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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 3 years

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Stories of Paris

Part 4

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Damian was unhappy with the fact that with ‘strangers’ in *his* house their nightly activities would have to carefully navigated. His father nor Pennyworth had not explicitly said anything about it, but he assumed it was because they all knew what was expected. So, being told to line up in the entrance hall by his father went down like a lead balloon.

His pout turned in widening eyes of shock as he witnessed the tall wiry young woman (and a large man he supposed) exiting the car. SHE was his father’s babysitter. This was who oversaw the European branch of W.E. The person who owned the largest portion of shares of W.E (after the Wayne family that is). He was doomed. Damain watched as his father soften as he saw the woman.

“Mari! You never seem to age!” he exclaimed as she gracefully walked up to him and into his embrace.

“Mon cherie! It’s miraculous isn’t it,” she drew back slightly to look over his shoulder, “I see you have taken found family comment to the extreme, but I suppose you were never one to do things in half measures. It’s good to be back here after so long”

Looking at her like he was a child with pleading eyes, “You are staying here, right?”

With a gentle smile with a smirking edge, “Yes. If I tried to leave for a hotel, I’ll end up having the shadows watching me all night. Plus, this place always did feel like my home away from home.”

Damian glancing at his supposed siblings to see that they were also in shock. Probably not for the same reason. Panicking with it all, as he saw his father turn to introduce them to the woman, Damian drew his katana and aimed it at her.

“YOU were fathers' babysitter!!! But... what... you’re younger than him!!!! .... You’re the Grand Lady Guardian... I *refuse* to return.”

Damian vaguely recognised his name being shouted at him, but all his attention was on the Grand Lady Guardian of the Miraculous who stood, rolling her eyes, before him. He could feel her power radiating off, surrounding them all.

“Petit Tresor. I’m not taking you back there. Did you not learn anything from my teachings? Did you not learn to read between the lines? About looking deeper than the surface. You are with *your* found family. THEY are what is important. Bruce may have picked up a lot of my unhealthy habits about vigilantism, but he made a point of understand a good support network and the importance of chosen family. Despite how he enacts the teachings.”

The Monkey with her came to her shoulder and raised his eyebrow at Damian. He finally understood why he was always her bodyguard now rather than the Cat, being that he was her husband.

“You can stand down Petit Tresor. League and Court business will *not* be found here. The League know what will happen if they cross the Court, and I made it very clear after our last encounter when they tried to manipulate us to their advantage.”

Damian assessed the woman before him as he withdrew his katana from her and starting to become aware of the others around him again.

“Why has he got a chaos shard within him Bruce?” The monkey growled looking at him with a dangerous glint in his eye.

Everyone in the entrance hall was frozen in shock and panic. What was meant to be a happy reunion had been derailed but now, suddenly, somehow gained an even sharper edge. Marinette and her husband were aware of their nightly capers, and they also knew of the League, they were involved in something similar and aware of chaos shards.

Damian watched as his father gulped as he looked at the Monkey and the Guardian. It wasn’t often his father showed fear, but it was clear on his face as she arched her eyebrow at him. His siblings all looked on in surprise and uncertain of what to expect. Only Pennyworth and Todd seemed to be handling the situation with any sense of calmness. Surprising for Todd...

“Mari... his mother... the league...”

At the mention of the league the Guardians eye twitch so subtly you’d hardly notice it if not trained and with a minute flicker of her hand, the Monkey flipped his phone out and was walking out back outside to call someone... Damian straining his ears heard Peg and plan 42c being mentioned by the Monkey to whoever he had called.

“They were warned. Tsk, Assassin’s bullheadedness. Kim will sort this out for me for the present moment and we will discuss healing at a later point. Anyway, mon cherie, you were about to introduce me to your children. Petit Tresor I know, and I believe that that is Jason, mon rêveur, in the background though he has grown so much since our last meeting. So, I could guess everyone else, but why don’t you continue?”

The Guardian stated as if the topic of what just happened was over, much to Damian’s surprise. He sheafed his katana but still was wary of the woman and slightly in awe. He had a feeling that the chaos and downfall of his grandfather may have due to her in some way. Slight fear and dread for his mother was building as well. He finally starting to understand the reason for her over protectiveness when she taught him in the league now.

“Right. Mari, this is Dick, Jason who you already met in person? Cass and alongside her Duke, Tim who you meet briefly in the W.E. meeting the other month, Steph who has wormed her way into the family and Damian you who’ve also already met?”

With a polite cough drawing attention to himself, Alfred spoke. “Perhaps, instead of having a mother’s meeting in the entrance hall, we retreat to the drawing room where we can have some refreshments. I am sure that Ms Marinette and Master Kim are exhausted from their travels. It is most unbecoming to stand around loitering, wouldn’t you agree Master Bruce?”

Bruce muttered something as his ears started to tinge red, Marinette turned to Alfred and smiled as she drew him into a hug while Bruce collected himself.

“Yes, right, that sounds like a fantastic idea Alfred. Mari, shall we?”

Bruce offered her an arm which she elegantly took as the took off in the direction of the drawing room delving into conversation with Bruce leaving behind a shocked collection on children in the hall. Alfred slipped off to prepare the refreshments.

Damian cringed as Dick exclaimed, “YOU GUYS KNOW HER?!?!?!!” which echoed around the manor as he finally processed what had just happened.

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Alfred smiled as the atmosphere within the Manor shifted over the last few weeks. It now had a different air about it. Master Bruce became less sullen and slightly less repressed under Marinette’s watch and the Manor started to feel lighter again.

Alfred had found great amusement when he stumbled in on Master Kim lecturing Master Bruce on being dense especially the “I know I’m dense but kwami Bruce! You’re worse than me realising all the competitions I got Mare rigged into was because I wanted to impress her! Let’s start at the beginning, ok?!”.

He hoped that Master Kim might be able to knock a bit of sense into his wayward charge. He knew Ms Marinette, though full of good intentions wouldn’t be able to with Master Bruce’s strange ability to pick up on the wrong message being given.

The highlight of the week was when he entered the family living room to find all his grandchildren looking pale as Master Bruce acted semi child-like in front of Ms Marinette. It was a delight to see Bruce act like the child that he knew he was reawakened again. Even if it terrified the grandchildren.

The whole family discovered that Bruce had been very selective of the stories and information that he had told them about Marinette. She had taken great delight telling them all about what teenage Bruce really was like.

About the time Bruce had a fan induced panic attack on meeting the Jagged Stone. Alfred was slightly aware of something happened but not the details.

About the time Bruce decided to practice parkour in the Manor gardens and ended up stuck halfway up the side of the Manor unable to climb up further or climb down. Alfed was positive he was unaware that Marinette joined him and had to coach Bruce down.

About the series of times that Bruce attempted to prove to Alfred that he had ‘outgrown the kitchen ban’ and had ‘observed Mari’s baking skills sufficiently’ to be able to try again for only the attempts to go south fast. Alfred grimaced at the memories that that bought up. He was glad that he’d got a good working deal with local kitchen fitters and suppliers given the number of fires.

It became a daily breakfast occurrence that Bruce mortified Marinette in his outfit for the day. The breakfast entertainment became watching Marinette tear into his fashion choice of the day, drag up some past clothing or costume disaster. She ended up moaning that he had learnt nothing from her rantings about clothes over the years and stare forlornly into her coffee cup. It was providing the bat boys a wealth of black mail material that Alfred had to on numerous occasions reel Marinette from her tangents.

The only time he let her completely go to town with was letting her regale to everyone about Bruce’s dramatic and insistent argument on fighting crime in Lyca, wearing pants on top of tights and with a cape, that he really insisted that he didn’t need to use Kevlar (that decision didn’t last beyond a few training sessions and one patrol night). Alfred was pleased with her ability to rein that disaster in quickly.

It was in the comfort of the kitchen away from the antics that happened Alfred mused and reflected on his notional niece's visit. Alfred wished he had thought to bring Marinette over sooner as he witnessed that fraught relationships between the Waynes soften. Issues didn’t disappear but Marinettes presence, and ability due to dealing with Akuma, helped mitigate situations which typically would have blown up. Kim always by her side would help soothe, distract, or explain to the puzzled Bruce the techniques Marinette was using to stop the escalation.

She’d slowly began charming and connecting with his grandchildren. Be it by giving Tim pointers on how to manage W.E board members effectively and playing video games. It was eerily like how she warmed Bruce up to her.

By Sitting quietly reading with Jason or playing chess and talking in metaphors about life, death and balance. Slowly having ‘healing sessions to calm the pit madness’ with meditation and grounding sessions.

With Damian she seemed to remind him of alternate grounding techniques which she’d shown him in the league. They seemed to spend time talking in hushed whispers about other stuff that Alfred wasn’t currently privy too.

Duke was with poetry and music. Cass with dance and gymnastics, silent subtle conversations occurred but seeing Cass smile and edge towards being more tactile made Alfred glow with warmth inside. Steph and Marinette commanded the kitchen numerous times baking pastries, waffles and other treats.

Dick took the longest to warm up to the woman, having heard and known about her for over a deacade but never met it was understandable. Alfred wpould never knew what Marinette had done but one day the hostility and coldness disappeared. A joy, childlike smile appeared on Dicks face every time she was in the room, and he’d follow her round like a loat puppy. Watching and mimicking her techniques to calm his brothers down.

How his grandchildren acted with Marinette in the activities brought echoes of memories of her with Bruce to the forefront of Alfred’s mind.

Sighing, in the short time the Manor felt warm and like a family, a home should feel like. Much like before his friends’ death. Schooling his emotions, Alfred set about to serve the family and Parisians last dinner together.

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Bruce tried not to sulk. Tried not to revert to the mind set of when Marinette originally disappeared physically from his life. Especially in front of his children but it was hard. She somehow always managed to take the overwhelming pressure away from him, like he could breathe and be.

Alfred was his father, in all the ways that counted, but the burden of death and saving the world was something Marinette understood at a deeper more personal level. Having her here made it feel safe to feel, that he would always be caught. That she would save him from the consuming darkness. She was the light in the world shining out in the Gotham gloom.

As expected, his children adored her in their unique ways. Following her around like little ducks scrabbling for crumbs of knowledge and titbits of information. Bruce lips twitched as he witnessed them behaving much like he used to. Taking the gems’ she passed on to them and ferreting them away much like he did.

“Master Bruce, I expect better behaviour this leaving gathering than our previous party, please.”

With Alfred’s comments Bruce gave into the feeling of pouting. Why deny how he felt toward the situation where he wasn’t in control. He pointedly ignored the stares that his children were giving him. Again.

“Mon tresor! It’s not like you aren’t going to see or speak to me again. We speak regularly as it is. It’s not the same as it was last time. You know this.”

“But Mari, it's nice having you here. This is your home.”

“Is he always like this Mare, Cupcake? How is it that all the kid’s you’ve looked after end up demanding you live with them?”

Bruce choked at Kim’s statement and the Wayne clan burst into laughter. Alfred let a small smirk grace his face.

“Oui, Mon Amour, He wasn’t happy last time I left at all. Be grateful I learnt to resist kitten eyes or we’d never have reconnected. Manon doesn’t count. She’s practically family as well with how close Maman and Nadja are.”

“What about Elle, Etta and Chris? What about Ivan’s and Mylene’s sproglian? Fang? Jagged’s second round of terrors? Luka and Jules too really.”

“Hush, Mon Amour, circumstantial evidence.”

Bruce observed Kim stare at his wife in disbelief before waving his hand around the room.

“What about these then. Don’t give me that look Cupcake. I’m gonna end up needing to fight the whole batclan at this rate to get you on a plane with me! Maybe I should give Peg’s the heads up that I’ll need his help.”

“I can assure you Master Kim that you *both* are free to leave. The young master's understand that they cannot kidnap you. It would not be becoming of them OR look good for the company for the family to kidnap its own workers.”

Bruce and his family guiltily ducked their heads at Alfred’s comments. When Alfred turned away to start talking to Kim, Tim leant in close to Bruce to whisper to him.

“Do you think we have the power to move her to being director of North America rather than Europe? Mari would be closer then? Plus, the guy in charge isn’t all he’s cracked up to be so the board would likely approve it.”

Bruce stared at his son at the ingenious and simple solution and smiled, before ducking his head when Alfred pointedly looked his way.

“We’ll discuss that concept later.”

Bruce gave Tim a subtle nod as if he was approving the idea. Technically he was but Alfred didn’t need to know that. Nor did Kim really, as he would fight him if he found out and he’d rather not deal with an ex-olympian superhero, even when he pulled his punches they hurt far more than the average persons.

Bruce sat back into his seat and smiled as the conversation and chaos flowed around him. His whole family finally together and he cherished it. He knew it wasn’t going to last much longer with the impending flight looming but for now he had a potential and creative plan to work on. If he framed it right it could also become the prefect family bonding activity that both Marinette and Kim thought he needed to do more of outside of vigilantism. And if the end result was that she moved closer, well, that’s just an added bonus in his eyes.

With that in mind, Bruce joined in with the choas enjoying the moment with his complete family. Nothing could take this away from him.

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adonis-koo · 3 years

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,

Word Count: 13k

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“Y/n look at me, you need to take a breath okay?” Taehyung’s hands were curled around your upper arms, his voice deep and soothing as your breath continued to choke, he had quickly rounded the bar when he first saw you, sitting you on the stool as you forced air into your lunges, harshly closing your eyes as more warm tears spilled down your cheeks, silently berating yourself.

You should’ve done something, anything. You could’ve told him to just wait until you got home, or you could’ve…! It was useless looking back and thinking about what you could’ve done, instead of what you did. This is what happened because you let your guard down. You felt defeated as you pressed your hands against your face, “Tell me, what happened.”

Taking another shaky breath you tried your best to sound coherent, “He- he, Jungkook said he was gonna go take a smoke break before we went home and- and…! He’s not anywhere in the back, I checked the back exit where he usually goes and…! All I found was his pack of cigarettes and- and a half lit bud…! They took him, I just know they did!” You whimpered as you curled into yourself, you could only describe your feelings in simple terms of fright and anxiety.

“Uh hey, what’s up? Y/n?” You sniffled as you rubbed your eyes, looking up at the familiar face of someone you hadn’t seen in what felt like forever.

Alex, the customer who had paid for your advice on what to do with...Oh...Ji Woo was sitting next to him, a look of concern on her face, just as much as his own.

Your eyes began to water faster by the moment as your lips quivered, “It’s a long story…” You cried softly as you lowered your gaze, feeling pitiful. Unsure of even where to begin or who to even go to if Jungkook was gone.

“Well luckily for you we have all night, Y/n…” Alex frowned a little, on any other occasion his american accent would’ve made you giggle because his pronunciation wasn’t quite the best, but in that endearing way you remembered him by, “I know what’s happened here.” He offered a semi weak smile, “I am in the SPD after all...Homicides are pretty hot in the office…especially with what happened here.”

You closed your eyes, feeling internally at war with yourself because you had the feeling you knew where he was going with this, “Listen, I’m not on the case...But, I wanna help you out in any way possible. It’s the least I can do…That is if you want it.”

Jungkook had been anxious to tell the police about his involvement in KOI but...His life was potentially on the line right now, “Let’s not jump the gun so fast.” Taehyung sat next to you, “We still don’t know for sure if he was kidnapped and you have to wait at least 24 hours before you can file a missing person report. Maybe he just got in a scuffle with some guys in the alleyway...”

Your lips quivered a little as you sniffled hard, maybe...But...You just couldn’t see that being the case over what your suspicions were, which was Jungkook was taken by KOI, what would stop them now when they only attempted two nights ago to take him?

Oh...that’s right...you both had never told anyone.

“Unless you have something you wanna tell us?” Yoongi was the one that chimed in, his expression dim and dark against the lighting as he leaned against the bar, having finished with the last customer for now.

Closing your eyes your lips jutted a little, of course it would be Yoongi, who you were beginning to feel on edge with. Whose side was he on? And why was he being so secretive about this? Both Alex and Taehyung looked at you expectantly as you shuffled in your seat, “...Someone did try to take us on the opening night of SSU but...we assumed...because of what happened before they were there for me...not him...We did manage to get away…” You mumbled, not daring to look up at either male.

“Y/n! Why wouldn’t you report that!” Taehyung scolded immediately, making you curl away, “Oh my god…” he ran a hand through his hair, “It was him wasn’t it? That didn’t wanna say anything to anyone?” You nodded in confirmation as he scoffed, “God I knew Jungkook had a shady background but seriously? Why wouldn’t he report something if he was in danger?”

Taehyung wasn’t just asking a rhetorical question, his eyes were on you as you shifted uneasily in your seat, remembering how hesitant Jungkook was to get the police involved but...You just wanted him back…

“Y/n, whatever you’re holding back, Jungkook won’t be held responsible for any of this if he isn’t affiliated with their crimes…” Alex could obviously sense your apprehension as your frown furthered on your face, looking down at your nails as you mumbled.

“And what if he was...at one time…?” Alex frowned, tilting his head a little as he peered down at you in question, closing your eyes you took a breath, “Jungkook was...he was forced into joining a drug ring named KOI by his family, the moment he didn’t have any ties left, was the moment he left and never wanted to be associated with them to begin with...But because of what happened in Las Vegas, KOI are after him.”

Alex leaned back in his seat, taking in your information as he raised a brow, “What about Las Vegas? What happened there?” He hadn’t said anything that indicated Jungkook would be punished this far and...If Alex was here to help, you could only assume he meant it in a way that meant he wouldn’t put Jungkook behind bars if he could help it.

And so you went into detail about what happened in Vegas, what Seasonella truly was and who the Friar’s were, and the theory you had made about their possible connection with KOI and them sending word to take Jungkook.

Alex was patient the whole time, not interrupting you once as he sipped on his drink after you finished he raised his brows a little as he puffed a breath, “Well…” He drew a little, “Uh...you guys definitely might wanna do a background check before getting involved in ties with an international mafia family that dates back all the way eighty years.”

You slumped in your seat a little. Yeah, you figured as much.

“Well, let’s go through this step by step,” Alex laughed dryly, despite there being no humor in the air as he cleared his throat, straightening a little, “I’m originally from California, it’s where I first began my training in the academy before I moved here to Seoul to be with my family, we went over a lot of lectures about the crime rates and how they skyrocketed back in the 40s because of all the corrupt police force at the time.”

You took in a deep breath, trying to not let your mind linger back into panic with the knowledge that Jungkook had yet to show himself, “Right?” Alex nodded making you nod, looking at Taehyung who also intently listened, “The Friar’s were originally outted back in the 50s in italy for being a part of an organized crime family, so because of that they fled the country and came here to the states to start new.”

“That didn’t work.” You snorted dryly, rubbing your eyes before peeling off an eyelash that was probably hanging off your lid for dear life at this point, the glue stinging a little as it clung to your skin.

“Obviously,” Alex offered a weak smile as you pulled the other lash off as you took a shaky breath, “But because they sought asylum here and there was never any proof of their existence in the underworld after that, the officials let them be. Now over sixty years later it’s not too far-fetched to assume that people let it go and now the Friar’s are able to return to their home country and travel all around the world to make connections under the business front of exports. But it’s not too hard to assume they expanded to Korea and now have ties all over the country, especially with drug rings, after all, there’s no better way to have an international drug ring than through an export front.” Alex shrugged, “KOI, was it?”

You nodded, looking back down at your hands as you fumbled with them a little, still not liking having to relent to this information but if it meant getting people involved and getting Jungkook to safety, you’d do what you’d need too.

“It’s probably a small ring, nothing I’ve heard of honestly,” Alex huffed a little as he leaned back in his seat once more, “But i’d be willing to bet if there’s profit there the Friar’s wouldn’t hesitate to dump money into it, especially if they had past knowledge of Jungkook’s involvement, another blackmail reference for them if their daughter was involved with him…?” He smiled weakly once more, all too familiar with Jungkook’s....past history in girls, namely sleeping his now girlfriend.

You huffed a sigh, rolling your eyes tiredly, “To say the least, Eva was….infautated with him and when she found out we were in a relationship she ended up trying to get us both sold into human trafficking...Or at least that’s what I assume the plan was. She did have past knowledge of his involvement but I don’t know how...Jungkook never told me how she found out but...It could only make sense. Somebody tried to take me at first,”

Taehyung nodded in confirmation as you wrapped your arms around yourself, “He said Eva Friar sent him…”

“So this is a confirmation then,” Alex nodded, “That despite the front of it being KOI, they’re working in operation with the Friar family to get Jungkook back, or taken...Or somewhere along those lines…” He hummed, taking a moment to think about it before he rubbed his head, “This...is going to be more complicated then I had hoped for…” He sighed, “I mean I assumed it was complicated but if there’s outside mafia influence it’s just whole shit slew even more complicated. Listen, the choice is yours. But if you came into the office tomorrow to give a testimony, we might be able to do something about this. Fast, and I don’t mean filling a missing person report and waiting, but you’d have to be willing to be one hundred percent honest on Jungkook’s behalf.”

You weren’t sure you liked this still but Alex was trustworthy, or you could only hope he was. But you just needed to know, “...Will Jungkook get in trouble? For his involvement?”

Alex frowned a little, “I’ll be honest, I can’t say for sure. But if he was involved years ago, then it’d be unlikely, especially if he wasn’t even in Seoul at the time. It’s the best shot you have, I’m not sure how you guys even pulled off Vegas, but you’re lucky to even be alive after it. That same luck won’t be on your side this time.”

Your jaw clenched, inhaling sharply, he was right. You were lucky to be alive after all of that and dammit! You didn’t get this far in this godforsaken place just to watch it all crumble, “Alright, I’ll do it. First thing in the morning.”

This was your best option and fate was on your side that you had previously met Alex and he just so happened to be in the police department. This was your only option at this point, you needed to make the most of it.

Everyone was devastated to hear about Jungkook as they had come to see you when they noticed everyone crowded around you at the bar. Hence how you found yourself sitting in Rosé’s apartment, unsure if you could trust yourself to be on your own tonight. Of course there was the possibility of him being somewhere on his own but...Jungkook had been so careful recently, you couldn’t fathom why he’d choose to go off on his own now after so many things had happened.God only knew what you’d do, let alone if they were still searching for you as well. Alex had advised it would be best to stay with someone meanwhile unless Jungkook magically appeared.

“Jungkook will be okay.” Rosé was curled up on the other side of the bed, perhaps sensing your loss and grieving you were trying your best to keep together, your eyes immediately watering at her words as you tugged the blanket over your chin to try and hide yourself.

“I know...I just want him to be safe.” You closed your eyes, your lips trembling as tears slowly slid down your cheeks. You didn’t get a drop of sleep the whole night.

You had never felt so put under the microscope as you did, sitting in the bright lit room answering all kinds of questions about Jungkook and his background and his possible involvement with KOI, it had lasted nearly two hours and yet even then…

“I’m sorry Y/n,” Alex lowered his head as your eyes watered, looking at the ground, “We need time to analyze all of this before we come up with a plan. We’ve had a lot of calls with missing people that have been filed within the last week, and from the way it’s looking, this might be tied with that, the good news being it’ll put his case on priority...but we’ll still have to wait for an updated plan, we have a…” Alex sighed as his nose wrinkled a little, “...A freelance specialist team working undercover on their side of all these cases, but until we have confirmation it’s the same it might take longer than I thought...” He gently grabbed your arms, a determined look in his eyes, “I’ll call you the moment we have a plan ready to set in motion. I know this probably wasn’t easy for you, but this has really sped up the investigation. Things will happen, soon.”

You were grateful for everything Alex was doing, of course you were, but the stress had you nearly ready to melt down, “Not soon enough.” You snapped, tears streaming down your face as you shook your head, “He’s out there, god knows where. And...and they need time?” You scoffed, gritting your teeth as you glared into the door that was shut where all the officers were now looking into the information you had given them.

Alex lowered his head in acknowledgement, perhaps knowing whatever he said, would not console your poor soul, knowing the love of your life could possibly not return to you. Still your lips trembled as you closed them, you knew it wasn’t his fault, your anger slowly dissolving back into a mournful energy as you mumbled, “...I’m sorry, I know it’s not your fault.” You shouldn’t berate anyone but yourself, especially when Alex had been kind enough to help.

“No I understand,” Alex offered a small smile, “You’re under and have been under a lot of stress the last few weeks. But I promise, we’ll figure out something as quick as possible and the moment we do, I’ll call you. It might feel like forever but it won’t be too long. Don’t worry.”

He reassured you before he was called back into the room, giving you one last nod before you were left alone.

Tears bitterly trailing down your face before scoffed, wiping the warm liquid away as you inhaled sharply, forcing yourself to calm down. Crying wouldn’t get Jungkook back, now all you could do was agonizingly wait for Alex’s call. Walking out of the department you saw Rosé’s car as she had dropped you off and had been here as moral support the whole time.

Sitting down in the passenger seat it was silent for a moment, the moment you attempted to speak felt like a bubble was stuck in your throat making it difficult to talk as your eyes welled, lips trembling as you tried your best to fight the tears.

Wordlessly you shook your head, lowering your gaze in shame. Why couldn’t you be a stronger person? Why couldn’t you do more? Why, why, why? Why did god place you on this planet if all you could do was simply shed tears? But you couldn’t help it, in every situation, you felt so powerless, after all? What could you do against a fucking drug ring? The late mafia? You were painfully naive to ever think you could do anything about it, other than sit in a car and cry like a child just as you were now.

“They- they’re analyzing the information right now and...Alex said he’d call when they formed a plan, whatever the fuck that means.” You scoffed as you sniffled out, rubbing your eyes furiously, once more, finding yourself angry that no matter what, you were tired of crying.

Rosé only frowned as she slumped in her seat, sighing as she closed her eyes, “I assumed as much...We can only wait now. Do you still wanna go out? Food is on me.”

Yes food...Rosé had told you on the way to the station that you’d both go out afterwards as an incentive for you to have something to look forward to, no matter how shallow it sounded. It had worked on the way there, but now you were exhausted...But...you also didn’t want to wallow around all day and cry more, yes, you were done crying.

You took a deep breath before nodding, giving her a tired smile, “Yeah, I’d like that.” The car ride was filled with music on the way to the mall, a place where you had shared many happy memories with her and...You looked at the window, your jaw clenching a little. Jungkook. You could only hope he was okay.

You didn’t have much of an appetite but you knew you needed to eat otherwise your day would only get worse from here and not only this but you’d have to perform tonight...You crumpled in your seat as you stared down at your food, “I have to perform tonight.” You echoed the words you had just thought of, closing your eyes with a sigh.

Rosé peered down at you, her expression a little concerned before asking, “Are you gonna drop from SSU? To focus on the investigation.” You picked at your food before forcing yourself to take a bite, the bitterness of fish oil mixing with spice of ginger and soy sauce filling your tongue in an explosion of tasty food.

“You know just as well Jungkook would be pissed if I did that,” You snorted dryly, your lips quivering a little as you slowly chewed on your food, feeling somewhat despondent, “Can’t be mad if he’s dead, I guess.” You sniffled harshly, trying to not let your eyes water at the thought.

“Stop it! He isn’t dead!” Rosé chastised you as you slumped in your seat, fiddling with your fingers before taking another bite of your lunch, thinking back to how tender Jungkook was when he fed you in the backseat of your car.

What you’d give to relive that memory again, “We don’t know that for sure babe, and if they took him,” Her eyes narrowed a little, “They wouldn’t go to the trouble of taking him just to do that, he is alive.” Rosé emphasised before her eyes narrowed on your food, “Now stop crying and eat your food. It’s what he’d want.”

You sniffled harshly, rubbing your watery eyes before you hurriedly began eating just as you were told, trying to push all the intrusive thoughts away as you began eating once more, force the food down swallow by swallow and with each bite, you did in fact, feel a little better. It was silent the rest of the time as you both continued eating.

After finishing up you took a long drink of water knowing you had been neglecting hydration as well ever since last night. You hadn’t realized just how much it had been affecting you until you had finished and admittedly felt a lot better.

“So, where do you wanna go first?” Rosé offered a small smile, as if in silent saying that she wanted to now focus on something easy to attain and keep your mind off of things, “Because I was thinking we could go find a new pair of heels for stage, maybe some outfits? I’m sure you probably have more than enough lingerie for the next five years, yeah?”

A weak smile pulled on your lips as you nodded, “You could say that again...That sounds good, and…” Rosé perked up as your smile became a little shy as your eyes stayed on your fingers, “Maybe we could check out Sephora? I need some new eyeliner and maybe a foundation as well…?”

“You had me at makeup.” Rosé gave an encouraging smile as she picked up her tray of food, you mirrored her as well as you went to go dump it out before heading off to the first store, Rosé was great at directing you both and curating a long list of things to do within a short amount of time.

Turning around you let out a squeak at smacking into someone before immediately apologizing, your words abruptly cut off as you looked up to see who it was. But not just him, who he was with. Hanjae and you both stared at one another for a long minute before your eyes trailed to his hand intertwined with...Joy...his best friend...the one you always assumed he...that he...

“This is awkward…” You offered a tense smile, coughing a little as you stepped away somewhat cautiously, you hadn’t seen Hanjae since...well since you saw him in court over getting a restraining order. Hanjae wouldn’t look at you and...you wouldn’t look at him either. Joy looked as if she had been caught in some sort of scandal despite knowing full well what had happened to you both, “Umm...well, if you’ll...excuse me…” You lowered your gaze a little, feeling almost mortified despite not having a reason to be.

You awkwardly stepped to the side, wanting to put this past you because you obviously had a lot going on right now as it was, bumping into an ex was far from the worst thing that had happened within the last week for you.

What you didn’t expect though, was for Hanjae to grab your arm, his grip firm enough to keep you in place but not enough for it to hurt as it once had, his eyes piercing yours as your jaw clenched a little, your brows furrowing as you said nothing.

“Y/n…” Hanjae’s voice was just as firm as it had always been but his eyes seemed different somehow, his lips quirking into somewhat of a frown as he spoke, “For what it’s worth, I did care about you at one time.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment only looking up at him, there was no sense of loss or sadness you weren’t even sure you could say the same for Hanjae, other then maybe at the time, you just needed to be needed, you wanted someone to care about you, despite not holding any true feelings back.

It was selfish to lead someone on like that, no matter who they were, “I know.” You whispered softly before turning away from him, pulling from his grip as you wrapped your arms around yourself once more.

You really couldn’t do this right now, but...oddly enough, you had actually found yourself somewhat appreciative of his words as you joined Rosé’s once more who only looked mother henish at the sight of Hanjae who was walking away once more, hand in hand with Joy. Somehow, even when you both were dating, it was as if you always knew, it was meant to be them.

You were two people, who simply needed each other at the time for growth, or maybe just because. Sighing you cast your gaze to the ground, “I never thought I'd see him again to be honest. But…” You trailed off, not daring to look back in fear of Hanjae’s odd respect deciding to dissipate, “I’m almost glad I did.”

Rosé frowned a little, not quite understanding you and given after you met her ex girlfriend, you could understand why. You offered a small smile as you explained, “I think, it only confirmed to me that, what happened, it was inevitable you know? Joy was always jealous, she liked him for a long time and anytime I tried to mention it to him he’d just call me crazy. Seeing them together, it made me realize that some people are meant for each other in this world. It just wasn’t me and him, and there was nothing wrong with that…” You coughed a little as you sighed, “Outside him stalking me several times for literally no reason when he could’ve just gone to her in the first place…”

“Men have pride, going to her would have only confirmed what you had suspected beforehand which would validate why you left in the first place, even if that wasn’t the reason,” Rosé shrugged, “Honestly, after Irene I never looked back with men. They really don’t have the emotional depth or the braincell’s to keep up.”

You had to cover your mouth a little to stifle your giggle that Rosé’s had no problem openly laughing at, thinking back to all your moments with Jungkook, you could understand what she meant...Jungkook, your lips slowly quirked into a frown as you let out a long breath, “Let’s go check out that store you’ve been talking about.” You offered a weak smile that you were sure Rosé’s could see through.

But being the good friend she was, Rosé offered a bright beaming smile as she nodded, if you couldn’t muster the energy to be happy, Rosé would do it for the both of you, “You’ll love it! They have some of the cutest, most angelic clothing! I always think of you when I go!” You just needed to get through this, one day at a time.

Going through racks of clothing you’d admit you were captivated by the renaissance feel to some of the clothes that were covered in famous art prints and delicate tulle skirts, Rosé was right, you loved it, “So,” Rosé hummed, “What are we gonna do about Yeri?”

You turned to her with a frown as she scoffed, “She still thinks Taehyung is cheating on her…” She raised a brow making you laugh a little. Not that it was funny but you did find the irony amusing, “Have you not looked at the group chat at all?”

“Which one?” You asked, semi confused as you tilted your head. There were so many different chats that you honestly couldn’t keep track anymore. Back before you had become a stripper your phone was a desert whose only relief to be found was through Seulgi on a saturday night. And now it was a hot mess twenty four seven piled with dozens of notifications between various chats, comments and likes on your work instagram and twitter, you hardly even kept up anymore.

“The girls chat!” Rosé cried out offended, she was a total social junky, keeping up with the ninety mile average on all the chats held every day all day. You had been...admittedly avoiding the chats particularly because they didn’t feel the same with Jungkook’s absence, he was just as bad as Rosé when it came to staying on his phone all day talking to everyone and...You missed the dynamic of him with everyone too much to try and keep up as much anymore.

It was still hard to believe he was just gone. You had thought it would happen the way it almost did the first night of SSU, something dramatic and probably traumatizing but Jungkook was just gone. As if he never existed in the first place.

But there were still remnants of him lingering all over his apartment, his shirts that hung off the side of the laundry hamper, his bottle of cologne half empty and he had lost the cap a long time ago but he said he never needed it anyways. You could still see remnants of him in his old disgusting 3 in 1 shampoo which you had immediately told him to throw away the moment you stepped foot in his shower and he kept it out of pure spite, despite him only using your shampoo now.

“Y/n?” Rosé frowned as she called out, making you realize this was the third time she said your name, you forced your throat clear as you put the shirt back on the rack which you had been holding, not realizing you had been spaced off.

“Well, regardless, there isn’t much we can do about it, other than tell her he’s gonna propose, I don’t think she’d even believe us honestly.” You frowned, kicking yourself internally because you understood that life didn’t revolve around you and your problems. You only wished you could give more of your energy to your friends' problems the way you would at any other given moment, “Unless you have any ideas…?”

Rosé groaned as she hung her head back making a small smile tug on her lips, “It just hurts to watch Yeri go through all of this! I’m seriously gonna kill Taehyung if he loses Yeri over a literal misunderstanding. I’m not joking!” She cried out frustrated, “Seriously, Yeri said she was gonna confront him about it Saturday when they go out to dinner.”

You cringed a little in pity, it was admittedly sad watching Yeri stress so much about this, especially with no one to truly confide in given you and Rosé had been distant in effort to not add anymore fuel to the fire. But you didn’t want Yeri to think it was because you were friends with Taehyung. You had been in that situation before with Jungkook, it wasn’t fun.

“Well,” You drew a breath, humming as you puckered your lips, “Maybe that will give Taehyung the courage he needs to just ask her? All we can do is watch at this point. You know I’d love to help out but...My hands are full right now with finishing up choreography for SSU and the investigation going on with Jungkook.”

Rosé wrapped an arm around you in comfort as she frowned, resting her head on your shoulder, “It makes me so sad seeing you like this, honestly. It’s not our job to fix their relationship, so it’s nothing for you to explain or apologize over. Sure it’s sad but you are right, you have a lot going on, there’s no shame in just focusing on yourself.”

You frowned, your lips quivering a little as you stared at the ground, yes she was right…but it still felt selfish, you never wanted to be someone who could only focus on themself and never give their friends the love and attention they needed and deserved.

“You’re right.” You nodded as you made yourself smile a little, not wanting to talk about it otherwise it would be counter productive to how you felt.

“Of course I’m right,” Rosé scoffed as she smiled, “I’m always right, now are you gonna get this or not? You keep staring at it?” It was an under corset that had the lord’s supper on it, something feeling oddly taboo given you were a stripper, but...You really did love art. You sighed as you snatched the hanger from her as she gave a bright smile, “You’ll look good in it.”

You tutted as you looked down at it, you did have a white dress that you could use a pop of color with, “You’re seriously enabling my overspending habit.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?” Rosé puffed her cheeks a little as your lips threatened to quirk into a smile as you sighed wistfully, not even bothering to check the price tag as you grabbed her, dragging her to get in line to pay as she squealed, a handful of clothes in her own arms that she was more than happy to add to her extremely big wardrobe.

Between waiting in the long line and Rosé becoming distracted at the conventionally placed stand of mini products you felt a buzz from your phone in your back pocket, shuffling you brought it out as your heart fluttered. Did they already come to a conclusion!?

You had deflated as you stared down at your phone, knowing you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up. It had only been what? Four hours by now? Still...Yoongi’s message left you on edge, you had never thought much of him before. He had never been involved in any chats before, was never interested in going out and always declined invitations to house parties.

The only person you imagined him being semi close to was Taehyung as they typically worked most nights together, but before, you had assumed he was just a true introvert and didn’t mind just enjoying the chaos unfold. But now…? You couldn’t help but feel as if there was a reason for his distant nature.

Stepping up further in the line, Rosé made her way back to your side as you briefly tutted at the sight of an eyeliner pen in her hand, a mini bottle of hairspray and three packs of eyelashes, “Don’t look at me like that!” She cried out with a pout as she fumbled to keep everything in her hands, “You know I can make that back in a heartbeat, not just on stage but online too!”

Right...not only was Rosé making out in her career as a soloist but she also had an Only Fans page which was admittedly very popular, you knew this because she had asked you a handful of times to be her photographer.

“Doesn’t mean you should.” You raised a brow before giggling at her expression as you lowered your gaze a little with a tiny smile, “Just please don’t ask me to take photos of your asshole again.”

“You’re a true friend for that.” Rosé puckered her lips before smiling as you both began fluttering with giggles as you shook your head. Your eyes briefly glancing back on your phone as your smile faltered a little.

“Hey…” Rosé perked a little at the shift in your voice as you tilted your head a little, feeling a little coy because you weren’t sure if Rosé would even have the answer you were looking for, “Has Yoongi always been...removed from the group?” You chose your words carefully as you watched her brows furrow a little.

She pressed her lips together briefly before she shrugged, “Can’t say for sure honestly. I mean, I’ve never really talked to him much outside of work. He tends to keep to himself, the only person he really talks to is Taehyung.” She pouted a little at that, “Which is totally unfair! I’m still working on trying to get Yoongi to loosen up. He’s a sharp one. Is there a reason you’re asking?”

You frowned a little looking back at your phone, “Well...It’d be easier if you just read it.” You typed in the passcode on your phone before handing it to her. Noticing you both were next in line to pay as you stepped up to the counter, offering a timid smile to the worker as she rang you up.

Rosé paid next as she handed your phone back to you, walking out of the store her nose wrinkled a little, “That seems weird.” She commented, “I mean. Direct and just...odd...Hmmm.” She let out a hum before she snorted, “Maybe he just wants to fuck now that Jungkook is temporarily out of the picture.”

“Rosé!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” She giggled, knowing that was a horrendous joke but watching your lips quiver and your obvious flustered state was too good to resist not making. Your lips quirked into an inevitable pout, trying to not let her words bother you, not so much her joking about Yoongi as she had unintentionally about Jungkook.

Jungkook wasn’t gone he….You wrapped your arms around yourself pushing your thoughts away as you shook your head, “Hornyness aside!” You coughed harshly as you glared at her a little in that semi playful way, “I think what he wants to talk about is...Actually everything going on with Jungkook...He’s alluded to knowing stuff about the situation for a while now. Ever since the police showed up to Cherry after the murder he encouraged me to distance myself from him…”

“What!?” Rosé’s nose wrinkled as you sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you began to recall your brief yet impactful conversation with Yoongi the night the police had come. His words about it being dangerous and how it would be best if you stayed with your parents for a few weeks.

You wanted to scoff at his words now, look what had happened even with you here? There was no telling what would have happened if you hadn’t been. Jungkook being taken probably wouldn’t have even gotten reported today and you would’ve only just now been called and unable to do anything all the way from Kimhae.

Rosé only shook her head warily as she said, “Things just don’t add up anymore...Guess the only way you’ll know is when you talk to him. I can’t believe things used to be so uncomplicated.” You slumped a little at her words. She was right about one thing, you’d just have to see what Yoongi had to say.

You felt nervous to say the least, your stomach had tied itself into an uneasy knot the further the clock ticked to Cherry Bomb opening up, Rosé had dropped you off an hour ago and told you to just rest and you had listened to her, having slept the only time until rolling out of bed a few minutes ago, resisting the urge to cry when you first opened your eyes to a vacant bed.

Your hands had trembled as you prepped your bag and the silence in the apartment was too suffocating, you had been too used to Jungkook’s constant flow of interaction, whether he was playing music too loud or calling out your name in question of something, or his arms wrapping around you and his chin setting on your shoulder as you’d whine and complain about him being too heavy to move around with.

Now everything felt empty.

The moment you would see Jungkook again, and whether it was blind faith or a resistance to a bitter end, you were sure you would, you would wrap your arms around him and never let him go again. You’d usher those words you used to be too scared to tell him, and more than anything, you just wanted to be in his embrace while he held you tight and reciprocated those same feelings he always did. Taking a shaking breath you placed your bag over your shoulder before you began to make your way to Cherry Bomb. It was still closed but everyone had been coming in early to get warmed up, do hair and make up, go over sound check and everything in between. You hadn’t been getting there this early the whole week, but with Yoongi wanting to talk, you wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to do everything that was needed for tonight.

Arriving at Cherry Bomb was the same as ever, the sketchy alleyway to the left didn’t look so scary in the warm evening light and the old vacant convient store next door was still empty as ever and yet Cherry Bomb stood in between, the least suspecting of them all. You opened the entry door which was vacant of bodyguards who would not be here for another forty five minutes and given the entryway was dim nobody would assume how much hustle and bustle was inside.

Everything was in regular lighting making it look much less sensual then it would be typically seen and you had seen some girls piled out on the floor where others were setting up tables as they stretched and warmed up, others running around with their friends having too much fun but then again, this was typically a fun week for most. You felt semi cautious as you approached the bar which only held Taehyung who was restocking liquor and rearranging glasses and mugs, “Hey...do you know where Yoongi is?” You asked as you peered a little, setting your bag on the counter as he whirled around his brows cocked a little.

“Yoongi?” Taehyung hummed, “I think he headed to the sound booth to help them set up the speaker system. I can help if you need something.” Taehyung was ever the sweetheart as he offered a dorky smile.

His smile brought a warm boyish comfort to your chest that eased your tension as you shook your head, “Oh no, I just needed to ask him something, thanks though.” You dipped your head a little in a bow of thanks as Taehyung waved you off. Sound booth...You huffed a little as you rubbed your neck, that was placed behind the stage wall if you were correct?

You had never had a reason to go back there before therefore you had never bothered checking it out, but you had heard enough and had been working here long enough that you were positive it was there. Stepping up the staircase you walked across the stage that had a few staff members sweeping down the floor and clearing it off, bowing in apology to them as you awkwardly smiled before going backstage.

Much to your delight, there was a shut door labelled sound booth, opening it up your eyes squinted a little at all the monitors in the room, it was considerably small but this must’ve been where all the security footage was as well as you looked at the screens where you could see a plentiful of people in the main lounge.

“You can shut the door.” You jumped at Yoongi’s focused voice, he had bulky headphones on, one side pulled off to listen as he stared down at the screen, clicking on various things before he held a button down, “Alright starting stereo system now, lemme know how it works.” He pressed down on a button with a harsh tap before he twisted around in the computer chair, gesturing for you to sit in the seat beside him.

You closed the door before looking around the dark room, it was just him in here and you, sitting down you hummed, “I didn’t realize you worked backstage…”

“I don’t,” Yoongi spoke, as he clicked through a few tabs on the computer, “But I am familiar with working sound systems so anytime they run into problems here I volunteer to help out, anything to get away from the drunks crying about their divource at the bar.”

Your lips quirked a little in amusement, that queasy feeling in your stomach beginning to settle at his dry humor as you shuffled to get comfortable in your seat as silence set between you both before you finally spoke, “So...you wanted to talk…?” You curled up as you twisted your chair to face him.

He collapsed back in his seat as he mirrored you with a nod, “Well I’m sure you have questions and since you went in to give a testimony this morning, now would be the best time to give you answers before the police set whatever little plan they have into motion.”

You tilted your head at his words, Yoongi was being awfully...relaxed...given how he had been acting previously during the last few weeks, you noted his disdain when he mentioned the police though and briefly it reminded you of something, “I do… have questions,” You coughed a little, unsure of why you prolonged your sentence, “I…” You tucked your tongue into your cheek as you sighed, “I guess my first would be why are you involved in this in the first place? I mean, with all the unsolicited advice and constantly looking like you know more than you let on? I’m just...confused where you stand.” You frowned a little as you played with your fingers, your eyes unable to stay on his piercing figure as they landed back on your hands.

Yoongi was silent for a moment before he snorted, “Okay short question for a really complicated answer.” He hummed, typing in something on the monitor before he swiveled his chair a little to look back at you, “Too put it briefly, I stand with myself. At least that’s how I used to feel,” He sighed somewhat agitated, “I’ve been working under Cherry Bomb the longest out of everyone, I’ve seen people come and I’ve seen people go, I’ve watched the establishment go through lows and highs and even up to this point where it’s been put under the public’s eyes over something that I knew would eventually happen here.”

You found yourself, almost fascinated by Yoongi, by the way he drew out his sentences and he leaned back in his chair, his eyes on the monitor but it looked as if he was seeing past them and into the distant past, “Do you know why Cherry Bomb was affiliated with Seasonella?”

Yoongi’s dark piercing eyes looked down into the depths of your soul and for some reason, his words made a pit in your stomach drop, as if something horrible had happened, and whether or not you or Jungkook had done anything, this would have always been the end result.

“No...I’ve only heard vague rumors…” You mumbled, knowing he hadn’t answered your question but in some way, it seemed like this was necessary for him to explain everything in a way you’d understand.

Yoongi hummed, his eyes lingering on the shut door before he spoke, “I used to be a broker for the Friar’s,” Your lips dropped at his casual words, “I was one of the first links they had here in Korea and they had sent me here. To Cherry Bomb, to find clientele to help build their ring up in the underworld.”

His nose wrinkled a little as he paused, as if waiting to hear some form of backlash, as if waiting for you to start screaming at him, or to cry and blame him for everything that had happened thus far. But he only watched your brows furrow as you tilted your head as if trying to truly comprehend his words, “At the time I had been getting tired of the whole gig, it was good money but it just wasn’t worth it to me anymore. I was undercover at the time, just staying as a bartender and trying to weasel my way into management but I eventually dropped the Friars during this process.”

Your lips quivered a little at his words making him laugh, and for the first time, you watched a genuine smile curl on Yoongi’s lips, “It was all business, I made up an excuse that would lead them to believe it was for health reasons that I couldn’t continue my work. Diego was forgiving about it and let it go but mentioned if I ever wanted to do business he’d be happy to oblige.”

You frowned as he waited, as if suspecting you to have a question which you did, “If...you retired from being a broker....then how did Cherry Bomb get involved in Seasonella?” You frowned, remembering his previous words and how neither of these statements line up.

Yoongi smiled somewhat weakly, pausing as he looked back at the screen, you could hear a voice filtering through his headphones before he tapped the shift button on his keyboard, “Got it, let me adjust the bass and reverb. Alright, if there's more static we can keep adjusting.” He let go of the button as he scrolled on his mouse before going back to his relaxed position.

Yoongi was in thought for a moment before he spoke carefully, “I’m sure you’ve heard rumors but, Cherry Bomb hasn’t exactly been in the best state financially, right” You nodded, you had heard from the moment you stepped into the building as a trainee, “Well, you can imagine this, except even worse back when Cherry first opened. It was unsanitary, the dancers were leaving because people weren’t coming, people weren’t coming because the dancers were leaving. It was a pretty pathetic sight. Bang ended up going into debt to shark loans in order to try and keep things up and running.”

You pulled your knees up to your chest as you listened to Yoongi’s words, he was oddly soft spoken person, his voice almost soothing to listen to as he explained, “The money kept the lights on and drinks coming but that was about all it did and now Bang had an even bigger problem, he’s in debt to shark loans and it’s not like he could afford it before let alone now. It ended up making things even worse.”

“So one night, I’m closing up shop and Bang comes to me drunk as I’d ever seen him and he’s just begging me for money, he’s got snot running down his nose just looking purely pathetic,” You tried to stifle a giggle as Yoongi’s humored words, “Bang says he’s willing to do anything to keep this place running. And I mean anything.” Yoongi waved his hand a little, his expression becoming a little more subtle, “And listen, I had gotten out of the business of being a broker yeah? I enjoy a quiet life now, but I felt bad for this guy and I mean bad. So I did the only thing I thought would be the best and least damaging option for him.”

You frowned a little as Yoongi lowered his gaze a little, his expression not showing out right guilt but definitely a sense of stoic remorse, “I gave him Diego Friar’s information and told him if he was truly an idiot and that desperate, he’d be able to help. My only request was that he kept my name out of his mouth.”

“And he did…?” Your lips twisted into a sad frown as you set your chin on your knee, your arms wrapped around your thighs.

Yoongi sighed as he nodded, “Apparently he was that desperate, and so Diego fixed this whole place up, Bang wasn’t used to dealing with people like this before and in some ways, I’m not surprised he didn’t fully understand the fine print. The deal was simple, Diego would pay off Bang’s loans and help him get this place up and running and Bang would allow his establishment and girls to go to Seasonella for entertainment, what he didn’t know was that during this time Diego would also pluck trainee’s and fillers for their trafficking ring during Seasonella to grow the ring for his clientele.”

“After Bang realized this it was too late,” Yoongi’s smile turned somewhat bitter as he stared down at the ground, “When Bang said he didn’t want anything to do with it and wanted out of the deal it all went downhill and it was too late to go back. Diego threatened to leak that Bang was now by definition a trafficker and could get him in jail for life if he didn’t keep the supply up and now Bang didn’t have a choice but to keep going to Seasonella under blackmail if he didn’t want to be leaked as a supplier. He hired Sejin to manage everyone and basically keep the whole place up and running now. I hardly ever see him anymore, I think he wanted to distance himself as much as possible with Cherry since the incident.”

That....you rubbed your head, that would make sense. You understood that Bang was technically the owner of Cherry Bomb, but you hadn’t seen him not once before, Sejin was always the boss and he was constantly on the phone or running around keeping girls from tearing each other apart. At some point, you just associated him with being the main owner of Cherry Bomb despite only being the manager.

“So to answer your question,” Yoongi smiled weakly, and suddenly it hit you, why his expression reminded you of something earlier. Not something but of someone, Yoongi almost looked the same way Jungkook did, when he told you his affiliation with KOI, and for some reason, it made you sad, “I used to be involved in all of this but...I prefer a quiet life, truthfully he was so drunk at the time, I didn’t think he’d even remember any of it. I can’t help but feel like all of this is my fault to some degree sometimes….”

Yoongi sighed as he offered a wary yet amused expression, “But I’m sure you aren’t here to listen to me act like a victim. Now that you’ve gone to the police with this, I want to be involved. I personally never felt comfortable having the Friar’s influence in our club and it was difficult to just leave, especially after everyone came to join…” Yoongi looked mildly annoyed as he scoffed, “But I didn’t want to get involved with anyone in case the Friar’s came around looking for leverage on me to work for them again. Which never happened but they're really annoying. You agree yeah?”

You collapsed back in your chair as you sighed with a mildly disturbed expression, “Hell yeah…”

“That’s the spirit,” Yoongi looked amused, “And so I wanted to talk to you about everything, from the moment the Friar’s got involved, to me wanting to help out. I know KOI’s movements because back when I was the one that introduced them to the Friar’s way back when. I still have people on the inside which is how I’m familiar with Jungkook and Rosé’s ties. That and of course overhearing them on certain occasions. It pays to be a bartender sometimes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words shaking your head as you now felt comfortable knowing Yoongi didn’t have any ill intentions towards you or Jungkook but rather the opposite, “So I’m assuming your on standby until the SPD give you a call, and when they do, we’re gonna go together and hear them out.”

You frowned a little at his words, “How are you gonna convince the police to let you in on a confidential plan?”

“I’ll tell them I used to work in KOI and I’m collectively positive I know where they’re keeping Jungkook.” Yoongi looked at you with a cocky expression as you nearly jumped out of your seat with a cry.

“What!? You…! You know where Jungkook is at!?” You looked over his expression desperately, trying to see if this was some cruel prank, why hadn’t he said this earlier!?

Yoongi looked cool as he leaned back in his seat with a stretch, “Well I don’t know for sure. But back when I met with KOI they had a temporary docking station they used as a sort of base, it was Friar territory but given they began working together Diego gave them his grace to use it despite them not being big enough to actually settle in Seoul. Because of that, I can only assume they’re still using this place as a...safe house for a lack of better term.”

Your lips trembled a little as your fists curled in your lap, you could only hope Yoongi’s assumption was right because...what use was a plan if they couldn’t actually use it? “Besides...Jungkook wasn’t the only one who was worried about possibly getting arrested.” He shrugged, a sly smirk on his face as he shrugged, “I’m glad you volunteered him to test the water, if I keep it vague I doubt they’ll ask too many questions. I’ve been in worse situations before.”

“I’d be willing to believe it.” You sighed as you rubbed your head, “Alright, you can come. I’ll let you know the moment Alex calls.” Nodding, for the first time since this morning you felt a little sliver of hope that maybe, Jungkook would come back to you.

“Good, now you should probably go get ready, we’re gonna be opening in a half an hour.” Yoongi nodded towards the door as you mirrored him, standing up as you wrapped your hands around yourself before exiting the room. Now all that's left to do, was wait for Alex to give you the call.

You listened to music while prepping your hair and makeup the whole time, you had chosen to sit in the filler’s vanity room today because you simply didn’t want to be alone. You gazed up in the mirror intending on putting on the false eyelash you had been blowing on to get the glue tacky when your eyes met with a familiar face that made you deflate somewhat. Your eyes fluttering back to your eyelash as you intently blow on it again before leaning towards the mirror and carefully placing it on.

Fully aware of Seulgi sitting in the chair next to you as you used the tweezers to press the corner of the lash down, that was always a bitch to get to stay on. Your headphones were still in and you weren’t sure what she had expected here but you really weren’t in the mental state to be dealing with whatever she wanted to talk about right now.

Straightening up you placed glue onto the other lash intently, your brows crinkled a little as you tried to make sure you didn’t fuck it up like your last pair where a glue bubble completely covered over the actual eyelashes and matted together. You jolted at your earbuds suddenly being yanked from your ears and your mouth flying open in disbelief at how aggressive your ex friend was being.

“What the hell!” You cried out, your lips parted and you didn’t want to engage in conflict but she was really starting to piss you off! What was she even trying to defend these days? Her stance that this ‘wasn’t you’ or that ‘Jungkook was using you’, she changed it so often you didn’t even want to hear it anymore! Her bullshit story wasn’t adding up or making sense, it was pathetic.

“You were ignoring me!” Seulgi immediately spat out pulling the earbuds away as you reached out for them, your jaw clenching and your eyes narrowed at her filed nails that clutched your source of music, “We need to talk, you haven’t replied to any of my messages or anything!”

“Do I look like I wanna talk right now?” You snapped, your voice low and your brows furrowed as you snatched the earbuds away from her, scoffing as you looked down at the eyelash glue covering the actual lashes. Unbridled rage could practically be shooting steam through your ears at the sight as you kept yourself composed, only able to manage a, “You made me fuck up my lash.” You sighed as you deflated, angrily flicking it off your finger tip as it fluttered to the counter as you peeled off the one you had just put on, glad that the glue had at least not fully dried yet.

“Seulgi,” You sighed, not having the energy to argue with her as you dug through her bag, “I’m not sure if you’ve heard or not, but I have a lot of shit going on right now that takes precedence over talking to you. I’m sorry,” You looked up at her, genuine exhaustion on your face as your lips quirked a little and your expression dim, “I don’t wanna sound like a bitch, but the world doesn’t revolve around you. My world, doesn't revolve around you.” Sadness washed over your expression as you pulled out the spare pair of lashes from your bag, “Not anymore.”

“I’m not asking for the world to revolve around me! What type of perception do you even have of me god,” Seulgi scoffed as she leaned back in her chair, staring at you disbelief as you opened the pack of lashes and once again, clipped them before trying this once more, “I’m asking for you to be a decent person and just sit down and talk to me.”

“You tried to fuck my boyfriend!” You yelled louder then you had intended too, gaining a few stares from other fillers before they immediately began whispering and causing Seulgi’s gaze to immediately fly to her nails as if they were suddenly fascinating, “Seriously, what the fuck Seulgi!” You cried out, hurt oozing from your voice as you looked up at her in disbelief yourself, “Why didn’t you tell me you liked him!”

“I didn’t think I had to worry about it!” Seulgi cried out back, her jaw clenched and you couldn’t even look at the gloss in her eyes, partly because you felt like she had no right to act like a victim but partly because it also hurt. Had Seulgi just told you...you...you probably wouldn’t have accepted Jungkook’s offer and you would’ve just stood back afar to cheer her on, “How was I supposed to know you were going to find your confidence awakening at a stripper audition!” She scoffed, her voice bubbling with upset as if she was trying not to cry, “And not only that but to lap dance Jungkook, seriously? It’s like you just wanted his attention.”

Your jaw clenched, your hands shaking a little as you pressed the lash once more to your lash line, fixing it as silence ensued between you both and you could see Seulgi shift slightly uncomfortable as you had yet to reply.

Finishing the lash clacked your lips together as you scoffed, “Seulgi...you wanna know my problem? It’s that you’re acting like a victim and trying to make it sound like I intentionally sabotaged you. When, if you remember correctly, you knew how insecure and shy I was and purposely volunteered me to audition just to see if I’d make an ass out of myself!” Hurt lit through your voice and you could feel your own eyes trying to blur.

Yes, that was right. You could remember Seulgi’s snickering tone, the same one she’d use when she’d go out of her way to embarrass someone she didn’t like. You had just been in denial at the time because Seulgi was your childhood friend and she’d never do that to you? Would she? But it was now just a bitter reality that your friendship with her was never the way you had perceived it to be.

“I-! I didn’t do that!” Seulgi stammered, her face a little red but you could tell by her flusteredness that she was trying to backtrack from past mistakes that she could no longer redeem, not anymore, “I…! I didn’t even think I liked him at the time, okay!?” Her voice trembled and tears were now glossing in her eyes as you looked away from her as you only shook your head, beginning to place the next lash on carefully, “B-but the closer you two got the more it just…! It just didn’t make sense! When would you ever- g-go for a guy like that!?”

Pressing the corner of the lash on with your tweezers your lips twitched with upset at the memory of your conversation about it with Jungkook, “Oh yeah, you only just begged for his phone number the first two weeks and then immediately spammed him with explicit photos as soon as he gave it to you. You know it sounds like you already liked him before and you just never bothered to tell me because you didn’t think I was a ‘threat’ or better yet you wanted me to make an ass out of myself at that audition so Jungkook would never talk to me!”

Seulgi only looked more and more embarrassed as this conversation continued and you truly didn’t have an ounce of sympathy, these were all of her actions she had done behind your back and if she liked Jungkook, and knew you were his trainee and saw with her own eyes, all the flirting that went on, she should have straight out told you. You were not the type of friend who would’ve ever blown her off!

It just wasn’t fair for her to make it out to be like you had known about her crush on Jungkook and you purposely auditioned just after her and purposely lap danced Jungkook with the intention to sleep with him and purposely took advantage of the opportunity of being his trainee. She made it sound like you were a total bitch that ruined her love life just for the sick pleasure of knowing you could!

You weren’t sure whether to be insulted or saddened at her narrative now, “And you wanna know what really sucks Seulgi?” Your voice bubbled as you tried to keep it level, “When I told you about becoming a temporary soloist you went behind my back and told everyone because? Why?” You shook your head, blinking back the tears in your eyes, it was the first betrayal that had stung the most.

In fact, that was the first moment, everything had become clear to you, when she had done that knowing how much of a hard time everyone had been giving you in particular, “Why did you do that? What have I ever done to you, for you to do any of this? Because after that you then decided to talk about my private problems to Jungkook and tried to call me psychotic? What was that? Out of some desperate attempt to sabotage what I had with him just so you could fuck him then get bored in two weeks?”

“...Listen I know I’ve fucked up okay…” Seulgi’s lips were trembling and you couldn’t look at her now, so devastated that she wasn’t even trying to cover up her actions anymore.

You were really happy you had already set your foundation because warm tears were trickling down your cheeks as you stared at her in disbelief, having to say all of these things while looking her in the eyes, only made it that much more painfully real by her expression, that everything you said was real, and Jungkook hadn’t been lying at all.

You wanted to laugh in bitterness, remembering some of his first words to you, was that he didn’t like lying, and that he’d rather be honest.

In some twisted way, you had hoped, Jungkook had been lying, it’d be easier to get mad at him and work things out because you loved him, but you didn’t love Seulgi, you were far past the point of return of wanting to fix things now. The wounds were too deep and they piled up too much.

Seulgi looked down at her hands, tears of her own shedding as she lowered her head in shame, “I was always jealous of you,” She whispered out making you scoff a little in disbelief as you looked at her, a wet trail of tears on your cheeks despite your furrowed brows, “You have no idea how charming you are to literally everyone,” She rolled her eyes bitterly as she curled up in her chair, her lips twitching in anger, “Oh it’s little shy Y/n isn’t she just a doll? You always had a presence in every single room we ever entered in and you almost made every single guy go batshit crazy with that stupid fucking shy baby act. And meanwhile I was always told well if you were just more like Y/n, if you could be more like her, if you acted more like her, you know how fucking furious I was?” She whispered in utter rage, “When I saw Jungkook that day...and I was so excited to see him, and the girl he picked...Was you?” She said it with such a deep bite of venom and disgust as she clenched her fists.

Tears spilt down your cheeks in remorse, at the sting and bite of her words, at her deep wounded bitterness towards you that had obviously been there long before yours, you weren’t just shocked. You were utterly devastated.

“I had been trying to get his attention for weeks, and you just waltzed in, and suddenly you were his trainee, and the center of his whole fucking world,” She snapped her fingers, “Just like that. For once in my life, I just wanted to be picked. And maybe that does make me a bitch. But I just wanted Jungkook to look at me the way he always looked at you.” Her lips trembled and it was a familiar look of heartbreak on her face as she spilt tears of her own consolation, “I thought he was different. I thought he liked an actual woman, someone who wouldn’t be silenced, someone that had a voice and wasn’t afraid to speak it.”

Seulgi was speaking, but all you could hear was how she truly felt about you. You didn’t care that she was in love with Jungkook, you didn’t care about how inadequate she felt. You cared that she used you, to unleash all her own anger and insecurity on you. It was clear, you both felt wildly different about one another.

“Do you even hear yourself right now?” You laughed, hurt evident in your tone as she looked up at you, but all you saw was anger that you felt wasn’t warranted at you, you didn’t deserve to be put under her microscope like this! “You were the one that always pulled guys left and right! You had friends with everyone in a hundred mile radius and the moment you had something better to do, you felt no remorse in just dropping me.” Your lips were trembling and tears slid down your face as you tried to hold back a sob, “A-and I guess it makes sense now, because it’s clear you only ever kept me around to just use me as something to make yourself feel better! All the times you made sure to let every single guy know that I snored in my sleep or the embarrassing moments I had the day before or laughing with your other friends when I’d say something stupid.”

Your heart surely couldn’t take anymore stress as you closed your eyes, a trembled soft sob escaping you as you wept, “You made me endure your insecurities for years! While I....” You could hardly even speak, unable to even stare up into the pure electricity of hatred intensifying in her eyes, “I thought we were friends, best friends, sisters. Through every embarrassing moment I still cheered you on when you did cheer for the football team! I was always excited every time you called to tell me in graphic detail how you got laid, I admired how you could use your voice and how confident you were. And- and you….”

“See this is what I can’t fucking stand about you!” Seulgi growled as she ran a hand through her hair, “Every moment you can’t get your way or some disagrees with you, you just resort to fucking tears and a sob story! You are so emotionally manipulative it’s not even funny! You’re right Y/n, there’s no point in us even talking.” Her jaw was clenched and her gaze fiery, “I can’t even stand fucking looking at you anymore. I knew from the moment we were in middle school and everyone was in awe at how shy you were over that stupid fucking dance that I hated you! I only ever kept you around because you were such a pathetic lost puppy without any guidance.”

“If you’re just gonna be a bitch, go do it where you can’t embarrass yourself.” It was another familiar voice, Chan Hee stood behind you both but her lip lifted a little as she lifted her chin back with a scoff.

Seulgi looked even more scornful then before her lips twitching violently but whatever she wanted to say was held back before she hurriedly got up and left.

You could only stare at your lap as you sniffled, closing your eyes as tears trickled down your face, hurt oozing from you in a way you had never thought could be possible before. The dressing room was just as bustling as ever, though you were sure a few fillers had quieted just to get a scoop on the latest gossip. You genuinely couldn’t believe everything you just heard from Seulgi...your whole friendship...everything…

You lowered your head in mourning as you ushered soft tears, Chan Hee clacked her tongue as she sat in Seulgi’s previous spot, a look of pity on her face as she leaned back in her chair, “Seems stupid to ask, but are you good? She was kind of a dick to put you in that position.”

Your shoulders bobbed and you managed a nod, “T-thank you…” Your lips trembled as you closed your eyes, taking a long deep breath as you mumbled, “Are my lashes still on?”

You looked up at Chan Hee from the thick falsies and for the first time you saw a genuine smile on her plump lips. It was a beautiful even, her hair had grown longer in the last months and had reached her shoulders now and her bangs now covered her eyebrows. She snorted a laugh as she grabbed your chin, making it lift a little as her nose wrinkled a little, “It’s a little crooked,” She inspected as she grabbed the abandoned tweezer you had out.

Her eyes focused on the lash as she hummed, “I used to think like her, you know? I’m sure it was pretty evident to you when we first met, yeah?” You nodded a little only for her to squeeze your chin, making you obediently still once more as she finished fixing the lash.

Pulling a tissue out of the boxes they had set out, she dabbed up the tears that trickled down your face, “I was a pretty bitter bitch,” She puffed a breath and she sounded even a little amused by her own words, “But after...what happened, at Seasonella…” She frowned a little, her eyes dim at the dark memory before she focused once more on dabbing just under your eyes, “And the fact that I had been such a bitch to you, and you still helped me...It made me realize, I’d rather girls be my friends, then my enemies. I’d much rather have their love and affection, than the validation of men.”

“And look where that mindset has got me now?” Chan Hee offered a closed mouth smile as she began fixing up your utterly destroyed face, using the makeup you had out at her own liberty as she began to reapply your foundation, “I stopped prostituting myself out not for the money but out of the toxic need to know I was enough, I have a better control on my binge eating now and I even start therapy soon. Take it from me Y/n,” Her lips curled a little in sadness, “It’s a lot easier to be angry then it is to heal.”

You sniffled a little as you closed your eyes, “Congratulations on therapy,” Your eyes still watery as you opened them, “...could probably use some of that myself after all of this is over.” You mumbled. Chan Hee was right, it was easier to be angry and bitter than it was to take the time to sort through feelings, to go through the hurt once again but to process it and let it heal. It sucked. But it still shook you, it still made you sad, you still felt betrayal and you knew, it would be a long time, before that feeling faded.

“Dahyun said there wasn’t any shame in seeking help,” Chan Hee hummed, reminiscing in her tone, her eyes lingering on the blonde who was currently talking to their other friend...Sana? If you remembered correctly? “...I’m dropping out of SSU.”

“What!?” You perked up, leaning away from the makeup brush as you stared at Chan Hee as if she was insane, because she was...She was in the lead by a long shot! You nor anyone else could possibly catch up at this rate, “You! You’re gonna win! Why…?” You shook your head as you trailed off.

Chan Hee puckered her lips a little as she nodded, as if accepting your confusion as she set down the makeup brush, a small smile tugging on her face as she spoke, “Ever since I was a little girl...I used to dream of living in Paris,” Her expression looked so soft, even girlish as she snorted a little, “I wanted to eat croissants every day, walking under the Eiffel Tower, eat soups and stews all day, every day.”

You looked at her, listening intently as she looked down somewhat bashfully, “An old friend who lives there now recently reconnected with me and I have the opportunity to audition for the Moulin Rouge...And I think I’m gonna go for it.” She nodded, lifting her chin up with determination, “And I’m gonna ask Dahyun to come there with me, so we can eat all the food we want and be together.” Your lips curled into a tiny smile at the way she beamed towards Dahyun in confidence, “Where all of this stuff with Cherry Bomb...it can just all be behind us, a fresh start you know?”

You nodded, lowering your gaze softenly, “I totally understand, congratulations on it! I’m sure you’ll make it in, you always strike everyone’s eye anywhere you go,” You rolled your eyes a little playfully as you giggled alongside her, “Thank you...seriously...I...I needed to hear that.”

Chan Hee tapped your nose with the makeup brush before she set it down with a smile, “I should be the one thanking you, if you hadn’t helped me that night, there’s no telling what destructive path I would’ve spiraled down. I was just packing up my things at the vanity when I overheard what was going on. Honestly, I’m cheering for you Y/n I…” She gave a semi wary smile, “I think I understand why Jungkook chose you at the audition. Good luck.” She gave you one last smile before she stood up, “Now, I have to go ask someone to be my girlfriend.” Your lips curled into a smile as you watched her walk away with determination right to Dahyun.

Looking in the mirror you smiled a little, despite your red eyes Chan Hee had fixed your makeup splendidly and it was a good thing because Sejin had just yanked the door open calling your name saying you’d need to be backstage in five.

You pulled on your outer clothes as you took a deep breath, it was a good thing nobody would be focusing on your face, otherwise they’d probably see how much you truly did look like shit, even with two layers of makeup on your face. Grabbing your heels you took a breath, making your way out of the room just in time to hear a loud squeal.

The sight of Dahyun’s teary eyes and her big nod before you watched the two girls immediately sharing a tender embrace with one another suddenly made your eyes watery again. You knew what that felt like, you could only hope you’d be able to feel it again. Still, the smile stayed on your face, knowing that they would be happy together in Paris.

Your performance went off without a single hitch surprisingly enough. Perhaps it was your old mindset kicking in, it was easy to perform because you didn’t have to think about what happened with Seulgi, or if Jungkook was okay, or if Alex would call you soon. You had to focus purely within that moment of each move. And those three and a half minutes were both blissful and exhausting.

By the time you got off stage you were heaving breaths as you kicked off your heels, had you been this tired before the performance? It felt like the world was slowly turning and your body was getting heavier and heavier with each step and like the floor was slowly beginning to work back and forth.

Setting down your heels you collapsed back in your seat, closing your eyes. You were too tired to even move right now and you had to go home now...You needed to make dinner and...It felt like your body was like a brick sinking deeper and deeper into the calm ocean of unconsciousness.

The only thing that brought you out of this abyss was the loud shrill of a ring making your body jolt and your hands fumble frantically as your heartrate suddenly spiked, digging for your phone as you answered the call, “Hello?”

“Y/n! I have good news, we have a consensus made and we’re meeting first thing tomorrow. We’re gonna get Jungkook back.”

Note: ONE CHAPTER LEFT LETS GOOOOO, I’m so excited for our last climax chapter, if all goes to plan there will be an epilogue (or maybe a chapter 29 depending if i can properly split it because it is kinda long...) and I am SO excited!

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Swing to the Stars

this fic swap is for @reidgraygubler ... I really hope you like it, shadow :)

A/N: AAAAH! this is my first fic swap and I’M SO EXCITED!!!!

Summary: Spencer meets someone in his little hiding spot, and desperately hopes to see them again.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader

Category: fluff with a dash of angst

Content Warnings: mentions of Maeve & William Reid, talk of a case involving teens, mentions of bullying, mentions of guns and pepper spray (not used)

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Word Count: 2.4K

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The first time I climbed that treacherous hill, dirtying my converse for all to see what my night activities truly consisted of, I was alone. I enjoyed it like that, I came here by myself, and I intended to keep it that way. When I sat on the swing dangling by two dangerously flimsy ropes, I thought how ridiculously large the slap of wood used to make it was. My elbows were bent a little over a 90 degree angle just to reach both sides, but I never thought past it. I had other things on my mind that night.

I thought about my mom. I knew she would have loved a secluded, little space like this. She would’ve probably read to me here, using different voices that held deep emotion to convey each story with a precise amount of dedication and love. Each story to her was special, and I silently thank her every day for passing that trait down to me.

Unfortunately, if I thought about my mom, I thought about my dad. William was never a kind man, and I could pride myself on one thing; I would never be like him. He didn’t deserve to know a place like this. It was too serene, too beautiful to house a man so willing to abandon the two people who should’ve been the most important to him. I was glad he would never get the chance to sit on this swing.

I thought about my family. How Garcia would jump with excitement at the prospect of having a picnic overlooking the city, yet quiet and missing the sounds of cars zooming by or overlapping chatter. I thought about JJ, and how Henry would beg her to push him in the swing, because to a little kid, it was perfect. He didn’t look at the frayed rope and fear that it would snap. I hope he never starts to fear the world like that.

The second time I found myself back at the bottom of the hill, I made it halfway to the top before seeing a couple getting up from the swing they were sitting together on. I realized then why it was so comically large; it was meant for two people. Thankfully when I reached the top only half out of breath, the two were starting their descent to where I came from.

This time when I sat down, I thought about Maeve. I would’ve brought her here, shared the little secret corner of the world I built for myself. She would’ve loved something like this, and I know if life wasn’t so cruel, and I was given the chance to show her, we would’ve talked for hours. So that’s what I did that time; I talked to Maeve. To anyone else, I probably looked like a crazy person talking to himself, but much to my delight, not many people made the trip up the hill to find this place.

Now I go whenever I need a break from my mind, which unfortunately is more times than my schedule allows me to take that leisurely walk. I spend my nights sometimes after a particularly hard case there no matter the time, using the ropes that scratch my hands as my lifeline down to Earth. I watch the stars, screaming and cursing at the world in my head and waiting for the sky to respond. It never did, and the next case always came in the following morning.

This particular time that I found myself at the bottom of the grassy hill waiting to be climbed, the case I just returned from involved kids across the board. A teenage unsub was killing his fellow classmates that have wronged him. Unfortunately, the BAU had to witness his stressor recorded for the whole school to see. It involved vile insults being thrown at the young, defenseless boy only for the bullying to escalate to violence.

It was awful.

As I trudged up the hill with less excitement to look into the vast unknown than usual, I couldn’t stop thinking about the unsub. All he wanted in life was a friend, someone to talk to, laugh with, share memories together. No matter how wrong it was, I saw myself in him. Our souls held the same scars given to us by people who had no right to go digging for such a deep part of ourselves. If I didn’t make it, would I have turned out like him?

When I reached the top, completing my journey once again, I saw them. Sitting there, staring out into the sky, mimicking my thoughts to do the same on the jet ride home. I could only make out half their face lit up by the light casting down from the full moon, but I didn’t need to see more to know they were breathtaking.

I would have turned around to return home to nothing more than books reread thousands of times and stale coffee, but I already made the mistake of stepping on a rather large branch that broke in half. The crunch coming from their right immediately had them on edge, and reaching for their bag that I could only assume had some sort of weapon inside. I hope it was legal.

I felt terrible for breaking them from the trance they were in. They were deep in thought about something that was probably going to become a solution if I hadn't interrupted their musing.

“H-hi, I’m sorry to scare you. I didn’t expect anyone here this late. Not that you being here is a problem! I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I frantically shouted, although there was less distance between us than I originally thought, and probably seemed crazed by my volume level.

They just giggled at first, but upon seeing my distraught expression, their face turned more kind than humorous.

“That’s okay. I’m just glad I didn’t jump so fast to pepper spray you. That would definitely be the worst case scenario.” I let out a breath of relief for some reason. Here I was, in front of a total stranger thankful that their weapon of choice wasn’t a gun. I’ve been on the wrong end of too many during my years.

“Did you know Chemical Mace, more commonly known as pepper spray, was invented in the 1960s by a man named Alan Lee Litman and his wife Doris Litman at the time. Their reason was actually because one of Doris’s female coworkers was attacked and robbed, so they thought to create a nonlethal weapon with easy accessibility and use, considering not everyone is able to use a gun. It wasn’t until 1987 however that the Litman’s sold their creation to Smith and Wesson where it was mass produced and later sold to law enforcement.”

“Wow, I don’t think I did.” They laughed again, but something in my heart told me it wasn’t meant to come with malicious intent. “Do you do that a lot?”

“Do what?” I asked, even though I had some inclination of what they were referencing.

“Spout random facts. I’m not complaining, that was very cool, but I am fully intrigued.” They smiled again at me fondly, the kind of smile that left me a little breathless, even more so than the 45 degree incline I had to climb to find myself in front of them. There was nothing to convince me they weren’t authentic in every word they stated.

“I do it quite often, yes. It gets annoying after a while though.” It was true, I was told on many occasions that my rambling got old very fast. I suppose that’s what happens when you’re close to me for too long. I tend to stop being the awe-striking genius, and become the nagging, walking encyclopedia.

“I don’t see how that could become annoying.” It sounded sad coming from them, like I had insulted their oddity. I would never, and I was really hoping to find out what it was.

I had nothing further to say that would express my shock, and slight fondness over their praise, wary of its honesty even if it did come from them. I hadn’t known them for more than 4 minutes and 36 seconds, but it was enough to figure out that they weren’t a liar. It wasn’t from profiling either.

“You know, there is room for two people here if you wanted to join me. I’m sure you didn’t climb that hill for nothing.” They continued for me. If they noticed my surprise, they said nothing about it.

Usually, I would be skeptical of being in a close proximity with a stranger, but as I approached them carefully, even if their hand was no longer reaching for mace, I felt the passing between our eyes. It was as if we had shared every part of ourselves with eye contact, and as crazy as it sounds, I felt the somber thoughts that lingered from their previous reflections.

So I sat down, grabbing onto only one of the scratchy ropes, and enjoying the way I could rest my elbow against my side now that I was using the swing to its fullest potential. I stopped caring about the probability of the ropes snapping under our combined body weight. The worst that could possibly happen was I bruised my tailbone a little bit, but I wouldn’t care past the initial embarrassment. At least I had someone to show that with.

“Do you ever think about what’s out there?” They asked once I was settled on the wood slab as comfortably as I could muster. Being boney didn’t necessarily help. Before I could answer, they continued. “I can tell you’re a man of science, if the fact dump wasn’t any indicator, but I mean beyond the facts, and the known.”

“No, I don’t think about it.” It was a lie, I think about it every time I’m here, but I wanted nothing more in this moment than to know how they saw the stars.

“I do. Quite frequently, actually. I mean, I’ve read every book there ever was about the stars and space, but there is still no answer to my question.”

“What question?” I had to know.

“What’s exactly written in the stars,” they replied, using their hands to showcase the sky above us. I sat back and thought for a while. Like the books they’ve read, I too didn’t have the response to their question. God, how I wish I did.

I don’t know how long we sat there quietly. One of the perks of total darkness in the dead of night is that the moon couldn’t tell time the way the sun did. We got lost in the cosmos together, contemplating sharing our own troubled thoughts with each other. It would have felt right if we did, but alas, the ringing of my cell phone dropped a pin in our reflections.

“I- I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I rushed out before standing up and accepting the incoming call from Penelope. I knew it was a case before her bubbly voice rang through my celular. I allowed the disappointment to bleed through my tone when I told her I would be back at the BAU shortly, hoping that the small release of the emotion would be enough to ward it off in time to turn back around.

It didn’t.

They were already looking at me expectantly when I made my way back to the swing, bending down to retrieve my satchel I had abandoned on the ground. The amount of guilt on my face must have been enough to tell them I had to leave abruptly, despite the fact that the only thing I wanted to do was stay for even just a second.

“That’s okay,” they spoke softly, giving me a tight lipped smile. “We’ll see each other again.”

“How do you know?” I couldn’t help but be skeptical. Life never did work out in my favor. They looked up at the sky once more before answering.

“Just a feeling.” I let a full grin break out at their response, the first one I’ve had when visiting this place. I turned around to start my journey back to the office where dark, and twisted things lurked behind manilla folders. Before starting my descent however, I spun around quickly, almost losing my footing and taking a tumble.

“Woah there tiger, don’t hurt yourself,” they giggled at me, one that I returned with my own breathy laugh.

“I just don’t know your name.” It baffled me a little bit that I hadn’t thought to ask before this, but they just gave me one last smile, tilting their head in faux contemplation.

“Ask me next time.” I will.

***

It’s been a year since I met them, and I haven’t seen them since. Not for a lack of trying however. After that case, I went there every night until a new one arose, this time taking me to Oregon. They hadn’t been back, and part of me wondered if it was because of me. Did I not try hard enough the first time? Should I have ignored my ringer until my phone had 5 missed calls from Penelope?

But then my eidetic memory swooped in to save me from going down that road, one of the only times it wasn’t the cause of my self destructive thoughts. Because while I replayed the conversation over in my head wondering where it went wrong, I remembered their eyes, and their smile.

I remembered what it felt like to sit with them, and thankfully that was enough to convince myself our meeting wasn’t in vain.

I never was the kind of man to believe in the universe. The whole notion that “everything happens for a reason,” felt like a lie created to somehow blame an external force on the chaos in one’s life. There were so many things in my life that had no reason for happening, and to blame that on anything or anyone but myself would be a cheap excuse of a way out.

But for some odd reason, the universe aside, I believed in them, and strangely enough, I don’t think they would have blamed me for the life I had to live. So, as I sit down tonight on this familiar piece of wood, I choose to stare at the stars instead of the ground, and believe that if I spoke aloud, maybe they would hear me.

And they did, because my efforts to sit on one side of the swing in case they returned to me were not in vain. I didn’t look over, I didn’t have to to know it was them. I had already relaxed once their presence was known in my peripherals.

“Y/N,” they spoke, causing me to change my view on the stars to their side profile. It wasn’t all that different than staring at the constellations spread around us. “My name’s Y/N.”

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staywhelmedbatfam · 3 years

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Reunited

~Damian Wayne/Reader~

Summary: You had thought things were going well between you two. That is until he up and left the city without a single word. When he suddenly appeared one night, you made it your mission to get answers.

Hello all! It's been a while since I've posted any fics. The spring semester was kicking my butt and my work is really lacking in employees (as I'm sure a lot of other places are) so I didn't really have time nor the energy to get a lot written. On top of that, I've got plenty of one shots started but no idea how to end them😅

I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to end this one, but I think it’s satisfactory. Enjoy!

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“Damian?” you asked in a tone of disbelief as you stared at what you thought was his back. He stopped in his tracks but didn’t turn around. A blade quickly found its way to your throat, dangerously close to breaking the skin.

“You will only address him as The Demon’s Head,” the blade wielder growled.

You kept your focus on the person unknown to you, watching from your peripherals, as Damian turned around. Many emotions overcame you now that his identity was confirmed. He raised his hand and made a gesture while walking forward. The blade lowered, the wielder taking a step back from you. With your life no longer in immediate danger, you shifted your gaze to Damian.

His eyes bored into yours as he got closer and finally came to a stop a foot in front of you. He briefly looked away while he spoke to his subordinate, “Leave us.” As they were leaving, Damian’s senses remained alert until he was sure they had exited the room. Now that the two of you were alone, his facial expression softened as his hands came up to hold your face.

“Dam–” you started, only to be cut off by lips meeting yours. Melting into the kiss, you squeezed your eyes shut and your hands found their way to his chest. Tears began to run down your cheeks.

He pulled away all too soon for your liking. Wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs, he continued to hold your face and you stared up at him. “(Y/N)… I apologize for leaving so suddenly. I should have told you. I’m so sorry, Beloved.”

“It’s been months, Damian. I thought something terrible had happened to you, but I never heard from your family. When I finally asked them, they told me you’d left. They never mentioned anything to me because they thought you had said something to me already,” you expressed, eyes shining with new, unshed tears. “And they didn’t get into specifics either. Then I see you and, suddenly, I have a knife to my throat. What in the world is going on?”

“I never imagined this would be how I tell you about any of this. Me leaving without a word was supposed to be the best way to protect you, but I ended up hurting us both instead.” He shut his eyes in anguish for a moment and let out a sigh before continuing. “My mother and grandfather were part of a group called The League of Assassins. I was raised in the League, training to become the perfect soldier and succeed my grandfather as leader. As you know, I went to live with my father at ten years old. The only reason I did was because of an attack on the League’s compound. Mother thought that was for the best at the time. Father never even knew I existed until we showed up in Gotham. While I lived with him, he showed me a better way than what the League had instilled in me. I ended up patrolling the city as Robin alongside him.

“When Mother came to take me back, I decided I would remain in Gotham. The first couple of years in Gotham were rocky, to say the least, but I eventually came to like it. Then you came along. I was instantly drawn to you, no matter how much I told myself I wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship – romantic or platonic. You lit up every room you walked into with that bright, gorgeous smile. I was in deep before I even realized it. You were the light I needed to counter all the darkness in my life. Then, a couple of months before I left, my mother insinuated that she would harm you if I didn’t return to the League. I tried to delay it as long as possible, but then I realized I was only hurting you more.”

Learning all of this new information at once and overcome with emotion, you stammered, “I–I would have come with you–”

“That’s precisely why I didn’t want to tell you. The League… it’s not a place for someone as generous and kind as you, Beloved. Had you come with me, there is no doubt in my mind that my mother would have done something to you anyway because you didn’t meet her standards. Regardless, I didn’t want you to waste the rest of your life being involved with a group of assassins when I know you are meant for so much more.” He leaned down, touching his forehead to yours, and closed his eyes. You shut your eyes too, relishing in the closeness.

Opening your eyes, you sighed before speaking, “So what happens now? I don’t want to lose you again.”

“I have to leave for now, but I promise you – this won’t be the last time you see me.” Damian lowered his voice as he continued, “It’s going to take some time, but I’m working on disbanding the League.”

“Just… be careful. Come back to me in one piece.”

“Your wish is my command.” He brought you in for another kiss, this one lasting a bit longer than the first. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Dami.”

***

After Damian told you about everything he had been keeping secret, you talked to his family. Since then, you’ve gone to the manor on occasion for dinner or even to help with their nighttime activities when they asked. At least the help you provided them never required you to leave the safety of the Batcave.

Even though you knew the details of Damian’s whereabouts now, you were still anxious. He had promised you that you would see each other again. That didn’t stop you from worrying or missing him. You felt empty without him beside you but pushed through each day with the thought that no news was good news.

As time passed, so did special occasions like birthdays, Valentine’s Day, and your anniversary. On the day of each occasion, you received a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Sometimes there was no occasion. You would cry every time, but the flowers weren’t the cause of your tears. No, it was the hand-written note that always came with the flowers. Just seeing Damian’s handwriting was enough to bring tears to your eyes. His words made you cry even harder.

After the first couple of notes, you bought a keepsake box and a journal. The notes got put in the box and you wrote a new entry in the journal after each one. Sometimes you would write an entry even when there was no letter – when you felt like you missed him more than usual.

Your coworkers tried to set you up with someone at one point until you told them you were in a long-distance relationship. They seemed to understand but were confused since you never talked about him. The longer this went on, the more skeptical they became. Questions were asked and you tried to answer them as best as you could without telling them anything they shouldn’t know.

“Seriously, it’s complicated. The circumstances we’re under don’t really allow me to share anything. I appreciate your concern though,” you told them right before leaving work for the day. They all watched you leave and gave each other worried glances.

When you returned to your apartment and unlocked the door, you set your purse and keys down on the entryway table then kicked off your shoes. Letting out a heavy sigh, you entered your bedroom and changed out of your work clothes into something more comfortable. That ended up being shorts and one of Damian’s sweatshirts that you took from his room a few months ago when you were at the manor. You tried not to wear it too often so his scent would last longer. Today, you just felt like you needed to be wrapped up in it.

Exiting your room, you headed for the couch to sit down and watch one of your weekly shows. You almost made it to the couch when a voice made your anxiety skyrocket and your heartbeat speed up.

“You always did look better in my clothes than I did.”

Whipping your head in the direction of your balcony, your eyes began to water. Damian stood inside your apartment, dressed as Robin. “I’m not dreaming, am I? It’s really you?”

“It’s really me, Beloved,” he replied with a serene expression on his face.

Running to him, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest as the tears spilled down your cheeks. He hugged you tight and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” he whispered against your hair.

You shook your head against his chest. “You’re here. That’s all I care about.”

***

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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Words: 5000+

Rating: M

Pairing: Benimaru (TSSK) x Reader

Summary: You were husband & wife in name only.

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The moon was bright & crisp in the sky over Rimuru. Even without your candle light, you would probably be able to see clearly into your mirror as you brushed out your hair, preparing for bed. It had been a challenging day.

Keeping Shion and Shuna from destroying their Lord with their love was a full-time job sometimes. Being the buffer between them was sometimes more than your poor human body could take; a fact Rimuru-sama was often concerned about. You usually brushed it off with a ‘better me than you’ remark as his peril would be far more of a detriment to others than you, but appreciated his concern. Besides, neither ogre-ess would intentionally hurt you. Worst you’d ever come away with before was a good goose egg from Shion swinging around Hercules’s willy-nilly and caught you in the back of the head. It was an accident, and she could have easily crushed your head like a melon, but Shion still cried for almost 3 days after every time she saw you in apology.

You chuckle a little at the memory. How wonderfully problematic your life had become in this past year. You wouldn’t call it ‘blissful’. It had it’s challenges like most. But your life taken an interest, wonderful turn that had led you to this life you wouldn’t trade anything for. You were safe. You were loved. You were a respected person when just some months ago you were nobody and nothing. How quickly the world turns.

A knock at your door halted the comb in your tresses and you look up surprised by the sound. “Who is it?” You ask. Curious who would be at your door so late at night.

“It’s me.” Your eyes blink in surprise as you hear the familiar deep timber of Benimaru behind the frame. “May I come in?”

You stammer out a reply of ‘one moment’ as you adjust yourself to make your appearance more presentable and told him to come in. It was embarrassing to have him see you in your night clothes. But if he was coming here so late at night, it must be important. Your husband never came to your chambers this late at night.

The title of ‘husband’ was in name only. You and Benimaru were not romantically involved, nor had you chosen each other completely of your own free will. He had saved you, along with Rimuru-sama and the rest of the Kijin, when they defeated the great bandit army that had been sweeping the east. Once just thugs of human and monsters alike, they had grown into a real threat in the land taking anything they please. Money. Goods. Women. When they came to your small village, they had burned it down and had taken you with them when they left. You were their prisoner and slave for nearly two months before Rimuru-sama and his band had come along.

You still remember seeing them for the first time. Bright and regal. A peasant before being a slave, you had never seen such fine strange clothes before. Nor the impending presence of the man in front of you when he’d come upon you.

“I claim this woman as my own.” They were the first words he’d ever said to you. Then he picked you up over his shoulder and carried you away with his band while the smoldering embers of the great bandit army died out in the distance.

At first, you thought it was all going to be the same. One capture was no different than the last; though you were a little concerned about an ogre being your master than a human. But how much worse could it be? The last human captor you had had been a true monster. Being owned by a real one could not be that different. Or at least that was what you thought at first.

The ogres and Rimuru-sama had been impossibly kind. They tended to your wounds from your long capture. Gave you a place to sleep. Clothes. Fed you, although there was some debate on which ogre-ess’s cooking would ‘best suit you’, and treated you as an equal. You were incredibly moved by their generosity. They were even willing to take you home. And when you told them “I have no home” they seemed genuinely hurt by that.

You of course explained to them what happened, and realized now that you really had no place to go. You thought you would die in the bandit camp. So the thought had never crossed your mind where you would go should your imprisonment be over. You were lost and alone in the world. No money. No home. No family. Even if you left, who was to say you wouldn’t be taken up by another group who found your helplessness easy pickings? Or worse, going to that life on your own because you had no other choices…..

“You’re staying here.” Benimaru had announced, much to the surprise of everyone. “You’re my woman now, remember? I defeated those fools and claimed you as my prize. This is your home now. You’re staying here.”

There was a loud commotion from the group as they all thought he had been joking but, apparently, he wasn’t. While the energetic group argued, you looked at Benimaru critically and realized what he was doing. He knew that if you didn’t belong to someone, you could easily be taken by another. If not the remanences of the great bandit army, but someone else; as you feared. Being his woman, letting him lay claim, offered you protection you couldn’t afford on your own. “Ok,” you’d told him. Your soft voice somehow ringing out over the crowd.

Rimuru-sama had of course forbade his general from ‘keeping’ a woman. He said if he wanted to do this, he would have to do the honorable thing and marry you. It had been surprising how quickly he agreed. Then asked if you would be alright with it and you’d said yes. You had been married the next day, and were then husband & wife, and that was the end of it.

Your married life was that of about the same as anyone else in the close group. You weren’t intimate. You didn’t share secrets or stories. You didn’t even sleep in the same quarters of the estate. Aside from a few group outings, communal meals, and when he popped in on Shuna when you were around, you honestly rarely saw your ‘husband’.

Which was why it was so surprising he was here now, at this late hour.

“What is it Benimaru-sama? Is something wrong?” You ask, looking up at him from where you’d been sitting on the floor before he sat down too. His expression was placid, so it was hard to tell if something was going on.

“The envoy from Blumund is leaving tomorrow.” His eyes fixed on the hardwood under your knees.

“Yes, I know. He told me. He’s a little hard to miss.” You reply with a soft chuckle.

The envoy in question was a nice man. Tall, lean. A little bit older than you, but still a jovial person. Rimuru-sama had set you with the important task of keeping him company and being his escort during his stay. His immediate council in the Kijin were nice, but they sometimes lack the social grace or understanding of human culture. He didn’t want to offend the man and trusted you could keep him company during his stay.

“He’s rather taken with you.” Benimaru then stated. Taking you a bit by surprise. “He wants to take you back to Blumund with him.”

Your bit of surprise turned into full blown shock. “W…What are you talking about??”

“He wants to take you back to Blumund with him.” He repeated. As if somehow that made you understand completely. “He said he thinks you’re very beautiful, and charming, and that it would be a better fit for you to live among humans, rather than here in Rimuru with none of them. He talked to Rimuru-sama about this.”

“And Rimuru-sama told you about this?”

“I was there.” Benimaru stated after he shook his head. “He asked for us to severe our bond so you could go with him. So you could marry him.”

Your eyes probably bug out of your head now. Were you being proposed to by proxy by your own husband?!?

“How could he ask such a thing?!”

“Like I said, he’s taken with you.”

“That’s not the point! How am I supposed to marry someone else when I’m already married?!”

“He knows our marriage isn’t consummated.” His eyes finally look up to catch yours.

You feel your whole body turn red. Now you have to look away to stare at the floor. It was true. Your marriage wasn’t consummated. It had been something done to offer you protection and stability. It had never been about love. So you have never laid with your husband as he wished to respect your virtue. “How crude.” You mutter. Embarrassed, more than anything, as you were sure people knew about your unclaimed marriage, but no one would dare bring it up until now.

“Do you want to go with him?”

You look up again and offer a soft noise of surprise at the question. “Do you want to go with him?” He repeated. “As you said, he’s a good man. He has fortune, and power. You’d be a respected woman among your people. You’d be among your people.” Maybe you imagined it, but you thought you saw Benimaru wince at that. “You don’t have to stay here anymore. You don’t have to stay with me. You’re established enough now to make your own choices. You can be free.”

Free? The word played over in your head for a moment. The sheer concept completely foreign to you at the moment.

You’d never been free. First you belonged to your family. Then the bandits. Then Benimaru. Though you had freedom on occasion, you had never been truly free. And now that you had it, you found the idea ironically suffocating. You could choose to leave. Leave Rimuru City and start a new life as a woman of prominence in Blumund. But what if you didn’t want to leave?

“D…Do you want me to leave?” The kijin looked up at you again with a confused expression at your soft words. “If you want me to leave I will. But…I don’t want to leave all of you. I love being here, and being with Shion, and Shura, Rimuru-sama and….you. My ‘people’ have never been kind to me, so I really don’t want to go back to them. I want to stay here. We don’t have to be married anymore, if that’s the problem. We can still break our bond, if that’s what you want. But I’d like to – “That’s not what I want!”

Your eyes flicker up. Startled by the red Kijin’s roar and the burning fire resting in his eyes. “I don’t want to break our bond! I don’t want you to go with him! Do you have any idea how hard it was not to tear that man’s head off at the table when he said that?! I wanted to gouge his eyes out for saying you were beautiful! I wanted to rip out his heart out for ever letting you rest in it! You’re my woman, and my wife, and he thinks he can just say those things to me and live! He should kiss Rimuru-sama’s feet before he leaves because he’s the only reason that wretch is still breathing!”

Silence passed between you for a moment as you were completely stunted into speechlessness by Benimaru’s words. You had never expected such a passionate response out of the man. Until now, you were sure his only feelings toward you were ambivalence and mild friendship. The way he just ‘my wife’ to you, however, let you know that he had thought of this more than just a marriage of convenience. Your body flushed hot again as your heart beat hammered in your chest. “Benimaru….sama?”

“Don’t go with him.” The kijin repeated. Calmer this time as his expression seemed to morph into sadness at the thought of you leaving. “I can’t stand the idea of you leaving with him. When we first met, and I took you as my woman & wife, I will admit that I did it out of pity for you. You lost everything, and had nothing. I know what that’s like and wished to spare you. I thought that, after a few months, you would have a good enough reputation as the former wife of the Ogre Prince, Commander of the Jura forces, that we could break our bond honorably and you could make your own path in the world without fear. But, as time went on, I became more and more attached to you. Your kindness in spite of everything you endured. Your determination. Your desire to work hard to make things better for everyone here. I grew to fall in love with you and I couldn’t let you go. I know it was selfish, and that I’m being selfish now, but please don’t go.”

Your heart was still hammering so hard in your chest that you were scared you might faint. You felt like you could swoon at any moment. “Why didn’t you ever tell me this before?”

He looked down and started to fidget. “I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same.” His confession less confident this time. “You weren’t really given much of a choice in our marriage. I was afraid that you thought of me as just another man who had taken you. If you didn’t feel the same I could live with it, but knowing was – “That’s not true!”

It was Benimaru’s turn for his eyes to flicker up and be stunned by your confession. Apparently you had more in common than you thought. “I’ve never thought of you that way! If anything, I’ve only ever seen you as my rescuer. You saved me from a horrible existence as a slave. You gave this life that is so wonderful. With friends, and people I can’t live without anymore. I can’t begin to repay you. Or tell you how I feel….”

All these feelings and emotions were rushing to the surface now the more you spoke. You had always been fond of Benimaru. Your strong, brave protector. You just assumed that he wanted nothing to do with you. The distance he put between you making it very clear. So you had pushed your feelings toward the back of your heart. Forgetting them until now, where they crashed to the front like a dam had burst.

“[Y/N]….” You look up into the red head’s eyes when he said your name. Whispered it, really, like it was some secret plea. His hand then reached out slowly to cup your cheek. Those battle calloused hands incredibly gentle against your skin. You really might swoon at the juxtaposition.

Those burning red orbs look at you in earnest before they flicker down to your lips. A silent request. One you eagerly receive.

The only time you had kissed your husband before this was at your wedding. To seal your bond. That, however, had been just a simple peck on the lips to meet the contract. This was a real kiss. Your lips pressing together in committed passion. Intense, but both of you still too shy it seemed to go past pressing your lips soundly together.

“[Y/N],” Benimaru said again as you press your foreheads together after your kiss. You don’t ever think you’ve heard your name sound so sweet. “Become my woman and my wife. Truly. You didn’t get a choice when we first met, but I ask you this now to make your own decision. Will you be mine?”

Your heart swelled unbearably tight in your chest before you nodded against his forehead. “Yes. Yes, I want to be your woman and your wife. Truly.”

You can feel the smile on his lips when he kissed you again. More deeply this time. His tongue snaked into your mouth against yours. The way he was kissing you making your legs feel weak to the point that you were happy you were sitting down. However, if they had buckled, your strong husband could easily pick you up in his arms. A shiver racing down your spine at the lewd thought that had just passed through you.

“Aah…I knew it. This is why I stayed away from you.” Benimaru said, finally letting you go. Your lips were kiss swollen now, and you were having a hard time understanding what he was talk about. “Every time I was near you, I wanted to claim you.” He explained. His expression looking deliriously happy as he examined his handiwork on your lips. “It was so hard to even be in the same room as you with your scent always hounding me every moment I was near. I had to stay away so I wouldn’t do anything horrible to you. But then that was its own torture as well. Near, apart. Both were an agony I couldn’t face somedays. Now that I have you though, I’ll never let you away from my side. You’ve summoned the beast in me. I hope you’re prepared.”

A loud squeak left your lips as the sneaky ogre flipped you. Instantly going from sitting on your ankles to flat on your back. Your world righted again and was filled with Benimaru as he leaned on top of you. His expression soft but heated, making you blush, before he kissed you again. His weight on top of you now making you moan wanton into the kiss this time.

Your world was filled with passionate kisses. They steal your breath away and make you squirm under your husband. You then feel his hands on your side. Touching you. Caressing your curves. You feel them fumbling around for your kimono tie, unwilling to let your lips go for even a moment to get to it properly, and place your hand on his chest.

“Benimaru, wait.”

The kijin stopped instantly and sat back off you. His eyes questing into your own to see what was wrong.

“I just….I thought I should…I mean we never…I’m not…” You stumble over the words to say to him. To explain that you weren’t the maiden he might have hoped for. The words cling in your throat as images of your former life flash across your mind. You feel unworthy. Dirty. Then his hand reached out to you brush your cheek again. Causing one of the tears that were welling up in your eyes to fall against it.

“That doesn’t matter to me.” He said with assurity and a softness that could only be described as love. “It doesn’t change how I feel about you. I love you as you are now. Not who you could be. My only regret is that I couldn’t kill those bastards 100 times more over for ever having hurt you.”

You scoff out a chuckle at the violent decree said so sweetly. You hand came up to clasp his own. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappointment.” He replied, almost instantly. Then kissed your hand as he brought it to his lips once he removed it from your cheek. “Do you wish to stop? We don’t have to do this now. I can be satisfied with you declaring you want to be my woman and my wife. Well….contented.”

You chuckle again, more light hearted this time, and leaned in to initiate your kiss this time. “I meant what I said. I want to be your woman and your wife truly. I don’t want to stop.”

A sigh of relief left Benimaru. The prince willing to stop if you wanted but clearly so glad you didn’t. You giggle and let him take you in his arms.

The momentary pause in your kissing afforded Benimaru the chance to undo your kimono tie. Loosening it and letting it fall, but not pushing the thin material of your actual robe off your body yet. You reach out for him as well to undo the clasp of his overcoat. The heavy material immediately falling of his shoulders, in contrast, once the hold was released. He seemed fascinated with your work as your hands untie his under coat as well.

“Your touch is like fire.”

“Is that a joke?” You ask when Benimaru growled those words at you. Your apex quivering at the sound, but still curious if he was making a joke.

He chuckled. Another shiver at your core. “No. But I guess I can see how it would be. I mean it though. Everywhere you touch me sets a fire in me.” His hand came up to take yours and slip it under his loose top now. Guiding it over the hard planes of his chest over to his heart. “I can’t get enough of it.”

You kiss again and continue stripping. There wasn’t much to let go of for you, as just before now you were preparing for bed, so you were quickly naked in front of him. He talked about your touch being fire, but his was burning you up inside. His hands were hot. They left a lingering heat in your body everywhere he touched, to the point that you wonder if he had activated his magic. You were helpless against his soft touches. Your body aching already before he even properly touched.

Then, when he did, your body became a livewire.

Your limbs immediately went taunt when his fingers touched your core. “Please try to relax.” He whispered to you in your hair. His own long, hard body nestled beside you. Holding you close.

You try to do as he said and relax. It wasn’t difficult after the initial shock as the pleasure made it easy to succumb to him. Those hands so skilled at fighting working your body with similar expertise. “Mmmm…Benimaru….”

“Ah…say that again.” His deep voice was in your ear again. This time sounding elated, before his tongue reached out to lick the shell of it. “Say my name again. Please.”

“Benimaru…” You repeat his name over and over again. His precious name he held so dear. The name Rimuru-sama had given to him. It fell from your lips like a prayer chant as his fingers brought you closer and closer to climax. When you did, it fell from your lips again in a shout. “Benimaru!”

He continued to touch you until your walls stopped clamping around his digits. Finally setting them free. Your spent body laid against him, and you open your eyes tiredly just in time to see him cleaning your juices from his fingers. “Ah…my love tastes so sweet. I could get addicted to your flavor.”

If you body wasn’t already flushed from orgasm, you would have blushed completely. Benimaru seemed pretty proud of himself, however, before he leaned in to kiss you. You don’t think you taste sweet at all. But the taste of yourself on his lips was something you could get addicted to too. When had you become so perverted?

He let you go for a moment and shuffled around to pull out of his pants. You watched him, in the soft light. His handsome body bare to you. Not a mark on him thanks to his skill and healing. Your eyes travel down and find the proof of his love for you staring back proudly at your face. You gulp at his size. That was going to be inside you.

“Don’t worry. I know it’s a bit bigger than a human’s, but I’ll try not to hurt you.”

“I-It’s alright.” You reply back at his concern. He had mistaken your gulp for a concern about his size. How shameful he would probably find you if he found out that it wasn’t from concern, but excitement, that had caused you to gulp. Again, when had you become so perverted? “I trust you. And I want to be with you.”

“[Y/N]….” He spoke your name softly again before he leaned in to kiss you. Guiding you back down on your back. You feel his weight press on top of you. Your legs spread wide around his pelvis to let him mount you. You can feel the tip of his erection pressing against your entrance and shiver a little at the lower kiss. “Please tell me if I’m hurting you.” Benimaru urged as he started to press into you.

You let out a wordless cry at the initial invasion into your most private place. You can feel your entrance stretch to accommodate him. The sensation a duality of pleasure and pain. And it was only the first few inches. Finally, agonizingly slowly, he was fully inside you. The kijin raining kisses down over your face and neck and everywhere else his lips could get to as you held on to him. His back tight under your fingers as he was very clearly straining to wait for you. “I’m alright, Benimaru. Please. Continue.”

You felt him nod against your shoulder before his hips pull back away from yours, then forward back into you. You both moan at the initial slow thrust. The feeling indescribable and compounding with each shallow thrust. “[Y/N]….”

“Mmmm…Benimaru….” You moan back when he said your name. “You can…go faster….” Not that you weren’t enjoying this slow entanglement, one could only describe as love making, you could tell that he was holding back and it was hard for him. “I..I want you. Please….Make me your woman.”

“I did warn you.” His voice sounded hard now, in comparison to the soft words he’d whispered to you earlier, and you think you hear the sound of nails scratching against the floor mat by your head.

His hips pull back again, this time practically pulling out of you, before they slam back in. You let out a loud cry. One readily identified as one not of pain. Then all you can do is hold on. Your arms wrap tight around Benimaru’s neck as he pounded into you. Before, where you had tried to roll your hips up to meet his thrusts when they had been soft & gentle, all you can do now is lay under him and take it. And become a babbling mess it seemed.

“Ah~! B-Benimaruuu! S-So good! Don’t stop!”

“I have no intention of stopping.” His words were stern. The cool seriousness of his intention to keep claiming you made your walls quake around him. “You’re my woman now. This body is mine. I’ll remind you of it every day if I have to. You’ve possessed me to the point of madness with this love. I can never let you go.” His tongue laved at the sweat collecting on the skin of your neck. Following it up to the back of your ear before his teeth bit into the soft flesh there. You let out a yelp, and call his name again, before you were cumming. Your nails biting him back into his shoulder.

“Ah! [Y/N]! Too tight. It’s too tight. I’m gonna-!” His hard thrusts come to a staggering halt as he spilled his seed inside you. Holding there before his hips roll softly against you as his cock continued to twitch its release.

He collapsed on top of you once it was finished. Your bliss worn body not seeming to care about the extra weight as you held him against your bosom and both tried to catch your breath. Rested, but not to say recovered, the ogre lifted himself up off your body and pulled out. You wince as he did. Those hard thrusts catching up to you, and suddenly feeling at a loss without him inside you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You look over to Benimaru, who had apparently seen you flinch, and was looking concerned. “No. Just a little sore.” He looked a little ashamed at that and muttered an apology to you. “Don’t,” you tell him. Reaching on to touch his chest. “It’s not as if I was really complaining.”

You both blush, despite everything you’d just done, still apparently shy about intimacy, before he slid over to you. “Are you sure you’re alright? About everything?”

You nod. Both of you laying on your side to face each other. His fingers caressing your cheek before moving down to the love mark he’d nipped into your skin. “Yes. I meant what I said. I don’t regret it.” You weren’t foolish enough to think that you were going to be instantly happy as husband and wife now. You were basically starting fresh. Starting anew. Though you knew a lot about each other, you had to relearn things and uncover new things as only a spouse would know. It would take time. But you were happy enough for now to at least try to start this new chapter with Benimaru. “You’re not going to kill the envoy before he leaves tomorrow, are you?”

The man let out a boisterous laugh and wrapped his arms tight around you in a hug. “No. I would never disrespect Rimuru-sama like that. As long as he leaves, I’m satisfied. But if he touches you between now and then, I make no promise on the guarantee he will leave with all his limbs.”

“Benimaru….”

The envoy, it seemed, was clever enough to take the hint in not touching you. The murderous aura & killing intent of the red kijin seemingly always just behind you making that clear. You decline his invitation to join him in Blumund. Telling him that the only time you would come to the city to visit him was with your husband. He again took the hint and left without comment. Rimuru-sama gave Benimaru a stern talking to about scaring their allies and ambassadors to their country, but you could also see that he wasn’t very serious about it. He seemed pleased enough that things had worked out, that you were staying, and his beloved friends were happy.

Ever the wonderfully problematic life in Rimuru City.

#;pen & paper (fanfiction)#benimaru #benimaru x reader #tensei shitara suraimu datta ken #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #tensei shitara slime datta ken #tensei shitara slime datta ken x reader #tensei shitara suraimu datta ken imagine #random fandom #imagine #benimaru tssk #benimaru (Tensei shitara Slime Datta Ken)#scenarios #[the fact that there isn't more work about my beautiful red headed baby is criminal]

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klaineownsmysoul · 3 years

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So...I went ahead and listened to this week’s podcast last night even though I knew it was going to be a shitshow just from the summary posted alone and even with the heads up posted here. Yikes. Thank goodness I made a point of listening while I was putting away groceries since I knew I’d need some sort of distraction. I’m just going to go ahead and say it: what a complete waste of 40 minutes. His mostly and anyone who was listening hoping to hear what’s going on in D’s career now (or anything else) and not yet another plug for a 2 and a half year old party no one is talking about now. I really shouldn’t be surprised at this point, but its so sad that this is what he’s reduced to talking about.

It was like someone sat him down, handed him a checklist of points that people have commented on, and had him refute them one by one. Is this a legal marriage because they “officiated it themselves?” Why yes it is, because it turns out they got hitched beforehand and this was all just an expensive show. Kind of like their “relationship” so I guess its a perfect metaphor for it. It didn’t look like there was any part of D’s personality present at said party so how involved was he? Turns out very! He’s super duper proud of everything and loved all of it, even if he expressed zero to no interest in ever talking about his wedding beforehand. Even if all of the decor (term used loosely) looked exactly like what someone who thinks that “peeing herself in public is a badass move to be bragged about” would pick because its edgy and cool? Ok. Sure. A couch that referenced a “happy ending?” A “name a more iconic duo” table that looked like it was plucked straight out of a novelty store from the mall? And let’s not forget the souvenir shot glasses with the word “fuck” on them. Giant plastic versions of tic tac toe and other games for toddlers at the ready in case people got bored? All absolute winners and clearly something to aspire to. Its such a shame that his fellow glee clubbers weren’t inspired to model their parties after his. Perhaps they were...just in the complete opposite direction. I’ve never seen a celeb wedding that looked that cheap and tacky but still probably cost a fortune. It was like one giant Super Bowl ad with the endless stream of sponsors to thank afterwards. I guess a hallmark of special togetherness is having your wedding catered by Corporate America. BRB swooning. Can you imagine choosing a more perfect wedding song than Ballroom Blitz? Unheard of. And poor D - how truly sad that he’s not aware of the crissmyglitz hashtag created just for this special occasion. It certainly was easy to miss. Its not like the (supposed) professional event planner used it in a post or anything like that. He cared so deeply that neither he nor his stylist could bother getting his tux pressed before the wedding so he looked wrinkled and unkempt. You have tons more pics? Please keep them, I beg of you. A Vogue photospread is exactly what I would expect from someone who didn’t want to be part of a public relationship, so thanks for keeping this low key. I’d expect an endless rehashing of this day from the little wifey because its all she has. I don’t need it from someone who has so much more to give and is so much more than who he’s married to. No one who thinks this part of your life is complete bull is going to be swayed by an abundance of press about your wedding now. It looks sad and desperate and like reinforcing the extra super straight narrative takes precedence over anything and everything else.

I find it hard to believe that you have lots of pics on your phone of the wifey looking “gorgeous” that haven’t been shared with the world - because you said previously that she goes through your phone and shares pics from it. I seriously doubt if those pics were there that they wouldn’t have made their way to one of her little minions so it could make the rounds online. This is someone who would trample small children and dogs if it meant getting into a pic with you; I’m not buying that she would leave them on your phone for no one to see. And I feel like I’ve gotten a guided tour of your home there’s been so much posted from it so I’m not buying the private part of that either.

E/ste? If you’re worried about going to something that’s indoors in Vegas (as you expressed and I agree with), why the fuck are you inviting him to come with? How does that make any sense at all?

I personally don’t need to see every little thing he does and I like the fact that he doesn’t want to share every detail of his life online because it makes the things he does share that much more meaningful. Or at least it used to before his team got their claws on his SM and torpedoed his real voice. He’s still a person and is still entitled to keeping part of his life private if he chooses to. Maybe that’s my age and my deep-seeded introversion talking but I am cool with him taking pics from wherever he goes and not sharing all of them immediately with the world. I just want to be a fan of his, nothing more and nothing less. HIS fan. Not their fan and definitely not her fan. I scan print interviews, read summaries of live interviews, and listen to this podcast nearly every week waiting for the ball and chain to drop (literally) since I can’t trust that there doesn’t seem to be any aspect of his life that she won’t infect. This relentless pushing of her and their fairy tale romance feels like a way to steer fans of him away so the only ones left are the ones who are buying them. Since I don’t it means that I don’t matter. Thanks. I stay for him. I put up with her. I shouldn’t have to.

#we get it #you're married to a girl #its enough already #let it fucking go

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mystery-star · 4 years

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Actions speak louder than Words – Spock [SMUT]

Pairing: Spock x reader (female)

Warnings: Smut

Words: 3647

A/N: After talking to @elysiansith about Spock Smut, I just had to write this piece. Lol.

Please do not repost my work on other sites or platforms!

Although you knew Spock would find it illogical that you worried about what he’d think you still couldn’t help it. You just had to ponder if your betrothed would like it that you agreed to go to a dinner with Lucas, a friend of yours. In the end you really had to tell yourself that it was just a dinner among friends and that he would need to accept that since it was your life. And deep within you also knew that Spock truly wouldn’t mind who your dinner partner was, after all you were wearing his engagement ring around your neck and not someone else’s. Yet it surprised you that when you were eating and laughing with the other Ensign, Spock asked if he could sit at your table as well

“Uh” your friend answered and you could see his struggle. Of course he didn’t want to be mean and he probably also didn’t dare to say no to a superior officer, although you were all off work now. And of course he also didn’t know of your relationship to the half-Vulcan. “Actually uh… we’ve been planning this for a long time. We just want some time for ourselves. It’s a date actually… I don’t know if you’re quite aware what this is but…” he trailed off and you glanced at him in surprise, not sure what to say. You had asked him if it was a date, of course more jokingly, and he had answered in the negative. There was a lump in your throat and you didn’t know what to do or say. Luckily, Spock reacted and sat down on one of the free chairs at the table for four. (Technically, Lucas could blame himself for not choosing a table for two)

“I am quite well aware of the definition of a date” he replied calmly as he picked up his spoon. You had to bite back a grin because Lucas face was hilarious “Besides, I do not believe that Ensign (Y/L/N) seems to be aware that you have intended for your meal to be a date”

“Well uh… but… most people first go on a date as friends before it is a real one. It may sound illogical to you but that’s what humans do. And many other species too that don’t care about logic. No offence” you could hear the desperate undertone and knew that he wanted to get rid of your fiancé yet not say it out aloud. Much to his dismay and your amusement, Spock started a short lecture about how important consent was and that he did not think it was a good idea if he ‘secretly’ had planned for this to be a date when you weren’t aware of this. “Alright look, I wanted to see how it goes before I ask her out officially. I didn’t want to ruin my chances”

“You do not stand a chance anyway” Spock said and while you knew it was true you had to admit it sounded mean.

“And how do you want to know that? I bet you’ve never asked someone out on a date and even if you did the person would be abnormal to say no. Unless they’re Vulcan too but I doubt Vulcans even do dates” Spock only raised an eyebrow and did exactly what you had thought he would do.

“(Y/N)” he said after turning to you “Would you agree to accompany me to a date tomorrow?” you chuckled

“Yes, I’d like that”

“You what? That’s not how it works, you can’t just ask her out. She’s my date” he grabbed his plate and glanced at you “Come on, let’s go” you glanced at Spock

“I…” you started

“Oh you want to be his date now? Fine” he spat “have fun with the talking robot”

“Luke” you hissed, not wanting to fight with him, besides, some people were already glancing into your direction and discussing

“I’ve never even been interested in you, just look at you, you’re not even attractive” you let out a huff

“Luke” you tried again “Stop the bullshit”

“Says the one who just agreed to a date with him. I’ve liked you for a long time but now, as I finally brought up the courage to ask you out, you choose him” you sighed

“I didn’t choose him. Well at least not now” you looked at your friend “We’re getting married when the five-year-mission is over” now it was easy to tell how had been listening to your conversation because said people either gasped, almost choked on their food, dropped whatever they were holding, let out another surprised sound or just were too baffled to do anything. And Luke was one who did the last thing. He stared at you with his jaw wide open.

“You-you…” you sighed

“Yes Luke, we’re betrothed” you placed a hand on Spock’s arm, gently rubbing it with a smile

“How is that possible?”

“From what I know of human courtship a couple will become engaged after they have agreed to marry each other. Therefore, (Y/N) has become my betrothed after accepting my proposal” Luke looked like he was about to say something but then he gave a weak nod and then left the mess hall. You sighed and looked after him, torn between staying and going after him.

“I made him angry” you muttered

“No, (Y/N). It has been my doing that drove him away, for which I apologize, as well as having interrupted your meal” he squeezed the hand that still was on his arm “For this reason, I shall do anything necessary to preserve your friendship with the Ensign” you smiled

“Thanks” you looked around, then turned to him “Maybe we should leave too… everyone’s staring” you mumbled “By tomorrow, almost everyone will know”

“That sounds quite likely. However, it is favorable since it will detain others from attempting to court you” you grinned and let go of him, whereupon he picked up his meal and got up. You did the same and followed him to his quarters, trying to ignore the looks of everyone else.

“But why did you come and join us?” you asked him once you were eating in his quarters

“After I have heard that he intended for your dinner to be a date, I found it logical to ensure that he would not attempt something you were not comfortable with” you smiled

“Or maybe” you continued “You were jealous or worried that I could leave you for him. I know you’ve once asked me if I’m really sure if I want to marry you because you could not give me what a human could” he raised an eyebrow “I think that maybe you don’t enjoy the fact that other men could want me the way you do because they don’t know I’m in a relationship” while you had meant not much by the words, except for a bit of playful teasing, you were surprised by his action. Abandoning his meal, he got up and came over to you, extending his hand to you. “What are you doing?”

“From your statements I have concluded that it might be necessary to remind a few males that you are not available for a relationship” you too got up, still not sure if he was thinking what you thought he was. However, when he pulled you closer and kissed you, you knew that he actually had had that idea in mind. You found yourself smiling and ran your fingers through his hair while he was pulling up the skirt of your uniform. After a while, you pulled away, wanting to take it off but he obviously misunderstood “In case I did something you do not approve of, I would like to apologize” you shushed him with a finger to his lips

“You’ve done nothing wrong. In contrary, I broke away so that we can take this even further” you smiled and slipped out of your uniform and tried to relieve him of his own too but he took hold of your wrists. Now it was your time to apologize but he didn’t let you finish by kissing you again and leading you to his bed. He gently lowered you onto it but before you laid down, he opened and took off your bra, letting it fall to the floor. It almost made you giggle, because he never dropped or threw something. Okay, you saw him throw something once on a planet; you had been more or less ambushed by some weird alien animals and all of the landing party had thrown stones at them what luckily scared them away. But when your fiancé’s lips moved along your neck to your chest your thoughts were back in the here and now. Since you had no more strength to stay in a sitting position, you lay down and tried to pull him even closer. He reacted with a deep growl which made you smile and shiver at the same time. At times you were still surprised that he did not think it was better to wait with sex until you were married. But he had told you what it meant to his people and that he would not do it lightly. To your dismay, he took his time with trailing kisses all over your chest while he let his hands roam over your abdomen or your thighs. “Spock” you whimpered, hoping he’d also do something to alleviate the burning between your thighs. You felt a low rumble vibrate through his chest and the he lifted his head, much to your disappointment “No” you whined, trying to move his head back to your body. “Please” he raised an eyebrow but complied.

“I am certain you are aware of the chemical and biological processes that occur within your body during coition” you had to pull yourself together to not roll your eyes. Of course he had tried to bring said process closer to you on several occasions and you felt like he had listed up all hormones that were involved. While the explanation had not really interested you back then, you enjoyed it more this time. You even had to bite back a giggle at his words and you wondered if that was supposed to be a form of dirty talk. Not that you minded though, it was quite pleasant to hear his voice while he was pleasuring you. What you didn’t like however, was how he told you to be patient because if he did not give your body enough time to prepare he would only hurt you. Now you couldn’t help an eye roll.

“But it sure doesn’t hurt me if you just touch me?” at first it seemed like he hadn’t even heard you or chose to ignore you but then he trailed his right hand, that was currently on your stomach lower and pulled down your underwear a bit. He lifted his head again to look into your eyes while he moved his hand to where you wanted it most and you threw your head back, letting out a weird grunting sound as you dug your fingers into his wrist. “Oh hell yes” you breathed, what caused him to raise an eyebrow and mutter something that most likely was ‘fascinating’. You wondered what he could find so fascinating, seeing that by now, he should know how you can react to his touch. And you too found that maybe it was time to make sure he got a move on as well. For that, you pulled his head down to yours and kissed him. When his left hand came up to the side of your face, you didn’t hesitate to grab it and lightly traced the pad of his first two fingers with the tip of your own. A wicked smile crept on your face when you noticed how he stilled and closed his eyes for a moment, obviously trying his best to stay in control but you weren’t done yet. Slowly, you brought his hands to your lips and started trailing kisses along the inside of his forefinger. Once you had reached the bottom and were on your way up he let out a growling sound.

“(Y/N)” he started but his voice broke off, probably because you now had his two fingers in his mouth. Among humans that surely was something playful, maybe even a bit sexy. For a Vulcan, however, it meant much more. Which was why you soon heard him mutter words under his breath and was trying to shuffle out of his clothing with just one hand. His actions made you grin and you released his hand, pulling his lips down to yours again while you grabbed the hem of his shirt to lift it over his head, which you only could when he parted from your lips. He also used that chance to rid himself of the rest of his clothing and before you knew it, also your panties were gone.

“What about the ‘I’ll hurt you if your body can’t prepare properly’ sorrows?” you teased

“Your actions have proven that you do not seem to mind” you smiled

“Well okay, you’ve got me there” you jerked your hips up, a silent plea to continue and to your relief he positioned himself and moved his hands to yours, pinning them down onto the mattress above your head and intertwined his fingers with yours. He only looked down at your for a while, prompting you to wiggle your eyebrows “That is all?” he raised his eyebrow and then pushed into you, making you squeeze his hands and let out a long moan. After a few gentle thrusts, your fiancé buried his face in the crook of his neck, obviously trying to accomplish his initial goal, to make others aware of the fact that you were taken. You wanted to do something as well but with his own lips trailing all over your neck, you couldn’t (better said didn’t want to) move your head too much and your hands were still pinned down. So basically all you could do was to wrap your legs around his thighs, trying to pull him closer to you. Finally, he released your hands and let his own wander along your chest, respectively stroking the side of your face with the other. “Spock?” you breathed and took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

“Yes?” he asked pausing with his movements to look at you

“Don’t stop” you muttered, jerking up your hips slightly “But-but I just wanted to say that I love you” he raised an eyebrow and you feared that you had something wrong. A part of you whished you had not said it because you had told him before that you loved him but he had never really answered. Also today he seemed like he would not answer but then gave a nod and leant down to kiss you.

“I too wish to inform you that I hold great affection for you” you smiled

“You do know that’s the first time you reply to my ‘I love you?’”

“When you have expressed your feelings for me for the first time after we started our relationship, I have needed time in order to contemplate how I could best formulate what you mean to me” you smiled

“You mostly do that through actions. That counts too. Somehow even more than words” you leaned up to peck his lips “But speaking of actions” you chuckled and wiggled your hip again “Because as you’ve once told me, a woman can suddenly ‘lose’ all the progress she’s gained towards an orgasm if you stop for too long. And that could cause a problem for you because you promised me that you’d always hold back your own orgasm until I came. Because men don’t really ‘lose’ their progress that much if they stop. At least humans” you also knew that this probably wouldn’t be a problem for him. As a Vulcan, he could hold back his own orgasm for as long as he wanted. At times you even needed to tell him to just let go because he had been determined to go on for two rounds, at least two for you but you had convinced him that you liked it better if you both found release. He too seemed like he wanted to remind you about this but you shook your head and pressed a finger to his lips “Actions. Not words” you reminded him

“As you wish” he gave a nod and resumed his earlier pace while his right hand wandered to the side of your face, his fingers getting into position for a meld “May I?”

“Sure” you breathed and only moments later you were flooded with all of his feelings and sensations. Sometimes you didn’t know if that was what you liked most about having sex with him, to know exactly what he was feeling and thinking. And he too was an expert at reading you and sometimes knew what you wanted even before you did. It was especially helpful in the beginning when he had just sensed when he needed to stop or noticed that you were actually fine with something not even you had been too sure about before trying it out. One thing that did bother you a little, however, was that he always ended the mind meld a little after your orgasm because he didn’t want you to be overwhelmed by his own sensations, which could be quite intense apparently. Yet somehow you knew that he probably was right because even his actions were getting rather emotional and much unlike his controlled and composed self when he too approached his release. Somehow you didn’t want to know what must be going on inside his mind at that time. You felt his amusement and he mentally reminded you that you’d better focus on what was and not what could be “Right, sorry” you replied out loud.

“If you are getting distracted so easily I suppose it is imperative that I ensure it does not happen again” you swallowed and before you could even really process what exactly he meant, he increased his pace again while he let go of your face and moved his hand down to your clit again instead. You bucked your hips and as if he was not yet doing enough, Spock also brought his mouth back to the side of your neck, this time on the other than before. It felt like all the sensations were getting too much at the moment and you let out a muffled cry and tossed your head back. Apparently, Spock had thought he hurt you because he stilled for a short moment then continued his actions, even fiercer than before. You weren’t sure how you managed to handle all of it and were grateful that you could fist your hands in his sheets, to have something to keep you grounded or you’d have gone crazy. You started whimpering as you felt your orgasm approach. Of course also your fiancé noticed and while he got a little less fervent in his ministrations, he turned more sensual instead. Not much later, the bliss of your orgasm consumed you and only shortly after, Spock stopped altogether but stayed in the mind meld and wanted to know if you were okay. You could only answer after you had calmed down a bit.

“Yes” you breathed out and grabbed his wrist “But I’d be much happier if you continued to reach your release as well. I surely told you that every time” you pulled his head down to peck his lips. He responded with a nod and then ended your meld before he resumed thrusting into you until he too came with a deep growl against your neck. For a moment he stayed like that, trying to steady his breathing, before he let go of you and lay down beside you, pulling you against him so that your chest rested against his. He leaned his forehead against yours, making you smile “Thank you” you whispered, gently stroking the side of his face, then letting your hand wander over his neck to his chest.

“You do not need to thank me, (Y/N)” he replied, burying his nose in your hair. You moved your hand down to his heart which still beat even faster than usual

“I suppose I should go and get cleaned while you can have a moment to yourself to bring your emotions into order and let logic overrule all else” you teased, ruffling his hair with a giggle.

“We can do so later as well. I wish to hold you for a while longer”

“Of course” you nuzzled his neck and pecked his skin there. For some seconds you were silent, then spoke up again “I somehow don’t want to leave. Can I sleep here tonight?”

“If you have believed that I would want you to leave, you are mistaken”

“That’s settled them. I sleep here. But maybe we should finish our dinner first” you smiled and moved closer “I just hope no one says something about the hickeys tomorrow. Especially not my date” a short giggle left your mouth

“I am certain that he will not mind” he lifted his head to peck one of the countless hickeys on your neck “Seeing that I myself am responsible for them”

“Just next time I’m on an accidental ‘date’ with someone, you should give it to them straight that I’m taken” a big smile crept on your face “Although I admit that it is kinda funny and cute to see you being jealous and trying to hide it” you pecked his lips “And don’t try to deny it because as I told you earlier, actions mean more than words. But know what? I still love you”

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goldenkirstein · 3 years

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chapter two: don't know where, don't know when

pairing: jean x gn! reader, mikasa ackerman x gn! platonic! reader

wc: 2.2k+

tags: angst, fluff, aot manga spoilers, mention of food/drink, mentions of death.

a/n: chapter two !! finally done my exams, this took me a while to finish but hopefully it sounds good and you enjoy it !! feedback is always appreciated

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The shrill noise of the kettle broke you out of your thoughts.

You reached over to the cupboard situated next to the stove, taking two tiny teacups alongside a teapot and set them down on the countertop. Hands moving like clockwork, you grabbed the loose leaf tea jar and placed two spoonful's in the teapot. Your hand moved to grasp the small cotton cloth from the counter, swiftly pouring the hot water into the teapot before placing the kettle back to cool down.

You chuckled at the sight in front of you; the teaware set adorning your family crest, the piece of cotton bearing the Azumabito clan’s symbol, and the tea blend was an old Braus family recipe. The entire house was like this, a mish-mash of objects from here and there, never truly fitting in where they were. You began setting up the small table, placing the teapot and teacups down. The raucous noise of the wooden chair scraping against the floor made you grimace.

Your fingers began to trace the delicate needlework on the cloth, occasionally catching on raised bumps of threads. It was the work of a skilled artisan as well as an amateur. Mikasa and her mother.

Waiting for Mikasa to return from her bath, your fingers traced the embroidered emblem, you began to get lost in your thoughts once again.

“Is the tea ready?” Mikasa’s soft voice interrupted your repetitive movements.

You quickly set down the cloth and shot her a kind smile. “Yeah, come sit.” You poured out the tea in her cup before pouring out a cup for yourself.

She accepted your invitation, sitting opposite you. The woman began scooping spoonfuls of sugar in her tea, an old habit from training years. You remembered how you once mistakenly took her cup, thinking it was yours until you took a sip and immediately spat out the sickeningly sweet liquid. The others and she wouldn’t stop laughing at you until Captain Levi had come and threatened you all, bearing that stone-cold expression that struck fear in your bones. How was he doing?

“Are you okay? You seem out of it today.” Mikasa looked at you; worried expression etched into her face, eyebrows scrunched together.

Your fingers circled the teacup, and you let out a sigh looking down at the fragrant liquid. You could lie, tell Mikasa you’re okay; knowing her, she wouldn’t prod you any further with questions. Though she would spend all night thinking about you, and you didn’t want to worry her. Option two was scarier, in your opinion; you could open up and tell her what was troubling you, Mikasa would undoubtedly be concerned, but she would appreciate your candidness.

Taking a deep breath in, you glanced back at the girl before your eyes landed on the frame behind her. “I’m just anxious about tomorrow,” you let out a nervous chuckle, eyes meeting Mikasa’s again.

“I already told you, we’re all a little different. It’s nothing-”

“No, it’s not that; I- what if they hate me? Mikasa, what if he hates me.” Your eyes shifted between the frame and Mikasa’s, voice coming out as a whisper.

She took a sip of her tea. Your name slipped out of her mouth in a tired sigh, “they would never, and Jean isn’t like that. He could never hate you.”

The framed picture behind Mikasa was of the scouts on their expedition to Marley. Sasha had pulled the lot of you inside the cramped shop, begging all of you to take a photograph. She had said that you all needed to document the momentous occasion; who knew when the opportunity would come again. Your beaming faces contrasted the scowl the Marleyan had on his face when you all crowded in his tiny shop. Commander Hange had even managed to get the Captain to join in, and subconsciously you thanked Sasha and Hange for their pestering. Who would have known that it would be one of the last times you would see them alive and breathing, that after that night, everything would change.

You noticed Mikasa’s soft smile in the picture, and Eren-who stood behind her, was looking at her instead of the box camera. Armin had his arm around Eren’s shoulders, and Jean and Connie were next to him, directly behind you. Your eyes trailed down Jean’s arm; it rested on your shoulder. You were sandwiched in between the Captain and Sasha, head resting on her shoulder. All of you were giving your best smiles, save for Eren. He was living through his hell, and the rest of you were oblivious to it. How could you have known?

He had stayed behind with you at the photographer’s studio after everyone had left to visit the other shops Marley had to offer. The both of you walked around, observing the various framed pictures the Marleyan had hung up to advertise his work.

Jean trailed softly behind, watching as your fingers traced and lingered on the stained brass frame.

“What do you suppose their stories were?” You turned your head, smiling at the boy behind you. He approached you, his finger and thumb hooked under his chin, as he thought of a story for the people seated in the photograph. You waited for him to amuse you with his foolish tall-tales, noticing that Jean screwed his eyes as he intently examined each person in the picture.

He raised his eyebrows, a grin breaking out on his face; he flickered his eyes to yours, “they’re a South-Marleyan family hiding a terrible secret. They’re those godforsaken Island Devils.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear.

You pulled away, head whipping back to see if the photographer had heard; thankfully, he was preoccupied with developing your photos. You spun back around to hiss at Jean, “You can’t just say that, you dipshit! What if he heard!”

Jean laughed at your stressed state, “Well, you don’t need to worry; he didn’t.”

You began to walk away from him, but before you could get far, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around your wrist.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me.” You looked back at him, his eyes pleading for you to stay.

You relaxed your shoulders and rolled your eyes at him, “wonder what shitty story you’ll come up with for our picture.”

“Brave heroes, their valiant efforts saved the world, and they were given mountains of gold and the finest wines possible to repay them for their kind acts.” He pulled you closer to him, and you giggled at his antics. “Oh yes, and one soldier more extraordinary than the rest-”

“Obviously, that’s me.” You quickly cut him off, silencing him with your remark. You gave a quizzical look at the boy, who was now sporting a noticeable blush.

He sharply inhaled and gave a smile, opening his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the Marleyan shop owner began to talk, “Your jibber-jabbering is getting in the way of my work. If you’re not buying anything else, leave my store.”

Jean took your hand in his and offered the man a quick apology before pulling you out of the shop with him.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t held your hand before, and yet the simple action sent your heart fluttering. His hands were warm and his grip tight; you wanted to melt into his touch and never let go.

However, the moment was cut short, as once you were out of the shop, Jean promptly let go of your hand, apologetic eyes meeting yours, “didn’t mean to pull your hand, sorry ‘bout that.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You flexed your hand to shake off the feeling of his slender fingers against the back of your palm. He didn’t want to hold your hand back then; would he want to now? Why were you desperately clinging onto that memory of him?

“Do you regret coming back with me?” Mikasa’s soft voice broke you out of your trance.

“No, God no. Don’t say that. If I had to go back and have the possibility to make a different choice, I would still go with you.” You looked straight at her, gaze conveying your unwavering resolve.

You brought your hands up to your face to rub your tired eyes. “I don’t regret coming with you. I just never got to see them one last time, and I don’t know, how do I face them?” You let out a frustrated sigh. “Before, I could at least say that, hey, these are your friends, you know them better than anyone else, but now-”

You shook your head and set your eyes upon the chestnut cabinet directly underneath the picture frame. “It’s like I’ve been iced out.” You raised an accusatory finger at the cabinet which was situated under the picture frame. “Three whole years and the only reason I know Jean's even with the rest of them is because of Armin.”

Inconspicuously placed, the cabinet blended into its surroundings; for the most part, it held dishes, pots and pans alongside any other trinkets that didn’t have a place to belong. However, in one of its chipped and worn drawers, tucked away under a false bottom, were several letters addressed to a Miss. Mikasa Ackerman from a distant relative in Hizuru. These letters, of course, were actually from a Mr. Armin Arlert, from Marley, detailing updates about the peace talks that involved him, the other scouts and the ex-warriors. The letters were always short and concise, never revealing too much, as a protective measure. The exact reason for why you had stashed them in a hidden compartment; to ensure that if these letters ever fell in the hands of Yeagerists, that they would not be able to grasp the entirety of what Armin’s plans were. However, it also meant you were left to fill in the missing pieces, also missing the whole story.

“I miss him, but who exactly am I missing? We’re both different people now, and I don’t know if I’m ready to face that.” You waited for a response from the dark-haired girl in front of you.

“That head of yours is your worst enemy.” You scoffed at her statement.

“Just listen to me for once, please?” Mikasa tentatively reached over to wrap her hands around yours.

“I understand that you’re scared; I am too. But you can’t keep getting lost in the ‘what if’s’ of a situation. Tell me, how long have we known Jean?”

“Eight, no, ten years?” You sighed, wondering where she was taking this.

“And tell me in those ten years has he ever decided anything without understanding other perspectives?”

“No, well-”

“Fights with Eren do not count.” Her eyebrows quirked up before she continued. “Jean is one of the most caring and compassionate men I know. He would want to know why you left before ever being absolutely positive that he hated you. Not that he would, he adores you; I’m sure of it even after all these years.”

In a way, she was right; you were making assumptions about his character despite knowing him for so long. Yet the nagging thought persisted in your mind. The only way to resolve it would be to speak with him, which brought upon another challenge. Even if he didn’t hate you, how would you gain the courage to talk to him after all this time?

“Your tea is cold. No point in drinking it now.” Mikasa stood up to clear the table, but you swiped it from her, giving her a weak smile before she could grab the cup.

You wrapped fingers around the teacup; the porcelain no longer radiated the heat from the liquid and felt cool to the touch. Mikasa watched you as you walked over to place the teacup on the kitchen counter. Her fingers skimmed over to grab the cloth with her family symbol ingrained on it.

“Mika, I don’t tell you this often, and I should, but thank-” Before you could finish your sentence, there was a knock at your door. Mikasa gave you a confused look; it was too early for the others to be arriving, so who could it be?

You hesitantly approached the door; the both of you rarely got visitors. Occasionally the Braus’ would come by, but even then, the family would let you know before they visited. Twisting the handle, a sheepish-looking young man met your gaze as you opened the door.

“Hand-deliverance of a letter from Her Majesty, Queen Reiss.” You stared at the boy wide-eyed, whipping your head back to look at Mikasa; she shared the same shocked expression.

Mumbling a quick thank you, you closed the door after the boy departed. The letter felt heavy in your hands; neither of you had spoken to Historia in “official” accordance. What could the Queen want?

Mikasa hurriedly made her way over to you, “what does the letter say?” She urged you to break the wax seal which hid the contents of the ever-elusive letter.

“The queen wishes to have us join her for dinner at her home.” You looked over at Mikasa before continuing to read the letter, “she wants us to bring Armin and the others as well.”

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kimnjss · 4 years

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capital h | pjm + jjk

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader x jimin ⇢ genre: smut. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationship | threesome. ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, slight nipple play, oral (f/m receiving), threesome, semi-public fingering, humiliation kink(?), slight dom!jimin, slight switch!jungkook, slight sub!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, penetrative sex, unsafe sex (wrap it up, loves!). a hint of jikook at the end. ⇢ summary: after learning of the activities your boyfriend and his best friend use to partake in, you can’t help but what to be apart of them. everyone always says, two is better than one, right? ⇢ A/N: this has been in my drafts for about three months, lmao. finally, i finished it and posted it! im lowkey excited because this was a lot of fun to write, and i’ve never written anything like it so! alright, yeah... let me know what you think x.

Your damp locks laid sprawled against your boyfriend's muscular thigh. Warm fingers twisting the wet curls between his fingers. Movements slowed due to the toe-curling, orgasm-inducing, mind-blowing tub sex you just shared. The last thing you had wanted was to get out and brave the cold air, but laying here, wrapped in his sheet with nothing underneath, you didn't want to be anywhere else.

Being in Jimin's arms was a rare occurrence these days, moments like this becoming cherished treasures that you looked forward to. Excitement was the easy way to describe how you felt when he and his six best friends were pulling up in front of your house, inviting you to spend their day off with them.

Of course, it was all Jimin's doing, you wouldn't have met any of those guys if it wasn't for your chance meeting with the handsome dancer. They liked you enough, though. Each showed you that they accept your relationship in their own way.

Seokjin, the oldest, had become something of a big brother to you; oftentimes taking your side on the rare occasion that you and Jimin argued. Never failed to give you insightful advice after the fact. Yoongi didn't really pay you any mind, but he thought you were cute and often times found himself cooing at you. You were closest to Hobi and Joon, becoming fast friends due to your like personalities and sense of humor. They thought you were hilarious, Jimin didn't see it.

As for the two youngest... despite you dating his best friend, Taehyung didn't really show much interest in you, neither did Jungkook. Yet, Taehyung did put in the effort to make conversation and make you feel included, unlike the youngest male. You had been convinced that he didn't like you, until a few weeks ago when his blatant staring began.

He'd be quick to look away whenever he knew he was caught, but he wasn't that sneaky. You never missed the cocky grin he'd try to hide or the knowing look he'd shoot in Taehyung's direction. There was definitely something up and it definitely involved you.

“What do you think of Jungkook?” The question was falling from your lips and you had your never-ending thoughts and overthinking to blame.

Jimin let out a snort of a laugh. “Jungkook? My best friend, and teammate? The guy that's been like a brother to me for the past 7 years? I guess he's alright,” Sarcasm dripped from his words and you rolled your eyes, lifting your head from his lap.

Your hand met his shoulder, gently pushing him back against the headboard. “I'm being serious. What do you think?”

“So am I. He's like a brother to me, why?” He found this sudden interest in the maknae odd...? Especially for you. It was obvious that the two of you didn't really socialize, so why were you asking about him all of a sudden? “What do you think of him?” Jimin prompted when your answer didn't come fast enough.

Taking a moment, you debated whether or not you should even bring this up. As he said, Jungkook was like a brother to him... what if calling out his weird behavior ended up rubbing Jimin in the wrong way and now you were without a boyfriend.

Jimin wasn't the type for dramatics, though. Everything was comfortable with him, not many things reaching his 'serious business' radar, so this should be fine, right? Right. “He's fine...” You buffered, teeth chewing at your lower lip.

Jimin pinned you with an expectant look, hated whenever you, or anyone, beat around the bush when there was obviously something on their mind. Taking this, you urged yourself to go on. “...I've just noticed like lately he's been... checking me out?” Mentally, you flinched, hoping the news wouldn't upset your boyfriend.

His chest rumbled as he barked out a laugh, head cocked back as the sweet sounds left his plump lips. Pillow soft punches met his stomach as you tried to get him to focus. “I'm being serious, Jimin! He's always staring at me with that stupid face,”

You imitated Jungkook's seemingly signature facial expression, eyebrows raised and tongue pushed into the inside of your cheek, eyes tracing over your boyfriend's body hungrily like Jungkook had done to you many times before. Another laugh left his lips at the sight of your face and you were scoffing, pushing him back again.

“I don't know why this is funny to you. I just told you one of your friends has been mentally undressing me, you should be livid!” You were quick to silence the insecure thoughts that his lack of reaction had floating around your mind.

It was no secret that Jimin was a jealous guy. What's his, is his... you were his! He should be enraged that some guy was looking at you like a piece of meat, he was the only one that was supposed to look at you like that. So why was he laughing?

Seeing that you were obviously upset, Jimin was reaching for your arms, uncrossing them from your bare chest. His hands held loosely on your wrist as he pulled you toward him, landing a soft kiss to your lips. “I think it's funny because it's not a big deal. Me and Jungkook are boys, he's not gonna try anything with you.” He assured you, another kiss landing on your lips.

“Okay, but, I heard him and Taehyung talking and-” You weren't even able to finish your sentence because he was sitting up, squinted eyes finding yours. “Taehyung was talking about you?”

Oh, now he wanted to be jealous? Scoffing, you pushed him back against the headboard. “Yes.” You couldn't help the roll of your eyes. “I was trying to tell you. Not only is Jungkook always checking me out, but I heard them talking about you and us... and something about an H?”

Jimin's expression softened, eyebrows relaxing as his cheeks tinted a few shades light of red. “Oh.” Crooked teeth worried his lower lip as he reached a hand up to push his hair back on his forehead.

“Oh? What does H stand for, Jimin?” Obviously, he knew exactly what they were talking about and it was making him... blush? “It's nothing.” He answered a bit too quickly. “It's something.” Your words chased his, a slight bite in your tone.

His eyes widened. “What are you gonna get mad if I don't tell you?” Laughter laced his words, but it wasn't the 'Ha-ha so funny' type of laugh, it was a type of nervous laugh he let out when he felt like he dug himself in a hole.

You were nodding your head simply, shoving the blanket from your waist. “Yup!” Hopping from the bed, you began searching the room for the jeans you had ditched the second you were entering his bedroom. Jimin was sitting up quickly, voice stopping your movements just as you got your jeans over your thighs. “Alright, alright! I'll tell you. Come sit back down,”

A triumphant smirk spread across your lips, as you crossed the room back to his bed. You sunk back down onto the comfortable mattress, crossing your legs underneath your bum as you awaited his explanation.

“First of all, this was before I met you so you can't hold this against me,” He prepped and you nodded your head, gesturing with your hand for him to go on. “A while ago... with my exes, or just like girls that hung around us... Jungkook and I would, you know...”

You had pretty a good idea what he was alluding to, but you weren't the type to graciously take a hint. “No, I don't know... you would, what?” He was rolling his eyes at the smirk on your lips, hands pushing his hair back out of habit.

“Share them, our girlfriends, the groupies... It was fun, you know? Capitol H doesn't stand for anything, it's literally what our bodies do,” He let out a short laugh and you picture the way an H looked. “...So I'd be the middle part?” You clarified, your words making Jimin's eyes snap up to you.

“Who said...” His words trailed off, brows furrowing as he visibly went through the thoughts bubbling in his mind. You didn't blame him. Despite the occasional interesting position or location, you liked to keep it pretty vanilla.

Well aware that Jimin was more experienced than you, you didn't want to disappoint. You always thought vanilla didn't technically mean boring... at least it didn't to you. But after hearing that he use to partake in regular threesomes you couldn't help but wonder what else the other girls he's been with let him do.

Just the pure fact that you were considering this, putting yourself in the situation was enough to baffle your boyfriend, confuse him enough to convince him that you were just fucking with him. A laugh slipped past his lips as he shook his head. “Come on, Yn. You wouldn't be into that.”

“How do you even know?”

“Well, because I know you. It was a long time ago, Yn. They were just talking shit, you don't have to-” Annoyed, you were cutting him off.

“I might want to. I could be into it, you don't know. Jungkook is cute and...”

His face was twisting, and you were afraid you had said the wrong thing. Sure of it when the words left his lips. “Are you saying you want to fuck, Jungkook?” Thankfully, he didn't exactly look angry... just a little bit put off?

A hand reached out for his, easily lacing your fingers together. “Listen, I know I'm not that... adventurous, when it comes to sex... but if it's something that you enjoyed doing or if you just want to, I'm just saying... I wouldn't be against it.” Your thumb soothes over the back of his hand and enjoys the smile that pushes onto his lips.

His eyes soften again, staring up at you lovingly. The confusion of whether or not you had just admitted you were into his bandmate gone and forgotten. “I promise, I like the sex we have just fine, don't worry.” He was leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull your body into his.

Four days passed since your conversation with Jimin. More and more time was spent around their dorm, soaking up as much time with him as you could before he was jetting off to his next schedule. Being around him all day, though, meant that you were around his friends all day too.

It wasn't a big deal, these guys were cool. At least, most of them were. In the past days, Jungkook had become bold, to say the least. Not looking away when he's caught staring, instead of waiting for you to be the one to break. On top of that, it was like the kid never knew when to shut up, always coming up with a snarky comment or undermining you but at the same time calling you 'Noona' with that boyish grin of his.

Jimin no doubt told him all about the talk that you two had if those boys were sharing girls... there was no way they weren't sharing secrets. You don't know what you knowing about their sexcapades did for him, but it clearly had gone to his head. It'd be best to just ignore him, you decided. No matter how undeniably attractive he was, there was nothing there for you. You didn't want him. Didn't need him, no matter the dampness that ensued whenever he smirked. And of course, you didn't ever notice the size of the bulge that constantly pushed against his pants. Was that boy always hard, or something!?

Like right now, just walking across the lawn in search of the ball he had been playing with, but right there fighting against his swim trunks... a huge boner! You cursed the moment Jin suggested a pool party would be a fun way to spend the afternoon.

It had sounded fun at the moment. Yoongi said he was going to barbecue and you were even more convinced when your boyfriend was making his way down the stairs shirtless in his swim shorts. The sexy one-word tattoo on full display, ripples of his abs seemed to glisten, the single trail of hair below his belly button disappearing underneath his waistband.

Yeah, you'd definitely enjoy this afternoon. So sure of it, until you were catching sight of the man that followed him down the stairs. Jungkook, of course, who else could irk you just with their presence?

A lot taller and more muscular than your lean boyfriend, black shorts hanging loosely on his hips, giving you a perfect view of the well-worked on V-line that acted a huge fucking arrow to his dick. Gentle lips found the top of your head, a strong arm wrapping around your waist. “You look pretty,” Jimin mumbled into your ear, and you grinned, leaning into his chest.

Jimin was always very vocal when it came to the things that he liked to see. You showing some skin? Definitely at the top of his list. Took that into account when you picked out your swimsuit for this gathering; a red triangle string bikini, lacy black flowers decorating your breasts, and hips.

It was obvious that Jimin thought you looked good, could tell with the lingering glances in your direction as you laid on your back trying to soak up some sun. What you didn't account for was the slight chance that his friends might think the same. And by friends, you meant Jungkook, of course.

Poor kid couldn't take his eyes off of you, not even for a second. Which explains his constant need to get out of the pool and retrieve the ball that he kept failing to catch. The situation almost funny, if the sexy flex in his arms as he pulled his body out of the water didn't always catch your attention. If your eyes weren't automatically trailing over every ridge and bump of his muscles.

He'd smirk when catching you, toss his long wet hair before slipping back into the water. Wouldn't even wait to see the annoyed roll of your eyes, not as it mattered – he had already caught you staring, more than once. Acting as if he didn't affect you was a waste. And to make matters worse, Jimin was always right there observing each and every one of your interactions with the kid, face giving nothing away.

Not angry, or annoyed. Just watching, as if he was curious to see what you'd do. How you'd react. As if he had put this whole entire thing in motion earlier and was observing the aftermath.

By the time Yoongi was announcing dinner, your body was buzzing with annoyance. Or was it desire? Either way, you were about two seconds from ripping your hair at the roots. Jimin sat beside you, the first time he was within arms reach the entire evening. He grinned, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you close engulfing you with his sweet scent.

Stupidly, you found yourself relaxing in his arms. Head falling on his shoulder while a hand lifted to press against his stomach. He was warm but still a little wet from the pool. You felt the movement of his head but didn't bother with lifting your head to see who he was speaking too. Stupid, because seconds later the spot next to you was being taken up.

Guess who.

Of course, Jeon Jungkook was slipping into the space beside you, a cocky grin playing on his most likely soft lips. His eyes flickered over to Jimin's before he was dropping his focus back onto you.

“We've got burgers and hot dogs, and Jin is coming out with the chicken,” Yoongi called out, stepping toward the table with a tray of meat in hand. The second the food was in reach, the boys were hurrying to load their plates.

Like the ever so dotting boyfriend, Jimin loaded up your plate as he did his. Comfortable conversation surrounded the table, voices overlapping and thick strings of laughter falling from their lips. You weighed in where you could, beaming when you were able to make a few of them laugh along with you.

It was fun. Talking to them, getting along. Despite the fact you had been dating Jimin for a while, conversations with most of his friends were surface level at most. It didn't really bother you, but it was a good feeling knowing that if needed, you could get along with these guys.

“No, yeah... if you're into old-time movies, you should definitely check out...” Taehyung's words were fading into the background, your attention slipping from what he was saying and to the warm hand on your thigh. Jimin's. An unsuspecting smile on his lips when you looked up to catch his gaze.

Just barely catching the title of the movie Taehyung was referring to, you turned your attention back to him. “It's good? I should check it out.” He nodded, all at once losing interest in the conversation, Jin's story catching his ear.

There was a mischievous glint in Jimin's eye as he spread your legs apart, tips of his fingers trailing up your bare thigh. His head tilting until his lips were able to reach the skin of your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses down the length.

You felt your body melting into him. Ready to succumb to whatever he had in store for you, the tingle of anticipation rushing through your veins. A familiar heat spreading throughout your body, lips curling into your mouth as you waited. The press against your left side had your eyes snapping open, darting to the cool tattooed hand making it's way up to your thigh. Jungkook.

His fingers inching up your thigh, closer and closer to your core while Jimin held your legs apart, fingers tight against your flesh. “If you don't like it, tell him to stop.” His words are hushed against your ear, and you're nodding quickly, hearing the sincerity in his voice.

Jungkook wastes no time, callused fingers finding your clit through the fabric of your bikini bottoms. He presses down, fingers moving in circles as your body jolts at the sudden friction. “She's sensitive,” He speaks as if he's taking notes rather than trying to hold a conversation. You hold your breath, legs spreading slightly. Jimin's lips fall from your skin, cheek resting against your shoulder so he can see.

Never did you think you'd be the one to have such a penchant for something as risky as public foreplay, but here you were growing wetter by the second, the thought that either one of his friends could catch you with a simple turn of their heads. It had you unbelievably turned on, mixed with the fact that your boyfriend was watching you rather than doing it definitely added to it.

Jungkook laughs beside you, but not at you. Delved in a conversation with Namjoon across the table as if his fingers weren't pushing your bottoms out of the way underneath the table. A long finger lazily traces over your wet folds. Jimin's chuckle covers the gasp that leaves your lips when Jungkook's fingers graze over your bare clit.

Jin is smiling appreciatively in his direction at the support of his joke. You were going to get caught. The thought and the consequences weighing heavily on your mind, causing you to shift attempting to close your legs. “It's fine,” Jimin assures you with a whisper, strong hand holding your leg in place.

The moment you're relaxing, Jungkook's hand is reaching down to grasp your other thigh. Easily lifting it to hook over his own, giving him total access to your throbbing pussy. It's not lost on you how hot it feels to be exposed like this, but you're not given any time to analyze what it means as soon as Jungkook traces his fingers over your entrance.

The tips of his fingers take their time with gathering the wet arousal that had accumulated between your legs before they're moving back up to tease your tight hole. Teeth digging into your plump lip as the tips of his fingers slowly begin slipping into your core.

Trying your damnedest to keep your face from giving away what was going on underneath the table. You force yourself to concentrate on the words coming from Namjoon's mind, although they're just words... not coherent enough to follow the actual story.

Slowly, Jimin is reaching his thick fingers down between your legs, using his middle and index fingers to spread your lips further apart, giving him a better view. You gasp, Jungkook's fingers pumping shallowly in and out of you.

For a moment, your body stills, afraid you had been too loud just then. Calming when you realize none of them were looking in your direction, not even Jungkook who was the cause of all of this. No, he was seemingly wrapped in conversation with Taehyung, a teasing smirk on his lips that you guessed was meant for you.

Jimin was the only one look at you, watching Jungkook's long fingers bury themselves deep inside of you. He's flexing them, curling and uncurling as the pad of his thumb fingers your needy clit. He's basically drooling at the sight, wet lazy kisses landing on your shoulder. His hand resting over his covered crotch, palming himself through the fabric.

A louder, desperate whimper is falling from your lips. This time catching the attention of Taehyung. Words coming to a halt as his eyes dart between the three of you, a wide smirk slipping onto his features. “Are you alright, Yn?” There's a teasing glint in his eye, letting you know he's not at all asking if you're alright. No, he knew exactly what was happening underneath the table and he was making it all of his business to tease you about it.

Plastering a tight-lipped smile onto your lips, you muster all the strength you can to nod your head. “I'm fine,” There's a strain in your voice, giving him enough reason to pull a look of concern, his head tilting to the side.

“Are you sure? You look a little flushed,” His brows furrow, topping off his fake worry and you're suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. The encounter is catching Namjoon's attention beside him, his gaze lifting to study your face. “Oh, yeah. You don't look so good.” He weighs in, actually looking worried about you.

Jungkook takes this growing attention as an invitation to speed up the movement of his fingers. Hand tightening on your thigh, keeping you from snapping your legs shut. Two fingers plunging deep inside of you, tips brushing against the spongy spot inside of you. Jimin's domineering gaze watches your face, waiting for your response.

However, it doesn't come. The thrusts of Jungkook's fingers, mixed with the relentless strokes of his thumb on your clit has a moan falling from your lips. It's loud and breathy, and definitely recognizable even if all attention wasn't on you. You see Jungkook's eyes widen from the corner of your eye, but he's being really careful about not looking directly at you.

You do, actually, see him steal a glance in Jimin's direction... almost as if he's asking for guidance, but he's being ignored, Jimin's lust-filled eyes never leaving your face. “Take that kinky shit upstairs,” Yoongi speaks flatly, bored expression on his face as he stares at you.

Jimin's hand is quick to reach between your legs, adjusting your bottoms as Jungkook withdraws his fingers from inside of you, pushing your thigh from his. You ignore the way your walls flutter at the sudden emptiness, snapping your legs shut as embarrassment reddens your cheeks and dampens your pussy.

“Let's go.” There's no room for protest with the way he speaks, excusing himself from the table as he looks expectantly between you and Jungkook. The younger male is quick to stand, watching you as he pushes his glistening fingers into his mouth. Your heart pounds as he slowly sucks your juices from the digits.

The other boys have turned their attention from you three, still, your body felt hot. Cheeks flushed and pussy pulsing with want. Need. You needed them, both of them. Need to have both of them on you, around you, inside you. With a breath, you're standing, following them into the house and up into Jimin's room.

Jungkook shuts the bedroom door, flicking the lock as Jimin turns to look down at you. “You still not against this?” Eyes much softer now, gentle hands finding your hips in order to pull your body toward his. You're nodding without a second thought, want buzzing in your veins. No way were you backing out now.

Despite the grin rapidly growing on his plush lips, Jimin was still asking: “Are you sure?” Your words chased his, hands reaching up to land on his jawline. “I'm sure,” Your lips found him, instantly being parted by their thickness. His tongue twists and tangles with yours, a single hand reaching to grasp your jaw, holding your head in place as he licks into your mouth.

Suddenly, he's pulling back, soft eyes tinted with a dark desire. He's turning your head with the grip of his strong hand, your eyes finding Jungkook who had moved to stand directly behind you.

Jungkook is quick to capture your lips with his. Soft lips tasting heavily of cherry, you kiss him back, body turning, melting into his as the erection between his legs brushes against your lower belly. He bites into your lower lip, tugging it slightly and pulling a whimper from his lips.

You feel his smirk as his tongue slips past your parted lips, mapping out every inch of your mouth while his hands drop to your scarcely covered ass. Hips pushing back, involuntarily surrendering more of your ass to his. Jungkook's lips are falling from yours, hands sliding underneath the fabric of your bottoms to cup your bare ass.

“Jungkook,” You gasp out when his hands squeeze down hard on your ass, grip pulling your body tight against his. With little to no effort, Jungkook is lifting your body off of the floor, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He walks the two of you to the bed, laying your body onto the soft mattress.

When he had moved was lost on you, Jimin now sitting comfortably on the chair adjacent to the bed. Hard cock straining against the fabric of his swim trunks, his hand resting over it as he watched you with his best friend.

With your legs hanging loosely from his hips, Jungkook leans down to bury his head in the crook of your neck. Sucking wet hickeys into the skin while his large hands trail down the gentle curves of your body, fingers finding the tight bows on either side of your hips. Your breaths come out labored, rapidly losing yourself in the way he's tonguing at your skin, teeth grazing its sensitivity.

“Fuck,” He groans, hips pushing into yours. The sound of his voice nearly startling you, with how quiet he has been since the start of all this. “I never thought I'd have a chance to have you like this,” He sighs softly against your skin. Only a second was spared for you to wonder just how often he thought about having you like this. If Jimin knew.

Jungkook's hands were quickly traveling up your back, a single tug on the string of your bikini had it loosening around your chest. He wastes no time with discarding it, tossing it somewhere behind him before leaning down. Hot tongue connecting with your hardened bud, rolling it around in his mouth. A soft moan slips past your lips, head falling back just enough to catch sight of Jimin.

Teeth worrying his plush lips, a hand-dipped into the front of his shorts as he watches you. Hooded eyes find yours and you swear you see his cock twitch in his hand. Your fingers tangled in Jungkook's hair, holding his head against your chest as he grinds his covered cock against the flimsy material of your bathing suit.

Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling his closer as you lift your hips. Jimin's groan mixes with the sound of yours, Jungkook's head lifting only for a moment to catch sight of his older friend, only to drop back down mouth latching onto your neglected nipple.

“Make her cum, Kook,” Jimin speaks hastily growing impatient with how slow Jungkook was being. How he seemed to be taking his time, reveling in each moment he had with you. Allowing himself to memorize every inch of your body while he had the chance.

The sight demand has Jungkook's body jumping to action, teeth grazing over your nipple as his hand travels down the front of your body dipping into your bottoms and covering your pussy without pause.

Your legs squirm while his fingers toy with your bundle of nerves a wet trail of kisses, creating a line from your breasts down the middle of your body. You're sprawled out beneath him, legs wide as you wait for what you know is coming. It's not long before his head is between your legs, looking up at you with the sexiest pout and you feel as though you could cum at the sight.

“You're soaked,” His head is tilting slightly, licking along your slit in one click motion and you're moaning out. “I've always wondered the sounds you'd make having your cute little pussy eaten.” His thumb is covering your clit, stroking it gently as your core flutters, from the growing smirk on his face, it's safe to say he noticed.

Strong hands holding your legs apart, Jungkook lunges forward to press his soft lips against your folds. He sucks kisses against your damp lips, tongue stroking against them slowly. You're whimpering, can feel your pussy dripping as you reach down to tangle your fingers in his soft locks.

He's quick with the up-down movement of his tongue against your slick pussy lips, tracing over each ridge and cure but avoiding that one spot he's sue would have you falling apart instantly. Instead, kept his thumb pressed against it still, motionless.

Your hips lift, rocking into his face while his tongue lowers to tease your wanting entrance. Large hands curling around your hips to grasp the cure of your ass, pulling your body tighter against his mouth. “Fuck, Jungkook!” The shout falling from your lips as he ups his speed, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit.

Jimin's breathy groan sounds from behind you, the familiar fap of his hand working against his hardened cock filling your ears and egging you on. His thumb slowly plays with the head, spreading the precum leaking from it. Having him watch you, turned on by the sight of you moaning his friend's name, turned on enough that he was jerking himself off at the sight. It made you feel hot, an unexplainable rush of desire coursing through your veins.

Jungkook is pulling his tongue from inside of you it quickly being replaced with two long fingers. He pushes all the way to the knuckle, curling them to press deep inside of you. You feel the coil in your stomach slowly tighten as he continues his movements, your orgasm approaching.

A silent scream leaves your lips the moment his lips are wrapping around your neglected clit, sucking softly as his tongue teases it. Hips lifting and rolling, body convulsing as your orgasm begins to wash over you. Jungkook's grip tightens around your shaking thighs, holding your legs in place as he pushes another finger inside of you.

His lips suck down harder, head tilting to the side to twist your clit along with it. That paired with the new stretch of his added finger have you cumming hard all at once. His name leaves your lips in a desperate mewl, grip tightening in his hair as your back arches off the bed.

Jungkook's pulling his fingers from your body, letting up on the suction around your clit relaxing into gentle licks of his tongue. His strong hands cover your ass, holding your body against his mouth as you ride out your orgasm. He laps up every bit of your wet cum, ignoring the sensitive twitch of your legs until he's finished. Until he's satisfied and sitting upon his knees, licking your arousal from his lips.

He's staring at you with so much want, lust, lips slightly swollen and very red. His hair sticks up messily around his head from the grip of your fingers, chest heaving with heavy breath as he watches you.

Jimin stands from his position behind you, hands tugging his shorts the rest of the way down his legs before he's taking slow strides in your direction. With much effort, you're lifting your body until you're seated. He grins down at you, a hand wrapped around his length while the other reaches for the nape of your neck.

“I want you to suck me off while Jungkookie fucks you open, how's that sound?” He's wearing such a sweet smile on his face, a direct contradiction to the words that fall from his lips and the vulgar things they convey. You're nodding your head quickly, either way, leaning into his touch as his hand travels to rest against your jaw.

Jungkook has stood from the bed, discarding his shorts in the process. He's rummaging on the other side of the room, but your focus is not on him. No, your attention is stuck on the man in front of you. His soft thumb brushing against your lower lip, your mouth falling open. He grins.

“You made me so hard baby. Loved seeing you cum on Kookie's tongue, did it feel good?” You're nodding your head, eyes snapping up to find his. He chews on his lower lip, tracing the curves of your lips with the tip of his cock. You try to move your head to coax his cock into your mouth, but he's having too much fun teasing you to let that happen.

Pushing your tongue out, you manage to slide it over the underside of his cock. He groans, head lolling to the side as he gives in, slowly guiding his cock past your lips and into your mouth. Your lips latch onto his dick and quickly begin licking and suckling at his length. His teeth dig into his lip as he watches you, hand reaching to grasp your hair.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby.” He pants, rocking his hips forward slightly. Your body warms at the praise, sucking harder and speeding the bob of your head. His lower belly tightens, both hands tangled in your hair and tightening to hold your head still. Mouth widening, you allow him to push his hips forward, taking more of his cock down your throat.

You let him gag you, spit gathering around your lips as tears brim in your eyes. Hands braced on his hips as if that'd be enough to slow his movements. With the fucked out look on his face, the grip in your hair; it was obvious he didn't plan on letting up any time soon. Not like you even wanted him too, anyway.

Jungkook was coming to crouch behind you, large hands finding your hips. The palm of his hand is slapping against one of your cheeks, forcing your body to jolt forward a muffled moan leaving your lips. The movement pushing you down further onto Jimin's cock, the head hitting against the back of your throat causing a cough to fall from your lips.

Reluctantly, you pull back, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to his length as heavy coughs shook your body. Jungkook let out a loud laugh, hands on your hips positioning your body onto your knees. Jimin's unmistakably gentle hand rubbed at your back, attempting to soothe your coughs as he lined his cock with your lips once more.

You were taking him into your mouth once more, sucking with much more fervor this time. He chuckles above you, eyes flickering up to Jungkook who's fingers caressing your wet pussy lips. “She's so wet, Hyung. Think she liked choking on your cock.” He comments, fingers lazily stroking your pussy.

Warmth spreads through your body at his words. Jungkook was much different from Jimin, sexually as well as everything else. Where Jimin never mentioned how much he knew you liked to suck him off, Jungkook was more than willing to voice his revelation that you were particularly dripping. As if he got off on the thought of embarrassing you, and it should annoy you, but it only made you want him more.

Wanted to prove to him that you didn't so easily wither, that it would take a lot more to make you shy away. No matter the blush the took over his cheeks every time he was crude.

His hand reached for your hair, tangling in the soft strands and slowly pulling you off of his friend's cock. Your back was soon pressed flush against his chest, a strong arm wrapping around your waist. You can see Jimin clearly now, muscles glistening with a thin layer of sweat as his palm stroked his wet cock.

Jungkook's dick is pressed firmly against your ass cheek and your hips slowly rock back, rubbing against it. He bites back a groan, hand dropping to hold your hips in place. “You want me to fuck you, Yn?” His mouth is right by your ear, but he's speaking loud enough for both you and Jimin to hear. “Want me to make you cum, again? But this time on my cock... make you fall apart while your boyfriend watches, you'd like that, huh?” Rough fingers find your clit, flicking and tugging at it. And you nod frantically, spreading your legs wide from him and avoiding the lust-filled gaze of your boyfriend.

He reaches for your chin, lifting your head so you're looking directly at Jimin. Jungkook moved behind you, shifting his hips until the tip of his cock nudges your awaiting entrance. “Say it,” He hisses into your ear. “Tell him,” His lower lip drags over the shell of your ear, fingers dipping lower to spread your lips for him.

“I want-,” You feel heat growing in your chest, Jimin's expectant gaze making you feel small. He's stroking his cock much slower now, waiting on labored breaths. Jungkook's fingers pinch your clit and pleasure shoots through your veins, body twitching. “Don't be shy, princess. He can take it...” His fingers rub figure eights into the bundle of nerves.

There was no telling how you looked right now, fucked out and panting. Desperately trying to wiggle your hips in hope to steal away more than he was letting you have. Lips are swollen and cheeks tear-stained from having Jimin's cock down your throat moments before. Your back arches against his chest as he drags the length of his cock over your slit, teasing you.

“I want!” You shout, an electric shock of pleasure fueling you, “Jimin, fuck... watch me. I want you to watch me when Jungkook fucks me,” You plead, crazed eyes staying trained on your boyfriend. “Want you to see him make me cum.”

“Fuck,” Jimin groans, at the same time Jungkook is pushing inside of you. His thick cock spreading your folds and breaking through your walls. You let out a loud whine, pushing back against him welcoming each inch of his length. He's groaning only when he's bottoming out, hands falling to your hips, body dropping onto your knees again.

“She's so tight,” Jungkook sighs, pulling his hips back until the tip of his cock is catching on your pursed entrance. He pushes forward quickly, pulling a wail from your lips. Repeating the action until he feels your walls loosening around him.

He's soon falling into a steady pace, hips snapping against yours as his fingers bruise your hips. Your legs spread wide as you fist at the bedsheets below you, whiny moans leaving your lips as you move back against him. Jimin steps back, no doubt taking in the sight in before him. The way your eyes continue to roll, flushed cheeks and mouth open wide. How your back curves into the globes of your ass the ripple with each strong thrust of Jungkook's hips. “Fuck, baby. You're taking his cock so well,” Jimin praises with a proud look on his face.

His soft hand brushes your hair out of your face, holding it back in a makeshift ponytail. “How does it feel, baby?” Weakly, you lift your gaze to look up at him. “S-so good,” Voice hoarse and breathy. Jungkook grins behind you, angling his hips to slide deeper inside of you.

“Such a good girl,” Jimin's free hand wraps around his cock. And your mouth is opening before your mind can register what he wants, warm cock filling your mouth, your lips wrapping tightly around the base.

He's sliding down your throat easily, your head bobbing in time with the slow thrusts of his hips. You reach your hands forward to grasp his balls, hands massaging against the velvety skin and his pants. Incoherent mumbles of praise fall from Jimin's lips as his head falls back.

He looks so hot, even from this angle. The veins of his neck prominent with the clench of his teeth. Collarbones thick and on full display, housing his well worked on pecks and the tight ripples of his abs. His hand lifts to grasp your hair, holding your head in place to thrust shallowly down your throat.

“S-shit, I'm cumming.” Jungkook whines from behind you, hips pressed flush against your ass while his legs tighten. You feel the familiar expansion of the condom around his cock as the sounds of his whiny moans fill the room. Jimin lifts his head, a chuckle leaving his lips as his eyes find the pink-cheeked man in front of him.

“That was quick,” Jimin teases, pulling his hips back until his cock is falling from your lips. Jungkook does the same. Your body shocked instantly with emptiness, you whine in protest, hips wiggling in search of your release.

“It's been a while,” Jungkook defends, slumping against the mattress, arms lifting to cover his eyes. Desperately trying to slow his breathing, not paying any mind to the cum that leaks the condom in thick globs painting the sheets underneath him. “Did Kookie even make you cum?” Jimin's words are directed to you and you're quick to shake your head.

He tsks, hand reaching for your thigh and flipping your body onto its back. Your legs spread as he lowers himself between them, cock easily pushing its way deep into your pussy. A moan falls from your lips, hips lifting to meet his thrust. “Let me show you how to do it.”

Jungkook is removing his arm from his eyes, turning his attention to yours and Jimin's bodies. He watches as Jimin's firm ass lifts and drops into you, each powerful thrust pushing your body up. Watches as your nails mark up his smooth back. Listens to the way his groans mix with your whimpers.

Your eyes catch his for a moment, and you're soon realizing that he's not watching you. Mouth parted and eyes dazed as he stares. But not at you. Jimin's reaching his hand down, fingers finding your clit as he pushes you toward your nearing orgasm. Eyes screwing shut, you let yourself feel it.

Toes curling and back arching as your release washes over you. Jimin hisses from the way your walls clench around his cock, his thrusts becoming sloppy, untimed. Jungkook watches as he cums, filling you up. Your name falling from his lips in a breathy moan. Your legs tighten around his waist, holding his body tight against yours.

Minutes pass before Jimin is pulling out, rolling onto his back with a huff. He grins wide down at you, lips catching yours in a loving kiss as his hand moves between your legs, pushing his escaped cum back into your pussy. You can't help the giggle that leaves your lips from the feeling.

“You did so well, baby.” He's complimenting you after his lips are releasing yours. You smile wide, eyes shifting between him and Jungkook. “It was amazing, thank you.” Jungkook nods his acknowledgment while Jimin presses another kiss to your lips, before standing from the bed.

“I'm gonna go run you a bath,” Jimin grins, kissing the top of your head gently before disappearing into the bathroom. The second he's gone, Jungkook is standing from the bed. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy, and he looks out of breath; but nevertheless he's moving as if he couldn't get out of there fast enough.

You let him. Don't bother to ask him why. You know why. And now that you knew, all the little things surrounding were starting to make sense. As if a neon sign had been flashing the warning from the beginning, but you had chosen to ignore it. Explained it away as Jungkook being a protective best friend, but you were wrong. You were so wrong. Realization was hitting you all at once and you wondering how many of their conquests found out the exact same thing.

Jungkook was in love with Jimin.

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