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out of your league - paul x reader

AN: glad you guys enjoy are enjoying parts of this story. hugs and kisses xoxo💜 <<prev

Your body sways a bit over as you were nudged. You balance your body back.

“Are you good? You’re so quiet.”

You look up at Jacob’s face. You nod.

You continue to look at the road to Bella’s home.

She comes out of the home with a big smile. He picks her up as he says to her, “Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey, Y/N.” she says to you after her face leaves his.

You snap out of it and display a slow smile, “Hey.”

She eyes you carefully and you let her sit in the passenger seat.

They chatter as you look out of the window. You eventually stick your headphones in. The moving car made your stomach uneasy. You’re confused, you’ve never had issues with being car sick.

The smell of popcorn was usually your favorite thing about the movie theater, but you stay in the bathroom until the movie starts.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Bella’s voice rings out.

“Yeah.” you say in a small voice.

You stared blankly at the light spotting in your underwear before cleaning yourself up.

You couldn’t focus on the movie. The loud booms of the movie made you get a headache.

It felt like you were ovulating a bit, the cramps in your pelvis weren’t painful, but they were bothering you. It made you uncomfortable.

You slowly crawl on the bed when you got home. Face down in the pillows.

Feeling a tug at your clothes, you were too tired to speak.

“You’re scaring me, Y/N.” he whispered.

“Sorry..”

A deep chuckle came from him as your eyes were now closed.

“I didn’t even tell you why.”

“What’s wrong?” you whisper.

“You smell..Different.”

“Hm…” you say. If you were more awake, you would’ve questioned it. You were sucked into the sweet world of slumber.

You woke up late afternoon, your bladder was so full, it almost hurt.

You check your underwear and you were confused on why there was no period blood. You sigh as you walked back to your empty room, Emily calls.

Deep in thought, you drive slowly. You felt nauseous as you sat in front of her home. You didn’t throw up.

“This is my niece. Claire.” Emily says with a smile. The girl was shy as she hid behind Emily.

“Aw.” came from both Angela and Bella.

“Say hi, Claire.”

“Hi.” she meekly says and you grin a bit.

“She’s acting shy but she’s a bundle of energy, really.” Emily says to you both with a light chuckle.

Emily kneels and says, “Do you want to color?”

Claire nods.

Emily leads her to the table and gets her crayon box that has markers in it.

“I’m glad the boys aren’t here. They would scared her.” Angela says and you all chuckle as you know it would’ve been true.

“Okay. Shall we talk about the wedding?” Emily asks and you all join Claire at the table. You sit next to her.

You eye her sheet of paper as she draws stick figures. You didn’t know why, but it made you a bit emotional. Innocence was flashing in your face. You felt your heart melt as you realized that you were her age when you fell in love with art and colors.

“I’m thinking of just having it in the backyard.” Emily says and the girls hum in agreement.

You were the only reason who knew why she was rushing. She was pregnant. She wanted the wedding to happen as quick as possible before she started showing.

“Should I make the boys wear shirts?” she then asks.

“No. Just let them wear bow ties while shirtless.” Angela says with her elbows folded on the table and Bella laughs at this.

“No. No. It should be nice. They should wear something. Not a full on tux but a button up with be nice.” Bella says.

You noticed that Claire pushed a crayon to you when she looked up and found you watching her.

You hesitantly take it. You hold it in your fingers as you look at it in your lap.

“What’s your name?” she asks innocently.

You look up and she’s waiting for your answer.

“Y/N.”

“Can you draw clouds?”

You nod.

She smiles and pushed the paper to you, “Draw it.” she says excitedly.

You take the paper and idly make simple but neat clouds as Emily then goes into what color scheme it should be. Claire watched you closely as she leaned close to your hand and the paper.

“Can I color them in?” she asks when you were finished. You smile, “Yeah.”

She colors them in and asks, “Can you make…..Grass?”

“Yes.”

“Can you make….The sun?”

“Yes.” you say while chuckling.

“Can you make….People?”

“Yes.”

“Draw a person!” she says.

“Claire, leave Y/N be.” Emily says.

You chuckle a bit, “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” you tell Emily softly.

That’s when the boys trickled in. Paul’s hand came in front of your chin while you were sitting at the table, tilting your head back and bent down to give you a kiss and he sits next to you.

“Where’s Leah?” you ask Seth.

“She’s eating dinner with mom and dad.”

You nod.

Food was being passed around the table. A large hand swiped the dinner roll that you spread a perfect amount of butter on.

Your jaw is dropped as you look at Quil eating it. His smirk faded as soon as he saw your face.

“Dude, you’re really crying?”

He looks at you with an inquisitive look.

You blink and scoot your chair back.

“Where are you going?” he asks as he felt bad and put another roll on your plate.

“Bathroom.” you rush out to say.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you hear Paul hiss at him.

You heard an anxious but faint, “I was just joking around-”

You shut the door before you could hear any more.

You look in the mirror and wipe away the small streak of tears with some toilet paper.

You rest your hands on the sink as you sniff quietly.

“It’s just food.” you thought in your head as you shake your head.

Coming back out, you continue eating. You then help yourself to another plate. This time, you weren’t high. You didn’t have the munchies. You were just really hungry.

Paul takes you and his empty plate to the sink.

On the couch, Emily tried to talk back up the wedding plans.

“Come on, let’s talk some more at the table.” Emily says.

Kim, Angela, and Bella gets up but Emily looks to you.

“Y/N, are you coming?”

You stop looking at Claire who’s sitting on the floor on her stomach as she’s kicking her feet back and forth as she colors and hums.

“Um…I’ll be in..Just a minute..Is that okay?” you quietly ask. You were very clingy to Paul and he didn’t care at all. You anxiously rubbed your hand up and down his arm that you were intertwined with. It felt like you haven’t seen him in a long time.

“Y-yeah.” she says and they retreat.

You end up falling asleep with your cheek on his chest. You felt yourself moving and you blink awake as you felt the wave of Paul walking.

You felt the outside air as the door shut.

You rub your eyes as you sat in the passenger seat as Paul opened the car door on his side.

“I shouldn’t have fell asleep. Emily wanted me to help her.” you say in a husky voice from waking up.

“It’s alright. Claire kept bugging her, she couldn’t get a word in even if she wanted to.” Paul explained.

You softly chuckle.

Seeing Paul bent in the fridge, you shake your head as you lean against the counter.

“You’re hungry still?”

His plates at Emily’s were piled.

He munches on something, “I’m a wolf. Of course I’m hungry.”

He puts it close to your mouth as you take a bite as you look at him.

You move around him and enter the bedroom to put something on to get ready for bed.

You lay on your side and you felt the bed dip beside you. A set of warm lips touch your ear before it speaks, “I know you’re awake.”

Silence is what you still choose. You blink.

You’re on your back looking at him as he then hovers over you but you push him. He freezes.

“I-…..I’m still tired.” you stammer out in a whisper. You felt exhausted but you were scared. You wanted to lay and think.

He looks at you and you hated when he did that at times. It was like he could see right through you. He doesn’t say anything before he's out of the bed.

You hear the bathroom door shut and you put the covers to your eyes as you sighed.

Just a couple more days. Then you would know.

You wake up early and look over. Paul is facing you with his mouth slightly cracked open as you hear him quietly sleep.

You rise up and immediately you’re dizzy as you sit back down with a quiet groan. You stare at the floor as you sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for it to pass. Rising back up, you cook something simple but the coffee you took a sip out of, made you grimace. You raise it to your nose and smelled it.

It smelled strongly like coffee. You look at the cup to see if it was washed out correctly. It was. It was you who washed it after all.

You take another sip to be sure and you spit it out in the sink as your taste buds didn’t agree to it.

You dump the drink out.

Paul was dead asleep.

You shake his arm.

“Hm.” he says with his eyes still closed.

“Come on. I made us something to eat.”

He shoveled food into his mouth as he rubbed his eyes.

“I’m so fucking tired.”

You blink as you realized that you were too.

“Me too.” you whisper.

“Why aren’t you eating? I thought you liked eggs.”

You look down. The bites that you did take were so small that it looked like you didn’t even touch it.

“I do..” you trail off. He eyed you carefully.

“Do you want them?” you then ask as you push your plate towards him.

“Then what are you going to eat?” he questioned.

“The coffee I drunk while cooking must’ve curbed my appetite…Plus the taste.. I think it went bad.” you say with a grimace as you scooped it onto his plate.

“You just bought it last week. It didn’t go bad.” he says. You don’t say anything as you rise to set the dish into the sink.

You walk slowly into the room where Paul watched you. It was as if he was watching to see if something would happen. Something did happen.

Your mouth filled with drool as you move hastily to the bathroom. You almost didn’t make it to the toilet before your stomach is being pushed in and you puke up everything that you had put in your mouth.

You cough as you then spit into the toilet bowl. You wince because you felt your stomach push in again. Nothing else would come up so you were gagging on air.

You felt a wave of heat beside you as you slam the toilet bowl down as you pant.

“You’re sick again?” he asks worriedly as he flushed. He helped you up and you clean your mouth.

“I told you the coffee was bad.” you mutter, “I didn’t want you to see that. Go away.” you say as you leave the sink.

“Kinda hard for me not to see, since we live together.” he says as he follows you back to the kitchen. You look at the box of coffee and read the expiration date.

It was still good.

Your eyes widen and you then blink to sober yourself up.

You don’t say anything as he watched you enter your art room with the door shut.

You lift your laptop up and scroll through your emails.

A submission was sent and you read the description of the piece that they wanted.

“A woman who is inside of a clam but she’s caressing or tending to a newborn baby. Her baby. Her private areas are covered with delicate seashells. Could you please have other small children surrounding such clam?”

You slam your laptop down.

“Of course.” you whisper with your eyes closed.

You didn’t know what you would do if you were-

You didn’t even want to say the word. You look around your room. Things would change. A lot. You didn’t know if it would be good or bad, but you and Paul as parents was something that you thought would happen way further down the line.

Blinking back tears, you scolded yourself to pull yourself together.

You prep the canvas and sketch the idea with a piece of charcoal.

You sigh as you were finished with your underdrawing, you squeezed paint onto your palate.

Slowly, you dab and start with the shadows. You yawn as you were finished with the shadows. You rise up and take the jar that was for your water and carry it to the kitchen.

“Why are you acting like that?” a deep voice says behind you.

You slowly pour out the discolored water. You blink. You didn’t know that he was still home.

“Like what?”

“Y/N, dont fuck around with me.”

You sigh a bit and turn your head to the side, speaking with no enthusiasm, “I’m not.”

“You are!”

You turn your head back and rinse the jar out. Slowly.

You didn’t expect him to still be staring dead at you when you turned around from the sink.

“Tell me what am I doing.” you say.

He blinked.

“You’re pushing me away and I did nothing to you.”

“I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry.”

He stares at you.

“Did you have patrol today?”

“Tonight. I just have to check the area.” he says.

“Oh.” you say as you look out the window and you grab your jar to set it on your desk but he halts you with a hand on your arm as you walk past him.

You stop but don’t look at him.

“What’s going on?” he asks as he peered down at you.

“I got an emotional…Submission.” you say and he immediately shakes his head.

“Y/N, what is wrong?” he asks but it’s now a demand.

You sighed.

“It’s nothing to be worried about. Okay? I just…I don’t know..I feel weird. Like…Not myself.”

“How?” he asks.

“I feel like I’m going crazy.” you whisper but then continue in a regular voice, “I’m just going to finish this-“

“You look like you’re about to crash.” he says and takes your jar. You follow him to the art room but he’s fast as he closed the door.

“I’m tired too. Let’s just get some sleep.” he says.

“See…I don’t get it. I got enough rest but I’m still feeling fatigued.” you say and he carried you into the bedroom, your face is in his chest.

“It happens to all of us.” he says in your ear and you both are under the covers, mushed against each other.

You yawn and close your eyes. You feel him shift. You open your eyes.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“I’m getting comfortable, you know this. Take your shirt off.”

You sit up and throw the shirt in a chair before laying back down. You hear a tear and realize your underwear was now tore. You didn’t flinch, you just looked up at the ceiling with a tired blink as you only turn your head to him with a serious look.

“Paul..I thought we were sleeping.”

“We are. Just after this.” He covers your mouth once more. It felt like he was tickling your soul. His hands overwhelmed you and felt like you were getting shot by love.

Your chest brushed against his chest with a breathy noise and you reach over to his side of the nightstand.

You felt the head of him brush along your entrance and you stick the packet in his face.

He pretends like he doesn’t see it, as he takes your hand to stroke him. You do for a bit, you felt a surge of lustful energy pulsate through you, but you let go of him. He groaned.

You hold up the packet as you start to open it.

He pauses.

“Are you…Serious?” he asks in genuine surprise.

“I…I don’t want any mistakes…I can’t do it.” you whisper.

He sits up.

“We don’t have to fuck.” he says as he was focused on just having you ride against his erection. You slide off of him. He hovered you and gave you his soft touches to open your legs but you clenched them.

“Y/N.” he whispered to you as he smoothed his hands down your thighs to relax them. It worked but you fought hard to focus.

“I…You’re gonna want to, after you…” you whisper as you gestured to him getting ready to lick and taste the ache away. The excitement for you, lurched, but the smell of consequence was all that you could focus on. You actually could actually smell the cloud of sex strongly, it scared you.

“I’ll just use my fingers…How about that?” he says oh so seductively and leans forward. You scoot back with reflex that you didn’t know you possessed. He looks concerned now. You never acted like this.

He sighed through his nose softly as he takes a look at you. You don’t look at him.

“What did I do?…Huh? I just want to touch you, Y/N.”

“Nothing. I told you already..I don’t feel like myself.” you say with reassurance as your eyes became wet and you’re frustrated that he wouldn’t move out of the way. You’re just stuck there as he looked at you. Naked. Vulnerable.

“Why won’t you just talk to me?”

“We weren’t doing much talking.” you say with quiet frustration as you look up at the ceiling. He’s now caressing your arm as he stared down at you.

“I just want to make you feel better…It’s more than what you’re telling me. I’m trying to be patient and let you come to me but it’s clearly not what’s going to happen.”

“Let’s just go to sleep.” you say.

“And then what? We wake up and we’re right back to where we left off.”

“Just get off of me.” you whisper in quiet frustration.

He looked upset. Like as if he was mad that his feelings were hurt. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as soon as you saw how rock hard he was.

“l’ll be in the bathroom.” he mutters and shuts the bedroom door behind him.

You shut your eyes then. You forced yourself to sleep.

You woke up to it being dark and empty. You smushed your face back into your pillow and silently cried.

You found yourself sleep again. You woke up in the morning, still tired. It was as if you didn’t sleep at all.

You grudgingly get up and you’re bent back over the toilet bowel.

As the toilet flushes, your back is leaned against the wall.

Paul walks right in and squats next to you. Taking a look at you. You eventually turn your head and meet his eyes. He had a quick twinkle in his eye with a soft smile.

“You really do smell different.”

“Just say I stink.” you say as he helped you up and you clean your mouth.

“No..You smell like…A good different..You kind of smell like me...” he says with a hint of happiness as he looked at you through the mirror.

Spitting out the toothpaste, you chuckle, “Okay.”

His rubbed a smooth hand on your back. You slowly walk out the bathroom with him behind you.

“I don’t have to leave today.” he says. You felt a soar of happiness.

“You don’t?”

He shakes his head.

“I don’t..Have any plans either.” you say quietly.

He raked his eyes on you and you turn away from him.

“I will be working on the piece if you need me.” you say as you open the door to your sanctuary.

“You trying to get away from me or something?”

You freeze as your hand was still on the door handle.

“No. Why would you say something like that?” you ask.

He doesn’t say anything and you turn to look at him.

“Okay. Do you want to do something together?”

“Let’s eat.” he says with suggestion. You then nod. You felt like you were starving.

You sit at the table as he moved about on the stove. You covered your nose at times while trying to keep your cool because the smell almost made you gag. He ate as if it was his first time ever eating. You ate slowly even though you were very hungry. You were afraid of throwing everything back up.

“You don’t like it?”

“I do. I just don’t want to throw up.” you say as you hold your breath to swallow the food.

“Do you want me to take you to a doctor?” he asks as his back hand is on your forehead. You shake your head eagerly.

He doesn’t look convinced.

After you help him clean up, he gives you a look. A look that made you ridiculously shy. He noticed as he chuckled deeply but quietly. The sound brought on butterflies that soared in your stomach.

Hot pair of hands were firm on your waist and you jolt a bit from his lips kissing the weak spot on your neck. Your arm are around his neck.

His hand immediately goes into your underwear and he moaned in your mouth. It made your ache grow viciously. You don’t think you’ve ever been this horny before. The ache between your legs was so prominent, it almost hurt. You actually grinned at him for making you feel this way right in that moment.

Underwear down your ankle and with hands plastered on the table, he’s leaned over you, behind you as he feels on you with his middle finger while kissing both your ear and neck.

You grip the table as he moved his talented hips. You shudder as you tried to catch your breath. Your legs were shaky and you felt like you were going to fall. You didn’t know which one it was. The breathy words, the touches, the open mouth kisses on your ear, you just didn’t know.

You then find yourself moving backwards as he sits in a chair. You moan at the sky with your eyes squeezed shut with as he leans your back against his chest with his possessive hands. Up and down, your body greedily takes all of him. You both move your hips as you both now groaned and moaned in sync.

He nipped your neck. He cupped and caressed your puffy chest with his large and strong hands. He traveled his hands down to keep your legs open. Your brain was melting as he was now stimulating the nub that was swollen without shame. Pure erotic. You came as you clenched your legs.

He turned you around and you both kiss sloppily as you grip the back of his chair as your hips were now bucking forward. His hands were gripping and caressed up and down your sides as he helps you sink back down on him.

He grunted and you grunted. Hips were meeting each other like a choreographed dance. You gasp as he gripped your bottom after bringing your legs up against his chest. You whine like never before at such new position as he holds onto you while thrusting, not letting fall.

You both rode out your high together. You both still sit there, still connected as you catch your breath. He sits you up straight as keeps your chest against his as you moan at the change of position as you realize he’s still connected in you.

He snaked his hand on the nape of your neck.

“Feel better now?” he says in your ear.

“I believe so…” you whisper you say as you accept the slow tongue filled kiss he then decide to give you.

You rise up a bit and a small gush of semen spills from you. You freeze and look at him. He looked at you with a heated look. He wanted to go again, even moving his hips upwards. You gasp as you clutch to his shoulders as it felt like a whole new level.

The touches were intense as everything that was taboo was out of the window. It was so easy for him to slide in and out which made the rhythm so smoother as you both roll hips to each other. He brings you to his chest, hands firm on your back as you both move together.

It was slow. It drove you crazy. You whined for him. He responded with rich caresses on your skin.

The moans you two made had a magical touch that you couldn’t even describe. You’ll never get it out of your head. Same with the wet noises, the squelchy noises of lovemaking.

The climax scared you. You don’t think you’ve came that hard. Neither did Paul.

Wobbly legs and all, you scramble away from him. You look for your underwear but he has them in his hand. You snatch it from his hands. You enter the bathroom and your lip wobbled. The bathroom door opens back up.

“What?” he asks calmly.

“W-W-Why didn’t you wear a condom?” you say emotionally.

“We never have.” he says.

“Still!” you say as you freak out and sniffle.

“Y/N, calm down-“

“No!…No!” you say and shove him but he doesn’t budge but he looks at you curiously. He was calm. Too calm.

You shake your head. Turning on the shower, you glare at the shower.

“Paul, I need time to myself.” you say emotionally.

“That’s all that you have done.” he says quietly but humorously and you didn’t like how your body responded to him pulling you to him. You were weak as he kissed your throat as your head dropped back. The ache was starting to come back. It was like you were possessed with his love.

He looks at you as you hear him softly inhale. He hummed a bit. He inhaled again as he held the nape of your neck possessively. It was quiet for a moment before he dropped the big question that tickled in your ear. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“You pregnant?” he whispered as if it was a juicy secret.

You freeze and blink slowly. One look at his excited eyes. Tears fell without your permission. He cupped your cheeks. He was clearly happy. He didn’t understand why you wouldn’t be too.

“What’s wrong?” he cooed.

You try to move your face but he wouldn’t let you so you give up. You breathe heavily. He shuts the water off.

“It’s all starting to make sense.” he says with a grin as he sits on the toilet lid.

“W-what is?” you whisper through tears.

He brings you in front of him as he kisses and caress your stomach. You closed your eyes as more tears fell.

“The sickness, you being so emotional and anxious…I knew it was something…Us sleeping a lot, us eating a lot, your smell, god your smell, your dream..” he whispered to your stomach, trying to cheer you up.

He looked up and didn’t like how you didn’t meet his gaze.

He spoke in the most sickeningly sweet voice, “Baby, look at me.”

You blink your eyes open.

“Do..You not want this.?” he whispered.

“I smoked hella weed!” you say with shame as you remember your detours with Leah. He chuckled.

“You didn’t know. It’s okay.”

“And we don’t know now.” you say robotically.

“You are.” he says confidently with a smile.

“We don’t know that.” you say in total denial.

“You are. I can smell it. You smell…Like me.” he says with him slowly touching your body and pulling you to him. You shove his hands away. You didn’t see his face fall as you turn around and face the shower. He stared at the floor in front of him.

“You don’t want this.” he stated. You stare sadly at the tile wall.

“I…Don’t.” you admit very quietly. It felt like his heart was stomped on. It didn’t make sense to him. You were rejecting a piece of him. He wanted to cry with anger right then and there but instead he cleared his throat.

“So, what are you going to do?” he asks in a harsh voice as he’s looking at you. Deep with betrayal.

“I’m going to talk to Sue tomorrow.” you whisper.

“You’re fucked up.” he says harshly and close to your face which makes you blink and he walks out, slamming the door behind him. You blink at the door.

When you came out of the shower, he wasn’t home.

You sat on the edge of the bed as you clenched your fists. There was just no way you two could raise a child. Especially not now.

Plus, you wanted to think about a kid once you two were married at least. Things weren’t going to plan.

A knock startled you. In your robe, too lazy to get fully dressed, you answer the door.

“Oh, hey. How are you?” you say politely. You moved out of the way for Paul’s dad, Terrance.

“I’m good, Y/N. Yourself?” he answered.

“I’ve seen better days but I’m not complaining.”

You gesture towards the couch for him to have a seat.

“Paul isn’t home by the way. Are you..Thirsty?”

“No. I’m good. I um…I came to talk to you..” he says and you have a feeling of what.

“To…Me?” you still ask in surprise.

“Yeah….Um…Paul came over and…He told me what happened but I’m not getting into what you two got going on so….”

“Of course he did.” you whispered as you look to the floor.

“Look, I’m not here to drill you or anything. You can just go talk to him. You can get whatever off of your chest. He’s at the house right now and I told him to cool off. If what he’s saying is true, then I don’t mind giving a word of advice or something. I can give you two that.”

You swallow while you still don’t meet his gaze.

“I don’t feel confident. I don’t feel confident that…Us being parents is a good idea…I feel like we have a lot of growing to do before we jump in that boat.”

“But you’re confident in marriage ..?”

“It would be just us….This is different. Another being will now be involved….Whats going to happen when we clash? What’s going to happen when I have to leave town? What’s going to happen when I have to meet a deadline and I can’t do what I have to do because he’s at patrol….I don’t feel confident.”

“You should tell this to him.”

“….I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I only want him to know.. Just, not now.”

“You should still talk to him…His feelings are hurt either way, Y/N. At least, be real about it.”

You don’t say anything. He stands up.

“Come on over. I’m making dinner.”

“Okay.” you say quietly.

After saying your goodbyes to him, you take off your robe in your room. You just stare into the mirror.

“You would look pretty pregnant.”

Paul’s statement rang in your head. A hand goes to your stomach with a sigh.

You twist open the door to his old bedroom. It was dark. You heard the faint noise of snoring. He was face down in the mattress. You find the lamp and click it on since you knew that the main light would bother his eyes. There was nothing left in his old room except his bed.

You sit down and he immediately opens his eyes. He blinked and rubbed his eyes and shifted on his back.

“How much trouble am I in?” you ask softly. He gives you a disappointed look but it didn’t last long. His eyes softened as they flickered down to your midsection. You wrap your arms around it self cautiously.

He shakes his head a bit as he rolled his eyes a bit. He sits up after he yawned.

“Paul….Im not ready.” you whisper.

“You made that perfectly clear.” he says.

“In a way that…Should’ve been less harsh.” you admit you say with a soft grin that quickly faded at his hardened look at you.

“What is it that you want? You’re so fucking wishy washy. I’m starting to feel like you’re being immature. You’re acting like we’re teenagers still.”

“I just…” you sigh.

“One minute…It’s like you’re down for me…..Then the next, you’re ready to just walk away from it all..I don’t even know with you, Y/N.

“Another human being will be with us. It won’t just be us…What’s going to happen when you’re at patrol and there’s things I need to get done? What if I have to leave town?”’

“It’s not just an human being, Y/N. It’s our kid. Our kid that me and you have made together….Unbelievable….You hang with people each and everyday who would, I’m sure, would hold you down and you don’t even see that you would be okay………………Then, you even have my dad….You’re just making excuses at this point.” he says with a flick of his hand in disapproval.

“Not everyone is ready to have kids yet.”

“Okay.” he says and sits back and doesn’t look at you.

You get up and you groan with a hand on your head as you tried to regain your balance from being dizzy. He immediately guides you to the bathroom and you empty out the vomit in your system. You clean your mouth at the sink.

You sit back on the floor on your butt with your arms resting your knees as you look down sadly. He flushed the toilet and sets the toilet seat down and haves a seat.

“What are you really afraid of?” he whispered to you. He still wanted to understand. He was still determined to get fears out of you. Financials weren’t a problem. Babysitting wouldn’t be an issue.

“When we butt heads…I don’t want our…kid, to be a witness to such thing.”

He blinked at you. You continue.

“If they come…I will love them…I swear I will…I just wanted us to be married, Paul.”

“But we love each other immensely already. Marriage is just a piece of paper. This proves our love.”

“Yeah…I know, but…” you couldn’t think of another reason.

“And we will love them immensely. I love them already.”

A silent tear slides down. He reached over and quickly swiped it with his thumb.

“This is a gift, Y/N.”

It’s just like your dream.

You squeeze your eyes shut as more tears fall. He lets you get it out. Your breaths shuddered as you silently sob. You hiccup as you stand up in a slouch. He stands as well.

“You don’t even want to mark me.” you whisper as you look up to him with wet eyes.

“Is this what this is about?” he whispered as he wiped your tears with his hand.

“You seemed so for it. You didn’t even say anything when I asked you.”

“I can’t just out and do it…I have to do it when my wolf’s ready to do it. I wish you would’ve just told me. Here you were, pushing me away and he wants to spend more time with you. He’s happy you’re ready..The fucker was even excited when you said it.. I guess he knew you were pregnant before you even put two and two together…He wants to wait…After the baby is born.” he calmly explains.

You look down.

“Why didn’t you just say something?” he says.

“It’s hard…Maybe I am immature…This all feels too…Grownup.” you whisper.

“We did a lot of grownup things…A lot.” he whispered and his knee is between you as he quietly chuckled at your jumping heart.

“We’re gonna be alright, Y/N.” he reassured clearly.

“I hope so.”

“I know so.”

You both ate with joined hands at the table. Paul’s father, Terrance, takes his glasses off as he smiled, “I finally get to be a grandfather.”

“Only us in this room know….Okay?” you say softly.

“Why don’t you want to tell anyone?” Paul asks you.

“Because…I don’t want to be bombarded… Just not right now..If we’re going to do this…I want to enjoy it intimately.” you say quietly as you look down at your plate.

“I understand. I get it.” Terrance says with a supportive grin. You thank him with a smile.

You crawl into bed and turn over as soon as you came home. Your eyes are closed and you felt a hand snake over on your lower stomach. You open your eyes.

A pair of lips meet your neck. His fingers felt the warm mush that was between your legs. You move off of your side and onto your back. He was able to open your legs wider as he stared down at you.

With a soft groan, he sucked off the wet fingers before rubbing and circling you again. You grip his arms as you sighed out at the sight of him burning his focused eyes in yours. Your hips buck up as he thrusts his fingers in a rhythm that made unholy sounds.

You pant with an high octave as he filled you up with the heavy and deep pumps. His hands cupped your breasts that were slightly sensitive. You hold onto the headboard as he groans lightly in your ear. Your back was arched against him as he moved his hips to deepen himself in you.

He gripped your facial cheeks with one hand as he turns your head and keeps you in a kiss you with such eroticism.

You shake as he lays you down with him. Your eyes couldn’t stay open. He glided his hand sensually down the side of your body before lining himself up with you. You grip the side of his thigh as you moan out at the rhythm he was now pumping.

You’re shaken awake and you lift up lazily as you felt kisses on your face and you blink your eyes open to find yourself directly on top of him.

You lay back down. You didn’t want to move. You felt so tired and comfortable. He rubbed your back slowly. You almost fell back to sleep until he spoke.

“I have to go to patrol soon.” he says tiredly.

“That sucks.” you whisper.

“I got patrol with Sam. Are you going to hang with Emily?”

“Mm..Sure.” you say as you don’t bother to open your eyes.

Paul dropped you off at Emily’s while Sam goes with him to patrol. Sam looked right at you and Paul with a weird look but he continues to walk. You stop looking at him disappearing into the woods with Paul because you heard your name.

“Y/N!”

You felt small arms wrap around your side and you look down.

You smile as the small child looked up at you with a smile.

“Claire!” you say and bend down to give her a quick hug.

“Can we color again? Pwease?” she begged as she bounced her knees in excitement. You nod and she immediately takes your hand, “Okay, come on.”

She stayed under you. The entire time. You didn’t mind. She liked to ask a lot of questions. You answered patiently.

Many pictures were made.

“She stole you away from me.” Emily says as she tells you that lunch is ready.

“Oh..Sorry. I really came over for you.” you tell her quietly as you help her in the kitchen to make Claire a plate of what she made.

Emily only chuckles, “It’s alright, Y/N.”

As you ate with them, Claire gushed about Emily taking her to the beach, you felt a kiss on your cheek. Paul is sitting next to you so you get up to hand him a plate.

“I got it, Y/N.” Sam says as he grabs both you and Claire’s empty plates.

“Thank you.” you say quietly.

“Come on, Y/N.” Claire says tugging on your hand.

“How did she not run out of crayons?” Emily asks.

You laugh as Claire tugged on your arm. Paul just watched curiously.

He watched as you got down on your knees with Claire in the living room and drew and color with her. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand your insecurities.

Sam watched Paul watch you.

Your eyes drooped as you look at the picture Claire drew.

Her short and stubby finger points to one stick figure to the next. They were holding hands with smiles.

“This is me and this is you!”

“Wow…Very nice!” you coo to her.

“Y/N…”

You look up with a hand covered yawn.

“Yes?”

“Let’s go for a walk.”

“Sam, shes not walking.” Paul says after him before you could have the option to agree or disagree.

“I need to talk to her.”

“About what?…Come on, you ready?” Paul then says to you. You get up with Paul’s hand in yours.

“Why can’t I talk to her?” Sam asks calmly as he stops Paul.

“Because we’re going home.” Paul says with nonchalance and extends his hand that you end up taking. He tugged you towards the front door as he grabbed your keys.

As he drove, you put your head to window as you hold your midsection.

You lift your head as you cover your mouth with your hand.

Paul quickly pulls over.

You get out and throw up on the side of the road. Everything that you ate for dinner was on the pavement.

He rubbed and pat your back as you make sure to keep some of your hair away from such mess.

“Are you alright?” he asks after you start to try to walk back to the car.

“Yeah.” you say in a shaky whisper.

He helps you in the car.

He starts puts it back into Drive and makes the rest of the way home.

You flop on the couch and lay down after using bathroom to throw up again and clean up.

He moved your feet out of the way as he sits down and places both of your legs across his lap.

“Why wouldn’t you let me talk to Sam?” you ask curiously.

“The walk was to question you down…I think he knows…On patrol he slid in a remark of your smell.”

“Oh.”

“You see the way he was looking at you? He kept looking like that at me….Fuck..I forgot he could smell you.”

“So…Maybe I should just hang out here….Stay away from the wolves for a while.” you say.

“Yeah…” he says as he’s rubbing your legs.

You close your eyes but you’re up in his arms.

“Where are we going?”

“To bed. You’re not sleeping on the couch.” he says and he strips you and you’re asleep before you could finish.

Sue smiles as bright as the morning sun as she lets you know that everything is going well.

Paul was spot on.

You were indeed pregnant with his baby.

It was a look you never seen on Paul before. You’ve seen him content but this look, was much more than that. Completeness.

She prescribed prenatal pills and vitamins. She tells you let her know if you feel any pain, discomfort, or have any questions. She scheduled a follow-up appointment for you.

As you both were leaving out of the clinic, Paul asks you if you’re hungry. You nod.

That smile. You just wanted to rip it off of her face.

“Paul! I haven’t seen you in like forever!”

“Yeah…” he trails off as he’s more focused on looking at the menu.

“What are you getting? I got you…” she says as she whispered the last part. She’s displaying a cheesing smile as she bounces a bit in her stance as she looks at him.

Paul orders more food than he originally was planning to and the girl prints out a receipt after bypassing him paying. She grabs a pen. She scribbles.

“Hold that for me?” she tells him as she extends the small white paper to him.

“Keep it.”

Her face fell.

You slowly sip your drink as you sat across from him.

“Come on, eat. I thought you were hungry.” Paul insisted as he’s offering you the first bite.

“I need to use the bathroom.” you whisper. You get up and walk off. You slowly wash your hands and you hear the door open and close.

The same employee goes to the sink and fixes herself up in the mirror. She uses the soap that’s in front of you instead of her own.

“Excuse you.” you say.

“I’ve been excused.” she says with nonchalant intensity.

“Asshole.”

She laughs. You glare at her.

“What a shame..I was gonna be nice..You know, come to you as woman to woman..But you seem to have it all.” she says with a smirk with defensive hands.

Throwing the wet paper towels in the bin, you scoff, “The fuck is your problem?”

“What?…Please, tell me you don’t think this is…End game, do you? Do you not know him?…It’s…Paul.” she says with a laugh as if it was an inside joke. She looked at you as if this is information that you should’ve been able to pick up on.

“We are endgame. I know him well.” you say with a quick smile and raise your hand and before you touch the door to leave, you hear her bitterly laugh. She laughed as if she figured out a mystery that was worth digging. She points a bit at you a bit.

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you? That’s the only way Paul Lahote, on God’s green Earth, is gonna lock down and marry someone. And then.. You can’t even trust that.” she laughs again.

Your heart race but you don’t let her see you sweat. It was too early for you to show anyways.

“Nothing but trust with us. We’ve been together for about two years now.” you say with a nonchalant shrug with a relaxed smile and yank the door open.

Walking back to where Paul was, you flop down with your arms crossed. One look and he knew something was wrong.

“What is it?”

“Are you finished?” you ask as you hold the car keys. He leans back in his chair.

“You didn’t even eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” you say as you pinch the bridge of your nose for a moment.

“Eat, Y/N.”

“Paul-“

“You literally said you were hungry so-“

“Could you just stop?” you demand fiercely in a hushed but cruel tone.

He stared at you. He then leans forward a bit as he slowly pushed the food towards you.

“Just. Eat.” he says carefully.

It seemed as soon as he said it, your stomach roared with hunger. You chew. You didn’t bother to savor the taste in the food.

“Where are you going?” he asks as you walk to your art room when you both arrived home.

“I’m behind.” you say. You stare at the unfinished piece of work that sat on an easel.

He joins you and opens the window. You sit on a stool. He sits in there with you.

“What are you doing?”

“What? I can’t watch you?”

“I never let anyone watch me.” you say as you pour leftover water from a water bottle into your water jar.

“Why not?”

“It throws me off my game…I need peace.” you say with slight frustration as you squeeze paint onto the palette.

“I don’t give you peace?”

You look at the ceiling with your head back for a moment.

“Don’t twist my words. I hate it when you do that.” you say.

“I’m not. I’m trying to understand.”

“Paul. Leave.” you say in frustration. He looks at your unfinished picture.

“Who is that for?”

“Are you trying to fuck with me or something?”

“Y/N, what’s your problem? You went to the bathroom and came out a different person. Are you the correct Y/N?” he speaks out with assuagement.

“You’re being annoying. I just want to work and you’re being distracting. Why can’t you just allow me to do what I need to do?”

“I am…I just want to be around you. Is that so bad? Is it bad that I just want to be around you, Y/N?”

It tugged at your heartstrings. You look down.

“Then shush….If you’re going to stay.” you whisper.

He grinned.

You felt nervous. Every time you peaked over, he was watching.

“I’m not an art critic, Y/N, calm down.” he chuckled quietly.

“This has to be perfect.” You say as you look closely at the layers you were adding.

“It looks perfect to me.”

You shake your head a bit as you couldn’t help but crack a little laugh.

“You think…They will pick up our skills?” you ask curiously as you color in the newborn baby laying with its eyes closed. The mother was finished and looked like a goddess.

“No. He’ll have your skills.”

“He?”

“I think it’s a boy.”

“Dr. Paul.”

“I’m serious. I don’t know, I just have a feeling.”

“You can draw too.” you say quietly. They were erotic but they were still good.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“W-what?” you ask as your heart started to race.

“I only drew because of you.”

You stare at him. He stared back.

“Bullshit.” you say while laughing but he was serious, “It’s true.”

“But…Such little time…You drew as if..You've been doing it for so long.”

“I appreciate that compliment. Especially, from you.”

“You scare me sometimes.” you joke.

“You were always hunched over your sketchbook…” he reminisced.

You chuckle and nod in agreement as you knew it was in fact true.

“And now look…You’re witnessing me being hunched over my easel.” you say.

Paul quietly chuckled as he’s indeed seeing your awkward position on the stool as you now paint without nerves.

“I want to black mail you.”

“I like the sound of that.” he says but he’s listening closely.

You tap the wooden part of your paint brush on your chin in a thinking matter as you look up a bit.

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?”

He reached over tried to pull on your pants but you swat his hand away.

“I’m serious. Just answer.” you say as you get back to work and he sits back at the fact that you didn’t look at him.

“Hm…” he takes his time to think. He tells you.

“We can go..When you don’t have patrol.”

“Who do I have to kill?” he asks suspiciously.

You smile, “We get married there.”

“Okay.” he immediately says as he sits up straighter. The excitement caught you off guard.

“Wait…Really?” you pause.

He doesn’t leave eye contact, “Yeah.”

“Wait..I-…Okay.” you stammer as you twirl your paint brush in the jar to get the paint off.

“What? You thought I was gonna say no. I’m the one who proposed.” he says as he nudged you with a slight chuckle.

“Yeah. I’m relieved actually.” you say as you pretend to wipe sweat away from your forehead with your forearm.

“All of this crying..All of this fighting..You just wanted a husband.” he grins as he titled his head.

“Well yeah. I want you to be my husband. It’s more exciting. I’m being tied to the love of my life. Marriage is like…Probably the best when it’s your imprint.” you say shyly for a moment.

He leans close to you with a sappy grin as you speak out your statement, “Yeah. It should be.”

After watching you make the clam more vibrant, he speaks after it’s quiet, “It will be just us?”

“…Who all do you want there?” you ask as you’re focused.

“My dad…That’s it for me.” he says.

You nod as you look at him for a moment.

“What about you?”

You chuckle a bit, “Larry.”

“Y/N, seriously?”

You chuckle again.

“You haven’t been around him long enough to know that he’s not going to take it lightly if he’s not invited.”

“Alright, alright.” he says lazily, “What about Bella?”

“Marriage freaks her out. Look, we can always have a big ceremony or whatever but I just want something for just us.” you say. He smiled.

“That’s what I want too. Something for just us.”

You set your brush down as you feel him get close. You stand next your easel as you looked at your signature.

A wet kiss chased your mouth. Your knees almost buckled.

“Looks good.” he says softly and looks to what you did.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean your body against him.

“So, you’re done?” he asks you.

“I have to shine it up when it’s dry.”

“Alright, let’s wait for it to dry.”

Open mouth kisses are on your neck and you’re immediately soaked but you move away.

“It doesn’t take long.” you say with a shy grin.

He lifts your chin and tilts his head to capture your lips.

“I love you.” you tell him as soon as he pulled back.

The smile melted your heart, you couldn’t help but match it.

“I love you more.”

Your eyes fill with tears and you sniff.

“What’s wrong, babe?” his eyes softened.

“I didn’t understand…A thing about..Parenthood and I got scared. I love you so much. I really love you, Paul. I was going to discard a piece of you and-“ you take in a shaky but thick breath, “I’m sorry..I’m happy that we are together. I’m happy that you imprinted on me…I’m happy with you.” you start to hiccup, being very close to hyperventilating.

You felt bad, he swayed you in his arms, keeping your face to his chest. He didn’t care about the snot and tears that was on his shirt. He just smiled down at you.

“I love you more..I’m happy with you too. I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything…I’m so happy you came to the park that day..We wouldn’t be standing here right now. This feels like a dream I don’t want to wake up from.”

You pace back and forth in your living room. Paul was gone, you were making a new commission piece and you saw a text from Jacob saying that he was on his way to pick you up.

You told him not to. You told him a lame excuse of why you two couldn’t hang out today. All he had to do was take a whiff of you and he would know. You weren’t ready for anybody else to know.

“Bullshit. I’m coming over.”

“Jacob, stop! Alright?” you say as you pace.

His persistent nature picks up the desperation in your voice and he paused.

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

“I just need to finish my work. Okay? I’m backed up..I literally promised myself that I would get them out of the way. I swear Jake, you will be the first person I call.”

It’s quiet. Before you hear him intake a breath.

“Bravo. Bravo.”

“What?” you ask in confusion.

“An artist and an actress. I’m impressed..I almost clapped like we were at the Oscars.”

“Jacob, respect my wishes or..No pool.” you threaten with gritted teeth.

“Like I can’t just hop over your fence.” he says and hangs up. You stare the phone in horror.

Not knowing what else to do, you just grab a random jacket and grab your keys.

“Do you mind if I just chill out here for a while until Paul comes home?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Terrance says as he gestured with his hands to do as you please.

You lounge on the couch and read. Well, try to read. You had to turn your phone off from the constant buzzing from Jacob.

You check the time from the television, it was at night but not midnight yet.

You hear the door close and you look at the figure staring down at you on the couch.

“Why haven’t you been answering the phone?”

“I turned it off.” you say into Paul’s chest.

“Why?” he questioned as the seatbelt clicks into place across your chest.

“Jacob almost busted me. He was bullying his way over.”

“That kid.” he muttered with a shake of his head but he managed to quietly huff out a chuckle.

“Guess what?” he smirked at you.

“What?”

“I don’t have patrol all day tomorrow. The day after that, I have it late at night.”

You’re not tired anymore.

“Do you wanna..?” you whisper excitedly.

“I told you I’m down for it.”

You grin and look out the window.

As you put things together, Paul persuaded his dad to take off for a day. It took a lot of listing pros. His father wasn’t budging. He knew his father could do so, so easily. As long as he’s been under his father’s roof, he’s never seen him use any of his paid time off.

“Come on, dad. Have you ever even rode first class before?”

You smirk to yourself once you knew that that’s the final thing what won him over.

You and Paul, both hovered over the computer as you then show him the flight information.

Terrance grabs the bags and sets them in the car that you ordered for both you and Paul.

Alone in a room in a five star hotel with Paul, you both didn’t bother to be separate. The a.c blew, letting out a lullaby like whistle.

“It’s bad luck…If the couple see each other the night before they get married.” you whisper to him.

“I don’t know who made that stupid shit up.”

You both chuckle.

His hand rest possessively on your stomach as he then felt your breasts but you wince.

“What is it?” he whispered.

“I’m just sore.” you say. He bit in lip in conflict from within because they were swollen and puffy.

“Will it hurt if I’m just gentle?”

“I..I don’t..Know..They just hurt when they’re touched..” you whisper. He trails a hand between them as they are on display for him.

You blew out a quiet breath as his tongue delicately flicked upon a swollen nipple. His hand is caressing your stomach. The ache between your legs pierced you.

You couldn’t take your eyes away as he was now gently circling his tongue. A shaky breath comes out of your mouth as he’s now massaging the ache from between your legs, away.

The breathy begs sounded like music in his ears. The breathy groan that you both produced as he ate at you.

Your brain was mush as he held you tight to keep lapping at you. Both of your hands gripped his hair as you arched your back and gasp out in overwhelming pleasure.

He held your ankles with one hand as he stroked inside of you. You were shaking, thinking it was going to go on forever. Deep down, you did want it to. He wanted it to as well. His head was tilted up as he snapped his hips into you, while you whined out as another climax creeped through your body.

You both pant as you watch as it trickled out of you. He rubbed and inserted his fingers with the extra lubricant.

You grip his arm so hard, you were sure you broke skin. He didn’t care. He moaned at the sight and the moist sounds.

He takes his wet hand and grab yours and makes you feel what he felt. You gasp. He guides your finger to rub yourself and you’re stuck as you sigh out at the feeling. You never did that before. He covered your mouth with his as he you both kiss sensually with tongues and moans. Soon, he takes his hand away and you were moving your hand on your own.

He breaks away and he glided himself a bit as he moves himself along your entrance. He moaned to himself as he then sinks in with ease.

He pushed your legs back next to your head and you shake like never before. Deep strokes that made you feel like you died and came back to life. You grip onto his back as his hips roll fluidly forward with a steady rhythm.

His voice was tender, just like his touches. You didn’t know how his breath was even while saying it. The rich statements were said in Quileute.

“I love you.”

You hold onto him tighter as you moan out.

“I love you too.”

You felt connected with him. Both insides enjoyed each other.

Thinking that you were going to be nervous, you were surprised that it was instead a feeling of you two both trying to keep yourselves together as you walked down the aisle.

You found yourself almost tugging on Larry’s arm just to walk faster to Paul, down the aisle. The way that he looked at you made you feel like you owned the world in the palm of the world. You just wanted to touch him. Most of all, kiss him.

You stood next to him as you were in a dress and veil that Larry brought from a fashion agency. A new high fashion collection. You don’t know how he got it done but, you didn’t ask. He seemed to know anybody from anywhere.

You stood there with tears silently rolling down your face as Paul happily gives you his vows. He vowed to always love you as long as your heart is beating. He vowed to love you and his future children with you, forever. He vowed to always protect you and never leave your side. He promised to be the best husband he can ever be to you.

You speak confidently but it’s quietly, Paul didn’t care. He could still hear you due to his hearing. He gives you a breathtaking smile as you vowed to love him forever. You vowed to never let any circumstance tear you both apart, to be the best wife that you could be and do anything you can do to make him happy.

Not being able to look away, you watch as he held up the beautiful ring.

“With this ring, I vow to love you always and forever.”

Your hand didn’t shake as he slid the ring on. He raised the hand up and pressed a kiss on it with his eyes closed before looking back into your eyes.

His gaze watched as you raise his ring, you swallow as you felt like it was just you two in the entire world at that moment.

“With this ring, I vow to love you always and forever.”

You keep his hand in yours as you slid it on. You brush your lips back and forth on his ring finger. He then cradled your face. He wiped the sneaky tear with a warm and tender smile, that was for you.

You both didn’t hear the officiator speaking, you just heard womp womp womp. You were lost in Paul’s eyes.

It wasn’t a peck. Paul didn’t care as he grabbed your waist possessively. He kissed you as if you both were at home. You kissed him as if you were kissing him for the very last time. You would’ve been embarrassed any other time, but you genuinely considered it to be the happiest moment of your life.

“Wow, kid. You two are intense.” Larry says as he takes a sip of a drink.

“Love is intense.” you say quietly.

He pushed some alcohol your way but you wave it away.

“It’s champagne.” he says with a grin.

“Yeah..I know.” you say as you look down. He looks at you.

“Holy…Hell….You’re pregnant aren’t you?”

“What? I got a big sign on me or what?” you ask annoyed but he chuckled.

“Damn..Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“So, I take it that I get early invite to the baby shower?”

“I’ll think about it.” you say with a smile. He wrapped an arm around you and gives you a heartfelt hug.

“I’m proud of you. I heard what you’ve been up to.”

You smile and nod.

“You think you can come to New York again? I talked to some fashion designers. Some of them heard your name before.” he winked.

You look down at what you had on. You narrow your eyes at him.

“You did that on purpose.” you say while chuckling.

“Custom made for a custom artist. Their words not mine.” he says smiling. You roll your eyes but started to think.

You were unsure. You didn’t know if the Cullens were still residing there.

“Yeah, well…This will be a great opportunity.” he adds in persuasively.

“When? I don’t want to go when I’m swelled up and I can’t do anything.”

“The end of the month.”

“I..I have to talk to Paul about that.” you say quietly.

“Talk to Paul about what?” Paul asks as he comes over.

Larry gives you one more hug with another congratulations before leaving off.

“Um..We can talk about it when we get home.” you say. He opens his mouth to say something but Terrance comes over. He placed an arm around the both of you.

“Allow me to take you both out for dinner.”

You both agree.

You both go back to the hotel and you’re both changed as Paul stands in front of you.

“So, what did you say you needed to talk to me about?”

“I’ll just tell you when we get home.” you say as you chew with a slight shrug.

“You can tell me now.” he insisted.

“Another business trip.”

“Where?”

“Back to New York.”

He’s silent.

“I told him I’ll talk to you about it.”

He nods.

“Come on, dad’s waiting.”

You take the hand that he held out.

“Hopefully, this will be much better and healthier than me and your mother’s. The love you have for each other is at least evident.” Terrance says at the table as you all ate.

Paul takes a look at you. It was like you were cloud nine.

“Oh..When we get home, I have to show you two what I got for the both of you.” he continued.

Both you and Paul nod.

It was a crib and a bassinet. You loved it.

At home, you tidy up the walls and floor in the empty bedroom. Paul put both things together, not forgetting to brag about not needing directions. How it was common sense.

You take a last look of the room before shutting the door. You have a small smile on your lips as you place a hand on your stomach.

Paul was sitting up in bed as he waited for you.

You move in front of him and planted a kiss on his lips. You lean back as you noticed he didn’t take over the smooch. He looked at you.

“Can you wait?” he speaks quietly in the dark.

You thought for a moment as you knew what he was talking about.

“….Time waits for no one.”

“Y/N.” he says your name with attitude.

“I don’t understand. If it were you, I would let you-“

“This isn’t about me. You seriously think I want to go through what we went through? Again? Seriously? But this time you’re carrying my child…You’re crazy.” he snaps out with a hushed tone.

“That’s not fair.” you state with zero energy.

“I can name a lot of shit that isn’t fair.”

“Like what?! It’s always about you!”

“Did I say anything about me?” he says not matching your temper with slightly narrowed eyes.

“I’ll just bring someone!”

“That’s not the point….You're not going out of town like this.” he says filled with dominance.

“You’re not my father.”

“You’re right. I’m your husband.”

You frown as you felt a jolt of unexpected excitement flow through your body at his statement. He noticed. You caught the subtle smirk as he watched you.

“And you get on my nerves.” you hiss at him.

“I don’t care.” he says quietly. You two just stare at each other.

“Welcome to parenthood. You have to sacrifice shit for the sake of what’s best. It’s not just my wolf that’s going to go crazy when we separate, but you will too. You’re carrying our pup.” he continued.

You then turn over with an attitude and face away from him as you lay on the pillow.

“Why have you been handing me your ass?” he whispered in your ear. You fought the smile that threatened to form on your face at his teasing as you grit your teeth.

“I haven’t been that mean.” you whispered.

“You’ve been meaner than me..That's a record.”

You turn your head a bit, “Shut up.”

He quietly chortles.

He brings your body to lay on your back. He kissed your cheek. You close your eyes in satisfaction.

He kissed your stomach before whispering to it.

“Tell mommy to stop being mean to daddy.”

You chuckle as you run your fingers through his hair.

He hovered over you as he slow burned a kiss with you. You both fall sleep tangled in each other.

Jerking awake, tears slide out the side of your eyes. Warm hands wipe them away as he then holds you.

“Y/N, what wrong?” he asks softly.

“Nothing.”

“Y/N, please.”

You silently hiccuped. You were hyperventilating into his chest.

He deeply rubbed your back.

You blink with dry eyes as soon as you calmed down.

“I just had a dream…Sue said it’s common to have pregnancy induced dreams…I had a dream…I dropped our baby, Paul. Fuck…It felt so real.” you croak out as you keep a hand over your eyes as you lay back on the pillows.

“Damn.” he says quietly as he rubbed your stomach in a soothing manner.

“I did like this..” you say and motion your hands in a careless drop.

“That’s not going to happen. You would never do that.” he whispered as he takes a glance at you.

“You just never know..I could be a horrible mom and that dream just proved it.” you whisper back.

“Y/N, you gotta stop talking like that. Your child can hear you talk bad about yourself…My wolf and myself know..Deep down…You’re going to be a great mother. You don’t have to keep having doubts because it’s simply not true.”

You two share a kiss.

“Are you hungry?”

You blink at him.

“What time is it?”

“Time to eat.” he says and you’re up and out of the bed.

You lounged on the couch as you sketched.

The food was easy on your nose. You were so hungry, you started drawing food.

You felt like you were being annoying by how clingy your were to him. Paul didn’t say that, but you were in your head about it.

“I’ll…Stay back.” you say quietly after he suggested sitting with his dad.

“Okay..I’ll just see you when I get back home.”

You nod and he smiled after the kiss you two shared. Your feelings were uneasy. It showed that you would be waiting for him but you didn’t want him to go.

He didn’t want to leave either.

He leaves for patrol.

You sat in the tub as your hands rested on the growing skin. Attachment wasn’t even the word.

You started to feel a bit guilty for not wanting such thing, it was something that both you and Paul got to share.

“That’s dangerous to fall asleep like that.” Paul says as you blink awake.

The water was cold.

“It’s barely to my chest.” you gesture to the height of the water, but he shakes his head.

”I want to cook you dinner.” you whisper as he carried your naked but wet body out of the tub. The heat of his skin made a towel be unnecessary, but you knew what he had in mind.

“Dinner wouldn’t hurt to wait for a few more minutes.”

“Yeah, but it won’t just be minutes.” you say as you roll your eyes a bit but he only grinned before hovering over you to place a small but passionate peck on your lips.

You hold his head as trailed kisses and his large hands down your body. You couldn’t front the soft noises that floated from your mouth.

He stopped. You sat up as he stared at your stomach.

“Y/N…I hear a little heartbeat.” he whispered. You cradle his cheek. He kept kissing your stomach.

His hands never felt your stomach as you whine out from his tongue that danced between your legs. You were moaning gibberish as he licked through your climax.

“Im full.” you say as you push the plate back.

“You’re not full..Y/N, eat.” he persisted as he chewed.

Chuckling softly, “Paul, I feel like I’m about to burst.” you say with two hands resting on your swollen stomach.

”It’s just us, Y/N.” he says. He heard the quick flutter of your heart.

“I know.” you say.

He suggested being naked. It was both of your house. Why be embarrassed? Well, Paul was very comfortable.

It made you comfortable.

In bed, he pulls on what you have in your hands. You grip it.

You clutch the sketchbook to you.

“Just let me see.” he says softly with a devilish smirk.

“No. Just..Leave me alone.” you say trying to hide your embarrassment.

“You let me see everything you make.” he says, not letting up.

You turn it around slowly with shaky hands. He points at it as his eyes are glued to the page. Oil pastel made it vivid.

“Should be in the Louvre.”

“Stop it.”

“I’m serious…If you paint it…”

“You’re giving me a big head.”

“Good. You can make it happen. It’s real.”

“Yeah..” you say in a dreamy expression. It was so intimate.

Two naked figures, one of them with a small bump. Laughing while eating in a kitchen. It was as if you took a peak into what love looks like. You took a peak into what comfortability looked like.

Emily’s child was cute. You received the photos and texts from everyone.

You stay on the phone with Leah as you kept her laughing.

“I miss you..You just curved me.”

“I didn’t. I promise. I have a lot to tell you but as soon as I’m not so busy I’ll make it up to you.” you promise her.

“You better.”

You smile.

Paul lifted your shirt as you look down.

“It’s just milk Y/N, it doesn’t gross me out.” he says as he tossed your wet shirt in the dirty clothes bin.

“I know..It just happens a lot.” you whisper. The kiss was heated.

You then step back with a jiggle of your leaking breasts as Paul gives you a look. He was guiding his mouth to them.

“You say that they hurt, right? I’ll relieve them.” he promises.

You gasp and sigh out as you lay there in bed while Paul fed on your breasts. His tongue swirl your nipple and attaches his whole mouth. It did feel relieved. You were worried about becoming addicted to the feeling.

Lately, you’ve been cleaning a lot. Paul placed the very last thing that completed the child’s modeled room.

You left one wall white. A free canvas for your child for when they get older. Paul joked that since permission was given to draw on the walls, they actually won’t do it.

You chuckle.

Paul almost got in trouble with Sam. He stalled going to patrol. You’ve never seen him so anxious before. He says he felt it deep within him that you were going to go into delivery. You felt fine.

“I’ll be okay.” you say.

“It’s going to come. I’ll play Sam off.” he says.

You give him a somewhat hopeful smile, “It will happen when you come back.”

You wake up out of your nap in pain. And wet.

You sharply breathe in and out as you try to hold on as much as you could.

You moan in pain as you cry out. You call Paul’s father. He knew exactly what was happening, claiming he was on his way. You then press on Jacob’s contact number, you didn’t know who else to call.

Jacob was faster.

He answers the phone, he only heard you in pain before he hung up quickly and he’s carrying you in his arms.

“I got you, Y/N.” he says as he buckled in your seatbelt. You whine in pain as you hold your stomach.

As he drives, trying his best to not go over any bumps, he’s dialing and yelling into the phone. There was so much authority in his voice.

“Someone get Paul!”

You were so much pain, you were about to pass out. You heard his voice.

“Paul.” you whine out his name.

Your face is being cradled and kiss as he whispered, “I’m here. I’m here, baby.”

You gripped his hand as you he encouraged you to push. And push. And push. The sound of crying ring out in your ears.

The baby is laid on your chest for skin to skin connection.

You couldn’t believe it. You started crying.

“What’s wrong?” Paul asks thickly.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Just beautiful.” you choke out. He smiles.

Sue takes them and cleans them up and wraps them up.

Jacob then speaks, you forgot for a second that he was still there.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell us?” he whispered. He seemed hurt.

“It’s nothing against you or Bella..I just wanted to enjoy it with just Paul for the time being.”

“But one have us could’ve already been there. What would’ve happened if we came too late?” he grilled you. You look down as you knew it was true.

“Jake, watch it.” Paul says fiercely but quietly.

Jacob was about to say something to him but you cut in, “I’m sorry, Jake. Plus, Emily was pregnant too. I would've stolen her shine.” you say with a slight chuckle.

“That wouldn’t have mattered….”

“I don’t want the others to know before I come home. You can call Bella.”

Jacob then smiles, “I texted her. She’s on her way. She’s more pissed at you than me.”

You then smile.

Paul looked down at the squirming and small human being.

“Y/N…You see ‘em?” he whispered. His smile melted your heart.

“Yes. I do.” you whisper back.

They were beautiful. You would protect this little person with every fiber of your being. Paul was right. They were a gem, the proof of love that you and Paul shared with each other.

Paul looked at you with that same smile.

The small suck of your breast felt like they were pulling at your heart strings.

You then let Paul hold them when you were finished breastfeeding.

Terrance comes in.

“Shit, I flew here as fast as I could. I came straight from work.” he says. But softened at the sight of his grandchild.

“Watch your language, dad. Wash your hands.” Paul says quietly but passed the baby to his father when he was finished drying his hands.

“Sorry.” Terrance whispers, “Hey…Hi…..I’m your grandad…I love you so much….” he cooed softly to the child in his arms.

You don’t say anything to the unshed tears that belonged to Paul’s eyes.

“This is us.” he whispered to you.

You couldn’t help but kiss him. He kisses you back. You then take a look at the small sleeping child in your father in law’s arms. An adorable bundle of joy that really was proof of you and Paul’s love that existed. You both now had a small person to share you and Paul’s love with.

#paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x you #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x y/n #x y/n #fanfic #y/n #y/n imagines #twilight saga #wolfpack #wolf pack #paul lahote smut #smut with plot #smut with feelings #smut and fluff #reader smut #x reader #x you

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mthevlamister · 1 year ago

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Can my one neighbor go one night without… moaning this loud… please…

Just one night. Just once so I don’t have to hear him as I do work :(

#I say this but he was quiet for a week and I got increasingly worried about his safety #I just wish I had his confidence tbh #I get too scared watching a movie too loud #and he’s out here making me know his safe words and everything #good for him but also #babe please

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sadiecoocoo · 1 year ago

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So I jsut watched a summary video of a quiet place parts I and II and now I really wanna make a quiet place au for one of my fandoms but I’d have to do a LOT of research first that… plus I already have a zombie au (I’m way too obsessed with post apocalyptic worlds)

#a quiet place #why is it so cool tho #I really wanna watch the movies now #but I’m too pussy to not get scared #plus I don’t have anyone to watch it with #I watched the opening scene for part II #and it freaked me out with how loud they were being #but they weren’t being loud that was just the normal everyday volume #slamming the car door #shaking a plastic bag #whistling to a dog #it’s honestly terrifying how loud people are at a normal volume #humanity would fucked if a quiet placed actually happened

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arcadequeerz · 2 years ago

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Sometimes I wanna wildly yell about scribbles and then I get too nervous to and just sit here like:

#Cade.Txts #hhhehhoguggushg #something something about how his own perception of reality is pretty skewed.#Sometimes he has trouble telling if things are: really fake or if something is Real.#kinda. loose grasp on what is or isn't 'real' sometimes n tht varries.#keep imagining him watching a horror movie and then he sits there like 'oh my God the BEASTS are goung to KILL ME'#Too scared to get up n go into the kitchen because the Thing will Be at the Fridge.#me too scribbles me 2.#reality wibbly wobbly for him and physically weighs on him. is like. fighting with him.#his very existence kind of Goes Against it.#it is Crushing Him and Some days are worse then the others.#hyper aware of his own body every part of it- this crushing feeling grips his chest and #all he can do is curl up on the ground and wait for it to Pass by.#Sometimes its easier being alone and other times it helps when someone is there to hold his hand through it #feels and hears their heartbeat through their hand and their breathing and the sound of the blood #rushing through their veins and they exist and are Alive and Real-#it is overwhelming but keeps him grounded.#His head feels like it is full of static and its hard to think when everything is so Loud #Cade's Characterz #i forget what my oc tag is all the time #do you guys GET WHT I M SAYING..#i am rambling nonsense.#feeling a way about him

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luvcaleb · 12 days ago

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SHH... WE CAN'T GET CAUGHT.

nsfw (18+). includes fingering, breast play, dirty talk, huge cock, unprotected sex, creampie, fwb relationship (it's pretty obvious you like each other tho), mentions of your first time experience with caleb (and other times after that), having sex when another person is just a few rooms away, too much cum, slight praise kink. filthy, filthy, filthy smut from top to bottom. likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

“Shh... you don't want Gran hearing us, do you?”

You're covering your mouth to stifle your whimpers, but there's no hiding the wet squelches beneath the blanket. You wrap your hand around Caleb's flicking wrist, his fingers buried deep inside your cunt. When he adds another digit, a loud cry of his name is pulled out of you.

Caleb presses a soft kiss against your nape. You're both turned on your sides, your back against his solid chest. “As much as I like hearing you say my name, it'd be a problem if someone came to interrupt us. Remember the last time?”

The last time he's referring to is your risky tryst from a few days back; Caleb joined you in your bath, claiming he wants to “wash your back” for you. As expected, 20% of your time was spent in a relaxing soak where he massaged your shoulders and washed your hair, and the remaining 80% was spent with his head between your legs, coaxing out wave after wave of cum with his fingers and tongue.

The tip of his cock was already inside you when a knock on your door interrupted you, your grandmother asking if you knew where Caleb went because he wasn't in his room. Needless to say, you had to stop what you were doing and Caleb had a difficult time sneaking out of the bathroom.

“That... mmph... and this... is all your fault...” you struggle to say while biting back your moans as he grinds his fingers against a good spot, his thumb flicking at your clit. Caleb has always been too good with his hands. “You always—ah!—do this even when there are other people around...!”

“You wanna know why?” Chuckling, Caleb leans closer to whisper to your ear, lips brushing over your soft skin. “You squeeze me so fucking tight when we're about to get caught.”

You gush around his fingers as he mouths on the shell of your ear, moaning into the palm of your hand. He hums in satisfaction, pulling out his hand from your panties to admire the stringy release between his fingers. “You always cum too fast, pipsqueak. You pent up these days?”

How on earth could you possibly be pent up when you've been fucking Caleb at every opportunity? Every time you're left alone at the house, he fucks you against any flat surface he can find—the door when he's too impatient to go to your room, the bathroom sink because he likes making you watch yourself in the mirror when he's fucking you stupid, and even ate you out on the kitchen countertop at some point.

But the thing is, Caleb is undaunted by the possibility of being caught. So even when your Gran is around, he sneaks into your bedroom to fool around, just like what he's doing now under the pretense of “we watched a horror movie today, aren't you scared to sleep alone?”

Evidently, Caleb has no intention of letting you sleep tonight. He fondles your tits beneath your shirt, the tent in his sweatpants grinding against your clothed ass. “Don't pretend like you're innocent,” he mutters, making you yelp when he pinches your nipple. “You strutted around all day wearing my shirt without a bra, bending down in front of me on purpose... Did you know how hard it was to hold back from fucking you on the spot?”

“T-that was...!” Your cheeks flush with warmth. Sure, you were kind of riling him up on purpose, but that was under the assumption you'd be alone tonight.

“This ass...” he rubs you above your shorts, groaning as he palms at the soft flesh. “...was in my mind the entire fucking day. I held myself back until now, but I can't hold back anymore, fuck.”

He strips you off of your clothes, only leaving his shirt scrunched up above your breasts. He pulls down his sweatpants, and you feel his huge cock slap against your lower back, his pre-cum smearing across your skin. He holds the back of your knee to raise your leg, positioning his cock to your soaked pussy.

“Been waiting for this for so fucking long... Oh, shiiit,” he moans, long and drawn out and dirty as he slides right home, the tip of his dick pounding at your cervix. You squeal into your hand, your cunt clamping down on his cock so tightly but it doesn't deter his fast pace at all.

He reaches so deep like this, hitting spots he normally couldn't when you're in missionary. His huge cock feels like it's carving its own space into your body, coring you out from the inside, and it feels so good that you can't hold back your voice at all.

“Nn... Don't do that,” Caleb pulls away your hand from your mouth when he notices you biting down on your skin to hide your moans. He replaces it by putting his fingers in your mouth, cooing softly to your ear, “Suck. You're going to hurt yourself.”

You suck on his fingers, eyes rolling back to your head as he continues to pound you, fucking your pussy so good. Only Caleb knows how to make you feel so much pleasure to the point you can't think properly anymore. Your fingers could never hope to reach the places his cock touches.

It's how this twisted relationship started in the first place, Caleb catching you touching yourself when you forgot to lock your door. He taught you how to make yourself cum because you didn't know anything, until all you knew was him and his cock. But he was too big the first time you took him in that he had to fuck you loose with four fingers, sucking and licking at your pussy to make you wet enough to accept his thick girth and length. Now, he could slide inside you easily, your body having taken his shape.

Caleb stares at your messy face, utterly endeared. “Fuck, you're so fucking cute...” He takes out his fingers from your mouth, using them to tilt your jaw to meet his lips. He kisses you sloppy, no finesse as you slide your tongue against his, moaning into each other's mouths. “Mm... open your mouth more... yeah, that's it, baby... good fucking girl...”

“Ah, fuck, Caleb!” you sob, desperately rocking against his cock. “I'm gonna cum, cumming, I can't anymore...!”

“You're gonna cum?” Caleb stops thrusting, making you whine and attempt to move yourself, but he holds onto your hips and pushes you into the mattress, laying you flat on the sheets on your front. He settles behind you, using his weight to pound you to the mattress harder. “Then fucking cum.”

You moan uncontrollably into the pillows, completely forgetting you're meant to stay quiet. Caleb fucks his cock harder, faster, deeper, failing to hold back his own grunts as you tighten up around him, wet heat melting around his dick. “Shit, I'm gonna cum too... I'm gonna cum hard in your slutty fucking pussy... fuck, I'm cumming!”

You squirt around his cock as he fills you up with cum, your fluids making a mess between your bodies and the sheets. You don't realize you're crying out up until Caleb grabs your chin and kisses you once more, muffling the lewd moans you're letting out while he's still cumming inside you, hot and thick. He gives you tiny, slowing thrusts, cock still spurting out semen. “Oh, baby, you did so good...” he sucks on your bottom lip, staring intently at your orgasm face. “Such a good fucking girl for me...”

“So... full...” is the only thing you can say, feeling the sheer volume of one load of his cum in your pussy, warming you from the inside.

“Not full enough, baby.” Caleb peppers your face with kisses. It is then that you realize—with no small amount of fear and arousal—his cock hasn't softened at all. “I still have a lot to give you.”

#love and deepspace #lads #love and deepspace x reader smut #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace smut #caleb #caleb x you #caleb x reader smut #caleb x reader #lads smut #lads x reader #lads x reader smut

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oceantornadoo · 2 months ago

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Could you maybe write a fic for Simon pursuing a reader who has no experience despite being in her early 20s?

(disclaimer: this ask said early 20s but i didn't really focus on that exact age for reality and inclusivity purposes)

you like to think you're a pretty calm person. have to be, for the kind of work you do - can't be a hothead when you're dealing with hundreds of other hotheads (a.k.a. military men). that environment, seeing the vicious effects of too much testosterone and loyalty to those who don't deserve it, has led you to this predicament. a lack of experience with men. all the ones you've met are loud or self-absorbed and your work is so time-consuming so that when you've found yourself at this precipice, you realize you have no experience to guide you. only a few drunk kisses and one teenage crush to act as the map for the journey you're about to take.

it was odd, how easily you fell into simon riley. he duped you into your first date, calling it a celebratory post-mission dinner when in reality, he'd had the reservations for weeks. it progressed smoothly from there: coffee and ice cream and a scary movie you didn't want to see alone. a few weeks later and you let him into your sacred apartment, a couch no man had ever sat on. he was so respectful, soft words and light touches to get you comfortable with him.

you intrigued simon. it was like befriending a stray cat; one wrong move and he'd be out in the hall. he'd asked around (a.k.a. asked johnny) and found out you'd never dated anyone on base. not surprising, he hadn't either, but your skittish nature led him to believe you'd never dated anybody. you were comfortable with men, sure, but you'd never made any moves on simon despite seeming to like him so much. if he were a less confident man, he would think you weren't interested, but it was in the way your eyes lingered on him, the glances you shot him when you thought he wasn't looking. he decided a conversation was necessary to clear the air so he didn't keep handling you like a bomb that could go off any second.

the two of you were watching footie, a bowl of popcorn in the middle. your hands brushed occasionally as you ate, your knee touching his, but nothing further. simon was well practiced in restraint, and he would wait as long as he needed to, but he felt like he was operating blind, no night vision goggles in sight. "love." it was like flipping a switch. you jumped up, snatching the popcorn bowl and murmuring something about supplying a refill even though it was more than halfway full. he let you have your freakout in the kitchen, giving you time to collect your thoughts. finally, you came back ten minutes later, hand shaking slightly as you put the bowl back down, which was decidedly not full. "can i ask you somethin'?" his hand gripped your knee before you could get up again, settling you back on the couch. your eyes were wide, searching his at a rapid speed as you tried to figure out what he was asking.

"w-what?" he started stroking your knee slowly, thumb brushing over the fabric of your sweats. he didn't answer right away, letting the rhythm of his thumb calm you until your shoulders dropped a fraction. "do i scare y'?" he murmured in a low tone. your shoulders dropped completely, your head collapsing on the couch behind you. you figured it was time to have this talk anyways. "no, it's nothing like that. i trust you, si." he nodded, checking a question off his list. his thumb was still stroking you, the motion anchoring you to the moment. "did someone hurt y'? before me?" you shook your head. "no, it's nothing like that. i just-" you cut yourself off, biting your lip. you chanced a glance at simon, his face open and patient. "i just don't have a lot of experience with men. and it makes me nervous, thinking i'll do something wrong." simon nodded in understanding. "'s while y're so jumpy. how much experience?" you muttered your answer too low for him to hear. "wot?" ugh. "none." oh. oh.

simon was rewriting scripts in his head. no experience was not what he was expecting, but it didn't put him off. if anything, he felt honored you picked him to give you experience. "doesn't matter, love. we can go 's slow as you want. just gotta tell me what y' want." your hand covered his on your knee. "i want you, si. i just don't know how to show it." he squeezed your knee. "trust me?" you nodded instantly. suddenly, you were being moved, strong hands around your waist dragging you into simon's lap. he arranged you into a straddle, setting you back on the middle of his thighs. simon didn't want to give you the wrong idea by putting you on his cock so soon. there was time.

"ya ever kiss anyone?" you gave him a small smile. "not sober. none that i really remember." he laughed, the feeling vibrating through his chest down to his thighs. it was exhilarating, being so close to him and not being scared. you were still nervous, sure, but there was less expectation hanging over your head now that you had talked. "c'mere. we'll take it slow. close your eyes." he sat up a little, a hand on your hip preventing you from being jostled. you closed your eyes obediently, lips parting slightly with the exhale of your breath. you could feel his body heat come closer. he brushed his lips against yours, pulled back, and then gave you a real kiss.

you weren't sure what to do. you had listened to enough advice podcasts to know you shouldn't use any tongue, but that was it. his lips were soft, if a bit chapped, pressing against yours deliciously. he felt so close, so intimate, and you pushed back against him, just a little. it melted your heart a little as he pushed back, warm and willing. your hands instinctively dove into his hair, finally feeling those strands you'd been dreaming about. it went on and on, experimenting with little licks and bites as you got more confident. unfortunately, the more passionate you became, the less air in your lungs. you pulled back with a gasp.

"fuck." his lips were swollen and red, his hair sticking up at all angles. ravished. "good?" he asked, licking his lips. you nodded. "can we do it again?" the eagerness would have made you cringe if you didn't want it so much. "yeah, baby, anytime you want. c'mere."

i hope i did this justice!! my first kiss was terrible but i was also 14 so i think it would be better with an experienced man lol

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod 141 #tornadothoughts #ghost call of duty #fluff #ghost headcanons #ghost imagine #simon ghost riley cod #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley imagine #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley

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kooktrash · 1 year ago

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million dollar darling | jeon jungkook

summary: jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

➣ genre/au: jungkook x model!reader [she/her, female anatomy], old money au, smut, plot [soft on the e2l/f2l tropes]

[loosely inspired by ‘crazy rich asians’ movie/book by kevin kwan]

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warnings: heavy plot. smut. model oc. jk is a wander but he’s really just a rich guy in disguise. oc and jk got heavy tension but good banter. oc is kinda snotty but not really? namjoon x oc [not y/n]. rich, old money snotty bts. sex on a yacht. teasing. foreplay. oral [f and m receiving]. jk goes to town on oc. cunnilingus. unprotected. missionary. oc on top. jk is tatted up in a polo. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk while he’s on the phone with hobi 😭. jk’s villain arc as he slowly turns back into a cocky rich boy hehe. jk gets sex flashbacks at dolce and gabbana

“Come on, it’s my wedding and I want you as my best man. Do it for your best friend.”

The sky had been clear when he landed, a bright blue cloudless sky that resembled the clarity of the sea he had left behind. The air already seemed stiffer and the bleakness of the airport brought his mood down almost immediately.

The only thing to make him somewhat happy to be home was the sight of the person in front of him, a huge grin on his face as he saw him. The man was dressed casual in a pair of sweats and a hoodie but the small details of his watch matched with the luxury car parked outside brought unwelcome attention to Jungkook when people stared.

“I was worried you bailed last minute,” Namjoon said with a grin as he pulled him into a hug, “It’s good to see you.”

“I wouldn’t,” Jungkook reached into the pocket of his oversized black hoodie and slid his face mask off, taking a cigarette and lighting it once they were outside the airport, “It’s been too long without seeing your beautiful face.”

“Yeah, don’t tell Yeonwoo, but I’d marry you if you weren’t such a man,” Namjoon joked, playfully flirting which Jungkook just laughed off.

“Too bad you’re not my type,” Jungkook patted his shoulder apologetically, “Besides, where is the bride?”

“Getting her hair done for tonight,” Namjoon said as they got into a Bentley Mulssane, “Also, please drive, I’m scared.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook scoffed, taking the keys anyway, “If you hate driving so much why buy an expensive car?”

“Yeonwoo liked the color,” Namjoon said as he got in the passenger’s seat of his own car, “Are you staying with your parents? I could still find you an apartment.”

“For a week? Don’t bother, I’m staying at a hotel,” Jungkook said, turning the engine on and driving out.

Namjoon sighed, “So you really are leaving again?”

“Was there ever a doubt I was?” Jungkook asked in surprise.

“Duh, kid. We miss you, you rarely call, you never visit, you barely respond and we know nothing that goes on with you,” Namjoon said, “I thought once you got your fill of life experiences, you’d come back.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything at that, sniffling uncomfortably as he tried switching the subject, “So, who’s my partner?”

This time Namjoon was the one to freeze up, staring out the window with sunglasses on and his jaw locked. With a shy smile, he asked, “Are you gonna bring a date?”

His brows furrowed as he looked at his friend, “Who’s the Maid of Honor?”

Namjoon released a nervous laugh, “Y/n L/n.”

The silence in the car was loud and from the way Jungkook’s jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed, it was easy to see he wasn’t happy about that. You? You were the Maid of Honor and his partner down the aisle?

“You know, her and Yeonwoo are close and Yeonwoo’s always thinking about who looks the best next to her on camera and obviously she’s gonna choose the runway model but listen,” Namjoon could barely catch a breath, “Y/n’s matured more now and she’s going to be there tonight so please be on your best behavior.”

“Tonight? What’s tonight?” Jungkook’s tone was sharper now and Namjoon huffed in annoyance.

“The rehearsal dinner on the pier, it was all in the catalog I sent you,” Namjoon said, “It’s for press. Our parents want to get it on Forbes and Vogue, they want to make it the Wedding of the Year.”

They both laughed at that and Jungkook sighed, “So there’s gonna be cameras?”

“Yeah but don’t worry they won’t focus on you,” Namjoon said with a smirk, “The attention’s going on me.”

When Jungkook pulled up to the hotel he would be staying at for the week, Namjoon left him to settle in with a promise that he would make it tonight so he had no choice not to. A letter from a close friend was sitting on the coffee table and he set his things down to get it.

It was a big envelope with a card and a few things rattling inside that made him curious. Jungkook turned the envelope down so the contents would fall onto his palm and a roll of condoms slipped out.

‘Welcome home buddy, enjoy the penthouse and may all your frustrations come undone — Jung Hoseok.’

The note itself made him scoff in disbelief. His womanizing friend making jokes before they’ve actually reunited. He left the things on the table and left to shower, doing what he could to make himself look presentable for tonight.

Tonight was the beginning of a soon-to-be hectic week of photoshoots, brunches, parties and finally the wedding. You were one of the ones front and center, never taking the limelight from the bride but carrying your own sense of grace that had people turning heads when you walked into a room—or in this case riverwalk.

You vowed to appear your best tonight and opted for a silk, powder blue Prada dress paired with Swarovski crystals on your neck. You did your part as Maid of Honor, directing all attention to your friend, polite smile and gentle assurance when needed in front of a crowd. Yeonwoo found it comical how well you fit into character when you need to.

“The perfect friend,” Yeonwoo joked as you dabbed smeared lip gloss from her lips, “What would I do without you?”

“Oh, I hope you never have to find out,” You said in a gentle voice that feigned innocence and longing. Yeonwoo laughed as she was called toward other people and you let her go as you found the nearest server holding a glass of champagne. You took a glass, turning toward the railing overlooking the shore, tipping your glass back and chugging as much of the drink as possible.

“So this is where the Maid of Honor will be spending her night?” A familiar deep voice spoke up from behind you and a mischievous smile grew on your face. You set the glass down, straightened your posture and turned to him with a soft gaze.

“Now you know that’s not fair, Joon, I’ve been with Yeonwoo most of the night,” you told him, already motioning for another server to give you a glass, completely ignoring the man standing beside him.

“I believe you, darling, now why don’t you come say hi to the Best Man,” Namjoon pushed Jungkook forward who just glared at him in response, “You remember Jeon Jungkook, right?”

“It’s been two years, not ten,” You said, finally looking at Jungkook with a glimmer of annoyance in your eyes, matched by his stare of unamusement.

“Alright well why don’t you two get reacquainted while I search for the gorgeous love of my life,” Namjoon said, making his escape as quick as possible.

“You counted?” Jungkook asked, taking just one step toward you, trying to stop his eyes from trailing down your figure.

“Of course,” You said sarcastically, “I’ve just missed you so.”

He couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes as he turned to the water, “You knew we were partners?”

“Obviously, I know everything,” you said with a scoff that had his tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly annoyed, “Like how you’re staying at one of the Jung’s hotels instead of home. How you plan on leaving still, where you landed, how long you’ve been her—“

“So you’re stalking me?” Jungkook asked, only half joking.

“Don’t you wish,” you laughed, “You’re all over the news.”

His smile dropped. When he had nothing to say, you grew bored and left him behind, making sure to lightly graze your fingers against his arm as you said, “And just remember, you’re the one who despises me, not the other way around.”

With that, you left without looking back and he was left watching the sway of your hips when you walked away.

Money rules the world, even when people want to say it doesn’t. The people who have it are living the dream and the ones who don’t, want the dream. It doesn’t even have to be the luxurious wonders of the world, it could be as little as financial stability or surviving. At the end of the day, it was a Rich Man’s world and this group of individuals were born lucky.

First, the groom: Kim Namjoon. The man with it all, the money, the family, the education, son of millionaires with three hospitals in their name and a line of pharmacies all across the globe.

The bride: soon-to-be, Kim Yeonwoo. The heiress to half a dozen airlines, an airport funded by her family for decades and a beautiful island in her name off the coast.

Kim Seokjin, practically a prince, generations worth of politicians, the highest education and a trust fund worth millions. He was the one you’ll see with the president or in Australia, golfing with men in charge.

Jung Hoseok, the hotel heir to a chain of ten thousand hotels across the globe. He was the one you’ll most likely catch partying in Venice with a princess whose name he couldn’t actually remember—or maybe giving a waitress the night of her life.

Min Yoongi, eldest son of an elite banking firm formed a hundred years ago. He was private about his life, similar to Jungkook, he only came out when he was summoned by one of the others.

Kim Taehyung was wild as Hoseok but more quiet about it. He’ll soon be heir of the billion dollar empire his family built in the Art world of museums and curations and performing arts.

Now, Jungkook’s story was a bit different from the others. His family worked in land development, most of the country being built on the backs of the Jeon’s who brought cities to rural areas and avoided the public’s eye.

They had the kind of old money that everyone knew, even when they tried to stay out of the news.

It was the kind of old money, people could never stop talking about and you understood what that meant most.

There was a mystery to the fortune of your family, it was old money, so old nobody knew where it came from. Some say oil, some claim aristocrats but it was too far back, and too private for any to know. All the public knew were the generous and loving philanthropists and their perfect daughter, the Nation’s Sweetheart, you.

You really were loved by all, the camera, the press, everyone. They all saw the kind, innocent girl in the public’s eye but only a few saw the snotty, spoiled and downright disrespectful side of you that was real.

Where Jungkook craved independence and isolation from his family name, you soaked in it. The attention. The money. The dependence, you were the complete opposite of him and it drew him insane.

One might ask why he was around you if he really did despise you, but for a long time it wasn’t up to him. The group didn’t all become friends one magical night when you compared your family’s net worth.

No, this bond had grown between galas, private academies, horse riding lessons at the country club and family businesses. It was a very elite, classist society where only the ultra rich could really only trust in each other and keep a country afloat off of it.

Do you think Namjoon would have been allowed to marry Yeonwoo if her parents weren’t as rich as they were?

Do you think Seokjin would have married his wife that he met at Oxford if her family hadn’t been international shipping magnates?

It was like a spider web, they were all connected in some way, all controlled and that’s what Jungkook hated.

He loved his friends, truly, but he hated the control. Not a single one of them had real freedom and every little thing they did came with a price and he couldn’t live that way anymore. He understood his own privilege and how lucky he was to grow up in such a way but he knew there was more to life than just that. When he left home for the first time, he didn’t expect to feel so free. It was like a sense of independence he’s not sure any of his friends have felt and now that he’s back he’s reminded once again of how suffocating it all is.

There had to be at least a hundred guests in attendance tonight and he couldn’t find a moment of silence. The suit he wore felt uncomfortable and he hated the way it seemed to confine him, make him more rigid and stiff.

“Please Jungkook, I was only being funny. Did it bother you that much?” Hoseok asked with a tinge of mischief in his voice.

“No,” Jungkook shrugged as he looked around the banquet hall, “I just found it unnecessary.”

“Really? I would’ve assumed the opposite considering you’ll be spending a lot of time with Y/n this week,” Taehyung said with a shrug as the three of them stood off to the side, talking amongst themselves as the guests of the charity banquet focused on your parents who stood on stage making some speech about the importance of giving.

As if on cue, the spotlight turned toward you where you smiled politely and acted shyly for the cameras.

A scoff left his lips as he pulled his gaze away from you, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Oh come on man, everyone knows you have a thing for her—you’re really bad at hiding it.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook stepped away from his friends, “You guys don’t know anything.”

He didn’t have a thing for you.

Sure, you’ve known each other for a long time but that means nothing. He’s known them all for a long time and if anything he's made his distaste toward you pretty evident. When you were younger it was only because you were so spoiled and the attention had to always be on you. He hated watching everyone fall for your sweetness and do whatever you asked of them. He almost fell for it himself a couple times but then he would see the way you judged or looked down on people and he just despised you more.

There’s nothing about you that attracts him aside from your looks…

Tonight you were dressed more modestly in a Chanel sweater and skirt set that looked like you would soon be relaxing at the country club. You wore a black headband with a bow on it and satin gloves, looking as polite as ever while you talked to anyone who approached you.

You were the perfect, doting daughter and anyone with eyes could see that.

“So how mad are you?” Yeonwoo asked once you had settled back in your chair next to her and Namjoon. Even Namjoon seemed to listen in on the question, waiting to hear what you would say.

“What do I have to be mad at?” You asked with a tight smile as you reached toward her to fix a slight smudge on her cheek, “ Jungkook?”

“Well, we know you have some sort of disliking toward each other but…” Yeonwoo bit her lip nervously, “Joonie and Jungkook are really close.”

“We know you two don’t like each other but you should have expected this, right?” Namjoon chuckled nervously, “You’re both our best friends and…”

“Am I saying anything?” You asked.

They shared a look with each other, “I guess not.”

You smiled, “Okay, then let’s just make sure everything runs smoothly this week.”

You did in fact feel a type of way about Jeon Jungkook but you weren’t going to admit that right now surrounded by so many people always lingering around trying to listen. You’ve learned to be very careful about how you act in public and there’s no way your friends will get you to act out by asking about him.

Jungkook was not someone you wished to exhort so much energy on. He wasn’t worth anything to you and despite how many years you’ve known him, you’ve never wished to get to know him. You don’t care where he goes when he’s not home or who he talks to, nor what he does. He doesn’t cross your mind at all through your normal day to day and you surely weren’t going to let him in this week. All he has going for him is his money and his looks.

Ever since you learned he would be the Best Man you thought about what that would mean and accepted that he would be the one to walk with you down the aisle. Despite not being happy about it, you managed to hide your resentment quite well.

You know how he feels about you and over time that’s made you develop a disliking toward him which you find only fair. He might dislike you for being spoiled but you dislike him for being so entitled.

For some reason, he thinks distancing himself from this life means he’s better than everyone else and you hate that. He thinks that by moving away and making his own money suddenly makes him different than the rest of you but that’s not true. He just wants to act like he’s self made so he can feel superior to all of you trust fund babies and that is what annoyed you.

After some time third wheeling, you were getting tired and slightly annoyed watching the couple act lovey dovey. You hated couples, they grossed you out even if they were your best friends.

“Mind if I keep you company? You look like you need it.”

With a furrow in your brows, you turned to face the person who felt the need to whisper in your ear and get close to you without permission. A smile spread across your lips at the man standing directly behind you, his arm draping over your front and hugging you.

“Hello, darling, I’ve missed you,” Jimin’s voice was soft yet sultry and you gave each other kisses on the cheek in greeting as he moved to the empty seat beside you.

“I didn’t realize you were back,” You said to him, “How was Paris?”

He released a sigh, “Oh the usual, shopping… a few events here and there.”

“Mhm, and when’d you get back?” You asked, now intrigued by his presence.

“Just last night. I was planning on visiting you earlier but things came up,” Jimin said, adjusting the Swiss watch on his wrist, admiring the shine, “What has happened since I was gone?”

“Oh God, he’s back,” Hoseok rolled his eyes from across the room, “I ran into him in Marseille the other day and the guy wanted to act like he didn’t know me.”

“He’s been insufferable since Uni,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, “I don’t understand why Y/n puts up with him.”

“Who?” Jungkook asked, only half curious. He hadn’t been paying attention until he heard your name and his reason for hearing it was purely coincidental.

“Park Jimin,” Hoseok clarified, making Jungkook look closer at the man who sat very close to you, making you smile and touch his arms when you spoke.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” Jungkook seemed indifferent as he looked down at his glass of champagne, trying to resist the urge to look back at you.

“Not at all,” Taehyung said, “He’s just some guy we went to Uni with here. I don’t know how he met Y/n though, probably at some shitty party but he’s nobody that matters.”

Well… Park Jimin was the son of starlets. His great grandmother, his grandmother was an actress, his mother was an actress and he’s been in a few independent films here and there. He spends most of his time sailing on yachts or speaking of the Cannes Film Festival. He’s insanely rich, but he’s still not rich enough despite his accumulated generational wealth.

Unlike Jungkook’s wealth which held actual value especially in real estate, Jimin’s just didn’t compare to his or any of his friends for that matter. So why did you seem captivated by him?

He is aware he shouldn’t think this way, it’s only him reverting back to his old self which was all arrogance and entitlement. He shouldn’t think about how much wealthier he was compared to Jimin.

Unfortunately, Jungkook couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from the pair as he tipped his champagne glass back, liquid pouring down his throat.

“Do you think she’ll take him to the wedding? I doubt Namjoon or Yeonwoo would ever invite him themselves,” Hoseok said and the three seemed like a group of gossips, the way they huddled around each other.

In Jungkook’s defense, he was barely listening to his friends. He was too busy watching the interaction happening not far from where he stood, eyes narrowed trying to understand what was happening.

First, he didn’t like you. He found you unbearable and you were the epitome of everything he hated about the High Society he had been raised in.

Second, he was only looking because you were next to his best friends. Maybe he wanted to see how in love Namjoon and Yeonwoo were but he couldn’t see because of you and your… friend.

Third, he wanted to know how you managed to stand out in your outfit despite the room being filled with people in extravagant clothes.

“I’m not sure, actually, rumors say she might,” Taehyung said and Jungkook couldn’t help but look over.

“What?”

“We’re just wondering if the Maid of Honor would bring her little boy toy to the wedding,” Hoseok said, looking at Jungkook as his jaw tensed, “What do you think?”

“I don’t care if Y/n brings anyone, we’re just dates for the pictures and ceremony,” Jungkook said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“So are you going to take a date too then?” Taehyung asked.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as a server came around holding a tray of champagne glasses and he switched his empty one out for a full one. He didn’t bother to look back at his friends as he began walking away, “I’ll be back.”

“It’s so hard for him to act like he doesn’t care.”

“Kook! Come here, man,” Namjoon said with a wide grin as he saw his best friend walking by them. Jungkook didn’t bother glancing down at you as he greeted his friend.

“Kooky, I haven’t seen you all night,” Yeonwoo stood up to hug him, “Please don’t seduce my future husband, everyone has already RSVP’d.”

“Oh Yeonie,” Jungkook softly caressed her cheek, tipping her chin up to look at him, “If I wanted him, I would have had him by now.”

“Joon!” Yeonwoo whined clinging to Namjoon who just winked at Jungkook, further amplifying his fiancé’s feigned sobs. Jungkook smiled watching her squirm and without him meaning to, he let his gaze fall toward you.

“Y/n.”

You met his intense stare with your own and you could hear Jimin say he was going to get a drink but you didn’t look at him. You looked down at what Jungkook was wearing—a plain black Prada suit, how boring. “Jungkook.”

“Is that who you’re bringing to the wedding?” Jungkook asked, looking back at the infamous Park Jimin who stood with Taehyung and Hoseok, all three of them pretending to enjoy each other’s company.

“Maybe, we do get along very well,” you said with a sly smile as you stood up, not yet reaching Jungkook’s height but he didn’t intimidate you, “Is that a problem?

“No,” Jungkook said, voice low and deep, “I was just curious.”

“And why were you curious?” You asked, a mocking tone in your voice that he didn’t like, “Do tell me, how often are you curious about what I do?”

A scoff left his lips as he looked away from you first, “It was just a question, don’t get ahead of yourself and think you matter to me more than you do.”

An evident pout appeared on your lips and for a second his expression changed with worry but the moment was fleeting. You just laughed [giggled, actually] and with a gentle touch to his arm, said, “No need to lie to yourself.”

His eyes narrowed, anger bubbling up inside him when he heard a shutter of cameras going off, flash in his face and without thinking, he took your hand in his and left.

“If you plan on kidnapping me, it won’t work,” You said teasingly as you left to some dark corner behind large pillars.

“I’m not going to put up with a week of your games,” Jungkook said as he let go of your hand, missing the way your eyes fell to the black ink on his knuckles—something you had never noticed before, not even on the yacht when it was dark out.

“Then stop playing into them,” you said with a laugh, “If I drive you crazy, why bother talking to me at all? I think we’re both very capable of ignoring each other enough to not have to say a single word.”

“What I mean is, you can put on this act of yours for the cameras but don’t drag me into it,” Jungkook told you, ignoring the idea you had thrown out there. He was referring to your strange smiles and touches you give him when in the public.

“I’m not dragging you into anything,” You rolled your eyes, “And you seem to forget all eyes have been on you since you got back—heir to the Jeon Corporation. What do you think people will say when they find out you dragged me out here all alone? The Big, Bad & Rebellious Jeon Jungkook and The Nation’s Sweetheart, me.”

His eyes shut with a hint of anger that he tried to subdue, “Sweetheart?”

“That’s what I said,” you smiled sweetly to prove your point making him scoff.

“You’re not a sweetheart, you’re a spoiled brat,” Jungkook said, looking down at you in your pretty clothes with your pretty jewelry and your pretty face.

“Nice of you to finally notice,” you said bitterly and with a roll of your eyes, you pushed into his shoulder on purpose as you walked past him, “But we’re all the same, aren’t we? Just some of us like to act all high and mighty because you leave home craving independence, ignoring your privilege to seem like better people.”

Jungkook felt the jab of your words but he let you walk past him without a rebuttal.

With a sense of frustration, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to collect himself to rejoin High Society and finish the night with his head held high.

When Jungkook left his hotel the day of the Bachelor Party, he hadn’t been sure what to expect. Hoseok had done most of the planning for it since he had been abroad and when it comes to Hobi, you never know what to expect. It was almost two days of festivities and it was only toward the end that everyone would separate into their respective groups. That meant that once again he was forced into the same place as you.

The yacht sailed toward the private island the events would be at and as big as it was, he couldn’t escape you. There were the main group of friends that were always together and a few added guests, mostly Yeonwoo’s friends. Hoseok had already been hyping up the party tonight more than anything and everytime Namjoon would grow more worried. He didn’t need a big party thrown by his notorious womanizing friend.

“So what do the girls have planned?” Jungkook asked Namjoon as they sat at a table, looking at everyone aboard. Some people wore little clothing, others casual clothes, you wore something in between. It was casual yet attractive.

“ I don’t know, something probably calmer than what Hobi’s got for us,” Namjoon said but his friend had tuned him out after the first part, “Y/n planned it all and leant us the Yacht for the guests.”

“The yacht?” Jungkook asked, looking around at the luxury super yacht.

“14.7 million dollar yacht for Y/n’s birthday last year,” Namjoon explained to Jungkook, “She wanted a Booze Cruise.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff, “So Y/n got a yacht?”

“It comes in handy, doesn’t it?” A soft voice spoke from behind him and his breath hitched. You looked over to Namjoon, “Yeonie is looking for you.”

“The wife calls,” Namjoon said with a cheesy smile as he left you two behind.

“So, are you ready to go party with Hobi tonight?” You asked with a laugh, “I heard he’s got some former Miss Universe models coming in.”

“Oh, fun,” Jungkook said, slightly sarcastic.

“Kook, you’re not old enough to not like partying with models,” You teased making him look over at you. For a moment he wondered if what you said had a double meaning considering you were a model but he didn’t want to speak up about it.

“I’m sorry, I’m not a party animal,” Jungkook said truthfully, only a hint of joking as he looked around at the packed floor, “I think even this is too much.”

“Wow, how could you be a former Socialite if you don’t like partying?” You asked, “Is it all that time in the jungle or desert you spent alone that changed you?”

Jungkook could hear the sarcasm in your tone but he knew it wasn’t in an offensive way. He had backpacked to a small village in Indonesia for a few weeks before leaving to Nevada or Dubai—and he hated that you knew it all. He enjoyed traveling alone and experiencing things alone; he doesn’t need parties with too loud of music or too many drunks. He’s like Namjoon, they want to celebrate with their small group of friends rather than a party full of strangers who don’t even know what the occasion is.

“It might’ve,” Jungkook said, clearing his throat and checked the time.

You didn’t say much else after that and he got the impression that you grew bored talking to him. He looked at you still waiting to see if you would say something else but instead, you just looked off into the distance, not bothering to hide the sudden boredom you must have felt.

He’s sure he could have found something else to say to you but it was no use when he could see you beginning to slip away when you looked down at your cellphone with a bright smile. You didn’t utter out a goodbye as you left him behind to answer your phone, “Chimmy, I’ve missed you. How’s Morocco?”

“Warm,” Jimin said, “I’ve just finished a shoot and I believe I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Oh I won’t be home, remember?” You said as the final thing Jungkook was able to hear from you before you walked away.

Jungkook couldn’t help but look after you, thinking about who might’ve called you and how things were handled and he had to be honest, he was curious. He wasn’t attracted to you but he found you attractive… He thought you were charming and charismatic but not enough for him to want you, maybe…

The two of you just seem so different. He’s seen as the Black Sheep of the group, not because he’s not wealthy or attractive but because his past decisions have apparently been awful ones.

He was never one for parties so he wasn’t wild and defiant. He did make a declaration to leave all the money behind and pursue his dreams—something rich people were not allowed to do. Especially not if you were next in line to inherit it all like Jungkook was.

You are more free than he is and yet you like being in your bubble. You like the glamor and the responsibilities because unlike him, you know how to play both sides. Do your parents care that you’re out wasted at European raves or sailing on your yacht with a foreign prince? No, why? Because you know how to act like the innocent, perfect princess you’re supposed to be.

Jungkook can’t pretend that well. He can’t hide his tattoos or piercings or signs of nonconformity.

So, yes, he finds you attractive but he can’t let himself fall for you when he thinks you’re too different from each other. It just doesn’t stop his brain from thinking about you though.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked Taehyung who had been sandwiched between two women he couldn’t name.

Taehyung, evidently drunk, shook his head no, “Are you ready to confess your undying love for her?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, scoffing as he said, “Fuck off.”

All Taehyung did was laugh, making the girls he had his arms around laugh too and Jungkook left feeling annoyed. He was just curious to know where you were, that’s all. Namjoon and Yeonwoo are busy making their rounds, greeting and thanking everyone on the boat and his other friends were off doing their own things. He’s already spent too much time sulking by the railing, staring down at the dark blue water that he can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t want to drink to the point that he’s drunk so really, his last hope is you.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked as he went to the rooftop where Hoseok was sitting in a hot tub full of strangers. Hoseok looked like such an asshole [something Jungkook had permission to say] with his designer sunglasses and Vacheron Constantin watch, just barely above the water surface.

Hoseok barely glanced his way as he said, “I don’t know, check downstairs.”

That was all Jungkook needed to know before he was heading down to find you. It took a while of asking any person he passed by, where you might be and through all this, he couldn’t remember why he was looking for you in the first place.

He had no idea where he was going, he just found himself walking down what felt like endless corridors of rooms, following the directions of whatever housekeeper he could find. The boat really was big, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this was a simple birthday present.

“Now, who do we have here?” You looked down the empty hallway toward the man in front of you. It pained you to see just how attractive Jeon Jungkook really was.

You have to admit, he really knows how to dress for occasions. The rare times he’s photographed in some news article, he’s dressed casually, clearly trying to hide from the public eye but now that he’s back it seems his fashion has picked up. He wore a striped black flannel Dolce & Gabbana shirt tucked into cream colored slacks, and matching velvet black slippers from their newest collection.

“I’m just… wandering,” Jungkook cleared his throat, whatever excuse he had made up earlier, completely out of mind, “What happened to your dress?”

A large red stain adorned the front of your pink dress from the chest down your torso. You looked down at the stain with a roll of your eyes, “Some stupid bitch worker. She’s off the boat tomorrow.”

Jungkook widened his eyes, feeling you brush past him and down the hall, “So you’re firing someone for spilling a drink?”

“Um, this is Valento? Do you know how hard it is to get rid of a stain like this?” You asked with a slight scoff as you went to the door straight at the end, pushing your key card in to open it, “It took the dry cleaners ages last time.”

“I didn’t take you as an Outfit Repeater to be worrying about things like that,” he stopped at the door, already looking around at what was evidently the master cabin. The water out the windows was a dark, midnight blue and it reflected into the room of silver and gray. It had a walk-in closet, and king sized bed with a view of the open water and a private deck. He didn’t dare go in and put himself in personal quarters with you.

You gasped, stopping your movements of rummaging through your closet to say, “I am an environmentalist.”

He couldn’t tell if you were being serious or not and he had to fight back a grin at how un-woke you sounded considering you were ruining the planet with a private yacht of this size.

You pulled out an off-white dress, a Jaquemus piece, ‘La Robe Artichaut’, “Ugh, after this week, I am firing a lot of people.”

“What happened this time?” Jungkook asked, leaning against the doorframe watching you, waiting for you to kick him out but you just went toward the windows overlooking the dark blue ocean. As much as you claimed to not get along, you talked like old friends.

You reached your hands toward your back, attempting to undo the back of your dress on your own, “I told my assistant not to pack anything close to white and she packs this dress? I swear people can’t do anything right.”

“If people ask just say you’re supposed to match me,” Jungkook said referring to his slacks, “Yeonie won’t be mad her Maid of Honor is wearing off-white.”

“I guess,” you sighed, letting go of your dress and not bothering to look back at him as you said, “Undo the back.”

Jungkook stood silently at the door, staring at you with dark eyes. The fabric of your dress was thin and soft to the touch—he could just tell with the way your figure had so effortlessly shaped the dress. It is a real pity you had to change out of it, he’ll admit that, but now he’s been asked—no, demanded—to help you to take it off.

He has no idea why you think you could just boss him around but this seems to have always been the case. The two of you were never close in the past but the very few times you would run into each other… as much as he hated it, there was always some sort of tension there.

With your back to him, you hadn’t seen the way he silently made his way across the room, shutting the door behind him as he went right to you. You could sense his presence behind you, see his reflection in the dark window and feel his rough fingers brush against your back.

“I meant to tell you, I like your shoes,” You said casually, his fingers beginning to work the knot that tied the ribbon of your dress, “My friend wore them in Paris just a week ago.”

“Friend?” Jungkook raised a brow curiously, his eyes trained slowly on the ribbon he was ever so slowly pulling loose. His gaze shifted to your reflection in the window as he pulled a little rougher than earlier, “Is this the one you’re always running off on the phone with?”

“You mean Park Jimin?” You asked, not bothering to react at all to his roughness or his speed, “Yes, him.”

You could feel Jungkook’s deep exhale as he pulled it as loose as he could while still being appropriate, “Are you seeing him?”

A mischievous smile couldn’t help but make its way to your face as you turned to face him, holding your arms around yourself modestly, “Is that what you wanted to talk about all along? You could have asked me earlier instead of spending who knows how long looking for me.”

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself agreeing with you, and with a tense jaw he asked again, “Well, are you?”

“I’m going to get changed,” you motioned toward the door, telling him to leave, “Unless you want to help me with that too.”

A scoff left his lips as he took a step back, annoyed that you wouldn’t just answer his question and annoyed he even cared enough to ask. What did it matter to Jungkook if you took a date? He wasn’t in a relationship with you and he barely considered you a friend.

When he wasn’t here and he was traveling, he was perfectly fine not knowing a thing about you aside from whatever article or magazine you appeared in. Why now that he returns and he sees how… glamorously beautiful you are, is he curious about you?

“And just so we’re clear, no, I’m not seeing Jimin,” You told him as he walked toward the door, stopping midway to listen to you, “Because I know it would make you jealous.”

To be honest, you didn’t think he would actually be jealous, it’s just a joke. Something about you just gets under Jungkook’s skin and it wants you to push his buttons that much more. As obvious as it was that he wasn’t at all amused by your sweetness, it was your arrogant charm that seemed to get him every time.

You knew you were beautiful, you knew you had every right to be arrogant and as much as Jungkook could deny he’s attracted to you at all, it’s very noticeable. You’ve never been told no a day in your life. You’ve never been rejected either and you know Jungkook wouldn’t dare reject you if you actually went for it.

Despite how vocal he is about his distaste toward you, you can’t help but still get giddy in his presence. You just want to rile him up and know that he’s attainable to you. You’ve always had a thing for him, he was an absolute gorgeous man and he was wealthy, extremely wealthy. He was educated and had class but at the same time he was rugged and intimidating. You’ve seen the small glimpses of ink on his knuckles and you just know that under all his long sleeves, he had more to show.

Whether you felt seriously for him or if you just figured it’s a spur of the moment situation, you want him.

“Jealous?” Jungkook attempted to scoff but the word caught in his throat with some truth to it, “Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, sliding the strap of your down your shoulder, “Because then you would have to share my attention with someone else.”

Jungkook knows he should leave. You had asked him to leave yet you kept going back and forth, and it was stopping him from doing so.

He should go.

He needs to go before he does or say something he’ll regret.

If he caves in to your taunts then he’ll be disappointed in himself, like part of him was allowing his return to his old lifestyle of luxury and privilege.

“Y/n, you always say things you don’t know,” Jungkook asked you with a deep voice that had you smiling, practically feeling him give in. His gaze was dark and there was no hiding the growing tension, “And you must think you’re real cute trying to act out now that we’re alone.”

“No, I know I am,” you said, not backing away from the eye contact. “And you know it too.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook loomed over you, eyes tracing down the curve of your nose and to the slight part in your lips, “I think… I think you’re…”

You blinked up at him, “Well say it, or are you too busy thinking about kissing me?”

An annoyed huff left his lips as one of his hands pulled you toward him at your waist and the other tilted your chin up until his lips were grazing over yours. You reached toward him, making the first real press of your mouths together and there was no use in acting like he hadn’t been in fact thinking about kissing you.

Jungkook let his eyes fall shut as yours did and he pulled you closer into his chest with the hand on your jaw sliding down toward the curve of your neck, making sure you didn’t pull away just yet. You kept up with the pace he had set of slow yet hungry kisses, pulling on your lips or letting his tongue slide against yours tenderly.

“Well?” You gasped feeling his soft lips kiss along your jaw, his soft black hair brushing against your face, a light scent of his shampoo or cologne that left you feeling intoxicated. The hand he had on your waist tightened at your words, pulling away with a quiet grunt, he looked you in the eye.

“Don’t ask me any more questions,” Jungkook groaned, the taste of your lips still on his tongue and there was a light sheen of gloss coating his lips from yours.

It’s shameful for him to admit how easy it was for you to break him down into every other man who seems to fall at your feet when given the chance. This is exactly what he didn’t want and now he’s pulling the godforsaken stained dress he undid and watching it slip down your body, revealing your naked form to his hungry eyes.

Above your bedroom was a deck filled with people celebrating the soon-to-be newlyweds while the Best Man and Maid of Honor are in the master cabin, half undressed, and stumbling onto the bed.

Jungkook was gentle but firm, he wasted no time popping the buttons of his shirt open, exposing the toned muscles of his body and the ink covering most of his arm. Your eyes scanned the markings, surprise and wonder evident on your face with how well he managed to hide how much he’s gotten done since he left.

“Surprised?” Jungkook asked, eyes low when your hands ran over his slacks, pulling at his belt and nails lightly scratching at his abdomen. His voice dripped with arousal when you sat up from beneath him, pressing light butterfly kisses to his abs and tattoos.

“You always surprise me,” You admitted, not as teasing as before but with a hint of playfulness still there. You looked up from his chest, the height of your sitting form and his standing one looked endless as he towered over you. “For instance, I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you in my bed.”

You kissed along his neck now, sitting on your knees to reach him better and nipping at his sensitive spots. His hand tightened around the neck of your head, not pulling your hair but definitely getting your eyes on his, “Why do your words sound so dirty when you say them so… “

Jungkook couldn’t even finish his sentence before succumbing to you once more and kissing your lips. With little force applied, he was laying you back down on the bed with his tattooed and muscular body just melting into yours effortlessly. With one hand on your neck and the other sliding down to the curve of your thigh, it felt like he was all over you.

“Let’s take this off you,” Jungkook murmured between kisses down your neck as he began to finally take off the ruined dress that had been in his way since you got him to undo it in the first place, “You’ve been teasing me with this since earlier.”

“Maybe because I wanted to see you get worked up,” you sighed as you made yourself comfortable on the king side bed, your body slowly unveiled to his hungry eyes. Once he had pulled the dress off you completely and threw it to the side, sitting up between your spread legs and staring.

Jungkook didn’t bother with discreteness as he eyed down your naked body still in shock that he was seeing it before him. Your breasts were on full display and the only piece of fabric hiding you was a thin lace underwear that felt so nimble and soft under his fingertips, so easy for him to just tear off of you. You looked gorgeous laying so pliantly underneath him and he couldn’t help but let his hands slide down from your bent knees to your inner thighs.

“Did it work?” You asked just above a whisper as he hovered over you, leaving needy kisses between your breasts while he tugged at the hem of your panties until he was sliding them down your legs.

“It really fucking worked,” Jungkook groaned as he cupped your boobs in his hands, letting his tongue lick at your pert nipples and feeling the way they stiffened underneath him. Your hands went to his hair, legs nearly wrapping around his torso when you felt his teeth lightly press into your nipple, sucking and tugging when needed.

His kisses began to run down toward your navel with his hands replacing his lips and kneading your breasts in the palm of them while he moved down to lay between your legs, “I want a taste, pretty girl.”

“Then get one,” you said in a whiny tone that had his big rounded eyes turning to look at you with surprise. A knowing smirk falling on his lips as he lifted your knees and pulled your thighs apart as far as they could go until he was eye level with your pretty cunt. Jungkook was never one to stop and tease when he needed sex, he had a tendency to get a little rough and take what he wants but it’s so hard to move it along when he’s met with the sight of you laying so pretty for him. He could tell your patience was running thin with how long he was taking to do anything and just before he felt you close to snapping at him, he leaned into you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped in surprise with the sudden swipe at your clit by Jungkook’a flattened, long tongue and you’ll admit it caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You couldn’t see the way he smiled as his hands circled around your thighs, repeating his teasing flick of his tongue, feeling the way your folds began to react to him.

He felt your fingers run through his soft hair for anchor and for some reason that slight grip you had on him had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let himself get lost in the taste of your pussy. No longer up for any sense of teasing, Jungkook lets his mouth fall open, kissing your wet heat with his tongue pressing between your folds and finding your clit. Your hips were slowly bucking into his face, showing him just how much you liked his tongue and he knew just what to do to have you coming undone underneath him.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips wrapped around the hard bud while his tongue swiped against the tip of it. He began a repetition of that and grazing his teeth ever so softly against your sensitive folds knowing he found your weak spot when he sucked your labia into his mouth and had your soft moans filling the cabin.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair roughly, “Oh god.”

He didn’t dare pull his mouth off you to give you a response and instead let his actions grow rougher. He unwrapped a hand from around your thigh and slipped it down to your pussy where he let his finger begin to draw patterns into your labia, so close to your entrance that he could feel your arousal quite literally leak out of you.

Your body was filled by pleasure that Jungkook was bringing you and you couldn’t help but bring your free hand to your neglected chest, trying to fill the void that Jungkook’s hand had left as you groped your breasts. Jungkook looked up completely enamored with the way you played with yourself while he ate you out and without any second thoughts, he pressed his long middle finger into your waiting cunt.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss along your pelvis, “Cum for me, darling.”

“Jungkook,” you whined as he pushed a second finger in, hooking them upwardward just past your pubic bone and finding that soft, spongy spot with ease. With the way your walls fluttered around his fingers, he knew you were close and all it took was his lips around your clit while thrusting into that pleasure spot of yours, for you to wrap your legs around his shoulders and shake with release, “Oh my god.”

“Mm,” Jungkook groaned with pleasure, feeling your arousal flood his fingers in your release. He looked down at his wet hand, bringing it to his lips where he licked off the release that threatened to drip down his forearm, “Sweet.”

You looked like a mess trying to catch your breath and come to understand what had just happened between you to think too long about the fact that he was pressing his fingers into your waiting mouth till you licked your own release off him. He lifted a brow as your tongue circled around his fingers while sucking on them with your cheeks hollowed in. It had his breath hitching, trying to pull his fingers back out before he came just from that and began to pull at his own pants.

“Condom?” He asked in an unusually low and raspy tone. You blinked, “It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”

He didn’t press for more as he kicked his slacks and briefs off, hard cock pointed up stiffly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. You wanted to wrap your lips around him and take him deep in your mouth because his dick was surprisingly so fucking pretty you just needed it desperately.

With your mind decided, you attempted to sit up when he pushed you back down, cock in his hand as he gave himself a couple strokes to relieve some tension and pulled your legs apart, “I need you now.”

“Impatient, are we?” You asked with a laugh, making yourself relax when you felt his cock head brush against your exposed clit. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to what you said as much as he was to the way his mushroom tip fit perfectly between your folds.

A soft gasp left your lips as he pushed it against your clit, playing with your labia and letting the clear liquid that dripped out of his tip, coat your clit.

“Fuck,” Jungkook took a deep breath as his cock nearly slipped inside of you, playing with your earlier release to cover his length in it, “Such a pretty pussy.”

With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you grew tired of his teasing and with a quick hook of your leg around his slim waist, you pushed his cock into you eliciting a deep groan [almost growl] to slip from his lips, “Fucking hell, Y/n.”

“You were taking too long,” you moaned, legs falling back again as you tried to ease the slight pain that came from his thick member entering your tight walls. Jungkook’s hair was brushing against your face as he looked down at the way you took him in, “I was trying to be gentle.”

“Did I ask you to be?” You asked with a scoff. Jungkook rolled his eyes, spreading his legs further apart and digging his knees into the bed for support as he covered you with his body, laying down to plant a quick kiss to your lips. “Brat.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” your manicured nails traced down his back until your hands were under his thighs as if ready to make him move on your own, “Are you going to fuck me yet?”

He couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief, an amused smile on his face and without saying a word, he pulled out until on his tip was past your ring of nerves, and suddenly pushed back in. Your lips fell open in a silent gasp as your eyes locked with his and he smirked.

“You need it that bad?” Jungkook asked as he pulled your legs up, pressing them toward your chest and holding them down with his arms as he kissed your neck, dragging his cock back out, “How bad?”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, trying to move your hips but in this position it was useless, “Start moving.”

“Make me,” he kissed the tip of your nose, slowly sliding himself back in just a little. You rolled your eyes, moving your hand to hide your face as you felt yourself getting annoyed.

Jungkook was smiling like this was all just so amusing to him and with his lip pulled between his teeth, he thrusted in with little restraint, starting a slow yet steady rhythm, “Don’t hide your face, darling. I wanna see the Y/n L/n moaning for me.”

“Fuck you,” you shook your head feeling your pussy tighten around him with your legs pulled to your chest unable to escape his thrusts that were becoming more rough by the second.

“Come on darling, you can do it,” Jungkook groaned, feeling like he was on cloud 9 from the way your pussy took him in. He doesn’t know how to explain it but he felt really fucking good right now. He’s not sure if it’s that he hasn’t had sex in a while, or if it had something to do with the fact that it was you, but he was fucking you with all his energy, letting himself relax and just feel good in the moment.

“Jungkook,” you moaned his name, hand slipping from your face so you could wrap it around his neck, “Kiss me.”

“Kiss?” He asked, out of breath as his rhythm faltered and without thinking, he let go of your legs and let them fall back onto the bed as he tilted your chin up with a hand to kiss you. He set his other hand down on the bed for support, getting lost between your lips and your tight pussy.

Jungkook’s tongue licked against yours swallowing your moans, “Y/n, it’s s’good.”

“Mhm,” you circled your legs around him, “Fuck.”

Jungkook kissed down your neck, hands sneaking down to your waist and with one swift movement, rolled onto his back with you on top. He needed a change of pace because if he kept going, he would cum sooner than he wanted to and he needed you to cum one more time for him so if that meant letting you get in top, he would.

And it had been such a good idea because the sight of you sitting on his cock, leaning back and placing your hands on his thighs instead of chest, made him more excited. Your knees dug into the bed and with your fingers scratching at his muscular thighs and raised your hips, lifting yourself off his cock before plunging him back in.

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the pillows, a hand on your hip but not daring to take control, “That’s it darling, fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Jungkook,” the new position was having him reach newer parts inside you that had your thighs shaking, “I’m so close.”

“Take it,” Jungkook growled, holding you in place as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck up into you, “Take my fucking dick, fuck.”

“Oh my god,” you fell forward, hands scratching at his chest, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, “I—I can’t. Jungkook, baby, oh my—“

“Take it,” he groaned, grabbing your hips harshly and moving once again so he was on top, thrusting into you despite how hard it was getting to pull out of your tight walls, “Take it.”

“I—I,” your lips fell open in a loud cry, pinching his biceps for stability, and felt your walls come undone. For the second time in less than hour, your orgasm hit you hard. Jungkook released a string of grunts, feeling your pussy convulse around him and his cock was greeted with a flood of warmth that had his legs shaking, trying to support him but he couldn’t take it. He barely had time to slip out before he was letting go, his cum dribbling down to your thighs as he let out one final moan of your name.

His body seemed to collapse down next to yours, panting and out of breath, “Fuck.”

The two of you were a mess, sweaty and sore and all you wanted to do was lay down and possibly sleep but where you were did not go past you unnoticed. You searched around for your cellphone, knowing you set it down somewhere before trying to change and found it on your nightstand with six missed calls from the Bride-To-Be.

Jungkook took a deep breath, sitting up and looking down at the mess the two of you made on the bed. He got up, not bothering with covering himself up as he found a towel and tried cleaning himself off with it while you got on your phone.

“Duty calls,” you joked with a sigh as he came to your side and began to wipe down your thighs. Yeonwoo sent you a dozen messages talking about a midlife crisis of some sorts. You sat up carefully, thanking him for handing you your robe and you slipped it on.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked with an awkward clear of his throat as he began putting on his clothes again. He’ll admit he was taking his time getting dressed and you left to the bathroom to freshen up.

“I don’t know, something with the gift boxes for everyone. I think Yeonie’s assistant forgot them,” you told him as you found new underwear to wear, making sure you were cleaned before putting them on. You left the door to the bathroom open to talk to him but you still changed into the white Jacquemus dress from earlier.

You walked up to him and he got the memo about zipping your back up and this time he couldn’t help but lean down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade, “Are you going up yet?”

“I’m gonna touch up my makeup first,” you told him honestly, “You go ahead.”

When Jungkook reached upstairs again, finding the party just as he left it earlier, it’s like nobody noticed he had even left for so long. They were all too focused on your new dress — which Yeonwoo absolutely adored on you. He found a glass of champagne and tried to escape from the swarm of people trying to hold a conversation with him when he wasn’t thinking clearly at all.

Unfortunately for the two of you, the matching off-white shade of your clothing and the sudden mark on his neck wasn’t lost on anyone else. Soon, pictures from every angle possible would paint a story neither of you wanted.

There was a sense of guilt that came with disassociating yourself from your best friend’s wedding plans. Jungkook could barely remember what they had done once they got to the island after a surprising night of visiting your cabin.

He hasn’t had an actual conversation with you since that night and he has to be honest and say, he barely remembers the actual wedding. He hadn’t seen you since the yacht before being dragged away by Hoseok the following day to do some activities for Namjoon’s groomsmen. You had gone to do your Maid of Honor duties and he’s felt out-of-loop since.

The entire day had been packed with things to do and he’s aware he looked dashing in every photo the photographers took of him in his 12,000$ Kiton suit. The matching suits they all wore made the groomsmen look classy and cohesive while the Balmain dresses the bridesmaids wore made them elegant and surreal—well at least for you.

That’s what he thinks is the problem.

His best friends got married and yet all he was able to think about was you. It didn’t help that despite the wedding being on a private island, there was still press everywhere, capturing every angle of this beautiful matrimony between nepo babies.

The reception had been filled with various questions from various interviewers that left all your shared friends staring at you suspiciously—especially when questions of the hickey on his neck came forward.

As awful as it sounded considering the 46 million dollar wedding in the mountains of an island was stunning, he could barely remember half of what hadn’t been photographed. He left the day after the wedding with an excuse that he had things to take care of where he’s currently at and his friends bid him farewell.

He got to the mainland a day before the others and it gave him time to return home before he left on another voyage alone.

“How was the wedding?” His older brother asked, swinging his mallet just slightly, trying to find his nail before shooting the ball through the hoop, “I can't believe I was caught up in meetings all week in Tokyo.”

Jungkook looked oddly bright today compared to how he felt and he didn’t want to say it was because his casual and boring clothes he wore abroad stuck out here in ways he didn’t like. That’s why today—his last day home—he visited his family’s 150 acre estate for a game of Croquet and possibly tennis, wearing a matcha colored Loro Piana cashmere polo with short sleeves.

“Um, it was great,” Jungkook said as he brought his cigarette to his lips and lighting the end before inhaling.

“That’s it?” JungHyun asked with a scoff as he motioned for Jungkook to take his turn and he took his brother’s cigarette, “Did you have an orgy with any models or were you your usual gentleman self that won the crowd against me?”

His older brother had been well known in his younger days for many reasons, his partying, his charm, his youth and education. When he was in his mid twenties, you could always catch him in some article their parents tried taking down in regards to driving under the influence or insulting a server. Unlike Jungkook who preferred a quiet life he could escape to, his brother did not and now he’s some big shot finance guy because his attitude growing up had ruined his chance of inheriting everything from their grandparents. Now it will all go to Jungkook—something they’re all aware of—and maybe that’s why JungHyun makes snide remarks here and there.

He’s not asking about the wedding because he’s curious, he’s bitter that despite his perfect appearance and Jungkook’s more intimidating kind, Jungkook was still the most well-mannered of the two and therefore the favorite—if only he stayed and fulfilled his duties.

“No orgy,” Jungkook said with a hint of disgust as he finished his round of the game, one step closer to winning, “Just Y/n.”

JungHyun had been mid-swing when he mentioned you and his aim went astray making him miss the next ring, “What do you mean just Y/n?”

“I slept with her—“

A loud and annoying laugh cut him off as JungHyun let his mallet go, “Ah, so you can’t remember the events of your best friend’s wedding because you were too busy sleeping with the nation’s sweetheart? Oh I cannot wait till father hears about this, maybe your wedding is next and then you’ll finally step up to the plate.”

Jungkook scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means now that you’re back, and dating the richest girl in the country, there’s no way Father won’t hand you down the company now,” JungHyun said bitterly, “And everyone said you running away would be a bad thing, but clearly it’s reminded you of who you are.”

“I’m not… I’m not staying,” Jungkook said, “I leave tomorrow but I wanted to see you all. And Y/n and I aren’t going to date, it was a… um.”

“Mistake?” JungHyun asked, “Jungkook, don’t be an idiot. You’ve been obsessed with her for years.”

“I have not.”

“You have, you just don’t want to admit that all your talk about being independent and leaving the money behind to be free was complete bullshit,” JungHyun said with a scoff, “Or why would you mess around with her of all people. A relationship with Y/n is going to put you at the top once again and there’s nothing that won’t be handed to you—and she’s someone mother would approve.”

“You’re dramatic,” Jungkook huffed, “One night doesn’t mean we’re dating or getting married or any of that other shit. I still don’t want to run the business… I just want, I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you never know what you want,” JungHyun said, “But whatever, if you’re set on running away again, so be it. I’m tired of trying to make you see how you blindly follow along with everything you seem to hate.”

“Master, your wife is on line three and she’s wondering who is picking up the kids.”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” JungHyun groaned, annoyed and no longer interested in talking to his little brother, “The driver?”

Jungkook watched his brother leave him behind and with a defeated sigh, he left.

“So are you leaving?” Youngi asked him as he watched the bubbles in his pink champagne, “Or have you changed your mind?”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” Jungkook said stiffly as he fixed the suit jacket he was currently getting fit into, “I’m just postponing my leave but I have a few things to take care of here.”

“Like with you and Y/n?” Youngi asked, making sure the fitting room at Dolce & Gabbana was empty aside from just them two. Jungkook didn’t even flinch at the mention of you. Since the two arrived at this store his vision has been filled with large framed photos of you and your dear friend Park Jimin all over the store. Apparently you were one of the brand’s favorite Ambassadors and they made it known you modeled their products. Right now he’s facing the mirror with a picture of you modeling a satin baldonétte bra and high waisted panties. You looked beautiful and seductive and its been hard for him to not just stare at all your pictures since he got here. Now Yoongi is attempting to bring you up and he refuses to give in to the extent his relationship with you has gone.

You haven’t even spoken since the wedding and even that had just been an exchange of pleasantries and no real depth to either of your words.

“No, with my father,” Jungkook said stiffly as he shrugged off the suit jacket and called in the stylist to find something else. Yoongi sat up in his seat slightly more interested, “Really? About what? Don’t tell me you're back in the running.”

“We're going to discuss it,” Jungkook mumbled to himself.

He wanted to make one thing clear, his decision to seek out his father and work out some sort of plan where he can get back into the job he had been assigned to do, while also having freedom had absolutely nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with the fact that you’re here, and he’s interested in you, and that it would be his parent’s dream for him to stay and be in a relationship with you and also take over the business finally…

This was his decision because his brother’s right. He can't just keep running away.

“And what do you mean, with Y/n?” Jungkook asked, clearing his throat awkwardly as he glanced up at your five foot photo framed above the mirror, remembering the shape of your body against his, moaning his name and tightening your walls around him.

“Haven’t you heard the rumors?” Youngi asked as he got on his phone, “It seems as though you have competition.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told more as he took Yoongi’s phone from his outstretched hand and read what was on the screen with furrowed brows.

At the end of the article, in big, fat letters, the conclusion said: ‘Now the question is, will L/n choose the best friend, Park Jimin, or the elegant and influential Best Man, Jeon Jungkook—possibly as the country’s newest IT couple?’

When he gave Yoongi his phone back, there was no denying the sudden irritation that contorted his features. It’s not like he expected this to not happen but… he doesn’t like what they’re implying. Yoongi studied him closely to see if he would get a response, but Jungkook gave nothing away. Instead he just ordered the tailor to pack the two suits he tried on so he could buy both, “I’ll meet you out there.”

Yoongi left Jungkook to get changed and while he stood alone in the fitting room staring up at your boudoir photos framed around him, he took his phone and dialed your number.

“Hello?” Your end of the call sounded hectic, louder and busier than his did. You were in the middle of an interview for Vogue and were taking a short break. It seemed like he called at just the right time since you were getting your makeup touched up.

“Are you busy?” Jungkook asked with a sharp tone that fell on deaf ears when the call went silent for a moment. He really did admire the photo of you, remembering just what it was like to trace his hands along your figure.

“Who is this?” You finally asked, making his jaw clench slightly.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Oh you see, I wouldn’t have known that considering you didn’t even say a hello or anything,” You told him in a sarcastic tone that made him want to smile but also roll his eyes, “Besides, I am busy.”

As if on cue, the call of your name in the background made your claim concrete. He bit his lip in thought, wondering what it was you were doing and how long it would take, “When can I see you?”

A smile played on your lips as you held up a finger to your assistant who was trying to hurry you along, “Did you make an appointment with my assistant?”

He couldn’t help but scoff as his gaze turned toward a glare, practically imagining that picture of you smiling at him, “I didn’t know I needed one, darling. When can I schedule one?”

“I’m not sure, i'll let you know,” you said and before Jungkook could respond, the call ended and he was left in shock that you just hung up on him. He gathered his things and met Yoongi outside to pay, completely bewildered by the fact that you just hung up on him so easily. He knows you haven’t spoken since the night of the wedding where you were forced to speak but this is all he gets?

“What took you so long?” Yoongi asked as they left Dolce & Gabbana with new things.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Appointment scheduled for, 6:30 pm today, L/n Residence @ the Northbrook Estates

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief at the confirmation of an appointed meeting with you tonight.

The night on the yacht had been unexpected yet also long-awaited and now that its done with, neither of you seemed to know what to do about it. You wont lie and say you didn’t enjoy that moment with him but you were also realistic. You and Jungkook would just never work out, you’re too different on the outside and that’s why you’re so confused now as to why he called you.

“So, Y/n, its been a busy season for you this year,” an interviewer said as the camera zoomed in on your expression as they continued, “Not only did you walk thirteen shows but I hear you also celebrated your close friends wedding. How was that? You must have been exhausted.”

“You know it was a lot but it was exciting, I hold my friends dearly and I’m just thankful I was able to make time for such an event,” you said and you’ll admit your response sounded scripted. You didn’t dive too deeply which is what you’re sure the interviewer wanted. You should have known that this stupid interview wouldn’t just be about your newly established modeling career.

Whether you’ve become Model of the Year for your catwalk, or for nepotism, you didn’t are much either way. All you cared about was the fact that the interviewer has found a way to slip in questions they didn’t need to know. It’s like you can just sense the things they’ll ask and have already prepared and calculated the exact responses you need to give.

“Of course, and what a star-studded party,” the interviewer continued, “The Best Man being Jeon Jungkook must have been exciting for you.”

“Well, we’ve all known each other for a long time now so…” You cleared your throat, looking a bit disinterested.

“Yes, of course,” the interviewer said with a nervous laugh, “And pardon me, Y/n, but I just have to ask, did anything happen between the two of you on this very intimate trip?”

Your smile strained but you never looked anything less than sweet as you said, “We are all just very close friends. Most of them have supported me in modeling.”

It was a clear attempt on your part to direct the conversation back to what it was supposed to be about. She ignored your last comment and said, “So… I guess we’re all curious, some pictures from the parties were released of the two of you awfully close in certain open waters, and an evident hickey on his neck—not to mention the matching clothes, please, is there something between you and the heir of Jeon Corporation?”

“Nothing that should concern you, no,” you smiled sweetly and the interviewer seemed to freeze up, unsure if she had gone too far in her questions.

Silence filled the space around them and there was no way to cut these parts out since it was a video shoot and after a while of the interviewer struggling to find which questions to ask, a person who worked for you stepped forward, “How about another short break?”

The interviewer released a shaky breath while the both of you made your way off camera and your glam team was quick to touch up your hair and makeup as the director of the shoot approached you, “Y/n darling, how are we feeling?”

“Annoyed,” you answered honestly, “I thought this was supposed to be about my modeling.”

“You’re absolutely right, darling, we apologize for any mistake we’ve done on our part, I—She must have taken it as an opportunity to ask her own questions and I promise you, we will have a deep conversation about this. We aren’t TMZ…” the director said and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m done filming if she’ll be the one continuing the interview,” You told him as you began to walk away from him, not caring for the excuses or whatever and you can hear your publicist repeat your words to him.

It wasn’t even that she was bad at her job or that she asked anything too deep but she just quickly got on your bad side with her persistence to not let the subject drop.

In the end you got your wish and filming ended smoothly before you were driven away to whatever was next in your schedule, trying not to think about the interview or the fact that there was a chance you would be seeing Jungkook later.

Things are evidently strange between you two and its not like you’ve been blind to the articles or posts about you but you don’t want to address anything. That night on the yacht seems like a fluke and like it shouldn’t have happened at all despite how you felt in the moment. Your parents aren’t the type to be invested in what is put in the tabloids but when their lifelong, country club going, friends call them and ask if there’s anything between you and Jeon Corporation’s Jungkook, they’re going to want answers.

It was just one night, one night where the two of you put aside whatever indifference you had toward each other just so you could release tension and this is the consequence for that. Of course everyone would want to know and of course no one was able to turn a blind eye to you. Even Yeonwoo managed to ask what you had been doing in the cabins withJungkook or so long that night and even when you tried to ignore her she kept pressing you for an answer.

In truth you had nothing to say. You were both adults and it didn’t matter if anyone else was dying to know if there was anything going on between you.

You resented each other.

You had sex.

Plus, he’s going to leave soon and you don’t think that bothers you?

When your driver pulled up to the tall skyscraper you called home, you headed inside alone.

“Good evening, Miss L/n,” the lobbyist held the door open for you, “You have a visitor waiting in the lobby.”

Your brows furrowed, checking the time before heading to the library where sure enough, Jeon Jungkook was sitting by the fireplace reading whatever magazine was set out for him. At the sound of your Miu Miu kitten heels, he turned staring at you with his big rounded eyes being the only thing you could see beside his face mask, “You’re early.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek in greeting and you did the same, he joined you in the elevator and said, “I like to get to my appointments early.”

“You’re lucky my shoot ended early or else you might have had to wait outside like a dog,” you teased as you pushed the button for the top floor where your penthouse was located. As part of the infinite amount of wealth your family has, you also dabble in real estate, mostly in the country as luxury apartments but you do have some homes overseas: Paris, New York, Argentina, etc.

The place you call home is a top floor penthouse with terrace and rooftop. The floor in which it was located was completely shut off for just you and included a private gym, yoga studio, three walk-in closets, and on top of that an elevator parking garage with a Mary Kay Pink Rolls Royce sitting pretty inside it.

Jungkook has never stepped foot in your home before and it was overwhelmingly stunning with four bedrooms, two living rooms (one on the top floor and one on the main floor too), an open kitchen, poolside terrace, and five bathrooms. You lived in ultimate modern luxury with traditional themes throughout the home like its hand carved wooden furniture and expensive marble walls.

“Is this different from your little magic treehouse in the woods you ran off to?” You asked, tempted to push his buttons as you removed your coat and handed it to your housekeeper who waited at the door.

“Well, considering my magic treehouse is worth 2.6 million dollars, no I wouldn’t consider this that different from it,” Jungkook couldn’t help but boast, feeling like he’s competing. It’s like when he was in school and the students would brag about whatever exotic trip they got to go in the summer and he would have to make sure to tell them what he did was better. “Maybe I’ll bring you with someday.”

Fuck. Why did he say that? Why is he indulging in any of this in the first place? You and Jungkook should never be together, right?

“Speaking of which, I thought you would have ran off now that the wedding is over,” You said as you mumbled something to the housekeeper making her leave, “Drink?”

“Water is fine,” Jungkook said as he made his way down to your 70’s inspired talking pit of suede Anabei sectional couches, “And I thought I would have been gone by now too”

“What changed?” You skied curiously, “Don’t tell me it's because you would miss me.”

You held your hand to your chest as if to seem touched by the thought and Jungkook just rolled his eyes as you continued, “How would all the other girls feel knowing I’m keeping you here?”

Jungkook scoffed as he practically pushed your legs off his lap, “Can you not joke for just one second?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if part of you felt confused wondering if this was supposed to be a serious moment or not. Jungkook huffed, running his fingers through his black hair, “I’m here because I wanted to talk to you about all those articles. My parents are working on taking those down, are you okay?”

Your eyebrows knitted together with confusion, “Me? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’ve never seen anything bad written about you and suddenly you’re being painted as a two-timer by spending a night with me while also… doing whatever it is you do with that friend of yours.” He was not jealous. He swears.

To be clear, there really is nothing going on with you and Jimin. You’re just two friends in the modeling world who happen to like attending secret parties together and maybe making out drunkenly every now and then. That’s it. You’ve never slept with him and Jimin has too many girls on his line for you to ever consider him.

“I’ll survive,” You mumbled as you looked over at him, seeing him in deep thought.

“I’m thinking of staying a while longer,” Jungkook said suddenly with a clear of his throat.

Jungkook was not the shy type and to be honest he’s not even sure why he’s letting you know [as if it made a difference] but the words just slipped out.

He did not like you.

Well, he didn’t like you like that. It sounds harsh he’s well aware of that but he was never romantically attracted to you before so how is he going to suddenly feel that way after only a week in contact again. Maybe it was just unresolved sexual tension after years of feeling that way but that can’t be the only thing that’s making him want to revert back to what his life was like before he left to live on his own.

He escaped all this so that he could live somewhere quietly and do what he really wanted to do without worrying about anything else. Now he’s contemplating moving back and possibly involving himself with his father’s business again. Too much is going on for him to understand why.

“For how long?” you asked as your fingers began to softly run through the ends of his hair making him look at you. You couldn’t hide your curiosity and how close the two of you are.

When he had pulled you down to sit with him, it was with your legs thrown over his lap which he had been caressing every now and then.

An arrogant smirk formed on his lips as he licked them, tapping your calf lightly, “How long do you want me here?”

Fuck, Jungkook is staying to get back in business… not for you.

It’s not for you.

It’s not for yo—

His breath hitched as a sudden weight shifted to his lap, his hands immediately went to your waist, helping you get comfortable on him. It’s embarrassing the way Jungkook didn’t hesitate to reach for you when you sat on his lap feeling your arms thrown around his neck, “Here as in…”

You looked down at the short skirt you wore which rolled up a little from how your legs straddled his thighs and said, “Under me?”

A scoff in disbelief left his lips as he couldn’t help but laugh, sliding your hips closer, “Yeah.”

It was attractive the way your conversations never seemed to fall unless you wanted them to. It was a constant cat and mouse game, banter back and forth and he catches on quickly.

You couldn’t help it, okay. Anytime you would see pictures of Jungkook since he left, he was always in a hoodie and sweats or something that just hid his entire body. Right now he’s wearing this Christian Dior white button-up shirt [which he rolled the sleeves up at some point since he got here] and it was messily untucking from his black slacks and he looks so hot right now. His hair was messy in a sexy way and he looked just like he used to, except this time with tattoos and a different sense of maturity.

Without wasting another moment debating if you should or shouldn’t, you leaned down and kissed him. Jungkook’s lips parted against yours, stretching his neck to kiss you with more need. Unlike the first night you kissed, this one wasn’t as rushed and angry. He took his time longer, pulling your bottom lip between his and doing it over again.

You pressed your chest against his, with your tongue swiping against his lip teasingly until you met his. Jungkook’s hands pinched the satin fabric of your skirt, feeling it tighten and rise, unable to stop the growing desire he was feeling for you. His briefs were getting tighter every time you shifted on his lap and whatever he had been thinking before you started making out.

“You want to play?” He asked, shifting his head to deepen the kiss without bumping noses. You pulled away feeling desperate to catch your breath as his kisses began to travel down toward your exposed neck, licking and nipping under your jaw while beginning to make

“Maybe,” you sighed in pleasure, running your hands through his hair when you felt him kiss down your collarbone, closer and closer down the deep-v in your Miu Miu chiffon top. The strap to your shirt slipped down your shoulder as Jungkook’s rough fingers traced down the side of your arms.

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to go back to kiss your lips as you felt his growing erection press into you. It was hard for him to ignore the fact that the only thing covering what was under your skirt was a flimsy, thin piece of lace he shifted you closer until his bulge was tucked between your legs, placing your hips right over where he wanted them to be. Now that he moved you, his outline was more evident and had you grinding along him.

Jungkook released a groan with a sharp breath once he felt that sudden move and he couldn’t help but buck his hips against you, feeling the fabric of his briefs constrict his hardened cock. It was a frustrating feeling yet he felt so eager with his tongue down your throat and his covered dick tucked nicely between your covered folds that he couldn’t even think to stop and remove the layers.

His lips were feeling swollen against yours yet he didn’t want to pull away, the friction he was getting from the way you humped him was turning him on with how needy it felt. You kissed along his jaw, grinding against his aching dick while your nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt.

“God damn,” Jungkook groaned as he threw his head back, relishing in the way your hips moved expertly against him while kissing down his naked chest. He slid his ass down your back, stopping over your butt and pulling your skirt out of the way for him to get a better feel of you underneath. With firm hands, he turned your sensual grinding into harsher and more deep movements that he met with his hips.

He’s not sure he could take just this any longer. Anytime he’s with you now it’s like he can’t do anything but fall for you and despite how annoying it is, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. Instead, he welcomes it and right now all he wants to do and rip off the remaining layers between you so he could have your legs wrapped around him once more. It’s only been days since the first time and he has not been able to stop thinking about it.

The day of the wedding he had been so distracted by you that he barely remembers any of it and now his best friends are on their honeymoon and he’s here thinking about you again.

Giving up on arguing how much he wants to have you, he wanted to get your clothes off and you were letting him. His hands had barely made it to the end of your top, ready to pull it off, when a loud ringtone cut through the living room, echoing off the walls and hard to ignore. The two of you looked at each other confused.

He sat up, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone, annoyed that someone had thought to call him.

“Answer,” you said breathlessly as you looked at the caller, already sliding yourself off his lap.

“It’s just Hobi,” Jungkook said, letting out a huff in annoyance as he set his phone back down, turning to kiss you but it rang once again. Your eyes met his and he begrudgingly grabbed his phone and swiped to answer, “Hello?”

“Hey man, I just got off the phone with your Yoongi,” Hoseok said as he sat in a large closet filled with designer clothes, “And why am I always the last to know if you’re leaving or not?”

“What?” Jungkook looked visibly annoyed with his scrunched brows and tense jaw and for some reason that made him hotter to you. His shirt was undone completely and his belt was halfway pulled off and with his legs spread, it was very hard to ignore his hard on.

Your eyes softened with curiosity and you couldn’t help but bite down on your bottom lip as you decided to just go for it. First, your hand rested on his thigh as he listened to whatever Hoseok said, but slowly you made your way toward his bulge.

“You’re gonna start working with your dad again?” Hoseok asked, unaware of the way Jungkook’s attention had drifted down to the palm of your hand, right over his dick. Your fingers pressed against the underside of his member, massaging your palm into it and feeling the way his hips raised. “What happened to not caring about the money and the company and all that blah blah blah?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but roll his eyes, snapping back to his friend instead of what was going on. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tightening their grip as if in warning. It was a useless attempt considering he tried helping you pull his belt off and saying, “Come on man, it was never like that.”

He could hear his own tone falter somewhere between lying and having his cock free from the confines of his tight briefs with your hand feeling him.

Hoseok laughed, debating what suit he should wear, “No, it’s exactly like that.”

Jungkook’s hand went to your head, softly caressing you as you kissed down his navel, your hand wet with spit, jerking him off while licking just above his dick. He didn’t bother with a response to his friend as he continued speaking anyway, “Is it true you and our princess are messing around? It’s all over the tabloids.”

Sarcasm was evident in Hoseok’s tone but Jungkook was too focused on your tongue licking up the length of his hard cock, wetting it with spit that made your hand movements smoother.

“Look I get it, you’ve had all this tension something was bound to happen but damn, why didn’t you tell me that either?” Hoseok asked with evident shock, unaware of the blowjob his friend was receiving on the other end. Your lips were wrapped tightly around his length and with your hand too, it was hard for Jungkook to keep his reactions to a minimum.

“Hobi, I—I, yknow I just,” Jungkook cleared his throat uncomfortably to hide an evident groan. He was beginning to fidget under your ministrations, especially when you squeezed under his cock, massaging his balls, “Sorry.”

“Sorry?! That’s all you gotta say after chewing me out for giving you condoms as a joke.” Hoseok was lying in a pile of Louis Vuitton suits on the floor, engrossed in his one-sided conversation, “Our friendship seems one-sided buddy. I thought when you came up to me… I thought, ‘Hey, maybe my good buddy Jungkook will get in this dandy hot tub with me’ but no, you know what you do instead? You ask where Y/n is! God I should’ve known—“

Jungkook threw his head back in a mixture of pleasure and obvious irritation that he couldn’t take it anymore. His finger pressed into the red button and the call was cut to end suddenly. As soon as his phone hit the couch, you pulled off his length with a deep huff for air, “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“He’ll get over it,” Jungkook mumbled as he reached for your hand to pull you toward him, “Come here.”

“I’m not done,” you leaned away from the kiss he was trying to give you but his hand held your head in place, not caring to kiss the lips that had just been around his hard dick. Jungkook wasn’t as gentle as his need grew heavier and with a strategic pull at your top, it ripped down the back, “Jungkook!”

“What?” He asked with a giddy smile, tempted to be playful, “It was in my way.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to take your skirt off yourself and prevent another hazard while Jungkook finished undressing himself. “It was custom, asshole.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped with worry, lips parted in surprise until you burst out into a laugh and fell onto his lap, “You should see the look on your face.”

“Ha ha, don’t scare me like that,” Jungkook chuckled, “I was already thinking about the fortune I would have to pay to fix that.”

“Jungkook,” you ignored the fact that the two of you were naked, in the middle of an intimate moment and asked, “What did you mean earlier?”

“When?” Jungkook asked, caressing your leg, “About staying? Yeah, I’m serious.”

“You are?” You crossed your arms over your bare chest, “Why?”

“Why?” He was visibly taken back, “What do you mean why?”

“I mean… just a few days ago you were adamant on leaving right after the wedding and when you left the resort before everyone else we all kind of figured you had left but you’re here now and…” You took a deep breath in thought.

“Do you want me to leave?” Jungkook asked, sounding more hurt than he intended to. All this time pushing and pulling his feelings for how he felt about being here and seeing you was getting to him. He’s very aware how confusing he is and spending a night with you shouldn’t have changed his mind this quickly while he also refused to admit.

“We didn’t talk about what happened at the party,” you said suddenly, feeling Jungkook drape his shirt over your naked figure as the conversation shifted drastically.

“I know,” he dropped his head, “I’m sorry, I was really confused and I couldn’t tell what I was feeling or how you were feeling and I was mad and… I thought you probably didn’t care.”

“I mean, I didn’t,” you shrugged, “But because I figured it was just a one time thing since you were very obvious with how little you thought of me and now you’re saying you’re staying longer while visiting me at home and it just… I don’t get it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jungkook was in his slacks again, trying to fix whatever mess he might have made over time, “I just… I was just being dumb. I wanted to act like I wasn’t into you at all because I was mad at everyone else and it wasn’t fair that I took it out on you but I thought you didn’t like me either.”

“And you’re right, you were mean to me,” you nudged him with your foot, “So really, I shouldn’t even be in this position with you right now.”

Jungkook didn’t dare argue when you called him out, “You always pretended to hate me even when you’d get jealous if someone else talked to me and you could never take your eyes off me.”

His brows furrowed, reminded of the trip and how everyone always joked that he wanted you when he was so stubborn on saying he didn’t. He didn’t like how predictable his life was.

“Because I knew everyone thought you were perfect,” Jungkook tried pulling you toward him, “And they didn’t know how you liked to push my buttons and say things you knew would get to my head and how you were actually so unbelievably perfect that it pissed me off everytime I let you get to me.”

“Don’t sweet talk me now,” you teased when he leaned over to lay between your legs, content with the sight of you in his Dior shirt, “How are you gonna repay me for being such a dick?”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook admitted, “Say the word and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I have everything I want,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Come on Y/n, don’t make this hard on me,” he whined playfully, “Everyone else is already making it hard and I just want to spend the night with you. I’ll let you use me.”

Your brow raised and with a soft laugh you pulled him toward you for a kiss, “I get to use the Jeon Jungkook? What will everyone say?”

“That they saw it coming,” Jungkook chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours, “So don’t stop the inevitable.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your arousal from earlier slowly make its return, “You’re so spoiled.”

“I know.”

Jeon Jungkook now knows what an awful liar he’s been these last couple of years. All of this talk about wanting to be different, break free from his family’s influences and the world of money and power, was meaningless in the end. He tried, he really did but his rebellion of running off and doing whatever he pleased, refusing to acknowledge the company, the wealth and the people in it was short lived because he never actually wanted to escape it.

He was still going to be friends with the people he grew up with and fall back to his old routine of country clubs and parading on yachts or private islands.

He was still going to take over his share of his father’s company and dress himself up in designer Kiton suits that he used to despise wearing.

He was still going to fall for you, the person he despised simply for being an exact reflection of himself. You were perfect for him in every way on paper and that made him want to push you away but in the end, he still fell for you like he knew he would.

Some people dream about having the life he does, or growing up the way he did and yet here he was selfishly wishing it all away. It was perfect, it was so insanely perfect and unfair that Jungkook ever thought he wouldn’t be happy with what he had been handed down to him for simply being born.

“This person gathered valuable experiences in the world and has shown such a strong will to portray it all into commitment for the company and that makes me a proud father,” A deep voice spoke from behind a podium with an echoing mic that had the attention of over a hundred people, “Please, welcome the newest V.P. for Jeon Corporation, my youngest son, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook had an arrogant smile on his lips as he walked onto stage, thanking everyone for congratulating him on his quick and easy advance in the company—even surpassing his older brother.

“Honestly, it is a big thank you to everyone close to me, for helping me see how ready I am to step into this role and fulfill my duty as a member of this corporation,” Jungkook said confidently, looking at all his friends who had a mixture of confused yet knowing smiles on their faces.

“What a brat,” Hoseok joked with Namjoon, “And I blame you for this.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen someone get pulled back into the country’s good graces so easily,” Namjoon laughed, remembering all the articles about how my ridiculous Jungkook was for publicly stating he would never be a part of the company.

“That’s because he’s spoiled,” Jungkook’s older brother chimed in, “Even after he says he’s gonna walk away from it, he’s still gonna be welcomed back with open arms.”

Taehyung released a playful sigh, “I want to be Jeon Jungkook when I grow up, the perfect life just handed to me and I’m just too blind to appreciate it.”

“Tae, you’re rich,” Yeonwoo whispered to him, Taehyung grinning at her reminder and sitting up straighter.

“How was it?” Jungkook asked his friends as he looked around the table.

“Well rehearsed,” Taehyung gave him the thumbs up, “Also, where’s Y/n? I thought she’d be here.”

Jungkook checked the time on his watch, his leg already bouncing underneath the table, “Yeah, I thought so too.”

It shouldn’t be that big of a deal to him. This was all just some flashy way for his father to make Jungkook’s debut in the business widely anticipated and you had other things to do than be here. The two of you aren’t even officially together yet so it’s not like you owe it to him or anything.

“Y/n,” Jimin whined as he watched the valet open the limo door for you, “Please don’t ditch me. I’m your best friend, imagine how much fun we could be having. Everyone’s going to ask where you ran off to after the dinner.”

“Well you can tell them,” you hurried to finish applying your lip gloss, “That I had more important things to do than get drunk at some fashion party.”

“Right, just throw me to the side like I mean nothing,” Jimin said dramatically, “Is this how you treat friends now?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he was only trying to cause a scene. Jimin knew you would be calling it an early night but he just wanted it to be difficult. With a small sigh, you double checked that you looked fine in the mirror and said, “Okay, wish me luck, I’m hoping I get laid tonight.”

“I also hope you get laid tonight so that I don’t have to listen to you talk about how much you want to see him,” Jimin said as you made your way out the car, “Goodnight.”

By the time you got to the banquet, the cameras had been long gone from the entrance and so you were able to make your appearance quietly. You would have been here earlier if there hadn’t been an ambassador dinner tonight that you had already agreed to do before Jungkook decided on staying and you just couldn’t miss it.

You felt bad because Jungkook had asked you to come be his date but he understood why you couldn’t make it right away. If anything he should be happy that you hurried over from dinner to the banquet without an outfit change. Despite the number of attendants, it was really a private affair with only a couple people from the press but nothing too grand and over the top. It made arriving late less miserable and finding Jungkook and your friends much easier.

And when you first involved yourself with Jungkook in this way, you should have known it wouldn’t all be easy. You were now somewhat seeing the most eligible bachelor in the country and nobody knows about it aside from speculation. Speculation won’t stop spoiled rich girls who want him to themselves and that’s what you saw when you found him.

“It’s so great to have you back Kooky, it’s like… the best thing to ever happen,” some girl gushed at him from the once empty seat to his left. She seemed unaffected by the stares she received from around the table and didn’t care at all that Jungkook wasn’t even glancing her way. He doesn’t know her, she’s probably just the daughter of some wealthy couple who thinks she has a chance with him.

Jungkook stared forward, watching his friends’ faces as their eyes softened, no longer listening to the girl who said, “Maybe we can get together some time.”

A gentle hand touched his shoulder, soft lips brushing against his ear as you said, “Maybe we can get together some time too.”

There was no denying the smile that grew on his face as he turned to look at you and how close you were to him. Jungkook’s lips parted in pleasant surprise, ready to talk to you when someone else spoke up.

“Excuse us, sweetheart,” Namjoon said to the girl, “It seems our table is full, maybe you can try somewhere else?”

She left with an annoyed scoff, making room for you to sit down, “Sorry I’m late, did any of you miss me?”

You had a sweet smile on your face, a camera clicked somewhere else in the distance surely capturing how close you were to Jungkook specifically, who was tracing his hand along your thigh.

“Dearly,” Jungkook said as he leaned into you for a quick kiss on the lips, “Thanks for coming.”

“I told you I’d try and make it,” you said to him, “I missed the speech didn’t I?”

“It was nothing special,” Jungkook’s hand began to slide down the space between your legs—or at least as far as your dress would let it, “Just the usual talk about how amazing I am, it was all very boring.”

“But I love talking about you,” Your tone was sarcastic yet flirty, your hand falling over his in warning when he began to pull up your dress just a little. You were sitting at a table with a large draped tablecloth that hid your legs underneath but you were still very aware of the fact that your friends were all around the table.

“Y/n,” Hoseok called for you from across the table, “How does it feel to have the Jeon Jungkook wrapped around your finger?”

Jungkook turned to his friend with a harsh glare, knowing he was just poking fun at it all but still managing to get under his skin. You looked at Jungkook with a knowing grin, “Like nothing I didn’t expect.”

He scoffed, squeezing your thigh possessively, “I think the feelings are mutual, darling.”

You leaned into him, not caring for being around so many important people with cameras trying to capture whatever moment they can, “They are.”

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a/n omg it took me literally forever to write this and idk how I feel about it but yknow what 😭it’s finished and that’s what matters. I was in the mood for some rich kdrama feel fic and I hope I managed to pull that off at least a litttlleeeeeeere

thanks for everyone that waited patiently and please feel free to lmk what you think <3

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starryjake · 3 months ago

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horror | p.s

in which you can’t sleep because of a horror movie your boyfriend, sunghoon, made you watch, and he finds an alternative way to get you to sleep.

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

includes: f receiving oral sex, cockwarming, nipple play (lmk if i missed anything).

looking over at your sleeping boyfriend beside you, you actually felt aggravated. it was nothing that he did, just the fact that he was able to sleep so peacefully and you weren’t. in fact, he looked quite pretty whilst he was sleeping, but you couldn’t even think about that right now.

just a few hours ago, sunghoon had begged you to watch a horror movie with him. you didn’t like horror and he knew that, but he told you he’d tell you when to look away from the screen, so you thought you were safe. but, of course, sunghoon did not warn you of anything, too engrossed in the movie to realize when a scary image or jump scare would appear.

so now, as you were trying to sleep, you were terrified. you couldn’t get the disturbing images out of your head. it was the middle of the night, you were tired, and you just wanted to sleep like sunghoon was, so easily.

you gently laid your head on his chest, thinking that if you were closer to him, it might help. for a moment, it did. listening to the soft thumping of his heart in his chest and inhaling his comforting scent, you found yourself getting sleepier and sleepier.

just when you thought you had a slight chance of catching some sleep, a loud sound coming from your upstairs neighbors had you practically jumping out of your skin. it made you flinch so hard, you ended up waking sunghoon up in the process.

“baby, baby, what’s wrong?” he questioned urgently, discombobulated from just waking up.

you sat up in bed, switching on the dim lamp on the nightstand. he groggily sat up with you, rubbing your back while you caught your breath from being scared.

“you’re such an asshole for making me watch that movie,” you told him.

“aw, c’mon honey, it wasn’t so bad,” he cooed.

“yes, it was!” you argued. “i’ve been trying to sleep for hours but i can’t because i’m too scared. and you were able to just fall asleep in five minutes and it’s not fair.”

sunghoon, with slightly tousled hair from sleeping, pouted at you. he trailed his hand up from your back to your head, gently petting your hair.

“i’m sorry, my baby,” he gushed. “my poor thing. you’re probably so sleepy, aren’t you?”

“yes,” you whined, sniffling in annoyance.

“lay down for me,” he urged, patting your pillow. you sighed, lying down on your back. “good girl. i’ll help you sleep.”

you frowned a bit at what he meant by that.

he laid down on his side next to you. he set his large hand on your stomach, which was clothed by one of his oversized t-shirts. he rubbed your stomach over the fabric for a moment before slipping his hand underneath and slowly sliding the shirt up higher until it was resting under your chin.

with your chest being exposed now, the cold air in the room immediately hardened your nipples. you gulped, already feeling distracted and excited for what was to come.

sunghoon softly kissed up your stomach, kissed between the valley of your breasts, and then focused his attention on one of your breasts at a time.

he bowed his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking gently on the small bud. you moaned quietly, bringing your hand up to play with his hair.

“my poor girl,” he mumbled against your breast. “my scared, sweet girl.”

you whined, tugging on his hair to get him back down to your nipple. he smiled, sticking his tongue out and circling the bud for a bit before enveloping his mouth around it again and sucking on it gently.

the feeling of your almost painfully hard nipple getting suctioned in and out of sunghoon’s warm mouth was mind-blowing. you had to admit, you were already beginning to feel more relaxed just from him sucking sweetly on your tit.

with his other hand, he squeezed and massaged your other breast, gliding his thumb over the nipple which made you writhe from the sensitivity.

you were beginning to feel it in your stomach and everywhere below. you squeezed your thighs together but it didn’t do much to ease the ache. you knew what you needed to make it better and luckily, sunghoon knew too.

he departed from your nipple, leaving it wet to the cold air which made you shiver slightly. he began kissing down the valley of your breasts, your stomach, your pelvis, and stopped when he made it down to the flimsy pair of panties you were wearing.

now positioned on his stomach between your legs, sunghoon was face to face with your clothed pussy, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from it. he brought his thumb up to rub your erect clit over the thin fabric, feeling your wetness seeping through.

you moaned already despite him hardly doing anything. you were just already so worked up and needy for him to touch you, even if it was just rubbing your clit with his thumb.

he dug his fingers under the top of your panties and began peeling them off, slowly dragging them down your legs and finally off all together. he then spread your legs again and stared at your pussy in front of him, literally feeling the drool gather in his mouth from how badly he wanted it.

“fuck, baby,” he cooed, gently caressing your inner thigh. “your cunt is so perfect.”

“please, hoon,” you whined.

“i know, honey,” he said, his voice soft and deep in the lateness of the night. “i’m here. i’ll take care of you.”

he leaned in and placed a kiss right on your clit before licking a stripe down your folds, gathering your wetness on his tongue. you moaned out, flicking your head back.

he glided his tongue up and down your pussy, feeling and tasting your smooth, gummy folds and your pearly little clit.

“tastes so good, baby,” he said, gripping your thighs to prevent them from closing around his head. “and it’s so fucking wet.”

“please,” you cried out, humping your hips up in an attempt for him to suck your clit.

“what, honey?” he asked, pulling away from your cunt. “tell me what you need.”

“my clit,” you told him, embarrassed yet too desperate to wait around for it. “please.”

“such a sweet girl,” he said with a proud smile. “using your manners so nicely. i’ll give you what you want, baby.”

he leaned back in and wrapped his lips around your clit, practically making out with it. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you spread your legs even wider, as wide as they could possibly go.

“that’s it,” he urged. “show me your pretty pussy, baby.”

you let out a lewd, loud moan at his words, wanting your entire pussy in his mouth now. you wanted more. you wanted him to absolutely ruin you and to lick your needy cunt until you were shaking and begging him to stop.

he stuck his tongue into your hole, feeling your walls flutter around his tongue. he massaged his tongue inside of you, his nose bumping your clit every now and again. you found yourself grinding your hips onto his face, trying to get his nose to hit your clit more than it was.

“sunghoon,” you cried out. “fuck, it feels so good.”

he pulled away again for just a second in order to spit on your cunt, then he was going back in and licking it all up, spreading it around your already soaked folds.

you could feel a warmth growing in your stomach, one that was warning you of how quickly your high was approaching. you stared down at sunghoon, watching his thick eyebrows and how they were furrowed in concentration, focused and alert despite having woken up from a deep slumber only a few minutes before.

you appreciated him doing this so much. by now, you were so fucked out by his tongue massaging your cunt that you couldn’t even remember what the dumb movie was about.

“hoonie,” you whined, tugging on his messy mop of hair. “i think—fuck, i—”

“you gonna cum, angel?” he asked, squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “i can feel it. i feel your pretty clit twitching in my mouth, baby.”

you moaned high pitched and pathetic, not caring about anything except being able to cum. you needed it so bad and you were so, so close.

you shut your eyes and concentrated on the knot in your stomach, concentrated on sunghoon’s tongue as it slid up and down your cunt and the purely lewd wet sound it made as he did so.

“fuck,” you cried, actual tears springing in your eyes. “please don’t stop.”

sunghoon wouldn’t dream of it. you were about to cum all over his tongue and he would get the pleasure of drinking it all up. he’d be an idiot if he stopped now.

“cum on my face,” he urged, setting his hand on your stomach to keep you from squirming too much. “c’mon, baby, wanna feel it all over my face.”

you gripped his hair even harder to keep his face pressed against your pussy. a few more hearty licks up and down the length of your cunt and the knot in your stomach finally snapped.

a choked gasp escaped your throat and your legs went numb as you started to cum, sunghoon continuing to eat your pussy as you did. he could feel your cum drip into his mouth, making him moan against your drenched cunt.

you couldn’t even utter any words. you could barely even moan. all you could see was white and all you could feel was the sensation of sunghoon’s sloppy tongue drinking your pussy like it was alcohol.

when he felt you release your grasp in his hair, he pulled away after leaving your cunt with a kiss to your clit. he looked up at your face, smiling at your heavy eyelids and red cheeks. so spent and so pretty, he thought.

he grabbed your panties from off the floor and began to put them back on you, but you stopped him.

“wait,” you said.

“what is it, baby?” he asked, pausing with your ankle in his lap.

“want you,” you mumbled. sunghoon stared at you in confusion. “want your cock in me while we sleep.”

if sunghoon wasn’t so exhausted, he could’ve done a backflip from excitement.

he threw your panties back off and laid down next to you, positioning you so your back was pressed to his chest, both of you on your sides.

as he pulled his long and fully erect cock out of his sweatpants, he kissed the back of your neck softly, which made your already heavy eyelids even heavier.

he lined his leaking tip up with your slick hole and slid in slowly. you let out a sleepy moan, intertwining your fingers with his and resting your hands on top of your stomach.

once he was fully inside, he let out a sigh of relief from the feeling of your tight, warm cunt wrapped around him.

“do you think you can go to sleep now?” he asked in a whisper, his voice right beside your ear.

“mhm,” you mumbled sleepily, already beginning to feel yourself drift off.

“good baby,” he cooed, kissing the side of your head. “sweet dreams.”

does he know i need him 😩 anyway thank u for reading friends!!

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munsonsmixtapes · 4 months ago

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Under Your Spell

vampire!eddie x werewolf!steve x witch!fem!reader

summary: you’re making a potion for your shop and it turns out you need a lock of hair from a werewolf and a drop of blood from a vampire. Lucky for you, your boyfriends happen to be just that, but they’re not going to give in so easily.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) knotting, blood drinking, oral (f and m receiving) voyeurism, unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it) anal, dom!eddie

This is in collaboration with the always lovely @lillypad910 who actually came up with idea!

You locked the door as soon as the last customer left your shop, pulling on the door to make sure it was truly locked before heading to the back room where your potion was waiting for you. A love potion that you were planning on selling to get more customers through the door. At the rate you were going, you’d have to sell the place and you didn’t like the idea of someone else owning the shop you lived above.

You closed and locked the door tthat was at the back of the shop just in case a certain someone came snooping around for your spell books even though they were no use to him. Really, he just liked to bother you, loving to see how you worked.

You also just wanted the privacy, always getting distracted when your boyfriends were around. It didn’t matter whether they were trying to help or to get you out of your work space, it was hard to get anything done. You had given in too many times and now you needed to focus.

You grabbed the correct spell book from your bookcase then headed over to the table where your cauldron was sitting, using your magic to turn on the heat before flipping through the pages to find what you needed. Once you got to the page, you read over the ingredients list before grabbing them from the cabinet where they were all kept.

You slowly added everything into the cauldron and mixed it to together, noticing that it wasn’t turning to the correct color, wondering what you were missing.

You turned back to the book and ran over the recipe one more time, seeing that you didn’t have a hair from a werewolf nor a drop of blood from a vampire. That had to be it. Lucky for you, you knew exactly where to get both of those.

You exited your lair and hurried up the set of stairs that were across from it that lead up to the apartment that you shared with your boyfriends. As soon as you got up there, though, you saw that they were cuddled up on the couch, watching your favorite movie without you.

You slowly crept up to the back of the couch and crouched down, only popping up with a loud “boo” coming from your mouth when there was a jump scare on the screen.

Both of the men screamed in response, but let out sighs of relief as they realized it was only you, letting go of each other to fully turn to face you.

“Hey, honey,” Steve greeted, a large grin breaking out on his face.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie smiled, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “I think I deserve some sugar for that scare.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned down, pressing your lips to his only to hear your other boyfriend whining for a kiss of his own. You turned to Steve and gave him exactly what he wanted. He smiled against your lips and you pulled away before he was ready, hearing another whine fall from his lips.

“So, are you done for the night?” Eddie asked, the two of you ignoring Steve. You didn’t know why you were nervous to ask them. It was just a favor and being your boyfriends, you would have assumed that they would jump at the chance to help you out, especially with something that had to do with your business.

“Well,” you drew out the word as you took one of each of their hands and swayed them back and forth in the air. “I have a potion that I need to finish and it seems I’m missing two ingredients.”

“What ingredients are you missing, sweet pea?” Steve asked, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

You took a deep breath before answering, suddenly feeling nervous about the whole thing. “I need a hair from a werewolf,” you reached up and stroked Steve’s hair, giving his scalp a little scratch and he leaned into your touch, soaking it up. “And a drop of blood from a vampire,” you turned to Eddie, your hand still in Steve’s hair. You brought your other hand up to rest on Eddie’s cheek, your thumb swiping across his lip the way you knew he liked.

Steve was immediately on board, nodding furiously. He was always going above and beyond to please you, wanting to do whatever you asked just to see that beautiful smile of yours. Eddie, though, always took more convincing. He wanted you to beg, to plead, needing much more convincing than his boyfriend did.

“Of course, what-“ Steve started to say, but Eddie put his hand up to stop him.

“Not so fast,” Eddie shook his head. “We’d like something in return.” His eyes were darkening as he stared at you and you knew exactly what he was wanting, but you thought you wanted to hear him say it. To ask, to beg, like he was always making you do. After all, you could go to just any vampire and werewolf to get what you needed.

“And what’s that?” You asked, your thumb sliding between his lips. You were playing dumb and hoping, praying he’d take the bait.

“I think you know what,” he replied, removing your hand from his face, fighting the urge to put your whole thumb into his mouth and suck on it until he couldn’t possibly anymore.

“Tell me anyway,” you demanded, your tone getting even more flirty as your hand traveled down to his hair, picking up a curl and twirling it around your pointer finger.

“You have to fuck us in return.” His voice was hoarse, demanding, and you swore you felt yourself getting wet just by hearing it. You loved being told what to do, craved it, even. You always let the boys take over in the bedroom, wanting them to tell you exactly what they wanted.

Without a word, you rounded the couch and placed yourself between the two them, a hand resting on either of their thighs. You turned to Steve, watching his eyes widen as your hand moved higher and higher, sliding up his thigh until it reached his cock that you could feel was already hardening. That had to be a record.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” You asked, batting your eyelashes. “Will that be an okay exchange?” Steve’s mouth fell open as he nodded furiously.

“Please,” he whined and that was all you needed to undo his belt, quickly unzipping his pants. Together, you removed them along with his underwear, his cock springing free as you did so. They dropped to his ankles and you spread his legs, spitting into your hand before giving it a few slow pumps, watching him come undone under your touch. His eyes flutter shut and his head tilted back against the couch, his hands finding purchase on the cushions, grasping onto them for dear life as moans tumble out of his mouth.

Your hand continued to move back and forth, back and forth, the motion picking up, getting even faster and you looked up at him as another loud moan fell from his lips. And just when you were getting into a rhythm, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling your own hand away from Steve’s cock. You turned your attention to your other boyfriend who was standing over you with a devilish grin. With his other hand, he reached up and rested it on the back of your head, pushing your face down towards Steve’s cock.

“Open up, my little gem. Gotta finish him off.” You did as Eddie commanded and opened wide, taking Steve into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head as your hand wrapped around the base, a gasp falling from his lips as you began to suck hard, Eddie pushing your head down even farther as you did so. “Come on, gotta take all of him. Can’t you see he’s about to come?”

He was pushing you down with even more force, causing Steve’s cock to move further into your mouth, your nose brushing the patch of hair above it as you tried your best not to gag, tears pricking your eyes. You continued to suck on him as best you could, opening your eyes to looked at him as he was about to reach his orgasm.

“Fuck,” Steve moaned loudly as his eyes shut tight, his head fully hitting the back of the couch as his hands white knuckled the couch cushions. “So good, honey.”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed. “Just like that.” He could feel himself getting bricked up just by watching, not even needing you to do the same to him. He was always content with just seeing it all happening.

But just as Steve was about to come, Eddie’s hands wound into your hair, giving it a yank as he pulled you away from Steve’s cock, pulling you to your feet. “That’s enough,” he commanded, deciding that he wanted to have in on some of the fun. He then grabbed onto your face with his free hand, turning your face to watch Steve.

“Look at him. Look at how fucked out he already is.” His lips were right by your ear as he turned your back to him, pressing himself against it and you could his rock hard cock against your lower back. And you moved ever so slightly, feeling it twitch against you.

“Fuck,” Steve moaned so loudly and you and Eddie watched the cum leak out of his cock as an orgasm ripped through him, his head moving so far back that you couldn’t even see his face as he writhed right there on the sofa.

“Look at that,” Eddie said into your ear. “That was all you, baby. Now, let me have my fun.” His hand that was holding your face moved down, slowly inching towards your stomach. It made its way up your dress so slowly as he got it into your panties as he was on the hunt, finally finding what he was looking for as he shoved his fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan and Eddie hummed at that, burying his face into your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, wanting you to beg for him just like always.

“Eddie, please,” you whined and he just chuckled against your skin.

“Gotta beg me some more, my little gem, c’mon,” he pressed a soft kiss to your skin.

“Yeah, c’mon,” Steve rasped. “Gotta sing for your supper, hon.” Eddie’s fingers pulled out then began to move back and forth across your slit, teasing you, making you want to beg for him so badly, needing to feel his fingers, his rings inside of you, the cold metal and the rough texture rubbing against you as he slid his fingers in and out of your cunt.

“Beg me, I can see how desperate you are for it.” And he could, seeing that your eyes were glazing over, feeling how wet you were already. You were already soaked and he had barely done anything yet. By the time he was done with you, there would be slick running down your legs and he’d let Steve lick it up as a treat for being such a good boy.

“Eddie, please,” your whine was so desperate, so pleading, probably some of your best work and Eddie had no choice but to oblige for his favorite girl.

“Alright,” he sighed, his fingers entering you once again, this time it was all the way to where his fingers sat, the cool metal feeling so good against you. So good that you-

“Oh,” you moaned, sounding like you had gotten your release.

“Already so wet for me, baby,” he kissed your neck again. “That’s gotta be a record, hm?” He asked as his fingers pumped in and out, in and out so quickly watching you completely undone in front of him, watching your knees buckle underneath you. You always were easy, weren’t you? Just a few pumps and you were mewling, moaning so loudly that he was convinced that the other people in the buildings along the strip could hear you. Good. That was exactly what he wanted anyway. This was a favor that you had been doing in exchange for what you needed for your potion after all.

You were crumbling, your knees finally giving out underneath you and Eddie wrapped his free arm around your middle, keeping you from collapsing before removing his fingers from you. He brought them up to his lips while looking Steve directly in the eyes, sucking on them while moaning dramatically as he did so. He loved to tease his boyfriend, loved to make him jealous just so he’d ask for what he wanted since he was too much of people pleaser to voice his wants.

Steve was drooling now, wanting to get a taste of what Eddie had gotten, but all of it, your whole cunt on display for him. And Eddie knew that. That was all Steve ever wanted when the three of you did anything. As long as he had some sort of taste of you, he didn’t care what happened between you and Eddie. As long as he got to eat you out or at the very least suck Eddie off, he was perfectly content.

“Your turn,” Eddie told Steve, lifting you up to that you were straddling the man, Steve supporting your legs as you leaned against Eddie. Seeing the fishnets you were wearing and the lacy underwear you were wearing was doing something to him.

You could see his claws coming out and you were more turned on by it than you would have like to admit. His wolf form was always so hot to you, especially when he only half shifted more hair appearing on his chest and his teeth coming out. And watching it happen right in front of you was enough to make you so horny that you didn’t even know what to do yourself.

Steve could see your slick dripping down your legs and he needed to lick it all up right then. Before you could beg for him, he reached up and ripped your fishnets, the spot right about your cunt and all the way down to your thigh on each leg, giving him plenty of room to ravage you.

You gasped as you watched him and didn’t mind at all that he had completely ruined your tights. In fact, you were just thinking about what else he could have ruined. You would have let him rip your dress to shreds if he wanted to. You were actually hoping that he would. You watched as his hand moved towards your cunt, sinking his claws into your underwear, ripping a whole just big enough for his mouth.

He had never done that before, never actually ripped your clothes even though he had talked about it. You didn’t know if it was the full moon or if he was just that horny, but whatever it was, it was fucking hot.

He then grabbed onto one of your legs, licking your slick from it in rough strokes, wanting to take his time before moving onto the other, his movements getting quicker to speed up the process.

He then buried his face into your cunt, his mouth wrapping around your clit, licking and sucking on it as hard as he could while Eddie took the opportunity to suck on your neck, a moan falling from your lips, deciding that both of your boyfriends were so talented with their mouths. The whole thing was overstimulating, but you wouldn’t dare ask either of them to stop because you were enjoying it far too much.

Steve had moved onto your slit, flicking his tongue back and forth slowly as Eddie sucked hard on your neck, the feeling so intoxicating. And it was better than he remembered. It was sweet just like you were and even though he knew he needed to stop, he just couldn’t. Not when those absolutely delicious moans were falling from your lips, making him even harder. If he didn’t fuck you soon, he was convinced he was going to explode. But he needed to let Steve have his way with you first.

You were fucked out already, feeling yourself going limp in Eddie’s arms, but there was no way you were giving up, not when you were so close. And not when Steve was doing his best work, eating you like you were his last meal, his teeth scraping along your cunt, making your thighs press against his head so hard that you were convinced that you were going to crush him. Not that he minded.

And you most certainly couldn’t give up when Eddie was giving you the best hickey of your life, his lips sucking on your neck like it was their job and they desperately needed to pay rent. And when his teeth gliding along your skin, you were convinced you were seeing stars, reaching an orgasm, Steve’s tongue pushing in and pulling out of your cunt in a rhythm , moving quickly just like he knew you liked it, hearing you crying already. that unleashed something on you.

“Oh my god,” was all you were able to say as you clenched around Steve’s tongue, thinking that he was really outdoing himself. And Eddie-god, it was like he was trying to make your legs become jello as he sunk his teeth into your neck, giving it an even more rough suck as pulled some blood from you.

“Taste so sweet,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Oh,” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut, an orgasm coursing through you as you grabbed onto Steve’s hair, needing something to grip as you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper, Eddie’s grip on you tightening as he tried his best to hold you up.

“Think she’s fucked out,” he said and Steve was quick to pull his face from you, grabbing hold of your legs and together, the two of them laid you on the floor.

The two men stared down at you, looking like you were a full course meal and they were starving. Steve was the first to kneel next to you, leaning down so that his lips were right by your ear.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He asked. “You don’t care about your dress, do you? Because I am going to rip it to shreds.” He pulled your earlobe between his teeth and hit down hard, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.

“Please,” you whined, grabbing onto his shirt, balling it into your fists.

“Alright, calm down honey. I’m gonna get you ready for Eddie, alright?” He moved to where his face was just inches from yours and just when you thought he was going to kiss you, his lips moved to hover over your chest, baring his teeth as he did so.

You watched him bite down on the lacy fabric at the top of your dress, hearing the ripping sounds as he pulled at it harshly, his head moving back and forth in a quick motion like a dog with their favorite toy.

Eddie was quick to kneel on the other side of you, leaning over so that his face was right above your hip and once you saw him tearing up the fabric, you realized that he just didn’t want to miss out.

Together, the men continued to rip apart your dress with nothing but their teeth, pieces of your dress strewn across the living room, flying into the air as they torn the thing to shreds, almost nothing let of the dress it once was, pretty much your whole naked body on display. Your underwear was left for very last, Eddie letting Steve do the honors, the man moving his mouth to the waistband of your panties and pulled on it with his teeth until it tore down the side. He then leaned over and ripped up the other side before Eddie pulled them out from under you, holding them up to the light to see just how much had leaked onto him.

“Gonna have to keep these,” he said as he stuffed them into his back pocket with a devilish grin.

“And shit, do you look amazing tonight,” he added as his gaze shifted to you. Of course, he had seen your naked body more times than he could count, but he was always amazing at just how perfect it looked.

“Look at our little gem, Eddie,” Steve nodded at you, his eyes nothing but hungry, wanting to eat you whole. Good thing he had saved room for dessert.

“Oh, I’m looking,” Eddie nodded, his dark eyes turning almost black as he licked his lips slowly. “Such a pretty gem,” he said as he caressed your face, leaning down until his lips met yours and you were quick to respond, the kiss quickly getting messy and heated until he put it to a stop.

“Steve,” he turned to his boyfriend. “Grab the lube.” Steve was quick to rise to his feet and hurry to the bedroom to retrieve the bottle while Eddie stared down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes.

“All fours,” he commanded and you were quick to obey, knowing exactly what he was hinting at as it had happened so many times before.

You got on your hands and knees as you heard him unzip his pants as Steve hurried back into the living room tossing the bottle of lube to Eddie who was lathering it on his cock before he leaned over you. He then lined himself up with you and too no time to pound into you again and again as moans fell from your lips.

“That’s it,” Eddie cooed as his fingers dug into your waist. “Just like that, baby. You like it rough, don’t you?”

“Eddie, sh-shit,” you mewled and he knew that he had you exactly where he wanted you, eating up every single sound of pleasure that you were making. “So good.”

Steve kneeled in front of you, grabbing hold of your face so you’d look him in the eye. He held your gaze, feeling himself getting unbearably hard as he watched you moan as Eddie fucked you from behind.

“Doing so good, baby. And look at what a mess he’s made of you. Let it out.” Another moan passed through your lips and he nodded as you as he watched your every move. “Uh-huh, just like that hon. You’re taking him so well. Better save some of that energy, though, because I’m next.”

Eddie continued to pound into you again and again as Steve watched your reactions, wanting, needing to get inside of you, wanting his name to be the one you moaned, but he was going to have to settle for what he got until Eddie was done with you.

But he had to admit that he was eating it the fuck up, watching your mouth fall open as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The whole thing was practically making him have his own orgasm, feeling the need to get himself off just so he could get some action. But just as he was about to take care of himself, you reached your orgasm, Steve watching the entire thing go down, backing away as Eddie pulled out, his eyes still locked on your face as you moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back into your head once again. God, he needed to fuck you so bad. To be the reason you were orgasming.

And before he could stop himself, he pushed you down onto the carpet underneath you, not even waiting for you to come down from your orgasm before he was inside you, pounding into you as he pinned you to the carpet but holding onto your wrists with a rough grip. You could see his eyes darken and realized that he was letting the alpha part of him take over, his claws digging into your skin, but your hardly minded, more focused on the way he was fucking you, actually pushing all of himself this time.

You felt your eyes water as he did so, his massive cock sliding in and out of you on a loop as loud moans fell from your lips. And while he fucked you like his life depended on it, Eddie was right by your side, sucking the blood that Steve had drawn from your lips, drinking up every last delicious drop of the stuff. The whole thing was overstimulating like before, but fuck did it feel goodIf he couldn’t get inside you soon, he was going to have to. getting so much attention.

“Can’t go dumb on me just yet, princess,” Steve cooed, his human form doing all the talking. “I haven’t even come yet.” His movements were picking up, getting even faster as you clenched around him, seeing that he was the one to orgasm this time. You could feel Steve’s cock swelling inside you as his loud moans filled your ears, which wasn’t uncommon when he got inside you. It had happened pretty much every time and you had been expecting it, in fact, you had been looking forward to it, loving that he hadn’t used a condom so that you could actually feel him.

You could feel him stretching you out, feeling the knot rock inside of you. Tears pricked your eyes as he continued, his movements getting even more rapid, his fingers digging into your hips, looking completely fucked out himself. You felt as if you were going to be torn apart because of the sheer size of him and that seemed to make you feel even more wet as you thought about it.

His movements got even faster somehow, moving your entire body as moans tumbling out of both of your mouths as Eddie watched the whole thing, feeling nothing but lucky as he watched it all go down, feeling the need to make himself a part of it even though he wasn’t participating in the way he wanted to be.

“God, stuffed her up good, didn’t you, Stevie?” He teased as he moved to your side brining his hand up and letting his fingers run over the spot where you and Steve had been connected, the movements gentle enough to send a shiver down your spine.

But Steve just ignored Eddie, continuing to fuck into you, feeling another orgasm coming, the wolf side of him coming out to play as his claws dug into your hips even further so deep that it had caused a little blood to pool not that either of you you were paying attention.

“Stevie,” you moaned and he swore he was going to come right there. He always ate it the fuck up, especially when you used his nickname that he had actually despised before meeting you. “More.”

And just when he was about to come, Eddie grabbed onto Steve’s shoulders and pulled him back, forcing him to collapse to the floor, taking you with him as you fell on top of him.

Eddie the stood behind you, grabbing hold of your hips as he pushed you down onto Steve, moving your hips up and down, helping you ride him, wanting, needing to be a part of it in any way that he could.

And the two of you seemed to be into it as the most lovely sounds tumbled from your mouths. With Eddie’s help, you continued to ride Steve, the two of you watching him come absolutely undone, his head tilting back as his back arched. God, he was always so beautiful.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Eddie encouraged as he moved your hips just a little faster, watching Steve buck his hips against yours over and over as he continued to hold onto them. “Just like that. Jesus christ, I think he’s about to-“

And just like that, the two of you watched Steve come, fascinated by the way his wolf came out, his claws reaching up and scratching up and down your back, absolutely destroying it, not that you minded.

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie cooed to Steve as he came down from his orgasm and you felt the swelling go down, the knot progressively getting smaller inside of you. Once you didn’t feel it anymore, Eddie helped you climb on top of him, laying you down on the floor so you could catch your breath, just knowing that your legs felt like jello.

“I think you’ve more than paid for what you asked for,” Steve told you as he tried to catch his breath as he plucked a hair from his head, holding it out to you like a trophy as Eddie stabbed his pointer finger with one of fangs while you went to retrieve a vial to put the blood into. Once you were by his side, he let the blood drop into before you pointed at it with your hand, the wound healing right before his eyes.

“I love my boys,” you said as you pulled them into a group hug, your naked bodies pressing together as you did so.

“And we love you right back,” Eddie told you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before the three of you headed so bed for some much needed rest.

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