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crawl home ꔛ reiner braun x reader

a/n: spent way too long writing this bc i love reiner

words: 9.3k

cw: lowkey bff!jean, she/her pronouns and fem anatomy reader, soldier!reader, pre-timeskip friends/lovers, betrayal, forgiveness, reiner is pathetic, angsty, kinda serving friends to enemies to lovers, SMUT!!, oral (f!reader recieving), pinv sex, breeding, MDNI !!

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Reiner was taller now, even if it was hard to believe. Maybe not as tall as Bertholdt was, but taller. Not only that, but while he maintained some of the more prominent muscles in his figure, it was noticeable how much weight he had lost. His hair was slightly longer - maybe he didn't keep up with cutting it as much as before. But to be fair, the change wasn't necessarily drastic. Not like the amount of facial hair he let grow out, which was completely ridiculous but so on brand for him.

But what did you care?

Your gaze lingered on him a moment longer, practically having to force yourself to look away from the man you swore was dead to you. But he wasn't, was he? He was standing right there, talking to Connie and Jean like nothing happened. As if the night prior Jean didn't literally punch him. Did they all just forgive him suddenly? Traitors.

You sighed. Maybe you were being dramatic.

The only thing you wanted to hear now was the sound of the water swishing beneath the boat, maybe even a seagull. But it was like you couldn't drown out his voice. It hadn't changed. It was exactly as you'd remembered it being about four years ago. Though, back then you swore you'd found it charming.

Odiha. That's where you were going, what you were focusing on, in order to service the flying boat that would help you and your fellow scouts reach the Rumbling, you needed to reach Odiha. To stop Eren. So why was Reiner's presence bothering you so much?

Reiner was your best friend at one point. When you first joined the cadet corps, it was obvious you were nervous to anyone who took a second to look. And for that, most people didn't see you as a potential reliable comrade.

Most people.

Reiner liked you. He had once playfully claimed you made funny faces during sparring exercises and took you under his wing, seeing your potential. Back then, Reiner had a talent for making anyone feel seen. Even stubborn cadets like Annie seemed to at least tolerate him, maybe even respect him.

So how could you not fall in love with him?

It was ridiculous how quick it happened. You were sure there were other girls vying for his attention just like you were, but you swore Reiner gave you special treatment. It was stupid.

Reiner would see you entering the mess hall and instantly make sure there was a spot open at his table for you. Bertholdt had typically sat across from him, but most of the time there was a spot directly next to Reiner conveniently available just for you. He'd call you by your last name over to their table, always a smile on his face, always so damn sure of himself.

"Bread?" He had offered, causing you to shake your head with a nervous smile on your face. Nervous. Not nervous enough, apparently. But that didn't matter—not when Reiner was offering you bread, or to train after hours with you, or take you into Stohess one weekend when you mentioned wanting a change of scenery.

"I know you wanted that muffin," Reiner said regretfully as you walked away from the bakery stall at the food market. "Sorry I couldn't get it for you."

You shook your head, mouth full from the cookie he'd already got for you just ten minutes prior. "It's fine, really," you assured him, words slightly muffled from the pastry.

Reiner simply smiled at you, taking a bite of his own cookie.

When you returned to Trost that evening as the sun was just beginning to set, the teasing from your comrades was relentless.

"Woah!" Connie had exclaimed, realization dawning on his face as he looked at you and Reiner entering the mess hall together. "Where've you been all day?" He asked, nosy as ever even if the answer was plain as day.

"A date. Is that really such a foreign concept to you?" Reiner had teased, making Connie grin mischievously.

A date. You had your suspicions that that's what it was, but Reiner hadn't explicitly said it. Not until Connie asked. The straightforward explanation made your heart race, gaze dropping instantly to your shoes as Connie's laughter filled the space.

"So that's why you've been polishing your boots and actually combing your hair. I was wondering what the special occasion was," Jean had said to you, his brow raised and arms crossed in a way that was so distinctly Jean. Despite the words, you were sure it was his own way of approving.

"Oh, my God, is that a hickey?" Sasha suddenly butt in, moving into your personal space. Her hands held your head in place as she stared at the scrape from training on your forehead.

"Hickey—what—Sasha, that's on my forehead!" You had defended, but it was too late. Multiple other cadets heard the word hickey and ran with it, causing a flurry of gossip surrounding you and Reiner. And Reiner didn't deny it. He just smiled at you, and somehow that made you feel better.

There were plenty of times he'd made you feel better. An embarrassing amount of times. A pathetic amount of times, considering what he might've been comforting you about.

You sniffled, attempting to straighten yourself out before dinner was served in the mess hall as you sat on a log on the outskirts of the training grounds, taking in the yellow and orange blend of sunset before you. Even with the view, your mind was elsewhere.

It hit you every now and then at random. Despite it happening almost five years ago, you had pushed the grief down as far as you could bury it when your family was killed during the breach of Wall Maria. You were so young when it happened, but suddenly you were alone. When the Armored had broken through the inner gate of the wall, your childhood home had been crushed by a stray boulder.

You were lucky. You came to terms with that at a young age. Far too lucky. It chipped away at you everyday since, even without you realizing. What made you so fortunate to have escaped? Avoided certain death like your family couldn't? What made that soldier step in and save you but not them?

The wondering was pointless, though. They died and you didn't. For some reason fate had kept you alive until now. And for that, you had to live with a purpose. Even if now that purpose was wiping your snotty nose and trying to compose yourself enough to go eat with your friends.

"Bread?"

You had looked up to see none other than Reiner holding out a small loaf, a second one for himself in his right hand. Hesitantly, you had taken it, using the moment Reiner sat down beside you to attempt to discreetly wipe at the tears on your cheeks.

He didn't ask. You supposed it wasn't his style, or maybe he just assumed you didn't want to talk about it.

Reiner simply took a bite of his bread next to you, leaning forward as he chewed. After moments of silence, Reiner looked at you for a second and then towards the sunset. The corner of his mouth tugged upwards into a soft, almost wistful smile, but he said nothing.

"What?" You finally asked.

He almost replied with "nothing," you could tell, but he sighed and leaned back, either hands at his sides resting on the log. "You know what I miss most about home?" Reiner asked, his gaze locked with the sky. "The way the sun would rise over the hills," he stated.

You realized you'd never talked about it—why you were crying that day. To be honest, you didn't want to. Something about his presence had just put you at ease back then, to the point you forgot all of your troubles.

When graduation drew near, you weren't even sure what Reiner's plan was. Everyone knew his perfect scores got him into the top ten, eligible to enlist as a military police officer in the interior. That would've been great for him, but you weren't sure where that left you.

You weren't with Reiner when the Collosal titan had appeared and breached the wall into Trost. But you were there when Eren was discovered to be a titan himself.

From there, something in Reiner had shifted.

Back then, you figured it was realization of some sort. Realization that things were complicated, things were scary, things were real...

Things got even more real when Marco died. Marco wasn't someone you were close with, but he was always there, always kind. If someone as capable as Marco, as determined, as strong, as kind as Marco could die, what would that mean for you and your friends?

Many cadets dropped out that day, despite graduation being so close. You almost did as well. Especially upon seeing Jean's reaction to Marco's death, you didn't know if you had the guts to continue.

But Reiner always had to step in.

"You're stronger than you give yourself credit for," he said, his strong hand on your shoulder. "Look at me," he commanded softly. You hesitated but met his eyes. They were serious, and almost cold now. Different from how they used to look at you. "I know you've got what it takes."

And that was that. Along with Jean, who was sure he'd join the military police, you joined the Survey Corps, falling under the wing of the Commander Erwin Smith.

You were terrified, but you had Reiner.

Things in your lives seemed to come to a halt when Annie was revealed to be a titan. And then Ymir, along with Krista being some kind of royalty and living with a completely different name—Historia.

It was all confusing and overwhelming, and you really wished Reiner was there for you. And he was, physically, always there. But then he was distant. Even when sitting directly beside you during meals like he did before, his focus was obviously elsewhere.

And then it happened.

You revisited that day often. When Reiner and Bertholdt transformed, and everything you thought you knew came crashing down.

You couldn't even cry, or scream, or do much of anything. You'd learned a long time ago to accept these things, but God did it hurt.

Then he was gone. He and Bertholdt, back to wherever they came from—their "hometown" as they so often called it. You didn't know back then, and you'd honestly stopped caring.

When Eren was rescued from them, he tried telling you on the way back what Reiner had said in response to him screaming at them. Eren had brought you up, telling Reiner about all the pain and trauma you endured years ago when the inner gate of Wall Maria was broken and your family was killed.

Sorry. Sorry was what he said, according to Eren.

What a coward.

The next time you saw Reiner was a few months later. But it wasn't really him. It was the Armored titan, the same one you remember from childhood who had breached the wall. And now here you were, back in Shiganshina with your fellow scouts.

The bloodshed was monumental in Shiganshina. Bertholdt had died, but Reiner lived—barely. You weren't there when Hange and Jean had captured him. And you were grateful you weren't. Just three months after discovering his true self, you knew you'd do something stupid like let him go if you had been there. But that part wasn't really up to you, and he got away regardless.

That's when you discovered the truth of everything. The titans, the walls, Paradis, Eldians.

You wished you could hate him. But everyday you'd hoped for the day you could speak to him again, just once.

Those feelings seemed to have formed into anger as the years passed. And by the time you and your fellow soldiers raided Liberio, you basically lived in a shell. You promised your comrades you weren't going to allow feelings to get in the way, and you delivered.

So much happened in such a short amount of time it was difficult to even remember it properly.

You remembered seeing him—really him—for the first time again on Paradis. He was almost pathetic looking now, but a part of your heart still yearned for him.

Were the feelings even the same, though?

You and the rest of the scouts had to compromise and join forces with the Warriors in order to put a stop to Eren's plan to go through with the Rumbling. It was the first night that Jean brutally punched Reiner at the campfire. Years ago, you might've blindly taken the side of Reiner. Hell, if he said a word to you since being back on the island maybe you would've defended him. But he didn't. So you let it happen.

When the kids, Gabi and Falco, rushed to Reiner's side after the altercation, you felt as though you needed to physically drag yourself away to avoid saying anything to him.

Instead, you found Jean, cooling off in the outskirts of the woods. His head was in his hands, leaning against a tree as he shook.

You placed a gentle hand on his arm, causing him to jump. You made eye contact, but he was quick to look away. Though, your small touch grounded him.

"Sorry about that," Jean apologized. "I got carried away." His voice was breaking, you'd noticed, but you shook your head.

"Don't apologize," you replied.

You made a choice that evening. The choice to stay loyal to your comrades instead of blindly following Reiner like you did when you were a dumb kid. But it didn't make it any less difficult when he stood there on the boat looking almost like he had years ago.

The expression on his face was that of determination. And the people at his side were none other than Jean and Connie.

You scoffed, pulling your gaze away from the men and staring off into the vast ocean—the ocean you didn't even knew existed years ago; the ocean Reiner didn't bother mentioning to you those nights you sat together for hours.

You'd gone over every emotion the past four years. You saw his side as best you could. Even so, it was hard to forgive. Especially when Reiner himself hadn't made an effort to speak to you.

"Hey." You didn't look up, you knew it was Jean.

"You gonna talk to loverboy or what?" He asked after a beat of silence. You finally lifted your head to shoot him a glare. Jean simply smiled, looking back at where Reiner and Connie were still talking and then back to you, sitting beside you on the bench.

You remained quiet for a moment after Jean sat beside you, your fingers absently picking at a loose thread on your sleeve. The gentle rock of the boat beneath you seemed to match the churning in your stomach.

"I'm not talking to him," you finally said, keeping your voice low despite the distance between you and the others.

Jean snorted. "Right. Because ignoring him is working so well for you."

You shot him another glare. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've been staring at him every chance you get since yesterday." Jean's knowing smile widened as your cheeks flushed with heat. "Don't worry, he's been doing the same thing."

Something fluttered in your chest at his words, but you quickly tamped it down. "Has he... said anything?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, your voice smaller than you intended.

Jean chuckled, that same knowing look in his eyes that made you want to shove him off the bench and into the sea. But then his expression softened.

"No," he admitted. "But it's getting annoying watching you two dance around each other like this. You look at him when he's not looking, he looks at you when you turn away. It's really embarassing for both of you."

You sighed, turning your gaze back to the endless blue horizon. The vastness of the ocean still amazed you, even now. "Well, if he wanted to talk, he would've said something by now."

"Maybe he's thinking the same thing about you," Jean pointed out.

"That's different," you protested weakly.

"How?"

You opened your mouth to respond but found you didn't have an answer that wouldn't sound childish. Jean was right, and you both knew it.

"Look," Jean said, his voice gentler now, "I'm not exactly Reiner's biggest fan. You were there when I..." He flexed his hand, the same one he'd used to punch Reiner the night before, his knuckles reddened now. "But we're all stuck here together now. And whatever was between you two—"

"There was nothing between us," you interrupted, the lie bitter on your tongue.

Jean gave you a flat look. "You're a terrible liar. Always have been."

You looked down at your hands, suddenly finding your fingernails fascinating. "It doesn't matter now anyway."

"Maybe not," Jean agreed. "But you're never going to stop wondering if you don't at least talk to him once. Really talk to him."

The silence between you stretched for several long moments as you considered his words. The rational part of you knew he was right. This tension, this unspoken thing hanging in the air between you and Reiner, it would only continue to distract you. And with what lay ahead—with Eren and the Rumbling—you couldn't afford distractions. And more importantly, you didn't want to die with regrets.

"Fine," you muttered, standing up with a resigned sigh.

Without waiting for some type of reaction from Jean, you turned and made your way across the deck toward where Reiner and Connie stood. Your heart hammered against your ribs with each step, and you briefly considered turning back. But Jean's words echoed in your mind—you would never stop wondering if you didn't at least try.

Connie noticed you first, his animated conversation with Reiner faltering as you approached. Reiner turned, and for a moment, you were transported back to those days in the mess hall—him turning to call your name, saving you a seat beside him.

But his eyes weren't the same. They carried a weight now, dark shadows beneath them speaking of sleepless nights and unshakable guilt.

"Um, I'll just..." Connie mumbled, already backing away, but you barely registered his departure.

You stopped a few feet from Reiner, suddenly unsure what to say. All the anger, all the hurt, all the things you'd rehearsed in your head over the years—none of it seemed right now that he was standing in front of you.

"Can we talk?" The words came out steadier than you felt.

Reiner looked surprised, as if that was the last thing he expected to hear from you. He nodded once, hesitantly. "Yeah. Of course."

You nodded, and without another word, turned to lead the way to the stairs. You could feel his presence behind you as you descended into the dimly lit interior of the ship, the wooden steps creaking beneath your weight. The air was cooler here, tinged with the scent of salt and damp wood.

The sleeping cabins were arranged in a narrow corridor, small compartments with barely enough room for the bunks they contained. Most were empty now, with everyone gathered on the upper deck to watch the endless expanse of ocean passing by. You chose one at random, pushing open the door and stepping inside.

The room was tight, with just enough space for two narrow bunks built into the walls and a small porthole that cast a circle of fading evening light across the wooden floor. You sat on one of the bunks, the thin mattress sinking beneath your weight. Reiner hesitated at the doorway for a moment before entering and sitting on the opposite bunk, the space between you barely more than an arm's length but feeling like an unbridgeable chasm.

Reiner's shoulders hunched slightly, his large frame somehow seeming smaller in the confined space. His eyes darted around the cabin before finally settling on his hands, which were clasped tightly in his lap.

You found yourself remembering another small space you'd shared once, years ago during a thunderstorm. The supply shed had been the closest shelter when the rain had caught you both during evening training. You'd sat side by side on crates of gear, listening to the rain hammer against the roof, shoulders touching as Reiner told stories about his hometown to distract you from the thunder. And you remembered how you felt when he held your hand, the way his touch was so gentle, his fingers lacing with yours. Back then, his voice had been warm, his smile easy, his eyes bright with something that made your heart race.

Now, he sat across from you, silent and tense, his gaze fixed on the floor between your feet. The only sound was the creaking of the ship around you and the distant, muffled voices from above.

The silence between you stretched until it became unbearable. Your fingers dug into the thin mattress beneath you, knuckles turning white with the pressure.

"My family is dead because of you," you finally said, your voice quiet but sharp enough to cut through the heavy air. The words hung there, raw and unavoidable. "Every time I look at you, I see that day. The Armored Titan breaking through the gate. The boulder that crushed our home."

Reiner didn't flinch, didn't look away. He just nodded slowly, his eyes hollow. "I know."

"You know?" A bitter laugh escaped your lips. "That's all you have to say? You know?"

"What do you want me to say?" His voice was flat, resigned. The voice of a man who had already condemned himself a thousand times over.

"I want you to say something—anything—other than 'I know,'" you snapped, the anger you'd been holding back finally beginning to surface. "I want you to explain how you could sit with me that day by the training grounds, offering me bread while I cried about my family, knowing it was you who killed them."

Reiner's gaze dropped to the floor again. "I don't have an explanation that would make any sense to you."

"Try me," you challenged, leaning forward. "I've had four years to think about this, Reiner. Four years to try to understand."

He looked up then, and the defeated emptiness in his eyes almost made you recoil. This wasn't the Reiner you remembered—the strong, confident soldier who always seemed to know what to say, what to do. This was a shell of that man, worn down by guilt and grief.

"I compartmentalized," he said after a long moment. "The Warrior and the Soldier. Sometimes, I... I forgot which one was real."

"And which one was it?" you asked. "Which version of you was real, Reiner?"

He shook his head slowly. "I don't know anymore. Maybe neither."

You stood up abruptly, unable to sit still with the storm of emotions churning inside you. The cabin was too small to pace properly, but you moved to the porthole, looking out at the darkening sky without really seeing it.

"Do you have any idea what your betrayal did to me?" Your voice was quieter now, but no less intense. "It wasn't just that you were the Armored Titan. It was that you were you. Someone I..." You swallowed hard, forcing the words out. "Someone I cared about. A lot."

You heard the bunk creak as Reiner shifted his weight but didn't turn to look at him.

"I nearly quit the Scouts after you left," you continued, watching your breath fog the glass of the porthole. "I couldn't understand how I could have been so wrong about someone. How I could have trusted you so completely."

Your fingertips pressed against the cool glass as memories flooded back—training together in the rain, his hands adjusting your grip on the ODM gear controls, his laughter at your terrible jokes, the way his eyes would find yours across the mess hall.

"And it wasn't just you," you said, your voice growing thick with unshed tears. "I haven't been able to truly trust anyone since. Not completely. There's always this voice in the back of my mind asking if they're hiding something too. If they'll betray me just like you did."

"I'm sorry," Reiner said, his voice barely audible.

You whirled around to face him, anger flaring hot and bright. "Sorry doesn't bring my family back! Sorry doesn't erase the fact that you lied to me for years! Sorry doesn't change the fact that every memory I have of us is tainted now because I don't even know if any of it was real!"

"It was real," Reiner said, standing up now, something finally sparking in his eyes. "That's what you don't understand. It was all real for me too."

"How could it be real when it was all built on a lie?" Your voice rose, echoing in the small space.

"Because I didn't know how to separate the lie from the truth anymore!" He took a step toward you, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "Do you think this has been easy for me? Do you think I just walked away and forgot about all of you—forgot about you?"

You stared at him, momentarily stunned by the sudden emotion in his voice.

"I've thought about you every single day since then," he continued, his voice breaking. "I see your face in my dreams. I hear your voice when it's quiet. You've been haunting me for four years, and I deserve it."

The raw pain in his voice knocked the breath from your lungs. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you stared at him, really seeing him for perhaps the first time since you'd learned the truth—not as the Armored Titan, not as the Warrior, not even as the Soldier, but as Reiner. Just Reiner, broken and haunted and so very human.

"I know you hate me," he said, quieter now, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. "You should hate me. If I could go back and change what I did..."

"But you can't," you whispered.

"No," he agreed. "I can't."

The admission hung between you, simple and devastating in its truth. You couldn't change the past. Your family was still gone. The walls were still broken. And Reiner—your Reiner—had still been the one to do it.

But the man standing before you now, shoulders slumped under the weight of his actions, eyes filled with a pain that mirrored your own—he wasn't the Armored Titan anymore. He was just as broken as you were.

Then suddenly you moved, your arms wrapping around his waist, your face pressed against his chest as sobs wracked your body. You could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady against your cheek, so at odds with the broken man it belonged to.

For a terrible second, he remained frozen, and you thought you'd made a mistake. Then his arms came around you, tight and desperate, one hand cradling the back of your head as he buried his face in your hair. His body trembled against yours, and you realized he was crying too—silent, shuddering sobs that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside him.

The stubborn shame that had kept you both at arm's length dissolved in the salt of your mingled tears. There, in the dim light of the cabin, with the gentle rocking of the ship beneath you and the uncertain future ahead, you held each other like the last two survivors of a shipwreck—broken, exhausted, but somehow still alive.

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, holding each other in the dim light of the cabin, your tears gradually subsiding into uneven breaths. His arms around you felt both familiar and foreign—the shape of him changed, but the way he held you still the same.

When you finally pulled back, just enough to look up at him, your faces were inches apart. Your hands had somehow moved to his shoulders, feeling the unfamiliar angles where muscle had once been. His eyes, red-rimmed from crying, searched yours with a question he didn't dare voice.

"I still hate what you did," you whispered, your voice hoarse. "I don't know if I can ever forgive that."

Reiner nodded slightly, accepting your words without defense. One of his hands had found its way to your face, his thumb gently brushing away a tear from your cheek.

"But I don't know how to hate you," you admitted, the confession tearing itself from somewhere deep inside you. "I've tried for four years, and I just... can't."

Something flickered in his eyes—a spark of something you hadn't seen since before everything fell apart. Hope, maybe. Or longing.

You weren't sure who closed the distance. Maybe both of you, drawn together like the inevitable pull of gravity. His lips found yours in a kiss that was hesitant at first, as if he expected you to push him away. When you didn't—when instead you pressed closer, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt—the hesitation gave way to a desperate need that matched your own.

Reiner's arms tightened around you, backing you against the wall beside the porthole. The cool glass pressed against your shoulder, a stark contrast to the heat of his body against yours. His kiss deepened, years of unspoken feelings pouring into it as his tongue met yours.

You gasped against his mouth, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, longer now than you remembered. The scrape of his beard against your skin was new, and your heart skipped a beat at the way his breath hitched when you tugged gently at his hair.

When you pulled away again, breathless, his eyes were dark with a mixture of desire and pain. "I shouldn't be doing this," he whispered, even as his thumb traced circles on your hip. "After everything I've done..."

"Shut up," you murmured, pulling him back to you. "Just shut up, Reiner."

He made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob against your lips. "Still stubborn," he breathed.

Your hands tangled in his hair, eyes squeezed shut as you took in the feel of him. You were desperate, you knew. You felt pathetic, but you wanted him. Needed to be close to him.

"It's embarrassing how long I've wanted to do this," you murmured against his lips, your voice barely audible over the sound of your racing hearts.

His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes closed as he took an unsteady breath. "When we were back in training, that day in Stohess..." His voice was rough, trailing off as your lips found the curve of his jaw.

"Why didn't you kiss me then?" you asked, the question muffled against his skin.

Reiner's laugh was soft and broken. "I wanted to. Every second we were together." His hands slid down to your waist, anchoring you against him as if afraid you might disappear. "I told myself it was because of the mission. That I couldn't get distracted."

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, your hand coming up to touch his face, feeling the unfamiliar texture of his beard beneath your fingertips. "And the real reason?"

He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting yours again. "I was afraid that if I started, I wouldn't be able to stop. That I'd tell you everything." The admission seemed to cost him, his voice barely above a whisper. "And then you'd hate me."

"I did hate you," you said quietly. "When I found out."

His eyes clouded with pain, but he nodded. "I know."

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his again, more gently this time. "But I hated myself more for still wanting this. For still wanting you."

Reiner's response was to kiss you again, deeper this time, his body pressing yours more firmly against the wall. One hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your hip, his touch both gentle and desperate. You could taste the salt of tears—whose, you weren't sure anymore—and something else, something uniquely him that you had tried so hard to forget.

The ship rocked with a stronger wave, causing you both to sway. Reiner's arm tightened around your waist, steadying you, and for a brief moment, you were back in the training grounds, his arms around you as he corrected your stance, his breath warm against your ear.

"I missed you," he breathed against your mouth, the words so quiet they might have been imagined. "Every day."

You didn't answer with words. You couldn't. The anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface, alongside grief and betrayal and a hundred other emotions you couldn't name. But for now, in the dim light of the cabin with the sea stretching endlessly around you, you let yourself remember what it felt like to be in his arms.

Your lips found his again, harder this time, your teeth catching his lower lip in a way that made him groan. His hands tightened on you in response, lifting you slightly as he pressed you more firmly against the wall. The kiss deepened, grew more urgent, years of longing and hurt and need pouring into it.

The world outside—Eren, the Rumbling, the fate that awaited all of you—seemed distant and unreal compared to the solid warmth of Reiner against you, the familiar-yet-different taste of his mouth, the sound of his ragged breathing mingling with your own.

This wasn't forgiveness. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But as his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, tracing a path that made your breath catch, you realized it might be something like a beginning. A chance to finally confront all the things left unsaid between you, all the hurt and the betrayal, but also all the moments that had been real.

Reiner’s hands slid down your sides, fingers digging into your hips as he kissed you with a desperation that made your knees weak. The rough scrape of his beard against your skin sent shivers down your spine, and when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, you gasped—only for him to swallow the sound with another searing kiss.

This isn't at all how you expected your "talk" to go. Years of rehearsing different scripts in your head about how you'd tell him you hate him when you saw him, how you'd show him how it felt to feel betrayed and alone... All of those came crumbling down when he touched you like this, so gently but also so needy.

Not that the idea in general hadn't crossed your mind an embarrassing and pathetic amount of times. That, you couldn't deny. Since your cadet days you'd wondered what it would feel like with him, hoping he'd make a move. But he never did. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt the sadness well up inside you again, but that feeling quickly went away when he tilted his head to better kiss you.

His body pressed you harder against the wall, the heat of him searing through your clothes. You could feel the evidence of his arousal against your thigh, and the knowledge of how badly he wanted you—after all this time—sent a thrill through you.

Then, without warning, he broke the kiss, his breath ragged. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, lips swollen from yours.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice rough.

You didn’t.

A low sound escaped him, something between a groan and a growl, before his hands tightened on your waist—and then he was lifting you, turning, and depositing you onto the narrow bunk behind you in one swift motion. The thin mattress barely cushioned the impact, but you barely had time to register it before Reiner was on his knees between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs with a reverence that made your breath hitch.

His gaze flicked up to yours, searching, hesitant—like he still couldn’t believe you were letting him touch you.

"Please," he breathed, fingers curling into the fabric of your pants. "Let me taste you."

The raw need in his voice sent a jolt straight to your core. He was begging. Reiner—the man who had once been so confident, so sure of himself—was now on his knees for you, looking up at you like you were the only thing that could save him.

You swallowed hard, your pulse hammering in your throat. You also didn't expect it to go like this. The Reiner that you knew back then presented himself to be some kind of big leader, something you admired because of how he never seemed to let it go to his head. He was one of the strongest, but he was humble.

So seeing him like this, desperate between your legs, felt almost like culture shock.

But even so, being with him, feeling him, talking to him all felt so good. So good you could cry. "Okay," you breathed, nodding.

His fingers trembled slightly as he undid the fastenings of your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear. Your cunt was already pathetically wet just from making out, and suddenly you just wanted to close your legs so he wouldn't see how much he affected you. Stubborn pride still warred inside you even now. The cool air of the cabin ghosted over your exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Reiner’s breath as he leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, making your heart swell.

Reiner’s hands spread your thighs wider, his thumbs brushing over the damp curls between them. His breath stuttered when he saw how wet you were, his fingers tracing your folds with agonizing slowness.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

He kissed at your inner thighs some more, almost like he just couldn't get enough of the simple action. He'd lick at them, suck them, anything. Reiner was willing to drag this out, it seemed.

"Has anyone ever done this for you before?" Reiner asked, his tone carrying a mix of emotions, staring up at you with his pretty hazel eyes as he kissed at the soft skin of your thighs. Deep down, he selfishly hoped no one else had gotten to see you like this—feel you like this.

Your breath hitched at the sight, unable to pull your gaze away and similarly unable to stop your arousal and need as you felt yourself wet the sheets beneath you even further. "I don't see how that's any of your business," you replied stubbornly, wanting to keep the small amount of control you still held.

That gave Reiner all the answer he needed. "Hm," he responded, careful not to anger you, careful not to upset you. but also understanding and seeing just how much you wanted this—wanted him. And equally he was exceptionally aware of the way his cock twitched in his pants, desperate to make you feel good, desperate to feel your thighs around his head and your fingers against his scalp, desperate to hear you in these moments he's imagined you in so many times.

Reiner didn’t wait for another teasing remark from you—his mouth was on you in an instant, his tongue dragging a slow, filthy stripe up your soaked cunt, groaning against you like he’d been starving for this. The sound alone made your back arch off the bunk, a sharp gasp tearing from your lips as his hands clamped down on your thighs, holding you open for him.

He was messy—no finesse, no practiced rhythm, just pure, desperate hunger. His tongue lapped at you like he was trying to memorize your taste, his nose pressing against your clit as he buried his face between your legs. Every flick of his tongue was sloppy, wet, loud, the obscene sounds of his mouth working you filling the tiny cabin. You could feel his stubble scraping against your sensitive skin, the rough drag only making the pleasure sharper, more overwhelming.

“Fuck—Reiner—” Your fingers tangled in his blonde hair, gripping hard as his tongue circled your clit before sucking it between his lips. His groan vibrated through you, his hands sliding under your ass to tilt your hips up, giving him better access as he devoured you.

He was relentless, like he’d been waiting years for this—because he had. Every muffled sound he made against your cunt, every time his tongue plunged inside you only to drag back up, every time his lips sealed around your clit to suck—it was all too much, and yet you never wanted it to stop.

His enthusiasm was almost embarrassing, the way he moaned into you like he was the one being pleasured, his hips moving against his hand as he rubbed his cock through his pants. You could feel the wetness of your own arousal smeared across his chin, and the sight alone had your thighs trembling around his head.

Drool mixed with your arousal, dripping down his chin as he ate you out like a man possessed. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, keeping you open for him as his tongue plunged inside you, fucking into you with rough, eager strokes before retreating to suck your clit again.

"Taste so good," he panted against you, his voice wrecked. "Fuck, fuck, I knew you would—"

His words cut off into a groan as he redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit before he sealed his lips around it again, sucking hard. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth on you filled the cabin, obscene and perfect, and you could feel the way his hips rocked slightly against the bunk, rutting into nothing as he got off on just tasting you.

"Been thinking about this—" he rasped, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, his tongue circling your clit in tight, relentless circles. "—every night—"

His fingers dug into your thighs, leaving marks as he held you down, refusing to let you squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Close," you choked out, your hips jerking against his mouth. "I’m so close—"

Reiner growled, the sound vibrating through you as he sucked your clit into his mouth one last time, his tongue flicking over it rapidly—

And then you were coming, your back bowing off the bunk as pleasure crashed through you in waves. He didn’t let up, licking you through it, swallowing every drop of you as you shuddered and gasped above him.

When you finally went limp, panting, he pulled back just enough to look up at you.

His chest heaved, his eyes dark with need. But above that, it was like he needed some confirmation he did good.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Are you okay?"

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him up your body until his weight settled over you, pressing you deeper into the thin mattress. His skin was fever-hot, his muscles taut with restraint, but his eyes—those damn hazel eyes—were soft, almost reverent, as he looked down at you.

You didn't answer, not verbally at least.

Your hand slid into his hair, gripping tight as you dragged his mouth to yours, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. A rough groan tore from his throat, his hips jerking forward instinctively, the hard length of his cock grinding against your still-sensitive clit through his pants.

His groan was muffled against your mouth as you licked into him, your fingers tightening in his hair. You could feel the way his body shuddered when you nipped at his bottom lip, the way his hips jerked forward instinctively, grinding his cock—so fucking hard against your thigh.

“God, you’re—” His voice broke as you kissed him again, rougher this time, your teeth dragging over his lip. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging in like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. “Fuck, I need—please—”

"Reiner," you breathed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Please fuck me."

You could feel it—the way his entire body trembled with the effort of holding back, the way his breath came in ragged bursts against your mouth. His hands fumbled with his belt, his fingers shaking as he undid the buckle, his cock springing free, thick and flushed and aching for you.

Reiner didn’t waste another second.

He hooked his hands under your knees, spreading you wider, his gaze locked on where your slick glistened between your thighs. His breath hitched, his cock twitching against your stomach as he lined himself up, the blunt head pressing against your entrance.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough.

You did.

His eyes burned into yours as he pushed inside, slow, so agonizingly slow, his jaw clenched tight as he fought to keep control. The stretch was delicious, the way your walls fluttered around him making his hips stutter.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his fingers digging into your thighs. “You feel—Christ—you feel even better than I imagined.”

And then he was seated fully inside you, his hips flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt. For a moment, neither of you moved—just breathed, just felt, the weight of years of longing crashing over you both.

Then—because he needed to see it, needed to know this was real—he leaned back on his heels, pulling out almost all the way just to watch the way your cunt clung to him, glistening and desperate, before slamming back in. His cock disappeared inside you, your wetness coating his dick as your body stretched to take him.

The sound you made was sinful.

Reiner’s hips snapped forward again, harder this time, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that made your toes curl. His grip shifted from your wrist to your hip, holding you in place as he fucked into you with slow, deep strokes—like he was savoring every second, like he wanted to memorize the way your body took him.

His dick glistened with your arousal, disappearing inside you with each thrust, your cunt gripping him like it was made for him. He couldn’t look away—couldn’t stop the way his breath hitched as he watched himself fuck into you, over and over, your body taking him so perfectly.

Reiner’s rhythm was relentless, each deep stroke dragging a gasp from your lips. His broad palm slid down your stomach, fingers gliding through your slick until his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, rough circles that made your toes curl.

"There you go," he murmured, voice thick with praise as he watched your face twist in pleasure. "So fucking pretty when you take me like this. Can’t believe you’re real—can’t believe I get to have you."

You whimpered, your hips lifting to meet his thrusts, desperate for more, for everything. Reiner moaned at the way your body clenched around him, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

"Love the way you take me," he panted, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. "Like you were made for me, huh? Made to take my cock just like this—shit—"

Then, without warning, he leaned forward, his chest pressing flush against yours, his weight pinning you completely beneath him. The new angle made him sink deeper, his cock hitting a spot inside you that had your vision whiting out for a second.

"There," he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. "That’s it, sweetheart. Let me have you just like this—fuck—"

His thrusts turned slower but impossibly harder, each one dragging a broken moan from your lips. His fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss you again, swallowing your gasps like he needed them to survive.

He braced himself above you, muscles taut, sweat glistening on his skin as he watched your face—every flutter of your lashes, every bitten-off moan—like he was memorizing you all over again.

His hips rolled into yours with a deep, almost reverent grind, pressing so deep you could feel him in your ribs. Your breath hitched as he lingered there, his tip nudging that perfect, aching spot inside you before pulling back with a slow, torturous drag that made your toes curl.

"Feel how deep I am?" he breathed, his fingers tightening on your hip as he rocked into you again, slow and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. "Fuck, you’re perfect."

His voice was wrecked, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. But he didn’t rush—just kept moving inside you with that same maddening pace, every thrust a sweet torment.

"Could stay like this forever," he admitted, his lips brushing your jaw. "Just like this—buried inside you, feeling you clench around me like you never wanna let me go."

"Reiner," you whined.

"I've got you," he responded, hips never stopping.

And when your back arched, your body tightening around him, he didn’t speed up—just kept fucking you through it, his lips pressed to your neck, whispering praise as pleasure washed over you in waves.

Reiner’s thrusts grew more erratic, his control slipping as your walls fluttered around him, pulling him deeper with each desperate clench. His breath came in ragged gasps, his forehead pressed against yours as he fought to hold on just a little longer.

“I—fuck—I’m close,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. His fingers dug into your hips, his rhythm faltering as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.

You arched beneath him, nails scraping down his back as you panted, “Inside… please, Reiner—I want you to cum inside me.”

His entire body tensed at your words, a shudder running through him. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark with lust and something dangerously close to worship.

“Are you—fuck—are you sure?” he rasped, hips stuttering as he struggled to keep his pace steady.

You nodded, biting your lip as you clenched around him deliberately, drawing a broken groan from his lips.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Want to feel you—all of you.”

That was all it took.

Reiner’s restraint shattered.

"Fuck—gonna fill you up so good," he panted, his forehead dropping against yours. "Gonna make sure you feel it—"

You clenched around him, your own climax building again, and he cursed, his rhythm faltering.

"Come with me," he demanded, his voice wrecked. "Wanna feel you cum on my cock while I’m deep inside you—fuck—please—"

His words tipped you over the edge. Pleasure crashed through you, your body tightening around him in waves, and Reiner lost it.

With a growl that was almost feral, he slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed inside you, hot and thick. His body shuddered violently, his fingers gripping you like a lifeline as he spilled deep, his release filling you in waves.

You could feel him pulsing inside you, his cock twitching as he rode out his orgasm, his forehead pressed to yours. When he finally stilled, he didn’t pull away—just stayed there, his body heavy and warm against yours, his breath slowly steadying.

After a long moment, he lifted his head, his gaze soft as he brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your face.

"Okay?" he murmured, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

You nodded, your fingers lazily tracing the muscles of his back.

Reiner exhaled, something like relief—or maybe wonder—flickering in his eyes before he leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

"Good," he murmured against your mouth.

You lay in comfortable silence for what felt like hours but was likely only minutes, Reiner's weight pressing you into the thin mattress, his breath warm against your neck. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, as though memorizing the feel of you. Neither of you wanted to break the spell, to acknowledge the world waiting outside this small cabin.

"I love you," you whispered finally, the words escaping before you could think better of them. They hung in the air between you, raw and honest.

Reiner stilled, his breath catching. Slowly, he raised himself up on his elbows to look at you, his hazel eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip. For a terrible moment, you thought you'd said too much, revealed too much of yourself to someone who had once betrayed you.

But then his expression softened, a genuine smile—one you hadn't seen in years—spreading across his face. "I love you too," he said, his voice steady and sure. "I always have."

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. "I know it doesn't change anything," he murmured. "I know it doesn't make up for what I did. But it's true."

His eyes grew serious again. "Whatever happens with Eren, with the Rumbling… I'm going to protect you. I promise."

Before you could respond, a sharp knock at the door made you both jump.

"Hey, you two done?" Connie's voice called through the thin wood. "There's food up on the deck if you're interested. Kinda limited, but better than nothing."

You and Reiner exchanged wide-eyed looks before scrambling to get dressed, movements frantic and clumsy in the small space. Your fingers fumbled with buttons and clasps as you tried to make yourselves presentable.

"Uh, yeah," Reiner called back, his voice remarkably steady considering his panicked expression. "We'll be right there."

You could hear the smirk in Connie's voice as he replied, "Take your time. Not like we can hear everything through these paper-thin walls or anything."

Your face burned as you hurriedly tucked in your shirt. Reiner looked equally mortified, though a small, almost boyish grin played at the corners of his mouth when your eyes met.

"Ready?" he asked softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, taking a deep breath before opening the door. Connie was waiting in the narrow corridor, a knowing grin splitting his face. Without a word, he turned and headed up the stairs, gesturing for you both to follow.

Reiner went first, and you couldn't help but notice the way Connie immediately engaged him in animated conversation as they climbed, acting as though nothing unusual had happened at all. Their voices faded slightly as they reached the deck above.

Jean appeared at your side as you finished climbing the stairs.

"So," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I take it the talk went well?"

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. "Yeah, really well," you replied, hoping that Connie was just teasing and no one else heard a thing.

"I just mean," he continued, a stupid and annoying grin on your face, "when I suggested you two clear the air, I didn't necessarily mean you should bring down the whole ship with your—"

Your face burned with embarrassment and fury. "I will literally throw you overboard, Jean," you hissed, shoving his shoulder hard enough to make him stumble back. "I swear to God—"

Jean laughed, ducking away from your next swing. "Hey, I'm happy for you guys! Honestly!" He held up his hands in surrender, still grinning as he backed up the stairs. "Just doing my part as your friend to give you shit about it."

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borathae · 8 months ago

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↳ Index [Day 05 - Dragon Cock]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: Dragon!Yoongi, Fantasy!AU, Secret Love!AU

Kinks: dragon cock, cunnilingus, magical spit, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetrative sex, he tries so hard to be gentle with her, breeding, creampie, multiple orgasms, praise, strength kink, size kink (he is a lot bigger ‘cause dragon yk), giddy aftercare

Wordcount: 5.5k

a/n: i love him i love him i love him!! he is my beloved pookie and i’ve only known him for one day! also, click this link if you wanna see his delicacies :) i’m serious, do it :)

You lived in Bailemon, which liked to consider itself a town, but it was very far from that. It was small, perhaps even small enough to be considered a village instead of a town. Not many outsiders visited Bailemon because it was far from big cities, nestled between two high mountain ranges and hidden in a dense forest. The roads were passable, but not good. People here lived from the forest and from the little mountainous farming they were able to do during the warmer months.

Your town – or village – had a village square where each second day, the farmers and merchants gathered to sell their goods. In autumn, there was a festival of fire held on the square to ward off the evil spirits of winter. Bailemon also had a place of worship, which was considered holy beyond comparison. It was said that on its grounds, evil cannot tread and in times of danger, one should run to it for shelter.

The people in your village were superstitious, they believed in ghosts, dark magic and demons. You knew their superstition to be justified. This world was dark. The nights during the cold months were too long not to bring forth evil. But you also knew that stuff like holy grounds were nothing but lies to make life in the village easier. Evil walks where it pleases, it takes what it wants and leaves no room for escape.

You lived in the village with your aging parents, taking care of them as their only surviving child. You had a brother once, but he walked into the forest one day and never returned. People say that evil spirits got him, but you know that this was a lie because you looked for him. At least you tried to because you never found him nor traces of evil spirits. You are convinced that it was simply a pack of hungry wolves which took him from your family. Or perhaps he ran away to somewhere warmer and happier. You wouldn’t blame him.

As the only living child of your parents, it became your duty to tend to them in their growing age. You earned money forging swords for the Queen’s army and went hunting whenever food ran out. You also helped the farmers shoe their horses and ox and sometimes scared villagers came to you asking for yet another lock for their front door. Your family lived well thanks to you, even if work by the forge was hard and difficult.

If you weren’t sweating by the scorching fire or hunting in the forest, you walked it in search of berries and mushrooms or to train with your sword. The reason however why you walked the woods most, was the dragon living high up in the northern mountains.

Dragons. Yes, they were as real as evil spirits and wicked demons were and your village was under the protection of one.

Dragons didn’t look as one might imagine a dragon to look like, at least not always. They could morph their enormous dragonic bodies into human-like bodies and walk among people. Their eyes, however, always remained a fiery yellow and their canine teeth were always sharp and pointy. They were also taller than normal humans and had scales down their necks and torsos. Some even had scales on their hands and sharp claws which sliced deeper than any blade ever could. In the lands of humans, dragons were considered gods.

The festival of fire was held because of the dragon living in the mountains. A brave soul is sent to his lair to ask him for his presence each year. Then once the dragon comes down from his high home, he lights the fire with his hot breath and with it, wards off the evil winter spirits. Once the fire burns bright, the villagers begin dancing around the fire in pairs, thanking the dragon for the fire and his protection while he sits on a wooden throne, overlooking the dance. He is always alone during these festivities, drinking wine and eating meat, except for when one of the many willing women – and men – try catching his attention. He never reciprocates.

Marrying a dragon was considered a gift from the gods and not many were successful. Dragons were a distant people �� perhaps that is why they became so rare these days – and scarcely engaged with humans except for when they were needed. They lived longer than any human ever would and because of their bigger bodies, many who tried to be intimate with a human, ended up hurting their beloved counterpart. So for the safety of humans, of whom the dragons were very fond, they stayed away from them.

That doesn’t stop you however from regularly walking the path to the dragon’s lair. Sword strapped to your back and with a thick dress warming your body, you walk the steep and stony path. You put your parents to sleep already and locked the cottage. The priest spoke of evil spirits dancing on the wind tonight and you didn’t want to risk anything. You knew that they were safe in your house because you placed dragon ash by each window and door. It was the only thing which truly kept evil away and it is a regular present the dragon gives you.

You take a deep breather once you reach the mountain plateau in front of his cave. Marks of his dragon body landing dig deep into the grey gravel. Small autumn flowers grow in its deep crevices. The dragon placed a pot of flowers next to the cave entrance. You have to chuckle each time you pass it because of its peculiarity. It looks so out of place and yet fits his character so well.

“Yoongi!” you call out the dragon’s name, voice echoing in the big cave. You venture deeper into the cave, leaving the cold autumn air behind. “Yoongi, are you home?”

His lair consisted of two caves. One big and deep and one smaller. The big cave was in the front, welcoming you with endless darkness as it dug deep into the mountain. It smelled ancient and wet in here and there was always a faint sound of water trickling somewhere. Yoongi can fly in it when he is in his true form and hide on the ceiling when he doesn’t want to be found. The smaller cave was where he lived however. You have to take a sharp turn to the right for it and walk through a corridor-like walkway. The ceiling shrinks in height until it was but six meters.

“Yoongi, are you in here?” you try again, entering his true lair. Your voice doesn’t echo anymore. Lantern and torches light up the walls, a fireplace warms the space, expensive rugs cover the stone ground and golden furniture fills the room. Gold, jewels and crystals are scattered all around the cave in heaps or stuffed into big treasure chests. It feels homely here and tonight it is empty.

“Where the heavens are you?” you murmur, looking around the lair. An especially golden cup calls your attention. You bend down to inspect it better, fluttering your lashes at your own distorted reflection. It brings a chuckle to your lips and you straighten up, “how silly I looked.”

You ghost your fingers over a set of earrings next. They sparkle like stars in the sky. They are so beautiful.

“Careful, they’re worth more than your entire village.”

“Oh heavens”, you startle, pulling your sword in instinct and whipping around quickly. The blade graces against your stalker’s throat without cutting them.

“Don’t strike me down just yet”, Yoongi says, lifting his hands.

“You scared me”, you say, touching his chin with the tip of your sharp sword.

The right corner of his lips curls into an amused smirk, revealing glimpses of his long fangs.

“I could tell”, he says blithely despite the sword against his throat.

You put pressure on his chin, forcing his head to tilt up and for his amused smirk to grow. His fiery eyes flicker, a deep growl rumbles in his chest.

“I could have cut your head off”, you say.

“And yet you didn’t.”

You flip the blade to its side, forcing him to gulp because of the sharpness against his skin.

“Careful now”, he rasps.

“Mhm”, you decide with a cock of your brow, pulling your sword back. You twirl it once then put it back into its sheath, features warming as you laugh.

His golden eyes soften and a smile curls his lips. He closes the distance, placing his big hands on your waist and bending down to kiss your lips. You rest your hands on his strong chest, getting on your tiptoes to reach him better. He breaks the kiss, rubbing his nose against yours gently. His breath smells fresh and feels warm.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“The cottage was too cold.”

He laughs, “this is the only reason?”

You snicker, dancing your hands to the nape of his strong neck to trace the scales. You shake your head, “no, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“You did?”

“Mh-hm very much so.”

He draws a giggle to your lips. He smiles, tasting it with a tender kiss. “Come here you”, he mumbles and deepens the kiss. He lifts you off the ground for it just enough that you didn’t have to stand on your tiptoes any longer.

You break the kiss to talk, even if he disagrees with a low growl. His golden eyes gaze longingly at your lips.

“Where were you before I called for you?”

“Deep in the caves, digging for gold.”

“I see and were-”

He interrupts you in laughed words, “will you kiss me or do I have to steal it from you?”

“No. No, I will kiss you. I got the message”, you laugh, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Yoongi purrs deeply, holding you tighter against him as his lips fall into a passionate dance with yours.

You met Yoongi in the year your brother died. You knew him long before that, but up until then, never talked to him. You simply watched from a distance as he lit the fire and then sat on his throne overlooking the dance. You also watched him refuse countless suitors and return to his cave alone once the festival ended. Other than that, you never engaged with him. You had always found him interesting, because dragons are gods after all and he looked so very beautiful in his human form. His hair was as black as soot, his eyes as golden as flames and his scales were an iridescent of black and gold. He didn’t possess sharp claws, which made his touch so very gentle and tender and his lips were soft and pouty which made his kiss so very addicting.

You talked to Yoongi in the year your brother died. You spent too many days to count in the dense forest in search for him and it happened that one day, you got lost. You tried and tried to find your way back, but couldn’t. Night replaced the day and you already saw yourself freezing to death when he came. At first you thought him to be a bear, but then he asked you if you were lost and you knew that you were saved. You told him about why you were in the forest and he offered you comfort in your painful times of grief. He allowed you to talk about your brother as he walked you back to the village, he even allowed you to cry and assured you that your tears were not “entirely silly”. Once he led you back to your cottage, he gave you a bag of dragon ash and told you to spread it on each window and door to keep the rest of your family safe and you thanked him with promises of praying to him in the worship hall tomorrow. Back then, you thought that you were blessed and lucky to have an interaction with him, but you never could have imagined that this one time interaction became a regular thing.

Ever since that day, he began waiting for you by the forest road, offering you companionship in your search for your brother and like this, your walks in the forest became a regular thing until one day, you took his hand and he took yours, never wanting to let go again.

The people in the village didn’t know about your relationship with Yoongi. It was your wish to keep it secret because you knew that they would ruin it. They would force you to marry him, to bear his children, to become their goddess. You didn’t want this life, you wanted to take care of your parents and help the people with your smithies, not be someone to worship.

Yoongi didn’t mind that you wanted to keep him a secret. He liked it. He had many treasures taken from him because they were precious to him and if it was revealed that you were the most precious treasure of all, it would kill you and him in the process. He cannot lose you, not ever. Not when he walked the earth alone for so long, not when his fiery heart finally had someone to burn for.

Yoongi was lonely before he met you. He had other dragons to talk to, but he enjoyed the company of only a very, very few. He also had lots of suitors, which could have made the nights easier, but Yoongi wasn’t one for meaningless fucking. Yoongi craved connection above all. He craved intimacy and trust and conversation. He craved someone to care for and someone to see him as another living being not as a god. You give him all of this and more, but Yoongi knows that even if you didn’t give him any of that, he would love you. He loves you without reason after all. He loves you simply because it was right.

You break the kiss for air, vision just a little blurry as you look at him. You are eye to eye when you are in his arms, hands running along his scaly neck and strong shoulders. A black tunic sits on his torso, allowing his higher body heat to reach your palms. Even in the iciest nights he will warm you. Sometimes in winter, when your parents were already sleeping and the village was quiet, Yoongi sneaks into your cottage through the window (which is always hilarious because he is very big in comparison to the small frame) so he could warm you as you fell asleep. He is always gone the next morning, only having left behind a fresh bag of dragon ash and a few gold coins you could spent in the big city on food.

“You are so warm”, you say, making his eyes smile.

“You are such a delight.”

Your eyes race between the other’s, you and he feel breathless. Your fingers run up to his slightly pointy ears, scratching him behind them.

Yoongi purrs, tilting his head back as his lids flutter.

“If you touch me like this…”

“I know.”

It is a silent understanding between you and him. Yoongi sighs your name and pulls you into a kiss. His fangs clash with yours before he naturally fixes his roughness, kissing you oh so tenderly. Tenderly, but also incredibly hungry. You moan, fingers twisting his black locks and legs closing around his waist. He answers you in a guttural growl, fingers grasping you harder.

This is also why you walked the difficult path. Not only did you want to see him, you wanted his body and touch. You craved it like fire craves wood to burn.

Yoongi walks to his bed with you, laying you atop the big mattress. He climbs over you, caging you under his big, strong body. You open your legs willingly, hands slipping from his hair to grasp the sheets instead.

The kiss breaks because he broke it. His hot breath graces your skin. He cradles your cheek, thumb caressing your temple.

“My treasure, I”, he begins, fingers dimpling your soft thigh possessively, “I need you. I need you so much, I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?”

You nod your head vigorously, stomach fluttering in what was to come.

“I need to hear it, please.”

“I will. I will have you”, you allow him, parting your legs.

Yoongi moans your name and kisses you, pulling you up into a sitting position to take off your sword. Your fingers are busy with his shirt, undoing the knots and bows. You break apart for just a moment, taking off your clothes. You cannot bother to be dressed.

A moment of calm after the undressing, used to stare at each other. You are both kneeling on the bed, facing each other. He is panting, growling deeply each time he exhales like a dragon ready to spit fire. The sound makes you wetter each time he does it. His torso is muscular and his scales hug his form as if he was wearing armour. They are mostly around his chest and upper back and fade out on his lower torso. His legs and crotch are free of scales, skin golden and sun-kissed and looking so human. You touch him, tracing the scales first before making your way down to his legs.

He lets you, eyes mesmerised by the plumpness of your breasts and the curves of your bared body. He reaches out, sending his fingers on a walk along your landscape.

“You are so beautiful”, he speaks softly, eyes gazing at the goosebumps his touch draws to the surface.

“You are just as beautiful”, you tell him, caressing the silken skin of his stomach.

You reach his hips. His skin is so soft there and sensitive to scratches. You give him exactly that, making his cock twitch between his thighs.

Yoongi’s cock wasn’t human and the first time you saw it in its full size, you understood why so many dragons ended up hurting their lovers. It was the cock of a dragon, made for dragon. If he was in his true form, you are actually unable to take it because of its enormous size. If he was in his human form, it shrunk with him, but it was still insanely big in comparison to human cocks. His cock curved slightly in the shape of an S. He wasn’t smooth as humans were, instead his length had an engorged tip with a textured shaft, which stimulated even your deepest spots. When he released inside you, his base swelled up, keeping his cock lodged inside you until your quivering walls had enough of drinking his nectar.

You were scared at first and Yoongi, feeling just a little insecure that you couldn’t like his cock, told you that you could still escape if you so wished to do. The fear in his voice drew you closer to him back then and you assured him that you could make it work because you wanted nobody else to fill you than him. He took your virginity that night and for not one second, you felt pain or discomfort, lying in his arms afterwards while his fingertips drew shapes of adoration on your skin and he whispered how much he adored you.

The memories of countless shared nights draw you closer to him and your hand to his cock, tracing his textured shaft. Despite his many pumps and crevices, his skin was soft to the touch. He was hotter than humans and it made his length feel incredible inside. It is best described as a feeling of burning from the inside in the most pleasurable of ways and once he releases inside, oh, once his hot cream fills your belly to the point of bloating, the heat is so intense that you often end up screaming in ecstasy.

You close your fingers around his base tightly and drag them up to his tip. The pressure is enough to squeeze droplets of precum out of his slit, eliciting a deep growl from him.

He frowns, exhaling a hot swirl of breath on your face. It wasn’t painful, simply insanely arousing. His fingers dimple your hips as he grabs you. You wobble slightly from the intense touch, hand trembling around his large cockhead.

“You are playing with fire”, he lulls, eyelids heavy in pleasure.

“I like it hot”, you taunt, twisting your fist around his tip.

“You drive me insane”, he gets out and slaps your hand away for the sole purpose of pushing you into the sheets. He pins your hands above your head. “One day it will end in your punishment.”

You moan, writhing under him. You wouldn’t mind being punished if it meant that you could feel his touch.

“Stay like this.”

You whimper, nodding your head in obedience.

“I will be gentle, I promise.”

He lowers his lips to your neck, kissing a path down to your heat. He is hasty in his kisses, letting his impatience shine through this way. Dragons, so he told you, are a greedy people. Once they lust for something - or in his case, someone - they would do anything to claim it as quickly as possible. Stuff like taking it slow and preparing you are foreign to his people, but he does it for you. He is so good in being patient, but sometimes his greed shines through. Tonight for example when he kisses a greedy and hasty path down your body just so he could be between your legs faster.

He places one kiss on each of your inner thighs, strong fingers gripping your flesh afterwards to pull your legs apart. His fiery eyes race over your exposed cunt, flickering hungrily.

“You are so wet already”, he rasps.

“I wanted you all week.”

“I wanted you more, you have no idea.”

Patience finally leaves him and he claims what he lusts for most, drawing a yelp of pleasure from you. You arch your back, legs shaking in his hold and fingers grasping his thick hair as he feasts on your cunt sloppily.

Yoongi pleases you with his mouth for two reasons, he told you. The first reason is his insatiable hunger and greed. You are sweeter than anything he could ever taste and your cunt’s nectar makes his head blurry in pleasure. The second reason is the more important one. It is to make you ready for his dragonic cock. The spit of a dragon is relaxing to a human, it contains elements which not only heighten the sensitivity of their nerve endings, but which also relaxes the muscles so their holes could take a dragon’s cock easily. Yoongi confessed to you back then that the reason why so many dragons hurt their human lovers is because they don’t take time to properly relax them. They let their lust and greed control them and as a result hurt their humans.

Yoongi would never. Yoongi takes his time with you. He licks every inch of your dripping heat, buries his long tongue deep in your walls and pumps it into you until your tightened walls loosened up and you are gaping for his cock. He licks you to orgasm whenever he prepares you and you always shake in his grip, forcing his greed to grow to unbearable levels. Yoongi loves your orgasms as much as he loves gold.

Tonight is no different, Yoongi draws an overwhelming orgasm out of you. You scream, legs trying to close on his head and weakened body helplessly shaking on the sheets. Yoongi growls into you, pushing his fingers deep into your loose cunt so he could feel your walls tremble.

He keeps them inside you after your high ebbed down, curling them greedily while his soiled lips kiss up your body. He grabs your wrists and holds them together, big body draped over yours and fingers rubbing your sensitive insides.

“You’re sweating”, he rasps, gazing at you obsessively.

“Please fuck me, please”, you beg, voice so close to a sob. His fingers aren’t enough. “I need your cock, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

“I will be gentle, I promise”, he says, slipping his fingers from your cunt to jerk his own cock. He guides it to your gaping cunt, rubbing it through your folds. “You are so beautiful, my treasure”, he breathes, giving you all his adoration by pushing into you.

You gasp, tensing up under him at the feeling of his engorged tip pushing past your entrance.

“Are you hurting?” he asks, moving as slowly as possible.

You shake your head, gazing up at him droopily.

“Tell me if it does. You are doing so well, my treasure”, he whispers, fingers rubbing your swollen clit to make the breach easier.

“It feels so good…”

You can feel his large tip as it digs deeper and deeper, but what truly feels like heaven are the many pumps and crevices filling you. Your entrance is on pleasurable fire, feeling every texture inch by inch. His saliva made your walls sensitive to the very end, forcing you to feel his textured cock even deep inside. He curves so perfectly that his large tip presses against you deepest pleasure spot, forcing your belly to bulge just a little because he was so, so big.

“I’m in. Does it hurt?” he asks, keeping still for your sake. His greed tells him to take you rough. It takes everything inside him not to give into his animalistic side.

You spill tears.

“No. No, I’m sorry I-” he panics, but gets stopped when you rip your hands free from his grasp to cradle his face instead.

“I love you, Yoongi.”

He shudders, melting into your hands.

“I love you too”, he gets out and twists the pillow above your head as he begins pumping his cock into you. “Does this please you?”

“A-ah”, you let out, trembling in reaction.

“Is it too much?”

“No, please…don’t stop”, you croak, rolling your eyes back as you fall into the pleasurable fire. Your lips part, making way for the endless noises of bliss he draws out of you. It feels so good. He feels so good.

“You are so beautiful. Oh, I need you. I want you. I crave you, argh”, he growls, twisting the pillow rougher as his greedy hips pick up speed. Your moans drive him wild, the view of your glowing face has the same effect on him than the view of fresh gold does. He feels high, head pounding as he feeds his insatiable lust with each heavy, deep thrust.

Your body is so small under him, looking so fragile and breakable and yet you take him so easily. Yoongi rips the pillow, grinding his fangs as he growls. He buries his cock deeper in your gaping walls, forcing your back to arch off the mattress and for your voice to rise in pitch. He lets his tail grow just so he could wrap it around your waist and hold you in this position while he rubbed your pulsating clit and fucked your soft cunt.

“You’re mine. My treasure, my everything, my beloved”, he chants, deep voice contorted in pleasure.

He is still in disbelief that you can take him so easily. So small, so fragile, so soft and yet you can house him entirely. The first time he laid with you, Yoongi barely went past his first two inches, moving carefully and slowly just so he wouldn’t hurt you. He would have been fine if that was all that you could ever take, but you proved him so wrong. He can be free with you. You can fully take him and it makes you moan so blissfully that Yoongi feels high just from the sound of it.

He is so blessed to have you. His treasure, his beloved, his everything. His tail tightens around your waist possessively, angling your hips so he could go so much deeper.

You wail his name, fingers gripping his strong arms and legs dropping as they stop working. Only his tail holds you up right now while you shake under him.

“Are you?”

“Yes”, you wail, moaning loudly afterwards.

“I need you, I fucking need you”, he spits, cursing because you anger him in pure lust, “I’m going to fill you with my seed until you’re bursting. I will paint your walls golden, you will be mine. Mine forever, urgh.”

“Please! Please make me yours, please!”

Yoongi lets out a dragonic growl, ripping the pillow apart and throwing his head back as your pleas break him. His big balls empty themselves in your trembling heat, giving you so much pleasure that you orgasm again with screams of his name. There is so much of his seed and it doesn’t want to stop, filling you up past your limits so it squirts out of you with each angry thrust. And Yoongi keeps going until his base swells and he genuinely cannot move his cock anymore.

He drops his head into the crook of your neck, huffing and puffing demonically. His cock is still releasing into you, making you sob because the pressure of his engorged base and swollen tip against your overly sensitive walls makes you orgasm again.

“Yoongi, I can’t do this. I can’t, it feels too good”, you plead, walls clenching around his swollen cock as they drink his golden seed greedily.

“I know, my treasure, I know”, he soothes you, “I can’t stop. I’m so greedy, I can’t stop. I’m sorry.”

“I can’t do this, Yoongi. Yoongi please”, you beg, barely able to breathe. While dragon’s spit relaxes, their seed gives a human a rush of pleasure. The first time it happened, you cried because it was so overwhelming. You still need to cry often whenever he breeds you and tonight all that holds you back is the loving embrace of his tail around your waist. It feels so good but also like too much because you cannot stop orgasming.

“Not again, ah please Yoongi!!”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s almost over, I promise. Please hold onto me, it’s almost over”, he soothes you, massaging your engorged clit to make it easier to bear.

Your stomach is so bloated from his seed, you are sweating so much. He can feel one more load building up.

“I need you to breathe for me. One last time, I promise”, he lulls and rolls his hips into you.

You writhe and scream, scratching down his neck with all your might. You don’t draw blood because his scales protect him, but he still feels it as a pleasurable tingle.

Yoongi lifts his head to look at you. It lasts one second because then his eyes roll back as the view of your ruined, drugged body sets him off.

“I love you”, he wails, bursting into you one last time. He makes you orgasm with him, walls tightening to the point of milking him dry.

This is what you both needed. To be so connected.

He drops his head back into your neck, fingers slipping from the ruined pillow to pet your head instead.

“My treasure, oh my treasure, my golden beloved”, he croaks, kissing you gently, “I’m sorry for being so greedy, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. I’m so happy”, you get out, body laying limp and ruined under him. His swollen cock is still inside you, keeping every droplet of his golden seed in you. It warms you so much, makes you feel so good.

“You are? You’re happy?” he asks.

“So happy.” You hug him with your weak arms, barely able to close them around his broad back. “I’m yours.”

He whimpers, seeking your closeness by hugging you against his chest with his strong arm and his tail.

“Oh my most loved treasure.” He kisses a slow path up to your face, cradling your cheek with his unoccupied hand. “Will you stay the night? I promise to fly you down to the village by morning.”

“Yes, I’d like to stay. I couldn��t possibly walk tonight. Not after how you ruined me.”

A shy giggle slips from his lips. You open your eyes, meeting his giddy gaze. His cheeks are flushed, his dark hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead. The view of him makes his cock feel so much better inside you. You are his. So entirely and willingly his.

“I couldn’t help it. I missed you so much and, and you are so tempting. Did I hurt you?”

“No, it felt so good. You still do”, you say, clenching around his swollen cock. He shudders slightly, drawing closer to you.

“I promise my cock will soften soon, you just feel so good. I’m trying, but he wants to bask in you longer, I’m sorry.”

“I hope he doesn’t soften soon. I don’t want this to end.”

He blushes, but needs to seek more reassurance still.

“Please forgive me for the way I acted when I bred you. I acted like a greedy animal.”

“Mhm, you did. Because you are a greedy animal. My greedy dragon, mine”, you say caressing his soft cheek.

He leans into your touch, eyes lowering in adoration. You giggle, scrunching your nose cutely. He smiles, brushing some messy strands of hair out of your forehead.

“I love you, my little human.”

“And I love you, my strong dragon.”

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loveforpb5 · 22 days ago

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two hours wasted

pairing - paige!bueckers x fem!reader

warnings - smut, fingering (r!recieving), pet names

summary - you wanted to give paige a nice meal for her big win, but it took a little bit of a turn.

"what're you makin princess?" paige's arms snaked around my waist from behind me. her fingers framing my stomach and slightly squeezing to get me to answer her. it had been a big win for paige's team today so i thought cooking something special for her would be nice after working her ass off in the court. she deserved it.

"pasta" i turned my head to the side just enough for our lips to graze against eachother. my hands were still occupied mixing up shrimps with some random seasonings. paige looked over my shoulder to get a better look at the food that was yet to be cooked. "hmm. why are you making pasta at..." paige paused to look across the kitchen at a digital clock "at 9 pm?" i let out a soft sigh mixed with a giggle as paige showed me a very confused expression. "well i was thinking that we could have just a little night to ourselves. maybe we could actually eat at the table and not on the couch?" paige scoffed playfully at my last comment. "and you did so good today."

i knew how paige could get when i praised her. whether it was for basketball or simple winning a video game. she was an absolute slut for praise. so i threw compliments everywhere i could. "thank you baby" her strong hands slowly spun me around from the counter to face her. i looked up at her tall figure, trying hard to not stare at her lips as she spoke. even though we had been together for seven months now, i still couldn't help but get flustered when we were met face to face in silence. her hands ghosted around my hips, toying around with the waist band of my shorts. "mhm. what'd you think about that" i stood up taller on my toes to reach her ear and whisper in it. "it's nice"

paige walked away and it took me exactly one hour to finish up the meal and prepare the table. 2 hours in total. paige had been sitting on the couch, scrolling on her phone or on call with a friend.

"yeah my girlfriend is so perfect. she's making us dinner so that we can eat at the table." i felt a wave of heat rush over me when i heard those words leave her mouth. i couldn't help but grin as i dished up a bowl of pasta for paige and one for me. "baby what do you want to drink?" i holler out for her. "water is fine!"

i set the full dishes on the table and laid out napkins and utensils. making sure everything was just picture perfect. but the second i walked up to paige sitting on the couch, legs spread apart, her hand running through her own hair roughly. dinner didn't matter. she stood up with excitement on her face. i found her hands wrapped around my waist again as she pulled me into a sloppier kiss than before. "mmm thank you" she said against my lips before pulling away and walking to the dining table. her hand stayed wrapped around the side of my waist, holding me close against her.

of course this dinner took forever and i made it so that we could have a night to ourselves. but god the way paige was sitting on the couch and her natural waves were out sprawled over her shoulders. ever since she had gotten home i could feel myself growing more wet with every word she said. paige was just about to sit down and i couldn't take it any longer. "p-paige?" i croaked out.

"mhm?"

usually calling myself out wasn't my type of thing due to embarrassment. but god she looked too good tonight.

"i need you..." my voice slowly began to drop as i finished my statement. i had my hands resting on my own stomach, trying to imagine that my own touch was paige's. and before i knew it, my hips were covered by paige's hands. "mm yeah?" paige pressed her lips against the skin in my neck, right next to my ear, slowly moving down my neck. her hands rested in the small of my back as she leaned me backwards. just enough to make space for her lips to leave sloppy kisses around my collarbones.

she took her time moving her lips in all the right places. occasional nipping at soft spots that sent whines up my throat and out of my mouth. "paige please" her lips were making their way down to my stomach. she stayed silent except for the soft smacks her lips made as she reached closer to my core. "what'd you want from me? speak up" she teased right as she could've devoured me. "touch me paige please" i whined out. she brought her lips back up to my own, sliding her tongue between her lips and through mine. "mmm good girl" she slowly sipped two of her fingers under the waistband of my shorts, practically ripping them off as i snaked them to my ankles.

she used a single pad of her finger to trace over my clothed cunt. "fuck. so wet all for me?" now i couldn't even form words. paige's voice mixed with the gentle teasing against my clit almost made cum on the spot. without breaking our kiss, she slid my panties down my thighs and took no time to plunge two of her fingers in my dripping hole. i could feel my legs becoming more weak the second she sped up.

her pace was quick without warning, my thighs squeezing around her wrist to almost ground myself in the moment. my hand held onto the arm of the couch once she started pumping her fingers faster and faster. my moans got breathier as i felt the knot in my stomach tying tighter. her fingers curled harshly, making my walls clench around them and my head tilt back.

"i- fuck paige fuck-" i breathed out, one hand reaching for the back of her neck and running through her baby hairs.

"whats up? you gonna cum for me hm?" the words rolled off her tongue and back to my neck like poison. my head getting dizzy quickly as she pumped her fingers as deep as possible, curling it the spot ive been craving all fucking night. i came immediately. juices flowing down her fingers and onto to the blanket on the couch beneath me.

her name spilled from my mouth repeatedly, my hands holding onto the couch and her neck at the same time. her fingers slowed down eventually, pulling away and looking at them. admiration in her eyes as she eyed down the slick covering her fingers.

"look at the mess you made pretty girl. all for me" she smiled, placing her two fingers in her mouth and sucked gently. she pulled them out with a pop and then kissed me immediately, a softer kiss than before. i was able to taste myself from her tongue. she placed a couple gentle kisses on my cheeks and jaw before pulling her body away from mine and standing up.

"wanna take a bath baby?" i asked softly hoping she'd say yes just so we didnt go to bed earlier. but the look in her eyes was clear that she didnt want to take a bath.

"yeah sure princess, lets just go to the room"

she took my hands in hers and led the both of us to the room.

a/n - erm hey....first little paige fic....what do we think....

#paige blockers #paige bueckers #paige buckets #paige x reader #uconn wbb #ncaa wbb #wbb #usc wbb #wbb x reader #uconn huskies #paige bueckers uconn #uconn women’s basketball #uconn x reader

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bambieyedoll · 2 months ago

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⋆·˚ ༘ * SETH CLEARWATER HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 you’re seth’s best friend and embry’s imprint

you’ve been seth’s best friend since you were kids. like, “climbing trees and falling out of them together” kind of best friends.

you were the quiet, observant one. he was the hyper, loyal puppy of a kid who stuck to you like glue.

everyone on the rez knew if they saw seth, you were probably nearby too, dragging him away from climbing trees or smoothing over one of his awkward jokes.

seth tells you everything. you’re his sounding board, his partner in crime, his therapist, his snack enabler, all in one.

you were the first person he told when he thought something weird was going on with his body. “like, my legs feel like they’re… too strong. is that a thing?”

“are you okay? you didn’t drink any weird energy drinks, right?

you’re basically a second clearwater sibling. sue knows your favorite meals and leah used to babysit you both (reluctantly).

when harry passed, you were the first person seth cried to outside his family. you stayed over for days, sleeping on the couch, making food, keeping the house a little less empty.

leah acts annoyed when you’re around, but if you don’t show up for a few days, she’ll casually ask where you’ve been.

you were there through leah’s heartbreak and his mom’s quiet sadness and the weird tension that started hanging in the air around sam’s pack. you stuck by seth like it was second nature.

you’re fiercely protective of seth. you’d swing on someone three times your size for making fun of him—and you have.

it was simple. and then it happened.

you meet embry briefly at the beach one day with seth, and you remember thinking, “he’s cute, but he looks like he thinks too much.”

then he disappears for a while, and you don’t think much of it… until he shows up again.

you’re sitting on the porch, joking with seth, when you hear the crash in the woods. seth’s immediately on edge, jumping up protectively.

and then he walks out. embry, but—different. taller, broader, and his eyes meet yours with this staggering stillness. he looks like he’s seen a ghost.

your whole body reacts before your mind catches up. it feels like gravity realigned to him.

seth notices. of course he notices. he stares between the two of you, then at embry. “wait… no way. are you serious right now?”

embry can’t even speak at first. just breathes out your name like it’s holy.

seth pretends he’s fine. “it’s cool, i mean, whatever. it’s just some ancient wolf magic soulmate thing, right? no biggie.” but he can’t hide the little cracks in his smile.

he’s never had to share you before. and now it feels like someone just took you without asking.

you try to balance everything—your growing connection with embry and your history with seth. you’re constantly checking on seth, making sure he’s okay, and he’s constantly pretending it’s not killing him.

embry doesn’t push. he’s careful. gentle. a little shy around you, even though everything inside him screams to be near you.

“i don’t want to take you away from him,” embry admits one night. “i just… can’t un-feel this. you’re… it’s you.”

embry’s naturally kind and quiet, but with you, he starts opening up. he’s funny, surprisingly sarcastic, and blushes really easily when you compliment him.

you help him feel more grounded after his shift. your voice calms him down. even just your presence makes everything less overwhelming.

once, when embry had a rough patrol and came back shaking, you touched his face and said, “i’m right here.”

he nearly cried. he didn’t realize how much he needed to hear that.

you start to fall slowly—not because of the imprint, but because of how embry treats you. how he listens. how he remembers the little things. how he looks at you like you’re the moon.

seth sees it too. eventually, he has to let go.

“he makes you happy, doesn’t he?” seth says, his voice small. you nod. he exhales and pulls you into a hug. “then that’s what matters. just don’t forget about me, okay?”

you promise. and you mean it.

leah warms up to embry because of how good he is to you. she sees the way he looks at you like you hung the moon.

you’re the one who gets embry to laugh even on his worst days.

he calls you “sunshine” sometimes, because, well—you were the light at the end of the chaos he didn’t know he needed.

at first, seth pretends to be cool with it. he jokes around. teases embry. but deep down, it starts to eat at him.

he’s used to having you around 24/7—movie nights, bonfires, venting about patrol. now suddenly, embry’s your shadow, and seth starts showing up to things where you’re already halfway curled into embry’s side.

he doesn’t say anything directly, but he gets quieter. laughs a little less.

it starts small—seth flaking on hangouts, showing up late, not answering your texts like he used to. you chalk it up to patrols, but deep down, you feel the shift.

you catch him giving embry this look when he thinks you’re not watching. it’s not anger exactly. more like betrayal.

the worst part? seth never says anything. he bottles it up. jokes through it. pretends to be okay. and that hurts more than if he’d just snapped.

embry feels it too. the tension. the guilt. he tries to keep distance when he can—lets you go on walks alone with seth, even when it physically pains him to be away from you. “he was here first,” embry says quietly. “i don’t want to take that from either of you.”

one day, embry tries to talk to him during patrol.

“y/n asks a lot about you, you know? she worries.”

seth scoffs but says nothing.

embry’s jaw tightens. “you’ve been weird for weeks, man. just say what you want to say.”

seth snaps.

“fine! i miss her, okay? i miss my best friend. i miss not being the third wheel in my own damn life. and i hate that i’m not enough anymore. happy now?”

silence. just the sound of the wind through the trees.

embry tried to reach out but seth steps back shaking his head, clearly distressed. “i know you didn’t choose this. i know it’s not your fault. but it still hurts like hell.” he turns around and leaves before embry can say anything.

you hear about it later from jacob, and it hurts. because seth was your person first. you hate the idea that he feels pushed aside.

you cry that night in embry’s arms. not because you regret the imprint, but because you feel like you’re losing someone who’s part of your soul in a different way.

embry holds you tighter than ever. “he’ll come back. you two… you’re still family. he just needs time.”

a few days later, there’s a knock on your door. seth, soaked from the rain, standing there with this hollow expression.

“i’ve been a jerk,” he says, voice rough. “you didn’t do anything wrong. i just— i felt like i was loosing you and i guess i couldn’t stand being the one left behind so i left you first instead. it’s stupid, i know.”

you throw your arms around him. he hugs you like he’s been holding that in for months.

“seth. you’re not losing me. you’ll never lose me. you’re my best friend. no imprint, no anything, could ever change that.”

he gets emotional. like full-on teary-eyed, trying to hide it behind sarcasm:

“yeah, well, maybe i just miss when you’d steal all my fries and not embry’s.”

you hug him so tight he nearly falls over. “you’re stuck with me forever, clearwater. don’t forget that.”

embry watches from the porch. quiet. giving you that space. and seth nods to him in thanks.

once the tension passes, the three of you fall into an easy rhythm again.

you, embry, seth, and the rest of the pack finally have a calm beach day together. frisbee. bonfire. teasing.

seth pushes you into the water. embry tackles him a second later, laughing like old times.

embry wraps you in his hoodie the second the breeze picks up, mumbling, “you always forget a jacket.”

seth watches for a second and then dramatically flops down next to you both, muttering, “disgusting. cute. but disgusting.”

you throw popcorn at him. he throws it back. embry gets hit in the eye and acts like he’s mortally wounded.

embry watches you and seth laugh about an old inside joke, and instead of feeling like an outsider, he smiles.

for the first time since the imprint, everything feels right.

#seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #seth clearwater headcanons #seth clearwater fanfic #seth clearwater x you #seth clearwater twilight #twilight seth #seth twilight #embry call #embry call x reader #embry call x you #embry call headcanons #embry call fanfic #embry call twilight #twilight wolfpack #twilight wolves #twilight werewolves #fanfic #twilight headcanons

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marvelrivalsplayer69420 · 28 days ago

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gambit, daredevil, and punisher with a short!reader

a\n: i love being a short guy and i especially love size differences, so expect this to be a bit self-indulgent. <3

tags: gender-neutral reader, size difference, just fluff, Remy being teasing, mentions of a size kink in Matt's section.

Gambit ♠️

Remy’s constantly looking down at you and smiling. not just because he loves to look at you in your own mind, but also because he has a very good view of the top of your head and it makes him chuckle.

oftentimes he’ll give you a surprise kiss on the forehead from above when you’re focused on something else.

“I got a mighty fine view of your pretty lil head from up here, cher.”

if you’re reaching for something that’s too high up, he’ll put his hand on your hip and grab it for you. most of the time he hands it to you without teasing, but sometimes he likes to tease you and steal a kiss before he gives in.

he rarely bends down to your level, he’d rather lift you up in his arms so you’re face-to-face and he can use it as an excuse to kiss you on the lips. or he will lean over your shoulder for a kiss, caging you in against him with his hands on your torso like he’s hugging a stuffed animal.

he will not hesitate to pick you up and cradle you like a baby if you’re sad. he’ll probably carry you over to the couch so you can watch a movie in his lap while his arms are wrapped around you, attention only on you no matter what’s on tv.

genuinely, he just loves picking you up in a variety of ways; bridal style so he can cradle you, under your arms, over his shoulder, or under his arm like a cat if he can.

the man just loves having his hands on you, and your short stature makes it a little more fun for him to mess around sometimes, even though he’d gladly lift you if you were taller or bigger.

he will make short jokes at you. unless you hate them or you’re just not in the mood. he will be constantly calling you “mon petit” or “ma petite” or even “mon petit chou.” but he might call you “short stack” every so once in a while. if you’re the big spoon, he’ll call you his little backpack.

just because you’re short doesn’t mean Remy is going to make you any smaller portions of food. he will cook you a full course meal for five people and encourage you to eat your fill; anything you don’t eat will be saved for leftovers. he will not let you use being short as an excuse to eat less, he wants you to be well-fed.

“C’mon cher, you gotta drink your milk. Grow big and strong like me,” Remy winks at you from across the table.

“Remy, I am a fully grown adult. I’m not going to grow any taller just from drinking more milk.”

“So? Milk’s still good for your bones, non?”

Daredevil ⚖️

Matt doesn’t make a big deal about your height, but there’s a part of him that revels in the size difference, that you’re short and so easy to hold close to him.

so sometimes he holds you a little tighter than he intends to, a little like cuteness aggression. but he’s quick to catch himself when you breath hitches or your heartrate changes even slightly.

he does not like admitting he has a bit of a weakness when it comes to your height, mainly because he doesn’t want to make you feel small (in a bad way). but sometimes he can’t help but lean over you to kiss you so you have to crane your head up to catch his lips, using his blindness as an excuse to forget how short you were. if your hands are small, he’ll love squeezing them even more so he can feel the small size against his own hands.

eventually Matt just gives in on calling you short, goes in on the teasing you for your height once he knows you can take it. always catching you when you’re wrapped up in warm blankets or in a silly mood in the morning.

“God, you are so small. Feels like I’m holding a teddy bear.”

he can tell when you’re struggling to get something off the top shelf and while he knows he could easily reach it for you, sometimes he likes to stand to the side and just smile. he steps in when he thinks you’ve had enough and you’re frustrated or when you finally give in and ask him for help. he will still keep putting some of your mugs on the top shelf just so he’s the one who has to get it for you.

even if you get out the step stool to move your mugs to the bottom shelf, Matt will move them right back to the top and hide the step stool just to mess with you again. when you mention it, he’ll tilt his head and look all confused.

“Huh. Are you sure you even moved them, dear? They’ve always been on the top shelf and I’ve never seen them anywhere else.”

“That’s because you don’t see anything, in general.”

“Well, you’re always reaching for them so I can only assume they’ve always been up there.”

“I know you moved them up a shelf when I wasn’t looking, Murdock.”

“Maybe I like it when you struggle to reach something off the top shelf.”

Punisher 💀

Frank is tall and broad, so even if you’re average height you’d look short next to him. if you’re short, however, you might look like a child next to him. and sometimes he might accidentally treat you like one. he can’t help it, he looks at you and how much smaller you are and can’t help but be as gentle as possible.

he’s scared of breaking you, so he traces his big calloused thumb over your knuckles so softly that you barely feel it. but he feels it. over the years of pain and scars, he can barely believe how small and soft your hands are compared to his.

“You tell me if my grip’s too tight, ‘kay doll? I don’t wanna squeeze you too tight.”

sometimes he does that thing where he bends and puts his hands on his knees so he’s at your level. he does it so he can look at you more closely, so you don’t have to crane your neck up to look at him, and so he doesn’t have to just stare at the top of your head while you ask him for something. if you’re sitting in a chair that’s kinda low to the ground, he will squat or kneel down in front of you for the same reasons as previously listed.

loves holding you against him so he can feel how small you are. he also loves it when you sit on his lap and he just drapes an arm around your waist to keep you anchored to him. he loves any opportunity where he can have you on top of him, the weight makes him feel warm and safe no matter how short you are.

on the couch watching something? Frank’s gonna pull you over until you’re sitting in his lap. getting sleepy in bed? he’s already pulling you on top of him so you can use his chest as a pillow, rubbing your back the whole time and crooning at you while you drift off.

he will only put stuff on the top shelf if he doesn’t want you to get it; things that he deems as too heavy for you, even if you only slightly struggle to carry it.

if he sees you clamoring over tables or counters to try and get the big pots, he’s not even going to give you a chance to step down yourself before he just walks over and picks you up and carries you to the nearest chair, couch, or bed. then he’s going to ask you what you need and he’ll get it for you. then he’ll reorganize the kitchen cupboards so you never have to climb for it again.

this man is constantly picking you up. you can’t escape it. he picks you up out of his tall ass truck because he knows you struggle to get down on the sidewalk sometimes. he will throw you over his shoulder to take you to bed if you’re still not in bed when you both know you should be asleep.

in other cases, where you’re between him and something you can’t reach, he’ll either pick you up and move you if you’re in front of something he’s trying to get at or he’ll lean over you and press you directly into the kitchen counter while he gets something off the top shelf with no effort. showoff…

#matt murdock x reader #remy lebeau x reader #frank castle x reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil #gambit x reader #gambit xmen #xmen x reader #x men x reader #x men 97 #punisher x reader #punisher #the punisher #frank castle #daredevil born again

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binniesbooks · 10 months ago

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• SANDWICH

TXT 019 .F05 2024

wc 6.8k

pairings Nickjudyz!TXT x fem!reader

warnings reader was described as poor, Yeonjun and Soobin being loaded, growing alone, self relieving, oral sex (Soobin receiving), slight cum eating, squint to see some fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint once more, pet names, degradation, boob kink for Soobin if you squint again lol, bigcock!Soobin, bigcock!Yeonjun, virgin!reader, threesome, double vaginal penetration (hit me up if I forgot something)

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Growing up alone, you've done everything to survive. Even when you were still a child, you worked for yourself. Doing laundry for the neighbors, helping the market vendors, walking pets—doing anything just so that you could earn a small profit.

Now that you're a college student, you've been hired by the school cafeteria due to the dean's empathy. You have a small space in the cafeteria for your small business, selling sandwiches. Every break time, lunch, and when you were vacant, you would quickly make your way to the school cafeteria to sell your products. You've been selling other foods too, like juice drinks and chips, but mainly sandwiches.

You would always wake up early in the morning to prepare everything you needed for your products.

"How much for a sandwich?" A tall, handsome man stood in front of your stall while you were busy cleaning your table.

"2 500 won, each," you smiled at the guy before you.

"I'll get two, please," he said as he pulled out his wallet.

"I'll just wrap it!" You cheerfully answered, not wanting to show how tired you are.

You're basically tired, not just today. But just tired of your whole life. Many times you tried ending it, but you always chickened out. And nothing changed. You struggle with your daily life. You can barely pay rent and your other bills. If it wasn't for the financial assistance given by the school dean and your side hustles, you surely wouldn't have been able to manage.

"Thank you! Enjoy your snack!" You cheerfully thanked the guy as you bowed down.

"Hyung! Come get your snack!" You heard the tall male call for someone over the other side of the cafeteria. Your gaze moved towards the other male. He's a little shorter than the first one. But he has a quite pretty face: pouty lips and captivating eyes. Handsome, yes.

"Yup! They're our seniors. They're also known as the Nickjudyz." You later found out from your friend that they were your seniors; they are a year older than you, and they were both scheduled to run for the presidential position on the student council for the upcoming election. Not that they wanted it, but actually, the campus dean had assigned both of them to different party lists at that. So basically, they didn't have a choice at all.

"Nickjudyz? What does that mean?" you questioned.

"You haven't heard of the animation movie Zootopia? They were the epitome of Nick the Red Fox and Judy the Rabbit," your friend explained. "Yeonjun's features were like those of a fox, and Soobin's a rabbit. Aren't they cute?" she added, giggling.

So the taller one was Soobin, and the one with sharper looks was Yeonjun, you understood now. "Nickjudyz..." you mumbled.

That night, you watched Zootopia, taking notes on the characters. And the next day, your sandwiches were Zootopia-themed. You were really waiting for the two of them to come and buy from you again.

However, luck was not on your side. When you weren't able to see them around, you felt sad. They were the reason you made your sandwiches Zootopia-themed.

You were about to close your stall when the shorter guy, Yeonjun, was running towards you. "Sandwich! Two!" he shouted with a wide grin. "Uhm, do you still have some?" He scratched the back of his head, realizing you were about to close your stall.

"I, uh, kept two pieces, actually. I thought you might come again." You hesitated at first.

"Nice! We just came out of the dean's office, and we hadn't managed to eat anything, you're a lifesaver," Yeonjun sighed in relief, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.

After those times, you always got to sell your sandwiches to them. You even grew closer to them thanks to the short interaction you get to share with them every day. Sometimes, Soobin would be the only one to come, sometimes, it's just Yeonjun, sometimes they are both standing in front of your stall, buying themselves a sandwich. They became your regular customers.

"How about I recruit you to be my secretary on my party list? I still haven't recruited my secretary yet," Yeonjun suggests when he buys from you again one time.

You didn't know why you answered, though. It's not like you actually wanted to be a part of the student council. Maybe it was because of his pretty eyes and his cute pout. "I-i'll think about it."

He smiled and went away, skipping.

The next day, Soobin also suggested the same. "I already recruited her, Soob." Yeonjun wrapped his arms around the taller guy.

"Hyung, that's unfair!" Soobin pouted, only for Yeonjun to chuckle. "Oh! I have an idea!" he exclaimed.

"And that is?" Yeonjun looked at him, confusion written on his face.

"Why don't we let her choose from the two of us, instead?" Soobin chimed.

You froze from wiping the glass cabinet for your sandwich. "Wait, you're actually letting me choose between your party lists?" you asked, stunned at Soobin's suggestion. The two males just nodded at you.

Yes, you had built some connections with them. You can even consider it friendship, well, that's what they've said to you too. But to choose between the two of them to support, you think it's unfair. Especially since they were both good friends to you.

"Gosh, how can I? It's unfair," you groaned, Yeonjun chuckled.

"You can just think about it, but remember that if you don't choose me, you'll tear my heart apart," he pouted.

"See? That's what I'm saying! I don't want anyone of you to feel bad," you sighed, spraying Yeonjun with water from your bottle sprayer.

Soobin hummed, sipping on the canned soda in his hand. "Maybe you can choose if you got help from the both of us," he suggested.

"Come to think of it. Lately, I've been too busy with my business that I wasn't able to catch up again on some of my activities." You sat down on your chair, removing your apron. "Since you're both my seniors, how about you teach me?" you added.

"Like, tutor you or something?" Soobin said, turning over to you. You quickly nodded. "I might consider your request if you do so," you grinned.

Long story short, Soobin and Yeonjun both agreed on giving you a tutoring session.

It's been almost a week. The session went well. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just them teaching and assisting you.

You always do your sessions at the school's library or the town's public library. Anywhere but your house. You know the three of you won't fit in that small studio. Considering they are tall towers, you often tease them with this, in which they often rebut you that you're just short.

"Should we end it here today? I mean, I still have a part-time job to go for at 6," you glanced at your phone secretly—the screen broke and an old model—you don't want them to see that, at least.

Actually, they were far out of your league, even just as friends. Sometimes, you would even think about not showing up near them anymore, but guilt would always eat you up. They've been so good to you, they like to help you out at your stall sometimes when they are free.

"Say, how many side hustles do you have? I don't mean to offend you, but why do you need so many jobs?" Yeonjun, showing his little curious side, tilts his head a bit. Is he confused? Maybe. Is he mocking you? No, his eyes doesn't tell you that.

You sighed, not wanting to hide your situation anymore, not with how his curious eyes were boring holes in your face. "For weekdays, I go to school, and work at the cafeteria for some time," you paused, looking at Soobin, who was staring at you too for a while now. "At 7, I work at a convenience store down my street, and clock out at 12."

Soobin's eyes were full of concern. "Do you even have time for yourself? Time to study? Time to rest?" he shoots.

You shook your head and continued to speak, "I study for a bit, and I sleep before 2, then wake up at 6 again to prepare for my business, given that our class starts at 8 in the morning."

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Yeonjun frowns after knowing you could barely rest.

"It does not end there yet," you chuckled. "On Saturdays and Sundays, I work at a cafe from 6–12 in the morning, work at the laundry shop from 1-4 in the afternoon, head straight here for our sessions, and catch a night of restaurant work from 6–11."

You could pick their jaws off the floor. You chuckled at their reaction. "Are you still alive? Tell me if I'm talking to a ghost..." Yeonjun hugs himself dramatically. "Hyung, don't be like that." Soobin slaps his shoulder, emitting a whine from the older man.

"I should get going now, see you on Monday!" You quickly got up to your feet and waved at them as you ran outside.

That Monday, you saw yourself working with the two males at your stall. They were the ones selling your sandwich. And since they've got the face, the reputation, and all, your sales suddenly skyrocketed. You needed to run to the nearest store near your school to buy what you needed to restock.

"Achoo!"

"That's your 99th time sneezing today, little angel," Yeonjun said, without turning to face you, still busy cleaning the glass cabinet.

"I'm okay, don't worry - Achoo!"

The next day, you were nowhere to be found. The sandwich stall was not open and no sneezes could be heard.

"Bin, I just realized... We actually have no way to contact her," Yeonjun was tapping his fingers on the cool steel table of your stall.

"I wonder what happened to her," Soobin sighed, rummaging through your stall, foolishly hoping to find some way to contact you.

"Let's go to the faculty, I have an idea," Yeonjun suggested.

"What? No, we can't disclose any information about students to other students, so no," the school administrator declined his request.

"Pleeeasseee, sir," Yeonjun begs, only to be declined again.

"Uhm, she's... She's my secretary for the election, so I need to have her information, at least," Soobin butts in.

"Your name?" The admin asked Soobin.

"Soobin. Choi Soobin, sir."

The two of them quickly ran out of the faculty as soon as they got what they needed. Quickly excusing themselves from their respective classes, claiming they have some emergency to tend to.

You woke up to the irritating ringing of your doorbell. You were not expecting any visitors today.

"Goodness, who could it be..." You stood up only to fall back down on your bed again because of dizziness. You felt the drilling pain on your head again that you had felt since last night. You shiver, pulling your jacket to yourself, yet you can feel yourself so sticky because of sweat.

"Who is--" Your eyes widened the moment you were met with two tall guys standing in front of your studio. You quickly slammed your door and leaned against it.

'What the hell are they doing here?! How did they find me? Oh my god!' You panicked, screaming inside your head.

"Angel," you heard Yeonjun whisper, "Can we come in?"

"H-how did you find where I live?" you asked. Dumb question. They could just ask around the faculty. "Dummy," you whispered to yourself, facepalming yourself.

You opened the door and peeked at them. "Hi, hehe," you awkwardly smiled at them.

"C-come in..." You opened the door wide, welcoming them to your small studio.

"We're gonna let ourselves in," Soobin mumbled, removing his shoes from the doorstep.

Their eyes were welcomed by a small bed that could barely fit two people in the corner. A small study table is beside it, stacked with books and a broken phone on top, and with a small dresser near the bed.

A single-seater dining table on the other side with some instant foods and a portable stove.

Their eyes roamed a little more. A closed door, they assumed, was the rest room, just sat near the doorstep.

"I... I don't think my place is enough to fit the three of us..." you fidgeted, sitting on your bed as your head spun again, making you shut your eyes tightly.

"You were sick after all," Soobin commented. "I'll just go out, I'll come back quickly," he said as he carefully stepped out of your place.

"So... This is where you live?" Yeonjun sat on the chair at your dining table. You meekly nodded. "All of those side hustles for this place?" he added.

You know he does not mean to offend you once again, yet you felt yourself getting embarrassed. "I barely survive... Even from those multiple part-time jobs. N-not to mention that—cough, excuse me.. I am paying loans too," you explained as you lay down on your bed, feeling your body burn up again.

Your gaze returned to Yeonjun when you heard him talk.

"Buy cough medication as well, Bin. And, oh, a few fruits too if you don't mind."

"Why are you looking for me, by the way?" you asked, pulling the blanket to cover yourself.

"We were worried, of course. How can we not? Plus, we weren't able to eat a sandwich today," he smiled, even though he knows you're not looking at him.

Yeonjun stood up. "Towels," he said.

You looked at him confused. "Huh?"

"Where are your towels?" he asked himself.

You pointed at the dresser, "Lowest part."

"I can't believe my tongue didn't taste any of your sandwiches today, angel. Do you know how much I crave for it every day?" You heard the water running in your restroom for a moment.

Yeonjun gently pats the wet towel on your forehead, wiping your face as well. He even hesitated at first to wipe your neck, shaking his head in the process.

"Don't you have any classes?"

"We do, but we excused ourselves. What can we do? We have an emergency at home," he smiled at you.

"Dummy, this ain't your home, Mr. Pouty Lips," you chuckled.

"Why not? Look, I even have a patient here at home," he says, tucking your straying hair behind your ear. His hand gently grazed your face, and you unconsciously leaned on his cool hand.

"Your hand feels cool..." you mumbled, squirming under the blanket. He then cupped your face, gently rubbing your cheek. Your eyes flutter closed as you feel relaxed beneath his touch.

"Pretty little angel." His voice was faint, even lower than a whisper.

"I'm back." Yeonjun snapped his head towards the door as Soobin closed it behind him. "How is she, hyung?"

"She fell asleep, she's burning hot, though." Yeonjun placed the towel on your forehead. "Hey Bin, you know how to make porridge, right? We should at least make her something warm."

You woke up again, but this time it was because of resounding murmurs filling up the small room.

"Hey angel, you're up?"

"You're still here?" you grunted as you tried your best to get up, receiving a helping hand from Yeonjun.

"You have to eat," Soobin says as he walks towards you with a plate with porridge in a bowl. "It's still warm, you'll feel better," he adds.

Soobin sat on the side of your bed, still holding the plate. Yeonjun stacking your pillows for you to lean on, as he ordered you to scoot back.

"Open your mouth y/n," Soobin scooped a spoonful of porridge.

"I can do it, you know," you chuckled.

"Please let me."

Soobin fed you the porridge he cooked. Yeonjun was at your table, peeling and slicing some fruits. "You should've taken care of yourself more," Yeonjun nags.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pouty Lips," you said as you flashed a smile at him. "I don't have any choice but to work."

You have been sick many times, but no one has ever been there to take care of you. No one cooked for you but yourself. You buy medicines alone, even when you are burning up. You needed to do your chores even when you got too dizzy to stand up. "I'm grateful to you two, this is the first time I have experienced being cared for."

And that's when they realized they needed to take care of you. That's when it registered in their minds that they needed to stay beside you. You're their precious little angel, whom they needed to take care of. A fragile person who still needs someone to be their companion.

"We're heading home for now, okay? We'll be back tomorrow, please rest a lot." His once captivating eyes were now full of worry, and his pouty lips became more pouty as he talks to you.

"Go now." Your smile wasn't forced at all. It was genuine. Your heart thumps as you recall how they took care of you. You were floating on cloud nine.

Yeonjun walked outside first, and Soobin stopped midway, turning back as he quickly tracked back towards you. "If anything happens, call me... please," he handed you a small note in which you assumed was his number.

Yeonjun came back the next day early in the morning just to see Soobin cooking breakfast while you were sitting on your bed like you'd've been awake for the past few hours.

"Is this why you weren't answering your phone?" he asked.

"Sorry, hyung, y/n called me in the middle of the night. Her temperature went up," the taller man sighed.

Yeonjun sat beside you, placing his hand on your forehead. "Do you feel okay now?" he asked as he cupped your face, his face merely an inch away from yours. You nodded, but you didn't even pull back. Maybe it's because his cool hands were on your cheeks, or maybe you were just feeling too hot. You actually don't know. All you knew was that you were feeling butterflies from his touch.

You watched how his pretty lips parted, how his tongue glossed his lips.

Which is to blame? You, who maybe, have a tiny crush on him that makes you wanna kiss him? Or Yeonjun, that may or may not be, doing this on purpose while his face was way too close to yours?

You tightly shut your eyes. Were you assuming a kiss?

"Angel, food is ready," he announced, standing up from your bed.

You opened your eyes, and you watched him look at Soobin, as they seemed to talk with their eyes.

"I'm glad it's Saturday today. There's nothing else to do." Soobin stretches his feet, plopping down on your bed after eating. "I feel so sleepy," he muttered, his eyes fluttering close.

Yeonjun lay beside him, closing his eyes with a smile plastered on his face. You, on the other hand, just came out of the bathroom.

You placed your hands on both of your waists. "How am I supposed to rest now? You're hogging my bed."

Soobin pretended to snore as he let Yeonjun hide on his back, trying to hold back his snickers.

Maybe you could let them rest. It won't hurt to let them rest after receiving a lot of favors.

"I have a test this coming Thursday, I don't know if I would be able to pass the test," you sighed, poking at the watermelon slices Yeonjun placed in front of you.

It's been more than a week since you were sick. You were now invited over to their place for your tutoring session. It only occurred to you that they're not just friends, they were roommates too.

"You can do it, I know you can, you've been studying a lot," Soobin cheered, stopping for a while from writing in your notebook.

Yeonjun picked up a piece of watermelon barehanded, making it touch your lips. "How about a little gift if you pass the exam, little angel?" he suggested, "Aahh," and asked you to open your mouth at the same time to feed you.

His fingers grazed your lips a little more than expected, and he proceeded to lick his fingers with the left-over juice of the watermelon. "What do you say?" Yeonjun leans forward to you, his hands propped on the table in their living room.

You meekly nodded. No noise, just a simple nod and a lip bite that didn't escape Soobin's and Yeonjun's sight. "W-what gift though?" you asked, trying to straighten your posture.

"Soob, any suggestions?" He peered towards the taller male, only for Soobin to answer with a "Shhh, secret," and a smile.

Yeonjun chuckled, ruffling your hair. "Surprise, little angel, it's a surprise."

You were aware of their subtle advances, actually. Especially how clingy and touchy Yeonjun was. But you were just letting it slide. You don't give it plenty of attention.

But you have already admitted it to yourself. You're swooning over them. They're your good friends, though, and that's why you kept on pushing your lingering feelings back.

The session went well that day too. Not to mention that you're no longer rushing because they already asked you to drop some of your side hustles. You were hesitant at first because how are you going to pay your bills now? But you ended up listening to them and their pouty request. How could you say no? Why would you dare say no, rather?

Thursday came quickly, and taking the biology test first thing in the morning felt like walking on fire and broken glasses barefoot. You could feel the sweat dripping down your forehead and your heart thumping. You even called all the saints, gods, and goddesses you knew to help you answer the test. If looks could kill, flies would be all over your teacher's body.

The following day, your test papers were given back to you. You were too scared to open the folded piece of paper. That's why you kept it like that between the pages of your notebook. You even brought the notebook with you when you went back to your stall to sell your sandwiches.

In the midst of the crowd at lunch, you saw the two tall guys walking towards you once again. As if on cue, they waved at you the moment they met your eyes. You could clearly picture bunny ears and a foxtail over their figures as you chuckled to yourself. "Silly guys," you whispered to yourself.

Soobin was the one who noticed the notebook on the side. He was trying to fan himself with your notebook when your biology test results came flying out from your notebook.

"What's that?" Yeonjun asked as he saw Soobin opening the folded paper.

"Woah! I knew you'd ace the test y/n," he exclaimed, making you snap your head towards them with a confused look.

"Did our surprise gift make you motivated?" Yeonjun taunts, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"T-that... I..." You were out of words. From what Yeonjun had said and from knowing you actually got a perfect score from your biology class, which you dearly hated from the start.

"It looks like we need to give here our prize, hyung," Soobin smiled. They look at each other knowingly. They know what you deserve. "Shall we head out first?"

Yeonjun and Soobin head home first, ahead of you. They said they wanted to take a stroll at the mall to buy something as your prize, and they just told you to head straight to their place tomorrow afternoon.

You were able to sleep soundly that night. Knowing that you can ace tests only if you focus on your studies. You felt proud of your achievement, given that you don't usually do well in your biology class. You even planned on making the two guys a special-made sandwich to thank them for their work. However, you were actually planning on turning down their request. You couldn't stand choosing between the two of them. You would rather back down than choose.

You were actually expecting something more of a material gift. Maybe a book, a chair, or something you could use inside your small studio. And the gift you were about to receive was the last on your list.

"Fuck princess, why are you so good," Soobin hummed while guiding your head.

"You should be more gentle, Bin. Remember, she still needs to choose who she wants to serve under," Yeonjun chuckled while caressing your dainty finger as he placed your hand on his tenting bulge.

You glanced at your hand on his bulge, and your gaze went up to his eyes. Yeonjun tilted his head, "What is it, pretty angel?"

You swore, and your stomach swirled. Little did they know, whenever they called you these names, you felt a little weaker in your knees.

How did it happen that a visit to their place would end up with you in their bedroom?

You rang the doorbell at their apartment's door, clutching onto the paper bag of the special sandwich with a wide smile on your face. Yeonjun opened the door, rubbing his eyes. He looks like he just woke up from an afternoon nap. Until you realize he's not wearing a shirt. His bare and toned body is displayed in front of you.

"Hi angel, sorry, we were asleep. A friend visited earlier and got us drunk," he apologizes. "Come in."

"Fuck, my head is spinning," he muttered to himself.

"Uhm, should I just come back next week? Do you want to rest for now?" worry and nervousness were visible on your face.

"No, please come in. You don't mind taking care of us too, right?" he smiled, picking up the bottles and cans on the table.

"Where's Soobin?"

"The room over there, do you mind waking him up? I'll just clean this." Some takeout boxes were scattered around the floor, and spilled drinks and sauces were also around.

"Soo-"

"Ahh fuck, y/n... More... You feel so good... Ahh.." You were stunned when you pushed the door open. Soobin was sitting down on the side of his bed, clutching the hem of his t-shirt up to his chest, while he gently stroked his shaft.

"C-come on pretty... I n-need more..." Soobin lolled his head back, letting go of his shirt to use his other arm to support his body as he tightly gripped the bedsheet.

"D-do you need h-help?" You actually don't know why you asked it. You should've just closed the door and pretended that you saw nothing.

Soobin peers over you, "Fuck, didn't know you're already here... Shit sorry, I need you y/n." His lower lip caught between his teeth, sweat forming on his forehead as his fringe sticks.

Like clockwork, you slowly managed to get near him.

"But... But I think you're drunk... I don't think this is right..." you chirped, trying to fight your desires with reality.

"I'm sober. I swear, fuck.. How can I not be when all I can think about was how you," he paused, pressing down on his slit, "Fuck!" He looks up at you once again, "All I can think about was h-how you m-moaned my name when you c-called me that night." He was once again reminded of how you moaned and chanted his name, calling for help, your pants, and heavy breaths when you called the night when your temperature went up.

A pinkish tint washed your face as you thought about how you did your best to call him.

You slowly knelt down between his legs, not breaking eye contact. Your hand slowly wraps around his cock as he draws back his hand.

"You're so p-pretty. I'm sorry I'm m-making you d-do this." You shook your head and flashed him a smile.

"Y-you want this?" Soobin raised your hand to stop you for a while.

"I.. that.. probably..." You weren't able to form any coherent words about how scared you are to admit you have a little crush on them.

"Please. Please tell me you w-want this t-too, If you-"

"I do. I-I do want this. No, I want you, actually... You... And Yeonjun too. Just.."

"Just?"

"It's just that, I can't admit it. You're both good friends of mine. I can't afford to lose our small friendship just because I like the both of you," you bit your lower lip as you retract your hand and place them both on your knees, preparing yourself to receive some hate comments.

"How am I supposed to hold back after knowing you want me? Oh god, you'll be the death of me..."Soobin caressed your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his length.

You look up at him, your eyes full of innocence made him curse all the non-liviing things from hell.

"W-wanna fuck your throat so bad, princess," Soobin muttered, rubbing his shaft on your cheek.

"She's so pretty, I want to ruin her." Your gaze flits toward the voice, it was Yeonjun. He was leaning on the doorframe, watching the two of you exchange a little talk.

"Fucking pretty, hyung. And smart too. She deserves a gift, right?" Yeonjun nodded with a smirk playing on his pretty face.

"She's a good and honest little angel, she deserves a good gift."

Yeonjun marched his way towards the bed. The bed dipped under his weight when he sat beside Soobin.

And this was when you found yourself in that position, between Soobin's legs and reaching for Yeonjun. The sandwich on the paper bag, long forgotten, was splayed on the floor.

You lightly rubbed your hand on Yeonjun's pants, making him hiss under his breath. Your eyes flitted to Soobin, you watched him alternate between biting his lower lip and gaping his mouth.

"I-i'm gonna... y/n, 'm close-- Fuck!" Soobin's hips stutter, stilling for a while inside your mouth. Hot liquid sliding through your tongue.

"C'mere," Soobin quickly pulled you up, crashing his lips on yours.

"Let him taste himself, pretty," Yeonjun taunts.

You lightly open your mouth, letting some of his essence slip through your lips, swallowing the remaining on your tongue. Soobin moaned in your mouth, teeth almost clashing at each other, lips swollen from biting.

Soobin pulled away, his forehead on yours, chasing his breath. "God, it tastes weird," he mumbles.

You felt a hand on your waist, it was Yeonjun's. He was guiding you to sit on his lap.

"Make me cum."

You left a peck at Soobin's lips once more before straddling Yeonjun. Not wanting to be left behind, Soobin tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Can you remove this?" he asked, eyes begging.

You quickly slip out of your shirt. A red hue paints his cheeks as he tries to reach out for the strap of your bra, snapping it open.

Yeonjun then pushed your hips down on him to feel you, making you startled. "Mmhh, feels good, fuck," he sighs. His pouty lips look so delectable as you see him gape his mouth.

Your eyes don't want to leave Soobin, giving him a few glances as he strokes himself languidly while watching you.

"Pretty, never thought you could do something like this, you're not as innocent as you look, yeah?" Yeonjun's eyes were flying towards Soobin, as if asking for some approval, as he continued to guide your hips to grind above him.

"She's dirty, hyung," Soobin chuckles.

"I-i'm not, ahh-" you tried to retaliate, only for Yeonjun to buck his hips up.

"If you're not, then why are your nipples so perky?" Yeonjun smirks, rolling your nipples between his fingers, emitting soft whines from you that made Soobin leak out once again. Of course, he was reminded once more about that night.

"Look at her grinding above you even if when you're not holding her waist, hyung," Only then did you realize that Yeonjun's hands were no longer on you. You're moving on your own accord. No guidance at all.

You felt shy as you stilled your hips, hiding behind Yeonjun's neck. Were you this desperate? Were you this dirty? Just like what they've said?

Yeonjun lifted your skirt, landing a soft spank on your ass, making you yelp at his neck. "Why'd you stop?" He then squeezed your ass as he landed another spank.

Yeonjun raised your body for a bit, only to see how wet his sweats were. It's not from him, of course. You watch the ends of his lips curl up.

"Baby, look at the mess you've made," Yeonjun coos. Soobin reaches for your skirt to unzip it. Your baby pink underwear has now turned dark because of how wet you are.

You bit your lower lip as you look at Soobin, eyes glossy, seeking help, and cheeks beet red. You wanted to cry out of embarrassment.

"Oh, look at my pretty angel, Bin, she's about to cry."

Soobin chuckles, "Don't make her cry, hyung. You're such a menace."

"Continue moving then, save your tears for later," Yeonjun remarked, letting you drop down on his lap once again.

"No, baby, I'm not guiding you. Move on your own," he added as he shook his head when you still didn't move. Oh god, the embarrassment you've been feeling ever since you've stepped inside Soobin's room.

You grab both of his shoulders as you dance above his lap.

"Fuck w-wait, that's --" Yeonjun's hand flew over his mouth to clutch on it, his head lolling back with only a single arm supporting his body.

If there's something Yeonjun considers a weakness, it's when a girl moves in a circular motion on his lap. And you hit the jackpot on your first try.

A few more moves, and he found himself convulsing underneath you. His eyes were blown up when you looked at him. He looked so fucked out. Quickly moving to his side, he also looks down at his lap. You both witnessed how the wetness of his cum stained his sweats. The gray color slowly darkened as the liquid spread out.

You were the one who initiated the kiss this time, giving his pouty lips wet kisses, to which he responded back with a weak hum while he held your face.

Soobin pulled you back over him. "Sorry y/n, can't just stay still and watch you with him." Soobin discarded his shirt on the floor.

"Stop hogging her to yourself, Bin," Yeonjun chuckled at the younger's action and words.

Soobin carefully laid you down on his bed, latching his mouth on your boob, while he gently massaged the other one.

"Move over a bit, baby, need to feel you," Yeonjun lays down on his side beside you, flipping you to turn sideways. Soobin was still sucking on your chest while he moans out his hunger for you.

The pouty guy hugs your waist, littering love bites on your neck. Leaving splotchy red marks all over your nape and shoulder.

You never thought about having an active sexual life, given that you're too busy and focused on making ends meet. Let alone having two guys at the same time.

The tall guy in front of you leaves the same thing around your cleavage while he humps on your thigh. His shaft feels heavy on your skin.

Yeonjun's hand trails down your waist to your clitoral area, rubbing in a circular motion to hear you whimper his name.

"Y-yeonjun," you whimpered under your breath.

"I'm here, focus," your hips jerked when he slowly slid his finger inside your pussy only to pull it out again.

"Bin, wanna stretch her out? I want to feel her already," he grunts. The taller male complied, he scooted up and raised your leg.

"So wet, damn," he dipped his fingers inside you, and just like Yeonjun, he quickly drew it back, giving his fingers a lick to taste you.

"She's sweet, hyung, holy shit. But as much as I want to taste you, I also want to feel you around me, y/n."

The first stretch felt like your body was being torn apart. You quickly lean your head toward Yeonjun, and your hand reaches back. Fingers tangled on his blonde hair as you give it a pull, mouth agape at how big Soobin feels inside.

"So wet 'n tight," Soobin grunts as he keeps on pushing inside you.

"H-hurts! S-soob, it h-hurts!" you cried out as you reached for him, clawing his chest.

"I'm only h-halfway inside, mmpp!" Soobin winces at the pain from your scratches and how your pussy snuggled his thick cock. He holds your face to drown your moans and cries in his mouth as he quickly pushes inside you.

He pulled away as both of you pants as if you had run a hundred miles.

"Y-you're choking me," Soobin moves a little, making you whimper once more.

"B-bin you're t-too big," you pout.

You felt something poking your entrance once, making you peer over to your back. You were met with Yeonjun's fucked-out gaze.

"Need to feel you," Yeonjun shuts his eyes as he pushes slowly.

"W-wait! I can't! Ahh! Hurts!" You thrashed around, making Soobin moan with the pressure.

"S-stay still, y/n!" Soobin hugs you closer to him, "We will all get hurt, stay still, fuck," his abs clenched with how stimulated he was. He signaled Yeonjun to continue pushing in.

Your mouth latches on Soobin's shoulder, biting on his open skin.

"Fuck!" They shouted in unison. Soobin felt the sting of your teeth sinking into his skin, but he tried to endure it. Yeonjun, on the other hand, felt how tight it was inside you.

The two males stilled for a while. Letting you get used to their sizes. Their shafts aren't a joke. Girthy. Long. Thick. Something that would definitely stretch out a tiny pussy like yours.

"'m sorry, angel, sorry..." Yeonjun whispers while he caresses your waist. Soobin planted kisses on the top of your head, your teeth are no longer sunken in his shoulder. But you felt weak between them. Your small and frail body looks like a paper stuck between two big books.

"B-bin, move. S-slowly please," you pleaded as you looked up at him.

His gaze softens as he looks at you. "Why do you have to beg so prettily? I might cum just looking at you," he says, catching his lower lip between his teeth. He then raised your leg once again and started to move slowly. His grunts, your whimpers, and the squelching sound resonate inside his room.

"Angel, who thought that selling a mere sandwich would end up with you being sandwiched between me and Soobin, hm? So fucking good," Yeonjun grunts as he starts to thrust from behind. "You're so tight, baby, fuck."

Soobin tried his very best to stay as quiet as possible, just letting small yet slutty moans, whines, and whimpers. The friction he felt from your wet pussy and Yeonjun's length at the same time was too much for him. He knows he won't last long, but he silently challenged himself not to cum yet.

"You're so greedy, princess. Look at you taking two cocks at the same time. Greedy and dirty."

"My angel is such a whore. A cock slut," Yeonjun snickers, grunting afterwards when he thrusts again.

"Tight virgin pussy."

Their words made you dizzy. Dizzy enough to unconsciously chant their names alternately. Your hands are flying everywhere, clawing and clutching anything within reach as they litter your body with a lot of red marks.

"Please please please wanna cum, please I wanna cum!"

"Oh, you're asking for permission?" Soobin questioned.

"Fuck, are you into begging, pretty?" Yeonjun grunts behind.

"P-please let me cum, I'm gonna-- please!"

You yelped when you end up squirting because of how they simultaneously thrust inside, making you feel stimulated.

"What a dirty girl, for real," Yeonjun sighs, kissing your shoulder.

"Wanna cum inside her, hyung," Soobin was gripping the plush of your thigh as he continuously thrust.

"N-no! Please! I'm not taking a p-pill!"

"Please baby, we'll take care of you, we promise," Yeonjun's hand wrapped around your neck, his thrusts becoming more sloppy.

"Please, wanna fill you. Wanna fill you so bad with my cum," Soobin's nails dug on your skin as he held your thigh tightly.

Yeonjun's grip on your neck made your mind cloudy, and you nodded at whatever they were saying. Not sure about what you were agreeing to.

"H-hold it, Bin, i-i'm close too."

You were a moaning mess. Dizzy, mind hazy, eyes cloudy. Your body was limping as you felt hot liquid spurting inside you, along with guttural moans and deep grunts coming from the two males.

"Sorry," you heard them apologize and slowly pull out before your eyes flutter.

Maybe this gift could be the best thing you ever receive in your entire life.

And a cleanly wrapped small box was sitting on the edge of Soobin's table.

@binniesbooks 2024

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meathunt · 1 month ago

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Alien yan idea

This story has been brought to you all by inspo from Chaos's Arkuma oc and also the though of "Human spacecrafts are the equivalent of a cardboard box to aliens" Hope yall enjoy! ---

Your fist slammed against the control panel.

The escape pod that you were shoved in was malfunctioning, you bet that your luck is so great that the madman that decided that blowing up the main ship was their God given task was throughout enough that they most likely messed with the pods to ensure they took everyone down with them.

You were fortunate enough that when your boss decided to drag you into the pod he gave you a very generous emergency package, med kit, tools and both food and water rations that would suffice for months if you measured yourself.

The first weeks you were hopeful that you would receive some response to the distress signal you were sending, but as the time passed you hope slowly diminished. And when the alerts of malfunctions started to pop up you felt even more hopeless. You didn’t want to give up, for the people that were waiting for you, and for the people that helped you get out of the station you will survive. ---

Oyrehn was overlooking the work of his crew, checking up on the borders of their territory, and as one of the most renown captains of his organization he took pride on doing a flawless job.

That being said it still was mind numbing work, after all this part of the territory was most times completely unremarkable at best, it was a space dumpster if you will, filled mostly with space debris and the occasional smartass that thought could use it as a secret road only to end up needing help to get out of the occasional meteor rain.

So when he noticed an out of place shinny object he took the initiative on looking deeper into it. Setting the computer to analyze it, the results that the computer gave him took him by surprise.

A human? So far out on here?

Humans were a bit of a hot topic around the network, they were a new found species still a bit archaic in terms of technology, but their biology was the most interesting of all. No claws or fangs, no external carapace or protection, just squishy soft creatures that don't grow taller than most their hips. Their survival has been credited to their ingenuity and mostly straight up luck and chance.

Things that make them very interesting creatures, and in some cases sought out creatures. As they have been rumored to be living lucky charms.

He is one of the ton of interested aliens in humans, but not exactly because he believes in those rumors, but because he is enamored with how soft you all look, warm blooded beings that are moved by curiosity and motivation, how is he supposed to not gush over you all?

But the thing is that, you are in no level to be able to explore space safely, much less survive or thrive in this environment.

With that thought in mind he gave the order to catch and bring your ship aboard, and that he will deal with the issue at hand. ---

You felt the pod shake before being able to register that you were moving, indicating that something was very wrong.

The sudden movement waking you fully, you were going to check the system to see what the fuck went wrong now when you saw it.

A behemoth of a space ship that was slowly getting closer. You wanted to believe that somehow this was a rescue crew that came for you.

But you couldn’t trick yourself, you knew the team had nothing of this magnitude and the closer you got you could notice just how big it really was. No human could build something like that without it being public knowledge.

As you felt your ship touch ground and noise outside of the pod filled your ears your only thought was how did you end up here?

#platonic yandere #soft yandere #mhunt storybook #yandere #Oyrehn oc #parental yandere

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teddybeartoji · 1 year ago

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obsessed with the idea of satoru flustering suguru by accident all the time.

it happens more than the dark haired man would like to admit. he feels a bit embarrassed whenever satoru manages to get such a reaction out of him – he's used to being the one conjuring the prettiest blushes on satoru's cheeks but now he's the one that has to turn his face away in order to hide the growing tint splayed across his cheekbones.

and it happens because of the smallest things too! satoru isn't even doing anything crazy – suguru's hair was in his face, so the blue eyed prince just casually bruhed it away behind his ear. like a good friend! nothing special. satoru didn't even blink an eye at that, he did it so casually – didn't even stop rambling about the new manga he's been reading.

suguru is starting to hate his own eyelashes, too. that's supposed to be his move! to take it from satoru's cheek and make him blow it away with a smug little smile. so why is his heart racing when satoru does the same thing to him? suguru can't even tell what would be worse – satoru being cocky about it or him being completely oblivious to the way suguru breath hitches when satoru's slender fingers graze against his cheek. maybe he does wish he'd be more smug about it... that way suguru would be able to tell whether he's messing around or not. he hates feeling like this. like satoru has the upper hand.

(satoru isn't even aware that he has the said 'upper hand'.)

suguru also has a hard time when satoru is staying over. which happens a lot. satoru is touchy, he always has been and suguru has never had anything against that – hell, he's like that too! but now that he's been... feeling things - it's getting more and more difficult to focus on anything else whenever satoru's touching him. a lanky arm around his shoulder, a white mop of hair on his lap. a taller body pressing up against his back. thighs brushing against each other. hands touching. by accident, by accident, by accident. it doesn't mean anything – they're just friends!

(right?)

satoru even borrows his clothes. and suguru thinks he's about to faint every time he sees him in them. skin still damp from the shower, happy trail peeking from under the hem of the shirt (it's a bit short on satoru. he doesn't mind though.), sweats hanging low on his waist – satoru ruffles his wet hair as he walks into the kitchen and suguru can't help but stare at the way his muscles contract with every move he makes.

"no wonder you always smell so good, sugu! i was really thinking about eating the shampoo, heh."

this is ridiculous!!!!!!!!!!!!! his heart is doing the thing again.

wiping a hand over his face, suguru tries to drown out the butterflies in the pits of his stomach. he takes a sip of his coffee while satoru takes a seat across him and oh, no it just keeps getting worse. of course, suguru already made him his sweet little drink aswell and he now has to suffer through the scene of watching his pretty, glossy lips curling around the edge of the mug; his eyes close ever so dreamily as he tastes suguru's love and he let's out the most beautiful hum. satoru is happy. and suguru thinks he's about to die.

suguru can't wrap his head around the effect satoru seems to have on him. shoko finds it incredibly funny. whenever they're hanging out all together, she's constantly trying to hold back her cackles because of how silly the situation is. satoru is sitting on suguru's lap – he just kinda stumbled backwards because he got so into the conversation he's having with shoko. suguru's hands hover above his waist, not knowing whether to guide him or not. so now he's 'stuck' with a giddy satoru on his lap and a blush tinting the tips of his ears.

satoru also has the tendency to steal bites from suguru's food, often straight from the fork. suguru watches his pink tongue dart out from his mouth for a mere fraction of a second before swallowing the treat. he's so close too, he always is. leaned over the table, satoru with his lips still around the fork. apparently suguru has a thing for him humming. he just can't catch a break.

satoru pulls back just enough to take his mouth of the utensil but stays in his spot over the table. elbows on the wood, he chews his– suguru's food with a big lopsided smile and twinkling eyes. and just to make things even worse for boy with the crush – satoru bumps his foot against suguru's under the table making the latter's eyes widen.

only a little! only a little! maybe he is thankful that satoru is so oblivious because this would just be outright embarrassing if he wasn't.

suguru feels it. the teasing pair of eyes.

he tears his own from the boy in front of him and he's met with shoko. oh, he hates her sometimes. (he doesn't.) her eyes are crinkling just a little in the corners as she folds her arms over her chest. her lips tug up into a very, very annoying grin and suguru wants to just sink below ground. he tries to act unphased but it clearly doesn't fucking work when shoko just keeps... staring at him. he gives her an eye-roll as the last try to seem cool but the thoughts of her teasing him fade the second satoru leans closer again, making suguru do the same instinctively.

wrong move.

satoru's hand reaches out to brush away the small crumb from the corner of suguru's lip with a laugh. he makes a joke, surely a really bad one, but it doesn't matter because suguru doesn't even hear it.

him and his stupid heart – he doesn't even have a chance. satoru's laughter tastes like bubblegum and it's weird because suguru has never been much of a sweet tooth, but now here he is. willing to eat more and more and more. he's willing to take all the teasing in the world if that means he gets to see satoru smile again.

+ miuu i love them so fucking muchh!!! this was inspired by this lovely little edit hehehe!!!

#satoru is the only one that can get reactions like that out of sugu!!!!!!!!#and it's soo fucking cuteee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#stsg #satosugu #wtf mickey can write #stsg drabble #satosugu drabble #satosugu fanfic #stsg fanfic #gojo satoru #geto suguru #gojo x geto #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru fluff #geto suguru drabble #geto suguru fluff #gojo fluff #geto fluff

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pupkashi · 2 years ago

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sweet nothing

gojo always finds himself running home to you

a/n: hi friends ! hope u all enjoy this little piece inspired by the song sweet nothing by taylor swift (thank u anon for the inspo 🫶🏼) let me know what u all think :3

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one of the only thoughts on gojo satoru’s mind, from the moment he leaves home to the second he’s unlocking the door, is coming home to you.

his shoulders hurt from the amount of stress he’s under, every muscle in his body tense, eyes burning with exhaustion, and his head throbbing as the higher ups words ring in his ears. the light jingle of his keys as he unlocks the front door helps ground him a bit, blinking once, twice then opening the front door.

he’s greeted with the smell of food, he can’t quite place what it is (he doesn’t help in the kitchen much after the one time he did and ended up ruining three pans), he’s slipping his shoes off and placing his keys in the small leaf shaped holder on the table next to the door.

his eyes naturally focusing on the picture frame of the two of you on vacation last July, a wide, carefree smile painted on both of your faces, hair a bit messy from walking around. his cheeks were flushed as you planted a kiss to his cheek, your arms thrown around his neck.

satoru’s thrown out of his trance by the sudden sound of loud sizzling, the small smile on his face only growing when he hears your soft humming. his tired feet carry him quickly to the kitchen, a spring in his step as he grows closer and closer to being with you.

he feels the weight on his shoulders ease up a bit as his eyes land on you. he’s leaning against the wall, watching you chop up vegetables with a smile on his face, replacing the higher ups nagging ringing in his ears with your off-key singing.

“have you ever considered x-factor sweetheart?” he asks, a lopsided smile on his face when you turn to face him, bright eyes as you welcome him home.

“i sent in a recording once, they offered me a ten year contract but i declined” you teased, moving to stir the food cooking in the pan, “told them i have a very needy boyfriend that would die without me.”

satoru let’s put a small ‘pft’ at your words, pushing himself off the wall and walking up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder.

“how was your day, angel boy?” you ask, voice as sweet as honey as you press a soft kiss to his cheek. satoru let’s put a small huff, his warm breath tickling your neck which causes you to smile.

“‘t was okay, just stressed out” he mumbles, “and the fucking higher ups are-”, his eyes closing as he remembers his conversation with them, sighing deeply. you pout a bit, noting his more more tense body against yours. you let yourself melt into his touch, turning around and hugging him properly.

“don’t wanna talk about it?” you ask gently, he shakes his head, bangs covering his eyes just a bit. you nod, giving him a smile before kissing his lips softly, “then we won’t.”

satoru is grateful, knowing that when the time is right he’ll open up to you about it. but for now he just wants to spend his night with the love of his life.

“good thing im making your favorite then huh?” you chuckle, watching the way his shoulders inflate, he’s standing taller and there’s a smile on his face.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were eating dinner together, making easy conversation and laughing at anything stupid either of you said. he’s placing the freshly washed plates on the drying rack, heading over to you on the couch when you stop him.

“go shower, I’ll let you use my stuff” you state, eyes widening as you see satoru already running towards the restroom, “just this once!” you call out, hearing his loud giggles echoing from down the hall.

it’s 40 minutes later when he’s emerging into your shared room in only his boxers, body still dripping with water and steam following him out. you can smell your rose scented body wash on him as he dries himself off besides you.

satoru is looking at you with big eyes, towel in hand as he grins up at you, “will you dry my hair?” his voice is filled with a gentleness you’ve grown much too soft for.

“come here” you smile, heart growing at the sound of an excited squeak he lets out. you’re gentle as you dry his hair, combing out any knots and putting some product in it before patting his head twice, letting him know you were done.

your lover is quick to change positions, taking you in his arms and curling himself around you, some damp strands landing on your face as he buries his face in your neck. you’re doing your best to wiggle your hands free from his grasp, adjusting so you can card your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp a bit just the way he likes.

satoru visibly relaxes against your touch, practically purring as you whisper to him, “I’m so proud of you” you say, “you work so hard, angel” tenderness carried in every syllable of your words.

“I love you so much” you remind him, squeezing him a bit tighter, moving his hair from his forehead and placing a kiss there, “my beautiful boy” you murmur, a smile on your face as you see the way his grin grows.

the apples of his cheeks are rosy, pink dusting his entire face. satoru easily grabs your hips, placing you on top of him so that you straddle his lap.

“how do you always know what to say?” he asks, looking up at you with fond eyes, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of your hand as you place a stand of hair behind his ear.

“hmm, call it intuition” you tease, placing feathery kisses all over his face, the two of you giggling when you kiss his nose, “but it’s probably just ‘cause I’m your soulmate” you smile.

satoru hums in agreement, one hand snaking to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, your lips moving in sync. when you pull away the two of you are giggling softly, foreheads resting against each other as he shifts a bit, kissing you nose before throwing his head back against the pillows, letting out a small sigh.

“sometimes i wish i was just your toru” he mumbles, “i never asked to be the strongest.” you can hear the slight tremor in his voice as he speaks, his eyes closing to fight tears back. you’re quick to kiss his cheeks, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you coax him to look at you.

“i know you didn’t, angel boy” you sigh, brushing his hair away from his face gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “it’s gonna work itself out, i know it will” you reassure him, a small smile on your face as he nods along with you.

maybe you were right, maybe you weren’t, satoru didn’t care. he believed every word you said to him. each reassurance working to calm his exhausted mind, his eyes fluttering closed as you continue to whisper, your words meant for him and only him.

“and you’ll always be my toru” pressing a feathery kiss to his jaw, “the one with the stupid sweet tooth and terribly timed jokes” you smile, watching the way his smile returns to his face.

“I’ll always be here waiting for you to come home to me” you say, there’s a plethora of emotions dripping from your words. the only thing satoru feels is love, your undying and genuine love, for him.

gojo satoru may not know everything, but he knows one thing for sure; he’ll always be ready to run home to you and your sweet nothings.

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scarlettoceaneyes · 4 months ago

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Maybe Embry x f!reader where r was foced to ask for Embry’s number as a dare by her friends but he ends up imprinting??

Love it ❤️ send me more request!!

Alright guys my eyes are not focused but I was inspired. My autocorrect is so nuts too. Please forgive my typos.

Dare- Embry x imprint

“Okay Y/N! Truth or dare?” You spent the better part of the evening over good junk food and playing games with your old girlfriends from high school. Most have went off to college either in Seattle or out of state. You completed your degree online with a partial paid internship. It was a real job with real responsibilities, including your future college credit that depended on your success.

Right now it’s the fall semester break and the wine is out. Sitting at Rachel Black’s house for the big sleepover, Jacob and his friends Embry and Quil pass through on their way to play video games. Okay did they look any different to anyone else? Much taller, a heck of a lot more muscles and strength, but the best part? You couldn’t help but notice and drool on the inside to how hot they looked. You were a year above Jacob so you knew the guys.

“Hurry Y/N pick before we give you something crazy!!” Believe it or not my friends would actually do that… you picked dare which was a mistake. You were barely older than him but you felt obsolete and small compared to Embry. You had a crush on him for a few years but he seemed so unapproachable now. “Fine I’ll do it jeezz.”

You take your time, but your feet felt like they were moving faster than intended. Knocking on Jacob’s door, you are asked to enter. As Jacob expected a message relay from Rachel or his dad, instead he was surprised to see you at his bedroom door. You walked past Jacob after a quick hello and went to sit on the bed by Embry. He was sitting this round of video games out, perfect opportunity for you to ask for his number. Receiving weird looks from the guys, they slowly returned back to the activities before your arrival. Sitting next to Embry you turn and say hello. As you decided to lay it out, you tell Embry of the stupid truth or dare, but he can’t hear you. You are a distant mumble to the vision of his life that is running in his brain.

He imprinted. He was a wolf without a known dad who gave him all this lovely crap. Now he is shocked that he was gifted an imprint. He didn’t think he would be so lucky considering he didn’t even know which genetic line he descended from. The world that flashed before his eyes was the dreams that inspire Disney fairytales.

Dancing in a white dress to your song, throwing the garter and bouquet. The honey moon, the baby (surprise), the break up and co parenting. The pain, without a hint to why so Embry can’t avoid it. He will only have to face it, but what he sees next is the will to push through the bad.

The baby is a little bigger. Time passed. The make up, the recommitment, the initials carved in a tree, the IVF after health complications, the triplets surprise. Another two kids after them- yeah Embry wanted a large family since he never had a dad. He wants a full life with a big family surrounding him. He will be granted that wish. Some days he might want to quit, but through his vision he can see it’s all worth it with more joy than he can comprehend at this moment in time.

Your hospital stay from the accident with a drunk driver. The days he didn’t know if you would live. The coming home and walking just fine. His broken bones on his last phase and battle. Growing old again. Weddings for children and grand babies but he blinked and he saw your smile asking for his number.

Fumbling he ask to trade phones.

You smiled and said although it was a dare, you are glad it happens.

Rachel is Paul’s imprint so she understands, but she warns Embry to watch himself and protect you. You might be fierce but you are an emotional wreck at times and need his love more than air.

Phone calls, text, FaceTime, falling asleep to his snores through the other line. He started sneaking into your room at night knowing text was not enough anymore. He couldn’t sleep without wrapping you in his arms to know you are protected.

Truth or dare Embry- he gets asked on the next girls night a few months later. He was just passing through the kitchen and was caught by the game.

Truth. “Your favorite memory?”

Oh that’s easy- the night you picked dare and stole my heart forever. Kissing your forehead he smirks, whispering an I love you, and heads off to game night with Jacob and Quil.

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jennifer-jeong · 1 year ago

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Fluff + Angst | Boothill x GN!Reader Homecoming

SUMMARY He thought he lost everything, but you were always here, waiting for him to come home

CONTENT Angst to fluff, happy ending implied basically, mentions of past traumas, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOUR NOTES Just read Boothill’s character stories… I am unwell… So I wrote this LMAOO enjoyyy GUH I just started playing the game but alas the hyperfixation is already here Also, Boothill, please actually come home please I have soft pity soon

WORD COUNT: 921

Boothill was visiting the Aeragan-Epharshel reserves, seeing what was left of his tribe, his distant family, and because honestly it was just one of those times where he was really missing home. It just hurt because home no longer existed for him. The memories still pop up sometimes. How he searched the entire burnt house for anyone, anything to rescue. It was years ago, but still haunts him, it always will. So that’s why he’s here. Just visiting because why not. No one quite knew him here, but it felt fairly cozy. The few buildings around the area were lively with families and they had farmland and livestock like he always did when he was younger. The sun was setting, lighting everything in golden and orange hues. He enjoyed the warmth on his skin, well, the skin on his face at least. A few of the townsfolk offered him some food since he was just passing by and because the town was so small, everyone knew when there was an unfamiliar face. They also wanted to help him because he helped where he could during the day, just helping people lift and move things, even catching a loose chicken. It was actually pretty nice and for the first time in a while, he smiled, just genuinely enjoying life, watching the sunset, sitting on a bench, eating his food.

It was peaceful and the warm breeze tousled his hair and brushed his face. But he also heard something insane, the name he hadn’t heard in years. It felt like it wasn’t even his name anymore but rather from a previous life in a different body. Worst or maybe best of all, it was your voice.

His eyes were blown wide, mechanical heart somehow racing. Was the robot body driving him insane? The doctor was pretty shady honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she fudged his brain up too.

But still, curiosity made him look around for the source of the voice, even if it didn’t exist.

You watched him look around before shifting on the bench to fully turn to see you. Both your hands were hovering over your mouth, eyebrows upturned as your eyes couldn’t believe it.

When he turned, his eyes locked on your figure. Maybe you were just a hallucination, but hallucinations don’t age, don’t get more mature or taller. You look the same but different, and maybe that was enough evidence for him to believe he wasn’t psychotic.

He stood up slowly, taking careful steps towards you as your hands shook, adrenaline pumping through your body. It felt like it took hours for him to close the few meters between you but once you saw his eyes, you knew. It was him.

“Lord… It really is you,” you breathed out as you reached out slowly, not wanting to spook him but also barely believing that he was actually there. Your hands slowly cupped his face and he forgot how warm things like this felt. Tears pricked at his eyes. At this point he didn’t care if this was a hallucination or not, he just wanted to indulge himself for once. Just believe that he didn’t lose everything. That maybe he could still have you, one of his only friends outside of his family that he had while growing up. His first love that he never had enough time with, not even enough time to confess.

It was almost cruel how you felt the same and how much your heart ached upon seeing his teary eyes, frozen in disbelief, staring into yours. You brushed your thumbs over his cheeks trying to comfort him and show him you really were here.

He started to question himself. Why did he never check out the towns whenever he came back to investigate the IPC on Aeragan-Epharshel? Your house had been destroyed but he never confirmed your corpses, only those of his own family. It was too much, he just assumed the worst at the time.

But now here you are, tears streaming down your face, looking as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on you.

“Darlin’… what happened to ya fer all these years?” You asked, questioning where he had been but also what happened to his body. You closed your eyes as your eyebrows scrunched together, unable to control your emotions and crying at this point. You quickly pulled him into a hug, arms wrapped around his neck. Reflexively, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in tight. Your chests flush against each other.

God how he wished he wasn’t cold metal right now. He wanted to feel you with his own skin, feel your warmth, how soft you were. But he could only barely make it out with the sensors on his body. Maybe he could get some upgrades? Link some more things to his brain?

He quickly snapped himself out of his own thoughts to finally respond to you. You shivered hearing his voice again.

“It don’t matter now sweetheart. All that matters is that I’m home,” he said slowly and shaky. You squeezed him harder as you started to sob into his shoulder. It made his own tears fall as he started to stroke your back.

“I thought I’d never see ya again,” you choked out.

“Same here darlin’,” he said, voice cracking.

“I’ll tell ya all about it, and ya tell me about yerself too,” he says between breathes, his throat closing from needing to cry. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere this time…

promise.”

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therandompagesblog · 6 months ago

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SKZ Pack: Epilogue

Trigger warnings: none

One year later Chan returned bloodied and covered in dirt with a naked Hyunjin. Chan had spent 13 months searching high and low for the lycan. Chan branded his alpha deep into his mind so he knew who to find. There were many lycans south but he wanted to find Hyunjin. He fought Hyunjin several times but had lost him. The lycan's consciousness was getting more animalistic and Chan found it difficult to pin him down. When he did Chan dragged him to a witch that he bargained with. Seven years ago, Chan would have been disgusted with collaborating with a coven of witches but that night it was all or nothing. He couldn't go back to Straykids knowing he caused his Luna pain. He caused his wolves pain. He almost got his own wolf killed because of his uncle. He couldn't face them without bringing him back. "How do you think they are?" Hyunjin asked tiredly. "I don't know," Chan said honestly.

They weren't good. The first day Y/N was in hysterics. She mourned both of them for weeks. Jeongin was worried they were going to lose the pup to her sadness. Yet they didn't, the pup was growing strong in Y/N's womb. The pup was kicking away, reminding his mother that he loved her. The pup forced Y/N to do better so she got up every day and worked alongside Jeongin to make Straykids strong again. They hacked into Chan's assets to continue them and even started to build a werewolf community for distant werewolves who lacked a pack or wanted to be trained. Minho used his skills as an elder to build the school and even taught them alongside his two best elders who helped build the school. Changbin completed his training at the hospital and built a werewolf hospital with Jaehee so that any werewolves could come if they needed it. It was an anonymous place. Even for lone omegas, they could come here to be treated. Felix and Jisung had built a new play area for the pup with Seungmin who spent most of the time shopping online because he wasn't a builder.

It took them a while to build themselves back up again but with their Luna and new Head Alpha they could do anything. They were much more protective of her. Minho wouldn't let her out of his sight. Jeongin slept with her every night as she carried their child. Jisung babied her with Felix and made sure everything was up to her standards. Seungmin and Changbin were more like guard dogs during the year. Nobody left. Jeongin tried to get Changbin and Seungmin to find Chan but they couldn't. He was gone and they had to accept that. That was the hardest thing for all of them. Losing two alphas for a tragedy.

Chan and Hyunjin walked up to the front door listening to the noises in the house. They could hear Minho scolding them for eating like dogs. They could hear Felix's laughter. They could hear Jeongin's deep voice. They could hear the coos of a baby. A little baby. Their hearts broke as they realised they missed the birth of their firstborn pup. They wanted to know who they were. What their name was. Hyunjin and Chan looked at each other before knocking on the door. "Get the door Changbin," Jeongin ordered. "I'm eating," Changbin said with a mouthful of food. "For ancestors' sake. Take him." Y/N growled. Chan and Hyunjin felt nervous as Y/N's steps came closer to the door. It made them feel nervous.

As soon as Y/N opened the door they gasped, but before they could look at her and the infant in front of her, she shut the door on them. She wasn't ready to see them. When the door opened again it was Jeongin. He looked different. Taller. Muscular. He was looking like a true head alpha. Chan felt undeniably proud of his young alpha. "What are you doing here." Jeongin's voice was gruff. "To say how sorry I am. Truly I am Alpha Jeongin. I had to find Hyunjin and bring him back home. At least let him come in to be treated and then I will leave." Chan promised. He would leave if he didn't belong here. If he was not welcome he would leave. "Come in through the back. I don't want to involve my children." Jeongin said as he shut the door, guiding them to the back door. "Children?" Hyunjin whispered. "Yes. Lucas and Moon. Both boys. Both Apex's." Jeongin said proudly. "Apex." Chan gasped, making Jeongin growl protectively. Chan lowered his head. Even though the firstborn was his, Jeongin had taken responsibility. "If our Luna allows it you can meet them."

Of course, Y/N allowed Chan and Hyunjin to meet them once they were treated, bathed and clothed. She allowed them to meet the tiny apex alphas, once they met her. As soon as they saw her they both dropped to the floor. Chan at her feet, hugging her like a child. He had so many words to say to her and he did. He apologised profusely for everything he did but Y/N refused to hear it. She wasn't angry or hurt anymore. If anything, she was glad he was home back with her. Even Hyunjin apologised but Y/N had no reason to blame him, he was sacrificed because of Joshua. None of it was his fault. Y/N embraced them both tightly for a while before she prepared them to meet Lucas and Moon. "Right. Lucas is very wary of new people. He might not let you hold him but I can try. He doesn't really like Jaehee when she comes around. Moon is sensitive and needs to be close to me or his father's." Y/N said. The two alphas nodded ready to meet them. "Are they all referred to as father?" Hyunjin asked. "Yes. Father Minho. Father Seungmin but Jeongin is just father because Moon is his. It will be the same when this little pup is born, Minho will be just father." Y/N explained. "You're pregnant again?" Chan asked nervously. "Every time they breathe on me I'm miraculously pregnant." Y/N sighed. "Alright let's try Lucas first."

It was a sweet moment when Chan met his son who was being held by Seungmin. Seungmin carefully placed the one-year-old into his arms, confusing Lucas with the stranger. Lucas looked up confused at who this stranger was, but he didn't cry or scream like he normally did. Instead, he froze looking at his fathers for help, but when he saw his mother's smile at the stranger he relaxed. Y/N picked up the infant Moon and showed him to his older brother who giggled. Lucas wanted to grab Moon seeing his little brother smile. Y/N past Moon did Hyunjin with Jeongin's approval but Hyunjin looked petrified. He didn't know how to hold an infant but he learned quickly. It was bittersweet because despite how cute these baby Apex's look. They were going to stick to Hyunjin's orders and become a nuisance in the future as soon as they were presented as Alphas.

Chan redeemed himself but became the third alpha. He didn't remove Jeongin from his position instead he adapted so he could spend more time with Lucas. Hyunjin kept his position and became even more protective of Y/N as he tried to recreate the bond that was broken. He wanted to be exceptionally close to her. The other wolves worked hard on their projects. The school was running fine and when the boys were older they would join. Changbin and Jaehee had bought a plot of land down the road to build their hospital. Jisung, Felix and Seungmin worked on assets so they didn't need to do anything big. Hyunjin on the other hand became an art teacher for the students and employed other art teachers who he vetted. So, it is a happy ending after all.

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personasintro · 2 years ago

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Mutual Help | #50

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

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Like you said to Jungkook, the last time you've seen Haru was during summer when you went to Busan to visit his family. Kids grow fast, you know that and in the back of your mind you've told yourself she will be slightly different than the little girl that was clinging to her uncle, not wanting to let him go.

But the little girl that runs around Jungkook's living room, giggling loudly while Jungkook looks like ten seconds from fainting, looks way older than the baby that barely walked on her own.

"Thank god," he breathes out, trying to catch a breath once he spots you standing at the entrance of his large living room.

At the last minute, Jungkook found out he doesn't have too much food to offer Haru, so you proposed to go grocery shopping in the evening while he waited for his brother and sister-in-law to drop off Haru. You thought you would make it until they arrived, but you're wrong because there is no sight of her parents and only little Haru with her pigtails bouncing with each step she takes.

And then she notices her uncle's attention on you, turning her head in your direction as she eyes you with similar big eyes her father and uncle share.

"What's wrong, Jeon? You don't have enough stamina for a kid?" you joke, walking into the living room as you avert your eyes back at Haru, just in time to notice Jungkook's roll of eyes and need to flick you off but obviously, he chooses not to. Not in the presence of his little niece.

"Ruru, you know Y/N, right? You remember her?" Jungkook asks sweetly, coming to his niece as he bends down to her little body while she eyes you curiously, she gives him a stiff nod.

There's no way she remembers you.

"I told you my friend lives here. She saw you when you were thiiiis little." He motions with his hands, showing a half of her size as she stares with big eyes while her lips spread in a huge grin when she sees her uncle's one.

"Hey, Haru," you greet her, setting down the bag that catches her attention momentarily before she watches you attentively as you crouch down to her, smiling at the little girl. "You've grown so much!" you tell her, admiring her from up close.

She still has the baby face, though she is definitely taller and her hair is slightly longer.

"Say hello Ruru." Jungkook tells his niece, watching your interaction as Haru suddenly bows to you and both of you erupt into giggles at the cuteness of his niece.

"Hello." she mumbles, her finger finding its way into her little mouth as she still watches you curiously.

"Look, I brought you some snacks!" you exclaim too happily, knowing you're trying to let her loosen up because so far she seems a little wary of your sudden presence. She's definitely more preservative than she was when she saw you the first time.

Ah, this is why you weren't sure about this. Kids are unpredictable and you hate to admit how much you don't want any kid not to like you. This is like a completely different kid than the one you saw in Busan.

She peers into the back curiously, looking at you in confirmation as you give her a nod with a bright smile and she smiles back, pulling a pack of round chocolate pies. Of course, she would pull out the most unhealthy one.

She hands it to her uncle, silently pleading him to open it for her as he stares at her with sparkling eyes and adoring grin, not refusing his niece's wish. He opens it, though hands her only one pie telling her she shouldn't be eating too much before her bed time.

Haru frowns and pouts cutely, mumbling a weak "No" which makes you want to snicker. She definitely has an attitude this time. She is cute though.

"Your tummy will hurt then," Jungkook warns her, patting her little tummy and the sight makes you swoon at how delicate and soft he is with her. "You can't eat too many. Your dad said you already ate, you are not hungry. You are just a little greedy, missy."

And he tickles her sides a little which automatically makes her break into a fit of laughter. He stops, laughing at her reaction as he tells her to sit on the couch and eat carefully, not forgetting to hand her her sippy cup which she takes with a slight bow, eyes already focused on the TV where Jungkook has turned on a cartoon station for her.

He sighs, taking the bag off the floor as he gives you an appreciative gaze. "Thanks, you're a huge help."

You wave him off, following him to the kitchen as he starts pulling out the groceries and snacks, putting them to their place.

"She's so big now." you comment, hearing the faint sounds of the cartoon playing as Haru suddenly giggles and repeats something from there, though it's muffled because her mouth is full.

"I know, right?" Jungkook chuckles, closing the cupboard. "Every time I see her in person, there's something new about her."

"It's always like that with kids." you hum, walking up to the sink where you wash your hands while Jungkook tidies up the kitchen.

"Yeah, you're right." he agrees, both of you retrieving back to the living room where Haru spots you immediately, her entire mouth dirty from the chocolate as you and Jungkook snort at the sight.

Although she remains completely unbothered, her chocolate stained finger pointed at Jungkook's large television screen. "Kookie, look, princess!"

Jungkook chuckles, already bringing some napkins with him as you coo at her, joining her at the couch as she lets out a cute and loud "Woah!" every time the princess appears on the screen.

"She has a nice dress, right?" you ask her and she looks at you, smiling.

"Yeah! It's pink and glittery!" she exclaims, almost jumping in her spot from how excited she is to have this conversation.

So you chat with her, pointing out almost every detail the princess has. From her glittery silver crown, to her matching heels. Jungkook joins you, wiping Haru's mouth even when she talks but that doesn't stop her while she continues blabbering to the point you've to pay extra attention to try to understand her.

Though as soon as she's done eating, Jungkook turns off the television despite her whines and pleads, pointing towards the huge bag her parents brought full of her toys.

"Show Y/N your dolls. You've got some princesses for sure." Jungkook says, feigning excitement as Haru looks at you and you quickly nod, going along with Jungkook's plan until she happily jumps off the couch, sitting on the floor while rummaging through the bag.

You send Jungkook a wink, joining her on the floor as she starts showing you her entire collection of toys. Surprisingly, yes, there are princess dolls but she shows you her little plushies as well. But like every kid, she loses her interest in a few minutes and until it's her bed time, you and Jungkook have to occupy her somehow.

You end up playing hide-and-seek, Haru hiding at the most obvious and visible spots while you and Jungkook pretend you don't see her, wanting to gain some extra time. You're so evil by doing this, though it's been only one hour and you and Jungkook feel like you're about to faint from exhaustion.

"Fuck, is this how parents feel like?" Jungkook complains as soon as you both plop back on the couch, breathing exhaustedly while the apartment is swallowed in silence that has seemed unapproachable.

After playing for another two hours and Jungwon and Sona checking on their daughter through text messages, it was finally time for bedtime. Haru refused to sleep in Jungkook's bedroom for some reason though, your room appearing more up to her preference as she jumped on your bed already wearing her pajamas, clutching one of her plushies.

Jungkook tried to persuade her and for a moment it was funny to see him trying to explain to her that it's your room. She's a stubborn one, definitely has some Jeon genes which ended up with you laughing and assuring him it's fine. Your one side of the bed is pressed against the wall sideways, which makes it safer for Haru anyway, just in case she rolls around in her sleep. She's not used to sleeping here, so it's better to be safe.

He even promised her he will join her, not wanting her to sleep alone the whole night, again just in case which makes perfect sense. After you and Jungkook have read her a book, Haru refusing to let one of you out of the room, she finally fell asleep – something that seemed impossible for the longest time.

"I guess," you sigh, throwing your head back as you hum at the silence. "She's cute but god, was she always this energetic?"

Jungkook erupts in a fit of tired and silent laughter as you join him with a chuckle, both of you too tired to say anything else.

"Thanks for helping me. I don't think I'd be able to do it without you." he says, head turned to you as you both stay slouched on the couch in the laziest position.

You find him giving you a soft and appreciative smile which makes you chuckle again.

"You would," you assure him, "You're just not used to this but Haru loves you, she's a good kid."

"I mean... yeah, she is. It's just so tiring, I found it better when she was not walking and was just babbling."

"Jungkook!" you exclaim by whispering-yelling, looking scandalized at Jungkook who just sheepishly grins.

"What it's true..." he mutters.

"You can't say stuff like this." you laugh quietly, finding his honesty funny because as much as he loves his niece, he's at least objective.

But he just shrugs, not really caring while he runs his long tattooed fingers through his raven hair. The silence and moment of rest swallows both of you while you just sit there in a dim lightning. Contemplating between taking a shower, going to bed after or resting your eyes for a little bit longer, the moment is interrupted by Jungkook's pillowy lips pressing a set of soft kisses between your shoulder and neck.

Your body reacts automatically, it's no secret you enjoy Jungkook's close proximity and even though you know where this leads to, and you weren't even thinking about sex at this exact moment, you give him more space by angling your head. The sound of his lips pressing wet smooches on your neck makes you sigh in content, but most importantly it's how soft and eager at the same time they feel. He's just kissing you, not rushing anywhere but the main point of this act is not misleading.

"Kook," you moan, eyes closed while your whole body tenses as soon as his teeth gently graze over your skin. "We can't right now."

"Says who?" he murmurs against you, voice sending vibration to the point goosebumps appear all over your body.

"You're seriously thinking about sex when your niece sleeps in the next room?"

It's not like having sex right now isn't temping. It most certainly is. Again, you haven't had the time to have sex and the last time you've even remoterly done something intimate was the morning blowjob. Oh, how you wished to just be that person that says "Fuck work" and went along with Jungkook's shenanigans. You've never had such a pleasurable sex before, not with anyone else. Maybe the fact that you don't hook up every day helps, so every time one of you feels like it's time to switch from friends to friends who hook up, it works every time and both of you are in the mood. It's not hard to be when you look at your devilishly hot looking best friend.

"Babe, we've done it when our friend was sleeping in the next room." Jungkook points out against you, a moan vibrating out of your mouth and you're not sure whether it's those lips on you again, or the cute affectionate pet name you've grown very attracted to.

You should hate him for that. You used to cringe at the thought of a man calling you a pet name. But of course, what you had in mind were those cringey pet names. You're glad Jungkook doesn't call you anything else. If he called you a baby girl, you would kick him in the ass sooner he would get to yours.

You're selfish and you're purposely deciding to ignore how such a single pet name makes a red light beeping in your head. It's too intimate, close. But the main problem is that you like it. And instead of having another conversation with Jungkook about it, instead you choose to ignore it and press your thighs together whenever he says it. Every time he calls you that, it's always somehow related to sex so maybe it shouldn't be a big deal. Not as long as both of you are fine with it. You love the thrill, excitement and lust he brings out of you and being robbed of it makes you actually dislike that thought. So much that you just push the topic away every single time.

It's not forced. It's natural.

"She's a kid though. What if she wakes up?" you whine, annoyed with yourself that instead of pulling away you even press yourself closer to him, his hand slowly disappearing under your shirt. Oh, fuck, you're done for.

"You gotta be quiet then," Jungkook proposes lightly, pulling down your bralette letting it stay under your breast while he palms the soft flesh.

He knows what he's doing. He always does. The wetness between your thighs and already clinging to your underwear is the perfect proof of it, a proof he's soon about to witness.

"Don't tell me you don't want it."

And you actually stay silent, Jungkook finding you biting on your lower lip rather harshly which makes him smirk. He knew it.

"What if I don't?" Why are you still doing this? You don't know. What's the point of prolonging this when you could've been both naked by now.

"Should I look between your legs to find out?"

Your breath hitches in your throat and you press your thighs immediately, cursing when Jungkook follows the motion and makes sure you see the smirk that spreads on his beautiful wet lips.

"No need," you manage to choke out, cursing under your breath when Jungkook pinches your nipple, letting his thumb graze over it right after. "I think it's more than obvious." you let out breathlessly, chuckling as soon as you dropped the facade. Well, that didn't take long.

"Quit playing and let me fuck you." His lips move to your jaw as he says it, your own hand shooting to Jungkook's jaw as you caress it, fingers moving to his hair.

"We're risking. What if she wakes up?"

Jungkook groans against you, forehead pressed against your cheek for a moment. "Do you seriously think my brother and his wife don't fuck when their kid is around?"

"I–no." you stutter, cheeks heating up at his bluntness.

"Besides, if we are quiet she won't hear us."

"I know–but what if she sees us and then tells that to Jungwon and Sona?"

"Then they will know her uncle fucked his pretty best friend until she cried."

"Jungkook," you frown, scolding him as you elbow him in the stomach. "That's not funny. Stop joking."

He snorts, shaking his head as he sits up. It's not hard to tell you're already horny and ready to do this. "What do you want me to say?"

You shrug, nibbling on your bottom lip before your eyes avert to the door of his office and your room where Haru is currently sleeping. You feel your heat tingling and pulsating, knowing you will be annoyed if you don't act upon your needs and urges. Fuck it. She's sleeping and she seemed out of it. You just hope you won't traumatize that kid.

"Fuck, okay but let's be quick and not waste time."

"You're the one who's been wasting time babe." Jungkook doesn't miss the chance to point out, already awaiting the glare that comes though you're already stripping yourself out of your sweatpants and shirt.

Jungkook eyes you hungrily, his own cock hardening at the sight of your breast peeking out of the bralette, until you tag it up and cover it. And you're about to ask him why isn't he taking off his clothes, as soon as you're done taking off yours just staying in your underwear, but Jungkook tugs you back onto the couch and makes you lay down.

He's not beating around the bush, sliding your panties down your legs and momentarily, you're embarrassed that he's not met with lace but with casual cotton panties. Though, he doesn't seem to mind and he just tosses them somewhere behind him, giving you a teasing smile before he spreads your legs and dives right in.

"Jesus Christ, Jeon," you curse, having a hard time controlling yourself when he sucks on your clit that's been anticipating any sort of touch and contact.

Your whole body stiffens but then relaxes, welcoming the pleasure Jungkook's hungry mouth so gladly gives you. You grunt through your closed mouth, his mouth covering your entire pussy as his tongue pushes against your entrance. You already see stars, eyes watering at how intense and quick all of it is. Bucking your hips into his face, Jungkook grunts against you, sending a different set of vibrations through your body. With your back arched, he holds you by your thighs, keeping them spread out for his face so he doesn't miss a spot.

"Kook," Not only do you sound needy, but there's something even more sexual about how quiet you're trying to keep yourself. "So good."

Jungkook doesn't answer though, even though his dirty mouth would have a lot to say for sure, but he remains occupied by bringing you pleasure and eventually bringing you to the wishful orgasm. It could be considered as embarrassing because it doesn't waste too long for you to reach the end, hand clasped over your mouth as your thighs shake and you start cumming. Jungkook laps at your juices, his mouth slowing down but not stopping entirely, not until he doesn't feel you clenching around nothing, your pussy wishing it was his cock instead.

He's already hard in his boxers, going down on you having that effect on him sometimes. There's just something about how vulnerable and needy you are when his mouth is on you.

Jungkook's hair is messy, lips glistening with your juices and the sight is not unfamiliar in any way. But you still make sure to give him a stare, chest heaving with harsh breaths as Jungkook hovers over you, already mid standing while you bring your lips together. He lets them locked for a short period of time, sending you a smirk.

"Wait up here."

And he's gone before you can even open your mouth. Propping yourself on your elbows, you look around the room still trying to catch your breath as you feel the breeze fanning over your wetness. Not having an orgasm for a few days or weeks really makes it feel like your first.

Jungkook is back though, taking off his shirt while he walks to the couch where he sits on his previous spot as he makes himself comfortable, sliding down his sweatpants to his ankles. He rips the foil package with his teeth, one hand already working on pulling out his cock out as you salivate. You get up in interest, seeing the thirst and lust coming right back as you watch Jungkook sliding down the condom on his hard cock, the vein popping under the skin.

He had to buy a new pack of condoms, considering the latest failure you experienced together.

You get on his lap with no words, Jungkook helping you as he positions his cockhead at your entrance, your hands grabbing his shoulders. Fuck, it's been a while since you rode him and you can't wait.

Feeling his tip at your entrance, you almost shake on your wobbly legs and if it weren't for Jungkook's big hands on your hips, maybe you would give up and fall down on him. Jungkook brings your lips together in a chaste kiss while you decide not to wait any longer, slowly sitting down. He goes to grab his cock with one hand, helping you in entering you. Your mouth drops open and a gasp leaves your mouth, your walls stretching.

"You're doing good," Jungkook says breathlessly, hands going back to your hips as he caresses your sides while you keep lowering yourself.

Apparently, Jungkook is one hungered man and doesn't know where to touch you first because as soon as your chest makes it into his view, he leans his head towards you and pushes your bralette down once again. He doesn't waste time wrapping his mouth around your breast, sucking your nipple and tracing his tongue around it which makes you let out a loud moan. Jungkook chuckles, clearly enjoying your slip up as you tell him to fuck off under your breath.

You don't let him fill you up to the brim though, the pressure of his cock making it harder for your walls to accommodate him. So you set your own pace, taking more of him with each drop of your hips until he's completely filling you up, his pelvic bone pressed against yours. You stay like that for a moment, trying to catch a breath while Jungkook starts kissing your neck all over again, occupying himself. It doesn't take long for you to snap out of it, buckling your hips into his as you roll them.

Jungkook watches you through hooded eyes, letting you lead as his chest heaves as soon as you start to ride him. His hands move to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart while you set up rather a fast pace. He squeezes the soft flesh, digging his fingers into them while you breathe loudly, trying to prevent yourself from moaning.

"Riding me so well," Jungkook whispers against your mouth, his own hips buckling into yours as you gasp but don't let it distract you, still keeping up your pace.

"Fuck," you groan, "Slap me."

Jungkook bites onto his lower lip, your foreheads touching while your lips keep rubbing against one another. "You want me to spank your pretty ass?"

"Yeah, do it." you tell him breathlessly, clenching around him as Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle. And then he delivers your wished spank, your walls clenching even more as Jungkook grunts.

And then he delivers another one, "My slut likes it rough?"

Oh, God have mercy.

"Fuck, Jungkook."

"I will take that as a yes," he chuckles, your breasts pressed against his chest while you keep feeling his defined abs against you, the muscles tensing with each movement.

He leans back to get a view of your face, as much as your fast pace lets him and he swears he could bust a nut right here and there. There's just something about your mouth open in full ecstasy, brows pinched together in an almost painful but lustful look. Your breasts bounce, your bralette wrapped around you beneath them. The sight is dirty and adds even more spice to this moment.

Your bodies are hot, sweat slowly but surely collecting on your skin while your bodies stay connected together, rubbing against one another that creates natural warmth.

"Fuck, I'm close." As if he didn't know.

He smirks, buckling his hips up as he meets you in the midway, your head spinning. It keeps getting harder to stay quiet and as your teeth clash together in an awkward manner, you kiss each other messily and hurriedly.

"You're gonna cum for me?" Jungkook breathes out, clashing your lips together again as you whine into his mouth.

He's everywhere. His cock is hitting you in long and harsh strokes, his hard chest brushing against yours while his hands keep your ass cheeks spread as he clutches them in his grasp. Skin slapping against each other, Jungkook presses you more into his balls when he's deep inside of you, bringing your head to spin as if you were about to faint and as you keep recklessly kissing each other, he delivers a final slap to your ass that leaves your skin tingling. And that's when you know it's the final line.

You're cumming around him, your body freezing completely as you let the marvelousness of orgasm dominate your entire body. But with your lack of movements, you're not robbed off your orgasm because Jungkook fucks you through it, thrusting into you. Eventually, your body falls on top of his, your head in the crook of his neck as you let him continue, despite the overstimulation that's starting to appear.

Jungkook's hard breathing echoes in the room and he presses himself into you as far as your body allows him, pushing you down onto him once again until he comes with a low grunt, the feral sound muffled as he harshly bites onto his bottom lip.

"Goddamnit," Jungkook breathes out, voice low and breathy as you straighten yourself, catching him with closed eyes and open mouth. He's breathing heavily, both of you are actually, but now he's the one that slowly calms down from the orgasm. "Can you imagine we wouldn't have decided to fuck?"

He chuckles when he sees your face, dumbfounded as you roll your eyes while you get off his lap. Fuck, you were messy.

"We risked a lot," you remind him, trying to search for your panties as you put them on once you find them thrown at the end of the couch. "I would be surprised if we didn't wake her up."

"I'm gonna check on her," Jungkook waves you off, "What's life without little risk?" he shoots you a crooked smile as you shake your head, lips spreading into a similar grin as you throw his shirt at him.

"Put your dick away and go check the poor kid."

"Leave my dick alone." Jungkook grins, taking off the condom.

"When did you even buy new ones?" you ask, pointing at the condom full of his cum in his hands as he skillfully ties the knot at the end.

"I have my ways," Once again, you're met with a grin. "You didn't think I would deprive myself of sex, right?" he jokes and you scrunch your nose, not bothering to put more clothes on since you're in a desperate need of shower.

At least you've got your underwear on in case Haru would snatch the door open and see you half-naked.

"Whatever," you feign annoyance as you both grin at each other. "I'm gonna take a shower. You're sleeping in my bed, right?"

"Yeah," he scratches the back of his head before he tucks himself back into boxers, pulling up his sweatpants as well. "I'm sorry about that. She's stubborn sometimes."

"It's fine," you assure him with a smile, knowing Haru was very persistent about staying in your bed. Jungkook's bed is bigger anyways. It's better for him to stay with her in case she wakes up during the night, which wouldn't be surprising, especially if she sleeps in a new place. Even if she was here sometime, she was too little to remember. "I guess it runs in the family." you joke, turning around as you shoot a grin across your shoulder to Jungkook.

"Like you're one to talk!" he yells after you, silencing himself right after he realizes how loud he's been.

He watches your ass colored red by his hands, his own lips curving into a smirk. He shakes his head in amusement, quickly throwing out the condom into the bin before he checks on his niece. She's sleeping soundlessly, hasn't moved since she fell asleep and he breathes out in relief.

Well, the sex was worth the risks.

Jungwon and Sona arrive first thing in the morning, just like they promised. Luckily for you, you've had enough time to make yourself look more presentable, right after you found Jungkook desperately trying not to curse in front of the poor child while he wanted to do her pigtails.

"Fu--fine, I can't seem to know how to do this." He said as soon as he spotted you coming to the kitchen rubbing your eyes making you pause at the sight of Haru sitting on the chair, with Jungkook behind her with a kids hairbrush in his hands.

You helped him of course, noticing Haru eating her breakfast looking completely fresh, already wearing her clothes for the day.

The couple looks just as fresh, enveloping Haru in the biggest hug. "Mommy! Daddy!" she yells, both you and Jungkook watching their family interaction as you coo at her.

"Hey, our little tiger. Did you have fun with Kookie and Y/N?" Jungwon asks her, crouching down to his daughter's level as she nods, turning to you and Jungkook.

She suddenly runs towards both of you, hugging your legs. "We played!"

Jungkook takes her up into her arms when she taps his thighs a few times, understanding her wishes while Sona thanks both of you for looking after her, gushing how much fun they had and the restaurant Jungwon picked out has amazing food.

"Thanks, Kook-ah again. We really had time for ourselves for a moment. I'm working most of the time and we don't want to bother mom and dad whenever we could potentially go out," Jungwon explains, looking at you as well once he says it as he shows nothing but gratitude. "You guys helped a lot. Thank you Y/N for babysitting. I know Jungkook must have dragged you into it."

You laugh, Jungkook frowning as he stares at his older brother in betrayal, scoffing a little. "Hyung, Y/N can't be dragged into something she doesn't want to do."

"Hey, that's not true!" you exclaim, Sona laughing while Jungwon grins in amusement as Jungkook stares down at you, Haru still in his arms as she giggles but probably has no idea what you all are talking about. She just sees everyone laughing so she joins, suddenly too preoccupied with Jungkook's brow piercing.

"Yes, it is--Haru baby that's not for playing." he almost hisses when Haru clumsily traces her little fingers against his piercing, touching it rather harshly as Sona quickly goes to grab her.

"You can't have that when you have babies around." Jungwon points out amusingly, your stomach dropping what his words imply.

Obviously, he doesn't know what Jungkook has been through at least you think so because Jungkook has never mentioned about telling anyone else. And surely, even if he has, Jungwon wouldn't say it just bluntly. Even though what he says is just a mention of babies, it doesn't imply anything too close to Jungkook's situation.

You glance at Jungkook, finding him shocked for a moment until he breaks a faint smile.

"Honey, Jungkook doesn't have babies or kids around him all the time." Sona retorts, Haru hugging her as her words dig even deeper to your chest.

"I don't," Jungkook says, offering another smile that doesn't reach his eyes and thankfully, the two other adults haven't noticed the shift in Jungkook's behavior. "Do you guys wanna stay for a little longer or?"

"Oh, no thank you! We are actually going to the sea world we promised Haru, right? Are you excited to see fishes?" she asks Haru, averting her attention to her daughter who excitedly shouts "Yes! Fishes! Let's go!" which makes everyone laugh.

Another round of gratitude soon follows as you accompany them to the front door, bidding goodbye to Haru who seems to be sad to be saying goodbye to her uncle. She even hugs you and kisses you on your lips, making you coo at her as you promise to visit her some day. That seems to lift up her mood from the sudden soreness, of course with Jungkook's help as he promises to come to Busan and bring you with him as well.

Jungwon hugs his brother, even giving you a hug before they are all gone and you're met with silence.

"I'm fine," he says automatically, surprising you as he turns to look at you.

Your mouth is open but all you can do is to stare at him in shock.

"They don't know, it's fine," You probably don't realize it, but you're looking at him skeptically which makes him break a smile as he walks up to you, grabbing your face gently. "I'm fine. I'm not a fragile doll." he assures you and you smile back, giving him a nod.

"I know you're not," you murmur, "I'm sorry if I made you feel weird."

"You did not," Jungkook chuckles, "One day, maybe I will have a baby around me or kids. I don't want to think about what could've been, you know?" he proposes with a smile.

"No, I get that, yeah absolutely. You're right."

"Good," he says, letting go of your face. "Jimin texted me, they want to go bowling. You in?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

You smile, the pressure on your chest dissolving because Jungkook is fine.

"Oh, come on!" You and Taehyung whine loudly when Jungkook hits yet another strike, officially making him the winner while he turns around proudly and confidently, his arms outstretched.

Jimin laughs at you and Taehyung, covering his mouth when he sees your defeated looks.

"This is bullshit," you mutter and Taehyung agrees immediately, nodding next to you. "Are we surprised? Of course he would win."

Jungkook walks past you but not before he teasingly leans down to you, "Baby, don't be a sore loser." he snickers and you elbow him in the hip annoyingly, clicking your tongue at him while he throws his head back, laughing while he walks up to the table and takes a swig of his drink.

Taehyung amusingly watches the interaction, though he couldn't hear what Jungkook told you but that doesn't stop him from sending you a wink as you roll your eyes at him. Surprisingly, he hasn't told Jimin about you two, so he's pretty much clueless.

However, as soon as you met up with Jimin, he knew his secret had been spilled and there's no way of denying a new person in his life.

"You guys know." He had stated as soon as he caught you and Jungkook, looking at him with tiny smiles. He managed to glare at Taehyung but he just stayed unbothered, offered him a shrug.

You admitted that yes, you two know about it indeed.

Not wanting to talk about it any further, knowing he isn't feeling very comfortable discussing it, you've moved on and began your evening.

"How's the project going? You haven't started yet, right?" Jimin asks Jungkook, glancing at you as all of you sit down at the table to take a short break before you start another game.

"Ah, no not yet," Jungkook says as he gulps down his drink, "We should be starting next week? No?"

"Yeah, that's the plan." you confirm, sitting down next to Taehyung who offers you snacks and you gladly take it from him.

"How's the girl? What was her name? The one you're helping."

"Ester," Jungkook chuckles at Jimin's confusion who just waves his hand off, smiling a little. "She's been joining me on a few shoots, she is really talented but I think she needs a little push. She doesn't really believe in herself, so I hope this job opportunity will change that."

"Yeah, you've shown me her work. She takes nice pictures," Jimin agrees, "Are you guys friends?"

Jungkook's brows shoot up, a little surprised by the question and he kind of assumes Jimin is going to smile teasingly at him, but he's met with curious eyes and a genuine causal question. "Uhh, yeah? I guess. I mean, yeah. She's cool."

"You should've invited her. I remember you telling me she doesn't have many friends."

You snap your head towards Jimin. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" Jimin chuckles, shrugging. "She's a nice person. She could have joined us."

"She's Jungkook's friend." you point out, Jimin giving you a pointed look.

"Exactly," he deadpans and Taehyung clears his throat next to you.

"I mean what Y/N wants to say is... what do you want to say?" he whispers the question next to you and you roll your eyes.

"Nothing!" you exclaim, "I'm not against inviting her or something, if that's what Jungkook wants. I was just asking why we should invite her. We don't usually invite any other people." you point out and they all know you've got a point.

Taehyung has other friends, maybe not as close as the three of you are but he has other friends. So does Jimin and Jungkook as well. You do too but none of you just randomly invite them.

"It was just a suggestion," Jimin chuckles, giving you a look. "Kook said she doesn't have a lot of friends. I feel bad."

"I'm not sure if she would go," Jungkook decides to say, "She's kinda shy and she needs to warm up to people."

"I can warm her up if she wants," Taehyung chirps and you roll your eyes. "You should've invited your girl, Jimin." Taehyung proposes and Jimin looks away, completely ignoring Taehyung's proposition as you snort.

"What? You don't want her to meet us?" you ask, laughing in amusement as Jimin's cheeks burn and he shifts uncomfortably in his spot. A soft smile plays on Jungkook's lips but he hides it behind the rim of his glass.

"No... it's not like that..."

"Mhm," Taehyung purses his lips, "Well, you kept her a secret for a reason."

It sounds like a jab, though all of you know Taehyung and his big mouth. It's your turn to shift on your spot as you glance at Jimin who frowns at Taehyung, but the younger one just shrugs.

"I--you guys can be intimidating sometimes!" Jimin exclaims all of a sudden.

"Excuse us?" you gasp, "We are not!"

Jimin slouches his shoulders as he sighs, rubbing his eyes. "It's still fresh and I've never done this before, so I'm sorry if I'm taking my time."

"Man, don't apologize. Everyone's got a different pace. It's totally fine if you don't want her to hang out with us just yet." Jungkook butts in, hand squeezing Jimin's shoulder as he glances at him appreciatively.

"I mean... Jungkook is right," you tell him, "But we are happy for you."

Jimin smiles appreciatively once again. "Ah, it's just so weird," He touches the back of his neck frustratedly. "Who would have thought I'm gonna have a girlfriend, right?" he chuckles sheepishly, you and Jungkook share an amused smile.

You barely get to see Jimin flustered and the fact he's so shy all of a sudden, Park Jimin who's been fucking around since you can remember, just proves that he moved to another stage in his life.

"Not me," Taehyung mutters, "But yeah... if that's what you want Jimin. I can't relate but we are happy for you." he adds, tone genuine as he gives Jimin a gentle smile.

You smile at Taehyung, leaning your head against his shoulder while Jungkook pats Jimin on the back, grinning from ear to ear when noticing his friend's flushed face.

"Those two are something else," you say in the midst of already taking off your shoes as Jungkook shuts the front door.

Things between Jimin and Taehyung haven't been anything serious in the first place, though after the last conversation where Jimin had finally talked about his girlfriend and the newfound relationship, he's been more at ease. Taehyung's previous behavior had been nothing but just his typical personality shining through and even though he had acted like a drama queen, offended Jimin has a girlfriend out of nowhere. In your own twisted way, you understand him. Well, they have been fucking around for a long time – it was what connected them even more, the same interests and life-style.

Taehyung can't grasp the point of having a relationship, especially if he was sure Jimin isn't looking for one and didn't peg him as the type to have one. Like Jimin admitted, it happened. Taehyung can't relate and seems repulsed to even think about ending up similarly like Jimin.

"I wonder why we haven't been kicked out of the place." you mutter, sighing once your feet are free of shoes as Jungkook snorts.

You're right. They've been having a few beers, bonding together while you had to play another game. A game that's been apparently paid for because they had decided you'll do three rounds. You protested, of course. Not because you don't like bowling because you do like it, it's actually very often an activity you as a group do. But what's the point of playing it when Jungkook humbled your competitive asses in the first round?

They called you a sore loser – honestly, you just like a fair game and that's not possible if your dearest best friend is fucking good at bowling too.

"I'll go easy on you." Jungkook told you once he saw your not so enthusiastic face.

He never does, that's what you told him back.

He shot you a smirk, once Jimin and Taehyung weren't paying attention and he delivered a very subtle smack to your ass. It humbled you and you ended up playing the last round with already tipsy Jimin and Taehyung.

In the end, Jungkook had let you win. No matter how many times he tried to play innocent, there's no way a good player like him suddenly ended up in last place. You exchanged looks, Jungkook's lips curving into a grin that has told you everything you already knew.

"Have you seen Jimin though?" Jungkook asks, both of you walking further down the apartment as the scent of Jungkook's home welcomes you. "He was glowing when he was talking about his girlfriend," he grins, you playfully rolling your eyes in Jungkook's teasing grin.

He's right though.

"I've never seen him look like that," he admits with a chuckle, walking to the kitchen as you follow him. "Glass of wine?"

"Yes, please."

"Red or white?"

"Red."

Jungkook opens the fridge, shooting you a look across his shoulder as you sit down, sending him a sheepish grin as he knowingly pulls out your favorite wine. You're not the type to drink wine often, you don't like its sour and bitter taste but Jungkook once bought a wine that tastes like anything you've ever drank before. It's not cheap though, neither expensive but expensive enough for its slim and tall bottle that fills only four glasses.

However, Jungkook pulls it out without any words and grabs two glasses along the way. Sitting on the bar stool with him standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island, he opens the bottle and pours you both a glass.

You thank him, immediately tasting the sweet red liquid as you let it linger on your tongue for a few seconds before you swallow it down.

"Don't tease Jimin," you tell him, going back to your previous topic as Jungkook only grins again as he shrugs. "I find it cute. He really must like her."

"His eyes literally shined when he was talking about her. And Jimin, and shy?" Jungkook cackles as you laugh, knowing exactly what he's referring to because you witnessed it.

"Oh, don't tease him," you snort, "You looked like a love sick puppy when you found yourself a girlfriend."

Jungkook purses his lips but still grins. He knows everyone out of your group could tell he's in love. He looked like a teenager who had found his first love.

"Ah, don't remind me." he shuts his eyes in embarrassment as he laughs, you joining him.

"You were like... ten times Jimin."

"Yah," he scolds you but still keeps laughing. "I was really going through it, alright?"

You hum, taking another sip while a moment of silence passes until it's interrupted by your phone ringing. Pulling it out of the pocket, you notice it's Maya and your brows raise up in a mere surprise. She never calls you until she wants to hang out, she usually texts and it's always during the day not in the evening.

Jungkook questionably looks at you, causing you to say Maya's name until you accept the call, barely having enough time to greet her before her cheerful velvety voice reaches your ears.

"Hey girl," she chirps, "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

"No, we actually just came back from bowling."

"Wuuu, you guys were on a date?"

You know she's teasing, it's practically all laced in her voice and sometimes you wonder if she's not very similar to Taehyung in this – in some things, she's a woman version of him.

Eyes flickering to Jungkook, you wonder if he could hear it but he seems to be clueless, drinking the rest of his wine as you clear your throat.

"No," you say matter-of-factly with an edge to your voice which makes Maya chuckle. "Jimin and Taehyung were there too. It was us friends hanging out."

She cackles at the tone of your voice. "Damn, and you guys didn't invite us?"

Her voice is light, cheerful as most of the time you get to hear it and you know there's nothing bitter behind her words. Still, it makes you feel bad for not thinking about inviting them too. Namjoon hangs out with the guys often, you don't see him as much but technically, he could be considered as your friend as well. Hanging out with Maya, so you're not the only woman could be a nice change for a while. Not that you mind it though.

"I–uh–sorry, that didn't cross my mind, I'll make sure we invite you next time."

A laugh rings in your ear as she lets you know it's okay. "I'm just teasing, we were busy anyway. If you know what I mean." she muses with a low tone as you feel your cheeks warm up for some reason.

"Where is Namjoon?" you ask, trying to play it cool as she catches up to your intention as she tries to stifle a laugh.

"In the shower."

"Oh... why didn't you join him then?" you ask, your question catching Jungkook's eyes as he frowns in confusion, probably wondering what the hell you're talking about with Namjoon's girlfriend.

"I went first. I'm not capable of round two. Fuck, I can't literally feel my legs."

You snort, "That good?"

"You can't imagine,"

You giggle, covering your mouth at her blunt words.

"We're actually going on a late date night but we got busy."

"Oh god." you snort, hearing Maya's laugh.

"We got distracted!" she exclaims as if that was any better which makes you laugh even more. "Haven't you and Jungkook ever fucked when you were supposed to go somewhere?"

"Maya." you hiss at her through the phone, tone still light as she apologizes through her giggles.

"Don't worry, Joon doesn't hear. He's still taking a shower and thinks he can sing."

Looking at Jungkook, you see him staring right back at you with the same confused frown and for some reason you pray he couldn't hear Maya's bubbly and loud voice on the other line. Maya hums, expectedly waiting for your answer as you clear your throat.

"We have." you admit by muttering.

"I knew it!" she yells in your ear, causing you to cringe as Jungkook mouths to you he's going to take a shower while you talk to Maya. "But I actually called you to ask you what you're doing next weekend? They have called from the salon and they want me to come pick out the wedding dress. I know it's kinda short notice but they're so busy and I was actually surprised they gave me such an early date."

You already promised her you'll go with her, since she doesn't have a lot of friends to go with in the first place and it's kind of your honor to be a part of that. You appreciate it, even more when you realize you haven't been friends for that long but Maya already trusts you and wants to be your friend. You've become very close in a short period of time, not that the time matters but it's not very usual to find such a good friend so quickly. It's hard to believe Maya, a literal social butterfly, doesn't have a lot of friends here in Seoul. But it does make sense – your paths have been very similar.

Both busy with your jobs to find more female friends.

"Don't worry about it, I don't have any plans." you assure her, smiling when she squeals and beams how much fun you're going to have until she's cut short, explaining Namjoon is out of the shower and they're already late for their reservation.

You bid goodbye with her, confirming your plans for the next weekend for the last time before you hang up and make your way to the bathroom to take a shower too once Jungkook's out of there, already in his room where you can't see him but you hear him rummaging through his drawers.

Your shower is quick, grabbing your two abandoned glasses where you pour the rest of the wine and bring it to Jungkook's bedroom. He already lays in his bed, though not hiding under his covers as he just rests on top of it with his boxers only with raven hair still wet from the shower. You have to take a deep breath as he glances from his phone to look at you while you give him a soft smile, joining him on the bed as you hand him the wine.

"Sorry, Maya and I are going to pick her wedding dress next weekend, she just wanted to ask me if I'm free."

Jungkook smiles, taking a sip of the fine wine even though he had already brushed his teeth but doesn't tell you that. "All good," he assures you, setting the glass down on the nightstand. "You were acting weird when she called you." he notes and you take the moment of silence to gulp down the wine as you hand him your empty glass, so he can put it down.

"Yeah, you know her," you giggle a little bit too nervous for your liking. "She has a way over words sometimes."

"Sounds familiar," he teases, causing you to roll your eyes at his grin. "You already have secrets with her?"

It doesn't sound suspicious or anything negative, he's just amusingly asking you once he sees your slightly flustered face. Of course he caught onto your weird behavior. Jungkook is very attentive and knows you like his own shoes, plus you weren't very good at hiding your reactions to Maya's blunt and teasing assumptions.

"I..." you gulp, nibbling on your bottom lip for a moment. Now is a good time to spill the beans, considering Jungkook has a right to know about Maya knowing your little discrete secret that only Taehyung knows so far. "Maya knows about us hooking up."

Jungkook's brow shoots up slightly after your revelation which for some reason makes you nervous. "Are you mad?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Why would I be? She's your friend. I'm glad you get along with her." he shrugs and you simply stare, feeling like the weight off your chest is gone just like that.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean I don't want to plaster a sign on my forehead that says 'Hey I'm fucking my best friend in private' but I'm okay with it. I don't really care if she knows or not. It's just a matter of time before Jimin knows too but it's nobody's business but ours."

"You're right," you nod, "Maya promised me she's not gonna tell Namjoon."

At that, Jungkook snorts a little and you frown in confusion as he explains; "Do you really think she's not gonna tell herboyfriend? Come on..."

"Why not? Couples don't tell each other everything."

"That could be true but I'm pretty sure she will spill it out one way or another, accidently or not."

You frown, lips pouting in a thought as Jungkook smiles.

"Don't look so damned."

"I am!" you exclaim, both of you laughing. "There's still a possibility she won't say a word." you note and Jungkook hides a smile.

"Mhm."

He doesn't sound convinced at all but you decide to drop the topic down. What's the point of dwelling on it longer than necessary? She knows and Jungkook is fine with it, which actually calms you down a lot.

"Is that my shirt?"

Glancing down at your torso you notice that yes, you're indeed wearing one of Jungkook's old shirts. He gave it to you some time ago since you always used to wear it once you slept over and had nothing to wear to bed. Somehow it ended up being your shirt, though he never officially gave it to you. It was more like "oh here's your shirt" whenever you were about to take a shower and asked him for something to wear.

"It's no longer yours." you muse, grinning as Jungkook mirrors your expression, slowly shaking his head at you as he looks down with eyes scrunched and toothy grin.

You take everything in your power not to ogle him but it's hard not to – especially if he's only in his boxers, abs and muscles on full display along with his toned buffed chest and tattooed right arm that adds just the right spice to his look. He looks completely natural, yet it's completely enough to knock the breath out of you.

"Hm, really?" Jungkook hums, sitting more upward as he makes himself more comfortable against the headboard while you give him a confident nod in return. Lips twitching, he shrugs. "Looks better on you anyway."

Your heart squeezes at the subtle compliment that gets out of his mouth so freely, almost as if he didn't just give you a compliment in the first place. It's the tiny comments like this that makes your heart combust and again, you're reminded how Jungkook is naturally good with his words. He's not the annoying type that makes you cringe or awkwardly laugh to yourself – it's the complete opposite.

"I know." you tell him, not trying to show how flustered he makes you with a single sentence.

Confidence is the key. Though, you're not sure if his shirt looks better on you therefore you don't really trust his words. Everything looks better on him – the shirt that is oversized on you looks perfect on him even though the material is starting to get washed off.

"Come here." he motions at you with his finger, your eyes filled with curiosity while you listen to him and get closer.

Once you're close enough, he cups your face and delivers a single kiss to your half-open mouth as you stare at him in surprise. "What was that for?"

"You know how I always get what I want?" he asks confidently, mouth hovering over your throat as he delivers another kiss to your jaw and neck causing you to sigh in content.

You're too comfortable to focus on the fact there's obviously something more behind his actions but for now, you don't care and just enjoy his soft lips against your skin.

"So do I." you breathe out, closing your eyes once he grazes his teeth against your jaw. Fuck.

And then he playfully asks; "You think?"

"I know." you comment smartly, his hot breath fanning your skin for a moment.

Jungkook sits upright, inching closer to you until he places his hands over your shoulders and gently pushes you down until you're laying on your back, him hovering over you as you stare at him with big curious eyes. Does he want to have sex right now? You both just came out of the shower. It might seem as if you don't want it but that's far from the truth. Jungkook can get you in the mood with a snap of his fingers – as embarrassing as it is to admit it.

He gropes your breasts, gently and with utmost care, squeezing them which makes a breathy and shaken gasp rip out of your mouth. He locates your nipple through the thin material, pinching it slightly and you gasp again at the slight pain and pleasure.

"You think you're slick, hm?" he mutters, doing the same with your other breast while your hands find their way to his hair as you tug on them. Back arched, you crave for his mouth as you try to press yourself to his body. He's warm and firm.

"What are you talking about?" It comes out shaky and breathy yet again, even more now that he sneaks his hand under your shirt and finally envelopes your breast with his big hand.

"Tell me," he says simply, kissing you and you quickly kiss him back, whining when he pulls away and refuses to deepen the kiss. "Tell me what you're so obviously hiding from me."

"What?" you whisper, wincing when he pinches your nipple way harder than before.

"We said we're gonna be honest with each other, yet you refuse to tell me what you want to try in bed so badly,"

You tense right away, your clouded mind clearing as soon as his words get to you and you snap your eyes open, finding him already staring at you but he still hovers over you powerfully.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Why are you so persistent about this?" you ask, voice close to annoyed as you frown while Jungkook searches your face with his big and dark eyes.

"Why are you so persistent in not telling me?" he asks in return and you groan in annoyance which earns you a deep chuckle from him.

"Because it's stupid and we can't do it."

"Why not?" he asks right away, gently pushing you back onto the mattress when you're already trying to escape him by sitting up.

Your back hits the mattress effortlessly and you're in a war between pushing him away or focusing on the butterflies you feel under his dark gaze.

"I won't know until you tell me,"

You know he's right.

If you were in his place, you'd try to get him to talk – even if it's simply out of curiosity if nothing else. But saying the truth to him is just embarrassing because you know you're not in a position to ask him something like that. Not mentioning it just doesn't make sense and you really can't do it without risking more than you already are.

You're annoyed at yourself that you wish to try this with him out of all people. You've always been very cautious when it comes down to this topic.

"Come on, I want you to enjoy sex as much as I do."

Sighing, you sit up and gently push him away from you. He complies, lets you sit up but he doesn't move any further, still adamant to get this out of you.

"I enjoy it. What makes you think I don't?"

"I'm not saying you aren't. Everyone enjoys sex with me," he jokes, causing you to roll your eyes at his playfulness. "There's clearly something you want to try and I'm willing to listen."

"Jungkook, drop it." you say with a stern tone but Jungkook doesn't back down so easily as he cocks his brow at you in challenge. "It's just not something we can do. The end."

"Now I'm even more curious," You groan loudly, causing his lips to twitch. "Do you want me to fuck your ass or something? Because I'm down."

Your cheeks burn immediately and you gape at him. "No!"

"Don't look so scandalized." Jungkook scolds you, already enjoying your horrified expression. You could see his subtle smirk from miles away.

Stubbornly, you avoid Jungkook's gaze as you cross your arms over your chest, looking around Jungkook's room. You're seconds away from running away like the coward you feel like, embarrassed that you're close to admitting Jungkook one of your deepest desires.

"On all fours. Now."

You face him, your neck almost getting a cramp from how quickly you do that. "Wha–"

"Did I stutter?" he asks, plainly and simply causing you to gulp at the sudden change of demeanor.

"No–"

"Then get to work."

You eye him, the rush of excitement already bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you slowly move to turn around. But your knees barely touch the mattress before Jungkook grabs you by your waist and helps you get to his wishful position rather impatiently. He presses his hand on your back, causing your ass to be in the air while the side of your face is pressed against his sheets.

He doesn't waste any time to hook his fingers under your panties and pull them down. Impatiently and harshly as he's not exactly gentle when he tries to get them over your knees.

"Shit." you curse as soon as you feel his fingers rubbing your sex, wetness already pooling at your entrance as he smears it up and down.

He spreads your legs wider and before you can take another deep breath, his mouth is already on your clit. His mouth moves skilfully, tasting you on his tongue while you gasp into his sheets. He eats you out, listening to your silenced moans with your knuckles turning white from how hard you're gripping onto his fresh sheets. The sounds of his mouth and the wetness between your legs, both from your arousal and his saliva, are so dirty and you already feel yourself tipping over the edge.

But then Jungkook pulls away, delivering a sweet kiss to your ass cheek. "Still don't want to tell me?"

Oh, this little--

"No, I'm good."

Jungkook chuckles behind you and then spreads your cheeks apart, enveloping your wetness with his mouth once again.

You know what this is about. You're sure this is his punishment, he's going to rob you off your orgasm every time it comes and fuck, he knows when it comes. You can't fool him but it feels too good to end this.

He flicks his tongue over your clit quickly and you gasp loudly, cursing as you feel yourself getting close already. He pulls away for a moment, licking from your clit to your entrance and just when you think he's going to pull away again, he continues down to your puckered hole. He gathers your wetness and his saliva there, moving his tongue around the hole while he adds the slightest pressure. You tense, wondering if he knows what he's doing because he has never done this before.

He must feel you tense because he stops, but you still feel his breath there. "Trust me." Is all he says and then he continues.

It feels... new. You've never felt this kind of pleasure before and you can't say it feels bad. Definitely not bad. Despite the fact he's literally licking your ass-hole, it feels good.

And then he eats you out there, his moves getting rougher and more brave now that he knows you're enjoying it. Still, he asks you if it feels good.

"Yes." you answer shamelessly, whispering at how fucked out you already feel and you haven't even came yet.

He continues, eating out your puckered hole as his hands keep your asscheeks apart, hands squeezing your flesh. That's until he suddenly enters your cunt with two fingers, mouth still on your other hole and you swear you see stars. He fucks you with his fingers while his mouth works on your hole.

"Tell me." he grunts into your flesh and you cry out, too close to the orgasm.

"I will." you cry out a promise, ass getting into the air ass Jungkook keeps you down with his other hand.

"Oh, you will."

And then he continues until the knot snaps inside you and you're cumming all over his fingers, moaning his name over and over again but you don't even realize it as you're going through your own ecstasy.

As soon as you're done, Jungkook gently pulls out his fingers and mouth off you as you drop down onto your back like a sack of potatoes. Your breathing is heavy, chest heaving as you stare at the ceiling until your eyes drop to Jungkook who watches you with a smirk.

"I hate you."

"You don't." he comments right away, licking his glistening lips.

"I can't believe you just did that."

"Did you like it?"

Did you like it? Why the hell is he asking you that? You haven't had sex for some time and your orgasms tend to be more intense the longer you go without one, but fuck, this was something new and it completely blew your mind.

"No." you tell him with an amused grin, Jungkook chuckling as he hovers over you.

You tense, only because you already feel yourself clenching. You still want him inside you but first, you need to catch a breath.

He leans down and just as he's about to kiss you, you turn your head sideways because you panic. Jungkook frowns and you feel bad for rejecting him.

"You literally made out with my ass just seconds ago."

"Yah!" Jungkook's frown deepens. "You kiss me after you suck my cock."

"But you don't shit with your cock."

Jungkook cringes, "No, I just piss with it."

"Ew," you cringe back, "I'm not giving you head again."

"You're full of shit,"

You grin, knowing he's probably right.

"You like having my cock in your mouth."

"I do?" you hum, shamelessly letting your hands brush against his big and firm chest.

When he leans down to you, you expect him to kiss you or something but his mouth brushes over earlobe. "Mhm, just as much as I love eating out your little and pretty cunt."

"Jungkook." you exclaim and he shoots you a smirk as he sits down.

"So, now spit it out." He goes straight to the topic and you sit up, cringing at the wetness between your legs as Jungkook hands you your panties that are hooked on his one finger.

You snatch it away from him and sheepishly put them on. "Do I really–"

"Yes."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter under your breath, "I told you we can't do it, so what's the point?"

"Let me have a say in that too." he offers and patiently sits back, waiting for you to continue.

"I... oh, god... I never really had–" You cut yourself off, wondering what's the best way to explain it and Jungkook cocks his brow at you.

"Never had what?"

"You know I had sex with two other people apart from you."

"Yes." he answers, sounding unsure where this is going.

"But you know... I'm responsible and safe,"

You look at Jungkook and catch the realization slowly hitting him from that one word but he still lets you continue.

"In fact it's stupid and nothing..." you chuckle nervously, "I was just wondering how sex feels like when--you know--how it feels like without a condom."

Cringing at yourself, you feel your face burning once again as Jungkook simply watches you which doesn't make things easier at all for you.

"I told you it's stupid." you huff and Jungkook finally breaks, chuckling at you.

"It's not stupid," he assures you, "You want to have raw sex?"

"Isn't that what I just said?" you grumble at him and he knows you're just embarrassed at the moment which amuses him to a certain extent.

"It feels fucking great." Jungkook answers, ignoring your previous bitter remark.

Fuck. You've never experienced it but you heard it does feel way better. The thought makes you gulp as you quickly avert your eyes to your hands as you shrug.

"But it's stupid and I'd never ask that of you. It'd be irresponsible of us to have sex without a condom."

"It would be a risk..." he nods, "But you're on birth control, right?"

Your eyes widen as you nod slowly. "Uh, yeah. But it's not 100 percent." you remind him.

"Of course, I know that. Nothing is 100 percent. The only way to avoid the risk is not to have sex at all."

"Yeah," you agree, "But you know, I'm taking pills and you wear a condom so I think we're very safe..."

He stays quiet which makes the silence even more awkward.

"But I'd never ask that of you, like I said before. We--it would be stupid of us to do that. Can you imagine if--" You shake your head but judging by Jungkook's stare, he knows where you were going with it.

"Let me think about it, yeah?" he proposes and once again, your eyes widen.

"You--you don't really consider it, right?"

"I just need to think it over, okay?"

"Kook, you don't have to... I told you--"

"You want it," he cuts you off, lips slightly twitching. "I can see it."

You simply wouldn't ask him of that just for one reason and that is, that Kiko got pregnant even though she was on birth control. If things were different, you'd allow yourself to be more irresponsible but you feel like you already are pushing a lot of buttons by hooking up with Jungkook. It's hitting too close to home and it doesn't feel right. And the fact Jungkook is willing to think it over – you've no idea what to think about it.

"I mean... I'm just curious but the sex is fine as it is. I don't want you to feel like you have to do it. I'm not sure if I want to."

You do want it. You're just not sure if it will be a wise decision. Maybe you're overthinking this whole thing but you can't risk getting pregnant by your best friend. It would definitely ruin things. Just the thought of it makes you fucking scared.

"Don't worry about it right now, okay?" He offers you a smile, standing up as he stretches his arms. "Thanks for telling me."

"It's not like you gave me a choice." you mutter and Jungkook sends you a playful glare.

"Hey, I gave you an orgasm in return and from what I've seen it was mind blowing."

"Yeah, yeah. And who's full of shit now." Standing up, you brush past him with your lips pursed as Jungkook slaps your ass, causing you to flash him a glare as you walk out of his bedroom.

Weirdly, you feel lighter than before and at the end, Jungkook knowing your secret desire isn't as awkward as you were so scared of.

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