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And they were Roommates (part 12)

A/N: No comment. Send tips i need therapy.

WARNINGS: SMUT?! 18+ GROWN ASS SHIT? DIRTY TALK? SEX? FILTH? JUST PURE FILTH

It took probably a minute for the realization to set in. When it did, you stood up heading towards the hallway before being stopped by Price.

"Hey hey hey, where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm going to tell him and ask him if he's alright." You said with a frown, as it was obvious to you.

"Nope."

You frowned even more.

"We suspected it was." Gaz started.

"A sex drug." Soap added with a grin.

"We needed to make sure it was because it might have been dangerous but he's fine." Price finished.

"Alright, but why can't I go see him?" You asked, now crossing your arms.

"The lieutenant asked to keep you away…" Konig finally said.

You rolled your eyes. You started to walk again just to be stopped again.

"I know you're worried about him. But he's fine, he's home. The boys are going to stay to make sure he's fine." Price tried again.

You were starting to feel annoyed. You wanted to go see your boyfriend! Price sent you a look that left no discussion. You bit your lip turning your back on him, clearly pouting. He excused himself before leaving, now remaining with the boys.

"Come on, cheer up! We're all home." Soap tried dropping his hands on your shoulders.

"You're here to babysit me and keep me away from his door." You said with a glare.

Word of affirmation came from the three men, making you groan and head to the kitchen counter.

Time passed exactly like you had expected. After a good hour you were no longer the boy's priority as they played on the PS5. You had managed to sneak past them and walk up the stairs. They were underestimating you if they thought they could keep you away from him. You turned into another hallway at the top of the stairs and headed for his door. Unfortunately a large arm wrapped around your waist picking you up like you were made of feathers. You did your best not to yelp, glancing behind you.

"Konig!" You whispered-yelled.

"I'm sorry! You can't! The captain-" he whispered-yelled as well.

You tried to wiggle away but that big bear of a man wouldn't let go.

"Konig please! I need to see him…" you tried in a sad voice.

It wasn't fair. You were using his sensitive side to get what you want. You could see in his eyes. It was working.

"Sparrow… the lieutenant said no…" he tried again.

"Please… I need to see him… Just pretend you never saw me…" you whined.

He put you down slowly but kept a hand around your arm. You didn't move. Running away would be pointless and would ruin your little bargain. He kept his eyes on you until he sighed, letting go of your arm. You jumped, hugging him.

"Thank you thank you!"

You could hear him giggle. He pointed to the door and walked you to it. You were confused until he explained in a very low whisper.

"He's not going to open if he knows it's you…"

You nodded, finally understanding. God, you were so glad for this man. You made sure to buy him the latest Sims game with all the packs. You knew he loved it.

He knocked on the door.

"Lieutenant. It's Konig. I got something for you."

After that he quickly walked away. You watched as he left, listening to the sound of footsteps behind the closed door. The door swung open. Your eyes met his and he immediately froze.

"If you close the door… I'll be angry." You warned.

You could see his hand on the door frame. His knuckles turned white at the pressure.

"What are you doing? Where are the boys?" He asked.

His voice was deeper. Darker. You were so familiar with this, you've already heard it. And everytime something amazingly hot happened.

"I came to check on you. The boys are downstairs." You said confidently.

He chuckled darkly as he noticed it.

"Well. I'm good as you can see. So hop off little bunny." He warned.

"Let me in." You asked.

"Absolutely not." He grunted.

You frowned. You had to find a way to get in. You needed to be there for him. You wanted to be there for him.

"Why not?" You asked innocently.

You knew he liked it. You knew he loved to see you act innocently, he had said it once. It made him want to ruin you.

"Bunny. Not now." He warned again.

"Why?" You batted your lashes.

"The drug is still active."

"And?"

"Bunny…" he growled.

"Hmm?" You hummed as you stepped closer to the door.

"Go." He ordered.

You pouted. He was being stubborn. But so were you. Something inside you made you want to go inside. That little voice in the back of your head kept pushing you to stay with him the whole time. Perhaps it was the need to make sure he was ok. Perhaps it was the thrill of being in the same room as him when you knew he was horny. It was awful. Horrible. But you thought it might be interesting to rile him up in this state.

"Simon… please" you whined.

"No. Go back to the boys." He said firmly.

And then the idea spawned like a flash.

"You're right… I should go check if no one else was touched by the drug." You started as you turned around. "They may need some assistance." You finished.

You were roughly pulled inside. The door was slammed and you were pressed against it. The sound must have alerted the men downstairs. You had therefore very little time to convince him.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" He scolded. For a little second you thought you might have really fucked up.

"I just want to stay with you… I'm worried Simon please!" You whined.

"Fuck… stop whining." He grunted.

You extended your hand to his chest, his muscles flexing under your touch. His hand wrapped around your wrist in a flash.

"Bunny… please don't do this to me."

"Do what?"

"We talked about this. Taking things slow."

"I know. We are. Let me just stay with you." You whispered.

The sound of footsteps running up the stairs only made the tension grow. You looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Please… let me stay…" you begged.

He took a deep breath, eyes glued to you.

"LT?!" Soap called.

The air was tense in between the both of you. He wanted you to stay. You could see it in his eyes.

"Yes." He answered.

"Is… she?" Gaz asked.

"Obviously." He hissed.

Silence fell for a few seconds. The staring match in between the both of you seemed to drive him mad as his breath quickened.

"Do you want us to take her-"

"NO."

The roar made you jump. You didn't know if it was the offer of making you leave that got him angry, or the poor choice of words used… 'take her'.

The boys awkwardly agreed before leaving. He was letting you stay. You wanted to jump but you tried to contain your happiness. He took a step forward, eyes never leaving yours.

"Behave bunny." He warned one last time before letting go of your wrist and turning around.

He walked to the small sofa not too far from the bed and sat down, head falling back, eyes closed, muscles clearly flexing and breath quickening. You noticed how dark the room was, the curtains were drawn and night had fallen. You could still perfectly see the bulge in his pants from where you stood.

"Don't stare bunny."

How? He had his eyes closed! You bit your lip. You only noticed now that he wasn't wearing his mask.

"Why… don't you help yourself?" You asked, blushing. He groaned.

"I tried."

"And?"

He raised his head again, planting his eyes into yours.

"I can't cum."

A wave of heat rushed through you. His voice made your ears ring, fuck. It must be a torture. You wanted to help him. You really… wanted… to help him.

"Get that thought off your head."

You blinked.

"W-what?"

"Don't try anything, little one."

You rolled your eyes and looked away. You couldn't keep your eyes away however so you looked back at him. He had resumed his position, head thrown back. His fists kept clenching and releasing air. You wanted to help him. Fuck you wanted to get on your knees and relieve him.

You took a few steps forwards as he raised his head to look at you and follow your every movement. You say on his bed, not too far from him.

"How are you feeling?" You tried.

"Warm. Horny." He let out.

You smirked and he rolled his eyes.

"Why aren't you wearing your mask?" You asked, trying to think about anything else but the prominent bulge twitching in his sweatpants.

"There was blue powder all over it. Took it off." He answered in a groan.

You bit your lip. You couldn't stay there, not helping.

"Simon-"

"No."

You frowned.

"How?"

"Baby I can read you so well." He grunted.

You blushed. He made you warm just by his words. You stood up slowly as he opened his eyes again watching your every move. You remained where you were.

"I can help…" you proposed.

"Y/N. We talked about this."

"I know… but this is unexpected, and I want to… help you relieve yourself."

He frowned, swallowing hard.

"You want this to be our first time together? Not me."

You understood his point of view. Sure it wasn't the romantic, love making evening that you had pictured as a first time but… fuck he looked appetizing. And something about him going feral with you made you want to drop to your knees right away. Your head kept running over what you could say to convince him. And it showed up. You jumped in your little spot, gaining his attention.

"Where's your spare mask?"

He frowned but pointed towards the closet. You walked to it, opening it and searching for it. When you found it you turned around looking at him with a wide smile. He still looked confused, but you walked to him, fast enough for him to straighten himself in his seat. You stood in front of him, mask in hands, beckoning him to come closer so you could pass over his head.

He very slowly brought his face closer to you as you slipped his mask on.

"So… let's pretend, this isn't our first time."

"What?"

He straightened the fabric on his face, the movement making you bite your lip. You dropped to your knees, quickly enough that his hand grabbing your hair didn't stop your movement.

"Bunny. Fuck…. Get. Up." He growled.

You put your hands on his thighs and you looked up at him.

"Simon. Listen to me. This isn't our first time."

He sent a questioning look that you clearly recognized with just his eyes.

"This is my first time… with Ghost."

It took a second but it clicked. He chuckled darkly letting himself fall back but still holding your hair.

"You want Ghost to fuck you?" He asked in a dark voice.

"You did say… I was the only one to manage to turn him on."

You let your hands roam softly over his thighs. His hips instinctively bucked when you got a bit too close to the throb in between his legs.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

You nodded, licking your lips, his eyes noticing it.

"Ghost won't be nice. He's not going to be kind. Especially not under a fucking drug." He alerted.

You were anticipating him. Fuck you wanted it. You nodded again. He let go of your hair, smoothing it out. His hand slid over your jaw to grab your chin.

"Choose a safe word."

You blinked. He said yes? He agreed?! A safe word… hum… a safeword.

"Reaper…"

You didn't know yourself if that was a good idea but it's the only thing you thought of. It made him chuckle again.

"Reaper? You gonna call for your plush if it's too much? Alright… fair enough."

He sat himself more comfortably letting go of your chin. He looked at you, kneeled in between his legs.

"Alright little bunny. Let's see how much you can help me." He tilted his head to the side.

It's like something inside him shifted. You could see it in his eyes. The way Ghost showed up, taking over Simon.

"Go on, little one. Kiss it."

You blinked. What? You let yourself drop closer to his bulge, eyes never leaving him. You dropped a soft kiss over it, feeling him twitch. You wanted to smirk when he hissed. But right now, you knew better than that.

"Obedient. Good."

The comment made you squeeze your legs together.

"Bunny. Take it out. Come on."

Once more you obeyed, pulling his pants and boxers down with his help. You had to be honest. You knew he was big. You could feel it sometimes in the morning when he woke up next to you. But fuck. He was thick. He chuckled darkly, gaining your attention.

"Have you bitten more than you can chew?" He teased.

With a very confident look you grabbed his cock, letting your tongue lick its way from the bottom to the tip at an agonizing slow pace. Something in between a moan and a groan escaped his lips, making you feel proud. You kept playing with your tongue, making it swirl over his tip, your hands pumping him slowly.

"Mouth. Now." He ordered.

You were more than happy to oblige. You wrapped your lips around him, slowly sucking as you sunk deeper. His hands met your hair, pulling it into a ponytail and tightening it in his fist.

"That's it. Be a good girl for me."

The praise made you bop your head up and down. You found a steady pace, alternating to licking and pumping him with your hand when you needed a bit of air. The sounds he made went straight in between your legs. His grip tightened in your hair.

"Enough playing. Tap my thigh if you need." He warned.

You moaned around his cock, making his hips buck into your mouth. You put your hands on his thighs letting him fuck himself into your throat.

It took a bit of effort not to gag when he reached the back of your throat. He had fun pulling himself entirely out, watching the little line of drool connect your tongue to his tip. He chuckled darkly.

"Fuck, so pretty."

He shoved himself back in, making you moan again. He used his hand in your hair to drive your mouth the way he felt best. He let his head fall back, his hips bucking into your mouth. The tears burnt your eyes, your cheeks getting wetter by the second. His eyes fell back on you not leaving your face.

"So pathetic… you like it? I can see you squirm, are you wet already? Just by sucking me?"

You blushed, you wondered if that was even possible. He cursed again, his pace quickening. You had to dig your nails into his sweatpants, bracing yourself for his tip at the back of your throat.

"Fuck" he let out in a groan and chuckle. "You're gonna make me cum baby.."

The heat his words sent pulling to your stomach was insane. His pace got impossibly fast, the tears falling down your cheeks.

"So pretty… so, damn, pretty."

You closed your eyes, moaning at his praises.

"Open your eyes. Look at me." He ordered.

You complied, that sight of him over you, looking down at you as he kept using your mouth made you squeeze your thighs together.

"I'm gonna cum baby…"

Fuck… you never thought hearing him say it could make your head spin like this. You braved yourself to feel his cum down your throat but he had other plans.

"No, not inside, let me cum over your face."

You moaned in agreement. He bucked his hips again a few more times before pulling your head back, thick spurs of cum falling on your face as you closed your eyes.

"Shitshitshhit…Ah…Fucking finally" he groaned loudly, his moan mixing with his curses.

You took deep breaths and you opened your eyes. You felt his gaze immediately, making you shiver.

"Shit. You look amazing like that. You Gon let me take a picture?"

You blushed again but nodded, still trying to catch your breath. He grabbed his phone on the small table next to him and pointed it at you. His other hand grabbed your chin, his thumb over your lips.

"Open."

You did. His thumb touching your tongue. THe flash flickered, the tears in your eyes making it impossible not to close them.

"Good girl."

His cock twitched again. He hadn't softened at all and you were aching for him to touch you. He threw his phone on the bed, his attention fully on you again.

"Let's get serious now."

He took off his t-shirt using it to wipe his seed off your face.

"Get up baby."

He threw the shirt to the ground, helping you stand in front of him. He pulled at your shirt, getting annoyed when it wouldn't cooperate. He grabbed something else from under the table this time, the light reflecting on it before he slashed through the fabric. You gasped.

"Simon! I liked that-"

His gaze met yours, making you quiet down immediately.

"Who?"

Shit.

"Hum… G-Ghost" you tried.

"Again."

"Ghost."

"Entirely."

"Lieutenant Ghost." You blushed.

"Good. Forget it again and I'll burn it into your brain."

You bit your lip nodding. You eyed the knife worriedly.

"Breath. I won't hurt you."

Your leggins found the same fate as the air against your skin made it prickle with goosebumps.

He stood up, planting the knife straight into the wood of the table. He towered over you, reaching for his mask to lift it up to his nose before capturing your lips in his. His hands roamed your body very softly, a softness that was unfamiliar from Ghost. One of his hands reached the back of your bra unclasping it. It fell to the floor, but you were too busy drowning in his kiss to even care. He pulled you closer with his hard cock against your stomach. You reached for it, pumping him a few times, earning a little bite on your lower lip.

His lips left yours to attack your neck, bites and licks promising various marks for later on. It made you shiver and whimper each time, the roughness you were used to from Ghost coming back. He separated, grabbing your hand to take it away from him and turned you around. Your back flushed against him, his cock over your ass. You moaned wanting to grind back against him.

His hands touched your skin, making sure to not leave a single inch out. Finally he cupped your breast, your breath hitching at the sensation.

"You're so perfect, fuck look at you."

His fingers were quick to find your nipples and you played with them, rolling them softly and pinching. You moaned, letting yourself fall back onto him. You could feel his lack of patience. His left hand traveled south cupping you over your panties making you buck against his cock. He chuckled against your ear, letting his finger rub your through the fabric.

"Already wet for me…" he growled against your ear.

You nodded, biting your lip. His fingers were rough, torturing, you could feel his heart beating so fast in his chest, remembering he was still under the effect of the drug.

"I'm sorry baby, I have to have you… I can't hold back anymore…"

It made you smirk, hearing him say it made you moan in anticipation.

He had somehow taken off the rest of his clothes at some point and he wrapped his arm around your waist picking you up effortlessly, making you giggle in the process as he walked to the bed. He dropped you to your feet in front of it.

"Come on, lay down, on your back."

Once more you obeyed without discussion. You told yourself you'd be a brat another time.

The sight was amazing. You felt so lucky to have him. He lowered himself, grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge of the bed. He knelt down, approaching his face dangerously close to your cunt. He made sure to bite your inner thigh, making you yelp.

"This is just a little glimpse of what you'll get, once… I'll be more in control."

You wanted to question him but his tongue through your folds made you moan out loud.

He chuckled.

"Oh… what was that? Do it again baby"

Another long lick at your clit made you moan again as he hummed against you. It was a distraction, because now he wanted it. He needed it. His tongue worked its way up and down, sucking and licking at your sensitive little point. You couldn't help yourself, the moans escaping your lips were stronger than you.

"Ah-h… G-Ghost…"

His grip on your thighs harden, you'd be bruised later on. You tried to arch your back but his hands switched to your hips, holding you in place.

"L-lieuten-ant!"

He froze. Shit. Was it bad? You shouldn't have?

He got up, this time grabbing you and throwing you higher on the bed. You yelped, watching him kneel on the bed before setting himself on top of you.

"That… fuck…" he cursed.

He was out of breath, a small layer of sweat covered his skin.

"A-are you alright?" You asked, concern coating your voice.

"I'm fucking burning. I need to fuck you."

He positioned himself in between your legs, letting the tip of his cock rub against your clit. You had a mix of worry because of his size, of pleasure from the way he rubbed your clit with it and somewhere amongst the fog of your brain you had a glimpse of something about needing a condom that was very quickly lost by his tip at your entrance.

"Safeword ?" He asked.

"R-reaper…"

He grinned before pulling back his mask down, pushing his hips into your slowly. The stretch burnt, but fuck it burnt good. He bottomed out, throwing his head back.

"Shit.."

He slivered his arms under your knees, grabbing your waist.

"I'm sorry… you're gonna have to take it."

He pulled out before slamming right back into you. You gasped. Fuck, you didn't have much time to get used to his size, but he still felt so good, making you feel so full.

"I.. fuck… I need to ruin you… shit"

He slammed again his hips into yours, starting out a slow, steady yet deep rhythm. You moaned each time, the more you got used to it the more you felt yourself burn for him. You could see he was restraining himself, the more he let go of his will to fight the drug the more he slammed into you. He was fixed at the sight of his cock burying himself into you.

"G-Ghost!" You moaned, gaining his attention.

"L-let… go!"

He frowned under the mask at your offer.

"Plea-se… lieut-enant…"

He liked it. You, moaning his rank. Shit shit shit. You'd remember that. His pace quickened, this time his eyes staring right into your soul.

"Fuck… you sound amazing"

You wanted to blush, if your face didn't feel so hot already. His thrusts made your eyes roll back, he managed to hit your sensitive spot each time.

"And you… feel… heavenly." He growled.

You were finding it hard to keep your voice at an acceptable volume, your high building itself faster than it ever did. He looked down at you with a chuckle that made you shiver.

"You gonna cum already bunny? I can… feel you… clenching around me."

He kept his thrusts exactly the way it made you moan a little louder, his cock pumping in and out of you, reaching deep inside you. He groaned again, his head falling back.

"Fuck… I'm… I can't handle this. Fucking drug-"

He kept pounding you, the knot deep in your stomach threatening to break.

"Cum bunny." He ordered.

You whined in between moans, his gaze falling back to you. You didn't think his eyes would be able to make you feel this heat, this feeling. His eye contact was exactly what you needed to let yourself tip over the edge. That, and…

"Cum."

Your mouth fell open at his order, the waves of pleasure crashing over you as his own thrusts quickened. He groaned right after you as he pulsed deep inside you. Fuck. It felt amazing. You were out of breath. But he twitched inside you again, not softening for a second.

"More.."

You blinked, w-what? He grabbed you, making you spin around, your dizzy mind barely understanding. You braved yourself on all four. He had managed to stay deep inside you even like that. He pulled out again, you moaned, your sensitiveness making you twitch. He slammed right back into you, making you cry out.

"W-wait!"

He resumed his pace, his hips thrusting into you. The more you fucked, the less he had control.

"So good… you feel so. FUCKING. Good."

You moaned again. His pace was much more erratic this time, the bed shaking. His hand came to wrap around your throat, pulling you up against him, his other arm securing your waist. You whined again, the new position making you shake a bit.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl." He hissed against your ear, making you clench on his cock again.

You almost couldn't believe it, your second orgasm building up again deep inside you. You fucked back against him, making him tighten his grip on your neck, the lack of air making your cheeks tingle. What was that sound… Was it you? Shit who cared.

"Baby… cum again… come on… cum with me"

It was all you needed to explode again. This time you saw stars, he made sure to bury himself deep inside you as he came again. The warmth inside you and his praises in your ear made your orgasm only more intense.

You were both out of breath, he had let go of your neck, both his arms holding you against him.

"God.. good girl… so good bunny…"

You whined again. You felt a mix of his cum and your juices dripping down your thighs. You wanted to say something, something about a fucking condom, but he beat you to it.

"You need to see it."

Your brows furrowed a bit. What… Did he mean? He thrust again inside you, a warning that he was far from done. You whined.

"Lieutenant..!"

He stopped, not moving an inch.

"Do you want to use your safeword…?"

You thought for a minute, no… you could take it, fuck you wanted to take it. He was on the drug but shit, he didn't realize you were the one addicted here. You shook your head.

"Good. Reach back. Arms around my neck. Hold tight."

He slipped out of you, the sensation making you whine. You obeyed anyhow. You yelped when he slipped his arms under your knees lifting you up. He stood from the bed, walking to the mirror. You shook your head when you reached it, the sight almost pornographic. He stood behind you as he held you up against him, legs wide open. You could see his cum dripping out of you, his cock twitching against your ass.

"Damn.. so good. Look at you, my cum dripping out of you, my tags around your neck…"

You only noticed them now. You were still wearing them. You bit your lip, closing your eyes.

"Feeling shy? Look. At me."

You shook your head.

"Bunny. Eyes. On. Me."

You opened them, looking back into the mirror.

"You're gonna pay for disobeying me. Shove my cock back inside."

You blinked.

"B..but… my arms?"

"I'm holding you. You're not going anywhere."

You bit your lip, slowly letting one of your arms fall from his neck, you reached down feeling the tip of his cock against your fingertips.

"Shit.."

He was just as sensitive as you, you could see it in the mirror, the way his tip had reddened. You brought it to your entrance and he trusts back into you, making you whine.

You wrapped again your arms around his neck, trying to hold yourself up against his restless pace.

"Look into the mirror."

You felt shy yes. But fuck did it send hot wave through you watching him balls deep inside you as he groaned against your ear. The dog tags jumped on your stomach, your breast bouncing with each thrusts, his muscles flexing under his movements.

"I-I… I can't!"

You were too sensitive, too out of breath. Each thrusts kept rubbing against your G spot, another orgasm rising.

"Yes. YES. You can."

You had long lost the fight against your moans, you were loud, probably too loud.

"I'm… GHOST!"

You threw your head back, a cry leaving your lips, ears ringing when another orgasm hit you.

"Fuck. The way… you clench, shit, I'm-" He hissed.

He moaned loudly, his cock twitching as he spilled again inside you. The way he kept thrusting even through your orgasms made his seed pool at the base of his cock.

"Im.. loud…t-too… loud…" you tried.

"Fuck that." He chuckled again.

He pulled out, cum dripping to the floor again. He walked you to his door, putting you down there and helped you stay up.

"Hands against the door. Let's give them a show."

You opened your mouth, eyes widening but a moan came out as he thrust his still hard dick right back in. You felt dizzy, your head spinning. You were unsure you could take more. His hips slamming into you, his groans and the sound of skin slapping mixing with your own shaky voice.

"Can't! C-cant!"

"S-safeword?" He moaned in your ear.

You answered with a moan again, not able to form an answer. His fist slammed against the door above you as he forced himself to stop, letting you catch your breath.

"Bunny. Need you awake."

You shook, legs ready to give in. His arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you up.

"Bunny." His voice was firmer.

You moaned in answer, telling him he had your attention.

"Safeword? If you need to. Say it." He warned.

He was struggling to hold back, his own hips bucking into you a bit when you clenched around him from the sensitiveness.

"Fucking hell. I need it. An. Answer."

You tried to gather your thoughts. Could you take more? You wanted to, you wanted to be his good girl. You could hear it in his voice, in his hisses how deep he was in his high. Fuck you wanted to keep going. You were unsure your body would follow.

"Y/N-"

"No… n-no safeword…"

He let out a shaky breath as he started moving again, slower this time. You were thankfully for it, but you couldn't stop the moans leaving your lips.

"More… fuck I… need more baby…" he grunted.

His pace got faster again, the door shaking underneath your hands and his fist. They'd hear it. Fuck if they didn't hear it until now, which was highly unlikely, they HAD to hear this.

Tears pricked at your eyes, another orgasm building up, this time the burnt was almost aching you.

"Cum..gon..cum.." you mumbled in between moans.

He chuckled, pounding into you again restlessly, chasing his own high again.

You cried out this time your legs giving out, you were thankful for the muscle of a man torturing you with his cock as he caught you. You didn't know if he did so just to pound into you more.

"Ever-y time… you get.. so.. tight" he hissed through gritted teeth.

He cursed again, his dick throbbing inside you. You felt his cum fill you up again if it was even possible.

"Good girl… my bunny.. fuck.."

He slipped out again, picking you up and placing you on the bed as gently as he could in his state. He kneeled in between your legs, wiping a tear off your cheek.

"One more."

You shook your head, this was too much way too much. You never came this much before you couldn't.

"One last one. The high is fading."

You couldn't speak anymore. You wanted to be his good girl. You wanted to take it.

"Nod if you can take it."

And you did. Shit. If you died, this was the best fucking way to die. Fucked into oblivion. He slapped his tip against your sensitive bud making you squirm underneath him. He slowly, agonizing slow, thrust back inside inch by inch. Through the tears you could see his eyes, as he obsessively watched his dick enter your sensitive pussy. He was lost, completely feral, Ghost owning you completely. His eyes flickered to yours.

"You can take it."

It wasn't a question. It was something in between an order and a fact. He was slow this time, his thrusts long and deep, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're mine."

"Mmyours…"

He chuckled.

"Look at you, fucked out, can't even speak."

You moaned, you were too sensitive, it was too much, you couldn't hold back the tears.

"You. Belong. To. Me."

He made sure to punctuate every word with a thrust. He grabbed the dog tags, tangling his fingers in them as wrapped his hand around your neck. He didn't squeeze. He simply rested there. You felt sore, sensitive, your body overwhelmed, your mind mush. All you could hear was his mix or praises and dirty talk as he fucked himself into you again.

"My bunny.. my sweet girl"

You moaned out loud again. Back arching, your own hands wrapping around his wrist.

"You're so full of my cum baby…"

And you remembered. Throughout the haze and the pleasure.

"No… c-..condom.."

He thrust even deeper.

"Shit… fuck, you're right."

You had meant it as a warning, as a revelation to him, but somehow he went nuts.

"Gonna fill you up again…"

You whined. He was too lost to care, fuck, he was so lost that he was letting himself enjoy that fact, without a single thought about the consequences.

You felt the tension build up again, your cheeks burning and tingling as your vision blurred.

"L-lieuten-ant.."

"Shit..love it when you moan my rank.. again."

He made sure to hit that sweet spot inside you to help you moan it out.

"L..fuck.. lieu…tenant!"

He slammed himself deep again. You were so close to breaking again, but you also knew you were too close to the end.

"I… can't! I..pass..out"

He chuckled, his thumb reaching to soothe your lips.

"You scared?"

A bit. If you wanted to be honest. But shit it was thrilling.

"I got you. I'm right here, you can let go." He growled.

And you knew you could. Whatever happened you knew he was there.

"Go on baby… let go, I'm gonna cum with you"

You could feel yourself reaching it, your ears ringing tears falling down your cheeks, Vision blackening as it finally hit. You felt your throat burn, probably from your voice but your ears didn't work. The last thing you felt was his hips bucking into you as he spilled himself deep in you one last time.

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restinslices · 5 months

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okay chat maybe him like getting jealous

Assuming you’re the anon who asked about Spooky

Him this episode >>>>>>>>>>

I've seen posts before about Spooky and people say he'd pull out a gun and start swearing when he's jealous and really show his ass but honestly? I don't think that's accurate

I haven't watched OMB in a hot minute and Netflix is being some hoes rn so forgive me if I'm wrong but wasn't he incredibly patient?

He was patient with Cesar and with Cesar’s friends. I don't recall him ever losing his temper and going insane besides season 4 when he heard people fucking shit up outside

Spooky gives me the silent jealous type. Silent but also petty

Like if you came back to him after talking to a guy he'd say some petty shit like “thought you'd be around him all day”

“That's your man now, right?” “Stop being childish”

You could tell when he's jealous though cause you'd feel him staring at you the whole time

I could also see him clearing his throat loud as hell if you're nearby to both get your attention and introduce him to whoever it is you're talking to

It's gotta be a guy he doesn't know cause realistically what Santo is dumb enough to flirt with you?

I feel like I'm expected to say he'd have this huge outburst but Oscar doesn't give me that vibe. He's pretty patient and I think especially if y'all have been together for an extended amount of time, he'd feel secure enough to know you won't do some foul shit

I feel like someone touching you would cause him to immediately get involved. He'd walk over and physically take their hand off of you while pulling you closer to him or behind him

And let's be real, no one is dumb enough to try shit with him. He's 6’1 and known as the leader of the Santos

But if someone did try him because they're drunk or whatever, I feel that even though he's jealous he'd still put your safety first. His jealousy would go to the back of his mind and he'd try to get you out in case shit gets intense

Another situation he'd step in is if you're visibly uncomfortable. Typically if someone's flirting with you, he knows you can handle it but if you're so obviously uncomfortable then he'd step in and get you away

I feel like if you're dating Oscar your safety would go over everything so while he's still a man and wants to play all big and bad in whoever's face, getting you away is his biggest priority

“Are you jealous?” “Should I be?” “No” then he'd nod or smth

Now let's say you're hanging around a new guy a lot. Would he get jealous? Probably. He's a guy.

This is a different situation ‘cause he's not seeing anything. He can't pull you away. What does he do?

Short answer; nothing. Long answer; he doesn't seem like the type to be so jealous he'd snoop on your phone or follow you because relationships require trust and if you caught him, you'd be upset. I could see him asking questions about the guy and then denying he's jealous ‘cause “I have nothing to be jealous about”

And it's like??? Are you telling me that or telling yourself that?

Over time it'd become obvious he's feeling a certain way. You'd say you're gonna hang out with whoever the guy is and he'd just make a “mmm” sound instead of actually responding

“Something wrong?” “I didn't say anything” “Exactly”. Eventually it'd come out though

And the idea of him flirting with someone else to make you jealous comes up but I don't think that'd happen. He hardly has any relationships besides his gang which means he hardly has any close relationships. He has the kids, who he's like an older brother too (or literally an older brother to) and Mario (and we don't know how much they interact) so I don't see him risking a relationship just to be on petty shit

He'd say smth petty but flirting with someone else just as payback for some shit you can't control? Nah

You could probably calm him down easily just by being near him. Making jokes about him being jealous would help also because it's you acknowledging that you see how he feels without having a sappy ass conversation

I feel like this is so anticlimactic and disappointing but realistically I don't see him flipping his shit. He's 19-25, which could make him a bit immature but 1) he's grown up quickly so I think he can handle his emotions. 2) He has two strikes already. He's not popping his shit and risking life in prison because he was jealous. And 3) he knows you know where home is.

He gets jealous, sure, but all those reasons stacked together makes him act calm, only getting somewhat aggressive if someone is touching you or making you uncomfortable. He’s more petty than anything

Quick story time. So I got away from my abusive dad when I was 13-14, right. I was also obsessed with Spooky. Tell me why my therapist said “I think you love him so much because he’s a strong and scary guy and in your head he’d protect you if your dad came back for you”. The way I almost blocked her-

I’m still seeing her years later😃

#on my block #on my block spooky #On my my block Oscar #omb oscar diaz #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz #oscar diaz headcanon #Still love him years later #he’s not dead #he told me himself

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veryberryjelly · 3 months

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hey girl!!! I think ur still writing for jake from b99 (hopefully) so i was wondering if i could request him with a reader who's on her period and she's working, jake brings her home and comforts her (cause her cramps are rlly bad) <3

jake peralta x fem!reader

cw : reader is described as female, reader has truly bad cramps

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

as a woman, one of the necessities of life was making sure you could function during your period.

if you didn't have a way to cope, it was hard, or almost impossible to do day to day tasks such as going to work.

and you had your emergency kit in your desk drawer. heating pad, tampons, spare underwear, pads and some pills your doctor had prescribed to you when you explained how bad your cramps could get.

and while you would usually replenish your kit a few days before your period started, you hadn't expected the wave of cramps that overtook you as you sat at your desk.

"shit-" you muttered under your breath when you felt the first one.

you were quick to open your drawer and look for the familiar yellow bottle, only to find it empty.

your stomach dropped and another cramp rolled through your abdomen.

you couldn't do much about it now, only put on a heating pad, change your underwear and put on a pad.

so that's exactly what you did. you grabbed your necessary supplies and headed towards the bathroom, making an extra effort to walk straight instead of hunched over.

you felt a pair of eyes on you briefly but just ignored it, knowing your priority at the moment.

when you returned to your desk, heating pad in place over your abdomen, you felt a tiny bit better, but the cramps were still coming fierce and fast.

it must've been the crease in your brow that alerted jake of your discomfort because after a few moments you saw a figure sit down at the side of your desk.

you picked your eyes up to find his familiar brown eyes. a soft smile settled briefly on your lips.

" what's up ?" you questioned, dropping your pen down on your desk quietly as to not aggravate the headache you could feel forming.

" you doing okay ?" he questioned, his voice quiet and comforting.

you should've known jake would notice you acting off. he knew you too well not to notice.

" yeah, i'm fine-" you paused momentarily when you felt a stabbing pain in your lower back. " just cramps "

early on in your relationship jake had found out just how bad your cramps could be. after you had to cancel a date last minute saying you were unwell and he showed up to your apartment with takeout. you had just been honest with him and told him you got really bad cramps.

he wasn't rude or grossed out, he just asked how he could help and you ended the night curled on your couch with his arm draped over your stomach, his palm splayed out under your t-shirt on your abdomen.

since that night he had always been there when you needed him to be.

" v'you taken anything ?" he questioned, his voice still slightly hushed.

" haven't replenished my prescription "

a small hiss came from his lips as he took in the repercussions of you not having the thing that made these few days more bearable for you.

" d'you want me to go and refill it for you ?" his suggestion made your heart melt and you reached your hand over to squeeze his hand lightly.

" it's okay, i can wait a couple hours. can we go by the pharmacy on the way home, though ?" you asked to which he nodded immediately.

he gave your hand a small squeeze, giving you a comforting smile before he departed back to his own desk.

you thought you could wait until the end of the work day, but your cramps only worsened over the next hour.

you couldn't focus on your case reports over the stabbing pain through your body.

" c'mon i'm taking you home "

you lifted your head to find jake stood by your desk, his jacket on and his bag over his shoulder.

" jake, you don't have to do this. i'm fine, and we've both got st-"

" would you just let me do this for you? i talked to holt and he's giving you the afternoon off and i'm taking you home. " the way he said it left almost no room for discussion. he was taking you home and that was the end of it.

you didn't debate with him, just pulled your jacket over your shoulders and picked up your bag.

his hand slipped easily into yours as the two of you walked out of the precinct and down towards the parking lot.

the drive back to your apartment wasn't a long one, it felt a lot better after jake hopped out at the pharmacy and returned to the car with your prescription in his hand along with a bottle of water.

when you arrived home, jake told you to go and shower, change and get settled on the couch while he made some tea.

you were quick to go into your bedroom, grab one of jake's t-shirts and a pair of long pyjama pants and get take them into the bathroom.

your shower was quick but definitely made you feel a bit better. when you stepped out you changed into the clothes you had gotten out and walked out into the living room.

you found jake sat on the couch on his phone, a mug of tea on the coffee table beside a hot water bottle and one of your cosiest blankets on the couch.

nothing was said as you sat down and leant into jake's frame, his arms wrapping around you swiftly. he simply offered you the remote and made minimal comments when you put on a film you both enjoyed.

though as much as you enjoyed it, your head went limp against jake's chest within the first half an hour.

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personasintro · 8 months

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Mutual Help | #45

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

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It felt like a dream at first.

During the night, you'd dream about what happened the entire time just to wake up, glancing at the ceiling of Jungkook's bedroom immersed in darkness and falling asleep right away. As if your mind couldn't believe that it really happened and as soon as you wake up, you'll be hit with the reality.

But somewhere in your drowsy state of waking up, it all hits you twice as much when you pry your eyes open and stretch comfortably until you think; Fuck, I just gave head to Jungkook yesterday.

You can't believe how bold you were last night, without being wasted and you wish you could blame it all on alcohol. You know your own horniness had a lot to do with your decision to blow your best friend out. Living from yesterday's euphoria, you didn't think about it that much during your shower time, you just replayed the memories while smiling to yourself with a tingle between your thighs but you didn't mind. Somehow, giving Jungkook head was the main priority and source of your pleasure.

Freshly out of the shower and in Jungkook's bed, you don't remember him joining you as the sounds of him taking a shower lulled you to sleep. Even when you made it out of the bathroom, he wasn't in his previous spot and you weren't exactly looking for him, too sleepy to bother yourself of what could happen now.

But being completely awake, horniness gone and everything else as well, the walls of Jungkook's bedroom stare mockingly at you. Almost as if they're saying "Hey bitch, welcome back again" and you're reminded of how it felt to be sharing the same bed a couple of months ago when it wasn't all what you were doing here.

Cheeks hot, you drag the duvet over the half of your face – an awful attempt to make yourself invisible because there are more things to be nervous about. For example, Jungkook is nowhere to be found. It's hard to describe what battle you're feeling inside right now. The both of you wanted it, it's simple as that and even in your and his dazed state, Jungkook has assured you you're not his distraction which makes your heart soften even when you think about it right now. You're adults, you surely can talk about it maturely. So, why the fuck are you so nervous of facing him? You wanted it to happen so much, you can't explain how much you wanted something intimate to happen which resulted in your desperate need to blow him in his living room on his couch.

And when you got to that, you were pleased. You remember that feeling of want and need, so you understand your choice and you don't regret it happening. Until you realize if this could possibly make things weird now. Sure, you had sex before but that was because it was something you talked about, it was a deal. Right now, it happened spontaneously and you've let your needs take over.

In Jungkook's perspective, he couldn't believe what happened as well and spent the entire fifteen minutes under the shower replaying the entire night – mostly one specific part of it. But by the time he wanted to address it the same night after his shower, he already found you asleep cuddling to his duvet and he took that as a sign to let things be for now, and let himself relax and sleep.

Jungkook doesn't let you relax though – at least that's what you'd tell yourself if you had the time to properly think about it – because the door of his bedroom opens and there he is. In his full glory, not giving a fuck about your mental health while being shirtless, wearing one of those grey sweatpants he owns and likes to wear. It's a double attack with his tattoos on display and long hair tucked away by a hair tie in a half-bun.

The shadow of the sunrise peeking through his blinds sets on his eight pack that he has worked hard for and if you peeked even closer, you'd finally notice the trail of hair slowly disappearing under the hem of the grey material. And the soft yet very much noticeable bulge thanks to his package is giving you a very nice imagination of what it exactly looks like at the moment. And man, you're swallowing dryly with eyes so wide that it makes you want to pull the duvet on your whole face to cover it because Jeon Jungkook is wearing no underwear and it's pretty obvious.

"Great, you're awake," He has the audacity to sound light and cheerful, as if you weren't having his cock for a late dinner.

You watch him walking towards the dresser in the corner of his room, pulling out one of his t-shirts that he throws over his shoulder and decides to make you suffer for a little bit longer. At least that's what you silently tell yourself, stubbornly staring at his face instead of his holy body.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jungkook looks confused, pinching his brows together as your grip on the duvet tightens. Is he serious?

"You're shirtless, Jeon..." you murmur, frowning back at him as his features relax and a chuckle erupts out of his mouth.

"Let's not get shy now, can we?"

Mouth falling open, there's a pang in the pit of your stomach of excitement and disbelief at the same time. He's so blunt, the little grin on his pinkish lips makes you want to roll your eyes but also grab him and kiss him. And touch him.

And then you notice something different about him. You couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, until you realize it's the new addition to his ink on his biceps, close to his shoulder. "You've got a new tattoo?"

Jungkook follows your line of vision, dropping his eyes to his new tattoo which looks like a flower but he stays unphased. "Oh, yeah," he says as if he just remembered, "Did it a few weeks ago."

"Oh," Your voice muffled, you look at the corner of his room for a moment, not sure what to say but you feel the pressure of his eyes on you, which makes you glance back at him. "It's nice..." you murmur quietly, not even sure if he heard it but he probably has because the corner of his lips lifts up.

He doesn't thank you verbally though, keeping his eyes on you as if he's trying to figure you out but ultimately, he sighs and sits at the corner of the bed where your legs are. "Why are you hiding?"

"What?" you ask, voice still muffled and then you realize what he's talking about. Slowly, looking almost petrified for Jungkook to see your face, you pull off the duvet and give him a crooked smile.

Knowing Jungkook from all these years, you recognize the knowing look he gives you. "I think we should talk," he starts slowly, addressing the elephant in the room. "About yesterday."

"What's there to talk about?" you chuckle awkwardly, mentally giving yourself a good slap on the cheek for even questioning it. Of course, you know there's a lot to talk about. But something about Jungkook, staring at you with those dark and doe eyes makes you want to hide and never come out. At least not with him in a radius of hundreds of meters.

"Come on, let's not do that," Jungkook chuckles lightly, "I think we can both be wise about this."

He's right. You're acting ridiculous and so far, he doesn't seem to be mad about what happened and maybe it's your wishful thinking, but he doesn't look as if he's regretting it either so far. But of course, you wait for him to open his mouth before jumping to conclusions.

Growing even more embarrassed about your behavior, you sigh and slowly sit up, exposing more of yourself by letting go of the duvet completely. "I'm sorry... I just didn't know how you'd react."

"I'm reacting fine," he laughs a little, "It's not like it's the first time we've done something like that."

He means giving him a head. Being intimate.

"It's not..." you murmur unsurely, "But it is the first time that it happened without us talking about it, I mean... without us having a deal. All of those times before, we knew that some things would happen and now..." you trail off, slowly looking away.

"Well, you seemed determined to suck my dick."

Snapping your eyes towards Jungkook, you find him amusingly grinning at you as he jokes. And you want to laugh but you mask it with a little frown. "And you wanted to have your dick sucked, so I guess we're even."

He laughs at that, causing your facade to break and you join, feeling the awkwardness slowly fade away but not just quite completely, it's still there.

"I guess we are," Jungkook smiles, "I don't want things to be awkward between us. We both wanted it and it happened. We know it probably wouldn't happen if we didn't drink yesterday, I don't think none of us would have the balls to make a move."

He is completely right about that.

"We weren't drunk or completely wasted as well," you say which he nods to, agreeing with you. But still, you both have loosened up yesterday and that has prompted you to listen to your body, instead of your brain. "I'm sorry, I should've controlled myself better. I don't know what came over me."

"Hey, why are you apologizing?" Jungkook frowns, asking you softly. "It's not like you came all over me. I wanted it as much as you wanted to. I wasn't sure if it's the wisest decision but at that moment, I didn't care that much."

He did want to tell you something but you cut him off by kissing him. Then he simply kissed you back and no words were exchanged about it later on. That's what he probably wanted to tell you – he wanted to make sure if it's the right decision but one look at each other and all of that was gone.

"Do you care now?" you ask carefully, eyeing his reaction.

"I don't," he admits, "We can pretend that it never happened and move on, if that's what you want."

But something about it makes a bitter taste on your tongue. It is the wisest decision though, just to let things go and forget them. However, you know yourself and you know you won't be able to forget it. Just Jungkook being here, sitting here looking like this makes a mess out of you.

As much as you don't like where this is going, you won't be the one proposing something you'd probably regret later. You're such a mess, you've no idea what to do because every possible possibility has cons.

You wish you could feel more of Jungkook, you've to admit that you're sad at the thought of not being that close to him again. Your hormones are a freaking rollercoaster and he's fucking hot, making things way harder for you. There's attraction between you two and you both happen to be single, which made all of this easier and that's how you ended up in this situation.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks, tilting his head to the side as he catches your eyes.

"Nothing," you answer, but you sound unsure even to yourself. "What do you want, Jungkook? Do you want us to just forget about it?" you ask simply and curiously.

He doesn't understand why you can't just simply answer, why do you always question him before you admit what you're thinking. There are times when you're like an open book to him, but right now it's tough to guess what you're thinking. Something doesn't seem right though.

Little does he know, you're letting him answer first to avoid any embarrassment if you admit that yes, there's a selfish part of you that wants to get that taste of him again. But the wise part of you knows it's not the smartest idea.

"I think," he starts slowly, "tipsy us probably let that happen because it's something we both wanted. It happened and it's either we ignore it, or... I don't know." he admits, failing as he chuckles at his attempt which makes you laugh a little as well.

"What if later on we realize it's not something we can't ignore?" You find the guts to ask, bravely holding the gaze he gives you but he seems a little bit puzzled about what exactly you're thinking. He doesn't want to assume.

"What do you mean?"

"Jungkook, I was ready to get on my knees to suck you off just because I was horny and couldn't stop touching you," you almost exclaim in a chuckle, growing frustrated at yourself and most importantly, what you were capable of last night. "It's like I had no boundaries and--the last thing I want is to ruin things between us and I fear I can't control myself next time."

You're breathing heavily by the end you're done, pursing your lips at Jungkook's big eyes full of surprise. Oh, shit. Did you just completely fuck this up?

"Then don't," he suddenly says, leaving you speechless. "I mean...why don't we just let things happen? We've done it before, under different circumstances yes, but we're both, obviously, attracted to each other and we're single. The only thing I want you to know is that you're not my distraction from what happened and I'd never use you like that. I know I told you last night, but it's really important for me that you know that. Last night surprised me, yes, but I wanted it as much as you did. We have done this before and we're fine--"

Yes, fine it terms that you can't stop thinking about his naked body and he probably ruined any future partners for you, but hey, you get the point. You're still best friends and you both had separate relationships, real relationships that weren't just two best friends with benefits.

"Yes," You cut him off, embarrassingly fast and the sight of Jungkook shutting his mouth makes you want to laugh, but you keep your face straight as you clear your throat. "I mean... yes, you're right about that."

He just nods, scratching his chest a little and you're trying way too hard not to follow the movement. "Why does this feel awkward?" he chuckles, causing you to snort.

"I don't know... maybe because we're circling around the topic of us hooking up."

"Yeah," he laughs, "But you're way more important to me than sex... I can keep it in my pants."

Yes, but you probably can't.

"I'm actually more worried about me than you." you joke, but there's a lot of truth to your words and with or without Jungkook knowing, you get a proper laugh out of him as his nose scrunches cutely.

"I think we should just go with the flow, you know?" Jungkook proposes, "Just to know we both are okay with this should be enough for now, and let's just wait and see what happens."

You nod, even though you take a moment to take in what he has just said to you. "Yeah," you breathe out, "You're right."

Basically, he just told you if you ever have the need to suck his dick again, you can. Mentally laughing to yourself, you steal a glance at Jungkook who looks as spaced out as you and you take that opportunity to look down his chest, almost salivating right away and you've to remind yourself that you're supposed to go with the flow. Not wanting to repeat yesterday just at the first sight of his naked chest. Unfortunately for you, Jungkook looks at you at the exact moment you try to pry your eyes off him, noticing the way you were just checking him out which makes him let out a breathy chuckle.

"What?" you ask too quickly, eyes snapping back to his face, failing miserably at trying to act as if he hasn't just caught you.

Biting his lips, he tries to hide the grin that stretches on his lips anyway as his eyes shiver with something amused and mischievous. "...nothing."

"Okay."

"Let me kiss you."

He wants what? Your eyes bulging out, you stare at Jungkook in shock as the two of you talk at the same time and his request completely takes you by surprise.

"Kiss me?" you ask dumbfoundedly, but Jungkook just nods firmly as if he's hundred percent sure of his straight-forward (and shocking) request. "You just said we should wait and see."

Most importantly, why would he want to just kiss you? Right now? You just woke up, knowing you look like a piece of shit.

"I also said we should go with the flow," he points out, grinning, "And you've been checking me out ever since I came here,"

You scoff at that immediately, embarrassed inside how easily he noticed that but you don't say anything else.

"Besides," he starts, voice turning slightly more serious which catches your attention. "We're both sober now..."

Oh, so he wants to try and kiss you sober? Is he having cold feet already? That settles an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach and you already hate it. You're overthinking everything once again but there's also a pang of excitement shooting right where the discomfort occurred first, because Jungkook wants to kiss you. Even if you're looking like the mentioned piece of shit – your hair isn't brushed and your eyes must be swollen, you haven't even had your first trip to the bathroom where you could make yourself look more presentable--

"I haven't brushed my teeth," you blurt out, making Jungkook snort and laugh at the same time, although you just stare at him with furrowed brows. "What? I'm not kissing you without me brushing my teeth."

You're completely ruining this, you're aware of that and even though there's not a bad taste in your mouth, you wouldn't be able to live it down if you kissed him with a bad breath. Especially if it's just the beginning of something, something as you both hooking up again.

Jungkook rolls his eyes which makes you mimic his actions because it's easy for him to say. He's probably been awake for hours now, looks cleaned up and definitely has his morning routine done meanwhile you...

He stands up, walking towards something that lays on his floor which you notice is his camera bag once he lifts up. Rummaging through there for a while, he pulls out something you see when he sits back down on his previous spot and hands you--

"Mint dragees? Seriously?"

"Come on," he orders, motioning his head towards your hands to urge you and take one as you roll your eyes, but still doing what he wants. What, you're not passing out on the chance of kissing him. Besides, you're also curious if things happened because you were sexually frustrated and tipsy.

"Done?" he asks as you swallow the final piece after a few seconds of chewing, the sweet yet minty flavor present on your tongue.

It's better than nothing but still, seeing Jungkook sitting here looking like this and in a close presence, you grow nervous all of a sudden, especially with his eyes on you. And when he scoots closer to you, you stare at him as a deer caught in headlights.

"What? You don't want to kiss me?" Jungkook teases, lifting his hand to poke you in your left cheek as you can't bring yourself to scold him, but just stare at him and most importantly his lips. "Are you shy?"

You scoff, wanting to nudge him in the shoulder but the exposure of his skin is already enough and you're too much of a coward to touch him, only because you can't guarantee what you would do next.

"I am not!" you exclaim, denying the obvious. "You're the one who wants to kiss me! How am I supposed to react?"

Jungkook is the one who scoffs this time, but it's very short-lived because his lips turn into a smirk. "You gave me a head yesterday and now you're all shy about a kiss?"

He's teasing you, making fun of you and when he sees your scandalized expression that turns into annoyance just makes him laugh even more.

"That was different..." you murmur.

He knows. You had courage thanks to the alcohol, horniness and sexual frustration as well.

"Keep it up and I might think you're in love with me." he jokes, wiggling his brows as you snort loudly and scrunch your nose.

"As if!" Scrunching your lips into a frown. "You're the one who wants to kiss me." you grumble childishly.

"I want to do more than that but first," Your mouth opens in another surprise, breath hitching and heart picking up its face, you feel your skin getting hot and flustered all over again. "You have to allow me to at least kiss you."

"More than that?" you ask quietly, voice breathy as if you just ran a mile and it's so embarrassing but you can't help yourself but ask as Jungkook bites into his lower lip and gives you a curt nod.

You stay glued to your spot, toes already curling but you don't let yourself take a first step as you patiently wait for Jungkook who seems to stare at you with a very specific dark, yet soft sparkle in his eyes.

"Yeah," he breathes out, inching his face closer to you to the point his scent gets closer and you've to remind yourself not to get all hot over the scent of his aftershave. It is one of your main weaknesses and it's the worst around Jungkook because he always smells incredible. There's something about his specific scent that makes you go wild and you realize how easily you've picked on it ever since you met.

Jungkook brushes some of the messy strands of your hair off your face, fingers brushing against your cheek before he cups your jaw, long fingers holding the back of your neck as he abruptly pushes you closer to him. You almost bump with your noses and you let out a surprised squeal, snorting at yourself right after which makes Jungkook grin.

He's surely taking his time for a simple kiss, you think but Jungkook proves you wrong once again because one second he gives you a glance and the next he presses his lips onto yours. Your brows shoot up for a second but your whole body relaxes at the tenderness of his mouth on yours. You've no idea what Jungkook had in mind when he asked to kiss you, but he's definitely not aiming for a single peck and doesn't waste time over something that wouldn't make sense, because he starts moving his lips right away. You join him, letting him lead the kiss but putting just as much effort into it as he does and you hold yourself back from moaning when you feel the first traces of his tongue.

Allowing him the access, your tongues touch for the first time this morning and even if it hasn't been that long since the last time you made out, it feels exactly like that. Jungkook is intoxicating, ruining you for others but as long as you get to enjoy him for a while, it's none of your problems at the moment.

The hold on your jaw gets stronger but not enough to hurt, quite the opposite because you feel another wave of heat washing over you, the underwear clinging to your heat. Luckily, your lower body is safely hidden under the duvet from Jungkook's eyes.

The kisses turn sloppy and you both have to pull away to catch some breath because once again, Jungkook manages to knock the breath out of you and you find yourself gasping because Jungkook doesn't rest, kissing your jaw and down your neck. Automatically, you give him more access by tilting your head to the side, biting onto your lower lip while you finally allow yourself to touch him too.

Your fingers naturally find their way to Jungkook's hair, the one that isn't tied in a bun by his hair tie, and you press your neck even closer to his mouth while Jungkook leaves open-mouthed and wet kisses. Thanks to his shirt that you're wearing, there isn't much skin and place to kiss you as he's met with the hem of your shirt, so he makes his way up again until he's kissing you on your mouth all over again.

Gasping, just as your body naturally moves, Jungkook impatiently tugs the duvet off you and with hands on your hips, he urges you to sit on his lap. You do and what a fucking mistake that is. You should've thought of you wearing only panties that you wore to the club yesterday, the lacy ones which are doing a poor job at covering your lower lips at the moment. You always wear them when you're going out, not in case you'd hook up with someone and want to be sexy for them. Not at all. You wear them to make yourself feel more sexy, even if it's not the comfiest underwear.

The quick movement of you getting onto Jungkook's lap caused the underwear to shift, but even that is the least of your problems because there's another thing you forgot about. And your earlier notice of Jungkook's crotch area is proved right because this man is wearing no underwear. There's no way he is because you can feel his cock perfectly, settled right between your legs as you sit on top of it.

"Ah, fuck," you manage to whisper between the kisses.

Jungkook's hands disappear under your shirt, big hands touching your back and meeting your hot skin. You're so into this, into him, that you're not thinking straight and you let your body do its own thing. Somewhere in the back of your head you know you're just listening to it, your body and what it wants, but when you grind against Jungkook's crotch it comes out as a surprise to you as well.

You're done for, you should've known that ever since Jungkook asked to kiss you. No. Ever since he walked through that door shirtless, showing off his buffed out chest that is brushing against your front right now. Nipples perked up, there's no chance that Jungkook isn't feeling them even though he's busy with his mouth and hands. You feel your heat pulsating with need, walls clenching around nothing that makes you frustrated but the solution is easy when you grind for that friction of Jungkook's hardening length again.

He grunts in response, mouth on your neck as he gently bites into it which makes you shamelessly moan and grip his hair tighter. The simple action of his gentle bite, your hips start to move without stopping, grinding against him as you cup his face to take a look at his face. His eyes are hooded, looking partly fucked out while your breaths mingle together and this time you're the one who leans down to connect your lips in another heated kiss.

Jungkook bites onto your lower lip, hands sliding down your ass as he cups it and squeezes the flesh. "Fuck, Kook," you whimper, feeling his cock growing rapidly as it hardens even more.

You can clearly make out its shape and just the thought of it makes you clench around nothing, wishing it was Jungkook's cock instead. But you're patient, completely fine just with what is happening right now. Burning up, you pull away slightly which makes Jungkook's brows pinch together in confusion which you notice, until you take off his shirt you're wearing.

Shamelessly, Jungkook ranks up your exposed chest with hungry eyes, meanwhile you throw the fabric to the side, wrapping your arms around his neck again. Your perky breasts on full display, you see Jungkook licking his bottom lip and you straighten yourself, wanting to nudge him so you can continue where you left off. The erected nipples brush against his chest for a few seconds before he holds you by your hips, pushing his weight onto you until you're easily flipped onto your back.

Jungkook hovers over you, smirking down at you as you stare at him with wide yet lustful eyes, fully spread for him just in your panties.

"Don't just stare, do something." you breathe out, urging Jungkook to make a move which he does gladly, but not before ogling you for another second before he settles between your legs.

Leaning down, he starts peppering rushed kisses down your neck, kissing places he hasn't done and were covered by his shirt that is long forgotten, thrown somewhere on the other side of his big bed. He kisses the top of your breasts, between the valley as you arch your back for him, shivering underneath his sinful mouth. The sound of his mouth and kisses he's showering you with makes you let out a breathy moan, hands on his firm back.

The first contact he makes with your nipples makes you moan out his name, mouth enveloping your nipple as he sucks on it, letting his teeth graze over the sensitive bud here and there. He plays with you, smirking whenever you whimper but he takes his time, doing the same thing with your other nipple. When he's satisfied, he pulls away slightly to stare down at your sensitive nipples and saliva coating them. His eyes trail down your body, from your breasts down to your stomach until it stops at the only article of clothing you're wearing.

He hovers over you, one hand holding himself up so he wouldn't crash you, his nose touches your cheek as he places a soft kiss on your jaw. Too distracted, he sneakily places his hand between your thighs and when he cups you through the fabric, you flinch a little.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Jungkook breathes out against your jaw, fingers rubbing you which earns another breathy moan from you and this time you screw your eyes shut, biting harshly into your lower lip.

"More," you demand, or plead with him, sounding so desperate and rushed as the tip of his fingers rub the thin fabric.

"Forgot how needy you are," Jungkook comments cheekily, smiling against your jaw when his fingers push it aside. Fuck, you really are wet. The whole panties are drenched up in your wetness, fingers easily gliding up and down your lower lips as you moan, arching your back from the mattress.

"Shut up," you scold him breathlessly, head tilted back and Jungkook wishes he could pay more attention to your neck, and how much it's calling him to suck on the skin there. His attention is called elsewhere, eyes looking down between your thighs as he catches the slightest glimpse of your pussy with his fingers on it.

You're so wet they glide easily, almost sliding right in but Jungkook makes sure he makes you feel good without doing that, going to your clit where he circles his fingers around it. Nails digging into his back, you whine for more. You're a complete mess.

He teases your opening with his fingers and just when you think he's about to enter you with those long fingers of his, he actually pulls them away and you feel as if someone just gave you the biggest slap. It wasn't Jungkook's intention though, because he tugs your panties down your legs to get you rid of them as he exposes you fully.

Grabbing your thighs he pulls you closer to him, causing you to gasp as you giggle when Jungkook hovers over you, grinning teasingly but it barely lasts a second because he's already going between your thighs. Your eyes widen when you look down, realizing what he's about to do but at the same time he spreads your legs. And he stares. Stares at the wetness glistening while taking a proper look at your pussy, something he hasn't seen for a while and never thought he'd have an opportunity to see again. It has never crossed his mind that you two would be able to find yourselves in this situation again. Just a few days ago, his mind was elsewhere.

Making himself comfortable as he lays onto his stomach, hooking his arms under your thighs as he keeps you spread out for him.

"Hello again, beautiful," he muses with a smirk, hungrily staring at your pussy as you snort at the fact he just greeted it so casually and even called it beautiful. Not going to lie, you act as if you find it ridiculous but you feel a wave of pleasure shooting right through you because it doesn't matter what part of you Jungkook calls beautiful.

And he doesn't let you have that reaction, his plan is probably to ruin you because he squeezes your thighs and bites into the right one as he dives right in. Not prepared for the quickness, Jungkook licks a long and hard stripe up to your clit. He wraps his mouth around it and starts sucking it, leaving your legs shaking as a set of curses tumble out of you. One hand gripping the sheet and the other his hair, you grind yourself into him wanting to feel more of his mouth.

Jungkook is quick, none of this is slow and tender, he's hungry and barely lets you time to realize what he's doing before he's moving onto another thing. He licks your wetness, makes out with your pussy as if he's been starving all this time and gives a proper attention to your clit. The combination of those three makes your head spin, the wet noises adding even more pleasure to your body until you feel your stomach clench with the known knot. Jungkook feels you clenching around nothing, feeling your pussy move under his tongue as he starts flickering your clit with it.

That's your final point, Jungkook's mouth only (and his great skills at oral sex) bring you to your edge, the one you haven't felt in so long and fuck, does it feel unbelievable. Jungkook's name is on the tip of your tongue as you orgasm with a final moan, body freezing for a second until you let go. Jungkook slows down but still sucks onto your clit, prolonging your orgasm for as long as he can as he makes sure to taste all of your arousal and cum.

Your hands relax, one of them leaving Jungkook's hair alone as you let them fall beside your body while Jungkook gives a final lick to your pussy as he pulls away. Hooded eyes and hot body, you force yourself to look at Jungkook who stares at you just the same, chin completely soaked up in your arousal and cum. The right corner of his lips curve into a smirk, eyes not leaving you as he reaches for the abandoned shirt you threw away and wipes his chin with it.

The sight is arousing itself and if you had enough time to breathe through your just ended orgasm, you could easily go for another round. You thought what a great job you did at the blowjob you gave to Jungkook but the truth is, he topped that the moment he put those lips on you.

Clearing your throat, you feel the urge to speak up. "Didn't you want to just kiss me?" you ask breathlessly, a hint of amusement and teasing in your voice as Jungkook smirks, slowly backs away until he stands up.

"I didn't specify where."

Oh, fuck.

Noticing the wet stain on his sweatpants and the evident hardness, you wonder if it's from you or his own arousal. Probably both. You slowly sit up, closing your legs sheepishly which Jungkook notices but just smirks knowingly at you. You're too scared to get up, knowing you probably stained his sheets because all you can feel is wet and it's starting to get uncomfortable.

Surprised that Jungkook turns around and reaches for his shirt, you want him pulling the white fabric over his head as he covers his chest and it causes you to unknowingly pout. "Where are you going?" you ask, not hiding the surprise and disappointment.

Jungkook turns around to look at you, chuckling at your naked and cute form. What a sight you are.

"To make you breakfast." he answers simply, leaving you to stare at him dumbfoundedly.

Breakfast? Isn't he hard? You thought--

"Why?"

"Because otherwise I'd fuck you."

Your breath hitches again and you shift on your spot, almost cringing at the wetness between your thighs. "What's wrong about that?" You find yourself asking, voice light and innocent.

"One step at a time."

Giving you a mischievous smile, that's the last thing you see before he walks out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him to give you some privacy while you stare at the wood for a full minute.

You can't believe he just walked out, voluntarily giving himself the blue balls as if you weren't here, ready to please him. The slight coldness shakes you out of your daze, shaky legs bringing you to Jungkook's closet to put yet another clean shirt on, along with something to cover your legs.

The short journey to the bathroom is interesting, challenging even and once again reminding you of something that has happened before. It takes all of your power to think about something else for the rest of your shower time.

And just like you said yesterday – Jeon Jungkook is dangerous.

Interesting and peculiar is what you and Jungkook are.

Casually eating breakfast together while chatting about whatever comes to your or his mind. And you like that. There is no overthinking or weirdness lingering between you two and you're thankful that even your slightly selfish decision of hooking up with your best friend again, hasn't affected your normal behavior and relationship.

Jungkook has agreed to check the new car with you next week, assuring you that he'll take you there so you can get rid of "the old crap" as he named your current car. You've done your research about cars, at least whatever you can realistically afford, so it's not like you've no idea about anything. However, Jungkook is better with cars and you could use his help and opinion.

"...what about your apartment though?" Jungkook asks, mouth partly full with cereal as you automatically sigh at the topic.

You definitely have to deal with the apartment thing and it's not like you haven't. You've been thinking about it and trying to find the solution, but it seems as though whoever is up there has other plans for you because there are no affordable apartments for rent available.

"What about it?" you murmur, ignoring Jungkook's amused chuckle before it dies down and his features turn serious once again causing you to let out a sigh as you shrug. "I'm still looking for something available here but nothing so far... I don't think I'll find something in time anyway, time which I don't have a lot of. There's the whole moving process and I should start packing my things already." you explain, reaching for your cup as you take a sip of your mint tea.

"Move in with me," Jungkook proposes, staring at you with doe eyes as you start choking with the tea, coughing furiously as you try to set it down before spilling it. "What?"

Clearing your throat, you stare at Jungkook with raised brows until you see how serious he is about this. "What? One blowjob and me letting you eat me out, and you're already asking me to move in with you?" you joke, laughing at the idea as Jungkook's brows scrunch into a frown, obviously not finding the joke funny. Especially when he is serious about this, determined to help you in any way he can.

You surely don't want to leave and start living somewhere else, you'd still be in Seoul but on the other side of it as well.

"I'm serious," he tells you, shutting you up as your laugh dies down. "Why would you move to another district when your job is here? You're also used to living here and ultimately, the decision is up to you and this is just a proposal... but I do think the whole moving thing so far away is just a huge hassle."

It is a huge hassle. It's the fucking pain in the ass.

Jungkook's proposal sounds interesting, not because this way you'd spend even more time with him and before you can let your mind run free, you remind yourself that he's also Jungkook who's willing to help no matter what. He's doing too much and you can't be that selfish to take him on that offer. You should solve this on your own, as much as the voice in your mind tells you to stop being stubborn and let him help you.

It would make things easier. You wouldn't have to deal with your job and possible transfer to another company, you're not sure if that's even possible and maybe you'd have to search for another job as well. It's already making you stress about it.

Everything you know, everything you've grown so comfortable ever since you live here is right here. You wouldn't want to move if the circumstances weren't so fucked up. Sure, maybe move to a bigger and better apartment, maybe one of your own sometime in the future. But financially and realistically it's just not possible at the moment.

"Don't be ridiculous, Kook, I can't live here." you try to tell yourself, despite your words aimed at Jungkook as well.

"Why not? Just until something else will be available, you're no bother to me."

"It's not about bother, Kook," you sigh, "Well, not only. I also have furniture, I need to put it somewhere and I have a lot of stuff. I can't just move in here and expect you to make some space for me."

Jungkook's apartment is the biggest out of four of you. Two bedrooms, spacious bathroom with a bathtub and a proper kitchen with a living room – pretty rare for an apartment in Seoul.

You know you're just looking for excuses, knowing some of the furniture you'll have to sell anyway because even if you moved to another apartment, moving furniture is a different kind of hassle.

"Why though? I have enough space here!" he reasons, already seeing you shaking your head.

"No, you don't," you tell him. Well, it's debatable whether he has enough space or not. "Where would I even sleep?"

Trying to reason this time, you shut your mouth knowing that that's the least of the worries. You know you've shared bed more times than you can count, but still. You can't live here and sleep in the same bed, no matter what you discussed today or what your friendship looks like. It's different to crash here and have a sleepover, than fully living here. It's official. It's too real and--

"Oh come on," Jungkook rolls his eyes, "You could use my bedroom, I'll take the couch. And I could put your bed in my office, I just have to make a little room for it there but I have the space, Y/N."

Jungkook uses the second bedroom, which is the smaller room than his, as his office where he edits the photos behind the desk on his computer. In other terms, it's actually a storage room as well where Jungkook keeps some of his stuff he didn't know where to put. It's all clean though, everything pretty much having its own place except for a few random items.

"I don't know, Kook..."

"Look, you've got the final word and it's totally up to you. I'm not gonna force you, I wanna help and I think this might be the easiest option. Jimin told me he offered you his place too, you can crash there if--"

"You know it's not about that," you shake your head, cutting him off. Whether it's Jungkook, Jimin or Taehyung, you'd hate for them to have to take care of you, no matter how much you know they just want to help.

"Jimin's place is small but he's more than open to help too, I'm sure Taehyung would help you too but with his lifestyle, I'm not sure if that's the best option for you." Jungkook laughs and you join, knowing he's right.

You're not sure if you want to witness Taehyung's hook-ups and everything that comes with it. Taehyung has no boundaries, he wouldn't care whether you hear or see something.

"Yeah, that's out of picture," you agree, giggling. "Thanks, Kook... I'll think about it, okay?"

Looking at him, you offer him a soft and appreciative smile which he returns but there's a little bit of doubtness in his features, or maybe it's a worry that you'll be too proud to use the help they offer. Honestly, you just need to sit down and properly think about it, without Jungkook's soft and big eyes. Thanks to them, you'd run and let him help you right away and you need a cold head for this.

"Sure," he nods, "It's just a temporary fix but I think it's better than moving across Seoul, while having to deal with unnecessary shit,"

Deep down, you agree with that and maybe if you had more time, things would be different. But the time is slowly ticking and you know you'll have to make the decision as soon as possible.

"I'll get dressed up and drive you home, give me a sec." Jungkook says as he stands up, leaving you to your thoughts alone.

Looking around, you try to picture yourself living here for the time being and suddenly, it doesn't seem all bad. Especially with Jungkook coming back with a soft smile, brushing past you as you clean the dishes while he scolds you for not using the dishwasher instead.

"Girl, you're glowing!"

Hugging Maya's form, you sheepishly grin into her shoulder. That is not what you've expected her to say as soon as she spots you walking up to her. "Hi, Maya."

"Seriously, what's your secret?" she asks when she pulls away, eyeing your whole form as you chuckle shyly and quickly sit down. "Or rather who?" she muses with pursed lips, laughing at the way your eyes widen and you quickly shake your head.

"What? No one!" you laugh, shaking your hands to prove your point.

"Oh come on, Joon told me you and the guys went clubbing on Friday. The last time I saw you you didn't glow like this!"

It still takes time to fully get used to Maya's straightforwardness and here you thought you're straightforward. Well, you are but Maya is a different kind and the fact she exposes you like this the second time you get to hang out with her alone, is beyond you. It's not that you don't like it, you're happy you get along without guys around you and it feels nice to have a female friend in this circle.

"You're just seeing things, Maya," you tell her, chuckling while you're trying to calm down your heart, peering at your lap instead. "It's not like that."

"Someone's got laid but you haven't heard that from me," she sings out quietly, leaning towards you for a moment before she pulls back and cackles at the shocked expression you can't hide, realizing you've just totally exposed yourself on your own. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tease you." she apologizes, silently giggling at the way you try to compose yourself, straightening while scratching the back of your head.

Even despite her usual cheerful persona, there's something particular and different about her and maybe it's the fact you haven't seen her for a month, since you last saw her when you hung out together alone for the first time. You went shopping, talked the whole time which felt very nice before you rushed to Jungkook's apartment to bring him some take-away and told him all about you and Maya hanging out.

She's the one to talk, she seems awfully happy and you notice the way she sneaks her glance at you which makes you question her behavior even more. "Are you sure you're not the one glowing?" you tease her this time, grinning at her.

And she doesn't deny it, suddenly giggling as she covers her mouth and then you see it. Your mouth falls open and eyes bulge out of their sockets, while tears well up in her eyes.

"Maya!" you exclaim, covering your own mouth as she starts giggling through her tears.

"Joon proposed!"

"Oh my fucking god!" you exclaim, squealing as she shows you the ring and you ignore the few stares you get from random customers. "Congratulations! Oh my god, how did it happen? We need to celebrate!"

"We went on a trip over the weekend last week, we stayed in the mountains for three nights and he had this beautiful set up where we just sat by the fire, before I realized he was on his knees and shit, I'm getting emotional again!" she complains, wiping off her tears as you pout through your grin, genuinely happy for them. "I wanted to tell you in person, we kept it a secret and now we're just telling our close friends and family."

"I'm so happy for you guys!" you tell her.

"Thank you so much," she says sweetly, beaming at the ring for the last time before she takes a deep breath and looks at you with raised brow. "We definitely have to celebrate it. How about next week? Oh my god, you know what I had in mind?"

As the waitress approaches you, Maya is already in the middle of planning the celebration and you barely keep up, laughing and nodding eagerly to whatever she has planned.

Wednesday drags slowly even with the bunch of work you got on your plate and the numerous calls you had to make today, to the point it feels as if your head is about to burst and suddenly, being all alone at home with a possible bottle of wine sounds nice. And you're not the type to usually go for a wine.

Peering into the offices, exhausted but still cautious, you bid goodbye to the few of your co-workers that look just as exhausted like you probably do, rushing to your desk to grab your belongings and head out. Jungkook is supposed to pick you up today, help you with the car and he's most likely outside or on his way here.

It reminds you that you haven't seen him since he drove you home, both swallowed with adult things and work that needs to be done. Message here and there, Jungkook hasn't left your mind though. His proposal to be exact. The lonely nights and staring into the screen of your television remind you every day of the lack of time you have and you know, eventually you'll have to make a decision.

So you've spent those evenings and nights thinking about all of this, weighing all the pros and cons with the little bit of help from Jimin who had sent you a message, asking you about how the living is going and whether you know what to do. You've told him about Jungkook's proposal and how unsure that makes you feel, leaving out the fact you've managed to pleasure each other before his proposal even came up in your conversation.

"I think you should do it, Jungkook wants to help and I don't see anything wrong with you living together for some time. You can crash at my place, the offer still stands. Let us help you." His text said as it still lays in your phone.

Jimin's apartment is smaller than Jungkook's and you'd definitely be a bigger bother. It's not very convenient and even though most of your furniture you'll have to leave behind, you've enough clothes as it is that takes most of your space. Even the thought of bringing all of that to Jungkook's place seems like a problem, not mentioning Jimin's smaller one.

Distracted by the hurry of grabbing your belongings, you don't hear the set of footsteps as you drop the notebook where you keep reminders of what has to be done the next day. Growing more annoyed at your clumsiness, thanks to your half-empty stomach that would appreciate a nice dinner but you know you need to deal with the car first. You're not going to mention your hunger to Jungkook though. Knowing him, he'll drag you to the nearest fast food restaurant and you can't afford to waste time, especially since you've made an appointment in a retail car salon. They're closing in an hour and a half, the ride there takes around half an hour already and there's no telling what traffic is outside. Hour in total to look in person and pick your new car.

Just as you're about to bend down to pick up your notebook, a rush of steps is heard and you're met with shiny black dress boots, along with a vibrant voice. "Let me get that for you."

Hand reaching for your item, it's soon handed to you accompanied with sweet almond shaped eyes and a bright smile. So kind that you feel bad for mentally sighing at the sight of your new co-worker, Benjamin, that doesn't hide his sympathy towards you from day one. Behind him, you spot Yoongi not hiding his own amusement as if he could read your mind, trying to act as if he's minding his own business while grabbing things off his desk.

If Benjamin wasn't staring at you as if he's scared he's going to miss something, you'd gladly flip him off for enjoying this. Benjamin is sweet, willing to help but he's also willing to do anything to earn your attention and you don't have the time for this kind of thing. Besides, he's not your type at all but that doesn't mean he's not handsome by no means. So far he seems like a good guy but the constant shadow of him looming around you is starting to bother you. You're not rude enough to tell him to fuck off, even though you've in your mind several times but that only makes you feel more bad for him.

"Thanks," you thank him, forcing a smile out of yourself as you toss the notebook into your bag.

"No worries," he assures you, smiling even more widely and you bid him a goodbye, not hiding the fact you're rushing out of this place as you use the excuse of having to be somewhere.

On your way out, you catch Yoongi's hidden grin which you roll your eyes at, making sure he sees the look of annoyance only he can bring out of you. Getting out of the building along with other people leaving work, you notice Jungkook's shiny car under the streetlights that is hard to miss. He gets out of the car, not noticing you just yet as you are walking down the stairs and when he looks up, your eyes meet in the distance and you can't help the grin that makes its way on your lips.

You're fucked, you think through the grin as you spot Jungkook wearing black jeans with his favorite black leather jacket. Catching a few stares from the women audience, you wonder if he's aware of it as he leans against the car and puts his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. Taking a deep breath while still in a safe distance, you walk up to him.

"Are you showing yourself off to the women audience?" you muse teasingly, throwing a glance to the two women who stare at him in a distance while getting to their car.

Jungkook follows your vision while cocking his brow, tongue poking his cheek as he looks back at you. "Jealous?"

Are you? It's a simple observation that isn't so surprising at all. It's not the first time you're experiencing this.

"Yes, of you," you grin, "I want all the attention." you joke, pursing your lips as Jungkook chuckles.

"You've got all mine," he comments, coming right at you as your heart squeezes with excitement, especially as he eyes you down, noticing the elegant outfit you chose for today. Nothing too much though, just a dark blue blazer with gold cuffs and your usual dark work pants.

"Shut up," you mutter, laughing with him as you take a proper look at him, breath hitching when you finally notice something that hasn't been seen under the streetlights, not until now. "What is that?" you ask, automatically grabbing Jungkook's cheeks with your hand.

Lips pursed thanks to his cheeks being squished by your hand, you angle his head to the side gawking at the silver jewelry that now decorates his brow. First tattoos and now a freaking piercing? Jungkook grabs your wrist and gently pushes your hand off his face as you stare at him with an open mouth.

"Is this some kind of post break-up phase that you're going through?" you ask, brows scrunching suspiciously as Jungkook looks almost offended that you'd think that.

"No," he denies, "I wanted to do this for a while, I just finally got myself to do it."

He has? Well, Jungkook doesn't tell you everything but he has never mentioned such piercings. You know he fancies the one on his ears but a brow? Can't say he doesn't look good, he looks more than good. So good and hot you want to drag him to his car and--

"You don't like it?" he asks, feigning a pout as you chuckle, smirking when you decide to tease him a little bit.

"Does it matter if I don't?"

Jungkook chuckles, catching onto the mischief that's clouding your face, the one he recognizes very well from years of knowing you and your ways of teasing and trying to get on his nerves. It's all playful though, adding to the tension and temptation that sets fire inside the pit of your stomach.

"It does if it lowers down my chances of getting laid."

You know he's joking, you see it in his eyes and you know long enough that he's never caught off guard from your comments, always one step ahead of you. But you don't mind that and it's definitely because it makes you all hot all over again.

Jungkook's eyes crinkle at the ends when you laugh, slapping his chest as you both laugh silently to yourselves, completely aware of the different attention you're getting.

"Who is he?" Benjamin asks, seeing you throwing your head back while noticing a tall man next to you. "Is he her boyfriend?"

Yoongi wants to snort, somehow finding it all even more assuming, when Benjamin's eyebrows are frowned in thought at the sight of you and Jungkook. He could easily save you, lie for you so you wouldn't have to deal with Benjamin's heart eyes and undivided attention he's giving you all day. But would you want that? Yoongi knows you're annoyed and trying to be polite enough to not turn him down when he hasn't even said or done anything bad yet. But what's fun about that? Yoongi enjoys seeing you squirming in your spot and trying to push a smile on your face whenever Benjamin is around, trying to engage you in conversations when all you're trying to do is to work and not biting off his head.

"Hm, I don't think so," Yoongi hums, "He's just her friend as far as I know." God, you'd kill him if you just heard him. He's evil, he's aware of that but if this has to be the only source of his amusement in work, he's all for it. And the fact you're there laughing, completely unaware of this conversation makes it even more funny.

As Jungkook is ready to urge you to get into the car, he notices two people at the top of the stairs and at first, he doesn't think too much about it but then he notices Yoongi, recognizing him as the annoying co-worker as you always call him. He's ready to ignore him but as he glances at the other person, he's met with a guy that strangely looks at him. Surely, it's no mistake because the man's eyes are staring right at Jungkook which makes him question the sudden stare down.

"Who is that?" Jungkook asks, frowning as you glance over your shoulder to find Yoongi who's not staring at you and mumbling something before he starts walking away from Benjamin, whose eyes are set on Jungkook.

"Oh, my new co-worker..." you answer.

"Why is he staring at me like that?" Jungkook asks, confused as you grin at him and pat his chest.

"You're not the only one with all the attention, Jeon," you joke, patting his shoulder as you walk around the car leaving Jungkook speechless, cackling devilishly when he yells at you exactly 'what does it mean?' but you're shutting the door, ignoring him for a few minutes until he drops it with a huff.

You're left speechless. And it's all thanks to Jungkook.

Having to talk and get any information about buying a new car for you has seemed as the easiest thing for Jungkook. He's asking the salesman questions you couldn't even think of, and you've thought you've prepared yourself well enough to get the most important information out of him.

Somehow, you find yourself standing next to Jungkook and letting him handle it, although your ego is trying to tell you to handle this by yourself. You know it's not his intention to make you feel as if you don't understand this or belittle you in the slightest way possible, he's trying to help and get you a good car for your own safety. And you can't even think about your ego or pride, not when you're silently gawking at Jungkook as he holds a stable and intellectual conversation with the salesman, with you salivating thinking...

He is so fucking hot.

And you're crazy. He is doing a bare minimum and you're trying not to salivate at Jungkook sitting in a car, in a driver's seat with an open door while his leg is slouched and arm resting against it. The jeans hug his thighs tightly, just like it always does in those particular jeans and with his leather jacket, he looks straight from the movie. You get hot, feeling the need to fan yourself even though the evening is already chilly enough for you to feel cold. But one look at him and you're--

"What are you saying?"

Silence.

Jungkook turns to you, brows furrowed in confusion as he glances at you, wondering about your lack of response as you blink a few times, chuckling awkwardly. Straightening yourself, you glance at the salesman that luckily doesn't look at you as if you were dumb, just kindly staring at the both of you – tries his best chance to sell the car for sure.

"Yeah, it looks great!" you exclaim too excitedly, causing Jungkook to give you a weird look as he chuckles.

You've spent hours checking this car out, praying nobody is going to snatch it before you can get to it and take a look, buy it if you like it so much. To be completely fair, you did listen to what they talked about – you just managed to salivate at your best friend at the same time. You call it multitasking.

Hyundai i20, in a great state. Has everything important and most importantly, a few things your old car doesn't have. A/C, bluetooth, backup camera, blind spot monitoring, navigation system and even remote start. It's a little bit pricey but the amount of shifts in the club and your saved up money from your main job makes it realistic to afford this. Jungkook definitely approves, you can see it in his eyes and he would love for you to take this car, but the final decision is up to you.

Clueless Jungkook looks at the interior for the last time before he glances at you once again, but this time you're prepared. "Try and sit in it, it's your car after all." he tells you, chuckling as he gets out of the car, brushing past you as your breath gets hitched.

You grow sheepish when you sit in it, finding two pairs of eyes already set on you as they wait for your reaction. "I like it," you admit quietly and giggly, causing Jungkook to smile at you as he gives you a toothy grin. "It's definitely better than the one I have now."

"Definitely," Jungkook agrees, cackling when you send a glare his way, not failing to show his displeasure at your old car.

"The previous owner really took care of this car, you can see it." The beard man says, informing you of something you think he has already mentioned at the beginning.

"Yeah, it's in great condition," Jungkook agrees, suddenly leaning towards you as he leans his arm against the roof, sticking his head inside the car as your eyes naturally drop towards his mouth. "What do you think, boss? Is it yes or no?"

And you're done for.

Immediately averting your eyes to his, you look ahead as you grab the wheel and straighten yourself. "I... yes, I love it." You manage to say, smiling as everyone seems happy with your decision and so do you when you realize what a great deal this is. You were just too distracted to realize it fully, blaming Jungkook for it.

After a few minutes of getting things finalized with the salesman, you'll be able to take the car tomorrow as they'll take it off the market. Meanwhile, you'll send the money to their bank account and thank god for Jungkook, because he immediately offers to drive you here so you can take the new car. Even though you've been distracted by this whole experience, you leave happy and can't hide your happiness as you sit into Jungkook's car.

"The car is great, a little bit too small for me but perfect for you." he teases you, causing you to nudge him in the shoulder as he drives out of the parking lot with a bunny grin.

"Okay, Mr. Mercedes," you joke, the two of you laughing as your laughter fills the car along with soft music playing in the background.

Your bank account will be crying tomorrow, but at least you've earned it and it was the whole point of you getting another job, just so you can afford a better car. But this is not the only decision that had to be made and you had a few days to think about something more important than a car. You get nervous as you're trying to embrace yourself and spill it out. But you always back out, humming to whatever Jungkook is saying to you and even he steals a few glances at you, finding it odd that you're mostly quiet but he doesn't call you out on it.

Although, you do talk about Namjoon's and Maya's engagement which Jungkook found out from Namjoon as he told the news to the guys. And that's probably the only thing you talk about until you grow quiet all over again for the rest of the ride.

"Kook," you call out to him as he parks in front of your apartment building, which stares at you almost mockingly because it's not going to be your home for much longer and it does settle a saddening feeling deep in your chest. "I've thought about... what you said, about the living together thing, you know?"

Jungkook turns off the engine, looking intrigued as he patiently waits for you to finish. He sees you glancing sideways, eyes staring at the parking lot and buildings around as you turn around to face him again.

"Are you sure I won't be any bother?"

Jungkook's lips stretch into a wide grin that makes you want to smile too but you're too serious about this, wanting to make sure even though you know his answer. He knows what that means and he looks genuinely happy about your decision of not declining his offer and moving out to the other side of Seoul.

"Does this mean what I think it does?"

Chuckling, you look down into your lap as you nod. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm not hundred percent happy about this because I don't want to take up any space in your home, no matter what you say about it," you interrupt him as he opens his mouth to disagree about the space in his apartment, "I don't want to be far away. It's just for the time being and I'll pay you the rent, I promise I'll search other apartments every--"

"You can stay however long you want," Jungkook tells you, growing serious as he makes sure you understand that and his awaiting and raised brow are waiting for your response, so you nod. "Good. We're gonna have so much fun, roomie."

"Please, don't call me that." you groan, leaning your head against the headrest as Jungkook devilishly laughs.

Somehow, it feels like a whole another journey ahead of you.

#bts smut #bts fluff #bts au #bts angst #jungkook x reader #jungkook fake dating #personasintro

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pinievsev · 5 months

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hii can you write a seokchan (sweet home) fanfic where reader/oc is being harmed by other survivors in the stadium and seokchan happened to be there so he teaches them a lesson. kinda touch her or I'll kill you vibe, knowing seokchan is a gentleman and doesn't resort to violence i think it'd be hot to see him being protective of his girl

mine to protect

Pairing: Kang seokchan x reader (can be viewed as any gender)

Warnings: blood and violence, not proofread (in desperate need of a proofreader)

Genre: angst + fluff

Story under the cut

It's been happening for a few weeks now, you thought you had it under control, you thought you could deal with it, but it's been getting bad lately.

You see, near the begining of the apocalypse you'd gotten with your boyfriend, kang seokchan, who just so happens to be a member of the platoon.

You'd kept it a secret for a while, no one had a clue, yet somehow another survivor in the "base" had saw you two together and word spread quickly.

People accused you of being with him so you could get extra food or things after the platoon's expeditions, or have extra protection and be a priority.

Of course it wasn't true, you genuinely love seokchan with all your heart, he was there for you and you were there for him since the start. Since the world started going to shit he's all you've had and you're all he's had.

You rested your head on the wall you were sitting against, not bothering to stop your nose from bleeding any further. You licked your lips, a strong metallic taste left on your tongue due to the red liquid that stained your face.

A few minutes ago, you were simply minding your business, making your way back to your makeshift bed after helping an elderly lady get back to hers, when a group of about 5 other survivors attacked you, screaming profanities your way and landing hit after hit on you with all the strength they had left in them.

You tried to fight back, but 5 against 1 wasn't exactly a fair fight. So you let them. 'it'll be over soon' you told yourself.

What you had failed to notice was a young kid hiding behind a corner, watching the brutal scene unfold Infront of him. What you also failed to notice was the way he scrambled to his feet, sprinting towards the room the platoon members usually gathered in, dodging people on his way and even bumping on to a few, focus on his goal. Finding your boyfriend.

Your eyes snapped open at the familiar voice booming down the hall, getting closer and closer accompanied by the sound of quick heavy steps.

You looked over, turning your head causing pain to shoot up the back of your neck. Seokchan messily halted to a stop Infront of you, kneeling down to your level, worry and concern visible on the man's features.

"What happened?!" He questioned as he helped you sit up properly and checked your injuries. You hissed in pain but kept your lips sealed. He already had alot to worry about, you didn't want him to worry about you either.

His eyes found yours and he placed a hand on the back of your head gently. "Tell me. Please." You shook your head the action barely visible as moving at all made the pain was unbearable.

He sigh at your stubbornness and shook his head. Just as he was about to speak again a quiet voice interrupted him "they were attacked sir." The same boy that had barged inside the room cutting off the Sargent's speech said.

Seokchan looked at the boy, urging him to explain further. You also averted your gaze to him, pleading for him not to say anymore, but to your dismay he did. He explained everything, from how people have been treating you to what they thought of you and what they say about you.

Seokchan's breath hitched, getting cough in his throat he simply nodded towards the kid who took that as a sign to leave.

Once his small frame disappeared out of sight he turned back to you. "How long?" You sighed and closed your eyes before speaking "a couple weeks".

You heard him groan and mumble something "come on" he helped you to your feet and slung your arm over his shoulder, supporting you as you walked back to his room where he had you sit down as he patched you up wordlessly.

You watched him as he worked, the way his brows furrowed in concentration and the way he licked his lips every few seconds.

"Are you mad at me?" You asked suddenly catching the man of guard. He didn't respond until he finished his work.

"Why would I be mad at you?" He asked placing everything back in place. "For, you know, not telling you." He shook his head and looked at your, smoothing out the plaster on your right cheek

"I'm not. I would never be mad at you honey. Maybe, I am a little sad but not mad, never mad" you breathed out in relief, a breath you were unaware you'd been holding.

"I'm sorry. I just... I didn't want you to worry, you already have so much on your plate and you risk your life every day-"

"Don't worry about that. No matter what you'll always be my top priority, like you've always been my love." He assured you.

Moving to sit by you on his bed he snakes his arms around your waist, bringing you close to him and laying back with you in his arms.

"For now, you just get some rest and when you wake up, I'll need names." You chuckled at the man's words "seokchan-"

"I'm serious." You shook your head but agreed nonetheless. You closed your eyes, quickly drifting off. From now on, you won't care what anyone thinks of you, you'll Stan up for yourself and won't depend on anyone to fight on your behalf. Not as long as you had Kang seokchan by your side.

#fanfiction #sweet home netflix #sweet home x reader #sweet home imagines #sweet home #kang seok chan x reader #kang seok chan #sweet home fanfic

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lovings4turn · 4 months

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[ 🐈‍⬛ ] slide out the window -send me a prompt + a character / driver , and i'll write a mini fic based off of it

i could go for the obvious but i think jess mariano deserves more love. so jess + he finds the poems you write about him.

jess does in fact deserve all of the love ever you're so real lari !! thanks sm for sending this in n im so sorry for how long it took to get this out-

"you know, this would be a lot easier if you cleaned your room more often."

"that is so rich coming from you!"

playful bickering had filled the room for the better part of five minutes as you practically ransacked your room in pursuit of jess' missing jacket. it was here somewhere, but where, you had no idea.

it was almost frustrating. your room wasn't even that big, and unless jess had gone out of his way to hide it, there was no reason the search should have turned into an all out scavenger hunt.

"this is worse than that time kirk lost all of those eggs," you groaned, pushing yourself to stand after searching underneath your bed.

"so dramatic," jess quipped, though his search in your wardrobe also proved futile.

"what did you even do with the thing?" you questioned, unable to hold back your laughter as even the most odd places were found empty.

"i hadn't seen you in four days, i'm sorry that my priority was-" jess cut himself off, dark brows furrowed as he scanned something on your desk.

"what are these?"

after a moment, jess held up his hand, a few loose sheets of paper clasped between his fingers and confusion written across his face. you, too, were confused for a moment before you realised.

"oh, uh," you scrambled for words, feeling your cheeks heat up as you realised exactly what he'd found. "they're nothing."

smart.

"nothing?" jess repeated, clearly amused. "well, 'nothing' looks an awful lot like some poetry. pretty good poetry, by the way. you write these?"

there was no point trying to deny it. not when he was looking at you with a slightly crooked smile and a soft gaze reserved only for your company.

"i guess, yeah." you shrugged, still embarrassed. "they're nothing special, scribbles, really."

"no? they seem awfully romantic," he teased, though there was something else behind his words. "are they... y'know. are they about me?"

you could have laughed at his question, the answer being so obvious, but the moment between you both seemed so vulnerable, a bubble that could easily be popped by even one wrong word.

"of course they are."

with great care, jess placed the sheets back down onto your desk and made his way over to you. warm hands found your own, lifted until they were held between yours and jess' frames. he gave you another gentle smile before his lips were on yours.

each movement of his mouth was poetry in its own way, conveying every small thought and feeling jess wished to tell you. every sigh was a confession, the trace of his tongue against your lips his pen upon paper.

the search for jess' jacket could wait. jess had found something far more precious.

#.° ༘🦇⋆₊˚ෆ becca celebrates #.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #jess mariano #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano blurb #jess mariano drabble #jess mariano x you #jess mariano fluff #gilmore girls #gilmore girls x reader #gilmore girls x you

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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 2 - How to Make Friends

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

Meet Blitzø.

pt. 1 pt. 3 pt. 4

Word count: 2,415

Warnings: surprise surprise! the series is actually non-linear! Some hints of trauma regarding feeling used/objectified, a glimpse into a little more context, mentions of sex as usual, i told y’all i can be a fun writer

Things had been running rather smoothly at Ozzie’s before some idiot decided he could just come in- sneaked in, you assumed, since he didn’t seem to be accompanied, and, frankly, didn’t exactly look dressed for a fancy dinner night at Ozzie’s like other customers always were- and ask for some minutes of Asmodeus’s time as if it were nothing.

This wasn't the first time this has happened, of course- for some reason people seemed to think that speaking somewhat confidently about having an appointment would somehow distract you, the person whose job was to strictly keep track of Ozzie’s time, from… well, doing your job.

At this point, he’d gotten past the whole ‘I have an appointment in five minutes´ thing and started trying to convince you that you had to let him talk to the sin.

“Uh. I don’t know what you want me to say, dude. You can’t just like… ask to see Asmodeus. It’s… kinda not how it works. At all.”

“Why not?”

You sighed. “Who are you supposed to be again?”

“I’m Blitz. The O is silent.” He offered his hand for you to shake, but you only raised an eyebrow, unamused. He retracted his hand.

“Is that supposed to ring a bell or…?”

“Not to you maybe. But his little bitch boy knows who I am.”

“What?”

“I know Fizzarolli, okay?”

“Okay and?”

“And? And I need to talk to the big Oz!”

“Yeah first off- you could just be bullshitting me. And second off… that doesn’t just automatically give you any priority in Ozzie’s very, very long list of important meetings.”

“Important meetings? What’s he doing right now, discussing dildo prices with some fuckface from Greed?” He coked an eyebrow in defiance.

You did your best to conceal the look on your face as you glanced at Ozzie’s schedule and confirmed he was, in fact, discussing dildo prices with a manufacturer from Greed.

It wasn’t enough, though- the imp seemed to realize it. “He is, isn’t he?” He grinned.

“That’s confidential information.”

He leaned over your desk, planting both his hands on top of it in front of you and getting his face closer to yours. “What’s a hot piece of ass like yours doing in a dump like this anyways?”

“This is… Ozzie’s, dude.” At this point, you didn’t even have an excuse as to why you were even entertaining this guy (at least none that wasn’t ‘things are slow right now and I’m really fucking bored’).

“Yeah, I’m usually at some shitty bar with cum and blood on the walls when I pull this one.”

You actually laughed. “I’m sure you are. Anything else I can help you with?”

“A… meeting with Asmodeus maybe?”

“Definitely not.”

“Eh, worth a try. How ‘bout a drink?”

“Are you offering to buy me a drink or asking me to buy you a drink?”

“Hey I’m up for whatever one you want,” he put his hands up in surrender.

You rolled your eyes, unable to contain a smile at the dumb conversation. At least he was entertaining you. You had to give it to him, he was a little funny. “You know what. Get yourself a drink, Blitz with the silent O. You probably need it.”

“Oh, really? Well if you in- hey wait what’s that supposed to mean?”

You just shrugged. “Ya want the drink or not?”

He paused. “Yes.”

You laughed again. “Just look for Maru by the bar and tell her you got a drink on me, she’ll make something for you.”

“Oh you’re not… you’re not gonna be… joining me?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He almost looked actually disappointed, just a little bit. Almost.

“Nope. The hot piece of ass is still at work.”

“Riiight. I’ll uh- I’ll be right there! At the bar. Drinking my drink.” He started awkwardly walking backward.

“If you try to sneak into Ozzie’s dressing room I will find out.”

“And what would you potentially do if you found that out?”

“You don’t wanna-” Suddenly, Ozzie’s voice made itself known in your earpiece, your voice dying off as you focused on what he said, saying the words that signaled things had gotten a bit heated during the meeting and you needed to send in someone to escort the imp out of his office (something you had implemented after the third meeting in two months that had ended with him either slightly injuring or straight-up incinerating someone). “Yeah I wouldn’t recommend doing that, sir,” you told him, quickly looking for and pressing the emergency buttons that signaled whoever was working security they were needed at Ozzie’s office.

“Oh, sir, huh? I can work with sir.”

“Huh?” Realizing you hadn’t given the imp guy any sign you’d been talking to Ozzie, and not him, you felt your cheeks burn the slightest bit, getting caught off guard. “No, uh- earpiece.” You awkwardly pointed at your right ear.

Blitz’s eyes widened, taken by surprise for a second before trying to keep his cool- and the little dignity he had. “Yeah I knew that. Just some good old teasing. Gosh you’re so uptight!”

“Okay, please get in before I change my mind.”

“Yup. Will do. I’m just gonna… stop by the bathroom real quick-”

“It’s the bar or out, man.”

“Fiiiine,” he exaggerated, dragging himself out of your sight.

“Y/n, you there?” Ozzie’s voice came from the comm again, and you realized he’s probably been saying something already.

“Shit, sorry. Someone was holding me up here. Did they get him out?”

“Yes. Do I have anyone scheduled right now?”

“Hold on, let me see,” you looked at the screen, crossing out the meeting he’d just finished as done and finding the name written for the one under it. “Yeah, you have that meeting about the beach accident with those Inccubi in Pasadena.”

“What is a Pasadena?”

“Living world matter, sir,” you simplified for him.

“Living world?”

“Yup.”

“When does he get here?”

“Eight minutes.”

[. . .]

“You sure you’re fine?”

“Yes! All of my meetings are done, performances are going fine and Aro owes me a lot of hours anyway. Now if you don’t mind, I have some alone time with my Froggie to attend.”

“Ugh, that nickname makes me sick.”

“I don’t pay you to judge me.”

“Yeah you pay me 'cause you loooove me. See you on Monday?”

“Yes!”

“If you need anything ‘till then-”

“I will let you know, y/n. Now, I granted you an early night, didn’t I? I expect you to enjoy yourself.”

“Fine, boss,” you teased him, making sure he saw you rolling your eyes.

You walked out of Oz’s office, inside of which you’d seen no sight of Fizzarolli, which was strange. You obviously wouldn’t pry, but wondered if the incident with his hearing aid that Ozzie had had to take a break for earlier had been more serious than what Ozzie made it sound.

There was no use thinking about it too much, though. You and Asmodeus were close, but there were boundaries you still kept between you and respected. You were pretty much the only person Ozzie ever forwardly told about his relationship with Fizz (even though basically everyone else in all seven rings suspected it in some way) and he knew of many personal things of yours, too, but things such as Fizzarolli’s own personal life and the identity of any people you told him about in conversation usually went unmentioned.

So, to the bar it was. When Ozzie told you he’d gotten someone to cover you for the last hours of the night so you could be free, the very first thing you’d thought to do had been to go straight home- but even thinking it to yourself made that sound depressing. In truth, Asmodeus was the closest thing you had to a real friend- the closest you’d had in a really long time. And although you did feel grateful to be free of work, it wasn't really much fun to think of the fact that, not being able to hang with Ozzie, you didn’t really have much to do. Or anyone to do anything with.

So you decided maybe you’d have a drink or two, and enjoy the last performances of the night before bouncing. Couldn’t hurt, right?

To your surprise, when you sat down at a stool by the bar, ordering yourself a blackberry frozen margarita- in your opinion, the best drink on Ozzie’s drink menu- you were startled to see the imp you’d talked to earlier that night sliding next to you, taking a seat on the stool right by your left.

“Sooo. The hot piece of ass ain’t working anymore?”

“You’re still here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrugged. “I dunno, I kind of imagined you would’ve managed to sneak into Ozzie’s dressing room and gotten yourself kicked out by now.” Of course, you were only taking the piss at him- you’d know if that would have happened. Obviously.

He furrowed his eyebrows together. “Wait I actually could have sneaked into his dressing room if I tried?”

You laughed and decided to answer his first question instead of that one. “No, I’m not working anymore.”

“Does that mean I’m allowed to flirt with you now?”

“Oh, that thing you were doing wasn’t flirting?”

“Depends. Was it working?”

You drank the rest of your margarita in a single gulp instead of answering. “Hey, Maru? Would you get me another, please? You can put it under Blitz’s here.”

“Hey!”

“What? I thought you were trying to flirt. Buy me a drink!”

[. . .]

“So you’re the one who manages this whole thing?” Blitzo motioned around to the restaurant, almost spilling the shot of tequila he was holding.

“Well not exactly,” you toyed with the little umbrella from your third drink of the night. “I’m more focused on managing Ozzie’s business. I mean. The guy, not the place. You know, meetings to attend, places to go, personal errands, everything.”

“That’s… lame.”

“What? What do you do for a living then that’s just so fun?”

“Well, I used to be a circus clown.”

“What? Wait that is cool.”

“Only a little cool. I’m planning something big next. But uh. Right now I’m kind of doing anything I can find to support my daughter.”

“You have a daughter?”

“Yeah. Loona. The love of my life.”

“That’s cute.” You smiled. Examining him with this in mind once again, you took he did sort of have a bit of a dad energy to him. It looked a little unconventional on him considering the… everything else, but it was there. “How old is she?”

“Nineteen.” He finally downed his shot, slamming the glass on the counter.

“Oh, wow.”

He seemed to notice all the processing you were doing in your mind to try to gather how old he was.

“I adopted her like a year ago.”

“Oh. That’s cool. What’s she like?”

Conversation with him came to be strangely natural. A few drinks in, and, from an outside perspective, it would probably be hard to figure out the two of you had never seen each other before up until a few hours prior- cracking jokes and playfully flirting, sharing bits and pieces of your lives and drinking a little more than you should together. It was weirdly comfortable.

And, much to your surprise, Ozzie didn’t come up again. Not in the way you were certain he would eventually, anyway. After all, it all seemed too nice to not be a way to get you drunk and tell him something personal about Ozzie, or ask you again for a meeting with the sin. Right?

By the end of the night, Blitzø tried a half-serious attempt at getting you to take him home with you (because apparently he rented a one-bedroom place, and gave up his bedroom to his daughter when she moved in with him, so he wouldn’t be able to take you home with him), to which you laughed, but stopped for a second to seriously consider.

You did find him attractive. His style was hot and his personality was fun. It was all certainly working for you.

You were sure you could have a fun time with him if you did agree, and, honestly, atop of feeling like you deserved this, you kind of needed it. I mean, nothing like a nice, meaningless one-night-stand with a barely-decent man to distract you from from being alone all weekend. Right?

But for some reason, you stopped yourself. Maybe not this time. Because, even though you weren’t sure if that was really you or just the alcohol talking, at that moment you found yourself thinking that maybe you could actually become friends with this guy.

And though you weren't sure if he would want that, it would be nice to have a real friend other than Asmodeus, for a change.

“Um, I gotta work really early tomorrow,” you lied, giving him an excuse. “But I could give you my number? You’re really funny and I had a lot of fun tonight. Even though you definitely crashed the place,” you joked. “I think we could be… good… friends? Maybe? I’d like that.”

“You… want to be friends? With me?”

Fine. That’s where this ended, wasn’t it? He realized he wouldn’t be fucking you and so the interest disappeared. That’s fine. You were prepared for that. “It's alright if not.”

“No, give me- give me your number. Yeah. Give me your number.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and gave it to you.

Oh. “Okay.” He probably only said that in the hopes to fuck you in the future.

Still, you grabbed the phone from him and typed in your number.

He immediately sent you a ‘hi’ and a smiley face so you could save his contact.

“Just to be clear, like, we’re not gonna- like I really mean it, I wanna be friends.”

“Okay I got it the first time, you don’t gotta rub it on my face.”

Maybe he could be genuinely fine with just being your friend?

“I don’t mind some flirting with my friends, though,” you commented, and he smirked.

“Tell that to me when I’m sober, sweetheart.”

No harm in trying, right? And if sober you thought differently, you could always just block him.

Why not? Maybe this is just how to make friends as an adult.

“Okay but seriously where does the ‘O’ even go? Like how do I even save your contact?”

A/N: this wasn't even supposed to be out today but i got too excited so here it is. also im serious abt this being non-linear... there's shit mentioned here you'll only find out more about in like chapter 5 or so but i hope i wrote it in a way thats exciting enough to make it worth it! hope yall like it, share ur thoughts w me! luv yall <3

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thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight · 1 year

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𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘, 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 ~ 2

(Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir x reader)

This was highly requested! Thank you all for the support. The fact that KKFIL got so much support shocks me! I appreciate all of you!

< Part one

"You're pathetic." Plagg said ever so bluntly in-between his chews. He took another bite of cheese, crumbs falling onto Adrien's newly cleaned desk, "Just admit that you like them and move on."

Adrien grumbled in response, "I don't like them, Plagg."

Living with the kwami of destruction always presented a challenge. There wasn't a day that passed by without the mischievous cat trying to pull some dirty prank behind Adrien's back. At first, he didn't mind it. It added something new to his day, and it was usually harmless.

But apparently hiding his phone or ruffling his hair before a photoshoot wasn't enough for Plagg anymore, because as of late, he's been turning off Adrien's alarm so he doesn't wake up for school on time. So now he was stuck in this position, shoving everything in his backpack last minute while trying to rush out the door.

Right now wasn't exactly the best time for him and Plagg to be having a conversation about his upside-down love life.

"You don't like them?" Plagg pushed, "Sure, and cheese is my worst enemy."

"Look Plagg, it's too early for this conversation."

"So let's end it right here with you admitting that you like them."

"Get in my jacket or I'm throwing out the cheese you stored in my desk." Adrien opened up his jacket as Plagg let out a shrill gasp before immediately flying into his pocket.

"For the record, this is called manipulation."

"You're insufferable sometimes."

Monday.

Adrien walked into the classroom ten minutes late, and he'd never forgive Plagg for ruining his perfect on-time attendance.

He huffed and sat down next to Nino.

"Woah, dude, you look like shit. Totally unexpected from the model of the class."

Adrien smiled at Nino's bluntness, "I had a bit of a rough morning." He made sure to subtly flick his pocket as he said that. He felt Plagg pinch his side in retaliation.

"Yeah, I can tell." Nino shook his head, turning his attention back to the teacher. Adrien wanted to follow suit, but he couldn't help but notice you.

You sitting in your desk.

You looking wonderful as ever.

You…staring…right at him.

He smiled and waved.

You waved back.

And time stopped.

He wished he could sit next to you. Ask about your morning, hold your hand under the table, and pass notes throughout the class, giggling every time you nearly get caught.

But, alas, he wasn't sitting next to you, he wasn't holding your hand, and passing notes from this distance would be a guaranteed detention.

Life was cruel and unfair sometimes.

"Psst." He raised a brow at you, silently asking you what you needed. You smiled, looking a bit bashful as you put your fingers to your lips and blew him a kiss.

Maybe life wasn't so cruel and unfair.

Tuesday.

"Are you ok? You look tired."

Your voice was something Adrien would never get tired of, and it was just the remedy he needed after dealing with an akuma who had a…not so melodic voice.

The fight was harder than he had assumed it would be. A few scratches littered his arms and legs while stubborn strands refused to stick with the rest of his gelled and styled hair. Though most of the ringing had gone away, his hearing hadn't quite recovered yet. He questioned the miraculous ladybug and why it decided that fixing a civilian's ripped tie was important, but Adrien (the person who helped stop the villain) would have to suffer the rest of the day with hearing loss. It needed to get its priorities straight.

You looked him up and down, your nose scrunched at the sight, "Did you lose a fight to a pigeon or something?"

"Very funny." He reached to scratch the back of his neck, but quickly remembered how Plagg had made fun of him for doing that when he got nervous the night before, and quickly put his hand down. "I tripped. I can only imagine how happy my father will be when he sees me." Adrien laughed, "I have a photoshoot after school. He's going to kill me."

You smiled awkwardly, "And you're laughing about that?"

He paused, realizing how strange it must've seemed for him to be laughing at the idea of upsetting his father and maybe another day, he would've been more worried than joyful…but…

A part of him felt like sticking it to his dad. It was something he never would've considered doing before, but dressing up in a cat costume everyday can change a man.

"Well, good luck with your dad." You pressed a kiss to his cheek and turned to leave. He could still feel it on his cheek, his face growing increasingly warmer.

"You like them~" Plagg whispered.

"It's completely platonic."

Wednesday.

A festival was in town.

Adrien didn't exactly get permission to go, so he had his good old friend, Chat Noir, help him get to where he needed to be. It was a risky game he was playing, but he couldn't miss seeing you.

You ran into his arms the second you saw him, hugging him for longer than necessary (not that he was mad about it).

You walked through multiple booths, picking up small snacks.

Soon a dance broke out, and Adrien couldn't resist asking you to dance.

He bowed deeply, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to it. "Would you like to dance?"

You looked bashful.

It suddenly didn't feel so platonic anymore.

Thursday.

You were trapped in a closet with him.

Chat noir had run in to detransform, not realizing that you had already occupied the space.

He tried to quickly turn back and leave, but the door handle broke in his hands, leaving the two of you in the closet alone.

"So…you like jazz?" Chat asked. He felt like banging his head against the wall. Talking to you was so easy as Adrien, but it was difficult as Chat Noir.

How could pretend like he knew nothing of you when all he did was think about you?

You gave him a very confused look, "Uh…is the akuma gone?"

"Yeah! And so is the doorknob!"

The joke didn't land as well as he wanted it to. You just nodded and shifted back and forth on your feet. He was terrible at this.

He knew the two of you couldn't stay in there forever, but the only way you could get out was if he cataclysmed the door….

But in order to do that, he'd have to detransform.

"Do you mind closing your eyes?"

"Uh…how come?"

"I need to detransform."

You stared at him for a few more minutes. He wondered what you thought of Chat Noir. He had never asked you about it before.

He could only hope that you liked him.

You finally closed your eyes, and Chat whispered the magic words that rid him of his magic.

Plagg shook his head disapprovingly at the blonde, though Adrien wasn't sure what the cat wanted. There was nothing else he could do, and he knew you would be trustworthy.

He fed Plagg quickly.

"I just wanted to say…"

Adrien froze, scared you would someone know it was him if he breathed too loudly.

"I'm very grateful for what you and Ladybug do for Paris…really. Thank you."

Adrien smiled, relaxing slightly. He wished to respond, but without the quantum magic to mask his voice, he knew speaking would only screw him over. Thankfully, you seemed to understand that, as you didn't say anything about his silence.

He waited for Plagg to finish eating before transforming back.

He cataclysmed the door and stepped to the side, "Victims in distress first!"

You smiled and stepped out, he followed quickly.

"Thanks again."

"There's nothing to thank me for, all I did was get you stuck in a closet."

You laughed, "I meant for stopping the akuma…and getting me out of the closet."

You smiled, and Chat could've sworn his heart stopped. He wanted to kiss you now more than ever.

Not on the cheek.

Not on the hand.

A real kiss.

Chat couldn't do such a thing, but he knew someone who could.

Friday.

It was raining.

Neither you nor Adrien brought an umbrella.

The smart option would be to seek shelter immediately, but instead you ran in the rain.

Adrien had offered to walk you home, and during the walk, rain poured down on you. It wasn't cold or uncomfortable, but freeing. Your clothes stuck to your sides and your poor shoes would struggle in the puddles, but you didn't care. You didn't care because Adrien had grabbed you by the hand, leading you down the street in a fit of giggles.

Each drop of rain let out its own ring, like the weather was singing its own love song for the both of you.

You twirled and spun, grabbing both of Adrien's hands. He seemed flustered, but he effortlessly followed your movements.

Perfectly in rhythm, you and Adrien were stuck in your own world.

"I love you."

You stopped, face heating up as you locked eyes with a now embarrassed Adrien.

"What?"

"I…I love you." He repeated. Despite his stutter, his voice was confident. He couldn't be more sure of his words.

You smiled, "I know, I heard you the first time."

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

Finally, your first real kiss.

#chat noir x reader #cat noir x reader #cat noir #chat noir #miraculous x reader #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic

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b0ng05 · 3 months

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Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader -

Grief pt. 2

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Word Count: 1432

Summary: A little blurb to add onto Grief pt.1. As Sam deals with her grief over her girlfriend's death. I honestly don't know.

TW: Death, sprinkles of violence

Also, Not Proofread💅

Master list/ Request list

Pt.1. Pt.2. Pt.3?

A ringing persisted in Sam’s ears as she stared at the mirror in front of her, behind her was a sight that haunted her. The gory hallucination of her deceased girlfriend. Her hand trembling as she turns the handle to the sink faucet, water spewing out into her awaiting open palm. She splashes her face with the cold water a few times, trying to clear her mind. After wiping her face dry with a washcloth, her eyes flutter shut, her hands gripping the edge of the porcelain sink to maintain balance. She lets out a shaky sigh, her chest heavy and tremoring.

“Get it together, Sam.” She mutters under her breath, desperately trying to ignore the flashbacks that flickered around her mind and the feeling of Y/n’s undead eyes watching her.

But with each bated breath, the memories became closer and clearer. Her breathing picking up and her grip on the sink tightening. “Stop,” She mumbles, her teeth grinding together. Her jaw clenching as the pain seers right back into her chest, as if the wounds were still fresh, as if it wasn't a year later.

“Sammy, it’ll be fine, I promise!” Y/n begs, her hand slightly dragging Sam in the direction of the convenience store near them.

Sam bit her bottom lip, her nerves were already heightened, they were out in the streets at night and stopping in a shady convenience store wasn’t exactly in Sam’s comfort zone. But, a guilt ate away at the back of her mind, not wanting to be an overprotective girlfriend that makes her girlfriend pee herself because she’s too scared to let her use a public bathroom at night. With the way her girlfriend was awkwardly walking around with an urgent look on her face had made her decision for her.

“Alright, just be quick, okay?” Sam mumbles, raising their held hands to kiss the back of Y/n’s.

“I promise, baby,” Y/n chirps, kissing Sam’s cheek softly.

Y/n smiles and guides Sam into the convenience store, turning around a few isles to find the needed facilities. Once it was in sight, Y/n released Sam’s hand from hers and headed into the bathroom, leaving Sam waiting outside the bathroom's main door. Sam leaned her back against the wall, pulling out her phone once she remembered she had put it in silent mode. Upon turning the screen on, a notification from her sister takes priority.

Tara: How was the movie?

Sam: I’ll be honest. I liked it.

Tara: Y/n and I told you that you would

Sam: I mean, I didn’t love how much Y/n stared at Regina but the movie was pretty good.

Tara: Can you really blame her? 🤨

Sam: … Ttyl.

Sam looked at the time displayed in the top left corner of her phone, her eyebrows furrowed as she realized it had been over 6 minutes of her texting Tara. Her heartbeat quickened, knowing Y/n would normally not take this long, especially when Sam communicated her concerns about safety. She turns and pushes the bathroom door open.

“Y/n?” Sam calls out, rushing to the first stall door and raising her fist to knock, only for it to push open revealing that it’s empty.

“Y/n, babe?!” Sam shouts, her heart racing in her chest and mind spiraling upon zero response.

She rushed to the next stall, raising her hand to knock, only for it to push open, no Y/n inside. Her eyes widen and she charges shoulder first into the next stall, breaking the lock completely.

Her hand reflexing towards her agape mouth in horror upon the sight. Before her, Y/n laid against the wall, blood gushing from her chest, a gashing hole in the cloth of her sweater. Above Y/n’s body, written in dripping crimson was a message.

‘Hi Samantha, - GF’

Her face paled, but her body reacted before her mind as she rushed over to her girlfriend as she yanked her own jacket off, putting pressure on the wound as her other hand reached for her phone. Muscle memory being used as her nimble fingers dialed for help. She placed her phone on the floor beside her on speaker as she guided her girlfriend to lay on the floor to make applying pressure easier.

“It’s gonna be okay, honey- you’re gonna be alright- I promise- okay?” Sam stutters out quickly, using her free hand to stroke Y/n hair out of her face.

As the operator answered and began to speak with Sam, her focus was on the call, but her eyes wandered around the room, heart aching too much to stare at Y/n as her blood drained. The sight of a small window in the corner of the room. Small, but big enough to fit through if you really, really tried. ‘That’s how he got in,’ was the first thought in her mind upon the discovery. Her thoughts are disregarded as the operator instructs her to continually check Y/n's pulse and breathing until the ambulance arrives.

As she waits for an ambulance to arrive, she presses soft loving kisses to her girlfriend’s forehead, whispering sweet nothings, and reassurances that she’s gonna be okay. Once the ambulance arrives, they had to break it to Sam that her girlfriend was dead. The blood loss was too severe to ever make it to the hospital.

Once the cops clear Sam to leave the crime scene, she’s already stuck in a dissociative haze. Not even remembering the walk to Tara’s apartment nor knocking on her sister’s door so late. But what she does remember is Tara and the look on her face when she sees Sam covered in blood. She remembers Tara basically cradling her in her arms on her couch while Sam told her what happened, and Tara freezing and paling upon the news.

“Come on, Sam.” She growls, her frustration and pain becoming overwhelming.

Her hands move to push her hair back out of her face. She takes a few deep breaths and opens her eyes. She glances up into the mirror, her dark brown eyes bloodshot with tears that she wasn’t aware she had begun to shed. Her shaky hands move to swipe the teartracks away, drying her face. The hallucination was gone, leaving her alone to the cold embrace of loneliness that took imaginary Y/n's place. She glanced down at her phone that rested on the edge of the sink, realizing it was around time for her to get ready for work. She gave herself one last glance and one more deep breath before leaving the bathroom to go get ready.

After getting ready for work, adorned in a shirt that was branded with the diner’s logo. As she closed the front door behind her, she turned around to ensure it was locked.

“Oh, hey Sam!” A deep voice called from the left of her.

Her head whips over to see Danny. It was her neighbor, and as of late, a constant nuisance. Ever since he heard about the passing of Sam’s girlfriend, he was always offering words of condolence and pity. It enraged her. Between him, her sister, and her sister’s friends, she was sick of hearing people trying to comfort a grief that they couldn’t begin to understand. Yes, they had lived through similar, but not that same exact scenario now that Sam had lost her girlfriend in. The guilt that ate her alive daily, the one that she constantly drank away. Sam still hadn’t forgiven herself for that night, and constantly hearing people tell her that it wasn’t her fault was understandably annoying.

“Danny,” She nods in acknowledgement before turning to walk towards the elevator.

“Wait- Sam,” Danny calls out, taking a few steps closer to the woman.

“What?” She scoffs, turning around to face him.

“How are you holding up?” He asks, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“How do you think I’m holding up?” She quips, “If that’s seriously all you stopped me for, goodbye,” She rolls her eyes, walking to the elevator and giving him a sarcastic smile as she pressed the call button for the elevator.

Upon the lift arriving at the floor, she quickly gets in and presses the button for the first floor. As the doors begin to slowly close, she doesn’t miss the dark look in Danny’s eyes as he watches her leave. He remained unmoving from his position, lips in a thin line. Like a predator stalking its prey. An all too familiar look that sent Sam’s skin crawling and hairs to stand on end. Maybe she was overreacting...

Author's note- Am I thinking about writing another part where Sam hunts down the new Ghostface(s) to avenge Y/n? Yeah. Do I have an epic punchline for it? Fuck yeah.

#sam carpenter #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x fem reader

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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And they were Roomates (part 3)

A/N: Wahoou... I didn't expect this to get so much appreciation. I remind everyone that i accept tips even thought my content stays entirely free for everyone as i don't really do this for money but for my horny demon persona. This is probably getting more parts at this point

accepting some headcanons, situation ideas for these two as i'm slowly running out, it might take me longer to write if i can't find stuff.

TW: violence, blood, crusing, etc.

Love ya'll enjoy.

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You frowned, trying to make your laptops fit in your bag. You were heavily frustrated today.

It didn't exactly differ from your mood for the past three weeks. THREE WEEKS. He was gone for three weeks and you had 0 news. You stopped fighting with the zipper of your bag to sigh.

Of course, as if the situation wasn't frustrating enough, you had spent the last week on a mission with a team who's sergeant hated your guts. Sergeant Keller. You were just hoping to end this as soon as possible. Avoiding the sergeant was now your top priority. You had managed to get on his last nerve by defying him at the meeting and proposing a plan that was better than his. The furious look he had sent your way promised havok if he found you alone. Which you totally were right now.

The sound of footsteps made you freeze. Spinning around you cursed.

"Sergeant…"

You didn't have time to finish, thanks to the punch to your sternum making you drop to your knees, breath caught in your lungs.

Fuck…

"You are a little bitch."

The remark passed through you like a yawn. What bothered you the most was the blows you might receive. He wouldn't kill you, or actually hurt you badly because you were still a valuable asset to the government and the military. But he'd still make it painful.

"You're… just… mad… I'm better than you…" you hissed through breaths.

This time the kick to your ribs made you whimper. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he lowered himself next to you.

"Stop fucking acting like you're a hero. You're a fucking terrorist. You should be dead, a bullet through the brain. Know your damn place."

He hissed through gritted teeth.

"You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" you teased.

The two other kicks, one to your stomach the other landing on your wrist were expected.

You couldn't let yourself be spoken like that… it hurt but fuck you weren't going to let him talk down to you.

You were hunched over on the floor, hand over your ribs, and right wrist badly hurting.

The sergeant threw you one last glance before heading out. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You took several minutes trying to calm down the pain before standing up, grabbing your things and darting out. The cold hair made you huff out little clouds. The 21st of December… you had spent many Christmases alone… but you didn't feel as lonely as you did right now.

You bit your lip. Keeping the tears at bay… but had long lost this fight.

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The way home was spent crying. You were thankful no one was out at this Wonderful late hour. You had managed to reach your apartment door, tears blurring your vision, and your aching side and wrist throbbing.

Your hand was shaking as you put the key in the lock. You pushed the door open slamming it behind you. You locked it, heading for the living room. You let your things drop on the couch. You spun around to the counter, flinching heavily as you sat down on one of the stools. You tried to breathe through the pain, throat burning as you tried to keep yourself from crying even more.

Suddenly your ears picked up a sound from behind. Jumping down and turning around you froze.

The silence was deafening. Rage and pain filled your brain. How dare he? Just… what?!

"Sparrow-"

"What the fuck?!" You half screamed, tears now freely falling.

"Sparrow." His tone now much more firm. "Are you alright?"

You chuckled, throwing the most cynical smile you could find in you.

"I'm amazing." You hissed.

"Stop. What's wrong? What happ-"

"None of your business." You spat.

You were furious. You were absolutely broken and in pain. He walked up to you, leaving a few steps in between.

God… you had missed his eyes… you mentally cursed yourself at the thought.

"I know you're angry. But tell me."

"Angry? You think I'm angry? I'm furious! You left ! Without a word! I'm in pain!"

That was true. Physical and mentally. You were trying to keep your voice down. But his words kept repeating in your mind. 'we're not friends'.

You took a deep breath, both staying silent for a long minute.

"Sparrow… tell me."

You closed your eyes for a second.

"Why?" You asked.

You looked at him, eye to eye for once. You were genuinely asking him.

"Don't tell me you care… you made it clear. We're not friends."

"Sparrow.."

"No. No. Not this time."

You felt the heavy crush of your exhausted mind and body. You wanted to escape. You needed to. You walked around him. He grabbed your bruised wrist making you whimper in pain.

The silence after was tense. His gaze had heavily darkened. He was… furious.

"Who?" Was all he asked. His tone was the coldest you ever heard him.

You walked to the cupboard, your initial destination, grabbing something inside. You ignored his question entirely. You placed the black mug on top of the counter. He eyed it. A white skull was drawn on it, with the letters lieutenant Riley. You had it made for him as a Christmas present.

"I figured, you hate Christmas. Though I read no stupid file, it was kind of obvious." You started. Eyes not leaving the object. "I still bought you a Christmas gift. And I know it's not Christmas yet, but. I don't think we'll spend it together."

You looked up at him. "Now you can hate me as much as you want…" you whispered.

You didn't wait for any answer at all. You simply headed to your room, locking the door behind you. You got into bed, wincing at the bruises now forming all over your skin. You cried. Letting the tears and tiredness take you to sleep.

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The morning was rough. You had called Laswell, informing her that you were unable to get to base that morning. She gave you immediate permission to work from home. You sighed. Getting up, you threw one of your signature baggy shirts that reached the middle of your thighs. Your eyes were puffy. You could see it in your bedroom mirror. The bruise on your wrist was bad but the one on your ribs was nasty.

You made sure that your long sleeves hid the bruise.

Your ears picking up sounds very unusual to your apartment made you frown. Multiple voices could be heard from the living room.

You opened the door, curious. You could hear ghost's raspy voice. You also managed to hear captain price's. You walked to the living freezing at the entrance. Many eyes were now stuck on you.

"Hum…" you tried.

Ghost was the first to move, straightening himself as he scanned your body, wrist, down to your naked thighs.

You blushed. You were a bit too underdressed suddenly. He was back after all. And he … had … guests?

"Ah ! Miss sparrow!" Price smiled happily.

His smile was so contagious you couldn't keep yourself from smiling back.

"Good morning captain price" you answered with a smile.

He walked to you, surprising you with a hug. A very suspicious hug as he barely squeezed you. It was more… testing the waters. As if, checking for any injuries. You still hugged him back. The rest of the men in the living room were still staring at you. They all had a giddy smile on their faces.

"Here. Let me present to you the rest of the squad." He said, positioning himself behind you, hands on your shoulders.

"This is sergeant John soap McTavish." He explained, pointing to the man with a mohawk.

"Hi!" He greeted, the taint of a Scottish accent on his voice.

"This is Kyle gaz Garrick."

The man with a cap stood and threw a wink at you. He sat down back down rather quickly for some reason.

"And this is Colonel Alejandro Vargas. Not really part of the squad but he's here on permission for a month."

The man stood walking to you, taking your hand delicately in his, dropping a kiss before smiling.

"A pleasure." His voice tainted with an accent as well.

You blushed. Sending a smile to everyone.

"And gentlemen this is… sparrow." He said.

He didn't have much more information to add so you did.

"I'm a hacker. I work for the military but I was actually your enemy a few years ago… my code name is sparrow."

The man with a mohawk, now Soap to you jumped at the information. Fear reached you, thinking that once more… this would be like sergeant Keller.

"You're a hacker?! Fuck that's so cool!"

You smiled, relieved.

"We were going to have breakfast. Would you like to join us?" Price invited.

"LT got muffins!" Soap added.

You glanced at the man in a balaclava, eyes widening as you saw him stand against the counter, a black mug in hand. He… was using your gift. The realisation making something burn in you.

"Hum… sure." You answered, smiling at the men.

Everyone answered at the same time a variation of happy words. Quickly interrupted by a very familiar raspy voice.

"She's going to change first."

Everyone turned to ghost.

"I..am?" You suddenly questioned his behavior.

He walked up to you, price stepping back from you.

"Sure, we'll wait. We'll prepare everything." Price said, with what seemed to be a signature smile on his lips. Ghost softly wrapped his fingers around your good wrist and positioned his palm at the small of your back, beckoning you to walk back to your bedroom with him.

Once inside he closed the door behind him. You were still mad at him, even though it seemed to fade by the minute. You decided that pushing his buttons would make your point.

"Why do I have to change? I don't want to change." You spoke, crossing your arms over your chest.

He froze in place looking at you. You could feel his eyes traveling down your thighs. You blushed heavily. Without a single word he managed to answer. So you teased even more. A bitter feeling at the words.

"I don't think your teammates are interested. And I don't think you'd care if they-"

"Listen carefully." He threatened now closing in, trapping you between the desk and his body, hands on either side of your body. Slightly hunched over you to get to your eye level.

"If Vargas looks at your thighs with that 'i want to fuck it' look again, I'm beating the fuck out of him in the living room."

You gasped, eyes glued to him. Was he…jealous?

"Now you do whatever you want." He said in a low voice.

"Are you jealous…" you answered in a low voice.

He flinched slightly.

"No." He quickly answered.

Of course not. Why did that thought ever cross your mind?

"Whatever… I have to get to base anyway…" you mumbled.

"We'll take you." He said, moving back and taking a last glance at you before stepping out.

You stood there confused for a few seconds. This man was unreadable. Terribly confusing. One moment he hated you, the other he threatened to beat up his friend because he was checking you out. You sighed, heading for your closet.

----

You were in the noisy car as you drove to the base with everyone. You had surprisingly spent a very pleasant morning with everyone, heading back to the base after lunch. You had to, unfortunately you needed to get back on the mission and you needed to be with the team for that.

You weren't exactly excited to see Sergeant Keller. You just hoped you'd stay out of his radar.

Arriving in the middle of the warehouses and building, ghost parked. Everyone jumped out of the vehicle, you following carefully trying to not wince. Ghost kept his eyes on you and it was hard hiding the injuries.

"What time you done sparrow?" Soap asked.

"Hum… don't really know…" you answered genuinely not knowing when you'd get out of the hell of a room you were about to get to.

"We can wait for you, we all have time to lose." Gaz added.

You were now incredibly sure ghost had somehow told them about the bruises he saw on your wrist.

"I don't know…" you tried.

"We'll wait. Text me when you're done." Ghost ordered.

You looked at him, deliberately rolling your eyes at him before heading into the building.

You could hear soap and gaz laughing before quickly shutting up.

---

The hours flew by you, and you were pretty glad of that. You just wanted to go back home. You were also very glad that the mission was finally coming to an end. Your part would be over tonight, so you'd be far away from sergeant Keller.

The clock showed 7pm. You watched everyone as they put away their stuff. Grabbing your phone, you texted ghost.

-"I'm done. In case you actually waited…

- "Copy."

You rolled your eyes again. You were putting down your phone when another notification rang.

"Of course I waited. We're out front."

You felt a ping in your heart. What was going on? Why was he so… protective all of a sudden? You stood up grabbing your things when a sharp pain to your ribs made you yelp.

Turning around you saw Sergeant Keller behind you. The asshole had poked exactly where he had kicked you the day before.

"You and I need to have a little talk." He threatened.

You looked around. The room was empty. Fuck. And of course you were caged in between the table and him. The door to your right would be hardly attainable.

"You really adore me don't you sergeant?" you teased, a little shiver of anxiety running through you.

"You have such a big mouth. Somebody ought to make you shut it."

The slap across your faces stung. You had managed somehow to bite your lip in the process, little droplets of blood on your tongue. God damn it.

"I literally didn't do shit this time Keller." You rang, rage slightly rushing through you.

"You're right. Just thought I'd make you remember your place one last time. So you wouldn't go pretending to be part of the good guys again."

"I AM part of the good guys for fucks sake!" You yelled.

He grabbed your throat. Making you grab his wrist.

"You think playing around with your little laptop after you were hunted down for multiple crimes makes you good? You think this is your redemption arc? Fucking idiot"

You hissed as he pressed against your ribs again. He let go of your neck, now grabbing your bruised wrist and squeezing. You yelped in pain. Of course… using the already bruised parts not to add anymore evidence.

"Fuck… stop Keller!" You yelled through gritted teeth.

"Little bitch." He answered, a punch to your bruised ribs, this time making you cry out in pain, vision darkening at the intensity.

You barely heard him walk in. You didn't fully understand why Keller was thrown across the room. When the pain was finally slightly down you looked up, eyes widening at the sight. Ghost had Keller by the throat against the wall. He had apparently punched him already, as by the evident blood running down Keller's nose.

"Ghost…" you tried.

"Get out." He ordered.

"What..?" You asked, shocked.

"Soap and price are waiting. Get. Out!" He ordered, barking the last word.

You flinched, but moved, hand over your ribs, running out. You heard Keller get punched one more time.

Fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes stung with tears. Throwing open the heavy metal door, cold air biting at your skin, your eyes searched for price and soap. They were right in front, heads turning to you, instantly running as they saw the blood on your lip.

"Sparrow!" Your heard soap.

You breathed heavily. Ears slightly ringing. Price and soap stood next to you inspecting you.

"Ghost…" you tried.

"What?" Soap urged.

"He's… he's beating up Keller… you got to stop him!" You yelled.

Alejandro and gaz showed up running up to price. Price cursed heavily.

"Alejandro gaz! Stay with her, soap, with me!" He yelled.

Soap and price rushed past you, as Alejandro and gaz surrounded you.

"You're alright princess.." Alejandro said, a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine… I'm fine… it's just a few scratches." You reassured.

You turned around staring at the metal door. You were shivering. It was probably the cold… or probably the panic coursing through you. You were so thankful that he had shown up. But you were extremely worried about the trouble he was going to get into because of you.

"Come on.. sparrow get in the car." Gaz asked.

"N-no… I… ghost " you stumbled over your words.

"He's coming back, don't worry. Price and soap are with him." Alejandro tried.

"No!" A whimper escaped your lips.

Your brain was a fuzz. You didn't know exactly what you were feeling. Any anger towards him had vanished. You were worried, you needed to see him.

"Come on Sparrow, we're taking you home."

You shook your head, making you even dizzier than you already were.

"We'll bring him back, we promise." Gaz assured.

You took a deep breath finally following them into the car. Tears fell down your cheeks, the cold hair had helped them turn your cheeks red.

You glanced one last time towards the door before Alejandro and gaz drove out.

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