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rosesbxrry · 3 years ago

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𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞

𝔼𝕟𝕙𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕌 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

You really didn’t want to come to the party that Jay threw in his mansion. Not because you have not started studying for the upcoming calculus exam, but your ex-boyfriend would definitely be there since they are in the same circle of friends. Avoiding him throughout the party was harder than you thought but you stood there, wide eyes, staring at Heeseung with blood on his mouth and hands.

Pairing: Heeseung X Fem! human Reader

Genre: Smut 🔞 (Minors DNI), slight angst, slight fluff, exes to lovers

Warnings: mention of blood, kidnapping, very heavy alcohol consumption, lots of profanity and cursing, smut warnings under the read more

Word count: 13,708 words

Series masterlist

Smut warnings: lots of sexual tension, Heeseung being somewhat a soft dom, oral (male receiving), dry humping, dacryphilia, praising (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, Heeseung being sexual frustrated and horny as heck, reader being Heeseung’s greatest weakness, hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else.

Author’s note: It would be better to read Jungwon’s installment first since there will be references to that.

You refuse to believe that vampires are real.

For God sake it was the only thing people were talking about among the students lately. Ryujin and Winter seemed very engrossed on the topic as they chewed on their lunch.

In contrast, you were very stressed out. People are busy worrying and being afraid of the supernatural while you are in a dilemma about a real life crisis.

Math was not your strong skill, especially when calculus is involved. Failing the upcoming exam, to you, is way scarier than a fictional myth that was spread for shits and giggles.

“Are you even listening, y/n?”

“Hmm.”

Ryujin and Winter glance at each other as they anxiously stare at you picking on the mac and cheese with a fork, an obvious frown on your lips. Winter signals something to Ryujin with her eyes, in which the latter nodded, leaning into you closer.

Ryujin gives you a reassuring smile. “Hey, don’t worry about the exam okay? Look at the bright side! You can always retake it―ouch!”

Ryujin let out a yelp of pain when Winter kicked her in the shin under the table, a death glare evident towards the blonde who was clueless towards what she had done.

You groan as you lay your head against the table, ruffling your hair in frustration. How were you supposed to pass this exam with such little time? Was this your punishment for the lack of time management that you slipped past the fact that you had an exam in four days?

Maybe Ryujin’s right for once. At least if you retake it, you’ll have enough time to study harder. But that means paying to do the resit, which, as a broke college student, was not an option as well.

“Umm…you don’t really have to go to the party, you know?” Winter reassured, patting you on the head for comfort.

“No, no, I promise I’ll go. We’ve been planning to go right? I just can’t back out now.” You said, blowing on the piece of hair blocking your view as you sat up from your seat.

“If you say so. Oh yeah, one more thing I need to tell you―” Winter spoke out before you cut her off.

“Oh shit, I forgot!” You exclaimed hurriedly to them while you packed your stuff, stacking up trash and the plate of untouched mac and cheese on your food plate.

How can you forget that you had to meet with professor Baek today about an assignment? Things were not going great for you this week.

“I’m sorry I have to go! I’ll see you guys later for the party!”

With one hand hugging your stack of books while the other balancing the food tray, you juggle the two as you walk-off the table to put the tray away.

You turn to a corner only to bump into a group of guys, particularly the person in front of you.

Thankfully you didn’t fall and the fact that the guy held onto the food tray before it got knocked down gave you a sense of relief. Well, until you realize the bowl of mac and cheese has toppled over the edge and onto the guy’s shirt.

You cringe out of embarrassment, cursing at how the world was against you at this time and moment.

“Shit!—I’m sorry, I—”

The moment you lock eyes with a familiar pair of doe eyes, you wish to crawl into a hole and never come out of it. Someone please save you from the humiliations and make you disappear from the Earth’s surface because you had just bump into your ex-boyfriend, Lee Heeseung.

And you spilled mac and cheese all over his shirt.

Horrified? It does not even come close to describing how you feel right now. With mouth agape and dumbfounded by the situation, you were frozen from your spot and you couldn’t think of a word to say right now.

Your fight and flight response kicks in and just like any other embarrassed person, your flight response takes over.

The moment pass by like a lighting strike and you found yourself literally running out of the cafeteria door.

You didn’t take in Heeseung or he’s group of friend’s reactions. They were probably as embarrassed as you are.

You can’t believe you left him hanging there with your food tray still on his hand, mac and cheese attached to his shirt.

By the time you’ve arrived at professor Baek’s office room, you were as red as a tomato while reassuring him that the cause of it was due to the summer’s heat.

Heeseung casually walked over to where Jay, Jake and Sunghoon’s table were, having come out of the washroom to clean his shirt after the mac and cheese situation.

Jay looked over and pointed at his damp shirt. “That’s gonna stain.”

“Dude, seriously, you knew she was at the corner. Why did you let her bump into you?” Jake questioned, chewing down on his sandwich, though he grimaced slightly after swallowing it.

It was all an act. Human food was not necessarily a bad thing for a vampire. But their body will reject it and the boys find it not as appetizing anymore compared to when they were human, except for Jay, who was born a vampire and had never enjoyed human food to begin with.

“She literally went hit and run on us.” Sunghoon commented.

“I mean I would. Imagine spilling mac and cheese on your ex.” Jake said, a tone of understanding.

“Well this could have been avoided if someone used their vampire senses and dodge.” Jay explained, staring right through Heeseung.

The said male shrugged, not knowing the reason why as well. He knew you were around the corner, sensing you were about to turn in a frenzy and crash onto him. But he was frozen as well.

Maybe it’s the little selfish feeling in him of wanting a reason to see you again.

How long has it been since the both of you broke up, almost three months? Heeseung can’t remember clearly. All he knows is that he had broken two years worth of relationship with the person he was still in love with. The reason? Well, things are complicated when you’re a vampire.

The other three males look at each other in understanding when Heeseung doesn’t respond. It was obvious to them that he still had feelings for you.

The way he’s eyes will follow you wherever you are in his view, longingly staring whenever you laugh or smile from afar. It didn’t go unnoticed to them, though Heeseung stubbornly denied all their accusations, insisting he had moved on.

But it was a choice he made the moment he knew the dangers of being a vampire.

It was a choice that hurt him, and you, for the sake of your safety.

“You guys are literally the worst.” You whined, sitting at the back of the passenger seat while Ryujin and Winter were staring back at you with apologetic looks.

The three of you have arrived at the party’s destination. You could already see the flashing lights inside the mansion, the silhouette of drunken students dancing to some god awful songs.

There was already random stuff thrown left and right at the front porch and roof top; confetti, newspapers, toilet papers and egg cartons?

Anyways, you were excited for the party until Ryujin pulled in front of Jay’s mansion did you found yourself in confusion. It was then they drop you a huge bomb which leads to the situation now.

“Why didn’t you tell me that the party belongs to Jay Park, aka my ex-boyfriend’s best friend!”

Winter winces at the way you whisper yelled at them while Ryujin looked at you with the most oh shit face ever.

“We were gonna tell you y/n. It’s just that the timing wasn’t right.” Winter tried to explain.

“Maybe you should have told me before we left the dorm?!!”

You were already losing your mind. The incident during lunch at the cafeteria this afternoon was still fresh in your mind. Oh god you had to face Heeseung again and you don’t know if you can take this amount of embarrassment in one day.

“Calm down y/n,” Ryujin reasoned, her voice lace with optimism. “maybe there’s a chance that he might not come?”

You gave Ryujin the most deadpanned look. “No. When there’s Jay Park, there will always be Heeseung as well.”

You watch Ryujin open her mouth to contradict but soon closes it when she realizes you were right. You raise an eyebrow at her, challenging her to elaborate in which the blonde couldn’t.

“Welp, there’s a burger joint at a gas station down the road. Should we go there instead?” Ryujin suggested.

You shook your head, a sigh of remorse escaped your lips for cock blocking their fun. It wasn't right of you to not let them, your best friends, have some fun just because you didn’t want to see your ex.

This was definitely something you need to move on and not be childish or toxic about. Plus, there was free alcohol and you knew Jay had the best in town. If you were to suffer, at least you can indulge yourself with some nice liquor.

“We’re already here right?, might as well just go in already.”

You rolled your eyes when Ryujin yelled in triumph, arms in the air with a wide grin on her face, her suggestion before this came flying out the window the second you cave in.

“Let’s go party losers!”

You and Winter glance at each other, a playful smirk exchange between each other as the three of you unbuckle your seat belts, heading towards the front entrance of the mansion.

The living room was as spacious as you remember. Back then, Heeseung would often bring you here to hang out with the others; mainly Jake, Sunghoon and Jay, with the courtesy of the owner himself of course.

It was here that you spent a lot of time together with Heeseung; watching movies, playing games and sometimes when it gets too late into the night, there was a spare room you shared with him where you would cuddle and chat for hours until the both of you would sleep in each other’s arms.

You shook your head after reminiscing the bittersweet memories. Were you really getting all sappy in the middle of a party? Sure it was definitely the happiest memory with him, but you had to pull yourself together because the reality was, you guys aren’t together anymore.

What hit the nail on the head further was the fact that you see him sitting at one of the sofas, a cup on hand while a girl was dragging him to his feet, probably begging him to dance with her as a grin was plastered on her happy face.

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” you said.

Winter didn’t stop you as you marched away from the scene into the hallway.

She saw what you had seen, watching you with a look of worry on her face as you disappeared. But Winter knows that you’ll probably need some time to think for yourself thus, she lets you go alone.

To be honest, it did hurt a little.

But it’s over between the two of you. You had no right to be jealous of the girl but you couldn’t help but realize that you’ll never get over him after seeing that.

Fuck. You need some alcohol.

It didn’t take you too long to arrive at the kitchen; you knew the place like the back of your hand. There were tons of beverages at the tables and islands, but you knew where Jay had placed his most prized liquor and you didn’t hesitate to open the cupboard under the sink.

You have to thank and apologize to Jay the next time you see him.

“Boo!”

You yelp in surprise when you almost spilled the drink while pouring it into a cup. The person who scared you laughed aloud, his voice familiar to you as it echoed throughout the empty kitchen.

“Fuck off Ni-ki” you whine in annoyance.

The male had a wide grin on his face as he hops onto the kitchen counter beside you. Honestly, it was annoying how sneaky he can be and the fact that you couldn’t feel or hear him approaching you from a distance was quite terrifying.

“Gosh, let your liver breathe for a chance would you?” he teased, obviously referring to the alcohol in your hand.

You gave him a sarcastic smirk. “Why are you here? Isn’t it past your bedtime? Where's Sunoo to tuck you in?”

He scrunched his face and stuck his tongue at you in retaliation.

“I’m assuming this is a reaction after seeing Heeseung just now?” Ni-ki said and you immediately gave him an icy sharp glare as the male put his hands up in defeat.

“Don’t even go there.” You hiss.

Ni-ki was nonchalant about your death glare and threatening words; only leaning closer as if he was about to spill a secret to you.

“Just something to add,” his words now attract your attention as you perk up your ears to listen closely. “You shouldn’t worry too much about the girl you saw with him in the living room.”

You snort at what he said, sipping on the liquid in the cup. “Would you say the same thing as Kim Hari?”

Ni-ki winced at the name mentioned. “I can’t guarantee you with that one. She’s a persistent one.”

Kim Hari. She was a girl who had her eyes on Heeseung even at the beginning of your relationship with him. Though she knew he had a girlfriend, which was you, it didn’t stop her from blatantly flirting with him.

You hated the fact that she knew Heeseung had a girlfriend, knew that he was uncomfortable with her advances, yet she continues to do so in order to get under your skin.

The only thing holding you back from potentially choking her was the fact that you trusted Heeseung, and he also reassures you that he had told her off multiple times. Honestly, that was the only thing keeping you sane.

But now that everyone knows about your breakup with Heeseung, rumours circulated that Kim Hari and Heeseung had been spotted together and that they were hooking up.

You didn’t care if he really did hook up with her after. The both of you had ended your relationship and he was a free man; he wasn’t obligated to you anymore.

It was still stupid rumours coming from the mouth of students but boy did that shit hurt when you heard it.

“What else do you want from me?” you sigh at Ni-ki as he still had that shit eating grin on his face even after telling the piece of information.

“Do you wanna play a game?”

You watch the empty glass bottle spin and spin, the opening end of the bottle stops and points at the person sitting opposite of you.

You let out a breath of relief as everyone around you laughs and teases San as he drinks a shot of soju; unable or unwilling to answer the question given to him.

You had gotten yourself into a sticky game of truth or shot; a made up alternative game of spin the bottle where whoever got chosen had to pick whether to answer a truth or take a shot of soju instead.

In a normal setting, you would be having a blast right now. But unfortunately, you took a sneaky glance at Heeseung as he drank from his cup; sitting at a sofa with his signature man spread, an amused smirk on his face as he watched San take a shot.

Why did he have to participate as well? If you knew, you would have booked it right there and then. But, you had made your presence known to the group of people playing and if you leave now….why do you have to succumb to peer pressure?

You have to remember to punch Ni-ki in the face next time you see him.

In the middle of the game, you text Ryujin and Winter to come and rescue you but the two of them somehow got involved as well, meaning you were screwed if the bottle points to you.

You and Heeseung basically have a bull’s eye on your forehead right now, your past relationship could be the source for the truth given when either of you are chosen by that stupid glass bottle of beer.

Whatever happens, you thought, the shot of soju sounds better.

“Let me spin the bottle next!”

Choi San grabbed the bottle, spinning it in the middle of the floor. It spins and spins until it stops at, lord and behold, Lee Heeseung sitting on the sofa.

The moment San makes eye contact with you across the room, a mischievous smirk and a teasing glint on his eyes, you knew you were fucked.

“Who’s a better kisser? Hari or y/n?”

Everyone in the room immediately burst into a group of whistling and howling, obviously enjoying the little scandalous question. Dread immediately washed over you, glancing as Heeseung stared at the floor with a hard look.

Please just take the shot of soju, please just take the shot of soju; you chanted in your head in desperation.

But when he looked up to make eye contact with you, his eyes reminded you of the first time he confessed to you with so much affection and adoration, you were stunned the moment he said your name.

“y/n.”

You hear the sound of people talking in excitement, some exclaim in surprise as they start to whisper to one another; glancing back and forth between you and Heeseung.

You drown out their voices. You were staring back at Heeseung, his gaze at you never left the moment he said your name. You find it hard to breathe and the next thing you know, you abruptly stood up and walked away when you saw his mouth opening to say something else.

You heard Winter calling you out as you left and Ryunjin’s loud voice as she shouts ‘asshole’ towards the doe eyed male causing the ruckus in the room.

Your legs subconsciously drag your body away towards an empty room. You slide down and rest your back against the hard door after entering, curling up and hugging your legs to your chest as you feel tears starting to prick your eyes.

Why did he have to do that? Did he know how much you cried over the break up he initiated? He doesn’t know how hard it was for you to fall asleep, to even swallow anything, feeling ruined like you were dying after he broke your heart.

He had the chance to drink the soju, to walk away or just pick Hari; but he chose to make you feel this way instead and send you mixed signals.

So you did what you knew best, you drowned your agony in rounds of alcohol at the party, feeling the liquid burning your throat. But it helps you to relax, to have fun and most importantly, it helps you forget the pain.

Don’t worry, it’s not as toxic as you think it was. Ryujin and Winter was literally the best; bringing you some alcohol as the three spent time drinking, talking and laughing at the empty room you were in while ignoring the party throughout the night.

They had the decency of holding you back and keeping you in check; they knew you were going to regret it the next morning.

So when you all decided to head back to the dorm at two in the morning, you were only slightly tipsy from all the drinking, your face warming up to some degree.

“Wait, I need to go to the bathroom.” you announce as Winter and Ryujin climb into the car. They told you to hurry up as you rush back into the mansion, heading towards the closest restroom on the ground floor.

The bathroom was so nice and clean that you didn’t mind sleeping on the floor if you could. Your eyes were so tired with eyes half-lidded that the only thing you could think of after returning to the dorm was to sleep.

You close the door of the restroom, heading back to the car as fast as possible when you hear a faint sound of groaning at the end of the hallway.

The place was quite dark; save for the party lights illuminating the hallway. There was no one other than you in the vicinity with most of the students already returning back.

You heard whispers of voices; a mix between two male and a girl before it was followed by a whimper of agony. At the corner of your eyes you spotted a trail of red spots leading towards where the voices were.

This was straight up like a horror movie. It felt like a scene in The Shining, except you were Danny without the bike and the hallway was too dark for you to see the end.

You swallow down the lump in your throat, feeling fear creeping up your body, sending a cold shiver down your spine. You feel goosebumps forming on your skin as the voices get louder and louder as you slowly walk towards it.

The closer you got, the more you were convinced that the red spots were indeed trails of blood. You caught a faint waft of a metallic smell, like a copper coin in the air. Your heart palpitated louder; you could hear and feel your heartbeat at your throat.

The scene at the end of the hallway was not what you had expected.

You close your mouth with your hand in shock, eyes wide with what you witness.

You watch Heeseung death grip a male by his neck, blood dripping down the latter’s mouth and head. Beside Heeseung was the girl you saw in the living room with him, her back against the wall with frightened eyes, hiding behind Heeseung’s protective figure.

Your gasp must have reached their ears because their attention was immediately on you.

Thanks to your distraction, the male found the perfect opportunity to escape from Heeseung’s hold. But it was enough time for you to realize that the man you saw had golden eyes which glowed in the dark and a pair of wolf ears on his head.

The man ran into a room, the sound of glass shattering echoed and you assumed he had escaped by jumping out of the window.

Heeseung let out a string of curses, a perplexed look plastered on his face as he glanced back and forth from the man’s direction to your figure.

You watch in horror, taking a step back in fear as it registered on you that Heeseung’s eyes were as red as the blood on the floor. His hands and shirt were bloody and you assumed it belonged to the injured male who had run away.

But it was nothing compared to his fangs protruding out from his upper lips, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth due to an injury.

A vampire.

A flashback to when Ryujin and Winter talked about a rumour about the supernatural creature crossed your mind. Not for a second did you believe those stupid rumour but now, you were staring back at one. You guess the joke was on you now.

You took large steps back as his eyes now zeroed onto you. You trembled at the sight and for a second, you thought this was your end right here.

But you found the strength to immediately run and not for a second did you look back.

“Welp,” Jay started with a hand on his hip, observing the broken glass window where the werewolf had escaped. “Maybe some duct tape can do the trick for now.”

The others came the minute they heard the big commotion. There were shards of glass everywhere on the floor, the curtains fluttering as a cold breeze entered the room.

Heeseung had filled in everything that happened.

The werewolf who had come uninvited to the party last minute, had the audacity to torment Jaehee, whom he had cornered just because she was affiliated with a group of vampires.

Being a ghost was always discriminated against among the supernatural species that roam earth.

When the soul of a deceased human is unable to pass peacefully, a ghost is a manifestation of that; they continue to roam around in an amiable human-like façade.

But unlike how the media have portrayed them, ghosts generally wander in solitary and don’t possess abilities or characteristics that make them a threat to anyone.

They prefer to stay away from other people’s business and instead, are in search of their own purpose in order to pass into the afterlife. In a way, they were the underdogs; the odd ones.

So when Heeseung stumbles upon Jaehee, the ghost of a woman his age wandering in the old building beside the campus, he took the opportunity to help the lost soul who had no idea she was dead in the first place.

"What did you say his name was again?" Sunghoon asks, pushing a few pieces of glass shard away from the floor. Jungwon had given Heeseung some wet cloth to wipe away the blood on his hand while Sunoo was attending to the small wound on his mouth.

"I think it was Jisung or something?" Heeseung tried to recall. "He mentioned his alpha being Bang Chan," Heeseung turned to Jay who was in deep thought. "Does that ring a bell? He said that you, K and whoever this Bang Chan person is, go way back."

Jay closes his eyes for a moment, reminiscing old memories that happened centuries ago. A few seconds of silence went by before he replied. "I mentioned to you guys before that there existed a great war between vampires and werewolves?"

The others attentively listen, nodding their heads for Jay to continue.

"K's pack, in a way, was our double agent; working together with the vampires, with me, in order to take down the werewolves."

Ni-ki raises his eyebrows in confusion. "Why would K's pack help the vampires?"

"Because the werewolves intended to eliminate Humans," Jay declared. All of them watch as Jay walks towards a table with a stack of books, pulling one in the middle, watching the tower fall apart as a few books go tumbling down on the floor.

"I think anyone with a brain can tell that by doing so can fuck up the whole balance of the system. You take out a species in a food chain, the whole pyramid topples over."

There was tension in the air at the way Jay was glaring at the fallen books. There was something else flickering across his face, maybe pain? sadness?, but it disappeared the moment he turned to face the others again.

"After the war, some packs survived and surrendered, and one of them belongs to Bang Chan's. But I don't think this little taunting had anything to do with him."

"Henchmen acting on their own?" Jake guessed right away. Jay nodded in affirmation at him.

"This is something me and K might have to do, just stay low in the meantime. Another thing―" Jay then turned towards Heeseung.

"Are you sure there was no Human witness?"

The image of your frightened face and frozen figure cross his mind.

"Yes, I'm sure of it."

You now believe that vampires are real.

When you rushed out of the mansion and climbed into the back seat of Winter’s car, your face was as white as sheets and you were dazed until Ryujin had to shake your shoulder to get your attention.

You couldn’t bare yourself to sleep. The images of Heeseung’s piercing red eyes gazing back at you kept replying in your mind as you toss and turn in your bed.

But for some reason, his gaze to you didn’t felt threatening; the fear in you was fuel from the atmosphere before that, the amount of murderous intent in the way Heeseung choke the other male with bloody hands and the tension leading up to the discovery.

You didn’t get a wink of sleep.

You had to drag yourself to get ready for morning class and your head throb a little. Winter was kind enough to give you a hangover cure and you find the pain had lessened as the class ended.

You tried your best to avoid Heeseung. He was already in a different Major than you so it was relatively easy, except when you see either of his close friends did you swerve around since it’s likely that he’ll be with them.

And also the fact that you can’t trust either of them now. They could also be vampires for all you know.

In a sleep deprived state, you nonchalantly walk at the main hallway of the west building of the campus, looking forward to eating some good dinner before heading off to dreamland for a much needed sleep.

You were yawning and wiping the tears accumulated on the corner of your eyes, minding your own business before a hand reached out to grab you by the arm, dragging you to the doors of an empty lab.

You were about to scream until the person clamped your mouth shut with the palm’s of their hand, already anticipating that you’ll shout for help.

You tried to trash around and wiggle out of the person’s grip but the minute you faced Heeseung, you immediately stopped dead in your tracks.

“If you don’t scream, I’ll let you go.” He said.

With brows furrowed and a defiant look, you lick his hand in hopes that he’ll let go, but when he stares at you with an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk, unaffected by your little trick, you glance down in embarrassment before nodding your head.

The second he lets you go, you pull yourself away from him, making sure the distance between you and him is as far as possible for you to feel safe.

Heeseung slowly retreats his hand back, feeling a little hurt by the way you immediately separate yourself from him. But at the same time, he understands why you were on guard and glaring at him cautiously.

Especially with everything you had witnessed, he doesn’t blame you.

“Listen, I just wanna explain to you about what happened.” Heeseung raises his hands up to show his palm, he needs to show you he means no harm.

“I don’t think there’s anything to explain.” You curtly reply.

He gave you a pleading look. “Please, please just listen to me. I promise you it’ll all make sense.”

With lips pressed in a deep thought, you let out a sigh of frustration, giving in to his desperate attempt to explain himself.

“Fine. But you stay where you are.” You pointed your index finger at him angrily.

Heeseung went into a period of word vomit, spilling to you everything that needs context and explanation. The more in depth he went into, the more horrified you were and it took you a moment to fully digest the information.

“Don’t tell anyone. Including Jay and the others about you knowing.” He quickly added at the end.

You gave him an almost snort of sarcasm. “Of course idiot, I don’t want to look like a freak in front of the whole student body.”

You watched as a genuine grin spread around his face, obviously entertained by your comment and the little insult you called him, but at the same time, you saw a wave of relief in his body at the way he instantly relaxed.

You realize that this was the first time the both of you spoke to each other after the break up. It was much more natural? than you expected, minus the supernatural part of the conversation.

Or maybe it's the fact that deep inside, you still wanted to talk to him, even after all the sufferings you went through.

“But I have a favor to ask, if you don’t mind. You can say it’s a bargain for keeping my mouth shut.”

Heeseung perks up when you mention the word ‘favor’, with an anticipating look as he waits for you to continue.

Jake regretted agreeing to tutor you for calculus.

No, it wasn’t because you were a frustrating student. In contrast, he was happy to help you pass the upcoming exam. Not to mention the look of shock on his face when it was Heeseung that told him that you wanted a tutor asap.

Jake regretted on agreeing because he didn’t expect to be a fucking third wheel.

The schedule was simple. After your class, the both of you would meet up at the library for the tutoring session. He didn’t mind that Heeseung wanted to tag along, as long as you were comfortable with it.

He had fun teasing the older male about his lingering affection for you, something Heeseung still denies constantly, which in turn, results in an eye roll from Jake.

It was the lingering glance towards each other from across the table, the way y/n will get distracted every time Heeseung does the bare minimum, the way Heeseung would bring coffee for you but accidently forgot to get one for him, it was those little things that make him scream internally, wishing for this to be over.

The fact that neither of them even tried to be subtle got him gagging at the amount of sexual tension in the air.

The both of you might as well make out on the table and Jake will still ask you if you’re done with the practice question. It wouldn’t make a damn difference.

Jake Sim wasn’t the only one who noticed.

“Are you fucking Lee Heeseung?”

You choke on the orange juice you were peacefully drinking before Ryujin opens her mouth. You wipe the excess fluid dripping down your mouth and pat your chest as you continue to cough.

“Shin Ryujin, what the hell?!” you scowl, feeling disgust at the sticky residue of the juice around your chin. Ryujin rolled her eyes at how dramatic you were while Winter was beside her, ready to interrogate you further.

Just when you wanted a peaceful lunch.

“Answer the question y/n. Are you and Heeseung rolling in the hay?” Winter asks. In confusion, you reply in disarray.

“What?”

Ryujin gave you a deadpanned look. “Did he put his dick into your hole?”

Winter gave her a questioning look, obviously appalled by her poor choice of word, in which Ryujin shrugged at. “Did you have to be so vulgar?”

“Someone has to be the bad cop.”

You glance back and forth between the two, shaking your hand to catch their attention, with eyebrows in a furrow.

“What makes you two think that me and Heeseung are fucking?” you ask in confusion. The both of them turn to give you a stunned face.

“Winter, have you or have you not notice that Heeseung and y/n were literally eye-fucking each other without knowing whenever they are in the same vicinity.” Ryujin said in a posh manner, repositioning her posture as if she was having a normal conversation with Winter.

“Why yes Ryujin. And the way they scan each other’s body from head to toe whenever they greet each other? Might as well just take each other’s clothes off while you're at it!”

You cross your hand over your chest, giving the both of them an annoyed look as they continue their act of taunting you. “Are you both done yet?”

“Look,” Ryujin said, switching to a more serious side “There is definitely something hanging between you guys. Both of you dumbasses don’t realize it but all of us do, including Heeseung’s friends.”

“Have the both of you ever talked about why he broke up with you in the first place?”

You pause a little at Winter’s question, pressing your lips in silence, not knowing what to answer.

It’s true that ever since the situation at the party, it seems that you and Heeseung have been interacting more lately.

For over three months of complete avoidance after the break up, you had cut him out of your life, sometimes not even acknowledging his existence.

But now, it was just simple hellos and glancing at each other across the room.

Sure, sometimes you would catch yourself staring at him for too long. Maybe if he didn’t wear that damn lip ring or a pair of tight pants while sitting with his legs open you wouldn’t ogle on him too much.

Okay, maybe you were still into him a little too much but exes can still talk to each other right? It’s not like he feels the same way anymore, or not, he wouldn’t break up with you in the first place.

Whatever the tension they were referring to, you refuse to acknowledge it. You reassure yourself that it might be because you now know his secret, and that it's just him looking out to see if you’ll break the promise.

Yeah, that’s it, you thought. There’s no way it was anything more than that.

The first time you met Jaehee, you didn’t expect a ghost to look more alive than a normal human being.

Jaehee often whined and complained to him how she wanted to explore outside and have fun with girls her age.

The only person he thought was you; the person who perfectly fits the candidate criteria which is a girl (obviously) and knows the existence of the supernatural.

To be frank, you were the only human girl he knows that is aware of the supernatural, making you his only choice.

When Heeseung said that he needed help from you, which is to accompany him and the said ghost on a walk around the mall, you expected her to look like Casper the ghost or the undead looking ones from the conjuring.

With short hair cut and youthful features, she was so lively and sweet that you wonder how the girl is even remotely the same age as you.

Heeseung did tell you that he speculates that she was probably a couple hundred years older than them, and had died closer to their age. Thus, she doesn’t know anything about the current world right now.

He mentioned that Jaehee was not aware that she was even dead the first time he met her. So, he decided to take her in for a while until she could pass into the afterlife; making him her babysitter.

It was then that you understood the relationship between the two; Heeseung being more like a guardian to the girl to keep her safe in the meantime.

You can’t believe that the hint Ni-ki gave you was actually real and you felt bad for misunderstanding the situation back at the party.

But now you get why he warned you that Jaehee can be too mischievous and eager to learn about the human lifestyle.

You were probably dragged every five seconds by the hand, the girl kept questioning everything around her with such an innocent wonder that you can’t help but smile in endearment. It made you think of how cruel it was for her to stay in the real world rather than passing in peace.

It was also fun watching her reaction to riding an escalator for the first time; seeing her turn rigid and holding onto your jacket with her eyes closed, curling to your side in a cowardly manner.

Heeseung throughout the whole time trailed behind the two, hands in his pocket with a small smile on his face as you gently patted the frightened girl on the shoulder, reassuring her that the escalator was safe.

He did the right thing to invite you.

After what seems like hours of window shopping, you teach her a thing or two about fashion and now, she seems more obsessed with the idea of dressing up and modelling than actually buying the clothes.

This leads her to beg you to join as well, which you gave in and let out a sigh of defeat the moment she gave you a pair of puppy dog eyes.

You stood in front of the mirror of the changing room. The lights were blinding your eyes off and the heat radiating from it was not helping as well. The mirror was tall and large, showing your reflection from top to bottom.

It was a simple white floral dress that reached your knees, halter straps with a bare shoulder look giving it a breathable and easy design built for comfort.

It was definitely a type of dress you would often wear in the summer but now that it’s closing to autumn, the weather was a bit more chilling.

You choose this just for the heck of it; already missing the sunny weather.

“Tadaa! Heeseung, tell me how I look?” you hear Jaehee’s voice from outside the changing booth. She must have finished trying on her outfit.

“Pretty decent for a ghost.”

You let out a small chuckle when you heard Jaehee pouts and whines at Heeseung’s monotone response. You knew from the tone of his voice that the male was only joking.

He did that pretty often with you whenever you wore something new to show off to him. He would pat your head, telling you he was just joking before proceeding to whisper in your ear, how beautiful you look.

Well, last time when you were still in a relationship.

“y/n! Come out! I wanna see your outfit.” Jaehee said in a sing-song manner. You adjust and pat down the material of the dress one more time before opening the door.

“Tadaa.” You emerge from the changing, gesturing to your outfit with fake enthusiasm to try and match the ghost’s excitement.

Jaehee claps and squeals in delight before linking elbows with you. She dragged you both together to stand in front of Heeseung, who was sitting on a chair, preoccupied with his phone.

When he looks up, you suddenly take note of the way his eyes widen and his posture straighten, his hands slowly putting down the device.

His eyes rake down from your body to your head attentively as if drinking in your appearance, lips slightly parted and Adam's apple bobbing as if you had him under a spell.

It was at this moment, you finally understood what the others meant by the weird tension.

You suddenly realize that maybe the dress was showing too much leg; your shoulder being exposed excessively as well.

When you start to feel warmth at the tips of your ears, hands fidgeting and legs moving to shift your weight, did Heeseung whip his head to look away, a hand covering his mouth. He tried hard not to glance your way.

“I have another dress I wanna wear! I’ll be right back!” Jaehee, who was obvious about the sudden change in mood, skips back to the changing room, leaving the two of you alone.

There was an awkward silence present in the room and it didn’t help that Heeseung was still looking away from you.

“I’m….gonna go change.” You nervously said, tip toeing in a fiddly manner towards your own changing room to save yourself from the embarrassment.

When you were gone from his sight, Heeseung let out a deep sigh of relief, back slouching on the chair.

He massaged his face, the image of you in that dress looking so sexy and alluring kept replaying his mind. The way the outfit showed off your shoulder and the way it hugged your curves; Heeseung groan in agony just thinking about your fucking legs.

He tried to suppress the arousing feeling in him. He can’t stop reminiscing the times where he could hold your body against his, leaving butterfly kisses on your collarbone, his hands caressing the skin of your thighs as he goes higher and higher until he hears your voice hitch—

He let out a muffled groan. He can’t believe he was acting like a pubescent teenager fantasizing about illicit things by just seeing fucking skin on a girl.

You obviously were uncomfortable with his gaze, the look of confusion on your face before he looked away. He can’t keep leading you on like this, like he was in love with you, which he madly is and will always be, but he was the one who broke your heart.

You didn’t deserve to be played like this.

But he misses you. He miss you so fucking damn much.

He hasn't even told the other’s yet about you knowing that they were vampires. He can already predict the disappointment in Jay’s face if he knew.

No human was supposed to know the supernatural exists; whether it be vampires, werewolves, ghosts or even demons, whom Jay has mentioned still roam among human civilization in hiding.

He had tons of episodes where he accidentally came across humans in his vampire characteristics, the look of fear in their eyes made him accept the fact that he is no longer a human.

But what really scares him the most was the fact that you’ll also feel the same, that you’ll also see him as anything but a blood sucking monster.

How did you end up here in the first place?

You let out a soft groan, pushing your head up from the most aching position you’ve ever slept on. A pulsing headache overwhelms your sensation.

Your throat is dry and you squeeze your eyes a couple of times as your view becomes increasingly clear.

It took a while for you to realize that you were in a dark warehouse. The window outside indicates that it was way deep in the night, only the moonlight shone through the glass pane.

A few strands of hair had stuck on your face. You were about to push it away until you realized you couldn’t move your arms. It was at this moment you took in the fact that you were tied to a chair, tight ropes circle around your body and holding you down captive with your hands behind your back.

“What the hell?” you question, confused at the situation. It wasn’t until you noticed three figures observing you from a far at the other side of the room, gold eyes shining through the dark, spacious warehouse.

“Jisung, she’s up!”

“Shut up, Hyunjin. I know she’s up!”

“Guys, I don’t think this is a good idea. What if Chan-“

“-Chan Hyung won’t know anything if we don’t fuck this up Felix.”

The loud conversation caught your attention as the figures slowly emerged out of the shadows. The one in the middle immediately sparks familiarity in your head.

It was the male you saw at the party, the person who Heeseung had beat up for threatening Jaehee, the one who is a werewolf.

The other two follow suit, standing side by side with each other, looking slightly perplexed compared to Jisung.

From the outside, they look like normal, everyday, mundane students but you know you shouldn’t be fooled by what you can only see with the naked eye.

“Where am I?” you asked.

Jisung gave you a smirk. “Before I answer you human,” he said the last word with such distaste that he almost spit. “I have a few questions of my own.”

Walking closer until he was an arm’s length from where you were captured, he tilted his head slightly towards the other two. Hyunjin and Felix understood the gesture, silently walking away until it was only the two of you in the dark, spacious room.

You put up a guard, uncomfortable at the way he was staring at you unpleasantly. You swallow the fear creeping up your throat, feeling anxious at the fact that you had just been kidnaped, captured and brought into an unknown place.

The last thing you could remember was walking home after studying in the library before your mouth was clamped shut with a piece of cloth, presumably containing the drug that knocks you out cold. But what would you offer to a bunch of werewolves? unless-

“You need me because of Heeseung.” you clarified.

It makes sense right? He saw you at the party. He probably saw you, Heeseung and Jaehee together in public as well. What else would he take you as a hostage for? To take revenge on Heeseung for beating him up?

Jisung gave you a rather taunting chuckle. “Close enough, but that’s not really what I’m after.”

“Then what are you really after?”

“Information,” Jisung said, hiding his hands in his pocket nonchalantly as if he didn’t commit a crime. “Tell me where The Sanctuary is and the location of the Dust and I’ll set you free.”

The Sanctuary? Dust? You stared at him in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

The way his mood shifts tells you that he didn’t expect that answer from you. You watch the corner of his lips turn downwards and his eyes fuming with anger, lips press into a thin line making you anxious at what he was about to do to you.

“You don’t know don’t you?”

You flinch when he reaches out to grab your jaw, pulling you forcefully to look at his rather haunting golden eyes.

You stiffen immediately at the contact. You know the minute he had the chance, if he just twisted your jaw with enough force and the right angle, you would be gone in a second.

So you sit still, waiting for his next step with hands forming into balls of fist to hide the fear, nails digging at the palm of your hand. The rope around you felt even more suffocating now, cold sweat trailing down your back.

“I hear that you and him have been together for a while. It seems that he didn’t tell you anything?”

“We broke up months ago. It seems like you didn’t get the latest news? And here I though you’ll have a keener sense that Heeseung”

You didn’t know what came over you. It was not the right time for you to get sassy, knowing that he had the advantage to kill you now. But it kinda ticks you off that he mentioned your past relationship with Heeseung.

“You humans really do know how to bark don’t you?” He sneered. You could feel his hold on you tightens and you winced when his sharp nails dig into the skin of your jaw and cheeks.

“Even if you don’t know anything, you can make a really good bait,” He examined you further. “You really do look hideous up close.”

You snorted, “Don’t worry, you’re not exactly the level of Jacob Black as well.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“I don’t know if I should feel sorry or jealous about you not knowing twilight,” you said.

You should really stop rambling before he actually kills you.

He gave you a distasteful look. “I don’t indulge in foolish human culture.”

You were about to retort before you saw him immediately perk up.

He looked agitated but there was a sense of expectation in the way he turned towards a figure approaching the two of you. His lips curl into a provocative smirk as he turns to stand behind you, the strong grip still attached to your face.

“Well, well,” He let out a very amused chuckle “it seems like your saviour is here.”

Your eyes widen as Heeseung emerges from the shadow. He looked dishevelled and you could see that he was breathing rapidly. But he could only look at you the moment he stepped out into the lights.

“One move and she’s gone.”

A shiver went down your spine when you heard the werewolf from behind you. You could see Heeseung still held his gaze at you, eyes soft and filled with reassurance, as if to tell you that everything will be alright.

You let out a gasp when Jisung twists your head in an angle, moving it enough for you to react.

Heeseung immediately moves his attention to the male behind and his gaze hardens at the way the werewolf was smirking in triumph in getting the vampire’s attention.

“Your watchers weren’t really that challenging,” Heeseung said “They were more cooperative than I thought.”

Jisung was displeased and honestly taken aback by the words. How could a mere Alter Vampire, a human turned into a vampire, be able to get through two werewolves that survived the war centuries ago?

They were far more superior than him. Even a pureblood born vampire struggles in a fight with them. How could he—

“Han Jisung.”

You couldn’t comprehend how a simple voice could make all the strands of hair at the back of your nape stand up.

The voice was commanding and you could tell that this person knew the power behind his orders, because the place was overwhelmingly suffocating the minute he showed himself not far beside Heeseung.

Jisung’s hold on you quiver, as if he was affected by the voice in such a severe manner as his breathing intensified and you could tell he was on edge.

“Let go of her, Jisung.”

The male behind you shook his head. “No! I won’t! We were this close to getting the apprehend Chan-hyung. If we can get access to the The Sanctuary, the witch’s hut then—”

“Then what Jisung? The war has been over for centuries. We lost and it’s time that we move on” Bang Chan let out a sigh of disappointment, trying to reason with the younger male but Jisung was still persistent on going with his plan.

“I’ve already told Felix and Hyunjin to keep an eye on you, and you went behind my back? behind the Alpha’s permission?”

Jisung’s face contorted in betrayal. He finally understands how Heeseung managed to go through them with ease, they were with the Alpha in the first place. He bit his lips in frustration.

“Jisung, let go of her.”

Bang chan’s voice was like a spell, hypnotic almost, as he slowly prowled towards them. Jisung’s hold on you was quivering harder, as if he was trying to resist the order given to his Alpha, the leader of the pack.

But to no avail, Bang Chan was far more superior, far more ancient, and because of that, his pheromones were absolute.

Jisung knew that. That was why he stood frozen in his place before he slowly let go of your jaw and fell on his knees with his head hanging, no longer able to resist the order.

You feel how powerful the pheromones were. Your vision starts to blur and your lungs feel like it is squeezing against your chest with such force that you start to break out into cold sweats.

You were at the verge of passing out, eyes heavy and threatening to shut close. You don't know how long you can take with this suffocating feeling as you let a deep breath of agony.

It wasn’t until you felt the ropes around you begin to untangle and you felt a pair of cold hands holding on to your face, softly calling out to your name.

It was Heeseung, and he urged you to wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you bridal style, lifting you up from the chair into his arms.

Everything felt like a fever dream like you were going in and out of consciousness. You hear Heeseung and Bang Chang exchange a few words but it was muffled due to your condition so you weren’t able to make up their conversation.

The last thing you remember was Heeseung whispering to you that he got you and that you were safe from harm's way before you passed out.

You almost thought whatever happened to you was a dream, because the next day, you woke up from your bed feeling more normal than ever.

It wasn’t until you noticed a note on your bedside did you realize it was all real, and also the fact that you still felt a little iffy; no thanks to the drug and pheromones physiologically affecting your body to the core.

I’m sorry.

It was a simple note, but it conveyed to you thousands of emotions that Heeseung couldn’t put in words.

Of course he would apologize, you thought, gripping on the piece of paper as you try to suppress the dejected feeling in you.

It was the same words that utter out of his mouth when he broke up with you. No explanation, no elaboration on why he wanted to break up, just a simple apology afterward.

You knew he wanted to say something more but saying those words was easier, because he genuinely felt sorry, but you don’t even know why he was apologizing for? Sorry for falling out of love? Sorry for dragging this relationship out? Sorry for breaking your heart?

And now, was he apologizing for getting you involved with the supernatural? or was it for letting you go through a whole process of getting kidnapped and endangering your life?

You didn’t like it at all, as you wiped the tears at the corner of your eyes, threatening to escape as you recall the memory in your mind.

It felt like he was pushing you away again, keeping you hidden, keeping you safe but hurting you at the same time.

The werewolf mentions that Heeseung didn’t tell you everything about him, and you imagine how much more was Heeseung keeping a secret from you.

Heck, he hasn’t even told the others about you knowing and you wonder if it had anything to do with the information that Jisung mentioned.

It made you realize that if the both of you don’t talk about it, it would only make the wound even more unbearable.

You were honestly so happy when the two of you were getting closer, even if the both of you considered each other as acquaintances; it was better than being complete strangers.

It’s as if the gap between you two were within an arm’s reach ever since you knew that he was a vampire.

But now, he was so far away from you. Like a star in the night; he was so close yet so far from your reach.

It was what you thought when you went to the balcony of the 3rd floor of Jay’s mansion, opening the sliding door to see Heeseung leaning on the railing, his head looking up towards the dark sky.

At that moment, you really thought he was among the stars that night.

You close the sliding door, muffling the sound and music coming from the party down in the living room. When you arrived, your first mission was to find Heeseung among the crowds.

But when you bump into Jay on the way, he gives you a knowing smirk, an eyebrow raised as he gestures to the stairs, mouthing to you where Heeseung was, as if he knew you were searching for the male.

He knows.

“Is Jake your messenger dog now?” you said, tucking your hands into the pockets of your jacket as you feel the autumn chill against your exposed skin, causing you to shiver.

You wonder how he could resist the cold breeze with just a black t-shirt, a white cap and trousers until you realize, of course he can, he was a vampire after all. They were the embodiment of coldness.

Heeseung turned around to face you with a small smile, pearly white teeth threatened to show itself as you stroll to stop beside him, hands rested on the railings as well.

“I get it that the message was delivered well?” He asked.

You nodded. “I even gave him a treat for helping me pass the test.” You let out a giggle, fingers fiddling against the steel railings when the conversation died down. Heeseung had folded his arms and rested against it.

“So,” you started, shifting your weight between the balls of your feet out of nervousness “Why did you ask Jake to tell me to come meet you at the party?”

Heeseung stared out of the distance, licking his bottom lip out of habit when he was anxious. You could tell he was trying to recollect himself, finding the right words to articulate himself to you.

You waited there, basking in the cold breeze of the night.

“The day I found out I turned into a vampire was a few months ago,” He said. “I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I was confused, so unsure of myself on what to do.”

“Jay really helped me out during those times but then, I started to think about what being a vampire really meant.” He turns slightly to meet your gaze.

“You don’t know what the supernatural world has to offer, y/n. It was a lot to take in. Enemies, danger and dark magic lurk everywhere, wherever path I take, and don’t get me started on the immortal and blood sucking thing.”

“It took a great toll on me, like something was sucking my humanity bit by bit, tearing me apart like a sheet of paper and it was at that point that I knew this was my fate and that there was no escape to it. I- I don’t think I can even trust myself as well.”

You reach out to gently place a hand on top of his and you could physically see him immediately calm down. The both of you stare at the way he moves to lace his fingers with yours, something about the action made the both of you realize how complete it looked.

“And then I thought about the future, what it meant to my family and the friends around me and—“

His words died down when he turned to look at you, an unbearable expression on his face and you knew what meant before he even finished his sentence.

His thumb rub circles around the back of your hand, feeling how warm you are compared to him.

“When I heard that he was taking you hostage, I think I almost went into rampage mode,” He laughed out with such nervousness that you knew he only did it because you knew he would.

“If it weren’t for their Alpha being there, maybe you’ll see what I am capable of.” He stopped to look at your reaction.

You only press your lips in silence, remembering the time where he held the werewolf by his neck at the party. They are powerful creatures, no doubt but Heeseung— he was different. There was no way he would intentionally hurt someone without a reason.

“That’s why, I need to show you this,” with his other hand, you watch him pull a sachet bag from his pocket, “This is dust. It’s an item desired by many, made by a witch and Jay is the only one who possesses it. It only works for humans to make them forget about the supernatural. Using this, you can—“

“Wait, wait—“ you stop him from continuing, taken aback by his sudden proposition, “—you’re telling me to forget about everything? Are you insane Heeseung?”

“You don’t understand, don’t you? When you stumble across me at that party, I thought that was the end, that you’ll finally be afraid of me, heck even think I’m a monster.”

You search his eyes in disbelief. “Why would I even think of that? You know that’s not true.”

Sure you were afraid the first time, but what kind of person wasn’t? But being with him after makes you realize that it didn’t change who he was, he was still Heeseung and he was very much not a monster.

He let out a low sigh. “I knew that. That’s why I took the chance, that’s why I didn’t tell the others about you knowing. I wanted to let you know that I was still the person I was before. But I can’t let what happened slip by again.”

He shook his head, his eyes pleading for you to understand. “Please, I’m begging you, I don’t think I can let anything happen to you. Keeping you safe is all I fucking wanted.”

His voice crack at the end, biting on his lower lips to keep him from breaking down in front of you. You understand now why he broke up with you.

You try to blink away the tears threatening to spill but to no avail; Heeseung watches as it flows down your cheeks as you punch at his chest in fury.

“You idiot.” you lent another punch to his chest but Heeseung could barely feel the force as he continued to stare at your upset face.

“And here I thought you broke up with me because you fell out of love, or maybe you finally realised that I wasn’t the one anymore. How selfish can you be to break up with me, only to say that was in favor of my safety!”

You didn’t know how many times you punched him right in the chest until he moved to hold your wrist. At this point, you couldn’t stop the tears flowing down your cheeks as your sobs echoed in the air.

Heeseung was silent the whole time.

“No matter how hurt my heart is, I’ll always be here for you,” You whimper, “Please don’t let me go Heeseung.”

Heeseung could feel his heart broken into millions of pieces. He was distorted, everything inside him shake, bend and break when you looked at him with those eyes and the walls and fences he built came crumbling down.

He took you in his arms, feeling your warmth against his body as he dived into the crook of your neck. He felt your hands clawing and clenching at the fabric of his shirt in desperation, pressing him closer to you.

He basks in your sweet scent, a mix of vanilla and something floral. To him, you smell like home where he truly belongs and at that moment, he knew you got him wrapped around your finger.

He’ll never let you go anymore.

Heeseung broke the hug to caress your face, wiping away any dried tears on your cheeks. You lean closer to rub the tip of your nose against his and Heeseung reciprocate back.

He traced his fingers over your features, steely eyes succumbing to how beautiful you look before it stopped to your lips. You notice his gaze through his eyelashes as his thumb rests on the cushion of your lower lips.

You can feel his breath tickling your cheek bones. He leans closer, palm holding the side of your face before he slowly closes his eyes and captures your lips with his.

Immediately a burst of butterflies invade your stomach, feeling his lips against yours was feeding the hunger that was starved in you when he was gone. You clench harder on the fabric of his shirt at the satisfying notion.

Heeseung felt the ache in his throat disappear the moment he got a taste of your sweet lips. No amount of blood could ever soothe the itch he felt losing you and may he dared confess, you tasted better than any blood he tasted.

He was addicted to you.

Heeseung broke the kiss in such a sudden manner that you let out a soft whimper. Your thirst was not quite quenched yet.

A little in him fucking love the way you look right now, lips swollen and eyes half lidded. He couldn’t wait to see how you look if he went even further.

“I didn’t hook up with Hari. I wanted to tell it to you during the game but you left before I could explain.” He whispered.

Slightly dazed, you swallow down your saliva before replying. “Why are you bringing this up now?”

He pushes you gently against the railing, pressing his body further into your body. His other hand trailed to rest on your waist before he rested his forehead against yours and suddenly, you were hyperaware at the amount of lust and desire pooling in his eyes at the way he was staring at your lips.

“I wanna show you how ruined I can be at just a taste of your lips. I want you to bring me on my knees,” He moved to lick your bottom lip, nibbling at the flesh, inducing a moan from your mouth at the motion.

“I want you to break me and make me fall apart.”

He captures your lips once more but this time, you can feel how desperate and needy it was. You felt the railing behind you digging on your back as Heeseung continued to ravish your mouth.

He let his tongue slip into your mouth and felt it explore every inch of you. You let out a string of muffled moans against his lips and it only tugged on his arousal even more.

You were out of breath, desperate to break the connection, but your carnal needs out weigh your own lungs. So you started to claw at the back of Heeseung’s neck, feeling his hair in between your fingers to draw the kiss even more deeper.

You never knew loving could hurt so good.

He seems to notice your squirming, hesitating to break the kiss but the minute he let’s go, he dives into the crook of your neck. A small sigh escapes as you breathe in a few gasps of air.

“Heeseung.” you weakly called out. You let out a whimper when he continued to kiss your neck to your collarbone, feeling his lips leave wet kisses on the skin.

Though you tilted your head to the side, you grabbed onto his shoulder to get his attention. “Not here.”

Your pleading cries caught his attention and before you knew it, Heeseung grabbed you by the wrist at such speed that you didn’t notice that he was leading you towards a familiar guest room, away from the crowding noise of the party downstairs.

It was the guest room the both of you would often use, both for cuddling and also some illicit activities that was once the reason why Jay refused to let you guys use the room anymore.

Heeseung didn’t hesitate to connect his lips once more to your neck the minute he locked the door. His teeth nibble and graze against the sensitive surface and you can’t help but moan when he moves to cup one of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh through your shirt.

The both of you moved closer to the edge of the bed as Heeseung continued to pleasure you. Removing your jacket, you let your hands travel down to his chest until you felt the hard outline of his cock against the fabric of his trousers.

Heeseung let out a small groan against your neck as you rub the hardened cock, the friction was causing his toes to curl and his hips to buck against the palm of your hands.

“Let me suck you off.” you breathe out.

Heeseung felt his breath hitch a bit, the mere thought of your lips wrapping around his head sends a fury of lust coursing through his body. He already felt some precum leaking out of his cock and the tent only grew bigger when you began to unbuckle his pants.

“Fuck y/n,” He groaned, watching you began to kneel against hard floor, pulling his trousers until it pooled on his feet. “Are you trying to make me cum before we even start?”

You let out a small laugh, “You were the one who told me you wanted my lips to break you and make you fall apart.”

Heeseung let out a loud sigh as you pulled on his boxers, freeing his hard and aroused cock from the confinement. He let his fingers thread through your hair before It rested on a secure grip behind your head.

If you were going to suck him off, he wanted the best view to watch you untangle him.

“Then I am at your mercy.” He whispered.

You rest your hand on his thigh before shoving his length into your mouth. Heeseung let out a whined moan, feeling his cock get engulfed by your warm mouth and feeling your tongue dragging at the side of his length where all the veins were protruding out from the stimulation.

You watch from above as Heeseung closes his eyes from pleasure, shuddering ever so often when you let your tongue slip past his slit and tasting the salty precum.

Heeseung began to groan louder when you hollowed your cheeks, focusing on going up and down his length. He was enjoying the view from above, watching his cock disappearing inside your mouth.

“Fucking shit y/n.” Heeseung’s grip on the back of your head went tighter and you felt him slowly move his hips forward. His action caused his sensitive head to rub against the back of your throat. He was so hard, so big and so solid in your mouth that it was stretching the corners beyond the limits.

“your mouth feels so fucking good. That’s it baby, right there, yeah just like that.” He praised, eyes rolled to the back at the pleasure.

You tried to control the pace by gripping onto his thighs but Heeseung continued to deep throat you and fucking your mouth until he was a moaning mess. Tears were starting to sting your eyes and you fought hard on your gag reflex to avoid getting choked.

With one last thrust, his thigh clenches and you watch as he throws his head back, releasing his hot seeds into your mouth. You continue to pump the remaining length but your mouth stays attached to his head, welcoming his cum into your mouth.

You close your eyes shut, swallowing every drop of his seeds until it drips from the corner of your mouth to your chin.

Heeseung’s breathing was labored and he pulled out of your mouth once his high had died down. You relish in the bitter taste of his cum before wiping any excess dripping down.

A small sigh escaped his lips, trying to recover from the intense orgasm. It was everything he dreamed of, it was everything he wanted.

You had always gave him the best head, but being away from you for three months, it was like torture every time he wanted to jerk off.

He always imagine his hand as your wet cunt or your mouth, but even after reaching his climax, it never felt as good as actually having you, which in turned causes him to feel sexually frustrated.

There was something endearing at the way he trailed his hand to your glistening lips, a thumb pressing on the lower part. As much as he wants you to abuse him with those pretty lips of yours, it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his desire.

“I need you baby, tell me you want this too.” Heeseung tug at your chin, prompting you to stand up. You wrap your hands around his neck as he gently places his hands onto your hips.

“I want you Hee, I want you so bad.”

You mumbled before your lips connected with his. His arm trailed downwards at your back before clutching onto your ass, shoving his bare hard cock against your abdomen.

There was so much desperation in the way he dry hump you. You can’t help but raise a leg to feel the delectable friction even more, giving excess to him as he holds onto the back of your thigh to hook it to his hip.

The knot under your stomach grew deeper as he continued to rub against you. All you can think of is the wetness pooling in your panties as Heeseung continues to nibble at the bottom of your lips.

The mattress cushions your fall when Heeseung pushes you. From where you lay, you watch him quickly pulled his shirt off before he was aiding you in taking yours as well.

“Your so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous you know that?”

The minute you took your bra off Heeseung was quick to murmur those praises while leaving feathering kisses on your cleavage. Every touch of his lips sends waves of pleasure to your core but the minute he sucks a nipple while simultaneously pinching at the other gets you arching your back.

Heeseung worshipped your breast as you continued to mewl and moan at every flick of his tongue against your nipple; gripping on the sheets of the bed while the other was nicely tugging at his hair.

He released you from his mouth when he heard your breath hitch, now tugging at your skirt to remove it. “Do you touch yourself thinking of me?”

You blush at how blunt his words were. Slightly taken aback, you pressed your lips shut, but in fact, the times where you did feel aroused after the break up, you find yourself calling out his name as you pleasured yourself; your face flush with shame when you realize after.

Your silence was all the confirmation he needed.

“Did you touch yourself like this?” He began to rub your folds over your panties, two fingers gliding over before stopping to circle around the sensitive nub of your pussy.

“Heeseung!” you moan, feeling your core pulsate at the friction. Your nails dig into his forearms as you feel your thighs twitch at every teasing motion he did to your clit.

He moved closer to you, watching the way your mouth was agape, eyes squeezing shut when his fingers moved to directly touch your wet folds. Every moan and whimper was music to his ears and he felt something raging and burning in him at the way you call his name.

As much as he likes to finger you until you are a mess, he removes your panties before tossing them to the side, moving closer to align his length against your core.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” He tenderly caressed your cheeks, as you nodded.

You couldn’t hold back a loud moan when he slid into you. The stretch was foreign, a bit uncomfortable and it was at this moment you realize how big Heeseung was.

It took you a few seconds to adjust to his size, your walls clenching to every surface of his cock and then you felt it hit you like a truck; the most euphoric pleasure you felt as he filled you to the brim until his pelvis was on yours.

Broken moans erupt from you as Heeseung thrust into you, moving in and out once he heard you begging for him to move. You find yourself reciprocating his movement, bucking your hips to match his thrust.

You grab a hold of the sheets. The pleasure was so overwhelming and you felt the bubble in you slowly growing bigger and bigger, waiting for that one push to finally pop.

Heeseung was equally as star struck, groaning ever so often on your ears as his arms, holding him above you, flexed at the side of your face. At this point, the bed frame was swaying at every movement of his hips, but his only focus was how tight and fuckable you feel.

“Fuck,” you cursed as Heeseung quickens his pace, “Right there Hee, I’m close.”

When your walls clench tightly around his cock at a particular thrust, Heeseung wasted no time than to repeatedly hit that deep spot. He went absolute feral, his hips wouldn’t stop moving, his pace was fast but he made sure his head railed onto that little bud perfectly.

“Cum for baby, show me how good I make you feel.”

He groans lowly, hands now gripping your hips to intensify every thrust. Though he was relentless, you see the longing in his fogging and half lidded eyes. He trailed his hand to your cunt, pressing and playing with you clit to drive you over the edge even more.

You don’t know how many times you’ve choked over calling out his name. You could only feel your orgasm nearing as he continues to mercilessly hit that perfect spot and circulating his finger over your sensitive knob.

He wanted to see you unravel, and unravel you did when you cried out his name, your orgasm washing over you like waves.

The only view you see was the ceiling as you arch your back, toes curling. The bubble that was building up in you burst into oblivion, and you want nothing more than to feel like this forever with Heeseung.

Your walls clenched so tightly onto him that it became the final verdict for him to cum as well, his hoot seeds filling you up. He grunted, biting on his lower lips at the sheer amount of pleasure that overwhelmed him until he swore he saw stars.

Heeseung slowly pushes through a few final thrusts hoping to savour the orgasm the both of you shared until he no longer feels ropes of cum pouring out.

He pulled out of you, collapsing at the space beside you. The both of you were panting and covered with sweat, still recovering from the climax. Heeseung’s mind was dizzy and exhausted at cumming twice but he shuffled to lay on his side to face you.

His push a few strands of hair stuck to your face and smiled at the way you were still dazed, mouth agape and heartbeat in disarray.

“Hey,” He softly called out, swallowing down his saliva “I love you.”

In contrast how he was previously, Heeseung said those words with the utmost adoration, his doe eyes staring back at you. His hair was a mess but it only adds to the tenderness of the moment as you place your hand on his with a smile on your face.

“I love you too, idiot.”

You look so perfect beside him. He was so stupid to let you go, and of course you’ll want to stay with him. He’ll show the world how much you mean to him.

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parkersbliss · 5 years ago

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Honey Eyes | T. Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland X Female Reader

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: amnesia? brief mention of a car accident. angsty, but ends with fluff

Summary: Tom keeps trying to get you to remember him, but he is slowly losing hope.

Request: Hello! May I please request something angsty where the reader and Tom are in a car accident and she doesn’t remember him. The media and fans are worried about Tom when he’s only worried about her. And then one day something brings back all the memories! I also like to suffer hahaha

playlist/song inspiration: Right Now by 1D, Falling by Harry Styles, Fireproof by 1D

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It all happened so fast. One minute the car was driving smoothly on the road and the next there was a crash and Tom was thrown forward into the seat in front of him. Of course, he didn't care he immediately went to check on you. At least he thought he did, in his dazed reality, Tom was just blubbering nonsense to the seat in front of him before he passed out.

...

The room was a blinding white. Tom stretched, bones cracking as there was a loud commotion coming from beside him.

"Oh thank god!" Harry said, standing next to his eldest brother. "you're not dead!"

Tom gives him a quizzical look, "Yeah, no shit."

"I see a near-death experience still hasn't changed your attitude."

Harry crosses his arms as Tom rolls his eyes, "whatever, I'm fine. You would think if I died Harrison would be here."

Harry goes pale at the mention of Harrison and Tom quirks an eyebrow at him, "what?"

"He's with (Y/N), we take turns watching you guys."

Tom tries to climb out of bed, "I need to go see her, where is she?"

"Tom, no, I don't think that's a good idea just yet. You just woke up."

Harry tries pushing him back down on the bed, Tom complying because he doesn't have any strength to actually resit him.

"Is she awake? Can she come here?"

Harry considers it, "I'll go ask Haz. If she can I'll bring her to you."

Tom nods, fiddling with his fingers. Were you okay? He didn't remember much about the accident, not that he wanted too. He watches as Harry disappears from the hospital room, he notes the grim look on his face.

You weren't far from Tom's room, just three doors down. Harry knocks on the door softly to let you know of his arrival. He silently closes it behind him.

"Tom just woke up," He said to no one imparticular. You were sat on the bed, the same blank expression on your face.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Harry smiled, hoping to coax some type of recognition from you. Instead, he gets the usual forced smile and small "hi Harry."

You had woken up a few days before Tom, but unlike him, you had no collection of any of the events that had occurred in the past year. The boys were devastated when they found out. Harrison had been in your room when you had awoken and he didn't hesitate to hug you, only to find you not returning the action. He stepped back and saw the confusion on your face, following that he called a nurse who ran a few tests, concluding that you were suffering from amnesia.

"Would you like to see Tom?" Harry asked gently.

"Is he the one you guys keep talking about? The one I was dating?"

They both nod, Harrison, pulling up a picture of the two of you in Bali. A quiet 'oh' leaves your lips.

"Are you sure he wants to see me? I don't want to crush his heart."

"Sweetheart," Harrison started. "Tom loves you and I know you don't remember, but believe me, he wants to see you even if you don't know him. His whole life revolves around you being happy. He always puts you first."

You nod, "Okay."

The two boys lead you to his room, Harry staying with you outside so that Harrison can explain the situation to Tom.

"Hey," Harrison greets, hugging his best friend.

"Hey," Tom replies. "Is she here?"

"Tom, I- there's no easy way to say this."

Tom interrupts him, "She's not dead, is she?"

"Oh my god, No! She has amnesia."

Tom felt his heart drop, "she doesn't...?" he asked, hoping Harrison would say something else and wash away this nightmare. It was like being in the sun at the beach, the water lapping around your waist, and out of nowhere a giant wave crashes over you. Tom couldn't think clearly, it was like he was drowning and he hadn't even seen you.

"I'm sorry, Tom, but the doctors say you might be able to trigger something. It's unknown."

"Can I," He gulps, bracing himself. "Can I see her?" It was hard for him. Tom wanted to see you again, your beautiful face and the gleaming smile, even if it wasn't for him. Harrison nods, opening the door as you slowly step inside, Harry behind you.

"Love, hey," Tom catches himself, watching as you flinch at the use of the name, whereas normally you would blush. "I'm sorry," He said. "(Y/N)."

"Hi Tom," You greet. There was a smile on your face, but Tom could see right through you. Your eyes had lost the spark of excitement they always held, there was a smile on your face, but it didn't burn as bright as it uses too. Your body was folding in on itself, trying to hide from him and it crushed Tom.

"Do you remember anything?" He asks.

You shake your head no, avoiding his gaze and letting one of the other two boys in the room speak for you.

"Nothing from the past year," Harrison said, picking up on your avoidance of the topic.

"Oh," Tom said sadly.

"I should go," You whisper. Tom wants to tell you to stay, but he knows he has no right too anymore. So instead, he watches you walk out of the room with his brother. When the door closes he lets the sob leave his lips. Harrison stands up and races to his side, but Tom chokes out a "please, I just need to be alone right now."

Harrison signs, making his way toward the door, "Tom, just know, you're not in this alone. We're here for you, don't forget that. She's going to get better."

Tom doesn't say anything, he just waits for the door to close so he can cry a little bit harder.

...

The days went by and Tom got better, but you showed no signs of recognition. It was killing him on the inside, but he barely had time to himself. Your faces were plastered over every magazine, the news getting out to the whole world only a few days after it happened. His publicist was always with him as they tried to work out the details.

The world already knew everything, it was just a matter of a statement coming from Tom to ensure everything was alright, but the thing was it wasn't alright. Nothing about this was 'alright.' Tom felt like he had woken up to a worse reality than the one inside his dreamless sleep. He watched the publicist mouth speak but did not register the words coming out. He only nodded throwing in the occasional "uh-huh" into the mix.

His mind was always elsewhere these days. Tom would be released from the hospital soon and he wasn't sure if you were coming home with him. He wanted you too, hoping maybe the place would trigger some sort of memory, but he understood that you didn't know him. To you, Tom was just another face. He felt helpless and the truth was, he was. There was no telling if you would get your memory back or even the slightest guarantee.

They were all relying on a small bud of hope. The situation was so far out of their control all they could do was hope and pray. But like anything else, sometimes, you just can't. Miracles were hard to come by, but here, Tom was praying for one.

...

Tom stepped out into the bright sun, shielding his face as the flashing cameras went off. You were following close behind, the boys all shielding you from the paparazzi. There was ecstatic yelling, microphones being shoved around. Tom smiles politely, pushing past them to get to the car. Not bothering to answer any questions. Once you're seating comfortably in the car, you let out a small cough. Tom turns to look at you, "Sorry about that."

"It's fine, but what was that?"

Tom turns toward Harry, "So no one bothered to tell (Y/N)?"

Harrison scratches the back of his neck, avoiding Tom's gaze. Tom rolls his eyes, "I thought these two might've told you or maybe you remembered that part, guess not. I'm an actor."

"Oh, you seem really famous. What for?"

"I play Spider-Man," He shrugs like it's no big deal.

"Wait, really? I dated Spider-Man?"

Tom flinches at the use of the term dated, he was still dating you. In his mind, he was. There was no official breakup, but he should probably assume that you guys were on 'break.'

"Yeah," He replies, looking out the window. You frown at his change of mood, but respectfully don't pry into it. Instead, you sigh and turn to look out the other window.

...

When Tom got home with you, it didn't feel like home. You were with him, but you weren't really with him. He could feel it. Late nights surrounding by friends and family, just like how it used to be, except he could see you trying desperately to rearrange the faces in your mind. Tom wanted you here with him again.

You were so distant, a sad expression on your face each time you had some time to yourself. You hoped he didn't notice, but he did. Tom could read you so well and he could tell that each time he left the room, you let out a sigh of relief.

It wasn't that Tom's presence scared you, it was how hurt he looked sometimes. You understood how sad he must be and you didn't blame him, but you just felt so guilty when he tried something new and his face would light up asking if you remembered anything, but you didn't. It hurt more when he didn't try as much.

It was late at night when Tom laid in bed wishing you were next to him. Not down the hallway in the guest room. It was the same thought every night, wishing you were with him. Everything was new to him, his entire life had been flipped. He turned down roles to be home with you and he never left.

Normally he would've been grateful for some time off, he loved spending time with you, but it hurt each time when your face didn't light up the same way it use to when he came around. That's not to say you weren't yourself, you were. It was only the people you forgot, which Tom was grateful for somehow. He felt better knowing that at least you knew yourself.

"Hey," He said softly, taking the seat next to you.

You smiled sincerely at him, trying your best to lighten up his day, "Hi, Tom!"

He gives you a quizzical look, "What's got you so happy today?"

You shrug, "Dunno, thought maybe if I was happy you might be too."

The thought was so innocent that Tom couldn't help but smile too. It was something you had done often before the accident. You were a beacon of light always shining in the dark in hopes of lighting someone else up too.

"I am happy," Tom said.

"Right," You nodded, agreeing with him. A small trace of sarcasm in your voice.

Tom clears his throat, not wanting to address his obvious mood changes. "If you're up for it, I want to take you somewhere."

Tom rarely took you out because of the media. The first time he had tried it, there were cameras anywhere. He had sensed your discomfort and offered to just go home. You agreed, still not to use to the feeling of prying eyes.

"I'd love too," You said honestly.

A real smile breaks across Tom's face, "great! Just let me know when you're ready."

You nod and exit the kitchen to get ready.

...

The coffee shop was small but cozy. It had a rustic feeling to it with a menu attached to a brick wall, strung with small lanterns. There are small plants everywhere adding a small splash of green to the rustic cafe.

"This place is cute," You told Tom. You were both careful to wear sunglasses and baseball caps to conceal your faces from prying eyes. His hand rests on your lower back as a means of keeping you close to him. You learned early on that Tom likes to touch you, it's comforting to him and you didn't mind.

"It was our favorite," He replies, gauging your reaction.

"I can see why." You grin up at him, there's a bit of familiarity to the place.

Tom orders and pays as the two of you sit at a booth by the window. When you're sure no one's looking, you both remove your hats and glasses. You study the busy streets of London, people rushing up and down them to get to work. Some are making phone calls, other eating, and some just running.

As you watch the outsiders, Tom's focus is on you as you bask in the golden light of day. The rays of light stream through the window and illuminate your skin, showering it in golden shine. It's breathtaking to him, plus the relaxed look on your face. He never really got to see you so peaceful.

"You look beautiful," He blurts out.

A blush creeps up your neck and you bend your head down, a curtain of hair covering your pink cheeks.

"Thank you."

"Can I take a picture? For Instagram, the fans are worried sick about you."

"Oh." You hadn't even bothered to look at your social media. Figuring it was full of notifications from people you didn't know. "yeah, let's do it."

The waitress sets your drinks down on the table and you flash her a small smile. Tom suggests you return to your normal position, taking a sip of your drink as you looked out to the busy streets of London. You do so as he snaps a few pictures.

"Wow, yes queen!" He jokes, adding a funny accent. "Work it, my god!"

You laugh at this, Tom snapping the perfect picture of you, face scrunched up in laughter, eyes closed as you clutch your drink in your hands. He hands you your phone and you admire the pictures.

"These are really good, Tom!" You gape at the photos.

He grins, scratching the back of his neck, "You were a really good model."

"Tommmm," You whine, "shut up!"

"it's true!" he defends, sipping at his coffee. "Just because I'm not your boyfriend anymore doesn't mean I can't admire your beauty."

"Always this charming, huh?" You tease, leaning forward slightly.

"You fell in love with it," Tom smirks, leaning back in your seat as your jaw falls open. You lick your lips, shaking your head as you lean back, crossing your arms over your chest.

"That's what you say, am I suppose to believe that?"

Tom gasps, laying a hand over his heart. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"Are you suggesting that I should?"

"wouldn't you like to know, love."

The name rolls off his tongue easily and you find yourself flushing at the use of it. You don't bother correcting him, but instead, bite your lip and roll your eyes. Tom is aware you don't correct him and he can feel his heart thump in his chest. If you didn't remember him, he could always get you to fall back in love with him, right?

There's a moment of silence as you both try to calm your pounding hearts. You sip carefully at your drink, pretending it's much more exciting than the man in front of you. You take long sips, keeping your eyes downward, not wanting to look at Tom's flushed face. You weren't lying if you said you were attracted to him, but you could sense Tom clinging on to his last bit of hope.

"Tom," You drawl, still not looking up. Sensing his eyes on your figure, you ponder if you should be asking this type of question, but it was bugging you.

"What happens if I don't get my memories back?"

Time seems to slow as the outside world gets quieter so you can hear Tom's sharp intake of breath. He turns his attention to the window, biting his lips nervously as he considers the possibility.

Of course, he had considered it before, but he didn't want too. He never dwelled on the thought too long, because frankly, he didn't know what he would do. Could he get you to fall back in love with him? Even if he did, there was still a whole year of your relationship that was missing.

An entire year's worth of memories and fun. You'd have to rebuild the entire base of your relationship with not only Tom but his family and friends. You would have to readjust to the fame, which was hard for you the first time.

"I don't know," He whispers. "Maybe... maybe you'll leave me."

It's a thought that hadn't crossed either of your minds. Yes, Tom was growing on you, but what if he'd stop and you'd left? You didn't think about it because all you'd known since you'd woken up was Tom.

Being with Tom made you feel like there was still a piece of you there and that you didn't miss a whole year of your life. You didn't want to leave him, but maybe being with you hurt Tom more then you understood.

"Maybe," You said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Tom just nods, sipping at his coffee, the small cafe starting to bustle with life again.

"I'm sorry," You spoke up after the long silence.

Tom looks at you, brown eyes full of confusion. "Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for not being able to remember. I'm sorry I'm not the person you fell in love with." You swipe at the few tears that slipped down your cheeks.

"No, hey, don't cry," Tom said softly, prying your hands from your face. "Don't be sorry, none of this is your fault, love. Don't ever apologize. I don't know why you would ever think that. (Y/N) you will always be the only woman I love. Just because you don't remember how we met doesn't mean I'll stop loving you. Maybe you don't remember loving me back, but I don't care. You are the person I love and don't ever doubt that."

More tears slip down your cheeks at Tom's confession. There's a pounding in your heart and fluttering feeling in your stomach as you look into his eyes. His honey eyes full of warmth and love as he stares into yours, squeezing your hands. You take the moment to admire his face.

His brown curls pushed back on his forehead, a few falling out and framing his face. The sharp lines of his cheekbones, dotted with sun-kissed freckles. You can't recognize his face, but you know those eyes. The same honey eyes that sparkled under the streetlights as you danced in the cool London night, dripping wet from the rain.

But that didn't matter when you were with Tom. The same eyes that crinkled with laughter each time you cracked one of your stupid jokes, that according to everyone else, weren't funny, but to Tom, it was the best joke he'd heard. His eyes held a million memories in them, like the time you first kissed. Although the room had been dark, you could clearly see his eyes tracing your lips and you didn't hesitate to lean forward and press your own to his.

As you stare into Tom's eyes, he can see the recognition slowly crawl back onto your face. He waits patiently, squeezing your hands a little tighter to remind that he's right here.

"Tom?" You ask, voice barely above a whisper.

"(Y/N)?"

"Kiss me."

Tom captures your lips with him, leaning across the table just the slightest to brush against your lips, making sure this was okay. You only nod, bringing one of your hands to the back of his neck to pull his face the final inch closer. You close your eyes, savoring the feeling of his soft lips on yours. He pulls back tentatively, not wanting the intimate moment to end. Tom presses his forehead to yours, his face bursting with a grin.

"I won't ever forget you, Tom," You said, watching as his eyes fill with a few tears. You move your hands to gently cup his cheeks, wiping at his tears with the pad of your thumb. He kisses your hands, eyes soft as he takes you in.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," He repeats like a mantra. You give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"I love you too. So, should we tall the media or do you think they've figured it out by now?" You quirk a thumb at the paparazzi outside the window.

Tom laughs, "Mmm, not my priority right now, love."

He watches as you flush at the use of the name and he feels like the world is right again. Tom's eyes sparkle with a life that you hadn't seen for weeks.

Damn, those eyes, you think as he winks at you. "You're blushing sweet cheeks."

"Can't help it golden eyes."

It's Tom's turn to blush as he scrunches up his nose at the new name, "well, darling, I think there are a few people that would love to see you. I know Harry has been dying without you around."

You laugh, taking Tom's outstretched hand, "Lead the way, pretty boy."

"God, I've missed you."

"I know," You smirk, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. "But I'm not leaving anytime soon."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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juliandev0rak · 3 years ago

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Into The Wild

Chapter 2: Larkspur

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Willa’s first week at Camp Vesuvia passes in a blur, with new campers arriving every day from all over the country there’s hardly a chance to catch her breath.

The days rush by with routine activities, but Willa finds that she loves waking with the sun and all of the hustle and bustle of camp life. From the moment she wakes up, there are a million things to do. First thing in the morning she reports to the kitchen to help set up for breakfast, then she rushes over to the arts and crafts cabin to set up for daily activities. By the time she’s returned, breakfast is nearly over and she has about five minutes to scarf down some food before rushing back to do activities for the first round of campers.

The arts and crafts cabin is where Willa spends most of her day. She’s been trying to find an art teaching job for years, working a variety of part time jobs as a barista in the mean time. Camp Vesuvia is a dream come true, she gets to do art all day and she’s finally doing something she cares about.

Though her day consists of more “Don’t put that popsicle stick up your nose!” and “Don’t eat the paint!” than she’d imagined, she’s begun to love the campers who visit her frequently. A small group of campers come for her art activities every day and she’s started to befriend a few of them. One camper even painted a portrait of her, she has it hung up on her bedroom wall and it makes her smile every time she sees it.

Willa’s favorite activity to teach is landscape painting. She takes the campers outside by the lake or in the fields where wildflowers grow, and tells them to paint what they see. With only washable non-toxic paints the kids have surprised her with their talent to capture the beautiful scenes of the nature around them.

She walks through the groups of campers as they paint, offering encouragement or advice, a bit of darker green there as a shadow, an extra flower petal added for symmetry, and watches as the kids bloom into artists before her very eyes. Even the ones who say they “can’t do art” manage to have fun, and that’s what art is if you ask Willa— having fun.

One afternoon as Willa is cleaning up a paint spill, someone taps her on the shoulder. She turns to find one of the girls who comes back to the art cabin every day looking at her. The girl is a returner, a camper who comes back to Camp Vesuvia every year.

“This is for you,” the girl says, holding out a small sparkly piece of paper. Willa takes it from her, surprised to find a pink smiley face sticker similar to the one she’d seen on Asra’s name tag. “We only give these to the counselors we really like,” the girl whispers, giving Willa a shy smile. Willa accepts the smiley face sticker as a badge of honor and sticks it proudly to her name tag. She really is fitting in here.

After dinner there's always a campfire and s’mores, which is arguably Willa’s favorite part about camp. As the sun sets, the stars come out and the world begins to feel more magical. She hadn't realized how much she missed the stars while she was living in the city. Her childhood had been full of nights like this, huddled around a campfire with her siblings and staring up at the sky.

As a counselor, it’s her job to make sure the campers stay a safe distance from the fire and to help the kitchen staff pass out marshmallows. When she’s done, she usually sits next to Asra and listens to him joke with the campers as she eats toasted marshmallows, most of which she accidentally burns. As she spends nights talking and laughing and handing out napkins to chocolate covered campers, Willa begins to realize that the empty, searching feeling she’s had for years might finally be going away.

In the middle of the campfire one evening, Portia calls her name to get her attention, beckoning her over to the kitchen. “Willa, can you take this garbage to the dumpster for me? It’s just through those trees over there.”

“Sure thing, I’m on it.” Willa accepts the heavy trash bag with a smile, hefting it over her shoulder.

The sounds of the campers and the light of the fire fades behind her as she heads towards the treeline. The sun has nearly set and it’s much darker in the woods, Willa realizes that she probably should’ve brought a flashlight. It takes her a minute to find the dumpster, and when she does she sets the garbage bag down and struggles with the anti-bear latch on the top.

“Stupid—latch—why won’t you open,” she mutters, resiting the urge to curse at it in case any campers are within hearing range.

A shuffling noise startles her and Willa whirls around to see a black bear cub pawing at the garbage bag she’d set down. She stifles a gasp and takes a step backwards, trying to remember how you’re supposed to handle bears. Is she meant to keep quiet and sneak away, or should she be loud to scare it off? This is only a cub, but no doubt its mother is nearby.

An even louder noise from her left draws her attention and Willa holds her breath, praying that a giant, mother bear isn’t about to emerge. A figure approaches through the trees and in the dim lighting she can’t make out what it is. She takes another step back, preparing to run back to camp if she has to. Whatever is approaching seems to be making a strange noise, it almost sounds like two sticks being hit together and Willa turns towards the trees to hear it better.

The first figure to emerge is a large wolf and Willa yelps as she takes yet another step back. First a bear and now a wolf? Luckily, the wolf looks calm enough, it takes a step towards her in interest but doesn’t seem immediately intent on eating her. The strange noise continues as the other figure steps out and Willa exhales in relief when she sees that it’s just the park ranger, Muriel.

He doesn’t look at her as he approaches the bear cub, and as Willa had thought, he's hitting two sticks together. The loud noise catches the bear’s attention and it scampers off, back into the woods in the direction Muriel had come from. As soon as the bear disappears, he wheels around to face her.

“What were you thinking? Why did you just stand there?” he asks, his voice gruff.

“I was trying to remember what you’re supposed to do if you see a bear!” Willa folds her arms defensively and meets his eyes, determined not to be the first to look away. Muriel returns her stare for a moment, then sighs and throws the sticks on the ground.

The wolf moves forward to sniff her hand and Willa lets it, not afraid now that she knows the animal means no harm. The wolf begins to lick her and Willa laughs, taken aback by its friendly behavior. “Well aren’t you just the cutest! I’ve never met a wolf before!”

“Inanna, come here,” Muriel calls, and the wolf gives her one more lick on the hand before trotting back over to his side.

“Is she yours?” Willa asks, trying to be subtle as she wipes wolf slobber onto her jeans.

“She’s a wolf, she’s not mine,” he clarifies, giving Inanna a pat between the ears.

“Thanks for your help! Nadia said there have been bear sightings in the area, I just didn’t think I’d actually see one.”

Muriel doesn’t reply and instead picks up the garbage bag to toss it into the dumpster. It takes him mere seconds to get the anti-bear latch open and Willa laughs, drawing his attention back to her.

“You made that look easy, I guess those latches are Willa-proof too!” Willa jokes. Muriel looks at her a bit blankly, the joke missing it’s mark, and she coughs awkwardly to fill the silence.

“If you see a bear again don’t freeze like that, make a lot of noise to scare it off.” His eyes are glued to the trees as he talks, and Willa notices that he’s got his hands shoved into his pockets as if he’s cold. It is rather chilly at night, Willa is wearing a jacket and a knitted scarf and still feels the cold. She decides she wants to knit something for him, it’s the least she can do after he’d saved her from a bear.

Willa takes a step closer and bends down to pet Inanna. The wolf nearly knocks Willa over in her excitement to get her ears scratched and Willa laughs as she takes a seat on the ground. Innana lays down next to her, tail wagging. Muriel looks startled at Willa’s closer proximity but doesn’t move away.

“You should keep your distance.”

“From you or from the wildlife?” Willa asks, looking up at him with a grin.

“Both.”

Willa gives Inanna one last pat and stands back up. She glances up at Muriel and turns her head to the side as she looks him up and down. “Hmm, you don’t look very dangerous to me. In fact, I’d say you look pretty nice.”

Muriel’s expression is startled, and she’s pretty sure he’s blushing under her scrutiny. “Nice?” “Yes, nice! You have a friendly face,” Willa says, resisting the urge to poke his cheek with her finger to punctuate her point. She doesn’t think he’d take well to spontaneous physical gestures.

“I don’t think anyone has ever said that about me before.” Muriel shakes his head in disbelief, his tone somewhere between confusion and surprise.

“Well it’s true.”

“You’re weird.”

“Thank you,” Willa laughs, the sound turning into a snort, “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Yes, definitely weird,” he mutters, shaking his head again, “But you have a… friendly face… too. I guess.” “Thank you,” Willa beams at the compliment.

Muriel moves his hand out of his pocket and pulls a flashlight out. “You should get back, it’s not safe out here.”

“I can take care of myself,” Willa grumbles, she hates to be underestimated.

“I never said you couldn’t, it’s not safe for anyone to be out alone at night.” Muriel holds the flashlight out to her, “Here, take this with you. So you don’t trip or anything.”

“Are you sure you don’t need it?” She takes the flashlight from him, and his hand dissapears back into his pocket the moment she’s taken it.

“I know my way back.”

“Alrighty then, I guess I’ll be going.” Willa takes a step to the left towards where she thinks the camp is. She turns over her shoulder to smile at Muriel, “Thanks again for the whole saving me from a bear thing.”

Muriel simply nods and watches her start to walk away. “You’re going the wrong way,” he calls. She looks up at him in surprise and he points off to the right, the correct direction. He almost looks like he’s amused, but Willa decides that’s probably a trick of the light.

“Right, of course. I totally knew that,” she blushes, thankful for the darkness of the woods. She turns the flashlight on and walks to the right, giving Muriel one last glance as she passes. “You know you can join us if you want, at the campfire I mean. I’ve heard you’re good at roasting marshmallows.”

“No.” Muriel frowns at her and her smile drops.

“Maybe another time then?” she suggests, not sure why she’s so disappointed at his answer.

“Maybe.”

“Goodnight, Muriel.” She gives him a little wave with her free hand and begins the walk back to camp, hoping nobody has noticed her disappearance.

Muriel remains silent as he watches her walk back to camp. When he’s sure she’s on the right path he heads back into the woods with Inanna at his side.

“Goodnight, Willa,” he says, though she’s too far away to hear him.

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#chapter 2!!!#i am currently driving through the middle of nowhere praying to the tumblr gods that this will post sdfskdj #my google search history after this chapter: how to scare away bears #pretty sure muriel's advice is accurate but don't hold me responsible if you meet an angry bear lol #willa wednesday #willa clary #apprentice willa #milla #muriel the arcana

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Sink Or Swim

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Monday, 16:11

Song: Noah Kahan - Anyway

Jens rubs his eyes, which are dead from staring at the small TV screen all morning after a severe lack of sleep.

He has spent the past two nights tossing and turning in an unfamiliar bed in the spare room of his sister’s apartment and wishing he had gone to Lucas’s flat. After thinking he was choosing the best route for all of them, he’s a little frustrated by the worry consuming him. The nagging thought is there that leaving Lucas behind has done nothing to keep him safe. He has probably only left him upset, worried and confused and alone, hurting because of Jens despite his best wishes.

It doesn’t help that the same crime show has been playing on repeat for hours, and Jens still has no idea what it’s about. He can’t focus on something so mundane. He has been watching it blankly, taking in a word here and there, snapping to attention at some of the louder noises only to drift back into his mind moments later.

Although Jens has never thought it possible, thinking about Lucas is difficult. Pushing thoughts of him away leaves too much space for thoughts of Vince.

He thinks about Lucas a lot.

The door cracks open and Jens almost sighs in relief at the sight of Lies, finally home from her shift. She comes in and sits on the bed in front of him, brushing his hair up under his hood. Dylan’s hood. It’s strange, wearing his sister’s boyfriend’s clothes all the time, but he knows he’s lucky to have the option. He’s willing to bet his own boyfriend’s clothes would be more comfortable.

“I got things sorted with the school. You’ll be able to take the exams when they’re doing the resits after the holidays.”

Jens nods and blows out a breath, choosing to be silently grateful rather than ask any questions. He doesn’t really want to talk about any of it. The constant stream of thoughts is enough.

Lies has been easy on him. He’d stumbled through an explanation on the phone to her, and after failing to tell her clearly he had simply pleaded with her to come get him. She had done so without question, organising to meet him at the train station and take him straight back to Ghent. On the train, Jens was able to tell her in person, and she had wrapped an arm around him and they had sat together in silent companionship for the duration of the trip. Since then she has provided him with everything she can and called both their mother and Jens’s school.

It makes Jens feel infinitely better, but he knows it still isn’t right.

“You okay? What have you been doing all day?” she asks.

Jens shrugs and gestures at the TV. “What can I do?”

“Didn’t you use the laptop?”

“Dylan’s been using it for something,” Jens mumbles, shrugging again. He is upset and therefore, a little irritated, but he knows how much he is already imposing.

Lies curses quietly and then pulls out her phone. “Okay, use this now then.”

“Instagram won’t let me in, though,” Jens reminds her.

“So call him.”

“I don’t know his number by heart, Lies.” He wishes he did. He wishes he could talk to Lucas in any way, but Lies’s less-than-useful internet connection hasn’t been allowing it.

Jens has, admittedly, only tried once.

Lies shakes her head. “Don’t keep giving me excuses. You need to let them know you’re okay.”

Jens licks his lips and thinks. The realisation comes to him very abruptly. “I can call Robbe.”

Lies presses her phone into his hand.

Only once he has dialed does she leave him to it, and when his best friend picks up Jens almost cries in relief.

“Hello?”

“Robbe.”

“Jens?”

“Yeah,” Jens laughs, dropping his head back against the pillow. It brings him back to reality, leaves his breath slipping out of him in a rush. He hasn’t gotten to speak to Robbe at all, and he certainly hadn’t seen him. He hasn’t been thinking about Robbe as much, hasn’t realised how much he misses him too. “Fuck. Are you okay?”

“Are you? Where the hell are you?”

“I’m with Lies. I’m okay. Is Lucas with you?”

Jens asks it hesitantly, knowing how likely it is he will get a negative answer. He just isn’t sure whether it will relieve or disappoint him.

“No,” Robbe says, seeming apologetic. “You haven’t spoken to him?”

He sounds surprised, likely that Jens has called him before contacting his boyfriend. “Can’t get through. I’m guessing he hasn’t gotten his phone fixed?”

“Not yet, I don’t think.”

“I don’t know his number anyway,” Jens admits, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I can call him for you from my laptop. If you want to speak to him?”

Does he?

He takes only a second to think about it before breathing, “Please.”

“Okay.” Jens can hear Robbe’s smile. “I’ll message him first to make sure he’ll answer, but I think he’s been sitting with his laptop on the whole time. Fuck, it’s so good to hear from you. You two need to stop running off and freaking us out.”

Jens closes his eyes, inhaling slowly. “I know. I’m sorry, seriously. I just—“

“Wait,” Robbe interrupts. “Lucas will respond soon and then you can tell both of us. I don’t care anyway. I’m just so fucking glad you’re okay.”

Jens slumps back, lying down now as all the tension finally seeps out of him. He’s talking to Robbe, and Robbe is safe, and he’s safe. Robbe, as predicted, isn’t even mad at him, only worried. Lucas may only be seconds away. Jens can breathe.

“Robbe? What’s up?”

Jens hadn’t even known Robbe had attempted the call. His breath catches at the distant voice and leaves his own choked as he breathes, “Luc.”

There’s a pause. Then, unsure, Lucas questions, “Jens?”

“Yeah. It’s me. Shit.” Jens sits up again, scrubbing his hand through his hair and drawing his knees up to his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Can you tell us what happened?” Robbe asks gently.

With slightly more urgency, Lucas asks, “Are you okay?”

“You’re breaking up a little, so go slow,” Robbe adds.

“I’m fine. I—I ran out of the house on Saturday with no keys or clothes or money or anything. This woman saw me freaking out on the street and let me use her phone and I called Lies. I couldn’t—I can’t put this on either of you. But I didn’t mean to make you worry. I tried to text you last night but Lies must have a shit connection for everything.”

“It’s fine,” Robbe reassures. “You’re safe. That’s all we care about.”

Jens lets out another breath, nodding to himself even as he notes his boyfriend’s silence. “Luc,” he repeats, still barely audible. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—that wasn’t what I wanted. I just needed…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” Lucas says, only a little stronger than him. Before Jens can take it to heart, he continues, “Fuck, I miss you. I thought you were disappearing.”

“I think there’s already been enough of that,” Robbe says, in that light, teasing way he has that makes the others both laugh, that makes them all relieved. Jens misses them twice as much. “When are you coming home?”

Jens licks his lips, then swallows. “I don’t know.”

A longer silence extends, in which Jens wishes he could be with them in person. He wishes he could at least see them through the screen, as they are with each other. He wishes that he and Lucas were alone, not even over the phone, but back in their bubble. He wonders if he’s there now, in one of their parallel universes.

“I’m not sure if I can,” he adds, only a breath now, hardly even loud enough to be considered a whisper. When he’s answered by more silence, with not even the sound of the fuzzy connection breaking it up, he takes the phone from his ear to find that the call has ended on its own. The empty bars at the top of the screen inform him that he has no signal.

He curses under his breath. Then again, louder, as he tosses the phone from him. It takes only a few seconds then for Lies to return, just on time with Jens’s slow breaking-down.

Lies immediately climbs onto the bed with him and gathers him in her arms and he sinks against her, even as he desperately wishes she was someone else.

#van der stoffels #vds #wtfock #skam nl #sink or swim #vds season fic #sos clip

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julie-streep · 3 years ago

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The scandal

Chapter 5

Year of 1993

The next day Charles decided to go and see Camilla at her house. He knew they had to be careful, but he needed to see her or he would go mad. Camilla was having some tea in her living room and when she heard the doorbell she was surprised, she did not know who could it be because she wasn't expecting anyone. When she opened the door she was even more surprised to find Charles standing there looking sad and tired. Camilla stepped aside to let him in and hoped no one had seen him coming or else the papers would go crazy about it and neither of them wanted even more articles about them and their affair.

"I know I shouldn't be here, but I needed to see you. Camilla, I don't know if I can go on like this" - Charles kissed Camilla on the cheek, hugged her tightly and she looked at him with a sad smile.

"Darling..." - Camilla tried to comfort him, but Charles moved away from her and went on with his complaining.

"My family is laughing at me, everyone thinks I am just a joke. All they can do is telling me how stupid and foolish I am to risk everything for a fuck” - Charles laughed angrily. He had never considered Camilla just sex, but his family did not understand. Some of them even thought that he had every right and said they understood why he wanted a mistress, but they did not agree with the fact that he was in love with Camilla and that he wanted more than just to see her once or twice a week for sex.

“At least that's what my father continues to tell me as if he knew anything about me" - Charles was so angry with his family that he could not stand to see them or talk with them at the moment, he just wanted to be with the only person in the world who really understood him.

"They don't know anything, they don’t understand what we have and how happy you make me. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are the only one I ever loved and I can’t live without you" - Charles had tears of anger and defeat in his eyes. He sat down on the couch and put his face in his hands.

"Darling, I know it's hard, but you need to resit and together we will make it" - Camilla sat down next to him and stroked his back gently, kissing his cheek with love. She then rested her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear how much she loved him.

“I am just so tired” - Charles raised his head and looked Camilla in her beautiful blue eyes. He could always lose himself in those eyes.

“I am so sorry my darling” - he said stroking her cheek gently. He was sorry that Camilla had to go through all those insulting and disrespectful remarks from the press.

“This is not your fault, my love” - Camilla kissed him lightly and hugged him.

“I love you so much my darling” - Camilla whispered in his ear.

“I love you too my love” - the two lovers kissed passionately. Camilla started to unbutton Charles’ shirt while still kissing him deeply, Charles smiled in the kiss and did the same. Then Camilla slowly caressed his naked chest until she reached his belt, at that point Charles groaned, took Camilla in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Charles laid his darling on the bed and kissed her deeply, he unhooked her bra and started to suck on her nipple. Camilla moaned loudly tousling his hair, Charles continued to massage and kiss her breast eagerly. He had always loved that part of her body, he could spend hours paying attention to he breast and he knew Camilla loved every second of it. He then went further down and removed her skirt and knickers, admiring and caressing her beautiful and firm legs. He put her legs on his shoulder and kissed them, then he bent and started to suck on her clit, Camilla's back arched and she cried out in pleasure. Charles always had a talented tongue and he could always make her see the stars. Charles loved how she tasted and the sounds she made while he was eating her out, it was so hot and it drove him absolutely wild.

"Darling please" - Camilla was out of breath and she was loving what Charles was doing, but she wanted more, she wanted to feel him completely.

Charles kissed her one last time and smiled at her. Camilla helped him remove his pants and boxers and took his cock in her hand, Charles groaned and kissed her deeply, he looked her in the eyes and whispered.

"I love you my darling" - he kissed her again and entered her slowly, they both moaned and smiled at each other.

They started to move together, first slowly enjoying the moment and the sensation of their body moving like one, but soon they quicken the pace to find relief.

"Harder darling" - Camilla squeezed Charles' bottom and moaned.

"God darling, you're so sexy" - Charles whispered on Camilla's neck. She drove him absolutely crazy, she was so exciting and sensual. Charles picked up the pace trying to give Camilla what she needed, she had her eyes closed and was moaning his name in the sexiest way Charles had ever heard.

They continue to move faster and faster, they were both panting and moaning loudly, they were close to cum and Charles was kissing Camilla deeply caressing her leg, while Camilla was caressing his back. Soon they reached their climax together, holding on to each other and screaming each other's names. They tried to catch their breath and Charles kissed Camilla's neck, sucking it softly. They were both happy and satisfied, it was always more than sexual relief, it was about being as close as possible with each other. It was about showing each other all the love they had and how happy and blessed they felt to be with the other.

"God, I love you so much" - Charles kissed Camilla one last time before rolling to the side and taking her in his arms.

"I love you too my prince" - Camilla smiled and caressed his chest, kissing it lightly. Charles smiled and kissed her hair.

They then kissed slowly on the lips and fell asleep in each other's arms, letting go of all their sorrows, troubles and problems. Before falling asleep Charles thought that only in Camilla's arms he felt at home, he felt safe and loved, and that was what he wanted for the rest of his life. He dreamt of the day he could fell asleep every night with Camilla in his arms and woke up every morning with Camilla still there, happy and relaxed and he told himself he would kiss her every morning and made sure she knew how blessed he felt to have her and he promised himself he would never take anything for granted. He just hoped that day would come soon because he could not wait for it.

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#charles and camilla #love #duchess of cornwall #prince of wales #c and c #prince charles #royal family #duchess camilla #fanfic #fanfiction #camilla fic #charles fic #royal fandom #british royal family #the scandal

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your sun is heading for you, edward. it won’t be long now even though the other ones have tried to hurt him and you alike, you will both be safe in time.

he loves you too, edward. he loves you more than he’s loved anyone else according to no one but himself. he loves you.

He’s coming back. He’s coming back for him.

❂ He’s coming home. ❂

His sun is coming home to him. He didn’t run him off. He didn’t run him off. He wasn’t too much. He wasn’t too much.

He hasn’t seen Sol since he snuck out of the house with Al. He hasn’t seen his sun since he came home from climbing out the second story window and snuck off to spar with his brother - instead of starting fights in town.

He’d wanted pain that day and nothing he did would calm the urge. He thought if he started fights in town it would scratch the itch but his brother stopped him before he could go let some stranger sink their fangs into him. He ended up in his brother’s hands that day - sparring didn’t do what he wanted. Alphonse wouldn’t strike him and he would only let the spar flow so much. He wouldn’t fight him - but he would allow a gentle flow of moving his body.

Even that left him on his knees, gasping for air with lungs wheezing and a tight throat. Alphonse had hardly came at him harder than when they were just children and such a match left him in the dirt but it didn’t do anything for the feeling of ants crawling in his veins. There was a beast inside him and it wanted to come out. He knew he couldn’t cave to the base instinct to release it however - not like he had in the past....hospital trips he’d never explained to Mustang and probably never would - not unless he asked.

Alphonse had even tried to just resort to a crushing hug. They both know how much strength grounds him and there had been a hope that it would help. Even when he let his brother struggle against him as if to give some form of relief from the spiders on his skin when he tried to break Alphonse’s hold. It didn’t help. It took an hour for it to do anything.

He hates those days. He hates the days where he feels like a passenger in his own body and the only way to curb the sensation of wanting pain is resorting things to asking his brother to restrain him just so he could feel enough security to truly release the war that lives in his lungs. He’d been choking on it for weeks. He’d been choking on it since before his assignment down south, but Resit only made things worse.

There’s a war that lives inside him and he’s never been able to truly get it out unless he feels like he’s restrained - power dampened so he can’t accidently go too far. Hurt someone without meaning to - or even himself. He’s dangerous when he’s like that. He’s always dangerous and he knows it - to himself and everyone around him. The times he’s felt his brother remove him from the kitchen because his mind starting wondering just how hard he could press a knife into his skin before he’d draw blood. How hard could he press before he did damage enough to cause actual pain. Would it release the beast from within him them? Would relieve the crawling sensation that lives just beneath his skin?

What would it take? He hated those days. He was a danger to himself and everyone around him. So he did the only thing he knows how to do on those days - he removed himself from the situation. After being restrained by brother for an hour, they finally returned home and the house was out of order. It sat his mind on fire and he instantly grew furious again. There had been no ill will in their actions but his spiraling need for control at the time had not cared.

That was the last time he saw his sun. The last time he saw his sun was when all he could do was glare daggers at the world and crimson flooded his vision. He was not himself. He was not who he is as a person - he was spiraling and he knew it....had he been too much? He had frightened him? Did he drive him off? He had assumed as much.

He blamed himself for the loss of his sun. He blamed himself as his emotions. He blamed himself and his selfish need for pain. He had blamed him and his obsession with control.

He blamed himself.

His sun left because he was too much for him. He was too much for Sol just as he had been too much for their father. He had frightened him. Scared him. No one wanted to deal with him and his emotions. His spiral of ups and downs. No one needed to deal with someone so broken. No one would ever want him when he was like this. No one would ever want to keep something so completely ruined. Something in such disrepair.

Tears fall at their words. He’s coming back for him. He’s coming back. He turned around. He looked back. He’s coming back for him. He still loves him. He still loves him despite how awful he is. He still - he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t need to. He can’t screw this up. He can’t drive him off. He’ll go insane. He’ll go crazy if his sun leaves him again. He’ll break. He’ll break to that base instinct and he is weak. Sol never needs to know how miserable of a person he is.... there’s no way he’d come back to him if he knew what he really was.

Forever trapped in darkness.

The darkness is home. It’s fitting for someone like him. It’s fitting for someone so awful. So broken.

Tears fall as he focuses. He can feel him calling out again. He can feel their hearts longing for it’s missing piece. He can feel his counterpart. He’s closer now. He’s getting closer. He’ll be here with him again soon..... but he doesn’t deserve it.

He doesn’t deserve the sun’s light when so many tried to hurt Sol because of him. He doesn’t deserve it.

He blames himself,

but lips will never tell.

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autumndesk · 4 years ago

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hii! i’ve been struggling to study since the last couple of weeks. i just can’t get myself to study because i’m overwhelmed by the amount of work that i need to do. i just end up wasting my time and procrastinate. do you have any tips for time management? also, how do you motivate yourself to stay motivated and get work done?

hiii! sorry for the very late response, i was having finals!

what helped me is making a list of what i needed to get done: which online classes do i still have to watch, what course material do i already understand, which projects / deadlines do i still have to do?

then i made a timetable. i picked out the day i wanted to start the actual studying for my finals. then i divided the days i had left over the work i needed to get done. it was a relief for me to see that i still had enough time, because you can spread your amount of work over time. maybe it can help you feel less overwhelmed.

what also helps me with trying to stay on schedule is thinking ‘if i don’t finish what i had planned for today, i’ll only make it harder for myself in the coming days. i have a schedule i can keep up with, so don’t mess it up’.

i try to keep myself motivated with the thought ‘i have to do / watch / study this eventually, so i might as well do it now’. i considered not doing my last exam this semester, but i thought ‘i am now in a study mood, i’ve already seen all the course material so all i need to do is study it. all my friends and peers are having finals, everyone needs to study during this shitty time, so i better do it now than do it as a resit and having to study during the summer holidays’. i took the final eventually and passed, so i’m very happy i pushed through.

it’s also easy to give up / not do something / postphone. ask yourself: is what i’m doing right now useful / beneficial? if no, stop what you’re doing and try to use your time useful, especially if you’re already on a tight schedule.

it’s not always easy to be motivated and to keep studying, but sometimes ibeing strict and pushing yourself is what you need. i had to redo two courses because i didn’t push myself enough to keep going and it didn’t benefit me at all. even if you don’t pass a final, at least you tried. anything is better than giving up.

remember: it always seems impossible until it’s done. you’ll be a lot prouder of yourself if you keep working on your future than if you just give up.

good luck!!

#i hope this doesn't come across as rude #but this is what works for me #Anonymous #study tips #study motivation

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fallenfurther · 4 years ago

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Where the mermaids live [5/5]

Whumptober prompt 23 (Prompt 23 has actually fallen on day 23! Complete accident!)

Gordon decides to cheat on an important test but is caught by the school bullies. They are happy to let him keep the grade as long as he does something for them. Gordon knows he's getting in deeper than he should, but the consequences go far beyond what he expected.

Trigger warnings for blackmail, drugged and drowning.

Chapter 5: What’s a whumpee gotta do to get some sleep around here?

The final chapter in the story, though I was a little hesitant about what punishment to give Gordon considering the circumstances. I believe he’s earnt a lesson but he’s done a lot of wrong things to get there.

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Gordon’s brain banged against his skull, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his chest. Each breath brought a wave of pain from the broken ribs. The ribs Virgil had broken when he’d saved Gordon’s life. The confusion Gordon had woken up from was long gone. They had he had tried to commit suicide, and his father and brothers had been beside themselves with worry, not understanding why he’d do such a thing and wondering what they’d missed. Their worries had changed when Gordon’s blood work came back and LSD had been found in his system. No one had known Gordon to do drugs. Virgil had stayed by Gordon’s side the entire time, nothing making the young man move. All Gordon wanted to do was sleep, but all his brothers were in the room and their attention was firmly on him. His father entered the room and sent everyone out with a stern look.

“Gordon. We need to talk.”

Gordon nodded. His brain complained about the rocking motion and he had to swallow back the bile that threatened to rise. He was going to have to come clean. It was the only way to explain to his dad what had happened. There was no saying how bad the punishment will be.

“Explain why you were taking LSD and how you ended up almost drowning yourself.”

“I didn’t take it. I cheated on that test and some boys at school caught me. They blackmailed me. They would show the pictures to the head if I didn’t steal some alcohol for them.”

“You stole alcohol?!”

The anger in his father’s voice sent a chill down Gordon’s spine.

“Yes.”

Gordon dropped his head down, not wanting to see the rage in his father’s features. Those piercing blue eyes could go right through you. Gordon had been on the receiving end of one of his father’s stares multiple times, but this time was different. He crossed the line. He’d performed a criminal act and it put his whole future in jeopardy.

“You thought it was better to steal than own up?”

“No. I thought it was easier.”

“These boys were the ‘friends’ you said you were meeting in the park, right?"

Gordon continued to confess to his bedsheets, putting all his strength into not shaking. His ribs throbbed but he pushed through it.

“Yes. I met them there and gave them the alcohol. They insisted I stay and share some food with them. I didn’t want to but I was hungry and I still wasn’t sure if they would tell or not. So I ate the tacos they gave me. That when I started seeing the flies, which they said they couldn't see, but they were laughing at me. I think they drugged me.”

“So you didn't know you were taking it?”

Gordon snapped his head up and stared his father straight in the eye. His vision rocked, his stomach churned but he had to show his dad he meant it.

“I didn’t know I was taking it. I would never do drugs. Coach thinks I could make the Olympic team. I can’t have drugs on my record.”

It was a plea, but his father relaxed slightly, hand running through his greying hair.

“You scared us, Gordon. Especially Virgil.”

“I didn't mean to. It was the mermaids, the hallucination. I believed them.”

The guilt in Gordon had been nibbling away at him. The concern in Virgil’s eyes the whole time they had been in the hospital had been haunting him. Gordon knew he owed his brother big time. His father’s hand fell on his shoulder.

"I'm disappointed in you, Gordon."

A mix of anger, frustration and relief was etched into his father’s expressions. The room was silent for a while, and Gordon lay back. He felt his father's disappointment fill the room and the space between them. Guilt churned inside him. Slowly, his breathing steadied, despite knowing there was a punishment to come. Exhaustion had seeped into every muscle of Gordon’s body. Lack of proper sleep, physical activity and coming down from a high had mixed together to weight him down.

“They really think you have a shot at the Olympics?”

Gordon startled slightly, his eyelids had been drifting closed when his father spoke. Gordon tilted his head so their eyes met again.

“It’s why Coach was so adamant that I pass the test as I can’t afford to miss training for a semester.”

His dad nodded, head supported by his hands.

“You’ll be missing it for at least six weeks so those ribs can heal. You promise that that was the first time you’ve taken drugs.”

“I promise it was.”

“And you won’t do it again?”

“Never.”

Gordon was certain that that would be the only time. He’d had a bad trip and there was no way he’d risk having another, even if everyone around him was doing it.

“On your first day back at school you will go to the headteacher and admit to cheating. You will apologise to your teacher and ask to resit the test again. If you don’t get a passing grade you will accept the punishment and be off the swimming team for a semester.”

Gordon nodded, knowing there was more to come.

“As much as I want to report this to the police, I will hold off. You will take me to the shop that you stole from and you will pay for the alcohol twice over from your pocket money. If the owner wants to take it further I won’t stop him. You will also be grounded for three months with no pocket money. There will be no exceptions, no friends can come over and if I need you to babysit Alan you will do so without complaint.”

Another small nod.

“If I ever find out you've stolen, cheated or done drugs again, that's it. You will get what's coming and will face the full consequences. If that means kissing goodbye to your Olympic dream, so be it. Understood?"

"Yes, father."

"I’ll let you rest now. I’ll hold off explaining to your brothers what happened for a day as I believe it should come from you. You can spend the night thinking of how to tell them and what you're going to do to thank Virgil for saving you life. Goodnight Gordon.”

“Goodnight Dad.”

Gordon was left in the room with so many thoughts swimming through his head. Tears slipped silently down his cheeks. His body and mind screamed for sleep but it refused to come. He owed his brothers an explanation, and he knew he had let them down. He hoped Virgil would forgive him. Staring up at the ceiling, another tear of exhaustion escaped from his eye. Gordon lay waiting for the exhaustion to overwhelm him and bring the rest he needed.

#whumptober2020 #no.23 #exhastion #thunderbirds are go #fic #Gordon Tracy #jeff tracy #serious talk #the truth comes out

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lostlimerence · 5 years ago

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Fair Game

He hears it before he sees it.

The wet crack echoes across the battlefield as the black, hardened point of their enemy’s tail slices through skin and bone. The gut wrenching scream follows as Clover falls.

The moment freezes. Time slows.

Qrow reacts. His mind a bloody haze as he kills the beast. He can’t recall how he ends up clutching the still twitching tail torn from the lifeless body at his feet.

What he can recall is Clover, lying on his back in the snow. His pose a cruel mimic of a child about to make a snow angel. The only difference being that this one is bloody.

Fingertips press hard into the glass as he remembers watching the snow turn red.

Placing his hands over the gaping wound in the mans chest and pushing. Fingers glistening and slipping as he repeats ‘it’s ok,’ ‘it’s ok’ more to himself than the unconscious man bleeding out below him.

Fuck

There’s so much blood.

It’s my fault

Broken bones slip and crunch as he presses the wound.

It’s my fault

Clover’s pulse weakens, his breath slows.

It’s my fault

His grip tightens, the glass strains. Ice clinks as he raises the rim to his lips.

The alcohol is a relief, he welcomes the familiar burn trailing his throat, waits for it to seep into his senses and burn the memory from his mind.

I need this.

He needs another. Aimlessly he reaches for the bottle, starting when his fingertips brush warm skin rather than cool glass. He looks up from the bar.

It’s him. Beautiful and breathing. But he almost wasn’t. It’s my fault. He reaches to prise the bottle from Clover, but the man resits. Sliding the bottle further down the bar Clover takes a seat.

‘It wasn’t your fault,’ Clover’s hand comes to rest at the juncture of Qrows neck as he rubs small soothing circles, Qrows synapses spark. Sinking slightly into the touch Qrow goes to argue.

‘Qrow,’ Clover interrupts ‘I know you don’t believe me but it wasn’t your fault, I’ll say it over and over until you believe me. I fucked up, it wasn’t your semblance’ his tone lightens ‘I’m alive and I have a pretty cool battle scar’ he winks, the corner of Qrows mouth twitches in amusement.

Eyes softening Clover pulls Qrow towards him. He places a soft kiss to his temple and gives him a gentle squeeze. ‘Come on, let’s go for a round of cards, yeh?’ Qrow looks to the man he loves, the one who knows him better than anyone and offers a small smile ‘yeh I’d like that.’

They leave the bar and head for the sanctuary of their room. Qrow still feels the guilt, but the man by his side won’t let him feel it for long. Clover slides an arm around Qrows waist as they walk, it’s a simple gesture, but it comforts Qrow, he can feel the warmth, the life of the man next to him. He smiles, this is the man he loves. He couldn’t be happier.

#fair game #clover ebi #qrow branwen #clover x qrow #rwby volume 7 #rwby #fairgame

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yminie · 6 years ago

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vaunt ii (m) | jeon jungkook

sequel to vaunt

pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college!au, frat!au, lots of swearing lol, smut, sex toy use, orgasm denial, teasing, fingering, oral (female receiving), the return of jungkook and his ‘huge wang’ (© @gimmesumsuga 2k18 LMAO), cumshot words: 9.2k summary: True to the nature that birthed your relationship, Jungkook loves to set a challenge, and you love to try and prove him wrong.

a/n: here it is! This is it – the second and last fic in the vaunt universe! I hope you guys love it a lot and thanks for all the support on part one!

A ruckus from downstairs pulls you from sleep and you instantly groan as your eyes are scorched with the sunshine breaking through the blinds. Ear splitting pain around the back of your head has you covering your burning orbs and burying your face into the pillow beneath you, hands tugging fruitlessly at the comforter in an attempt to better shield yourself, but it doesn’t give.

“Jungkook, what the fuck.” You groan, reaching out and landing a sharp slap on his bare back, right above his ass. “Who the fuck leaves their blinds open overnight?”

“Ah! Fuck, babe, really?” He wriggles onto his side, grabbing at the burning mark you’d left behind and serving to only pull the comforter further away from you.

“Get off the blanket you–fuck! Don’t push me you weeb ass–ah!” He reaches out, grasping at your arm, but cannot stop your fall and you land in a heap on the floor, luckily with the comforter wrapped around you to cushion the landing. “Ow!”

Your head gives another painful throb, and you glare up at him as he chuckles and rests his chin on the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. “You got the blanket at least?”

“Do you have Advil in this nerd lair? Because you’re already giving me a headache.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck and stretching with a grunt as he falls back onto the bed, out of your sight.

“Nah but there’s orange juice and painkillers downstairs, want me to get some for you?” You smile to yourself just for a moment at his offer but shake your head, regardless of the fact that he can’t see you.

“No I gotta pee anyway, I’ll go.” You unfold yourself from the blanket and reach for the first item of clothing in your vicinity, slipping Jungkook’s black t-shirt from the night before over your head and standing on achy legs. You force yourself to suck it up even as a sharp twinge stabs through your stomach; you took the dick, you’ll wear the pain.

Jungkook reaches out just as you step away and lands a light smack on your bare ass just under the hem of the shirt, and quickly steals the comforter off the floor once more in your absence, and you leave him chuckling to himself as you venture into the hall.

The frat is a complete mess, as could be expected from a Friday night party, and as you make a beeline for the –clearly already been cleaned– kitchen, a low whistle sounds from the couches behind you.

“That is a very short ensemble, _____. Please, feel free to bend over for us.” You fix Jimin with a glare, noting the pink flush still in his cheeks and the cheeky grin – he’s still drunk.

“How about you bend over so I can shove something where the sun doesn’t shine, Park?” He falls back against Taehyung’s shoulder with peals of laughter, waking the younger from his light slumber and making him jostle the cup of water nestled between his thighs, covering himself in the liquid.

“I thought girls were meant to be in good moods after a decent dicking down?” Yoongi quips, pulling another giggle from Jimin’s quickly reddening face, and you turn on your heel, juice and painkillers in hand.

“Is that why you’ve been so grumpy, Yoonie? Haven’t had a good dicking in a while?” Taehyung splutters, water bursting from his lips and showering Jimin, but the intoxicated boy is too far gone in his cackling, sliding slowly off the couch, to even notice. You can hear Yoongi cursing back at you as you jog back upstairs.

Jungkook lifts his head from the pillow at the sound of the door clicking shut, and you offer him a small smile through squinting eyes as you cross the room to close the blinds. Sighing in relief once your retinas are safe, you make your way back to the bed and down your painkillers and a large mouthful of juice before offering the same to Jungkook who smiles gratefully.

“Your bed is so soft.” Relaxing back against the pillows, you pull the comforter up to your chin, yelping when Jungkook’s hands, cold from the cup, sneak around your waist and pull you into his chest. He only chuckles, squeezing you between his muscular arms and shuffling down under the blanket to nuzzle his face between your breasts and making you giggle.

“Your boobies are so soft.” Snorting, you throw a well-aimed palm at the back of his head, which only serves to make him press his face closer before shaking it side to side quickly and you try to push him away with a yelp.

“Ew, don’t motorboat me!”

__________

Irene laughs freely at the way you’re hitting your forehead on the table in front of you, reaching across with the assumption that you aren’t noticing her steal your fries. “It’s not that bad, _____. You’re not the only person that has to resit that assessment. Besides, isn’t it better you’re getting another chance to improve your score?”

“I already tried my best, what do they want from me?” You swat at her thieving fingers when she reaches for another chip and she snorts, slapping your hand right back before dipping the fry into her own tomato sauce. “I’m gonna be stuck studying the same shit all weekend!”

“You don’t have to study all weekend. Plus a certain someone will be there tomorrow night.” You glare at her, scraping the pickles off your cheeseburger and watching her steal them too. “No doubt he can help you de-stress.”

“Why do you say it like that? He’s my actual boyfriend, not some high school crush.” Your burger has grown cold in the time you’ve spent forming the red mark above your eyebrows, but you’re a partially broke college student and what you get is what you get. “Plus I see him every damn day, nothing special.”

“Because as hard as he is for you, you’re soft for Jeon Jungkook and I know you’ll never admit it.” You simply roll your eyes, stealing one of her nuggets in retaliation and poking your tongue out at the offended expression you get in return.

“Who’s soft for Jeon Jungkook and won’t admit it?” You groan again, quickly trying to move your tray away from another pair of thieving digits, but Yoongi is much faster than normal with food at stake.

“It’s okay, I already know she is.” Jungkook settles on the other side of you, sitting sideways on the bench and sliding closer to you to wrap an arm around your waist. You roll your eyes again when he leans in to kiss your cheek, nuzzling his nose against you with a wide smile as you try to hide your own from Irene’s beady eyed grin.

“Okay, honestly, get your own food!” Yoongi ignores you; taking another bite of your cheeseburger while you huff in annoyance, face twisting at the moisture in Jungkook’s shirt from playing basketball but leaning against him regardless. “You owe me a cheeseburger meal. Both of you.” Irene grins, tearing her nugget in half between her teeth, and Yoongi silently takes a twenty out of his wallet and throws it down in front of you.

“Buy a couple, I’m hungry as hell.” You cheer, standing quickly to walk up to the counter, but a small tug on your elbow has you pausing to face Jungkook, quirking your eyebrow at his cheeky grin as he follows closely behind you.

“I got your text about the resit next week and I know you’re stressed out but are you still coming to the party?” You both move aside as someone clears their throat behind Jungkook, obviously impatient to see if one of you is planning on ordering.

“Even if I wasn’t, I don’t doubt Irene would drag me kicking and screaming from our dorm if I tried to stay home.” He snorts before glancing at the man standing just behind you in line, hand cupping your waist while he leans in even closer to whisper in a way that has you dreading whatever he’s planned up.

“Well make sure you come over early then ‘cause I have something for you. Something to make the party a lot more fun.” You stare at him for a minute, suspicion swimming in your eyes as you squint.

“Just what are you planning, Jeon Jungkook?” He doesn’t reply this time, merely nudging you towards the counter where the worker is waiting for you to order with a bored look on her face.

__________

“Oh shit, hang on!” You huff at the sudden voice, the exertion of having pushed against the front door of Beta Tau for the past minute or so making you out of breath, and moments later Jimin’s face appears in the slight gap you’d managed to make. “Hey, _____!”

“What the hell is behind there? I knocked and knocked but nobody came out!” Jimin disappears again and grunts in effort, the drag of furniture accompanying him, and then the door swings open smoothly and he waves you in with an embarrassed giggle.

“Heh, sorry about that. Tae knocked over a vase while taking out the trash and of course left me alone to clean it up, as always. Plus,” he pauses, fishing the earbuds from the neck of his muscle tee, “had these in. Didn’t notice you pushing until you almost squished me with it!”

Sarcastically, he reaches out to poke your bicep in faux appreciation of your ‘muscles’ and you roll your eyes, stepping around him with a playful shove. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure. How did your guys’ sport meet go? Looks like you had quite the time.” And you’re not kidding; the place is still a mess, popcorn, red cups and beer bottles littering the living area.

“Oh yeah, it got pretty crazy!” Jimin grins, surprisingly bright after what you’re sure was a big night, but then again he’s no stranger to still being intoxicated the next day. “Pretty sure your pretty little boyfriend is still upstairs sleeping it off, haven’t seen him since…5 am?”

“Oh god.” It’s half past four, and if he was still asleep then no doubt he must’ve hit the meet up way too hard last night. Jimin doesn’t speak at your groan of dread, merely flashing you a grin before lifting a red cup towards you in cheers, and you shake your head as you step around the bags of trash at the landing of the stairs and jog up to the second floor.

The familiar sounds of ‘morning after’ –regardless of the fact of it being mid afternoon– wash over you as you trail down the hallway, and you suspect the person loudly vomiting in the first bathroom is Hoseok – he’s never been very good at holding his alcohol.

Hushed voices behind various closed doors as well as the gentle bass of an instrumental you don’t recognize, and you pause in front of Jungkook’s door to watch a girl you don’t recognize walk down the hall. Her hair is a complete mess, makeup all over the place and heels in hand, but she doesn’t offer you a second glance as she hurries along to the stairs.

Glancing back, you notice it’s Taehyung’s door that she’s escaped from, and moments later he appears himself, shirtless and tired but a sleepy grin adorning his face when he makes eye contact with you. “Morning, _____!”

“Uh, Tae it’s the middle of the afternoo–” You’re cut off by Yoongi’s door opening next to Taehyung, and his fuzzy head barely peeks through the gap before he’s fixing the younger with a blurry glare.

“Shut the fuck up, Taehyung. You’re so noisy.” Taehyung just keeps walking, rubbing absentmindedly on the nail marks littering his side. “Next time you have a fourth fucking round, be a little more considerate of the people trying to sleep.”

“Good morning to you too, Hyung!”

Seconds later and Taehyung has disappeared into the second bathroom, not bothering to knock even though the shower is clearly running, and you faintly hear Seokjin protesting his intrusion.

“It’s 5pm, you fucking nympho.” Yoongi grunts to himself, nodding at you without further comment and retreating back into his pitch-black cave, and you chuckle to yourself before finally cracking the door of Jungkook’s room.

It takes your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, but you finally locate the large lump of comforter on the bed and shuffle forwards to lean one knee on the mattress, dropping your bag to the floor. “Kook, you awake?”

There’s nothing but silence for a few moments before you hear a muffled groan and one arm emerges from within to flail around in an attempt to reach for you, and you grasp his warm wrist with a chuckle before he manages to punch you accidentally. “How you feeling?”

“Nnnngh–fuck.” The lump moves slightly but quickly gives up, and you realize his pillow is also covering his head. “Fuuuck¬–”

You snort, dropping his wrist and reaching for the water bottle half hanging out of his discarded book bag beside the bed. Luckily, it still has half the water left, and you poke him with it to pull out another curse.

“Drink some; it’s water. And you clearly need it.” His arm doesn’t lift from the bed, merely opens and slides towards you, and you watch, amused, as he pulls the bottle under the blanket and pillow before you hear the sound of him taking large mouthfuls, forcing you to uncover him quickly. “Kook, you’ll make yourself vomit if you drink too fas–oh my god, what the fuck did you do to your hair?!”

“Babe, please don’t yell my head is pounding!” His eyes squint even though there’s barely any light peaking through the blinds, and he ignores your gaping expression – pressing his face into the mattress and hiding his bleary eyes.

“Your hair is red, Jungkook! Not even red, its fucking pink. Bright fucking pink!” He groans again, rolling onto his back now and rubbing at his face. His torso is bare, and you can see the skin on the sides of his neck is tinged pink from the messy dye job.

“I know it’s pink, I lost a fucking bet with Jimin-hyung and he blindfolded me and dyed my hair, I don’t wanna talk about it.” You reach out and flatten the tuft sticking up on the side of his head, still dazed by the change in colour. It certainly doesn’t look bad, but you’d left Jungkook Friday afternoon with his hair dark brown like normal, and the bright shade it was now definitely required some sort of pre-warning.

“Isn’t this your karma for last year when you made him dye his hair baby pink?” You can’t help but laugh at his unamused expression, and run your fingers through his hair again, slowly adjusting to the colour. “It’s gonna be so fucking bright when you go outside–”

“Fucks sake.” He sits up with a heavy grunt, holding his head as he leans towards you and buries his face in your shoulder, and you rub the hair at the back of his head with a smile, scrunching your nose at the sweaty, alcohol smell that still lingers on his skin. “I’m pretty sure I’m still drunk.”

“Ha! You should probably shower then, drunkie.” You ruffle his hair, ignoring his complaints as you stand up from the bed and grab his towel from the hook behind his door. “Go on, I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Nooo!” He sticks to you like a leech, almost knocking you over with his weight as he pulls you closer, and you giggle at the pout on his face, even if he’s still frowning from his hangover. “Come shower with me?”

“I’m not the one that needs a shower, and you need to eat something to soak up all that alcohol.” He pouts harder as he nuzzles your stomach with his nose, and you push him away with a smile, throwing the towel over his head and leaving it there covering his face. “Go now, I can hear Jin coming out of the bathroom.”

He relents this time, standing and stretching his tired, lean torso carefully while you admire his figure unabashedly. And soon enough he’s clean and mostly dressed, sat atop the comforter as he eats the last of the sandwich you’d made. “You came over pretty early, I was expecting you to come later.”

“You did ask me to come over early, remember? You can sleep more if you want, I have to get ready anyway.” He shakes his head, sliding his empty plate onto the bedside table before leaning down to rummage in the bottom drawer for a few seconds.

“No I wanted you here for a reason. I got this!” He grins, pulling a package out of the drawer along with a pair of scissors and placing them in front of you.

“Wow, would it kill you to invest in some wrapping paper?” You can’t help but tease, even if he only brushes you off with an amused roll of his eyes.

“Just open it.” You do as he says, cutting through the tape holding the box closed before opening the flaps and digging through the paper stuffing until you found another, smaller box. But this one had pictures on the outside and you felt your cheeks flush with heat.

“Jungkook, we’ve been dating for barely a month and you think you can put things up my butt? I don’t know what kind of weird, kinky hentai you’ve been watching, but there is no way this is–” Jungkook splutters before snatching the box from you, and you snort.

“Did they send me the wrong thing?!” He stares into the box before lifting his gaze to glare at you, and you stroke his arm gently with a chuckle, reaching to take the box out and opening it quickly.

“A remote control vibrator huh? Just what are you planning to do with this tonight?” You pull the little device from the plastic casing gently, and Jungkook immediately makes a grab for the remote that falls out behind it. “Because I can tell you right now, if you’re lying and planning to try and get this into my butt, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“No, I’m leaving your butt alone…for now.” You roll your eyes at his grin and give him a suspicious look as he leans in towards you, but fall into his gentle kiss anyway. His tongue glides across your lower lip slowly, just gently parting your lips with the tip of the slick muscle, and you hum a moan as he presses you back against the pillows with a gentle push.

“Just wanted to have a little fun, you know we enjoy the competition. And I have a little challenge for you tonight.” It doesn’t take Jungkook long to wind you up, his bare torso pressing against you warmly and his mouth claiming yours with ease as he rolls his hips against you.

Your moans are muffled by his kiss, breathing coming in heavy pants through your nose as you press yourself ever closer to him when his thigh parts yours to press against the apex of your thighs.

“Hmpf!” You whimper under your breath when the next swivel of his hips has his tensed thigh muscle rubbing against your core, and you automatically respond with a lift of your hips to get closer to the sensation.

Jungkook’s hardened length is obvious against your hip, but he ignores his own need in favor of grinding his thigh even harder against you, and you break away from his mouth with a gasp. “A-And just what is this challenge?”

“You’re so warm, hmm.” Jungkook nuzzles your jaw gently, suckling against the sensitive skin beneath your ear and making you arch up into his chest at the spike of pleasure it invokes. “I want to see how long it takes for you to break and beg me to fuck you.”

Your panties are slowly starting to stick to your core uncomfortably, and you shift your hips with a whine, hands tangled in Jungkook’s hair and pulling his head closer to your neck.

“Mmf–more!” He chuckles against your chest where you’re pushing him closer to the neckline of your shirt, and suckles gently against the swell of your cleavage before sitting up slightly. Humming at the way you whine in complaint at his retreat, he shushes you while soothing your need with slow rolls of his thigh between yours.

“None of this will be any fun later if you cum now, baby. Let’s not move too fast.” You pout; frown marring your expression that had been filled with such pleasure so little ago. He laughs more heartily at your obvious disappointment, but continues on with his plan, sitting up on his knees and picking up the little vibrator from where you’d dropped it on the bed.

The device looks exactly as it does on the box – a bright pink silicone bullet with a looped string on the end to help the removal process. You find yourself chewing your lip as Jungkook sends you a serene smile even as his free hand fiddles with the button of your jeans until it flicks open.

The two of you work together to shuffle the fabric down your legs, but Jungkook only lets it bunch around your knees before flipping you with surprising ease to land on your stomach.

“Oh!” You gasp as he tugs you up onto your knees, face pressed into the mattress, and promptly groan as he swipes his tongue across your damp folds with a wide smile, completely avoiding your clit. “Hng–ah! You fucking tease!”

“Just gotta get you wet enough baby, you know that.” Jungkook moans against your heat as he feels your walls give way to the intrusion of his long tongue, and his arm wraps under your hips and up around your lower back to hold a firm hand against your backside.

“God, please just fuck me!” The vibrations of his moans intensify when he growls at your pleading, and you shudder under his tongue when the noise rattles each vertebra in your spine.

“Don’t tempt me baby girl, unless you don’t plan on leaving my room at all tonight.” You hiss when he swats your thigh with the tips of his fingers, and his mouth fixes against the swell of your ass to suck kisses against the skin while his fingers gather the wetness he’d left behind. “I’ll fuck you long and hard later, but you need to behave for now.”

“P-Promise?” You breathe out a moan as his finger sinks into you, swirling to spread and collect any wetness covering your walls before twisting to find the more sensitive little bundle of muscles within.

“Yeah baby, I promise.” Jungkook’s mouth cuts off any further comment you might have made when he latches onto your clit, and you cry out into the pillow beneath you as a second finger breaches your walls with the new gush of wetness it triggers. He simply enjoys the way you shake and whine under his ministrations for a minute before finally pulling out his fingers and dislodging his mouth with one final wet suckle on your clit.

“Mm–no, wait–” You groan in complaint when you feel the smoother, cooler touch of the silicone at your fluttering entrance, and you can practically feel Jungkook’s grin as he swirls the tip in small circles just to tease you. It’s not much thickness wise, about the same as his two fingers, but the weight and texture as the little bullet slides smoothly into you is instantly obvious.

“Just a little more, baby, it looks so good–fuck.” Jungkook plays with the string a little, dragging the bullet against your walls to see your entrance stretch open against the pull, before repeating the process once more to ensure the vibe is completely coated in your slick before he lets it go.

“Shit–” You take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down with the knowledge that Jungkook wasn’t going to make you cum, but the weight and pressure of the toy inside you makes your need even harder to ignore. Jungkook’s hand feels heavy itself when he strokes up and down your spine soothingly before grasping your hips and easing you down to the mattress and then onto your side. “H–ah!”

He cant help his wide smile when you hum and gasp as the bullet shift inside you, big enough and pressed deep enough that it puts weight just above your gspot – enough to make your head spin.

“Feel okay?” Stroking your bare hips for a second, Jungkook leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth before shuffling down the bed and starting to redress your lower half. You try to help, lifting your hips and bending in an attempt to pull your bottoms up yourself, but your body is still adjusting to the new stimulation, and you’re forced to just let him do it instead.

“You’re expecting me to walk around the party all night and no doubt dance and everything, all with this thing inside me? Are you insane?” You nudge him with your foot petulantly, still somewhat bitter at your lack of release, but Jungkook simply smiles and buttons your jeans with a chuckle.

“Well I suppose you could sit down all night, even though it’s less fun.” He grins wide at your splutter and dodges the next hit you aim his way, sliding from the mattress onto his feet and reaching to grab a tee shirt off the floor.

__________

Parties in the cooler autumn months mean bonfires in the yard, and with the stress of exam prep you’d endured the past week it’s definitely long overdue for you to get a chance to relax. The party had already started before the sun was all the way down, and when you finally finish getting ready and make your way to the backyard, it’s not hard to locate your boyfriend.

“That hair is like a beacon, I’m not losing you in a hurry.” Jungkook grunts slightly when you land in his lap –not seeming to notice the way you yourself gasp lowly– but quickly makes more room for you to situate yourself properly. He automatically offers you a sip of his drink, but the moment the fumes reach your nose and you spot the brightly colored liquid you immediately dodge the cup. “God, didn’t you learn something from last night? Jimin’s cocktails are not a good idea.”

“Just ‘cause you cant handle the heat!” You can feel a shoe poking you in the back, and you shoot Jimin a glare over your shoulder, to which he only giggles and makes himself more comfortable where he’s laid back on the couch with his head in Taehyung’s lap.

“He woke up with pink hair, I think the question of who can ‘handle the heat’ is already answered.” You ignore Jungkook’s groan and shoot Jimin another smile. “Besides, handling the heat and dumb seem to coincide, no?”

“We all know I was just returning the favor, after being nicknamed cotton candy boy by the rest of my team last year!” Jimin glares at the side of Jungkook’s head, but the younger remains unbothered – drinking slowly from his cup with a grin.

“Yes but you were talked into that bet so easy, Chim, she’s not wrong about the dumb part.” Yoongi chimes in from the other side of the fire, Irene nestled against his side in an attempt to reach across him to the bottle in his other hand, and she throws you a wave with bleary eyes and pink cheeks. “You two go together well! Dumber and Dumbest.”

All while the boys throw insults a compare similar idiocies from parties past, Jungkook remains quiet, seemingly content with his cheek leant to your shoulder and his palm holding the curve of your ass. His short nails catch on the texture of your denim jeans, tickling your skin underneath, and you shift on his lap as a throb of warmth echoes through you.

“Feeling okay?” You don’t have to look at him; you can feel his cheek is tight from smiling so hard, and at your stubborn refusal to give him the pleasure of admitting how effected you already are, his chest vibrates with laughter. “Don’t ignore me baby~.”

“I’m not ignoring you, you needy brat.” You roll your eyes, unable to help your smile when you look down to find his eyes shining up at you, and his hold tightens on your hips as he leans up to press his lips to your jaw.

“_____, you drinking?” You blink.

“Hm?” Turning from giving Jungkook unnecessary attention to face, you look towards Jimin as he sits up and stretches his arms high above his head, flashing a peek of his toned tummy to the group as he groans before waving his empty cup towards you. “Oh, yeah I am. You going in to get a refill?”

“Baby~. Can you get me a refill too?” Jungkook flutters his eyelashes sickeningly sweetly up at you, and you can distantly hear Hoseok and Namjoon losing their shit across the circle, gagging loudly.

“If I must ¬– I’ll come with you Chim.” You take Jungkook’s cup with a roll of your eyes, and stand to meet Jimin, managing to take a step before your legs give way beneath you and you fall towards the elder–right into his lap.

The bullet had sprung to life inside you, heavy vibrations rushing through your aching core and aftershocks stimulating your clit just enough to blindside you for a moment, and when your head clears from the shock you can hear Jimin and Irene saying your name in mild alarm.

“I thought you hadn’t had anything to drink yet babe, you okay?” You sniff, shrugging off Jungkook’s fake concern when you instantly recognize the smugness ringing in his voice. The bullet is still once more, vibrations ceased as fast as they’d started, and when you look towards your boyfriend you now realize his hand is tucked safely into his jacket pocket, out of sight.

“I’m fine, just uh, dead leg I guess.” You don’t check anyone’s faces to see if your lame excuse was convincing, but promptly squeak in surprise when Jimin uses his steadying grip on your hips to pull you to your feet.

The thought of looking him in the eyes after almost face planting his dick is a little too much, and you avoid any eye contact you as hide your blush behind your hair, choosing to turn and shoot Jungkook one last look of warning before you proceed back into the house.

The few hours following that incident go relatively smoothly, Jungkook not pulling any more surprises on you yet, and the relaxed vibe from the party almost causes you to forget you’ve even got the little device inside you.

Drink after drink leads you to follow Irene to the dance floor, and the two of you quickly merge yourselves into the middle of the mob, the moisture of warm bodies and vigorous dancing quickly coating your skin. The blurriness of your eyes paired with the darkness of the room means it doesn’t take long for you to lose her in the crowd, and it also means you don’t realize anyone’s approaching you until he already has his hands on your shoulders.

“You look like you’re having fun!” Jimin grins, admiring the way you spin and twist before him with excitement sparkling in your eyes, but he doesn’t miss the way you glance around to see if Jungkook is with him. “He’s still outside – told me you were in here dancing and I saw you were alone. Thought I’d come and keep you company!”

You don’t reply; merely grinning in acceptance and quickly taking a hold of his wrists before spinning him in a circle and throwing your arms up into the air. Jimin giggles loudly, returning the favor and spinning you so fast you almost lose your footing, stumbling against his chest, and that’s when it happens.

“Hngk!” You keel over in Jimin’s gentle hold, forehead hitting his shoulder and your nails dimpling the soft leather of his jacket as the vibe springs to life again. The weight of it feeling even more intense now it seems to be slipping, and you automatically clench around the device to keep it from escaping your slick walls, which is a grave mistake.

The tightening of your core nestles the end of the bullet right against your gspot, and you force yourself to pretend that you didn’t just moan into the cotton covering Jimin’s shoulder. You can faintly hear him asking if you’re okay, if you’re gonna be sick, if you need his help, but you ignore him completely and make a dash for the door, eyes flickering around the room in an attempt to spot your boyfriend, but he is no where to be found.

You make it to the bathroom, though each step is almost painful, and the moment the door is shut behind you, you collapse against the counter – thighs shaking with the effort it’s taking to hold you up while your body starts to ready itself for climax.

The thought of just taking the infernal little thing out before you can finish appears, but having already been denied a release today you figure it wouldn’t hurt to let the situation run its course. And it would, if Jungkook wasn’t content on playing with you even more.

Poor Jimin was very confused Came looking for me straight away Said you looked like you were going to be sick Said you were groaning in pain What would he say if he knew…?

The vibrations die down slightly, and you whine quietly in protest at the knowledge that he clearly wasn’t going to let you finish. Staring down at your phone as each message comes through, you find yourself clenching harder around the device, thighs pressing together in an attempt to prolong your pleasure. But as always, Jungkook can read you without even being in the same room – nor even speaking to you.

All sensations die down, and you groan in annoyance, head tipping back against the wall as you try and breathe to calm yourself down, but you choke on your own spit when a pulse jets through you from the bullet, and then again, and again. Of course the damn thing had different modes, you should have known!

You’re probably close huh, baby? So close and yet so far… All you have to do is say the magic words And I’ll walk straight into that bathroom and fuck you like you want me to I’m right outside baby Just say the words

“I give up!” The door squeaks, wood sliding against the doorframe and the sound of the bass emitting down the hall echoes of the tiles, muffling the sound of Jungkook’s shoes as he strolls into the room before the door locks shut with a click. “Fuck you, I hate you so much.”

“Oh? You don’t look like you hate me.” And he’s right, the reflection in the mirror; he flush in your cheeks, the sweat dampening your brow and the way your chest is heaving with each pulsation the bullet pushes through your walls. “You look like you want me – badly.”

“Please just fuck me, you said you’d fuck me!” Jungkook’s body heats at the raw desire swimming in your eyes, desperation bleeding into your inhibitions and rendering them void. Oh, how he loves when you ask him, gaze begging him to ruin you, body just calling for his touch.

“Yes I did, but I didn’t say when. And I’m quite enjoying the show.” Jungkook steps closer and you immediately reach out to pull him against you, pressing your heaving breasts into his chest and moaning as a sudden gush of wetness has your panties starting to stick uncomfortably against your folds.

“Kook, please, I’ll do whatever you want!” A faint click has the pulsations whirring back up to a constant thrum, and you can feel even more moisture dampening your core and seeping through to stain against the crotch of your jeans. It was baffling how he could do this, turn you into such a mess when just ten minutes ago, anything remotely akin to this was so far from your mind.

“Whatever I want? Hm?” Jungkook’s grin grows as he leans down towards you, and the press of his lips finally against your skin almost makes your knees buckle. Another click sounds and the vibrations intensify, the white noise of blood rushing through your ears filling your head as you become lost in the pleasure, every ounce of your being centred on that one small point of contact. “What if I don’t want you to cum yet?”

“J-Jungk–kngk–” Your voice cracks into a sob when the pulsations fluctuate once again and Jungkook pulls back to watch as your expression morphs with each emotion that rushes through you. The unadulterated pleasure that covers your face when your release starts to peak has his erection throbbing with want, calling for him to just hurry up and give in to what you want, but he’s set on playing with you just a little bit longer.

Slotting his thigh between yours, he presses his lips more firmly to your jaw, suckling against the flesh when you arch up into his touch, and he moans as your hip brushes against his swollen cock in an attempt grind your covered core against the thick muscle. You moan just as earnestly back at him, nails digging easily through his shirt to press crescent half moons into his skin, and you buck against him desperately as your orgasm starts to build.

Jungkook’s can feel with his hand on your side just how fast and hard your heart is beating, sweat beading in the curve of your spine where you’re arched sharply against him, and he pulls back from your jaw to shift his hand to your neck. Moaning as his hand closes around your throat, you cry out as he tugs you away from the wall and pushes you to meet the counter front on, hips finding the edge of the basin painfully as he steps up behind you.

“Bend over baby.” You do as he says hurriedly; elbows hitting the counter and lungs gasping for air at the reprieve you get when he lifts his hold on your throat and uses rushed fingers to unbutton your jeans. They don’t even make it all the way off, merely trapping your thighs and giving you even less room to work with, and soon your panties are just the same, ruining the smooth skin of your inner thighs with streaks of shiny slick.

“F-Fuck!” Somewhere past the white noise in your head, you can hear Jungkook groaning out how good it looks when he grasps the string connected to the bullet and pulls it free from your core, but you whine in protest and push back in an attempt to keep the vibe inside you.

“Look at that eager little pussy, so desperate to cum, hm?” Jungkook’s mouth meets the back of your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin just enough to have shudders wracking your spine before he nips you playfully. His words don’t register, your brain too overloaded on sensation to let you concentrate, but he doesn’t need you to tell him when you’re going to cum; it’s written all over your face.

Pulling the vibe free from your core, he lets his fingers trail over your swollen folds, the trickle of wetness following the little device dirtying his fingers and running rivulets down to where your jeans are trapping your legs. Your walls are already so receptive, swollen and pulsing from the sudden lack of stimulation, and so when he slides his digits into the soft flesh and crooks the pads of fingers into the most sensitive patch of nerves, you fall weak in his hold.

You don’t even realize it but your hips start to undulate, the need that had been building all night feeding into your desperation and leaving you with no other thought in mind but to cum. Jungkook leans back to watch you at work, hissing through his teeth when the sight of his fingers being engulfed by your puffy folds sends another painful throb through his cock.

Two fingers turns into three, and you cry out with a sharp convulsion as you keel over to press your forehead to the counter, your arousal making it so easy for his fingers to stretch you open, and you almost cry in relief at the thought that you will finally get to feel his cock as your core tightens to cum–

And then he’s gone, fingers pulled from your core and heat disappearing from behind you, and you are livid.

Whirling on your heavy feet, legs shaking and eyes turning wet with tears of frustration that you refuse to let fall, you glare heavily at Jungkook’s smug expression, turning angrier as the sight of his tongue peeking out to lick the slick from his fingers echoes a throb in your core.

All flushed cheeks and clumsy hands, you maintain your anger as you yank your jeans and panties up your thighs and fix the opening firmly shut, letting the discomfort of the way your underwear had rolled up with your harsh pulling fuel you. And then, ignoring Jungkook’s baffled expression, you pat down your hair and give yourself a quick once over in the mirror and storm from the bathroom.

The struggle that is getting through the crowded hallway to the stairs and up to the second landing, the hoards of people in your way while you’re already so on edge, ensures that by the time you do reach Jungkook’s room, you’re just as incensed as you had been when you’d left him downstairs. And true to his nature, Jungkook appears no less than 35 seconds later, slipping silently into the room and locking the door firmly before finally turning to you.

He watches with wide eyes yet barely masked amusement as you strip yourself of each item of clothing, one by one, until your panties hit the floor in a damp bundle and you’re completely bare.

Marching forwards determinedly, you refuse to be sated by the fact he steps forwards to meet you and instantly push him back to meet the door before taking his lips viciously with your own. He hums as you suck his lower lip between your teeth, helping you to peel off his jacket and separating only momentarily to discard his shirt, and then turning your positions and knocking your back into the wall.

When your hands have had their fill of the toned muscles lining his torso, and his fingers fall to the zip of his fly, you pull away from his mouth with a harsh nip against his swollen flesh, and push him down until he’s in line with your dripping heat. “Fix it.”

“Oh? And here I thought you were angry at me. But look how wet I got you with my little game, hm?” The cockiness in his eyes makes your blood boil even hotter than just your arousal, and your expressions contorts akin to a snarl, nails threatening to break through his skin.

But his grin only grows and you don’t hesitate to twist your fingers into his hair and pull his mouth to the apex of your thighs, legs buckling at the instant pleasure.

“F-fuck–ah!” Jungkook seems to sense you’re in no mood for teasing and urges your shaky leg to hook over his shoulder in order to grant him deeper access to your leaking entrance. He dives in without hesitation, suckling hard on your swollen, sensitive clit and humming in delight as your back arches sharply off the wall and your fingers pull his hair tight at the pleasure.

Your earlier orgasm doesn’t take long to arise, and you whimper pleadingly as the tips of Jungkook’s fingers part your glistening folds and sink deep within your clenching walls. You immediately push down to meet his digits, clit grazing over the front of his teeth before you lift yourself again and undulate your hips.

Jungkook releases a guttural groan as the slick sound of your walls gliding over his fingers fills the room, and you bite down heavily on your lip to contain your noises of ecstasy. The motions of your grinding against his tongue and fingers leaves his nose, cheeks and chin covered in the moisture of your pleasure, and you let your head tip back to rest against the wall as you move with even more vigor, chasing your release.

You cum with a loud squeak, the tang of iron filling your mouth as your teeth tear into the delicate flesh of your inner lip, and Jungkook easily takes over where your hips stutter and pause. Nose digging into the softer flesh below your navel, he tongues hard at your clit as he braces himself and fucks you viciously with his three drenched fingers, curling deeply into your tender gspot.

You wince momentarily at the overstimulation but quickly melt into his embrace as he drags you towards a second release; a dopey, lidded expression of ecstasy on your face even as you flush and gasp, growing lightheaded as you struggle to stand straight above him. But he’s determined, and within a minute you’re driven over the edge once more, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes and shining across your cheekbones as you tremble and shudder in his hold.

Jungkook stands, ignoring the sharp ache in his knees from the hard floor, and immediately loops an arm around your waist to hold you steady as his lips meet yours, thumb of his clean hand stroking away the moisture on your cheeks. “Better?”

“Fuck me.” He chuckles at your slurred words, pressing his lips to your cheek just gently before sucking your lip between his and pulling you from the wall.

You stumble back blindly, led by the pressure of his warm body against yours, and when the backs of your knees find the side of the mattress you fall back willingly, hair splayed around your head and bare breasts bouncing together with the force of your fall. Jungkook stands over you, lips still shining with the taste of you, and you lean up on your elbows, legs parted to invite him in, as he flicks open the fly of his jeans. The pile of denim meets the floor the same time as his knees hit the mattress behind your thighs, and your legs hook over his hips to pull him in.

“Mmf!” You moan against his mouth as his tongue twines with yours deeply, teeth nipping at the tip of your wet muscle before his own glides a wet shine across your lips, and you lick hungrily at them when he pulls away to chase any trace of his flavor left behind.

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy, baby.” The vibration of his words spoken against the inside of your knee sends sparks across you skin that break out in goose bumps and you whine petulantly with a cant of your hips against his. “Roll over, show me where you want it.”

Your limbs feel weak but you muster the energy to do as he asks quickly, snatching a pillow from the head of the bed and hugging it to your chest as you flip onto your front. The fabric muffles your next moan when his hands take a handful of each ass cheek to spread your folds wide, humming in appreciation as his breath washes over your soaked core.

A cry is ripped from your throat as his mouth finds your entrance one last time, teeth careful but firm as he grazes your labia and sucks each one between his lips before gathering all the wetness in his mouth and depositing it right against the dip of your hole. “K-Kook, please–”

“Hold your pussy open, don’t let it drip off.” Your ass smarts as his hand swats roughly against your cheek and you turn your head to the side to breathe as your arms abandon the pillow to reach back. Your nails dimple the soft flesh beside your mound as you pull each side open, and you arch your spine invitingly as you lay in wait. “Fuck, yes.”

The tip of his cock slaps wetly against your core, his hips rolling slowly as he drags the underside through the slick he’d so carefully placed, and his hands find the curves of your waist as he leans over you. You arch your back even further until you’re forced to stop by a painful twinge in your spine, and he hisses as your movements cause the head of his length to catch on your entrance with his next thrust.

No words are needed as he tilts his hips up and presses forward into your heat, the stretch warming your bones and pushing the air from your lungs as he manages to get halfway in before drawing back slowly. The second push is a lot smoother, and he quickly bottoms out with a deep groan, hips twitching with slight sensitivity as your walls wrap tight around his cock.

“S-So, big, hhngk–” The words are hard to manage with the way you’re pinned to the bed, and you think back to the first time you’d had sex with him. Just how impossible it’d seemed at the time for his large girth and length to fit inside you, but the amount of foreplay you’d endured all day meant your walls were stretched and slick, more ready for him than ever.

“I fuck you every day, and you’re still so fucking tight baby.” Jungkook lifts one hand from your waist to lean on his forearm next to your head, and the heat of his lips as they glide across your shoulder to suck bruises along the curve of your neck adds to the fire that he’s sparking deep in your abdomen. His pace fastens gradually, back curved over you to hit hard and deep, and your knees start to slip against the comforter under the force, making the tip of his cock drag hard against your gspot. “Y-You like knowing –fuck– how hard I was all night? Knowing your tight little cunt was nice and wet, just waiting to get fucked?”

“Oh my god–” Your thighs shake as the knot he’s forming in your core tightens unbearably, and your hips drop to the bed as your walls throb, release closing in on you despite how exhausted you’re becoming. “Baby–”

But Jungkook takes it in stride, shifting with barely a pause to straddle your left leg and tip you on your side, hand hooking under your right knee and pulling your leg up until your ankle hooks over his opposite shoulder. The release on your neck and chest lets you gasp for air, and your waist twists until your shoulder blades rest comfortably on the bed and you can see his glowing face clearly as he gazes down at you reverently.

“So fucking pretty.” You moan in reply as he grinds his cock deep against you before resuming his thrusting, hand returning to your waist and keeping your hips firmly in place as he drops his head a kisses you deep. Your moans mix together as you suck against the tip of his tongue, catching it as it glides across your lips, and his breath washes across your face in a cool breeze, highlighting just how flushed you must be.

“Gonna cum?” His lips brush against your cheek as you tilt your face to breathe properly, and you can barely manage a nod let alone be coherent enough to answer. “Cum for me, w-wanna feel you, beautiful.”

“G-gukk–ah!” Your hips jerk as he sits back once more, freeing up his arm and allowing him to press a quickly tongue-slicked thumb to your clit, and your body overloads in pleasure. Each muscle burns in protest at the force with which your orgasm shoots through you, and just like each joint in your body, your walls lock tightly against his length and push him to release quickly.

“M’ gonna c-cum! Can I–can I cum in your mouth?” You moan wantonly with overstimulation as his cock swells with his impending orgasm and nod eagerly, wanting desperately to watch him release. You pull your leg down from where it’s propped up against his torso just in time to give him room to leap from between your thighs, and by the time your tongue drops just past your lips and your hands press against the backs of his thighs for encouragement, he’s already pumping hard at his cock as drops of release hit your mouth.

Moaning heavily through his nose with rushed, high pitched pants of exertion, Jungkook’s kiss-swollen lips stretch in a pleased smile as he slows his hand, wiping the last beads of release at his tip against your lips like gloss and tapping just enough times to make you fix him with a playful glare.

“A work of art.” You swallow thickly while rolling your eyes, licking your lips clean and furrowing your brows as the thick liquid passes through your throat, and Jungkook drops down beside you with a groan, sweaty skin sticking to yours uncomfortably.

Now you’re relaxing the sounds of the party filter back to you, and you briefly wonder if anyone might’ve heard the two of you, but exhaustion takes over faster than you can care, and you push him out of your way as you drag yourself back up the bed to slip beneath the covers. “Baby?”

“Mm?” Jungkook looks up from where he’s leaning down to grab clean underwear out of the draw beside the bed, one of his big, oversized tshirts already in hand for you.

“Go get me a drink.” He stares at you blankly for a moment before looking down at his naked self and returning your gaze once more.

“Are you serious?” You smile, eyes drifting shut as you nuzzle further into the pillow with a shrug and stretch your aching legs under the covers. “Babe, I’m naked.”

“You’re the one that wanted to come in my mouth, hun.” Jungkook huffs and complains all through redressing himself into his jeans and shirt from earlier, trying hard to make his hair not seem so freshly sex mussed and with one last glance at you, slips from the room with a loud groan.

“If the sex wasn’t so good I swear–”

“Mmhm.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook one shot #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts one shot #vaunt #sorry this is so late!!#I may or may not have rewrote like 3k of it last night #hope you all love it <3

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