#I Really Want My Ex Boyfriend Back Please Help Jaw-Dropping Useful Tips

[nymphbnny]

my slut

MINORS DNI // 18+

genre: NSFW

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

tags/warnings: degradation, slapping, spit kink, breeding kink, solo masturbation (female), dom jean, oral receiving (female), penetrative sex, saliva, slight size kink, explicit language, finger sucking, fingering, spanking.

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: jean gets jealous about an old ex you bump into on your date together. after multiple attempts to get his attention, you decide to show him that you only belong to him by being his submissive slut.

“Oh, fucking Christ Jean what’s the matter with you! You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we left that goddam restaurant, not to mention the multiple times I reached out to grab your hand like I always do and you’d swat it away.” I yelled irritated by his childlike behavior as I stepped into the apartment we’ve been sharing together.

We never really found a hard time communicating whatever was bothering us, this was the way our relationship worked. Transparency and loyalty. But tonight Jean decided to frustrate me by simply disregarding my every move and word. Instead, he tugged at his tie, loosening it up, and undid the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Jean!” I shouted, smacking my hand on the marble counter beside me, almost kicking off the keys that were sitting on it. He briefly looked at me and hummed, a sign to cue me that he was listening to me.

“Why are you acting this way, stop behaving like that you don’t—“

“Oh but I fucking do y/n” he interrupted with a wryly chuckled. He slid his dress shirt off his chest and placed it over his shoulder. “I saw you back at the restaurant. When you went to the restroom and took too long to come back to our table, I went to check up on you and saw you chatting with your so-called ex-boyfriend and another guy.” He hissed, pointing his finger at my chest. His tall figure was now towering over me, his eyes looking down at me with anger.

I scoffed, pushing his finger away, and held the bridge of my nose. “Jean, I just bumped into him and he asked me how I was doing. He was being polite. Were you expecting me to just walk away?!” I waved my hand around and picked my heels from the floor.

“I didn’t say that. What I'm trying to say here is that you were enjoying yourself too much y/n. Is he that fucking funny? Eh? Look at me.” He groaned holding my chin with his fingers making me look up at him again.

“Jean, you're overreacting. I’m dating you, not him. You are the one who is balls deep in my pussy, not him.” I furrowed my eyebrows together, my tone getting louder. A spark of lust brushed through his eyes before he let go of me and walked to our bedroom. “Oh great!” I exclaimed, smacking my hands against my sides, my heels following my movements.

I followed him upstairs, and before I could say anything, he went into our bathroom and locked the door. Soon after, the sound of the water-filled the empty room, hinting that he was showering, without me.

I knew Jean was the jealous type. Although it makes him hotter sometimes, this time he was overdoing it. I decided to wait for him to get out so I can reason with him again. Jean was taking longer than normal to get out, which I concluded as payback for making him wait back at the restaurant. I huffed and threw my heels across the room, dropping my weight on our bed.

A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I might also be in the wrong. After all, I did make him wait for almost twenty minutes.

The bathroom door opened, the mirror now foggy. Jean stepped with only a towel around his waist and another around his neck. His body was still wet, tiny droplets cascading from his torso down his legs. He looked good.

He grabbed his hairbrush from the dresser and combed his long hair. Everything he did was effortlessly hot and pesky. He was walking around the room as if I wasn’t there and it was testing my patience. “Jean,” I called out but I received no answer. “Come on Jean please I just want to talk to you.” I pleaded. He turned around, now set down the hairbrush on the dresser, and took a step forward.

“I’m listening.” He simply said and walked to his closet to grab a pair of shorts.

“Jean I know you’re mad at me but you seriously have no reason to be, he doesn’t mean anything to me and you shouldn’t be worrying--” I was cut off when he dropped his towel down and reached out for a piece of clothing. I must have been silent for a while because he turned around and teasingly slid on his black shorts, giving me all the time I needed to stare at his cock. I knew he was doing it deliberately and I still fell for it. I couldn’t help it.

“Why’d you stop? Is anything distracting you?” he inquired with a cocky expression, his basketball shorts already on. He climbed on the bed next to me and lied down, his head resting against his forearm as he used his other hand to scroll down his phone. I rolled my eyes. “You know what, fuck you and your childish behaviors. I’m going to take a shower.” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom until he spoke up.

“Come here.” His tone was serious and low. I turned around and crossed my hands against my chest. “Oh so now you want to listen?” I scoffed and waited for his answer. “I said come here y/n, now.” he put his phone away and adjusted his posture so now he was sitting against the headboard. He tapped his hand on the mattress, mentioning me to sit next to him. Doing as I’m told, I climbed back on the bed and sat on my heels.

“That’s my slut,” he grabbed my jaw in his hand and pulled my face closer to him. “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight. I was about to give you something,” he paused, taking my hand and dragging it across his growing erection making me bite my lip, then proceeded “But I don’t think you deserve it anymore. Maybe he can fuck you better than I do.” he taunted and let go of me before sitting back again.

I knew he was trying to guilt-trip me, but I was too horny to hold a grudge. Instead, I took off my shirt, leaving my braless in front of him, and sat back on my back, holding myself up with my elbow. He seemed not to care as he kept reading whatever was on his phone but I had other plans.

I raised my skirt and pushed my thong aside. “Jean,” I called him out and sucked on my fingers. He glanced at me then at my pussy, slowly locking his phone. I dragged my middle and ring finger from my mouth to my clit, briefly stopping at my nipples to coat them with my saliva.

“You’re the only one who gets to see me like this.” I whimpered, the pads of my fingers rubbing against my bud, sending chills down my spine. I threw my head back, letting out a moan before looking back at him and adding, this time slipping one finger in. “You only get to feel this tight pussy.” He shifted in his seat, his erection becoming more visible. His eyes were now locked on my glistening cunt as it began making noises from how wet I was.

“Look how wet you make me.” I stretched myself adding another finger, gently moving them in and out of my opening. My moans grew a bit louder, his hand now pressed against his boner. He gave it a few rubs before he moved towards me and pulled my hand away from myself. He dragged me closer to him and turned my body around, pulling my hips up.

Soon after, I felt a stinging pain against the flesh of my butt. I yelped and tried to look around to see what he was using this time. But then I remembered the wet towel that was resting around his neck. This fucker. Another sharp sting quickly followed, making me jerk my body forward.

“Still want to act like a brat?” he asked, this time spreading my legs to have access to my throbbing cunt. He chuckled and dragged the towel between my cheeks, sending another electrifying spank. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you? You brainless slut.” I nodded, receiving a few more spanks before I felt him move behind me.

Straight away, I felt his tongue give a long slow lick to my slit, his hand giving my ass another spank. His fingers began alternating between gripping my flesh and teasingly fingering my opening. My moans and whimpers were muffled by my pillow, but his moaning and slurping were very audible. His tongue was making obscene sounds and he didn’t mind it. He flipped me over again, making me hold my thighs up for him before he gave my cunt some spanks, making me clench under his touch.

He spat on it and dived in again, his tongue and fingers working simultaneously to bring me closer to my orgasm. I squirmed trying to bring myself closer to come, but he kept me steady. The knot in my stomach tightened, my legs wrapping around his head, suffocating him with my thighs. “Jean, oh shit, Jean, I’m gonna come…” I whined, throwing my head back, his arms gripping onto my thighs sending me to my orgasm. I panted, his tall frame now standing as he took off his shorts, giving his erection a few strokes, his precum visible on his slit.

“You wanna suck my dick don’t you?” I nodded, sitting up and crawling to him. “Tsk tsk, tsk, such a whore for my cock.” He pushed me back down and spoke up again. “Too bad you won’t get to feel it down your throat tonight.” he chuckled darkly and spat in his hand, rubbing his saliva over his veiny dick, letting out a groan.

“Please, Jean…” I slid off my thong and spread my legs for him. “Please fuck me…” I spread my lips showing him my slit covered in my cum, begging him to fill it up with his. He positioned himself over me and teased my entrance by smacking his tip and rubbing it over it. I whined and reached out to grab his cock but he stopped me. He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open before spitting. “Swallow,” he ordered rubbing his thumb across my bottom lips. “Look who’s being a good girl now, you like making daddy happy don't you?”

I nodded, taking his thumb into my mouth and gently sucking on it. He smirked at how obedient I was being and pulled his finger out, adjusting his position. He grabbed my jaw one last time and slapped my cheek, the bearable pain sending shivers to my core. Jean pulled my legs up, positioning them on his shoulders, and teased my clit one more time before ramming himself into me. I wailed at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck you’re choking my fat cock so good,” he grunted pulling himself back before thrusting again not giving me any time to adjust to his size.

He quickened his pace, biting the side of my leg. I tugged on my nipple and rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts. He bent down, squeezing me tighter, only to place a kiss on my forehead indicating that he wasn’t mad at me anymore. However, his thrusts said otherwise as he kept on pounding himself in me relentlessly.

Jean pulled away and switched us over so I was on top. Wasting no time, I pushed him back in and moved my hips. “That’s right, oh fuck just like that.” I rolled my hips and sped up my pace. My legs almost gave out from how tired I was getting, so he dug his fingers in my hips and fucked himself in me.

My body fell forward as I gripped onto his broad shoulders, feeling him grab and squeeze my ass cheeks and he pushed himself deeper in me.

“You want to have daddy’s babies? Huh?” he grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier. I nodded my head but it wasn't sufficient. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy, cum inside me please.” I moaned out, my second orgasm almost making me blackout.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good baby.” he panted as his cock twitched in me and I felt his hot cum paint my insides. He whimpered in my ear as he moved me up, our cum leaking down my sore cunt to his lower stomach.

Jean pulled my head down as he captured my lips in his, kissing me passionately. He carefully pulled me off him and got some tissues from the nightstand to clean me up. “Did I hurt you?” he asked checking to see if he was being too rough on me. I shook my head and caressed his cheek with my hand.

“Come on baby, let's go take a shower.” he stood off our bed and picked me up in bridal style. “You know Jean, the guy that was standing with my ex was actually his boyfriend,” I said with a cocky grin as he put me down to get in the shower.

He turned on the water and followed right after me, pulling me against his chest. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you know that you and this sweet thing,” he paused to cup my pussy, “belong to me.” I bit my lip and got on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

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Burn The Witch 14 - Haunt [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: It’s always difficult to keep secrets.

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Well then.

Apparently this was how civilians dated.

You couldn’t exactly say you were very familiar with it. Your line of work didn’t exactly allow you to date and do normal couple stuff, let alone with a civilian. Spies were easier, you didn’t trust them and you knew they didn’t trust you.

Except for missions, you didn’t have any date nights unless they included going after targets.

That was why posing as a civilian was almost a relief. It was simpler, more fun, more peaceful-

Even happier.

“What do you mean you can’t give me a clue?” you asked, “It’s date night, you’re supposed to give me a clue. Those are the rules.”

“I don’t remember any rule like that.”

You slurped on the milkshake, dangling your legs back and forth on the high seat you were perched on.

“Well, how am I supposed to know what to wear then?”

Bucky tilted his head, eyeing your uniform with a grin on his face and you slapped at his arm playfully.

“Are you serious?”

He held up his hands, gesturing surrender. “I said nothing.”

“I refuse to believe you find this uniform hot.”

“Why?”

“Bucky, just look at this!”

“Believe it or not I’ve been looking at it for some time now.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re so full of it.”

“Oh trust me darling, I’m completely sincere.”

You raised your brows, “How?”

He heaved a sigh and looked like he was considering whether he should tell you or not while you waited patiently.

“When we were—“ he licked his lips, “When—uh, back in the 40s, one of my buddies, he had this poster on the wall of the barrack we were staying in.”

You gawked at him, “A poster of…?”

“A pin up.”

“In this uniform?”

“Almost the same, yeah.”

You let out a clear laugh, “Oh my God, that’s why you reacted like that when you first saw me in this?”

The tips of his ears went pink before he dragged his gaze from yours and you awwed.

“Then it’s only fair if I ask you to return the favor and dress up from 40s.”

“As if you know any—“

“Clark Gable.” You cut him off and scrunched up your face, “Was that too quick?”

“A little, yeah,” he said, “Do you want to try again?”

“….Yes please.”

“As if you know anyone from those times.”

You cleared your throat, trying to play it cool, “I’m just pulling this idea out of thin air, but Clark Gable.”

“I don’t think I can pull off that mustache, Y/N.”

“I mean have you tried?” you asked, narrowing your eyes and he shook his head.

“Stop imagining me with that mustache.”

“You would look good!” you insisted, grinning mischievously and he heaved a sigh.

“Clark Gable? Seriously?”

“Bucky, I’m the one who’s dressed up like a pin up your buddies used to fantasize about, so I feel like you should give me some credit here.”

“Fair enough.”

“Why thank you,” you pointed out, “So? Where are we going?”

“You can ask as much as you want,” Bucky grinned, “It’s not going to work.”

You threw your head back, letting out a whine. “But I want to know!” you said, “Okay, is it inside or outside?”

“Outside.”

“A concert!”

“Not a concert.”

You pursed your lips, deep in thought, “…Flea market. You’re taking me to the flea market.”

He pulled his brows together, confusion written all over his face, “You think we used to go to flea markets on a date?”

“Picnic!”

“In the evening?” he asked and you pouted.

“It would be a romantic evening picnic.”

“Do you want to have a romantic evening picnic?”

You shook your head fervently, “I want whatever you have planned!”

“Nah, I’m putting romantic evening picnic on the list.”

“You have a list?” you asked and he nodded.

“Yep.”

“Can I see it?”

“No.”

You huffed out, making him laugh, “Aw, you’re adorable when you’re frustrated.”

“Bucky!” you whined again, making his smile bigger.

“Yes darling?”

“It’s not fair,” you insisted but before you could say anything else, you heard Tara’s voice.

“Hey lovebirds,” she said, “I hate to interrupt because you two make a beautiful couple, but your break is almost over and I’m going to need some help at the freezer.”

Bucky’s body tensed up beside yours but only for a second, and you pressed your lips together.

Right. Freezer probably didn’t bring up good memories.

“I can help if you want?” Bucky said slowly and you shook your head.

“Nope. Company policy, only staff can go in.” You leaned in to peck him on the lips, “What time will you pick me up?”

“Around 8:30.” He stole another kiss from you and stood up, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight!”

“Have a nice day Tara.”

“You too Romeo,” Tara said as he left the shop and you followed her to the freezer.

“He is so whipped,” she commented, making you grin, “And so are you.”

Your jaw dropped, “Hey!” you said as you helped her with the chocolate milkshake container, “Not nice!”

“I can already picture how cute your children will be.”

You almost dropped the container at the mention but managed to catch it and pull yourself together.

“Oh I don’t think…” you trailed off, trying to ignore the pang at the pit of your stomach, “I don’t think he wants—um, I don’t think we—“

“Aw you really are cute,” Tara said, “Come on now. Are you telling me you never thought about a future with him?”

The image that flashed in front of your eyes was almost taunting you but you bit inside your cheek, then shook your head.

“My last relationship ended really badly,” you explained, “And Bucky has had a rough couple of….”

Decades.

“Years,” you said, “And everything is pretty complicated, I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Well, do you want it to be possible?”

You pushed your hair back and grabbed the nearest set of jars to put them on the shelf one by one, just so you could keep yourself busy.

“It doesn’t really matter what I want,” you heard yourself say, “It won’t make any difference in the future either.”

                                         ***

“A funfair,” Chloe looked up with a bright smile on her face as soon as you jumped up to sit on her desk. “He’s taking you to a funfair.”

“Wait, really?” you let out a laugh, “Oh that’s cute.”

“Who knew The Winter Soldier could be romantic?” she said, “I’d probably swoon if someone took me to a funfair.”

You could swear Keith appeared out of thin air behind you, “What?”

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed and pressed a hand over your chest, “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“Who’s swooning?”

“Barnes is taking Y/N to a funfair,” Chloe said, “Isn’t that romantic?”

“You find funfairs romantic?”

“Yeah!”

“Keith,” you raised your brows, “Aren’t you busy?”

“Nope, General is talking to Julian so I’m not busy at all.”

You heaved a sigh, “My meeting with him lasted like an hour, how did he let you go so fast?”

“Easy. I’m not the team leader.”

You sipped your coffee, crossing your legs and Keith grinned.

“So, did you tell her yet?”

Chloe frowned, “Did she tell me what yet?”

“Why Barnes stayed over at your place until midnight last night?”

“Y/N!” Chloe gasped, “You promised we would go lingerie shopping before you slept with him!”

“First of all, I didn’t sleep with him, and second of all, Keith nosey neighbor much?”

“It’s literally my job Y/N.”

“What happened?” Chloe asked, barely able to sit straight as Julian walked past you three to check his laptop on an empty desk near Chloe’s. You gritted your teeth, and turned to Chloe.

“Hm?”

“You have to tell us!” she said and Keith laughed.

“At least give us a base.”

“Second base?” Chloe offered and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Julian clenching his jaw.

“Nah no way,” Keith said, “The guy hasn’t been getting laid since what? 40s? Third base.”

No bases. None at all, Bucky was a gentleman and seeing that you were quite shaken up last night, he had just held you while you two watched that ridiculous action movie until you could calm down a little.

He hadn’t even asked any questions.

“Do you think he—“

“Y/N,” Julian’s voice cut through Chloe’s, “Can I talk to you for a moment? Alone?”

You pulled your brows together, “About what?”

“The mission.”

You eyed him up and down, then shrugged your shoulders and made your way to the nearest empty room, which happened to be a meeting room. He followed you inside and closed the door behind him as you turned around to look at him, already dreading this conversation.

“So?”

“So General agrees with me.”

Your head shot up, “I beg your pardon?”

“He agrees that it was quick thinking on my part when Barnes walked in on us arguing,” he said, making you grit your teeth, “Granted it wasn’t idea, but we can turn it around to work on our advantage—“

“Bullshit,” you cut him off, “Are you serious?”

“To repeat, an ex-boyfriend creates an environment of competition,” he said, making you scrunch up your nose in distaste.

“Unbelievable,” you said, “You know, just because General doesn’t see through this whole façade doesn’t mean you fool everyone else in here.”

“What façade?”

“Oh give me a break!” you let out a humorless laugh, “This whole teammate trying to be helpful bullshit. You don’t think anyone but yourself, you’ve proven you can’t be trusted and you want to take over this mission.”

“I couldn’t take over this mission if I tried,” he pointed out “I’m not Barnes’ type.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh look at you, you got jokes now.”

“Just saying, I wouldn’t look as cute in that uniform.”

“Fuck you.”

“Y/N—“

“You’re not taking over my mission.”

“I’m not trying to take over your mission,” he explained patiently, “I’m trying to help you, is that so hard to believe?”

“I think we both know you couldn’t care less about me,” you said, “As that last mission proved.”

The amused, taunting light in his eyes was dimmed in a second as he gawked at you, brows pulled together in confusion.

“What?” he asked after a beat, “You think I don’t care about you?”

You let out a laugh, “I’m sorry, is that a trick question?” you asked, “You sure as hell didn’t care back then.”

He ran a hand over his face, “I think you and I remember that last mission quite differently,” he said, “I did what I had to do—“

“Uh huh.”

“I thought you would do the same,” he insisted, “Y/N, I was trying to get us out of there, just because I beat you to it—“

“I would never!” you snapped at him and he shook his head.

“Have you ever thought maybe that’s a problem?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Why do you think the General put me into this mission?” he asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Are we going to pretend you’re here to do something else other than spying on me and reporting it back?”

“No, that’s not my mission,” he said, “I’m here to make sure you don’t do what you always do.”

“What, nailing the mission?”

“Running headfirst into danger,” he said, “You ran into world’s most dangerous assassin whom you’re playing the honeypot for, and any other spy would get the fuck out of there but what did you do? You taunted him. Twice.”

“Well I hate to break it to you, but I know Bucky better than you or the General—“

“You mean the Winter Soldier?”

“…Yeah,” you corrected yourself, “Yeah I know the Winter Soldier better than you two do. Better than anyone here.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, “I don’t know who told you otherwise, but not your every decision is right on missions. You keep taking unnecessary risks because you think it’s fun.”

“Maybe. But hey, at least I don’t leave people to die.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked and he closed his eyes for a moment as if it was way too difficult for him to hear and opened them again.

“I didn’t leave you to die, Y/N.”

You scoffed, “Alright,” you said, walking to the door, “We’re done here—“

“Are you sleeping with him?”

Your hand on the doorknob froze and you looked over your shoulder, “I’m sorry?”

“Are you sleeping with Barnes?”

“Who wants to know?” you asked, “You or the General?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah. If it’s you, I can ask why it’s any of your business.”

He shifted his weight, suddenly dragging his gaze from yours.

“I just…” he murmured, “I don’t like it.”

You paused for a moment, trying to wrap your head around the idea before you clicked your tongue.

“Well that’s a relief,” you stated, “I don’t give a fuck what you like.”

With that, you swung open the door and left the meeting room, not even looking back once.

                                    ***

In your defense, when you went to bed for a nap you didn’t think that 15 minute nap would turn into a whole two hours. You were still groggy by the time you woke up and your hair was a mess and you still had no idea what to wear and—

You were starving and way too thirsty.

You stretched out as you walked to the kitchen, still trying to pull yourself together but it was already dark outside so it was making things even worse. You flipped the switch and opened the fridge to grab the water bottle, uncapping it and taking big gulps. After you were done, you took out two slices of bread and peanut butter and jam, then quickly made a sandwich to take a bite. Leaning back, you let out a sigh and eyed the gun on the table.

You had a feeling the General would send you on another night mission soon.

You took another bite of your sandwich but your head shot up when you heard the doorbell ring and you almost dropped the water bottle but caught it mid-air.

“Shit…” you whispered and grabbed the gun to put it in the kitchen cabinet, and placed the sandwich on the plate, then made your way to the door to open it.

A fond smile pulled at Bucky’s lips as soon as he took in your disheveled appearance, “Hello there Dracula.”

“I’m so sorry,” you tried to fix your hair, “I…I was taking a nap and then I didn’t hear my alarm and—“

“Don’t worry about it darling,” he said, “You look beautiful.”

“I look like a mess,” you corrected him, scrunching up your nose and stepped aside so that he could walk in. He pulled you closer to peck you on the lips.

“Hi.”

“Hi back,” you smiled up at him and made your way to the kitchen with him following you suit.

“I’m just going to finish this and then I’ll get ready in like ten minutes, promise!”

“Not a problem,” he said as you jumped up to sit on the counter, dangling your legs, “If you want to stay in tonight—“

“No no!” you interrupted him, “I want to go to…um, wherever it is we’re going. Do you want some?” you held up the sandwich, “I could make you one too.”

Bucky stepped closer to you to take a bite of your sandwich, making you giggle.

“I mean do you want your own?”

“You’re not good with sharing?”

“Nope,” you shook your head, still smiling as he put his palms on the counter either side of your legs, caging you in.

“No?”

“Nuh uh.” You said, then leaned in to peck him on the lips again before you pulled back to take a bite out of your sandwich.

“How was your day?” you asked, and he heaved a sigh.

“Mm, uneventful.”

“Uneventful can be a nice change.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah I mean…at least your ex doesn’t show up out of nowhere,” you paused for a moment, “Or in your case, doesn’t escape from nursing home.”

He chuckled, his thumbs caressing the soft skin of your legs, making you distracted for a moment as the warmth filled you again.

“Did he visit you again?”

You tried to focus and looked up at him, “Hm?”

“Julian.”

“Oh,” you made a face and shook your head, “No. No but something tells me that wasn’t the last time I saw him.”

“Really?” he said, “I still feel like the next time he shows up you should let me know so that I can—“

“I already know what you’re going to say, and no.”

“What was I going to say?”

“Some macho showdown nonsense,” you said with a laugh, “Seriously. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” he said with a sigh, “But the guy said and I quote, he would take you away from me, so forgive me if I want to have a talk with him.”

You rolled your eyes, “No one is taking anyone from anyone,” you said, “Number one, we don’t live in Stone Age. Number two, I’m quite happy with who I am dating now.”

A small smile curled his lips, “Are you?”

“I mean,” you heaved a dramatic sigh, “I would be happier if my date told me where we’re going but can’t win ‘em all.”

You pressed a kiss on his cheek and jumped down.

“Okay, I’ll be ready in a couple of minutes, knock yourself out,” you said, “There’s beer in the fridge if you want.”

“Thanks,” he said and you walked to your bedroom to open your closet, then grabbed a dress and put it on. After quickly doing your make up, you found the lipstick you were looking for and started applying it.

“Darling do you have a bottle opener?”

“Yes, it’s in the kitchen cabinet!” you called out and checked your reflection in the mirror before your mind caught up to what you had just said. Panic crashed into you, knocking the breath out of you and you dropped the lipstick to rush to the kitchen.

“Bucky wait—“ you started but as soon as you saw the open cabinet, your stomach dropped. He looked at you over his shoulder with a frown on his face, then turned around and held up your gun, making you swallow thickly.

“So,” he said, his gaze pinning you to your spot. “Anything you would like to tell me?”

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kyle broflovski x reader

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tags: yandere! kyle, toxic behaviour, he’s only soft for you, talk of premeditated murder/violence, branding/violence, blood, cuddles, reader has mild stockholm syndrome, but he seems too loveable,, potential series??, aged up characters!, everyone is 17, some background ships

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the warmth is intoxicating, he can’t let it go. you’re fast asleep on his chest, body warmth mixing with his. breathing in your shampoo’s scent, kyle let his eyes flutter closed. you were mentally tranquillised, completely passed out, snuggled into him safely. he knew you would only be safe in his proximity, he had to keep you safe. the others didn’t know the extent of the situation, just guessing that kyle was overly protective. they didn’t see the yelling, arguing, the way he had broke you. kyle had managed to convince you that he was the only one who could truly protect you, that it was you and him against the world. now, you two stuck together, through thick and thin and he was so happy.

nowadays, the two of you were seen as the perfect couple, always seen together, always smiling as he walks you to classes he wasn’t in and hides you at the back of the class in the ones you two shared. kyle is always extremely aware of what he’s doing, feeling bad whenever you cry as he brands your skin as his. “kyle.” stan greets, and he opens his eyes. “what’s up?” he asks, tightening his hold on you. “clyde’s ordering food, we were wondering if you two want anything?” the raven haired boy asked, glancing at you when you shuffled. kyle grasps you tightly, asking for anything and watching stan leave.

attention drifting back to you, kyle runs his fingers through your hair. watching you stir makes him smile as you let out a soft noise, nuzzling into his shirt. “darling..” he sings, quietly. you make another small noise, “kyle..?” you mumble, and he gives your forehead a soft kiss. “hey, sleeping beauty. the others are ordering food.” he tells you, and you hum, nuzzling into his jaw sleepily. “tired, darling?” your boyfriend chuckles, raising the thin blanket to check the healing gashes on your thigh. wincing as his fingers rub and press over each sloppy letter, you grasp his shirt tightly for comfort. “don’t worry, it’s healing well.” kyle rubs the cuts, giving your head a loving kiss. you hum, wrapping your arm around his neck as you cuddle into him. “guys, you coming?” stan calls from the hallway. “yeah!” your lover responds, covering up the healing wounds once more. kyle sits up with you, urging you not to fall asleep again as you whine. “c’mon, let’s go.” he smiles, kissing you gently. “but m’tired...” you pout, resting your head on his shoulder. “i know you are, darling.” he gushes, keeping you wrapped up and warm. easily scooping you up, kyle decides to carry you downstairs, and stan doesn’t even question it, just guessing he’s pampering you.

“damn, about time.” cartman scoffs as both stan and kyle tell him to shut up in unison, and your tired form is placed onto the couch where you fall against craig sleepily. “we ordered one of everything on the menu because you guys took a while.” clyde shrugs, and token pipes up, “it was expensive, but don’t worry, i’ll pay.” he smiles, and kyle nods, eyes trained on you. he couldnt hear what craig was saying to you, and it was stressing him out. “kyle, come help me serve drinks.” stan pulls his arm gently, and kyle looks at his friend. “sure.” the redhead follows him through to the kitchen, leaving you behind. as stan gathered cups, kyle prepared alcohol for the others. his mind is racing with jealous thoughts. was craig stealing you from him? would he have to kill him? was he willing to kill for you? he’s hurt people to keep them away from you, but... interrupting his thoughts, a warm body hugs him from behind, clinging onto him. “hey.” you mumble, nuzzling into his back. “hey, you alright?” he asks, putting down the bottle of whiskey.

“mhm, missed you.” you reply, snuggling into his back. stan laughs, “you two can’t be seperate for more than a minute. he was in the other room.” he teases, and you hum, holding on tighter. “it’s alright.” kyle smiles, mainly speaking to you. watching him pour the alcohol, you pepper kisses along his neck, resting your body weight against him. it’s rather comforting to kyle, halting his more unstable thoughts which he’s rather thankful for as he’s known craig for a long time. “i’ll bring these through.” stan announces, taking a tray of alcoholic beverages. “alright dude, don’t drop them this time.” kyle jokes, and stan laughs half-heartedly. “i won’t.” he huffs, leaving the room.

“how’s your leg?” kyle asks, and you hum. “not bad, it stings but... it’s not that bad.” you reply, letting kyle direct you to the counter where he sits you down upon the surface. “i love you.” kyle reminds you, and you smile, pulling him into a hug. “i love you too.” you reply with ease, letting him kiss up your neck. “what was craig talking about?” he decides to ask whilst he had the chance and you freeze for a moment. “he was just joking about how he thinks i’m narcoleptic.” you explain, and your boyfriend hums. “anything else?” he asks, nipping your skin slightly. your breath hitches at his actions. “no.” you say, tightening your grip on his shoulders. “hm.. alright.” he sighs, kissing you sweetly.

your fingers curl into his hair, kissing him back as you cup his head closer. his hands press against the countertop- either side you, as he leans closer, backing you up into the cabinet behind you. you whimper as he bites your bottom lip, forcing them open before slipping his tongue into your mouth. kyle moves his hands to grip your hips instinctively. "dude, really?" stan groans, faking a gag. kyle rolls his eyes, breaking away from you. "right on my fucking kitchen counter." his friend continues, grabbing the drinks. 

kyle pulls you into a hug as you stick you tongue out at stan. "c'mon, i don't want you two fucking in my kitchen." the raven haired boy gestures for you to follow. pulling you off the counter, kyle guides you to the other room. "when's the food coming?" eric complains, and clyde rolls his eyes. "like, thirty minutes dude, calm down." alas, cartman didn't calm down, fussing as he gets up for a 'power snack'. shoving past you, you wince as pain shoots up your thigh to your hip. kyle goes to snap at him, but you grab his arm to stop him.

"you two can sit on the love seat." stan teases, sipping his whiskey and coke. kyle guides you to the two-seater, wrapping you up in a blanket and giving your forehead a soft kiss. "why can't we have that, wendy?" bebe jokes, making wendy look up from her phone. "bitch, we do!" she replies, rolling her eyes sarcastically. kyle coddles you, ignoring the girl's chatter. you rest against him, slotting your body against his easily as the two of you tend to lay on couches often. with your back to the others, kyle carefully checks your leg, rage building as blood beaded on the cuts spelling his name. "i'm gonna kill him." he mumbles to you, and you hold onto him tightly. "please don't... i don't want you to get in trouble." you whisper, clutching his shirt and nuzzling into his neck.

kyle sighs, kissing your neck gently. "i won't get in trouble." he assures you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "nothings gonna happen, right?" you ask, just wanting to make sure. "no, nothing's going to happen." he sighs, giving you a soft kiss. "thank you... i don't want anything happening to you." you say, kissing his jaw. "i know... we'll keep each other safe." he replies, cradling you against his chest. cartman groans as he spots the two of you, flopping down onto a free seat with a snack. "do you two have to do that here?" the other teen complains, munching on his food.

kyle doesn't respond, flipping cartman off. "what's wrong with it?" clyde asks, looking over at you two. "it's gross! no one wants to see them all lovey-dovey." he scoffs, and kyle's anger brews. "then leave, they're not doing anything wrong." kenny shrugs, sipping his drink and slouching back as he tosses an arm carelessly over the back of the couch and over craig's shoulders. eric rolls his eyes, deciding to go to the kitchen once more. "don't eat out stan's cabinets!" wendy calls after him, and eric lets out a sharp "ey!"

kyle chuckles slightly, keeping you snug against him. you were slowly dozing off once more as kyle gently rubs your side, kissing your face. you hum slightly, resting your hand on his cheek, your fingertips rubbing his skin lovingly. kyle's anger is swallowed by love, pure adoration for you swelling in his heart. the tip of your nose gently nudges his, rubbing them together affectionately. kyle smiles, kissing you sweetly as he pulls your leg over his waist, slotting you him even closer against him.

"if my man doesn't hold me like that, i don't want him." bebe jokes, nudging wendy who snorts. "hey!" clyde pouts, crossing his arms tightly. "no hard feelings, clyde." she winks at her ex, pulling wendy closer. stan laughs too, watching the two of you. time passes with everyone trained on the tv, catching or on their phones. you and kyle were still cuddled up, and you had fallen asleep once more. "maybe they are narcoleptic." kenny jokes to craig, who nods. "they sleep anywhere." he shrugs, glancing over at you.

kyle keeps his eyes closed, but listens to them carefully. "they are a cute couple." stan chimes in, and the other two agree, "they're always so close though. like, personal space doesn't exist for them." craig notes, making kyle slightly uneasy. "mhm.. we could get that close." kenny jokes, and craig instantly shuts him down with a: "shut up." stan interrupts them with another note. "to be fair, y/n is getting more quiet... they used to be rather loud and joke around." he points out, and the other two hum. "well, i'm sure it's nothing. relationships can change a person; mellow them out, y'know." kenny replies smoothly. kyle grips you tighter as they continue, anxious that they would split the two of you up if they get close to the truth.

you stir as he squeezes you too tight for your comfort, your hands coming up to rest on his chest to soothe him as he kisses you gently. "what's wrong?" you ask, and he sighs. "nothing. just want to hold you closer." he mumbles, and you hum softly, wrapping your arms around his torso to hold him just as tight.

kyle seems happy with your grip, jumping slightly as a sharp knock at the door interrupts the peacefulness. eric dashes through, and clyde and token get up to answer it. the door swings open, and clyde collects the food whilst token pays the poor man having to carry it all. "have a good night!" he waves, closing the door. "that is so much food!" kenny laughs, and you sleepily look over, resting your head on top of kyle's lazily.

"finally!" eric groans, following clyde into the kitchen, and stan gets up to help. you look back to kyle, smiling at his lovestruck face. "hey." you giggle, leaning down to give him a soft kiss. bebe lets out a loud awe, making you look back to her with a laugh. stan comes back through, handing the two girls their food before dipping back into the kitchen. "why did we order so much food..." token sighs, and craig snorts. "because it's clyde, he's always making rash decisions." the raven haired boy replies as kenny get's up to get a refill.

your attention is dragged back to kyle, who pulls you into another kiss. "whatcha thinking about?" you ask him, yet he doesn't respond for a second, giving you another soft kiss. "nothing. just you." he smiles, and you roll your eyes. "of course." you giggle, bumping your nose against his affectionately before kissing him. "really? right in front of my salad?" kenny fakes disgust as he walks back in with two boxes of food and his refill. "fuck your salad." kyle shoots back and the room goes silent, everyone glancing at each other before bursting out laughing.

as the new conversation starter brings up condiments as lube, stan walks back in with a lot of food and a lot of confusion as to why kenny was practically in tears as bebe spoke about how salad cream would be better and 'hurt less' than ranch. "okay, hot take. nando's sauce." craig pipes up, and token sighs. "ew, gross! that would burn!" wendy laughs, and you smile at the comfortable atmosphere between everyone. you wanted that, craved it, but alas you couldn't leave your bubble that kyle had made.

his slender hands grip your hips, pulling you back to him. feeling saddened by the situation, you turn back to kyle, hugging him tightly. "hey, what's wrong?" he asks, noting your teary eyes as you hide your face in his neck. "nothing... i just... our situation sucks..." you sniffle, slipping your fingers into his curls to cradle his head closer. kyle seems confused as he hugs you back tightly. "what do you mean..?" he questions, and you hold onto him tightly. "we only have each other... there's no one else." you whisper, and kyle sighs. "it's safer this way, you know that." he replies, kissing your head gently. "i know... i just... it's lonely sometimes." you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder as you sigh. "i know but sometimes we have to-..."

stan interrupts his comfort by throwing a pizza box down onto kyle and handing you your own food. clyde always remembers your favourites. "thanks stan." you smile, and he freezes. "hey, are you okay? you look like you're about to cry." he asks, and kyle grips your waist as you nod. "yeah, i just yawned is all." you smile, and stan nods with an 'ohh.' "that happens to me all the time, and my mom's always so concerned." he laughs. you nod, agreeing on how it was annoying.

stan leaves after a quick laugh, and you snuggle into kyle as you dig into your food. "feel better?" he asks softly, and you nod. "mhm. interaction helps a lot..." you admit, and kyle sighs. "i know.. i just want to keep you safe. you know that." he reminds you, and you nod. "i know, and i appreciate that but-..." kyle grips your jaw to stop you, giving you a gentle kiss. "i don't want to remind you again." he whispers. you nod, silencing yourself and leaning into him.

"who wants to play a horror game?" kenny asks, raising his hands. "sure." craig nods, looking at token who sighs. "fine, but i'm not doing it for you guys because you're too scared to hold the controller." the others eventually, yet reluctantly agree, and you smile as clyde loads up roblox, going to the horror section. "rickey rat... the fuck is that?" he asks, jokingly. "i mean... looks like a shit one, let's play it." wendy laughs.

[stripper-patrick]

Uh, hi. May I request some smut w Henry cavill x Indian reader? Some lazy Sunday morning/Friday night stuff? Thank you 🥺💕 I love your blog. I binge read most of it today. Hehe

Heaux Tales 👜 Henry Cavill

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected, rough, cheating, fingering, reverse voyeurism (?), daddy kink, quickie

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Henry Cavill x Indian/black reader

I zip down the highway switching into the right lane before taking the exit hitting a quick right turn. I whine my hips to the music of my throwbacks playlist the song Temperature by Sean Paul blasting through the speakers.

I’m coming straight from work to my sisters house and where she’s having a game night. My boyfriend unfortunately couldn’t make it seeing as he couldn’t take off the graveyard shift. I make a left entering into the driveway of the nice looking townhome my sister Armani owns.

I park in a parallel spot and see a few cars, about 4, already outside of her house. I step out pulling down my suede mini skirt with a vertical seam. I smooth out my sepia colored shirt feeling the wind start to pick up outside. I grab my black duster sliding it over my thick arms before grabbing my chestnut brown purse and walking up to the door. I try the door handle and it opens allowing me in. I take off my loafers at the door and hear the chattering of a few guests.

This house used to be our parents right before they died. We had 2 beautiful mothers who loved us very much but sadly they were involved in a head on collision that killed one of them on impact. The other died in the hospital just a day later but I was grateful for those few hours.

I look at the pictures of all of us and then I hear my name being shouted with joy. “YN” I’m greeted with open arms from my older sister. The fair-skinned 5’8 woman with a cheeky smile plastered on her face looks at me “don’t be mad” she bites her lip

“I’m already mad now” which was only half of a joke. What did she do this time? Appears from behind a wall, my recent ex Henry, with a cheeky smile as well. His perfectly short hair and fitted tee makes me wonder if he does all the thing he used to do to me, to his... snow bunnies. He started off as a fling which then turned into a 2 year relationship and when that ended we were still having sex with each other. I really only stopped fucking him just a year ago, right before I got with my current boyfriend, Cameron. The breakup was mutual but still sour. He was my best friend. Now every time I look I see a different broad on his shoulder. Like a trophy. He’s got a bitch for everyday of the week.

“Oh nice seeing you Henry” I glare at Armani and she smiles. The tall Brit walks over to me engulfing me in his warm embrace. Almost made me miss us being together. He lets me go and I step back.

“Nice seeing you as well. You look good” he glanced me up and down quickly before returning to my eyes. I can’t help but remember that those were one of his favorite features about me. My chocolate brown eyes.

“As do you” an content silence falls in the air and Armani clears her throat

“Let’s get you drunk and get this game night started” she grabs my hand and Henry follows us. We part ways, him heading to the living room and me and my sister to the kitchen where I look at her.

“I miss his goofy side” she tried to plea. I shake my head grabbing a shot of tequila and taking it straight to the head. I pour another shot downing it before shaking my head squinting at the taste. I walk to the living room meeting everyone. 2 of our cousins Briette and Joseline and Bri’s husband Carter.

“Hey guys” I hug them and look for a place to sit. Unfortunately I’m seated only one person away from Henry and I cross my legs watching his eyes move back and forth between my thighs and his hands that are resting on his thighs. Let’s begin the games.

....

I’m slightly tipsy and I’m definitely hot from the whiskey I’ve been consuming. I’m not completely drunk but I’m a little tipsy. We’re playing the game midnight taboo and it’s me, Henry and Briette vs. Armani, Carter and Jo. It’s Henry’s turn to read off the cards and we guess.

The timer starts and he begins. “Um ok Brazzers, Xvideos-“

“Porn” Bri yells out he nods grabbing another card

“YN I do this to you all the time”

“Fuck?”

“Something while we do that”

“Spanking? Cumming?” he shakes his head looking dead at me “choking” he nods grabbing another card

“Young adult kids play this at a party it’s a this or that activity”

“Get high or get drunk” I answer he shakes his head

“It’s a gathered activity” this British man and his proper English are blowing me right now. I think hard hearing Bri yell out random stuff and I finally come up with something “truth or dare”

“Time” Carter yells. Henry smiles nodding and I can’t help but begin thinking about when he would choke me while he thrashed his hips in me. I press my legs together biting my lip before raising my eyes to accidentally meet his. I knock back another shot wincing at the taste before just zoning off.

....

We’ve moved onto another game which is cards against humanity. Me and Henry are seated close next to each other of course not by my picking. He decided to sit this game out and just watch us play. I sort through my cards trying to find a good one that Joseline would like. I place one down and Henry inches closer making my breath catch in my throat.

“I see the way you keep looking at me” he whispers. Without a word being exchanged I look at him and unconsciously bite my lip. Something that would’ve made him take me right then and there.

As Joseline reads off the cards deciding on which is her favorite determining who gets the point Henry’s hand caresses my thigh. I always melted when he’d squeeze and knead my thigh like dough.

“I like Y/N’s” I smile and grab a black card reading it off. “This is the prime of my life. I’m young, hot and full of blank”

As the crowd sorts through their cards Henry’s hands creeps higher and higher softly rubbing my clothed clit. He does it so swiftly that I’m already at the point where I don’t want him to stop. He slides my panties to the side running his fingers through my slick using that to rub my coated pearl.

I jolt slightly opening my legs more where he inserts 2 fingers pumping slowly. Everyone hands me their cards and I clear my throat trying to act as normal as possible. “Crippling debt” I smile biting my lip again as Henry keeps grazing that spot “money moves, asshole full of jelly beans, tax fraud, and oh god” his fingers dig deeper inside of me as I mask my moan grinding my hips in the seat. I can see the tent forming in his pants and trust me he was packing.

“And crabs” Henry curls his fingers against my g-spot. My body jerks as Bri looks at me.

“You ok?”

“Yes I’m good. I like tax fraud” Carter smiles and grabs a black card. I grab Henry’s wrist and he leans close to my ear again.

“That’s it pet ride my fingers until you cum” oh god I wanna protest so bad but it feels so good. I rest my hand on his bulge rubbing it through his pants. I move my hand to his thigh as my legs shake and I close my eyes succumbing to my demise in front of my sister and cousins.

“Good girl” he removed his fingers rubbing my clit making my body jerk.

“Excuse me I’m going to the bathroom” I glance at him and walk shakily to the bathroom. I hear a chair scuffle and look at myself in the mirror.

“You have a boyfriend get it together” I try to pep talk myself but knowing the capabilities Henry has I can’t help myself but to fall under his spell once more.

A small knock appears at the door and I open it. Henry lightly pushes me inside and licks the door behind him. Immediately his lips are attached to mine and it was like our first time together all over again. My hands wrap around his waist and he moves his large hands down my butt lifting my skirt a little.

“Please fuck me” I beg quietly. He picks me up setting me on the counter. My legs open for him as he drops his pants finally letting his shaft spring free. Henry tears off my underwear dropping then next to his pants and guiding the tip through my wetness rubbing my sensitive clit. I grab him by the back of his neck planting an open mouth kiss on him letting his tongue explore what was previously (and still might be) his.

Henry finally stops teasing and legs go of his dick letting it align with my entrance. His hand moves to the counter behind me slowly stretching me out like the old days. My jaw drops as I sink into his touch feeling his dick fill me up. He holds my hips as my legs dangle in the crease of his shoulders while my arms support myself behind me. He looks done watching his dick submerge in my juices as he fucks me slowly.

“please daddy” he speeds up per my internal request forcing me to lean back pressing my head against the mirror as he wraps his hand around my throat. My legs start to unconsciously close and Henry forces them back open stroking me harder. My royal blue painted acrylic nails dig into his forearm as he brings me closer pressing a warm kiss on my lips. My body sparks each time he plummets inside of me pressing my g-spot like a button.

“Oh god” I mewl careful not to make too much noise. He moves down to my neck using both hands to keep my legs apart sucking at the patch of sensitive skin. My eyes roll to the back of my head hearing his grunts and moans as he digs deep in my guts. My hand wraps around his muscular shoulders and moving up to his short curly locks. I feel that hole inside of me start to open up with each thrust.

“Henry I’m close” I warn trying to brace myself. He pushes my bottom forward going deeper and my toes begin curling.

“Cum for daddy pet” he moans. My body tenses up and I cover my mouth masking a loud moan. I shutter and shake under him hearing his small sadistic laugh. His breath filled with bourbon and mint is hot against my ear.

Once my convulsions stop Henry puts my feet on the ground and turns me around sliding back in and pounding me out. He pulls my head up looking at is on the mirror. Henry places my arms behind my back. I watch Henry’s gave turn to bliss coating my walls in his seed. Something that’s happened multiple times. We’ve had our fair share of pregnancy scares.

“Look at what you do to daddy” my jaw drops as he keeps pumping making sure he’s emptied inside of me. “Fuck I miss the way you make me feel”

He slows down before coming to a stop where I feel his dick pulsing inside of me. I lift up pressing my back against his chest holding him in a powerful meaningful kiss.

“I know I’ve put you through a lot and I’m sorry” he says. I shake my head kissing him again.

I come to my senses and pull his dick out thinking about my boyfriend “shit what did I do?”

[harrysbbby]

Super Rich Kids

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe and Y/N are young and in love, not to mention filthy rich. But does money really buy happiness? Based on Super Rich Kids by Frank Ocean

Words: 3k

Warnings: drug use, swearing, mentions of su*cide so please be mindful if this would be triggering. a whole lot of angst

Start my day up on the roof

There's nothing like this type of view

Point the clicker at the tube

I prefer expensive news

Rafe Cameron was an anomaly. Too spoilt to hang with the Pogues, too much of a delinquent to fit in with the Kooks. But he made do.

One of his favourite things was watching the sunrise from the roof next to his room’s large bay window. It centred him, calmed him. His mind was constantly racing, so seeing the orange glow rise over the trees, was nothing short of relaxing.

He would usually do this while scrolling through his phone, checking Instagram, seeing what party had happened the night before across Figure Eight. Fox News would send him updates, you know, rich people paying rich people to tell middle class people to blame poor people. And he supposed he fed into that idea, but as the sun hit his eyes, making him squint, he didn’t think further into it.

New car, new girl

New ice, new glass

New watch, good times babe

It's good times, yeah

Wind blew through your hair as you drove along the highway. You laughed raising your hands above the open windscreen, feeling the air on your fingertips. You could feel the diamond ring wobble on your finger, pulling your hands down to admire it. It matched your icy diamond bracelet, courtesy of your new boyfriend.

Rafe leant over placing a hand on your thigh, the cold feeling of his Rolex catching your attention. You could see your reflection in his glasses as you smiled at him. You leant over, placing a kiss on his cheek, before throwing your head back, whooping into the open air.

She wash my back three times a day

This shower head feels so amazing

We'll both be high, the help don't stare

They just walk by, they must don't care

The steam of the shower blended in the air with the smoke of weed, creating a damp leafy smell. Your soapy hands ran over his skin, washing off the dried saltwater. You grabbed the shampoo, foaming it up in your hands before reaching up to run it through his hair. He held your waist, securing your stance against him as you washed the salt and sand and seaweed from his hair.

He leant his head back, letting the water run over his head. He could feel your lips on his neck. He let out a throaty groan, gripping your bare ass. You giggled into his neck, hand running through his hair, ridding him of the rest of the shampoo.

He felt euphoric.

The two of you were giggling uncontrollably as you exited the shower, leaving puddles along the lavish floors of the main bathroom. You were wrapped poorly in the white fluffy towels, when you heard the vacuum cleaner whir from down the hall.

“Oh shit, the maid is here,” you cursed. Rafe’s bloodshot eyes lit up as hushed chuckles escaped his mouth. You tried to shush him, but your laughter was louder than his.

You made a run for it, sprinting down the hall, leaving drops of water behind. You slinked past the maid in the open living room upstairs. She didn’t even flinch as your white-towel clad bodies raucously giggled all the way to your room.  She had seen similar scenes a hundred times through. She’d found the bottles of alcohol hidden in your room, or your stash of weed. She needed the money, she needed employment from your family, she didn’t care what you did. You and Rafe collapsed onto your bed, still giggling out of your minds.

A million one, a million two

A hundred more will never do

Rafe went home that night. As he entered the house, he heard his dad summon him to the kitchen.

“Hey son,” he greeted him, not looking up from his paper, “I transferred some more money into your account today, saw you made some pretty decent purchases.”

“Yeah,” Rafe cleared his throat, “they’re for my, uh, new girlfriend. You always told me how to treat a girl right, Dad. I really think you’d like her.”

“That’s lovely,” Ward eyes never wandered from the page he was intently staring at. Rafe’s shoulders hunched as he made his way upstairs, unsure his dad even registered his retreating footsteps.

He took out his phone, opening up his banking app, surveying the hefty total. His heart didn’t pick up like it used to when he saw the number rise. He felt empty and unloved, but as your name appeared in a notification at the top of his screen, he thought, maybe, he would have a chance of filling that void.

Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce

Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms

“I never understood what this is called,” your words slurred as you held the bottle up to your eyes, squinting as your hazy eyes struggled to focus.

“Who gives a shit! It tastes good either way,” Rafe leant forward, snatching the bottle from your hands, taking a large swig. You drunkenly laughed before pulling him into a kiss.

Music blared as the party pumped around you. Topper, who was sitting on the other side of Rafe, rolled his eyes.

“It’s ‘mow-ey’ if you’re show-ey and Mo-et if you know-it,” he said taking the bottle from Rafe’s hand, pouring the bubbly liquid into two flutes and passing them back to you and Rafe, “so please, be classy.”

You immediately downed the drink in one go, tipping your head back as you went.

“Or,” one of Rafe’s other friends drawled, reaching into his back pocket, “we could do some of this.”

You eyed the bag of leafy green substance. You held onto Rafe’s bicep, as he grabbed the bag from his friend’s fingers.

You were slouched on the couch, Rafe lazily slung over your middle as you stoked his hair.

“Do you ever wish we had a normal childhood?”

Your high took away your inhibitions, your mouth moving before your brain could stop it. Rafe swivelled in his spot below you, glancing up at your face. He thought about what he had the other night: the void in his chest, the feeling of being unloved, but the feeling of doing whatever the hell you wanted when you wanted was so freeing, but was it freeing enough? He answered honestly.

“I…I don’t know.”

The maids come around too much

Parents ain't around enough

Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar

“Why is your house always being cleaned? How does it even have enough time to get dirty again?”

You laughed at Rafe’s question as you led him into the garage.

“You know my mother, she’s a germaphobe. One speck of dust and she brings the cleaning day forward a half a week!”

You opened the door to the garage, smiling as Rafe’s jaw dropped. He inspected the glistening gold, pristinely kept Jag.

“Now, my parents are out of town, which is the only reason I’m letting you do this,” you pointed your finger at him, before tossing him the keys. As he ran past you to the car, he planted a kiss on your cheek, swinging open the driver’s side door, “Please be so careful, my Dad will kill me if we do anything happens to it.”

You joined him in the car, smiling as he delicately ran his hands over the interior, little ‘oh my God’s escaping his lips. He placed the key in the ignition, hearing the car turn on, allowing an appreciative moan to escape his lips.

“Let’s take this baby for a spin!”

Too many white lies and white lines

Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends

Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends

You walked inside the party, Rafe’s friends immediately ushering him away from you.

“Look, what I’ve got.”

Rafe’s eyes train in on the white powdery substance in the small plastic bag. He gulped. He’d drunk and done drugs before, sure. But cocaine was different. Although its white colour glistened against the glass of the table, its darkness was encompassing.

“Babe! Where are you?”

Rafe heard you call his name. He hushed the boys around him.

“Later, later.”

He ran up the stairs, finding you and spinning you around, capturing your lips in a kiss. It caught you off guard, but you melted into it.

You hummed as he released you before capturing the sight over his shoulder.

“Ew gross. Cocaine is disgusting. Makes people so violent. Promise me you won’t become like them,” you caressed Rafe’s face nodded your head towards the guys behind him.

“Yeah of course. I would never,” he nodded, allowing you to drag him away, casting one final look at the white powdered table as you went.

It was hours later, and you still couldn’t find Rafe.  He left you at the beer pong table to go to the bathroom, but had never returned. You weaved your way through the party, before his blue polo caught your eye. He was hunched over a table, a group of rowdy, aggressive boys surrounding him, one hand up to nose. You stomped over to where he was faced away from you, tapping his shoulder harshly.

He rose, turning his head, catching sight of you. He stood to his feet quickly, hastily wiping the white under his nose.

“Y/N, I—” he started, but your raised hand cut him off.

“No Rafe, I’m just… so disappointed, I really didn’t think this was you.” He looked like a scorned puppy, eyes wide and lip pouted. Problem was, he was meant to be your ride tonight. All your things, including your car, at his house. But very obviously he could not drive. You crossed your arms over your chest, “Give me your keys. I’m leaving. I don’t care if you come or not.”

He quickly fished into his pocket, handing you the keys as you continued to glare at him. You stalked away. He felt one of the boys hands come to grasp his shoulder as another laughed.

“Bro, your Mrs is mad!”

“She’s gonna give you the best angry sex—"

“Just, shut up!” Rafe snapped angrily. The rage burning inside of him was like nothing he had ever felt before. The heat rose, as if steam emitted from his years, his skin felt like it was on fire. He shrugged the guy’s hand off his shoulder, jogging to catch you before you left.

Real love, I'm searching for a real love

Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love

Oh, real love

You and Rafe had just exited the Golf Club, walking hand in hand towards his car. It was your 6 month anniversary. You celebrated with an amazing meal, and Rafe even surprised you with an amazing new dress and shoes for the evening. You were super impressed he had managed to pick it out, but understood more when he said he had gotten Sarah’s help. Regardless, it flattered you, as he had clearly been paying attention as the dress was the same one you had eyed off shopping together just weeks previous.

The chilly night air hit your skin causing you to shiver. Rafe let go of your hand, shrugging off his suit jacket, before wrapping it around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you smiled. You reached his car, leaning against the passenger side door as Rafe held both your hands, “I had a really great time tonight.”

“Me too,” he pulled your head up to meet his, placing his lips gently on yours. This kiss felt different than the others, more passionate, slower and more tender. Rafe pulled away looking into your eyes. He felt a warm feeling in his stomach, like it was summer, butterflies floating around.  His knees felt weak, as he whispered, “I love you.”

He had never said it before. He don’t even think he had felt it before, ever. He didn’t get this feeling when he was with other girls or his family. He felt nervous, worried that this wasn’t the feeling he was meant to have.

“I love you too,” the anxiety pulsating through his body subsided when he heard those words. He pulled you in for another kiss and he knew. This was what it was meant to be like: love. Real love.

We end our day up on the roof

I say I'll jump, I never do

But when I'm drunk I act a fool

Talking 'bout, do they sew wings on tailored suits

You had reached the Cameron house, following Rafe up to his room. He immediately moved across the room, stepping outside his large window. You huffed, following him, knowing your argument wasn’t over. You sat next to him, bringing your legs up to your chest, looking out over the trees, looking as if they were glistening under the moonlight.

“You know, sometimes, I think it would be easier if I jumped.”

His voice was solemn, yet serious. He sounded as if it was something he had genuinely considered, hard expression staring off into the middle distance.

“Rafe,” you started, but he continued.

“I think, it would be so much easier to just end this life, start the next. See what’s in store for the afterlife. But then I think, would there even be a spot for a person like me in heaven?”

You didn’t know what to say. Your skin felt hot and your heart was beating out of your chest.

“You’re not a bad person, you just… do stupid stuff sometimes,” you tried to calm him. But his expression didn’t change.

I'm on that ledge, she grabs my arm

She slaps my hand

It's good times, yeah

Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall

The market's down like 60 stories

He was stood now, but his feet were unsteady. He looked almost unwell, sweat beaded across his forehead. You stood slowly arms outstretched, watching as his feet shuffled. They took one too many little steps, missing one of the roof tiles, causing him to wobble.

“Rafe!” you screamed, reaching forward grabbing his arm. You used all the strength in your body to pull him towards you. It worked but sent both of you falling back onto the roof. He landed next to you. You groaned as you sat up, rubbing your elbows which took the brunt of your fall.

“What the fuck was that Y/N?” his voice was gravely. He shoved you away from him, as he struggled to get to his feet again. You stood slowly.

“What the fuck was what? You were gonna fall, Rafe!” you yelled back, your face holding a bewildered expression.

He felt the fire burning inside once again. But now the voices that had been drowned out from the sticky substance flying up his nose, had begun crawling out of the void

No one loves you.

Your father thinks you’re a failure.

No one loves you.

You’re not gonna get anywhere.

Why would she love you?

“I don’t need your fucking help, okay?” His voice was venomous. You could feel droplets of spit hit your face, burning as if they were poisonous. Tears welled in your eyes as he continued to scream, “I’ve never wanted it. You were a good fuck, but you don’t mean anything to me!”

“You don’t mean that,” you whispered. It was the drugs talking. He was Rafe, your Rafe, and he loved you.

“Yeah, I do.” The certainty in his voice was piercing. The voices were egging him on: you mean it, you mean it. But really, he felt it. Nothing meant anything to him. The void was swallowing him up whole and he didn’t want to take you with him. “Everything in my life is shit, okay? Including you. I don’t need you telling me what to do and I especially don’t need you for anything else. We’re done.”

Tears were falling rapidly down your face. His expression was so hard, it alone couldn’t have cracked your heart. Sobs began escaping from your lips, watching as he breathed heavily. This was not the boy you fell in love with. This was the shell, overtaken by his self-loathing and unfulfillment. You wiped your face, collecting yourself.

“So what that’s it?” you asked, already knowing the answer. Rafe didn’t say anything, the only movement coming from him being the heavy rise and fall of his chest. “I really hope you figure out whatever’s going on with you,” your voice was so shaky the words nearly didn’t come out. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you hastily climbed back through the window, wanting to get away from him as quickly as possible.

The heat had subsided from Rafe’s body as he watched you leave. Your tears had dampened enough of the fire for him to realise what he had just done.

She never loved you.

You’re a failure.

How could anyone ever love you?

He heard your car start from the driveway, seeing the red reflection of your lights against the trees get dimmer and dimmer. You were gone. And you were never going to come back.

And some don't end the way they should

My silver spoon has fed me good

A million one, a million cash

Close my eyes and feel the crash

So you and Rafe broke up. You’d run into each other at parties occasionally, barely making eye contact and definitely never speaking. Over time you showed up with a new boyfriend, clad in designer wear. Rafe continued to hand in the corner, snorting blow and a bottle Moet in his hands, desperately clinging to the last thing he had left, you.

The Cameron money stood well over time, aiding Rafe and his addiction. But every snort came at a different kind of price. His emptiness grew larger and wider, fully encircling his body. The only thing reminding him he was alive was the pit in his stomach, ignited every time he got high.

At night when he would close his eyes, begging slumber to take him he would see your face. The wind blowing through your hair. Your smile. What it felt like to feel loved. Something he hadn’t felt until he met you and hadn’t felt since he lost you. He was empty and unloved.

Real love, ain't that something rare

I'm searching for a real love, talking 'bout real love

Real love, yeah

Real love

I'm searching for a real love

Talkin' 'bout a real love

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

a/n: I never really write angst jsjdjajsj but lemme know what you thought.

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My Ending - Part 2

Differences – Na Jaemin

Part of the Bad Boy Series.

Badboy!Au, Streetracer!Au

Disclaimer: This is going to be a very dark themed story, please do not read if you are triggered easily by the mentioned subjects in the warnings.

Warnings: Minor Character Death, Mentions of Suicide Attempts, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts, Mental Health Issues (Depression and Anxiety), Mentions of Drug Use/Overdose, Mentions of Drug Addiction Effecting Baby After Birth, Explicit Content.

Word Count: 8.3K

It was only a small lie. A teensy, tiny, white lie that couldn’t hurt anyone. And it boosted Jaemin’s confidence enough for him to flirt like he wasn’t unexperienced. He had no idea how Renjun had managed to lie so much throughout his life. Every time Jaemin made up stories of fucking random girls, he felt a burning fire in the pit of his stomach from the guilt of lying about it. Still, he didn’t see the harm in lying about being a virgin. He knew the only time it would matter would be when he got a girlfriend, which is why he decided to be transparent and tell you the truth instead of lying. You gave him a raised eyebrow and wide-eyed look. He tilted his head at your reaction and gave you a knowing smirk.

“You’re a virgin?” Your voice came out higher pitched than you had expected it to, causing Jaemin to laugh softly, nodding his head in confirmation.

“I am.” He leaned in and kissed your lips hard, overcome with want for you that he couldn’t stop himself from stealing your lips in his. “Does it bother you?” He mumbled into your mouth, his hot tongue pushing against yours as his hands stroked up your thighs to your hips, his fingers digging into you from how tight his grip was.

“No, it’s kinda hot actually.” You mumbled, not drawing away from his lips. He made a deep noise that rumbled from his throat, his kisses moving from your mouth, down your jaw, and to your neck. Your eyelids became heavy as he sucked at your sensitive spot, his tongue swirling around sinfully and his hot breath coming out in puffs against you, sending shivers down your spine. “Why though? You’re so confident and flirty surely you can get any girl in bed?” He chuckled against your neck and pulled away, his lips red and glistening with spit.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before, and I didn’t want to have sex with some random girl who would forget my name the next day.” He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips as his fingers worked in slow circles on your waist. You felt your heart bloom like a flower in the spring at his confession, your bottom lip coming out in a pout.

“Jaemin that’s so cute, you’re adorable.” You took his face in both of your hands, squishing his cheeks together and making his own lips form into a pout. He whined and tried to draw his head back, his cheeks flaring up bright red from being called adorable. The only person who had ever called him adorable was his grandmother, and that hadn’t been for many years. “Have you ever done…like other stuff with girls though?” You tilted your head in wonder, your thoughts drifting as Jaemin’s tongue poked out between his pouted lips. You let go of his face and instead placed your hands gently on his shoulders.

“Yeah I’ve been sucked off before and eaten some pussy.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal when in fact your heart started racing at the thought of his tongue in your intimate areas. “Have you had sex?” The question was nagging at his mind until he finally couldn’t take it anymore and had to ask you.

“I have, only like three times though with my ex-boyfriend.” You smiled and shrugged. “It was…mediocre, he cared more about his own orgasms.”

“Men aint shit baby girl.” Jaemin whispered, stealing a kiss from your lips again as a loud laugh erupted from you at the irony of his choice of words.

“But you’re a man?” You narrowed your eyes in amusement, his teeth on full display as he gave you a big cheeky grin.

“I’m not like other men though.” He winked, leading you to fake gag from the cheesiness, his fingers digging into your sides and tickling you as a punishment. “Just you wait and see!” He pushed you onto your back, your head hitting his pillows and his body slotting between your legs. You felt a firework of butterflies go off in your stomach from how having his body there made you feel. He reached over you, placing his hands on the bed either side of your neck, your body now completely caged in by his.

“I’m excited to see what you can do.” You smirked up at him, raising your eyebrows suggestively. His cheeks glowed pink and he bit his bottom lip, his eyes boring into yours without breaking contact even for a second. “Virgin.” You sniggered, his mouth dropping open as he sat back, faking offence and letting out a gasp. His hands finding your sides again to tickle you mercilessly. As he tickled you, he couldn’t help but realise that he’d met his dream girl. You weren’t afraid to tease him, you were kind, and you and him just instantly clicked. He didn’t want to voice his thoughts just in case you weren’t both on the same page, but he was almost 100% sure that you were going to be the girl to take his virginity.

---

Having a newborn baby in your arms was strange. Also a blessing, as not everyone would get to experience the wonder of holding a new life in their arms until they had their own children. Her smooth skin, fluffy black hair which she had a surprising amount of, her tiny fingers, and the little noises that would emit from her when she moved around in her sleep to get comfortable had you feeling soft. In the past two months of dating Jaemin you honestly could say that you’d beenhappier than you had in a long time. Jaemin was a whirlwind of everything perfect. He was the best boyfriend you could possibly ask for. His pores seeped with romance and affection, he was funny, and he did everything he possibly could to make you smile. It didn’t even bother you that you hadn’t had sex with him yet, you were happy to wait until he initiated things with you whenever he was ready. You had found out that he was an absolute master of using his tongue though, so you couldn’t complain.

This was your first time babysitting with Jaemin, and so far, everything was going great. Renjun’s newborn baby Jihyo was an absolute dream to watch over, mostly because the only bad thing she could do was cry, which she had only done briefly when she’d pooped, luckily Uncle Jaemin took care of that. Renjun and his girlfriend had decided to take Jiyeon to the zoo for the day without Jihyo, wanting to make sure that Jiyeon was still receiving as much love and attention as she needed. So when Renjun had mentioned in their group chat that he needed a babysitter, Jaemin had volunteered you both for the position.

“She’s so cute, how can anyone make something this precious?” You looked up from her peaceful face to Jaemin’s delicate face. He was sitting with you on the sofa, your back pressed into his chest as he cuddled the two of you. He looked into your eyes and smiled a wide smile, pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose. You didn’t notice how he had literal hearts in his eyes from watching you hold a baby. Jaemin had always had a craving for the perfect family, and he knew he wouldn’t ever have that until he met the love of his life, got married, and had a baby. So he couldn’t help the way his heart kept speeding up as thoughts of wifing you up and making babies with you flashed through his head as if he was looking into the future. He didn’t want to rush things and end up scaring you away though, so those thoughts stayed locked inside of his own head for his eyes only.

“Well someone made you.” His reply had your eyes rolling, but you leaned your head back against his shoulder anyway, a gentle laugh tumbling from your lips at how corny he was.

“I bet you were a precious baby.” You commented offhandedly, not realising the emotional turmoil it would throw Jaemin into. He didn’t know how to tell you that he was anything but precious when he was born. He sighed and leaned the side of his head against yours, his arms tightening around you.

“I was born addicted to heroin.” He whispered, his stomach curdling at the words leaving his mouth. You whipped your head around and pulled it back slightly so that you could look at him properly. He gave you a small smile that didn’t reach his cheeks and it broke your heart slightly.

“Jaemin…you never told me that…” You furrowed your eyebrows in question. Now that you think about it, Jaemin hadn’t ever really spoken about his mother or father, only making a comment about his mother being dead. You didn’t want to pry, and you knew eventually he would open up to you about it, you just hadn’t expected it to be in this moment.

“My mother was an addict, and my father ran away as soon as he found out about my impending existence. My grandmother is my fathers’ mother and she was the one who took me in. She has nothing to do with my father either, I don’t even know where he is.” He shrugged like it didn’t matter, but by the look in his eyes, you could tell it tore him apart and had had an effect on him in the past. “I recovered but it stunted my growth growing up and I was bullied, a lot.” You wanted to grab him and give him a big squeeze, but with Jihyo in your arms it wasn’t possible. Instead you gave him a sad look, one that he could tell you were sympathising with him. “I’m okay now.” And all of a sudden, that Jaemin was gone, like he had never even existed. A big smile took over his face and it was if he had just told you that he’d won the lottery. His eyes moved from you to focus on Jihyo. “Come here my pretty girl, it’s uncle nana’s turn for a cuddle.” He shuffled out from behind of you, now sitting beside you as he scooped the sleeping tot from your hold. You opted not to ask any questions or say anything, just faking a smile and stroking Jihyo’s hair down after it fluffed up from the transfer. You couldn’t even think of what kind of questions you could ask him about his past, and you didn’t know what would be triggering for him.

“You love kids don’t you.” You decided to comment, keeping it positive and a good conversation changer. He nodded his head quickly in agreement; thankful you didn’t insist on talking about his past.

“Oh! I almost forgot,” His eyes flicked up to look into yours and you felt almost stunned by how beautiful he was. Sometimes you’d forget that he was your boyfriend and when you remembered you felt giddy inside. “I have a race on Friday, would you like to come?”

“You’re okay with me being there?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise at his offer. You’d asked him if you could see him race before, and he’d told you that he wasn’t sure if he wanted you there or not.

“Yeah, I want to see your beautiful face after I win.” He looked down at the baby in his arms and pressed the softest kiss to her forehead, bouncing her very gently to soothe her after she started to make a fuss, quiet whines emitting from her and her little body attempting to twist around. His words left a feeling of warmth inside of you, and you knew that you wouldn’t miss his race for the world.

“Then I’ll be there.”

---

“So are you going to be in the car with him or watching with me?” Haechan’s voice dragged your attention from a girl wearing the tiniest pair of shorts you’d ever seen, back to him. He smiled at you in amusement of your shocked expression. He was clearly used to this type of environment, seeing the scantily dressed women, and men who looked like they could break all of the bones in your body with a flick of their wrist. But you felt safe with Haechan, since you considered him to be someone who was able to protect you. The starting point of the race was also the finishing point, and it was behind the old railway tracks that weren’t in the populated areas of the city, less likely for the police to find it. There was a lot of people attending the race, and you had lost sight of Jaemin after you’d arrived with him. He’d passed you over to Haechan, pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and told you he had to ‘take care of something’.

“Watching with you,” You smiled up at him, then furrowed your eyebrows as you thought about it. “would I even be allowed in the car with him?” He shrugged, biting the inside of his cheek as he also thought about it.

“Probably, it’s not like you would affect his racing at all.” You didn’t want to ask Jaemin though, because you didn’t actually want to be in the car whilst he was racing. It was a scary thought to you, but you were just curious as to if you could or not.

“When does it start?”

“In about 10 minutes.” You gave him a small smile and let out a sigh, your eyes scanning the crowd to see if you could spot Jaemin. You couldn’t, so you just turned your attention back to Haechan.

“Where’s your girlfriend? Did she not want to come?” His shoulders sank and he gave you an awkward smile, scratching the back of his head before clearing his throat.

“We’re kind of on a break right now, things got a bit too much with the whole Jeno situation and I’m not sure what’s going to happen.” He shrugged, but you could tell he was bothered by it, his eyes drifting to the floor as he kicked at a stone on the floor.

“Oh I’m sorry, Jaemin didn’t tell me!” You felt bad, but you didn’t know so there wasn’t much you could have done to avoid the awkwardness now floating in the air between you both. He shrugged again and gave you a genuine smile, shuffling over from foot to foot.

“Don’t worry about it, come on let’s go wait by the starting line.” He grabbed you by the shoulders from behind and steered you towards where a white line of paint had been marked on the floor. You stood behind the metal barriers, Haechan standing close to you to stop any of the sleezy men from approaching you. He bumped his shoulder against yours and nodded towards the cars approaching the line. “It’s about to start.” You felt your heart sink slightly that you didn’t get to give Jaemin a good luck kiss. You knew what he did was dangerous, and if anything happened to him during the race without you kissing him before hand, you’d be absolutely heartbroken.

“I’m nervous.” You mumbled, glancing at Haechan quickly before giving Jaemin’s car all of your attention. The car visibly rumbling from the strength of the engine and how Jaemin was revving it, the sound loud but muffled with the rest of the other noisy cars.

“Don’t be. Jaemin is probably the best racer here and he knows what he’s doing.” Haechan’s words reassured you but there was still a slight nagging feeling in your stomach that something bad was going to happen.

Everything flashed by quicker than you could have ever imagined. A girl wearing nothing but a bikini top and jean shorts stood in the middle of the dirt road, the white flag in her hand falling to the floor to signify the start of the race. The cars took off with a cloud of dirt left in their wake, the loud engines fading as the cars went down the dirt road. Haechan had told you that after the dirt road finished, they’d race through the city, then they’d loop back around and finish exactly where they’d started. Everyone went back to chatting and mingling with each other as they waited for the tell-tale sound of cars approaching. Haechan got you a can of beer from the cooler in his car and he kept you close to his side. He tried to convince you to dance to the music coming from someone’s car, and as you tried to brush him off, he grabbed you and twirled you around, forcing you to dance with him which had you both wheezing of laughter from how chaotic it was. You didn’t realise how fun Haechan could be, and you felt bad for having assumed he was dangerous and having tried to avoid him as much as you could. You still knew he was dangerous, but you knew he wasn’t a danger to you.

The sound of the car’s engines getting louder brought everyone out of their mingling, and you rushed with Haechan back over to the metal barrier. Jaemin’s car skidded around the corner with perfect control on the dirt road, the rest of the cars close behind him, but he was in the lead. You watched with bated breath, unable to even cheer like the rest of the crowd as Jaemin crossed the finish line first. You felt Haechan’s arms around you, lifting you up and spinning you around.

“He won!” Haechan’s confirmation of what you already knew had you laughing, and you couldn’t control the grin on your face. You felt an overwhelming sense of pride in your boyfriend, knowing that racing means a lot to him and winning is such an accomplishment. He’d told you before that when he doesn’t win, he gets into a funk for a few days, feeling like a failure because the only thing he was really good at was driving. You wanted to disagree with him, but in typical Jaemin fashion, he changed the subject before you could address it. Haechan took your hand in his own and almost dragged you with him to where Jaemin had parked his car. Jaemin was sat on the hood of his car, his arms folded over his chest with a big smirk painted on his face when he noticed you approaching him. He pushed himself off of the car and picked you up as you ran into his arms, holding you by your thighs and pressing his lips to yours.

“You won baby!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him like your life depended on it. Haechan came up beside you and patted Jaemin on the shoulder, mumbling something in his ear before disappearing off. “Where’s he going?” You tilted your head, your eyes following Haechan until he disappeared out of sight.

“He’s a drug dealer babe, I think you know where he’s going.” He chuckled, still holding you in his arms. He laid a soft kiss onto your lips, humming against them in satisfaction with his hands rubbing against your thighs in a massaging motion. “We need to celebrate my win, don’t you think?” He whispered against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Mmm we do, how are we going to celebrate?” Your lips brushed against his as you spoke, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Jaemin’s smirk grew and he glanced down at your lips, pecking them with his quickly and trailing kisses down to your ear.

“I want to fuck you.” He whispered in a seductive tone, his grip tightening on you as you gasped in surprise. You felt a fire ignite in your stomach at his suggestive words, the thing you’d been waiting for finally about to happen. He dragged his lips back to yours, his tongue licking into your mouth and making it feel like fireworks sparked between you.

“Please do.” He set you down on your feet, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly texting Haechan to tell him that you were both leaving. You let yourself into the passenger side of Jaemin’s car, almost bouncing in your seat at how excited you were to finally have sex with Jaemin. Jaemin disappeared for a few minutes before climbing in beside you, revving the engine and placing a big bag of money underneath his seat.

The two of you drove away, and you were surprised to find out you weren’t going in the direction of either of yours homes, your eyebrows furrowing in question but you didn’t bother asking Jaemin about his intended destination, instead just going with the flow, all of your trust in Jaemin. The trees on either side of the rural road were only lit up by the moonlight and the headlights of the car. No other cars were anywhere to be seen as you looked at the clock and noticed is was nearing 2am, so you felt as if it was just you and Jaemin in the world, no other people mattering to you as Jaemin pulled the car into a grassy car park next to a nature trail, obviously no one around to disturb you. You glanced over at Jaemin as he turned off the ignition, the moonlight shining against his beautiful features. You could see that he took a deep breath, clenching his fists and then rubbing his sweaty palms against his thighs.

“I should have known you would want to lose your virginity in your car.” You giggled, reaching over and taking one of his hands into your own. He let out a soft laugh, his gaze switching from his steering wheel over to you. “Are you nervous?” You lowered the sound of your voice, it coming out soft and as your words hit Jaemin’s ears they almost melted from how delicate they sounded.

“A little, I just want to make you feel good.” He found his courage and swooped in, catching your lips between his own and moving his hands from his thighs to rest one on your thigh, and the other on your waist.

“I want you so bad.” You mumbled into his mouth as your tongue fought for dominance, his tongue winning and turning the kiss heated and sensual immediately. You grabbed his hand, popping open the button on your jeans and guiding his hand inside of your panties. He let out a soft gasp, his lips pulling away from yours.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me already.” He almost growled, his fingers moving up and down your folds, spreading your essence up to your clit before circling it with two of his fingers. “Does that feel good?” He laid a kiss to your neck, prompting you to tilt your head away from him to give him easier access.

“Yeah, oh Jaemin.” You let out a breathy moan, sinking slightly in the seat as he started sucking on your neck, his fingers working magic against your over sensitive bundle of nerves. You’d started getting wet from the second Jaemin mentioned fucking you, all of the thoughts that had ran through your head turning filthy and making your thighs clench together on the way there, needing friction in the place you couldn’t wait for Jaemin to touch. You even thought about all of the times Jaemin had eaten you out, licking you to completion like an expert with your thighs thrown over his shoulders, your toes curling as he sucked on your clit like it was his lifeline. What he lacked in experience, he sure made up for in natural talent and enthusiasm. You also thought about how well his cock would fit inside of you, the few times you’d seen it when you’d sucked him off or given him a handjob giving you a lot of hope for how good it could make you feel inside of your tight pussy. So by the time Jaemin slid two fingers inside of you, you were already ready and gagging for his cock to be inside of you.

“Will you ride me?” He muttered against your neck, licking a stripe up your soft skin and blowing cool air against it, a shiver running through you that shot straight to your core. You nodded your head eagerly, grabbing his wrist to stop his fingers. He pulled his hand out of your pants, waiting for you to make the next move as he held his breath in anticipation. You lifted your hips from the seat, tucking your fingers into the waistband of your jeans and tugging them down your legs with your panties in tow. You kicked off your shoes and rid yourself of your jeans and panties, leaving them pooled in the footwell of the car. It was all very hurried, but you didn’t want to waste any more time, and Jaemin was so nervous that he just wanted to get things in motion. Jaemin unzipped his jeans, pushing them down slightly and pulling his half hard cock out of his boxers. He gripped his shaft in his shaky hand, giving it a few pumps.

“Let me.” You pushed your hair behind your shoulders and leaned down, kissing the tip of his cock with a teasing peck, before swirling your tongue around the head. Letting out a sultry moan, Jaemin tipped his head back to rest against his seat, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he got lost in your mouth. You sunk down on his cock, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head on him, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut in pleasure, placing his hand on the top of your head and threading his fingers through your hair. He tugged on your hair gently in encouragement, guiding your head up and down his length with his breathing picking up.

“Baby stop,” He gulped, pulling your head up with his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumb rubbing against your hot skin as he leaned in and pecked your lips with his own. “I wanna cum inside of you.”

“Have you got a condom?” You were on the pill, but you didn’t want to risk getting pregnant, it was something the both of you had discussed before and you’d both came to an agreement that if you have a baby together then it would be planned. Jaemin had seen how badly unplanned pregnancies had been on Jeno and Renjun’s relationships, and even though he knew not every relationship went through tough times because of an unexpected baby, he didn’t want to take the risk.

“Yeah.” He reached over and opened the glove box, pulling out a foil packet and giving you a smile. You watched as he rolled the rubber down his fully hard cock, your stomach fluttering from how hot the sight looked. “Okay, I’m ready.” He pushed his seat back slightly, making room between him and the steering wheel for you. You awkwardly clambered over the centre console and settled down into his lap with your legs either side of his. “Hi.” He chuckled weakly, his cheeks already red from how nervous and shy he suddenly felt.

“Hi.” You nuzzled your nose against his, laying a gentle kiss on his lips as you placed one hand on his shoulder, the other one gripping his cock to line it up with your almost dripping centre. Jaemin’s hands found purchase on your hips, his breath hitching as you slowly lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh my-” You cut him off by smashing your lips into his, his moan melting into your mouth as you circled your hips, sitting comfortably and ignoring the slight sting from the stretch you hadn’t felt in so long. “Shit.” He mumbled; the words muffled against your lips. You couldn’t help the big smile that stretched across your lips, overjoyed at giving Jaemin something he’d been waiting for long for and getting such a positive reaction from him. You felt a rush of heat go through you as you realised how hot it was getting in the car, your eyes drifting from Jaemin over to the windows that were all fogged up from the heated situation between you both. He followed your gaze and mirrored your smile, lifting his finger and drawing a heart in the condensation. You laughed and laid your head against his, almost forgetting that his cock was buried balls deep inside of you as you placed a tender kiss on his cheek.

“Can you take your shirt off?” You whispered, your hands coming down to sit at the hem of his long-sleeved, black shirt. “I… wanna see your tattoos.” You felt shy admitting it, but Jaemin’s tattoos were a huge turn on for you. They had an array of colours from wrist to shoulder, mostly black but the colour fitted perfectly with the designs. When he was wearing his long-sleeved t-shirt you couldn’t even tell that he had both arms completely covered in tattoos, and you loved how it was a complete contrast to his butter wouldn’t melt face and baby pink hair. His smirk grew and he nodded his head fast, lifting his arms as you shimmied his shirt over his head, quickly discarding of it in the back seat. “You’re so hot, I’m so lucky.” You dived your face into the crook of his neck, licking a stripe up his slightly salty skin before latching your teeth onto him. You lifted yourself up as you sucked on his neck, his hands settling on your hips as you dropped back down, a dull pang of pleasure mixed slightly with pain blooming to life inside of you.

“Baby! oh…oh!” Jaemin’s moans were like music to your ears when you started to circle your hips, getting a perfect rhythm until you were bouncing in his lap, the car moving up and down in time with you both. Jaemin started to buck his hips up, chasing after the euphoric feeling he’d never experienced in this way before. The heat in the car was rising, and Jaemin’s chest was starting to shine from sweat underneath the moonlight streaming in from the little heart Jaemin made on the window.

“You feel so good.” You praised him, grabbing his face in your hands and licking into his mouth. Jaemin keened at your praise, his hips quicken up as his tongue flicked with yours. You slipped your hands down to the side of his neck and could feel his muscles tense up in, his fingers pressing into your hips tight enough that you were sure they would leave little bruises. You kept your lips on his, trailing your hands down to his biceps and gripping onto them to keep yourself stable. “Right there!” You squealed as you dropped down onto him and he bucked up at the perfect time, the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive spot to your surprise. You knew it was a place that not many men could find, and you hadn’t expected Jaemin to hit it dead on with his first time, but he did, and it left a fire burning inside of you. He smiled, proud of himself for making you feel so good, but it was short lived as his orgasm creeped up on him.

“I’m close,” He whispered, his head falling back and eyes shutting, stars starting to fizzle against the black of eyelids from how hard he was squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck I’m cumming!” He stopped thrusting, his hips stilling as his cock spurted cum into the condom, a long drawn out whine leaving his parted lips that had also stilled against your mouth. You were close, and you knew if he could deal with some oversensitivity for a few moments then you’d be able to chase your own high. You gripped onto his shoulders and started to bounce on his lap faster than before, short pants leaving your parted lips and your head falling to rest on your left hand on his shoulder. It was when he lifted his hips one final time, his half hard cock slamming once more into your g-spot that you felt your thighs start to quiver, your fingers digging into his skin as your orgasm crashed into you. You’d never came so fast before in your entire life, and it was even more shocking to you that someone who’d never fucked before in their life was the one to bring that onslaught of a feeling to you. It made sense that Jaemin came so quickly, but you had no excuse apart from Jaemin being naturally gifted in the bedroom and from how wound up you were waiting for him to fuck you.

“Fuck.” You huffed out, Jaemin’s arms wrapping around you like a blanket to secure you against his body as he came down from your high. He laid butterfly kisses to your neck as you nuzzled into his shoulder, feeling secure and loved in his hold.

“(Y/N)…” You lifted your head lazily to look him in the eyes, the moon reflecting in his dark irises and causing a pool of something unfamiliar to form in your gut. He took a few deep breaths as you stared into your eyes, his gaze flicking down to scan over your face before lifting back to your enchanting eyes. “I love you.” You then realised what the unfamiliar feeling you were feeling was. It’s what lead you to utter the words back to him.

“I love you too.” In perfect synchronisation you both leaned in, your lips meeting in the middle and sealing the love you’d just confession to each other for the first time.

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You hadn’t heard from Jaemin yet. It was 5:30pm and really strange that you hadn’t heard from him since the day prior, when usually on the days you had work, you’d pick your phone up to multiple messages from him. But today, none. It caused a tiny spark of worry in your stomach, mainly because you knew he was very reckless with his car, even though you trusted his driving 100%, you couldn’t trust every other driver on the road. So instead of heading home, you jumped into your car and headed over to his apartment. His car was out the front, in perfect condition as usual, so you crossed that off of reasons why Jaemin hadn’t messaged you. You let out a sigh in relief, stopping your car behind his own, also noting that Haechan’s car was parked on the road, so at least you’d have someone to answer the door even if Jaemin wasn’t home.

As you approached the door you took a deep breath, knocking timidly and knotting your fingers together in anticipation as you waited for someone to answer the door. It wasn’t long before the door opened, Haechan appearing behind the door with a lopsided smile on his face.

“Oh hey (Y/N), Jaemin didn’t say he was expecting you.” He stepped aside, wordlessly telling you to come in. You walked in, taking off your shoes and smiling up at him nervously.

“He isn’t expecting me, but he hasn’t messaged me today and I was just stopping by to see if he was okay. I’m just happy he hasn’t wrapped his car around a tree.” You laughed softly with no amusement in your voice at all.

“Oh…he’s in his room.” He nodded in the direction of Jaemin’s room and watched as you started to walk towards it. “(Y/N),” He called out quietly causing you to turn around before you reached the door, tilting your head in question. “He hasn’t had a good day…just a heads up.”

“Okay.” You nodded and gently knocked on Jaemin’s door before letting yourself in. The first thing you noticed was the curtains were drawn shut, only a few rays of light peeking in through the gaps where the curtains meet. Then you noticed the big lump on the bed. You had a feeling Jaemin was the lump, his back to you and the duvet pulled up over his head. “Jaem…?” You called out, waking around the bed and catching the eyes of Jaemin. His eyes were completely bloodshot, and only his head was poking out from the duvet, his hair messier than you’d ever seen before.

“Hey.” He mumbled with no enthusiasm evident in his voice. He sniffed, poking a hand up from his duvet to wipe at his eyes, giving you proof that he’d cried at least once today. He made no effort to get up, simply staring at you with a horribly emotionless look behind his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You sat down on the bed beside his body, your hand settling on the top of the lump where you assumed his hip was. He let out a long sigh and momentarily shut his eyes, as if he was bracing himself for something. You’d never seen Jaemin in this state before. He’d always presented himself as a positive, happy person, so to see him looking as broken as he did when he opened his eyes to look at you again shook you to the core. But even the happiest person on the world has their moments of sadness too.

“I don’t want to burden you.” He settled on, the lump moving as he shrugged his shoulders, his lips naturally pouting like a stubborn child.

“Are you sick?” You quizzed on, your stomach starting to curdle from the worry you felt at seeing your normally bubbly boyfriend looking so glum.

“No.”

“Did something happen?”

“No.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s not you.”

“Did something happen with the boys?”

“No.”

“Did something happy with your grandma?”

“No.” You were starting to feel defeated and slightly frustrated that he wasn’t cooperating with you.

“Okay.” You shrugged, completely giving up and letting out an irritated sigh. You stayed silent, turning away from him slightly to look around his room. You noticed his phone on charge across the room, his normally put away clothes just strewn across the floor as if he’d completely just thrown them there. You pulled your hand away from him and instead knotted it up with your other hand, twiddling your fingers together as you got lost in your thoughts. You felt sick with worry, not knowing how when he would recover from whatever was floating around in his own head. His voice pulled your out of your thoughts, your stomach dropping at what he said.

“I have severe depression, and today I woke up and wanted to kill myself to stop the feeling, the only reason I didn’t was because I saw the text you sent me this morning telling me to have a good day and that you love me. Then I felt awful because I know how it feels to lose someone, and it isn’t ever a feeling I want you to feel.” He let out a soft sob, his eyes squeezing shut and taking in a deep breath as he looked up at the back of your head. He could tell from how your body was shaking that you were crying silently. Your face was creased up as you cried for your boyfriend, feeling your heart crack at this confession.

“Jaemin…” You stood up and turned to face him, tugging the duvet out of his grip. You stripped off your uniform, mainly for hygiene reasons, so you were just in your underwear before you climbed into his bed with him, pressing your forehead against his own. “Thank you.” You whispered, your hand finding on of his underneath the duvet and threading your fingers with his.

“What for?” He gulped, his pillow now wet and uncomfortable but he couldn’t find it in him to care as he felt you there with him.

“For not doing it.” You couldn’t even think of the words to describe the horrible feeling you had swirling around inside of your tense stomach. Your boyfriend had just admitted something so incredibly crushing to you, and the only thing you could think of was how he had kept this to himself for the past five months of your relationship. You weren’t mad. You didn’t think you could ever be mad at him for this. No, you were heartbroken. Heartbroken for him because he had been fighting an internal battle all on his own when you could have been there as a support beam for him. “Talk to me in future, I’m so in love with you and I never want you to fight anything on your own.” Your voice was shaky, small sobs still falling from your lips as you gripped onto his hand tightly.

“I’ll be okay.” He whispered, moving his head up and placing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He pulled his hand out of your grip, instead wrapping his arms around your torso and holding you tightly against his chest. He didn’t want to see you cry because of him, so if he hugged you it would block your face from his vision, and he could bring you comfort. He also didn’t want you to see the tears falling from his red eyes.

“I wanted to pretend everything was perfect. You’re perfect for me, and I wanted a life to match that. I’m sorry baby.” He breathed through his mouth to try and steady out his breathing, his arms tightening around you like a vice.

“You haven’t got to apologise…can I ask why you have depression?” He took a deep breath at your question. You could feel and hear his heart beating against your ear, the steady thumps bringing you more comfort that you thought it ever could. Jaemin poured his heart out to you completely, not missing out any details about his past, answering all the unasked questions you had in your head that you had waited patiently for him to open up to you about. He told you more about his birth, going into detail about his parents and his grandmother. You’d heard this before when you had babysat with him, but this time he told you everything in finer detail. Then he told you about his stunted growth and how he was bullied severely at school, which is what caused him to be the person he is today. It made sense that he wanted people to see him as a positive person, but you found it hard to wrap your head around how someone who went through all of that could be as positive as he had always appeared to be without having an episode like he was currently going through. It made perfect sense to you, and you felt like you understood Jaemin a lot more now. The final piece of the puzzle that was Jaemin fitting into place.

“I promise that I don’t go through phases like this often, and I don’t really have a trigger…it just randomly hits me, and I guess today was one of those days.” His hands rubbed up and down your back, his fingertips tracing circles in on your bare skin sending shivers through you.

“It wouldn’t matter to me if you went had phases like this all the time, I love you for you, depression included.” You laughed very softly, closing your eyes from how his heartbeat and your eyes, tired from cry, was making you feel sleepy. He let out a gentle laugh, his lips placing a firm kiss to your head. “Tell me in future, I’ll call in sick and we can spend the day as bed burritos together okay?”

“Bed burritos?” He raised an eyebrow in confusion, already feeling a flicker of positivity burning like a tiny flame inside the pit of negativity inside of him.

“Yeah, you were wrapped up in your duvet like a burrito. Bed burrito.” You yawned, totally relaxed with him now, a complete contrast to how you felt when you’d entered the room. Jaemin laughed again, the flicker inside of him growing again.

“Okay beautiful.” He moved a hand down to pat your butt affectionately and with no intention behind it. It was when you fell asleep on his chest, and he looked down at your peacefully sleeping face that he realised you were the woman he’d dreamt of every time he’d fantasied about his perfect future. The mysterious woman in all of his visions, the one walking down the aisle, the one holding his faceless children’s hands, the one growing old beside him, now having a face and a name.

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Jaemin had never felt so nervous before in his entire life. And that was saying something, considering the rollercoaster of a life he’d lived. But even the nervousness of going to school, the nervousness of his first race, and his nervousness to lose his virginity couldn’t compared to this. But he’d made his mind up, and he was determined not to chicken out. ‘Chill out man, it’s not like you’re going to ask her to marry you, you’re only asking her if she wants to move in with you. You know she’ll say yes, so be chill.’ Jeno’s words rang through his head as he held you in his arms, swaying with you in the darkness of the night, the moon and the stars the only witnesses to his nerves since you hadn’t seemed to have caught on to his slightly tense body and shaky hands.

“Are you cold?” You spoke to softly Jaemin almost didn’t catch your words as you spoke them into his neck, your head tucked under his chin in your favourite spot. You felt so secure and loved when you snuggled into him like that, and he always pulled you to that position if he held you. “Your hands are shaking.” You could feel how his fingers were tapping against you from the way they shook, and even though you were enjoying your little slow dance under the moonlight, you’d prefer Jaemin didn’t catch a cold. The breeze was slow, and the air was warm, but you knew everyone reacted to temperature differently. Something you’d been made aware of working as a carer, most of your elderly clients feeling the cold a lot more than you and complaining about it despite the sweat you had on your forehead from being so hot.

“No, I’m okay…are you cold?” He glanced up at the sky, the moon being bright and easily visible through the clearing in the trees. This was the spot where he’d lost his virginity, and he loved to come here not only to relive that moment in his thoughts, but because it was peaceful and serene, nobody around to disturb the calm.

“I’m toasty.” You giggled, your arms wrapped around his neck as you snuggled into his warmth further, if it was even possible. He let out a quick laugh and then gently tugged you away from him, his eyes darting over your face quickly. You furrowed your eyebrows at how he was looking at you, about to ask him if he was feeling okay when he leaned in, catching your lips with his own. You closed your eyes, moving your lips slowly with his as his hand came up to stroke your cheek with so much delicacy you could hardly feel his feather light touch. He broke the kiss and whispered against your lips.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He took a step back from you and took a deep breath. You kept your eyes closed, slightly scared he was going to run away and make you play a sadistic game of hide and seek in a dark forest. But then you felt stupid because you knew Jaemin would never make you do that. You almost giggled to yourself from the thought when Jaemin spoke up again. “Okay so, I’ve waited for you for what feels like forever. And now that you’re in my life I know I never want to you leave again, and I want to wake up beside you every morning. You’ve brought so much joy and love I never knew I could feel from anyone other than my grandma,” He let out an awkward laugh after he said that, then carried on, swallowing the lump in his throat. “You’ve shown that you’ll support me through thick and thin these past six months and I’ve never been so sure of something before in my life as that I’m sure you’re the love of my life…Okay open your eyes.” When you opened them you were confused for a second, wondering when Jaemin became a magician and could disappear so fast when his voice was clearly in front of you. You had been told by Jeno a few days prior that Jaemin was going to ask you to move in with him, his excuse for telling you was ‘he’s going to be super nervous so if you’re going to say no then at least you can plan your way of letting him down gently.’ And you assumed this was his way of asking you to move in with him, expecting him to be holding a key when you opened your eyes, and you were definitely going to say yes. However, when your line of sight drifted down and your jaw almost hit the floor when you saw him down on one knee, a ring in a box in his hand and a nervous look on his face, not so expertly covered by a smile.

“Will you marry me?”

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Let’s Switch Things Up (ft. MINO) (2)

Part 2

Minho just keeps surprising you.

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Word Count: 2028

Warnings: Suggestive, snarky? Mentions of cheating

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He paused and blinked a few times.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right. What did you just say?”

You laughed.

“You heard me right. I’m attending my ex’s wedding. And he’s marrying my friend who he cheated on me with.”

He tilted his head to the side.

“I don’t understand.”

You laughed again, a little more bitterly.

“Yeah, neither do I. I’m only going because of my best friends.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the first time in ages we’ll get to meet in person.” Your eyes softened. “And I really miss them.”

The guy had a light smile on his face.

“I get it now.”

“It’s just that… I know I will be made fun of for not having a plus one.”

You shook your head at his raised brows.

“Yeah, a lot of my old classmates can be mean.”

He inched a little closer.

“Could you tell me what happened? Only if you’re okay with it, of course.”

You shrugged.

“Yeah sure, I don’t mind talking about it.”

You took a sip of water and began.

“So, all of this happened two years ago. We had been dating for three years. And I knew that something was off. It was understandable. He was very busy with his job and I was busy with mine. We weren’t getting time to spend with each other. And every time I tried, it seemed like he would try his best to get out of it.”

You smiled sadly.

“I know. I should have seen the signs. But he was my longest relationship. And we had been friends for years before dating. I trusted him. When he told me that he’d have to spend two months abroad for work, he wasn’t lying and I didn’t doubt him. At that point, things were just really strained and he was very stressed. So, to make things a little easier for him, I introduced him to my friend who lived in the city he’d be working in.”

You paused, grip on your dress tightening slightly. You didn’t notice that he noticed.

“And from there, it’s pretty obvious what happened. Soon, he started ditching my calls saying he was busy. He just never told me he was busy with her. And then, one long weekend, when I flew over to surprise him, I found her in his bed.”

He surprised you when he reached over to hold your hand, gently rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. You stared at him for a bit, trying to gauge whether he was trying to make a move on you or whether he was just being nice. Looking at his eyes, your heart melted a little. He was definitely just being nice.

“Yeah. I really should have seen it coming. But I didn’t. I saw them together and walked straight back out and took a flight back home. I packed up all my stuff and left home for Seoul.”

“You just packed up and left?”

“Yup. Needed a change of scene. I couldn’t deal with being in that apartment anymore.”

He nodded.

“I understand.”

He didn’t really understand, because everything seemed too sudden for him, but somehow for you, who just started talking to a stranger on a plane who seemed scared, it fit. He looked down at his hand. He didn’t know what possessed him to hold your hand, but again, it just seemed right, even if it was something he had never done before. He found himself opening his mouth to ask you something.

“So, they’re getting married now?”

“Yeah. And it’s not a normal wedding. They had to make it an all-expenses paid wedding that goes on for literally three days.”

“Okay. Wow.”

“Yeah.”

And although you looked perfectly content, something told him that you were upset. Again, he didn’t know what he was doing, because he just wasn’t an impulsive or spontaneous person, but he found himself retracting his hand to shake yours. You looked up with an eyebrow raised.

“Hi. I’m Song Minho and I’d be more than happy to be your plus one for this wedding.”

You widened your eyes.

“Oh. Oh wow. Are you sure? You don’t have to if”-

He shook his head. You studied his face for a few seconds before grinning.

“Hi then Minho! I’m Y/N L/N. And I’d love to have you as my plus one.”

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“So, tell me a bit more about your ex and his fiancé. I don’t want to be clueless when I meet these … interesting people.”

You nodded and whipped out your phone, pulling up some old photos.

“Okay, so I know this is a group picture, but he’s the shirtless one in an apron and she’s the one holding a cake.”

Minho’s jaw got ever so slightly tense when he realised how alone you were in the picture. Sure, your ex’s hands may have been draped over your thighs, but you were struggling to keep a smile on your face. It was so obviously fake. And your ex was so obviously unbothered by it.

“Ah okay. What’re their names?”

“Andy and Liza.”

“Okay, tell me more. How did you meet?”

“Oh right. We were in high school together. At that point, we were just friends, but when we ended up working the same part time job in college, things started changing and one day, after months of flirting, he made me a cake with the icing saying, “Will you go out with me?””

Minho forced a smile.

“Hmmm romantic.”

“It was. It really was. He wasn’t always that bad. He…just got incredibly forgetful over the years.”

Again, Minho found himself saying something he never would.

“So basically, he took you for granted?”

You paused, stunned for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah he did.”

There was a moment’s silence before you turned to him.

“Okay, so if we’re going together, we have to know basic things about each other. So… how do you feel about twenty questions?”

Minho hated twenty questions, but he nodded anyway.

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An hour or so later, you pouted as Minho helped you with your bags.

“We weren’t done with the game though.”

He finally managed to get the last of his bags and started walking towards the exit with you.

“I know, but don’t worry. We can figure this out once we get to the hotel.”

“Thank you so much Minho. I honestly can’t explain how much it means to me, especially since you’re here on vacation.”

“No, don’t worry about it. My friend was a little busy for the next few days anyway.”

Lies. You would soon learn that whenever his left eye twitched, he was lying.

“No, but still”-

“Y/N!”

You froze. You’d recognise that voice anywhere. Before you could react, you felt Andy’s arms wrap around you as he hugged you.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could come!

Minho stiffened when he noticed how uncomfortable you were with Andy’s overfamiliarity. Minho didn’t like him. Something about his behaviour with you was odd. Liza also hugged a visibly uncomfortable you and smiled.

“Y/N! The reason this is all happening!”

Your fake smile slipped. And that was when Minho couldn’t watch this anymore. Again, he found himself doing something he would never otherwise do. He walked forward, wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Hi. You must be the happy couple.”

Your tense body relaxed a little when you heard his voice and felt his arm around you, which was odd. You always took a while to warm up to strangers. Andy’s expression tensed though.

“And you are?”

Minho stuck out his hand.

“I’m her boyfriend.”

Your breath hitched for a second and a light blush spread across your cheeks. You had been planning on introducing him as a close friend. Oh well.

Andy took his hand and smiled a visibly forced smile.

“Oh, I didn’t know she was seeing someone.”

His grip on Minho’s hand tightened.

Minho’s eyebrows shot up. Oh. So, Andy was that kind of guy. The one who felt oddly possessive over his girlfriends no matter how badly he treated them. Scum.

Minho’s grip tightened even more.

“Well, I doubt you know much about her anyway.”

Your eyes shot up from your fake smile to stare at Minho in shock. You did not see snarky Minho coming.

Andy just stood there for a minute with his eyes wide. He couldn’t believe what he heard. When he finally got around to reacting, Minho had already moved on to shaking Liza’s hand and offering her a smile. It was fake, and you knew this because every time he had smiled at you, with that ridiculously adorable smile that just lit up his whole face, you found yourself melting. Andy, however, interrupted your thoughts. In a mocking tone, he asked,

“I’ve known Y/N for 8 years. How long have you known her for?”

You glared at Andy, and wrapped your hand in Minho’s, prepared to leave and apologise to Minho about Andy’s behaviour later, when Minho replied in a tone of pure ice.

“Long enough to know her worth.”

Your jaw dropped. Liza’s smile was long gone and Andy was practically red with anger. So was Minho. On the outside, he seemed calm, cool and collected, but he hated the way Andy treated you and felt so entitled to your kindness. The way he treated you when you were so clearly uncomfortable was just the tipping point. A smile tugged at your lips, even though you made a half-hearted attempt to glare at Minho. He pulled you a little closer, shooting you the smile that made you lose track of thought.

Andy was furious and it was clear Minho wasn’t going to back down. It was also clear that you weren’t going to do anything to stop Minho. It wasn’t like Minho was lying about something. You were at an impasse. So, when Liza awkwardly suggested they show you guys to your room in the hotel, everyone jumped at that chance.

Half an hour later, the four of you walked in awkward silence as Liza led you to your room. She offered you a genuine smile.

“Here you go Y/N. We picked one of the pool facing rooms because you like those.”

You struggled, but smiled back at her. It was their wedding. You were not going to be unnecessarily mean.

You and Minho walked in and when you saw the large bed in the middle of the room, your eyebrows shot up. Natasha, one of the two friends you had really missed, told you that all the rooms had two beds. 

“Why is there only one damn bed here?”

Minho blushed and looked away, but you jumped when you heard Andy.

“Why? Is sharing a bed a problem?”

You turned around to find Andy right behind you, about to lean on your shoulder. Before you could even react though, Minho stepped in between.

“No, absolutely not a problem.”

“Oh yeah? Then why did she sound so annoyed?”

Both you and Liza were glaring at Andy, though for very different reasons.

Minho closed his eyes for a second and decided to just go for it. No matter what happened, he would not let Andy bother you any more than he already had. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close.

“We had a bit of an argument before getting here. But we’ll be fine, right babe?”

If you thought your heart was beating fast because he called you ‘babe’, when you looked up at him and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, you thought it would burst out of your chest.

His hand slipped a little lower, from your waist to your hips and played with the knot holding your dress up. He had the most wicked smirk on his face when he mumbled,

“Besides, these things have a way of working themselves out, right princess?”

Andy let out disgusted snort, grabbed Liza’s hand and stomped off, but you didn’t register any of that. You could only register the look in Minho’s eyes and the way your knees were weakening. Did…did you like him?

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[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Quarantined

Bucky x reader

Warnings: Smut (duh), 18+, dubcon if you squint, so please don’t read this if it ain’t your cup of tea.

A/N: I tried so hard not to write this, but I couldn’t help myself. Definitely didn’t mean for it to be this long. Whoopsie!

Word Count: 3,217

********

You walked into your apartment and threw your bag down. The governor has officially ordered all nonessential work places to shut down for two weeks.

You walked into the living room, flopped down on the couch and kicked off your shoes. Soon after, your roommate came out of his bedroom.

"It's official, you have to deal with me all day for two weeks," you yelled out to him. "I just don't know what I'm gonna do about my half of the bills if this lasts longer than we think."

He went to the door to pick up your bag and sit it on the table. Then he came over to sit with you.

"You don't need to worry about money. I can cover the bills for... well, forever." He shrugged.

You looked at him and rolled your eyes. He knew how you felt about not pulling your weight, even though you knew he didn't need help.

As an Avenger, Bucky was paid well and definitely didn't need a roommate, but you were his best friend and when you broke up with your ex boyfriend a year ago, he insisted that you stay with him. You agreed, but stood firm on splitting the bills.

"What will I do for two weeks without work?" You sighed.

********

Day 1

You awakened to the smell of breakfast. When you walked into the kitchen, Bucky was putting powdered sugar on French toast.

"Hey, just in time," he said as he added fruit on top.

"Wow, I can't believe you made breakfast," you sat at the kitchen island.

"Just something to cheer you up," he slid your plate in front of you and took a seat.

You took a bite of the toast and closed your eyes. A moan that sounded much more sexual than you intended escaped your mouth.

Bucky paused in the middle of eating and stared over at you with wide eyes.

"Oh my goodness, this is better than any sex I could ever have."

"Is that a challenge?"

Your eyes popped open. You couldn't tell if he was serious or if he was joking, but the tone of his voice instantly brought life to your clit. You squeezed your thighs together.

"Very funny," you stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled.

********

Day 4

You were making dinner when Bucky walked in with a few household items and the cheese you sent him out for.

"Do you know that I had to go to three different stores for toilet paper?" He huffed.

"Aw, poor baby," you tapped his nose and grabbed what you needed.

"Excuse me? Did you just boop my nose?!" He said in disbelief.

"I did."

"Woman, I am a lethal killing machine," he pulled out one of the many knives that he carries on him at all times and slammed it down on the counter top beside you. "You do not boop my nose."

You stuck the chicken in the oven after sprinkling on the cheese and turned to him completely unfazed by his antics.

"Boop, boop!" You quickly tapped him again twice before going to wash your hands.

"That's it!" He grabbed you and tickled you.

You squealed and tried to fight him off. He knew you couldn't stand to be tickled, because you snorted if you laughed too hard.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" You surrendered.

"And you promise to never ever do that again?"

"I promise!"

He stopped tickling you and helped you up.

"Your laugh is the cutest."

"You're the cutest," you blurted before thinking.

"I'm going to take a shower," he smiled, kissed your forehead and made haste down the hall.

********

Day 7

You were beginning to go stir crazy, so Bucky suggested that you go for a walk. It was a nice day, so you agreed. The streets were almost completely empty aside from a few people walking their dogs.

You went to the park and walked the path. You were talking about regular everyday stuff, making jokes and his future with the team. Then you heard the one voice that you could have gone the rest of your life without hearing.

Your ex boyfriend Joe was coming towards you holding hands with the woman he'd cheated on you with. Bucky noticed the change in your body language and followed your line of sight. He immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you closer.

The movement caught Joe’s eye and he looked up at you.

"Do you want me to break his jaw?" Bucky eyed him.

"That won't be necessary," you nudged him.

"Okay, well can I?"

"Bucky!" You nudged him again.

The closer you got the more awkward it became. You thought about turning and making a run for it, but you knew Bucky wouldn't let you.

Joe's eyes lit up and he dropped his girlfriend's hand, "Hey, Y/N!" He reached for a hug and Bucky pushed him back.

"Social distancing, bud."

"Hello, Joseph," you greeted him doing your best to hold in a laugh.

"How have you been?" He asked.

"I've been okay," you shrugged.

"Just okay? Babe, tell the truth, you've been doing more than okay. Does he know about the bakery?" Bucky chimed.

You squinted up at him. Babe? What the hell was he doing?

"Oh yeah, I'm finally going to open up my bakery, but with everything going on right now it's sort of on hold."

"Wow, that's awesome! I knew you could —" his girlfriend loudly cleared her throat. "Oh, uh this is Grace."

"Yeah, I remember," you looked her up and down.

"Are you two a couple now?" She asked looking from you to Bucky.

"No, they're just friends," Joe furrowed his brows.

"See ya, Joe," Bucky pulled you away and you didn't even bother to say goodbye. Once you were out of his earshot, Bucky said something, but your mind was reeling from the encounter.

He hooked his finger beneath your chin and kissed your lips. Your breathing hitched while you tried to catch up with what was happening.

Just as fast as your lips had met, they'd disconnected. He glanced back to see a shocked Joe still watching and pulled you along.

********

Day 10

You hadn't really spoken to Bucky since the day in the park. You avoided him after returning home and then he went on a quick recon mission with Steve.

It wasn't that you were upset with him, but you were confused. You and Bucky had been friends for years and never crossed the line, but since the start of your quarantine, the flirting has been non stop.

You took your vibrator out of the drawer. Bucky wouldn't be back for another few hours, so you had some time to get rid of a bit of this built up sexual tension. Although, masturbating for the past few days hasn't helped.

If only it was the real thing. You thought to yourself as you turned on your toy.

You pressed the tip to your clit and thought about Bucky. Those blue eyes. That dark hair. His smile.

You imagined him licking your pussy. Sucking your clit into his mouth while his fingers worked your hot wet hole.

Your pussy clenched at the thought. You put the tip of the toy at your opening, teasing yourself for a few seconds until finally pushing it in and then pulling it out to rub your slick all over your clit.

Bucky walked into the apartment. He was glad to be back as he found himself missing you much more than usual while he was away. His ears immediately perked up at the sound of your vibrator. His feet carried him down the hall to your door, he could see a small crease of light. It was cracked.

He stopped just before reaching it.

This is wrong. A violation of her privacy. He told himself. He was unable to listen to the ethical part of his brain. His erection won the battle. He stepped up and looked through the crack.

Your eyes squeezed shut. Your legs were spread wide, your panties were pushed to the side and your plump breasts rested braless. A beautiful sight to see.

He stuck his hand in his sweats and stroked himself. Wishing that he was inside of your slick pussy. He wondered who you were thinking about at this moment.

You raised your knees and slid the vibrator in and out. First slow and then fast. Your other hand worked your clit. You imagined Bucky pounding instead of you. The only thing you were missing was the weight of his body.

"Fuck, baby," you moaned.

Bucky's dick twitched at the sound of your voice. He needed you to say a name. His name.

You moved from your clit to your nipple. Rolling the pebbled flesh in circles between your fingers. You took the vibrator out and sucked it. He watched as you twirled your tongue around it and then jammed it down your throat. He felt the eruption coming.

"Wait, baby not yet."

If he hadn't been watching you he would've sworn you'd caught him. But per your request, he held back.

You put the vibrator back in your pussy and pumped furiously.

"Yes. Yes, Bucky fuck me. Fuck me just like that, baby." You screamed as you started to cum.

He also spilled his seed all over the floor when he heard his name. He watched you intently. Memorizing the movement of your body and the look on your face as you came. Shaking legs. He wanted to feel that first hand. He has for quite some time.

Your breathing was heavy, your eyes fluttering as you tried to come down from your sexual high.

Bucky tucked himself back into his sweats crept back to the front door. He opened it and shut it loudly as if he'd just gotten there.

You scrambled to put on a top when you heard the door. Hurrying to put the cover over your lower half. You pushed your recently used toy beneath your pillow, grabbed your phone and pretended to scroll social media.

Bucky knocked on your door before peeking his head in.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey, how'd everything go?" You looked over at him.

"Good, I'm glad to be back though. Found a great recipe I wanna try tonight."

"Cool, I can't wait," you said feigning excitement.

Your heart was pounding and you hoped he wouldn't ask why. What were the odds of him coming home as soon as you orgasmed? Although, the thought of him possibly seeing you was making you wet all over again.

"Gonna take a quick shower and then get started if you want to help." Bucky had to force himself out of the room. He was getting hard again, because he could still smell your arousal in the air.

********

Day 13

In the days following Bucky watching you, the atmosphere had become filled with more sexual tension. The flirting was still heavy, but it seemed like neither of you were bold enough to make the first move.

You went to his room and knocked on the door twice. You didn't wait for a reply before walking in.

"I could've been naked in here," he said.

His hair was pulled up into a bun and he was shirtless with a pair of basketball shorts on.

"Duh, why else would I just barge in?" You leaned against the door frame and smirked.

He cut his eyes up at you and did a few more push ups before standing. There were tendrils of hair stuck to the his neck from sweat. Your eyes scanned the length of his body before looking him back in the eyes.

You cleared your throat, "Um, I was thinking about pizza tonight. Sound good?"

"Yep," he grabbed his towel and walked towards you. He put his hand on your hip and pulled you into him. "You know what I like," he kissed your neck and went to the bathroom.

You were stuck. You stood there frozen unable to move. Your throbbing pussy screamed for you to touch it.

You snapped out of it when your phone vibrated and you got a text.

No, you told yourself. Your friendship with Bucky was much too important to you to potentially fuck it up. But what if he's the one? You thought again. You convinced yourself that he isn't. This was the quarantine causing you both to act crazy.

********

You sat down on the couch with your pizza and wine next to Bucky. He hit play on the movie he'd picked.

"Is this Hercules?" You asked.

"Mmm hmm," he replied. He knew it was one of your favorite movies.

"Warning you now, I will be singing every song from start to finish."

"I'm okay with that."

By the time the movie was over, you'd finished eating and finished almost a full bottle of wine. And as promised you sang every song.

"You know," you started, "Meg and Hercules reminds me so much of us."

"How so?" He inquired.

"I was like a damsel in distress fighting some meat head until my superhero swooped in and saved me." You laced your fingers together.

He nodded, "Mm, I see."

You reached up with your free hand and turned him to face you. You ran your thumb back and forth over the stubble on his jaw.

"Thank you," you kissed his lips.

When you tried to move back he leaned in more. Pressing his lips to yours harder. You sucked his lip into your mouth and he finally disconnected from you. You stared at him for a moment.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for that," you tried to kiss him again but he stopped you.

"We should wait until you're sober, sweetheart," he advised.

"Why?" You grabbed at him.

"Because I don't want to take advantage of you. I need you thinking clearly."

"I see," you said and straddled his lap. "But what if I want you to take advantage of me?" You ran your hands down his arms to his hands.

You used his hands to push up the hem of the oversized hoodie you'd been wearing positioning them on your ass.

He threw his head back and exhaled. Battling with himself with whether or not you were clear headed enough to do this right now. You kissed his neck and his dick became hard instantly.

He was once again losing the battle.

You swirled your hips in a circle. Reveling in the feel of his erection. Something you've fantasized about for a while now.

You moved back and pulled him out. Wrapping your hand around his thick cock and pumping it slowly.

"Can I ride it, Bucky? Please?" You asked.

"We shouldn't..." He managed to get out.

You moved off of his lap and dropped to your knees in front of him.

"Y/N..."

You grabbed his dick and swirled your tongue around the tip before sucking it into your mouth. His hands gripped the couch and then he moved your hands.

That didn't stop you.

You opened your mouth wide and let his dick slide down your throat. You took all of him in until he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuccckkkk!" He yelled. Any doubt or resistance had vanished in that moment.

He put his hands in your hair and pulled you off of him, so he could stand. You quickly pulled his pants down further and sat back on your knees with your mouth open and tongue out.

He stood in front of you and stroked himself. He gripped your hair with his left hand and pulled your head back a little. He tapped the head of his dick on your tongue and then put it in your mouth.

"Look at me," he said just as your eyes started to close. He looked in your eyes as you sucked him.

You kept your breathing steady as he fucked your throat. The look of bliss on his face was making your pussy even wetter. You needed to be fucked and you needed it now.

You pushed off of him and stood. He yanked you toward him by your throat and shoved his tongue in your mouth. The kiss was loud and sloppy. Just what you needed.

You shoved him back down on the couch and then removed the hoodie revealing that shorts weren't the only thing you didn't bother to put under it.

You hovered over his pulsing length. Enjoying the way the head felt brushing your clit. You slowly impaled yourself with him. You both moaned as you sheathed his thick dick.

He grabbed on to your ass as you bounced on his dick. Your face buried in his neck as you cried out for him to fuck you harder.

"Yes, baby, give me that dick."

He grabbed your waist and drove into you so hard you had to hold on to him. The sound of your skin smacking together filled the room.

Your pussy tightened around him.

"Fuck, you keep doing that and you're gonna make me cum," he grunted.

You did it again. You were on the brink of your own orgasm. He dipped his head and sucked your nipple into his mouth. A satisfied moan left his mouth. He'd been wanting to do that since he caught you fucking yourself.

"Yes, yes, yes!!!" You exclaimed as your orgasm crashed over you.

"Shit!" Bucky yelled as he released himself inside of you.

As you stayed connected to him you could feel that his erection was going down. His dick was still pulsing inside of you.

He pulled out of you slowly and you stood on wobbly legs. He grabbed your hand before you could walk away and flipped you on to your back. He kissed your lips then your neck.

"I hope you didn't think that I was done with you?" He nipped at your bottom lip before pushing back into you.

You happily received him as you mewled with every inch he gave. He rubbed your clit with his thumb as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He held on to the back of the couch with one hand and wrapped the other around your throat. He was nearing another orgasm. You could tell by the way his hips began to stutter.

"Yeah, baby, cum in this pussy again."

"You want it?"

"Yes, Bucky. I want it all. Give it to me. Please, give it to me."

Your begging was making it difficult for him to stay in control.

A deep growl left his throat, "I fucking love you, Y/N."

His words triggered your eruption.

"I love you too!" You screamed as you dug your nails into his arm.

He emptied himself inside of you again, collapsing beside you completely spent.

The room was filled with silence. Both of you thinking about what had just happened and what was said.

"Did you mean it?" You finally asked.

"I did. Did you?"

"Yes," you kissed him.

"I have another question. Was it better than the French toast?," he scooped you into his arms. You couldn’t help the snort that came along with your laugh.

You were happy this finally happened. You couldn't imagine having this moment with anyone else.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Who's Better

Summary: ___ and Steve ended their friends with benefits arrangement months ago. They both move on, but Steve wants to make sure she knows who she belongs to.

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, dub/con, breeding, hair pulling, dirty talk, swearing, jealous Steve

A/N: This is the first story I’m posting to Tumblr. Feedback welcome.

Word count:  2738

They’d stopped messing around a few months ago after a dumb fight over a mission. They were both hard-headed and as much as he wanted at that moment to bend her over in his lap to spank her and let that be over, all it did was escalate her anger. So, despite everything she thought of herself she was the one that ended up dumping Captain America. She’d been kicking herself ever since.

She was trying to move on, though. There was no point in pining from someone who had definitely found himself back in the arms of Sharon Carter aka his ex-girlfriend almost the next day just to piss her off. He thought it would get her to be jealous enough to act on her urges, but all it did was make her pull away from him more and more. He’d always been an idiot when it came to women and when it came to her he was especially stupid.

Tony was still obsessed with throwing these parties, though. Now that she was dating someone new it was driving Steve even more crazy. Sharon was okay sometimes, but she wasn’t ___. She didn’t moan like her from a simple touch. Sharon didn’t suck him off in a teasing way ___ could. Sharon didn’t like being spanked. Or being fucked raw. Or dirty talk.

He didn’t know she was kind of in the same boat, though. She liked Dave enough, but she couldn’t be kinky like she could with Steve. It was driving her insane. No one would have expected America’s golden boy to be such a kinky freak and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss it. She’d done an okay job of avoiding her ex unless it was in regards to work.

Now there she was at another one of Tony’s parties, a red dress so tight it might as well have been painted on her body. Dave’s arms were wrapped around her from behind as they talked with Natasha, Wanda, and Vision. Sharon was in Berlin for work so that was one down and another to go. ___ was his girl. Tonight he planned on reminding her of such.

“Everything okay?” ­­­­___ asked Dave, head tilted up at him as he typed into his phone. The two were now out on the balcony away from where the party took place. As they both had highly stressful jobs, it wasn’t that out of character for them to be buried into their phones when something came up.

“It’s work,” he said, in an almost dismissive tone. “They need me to come by there was a security breach.”

She frowned at that, notably concerned. “Okay, well what are you gonna do?”

“I have to go,” he said, with a sharp intake of air, clearly irritated. “I’m sorry,” he said, matching her face with a frown before leaning down to swipe his lips across hers. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. We’ll get dinner tomorrow or something.” She smiled and placed her head on his chest. “I’ll hold you to that.”

She sighed as she grabbed a beer, taking a sip from the bottle. Steve, trying to come off as nonchalant inched closer to her.

“Hey,” he said, leaning against the bar.

“Hey…” she felt awkward as she returned the greeting before taking another sip.

“How are you?” He asked, folding his arms across his body, looking down at her. Her hair was up in what she always called a fineapple. It used to make him laugh whenever she said it. It was little things like that, that made him miss her the most. He was getting lost in her curls, remembering the way the soft coils felt against his naked chest as the pillow talked. 

She clenched her jaw already feeling annoyed at his presence. What probably irritated her the most about him was how hard it was for her to stay mad at his stupid face. Which only made her want to forget their fight and take him back. It was a vicious cycle.

“What do you want, Steven?”

He chuckled. He’d expected the hostility. It wouldn’t stop him from getting what he wants, though. “To talk? I miss talking to you. Is that a crime?”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She hated that he had that effect on her so damn easily. “Oh, fuck off.”

“Still have a filthy mouth I see.”

She repeated her previous gesture, but now turning to face him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He glanced down at her, but that quick look as dangerous as he felt himself drinking her in like she was going to be his next meal. Her figure, her hair, those lips. “Really? Because I think you know exactly what I mean.”

“Ste-”

“What happened to your, wait, what’s his name is?”

She narrowed her eyes at him and the way he was playing dumb. “Dave.”

“Oh, right. Dave…”

“He seemed to be in a hurry.”

“Work stuff,” she replied. “No biggie. I have to go to the bathroom.” She hurried off not being able to think of anything else to get out of this conversation.

Instead of waiting in the long line for the bathroom, ___ decided to go to her own. As she was finishing up and walking out the door she yelped seeing Steve sitting on her bed. “What the fuck, Steve!”

He smirked, standing up. “Sorry.”

“What are you doing here?”

That’s when she found herself with her back against the wall, him pressing himself into her. “Do you think it’s funny to tease me? Prance around here with your pathetic little boyfriend? You don’t even like him. I can tell.”

“I don’t know wh-” he covered her mouth with his hand.

“I didn’t say you could speak, Little Girl. I know what you’re doing. Dressing like this. Like, a little slut. Provoking me.”

“Steve, stop!” She said even though it came out muffled by his hand. Her breathing was heavy as she tried to fight against him. Suddenly everything Natasha had taught her was out of her brain. All of that training apparently meant nothing when she was faced with Steve Rogers.

“Do you like making me angry?” He put his forehead against hers. “Making me jealous.” He lifted the hem of her dress up, the lifted her leg so it hooked around his waist. “This is what you’ve been wanting me to do, huh. You’ve practically been begging for it.” He finally took his hand from her mouth as he lifted her up to drop her on the bed.

“You’re the one that got with Sharon right away!” She said, trying to kick him off of her. 

“Don’t be stupid right now, ___.”

“But, it’s true. We get into a fight and you practically throw me away for her!”

He rolled his eyes, grabbing her by her curly ponytail and bringing her to her knees in front of him. Within a minute his belt was undone and his pants were undone then his cock. If she wasn’t so focused on being mad at him she would have appreciated the sight of it more. It was so big. Thick. Long. Angry looking. Fucking perfect.

“Be a good girl, Baby. For once.”

She glared at him as he brought it to her lips forcing them open. As soon as her lips went around the head it was like instinct. Her tongue going over the tip, savoring the saltiness of him. He was never going to get enough of seeing her pouty lips wrapped around him. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praised her, hissing. “I bet your boyfriend isn’t as big as me.”

“Hey! Don’t-” she was once again cut off, but this time by him thrusting his cock down her throat. 

“You know how I feel about you talking back to me. Now be a good little slut and suck Daddy’s dick.”

She moaned. It was almost like she was in a trance at how easy it was for her to forget all inhibition in order to pleasure him. With a grip in her hair, all he wanted to focus on was fucking her face.

He moaned as she gagged on his dick. She reached up to use her hand to take away from the assault on her throat. “No hands, Baby. Only your mouth,” he ordered. “So, good, Baby. God, you always look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.” Her spit was running out of her mouth suddenly feeling like she would do whatever it took to please him. Tears running down her face. She couldn’t help it, it was like he brought the slut out in her.

He pulled her up, leaning down to grab her cheeks in his as he rubbed his cock against her face. “Steve,” she started, but he smacked her on the cheek with his cock.

“What did you just call me?”

“Daddy! I meant to say, Daddy!”

“That’s what I thought. Take your clothes off and get on the bed. Leave those heels on.”

She did as she was told as he watched her obey him as he undressed. As her head rested against her pillows he finally stalked over to her, grabbing her hair again to bring her in for a kiss. When they first started messing around, it was hard as hell for him to not just walk up to her and start making out with her in the middle of the kitchen. They wanted to keep whatever the hell they had going on private even away from the team. Not wanting to draw much attention or being forced to define the relationship as she called it. 

When they ended things, it became even harder for him to stop himself. This was his breaking point. Where he could no longer sit back and not remind her who she belonged to.

With his lips on hers, his tongue dancing with hers, his fingers trailed down her body until they were are her center. She was dripping wet. Already making a mess on the bed as her pussy juices soaked the covers underneath. “Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me. I need it.”

“You need it? What is your boyfriend not satisfying you.”

“Please….” she trailed off.

“No. I wanna hear you say it.”

She groaned softly, nose wrinkling. God, Steve Rogers could be an annoying little brat sometimes. “He’s not… he’s not satisfying me…”

“Really? Oh, no don’t tell me I fuck you better than he does.”

“Fine! Is that what you want? You fuck me better than him! Happy!” She felt so low as she said it, but the humiliation was only leading to her pussy wanting him even more.

“Remember who you’re talking to,” he growled, grabbing her face. She felt herself tearing up again, but all he did was roll his eyes as he climbed on the bed. He spread her legs apart wide, almost to where she was being forced to do the splits with her legs in the air. Finally, he brought his dick to her entrance pressing it to his tip teasingly. 

“Look at you,” he said. “Making such a big mess.”

She yelped as he slammed into her, not giving her time to adjust as he started fucking her hard. “Daddy!” She moaned, eyes already rolling to the back of her head. Her nails scratched at his back, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

“That’s it, Baby.”

“You’re right he doesn’t fuck me like you do!” She squealed, moving her hips up to meet his thrusts. Her pussy was clenching around him.

“That’s right, ­­­___. You’re my little slut. This is my pussy." 

She found herself shuddering. His words trigging her orgasm already. He pulled out rubbing the tip of his dick on her clit to prolong it, watching as it squirted out of her.  "Yes!” She screamed, hips still moving. He grabbed her hair again forcing her to look down at the mess she was making. It was a beautiful sight to him to see her like this and he couldn’t help himself as he entered her again, not even giving her time to adjust. 

“That’s it, Baby. Take it. Take this dick.”

He brought her legs up, holding her by the back of her thighs as he fucked into her. It didn’t take long for his pleasure to catch up to him. Feeling his own orgasm starting to erupt from him. 

“I’m gonna cum in you,” he announced through gritted teeth.

“No!” She protested. “I’m not on birth control anymore. Pull out.”

“No.” He didn’t let up, feeling his release was so fucking close. “I need to make sure you know who you belong to. Even if it means getting you fucking pregnant.”

“Steve!”

“You know you want it,” he hissed. “You want my babies.”

She moaned at his words. She hated how she couldn’t control herself with him. It was like she was putty in his hands. “Please…” she was closing to cumming once more partly because of what he was doing to her, but his words were obviously helping. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’ll take good care of you.” He moaned. “I’m gonna love seeing you all round with my babies.”

“Please, Daddy,” she moaned. “I want it. I wanna have your babies.” This orgasm came just as full force as the last one. “Steve, give me your babies.”

That did it as he started to cum inside of her, not stopping it as he fucked it into her deep making sure he filled her up just the way he wanted. His hips not stopping until he was sure he’d not wasted a single drop as it all belonged inside of her.

She was breathing heavily, tears still in her eyes. “You’re such an asshole,” she whimpered, trying to move away from him. It proved to be difficult, though, after the way he’d manhandled her.

“Shhh, Baby, it’s okay. I’m sorry.” He kissed her forehead. “You make me so jealous, though. I needed to remind you who you belong to.”

She sniffled, rolling her eyes. “Whatever, Steve.”

“C'mon, let’s go take a bath. I’ll take care of you.”

It hadn’t taken her long to start feeling sick. Her breasts were sore, she was even more exhausted all the time, and it was like no matter how much she ate she was starving. Steve had been waiting on her hand and foot, which drew a lot of attention from everyone, though no one -except Bucky of course - really knew why.

Her legs jittered as they all went through their stacks of mail. It was two months in now and ___ was a ball of nerves, but Steve was beside her keeping it all calm, cool, and collected holding onto her hand under the table. “Wait, did we all get matching cards?” Sam asked as he began to open his. Everyone except Bruce who they needed to tell for the sake of a check-up to make sure the serum wasn’t having negative effects in her system.

“Well, maybe we shouldn’t open them, it could be a bomb or something,” Natasha said.

“God, you’re paranoid,” Tony said, with a smirk. Morgan was in his lap, opening her own letter. The only one who was missing was Pepper because she had to take care of business at Stark Industries. 

It was a rare sight for everyone to be home at the Avengers Compound and they were taking advantage of it. “There is no weapon inside, Miss Romanoff,” Friday assured her.

“What the fuck!” Bucky said, being the first one to open his, looking up at two of his best friends. “Is this real?”

“I knew it!” Wanda screamed, jumping up to hug ___. Tears were going down her face as she started weeping. 

The rest of them hadn’t even finished opening there’s so they just stared at the witch in shock while Bucky’s mouth hung open. Thor was next to finish. “Oh my god…” The god of thunder looked up at them and then back at the paper and then back at them. 

“Dad, what does this say?” Morgan asked, handing Tony the piece of paper.

“You’ve been promoted to… cousin!” He gasped. “What!”

“Surprise!”___ exclaimed. “I’m having twins. It’s all Steve’s fault. ”

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Forty-Five

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“Wait, so let me get this straight…one second he’s telling you that I’m going to smack you around, and the next you’re hugging and it’s all good?” Harry was pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“That’s my dad.”

“Jesus, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I told him off a little…I’m sure that’ll come back to bite me in the ass at some point.” He wraps his arms around you. “I’m happy it’s all out in the open now. Everyone that needs to know, knows.”

“I’m really happy too.” He leans down and kisses you.

“Do we have any chocolate?”

“Chocolate?”

“Yeah, I need to eat some chocolate…like now.” You break from the embrace and rummage through your cabinets. “Ah ha!” In the very back of your cabinet you find a can of chocolate frosting. You grab a spoon and crack it open, taking a decent size bite. “Mmmm, oh my god.” You moan with your mouth full. Harry’s jaw drops. “What?” You ask, swallowing.

“If you had given me a second to answer, I would’ve told you I bought more ice cream at the market today.” He rubs the back of his neck. “But, I guess that works too.”

“I used to bake a lot. It helps relieve stress. I always keep a can of frosting and a box of cake mix at the ready when I need to blow off some steam. This was an emergency.” You put the spoon in again and lick the frosting off like a popsicle. Harry desperately wanted to be that spoon. “Want some?”

“Sure.” He walks over to you. You stick your finger into the frosting and hold it out innocently to him.

“Open.” You say with a grin. He smirks and opens his mouth. He sucks all the frosting off your finger and it sends a shiver up your spine. “Good, right?”

“Delicious.” He bites his bottom lip. “I have sort of, um, a fun idea.”

“Lay it on me.” You lick the corners of your mouth.

“Well, it seems you like lickin’ that up so much. Why not put some on me, and lick it off?” You nearly choke on the frosting.

“And where exactly would you like to me lick this off of?”

“I think you know where.” Your cheeks flush, but you’re horny, so you’re into it.

“Okay.”

“Really?” You were saying yes to so many things lately. He felt like a kid in a candy store.

“Mhm. I really like the way you taste as is, this is just a bonus.” You point at the chair next to the sofa. “Go sit.”

Harry drops his pants before he sits down. You walk over and bring the frosting with you. You palm him through his boxers.

“Nice and hard already for me, huh?”

“You have no idea what you do to me.” You smirk and tug his boxers down. You lift his shirt slightly.

You dip your finger into the frosting and schmere it onto Harry’s hard cock. Once you get enough on there you raise your finger back up to his mouth. He sucks on it and licks it clean without hesitation. You get on your knees in front of him, and look up at him through your lashes while you suck the tip into your mouth. Your confidence today was so sexy. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last.

You smack your lips as you lick up the chocolate off his soft skin. You take him back into your mouth and sink down on him. His hands go into your hair, but you swat them away. You come back up and look at him.

“No hands.”

“Wh…what do you mean no hands?”

“I mean, you have to try not to touch me while I suck you off.”

“Why?”

“Because.” You shrug. “Wanna see if you can do it. Be a good boy for me, won’t you?” His lips part, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he clutches at the armrests and nods.

You wrap your lips back around him and take as much of him as you can. You loved the way the frosting tastes mixed with his precome. Sort of a salty/sweet mixture. You start to bob up and down on him slowly. He slightly raises his hips so you’ll take even more of him.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He grits his teeth as he white knuckles the armrests.

You moan against him, and the vibration from your throat surges through him. He just wanted to run his hands through your hair, better steady you on him so he could thrust up into your throat more. You cup his balls with one of your hands, and slide the other up his torso. He grinds against you, and his tip hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly on him, and that’s when his hands flew to your hair. You come off him immediately. You look up at him, his eyes were wild.

“Harry, what did I say?”

“I know what you said, I just-“

“You must not want to come.” You start to get up and he panics.

“No! No, I do. Please, please Y/N. I’ll keep my hands to myself, I’m sorry.” You smirk at him and get back into position.

“That’s what I thought. If you do it again though, I won’t be so nice.”

You bob on his dick quickly, getting him as far down your throat as you can. His nails dig into the armrests and he grits his teeth. Sweat beads at his brow line. He was desperate to fill your mouth up.

“Fuck.” He groans. “I’m going to-“ You snap your eyes up at him. “Can I?!” You nod yes. “Shit!” His warm come shoots into your mouth and down your throat. You cough slightly, but you take it all and swallow it.

Harry sits there, sweaty and out of breath. He loosens his grip on the chair and his muscles relax. You stand up and go rinse your mouth out in the kitchen. Harry tucks himself back into his boxers and continues to sit there, stunned. You come back over to him and sit in his lap. You kiss his cheek. He just looks at you, mouth parted.

“What is it baby?”

“I…where the hell did that come from?” He runs a hand through his hair.

“What?”

“The way you just acted.” Your eyes grow wide and suddenly you feel like shrinking down to the size of an ant. You weren’t sure why you always felt so shy after doing something like this. Your cheeks flush and you bury your face in his neck.

“I have no idea.” He chuckles.

“Well, it was really fuckin’ hot.” You move to look at him.

“It was?”

“Yeah! You’re really cute when you wanna be in control.” He kisses your temple.

“Cute?” You pout. “I thought I was being sexy.”

“Oh you were, you were being so sexy.” You kiss him lightly on the lips. “I have to say, you give one hell of a blow job. Best I’ve ever had.” You scrunch your face at him. “What? I mean it.”

“I don’t like when we compare to people we used to hook up with.”

“I’m praising you, not comparin’.”

“Harry.” You run a hand through his hair and tilt his head back slightly. “I-“ Your phone starts to go off, it’s Rachel. “That’s weird.”

“Please, finish what you were goin’ t’say.” He was getting turned on again.

“Harry, I need to answer her.” You swipe your phone and stand up. “Rach? What? Slow down I can’t understand you…” You gasp and put your hand over your mouth. “That bitch!” You start pacing around while talking to her. “What can I do for you, what do you need?” You nod your head. “I’m there, twenty minutes. Okay, bye.” You whip your head to look at Harry.

“What happened?” He asks, pulling his pants back up.

“She was sobbing, Rachel and Lora broke up. Lora cheated on her.”

“Oh no.”

“Can you drive me over there? I’m so tired from being in the car all day, but she needs me.”

“Of course! Is Sarah there too?”

“She’s on her way too, she was with Niall.”

“That sucks, poor thing.”

//

Harry speeds to Rachel and Sarah’s apartment. You were pissed. You all liked Lora, she didn’t seem like the cheaty type. You key into the girls’ apartment and find Rachel sitting on the couch crying. You run over to her and wrap your arms around her, pulling her to your chest.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry.”

“I thought she was different, we were together for like four months!”

“I know.” You stroke her back. Harry sits on the other side of her and gently places his hand on her shoulder. She looks over at him and tries to give him a smile. “What happened, how did you find out?”

“She…it was like she wanted to get caught! She went to shower and her phone went off a few times. She got a text from her ex-boyfriend, or who I thought was her ex-boyfriend.” She rolls her eyes with disgust. “It said something like can’t wait to have those lips back wrapped around me tonight.” She cries even harder. “We had just had sex. She was showering off so she could be nice and cleaned up for him!”

“That’s so fucked.” Harry says as you continue to hold your friend. “Someone like that isn’t worth your tears, love.” He says gently.

“I know…I know that.” She sniffles. You reach towards the coffee table for the box of tissues and hand it to her. She blows her nose. “I am just so sick of these girls. I either get used for an experiment, or they’re just looking for a break from some dude. I mean, when am I going to meet a girl who just wants to be with another girl, out in the open?”

Harry immediately thinks of someone, but he knows it’s far too soon to say anything. Sarah comes crashing through the door with Niall not too far behind. She dog piles on you and Rachel. You all can’t help but giggle.

“I’ll cut that bitch, I’ll do it.” Sarah says.

“She’s not worth it…right Harry?” She says looking at him.

“Right.” He smiles at her. He really did like your friends. You all had formed this little group together.

“You know what the worst part is, we were screaming at each other. I was full of rage, way more than I normally would and I went to the bathroom. Fucking got my period!”

“I got mine this morning!” Sarah says.

“I got mine yesterday!” The three of you start giggling. Harry and Niall make eye contact. Three feral women in the same room was terrifying.

“Thank you all for coming over.” Rachel says, snuggling into you. “I really appreciate it.”

“We’re always here for you Rach.” You kiss the top of her head.

“Yeah, three amigas forever.” Sarah says resting her head on Rachel’s shoulder.

//

After getting Rachel to calm down, which included some wine and a movie, Harry drove the two of you home. You go right to the bathroom and get yourself ready for bad. Harry uses the other bathroom to do his routine. You both crawl into bed. You snuggle up on Harry’s chest.

“I feel so bad for her.” You say.

“I know, so do I. You’re a really good friend.”

“Being cheated on sucks. Like…just break up with the person if you’re not feeling it anymore.”

“Has…has that ever happened to you?”

“In high school.” Harry couldn’t imagine someone doing something like that to you.

“I’m sorry. Clearly it seemed like Lora was dating two people at the same time. She should’ve been up front with Rachel.”

“Have you ever dated multiple people at the same time?”

“Not dated in the traditional sense. I hooked up with multiple people, but I was always up front about it. Every girl I was with knew she wasn’t the only one. And I was upfront about not wanting to be with only one.”

“Not everyone is as nice as you, Harry.” He strokes the top of your head and plays with your hair how you like.

“Hey, look at me.” You lean up to look at him. “I love you, you know that right? I’ll never hurt you, ever.” You smile at him.

“I love you too, I’ll never hurt you either.” You kiss him tenderly.

//

Harry couldn’t stop thinking about Rachel at work. He felt awful. She was so hurt. He smiled when he thought of how you comforted her. You could be so gentle.

“Mr. Styles, I mean, Harry.” One of the interns says, knocking on the outside of your door. What in the fuck was her name again? Julie? He thinks to himself.

“Can you remind me what your name is again, I’m sorry.”

“Um…it’s Julia.”

“Julia! Shit, I thought it was Julie.”

“Close enough.” She blushes. “Um, I’m taking coffee orders.”

“You know my usual.” He grabs a camera and brushes by her. She watches him walk away. “Hey Mariah.” He smiles at her.

“Sup, H? Have a good weekend?”

“Yeah, did you?”

“It was alright. Went by super quick. So that girl last week…” She says, setting up some lighting equipment.

“Yeah?”

“That was your girlfriend?”

“Yup.” He smiles big. “Love of m’life.” She snaps her head towards him.

“I’m sorry, are we getting personal?” They both laugh.

“I know I’m not exactly an open book, but I can’t help but gush about her. She’s the best.”

“I knew you had to be in love or something, you’ve been unusually chipper.” He scoffs.

“I’m always chipper.” He sets the camera up how he likes and puts his hands on his hips. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Ask away, don’t know if I’ll answer.”

“Um…” He rubs the back of his neck. “I have this friend…just got out of a relationship, really great girl.”

“Oh boy.”

“And I know that you see women…”

“That I do. What’s her name?”

“Rachel.”

“How do you know her?”

“She’s one of Y/N’s best friends.”

“Got a picture?” Harry takes out his phone and goes to Rachel’s Facebook. He shows Mariah. “That’s her on the left.”

“Damn, she’s cute.”

“And she’s really nice.”

“What she do for work?”

“High school art teacher.” Mariah scoffs.

“Wow, a lesbian art teacher, real original.” She shakes her head. “So why do you want to set her up with me?”

“She’s been played a few times. She just wants to be with a woman who isn’t using her, and I immediately thought of you. You’re a good person, Mariah. Known ya a long time, I trust ya.”

“These set ups are always so awkward…she is really cute though.”

“What if I set up a double date or somethin’, take a little pressure off.” She puts a hand on his shoulder.

“You realize that would involve us hanging out outside of work?”

“It’s a risk I’m willin’ t’take.” They both giggle. “These next couple of weekends are goin’ t’be busy, but I’ll plant the seed. Maybe in February?”

“Sure.” She smiles.

“Excuse me, Harry?” Julia comes walking over with the coffee. “Mariah? Here are your coffees.”

“Thanks Julia, you’re a life saver.” Mariah takes an iced coffee from her. Harry grabs his hot, black coffee.

“How do you drink that black?” Julia asks.

“Don’t much like added sugar.”

“But…not even any cream? Isn’t it bitter?”

“Maybe someday when you’re a grown up like me you’ll understand.” He winks at her. “Alright, Mariah, let’s get this shit goin’.”

Julia scurries over to her friend Dana and squeals when she tells her that Harry winked at her. Later on that day Julia goes around to take lunch orders.

“Harry?” She knocks on his door. His earbuds were in and his eyebrows were furrowed. “Harry?” She pipes up again. He looks over at her and takes his earbuds out.

“Yeah?”

“I’m taking lunch orders.”

“No thanks, I brought my lunch.” He points to his lunch box.

“You’ve been bringing a lot lately.”

“My girlfriend and I meal prep together on the weekends.”

“Oh wow. So it’s pretty serious with you two?” He gets up to take the container out of his lunch box so he can go heat it up.

“It better be, otherwise livin’ together would be kinda awkward, don’t ya think?” He smirks at her and brushes by her to go to the kitchen.

“Dana.” She whines.

“What?”

“He lives with her.”

“Who?”

“Harry! He lives with his girlfriend.”

“Holy shit, that’s serious.”

They watch him come back to his office. His phone was pressed against his ear and he had a huge smile on his face. He packs his container back into his lunch box and throws his coat on. He stops to check in with the young man at reception, Isaac, and leaves. Julia and Dana go up to Isaac after Harry is out of sight.

“Did he say where he was going?” He raises an eyebrow at them.

“Why?”

“Oh just tell us.” Julia pouts.

“He said he was stepping out for lunch and that he’d be back later. Probably went to meet his girlfriend. He does that sometimes.” The girls pout at each other. “Ladies, it’s fun to pine, but believe me when I tell you.” He looks them both up and down. “I would have a better chance of getting into those tight black jeans than either of you, okay?”

//

Harry goes right to your office with his food. You give him a big hug and kiss, and close your door. Neither of you eat. You end up making out. You didn’t mean to, but he just thought you looked so beautiful, and he pushed you up against the wall and grinded against you. You kissed between giggles. It was your most favorite lunch break ever. You left him with a pretty decent sized love bite on his neck, but he didn’t care. Something for the interns to gossip about. He scarfed down his food in his car before going back up to his office.

//

Harry checks in with Isaac when he comes back.

“Have a nice lunch Harry?”

“Yeah, thanks. Did the mail come in yet?”

“Yup, nothing for you today.”

“Music to my ears.” He leans on the top of the desk. “Do ya have any more of those mints I like so much?” Isaac beams up at him.

“Sure, here.” Harry pops one in his mouth and sucks on it.

“Thanks, I ran outta gum today, so annoyin’.”

“I could send one of the girls to grab you some more. I’m sure they’d love to run the errand for you.” Harry looks over his shoulder at them and sighs.

“Nah that’s okay.”

“C’mon, throw them a bone.” They both laugh.

“They do like me, don’t they?”

“Can’t get enough of you, H.”

“Christ.” He rolls his eyes. “S’not easy ya know?” He chuckles.

“So, how’s your girlfriend?”

“How’d you know that’s where I was? Maybe I was gettin’ m’nails done.”

“Those are not fresh nails, H. Besides, your neck is fucked up.” Harry runs his thumb over the spot and smiles.

“She’s good, thanks for askin’.”

“Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“For letting my girl express her love for me? Not at all.” He crunches down on the mint. “Besides, you think this looks fucked up? You should see her.” He winks at Isaac and walks away.

Harry was feeling particularly cheeky after his lunchtime make out session. He got back into his office and started editing the photos he had taken only a few hours earlier. He looked over at the picture of you and smiled. With all the excitement at lunch, he forgot to tell you about Mariah. He actually couldn’t wait to tell Rachel too.

He gets a text from you just as he’s finishing up a photo.

“Need to go to Macy’s after work today since I didn’t go over the weekend. Be home late.”

“Let’s meet at home after work, I’ll go with you ;)”

“It’ll be easier if I just go straight there, you goober ;)” He smirks at the word.

“We’ve been over this, you’re goober.”

You send a kissy face emoji and that ends the conversation. You were right, it would be silly to go all the way home and back out to the mall. Plus, he knew you’d model whatever dress you’d buy for him when you got home. The thought alone made him happy. Just as he’s getting back to work, there’s a knock on the outside of the door. He sees Julia standing there and crosses his arms.

“Let’s see, we’ve covered coffee and lunch. What else is there?”

“Um…Isaac said you needed me to run to the store for you.” Harry rolls his eyes and looks over in Isaac’s direction. Sometimes he wished the studio wasn’t so modern so he could have actual walls in his office and not just glass.

“He was just messin’ with ya Julia. I mentioned that I ran out of gum, but I can get it myself later. You’re an intern, not an errand girl.”

“Oh…”

“Are they givin’ ya much to work on?”

“A little. Not as much as Dana and I thought. We sort of just stand around and wait until someone needs something.”

“What made you apply for this studio?”

“I really like nature and journalism. This is one of the few magazines left that people actually buy the hard copy of and not just subscribe to the online version. And to be honest, I’m a really big fan of your photos.”

“Have you told Ryan what it is you’re interested in? I’m sure he’d let you write a piece or two.” He completely disregarded the compliment on purpose.

“We didn’t know if we were allowed to speak up or not. I don’t think he’s ever even looked at my samples.” Harry shakes his head and stands up. Without saying anything he starts to walk towards Ryan’s office. “You don’t have to do that.” He turns to look at her.

“You’ll never get anywhere if you don’t learn to speak up. I’ll help ya out this time because I happen to be in a pretty good mood today.” Her eyes dart to the spot on his neck. “But you need to put yourself out there. That’s the whole point of interning somewhere. Making connections, networking, all that.”

He doesn’t even knock, he just goes right into the office.

“Harry, to what do I owe the pleasure.”

“Your interns keep buggin’ me.”

“They’re not just mine, they’re the studios.”

“Yeah well, they need more work to do. That one, Julia, she’s more interested in the writing side of things. Don’t you think it would be a good idea for her to work with Mykenzie? You know, the head of our writing department? You have them out there runnin’ errands, how’s that supposed t’teach ‘em anythin’?”

“Didn’t realize you cared so much, H.”

“I really don’t, just want them to quit buggin’ me every two seconds.”

“Aw c’mon, don’t tell me you don’t like the attention.” He jokes.

“Not the attention I need, especially not from two girls in college.”

“Alright, I’ll talk with Mykenzie about Julia. Do you know what Dana might like some extra work on?”

“Isn’t that your job? Go talk t’her yourself, mate.”

Harry walks out of the office and back towards his own. Julia looks at him like a lost puppy from her desk. He sighs and goes over to her.

“Have ya met Mykenzie yet? She’s the head of our writing department. I told Ryan to talk to her so she could work with ya more. You can show her your samples okay?”

“Thanks Harry.”

“You’re welcome. Dana?”

“Yes?”

“Ryan’s gonna ask ya what yeh like doin’ so figure it out before he comes over here.”

“Will do, thanks.”

He nods and goes back into his office, closing the door behind him, hoping for some peace and quiet. He hated getting interrupted throughout the day. About an hour later Mykenzie came storming over to Harry’s office. She barges right in.

“Oi! Do ya think I could get a fuckin’ thing done to today?” He says looking at her.

“What in the fuck is your problem? Can’t hand a couple of little girls so you stick ‘em on me?”

“Technically should be only one. Thought ya could use the help since you’re always sayin’ how busy you are.”

“You suck, you know that? Now I have to babysit Julia, and-“

“Teach her somethin’? She could be a big help. So you have to take a few minutes out of your day, so what? They’re here for a reason, let them get the most out of it.”

“Just so you know, Paige is pissed at you too. Ryan stuck her with Dana. Guess you don’t have to worry about them ogling you anymore.”

“That’s not why I helped them. I see them all day long sittin’ around doin’ nothin’. It pisses me off to be quite honest. They’re payin’ their schools how much money for the credits to be here and they’re not gettin’ anythin’ out of it. They’ll be here all semester. Take a couple weeks to train them and then give them some independence.”

“Easy for you to say since you’re not the one training them, H.”

“You know what Mykenzie, go suck a fuck, honestly.”

“Jesus, your life must be so stressful. Must be so hard to take pictures all day and edit them.”

“Must be so hard for you! Havin’ to sit there and make up fuckin’ stories about plants and landscapes.” She squints her eyes at his neck and smirks.

“So glad to see you’re gettin’ laid again. Good to see you’re in a jolly mood.”

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game, babe.” She scoffs.

“Jesus, had I known you’d last here I never would’ve…”

“Never would’ve what? Sure you wanna say what you’re thinkin’ out loud?” She gulps. “S’what I thought.” He sighs. “Look, try to find a silver lining. They’re pretty eager to get coffee and lunch and all that dumb shit. Use it to your advantage. And tell Paige if she has a fuckin’ problem explaining to Dana how Adobe Illustrator fuckin’ works, she can certainly feel free to come talk to me.”

“Fine.”

She huffs out of his office and slams the door shut. Lucky she didn’t shatter the glass. Harry waits a minute just to make sure there weren’t any further interruptions before getting back to work. He wondered if people bothered you all day long too.

//

After work you met up with Rachel and Sarah at Macy’s. Sarah would be coming to the party too, so she also wanted to get a dress. You text Harry quick to let him know you’d be eating dinner with the girls after shopping. He was slightly disappointed, but understood.

“Y/N, how fancy do we need to be? Like is this ball gown?”

“No, it’s semi-formal. I usually shop in the bride’s maid section and look for the short dresses.”

“Oh, good idea.”

“How was school today Rach?”

“Not bad. I had the students draw with charcoal. Much needed mood today.”

The three of you walk up and down searching through the racks of dresses. Sarah’s favorite color was pink and yours was blue, so the two of you at least knew you wouldn’t be wearing the same thing. You stop and see this cute dark blue dress and pull it out to get a better look at it.

“Don’t you have like six dresses just like that?” Rachel jokes. “Step out of your comfort zone a little. Why not wear something green to go with your eyes? You always look so cute in like an emerald color.”

“If you can find something I’ll try it.”

Rachel helps you look while Sarah pulls a ton of dresses for herself.

“I’ll meet you guys in the dressing room.” She smiles.

“Oh! Y/N, look at this one!!” Rachel pulls out a short, strapless green dress. It was simple, yet elegant.

“Do you think I could go strapless? I feel like my boob’ll pop out and I’ll be adjusting myself all night.”

“Just try it on and see how you feel. I think this would look so good on you.”

“Okay, it’s worth a shot.”

You go into the dress room. Rachel helps you and Sarah zip up your dresses. Sarah comes out first in a blush pink dress that had one strap going across the chest.

“That is so pretty!”

“It’s my favorite out of all of them. How’s my butt?”

“Good! You’ll probably wanna get a thong to match the color though, it’s a little sheer.”

“Y/N, you’re turn.” Sarah says as you open the door. “Ooo, hot mama!!!”

“Ow ow! Dammmn girl.” The three of you giggle.

“Okay, okay, so it looks good?”

“It looks amazing!”

“It actually is a great fit. I feel pretty secure.” You look at yourself in the mirror. “Good eye Rach, it’s perfect. Can one of you take my picture? I wanna show Harry.”

You hand your phone to Sarah and she snaps the shot. You text it to him. He sees his phone go off while snacking on some carrot sticks and smiles when he sees your name.

“Holy shit.” He says to himself when he sees the picture. He really wished he was there in that dressing room with you.

You and Sarah buy your dresses, and the three of you head out to eat dinner. You catch up on things, and it feels nice to have the quality time with your friends. You’re happy to get home to Harry though.

“Baby, I’m home!” He’s just coming out of the shower when he hears you. He comes out in just his towel. “Good thing the girls weren’t with me.” You giggle.

You give him a quick kiss and go into the bedroom to hang up the dress.

“I like that dress. Would ya put it back on?” You shake your head no. “Why not?” He pouts.

“I don’t want it getting all wrinkled. I’m glad you liked it though.” You smile at him and start to take your work clothes off. “Did you go to the gym tonight?”

“Yeah, for a little while. I had an annoyin’ day at work.”

“Tell me all about it.” You throw on a t-shirt and pj pants and sit on the bed next to him.

“I got interrupted like every two seconds. Highlight of my day was comin’ to see you. Oh! You remember my coworker Mariah?

“Yeah.”

“Well, she’s single, and I told her about Rachel…she said she was really cute. I told her maybe next month we could go on a double date or something.”

“Who are you? Niall?” You giggle. “That was very nice of you.”

“How was she today?”

“Alright. It’s a good thing she’s an art teacher. She’s able to get out a lot of frustration at work. Do you have a picture of Mariah I could show her?”

“Ummmm…” He takes his phone out and looks her up on Facebook. “This is the only one. M’not friends with her on here so I can’t look at all of them. Does she seem like Rachel’s type?”

“Possibly. I’ve seen Rach date all types of girls. I don’t think she really has a type. She’s very into just loving the person, she doesn’t really care about looks.” You shrug.

“She’s so cool.” He chuckles.

“It’s really nice of you to want to set her up with your friend.”

“I’ve known Mariah a long time, she’s nice and caring. I think she could be just what Rachel’s been wantin’.”

“You’re like this protective papa bear, it’s so cute.” You kiss him on the cheek and get up to go to the bathroom to wash your face. “So how come you kept getting interrupted?” He puts some boxers on and stands in the doorway.

“First it was the interns, Julia and Dana. Julia bugs me the most. They literally give them no work to do. So I went and spoke to our executive assistant Ryan who’s supposed to be managing ‘em. And then this fuckin’….” He stops himself. He really doesn’t want to bring up Mykenzie and the fact that he’s shat where he’s eaten.

“This fuckin’ what babe?” You dry your face off and put your moisturizer on.

“Nothin’, not even worth retellin’.” You give him a look but you decide not to press him further.

“Think you’ll read to me tonight?”

“Would you like that?”

“I would.” You smile. Your period was far from over, so there was no hanky panky in the works. You kiss him lightly and get into bed.

Harry puts on his glasses, and continues you on with his friends to lovers story. Jane had moved in with her mother like she said. A whole month had gone by since they spoke. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. He decides to quit being a baby and go to her. He drives all the way to her mother’s house and tells her it’s time to come home with him.

“Baby, I’m starting to get tired.” You yawn.

“Alright, we’ll take a break for the night.” He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes. “You really dinged up my neck today.” He chuckles.

“Shoe’s on the other foot now isn’t it?” You kiss his cheek and turn over. He wraps his arms around you and spoons you.

“My favorite little spoon.” He nuzzles into your hair and you giggle.

“My favorite big spoon.” He kisses your cheek softly and sighs happily.

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Rain (7)

Rain (7)

During the upcoming weeks, the club had been quiet, too quiet. It was enough to send a chill down Jax’s spine.

Meanwhile, Opie and Raine were living a life like a normal family, it was nice to Opie, but in the back of his mind he was tense, waiting for something to happen to Raine. He constantly had an eye on her from the help of a couple of Prospects.

Raine couldn’t be happier, not hearing anything from her ex, and she only hoped it stayed that way. She enjoyed a life other than beatings and fear. She enjoyed shopping for Opie and picking up the kids like they were own.

On her way to do a little shopping for dinner, she quickly took note of the gage on her dashboard rising higher and higher with heat. “Fuck.” She cursed, rubbing her jaw when she saws how close she was to the garage. She pulled in without a second thought, turning the engine off just as it started to smoke. “Double fuck.” She cursed again, something she didn’t do too often but now that she was hanging with Ope, she couldn’t help but let the words fall from her mouth.

She stepped from her car just as a man with a familiar cut came walking out. “You need help with something Raine?”

She liked the politeness in his voice, it made her feel comfortable. “Yeah, I’m looking for Opie. He around?”

Juice gave a large bright smile and shook his head. “Nah, he’s out on a run.”

“Great. How about Gemma, is she here?” She asked, running her fingers through her hair.

“Nope, afraid you’re stuck with me.” He teased before his eyes glanced over at your car. “She overheating?”

Raine let out a sigh before nodding. “Yeah, I made it here right before she started smoking. I was hoping Ope would be here to give me a ride or something.”

“Well, he ain’t here, but should be back soon.” Juice nodded towards the club. “Want to come in for a drink?”

Raine bit her lip, knowing that she probably shouldn’t’, but with her knew found confidence she couldn’t refuse.

She gave Juice a quick nod before following him into the clubhouse, heading straight to the bar where she sat on the stool. “What would you like? Beer?” Juice asked as he walked behind the counter, heading straight for the cooler.

“Actually . . .” She trailed, knowing that she probably shouldn’t. “Can I have a whiskey?”

Juice stopped in his tracks to look at the girl he knew was abused, knew was hurt by a man that only wanted to take advantage of her. “Whiskey?” He questioned. “I don’t want Ope to come in and find out that I got you drunk.”

Raine let out a very unlady like snort. “Please, it’ll take more than one shot of whiskey to get me drunk. I use to nurse all emotional crap into whiskey.”

“What changed?” Juice asked as he poured her the drink, sliding it in front of her.

Raine smiled as she looked down at the brown liquid. “Life.” She smiled sadly before smelling the drink that made her feel better after every fight with her boyfriend. She stopped drinking as soon as he smashed the bottle over her head.

“I feel ya.” Juice nodded as he poured himself a shot and clanked the glass with hers. “To new beginnings.” He declared.

Raine smiled and nodded. “To new beginnings.” She agreed as she downed the drink, Juice being quick to pour her another.

Soon one shot of whiskey turned into two, then three, then after that Raine lost count. Her face red as Juice told her a story about his past life before the club.

Raine snorted loudly, the whiskey burning her nose as she put down the glass. “At least you had a whole life to live.” She shook her head.

“You didn’t?” Juice asked, feeling a buzz from the whiskey but not enough to be drunk.

Raine raised her shoulders before sloppily dropping them. “I had a good childhood I guess.” She waved her hand in front of her face limply. “Then once I hit the teenage years it was school, work, and then home life which was just more work.” She rolled her eyes as she blew a breath out. “There were too many kids in my family, and I was the one to watch them and take care of them. I just wanted to have a life.” She ran a hand down her face, no doubt smearing her makeup. “That’s when I met him.”

“Him?” Juice asked, leaning in knowing he had to find out more information about her ex.

“My ex.” She chuckled. “He was a dick. Beat me for almost anything.” She paused, her eyes welding up with tears before she sucked them down. “Killed our baby once.” She admitted. “He finally gave me something good and with one punch to the stomach he sent it away.” She shook her head, trying not show any emotion

Juice reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it comfortingly as she spilled her life out in front of him. “I’m sorry.”

Raine made a face. “You don’t have to be sorry.” She shook her head. “I hit the bastard over the head with a lamp, best thing I ever did even though it’s going to get me killed.”

“We can protect you.” Juice urged. “Opie, Jax, me, the whole club has your back Raine. Just give me a name.”

Raine watched as she drug the tip of her shoe along the floor before looking at him. “Jared Moore.”

Juice gave a quick nod just as they heard the growls of the motorcycles pulling in.

“Shit.” Raine cursed, attempting to stand up but stumbled back into her seat. “Opie is going to kill me.”

“No.” Juice sighed as he quickly poured another shot to take himself. “He’ll just hurt me, really, really bad.”

Raine rolled her eyes but quickly stopped when she Jax, Chibs, and her Opie walk in like men on a mission.

Opie raised a brow at his girl sitting goofily at the bar, an empty glass in front of her. “Brother, I gotta take care of this.” He said.

Jax smirked as he pulled out a cigarette. “Can’t ever find an easy one, can you Ope?”

Opie ignored his VP’s comment and walked his way over to Raine, his heavy footsteps making her giddy.

“Hi Opie.” She grinned up at him with a giddy smile.

“Are you drunk?” He asked before looking at Juice. “Is she drunk?”

Juice shrugged. “She said she could handle her shit.”

“Well I lied obviously.” Raine snorted making Opie roll his eyes, but internally thinking she was the cutest little drunk he had ever seen.

“Yeah obviously.” Opie grabbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Come on.” He sighed before lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

“Opie!” She cried in surprise and smacked him on the back, though it did nothing to stop him. “Where are we going?”

Opie remained silent and continued to walk her back into his room, laying her down on the bed. “I’m sorry.” Raine whimpered, half out of it.

He sighed, and cupped her cheek, his hand overtaking her cheek. “You’re not in trouble.” He said softly.

“I embarrassed you.” She frowned, burying her head in the pillow.

“You didn’t embarrass me, Raine.” He sat on the bed next to her. “Shit we all need to get fucked up every now and then.” He tried, but she only groaned in response. “Look, I gotta go with the guys, but I’ll come check on you later.” He offered as he got to his feet.

Her response: Another groan.

“Yeah, great talking to you Raine.” He rolled his eyes with a grin, his hand going through his beard before he walked out of the room, heading straight to Juice who was typing away on his computer.

The little man looked up at the giant and shook his head. “It wasn’t my idea to get her drunk. Just to . . . loosen her up a bit.”

Opie’s face became hard. “Loosen her up for what?” He questioned.

Juice let out a sigh and turned the laptop around, showing a mug shot of a tall white male, he looked dirty, and beaten.

“Jared Moore?” Opie questioned in confusion.

“Raine’s ex.” Juice explained before turning the computer around. “He’s ex-military so he knows his shit.”

Jax moved to stand next to Opie, a frown on his lips. “You found him?” He asked.

“Yeah, Raine runs her mouth when she’s hammered.” Juice chuckled but quickly stopped when he thought he heard a growl from Opie. He cleared his throat and continued. “Anyway ex-military after he got dishonorably discharged.”

“What for?” Jax asked, crossing his arms.

Juice looked up at Opie and bit his lip. “Sexual Assault on military personnel.”

Opie let out a growl and ran his fingers through his beard. “So, what’s he doing out and messing with Raine?”

“The charges ended up being dropped but he was still discharged after the accusation.” Juice continued before shaking his head. “He also has a bunch of DUI’s and a couple of domestic calls from the neighbors.” He glanced at Ope.

“Great.” Opie rubbed a hand over his face. “Just great.”

“Any word of him lately.” Jax asked as he rubbed the back of his neck, worried for Opie.

Juice typed a few words into the computer before shaking his head. “No, nothing.”

“Silence. That’s not a good sign.” Opie grumbled.

“Things have been quiet for a while.” Juice offered but Jax shook his head.

“Silence isn’t always the best thing Juicy.” Jax sighed. “Keep an eye on this for me?”

Juice nodded. “I’ll put an alert on my computer.”

Jax and Opie took a step away from Juice, so they could talk privately. “I want an eye on her at all time.” Opie growled.

“Agreed brother.” Jax nodded. “We’ll watch out for your old lady.”

Opie glanced at Jax, liking how he called Raine ‘his old lady’, but he never exactly asked her if this was what she wanted. She was just put into it, and he didn’t want to be like her ex, not giving her an option.

“Thanks brother.” Opie nodded, absentmindedly running his fingers through his beard. “I gotta get back to her.”

“Yeah, and I have to get back to Tara and the boys.” Jax nodded. “I’ll get a prospect to watch your house tonight.”

“I appreciate it.” Opie nodded before giving his VP a pat on the back for turning to the back hallway, going to his room where he found Raine where he left her. She hadn’t moved an inch since he left.

Opie let out a sigh and took off his cut before laying in the bed next to Rain, she instantly curled up to him and sighed out his name.

“I’m right here Raine.” He let out softly. “I’m right here.”

Tags: @lostghostgirl94​ @dazzledamazon​

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Supposed To Be The Best Day

Series: Don't Make It Personal  (American Assassin Mitch Rapp)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Death, Terrorist attack

"Babe, do you really have to film everything we do on our vacation?" I laugh as I walk backwards into the ocean. "Yes, I'm making a little video that's going to be a gift." He smiles jogging into the water recording me. "Who's it a gift for?" I ask putting my head back to get my hair wet. "Us in the future." He wraps an arm around me getting in the frame too. "I don't understand you at times." I stare up at him. "That's what you love about me so much though." He leans down giving me a kiss. "I love that I don't understand you?" I laugh and he gives me a goofy smile, "Duhhhh!" He kisses the top of my nose.

"Oh my god! Sam? As in Samuel Raider?" We hear a female's voice a few feet away from us. "Katrina Harper?" He smiles and I see the guy with her tilt his head confused like me. "Baby, this is an old friend of mine from high school." Sam tells me as he walks us half to meet her. "It's been so long." She gives him a hug. "This is my boyfriend Mitch Rapp." She pulls her boyfriend over to us. "Hi, dude. This is my girlfriend Payton Kline." He introduces me to her. "Hello." I give her a small smile.

"Man, it's so funny seeing you here." She laughs, shaking her head. "I know, especially when we always talked about coming here back in high school." He laughs and I look at her boyfriend Mitch who was eyeing Sam. "Oh my god, yes. Well look at us we are and with someone we each love to death." She smiles up at her boyfriend. "I'm guessing you guys dated?" Mitch says and they nod their heads. "Yeah, he's the one I told you about that I could never understand at times. Is that the same for you?" She asks me. "Oh yeah... I actually told him that just a few minutes ago." I laugh and Sam gives me a kiss.

"Yo Mitch, I know we just met but can I talk to you for a second?" Sam asks him and they walk off some. "So, how long have you been together?" Katrina asks me. "Oh, a few years now. We met when I was working at a store as a cashier and he would always come buy something to talk to me." I laugh and she tells me that's cute. "In case you were wondering how we broke up, it was mutual because we were going to different colleges. I'm happy he's got someone like you. You seem wonderful." I thank her as the guys come back and we go back to our spot.

"What was that about?" I ask as he messes with his phone. "Guy talk. He told me he's going to propose to her." He wiggles his eyebrows before filming again. "Really Samuel? Just have some fun with me." I pout. "I just need your reaction for this." He laughs, making me roll my eyes, "Ugh fine..." I giggle, spinning around. "Payton Kline, you are literally the love of my life and I'm so happy my roommate sent me to the store." I stop to see him pull out a ring making my jaw drop but then laugh. "I'm also happy your checkout line was the shortest or I would have never seen you." He says getting closer to me, making me smile up at him.

"I just hope you love me as much as I love you... Will you marry me?" He asked and I wanted to joke for a second since he was recording. "Samuel, is this a bad time to say I wanted to break up?" His face drops and I take the phone recording him. "I-..." Was all he could spit out. "I'm just playing with you. Of course I would marry you! You are the love of my life too." I wrap my arms around him kissing him and he puts the ring on my finger. "I fucking hate you but I love you too." He pinched my sides making me squeal.

"Congrats man!" Sam turns to Mitch and Katrina. "You too man!" Mitch tells us making me and Katrina laugh. "Since I played a rude joke on you, I'll get us drinks." I give him a kiss before making my way back. "Love you Babygirl! You're my everything!" He shouts as I get farther away getting out of the water. As I make it out Mitch does too, "Congratulations to you." He gives me a smile. "To you too." I return one and people cheer for each of us. "Are you getting engagement drinks too?" He asks as we walk together. "Yeah, I sorta joked saying I wanted to break up so I said I'll get the drinks." He shakes his head at me. "That's just totally messed up. You don't do a guy like that." I nodded my head agreeing, "He was recording and I wanted his reaction." I jog ahead of him and he follows.

"Hola. Como estás?" He asks the bartender. "What can I get you?" The guy asks. "Um, can I just get four drinks, please? Cuatro bebidas, if that's right... Um, We each just got engaged, so something special. It can be anything, though." Mitch tells him and I thank him for getting ours too. "Oh, you two are lucky." The bartender says. "Oh, can they be kinda strong too? Is that cool?" He asks the guy then thanks him. "It's funny to see two ex's together." I laugh as we look back to see Sam and Katrina waving at us next to each other so we wave back. "Oh, whoa. Maybe not that strong." I told the guy before gunshots were fired making us duck down and people started to scream and drop around us. "Run, run!" He grabs my hand and we run into a guy making us fall into the pool.

I get out before Mitch and scream Sam's name trying to avoid shots. "Son of a bitch!" I scream when a bullet hits me in the right thigh making me fall. I get up then help Mitch up next to me and he starts to limp with me. "Just keep your head low and push through the pain." I tell him before calling Sam's name as people drop dead around us. "Payton! Watch out Katrina!" Sam gets in front of Katrina to protect her and gets shot in the head. As he falls to the ground the guy shoots Katrina too. "SAMUEL!" I scream as I get shot from behind on the right side going through my chest making me drop into the water.

When they were gone I pulled myself to sit up groaning in pain crawling to Sam. "Sammy." I cry grabbing his and just my other hand to close his eyes. I look over to see Mitch in pain crying about Katrina. When help finally arrived they asked us a few questions then took us to fix us up. They told us and a few other people who made it out alive would have to wait a few days before we could leave. "Payton." Mitch takes a seat next to me. "Why does one of our happiness days have to turn into a bloodbath and the loss of a loved one?" I cry looking at the ring in my finger.

"I wonder that too." He looks at the ring he gave Katrina. "I wonder if Sam would have still died if he didn't try to protect Katrina. At least he died trying to help someone." I close my eyes looking up. "I don't know but I regret leaving her to get drinks." He tells me. "I do too. Instead of losing them we all could have probably ran to safety. Also thank you for trying to help me when we started to run." I turn to look at him. "Thank you too. For helping me up and giving me tips." I give him a slight smile, "My uncle, who is a veteran, gives me random tips all the time." He lets out a chuckle, "It's good you listen to him."

Next

[t0ngue-tech]

Deadline | Six

“You retreated further into your seat but this only prompted Jungkook to only get closer.

‘Jungkook, I understand that y/n is your girlfriend, but can you please keep the flirting outside of my classroom?’ Your history teacher called out from his desk.

‘Sorry, teach! Couldn’t help it.’ Jungkook replied with ease.

A few of the students snickered and you easily recognized Jennie’s.

‘That was fun.’ He whispered.

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word count: 4.7k

↠series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | ↞

A/N: HELLO EVERYONE IN QUARANTINE! it has been about two months since i last uploaded anything. i actually started writing two things but i got writer’s block from both of them so i decided to continue deadline and BAM i couldn’t stop writing lol. i hope you all enjoy this chapter huhuhuhu. stay safe everyone!

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It had been a long and tiring week since Jungkook came over and you both were busy as ever. You promised the math team that you would attend more meetings, which you were now doing, and you had piles of homework on top of tutoring Jimin, Taehyung, and occasionally Jennie.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was doing his best to do better in all of his classes. Plus, he had been extra tired lately due to his training in the evening. He would usually take you home after school, but he was now heading home to do some homework and nap before training while you had your own after school activities.

You soon came to realize that the last time you got to properly hang out with Jungkook was when he came over to your house.

After Jungkook left, you found the confidence to truly call him a friend. He thanked you for breaking out of your comfort zone for the sake of his own selfishness and you became aware of how caring and mindful he was. 

Fake relationship aside, Jungkook was a great friend and as friends, you missed hanging out with him on a daily basis. Sure, you saw him on campus and he was in your third period, but because you had things to do after school, you drove yourself to school for the past week. It couldn’t be helped.

“So, as a girlfriend, don’t you miss spending time with him?”

Your eyebrow twitched and it felt like you could snap your pen into two.

Jennie accompanied you to a coffee shop after school while she waited to pick up her sister from dance practice. You had your laptop open and a notebook laid out in front of you while Jennie had her textbook that remained untouched for the past hour and a half.

“Ugh, Jennie.” You groaned.

“Come on, y/n. It’s just a question. You even said it yourself, it’s been a while since you hung out with Jungkook.” Jennie took a long sip from her drink and fiddled with the zipper of your pencil case.

“Alright, if I was his actual girlfriend, of course I’d miss him. But we’re just friends with an unusual contract so it’s fine.” You explained.

“Just ask him to hang out with you! Friends are allowed to do that.”

“Jennie Kim. Just drop the subject and open your textbook, you said you’d at least try to study.” You reached over and tapped her closed book with your pen. “Plus, we’re both busy these days, so really, it’s fine.” 

Jennie did have a point. Asking Jungkook to hang out with you as a friend shouldn’t be a problem however, it felt like you would be overstepping your boundaries.

An hour flew by of Jennie complaining, studying for five minutes and taking a fifteen minute break. She may not always be the best study buddy, but she was your favorite companion. Eventually she had to take her leave, leaving you in a cold coffee shop with much regret because you left your earphones at home.

I guess I’ll just stay for a while.

Your phone buzzed in your lap.

[4:12] jungkookie♡: How about now? Is it correct?

While studying with Jennie, you were going over Jungkook’s book report corrections via text message. Attached to his text was a photo of a newly put together paragraph with less grammatical errors.

[4:15] You: you can replace one of your commas with a semicolon. guess whereeeeee

[4:17] jungkookie♡: Alaslskslsks hint pls

You chuckled thinking about how Jungkook probably didn’t even try to look for the comma replacement on his own. Before sending him a sarcastic hint, you stared at his contact name.

It was agreed that you were both going to change each other’s contact name to something more couple-esque just in case someone happened to see their texts. The heart beside his name was something you were still getting used to.

“Y/n?”

You looked up from your phone, already recognizing the voice, and forced your face muscles to stop from frowning.

“Hm?”

Sehun stood in front of your table dressed in his varsity jacket over a white t-shirt, sweats, and his wallet and phone in one hand. The tips of his bangs were plastered against his forehead, probably sweaty after working out; you were familiar with the sight.

“Uh, um, may I sit?” He asked nervously.

You pondered over your answer and replied quietly, “sure.”

He sat down and tapped his fingers against the side of the table. You paid no mind to Sehun and continued to work on your math packet. He barely said a word for five minutes which only made you uncomfortable considering he was your ex-boyfriend and you were currently in a “relationship.”

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Sehun finally questioned.

You hummed, not even batting him an eye. 

“I heard something from Jongin today and he said that Jungkook is using you.”

This statement immediately broke your concentration. You scrunched your eyebrows together, giving Sehun a what the fuck type of look.

“And why the hell did he tell you that?” You were irritated. Sehun was poking around in your business and even if you had the intention of making him jealous, using the words “using you” was a bit much.

“I—I don’t know. He heard it from Jeongyeon and Mina. They were talking about it and Jongin just passed it along to me.” Sehun brought his hands down to his lap and averted his eyes.

“So, basically, the cheerleaders were talking about this?” You waited until he nodded. “For your information, Sehun, Jungkook isn’t using me.”

“And how do you know that?” He answered rather quickly.

There was no way you could tell Sehun that you were in a fake relationship with Jungkook and it frustrated you because you knew for sure that he wasn’t using you without consent.

“Why do you even care? My relationship with Jungkook doesn’t concern you.” You had to tone down with the annoyance in your voice before it attracted any attention from other bystanders.

“I—Well,” Sehun gnawed at his bottom lip. “Jungkook and Chaeyoung broke up months ago and maybe he’s just using you to get over her. Maybe he still loves her.”

Maybe. Maybe he was right. Who knows? Jungkook could possibly still love her deep, deep, deep down and was having trouble getting over her. But you remembered that he only misses the good times, that was it.

You let out a rough sigh and rubbed the spot in between your eyebrows.

“Are you having trouble getting over me?” Sehun asked boldly.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You quipped.

“We also only broke up months ago. After a year of being together, you really have no feelings for me anymore?”

Your jaw dropped a little. Was he serious?

“Well, if you put it that way, since you’re so concerned about Jungkook and I, do you still have feelings for me? Oh, but you did break up with me because you lost feelings.” You held your eye contact with him and waited for an answer. Despite how strong your retort was, your heartbeat was working overtime. You were grateful to be sitting down because if you were standing, you would probably wobble down onto the floor from being so nervous.

“I—”

“Huh, if it isn’t my two favorite people, y/n and Sehun.”

You snapped your attention to Jungkook who had remarkable timing. You were so engrossed in your heated conversation with Sehun that you didn’t even notice Jungkook walk in.

Startled, Sehun harshly stood up from the chair, slightly bumping into Jungkook.

“I was just leaving.” Sehun mumbled and escaped towards the register of the coffee shop.

Jungkook was dressed in an all black tracksuit and had his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He pulled back the seat and sat down with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Hi.” He proudly greeted you.

“What brings you here?” You moved around some of your supplies to make room for Jungkook’s laptop and the printed copy of his book report.

“First of all, you didn’t reply to my text when I asked for a hint and you mentioned that you were at this coffee shop so I decided to drop by for you to check out my paper face to face.” He answered.

You took the book report and flipped it over page by page. “Mhm, and secondly?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I guess we just haven’t seen each other much besides in school. I figured you were probably suffocating from missing me too much—hey, ah!” You cut him off by reaching over to playfully smack him a couple of times with his report. 

“On a serious note though,” he continued. “We really haven’t seen each other that much. Sorry about that.”

You smiled softly. “Hey, it’s not your fault. We’re both busy.”

Jungkook returned the smile and tapped away at his keyboard. “So, what kind of bullshit was Sehun saying this time?” Jungkook turned his body and captured the sight of Sehun finally leaving the coffee shop.

You blew out a breath of air not wanting to remember the frustrating conversation you had with Sehun. Since it was about your relationship, Jungkook had to know.

You explained to him that the cheerleaders stirred up the idea of Jungkook using you to get over Chaeyoung. It was pretty obvious that Chaeyoung was the starting point of that piece of information. He reacted just as you did, irritation seeping out of every pore. You then added the part where Sehun mentioned that Jungkook probably still loved Chaeyoung.

“Geez…” Jungkook hissed. “With the way she’s behaving, it’s making me feel more relieved that I broke it off with her. Even if we’re not together anymore, she’s still possessive.”

“Sorry you’re going through this.”

“I’m sorry to rope you in this.”

You both snickered, understanding that this was the grave that the two of you had dug and had no other choice but to lie in it.

“I think we should get back to our usual routine.” Jungkook suggested.

Your routine with Jungkook consisted of him picking you up from your house at around 7:15 to go to school together. Jungkook would then take you to your first period and hang out with you outside of the classroom until the first bell would ring. Lunchtime was usually spent with him, his friends, and Jennie, then third period, fourth, and the school day would be over. If you had matters to attend to after school, Jungkook would wait on campus or sit in his car until you were finished and then he would take you home. This routine was put on hold due to both of your busy schedules.

“I think you’re right. Maybe we’re starting to look more like friends than a couple these days.” You lightly chuckled and quickly skimmed through one page of Jungkook’s report. “And I also think the semi colon belongs here.”

“Where?!” He scrambled around to look where you were looking.

“Somewhere—here.” You took one of your red pens and circled the same paragraph he sent you.

Just as you playfully hit him with his papers, Jungkook grabbed your red pen and drew jagged semicolons all over your hand as you struggled to free yourself. In that moment, you felt at ease knowing things were going to go back as normal as possible.

↠↞

“The two of you look disgustingly happy today. I feel like vomiting.” Jennie shuddered and opened her bag of chips.

You turned your gaze over to the lunch line where Jungkook and Jimin were standing. Jimin was shaking Jungkook by the collar, probably begging Jungkook to accompany him to the mall tomorrow; you remembered Jungkook sighing about it at the coffee shop. 

Jennie was right and you refused to vocalize it. When you walked out your front door in the morning and found Jungkook leaning against his car, waiting for you, your heart thumped inside of your chest. He acted like he normally did, teasing you about the dust of sleep that was still settled in your eyes. 

There was a moment in time where you realized that the routine you had with Jungkook was now the norm and you were experiencing that same feeling all over again. It made you feel giddy, almost like a kid waking up on Christmas morning.

“I think you’re imagining it.” You dismissed the topic and pierced your juicebox with a straw.

“And I think I know you too well.” Jennie smirked and stole the first sip of your juice.

Well, she wasn’t wrong.

Third period physically suffocated you.

Your teacher had given the last half of class time to work on the history project and Jungkook sat a lot closer to you than normal. The entire class—pretty much the whole school—knew that you two were a couple, but the cheerleaders in your class constantly shot icy glares at you.

For an entire week, there was some distance between you and Jungkook and the constant stares from any of the cheerleaders began to subside until now. With the way Jungkook was acting, you knew it had to do with your “looking more like friends than a couple” comment from yesterday. Pulling off a couple’s aura was obviously a good thing, but shaking off the glares of Chaeyoung’s posse always proved rather difficult.

“Hey. Could you, I don’t know, maybe scoot over just a teensy bit?” You whispered.

Jungkook looked towards the cheerleaders who quickly turned away and then did the exact opposite of what you requested. 

To sit even closer to you, he pushed his desk aside and grabbed one of the vacant chairs that sat on the outskirts of the classroom. He sat close enough to the point where both your knee and shoulder bumped against Jungkook’s own.

“I like this a bit better.” He chuckled.

Li-Like?!

You retreated further into your seat but this only prompted Jungkook to only get closer.

“Jungkook, I understand that y/n is your girlfriend, but can you please keep the flirting outside of my classroom?” Your history teacher called out from his desk.

“Sorry, teach! Couldn’t help it.” Jungkook replied with ease.

A few of the students snickered and you easily recognized Jennie’s.

“That was fun.” He whispered.

“You’re impossible!” You harshly whispered back, face flushed with embarrassment.

After that, the rest of the school day seemed to have passed by in a blur.

You had a math team meeting after school to prepare for the competition and you tried to convince Jungkook to head home so he could rest before his training, but he refused.

“It’s fine. I have my duffle bag in my trunk, so I can just drop you off home and head off to practice.” Jungkook patted the top of your head.

The two of you stood outside of the practice room and you greeted your teammates as they walked in.

“B-But, aren’t you tired? I don’t know what time I’ll finish.”

You noticed that Jungkook’s eyes were focused inside the classroom before he leaned down and gently tugged at your face towards him. There was a short moment of panic inside of you thinking that he was going to kiss you in front of your teammates.

The first and only time he kissed you was the first day your fake relationship was established and kissing you now, when you definitely weren’t ready, was too much.

“Jung—” you croaked and screwed your eyes shut.

Instead of a kiss, he bumped his forehead against yours and lightly brushed the tip of your nose with his own. He probably did this to create the illusion of you two kissing and you were confused, he never did this before.

“I’ll take a nap in my car. Just call me when you’re done so I get a heads up.” Jungkook took a quick step back before enveloping you in a hug. “Work hard. I’ll see you later.”

He left shortly after the hug, leaving you in a daze. Chanyeol had to go out and collect you because you were too shocked to move.

Did that happen just now?

↠↞

“Okay, this meeting is adjourned until next week Monday. Tomorrow is Friday, so I think we all take a break so that your weekend can start much earlier.” Chanyeol announced.

The math team cheered as if they just won the lottery. Your brain had been overcooked with math problems for the entire week and you couldn’t wait to finally relax after school.

While you were packing your bag, you scrolled through the text messages you received during the meeting.

[4:02] momomom: Thai for dinner tonight? Text me your order! I finish at 7 tonight xo

Yes! Chicken pad thai, my body is ready!

[3:40] jenniekim: Lmk if youre free after school tmrw

[3:40] jenniekim: The mall awaits us!

[3:41] jenniekim: And that outfit I showed u before also awaits u!!!!!!

You smiled to yourself.

Sigh, Jennie. You’re not going to let it go, huh?

The next cluster of messages were from Jungkook who also attached a bunch of pictures to the texts. Majority of the pictures were of the sky, his feet on the dashboard, the ceiling of his car along with his face from the eyes up, and his empty passenger seat.

[2:52] jungkookie♡: It’s the perfect day for a nap

[3:05] jungkookie♡: Okay I’m going to nap forreal this time

[3:26] jungkookie♡: Nvm turns out

[3:26] jungkookie♡: I cant sleeeeeep

He’s gonna regret not napping later.

[3:47] jungkookie♡: When youre done gotta show u a youtube vid lol funny af

[3:56] jungkookie♡: Dont forget to call me when youre on your way

“This kid.” you mumbled to yourself.

“Good work today, y/n.” Chanyeol’s voice startled you. “Oh, s-sorry!”

You brushed it off with a laugh and slipped on your backpack.

“It’s fine, Chan. I’ll see you on Monday!”

“Wa-Wait, y/n! This isn’t homework or anything, but I compiled some problems and formulas that you can study and practice with to help prepare you for the final part of the competition.” Chanyeol held out a thin packet.

You smile softly at him. “Thank you so much! I really appreciate this, Chan. I owe you one.”

Chanyeol opened his mouth and a squeak of some sort of syllable left his lips, but he shook his head. “You’re welcome. I’ll see you, y/n.”

He turned his back to you to clean up the classroom and you raised an eyebrow.

Weird.

You didn’t want to dwell on the moment any second longer. It was still a bit awkward around Chanyeol, especially because Jennie always made side comments whenever they would run into him in the hallways.

Since the meeting ended earlier than you expected, this gave Jungkook a bit more time to rest after taking you home. Knowing that he would have the time to relax made you feel satisfied. The quicker you arrived at his car, the quicker he could nap.

“Tsk. He told me to call and yet he’s not answering.” You mumbled to yourself as you picked up your pace in your steps.

Jungkook parked near the second entrance in the student parking lot and you took a shortcut behind the locker rooms and the football field to get there faster.

The sun beat down on you, but the autumn air made it much easier to bear. You noticed it on the way to school, but the weather seemed more beautiful than normal.

“—fuck did you say?!”

You didn’t realize how deep in thought you were until you heard a voice dripping in anger coming up near the boys locker room. The voice was recognizable, but you refused to believe it until you saw the owner with your own eyes.

You ran, almost tripping over your own feet as you turned the corner and found Jungkook in an altercation with none other than Sehun.

Jungkook had the collar of Sehun’s shirt balled up in his fists with Sehun’s back pressed against the wire fence. Your feet felt glued to the ground, but you knew you had to do something before things got out of hand.

“Jeon Jungkook!” Your voice pierced through the air and the two boys whipped their heads to find you trudging towards them.

You ripped Jungkook away from Sehun, dropping your phone to hold his wrists in your hands.

“What the hell are you two doing?!” You first looked to Jungkook for an answer, but his eyes weren’t meeting yours. So, you turned to Sehun and he was reacting the same way.

“Hello?!” You questioned loudly.

“We were just—” Sehun began.

“Talking. Just talking.” Jungkook completed the sentence still avoiding your eyes.

You screwed your eyes shut, blood boiling with anger.

“I’m gonna take a stab in the dark here, but since my ex boyfriend and current boyfriend were in that situation, I’m going to assume that you two were talking about me?” Neither of the boys answered you and you sighed roughly. “I’m going to take the silence as a yes.”

It had only been a day and here was Jungkook and Sehun, once again, sharing the same breathing space. Not only that, the scene you stumbled upon would have probably turned violent if you arrived a minute later.

“Oh Sehun, Jeon Jungkook, you two realize that you both are student athletes, right?” Neither of them dared to look at you. “If a teacher walked in instead of me, who knows what would’ve happened! Sehun, coach would have probably kicked you off the team and you have a match at the end of this month, Jungkook. Your coach probably wouldn’t let you compete!”

You felt as if you were scolding two kindergarteners who refused to share a toy. Unlike an elementary school teacher, you didn’t make them hug and apologize. Instead, you gave Jungkook a light push to keep them at distance. You scooped up your phone and tightened your hand around Jungkook’s.

“I don’t ever want to see the two of you making any sort of contact again and I mean it.” You threatened. “Let’s go, Jungkook. You have practice.”

You couldn’t be bothered to check on Sehun. If you showed an ounce of concern, Jungkook’s mood would probably worsen. So, the two of you marched to his car in a heavy silence.

“I’ll drive. You can cool off in the passenger seat.” You stuck your hand out for the keys, but Jungkook beat you to it and held open the passenger side door for you to get in.

“It’s fine. I’ll cool off at practice.” Jungkook said plainly.

It was weird. You were pissed off about how he would have got into a fight and if you could, you would much rather not talk to him at the moment. But you never saw Jungkook this angry before and it terrified you.

He was always so easy going; anger never seemed to be a part of his vocabulary. It made you wonder what the hell were those two idiots specifically talking about. You made an inference that the topic was you; it seemed to be the likely candidate because they were never friends to begin with. The only thing they had in common was having a relationship with you.

Maybe they talked about what Mina and Jeongyeon said?

The car ride was deafening and what made it even worse was that Jungkook had the air conditioning on and no music playing. You could feel a streak of cold sweat fall at the back of your neck.

Something. I have to say something!

“I—I understand that we’re pretending to be a couple, but you really didn’t have to take it that far.” You blurted out. “You’ve been training hard for this fight, you can’t risk it because of me, you know.”

While you spoke, it took a lot of courage for you to take a peek at Jungkook. You could see his jaw clench and his eyes remained focused on the road. His left hand held the steering wheel and his right hand gripped tightly around the gear shift.

You sighed. Ugh, no. I’m just making him feel even worse.

You almost made yourself dizzy by thinking about what to say to Jungkook. In your eyes, you didn’t seem to do anything wrong back at the school but at the moment, you were nagging at him. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to be angry or upset with you.

The suffocating atmosphere wasn’t getting any better. Before slumping lower into the seat, you noticed how tight Jungkook was holding the gear shift. His knuckles ghosted white from how hard he was squeezing the handle.

This made you nervous. What if Jungkook continued to stay angry and ended up hurting himself during practice from trying to “cool off”? What if he couldn’t compete?

No. No. I need to do something. Ah—um—

With trembling fingers, you reached out and peeled Jungkook’s hand off the shift. His entire arm flinched as you gently interlaced your fingers between his own and rested your held hands in your lap.

“If Sehun said something bad about me that made you angry, thank you for defending me. But I don’t want you using violence to solve anything.” Your voice was much softer and much more composed this time. “I don’t want you getting hurt because I’m going to start worrying and I can get pretty annoying when I start worrying!”

You looked over at Jungkook whose facial expression still hasn’t changed.

“Jungkook.” You sighed. “Please don’t be angry.”

Just when you thought things were going to take another wrong turn because you couldn’t stop spewing nonsense, you felt Jungkook’s hand relax in yours. He still kept his eyes on the road, but he used his thumb to gently graze your skin as you held on. Before you could ruin the mood by running your mouth, you smiled to yourself thinking you succeeded in making him relax. You used your free hand to softly draw mindless patterns on the back of his hand.

Not another word was said, but the heavy fog in the car seemed to have been lifted.

Before you knew it, Jungkook was pulling up to the curb in front of your house. You were still holding hands with him, so he had no way of putting the car in park. But he didn’t move an inch to do so.

“Jungkook?” You called out, but there was no reaction. “Jeon Jungkook!” This time, you shook your hand and it woke him up out of his daze.

“Huh?”

“I’m home.”

“O—Oh! Sorry.” He retracted his hand back and finally put his car in park. 

“It’s fine.” You snickered. “Um, get some rest okay? Don’t get hurt during practice.”

You shuffled around and gathered your things to exit as quickly as possible.

“Y—Y/n..!” Jungkook tugged at your sleeve just before you could open the door. “Uh, I—I—I’ll...do my best tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The crack in his voice startled you. It wasn’t like Jungkook to sound or look this flustered. It was quite the sight to see, but you were getting nervous all over again.

“Yeah. Drive safe.” You replied and finally made your escape. You wanted to run into your house right away, but your compulsion to turn back around weighed heavier. So, when you reached your front door, you did just that.

You saw Jungkook already looking at you, so you waved. For the first time since he dropped you off at your math team meeting, he smiled at you. He then waved back and drove out of your street.

It seemed to take forever to get your front door open and once you did, you plopped yourself down on your couch. You shut your eyes and your head spun as you looked back on the events that took place.

The angered expression Jungkook had when he was with Sehun continued to pop into your head. As well as the way Jungkook held your hand and affectionately grazed your skin with his thumb.

Your cheeks flared up.

Geez, what a day.

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♡ rae jagi

[maiface23]

"Did I just turn you on?" Part Two

WARNING: Alot of smut and some fluff

Recap: "You get so excited, you couldn't believe what was happening right now, so you play along with it. You cuff Davids face with one hand and lean in even closer

Y/N- "Oh is that so? Well I'm about to give you 20/20 hearing then, baby." you both laugh."

Part Two:

You smile at each other before getting back into position to fix davids ear. You try your hardest to focous and get this right. You need to get this right. All you could think about was Davids lips on yours. You really didn't even know what was going to happen. Did he mean it? Was he joking? Were you joking? How would it play out? What would he do, how would he do it?

No matter what, you did your best to stay focous at the task at hand. Putting away any thoughts of david.. doing... things to you.

Before you could clear your thoughts, you realized you were done, and David was smiling up at you.

Y/N- "So... is it better?"

David sat for a moment to think, to listen, testing out his hearing.

David- "I don't know- oh wait..."

David sticks his palm up to his ear and pushes down.

David- "Awe FUCK. Finally!"

David sits up and fiddles with his ear some more.

David- "Thank you so much Y/N, I swear to god if I had to deal with that shit any longer...."

Your heart starts to race. What does this mean? What is suppose to happen next. What am I suppose to do, what are we suppose to do? God I hope he wasn't joking.

Y/N- "Okay good I'm really glad it's better. I have to go clean up the mess in the bathroom, I will be right back"

David smiles at you and nods.

You get up off of the bed and make your way to the bathroom, throwing away the garbage you left in there. Throwing everything into the Target back. Trying to steady your heart rate, trying to straighten out your mind, your confusion.

You are almost done cleaning when u feel an energy near you, a presence, David. You look up in the bathroom mirror and you see David smiling at you, so you smile back. David reaches out and softly grabs your hip to turn you around. You are now facing him, his warmth so close to yours, you feel like you are getting hot again in your cheeks.

David- "Did I say thank you yet?"

You smile up at him

Y/N- "Yes you did, and you are welcome."

You now know he was not joking. His eyes intensifys, darkens.

David- "So I guess it's my turn to take care of your problem?"

You nod at him

David- "Say it." He says with a whisper

David- "I wanna hear you say it."

Y/N- "Can you help me with my problem.... please..."

Once again Davids words reaching your groin, you feel your pussy pumping with excitement.

David smiles again.

David- "Well I never go back on a promise."

David wraps his hands around your waist and lifts you up so you are sitting on his bathroom counter. He pushes his way in between your legs so his face is as close to yours as he can get.

David- "Can I kiss you?"

You nod at him.

David- "Say it" he whispers

Y/N- "Kiss me... please"

David doesn't wait a second more, his warm soft lips finally touching yours. His breath smells like green mint gum like the one he was chewing on earlier. You start to follow his lips with yours, keeping a steady rythem. You wrap your hands around the nape of his neck, and in his hair. Your heart is racing with excitement, so happy this was finally happening. Wondering why it took so long for it to happen.

The kiss lasted for about 3 minute's before David travels his way to your neck, you feel your underwear becoming wet... so wet. You expect him to travel back up to your lips, but he doesnt. You feel him get lower down to your collar bone, then to your chest. David stops and takes your tank top off, leaving you in your bra and sweat pants. He let's go of your waist and sneaks his hand into your bra, your tits peaking through for his touch. He then leans down and takes your nipples in his mouth

Y/N- "Awe fuck David" you moan

David looks up at you and smiles, without releasing your nipple from his mouth. He continues to play your tits for a little while longer untill he stops and sits up.

David- "Do you want more?"

Y/N- "Give me more, baby" you moan

You surpised yourself by calling him by that name, you've never called your ex boyfriends by that name, but David was making you feel something inside you, you have never felt before. David smiles at the cute nickname you called him, and rewards you by taking off your sweat pants for you. You re adjust yourself afterwards hoping he would kiss you once more, but David wasnt done. He then takes off your underwear.

David- "Oh wow you really do want more, don't you?" He says as he nodices the wetness in your underwear.

You really are out of words at this point, so you just smile back at him. You were so turned on and ready, it felt like time was standing still. After David takes off your underwear, you re adjust yourself on the bathroom sink, David pushes his way back in between your legs untill your faces were so close once again. He then gives you another warm kiss.

David- "Do you want me to eat you out... Baby" he whispers, using your nickname against you.

You nod at him unable to comprehend words

David- "Say it."

Y/N- "Please.... eat m-me, please."

David gives you another small kiss before he starts to kiss you down your neck again, kisses your chest, your stomach. Then he gets on his knees and opens your legs, he looks up at you and smiles, before biting down on your inner thigh, his hands wrapped around your legs keeping you steady. You moan out. He then bites your other thigh without breaking eye contact, and you moan again. You take a moment to brace yourself for pleasure by tilting your head back, leaning it against the mirror behind you, closing your eyes.

Moments later you feel Davids tounge reach your clit ever so gently. It's so soft and inviting, so warm and sweet, it feels like butter against your pussy.

Y/N- "Ahw my god, David." you moan out softly.

David starts to make circles around your parts, his tounge going every direction it needed to go, where he knew it needed to go. You grab his hair with one of your hands to help steady yourself, his long soft hair tickling in between your fingers.

David continues to do his magic in your pussy untill u feel a pressure building in your stomach, in your groin.

Y/N- "Daaavid..." You cry out

He knows that's his queue to go faster, he starts flicking his tounge so perfectly against your clit, untill you feel a jolt run down your spine and into your wet heat. You grab Davids hair tighter as you orgasm around his mouth.

Y/N- "Fuuuuuck.." you moan

David gives u a second to come down your high, then he stands back up and picks you up off of the bathroom sink, and carrys you to his bed. Your legs on both sides of his waist, your arms wrapped around his neck.

He drops you on the bed and watches you for a moment smiling. You realize you are completely naked besides your bra, and David is still completely clothed. He reaches behind his head, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

David- "Do you want more?" He says seductively

Y/N- "Yes, please" you moan out

David starts to take his pants off, not releasing eye contact with your naked body, his eyes so dark, yet soft and beautiful. You can tell Hes loving what he has done to you. Your legs bent up and open on the bed, and your arms above your head, watching him.

His pants are finally off and you see his hard dick trying to break free from his boxers, you sit up and help him take them off. You pull them down and his dick springs out, and greets you. David goes to lean over for a condom as you reach out and start to stroke him slowly.

David- "that feels so good, Y/N." He moans quietly

David starts to unwrap the condom when you realize how good his dick feels in your hand, and you start to wonder how it would taste. You've never given a blowjob before, so you weren't confident enough to try, but you though, how does it taste?

You then lean down and lick all the way up from his nuts to the tip of his dick, ever so slowly, not breaking eye contact with him. You feel his dick get harder. You didn't think that was possible. It's like a rock at this point, and it taste so good. His lips break open into an 'o' figure.

David- "Fuuuuuck." He moans out

David then proceeded to grab your jaw with his finger tips and press your lips to his. Giving you a very passionate kiss.

Mid kiss, David grabs your waist and picks you up, throwing you further onto the bed, to where you were now in the middle of it. He puts on his condom fast, egar to be inside you. He climbs up on the bed and lays on top of you. You wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses you once more, you wrap your fingers in his hair. his soft fluffy hair. He breaks away from the kiss and looks down at you

David- "Are you ready." He whispers.

You don't answer him but instead grip his hair and pull his face to yours to make him kiss you, hoping he understood your desires.

He waits a moment untill you feel him shifting, and adjust himself to slide inside you. You were so wet, you didnt need time to adjust to his size. He slid into so quickly and perfectly, you gasp.

Y/N- "oh my god.... holy shit" you moan loudly

David also let's out a moan before he starts to move inside you, slowly.

He leans down and bites your neck, sending shivers to your spine you didn't even think was possible at this point.

Davids moving slowly inside you, untill you feel him pick up his pace. He eventually starts slamming into you, hard, aggressively.

Y/N- "oh Fuck David, YES, yes..." you cry out

It feels so intense in your groin, you can't count the amount of orgasms you keep having, David is pounding your G spot so much, it's like he knew exactly where it was, and how to find it.

After a while of David fucking you, you feel his body shift over to your side, he grabs your waist as he shifts himself on his back, putting you on top. All this time you realize you still had your bra on, so you take the moment to take it off. You watch David as he's locked eyes with your chest, waiting to see your tits bounce free, his face is if he hasn't seen tits before. You throw your bra to the side and put your hands on his chest, steadying yourself before you start to bounce on top of him. David grabs your hips and helps you maintain a rythem on his dick. You keep bouncing up and down, your breast following your patterns, he keeps switching eye contact with you, and them. He watches you as if you were an amazing art piece, admiring your beauty, the beauty that's on top of him.

Suddenly you feel his grip around your waist tightened, he lifts you up slightly, just enough so you are still attacked to his throbbing dick. He adjusts his legs so they are slightly bent, and starts to fuck you while you are on top. Pounding into you again.

Y/N- "DAVID!" You scream out loud

David- "UGHHHH, Fuuuck" he cries out

Finally he's cuming underneath you, his rythem stops and he lays there, trying to catch his breath. You fall over to the right side of him and try to catch yours as well. You both pull the blanket over naked bodies so you aren't exposed anymore.

You both lay there for a moment silently, trying to relax and come down from your highs. You starting thinking to yourself, you've never felt anything like that before. Your body so hot and your pussy throbbing from excitement. You feel like you can feel the throbbing in your legs all the way down to the bottom of your feet. You feel so amazing, hoping that there will be more in the future.

David- "that.... was incredible."

Y/N- "I can't believe that just happened."

David chuckles softly. He turns his head to face yours

David- "I think we should do this more often." he smiles

Y/N- "Atleast Natalie won't have to put up with you as much then." You joke to him

David- "That means you'll have to up with with me." He says as he smiles at you.

You reach over stroking his face and smile back.

Y/N- "I think I will be okay with that."

David then leans in and gives you another kiss.

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The Upcoming Tides (1)

this is a prequel to this story 

Chapter Warnings :language , smutty talk mentions of underage drinking 

A/N: let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list , please do not plagiarize my work. Stay safe and feedback is apricated , Thanks - Meg

October 25th 1984

"Y/n , Y/n , Y/n wake up I've called for you three times" I rolled over before seeing my stepmother Jill who had my six and a half month old brother Peter on her hip , I sat up before saying "what time is it". Jill responded saying "Matthew already left so now I have to drive you , let's go" she walked out of my bedroom before slamming the door to my bedroom , now I know what your thinking what a shitty way to wake up in the morning but this wasn't uncommon for me. Before my dad married Jill life was a lot more different , my mom Emily was the absolute perfect mother , made everyday and every holiday special that was until she got sick. When I was eight my mom passed away which sent me practically spiraling , I didn't talk to anyone , I stayed in my room and just wanted to be alone until more recently in the past couple of year when I was slowly starting to break out of my shell. When It was just my dad and my brother Matt and I everything was different without mom but we had each other until my dad brought a friend of my mothers over for dinner and told Matt and I they were going to get married , Jill my stepmother had known since I was a little girl. I never really liked her but she was okay , she worked with my mother and would babysit us from time to time but that was all now she was my stepmother who treated me more like cinderella , I did most of the cleaning , I was practically raising Peter who was my father and hers son they had a year after being married and I was exhausted. I was up with Peter in the night , I had school and didn't go to bed till late meaning I was getting maybe three or four hours of sleep. I was tying my shoes when Jill walked into my bedroom , she spoke saying "Y/n lets go now please" I responded saying "I'm ready now Jill" she shook her head saying "what have we talked about you can't call me that it'll confuse your brother". I spoke again saying "I'm ready now mom" she nodded saying "good let's go" I hated when she did that , make me call her mom that isn't fair I have a mom and if she was here she wouldn't stand for this. Jill pulled up in front of the school before she spoke saying "come home strait away I need you to watch Peter this afternoon I'm busy" I rolled my eyes not being shocked before mumbling something under my breath. Jill of course caught me since she spoke saying "what was that" I shook my head as she added "Y/n what was that you said" I looked at the clock above the radio before saying "I uh I have to go or I'll be late and I have a biology test" she huffed before I got out of the car.

I walked into the school and quickly speed to my locker before bumping into someone and knocking whatever was in their hands , I spoke saying "I'm sorry I wasn't looking-" I cut myself off once I saw who exactly I ran into. Steve Harrington , most girls would've have just loved this and would've jumped up and down and squealed like a pig in mud but I was not like most girls. I hated Steve Harrington , a long time ago before my brain fully developed  I had a major crush on him up until I went to a party and woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and a passed out Steve next to me. I quickly dropped his books I was handing back to him before walking to my locker , after grabbing what I needed I finally made it to my first class. I walked in to Mr. Andrews History class to be greeted by the sight of my brother Matthew or Matt and his girlfriend of almost five years seated on his lap. I knew he and Colleen were affectionate (I sadly had walked in on that a couple times) but this was almost embarrassing , I shrugged that off and took my seat before Mr. Andrews walked in saying "Ms. Thomas could you find a seat other then on Mr. Paterson" everyone in the class chuckled except me since I didn't think that was funny before he started the lesson.

My lunch tray had just been filled with what appeared to be mixed vegetables , mash potato's and what they were trying to pass as meatloaf when I walked over and took a seat with my friends as well as bandmates. Yes you heard me I'm in a band , I play drums and sometimes sing backup it was what was getting me through high school and losing my mom and the only thing that was really helping besides art. I took the seat across from our guitarist Ross who was your typical bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks he was seated next to Francine or Franny who  was our lead singer and Ross's on again off again girlfriend. Oh and of course next to me was our keyboard player Brenda Sinclair who also wrote songs from time to time but never let any of us see or hear them since she was so shy. Ross spoke saying "Fran I'm not telling you again I'm not wearing a costume to Tina's party I'll look like an ass" she frowned saying "come on Ross it's Halloween and besides Nancy Wheller in my biology was talking and her and her boyfriend are dressing up , please Ross". He shook his head saying "no way and besides who cares I mean isn't she with the freaks sister" Brenda spoke saying "knock it off Ross he isn't a freak and besides she's with Steve Harrington" I gaged at the mention n of her name before Franny turned to me and spoke saying. "are you going Y/n" I shrugged as she added "you all are so lame come on Halloween of are senior year lets do something fun". Ross spoke again saying "we can do what we did last year" Franny rolled her eyes saying "if you mean getting drunk and going cow tipping then you can go alone" he nodded saying "sounds like fun Brenda you gonna join me" she shook her head saying. "Can't have to stay and watch my sister and wait up for my brother" Ross sighed before saying "Y/n my favorite drummer in the whole wide world" I shook my head as he scoffed saying "you know what you all suck" he got no response before a voice spoke up "Y/n" I looked up to see my brother's girlfriend Colleen standing there . She then added "can we sit with you guys or-" she was cut off by Ross saying "sorry no ex cheerleader allowed" that was low , even for Ross she then nodded before walking away from the table "what in the hell is wrong with you" Brenda said before Ross chuckled and looked at me saying. "What is wrong with you Colleen Thomas seriously you think little miss prim and proper thinks she can belong with us cause she's screwing your brother" I rolled my eyes before Brenda said. "You just think your so great don't you" he nodded saying "I'm the greatest thing that's happened besides that chick kicking Harrington's ass a couple years back" Brenda scoffed before he added "what you don't agree". I huffed saying "first jackass she broke his nose and second that was really shitty what you did to Colleen". Ross responded saying "oh whatever are you gonna do that Paterson thing and storm off or-" Ross was cut off by another voice "hey guys so what's going on" I looked up to see Jeffrey he took the seat next to Brenda before saying "so I got us a gig" we all nodded before he said "so Tina's idiot brother spilt a beer on the speakers so she's looking for a band and I may or may not have told her that the Pinheads are available that night and we have a gig she's paying us two hundred dollars so between the five of us that's forty each". We nodded again before he added "oh and we have to wear costumes" Ross of course rolled his eyes before Nathan continued to tell us about our upcoming gig.

I grabbed the final books I needed before walking out into the parking lot to see Jill's car , I got into the passenger seat before she spoke saying, "I need you to sit in the back" I rolled my yes saying "why" Jill responded saying "Peter fussed the whole time and I don't feel like running my errands with a fussy baby now get in the back". I rolled my eyes before picking up my backpack and sitting in the back seat , I hadn't sat in the back seat since I was ten and now I had to sit because of Peter. I loved Peter don't get me wrong but after the day I had I didn't want to sit in the back seat , I buckled my seatbelt before looking over to see Peter was fast asleep. Jill chuckled to herself before pulling out of the school , on the drive to who knows were I pulled out my Walkman before sliding a tape into it.

When we got to the register at the grocery store and the cashier began to scan the groceries Peter dropped his pacifier and began to fuss , thankfully I caught it before it could hit the germ infested ground and gave it back to him before he calmed himself down. The cashier spoke saying "adorable baby" Jill nodded since anytime someone had something nice to say about peter she agreed but when it came to Matt and I she completely disagreed and had something bad to say. The cashier spoke to Jill again saying "oh so are you grandma" Jill's face dropped before she spoke saying "I beg your pardon" the cashier then added "oh I just saw a young girl with a baby so I assumed-" Jill interrupted the women saying "no we aren't that charity case family trust me , we sadly live across from them , what a tragedy" I shook my head saying "mom really that's Matt's friend-" she cut me off saying "oh please you mean his side peice". I sighed before saying "mom can we just go your being really embarrassing" she shook her head before looking at the cashier saying "sorry about her it's probably her time of the month" my jaw feel before Jill paid for the groceries and we left.

We were sitting at the dinning room table my dad spoke saying "how was practice Mathew" he nodded saying "good we got a game Saturday" dad nodded before saying "how about you Y/n make anyone cry" I rolled my eyes before saying "fine". He nodded again before adding "how are your grades" I responded saying "their good dad" he sighed saying "good grades don't get you in to college great grades get you in , Matt's lucky cause he'll get an athletic scholarship but you need to focus on those grades do you understand". I nodded before Jill spoke saying "well you'll never guess what I heard today" Dad nodded to seem interested in whatever she was saying she then spoke again saying "I heard that the Buckley's are getting a divorce". Dad gasped saying "no kidding" I sighed before she added " I bet she's leaving him , I know I would" I shook my head before she spoke again saying "I'm sorry do you have a problem with that Y/n" I shook my head before saying. "Yeah I got a problem that's none of your damn business" she scoffed saying "young lady you won't talk to me like that , I am your mother". I shook my head saying "no you aren't my mother is Emily Paterson and your will never come close to her" I yelled , I had never yelled at Jill. Sure I've dreamed of it but I never really did it and it appeared Peter didn't like my yelling cause he began to fuss , Jill stood up and picked him up before walking out of the dinning room before my father spoke saying "Mathew get a head start on that homework , Y/n young lady you'll do these dishes" I sighed before beginning to take the dishes off the table.

I had just finished the dishes when I saw Jill standing in the doorway of the living room , she spoke saying. "Y/n your father want to talk to you" I nodded before following Jill in the family , Jill took a seat on the couch next to my father , he looked angry almost disappointed. I took a seat in the chair across before seeing there was an object on the table , it was a red flask. Dad finally spoke saying "Y/n is there something you'd like to tell me , maybe about were this came from". He then gestured to the flask , I shook my head before Jill spoke saying "Y/n honey I found this in your laundry hamper honey you can tell us , did somebody sleep over last night" I shook my head before she added "Y/n Matthew already told us he bumped into somebody coming downstairs , you don't need to be embarrassed okay your at an age where your going to start being interested in those things but you need to be carful". What in the actual hell was she talking about , I didn't have anyone over last night , dad spoke up saying "tell her what else you found Jill" Jill frowned before putting another object on the coffee table , I knew by the foiled wrapper exactly what it was. dad frowned before saying "your grounded for a month , I won't tolerate this in my house and your will start helping your mother with Peter" I sighed before saying "dad I-" he cut me off saying "your too young to drink and your too young to be doing any of that , doesn't that girl down the street scare you she's got a baby there is no way she'll have a future and I don't want that to be you". I scoffed saying "Matt has Colleen over all the time" dad shook his head saying "well that's different , now I want you to apologize to your mother and go upstairs do you understand" I huffed saying "no I'm not apologizing to her , she went through my stuff and she treats me like I'm a maid or her nanny I'm not doing it" I went upstairs before hearing my dad call for me a couple of times , I continued to walk upstairs and ignore his calls before beginning to knock on Matt's door. A moment later the door opened and before he could say anything I spoke saying "what the hell is wrong with you , you told dad so guy came out of my room this morning seriously" Matt shook his head saying "no I didn't okay dad asked me if I've ever seen some guy leaving here and I was honest and I told him the truth" I rolled my eyes saying "did you tell him it happened two years ago when he and Jill were on their honeymoon". Matt sighed saying "no I didn't actually cause he didn't ask" I rolled my eyes saying "well now I'm grounded for a month" he responded saying "well that's what happens when you sleep around I guess-" he cut himself off by saying "Y/n I didn't mean that I " I walked away before entering my bedroom and shutting the door.

I was seated on my bed looking through the box I kept under my bed , it was filled with pictures of my mom , Matt and I , some of just her and few other things one of them being a locket I had remembered her wearing when I was kid. For some reason something came over me and I felt the need to try it on , to wear it and maybe just maybe wearing it would make me feel something , realize something. I pushed my hair aside before putting the necklace around my neck and fixed the clasp on it before putting my hair back and began to feel like it was that cold winter night when I was six years old again. It felt like my mom was their , watching over me but if she was then why was she then why would she let this happen , I felt like cinderella but at the end of her story she got a prince and their no way that'll happen any time soon right ?

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Being a Good Friend

Part 5a

Summary: Flirtations over drinks..

Warning: Drinking, language

As you walked in, you were simply taken with bar’s warm atmosphere. The two of you found a cozy corner.

“I’ve never been here.” You looked around.

Shivering, Alex smirked as he shed his puffy winter coat.

“I picked a new place?” He rose his eyebrows smiling. “I like the sound of that.”

He came over took your dainty, much smaller hands into his, “Blocks of ice.” He shook his head as he gave you a sympathetic look. He rubbed your hands. “Would you like to order our drinks, while I use the men’s room?”

“Sure.” He squeezed, your hands.

Smiling, you grabbed the drinks and went back to the cozy corner. You were happy that Alex was already back.

He took the glass from you. “Thank you.” He smiled at you over the glass before taking a sip.

Coming around the wooden table you sat down near him. You squeaked as his arm wrapped around your waist, he pulled to his side so there was no space between you. “I’m not letting you get from me the rest of the night.”

“I like the sound of that.”

He held up his whiskey, “To our liaison and fuck off to the others.” You clinked your glass with his and smiled. “To our sordid sexual liaison.” Remembering, his words and smiling, you both took a sip from your drinks. Under the table, he rested his hand on your thigh.

“Had I told you, I love how you look tonight.”

You flushed. “Was hoping to look cute for you.”

He squeezed your thigh. “You do.” He smirked. “So tell me,” His fingers drummed on your thigh. “Let’s get to know each other some more, yeah?”

“Alright, though I am finding it a little hard to focus.” You took a sip of your drink.

“Oh? Are you?” He squeezed your thigh.

“Yes, a bit.” His blue eyes eyes were alit with mischief. “Maybe you shouldn’t have a third.”

“You know why.” You said a little breathlessly meeting his eyes.

He squeezed harder. “Well, I do enjoy touching you. You will have to get used to it.”

“I suppose I will.”

“Alright so question number one.” He drummed his fingers again on your thigh as he pressed his lips together. “Ah yes ok, how many boyfriends have you had?”

“Three. How many girlfriends?” You easily replied back and took a sip.

Sighing, he grimaced. “I am a bit of a dog.” He looked away, then back at you. “I’ve had six.” He took a sip of his drink.

“Alex?”

“Yeah?”

You moved, close enough to place some soft kisses on his throat, he sighed. “Y/N.” He breathed. His aftershave tickled your nose and as you felt his hand on your thigh, a boldness came over you. “You so incredibly attractive if I’m going to be honest.” You placed a few more kisses on his throat. “And if you were a dog as you say,” You whispered. “You would have let me remained passed out on the sofa.”

You pulled back smiling at him, took a healthy sip of your drink.

“I couldn’t let that happen.” He shrugged. “I guess you’re right.” He leaned in close, a mischievous smile spread across his face, your heart thudded harder in your chest. “I just learned something without even having to ask.”

You leaned in like he did. “And what is that?”

“You can be a bit of a tease and well,” he smirked. “And I like how your lips feel on me.”

“Oh!” Your lips made a an O and you felt heat fill your cheers. You gasped as he kissed you but it was over almost as soon as it begun. Your heart felt like it was going to burst. “When did I tease you?”

He swished the golden liquid in his glass before drinking it. “When?” At the moment, you were all a happy jumble, not being to recall anything that in particular.

“I naked above you in bed, you friend was standing in your door way and you kissed my chest.”

Butterflies flapped their way through you. He certainly, knew how to make you wet by simply talking. He was driving you crazy. “Well, your chest was there and well...” your words disappeared as his hand drifted higher up your thigh. Though a whimper came from you that you couldn’t stifle.

“How much do you enjoy my hands on you?”

“I like it very much. Just so you know, I think you are quiet a tease as well.” You finally were able to speak. And you finished your drink.

He licked his bottom lip and smirked. “I can’t stop myself around you.”

“Would you like another whiskey?”

“Yes, thank you.” He squeezed your thigh. “Don’t take too long.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek before you slid away.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from his hand on your thigh. “I’ll think of another question by the time you come back.” He winked at you.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

As you leaned against the bar while waiting for the bartender, your heart calmed a little. You watched as he took out a cigarette and lit it. How could he make a habit like that, look attractive you mused.

You ordered another round happily. A familiar voice, came from behind you, it made your stomach lurch.

“Y/N, I was wondering if that was you.”

You closed and opened your eyes, standing up you sighed annoyed. It was your ex-boyfriend who was convinced that one day you would come back to him.

“Hello, Jeffrey.”

He closed the short distant between the two of you. You stepped back. He moved with you. His sour smell continued to make your stomach lurch. He followed you. You looked over your shoulder at Alex.

His eyes, slid up and down you. You shivered.

“So, who’s that guy?”

“None of your business.”

“Come on. Are you on a date?”

“I am.”

He rose an eyebrow. “You know,” he stood practically against you. “I still think you should give me another chance.”

He pushed at him. “Jeffrey, please.”

He grabbed, your hand. “Is he making you bold? Is that why you pushed me? Come on, leave him. He looks..” he glanced back at Alex.

You tried to catch his eye.

“He looks boring.”

“He’s funny and exciting.”

“Tell yourself that. You just miss me.”

You shook your head. The bartender finally came back and you paid him. Grabbing, your drinks you side stepped Jeffrey.

Alex, exhaled and finished the last of his cigarette. You smiled at him but it dropped when you felt Jeffrey put his arm around your shoulders. Confusion, you saw wrinkle Alex’s brow.

“Help.” You mouthed at him. He stood up and met you halfway.

An edge, came over his face. “Remove your arm from my girl.” He took the drinks from you and put them on the table.

Jeff let out a wet chuckle, he squeezed your shoulder. “I mean no harm, Y/N and I go away back. You managed to disentangle yourself from Jeff.

“Baby,” Alex, looked at you and then at Jeffrey. “Who is this?”

“The man who made all her who she is today.” Jeff, stepped closer to Alex. You rolled your eyes.

“Jeffrey, stop.” Rolling your shoulders, you managed to shrug off his arm. “Alex this is my ex.” Your voice flat.

“Great! Well, you can go on now. I’d like to enjoy the rest of night with Y/N.” He smiled brightly.

Jeff grabbed and straddled a chair from the table you two sat at. “So, who are you?”

“Look, we didn’t invite you. Y/N obviously doesn’t want you here and I don’t, please leave.”

He stood up. “I’m being friendly. And you should know who she will be crawling back to.” His smug look made you ill.

“Oh?” Alex, puffed up and smirked while wrapping an arm around you. “I don’t see that happening, I’ll be keeping her quite busy. We barely, made it here.” His possessive words, you had to admit turned you on.

“Y/N..” You looked and relief filled you. Jeffrey maybe an asshole but his brother was a decent fellow. “What are you doing here?” He had a genuinely warm smile.

“Brian, I’m on a date and Jeffrey is not leaving me alone.”

He looked at his brother and tugged at him. “Comon’ Jeff, leave her be we have to get going.”

He shrugged.

“Jeff, come on. Allison and Bria are waiting for us.” Brian, pulled on his brother his time.

“Fine. I’ll go. Here’s a tip,” He leaned in close to Alex. “She’s a hard-on killer.” He spat out, before turning to leave.

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you Brian.” Annoyed, you finally sat back down and drank half of your drink. Though you were relieved as you watched the two men walked out.

Alex, you noticed had walked up to the bar and was returning with shots. You rose an eyebrow. He slid one in front you. “What did you get us?” Coming around he sat beside you.

He smiled. “Don’t worry about it, trust me. He held up his own shot glass. “Fuck exes.” He clinked his shot glass against yours.

“I’ll drink to that.” You clinked his. Your eyes met and you kicked back the amber liquid. “Oh...oh...” You coughed but then sighed as the rough liquid became very smooth and pleasant. “That is a nice scotch.”

He smiled, then leaned in close. “Y/N,” He placed a kiss, near the edge of jaw near your ear. “For the record, baby ever since we met I’ve been struggling with how hard you make me.” He snickered darkly.

“Oh really?” You tried to give him an innocent look. The liquor was beginning to wash over you in a warm haze.

“Yes.” His hand made his way back to your thigh.

“Maybe we should get out of here then.” Being out had run its course, his words and his touches made you want more.

“I’d like that.” He smiled at you over his glass and then finished his whiskey.

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