sure how to say what you wanted to say. You finally continued, though your eyes were now fixed on your lap. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

You paused, like the words were stuck. He waited patiently. “Why… Why are you working with Doubt?”

Ice didn’t know how to answer that. Well, at the very least he knew the answer to the question. Although ‘money’ didn’t seem like the appropriate response, even if it was the correct one. He knew he needed to answer you, he just couldn’t. So he didn’t.

You waited for him to answer, but when you realized it wasn’t coming, you looked back up to him. Like you were trying to search for the truth somewhere within his cool silence. Like maybe, if you looked hard enough, the words would appear out of thin air.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to try again, the door behind Ice that led into the private room flew open with a bang. He didn’t even have to turn around to know. The look on your face told him everything. Within an instant, your fingers began grasping at that skirt string again.

“Oi,” came the newcomer’s taut voice. A voice all too recognizable. Daunting and acrimonious to a fault. Ice didn’t have to look to know exactly who it was. Ranmaru.

Ranmaru gave a quick, commanding nod in gesture, beckoning you to his side without another word. No other words were needed, because you had no choice.

Ice’s eyes never left you. Watched as your eyebrows knotted together, as the corner of your lips turned downwards, the way you thickly swallowed the words in which you were about to say back down. Too afraid to move, but knowing that you had to. Like a rabbit trapped in a snare that was Ranmaru’s authority.

You willfully looked back to Ice, silently begging. Begging. He knew what for. To step in, to save you.

But he couldn’t.

The chatter within the room had silenced, and everyone’s eyes were on the two of you. Expectant. Like watching the dramatization of a play unfold right before their very eyes, so distanced to the scene before them.

“Ice—,” you tried, but Ranmaru’s voice came cutting through once more.

“Let’s go,” Ranmaru said.

You waited for something, anything, some kind of miracle or selfless gesture from the man before you. Anything that would save you from being forced to follow in the footsteps of the tyrant of a man.

But the help never came.

You stood, oh-so-reluctantly, from your seat and gave Ice one last small smile. And from that smile, he understood so much more than you could have ever said.

And with that, you walked towards the entryway and followed Ranmaru from the room. The door closed loudly behind you. You were gone.

The conversation within the room slowly reestablished itself in the newly formed absence. Though, it was hushed, like it was cautious to startle the tenseness left behind.

Ice grabbed his drink from the table and leaned back against the spine of the couch. He felt as if its plush cushions could consume him, devour him whole and leave behind a wake of nothing. He took a sip of the drink. It didn’t even burn anymore. He looked up, glazing over the sea of people. They had all gone back to prior business, without even a semblance of attention on him. Except one.

9 shot Ice a sympathetic look.

Ice took another sip, a significantly greater one. If only the alcohol could wash that stupid, nagging feeling away.

If only he weren’t so goddamn helpless.

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[saphirered]

Fall For Me: Chapter 2

//Summary: After the stranger came crashing through the canopy you against better judgement dragged him home to tend to his injuries. You’re beginning to think this may have been a bad idea but for some reason you can’t just let him get himself killed. 

Azriel awakes to a strong herbal and firewood smell. ‘Awakes’ is a strong word. He’s more aware of his surroundings. He still feels like shit, more so than before. He’s had worse but in those cases he also benefitted from a good healer or a kind carer. He had neither now. He notes he’s no longer face down in the soil. Nor is he on the cold stone of a prison cell. He doesn’t know where the hell he is. The surface is soft, and instead of dirt his face rests against a pillow, turned just to the side so he doesn’t suffocate. It doesn’t really add up. Some grinding sound he thought first was just in his head apparently is not his brain attempting to leak out of his ears and nose but someone using a pestle and mortar to grind down something solid. He mumbles some curses though even he can tell they’re far less coherent than his mind had hoped they’d be. Either way, the sound stops. A few second pass and something pokes at the top of his shoulder. He ignores it. It happens again. 

“Come on. I know you’re awake.” You speak. He pushes himself up far too quickly. His body protests and aches as he reaches for his weapons and raises his blade in defence. The sudden movement really did a number on him as darkness creeps in on the edges of his vision but he shakes his head to shake it off, to no avail. There he sees you; you’re still dressed the same minus the cloak you’d worn. Your attire of earth tones contrasted just a little more within this chamber. Your eyes are wide, like an animal meeting the eye of the hunter and you stumble backwards, to put distance between the two of you. Your breathing has picked up and he almost misses you reaching for the butcher’s knife on the table next to you. He notes you did not make a single sound. 

“Who are you? Where am I?” He demands but you’re to busy to find a quick and harmless way out. He doesn’t lower the knife and you hardly think someone still high on adrenaline and blood loss is going to make the best decisions right now. He takes a shaky step forward and you see you’ll have a solid shot at making it just past him to the window and through before he can even get close. 

“I’m no one.” You circle around towards the window step by step. “You’re twelve miles out from the capital. Please just put down the knife.” The one you had taken you held low along your side so it wouldn’t be marked offensive or perhaps even noticed at all, though the latter seems unlikely. 

“Why did you bring me here?” Another demand. Azriel needs answers. Only twelve miles. That’s not enough. They’ll be on his trail soon and he’ll have to move quickly. He can’t stay here. 

“You fell from the sky. You were hurt. If I didn’t stop the poison from spreading, you’d likely still be out there paralysed at worst, unconscious at best. Whoever did that to you, would have found you by now.” So that’s why the arrow wounds are burning so much, not because of the poison but because of the antidote. You hadn’t tended to other injuries that was clear and Azriel is glad for it. He has no reason to trust you. You’ve surely got no reason to trust him. 

“How far away?” He lowers the blade just slightly but still keeps it interposed. You’re at the window now, back turned to it. You turn the key slowly, as quietly as you can. 

“Three miles south.” You answer. Azriel curses and attempts to reach behind himself. You’re about ready to twist the key the last of the way when you think he might be reaching for another weapon but when you see him grimace and bite his tongue seemingly putting an awful lot of force on whatever he grasps onto you realise it’s one of the broken arrows. “Have you gone mental?” You find yourself all but shouting. 

“I need to get out of here. I can’t exactly do that with some arrows in my back.” He speaks through gritted teeth. You can hear the skin tearing. 

“Did no one ever teach you you should leave the arrow in until you get to a healer?” 

“I can fix myself!” The arrow comes free and he discards it on the floor. It’s soaked in blood and you can only imagine what the wound must look like given the barbed head. You cringe and feel a phantom pain you can’t quite describe but you know you’d rather not feel it again. 

“You can’t do shit in a state like this!” He tries to reach for the other one but can’t quite get a grasp on it right and pulls it at an angle. It nestles deeper and he muffles his pain. You watch him sway a little. Every instinct within you tells you to get out and run as far as your legs will carry you but then what? Another part of you, urges you to help him. He falls to his knees and the halfway twisted key remains like that. You drop the butchers knife back on the table and catch him before he can fall further. You lift him back onto the bed and manage to catch a glimpse at the fresh wound. It looks about as bad as you thought it would. That phantom pain pulses at the acknowledgement. The shadows coil around him and instead of pushing you away like they did before, they push you towards him. What the hell is up with these shadows? 

“Look what you did. You made it worse. You’d be lucky if you could raise your wing at all in the next five minutes.” Okay maybe Azriel isn’t as sound of mind as he normally is but he has to get out of here. He’s got an hour at best by his estimation. He can’t just stay here. 

“And you are a healer?” You managed to remedy the poison. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched of a thought you could do more than that.

“I’m a scholar.” Well there go his hopes. 

“A scholar in the middle of nowhere?” 

“I prefer my solitude.” There so much to unpack right there and while something within Azriel wants to find out, something he brushes off as curiosity through survival instincts, he can’t linger. “But I can heal. To an extend.” 

“Patch me up so I can get out of here and I’ll give you whatever you want.” He offers but you do not even seem to consider his offer. 

“Given the looks of this, if I don’t stop this bleeding with the next fifteen minutes I’ll be a whole lot closer to having a body to bury instead.” Not much more convincing necessary. He wants to get out fast, which to you clearly means whoever is after him, he believes to still be on his tail which means they might eventually find their way here. It’ll be a much more difficult to get rid of a body in that time frame than it is to hiding a living creature. At least, for you. 

“Just get to work.” 

“And they said I had terrible bedside manners.” You mumble as you begin gathering the supplies necessary to deal with these injuries. Your hands were shaking until you actually held the tools. From thereon they were as steady as a healer’s. You can do this, and once he’s fixed you can send him on his way without that strange feeling coiling in your stomach. Why do you care if he gets himself captured or killed? You have no attachment to him. He’s just a stranger. You’re doing this for you. Once he’s gone, you can go back to your quiet life. 

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Carry On

Chapter 10

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: A little dash of angst, some pain, some fluff too, multiple view points

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67​​​ Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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Dean’s POV:

Dean grunted deeply as he forced himself to lift his feet and take a step rather than drag his left side as he made his way down the hallway, one had firmly planted on the wall, bracing himself, the other on his chest where he still felt like there was something stabbing him every time, he got up to walk, or took a deep breath. 

The night before had been a bad one. He had not really slept at all. He couldn’t get comfortable, even in his own bed, surrounded by his things, Miracle sleeping at his feet and Y/N by his side. Every way he laid hurt, every time he closed his eyes, he could still see that goddamn barn, and that mask those vamps were wearing. He could still feel the blood rushing into his lungs and the painful, suffocating feeling of panic as it set in that this was it, he wasn’t gonna walk away from this hunt. 

After the majority of the night lying flat on his back in pain, he decided to get up and walk up and down the hallway while she slept, in hopes that it would tire him out enough that he could get some sleep, and also keep him from waking her up with his constant moving. 

He knew that if she caught him, she’d be furious. He knew that getting up and walking by himself was stupid. Still, he wouldn’t be a Winchester if he wasn’t a stubborn Son-Of-A-Bitch. Also, she looked so peaceful curled up there on her side facing him as she slept, and he wanted more than anything to scoop her up and hold her; but physically he couldn’t, and it was eating him up inside. 

“Dean!” came a whisper yell in the voice of Sam Winchester behind him, and Dean flinched as he heard Sam’s pace quicken as he came rushing up behind him to support him just as he started to slide down the wall he was holding onto. “What the fuck are you doing?! Where’s Y/N?!”

“Asleep,” Dean groaned as he placed his weight against his brother, taking the pressure off of his back and chest, “I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake her up, so I thought I’d try walking around some.”

It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was the truth, and that’s all Sam was gonna get out of Dean. Sammy or Y/N didn’t need to know how badly he was struggling. That was his cross to bear, not theirs. They’d been through enough, especially Y/N. 

“You’re gonna end up back in the hospital!” Sam scolded as they rounded the corner and slowly made their way towards his bedroom where he knew he was in for it, because surely Sam would tell Y/N everything as soon as the bedroom door opened. “The doctor said to stay off your feet as much as possible until you get ready to start physical therapy.”

“Yeah, well fuck him, and fuck physical therapy, I can do it on my own, I don’t need them.”

Sam growled in aggravation, but that was a conversation he would save for when Dean wasn’t around with Y/N. Whether Dean liked it or not, he was gonna have to do physical therapy; Sam wasn’t gonna let this go. 

“You know, you’re just as stubborn as Dad was,” Sam argued, “Y/N has been through enough with your stubborn ass. The least you could do is do what the fucking doctor said do to, so that you don’t end up doing real damage and putting her through more shit, because for some ungodly reason, she likes your dumb ass.”

Dean knew he was right, but also Dean wished that Y/N didn’t like him, and that he didn’t like her. Being bound to a cripple was not what she deserved at all;  most of the time he wished he was man enough to run her off so that she could go and live a fulfilling life that wasn’t tied down to him, someone that couldn’t even be a man to her. But he was weak, and he needed her worse than he needed oxygen, and he didn’t want to hurt her or upset her more by ending up dead or back in the ICU; so he just kept his trap shut as Sam came to a stop in front of his bedroom door. 

“Now,” Sam said, with his hand on the door frame, “If I put you back in here, are you gonna stay here?”

“Yes mom,” he retorted, and Sam narrowed his eyes as his brother before he pushed the door open slowly, deciding to keep his commentary to himself. 

Y/N POV:

Y/N was awakened with a jolt at the sound of the bedroom door opening, and  light flooding the room from the hallway outside. At first, she was confused, really confused; she immediately reached for the left side of her where Dean had been laying when she’d fallen asleep sometime that night between Dean’s fidgeting, and her own racing mind. She found it cold and empty, which; if she was being earnest, was the jolt to her brain that made her sit up in bed, and her eyes fly open against the assailing light that flooded the room to focus on the two, overly tall men standing in the doorway, one clearly supporting the weight of the other. 

“Dean!” she yelled as she kicked the covers off of her, and scrambled out of bed to take the load from Sam onto her own shoulders and walk Dean towards the bed. 

“I found him wandering the hallway,” Sam announced as he rushed to help Y/N get Dean back onto the bed. Dean said nothing, he just kept his head down; his jaw locked in frustration at the whole mess. 

“What the hell were you thinking Dean?” Y/N scolded as she checked him over once Sam turned the lamp on in the room. “If you needed to get up you could have just woke me up, and I would have helped you!”

“You were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you up for you to just be miserable with me,” Dean answered, and again, it wasn’t totally a lie, he really didn’t want to wake her up just for her to sit there and watch him be miserable. 

Y/N huffed as she tried to reel in her emotions and keep from screaming at him. It was clear from the tense, defeated look on his face yelling at him was not what he needed in that moment;  there would be a time for chastising him for getting out of bed and wandering the halls on his own later, but this was not the time. Besides, he seemed no worse for the wear other than being a little winded. So it’s not like he did any real damage, even though he wasn’t supposed to go and do that. 

“I’ll go and make some coffee and bring it back to you guys,” Sam offered, “Then I’ll get us some breakfast going.”

“I want real bacon Sammy, not that turkey shit you eat,” Dean yelled and Sam waved him off as Dean mumbled under his breath, something about hospital food being better than that crap, but Y/N did ask, because honestly she didn’t mind the healthy eating alternatives, even if most of them did repulse Dean. 

Y/N waited until Sam was out of sight before she went back to doing an overview of Dean; making sure he wasn’t bleeding anywhere, and that he seemed to be catching his breath from the journey back to the room She was greatly relieved to find that everything seemed to be okay this time, but had Sam not found him, well, she really didn’t want to think about what might have happened. 

“I’m okay Baby,” Dean insisted, whining as he tried to find a more comfortable position on the bed. 

“I don’t care if I’m dead fucking alseep Dean, if you need to get up, just get me and I will get up with you. We can always nap later if we get tired.”

Dean worried his lower lip with his perfect white teeth, and nodded, losing the energy to argue with her or anyone else.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a moment with a grimace, “I just… I couldn’t get comfortable, and you were asleep, and— I’m sorry, next time I will wake you or Sam. I didn’t mean to cause drama before the sun even really came up.”

He was frustrated, Y/N could see it. Honestly, she didn’t blame him for being frustrated. He went from doing whatever he wanted to do, a hunter, healthy, virtually happy; to having to ask for help just to get to the bathroom, and that would be frustrating for anyone. 

“You’re a grown man Dean,” Y/N said, pulling the covers back so that she could slide into the bed next to him, “You don’t have to apologize for something as simple as getting out of bed and walking around. But I do want you to be careful and not set yourself back, okay?”

“Okay,” he relented. 

Y/N bit the inside of her check and had to look away from him to stop the rushing flood of emotions that kicked her in the gut. She felt as if she was scolding him, and she really didn’t want to scold a grown ass man. 

Before she could open her mouth and say anything, Dean groaned dramatically as he grabbed hold of the comforter, and rolled himself onto his side, stunning her into momentary silence. 

“Dean,” she finally breathed as she hurried to sit up to help him, and he just shook his head and pulled her back down, “It’s okay, I did that on purpose, I want to lay like this, I’m okay.”

She stuttered to argue with him, that he had to be in pain laying there on his side like that, but he pulled her down into his chest, and tucked his arm around, and the argument died somewhere in her throat. 

“Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?” she worried, but Dean just shook his head no. 

“It was a little uncomfortable at first,” he admitted after a while, “but it’s ebbing away now; it’s not so bad.”

Y/N tucked herself into him, supporting some of his weight so that all of the pressure wasn’t completely on his side, and Dean signed deeply as he allowed himself to relax, his fingers trailing up and down her back in random patterns. It was the most relaxed he’d been since before he’d gotten hurt, and honestly, if she wasn’t awake and he wasn’t afraid she’d call him a pussy, he probably would have started to cry, but he felt like he’d done more than enough of that last night while she slept next to him. 

“You know, I’ve wanted to lay here like this with you since I woke up,” he admitted, placing his lips to the top of her hair and making her heart flutter out of her chest and around the room. 

“Well, I’m all yours, we can stay here just like this all day if that’s what you want,” she assured him; he hummed as he nuzzled himself in her hair.  Soon his breathing started to even out, and sleep started to take its hold on him after one very long night battling to obtain it. 

Y/N's arm reached around, tracing the exposed skin of his lower back and hip. She wasn’t lying to him, even though he was clearly asleep now, she would have gladly laid right here with him, just like this, as long as he wanted; because it had been a long fucking time since she had felt that safe, and she’d never felt that at home. Ever. 

The door clicked open behind her and light flooded the room as Sam appeared with two cups of coffee in his hands, and Y/N turned her head slightly to see him, but not wake Dean, who had started to snore slightly next to her. 

“Oh shit, is he okay?” he whispered, sitting Y/N’s cup of coffee on the nightstand next to the bed. 

“Yeah, he’s out,” she said, “I don’t think he slept much last night.”

“Well, he looks pretty content right now, so I’ll just leave you guys to it, and I’ll bring him another cup of coffee when he wakes up, if you need anything just text me, I’ll be in the library.”

“Thanks Sam,” Y/N whispered as Sam closed the door, and Y/N tucked the covers around Dean the best that she could in the position they were in. 

Tomorrow would start the first day of physical therapy, but today, she’d just enjoy this with him; they both deserved that much.

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solace [masky / hoodie x reader] — chapter vi.

Waking up in an unfamiliar room, you find yourself bound and incapacitated. You’re at the mercy of your captors, a duo of masked men, and they both want something from you.

author's note: this fanfiction will contain explicit content, including rape/non-con, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

<- previous chapter

Slowly, your eyelids fluttered open. Dawn must have already arrived and passed, and you were left to wonder what happened during those hours in between. The sun was visible, floating high up in the sky from outside a window which you gazed through. A window which you lacked any recognition towards. It wasn’t yours. A window which must’ve, then, belonged to someone else. You were in someone else’s home. A place that was unfamiliar to you.

As you came to that conclusion, you felt a chill slowly run down your spine, causing you to shiver. Your heart froze in your chest before its weight plummeted into your guts.

Taking in your surroundings, you found that you were still fully clothed (thankfully.) However, your arms were bound behind your back by something that felt akin to rope. Twisting your wrists, you noticed that the bindings were tight, and you were glad then to have been wearing a sweater; likely, they’d be digging into your skin otherwise. Covering your mouth was a thick layer of duct tape, effectively preventing you from using your voice. You were positioned lying down on a hardwood floor, a wooden chair hovering over your head. From where you were, you could make out a closet, a neatly done bed, a bedside drawer, and a desk with an accompanying chair, although it was plush and velvety, unlike the barren one that stood over you. The room appeared ordinary, so much so that it could’ve been anyone’s bedroom. You wouldn’t have ever expected to be taken hostage in a place like this. Not that you had ever expected to be kidnapped in general, but you still had always assumed kidnappings occurred in some sort of abandoned, creepy, dusty cabin, not your average family home. Which this appeared to be.

Before you could further analyze your situation or wonder what the strange vision, hallucination, or dream you had was, you began to hear voices from outside the room. You immediately snapped your head towards the sound, directing your focus to make out what they were saying.

“She should be awake by now,” a voice spoke, “and if not, we can wake her up.”

“Sure. So, what’d the Operator say about who babysits her?” a second, gruffer voice asked. You had no clue who the Operator they were mentioning was, and the only clue you had for it was that it was possibly the tall, faceless man.

“The Operator said we’ll be taking turns. The room is now for the purpose of keeping her, and we’ll be alternating between who watches over her,” the first voice answered. By the way that they spoke, you concluded that they were planning to keep you here for a fair amount of time. Just how long, you didn’t know. You didn’t really know anything about this situation, only that it was likely very, very bad. Your heart trembled in your chest, and beads of sweat began collecting on your forehead. You were starting to find breathing difficult, both due to your panicked state and the duct tape that covered your mouth. You felt as if you were slowly beginning to suffocate behind the heavy tape.

“Sounds like a blast,” the second voice spoke out, sarcasm heavy in his tone. You could already sense the hostility emanating from him, far more so than you felt with the other voice. “And the information we want?”

What information could they possibly want from you? None of this made any sense. You were just a first-year university student; there was no way you would have any helpful information for them. Indeed, there had to have been a mistake.

“What do you think we’ll be doing when we watch over her?” the first voice responded with a rhetorical question, one that seemed promising of harm.

The second rebutted with a challenging tone. “You seem confident that she won’t crack right away.”

“It’s sensitive information. It’s best we assume the worst,” the first explained, and after he finished his sentence, you could hear the soft jingle of keys and the creak of the doorknob turning, the door now wide open. You felt your heartbeat accelerate as you watched the two men walk in.

“Look at that, our sleeping beauty’s woken up.”

You could now put the voices to their faces. Or, at the very least, their figures. The crass, sarcastic tone of the second voice corresponded to the shorter of the two, dressed in a tawny brown sweater, and covering his face was a mannequin-like mask with black painted features. The other was wearing a yellow hoodie and jeans, complete with a black cloth mask with crude red stitches in the semblance of a sad face emoticon.

The hooded man then spoke, not in response to the masked man, but instead, his words were directed toward you.

“I am going to take the tape off your mouth. Hold still,” he instructed as he walked over to your laid-down form, crouching down. While his fingers were busy finding a grip on the corners of the tape, the masked man began walking towards you as well, stopping right where his partner was crouched down. He tilted his head down towards you and, in a menacing tone, said,

“Listen up, when my partner here takes the tape off, I’d advise you not to scream. I’ll just say this now, but this house isn’t located near any other people, so you can scream all you want and nobody will hear you. But it will piss me off. And for your own good, I’d avoid that.”

His words alone were enough to instill fear in you, causing you to quickly nod, showing that you understood what he was saying. As the hooded man peeled off the edges of the tape, he pinched the edge and promptly tore the tape off your face. You let out a whine of pain, feeling the pins and needles sensation across your lips and mouth area. It stung.

“Now that’s a lovely sound,” the masked man snickered.

Now that you had regained your ability to speak, you blurted out the first question on your mind.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Your question elicited a loud snort from the masked man, who was quickly beginning to irritate you, although you were in no position to do anything about it. Not only was he a threat, but he was also nonstop taunting you, and if you weren’t so terrified, you’d be enraged.

“You’re not in any position to ask questions, sweetheart. That’s what we’re here to do. Partner, why don’t you sit our little guest up?”

The hooded man followed the instructions, lifting you up to sit you on the chair. It was an improvement from the floor, but not by much—your limbs were still tied, and you were still incapacitated.

As soon as you were sat down, the masked man bent over slightly, bringing his face to the same height as yours, your eyes meeting the painted black spots serving as his. Before your eyes could even process it, you felt the sharp impact of a slap across your cheek, whipping your face to the other side, your eyes widening in shock, a gasp of pain escaping your lips. You heard the hooded man growl in frustration at that, and while you were unsure what exactly he was upset over, you were sure you didn’t want to see either of them upset. Just the masked man’s standard attitude and actions were enough to prove that.

“H-Hood, Hoodie—” you squeaked, stammering out of sheer fear. You weren’t sure what to refer to them as, and the first thing that came to your mind in your panicked state was what you initially recognized about them. The one you called Hoodie paused, seemingly unsure of how to respond. However, the masked man didn’t seem to be hindered as he quickly cupped your cheek, warm and still burning from the impact. Stroking your cheek with a mocking gentleness, he brought his hand to your chin, then tilted your face up to look at his own before asking, “Hoodie, huh? What a cute nickname. Why don’t you give me one too, princess, and spare me the trouble of having to think of something?”

The information you gathered from his words made you conclude that they were both genuinely trying to hide their names from you. You supposed that it only made sense; you wouldn’t want your kidnapped victim knowing your real name and being able to possibly identify you. That meant they might let you go at some point, or at least you hoped so. However, you didn’t have time to think much about that—you had a nickname to give. But you weren’t sure what to call them, and you didn’t want to risk angering this man; the still stinging pain in your face reminded you clearly of that.

“Princess, I’m not waiting for the grass to grow,” he hissed, and you whimpered, silently pleading for anyone, anything, to spare you from his wrath. A plea unheard and ignored.

“Mask... Masky...?” you stuttered, trying to think of a name along the same lines as the other. Masky cackled, cocking his head curiously to the side.

“Masky, huh?” he said. “That’s cute. Let’s go with it, what do you think, Hoodie?”

“I don’t mind,” Hoodie replied.

I’ve given my kidnappers nicknames, you thought. Just what the fuck has my life come to?

“Let’s get back to business,” Masky stated, and you gulped. “We have a couple of questions for you. If you answer them, we’ll let you go. Easy, right?”

Perhaps it would be easy if you did actually have the information he wanted. There was nothing you could think of that you’d hide from him if it meant exchanging your freedom and escaping from this situation. You meekly nodded at him.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Hoodie asked, and you shook your head no.

“I-I have no idea. Why am I here?” you inquired, and then before you could help it, you blurted out one of the questions that had been on your mind the entire time. “And also, where am I? This is a— well, this seems like a pretty normal house. Aren’t you supposed to hold people hostage in like, some abandoned cabin in the woods or something?”

Hoodie laughed, an almost pleasant sound, his tone lacking the mockery that Masky’s held.

“That’s what you’d expect, right? That’s exactly why it’s smarter to do it in a normal house. People think this is just any other family home. A bit more secluded than usual, but still ordinary enough to avoid suspicion.” His explanation made sense to you, but it only further drove in the point that your chances of being found and rescued were slim. You cautiously replied to him.

“That makes sense.”

Hoodie started talking again, returning to the previous topic and answering your last question.

“You’re here because you have some information we want. I don’t enjoy playing guessing games, so I’ll be as straightforward as possible. We want to know about the symbol for the forest seal,” he explained slowly, making sure you understood what he meant. You didn’t.

You had absolutely no clue what he was talking about. Symbol? Forest seal? What the fuck is that? You really didn’t know what those things were. But they both seemed highly convinced that you did, and you had no idea how to convince them otherwise. Perhaps you could fabricate something to appease them, but you had so little knowledge of what they wanted from you that it was more than likely that they’d catch you in your lies. You didn’t particularly feel like exploring the consequences of doing so; just the mere thought of it made you shudder. You didn’t have many options here, so you took a deep breath and told the truth.

“I really don’t know.” The two figures in front of you stood unmoving, that clearly wasn’t enough, and you were trembling, a lump forming in your throat as you tried to choke out the rest of your words. “I’m serious. You have to believe me, I have no reason to lie right now. I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about. I-I, you probably have the wrong person…” your words trailed off into silence, the atmosphere in the room growing heavier, the air feeling denser.

And for a moment, everything was still. You were inanimate in your chair, both Masky and Hoodie standing, unmoving. You held your breath, feeling the never-ending silence consume the room. It was so quiet, eerily so, if a pin were to drop, you’d instantly hear it. You felt your hands tremble in their bindings, shaking against one another.

At last, Masky broke the silence.

“So you want to do this the hard way,” he spoke, each word pronounced with a violent rasp.

You were too slow to realize it—not like you could’ve done anything about it, anyway—when he picked you up by the collar of your shirt, the fabric clenched in his fist before he used it to launch you to the side, propelling your body into the wall, your arms still bound and unable to soften your landing in the slightest. You felt the hardness of the wall as your back crashed into it right before your head slammed against the floor with a dull thud. Your body slumped down to the floor helplessly.

“Aw, how cute, you think you can get away with trying to bullshit us. I don’t you realize the situation you’re in, sweetheart. Until we get our answers, you’re not going anywhere. Do we understand each other?” Masky asked, his voice holding a threat that you knew wouldn’t be empty. He pulled you up again by the collar of your shirt, forcibly dragging you up to your knees. You failed to find any balance, the only thing holding you up being the grip on your shirt. The floor was hard, and your knees were sure to bruise the next day. If you even made it until then. You had no idea what these two were capable of doing to you, but it appeared that you would soon find out, seeing as there was nothing you could think of to say or do to resolve this. All you could do was whimper in fright, your body already in agony, unprepared for what was next in store.

Within seconds, he suddenly dropped you harshly, your weight capsizing before he reached for a fistful of your hair, jerking you back up to your knees. You preferred the shirt collar to this.

You were crying then, the first tears having made it out of the corners of your eyes and were now steadily flowing down your cheeks. Masky’s hold on your hair was rough, and where the strands tugged at your scalp burnt much like the slap on your cheek.

“So you’ll cry before you tell us, huh?” He seemed overjoyed at that. “Unfortunately for you, darling, I just so happen to really enjoy that sight.”

From the corner of your hazy sight, clouded with tears, you saw Hoodie begin to walk towards you. You felt your heart quaking with fear, thinking that he was about to further inflict pain upon you, but instead, Masky finally let go of your hair, releasing the torturous tug on your scalp.

“Y/N,” Hoodie spoke. “You can start with smaller bits of information if you prefer. Is there somewhere where we can find the symbol’s design?”

You didn’t respond—you couldn’t respond—causing him to sigh, continuing, “If you behave, we’ll reward you. If you refuse to cooperate, we’ll have no choice but to punish you accordingly. Let’s not go there.”

Masky scoffed at Hoodie’s statement. “Don’t speak for the both of us. I’ll gladly show her what happens if she wants to be stubborn.”

Hoodie put his hand on Masky’s shoulder, seemingly an act of calming the latter down.

“The Operator sent us to retrieve information from her. Not torture her,” Hoodie stated matter of factly as if such activities were the norm for them both. Perhaps it was. You couldn’t tell which was worse, being stuck in a house with two experienced... whatever they were or having given a personal reason to receive this treatment.

“He never said we couldn’t do both,” Masky replied, “it doesn’t hurt to play a bit with our new pet now, does it?”

Hoodie and Masky turned towards each other, and you’d guess they were staring at each other, neither wanting to compromise. At last, Hoodie shrugged and left the room, closing the door with the same squeak as when it opened. The worse of the two scenarios had happened—you were left alone with a bloodthirsty sadist, with nothing and no one to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to you.

You squeezed your eyes shut just in time for his shoe to slam into your ribcage, knocking you back down to the floor and winding you. Coughing and spluttering, you tried to wiggle yourself back up into a seating position, and during your struggle, you noticed that the bindings on your arms were looser than they had previously felt. You continued to choke for air, gasping like a fish out of water, as your fingers shakily worked on the knot of the ties behind your back.

When he kicked you for the second time, you skid across the hardwood, the pain blinding you momentarily, but you had undone the primary knot holding everything together, the twine binding your arms now unravelling. Wiggling your hands just free enough to reach for the knots behind your ankles without drawing his attention to what you were doing, you braced yourself for a third impact. He landed another kick, this time in your stomach. The throbbing pain in your gut and the near desire to throw up made more tears fall down your face, but you smiled internally, knowing you had succeeded in untying yourself from the ropes that previously bound you.

You mentally prepared yourself for more pain as you undid the last of the ropes. Masky raised his foot again, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

However, seconds passed without you feeling anything. Confused, you warily let your eyes flutter open before letting out a bloodcurdling scream of shock, seeing him now crouched down, his mask inches away from your face.

“So you want to run, princess?”

You stopped dead in your tracks. Nothing you could even dream of saying or doing could rescue you from the punishment you would most definitely receive for your short-lived escape plan.

Yet Masky managed to surprise you again when instead of hurting you further, he stood back up and walked backwards, leaning himself against the wall in a casual pose.

“Run then,” he challenged you, daring you to do as he said. You froze like a deer caught in headlights, your attempts to remove the bindings from your legs instantly halting to a stop.

The door was directly in front of you, mere metres away. Masky stood to the far right of the room, far from the exit, far from where you were.

You quickly ran through your options in your head. You could untangle the rope, get to your feet, and try to run out of the door before he could close the distance on you. But even if you managed to pull that off, what next? You didn’t know what the rest of the house contained. It was possible you would run into Hoodie or, even worse—the Operator they spoke of. The image of the tall man flashed in your head, and you felt your heart race at your own imagination.

But you could try. You could try to make it through and out of the house and pray to whatever God was out there that you wouldn’t run into anyone dangerous. Still, you realized then that you had no idea where you were. You didn’t know how close the nearest civilization was, and you remembered something Hoodie said about this location being secluded. Could you really make it out on foot? You didn’t have any of your belongings either, especially not your phone or any form of a map.

You were a bird with its feathers trimmed, trying to escape a cage that perhaps wasn’t solely built to keep you in but also lock other, worse predators out.

Unsteadily, you managed to get back onto your knees, the twine naturally slipping off your arms and falling to the ground. You allowed your shoulders to slump forward as you buried your face in your hands, sobbing miserably, the hopelessness of your current situation finally dawning upon you.

“There, there,” Masky said as he walked over to you. Crouching down next to you, he held your head to his chest. His actions could’ve almost been seen as comforting, but you knew he was just rubbing salt in your wounds, adding insult to injury as you hiccupped, crying into his sweater. The two of you were still as he held you, patting your head with a mocking gentleness.

“Do we understand each other, princess?” he repeated his earlier question.

You nodded. 

next chapter ->

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[nineteenninety-six]

Can I get Kuina and Ann with a insecure reader feel free to do whatever you want with this idea, thank you <3

Not a big fan of this but it’s been a while since I posted and I’ve been ‘writing’ it for like two weeks. Hopefully this isn’t formatted horribly as I’m posting from my phone at work.

Fem!reader

It was hard for YN not to feel insecure when she was with Kuina and Ann, both of them were strong women and YN couldn’t help but compare herself to them and how could she not?

Ann was formidable, seemingly unbreakable always in control and always had some sort of plan as a backup. She was a strong, intelligent woman and YN felt both insecure and starry-eyed whenever they were around each other.

Kuina was a badass in every conceivable way, a bikini top and wedges didn’t stop her from kicking ass. Not only could Kuina beat someone's ass, she also had a heart of gold, always trying to help others and lending a hand if needed.

As they left the playing grounds of the Queen of Clubs after defeating it, YN trailed behind Ann and Kuina, feeling the worst she had felt for a while. Insecurity was slowly starting to suffocate YN, her stuttered breaths caught the attention of Ann who glanced over her shoulder and caught the sight of YN stumbling behind them.

Ann paused in her steps and dragged her eyes over YN, “What’s wrong with you?”

Kuina turns around at Ann’s words and watches YN curiously. “You okay?”

YN nods, “Exhausted.”

Kuina nods in understanding before turning back around and continuing to walk but Ann keeps her eyes on YN.

She lets Kuina walk a few steps forward to create some space before dropping her pace so that she can walk alongside YN. She didn’t say anything, giving YN the space to talk if she wanted to and allowing her to breathe.

They walked in silence for another before they found a quiet place to rest for the night. They had a massive family sized tent that they shared, it gave them enough space to share the space comfortably.

YN was sandwiched between them as they got in for the night, staring up at the ceiling of the tent.

“How do you do it?” YN finally said what was on her mind

“Huh?” Kuian turns her head slightly to look at YN

“Survive all of this. The never ending games and death, it doesn’t seem to affect either of you.”

There’s a brief pause of silence before Ann speaks up, “That’s not true… I hate participating in these games, I hate them but I want to go home more than everything.”

“So you just push through it? Don’t you ever get tired?”

“I do but giving up means death”

“You’re braver than I am. I don’t think I could survive all of this without you”

Ann sends a gentle smile her way, “I think you could”

YN nods at that and turns to Kuina, “What about you?”

“I feel as if I have something to prove, even though I don’t. If I can survive this, I can survive anything…”

“You’re so strong Kuina, how many games have you cleared in those wedges?” YN praises her

Kuina breaks out in a grin, “I know right? Too bad it messed up my pedicure.”

“You survived these games before you joined The Beach and when we got separated for the second stage. You should stop underestimating yourself, it’ll get you killed”

Ann spoke up, eyes trained on YN

“It’s not that easy” YN sighs

“Of course it’s not but we believe you, and you should too”

“Okay, okay but you two promise that we’ll still be friends once we get back to the real world?”

Kuina smiled that sunny smile of hers that lit up a room, “Of course! Why wouldn’t we?”

Kuina and YN turned to Ann who couldn’t stop the small grin from forming on her lips, “I suppose we can”

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[silvermistcosmos]

▬▬ Before You Go ╼ Jung Hoseok 

PAIRING. Hoseok x reader 

GENRE. angst, fluff if you squint // oneshot

WC. 1,000+ 

WARNINGS. talk about Hoseok leaving to the army 

SYNOPSIS. Tomorrow Hoseok was leaving to the army and you were struggling to keep yourself together, but as always, your boyfriend was there to comfort you even though he was having a hard time too. 

AN. the first paragraph was written by @hwasdollie​ because I had no idea what on earth to write to start this off. thank you so much for helping me! <3

You didn’t know why it was so silent, well you did, but you didn’t. There were so many things you wanted to say, that both of you wanted to say, but silence emitted through the room instead. 

If you just didn’t look at him, you wouldn’t cry...You wouldn’t cry. You kept telling yourself that, but the lump in your throat was growing larger and you couldn’t swallow it away. 

Hoseok was the first to break the silence, “Are you okay?” His shaky voice rung in your ears and you finally built the courage to slowly lift your head and look at his own watering eyes. 

“Yeah” You tried to control the steadiness of your voice, but your voice was not the only thing that cracked. Your wall that you were keeping so firm the entire week finally broke and you threw your hand to your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping it as tears rolled salty trails down your cheeks. 

You took a loud unstable breath, staring up at the ceiling, “I was supposed to not cry this week. You ruined it.” You tried to laugh, but it came out more like little croaks instead and your smile slowly faltered, your lips trembling as you spoke.

Hoseok pulled your head into his chest to comfort you, but also to hide his own welling tears. You took deep, suffocating breaths to control your breathing so you could hold a little bit of dignity before he left. But his consoling hand stroked your hair and any bit of dignity you had left shattered and soon your cries echoed in the room.

He let your tears and snot soak through the fabric of his old black T-shirt. It hurt him to see you suffering because of him. He didn’t know if he was making the right decision to let you wait on him for an entire two years until he was finished with his civic duty. He couldn’t bear the thought of you crying like this while he was away, unable to lend you a shoulder or tissues. He wouldn’t be able to wipe away your warm tears with his thumb and tell you how much he loved you as he kissed your cheek. He wouldn’t be able to calm you down by rubbing little shapes on your back or hold your hand when you’re having a really hard time. But seeing you with someone else when he came back would tear him apart.

“If you…” He started, his hand stopping motion in the middle of your hair, “can’t wait…and need to-“

“Stop.” Your hoarse voice spoke as you pulled yourself from his chest, “Don’t even finish that. I’m waiting for you.” You voice managed to stay firm although you had just been crying.

Hoseok took in a deep breath with his nose, unable to keep his face from faltering. His nose scrunched up, his eyes hardly visible as a couple tears made it’s way down his face and onto his lips, leaving a salty taste on his tongue. He held his nose bridge as he heaved a few breaths, “I’ll come back soon. I promise.” He whispered.

“You better.” You let out an off sounding laugh and you sniffled, wiping your tears aggressively with the back of your hand, “Or I’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.”

He chuckled, “God, you look so awful.” He joked as he looked at your red blotched face and puffy eyes and just knew he probably looked worse than you.

“Thanks.” You weakly punched his shoulder and rolled your eyes, “You look pretty bad yourself.”

“I’ll take the pretty and ignore the bad part.” He replied before gently taking your shoulders and pulling you back into his arms. He stroked your upper back with his fingertips and sighed, “You’re going to eat well while I’m away, okay?” You nodded your head as you played with his shirt. “I’ll be sending the boys to check up on you so don’t even try to skip meals. And don’t stay up too late. It’s bad for your health.” He paused, “Oh and don’t-“

“Baby…I’ll take care of myself, don’t worry.” You propped yourself up on your hands and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips, “I should be talking to you about taking care of yourself. You always work too hard and overwork yourself. I’m scared with me not around, you’ll work yourself to death.”

“I can’t do that though…If I’m dead, I can’t come back and see you.” He smiled and you leaned back on his chest.

“Good then. You have your priorities straight.”

You pressed a kiss to the fabric over his chest and sighed, “Even though I’m going to miss you, this is a good thing you are doing. So don’t regret anything and do everything with passion like you always do.”

“Don’t make me cry again. I can’t be bullied by my army mates on the first day I see them because I have swollen eyes.” He chuckled and squeezed you tighter, “When I see you next, I’m going to be the most honored and respected army man.” 

You giggled, “Army already has the highest respect for you.” 

“You know what I mean.” He poked your nose aggressively, “I hope army will wait for me to come back. They won’t forget me, right?” 

“Never!” You jumped up, nearly hitting your head against Hoseok’s jaw, “No, there are going to be just as many, if not more army waiting for your comeback! You don’t even know how armys feel right now. They will wait, I can promise you. And on your first concert after coming back, the armys will fill the crowd and they will scream like never before with their lightsticks waving in the air! Gosh, I can’t wait.” 

He smiled at you, “I can only hope.” 

“More importantly, I will wait for you. No matter how long you take...” You pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“And I will come back to you. Again and again.” 

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