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gimmethatagustd · 24 days ago

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only here to sin (2); kth

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

Pairing: Taehyung x (f)reader (ft. Namjoon)

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Enemies to lovers, college

Content Warning: Infidelity, alcohol, drunk driving, toxic romantic and familial relationships, mental health issues, virginity kink, emotional manipulation, smut (blow job, road head, vaginal sex)

Word Count: 5076

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“Come over and let me show you what you’re missing.”

Taehyung pulled away from you just enough to where your lips were barely touching. The two of you were breathing hard, inhaling each other’s air until you began to feel dizzy.

“Did you drive?” His already deep voice came out raspy from need and a lack of oxygen from the kiss.

You shook your head and immediately regretted how it made your brain spin. Hopping around nightclubs hadn’t even initially been the plan for you that night, but your coworkers were exceptionally persuasive. The group of you were a bunch of college kids earning just enough money through your internships to spend it all on alcohol and ridiculously-priced Uber rides.

“Good. Let’s go.”

It was all very unlike you, and Taehyung knew it. He distinctly remembered Namjoon’s iron grip on your social life in the many years you’d been dating. Anything that was beneath Namjoon he made sure everyone knew was also beneath you, too - regardless of how you actually felt. Taehyung was positive Namjoon would be pissed to know his precious girlfriend was at a nightclub in a miniskirt while he hunched over college textbooks.

“Y/N, are you leaving?” Your coworker eyed Taehyung’s tall figure as he led you through the sea of bodies grinding to the trashy club music. Jackie was being a good friend; no girl in their right mind would let their friend go home with a stranger.

“Don’t worry about her,” Taehyung butted in. He leaned in and flashed Jackie a smile that was capable of making the coldest of souls flush with heat. “She’s in good hands, promise.” He winked at Jackie and you’d never seen the phrase “ruffled feathers” more accurately represented in real life. Jackie looked like she wanted to punch Taehyung in the face and climb him like a tree.

You hated that you could relate.

“I’m sorry I’m leaving early.” You tried to reassure Jackie with a small smile and a clear statement to prove that you weren’t completely wasted. “I just don’t feel that great.”

You nearly choked on the guilt that squeezed your throat when Jackie slowly waved you off, the rest of your coworkers shouting their goodbyes while Taehyung led you out of the nightclub, his long arm curved around your waist.

Walking was proving to be difficult, not because of the vodka you’d consumed, but because of the absolutely devastating orgasm Taehyung had fingerfucked out of you in the bathroom.

“Struggling, baby girl?”

You could hear the smirk in Taehyung’s voice before you even looked up to see it. The two of you stepped out into the cool night air and you struggled to keep up with Taehyung’s long gait as he led you down the sidewalk.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, but your grip on his shirt tightened.

He’d already guessed the truth, but you were dreading him finding out that he’d been right… Namjoon had made you promise that the two of you would save yourselves for each other. That was the whole point of the purity ring that weighed down your finger. No sex before marriage. It would make it more special, Namjoon had said. Sex while the two of you were trying to earn a college education was a distraction, he’d convinced you.

And now you’d let Taehyung shove his fingers up your pussy in a nightclub bathroom stall. What was wrong with you?

“This is me.” Taehyung opened the passenger door of the sports car parked along the curb. All black, with tinted windows. You didn’t know anything about cars, but this one seemed very Taehyung.

He closed the door behind you once you slid into the passenger seat. Finding his place behind the steering wheel, Taehyung made it clear that his intention was to get to his apartment as quickly as possible. You watched downtown disappear in colorful streaks of light through the windows. There was still time to change your mind. You could tell Taehyung no; you knew he would back off if you did. He was an asshole but he wasn’t a creep.

But every time the logical part of you screamed to shut it all down, Taehyung would do something to coax out the part of your soul that longed to just do whatever you wanted. How many people hovered over you, dictating your life to you? Your parents? Your boyfriend? Even your friends and coworkers who thought you couldn’t make decisions for yourself.

Taehyung was an open door among a million that were bolted shut.

You slowly pried your eyes from the cityscape to watch Taehyung’s right hand palm your bare thigh. Your breath hitched and shuddered as his fingers curved around the inside of your thigh, pulling your leg open a bit to give him easier access to your pussy.

“Does Namjoon not let you speak on your own?” Taehyung snickered. “You’re gonna have to talk to me, jagiya, or this night isn’t going to go the way we want it to.”

His threat was too vague for you to know how to react, so you stayed quiet - only confirming what Taehyung said. It wasn’t like you couldn’t speak on your own… You were just used to other people jumping in before you had the chance. Eventually, you had given up.

Reaching the inside of your legs, Taehyung rubbed quick, tight circles against your core. You were still sensitive from your little activities in the bathroom, so you squirmed from his touch.

“Have you ever given road head before?”

You scrunched your eyebrows together and stared at Taehyung’s profile, trying to decipher his question. Thankfully, he pulled his hand away from you and that allowed your clouded brain to clear out a bit. That is, until he carded his fingers through his hair, and you remembered how soft those brown waves were under your grip.

“What did I say about talking?” His eyes briefly met yours before they returned to the road. He was driving entirely too fast.

“I don’t know what that means.”

“You don’t know what road head is? Namjoon really has sheltered you.” Taehyung let out a breathy laugh; he just couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Suck me off.”

You could tell by the way he said it that he was both clarifying your confusion and giving you a command. His response stunned you, sending a spike of adrenaline into your heart. Or was it fear?

Maybe you should have anticipated something like this out of Taehyung, but you’d really thought you’d have the car ride to think about all the ways you were going to hell and (perhaps) rectify that. Not giving Taehyung a blowjob while he went 100 mph down a street with a 50 mph speed limit.

“You’re driving,” you finally responded. Not to mention he’d been drinking all night. But wait, why were you considering this to begin with?

“I’m a fantastic driver,” he said simply, giving your thigh a squeeze. Taehyung’s patience was going to be tested tonight if you kept taking forever to answer him. “So get your ass over here.”

You bit your lip, your eyes traveling from Taehyung’s sharp jaw as he spoke to the visible bulge in the crotch of his jeans.

“I��ve never done that before…”

Taehyung’s eyes lit up and he turned to look at you for much longer than you were comfortable with, considering he was still driving. His eyes swept the length of your body before they were back on the road again.

“I’m gonna have fun with you.”

Your face burned with the shame of knowing how your stomach fluttered at Taehyung’s remark, and it was in that moment that you knew you weren’t coming back from this. Yet again, you could have protested, but instead you simply sat back and watched.

Taehyung reached down to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down just enough to free his cock from the tight restraints of his briefs. You’d never see a cock in real life before, not even your boyfriend’s. Namjoon had been serious about staying pure.

Shamefully so, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from it as Taehyung gave himself a few lazy pumps, rolling his palm around the head. It looked so much larger than you’d expected, both in length and girth, though you had literally nothing to compare it to.

“Unbuckle yourself and come here.”

Was it wrong that the thing you were worried about was how unsafe this was, rather than the fact that you were being unfaithful to your boyfriend?

Leaning over the center console, you paused before reaching Taehyung’s crotch. Anxiety was ripping through your body; you felt like you could hardly breathe. Taehyung’s eyes flitted down to look at you in his lap, noticing that you were freezing up. With his eyes returning to the road, he reached out to slowly push your head closer to his cock.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

You did as you were told and let out a small whimper when Taehyung tapped the head of his cock against your tongue. He gave you a few more taps, rubbing the tip over the surface of your outstretched tongue. It tasted salty, but not gross like the horror stories made you believe.

“Do not fucking bite me,” he warned.

“I won’t.” You wouldn’t have dared to do so nor would you have wanted to, but the sternness of his tone made you nervous that you might somehow do it on accident.

Pushing down on your head, he guided your mouth onto his cock. You weren’t completely naive; you’d watched porn before. But once you had the head of Taehyung’s velvety cock pressed against your lips, you realized watching porn and actually sucking dick were very different.

“Fuck, suck in your cheeks when you go down,” he instructed, bucking up slightly once he felt you take his head in your mouth. You struggled to find the proper breathing pattern as you inched further, and you couldn’t figure out where to put your tongue. Gradually, your shame was morphing into embarrassment for having no idea what you were doing.

In reality, it didn’t matter if you were shit at this; Taehyung didn’t care. He was getting off on the knowledge that you were dating that bastard Kim Namjoon, yet Taehyung’s dick was the first one you’d ever had in your mouth.

“Go faster.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and showed you the pace that he wanted, guiding your head up and down his cock.

The sudden way he handled you made you cough around his cock, and Taehyung moaned from the vibration it created. You widened your eyes at the sound and you felt that familiar heat begin to pool in your center. Despite how sore your mouth and throat were becoming, the knowledge that you’d elicited such a response out of Taehyung had your pussy throbbing.

Your body was betraying you.

Taehyung squeezed tightly on the steering wheel, fighting his desire to fuck your mouth the way he wanted to. As you got closer to his apartment, Taehyung quickly pulled your hair to lift you away from his cock.

“Fuck, stop,” he hissed, returning both hands to the wheel. You stared at him, unsure of what you’d done. Had you accidentally used your teeth? You didn’t think so.

“Did I do something?” You hated how much you wanted his validation.

“I’m not finishing in your mouth.” Taehyung didn’t look at you as he spoke, instead focused on parking. “I’m gonna fucking fill you up, baby girl.”

You trembled at his words, a shaky hand reaching up to wipe your mouth before Taehyung was gesturing you to get out the car.

His apartment wasn’t anything spectacular. You recalled that his roommate was another guy you’d gone to high school with, one of the other boys who spent his days smoking in the bathroom with Taehyung instead of going to Calculus. They weren’t necessarily the school’s bad boys, but more so the school’s lost causes. Everyone was genuinely shocked when they graduated on time. Taehyung and Namjoon’s parents were friends, and you remembered Namjoon’s parents regularly commenting on Taehyung’s parents’ failure to properly parent their child.

“Taehyung is wasted potential,” Namjoon had told you after his fight with Taehyung the summer before freshman year of college. “He likes to ruin other people’s successes to make himself feel better about not amounting to anything.”

After Taehyung locked the apartment door behind him, he bent down to wrap an arm around your thighs and throw you over his shoulder. You squealed in shock, head reeling.

“You’re gonna wake up my roommate,” he warned. Being carried upside down didn’t give you a great opportunity to take a good look around Taehyung’s apartment, but he wasn’t bringing you over to have you inspect his interior design skills.

Kicking his bedroom door open, Taehyung threw you onto his bed. You watched as he began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the floor once he’d gotten it off.

“Strip,” he commanded offhandedly, his fingers trailing down to his jeans. The only sound in the room was your nervous breathing and Taehyung slowly pulling his zipper down. Pushing off his jeans, he kicked them off to the side along with his briefs.

You still hadn’t moved and Taehyung quirked his eyebrow at you. “What did I say?”

Hands still shaking, you began to undress yourself as you took in Taehyung’s naked body. You’d never seen a naked man in the flesh before nor had you ever been naked in front of one.

“Like what you see?” Taehyung smirked, and you quickly looked away. He was practically devouring you with his eyes as he pumped himself once more. “You’re not on the pill, are you?”

“No. I don’t have a reason to be.” You felt your face grow hot at how straightforward Taehyung was being about something so intimate. Yet you were sitting there, naked in his bed, so why were you so shocked?

You watched him retrieve a condom and slip it on, mentally taking note of the process for the future. Then he climbed onto the bed and parted your knees with his. Taehyung grabbed your chin and pressed his lips against yours, his fingers finding your center to prod into it, making quick scissoring motions that had you gasping.

“You’re going… too fast,” you rasped, knees squeezing against the outside of his thighs.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl and take it?” Despite his challenging remark, Taehyung slowed down his fingers to a more comfortable pace. You whimpered beneath him, feeling the hot spring coiling in the pit of your stomach tighten like it had at the nightclub. But before you could reach your climax again, Taehyung removed his fingers from inside you. You let out a frustrated cry and then immediately felt horrified by the way you’d been clinging to Taehyung with need. Now that you were face to face, Taehyung had a perfect view of your face fluctuating between desire and guilt.

“Y/N, don’t look so disappointed in yourself,” he cooed. He leaned down to nuzzle your neck, dipping his hot tongue into your collarbone. “Just think of it this way. Namjoon’s going to benefit from everything I can teach you.”

That certainly didn’t make you feel better at all, but you had little time to mull over what Taehyung had said. Your thoughts were interrupted by the head of his cock circling your swollen clit. Taehyung swiped his cock back and forth, making your legs shake.

“I want to hear you beg, baby girl. Tell me how much you need my cock.”

You bit your tongue and stared up into Taehyung’s blown out pupils. Your brain still wanted to fight him, even in the position you were in. But your body was already gone.

“Please,” you rasped, the desire to know everything Namjoon had kept from you taking over. “I need your cock, Taehyung.”

“But how much?” He slipped the head of his cock inside of you and you moaned at the sudden pressure.

“More than I should,” you panted.

Taehyung smirked, satisfied with that answer. Slowly, he sunk his cock into your pussy, mindful of the way you tensed when the stretch of his cock seared into your tight muscles.

“Fuck, Y/N.” A deep, guttural moan fell from his lips once he bottomed out and he could barely contain himself with your heat so tightly sucking him in. “You feel even better than I expected.”

It took everything in Taehyung’s power to go slow, pulling out until only his head remained inside of you, before easing his way back in again. He maintained that pace with his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of your head and your legs wrapped around his waist. You cried out at the overwhelming feeling inside of you, every nerve in your body stimulated by the sensual pace.

He let out a shaky breath in the crook of your neck as you squeezed around his cock. “Good girl. Do that again,” he groaned.

You swelled at the praise, especially since you hadn’t meant to do anything at all; it’d been natural. You did as you were told and earned another shaky breath from Taehyung. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusting, hips snapping into yours with enough force to make your tits jiggle against his chest.

Another moan erupted from you, though you tried to hold it in.

“Don’t act like that. I wanna hear you.” Taehyung flicked his tongue against your earlobe as he growled into your ear. “Tell me how you feel.”

“I’m gonna come again.” Again, you obeyed, though barely choking out a response. You thought you were on the verge of tears from how good you felt and the overwhelming tension building inside of you.

“Good girl.” At your confession, Taehyung began thrusting into you even harder, the weight of his body as he pounded into you making the inside of your thighs sore. The consistent thrusts, combined with the drag of Taehyung’s pelvis on your clit, finally pushed you over the edge. You cried into his shoulder, nails digging into his back, as your muscles fluttered around him.

You weren’t expecting the level of sensitivity you felt as Taehyung continued to thrust into you after you came, but it made you squirm. Maybe this was the part of sex girls didn’t like. It was almost too much for your senses to handle.

Taehyung couldn’t believe Namjoon was willingly allowing himself to miss out on this.

“God fucking damn,” Taehyung shuddered, slowly losing the tempo he’d set. He bit your shoulder and sucked your skin into his mouth so hard you yelped. Eventually, his body tensed, and you felt him twitch inside you.

You closed your eyes, legs still shaking from the new sensations you’d experienced. You could understand why people were so sex-crazed. There wasn’t anything you’d felt like this before, not to mention the way your brain felt a dazed euphoria afterwards.

That is, until the reality set in about what you’d just done.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Taehyung kissed the hickey he’d sucked into your neck before lifting himself off of you to discard the condom. You’d known Taehyung since your freshman year of high school; his comment made you wonder if he’d longed for you for the entire six years you’d known each other.

You sat up tenderly, grimacing as you moved your legs. You didn’t want to think about how you were going to feel in the morning. Physically, emotionally.

Taehyung returned to his bedroom to find you with your bra and underwear on again.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” he mused, sitting down on the bed beside you. “A hit and run type of girl, huh?”

“No! I mean, I don’t know.” How were you to know? You’d always heard that type of person was cruel with other people’s feelings. “I just don’t like being naked.” This was something new you’d learned about yourself.

Clearly, Taehyung had no issue being naked. He leaned back in all his naked glory and watched you with amused eyes that were so different from the lust-filled smirks he’d given you all night. Maybe an orgasm made him less of a shithead.

“Why do you hate Namjoon so much?” You’d blurted out the question and immediately regretted it. All amusement from Taehyung’s face melted into a dark look of irritation and you worried he might yell at you.

“Namjoon is a liar and a manipulator,” Taehyung sneered. He stood up to put his briefs on and caught a quick glance of himself in the mirror to ruffle his hair back into a more put-together look.

“No he’s not. Namjoon is the nicest-”

“You don’t know what I know,” Taehyung interrupted you. He tossed your shirt and skirt back to you and you appreciated that he made the effort to retrieve them for you, despite his rude accusations against your boyfriend.

“And what do you know?” You pulled your shirt over your head.

“He cheated. On everything.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes when you opened your mouth to protest, so you shut your lips very quickly. “Cheated on his homework, all his exams, even the fucking ACT to get into Harvard. Yet he acts like Mr. Perfect all the time.”

“Why would I even believe you?” The more clothes you had on, the bolder you were getting, apparently.

“Because me and Jungkook were the ones giving him all the answers.”

Jungkook? You tilted your head to the side, but Taehyung beat you to your question.

“My roommate. You know him. You had AP English with us.” Taehyung jabbed his thumb towards the wall which you assumed had Jungkook’s bedroom on the other side. “Namjoon would pay us for it. He was clever, I’ll give him that much. He knew no one would believe a pair of worthless pieces of shit like us if we tried to snitch.”

You could hear the bitter hurt in Taehyung’s voice; against your better judgment, it tugged at your heartstrings. Why were you believing him?

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Your fingers shook as you pulled on your skirt, eyes pleading with Taehyung to be lying. He had to be lying.

“Did you know I got a full ride to Dartmouth?”

You shook your head slowly. That definitely had to be a lie. Taehyung had been one of the worst students at your high school. At least, that’s what Namjoon had said. You never really interacted with Taehyung on a personal level.

“They rescinded my offer when our school notified them that I’d gotten suspended for getting into that fucking fight with your innocent Joonie when Jungkook said he was going to tell everyone about all the cheating,” Taehyung hissed. “I bet Namjoon didn’t tell you that.”

Your head was spinning from the sudden narrative that fit nothing you’d heard from Namjoon. There was no way any of it was true.

“How is it that Namjoon walked away from that without so much as a slap on the wrist even though he’d thrown the first punch? His fucking parents paid off the principal. Then they admitted it to my parents later, as an “apology” when they found out Dartmouth let me go.”

You had gone to a rather expensive private school, so the idea that the administration was corrupt wasn’t that shocking. Still, it didn’t make any sense. Namjoon was so smart; he didn’t need other people to help him achieve anything.

But there were parts of it that did make sense. It was mean the way Namjoon had a superiority complex, especially when directed at Taehyung who was supposed to be a family friend. And you were reminded of the fact that his first year of Harvard hadn’t been the greatest, but everyone blamed it on the new environment of college. Namjoon just needed time to adjust, right? And now that you thought about it, you remembered having multiple classes with Taehyung - and you were exclusively in APs and Honors.

When you never responded, Taehyung got up with a sigh. He turned to his favorite way to relieve stress, aside from sex - weed.

“Do you care?” he asked, lifting up the blunt he was rolling from atop his dresser.

“No,” you finally spoke.

Taehyung returned to sit on the bed next to you. He lifted the lighter to the blunt in his mouth, taking a few puffs to get the fire going.

“You don’t have to believe me,” he said after a few hits. With the blunt pinched between his index finger and thumb, he handed it out to you. You stared at it for a moment, eventually taking it because why the fuck not? You were already screwed.

“I just find it interesting how he’s always been so concerned about controlling your decisions when you don’t know anything about what he does when you’re not around. But that’s men, right? Can’t trust us.” Taehyung took the blunt from you after you hit it.

His words made your stomach twist because he’d hit on something you’d never verbalized but had struggled with for a long time: why did Namjoon treat you like you were stupid? The way he treated Taehyung and how he treated you were beginning to feel a bit too similar.

“You’re not very trustworthy either, are you?” The amused look was back in Taehyung’s face and he swiped his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he smirked.

“Shut up,” you snapped.

“Y’know, I thought about telling Namjoon about this.”

You widened your eyes at Taehyung, the churning in your stomach flipping so badly you felt like you were going to throw up.

“Taehyung… please…”

“Don’t worry, baby girl. Your secret is safe with me.” Taehyung crossed his index finger against his chest in an “X”. “I decided I’d have more fun knowing what Namjoon doesn’t.”

By some evil irony, your phone began vibrating on Taehyung’s nightstand. He took a look at the caller ID and the biggest grin spread across his face as he handed it to you.

Incoming Call from Joonie💖

“Oh my god,” you whispered, staring up at Taehyung. He was sucking away on the blunt with a twinkle in his eyes, clearly enjoying your panic.

You had no option but to answer. Apparently, Namjoon had texted you thirty times and had already called you four times. You’d just been too busy getting fucked to notice.

“Hi Joonie,” you said with as perky of a voice as you could muster.

“Babe! I was looking at your location, where the fuck are you? Why didn’t you answer me?”

You slouched, chest caving in as Namjoon’s frustration seeped through the phone. You hated when he raised his voice at you. And of course you’d forgotten that he could see your location on his phone; he’d insisted that you turned on that feature when he went off to college.

“I’m at my coworker’s. A group of us went out, but she wanted to go back home…” You avoided Taehyung’s gaze, though you knew he had his eyes on nothing but you.

“Which coworker?”

“You don’t know her…” You chewed on your lip and prayed Namjoon would let it go.

But of course he wouldn’t. “Who?”

“Jackie! She threw up and I’m helping her! I really need to go back to her, but I can call you in the morning, okay?”

Namjoon was silent for a moment, and you knew you’d crossed a line. You were being pushy with him. Being too independent for your own good.

“Fine. We will discuss this in the morning.”

He hung up before you could say anything else.

“This is all your fault.” You jabbed your finger into Taehyung’s chest, but all he did was grin. Ignoring him again, you frantically texted Jackie, trying to find a way to have her cover for you without bringing up the fact that you’d cheated on your boyfriend.

“I don’t know why you put up with his shit,” Taehyung mumbled around the blunt and shrugged when you refused to answer him. He probably thought you were being difficult, but in reality you didn’t have an answer for him. Nothing that felt convincing anymore.

“I need to go.” Your first attempt at standing up was a failure; your legs felt like jelly beneath you. That only added to Taehyung’s amusement, and his already inflated ego. Your second attempt was more successful, and you made your way to Taehyung’s front door without needing help.

“Do you want me to drop you off?”

“No,” you snapped. “I’m taking an Uber.”

“Suit yourself.” Taehyung leaned his shoulder against the wall while you ordered the Uber on your phone.

You went to open the door, but Taehyung reached out to gently grip your chin. He lifted it up and pressed his lips into yours. Sliding his hand from your chin to the back of your head, Taehyung deepened the kiss. His lips seared into yours, lighting a pulsing heat that spread throughout your body.

“If you ever need a break from your perfect life with Kim Namjoon, you know where to find me.” And with that, he opened his front door for you to step out.

You slid into the backseat of the Uber and watched the cityscape through the window, passing by much slower than it had when Taehyung was driving. Looking down, you unlocked your phone to clear out all the messages from Namjoon, too tired to look through whatever he’d had to say. But one message from an unknown number that was sent while you were still at Taehyung’s apartment caught your eye.

Unknown [1:18] namjoon has no idea how good he’s got it

You stared at the message the entire ride home, and still didn’t know what to say by the time you’d collapsed in your bed. Finally deciding on something, you let out a nervous exhale and hit send.

[1:34] Go to bed Taehyung

You hadn’t expected an immediate response, but you’d been granted one.

Unknown [1:34] it would be a lot easier if you were with me

If you were going to hell, you might as well go all out, right?

[1:35] Come over then

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fredericbrumby · 19 days ago

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Les couleurs de la ville

Ybbsstraße

1020

Wien/Vienne

Österreich/Autriche

5076

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xomakara · 11 months ago

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Tides of Rivalry

(re-posting from my old account seulrinnie-rinrin/xomakara-secondary)

SUMMARY | You and Hongjoong have a rivalry to be the best captain of the High Seas. You constantly bicker with each other but you both hold high respect for each other. You both get stranded on an island and then feelings ensue.

PAIRING | Hongjoong/Reader

GENRE | piratecaptain!Hongjoong, piratecaptain!Reader, smut with no (maybe a little) plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), vaginal sex

RATING | Mature, 18+, MDNI

LENGTH | 5076 words

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AUTHOR’S NOTE | Here's Pirate Captain Hongjoong! My ending could be better hahaha. But I hope you enjoy nevertheless.

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“I’m going to kill you, Kim Hongjoong.” You muttered.

“Assuming we get out alive.” Hongjoong teased.

You and Hongjoong stood back to back, arms bound and tied together, standing on a plank about thirty feet above the ground, hanging over the side of a ship. With a huff of annoyance, you tried to kick his back leg.

“Ow! Watch it.” Hongjoong said, wincing at your kick. “We don’t want to fall overboard now do we?”

“It's your goddamn fault we’re in this mess.” You exclaimed. “Whose wonderful idea was it to play cards and then lose? Now look where we are.”

“It wasn’t my idea to bet everything I had on that cursed card game either. It’s all because of you and your shitty luck.” Hongjoong sighed.

You narrowed your eyes, struggling to look at his face. “My luck is better than your shitty, shitty luck.” You challenged, butting the back of his head with yours.

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, sweetheart.” He teased.

“Oi oi oi! Cut that out or I will cut you.” You threatened.

“How can you when we’re both tied up?” Hongjoong laughed. “Hey at least I’ll die with a beautiful woman.”

“Ha ha. Funny joke.” You managed to mumble through laughter. “At least you have a pretty face to die with.”

How you and Hongjoong ended up walking the plank together was beyond ridiculous. They say it happens when two people come together under unusual circumstances. You were playing cards with Hongjoong and some other pirate captains when one captain (Hongjoong) got too cocky and lost his entire fortune to you. But as fate was cruel, you also lost all your money to another captain who seemingly hated yours and Hongjoong’s guts.

You don’t know how it happened. You’re drinking and playing cards with the other captains, bickering with Hongjoong and all of a sudden you’re tied up alongside him, standing on a piece of wood, staring down thirty feet below.

“You and your shitty luck.” You groaned.

“You lost too, sweetheart.” He reminded you.

“Yeah, well so did you!” You retorted.

“And now we’re both stuck here because of our bad luck.” He shrugged. “Life’s a bitch.”

“I can’t believe I might fall to my death with fucking sharks swimming down there with you!” You exclaimed, letting out a groan.

“Awh sweetheart, it’s okay to admit that you like me.” Hongjoong chuckled.

“Oh fuck off.” You mumbled.

“If we were on land, I’d definitely go fuck off. You can join me.” Hongjoong laughed.

“No way.” You snapped.

“Come on. Let’s just admit that we’re attracted to each other.” Hongjoong encouraged.

“What?! Are you crazy?! We are supposed to hate each other!” You yelled.

“Really? Because all those mean things you say to me are making me really think otherwise.” Hongjoong pointed out.

“You would probably try to seduce me if we weren’t on a bloody plank.” You said.

“And what makes you think I wouldn’t?” He asked, cocking his eyebrow.

The crew of the ship that held you and Hongjoong hostage watched your little exchange from afar, with varying degrees of shock, disgust, amusement and disbelief. After a while, they were even trying to figure out what to do with the two of you.

A crewman looked at his captain, gesturing towards you and Hongjoong, and he gave a shrug. “Is that normal, Captain? Most folks would be scared to fall to their death but those two… I swear they almost seem excited.”

His captain shook his head. “Those two are always like that. Rival captains with friendly banter between them. Even after all these years, it’s not going to change anytime soon. I guess they both can’t resist teasing each other no matter what kind of situation they’re in.”

You and Hongjoong didn’t stop talking. Your antics were getting increasingly childish and immature but at least you were distracting yourself from thinking about falling off the ship to your certain death. In fact, every time one of the sailors glanced at the two of you, you'd both yell out ‘The hell you looking at!?’ and scare the shit out of them. The reactions of the crewmen were priceless. They shuddered, took a step backwards and then hurriedly returned to whatever they were doing.

“How sad is it that two pirate captains are stuck in this predicament?” You sighed.

“But hey, at least it’s better than being stuck alone right? At least we have each other.” Hongjoong smiled.

You rolled your eyes. “I would rather have another captain than you.”

“I’m sure there are plenty of pretty ladies who would love to relieve themselves with me, but none of them can compare to you.” Hongjoong jokes. “You’re the only female captain I would die for.”

“That's what you say." You snorted. "Until the next girl comes along and you forget all about me."

"There's no other girl that is a pirate captain. So you'll always be special to me." He argued.

“Nope. Not happening. I’ve had enough flirting for today.” You scoffed. You started to yell, hoping that the captain of this ship would hear you. "Yah! Chan-ah! Are you seriously gonna make Hongjoong and I stand here all day?!"

"What did we do to deserve this, kid?!" Hongjoong yelled out.

Chan, the captain of this ship, rolled his eyes. "Yah, I'm older than you!"

"By a fucking year!" Hongjoong shouted.

"Can't you guys shut up already?" Chan sighed. "If I agree to untie you, will you two shut up?"

"No guarantee!" You yelled back.

"Okay. If you won't shut up, then I'll just have one of my guys push you into the water. Then maybe you'll both shut up." Chan warned.

“Go ahead! Push us into the water! That will teach us both a lesson.” You swore, fighting hard against your bonds. “Do it! Fucking push us both into the ocean.”

“Oooh, scary!” Hongjoong laughed. “So dramatic. Chan, you know Y/N and I don't die easily."

“Then let’s prove it. What do you say, boys? Do you wanna give it a shot?” Chan asked his men.

The men on board raised their weapons. “Ready when you are, sir!”

"Push 'em." Chan ordered. Without any hesitation, one of Chan's men shoved the two of you off the plank, pushing you both over the edge.

"God fucking dammit!" You heard Hongjoon scream.

Your stomach dropped out when you felt your body falling. You closed your eyes tightly, holding your breath as you fell.

"Noooo!" You screamed. "Nooo! God damn it!"

Suddenly you heard a loud splash, followed by cheering. Everyone on board started to laugh and applaud. You couldn't believe what just happened. You and Hongjoong, still tied together, were kicking your feet in the water, fighting desperately to stay afloat. You opened your eyes just in time to see Chan grinning at you, clapping his hands and yelling "Perfect! That's what I wanted!"

"Fuck you!" You yelled as you and Hongjoong watched the ship sail away, leaving you both to fight for survival.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Calm down, Y/N." Hongjoong watched as you burst into anger. "The beach didn't do anything to you."

You and Hongjoong managed to swim to a deserted island nearby despite being tied together. It took a bit of teamwork, lots of yelling and splashing water around but somehow you made it there. As you both landed on shore, Hongjoong managed to find a sharp enough rock to cut your ropes loose. With your wrists free, you immediately stood up on shaky legs and let out a scream.

You continued to scream until you angerly plopped on the ground. You punched the dirt with your fist. You stared angrily at the ocean, cursing everything under the sun.

"I hate the whole world right now." You muttered, voice hoarse from screaming.

Hongjoong sat next to you, giving you a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

"I hate all pirates. And the sea. And the air. And nature. And life. I hate it all." You huffed.

"Stop being dramatic." Hongjoong mumbled. "We should probably find some shelter before it gets dark. There are usually a few caves around here."

"Fine. But you're building the fire. I'm tired of life." You grumbled.

Hongjoong chuckled. "I'll take care of it. You can rest."

You sighed in relief, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. You scanned the horizon, watching the setting sun dip into the ocean. "Let's go find some cave." You said.

"Alright." Hongjoong agreed.

Both of you picked up the pace, running towards the nearest mountains in hopes of finding a cave. Luckily you found a nice sized cave hidden among the rocks, big enough to accommodate the both of you. As soon as you entered the cave, you crawled inside first, laying down on the floor and covering your face with your hands.

"Thank god." You whispered to yourself.

"I think I'll sleep outside tonight." Hongjoong suggested.

"Get in here, Hongjoong." You rolled your eyes. "It's cold outside. Don't be such a baby. I don't need Seonghwa and the rest of your crew jumping down my throat for letting you sleep out there."

"Fine." He conceded as he entered the cave. "I know a better way to stay warm."

"I will punch you if you suggest sleeping together." You threatened.

"I can take you." He joked.

"You must have a death wish." You laughed.

"It's either you or the sharks out there." Hongjoong shrugged as he gathered the items to create the fire. "Now get out of those wet clothes so you don't get sick. Don't want your crew to worry about you."

You sighed. "Why do you always have to be so responsible?"

"Hey, we might be pirates, but I care about all my crew members." He defended himself. "It's the least I could do for people I consider family. You and I might be rival captains but I care about you as well. We started this journey, this rivalry since we left our little village all those years ago. We may fight each other but deep down, we're still friends. You know how I feel about you."

"Yeah, you're right." You admitted. "Sometimes I get caught up in the fighting. Sometimes I forget that we're also good friends because we're also rivals. Yeah, sometimes I need a reminder."

As the fire warmed the cave, you stared at the burning flames, slowly making your way towards sleep. You still shivered because your back was exposed to the cold night air.

Hongjoong noticed your discomfort and opened his arms. "Y/N, come here."

"Hmmph." You refused before slowly inching your way towards him. "Fine. Just this one time."

"Good girl." Hongjoong smiled. "Come here."

Hongjoong wrapped you in his arms and you couldn't help but let out a sigh when your back was finally covered by the warmth of his chest. "Feels better, doesn't it?" He teased.

You let out a small nod, burrowing deeper into his embrace.

"You know, I enjoy our rivalry and bickering but sometimes I miss the days where we would talk about random things like the weather and ask each other about our families." He continued. "We used to do that back home. Back when we were kids."

"Yeah... I miss that too..." You admitted.

"Those days were good." He said softly. "Being together and talking about nonsense, playing with animals... It made us happy. Not that I'm happy now. I love being with my crew but..."

He paused, hesitating to continue. "You know... A part of me wishes we could turn back time. Go back to those times where it was just you and me. Those simple days when we would run through fields chasing butterflies."

"Me too...We're different people now. We're captains of our own crew and ships. We have people that depend on us and the feeling of responsibility weighs heavily on our shoulders." You turn your head to look at him, his eyes soft. "Sometimes I envy you. You're not burdened with anything. Everything you touch turns to gold. The sun rises for you, the moon follows behind. All of your dreams become reality."

"Even though I have shitty, shitty luck?" He laughed lightly.

"You have everything. I mean, you have me and your crew. You've built a legacy and reputation and everything else. You're the better pirate captain between us. I wish I could be half as successful as you are. I wish I could live as peacefully as you do. As far as I know, you haven't lost a single battle. No matter how many ships you take from others, they still admire you."

"Hey, you're a good captain too." He reassured. "Don't compare yourself to me. You've achieved much more than I ever did."

You shrugged. "You're only saying that to make me feel better."

He shook his head. "You're the one who started comparing ourselves to each other in the first place."

You blushed. "You never stop surprising me, you know that? Every time I think I know you well, you throw something new at me."

"Well, it's kind of true." He admitted. "Whenever you see someone you consider your rival succeed, it makes you want to strive even harder. Maybe that's why I do it. To inspire you. To make us better people."

You let out a small laugh, shifting closer to his warmth. "Have you ever thought about what we would be doing if we never became pirates? Where would we be right now?"

"Wherever we end up, we'd still be together. Wouldn't we?" Hongjoong assured. "Whatever happens, we'll be fine. Together, no matter what."

He pulled you close to him and you rested your head on his shoulder. You let out a sigh of contentment as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heart against your ear. You never realized how soothing it was to listen to his heartbeat until now. You curled up tighter in his embrace and tried to sleep, snuggling closer to him as his warm arm wrapped around your waist.

"Hongjoong?"

"Hmm?"

"Even if we had a crappy past few days...I wouldn't want to experience this moment with anyone else but you."

He gave you a sweet smile. "Same here."

And with that, the two of you drifted into slumber.

You and Hongjoong managed to survive the night without incident. In the morning, you woke up to the smell of food cooking and Hongjoong sitting cross legged in front of a small table, cooking something over the fire.

"Where'd you find the food?" You asked as you sat up.

"Fish." Hongjoong explained as he handed you a piece of cooked fish. "I was hungry so I went fishing while you slept."

"Mmmm...thought I would never see the day where Captain Hongjoong would be feeding me fish." You smirked as you chewed on the fish.

Hongjoong let out a laugh. "I can't let the precious Captain Y/N starve."

"So, are we gonna be stuck here for a while?" You asked.

"Probably." Hongjoong replied. "Seonghwa and the guys will probably find us. Your crew is probably on the search as well. They wouldn't give up looking for us."

"Well, it seems like we're going to be living in a cave for a while." You shrugged. "Maybe we should do some exploring of this island. See what we can find. How about we start searching later today?"

"Sounds good to me." Hongjoong agreed.

The two of you spent most of the day exploring the island, finding a lot of herbs, berries and edible plants. By noon, both of you decided to return to the cave.

You and Hongjoong both sat down in front of the fire, staring intently at the red hot embers. Hongjoong looked serious, examining every detail of the fire. He stirred the ashes occasionally, breaking them apart. When the ash cooled off, he added more wood, creating another round of flames. After a few minutes, the logs burnt completely.

"Are you okay?" You asked, sensing that something was bothering him.

"What do you mean?" He asked curiously.

"You seem really focused on the fire." You observed. "Is there something wrong?"

Hongjoong paused. "Just a bit." He answered honestly. "Can't quite put my finger on it."

"That's okay." You smiled. "If you need to talk about it, I'm here for you."

"Thanks." He smiled back.

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. Both of you stared into the fire, reflecting on your memories. Some good, some bad. But they were memories nonetheless.

You couldn't remember how long you stared at the fire. All you knew was that it felt as if the world stopped moving. The fire provided the only light, preventing you from being able to tell time.

All of a sudden, you felt a warm hand resting on your thigh.

"What are you thinking about?" Hongjoong whispered, pulling you closer to him.

"Nothing." You lied.

"Lie." Hongjoong smirked. "I can tell you're lying."

"Okay, fine." You pouted. "I'm thinking about my life."

"I figured as much." Hongjoong chuckled. "Do you regret coming with me? Becoming a pirate? Everything we've been through?"

"Sometimes." You confessed. "But sometimes, I feel like I made the right decision. It's weird because usually, when I think of regrets, it's when I was younger. Whenever I thought of a future without you, it was hard for me to breathe. I guess now that I'm older, I've grown stronger and learned how to deal with life on my own."

"You don't need to prove yourself to me." Hongjoong assured. "I'm already proud of the person you've become. Even though we fight and argue, I'm glad that you chose to follow your dreams and work towards achieving them. Even though we're rivals, I'm proud of you. You're smart, beautiful, ambitious and driven. You're such a great person, Y/N."

You turned to face him. His gaze held so much warmth. It enveloped you and filled you with comfort. "Hongjoong?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think you and I will have a future together?" You asked softly. "A future where we aren't always fighting on who has the best crew, the best ship, or who is the better pirate?"

"Why do you ask?" He asked.

"Because I want to spend my life with you." You let out a small laugh. "It just got me thinking that all these squabbles and random bickering might disappear one day. One day, we might just wake up one day and realize that we fell in love with each other and decided to spend the rest of our lives together."

"Y/N." Hongjoong murmured softly.

"What?" You questioned, turning to look at him.

His expression softened and he slowly brought his lips to meet yours. He didn't speak. Instead, he simply placed his hand gently on the side of your cheek and kissed you deeply.

When you finally came up for air, you stared into his eyes. A tiny flutter in your stomach told you that this wasn't the last time you'd be kissing him.

"I knew you liked me." Hongjoong smiled, cupping your chin in his hand.

"Shut up." You laughed lightly.

"Come on." Hongjoong grabbed your hand. "Let's go explore the rest of this island. There's gotta be something here worth our time."

The two of you began walking around the island again. But this time, it was more of an intimate walk, holding hands and sneaking kisses whenever you felt like it. You found it funny how quickly things changed between the two of you. Not that it was a bad thing. Hongjoong certainly didn't seem to mind either way.

After a few hours of exploration, the two of you returned to the cave. The sun was beginning to set and both of you decided to rest.

Hongjoong walked over to the fire pit and lit a fresh batch of embers, creating enough heat to keep you warm during the night. You walked over to sit next to him and he wrapped his arms around you. You settled in his embrace, feeling safe and comfortable.

Both of you stared at the burning embers, watching them dance around in the wind.

"You know," You said, causing Hongjoong to turn his attention away from the fire to look down at you. "I'm feeling rather cold here."

"Oh really?" Hongjoong teased. "What do you propose we should do, Captain Y/N?"

You smirked playfully. "Why don't you tell me, Captain Hongjoong."

"Well..." He trailed off.

"I'm waiting." You teased.

"How about I keep you warm tonight?" He offered.

You giggled. "Hmmmm....I think I like the sound of that."

"You won't regret it." Hongjoong grinned.

And with that, he wrapped his arms around you and lowered his lips to meet yours. The kiss was gentle and tender. He ran his fingers through your hair as he continued to kiss you. And before you knew it, you were lost in a passionate haze.

Your hands ran through his hair, fiddling with his soft strands. You pressed your body closer to his, letting your tongue slip into his mouth, tasting his breath.

Before long, the two of you were making out by the fire, losing track of everything except each other. Your legs intertwined with his, your arms entwined with his. Soon, you were straddling him, grinding your hips against his.

In his eagerness to make love to you, Hongjoong slid your shirt off of your shoulders, slipping it over your head and onto the ground. His hands explored your chest, his fingertips grazing across your hardened nipples. Your breathing became ragged as his touch grew more insistent. He sucked your breast into his mouth, making sure not to miss any part of it. You moaned loudly as his tongue circled around your sensitive nipple. You clutched at his hair, pulling him closer to you.

"Hongjoong..." You let out a sigh as you felt his hands gently caressing your sides. "Please..."

He continued playing with your breasts, taking his time and paying special attention to your nipples. He pinched them gently, sucking harder at your breasts. With his tongue still circling around your nipple, he used his teeth to gently bite down, sending chills throughout your entire body.

Your breathing increased. Every touch, every lick, every tug sent tingles throughout your body. You clung to him, desperately trying to control your trembling legs. Hongjoong broke away slightly, tugging his shirt off, before continuing to ravage your breasts. His tongue now plunged into your mouth, leaving a trail of wetness along your neck. You shivered as his warm breath washed over your skin. His hands gently massaged your back as his thumbs grazed down the middle of your spine. Your head fell back and you closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan.

Suddenly, you heard a soft whimper escape from your lips. "Hongjoong...please..."

It took a few minutes for him to remove the rest of his and your clothes, leaving you both naked. Neither of you bothered to hide anything anymore. You just wanted to feel each other. Your hands moved swiftly over his body, touching every inch you could reach.

Hongjoong's hands ran down your body, stopping at your waist. He pulled you down and began to passionately kiss you again. Your hands were buried deep within his hair, his strong hands firmly gripping your hips. His erection pressed into your stomach, forcing your breathing to become even heavier.

Before you knew it, you were sitting up, straddling him and slowly lowering yourself down onto him. He gasped, biting his lip as he felt your tight muscles squeeze around his hardness. You both moaned at the same time.

With your eyes locked onto his, you began riding him, using your hips to grind against his arousal. His hands rested on your hips, gently guiding you up and down. Your breaths became ragged, your heart rate increased rapidly. Every moment seemed to pass too quickly. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, whispering softly in his ear.

"Fuck...you feel amazing." Hongjoong murmured, running his hands up and down your back. "So tight and hot...can't believe you fit me so perfectly."

He kissed you roughly, pushing you back down onto him, moaning into your mouth as you slowly rode him. He gripped the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, plunging his tongue inside of your mouth. He rolled his hips, giving you more friction against him. As you rode him, Hongjoong peppered kisses down your neck, nibbling at your shoulder blades. The moans that escaped your lips caused him to smile.

He leaned back, looking down at you, watching you ride him. "Y/N..." He breathed. "Look at me."

Slowly, you looked up into his dark brown eyes. They had a mix of lust, desire and affection. Your hands moved from his neck, stroking his jawline, tilting his head slightly so that you could kiss him properly. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, mingling with his. His arms encircled your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he bit down gently on your lower lip. You sighed softly as you rocked your hips faster against his arousal.

Hongjoong couldn't help but groan in pleasure. "You're driving me fucking crazy, Y/N." He whispered.

"Me too..." You whispered back, arching your back and meeting his thrusts with your own. Your breasts bounced with every thrust.

As the two of you fucked by the fire, the glittering stars above glittered in their perfection. Hongjoong kept you in his arms as you slowly sank down on him, moaning and groaning in pleasure. He licked his lips as he looked down at you, completely mesmerized by your beauty.

He never imagined falling in love with someone like you. Never thought that anyone would make him feel this way. This wasn't just a simple infatuation. It was something else entirely. Love. You made him feel complete. Complete happiness. Complete satisfaction. Complete trust. Complete adoration.

You laid your head on his shoulder, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. He hummed in pleasure, moving his hands up and down your back, grabbing your ass and lifting you slightly off of him. He let out a soft grunt as you impaled yourself on him once more.

"Don't stop...please..." You begged, raising your head and locking your gaze with his. "Just...don't stop."

He held himself inside of you, rocking gently against you. "I can't...let you go, Y/N." He whispered, panting heavily.

"Don't...please..." You begged. "Hongjoong...fuck..."

"I want to fuck you all night, Y/N." He panted. "All day, all week...all month, all year. I want to spend every second of my life with you. In the good times, in the bad times. The times when you smile, the times when you cry. You're all I want, all I need, Y/N. Do you understand? All I want is you. Forever."

"I love you." You whispered.

"Say it again." He demanded.

"I love you, Hongjoong." You repeated.

"Say it louder." He growled.

"I love you!" You shouted, closing your eyes and grinding your hips against him even faster.

"That's right." He murmured, tightening his grip on your hips. "Love me. Fuck me. Just like this."

His grip tightened on your hips as he pounded into you harder. The sound of your grunts filled the air. His face was flushed and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. His entire body tensed up, as he prepared to release himself inside of you.

"Cum for me, love." He whispered. "Let me hear you cum for me."

"Hongjoong! Fuck!" You cried, burying your face in his shoulder as you screamed out in ecstasy.

As the climax built up within him, he pushed into you one last time, gasping and grunting as he released his seed inside of you. He moaned in bliss as he came hard inside of you.

You sat up in his embrace, kissing him lightly on the lips. Both of you caught your breath, before he chuckled lightly.

"The High Seas can wait another night." He smiled.

"But what about the fact that the sun will rise soon?" You laughed.

"It'll give us plenty of time to make love again." He winked.

"Captain Hongjoong." You purred, before pressing your lips to his again. “You know how to spoil a woman.”

The next morning, you and Hongjoong were strolling along the beach when you heard screaming. You and Hongjoong turned to look at the person, eyes widening in surprise and relief.

"Captain!"

"Captain Y/N!"

You and Hongjoong rushed towards your crews, Hongjoong getting engulfed by his men and you in yours. They all had big smiles on their faces.

"Captain Y/N!" One of your crewmembers exclaimed, throwing his arms around you. "I'm so happy you're still alive! We've been worried sick!"

"Are you guys alright?" You asked, gently patting one of your men on the shoulder.

"Yeah, we're fine. Got some nasty cuts and bruises though." A man replied.

"But..."

"But?" You looked at them.

"The ship...she's wrecked." Another crewmember spoke up. "Everything's gone."

You opened your mouth to speak, but found that no words would come out. Hongjoong placed a gentle hand on your arm, squeezing it reassuringly.

"You and your crew always have a place with us. You're family now." He smiled. "We can find you a new ship to sail on, if you'd like."

"What if I wanted to stay with you forever?" You asked, unable to contain your grin. "Be your co-captain?"

"Of course, Y/N." He grinned back, turning to look at your crew. "You all are welcome to join my crew or leave. You won't be punished either way."

"We'll go wherever our captain goes!" The crew member who had spoken first declared proudly.

"Great." Hongjoong said happily as he pulled you close to him. He kissed your forehead. "Then let's set sail for a new adventure together."

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If There Is Light, It Will Find You {Adam Stanheight) {Part ii}

Sequel To: Pull The Thorns Straight From Your Heart Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 5076 Summary: Recovering from a kidnapping by a serial killer isn't easy, but you and Adam make it work. Notes: SMUT, bad fruit-based flirting, insecurity, talk of scars. Accompaniment: Stellar by Incubus.

It was an easy decision to make - moving away from New Jersey after Adam had recovered. He felt traumatized whenever he was inside of the apartment, he confessed this to you though he hadn’t needed to, it was evident from every expression his face had whenever he was indoors. He didn’t sleep well, and neither did you. Being drugged, even though you were already asleep at the time, had caused you to become paranoid. Your sleep became so light, that a car passing outside could wake you up. It was not a healthy environment for either of you anymore.

It was an easy decision, quitting your job. It wasn’t as if you had a specialty job, or like you were particularly important to the company that you worked for. Just your standard, run-of-the-mill job that was highly unlikely to ever turn into a career. Not somewhere that you wanted to be ten years from now. So you took this as an opportunity to not only get away, but as a chance to rise up. Adam wasn’t going to go back to private investigating, not with how much trouble it had gotten him into before, so he had nothing to lose by leaving, either. Just the two of you - travelling to find a new home together. And fate - along with a friend - had helped to pick it for you.

You had the privilege of meeting Dr. Lawrence Gordon after Adam had come out of the hospital. He had to amputate his own foot to get out of a trap, so he and Adam had told you, and had been found on the street with intense bloodloss, and transported to a nearby hospital where he was in and out of consciousness for days.

The doctor had been questioned intensely by police, as had his family, who were alright, thankfully. They explained all that this Zep man had done, and it became evident that the killing of him had been in self-defense, even if he was found not to have been the big bad in all of it. He would have killed the family, he would have killed Lawrence, and he would have killed Adam if it came down to it. So the Doctor had been let off of all charges, was going to serve no imprisonment, the only loss being his foot - and his family.

You found out that his family had not been killed, Alison and Diana making their way to a neighbours’ and had been able to call for help, and give their side of the story. But the information that Adam had found out about Lawrence’s affairs had also come out, and there was the threat of a heavy divorce over Lawrence’s head. As much as he wanted to fight for his family, he couldn’t, he wasn’t the same man that had been taken by the Jigsaw Killer. He loved them but - he could also see how things would be better if he wasn’t there, impeding on their lives anymore. The trauma had been too much for everybody, so Lawrence was letting Alison have it all. The house, alimony, full custody, everything that she wanted. All he asked for was permission to call and talk to Diana at least weekly, which was agreed upon.

After everything, Lawrence too felt the need to get out of the city, out of the state, out of the area entirely. He couldn’t stop looking at people’s faces and wondering - was this the killer, was that the killer, who was the person that put them through all of this?

Slowly, after a lot of looking things over, reading travel websites, looking at maps, calling hospitals and looking at job ads, a plan started to come forward. And that plan was Salt Lake City, Utah.

Not because it was an interesting, and bustling city - but because it was actually the opposite of that. And it felt far enough away that the chances of being found by the Killer if he decided to go after either Adam or Lawrence again, were next to none.

Adam sold whatever he could, packed the essentials, and left everything else outside on the curb for someone to take if they wanted it. You did the same, packing light for your new life in a different state, a fresh start. Your music, your clothes, a few odds and ends that had to do with your hobbies but the rest - the furniture - was left behind.

Salt Lake City - you and Adam found a decent apartment on a higher floor with better security than the one that you had left behind. It had a buzzer system, and cameras that showed the front lobby so you both felt like you had some semblance of control, some amount of safety - though you had talked to the landlord and added a deadbolt to your door just in case.

Lawrence had managed to find something himself, near the hospital where he would be starting his new job. It wasn’t that far from our new place either. It truly seemed as if Adam and Lawrence had trauma-bonded and you accepted the new friendship without an issue.

With the move came new jobs. You were able to find one that was more in the field that you had studied in during your school years, which was honestly wonderful, and which you actually woke up looking forward to. Adam - well, for now, he was a wedding photographer which wasn’t something that he particularly enjoyed but he had free food and his clients tended to be a lot more happy than the ones that he had as a private investigator.

There were good things, and there were bad things about the move, but that was the case with life in general. Still, it felt a lot better for the both of you to be out of the scope of New Jersey and New York, and all of the chaos that came with living there. You could finally sleep again - and Adam didn’t panic at the sight of a closed closet door.

You were laughing with Adam as you unpacked the bag from today’s thrifting haul. Your apartment was still bare bones, and needed some sprucing off, and you had decided to use what was left over from your paycheck to do just that. Adam was staring at you incredulously as you unpacked the wax fruit that you picked up.

“Now what is the point of that?” He asked, picking up the bananas. The wax was almost a little bit TOO yellow, obnoxiously colored even. It was a set of three, and more closely resembled a children’s drawing of the fruit rather than the real things. “I still can’t believe you spent actual money on that.”

“Because it makes me happy,” You said with a grin, pulling out the large fruit bowl that you had bought to go with it. “Plus, maybe it’ll remind me to put real fruit on the grocery list every once in a while.”

As you finished unpacking, you could see Adam moving out of the corner of your eye. You brought out the other more useful things - a paper-towel holder, some plates, salt and pepper shakers - focused mainly on your task until Adam cleared his throat to get your attention. As you looked up, you saw that he had use a pair of scissors to cut through the bananas and separate them at the stem. One was resting in the bowl while the other, he was dangling between two pears, making a lewd shape. You rolled your eyes and attempted to keep your chuckle in but - it was just really great to see him actually joking around and enjoying himself.

“Are you serious?" You asked, biting down on your lip, and finally let the laugh out. “How dare you taint my beautiful wax fruit with your perversions!”

“I’m not doing anything,” He grinned, smugly. “Just showcasing your odd purchases.”

The way that the fruit was jiggling, and the way that he was grinning - you couldn’t stop your own chuckles from coming through. “Okay, maybe they were a little bit ... silly. And a little bit odd. But you didn’t have to do that to them,my God,” You said, continuing to laugh, which just made his grin wider. He was looking quite proud of himself at this point.

“Finally, you see some sense,” He said, dropping the fruit down into the fruit bowl. It looked just as ridiculous laid out like that as it did in his hands. “I mean, if you wanted to look at that, you could have just asked me, baby. I’ll show you the real thing anytime.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and your heartbeat started to increase in speed.

This was the first time that he was seeming like the old Adam - comfortable, cocky, and more than a bit horny truth be told. It was the first time since the move that he had tried to initiate anything, other than just his boner up against his ass when he spooned you at night.

Adam was being cute. He was being flirty. And he was moving closer to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your shoulder. He turned his head, his nose nuzzling into your neck, inhaling some of the perfume that you had put on sparsely. It was an expensive bottle, given to you by Adam for Christmas the year before and you wanted it to last, while also wearing it as your signature scent. He hummed happily as he breathed the scent in, lips lightly kissing your neck. “I love the way you smell. Always so fucking good.”

“Please,” You said, softly, running your fingertips along his arms. These arms that you felt safe in, more than any others. Not even the warm, welcoming embrace of your family felt this secure.

“And...” Adam said, his voice muffled by your skin as he started to kiss it, making your eyes close, a shiver going up your spine. You knew what he wanted and you were going to give it to him.

“Thank you,” You smiled softly, leaning back against him. Your nails lightly raked at his skin, not leaving anything more substantial than little white lines on his pale skin. He kissed his way up to your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth.

“Good girl,” He admired with a pleased hum. His grip tightened on you and he started to sway back and forth as if there was music playing, but there was none. Only inside of his head. You moved along with him, your hips moving back and forth to match the rhythm that he had set. It felt good to dance again. To be carefree again. To be in his arms without it being because you were scared that he was going to be taken away from you. To just ... be.

The next bite that he took on your ear was enough to cause a shiver of arousal to move through your system. You haven’t felt it in quite some time. That and the way that he was clearly aroused himself, growing harder as he pressed up against you. His arms relented, and his hands moved to your hips instead to guide you in a small dance up against him. He growled as you rubbed yourself on him, knowing just the way that he liked it. Despite being familiar, it was far from boring. The heat had never left your relationship, the spark, the fire, it still burned bright. You moved your hands onto his hips too, sliding them up and down behind you, feeling the frame of his body through the jeans and tshirt that he wore. Casual clothes - and easy to take off. You hummed a song that you had been listening to on the radio a lot lately, letting yourself feel the beat, as you danced for him just there. In the safety of your own apartment, you might as well have been in a nightclub with the way that you were acting. His hands started to wander, going up your ribs and then onto your chest, which he started to squeeze, letting out a satisfied exhale. The support of his hands was better than any bra, and you leaned your head back to enjoy his touches.

“I do want to see the real thing,” You gasped, as his fingers managed to slide the front of your bra, and he cupped through the fabric of your shirt, his thumb finding your nipple. He was teasing it, circling it. “I want to feel the real thing. Please - Adam, baby, please -” You whimpered. Just how did he manage to turn you on so much in such a short amount of time?

Magic, or something along those lines. It had to be.

“Oh yeah?” He said, his breath hot, heavy against you. “You’re going to have to do something for me first, baby. I want to see you. All of you.”

He was a sucker for your body, always had been. You weren’t always the most confident in your appearance but when it was him looking at you? It was like there wasn’t a single flaw that could be found anywhere on you. You gave in easily enough, holding up your hands so that he could pull your top over your head and let it fall onto the recently mopped floor.

“Fuck,” He said, his eyes taking you in for the hundredth time, the thousandth time. His reaction never varied. Impressed, astounded, aroused. “Now that’s a view I’m never going to get sick of.”

“I hope not,” You said, looking over your shoulder at him. He seemed to snap out of his reverie then, and grabbed hold of his camera. You felt yourself grow warm under the eyes of both Adam and the lens. “Come on, what are you doing?” You asked, laughing, putting your hand out to block the shot. But he kept holding the camera in front of his eyes, taking shot after shot.

“Keeping this,” He said, motioning to you, and how you were standing there in your jeans and a bra. “All to myself.” The camera stayed raised, though he moved forward towards you to get close-up details. A small scar that you had which was usually hidden under your shirt. The swell of your breast where it began to fill out your bra. Your clavicle, and how the necklace you were wearing fit perfectly into the hollow.

Click. Click. Click. He brought the camera down for a second to turn you around and run his fingers up and down your spine, causing goosebumps to break out, before he finally unhooked your bra. With the back hanging open, he slid a finger beneath the left strap and pulled it slowly down your arm, his lips attaching themselves to your shoulders. You closed your eyes and let out a small moan from the build-up that he was causing. It was growing more and more, your thighs tensing. You heard more clicks but didn’t open your eyes yet. You were missing the fact that he was holding the camera out in front of the two of you. Taking pictures of him kissing your shoulder. Your erotic expression.

The bra fell from your body onto the tops of your feet, onto your socks, and you kicked it away. Click - click - click - the camera was getting everything, even his strong hand holding onto your breast, like it was a work of art.

“Are you really going to develop these?” You asked, letting your eyes open. He was kissing your other shoulder, one hand holding your breast, the other the camera. “When you can just see it whenever you want in person?” His fingers silently slid down your abdomen, towards your belly button. He circled it, his fingertips warm, taking a picture of that one too. He was so laser focused on trying to figure out angles from where he was standing, that he wasn’t even answering you. You didn’t get mad about it. It was quite flattering.

You turned your head to kiss his cheek as he worshipped your body. Treated it like it was something more special than you thought that it was. His mouth met yours again hungrily this time, lips parting, tongue coming out to say hello. He tasted like cigarettes and the shitty coffee that he liked from the corner store. Cancer and caffeine. An intoxicating mix.

He didn’t let go of the camera, not even as his hand slipped further down, and into the waistband of your jeans. You licked at his lip playfully, making him groan.

“Just want to record - every minute,” He said, the corner of his lips going upward as he found what he was looking for. The crevice between your legs, his fingers coming across the silky wetness within. You felt like you were on fire, like you were going to fall down. His hands - so damn warm.

“You know I’m not going anywhere, baby,” You said, and then gasped as his fingers slid through your folds. He found the right spot immediately. Your body was not unexplored terrain - he knew it better than he knew the back of his own hand. His middle finger pressed against your clit as the tip of it went inside of you, making you lean back against his chest. “Fuck - you can have me, anytime that you want me. I’m always going to be yours.”

His finger was really pumping in and out of you now. He was constricted by the waistband of your jeans and couldn’t go too fast but he was doing what he could. In order to help him, you undid the button, the zipper, giving him more room to work with. “Promise?” He asked, forcing you to look him in his eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes that had seen so much, too much. And as your knees grew weaker and weaker, you nodded. “Use your words.”

“I promise,” You said. “Fuck - I promise!” You pushed your pants down and leaned over the counter, your hands gripping onto the sides of it. His hand only had your underpants to get in the way, and they were hardly doing a good job of blocking you from him. He had two fingers inside now, his mouth returning to yours after you had made your promise.

After another ferocious kiss, he pulled back, his eyes looking at you with blown-out pupils and a rare intensity. He was breathing heavily, and snapped a last photo of you like this before he took his fingers out of you. “Whatever song you were thinking of when you were dancing with me,” He said, licking his bottom lip. “Can you put it on?"

“Yeah, I have the CD somewhere...” You started, before you paused for a moment and looked at him. He had his fingers in his mouth now, something that made you feel even more aroused than before. He loved the taste of you. He was making that clear right now. “Don’t you want to know what song it was first?” You asked him. You realized you hadn’t hummed it or sang it. It could have been anything.

“Nope, surprise me,” Adam said, his eyes watching you like a hawk. Watching the way that you walked over to the small combination radio-tapedeck-CD player that you had. Watching the way that you bent over to look over the CD rack and pulled out an album. Watching the way that you took out the Arcade Fire CD, putting it back into its case, and put in the other one, an older one, but unscratched because you took good care of your stuff.

Pressed the next song button five times to get to the song that you wanted. And the smooth male voice started to come out through the speakers.

You are stellar

You moved in towards Adam, your hips swaying with every step. You were exaggerating it, knowing that his mind was already so stuck on you. You could have put on the Happy Birthday song and he wouldn’t even notice, so laser focused. He half-heartedly - because he was so distracted - brought up the camera again and took pictures of your walk.

“Are you going to focus on me - or the camera?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You put your hand on his wrist and made him lower it. But he kept on pressing the button, making more clicks, getting new close up photos of your flesh. “Or were you intending on just being one handed the whole time?” You added. He let out a small chuckle.

Meet me in outer space We could spend the night Watch the earth come up I’ve grown tired of that place Won’t you come with me? We can start again.

“I can do a lot with one hand,” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist, and grabbed your ass cheekily at the same time. “I’m just - very inspired right now. I’ve got my muse in front of me, can you blame me?”

“Alright, fine,” You gave in, rolling your eyes. “But you better only get my good angles.” You kissed his cheek, and then moved down to his lips and grabbed the bottom one between your teeth, giving him a playful nibble. He groaned as you walked away, towards the bedroom. Click - click - click.

How do you do it Make me feel like I do How do you do it? It’s better than I ever knew

He followed you into the bedroom, kicking off his jeans and his boxers. His hard cock was poking out from underneath the t-shirt that he was wearing. The t-shirt that he was highly unlikely to take off. Other than when necessary, he hardly removed his shirt anymore. The new scar - he couldn’t bear to look at it.

He finally set the camera down, and then wrapped his arms around you, collapsing onto the bed. The sheets were still mussed from when you had gotten out of it this morning, but that was the least of your worries. It smelt like him - the cologne and the laundry detergent you used creating a mixture that ensnared your senses. He situated himself between your legs, on his knees, biting his lip as he gazed down at you. His hand was rubbing at himself, lubing himself up with the mixture of your juices and his saliva. He leaned down to kiss you again, while positioning himself against you. You were feeling impatient, shimmying your hips to get him in faster.

Meet me in outer space I will hold you close If you’re afraid of heights I need you to see this place It might be the only way That I can show you how it feels to be inside of you

He penetrated through with a groan, his breath hitching, mouth dropping open. “I can’t believe - how goddamn good you feel-” He said, pushing himself in further, before thrusting out. Your own reaction was one of satisfaction, your arms splayed out on top of the bedspread, grasping onto it with white-knuckles. Your hips moved with his, thrusting when he was thrusting, matching his rhythm. The feeling was too good, neither of you could concentrate on anything but that intimacy. How hard he was. It drove you crazy how much you could arouse him without doing too much at all. Like marble, he was. Lazy, sloppy kisses onto each other’s face, your hands holding onto the blankets for dear life. Rocking back and forth. He moved back up, straight back, admiring you with his mouth agape.

And then he reached for the camera again. He couldn’t help himself. And you didn’t let out a word of complaint as his hips continued to thrust into you, as he stared at you through the shutter rather than with his naked eye. Click. Click. Click.

You took it from him with a chuckle. Cheekily, you started to take pictures of him on top of you. Of the way that the fabric of the t-shirt pooled on top of your public mound. You lifted it up slightly, taking pictures - blurry no doubt - of him being inside of you. And watching you do this seemed to rile him up even more.

I do, oh You are stellar You are stellar

Being careful, he laid down and urged you to go on top of him, so you did. You straddled him, impaled yourself on him, and used your leg strength to move your body up and down. You kept on snapping pictures, it being his turn to be the center of the lens’ attention - up until he started to do this circular thing with his hips while holding yours down, pushing in deep, causing a spasm of pleasure to go through you. You moaned, throwing your head back, and rode him as if you were riding a mechanical bull, sliding smoothly up and down, forward and backwards, getting all of your angles.

“Mmm - Adam,” You said, gyrating on top of him. The sound of his name caused a groan to coarse through his body - you could see it in the way that his Adam’s apple bobbed as it came out of him. His mouth started to stammer sounds, illegible sounds, but you still knew what that meant. Especially as the whines were starting to come out.

As he came, you could feel it inside of you, hot, filling you up inside, unprotected, your name being repeated in low murmurs as if it was the only word that he knew. You were snapping pictures, capturing his expression at the very second that he climaxed.

How do you do it? Make me feel like you do How do you do it? It’s better than I ever knew.

When you climbed off, he pulled you in closer. He replaced his slowly softening cock with his fingers again, his lips meeting yours hungrily. He wasn’t going to let up until you had your own orgasm, he was clear about that from the way that his fingers were curling inwards. His thumb was rubbing circles against your clit again, making your eyes squeeze shut as the sensations started to overwhelm you. His hand was moving faster and faster, plunging in and out. The sounds would have been humiliating if it didn’t feel just so damn good. It didn’t take too long before you were burying your face into his shoulder, your teeth biting down on the fabric as your own climax hit. Your breathing grew heavier and once the tremors were finished with you, you slumped against him, kissing his neck lazily. “Love you-” You hummed.

You got up after a little while to use the restroom. To clean yourself up, do all of those little feminine things to keep away the UTIs. And to the surprise of no one, Adam had grabbed his camera and went straight into his makeshift darkroom, the door closed behind him, as he worked on developing the film. You went about your day, letting him work, and after an hour, you knocked on the door, pressing your ear to it. “Hey baby, how are they turning out?” You asked. Rather than answer you through the door, he opened it, and slipped back out, looking a little bit ... troubled. “What’s wrong?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Did you break the camera while you were making love - did he notice something weird on film - your thoughts were going fast.

“Nothing,” He mumbled, but he caught your expression and he sighed again. “It’s just - bit weird, seeing me with my t-shirt, against your naked body.” He tugged on the bottom of it, insecurely. He still was wearing nothing other than that t-shirt, not shy about the rest of his body.

You took hold of his hands, brought them up so they were clasped in between you. You intertwined your fingers together. “Do you think maybe it’s time that you ... take a look at yourself in the mirror?" You hadn’t attempted to push this issue before, but you have thought of it. He could only avoid the scar for so long. It seemed as good a time as any.

His body tensed up, you could feel the muscles beneath his shirt, his veins popping through the skin.

But eventually, he nodded. And slowly, so slowly, you helped him to lift the t-shirt off of body. He didn’t want to raise his arms, but he did so reluctantly. As it came up over his head, revealing all of chest and back to you, his head turned away, unable to look at himself. Even his breathing seemed a little more laboured, like he was struggling. “It’s okay, it’s okay baby,” You cooed into his ear, tossing the shirt away. You rested your head against his unscarred shoulder while your fingers slid close towards where the skin was puckered. Not quite touching it, he wasn’t ready for that yet, but resting near.

To you, he was beautiful. He always would be.

“Wait here,” You said, kissing his shoulder, and then went into his dark room to get his camera. Once you had it in hand, you softly took Adam’s and brought him to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. You positioned him, like he was a doll, and he just let you. He felt so vulnerable in this moment, he almost became submissive.

You rested your chin on his shoulder, and lifted the camera up onto his other shoulder so it would be taking pictures of your reflections together. “Look into the mirror, Adam, I hope that you see what I see.” You playfully kissed his neck and started to press down on the button, getting pictures of the moment that he did finally take a look at himself.

He didn’t admire himself, and he certainly didn’t preen. He didn’t look that confident when he took in his appearance, his eyes going straight to the new and ugly scar that marred his skin. But then he caught sight of you, smiling over his shoulder, kissing his neck and a small smile started to grow.

You were able to capture that second in film, something that he would develop later. But he wasn’t thinking about the future, nor was he focusing on the pass for once. He was focusing on this moment, the present, and feeling like - it was pretty damn good.

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