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buckysgoldenheart · 3 years

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Watching You

Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: Walter did not like to waste time on stupid things, and being asked by some young troublemaker to start following an ex-girlfriend around fell under that category. At least, it did, until he found out just who the ex-girlfriend was.

Words: 2334

Warnings: Cursing. Slight smut. Not Edited or anything of the sort, so expect little!

Note: This is just something I had saved that I thought I’d post while I finish up the Vampire Henry Series (Unexpectedly Bitten). I plan to post the rest of that fic all at once, most likely this weekend. As always, comments are appreciated :)

What a no-good loser. That’s what Walter thought the second Jimmy Masters walked through the front door of his office on a Saturday evening. He was a good six inches shorter than Walter, much scrawnier, ten years younger at least, and in desperate need of a haircut. He was the kind of kid Walter hated, the kind of kid that had probably seen the inside of a jailcell for a night or two for some stupid, petty crime, yet refused to learn his lesson.

Walter’s eyebrow arched in disinterest and he sat back in his chair, arms crossed as a coworker led the kid inside.

“We think this falls in your area, Marshall.”

Walter had only nodded and told the boy to sit to explain his reason for interrupting the first moment of peace in the day.

“I got a friend who says detectives know how to follow people real well,” Jimmy said, his voice an aggravating tone that Walter already couldn’t stand.

Walter cleared his throat. “Your friend is rather astute.”

“What?”

The detective blew out a breath, exhausted after speaking with the kid for less than a minute. “Just tell me what you want.” And when Jimmy was done with his pitch, Walter said with a sigh, “You want me to follow a girl that clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you?”

“No, man. She loves me. She does. She’s just confused right now, and I gotta make sure there’s no other guy, ya know? I don’t want her messing around. It’s disrespectful.”

Walter heaved out another long sigh, rubbing at his temples. “But she’s your ex-girlfriend.”

Jimmy shook his head, his shaggy, dusty-blond hair swaying vigorously with the motion. “That’s temporary.”

Snorting, Walter sat up in his chair. “Sure it is. Look, you think maybe she just isn’t interested anymore?”

“Hey, I’m not here for additional commentary. Can you help me or not?”

“From what you’ve said, she’s not breaking any laws, she’s not a danger to herself or others, so I have no reason to—”

“Please, man. Please,” Jimmy said, putting his palms together in lame prayer. Walter was sure this boy hadn’t prayed to anything in his entire life. “I’ll never step foot in here again if you help me out just this once.”

Walter eyed the kid, trying to weight the pros and cons of wasting his time on something so inane, but if it got the little, blond twit to go away, then he figured there were worse things. It had been a slow week as it was. He groaned and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. “Fine. What’s her name?”

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“Walter,” You said, trying to hold back any emotion in your voice as you moved aside to let him pass the threshold into your small apartment. As habit had it, you were much happier to see him than you wished. Walter always had a way of lighting your every nerve on fire from just your bodies being in the same room. You couldn’t help wanting him, missing him, but you hid it well.

As he walked in, his body trailed the outside chill behind, sending a shiver down your spine. Then he pulled the beanie you’d bought him off his head and turned to face you. Though the irritated look on his face was not an uncommon one, you didn’t appreciate it directed at you.

You crossed your arms. “Well?” Walter hung around quite often until you had asked him to quit it, and though he didn’t usually listen to you--putting his own concerns above your wishes--you knew he held a respect for you that made him at least try to keep his distance. If he was stopping by now…well, it could only bring you trouble, but not seeing his face in so long had you more lenient.

“Why is some punk walking into my precinct and asking me to follow you?”

Your eyebrows rose. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. How many punks could you possibly have hanging around?”

Being a decade older, Walter often made you laugh at his distaste for younger adults. You were the one exception, he’d always said, but all others were ‘punks.’ He feared the day Faye had to deal with boys your age, if she were ever so unlucky. “You met Jimmy?”

His fists kept clenching and unclenching, his shoulders somehow broadened, and the frown on his face made his eyebrows pinch and dip deep. “This idiot is really attached to you, Y/N.”

The more he spoke, the more you realized that ‘irritated’ may have been too sweet a word for what Walter really was. “He just doesn’t like his ego being bruised.”

Walter shrugged off his winter coat and tossed it on the couch as if it was still normal for him to do so, then ran a hand through the dark, messy curls you always loved. “Why the hell are you messing around with a--?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not messing around with him anymore.”

“Well, he seems to think it’s temporary.”

“It’s not.”

Crossing his arms, Walter shook his head like a disappointed parent would at their bratty, misbehaving child; the way you’d seen him look at Faye every time he found out she was spending too much time on social media. “Stay away from this guy, alright?”

“You would tell me to stay away from any guy,” You mumbled to yourself with a snort.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

“Do not give me attitude,” He snapped back. “You’re not being safe! If you were, maybe we wouldn’t be having this conversation!"

Instantly, your shoulders stooped and the same old headache began to form. “Not this again, Walt. According to you I’m never safe unless I’m in your line of sight.”

“Yes!” He yelled, stomping your way, stopping just short of ramming his body through yours. “Now if only you could stay in it!”

“You can’t have eyes on me all day every day.”

“The hell I can’t!”

“You promised, Walter.” You let out a small whine. “I told you it was too hard for me to keep seeing you around wherever I went, and you promised you would stop watching me.” You wished it didn’t have to be that way. You wished seeing his face didn’t bring on such a potent punch of pain, but it did. Every single day when you left your apartment, you saw him standing by his car, a coffee cup in hand, unashamedly watching you like some creep. Eventually, you stopped looking in the direction you knew he would be, hoping you may forget he was there at all, but you always felt his eyes on you; such a strong stare, he might as well have been touching you. But you couldn’t take it. Months of your every move being tracked by the man you loved but couldn’t have was taking its toll, and so you begged him to leave you alone, to give you some relief.

“I did stop, and what happened? Barely a month after I made that stupid promise, some dumb, obsessed kid comes asking me to stalk you.”

You leaned back against the wall, growing more exhausted by the minute. “Well, with all the past practice you’ve had watching my every move, I’d say he was rather smart to pick you of all people. Shitty coincidence that he would though, since now I’m getting lectured.”

“I am not lecturing you.”

“Fine, but whatever this is you’re doing here, you’re out of line. My business is not your business anymore. It hasn’t been your business for the last five months.”

“Your little boyfriend came to me,” He said, pointing a finger at his chest, “so yes, it is my bus--”

“It is not!” You bit back. “You could’ve turned him away. You could’ve told him not to follow me around unless he was itching to get a restraining order, but you didn’t, did you? You took this opportunity to check up on me. Again!”

He stepped back, looking as if you had slapped him. His aggressive, guarded barrier of emotions cracked, and you could see the vulnerability he hadn’t shown since your relationship ended.

“Walter” You sighed, “You’re the one who stepped back. You’re the one who said it would be best if we weren’t in a relationship. You said I was a distraction and—”

“I said you’d be at risk, not that you’re a distraction.”

“It doesn’t make a difference.”

“Damn it, Y/N, it does! I only did it because I love you!” He said without hesitation, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You know that!”

You blinked. “No, I did not know that! You seriously broke up with me because you love me? That’s ridiculous.”

“I broke up with you to keep you safe, but I clearly suffered for nothing seeing as you put yourself in unsafe situations even without my association.”

You wanted to believe him, so bad, but people don’t leave behind the ones they love. After all, you loved him and the thought of leaving him made you nauseous, even now. When you were together, he may have appeared in love, but after a year he still hadn’t told you and you knew you’d let yourself get a little too hopeful. If you were honest with yourself, him breaking up with you was not as much of a shock as it should’ve been. But as you looked at him now, you could see that he truly believed you already knew.

“It doesn’t make sense that you would do that,” You said. “People don’t just break up with someone they love.”

“Fuck, Y/N, did I ever seem unhappy with you? Did I ever come across like I didn’t want you every second of every day? My every other thought was of you,” He said loudly, like a rant, and you were having a hard time figuring out who he was mad at. “So don’t try to tell me how I felt, and feel now. I still love you and that’s not going to change, but I can’t have criminals, murderers even, coming after you because they are pissed at me for hunting them down or having a case against them. It would take nothing for the average officer or detective to figure out that you and I were together even if we were hiding it. How hard do you think it would be for some psychopath?”

You hadn’t realized a tear slipped down your cheek until you tasted it at the corner of your lips. It was salty but somehow bitter and left a thick burning path along your skin. You quickly wiped it away. “Why didn’t you tell me this months ago?”

“Because, stubborn as you are, you wouldn’t have listened. You would have told me it didn’t matter.” He fell backwards onto the couch, closing his eyes and letting out a groan. “I try to do the right thing. I try to protect you, thinking everything will be fine as long as no one can link you to me, but I can’t…stay away.” His eyes met yours. “And then you beg me to, and it’s excruciating to obey. When I was able to watch over you, it reminded me that I did the right thing. You were safe and I could constantly be reassured of that.”

You walked over to him, your heart thumping with every step, then sat on your knees in front of him, placing your hand atop his own resting on his thigh. His other hand reached for your face and his fingers softly grazed your cheek before they tucked some hair behind your ear. “Walt—”

“That kid…Jimmy,” Walter interrupted as he began tracing the back of your hand with his thumb. “He thinks you’re in love with him.”

“I’m not.”

“You swear?”

“Of course, Walt. I told you--”

“I know,” He said with a single nod of his head. “I know. Maybe I’ll actually get some sleep now.”

You rested your cheek on the inner side of his knee and said, “You could sleep here.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” You bit your lip nervously. You couldn’t even dare to count how many times you’d had sex during the course of your relationship, but now, asking him not to leave made your pulse thrum in your ears.

He leaned forward and looked down at you. “Because I don’t think I can say no to you.”

“Then why would you bother trying,” You whispered without a second thought and slowly inched up on your knees so you could connect your lips with his.

It lasted only a second or two before he broke the kiss, grabbed you by the arm, and yanked you onto his lap. His grip at the back of your neck pulled your mouth to his as your hand slipped between your bodies and quickly started to undo his belt buckle.

“God, baby,” Walter groaned against your lips when you wrapped your fingers around his thick cock and released it from his jeans. He pulled the ratty, old t-shirt of his over your shoulders and softly settled his hands on your hips. “Damn it.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just…missed these,” He said, placing a kiss on one bare breast, then the other. “I missed you, so much.” He placed his lips to the curve of your neck, then met your eyes. “I miss you every fucking day.”

You kissed his forehead, and his arms tightened around you as you lifted your hips and sank down onto him. “I missed you too, Walter,” You said, but the words melted somewhere within the mix of your moans and his groans.

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byunsboyz · 4 years

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My Answer (Is You)

Exo Fanfiction

Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Wordcount: 4k

Genre: fluff (teeny tiny amount of implied smut)

Wedding AU

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“How many puns should I write into these vows?” You overhear Baekhyun asking himself.

You’ve just walked through the door. It’s the late evening and you’ve just arrived home from work after a short stop at the grocery store.

Walking in on your fiance still trying to write his vows for your wedding that’s in less than a month

He’s scratching the top of his head as he hunches over the laptop screen in front of him. Sitting at the small dining table in the corner of your kitchen, his back facing away from you.

You close the door behind you gently and walk up behind him.

“So you think proclaiming your love for me is a joke, huh?” you whisper menacingly in his ear, trying to hold back your urge to laugh.

Baekhyun jumps out of his seat in surprise.

“WHY ARE YOU CREEPING UP ON ME” he gasps, dramatically holding his chest and slamming his laptop shut in an attempt to hide the blank word document that you already saw over his shoulder moments ago.

You ignore his dramatics and set the groceries weighing down your arms on the counter.

“You know something Baek-” you huff as you start to unpack the food into the fridge and cupboards.

You’re about to say something petty, feeling frustrated and tired from a particularly stressful day at work.

The brief thought that Baekhyun isn’t taking your wedding seriously appears in your mind before you cut it off with a shake of your head.

At the same time, you feel a pair of strong hands slipping around your waist, pulling you closely as the warmth of Baekhyun’s lips presses softly behind your ear.

You instantly relax. Leaning against him as you let out all feelings of tension in a single breath.

“Hey” he whispers, his lips still resting on the back of your neck.

“Why don’t you go take a nice relaxing shower? I’ll finish putting this stuff away and get dinner started.”

He’s rocking you gently side to side.

“We can put them away together” you hum, turning in his arms and reaching upwards to cup his face.

You pull him into a soft kiss, feeling the corners of his lips pull back into a smile against your mouth.

His hand trails up your back to the nape of your neck, his other still wrapped around your waist as he pushes your back into the counter. Pressing himself into you as he deepens the kiss.

You pull back from his devil lips before he has a chance to put you under his spell. “The groceries babe.”

You giggle as he pouts back at you.

Baekhyun’s is definitely the more clingy one in your relationship.

You smack him on the butt playfully as you release yourself from his embrace. “Let’s get cracking, I’m starving!”.

You work in unison. Baekhyun unpacking the frozen and chilled stuff away while you organise the cupboard items.

“Leave some of that, I’ll do the top shelf” he singsongs smugly.

“Says the man who is literally two inches taller”. You mutter under your breath.

“What did you say?!”

You ignore him, stretching up on your tiptoes to place some cans of soup up onto the top shelf.

“Oh yeah, thank god I’ve got you and your giant ass,” you add sarcastically.

You hear him huff as he closes the fridge and steps beside you, snatching the bag of pasta out of your hands in protest.

As he opens back up the cupboard, the soup you'd just placed starts to wobble threateningly.

Your eyes widen as the can topples off the shelf. Everything happening in slow motion as Baekhyun’s mouth falls open in shock.

“OOOF!”

The can bounces off the top of his head.

You clasp your hands over your mouth. Half in shock, half to stifle the laughter building up in the back of your throat.

He turns his head to look at you and when you make eye contact you lose it, bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Are you okay?!” You ask gasping for air, reaching up to check his head.

He smacks your hand away “DID YOU DO THAT ON PURPOSE!” he accuses, rubbing the top of his head while looking mildly distressed.

You have tears coming out of your eyes at this point and all you can manage is a shake of your head as you try and compose yourself.

Baekhyun is staring at you with eyes full of betrayal, his arms crossed defensively over his chest and a giant pout present on his lips.

You catch your breath and wipe a tear from your cheek.

“Babe, you really think I would set the can of soup up there just for it to fall on you?”

His face softens a fraction but then you snort. “It’s a waste of soup!”

“Well it’s not like you don’t already have a history of throwing things at me!” he sniffs, holding his head and refusing to meet your eye in quiet protest.

You start feeling a little guilty. He would have laughed at you but when he’s standing there all cute and whiney you can’t help but feel a little sorry for him.

You reach out and take his free hand in yours.

“Well if I didn’t throw that book at your head, we wouldn’t be getting married” you offer sheepishly, trying to suck up a little as you wrap your arms around his waist.

He looks down at you feigning innocence, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Are you gonna kiss it better?” he asks, rubbing the wrong side of his head.

You raise your eyebrow in response as he tests your patience, but you decide to allow him this victory and tilt your chin up to offer him your lips.

He flashes you a goofy smile and kisses you softly.

“Well, it might have been partially my fault”.

“The soup or the book?”

“Both”

You met Baekhyun in college, after being assigned as project partners while taking the same sociology class.

It was the first time you’d crossed paths but you were painfully aware of him. He was the loud type, always offering his opinion without the teacher asking it. Anything to draw a laugh out of the rest of the class.

You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, opting to not judge the book by its cover. He could have been a genius for all you knew.

He proved you wrong, but not on the genius assumption. More so for expecting him to cooperate at all.

You had broken off into your assigned pairs and were meant to spend the rest of the class working on ideas for a presentation relating to mass media and its influence on the younger generation.

Baekhyun seemed to have other ideas and asked you a bunch of nonsense questions as you sat opposite him trying to refocus him to the task at hand.

You felt incredibly frustrated as you stared down at the empty page of bullet points in your notebook.

“I have a fantastic idea!” he called out, getting your hopes up.

Then he let rip the loudest fart you’d ever heard.

You could only look up in disbelief as he sat there laughing unashamedly.

“Wow, you could’ve waited for class to finish?” he tried to imply as he pinched his nose at you.

You felt mortified. When the rest of the class joined in with his laugher you saw red and launched your notebook straight at his head.

Then you were both promptly marched to the headmaster's office.

You had never gotten detention before and vowed to never speak to Byun Baekhyun ever again.

You sat in the small detention room for the rest of the day, feeling absolutely ashamed of your outburst. Wondered if you should apologise to the boy sitting behind you.

It was just the two of you in the room, the teacher had just left to get some coffee and warned you to remain in silence.

“I’m sorry” you had started. “I don’t know what came over me-”.

Your voice waved and eyes stung as tears threatened to fall.

“Oh no please don’t say that” came the voice behind you.

“I was acting like an idiot, I don’t even know what made me think that it was a good idea”.

You turned around at his words. Surprised that he had apologised.

“I thought it would, you know, break down the barriers” He shook his head “but it was childish. I just wanted to see you laughing with me for once”.

You had felt confused at his words.

“W-what, why?” you stammered in total disbelief.

“I…Uh, I guess I always thought you were cute and you’re always so nice to everybody else and I just wanted you to like me?”

You remember the way Baekhyun’s cheeks had flushed red, and that yours matched.

“You could have just tried being yourself” you hadn’t realised at the time, but Baekhyun later told you that what you said that day sparked a more genuine side of him.

No longer feeling the need to act like the class clown.

Most of the time.

“How is your head?” you’d asked.

And as if a director had yelled ‘action!’ he held his head with both hands and sharply sucked in a breath.

“Ahhhhh, well I haven’t looked properly yet but I swear I felt a bump earlier” he winced.

You called his bluff and feigned concern as you stood up to and walked over.

“Oh my goodness, you poor thing” you cooed, as you tried to hold back all traces of sarcasm from your voice.

Baekhyun looked up at you with wide eyes as you placed your own hands on his head.

“Wha-what are you doing?” he stuttered out, looking surprised.

“Does it hurt here?” you poked the spot on his forehead that you hit with your index finger.

He shook his head.

“What about here?” you offered as you poked another random spot on his forehead, that time with more force.

“AH!” he cried out as he grabbed hold of your hand to make you stop.

“You’re not even hurt you big dramatic baby”

You shouted at him, while you’d felt acutely aware that you had been essentially holding hands.

“Well my feelings were hurt” he’d defended as you pulled your hands from his grip and slumped back into your chair with your arms crossed.

“This is all your fault Byun Baekhyun!” you sighed loudly. “But, I guess chucking my notebook at you wasn’t very nice of me…so I’m sorry”.

Just as you uttered those words, you heard someone clear their throat.

You turned your head to find the headmaster stood in the doorway.

“I see you’ve worked this out between yourselves, so I guess I won’t ever be seeing you outside my office again?”.

You both nodded your heads frantically and he dismissed you.

You shot quickly out of the classroom, school had already ended so you walked towards the exit when you heard your name being called.

It could have only been Baekhyun, so you stopped and waited for him to catch up to you.

“So, are we friends now?” he had asked shamelessly as he fell into step with you. A wide shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he looked at you hopefully.

What can you say, he had you at the first puppy dog look.

“Sure, we’re project partners after all” you smiled at him before you turned to head in the direction of your street. But he reached out to stop you.

“What if I asked you to come and get some ice cream with me instead of going straight home” He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit that you would learn he only had when he was extremely nervous. “My treat?

You knew at that moment that you were going to be a sucker for the real Baekhyun.

“I’d love to”. You smiled up at him as he gestured for you to lead the way.

“Yeah let’s go, it’ll be a da-“ he starts before stopping mid-sentence.

“Huh?”

“Nothing!”

The rest was history. You started dating, moved in together after you graduated and got engaged two years ago.

He had proposed in the most Baekhyun way possible.

Baekhyun had gotten all your friends and family to hold up a letter, and hid each picture around your apartment as a scavenger hunt on your birthday.

He was your first love and you’re future.

“Since we unpacked the groceries together, maybe we should shower together...” Baekhyun purrs into your ear, pulling you from your thoughts.

You hum thoughtfully as you leave him standing in the kitchen, heading towards the shower.

He starts to follow you until you look back at him over your shoulder.

“You won’t be sharing anything with me until you’ve finished your vows Byun Baekhyun!”

You hear him groan in defeat as you shut the bathroom door.

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Three weeks later you’re sat at your wedding reception. The ceremony was beautiful and emotional, Baekhyun managing to avoid the puns in his vows.

“Let's be dumb together, make bad choices...eat the wrong things, take the wrong turns, and then let's tell great stories. The same ones over and over, forever and ever until no one can stand us but each other”

He sniffed, squeezing your hands tightly, all while staring at you like you were the only other person in existence.

You couldn’t stop your tears of joy as you nodded furiously, smiling so hard that your face still aches even now.

There was only one small incident.

“I can’t find them!” Chanyeol panicked, (meaning your wedding rings) as he frantically patted down his trousers.

You and Baekhyun stood awkwardly and the room was deafeningly quiet.

“Check your pockets.” Kyungsoo, one of Baekhyun’s other groomsmen had whispered

“I already did.” Chanyeol snapped back.

Baekhyun started to whisper reassuringly that you didn’t even need rings.

“Nothing will stop me from marrying you today”

“Check your inner pockets.” Kyungsoo hissed, as you and Baekhyun became more and more anxious.

“They’re not – oh, son of a bitch!”

You think the entire room groaned in relief.

His ears turned red in embarrassment as he sheepishly passed them along to you and Baekhyun.

Later in the evening, everyone sits at their tables enjoying dessert.

You decided to go with a traditional three-course sit-down meal.

Currently regretting your decision to not change out of your wedding dress for the reception, but damn you felt sexy in your lace backless mermaid gown.

Baekhyun’s jaw practically fell to the floor when you’d walked down the aisle.

One of the servers approaches your table with a huge smile, “Could I get you anything else?”

In unison, you and Baekhyun reply “More of the ice cream cak-”.

You both burst into laughter.

“Wow, can I marry you again?” he gushes.

You press your lips to his cheek and whisper in his ear.

“I’d marry you every day if you didn’t mind us going bankrupt.” you tease.

Baekhyun snorts, followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

You forgot the server was standing there.

“Apologies for the interruption, I just wanted to confirm that you both wanted more of the cake”.

You nod, blushing slightly. “Two more servings of cake for me and my husband please!”

Baekhyun gushes in excitement at your use of his new title.

When the waiter steps away you continue where you left off. Baekhyun is already leaning towards you and offers you his free hand, you grin and high five him.

“Excellent decision making Mrs Byun” he grins, moving in to steal another kiss.

“You guys are giving me toothache” complains your brother Sehun.

You look over to see him shaking his head with a grimace.

“You brat, this is my wedding!”.

You tickle the side of his ribs playfully, forcing him to crack a smile.

“You’ve got yourself a keeper” You overhear Junmyeon, Baekhyun's co-worker slur.

You look over just as he affectionately throws his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder, looking like he’s about to tear up, his cheeks tinged pink from the effects of the open bar.

“Eh hem!”

Chanyeol stands up and taps at his glass trying to gain everyone’s attention.

Not seeming to realise how hard he’s tapping until the glass loudly shatters everywhere.

“OH SHIT!”

With everyone’s attention caught, Chanyeol sheepishly wipes the spilt champagne off his trousers.

“Well that certainly BROKE the silence” he stammers nervously, trying to laugh it off.

Junmyeon laughs hysterically while Sehun pretends to gag.

Chanyeol kicks off the speeches for the evening, talking about how he first met Baekhyun in grade school, becoming best friends over their love of yu-gi-oh and ferrets and giving a short recap of all the pranks they’d pulled together.

You notice Baekhyun sinking in his chair as Chanyeol reveals how he had wanted to be a Ballerina when he was little.

You gasp for air, laughing at the image of your husband wearing a tutu.

Instant payback comes in the form of your maid of honour recalling the time you got super drunk during your first year of college and tried to fight the cardboard cut out of your favourite boy band member in the middle of a shopping centre.

She didn’t even spare you and leave out the part where you proceeded to sob when his head snapped off.

“The mall even made her pay for the standee and she brought him home!”

You hide your face in your hands as Baekhyun vibrates with laughter next to you.

“He lived in our dorm until we graduated! But alas, he was no match for Byun Baekhyun!”

You shoot her a death glare as she finishes up her speech, your guests laughing happily around you.

After the speeches are finished, the DJ announces that it’s time for you and Baekhyun to have your first dance.

The lights around the edge of the room dim as the dance floor lights up. You and Baekhyun stand, walking hand in hand to take your places at the centre of the room.

Everyone else forms a circle around the edges of the dance floor, phones and cameras out at the ready.

Baekhyun places one arm around your waist and holds out the other.

You, in turn, place your hand atop his and the other gently on his shoulder, just like you had been practising the last couple of months.

The lighting of the dancefloor shines around him, highlighting every beautiful angle on your husband’s face. You feel giddy over the knowledge that you get to kiss his beautiful lips for the rest of your life.

The soft piano of Sam Kim’s ‘Would You Believe’ slowly fills the room as you start to dance, floating under Baekhyun's hold as he leads you around the room.

It all feels so effortless, just like your love.

You wrap your arms around Baekhyun, pressing your body tightly against him as he steals kisses from your lips. Your friends and family clapping and cheering.

The DJ offers for the rest of the room to join you on the dance floor, but everyone blurs in comparison to the man holding you.

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been slow dancing with Baekhyun, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder and his face buried in the crook of your shoulder and neck.

“The moment I first saw you,

I was so attracted to you,

I didn’t weigh out my thoughts and just talked”

You shiver as Baekhyun sings softly in your ear. His voice, low and melodic.

“The answer is you…

My answer is you,

I showed you my everything,

You are my everything...

Because I was so sure”.

You inhale sharply as his hand slips lower to rest on the curve of your back, just above your ass as he continues to serenade you.

“Hey” you whisper, kissing just below his ear. “Wanna sneak away?”

Baekhyun gazes down at you, a devilish glint in the amber hues of his eyes.

“I thought you’d never ask” he grins, pulling you into a heated kiss.

“Get a room!”

You think Jongdae shouts out from somewhere behind you, you both laugh and break your kiss to look over at your group of friends.

It looks like they’re playing some type of drinking game over at one of the tables. Chanyeol is already passed out, slumped over the table.

Baekhyun takes your hand and leads you out of the room before anyone else can catch you slipping away from the party.

It was getting late anyway and you have a flight to catch to the Maldives in the morning.

You were staying in the venue overnight, a beautiful manor house in the countryside.

You knew a lot of the guests were also staying, so you could catch them at breakfast before your airport taxi arrives.

When you arrive at your room Baekhyun suddenly scoops you up in your arms making you squeal.

“What are you doing” you giggle.

“I’m carrying you over the threshold!”

“Uh what about the room key?” you snort. “Ah, shit...it’s in my pocket”.

You reach your arm down behind you, feeling for his pocket. “Wow is that a big key or are you just happy to see me” you gasp.

You make it into the room, Baekhyun placing you back onto your feet and unzipping your dress all in one swift movement.

“What the-” He cuts you off as he presses himself against you, mouth hungrily catching your lips as he walks you backwards and lays you gently on the bed.

He steps back to loosen his tie and clicks a button on a tiny remote that you didn’t even notice him pick up.

R’n’B music begins to pulse from the speakers as he saunters back over to the bed.

No sleep tonight We makin' love until the sun shines down on us No sleep tonight We makin' love until the sun (yeah)

“What are you doing?” you snort.

Baekhyun bites his lip and waggles his brow as he presses you softly into the mattress. Running his hands down the smooth silk of your lingerie.

“I’m seducing you, Mrs Byun”.

You exhale happily, shuddering under his touch.

“I’m all yours”.

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PRIVATE // 2

Jungkook and Jennie get competitive over you.

Word Count: 6.8k

Pairing: Jungkook x You x Jennie

Genre: Smutty Smut, angst

A/N: Thanks for being so patient you guys!

You chucked a second pillow at Jennie, which she also caught after dropping the first on the ground.

“How long were you watching!? How much did you see!?”

“Only all of it. You’re such a SLUT!” Jennie threw both pillows back at you, but they missed and landed on the bed. “You’ll get this,” Jennie thrusted her hips forward, “when I say you can get this.” She mocked Jungkook with derision, making you gasp and laugh at the same time.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!!!” You lunged at the smaller girl, starting a wild chase around the room.

“Oh I want to die after witnessing that!” Jennie paused mid chase to defend herself with your lamp. “Trust me, it wasn’t my intention! I was in here because I wanted to apologize for running out on you earlier. Next thing I knew, you and fuckboy were coming in making out, so I had to think fast and ended up jumping in the closet!” The girl stared at you warily, searching your eyes for understanding. You took a moment to process what she was saying, then snatched the lamp out of her hands.

After a moment you chuckled and shook your head. “You’re such a freak, Jennie Kim. What am I going to do with you!?” Jennie stuck her tongue out at you in response. “Anyway…you don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry for not having told you until last minute, I know you worry about me.” You smiled and ruffled Jennie’s hair, making the girl pout.

“Yeah…whatever. So, you guys went on a date huh? How was it?” The thin girl stepped out of her shoes and settled on your bed. You decided to join her before replying.

“It was… It was amazing.” You blushed unashamedly recalling the entire date. “He’s really funny and such a gentleman.” Jennie stared at you with pursed lips as you went on and on about your gigantic crush on Jeon Jungkook.

Eventually, you nodded off mid-story while hugging your pillow. Jennie watched you sleep for a while, staring at your slightly agape lips breathing in and out. She thought about how easy it would be to just lean in and kiss them, and about whether she should or not. Jennie watched you sleep for a little longer before finally deciding to plant a feather-light kiss on your lips. Her mouth tingled with the forbidden feeling of your mouth on hers. She slowly pried the pillow out of your arms and replaced it with herself, nuzzling up to you and falling asleep in your arms soon after.

Jungkook felt a rush after leaving your apartment so suddenly. He lingered on the steps wondering if he should go back inside before setting off to visit his friend nearby. It took Jungkook 17 minutes to walk to his Yoongi’s house, which was plenty of time to mull over the events of the night. He loved the way your laughed consisted of high-pitched squeals then died in your throat as you were being tickled. He loved how soft your hand was in his, and how laser-focused you were on the movie despite being on a date. He loved the way you challenged him in bed, almost a little too much. I definitely want to take my time with her, he thought. It was the first time in a while that he wasn’t utterly bored on a date.

“Open up!”, Jungkook pounded on the door before it swung open.

“Jesus, I have a doorbell dipshit!” Random visits did not bode well with the grumpy older guy, but his friends never seemed to care.

“And I,” Jungkook pushed his way passed the blonde boy “just got back from a date!”

Yoongi followed him into his living room where he was already setting up Mario Kart 8 on the television. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard that correctly. My friend, who is notorious for turning women down in favor of studying or playing videogames, went on a date?! You’re shitting me.” Yoongi picked up a controller and took a seat next to Jungkook on the couch.

Jungkook laughed as he responded, “I don’t know man. Usually that’s the case but…she piqued my interest and after tonight…I kinda want to see where this goes.”

Yoshi flew off the track on rainbow road as Yoongi froze to contemplate his friend’s words. This was all too weird for him, not because dating was weird, but because Jungkook dating was strange. After a moment, he resumed playing the match. “So, who’s this enchantress then?”

“I don’t know if you know her, her name’s Y/N. She’s a senior and she works at that suit shop downtown.”

“Wait wait wait.” Yoshi missed a turn and fell off again, making Yoongi lose at the last minute. “Y/N? Tall, curly-haired, always looks serious?”

Jungkook turned to Yoongi in confusion, “Yeah! You know her?”

“Hell yeah I know her! She came to my last party. You were there, I’m surprised you didn’t fall in love then.” Yoongi pinched Jungkook’s cheeks, effectively annoying him.

Jungkook slapped Yoongi’s hand off his face. “I think I would’ve remembered seeing her. Anyway, why have you never introduced us?”

The older friend rolled his eyes. “Remember the last girl I introduced you to at one of my parties? That went real well Jeon.” Yoongi remarked sarcastically. The mere memory was enough to annoy him. “You know I ended up having to block her number? She wouldn’t stop harassing me after you ghosted her.”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry about that, again. But Y/N, she’s a good girl you think?”

“Yeah, she’s just as much of a nerd as you.” He chuckled before becoming pensive.

“But?” Jungkook sensed there was more coming.

“Well, you might have your hands full with her best friend. She’s totally gay for Y/N, never lets anyone get too close to her. Jennie Kim, heard of her?”

“That sounds familiar,” Jungkook paused for a moment before realization hit, “wait don’t tell me she’s that rich girl you grew up with?”

“That’s the one!” Yoongi initiated another match but Jungkook was still reeling from the new information.

“And…gay? For Y/N? Are they like…dating or something?”

“They may as well be. They’re inseparable. But don’t let that hold you back dude. Shoot your shot!” Jungkook thoughtfully nodded and picked his controller back up. “May the best pussy win.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Laughter filled the room as both of them sat back on the couch unable to breathe with tears in their eyes.

10:38 pm – Hey

You paused Netflix with your toe since Cheeto dust covered your fingers. Squinting in the darkness of your bedroom, you made out the simple text sent from Jungkook. It had been almost two weeks since you’d heard from him and even though you had plenty of things keeping you busy, his unexplained silence annoyed you. You sucked your fingers clean before responding.

10:40 pm – What’s up?

10:41 pm – Nothing much, thinking about you 😉

You rolled your eyes and heaved as you texted back.

10:45 pm – Barf

He replied almost immediately.

10:46 pm – LOL no but srsly, when can I see you again?

All you wanted was to see him and hear from him, but his nonchalant behavior was turning you off. You sighed and texted him back one last time before chucking your phone and resuming your show.

10:50 pm – I’ll have to check my schedule and get back to you.

Jungkook smiled at your text. He sipped on his drink and nodded as he put his phone back in his pocket. You weren’t making this easy for him whatsoever and he loved it. He also loved that you gave him space to breathe and do his own thing. As he surveyed the room, he realized Quiz Night had attracted nearly half the campus. It had gotten so loud he could barely think, with students clamoring to find groups for the competition. Normally, he would be one of the loudest drunken idiots here, but he arrived much later than his peers and was playing catchup at the bar. As his eyes made their way across the room in amusement, he spotted Yoongi at a table with none other than Jennie Kim. Jungkook’s smile turned crooked. He didn’t know how he always managed to get so lucky, but he never questioned it. The brunette boy downed his gin and tonic in an instant and made his way to the empty chair across from Jennie.

“Is this seat taken?” Jungkook flashed Jennie his million-dollar smile while staring directly into her eyes. The girl blushed, instantly recognizing who he was.

Yoongi’s usual half lidded eyes widened as he looked between his friends. They both had tendencies for being petty, so this encounter instantly made him nervous. This should be interesting, he thought. “Hey man! I didn’t think you were going to make it! Sit down, it’s about to start!”

Jungkook took his seat without leaving Jennie’s eyes. The girl had been stunned into silence, but he knew better than to take in her demeanor as being love-struck. Jennie tongued the inside of her cheek in annoyance, which made Jungkook chuckle silently.

The bar’s DJ lowered the music to announce the commencement of the first round while his assistant handed out one buzzard per table.

“Question one… What is the powerhouse of the cell?” The DJ’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker.

Jennie’s hand pressed the buzzard with lightning fast speed before responding, “The mitochondria!”

“That is correct! One point for table 9.”

“Oh, she speaks!” Jungkook quipped as his competitive side kicked into overdrive.

Yoongi chuckled nervously. “Yeah, Jennie’s hands are quick so I always invite her to Quiz Night when you can’t make it.”

“Just try and keep up Jenga.” Jennie flipped her hair in annoyance.

“It’s Jungkook.”

“Whatever”

Yoongi looked back and forth between the two as their fiery stares charged the mood of the table. He briefly wondered if he should tell you to come get your side pieces, but then decided against bothering you.

The DJ’s voice could be heard over the speakers once more, “Question two…Who is the author of the Goosebumps series?”

Jungkook beat Jennie’s hand to the buzzard, slapping hers in the process before responding, “R. L. Stine!”

“Another point for table nine!” The DJ’s voice bellowed across the bar.

Jennie nursed her hand while staring at the boy incredulously.

“Try and keep up.” Jungkook winked at Jennie before turning his attention to the DJ. Jennie reached into her bag to grab her phone and typed out an angry text to you.

11:36 pm – Fuckboy is getting on my nerves. What do you see in him?!

11:37 pm – Wait, you guys are hanging out?!

11:40 pm – He crashed me and Yoongi’s quality time at the bar. I’m about to leave, he’s so annoying

You considered hopping out of bed, putting on a new outfit and showing up but you didn’t want to give Jeon the satisfaction of giving in so easily. You sighed and fell back onto your bed in defeat. You wanted to save Jennie from Jungkook’s antics, and to see him of course, but you’d have to settle for admonishing him over text.

11:50 pm – Be nice to my friend, OR ELSE!

Jungkook laughed out loud after reading your text, then held it up for the table to see.

“Are you telling on me, little girl?” Before Jennie had a chance to respond, the DJ was asking the next question.

“Question three…Which format is generally used for scientific academic papers?”

Jungkook’s hand beat Jennie to the buzzard once more. “MLA format!”

“Actually, MLA is for research papers, APA format is used for scientific papers.” Jennie corrected him and batted her eye lashes matter-o-factly at Junkook.

“She’s correct, but I have to go with your first answer. Sorry table nine!” The DJ allowed the next fastest buzz to answer the question for the point. Everyone at the bar giggled and whispered about the weird conflict going on at Yoongi’s table. “Alright, that concludes the first round! Get some more drinks and prepare for the next round!”

Yoongi gulped at the tension in the table. Normally, conflict wouldn’t phase him, but seeing two people he cared about act this way was not his idea of a good time. “Ok guys, good round, we’re in the lead at least. Maybe let me get some answers in next round, huh?” He chuckled, trying to defuse the negative energy.

However, Yoongi didn’t get a single word in for the rest of the 10 rounds with Jungkook and Jennie in full blown competition mode. Naturally, their table won, much to the displeasure of the rest of the drunk students just trying to have a good time. The prize was a gift card for free food at the bar across the street, which is where all the students usually headed after Quiz Nights.

Before the DJ was done announcing the runner ups, Jungkook was hastily heading out of the bar to take a phone call. Jennie and Yoongi watched him disappear in confusion, before the assistant came by the table to drop off their prize. After putting their jackets on and weaving through the crowd of students, they finally found Jungkook outside with his phone glued to his ear.

“No…I’m not!” Jungkook sighed deeply as he listened on the phone. “Jisoo! I’m not avoiding you! I promise, I’ve just been…busy. We can go out tomorrow. Okay?” Just then, the boy saw Jennie and Yoongi waiting for him near the entrance with curious looks on their faces. He lowered his voice a few octaves before responding, “The Spanish Manor. 7’o clock tomorrow.” He abruptly hung up before meeting up with his onlookers.

“So, Jennie you coming?” Yoongi held up the gift card and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’m actually going to head out, three’s a crowd.” She gave him an apologetic look then sneered at Jungkook, whom returned the expression.

“Aww c’mon, you don’t have to go.” Yoongi worriedly ran his fingers through his light hair.

“Nah man, it’s cool. If she wants to go, let her. I guess the competition was too much to handle. She should know there’s only room for two anyway.” Jungkook jutted his chin out and gave her a meaningful look.

Jennie sniggered as she threw her bag over her shoulder. “Oh, just you two? Then why am I on my way to warm her bed then?” Jungkook watched in stunned silence as the girl hailed her personal driver who was parked down the block in a blacked-out vehicle. He couldn’t believe the nerve of this girl. Yoongi couldn’t help but break into a breathy laugh, realizing they weren’t talking about him at all.

“She owned you dude!”

“Shut up.” Jungkook stuffed his hands in his pockets as they crossed the street.

A blaring ringtone woke you up from your sleep. You blindly palmed your nightstand for your phone to see who was calling. It was 3 in the morning and Jungkook was calling you. The last thing you remembered was texting him to leave Jennie alone. Speaking of, you felt her frame warming your side and realized she must have left the bar after all.

“Hey…what’s up?” You groggily whispered into the receiver, careful not to disturb your sleeping visitor.

“Oh shit, did I wake you?” Jungkook loudly slurred into your ear.

“No shit, it’s 3:00 in the morning! What do you want?”

“Oof, feisty!” You could hear Yoongi obnoxiously laughing in the background. “I like that. I like you.”

You could feel your face heat up in the darkness, instantly sobering you. “Oh yeah? You like me?” You thanked the heavens he couldn’t see your answering smile.

“Babe…come back to bed.” Jennie’s head was suddenly resting on your shoulder as she sleepily talked into your ear.

You apologized to Jennie for waking her up before turning back to your phone. “Jungkook, you still there?”

“Sorry, didn’t know I was interrupting something.” He abruptly hung up, leaving you stunned.

“What the fuck? That was so random. Ugh I hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea!”

“Let him think what he wants to, he doesn’t deserve you anyway.” Jennie laid back down on her side and pulled the covers up. You waited until she fell back asleep to text Jungkook.

3:16 am – WTF was that?

3:20 am – You don’t get to ask the questions right now.

3:21 am – That was Jennie you idiot. In case you got the wrong idea…

3:24 am – So there wasn’t anything going on?

3:25 am – NO

3:29 am – Good. Open the door.

Your eyes bulged, realizing Jungkook was on his way to come see you the whole time. You climbed out of your bed carefully and skipped into your bathroom to make sure you looked okay. Closing your bedroom door, you headed to the front door to open it. Jungkook was lounging on your front steps looking as gorgeous as ever. You weren’t sure if your crush on him was making him more attractive in your eyes, but there was no denying the way his bulging thighs in his ripped black jeans and matching leather jacket instantly turned you on.

“Where’s Yoongi?” You kept a straight face, blocking the entrance.

Jungkook climbed up to the last step, meeting you eye to eye.

“Why? Are you trying to make me jealous? Cause it’s working.”

You rolled your eyes, “What are y—” Jungkook suddenly grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you deeply, making the rest of your sentence die in your throat. He smelled of bodywash but tasted like alcohol. Jungkook began stepping you both back into your apartment, closing the front door with his foot. Your lips hadn’t separated while traveling to the couch in your living room, sucking on each other with fervor. You fell back onto the couch as he climbed on top of you, caging your body with his limbs. You ran your fingers through his slick black locks then tugged on them, pulling his head back as you bit his bottom lip. Jungkook grabbed your hands and interlaced your fingers together, pinning you down as he left your lips in favor of planting sloppy kisses below your ear.

You struggled to catch your breath with each kiss getting you more and more excited. “Is this your idea of ‘doing things right’?”

Jungkook froze before bringing his face back up to look at you. “Should I stop?”

“Well…I don’t want you to. But you’re sending me mixed signals. And besides, Jennie’s in my bedroom.”

“So?” Jungkook lowered his head without leaving your gaze as he began trailing kisses down to your chest.

His response had you smiling and panting. You were torn because you’ve been wanting a piece of Jungkook for weeks now, but you felt it was wrong to do this while your best friend was sleeping in the next room. You also weren’t sure what this meant, since it was clear Jungkook’s plans for you both had changed. He seemed resolute and gentlemanly before, but now, he was drunk and horny. Should I stop this?

“Jungkook, you’ve been drinking. I don’t know if we should do this.” Jungkook shushed you as he let go of your hands to make his way down to your stomach. With his teeth, he latched onto the bottom of your tank top and pulled it up, revealing your belly button. His slow, wet kisses just under your navel both tickled and excited you, making your pelvis twitch.

Jungkook smiled against your skin. “You’re really ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. And you’re drunk so…we should stop.”

“Stop coming up with excuses. I know what I am doing right now. I really want you, and I know you want me. I don’t want our first time to be like this either, but I’m going to go crazy if you don’t let me get a taste right now.” Jungkook took your answering blush and loss of breath as his wordless permission to continue. His index finger curled around the band of your pajama shorts, stretching it out and letting it go with a smack against your skin. The curly haired boy looked up at you once more for permission, to which you nodded. Jungkook abruptly stood up, removing his jacket and placing it on the arm of the couch. He grabbed you by the hips and turned you, so you were facing him head on as he kneeled on the floor. His nose pressed up against your clothed mound before lightly sucking on the spot where your clit would be. Your answering moan pleased him.

“You’re going to wake up your friend if you don’t keep it down.” Jungkook teased you as he ran his finger down your covered slit.

You bit your lip and rolled your eyes impatiently, “Shut up! You’re teasing the hell out of me.” You bucked your hips into his hand, but he instantly removed it, giving you a disapproving look.

“Do you want me to eat you out or not?” Jungkook waited for your response before resuming his ministrations.

“Do you want me to let you eat me out, or not?” Jungkook smiled crookedly at your sassy response, swiftly removing your shorts.

“I think you’re going to let me do what I want to you, and you’re going to like it.” Jungkook licked a stripe from top to bottom over your panties. The cotton was already soaked with a mixture of your arousal and his saliva. You could already smell your arousal, but you couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassed. His agonizing speed made you want his dick instead. You couldn’t help squeezing around nothing as Jungkook thumbed your covered clit.

“So impatient. I’ve barely even started Y/N. Do you want me to take your panties off?” Your desperate nod and sweaty appearance had Jungkook chuckling again. “Tell me one thing then.” Once his eyes met yours, it felt like time had stopped. “Are you mine? Completely mine?”

His question confused you. What was this game he was playing with you? Did he want you or not? You certainly weren’t his girlfriend, but he seemed to be acting like your boyfriend suddenly. “I don’t belong to anyone. Now stop teasing me.”

Jungkook shook his head and his thumb stopped rubbing circles between your legs. His sudden seriousness confused you further. He was so hot and cold, and you had no idea why. “I don’t like to share. You need to be mine and mine alone, if we’re doing this.”

Jungkook’s face looked stern. His jaw was locked, and his expression was brooding in the sexiest way possible. Fuck, you really wanted him right here right now. And his words, although weirdly possessive, were what any girl would want to hear. You reached down and tilted his head up toward your gaze, “So make me yours then.” Jungkook’s answering smile and lidded eyes made your heart skip a beat. He turned his attention back to your panties, removing them in one swift motion. Jungkook spread your legs as wide as possible, surveying your sex in the dim moonlight that shone through the parted curtains.

“I love how excited you are for me.” Jungkook parted your lips with his fingers and gently eased one in, then two. Your head fell backwards at the satisfying feeling of his fingers inside of you. His rhythm was slow and steady as he took turns watching his fingers disappear inside of you and your face contorted in ecstasy. Jungkook bent down and began sucking at your clit while his fingers picked up in speed. At this point, it was hard for you to keep quiet with moans slipping past your lips. It’d been so long since anyone had taken care of you like this, and you felt you weren’t going to last long at all. Jungkook smiled as he felt your walls suddenly hugging his fingers.

“Not so fast…I don’t want this moment to be over.” Jungkook took his fingers out, much to your dismay. You snapped your head forward to see what the holdup was, just in time to see him standing up. “I want you to finish on my face.” Realizing what he meant, you blushed and took his hand to help you off the couch. You’d never ridden anyone’s face before, but you always wanted to. Jungkook plopped down on the couch then took you by the hips and sat you on top of him. You began making out again, tasting your arousal all over his lips. He swirled his tongue around yours deeply while holding a fist full of your hair, keeping you from moving. You began grinding your exposed sex on his boner straining against his jeans. Jungkook moaned unexpectedly which had you smiling against his lips. You bit his lip again to keep him quiet as you continued grinding on his jeans. Suddenly, his hands reached down and stilled your hips. “Face. Now.”

“As you wish.” You giggled and climbed forward, realizing you weren’t the only one fucked out from all of this. Your hips hovered over his head as the boy adjusted himself then guided you down onto his face with his hands around your thighs. “Fuck – Jungkook!” The boy hummed in response as he relentlessly sucked on your clit. His tongue swirled around your bud then traveled down to your entrance to lap up your juices. You began bucking your hips into the relentless rhythm of his tongue. It wasn’t long before you were full on riding his face for dear life, your climax building steadily. “Jungkook…Jungkook…” You gripped his hair, holding his head steady under you.

“Keep saying my name and I’ll let you cum soon baby girl.” You bit your lip at the sound of his pet name for you.

“Ah, fuck. I need you. I’m so close!” You squeezed your eyes shut, willing your climax onward.

“You know what to do then.” Jungkook slid his tongue inside of you. He helped your hips up and down as you rode his tongue, his other hand rubbing ferocious circles on your clit.

“Jungkook…Jungkook... ah, FUCK!” It felt like fireworks were blooming under your navel as your orgasm hit you suddenly and without abandon. Each inch of your body was trembling and covered in sweat. Even your pussy quivered as Jungkook licked you clean. Your chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, exhaustion overcoming you. You climbed off him so you could plant a kiss on his lips in gratitude. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to cum so hard. And the fact that it was on his face made it extra special. Jungkook disappeared into the bathroom to freshen up while you dressed. When he came back, you couldn’t help but stare at each other in hesitation. What did he mean by what he said?

You decided to break away from his stare first. “Thanks…for that.” Jungkook took three long strides to put his arms around you. You looked up at him, willing him to explain this weird mood he’s been in. The sudden closeness made you feel vulnerable, and his strange words made you unsure of yourself for the first time. You hated it.

“I meant what I said, all of it.” He kissed you before you could respond, then left your apartment without looking back, again. You weren’t sure what this meant. He wanted you to be his. He didn’t want to share you with anyone. You weren’t the type to get hung up on titles, but his actions say he is. Did you ever do anything to make him feel insecure about you? You were too exhausted to overthink anything now, deciding to take a quick shower and change pajamas before going back to bed. When you reentered the room, Jennie was laying exactly as you had left her. You felt a twinge of guilt, having done all that with this guy she despised, within earshot. It suddenly felt wrong to share the bed with her, after what just happened, so you got a spare blanket from the closet and set yourself up to sleep on the couch. It didn’t take long for you to fall unconscious, since it was well past 4:00 am by the time you laid down to rest. A restless sleep ensued.

The next morning you woke up to a curious pair of brown orbs staring into the depths of your soul. You slowly cracked open your eyes to see that it was past noon on the round clock mounted on the wall. The next thing you noticed, was that those big brown eyes belonged to your best friend Jennie, who thought it would be a good idea to wake you up by straddling you.

“Um…Good morning?” You groggily greeted the girl right before letting out a huge yawn.

“Morning!” Jennie responded in the sing-songy voice you only heard when she wanted something.

“What?” You deadpanned at the girl after rubbing your eyes awake.

“What do you mean, what?” Jennie tilted her head to the side, letting her silky dark hair fall off her shoulder like running liquid.

“What do you want from me? You’re singing your words, and you only do that when you want something.”

Jennie pouted and sat back on your hips. “Nothing! It’s just that it’s Saturday and I wanted to do something fun. We haven’t done anything together in a while. It’s only been Jungkook this and Jungkook that.”

The girl was too busy making fake barfing sounds to notice the obvious blush that was creeping across your cheeks. The mere mention of his name was enough for you to recall the mind-blowing orgasm he gave you just a few hours ago. You began daydreaming about how his needy lips on yours felt soft yet stern, how hard his hands gripped your thighs as he ate you out, and how he let you cum on his tongue. Your eyes glazing over must have annoyed Jennie because she was suddenly squeezing your cheeks together, bringing you back to the present.

“Earth to Y/N! Gosh did you have a weird dream or something?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, sort of. Anyway…I’m actually off work today so, what do you want to do?”

Jennie began hopping up and down on top of you and squealing with glee. You tried to ignore the way her breasts jostled near your face. And you especially tried to ignore the way her morning hardened nipples were trying to cut through her cotton t-shirt. However, you couldn’t ignore the feeling of her sitting on top of your bladder over and over again any longer.

“Okay, time to get off.” You grabbed Jennie by the waist and plopped her on the other end of the couch so you could get up to pee.

“I want to go to the movies,” Jennie continued talking to you loudly from the living room as you pissed with the door open. “and I want to go to a restaurant cause the campus food is atrocious.”

You chuckled before pulling your shorts up and brushing your teeth. “Jennie, you don’t go here, you don’t have to eat the food.”

“I may as well be a student, I’m here all the time!”

“Of your own volition, might I add.” You found Jennie’s face through your bathroom mirror in time to see her stick her tongue out at you in response. You opened your mouth to show her the toothpaste foam gathered in your mouth, knowing it would gross her out.

“Ugh, really Y/N? What does Jungkook see in you?” Jennie teased you about the one thing that would get under your skin immediately.

“I thought you were on my side!!!!!!” You screamed from the bathroom as your best friend keeled over with laughter.

The rest of the day’s events went as follows: Breakfast bagels at your favorite spot downtown, mani-pedi’s at Jennie’s usual place located near her apartment, then a 4:30 showing of a sappy love movie Jennie had been begging you to watch with her.

You stared at your manicured fingernails, each delicately painted with a shiny coat of cherry red. Having to do everything gingerly always annoyed you after getting your nails done, but you had to admit that being pampered like that wasn’t your least favorite thing in the world. You rubbed your stomach as you exited the bathroom of the movie theatre.

“I’m STARVING woman. Can we get some grub before I start to eat you?”

Jennie coughed her lungs out after hearing you say that amidst a sip of her giant soda. You patted her back as she cleared her throat.

“Um, yeah! I actually just got a table for us at this restaurant across town. I’ll get the car.”

You both waited in front of the theatre for Jennie’s driver. When you first became friends, being driven around like this was strange, but you grew used to it very quickly. You didn’t have your license yet, so driving as a passenger wasn’t the problem. You weren’t sure what your issue was, so you quickly let it go. As you climbed into the vehicle, you instantly remembered how roomy it was in the back.

“The Spanish Manor, please. We have reservations for 7, so you’ll need to step on it.” You quickly thanked the driver before you lost sight of him as Jennie brought up the privacy window. She quickly busied herself on her phone, so you settled for looking out of the window at all the passing buildings and pedestrians. Your thoughts once again brought you back to last night, when Jungkook was saying strange things. Did I make a mistake, sleeping with him? It was something that you wanted since you were still only strangers, but somehow you couldn’t help feeling like it changed things. You hated being the type to overthink things, but it was hard not to when your gut was telling you something was up. His unwillingness to be intimate with you had annoyed you at first, and then his disappearance had made you doubtful about his claims to want to date you seriously. You were perfectly fine keeping things casual. Yet you regretted how happy it secretly made you that he wasn’t looking for a quick fuck. Now you were turning into the kind of person who thought about someone while that person probably wasn’t even thinking about them in the first place. You sighed and closed your eyes, resting your head on the window.

“What’s wrong?” You opened your eyes to find Jennie had put her phone away. You felt a pang of sadness because for the first time since becoming friends, she couldn’t be your diary. How can you tell her about what happened, which would no doubt sour her good mood, then selfishly expect her to comfort you? You got yourself into this mess with questionable decision making, and you just couldn’t bring her along. You straightened up and gave her smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Nothing! I’m just hungry. So, what’s with this restaurant across town? So random.”

Your cheery conversation wasn’t enough to convince your best friend, but she decided to drop it nonetheless. “Yeah, I heard about it through word of mouth. Thought we could go see how good the food is for ourselves.”

Twenty minutes later, the sleek car pulled up to the entrance of the restaurant. You instantly knew it was an upscale venue just from seeing a valet hanging out in front as well as the tall double doors with the letters “S” and “M” monogrammed on them. After exiting the car, you watched the driver pull into the parking lot on the side of the venue, probably to sit and wait for your meal to be done. You idly wondered if the man had had anything to eat today.

The man dressed in uniform inside of the venue gracefully opened the doors for the two of you. Jennie walked past without a second glance whereas you bumbled behind her thanking him for his generosity.

“We have reservations under Jennie Kim. Is our table clean yet?”

“Yes, right this way ladies.” The hostess dressed in all black led you to a booth along the wall of the restaurant. It was a small place, but you could tell it was quite popular since yours was the only table empty.

A waiter quickly appeared with 2 laminated menus and began reading the specials. He retreated shortly after to fetch water and bread and give you time to look over the menu. You felt so out of place there that you weren’t sure what to order or how to pronounce the things on the menu. Instead, you informed Jennie you were going to wash your hands and that she could order for the both of you.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you looked around at all the well-dressed couples dining on their lavish dinners. One table caught your eye in particular. Two brunettes sitting across from each other. The girl was gorgeous, with wavy hair that floated down the back of her chair. She was talking animatedly to her date, not touching anything on her plate. You suddenly felt like your staring was intrusive, but you saw him before you could look away quick enough. You watched in confusion as Jungkook was engrossed in his menu, across from the beautiful girl. Your steps slowed down as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. That black curly hair, those hoop earrings, that scar on his cheek easily visible in this lighting. There was no denying that Jeon Jungkook was having dinner with this girl. You sped up and burst into the bathroom. Your sudden intrusion startled the older lady who was washing her hands. She gave you a stern look before you moved out of the way so she could exit.

Following the motions of washing your hands, you tried to calm yourself down. There was no reason to make a scene since he wasn’t your boyfriend. And you didn’t know for sure if they were on a date or not. You didn’t want to do anything rash at the risk of looking paranoid or jealous. She definitely wasn’t his sister though, since you knew he only had a little brother. You tried to calm your erratic breathing as the memory of him claiming you for himself last night played in your head. Does this mother fucker think he can get me for himself while dating around? You violently pulled napkins out of the dispenser and roughly dried your hands before depositing the tissue into the trash. And he has the nerve to act jealous on the phone with me!? You checked yourself in the mirror one more time, tucking your shirt into your jeans and scrunching your curls a bit. I’ll be damned.

You headed out of the bathroom and B-lined it to towards Jungkook’s table. As you grew closer, the pretty girl caught sight of you and kept shifting her eyes towards you, unsure if you were really headed to their table or not.

“Hey, Jungkook!” You slammed your hand on his side of the table, rattling his silverware and startling him enough to put his menu down. The boy looked like a deer caught in headlights as he wordlessly stared up at you. “How’s it going? I haven’t seen you since, well, last night!” You chirped with feigned enthusiasm as you turned to the mystery girl who was looking at you like you were crazy. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’m Y/N, and you are?” You extended your arm for a handshake, but the girl simply stared at your floating hand.

“Jungkook, I didn’t know you invited your school friend.” The girl continued to ignore you as she looked to Jungkook for answers. Jungkook lowered your arm for you, as you quickly lost momentum.

“Uh, I didn’t. Sorry Y/N, this is kinda private, can I call you later?” You took a deep breath, willing your watery eyes not to give your feelings away.

“Yeah, sure. Have a lovely evening.” You turned away from them and quickly headed back to your table where appetizers and drinks awaited you.

“Jeez how long does it take to—” Jennie’s voice cut off at the sight of your glassy eyes. You held up your hand, signaling you didn’t want to speak right now. You both sat in silence before Jennie signaled for the waiter and changed your orders to-go.

#bts fanfiction #bts smut #Jungkook smut #blackpink fanfic #jennie smut #bangtan smut #bangtan #private #private fanfic #baepop private

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 5 years

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How about an indulgent scenario for Risotto that nobody asked for?

‘Cause that new episode of GW was sure great enough for me to write this.

I apologize I just unashamedly love him as a character.

Yandere! Risotto Nero scenario

“Drive. Now.” His cold tone snapped

The driver hesitantly started the engine of their car and pulled out from their driveway. While normally he’d just find the home himself, he found it best to take care of unwanted company heading to his interest’s home.

Sitting in the backseat he watched his temporary chauffeur with a glare. He had already cut them for good measure. Nothing too suspicious, it was a mere cut on his bottom lip. Though he kept noticing they’d look up at the back mirror at him quite often.

About five or six minutes into the drive he observed something unusual with the street they were on.

“This isn’t the turn you were supposed to take” Risotto commented

Their hands squeezed the steering wheel of their vehicle nervously. ““I was...just taking a short cut”

They winced in pain as something jabbed in their mouth.

““This street takes you nowhere towards their home, and I think you know that don’t you?” His voice was filled with annoyance.

“You were likely going to try and drop me off at some random location, then drive off to call the police” The white haired male explained. His red irises focused on their mouth, making a single needle jut out from their lower lip. A hiss came from their mouth as they tensed from the pain. He simply didn’t care that they were hurting at this juncture, it was their choice to try a petty little trick.

“All you need to do is go where I instruct you plain and simple...if you can’t do that, then that single needle in your lip will be the least of your worries”

Frantically they turned their car back around.

...

You were sitting on the couch with the tv playing in the dark. Only casually listening to whatever channel it happened to be on. Your friend was supposed to meet up with you so the two of you could watch a movie together. Though it seemed like they were running a little late. They probably got caught up with some other stuff.

Though they could’ve fallen asleep and forgot about it by accident. You’ve had that happen to you a couple times before. It wasn’t a big deal though if they couldn’t make it. They only said they might join you if they have time to.

You waited about ten more minutes before deciding to just go ahead and play the movie you picked out.

Eventually you got lost in the characters, the soundtrack, and the events of the story. During most of the duration you couldn’t help but worry for some reason. Maybe you should just go upstairs for the night and watch the rest of the movie in your room?

No, you’ve done this by yourself before. There was no reason to go upstairs, at least right now. Maybe you should call your friend and see where they were at. Maybe that would solve your unease you were experiencing right now.

Your hand hastily grabs your phone off your coffee table, and you text them. Then you return to watching your movie again but this time you’d count the time passed. Every ten minutes you’d look to see if they would respond.

About half an hour passes and there’s nothing.

You tried to make a call, but it didn’t appear to go through.

Though when looking at the time on the phone you realize it was nearly one in the morning. Maybe that had something to do with it too. Shaking your head you knew you were getting paranoid. You decided to finish up the movie and at least attempt to relax.

By the time the credits roll, you hear a thump that alerts you.

It was difficult to tell where it came from as it was just a light thump.

Deciding to start with the front, you turned on the porch light to your home before looking out the window. After searching for a minute you pulled your curtains closed before moving on.

A quick check just about everywhere you could think of being a potential problem, led to nothing. There wasn’t another thumping sound, so it was likely just something random outside.

Without a second thought, you turned everything off aside from the porch light and went upstairs. You were just wanting it to be daylight as soon as possible. Just shut your door, go to sleep, and everything would be absolutely fine in the morning.

Since you were already in your sleepwear from expecting to fall asleep on the couch, there was really nothing else to do besides get in bed.

Just shut the door.

Lie down.

Clear your head.

Even out your breathing.

Try to go to sleep.

After about twenty to thirty minutes your body finally started to unwind.

But that fell apart as soon as you rolled over, you felt something touch you. You sat up and panicked as you saw an unfamiliar silhouette standing right by your bedside.

In response you tumbled off the other side.

But whoever they were, they had been quick to block your exit.

How did this intruder even get in your room without making a sound?

You had to get around them or at least try and fight.

An attempt to burst the farthest way out of their reach was made but you fell to the floor in pain instead of the result you were expecting. You didn’t even get to lay a finger on them let alone try to avoid this person.

You squirmed around as this man came closer to you, he silently picked you up. Resulting him holding you rather too close to his bare chest by force.

So you attempted to bite him to get him to loosen his grip with the hope you could get some distance.

To your displeasure though it only displeased the stranger as he grabbed your jaw.

“Biting will do you no favors...” he whispered in your ear.

You could feel a bell from the end of his hat slide across your lower neck as he moved closer.

An unexpected sensation raked up your spine as you felt what seemed like a kiss be planted. Though it seemed he was restraining himself as he quickly pulled back.

“If you’re reasonable enough you won’t try to attempt to do anything against me and perhaps I won’t have to keep using my ability to keep you in line”

You stared with horror written all over your face.

““A straightforward order that should be easy enough for you to follow” He added on.

”I certainly don’t mind it after all, if it’s to keep you to myself”

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere drabble #yandere jjba #risotto nero #risotto jojo #vento aureo #golden wind #jojo part 5 #jjba #jojo #JoJo no Kimyō na Bōken #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jojo x reader

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trcubledycuth · 6 years

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burning family legacies.

WHO → Daenerys Targaryen & Harry Osborn. @blacxlotus

WHAT → Modern madness tearing up their horrendous father’s legacies.

NOTES → legit from 5000 billion years ago, but the prequel to this thread.

DAENERYS:

“They say your father was just as sane as mine.” Daenerys quips calmly, tea cup held a ways down from her chin, eyes peering over at Harry. It’s been YEARS since she’s seen him, but the familiar face has her lips curling into a content smile that has some true happiness to it. The TARNISHING of the Targaryen name was not one that escaped the scrutiny of headlines around the world. Targaryen Industries suffered a definite hit when the public psychotic break happened, thus Oscorp SOARED and now years later, she was shuffled into Daddy’s footsteps, trying DESPERATELY to bring the family’s name and now HER legacy back to golden standards she was proud to uphold.

So lunch with Harry Osborn, their fathers no longer looming over them. Business, time with old friends. Things that never mixed, but Dany thought it best to get the GIANT ELEPHANT out of the room, especially when her time in New York was meant to be BRIEF. That meant getting what was necessary out of the way first. Hair curled to perfection, her smile breaks into something GENUINE as she sits back against the chair, eyes still having not left the DASHING man in front of her. “How horrified do you think they’d be to know they’re once again being mentioned within the same breath, all these years later for this?” After all the good they’d accomplished, after all the BAD they’d done? “I think the universe is having a laugh on them.” Dany admits, her emotional ties scarred and severed, it’s more a coffee table picture book than a tell all memoir.

“I’m happy to see we’ve eluded it this far.” A moment passed, her cup raising to her lips before a small laugh. “For now anyways.” Genetics could be a bitch after all.”

HARRY:

A genuine grin and a laugh coming from Harry Osborn? That was certainly new. “A polite way to put Norman Osborn lost his fucking mind, huh?” he responded, never one to play games or skirt around the truth. It didn’t suit him. At any rate, if anyone was allowed to make quips about his father, it was Dany. For all the shit she’d been through, however, here she was, looking more perfect and speaking with more confidence than he could ever remember her having before. If he were to guess, they both likely changed quite a bit from the last time they saw one another. He supposed the difference was while he was off in boarding schools taking full advantage of the perks that came with having the Osborn name, she was in a family that was trying and failing to pick up the pieces of their bat-shit leader. What were the odds that he’d be dealing with the same thing only a few years later? Now that he was back in New York, and the company was- for all rights and purposes- his, what was supposed to be competition felt more and more like camaraderie in their unusually similar paths.

Having lunch with Daenerys was a little bit like being transported back to his childhood, despite the fact that this was supposed to be a business meeting, and he was certain the rest of the corporate world was waiting with bated breath to see how this went. An amusing thought. “Knowing that they’d shit themselves is half the reason I came.” Not true. “Maybe less than half,” he added as an afterthought, sipping unashamedly at a glass of scotch. If it was inappropriate, he clearly didn’t care.

At her comment, Harry’s eyes narrowed playfully. It was a disconcerting look for most of the members of his board, as it was usually followed by a subtly snide comment, but his response took a notably different and more amiable tone when he responded to her. “Have you eluded it, though? Most people probably think you’re insane for even suggesting we meet like this.”

DAENERYS:

“I’m nothing if not polite.” Dany teases, mocking her own REPUTATION and how her name has been dragged through the mud, despite everything. Even if not following in her father’s footsteps, being a woman in a man’s world like this industry, being demeaned and scrutinized, and held to an entirely different standard… That was something in it’s own she never allowed herself to fall to. “Though I feel they both lost their minds long ago.” Dany adds on, a sad amusement pushing her opinion deeper. She’d been quite VOCAL on what she did and did not agree on and that have given her a REPUTATION she didn’t necessarily deserve. When men stated what they thought and wanted, they were being assertive, yet when she did it, she was being an immature little brat.

The world had much growing to do. But she was trying to make that change HOW she could; which lead her here. With Harry… But it didn’t FEEL like business which only added her shoulders in relaxing, her smile growing ever so slightly into a grin. A LONG and tedious eye roll silenced as she sipped quietly from her cup, trying to HIDE her amusement. “Less than half?” Dany questions, amusement now fully quirking her brow high as she lowers her cup, settling it to the table. “Most people aren’t worth my time.” Daenerys offers, a satisfied and relaxed expression that sits with POISE.

“You on the other hand. Well, I’ve always had a soft spot.” Oh if only their fathers could see what they’d ACCIDENTALLY created. All the galas and functions, dinners and meetings, two opposing companies coming together, even if only to attempt to ONE UP the other. Properly behaved children shoved together, bored out of their minds while the adults talked, and talked. Children that grew into teens that became more cynical, the veil of innocence slipping beyond the point of return. “Then again, you DID accept my invitation.” Her words are coy, the insinuation tossed back at Harry, perhaps HE was the insane one. “So perhaps that just says we’re MUCH better off than our fathers.”

HARRY:

Harry shouldn’t have been smiling so much, it felt unnatural on his face for how little he’d been doing it lately, but god had she grown fierce over the years. That paired with her always perfectly smooth words and deceivingly coy mannerisms? She was a force to be reckoned with. He didn’t know how the rest of the world didn’t love her yet. He’d been following her career closely ever since her father stepped down, and it’d been nothing short of a brilliant rise to power. Perhaps he was foolish for admiring her so much, but it’s not as if he could forget the hours they’d spent as children during countless meetings (more like petty territorial fights between their fathers) as their glorified servants watched over them, him convincing her to rebel against them so they could be free for a few hours. He didn’t have a lot of fond memories from his childhood, but those were certainly some of them.

“Less than half.” Harry asserted, more definitely this time. He didn’t bother to elaborate. She knew what he meant. He snorted into his scotch glass, narrowed eyes rolling to the side as he drank more. He wasn’t even buzzed for the tolerance he’d built up for the stuff. “Well, it’s good to know I’m at least somewhat worth your time. If only for old time’s sake.” His smile shrank into something more secretive, eyes trained on the window in the private room they reserved in some fancy ass restaurant downtown. “Every single waste of space on my board advised against me accepting, you know?” he turned back to her, expression hardening.

“They clearly don’t know shit. I think you’re right. And if I can’t be better than my father, then put a bullet through my brain now and be done with it.” Harry normally didn’t make a habit of speaking about Norman Osborn so openly, but he knew Dany more than understood. She was probably the only person who did. “He was brilliant. Once. A terrible father, but Oscorp wouldn’t be where it is without him. I can’t ignore that fact. But how the fuck are we supposed to grow when all anyone can worry about is this damn rivalry between us?” For all the faults of his father, he was one of the few who recognized Harry’s intelligence, if not only when he was insulting him for wasting it. He watched her for a moment, believing she might be one of the few who saw it too, as he saw her’s. “I get the feeling I’m not the only one who sees the potential in what we could do together.”

DAENERYS:

The smile was impossible to wipe from her perfectly painted lips. Perhaps this was the best thing she could have done. “I think we both know somewhat isn’t generous enough a term.” Daenerys corrected. Harry had always been in the back of her mind, but he’d slip in and out from time to time… This however, this fueled the looming sensation of NOSTALGIA, an old friend with a special little bond not many others could relate to. In some senses, Harry Osborn represented what could have been associated with THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY. Not because there had ever been any talk of such things, but because there was ALWAYS something about ‘what if’ lingering in silence between them.

Both far too mature, too jaded to act.

Or was that it at all? “Are any of them under the age of fifty?” Daenerys questioned, amusement evident in the fact she assumed not. All sculpted by Harry’s father, to act in his absence should he ever no longer be there to lead Oscorp. Harry however, well Harry had the ability to override everything and crush whatever had once been.

“Well, I’d drink to that.” She offered, a small huff forming into a laugh at the thought. Being like her father. She knew the man, the stories, the tales. The monster. “What rivalry?” Dany questioned, already summarizing her viewpoint on THAT. There were many things that could be done to progress, but chomping at the bit to up one another when it could all be focused? Driving faster to their GOALS, offering substantial growth?

The appearance of the waiter had Dany ordering a glass of wine deciding that while BUSINESS and liquor never mixed with her as a rule, this was going far better than she could have ever hoped, completely blinded what it felt like to be in the presence of an old, unlikely friend. When they were alone once again, amethyst eyes found Harry’s a relaxed and CONFIDENT expression resting on her features. “I propose Targaryen Industries and Oscorp Industries merge.”

ONE WEEK LATER.

HARRY:

Harry knew better than to try and predict what Dany might've been thinking when she requested they meet, but nothing could've prepared him for what she proposed. Years of tense competition and unstable meetings where their father's drew capricious territory lines had been leading to what many thought would eventually be a takeover of one company over the other. First Dany's father lost his mind, leaving Norman Osborn to reap in their misfortune. Before he could begin to think about buying them out, however, he got sick, and his mental state deteriorated as well. Some kind of sick fucking joke, as much as he might've deserved it.

The fact that each respective company now rest in the hands of their children, both of whom had gotten along despite the odds in their youth, might've been a gift more than a joke though. Targaryen and Oscorp Industries merge... what an idea. He'd been stricken silent when she said the words, but the mere memory still made him smile for her boldness. It left a lot up in the air, and it amused him to think that even considering her proposal would likely make his father put out a pricey contract on his life (if he didn't simply kill him himself), but he needed to think about it. He was often reckless, even careless, but he couldn’t be about this.

Realistically, Harry knew this might be the solution he’d been looking for, albeit not the one he’d been hoping for. Having just stepped out of the shower, he stared at himself in the mirror, eyes landing on the ugly mark along the side of his neck sporting a sickly green hue. He poked at it, and felt a tremor of pain throughout his body. Retro viral hyperplasia. I never told you that it's genetic. The words his father spoke before he died with unsettling amusement. He hadn’t told anyone, never even stepped foot into a doctor’s office when he already knew the truth. He was going to die, it was only a matter of time. He’d never have kids. Someone was going to have to take this over. Who better than the person who actually earned it?

Harry didn’t trust anyone with the information, for the most part too afraid to even admit it to himself, but tonight would be the last night Dany was in town and he had finally made up his mind. He couldn’t go out to some swanky New York restaurant this time, though. He needed something without pretenses, something that felt like it could be them. The way it used to be, or at least some semblance of what they used to have. He spent a lot of time building up his persona as Harry Osborn, the heir who could do as he pleased, but he needed to let go of that at least a little if he was going to do this.

When he changed, it wasn’t in his usual designer wear. A black t-shirt and matching jeans paired with a leather jacket- worn. He hadn’t put any sort of dress code on the occasion, but he assumed she would be the complete opposite, stunning as usual. He had asked Dany to meet him at his place for drinks that night, something easy before her flight home. He rarely got nervous, but his skin was crawling with it now, and by the time her arrival was announced via a speaker by his front door, he was instinctively building that barrier back up. Maybe he needed some of it. Vulnerability never came naturally to him.

Already on his third glass of scotch, Harry prepared a glass of what he knew to be Dany’s favorite wine so that the moment she was settled politely in his overly extravagant condo overlooking the city lights, he was properly astute. Handing her the glass silently after exchanging pleasantries, he sat across from her and spoke. “I know you want to know what I’m thinking about your proposal. But I think I should get something important out of the way first. Something I haven’t told anyone yet- but if we’re going to move forward with this, you should know,” he smirked, and continued, “that I’m dying.”

cont here. x

#c: daenereys targaryen #f: game of thrones #blacxlotus #ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴀʟᴇʀᴛ! { burning family legacies }

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