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heartbreakgrill · 2 years ago

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kol mikaelson; best friend’s brother pt. 2- delicate.

“is it cool that i said all that? is it chill that you’re in my head?”

a/n: 1 more part after this 😽

i set down the ice scooper, and wiped my hands on the front of my apron. "what's up?" i replied as i made my way over to her.

i climbed up onto a stool and she spoke, "you're two-top just left. matt's closing tonight. i've got veronica and garret, too. as soon as you're done cleaning up your shit, you can go home."

i perked up with excitement, "you're sure you don't need help?"

"no," she waved me off, "you stay late all the time. besides, i think this guy's waiting on you..."

i furrowed my brows and followed her finger as she pointed at the end of the bar. my heart beat faster as my eyes collided with the stranger's. he smirked at me, and lifted his head from his palm to wave with two fingers. his other hand was curled around a crystal glass, nearly empty.

i sighed, "okay. thanks, bea."

i slid off the stole and stepped towards him. he leaned back in his seat and waved an arm to the stool beside him. "join me, darling. i've been waiting all evening."

i tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, and sat upon the stool. i faced outwards, leaning my back against the bar. i hugged my stomach, nervously, some what hoping it would control my butterflies, "what do you want, kol?"

he picked up his glass, swirled the drink around in it, "oh, love, if you knew all the things i wanted, you'd be blushing."

i rolled my eyes at his lame pick-up, but i couldn't help the smile that creeped onto my face. "just tell me, so i can get home. i have to clean up."

kol peered around the dining room. "well, if you're headed home, i could walk you. it's not safe out there."

i looked up at him, expecting to see sarcasm lining his features. but, he was serious. kol's smirk evolved into a pleasant smile. i tilted my head back, a response ready to defend against his remarks. but, i dropped my chin, furrowed my brows again. "i-...okay. that's fine."

i stood up and made to walk away, but i hesitated, patted his shoulder, and quipped, sarcastically, "but, try to keep it in your pants this time, k?"

as i walked away with satisfaction, i heard kol laugh heartily.

i finished cleaning up parts of the dining toom- shut off the pop machine, various lamps, and stuffed my apron in a dirty laundry bin with the other rags i'd used during my 8-hour shift. i usually worked longer on sundays since, for some reason, the supernatural seemed to respect the 'lord's' day of rest.

i clocked out at on the pos system, and turned for the break room. i waved to kol, "grabbing my bag and i'll be out."

he smiled kindly at me with a curt nod.

i didn't know what he wanted. but, considering he'd never done me wrong, kol deserved to be heard. my skin tingled with the possibility of him. maybe he just came to harass me with more flirtatious advances. maybe he'd come to agree that the longing looks we shared whenever i was over needed to stop.

or maybe he really just needed my help with something.

the break room door swung shut behind me, squeaky on its hinges. i had a chance to catch my breath. kol had all but out-right stared at me the entire time i finished cleaning up. i'd attempted to keep my blushing to myself, but that proved impossible when, at one point, i'd bent over a table to reach a light switch. and when i turned back towards the bar, i saw his eyes lingering in the space my ass had been taking up.

yeah; maybe he just came to flirt.

rebekah. i had to remember her. forget kol and his stupidly cute face and his sexy accent-

it was hard to do so.

i slipped my purse across my body and shut my locker door closed. i met kol back at the bar and he stood. "ready, darling?"

i nodded, "sure. you ready to tell me what you want?"

kol held open the door to the grill for me. i thanked him barely above my breath, and he simply smiled down at me. there was another pause in time, where i stared up at him, my heart melting. but i snapped out of it and pushed on into the night air.

kol sighed, "i have a proposition for you."

we fell in step along the sidewalk leading south from the mystic grill. late winter night air was stale with dryness. the flowers on the trees lining the square were just beginning to bloom, tiny petals of life sprouting at the fingertips of tree branches. i admired the sight for a moment, contemplating his words.

i felt sick to my stomach, knowing that if i validated the longing we both seemed to share, then it would be embarrassingly cheesy and terribly disappointing.

i spoke, "kol, i know that you understand that...we can't do this."

kol's steps hesitated and he fell a

moment behind me. i stopped, looked back at him. kol's light smile transformed his face. he was looking at the ground beside me, but his eyebrows quirked and he looked upat me. "oh, darling...is that what you think this is?"

i flushed, "wha-what?" had i been wrong? was kol seriously just that flirtatious? while i thought we were partaking in some secret game of who can pine the longest without breaking, kol was just toying with me like a kitten.

kol stepped towards me. he raised a hand to my cheek, cupping my face. the soft skin of his thumb brushed across the apple of my face. "you're so pretty, darling..." kol said, "but i know better by now than to challenge my dear sister. though your face has invaded my mind over the past two weeks, this is about something different."

i hadn't seen kol since my first night at rebekah's, so the thought that i had been stuck in his memory since that fateful evening was flattering. it burst butterflies through my stomach.

my skin heated up under his touch, my eyes glued to his. kol's pupils were blown up with admiration, the chocolaty color deepened from desire. i had been right. for once, a guy id wanted wanted me back.

and i couldn't have him.

things might’ve been easier if he has been the cat and is been the mouse. this was harder beyond.

slightly frustrated at the thought, i snapped my eyes away from him. i cleared my throat, "well, then...what?"

kol soaked in my anxiety, like he enjoyed putting me on edge with his looks, and his voice, and his darlings. he brushed his thumb across my cheek once more, before his smile faltered, and he pulled back. with his hands in his jacket pockets, kol began walking again. "i want to throw a party. for rebekah."

i watched his back as he retreated, shocked by his statement. "a party? really?" humor laced my tone. "for your sister? who basically hates your guts?"

kol nodded as i caught up. "for my sister who basically hates my guts. her birthday is coming up soon, and i..."

kol trailed off. i examined his face as is faltered. he looked...sentimental? sad? regretful?

"i've watched her with...with you," he dipped his head to hide his face from my view. "and i just think she deserves something...good. kind. from me."

i grinned at his words. my hand acted to his it's own accord, and i gently grabbed his wrist. kol met my eyes. i replied, "i would love to help, if that's what you're asking. i didn't know her birthday was coming up. she'd never said anything."

"you kinda stop celebrating once you're immortal," kol shrugged. he stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, before it dropped off into the street. he faced me, "but i think she should. you've made her a better person. you've made us all a little better with your kindness. i haven't ever felt more alive than i did the other night. thank you, y/n."

his face was genuine, sincere. my lips lifted encouragingly. "me neither. when do you want to meet?” i dropped his wrist.

kol thought, "how does coffee sound? tomorrow morning?"

"i have school," i giggled that the old vampire had forgotten. "but, you can meet me after cheer practice. we can get coffee then."

kol nodded. "that sounds like a wonderful plan."

we crossed the street in comfortable silence, and reached my house within the next minute. we walked up my porch and, at the door, i turned to face him. i examined him with squinted eyes, my lips pursed. kol tilted his head, "what?"

i sighed, "i can't say i completely trust you. i want to be honest about that. i don't know you- only your reputation. if there are any ulterior motives here, please remember, that if you hurt me...rebekah won't be happy."

kol's face flickered, but he maintained his smirk. "thank you for your honesty, darling. i can't say i'm not surprised. but, please remember, that if i wanted to hurt you...i would've already done it. "

as he spoke, he leaned in closer, his eyes narrowed, and his voice sultry.

i gulped, tilting my head back, "i want to trust you," my voice came out in an honest whisper.

once my words trailed off, kol leaned his head to the side and pressed his lips to my cheek. his words ghosted across my cheek, shooting simultaneous heat and shivers down my spine, "then, i’ll try to behave."

he pulled away, "see you tomorrow, darling."

within a gust of wind, he was gone.

i went inside, up to my room, and took a shower to wash away my 8-hour shift and the insatiable feeling of kol's lips on my cheek. i knew this was bad- really bad. choosing to spend time with him, separate from stolen glances and longing gazes at rebekah's house. i barely knew him, rebekah would kill me, he probably was psychotic. i can't even trust him. there were a million reasons to evade him and his stupid brown eyes and his annoyingly enticing smirk.

but there were always a million reasons not to do something.

maybe he was right- if he wanted my blood, wanted me to die, he would've done so. he could've compelled me and used me as a blood bag by now. he could've snapped my neck in the middle of the crosswalk.

and trust could be earned.

rebekah was an entirely different problem.

after i showered, i fell asleep. and in my dreams, i saw his face.

fuck me.

—

"what're you doing after this?" rebekah huffed, wiping away a bit of sweat at her brow.

i was squatting, stuffing my pom poms in my duffel bag. i looked up at her and blocked the sun from my eyes with a hand. rebekah knew when people were lying. so i tried to just bend the truth- withhold instead of completely lie to her face, "getting coffee with a friend."

rebekah's eyes followed me as i stood up, throwing the duffel bag strap over my shoulder. my weight teetered to the side at its hefty pull. she squinted her eyes in analyzation, "what friend? caroline, bonnie, and elena just left. and i'm right here. you don't have any other friends...unless...y/n!"

her eyes brightened in excitement. she bounced on her heels, clapped her hands together. "are you going on a date?"

my mouth hung open in utter blank thought. if i defended myself and said no, she'd snoop. she'd discover kol and i's secret meeting, and she'd get insanely angry if she discovered we'd been hanging out behind her back. if i just let her have this-

i groaned, "yes. i'm going on a date."

-then she'd believe me.

rebekah squeaked, and tossed her arms around me. "i can't say i'm 100% happy, considering a relationship would pull you away from being with me 24/7. but yay! you're hot and you deserve it. who is it?"

i blanked again. i drug out my voice to cover up the fact that i was making it up, "he's...not...from around here."

well, that wasn't a lie at all.

rebekah rolled her eyes, "i'm sure. well, i know how you get flustered..."

i giggled as she tickled my side, and she continued, "so i'll let you have this. for now. but i will get to meet him eventually."

"okay!" i shoved her hand away, "i promise. eventually. you'll meet him."

rebekah sighed, "i'll hold you to that. i'll compel you if i have to. right- i'm off. need to shower this grossness away. see you, babes!"

i waved her off, watching as she looked around to ensure no one was looking, and rebekah sped off. i brushed back the hair loose from my ponytail as the wind she upheaved brushed past me. i began to turn on my heel to head home when an engine revved from across the parking lot.

i looked towards the sound, not 200 feet from where i stood. and i watched, my face red, as kol pulled into the parking lot in a blue dodge. i crossed my arms over my chest, raising my brows as he stepped out of the car, prideful.

"hello, darling," kol slammed the door shut and leaned against the car, his arm swung over its roof. "what do you think?"

i scoffed, "i think you don't fear rebekah nearly as much as you should. she was just here. two seconds ago."

kol shook his head with a chuckle, "i think you don't get how vampirism works. i waited around the corner, for my sister to scamper away, and then pulled in. thought you'd appreciate a ride."

kol approached me, a saunter in his steps. he held out his hand for me to take. i rolled my eyes, tugged my duffel bag off my shoulder, and dropped the strap across his palm. because he wasn't anticipating the move, he tripped forward slightly from its weight.

i withheld a laugh. the bubbly feeling tickled up my throat, threatening to ruin my i-don't-care attitude as i walked away.

i pulled open the passenger door, dropped into the seat, and slammed it shut. kol tossed my bag into the back seat before joining me up front.

"so," he slinked his arm across the back of my seat, "what's the best coffee place in this town?"

"just park at mystic grill. we can walk from there," i leaned an elbow on the side console of the door, resting my forehead against my fist.

kol pulled out of the parking lot and his fingers tugged very gently at the bottom of my pony tail. i twisted my head away from his hand. "stop that."

kol groaned, his head bumping back against the head rest. "oh, darling. you're boring. rebekah doesn't have to kno-"

"stop!" i whipped my head towards him, my ponytail slapping against my other cheek.

kol smirked at me, before refocusing his stare on the road. "you're no fun. we could have so much fun-"

"kol!" i gritted my teeth. "if you keep this up, i won't help. then your party will suck and rebekah will be embarrassed and she'll hate you even more."

"you make a good point."

ok. deep. breath. i managed to evade his advance. even if it meant his eyes slouched like a puppy dog. even if that made my heart hurt.

he could my trust without the sexual tension.

once we pulled into a parking spot, i reached for the door handle. kol sped around to the door, and opened it for me. he offered his hand again and i pushed it away.

i began power-walking away from him, annoyed that he couldn't contain himself. he caught up, though, but he didn't try to talk. he respected my space for once.

until we got to the coffee shop.

he paid for my drink, and bought me a cookie, even though i resisted his offer five times. the cashier looked incredibly annoyed with us, arguing in line, but kol thought it was hilarious.

i led us to the couch, way in the back of the coffee shop, and shoved myself deep into the corner of it hugging my coffee to my body as if it was protecting me from his advances.

kol, obviously, sat directly beside me. he threw his arm over my shoulder, his fingers back to my hair.

"okay," i huffed. maybe if i pretended, also, that his flirtations weren't affecting me, he'd stop them. so, i let him finger my hair, let his warmth radiate across my back. let him lean his head close and let his minty breath cover my face. "your house is the best venue to go with. we can get decorations, pink, obviously. since you're so rich, you can lend me a credit card or, you know, a block of gold. if that's what you've got. i'll handle inviting people. you can help decorate, get the alcohol. i'll make sure she'll be surprised. there-" i went to stand as the plans unraveled from my lips.

kol latched a hand around my waist and tugged my back down, closer to him than before. "we're not done."

i scoffed, wriggling out of his grip. "what more is there to say? we could've done that over text."

kol flicked a brow, suggestively, "oh, darling, if you want my number, just say so."

i pulled his arm off of me, tucking into the corner again. i sipped at my coffee, "she's going to kill you."

kol leaned in closer, stroking my cheek again, "not if she doesn't find out."

"kol."

he raised his hand defensively, "alright, alright. i'll back off. but, you can't pretend you don't want me, too. you made it quite obvious last night."

kol dropped a wink. i rolled my eyes, though i flushed bright red.

kol sighed. his face twisted into something almost human-like. kind, serious. “i want to...get to know you."

i looked at him with pursed lips, scanning his face for the lie. he looked honest, purely intended. "really?"

"yes," kol balanced his coffee on his knee and stared at it inquisitively. "i do. i think you are...interesting, and smart. and rebekah adores you. so i just want to...i don't know. honestly- i think you are gorgeous, darling. and i want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours. i-" kol was rambling like a flustered, nervous boy with a crush.

i met his eyes, and smiled gently. "only if you promise to stop hitting on me so much. you're right. i think you're attractive," i blushed through my honesty, "but i love rebekah. she's my best friend. and i'm not going to lose her. how about you get to know me so we can be friends? i think she would actually really like that. maybe it can bridge the gap between you two. maybe it’ll help me trust you.”

kol glanced between my lips and my eyes as i spoke. he thought for a minute, tapping his chin, "o...kay. i think i can do that. i'm sorry if i slip up- i'm sorry if want to touch you. but, okay. now, tell me-what's your favorite color?"

i giggled. with my free hand, i caught his wrist and lifted it off my shoulders. "i'll make sure you behave. starting with this."

kol sheepishly clasped his hands together in his lap. "okay. favorite color?"

i shrugged, "probably purple." i tapped the heels of my sneakers on the ground.

kol glanced at my feet, "oh, those are gorgeous. i think that may be my favorite, too."

we had a lot in common. kol didn't have a favorite movie or a favorite television show because he had only watched 5 films and 1 season of the office since being awakened from his slumbering mode of death.

but, he liked sunsets, where the sky reached out from orange to purple to blue to black. he liked the moon, when it was crescentic, like a toenail, he laughingly described. it was wonderful that something so pure, so bright could fill the night sky at its darkest. kol loved black cats, and told me he'd had one two hundred years ago as a pet when he was running with witches in africa.

"i have a black cat," my jaw couldn't help but drop.

kol pulled his head back in slight shock, a funny expression on his face. "no way. what next? it's name is grim?"

i laughed so hard at his words that my hand flew forward, landing on his thigh for support. i was a hitter when i laughed- and kol tensed up under my touch. "that's insane! that's literally his name!"

kol laughed, too, only his expression seemed to fade quick as he gently laid his hand on mine. "i think we should be done for today."

i stopped laughing. i caught his eye and felt an understanding ripple between us. "it can only work in doses, huh?"

"yeah. just doses of you," kol lifted my hand in his, and kissed the back of it gently. "or else i'll lose the self control it took to only kiss your hand."

—

i had kol's phone number.

he gave it to me when he dropped me off from the coffee shop. the contact name he gave himself was, 'kol :)' watching him fumble with the keyboard to create the smiley face was the cutest thing ever.

he'd asked for me to put mine in his phone as well, and i convinced him to let me put a code name, in case rebekah got her hands on it.

i was maybe, just a little bit, overly paranoid. but my contact name was blood bag.

it made kol laugh heartily.

he didn't wait an hour to text me. my phone buzzed on the bathroom counter, and i wrapped a towel around my body before i looked at the text message.

Kol :) - Hi, darling. I discussed this plan with my brothers. I left out the part where we went to coffee together. They agreed this Saturday would work best considering Rebekah's birthday is Sunday. Klaus will be out of town next weekend, and he wants to be there. Is it possible for us to go buy decorations sometime before this weekend? Maybe Wednesday?

i contemplated the message. i exited out of the texting application and found my schedule in the photos. i was, miraculously, off wednesday. i typed out a response to kol.

blood bag - that sounds good! i'm off work that day. pick me up after cheer again? remember to visit the family krypt for a bar of gold.

Kol :) - Haha, very funny. We actually have numerous credit cards and Klaus has the company compelled to ignore our debt. Not the most honest work, but it's functional.

blood bag - could you get me one?

Kol :) - You know the requirements for that one, darling.

blood bag - sadly. see you wednesday!

Kol :) - Goodbye, love.

the next two days at school seemed to drag on. rebekah picked me up in her cherry red convertible both days, grilling me about this boy i was seeing. i continued to play into it to appease her. i even told her that i was going on another date on wednesday.

i'd probably have to tell kol that, ironically, i was using this excuse. he'd get a kick out of it. kol's eyes would crinkle with a smile, the laugh stemming deep from his chest. the pupils on his eyes would dilate a little, sparkle with glee.

he'd probably touch my arm, compliment my manipulation.

i smiled at my own thought, staring absentmindedly at the chalkboard. alaric cleared his throat and waved a hand in the area i was staring at.

"care to join us, y/n?"

"oh," i sat back in my seat, eyes blurry from staring, "yeah. yes. sorry."

i felt a stare on my back. i glanced behind me and met rebekah's grin. "you are so smitten," she whispered across the aisle.

i faced forward, my face bright red.

oh, fuck me. again.

—

wednesday, after cheer practice, it was pouring rain. we'd moved it to the gymnasium to protect from the weather. i texted kol of this development and instructed him to just park where he usually did- i would just be arriving from a different place.

kol texted back something cheeky about me being a woman of many mysteries. i replied with a shut up, but i was smiling down my phone.

rebekah hit me with her pom-poms. "i can't wait to meet this boy. is he picking you up?"

"yeah," i slipped. my jaw locked shut as i watched rebekah perk up. "but not until, like, 4:30. i have a meeting with- i have a teacher conference."

rebekah titled her head, reading my tone. "hm. you're being weird. is he ugly?"

i pressed my lips together in an attempt to suppress the slime underneath my bewildered expression. "what?!"

"you're being nervous. finicky. you don't have a conference. you just don't want me to see him after practice. he must be ugly," she shrugged as we walked towards our bags on the gym bench.

i sat beside my duffel bag, taking a sip of water, "you're insane. i hope you know that."

"i hope you're not dating anyone ugly. that would be dreadful," she sighed and stuffed her pom-poms in her bag. "i'd have to break the news to you."

"rebekah, remind me why i'm friends with you?"

she looked up, pondering the question, "i honestly don't know. perhaps you're the insane one."

we shared a good laugh at her quip. i tugged a sweatshirt over my sports bra, "whatever. just go home already. get out of my hair."

rebekah stood with a sigh. "only because i love you, babes!"

with that, she was gone. i waited exactly one minute before i pulled out my phone. clicking on kol's contact, i called him, and put the phone to my ear.

my heart leaped as he picked up. his phone voice was sexy.

"hello, darling. are you ready for me?"

i held my breath while he spoke, hoping my heart would slow back into position. "hey, yeah. i'll see you a minute?"

"sure thing," with that, he hung up.

i squeezed my face shut, holding my breath again. i was focusing on grounding myself and my stupid teenage girl hormones. i needed to be mindful of my emotions.

but it wasn't as easy as it had been at first.

i tucked my phone into a side pocket in my duffel bag. i slipped the strap over my shoulder and made for the exit.

i hesitated at the front door of the school. the rain was pouring so hard it bounced off the side walk in tiny jumps. it was pretty and it smelled wonderful, but it was cold. i shivered in my spandex, tucking my legs closing to one another. i took a deep breath, ready to brave the drops that were going to soak me. i was good at not checking the weather and be ill-prepared.

just as i was about step out of the building, a gust of wind frizzled my ponytail around my neck. kol stood before me. he smiled down, holding the handle of a bright pink umbrella over his head. "hello, darling. i figured i'd save you the shower."

i couldn't help but grin. i stepped under the cover.

another world-stopping moment held me there with him. the umbrella encapsulated us in a bubble. the rain sounded distant, pattering against the umbrella in echoing pops. his hair was slightly damp from stepping out of the car, somewhat frizzy in texture. a little curl swirled on his forehead, right above his left eye. my chest rattled with giddiness, a feeling i was growing to crave and sink into. kol's gape was more than friendly, but not in his obnoxiously charming manner. it was simply sweet, like an infatuation with not just my looks now, but my favorite color, and my favorite movie character. with me. and everything that made me that girl.

my lips stretched a bit further, if at all possible, before i let my gaze fall from his. "thank you. we should get going."

he nodded firmly, his smile falling short. we walked to the car in silence, though not much could be said with the rain.

i let kol open the door for me, simply because he could run out of the rain a lot faster than i could. within the moment that i closed the door, was sitting beside me, the wet umbrella being tossed in the back seat.

kol started the car. "you can pick the music, love. we don't have to talk."

his voice was sunken, like there was disappointment lacing his tone.

i glanced at him, and noticed he was looking straight ahead to pull out of the parking lot. he could feel my gaze on his cheek, but he refused to even notice it. i frowned, "oh, okay. sure."

i connected my phone to the adapter and shuffled my playlist. "i think you'd like taylor swift," i tried, a little sarcastic.

kol shrugged, "maybe."

he leaned his fist against his jaw, his elbow on the door. i thought for a moment, my tongue running over my lips. "maybe the reputation album."

"sure," he nodded curtly.

i furrowed my brows, my jaw tense. so he really didn't want to talk, huh?

crossing my arms over my chest, i turned my knees towards the door and slumped against it. i was exhausted from cheer practice and work the night before. i'd had to stay late to close. so, i let my eyes fall shut. a slow song started playing, mellowing me out to the point that i fell asleep.

when i woke up, i felt kol's hand on my thigh. he squeezed it gently, softly speaking, "y/n, darling? wake up. we're here."

i shifted in my seat, my eyes opening tiredly. "huh?"

kol brushed a piece of hair from my face, "we're here. at the store."

i lifted my body off the door. the windshield wipers squeaked across the glass, the rain at a slow sprinkle now. we were parked in front of a huge party supply store a few miles form mystic falls.

i turned my head to kol, who was staring straight ahead. he’d moved his hand back to his lap, where it was twisting around his fingers. he was on edge for some reason. i felt the tension seeping off his skin.

“let’s go, then,” i sighed.

the adventure was fruitful, but kol was nearly silent the entire time. once we had reached the check-out counter, i could count on one hand how many times he’d spoken to me in the store. 4 times. every time i asked his approval at a banner or streamers, the color of balloons, he’d simply shrug- i guess that meant no? or he’d nod. a firm yes. downcast eyes.

i was growing annoyed, which fed my exhaustion. the cashier announced the total and kol stepped up beside me to put his card in the slot. crossing my arms over my stomach, i shivered in the air conditioning. it was always a weird feeling, being damp and entering a cold building. it made me sleepier.

i flickered my gaze back to kol as he shuffled around. he tugged his coat off of his arms and draped it around my shoulders. the warmth of the zip-up hoodie kissed my skin delightfully. i quickly slid my arms through the sleeves.

kol insisted on carrying all of the bags, so i resigned to walking out empty handed. i opened the back door for him and he shoved everything inside. then, he got into the front seat. i stood at the door to the passenger side a little jarred. my footstep hesitated, before i shook my head and slid into the car. kol was boring a hole into radio with his eyes, glazed with boredom.

my throat cleared, and his eyes snapped to and from my face. “what’s wrong with you?”

lol didn’t look taken aback or at all swayed. he simply ignored my words.

i turned in my seat, crossing my arms, “hello? earth to kol mikaelson?”

his fingers reached to the radio, and he settled them on the volume knob. he went to twist it up. i huffed, stretching forward, and grabbed his hand. i pushed it from the radio harshly.

all of a sudden, kol slid across the bench of seats. his hand i had pushed away came up around my throat, diminishing my own grasp to fall in my lap limply. i pressed up against the door, my eyes wide with fear, my chest heaving anxiously.

“i would remember my place, if i were you. rebekah may have you in her good graces, and we might be forming a friendship, but at the end of the day, you are just a human,” kol’s face was close to mine. his fangs protruded from his mouth, eyes bloodshot, and little veins swimming under his gaze.

i gulped, feeling his fingers pressing into my throat. “i-i’m sorry. i’m sorry, please don’t hurt me. i’m sorry.”

kol slowly released his grasp on my neck. he slumped back into his seat, face returning to the normal one of a scarred teenage boy. i heaved in my seat, coughing from the pressure in my throat.

i felt sick to my stomach.

i guess i was the fool in this situation.

so much for putting my trust into someone like kol.

as he drove me back home, i slumped against the door again, heart beating rapidly at the fear soaking my adrenaline.

my voice was faltered and lined with a shaky tone, but i managed to say, barely above a whisper, “if you wanted me to trust you, you’ve just lost.”

he couldn’t even pretend to hide the look that crossed his face.

#the originals x reader #the vampire diaries x you #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x you #rebekah mikaelson #the originals #klaus mikaelson #the originals x y/n #the vampire diares imagine

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daemon-404 · 1 year ago

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when i was 13, i was kicked off of discord for being too young. my dearest friends were in there, and i didn't have any way to tell them; i didn't want them to think something bad had happened to me. so i made a new account.

i didn't want my parents to find out i was still using it. so i made a plan.

i- a 13 y/o, who didn't know jack about computers- followed my shortcut to the original file in the local appdata folder. i renamed the program to h0mb0g.exe, like humbug (beats me why, it sounded like the name of a chatroom program). i didn't want it to show up as "discord" in the weekly summary email microsoft sent to my parents.

that wasn't enough. i hid it. i hid it deep in a subdirectory in the local appdata folder. i hid it in the folder for vivaldi, the browser i somehow got that wasn't restricted by parental controls at the time. i created a new shortcut.

that wasn't enough. i wanted to make sure that if my parents found out, i would still have a backup. even if they restricted every browser and i couldn't download anything ever again, i wanted to have discord. so i downloaded it again.

let's have an interlude to talk about wondershare filmora. my beloathed. i had gotten it because it was free and had good reviews, but i didn't like the watermarks it left on my videos. so, i uninstalled it in the only way i knew how to at the time: i deleted as many files as i could find easily with its name on them. predictably, i started with the shortcut, which naturally only got it out of my line of sight, and i was frustrated upon finding the .exe and all its corresponding (at the time) incomprehensible files. i deleted those. then i found out about appdata and hidden files. i went through, looking for a place to put my new h0mb0g.exe, and was incredibly frustrated to see a folder there with wondershare's horrid name on it. i had had ENOUGH of this mid-ass, self-valorizing, stupid horrible useless program. so i got rid of the contents.

i hid the second discord in the now-empty wondershare folder in local data. this was still not enough. i dropped in another now-empty folder called shimeji-ee (anyone remember those?) and put it in there. with shimeji-ee full of discord and tucked safely away where no one would ever think to check, i proceeded to change the properties to "hidden."

everything was perfect.

4 years later, i'm freeing up space on my disk by looking for old files i could delete (it's the easiest way, don't @ me). vivaldi. i have no use for that anymore, this computer is mine now and the regular browsers are good for me. delete.

wondershare. i think to myself: i could never really get rid of it, could i? i think to myself: now that i know about computers, it's over, buster.

i can't delete it. something inside of it... is still open? weird. i can't figure it out, and i'm tired as fuck so i just call my dad (a programmer) over and ask him if it's possible to see what a program is open in. he tells me about this program called WhoLockMe, i get it, we spend about half an hour running command lines through powershell since my searchbar is bugging out so i can't search 'cmd' to get the regular command up and we can't find it through the alphabetical search. through this process, we fail to get wholockme open. then he tries to force the deletion of the wondershare file. it doesn't work. 'it's open', my pc insists, 'it's being used somewhere.'

we cannot figure it out. we really can't. i'm confused. i open the file. shimeji-ee???? i still have that???? what the fuck is that open in????? we try to forcefully delete that. it doesn't work. i ask my dad to give my computer back- in our search through installed programs i'd seen a few free demos that have run out and i think that'll work for cleaning up. ok, he goes back to reading his book. if nothing else, i can re-open shimeji-ee and see what's up with that. i open it.

discord is in there.

it all comes crashing back.

hysterics. i can't stop laughing. "it's not that funny," my dad says, "we have to think about how it got there! what if something was messed up?" (i'm paraphrasing). i can't tell him this whole thing, naturally, so i just say, 'oh no dad, i put it there, years ago.

i don't know why.'

that's not all, because here's the cherry on top-!

i restart my computer to reset the buggy search bar, and i go to tell my discord homies all about this, since we'll all get a kick out of it.

the shortcut isn't working. it says its target has been deleted or moved. it says, 'h0mb0g.exe cannot be found.'

it was THE OTHER ONE for 4 YEARS. my discord hotbar shortcut has been a remnant of my absolutely fucking insane 13 y/o self for 4 years. (i assume the reason "shimeji-ee" wasn't deleting was because it was running in the background or something as discord usually does).

i can not stop laughing.

#long post #stories #the discord chronicles

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thedarkmistress16 · 1 year ago

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please gush about your passions and pastimes!!! I would love to hear about them

ack- im happy you want to hear about them!

Passions:

obvs as y'all know recently and just in gen., i guess, writing- i love crafting worlds and stories where anything can happen and just creating scenes above all else, like getting lost in the details of everything. I love getting lost in my own world and making myself happy as most self-indulgent writers do (and showing off my legitimate skill in a proper form of writing after doing shitpost-y things for so long is pretty rejuvenating, XD). And upon going back to some of my older, posted works and wips, I still laugh at the dumb shit I thought was the best stuff ever and now find myself giving those ideas a refresher like my last writing update, because it's still a legitimately enjoyable read.

i love sketching for similar reasons, but more so to visualize a fuzzy, almost-there idea, usually about fashion. Like recently I re-drafted some outfits for a fic idea I had, in order to make the world and designs make sense in my head. And I redesigned an existing outfit, running with certain themes and embellishments in design. I'm so happy I can churn out simple sketches like that when i really put my mind to it and feel content with the finished product nowadays. I feel accomplished as a hobby artist now and it's all thanks to heavy online research, a few how-to books, and putting effort into one art class. It's the second hobby of mine that I want to be good at, almost as much as my writing. Speaking of, I sometimes draw what I write or dream about because it's that prominent in my head.

Wow i love music guys- ha, but you already knew that *lenny face*

Past times:

I really like playing the simpler games in life- not as much in the vein of it being less difficult or busy, but more so with fewer controls, interesting mechanics, and a captivating style that I can easily fuck around in or beat some levels for a few hours. Bring on the (spider) solitare (only 4 suit sucks ass why do i do this to myself), jewel quest (FUCK YOU CROWS), barbie's fashion show (SINGLE DREAM-), zoo tycoon (fuck guest happiness), and sonic adventure or x-men of course.

MMD vids are v neat, like I know a handful of choreos that are fun as past midnight exercises to get my blood pumping and i get to discover new songs and learn more about other languages at the same time! Also the aph as mmd crack vids are the best whether its them making 'i hate this' or 'yeah im hot shit' faces or being completely into it as they're forced to dance or simply copying a vine. Like, they give me brainrot and serotonin at the same time its so fun. I love seeing all the different outfits for mmd vids in general, too, on top of new covers i never would've known about.

I really love analyzing things in general, actually. It's how I learn most of the things I do and know now, even though it technically causes me to lose large chunks of time because all i'm doing is staring at the damn thing, XD. Sometimes (all the time) I'll look at a gif or vid of a character changing their facial expression as they do/say something and I'll be completely enthralled by it. Something similar happens when I stare at REALLY GOOD artwork. I think it's the technical part of my brain trying to figure out the individual elements which make up whatever that thing is, like what facial muscles are being used to convey that emotion or mix of them, what the character is feeling, how the lighting or shading of the environment or extra details in editing affects said expression, etc. And for art, I'm thinking of the lines, posture, composition, object placement, color palette, negative space, tone, and all that jazz you learn from studying art.

Scrapbooking is a fun pastime for me that's extended from celebratory cards to actual gifts to my personal sketchbooks. It's part of the "creating something out of nothing/seeing what you can create with some basic templates and decorations" kind of mindset. And it makes me happy because I get to be creative and my family members and friends (even my employer) love them as part of their gifts every time and come to expect it from me each holiday, so I'm constantly encouraged to do it in the best way. I've recently kinda gone overboard on using ribbons and charms for the spiral and stickers and washi tape for the actual book itself on my sketchbooks, but I find myself wanting to draw in it more because I did that, lol.

I love rewatching the things I love. I usually have the same commentary about it, but its nonetheless enjoyable. And I never know what new thing I'll discover about it next, even if i've seen it over 50 times and only have it on as background noise and don't actually watch it. And yes, I will easily let something play on repeat at least that many times in my lifespan as well (like, a full day of it, at least).

wow i love staring at characters im attracted to for hours on end can i get a HUYEA-

#ask for moi #im glad your interested- truly. made my day! *happy tears*#people who like this word vomit have my upmost respect

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themonalysss · 5 months ago

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Omg I literally thought I was talking to myself, but got a DM asking for the tea and just took the kettle off the stove-

Once upon a Time about four months ago I got bored and instead of going on Tumblr like I have been since seventh grade, I decided to download Hinge.I didn’t know how to work the app, but after couple days, I got a match from someone that I went to high school with who was a year younger than me, but I graduated with his brother. after a couple chats, he asked if I wanted to go on a date like out to dinner or something so I was like yeah sure and I felt a little bit more comfortable with him picking me up because I knew him. Long motherfucking story short he shows up to my house and comes inside. I was confused as hell & I didn’t know what was going on because he took his shoes off. Prior to this, he never really said where were going -like what restaurant or movie so I thought maybe it was a surprise, but turns out this dude was like trying to watch a movie AT MY HOME or play a video game because I was talking about how I play super Mario Bros a lot on my Nintendo Wii.

I was honestly so confused so I was like umm OK and I got the damn wii controllers out, popped in the game and I started smoking his ass. Like it’s supposed to be a team effort game but I was moving too fast (well, he was moving too slow )and his character kept dying but I didn’t give a shit because he was too slow for me. I’m good at that game and I wasn’t about to let him slow me down. After a couple different levels of this I guess he didn’t like that so he ended up quitting after about 10 minutes (I was pissed because we were literally on the halfway castle Boss and I had the checkpoint flag, so I didn’t get to finish so it didn’t save my progress) and this is where I could start smelling the bullshit that was about to begin.

This “man” says he wants to Netflix and chill…. I said “I have Hulu “ in response and I laughed (I have Netflix too, but I was trying to dodge that )But he was persistent on the part if you know, you know.

Now I’m not good at confrontation so I just end up being really goofy and awkward every single Advance he would make trying to push him away to where he eventually got annoyed and said I need to be more “carefree and go with the flow ” type of person BC I wouldn’t fuck him AFTER PRESSURING me for like an hour on and off.

Every single time he tried to bring that conversation back up again and pressure me so I said fuck it, and I started obnoxiously ticking/twitching even though I didn’t feel the urge to that bad ( context- I have tourette’s but it’s not super severe anymore as I got older). AND THIS MANS really kept trying to get me to change my mind lmfao .

Well, after a little bit of that and no sex it didn’t take much longer for him and his blue balls whiny ass to make up an excuse and leave. I had a feeling so I checked and saw he immediately blocked and ghosted me as soon as he left my driveway 😂. To be honest though, I’m glad he ghosted me 1st because a week later I ended up seeing a Facebook post in a FB group i’m in about him and the girlies on the FB page were posting things saying he had gave them and a bunch of women the ✨itching and burning, itching and burning,itching and burning✨ and also treated all of them super shitty saying “oops haha sorrry” because he didn’t care like at all.

Sometimes I do wish my number wasn’t blocked so I could roast him but ik he hasn’t learned his little lesson I’m sure he’ll keep doing his same NASHTY thing but I know I’m a see him around in person again because he’s always with his brother that I graduated with and we have a school reunion coming up soon

Ughhh I really need to hurry up and find my husband so I can stop feeling bad about all my sexual sins/desires 😭😭😭 I’m done with the men I usually go for, bc I need to find me a nice Southern Cowboy Christian man😤

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applejarjar · 3 years ago

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I love silly brand names

#Even if they're not intentional #Like this girl walked by with a lonboard that had a big Meepo on it #And I really had to control myself to not laugh my ass off upon seeing it

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chezzywezzy · 3 years ago

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Yandere Miles Fairchild (3/4)

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A knock rang from my bedroom door. I steeled myself, praying that Miles wasn’t immediately going to lay on the moves. I opened it, and relief washed over me as I was met with Flora.

“Hi! Miles said he’s going to teach you how to ride a horse. Come on!” she greeted exuberantly.

A quaint smile stretched across my face, and I let her grab my wrist and pull me out of my room. “I can’t wait. I already know we’re going to be the best of friends, Flora.”

Flora giggled in response. We weaved through twists and turns until we finally exited out the back door. I was stunned by the scenery; the sun was shining upon us and the grass was a glistening green. It wasn’t too hot, either, a gentle breeze giving me comfort. We wandered through a well-kept garden, from dark azure hedges to rainbow roses.

I was glad I agreed to learn how to ride a horse. I anticipated that I’d spend most of my days outside.

We arrived at a stone stable. My shoes clacked against the rocky terrain, and Flora led me inside. It was dark, but I could see rows of horses. There were at least five.

“They’re so cute! I’ve never seen horses in person before,” I chided gleefully as Flora let go of my wrist.

“Yeah! Miles said you should ride Juberry because she’s the friendliest. This is her.” Flora motioned to one of the horses, to which the horse snorted and neighed.

I timidly approached it, holding my hand out. On instinct, the black beauty nuzzled my hand, making any anxiety seep away. I laughed slightly, petting the horse’s nose further. I always thought they’d be more intimidating.

“I see you’ve met Juberry.”

Miles had entered the stable while we weren’t looking. Flora squealed happily and ran over, enveloping him in a hug. Miles laughed and hugged back. The scene was rather heartwarming. They finally ended their reunion and Miles turned his attention back to me.

He walked over and fiddled with the gate. Afterwards, it flew open, and he entered. The horse obediently waited as he prepared the saddle and reins and whatnot. Flora fiddled with a cute doll while I was on stand, analyzing all the setup. The horse was just as patient.

Eventually, the horse was sufficiently geared up. Miles walked the horse out with a complacent smile, and I trailed behind him — not behind the horse, though, since I’ve heard more than enough horror stories about that.

We entered a small field. The horse seemed to recognize the area.

“Here we are. First things first,” Miles started, walking over to me,” I’ll help you get on the horse.”

I bit my lip nervously. “Yeah, sure.”

I stood next to the rose, petting its back.

“Put your foot in the stirrup and push yourself up” he instructed.

I did so, but I didn't have enough strength to hoist myself over. Instead, two hands clamped on my waist and boosted me up. I let out a groan, but I managed to pull myself over. I straddled the horse, readjusting myself on the saddle until I felt comfortable enough. Even so, it hurt my ass.

“Good job!” Flora cheered from the sidelines.

I blew her a kiss. Miles held the reins. “So, what you want to do, is bounce to the rhythm. If you don’t, you might fall off. Just try to meet the rhythm.” He began pulling the horse along.

Lo and behold, it did hurt. In order to avoid the pain, I tried my best, but it still felt like my butt was bruising from the impact.

“Uh, good job!” Miles continued. “So, now you have to try and steer the horse. Juberry is taught to go when his neck is patted, and then to stop, you just pull on the reins. Go ahead and try.”

He handed me the rein, and I nervously readjusted myself. For the next half hour or so, I tried gaining control of the horse. I wasn’t doing too poorly for my first try. At one point, Miles left and returned with another horse, although it seemed more hostile.

“Glad you're getting along with Juberry,” Miles said. “This girl’s really mean, though.”

“Yeah she only lets Miles control her!” Flora piped up.

Miles eyed me up and down. “You, uh, look good up there, by the way.” He sent me a cheeky wink. I immediately tensed, sending him a wary glare. He brushed it off, continuing,” You still don't have it yet. I’ll show you how you're supposed to ride.”

He heaved himself onto the other horse, to which it whined loudly. I felt uneasy with how he gripped a whip in one hand. My suspicions were confirmed and I let out an audible gasp as he whacked the horse’s neck. The horse sped up, and Miles directed it to go in a circle. My stomach churned uneasily as I watched him whip the horse for a while before he finally slowed to a stop.

“Cool, right?”

“I don’t see why you have to whip the poor thing,” I snapped.

Miles frowned. “It’s a tough creature. It doesn't do anything to it.”

“If that was true, it wouldn't react when you hit it, Miles.”

“Stop arguing!” Flora interrupted. “I want to go to the pond now, brother!”

Miles and I painted a steeled eye contact. "Good idea, sis’. Let’s do that. Hop on.”

I finally broke contact and watched as Flora climbed on. She sat in front of Miles. I began leading Juberry over to them. Miles sent the horse down a dirt road, and I made sure to keep my distance, trailing behind them. I occasionally patted Juberry's head as though it would make up for Miles’ cruel habits.

At the end of the road was a large lake. I spotted some koi fish swimming around. In the center was a statue fountain. I pulled Juberry to the side and Miles came over, grabbing me and hoisting me off. I thanked him politely. he was about to say something — probably an inappropriate comment — but Flora suddenly screamed.

“Stop it, stop it! Miles, it’s killing it!”

Miles jumped into action. I ran behind. From a distance, I realized a crow had stolen a fish from the pond and was eating it. But, thanks to Miles shewing it away, the bird took off into the trees. The fish was left flopping helplessly in the ground.

Flora began crying. “That was my favorite fish!” she bawled.

I frowned. “Hey, hey, it's okay,” I gently spoke. I crouched down, enveloping her in a warm hug. She hugged pack, but continued to peer over my shoulder.

When we split, I realized that Miles was closely examining it. He stood up. What he did next shook me to my core. He brought his foot down and stomped on the fish over and over again. Flora screamed, burying her face in my waist, not daring to watch.

Miles stained the ground with the poor fish’s blood. He let out a final grunt as he stepped away. He noticed my bewilderment.

“Why did you do that?" I shouted angrily, pulling Flora closer.

A sad smile stretched across his face. “Nothing should have to suffer.”

“There were less violent ways to go about that.”

Flora separated from me. “Now what can I do? My favorite fish is dead!”

I sighed. “Maybe we can go into town and pick one up?”

I must’ve said something wrong, because the atmosphere became cold and dead despite the warm sun beating down on us. Flora’s brows furrowed and Miles sent me a glare. I was left confused and perplexed. Was there something wrong about the local town?

“No,” Miles stated.

“What? Why?”

“If I leave, I’ll die,” Flora proclaimed grimly. “I can’t leave. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die!”

“Sorry, Y/n. There’s no going into town,” Miles agreed, moving to comforting his little sister, who once again burst into tears.

“I can just… go myself. That’s fine. It's just buying a new fish,” I reasoned hopefully.

Miles sent me a glare. “Let’s just drop it. We should take the horses back to the stable. We can get Mrs. Grose to clean this up.”

I pursed my lips, a sense of suffocation searing in my chest. Was I trapped here? Why the hell was this environment so toxic? I wish I was never ‘adopted’ in the first place, because clearly Miles intentions weren’t pure.

But I clearly wasn’t going to win. So, I succumbed to the silence that fell over us and we returned to the stable.

~~~

I set the dishes in the sink, running the water over them. I grabbed the sponge and scrubbed them, cleaning off the remaining bread and egg crumbs. Other than the running water, the kitchen was dead silent. Just how I liked it.

I finished washing the dishes and put them on the rack to dry. When I turned around, Mrs. Grose entered the room, expression cold and stoic as per usual. Even with how she composed herself, she was certainly the most sane of everyone here.

“Miss L/n. I thought I told you that it isn’t your job to do the dishes,” she scolded lightly.

“Well, uh, it’s just a habit. It’s hardly an inconvenience,” I tittered, stepping way from the sink. I noticed that she was balancing some dishes — probably from Miles and Flora — in one hand.

Mrs. Grose only hummed in response, making her way to the sink. She ignored me as she started washing them. I figured now was the best time to approach her on the topic.

“Mrs. Grose?”

“Yes child?” she sighed.

“I… was wondering if I could go into town. Just by myself. I promise to be safe —“

“No.”

“Wh - why? Seriously, I just want to explore a bit —“

“No. Miles has approached me about the subject. He was quite nervous about the idea of you going off the property. And as much as you are… part of the family now, Miles is the heir to the estate and it is my job to listen to him.”

I was absolutely speechless. Now he was actively sabotaging me?

“Please, Mrs. Grose, I just want some freedom. Just an hour outside the gates, not even in town! Just to walk around —“

“No.”

I couldn’t help it. Tears sprung to my eyes. Embarrassed and pissed, I turned tail and exited the. kitchen. I didn’t know where I was going yet, but I just wanted to be outside. Alone.

I sped down hallways. At one point, I could’ve sworn I heard Flora calling my name, but I ignored her and continued onward. Eventually, I found the front door. I threw them open and sped out. I turned to the rocky ruins.

It didn’t take long for me to emerge into the gardens. Relief washed over me and the tears finally released. They clouded my vision, but I kept moving forward, entering the towering hedge maze. Shadows cascaded my vision as I went deeper. Eventually, my pace slowed.

My legs felt weak. I was completely helpless. I was trapped here. Suffocating. Why was Miles doing this to me? Had he grown to hate me?

I plopped on the grass and leaned against the hedge bush. I didn’t know where I was, but at least I felt safe. I finally began wiping my tears. I was surprised at how flooded my visage was. I can’t recall the last time I cried so much. Other than that time with Miles in the garden…

It was funny. If I could go back, and I was told he’d be making me break down constantly, I wouldn’t believe it. Miles used to be my sole source of comfort and happiness. Now, he had turned my life into a living hell.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

I immediately tensed, curling further into my self. Miles had found me. Of course he had. I didn’t even have the chance to escape as he cornered me, crouching in front of me and clasping my knees for stability. I pushed my body as far as I could into the hedge, but it didn’t stop his wandering hands.

I wiped my tears enough to meet his gaze. For a moment, I was caught off guard. He looked concerned. He looked like he cared. For a moment, I thought he was the Miles that used to be my best friend.

His worried eyes were unwavering and a pouty frown dominated his lips. His hair was still unkept and messy and he was in his pajamas. He clearly hadn’t even gotten ready for the day. Why had he so adamantly chased me down?

“Talk to me, Y/n,” he pleaded.

I narrowed my eyes. My skin crawled as his hands advanced further up my thighs. “Go away,” I croaked.

Miles sighed. He pushed my knees down so that my legs straightened out. I let out a frightened squeak as he positioned himself inside, sufficiently trapping me there as his hands gripped my waist.

“I’m not leaving you here, Y/n. What happened?”

“What happened? What happened is that you’re making my life a living hell! I didn’t ask for you to almost kill somebody! I didn’t ask for you to adopt me! I didn’t ask for you to be a fucking creep! And I sure as hell didn’t ask for you to fucking trap me here! Get the fuck away from me, you psycho, I hate you!”

In my anger, I raised my hand and aimed to slap him silly. But he caught it. His eyes no longer offered any sympathy and his grip on my hand was so tight I thought he’d break it. I tugged and pulled to get away, but I was completely stuck. My anger flushed away, being replaced with a sharp terror.

Miles was completely blank. Even his frown straightened. He was staring at me and yet it was as though he was looking right through me. With each passing second, his grip on my hand tightened. I let out a yelp and struggled further, which seemed to make him zone back in.

He let go of my hand, and I cradled it, sinking back into the hedges. Even with tears gliding down my cheeks, I couldn’t look away, my fear consuming me.

“Are you kidding me?” he muttered. His hands trailed down my legs before gripping them tightly. He leaned closer to me, brows furrowing. “You keep seeing things the wrong way. Everything I’m doing is for you. I haven’t done anything wrong! How… how can you say that about me? We’re best friends!”

He stared expectantly, a flash of hurt in his eyes. It felt like I couldn’t breathe. “You… you’re crazy. You don’t even know what you’re doing wrong.”

He sneered. “How dare you. I love you and you’re treating me like this. You should be grateful to me, I fucking adopted you! You have a family because of me! I’m your family —“

A surge of fury ran through me. Mustering all my strength, I pushed at his chest. He let out a shout as he fell on his back. I took the chance to stand up. As I tried to run away. His hand grabbed my ankle and I fell on the ground. I had a face full of grass and dirt, my hands digging into the ground. I tried getting back up, but Miles weight crushed me. He crawled onto me and he positioned himself over my back, straddling me.

His hands grabbed the back of my head and his fingers knotted into my hair. He pulled my head up and I felt his breath on my face. I felt completely violated. I didn’t know what else to do except for letting out a gut-wrenching scream at the top of my lungs.

As soon as it escaped my lips, my head was pushed into the ground once more and Miles growl reverberated in my ears. I felt one of his hands pressing into my back. I was completely helpless as his spindled appendages glided over me.

My face was certainly coated in dirt, my tears mixing with the ground. The panic and pain was suffocating me. My head felt so light and I wanted nothing more than to pass out if it meant I’d be spared from him. But then, I realized. Maybe a little acting would be my out.

As best as I could, I turned my limbs limp. Miles let go of my hair, letting out a gasp as my head remained unmoved. He prodded my cheek and turned my head. I kept my eyes shut, regulating my breathing the best I could. His fingers stroked my cheek.

“Y/n?”

He got off me, and kneeling beside me on the grass, he pushed my body onto my back. The grass tickled my hands. His ear pushed against my chest in order to hear my heartbeat, and he let out a sigh of relief. It was almost my time to make my mistake, I knew it.

He pulled me up so that I was leaning against his chest. And just like that, I lifted my fist and punched him right in the face. He let out a curse of surprise. This time, I wasted no time regaining my composure. I stumbled to my feet and ran. Miles shouted my name, but I wouldn’t have any of it. I ran and ran, so far that I surrounded myself in the deep forest and I was left to my lonesome.

~~~

My tired feet dragged myself through the woods. It was dark and I was cold. But, I felt relieved. The whole day, I protected myself in the woods. It was just me and the forest for the first time. It hit me gradually how badly I wanted to leave. It had only been a few weeks and yet I wanted to escape. I couldn’t stay here for much longer. And as badly as I wanted to run away now, I couldn’t. I was sorely unprepared. So, I begrudgingly succumbed to marching back to that awful hell house.

Knowing Mrs. Grose, she wouldn’t have cared much about my leaving. And I’m sure Miles could hardly tell her what happened without revealing his vile actions. My heart stopped as I once more approached the castle. My heart thudded anxiously in my chest as I recited the path to my room. Down the hall, up the stairs, a right turn, third door on the left. I was about to throw the door open when I noticed that light shone through the bottom.

Dread consumed me. But I was tired, hungry, and dirty, and had nowhere else to go. So I reluctantly opened the door.

Immediately, Miles body snatched mine in a possessive hug. I let him. I was too frightened by his heavy breathing to push him away. Miles was unpredictable. And seeing as I punched him in the face earlier, I worried he would be more than happy to return the favor.

“I was so, so worried,” he whispered. Shivers rolled down my spine and I gently pushed at his stomach.

“Let go of me, Miles,” I sighed.

Reluctantly, he listened. He took a step back, although his hands remained, drifting along my arms. His eyes were half-lidded and unreadable. I noticed that there was a pronounced bruising along his jaw and his lip was cut and swollen. I almost felt bad, but after he pretty much assaulted me, I wouldn’t allow any sympathy.

“I - I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I just got mad. I was scared you were going to try and leave me. I love you so, so much. I can’t let you leave me —“

“And that’s the problem, Miles,” I gravely spoke. “You’re scary and… and bad. You’re a bad person.”

His eyes widened. “N - no, I swear it! I know I messed up today, but I was just so scared you were going to leave! I was so scared that when you ran away, I wouldn’t ever see you again. Please, if you jut let me me, I’ll make everything better again —“

I shook my head. “We’re not friends anymore, Miles. I’m a prisoner here. You’re never going to get what you want from me. Just send me back to the orphanage.”

His grip my arm tightened and I let out a yelp. He side-kicked the door, causing it to slam shut. He didn’t look angry, but his movements were forceful as he pulled me onto the bed. Just like earlier, I was left helpless under him, wanting the blankets to swallow me whole.

My eyes watered and the dam burst again. He didn’t look angry. Sad, perhaps, but he truly did look terrified.

“I can’t, Y/n. Y - you’re my best friend, you’re my family. I don’t know what I would do if you left me. I’d rather die than lose you —“

My sobs interrupted him. I was so afraid. My flesh was trembling, and yet I was paralyzed. I turned my head away and squeezed my eyes shut as though he would disappear if I wasn’t looking at him.

His actions were gentle as his fingers glided up my frozen arm. It trailed up my neck and cupped my cheek. He turned my face toward him. I wallowed further, but his hand suddenly clamped over my mouth. He was breathing heavily.

“Shh, shh,” he whispered shakily. His fingers dug into my cheek. I tried turning my head, pushing at his chest, but it was in vain. I was trapped.

I suddenly felt his breath on my cheek. My eyes shot open as I realized his face was only inches away from mine. His lids fluttered shut and he brushed his nose against mine. I could only wait in horror as his hand drifted from my mouth, trailing to my shoulder and holding it down.

I felt something against my leg.My heart completely stopped. He let out a quiet groan, pushing himself further against me. His chest completely pushed against mine. I could do nothing but claw at his back, bunching his shirt up in my hands. My face felt warm, keenly aware of how close his lips were to mine.

But then, as though he had found some sense, he moved up and pressed a chaste kiss against my forehead. It lingered for oh-so long. I was breathless and grateful that he hadn’t done what I feared he would, but my skin still shivered from the crazed affection.

He pulled away, breathing heavily. I watched him adamantly. He sat up and got off of me. My gaze followed him as he walked toward the door. But, peering over his shoulder once more, he stated something that scared me the most:

“I know you’re scared so I’ll leave you alone for tonight. Good night. I love you.”

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #yandere male #yandere the turning #the turning #the turn of the screw #yandere miles fairchild #miles fairchild #miles fairchild x reader #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard x reader

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bajablastwrites · 3 years ago

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Pain. Agony. Suffering if you will.

Saiki k x reader

Reader’s gender not specified

Summary: You’re the new transfer student added to the plot, except this time you’ve got braces and are from America!….yay…

Authors Note: I decided to write a little about braces since I don’t see much being written about them in general. But to be fair it’s not like it’s this big thing that makes you stand out, the most you’ll struggle with is pain from the braces themselves since they slowly shift and move your teeth around, but that’s about it. Still wanted to write about it though since I have braces myself.

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So braces aren’t really a common thing in Japan, having straight teeth are more of a western thing. Unless it becomes a health problem, people in Japan don’t really get braces for cosmetic purposes as far as I know, so we’ll say that you’re the new transfer student from America.

So when you finished introducing yourself to the class and sat down, your new classmates obviously surrounded you since you’re a foreigner and a very cute one too. They’ve had lots of transfer students but not one from America, so you were unfortunately kinda treated like a zoo animal and asked you to say things in English and then laughed (idk why people do this it’s so annoying), some even wanted to take pictures of you— which for obvious reasons you politely refused (it’s been confirmed by lots of kids that moved to Japan that they’ve been treated like this so I’m not pulling this out of my ass). Saiki noticed that you were slowly becoming overwhelmed by the constant attention and questions from his peers and got Teruhashi to walk into the room to get the attention off you. It sorta worked because she introduced herself to you and did her “let me know if you need something” speech to keep up the appearance of the perfect pretty girl— but to you it just sounded like that customer service voice you put on when you work retail so you knew what she was saying was bullshit.

The excitement of a foreign exchange student won’t die down until like a couple of weeks so you’ll have to put up with random students from the school walking up to you and essentially harass you with questions and asking you to say stuff in English, with saiki of course being near by to keep things under control since he pitted your situation because you clearly didn’t want the attention.

But back to the main topic at hand, Kaido was actually the one to introduce himself to you during lunch and invite you to his group. He actually noticed your braces and asked about them, so you said they were for cosmetic reasons and were kinda a trend in America, having straight teeth is attractive after all. Obviously you didn’t leave out that having braces is a painful experience, what can you say but beauty is pain. In Kaido’s brain he sees your braces as this evil device that dark reunion forced upon you as punishment for rebelling against them, you didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about and kinda felt weird about it.

Once Kaido pointed it out Saiki now started to notice them. If you got a new color of bands for the brackets, saiki noticed and if you’re at the stage where they give you rubber bands for them Saiki noticed the rubber bands in your mouth— he originally thought they were really thick spit at first and asked you about it by pointing to his mouth, which you then explained to him that, no it’s not spit those were your rubber bands and showed him. In time you grew close with saiki and his friends and hung out with them on a regular basis, but mostly staying with saiki since he’s not all over the place. But back on track.

Obviously with braces you’re limited to what you can eat so anything like a whole apple needs to be sliced for you to be able to eat. Saiki is weirdly fascinated with your whole braces situation if he’s being honest. There’s something interesting (cute) about you having to figure out how to eat something whenever you and his friend group go out to eat, he can watch you all day.

God help you when your braces get tightened because he sees you struggling to chew because of pain you feel in your teeth. If you were invited to stay for dinner by his mom (which you 100% were) saiki telepathically told his mom that you can’t eat hard foods at the moment, but that’s all he told her. So she was under the impression that you had some sort of sickness or something so you had to explain to her that you have braces, not a dietary problem— you can eat hard foods just not at the moment because your teeth are sore. That sweet woman made a bento for you the next day with foods that were easy on your teeth or chopped up/in slices and made saiki give it to you.

There was a time where you made a sandwich for yourself two days after you’ve gotten your braces tightened and thought that you would be able to bite into it with little to no pain— but you were dead wrong and felt throbbing pain in your teeth for the rest of the day. When you told Saiki about it, after calling you an idiot (affectionate), he took it upon himself to make sure you don’t do something stupid like that again by keeping track of your appointments and then bringing you food you can eat for the next few days that your teeth are sore. You told him that he didn’t need to do that because you felt bad, but he did it anyways because he’s got a soft spot for you.

He knows you’re not stupid or something, you’ve had your braces for more than a year so you know the routine by now. You just made an impulsive decision and felt compelled to help you because of his growing affection for you. If you know about his powers it makes things ever easier for him since he’ll be able to chop up anything that’s too big for you to bite into or take meat clean off the bone for you to eat. He’ll do that and say you were taking too long to figure out how to break the food apart even though it’s not true, acts of service is just his love language.

After a while he eventually figured out that his feelings for you were more than just “I tolerate them” and eventually confessed to you, but it a way where it made you look like you were confessing to him?? He’s weird like that. But if you insist on dating him I guess he can’t say no— you can’t back out now he’s made up his mind so you’re going with him on a date after school.

When you got your braces off he felt weird about it, cuz he’s so used to seeing braces on your teeth that it almost feels wrong seeing you without them. Yeah you’ve got a really pretty smile now and can eat foods without having to break them down into small pieces, but at what cost. Now he can’t use your braces as a reason to feed you how dare you >:(! Now he has to find something else to use as an excuse to be nice even though you guys are now dating smh.

#saiki k x reader #saiki kusuo x reader #kusuo saiki x reader #saiki x reader #kusuo x reader #saiki k #saiki kusuo #kusuo saiki #saiki #Kusuo #saiki k hcs #saiki k headcanons #saiki k no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki no psi nan

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loubouskz · 3 years ago

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mario kart distractions *preview*

yang jeongin x reader

description: reader shows up at her best friend, lia's, apartment with all her stuff in bags. only to find out she's not there and runs into lia's neighbor(and crush of one year) jeongin, who offers her to spend the night til the morning.

full story: here

preview warnings: just jeongin and the reader playing video games, sexual tension, teasing, slight very smut at the end.

preview wc: 1,384

a/n: if anyone wants to be tag when it gets fully posted, just leave a comment. :))

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"can I borrow your charger? I left mine." I said. he nodded and moved his chair over. "do you just want to charge it in here and we play some games?" jeongin asked, pulling down his headphones to his neck. "do you have mario kart? I haven't played it in forever." I asked as I walked closer to him. "of course I have mario kart!" jeongin said. "okay, okay. where's the charger?" I said with a big smile. jeongin point under the desk, "it should be down there. it's white you should see it." he said, moving himself out of the way. I got onto the floor and searched for the plug. I crawled more under the desk to get a better look. "did you find it?" jeongin asked as he moved closer. I finally got a glimpse of the damn thing, "found it!" I said as I plugged my phone up.

I brought my body out from under the desk and placed my phone on the edge of the surface above me. "okay then, let's play some mario kart!" jeongin said with a smile. I looked up at him from the floor. as our eyes met, I felt the mood shift and quickly too. the way his bright smile changed just by his eyes as they casted down upon me. his eyes held something behind them, like he was holding back something. we felt frozen in place by each other's stare, neither one of us moving. the longer we held eye contact, the more warm the room felt.

my eyes trailed from his, to his nose, lips, his neck, collarbone, to- I shot my eyes back up. his eyes were on my lips for just a second more. "i- let me go grab a hair tie, don't want my hair to get in the way of me winning." I said as I jumped off the floor and quickly went to get a hair tie from the other bedroom.

I tied my hair in a simple style and looked at it in the mirror. I look at myself and asked myself in my head what the fuck just happened? I took a good deep breath and headed back to the game room. jeongin had already put mario kart on and grabbed a second chair and had two controllers laying out. "ready to get your ass best, winner." jeongin taunted as he handed me one of the controllers. "are you?" I sassed back. I sat back next to him and picked out my favorite character. "really? you're gonna lose with that dude." jeongin laughed.

"oh yeah, at least I didn't pick the most basic ass character- mario." I said as I pointed to his side of the screen. "oh you are going so down for calling mario basic ass character." he said back. "but he is, his name is literally in the title!" I tried to explain myself. "no! but guess what." he said. I looked over to him and said what with playful eyes. "I hope you're good at rainbow road because I just chose the course with it in it." he smirked as my jaw dropped.

after 5 rounds of mario kart, it was 3 - 2. jeongin said he was done with the game because he was bored. "what is that I hear? jeongin being a sore loser?" I said. "NO!....but I still can't believe I lost 3 times to you." he said, covering his face with his hands. I giggled and came closer to him as I uncovered his face. our faces inches apart, as I leaned in more and more, his eyes became wide then flicked down to my lips and back up. I stopped and looked at him, taking in his good looks and placed my hand on his cheek. with an evil smile I said, "I believe it." before patting his cheek. jeongin's face dropped and was unpleased. I got up from my seat and reached for my phone, which was now on the ground because of how competitive we both got. I placed my phone back on the desk.

jeongin scooted his chair closer to me as I stood back up. he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap. my back against his chest as he rested his head on my shoulder. I felt my heart beating out of my chest. well this is a new experience. i froze in his arms, not knowing what to do. so i just laid my hands on his arms. "you know what? I'm feeling like playing one more round." jeongin quietly said next to my ear. I felt my body react to his words. "really now?" I said, turning my head a bit to see him. he nodded, "but there's a twist." he said before continuing, "one person plays the game as the other one tries to distract them, making them lose." he handed me the controller. "okay, but since it's your idea, you should play first." I said. he raised his eyebrows but agreed.

I smiled and stood up beside him. he picked his character, mario again, and clicked the first course in the top row. "try your best to distract me." jeongin said with a smirk as the countdown began. once the race started, I took my time. there are multiple races in each course anyway, might as well take my time and butter him up slowly.

on the first race, I stared at him- blatantly checking him out, also easing up on him very slowly. he only messed up a few times.

on the second race, i stood right behind him and leaned down where both of our heads were level. I told him when someone was coming up or about to hit him, he lost one of the laps.

on the third race, I did the same thing but added a few touches here and there on his arms. again he lost one lap.

the last race, I stopped everything and placed my hands on his shoulders. bringing them down just a little and right back up. but every time I went down, I went a little further each time. by the end of the last lap- which he lost, my hands went down to his waist. he lost all three laps that race.

"you did a pretty okay job at distracting me, I only lost one race and lost a few laps." he huffed. he turned around to face me and handed me the controller. I grabbed it and expected him to stand up so I could sit. "come on, don't be shy." he said, lightly grabbing my hand and placing me on his lap once again. oh sweet baby jesus, help me. we spun back to the screen and I chose my go-to character from earlier and the same course he did. I can do this, I told myself.

the first race, jeongin just held me with a few squeezes and nuzzled his head into my neck. I did good on that race.

the second race, he would pull me into him anytime I would try to lean to focus and breathe into my neck. only messed up a few times.

the third race, he got brave and started leaving light kisses on my neck. it shocked me and made me lose two laps.

the last race, he hands started going down to my thighs and leaving little grips on them. I sighed and leaned into him. "you good?" he asked. I let out a small yes as I finished the first lap. two more to go, come on y/n. he was just rubbing my thighs, but slowly making his way closer to my inner thighs. without realizing, I opened my legs up- enough to fit his hands. I closed my eyes for a second and relished in the feeling. "focus y/n-nie." jeongin said with a small laugh. I opened my eyes and saw I fell back to 4th place. shit I said to myself as I finished the second lap.

as soon as I got back into first place on the last lap, jeongin placed his hand on my cunt. I gasped. "is this okay?" jeongin asked, looking at me. "yeah." I said out of breath.

#skz #stray kids #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #yang jeongin imagines #jeongin #yang jeongin #skz smut #stray kids smut #jeongin smut #skz jeongin #stray kids jeongin #bangchan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #jisung #felix #seungmin

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angelz-dust · 3 years ago

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heatwave (jason todd x gender neutral!reader)

summary: extreme heat leads to a little accident with your popsicle and jason finds a way to rectify the problem.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni) - smut, unprotected sex (no condom, no pulling out - pls wrap it up y’all), shower sex, mild food play (popsicle), mild choking.

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the sun shone through the window of your bedroom, the rays of light dancing against your sweaty skin as the wind from your fan made the blinds shake. you laid out on your bed, which had been stripped of its comforter, in only your underwear. you were about ready to peel those off of yourself, too. you weakly grabbed at your phone, checking the weather. 77 degrees.

77 degrees, your ass. it felt like 90.

as much as you enjoyed reaping the consequences of a depleting ozone layer, you felt like it was time to do something to control the temperature in your apartment. you weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to handle breathing in air that felt thick enough to chew. slowly, you sat up, having to peel your sheet off of your sweaty back. you were going to have to do the laundry at some point because going back to sleep in drenched sheets was just as disgusting as it sounded. that was a problem for 3pm you, though. 11am you needed water. desperately.

waddling your way to the kitchen, you opened the refrigerator door and you let out a loud moan of satisfaction. the bright white lights invited you inside its cold confines and you could've swore you saw a dead relative or two beckoning you in. you didn't want to leave the door open for too long, so you quickly grabbed the last water bottle and shut it. you wasted no time swallowing down the cold liquid, ignoring how it made your teeth hurt and froze your throat. you didn't even care that some of it had spilled down the front of your body, down your chest and to the band of your underwear. you welcomed the cold droplets onto your burning hot skin.

“fuuuuuuck,” you breathed out, your body going limp as it pressed itself against the metal refrigerator door. you could feel your perspiration creating a suction between it and your skin. it was fine, though. you had no intention of moving anyway.

had it not been for your brain taking a few minutes to power itself off, you would've heard the familiar jingle of keys unlocking the front door and you would've turned to see jason coming in with the desserts you requested.

“what the hell are you doing?” you heard him say and you slightly turned towards him, a dazed look on your face. he was already stripping out of his clothes before he even asked.

“dying,” you responded, opening the freezer for him as he threw in some ice cream and multiple boxes of popsicles.

jason put his hand on your clammy shoulder, slowly ripping you off of the fridge. he turned you towards him, holding some contraption in his hand, which appeared to be a cross between a spray bottle and a fan. without saying anything, he turned it on and began spraying you down like a misbehaving cat, only you didn't flinch. no, you relished in the feeling of the mist on your face.

“here. i got one for myself, too,” he said, handing you the fan. you smiled happily as you started spraying and fanning yourself all over.

“i hope whoever invented this is getting bomb ass head right now,” you breathed out, starting to feel some relief.

“what about the guy who bought it for you? what does he get?” jason asked, starting his fan up and spraying his chest, it now glistening with both sweat and tap water.

“absolutely nothing until the temperature drops,” you smiled at him. “what flavors did you get?”

jason’s lips puckered slightly as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. “strawberry, pineapple, and this caribbean mix with a bunch of flavors in it. you might wanna wait on eating them, though. they’ll probably melt fast.”

“it's a risk i'm willing to take,” you said, going and grabbing a popsicle for yourself. you unwrapped it and hummed happily at the flavor against your tongue. the brand jason bought was a little more expensive but it was definitely worth it. the real fruit juices and chunks were much more satisfying to taste than the artificial flavoring of the other brands.

“is it good?” jason asked, a small smile on his lips. despite being uncomfortably hot, seeing you happy made it bearable. the fact that he was able to provide you with the things you needed, even if it was something as simple as your favorite popsicle, made him feel good.

“mhm,” you nodded, some of the juices starting to trickle down your chin and onto your chest. you looked down and frowned a little. you started spraying your chest, trying to get the stickiness to go away.

jason watched you desperately try to lick up the juices that were now sliding down the stick and getting on your hands. it just wouldn't stop and it was making a huge mess, just as he had warned you it would.

“sweetheart, there's more popsicle on your chest than there is in your mouth,” he commented condescendingly and you glared at him.

“maybe that's how i like eating it, jason,” you said, his name coming out of your mouth like venom.

“you know what? i like eating it that way, too,” he nodded in agreement, stepping towards you and dipping his head down to lick at your collarbone and move down the valley of your chest.

your breath hitched at the unexpected contact and the added body heat to your personal bubble. jason had come back up, giving you a soft kiss and licking the remnants of your most recent bite off of your lips. as badly as you wanted to melt into the kiss, you pulled away. you grabbed your fan and started spraying him in the face.

“down, boy,” you scolded him playfully, little giggles coming from him as he flinched his punishment. “i'm trying to eat.”

“so am i,” he smirked, taking the popsicle from you and taking a bite out of it. he looked around the room, whistling as he not so subtly let the popsicle fall against your chest and dragging it down some, watching as it dripped down your abdomen. you gasped out as the contrasting temperatures, your back hitting the fridge.

“oh wow. i'm so sorry,” his fake apology rang against your ears. he took the dessert off of your skin, handing it back to you. “i'll get that for you.”

his lips and tongue fell upon your skin again, dragging over the stains. he found himself at your nipples, despite not getting anything on them. he swirled his tongue around the quickly hardening buds, managing to get a pleasant sound from you. he got on his knees, collecting the sweetness that was threatening to make it way to your underwear. he eagerly lapped it all up before it got to that point, firmly holding your hips against the door to prevent you from moving away.

“jason, it's too hot,” you sighed as he planted kisses up your naval, looking up at you with playful eyes.

“i know. this is really sexy, isn't it?” he spoke against your body, which got himself sprayed again by you. this time, he saw it as encouragement instead of a punishment. how thoughtful of you to help keep him cool while he focused on making you feel good.

you kept spraying him until he eventually let up, laughing again as he got off of his knees. “fine, fine. if you won't indulge me in my sexy popsicle fantasy, can we at least go take a shower?”

“only to get the juice off. no other reason,” you said coyly and he smirked at you, giving you a firm nod.

“of course. what other reason would there be?” he asked as the two of you headed to the bathroom, touching at each other and giggling your entire way there, taking what little clothes you both had off of each other. by the time the water started running, the little act had dropped and you were all over each other. it was freezing, which put your bodies into a slight shock as you panted heavily in between feverish kisses.

jason’s favorite thing to do was hoist you up, with your legs wrapped around his waist. he liked showing you how strong he was and feeling your body flush against his own. he made sure to position you high enough against the tile wall so you wouldn't have water violently hitting your face, but close enough to where you could still feel it everywhere else. he never allowed himself to be blinded by lust at the expense of your comfort.

his hips rolled into yours and his face found its way back to your chest, peppering it with kisses. you carded your fingers through his wet hair, tugging at it just how he liked. even though you were doing a very physically taxing activity, this was the coolest you had felt all day. you wasted no time giving jason’s plump lips the kisses they had deserved earlier, your boyfriend more than happy to reciprocate. as much as you didn't want to part from him again, he pulled away and began suckling at your neck. normally you would object to being marked in such a visible location but you gave him a pass this one time. after all, he was the guy who bought you the spray fan.

your feet touched the ground again and he turned you around, pressing you against the wall and grinding softly into your backside. it didn't take him long to pull your leg up and slowly insert himself inside of you. you started seeing stars and that's when your legs became like jelly, causing you to lose your balance. jason quickly reacted, your hearts pounding as you tried to stay vertical.

“are you alright?” he asked, his nose rubbing the shell of your ear.

“yeah, i just got dizzy,” you explained, grabbing his hand with an embarrassed smile. “i'm okay.”

“so clumsy,” he grinned, kissing your temple as his slow thrusting began. his hand trailed down your side and landed on your ass, using it as leverage.

you moaned his name as he started going deeper and slower. he was teasing you now, which was to be expected. even on the hottest of days, in one of the least comfortable locations, he didn't pass up the opportunity. jason treating this like any other love making session and not just a quickie turned you on even more. he never let you question his dedication to making you unravel beneath him.

“jason, please. stop teasing me,” you begged him, knowing that was the only way he would stop. closed mouths don't get fed, as he would say.

“only because you asked so nicely,” he responded smugly, picking up the pace now. the sounds of slapping skin and breathy moans were amplified by the acoustics of the room. you began feeling a slight ache; a result of jason’s girth and length inside of you. a normal person would’ve asked for a break, but not you. it fueled you to continued, fucking back against him and squeezing around the very thing that was causing you mild pain.

“it feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked you and you didn't respond. you hated how he always knew exactly what you were doing. “tell me it does, sweetheart. i wanna hear you say it.”

you ignored him again, moving against him a little faster now. his hands quickly went to your hips, holding you still. “answer me,” he whispered in your ear and you whimpered in defeat.

“it feels good,” you mumbled, trying to move again, but to no avail.

“sorry, i didn’t catch that.”

“it feels good, jason.”

“i'm glad. i want you to feel good,” he smiled, letting you go. you continued to try and reach your high, doing most of the work now while jason watched. his hands caressed your body, encouraging you to continue.

“does it feel good for you?” you asked him and he nodded.

“it always does, sweetheart. i feel amazing whenever i’m with you,” he told you, starting to meet you half way with his thrusts. “doesn't matter if i'm inside you or not.”

you felt your face heat up at his words. you hated how he had that effect on you. you felt yourself slip against the wet tile again and he caught you, pulling you back against him.

“would you stop doing that?” the two of you laughed together, taking a quick breather. “i need you to not die in the middle of me fucking you, okay?”

“okay, i'm sorry,” you giggled as jason helped you get back into position. “i'm sorry.”

“it's alright, don't worry,” he reassured you, slipping his hand up your front and around your throat. “is this okay?”

you nodded, feeling more secure in this modified position. despite your little interruption, you still felt as needy as ever. his grip on you was so gentle that you could almost be convinced you’d slip again, but jason knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew what he needed to do to keep you safe and not hurt you in the process.

“let’s finish up,” jason’s tone was comforting and you hummed in agreement, picking up right where the two of you left off. it didn't take long, either. you could feel the pressure building up inside of you, waiting to wash over you. once you felt his tip pressing against that sweet spot he was so good at exploiting, you knew there was no going back now.

you both started getting sloppy, jason’s thrusts being less methodical and your movements no longer matching with his. jason’s broken gasps and moans send you over the edge, sending you spiraling in euphoria. his grip on your throat tightened very slightly as he filled you up, his face resting in the crook of your neck. you let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, feeling his cheek pressing against you, silently urging you to turn around. you complied, your noses grazing each other before your lips met again with little kisses.

“we can take a real shower now,” he smiled against your lips, kissing you again. “no more sexy fantasies. i promise.”

“no more sexy fantasies during a heatwave,” you corrected him, grabbing your wash cloth and wiping away some of the sweat forming at his hairline. “any other time, they will be greatly accepted and expected.”

“good to know.”

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd smut #red hood smut #dc x reader

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years ago

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So I Take What I Want - Jake Gyllenhaal smut (ft. Tom Holland)

The one where Jake finally lets Tom watch him fuck you

Warnings: smut, cuckold!tom, mean!jake, voyeurism, overstimulation, possessiveness, cuck humiliation, name-calling, p in v, dacrophylia, light choking

Word count: under 2k

A/N: thank you to my lovely @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over to me. As you might already know, this is part of my do it universe, and although it can be read by itself, I highly recommend you go read the other stories first.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first thing I remembered was feeling a gentle kiss pressed to the back of my hand, gently awakening me as two hands softly cradled my face, brushing the hair away from it.

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Blinking a few times, I was able to focus on the familiar bearded face that was patiently waiting for my answer, prompting me to try to sit up so I could give him one.

“I’m alright,” I assured him, although every single muscle in my body ached. It was a good king of hurt though, the kind that you had after a great workout session… which I supposed was more or less what had happened.

“Good,” Jake smiled, kissing me unexpectedly, and my eyes widened before I closed them to accept his gesture. Sure, this was still a bit surprising - I associated such an intimate act as something to be shared between two persons with actual feelings for each other, but after everything Jake had done to my body, I couldn’t very well feel shy about him pressing his lips against mine. “Because I need to have you again.”

I gasped when I felt his hands yank my ankles so I was on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling from it. “W-Wait,” I asked as his hands kept me spread open for his gaze. I wanted to cover myself in an effort to hide from precisely that, especially since I could feel his spent threatening to fall from me, drip onto the hardwood floors beneath us. “What about Tom?”

Jake snickered, eyes still fixated on the apex of my thighs, before finally raising them to meet mine. “He’s right there,” he informed me, nodding towards the other side of the room, where there were a couple of lounge chairs by the wall.

Craning my neck to look behind, I found my boyfriend sat in one of them, chewing on his bottom lip nervously as he took in the image of me being slowly spread open by his best friend. I took notice of how his cock strained against his pants and how once Jake was fully in, Tom leaned his whole body towards us, like he wanted to be as close as possible to the action.

Jake climbed onto the bed, adjusting me so I’d be underneath his warm body and started moving. My head swirled with the overwhelming emotions and sensations coursing through my body. While the man on top of me - and inside of me - worshiped every inch of my skin with his tongue and beautiful lips, the man I loved - the man staring at us from a distance - seemed to be stuck between pain and pleasure, desperate to keep watching and pause the scene at the same time.

“Tell him,” Jake panted in my ear, calling out for my attention. I already knew he was a sucker for it, already knew he didn’t like me to focus on anything else than him and the way his cock made me feel as it dragged along my walls.

What I didn’t know, however, was what he wanted me to say. I was fucked out and sensitive, yet still taken to the edge of desire. I couldn’t think, only feel. The only thing I truly wanted at that second was to keep climbing higher and higher until I had met bliss once more, and I knew I’d never get there if Jake stopped moving because he was unsatisfied with my answer.

Thankfully, he seemed to be in a giving mood. His nose rubbed against my throat as he kept pounding me, his words pressed against my skin, “Tell him what you tell me when we’re alone.”

I froze. Not even he would be that cruel, would he? But… maybe Tom would like it? I really couldn’t think. And in the silence that followed, I knew Jake’s mean dominant demeanor would grow to fill it, even before his dark chuckle resonated across the room.

“Don’t be shy,” he mocked, gripping my cheeks and shaking me still somewhat gently (for what I was expecting of him). “Tell him how you beg for my cock like a fucking whore.” And still, I remained silent. Well, that wasn’t accurate at all, actually. Moans and whimpers flowed freely out of my lips, taking over the words Jake longed to hear so badly.

“Fine,” he relented. “Perhaps you need to be closer to your beloved.” I didn’t understand what he meant until his cock left me, making me whine like a wounded beast. His chuckle didn’t sound mocking this time, but the entire situation made it seem like that to me.

“C’mon,” he smacked my ass as I finally made my way out of bed, utterly confused about what he meant until he took me by the arm and dragged me all the way across the room, until I was standing just before my boyfriend. “Let me teach him how to really please you.”

A shiver went down my spine as I realized what was his plan all along. I gasped when I felt his hand pushing down on my lower back, making me fall over the arm of the chair where Tom was resting.

Before I could even adjust myself, Jake resumed his thrusts, even more punishing and quick than before. All the while, my boyfriend was just there, staring at me with wide eyes, almost as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing - even though it was something he himself had told me that he wanted.

A hand covered the one with which I held the chair, and I looked up to meet Tom’s soft brown ones. He smiled - it was a small, tentative smile. A smile that seemed to say, ‘this is a bit too much, but I’m okay. Are you okay?’

How could I tell him that I was beyond that? Would that be crossing a line? All I knew was that Jake’s cock was filling my abused pussy perfectly, hitting that spot deep inside of me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head, and that was all I could focus on.

Until my hands were captured and pulled behind my back, forcing me to separate from Tom once more. Tom looked confused, but I knew what this was. I already knew Jake was possessive, he hadn’t even tried to hide it, but I think until that second, I had allowed myself to believe that at least in front of my actual boyfriend he’d relent.

I was wrong. Instead, Jake sat down on the bed once more, spearing me open with his cock, forcing my legs to stay spread for Tom’s view. It was so fucking deep, much deeper than I was used to. The pleasure and sensitivity from my previous orgasms became too much.

Tears started streaming down my face, and upon seeing that, Tom’s voice resonated in our bedroom. “Jake, stop.” He’d never seen me cry for anything other than sadness and pain, but this was something more.

This was bliss. And Jake knew it, so he let Tom’s pleas go unanswered, his big hands forcing my hips to keep riding him as he mocked. “Oh, tell him, sweetheart. Do you want me to stop?”

But I couldn’t speak. All that left me were loud whines - whines that apparently terrified Tom because he insisted, now looking at me, “please tell him to stop, please.” Jake’s fingers found my clit, making me shudder in his arms.

The moment felt too real, too heavy. I didn’t know what Tom was referring to anymore. Did he want Jake to stop fucking me because he thought I was hurting, or was he the one hurting from seeing me getting fucked by his best friend?

He didn’t say, so all I could do was answer the question Jake had made. I managed to spit out a “N-no,” shocking Tom, his wide eyes making his surprise clear. Behind me, Jake just laughed.

“That’s right, tell him how happy you are. Tell him how needy you are for my cock.” I was so fucking sensitive, but I was relishing in it. I was not used to having such long sex sessions. My nights with Tom were always satisfying, but they were short - and I think that was something he was thinking about too, as he watched me fuck myself on Jake.

“She becomes such a whore when I’m near,” Jake informed my boyfriend. “Well, I guess you’re seeing it now.” Just then, he covered my throat with one of his hands, squeezing a bit, not enough to fully choke me, but enough to make it hard to breathe and have my pussy clamping down on him.

Jake’s P.O.V.

“Oh, fuck,” she cursed, making me grin behind her shoulders. “Oh, Jake…” My eyes were focused on Tom’s, making sure he was taking in the entire scene, the way she was the one who was really controlling it, fucking herself on me while I just held her up. The slip of my name from her lips embarrassed her though, so she move her hands over her eyes, much to my displeasure.

“No, don’t cover your face,” I ordered, taking her wrists and pulling them behind her back. “Let him see you. Let him see how well you take me.” Her pussy clenched around me once more, undeniably showing just how aroused she was at her boyfriend watching her giving herself to another man.

It had me moaning, fingers burying deeper in her supple skin, my hunger for her insatiable. “Yeah, you made a mistake letting me into your girlfriend’s pussy, pal.” I didn’t even look at Tom anymore, eyes too transfixed at the way her ass shook each time her hips met mine. “Now that I know what she feels like, I’m never gonna stop fucking her.”

He knew I meant it. I didn’t have to look at him to feel the fear rolling off of him in waves, egging me on. And it was all the more powerful because now that he had seen what she looked like succumbing to my desire, he would forever be scared that she would give in to me.

He could see the effect I had on her just as well as I could feel it. The juices running down her thighs, the gasps of pleasure, the way her fingers scratched on my arm that held her by the throat.

It was very clear that she liked this. And knowing that only left me more insatiable. “I’m done desiring her from a distance, wishing I was buried in this delicious cunt,” I warned my friend, not knowing if he’d believe me or attribute this entire confession as part of the scene. Either way was good enough for me. “I have her now and I’m never letting her go.”

Raising my gaze to meet his, I made sure he was looking at me as I pronounced my final words. “I’m making your girlfriend my fucking bitch. My cum is all she’ll ever know.”

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1kook · 4 years ago

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disney+ & bust

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. warnings; arguments, feelings of insecurity, bit of asshole jk, smut in the forms of degradation, dumbification, choking, fingering, spit kink, self punishment, unprotected but [ passionate ] sex, jk losing his cool, return of mean jk, he is actually an emotional mess in this one wtf miscellaneous; ANGST, anniversaries, the L word😳, app developer kook, rip ‘pretty girl’ </3, we all become phineas and ferb stans word count; 13k !!

notes; me: *writes couple who’s whole arc is being silly* y’all: MAKE THEM SUFFER GIVE US ANGST!! u ask I deliver so now we all suffer 😐 ngl it was hard writing this fic n u might notice there’s some parts that seem weird n that’s bc this was TWO fics w diff wording but I ended up mixing them bc I’m insane. still had a lot of fun! felt like I challenged myself!! not proofread bc when I say we suffer we SUFFER

please let me know what you think!!! a simple ask goes a long way <3

previous part: kissanime & foreplay

Approximately one week after The Bullet Bestie’s rise to prominence, Jungkook grows annoyed with it as his weirdly competitive nature rears its ugly head the more and more orgasms that little vibrator coaxes out of you. It turns on a weird switch in him, something slightly stuck up and snooty that he’ll never admit to out loud but is there nonetheless. By the following Friday, The Bullet Bestie is nestled deep in your garbage can and Jungkook’s back to pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers alone.

He had those moments in him, the ones where he liked to think he was better than any and everyone else, and occasionally they manifested against inanimate objects like a bullet vibrator.

Despite his polite and generally soft exterior, you catch glimpses of that cocky spirit more than anyone else. Over the past year, you’ve come to realize that Jungkook’s personality was like a coin that had been left out in the sun too long. He had this sweet and reserved nature you saw most times, a kindhearted boyfriend who adored you almost as much as you adored him. He was your angel whom you knew had a heart of gold, even if you were slowly bringing out his more childish tendencies. You knew him like the back of your hand, knew what his mom’s favorite color was and how he liked to stack the plates in his cabinet according to size and make. It was a side that was rusted from years of being out in the sun, basking in its adoring warmth, and you loved every inch about it.

And still, there was this other side to him you rarely saw. This cocky asshole who hid beneath the soft smiles and careful hands, making his appearance only through sly smirks and a tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. He was a braggart, a man who knew his greatness yielded for no one and wanted that fact shoved down everyone’s faces. This Jungkook, this other side that never saw the light of day, was like the Hyde to his Jekyll. An unexpected, almost mean side to him that only dared make his appearance when his exhilaration was at an all-time high. Like when he was fucking you into another dimension, or kicking your ass in Mario Kart, or like now, when he was receiving an award at an annual tech ceremony.

On the eve of your one year anniversary, Jungkook’s company invites him to an awards ceremony for other web and app developers like him. It’s a grand event, filled with all the biggest nerds in the developing industry here to present the baby nerds with awards. Jungkook lies somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, both a seasoned player and a rookie all at once. He spends the night tolling you around in a floor-length gown and fangirling over all the “legends” in the room.

You know next to none of these people and none of their accomplishments but still pretend you respect them to hell and back. By the end of the main dinner, you’re sympathizing with Barbie’s ever-smiling features because your cheeks feel sore.

Towards the end of the night, Jungkook wins that random award— okay, who were you fooling? He wins the Platinum Mobile Standard of Excellence Award, recognizing him for all the hard work you’ve seen him put in this past year. It’s probably the highest recognition he can receive at this point in his career. It was an esteemed award that was bestowed upon only the most innovative developer of the year among tech companies, something Jungkook had briefly mentioned he always wanted. It’s basically the equivalent of placing first place in his field, but given Jungkook’s competitive industry and his young age, you think it’s like telling all these old Facebook lords to suck his big fat cock. (But that was your job when you got home.)

He gives a short little thank you speech, promising to work hard and own up to this title. The people around you are swooning, obviously endeared with his soft puppy dog features and melodic voice. They don’t know him like you do, don’t know that uppity twist to his grin like you do. It doesn’t slip off his face even when he steps down off the stage, arms wide open as he comes barreling towards you. Even with you in his arms, the congratulations that are thrown from every direction ring loudly in his ears and swell that ego of his.

The night goes like that for the most part, Jungkook’s acquaintances approaching him every few minutes to rain down their praises. He goes a little crazy at the open bar after a while, shoving the gold trophy into your arms as his beloved work seniors whisk him off for drinks. You don’t mind because you resigned yourself to a night of playing Jungkook’s perfectly perfect partner anyway, watching him politely mingling with his coworkers. Despite his earlier success, you know he won’t brag about it verbally. No, he’ll wait until the two of you get home—your place or his—and remind you how amazing he is with a quick snap of his hips.

As you said, he’ll never boast aloud.

However, that doesn’t mean you won’t.

“That’s my boyfriend,” you explain to the seventh person that greets you that night, excitedly pointing to where said boyfriend was slowly losing all sense of self by the bar. You don’t know anyone here beside Jungkook, and you’re pretty sure no one in their hammered minds is going to remember who you are anyway, so a little gloating never hurt anyone. “He won the ‘I’m Better Than Everyone Else’ award tonight,” you emphasize to the tipsy woman beside you who only laughs at your exaggeration. You assume she’s like you, accompanying one of the many developers here, because as soon as you finish boasting about Jungkook she moves to brag about someone too.

Truth be told, you spend the whole night re-analyzing the Zootopia movie you saw on Disney+ the other night in your head. So if the little fox fellow didn’t control himself would the city have fallen to ruins? Why was the useless sheep girl so evil and bitter? Why was there an unreal amount of romantic tension between the fox and the rabbit? Whatever, you’ll have to rewatch it some other night, and with your new Disney+ account, you could watch it anywhere you wanted to.

Now, you had never bothered to purchase a Disney+ subscription or even tried to swindle Jungkook for his password before. As far as you know, Disney+ was filled with old tv shows from your childhood, sitcoms that made you laugh when you were ten. There’s nothing wrong with that, but personally, you were a firm believer that that which was perfect should not be touched once finished; in other words, you were utterly terrified you’d rewatch an old episode of The Wizards of Waverly Place, only to find out the same joke you’ve been regurgitating for the past ten years doesn’t actually go that way.

However, the harsh reality was that Disney+ was good for a few things. Ugh, you hate when giant corporations provide decent services. Aside from Zootopia, you’ve watched about every animated media on there as well, all of which you replay in your mind as Jungkook has the time of his life with these nerds, knocking back champagne glass after champagne glass.

Anyway, the night ends a little past midnight, and Jungkook who is buzzed on alcohol and high on exhilaration ends up calling an Uber for the two of you. Your apartment— the new one he had not only helped you hunt for but also helped you move into, greatly cutting the cost of movers out with those glistening biceps and thick thighs —is still going through her rebellious phase where the potted plants are trying to take over, courtesy of Kim Namjoon. So for now, there’s a potted plant in an awkward corner that both of you stub your toe against on your way to your bedroom.

You’re thinking Jungkook is going to go to town tonight, given the fact he’s on Cloud 9 and has had his ego stroked by a bunch of dudes for the past couple hours. Maybe you guys can try out the hot role-playing scenario you saw on GirlsWay a few weeks ago, or the handcuffs you impulsively bought from Amazon one Monday night. Or maybe, and this one really makes you flutter, he’ll let you fully take the reins for once.

All those lewd fantasies end up being for naught because just as you shimmy out of your gown (with the help of his hands, of course) and turn to climb him like a tree, he’s on the other side of the room getting your makeup remover out for you. And also talking. A lot. And way more than usual.

“Did you see him, babe?” he sighs, dare you to say, dreamily, handing you the cotton pads as he begins pulling a million pins out of your hair. Slowly and with a lot of confusion, you pull your fake lashes off and begin cleaning your face. “He was amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, having absolutely no idea who ‘he’ is or why Jungkook is so in love with him and not you at this very moment. “But so were you,” you add. Perfect. Stroke his ego and then stroke his cock.

Jungkook sputters at your praise. He’s carefully placing your hairpins on your thigh, cheeks flaming red every time he leans over you. “Was I?” he murmurs, voice sweet in that cute little way it always gets when he’s downed one too many shots of whiskey, enough to be buzzed but not enough to be wasted.

You turn and the pins clatter to the floor and across the bedsheets. “Yes,” you confirm, ignoring his sad huff at the mess you’ve made. Instead, you grab him by the collar of that pink button-up he taunted you with all night. “You were fucking incredible and I think incredible men deserve to have their dick sucked.”

Jungkook laughs at your vulgar statement, holding you gently by the hips as you climb into his lap. “Is that so?” The soft, shy persona is gone now, replaced by the gentle stirring beneath his dress pants. You nod hurriedly, plopping down on his lap and running your hands through his styled hair.

“Yes,” you confirm, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Luckily for you, I know this nymphomaniac who would gladly gobble up your cock at your every command.”

He snorts just as you push him into his back, nose adorably scrunched up. “First of all, you know I hate that word,” he chuckles, finally gracing you with a sweet peck that only makes you want him to fuck you into the fifth dimension. “Secondly, please don’t ever say you’ll gobble my cock up ever again.”

Something inside of you squeals with excitement as he rolls the two of you over, firm body pressing down on yours. “Oh, baby,” you groan, lazily throwing a leg over his hip. Jungkook grins and then decides to entertain you for a few minutes with a sloppy kiss.

You say a few minutes because just as things are heating up, he pulls away. He smiles apologetically. “As much as I’d love to be here with you, I actually have an early morning tomorrow.”

You frown at the sudden change in events. “Huh? They’re gonna make you work the morning after a Gatsby party?” you gasp, sitting up as he gets off of you. With every step he takes away from the bed your heart breaks a little more. “They can’t do that— that’s illegal!”

From the doorway he levels you with a comically raised brow. “No, it’s not.”

You scamper after him down the hall, watch the muscles in his back flex as he pulls his suit jacket on. “You can’t work on our anniversary— that’s illegal!” you offer instead.

He stops at your front door, feet squeezed back into his shoes. “Baby, it’s not,” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to peck your forehead. “It was either I work in the morning or work at night,” he explains, giving your messy hair a soothing caress. He’s looking at you with those eyes, the ones that make your heart lodge itself into your throat and make life a tightrope experience. There’s a devastatingly lovesick part of you that wants this moment, this kind face, to be engraved into your mind for the rest of your life. You want this to be the first and last thought you have and nothing else: just Jungkook’s adoring gaze on you for the rest of time.

The moment ends too soon when he flutters one last peck against your lips. “I’ll be done in the afternoon, okay?”

You pout. “Okay, your place?” you huff, making sure to get one last octopus squeeze around his waist. He nods. “Promise you won’t be late?”

The corners of his gaze soften. “You know I won’t,” he smiles, leaning down to bump your noses together playfully. “Can’t stay away from my pretty girl too long. Besides, I have a gift for you tomorrow.”

It’s with that sentiment and a hammering heart that you let him go. With Jungkook gone, there’s really nothing for you to do now. You took the next two days off in preparation for your anniversary sex, so you don’t have to head to sleep early like usual.

With nothing else planned, you decide on rewatching that Zootopia movie that had plagued you all night, ready to dissect every plot hole to hell and back. You don’t think Jungkook’s seen this movie yet so you add it to your long list of animated movies you’re forcing him to watch.

Part of you is actually really surprised Jungkook left. Well, kinda sorta, very, but not really. Jungkook was a good boy, that much was obvious. He took his job seriously, and if his job wanted him to come in at the asscrack of dawn, then he’d come in before the sun even rose. He was a goody-two-shoes, but even so, you were occasionally able to bring out that darker side in him.

Jungkook working, like actually working in an office setting, was pretty rare though. The dude had a chill job that let him stay home most of the time, and essentially clock in whenever he wanted. Every now and then you were able to convince him to stay, tucking him beneath your body or the covers, depending on the night, and refusing to let him go the morning after.

Once he had eaten you out until the wee hours of the day, ravenous between your thighs, and then went to work the next morning like he hadn’t broken you. Another time you had persuaded him into watching every season of the 2017 DuckTales reboot through the night. When the alarm had rung in the middle of the season finale, he had simply gotten into your shower and gone off to work.

So maybe you were a little confident in your skills, and Jungkook slipping between your fingers tonight was a huge bummer. But there was no use crying over spilled milk, you tell yourself, flinging your bra off somewhere in the corner as you snuggle back into your sheets. You’re ready to tear this Zootopia movie apart, scene by scene.

Even though your apartment is a little cold, you’re comforted by the fact Jungkook will be here to keep you warm all day tomorrow.

All men do is lie.

Despite his promise to come home early the next day, Jungkook ends up lying. The meeting he had been in all morning— the same one that had stopped you from getting bent like a pretzel the night before —drags on well past noon. Then, Kim Namjoon, AKA Jungkook’s favorite senpai in the entire world, catches wind of Jungkook’s success last night and absolutely has to take him out to lunch to celebrate.

You scoff, glaring down at your phone and the impulsive messages you’d sent out an hour ago when Jungkook had first texted you telling you he would be late.

You whirl around to stomp off in the direction of his living room, where all of yours and Jungkook’s favorite foods were growing colder by the minute. You had spent the longest time carefully laying them out, making sure the fried chicken was closer than the pizza but not closer than the breadsticks. Truthfully it’s a nightmare. There are about eight stomach aches worth of food sitting on his coffee table, the greasy stench makes you gag and will certainly stick to your hair for weeks, but none of that mattered because it was all for your beau.

Your very late beau who was making you grow more and more agitated with each minute that passed. Ugh! How inconsiderate of him to test your patience on a day like this. You didn’t want to be upset with him, but this was your first, real milestone as a couple with him. You had wanted to spend the whole day cuddled up, maybe finally tell him how much he really meant to you— definitely not waking up alone with eyeliner crusted eyes and an aching heart.

Deciding you’re being a little too dramatic, you head into the bedroom to calm down. This was fine, you tell yourself, carefully laying out the damn near harlotrous lingerie you had yet to put on. Jungkook would come over soon and everything would be A-okay.

Except for the part it’s actually F-not okay because soon it’s nearing sunset and the food has gone cold so you’ve stocked it into the fridge, and the pretty sheer bra has a wonky wire that’s two seconds away from piercing through your heart, but that doesn’t even matter because Jungkook being late for your all-day anniversary celebration has already ripped it to shreds anyway.

You plop down on the couch in defeat, impulsively opening up the Disney+ app to cry through another episode of Phineas and Ferb. You’ve abandoned the satin robe that came with the lingerie in favor of donning a big t-shirt that smells like him and makes your heart hurt even more. The setting sun paints the living room in muted oranges, the chirping of birds outside the soundtrack to your lonely day.

You end up watching some other cartoon on Disney+, avoiding the Marvel section because you had promised Jungkook he could be there when you lost your Marvel virginity. Well, at least one of you was good at keeping promises, you think bitterly. For a second, you think about randomly watching one of the infamous MCU films out of order just to spite him. But then you think of that soft puppy gaze and how disappointed he’d be in you.

Whatever! It wouldn’t ever match up to the way you felt now.

Anyway, you circle back. When you’re five episodes into Phineas and Ferb you hear the doorknob rattle.

You sit up just as the door swings open, visible from your spot on the couch. He meets your gaze almost immediately, big doe eyes caught in the act. What act? You’re not really sure. In fact, you don’t even know what you’re looking at when he walks in because he’s drowning in shopping bags. His lips twist into a grin. “Honey, I’m home,” he says playfully.

You don’t laugh.

Jungkook frowns, dumping all his bags down at the entrance before waddling over towards you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, coming to stand before you and cupping your face in his hands. He’s towering over you, so tall and gorgeous but for the first time, you’re not dazed by his beauty.

“Kook, you said you’d be back hours ago,” you say slowly, avoiding his gaze. You try to keep the frustration out of your voice, but you’ve had hours to dwell on it now, and those annoying cartoon characters, though charming at first, had only served to multiply your annoyance.

Jungkook blinks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean… yeah. But I got you presents?” he beams, glancing back at the mountainous pile he made by the door. You look over too. There are some luxury bags squeezed in between other shops you like, the occasional jewelers' logo on the side.

You stand with a sigh, sauntering off into the kitchen with him on your tail. “I don’t want presents,” you mumble, reaching to pour yourself a glass of water. You’re briefly aware of how childish you must seem. Jungkook hovers behind you.

“What? Yes, you do,” he says. “You had an entire wishlist on my Amazon of things you wanted.” It’s his turn to level you with an unreadable expression, slowly crossing his arms over his chest.

Your frown only deepens as you turn to match his stance against the counter. While it may be true that you did indeed have an entire list of impulsive items on his Amazon, that didn’t necessarily mean you wanted them all. Sometimes you just wanted to stare longingly at a pair of satin gloves without actually buying them. You don’t know how to explain this much to him. “They’re not…” you stop with another deep breath. “Forget it. Thank you for the presents.”

Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to question you. “What,” he says in an unimpressed tone, padding over to you before you can escape back into the living room to watch the entire princess movie collection on Disney+. “No, tell me what’s wrong.”

For some reason, that’s exactly what you don’t want to hear. “Jungkook,” you say flatly, narrowing your eyes at him. “You come home six hours after you said you would without telling me why, and normally I wouldn’t care, but today was supposed to be a special day for us.”

Jungkook reels at your bluntness. “Babe, I was out getting stuff for you. I know it’s our anniversary— that’s why I wanted to treat you,” he responds, oddly condescendingly like you’re a child who doesn’t understand what exactly he was doing.

You brush his hands away from your shoulders. “Yeah,” you huff. “Now I know that. But I spent all day waiting for you,” you stress, chest puffing as you grow more and more agitated by his inability to understand you. God, can he let you go now? At least a bunch of animated, geometrically drawn cartoons won’t question you like this and make you feel as childish as he was.

When he doesn’t say anything else you stomp back into the living room, snatching up your phone from its forgotten spot against the couch. “I’m going to bed.”

At that Jungkook seems to kickstart back to life. “What? ___, it’s barely six,” he says as he follows after you into your bedroom. You ignore him, shuffling beneath the covers. In all actuality, you’re going to bed to mope and watch more animated family shows, maybe cry under the guise of the plot just being so sad. Jungkook sits beside you just as you click back on to finish off your episode. “Baby, I don’t get it,” he sighs. “You’re always talking about how much you want this or that, and I go out and get you it all but now you’re mad?”

You bite down on your lip, eyes lasered in on the pictures moving before you. “Jungkook, just forget it.��

“No,” he says, more sternly than he’s ever been with you before. “If there’s a problem, tell me.” There’s a heavy pause, and then he says, “don’t make me waste my time guessing what’s wrong, okay?”

“Waste your time?” you scoff, sitting up with pinched brows that you find match his. “I’m not trying to waste anyone’s time— in fact, that’s hot coming from you, Jungkook.”

He rolls his eyes. “What are you even saying? You’re mad because I took a little long getting presents, for you, might I add,” he huffs, plopping down on the edge of the mattress beside your knee. “You’re always saying you want this and that, but you can’t handle me going out to get those things? Do you hear how weird you sound?”

You whip the covers off of you. “Me talking about things doesn’t always mean I want them,” you defend.

Jungkook snorts. “Yes, it does,” he says. “Anytime you ramble about stuff for minutes like a little kid it’s because you want me to buy it for you.”

You blink. “Like a little kid?” you repeat, stunned by his comparison. Granted, you always knew you were the more childish of the two, but you never thought that would equate Jungkook thinking of you as a child. Something red and nasty flares in your chest. “Well sorry,” you spit, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, “sorry we all can’t be perfectly mature golden boys who would never see the light of day if I constantly wasn’t dragging them out.” You know it’s a somewhat low blow, especially because Jungkook’s told you before how his introverted tendencies were a sensitive issue growing up, but you can’t help it.

Jungkook groans, dropping his head into his hands. “Baby, don’t do this now,” he warns, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Stop acting like this.”

“Like how?” you spit, “like a kid?” Jungkook says nothing, leveling you with a blank stare from the corner of his eye. You roll your eyes, phone falling off your lap. Another episode of Phineas and Ferb had started, the corny opening tune filling the space between the two of you. “At least now I know what you think of me,” you mutter over the guitar riff.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook blurts, sitting up wildly. “Of course I’m gonna think of you as a stupid little kid, look at you,” he seethes, gesturing at the phone beside you. You flinch. “All you do is watch kids shows and whine whenever I wanna watch anything normal adults watch. You complain every single day about the most normal things, like your job? Why should I fucking care that you’re working a dead-end office job in a field you didn’t even study for— that’s not my problem, __!” he snaps, eyes narrowed into little slits. “I just won an award last night,” he says suddenly, voice back to its regular volume. “I’m at the height of my career and I’m only going up, but I can’t even enjoy that because I have to come home and cater to you,” he finishes, a loud scoff punctuating the final word.

You had never imagined Jungkook finally bragging about himself would be at your expense.

A beat of silence passes, the angry glint in his eyes quickly fading away the longer you don’t say anything. You sniff once, turning your head idly to the side where Phineas and Ferb is still blaring loudly from your phone speaker. Picking up the device, you throw it across the room where it hits his closet door with a terrifying bang the breaks the silence.

The sound snaps Jungkook out of whatever shock he’d been in. “Baby…” he says slowly, carefully, like you’re a caged animal that’s just escaped the zoo.

“I’m going home,” you say, also a little too calmly. You saunter over towards his closet where your shattered phone screen glares up at you as you yank a pair of sweats off a hanger. Jungkook is still frozen on the edge of the bed, watching you with wide eyes as you move about the room.

It’s when you’re in the hallway leading downstairs that Jungkook finally snaps out of his daze, scampering behind you as you descend the stairs. “Baby,” he rushes out, loudly bounding down after you, “___, wait,” he gasps, catching you by the kitchen counter collecting your keys. “I-I didn't mean that,” he rushes out, eyes wide and frantic as they flicker over your expression. “I don’t think that—I don’t, baby, please, just… let me explain, please.”

“Jungkook, let go of me,” you respond, shaking your wrist in an attempt to release yourself. He’s not even holding you tightly— he never would—but the sound of your heart pounding in your ears makes your movements jerky and erratic. “I wanna go home.”

“No,” he chokes, cornering you against the counter. “No, baby, please just listen to me, I-I—“

“You what, Jungkook?” you snap, placing a hand on his chest and forcefully pushing him away. He lets you, stepping back with a wobbly bottom lip. “You need to tell me how you’re too good for me? How much I hold you down because I wasn’t lucky enough to get a job like yours straight out of college?” He says nothing, swallowing roughly as you jab a finger into his chest. “Well let me tell you something,” you snarl, chest heaving, “I may be childish and a huge complainer, but I’m not stupid enough to let someone walk all over me like this.”

With that, you make your great escape. Truthfully, you don’t want him to see the tears in your eyes as you yank his door open, stomping down his steps and in the direction of the nearest bus stop. The door opens right after you tug it shut, painting your shadow across the sidewalk. There’s the scrambled sound of house slippers against the concrete that follows you down. “Go the fuck back inside,” you snap without missing a beat.

Sensing your obvious anger, he pauses before he can reach you. “Text me when you get home?” he calls out quietly.

“No,” you respond.

You would never admit to anyone that you spend the entire night eating a tub of mint chocolate ice cream. It’s disgusting and makes you gag, but it’s the only one you have in your apartment. And of course, it was brought over by none other than Jeon Jungkook himself a few days ago. Even when you’re trying to comfort yourself over how mean he was, on your anniversary night no less, you’re plagued by thoughts of him everywhere.

As much as you want to brush his words off, put on that cool girl exterior you’ve maintained since high school, there’s something different about this situation. You guess it’s impossible to brush off such hateful words when they come from someone you love and adore so much.

Were you too childish? You had always believed that side of you was what made your relationship with Jungkook so perfect. The two of you meshed well because of your differences, like yin and yang. So how had he been able to so easily deconstruct every inch of that balance in a matter of a few seconds? Was this perfect reality all in your head this whole time?

You want to tell yourself it was just a heat of the moment outburst from Jungkook, give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s never snapped at you like this before. Of course you’ve fought a couple of times in the past year, but neither of you had ever stooped as low as you did yesterday. Furthermore, the insecure part of your brain says he obviously felt this somewhere in his heart to bring it up at all. What he had said to you wasn’t something someone could make up on the spot.

You don’t text him when you get home, partly to spite him, but mainly because you had left your phone at his place anyway. You know he tried calling you last night because the call log is synced up to your laptop. He called on and off for about thirty minutes before he probably found your phone in his room. Whatever, he can mope in his regret for all you care

—is what you wanna say, but the longer he goes without showing himself to you the more your insecurities and hurt fester. Was this it? Was this the end of what was probably the best year of your life? It’s too painful to think about, to even consider the possibility that Jungkook might have gained a new insight last night and decided, hey, maybe this is for the best after all.

You drown yourself in an ungodly amount of sugar for breakfast, your laptop blaring yet another episode of Phineas and Ferb on the dining table. Muscle memory has you making Jungkook’s favorite pancakes before you can stop yourself, and by the time you do realize, you’ve resigned yourself to the blueberry smell anyway.

There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb.

It’s not.

It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. You open the door with a fright, jumping back when he slumps forward and almost crashes face-first into the floor. “You didn’t call,” Jungkook cries, leaning a little too much of his weight onto you when you reach out to steady him.

The thundering of your heart slows upon registering it’s him. “Kook?” you frown, nose pinched at the ungodly stench of alcohol wafting off his clothes. “Have you been drinking?” you ask even though the answer is staring you right in the face (and in the nose).

He groans, staggering deeper into your arms. You blindly push the door shut behind him, resigning yourself to this new situation while your pancakes grow cold in the other room. “Baaaby,” he slurs, letting you guide him into the living space. He’s unceremoniously dumped onto the couch, half-opened eyes gazing up at you. “Let me,” a hiccup, “explain.”

You won’t lie. There’s a very obvious sense of discomfort sitting in your chest, torn between two paths that you don’t wish to choose between. His skin is warm and flushed like he’s just walked all the way here in this morning sun. You step over to the window that faces down onto the street below. There’s no sign of his car; you would have killed him if he ever tried to drive in this state.

“Did you walk here?” you ask instead, deciding there’s no need for one singular path, not when you can walk straight down the middle, both cleaning him and grilling him at the same time.

Jungkook’s response is delayed, head lolling from side to side as you help him out of his sweater. His skin is sweaty beneath, scorching to the touch. “Uh-huh,” he groans. Jesus, you sort of assumed but him confirming it really set things into perspective.

By no means did you and Jungkook live on opposite ends of the earth. On a good day, a drive from your place to his took about ten minutes. But walking? Easily an hour. Had he walked all the way from his place, drunk on top of that?

You brush his hair away from his face, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch. His lips are pouty yet chapped, dehydrated from the sun and the alcohol he reeks of. “Sit up for me,” you instruct, scampering off to your room for chapstick and water.

“Anything for you,” Jungkook wheezes, throat probably dryer than a desert. When you return, he’s two seconds from face planting into the coffee table and breaking that pretty face of his. You catch him with a hand on his shoulder, keeping him balanced. “Tell me what to do,” he chokes out, voice hoarse.

“Just need you to drink some water,” you say, pressing a cup against his lips. He drinks it, but a drop still dribbles down his chin.

“No,” he groans, catching your wrist in his hand when you reach up to apply some chapstick on him. “Tell me what to do,” he stresses, “to fix this. Fix us.”

His words make you pause, the tube of chapstick hovering over his plush lips. “You don’t have to do anything,” you respond quietly, trying to finish the application so you can pull away.

Jungkook doesn’t let you go. You try to look away, but there’s something about him that looks off. Maybe it’s the raw skin under his eyes, red and swollen. Or the sad droop to those same eyes that hold you captive. Or maybe it’s the subtle tremble in his hands, the fingers that hold tightly to your wrist, not to keep you there but to ground himself. “I don’t wanna lose you,” he rasps out, shakily bringing your hand to his mouth, where he presses one airy kiss to your knuckles. “Tell me ho-how to fix this and I’ll do it,” he pleads, a vulnerable look in his eyes.

Unable to withstand the sheer amount of agony on his expression, you look away. “___, please,” he chokes out, stumbling off the couch in his drunk and desperate haze until he’s kneeling in front of you. “I can’t… I can’t,” he sniffles, tears clouding those pretty eyes you’ve come to love so much. “I don’t know who I am without you.”

You clench your jaw. “You’re Jeon Jungkook,” you murmur, slipping your hand out of his hold to run through his hair. It’s knotted and a little too greasy, two things Jungkook would usually never allow. “This year’s Platinum Mobile Standard of Excellence Award recipient,” you remind him, trailing your thumb across his cheekbone when he turns to look up at you with those big Bambi eyes. “Sweet and shy, but you love being rowdy with your friends. You love movies and TV and organizing your shirts according to fabric type. You work harder than anyone I know and never complain. You date me, even though I’m a huge child,” you smile sadly.

“No!” he jumps, turning that frantic stare back into you. “Y-You’re not— it’s not,” he stammers, words still slurring together. “I’m a liar,” he cries, resting his forehead on your knees. His shoulders shake. “I don’t deserve you,” he weeps quietly. You place a hand on his shoulder. “Y-Y-You make my life so much better, ___, so colorful and fun. I-I wish I knew you in high school,” he admits, “maybe I wouldn’t have been so emotionally constipated now.”

“You’re not,” you reassure him softly.

He disagrees. “You bring out the best,” he hiccups, “the best in me.” Your heart skips in your chest. “I-I love you, you know that?”

You sputter, eyes wide at his sudden confession. “I… love you so much, y’know? I think about you ev-every night, ___,” he rambles, eyes dreamily gazing off into some miscellaneous spot on the wall behind you. “I can’t get you out of my head. Like you're a song, o-on repeat but it’s not annoying because it’s my favorite song, and I could listen to it for the rest of my life, y’know? My favorite song, I know all the words b-because it’s all I think about! I love... My love… I love you so much.”

“Kook,” you rush out, cheeks flaming as you try to pull him away from where he’s slumped over your legs. His passionate speech has you abuzz, body tingling everywhere until you feel overwhelmed, head spinning like you’re on a rollercoaster. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He nods sleepily, seemingly coming down from whatever alcohol induced rampage has allowed him to walk for an hour straight in this searing heat just to confess to you. “Y-You don’t have to say it back,” he continues to stutter as you guide him through the living room on wobbly legs. “I just-I just— can I?” he babbles. “Can I love you, ___?”

You pass through the kitchen space, where whatever you were watching on Disney+ is blaring loudly. It distracts Jungkook for about two seconds before his attention returns to you. When you don’t answer, he presses on. “Is that okay?” he asks, whirling around to face you, catching your shoulders in his hands. He towers over you by the entrance to your bedroom, dark curls tickling your forehead. His eyes are dark and glazed over, both in tears and an emotion so raw and unfiltered it squeezes around your chest until you can’t breathe. “Is it okay for me to love you?” he murmurs softly, knocking his nose against yours.

Your cheeks blaze. “Yes, th-that’s fine, Kook,” you blubber, placing a hand over his chest, where his heart is also hammering away. “Just need you to go rest now, okay?”

He nods sleepily, nudging your nose with his one last time, like a soft almost-kiss, before letting you push him into the room. “Yes, yes,” he breathes, his body finally crashing from his adrenaline spike. He flops down onto the bed unceremoniously, dark waves fanning across your pillows. You try to wiggle him out of his shirt, but it only gets about halfway up his chest before he blindly reaches for the covers. His legs stick out awkwardly, clad in the sweatpants you’ve come to associate with him.

When he’s all swaddled up in your blanket he finally goes limp, tiny snores leaving his lips as he dozes away from reality. You sigh, pressing a palm to his forehead. He’s still warm and clammy, but at this point, there’s nothing you can do but wait for him to sober up.

With a final kiss to his forehead, you leave the room, closing the door behind you before sliding against the wooden surface. There’s a trapped bird in your chest, wildly flapping its wings in an effort to get out, and it’s all stupid Jungkook’s fault in the next room. Stupid Jungkook who demolished and remodeled your heart all in less than twenty-four hours. It doesn’t calm down, even when you rush off into the kitchen for a glass of water, or when you try to immerse yourself in some other show on Disney+. It stays beating against your ribs and your chest until you’re forcing yourself to sit down on the couch and process.

He wakes up a little before dinner. You hear him from the living room, where you’re flicking through the options on Disney+ for the nth time that day. You’ve seen the first fifteen minutes of about twenty different series and movies by now, always growing antsy and abandoning them early on. The only reason you know he’s awake is because the shower turns on for a few minutes, and then his bare feet are heard padding across the hallway back into your room.

By the time he resurfaces in the living room, you’ve resigned yourself to just more Phineas and Ferb, nonchalantly watching the silly cartoon. (Except you’re anything but nonchalant, and your heartbeat rings in your ears.)

Jungkook hovers by the door, clad in a pair of shorts he’s left here before, and a t-shirt you stole from him. “Hey,” he says quietly, lingering by the doorframe. You nod back in response. “Can I watch with you?” Again, another nod.

Slinking over to the couch, he’s rather careful as he sits down, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you. You don’t even think he can see the screen of your laptop until he murmurs, “he’s my favorite character,” when Perry the Platypus appears on the screen.

You hum. “Thought you didn’t like these kids shows?” you ask. You don’t mean it to sound as petty and backhanded as it comes out, but that’s really no one's fault but his own.

Jungkook’s breathing tightens beside you. “No,” he admits, “I don’t. Only watch them because I know you like them.” You contemplate pausing the episode and engaging in a real conversation with him, but at this point, you’re very tired from the events of the last day. Jungkook doesn’t press either, just shuffles more comfortably beside you.

You get about five minutes in, quiet chuckles shared between the two of you, before he strikes. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” he says, so hushed you almost don’t hear it. His hand is resting in the space between you, pinky brushing against yours. “About… being late. And the presents.”

You inspire slowly. “That wasn't even the problem, silly,” you brush off. From your peripheral, you see Jungkook’s slow nod. “I didn’t want any presents,” you mention, “I just wanted you.” You look away from the screen immediately after, pretending like the spot on the ceiling is actually really interesting.

The two of you fall into silence, the animated characters on your screen rapidly chattering away. “Oh,” Jungkook says after a moment.

You roll your eyes. They’re moist but you don’t want him to see. “Yeah, oh,” you parrot back softly, relaxing into the couch again. “Did you eat the food I left out?”

Jungkook shuffles beside you, the soft lull of the speakers soon being cut as he reaches over to pause Phineas and Ferb. A couple of seconds pass and then he’s leaning into you, head resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, placing a palm over the hand he had been teasing for the past few minutes. “I thought I knew what I was doing but I was wrong.”

His voice is so soft and sincere, it makes your chest ache. You try to burrow your face against your opposite shoulder, try to hide the stray tear that escapes out of the corner of your eye. “It’s fine,” you brush off, voice choked off and hoarse.

Jungkook leans up, pecks your cheek so tenderly it makes you go mushy. “No, it’s not fine. I acted like a know-it-all and said something way out of line,” he murmurs, raising his head to look at you. His hand feels warm over yours. It’s the touch you craved all day and yesterday, the warm feel of his body against yours. You’re embarrassed at how easily you melt into it. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time,” he tells you, holding your hand close to his chest. “I had no right to say those things to you.”

You sniffle, resting your head against his shoulder now. His heart beats loud enough for you to hear. “Was it true?” you mumble. “Do you really think of me like that?”

He shakes his head, his soft breaths fanning across your forehead. “No, never,” he answers. “I think you’re incredible. My brain was just trying to justify my dumb anger.”

You nod, even if you don’t believe it just yet. But that was a conversation for later, you suppose, sometime in the future when you aren’t on the verge of tears and threatening to crumble apart at the simplest word that leaves his mouth.

“I should have come home like you wanted, thought about my words before saying them,” he says, snuggling closer to you. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” you sniffle, covering your face with your free hand as he presses a kiss to the vein that runs over the back of the hand he’s holding captive. “Now it just sounds like I'm just being inconsiderate of your gifts and a crybaby.”

Jungkook kisses your temple softly, gently. “Don’t think about the gifts,” he says. “Just tell me what you wanted to do, doll.”

His voice calms you, has you like putty in his arms. “Watch movies,” you mumble, toying with a thread on your couch cushion. “Be with you.”

He hums. “Then we’ll do that,” he says, reaching for your laptop again. The screen nearly blinds you when it flickers back to life before you, Jungkook’s low breaths against your ear making it near impossible for you to process the titles on the screen. “You liked Disney+?”

Belatedly, you nod. “I like the animated movies,” you admit quietly, the anxieties of before slowly melting away, even more so when he slides his arm around you, pulling you close against his chest.

Unlike other times where he’ll critique the hell out of such childish films, Jungkook says nothing as he starts up the Zootopia movie instead, the same one you had wanted to show him before, right from the beginning. “That bunny looks like you,” you murmur when Judy Hopps first appears on the screen.

Jungkook snorts. “You say that about every cartoon bunny.”

You turn your head to glance at him over your shoulder. He meets your gaze with a small smile you return. “It’s because you’re so cute,” you say softly, lips twisting playfully when his cheeks grow scarlet.

He knocks his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. “Not cute, just lucky,” he chuckles. “Lucky enough to have you.” Your heart turns over in your chest, threatening to burst out of your rib cage at his words. You try to turn in his arms. Before you can say the words that have been sitting on the tip of your tongue for months now, he’s beating you to it once again. “I love you,” he confesses in a hushed whisper, no alcoholic influence.

Something inside of you blossoms, eyes wide as he chastely kisses you. He pulls away without you ever reacting, too caught up in surprise to kiss him back properly. He stays close, curls tickling your forehead as he leans over you. “You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know. I love you,” he says again, long lashes blinking down at you. “So much. It makes me feel like a stupid teenager again, going to the mall to buy a gift for my crush.” He laughs sheepishly, reaching down to tangle your fingers together. “Is that okay?” he asks quietly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

It mirrors the confession he’d given you that morning, those slurred words and teary eyes. It had been difficult to pinpoint the legitimacy of it before, the meaning scrambled by his hazy mind. But with him staring at you like this now, like you single-handedly plucked the stars from the sky to put them in those sparkly eyes of his, it makes something inside you ache.

Still, you choke on your own spit. “I-Is it okay for you to love me?” you sputter incredulously, realizing the oddity of the same question he’d thrown at you earlier. But now, you’re both sober and you can really tear apart that sentence. Jungkook nods a little too seriously for your liking. “Are you crazy?” He blinks in confusion, brows pulling together as you slowly but surely lose the last bits of your sanity. “You’re an idiot, Jeon Jungkook,” you huff, “a stupidly handsome, rich, walking dream, idiot who goes out with stupid girls like me.”

“Not stupid,” he murmurs, closing in on you again as he finally understands the truth behind your masked insults. He smells minty and like his favorite body wash of yours.

“No,” you deny. “You’re actually, like, insane. You have a bachelor pad, make enough money to sustain an entire litter of kittens, look and talk like every teenage girl’s dream boyfriend— but you mess it all up by dating evil, conniving hoes like me who lose their shit over Disney cartoons.” He says nothing, watching you with an amused grin as you talk over yourself, basically regurgitating his statement from yesterday except it kinda seems plausible now that you’re over it. “It’s stupid. No, you’re stupid. No— I’m stupid.”

Jungkook chuckles, kissing the corner of your mouth gently. “Done?” he says, a dimple appearing on his cheek. You could kiss it away, but you need him to know the amount of stupidity in this room was astronomically high. “You’re not stupid, baby,” he says. You level him with a look. “Well. You have your moments.”

“Moments?” you repeat, standing up in a hurry that has him flopping down beside you. Your laptop is lost somewhere on the cushions, the voices faded as they grow farther away. “I am so stupid. I called Namjoon a whore for taking you out for lunch!” you cry. “I am the stupidest person in the world.”

Jungkook cackles, standing up beside you. “Yes, yes, you’re my stupid girl,” he teases, tapping the pout on your lips playfully. “So stupid she slanders herself instead of just telling me she loves me too.” He bumps your noses together, dark eyes staring at you almost daringly after his claim.

You fold soon enough. “I love you,” you mumble, “even if I’m too stupid to say it.”

He rewards your confession with a kiss, pulling you into his arms soon after. He sighs, almost wistfully. “Whatever shall I do with my very stupid girl?”

After exactly three minutes of feeling safe and loved in his arms, he abandons the living room in favor of leading you back to your room, where he pushes you down against your mattress. You cling to him, leaving him positioned over you at an angle. His chest presses against yours, arm curled around the back of your head. “Gotta get up, baby,” he laughs.

You shake your head, caging him in your arms. “Nuh-uh,” you murmur, legs wiggling when he places a hand on your hip.

Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss against the side of your ear. “Your movie is still playing in the other room,” he reminds you, thumb drawing soothing circles on your hip. You don’t release him, his mindless touch only encouraging you to keep him close. “Babe?”

You say nothing, relishing in the comfort of Jungkook’s presence. His hair smells good and feels even softer against the side of your face. The cotton shirt he found is crumpled beneath your fists, dark blue pattern wrinkling. Finally coming to terms with his new home, Jungkook eventually relaxes into your hold with a sigh.

“Alright,” he hums, patting your hip as he repositions himself more comfortably. “I get it. My pretty girl must’ve missed me, huh?” You nod, soaking in every detail about him in this moment. Jungkook shifts, the hand on your hip suddenly falling over your thigh instead. “Or should I say my stupid girl?” he purrs, hand slipping between your thighs. “My stupid, little girl?”

A gasp catches in your throat when he runs his fingers over the front of your panties. Your legs kick out wildly at the sudden touch, toes curling at the hands you dreamt about all day and night. “Oh,” you pant, each brush of his fingers feeling better than the last.

“What?” he says, mouthing against the side of your neck. His tongue feels warm, but the trails of saliva he leaves have you shivering. “Too dumb to speak?” he scoffs, biting down against a particular spot on your neck. You whimper, unsure if it’s because of his hands or his mouth.

“N-No,” you try to sneer back, fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt. His hands are getting braver now, the pad of his pointer finger dancing over your engorged clit. The sheer material of your panties certainly doesn’t help, each touch feeling like it’s being magnified three times over. And if it felt this good with underwear, you can’t even begin to imagine how it’d feel without.

You don’t have to ponder for long, because soon after Jungkook is slipping his hand beneath your waistband, touching your sensitive pussy head-on. “Kook.”

He uses your momentary vulnerability to ease himself from your hold, finally recoiling enough to smother your mouth with his. You moan in surprise, thighs quivering as he gets to work circling your hardened bud sans your panties. Jungkook isn’t the least bit kind as he kisses you ruthlessly, likes he’s trying to compensate for something with his movements. When he finally pulls away it’s with an obnoxious pop and cherry red lips. He huffs, glancing down to see where he’s got his fingers pleasuring you.

Your thighs are squirming back and forth, closing around his hand every few seconds. Jungkook snorts. “Huh, look at that,” he mutters, trailing down until his fingers are gliding over your quickly sopping folds. “Stupid girl is good for something.”

Your cheeks burn. “Kook, I’m not—“

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed glare. “Not what? Not stupid? But I could’ve sworn you just spent the last few minutes saying you were,” he drones meanly, landing one light slap against your cunt that makes your hips buck.

You bite down a whimper. “I was just…” you trail off, eyes rolling back when he teases one finger against your opening.

“Kidding?” he supplies. “Well, I wasn’t.” Your heart stutters in your chest, eyes growing wide as he finally pushes himself off of you, propping himself up with an elbow beside your head. His gaze is dark and unrecognizable. “I think you’re so fucking stupid, doll,” he sneers. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

You should have seen this moment coming, the manifestation of that shiny side of the coin finally reaching its full potential.

While Jungkook wasn’t exactly shy about his interests, he certainly wasn’t tripping over himself to tell you every new kinky thing he wanted to try. You sort of guessed he had some interest in this sort of play a few weeks ago when you watched the Barbie movie at his place. A lot of that night had branded itself into your three am wet dreams, but there was one particular moment that stood out to you. That was you, on your knees, with him condescendingly patting your head. Or just last week, you vaguely remember the term slipping through his lips as he pleasured you with The Bullet Bestie.

The thing about Jungkook was that, until last night, he would have never admitted, or so much as even thought, that he was better than you. That was fine because you would say it enough for the both of you anyway. Did you think Jungkook was amazing, an absolute diamond among these measly rocks? Absolutely. (Were you slightly biased because you were his girlfriend? Skip.) However, you also had this insane evil villain complex that made you want to brag about everything you possibly could, especially if that meant bragging about your boyfriend.

Realistically speaking, he was better than you, that much you could look past yesterday’s anger to admit, and not even in a stuck-up, conceited way; he had a really good job, an architecturally amazing house, and a hot girlfriend. Meanwhile, you had a mediocre job, an okay apartment, and an insanely sexy Calvin Klein boyfriend, half of which he had pointed out yesterday. Regardless of how powerful that third factor was, he still outnumbered you three to one.

Sue you, Jungkook was amazing. Anyone could see that! Except, maybe, himself.

And if the only time Jungkook would openly brag about his greatness or establish how much better than you he was, was in a post-fight, sex-induced setting, then you were more than happy to be his punching bag. So long as it was on your terms, and not as a result of his weirdly bottled up feelings.

(Yeah, you would have a long talk about that tomorrow.)

But for now, you pout up at him, clamping your thighs shut purposefully. “You’re stupid too,” you defend, “stupid and mean.”

Something in his expression changes. Suddenly, he’s moving at superhuman speed as he snatches his hand out from where you had previously trapped him between your legs, yanking you up by the front of your shirt. “Mean?” he mocks. “Isn’t that what you always wanted?” You shiver, fingers wrapping around the wrist that holds your sweater. “Wanted me to be mean and push you around like a little rag doll?”

Jungkook looks at you for another two seconds, before he’s slowly pulling away from you, leaning back on his knees. His tongue is pressing against the inside of his cheek, jaw tightening from the movement. “Baby,” he says so quietly it instills a prickle of fear in you, tainted with delicious excitement.

“Yeah?” you whisper, sitting up tentatively as you watch him, He was a bit frightening, like a wild animal about to devour you whole.

Jungkook rolls his neck, the joints in his spine cracking as he begins tugging off his shirt. You salivate at the sight, too focused on the sinewy muscles of his body to catch the dark gaze he levels your way. He throws it off to the side, his sleeve of tattoos that wraps around his bicep and begins to crawl down his chest wonderfully unobstructed now. “Eyes up here,” he says and you quickly meet his gaze. He leans forward, muscled arms coming to cage you against the headboard. “Stupid little sluts don’t have the room to make such comments,” he rasps out, unamused expression adorning his normally soft features. “Don’t you think so?”

“I-I don’t know,” you stammer, leaning away as he comes closer and closer, eventually just turning your head to the side to avoid that emotionless look. It’s the wrong move, and Jungkook lets you know as much by forcefully digging his fingers into your cheeks and turning your face back around to meet his gaze.

A hand grabs beneath your knee, tugging harshly until you’re flopping down onto your back with a squeal. You settle with his knee pressed hotly against your core. Jungkook stays towering over you. “Dumb little girls who make me watch cartoons,” he spits, tracing a hand over your chest, molding your breasts beneath his hands roughly enough to make you gasp. “And watch little animal movies on Disney+. Aren’t they just so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you concede, subtly shifting your hips for some desperately needed friction. Jungkook snorts, finally granting you your wish with one rough slide of his thigh against your core.

“I agree,” he says, and surprises you with a hand around your throat as he leans in to properly grind his thigh into you. “All they’re good for is being dumb little sluts with good pussy,” he murmurs darkly, thumb pressing into the side of your neck forcefully. “Sometimes, they don’t even do anything,” Jungkook continues, his other hand on your hip hauling you higher up his thigh. You mewl, soaked panties rubbing roughly against your folds. You miss the soft swirl of his thumb, the gentle prod of his fingers. Even so, you can’t deny this change in Jungkook is doing something to you, riling up a part of you that you hadn’t known existed. Maybe it’s the horniness from yesterday that was left unfulfilled, the one year anniversary sex that was put on pause. “Just lay there and take it, too fucked out and dumb to say anything.”

His fingers loosen for the briefest of seconds and you gasp for breath. “That’s terrible,” you whimper, rolling your hips up into his thigh, so close to his swollen cock.

Jungkook chuckles without an ounce of humor, pressing your foreheads together as he helps grind you to completion. “Isn’t it? I think that stupid little girl is cute though.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt, vision spotting as he tightens his hand back around your throat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you moan, stomach tight from all the stimulation.

Jungkook hums, slowing you down with a tight grip on your waist. “Hm, what are you sorry for?” he croons, pink lips pulling into an evil smile. “You said you weren’t that stupid girl, __.”

You shake your head, trying to roll your hips up again but he’s holding you too tightly now, rendering you immobile beneath him. “I am,” you choke out shamefully, grabbing at the hand on your hip in a feeble attempt to remove it. “I am a stupid little girl.”

Jungkook smirks, leaning down to slot his mouth over yours. “That’s right,” he murmurs, “nothing but a dumb little slut.”

You shiver, opening your mouth when he slides his tongue against your bottom lip. He’s not the slightest bit nice, and more messy than usual. He pulls away with a bite to your lower lip, meeting your trembling gaze with that same unrecognizable glint in his eyes. “Come on, dummy, keep up,” he snarks before devouring you again. You try to, you really do, but he’s moving like an animal today, despite his slow and drunken movements from that morning. So you end up with his saliva dripping down your throat, clinging to the corners of your lips as he begins slowly grinding you against his thigh again. He flashes you a wicked smile, pearly teeth on display for you as he glances down at your messy appearance.

“Are you gonna touch me?” you ask, lower lip trembling at the thought after your desperate rutting. Jungkook purses his lips together in thought.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Don’t know yet.”

You whine. “Jungkook, please,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I need you.”

Jungkook chuckles, running his hand up your waist and taking your shirt with him. He slips his fingers beneath your bra, pushing the wire over your chest as he mouths at your neck. “Cute,” he says. “Can’t do it yourself?”

You tremble, chest arching into him as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. “I-I can,” you gasp. “Just feels better with you.”

Jungkook follows your statement with a nip against your skin, tongue soothing over it right after. “Why? Because I do everything better than you? Even make you cum better than you?”

Your cheeks heat up at his blatant ego rearing its head, hands carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. You say nothing, and that only eggs Jungkook on. “Come onnn,” he teases, finally, finally rolling his hips down onto your core. You squeak, head falling back against the pillows as you’re granted the one thing you’d been chasing. “Say it.”

“Say what?” you ask, voice wobbly as he continues to slowly rut against you, the front of his shorts pressing against the soaked crotch area of your panties. “Oh, oh, Jungkook,” you whine.

Suddenly he bites down harshly, teeth digging painfully into your skin. You yelp in surprise, pussy throbbing at the pain that shoots throughout your body. Jungkook pulls away and doesn’t bother soothing over it as he leans up to capture your jaw this time. “Say you’re a stupid little slut who can’t do anything without me,” he purrs, kisses too soft for the words he says.

Your mind blanks, torn between the humiliating phrase he wants you to say and properly checking him in his place. In the end, it’s with a twisted need to please him that you’re repeating the words back to him. “I-I’m a stupid slut,” you whimper, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he continues pushing you right along the edge. The rope pulled tightly in your core is slowly being pulled apart, threads hanging on for dear life. “Can’t... can't do anything without...”

“Without who?” he asks, reaching down and untying the front of his shorts. “Can’t do anything without who, baby?”

“Without you, without you,” you cry, bucking your hips up against his, the combined movements of both your bodies making you shake like a leaf. “Ah, K-Kook,” you wail, hips stuttering as your orgasm finally swallows you up. Your panties quickly grow wet and icky from your own arousal that pools between your thighs. Jungkook lets you writhe beneath him as you chase your high, mouth sucking a pretty blossom against your jaw.

You know better than to expect the night to end here, especially after seeing the glint that had been in his eyes as he watched you unravel.

He leans close, let’s his nose brush against yours as you catch your breath. “So perfect for me,” he groans, slotting his lips against yours. You can barely keep up with him, languidly going along with his hot tongue. “Perfect, perfect girl,” he murmurs, a stark change from the less than friendly adjectives he used just moments before. “Tell me you love me?” he says softly.

You nod, mind fuzzy as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Love you,” you exhale, letting your fingers knot in his hair. Your proclamation does something to him, makes him grind the front of his cotton shorts hard against you. For someone that was often rough and brutal with you in bed, he sure was sensitive to the mushiest of things.

“Don’t deserve you,” he huffs, hot breath fanning across your skin. He switches gears fairly quickly. “Tell me you hate me,” he begs hoarsely, rutting against your soiled panties. “Tell me I’m a piece of shit and you could do better without me,” he pleads, voice too airy to be another one of his usual sex-induced thoughts.

You shake your head, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he rolls his hips. “It’s not true,” you whisper, “I love you more than you’ll ever understand.”

Jungkook groans, suddenly winding back and tearing your ruined panties down your legs. You gasp in surprise, letting him haul you about in his blind, self-inflicted rage. “Stupid, stupid,” he huffs, though at this point you can’t tell who it’s directed at. With your underwear out of the way, he wastes no time plunging his fingers back into your cunt, bypassing the tight ring of muscle around it without any of his usual care. “You should hate me,” he snarls, lips pressed against your ear.

You moan, back arching at the sudden pleasure that blossoms between your thighs. “I-I don’t,” you gasp, toes curling.

Jungkook groans, the sound traveling down your spine and straight into your pussy. “Stupid girl,” he huffs, slipping an arm around you to pull you so close until you can’t breathe, chests lined up together. His skin is warm to the touch, scorching almost. “Fuck,” he groans, curling his fingers inside of you. You whimper and moan, incapable of staying still beneath him as he tortures you with a thumb to your clit. “Tell me you hate me,” he seethes again.

Despite the fog that’s settled over your mind, you still manage a resolute shake of your head. “N-no,” you cry, digging your nails into his back. They run dark red lines over his skin, making him hiss at the sting.

Whatever punishment he’s trying to put himself through is falling through with your refusal to admit such a thing. It aggravates him even more, your adamant stance on loving him so, and he’s retracting his fingers before you can cum again. “Please,” he chokes, face tucked into your neck. He’s sloppy with his movements; as he pulls his shorts down and kicks them away, he nearly suffocates you with his weight. “I don’t deserve you, ___, please.”

“I love you,” you whimper for lack of explanation. Jungkook leans back, that same madman gaze in his glossy eyes. He’s looking at you in disbelief almost, pouty lips puckered and swollen. Your hands slip from around him, falling on either side of your head.

Like a cobra he strikes, collecting your wrists in one hand he pins above your head. The sudden movement has him leaning in close, lips brushing over yours. His lashes are coated in a wetness he refuses to acknowledge, looking at you like you drive him insane. “If you ever try to leave me,” he whispers, jerky breath fanning over your skin, “I’ll lose my mind.”

He loves you so much it aches.

“I won’t,” you whimper, feeling your own eyes well up with an emotion that consumes every inch of your being. “I’ll never leave you, you stupid, stupid boy.”

A faint smile crosses his features at your words, lips quirking to the side. You relish in it for all of two seconds before he’s ramming his cock into you, your sensitive walls spawning around him. You sob loudly, eyes rolling back into your head. Your legs instinctively hook themselves around his waist, digging into the base of his spine as he rolls his hips into you.

You feel full and complete like he belongs there in this moment and every moment after this. It makes your heart constrict painfully. Jungkook’s soft groans follow your more unraveled noises, the vulgar slapping of skin on skin the underlying melody to it all. “Ffffuck,” he spits, greedily swallowing your moans up. You whine, arms bucking in an effort to hold him close. But he’s determined in his act of restraining you, long fingers tightening around your wrists until they hurt. “I warned you, didn’t I?” he huffs, snapping his hips into you.

Your walls clench around his hard cock, the drag as he exits sending shivers throughout your body. Jungkook’s body towers over you, glistening in sweat as he nails you into your mattress. “Remember what I said?” he asks, voice but a shuddery exhale. You shake your head numbly, overwhelmed by the rough drag across your walls. “All those months ago, when you first came over,” he adds. The hand on your hip abandons its post to cup you beneath the jaw, palm pressing sinfully against your throat enough to block the tiniest of airflow. “I’ll fuck you and keep you forever,” he murmurs, voice deeper than the pits of hell. He licks a fat stripe over your cheek like you’re nothing but a sweet for him to devour. “Do you remember that, pretty girl?”

You nod jerkily, hips arching up into him when he thrusts into you again. It’s a memory that replays in your mind every so often, your first night with the man you had planned to humiliate over a mere misunderstanding, now your boyfriend of one year. “Want that,” you gasp, tears blurring your vision when he begins picking up the pace. “Wanna be y-your pretty girl forever.”

Jungkook groans, kissing the corner of your mouth. His thighs are some magnificent beings, keeping his pace consistent even as he loses himself in his overwhelming need to kiss you. “Always,” he manages, soft lips pressed against yours. “I won’t ever let you leave.”

A shriek tears itself from your lips as he picks up that harsh piston, releasing your jaw to hold both wrists above your head. It makes his curls dangle in front of his eyes, covering that beautiful dark gaze. It makes his thin little necklace swing back and forth too, though it’s too small to actually touch your face. The rhythmic swing has you hypnotized, just like everything else about Jungkook.

With the length of his hair, you’re left staring at his lips, pulled taut between his pearly white teeth. The word from before sits heavy in your chest, begs to drip from the tip of your tongue. But he’s moving too fast and too hard, scrambling your thoughts until all you can think about is the cock plunging into your heat. His name falls from your mouth like mindless blubber instead, arms thrashing as your second orgasm swallows you up. It sends you crashing, body spasming as the sheer euphoria waves over you slowly and then all at once.

“Perfect,” he grunts, leaning down to slot his mouth against yours, “my perfect girl.” Your cum makes the sound of his hips erotic, the loud squelching following your panting. Still sensitive from your high, your body unconsciously tightens around him, keeps his cock from fully leaving. It brings a soft whine out of Jungkook, one he tries to muffle against the side of your face.

“Inside,” you whimper, even though your body feels like jelly beneath him. “Cum inside, Kook, please,” you beg.

It only takes a few more thrusts into your leaking hole for him to finally reach paradise, hips stuttering when that first shot of pleasure hits him. “Fuck, fuck,” he growls, wildly snapping his hips into your achy cunt. You moan, feeling just about brainless at the overstimulation. His cum leaves you full, almost makes your belly bulge from it. When he’s done he doesn’t bother pulling away, simply slumping into your limp form. His cock, though quickly softening, serves as a plug for the cum threatening to spill out of you.

There’s a muted noise coming from the other room, the faint sound of the mail slipping through your letterbox, the quiet chattering of the street outside. And of course, the loud blaring of your laptop playing the Phineas and Ferb theme song. Jungkook registers it at about the same time as you, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

He pushes off of you soon after, leaning on his palms over you. He’s got that molten look on his eyes, the heat of a thousand suns burning behind those irises as he looks at you. Like he can’t get enough, even though he’s just about taken everything there is to take. “Love you,” he murmurs quietly.

A drop of sweat rolls over his forehead, clinging to the end of his eyebrow. You reach up and brush it away, let your hand trail down his face to cup his cheek. Immediately he leans into the touch, eyes falling half shut. “Love you more,” you respond.

“Impossible,” he scoffs.

Soon after you’re both stumbling out of bed, clothes haphazardly shrugged back on as you drift through the living room. There’s a thin, hot pink package sitting at the door, just having slipped through the letterbox; the stark Sexuality Unleashed logo is printed on the visible side, so you have to wonder what Doyeon could have possibly ordered this time that could be so thin. The laptop is awkwardly sandwiched next to a throw pillow, barely open a crack. Jungkook retrieves it, sets it on his lap as you scamper over to the couch.

“More Phineas and Ferb?” he asks quietly. He hates it, you know he does. And still, he wants to watch it with you.

You nod. “Please.”

He isn’t so concerned with the plot as you, clicking some random episode to start. You snuggle into his side, quietly singing along to the opening. After a moment, Jungkook speaks again. “Phineas and Flirt?” he offers cheekily.

You roll your eyes. “That might’ve been your worst one yet,” you sigh, trying to drown out his indignant huff by focusing on the screen.

“I don’t exactly see you coming up with these,” he points out, obviously feeling wronged.

Without missing a beat you say, “Disney+ and bust.”

epilogue

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just-my-fandom · 4 years ago

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I like the hc on being for the Ninjas dating another ninjas sister who’s their soulmate, Could do one where reader (Lloyd’s older sister) Has been dating cole for a bit in secret and Lloyd and Garmadon find out and become overprotective ( I am so sorry I just love the overprotective dad and/or brother trope)

Boo (Cole Brookstone x Garmadon! Reader)

A/N; I stuck with the powers the reader has in this headcannon. I’m currently only writing for Ninjago, the Umbrella Academy, and Stranger Things, so send them in.

Summary; When the Ninja join the Tournament of Elements, Cole and the reader are forced to fight one another. Cole risking himself already raises suspicion to Lloyd and Garmadon, but it isn’t until they confront the reader before they find out the truth.

Also side note, Rest In Peace to Kirby Morrow who voiced Cole.

“THIS whole thing is so stupid,” You drop your tray onto the table seated with four men, settling next to your father and sensei, Garmadon,

“Hey, their foods great though,” Kai speaks up from across you, seated between Cole and your younger brother, Lloyd,

“Take it,” You mutter, pushing your tray to the hot head before resting your elbows on the table,

“You can’t be skipping meals, Y/N,” Garmadon states, dragging the tray back in front of you so you glanced and glared at him, “You never know when you’ll have to fight,”

“Hopefully never,” You spit, Garmadon raising his eyebrows at your tone, “Come on, dad. We’ve already had four rounds and none of us had to fight. Face it, Chen just wants us here for his enjoyment. He doesn’t want to lose any of us,”

“Me and you are seeing a completely different story here, Y/N/N,” Jay peers over the booth across from you, eyes squinting, “I want to fight. You just know you’ll loose,”

“Want happened to encouragement on the team?” Lloyd asks, looking up at Jay,

“Ehem!” A sharp cough through the speakers above cause everyone’s gaze to shift, “Ehem! Ladies and gents, it’s time for round five!”

“Oh come on,” Kai pouts at his food, poking at the chicken and dumplings,

“Would the following Masters please make their way to their assigned arena; Speed, Gravity, Nature, Mind-,”

“I told you,” You glare up at Jay.

“And our last two, Earth and Natural Occurances!”

Your eyes snap over to Cole, who nearly dropped his fork at the mention of his element, “Remember!” Chen laughs, “Only one can remain,”

“IM not fighting you, Cole!” You turn to stare at the black ninja, arms out in alarm before they raise to your hair, “Oh, God, what if he knows? What if he set this up on purpose and tells my dad-,”

“No one knows, Y/N,” Cole instantly steps up to put his hands at your wrists, pulling them down from your hair, “We just gotta do what Chen tells us to do, and we’ll both make it out,”

“Only one remains,” You remind, “One of us has to take the fall,”

“Easy,” Cole shrugs, your brows pinching, “You grab the blade as soon as it starts. You continue on,”

“No,” You shake your head, “That’s not how this works. Give yourself up instantly and they’ll know,”

“Well I’m not letting you take that fall, princess,” Cole pulls back, when Garmadon knocks and hastily steps in,

“You two ready?”

“IM not fighting you,” You repeat your earlier statement, hands clenched as you and Cole stood feet apart in the arena, every elemental master watching above.

“We can draw it out until they call it a tie,” Cole reassures, not loud enough to where Chen could hear, “Quick- attack me, but not too hard,”

You clench your jaw, throwing a hand out so a small tornado formed and threw itself at your secret boyfriend, knocking him off his feet and into the stone wall behind him,

You flinch behind your mask, stomping a foot down so the earth cracked, where Cole jumps to the side, tossing a wall of rocks in your direction.

“I’m bored!” You hear Chen whine, “Release the Condrai Crushers!”

Your eyes snap to the side, yelping when three vehicles roll out of the tunnels in the wall, one zooming straight for you.

You feel Coles arm loop around your waist, tugging you to the side before his back presses to yours, watching the vehicles surround you. “I got your back,”

“I got yours,” You murmur, hand grazing his before you lunge forward, throwing your arms up so the earth raised into a ramp, the first vehicle leaping off said ramp and ramming into the stone wall,

Cole dodges the next vechile, lunging towards the third to drop a pile of rocks over top of the driver, causing him, too, to crash into the wall.

You huff out a relieved breath and high five Cole, grasping his hand with a smile beneath your mask,

“Enough!” Chen shrieks, so you released Coles hand and turned to Chen, “I know what you’re trying to do. And if neither of you will win, you will both loose!”

You watch in alarm as the ground began to drop in small holes, your feet moving backwards and into Cole, his hands at your hips in alert,

You jump to the side when the floor gives out beneath you, stumbling as you are left surrounded by darkness, eyes looking up at the blade at the top of the post,

“Chen’s right!” Cole calls, as you look to him, “One of us has to be win!”

“And it’ll be you!” You shout back, finger pointed, “Get the blade, Cole. I’ll be fine!”

Cole rushes up the post as you look down at your wobbling knees, Cole jumping down onto a stone still intact, tossing the blade so it hit flat against your chest, your hands stumbling to catch it.

“Winner!” Chen calls, as your eyes snap up to Cole, shocked, “Loser!”

“Cole-!” You lunge forward onto the next stone, barely catching yourself as the floor gave out beneath Cole, dropping him into the darkness below,

You clench your jaw and glare up at Chen, chucking the blade across the arena so it slid off the stones, into the pit beneath.

“YOU seemed really distressed during that battle,”

Your eyes flick up from your food, your fork jabbed into the noodles you received. Garmadon raises an eyebrow, and you look back down at your plate.

“What, am I not allowed to care about my friend?”

“Not with how touchy Cole had been,” Lloyd sits down, eyes squinted, “What’s going on between you two? We both know if you had to go up against Kai or Jay you would have been fine with them giving themselves up,”

“Nothing is going on between us, Lloyd,” You snap, gaze hard, “Coles my best friend. We don’t know what happens when we loose, I didn’t want him to get hurt,”

“Y/N, I read you like an open book,” Your fathers tone softens, leaning forward, “Why didn’t you just tell me sooner?”

“Tell you what?” Kai cuts, and you drop your fork, pushing your plate forward,

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You ask, harshly, Garmadon frowning, “Nothing is going on between Cole and I. And if there was I wouldn’t tell you because I know how you both get,” You gaze shifts to Lloyd, before you slide out of the booth, hands clenched to stop the earthquake at the tips of your fingers.

“I got her,” Garmadon states, Lloyd and Kai sharing glances as Garmadon followed his oldest daughter.

YOUR hand wipes away the blue in your eye, hearing your fathers footsteps behind you, “Why are you following me?”

“How long?” Garmadon avoids, your arms crossing as you stopped, turning to face him with your head ducked,

“Almost a year,” You murmur, lifting your gaze to his,

“And why I am just now finding out?”

“Because you know how you are,” You squint, “Every boyfriend I had you scared away, and now that boys know who my brother is? They won’t even talk to me,” You hiss, shoulders dropping, “Cole is the only one who I seem to be able to control my powers around. I’m scared that without him here I’m going to accidentally kill someone with my powers,”

“You’ve trained,” Garmadon responds, your eyes rolling.

“Yeah, but I have your anger from when you were Lord Garmadon,”

You miss Garmadons flinch, but hear his sigh, “I just wished you told me,”

“I told mom,” You shrug, “She seems to enjoy the fact that I keep my relationship to myself. Guess that’s out of the box,”

“I won’t say anything to your teammates if that’s what you’re worried about,” Garmadon reassures, watching your fists release, as your brows,

“Thanks, dad,” You murmur, Garmadon smiling as he nods his head towards the dining area, hands behind his back.

“COLE!”

The Master of Earth turns away from helping Garmadon to his feet, stumbling back upon another figure ramming into him, mind quick to realize it was you,

“Whoa,” Cole laughs, weakly, eyes glancing at Garmadon before his arms wrap at your waist, “Dont worry. I’m fine,”

“You’re such an ass,” You lean back to hit his chest, hands then sliding to hold his face, “Dont do that again,”

“No promises,” Cole murmurs, looking over at Lloyd’s alarmed- “I knew it!”

Your hands drop as Lloyd points an accusing finger, Garmadon chuckling, “I knew something was going on between you two!”

“You’re just now realizing that?” Kai asks, so you spun to look at him, alarmed, “Oh don’t give me that look. You guys suck at keeping quiet at night,”

“Do what?” Garmadons smile drops into a scowl, your eyes widening as you take Coles hand,

“This is our cue to leave. We’ll meet you at the docks, guys,”

Lloyd crosses his arms, eyes squinting to his father, “Did you know about this?”

“Why do you sound like the father here?” Garmadon questions, side glancing his son, “Of course I knew. But go easy of them,”

“What?” Lloyd slacks, “Why?”

“An instinct,” Garmadons hands link behind his back, stepping forward to follow after you, “I have a feeling they’re good for each other,”

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falloutjay · 4 years ago

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The guys playing Outlast with s/o?

Ahhhh, you gave me such a good reason to rewatch my favorte Lets Play of the games while writing. I still need to actually play the second game myself already but I rather watch than do it myself. :D

Hope you enjoy! <3

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THE GUYS PLAYING OUTLAST WITH A S/O

Cartman:

Hyped to try.

He had it laying around but never got to play it, so when you discovered it in his collection and asked to play, he was on board.

He made his mom get good snacks and drinks and you guys will switch playing ever so often.

He will try to play more though, as he loves playing.

You don't mind at all, as you like leaning on him and watch him get slaughtered whenever an enemy gets him.

Stan:

He's a secret fanboy. He played the first game, Whistleblower and the second.

Despite having played the games some time ago, he still knows every major scare and enemy by heart.

He's not interested in playing, but he loves having you in his lap and watch you.

Every once in a while, when you get caught by an enemy too many times, you will begrudgingly give him the controller as he laughs.

Its really fun with him, since he will gladly explain what’s going on, when you don’t get it, and he will give you tips or background information on the game and its characters.

Kyle:

Newbie. No idea what he's in for. He knows it's a horror game but not much beyond that.

When you first saw Chris Walker, Kyle immediately renamed him to Cartman.

He will be scared sometimes, but not all that bad.

You love watching his somewhat serious side slip whenever he gets nervous because he heard something or gets caught by an enemy.

It's a real treat for you and you don't mind at all giving him the controller more.

His favorite is Outlast 2 and he is the only one who thinks so.

Kenny:

He's no stranger.

When it came out, he saw some let's plays and later got his hands on a used edition to play the first game himself.

He's happy when you offered to play Whistleblower and Outlast 2.

Just one weekend and minimal hours of sleep later you were done with both and it was amazing.

He will gladly let you play and make some bad jokes about having to hug you, so you won't get scared. (Even when he was the one that almost pissed himself at the Eddie Gluskin jumpscare)

He’s one of the funniest people and makes the game a little less horror, since he will involuntarily make you laugh, even when being chased around he asylum.

Butters:

He was no idea what the game is and gets quite nervous when you show him the cover.

"Why is that fella looking all roughed up, Y/N?"

Upon hearing that it's a horror game he would love to just say no, but he just can't deny your wish to play with him.

He feels super uncomfortable most of the time, since he's scared easily and would rather play a cute harmless game.

"Why are those fellas naked and.... Why do I even ask..."

You had to play at your house, since you know his parents would freak of the sight of the game.

He sat through the game, but he won't play Whistleblower or the second one with you.

Clyde:

Such a big mouth.

When you first asked him in school, he'd brag about how he will hold and comfort you and that no horror game can scare the big and strong Clyde Donovan.

You let him talk.

Yet at the very first scare he will hide in a blanket and watch you play.

"I-I it over yet?"-Questions every 5 minutes.

He liked the game and its story, but he will be so relieved when you finally tell him it's over.

He would never admit at school he was scared and will tell anyone that you were the scared one when you aren't near.

His friends saw right through his lies when you asked him to play the second game and he couldn't hide the dread on his face.

Token:

You’re both new and don’t know much about the games so its mutual curiosity.

Playing the game on Tokens big ass TV gives a whole different vibe but you both enjoy it a lot.

Switching after a major event is the rule and you root for each other and easily rush through the three games with joy.

You two are certainly not immune to jump scares though as you get caught off guard with a high-pitched scream ever so often.

Token is super enthusiastic about the game and you enjoy replaying the game once in a while.

It becomes a new hobby to try new horror games together and Outlast will forever be a special one that you replay ever so often.

Craig:

You wouldn’t have guessed that when you asked the stoic Craig Tucker to play Outlast, you could actually see his expression falter for a second.

In private he will admit that he’s not a big horror fan, but you manage to convince him to give Outlast a try.

So, you go over one weekend, place Strip with you guys on the bed, so he can calm you two and you start playing.

Once he actually gets to play and finds clues to what’s going on in the asylum, he’s hooked and cant stop playing.

The weekend after you guys will play whistleblower and after that the second game.

You both get scared ever so often, but Craig is a good partner when it comes to the chase sequences, as he is somehow better than you.

Similarly to Kyle, he will rename Chris to Cartman.

Craig will actually be thankful for showing you the games.

Tweek:

He will immediately say no. No Outlast. No horror games. Too scary.

If you still manage to convince him, he will just sit next to you with a dreadful expression.

He hates you so much for showing him all this shit.

He will scream and twitch like crazy whenever a jumpscare comes.

This blonde boy will never sleep again.

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✩ jaemin x reader | mall au | arcade attendant!jaemin | fluff | 3.3k

SUMMARY ⇾ when the claw machine eats your money, jaemin, the cute arcade attendant, offers to play a game with you in lieu of a refund. little does he expect you to beat him. | based off of @mistymark’s nct mall employees post WARNINGS ⇾ fluff, bit of angst, jaemin is competitive, kissing in the epilogue RATING ⇾ teen+

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t share or repost without credit!

Leaning over the glass counter filled with endless prizes, Jaemin holds out two large plushies, one in each of his hands.

“Pikachu or Spongebob?” He swivels his head to them individually before beaming down at the little girl in front of him.

With the alternating supervision of her parents, she’s been one of the recent regulars at the arcade and finally saved up enough tickets fo a decent prize, deciding to cash them in today. Her face lights up and targets in on one particular plushie, already inching towards it with open hands.

“Pikachu, Pikachu!” she squeals.

The worker’s smile deepens, “Great choice. Couldn’t have picked better myself.”

He laughs airily as she squeezes Pikachu like it’s the last thing she’ll ever love, bouncing up and down with joy. Today, the girl’s mom is with her and she holds her ecstatic daughter close to her leg, rubbing her arm warmly.

“So I guess I’ll see you two next week?” Jaemin asks.

“If she gets over Pikachu as fast as she did with Olaf, then probably yes,” the mom replies with a defeated head shake. “Thanks again, Jaemin. Say bye to the nice boy.”

“Bye, Jaemin!”

The mother and daughter wave good-bye with wide smiles, as did Jaemin. Giving prizes out and seeing the delightful reactions on the recipient’s face was one of the best parts of his job.

Oh, and so was being able to play all the arcade games for free.

For Jaemin, being the arcade attendant at the local mall was a dream come true. He was once in the same place as the little girl—always coming to the same arcade every day after school. Although he loved winning prizes (who doesn’t?), he also prided himself in being the best at every game, knowing all the secrets and strategies like the back of his hand. Dance Dance Revolution, Street Fighter, Beatmania, Time Crisis, Super Bike, Pac-Man… You name it, and Jaemin can wipe the floor with anybody. It’s why none of his friends liked to play the games with him, but they still had fun nonetheless.

“That girl is insane!” Chenle exclaims with a point of his thumb, strolling up to the counter. He’s one of Jaemin’s many friends and an everyday mall-goer. Jisung comes up next to him, also a friend and works at the mall’s McDonald’s. The mall was really a second home to them all.

Jisung bobs his head in disbelief. Then, he turns to face their worker friend.

“You’ve gotta admit she’s really good, right?”

The lanky figure cocks an eyebrow. “What are you guys talking about? I was busy giving out a prize to someone.”

The shortest individual of the three widens his eyes. “There was a girl who was just playing Super Bike. She kept kicking everyone’s ass, even us.”

Jisung nods fervently, “I was telling Chenle that she’s probably as good as you, maybe even better.”

Jaemin scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “No one can beat me at Super Bike, you both know that.”

“You haven’t seen her play, though…” Chenle sighs dreamily, perching his chin into his palms, as he drifts off into space and replays the gameplay in his mind.

“I don’t know, Jaemin,” Jisung shrugs. He absentmindedly fiddles with the bundle of tickets left by the little girl. “It’s about time someone beat you at one of the games.”

Suddenly, Jaemin snatches the tickets from his hands, startling the younger boy. Said younger boy glances up to meet a pair of slitted, burning eyes. In an instant, Jaemin’s eyes melt and a cocky expression flashes by.

“Like I always say, I never lose.”

He begins to count the tickets, but the thought of someone being better than him makes him lose track.

After he finishes counting the tickets, he casually checks-up on the motorcycle racing simulator to see what all the fuss was about. To his disappointment, he is met with a young boy, playing by himself.

Jaemin makes a mental note to keep an eye and ear out for this mystery Super Bike girl.

A few days pass. You’re at the mall by yourself to kill some time and to procrastinate on studying. You spent a while at the bookstore already, so you decide to do something a little more fun.

At the bustling arcade, you’re quickly drawn towards the claw machine with the mountain of plushies. You know the odds of winning are low, but one round couldn’t hurt. Placing your money into the claw machine, you begin to fiddle with the joystick. However, nothing’s moving.

Your face crinkles in confusion, so you add money again, thinking that maybe it was a one-time fluke. Nope, definitely not a fluke because the claw still doesn’t work. You’re now two dollars down and you didn’t even get the chance to play.

Walking around the arcade, you try to find a worker, but to no avail. You stand in front of the glass counter, waiting for an attendant. While waiting, you’re peering at all the variety of prizes to be won and wish you were skilled and patient enough to obtain such things. It’s no wonder why the claw machine drew you in, at least that game filled you with a false sense of a fast and easy win.

After finishing a supervising round in the arcade, Jaemin notices a girl at the front counter. Actually, scratch that, a stunning girl—one that he hasn’t seen in the arcade before. He’d definitely remember you if you had. The ends of his mouth stretch and he strides towards you with a wind of confidence.

“Hi, do you need help with something?”

Jolting slightly, you’re taken aback by both the handsome figure and the question. You saw him earlier at one of the games, but it never crossed your mind that such a young, attractive guy like that would be the resident arcade attendant. You subconsciously do a double take, eyeing him up and down, causing Jaemin’s grin to become more cheeky.

“Hi, yeah,” You point to where you were previously. “I was trying the claw machine and it took my money, but it didn’t let me play any rounds.”

“Oh?” He scrunches his face and heads toward the machine. You follow behind. “We just fixed it a few weeks ago, that’s weird.”

At the claw machine, Jaemin feels around the machine, checking on the knobs and buttons, and even places a coin into it to test out your claim. He tinkers with the joystick, and realizes you’re right; the machine’s only taking money without allowing any plays.

So he kicks it. Hard.

You break out into a chortle. “Does that actually help?”

“Always works like a charm.”

Another kick, and more chortling.

Jaemin shifts his head towards you and places a hand on his chest. His eyes waver, searching around him as if someone would be listening, and lowers his voice in a hush.

“I’m a secret machine whisperer, you gotta trust me,” he says with a small wink, and you trust him by standing back and resuming to observe him with a fluttering heart.

The attendant tries the machine with money once more, but the kicking evidently didn’t help. This only leads Jaemin to increase the intervals of his kicking. Soon, kicking evolves into desperately shaking the contraption.

Bemused and shaking your head, you comment, “I don’t think your whispering is working very well.”

He attempts one last time, but to nobody’s surprise, it fails. He tapes an out of order sign onto the glass. With hands on his hips, he exhales a lengthy sigh.

“Sorry for your lost money. I can give you a refund.”

“Aw, no. It’s okay, it was only a couple of bucks. I was more so looking forward to playing the game, really.”

A lightbulb goes off in Jaemin’s head.

“Did you wanna play a game with me to make up for it instead?”

Although he enunciates the question slowly, cautious of your reply and potential rejection, there’s a contrasting smug expression on his face. Your teeth tug at your bottom lip, about to answer, but then you pout.

“Aren’t you working right now though?”

Jaemin shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s kind of slow at the moment and I can argue that I’m maintaining the game.”

“Like what you were just doing with the claw machine?”

“Exactly.”

Both of you laugh in unison, gazes converging together. If only the strong sparks flying between you two could somehow fix the claw machine... but then again, you would’ve never had a reason to speak to the beautiful boy in the first place.

“Sure, what game did you have in mind?”

Tapping a finger on his chin, Jaemin runs the possibilities in his head. What’s a game that he can easily impress you with his skills, but is also equally fun for you to play?

“Super Bike?” he offers.

You nod with a small smile, “Okay, lead the way.”

Thankfully, as the two of you arrive at the game, no one’s currently playing. You jump onto the left motorcycle, while Jaemin gets onto the right. He enjoys how you cutely sway back and forth, accustoming yourself to the fake motorbike. He gives you a quick breakdown of the controls, and tells you to focus only on the gas and brake since he’ll choose automatic transmission to make things easier for you. You hum with puffed cheeks, ready to play.

Following Jaemin’s choices of the easiest map level and transmission settings, the race immediately starts.

Jaemin can play Super Bike in his sleep, so he starts off the first half of the lap with his eyes on his screen, then for the second half, he looks over at you for a few moments. You’re glued to your screen. The glint in your eyes sparkles with pure amusement and an edge of competitiveness. He breathes in the enticing sight, especially as you bite your lip with heightened focus.

But then, flashes of red flare upon your face. Jaemin’s heart knocks nervously at his chest because the flashes are coming from the sign above your screen with the words ”RACE LEADER”. He’s dragged straight into the match again, not wanting to lose.

“Have you played this before?” he shouts over the background noises and music.

“Only a few times,” you shrug lightly. Your eyebrows raise as Jaemin catches up, trailing almost nose to nose with the end of your motorcycle, yet the finish line is approaching fast. Narrowing your eyes, you accelerate and curve around the last bit of the map without struggle. Before you know it, you reach the finish line right before Jaemin does.

As the first place win radiates from your screen, you pump your arms in the air and remove yourself from the bike.

On the other hand, Jaemin’s gaze is stuck on the screen, jaw hanging. The big two taunts him with every flicker.

“Well, that was fun. Thanks for the game—”

You’re about to ask for his name, but his odd reaction catches you off-guard. You take a step closer to him until someone cries out:

“That’s Super Bike girl!”

Swinging your head towards the origin of the cry, you see a boy jog over with a wave of his index finger. Chenle’s voice breaks the arcade attendant out of his frozen state. Jaemin whips his head towards you, still on the motorbike.

“You’re Super Bike girl?!” he echoes, eyebrows knitted.

“I already have a nickname around here?” you giggle. “I only played this game once a few days ago.”

Chenle asks him, “Did Biker Girl beat you?”

Jaemin avoids the inquiry, darting his eyes and pressing his lips together tightly. The friend passes the question onto you with owl eyes, and you shyly nod.

“Oh, my God, and I missed it?!” He huffs in disappointment, but then recollects himself as he takes a few steps toward you.

“Are you free after seven to come back and play again? Our friends need to witness this. This is history in the making.”

Immediately, Jaemin shoots daggers into Chenle. The daggers definitely have profanities written all over. You catch a glimpse of Jaemin and can practically read every word.

“Uhm,” you lower your voice, despite the fact Jaemin can still hear you. “Your friend looks pretty pissed. I feel kinda bad to just come back to beat him in front of people.”

“Oh, don’t worry about feeling bad,” the attendant’s friend waves his hand carelessly. “He always makes us feel bad when he constantly brags about how he’s the best at every game in here.”

“Is that so?” You glance at the boy on the bike with a new perspective. You could definitely see this guy as cocky, but maybe he’s still sweet underneath the exterior. You also wouldn’t mind seeing him once more before you head home, and now you had a reason.

“Well, count me in. I’ll be back at seven on the dot.”

With a flutter of your fingers, you say your temporary good-byes to the pair of boys and head out of the arcade. Jaemin finally props himself off the motorbike, getting back to work.

Passing by Chenle, he half-jokingly seethes, “I hate you,” into his ear.

Without a care in the world, Chenle frantically messages their group chat to come by the mall later to witness the match of a lifetime.

“Hey, did I miss it?” Mark pants as he puts an arm around Jeno from behind.

“No, you got here right on time. Super Bike girl should be coming any time soon.”

On the backend of the motorbike, Jaemin sits at the edge of it, studying the modest crowd around the racing simulator. Along with Jisung and Chenle, several of Jaemin’s other close friends are here to cheer for his downfall. For those who aren’t there, his friends are equipped with their phones in hand, ready to record the monumental event.

Weaving through the crowd with mumbles of “Excuse me’s,” you reach your destination and appear in front of the arcade worker.

The rising buzz of the crowd fades from your ears and into the background within his presence. You melt at him looking so coolly, bending over the motorbike with folded arms, and give him a warm smile.

“Just because you’ve got a sweet smile, it doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you.”

You playfully drop your mouth as the people around “Ooooh” in harmony. Your tongue is pressed against your lower teeth as Jaemin spins himself to the front of the bike. You get onto your previous seat from hours ago, grasping onto the fake vehicle as if you owned it.

You watch Jaemin enter the settings in. He’s not underestimating you this time and he executes his promise of not going easy on you—the hardest map and manual transmission are chosen, signaling you to really bring your A-game for this round.

At first, the match is tight. You’re practically side by side on the map, even having the occasional opportunity to push him off track and vice-versa. Changing up techniques, as the second lap rings in, you switch transmission gears and ease on the brake for a brief moment, hugging the curve of the map.

With that move, the red light flashes above him. Jaemin believes, no, he knows he’s going to win. Sweet victory is on the tip of his tongue, he can taste it. Ten seconds are left on the clock, ten seconds left until he beats you and continues to reign king of the game.

But, you suddenly speed past him and the game’s over before he can properly process it.

The screams surrounding you engulf the entirety of the arcade.

Jaemin’s mouth is on the floor as he realizes he lost.

No, his mouth is six feet under because you’re currently entering a nickname into the all-time best rankings. You beat Jaemin’s time on the map, seizing the new first place rank for the game.

Everyone circles you in congratulations, but your eyes are honed in on one individual in the crowd. He hops off the bike, brushes past the crowd, and escapes to the counter, continuing his shift like nothing happened. Hastily, you go after him and find him crouching down behind the glass. He’s unpacking boxes filled with what you assume are prizes.

On your forearms, you lean over the glass counter. “Hey, when does your shift end?”

Your assumption is answered as you see him restock some of the plushies in the transparent container underneath you.

“Why do you want to know? So you can beat me again at another game?” he grumbles, the bitterness blatant in his voice. Nevertheless, you persist.

“‘Cause Super Bike girl wants to get to know the cute Arcade Boy she met today over dinner.”

He pauses and his eyebrows perk up at the words cute and dinner in the same sentence. His ego is still sore, but he’ll bite.

“Is it a date?” he presses further with a disinterested tone, continuing to move the items.

You drag your bottom lip up, drumming your fingers slowly against the glass.

“Only if you want it to be.”

Your words bandage his sore ego quickly, but he wants to bathe in his pity a little while longer. He twists his mouth, fighting against the urge to show you his teeth.

The boy stands up and leans over the counter too. He’s greeted by your strong aura, yet it doesn’t completely reach your eyes; your gaze is soft and gentle. “I get off at nine, so it’s pretty late.”

“That’s okay. I can play games until then—”

You peel yourself off from the glass and properly introduce yourself, holding your hand out. He glances at it for a second, then at your tender look. He gives in and can't help himself from grinning. The arcade attendant reaches for your hand and reciprocates the shake.

“I’m Jaemin.”

That day, Jaemin learned that losing at the arcade games wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

EPILOGUE

Clutching onto Jaemin’s waist underneath his leather jacket with your chin resting on his shoulder, you’re swaying side by side with him on the racing game that brought you two together. It’s his day off today, and both of you thought it’d be cute to spend some time at the arcade before the movie showing later that evening.

“Ease on the gas!” you dictate. He rolls his eyes at your backseat driving.

“No, it’s too early!” he protests and goes against your advice, accelerating further. When that makes him go off-road a bit, you sigh smugly while he groans meekly.

“See, and this is why I’m better at Super Bike than you,” you tease before pecking a kiss on his cheek. Tingles rise to his cheeks.

“Yeah, but I’ve played this game a lot longer than you.” It’s the second lap and he’s inching towards the finish line.

“Yeah, but who holds the record?”

After he speeds through it, the list of the best times roll onto the screen. Your nickname still stands proudly at number one from the day you asked him out on a date.

Jaemin smiles at the not-so far memory. He then twists and extends his neck over his shoulder, sharing a sweet kiss with you. Your grip around his waist tightens, your fingers sinking into his skin. His palm raises and cups your face, deepening the kiss.

Breaking away for a moment, he says, “Yeah, well, I’m the better kisser.”

You sweep your nose against his. “That’s up for debate…”

Your lips meet once more lovingly.

“Can you guys stop making out in the arcade again?” Jisung groans. “Kids are here, you know. Like me.”

Chenle cuts in, “I thought you were glad someone beat Jaemin for once.”

“I mean, yeah, but I didn’t expect the same person to have her tongue constantly down his throat!”

Still lip-locked, Jaemin and you smile into the next kisses from their remarks while Jisung and Chenle run off to play another game, far away from the new couple.

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