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The O'Carrick Curse
I just talked about a headcanon in the comment section of a fic that I just read, and realized that maybe I should post it here too.
In the fic ("who you are" by mipmaps on A03) Will ends up offering the surname 'Treaty' to Halt, who accepts, which I am absolutely in love with because of the headcanon that I am about to share with you guys.
I feel like Halt sees the surname "O'Carrick" as a curse, especially when he considers how miserably and/or tragically every O'Carrick (that we know of) has lived and died.
~ Halt mentioned that his parents argued all the time and were pretty much straight-up neglectful to everyone but Ferris. (I also headcanon that they were abusive, but I'll go more in-depth about that another time).
~ Ferris was so blinded by greed that he tried to kill his twin brother multiple times over a throne, and did so terribly at being king that he was most beloved by the people when that same twin was pretending to be him - not to mention that when he finally started to do better, he was instantly murdered for it.
~ Caitlyn spent her childhood being neglected and forced to grieve as the one person who truly cared for her apparently died, and she was the only one who really knew who was behind it. She also spent her whole life being sickly, and it was eventually what killed her, leaving her son (who I'm sure Halt was grateful didn't carry the same name) alone with her snake of a brother.
~ And Halt. He was also neglected his whole childhood to the point of being so afraid of hurting his parents' relationship that he would rather run away and leave everything he had ever known and loved behind then tell his parents that his brother was trying to kill him. Speaking of, his twin brother - with whom he spent his entire childhood, and loved in a way that only twins can - tried to murder him on three separate occasions for a throne he didn't even want in the first place. Shortly after this, Halt lost the man who he had come to see as a father, and had to deal with the survivor's guilt brought on by being saved by Will's parents, and leaving Will himself orphaned. He also didn't tell a soul about who he really was until literal decades later. He had to give up a second home in order to save his son apprentice that he felt responsible for losing in the first place (whom he has almost lost multiple times - the majority of which he felt responsible for). Then, he lost the man that he considered a brother (or perhaps a lover????). Not to mention the fact that by book 8 - aside from Sean - his whole family was dead.
I feel like Halt was bittersweet about his standing as the last of the O'Carricks. One reason, is he's glad no one else has to carry the burden of the (in his mind) cursed name. A part of him however, wonders if perhaps Halt was the curse all along. That was another reason that Halt didn't offer Will the O'Carrick name at his graduation, he was afraid that sharing a surname with Will would leave his former apprentice vulnerable to his curse.
When Will first offered his surname to Halt, the older ranger teared up, and Will was startled when Halt seemed to be on the verge of breaking down.
Before Will could start apologizing, Halt found himself pouring out all of his thoughts about the curse that he had feared his whole life, and his fear of inflicting it on Will and causing him the same misery. Will was completely stunned, because the only other times Halt had been this vulnerable were when he was telling Will about his mother, and when he spoke about his own childhood, and even then, those times were nothing like this. He had never heard this self-loathing from his teacher before but as he processed the words, he realized that it must have been hidden deep within Halt all this time.
Will took Halt's hands in his own, cutting off the older ranger's uncharacteristic rambling, and looked deep into his stricken eyes. "Halt," his quiet voice cut through Halt's mind like an arrow, "You are many things, but a curse is not one of them." Halt's eyes misted over, and it was all he could do to maintain eye contact. Will had never seen this level of vulnerability and hurt in his teacher's gaze, and he would do anything to take his pain away.
"You are not a curse, or a burden, or a monster, and it is not your fault that things with your family turned out the way that they did. You were as much of a victim as they were, if not more so." Here, Will took a deep breath, and bent slightly to maintain eye contact with the Hibernian whose dark gaze had drifted downwards to hide his shame. "Do you know what you are?" The soft question was rhetorical, for Will needed no one to give him answers besides his own heart and memories, "You are a protector, a kind soul, and the greatest man I have ever known. And I am proud beyond belief to call you my friend, mentor, and father."
At this, Halt's gaze snapped back up in shock. How could Will still say that after seeing him like this? After all the broken promises, and the hurt and heartache cause by simply being associated with the former prince? However, before he could speak his thoughts, Will plowed on. "I offer you my surname, not out of a sense of debt or obligation, but because I love you, and I wish for the world to know that we are family, and nothing - no self-believed curse, no painful pasts, and certainly no self doubt - will ever stop me from seeing you as my father. I offer my name because I see how much pain your own brings you, and if I can do even one thing to show you the same care you have always showed for me, then I will gladly do so."
By this time, tears had begun to flow freely down Halt's face, and Will's own eyes burned as well. Slowly, Halt nodded and whispered his acceptance which Will had to strain to hear. The younger ranger pulled his father into a strong yet warm embrace that he could only hope expressed the love he had for the slight man before him.
As Halt melted into the embrace, he felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and though it would never truly leave him, the pain of his curse finally melted away as accepted the family he had feared for so long.
#ranger's apprentice#halt o'carrick#will treaty#caitlyn o'carrick#ferris o'carrick#halt's parents#sean o'carrick#I personally feel that Sean took his father's last name#which is mentioned in the post#sorry for the length#not me going from a rant into a straight up drabble#I just have a lot of emotions about this small sad Irishman#mentions of abuse#and neglect#Halt goes through it for a good bit#my comment on the fic was A LOT shorter
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What is Love?
Picking Yuuji up from school was not a rare occurrence. On the other hand, picking Yuuji up from school while accompanied by Sukuna was a rare occurrence.
Kids are flocking to you like birds, asking if you were Yuuji's mom, and who that creepy man next to you was â this all reminded said creepy man about why this was a rare occurrence, and how it should stay one.
The final straw for Sukuna snaps when a little boy, probably around Yuuji's age, approaches you with his hands behind his back. "Hi, you are very pretty. Can I be your boyfriend?"
You looked a bit taken aback, before remembering this was a kid talking to you, and kids could be quite . . . odd. "Um, thank you! You are very sweet, but, I already have a boyfriend."
Sukuna smirks to himself, a smug expression painted on his face.
"That's okay. I have two girlfriends; you can have two boyfriends," the kid giggled. "He doesn't have to know."
At this, Sukuna glares at the little boy, fully prepared and ready to beat him up, but he halted, as you placed a coaxing hand on his arm.
"Ummâ"
"Here!" The boy shoved a daffodil into your hands, it was covered in dirt and had a few missing pedals.
"Oh! This isâ"
"I picked it up from over there," he pointed a little finger across the school. "It's pretty. And you're pretty. So it's for you! Hehe, pretty flower for pretty lady."
Just then, Yuuji came running out of the school's doors â backpack aggressively shaking and threatening to fall off of his little arms â and into your arms, well . . . legs actually. But he demanded to be in your arms.
"Up! Up!"
"Okay, Yuuji." You hoisted him up and he immediately went to bury his face into your neck, calming down from his hyper-ness when he breathed in your perfume.
"How was school, baby?"
"It was so fun! I missed you though." You felt Yuuji frown in your neck.
"Aww, well I'm here now. Let's go home, kay? Then we can make up for the time you missed me, how about that?" You rubbed Yuuji's back.
"Okay!"
Unfortunately for the other boy that was still staring up at you â and now Yuuji, too â he was long forgotten by you. Your full attention now on Yuuji.
When the pink-haired kid is finally in the car, after wrestling to not be strapped down by the seatbelt, he immediately goes to working on an assignment. Strange, you thought, looking back at him through the rear-view mirror. Yuuji hates homework.
This continues when you three get back to the apartment. Yuuji immediately slips off his shoes and takes off to his bedroom, assignment and pencil pouch in hand.
You turn to looked at Sukuna, "I thought he wanted to play first?"
Sukuna shrugged, not knowing what his brother was up to, "He's a weirdo, you know that."
You frowned, "I'm bored."
"I know a way to pass the time."
An hour later, you exit your shared bedroom â planning to start on dinner â just to find notes and drawings all over the apartment. On the floor, in the potted plants, on the coffee table, shoved in crevices on the couch, everywhere.
Picking up a few piece of paper, you find yourself reading:
"Deer Y/N,
You are so nise to me.
You are very good at macking food.
I love you!"
"You are so amazing!"
"I love you so mutch!"
"Y/N is good and nise and prety."
Some drawings even depicted you and Yuuji holding hands.
While eating dinner, you decided to question a very smiley and giggling Yuuji, to find out that he had an assignment to show his appreciation to someone he loved.
Most of the notes were only directed to you, but some of the drawings had Sukuna too. The rest of the evening, Yuuji spent telling you and Sukuna how much he loved you guys. Quietly, and going unnoticed by Yuuji and you, Sukuna reciprocated his brother's affection.
A/N: loosely based on this ask â this was supposed to be wayyyy shorter, but i got a bit carried away
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ë°ěąí ăPRETTY FACE
all the trouble sunghoon gets himself in lands him in your arms.
featuring â rich boy! sunghoon x fem reader
contents â kissing, mentions of cuts, injuries and blood, just a whole lot of fluff i miss writing cute stuff, insecurities perhaps ( 1370 )
notes â rich boy sunghoon....save me from him. also this was not meant to be above a thousand words and was supposed to be funny. and this one's for saint @hoonvrs hi bae
one thing youâve learnt while dating sunghoon, itâs always an adventure. so unforeseen, like when he showed up at your balcony, again, last night with a few bruises and cuts on his face. you had let him in and he avoids your attempt at cupping his face just as swiftly. and dating sunghoon is exhilarating, with the way you let him stay for the night, again, knowing your parents are home.
âgood morning,â you smile and brush your thumb over the cut on the corner of his lips. itâs red, his lips are dry, and yet theyâre soft when you lean down for a quick peck.Â
âmorning, sweetheart,â he says quietly. âhow creepy of you to watch me sleep,â
âguess iâll be a creep if it means i get to look at your handsome face,â you hum, fighting back a smile.
âis that a compliment i hear?â and heâs almost turning away to sleep, but your words catch him off, and he smirks drowsily with a soft and sleepy gaze adorning you. âwhatâs the occasion?â
âiâm serious, hoon. youâre handsome,â you insist with a frown, cupping his face again, thumb brushing over his cheeks as you lean in and whisper ever so tenderly. âso handsome, itâs crazy,â
âwell, arenât you sweet, my love,â and he canât help but wrap his arms around you, pulling you on top of him. itâs quiet, you lay with your head on his chest. itâs barely six, you look out through the huge glass window panes installed in your room by your request to fit the aesthetic, but now itâs how sunghoon climbs up your room every other night.Â
itâs not usual for him to get compliments. usually, youâre trying to play it cool, as if his words donât affect you as much as he thinks they do. on other days, youâre busy rolling your eyes every time he flirts. you make him work for compliments, itâs funny, and he enjoys it. a little bit of challenge in his way too easy lifestyle keeps him going. but todayâ as youâre quietly listening to his heartbeat while heâs caressing your backâ you want to stay like this.Â
he brushes his fingers through your hair, planting soft kisses on your head every few seconds. itâs rare for you two to be this quiet. with sunghoon, every minute spent on bed leads to something else, most of the time. but this time itâs silent, itâs risky, heâs in your room and as much as he jokes about it, the idea of being caught by your parents isnât something either of you fancy.
âi think i should get up and leave before yourââ it lands upon you to worry about keeping everything a secret, today itâs his job to make sure the secret is safe.
âit stings, doesnât it?â you cut him off immediately, pinning him down as he tries to get up. he can see the concern in your eyes, worries trickling through your finger tips and seeping through his skin when you lace your fingers over his scratches.Â
âi told you, theyâre not that bad,â he shrugs, too careless, carefree. he doesnât know why you worry yourself over something so minor. âthey donât even hurt,âÂ
âit hurts me to see you like this,â and his thoughts are put to halt when the words leave your mouth.Â
it was half past one when sunghoon knocked at the glass doors of your balcony. you were getting ready for bed after movies, and he was avoiding your gaze as you were running your eyes over his stateâ messy, hurt, and so were you. Â
âdid you get into another fight with heeseung?â you had asked and he avoided, again, dodging all your questions and attempts to check on him. you let him in, and he goes straight to your bathroom. his gaze doesnât meet your eyes, he avoids all the eye contact and conversation. he turns away to take off his shirt covered in dirt. itâs worse this time. âcome here,âÂ
you grabbed his arm to pull him towards you, but he refused to face you. heâs ashamed, like every time he is when you see him like this. the pretty face youâve always been so fond of no longer fits the definition. you tried to make him look at you, but he grabbed your hands, kissing your palms and pulled you to bed.Â
âis that a new way of telling me to not get into fights?â he asks, feigning a yawn, a faint chuckle following by. youâre still on top of him, pinning him down, and if he didnât know any better, you wouldâve ended up under him already.Â
âis it working?â
âa bit,â he mumbles quietly and pulls you closer by your waist, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. he keeps planting tender kisses on your cheeks, and then down on your neck, as if telling you to let go of all the concerns that plague your mind. âyou worry too much,â
âi know, i will continue to do that,â you pull back again, much to his disappointment. nothing could compare to the feeling of having you in his arms. âif not for your dad and for the sake of your reputation then at least for me, you need to stop,â
sunghoon knows.
if not for anythingâ it isnât for anything else. not for his motherâs million dollars fashion brand, not for his sisterâs business ventures, nor his fatherâs political career. itâs for you, every scratch, every nip and every cut, every drop of blood that had trickled down the corner of his lips when heeseung landed a punch on his face. how could he not? sunghoon can stand anything but people talking down on you as if they know you. it makes him fight for you and funnily enough, heâs happy to bleed to death for you.
âyou always ruin the mood, bringing that old man up,â heâs deflectingâ just as you had expected and youâre not backing down. one leg swinging to the other side, arms by his head. heâs down, caged, a position where he canât avoid you. itâs about time you two had this conversation.
âiâm serious,â youâre trying your best to keep up the stern face, eyes locked into his.Â
âi love it when you get all serious, angel,â he grins suggestively, arms around your waist again. heâs slipping them under your top, you slap it away and it only makes him laugh in amusement. âi suppose it is a bit too early for that,â
you donât say anything, just looking at his pretty face. you stroke softly over the cut on his cheekbone and he flinches ever so slightly. itâs new, it stings, adorned by a bit of dried up blood just like the one on his lips. thereâs one near his jaw from a while ago, itâs healing. each and every part an ugly reminder of how much trouble he gets in.
âyouâre such a pretty face,â you whisper quietly and lean down to kiss him, trying to be so gentle to not hurt him even more. you take your sweet time, tracing your lips over those wounds, new or old, and then speaking with a voice impossibly loving. âeven with these,â
âi love it when you call me that,â he takes your hand, kissing your palms. itâs not everyday that heâs spoiled like this.
and you pull your hand back, speaking with frown as if giving him a warning. âi wonât anymore if you get into another fight,â
âguess weâre making truce with heeseung,â he chuckles quietly, shaking his head, pretending to be annoyed. he finally pulls you down next to him and wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead. âthings i do for my girl,â
you let out a muffled laughter while your face is buried in his chest before looking up at him with love pouring out of your eyes. âfor me?â
âfor you,â you hand rests on his cheeks as he leans down for a kiss, and his hands wrap over them gently, holding them in place. when you kiss him so deeply yet delicately, like itâs a stellar reunion, he pulls away just for a brief second, whispering against your lips. âeverything,â
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âwhat a loser! | c.bg
ŕ¨ŕ§ synopsis. hearing rumours of your sex life travel around your campus for the first time has you standing in front of the very person that youâre convinced is responsible. your secret fuck buddy.
ŕ¨ŕ§ warnings. stoner!gyu, bratty sub!beomgyu, mean femdom, humiliation kink, VERY public, hair pulling, hate sex kind of, cunnilingus, use of pet, fuck buddies, reader has a priest dad, bit of a toxic dynamic
âWhyâre you here?â he mumbles casting his eyes down to his feet as he idly skates around, not paying you even a little bit of eye contact or actual acknowledgement.
âCan we talk somewhere else? More private?â
He ignores you.
You huff, rolling your eyes, adjusting the bag on your shoulder. The sun had already set, there were even less people outâno one was skating around at this hour but Beomgyu. âWhyâ" you take a breath, already feeling yourself get emotional and angry, âWhy did you go around telling people about us?â
Thereâs a few reasons circling your head. Attention, bragging rightsâattention was a big one but you hoped, no, a part of you believes it was an accident. That he let the information slip from his lips when he was drunk, or out of his right mind. But with the way heâs acting, itâs getting harder to hold on to the belief that Beomgyu was misunderstood and not just a fucking asshole.
Too much time goes by with silence and you think hes blatantly ignoring you again, but then he halts his skating, taking the time to run a hand through his hair. Hair that youâve regretfully played with days on end, twirling strands around your finger, giggling as if the foundation youâve built your relationship on wasnât such a fragile fire that could be snuffed out in seconds if not the tiniest bit careful.
Look where you are now.
âDunno, âcuz I can.â
His eyes are on you, bangs parted, looking straight at you. You canât get it out of your mind, how the ends of his lips twitched up as he said that. Bitch. Fucking bitch.
He finds this amusing. A game. Your reputation was a game to him. Of course it is. He never took anything serious, not his career, not his relationships, not his futureâhe never cared.
Your nostrils flare as you stomp large strides towards him, charging and shoving his chest, having him stumble backwards off his board, dryly laughing. âThe goody two shoes about to commit an assault?â
âOh fuck off, you wouldnât dare try suing me. God, I hate you so much. Youâre such aâsuch a fucking loser!â you yell.
That wiped off the cocky demeanour.
âHereâs some two cents for you, I couldnât give less of a fuck about whatever this is between us. I really couldnât. But youââ your face gets heated up, pointing a finger at him. âYou will never find anything better than what I gave you. And youâre going to live with that.â
He scoffs like heâs unbothered but itâs so clear with the way he clenches his jaw afterwards heâs pissedâit hit a spot. Good. Good, let him be hurt.
âWhat do you evenâwhat did you gain by telling everybody my sex life? Having people call me a slut? Some sick pleasure from being superior to me for once? Attention? Huh? Whyâre you acting out now?â Your eyes are narrowed as they implore answers out of him, searching his face and eyes, anything, anything that you can read from his unbearable silence.
âYeah.â
You blink confused. âWhat?â
âYeah, I wanted the attention. Happy now?â He walks to shoulder you but you let out a scoff, holding him back by his arm and pushing him in front of you again.
âYou canât for one second act like a man can you? You just run away from everything!â you feel like you could rip out your hair with how frustrating hes being.
âIf youâre just going to stand there and insult me like a bitch I might as well just go and do something fucking productive.â he spits.
Your cheeks heat up and you think for the first time you understand the phrase of seeing red. Hes been poking and poking and poking with his nonchalance then later smugness then going onto just straight up disrespectâhe was really pushing you. So he shouldâve expected the hand that goes to strike him against his faceâyour chest rising up and down, brows furrowed deeply.
A faint red hand print blooms across his cheek, and his jaw falls slack, eyes blown out and wide. You suddenly grab him by the back of his hair, no doubt burning his scalp with the way he lets out a loud hiss. âI fucking hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.â
Youâre so close to his face and everything about the way heâs looking at you gives you the chills. You hate him. You do. Heâs insane, heâs selfish, heâs rude, heâsâ
A shaky lopsided grin still manages to break from his face, âNo you donât.â
And that was your last straw.
The addictive nature about Beomgyu is what kept you coming back over and over againâhe never lead, he just let youâŚtake him. And sometimes, at a point of your life where you feel like everythings being controlled for you, not having the choice to make the decisions you like, this somewhat served as an outlet.
Thatâs the moreâŚreasonable explanation.
The other explanation is simple. Heâs so fucking sexy.
The way he still melts into a kiss so harsh and mean, attempting to cup your cheeks, but immedietely dropping it when he feels your disapporval, his whimpers already picking up, not taking any incentive to breathe as if this kiss was enough to keep him alive; itâs those little things that have you up in the middle of the night thinking about him. Him.
Beomgyu, the stereotypical bad-boy stoner hipster outcastâthe antithesis of everything present in your picture perfect lifeâhe keeps you up at night. The mix of weed and his hilariously bad attempt at covering it with febreeze and cologne wafts your scent, it overwhelms you, but you still canât get enough. Everything annoying about him disappears when heâs touching you.
âWhy? Why do you keep doing this?â you say, finally being able to pull away from himâonly after you had jerked on his hair harsher.
His lips are swollen, red and glisteningâhe looks pretty like this. He really does. But those lips always end up saying something to piss you off. âKeep doing what? Letting everyone know how you really are? Not actually the good girl you pretend to be, huh.â
You donât know if heâs goading you on purpose because he likes it rough, or if heâs just being an asshole in general. It doesnât matter. If heâs going to act like a brat, heâll get treated like one.
Your knuckles had turned white with how hard you were gripping his hair so it feels relieving when you finally let it go. He tries to lean in to chase after your lips again, but you have your hands on his chest to stop him.
The flash of panic in his eyes when you step back from him is hilarious, it really is. It tells you everything you need to know. He wants you. He really wants you. He doesnât care if you hit him or ruin his life, he wants you.
If his next words are any indication. âHey, hey what are you doing? Where are you going?â
You walk to sit on a step of the stairs. âDo you think Iâm a slut? Is that why you thought you had the audacity? Surely because otherwise if you respected me you wouldnât have spread those rumors about me.â
He huffs out a laugh, the biggest reaction youâve gotten out of him so far. He also walks to get closer to you. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? You havenât even come up with one single reason that would paint me in a better light. You really do see me as a fucking douchebag loser.â Heâs clearly getting emotional with the way his voice gets higher pitched, the nonchalant front cracking, his lips slightly trembling.
âBecause thatâs what you are. Douchebag. Loser. Youâre. A. Loser. Choi Beomgyu.â
You can see his fists clench at his sides, tight lipped. If you knew any better, you think he mightâve just started crying, but youâre not interested in tears. You angle your feet to point to the ground, âOn your knees.â
He only hesitates for a second, he only stands there staring at you for a second, only a second before he crumbles and does as you say, getting on his knees in front of you, between your legs. âCloser.â
âBut-"
âBut what?â Your skirts already half way ridden up and you stare him down, keeping your eye contact intense.
âWeâre in p-public. Anyone can see.â
You know hes blushing when you see the tips of his ears peek out, bright red. Aw, heâs nervous? Embarrassed? Shy?
âYouâre never seeing me after this Choi. Make of it what you can or piss off.â
His eyes widen comically at that. âWhat? What does that mean? Are you leaving me?â
You canât decipher or understand why exactly hes so surprised but you shake it off, you donât want your good time to be spoiled. Not when your underwearsâ already sticking to your pussy seeing him on his knees, on the ground, with his ripped baggy jeans, no doubt a pavement burn getting to him. âAre you going to eat me out or should I get up and leave?â
He shakes his head vehemently, hands on your knees spreading your legs. âSorry, âm sorry. Donât leave. Gonna make you feel good, promise.â
Heâs already rambling like heâs dumbed out, like heâs about to be a goner. But heâs still hesitant in his actions and you groan, throwing your head back. âWhat the fuck Beomgyu?â
A pout rests on his lips, âIââŚI donât want anyone seeing you..â
You think heâs giving a fuck for your decency, you think its about you for once. But then another thought pops up in your head and your lips twitch. Itâs not for you. Itâs for him. He doesnât want any possible pedestrian to see what only him so far has been able to see.
This isnât worth it.
You make an attempt to get up before Beomgyu immediately has you sit back down, wasting no time to press his face between your legs, skirt over his head. His tongue pokes out to lick on over your panties, gradually wetting it and you sigh, the tenseness of your body evaporating. âYeah, thats it. Be good for me pup.â He whines at that.
Beomgyu doesnât tease any longer the moment your hands go to grab his hair because suddenly he bunches your panties to the side and you feel the contact of his hot tongue on your cunt, already lapping away like a dog. Dumb dog. Dumb dog. Dumb dumb dumbâbut shit heâs having you curl your toes at the speed heâs going, the way he moans against your pussy like hes somehow enjoying eating you out more than you are.
âYouâre my toy, nothing else. But you just keepâyou keep irritating me, you keep being a dick, you keep provoking me.â you breathe out, tightening your fistful of his hair in your hand, making his moans even louder, nuzzling closer in your pussy you think he might genuinely suffocate at this point. But knowing him, heâd probably like that. âGod, you absolute loser.â
He whines something intelligible, wet eyes looking up at you with his brows pulling upâit makes you gasp as you bite down on your bottom lip. Heâs so pretty itâs unfair. Whyâs such a sinful person so pretty? God must really have the time of his life making this hell for you.
You take it upon yourself to lift yourself a bit, grinding on his face harder, trying to reach your high, obstructing your view of his faceâeven with the anxiety of doing this so out in the open resting at the pit of your stomach. Heâs practically mewling in your pussy, and the sounds send vibrations, his nose bumping up your clit every now and then. He lets you use him, he just lets you.
When Beomgyu fully submits like this to youâŚyou see stars, you come hard. âMoreâŚmoreâ, he groans, licking up your arousal. Itâs so dirty, it really is, but you canât help but nod.
Having the skater eat you out till your legs were jelly at a skatepark late at night would surely guarantee your place in hell.
âYouâre such a whore, letting me fuck your face like this babyâdonât soil your pants yet, I know how you get. Probably getting off at the fact that weâre out l-like thisâŚh-hahâdirty, dirty boy.â
He shakes his head, the glistening sweat of his forehead and the matted strands on his temple proof of how hard hes really going at it. âNot dirty. Just wanâ your attention..â
The second you tut at him for stopping he immedietely dives back inâyou donât know if itâs more him being afraid of a punishmet or because he himself doesnât want to stop. Never mind that, because now hes wrapping his pretty lips around your clit and youâre fucking losing your mind with how quick your head clouds.
There are so many things circling your head right now. And this always happens whenever he starts talking during a hook up. Yes, it helps you get to an edge even faster but its for all the wrong reasons. Heâd dirty talk for a bit before switching up, and suddenly all of his words are loving and cute and adorable and, and thatâs bad. When you see him other than the image heâs curated for himselfâthatâs when you start feeling the unfamiliar butterflies fluttering.
You donât like it. Heâs not good for you.
âStop thinking, only focus on me.â You gasp, your fingers digging into his tangled hair, disheveling it even more. Only him.
He makes you orgasm again, and when you catch your breath you gently push his head away, then harder when he canât seem to stop kissing your inner thighs. He sighs, dropping it, but not without giving you one last puppy plea. You avoid his eyes, pulling your panties up and scoping around the area, all of a sudden feeling exposed. Did you really just let this punk eat you out on a staircase?
You stand up, dusting your ass, taking note of the redness of his knees and the large wet patch in between his crotch when Beomgyu follows, getting up from his knees, wiping his ridiculously wet lips. You tuck a strand behind your ear as you awkwardly stand, thinking over what youâre going to say now.
Weâre over, bye.
Iâll go home now, donât call me.
I hope you know how bad you messed up. Bye.
Iâm blocking you on everything so donât even think of contacting me.
âDonât leave me.â
âŚThat has you snap out of your reverie.
His voice is low, no doubt vulnerable. This is the worst. This is bad. Shit.
You clear your throat. âWhy? Why shouldnât I? Even if I didnât want to Iâd have toâŚmy dad knows about you now because of the little stunt you pulled and he definitely doesnât approve of you.â You mumble the last part, crossing your arms and keeping your distance. But thatâs not of any use when he steps forward every time you take a step back.
âIâmââ He runs a hand through his hair again, clearly frustrated. And you donât understand why, does he really operate life thinking there arenât consequences to his actions? If he didnât want to stop this so bad whyâd he tell people about your relationship when you explicitly told him not to? âWe canâwe can do it in secret like we did this entire time. He doesnât have to know.â
You sigh, also frankly frustrated. âBeomgyu! Why canât you just-"
Suddenly youâre in his embrace, engulfing you so gently and yet the desperation in it couldnât have been any more tighter. âPlease, please donât leave me. Iâm sorry. IâllâIâll really do everything you want, Iâll be your toy, your pet, whatever shit youâre intoâjust donât leave me."
You really shouldnât give in. You really, really shouldnât.
But then he nuzzles into your neck, mumbling with that slight whiny drawl in his tone, âIâll be your good boy, I promise. Wonât misbehave anymore.â
Of course you give in. Again.
ŕ¨ŕ§ note. honestly donât know where this came from, i was just making up backstory as i was writing. literally only had one thought and one thought only, what if sub!bad boy x dom! good girl? and that was the small attempt made here lol, i love hearing any feedback or even a theory or two concerning the storyâs world as i might explore these characters again đ
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Multiverse part 3
You sat in a small room on a padded chair, with equipment set up around your arm, chest, and fingertips. A polygraph test. That's what you were being forced to take. And to your chagrin, Ghost is in the room with you and Captain Price.
"Try to relax, yeah?" Price commented. He must've noticed your restless leg.
"I'll do that, shall I? I've done nothing wrong, other than exist and I'm being interrogated. Because that's what this isâ an interrogation." You finally turn your attention from Ghost to look at Price, who's sitting at the desk by your side. "Tell me, Captain. Did you get this same treatment when you came back after spending all that time locked up in the gulag?"
His dark eyebrows furrow in confusion. A sigh escapes your bitten lips. That's only in your...world, for lack of a better term. Dimension? Universe?
"I haven't been to the gulag here." Yeah, obviously.
With an impatient wave of the hand that doesn't have cables strapped to it, you mutter, "Let's get on with this circus act, then. Ask your questions."
Ghost steps forward, his arms unfolding as if he's about to speak to you, but Price swiftly intervenes, halting him with a raised hand.
"Alright then. Baseline questions first. Name." Ghost gives away nothing when you say your last name is Riley.
It goes like this for a few, then he switches to the control questions, until finally moving on to the relevant ones.
"How did you get here?" I don't know.
"Do you know why you're here?" No.
He pulls up a photograph. "Recognize him?" Captain MacTavish.
Another photo. "Him?" I don't know.
"What do you mean by that?" If that's Roach, I've never seen his face unmasked.
"You're sure you don't know him?" Unless that man's name is Gary Sanderson, no. I do not know him.
Price acknowledges your response with a nod, then shifts his gaze towards Ghost, whose head slightly tilts forward. Returning his attention to you, he retrieves a final photograph. "What about him?"
As you look at the picture, your eyes begin to well with tears, lip trembling violently. A new fracture reverberated through your tender heart, intensifying the ache in your chest. Yes.
"Who is he?" Price softly asks.
"That's my Simon," your voice broke on the last syllable. It was hard to not use a possessive adjective when the face of your husband was in that picture.
Blinking the tears away, you clear your throat. "Anything else, Captain?"
Price purses his lips under his hefty facial hair and responds, "Just a few more questions."
Once finished, you sat unabashedly staring at Ghost in the tiny room. "I wear Roach's tags alongside yours, in honor. He was with you until the very end, and for that, I couldn't be more grateful."
Ghost is completely silent, but you continue talking anyway. "I've been married to you since a bit after you came home on leave that one time. You know the one."
His eyes are emotionless, blank, as he stares at you. But you know him like the back of your hand. You've got his full attention.
"I accompanied you to your brother's wedding. He married a woman, Beth. She was good for him. They had a baby, your nephew, named Joseph. The love you had for him was one of a kind. I had told you later that evening that I dreamed of the day you'd look at our children like that."
With a shuddery breath, you tell him how none of those matters. Because your husband is dead, and you're stuck here. With his counterpart that hates you.
With a hushed click, the door closes shut behind him as he leaves, yet its resounding noise fills the compact room you're in.
You begin to fidget with the sizeable ring that hangs on a thin necklace beneath your shirtâ the metal is warm under your touch as if it had never gone cold in the first place.
As if Simon had never taken it off his finger to go find Makarov.
ah theyre short but hurt. much pain.
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d o i w a n n a k n o w
p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader
g e n r e : stalker-yandere au.
t a g s : obsessive!jk, stalking, yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, non-con to dub-con (oc gives in but these are heavy non-con/dub-con elements), fingering, spanking, degradation, dirty talk (lots lmao), talks of baby-trapping, BREEDING KINK, unprotected sex, masturbation, hidden cameras, voyeurism, slut shaming(?), pussy spanking (doesnât happen as much like you think it does lmao), blow jobs, head-pusher!jk, talks of imprisonment, actual imprisonment, thereâs a cage for .2 seconds, dark!seven au, jk has lots of pet names, JK IS A SEX ADDICT AND WALKING RED FLAG, stockholm syndrome(?) debatable but tagging to be safe, morally grey!oc, oc is a anxiety ball, mentions of hoseok, oc has horny guilt LMAO, implied pregnancy, jk is CRAZY, size differences, jk corners oc a lot, face fucking, cum swallowing, lmk if i missed a tag!!
w o r d c o u n t : 19.8 k
s u m m a r y : âMaybe Iâm too busy being yours to fall for someone new. Now Iâve thought it through, crawlinâ back to you,â
How long has it been? Weeks? Days? Months. You werenât keeping count anymoreâhavenât been ever since that happened. You make your way through the busy crowd, headphones plugged in and some depressing song from your playlist ringing softly through both ears. Itâs cloudy and breezyâa gloomy sightâyou think thereâs a chance for rain later on.Â
âExcuse me.â You mumble under your breath and push past everyone, bumping occasionally into someone.
Every so often an uneasy feeling creeps up your spine, like youâre being watched or something. Heâs here, a sinister little voice says in the deepest crevices of your mind. Your breathing picks up and you turn your head, vision hazy from how fast youâre walking to keep up with the traffic flow.Â
Blurryâjust faceless people going about their day and trying to get to their destinations.Â
You slow down a tiny bit, your earbud hanging out of one ear as you take one good look around your surroundings. Nothing, just stores and faceless people combined with the sounds of beeping cars and engines that become background noise. You find yourself staring ahead of yourself, a grim expression and your lips pursed.Â
âIâm losing it..â You whisper.Â
You turn back around when you hear it. ây/n.â Your body goes stiff, his voice alone sends you into an anxiety-ridden frenzy.
Your breathing picks up and your feet start moving faster and faster. You keep looking back in all sorts of directions trying to pinpoint his exact location. The entire world feels like a blur, thereâs so many voices all around you start wondering if theyâre all him. Itâs a nightmare-ish hell not knowing which one of them is himâor rather could be him.
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â...Jungkook.â You quietly whisper.Â
Slowly, the world comes to a halt once moreâeverything falls back into placeâyou flinch as droplets of water hit your face. The sounds of traffic bring you out of your trance and suddenly you feel like you have room to breathe again. You settle one hand over your chest and let out a breath you didnât know you were holding.Â
ây/n.â A startled scream slips past your lips as you shudder violently and spin around. Jungkookâs arms constrict your movements with the way he wraps himself around you.
âJungkookâlet me go..!â You curl into yourself and try to move away, no one bats an eye as you two stand in the middle of the crosswalk in the midst of the crowd. Your smaller hands grip his forearms weakly as you desperately try to shove him off, âWhat are you doing, let me go.â You repeat, a bit more forceful this time.Â
Jungkook only grins down at you and tugs you closer, âCâmon baby donât be like that. How longâs it been? Weeks? Months? I know that you miss me deep down as much as I miss you.â He whispers down in your ear in that low husky tone he always spoke in whenever you two were pressed up like this. âDonât be so cruel sweetheart and give me a kiss.â He dips his head down but you move at the last second causing his lips to drag along your cheek.Â
You level him with a stare, âI donât miss you at all, in fact I havenât thought about you for months now,â you push against him with a grunt of frustration because he doesnât budge, âMy answer was no the last time and itâs no this time, what canât you understand?â
âBecause I know youâre lying to yourself. You say this but when I ask you to look me in the eye, you canât baby.â Jungkook turns to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek once more, âI know you still want meâus.â He pulls back to look deep in your eyes, forehead against forehead.
Your eyes drop down to his lips and a sense of familiarity washes over you. You recall the times he had his lips on yours, from how soft his kisses could be to the way he kissed you with such passion/force like his life depended on it. Your eyes slowly find his own and for a second you forget youâre both in the middle of a cross walk in the sprinkling rain.Â
âDonât think baby,â Jungkook whispers as he leans down, âjust feel.âÂ
A loud honk suddenly shatters the illusion, you flinch from the loud noise and yank yourself back. You hear Jungkook curse under his breath, âDonât follow me, I mean it Jungkook.â Your voice is wobbly but you do your best to sound firm.Â
You quickly turn on your heels and surf through the crowds of people, ignoring their pointed looks from your shoving. The metro is twice as crowded (more than usual), you easily blend in with everyone else on the platform. Occasionally you look over your shoulder to see if he followed but you see nothing.Â
The familiar sound of a piano begins playing in your ear, you slip your other earbud back in and lean against the pillar as you wait for the train to make its stop.Â
âI put a spell on you,Â
because youâre mine,
You better stop the things you do,Â
I tell you, I ainât lying,Â
I ainât lying,âÂ
The train comes to a screeching halt and you push yourself off the wall, heading for the opened doors. You tuck yourself near the corner of the train in front of these old grandmas and group of highschool teens. You hold on to the pole in front of you and let out a breath of relief, heart coming to a slow and calm beat.Â
You always get like this after seeing Jungkook, he works you up into a frenzy and when you run off youâre left with a stupid adrenaline high that takes what seems like forever to come down from. Youâre always left with an ugly feeling in your stomach, dread clouding your senses and an immense amount of guilt. One of these days you feel like youâll give in all over again.Â
Jungkook just makes it so difficult.
At first it didnât bother you fresh out of the breakup, you had been clouded with anger and frustration the first weeks. Then when weeks turned to months of him trying to get you back you started falling into denial.Â
Was the breakup something you wanted? Why did you seem to enjoy the way he begged for you? No matter how hard you tried to push those thoughts away a ugly little voice in your head was always there to remind you.Â
âAdmit it, you want to let him in.â Itâd say. You do, but no one has to know thatâs how you really feel.Â
Someone taps you on the shoulder nearly making you jump out of your skin as you turn to look at them. Some girl stands with an apologetic look on her face, âSorry, Iâm just trying to pass through.âÂ
You shake your head and step aside, âNo, excuse me.â You mumble out and look up at the window, finding a reflection of yourself staring right back.Â
The loud screeching noises of the train coming to another stop has you casually looking to the side. The doors open and more people get on, some exit and others like you stay put. However, right as the doors close that's when you see him.. Your heart picks up again and you stare directly back at Jungkook whoâs standing there with a devious look on his face.Â
âNo, no, no,â you turn around and look for a way out, the next stop isnât for another five minutes and youâre running out of space to get away so running off isnât the best option you have right now.Â
You start backing away, slipping through the crowd and whipping your head back and forth in time to see Jungkook advancing towards you with a predatory look in his eye. Heâs zeroing in on you making his way through the people blocking his way. Your breath hitches as your back finally hits the wall, thereâs nowhere else to run anymore, and Jungkook knows this too.Â
âRunning from me again?â He chuckles as he cages you in between him and the wall. He sets his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you in. Your eyes dart around but no one seems to be paying attention, itâs times like these you wished people werenât actually minding their own business.Â
âI know you miss me,â his breath is hot against your ear, it sends chills down your spine and has you shuddering in a pleasant way, âI know you want me..â He drops one hand down to your hip, gently caressing over it with his thumb, âCanât you feel how much I miss you?â He breathes out and presses right up against you.Â
Your face grows hot in arousal, you can feel the print of his hard cock right up against your thigh pressing dangerously close. You bite back a low whimper and look up at Jungkook, âI-I,âÂ
He gently shushes you, âRemember what I said baby: donât think, feel.â He slides his lips against yours.Â
The kiss re-awakens the once hidden desire you had stored away in the darkest corners of your mind. Your eyes flutter shut and you tangle one hand in his hair, the other curls around his neck and holds him down against you. Jungkook seems to like that a lot because he lets out a muffled moan in your mouth, the hand he had on your waist now moving down behind to your ass.Â
You can hear the train coming to a stop and your eyes open as you take the opportunity to look over his shoulder. People are gathering their things and standing from their seats, you know this isnât your stop but hell, youâd rather walk the extra three blocks to get to work than be stuck on the train with Jungkook.Â
âBaby,â he mumbles against your lip and desperately paws at your jeans.Â
The second he pulls off your lips you duck under his arm, he turns to swiftly grab your arm and try to reel you back in. He misses you by a few centimeters.Â
âGoodbye Jungkook.â You whisper and disappear in the crowd of people leaving him there by himself with the same hunger in his eyes he had earlier.Â
When you step out onto the platform you slip your headphones back in trying to calm your racing heart once again, the song playing becoming an eerie reminder.Â
 âDo I wanna know?
If this feeling flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go)
Was sort of hoping that you'd stay
(Baby, we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day,âÂ
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Jungkook and you once had been happy together, you werenât going to deny that.Â
You had met through one of the rare nights you went out with friends for drinks and food. Your closest friend, Seulgi, had been the one to introduce you two, she thought heâd be perfect for you. Seulgi had NOT been joking around when she said youâd like Jungkook.
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You both talked the entire night finding each other much more interesting than the alcohol that sat untouched. He had you hooked with his precious little bunny smile and playful nature, sure he had been touchy but who said you werenât a little touch-starved yourself? You found yourself craving more of him, leaning into his touch and giving into his cute antics.Â
The night ended with Jungkook asking for your number and promising you a private date later in the week. Dating Jungkook was a different story however.Â
Jungkook was..different. You werenât exactly used to the princess treatment and sudden obsession over you when you both began dating, you liked to think you didnât like it but sometimes you werenât so sure if you were saying that to convince yourself. Jungkook didnât seem to have a single care for the world if it wasnât about you. He was possessive, obsessive, jealousâeverything that you should have looked out for according to the damn book.Â
Yet you didnât, you stayed by his side like a moth drawn to the flame. Jungkook had single-handedly managed to become your entire world, poisoning your mind with his sweet words and passionate kisses. He made you forget about everything, until there was nothing but him left..Â
Jungkook had come clean about his sex addiction even before you two started getting serious. You sat in silence when he opened up about his struggles and how it impacted his life. In a way you felt sorry for him, it was clear he didnât ask to be going through this. Oh how you were a fool..Â
Jungkook stopped completely going to his sessions once you two made it official, at first you were worried but Jungkook always reassured you that it was fine. You let it slide for the first couple of months because you were stuck in the honeymoon phase of your relationship with Jungkook, too blinded to really see the problems brewing.Â
His addiction became an inconvenience and disturbance in your lives. He went from fucking you at least two times a day to full blown whenever he could get his hands on you. It started off tame until he resorted to fucking you in places where you two could surely be caught. Heâd bend to whisper darkly in your ear before whisking you away to some place âprivateâ, where he proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of you.
You could never really resist his charms and begging whenever he wanted to fuck you. A sick part of you loved thisâhow he would pick you up like nothing and manhandle you to his liking, how heâd take what was his and worship the very ground you walked on. It gave you a sick thrill knowing you had him around your finger, but all good things have to come to an end donât they?Â
You come to the realization through Seulgi. âThatâs not a relationship y/n,â she said, âitâs unhealthy for you and him to go on like this, this is more like an exclusive friends-with-benefits.âÂ
After hearing that you questioned everything in your relationship with Jungkook. So you did what you thought was the best in this situation: you left.Â
You had felt horrible but what else could you have done? Jungkook wasnât proving to you that he was going to try to get help again, and if he said he was going to heâd simply go for one or two meetings and then go back to that vicious cycleâand you were tired of it (physically and mentally).
Oh how youâd come to regret it.
âHey y/n, I think thereâs someone here to see you? I donât know he didnât tell me who he was but uh he told me to tell you heâs waiting for you down in the lobby.â One of your co-workers said as soon as you walked into the office.Â
You gave her a quizzical look but she merely shrugged and went back to work. Trying to think of who it could be, you check your phone to see if anyone you knew texted you over coming to visit. It couldnât have been Seulgi, she always called you ten minutes beforehand to let you know she was on her way. You donât live close to family like that so they were out of the question.Â
âOh.â Realization dawns on you, âJungkook.â You whisper and hurriedly run to the elevators, hitting the first floor button a bit too rough. âWhat does he want now?â First the train station, now your job? Were you safe ANYWHERE?Â
The elevator dinged and you stepped out, looking around for the tall curly headed fuck who decided to yet again come bother you. You spotted him sitting there with a grin on his face as he stared at you from afar. With clenched fists you walk over, âWeâll talk outside.â You say through gritted teeth.Â
Jungkook lets a low whistle slip from his lips, âWhatever you say.â He follows after you with a lazy strut, his eyes practically glued to your ass. You donât even have to look to know.Â
âWhat do you want now Jungkook?â You say without turning to look at him, you stand in front of a food truck cafe(?) just a little ways down the street. âI thought I made it clear the last time we spoke about us.â You smile briefly at the food truck employee and place an order in for the two of you.Â
âDamn baby youâre so cold, not even a how are you Jungkook? Have you been eating okay or anything?â Jungkook chuckles, âWhen did you become so mean?âÂ
You side-eye him in disbelief, âMe, mean? When Iâm literally the one being followed and stalked by you everyday since we broke up?â You say softly as you take both drinks and hold one out to him.Â
Jungkook takes an annoyingly loud sip from his drink, grinning from ear to ear when he sees your annoyed expression, âI donât see it as stalking, in fact Iâm the one running around chasing after you just trying to get back together. Youâre the one whose got it fucked in the head if you think Iâm stalking you, unless youâre into that shit baby. I know you were into some weird shit but this?â He snorts. Â
You donât reply because you donât trust your voice, or anything you have to say as a matter of fact. âRight.â He gives you a shit-eating grin while leaning against the food truck, âAdmit it baby, you like it, I always knew you were a little fucked in the head but this? You like the chase?â He steps closer.Â
The silence feels so loud between you two afterwards, you canât look him in the eye right now. âLook,â you sigh softly, âI have to go.â You shake your head and give him one last look before you turn and head back to your job.Â
He doesnât follow this time.Â
. . .Â
âSecrets I have held in my heart,
Are harder to hide than I thought,
Maybe I just wanna be yours,
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours,â
Jungkook sang under his breath while he sorted out a few wires, âWanna be yours,â he trails off and lifts up the object heâs holding in his hand, âI wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust,â he whistles and walks towards the large glass window pane, âwanna be yourssss,â he ends with a soft little whistle note as he gets up on the small ladder he has with him.Â
âThat should do it.â Jungkook hums to himself, admiring his own handiwork. Jungkook takes a step back and looks around the room with a satisfied hum, when he deems everything fit he heads out, making sure not a single thing is displaced. âI just wanna be yours, wanna be yoursâŚâÂ
A small green check mark lights up his phone, a robotic voice following shortly after, âWelcome, your new security camera system is now: activated.â
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âSo you havenât gone out or anything with anyone? I mean I kinda figured since itâs been like a few months since all that happened.â Seulgi off-handedly says while stirring her drink around with her straw, âCâmonnnn you havenât thought about it at least once?â She pouts.Â
You shake your head fondly, âNo not really. I kinda donât have time to think about stuff like that, got a big project coming up and you know how that gets..â You sheepishly reply with a shoulder shrug.Â
Seulgi gives you a âI know youâre lyingâ look, âSureeeee, I can count this many times on my fingers the amount of guys that have either checked you out or tried to ask you on a date.â She wiggles her fingers, âIs it cause of Jungkook? Cause if it is girl forget him! Youâre single now, you need to go out and live a little.âÂ
You take a nervous sip from your drink and shake your head, âLook I donât even know if I made the right choice in leaving him! We werenât that unhappy, it was just his stupid sex addiction that was tiring me out! I could have just made him get some help and we would have been good,â you pout petulantly, â âs just that sometimes I think I made the wrong choice.âÂ
âBabe, I love you and all but you need to be a little stronger than that. Jungkook is the same guy who beat up another because he hit on you, weâre talking about the same Jungkook who had a unhealthy codependency with you and was pretty fucking obsessive. Iâd say you dodged a fucking tank.â Seulgi scoffs, âBesides, he would have just gone and did the shit he was doing whenever you tried sending him back to therapy.âÂ
You hated that she was right about everything. Maybe it was high time to see other people and try to get out there. Deep down the very thought of meeting someone who isnât Jungkook didnât settle right with you. As much as you loathed the idea you knew you didnât have much of a choice in the matter. âI donât know..â You push your empty glass to the side.Â
âHey,â Seulgi smiles sweetly and sets her hand over yours, âjust think about it yeah? You donât have to meet someone new, we can have fun in other ways like a girls trip or something!â Yeah a girls trip sounded nice.. âItâs getting late but give it some thought.â
You both pay for the tab and head out of the bar all giggles and smiles. âIâll see you next week, yeah? Lunch is on me!â Seulgi waves after parting ways with you, âText me when you get home!â She blows you a kiss.Â
You pretend to catch the kiss with a quiet chuckle, âBye.â You wave back, âGet home safe..â You mumble softly and turn to head in the opposite direction.Â
Itâs pretty late but youâre not too concerned given that people tended to stay out and live the night life in the city. You take one look at the night sky before plugging in your headphones, âShe said goodbye, too many times before,â you mumble under your breath and lose yourself within the crowd of bustling people, unknowing of the hooded figure headed in the opposite direction.Â
. . .
Jungkook had his hands placed all over your body. He sported a soft grin on his face, his onyx eyes watching in glee as little moans left your lips. âThere you go,â he said, âlet go for me baby.â He whispers darkly and leans down to slot his lips against yours.Â
You lean into the kiss and whine softly, Jungkook doesnât stop there as he brings your hips up in a bruising grip, pressing down and letting his hard cock rub against you. Your mouth waters a tiny bit just thinking about how heâd fuck you silly with that fat cock of his. It had you mewling for him, pawing at his sweats as you tried to get his cock out.Â
âAh-ah,â he stops you breathlessly, ânot until I say so baby.â He stares down at you with a glint in his eyes, âLet me take care of you, Iâll fuck so you good you forget all about today baby, just say the word.â He says as he presses his forehead to yours, âGo on, say it.â He whispers.Â
You jolt when his fingers slip between your sopping folds, rubbing up against your swollen and tender clit. âJ..ungkook..â Your eyes shut in pleasure, âPlease,â you grind against his hand, basically humping it at this point, âFuck me, please, need it so bad.â You whimper.Â
Jungkook chuckles, âGood girl.â He leans down to bury his face in your neck, âGood fucking girl.âÂ
Your eyes snap open and you jolt upwards in bed. You try to control your labored breathing with a hand over your wildly beating heart. âWhat the..â You look around your room, not a single thing misplaced. You figured it was another one of those nightsâanother âdreamâ.Â
âWhat is wrong with me..â You whisper out and bury your face in your hands, blinking away your disoriented gaze. You sit in bed like that for a few minutes calming your racing heartbeat and the throbbing you feel between your thighs.Â
This wasnât the first time youâve had a wet dream like this, itâs been a normal occurrence for weeks now. Youâd go to bed then wake up soaked in sweat (and other places you donât mention) and then go back to sleep hot and bothered. It was on repeat at this point.Â
Your tired eyes shifted over to the alarm clock sitting by your bedside, âTwo am..â You chuckle humorlessly and shake your head, âGod what is happening to me..â You mumble and lay flat on your back.Â
You stare at the ceiling for a few minutes just collecting your thoughts and trying to get a grip on yourself. âWhat is that?â You mumble in confusion and squint your eyes when you see a small red dot blinking back at you. âI must be going crazy.â You shake your head and turn on your side.Â
The red dot blinks the entire night, sitting so innocently up high.
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âYouâre single now, you need to go out and live a little.â It rings in your head the entire morning.Â
Even as you sit there in your private office you swear you can hear Seulgiâs words loud and clear in your ears. Itâs really starting to bother you now, youâre half tempted to take your lunch early and nap or something.Â
After waking up from the wet dream you had tossed and turned in bed for a good hour because Seulgi kept coming up. You swear you feel like youâre going crazy, this was just as bad as getting an annoying song stuck in your head. If not even worse.Â
âHey y/n,â Hoseok peeks in, âgot a minute?âÂ
You lift your head up with a tired smile, âSure, sit down.â You gesture to the chair, âDid you need something?âÂ
âWell kinda..? I donât know if thatâs the proper wording but yeah, but first here,â he sets a perfectly glazed cream donut on your desk, âSoojin brought some in and I figured you could use one.â He sits down across from you, âHow are you?âÂ
You look down at the delicious looking donut sitting on the paper plate, âIâve been..okay. Not the best but you know how it is with these big projects,â you accept the donut, âwhat about you? Howâs the presentation coming along?.â
Hoseok shrugs, âItâs going okay, canât say Iâm too enthusiastic about it but itâs whatever. Anyways, thatâs not what I came for,â he sheepishly smiles, âI was wondering if you were free tonight?âÂ
You stare back at him in awe, âTonight? Oh, well,â your mind drifts off to the same words from last night, âIâm free..â You mumble while playing with your desk plants, âSoâŚtonight?â
âYeah..sure,â he sags in relief, âso..see you tonight?â He smiles.Â
âTonight.â You nod smiling back at him. Youâre not so sure if your own smile mirrors his enthusiasm, but you tell yourself not to think that way. He says a quick bye and runs out of your office, leaving you a tiny bit doubtful. âDamn you Seulgi..â You mutter under your breath.Â
When heâs for sure gone you take your phone out and begin dialing Seulgi knowing the girl is on her break by now. It rings forever and ever until it sends you to voicemail. âThatâs funny..â You mumble, usually Seulgi never misses a call, and if she does she texts you during the call letting you know if she was able to talk or not. You check your messages and see nothing.Â
âHmm,â you call one more time but this time the call immediately declines. She must be busy, you think as you send her a quick text. âCall me ASAP, I just got asked out by that one guy I told you about.âÂ
After hitting send you think nothing of it and turn your attention back to your monitor, blissfully unaware.Â
. . .
The phone finally stops buzzing and Jungkook releases a sigh of relief as he shakes his head, âSo fucking annoying.â He mutters while setting the device down on the counter.Â
He sees it light up with Instagram notifications but he canât be too bothered with those at the moment. He stares out the window with the coffee mug brought up to his lips, itâs a beautiful day out today..reminds him so much of you..Â
âFlowers would be nice..â He hums, âMaybe some chocolates.â
The phone pings loudly once againâa few times at thatâand this time Jungkook canât ignore the stupid phone and peers over to look at the screen. He nearly doubles over when he sees your name on the screen, âShit.â He hisses when a bit of coffee spills on him.
When Jungkook cleans up the mess on himself he turns the phone back on, his eyes scan over the message, almost manic and anxious. But just as quick as his smile came it was gone..it was replaced with an unbridled rage. His grip on the phone tightened until he suddenly flung it violently into the wall, hearing the screen shatter and clank to the ground loudly. He was trembling with rage.
âSo itâs gonna be like that..? Just gonna..throw me away?â He mutters darkly while staring blankly at the wall, âCute.â
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âGave you all the money, gave you all my heart, your masquerade party, I was fucking drunk,â
You hum while taking a sip from your glass of wine, mindful of the baby pink robe you had on. It had been about a good hour with you just sitting there in front of your vanity listening to music and drinking wine. Seulgi still hadnât gotten back to youâlet alone open the messages you left herâyou were getting worried now, half-tempted to call her again. You decide against it though because Hoseok messages you about the restaurant.
âUghâŚwhere are you,â you mutter quietly while tapping on Seulgiâs profile in hopes of her being active on Instagram, âcould really use your help..â You shake your head.Â
You give up after seeing that she hasnât been active at all, in fact the last time she was active was literally yesterday when you both split up after the bar. You wonder if work was kicking her ass too. âWhatever.â You send her a picture of you curled up in your chair throwing up a peace sign, âwish me luck xoxoâ. With that you finish getting ready.Â
You donât realize how much fun youâre having until you go for another sip of wine and then realize you completely drained both the glass and bottle. A soft pout forms on your lips as you drop your eyeliner over the surface, âWell that sucks.â You softly sigh as you stare at nothing (you must be tipsy given that you spaced out like three times before this). âUgh.â You groan and push yourself off the chair.Â
âStupid robe,â you shove the silky garment off, letting it pool at your feet as you stand bare in your lace panties/bra.Â
In your drunken haze you spot the same red blinking dot from the other night but this time itâs by your bookcase. You stop for a few seconds and stare at it before rolling your eyes, âThatâs it, Iâm literally going insane.â You throw on your pretty little silk dress which falls off your shoulders and manage to find both Prada loafers you were looking for all day since you got home.
You pose in the mirror for a few seconds before huffing and going to get your phone, âSeulgiiiii,â you whine into the phone, âitâs not funny anymore answer meee, I need you to tell me if I look good or not.â You lift your phone up to show your entire outfit to the camera, âStop being a bitch,â you hiccup drunkenly, âokay gotta go, love you.â You mumble and stop recording.Â
With your look being done you gather your coat and purse. As you wait for the elevator doors to open you feel your phone buzz and out of curiosity you fish it out of your purse and turn it on to check it. âFinally,â you sigh in relief when you see who sent you a message, âlooks great mama, where you guys heading?âÂ
âMama?â You snort but bite your lip in excitement and start typing back..Â
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The place Hoseok chose happens to be the same restaurant Jungkook took you to when you finally broke up with him. You stand outside with pursed lips. This place was bringing back memoriesâones you worked so hard to repress and store away for goodâand now you were forced to come back to the only place you swore to never step foot in again. It wasnât like it was Hoseokâs fault, how could he have known?Â
âHey,â you say once Hoseok picks up the call, âno yeah Iâm here, Iâm outside.â You cover your ear with your other hand and walk around a bit to avoid the crowds of people walking by.
âIâm like less than five minutes away, traffics really fucking bad tonight,â Hoseok chuckles on the other line, âYou should just go in, I made a reservation under my name already, that way you arenât standing outside or anything since the weatherâs bipolar as hell.âÂ
You chuckle softly, âOkay, Iâll head inside and wait for you then,â you turn to walk back when you suddenly freeze up, body going eerily still.Â
ây/n? You still there?â
You stand there in sheer terror when you see whoâs sitting there leaned back on top of the hood of his car. Jungkookâs eyes are already on you as he watches from afar with a soft smirk on his face. You notice that he has a large bouquet of flowers sitting in his other hand. âY-Yeah Iâm here,â you whisper, âI just dropped my purse I gotta go Iâll see you when you get here.â You hang up in a hurry and start walking faster.Â
âHi baby.â Jungkook licks his lips when youâre face to face, âDonât you look darling? Whatâs the special occasion?â You hate it when he looks at you like that, like heâs ready to flip your dress up and fuck the living shit out of you in front of all these people. âWhatâs the matter? Catâs got your tongue.â He pushes himself off his car and comes to stand right in front of you.Â
You look Jungkook up and down, god he looks so good right now in his white and black striped shirt jean combo. His hair's messier than usual too, you just wanna grip it tight like you used to whenever he had his face buried between your thighsâ âBaby?â He grins in amusement.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You swallow nervously while your eyes dart back and forth. You donât even fight it when Jungkookâs hand comes to rest on your hip his thumb rubbing over it gently
âAinât it obvious?â He chuckles, âCame for my baby.âÂ
You donât bother to ask him how he found out about you coming here, you see Hoseokâs car pull into the valet a mere few feet away from you guys. That certainly has your breathing picking up, âYou need to go,â you push at his chest, âright now Jungkook, please.â You whisper out in absolute fear.Â
âWhy?â Jungkookâs smile drops as he stares at you with a cold look. His eyes follow yours and he stares darkly at Hoseok, âOh I see now baby, scared your new boyfriend is gonna find out?âÂ
âStay away,â you wheeze as you try to control your breathing while stepping back, âI swear if you ruin it Iâm going to hate you forever.â You point a finger at him while rushing into the restaurant.Â
As your breathing evens out you jump in terror when someoneâs hands come up to rest on your shoulders. ây/n! Oh shit, my bad I didnât mean to scare you.â Itâs just Hoseok..Â
âNo itâs my fault I wasnât looking.â You whisper with a hand over your chest, âI didnât go because I saw you pull up and wanted to wait for you.â You finish lamely.Â
Hoseok can see how nervous you are right now, he looks at you like he isnât so convinced but he doesnât push it luckily, âOkay, letâs go.â He smiles and offers his arm to you.Â
As you both stand in front of the hostess you canât help but turn back to look outside. Jungkookâs still there where you left him, staring at you and Hoseok with that knowing look in his eye. Youâve seen it before too, and it sends a tremor down your spine while Hoseok leads you away. You sincerely hope he doesnât do what you think heâs gonna do..you donât know if youâll die then and there.Â
âI hope you donât mind I chose this place, heard itâs really good here.â Hoseok pulls the chair out for you, âIn case youâre disappointed or something, not that Iâm implying that it just seems like youâre kinda lost here.â He says with a sheepish smile while taking his seat across from you.Â
You quickly shake your head, âNo, no itâs fine. Iâm just a little scared from earlier is all,â you take a large gulp of water, âYou know how it is with anxiety and all that jazz.â You try to brighten the mood with a smile. Hoseok luckily lets it go rather quickly and you both fall into a comfortable conversation while the bustling restaurant behind you becomes (a rather comforting) background noise.Â
You quickly come to realize Hoseokâs rather pleasant to talk to. Heâs the textbook definition of a gentleman with you, he makes sure to listen attentively to you and isnât afraid to show you how invested he is in your business. You like the attention heâs giving you given that itâs been a cool minute since anyone had truly sat down to just listen to what you had to say etc. You like talking to him, a lot more than you find yourself willing to admit out loud.Â
You even forget about Jungkook.Â
âHowâs the food?â He asks with a grin.Â
âMmm,â you nod while wiping your lips with a napkin, âdelicious, I donât think Iâve ever been to a place where they actually made my steak the way I asked for.â You giggle shyly while hiding your smile behind your hand, âWhat about you?âÂ
Hoseok shrugs, âItâs alright I guess,â this makes you burst out laughing, âwhat..?â He chuckles, âIâm being honest! Here, try some of mine youâll see what I mean.â He holds his fork out to you and clearly you donât expect him to feed you but at this point you donât care youâre having too much fun right now.Â
âI like that you offered me literally what Iâm already having, just slightly more medium-rare.â You snort, âYouâre so funny you know that?â You lean your head against your hand with a fond smile.Â
âIâve been told.â Hoseok gives you a closed-eye smile, âI think youâre funny too y/n, this might be one of my most favorite nights ever.â He slowly slides his hand over your own, just letting it sit there but you can tell he wants to hold yours.Â
You find eye contact too intense and avert your gaze down to your intertwined hands. It feels so right..but so wrong for some reason. The same ugly voice starts whispering things in your head, âHeâs not Jungkook, I bet Jungkook can fuck us ten times better than this guy.â You bite down on your lip to suppress your annoyance, you have to find a way out of thisâand quick.Â
The interruption comes in a rather unorthodox manner as the chandelier suddenly comes plunging down right next to you guys. You jump in terror and pull back, âOh my godââ You quickly stand up to avoid any debris. Hoseok jumps out of his seat too, rounding the table to crowd you as he asks you various questions like: âAre you okay?â or âWhat the hell just happened?âÂ
Through all the commotion you see Jungkook at the bar, propped up against the mahogany wood with a toothpick in his mouth and a sinister look. You feel another wave of anxiety take over slowly as your hands become clammy and your balance a bit unstable. âIâm g-going to the restroom.â You tell Hoseok and rush away, not bothering to stop and hear whatever he has to say.Â
At the same time you see Jungkook push himself off the bar and start making his way over. âNo, no, no.â You mumble and pick up the pace, rushing down the empty hall and towards the womenâs restroom. You should be safe in there right?
The bathroom is dimly lit by the cheap fluorescent lighting, you push through and make your way into the last stall and lock yourself in there. Your breathing is labored and comes out uneven, or at least you think itâs uneven. You donât know and youâre not exactly worried about that right now.Â
With an exhausted sigh you slump against the wall and let your head thud against the tile gently, âGod this is a mess..â You mumble and hide your face in the palm of your hands. You sit in silence, the small buzzing sounds that the lights make keep you from wallowing in your misery as you slowly start coming to your senses.Â
Youâre hyper aware of everything going on around you right nowâthe sounds of the water drops from the faucet, murmurs of staff outside, the lightsâeverything. You perk up when you hear the low creak the door makes as itâs pushed open. It hits the door frame with a dull thudâcreaking even. You donât give it too much thought until you hear it.Â
You sit straight and push yourself as far as you in the corner, trembling as the sounds of his expensive oxfords click against the tiled ground. Jungkook whistles a low tune, pushing the very first stall door open. When he finds nothing he goes to the next, then the next, and then the next. You put a hand over your mouth, watching as his shoes slowly come into view as he makes his stop right next to your stall.Â
When he finally comes to a halt in front of your stall he stands there calmly, whistling even more now as he patiently stands there. You stare at his shoes in horror and peek through the small crack in the door, he stands there with an intimidating yet scary smile. The whistling really sends your nerves into overdrive as you shakily reach for the latch.Â
With a click it unlocks, you wait with a bated breath and then slowly push it open. Jungkook slowly comes into view, he stares at you silently just taking you in with his dark eyes. You stare right back with your lips parted in a silent plea. For him? You donât know what you want from him right now, but lucky for you, you donât have to do too much thinking.Â
Jungkook grabs your face in his big hands, shoving you into the stall again as he kicks the door closed with a loud bang. His lips are on yours in seconds as he pushes you up against the tiled walls, huffing quietly against your lips as his hands come up to tug you close, body against body. You whimper in defeat and finally give into that stupid voice that plagues you in your nightmares.Â
You bury your hands in his hair and move your lips against his own just as passionately. He hums in approval and snakes his hand under your thigh to grip it, you take it as a sign to wrap it around his waist. With this position your throbbing little cunt is pressed right over his hips, closer than most times heâs cornered you.Â
âMm..ah..Jungkook,â you whisper in between the harsh kisses, âwaitâmm,â his lips sloppily claim yours kiss after kiss until saliva begins dripping down the corners of your chin. You arch your back and push your hips into his rather demandingly, âJungkook, please.â You mewl softly while moving in slow circles against him.Â
âPlease what baby? After you tried to give away whatâs mine to that little priss outside? You think you really deserve it baby?â He growls, âYouâre fuckinâ mine,â he presses you harder against the wall, âletting that motherfucker put his hands all over youâŚafter youâve been so mean to me and run off everytime you see me? Gonna make me beg for it sweetheart is that it? You want me to beg for that little pussy?â He cups your cunt through your panties, pressing the palm of his hand firmly against you. âHm?âÂ
You cry out quietly and shake your head, âNoâI wasnât gonna,â you throw your head back with gritted teeth. He interrupts you with a sharp smack against your cunt, one that has you keening in humiliation and arousal, âJungkook..!â
âWasnât gonna what, hm? Were you planning on giving him this slutty little pussy after all? Were you going to lie to me sweetheart, is that it?â He growls low in your ear, âYou can fuck him all you want baby,â he whispers as his fingers dip into your soaked panties, âbut you know deep down no one is the same as me, no one knows your slutty little cunt better than I do baby.âÂ
Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he sinks two thick fingers into your poor throbbing pussy. Thereâs a sloppy squelching noise that resonates between you two as he fucks his fingers deep inside. You let out shuddery breaths and cling to his shoulders, pawing at him desperately as you tighten your leg that hangs uselessly around his waist.Â
âHear that baby? Bet he wouldnât be able to get that little pussy talkinâ, wouldnât know how you like it fast and hard you filthy slut.â He leaves marks over your neck and shoulder, uncaring that your âdateâ was still sitting outside waiting for you to come back.Â
He pounds his fingers knuckle deep, brushing them up against that spot that drives you crazy. Your moans spill from your mouth uncontrollably, they go from breathy and high-pitched to loud and clear. If anyone were to walk in itâs over, for fucks sake the door isnât even closed!Â
âJ-Jungkook..â Your eyes slip shut and you whimper, âMore,â you gasp out and tug him closer. You turn your face and slide your lips against his mouth in a slew of messy kisses and kitten licks, âPlease..âÂ
âMore?â The palm of his hand smacks against your sopping folds from the force of his movements, driving his fingers in deeper (as much as it allows him to be honest). He pistons them in and out of you quickly, so fast your pussy tightens around the thick digits greedily, your orgasm building in your core steadily from the hot pleasure. âLike this? Or like this?â He purrs as he brushes against your g-spot teasingly.Â
âLike that..!â You throw your head back and moan, âOh godâŚâ You whisper, eyes clouded in tears of pleasure.Â
Jungkook kisses up your shoulder and towards your ear, âLet go for me baby, I got you.â He whispers hotly in your ear, âCum all over my fingers sweet girl, make it messy like you know how to.â His wrist flicks up, fucking your pussy with his fingers almost like heâs actually fucking youâthe same force and brutality.Â
Your legs quiver, pussy squeezing around his fingers as another dollop of slick runs down his wrist and your inner thighs onto a small puddle that formed during the finger fucking session. âJungkook..!â You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead to his, âYeahâlike that,â you whisper breathily while staring into his eyes, âgonna cum.â You bite your swollen lip and muffle your moans.Â
Jungkook licks his lips hungrily, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. When he feels your thigh stiffen he slots his lips against yours to swallow your moans and whimpers as you finally cum. You ride out your orgasm on his fingers by grinding back and forth on his hand. Loud whines and cries slip from your lips as you greedily fuck yourself on him, only stopping when your poor cunt throbs from overstimulation.Â
The air between you two is hot, everything slowly comes to a halt and you feel like you can breathe again. Jungkookâs lips slip from your own with a smacking noise as you slump against the wall whilst panting softly. Jungkook easily follows, leaving gentle little kisses all over your neck to soothe the bite marks he had been leaving prior.Â
âMmâoff,â you tiredly whine and shove at his arm, â âs too much.â You mumble.Â
Jungkook lets his fingers slip out from your gaping cunt, he doesnât bother with cleaning his fingers and merely sucks the digits in his mouth, licking them clean with a devious look on his face. Before you can even think about anything Hoseok suddenly pops back into your head. Your eyes widen when you realize you left him out there all by himself.Â
âOh no, no, no,â you mumble out while pushing Jungkook off and scrambling for some toilet paper to clean yourself with, âfuck, fuck, fuck.â Jungkook stares at you with a brow raised given that heâs never heard this many cuss words leave your mouth ever.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He moves to cage you in, âWhere you goinâ baby?â He lazily drawls out.Â
âBack out there,â you snap in annoyance, all this pushing and shuffling around in the tiny ass stall has you irritated and feeling claustrophobic, âI canât just pretend like Hoseok isnât out there waiting for me.â You mumble while wiping at your inner thighs.Â
Jungkook shrugs darkly, âI can.â He says so easily, âCâmon sweetheart, forget about him.. We can go back to my place and I can fuck you so good,â he whispers out while pushing you against the wall, âcan fuck you on my bed all night baby.â He grins, âMight not even make it with how sexy you look in this little dress.â He whistles.Â
âNo Jungkook,â you sigh tiredly, âwhatever happened just now is a one time thing, it shouldnât even have happened! Especially here of all places, are you insane?â You shake your head and throw your trash out, âI mean it.â You look up at him, âNow get out of the way please.âÂ
Jungkook licks his lips, âGive me a kiss sweetheart.â He calmly says. You stare at him in disbelief but when he makes no effort to move out of your way you timidly reach up to cup his face and bring him down for a gentle kiss. Jungkook hums softly as he pulls back with half-lidded eyes, âCome home with me.âÂ
âGoodbye Jungkook.â You whisper and push past him as you hurry out of the bathroom. This was so not what you were planning..Â
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âYour call cannot be connected, please try again,â A sigh of frustration leaves your lips as you hang up the call and close the app, âThis is the fifth time..â You slump over on your sofa mindlessly scrolling through your messages.Â
Itâs been a week since Seulgi suddenly went AWOL on you. You had texted her to see if she was up to go out for lunch but you got no response, and for days now her replies seemed dry and odd. Something just felt completely off with her and now you were tempted to go over to her apartment yourself to see what was going on with her. You prayed and hoped she was okay though, wherever she was.Â
With a fruitless sigh you toss your phone on the couch and sit there listening to the pouring rain outside. The sky was a gloomy pale blue color contrasting to the city lights below, the people walked on without a single care for the weather. You should know given that you spent your afternoon sitting in front of your large window watching the people and cars down below with a warm mug of tea on your lap.Â
âSeulgi..where are you.â You whisper softly while curling into your blanket. Youâre watching a random tv show when suddenly a loud clap of thunder and everything around you darkens slightly. You sit there in silence staring at the once animated flat-screen. âGreatttt.â You groan out and rub your temples, âJust what I needed, perfect.â You push yourself off the couch and head over to the dinner table to turn on the candles there.Â
Not even a few seconds pass by when suddenly everything re-animates, you hear the sound of your microwave starting up, the tv turning back on, and the lights once again brightening the entire room. You stand there with the candle halfway in the air, a look of annoyance etched on your features. âMake up your mind will you?â You scoff and head into your room with your phone, intending to re-connect your phone to the wifi along with your other devices.Â
You turn your computer on with a lazy hum and let it start up while you check your phoneâs connection status. You mindlessly tap on the screen, accidentally clicking your bluetooth tab instead of the wifi one. Before you exit the tab you suddenly go still, âOh?â You see a new name sitting there instead of your usual speaker etc.Â
âMonitor system: 1.â You read out loud, a brow raising in confusion. Your home first off was huge, these werenât your regular apartmentsâno these were massive luxury condos mixed in with penthouses. You lived on the top floor and most condos were separated handsomely with each having their own space to prevent any noise complaints. For there to be a new connection/device around only meant that it was coming from your home directly.Â
Your neighborâs walls werenât nearly as thin for your phone to reach their own wifi radius, let alone their devices. This new device was inside your apartment.Â
You stride over to your computer with purpose, immediately wasting no time in logging on and opening one of your newest softwares you currently had been using for work purposes. It acted as a signal tracker of all sorts, it was able to get the job done (via IP addresses of certain nearby devices). You waste no time in entering the information you needed, the sound of your fingers diligently typing away at the keyboard filling your otherwise quiet bedroom.Â
The computer gave you an endless source code, you read along the lines of it and came to find out it was one of those hidden cameras judging by its original source name. You scroll down a tiny bit and your breath hitches in horror, the coordinates it gave you were a mere few feet away. You wouldnât be able to exactly pinpoint the location but knowing the signal was coming from anywhere inside of your home sent chills down your spine.Â
Your breathing picks up as you look around your seemingly innocent bedroom, not a thing misplaced or out of sight. You were a minimalist so it wasnât like you had too much clutter sitting around. It can be anywhere, it can be anywhere, it can be anywhere. You repeated like a mantra in your head as you began tearing apart your bed, shoving at the pillows and comforters.Â
You have to find it.Â
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Jungkook swiveled his computer chair side to side while watching the scene in front of him through his brightened computer monitors. He had three sitting around him all showing him different angles and displays. On the screen he gets a clear picture of your panicking form mindlessly throwing things around your room, looking under every crevice and surfaceâpractically tearing your room apart to find his cameras.Â
âCute.â He chuckles softly while biting his thumb, âDo you think sheâll actually find them though?â He turns his head to look at his guest with a crazed look in his eye, âOr do you think weâll have another week with them up? I mean sheâs my smart girl, ainât a computer whiz for no reason.â He mumbles more to himself.Â
A low whimperâalbeit muffledâcomes in response, he hears shuffling behind him so he turns his chair around to look at the source of his oncoming headache. âOh right, I forgot you canât talk with duct tape on your mouth.â He laughs quietly while shaking his head, âI think I like you better this way though, you were always loud.â He turns back around and goes back to watching you.Â
âAny day now..âÂ
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The day that came after the rain was both clear and windy, you found it a perfect time to spend some time at the gym to get some things off your mind (also because you paid a hefty amount of money for this membership might as well?). You started off tame with the treadmills before you went off to some random machine, what you liked about this gym was that it was hardly ever packed. Introverts like you LOVED that.Â
âI watched a change in you, itâs like you never had wings,â You nod along to the songâs steady rhythm, fully enjoying the guitar in the background. The sweat was building up rather quickly as you paced yourself, you were looking forward to having a good workout today, hopefully last night's events fade away into nothing.Â
After you had found out about the hidden cameras, yes cameras, you went on a rampage tearing your entire house down. You were desperate to find them, not even the full blown smoking session you had after miserably failing to locate the things could soothe your poor mind and give you a night's rest. You were up tossing and turning, you think you got an hour max of sleep if anything.Â
Just thinking about how you failed last night is enough to have you pushing through your burning muscles and keep going. You quietly pant in frustration, face twisting in anger as you wipe the sweat from your brow. Today you werenât going to dilly dally, you were GOING to find those pesky cameras and burn them to hell, along with whoever did this.Â
So far you had one obvious prime suspect, Jungkook. He knew your passcode to the house first off, put two and two together and you have yourself a (proven) theory, not a hypothesis, a theory. It would make no sense to accuse anyone else you hardly ever needed maintenance done at your place, and if an official from the apartment building came they were quick about it and under strict security measures. Thatâs why you paid the amount you did for your condo.Â
It had to be him, who else does some weird shit like this?Â
A huff of frustration leaves your lips as you stop for a moment to catch your breath. You close your eyes for a few seconds and count to ten before yanking one earbud out and getting up. You turn quickly and gasp when you hit a solid chest, âShit Iâm sorâJungkook?â You peer at him in confusion and annoyance, âHow did you get in here? You donât evenâugh nevermind get out of my way.â You shake your head.Â
Jungkook stands there with a proud little grin on his face, arms folded over his chest as his meaty arms on display, âWorkinâ hard baby?â He chuckles.Â
âWas, but youâre here now.â You roll your eyes and walk down the aisle of machines, âWhat do you want? Iâm not in the best mood to deal with your antics today,â you take a deep breath, âin fact youâre the last person I wanna see right now.âÂ
âWhoâs the first?â He gives you a shit-eating grin, he ignores the âyouâre not funnyâ look you cast at him, âRelax baby, Iâm just playing around. Are you always this tense?â He says as he gently grabs your shoulders and rolls the stiff muscles under his expert hands.Â
You suppress a tiny moan and roll your shoulders to shove him off, âJungkook stop, Iâm really not in the mood right now.â You mumble out and look at him, âAre you going to let me workout in peace or you going to bother me and waste my time?âÂ
âJust trying to help you relax sweetheart, whatâs got you this worked up for hm?â He tilts your chin up with his finger, raising a brow questioningly when you take too long to answer.Â
Youâre stuck looking at him with glossy eyes, you just want to cry and you donât even know why. You look off to the side and shake your head, âCome.â You grab his hand and lead him to the hallway away from everyone else, âI need you to tell me something and I want the truth Jungkook, I mean it Jungkook because if I find out you lie to me Iâm so done with this and I really wonât want you near me.â You plead softly while grabbing his arms, âAre you or are you not the person who put hidden cameras in my apartment? Yes or no.âÂ
Jungkook stands there with a look of surprise on his face, no trace of malice or nervousness anywhere. âNo.â He calmly replies, âI would never do that baby,â he pulls you into his arms and runs his hand over the small of your back comfortingly, âwhatâs going on baby?â He whispers.Â
You press your cheek against his chest and hide your face, âI found out someone put cameras in my house, theyâve been watching me change, sleep, shower Jungkook.â You choke on a sob while trembling, âAnd I donât know what to do. I can't find them, I've looked everywhere for them and nothingâs working!â You whine in frustration while tilting your head to look at him, âWhat do I do?â You whimper.Â
âFirst things first baby we need to go about this calmly or else weâll be going in circles and go nowhere.â He says and cups your face, âCan you do that for me baby?â He asks softly watching as you nod, âGood girl, weâll get to the bottom of this okay? I swear.â He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.Â
Technically you shouldnât have allowed that, in fact you shouldnât even be here standing pressed up with him like this. Youâre a sucker for comfort though and you need reassurance now more than ever. âI gotta go,â you whisper while pulling away.Â
He gently tugs you back in by your waist as he leans down with his lips ghosting over yours, âGive me a kiss sweetheart, just one.â He murmurs right before you can protest his request.Â
You stare at him hopelessly and bring him down for a gentle kiss, resigning to your fate since heâd most likely not let you go without a kiss. Jungkook deepens the kiss, lips moving expertly over your own with a low rumble. He cups the side of your face with his large hand and strokes over your cheek with his thumb. It elicits a moan but you slip from his grip with a wet noise, you bite your bottom lip rather roughly and stare back defiantly at him.Â
âYou said only a kiss.â You whisper.Â
âI know, but I just canât resist sweetheart.â He breathes out and hoists you up in his arms, marching down the hall to the private shower rooms.Â
You attack his neck in a flurry of kisses, biting down on one particular spot as payback for last time when he marked you up. He hisses low and kicks the door open to one of the stalls, immediately turning the water on. Hot water sprays over the two of you and you pull back in panic, âShit wait my phone!â You yank your headphone out and toss your things under the door and away from the wet tile.Â
Jungkook doesnât ease up in fact he pushes you against the wall and begins kissing down the column of your neck, roughly squeezing your ass through your now soaked spandex shorts. âFuck,â he says in between kisses, âyouâre driving me fuckinâ crazy baby, I came three times just thinking about your soaked little pussy on my fingers. Even now you make it so hard to control myself,â he whispers harshly against your throat.
You quiver in excitement at the thought of Jungkook beating it to the mere memory of what happened almost a WEEK ago. It had your clit throbbing pleasantly as you tilt his face to look at you, âYou really think about me?â You softly murmur.
He bites his lip with a groan, like your touch is the best thing heâs ever felt, âFuck yeah baby, every night and day. I think about all the ways I had you in my bed baby, bent over and spread open stuffed full of my cock. I canât help it, you drive me crazy, you made me like this,â he presses his hard cock against you, âitâs your fault Iâm like this baby, so take responsibility.â
You choke on a moan and bite your lip, âSit over there,â you whisper pointing to the small ottoman in the corner, ânow.â Your eyes narrow when he moves a little too slow for your liking.Â
Jungkook curses under his breath and lets you down, going over to the ottoman and taking a seat. He starts to push his sweats down but you stop him, âIâll do it.â You fall to your knees on the slippery tile, your smaller hands replace his own and you tug his sweats down enough to fish his cock out.Â
The mushroomy head peeks out and you want to moan out loud seeing that he went commando. His cock snaps against his stomach with a wet slap, a beady string of precum dribbles out of the head and down his thick veiny shaft. Your mouth waters as you take him in your hand and stroke him slowly, listening to the low moan he lets out as his head rolls back against the wall with a dull thud.Â
You watch his lewd expressions closely and lean down to let your hot mouth hover over the tip, âPlease baby,â he whispers, swallowing harshly. Your thighs rub together to soothe the ache you feel between them, you like thisâhim beggingâit makes you feel like youâre in control for once. Maybe not by a lot but it greatly pleases both you and your ego.Â
Your lips wrap around the leaking head, tongue coming down to poke at his slit and swirl around the sensitive tip. Jungkook moans breathlessly, watching as you slowly take more and more of his cock into your mouth. Your lips are stretched obscenely around him, like youâre struggling to take himâsomething heâs always loved whether it be your tight little cunt or your mouth.Â
Jungkook grips the sides of the ottoman tightly with his knuckles turning white from his grip. You donât like that one bit so you gently tug his hand and pull it towards your head. He gets the message and immediately buries his hand in your hair, fisting it tightly as he hisses, âOh fuck,â his lips part as he leans his head back and swallows harshly, âlike that baby, feels so fucking good.âÂ
You choke on a whine as you struggle to take the rest of him from the sheer girth and size of him. The tip pokes the back of your throat every so often as you bob your head slowly. You missed having his cock in your mouth, the delicious weight and curve sitting so perfectly over your tongue. You find yourself eagerly swallowing around him, throat constricting around his cock as you coat his cock with a layer of slick and slobber.Â
âFuck.â He growls out, his grip is unforgiving and he uses it as leverage to shove your head down on his lap until your nose is touching his pelvis. âYes,â he gasps out, âlike that, suckinâ it so good for me.âÂ
You sputter around him and pull back with a heavy gasp with a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to the head of his messy leaky cock. âCâmere,â he pants, âcan I fuck your throat baby?â He rubs his thumb over your glossy lip, âHm?â You find yourself nodding timidly, lips parting for him as he guides his cock back into your mouth.Â
This time you feel more prepared for it as you set your hands on his thighs and look up at him with shiny eyes. He bites his lip and starts guiding your headâup-down, up-downâuntil heâs completely lost in his own pleasure using your throat like a pussy pocket.
Endless strings of âshitâ and âfuckâ leave his lips as he uses you to get off. A few times heâll buck his hips up but the gagging noise you make has him settling back down. Your eyes are teary and spit dribbles from the sides of your lips and on to his thighs. The filthy noises your throat makes doesnât help at all, in fact heâs more turned on by your gagging.
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âThere you go baby,â he huffs, âmy own little cock sleeve, only I get to have you like this huh baby? No one else.â He growls low, âMakes me wanna lock you away some place no one will ever be able to find you in, youâre mine to look at,â he shoves your head down on his lap and holds you there, âmine to fuck,â he lets you come up for air, watching you gasp and take greedy gulps, âand mine to breed.â He darkly murmurs and pushes you back down.Â
You whine loudly, this shouldnât be turning you on more than itâs supposed to. Logically this was your cue to get the fuck out of there but you couldnât. You greedily listened and took in every single word he said and pictured it in your head. Maybe he was right, you were fucked in the head.Â
Jungkook licks his lips darkly, âOh? You like that donât you baby?â His cock twitches in interest, âYou like hearing how much I wanna lock you up and keep you away like a doll?â He rolls his hips and you notice how the muscles in his abdomen flex and go taut, âOr how Iâm gonna breed you and keep that little pussy full of me until youâre pregnant with our baby?â He whispers.Â
A long moan escapes your lips as you suck hard, Jungkookâs hands drop from your head as he lets you take control once more and bob your head. You slurp and swallow around him noisily while stroking his soft balls in your hands. Youâre getting all worked up now but youâre determined to make him cum down your throat.Â
âFuck baby,â he gasps, âgonna cum.â His moans rise in volume until his hand is coming down to hold you in place, face pressed tightly to his hips as he cums hard. Long moans leave him as spurt after spurt of cum shoots down your throat and fills your mouth. You do nothing but happily take it and swallow it.Â
âLemme see,â he whispers, breath ragged and chest heaving as he watches you with half-lidded eyes. âGood girl.â He lazily smiles when he sees that you indeed swallowed every last drop of him.Â
You pant quietly and rub your sore throat, you must look like a mess with your glossy swollen lips and spit in the corners of your mouth. âJungkook, Iââ you were cut off by the sounds of someone entering the showers, heading into one of their own cubicles and starting up the water. You bite your lip and shake your head, you suppose this can wait for another time.Â
Another time..Â
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Youâre not the same after what happened in the gym, you might have been in a lust ridden haze but you werenât insane to think that Jungkook was playing around when he had told you all of that stuff. On one hand you were terrified of him, but a darker part of you was scared he was right. What if you did want him to lock you away like he said he would, you were more terrified of the fact that you had enjoyed his little manic moment.Â
However as much as you had liked it there was no denying one thing, that he was the one who put those cameras in your home. You werenât naive, you knew what kind of man you had dated and his obsession with you knew no bounds. He was very much capable of putting those things in your home, everything just screamed his doings.Â
You hadnât let him come over to âhelpâ you look for them, instead you spent the next few days looking for them yourself. You deep cleaned every nook and cranny in your place but nothing ended up coming out of it (well at least you had a clean house now). You needed to act fast, the more you waited the more he would spiral out of control. You thought a quick hook up was going to satiate his hunger for you? Wrong.Â
In the last three days you went back to having more sex than you could think of, and Jungkook was restless. He cornered you outside of your work and then you guys fucked in the private parking lot. He showed up after one of your late night convenience store runs and took you back to his place and fucked you (mind you, you were on very high alert the entire time). Just yesterday he had boldly pulled you to the side in a empty alley way before work and fucked the daylights out of you.Â
Nothing you said or did could get him to spill accidentally or imply that he was involved anyway with your hidden camera situation. You were desperate to get a reaction out of him, somethingâanything to get him to slip up. So, you did the next best thing that came up in your head.Â
You fucked Hoseok right there on your bed, letting him spread you wide and plow your tender little pussy for Jungkook to see.Â
Your lips part with breathy sighs and moans slipping out of your mouth. Hoseok wasnât a bad lover by any means, this man knew how to angle his hips and move them at a pace that definitely made your mouth water in arousal. You had one hand tangled in his hair, holding him by the back of his neck with his face tucked away in your shoulder and neck. Hoseok didnât seem to mind, in fact he was openly moaning into your naked shoulder with his lips dragging over the soft expanse of your skin.Â
âSeokâright there,â you grip him tighter and bite down on your bottom lip. You hook your chin over his shoulder and stare up at the ceiling in your pleasure filled haze, lips parting in a âoâ as no sounds seem to leave you.Â
Hoseok hugs you closer to his hot body and begins moving with purpose, growling low and muttering curses in your ear. His cock strikes deep and brushes against your g-spot ever so slightly, just teetering on the edge of hitting it. Your eyes slip shut a lewd âmmâ leaves you as your nails dig into his back. Hoseok turns his head and captures your lips in his, moaning deep into the kiss while grinding his hips in slow circles.Â
The filthy noise your pussy makes when he does so has your mouth watering from the sound. You feel more dollops of slick slide down your perineum and between your cheeks on to the bed below. Hoseok sneaks a hand below and rubs his thumb over your throbbing bud, circling the tender button and pressing down to apply pressure.Â
âSeok..!â You gasp and throw your head back on your pillow.Â
Through your blurry gaze you come across the same little red dot from before, the one you swore was the source of your undoing. You stare at it for a few seconds until you finally catch it in its blinking moments. You hide your tiny smirk by turning to bury your face in Hoseokâs neck, now you know where at least one of them was.. Wonât be long until you find the next, and the next.Â
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You hummed a random tune under your breath while going over the mental list you made in your head on what you needed to buy for the weekâs groceries. Youâre feeling refreshed and happily fucked out from the night before, you swear you wouldnât be opposed to another night like that if it ever came down to Hoseok asking you on another date.Â
Youâre smiling to yourself when a rough hand reaches out and yanks you into the alleyway opening, you jump in terror and whip your head up to see who the deranged lunatic is. Itâs just Jungkook (thankfully). âWhat was that for?â You shake your head and give him an exasperated look.Â
Jungkook looks pissed, like never before and youâre not entirely too sure whether to be scared or turned on by it. âSo this is what weâre doing now huh? You finally tired of me after having your fun and leading me on like a dog in the streets?â He says in unbridled rage while looking down at you with a piercing gaze.Â
You squirm in his hold and try to unlatch his hand but he merely presses you into the wall more firmly and holds you there with flared nostrils. âI donât know what youâre talking about, now let me go!â You glare, youâve finally had it with him just tossing you around like a doll and moving you to his liking, âI said let go Jungkook!â You push him roughly and watch as he stumbles back, hitting the wall across from you as he breathes heavy in anger.Â
âSo youâre not going to tell me about that fucker you took into your apartment last night? Hoseok was it? You let thatâŚmotherfucker put his hands all over you?â He growls in anger.Â
There it was, all your suspicions turned true as you stared back at him with wide eyes. How he could have known was obviously only one way, âHow did you find out about that?â You softly ask.Â
âI saw you take him in there.â He stands with his fists clenched tightly. Oh how you shouldâve known what a smooth little liar he was.
You had seen this coming in hindsight, he may have the upperhand but you were always a tad bit quicker and smarter than he was. You had made sure to use the private parking underground entrance when you and Hoseok had both gone to your place together, so there was no way of Jungkook knowing at allâwell through his hidden camera of course.Â
âYouâre lying.â You softly reply and look down at your phone with a bitter smile, âYou donât fool me Jungkook, you havenât since the beginning.â The accusation sits on the tip of your tongue as your finger slips and accidentally presses on the call button over Seulgiâs contact. Your phone starts dialing her number and before you can hang up the call you hear it..Â
A faint buzzing sound in Jungkookâs pocket, growing more and more deafening to your ears as you both stand in a face-off waiting for either of you to say something. Jungkook tries to poorly mask his surprise but itâs too lateâyou know.Â
âI have to go now,â you take a step back slowly, âI just remembered a last minute phone call I have to make.â You keep a close eye on his movements while backing out of the alleyway slowly and then turning hot on your heels, you need to get the fuck out of there.Â
. . .
Jungkook brings the phone out and shuts it off, âFuck..â He mutters as he paces back and forth while running a hand through his messy hair. You know. Everything he has done up until now has gone to shit, he has to speed things up, yes, thereâs no telling what youâll do now that you know everything. ￟
âIt didnât have to be this way baby..â He slides his hands into his pockets while walking out of the alley, âIf only you would come back,â he chuckles bitterly, ânow look what you made me do..â He tosses Seulgiâs phone into the nearby trash.Â
Jungkook starts singing âdo I wanna knowâ under his breath.Â
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You push through the crowds of people on the sidewalk, rushing through the masses with millions of thoughts running through your head. Youâre not even sure what the hell you want to do now, you contemplated going to the police but you didnât have enough evidence to properly accuse Jungkook. If you went in there now theyâd just brush it off as another crazy ex story.Â
Just the thought of him hurting Seulgi made your heart ache in pain as silent tears streamed down your face. Seulgi didnât deserve this, none of it, it was your fault for having such a crazy ex boyfriend who wouldnât take no for an answer. Now look where that got you, look where that got her..Â
âFuck!â You sob out while pushing your hair out of your face and throwing your phone in pure desperation and frustration. You pace back and forth in your living room with tons of ideas but zero solutions. What were you going to do now? Jungkook was out of his fucking mind and now you were losing yours too.Â
You knew you had to draw him in somehow, without him growing suspicious of you and your motives. Jungkook wasnât stupid and you couldnât try to treat him as such because then heâd for sure lash out and your plans would be ruined. You need to lure him in, if you could somehow get him into your apartment and use it as proof that he broke in then you could go from there.Â
You take a seat at the dining table with your face buried in your hands, knee bouncing nervously as you take deep breaths. You know what you have to do, youâre just scared. Not of him, but of yourself. A deeper part of you wants him back, and thatâs what terrifies you the most. You might not make it out of this, sane you mean.Â
When night falls you lay there on your bed staring up at the white ceiling with your hands over your tummy. Youâre nervous, paranoia rampant in your body as you attempt to calm your nerves. You had thought about it the entire time you made dinner, the food ended up being half eaten since you were too nervous to eat properly. As you laid there only one thing was on your mind: the cameras.Â
During dinner you had come to the realization that you hadnât taken the cameras out yet, and thatâs when the ingenious plan came to your head. You knew he was watchingâprobably was right now as a matter of factâyou were going to use just that alone to get him here. How? The only way you knew how.Â
After lighting up your candles to ease your nerves, you dimmed the lights in your room to a low fuschia pink color. You had showered and picked the prettiest silk nightdress you owned, laying in plain view for his pleasure. With a hitched breath as you slowly bend your knees with your feet planted on the plush comforter. Your legs slowly part as you bring the dress around your hips, you hadnât bothered with wearing any pantiesâyour cunt laid bare in the open with slick sticking between your soft folds.Â
You brought your fingers down, swiping through the mess as you moan quietly when creamy slick stuck to your digits. You coated them thoroughly before bringing your fingers up to taste yourself, a low quiet whine leaving you as memories of Jungkook doing the same to you came flashing in your head. You began to imagine it was him feeding you your own slick, long rough fingers shoved down your throat as he whispered obscenities in your ear.Â
âGood girl,â heâd say.Â
Your eyes flutter shut as your other hand comes up to cup your tit gently squeezing the mound through your dress. âSuck it baby,â heâd whisper in your ear, âget my fingers nice and wet, there you goâatta girl,â another broken moan escapes as you pinch your hard nipple through the flimsy material.Â
âGonna fuck you nice and slow, youâd like that baby wouldnât you?â
You whisper a breathy âyesâ as you move your slick fingers down to your pussy, âWant it so bad,â you moan, âwant you so bad Jungkookie,â you mewl out while rubbing the pads of your fingers against your swollen clit. âWant you just as bad as you want me,â youâre not so sure youâre lying there, âneed you to take meâmake me yours, wanna be yours.â Your back arches as you dip your ring finger into your greedy little puckered up hole.Â
âOpen up for me sweetheart, gonna be a good girl for me?âÂ
âGonna be the best girl for you,â your head thrashes from side to side as you teasingly fuck your finger in and out of your soaked pussy, âonly you baby,â you keen, âno one else, not even Hoseok.â You gasp out as your thighs shake, âWant you to come take me baby, keep me and breed me.â Your lips part in a silent âoâ as you fit another finger into your cunt.Â
Your chest heaves as you angle your fingers upwards to hit your g-spot, your cunt squelches and drips with your frenzied movements. The noises youâre making combined with the wet noises below become white noise, your heart is pounding in your chest and sweat builds on your brow. âFuck,â you sob out in pleasure while moving your free hand and resting it around your slender neck.Â
The pleasure heightens as you begin to imagine itâs Jungkook looming over you, hand around your neck and his fingers buried knuckle deep in your sopping pussy. Your toes curl and you find yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm, itâs right thereâjust a little more. You pick up the pace until youâre slamming your fingers in and out of your poor cunt, striking your g-spot head on over and over again.Â
âGo on and cum for me baby, be a good girl and squirt for me, I know you can. There you go sweetheart, get âem nice and wet for me,âÂ
A loud sob escapes your lips as youâre locked in place, your pussy quivers and throbs slowly as jets of slick spills from you. You cum harder than ever, vision going white as your pussy throbs and goosebumps form all over your body. You physically have to close your eyes from how strong your orgasm was.Â
âJungkook..â You whimper softly and let your fingers slip out of your soaked pussy. You curl up into a tiny ball on your side, panting softly as your eyes droop sleepily. Youâre vaguely aware of your surroundingsâthe candles, the mess on your bed, the slick between your thighs.Â
You just want to sleep now. With a tired moan you sit up in disarray, looking around your room with dazed eyes. It was now a waiting game on whether Jungkook wanted to show or not, you just hoped you didnât lose yourself in the process..Â
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You wake up around midnight delirious and half asleep. After cleaning your room you had settled in for the night and went to bed dreaming of nothing in particular. If anything you were having one of the best nights of sleep before you were woken up by something or rather someone. You sit up half awake while rubbing your eyes to clear the blur from your vision.Â
Your apartment is deathly quiet, you sit there trying to decipher any noise but nothing comes. A beat goes by and nothing happens. You slump over with a tired sigh, âThis is nonsense.â You mutter and get out of bed, you figure a glass of water will do you good and send you right back into your peaceful slumber.Â
You slip out of your room quietly when you hear it. The front door keypad beeps loudly as someoneâor rather Jungkookâpunches in the code to your apartment. You freeze mid-way down the hall, staring through the corner of the wall as the door is pushed open and Jungkookâs dark figure steps in. Everything shifts from zero to hundred real quick, you cover your mouth and run quietly down the hall to the guest bathroom, slipping in quietly and standing with your back to the door.Â
âShit, shit,â you whisper, you didnât have your phone and Jungkook was definitely going to stop in your room first before anything. You crack the door open and flinch when you hear Jungkook treading down to your room, pushing your door open slowly as he slips in quietly. You watch with a bated breath, flinching once more when you hear him laugh from inside your room.Â
âOh baby is this what weâre going to do now?â He says as he re-emerges with your phone in his hand, âYou wanna play a little game of hide and seek is that it?â He coos while whistling as he luckily heads back out in the opposite direction, âOkay baby, we can play your little game if you want.âÂ
You close your eyes and take a deep breath before stepping out quietly, you run back into your room and grab one of your pens from your desk, âCome out, come out wherever you are,â he loudly calls out from the living room. You drop a few pens and hiss as you whip your head up to make sure he isnât coming.Â
âOh baby you must be sick in the head,â he whistles, âmaking me chase you like a big bad wolf.â He tuts you, âWhy donât you just come out? Just wanna talk.âÂ
You take the opportunity to peek out of your room and throw the ballpoint pen down the hall nearby your guest bedroom door. It hits the marble floor with a loud thud, the noise deafening in your ear as you sit still and wait for him to reply. Jungkook pauses and then you hear his heavy footsteps as he passes by your room and down the hall, âKnock, knock you in here?âÂ
You peek out and make sure he enters the guest room before you slip out and run down the hall, slipping into the open kitchen as you duck behind the marble counters.Â
âWe didnât have to do this the hard way sweetheart, we both know you want thisâus. I saw the little show you put on for me, you looked so fucking good moaning my name like that,â Jungkook says while going into each room one by one, âBet you wished it was my fingers in your little cunt.âÂ
You peer over the counter, immediately ducking when you see him step back out from the hallway, âOh the things I wanna do to you,â he whistles, âif you come out now baby all is forgiven and I can show you just how much I loved your little show baby. Donât you want that? Iâll get on my knees and eat that little pussy out like you deserve.â He says as he steps down to the living room area.
Heâs so close, your heart is hammering in your chest right now as you crawl away from the counters and to the hallway again, âIâll treat you so good, Iâll have you dripping in no time. After I eat your cunt baby Iâll fuck you with my cock just the way you like it. Going to have you stuffed full of my cum like I promised darling.â Heâs in the dining room area now.Â
âSo just come out baby,â he says softly, âIâm begging.âÂ
You hear him open the door to your study and you waste no time in quickly standing and making a break for it to the front door. However as you step out from behind the wall Jungkook steps in front of you with a wicked smile, âI got you,â He immediately brings you into his arms and covers your nose/mouth with a white rag.Â
You scream in terror and begin pounding your fists against his arms, pushing back and trying to buck his hand off your face. Jungkook hushes you gently as he kisses your ear, âItâs okay baby, just let go for me. I got you, everythingâs alright.â He purrs gently in your ear while pressing the rag tighter against your face.Â
Your lungs burn from the lack of air, you hysterically sob and huff through your nose while the fight slowly drains from you. Youâre dizzy from lack of oxygen and inhaling the strong ass chemicals. Not once does Jungkook stop comforting you while he holds your limp body. âThere you go,â he coos softly, âjust close your eyes..âÂ
Your vision begins to fade in and out as you sway, you didnât notice when his grip on you slowly eased up. The rag was no longer covering your face but the chloroform was doing its job. It made a strong wave of dizziness hit you all at once as you felt yourself fall forward. Jungkook didnât let you hit the ground, however the last thing you heard was his soft whispering.Â
âWhat a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you,â he softly sang.Â
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Your eyes flutter open when a stray beam of sunlight hits you across the face from where youâre lying down. The first thing you notice is the windy breeze coming in through the opened window, the white curtains flowy as they move with the wind. You blink through the confusion and slowly turn your head to examine the rest of the room.Â
Black bars. You inch forward slowly and grab the black metal, looking up to see the same thing above you. Cage. Your breathing picks up as you begin pulling at the metal, growing more desperate by the second as you shake the cage with such force. âNo, no, no,â the tears begin to flow before you can even stop them.Â
A strong wave of nausea and pain wafts over your tired body, you rub at your head to soothe the headache while rattling the cage handle violently. âSomebody help me..! Please, if youâre there please help me!â You sob out while falling limp, forehead pressed to the metal bars in defeat.Â
A few minutes of your soft sobs filling the room pass by, you perk up when the door creaks open, âHelp me please,â you softly whimper while rolling your head lazily to look at this person. Your vision blurs and you blink a couple of times until Jungkookâs standing tall and clear in your peripheral.Â
âMight have gone a bit too overboard with the chloroform baby,â Jungkookâs face twists in worry as he squats down to your level in front of the cage, âhey, hey shh, itâs okay baby Iâm here.â He reaches out to wipe your tears with his thumb.Â
You flinch violently and yank yourself back so fast it gives you whiplash, âDonât fucking touch me,â you spit, âwhat the hell is the meaning of all this?! Tell me right now Jungkook.â You glare tiredly while curling into your side away from his reach.Â
Jungkook ignores you and instead pushes a glass of water and some food under the cage opening, âI bet youâre hungry, here itâs been a cool minute actually..was kinda worried youâd never wake up.â He chuckles under his breath, âGo on baby, I made your favorite.â He says as he beckons you closer.Â
âJungkook,â you softly whisper, âwhere am I? What did you do to Seulgiâ!â You yelp when the cage rattles as he slams his hand against it violently. His friendly demeanor instantly disappears once Seulgi���s name leaves your mouth.Â
âIâve never liked that meddling bitch,â he growls, âsheâs the reason this entire thing began and ended the way it did! Seulgi didnât know how to keep her fuckinâ mouth shut and her head out of our business and look what happened!â He shakes his head, âBut if you really must know I already let her go so you can stop asking about her. She was useful for one thing at least...wonât be worrying anytime soon about her running her mouth I bet.â He mutters more to himself.Â
You let out a breath of relief while sagging, ââŚI wonât forgive you for this Jungkook,â you softly say, ânot this time. I gave you so many chances in the past but you never took me seriously and now look at you. You stooped this low because you couldnât take no for an answer. When will you understand that I do not want to be with you, EVER.âÂ
âYou see thatâs where the lying comes in,â Jungkook bitterly smiles, âI know you donât mean that shit because you had so many chances to run to the police or better yet just ignore me and did you? No, so donât come to me with that shit that you donât want me because deep down I know it fucking kills you to say that you do miss me and want us.âÂ
You stay quiet and stare back at him, of course he was right. Youâre an enabler, you had so many chances to report him for stalking and harassment but did you? Maybe it was you wanting his attention but in the end you had no one to blame but yourself for indulging him and leading him on.Â
âWhen you decide to stop lying to yourself weâll talk,â Jungkook calmly says while getting up, âdrink your water and eat your food, youâve been out for a day and a half.â He says and leaves you to your devices.Â
You sit there with a blank expression on your face, and the food continues to sit out all nightâuntouched.Â
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Jungkook doesnât keep you in the cage for too long, in fact he lets you out the next day and shows you around the house. Itâs a two story in the middle of the woodsâfar from the city you presumeâJungkook doesnât let you wander past the glass doors leading to the outside, he keeps it locked with a keypad like the front door. You can only wander around the house and lay all day as the time flies by.Â
Itâs close to a month when you finally ask him what the date is. âOh.â You look down at your bowl of oats and stare at it like itâs so much more interesting, âSo close to a month?â You mumble more to yourself.Â
Jungkook hums, âBaby the fruit,â he motions to the plates of fruit he cut up for your acai bowl you wanted to make, âflies are going to get all over the food and it wonât be any good anymore.â He says as he pushes a plate of bananas towards you.Â
âThanks.â You smile flatly, âPass me the strawberries too please.â You donât know why youâre being civil with him, in fact you kind of donât know why you just donât feel anything towards himâno anger, no malice, no nothing. You just kind of go back to how things were when you both were together.Â
Jungkook holds the plate out for you, his knuckles brush against your hand and a pleasant little shiver runs down your spine. Another thing youâve been having issues with, you were so fucking touch-starved it was like you were itching for him to touch you. Any form of touch you greedily ate it up, however your pride stopped you from seeking him out. You refused to let him know how much he affected you.Â
âThanks.â You softly say while tucking your head and distracting yourself with your acai bowl.Â
Jungkook smiles lovingly, âYouâre welcome baby.â He gently kicks your foot with his, reminding you of your stark size difference, how his long legs easily reached yours. You bit your lip harshly, tasting the metallic tang of blood. You just hope you can hold out for longer.Â
These days you spend lounging around has definitely given you time to think about things. Maybe youâre fucked in the head too but you knew who exactly Jungkook was. You knew the type of person he was then and you most definitely knew now. From the very beginning you were very self-aware of his tendencies and unhealthy obsession. It was something you kept more to yourself.Â
When people asked if you noticed how strange he was acting you simply turned the shoulder and played the innocent card. Of course you knew, and you fucking loved it. The only REAL reason why you left was because Jungkook wasnât listening to you and things were starting to look bad on the both of you, people were talking and you didnât enjoy looking like the fool whenever people asked if Jungkook was planning on actually staying for his therapy sessions.Â
You had a thing for wanting all the bad things you shouldnât want.Â
And it was too late, you had already fallen in too deep to get out.Â
âWhat you cookin?â Jungkook lazily asks as he bends low to hide his face in your shoulder, his arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you back until your back hits his chest.Â
âWas craving ramen.â You softly reply, the question you had already sitting on the tip of your tongue. Jungkook notices your hesitance but doesnât comment on it, he only turns his face to kiss the side of your neck with a lazy hum. âI was wondering..â You quietly start, âDo you still..smoke?â
Jungkook pauses, âYeah why?âÂ
You sigh softly as he begins sucking on your neck, âWanted to see if you could bring some pre-rolls or something. I donât know why but my nerves have been all over the place lately and I canât relax.â You lean your head back on his shoulder with a noncommittal hum.Â
Jungkook chuckles quietly, âDonât worry baby, I have some bud stashed away. We can smoke some together right now if you want to?â He sways side to side with you, âHow does that sound, hm?â He drops his head on your shoulder once more.Â
You nod, âPerfect.â
Jungkook has the blunt ready when you both finish eating. He lights it and hands it over to you, âSmoke as much as you want, Iâll roll another one if you finish that one.â He says as he lays back on the couch lazily while scrolling through the selection of movies and shows. You dive right in without hesitation and relax on the couch as you fill the air between you two with clouds of white.Â
You both pass the blunt back and forth until thereâs no more of it left and youâre both staring at the TV with half-lidded eyes. Jungkook has his hands crossed behind his head as he watches whatever tv show he put on. âCâmere baby,â he smacks his lips, âwanna hold you.â
You obey easily, slipping into his lap as you lie down on top of him with your head over his heart. You listen to his heartbeat with a soft sigh, âDo we have cookie dough, wanna make some cookies.â You murmur softly while closing your eyes.Â
Jungkook grunts, âI think.â He replies, âMaybe, check.â He rubs your back and drops his hand down to your ass, resting it there for comfort as he squeezes your cheek through your velvet shorts.Â
âI will.. Give me a second.â You reply, Jungkook hums in response and everything goes quiet after that. Soon his little butt pats stop and Jungkook lays there peacefully sleeping under you. Your tired eyes drift over to him and then the front door, you close your eyes and hold your breath. It was now or never. Weed wasnât nearly enough to make someone completely knock out for sure but you think back to the small pill bottle sitting innocently in the cupboard.Â
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Jungkook sleepily smacks his lips as his eyelids flutter open, his vision is blurry and it takes a few minutes of blinking for him to adjust to the bright lights. He hears cupboards being slammed, drawers opened and then shut. He makes a noise of confusion and looks over with a confused look, âBaby?â He rasps out.Â
Your head whips over to him, âYouâre awake.â You walk over calmly and hold a glass of water, âDrink.â You hold the cup up to his lips, âYouâre gonna need your voice right now.âÂ
âHuh? What for?â He notices his hands are tied behind his back on the chair, he looks down to see ropes tied around his legs as well. He looks back at you with realization coming over his face, âBaby?âÂ
You force the cup into his mouth and make him drink the water, some of it spills out the sides of his mouth as he sputters and coughs. âNow, tell me what the code for the front door is Jungkook.â You stand in front of him with a stony expression.Â
Jungkook quietly chuckles, âAnd why exactly would I do that for hm? You think itâs that simple baby, how cute. Now untie me and all is forgotten,â he leans his head back with a long sigh, âCâmon, donât you wanna go back to cuddling and watching that movie sweetheart? Promise Iâll even make it nice and warm for you.â He smirks devilishly.Â
You let out a breath of desperation and irritation, âIâm not playing around right now Jungkook. Either you give it to me now or I break through the windows and leave you here tied up.âÂ
Jungkook looks at you with a dopey grin, âGo ahead, the nearest bus stop from here is three hours away. Wonât take long before I find you and bring you home with me baby.â He licks his lips and eyes you up and down, âThough I must say, youâre really doing wonders to me with those little shorts baby.â He purrs.Â
You close your eyes and count to five, âFuck you Jungkook.â You whisper out while pacing back and forth in front of him.Â
âIâm righttttt here, all you gotta do is pull my cock outââ His face whips to the side as you slap him in pure anger, âand sit right on it.â He finishes with a smirk as he looks at you calmly, âBetter yet, untie me, itâs the pent up stress right? Iâll give it to you so good if you just untie me baby. We can take it to the bed and have a nice night you and I,â he licks his lips.Â
You grab the sides of your head as you scream out in frustration, âYou make my life a living hell! Itâs all your fucking fault Iâm like this, I couldnât sleep for months after I left you and then you appearing out of the blue wasnât helping me! I would have been one hundred percent better off without you coming into my life at all, you ruined me! I tried Jungkook,â you whisper, âI really did but none of them were you. No one compared, not even Hoseok. They couldnât give me what I wanted and itâs all your fault,â you grit your teeth and stomp over to straddle him, roughly cupping his face, âso take responsibility.â You hiss.Â
Jungkook licks his lips as his eyes drop down to your lips and then you, âSo take it,â he whispers, âtake what you want.âÂ
You stare at him for a few minutes before smashing your lips against his in a rough teeth-clashing kiss. Jungkook moans and leans into the kiss, chasing after your lips as you both roughly move against each other. He hisses when you bite down on his lower lip and tug gently. âBabyââ
âShut the fuck up.â You glare while reaching below to push his sweats down his thighs and around his knees, âYou donât get to baby me,â you briefly stand to shove your shorts down, ânot after all the hell you put me through these months. You have any idea how much I wanted you?â You climb back on to his lap once your panties come off, âNoâyou donât.â
Jungkookâs mouth gapes open as he watches you lick your fingers and bring them down between your soft thighs, âSo no, youâre not going to take this from me. Youâre going to sit there and watch me fuck myself,â he moans loudly when the words leave your lips, âand youâre not going to touch me until I say so. If you try to rush or beg me Iâm going to gag you, understood?âÂ
âYes baby.â He whispers back.Â
You circle your clit slowly with the tip of your finger to ease some tension you had. Jungkookâs eyes flicker down to watch you as you work your fingers over your clit slowly. You bite your lip to suppress your moan, thighs spreading a tiny bit more around his hips to give him more access.Â
âI thought about you a lot, you know?â You softly sigh while rolling your hips slowly, âCanât tell you how many times I fucked myself thinking about you..â You cut off with a loud moan as you pop a finger inside your sopping little cunt.Â
Jungkook bites down on his lip as he looks up to watch your face closely, âI even imagined it was you whenever I fucked someone else.â You whisper darkly in his ear while pumping your finger in and out, âHoseok could never, didnât even compare to your cock.â You bite his earlobe teasingly while reaching down to wrap around his cock with your free hand.Â
âFuck baby,â he whines, âlet me out, câmon, Iâll fuck you so good.â He pleads softly.
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You squeeze your hand around his throbbing shaft, âWhat did I say?â You whisper, relishing in his pained moan, âIf youâre good for me Iâll let you fuck me..all, night, long.â You peck his cheek. Itâs enough for Jungkook to quieten down as he pants softly. You grin in satisfaction and pop your finger out, âOpen.â You press against his lips.Â
Jungkook easily opens his mouth and you slip your finger in, he greedily sucks and swirls his tongue around the wet digit before letting go with a low pop after he cleans your slick off. You giggle quietly and run your thumb over the head of his cock, âMissed your cock baby,â you softly smirk, âmissed how well it fills me up, how fat and big it isâŚjust right for me.â You aim the weeping head over your folds, rubbing him back and forth as you smear your slick around.Â
Jungkook throws his head back, âYeah?â He breathes out, âWhy donât you slip it in baby? Fuck yourself on my cock, nice and slow.â
You let the tip catch on your hole, prodding at you stubbornly as he threatens to slip inside. âDo me a favor baby..â You whisper, watching his eyes brighten as he perks up, âShut the fuck up.â You bring him in for a kiss, effectively shutting him up while you press his cock into you.Â
Your hips raise and slowly inch downwards as you slip his fat cock inside, you moan against his lips as his cock slowly slides inch for inch. You let his cock go and wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as you slowly come to a halt once you sit down on his lap bottomed out. Jungkook groans low through his teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he shakes from being held back by the ropes.Â
âFuck,â you sigh in pleasure while circling your hips, âso good..â You bounce on his cock lightly, the fat of your ass jiggling as you move up and down, side to side. Jungkookâs face twists in pleasure as he leans his head back. You lick your lips and watch him with close eyes, âYou like that Jungkookie? Love how tight I feel around you baby?âÂ
âGod yes,â Jungkook whispers as he shudders, âlove having your little pussy wrapped around my cock. Wanna stay like this forever.â He groans out, âCâmon baby, untie me and Iâll fuck you just the way you deserve. Gonna have you screaming and crying all over my cock.âÂ
You mewl loudly and bounce faster on his lap, the very thought of him fucking you like heâs promsing is tempting you to untie him. But just as quickly as the temptation came, it goes. You end up slamming your hips down until your ass slaps against his thighs loudly, his cock slams deep and hits your g-spot. âMmm..!â You throw your head back.Â
Jungkook hisses in pleasure as he mindlessly begs for you to let him go, he alternates between loud moans and slurred words. Your thighs begin to ache rather quickly and your pace begins slowing down. You switch from bouncing to grinding, rocking your hips quickly and in ways that have him gasping for more.Â
The poor chair begins creaking under the weight of you both, loud squelches fill the room as slick dribbles down your pussy and his cock to his balls. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as you stop to press down and work your hips in circles of eights. âOh fuckkk..â You whisper out as your thighs tremble, âJungkook..!â You squeal as your orgasm takes you by surprise.Â
Jungkook in that moment manages to untie the knots around his wrists, he pulls you closer on his lap while biting down on your shoulder, âUntie my feet, right now.â He growls, âI played your little game now itâs my turn.âÂ
You mewl shakily and reach down to pull both knots free, he wastes no time in lifting you up as he carries you to the table, bending you over the surface. You gasp in surprise when his hand swoops down to smack you hard across your ass. âStay still.â He growls as he lines his cock up with your pussy and shoves it in one go.Â
Your mouth falls open as he begins plowing your pussy like no tomorrow. Jungkook grips your hips tight while smacking his hips into your ass, watching as your cheeks collide with his pelvis. He grunts with effort and reaches down to bring the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, biting it as he holds it up to watch the way his cock disappears into your drenched pussy.Â
âJungkook..!â You cry out, âP-Please, âs too much,â you drool while gripping the edge of the table.Â
The table screeches loudly as it shakes from the force of his thrusts. Jungkook reaches around to pinch and rub at your sensitive clit, ignoring your squeals and pained moans. His balls slap against your folds with wet pap sounds, you can tell by the way his pace is stuttering that heâs close to coming too. You purposely clench around him, relishing in the muffled moan he lets out.Â
He grabs at your hip bones painfully, digging his fingernails in as his hips stutter in their movements. He slams in once, twice, and finally a third until he goes still. His cock throbs and twitches violently as his cum fills you spurt after spurt. He releases a long moan, idly grinding in to milk his cock/orgasm.Â
âFuck..â You whisper breathlessly while laying on the table with your cheek against the wood, your eyes glazed over.Â
Beats of silence pass by until Jungkookâs leaning over to whisper in your ear, âYouâre mine baby.â He says while kissing your ear and neck.
You hum quietly and lean into his touch, âI love you.â You softly whisper, no longer against the idea of loving and wanting to be with him. Jungkook hums back, he sounds pleased with your answer as he smooths his hands over your hips. You close your eyes tiredly and lick your dry lips, hearing him utter back to you.Â
âI love you too baby.âÂ
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You drowned out the sounds of the people laughing and cheering in the background. You looked around the brightened room with a smile on your red painted lips, greeting some of the on-goers as they passed by you. Tonight was somewhat of a special night for youâyour birthday. All your friends and family surrounded and showered you with endless gifts and praises.Â
However none were Jungkook.Â
He was pressed up against your back just laughing and talking with friends, catching up if you will. âMe and y/n decided to work things out you know? We took a last minute trip out of town and rented out a cabin to get away from everything you know?â He said.Â
You merely smile when they turn to look at you, âWe decided to get back together.â
Everyone cheered and congratulated you both, however one person in particular stood back from the others. Seulgi. She hadn't been the same since Jungkook let her go, you can see just how much it affected her seeing him. Although Jungkook swore to you he didnât harm her physically, the damage was already done mentally.Â
Seulgi stood far back from the others, eyeing you and Jungkook with both distaste and fear in her eyes. She hadnât made a move to come talk to you at all, but you didnât care. If anything you continued on like nothing was happening, like there wasnât any animosity between you, her, and Jungkook. She knew better.Â
Jungkook smugly turns to look at Seulgi, raising his glass of wine at her as a toast before taking a sip. He curls his hand right over your tummy, where the tiniest of bumps hides underneath your dress. Seulgi can only turn away, if only they knew just how far Jeon Jungkook was willing to go in the name of love.Â
If only they knew the secrets you chose to keep..
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fell in love without you
MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: everyoneâs nineteen. WARNINGS: f!reader | you have a favorite twin | sexual content with said fave twin | dubcon kiss
FRED WEASLEY stands before you alongside his brother George. A seemingly world famous smug air about them, having charmed themselves by their own wit. Arms crossed, towering tall above the random passersby as they absentmindedly drone to their next class. Your hesitation spurs the twins on, exchanging a knowing and triumphant glance that says all as you tilt your head at them.
âAre you serious?â
One twin feigns offense. âDeadly serious.â
The other mimics him. âGravely.â
âSâonly fair, innit?â
âGame of guess the twin, guess wrong and youâve got to give a kiss.â he repeats the game rules.
âFor hurtinâ our feelinâs.â the other agrees.
You narrow your eyes with a huff through your nose. âYou havenât got any feelings. Now let me pass.â you demand, and attempt to cut through them but theyâre connected at the shoulders to block your way from your corridor.
âNow thatâs what you win if you guess right!â they say together. Did they rehearse this? You frown at them as you recoil, throwing your arm out to your side until your book pats the outside of your thigh.
âWhat? You scared? We both know youâve got a little thing for me.â One shrugs.
âAnd me.â the other adds.
âWeâre only helping you along.â they speak at the same time, in annoying twin-synchrony.
You give in. âDo you really think I canât tell you apart?â Lazily, you point to the boy on the left. âFred.â It transfers over to the boy on the right. âGeorge.â They exchange another look amongst themselves, and adopt a crestfallen expression as their heads bow, stepping apart so you can enter. âSee?â you taunt, passing them by. âWas that so hard? Iâll see you boys laterââ
âNot so fast there, birdie.â You halt in your tracks at the sound of him speak. âIâm George.â You sigh hard and hang your head.
âIâm Fred. Câmon then, give us a kiss.â Theyâd faked you out, or theyâre lying. Either way, you concede in order to satiate their egos, drawing back to the place where they wait for you. Itâs only a kiss on the cheek anyway, and besides it wouldnât reveal your true feelings towards your favored twin. Youâre just friends, and thatâs how it should stay. âThaâs a good girl. Look at her cominâ back, George. She wants this just as much as we do.â
âA foolproof plan there, Fred, well done.â
âItâs practically your only pick-up line, boys. You could do far better.â you tease, and drop your satchel to the ground where it flops flat hopelessly, and toss your book to land onto the leather. âCâmon then, lean down.â Theyâre both much taller than you, sort of imposing if they werenât so approachable when they wanted to be. George goes first, stooping to offer his cheek to you. Sweetly, you hook your arm around his neck for stability when you raise yourself to your toes, planting a chaste peck onto his cheek. His skin warms your nose, and he recedes as you do. When you meet Fredâs gaze, he hasnât taken his eyes off you, and you feel yourself heat up in anticipation. He does as George did, stooping but itâs a little gentler, dragging it out. Thereâs a mischievous curl to his lips and you sense he plots something. So you idle while you figure him out, until he interrupts you.
âOi, whaâs wrong with you? Go on, pay up.â and you snap out of it, doing as you did with George. Your arm hooks loose around his neck, hand splayed on the cuff of his shoulder. While you raise yourself to meet his cheek, the tips of your toes bearing your weight, and things seem to move in slow motion. An arm straps around your waist, arching you into him as he turns at the last second, drawing you into a kiss. A real one. You emit a noise of surprise as he deepens it, seizing the opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips during your squeak. Out of shock, you take a fair bit of time to register, eyes flying open as you pat hard against his chest. You canât push him off, but he pulls back after heâs made his point.
Hastily, you adjust your uniform with a gaping mouth. âFred!â you scold while they snicker, you took notice of how George averted his eyes beforehand, so heâd known of Fredâs trick. Perhaps Fred put him up to it. Some innocent game that allows Fred an in to make a proper move on you. Or some sort of malicious advantage over your feelings. Out of embarrassment or fury, your hands pat hard on each of them, banging your fists against whatever is within reach as their laughs feather out when they flinch and try to catch your hands. When they escape, and you realize youâre desperately tardy, you have to let them go, calling out your vow of revenge after them.
âWhereâs that vow of revenge now, ey?â breathless words spoken into your ear as Fred ruts into you. Hidden under the hot covers of your bed, he keeps you close with strong arms encasing you, pressing you to him as you lay on your sides. You claw the sheets for purchase, clutching onto the fabric to keep yourself grounded as he moves inside you. Careful, gentle, deliberate. Everyoneâs sleeping. If anyone found out a boy snuck into your girlsâ dormitory youâd be toast. His breath sends tingles up your spine, squeezing your eyes shut in the dark as you focus on where your bodies conjoin. Sticky and wet, Fred sheathes fully with a buck of his hips, and involuntarily you whimper. A large hand cups your mouth to silence you. âKeep quiet,â he whispers and you nod against him. âDidnât take you for a bad girl, birdie, youâre a proper troublemaker.â he tells you, barely audible, his lips moving against your ear as his hips circle, welcomed by your sex, he canât help but soak a second. âYou wanna get caught, donât you?â
You canât answer, shaking your head against his hand and you feel his teeth nip at your earlobe. âIs that right?â he goads, unconvinced. He shifts, gradually picking up a steady pace. âShould we give âem a real show then?â
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could you do a third part to buried alive where the reader finally gets a bit better and goes out into the field for the first time and then the team goes and gets drinks after bc they are so proud of her :) -đą
back again | S.R.
part one | part two
in which you go back into the field (and kick ass)
who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader
category? angst and then fluff
content warnings: established relationship. PTSD undertones. guns and physical fighting. reader is paired with morgan and kicks ass. usual cm case stuff. going to a bar and alcohol consumption. use of 'ass'. reader is referred to as a girl.
word count: 1.8k
a/n: hey anon i love you!!! i never expected people to like this story so much, but im so grateful i hope you enjoy!! thanks for reading <3 don't forget to like and reblog <3333333333
It felt good. Standing outside of a suspect's house with Morgan felt normal to you, having your firearm holstered, felt right.
He was trying to get ahold of the team, but the two of you were far from the town and, apparently, cell service. âThe call keeps dropping, but they know where we are. They should be on their way,â he told you, getting out of the car. âIf youâre uncomfortable going in, you donât have to.â
You rolled your eyes and got out of the SUV. âIâve got your back,â you responded self-assuredly. It was your first case back in the field, and besides, you werenât about to let Derek walk into the lion's den alone.
Despite your attempt at confidence, you hadnât planned on going to a suspect's house. The two of you had been on your way back from talking to a victimâs family, meaning you didnât have vests. âI know you do,â Morgan confirmed, removing his sunglasses and snapping the temples down. âGo around back, Iâll take the front,â he said.
Nodding, you unholstered your weapon and kept it pointed toward the ground, you took a deep breath before wrapping around the white farmhouse.
Paranoid thoughts pelted your brain. Did you remember to shut off your phoneâs ringer? What if the suspect had a gun? What if the information you were given was wrong and you didnât have probable cause?
You shook your head, peeking in through the open blinds, you saw the kitchen. The town you were in was on the smaller side, and the only thing that surrounded you was farmland. You saw movement out of the corner of your eye and wished you had been given more time to prepare, having comms right now would be remarkably helpful.
Approaching the back door, you leaned against the siding before reaching over and turning the doorknob. It was already unlocked, which could either be a good thing or a bad thing. You swung the door open and stepped inside the house, pointing your Glock around the kitchen, you saw Morgan entering the living room in your peripheral vision. âClear!â You called out, and shortly after, Morgan called the same.
Once you had cleared the main floor, Morgan moved upstairs and you moved downstairs, pulling your flashlight from your belt, you pointed it down the steps.
âJackson Fike this is the FBI,â you called, making yourself known. You reached the bottom of the stairs, just to see another door, wide open. âDamn it,â you cursed, âMorgan, heâs running!â You shouted, hoping your voice would be able to carry up two flights of stairs.
You pocketed your flashlight and took off running out the door. Distantly, you saw a man fitting the suspect's description sprinting towards the woods. Without a second thought, you followed, expecting Derek to be not far behind you.
Thankfully, it was still light outside, the scent of the damp earth filled your senses, but it didnât overwhelm you. You wouldnât let it.
You skidded to a halt in the forest, keeping your back to a tree so you could be attacked from behind, âJackson Fike, you canât keep running like this. You know as well as I do that the road ends here.â You spoke loudly, hoping he heard you from wherever he had disappeared into the woods.
His choices here boiled down to giving himself up or being on the run for the rest of his life. Based on the profile the team had put together, he would never be able to leave this town. Not by choice, at least.
The snap of a twig gave his location away, you twisted your body in the direction of the noise. Your ears perked up like a bloodhound. âJackson, if you come with me and tell me where the girls are, maybe I could see about keeping you close to home. Close to your house, thatâs whatâs important, right?â You tried to negotiate with him. You didnât know if he was armed, but you did know that suicide by cop wasnât in his profile. It was also less paperwork if you cuffed him without a fight.
âYou canât make me that promise, agent,â he responded. His voice was gravelly despite only being in his late thirties. âWhy would I negotiate with a fed when I could just kill one instead?â He asked.
His question sent a chill down your spine all the way down to where your handcuffs rested on your back. âYouâre right,â you ceded, âYouâd be worshipped in prison for killing a fed, but why take that chance?â
In a flash, the UnSub smacked your wrist, causing a misfire into the trees, and making your weapon hit the ground.
That was fine, your marksmanship was good enough to pass your qualifications, but hand-to-hand was where you really excelled. He charged at you, but you jumped out of the way.
Closer to the farmhouse you heard voices, but you didnât let yourself get distracted. Instead, you used your one boxing lesson with JJ and kicked. The inside of your foot provided enough surface to daze your opponent, he stumbled around, and you made sure to keep both of your feet firmly planted to the ground.
He swung back, but you ducked just in time to feel the breeze of his swing against your face. In response, you swung back, hitting him across the face.
Jackson retaliated, using both hands to push you into a tree, crushing your shoulder but not doing anything to stop you from throwing another hit, striking him on the head, and causing him to fall to the ground. He groaned as you crouched down and pulled your cuffs out, fastening them around his wrists.
As you read him his rights, the local police and the rest of your team approached you. Emily looked at you warily, Spencer was searching for injuries, but Morgan was grinning. He was like a giddy little kid who had heard the ice cream truck turn on his street.
Handing off the UnSub to a local, you eyed Morgan suspiciously, âWhat are you smiling at?â You asked, rotating your shoulder in a failed attempt to make it feel better.
âYou took that guy down,â Derek said, gesturing to where the police officer was now taking the UnSub.
Confused, you shrugged, âYeah, and?â
He laughed again, âOh, you are so back, pretty girl.â
A flight later, you were hunched over takedown paperwork, something you certainly hadnât missed during your time away from the field. At the desk adjacent to yours, Spencer was flipping through a book, waiting for you so you could go home.
After initialing each page and signing the last one, you placed the papers into the confidential file. Going up the stairs to Hotchâs office, you knocked on the door, âCome in.â
You stepped into the office and reached over to hand him the file, âMy takedown paperwork for Jackson Fike.â
He nodded, the stern look on his face fading as he looked at you, âYou did impressive work today, Y/L/N. By taking the initiative to arrest Fike, you saved the three girls he had captive.â
Shrugging, you fiddled with his nameplate, âI just did what felt right.â
âOther agents wouldâve shot him, and it wouldâve been justified, but you didnât,â Hotch said, raising his eyebrows. âItâs good to see you out in the field again,â he told you in that fatherly, parental tone of his.
You looked out the window of his office, âItâs good to be back out, sir.â Watching as the rest of the team gathered back into the bullpen, âI thought everyone had already left?â
Hotch set your file down and stood from his desk, âI believe they were all waiting for you in Garciaâs office.â
Confused, you walked outside of the office and down the steps, âHey?â You said cautiously, looking around at everyone, âWhatâs going on?â You looked at Spencer, but he just shrugged like he didnât know any more than you did.
âWe,â Derek said, âare going to OâKeefeâs,â he said, grinning as you reached over your desk to grab your bag and your coat.
Shoving your arms through the sleeves of your coat, you looked at the team curiously, âIâm getting the sense that I donât have much of a choice in this outing.â
Grinning, Penelope excitedly walked towards you, looping her arm through yours and leading you out of the bullpen, âyou donât!â
You laughed, looking back at Spencer, who was just smiling at you. It wasnât in your nature to turn down what Emily called âteam bondingâ, so the lot of you went to the familiar bar, a place you hadnât been in nearly four months.
At the same table as always, standing room only with the eight of you, Rossi paid for all of your preferred drinks. Something you had learned to not protest over the years, as long as he was there, heâd never let you pay for your drinks.
Casually, Spencer had his arm around your waist, the two of you were more affectionate outside of the office. âHowâs your shoulder?â He asked, gently skimming the pad of his thumb over the sensitive skin. Naturally, Spencer didnât say anything in front of the team when you mentioned being shoved into a tree, but behind closed doors, he had asked to take a look at it.
You hummed in response, leaning into his touch, âBetter, just bruised a bit.â
He dropped his hand back down to your waist, âgood,â he whispered, ducking his head, and pressing a kiss to your cheek, causing you to smile.
Grabbing your attention, Derek cleared his throat and raised his glass in your general direction. âTonight is about you, pretty girl,â he said, causing everyone else to turn to you. Your cheeks burned, ânot only did you kick some UnSub ass, but you threw yourself back into the field after months on the sidelines.â
At your side, Spencer squeezed your hip, you were grinning like a fool.
âIt has been an honor to be able to watch you reclaim yourself. I, for one, am proud of that accomplishment,â Morgan continued. âI hope youâre proud of yourself, too.â
You nodded enthusiastically, âThank you. All of you, really.â You reached forward where everyone was clinking their glasses before taking a sip. Setting your glass down, you turned and looked at Spencer, âI love you,â you whispered to him.
He dropped a kiss to your lips, earning a whoop from Garcia. When he pulled away, he smiled at you softly, âI love you too.â
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Itâs said canonically that simon riley has trauma around intimacy from torture đ If you feel comfortable writing it, can I please ask for a short fic of an Afab reader body worshipping/lovingly pleasuring Simon after they both work through his trauma and heâs getting all soft and emotional and babbling about how good reader is making him feel and how much he loves them and canât believe someone cares about him this much? I always liked the idea of Simon being portrayed as vulnerable and soft and not this dom sex god a lot of people portray him to be. I really love your work and would love to see your take on this request :)
Soft ft. Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Author's Note: So I do recall someone making a post about this and I have to say I do not agree with everything. Men definitely process trauma, specifically sexual trauma a lot differently than women do. While women experience guilt, men experience anger. And maybe it's not all men who experience it that way, but after reading the comic and making my own assessment, I can say that Simon does have lingering anger. Of course, he is hell-bent on avenging his dead family, but all that pent-up energy could be going toward trying to even the score. He is pretty level-headed and able to compartmentalize. He has support from his comrades as well as undergoes mandatory rigorous mental health assessments because that's military protocol. He needs to be able to perform his duties on the field without putting himself or others at risk. He also most certainly gets mandatory counseling. Although he may be reluctant, his superiors are very much aware of the possible impact that it has on his mental health. So all that to say that Simon is not without help. He is not as "damaged" as people may perceive him to be. He's not a broken individual. As seen in the remastered MW's, albeit reluctant he can clearly put his trust in others. He develops relationships with the people who he works closely with meaning he is capable of change. SIGH. I just wish people would break this down a little more, but I do get what you're saying. His masculinity, trust issues, and the type of secret operations he goes on can lessen the effectiveness of the therapy. He's definitely a very complex character with layers to him, but I just don't think he's as weak as you may think he is. It's also important to note that it hasn't been confirmed that this current Simon went through the same thing. He could have a completely different background. Honestly, Activision is so fucking inconsistent but ANYWAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I hope you enjoy this. Also if you read this all the way through, I applaud you. But thank you for enjoying my work, I didn't mean to critique you and your request, but I just couldn't let it slide LOL
Warnings: PnV sex, AFAB!Reader, Some Canon Simon Lore, Sexual Content, Mentions of Sexual Trauma
"SiâSimon..."
You sigh out in pleasure with every roll of your hips as you grind down on him. Your clit grazes against his lower abdomen, and his cock stretches you out pliant. Fingers dig into his shoulders, marking half crescents into his pale, scarred skin. But something feels off.
His hands loosen their grip on your hips, and upon opening your eyes you find him his half-lidded gaze distant in a familiar haze. He isn't present.
"Simon." You halt the rutting of your hips, cupping his stubbly cheeks. "Are you alright?"
His onyx hues fixate on you. He is clearly readjusting his withdrawn eyes to refocus on you. You didn't want to say it yet, but you had felt him go a little soft a few seconds prior. "We can stop."
"No, no." His fingers squeeze your middle as he sits up a bit. You shake your head, but he's not letting up. "Why stop?"
You firmly grasp his face and his blonde lashes flutter up at you with a seemingly unreadable expression, but you're no stranger to Simon's detachment. Although he loathes to admit it, it happens. The relearning of being intimate is tumultuous for him.
"Because you're not mentally here, my love."
He frowns. "But I want y'to finish."
You exhale sharply. He doesn't even deny it. "No, Simon. I'd feel disgusted with myself if I finished while you weren't here with me."
He struggles to reply. In all honesty, he doesn't know what to say. It's not exactly a common occurrence, but he's not too keen on having a conversation about it. You never pry though. His therapy sessions are his own, unless, of course, you join him if he so desires.
Couples counseling is mandatory. A rule you established when you first decided to tie the knot. If you had problems that were beyond just a sit-down talk, a professional would have to intervene. And Simon agreed. No fuss, no muss. To preserve the sacredness of your relationship, he'd do anything.
He sighs. "'m sorry, dovie." He caresses your sides, feeling the gooseberries on your skin rise. A small smile adorns his lips and you giggle at his smugness.
"Stop it." You begin to get off of him, but Simon holds you firmly. You feel his dick harden inside of you, now kissing your cervix. A little gasp escapes your chest as you readjust yourself.
"Y'like tha'?" Simon's grinning now. It's his confidence gleaming through the abysmal darkness of his mind. The life in his eyes feels revitalized, and you now feel his vigorâliterally.
"Yes, but..."
"'m here, love." He reaffirms, squeezing your waist again. "'m here. Please, 'm achin' for you."
He groans a bit and bucks his hips when he feels you pulsate around him. You return your own moan, leaning forward but his fingers thread through your hair and he brings you into a sloppy, heated kiss. His hips thrust into you slowly and deeply, earning a guttural moan from him.
For a moment as you withdrew from the kiss, your gazes meet and Simon's eyes soften and become glossy with tears that brim over his oculars and spill over the corners of his eyes.
"Oh, baby." You coo, holding him close as you kiss his face. His sadness is silent, yet palpable. You're now babbling sweet, sweet words to him as you pepper him with kisses, and Simon holds you as if you're going to slip away. You gently guide him through the double inhale technique you learned from your therapist, and with the sweetness of your voice, the kindness in your eyes, and the tenderness of your touch, he feels at ease.
"I dunno how y'put up with me."
You grin, kissing the corner of his lip. "It ain't easy."
"Oh?" He flips you over on your back, pressing you firmly against the mattress and you giggle into the nape of his neck. "Wanna say that again, love?"
You thread your fingers through his sandy blonde hair and kiss the tip of his nose. "You're not hard to love, Simon."
His eyes soften once more and he kisses you deeply. Simon has never cherished anyone more in his life. You were always so patient and kind from the jump. You were truly the "greater woman" behind the "great man".
He rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes as you gently card your fingers in his hair.
"Thank you, lovie."
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Heyyyy could you do a Matt fic where she has to use their safe word bc hes just too big ykykyk..
And then they start again but this time he goes like really slow and talks you through it?!??!,!,!,
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matt sturniolo x reader
warnings: smutttt, p in v, cream pie, bath tub sex, use of safeword, fingering
a/n: since yâall wanted packing matt according to this poll.
this is realllyyyy fluffy, hopefully you like đŤśđž
my face was warm as my eyes fluttered open, being met with a stream of sunlight trickling through the open blinds.
mattâs arm was secured around my waist, holding my body close to his as his breath tickled my neck.
our legs were tangled together under the blanket, making us as close to each other as humanly possible.
feeling me begin to stir, matt placed a gentle kiss to my neck before speaking, âgood morning, babyâ
i moved around slightly, gently stretching out my sore limbs.
âhi, mattâ i spoke as i continued to shift my body around.
it wasnât actually morning, we were just waking up from a much-needed nap.
suddenly, his hands shot out to my waist. his grip was firm as he held my hips against him, halting my movements.
âmatt, what-â i started, but cut myself off when i felt something hard poking against my thigh.
âsorryâ he whispered against my neck.
âdonât be sorry, babyâ i spoke as i rolled my hips back into his, eliciting a deep groan from him.
âlet me helpâ i spoke as he guided my hips to rub against him.
he groaned into my neck, gently nipping at the soft skin.
i turned to face matt, abruptly breaking the contact that my hips made with his, pulling a whine from his mouth.
âmattâ i spoke as i cupped his jaw in my hand. he leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed.
âi need you to fuck meâ as soon as the words left my mouth, mattâs eyes flew open.
âwhat?â he spoke, eyes widening the slightest bit.
despite being together for several months, we had yet to have sex.
there wasnât any particular reason, things just never escalated further than wandering hands and heated kisses.
âi need you so bad, babyâ i spoke, leaving a kiss on his shoulder.
âare you sure?â
âyes, matt. pleaseâ
âif you need to stop at any time, just let me knowâ he spoke before moving his hands to my waist.
âokâ i whispered, placing a kiss to his cheek.
he played with the waistband of my pants, silently asking if he could remove them.
âtake them off, mattâ i whispered to him, prompting him to tug them down along with my panties.
the cool air of the room hit my warm pussy, making me rub my thighs together.
picking up on my desperate actions, matt quickly rid himself of his clothes.
âyouâre so beautifulâ he spoke, his voice still raspy from having just woken up.
he pumped himself a few times before running his tip through my folds, eliciting a low moan from me.
âyou ready?â he asked as he hooked my leg over his, giving him better access.
âyeahâ i breathed out.
he lined himself up with my needy hole, pushing himself in.
he slid his cock into me slowly, watching as my pussy swallowed him whole, inch by inch.
his dick stretched me out, creating a stinging sensation that intensified as he pushed himself in further.
i tried not to show the pain on my face, not wanting to worry matt.
when he bottomed out, my face scrunched up, which he instantly picked up on.
âyou ok?â he asked as he rubbed gentle circles into my waist.
not trusting myself to be able to speak without crying out in pain, i simply nodded my head.
âwhatâs wrong? use your words babyâ
i gritted my teeth together, âiâm fine, youâre just really fucking big. just give me a minuteâ
âtake your timeâ he said, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing my knuckles.
while he waited for me to adjust to his size, he focused on leaving kisses to my neck and chest.
after waiting a while, i gave him the go-ahead to start moving.
having to wait so long seemed to excite him, as his pace quickened before i was ready.
i squeezed his bicep as i tried to breathe through the pain, waiting for it to turn into pleasure.
i began to become frustrated as i came to a realization; i wasnât going to be able to finish.
not only was it painful, but iâve never been able to finish in the past from penetration alone.
i felt tears prick the corner of my eyes and i pressed my hands to my forehead as i began to overthink.
thoughts of doubt and self-judgement filled my mind, overwhelming me.
âred, red, redâ i spoke quickly, needing a minute to calm down.
mattâs hips immediately stilled inside of me, and his fingers moved to wipe the stray tears that fell down my face.
âhey, hey. whatâs wrong ? did i hurt you?â he asked as he cupped my cheek.
âyouâre just so big and it hurt so badâ i spoke, watching as his face morphed into a concerned one.
âand i-â my breathing went ragged as i tried desperately to control myself.
âhey, ok. hold on- let me pull out. sorry, this might hurtâ he said as he grabbed my hand and slowly began to pull out.
i let out a hiss at the feeling, and he squeezed my hand reassuringly.
âsqueeze me if you need toâ he said.
i squeezed his hand as he finished removing himself from me, letting out a sigh of relief when he was completely out.
he pulled me into his chest, hugging me as he rubbed my back gently.
âdo you wanna stop there?â he asked as i clung onto him.
âno, i wanna try again. i just..â i trailed off, not knowing how to tell him about my insecurities.
âwhat? what is it?â
âthereâs something wrong with meâ i told him.
he pulled away slightly to look at me, âwhat?â
i sighed before continuing, âitâs just hard for me to finish sometimesâ
âthereâs nothing wrong with that, baby. if you have trouble, weâll work through it, ok? i got you, alwaysâ he said before placing a sweet kiss to my lips.
âthank youâ i smiled, giving him a light peck.
âof course, baby.â we laid there like that for a little while, lazily kissing each other.
âi think iâm ready nowâ i spoke once i was fully calmed down.
âyeah? how about we try something different? iâll run us a warm bath, and we can try it in there. this way youâre nice and relaxedâ he spoke gently, running his hands along my arms.
âthat sounds greatâ i smiled up at him.
once the bath water was drawn and at the perfect temperature, we got into the bath.
my muscles instantly loosened up in the water and i let out a sigh of contentment.
matt sat on his knees in front of me, leaving light kisses on my lips.
âthere you go, baby. just relaxâ he lifted one of my legs above the water, holding it up as he littered my thighs and calves with kisses.
he placed it back into the water, and gave the exact same treatment to the other one.
âgonna stretch you out nowâ he spoke as his hands found their way between my folds.
i nodded my head at him and let it fall back, eyes fluttering shut as he pushed a finger inside of me.
i let out a moan as his finger opened up my narrow walls.
his finger moved slowly and sensually inside of me, allowing me to feel every ridge and knuckle that pressed against the spongy tissue.
âfuck, matt. give me moreâ i moaned as i pushed my hips into his finger.
he instantly added in another finger, stretching me out even further.
âfeels so goodâ i sighed out, eyes rolled back in pleasure.
âthink you can take a third? youâre doing so good for me, my love.
âyes, please. need it so badâ i whined.
he wasted no time in adding a third finger in, making me hold onto his shoulders.
the sound of my moans and the water lightly splashing around us as my hips rocked into his hand echoed through the bathroom.
âyou ready?â he asked as his fingers slowed.
âyeahâ i spoke as i rested my hands on the edges of the tub.
he gently held onto my hips, rubbing his cock against my lower stomach.
once he felt that he teased me enough, he lined himself up with my entrance.
he pushed his lips to mine as he entered my hole, and he took my boobs into his hands.
he focused on pinching and flicking the nipples, trying to help distract me from the pain.
i groaned into his mouth as he stretched out my pussy even further.
he stayed still inside of me, his lips gliding against mine smoothly as he waited for me to adjust.
âyou ok?â he asked.
âyeah, iâm goodâ i responded, squeezing his arms.
âdoing so well for me, babyâ he said as he continued to massage and fondle my breasts.
the stimulation to my chest took my focus away from the pain and onto the pleasure.
âok, you can moveâ i spoke as i tapped his arm lightly.
he gently began to push his hips into mine, causing the pain to start again.
he leaned forward, taking one of my tits into his mouth, eliciting a moan from me.
my hand shot to his hair, pulling and tugging on the roots as he put his tongue to work.
the pain slowly faded away as i found myself lost in a state of euphoria.
between the feeling of my muscles relaxing in the water, his attention to my boobs, and his cock pressed against my velvety walls, i was gone.
my brain was fuzzy, and i was barely able to put a comprehendible sentence together.
âlook at you, taking me so well. my perfect girl, look so pretty like thisâ he praised me.
he had spent so much time working on my boobs, they now were covered in dark marks.
âmattâ i moaned his name as he looked down at me, pressing his forehead to mine.
âlove the way you say my name, wanna hear it like that for the rest of my lifeâ
my eyes rolled into the back of my head when he placed his thumb on my clit, rubbing quick circles on the bundle of nerves.
his dick brushed my g-spot, as his deep thrusts pushed me closer and closer to my orgasm.
his tip repeatedly kissed my cervix, and i clenched around him at the thought of him being so deep inside of me.
âo-oh my god! where- where do you want it?â he struggled out as he attempted to hold back his orgasm.
âiâm on the pill, fill me up babyâ i moaned as our lips brushed against each other.
his free hand went back to rubbing my nipple between his fingers, making me drop my head onto his shoulder.
âiâm so close, matt. i- oh my godâ i moaned as he sped up his movements against my clit.
âme too, baby. you got it, let it all outâ he said.
i lifted my head up, my nose brushing against his.
âmatt, iâm cumming! holy shitttâ i moaned as my mouth hung open against his.
âme too, fuckâ he groaned as he shot his seed deep inside of me.
my body shook against his as i released all over him.
my body continued to twitch against him as the aftershocks of my orgasm hit me.
âi got you, mamaâ he whispered as he held my body against his.
after a few minutes of our lips moving against each otherâs sloppily, matt pulled out slowly.
my face scrunched up slightly at the feeling as he slid out of me with a pop.
âcan you stand? wanna take a shower?â he helped me get up to my feet, and sat me on the toilet seat as he drained out the dirty bath water.
when that was done, he turned the shower up to a nice temperature.
we showered together, washing each other off and placing light kisses on each otherâs skin.
once finished, he wrapped me in a towel and did the same for himself.
i gazed at him lovingly as he helped me get dressed, letting me steal his hoodie to wear.
notice my staring, a small smile made its way onto his face, âwhat?â
ânothing, just admiringâ i said.
âwhere do you wanna go eat?â he asked, grabbing my waist.
âyou pick, iâll treat youâ i said as my arms wrapped around his neck.
he chuckled at this, âi donât know why you try, you know iâm not letting you payâ
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đ°đźđťđđ˛đťđ đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đ ⣠smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dub con for like a second, praise, dry humping, against the wall, reigen is a quick shooter, all characters featured are aged 18+
đśđşđ˝đźđżđđŽđťđ ⣠my actual first reigen fic! it was supposed to go in kinktober but i decided against it so take it now instead. all of my rei fics are motivated by my love for @arabaka and her love for reigen. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so thereâs probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
âRei, seriously⌠I have to get back to work. And so do youâŚâ
âIn a minute, baby. Fuck, just⌠please⌠let me kiss on you a little bit longer.â the two of you were way past just kissing. you knew that, but the way he begs for more time in your ear makes you meltâ his ragged panting and the grunts and moans that fill the silence between each breath are telltale signs that heâs enjoying himself too much, as if the thick, hard lump in his gray slacks wasnât enough of an indicator. he was rubbing it against you, making you feel how bad his cock wanted you. âYou taste so good. Iâm going crazy.â
pulling your bottom lip between your front teeth, you try to stifle a moan as Reigen litters your neck with haphazard, open mouthed pecks. âIf Iâm late againâŚâ
âIâm hard, baby,â he croaks, cutting you off, grasping one of your knees, pinning it on his waist. the sound and action effectively halts your train of thought. âIâm so fucking hard.â the gap provided skewed your skirt just enough for him to drag his clothed cock against your panties, and he gargles a whimper of pure ecstasy as your warmth seeps through and caresses the needy bulge. âWanna fuck you so bad right now. Wanna feel my favorite, little pussy suck me right in,â his mouth scrapes over your ear and your jaw, smearing it with saliva and sloppy kisses, nipping your skin with his teeth. youâre completely trapped against the door, one hand on the knob, smothered in his body heat and the weight of him. you can smell his salty sweat as it trickles down from his temples, soaking the collar of his shirt. âYou can feel it, canât you? How my dick goes crazy for that warm, tight hole?â Reigen grunts, pressing his groin closer to yours, and the swollen tip throbs as it rakes along your panties. âYou want it too, donât you? To feel me in your guts again. Is it making you sloppy wet, just for me?â his fingers dig into your knee, nails scoring your pantyhose, leaving running gashes along it, up your thigh where his hand travels next. âT-tell me, baby⌠tell me you want me!â
to say yes would mean giving in, and you allow your hand to slip from the doorknob and grasp at his tie, instead, pulling him closer. âYes,â you moan, back arching. your cunt clenches on empty air, wishing Reigenâs cock was worming its way through the spongy canal. âFuck, yes, Rei Iâm so wet right now.â
when he gropes at your thigh, pulling you closer to meet his needy rutting, you swoon and grind over the pulsating lump, tilting your head up towards the ceiling.
âMake that sound again,â Reigen pleads, bucking his hips harder against yours. he fucks furiously, his cock jabbing pathetically against his zipper, ââS gonna make me cumâŚâ
âReigen,â you mewl, twirling his tie around your fist to pull it tighter, âI wish you could⌠fuck me right now,â you knew what you were doingâ forcing him to the edge with the way your breath catches on your sultry moans, âfeel your thick cock stretching my tight, little cunt! I want you deep. hard. I wanna scream for you, Reigenââ
âSh-shit,â his face buries in your neck, grunting and snarling like a beast in rut as his hips piston more erratic and needy than before. each honeyed word that slips from your lips is another nail in his coffin, and you realize that heâs already falling apart against you. âCumming, baby⌠cumming!â his hands are mean as they paw at you, his body pushing up against yours. you knew if heâd managed to get his cock into you, heâd be forcing it as deep as it could go, but instead all he can do is pin you to the wall and rub himself off on your lingerie. your name erupts from his swollen lips in scattered syllables, accompanied by the most euphoric of gurgling groans. his muscles, that had all been taut, seem to relax at once, and he slumps against you, panting on your skin.
busying yourself by using your free hand to comb through his soaked, golden tendrils, you squirm, feeling the sensitive ( and now damp ) lump in his slacks tremble at the friction. âOkay,â you suck in a deep breath, and your other hand wandersâ feeling down his chest and abdomen until your digits explore the wet fabric of his pants; his release leaving a thick, dark shame on them. âNow, I really have to go. If Iâm late again, my boss is going to kill me.â
âHng,â he lets out a flustered grunt at your teasing, but doesnât pull back. instead, he seems to grind against it, as if he were enjoying the torturous pleasure of being overstimulated. âYou like making me like this,â he pants, nipping at your cheek with his teeth, ââ embarrassing me⌠making me cum in my pants for you⌠Little tease.â he mutters, breathlessly peppering your jaw and the corner of your mouth in kisses. âI should just hire you here. Youâd make a cute, little secretary, and I could stroke myself stupid against that warm pussy over and over again whenever I wanted.â
you roll your eyes at that. âI spoil you enough, Arataka.â
#reigen arataka#reigen x you#reigen x reader#reigen smut#reigen arataka smut#mob psycho reigen#mob psycho 100#reigen arataka x reader#reigen arataka x you#reigen
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Miguel Ohara who has a City girl girlfriend! who LOVES going out with her bestfriends but she be testing him with the outfits she be wearing Iâm talkin bout titties popping, ass out, outfits and like one night she goes too far, and like he fucks her..
Yeah. đ¤ˇđžââď¸
PAIRINGS ⊠â miguel oâhara x black!hyperfem!reader
WARNINGS ⊠â drunk!reader, tummy bulge,edging, smut stuffff, didnât proofread so excuse mistakes xx
THE sound of the City Girls blared from Miguelâs phone. His thumb pressed down on the phone, pausing your story. Your 24 inch black straight hair laid down your back. Your boobs were on the verge of falling out of your dress, your cuban link chain glistened under the light of the flash. He lifted his thumb up, allowing the video to continue playing. He watched as your friends shows your body all off to the camera, your ass cheeks hanging out and all. He can see the tattoo of his last name on the underside of your ass cheek, followed by the scar of where he first ever bit you.
He asked for you to not go out tonight, not in the mood to be defending the city at night and worried about his girlfriend who couldnât stay away from a good time.
He clicked and clicked through videos, you chugging a drink down with your bestfriend, some random guy doing the worm to Poundtown, tons of angles of you singing R&B songs.
The next video was what set him off â you needed to come home now. You were drunk and giggling, bent over a stool as your best-friend took a jell-o shot off of your ass. A few college boys were recording as well, horny as hell.
Miguel was already fed up with you, your outfit being way too revealing.
You could wear whatever you wanted of course but, showing others whatâs his..? Nah. Not gonna slide. He finds it amusing, heâs paralyzed you so many times with his dick, youâd think youâd be able to respect his wishes. But you just had to disobey him.
He spammed your phone with multiple calls that went to voicemail, many replies to your story, and many imessages.
Meanwhile, you just pulled up to another club with a bigger group than you arrived with. At this point you were fucked up, shaking your ass anytime you bent over. You were feeling a bit horny tho, missing your strong man so much.
âUghhhh I miss my mannnâ You dramatically throw your head back.
âUm speaking of your man heâs been blowing your phone up for like 30 minsâ You best friend laughs as she nodded her head to the muffled music playing from outside the club.
âOh oh oh! Where is my phoneâ You frantically looked around you, turning the flash on your phone to see the darkâŚ. wait the flash on your phone?You looked up at your right hand, giggling at the coincidence. You were holding your phone the hold entire time.
âMan am I wasted!?â You asked out loud, walking into the club cheering with a random burst of energy. You immediately walked to the bar, Latch by Disclosure playing loudly. Your phone vibrated once again as you sat at the bar.
BIG DICKđ§đ˝
11:35 PM
Bring your ass home.
Right now Y/N iâm not playing.
11:43 PM
Answer your phone.
I told you not to go out.
Answer.
12:31 PM
Okay Y/N.
Omw.
READ 12:56 AM
Oh fuck.
He was on his way like right now. You scrambled to check his location, it took a couple seconds to reload. Just then it refreshed, his contact picture right on top of your best-friends location.
âLetâs goâ A deep voice rumbled into your ear.
âMig-â Your whines were cut off when your arm was snatched up by Miguel. âWaitâ You followed behind as he dragged you out of the club.
âBa-by wait..â You tried to come up with an excuse. You thought Miguel had a mission for the night and you meant to hide him from your story.
âGet in the car and shut up Y/Nâ Miguel opened the passenger door. You shut your mouth, knowing that if you just listen, youâre punishment wouldnât be as harsh.
Miguel walked to the other side of the car, opening his door but his movements halted when you whispered out something inaudible.
âWhat?â Miguel looked over at you with anger. âI left my .. purse with B/N (bestfriend name)⌠and itâs like designer⌠can you get it?â You looked over at him with teary eyes. Miguel just started at you for a moment, youâre gonna kill him.
He sucks in a deep breath before getting out of the car, closing the door to go get your purse.
He soon came back to you sleeping in the passenger seat, shaking his head.
Thirty minutes later, youâre getting carried bridal style. Miguel carried your heels,purse, and the house key in one hand. His other hand firmly holding your weight.
He swung the penthouse door closed with his foot, taking you to the bedroom. âMig?â Your pouty whiney voice called out. âGo ahead and rest mama, youâll be up allll night tomorrowâ
âMhmmphâ You muffled out into Miguelâs shoulder as he pounded his lower half into you. âF-fuck! Fucking gripping meâ Miguel hissed as you clenched against him. âHarderâ You pant out, body getting squished into the mattress.
âHarder baby? Yeah?â He smiled down at you, such a fucking whore.
This was originally supposed to be punishment for last nights actions but, knowing Miguel he canât resist you.
âYeahâ You smile back at him before your eyes rolled back as he delivered a punch to your cervix. âAhh..shittâ Miguel moaned out as he could feel himself so deep in you. He looks down to the bulge that appears everytime he thrusts inside you. âFeel me ma? Iâm right here s-shitâ Miguel presses his hand on the bulge.
âIâm cumminggâ You tapped his arm, clenching around his hard length. âNot yet prettyâ He slid out of you. âYou were bad rememberâ He sickly smiled down at you.
âNoooâ You whine out in frustration, âMâsorryyy I told you this!â
âProve it to me that you deserve it thenâ Miguel say up against the headboard, dragging you on top of him. Your hand stroked up and down his cock before you slid down onto him.
âFuckâ You whimpered in unison. You placed your hands on his shoulders, breathing heavily. âC-canât moveâ
âYes you can pretty girl. You can take it cariĂąoâ He placed a kiss on your chin before slowly moving you up and down. You followed his guidance, throwing your head back in pleasure. âJust like that mama,â He lets go of your waist and slapped your ass before growling out, âGood girlâ
âMake us cum and maybe iâll forgive youâ
#miguel oâhara x y/n#miguel x reader#miguel oâhara#miguel oâhara smut#miguel oâhara x you#miguel oâhara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel x you#miguel oâhara x black reader#miguel oâhara spiderverse#across the spiderverse#spiderman 2099
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so i have a VERY BAD FEVER AND I WANT CRYO LADIES USING THEIR VISION TO COOL OF sick! S/O
(you can also add any other charafter of your liking â¤ď¸â¤ď¸)
(Genshin Impact) Eula, Rosaria, Ayaka, Ganyu, and Shenhe using their vision on a sick S/O
This is completely unrelated to the ask, but while writing this I've been listening to the Winter Soldier theme from Captain America. And for such a lovely ask it is very strange writing to one of the hardest themes I've ever heard in my life.
Eula huffs and puffs when her S/O gets sick, but absolutely does not hesitate to begin applying Cryo therapy.
As long as it wasn't contagious anyway.
With one hand gently resting against their forehead as she sits next to them in bed, Eula can't help but brush her fingers across their hair while doing so.
Her expression is gentle, until the moment S/O speaks up.
(Eula) "Am I enjoying this? Of course not, my plans must be halted because you had the audacity to fall ill. Something I will not forget easily, of course. I could always freeze you right here and now."
Yet, her hand is resting on S/O's face still, fingers rubbing down to their cheek as if they were made of glass.
Rosaria honestly didn't think of using her Cryo vision to bring down S/O's fever.
She really only used it for work, and S/O sure as hell wasn't on her list for tonight of people to use it on.
But, at their insistence, she lets her hand cool them down, being very careful to use it sparingly.
(Rosaria) "If it gets too cold, let me know, I guess. Don't say I didn't warn you, though."
Rosaria tries to be as gentle as she can, and has to remove her gloves to avoid poking S/O in the eyes.
Her own hand feeling S/O so tenderly gets her a little flustered, the only way S/O can tell was by her actively avoiding meeting their eyes.
Ayaka felt like a stroke of genius hit her when she brought S/O's high temperature down.
With a smile, Ayaka eagerly sits down with S/O in order to help.
(Ayaka) "Please, rest easy S/O. Would you like anything to eat while I'm here?"
She could just hire some help or get Thoma to help S/O, but part of her quite enjoyed being the one to care for S/O.
It was unfortunate they were sick, but she sure wasn't going to complain about spending time with S/O, especially when she could actively help them.
The entire time she's with them, Ayaka's smile never really goes away.
Ganyu has done the same to herself whenever she felt under the weather, though without too much effect since she was used to the cold.
But she breathed a massive sigh on relief when it had a visible effect on S/O's fever.
(Ganyu) "Ah, good! It's working! The medicine should be working soon, but in the meantime!-"
She brings a little bit of her paperwork to get through as she sits next to S/O, multi-tasking to help them recover.
Even if her S/O insists that they don't have to worry, she'll still take care of them anyway.
Work was important, but the love of her life was even moreso.
Shenhe, on top of retrieving some medicinal herbs and creating a brew concocted by her master, helps S/O's fever with her Vision.
...By grabbing onto their forehead with her entire hand, looking like she was about to crush their head instead of heal.
(Shenhe) "Are you comfortable S/O? Please relax and I'll bring down your temperature."
Careful with both her strength and Vision, she used them in moderation in order to help, much to S/O's terror when half their vision was blotted out by her palm.
The entire time Shenhe is focused on making sure S/O recovers well, trying her best to make sure they were comfortable.
Was it entirely comfortable? Truthfully, no. It was a little awkward.
But damned if S/O wasn't grateful that Shenhe was trying.
#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact headcanons#eula x reader#rosaria genshin impact x reader#ayaka kamisato x reader#ganyu x reader#shenhe x reader#eula lawrence#rosaria genshin impact#ayaka kamisato#ganyu genshin impact#shenhe genshin impact
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Secret Saviour
Damian Wayne x Male Reader
Warnings: NoneâŚ
Part 1: Being the son of Roulette and meeting Damian WayneâŚ
Summary: When Bruce goes missing Damian finds an unexpected help in Y/n SinclairâŚ
(A/n: I changed the title from the poll)
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Ever since the two of you studied together you and Damian had grown fond of each others company. Despite that Damian would never admit this fact, he insisted to his family that he was simply investigating you to see if you were somehow involved with your motherâs criminal activities.
He hadnât actually found anything suspicious connecting you to Roulette yet which pleased him. Because according to him it means âhe dosenât have to contact the GCPD⌠yetâ. But Damian would have to put his âinvestigationâ on halt for a bit.
One dark night during patrol Bruce had suddenly disappeared without a trace, no comms could reach him and they had no way to track him except for the Batmobileâs last location, which hadnât revealed the slightest hint. His allies looked for him for days trying to find even the smallest clue that would at least let them know he was alive but nothing.
Just when they felt like there was no where else to look they got a call from the watchtower. They answered and Martian Manhunter appeared on the screen of the Batcomputer.
âHey Jâonn, good news I hopeâ Dick greeted. âThe watchtower recieved an urgent message about Batmanâs current whereabouts from an unknown sourceâ Jâonn said and another voice started playing from the speakers, one which Damian recognizedâŚ
âIs this the watchtower?â A voice came over a weak signal making the sound crackle lightly. Despite the bad audio quality Damian knew that voice immediately it was Y/nâs voice. âI know Batman has disappeared and I think I know where he is, have someone meet me on the 4th floor of parking garage next to the Royal Hotel, on Wednesday at midnight and Iâll tell you what i knowâ.
The message then ended and Jâonn said âIâll let you decide how to deal with the informant, make sure to be careful, contact the League if you need any further help, good luckâ. Then he hung up and disappeared from the main screen.
âDo we go meet the informant? It could be a trap to get us tooâ Duke questioned. âWe donât have anything else to go off, this could be our only lead, we have to goâ Tim stated. âHow about two of us go meet the informant, while the others keep watch in the surrounding area and Oracle monitors, incase itâs a trapâ Dick said drawing up a plan.
The others muttered and nodded in agreement of the plan. âI wanna meet the informantâ Damian then voulenteered on impulse making the others turn to him suprised by his eagerness. But Damian needed to make sure it was you, even if you might be luring him in to a trap.
âAlrightâ Dick said and walked them through the plan âMe and Damian meet the informant on the 4th floor. Jason, you keep an eye from above the top of the Royal Hotel. Cass and Steph, i want one of you on the 5th floor and one on the 3rd floor, incase we need back up. Duke and Tim, youâll watch from the building across the street, everyone clear?â.
The each member of the team uttered a quick âYesâ in understanding. As Damian went to bed he knew needed to keep an eye on you tommorow.
ââ
The next day when Damian attended school he was on the watch for you. Once he found you, you greeted Damian as you usually did but as you got to class he noticed you seemed off. You were usually the more talkative out of the two of you but today you seemed distracted, almost nervous today.
When you got to lunch time and you and Damian sat down together he questioned âAre you okay? Youâre being quietâ. âOh⌠no Iâm fine I just got a lot to do, so just a bit stressed you knowâ you answered vaguely.
The fact that Damian had pointed it out, made you seem more focused and yourself, he assumed it was to not seem suspicious and make him ask more questions. Once the school day ended you were quick in saying goodbye to him before you got in to a car as your chauffeur took you home.
ââ
Later that night Nightwing and Robin grappled to the 4th floor of parking garage and started looking around. There were some cars parked there that they kept a watchful eye on in case any goons were hiding inside. Soon the two spotted a figure dressed in all black.
The figure was looking down to the streets below the garage. The two approached slowly ready to grab their weapons in case of an ambush. As they stopped behing the stranger he turned around.
Damian had been right there you were hidden in a black hoodie. Not something youâd usually wear but Damian understood it was for stealth purposes. And even then he thought black suited you well.
Dick however was caught slightly off guard a kid was the one who had made an emergency call to the WatchtowerâŚ
âThanks for meeting meâ you said, your voice cautious as you looked around to see no one would hear you. âSo, what do you know?â Nightwing asked.
âI think that Batman was taken by the criminal, Roulette, ever heard of her?â you started. âYeah, sheâs the one who runs those illegal cansinos, what makes you think sheâs behind this?â Dick asked.
âI⌠have sources who work closely with herâ you said Robin and Nightwing noticing the slight hesitation in your voice. âThey say sheâs advertising a special event with her superhero cage fights that started around the same time Batman went missingâ you explained.
âAny idea where she might have taken him?â Robin spoke up, his voice throwing you off for a moment, Robin sounded kinda like Damian. You got back on track and answered âMy guess would be her casino in Las Vegas, itâs her biggest one, she holds all her major events there and I think sheâd make having captured Batman, a big eventâ.
You held out a flash drive in your hand and said âThis contains the layout of the Vegas casinoâ. Nightwing picked it up and said âThank you, youâve been very helpful to usâ.
âItâs the least I could do after all youâve all done for the cityâ you told him with a small smile. âI have to leave nowâ you told them. âGood luckâ you said walking off, you felt someone grab your shoulder.
Making you turn around being met with Robin. âYou shouldnât walk home alone, Itâs dangerous this late at night, someone should escort youâ he stated. You smiled at him. âDonât worry Iâm a tough boy, who can take care of himself, thanks for the offer thoughâ you stated, a teasing tone to your voice and you once more turned around and strolled off.
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Dick and Damian then started their drive home in the Batmobile. âI wonder what sources he had, hope heâs not mixed up in that crowd, he seemed pretty youngâ Dick said with a worried tone.
âThat was Y/n Sinclair, he probably got the info straight from Roulette herselfâ Damian revealed. âOh! That was your boyfriend? The one youâre âinvestigatingâ? He seemed nice, I like him, Good pickâ Dick stated.
âHeâs NOT my boyfriend!â Damian said annoyed.
âYou just offered to walk him homeâ Dick accused. Damian glared at his brother and said âJust to make sure he stays out of troubleâ.
ââŚRightâ Dick said not believing a single word Damian said.
#damian wayne x male reader#damian wayne x male!reader#robin x male reader#robin x male!reader#batfam x male reader#batfamily x male reader#batboys x male reader#dc x male reader#dc comics x male reader#justice league x male reader#batfam x male!reader#batfamily x male!reader#x male reader
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Hii, so I was thinking about enemies to lovers with gyuvin, where you just don't like each other and are always bickering. But one time it turns a bit sexual because he said you wouldn't be able to take him. So you decide to prove him wrong, but it backfires because you can't handle him and he just makes fun of you (a lot of dirtytalk). Thank you, I really liked your gyuvin fics so far! They are really good!
you expect a lot of things when you end up at kim gyuvinâs house for a school project: a huge headache, at least 3 arguments on how to execute a project, and zero work done.
what you donât expect, though? his tongue running through your folds, and your mind running away from the mere possibility that deep down, a sick part of you is enjoying being at his disposal.
âtold you you couldnât take this,â he briefly lifts his head away from the center of your thighs to show off a grin you wish you could wipe off. you wince at the sight of his lips coated in your juices and crucify yourself for being even a bit aroused by someone you consider an utter bastard.
âi havenât come yet. donât get ahead of yourself,â you manage to retort, deliberately avoiding eye contact. after all, youâre a hater, not a liar, and it would be a lie to say that his mid-oral sex visuals donât make you feel things.
as soon as you finish that sentence, he buries his impossibly tiny head into your core with a new sense of hunger. you thank your lucky stars that he had the decency to keep your call on mute, because the sounds he makes while eating your pussy feel intentional, but you still canât help but feel like youâre both at the risk of being found out.
if you hate the mere thought of that, gyuvin seems to love it as he goes down harder on you. refusing to make any more sounds and give him that satisfaction, you react in the form of tugging at his hair instead whenever he hits the right spots.
gyuvin lets his index finger graze your clit, while his nose is all but buried in your folds. âwhy canât you run your mouth now, huh?â he taunts you again, putting a halt to his devouring. you think youâre free, that you put up a good fight that youâve won since he did all that and still didnât get an orgasm out of you, but he pulls out his throbbing hard-on from the grey sweatpants youâve always been wanting off, and you wish you could melt into his bed and disappear.
âwhy the long face, babe? you said you could take anything iâd give you,â gyuvin says, stroking experimentally at his cock, signaling what you should be anticipating next. âarenât you obsessed with winning against me? you canât exactly do that when youâre scared,â a significantly obnoxious thrust into his hand âof this.â
when gyuvinâs balls deep inside you, all you can do is throw an arm to cover your face and act like youâre not having the best sex of your life. every thrust is harder than the last one, and heâs just so, so big thereâs no inch inside you that doesnât feel his length and girth. save for a couple of accidental moans heâs definitely taking note of, you stay quiet as he fucks you. you act like itâs a form of refusal to his cockiness, when all you do is comply and take what he gives you almost pathetically.
âyou win,â gyuvin says as he places his cock in your mouth just in time for him to come inside it. âi didnât know you could be such a good girl, though, just taking anything iâd give you like a pliant slut.â more drops of cum find their way on your lips. âthereâs always more i can make you take, though.â gyuvinâs hands all over you feel like a dangerous sign, and you can feel him start to prop you up in the spirit of simply taking more from him, but at least you donât need to put up a fight anymore.
#gyuvin smut#kim gyuvin smut#zb1 hard hours#zb1 smut#zerobaseone hard hours#zerobaseone smut#gyuvin hard hours#gyuvin x reader#kim gyuvin x reader
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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8
Hunter. Hunted. Predator. Prey. It's all the same when you know how it ends right? Let the game begin.
Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, Skz!Pack, skz!abo, Poly!skz, omegaverse abo, a/b/o, ot8, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, femreader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, ateez, ateez!pack, atiny, skz fluff, skz smut, primal play, primal skz
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Warnings: Primal Play, CNC, Choking, Unprotected Sex, Delayed After Care
Title: Catch Me if You Can
âTheyâre going to fucking murder us once they find out about this, you know.âÂ
Yeosang effortlessly avoids a stubborn root breaking through the running trail, and matches your pace once more, his feet pounding on the pavement a distinct echo of your own.Â
âYou worry too much.â You puff out, glancing down at your watch, taking note of the time and distance.Â
Yeosang shoots you a glare, shifting slightly to allow you to follow the curve of the path. âI worry just the right amount, thank you very much.â He retorts back, checking his own watch with a brief downward flick of his eyes. âYou, on the contrary, donât worry enough.âÂ
You roll your eyes at your best friend, giving him a slightly exasperated, amused twist of your lips in response.Â
âIâm going to take that as a compliment.âÂ
âIt wasnât.â He immediately deadpans back, picking up the pace a bit as the final stretch of your run comes into view.Â
You match him easily, your wolf reveling in stretching its legs.Â
Speeding up just enough to get in front of him, you turn and jog backward a few steps, offering him what you hope is a pleading look, batting your eyes for extra good measure.Â
âPlease, Sangie? For me, baby? Mommy really wants this one.â Your voice is a whine, and you donât miss the way he grimaces at your words.Â
âEw. Youâre disgusting. Donât ever call yourself mommy ever again.âÂ
He shoves past you and makes a sprint for the parking lot.Â
You grin, and follow after him, calling out loud enough to be heard over your pounding footsteps, âSo is that a yes then?âÂ
âFuck you!â Yeosang calls back over his shoulder, giving you the middle finger without looking in your direction.Â
Your grin grows wider.Â
Youâre going to take that as a yes.
**************
You push through the door into the apartment and are immediately met with the smell of something cooking.Â
Your stomach growls at the thought of food-Minhoâs food- and you kick off your sneakers with a thud against the entryway hall, wincing slightly as they leave a scuff on the plaster.Â
Jeongin appears on his way to the living room, hoisting a backpack over his shoulder, and when he catches sight of you, he pauses, taking in your running outfit, the sheen of sweat on your skin.Â
âHow many?â He asks without preamble, grinning at you.Â
âTwelve.â You answer back with an arch of your brow and a smug smirk, and he steps toward you to give you a fist bump, knuckles meeting your own.Â
âNice.â He grins wider, nodding his head.Â
âJesus Christ.â Jisung, who has just appeared in the doorway behind Jeongin, mutters beneath his breath at your words, as if the very thought of running twelve miles is utterly revolting to him.Â
âWhoa.â Changbin practically runs into the halted Jeongin and Jisung as he enters, and the small front hallway is beginning to feel more and more packed by the second. âI was unaware we were having a pack meeting by the front door.âÂ
âWeâre not.â Jisung chirps, herding Jeongin toward the living room. âJust saying hi to noona.âÂ
Changbin pats the youngest on the head affectionately as he slips by him, and then proceeds to lean over to grab his shoes, already dressed for the gym, his duffle bag hanging loosely off one shoulder.Â
You move to allow him access to the closet, and suddenly, he freezes, eyes flicking up to your own.Â
You stare at him, unsure of whatâs happening, and then he promptly drops his gym bag and straightens up, sneakers forgotten.Â
His hand goes against the wall beside your head, and he leans into you, fingers gripping your chin, pupils suddenly wide and dark.Â
âYou smell fucking incredible.â He murmurs, voice on the edge of a growl.Â
Suddenly, it clicks.Â
You give him the hint of a smug smirk. âI just got back from a run.âÂ
Changbin groans, as if heâs heavily considering the pros and cons of controlling himself, and then grits out, âGod, I love when you go running.âÂ
His fingers tighten on your chin, and he angles your head to expose your throat, before he leans over and licks one long stripe up the side of your neck with an expert, rough swipe of his tongue.Â
Everything inside of you turns to jelly.Â
âFuck, you taste fucking incredible too.â He growls, lips brushing against the underside of your jaw with every word.Â
âOh, fuck me.â Hyunjin groans in obvious disgust, appearing in the empty doorway, a pair of headphones in one hand, his painting supplies in the other.Â
Heâs clearly referencing the swirl of alpha pheromones currently drenching the entryway, not to mention, Changbinâs mouth still on your skin, and his very clear erection pressed between the two of you.Â
âI would love nothing more.â Chan replies cheekily, appearing behind the disgruntled Hyunjin, giving him an affectionate pat on the head as he pushes past the clearly annoyed omega. âBut later, Jinnie. Bin and I are late for the studio.â Changbin sighs and rolls his eyes heavenward at Chanâs words, pulling back from you reluctantly as the head alpha leans between the two of you to grab his shoes, either completely oblivious to the tension or blatantly choosing to ignore it.Â
âGod fucking dammit.â The other alpha curses beneath his breath, and you swear you see Chan hide a smile.Â
âCâmon, Bin. We have shit to work on. We gotta get it done.âÂ
Changbin groans and leans over to grab his bag with jerky irritated movements. âYouâre a fucking cockblocker to the fullest, hyung.âÂ
âItâs his proudest title.â Hyunjin interjects with a sweet smile and bat of his lashes in Chanâs direction, as he moves past the three of you to reach for his jacket.Â
You giggle, and Chan shoots you an exasperated look, Changbin looking up at the sound.Â
Chan turns to Hyunjin to say something in response, and Changbin takes the momentary distraction to step toward you once more, his eyes darkening and his posture growing threatening.Â
His fingers pinch your chin, tighter than before, and you resist the urge to whine, as he leans in close to your lips, the scent of smoke filling your nose.Â
âTonight. At the game. Youâre mine.â His growled words send heat directly between your legs, wet and warm, but you try to remain stoic, giving him an innocent look as you inquire back sweetly, âWhat if weâre on the same team?âÂ
Gold flickers across his irises, and his lips pull back in the start of a growl to reveal sharp canines.Â
âWe wonât be. Iâll make sure of it.âÂ
You swallow hard, and give a little nod, your alpha fully baring its throat to him now that heâs dropped his tone into alpha timber.Â
Changbin releases you, satisfied, and gives you one last long dangerous look, adjusting himself in his sweats while holding your gaze, before he reluctantly follows Chan out the front door.Â
*********
âGod, weâre so fucking dead.â Yeosang mutters beside you, jiggling his leg nervously, so hard that the log youâre currently sitting on vibrates.Â
You reach out a hand and tamp down his knee, giving him a pointed stare.Â
âWill you stop that?â You hiss out the side of your mouth, eyes darting around to the surrounding pack members, all lost in their own conversations as they wait for the game to start. âThis is the last fucking time I ask you to be my accomplice.âÂ
âGood.â Yeosang whips right back beneath his breath, glaring sidelong at you. âI rather prefer myself breathing, thank you very much, and after this, Seonghwa-hyung is gonna skin me alive.âÂ
You roll your eyes at his dramatics and dig your nails into his knee, so hard he winces and shoots you another outraged glower.Â
âRelax, Sangie. How bad could it possibly go?âÂ
âI fucking hate you, you know that?âÂ
You give him a wicked grin and blow him a cheeky kiss, to which he responds with a middle finger, just as Seungmin steps into the light of the bonfire youâre all gathered around.Â
As the unofficial officiator of the games, his long fingers are already full of black and white scrunchies.Â
The beta pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the back of his hand, and glances around at all of you with a serious expression.Â
Everyone is quiet now, the banter from earlier dying down and giving way to anticipatory tension.Â
âRules are as they always are.â Seungmin starts, his voice carrying over all of you, drifting into the dark, silence of the wood beyond.Â
The fire crackles loudly, and a log pops before disintegrating into glowing red coals.Â
The wave of ensuing smoke reminds you of Changbin, and you glance across to him to find him already watching you, eyes dark and endless.Â
Predatory.Â
A shiver goes down your spine.Â
âHowever-â Seungmin clears his throat, and beside you, Yeosang tenses up.
The smell of rotting driftwood assaults your senses.Â
God, heâs going to fucking give it away before the game even begins.Â
Seungminâs gaze drifts to you, but it doesnât linger, skirting to Yeosang and then beyond.Â
Heâs a master at poker face, itâs why heâd been chosen as the referee for the games in the first place, never giving anything away.Â
â-an anonymous party has requested a caveat of sorts, and I have agreed.âÂ
There is some murmuring among the omegas to your left, but your gaze is locked on Seungmin, every muscle in your body suddenly bunched.Â
Your wolf paces impatiently, ready to run.Â
A slight smirk twitches on Seungminâs lips.Â
âAfter all, anything to make the game a little more unpredictable, am I right?â Beside you, Yeosang groans.Â
âBut first-â Seungmin backtracks, and you hear a few other pack members groan at the anticlimactic drag out. â-come and get your scrunchies.âÂ
Everyone stands in a bustle of motion, converging on Seungmin, hands eagerly grabbing markers confidently.Â
You step forward, reaching for one of the black predator scrunchies in the betaâs left hand, when someone knocks your hand away, fingers going tightly around your wrist.Â
You know who it is without looking, yet you glance over anyway, seeing Changbin scowling at you, his expression fiery.Â
âNot you.â He growls, before he takes the scrunchie you were reaching for and slides the black fabric around his own wrist.Â
You stare at him, but he doesnât let you go, reaching across your joined arms for a prey marker instead, nodding to Seungmin, before he snaps the white scrunchie around your free arm, tugging you toward him with the same motion.
You stumble, and your free hand braces against his chest so you donât fall into him completely, though you know he could hold you up easily.
His eyes are so dark, that you swear you can see the lack of reflection in them.Â
âLike I said,â He rumbles dangerously, and the sound vibrates in his chest, through your fingers, and instantly makes you swallow. âYouâre mine.âÂ
The brat inside of you rears its head, and you smirk up at him confidently.Â
âIf you can catch me.âÂ
Something feral flashes across Changbinâs eyes at your taunting, and he bares his teeth, a growl starting low in his chest.Â
âI donât think youâre understanding me, little one.â He purrs warningly, fingers tightening their hold on your wrist, making your pulse race beneath his fingertips.
He leans down, and his nose brushes your own, his voice dropping impossibly low and deep.Â
More animal, less man.Â
âYouâre. Mine.âÂ
He releases you, and you stumble back, head swimming, wolf suddenly very much ready, and he gives you one last, long dark look, before he retreats to the predator side of the fire, sitting down beside Chan.Â
You catch your breath, and return to sit beside Yeosang, who is nervously playing with his own white scrunchie.Â
âThat looked intense.â He remarks, and it takes you a minute to realize heâs talking about Changbin.Â
âYeah.â You manage to get out, still slightly breathless, more than a little turned on. Your inner thighs are already wet. âJust a little.âÂ
Across the fire, you can feel Changbinâs gaze boring into you.Â
Your attention is drawn back to Seungmin as he drops his now empty hands, crossing his arms over his chest as he regards you all once more.Â
âNow. As for the caveat-â His gaze sweeps to the predator side of the fire, and Yeosang gulps audibly from beside you.Â
âTonight, predators are not allowed scent blockers.âÂ
Chaos ensues.Â
Beside you, the rest of the prey glances between each other with wide eyes, whispering and murmuring.Â
Across the fire, the predators are in shambles.Â
âWhat? Thatâs bullshit!â San shoots to his feet.Â
Wooyoung cackles gleefully from somewhere beside Felix.Â
Seungmin holds out his hands to either side, looking annoyed with the commotion.Â
âEveryone shut up, Iâve spent the time going over this additional rule, and I think itâs well allowed in this instance-âÂ
Your eyes drift across the crest of the fire without permission to Changbin, who hasnât moved since the announcement, seated silently beside Chan, a frozen statue amidst the chaos.Â
He arches a brow when he catches your gaze, and something in his slightly amused, impressed expression clearly inquires silently, your doing?Â
You canât bite back the grin that threatens your lips, as you give a slight, silent shrug in response.Â
Try to catch me now, predator.Â
âOh fuck, he knows.â Yeosang squeaks from beside you, and you glance over to your friend, before following his terrified gaze across the bonfire to Seonghwa, who is staring down the other alpha with nothing less than murder in his dark eyes.
You pat him unhelpfully on the shoulder.Â
âRIP.âÂ
Yeosang glares at you. âYou better fucking speak at my funeral.âÂ
You grin. âNo promises.âÂ
He curses, and mutters another string of insults beneath his breath, but your gaze is drawn back to that of a certain alpha sitting across the fire, completely nonplussed and completely focused on you.Â
Fuck, tonight was going to be fun.Â
âPrey.â Seungmin calls out, and you snap your gaze back to him, now holding a large open jar of what looks to be vaseline, but is really scent blocking gel, in his outstretched hand. âCome cover up.âÂ
You grin, and pat Yeosang on the back once more for good measure before rising to your feet, ignoring his pointed look of death in your general direction.Â
Yeah. Tonight was going to be really fun.Â
*******
It had started to drizzle shortly after you entered the forest.Â
Prey got their precursory fifteen second head start, and you had used it wisely, breaking immediately for the eastern edge of the boundaries, where you knew a small stream was banked by steep walls and thick foliage.Â
You may have the advantage of wearing scent blockers, but any and all advantages stopped there.Â
Changbin was bound to hunt you like a bloodhound on a scent, and you needed to get to that water fast, washing away your scent trail and footsteps, your sneakers already beginning to sink into the gathering mud, leaving behind a clear path.
You reach the stream in record time, and survey your surroundings, debating the easiest way to make your way down the steep embankment.Â
The rain is pouring now, drenching your clothes and making them heavy, your line of sight severely compromised as the fog starts to roll in.Â
A crack of lightning over head startles you, making you flinch, and consequently, lose your precarious footing.Â
With a yelp, you slip in the mud and go down, tumbling violently down the embankment and into the stream, which is engorged and rapid with the oncoming downfall.Â
âFuck.â You curse, the cold water of the stream instantly making you shiver, your clothes even heavier and wetter than before, as you struggle to right yourself and crawl to the bank of the stream, the rocks slipping beneath your hands.Â
The clay that lines the stream is soupy now, thick and breaking off between your fingers, and you swear again as you scrabble to get a grip good enough to pull yourself up.Â
Thatâs when you hear it-the sound of a branch cracking, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the rain.Â
You instantly freeze, ignoring the mud covering your hands, the freezing water slipping over your legs.Â
Another snap of foliage, closer now, and you suck in a breath, trying not to panic, as you glance around for somewhere in the stream bed to hide.Â
And then you see a pair of large, dark eyes staring at you wildly from the midst of a thicket only a few feet away, the panic clear in the familiar caramel irises.Â
Jeongin.Â
Without thinking, you roll your body across the little bit of embankment separating you, and drop down into the middle of the thicket beside him.Â
Youâre breathing heavily, your clothes drooping from your limbs with the weight of the water, and the branches scratched you mercilessly on the way in, but beside that, youâre hidden.Â
And thatâs all that matters.Â
A footstep sounds above you, on the edge of the upper embankment, out of your view, and Jeongin stiffens beside you.Â
If you could scent him right now, you would bet the small safety of the bush youâre currently hiding in would smell strongly of burning bread and too much cinnamon.Â
Instead, a wave of roses tickles your nose, and then, the faint whiff of amber.Â
Fuck, you shouldâve known theyâd be hunting together.Â
Another footstep, and then you hear Seonghwa say in a soft voice, âClever prey. Using the water and the storm to their advantage.â
âMm.â Thatâs Minhoâs voice, humming low in agreement. âBut we knew they were clever already, didnât we?âÂ
Seonghwa chuckles, more of a purr, and it has your hackles rising. âI guess we did.âÂ
âStill-â Minho muses, and you see a sneaker come into view, dropping over the steep cut off of the embankment you fell down only minutes before.Â
Beside you, Jeongin cowers back, his eyes large and dark, pupils blown.Â
A whimper escapes his lips as Minho draws closer, and you slide your hand over his mouth quickly, silencing him, as you give him a pointed, wordless stare, your own body tensed and ready to run.Â
Minhoâs muddy sneaker is dangling right in front of your hiding place now, and Jeongin is shaking.
â-I wonder how far theyâre really willing to go.âÂ
There is the sound of a branch breaking, and then the sneaker disappears from sight, before you hear the two alphas resume walking away from you.Â
Once you canât smell even a hint of roses or amber any longer, you allow yourself to collapse back into the mud, removing your tightly clamped hand from Jeonginâs mouth.Â
He has red marks from your fingers dug into his full cheeks, and his eyes are still wide and terrified, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.Â
âFuck.â He breathes out, shuddering on the exhale. âThat was close.âÂ
âYeah.â You give a quick, curt nod, and glance up at the dark sky through the branches of your hiding spot, judging how much time has passed.Â
Changbin would be hot on your trail by now. You donât have much time.Â
âWe should go.â You give Jeongin a serious look, and he nods, swallowing, his throat bobbing, before you both push free from the branches of the thicket.Â
Your sneakers fill with water once more as you emerge into the open, stepping into the stream.Â
âHead off and Iâll go the opposite direction from you. Weâre too vulnerable if we stick together.âÂ
Jeongin nods again, clenching his fists, his small frame still shivering, and doggedly begins jogging away from you, staying in the creek for several meters, before you see him grab for an outreaching root and pull himself up the embankment and out of sight on the other side.Â
Letting out a steadying breath, you take off in the opposite direction.
When youâre far enough down stream that you can no longer see the spot where Jeongin disappeared, you leap up the embankment, the mud crumbling beneath your feet, as you slip your way upward, grabbing for a low hanging branch as your foot slides out from under you once more.Â
You ignore the burn of the rough bark tearing into your palms, heaving yourself upward quickly and quietly, feet finally landing on the somewhat steady lip that juts out before the drop into the stream below.Â
Itâs still pouring, and you swipe a hand across your forehead to clear the dripping water from your vision, even as your newly torn skin stings in protest.Â
Swiping your palms on your wet pants, ignoring the burn as you do so, you take off at a light sprint, following the line of the stream further and further away from Jeongin, and where youâd last heard Seonghwa and Minho.Â
Itâs tough going, the mud sucking at your feet with every step, the rain soaking your clothes until theyâre so heavy they feel like lead attached to your limbs, and youâre panting by the time you reach some sort of clearing, carefully checking your surroundings before stepping out into the open from the safety of the tree line.Â
The ground is soup here, sinking when you take a careful step forward, the mud quickly rising up around your calf as your shoe disappears from sight.Â
You swear, and are debating whether to try to double back and skirt around the sink hole type clearing, losing precious time, or just doggedly continue forward, when you smell it.Â
Smoke.Â
It burns your nostrils, your throat with every heaving breath inward, sharp and acidic, and fuck, heâs close.Â
You hear the sound of a branch snap directly behind you, and without thinking, you throw yourself forward into the clearing.Â
The mud is trying to slow you down, but you leap forward, ignoring the pull on your sneakers, the burn in your calf muscles.Â
You lunge forward with wild abandon, anything to put some distance between the two of you, and then you feel it, cold fingers snaking around your muddy ankle.Â
You go down with a shriek, narrowly avoiding landing on your face by catching yourself on your aching palms, flailing in the pool of muck, and as you scrabble to grab something, anything, in front of you to try and drag yourself from his hold, the mud does nothing but break into thick, wet chunks beneath your fingers.Â
Changbin flips you so youâre on your back, staring up at him, chest heaving, and pins you to the ground, his knees going down heavily on your legs, one of his hands looping around both your wrists and tugging them up into the mud above your head.Â
Youâre both breathing hard, and it gives you a moment of satisfaction to know you put up a good fight.Â
âGot you.â Changbin growls, leaning over close to your ear, his eyes so dark they could swallow you whole.Â
Thereâs only wolf behind those eyes, predator, and the thought makes your legs instantly turn to something akin to jelly.Â
You stare up at him, silent, and watch him take in the way the mud must be streaking your face, the bloody skin of your palms in his hold.Â
âHonestly, you made this too easy for me, itâs like you wanted to be caught.â He purrs, lips lifting into a slight smirk, dark and menacing.Â
âWhat if I did?â You fire back instantly, defiance rearing its head at his taunting.Â
Changbin arches a brow, eyes flashing. His fingers pinch your wrists, and you resist the urge to wince.Â
âThen Iâd say, little one, that you donât know what youâre in for.âÂ
Fuck.Â
The human part of you desperately wants to give in, desperately wants to be caught, but the louder, more dominant wolf side of you is telling you to run, to resist, to give him what he so obviously wants.Â
What you both want.Â
A fight.Â
His free hand slides down your side, finding the soaked waistband of your leggings, and his fingers curl around the elastic as his swirling golden eyes meet your own.Â
Every muscle in your body tenses.Â
His cold fingers touch your equally chilled skin, and he shifts slightly, hovering some of his weight so that he can begin to tug down your leggings.Â
Itâs the moment you need.Â
Kicking out, you throw him off balance, and he releases you in surprise, giving you just enough time to slither out from beneath his body and make one more last attempt to escape him, scrabbling on hands and knees through the mud to try and regain your footing.Â
You barely make it three feet before you feel his fingers close around your ankle once more, dragging you back through the mud toward him easily, instantly halting your forward progress.Â
Swearing and spitting like a cornered cat, you fight him the entire way, fingers clawing trails into the mud, until heâs got you back beneath him, pinned down, staring down at you triumphantly.Â
Youâre both panting again, covered head to toe in mud, and the adrenaline is pumping intoxicatingly through your veins, making everything white hot to the touch.
âFuck you.â You spit up at him, baring your teeth and glaring him down, writhing in his iron grasped hold.Â
Changbin grins, sharp teeth flashing white against the streaks of mud on his face, and arches a brow, sitting atop you nonchalantly, as if he hasnât just battled you for every last inch.Â
âNormally, Iâm into that, and Iâd let you.â He acquiesces, his smile dropping into something closer to a dangerous, threatening smirk, as he leans down to put his lips against your ear. âBut right now, prey, Iâm going to be the only one doing the fucking.âÂ
His fingers find your waistband once more, and this time, he doesnât hesitate, ripping the fabric down your legs in one swift motion, baring your skin to the elements, and his gaze.Â
He sits back, admiring you openly, as your skin begins to pebble beneath the cold rain, the mud oozing between your now naked thighs.Â
âI can smell it on you, you know.â He muses, eyes never leaving your body, expression growing hungry. âYou may not give yourself away like an omega, but your arousal is still palpable.âÂ
As if to show you, he swipes a sudden hand up between your legs, and you jolt at the contact, his fingers cold on the place where youâre most hot.Â
âSee?â He holds up his hand, and arches a brow, and his fingers glisten, even in the darkness.Â
âThat could just be rain.â You argue back halfheartedly, because honestly, seeing Changbin with your arousal all over his fingers is doing something weird to your brain.Â
âOh?â He murmurs, brow arching even further into the line of his dark, wet curls, as if heâs challenging you to continue.Â
âYeah.â You nod weakly, your body starting to lose its fight against him.Â
Itâs fucking hard to resist him when heâs between your legs, showing you your traitorous bodyâs reaction to him, his own arousal pressing into you from beneath the wet, dark material of his gray sweats.Â
Without dropping your gaze, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and cleans them off with one long swipe of his tongue.Â
Your brain short circuits.Â
Fuck.Â
Me.Â
He seems to know he has you, lips quirking upward into the hint of a twisted, triumphant smirk.Â
âI can assure you, itâs not rain, little one.âÂ
He leans over, his chest brushing yours with each heaving breath.Â
His eyes are entirely black pupil, laced with swirling, hot gold.Â
âNow.â He hums, knocking apart your knees with his own, baring you completely for him. His free hand, the one he licked clean, moving to the waistband of his own sweats.Â
âBe a good little prey, and let the predator have his reward, hm? After all-â He frees himself from the wet fabric of his sweatpants, and you resist the urge to let your eyes trail downward, swallowing hard. â-I did catch you.âÂ
âI made it easy on purpose.â You gasp out, the words hitching, as he trails himself slowly up and down your inner thighs.Â
The corner of his mouth lifts with amusement, but he doesnât look up, watching the way your body openly reacts to what heâs doing.Â
âDid you?â He muses, almost to himself, beneath his breath.Â
Your whole body trembles beneath him.Â
âI donât believe that.â He continues, voice a low murmur, almost a rumble, in his chest. He reaches up and turns over one of your trapped palms, baring the bleeding, torn skin. His gaze meets your own, and his eyes are dark, dangerous.Â
Something low swoops in your belly.Â
âIf youâre going to lie to me, little one, at least make it worth it.âÂ
You open your mouth to retort something smart in return, when, without warning, Changbin slams his hips forward and sheaths himself inside of you.
You cry out, stars exploding behind your eyes, back arching and muscles spasming, and Changbinâs hand comes around your throat, pinning you to the muddy ground, his fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to have the nails breaking the surface.Â
âDonât move.â He commands, voice strained, the arm thatâs holding himself up, hovering over you, beginning to shake slightly. âYou donât have all of it yet.âÂ
Fuck.Â
Youâre whimpering, youâre aware of it, but you canât stop, as he leans forward, releasing his breath slowly, and, stretching you to the max, finishes fitting himself inside you.Â
He lets out a shuddering breath. âFuck.âÂ
You feel your muscles relax slowly, one by one, adjusting, and Changbin slowly releases his hold on your throat, finger by finger, until you can breathe again.Â
âBreathe, baby.â Changbin admonishes in an almost soft tone, as if he can tell what youâre thinking, and you take in a few ragged breaths, whining and writhing when the movement has him rubbing against all the right places. âGood girl.âÂ
He starts to move then, bucking his hips into your own, and you swear to god, you black out, whimpering and clawing at his chest through his hoodie like an animal in heat.Â
âGod, look at you, taking me so well.âÂ
The praise has you reaching out, clawing at the muddy ground, trying to gain more friction.Â
âBin, I need-â You gasp, breath hitching, as he hits a good spot, and you both simultaneously groan.Â
He pauses, reaching up to wrap his fingers beneath your jaw, forcing you to focus on him, meet his gaze.Â
His eyes are darker than the storm clouds brewing angrily overhead, and you vaguely have the thought that the gold swirling in his irises matches the flash of the lightning sparking above the trees.Â
âI know what you need, little one. I donât need you to tell me.âÂ
You roll your bottom lip between your teeth, and finally nod, your muddy hands coming up to fist in the front of his dirty, wet hoodie, your nails itching to feel his bare skin.Â
Changbin must take it as a wordless acknowledgement, because he moves again, his hips hitting yours, and you get the black spots in your vision once more as you cry out.Â
âNow.â His hand closes a little more tightly around your throat, making your air reedy, your heart pound. Adrenaline is making you feel like youâre lightheaded, and youâre so close, even with just this-
Changbin smirks down at you, a predator. âHold still, and let me devour you.â He leans over, and his teeth make contact with your mating mark, sinking into the sensitive flesh there, and you mewl, scrabbling for a hold on his sweatshirt, as he picks up his pace with renewed vigor, pounding into you relentlessly.Â
It doesnât take long.Â
The adrenaline has you both on a knifeâs edge, ready to topple with the slightest breath, and it seems like merely moments before your vision is exploding once more, and youâre gasping his name as you come, clenching around him.Â
Changbin follows you over the edge with a roar, and youâre both left panting, sweat mixing with the rain, mud mingling on your sticky skin.Â
Thunder rumbles overhead, as Changbin catches his breath, looming over you, dark curls tumbling over his forehead, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stares down at you.Â
Your whole body feels numb and satiated, and your eyes feel heavy.Â
He rolls off of you, plopping down into the mud beside you, and you both just breathe for a moment, staring up at the turbulent sky.Â
Finally you feel his fingers curl around your wrist, and rolling your head so you can look at him, you see him lift his own muddy hand to his lips, pulling the dirty black scrunchie off with his teeth, before he slides it over your own hand, onto your wrist beside the once white marker.Â
He lets your hands flop back down between you unceremoniously, but keeps his fingers curled tightly around your own.Â
âThere. I think you earned that.âÂ
You watch the way his chest rises and falls with his ragged breathing, feeling eerily and utterly content in this moment, the storm pouring down on you from above, Changbinâs seed dripping slowly down the inside of your thighs.Â
Feeling your gaze, he glances over at you, lips pulling into the hint of a smile, before he pushes himself up beside you and his gaze travels to your bare, dirty legs.Â
He cocks his head, and glances to where he discarded your leggings earlier, a strange look on his face.Â
You sit up with effort, and reach for the article of clothing, balling it into your hand to begin to rub away the juices still clinging to your skin, when Changbin stops you with a hand on your wrist.Â
You glance up at him curiously, and his eyes flash gold in the dark.Â
âDonât clean up. I want you to walk out of here knowing youâre mine, and feeling that reminder run down your legs all the way back to the house.âÂ
You stare at him, and the corner of your mouth ticks upward.Â
âWhat about the rest of the pack?âÂ
Changbin shrugs, standing, before he leans over to offer you a hand up.
His own lips curve into the hint of a self satisfied smirk, and if you hadnât just come so hard you were still feeling slightly dizzy, you wouldâve begged him to go another round. Â
âFuck them. I want them to know too. I want everyone to know.â
You find-as he helps steady you so you can step back into your wet, filthy pants-that you donât mind that idea one single bit. Â
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Youâre shivering so badly that it makes turning on the shower a more difficult task than it should be.Â
The adrenaline had finally worn off in the car home, and once youâd stepped inside and felt the warmth of the waiting house, your body had suddenly decided enough was enough.Â
You needed to get out of these clothes and into a warm shower as quickly as humanly possible.Â
Stripping had been nearly impossible, the drenched fabric sticking to your skin, your trembling fingers struggling with every single closure, but you had managed it, and now, finally turning on the hot water, you can see the end at the light of the tunnel.Â
It includes a hot shower, a warm bed, and as much of Minhoâs leftovers as you can stand.Â
The door to the bathroom creaks open, letting in a cool stream of air that makes you shiver, and you glance over your shoulder, watching as Changbin enters, shutting the door quietly behind him.Â
He, unlike you, is still wearing his drenched outfit from the game earlier, dripping muddy rain water onto the floor as he regards you through the foggy, steamed air of the bathroom.Â
âHi?â You question, adjusting the stream and temperature of the water, shooting him a curious look over your shoulder.Â
He doesnât answer, stepping toward you as you straighten up from adjusting the water, his fingers going to your chin and locking you in place beneath his gaze.Â
You stare up at him, lips slightly parted, and resist the urge to wipe a streak of mud from his cheekbone.Â
âI needed to make sure you were okay.â He states softly, dark eyes flicking over your face, down the bare expanse of your body.Â
Youâre caught off guard, still staring at him as he raises a finger to wipe some mud from beneath your jaw.Â
âI was rough with you earlier. My alpha got a little out of control.â He admits, reaching up to thumb the corner of your mouth.Â
You trap his hand against your face, relishing the warmth of his skin against your own.Â
âI like it rough.â The corner of his mouth flickers upward, and a muscle in his jaw ticks.Â
âI know.â
You breathe out, intertwining your fingers with his, and reach up to finally wipe away the streak of muck on his cheek.Â
âIâm fine.â You assure softly, holding his gaze.Â
He takes in a shuddering breath, gaze flicking down your body once more, and then to the running, waiting shower, before he glances back to you, expression softening slightly.Â
He runs his thumb over your lips, tracing the soft skin.Â
âI need to make sure. Please?âÂ
You stare at him for another beat, and then nod, slowly pulling him toward the shower with you, as he reaches down with his free hand to strip off his hoodie and then his sweats.Â
Stepping into the warm water, your body shudders with relief, your tired, sore muscles instantly relaxing, as you lean into the pressure of the stream.Â
Changbin shuts the door behind the two of you, and immediately moves to assess you, his large, warm hands running over every inch of your body.Â
You let him do it, sensing itâs something he needs at this moment.Â
He tilts your head back with a commanding finger under your chin, his eyes roving over your face, gaze flickering down to the broken skin where his nails dug into your throat, the bruising mark of his teeth on your shoulder.Â
He runs gentle hands over each, pressing light kisses to the injuries, before moving on.Â
You feel your body slowly leaving fight or flight mode, and sinking into the warmth, the safety, his embrace.Â
He kneels in front of you, hands on your hip bones, and lets his fingers lightly trace over some of the bruising along your ribs and sides-courtesy of your little struggle-before he kisses them as well, lips featherlight and warm.Â
He turns over your palms, one by one, and dots kisses along the lines of scratches that mark the skin.
You bury your fingers in his dark curls, and tug slightly, and when he looks up at you, you give him the hint of a smile.Â
âSee? Told you Iâm fine.âÂ
âMmm.â He hums beneath his breath in acknowledgement, as you gently scratch his scalp, your fingers disappearing into the curls.Â
He leans forward, pressing his forehead to your stomach, and wraps his arms around your waist.Â
You stay like that-playing with his hair, frozen in his embrace-as the warm water continues to pour down from above.Â
Finally, Changbin pushes himself to his feet, releasing you, and leans forward, capturing your lips with his own.Â
You moan slightly as his teeth graze your bottom lip, and he pulls back with a teasing smile, but his eyes are soft.Â
âI love you.â He says, voice low and affectionate beneath the sound of the water.Â
You grin and loop your arms around his neck. âI know.âÂ
He rolls his eyes at your teasing, but pushes you back against the cool marble of the shower wall with his body anyway.Â
You let your fingers card through his hair once more, down the strong lines of his chest, across the mating mark that scars his shoulder.Â
His fingers press, featherlight, into the bruise just above your hip bone.Â
âYours?â You ask quietly, glancing up at him.Â
âMine.â He replies back adamantly, before leaning in to kiss you again.
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