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Aaron Hotchner x non bau rich reader. Like a part 2. Reader meets the BAU but they are impressed like reader is so rich but humble and loves Aaron and Jack so much.
The mystery woman | [A.H]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x rich fem!reader | WC: 1.1k | CW: nothing it's fluff
A/N: I loooveeeeddd working on this!!!!!
Hotch's relationship with you had always been something of a mystery to his team. While he was naturally private about his personal life, the snippets theyâd heard over time painted a picture of someone warm, grounded, and, to their surprise, immensely wealthy. It was something they hadnât expected â someone who seemed to belong to an entirely different world yet had seamlessly become a part of Hotch and Jackâs.
They never pried â Hotch would have shut that down in an instant â but curiosity lingered nonetheless. For all his long hours, endless casework, and rarely taking a day off, somehow Hotch had managed to meet someone so different from the chaotic nature of the BAU. It wasnât just your wealth that fascinated them; it was how easily you fit into his life. If anything, it only fueled their curiosity. How had someone as busy and emotionally guarded as Hotch caught someone like you?
It wasnât lost on the team that Hotch rarely spoke about you unless someone specifically asked. Even then, he was usually brief â mentioning how youâd taken Jack to the park or baked cookies for a school event. But the way his expression softened at the mention of your name hinted at something deeper, something they all could sense but couldnât quite pin down â something that hinted at a human connection he hadn't felt since Haley.
That curiosity finally found an outlet when you joined Aaron and Jack at Rossiâs dinner party.
Rossi had insisted that the whole BAU team come together, spouses included, determined to create an evening to wind down, where hopefully work could be forgotten for a while. Naturally, the team had been eager to meet you, though they hadnât dared to push Hotch for details.
Hotch had paused just long enough for the team to notice before replying, almost offhandedly, that he wasnât sure if you were coming when Rossi announced the party. Your schedule that week had been especially hectic, and he didn't want to pressure you to join if you didn't have the time. âSheâs⌠busy,â he had said, the slight hesitation in his voice giving away a faint uncertainty about whether youâd even be able to attend.
It was enough for the team to conclude: you, too, were a workaholic. Of course, you were â you had to be, considering the kind of lifestyle and responsibilities they imagined you must manage. The thought only added to their intrigue. What kind of person juggled such an overwhelming schedule yet found time to date?
But what they didnât know â what Hotch himself hadnât quite expected â was how enthusiastic you were about attending. The moment youâd heard about the dinner, you had set to work rearranging your obligations, clearing your calendar, and delegating tasks. While your schedule may have been packed, you never hesitated to prioritize moments like these.
âI wouldnât miss it,â you had told Aaron firmly, brushing aside his protest about how much effort it would take to move things around. The excitement in your voice had been unmistakable. It wasnât just about meeting his teamâit was about being there for him and Jack, stepping into a part of their world that mattered so much to them, about meeting their family, and showing how much you truly cared for them.
It was a side of you that Aaron cherished, though he rarely spoke of it to others: your ability to make time for the people you loved, no matter how busy life got. And now, as the dinner drew closer, the teamâs long-standing curiosity was about to be answered.
When you arrived, dressed impeccably but not overly flashy, the teamâs first impression was of someone who exuded elegance. The second thing they noticed â impossible to miss really â was the way Jack clung to your hand, his small fingers wrapped around yours like he never wanted to let go. His face lit up the moment you stepped through the door, his excitement bubbling over instantly.
âUncle Dave, this is Y/N!â Jack declared proudly as he tugged you forward. âSheâs the best. She makes the most awesome pancakes!â
The team exchanged amused glances, charmed by the adoration in Jackâs voice. Even Hotch, standing off to the side, looked relaxed with a rare smile on his lips as he watched the interaction.
You laughed and crouched slightly to tousle Jackâs hair. âJackâs biased,â you teased as you glanced up at Rossi. Straightening, you extended a hand to greet him with a polite, confident handshake. âBut Iâll take the compliment.â
Rossi grinned, shaking your hand firmly. âWell, anyone who can win over Jack is already a favorite in my book.â
The casual ease of the interaction left the rest of the team intrigued. While they had expected someone polished, they hadnât anticipated such genuine warmth. You seemed entirely unaffected by the fact that you were meeting a room full of highly trained profilers. Instead, you carried yourself with a natural charm that immediately put everyone at ease, making it clear that, to you, this wasnât a performance or an obligation.
And as Jack dragged you over to show you a plate of cookies Rossi had set out, the team couldnât help but exchange glances. This was someone who had Jackâs trust and admiration. If there had been any lingering doubts about what kind of person had captured Aaron Hotchnerâs heart, they were already starting to dissipate.
As the evening unfolded, the team couldnât help but admire how effortlessly you navigated the gathering. You shared stories of your philanthropic ventures but downplayed your role in running them. When asked about your background, you focused on your hobbies and interests rather than the lavish lifestyle they knew you could easily flaunt.
But what stood out most was your connection with Aaron and Jack. You werenât just present; you were integral. When Jack pulled you to sit with him, you leaned in to listen as if whatever he was saying was the most important thing in the world. And Aaron had a softness in his eyes when he looked at you.
At one point, JJ leaned toward Emily. âI donât think Iâve ever seen him this happy.â
âOr Jack this smitten,â Emily added, watching as Jack giggled uncontrollably at some joke you whispered in his ear.
Later in the evening, Spencer approached you hesitantly, curious but respectful. âI hope this isnât intrusive, but⌠how do you balance everything? Your work, your family, and, wellâŚâ He glanced at Aaron and Jack, who were chatting nearby.
You smiled, thoughtful. âItâs not always easy, but with him, itâs worth it. Jack too. They remind me that itâs not about how much you have or do â itâs about who you share it with.â
As the night ended, the team left with a newfound understanding of the person who had captured Hotch's heart. You werenât just wealthy; you were kind, and deeply in love with Aaron and Jack. And for the first time in a long time, they saw their unit chief not as their leader who had gone through so much but as a man whoâd found something extraordinary â someone extraordinary.
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A New Face (Pt.4) | Home
pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader
summary: after eight months, you and Tara are closer than ever. Her playful texts pull you away from a project, and you spend the night cuddling, reassuring her you're not going anywhere.
word count: 981
a/n: hi guys this is literally so short bc I didn't want to ruin it + I'm already working on another part for who hurt you. this can read as a oneshot by itself hence the extra title; anyways I hope u guys like it, any feedback is appreciated and I'm proud of myself for figuring out how to do this collage thing below xoxo
Itâs been 8 months since you and Tara went on your first date and started dating; since then, youâve shared countless memories, learned more about each other than you ever expected, and your bond only has deepened, making you both excited to see what the future holds together. Thereâs been a mix of growth, fun and intimate moments; and although thereâs a few challenges, thereâs always playfulness and banter in the relationship.Â
Tonight, youâre focused on finishing your project, eager to submit it at least a day before the deadline so you wonât have to rush and send in poor quality work. But then, a ping on your phone distracts you.
Tara <3
can you come over? i miss you and Iâm bored
Sent at 11.45pm
You
sorry babe, I canât. i have a project due in a few days
Sent at 11.47pm
Tara <3
guess iâll just sit in bed..alone,cold
all by myself
w nobody to cuddle with. allll alone
You
oh shut up Iâm putting my shoes on
Sent at 11.55pm
This usual banter happens often. Honestly, you didnât mind how clingy Tara is, you knew what the younger Carpenter has been through. She decided to let you know about her past after a month of dating, with what happened to her and the core four a year ago; and you comforted her with cuddles and kisses with soft whispers for being brave and having to go through all of that.
Itâs almost midnight, but the way Taraâs playful messages cut through the tranquil night, itâs hard not to smile. You know her well enough to recognize when sheâs pretending to be dramaticâand when sheâs genuinely feeling a little lonely or vulnerable.The little banter between the two of you has become a ritual, a comfort. But beneath it all, thereâs that deep understanding of each otherâs lives, pasts, and fears. You know Taraâs history, and you know sheâs been through a lot. You could never understand how anyone would willingly put her in harms way. A single glance from her could make you melt into a puddle, as if the weight of the world disappeared in the softness of her eyes, leaving you both grounded and utterly undone at the same time.
 You know that when you get to her place, all the tension in your body will melt away. As you head out, a small part of you canât help but reflect on how far youâve both come in just eight monthsâhow much youâve both grown together. Every little moment, where you can simply drop everything and be there for each other, makes all the difference.
Taraâs got a special place in your heart, and tonight, itâs all about making her feel seen, heard, and loved. For so long, the idea of "home" felt like a distant concept, something that belonged to a life you couldnât fully reclaim after your parents passed. You thought youâd never feel settled again, that kind of deep connection, the feeling of being truly seen and understood. But with Tara, itâs different. Itâs effortless, the way she makes you feel both grounded and free. Her presence fills spaces in your heart you didnât know were empty.
As you may your way to her place, a soft smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Itâs funny how simply being with her, in her space, cuddling under the blankets, or sharing small moments of laughter, feels more like home than anything else ever has. When you knock on her door, sheâs already standing there, as if she already felt your presence from a block away; wrapped in a blanket, her hair falling messily around her face, and that familiar twinkle of mischief in her eyes. âYouâre late,â she teases, her voice a soft mixture of playfulness and a hint of relief. Ever since you both got together, Taraâs been more anxious, fearing that Ghostface might pop out and take you from her. Sheâs expressed her concerns to you, and youâve made sure to constantly remind her that you arenât going anywhere. âIâm not going anywhere, Taraâ youâre stuck with me, no matter what.â Besides, you donât mind constantly texting her and sending pictures of whatever youâre up to.
âLay with me? Please?â You fold almost instantly, allowing her to pull you into her bedroom while making sure to keep quiet, since Sam is asleep. Just as you settle onto her bed beside her, Tara does her little grabby hands and you pull her against you, her legs over yours and hugged your torso, resting her head and smiling into your shoulder, inhaling your scent as she had always associated you with safety. You smiled fondly, caressing her thigh with your hand before leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead. Taraâs eyes fluttered at the gesture, and you can feel your heart soar at how adorable she is.
âI love you, so, so much. Did you know that?â You whispered close to her forehead. The warmth of your whisper sent a gentle shiver down her spine. âI know, but I donât mind hearing you say it again, and again..â You chuckled softly at her statement.
âI donât mind it either, because Iâll keep saying it; every day if I have toâ You smiled softly, the words lingering between you.
Before you could say more, she pressed her lips to yours, soft and gentleâthe familiar taste of strawberry from her lip balm making you sigh in content. The kiss was warm, comforting, like coming home. When she pulled back, her eyes fluttered open, a shy smile tugging at her corner of her lips. âI love you more,â she whispered, her breath mingling with yours.
It was safe to say that you didnât manage to finish your project anytime soon. But with Tara in your arms, you wouldnât have it any other way.
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a/n: i hope this is enough for ya'll bc i literally couldn't figure out a way to continue without it being too draggy and boring. fyi 'who hurt you' pt 2 should be coming out in 2 days hopefully idk AND idk how this taglist thing works so lmk if you'd be interested in it
taglist: @bella423
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đđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader
đđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛ : 1972. Fame, wealth, and the haunting allure of Elvis Presleyâeverything Y/N could ever want, except the one thing that really matters: a simple, normal life. Hired as the nanny for Lisa Marie Presley, Y/N is thrown into the heart of the Presley world, where she quickly becomes more than just a caretaker for Elvis's daughter. As Priscilla remains distant, Y/N steps in, offering Lisa Marie the affection and attention she craves. But itâs Elvis, cold and aloof at first, who soon becomes captivated by her. With 15 years between them, Elvis begins to blur the lines between professional and personal, showering Y/N with gifts and flirting dangerously. He may be married, but that doesn't stop him from wanting Y/N. Torn between duty and desire, Y/N must face the growing tension, knowing that giving in could shatter everything sheâs worked for. Will she resist the King of Rock and Roll, or will his love prove impossible to escape?
đđŤđ˘đ đ đđŤđŹ/đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ : Cussing, cheating, age gap (Elvis is 37, reader is 22), virgin reader, emotional manipulation. I guess that all !!
đ/đ : Hi so this is my first time writing and actually posting (and it's literally a whole fic), but I wanted to give it a try!! Let me know what you think and if I should keep writing, because I'm not sure lmao, I might change little thing in the story !! ALSO MY FIRST LANGUAGE ISN'T ENGLISH!! I'M FRENCH LOLLZ
February 15th, 1972
You stand at the base of the grand staircase, your heart pounding in your chest. The door in front of you looms like a barrier between the life youâve always known and the unknown world that lies just beyond it. The house, a sprawling mansion with gleaming white columns and intricate ironwork, feels both overwhelming and intimidating. Itâs everything youâve read about in magazines and seen on TVâthe kind of place people dream of living in but never actually do. But today, itâs not a dream. Today, itâs your reality.
Youâve always been practical, grounded by the simplicity of life. Growing up in the countryside, you never imagined youâd end up here, working for one of the most famous families in the world. But here you are, standing in front of the Presley estate, about to walk into a life so far removed from your own that it almost feels surreal.
Priscilla Presley had called you last Tuesday, saying sheâd come across your nanny advertisement in a mall, and that she needed help with Lisa Marie since Elvis would be away for a month. You had never worked for anyone like them, and the idea of leaving your quiet, small-town life was intimidating. But when Priscillaâs calm, urgent voice came over the phone, you couldnât refuse. After asking you a series of questions, she offered you the job, promising a paycheck at the end of the month of $3,700. It seemed too good to be true, but you couldn't turn it down. This was Elvis Presleyâs daughterâhow could you?
Still, that knot of nervousness twisted in your stomach. You'd been a nanny before, in your small town, but this was a whole different level.
You shift your weight, feeling the weight of the mansionâs presence. The world youâre about to step into feels much larger than you, and youâre unsure if youâll ever truly fit in. But thereâs no turning back now. Youâve been hired, and now you have to prove you can do the job. As you lift your hand to knock on the door, it opens slowly, and there he is.
Elvis Presley.
In person.
Standing before you.
Youâve seen him on TV, in movies, and on the covers of countless magazines, but nothing prepared you for the way he commands a room the moment he steps into it. His presence is magneticâpowerful, undeniable. Heâs taller than you imagined, his broad shoulders filling the doorframe, his gaze steady and intense. Thereâs something about the way he looks at youâcold, assessing, as if heâs evaluating you in the span of a single heartbeat.
âMust be Y/N,â he says, his voice low, rough, and heavy with that familiar drawl. âPriscilla told me youâd be here, she's out for the day.â
You nod, throat tight. Youâre not sure what to say. Elvis Presley doesnât feel like a real person. He feels like an idea, a legend. And yet, here he is, standing right in front of you. âYes, thatâs me,â you manage, trying to sound confident, though your heart is racing. âIâm here to look after Lisa Marie.â
His eyes flicker for just a moment, a hint of something you canât place passing through them, but then itâs gone, replaced by the same indifferent expression. âCome in,â he grunts, stepping aside to let you enter. His voice is dismissive, as if heâs done this countless times before.
You step inside, the cool air of the mansion washing over you. The grand foyer is decorated with dark wood furniture, vintage paintings on the walls, and thick, plush rugs that muffle your footsteps. The space feels like itâs frozen in time, a snapshot of another era. You feel like youâve stepped into a different world, one where wealth and fame are the rules, not the exceptions.
âHey, squirt,â Elvis calls out, his voice surprisingly soft for a moment. You turn, and Lisa Marie is standing there, staring up at you with big, innocent eyes.
âAre you the new lady?â Lisa Marie asks, her voice soft but clearly curious. She can barely form full sentences at her age, but you catch the excitement in her tone. Sheâs only four, after all.
You smile, kneeling to meet her at eye level. âYes, Iâm Y/N,â you reply gently. âIâm here to look after you.â
Lisa Marie grins widely and grabs your hand. âYay! I like you,â she says, pulling you toward the living room. You canât help but laugh, her enthusiasm melting some of your nerves.
As you follow her, Elvis lingers in the background, crossing his arms and watching you both with a detached interest. His gaze, however, is still sharp, as if heâs measuring you up, trying to figure you out.
âDonât make a mess, kid,â Elvis mutters under his breath, not even glancing at Lisa Marie. Itâs clear heâs trying to maintain some semblance of authority, but he doesnât seem particularly engaged with his daughter. Heâs just there, overseeing it all.
Lisa Marie pulls you down to the carpet, surrounded by her scattered toys. She starts showing you some of her favorites, her speech still childlike and a little jumbled. âThis is my bear. He talks,â she says, holding up a stuffed animal that looks like itâs seen better days.
âReally?â you ask, playing along. âWhat does he say?â
âHe says âI love you,ââ she replies matter-of-factly, âbut only when no oneâs looking.â She giggles softly and looks over at her father.
You glance over, and Elvis is still watching, but now his gaze is a little differentâcolder, perhaps, but you canât be sure. Heâs standing against the doorframe, arms crossed, his jaw tight as he observes you.
âDo what you gotta do, but keep it quiet,â he grumbles. âLisaâs gotta learn some focus.â
You try not to let his words bother you. Itâs clear heâs not the warmest man, and his attitude toward you seems colder with every passing moment. But youâre not here to be distracted by him. Youâre here for Lisa Marie, and thatâs all that matters.
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The afternoon sun hangs lazily in the sky, casting long shadows across Lisa's room. Lisa had finally fallen asleep around 3 PM, her small body curled into a peaceful ball on her hamburger bed, the gentle rise and fall of her chest the only sound in the otherwise still room. You smile at her for a moment, the warm feeling of accomplishment filling your chest. You had managed to calm her down after a long afternoon of playing, and now, for the first time in what felt like hours, you have a moment to yourself.
With soft steps, you turn and leave the bedroom, your fingers brushing against the cool walls of the hallway as you make your way toward the living room. You need a break, just a few minutes away from the constant responsibility of being Lisa Marieâs caretaker. But as you step into the living room, you freeze in place.
There, on the couch, is Elvis.
Heâs sitting back with his legs spread out, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Itâs barely 3:15 PM, and yet, there he is, drinking. You blink, confused by the sight. You glance at him, and his eyes flicker up from his glass, catching yours. But he doesnât say anything, his gaze simply lingering over you, as if expecting you to say something.
You donât. You donât have the courage to. After all, youâre not here to challenge him or question his choices. Youâre here to take care of Lisa. That's it.
As you take a hesitant step forward, your eyes canât help but notice something strange. Elvis is taking more than just a drink. With the glass still in his hand, he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small bottle of pills. Your heart skips a beat as he pops a few into his mouth, tossing the bottle back into his pocket without a second thought.
Your mind races. Youâre not sure what those pills are, but the way heâs handling them, so casually, it feels like something you shouldnât be witnessing. You stand there, paralyzed by the scene in front of you, unsure of what to do. You donât want to intrude, but the anxiety building in your chest makes it hard to ignore the obvious signs of something troubling happening.
You stand frozen, unsure if you should say something, or if you should just leave and pretend like you didnât see anything. But before you can make up your mind, Elvis's voice cuts through the thick air.
âWhat the hell do you want?â he growls, his tone sharp, and full of irritation. His eyes narrow at you, anger flickering behind them.
You jump back in surprise. âIâ I didnât mean to interrupt,â you stammer, your hands instinctively clasping together. âI just thought I should check on you, maybeââ
âCheck on me?â Elvis interrupts, his voice rising. He slams his glass down on the table with a loud thud, causing you to flinch. âYouâve got no damn business checking on me! Youâre here for one thing, and one thing onlyâ to take care of Lisa. And thatâs it, understand?â
His words hit you like a slap. The sharpness in his voice cuts through you, and for a moment, you canât breathe. Your mouth opens to respond, but nothing comes out. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your body trembling under the weight of his words.
âIâ I just thought I could help, but I didn't mean to see you likeââ you whisper, trying to make sense of the situation.
âHelp?â he spits, his words venomous. âYou think I need help from you? Youâre not here to âhelpâ me, darlin'. Youâre here to watch my kid, to make sure sheâs taken care of. Youâre nothing more than a stupid nanny. Nothing more!â
The insult stings like a slap in the face. You want to argue back, to stand your ground, but itâs hard when youâre this shaken. Your breath hitches in your throat as his words cut through you, each one sinking deeper and deeper. You had hoped, naively, that you could have a more personal connection with him, but now it feels like thatâs never going to happen.
Elvis stands up, towering over you, his expression twisted in anger. He steps forward, closing the distance between you. The air around you feels thick and suffocating as he grabs your arm, pulling you harshly toward the door.
âYouâre not welcome here, d'ya hear me? Get the hell out of my house!â he shouts, his grip tightening around your arm as he shoves you toward the door.
The force of his push sends a shock of fear through you. You stumble back, your eyes wide with shock. âMr.Presley, pleaseââ you begin, but he cuts you off.
âI donât want t'hear it! Iâve got no goddamn time for your pity, or your whining! Youâre just here to look after Lisaânothin' else! Now get out, before I make you leave!â Heâs shouting now, his voice seething with fury.
Tears sting at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to regain your balance, the sting of his words cutting deep. You canât believe this is happening. The man youâd been trying so hard to please all day, is now throwing you out of his house like youâre nothing. His hands are still gripping your arm, pushing you toward the door with alarming force.
âPlease, Mr.PresleyâŚâ you beg, your voice shaky, so afraid of loosing your job the first day you got it, but heâs having none of it.
âDidnât y'hear me?â he snarls, his face twisted in disgust. âYouâre just a damn servant to me! Thatâs all you are. So get out of my damn house before I call security to throw you out!â
Your chest is tight with emotion as he shoves you toward the front door. You donât have the strength to fight him. The tears youâve been holding back fall freely now, but thereâs no use. He doesnât care.
With one last, hard push, he opens the door and practically forces you outside, slamming it shut behind you with a finality that echoes through the empty hallway.
You stand there on the doorstep, your body trembling. Your hands are shaking as you wipe your tears away, but it does nothing to stop the flood of emotions pouring out of you. How did things get so bad? Why did Elvis, the person you tried so hard to help, turn on you so cruelly?
Your mind is a mess of confusion and hurt. You had only wanted to be kind, to make things easier for Lisa, but instead, youâre treated like garbage. You had hoped that maybe, just maybe, Elvis would see the real you, see that you were trying to help him, too. But now, all you are is a nuisance in his eyes.
Hesitating for a moment, you turn and walk down the front steps. Every part of you is screaming to go back inside, to make things right, but deep down, you know itâs not going to happen. Not today. Not after the way he treated you.
You have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but as you walk away from the house, you wonder if itâs worth coming back at all.
to be continued...
#elvisaaronpresley#elvis the pelvis#elvis presley#elvis presley x reader#elvis x reader#elvis photos#elvis the king#elvis fans#elvis presley x y/n#elvis presley x you#fanfic
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Arcane S2 spoilers
So funny how I'm cycling between depression and happiness w act 3 because on one hand I'm replaying the saddest deaths like Isha, Vander forgetting and Jinx (I believe Isha and Jinx are alive but Vander forgetting HITS LIKE A ROCK) and on the other I'm replaying caitvi scene đ
I can't put into words how good arcane makes you feel emotions, IT'S ART.
I liked the ending, with my headcanons ofc but that's the thing, they imply shit and leave it open.
In my head, jinx and Isha survived since no bodies were shown (though Isha has more chance not to but I choose happiness) and like Jinx survived FOR SURE because it's so implied !!!
I didn't get it at first but after letting the ending marinate in my mind and hearing others opinions it's clear, she lives.
Also the caitvi sex scene is so cute đ I'm not one to enjoy sex scenes but this scene gets a pass because it was very well portrayed đŚ
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Oh and Vi looking sad at the ending could be bc of the loss of Vander/Warwick + Ekko burning a paper could be for Heimerdinger. Jinx lives !!
ALSO NOT ENOUGH IS SAID ABT HOW COOL MY BOY EKKO IS. HIS SCENES ARE ALWAYS SO COOL !!! The fighting w Viktor's army and using the time machine to get second chances and when almost losing risking by going over the limit and breaking Viktor's mask so he can truly see what Jayce wants him to see, UGHHH !!!!
Those who didn't like the ending that's okay but c'mon now, the death threats aren't necessary đđđ
#arcane#arcane season 2#arcane s2#vi arcane#caitlyn kiramman#jinx arcane#vander arcane#warwick#isha arcane#ekko arcane#viktor arcane#jayce arcane
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Eli smirked and chewed his bottom lip. "Tell you what, once we get home and after we say goodnight, we'll sneak peek one thing off our list," the list in question was the things they hadn't done in months. Sure, this time they'd have to get creative with her protruding belly but a challenge he knew they'd excel at. "I am too not gonna lie. At least it'll give us some time and her some time to see what it's like to have a sibling like best friend. I honestly can't believe we're all having girls first. I thought since Aaron had brothers that that track record would continue." His laughter rang out as he knew that would catch her attention. "First off, when you're out of the shower and you let your hair air dry but it starts getting curly," that sight always had him staring. There was something so sexy about her hair like that. "Then, it's when you introduce yourself at work. The sexiest one of all is truly when you steal, er...borrow my sweatshirts that you never give back."
He smiled as his lips were still close to her fingertips. "So you're saying you want me to walk slower like a snail? Would that be better?" Eli couldn't help but joke since if she asked he'd do anything she asked. "I'm not sure but wouldn't that be a federal crime if they touched?"
He cringed knowing how right she was. "Poor ten babies being nameless. They'd just be baby numbers at that point. Like what's that show juju was obsessed with, oh right, Umbrella Academy. Wasn't there a kid named Seven?" Just because he wasn't really watching didn't mean he hadn't paid attention when the girls took over the TV. "I don't know. We shall see after we get our first out. But I do think there's less pressure after the first since you're a little more confident. And that was on my sleep deprived self when I came up with Rosebud. Soon as we knew it was a girl that nickname just clicked."
"She's already on our side." The proud smile spread over his features as the thought of their girl became more of a reality. "I can't believe she'll come meet us in a little under 4 weeks. That's insane to me." The Phillips under one roof was insanity but in the same place that was a dream. "It will get chaotic but it'll be so much fun. We'd put them to work the night shift with Rosebud." Laurel brought up a good point. "You know what, that's a good point. We need to take her to the cabin in Chicago. I feel like you can't go anymore but maybe we can go to that indoor Christmas festival. Something to get us out of the house." He watched her get up and was ready to render aid as he got up after her. Taking her hand was the normal and interlocked it. "Hmm I don't know. I may say debatable if he's still thinking I hate him."
They moved through the crowds easily until they found his siblings. "You guys ready to go?"
Laurel's smirk couldn't be contained, his raised eyebrows inviting her to make a move. She understood what he was communicating, and she wanted nothing more than to oblige. Humming in thought, she answered. "Oh, but it is up to you my love. I'll misbehave as often as you'd like me to." Tiny best friends. Laurel was giddy, just thinking of their girls spending time together from day one. "Tiny best friends growing up together, I'm very excited." She had always felt so grateful for her friendship with Juju - the love and care they shared for each other. Their daughter would be immensely lucky to find that in a friend so early in life. "Really?" Now, he was intriguing her. "If not the badge, what else would make me a sexy rebel?"
She loved telling him just how attractive he was, it was something she had never shied away from. From the start, she loved giving him details. The many different reasons he caught her attention. A small laugh fell from her lips when he kissed her fingertips. Softly tracing his face was Laurel's happy place. An amused sigh followed, shaking her head. "Hm, I do try, but I can only waddle so fast. I just can't get to that door fast enough. I just hope they enjoy the sight of you. They can look, but they can't touch." And, even that was already pushing it for her. "I'll happily be biased my whole life."
Her laughter vibrated against her lips, nodding in agreement with him. Being unconventional was definitely very reminiscent of them, but it was also one more thing that she loved about them. "Eight or ten, oh my goodness - can you imagine that? They'd be nameless forever. Or, do you think it gets easier after our first? It is a special one, and I love that she can keep the nickname you gave her." Laurel's smile was wide upon hearing their girl's name once again, it felt more real each time. Her hand reached over and rested it right over his. "I think that's a yes babe, I'm glad baby Rosaline has confidence in us taking them on."
"All the Phillips in one place, I don't know if I'm ready," she teased, her hand now moving to caress the back of his neck. Just to give herself something to do. "Long distance with her aunts would be tough, going all the way out to Chicago. Though, who knows, maybe she'd love the snow. Early night works for me, I'm dreaming of our bed already." The fluffed up pillow and their blanket. She took the last bite of her churro before crumbling the napkin in her hand, "yup I'm all ready." It took her an extra minute to stand up, using the arm rest for support. "Let's go see them," taking his hand and locking their fingers together. "Maybe Isa finally cracked a smile."
#carmichael thorn | âŞď¸ orphan au âŞď¸ |#đĽşđĽşđĽş thank you though for being patient#lally cloud is fluffy đ but also look at him teasing#juju being obsessed with umbrella academy GEE we wonder why đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤
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interesting that some ppl think that osha going dark side was too fast or didn't make sense when i thought it was pretty clear she was heading that direction from episode one đ
#ah well#holly talks bs#the acolyte#the acolyte spoilers#yes she had a lot of faith in the jedi and what they represent#but her whole hang up is that she Failed at Being A Jedi#specifically because she can't let go of her anger and grief and fear they show and talk about this several times#even in ep3 young osha is afraid and also yearning for more out of her life#she attaches that yearning to the jedi obvs because they immediately represent freedom and adventure to her#and then she fails at jedi'ing because that's not what being a jedi is about and also she can't control her emotions only repress#and then the catalyst for allllll that breaking open is sol's betrayal and realising that all her resentment and anger at mae was misplaced#and then she goes with qimir because he is freedom that's the thesis statement of his character so far#and that's the thing she's always truly wanted and this is the first time since she was eight she's able to fully self actualise#and excercise her agency fully#because even tho she DID want to be a jedi sol and co ultimately prevented her for actually making that choice!#just my thoughts i thought the throughline of her character (and mae's!) was pretty well laid out and then realised in the finale imo
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like why did they change where Vegeta was when Cell announced the cell games in the anime
why did they make this vegeta starting shit with yamcha instead of chillin in the lab with his family? why did they take Bulma out of the lab? Why'd they say she was Out while Dr Brief was repairing 16? Why did they change Bulma working on advanced robotics to running in late with her baby?
it's the same scene except: - Bulma's actively at work being a scientist - Vegeta's not being rude to her (or anyone else!) - Vegeta waits for Trunks instead of leaving the room - Cell interrupted the airwaves, which means Trunks and Vegeta were just hanging out with Bulma and Dr B while they were working
Those are all Great Character Details!! That the anime rails against!!
#these cowards afraid of showing Vegeta actively choosing to be around his wife and child even when he's Bad#Because Goku who is Good never ever even once makes that choice onscreen outside of filler#and then they justify that choice by making Chi-Chi seem horrid and unreasonable for (checks notes) Not Wanting Her Child to Die#anyway I am once again being bitter about anime vs manga klasjdklasd#I can't believe I let the anime convince me I hated Goku man Goku's SUCH a good and ridiculous character in the manga#the anime just SUCKS at letting him be who he's always been#and has to reframe and recontextualize and reword everything he does so that it seems like he's Actually Quite Mature and Thoughtful nO#THAT's VEGETA YOU COWARDS#also the fact that bulma said she wouldn't live with him at the beginning of this arc to him casually hanging out with her and trunks#after cell beat his ass and humbled him is REALLY GOOD SUBTEXT for their shared relationship having improved without showing it#it's great subtext for all three of them and toei just went 'nah' and decided to make it a whole group shot so ...? Master Roshi could sit#and explain how ??? Tournaments Work??? Just so Cell could log on and also explain how tournaments work?? God it's been so long#since I've watched the anime and now when I do it just makes me mad aklsdjskja the manga is SOOOOO much better#there are some spots where the pacing is more ideal in the anime like goku turning ssj for the first time but like man. everything else is.#like why are you making Goku snarky with Vegeta dude his clapbacks are SO much funnier when they're just Tactless Honesty#like Vegeta's not insulted by Snark bitch he grew up in the Freeza force that man was raised by THE bitchiest drag queens#Vegeta's insulted by someone saying something deeply and insultingly True to his face as if it's the fucking weather#Goku in the anime is like 'a battle of wits hoho' but Goku's purity is part of the joke he's not snippy he's just got no social etiquette#He's just honest! He's not trying to be insulting. That's what MAKES it insulting! That's the WHOLE GAG of why Vegeta can't stand him#Goku is always just telling the truth and it's always the rudest shit Vegeta's ever heard in his life#'it's a sunny day! i'm way stronger than you! see you out there bud!' 10000% Genuinely Friendly. Golden Retriever-Ass Pure.#Infuriating. Hilarious.#anyway I looked at anime clips to make sure I remembered things right and that was a mistake#as someone who has a soft spot for it and grew up on it -- compared to the manga it's bad and it's always been bad#and toriyama was right to be disinterested in watching it jesus christ they BUTCHERED his work#anyway this has been another shot of haterade with sketches thank you for scrolling my rambletags askljdask#dbtag#i just truly can't get over how they make Vegeta call her 'woman' in the anime and he literally only ever calls her Bulma in the manga#except for on namek when he refers to her as 'the/that woman' because she is a complete stranger#why is he calling her woman like he's a 1940s american husband and not an extraterrestrial from a deeply advanced society toei
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So I know, I know, we all hate it when people add comments and especially lengthy ones to posts that are no openly encouraging them. Nevertheless, I'm gonna do so in this particular case because the novel that I was writing in the tags just got too too long and I was frighteningly close to the tag limit.
The things that would fix Esteban Flores are (in roughly this order)
A found family (preferably one totally divorced from connections to his bio family) and/or a small child to take care of.
A heartfelt apology from his biological family (definitely Luisa, probably Elena, and maybe Francisco as well).
A hug x1000
Being shaken
Enough sleep
But most especially the first two.
Esteban's issues stem from being made to feel like an afterthought and/or an obligation to his family of origin. In his mind, he was not chosen or wanted. He was liked, loved even--but he was loved because he was familia--not because he was Esteban. He was not enough in and of himself, especially not when compared to Elena.
Do you know why he continued to tend the cacao trees during the Dark Times? Yes, it was out of love for his family, but I think there's a bit more to it than that. His abuela shared something private and meaningful (i.e. how to take care of the cacao trees) with him that she didn't also share with Elena. He was welcomed into Luisa's world--if only for a moment. This was his, the rare thing that he didn't have to sacrifice to or share with Elena. No one could take this away from him--the moment of feeling seen and chosen. Not even the fact that this moment was very very much an anomaly and the rest of his youth (and his adulthood) consisted of him being shoved into the corner of some family portraits and left out of others entirely---and no one noticing this for years.
In "Something I Would Never Do," Esteban outright states "Years ago/ I did not know/Just how much they cared for me." He's just now realizing after 40+ years that his family just might love him (50+ years if you go back to when Esteban moved into palace); he's genuinely surprised about it and terrified that he's going to fuck it all up. Yes, Esteban has atrocious self-esteem, but these impressions did not come from nothing. Even now, his family keeps him largely at arm's length. He doesn't appear (or isn't even mentioned) in the two family vacation episodes, suggesting he was left behind. His Navidad plans (the ones he has been dreaming of , all alone for 41 years!) are rejected outright by Luisa, and no one even bothers to ask what the Dark Times were like or how he is coping. Everything has changed and yet nothing has changed. He's there, sometimes he is shown attention and affection, but he's still made to feel that he's not really a part of the family in the same way the others were.
All this is pretty bad in and of itself, but it's made worse by the fact that he's not getting his emotional needs fulfilled from outside the family any more than he is within it. As far as we can tell, Esteban's only real friends as a child were Elena and Victor. (Maybe Felicia as well, but she was far more Elena's friend than his). And neither Victor nor Elena could give Esteban what he needed: the feeling of being liked and chosen for himself and that alone.
Elena is family--the same family has made Esteban feel like an afterthought and obligation, merely liked at best and tolerated at worst. But that's oversimplifying things. Elena is also the impossible gold standard that Esteban will always be measuring himself against. (And it's especially galling that she was 1-2 years younger than him, and he was still nowhere near her level). She's the favorite (and Luisa is not subtle about hiding that fact), the priority, the important one. She's the one who has always been and will always be secure in power and confidence and their familia's love--the exact opposite of Esteban.
Victor, meanwhile, was a horrible influence on Esteban, and not just where Shuriki was concerned. His selfishness rubbed off on his amigo, and his competitiveness and callousness brought out every one of Esteban's insecurities and worst tendencies. It's also very strongly implied that their friendship (at least on Victor's side) was rooted in how 'useful' Esteban was. Through El Segundo, Victor got closer to power/the crown and also found someone that he could feel "superior" to. Someone that Victor could consistently beat at races, so that he could feel like a winner. Someone who wouldn't tell Victor to go to hell if he subjected unflattering nicknames upon.
So yeah, Esteban's childhood primary source of affection/attention outside his family were two people who exacerbated Esteban's already huge inferiority complex. One of whom was part of said family that enabled said inferiority complex in the first place, and the other of whom is wrapped up in the event that caused Esteban to lose his family as well.
And then, Elena was trapped in the amulet and Victor was banished from Avalor, and Esteban was without anyone at all for 41 years. His primary source of attention and affection during this time was the woman who conquered his kingdom and took away his family. Someone who had preyed upon his vulnerabilities from the very start and who kept him alive only so long as he remains obedient and "useful" to her. There's nothing even remotely close to equal or mutual about this dynamic, and Shuriki did even more damage on Esteban's already battered psyche than all of the others combined and multiplied by ten.
Even after Shuriki is gone, Esteban still doesn't have anyone in his life that voluntarily chose to be in his life. His entire social circle is comprised of people that he knows through his family and/or his role as chancellor (and later his magical abilities). There's Naomi, except there isn't, because their dynamic is rooted exclusively in their shared devotion to Elena and their roles on the Grand Council (which is also directly tied to Elena).
Similarly, DoĂąa Paloma interacts with Esteban almost exclusively in reference to his role as Chancellor. Would she give him the time of day if he had no political power or influence?. Doubtful, especially as she seems to really dislike him most of the time. There's a bit more potential for a genuine friendship to develop with Julio or Professor Mendoza, but again, these connections were formed through Esteban's job and we don't really see any interactions that aren't in service to that.
Higgins is explicitly Esteban's employee and given how insensitive he can be to Esteban, it seems unlikely that he has any real non-professional loyalty or affection to him. Same with Armando, except things do seem to a bit more cordial between them.
Esteban seems to have a good rapport with Avalor's allies, especially Toshi and Shoji, but these are unlikely to be anything more than friendly diplomatic connections and ones separated by distance.
So yeah, my boy literally does not interact with a single character on the show without at least one of them doing so out of obligation/duty/job requirement and/or ulterior motive. Fifty years later and almost nothing has changed, Esteban still has nothing and no one to call his own.
#esteban flores#elena of avalor#honestly it pisses me off that esteban never met chloe and barely interacted w/ valentina#because he has a lot in common with them#(and yeah it's not exactly ideal since these friendships too would be connected to job and family)#but still...there are things about chloe and valentina that elena just can't fully understand but esteban can#elena does not know what it feels like to grow up in elena castillo flores' shadow; but esteban DOES and valentina is doing it right now#unlike chloe and esteban; elena has always been popular and made friends easily; she doesn't know how hard it can be#how it can feel like you're doing everything wrong or even if you're doing everything right and its still not working out the way you want#and second-guessing whether people only want to spend time w/ you because you are royal and therefore useful#and elena's friends genuinely like her for her--and not her role#there's a whole dang AU episode in which she and the amigos find and choose each other w/o her having been the princess#whereas with chloe (pre-maliga at least) and esteban; there's always gonna be that doubt that elena never had.#'do you like me for me or for what I can give you? will you still like me when i inevitably disappoint you?'#reason no.1000 that elena of avalor should've gotten an s4: so esteban could make an actual friend and/or get an s.o.#preferably one who has no idea at first of who he is and who he's connected to#so that esteban knows that he himself is what the friend/lover finds interesting and not his power/connection#i mean don't get me wrong; i am still gonna ship him with elena and victor and naomi but can't help but feel like he deserves better#doĂąa paloma is my notp and while i've seen him shipped with chatana and prof mendoza before and like it well enough#there's almost nothing in canon to work with#maybe one of the agama brothers? but we see so little of them tbh#i'm guessing that this is why he gets shipped with OCs so often#the 'right' partner with whom he could have a truly healthy; healing and sustaining relationship doesn't exist in canon#and all the most interesting esteban ships aren't necessarily healthy#since they are with people who either have already fucked esteban up or who aren't interested/qualified in helping him heal#am intrigued by esteban/ivy tho so i may have to rewatch stf soonish and evaluate further
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CAN YOU PLEASE, PLEASE ON MY KNEES WRITE ABOUT BITCHY!READER X RAFE AND IT'S SMUT?? I FEEL LIKE YOU'LL DO IT JUSTICE!!! thank you
you literally read my mind because i was just thinking of this prompt that works so well with bitchy!reader!! hope you'll enjoy <3 (if itâs bad, look away!!)
WHATEVER SHE WANTS | Rafe Cameron
MASTERLIST (Blurb) | x Bitchy!Kook!Female Reader
Content â 18+, power/dominance play, p in v, doggy style, orgasm denial, and dirty talks
Word Count â 2.2K
lÄąllÄąlÄą Whatever She Wants by Bryson Tiller
You always wanted Rafe.
It's your right. Since you were a child, you demanded the best in everythingâtoys, clothes, boyfriends. They had to be perfect. Had to be yours. And yes, it may come off a little superficial but who cares? It's what you deserve, and it'll be hell if you don't get it.
Since the first look, when you caught Rafe lounging on a chair with his friends, tipping the rim of his beer onto his lips, while his eyes scanned over the room in an attractive lazy way, you knew you had to have him. It didn't help that you were competitive, and Rafe garnered attention with women. They flocked to him and begged for a minute of his time. It became a game to you, and that heightened your need.
Everything was calculated. The makeup you wore, the outfits you curated, the glances. You always timed your arrivalsâwhen you knew Rafe would be watching the doorâand marked your exits. You knew exactly what to wearâdresses that tantalizing exposes your ass, but only as a previewâand the cosmetic style he liked. Rafe's the type of man who believes he wants a bare-faced woman, but truly, he wants something natural that enhances your features.
You came with friends. You left alone. You drank enough to loosen your nerves and danced with the crowd, but not enough to make a fool of yourself. You knew your tolerance and knew Rafe didn't like a messy girl.
At least, in public.
You caught his gaze a couple of times, flashing a flirtatious smile over your shoulders, but never lingered longer than three seconds. Rafe can't know how easy he can have you, because Rafe, like most boys, loves a chase. You're not easy, you're spoiled. He had to come to you.
And he did.
Rafe tried to introduce himself on several occasions. On those nights when you're leaving earlyâas plannedâRafe would cut to the door to pay a parting remark. "You're leaving so soon?" he would ask, "Alone? Again?" He would add. You always told him it was because no one caught your eye, and Rafe took that as a personal challenge. He would then try to tell you his name, as if he were different, to which you nodâdetachedâas if it didn't matter.
It drove him insane.
Because you didn't offer the same courtesy. You kept him guessing. He had to finally ask around to learn your name, which he would use to tease you the next time he saw you. And he did. And you laughed. But you acted like you didn't care. Like all the trouble he went through didn't prove a thing. That's when Rafe knew he needed you.
Tonight's no different. Just as you're about to leave, Rafe catches you with another smooth pick-up line. You just giggle. He studies how your eyes crinkle with amusement, the curve of your lips painted in his favorite shade of lipstick, and the lithe tilt of your head to the side as you ask him with your gaze, is that the best you got?
It isn't. But Rafe's determined to get further with you tonight. He continues to talk, asking about which men disappointed you and the reasons for your constant disappearances from these parties. And, for once, you're answering his questions with little resistance. Perhaps, it's because of the amount of cheap wines you consumed, or maybe youâfor onceâare tired of the games and want it to come to a fruitful end. Because when Rafe finally asks to take you home, you don't say no.
The walk to his truck is brisk. His arm wrapped around your waist, directing your path, while his fingers trail over the backless cut of your dress, producing a buzzing feeling beneath your skin. He's whispering something in your ear, but all of it is incomprehensible as you revel in the feeling of his touch and his touch alone. The feeling of your game coming to a conclusion.
And, just as you're about to reach the car, Rafe slams you into the side of the vehicle with a searing kiss.
His mouth catches yours and everything feels perfect. As if the buildup leading to this precise moment had been worth it, and every needy emotion rises to the top. His hand travels down the length of your body, to your hips, pulling you closer, and needing to eliminate all the space and wait you made him do.
Rafe's movements are swift and controlled. One of his hands props open the backdoor of his car, pushing you inside, and laying you against his leather seats. All without breaking the kiss.
"You don't know how long I wanted this, wanted you," Rafe blubbers between wet kisses. "Seeing you at every party, in these tiny dresses, not being able to touch," he rasps, bundling the hem of your dress into a tight fist. "Tell me you wear them for me."
"And if I did?" You say with a moan, tipping your head back to grant him access to your neck. "Did you like them?"
"Of course I did," he murmurs against the curve of your neck, the vibration of his words sending heat straight to your core. "You dressing up for me like my own perfect doll."
You want to retort that it's him who's in the palm of your hand, but Rafe sucks on a sensitive spot, causing your eyes to roll back and a whimper to escape your lips instead. He grabs your wrists with one hand, throwing them over his shoulder as he pulls you flush against his chest.
"So pretty, so fucking untouchable," Rafe kisses down the length of your throat, his fingers collecting the spaghetti straps of your dress before sliding it down the slope of your shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you so good."
His words snap you out of your haze. And while Rafe continues to expose more of your body, lamenting each reveal of flesh with a kiss, you withdraw enough to grab his attention.
"You're not fucking me in a car."
"What?" Rafe breaths, unable to snap out of the trace you had him in. Delirious with want, his mind warped around the idea of you being so close to attainable, that all rational manners left his system. He tries to kiss you again, to resume the moment, but you pull enough to send him a deadly glare, pouty and spoiled.
"Rafe, take me somewhere nice or we're not fucking at all."
He can't believe what he's hearing. He can't believe he's contemplating it. But Rafe doesn't understand that you have it all planned out to result in a perfect moment. You won't let it be disrupted just because Rafe can't drive the extra mile to take you somewhere nice. You'd rather leave him with blue balls.
"Are you serious?" He asks slowly, his eyes drawn to your swollen lips, the little pout, and the desperation to have them back on his. Sure, Rafe's had girls who wanted something more than a casual fling. He had them ask him for a better spot, but he never obliged. He never cared. But you're different. He wants you, and it's been a hell of a chase to get you here. He'll be damned if he lets it slip away because of a pretentious standard.
"Does it look like I'm joking?" You cross your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts further up. He nearly groans at the sight. "We're not having sex here."
"The nearest place has to be at least a fifteen-minute drive," Rafe argues. And it makes you upset, brows pinched together. "We can justâ"
"I don't care," you snap. "Take me somewhere nice or I'm leaving."
You're serious. He sees it on your face. Rafe can't risk that, despite wanting to protest, because he knows he if he messes this up, he won't have another chance. Swearing under his breath, he drags himself out of the backseat and into the driver's side, pulling the car out of the parking lot.
Dangerously, Rafe speeds down the road, while you're sitting in the backseat with a self-satisfied demeanor, fixing your makeup through the rearview mirror. Occasionally, Rafe spares a glance through the same reflection, connecting with your gaze, and while there's subtle bitterness coiled in his chest, he recognizes the bigger prize at hand.
And what he can do with it.
Because, despite your bratty attitude, Rafe is a person who wants control. You want perfection. You two can have both.
That's how you find yourself in a newly-booked penthouse suite at one of the bougie hotels in Kildare, your head digging into the soft comforter of the bed, your ass in the air, as Rafe drills into you from behind.
When you reached the room, everything moved frantically. Rafe slammed you against the nearest wall to kiss you againâneeding your lips, needing your tasteâwhile his hands roamed over your dress and pulled down your cleavage, revealing your tits. Your hands wandered down his pants, unbuttoning them hurriedly, needily, and he assisted you by pulling them off alongside his boxers. His cock was big, slightly red with a pearly bead of pre-cum that rolls off the tip. And you could tell by the look on Rafe's face that he wanted you to suck it.
But you told him, "I don't do blowjobs."
So fucking pretentious.
It didn't matter. He hauled you over to the king-sized bed and pushed you onto the mattress. You landed with a soft thump, while Rafe hauled you up to your ass, pushing up your dress, until it became nothing but a bundle around your waist. His movements were urgent, and he wantedâno, neededâto be inside you because a bratty girl was going to be a great fuck.
And he was right.
You're perfect. The way you wrap around him, the way he sinks inside you. He doesn't know if it's because of the delirium of wanting you so desperately, of chasing you for so longâbut he never had better pussy. And it doesn't help that your moans are sweet, breathy, and loudâbegging him to go faster.
"Such a pretentious brat," Rafe grabs your throat, hauling you upwards till your spine rest on his chest, airway constricted by his harsh grip. "Making me wait this fucking long."
"RâRafe," you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the way he's angling his cock deep into your cervix, bullying the sensitive spot over and over again until you're seeing stars.
"Had to get the princess treatment, did you?" He murmurs hotly into your ear, nibbling a spot on your neck as you rest the back of your head on his shoulder. His thrusts grow more erratic. "Had to make me earn you, didn't you?"
"You weren't going to fuck me in a car," you persist, and despite how cockdrunk you became, and how much of an attitude you're willing to sacrifice to feel good, you were still adamant about receiving what you deemed enough. He respected that. "I'm not one of your whores."
"But I'm fucking you like my own personal slut. Is that any better?" He bites the lobe of your ear, and his other hand wanders up to grab a handful of your breast, squeezing the fat before rolling your perked nipple between his fingers. You moan louder. "What does that make you?"
You can't seem to answer him, can't seem to find your senses. The words Rafe uses are vulgar, but thereâs still no regrets about this entire thing. Rafe wanted you so badly, that he was willing to spend hundreds of dollars on a hotel he probably won't even stay the night in. All because you demanded it.
You win.
"Shut up," you stammer, your stomach tightening. "Shut up and just fuck me, Rafe."
Rafe grins. The hand playing with your tits slips between your thighs to assist, finding your clit easily as he rubs it with his thumb in sync with his thrusts. Breathy moans escape you as you arch into his palm, while he pistons deeper inside of you, bottoming out.
"You sound so pretty, doll," Rafe murmurs against your heated skin, "Come on, take my fucking cock."
Everythingâs so dirty. The way he handles you, the way your wetness drips down your thighs, the way his words breathe onto your skin and tighten your core. But you love it. You do, but you're not willing to give in so easily. No matter how good it feels. No matter how much he feels like a prize.
"You don't deserve me." You whisper with a mewl, body tightening with the familiar wave of your undoing.
Yet, Rafe merely grins.
"But you're sucking in my cock like you need me," Rafe taunts, pleasure coursing through his body at the way your walls grip him in a vice. The way your words spark challenge and invitation. He knows, despite your spoiled attitude and pretentious demands, he'll do anything to get another chance like this. "Now, behave like a good girl or you're not coming tonight."
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n a s t y d o g I logan howlett x fem!mutant!reader
One-shot A/N: I've never felt this way about a fictional character before. Every gif I see of him has me gnawing and biting at the bars of my enclosure. I want to bite him. If Hugh Jackman ever discovered what thoughts lurk inside my rotted brain about him he'd get a restraining order. This isn't OKAY Anyways... Summary: You'd thought you'd had a good thing going with Logan. You weren't officially anything to each other, but you were getting close. You truly saw a future with him, but he made it incredibly clear he did not feel the same 18+ HATE FUCKING (MDNI)
(one chance please, just one chance with him)
âAre you sure this isnât totally clingy girlfriend of me?â
Ororo gives you an irritated look and Jean laughs. âNot at all, Scott loves it when I surprise him like this.â Youâre all huddled in your room, each of you in varying stages of getting ready. Jean is finishing off her eyeliner at your vanity, Ororo is putting on her boots, and youâre trying to decide between a skirt and a dress.Â
Youâre not entirely sure how, or why, Logan and Scott decided to go to the bar together tonight. You suspect it has something to do with Jean. She wants them to start getting along so thereâs less friction when youâre all around each other.Â
At Jeanâs idea, Logan had muttered, âWhen hell freezes over,â in your ear before he had left for the night. Youâd gotten a little antsy without him to entertain you and had mistakenly blurted out the idea of going to visit them. Ororo had been dying to get out of the house and Jean was a little worried about her boyfriend as well. Theyâd agreed to go along with you and youâve felt a weight in your stomach ever since.Â
Your relationship with Logan was relatively new. Hell, a month ago youâd thought heâd hated you the same he did Scott. Youâd, of course, been proven wrong when youâd had a few drinks with him and things had taken a very physical turn.Â
You werenât sure if heâd just wanted a one-night stand or something serious. But when youâd tried to sneak out the next morning and heâd muttered a grumpy, âWhereâre you going?â Youâd gotten your answer.Â
You hadnât been on any real dates, there didnât ever seem to be time for them. But you spent most of your days together. Sometimes just silently enjoying each otherâs company, other times you would be holed up in one of your rooms cuddling. The thought always brings a stupid lovesick grin to your face.Â
Itâs one of your first real relationships and youâre worried that things are moving a little too fast. At least on your end. You can already tell that youâre falling for him. Headfirst into the deep end of love. And itâs terrifying because you truly cannot tell what he thinks about you. Clearly, he likes you. If he didnât, he wouldnât let you follow him around like a lost puppy.Â
But heâs never truly said anything to you. Thereâs no official label as to what you two are. You say girlfriend off-handly and you usually donât mean it when you reference yourself. Youâve never outright said heâs your boyfriend and heâs never really claimed you. Heâs made it explicitly clear he doesnât want you sleeping with other men, and youâve said the same to him about women. You both agreed on that, butâŚ
You kind of drive yourself crazy trying to figure this out. Heâs not vocal about his feelings and everythingâs still new so you donât like pressuring him. You also worry that if you push him too far heâll just get tired of you and move on. Itâs not fair to assume that of him, and you know everything would be better if you just talked to him. But youâre scared. Youâre scared the conversation will take the wrong direction and everything will blow up in your face.Â
Jean calls your name and your head shoots up to see both Ororo and Jean looking at you expectantly. You flush when you realize they must have been talking to you and youâd just completely zoned out thinking about Logan.Â
âHuh?â You blurt out, cringing at how dumb you sound.Â
Jean gives you a concerned look, âI can practically taste your anxiety.â The telepath frowns and offers you a comforting smile. âDonât worry about it, I promise, Logan wonât mind at all.â
âYouâre fine,â Ororo adds, because clearly the look on your face screams, I need constant validation. Theyâre not wrong, but still, you hate feeling like an exposed bundle of nerves. âThink of it as girlâs night, the boys just happen to be there.âÂ
You force a smile on your face and give your most enthusiastic nod. You change into the dress and finish up with your hair. You finally start chatting with them again, engaging so it might disguise just how nervous you feel.Â
Thereâs this clenching feeling, traveling from your stomach up to your chest. It makes you sick, makes you hurt. And itâs not because you think Logan will be upset with you for crashing. Heâd be relieved, if anything. Thereâs something else. Premonition isnât one of your abilities, but youâre seriously starting to doubt that now.Â
The bar is loud when you walk in. The soles of your shoes immediately start to stick to the floor and your nose screws up in disgust at the loud laughter coming from around the pool tables. You glance around, trying to see if you can spot Logan.Â
Youâd say you could spot him in any crowd. But has a propensity to hunker down and try to attract as little attention as possible so people donât bother him. âThere he is,â Jean taps your shoulders and points to the two men at the end of the bar.Â
Like youâd thought, Logan is hunched over his whiskey, glowering down at the wood under him like it had insulted him. You almost want to laugh at the sight. Some of the earlier anxiety eases its grip on you and you feel your shoulders begin to untense.Â
Before you can walk over Ororo grabs Jeanâs wrist. âGotta go to the bathroom,â she tugs Jean behind her.Â
Jean looks over her shoulder at you and smiles encouragingly, âGo to them, weâll catch up in a second.â You give her a tentative nod and slip through the crowd. There are more people here than you thought there would be.Â
Youâre happy not to spot any kids in the crowd. Youâve had a few too many nights out crashed by kids who thought they were good at sneaking out.Â
Itâs easy enough not to spot you or the other women in the crowd. Mutants have gotten good at blending in with the people around them. Makes it easier to get around. Itâs probably why neither Logan nor Scott stop their conversation as you approach. âSo,â Scott draws the word out, fingers tapping against the glass of his beer.Â
âDonât,â Logan warns. You want to laugh at his grumpy demeanor, but someoneâs accidentally elbowed you and you find yourself stumbling a few steps back. Itâs taking entirely too long to get to them, the bar isnât even that big. Thereâs just that many people here.Â
Scott ignores him and rolls his eyes. âLook, weâre stuck here for a while. Try and pull that stick out of your ass.â
âHow about I put one in yours?â Loganâs claws come out slightly. But then they both share an odd look and Scott smirks. âShut the fuck up,â Logan grouses, ânot like that.â
âRight,â Scott huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. He picks up his bottle and takes a long drink. Youâve nearly reached them now. You stop, though, when you hear Scott say your name. You shouldnât, you really shouldnât. Eavesdropping now is just asking to get hurt.Â
You drop back into the crowd, hoping the smells of others will stop Logan from discovering you lurking behind them both. Scott continues, âHowâs that going?â
You crane your neck forward, trying to hear them better over the karaoke happening behind you. Someone is butchering Britney Spears but you couldnât care less right now. Logan shouldnât answer. Since when has he ever shared anything with Scott?
So, imagine your surprise when his answer isnât immediately telling him to fuck off. âEh,â he shrugs, downing the rest of his whiskey. Your face drops in irritation. Seriously, all this skulking around for an Eh? Thatâs bullshit.Â
You keep yourself from stepping forward, forcing your feet still, and ignoring the little voice in the back of your head telling you this is a bad idea. Youâve committed this much, youâre seeing it through. Scott whistles lowly, âThat bad, huh?â Oh, fuck off, Summers.Â
Logan shakes his head and for a moment you have a brief feeling of hope lifting you up. âNah, not bad. Itâs just, I donât know.â Logan sits up and signals the bartender for a refill. Your snooping senses go off and you briefly see Ororo and Jean exiting the bathroom. Desperate for something to keep them at bay, you flick your wrist. The man in front of them tips his drink down Jeanâs shirt, slurring out apologies. Jean huffs and Ororo brings her back into the bathroom.Â
Scott and Logan somehow missed the whole interaction and you promise yourself that youâll pay for Jeanâs dry cleaning. Youâre definitely not going to. âThink she wants something I donât,â Logan tells Scott, and your heart plummets to your feet. You can practically see it deflate, all the lovesickness draining out of it and onto the floor of this grimy bar.Â
âLike, she just wants to fuck around?â
Logan shakes his head and downs another glass of whiskey. Heâs just swallowing it down like itâs water. At a certain point, the bartender gets sick of it and just leaves him with the bottle. âNo, she wants something real. Like a real relationship.â Scottâs brows furrow and Logan shrugs. âNot interested.âÂ
Itâs the way he says it that really bothers you. Thereâs nothing wrong with wanting something different in a relationship. It happens all the time. But he says it so dismissively. He knows that you want something real with him, something secure and loving. He knows that, continues to fuck you and lead you on, and then speaks as though youâre an idiot for ever being interested in that.Â
Hurt hasnât set in yet. Youâre staring wide-eyed, jaw agape with shock as you stare at Loganâs back. Youâd thought a conversation needed to be had. But you didnât think that he thought of you like this. Youâd thought you meant something to him.Â
Scott seems to share the sentiment, his lips tugged down into a frown. He leans against the bar, surveying Logan with a disbelieving look. âWhat?â Logan snaps.
Scott raises his hands in surrender, shaking his head and backing off. âNothing, man, I just thought you two were serious about each other.â You miss whatever Logan says as an arm slings itself around your shoulder.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â A husky, seductive voice whispers against the shell of your ear. You jump in shock, glaring at Ororo as she grins at you. She lets her arm slide off your shoulders and glances over at Jean. âI think she was spying.â
Jean nods, nudging you forward. âDefinitely spying. Hear anything good?â
You fortify your mind against her probing fingers before she can find out. âNope,â you blurt out. You hope the racing of your heart is dismissed by your constantly frazzled nature. You hope the look on your face is explained by your earlier boredom and anxiety. You pray that none of them notice the way you lean away from Logan when the men finally turn around and notice you all.Â
Scott breathes out a dramatic sigh of relief and slumps onto Jean. âThank god, I thought I was going to die trying to talk to this brick wall.â his eyes flick towards you in a blink-and-you-miss-it moment. Thereâs a brief pitying look before he grins. âCome to get your boyfriend?â Thereâs a heavy emphasis on the word that you never would have noticed had you not heard their conversations.Â
Itâs clearly a petty dig at Logan. And you would appreciate it if you didnât feel the sudden urge to vomit up your dinner. âThought you might need saving from Logan.â You tell him, a chuckle hiding the slight tremor in your voice.Â
Youâre not sure if he does, but you hope Logan notices how you avoided the word boyfriend. You hope that he hurts the same way you do. But you know, deep down, that he doesnât care. Heâs probably relieved that you didnât use the title.Â
Logan gets off his stool, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, and pulls you into a brief hug. His lips press against your temple before he dips down to whisper, âThank you,â in your ear.
Asshole, heâs not allowed to smile at you the way he is. If you werenât in such a crowded place and already overstimulated, youâd shove him away. If your friends werenât watching youâd take his arm and slam it down onto the bar until you hear his fucking adamantium bones break.Â
That might have been too far. Maybe youâre not that angry, but youâre hurt.
You place your hands against his chest, a thin smile on your lips while you hum a simple, âMhm.â He doesnât seem to notice the way you push away from him. Itâs easily dismissed by you cheekily stealing his seat at the bar.Â
He comes up behind you, hands bracketing you and keeping you stuck against the bar while you order your drink. One of his hands drifts down, laying against your thigh. You know this isnât sexual, this is him comforting you.Â
He shouldnât know how horrible you feel in such busy places. He shouldnât know that and know that his touch is grounding and then help you. Not if he doesnât want something serious. If he didnât want to be your boyfriend, didnât want to be anything but a fuck, then why do this to you? Did he not think this was leading you on? Is this just him caring for you?
Youâll drown in a sea of unanswered questions before the night is over if you linger too long. You tip your head back, let your shot burn its way down your throat, and turn towards the others with a smile. You feel your worries fade and your focus loosen as you simply drift further into your mind.Â
You must have disassociated or something. By the time you realize youâre no longer hearing bad karaoke and your elbows arenât sticking to the bar, youâre already home. You stare in the mirror, hand pausing as you brush your teeth before you quickly finish.Â
You didnât drink much, you never do. It fucks with your abilities and causes migraines. You rinse your mouth out and glance into your bedroom. Logan groans and stretches. His back bows, muscles flexing and you rip your eyes away. You canât let yourself be distracted by the chest you want to drape yourself across.Â
You need to talk to him. Itâs never been more clear. You wipe your mouth and toss the towel onto the rim of the sink. You take in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the nerves plaguing you. Itâs never worked before, itâs not going to suddenly cure you now.Â
You give up on the thought and instead, shove down the anxiety until you have enough confidence to speak. It takes a little while, Logan peaks an eye open, eyebrows quirked when he sees you just staring at him. âSomething up, bub?â he flexes, on purpose, and you roll your eyes. You grab his shirt out of your hamper and toss it at him.Â
âPut this on. Canât think when you look like that.â
He chuckles, âThatâs the point.â at your pointed glare his smile drops and he tugs the beater on. It barely does anything to deter you. If anything youâre having more trouble paying attention. Especially now that his full attention is on you. The humor is gone from the room, a thick tension replaces it. Logan seems to feel it, sitting up straighter and glaring at you like heâs trying to read your mind. âWhatâs wrong?â Itâs a demand more than a question.Â
Itâs hard to look at him. But you refuse to let yourself cower now. You take in a fortifying breath and let your gaze bore into his. You put all the hurt and anger you feel into it, willing yourself to be firm. âWe need to talk.â
ââBout what?â Heâs brusque, but thereâs a slight concern to his tone.Â
Thereâs no point hiding this. And maybe you had misheard, maybe there was a conversation prefacing the one youâd heard. And youâll talk it out and everything will be okay. âI heard you and Scott talking at the bar.â
The hope you had, as minimal as it was, is dashed at your feet. He sucks in a deep breath and the look on his face has you crestfallen. You can feel your chest cave in. You feel so stupid all of a sudden. Constantly following after him, even before you started dating him. Looking at him with stars in your eyes and latching onto his every move and word.Â
Youâd worshiped him, put him up on a pedestal he didnât deserve. Superhuman or not, at the end of the day he was still a man. And theyâve done nothing but disappoint you. You suck your teeth, gaze dropping to your feet as you fight back the tears in your eyes. âRight,â you whisper, stepping back from him.Â
âLook,â he starts. You force your eyes up and watch as he rubs uncomfortably at the back of his neck. He takes a step towards you and you shake your head, stepping away from him. His arms fall to his sides and he sighs. âSorry,â he mutters.
âThatâs it?â You demand, tone incredulous. You werenât some great love or anything. But thatâs seriously all he has to say.
He opens his mouth, eyes softening as he stares at you. Then he snaps it shut, something covers his face and his expression is borderline cruel as he sneers at you. âNot my fault you got in over your head, kid. Never said I wanted anything more with you.â He points at you, and you suddenly feel like a little girl getting scolded. Youâve never had a partner make you feel this small, especially not Logan. âYou were just convenient.â
You rear back like he slapped you. You think it might have hurt less than that. To know you wasted so much time on such a fucking dick makes you want to throw up. Or scream, or cry. You canât decide on one. But your powers can, the walls are shaking, knick-knacks falling off your shelves as energy pulses from you.Â
Youâll face the hurt, the sadness, the horrible ache of rejection later. Right now, you need him out of your face before you bring the whole mansion crumbling down around you. âOut.â You grind the word out, turning away from him and clutching your hands to your chest. You take in quick, rapid breaths, trying to think of anything other than how horrible you feel.Â
You havenât lost control like this in a long time. Youâre not going to give him the satisfaction of being the reason you get put on probation again. He whispers your name, coming up behind you like heâs going to touch you.Â
You want to lash out, want to hurt him like heâs hurt you. But youâll only cause more damage than necessary. Heâs not worth hurting the kids in the rooms around you. You shove past him, ignoring the way he shouts your name.Â
You dart out into the hall, grateful there are so few people milling around. Nearly everyoneâs asleep, just a few stragglers finishing up their homework for tomorrow. A few of them give you odd looks that turn concerned when they see Logan chasing after you. Your bones are practically vibrating by the time you make it outside.Â
You rush towards the grove of trees at the back of the mansion. Your knees give out under you before you can make it very far. Energy pulses out of you in an explosive circle. You hear bark crack and turn into nothing but dust as the air around you trembles.Â
Itâs a relief, like going to the bathroom after holding it all day. You feel it drain away from you, a plug pulled out as the energy rushes from you. It slows after a minute, feeling more like a leak than a steady stream.Â
Your hands shake by your sides as you lay trembling on the grass. Your eyelids flutter shut and you try and keep them open but itâs hard. All of your energy had been spent keeping yourself in check until you made it out of the mansion.Â
âIâve got you,â a voice mutters near your ear. Familiar strong arms dip under your knees, lifting you up and pulling you into a sturdy chest. You recognize the body, recognize the uncomfortable warmth coming from him. But your tongue wonât work and you're passing out before you can try and push him away.Â
Youâre in your own bed when you wake up again. Youâre briefly comforted by the warm feeling of the sheets around you before you realize how cold the other side of the bed is. Youâre so used to the feeling of someone being beside you that itâs jarring for no one to be there. You sit up, a spark of anxiety lighting up inside you before itâs being quelled by an outside force.Â
âI think itâs best if we keep that under control.â Youâre not surprised to hear Charlesâs voice. You canât be, not when heâs actively keeping you calm and placid. You lean back against your headboard. You tilt your head lazily, looking at him while he looks out the window.Â
âThat tree was a hundred years old.â
You wince, face screwing up when you remember the large oak tree you obliterated last night. âI can remake it,â you promise.Â
âYou could,â he corrects, âbut whatever happened last night between you and Logan is causing your powers to be volatile.â He finally turns towards you, the motor of his wheelchair a dull buzz as he smiles at you. Thereâs no resentment in his gaze at least. Youâd known he wouldnât be mad at you. He was used to accidents like this. Had you hurt another person, however, this would be an entirely different conversation.Â
Thereâs a dull ache in your chest at the mention of Logan, but itâs quickly covered by another wave of calm from Charles. He smiles and holds out two metal bracelets. Theyâre thick, something red inlaid into the black metal. They look like handcuffs more than anything. His lips quirk up at your thought and you frown.Â
âThatâs what they are, right? Cuffs.â
âYouâre not a criminal,â he assuages, his tone gentle as you take them from him. Thereâs a small silver button inside that you click and the metal springs open. You place your left wrist inside and it snaps shut, itâs a snug fit. It wonât be moving around anytime soon. You put the right one on and feel Charlesâ hold on your mind ease the second it's closed. Every horrible feeling from last night crashes down on you and you nearly choke on it.Â
You wonder how Charles managed to keep you asleep for so long without the roof crumbling. He chuckles, the noise tired. âJean helped me. It took a while for the cuffs to be ready.â
The way he says that causes alarms to go off in your head. âHow long?â He takes in a sharp breath and shakes his head, attempting to dismiss the question. âCharles,â you snap, voice bordering on a shout.Â
âTwo days,â he says. You gasp and slump back against your sheets. He says your name but you get to your feet and pace. You don't know what to do with yourself. Thereâs energy buzzing under your skin, but the cuffs are keeping it at bay. It feels wrong like your pores are being clogged with acid.Â
âTwo days.â You look over at him, horror painting your face and you can see why he was so apprehensive to tell you. âItâs never been that bad before.â
âNo,â he starts cautiously, âIt hasnât. Which makes me wonder, what transpired between you and Logan that destroyed my grandfatherâs tree?âÂ
You cringe at the mention of the tree. Heâs never going to let go of that. Even when you recreate it, heâs still going to hold it over your head. His teasing eases you out of the spiral you were heading down and you glance over at him. âYouâve been in my head for two days. Iâm sure both you and Jean already know.â
He smacks his lips together and shrugs, clasping his hands in front of himself. âSimply seeing if you wanted to discuss it, my dear.â
You vehemently shake your head and sit back down on your bed. âNo, I donât want to talk about him. I don't want to see him.â Charles gives you a look like he doesnât believe you and you hate it. You truly donât want to see Logan again. Just thinking about him makes you want to explode. He was a pig and you regret ever wasting your time on him.Â
Thereâs a shriveled part of your heart weeping somewhere, but you crush in your fist until it shuts the fuck up. âRight,â Charles nods. âI do believe itâs best for your recovery that we keep you two separated for a while.â He rolls past you and places a comforting hand on yours. âRest, youâll feel more like yourself soon.â
You nod and watch him leave. Exhaustion suddenly seems to drop its heavy weight on your shoulders. Two days being restrained by telepaths probably wasnât very restful. You lay across your comforter, rolling over and hoping when you wake up your heart will be healed.Â
Two weeks. Two pathetic, snot-filled, and disgusting weeks of sobbing over Logan. You felt like a sixteen-year-old again, crying over the boy that didnât like you back. It was awful, especially knowing that the entirety of the mansion knew what was wrong with you.Â
Your students would leave your class and you would lock your doors, hiding under your desk as you wept. Those with superhearing or telepathy would bake you cookies and leave gifts at your door. It was sweet, but honestly made you feel ten times worse. You felt like your sadness was a burden you were forcing everyone to carry.Â
Your mother would be so disappointed in you. Sheâd always told you that you mourn a relationship half the amount of time you were in it. Of course, hers never lasted more than a few weeks. And sheâd had more boyfriends than you could count on three hands.Â
Besides, you were allowed to wallow for a while. This was someone you were starting to fall for. To be so blind going into and leaving the relationship was awful. Having the rug ripped out from under you had been cruel and needless. Youâre resentful and grateful heâd been so horrifically honest with you. On one hand, if the relationship had just ended, youâd be pining after him. Wondering what youâd done to lose such an amazing guy.Â
But being faced with the brutal truth, knowing he was a piece of shit, it makes you hate yourself. You should have seen it. Should have known that he didnât want you like you wanted him. But there were never any signs. Youâd run it through your head a million times. Every interaction youâve ever had with him. None of it shows you where heâd been lying to you or using you. You canât even trust yourself anymore.Â
Thereâs a loud knock on your door and you sniffle, tossing another tissue in the trash as you go to answer it. âHello?â You croak. You can barely see, eyes puffy and so swollen your vision is blurry.Â
âHoly hell,â Ororo scoffs and shakes her head. She pushes into your room and slams the door shut before anyone can see how awful you look. To be fair, you keep yourself relatively put together during the day. But itâs after hours now, youâre allowed to be a mess.Â
âYou look like shit.âÂ
Neither of you are prepared as you begin to blubber. Your lips tremble and your voice shakes as you begin to sob. âI know,â you wail. âI hate it.â Ororoâs eyes widen in horror and she quickly pushes you into your desk chair, grabbing a box of tissues and shoving it in your hands.Â
âI feel,â you stutter, having to take in a few shuddering breaths before you can get the words out. âHe tore out my heart and ripped it up with his stupid fucking claws.â
âOkay, okay,â Ororo runs her hands over your arms, trying to soothe you. âI know, sh, itâs okay.â She groans, âStop crying,â she pleads under her breath.Â
âIâm trying!â You snap at her, running hands over your wet cheeks and trying to swallow down the rest of your tears.Â
âLook,â she steps back and shakes her head. She glances down at you, disgust poorly hidden on her face. Sheâs really fucking bad at comforting someone. âThis is awful, I canât take it anymore. You two keep dancing around each other and youâre putting everyone on edge. You wonât stop crying and he keeps going off,â she holds her hands up and shakes her head. âI just canât do it anymore.â
You frown, brows turning down in confusion. âWhat?â You didnât think Logan would be mad. You pictured him skipping through a field of daisies, happy to finally be rid of you. It only made you hate yourself more that you were still crying over it all.Â
âHeâs kind of losing it,â she seems reluctant to relent the information. âLook,â she kneels in front of you and snatches the tissue box from your hand. She tosses it to the side and forces you to meet her eyes. âHeâs in love with you. We all know it, Jeanâs confirmed it. He loves you, he needs you, heâs just terrified to admit it. Heâs afraid of what's going to happen if you two become real.â
Your eyes widen with the realization. She nods enthusiastically as you connect the pieces. You canât deny whatâs so plainly laid in front of you when she assures you that even Jean knows. Jean knowing means she just did a nosy dive into his head.Â
You can picture what could happen. With rom-com levels of nauseating romance, you run to find him. You tell him you donât care that heâs afraid. You donât care he pushed you away and you do love him. Heâs not going to lose you. Nothing can rip you apart. You ride off into the sunset on Scottâs bike blah blah blah.Â
This isnât a fucking romance. And youâre not going to cry over a man who's too much of a pussy to admit he has feelings. You like men who have emotional depth deeper than a teaspoon. âAre you fucking kidding me?"
Ororoâs face blanches and she slowly backs away from you as you stand. âNo,â she answers slowly, like sheâs not sure of herself now.Â
âThatâs what Iâve been crying over?â You feel upset for an entirely different reason. You never misread the signs. You never missed a hint that he didnât feel what you did. He did! He was just happier letting you doubt yourself and the love you held for him than admitting he felt something. You tear off the depression hoodie youâve been living in for the past two weeks. âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me!â
You donât know where youâre going. Normally, youâd run into a forest to let out a blast of energy. It drained you enough that you wouldnât have to feel anything. But with these cuffs on, you canât do anything.Â
You storm out of your room and stomp down the stairs, uncaring who you wake up. Youâve wasted so much time on Logan, you refuse to stay in your room and cry for another fucking night.Â
âI want to see her,â Logan growls. He tries to move around Charles, but he stops him with his mind, holding him in place while Jean disappears inside your room. Logan watches her go and glares at her retreating back as the door closes behind her.Â
Itâs been a day already, youâve never needed to be out for more than a few hours. He doesnât want to think that thereâs anything wrong with you, that he might have permanently broken something inside you.Â
That talk at the bar with Scott had been stupid. He would have said anything to get him to shut the fuck up and leave him alone. He didnât really mean what he said, he just wanted him to back off. And saying that your relationship wasnât anything was quicker than pouring out every thought heâs had of you.Â
It was easier lying than it was to admit just how much he wanted you. Just how far he would go for you. But then youâd overheard, and you brought it up. And thereâd been faith on your face. Like even you couldnât believe what he had said because you could see through the bullshit.Â
But all Logan had seen was a way out. This was an opportunity to finally get out of the suffocating clutches of something he didnât want to admit was love. He took the chance before he could think. Itâs what he was used to. Taking the easy way out, especially when it came to shit like emotions.Â
He hadnât thought you were going to explode, though. Because thatâs exactly what youâd done. By the time heâd caught up to you, youâd burned a crater into the ground and had destroyed Charlesâ stupid fucking tree.Â
Seeing you like that, laying there lifeless, it terrified him. He didnât want to live in a world that you werenât in. There was no fucking point. It was sobering, realizing that, and then realizing that he was the reason you were like that in the first place.Â
He didnât want to live without you and he certainly would never be able to come to terms with being the reason you were dead. But it didnât matter, whatever realizations he was coming to. Charles and Jean were completely blocking him from your room. They werenât even giving him a chance to look at you. And he was about five seconds away from ripping the old bastardâs head off and just barrelling inside.Â
He didnât care what they said, he needed to see that you were okay. âIâm afraid youâre not going to be able to see her for a very long time.â
âStay out of my head,â Logan growls, glaring down at the man. âWhat are you talking about?â He presses, finally processing the rest of his sentence.
Charles sighs and rolls away from him. Logan glares at his back but ultimately follows. âYou were the cause of this, yes?â Reluctantly, Logan nods, thereâs no point in hiding it. Heâs sure Charles already knows. âFor her own safety, the two of you will need to remain separated.â
That had been it. There was no arguing about it. No fighting Charles. It was for your safety that he stayed away from you. No matter how much he wanted to explain himself, he wouldnât risk another meltdown like that.Â
You didnât deserve to get hurt because of someone like him. He wouldnât be able to stand hurting you again.Â
But two weeks seemed like a lot. At a certain point, heâs sure youâre just avoiding him. He knows he canât blame you. Heâd been a fucking idiot. But that didnât make him any happier. If anything, he was getting more and more pissed off every day.Â
He had less patience for mistakes. Was lashing out at the kids more often and donât even get started on the petty fucking fights he was picking with Scott. How long did you fucking need before you talked to him again?
He knows youâre upset, your crying keeps everyone up at night. Something heâs sure youâd be mortified to learn about. Why wonât you let him comfort you? Why do you have to be so petulant, running around the corner every time you see him? Pointedly ignoring him when youâre in the same room together.Â
He could fix this, make this all better. But youâre just not letting him. He knows this is why he loves you. Itâs why he was so drawn to you. You seem like a bundle of nerves, constantly flitting around and keeping yourself small. It had been off-putting at first. And then heâd seen you training with Scott, kicking his ass more like. A switch had been flicked in his head.Â
He could finally see you for what you were. He finally realized that it was your abilities you were keeping small. You were a fucking spitfire and you didnât hesitate to tell him off, he loved it. Loved arguing with you just so he could see you get all pissed off.Â
But that stubborn attitude he loved was really biting him in the ass right now.Â
Thereâs a knock on his bedroom door and he doesnât even get to pretend itâs going to be you. He smells Jeanâs perfume and rolls his eyes. He puffs on his cigar and contemplates ignoring her.
âDonât be a jackass, open the damn door.âÂ
Fuckinâ telepaths. âWhat?â He snaps at her the second the door is open. Her face screws up when she smells the smoke from his cigar. He knows she wants to put it out, and can see it in the twitch of her fingers. He raises a brow, a silent challenge to try him. Heâs itching for another fight and she can feel it.Â
She lets out a sharp breath, choosing her battles wisely and backing off. Heâs almost disappointed. âWe need to talk. This whole thing between the two of you is ridiculous. Youâre a mess, sheâs a messâŚâ
Her voice trails off into nothing more than the annoying pitch of a fly. Logan canât be bothered to listen to her scold him. Heâs not a fucking kid, and maybe if you were acting like an adult, they wouldnât be having this problem.Â
A few doors down he can hear you shouting, then the door to your room slams open. He darts off his bed, opening his own door to see what youâre doing. He only sees the back of your head as you angrily stomp down the stairs.Â
Enough is fucking enough, he was finishing this now. He was sick of your side of the bed being empty and the stupid fucking glare on your face every time you saw him. He doesnât even bother saying anything to Jean as he leaves, just chases after you.Â
Jean watches him go with a perturbed look. She steps out of the room and glances down the hall. Ororo steps out of your room and walks towards her. âWell?â Jean probes.Â
Ororor shrugs, âSheâs over it.â Jean smiles but itâs quickly wiped off her face by Ororoâs expression. âNot in the way we wanted.
Jean clenches her eyes shut and takes in a deep breath. She needs you two to figure your shit out or sheâs never going to be able to get a good nightâs sleep again.
You find yourself in the gym. Itâs not your favorite place in the world, you donât usually get to train with the others. Youâre stuck with telepaths, mainly the ones who can shut your powers down if you get too out of control. That hasnât been a problem since you got the cuffs, but youâve been too sad to test them out.Â
Now you find yourself obliterating a punching bag. You wrap the energy around your fists and let it protect the thin skin as you pummel into the bag. You donât know what else to do. You canât have energy meltdowns anymore. You have to try and funnel it all out physically, but itâs not working. Nothing is.Â
âImagining itâs me?â You pause midswing. You glance over to the door just in time to see Logan stalking towards you. He unzips his jacket slowly. So slowly it almost seems provocative. He tugs it off and tosses it onto a nearby bench.Â
You scoff as you watch him. âDo you ever have a shirt on?â
He shrugs and moves towards the ring in the middle of the gym. His movements are lithe and fluid as he hops onto the ring, every bit a wild animal. You watch as the muscles in his torso ripple and force your eyes off of him. You try and focus your attention back on the bag, but all your earlier energy is gone. Your mind is completely wrapped around Logan.Â
Which youâre sure is exactly what he wants, or he wouldnât be staring at you so smugly as he leans against the ropes and waits for you to acknowledge him. You suck on your teeth, irritation blooming in sporadic bursts throughout your body that has you nearly shaking. Finally, you give in.Â
He smirks the second your eyes meet, âI can take it, sweetheart. A lot better than that little toy of yours can.â He nods towards the punching bag but the insinuation isnât lost on you. You and Logan had been very active in your relationship. You could barely go a day without tasting each other.Â
Youâve been pent up since the breakup. Youâd given in a few days ago, pulled out your old vibrator, and tried to bring even a semblance of joy back into your life. But nothing could compare to Logan.Â
His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as he waits for you to react. Heâs standing there, staring down at you with all the surety in the world that youâre going to fuck him. It makes you want to dig your nails in and rip him apart, bit by bit.Â
You can already picture it in your mind, using your abilities to pick him apart until heâs nothing but molecules dispersed through the air. Heâs lucky you have the cuffs on, without them youâre sure heâd already be dead.Â
You smirk and move towards the edge of the ring, your voice drops as you purr up at him, âYou wanna play, Logan?â
He grins and moves off the ropes, starting towards you as you make your way onto the ring. Youâre slightly less graceful than he was, but youâre too focused on wiping the smug look off his face to pay attention. âCome on kid,â he taunts, voice as low as it usually is when heâs fucking into you. âLetâs see what you got.â
Youâre not stupid enough to just outright swing at him. You feint to the right and bring your knee up into his ribs. He only needs one hand to wrap around your thigh and drag you forward. His other hand goes to your hip, tugging you closer until youâre practically grinding against each other. You grit your teeth and glare up at him.Â
âCome on, sweetheart, that canât be all you got for me.â Energy wraps around your head, blurring the air around you. You slam your temple against his, it provides enough of a distraction for you to yank your leg out of his grip. You throw your right fist into his ear, bouncing back with a grin as he shakes his head.Â
He practically growls as he reorients himself. You shrug and smirk, âWhat, donât tell me thatâs all you got, wolvie.â
âDonât fuckinâ call me that,â he grumbles. You open your mouth, prepared to taunt him again. But heâs lunging towards you and you just barely have enough time to dart out of his way. You know heâs going easy on you. He could have had you just then if he really wanted this.Â
But heâs dragging this out. Forcing you to spend as much time with him as you can. It only pisses you off further. You plant your foot on his back and kick him forward. He barely even stumbles and it only further confirms your suspicions. âStop fucking holding back,â you yell at him.Â
He turns around slowly. You almost expect there to be a sneer on his face, something angry. Instead, he looks fucking thrilled, like this is all just foreplay for him. He laughs, so low you can barely hear it, and his chest flexes as his claws come out.Â
âYou sure?â Itâs a taunt, a dare, he knows you arenât going to take the bait. Youâd be stupid to, you donât heal like he does. Once those things get in you, youâre screwed. But right now, youâre too pissed off to try and care.Â
You donât say anything, you just duck under his fist as he swings at you. You know he made it easy for you, giving you an opening to fall into. Heâs treating you like youâre something fragile. And maybe you are. One wrong move in this fight and you might not make it through the night. But anger is making you blind to logic.Â
Him playing fair just makes you want to play dirty. You use the opening he gives you, letting energy form around your fist and pulling back just enough to slam into his ribs. He coughs, doubling over as you hear bones crack under your hit. Heâll heal in seconds, you canât bring yourself to feel too bad for him.Â
Maybe if he ever took you seriously you might not be such a bitch. But he didnât think you were good enough to be honest with and he still was treating you like a plaything. In your opinion, he deserves whatever you give him and more. He doubles over and you swing your leg around, bringing it down across his face.Â
You hear a crack as your socked foot connects with his face, something crunches underneath you. And when your sole hits the mat again you see the blood leaking from his nose. You almost apologize. Almost, then you see the look on his face. His pupils are swallowing the hazel of his eyes, lips parted as he pants through his teeth. He looks fucking animalistic.Â
You have no warning as he pounces on you. His lips smother your own, moving over you with little to no grace. Thereâs nothing romantic or gentle about this. His fingers are digging so hard into your shirt, youâre sure you hear the seams rip. But you canât bring yourself to care.Â
One of your hands goes to his hair, tugging at the roots until heâs groaning into your mouth. You rake your nails up his back roughly. He cusses against your lips, hand traveling up to your chin so he can roughly jerk you back.Â
He stares down at you, a silent question on his face. Youâve barely nodded before heâs descending upon you again. Lips and teeth clash borderline painfully as he lowers you onto the mat. Youâre missing all the usual love and tenderness he treats you with, but you donât care.Â
You want to be rough. You want to hurt him like he hurt you, make him ache for you the way you do him. You wrap your legs around his, lifting your pelvis until you have enough leverage to flip him. Your thighs straddle his waist and you grind down against the prominent bulge in his sweatpants.Â
He groans into your open mouth, large palms grabbing at your ass and spreading you so he can thrust between your clothed thighs. You canât help but moan at the friction. Itâs just enough to keep you on edge, he pulls back every time you think you might be close to something real building.Â
You rip your mouth off his. He glares up at you as you grab his hair and yank his head back. You slam his head hard enough into the mat for it to echo through the room and he growls against your grip. You grin down at him as you slowly get off him. You make a show of stripping, enjoying the way his eyes track your movements. He looks like a dog, panting and waiting for his treat.Â
Youâre tempted to get yourself off, making him watch, and then leave him straining against his sweatpants. But you need this bad, need him to scratch the itch you canât reach so you can finally get him out of your head. Neither of you are patient as he jerks his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to pop out.Â
Itâs already leaking from the tip like a faucet. You kneel, straddling his waist again. You donât have to do much to slick him up. You pump him a few times before heâs gripping your wrist and jerking your hand away. âGet up here,â he commands, voice rough as he grips your hips. You donât even get a chance to protest before heâs flipping you over.Â
He grabs your thighs and wraps them around his waist. Your ass is off the ground, hovering above his lap as he lines up with your slit. You moan when the tip rubs against your clit. âWhose teasing now?â You grit out, glaring at him.Â
His lips curl up, that insufferable smirk on his face before he slams into you. The attitude is practically fucked out of you as he starts pumping in and out. You groan, raking your hands down his chest. He fucking moans at the pain, blood blooming under your nails and immediately closing the further down you go.Â
Neither of you are giving up this fight, you donât want to lose, not even while youâre fucking. He pulls out of you and flips you over so fast you donât even have time to whine. Heâs back in you before you can blink, hips slapping into you in a way that you know is going to leave bruises tomorrow. Youâre not going to be able to sit for a week and he knows it. His hands are groping at the skin of your ass, pulling you apart and watching the skin ripple as he fucks into you.Â
Youâre not going to last long. Youâve been too desperate, too pent up while youâve been pissed off at him. He leans over you, draping himself across you lazily. You groan at the added weight, it only adds to the sensation, only makes you want him deeper inside you. âThought you didnât want me anymore, sweetheart.â He whispers in your ear and you flutter around him as his hand snakes around your waist, rubbing tight circles on your clit.Â
You open your mouth but all that comes out is disjointed moans. You know thereâs something sarcastic in there, and he must know too because he laughs at your pathetic mumbled sentence. âI donât know,â he leans back and watches as he makes room for himself inside you. âSeem to need me real bad now.â
Your nails dig into the mat, energy leaking through your fingertips and warming up the canvas beneath you. You can feel it fluctuating, fighting against the cuffs the closer he brings you to the edge. âFuck you,â the words escape you at a particularly deep thrust and you struggle to keep your eyes open.Â
He pauses and you nearly cry at the loss of movement. âSorry, couldnât hear you. Whatâd you say? Stop?â
You glare over your shoulder at him âDonât you fucking dare, Logan.â You let your power push up against his back, forcing his hips to move again. He chuckles at the move, fingers creating figure eights on your nub.Â
âWouldnât dream of it, sweetheart,â he protests, voice innocent. âAh, fuck,â his voice is nothing more than low grunts and groans in your ear the closer the both of you get to your release. You canât speak anymore, canât think. You can feel it cresting higher and higher inside you.Â
Your abilities are rising with your release. Theyâre pushing against the cuffs, fighting desperately against the control the foreign metal has on your powers. You can feel it, heat building up under your skin, like a tingling on the tip of your tongue that you just canât reach. Itâs Loganâs release that finally tips you over the edge.Â
The way his breath catches and his hips stutter in their perfect rhythm as warmth floods you from the inside out. You can feel it, him, dribbling down your thighs and staining the mat beneath you. It has you clenching around him, pushing your hips back weakly while you let the feeling overwhelm you. You nearly black out. Two weeks without him hadnât felt long until you remembered what you were missing.Â
You lose your sense of time, dropping to the mat like your bones have gone liquid, dripping out of you. You can feel Logan draped over you still, his weight a comforting blanket that nearly has you drifting to sleep. Naked, in the middle of the boxing ring. He pulls out of you and you whimper at the loss.Â
He shushes you, rubbing a hand up your spine and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your temple. He wraps his arms around you, laying down and pulling you back into his chest. It takes a few minutes of quiet cuddling for you to remember what exactly led you down to the gym in the first place.Â
You feel disgusted with yourself for giving in to him so easily. Itâs clear what his plan had been. And youâd fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Youâd barely even fought against him. Of course, you could reason that you needed to get the tension out. This was the perfect way to funnel out your built-up energy.Â
But youâre disgusted with yourself for giving in to him so easily. You just disregarded dignity and self-respect for a chance to get him between your legs. You were such a fucking idiot. No wonder this is all he wanted you for.Â
âShit,â you mutter, trying to pull yourself out of his grip. Your eyes widen as his arms tighten around your waist. He tugs you back down until heâs got you in what essentially feels like a headlock. He could easily pass it off as spooning, but it feels a little more demanding than that. âLogan,â you warn, the silent peace of the moment officially shattered.Â
âDonât,â he gripes. You can fight against him for as long as you want, but youâll only tire yourself out. His arms are literally metal bands around you. âLet me talk and then you can run off.â You huff and wait, but he never speaks. Finally, you look over your shoulder and glare at him. âWell?â
You roll your eyes, âFuckâs sake,â you mutter. âAlright, speak.â
You can feel his grin against the back of your head. If he didnât have you in such a tight grip, youâd elbow him in the gut just to be petty. âI made a mistake,â you scoff and he keeps going. Stopping you from interrupting him with something bitchy. âYou werenât just something convenient to me, sweetheart.â he pauses and chuckles, âYouâre a huge fucking pain in my ass.â
âIs this your idea of an apology?â You snap, âBecause this is pathetic.âÂ
He doesnât say anything and youâre tempted to snark at him again. But then the world is flipped on its side as he jerks you around and forces you to face him. Your chests rub together, the sweaty skin sticking together and bordering on uncomfortable. âYou ever shut up?â He asks, but thereâs no heat to the words. If anything he looks fond of you, and it makes you shift around, trying not to look him in the eye. But thereâs nowhere for you to hide, youâre both naked and bare before each other.Â
Youâre as physically vulnerable as he must feel emotionally. And as much as this is a horrible way to display how heâs feeling, youâre starting to understand him a little better. You know why this conversation is so hard for him, why he canât accept that someone truly loves him and he loves her back.Â
But thatâs not going to get him out of it. Heâs still yet to say the words. Maybe if he manned up and said something real youâd consider forgiving him. You give him an expectant look and he sighs, forehead pressed against yours as he slumps over you. You want to pretend youâre annoyed at the contact, but youâve been craving it since you ran away two weeks ago.
Youâve been desperate for this warmth that only he can provide you. Without realizing it, you nuzzle further into his chest, hands drifting up to wrap around his bare waist. Logan feels the tightness in him ease slightly at the way you curl into him. Heâs got a shot, even if you try and tell him he doesnât. Â
Itâs silent for a while, while you linger in the emotions of what just happened and he tries to find the right words. He leans down, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and smiling against the shell of your ear. âI love you,â he whispers.Â
Youâd told yourself youâd only consider forgiving him if he said those words. But thatâs only because youâd never thought he would actually say it. You didnât think he was capable of admitting that to himself. It seems so out of character for him. But, maybe, you donât know him as well as you thought you did.Â
He pulls back, hand landing on your jaw and gently guiding your head out of his neck. He gives you an expectant look but youâre finding it hard to meet his eyes. Youâve been waiting for him to say that, but now it feels like you canât. Youâre still struggling to forgive him. He put you through so much unnecessary hurt just because he couldnât face his own feelings.Â
And now youâre struggling to do the same. âI want to say it back,â you tell him. âBut how am I supposed to trust that the next time things get hard, you wonât lash out again?â
He frowns, an irritated huff of breath shooting out his nose. But you know itâs frustration towards himself. For letting you both get to this point because he couldnât just say three words. âIâll wait,â he promises. âFor as long as it takes, Iâll wait.âÂ
You smile and nod, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his neck. Youâre sure youâll be saying it sooner rather than later. But whatâs the harm in making him squirm a little? He deserves it.Â
A/N: I donât write smut, itâs literally in my rules. I think I stared at a gif of him for too long and some horny ass demon possessed me and made me write this. Forgive me, universe, Iâm no better than a man.
end. â I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved Š not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
#Wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett#logan howlett x you#x men#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine#smut#ohmygod#i canât believe i wrote this#Someone sedate me#im just a girl#i cant be blamed LOOK AT HIM#he's actually older than every adult man in my life#can you tell i need therapy
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Lately, I've been thinking about Mithrun and the ways he is dehumanized in canon.
Before I get started, we know that elven society is incredibly afraid of death and illness. This is obvious in how they look down on the short lived races and see them as weak and childlike. We also know that Mithrun himself had ableist views toward his brother and these values did not leave him once he, himself, became disabled. He is a product of the society that raised him, but I also think how Mithrun is currently being treated contributes to his view of himself.
Mithrun has had three different caretaking groups over the years. The first are the ones his brother hired for him. From what we can see, they did the job, but we can understand that they did not know what to do with him. No one had ever recovered from having their desires eaten so the focus was less on rehabilitation and more on keeping him alive.
Later we see Milsiril take an interest in him because of his desire to return to the dungeon. Since she did not bother to visit him for decades after finding him, we can assume that there is an ulterior motive here. Timeline-wise, this was when the majority of the canaries had just been wiped out. They needed more men, and Mithrun is set up to be the perfect single-focused soldier.
Honestly, we can assume that Milsiril doesn't really care about him or see him as a person. Mithrun is just a new project for her to play with. We can see this in how she's focused on superficial level concerns like the fact that he doesn't look nice and wanting him to be overly grateful toward her. She also talks about him like he's not in the room and can't hear her. This is a dehumanizing trait shared by many characters when talking about Mithrun.
When he finally does recover enough to return to the canaries, the military does not make any effort to accommodate his needs. We know the canaries are understaffed and the ethics are already bad, but they really did not even try to care about Mithrun's safety at all.
Entrusting a criminal with his care was questionable at best, especially when Cithis immediately took the opportunity to abuse her power over him and no one stopped her.
While acknowledging the light-hearted nature of the manga, it's uncomfortable that Mithrun was treated like a child and an animal by Cithis for her amusement. Regardless of her 'learning to respect him' later, the point is that Mithrun was taken advantage of and degraded because she believed he couldn't say no. No one bothered to do anything about this until Pattadol yelled at her.
Truly his treatment is summarized well by Milsiril here. Mithrun is extremely vulnerable to being abused by those taking care of him because he won't advocate for himself. He has one desire so he won't fight for himself in any other way.
It is obvious that Mithrun was not treated well by his caretakers and this has resulted in him identifying his needs through a disconnected and frankly, infantilizing lens.
I understand that it may have been a translator's decision, but I always thought it was interesting that Mithrun says that he's "not sleepy" which is a childish term. Otherwise, he speaks like everyone else, if not rather posh.
This, followed by the fact that he is responsive to Kabru treating him like a literal infant to get him to eat, paints a clear picture of the fact that Mithrun is not unfamiliar with being treated like this. He responds to it because he's used to it and has no desire to argue with being treated this way. When we consider the fact that the chapter started with Milsiril treating an older child Kabru in the same way, it is likely that she also did the same thing to Mithrun when he was under her care.
In these panels, we see that Mithrun does not believe that he can sleep without magical assistance, even though it is immediately refuted when Kabru takes the time to bundle him up and help him relax. Not only does he fully believe he can't sleep without external assistance, but he states directly that there is no point in him getting comfortable.
As Kabru observes, Mithrun's inability to recognize his needs applies to needs such as hunger and exhaustion, but it obviously also applies to emotional needs. Kabru just wanting to feed him something delicious and not wanting him to give up on life is the most consideration someone has given Mithrun in years.
The relationship they form over the course of a single week is enough to shape Mithrun's behaviour completely. Mithrun ignores Cithis's demand in favour of asking Kabru's opinion. It is Kabru's hand Mithrun takes to pull him out of his defeated state. It is Kabru Mithrun confessed his true desire to.
Do you realize how depressing that is? All it took was the new perspectives from Kabru and Senshi to make him consider the fact that he should keep living despite no longer needing to fulfill his duty. Being treated well could have helped Mithrun much sooner and this shift in the way he sees himself contributes to his recovery going forward.
TLDR: Mithrun has no desire to be respected, but why does that make people feel comfortable acting like he doesn't deserve it? Someone not caring about being treated well doesn't give you permission to treat them poorly. This feels like a playschool-level consent lesson: just because he's not saying no to a humiliating or degrading act doesn't mean it's a yes and therefore okay to do. Acknowledging this is the bare minimum of treating him as a person.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi spoilers#delicious in dungeon spoilers#mithrun dungeon meshi#kabru dungeon meshi#cithis dungeon meshi#milsiril dungeon meshi#there's way too much nuance to get into in a single post#but i wanted to try to get some of my thoughts out#it is like 2am though so maybe it's all nonesense#my post
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WITHDRAWAL | theodore nott
summary; theo decides to quit smoking, but doesn't realise that his decision would affect his girlfriend, too.
word count; 3007
notes; just a cute, fluffy little piece based on something that I was tagged in about 2 months ago! unfortunately, I cannot find the original post or tagger, but if it's you, please let me know!!
If there was one thing about Theodore Nott that couldn't be denied, it was that he loved with everything he had.Â
He loved his friends; he was loyal to a fault and heâd never let them down. He loved his family, he wrote over fifteen letters a week to all his aunties and cousins, and still held onto his motherâs recipe book, even to this day.Â
And he loved, adored, his girlfriend with everything that he had. Heâd do anything for her, crawl across hot coals if she asked, give up his magic and his money and his legacy, just to make her happy. Sheâd never asked as such of him, still blushed when he pulled out his wallet when they shopped and smiled brighter than the sun when he gave her a handmade card or something heâd cooked. So, to his eyes, it didnât seem all that much when he decided to give up smoking for her.Â
She hadn't asked him to, never even pulled a face when he smoked. But Theo was damn sick of trying to blow the smoke away from her when she joined him at the astronomy tower, cuddled up to his chest, because he didnât want that poison near her. He hated watching her shiver on the colder nights, he hated waking her in the middle of the night when he got up to satiate that itch, and he hated thinking of a future where he left her too soon, running short on time, because he ruined himself.
He chucked his last box into the fireplace one impulsive morning, and thought he might go cold turkey. Heâd been so moody by lunchtime that heâd almost bitten Enzoâs head off over the way he pronounced âtomatoâ. That afternoon, heâd ditched his classes and trudged through the snow to the floo connection at the Hogâs Head, and picked up enough nicotine patches from a muggle supply store to knock out a fully grown Hippogriff.
Heâd torn the packaging off of one in the grimy restroom at the back of the store and slapped it onto his bicep, and almost collapsed from the relief it gave him. It wasnât nearly as effective as picking up a packet from the newsagentâs stand heâd passed wouldâve been, but as soon as his fingers had twitched to pick up a box, your face had flashed through his mind. Your face, smiling at him, your face that morning telling him how proud you were of him when heâd shared his goals in hopes of support, and it was enough to deter him from the purchase.
You were his strength, once again, as youâd always been.Â
And truly, you were so proud of Theo. Changing his patches for him every evening, in time with that first one. Reading up on the muggle solutions, and making sure you were fully versed on how to help him. Keeping him busy seemed to help, when he got bored, his eyes started flicking towards the door, and the slight irritability heâd been able to keep a lid on pretty well would begin to flare up. For the most part, heâd been staying at your dorm, in an active attempt to keep away from Mattheo, who wasnât quite ready to give up his comfortable vice just yet.Â
Unfortunately, as the days went on, while Theo seemed to be handling it just fine, you were struggling. The irritability grew, even Dracoâs breathing was making you want to snap pencils in half in the library, or throw Enzo off the astronomy tower if he scraped his fork on his plate one more time. You were ravenous, and nauseous, all at the same time. You wanted to eat everything but could hardly hold it down. You were dizzy, and fatigued, and your grades were going to start slipping if this continued, because it had been almost a week since youâd been able to concentrate on any thought longer than a minute, never mind a whole class.Â
And now, you were lying in bed, rubbing at your eyes angrily but unable to sleep as you stared at the ceiling. Theo, for once, was sleeping soundly beside you. Since giving up smoking, his sleep patterns had been getting better, while yours were getting worse by the night. Almost a week, and youâd barely gotten nine hours of sleep put together.Â
When you shuffled again, pressing yourself a little closer to Theo as you rolled onto your side, he began to surface. The arm over your midriff tightened, pulling you in until your hips were bracketed against his, and he chuckled sleepily into your neck. Burying himself in, he pressed a kiss there, and another, and another. The rough pounding of your heart settled as you clasped Theoâs hand in your own, holding them to your chest as he littered your shoulder with kisses.Â
At your sigh, he rolled you over, propping himself up on his elbow and yawning. Shaking his hand free from your own, he stroked the back of a finger along your cheek, and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. As his hand settled on the side of your neck instead, yours slipped up to cup his jaw, and you melted into the tender love he offered you in the darkest hours.Â
âWhatâs wrong, tesoro? Why are you awake?â
âWhy are you awake?â you rebuffed, fingers lifting to comb through his hair, to push it back out of his eyes as he blinked himself a little more awake.
He shrugged, âThis is about the time Iâd normally go for a smoke.â He murmured, and your eyes flickered to the clock.Â
You knew well enough the schedule Theo used to keep while smoking. Your timetable had slowly synched to it over the time youâd been dating. Heâd wake up during the night, at some point around two, and disappear for a smoke. Heâd take twenty minutes, or thirty if he bumped into Mattheo, and then heâd come back to bed.Â
You didnât mind the disturbance. Not when heâd come back slightly chilled from the night air and snuggle in close to you, wrapping himself around you.
âActually, this is the time youâd normally come back from having a smoke, and give me my midnight kisses.â
âIs that why my girl is so restless tonight? Because I owe her some kisses?â He teased, leaning down until your noses were bumping, and you could taste the mint on his breath. Normally, he tasted like smoke, not toothpaste, and the shock of his warm lips instead of cold ones made you hum.Â
The languid kisses melted the time away, his hand sliding up your shirt, sitting on your ribs and squeezing softly as he lowered himself down, covering your body with his own. Theo had always been your comfort, and your happy place. Being in his arms made you feel safe, and his kisses made you feel relaxed. As he licked his way into your mouth lazily, you anticipated the hazy blur of relaxation that usually followed when he kissed you.Â
But, like usual recently, it never came. Instead, when he finally pulled back, and pecked the tip of your nose, he found you frowning, instead of smiling up at him. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI donât know.â You huffed, frustrated at yourself, at your confusion and the growing irrational irritation. âItâs not the same.â
âWhatâs not the same, bella?â
âYour⌠your kisses.â Your words trailed to a whisper, knowing he wouldn't understand, and the hurt that flickered across his face made your heartbreak.Â
âTheyâre not?â
âNo. I donât know why.â His lips curled further at the sides, and the look on his face made you want to cry. It made you hate yourself, aggressively, and if you could tear out your own heart and give it to him just to see him smile again, you would. Just another thing youâd been suffering with lately, an overwhelm of your emotions, worse than any mood swing you got when you were on your period. âItâs not you, Teddy, itâs me. Youâre still my happy place, youâve done nothing wrong. Itâs me. Iâm the problem.â
âYouâre not a problem, bella. But we should figure it out. I donât want to⌠kiss you wrong, and see that look on your face. Whatâs different, tell me whatâs changed?â His sweet words made tears prickle at your eyes, and you sniffed sadly as you looked at him.Â
âI love you so much, Theo.â
âI know, tesoro. I love you too.â His thumb smoothed over your cheek, âTell me.â
âI donât know!â Your snap made his eyes widen. âYouâre just⌠different. You donât kiss the same way, you used to get all needy when you came back from a smoke, but you donât anymore, and you taste different! You taste like mint right now, and it just doesnât make me feel the same way afterwards.â
Your words were jumbled and hurried, rushed out as you smoked them and his brows furrowed as he tried to decipher what you meant. Second ticked by into silent minutes as Theoâs wonderful mind ticked and whirred, thinking the problem through, and playing with the information. Then, before you could say anything else, something clicked. You could see it in his eyes, when the gears stopped turning and the thoughts stopped flowing because heâd found the answer.Â
Pulling away from you, he sat up, kicking back the covers and letting in the cold air, before moving across the room and shuffling through his gym kit left in the corner. Pulling out a nicotine packet from the box inside, he shook it out, using his teeth to tear open the packet as he made his way back to the bed. Sitting yourself up, you propped yourself in the pillows as he peeled off the plastic backing, and tried to unstick his fingers from it, holding it by the corners.Â
âYouâve only had your patch on for nine hours, Teddy, itâs not time to change yet.â
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and settling in beside you on the bed, legs folded underneath himself. âThis isnât for me, bella. Take off your shirt.âÂ
Slipping your arm out of your shirt, you pushed it to the side, watching as Theo brushed cotton fibres off of your shoulder, before sealing the patch onto your skin. He made sure it was properly sealed down, flattening it to your skin, before feeding your arm back through the sleeve of your shirt. He smoothed the top back down your torso, pressing a cheeky kiss to your breast over your heart as he did, and sitting back on his legs to wait.Â
âGive it a second, then tell me how you feel.â He whispered, the moment feeling entirely too fragile as his hand took yours, fingers linked together. He kissed along your knuckles, his eyes locked on your face, waiting. And the moment you felt it hit, you knew he saw it too.Â
It was like a cool, soothing balm over a raw, aggravated wound. It felt like running cold water on a new burn or healing a painful graze with a quick Episky. âOh, MerlinâŚâ
âI know, tell me about it.â He mumbled, the smile on his face at victoriously solving the problem melting away as realisation set in. âCazzo, bella, Iâm so sorry. This is all my fault.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou have a nicotine addiction, and itâs my fault. All that time you spent with me at the tower, and the smoke on me, and kissing you as soon as I finished smoking. All your moodiness these last few daysââ
âHey!â
âItâs true, baby. It all makes sense.â He rubbed a hand over his face, and squeezed your hand tighter in the other. âI canât tell you how sorry I am. I quit because I didnât want this to happen to you, I didnât want my problems to poison you, but itâs too late.â
âKiss me.â
âWhat?â
âKiss me, Teddy.â You demand again, pulling him in, and his mouth collides with yours as he makes a subtle groan of surprise and pleasure.Â
His hand gripped the headboard behind you, the other skimming down your side. As you leaned back into the pillows, you took him with you, his body falling over your own, slotting between your thighs as our hearts thudded together where his chest pressed to yours. Your hands slid over his shoulders, skimming down his back, and he moaned again as your fingernails scraped across his lower back as you tugged at his shirt.Â
He sat up, letting you pull it off of him, before his arms were back, caging you in on either side as he fell back down against you. Pulling one of your legs up to sit on his hip, he dragged himself away from your mouth, trailing wet kisses down your jaw, to the pulse point on your neck and back up.Â
âMerde, bella. Whatâs gotten into you? Not that Iâm complaining.â
âYouâre perfect, Theo.â You smiled, leaning up to steal more kisses from his lips that he was happy to reciprocate, âYouâre perfect, your kisses are perfect. I knew it was me, not you. I was the problem.â
âA problem I gave you,â He groaned, his hips rolling against your own as you giggled breathlessly.Â
âYeah, whatever. Now weâre quitting together. Thatâs the promise we made, we do everything together, right?â
âDamn right, tesoro.â He growled, teeth nipping at the underside of your jaw, as he began to make his way down your body. Your fingers were loose in his hair, settling back in the pillows, eyes slipping closed as he kissed along the insides of your thighs, teasingly. Finally, your body could relax, no longer tense and buzzing, but the foggy comfort of the night made your muscles ease into the bed, your body feeling heavy, and you sighed in bliss.Â
Theo mumbled something, and you let your legs fall a little further apart, but your grip on consciousness was falling further and further away as the nicotine coursed through your body, finally letting you ease into sleep youâd missed for days.
âBella,â Theo said, his voice sharper, and you stirred, working hard to force your eyes open, but theyâd only made it halfway. His hair was ruffled, eyes wide and lips swollen, but his smirk melted away from his face into a tender smile as he looked down at you.Â
âSorry, whatâd you say, baby?â The words slurred out of you, and he chuckled. His fingers unhooked from the sides of your shorts, and he leaned over to kiss your forehead. âMâsorry, Iâm so sleepy all of a sudden.â
âSâokay, bella. Never apologise. Câmere, letâs just cuddle.â
Tucking your body into his, you shuffled your hips back into him, and he threw his leg over yours as he held you tight to his body. âYouâre hard.â
âItâll go down, donât worry.â He snickered, kissing the back of your head. âSâyour fault anyway.â
âSorryâŚâ You whispered, again, sleepily. âIâll make it up tâyou tâmorrow.â
âGo to sleep, amore.â
But youâd already drifted off.
It was just as you were closing your History of Magic book, that Theo announced his presence in the common room as he walked in alongside Mattheo. They were loud, and raucous, and thankfully, you were less inclined to bite their heads off for it today.Â
In fact, alongside Enzo, youâd been able to catch up on all of the History homework youâd been missing out on for the last week or so, getting you back on track for at least one of your subjects.Â
âPatch change time, bella!â Theo announced, making his way over to you as he untucked his shirt and began to undo the buttons down the front. Tugging the tie out of the way, he crashed down ungracefully onto the couch beside you, Mattheo nudging Draco to move up so he could sit down too.Â
This had become a regular part of your routine now, and you pushed the edges of his half-unbuttoned shirt aside to reveal the patch sitting on the middle of his left pectoral. Picking at one corner, you peeled it away gently, careful not to tug on his skin as you did, and Theo watched on adoringly in silence as you took care of him. Unwrapping a new patch, you brushed off the spot, before sticking a new patch onto him and smoothing down the bandage.Â
He patted it himself, before doing a couple of the buttons on his shirt back up for modesty, as though he hadn't already given half of the common room a show, before he leaned in to peck your lips. His fingers fell to the buttons of your shirt, and he began to undo them slowly. âYour turn.â
He undid just enough to reveal your shoulder, without letting anyone else catch a glimpse of anything underneath, and as he leaned down to begin peeling away the old patch, you caught Enzoâs confused expression.Â
âWhy are you wearing a patch?â He asked, and Theo laughed to himself quietly as he changed your old one out.Â
âBecause loverboy here got me addicted too, through kisses and secondary smoke.â
The others burst out laughing, unfettered by your glaring as they made kissy sounds and crude remarks, while Theo buttoned your shirt back up. Your glare turned to him as you caught sight of his smile, and he shrugged, a lopsided smile on his lips. âWhat can I say, bella? Iâm just that good.â
âOh, shut it,â You smacked his chest, and he took your hand, tugging you forward to cuddle you into his chest as he kissed your temple.Â
âI happen to think itâs adorable that as a by-product of how you got addicted, that means you were addicted to me.â
âMhmm.â Your eyes rolled, and he squeezed you even tighter.Â
âYou had me addicted to you without any substances at all, bella. Just you.â
âAlright,â You scoff, âStop sweet-talking me.â
âNever.â
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lost & found | jeon jungkook
summary:your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didnât want to think of all the chances you lost and thatâs why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didnât go the way you thought they had and youâre thrown for a loop. youâre stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesnât help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.
⣠genre/au: jungkook x reader [she/her, female anatomy], mid-20âs friendships. what kind of au is this? smut, plot
âŁ18.7k words
warnings: heavy plot. smut. a little bit of angst if you squint. tae is oc defender. shy oc. jk is an old college classmate. oc and jk got complicated, misunderstood history :(. oc is kinda insecure? bathroom sex. teasing. foreplay [f and m receiving]. very neeeedddy, long time waited sex.. unprotected. jk fucks oc on the counter, on the door. jk is tatted up but not in his college days. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk as a thx 𤧠jk dated ocâs bestie but thereâs HISTORY. ocâs bestie is the real villain im sorry. took advantage of two insecure college kids >:( love lost, love found vibes. just read I swear itâs not that bad đ no cheating. FRIEND BREAK UPS. oc gets confident toward the end
song inspo: bff â jesse
As you settle into adulthood, you learn a few things about friendships. There tends to be a slight divide between those youâve known since you were young and those youâve collected over the years. Some might value the friendships theyâve held longer more than those that are more recent but for others, what matters is the trust that comes with friendship no matter with whom it might be with. Youâre somewhere in between, you think.
You have people like Taehyung who youâve only recently started to get to know and have had a chance to grow close with. He doesnât know everything about you yet but he doesnât need to, he seems to understand enough now to be an important person in your current life. Heâs the kind of friend you're thankful youâve met on some random occasion.
Then you have someone like your best friend, Miyoung. Youâre not sure the last time you had ever been truly without her at your side. From your earlier school years to college, to now when youâre both settled into what would essentially be your careers and private lives. Sheâs⌠she's special to you in a way that you're not sure you could ever find in someone elseâor at least thatâs what she says?
There hasnât been a time where it wasnât the two of you practically glued together at the hip and you credit her for her outgoing nature that always seemed to balance with your more introverted demeanor. Of course it didn't mean you couldnât make friends without her [take Taehyung for example] but sheâs always seemed to gravitate people toward you with her energy. Thatâs why you're not at all surprised by tonightâs events and how everyone seemed surprised that you came alone.
âHonestly, Iâm happy you made it, it feels like we havenât seen each other in so long,â Your friend, Hoseok, pointed out as he led you to the private area of the lounge bar where it seemed like a reunion was taking place, âWhen Miyoung said she wasnât going to make it, I thought you probably werenât going to show up andââ
âIs that what you would have preferred?â You asked with a teasing smile as he began to stumble over his words, attempting to backtrack.
âWhat? Y/n, donât you know Iâve been desperately enamored by you since your first year? Donât make such crass comments,â He joked back, helping you out of your coat as you grew closer to the room filled with loud chatter. He led you with hands on your shoulders and said, âAnd between us, Iâm a little happy she didnât come. I wasnât really in the mood for this to turn into a Battle of the Exes fighting ground.â
âWhat do you mean?â You barely had time to ask as you entered the room where an explosion of your name was heard by old college classmates of yours who all seemed on the border of tipsy and in a good mood. You couldnât help but smile, looking at everyone at once till your eyes fell on the person in question.
He didnât hesitate to meet your gaze with equal surprise as you sat across from him, just one person down the line. Immediately the people next to you tried sparking a conversation and you used it as a distraction to keep from gawking at him. When Miyoung told you she wouldnât make it, you debated coming yourself but after some begging from Hoseok you decided to come along. Despite your best friend not joining, you're kind of glad she didnât. Hoseok is right, it would have been a battlefield and you did not want to be caught in the middle of it.
âY/n.â
Ignore, maybe? Just ignore and maybe heâll forget trying to talk to you and your head won't be on the chopping block. You looked down the table at some of the other people you remember from campus activities or long lectures and tried to ignore the growing smile you could see on his face from the corner of your eye.
âHungry?â The person next to you asked as he made you look his way. There were platters of hand food across the bar table and you happily took whatever Jimin offered. As much as you hated it, you couldnât help but look across the table to make sure it really was who you thought it was,
Jeon Jungkook.
Better known as your best friendâs ex boyfriend.
Or worse, the first guy you liked when you started University.
âHi,â he said in a low voice, catching you in the middle of staring at him. In your defense, he seemed so differentâmore matured if you will. Now he was covered in tattoos and piercings, he lost that sort of boyish charm but clearly gained something else along the way. He was buff and bigger, more intimidating yet alluring? Safe to say he didnât look like the âBoy Next Doorâ you had a crush on in your English seminar.
âYouâre here,â was all you could think to say back, giving up on your sorry attempt at ignoring him for no real reason other than saving yourself from an awkward encounter.
âSo are you,â Jungkook bit into his bottom lip as he looked at you closely. How is it that someone could look so different but the same all at once? In your gaze he could still see that curiosity in everything that he remembered from back then when he would spend lectures wondering what was on your mind. In your appearance, he can see how much youâve changed physically. They were surely small differences in everyone elseâs eyes but he always had a tendency to pay too much attention to you and it would get him in trouble.
You gave him a polite nod in response to his blatant observation that matched yours and attempted to shift your attention elsewhere but he didnt let it get too far. He cleared his throat, âHow have you been?â
âMe?â You asked, âOkay, I guess. Busy with work.â
âSo Iâve heard, youâre in marketing now, right? What happened to your writing?â Jungkook asked, seeming genuinely curious to know. He didnât care for the conversations happening around him more than he did hearing your response now that you looked more willing to give him one.
âIt wouldnât have paid the billsâYou remember my writing?â You asked, surprise evident in your features that he couldnât help but smile.
It was hard for him to forget his biggest competition at the time. He let out a small sigh, ready to go on about being unable to forget a certain piece you wrote when a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. Yoongi stood over him, âSmoke break?â
Say no, he thought. Jungkook could easily reject the offer and continue what he was going to say. Without meaning to, he looked back at you, but you had excused yourself from the table in the blink of an eye. Nodding hesitantly, he grabbed his jacket and followed his friend out while he wondered where you went so suddenly.
You were hiding in the washroom when you got the call from Miyoung, like she had a sixth sense telling her to reach out.
âSo how is it? Is it as boring as I said itâd be?â Miyoung asked as she waited in line for some nightclub she was going to with some of her various other friends.
âUm, kind of?â You said without much thoughtâknowing it was what she wanted to hear. In reality, it was fun. You were greeted warmly that it washed away your earlier worries and youâre being taken care of by old friends you didn't get to talk to as much. Not to mention, youâre seeing Jungkook again after a couple years of hearing and thinking of nothing about the guy, so you donât actually think it's boring.
Miyoung snorted, âFigures, good thing I didnât go. I could not sit through more than an hour of everyone going on and on about what theyâve been up to. I mean, yeah I miss Hobi and stuff but I could see him whenever, yâknow? Who all showed up?â
âI think everyone,â You admitted with a nervous bite of your lip. It was now or never. You tell her that it seems like Jungkook has come to visit or has come back to stay and youâre not sure how sheâll take that. She might even march over here just to tell him how she's felt these last two years and chances are thatâll ruin the easy vibe for everyone else. You leaned against the stall door and talked with her.
âSo youâre back,â Yoongi asked with a smirk as he took a drag from his cigarette, âMy Golden Boyâs back? Someone pinch me.â
âFunny guy,â Jungkook said sarcastically as he looked out onto the busy street. Yoongi shrugged, turning toward the bar window looking around to see the group, âArenât you happy you came?â
âYeah, itâs great seeing everyone again,â Jungkook told him casually, flicking the end of his cigarette and watching the ash fall to the cold cement of the street.
âWant to know who surprised me tonight?â Yoongi asked, looking over at him to see if his expression would change at all, âY/n.â
Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, âWhat do you mean?â
He shrugged, dropping ash to the ground, âY/n never comes out to these sorts of things, and if she does come itâs usually with Miyoung but she came by herself tonight.
âYeahâŚâ Jungkook zoned out a bit as he thought about it more, âWhy doesnât she meet up with you guys often?â
âYou know Y/n doesn't really go out,â Yoongi said, âAnd sheâs busy with work, at least thatâs what Hobi says. I donât know, when Hobi said Miyoung wasnât coming tonight we both expected Y/n to not show too but⌠hey, arenât you happy she isnât here?â
âI donât really care either way,â Jungkook confessed truthfully, âBut do you know if⌠yâknow, you might have heard something about Y/n and if sheâs still seeing someone orââ
âOh God,â Yoongi couldnât help but laugh as he put his cigarette out, Jungkook doing the same, âItâs been like three years, man.â
Jungkook watched him laugh as he walked off leaving him to follow, âWhat?â
Yoongi held the door open for him, âYou know what, but Iâll answer your question, anyway. Last I heard Y/n is single, so what now?â
He waited for Jungkook to respond but he wasnât listening anymore. There were too many things on his mind that he needed to work out before you came back to the table.
âWhat do you mean youâre leaving? You just got here,â Jimin said to you as he held your hand in his to stop you from leaving, âOne more drink.â
âItâs late,â You tried to say, âIâve got to be up early.â
âLiar, itâs a Saturday night, Y/n. Sit your ass back down,â Hobi said with a firm voice making you sit down immediately. He flashed you a cute smile before asking everyone if they wanted another round of drinks.
âSo, what were we talking about earlier?â Jungkook asked, trying to get you to talk to him again, âYour writing? Yeah, how can I forget it? Remember we used to read each otherâs essays all the time before⌠well.â
Before he broke up with your best friend.
âYeah, I remember,â You admitted, trying to find something to say. What kind of questions would Miyoung want to know? What do you want to know? What should you prepare your friend to know? âHow long are you visiting?â
âActually, I just moved back, I got a job doing graphic design for a local company,â Jungkook told you with the hint of a smile, âItâs my first time meeting up with everyone again.â
You let yourself indulge in small talk with him here and there but usually when he started it. The night had been fine, you enjoyed your time but after a while all you wanted to do was go home and Hoseok couldnât make you stay any longer. You ended your night wondering if you should go out more.
Everything has a backstory, right? How it all started and yours seems pretty tacky. You spent the first couple years of University doing what you had to do in school and letting Miyoung drag you to whatever outing she had on the weekends. Some time in your third year, you joined this English class with the most boring, monotonous professor ever and thatâs where you met Jungkook.
In all honesty, you thought he was cute from the get go. Sitting through three hours of a boring lecture led people to do odd things and one of those for you was staring at the cute guy who sat down a couple rows from you. It was just a little thing you did to pass time so you never expected anything to actually happen from it.
Then one day most of the seats were taken [naturally, it was a large class] and he seemed to have been running late because his usual cycle of seats were all taken except the one next to yours. Despite all those times you would find yourself ogling the stranger, when he was right next to you, you didnât say a single word.
It was Jungkook who spoke first and it was just to ask if you could help him catch up. That day you were supposed to read someone elseâs prompt and revise it and you chose each other which then trickled down to a routine of it. Without speaking much, he would sit next to you or silently save you a seat whenever you were running late and the one time you decided to switch it up and sit elsewhereâŚ
Well, he was practically pouting the whole day.
It had been a nearly perfect set up to what could have been if you just allowed yourself to go for things but it didnât happen that way.
One random Tuesday night, Miyoung wanted to go out for some cheap drinks and you found yourselves at a bar not too far from campus where you ran into a senior in one of your classes. Yoongi had come up to you first, just greeting you and making small talk when Jungkook who apparently had come with him, recognized you too.
They drank with you and Miyoung for a bit and you honestly thought it had been fun. You had never had real conversations with him outside of school work and it was nice to have more people to hang with that it just felt natural. Though at some point through the night Miyoung had gotten kind of flirty. She claims she assumed you had wanted Yoongi and not Jungkook and practically called dibs on him despite meeting him for the first time that night.
When she made her intents obvious, you couldnât help but backtrack.
You always considered yourself pretty self aware about yourself. There was nothing special really and when you compare yourself to Miyoung there just isnât much competition.
She was the perfect Prom Queen type who always had the nicest clothes or the cutest boyfriends, the best awards and most interesting stories. The amount of guys she would pull who you didnât even have a chance with was insane. And though you might sound bitter, youâre not. Youâve never been the type to want the spotlight or attention and being best friends with someone so damn perfect was that you could always stay in the shadows.
So when she started flirting with Jungkook, you didnât really notice his awkward glances or how he shied away from her proximity. You only saw how he smiled politely and listened to her go on and on about how great she is and assumed he was into her like all the others had been.
You tried to act normal after that, you would talk to him every now and then and never questioned why he stopped talking to you as much until he started dating Miyoung but you werenât bitter. You were understanding.
It made sense he would date her. She was beautiful and smart and someone people pine for. It was a given that that would happen so once again, you didnât take it personal.
They dated for a couple months [nothing serious at all] and then he dumped her which resulted in Miyoung practically forbidding you from even looking his way at all. You completed your last year without thinking about him despite the various mutual friends you shared and went on with your life when he moved.
That was the backstory and why you felt so awkward seeing him the other night.
You havenât told Miyoung yet because thereâs a high chance she wonât care at all and would get annoyed that you even thought to bring it up. Your friend is very pretty and she likes being in relationships so sheâs been in quite a few since they dated and probably doesnât care to be reminded at all.
The only person youâve told is Taehyung.
âBut did you at least have fun?â He asked as the two of you sat at a small restaurant for lunch. You nodded your head, âYeah, it was alright. It was just weird, for me at least.â
âWhy?â Taehyung asked as he dug into his meal, stuffing his mouth with no care in the world, âI mean itâs obvious everyone was happy to see you and didnât want you to leave. Who cares if Miyoung didnât go, clearly it didnât matter to anyone else.â
You didnât say anything, taking your time to enjoy your meal as you drifted off in thought. He is right, you know that sometimes itâs just in your head and you overthink things. You always feel like youâre boring to others so itâs natural for you to assume no one would be happy to see just you and not your bubble of joy best friend. There has to be a certain level of comfort between you and another person to show personality and itâs rare people get to see it.
âBut howâd it go with that guy? Did he ask you about her?â Taehyung asked with a hint of curiosity.
âNot that I can remember. I donât know, it was kind of awkward but we talked a bit,â You told him honestly, âHe just moved back down so thatâs cool I guess.â
Taehyung looked at you skeptically but you avoided his gaze, trying to distract yourself with your phone.
yoongi: throwing a welcome back party for jk this weekend, u coming?
you: idk, if Iâm free
yoongi: ⌠ur always freeđ¤
yoongi: just say yes, bring whoever u want
you: but is he ok with me going
yoongi: y wouldnât he be
yoongi: heâs the one who asked me to make sure u come
you: okkkkkk đĽš
âTae, can you come with me to this party please?â You asked, immediately showing your friend your text messages leaning across the table for him to see them clearly.
Taehyungâs brows furrowed as he read through the texts carefully, âJungkook is the ex boyfriend, right? Whyâs he so interested in you going?â
âHeâs not,â you said, âHeâs probably just doing it to be nice, since everyone I know will be there.â
âWhat if heâs⌠yâknow, interested?â Taehyung asked curiously and you nearly choked on your drink.
âNo, oh my god,â You couldnât help but roll your eyes, âWe were just classmates and we stopped talking after he dumped Miyoung soââ
âYeah but did you ever stop to think âhm, Iâm the one who knew this guy first and then Miyoung went and snatched him from me before I even got a chance to exploreâ,â Taehyung said in a high pitched voice, presumably mocking yours. You reached over to playfully shove his shoulder making him grin mischievously.
âWhat? No, it wasnât like that at all,â You tried to say, âHim and I didnât even really talk until the night he met her at the bar and⌠no, thatâs crazy. He liked Miyoung right away.â
Taehyung just sighed, giving up on trying to get through to you, âIf you say so, but whoâs the one he approached first? Because I can tell you right now it wasnât her.â
Despite how he expresses himself when he talks about your best friend, he doesnât dislike her. He thinks Miyoung is alright, maybe a little too much for his tastes but that doesnât mean anything. He understands the two of you are really close and although he has had many chances to befriend her too, he just hasnât.
Heâll talk to her if you force them to hang out together but he would never go out of his way to be her friend. It might sound bad but Taehyung is pretty protective over you and rightfully so, he feels.
He doesnât want to badmouth one of his closest friends but you have a tendency to overthink things. You donât realize how great you are and make yourself seem smaller and he thinks Miyoung and other people like her in your life are at fault. Heâs heard some of the things she says to you and itâs like you hold her up so highly thereâs no room for you to see how pretty, smart, and talented you are. And before anyone gets the wrong idea, heâs not in love with you or anything.
Youâre too good for him so he gave up on that idea long ago.
Plus, now that heâs able to connect some of those pieces from when you were in Uni, some things are clicking into place for him. Miyoung tends to dim your light a bit, or copy something you do and claim it as her own and when he hears this little backstory between all of your old college friends⌠he just canât help but wonder if Jungkook was one of those things she claimed for herself.
With that thought in mind, he agreed to go with you to this party and see for himself what is there and what could be. He just wants whatâs best for you and for you to be able to go and get it without worrying youâre not good enough or stepping on anyoneâs toes.
When Friday night came, your apartment was filled with loud music and even louder complaints coming from one person in particular. Taehyung was just listening to you and Miyoung go back and forth about tonightâs plans and it got to the point where you couldnât say anything but the truth about what you would be doing tonight.
âItâs a welcome back party for Jungkook,â You said, trying your hardest not to let your voice sound strained.
âWhat? When did he get back?â Miyoung asked, sitting up from your bed and tossing your pillow off her lap, âLike he moved back?â
âYeah, I guess not too long ago,â You said with a shrug, looking in your mirror to see if you liked the way you looked or not, âI donât know, Yoongi is the one who invited me.â
âWhy didnât I know? Why wasnât I invited?â Miyoung asked, turning to Taehyung like he would have the answers.
âProbably because youâre his ex girlfriend and you ditched out on their little reunion so you could party,â Taehyung said, not bothering to look up from his phone.
âYeah but, whyâd they ask Y/n? Sheâs not even friends with him,â Miyoung said with a slight scoff, âYouâre not actually going right? We could go out, just the three of us. You already hung out with them, you and I havenât gone out in weeks, letâs just do our own thing. Unless youâre trading me in for all of them.â
You looked at her with apologetic eyes. Youâve been busy with work recently and she is right. The last people you hung out with aside from Taehyung were all of them two weekends ago so it would only be fair to hang out with her this time. It shouldnât mean anything that you were invited and that Jungkook wanted to make sure you were going. Miyoung was supposed to be your best friend so how could you go to a party she wasnât invited to?
Just as you were going to give in and shoot Yoongi a text that you werenât going to make it, Taehyung spoke up for you. âWhy donât you just come with? One of them said Y/n can bring whoever she wants and Iâm already going so itâs not like you have to be by yourself. Plus, arenât the rest of them supposed to be your friends too? Y/n already agreed.â
âWhy didnât you ask me first?â
âI didnât realize I needed permission,â You couldnât help but sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed to comfort her, âWe can just stop by, have a drink or two and leave if itâs lame. Come on.â
After much convincing, the three of you arrive at Yoongiâs place which was a small house with good outdoor space and the inside was packed with people already. The amount of party goers made you anxious but at the same time slightly thrilled that surely the attention would never be on you with so many people around.
âY/n! Miyoung!â Namjoon spotted you two first and he threw his arms around you both with a grin, âSurprised to see you here, Mimi.â
âYeah, probably because I was the only one not invited,â Miyoung said bitterly, making Namjoon take a drink from his cup and look away nervously.
âLetâs get you guys drinks then,â He said with an awkward clear of his throat looking to Taehyung, âWhatâs up, Iâm Namjoon.â
âTaehyung,â he said, following you to the drinks table. The music played loudly and there were a lot of people having a good time that it was somewhat easy to try and blend in and act normal. Miyoung had a pout on her face, looking around worried but Namjoon brightened her mood and every now and then another friend would stop by to greet her. Taehyung mostly clung to you and only drifted away when a friend would spark conversation with you but you were thankful he was around.
âY/n,â someone called out to you from across the room. You couldnât make them out through the crowd of people and it took a while before you spotted Jungkook making his way to your direction.
âJungkook,â you said with a nervous breath, looking around for Miyoung but she was off with Namjoon talking about god knows what.
âHow long have you been here? Why didnât you say anything?â Jungkook asked, slightly more energetic than usual. His hair was messy, with strands out of place, he wore a basic black tee and baggy jeans so why did he look good? Itâs still hard for you to wrap your mind around who this is.
Heâs gotten so muscular and just⌠more intimidating with his tattoo sleeve and piercings and itâs so unexpected but in a good way.
âI, um, you know, I just assumed you were busy,â you lied, looking around for one of your friends. Taehyung was at the table getting a drink and heâll be back soon to save you before Miyoung looks around.
Jungkook found himself looking around too, as if he could see what you did but he came up short, âDid you come with anyone?â
âYeah, Miyoung and a friend of mine,â you rushed the words out in hopes of sounding casual but Jungkook didnât even bat an eye.
âSo what are you doing alone?â He asked with a raised brow, taking a step closer to you, âActually, thereâs something thatâs been on my mind since last time I saw you and I uh⌠I havenât had the chance to say it.â
You blinked nervously, looking up at him and how close he was to you, âWhat is it?â
He licked his lips, playing with his lip rings shyly, âWell, I was wondering if you would like to get together some time, just you and I. Weâve never had the chance to hang out.â
âWeâre hanging out right now, arenât we?â You asked, feigning naivety that almost seemed teasing. In truth, you could sense what he was possibly asking and you needed him to stop. There was no reason for you two to hang out alone, no matter how much the thought made you giddy.
âI guess,â Jungkook couldnât help but let his eyebrows knit together in confusion. He took another step closer to you, hand on the wall behind you for support. , âBut I was still hoping⌠I know itâs probably kind of awkward but weâre grown, right? We can get together without worrying about anyone else.â
âWho says itâs because Iâm worried?â You asked with a hint of playfulness in an attempt to ease some of the growing tension caused by the way he looked at you, âWhere is this coming from all of a sudden?â
That made him crack a smile, âAll of a sudden?â
âYes, all of a sudden,â another voice added in from behind him and you jumped at the sound. Jungkook didnât bother to turn around, he was more focused on the way you tried to look behind him and meet Miyoungâs glare.
âWhereâd you run off to?â You asked, pushing past him making Jungkook slide his hand off the wall and roll his eyes at the disruption.
âSomewhere I felt wanted,â she said bitterly, eyes on Jungkook as she spoke to you, âLetâs go, Iâm bored.â
âI thought you were having a good tiââ
âIâm not, Y/n,â Miyoung almost snapped, âYou said we could have a drink and go. Weâve been here for like forever and I want to leave. Thatâs what we agreed on.â
âOkay, jeez, letâs go then,â You said with a sigh, âLet me find Taehyung.â
âGo, then,â Miyoung said, making you take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself she had a right to be upset. She didnât want you [as her best friend] talking to her ex boyfriend. And you did say you didnât have to stick around for longâŚ
âWhat?â Miyoung asked Jungkook with a roll of her eyes as she caught him staring, âDid I interrupt something?â
âYou still donât know how to speak to people like theyâre human beings,â Jungkook said simply, âAnd itâs sad to watch.â
âScrew you,â Miyoung scoffed, âYouâre just mad I stopped you from trying to ask my best friend out. My friends are off limits.â
âShe was my friend too,â Jungkook said as a reminder, âAnd I can do whatever I want. Youâre just childish.â
She snorted, âRight, says the guy who fumbled me.â
He couldnât seem to act mature anymore and before he stop himself he said, âRemember, youâre not the one I wanted anyway.â
He walked off without much care for how she felt and found his other friends, wondering who it was you ran off to find.
âTae, can we go now?â You asked your friend. Taehyung had found himself a group of people to entertain with his stories and had nearly forgotten who he had tagged along with until you pulled him to the side.
âUh, okay,â Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly, âWhat happened? I thought everyone was having a good time.â
âMiyoung wants to leave,â You said with a small sigh, âShe saw me talking to Jungkook and I just donât want it to become this big problem so can we please just go?â
Taehyung placed an arm on your shoulder, leading you to Miyoung who waited at the door, âYeah, sure letâs go.â
The car had only stayed silent for the first half of the drive to Miyoungâs apartment. Somewhere between the last red light and this short stretch of road, a fire had been lit underneath her which made her start up again.
âSo what was that back there?â Miyoung asked from the backseat and you debated just acting asleep or like you were too drunk to listen properly. She leaned forward, looking at you closely.
âWhat do you mean?â You asked nervously.
âYou know exactly what I mean,â Miyoun said with an annoyed tone, âFirst you get invited to a party for my ex boyfriend and next thing I know the two of you are whispering in the corner looking like youâre about to kiss and like Iâm not even in the room.â
Taehyung had to bite his tongue from responding, worried that if he spoke too soon it would only make you seem more weak to her antics. He just tapped his fingers against the window trying to keep silent
âMiyoung,â You started with a sigh, âYouâre overreacting. It was nothing, weâre friendsââ
âSince when?â Miyoung scoffed, âYouâre supposed to be my friend, Y/n.â
âI am,â You said defensively, âAnd if you want to talk about this tomorrow then thatâs fine but right now itâs late and weâve all been having a decent time so donât ruin itâŚâ
âY/nâs right, letâs end the night on a good note,â Taehyung finally said but he seemed to go ignored by you two.
âYouâre not though, real friends wouldnât flirt with their best friendâs ex boyfriendââ
âYou two dated for less than five months and it was years ago,â You blurted out, âI knew him before that so donât act like Iâm betraying you.â
âOh my god, I knew youâd still be bitter I started seeing him,â Miyoung said, suddenly making you hide your face in your hand from exhaustion. âI didnât know you had a thing for him back then. You shouldâve said something instead of holding it against me like you do everything else.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You couldnât help but scoff.
Miyoungâs eyes narrowed suspiciously, âYou know exactly what Iâm talking about and itâs not fair.â
Taehyung took a deep breath, fingers clenched around the steering wheel unable to bite his tongue any longer, âMiyoung I donât think youâre being fair. Youâre clearly drunk and you just want to argââ
âShut up, Taehyung,â She snapped, slurring on her words a bit and not even realizing the car came to a stop in front of her building, âIâm not even talking you and you can stop acting like Y/nâs bodyguard because last time I checked sheâs a grown adult who could speak for herself. God, I swear everyone is the same. Just because Y/n is boring and insecure, doesnât mean she doesnât know how to speak for herself.â
âGet out. Weâre at your place so just go,â Taehyung said, annoyed with the harshness she was projecting on you, âY/n might put up with you but I wonât.â
With an irritated scoff, she swung the back door open, âFine, screw you guys too.â
The door slammed shut as she stormed up to her apartment and Taehyung waited till she was gone to say, âFuck, what did that girl drink? Y/n, why do you put up with that? Hey.â
You stayed silent for a moment letting her words sink in. Whatever, she yelled and threw a tantrum, thatâs fine, thatâs normal. But she seriously thinks youâre just a bore and maybe youâre starting to believe it too. If it werenât for you always being cautious over how she might feel about you and what you do, you wouldnât seem so boring.
Or was that just how you were and now youâre trying to say itâs because of Miyoung? Jeez, you just canât seem to make up your mind about anything but all you know is that⌠youâre not boring. Well, you donât have to be. If she wants to think that always backing up whatever she says makes you boring, then maybe itâs time you just do what you want even if she doesnât like it.
âTae, can you do me a favor,â You finally said, making him look over at you curiously. The car is still parked in front of Miyoungâs place and heâs been waiting for you to speak anyway, âWhat?â
âTake me back to the party please.â
Miyoung was wrong, if you were boring itâs because she made you boring. Anytime you did anything on your own, she always had to ruin it and you just let her. You just let Miyoung monopolize your time and make you her right-hand in everything. Youâve never gotten the chance to truly put yourself out there because you firmly believed you didnât compare.
Maybe you needed to stop overthinking and just do what you want, be confidentâor at least act like you are.
âY/n! Youâre back?â Yoongi asked once you made it to the party again, âLet me tell you, I was mad because I thought you left before even talking to me.â
âIâm so very sorry,â You said playfully, âBut do you know where Jungkook is?â
He seemed to freeze up, surprise written on his face and he looked down at you questioning. You held his gaze, watching the wheels turn in his head before he was blurting out, âI donât know. The bathroom?â
You blinked nervously, letting him slip away from you when someone called for him and were left standing there. Your mind was racing with ideas yet you couldnât think of what to do.
What did you expect coming back?
What does this prove?
You feel anxious and insecure and maybe she was right, youâre boring and you donât even speak up or do anything exciting.
âJungkook?â You called out to him as you walked down the hall of doors, knocking or opening whichever door you landed on. You got to the last door with a bated breath, realizing itâs a bedroom and closed yourself in.
Your sense of bravado had been short lived. Whatever burst of confidence you had was completely gone now that you sat alone in the guest room contemplating just going home or not.
In all honesty, this was stupid from the very beginning. You let Miyoungâs words get to you and you acted before you could think. You didnât need to prove anything. Plus, you donât want Jungkook. Maybe once before you did⌠but not⌠anymore?
God, you felt like an idiot.
âY/n?â
Your heart dropped with a sense of disbelief as you looked up. The once pitch black room was illuminated by a block of light from the open bathroom door. Jungkook stood at the doorway, brows furrowed as he looked at who sat on the bed.
âJungkook,â you cleared your throat awkwardly.
âYouâre back?â He asked, looking you up and down with a hint of suspicion. You nodded your head silently, making him blink with confusion.
You stood up from the bed suddenly, âAre you done in there?â
âUh, yeah,â he moved out of your way, watching you closely as you closed the door in his face before he could say anything else.
Maybe this had been a sign that you didnât want to talk to him but he couldnât bring himself to leave the privacy in the bedroom to go out where everyone else was. He could hear the faucet running but oblivious to how you wet your face to try and snap yourself out of this strange mood before drying off. When you opened the door, you didnât expect to see him standing there right in front of you.
âEverything alright?â He asked, halfway in the doorway, walking forward making you step deeper into the bathroom.
âYeah, everythingâs great,â you said with a strained smile, backing away, âJustâwhat about you? Has it been fun, this is all for you, right?â
âI guess,â Jungkook shrugged, âBut it would have been more fun if you stayed.â
âGood thing I came back then,â you couldnât help but laugh nervously, leaning against the sink counter.
âGood thing,â Jungkook licked his dry lips, âY/n, about what I was saying earlier⌠I would honestly like for us together sometime, just the two of us.â
A small, shy smile appeared on your lips as you thought about earlier and repeated yourself playfully, âWeâre hanging out right now, arenât we?â
âI guess,â he blinked in confusion, looking down at you and struggling to keep his composure. Your response was a bit of a let down since he hoped you had come back to see him and he should have known better. You would never take him seriously after his mess with Miyoung and he was always reaching for the stars thinking it could work out.
Plus, youâre too good for him. You always have been.
He canât explain why, but heâs always felt a sense of ease with you, like everything was perfect. As shameful as it is to admit, Miyoung had reasons to be worried.
When they dated⌠well, it didnât stop him from thinking about you from time to time. Miyoung was aware of it too and he looks back on it now and realizes how wrong he was then. It was wrong for him to think about you when he was never able to have you, and he will be much less now.
âAm I wrong? Is it not just the two of us now?â You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat and looking to the bathroom door which was closed some time ago.
âY/n,â he said it softly but you could sense his warning tone, like you were going to get yourself in trouble. Jungkook wanted to believe you were aware of what this looked like yet he knew there was a chance you werenât. He couldnât just go for it.
He could not just go for it.
Not even if you looked up at him with a look in your eyes that said you might want him toâŚ
He could be dreaming it up.
Would you want him to?
No. No way, you would never, thatâs how this all started right? You wouldnât want him the way he wanted you and youâll go be with someone else while he beats himself up for another failed attempt. Heâs not in college anymore, he canât make the same mistakes.
You do not want him.
âY/n,â he said with a sigh, âI think we should get out nââ
It was soft but sudden. One second he was giving up on everything he had been hoping for and was ready to go on once again without telling you how he really felt. The next, your lips were on his, barely giving him a chance to feel the tenderness of it before pulling away with a gasp.
âJungkook,â you covered your mouth with your hand, âOh my god. Iâm s-sorry, I, that was not okay. I shouldnât have done that.â
You were rambling, apologizing for doing it without asking him first but in all honesty, he couldnât hear you anymore. There was a strange ringing in his ear that only seemed to stop when he grabbed your face in his hands, and pulled you into a real kiss.
To keep yourself from leaning back too far, you wrapped your arms around his neck and met him the rest of the way. You kissed him back with an equal sense of urgency that had his eyes falling shut and letting himself get lost in the moment. Your lips were soft against his own and his lip rings felt cold on your tongue the first couple times.
At one point you surprised him by nipping at his piercings with a soft tug and it had his hands tightening around your waist, using his strength to pull you onto the counter with ease. It made it easier to kiss you and he let the small sigh you let out guide his tongue between your lips. Your hands were in his dark hair, and you surprised him with the way you took lead of the kiss. It felt like he was melting into you and it was doing things to him.
âY/n,â he mumbled softly, âI want you so bad.â
You pulled back from him with widened eyes. It was the first time you heard him sound that way and you knew he meant it. He looked at you with an intense gaze and it felt good to be looked at that way by him. You wanted him too, right? Thatâs why you came back. That's why you were so upset back then. Why canât you have him now?
What was really stopping you?
Nothing.
The second time he kissed you, you didnât hesitate from doing more and it had his mouth dropping when he felt your hand trace down his toned chest. He let that feeling motivate his hands to do the same to you and they ran along your sides till he could feel your front. His hands slipped under your top and found your chest, gently reaching to touch you as he kissed you with his tongue.
Your fingers trailed down his navel to the waistband of his jeans, tugging softly and teasingly that you felt the way he sucked in a shaky breath. When he didnât pull away to tell you to stop, you took it as a sign to go a little farther and undo the button and zipper. Jungkookâs rough fingers caressed your breasts ever so softly but with an added pressure that made you let out a small sigh, especially when he ran his thumb over your nipples.
He released a light groan against your lips when you got more confident in your actions and slipped into the hem of his Calvin Kleinâs. You barely touched his growing member but you felt it harden against you, the more attention you gave to it and it was all just exciting to you. His kisses were needy and his rough hands felt so good against your sensitive buds that you couldnât hold yourself back. You wanted to make him feel good too and you could tell you were.
Jungkook helped you tug his jeans down enough for you to have more reign over him and you touched his bare dick so softly. The first touch was light and teasing, like you were still letting him get lost in the feeling before you actually did anything but it was soft that it made a tingle run down his spine. Goosebumps rose on his skin and blood ran straight to his cock making it easier for you softly palm him to full hardness.
You circled your fingers around his tip, softly running your thumb around the ring feeling him twitch with need and softly sliding down to his base.
His movement grew rougher, he was no longer softly caressing your breasts but more groping, never getting enough for the softness of them. When you began to stroke him gently, he found it hard to keep himself from digging his nails into your flesh to ground himself and it made a hand of his fall to your leg. His palm was wide and flat against your inner thigh, tracing his lips down your jaw and to your neck to try and distract himself from getting too lost into the feeling.
âFuck,â he huffed, licking his dry lips as he began to slowly fuck into your closed fist, deaf to the sound of music just outside the bedroom you two were hiding in. The bathroom felt even smaller at this point yet he couldnât bring himself to put a stop to it now. Especially not when your hand began to fuck his cock faster, with more vigor as he twitched in your hold making his nails dig into your thigh harshly.
Your skirt was scrunched up around your hips at this point and he could see the soft blue of your laced underwear and couldnât stop himself anymore. He had grown too curious to have you and with his hand so close already, he let his thumb trace along your covered folds.
They were already sensitive at this point and his sudden touch made your insides tighten with arousal, your back straightened in surprise and a light moan left your lips. The sound snapped his attention away from his own pleasure and when he did it again, he swallowed your moan with his mouth on yours.
He couldnât take thing slow anymore, especially not when his dick felt so close to the edge already and was trying not to cum all over your hand and so soon.
You were withering against him, squirming on the counter to feel more of his hand against your heat. Your fingers tightened in his hair when he reached under to the hem of your panties, pulling them down as far as he could. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he tugged them down your thighs. Jungkook pulled away from your lips with a slight groan as he brought his fingers to your lips. He pressed into your bottom lip watching close as you drew your mouth open and took them in. As you licked between two fingers, your handâs stroking sped up with more pressure that had him pushing them deeper down your throat.
When he pulled them out there was an obvious line of drool connecting his fingertips to your lips and he brought his hand between your legs once more. The mixture between his rough fingers and the slick that now coated them made a tingle run down your spine when they ran along your folds. You pinched the fabric of his shirt as he circled your hardening clit with his middle finger while his index finger began to tease your sensitive labor.
He ran the longer finger down your slit, dipping into the puddle of arousal that formed at your center before using it to wet your clit and massage you gently.
You looked into his eyes as he finally pressed his middle finger into your waiting cunt, giving you a second to respond and he couldnât help but let his lips slip open with heavy breaths. Your hand stopped its actions as you took in the feeling of him pulling out his finger before pushing it forward once more. Each time felt hotter than the last and it made him want to take things further. When he thought you adjusted enough, he teased the tip of his ring finger in with his middle one and kept a steady pace of thrusting.
At this point you began to stroke him again, rubbing against his mushroom tip where a thick vein was felt along the underside of it. Your hips had began to move with the motion of his hand and you were fucking his fingers into you while fucking his cock with a closed fist. The both of you were left speechless, unsure how long you had been locked away in the bathroom but not caring either.
You felt more impatient than him but you couldnât help it. You canât remember the last time you let someone else touch you and none felt quite like this. Jungkook seemed to know where to kiss, where to press or pay attention to and he never left a part of you untouched. Even now as he thrusted his fingers into you, his other hand was at your chest again, fingers pinching your nipple and tugging harshly but it brought little whines from your lips.
âJungkook,â You were breathlessly calling for him and youâre sure that if your back wasnât to the mirror, you would be able to see how desperate you looked to him. Your other hand was on his hips, pulling him forward in hopes of getting him to get the hint that you needed more, âFuck me.â
âWhat?â He asked with heavy breaths, looking down at the way the tip of his cock pressed against your inner thigh now, âReally?â
âPlease,â You found yourself begging, desperately begging for him to give you something and oh, how it worked.
His eyes rolled back at the soft sound of your begs and with a hand on your thigh, he pulled you harshly to the edge of the counter. He placed his hand over yours and stroked himself once, twice, to slick his member with your arousal and his own.
His cock was hot to the touch and pointed straight to your waiting entrance. He had made such a mess of you already that when he pressed his tip into your clit, it nearly slid down from how wet you are. You had to bite your lip to keep from whining too loud when he teased you with that repeated motion, wetting his tip more and feeling the way your walls tightened and released for him.
Your back was fully against the mirror now, legs open waiting for him and you were getting impatient. The anticipo had been building up for too long and you brought your hand between your legs. All it took was a soft push down for his cock to sink into your waiting pussy.
His jaw went slack at the sudden tightness of it, he hadnât expected it to be so snug. His tip barely pushed against the ring of nerves and your facial expression matched his own when he kept going. He held your thighs open, guiding himself in with a deep breath.
âFucking hell,â he growled lowly, hands trembling as he kept you open and ready to take him in. He looked up at your eyes, completely enamored by the way your features softened with pleasure. Your eyes were glazed over with obvious lust that made him want to just fuck you into oblivion.
âOh my god,â your hand circled around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy wet kiss that left him biting your lip softly. He groaned against your lips as he picked up the pace of his thrusting, letting his cock drag against your puffy walls so that you could feel every juncture on his length. Your back was arched into him, your chest nearly pressed against his and he snuck his arm around your waist to pull you firmly against him.
âThatâs it baby,â Jungkook groaned into your ear, gripping onto the counter with his free hand to fuck you better. You were on the edge of the sink and he bucked his hips up to reach that pleasure spot he had found with his fingers just moments ago and had you moaned loudly into his ear, âYou sound pretty, tell me how it feels.â
âFeels good,â you whispered softly against his neck, lips teasing kisses against his skin that made the veins in his arms bulge, âDonât stop, please.â
âNgh, Y/n, beg for me,â Jungkook said with a deep voice filled with lust as he fucked you with all his strength. There were too many layers of clothing between you but neither of you seemed to have the time or energy to tear them off. You were both too focused on the pleasure that came from feeling his skin against yours.
Your legs tightened around his waist forcing more of his length into your sopping cunt and his fingers pinched your sides roughly. Without thinking, Jungkook lifted you off the counter. You clung to him as he stepped back and he needed a second to just feel the way your pussy tightened around his hard, thick cock. He wanted to dig into your guts and it was nasty how badly he wanted to have you cum all over him.
It was so unexpected because you always came off as a quiet, reserved person but here you were letting him tear you in two with his fat dick. Jungkook used his strength to push you against the door, letting you drop onto his length before backing his hips up and pistoning them back into you.
âFuck, I canât,â your legs tightened around him with your face digging into his neck, âJungkook, baby, I canât.â
âYou can,â He whispered, pressing you firmly into the wall, âCome on baby, take it.â
âToo much,â You whined, squeezing your eyes shut as he picked up the pace and you searched around for something to hold. Your hand tightened around the doorknob, trying to anchor yourself as he fucked you so good you could barely focus on anything but the pleasure, âIâm so close.â
Jungkookâs hand held you firmly by the waist while the other cupped your ass, groping you harshly as he fucked you onto his length trying to make you cum, âCum baby, for me. Yeah?â
âYeah,â you moaned, âKiss me, please?â
He didnât hesitate to do so, kissing you with tongue as you clung to him, moaning into his ear and shaking slightly. His knees buckled tightly to hold you up and just as he gave one final thrust to the hilt, he felt your orgasm hit you.
Your walls tightened around him, nearly bringing him to his own orgasm before feeling his tip get flooded with your release. His thighs shook with the pressure of it and he felt his strength leaving him. His abdomen grew tense and he pushed you back to the counter where you let your head fall back with pleasure. You swallowed dryly, panting heavily, âOh my god.â
You were sweaty, tired and overall unsure what to think but your mind hadnât cleared yet. All you could focus on was the way Jungkookâs dick throbbed painfully hard when he pulled out of you with a slight pop. You eyed his red member, slightly hypnotized by how pretty it looked and you dropped to your knees wordlessly.
Jungkook watched you slip down on your knees in front of him and it took him a moment to process what was going on. He was hard, so fucking hard he couldnât think straight and it wasnât until your hands held his thighs, eyeing his cock hungrily did he realize what you wanted to do. He brought a hand fo attempt and gently brush your hair back, âY/n, baby, you donât have tâoh fuck.â
His jaw went slack when your hands circled his base, your lips on his tip and taking him down your throat suddenly. Your nose brushed against the base of his cock, eyes watering as you tried relaxing your throat around him and he nearly stumbled back with surprise, âY/n.â
You ignored his call of your name, and began to bob your head against his length, your tongue licking along the thick vein you discovered earlier and feeling his hands sink into your hair to guide you, âThatâs it, fuck.â
Jungkook looked at his reflection in the mirror, turned on by the way your head was seen bobbing against his length and his body was overheating so much he had to pull his shirt over his toned chest to cool down. It gave him a perfect view of the way his cock disappeared between your lips.
The thought of having you like this hadnât dawned on him yet but now he couldnât forget it. The memory would always be ingrained in his mind and although he doesnât know if heâll never get a chance to do this again, he couldnât hold it in any longer.
You gradually began to pick up the pace, using your hands to hold closed fists around his cock to help stroke what didnât fit in your mouth. You swallowed and bobbed around his dick hungrily, moaning around him and hollowing your cheeks when you would pull your head back until only his tip was between your lips.
As ashamed as he was to admit it, he wasnât going to be able to hold himself back anymore. Still wanting to warn you, he tried to guide your head off him, âIâm close.â
All it did was push you to take him deeper, stopping when he hit the back of your throat and sucked. Jungkookâs eyes squeezed shut with a loud growl as his orgasm hit him harder than it had in a very long time.
You coughed as his cum sprayed down your throat, thick and creamy with a bittersweet taste that you tried to lick up. You wouldâve cleaned him off fully despite his legs shaking but he pulled you off. He pulled his softening dick out of your wet mouth with a huff, panting heavily as he looked down at you.
âY/n,â his voice was dry, pulling you up to your feet, âThat wasâŚâ
He couldnât even get the words out as he watched you lick the corner of your lips and without thinking about it, he pulled you into a heated kiss. You kissed him back with need, moaning against him as his tongue circled around yours hungrily, not caring for the way he tased on you. You only broke away to catch your breath, realization dawning at you as you looked at his messy appearance that surely mirrored yours.
You sat against the counter for a moment, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook did the same. The two of you were silently readjusting your clothes again and you needed just a moment to yourself. He looked at you, buttoning his jeans back up, âIs everything⌠okay?â
âYeah, um, can I just get a minute,â You said with a hoarse voice trying to pretend like you couldnât see the way his shoulders slumped down. With a short nod of his head, he left the bathroom to let you wash up and for a moment you just looked at yourself in the mirror.
Your reflection looked different, maybe because what you had just done was so out of character and with your best friendâs ex but⌠why did it feel right?
Jungkook wondered what would happen now, if you expected him to leave the room or wait for you but he wanted to be with you. He didnât want to walk out and think that because he got something heâs been wanting for years now, heâll just leave. He knows the others are looking for him, mostly because heâs gotten a few texts now asking where heâs at but he canât bring it in himself to care. When you opened the bathroom door into the dark room, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, rushing to his feet, âAre you sure everything is fine?â
âYeah, yes,â you nodded stiffly, âIf you want to go out there with everyone else thatâs fine. I wonât be upset or anything.â
âWell, I was kind of wondering if you wanted to come back to mine?â
The first thing you noticed the following morning aside from the sun shining down on your face was the heavy arm across your waist. It made your eyes flutter awake with a small huff leaving your lips as you attempted to stretch your limbs but it tightened around you, securing you closer to Jungkookâs naked chest.
âMorning,â he mumbled sleepily into your hair as he hugged you closer.
âWhat time is it?â You asked awkwardly, trying to sit up making his arm slide to your hips instead. You reached for your cell phone, eyes widening by the number of text messages.
miyoung: bye I was drunkkkkkk đł
miyoung: did I 𤎠at all?
miyoung: r u alive
miyoung: helloooooooo
A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you read it over. Either she couldnât remember how upset she was in the car or sheâs going to pretend like nothing at all happened.
God, what did you do?
âY/n,â Jungkook grumbled tiredly, âLay back down.â
âI should go,â You bit your lip nervously. If Miyoung forgot what happened last night then maybe she forgot about Jungkook asking you and wonât know you⌠slept with him. Fuck, were you a bad friend?
He dated your best friend and dumped her out of the blue making it obvious he wanted nothing to do with her and here you are letting him fuck you in the bathroom. What did that make you? You had a poor lapse of judgment last night, you acted out of character and hadnât been behaving like yourself at all.
âWhy?â He sat up suddenly, âYou donât work today, right? Why donât we go grab breakfastâwell, brunch.â
You looked down at him, unable to stop yourself from taking in his appearance. He had bed hair, no shirt on and his blanket draped over his waist. He failed to take off his jewelry last night so he still wears silver chain necklaces around his neck and leather bracelets. You couldnât possibly spend time with him still. It wasnât right, right?
Just as you were ready to give him your answer, your phone began to vibrate with an incoming call. You looked down at the screen and a picture of you and Miyoung displayed on the screen that had Jungkook huffing quietly and laying back down, close to giving up.
In all honesty, you werenât in the mood to talk to her. It still bothered you by how harsh she was last night but thereâs a chance she doesnât even remember and⌠âHello?â
âTell me why I have a raging headache when I barely drank last night?â Miyoung said immediately once the call went through, âItâs your fault yâknow for upsetting me.â
You couldnât see her but she was walking on a treadmill in her apartment acting like everything was completely normal. Jungkook didnât care for your conversation either but he was focused on the way you looked first thing in the morning.
You looked cute, undeniably cute with circles under your eyes and a disheveled appearance. You wore an oversized shirt of his so you wouldnât have to sleep in such uncomfortable clothes and he loved it. You looked good in his clothes.
Without thinking, he sat up and pressed his lips to yours in a short and surprising kiss. You flinched back with confusion, nearly dropping your phone in the process but he backed away with a small smile. You tried to glare at him but you couldnât stop from smiling and it annoyed you when he placed a gentle kiss against your neck that made you feel flustered. You almost forgot you were on the phone when he leaned in for a kiss again and one you would surely grant.
âBut I forgive you,â Miyoung said suddenly.
âWhat?â
âI forgive you, Iâm over it,â Miyoung said with a shrug you couldnât see, âOur friendship means more to me than Jungkook and I know you would never do anything that you know would upset me so⌠itâs whatever. In the past.â
âWait,â You held up a hand to Jungkook as you said it to the both of them, âWhen did I apologize?â
He stopped immediately, looking at you with concern as Miyoung went on, âI mean, we both know you were going to. Iâm just letting you know itâs alright.â
âNo, Miyoung, I wasnât going to,â you couldnât help but scoff, âI havenât done anything wrong.â
Technically.
Jungkook raised his brows, surprised by your tone and a little turned on? Was that okay to say?
âI didnât mean it like that, but you know⌠you were flirting with the guy who dumped me,â Miyoung said, âItâs fine, whatever, you want to flirt with Jungkook, I donât care anymore I just thought I meant more to you as a friend.â
You didnât say anything for a moment as you looked down at Jungkook who couldnât seem to go more than a minute without attention. He had your free hand in his measuring your size difference and you released a sigh, âYou know what, Iâm kind of busy right now so Iâll call you later.â
Miyoung wasnât able to get a word in before you ended the call, turning your attention to Jungkook, âYouâre getting me in trouble, sir.â
âIâm terribly sorry,â he said, biting back a grin, âHow should I make it up to you? Brunch?â
âYouâre still thinking about that?â You asked with a slight laugh.
It was strange trying not to let your best friendâs feelings bring you down too.
âIâm hungry,â Jungkook said, hand on his toned stomach for detail.
âI donât have clothes or, I donât know, a toothbrush,â you couldnât help but sound sarcastic, falling back on the bed with an arm on his chest.
âDonât worry, I got you.â
In the end you caved to his incessant begging and found yourself dressed as casual as ever with an oversized tee and the skirt you wore last night clashing horribly. The only thing that had you regretting it was what stood [parked] in front of you.
âYouâre not serious, are you?â You asked as you watched him walk up to you with a helmet in his hands, âI canât get on that.â
âYou can,â Jungkook said, putting it over your head, âIâm a very safe driver.â
âWhat about your car?â You asked nervously as he buckled[?] you into the head gear, âCanât we just go in that.â
âWe can but that wonât impress you,â Jungkook snorted a laugh as he got his own helmet on, âCome on Y/n, I wonât kill you, donât worry.â
With a small sigh you nodded, letting him lead you to the bike and he swung a leg over to straddle it and patted the seat right behind him. Frankly, you didnât care that you were in a skirt. You know that thereâs an appropriate way for people in skirts to straddle something but you cared more about living so you straddled it the way he did. Jungkook couldnât help but smile as he felt the softer touch of your hands on his waist and without saying a word, he pulled you into him suddenly. Your chest was pressed to his back and your arms snug around his waist.
âAtta girl, no time to be shy now,â he chuckled, feeling you smack his arm playfully.
If he were being honest, he liked this side of you. Heâs never seen it before and it was breathtaking and enjoyable. Before when you were just classmates you were still stand offish from him and the only night he got you to open up was the first time he ran into you and met Miyoung. It was short lived and once he dated her, he rarely got to see you alone.
When he got back, you would barely even look at him yet whatever spurred last nightâs events seemed to open up new possibilities for you two. You havenât talked about what happened but heâs expecting it almost excitedly.
Jungkookâs hand ran up your thighs, securing you to him as he started up the motorcycle, feeling the smoothness of your leg and teasing the end of your skirt with a small tug, âReady?â
He felt you squeeze harder before taking off.
The cafe was small and filled with warmth making this feel oddly close to a date⌠which is probably because it was? Youâre still not sure how to take it.
âDid I really get you in trouble?â Jungkook asked as he cut his breakfast sandwich in half before doing the same with yours. When you looked at him he looked concerned by the notion. You didnât have to ask to know what he was referring to and you couldnât help but sigh, âNot really, sorry, it was more my fault than anyââ
âWhy though?â Jungkook cut you off, âWhy is it always your fault? You canât talk to me now?â
âYou know we didnât just talk,â you bit your lip nervously. You couldnât meet his gaze and he didnât like that.
He huffed in annoyance, âBut she doesnât know, or does she? I mean, what does it matter?â
âYou dated. Sheâs my best friend and it bothers her, I already feel guilty for what happened last nightânot that I regret it, donât get me wrong but⌠well, itâs just confusing and it upsets her,â You rambled, still defending Miyoung even when she was slowly getting under your skin.
âWe dated so long ago, it was such a short fling,â Jungkook said with a laugh as he went back to eating, âAnd she dumped me so why does it matter if you and I get together?â
âI donât know, I just⌠sheâs my best frieâwait, what did you say?â You met his stare suddenly making him set down his coffee cup to answer.
âShe dumped me so why canât you and IâŚâ he stopped. Did you mean for him to repeat the part about being with you? Did you want him to say it again, maybe use the right words this time?
Why is he saying Miyoung dumped him? You remember the day exactly.
Miyoung called you while you were studying in the library late one night, not fully in tears but clearly under duress and she couldnât stop herself from letting her emotions get to her. She went on to tell you how Jungkook dumped her suddenly over a phone call because he wasnât interested anymore and was just using her or something.
You remember because you left the library to go comfort her and you almost ran into him on campus and he wouldnât even look you in the eyeâŚ
He dumped her because he got bored, thatâs why she asked you to stop talking to him. He was just like every other guy according to her and you owed her the promise to avoid him. It was you who introduced them anyway andâŚ
Why is it that any guy youâve ever thought youâve liked would fall for her instead, only to dump her and in return make her ask you to not speak to them again?
Jungkook wasnât the first so when she asked you to avoid him, it bothered you a little but you soon got over it and did as told.
You always do as told without questioning it.
âYou broke up with her.â
He chuckled, shaking his head no, âI was going to but she beat me to it. I donât know how honest you want me to be this early in the day.â
âTell me,â you urged him on.
âI wanted to break up with her but I had this sick feeling that I wasnât going to be able to talk to you as much anymore or it would be awkward so I stuck it out,â Jungkook said it with a shrug, âBut then she dumped me and suddenly you wonât even look at me so it was worse for me, I guess.â
Your eyebrows stitched together with confusion, âWhat are you saying? Why did you care if I talked to you or not? You went for Miyoung the second you met herââ
âThatâs not true, actually,â Jungkook confessed, deciding if you wanted honesty he would give it even if it embarrassed him, âI wanted you.â
âAnd when I met her, I was obviously there at the bar trying to talk to you but she kept butting in and next thing I know, you were off talking to Yoongi and ignoring me,â Jungkook went on, âTo be honest, I was kind of insecure back then, like really insecure and I was trying to get you to notice me but everytime someone would cuââ
âJungkook, stop, I just⌠no, you did not like me, you dated Miyoung,â You cut him off, fidgeting in your seat anxiously, âItâs fine, itâs in the past.â
âNo itâs not fine and I asked how honest you wanted me to be and you told me to tell you so Iâm going to,â Jungkook said more seriously, âI was insecure, alright? I had just moved to the city and I shared class with this pretty, incredibly smart girl who would barely give me any time of day. Honestly it was kind of depressing, I was kinda depressed at the time and I needed a boost to talk to you so I asked Miyoung and⌠she said you were into someone else so I was pretty bummed out. Then sheâs kind of just everywhere and she actually tries to talk to me so when she asks me out, I say yes but I realize I still have to see you.â
âAnd I liked being around you even though I probably shouldnât have because technically I was dating her at this point and I realized that I practically screwed up whatever chance I might have had with you,â Jungkook couldnât stop himself anymore. He was saying whatever was on his mind, barely giving you time to process any of it before continuing, âYes, I know itâs fucked up because whenever I thought it might work and I might catch real feelings for her, you would came around and they just went out the window. So it was getting harder and harder to keep pretending and I wanted to break up with her but I was worried you wouldnât talk to me anymore.â
âShe beat me to it and dumped me because she was bored and I was relieved, honestly, but then I see you on campus and you canât even look at me anymore,â Jungkook cleared his throat, âThen life went on, I moved away, moved back, ran into you again andâŚâ
âAnd what?â You asked breathlessly, lips dry and completely frozen in your seat.
He looked at you warmly, âI found you, everything just came back and I knew I didnât want to lose you a second time. I wanted to ask you out the first night at the bar but you didnât even want to talk to me so I tried again last night and you were so ready to blow me off when Miyoung came along. I donât know what made you come back to the party and I donât want you thinking Iâm some sleazy guy who acts like that with just anyone. I was just⌠it was unexpected and I had been waiting years for something to happen between us.â
Suddenly, this didnât feel like an easy brunch inside a warm and cozy cafe anymore. In all honesty, it felt a little suffocating now and you donât know how to explain it, but you didnât want to be here. So much has just been thrown at you and you donât think you can handle it all.
What did he mean that he liked you first?
Why had Miyoung told him you were into someone else? You learned to stop sharing who you liked with her so long ago and had never once told her anything like that in school. Why couldnât she just have asked you? Why did she ask him out after he made it known he wanted you?
You donât care that he said yes, that really was in the past for you. Now youâre more focused on why someone who was supposed to be your best friend would act so sneaky? What did she gain from it?
Why did she lie and say he dumped her? Was it just so she can paint him as a villain and make you not want to talk to him anymore? Why would she do that?
âY/n?â He called your name waiting for you to respond to him but you just sat there stunned, âIâm sorry, I know I was a piece of shit for dating her when I wanted you buâY/n.â
Your mind is filled with questions that you couldnât answer and it was overwhelming. The cafe felt suddenly overwhelming and you just had to get out of there, so you did.
âEarth to Y/n, I donât know how long you plan on ignoring the world but I know youâre not too busy with work to ignore your friends.â
Tacky, Taehyung was so very tacky leaving a concerning voicemail. Who left voicemails these days?
And he was being dramatic, heâs acting like youâve fallen off the face of the Earth but thatâs not true. Youâve just been holed up at either the office or your home for the past week, avoiding any call or text from anyone so you could be alone with your thoughts.
Alright itâs been over a week, almost two and maybe it is a little concerning but youâre telling yourself youâre just being dramatic.
âY/n you better open the door before I break it down,â Taehyungâs muffled voice boomed from the other side of your front door and you begrudgingly went to let him in.
âRelax, Iâm not dead,â You muttered under your breath as you let him in.
âDamn near!â Taehyung said loudly as he let himself through the door, âWhat is up with you? You havenât responded to any text I was beginning to get worried.â
âSorry,â you mumbled as you flopped down onto your couch, âIâve just been tired.â
âToo tired to answer the phone?â Taehyung asked sitting down next to you, âMiyoung, I get. Ignore her all you want but me? What did I ever do to you? Whatâs up with you? I havenât talked to you since the party. Did something happen?â
With a small sigh, you let your head rest against the back of the couch, âI slept with Jungkook.â
âReally?â Taehyung seemed genuinely surprised, âSo fallout with Miyoung Iâm assuming? Look, I personally donât get why you try to make her happy but sheâll get over it. Did you like it? Like him?â
âYes, I donât know, Iâm confused, I donât know what to believe anymore,â you admitted, âAnd I feel so dumb because this shouldnât be a big deal.â
âAlright well I need you to rewind and explain things better so my pea brain can handle it,â Taehyung made himself comfortable, âYouâve gone Ghost for over a week, I want to know why. Was it because of Jungkook? Miyoung? If you think sleeping with him makes you a bad friend theââ
âSheâs a liar,â you cut in, âAnd it shouldnât bother me so much because sheâs my best friend but thatâs why it bothers me, Tae. Iâve known her for so long, and Iâve always tried to be a good friend to her but it was never enough. So I tried harder and harder because who else would be there for me like her but⌠now that Iâm looking back on it, I donât think sheâs ever cared about me as much as I care about her and it sucks, honestly.â
Taehyung wanted to tell you so many people cared about you but he wanted you to say whatever you needed to say first.
âYou know what Jungkook said? He said Miyoung knew he apparently liked me before and still asked him outâand lied about how I felt about him,â You said, âAnd okay, why would I fight over a guy with my best friend but now that Iâm thinking about it⌠itâs fucked up right? She lied that he dumped her and begged me to avoid him. You saw how she acted the other night just because he talked to me. What was that about?â
You werenât going to go into full detail about the past because you owed Jungkook enough to not tell Taehyung about everything he said but he needed context.
âAnd I know itâs in the past so I should just move on but I canât,â You admitted, âI still like him but if I⌠I get with him Miyoung would never let me forget that she dated him first, even if he liked me. Itâs just all so confusing and overwhelming and it sucks that Iâm letting it get to me like this but⌠itâs not fair.â
Once again, Taehyung didnât say anything but he could tell you were feeling emotional by the way your voice began to shake.
âI like him, and not in the way I liked him before but I like this new him too, and itâs not fair that even if she lied or even if she snaps at me about shit that doesnât matter, I will still feel guilty,â You finished.
âY/n,â Taehyung cleared his throat, âObviously I donât know everything that happened back then but⌠I think that if you feel for him what he feels for you, it shouldnât matter what she says. And honestly, I just⌠I wish you could see that there are so many people who care about you so much and you donât have to put up with being belittled by someone who is supposed to be your best friend just because you have history. It doesnât matter if itâs in the past, if itâs upsetting you now then clearly it still matters so donât try to downplay your emotions.â
âBut sheâs my best friend,â your lip quivered.
âThen what am I?â He forced his lip to quiver as well.
âYouâre my best friend too,â you sniffled.
Taehyung mimicked your expression, âThen as your best friend, Iâm telling you to stop trying to make excuses for people who donât treat you rightâand go fix it with this guy.â
âBuââ
âY/n, I know you,â Taehyung sighed, âAnd I know that youâre not going to do anything if you think it upsets her but she doesnât deserve a friend like you. You deserve to go be with whoever you want. I donât care about what she says and at this point neither should you. I know that right now itâs confusing and youâre overwhelmed but if youâve been ignoring me youâve been ignoring himâI hope because if itâs just me thatâs coldâand if the girl I had feelings for ghosted me⌠Iâd be hurt.â
Jungkook was not hurt. He was⌠y'know, perfectly fine and thatâs what he kept telling himself. Itâs not like you made any real sign of feeling something for him too after hooking up and maybe that had just been a casual, one time thing. He can handle that, heâs grown.
Sure, he sort of spilled his damn heart out to you just for you to storm off on him and not reach out to him in days but heâs not bothered by it at all. Thatâs why when his two closest friends called Saturday night asking him to go clubbing⌠he said yes.
It was a chance to possibly let it go, forget it even, but it wasnât easy. He was aware that he was possibly reading too into what happened the other night but could you blame him? Youâre suddenly all about him and spend the night at his place where you wake up in his arms before going out to eat. It was like the perfect set up for a what if yet it went all wrong. Clearly it was his fault for being hopeful.
âSo who else did you say is meeting us here?â Jungkook asked Hoseok for confirmation as he passed him a drink. The music played loudly in his eardrums that it was borderline painful and he wanted to leave more than anything but there was that stupid what if in his head.
âJiminâs joining later on and so is Namjoon and his girl,â Hoseok said as he made sure everyone else had what they ordered, âOh, and Y/n too, I think.â
âY/n?â Jungkook tried clarifying. Hoseok smiled, âI know, itâs weird, Y/n seriously rarely comes out but all of a sudden sheâs starting to more. I mean, lately she has, probably since around the time you got back?â
Jungkook let his friend go off to do whatever he wanted while he stood there seemingly frozen. Tonight would be the first time in days that he sees youâtalks to youâand heâs not sure how to handle it. Thereâs nothing he can do about it either because he hasnât confided in anyone yet but itâs painfully obvious that heâs waiting for you.
Yoongi noticed first, like he usually did, and tried talking to him, âWhatâs up with you? Youâve been antsy since the party, will you finally tell me where you ran off to?â
âYeah man, donât think we didnât notice when you disappeared,â Jin said with a slight wink, âWe just want to know with who.â
âY/n.â
He could see you from the corner of his eye when you joined them at a table they had found. You came with Jimin by your side and a shy smile on your face. He assumed it was Hoseok who had screamed your name considering how he hogged your attention with a huge grin and Jungkook felt nervous all of a sudden.
As embarrassing as it was, Jungkook had nearly forgotten what he was asked until he looked back at Yoongi and Jin who looked at him expectantly. A nervous laugh escaped his lips as he shrugged, âDid you guys miss me too much?â
âSneaky guy, donât change the subject,â Jin laughed before letting Jungkook shift his attention back to you, making it painfully obvious where he was focused.
You felt a little nervous to be out tonight but after what you had talked about with Taehyung, you knew he was right. You acted strange with Jungkook after he opened up his side of things to you and it was plain wrong. Part of you isnât even sure if heâs actually interested or not since he didnât reach out to you this week and it made you wonder if he was really upset.
And if he was, would that mean that he didnât want to speak to you?
âI need a drink,â you mumbled to yourself more than to the others but it made a good excuse to at least try. You looked at Jungkook for the first time since you got there and cleared your throat to awkwardly ask, âJungkook, do you mind going with me?â
âGet me another, will ya?â Yoongi asked with a sudden wink that made Jungkook do a double take. Was he winking over the drink or him leaving with you?
He nodded his head in response and without question followed you to the bar once more. The bar was packed from all sides and Jungkook had to fight his way to the counter working as a barrier from people pushing at you. If he were to be honest, he wanted to skip the questions and get close to you again but he had to stay strong. He needed answers, right?
âAre we good?â Was the only thing he could think to ask.
You looked at him warmly, sitting down on the stool at the counter with him standing close to you, his hand itching to reach for you. Your lip caught between your teeth as you nodded, âAre we?â
For some reason he didnât expect to be asked that back. It made him wonder if he thought you were. It was undeniably embarrassing to have you walk out on him like that after he thought it had been going good but did that mean he was truly upset with you?
âYeah,â he nodded stiffly, blinking nervously and looking to the bartender who noticed them a while ago but had to attend to earlier customers first, âBut uh, I guess I am just a little confused by it all. Did I do something to upset you? Was it what I said?â
âNo, no, Iâm sorry, it wasnât you,â You blurted out, âIt was me, I wasnât thinking straight and I feel really bad about leaving like that.â
âThen why didnât you just call or even text me?â Jungkook asked honestly, âI⌠I think thatâs what bothered me the most.â
You looked down at your hands, âI'm sorry. I didnât talk to anyone, seriously, and I did think about reaching out to you but I donât know, Iâm really bad at explaining things.â
âWell can you try? I know it was sudden but I thought it had been going good,â Jungkook said and the longer he tried getting to the bottom of this, the more annoyed he felt that you couldnât just say it, âI think Iâve made it clear now how I feel about you and all Iâm asking is for you to do the same.â
âIâyes,â you stumbled over your words, âI mean, Iâm trying to be clear now but Iâm doing a shit job at it. I did have a good time with you but it was honestly, really out of character for me to yknow⌠and then the whole Miyoung thing and Iâm sorry but it was just a lot all at once. Itâs definitely not fair to you that I acted that way, but I do have feelings for you.â
He let out a sigh, feeling unsure how to take it and stuck between wanting to smile in relief and wanting to be upset. You didnât text him, nothing. How is that fair? He wanted to reach out to you but after the way you left he thought he would just make it worse if he kept bothering you. The bartender finally got to you two and he let you speak first as he tried gathering his thoughts a little more.
âBut what does this mean?â Jungkook asked now, âI want you and you want me, right? So, what does this mean Y/n because right now Iâm still confused by it all. If itâs because of Miyoung thenââ
âNo, itâs not, honestly,â You said, reaching for him, pinching the bottom of his shirt between your fingers to pull him toward you, âI don't care what she thinks anymore, I like you and I should have just said that from the beginning.â
The pull was harsh and had him looking down with his lips slightly parted in surprise, âY/n, youâre not being fair.â
You knew it. You knew you probably ruined your chance now and coming to see him had just been a waste. You nearly let go of him when he continued, âYou canât ignore me and walk out on me and then just tell me you want me too, expecting everything to be fine.â
He had to be tough. He canât just let it go even though youâre saying everything he wants to hear.
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry,â you said with a slight frown, âI can leave if you want me to.â
âUgh,â he groaned, unable to help himself anymore as he closed the distance between you two. He circled an arm around you and pulled you into a hug, âWhy would I want you to leave when Iâve been waiting for you to get here?â
âWhat?â You asked, hands finding his waist as he held you, âI thought you were mad.â
âI was,â Jungkook said, âSo you donât know how annoyed I am with myself right now. All it takes is for you to sweet talk me a bit and give me those eyes of yours for me to fold, thatâs embarrassing.â
âJungkook,â you said, âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have walked out like that. I should have texted you and if you want to be mad, I get it. If you want to think it over anââ
âAnd what if I donât?â He asked looking down at your pouty lips and glossy eyes, âWhat if I just want to let it go and be with you without any more problems? Can I do that?â
His tone was surprisingly firm and you couldnât do anything but nod, âOkay.â
It didnât change the fact that you still felt bad because it seemed like you were being let off the hook easily but what else could you do? Jungkook really did seem ready to move past it and thatâs why you came here in the first place. You just hadnât expected it to be so easy and it made you feel bad.
When your drinks were ready, you opened up a tab despite his protests to just put it on his and the two of you got back to the group like nothing had happened. There was still a lot that needed to be talked about before you told anyone about what happened but itâs not like they were all oblivious.
Jimin, for instance, had been keeping an eye on you two at the bar since you left and had seen the majority of your conversation but he didnât bring it up. Instead he watched silently for your little glances in each otherâs direction and shy smiles. It was obvious to Yoongi too that Jungkook was in a much better mood now than earlier and it wasnât hard for him to figure out why.
Perhaps for the same reason you had suddenly started joining them more often, being more comfortable too.
It had been a slow start for the two of you after the night at the club. Neither one of you seemed to want to rush into things but at times there was a strong pull. Tonight was going to be your first official date but you were keeping that information to your friends until you figure out if this works or not.
Jungkook picked you up from your apartment and drove to a nice restaurant where the two of you sat for dinner. He was very attentive to you, making sure your glass was always full and all your needs met and it was a surprisingly good feeling to be taken care of this way. Youâve dated in the past but you canât say youâve always chosen the right ones. You had a tendency to lean toward the ones who were overly forward with you because in your mind there was no doubt they liked you.
At first it would be nice but then you would realize that it was more of a conquering feeling to them than actually wanting to be with you and you would be left heartbroken. Thatâs part of why you rarely put yourself out there.
Jungkook is different though, he always has been. When you first met him he was forward but aloof. You never expected him to actually like you because you couldnât see the signs clearly and the way things turned out it just never worked. Now that heâs been back heâs almost like an entirely different person in the sense that heâs ready to go for what he wants and itâs sort of admirable.
If you had been able to do that back then maybe you would have had him sooner but there was no point in dwelling in the past. He was here now and so were you. Honestly, knowing that there's something thatâs been brewing between you two for a long time made it easier to feel confident around him.
âWhy are you so pretty?â Jungkook couldnât help but ask even if his mouth was full. He was trying not to smile too as he said that.
âOh my god,â You felt your face heat up, tempted to hide behind your hand. It took you a moment to think of a response and it was surprising for the both of you to hear you say, âWhy are you?â
Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly in hopes of not seeming too affected by your words. It didnât work and he broke out into a grin, âI wasnât expecting that.â
Dinner was filled with small flirting here and there. Itâs crazy how well you and him seemed to get along when you stopped worry about other things. He made you smile, really smile and you made him feel giddy whenever he talked to you. He wanted to spend his night with you and nobody else.
âAre we going to meet with everyone else after this?â You asked as he pulled your chair out for you and you got up from the table. After some back and forth arguing, he eventually took care of the bill despite your protests and the night felt near its finish much to your disappointment.
It was the weekend and youâve been trying to go out with your friends more and they had asked to meet up laterâbut both you and Jungkook had to tell them maybe.
âDo we have to?â He asked, taking your bag in one hand and holding yours with the other, âYou think theyâll get a little suspicious if weâre both gone?â
You walked with him across the restaurant toward the entrance. You werenât paying much attention to the people you passed, âIâm sure they know.â
Your response surprised him a bit and he couldnât help but ask, âReally? Has it been that obvious?â
âYeah, Jimin called me out on it the other night,â you shrugged, reaching for your bag to look for chapstick while he led you to the front. You couldnât meet his eyes because you sensed where this was going.
âWhatâd he say?â Jungkook asked slowing his pace for you.
You blinked nervously, distracting yourself with your lipbalm as you tried sounding casual, âHe asked why we were being so sneaky at the bar.â
Jungkookâs eyes widened slightly, opening the door for you as he said, âDamn, what did you say?â
âI said because weâre together.â
You tried being slick about it and slide past him without much attention but it was useless. He stood in front of you with a smile on his face, âOh, we are? I donât remember you clarifying that. Can you remind me when you asked me to be your man?â
âOh god, donât act like that,â you whined shyly.
âIâm sorry baby, I gotta hear you say it with your own words. Whatâd you tell him?â Jungkook blocked your path, hands finding your waist and keeping you from running. He liked making you flustered and you had no idea how you left him with a racing heart.
You pouted, looking at him seriously, âJungkook.â
The two of you stood outside the restaurant looking like a playful couple that maybe had one too many drinks but it was all Jungkookâs fault. He wouldnât let it go to rest and even had the nerve to smirk as he teasingly said, âThatâs not how you say âBoyfriendâ.â
âYouâre ridiculous, we talked about this,â you said, focused on his chest to hide your embarrassment.
Jungkook just grinned mischievously, âWhat did you tell him?â
âI said you were my boyfriend,â you mumbled into his chest.
âYour what?â He asked trying to step back and get a good look at your face, âCome on baby, donât get shy on me now.â
You whined, âJungââ
âYour what?â He was laughing now, not caring for whoever might pass them and stare because he felt good. Too good to be affected by a strangerâs judgement.
âMy boyfriend,â you sighed with embarrassment, âYou heard me the first time, goof.â
âThatâs what I thought, alright, you ready to go?â He asked with a chuckled as he took your hand in his ready to walk with you to the car.
âY/n?â
You both stopped in your step, wondering if it really was your name you had heard. You looked back toward the rest, eyes threatening to widen with surprise as you looked at the person who stood at the entrance. She was with a group of people all headed inside but when she saw you, she stopped.
âMiyoung, hey,â You cleared your throat awkwardly, your demeanor changing completely.
âHey, what are you doing here?â She asked as her eyes trailed behind you where Jungkook was looking at you with worry and confusion. He wanted to make sure everything would be alright, knowing how Miyoung would react. He didnât want your good night to be ruined over something petty.
âWhat do you mean? Iâm uh, I was just having dinner,â you said stiffly, looking back at Jungkook which proved to be a mistake because it seemed to solidify his presence to her.
âWith jungkook?â She asked with a snappy tone. Miyoung shooed away her friends, telling them to go in without her as she approached you.
âYeah.â
âWhy?â Her brow arched with amusement, clearly ticked off and in disbelief by what she saw before her. Like usual, the situation seemed much worse than it really was.
It was time for you to be up front. Whatâs the point in putting yourself out there and letting yourself open up to him if you wouldnât have the courage to make it known? You swallowed dryly, âBecause weâre⌠dating.â
Jungkook had stepped back from the situation, not wanting to worsen it so he stood off by a light post not too far for a smoke break. He tried distracting himself with lighting his cigarette but he couldnât help but freeze up when you said that. It brought a shy smile to his face as he waited for you to finish.
âNo, youâre not,â Miyoung scoffed looking back at Jungkook as if betrayed by him too. You blinked with confusion, what did she mean youâre not? Did she expect you to be joking or back down? âWe are.â
Miyoung stood in front of you now, slightly taller, âY/n, youâve been ignoring me for weeks and now youâre saying youâre dating my ex boyfriend? What kind of friend are you?â
This time it was you who scoffed lightly, looking away from her to try and process what you would say but you had spent too much time already trying to think it over, âThe thing is, um, Iâve been kind of wondering the same about you.â
âMe?â She looked down at you genuinely taken back, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and tried to gather the courage to just say it. You could feel Jungkook around, listening but giving you space and it was like a push start for you to say what was really on your mind, âIâm just tired of feeling like Iâm the only one who puts effort into being friends and I donât see the point in always fighting. Weâre not together, we donât have to be friends if it always has to be some sort of argument. Itâs getting tiring at this point and I think maybe itâs best we just distance ourselves from each other.â
âYouâre kidding, right? Iâm like the only person who really cares about you, Y/n. Donât act stupid.â
Although that made Jungkook want to intervene and tell her how very wrong she was, he didnât. He didnât want to speak for you. He knew you could speak for yourself and he should let you, even if he was itching to cut in.
âNo, I donât think you are. I know you think you are so you always tell me you are, but youâre not. People like me for me and not just because Iâm friends with you,â you said coldly and your tone was definitive it left her speechless. It had to be one of the first times you were ever remotely close to snappy with her and she didnât expect it.
âI know itâs hard for you to think of me as my own person but I donât have to do what you want,â You said, âAnd I think you only boss me around and act sneaky behind my back because youâre threatened by me.â
She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. What you said left her rendered quiet. You waited too, waited to see if she would tell you to stand down but she didnât and you didnât give her time too, â But I think I should go, I donât want to bother your dinner any longerâand uh, maybe we just shouldnât contact each other anymore.â
Jungkook had forgotten about his smoke break, jaw nearly to the floor at how confident you sounded. It was obvious you had never spoken to Miyoung that way but she couldnât even deny what you said. You did it so casually and like you couldnât care less which made you seem mature compared to Miyoungâs tantrums.
âWhy was that kind of hot?â Jungkook asked as you finally reached him under the light post. Miyoung had stormed off with an evil glare that he ignored telling you how âYouâre doneâ.
He looked down at you with hazed eyes, amazed and enamored. You scrunch your face curiously, âWhat was?â
âYou, right now,â He chuckled, reaching for your hand in his, âKind of scary too. Remind me not to get on your bad side.â
âYouâre exaggerating,â you tried to laugh it off, âI wasnât mean, was I?â
It was so dumb of you to still be worried about it but you couldnât help it.
âNo, you were calm and casual but that was so scary,â Jungkook gasped dramatically, âBecause I know you were mad at herâ⌠it was mean but only a little and so very very hot, and youâre doing all this in that dressâŚâ
Without meaning to be, Jungkook was sort of like your hype man. You were worried about being too harsh, you still are, but he made you feel better about it. Part of you will never not feel in the wrong for being with Jungkook but youâve gotten the rest off your chest and it felt good. Maybe you were a bit mean or maybe you werenât, you could never be entirely sure but Jungkook seemed to be on your side no matter what.
âYou like my dress?â You asked him with a teasing smile as he held the car door open for you.
âI really do,â he played with his lip ring, looking down at you.
âThen take it off me.â
âOh fuck,â Jungkook whispered to himself as he looked around the parking lot, âHere?â
You broke out into a laugh as you sat down. Your words got to him easier than you thought and he sighed, âYou canât say that shit to me, Y/n. Iâll actually do it.â
âLetâs go back to my place and see if you can keep your word then,â you told him, watching him close the door with a tense jaw just thinking about it.
You canât do this to him. You canât be shy and cute one second and then act like that. You canât. Thatâs not fair to him. How is he supposed to not be affected when you say things that get his heart racing while looking so cute? Was this what it would be like dating you? Just constantly caught by surprise?
He did like the way you stood up for yourself. He liked that you spoke your mind more freely than before and he takes joy in hearing you flirt back. In the beginning it felt like he was the one always trying to get you to talk to him or notice him and now youâre saying things that make his head dizzy.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, yknow?â Jungkook asked after the painfully long car ride back to your apartment. He was removing his coat as you sat on the edge of your bed to undo your shoes.
You let out an amused laugh, âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean⌠you act all shy and innocent and then you say shit thatâŚâ Jungkook let out a groan, âI canât explain it, you just drive me crazy.â
âIn a good way or bad way?â You asked, following him with your eyes as he closed the space between you two until he was at the end of the bed standing in front of you.
âA good way,â he said softly, âIâm finding more sides of you Iâve never seen.â
âAnd you like it?â You asked shyly, feeling his hands curl around your jaw.
âI do, a lot,â he confessed brushing his lips against yours, âI don't know what I wouldâve done if I lost my chance with you again.â
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Not a gold digger
pairing: Max Verstappen x reader
summary: Fans think you only want Max's money. But as it turns out, you were wealthy before he came into your life--you just don't make it obvious.
warnings: No smut, but there's a part that makes me say MDNI.
note: So... I'm kinda back? Idk, I'll see if I'll stick around.
The toxicity of the fandom was becoming quite entertaining, really. It was the third time since you and Max had made your relationship public half a year ago that someone started an anti gold digger campaign to protect your boyfriend. They truly believed they were doing this for a greater good, and they all begged Max for his attention.
It always began after they sniffed out he had given you something expensive as a gift or took you shopping to a luxury boutique. While there were some people who tried to protect you by pointing out that maybe he enjoyed showering you with gifts, the rest didn't care about that.Â
You lived in a small apartment back home, you were driving a five years old Renault SUV, and no one knew what you did for a living. This was enough to enrage them and make them believe all you wanted was Max's money at the end of the day. Just think about the way she's looking at him, one of them wrote about two months ago, she's so clearly not in love with him. Poor Max, someone please save him.Â
Ridiculous.
âIs everything okay?â he asked when he got home and kissed the top of your head.Â
You were sitting in his sim rig, using the time while it was free to practice, because you wanted to play with him when you weren't here together, and he was more than happy to show you the basics. âSomeone started another campaign to cancel me,â you replied casually as you got out with his help.Â
Even when you were standing in front of him, he didn't let go of your hand, instead he raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss on its back. âGold digging?â You nodded with a sad look on your face, but less than five seconds later you were both laughing. âLook, I know you're having way too much fun with this, butââ
Without waiting for him to finish, you raised your hand to make him stop. âI'm not stepping out of the shadows, Max. I've been hiding for years, even fucking Forbes doesn't know my real name or face,â you told him.
Back in the old days, when Bitcoin appeared, your geeky uncle had gotten into mining and trading it. He knew the potential, so he put most of his savings into buying them, then he held onto them, and by the time he got sick years later, he knew they were valuable and would be worth a lot more in the upcoming years. In his will, he left his savings and his wallet to you, giving you the chance to use them as you wished since you had learned everything about crypto from him.
So now you had Bitcoin as well as old fashioned investments, and you had used your money to help out an up-and-coming tech company for a forty percent share, and it was later sold to a tech giant for a lot of money. But despite your wealth, you chose to stay under the radar, because you loved your small apartment, and you weren't about to trade it for some fancy penthouse.Â
You had met Max the year before in Las Vegas. F1 was a sport you watched with your uncle while he was still alive, and you were hell-bent on getting a VIP pass for the weekend. If you asked your boyfriend, he would say it was love at first sight, but in reality he was just annoyed by you. For a solid ten seconds, he would correct you every time you talked about it.
You agreed that you would hide in Max's apartment until this latest campaign died down, which gave you some time to spend together in peace. Every now and then you checked the tags to see how things were going, and after the silence of the past few days, today your name was trending again. Ready to have a good laugh, you opened the tag, but the most popular post gave you a minor stroke.
âOh, fuck me,â you yelled as you launched your phone into the couch.
Max pulled the headset down to his neck as he looked over at you. âIs everything okay?â You raised your finger to your lips as if you wanted him to stay quiet, but luckily he got the message. âI'm muted. So?â
You grabbed your phone and went over to him. âThey know. One of those idiots from the company I helped back in the day posted a tweet to protect me, saying that if it wasn't for me being an angel investor, they wouldn't be millionaires now,â you summarized as you gave him the device.
He scrolled through a series of tweets, and found a post from a journalist of Forbes in which he promised a proper investigative piece based on this info. He handed you the phone, then wrapped an arm around your waist. âIt's okay, schatje. I know that's not what you wanted, but maybe they'll stop with the recurring hate campaign now,â he tried. âAnd if youâre worried about the article⌠Donât be. There is nothing compromising about you. Yes, you inherited the money, but you have proven you know what to do with it.â
âMaybe youâre right,â you admitted with a sigh.Â
âIâm usually right. Câmere,â he said as he reached out to pull you closer, but you glanced over at the camera. Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned it off, then gave you an expectant look. âWill you hug me now? And I want a kiss too.â
With a laugh, you leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. But he wanted more, his hand slowly sneaked under your shorts, his fingers running over your clothed cunt before he decided to pull your panties aside and dip a finger between your folds. You moaned into the kiss, but he pulled away a second later to lick his finger clean.Â
Shaking your head with a chuckle, you patted his shoulder and walked back to the couch. You could feel Maxâs eyes on you the whole time, and when you looked at him again, he flashed a devilish smile at you. âI should quit the stream. Now that I had a taste, I want more,â he told you.Â
âIâm not going anywhere, just try to be patient.â
He looked back at the screen, then put the headset back on his head and unmuted his mic. âSorry, I have to go. See you next time,â he told the others, then logged out. You couldnât remember the last time he left the sim rig this fast, and only a few seconds later he was kneeling in front of you, eagerly reaching up to pull your shorts off you.
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f1gossips: Breaking news! Turns out Max Verstappen's girlfriend isn't a gold digger after all as she has her own fortune according to the investigative article published by Forbes. Will the fans apologize?
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user2: And here I was, thinking she's just a greedy airhead...
user3: Easy to be wealthy with your uncle's money.
âł user4: Have you read the whole thing? She invested the money and helped out several startups--that later became pretty successful--as an angel investor. Yes, maybe she inherited a lot of money, but she knows what to do with it.
âł user5: May I remind you how many F1 drivers started their careers with their families's money?
user6: Told you she wasn't a gold digger. Suck it, haters.
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maxverstappen1: If you don't buy your girlfriend gifts every once in a while, you're a bad boyfriend. I love to spoil her, it's not a crime. I love her, I'm proud of her, and you can send us as much hate as you want, it will only make us stronger.
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yourusername: I'd be perfectly fine without the gifts, I already told you.
âł maxverstappen1: I don't care.
landonorris: You're absolutely right!
âł maxverstappen1: You're single, how would you know?
âł landonorris: Just FYI, I've been in relationships before.
danielricciardo: You're so disgustingly smitten with her. (I love you both.)
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ALWAYS ft. Hanni
hanni x male reader smut
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This used to be your least favourite part of the day.
Waking up alone, to nothing but an alarm thatâs far too loud, a bed thatâs way too firm, a dorm room that mocks your financial instability with its harsh coldness.Â
And that somehow, was the best-case scenario.
Beating getting kicked out of a library after passing out face first in a textbook, or booted off your best friendâs mouldy couch when his girlfriend wanted some alone time.
Or even, in your worst moment, getting yelled at by some stranger when youâre discovered on their bathroom floor in a pool of what you prayed to God was your own vomit.
All things of the past, since her.
Since Hanniâwaking up was everything.
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It starts, like it always does, in a tangle of limbs.
Most mornings, with Hanniâs face buried in your chest, cradled in your embrace, small puffs of breath tickling your neck. Others, with her back to you; pulling your arms around her, using the heat of your body like her coziest blanket.
One time on top of you; an exhausted smile plastered on her face, still basking in the afterglow of the night before.
She wrapped herself around you, refused to let go. Like there was a possibility that if she held you tight enough, she could bring you into her dreams.
That was the first day you truly saw her.
You talked about your pasts, your futures, shared your deepest vulnerabilities, made a million quiet confessions.
And when Hanni whispered: âI never want to go back.â
You pulled her closer, kissed her, and answered: âYouâll never have to.â
Since then, every morning always started with you holding her. Feeling her softness, her warmth, the calm rise and fall of her chest, as her exhales became your inhales and your breaths mixed together and synchronised.
This is how it had to beâhow you both needed it to be.
Soânow:
Nights and mornings since that promise; the sound of a guitar slipping into your ears.
Itâs a recording she made for you, setting it as your alarm to make waking up a little more pleasant, to make sure the first thing you thought of when you opened your eyes was her.
Unnecessary, ultimately, seeing as the first thing you see when you wake up is her. Or, to be precise, her arm poking out from under the blankets, flailing about blindly.
âOff,â Hanni mumbles, fumbling around the bed, the nightstand, your face, seeking the offending device.
You stretch over her, a blanket on top of her blanket, and hunt down the invisible enemy that dared to interrupt your girlfriendâs peaceful slumber.
A muffled âthanksâ, and she takes the opportunity to snuggle even closer.
Thereâs the smile quirking at the corner of her lips. Her nose, nuzzling closer into your chest, searching for your heartbeat. That pleased hum sheâs making, letting you know thereâs no place sheâd rather be, like sheâs completely content to stay all cozied up and warm for as long as youâll let her (forever, if possible, please).
Itâs hardly a tough sellâface the cold shower, the crowded buses and trains, the boring lectures that the rest of the day holds.
Or, stay wrapped up in the sanctuary of your (Hanniâs) bed. In fitted silk sheets, weighted duvets, plush pillows. Wrapped up in Hanni; in her very soft, very warm, very naked body.
Itâs a no-brainer, really.
The rest of you, the more honest part of you thatâs resting somewhere between her belly button and her thighs, seems to agree. Itâs got a mind of its own, stirring to life, responding to the heat of her skin and the gentle pressure of her body; the familiar lines of her curves and the lavender scent of her hair.
She notices, of course.
Itâs hard not to feel it, nudging against her, steadily growing with each passing beat, saying, âHey, remember me?â
A kiss over your heart, a giggle into your sternum, and sheâs upâsort of. She rolls onto her side, still in your embrace, but enough so that you can see the wry smile gracing her face, her sleepy eyes fluttering open to meet yours.
Chalk it up to whatever you wantârelationship goggles, the honeymoon phase, or just the sheer joy of finding someone who actually cares about youâbut when Hanni's looking like this, it's hard to believe youâre not dreaming.
The morning light kissing her rosy cheeks. The gentle pink of her full lips. Midnight silk hair curtaining her face. Her eyes.
A sweet, completely innocent question: âHaving a good morning?â
She shifts, slightly.
An oh-so-incidental move that has the blanket sliding off her shoulder, down to her waist. Itâs an invitation that you take, a proper wake-up call, from her collarbone to the curve of her hip. Softness and warmth, a stark contrast to the cold that whispers from the edges of the bed.
Hanniâyour Hanniâleaving you with the implication: âCan I make it better?â
âClasses,â is all you say, because you have to at least acknowledge the responsibility, play the farce that you would actually abandon your (againâvery warm, very naked) girlfriend for the sake of academia.
âItâs cold outside,â is her astute observation.
âMhm.â
âItâs warm in here.â
âRight,â you nod.
âSo,â she starts, bringing her hand up to your cheek, walking you through the incredibly simple, blatantly obvious logic. âDo you need any other reason?â
âAre you offering me one?â
Lips purse then pouts in that endearingly cute, Hanni way. âDoes it help that Iâm naked?â
âOne would think that more clothes would be appropriate, considering the weather,â you posit, like you weren't already convinced long before she even opened her mouth. But, itâs still fun to pretend that her persistence doesnât melt you every time.Â
âOne would be wrong.â Hanni edges closer, her bare skin gliding over yours, so you can properly assess the merits of her argument. The tip of her nose brushing against your own, the softness of her breasts passing along your chest, and her hand at your cheek, then your neck, your stomach, and moving lower, and lower. âBody heat, you know?â
Her hand gets lower still. You swallow. âYeah.â
âLike when itâs freezing and people get lost in a snowstorm.â She finds you, reaches into the waistband of your sweatpants, wraps her fingers around you, wakes you up.
âOr when girlfriends are trying to convince their boyfriends to stay in bed all day long,â you groan out. âAgain.â
âExactly,â Hanni says, a breezy air of finality, proud of herself for making you see reasonâor rather, feel it.
You kiss her forehead, conceding the victory to her, and she scrunches her nose; preens. Itâs a subtle movement, the kind that youâve come to recognise as her victory dance. She squeezes your body closer to hers, her cheek squishing into your chest, her other hand wrapping around your neck, her legs curling up around your calves. Itâs like sheâs absorbing your affection, turning it into warmth sheâll keep with her for the rest of the day.
Her hand winds up and down, these long, lazy motions. Smooth and tender, stroking the length of you, her thumb tracing the vein that pulses along the side. Sheâs not in a hurry; not anymore anyway. Just, enjoying the moment, enjoying being with you, enjoying how obvious you are with your sighs and shivers.
ââsides,â Hanni adds, taking a break to kiss around your jawline, your neck, your shoulder. âYou deserve it. A perfect day of nothing.â She sounds so hopeful, so earnest, and thereâs a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the friction of her hand on your skin. âWe can order junk food, watch awful horror movies, andâŚâ
âJust us.â A finger under her chin to tilt her head up, to capture those half-moon eyes with yours, to kiss her sweetly, deeply, remind her that sheâs all you need to make a perfect day. âI wonder what Iâve done to earn this.â
âNot what youâve done,â Hanni says in the breaths between your kisses. âWhat youâre going to do.âÂ
With that, she uses all her weight to push you, rolling you onto your back, climbing over you with a grace that leaves you breathless.
She straddles you, legs draped over your hips, small breasts bouncing just a little with the motion. Thereâs mischief lighting up her eyes, that playful glint that precedes all good things. The blankets fall completely off her with a dramatic flourish, leaving her bare and exposed for your eyes to drink in.
A pause to appreciate herâto really look at her. From her flushed cheeks to the tips of her toes. Every curve, every darkened freckle, every soft, sweet inch of herâyours to adore, to touch, to explore.
And then, she winks.
You canât help but laugh.
Hanni joins you, giggling in uncontrollable fits.
Itâs the ridiculousness of it all, of Hanniâthe girl who blushes when you hold her hand in publicâstraddling you with a wink and a promise of a day of pure carnal indulgence.
You both laugh until your cheeks hurt, until the tension breaks and youâre just two people in the cozy bubble of her bed, sharing a stupid, silly moment.
It takes a beat, but you both somehow recover, gasping for air between giggles. She settles herself, placing her hands on either side of your face, looking down at you with all the adoration in the world. Her touch grounds you, brings you back to the present.
âYouâre serious, arenât you?â You ask, when youâre finally able to speak. âThis is what you really want to do all day?â
âWellâŚâ Hanni muses, sinking down to your waist, running her fingers over your t-shirt, stopping when she has the hem in her clutches. âA bit of this.â
She starts rolling your shirt up, sliding the cotton over your stomach. The cold air of the room kisses your skin before the warmth of her mouth replaces it. Her soft, plump lips meet your body, the small indent of your belly button.
Simple, innocent, playful. Hanni.
âA bit of that,â she continues, her hands keep moving, lifting the shirt higher, tugging it up and up, exposing your chest to her eyes, her lips.
She finds her target, a tongue over your nipple, paying you back for what youâre no doubt going to be doing to her later; flicking over your chest to make you hiss.
âA bit of me,â she adds, words vibrating against your chest, leaving goosebumps as she rises higher.
You lift your arms, allowing her to pull your shirt off your body, trapping you for a moment so she can suck at your neck, mark you as hers, and hers only. As if you didnât already wear it on your face whenever sheâs around.
âDoing a lot of you.â
Her eyes rake over youâyour chest, your stomach, your abs. Lingering a touch too long, making her cheeks warm; colouring them with a soft blush that spreads from her neck up to her ears, hinting at the thoughts racing through her mind.
And then you're kissing her.
Itâs gentle (your kisses always are) but that doesnât make it any less passionate, any less intense.
She kisses you back, lips sliding over yours, the softness of her tongue tracing the line of your teeth, moaning your name in short stutters into your mouth.
It feels so right, so natural. The way she fits against you, feels on top of you, the perfect puzzle piece youâve been desperate to find in a world full of mismatches.
Itâs far too early to say it, but you know itâhave known it.
You love her. Love how she lives in the moment; how even when youâre worried about the future, about deadlines and tomorrows, she can bring you back to the present and make things simple. In the least selfish way possible, she makes it about her.
(And thatâs all you need).
It builds and builds; these slow, dragging kisses, these admissions of things that youâre not quite ready to say. Until youâre both well and truly needy for a touch more heat, as much of each other as you can possibly get.
You canât hold it anymore, so you donât bother trying.
With a firm grasp, you take Hanniâs hips in your hands, your thumbs pressing into vanilla skin as you pull her upward. Itâs strategic, pull the best parts of her (which could be any part, really) closer, prove her earlier guess right by introducing her breast to your lips, her nipple to your tongue.
A million times youâve repeated it and it wonât be enoughâsheâs so soft. Melting at your touch already, so responsive, letting you know sheâs feeling it with every hushed gasp and shiver of her tight body.
One hand is filled by her other breast, a supple handful, spilling between your fingers, carelessly massaging as your mouth latches onto its twin. Her heart races, hammers against your palm, quickening with every passing flick, with each chaste suck between your lips.
Your other hand snakes lower, caressing the smooth plane of her stomach. You drag your fingertips over the ridges and valleys of her abs, down towards the juncture of her thighs.
She squirms.
Moans a little louder.
Scrapes the back of your scalp and pulls you in.
Youâre insistent, your touch feather light as it grazes over the whispers of hair; trailing all the way down, down, where you ghost over her mound, tease her clit to make her gasp.
âLike that,â Hanni moans her approval, answers you with hips rocking against your hand. âSo, so⌠nice.â
Your hand dips down further, parting her folds, sliding through her slick, greeted with the warmth and wetness of her opening. Soaking your hand, inviting you to delve deeper.
âHanni,â you mouth around her nipple, âyouâre so wet.â
âO-of course,â she manages, shuddering as you dare to ease a finger inside, pushing into her and pushing out a cry that fills the room. âItâs you.â
âIt definitely is,â you confirm, stroking her walls with slow, deliberate care, feeling her tense around you with each movement. âAnd Iâm just getting started.â
Her body arches, curves into you, tilting her head back and feeding you more of her; her breast into your mouth, her pussy on your fingers. You look up at her, feel her, memorise every little noise she makes, every twitch of her body as you touch her. Her breath skips as you start to move your finger in and out, a quiet pace to make her hips dance.
âThis is a good idea.â Youâre pushing in deeper, adding a second digit to the mix, stretching her just so. Sheâs tight around you, always so tight, enveloping you in her heat, and thereâs the urge to go even slower, to savour every moment. âStaying in all day. Making you feel good.â
Her legs tense, toned thighs flex as you curl your fingers up, pulling towards you just right to hit that spot that makes her mouth hang open, that makes her whine. Thereâs a plea in there, a silent request for more, for everything.
And you give it to her, because itâs what she deserves, because itâs what sheâs asking for, because sheâs yours.
Sheâs getting tighter around you, walls squeezing in. A prelude to something beautiful, something only you know how to give her, a skill youâve picked up in this very same bed.
âGod,â Hanniâs breaths are turning into short gasps, sheâs so needy for it, for you. A slight tug of your hair, pulling you off her breast, forcing her nipple to âpopâ from your lips. She sinks down, further down onto your hand, her breasts dragging against your chest, her skin sticking to yours. âYouâre such a tease.â
Her lips hang in front of yours, pillowy cushions begging for its partnerâneeding you to kiss her, now. You claim her mouth, let her be as loud as she wants on your lips; these delightful sounds when your hand moves faster, more insistent.
Arms hold you, wrap around your back, hugging you tighter, needing you to be as close as humanly possible. Hands everywhereâmassaging your back, gripping in your shoulders, tangled in your hair, grabbing at your bicepsâno matter how much of you she has, itâs just not enough.
Pliant is the other word to describe Hanni; so easy in your hands, like clay waiting for your touch. Waiting for you to mould her into whatever you want, even though you prefer her as she just isâall her perfect imperfections, beautifully flawed, wonderfully Hanni.
Another finger pushes into her; three now, moving in a steady rhythm, that slow, cautious manoeuvre thatâs become so familiar. Sure, you could do it with your eyes closed, bring her to the brink and back with touch alone, but youâd miss the way she looks at youâthe tears at the corners of her eyes, the tremble in her lips; like youâre her saviour, her everything.
âHanni, youâre soââ you canât put it into exact wordsâgorgeous, pretty, lovelyâyou test them out, but they all fall short, leaving you hanging untilâ
âYours,â Hanni finishes, and thatâs all you need, all you need to hear to make a vow to do everything in your power to keep her happy, to keep her here, to keep herââalways yours.â
Sheâs rocking on your fingers now, taking charge of her own pleasure, setting the pace that you so willingly match. Itâs a give and take, and you take the chance to kiss at her neck, to nibble on the shell of her ear, to whisper to her all the things that create these little tremors in her thighs, that make her grip you tighter and tighter with each stroke.
She feels so good, so warm, so wet. Your hand is soaked, knuckles coated in her, making these noises. The muffled pop of skin on skin; the soft, sticky sound of wetness being parted; that satisfying squelch as you go in deep.
Hanniâs so close. So, so close.
Unwinding, melting in your palm; and that look. The way she smiles when sheâs on that edge, because sheâs so happy to be there, so happy that it's you that has her to be feeling this good.
But thenâitâs the suddenness that gets youâshe goes rigid, stops moving, begs, âWait, wait, wait.â
Itâs so unexpected, but you still do stop, fingers lodged inside her, pulsating with the urgency of her orgasm thatâs just a heartbeat away.
She needs to hang onto you, to hold onto something as the world starts to spin again. Her pupils are blown wide, her cheeks a rosy pink that makes her look like sheâs been running a marathon, sweat glistening over her, bathing her in this glow.
You look up at her, a soothing kiss on her cheek. âProblem?â
âNo,â Hanni manages a gasp, reassuring you with a shaky smile, still doing her best to catch her breath. âI mean yes. I mean⌠It feels too good.â
You tilt your head. You smirk. âThatâs a problem?â
âYou always do this, you know?â Hanni chooses her words carefully, trying to break out of the haze of having almost been there, so she can properly articulate. âMake it about me when itâs supposed to be about you.â
You stifle your laughter against her neck, letting it vibrate through her skin. Itâs her earnestness, really, that gets you sometimes; her concern for you, even now is too much, almost comical.
âIâm serious!â Hanni protests, though sheâs betrayed by the wobble in her voice, that part of her begging to just let you do your thing and push her past the precipice. Her eyes flutter shut as she breathes in deep, trying to compose herself. âI want to make you feel as good as you always make me feel.â
Logic that you canât argue with, not when itâs wrapped up in that sweet, sweet smile. You still attempt, though, âHanni, making you feel goodââ
âMakes me feel goodâyeah, I know how it goes,â she finishes the line for you. âBut, just. We have all day, soâ"
Thereâs a point thatâs finished by her kiss, specific in its tenderness, stealing whatever witty reply you had ready from your mouth.
âLet me start by taking care of you.â
Itâs like you saidâHanni Pham, making it all about her, in the least selfish way possible.
You relent, bowing out to her whims.
âSo, what do you want me to do?â
âNothing,â Hanni nods, satisfied with your compliance. She takes your wrists into her hands, guides them away from her body to keep them at your sides. âJust relax.â
Itâs a strange feeling, letting go, letting her be the one to dictate the pace, the rhythm of your morning. You watch her, watch the way her eyes wander over you. Sheâs fascinated, like she canât make up her mind of where to start.
But she does, eventually.
Her gaze settles on your arousal, standing proud and waiting underneath your sweatpants.
âHow about I startââ a light kiss on your lips, and sheâs slinking down to your waist, tugging at the string of your pants, âright here?â
A kiss on your stomach, just above your navel, her fingers slipping between your waistband and your skin. They pull at the fabric, dragging it down with care until itâs pooled around your thighs. Your cock springs free, and thereâs this gasp she makesâlike she hasnât seen it a hundred times before.
âYouâre so big.â Hanniâs in awe, her voice hushed, reverent almost. Itâs always been something she says, something that makes you blushâswells the ego that you like to pretend you donât have. âI still have no idea how this fits inside me.â
âIt fits perfectly, remember?â
âMm, I know, butâ" she canât find the words, so she settles for the next best thing, âdamn.â
Sheâs smilingâalways smilingâand you can feel her breath on you, light and sugary, these little pulses of anticipation tingling through your skin.
You hold your breath, waiting for her touch, waiting for her lips, waiting for her to finally take you in.
But she doesnât. Sheâs just looking.
âHanni,â you say, giving your cock a teasing flex, brushing it against her cheek. Itâs a light prod to break the spell, to remind her of the task at hand.
âOh!â
Itâs getting unbearable, your cock just inches from her mouth, straining to reach her lips. âYouâre driving me crazy.â
âGood.â She presses another kiss to your skin, a little nibble to your inner thigh that makes you jolt. Her hands skim over your legs, pushing your sweatpants down further and further, down your thighs, over your knees right until itâs stuck at your ankles, thwarting her attempted sensual seduction.
She makes this frustrated 'argh!â at the minor struggle. Very cute. Also a little ridiculous.
"Help, please?â She looks up at you, expectantly.
You acquiesce.
âAha!â Hanni cheers, slightly louder than she may have intended, having won her battle against your pants. She catches herself, blushing, flashing a cheeky smile.
God, youâre going to fall in love with her all over again.
âOh right. I mean, are you ready?â
So casual in how she says it, covering for her fumble. It makes you want to laughâexcept you canât, because before you can even open your mouth, sheâs already leaned in, pressing her plush lips against the tip of your cock.
Lightly, so light it makes your hairs stand on end. A calculated tease, right hand around your cock, stroking your length. Her left reaches up, laces her fingers with yours. A squeeze, a preview of whatâs to come.
You canât help but twitch under her.
It's her lips, mapping a trail of kisses down your shaft, leaving a warm, sticky mess of pre-cum that sheâs quick to lick away. Itâs how sheâs looking at youâso focused, like sheâs been learning, been studying you, creating a personal database of everything that makes you tick.
But above all else itâs just the simple fact that sheâs doing this for you, because she cares about you. Because she wants to make you feel good.
Itâs all of it and itâs working.
âThis is much nicer, isnât it?â She asks, not really expecting an answer, because she knows itâll be a resounding yes.
Sheâs playing with you, not giving you exactly what you want, but just enough. Her hand wrapped around the base of your cock, stroking you from root to tip, thumb circling your head with enough pressure to drive you insane.
Itâs pain and pleasure wrapped up into one perfect package, and youâre not sure which one you prefer.
You let her know as such: âActually quite torturous, to be honest.â
âBut itâs the good kind of torture, right?â
âThereâs a good kind?â
âWeâve got all day to find out,â Hanni teases, taking a fistful of her own hair in her hand, looping it into a tight, messy bun; preparing herselfâgiving you a final chance to do the same.
Hanni takes you into her mouth.
Itâs not a sudden plunge, not a surprise attack bringing you straight to the back of her throatâitâs a slow, slow descent that has you gritting your teeth and biting back a groan.
Itâs hot. Wet. Heavenly. You can feel every inch of your cock being coated in her saliva, her tongue dancing around your shaft, her cheeks hollowing out, her lips creating the most exquisite suction.
When she reaches as far as she can go, fills her mouth with as much of you as she can take, she starts to move back up. Slowly, so you can feel every little bump of her tongue, every little drag of her teeth.
Her hand joins in, moving in tandem with her mouth, stroking the parts of you she canât reach. Sheâs trying to find the perfect balance, trying to find that sweet spot between too much and not enough.
Hanniâs no pro at this, her technique is in no way perfectâbut sheâs so willing, so keen to please. She takes her time, getting used to the feel of you in her mouth, her eyes peeking up at you every so often to gauge your reaction; studying your face for any sign that sheâs doing it right, that sheâs doing it well.
Itâs adorable, really.
And oh, so hot.
You give it to her again, reassure her, âSo good, baby,â because it isâyour hips buck involuntarily, pushing deeper into her mouth.
It takes her off guard, but she does her best to adapt; sheâs trying not to gag, trying to take it all in. Sheâs a fast learner, your Hanni.
Your compliment serves its purposeâsheâs getting more confident now, her tongue gliding along the underside of your cock, tentative, exploratory. Itâs clumsy, yes, but itâs cute, and most importantlyâit feels good.
Sheâs concentrating, her attention entirely on your cock; her lips sealed tight. Each time her head bobs down, she takes you in deeper, millimetres, but still, deeper and deeper.
And itâs the sound of her sucking you in, getting sloppier, filling the room with those noises, the soundtrack to your morning. Sheâs getting bolder, finding her rhythm, building her pace. Itâs not precise in any way, shape or formâsometimes sheâs a little too rough, sometimes she misses the beatâbut the effort.
A harsh suck has your cock popping out of Hanniâs lips, strings of her saliva still connecting her mouth to you. She looks up at you, wanting to check in, still needing that hit of validation, âIs thisâis this good?"
You stroke her hair, let her lean into your touch. "Unbelievably. Youâre doing great.â
âBut I can make it even better, canât I?â She asks, the determination setting in her features, and sheâs staring straight into your eyes, hopeful, âTell me. Tell me how you want it.â
Itâs not a demandâitâs a question, a plea for guidance; sheâll do whatever it takes (whatever you want) to get you there. And itâs the sight of her, straddling your thighs, kneeling before you; those full lips hovering just about your cock, her hand lazily pumping away, keeping you there.
Somehow, you manage to get the words out, a rough whisper, âTake me deep, Hanni. As far as you can go. Take me all in. Show me how much you want it.â
Itâs the instruction sheâs been waiting for; sheâs nodding before youâve finished, so willing to oblige. Itâs that part of her that youâve discovered, the part she might not even know herself. But it explains so much.
(Hanni: the teacherâs pet, always needing to excel. Competitive, desperate for the highest grades in school, the top evaluations in training; desperate for you to tell her that itâs her and only her.
Thatâs what makes her successful. Thatâs what makes her eager.
And now that youâve put the challenge before her, she canât wait to prove herself.)
She takes a deep breath, swirls her tongue around the tip of your cock, dipping her toe into the water before she dives right in. Itâs like sheâs playing it out in her head, memorising the taste of you, the smell of you, the feel of you; mapping out the best way to take you all the way in right before she breaks you.
âReady?â
âAlways.â
And she goes for it.
Her mouth opens wide, eyes locked on yours, and she takes you in again.
Deeper, throat tighter.
Her eyes water a little, and she coughs, retreating. But sheâs unfazedâstill smiling, still eager.
âSorry, sorry, itâs okay.â
You stroke her cheek, act like itâs not already far more than you can handle. âTake your time, baby. No need to rush.â
A deep inhale, and she's trying again.
Itâs a process, her getting used to you, your size, your taste, the way you make her throat bulge. Sheâs slow, tentative, but with every stroke, with every gulp, sheâs getting closer. Her cheeks hollow out more, her eyes water a little less, and she moans.
You can feel the anticipation building in your chest, your balls, the sweet ache of your orgasm just around the corner. And she can feel it too, your body tensing under hers, your breaths turning shorter, sharper.
The fifth time, she hits the back of her throat, and she stopsâholds herself there, panting. Itâs a moment of victory, a declaration that sheâs got it right, that she can take all of you, just like you asked. Your cock is nestled at the back of her throat, thereâs more tears now, but sheâs smiling with her eyes, looking up at you through her lashes.
Itâs so intense. You groan. Your hips jerk. âGood, baby, so goodâdonât move.â
The look on her face, the satisfaction, the pride. Â
She swallows around you, working the muscles in her throat, pressing her tongue flat against the underside of your cock; itâs too much.
âHa-Hanniâkeep doing thatâkeep swallowingâitâs perfectâso perfectââ
Itâs a struggle, but she does it, takes it all in, holds it thereâjust for you.
Her hands are at your thighs, graspingânot enough to hurt, but enough to let you know sheâs there, that sheâs with you. She coughs, gags, sputters bits of drool down your cock, but she keeps going.
And then, she pulls herself up, needing the air, pulling back with a long gasp; leaving a mess. Your cock slides out of her mouth, springing from her lips; her cheeks a vivid shade of red, glistening with lines of tearsâbeautiful, just indescribably beautiful.
âWas I good?â Sheâs asking out of courtesy, really. Youâre sure whatever dumb look youâre wearing on your face is more than enough to confirm it.
But you nod and choke a âYesâ anyway, because youâre a gentleman, and words of affirmation are just as sweet as the act itself.
âI can do better.â
And before your mind can even catch up to what sheâs saying, sheâs sucking you back into her mouth. Now that sheâs proven herself, she just has to push it even further, show you just what sheâs capable of.
This time, sheâs more assured, more confident. Her hands are at your hips now, holding you still, like sheâs worried youâll get away.
You wonât, of course. You couldnât even if you tried.
Hanniâs bobbing her head; these long, deep sucks that have your fingers tangling in her hair, have you urging your hips to meet her mouth. Her eyes are watering more, sheâs gagging more often than not, but she doesnât stop, she just keeps moaning around you, keeps going and going.
She takes her hands off your hips, sliding one down to the base of your cock, holding it steady as she works you over and over. The other finds your balls, balancing them on her fingertips, rolling them around her palm. Sheâs figuring it out, figuring you out far too quickly, and it nearly has you coming undone.
And through it all, sheâs grinning.
Itâs a twisted, slightly pained grin, but itâs a grin nonetheless. Sheâs found her new favourite hobby, and sheâs determined to show you just how much she enjoys it.
âI love this,â Hanni slurs against your cock, not really to you, not really to herself, just saying it out loud because itâs true. âI love being able to do this to you, making you feel so good.â
Sheâs saying these things, these simple words like theyâre not dangerous at all, like whispering them against your cock is so harmless, like they donât have the power to completely destroy your resolve.
âI love that itâs me,â Hanni keeps going, even when her tongue is occupied with licking you, lapping up your balls, the underside of your shaft. âI love that Iâm the one who makes you feel this way.â
Gone is the shynessâsheâs so smug now, so proud of herself, so in love with the fact that she has you exactly where she wants you: in her mouth, at her mercy.
Itâs in the way sheâs sucking you, her eyes closing, her hums of pleasure every time she takes you inâas deep as she can. Sheâs getting hotter on top of you, just from having you in her mouth, from taking you into her lips again and again.
Grinding herself into the mattress, needing a bit of friction, needing more. And thatâs when she pulls away, panting for breath.
âHanni?â You ask, finding your voice, letting go of a breath you hadnât realised you were holding.
âItâs too much,â she admits, breathless, her hand still wrapped around your cock, stroking you gently, almost apologetically. âIâm sorry, itâs justâitâs too much.â
Thereâs a shift in the airâin Hanni. Usually, typically, soft. Now wild, desperate.
Sheâs climbing up you, back on your hips, her wetness smearing onto your skin, her thighs trembling on either side of yours.
"I need it, I canât wait anymore. I just canât.â
The suddenness, the urgency in her voice (in her body). Hanni, flushed, practically shaking with need.
âI need youânow.â
Itâs so temptingâyou could give in easily. And yet, thereâs something in how sheâs asking you, how sheâs using innuendo in place of propriety, dancing around saying what she really wants in plain, explicit terms.
Itâs not enough.
Sheâs already got you on the edge, so close you can almost taste it. But you need to hear it from her. Your sweet, adorable girlfriend, saying something so dirty itâll make your knees buckle.
So, you sit up, shifting slightly so sheâs still straddling you, face to face. Cradling her cheek with one hand, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes; so you can look at herâtake in all the tiny beautiful inflections that make her your Hanni.
âWhat do you need?â
Always with the blushes, but she holds your gaze, not breaking it even when you run your hand back down south, reaching to slip a finger through her folds, finding her still so wet and swollen. She gasps, but she doesnât look away.
âTell me, Hanni,â you coax, your finger moving in gentle circles, watching her face, watching the way her pupils dilate, the way her breath catches.
Hanni stutters, âYouâI want youâneed youâ". But you just chuckle, slow down the pace of your finger, giving her a taste of the frustration sheâs unintentionally been dishing out.
âNot quite specific enough. What part of me do you want?â
Sheâs biting her lip, squirming under your touchâsheâs not used to this. Not used to anything outside of the usual playfulness, the sweetness; the gentle strokes and soft whispers. But something has you feeling different today.
Maybe itâs the excitement of trying something new. Maybe itâs how unusually forward sheâs being. Or maybe, just maybe, part of you has always wanted to hear her beg.
She blurts it out: âYourâyour cock!â
âAnd what do you want me to do with it?â You press, stroking her clit now; her chest heaving, these tiny whines escaping her, and the way sheâs looking at you. Like sheâs getting ready to pounce.
âPleaseâjustâplease, I needââ
âNeed me to slide it in slow?â You suggest, kissing her neck, her perfect, porcelain skin. âGive it to you nice and deep?â
Hanniâs rolling her hips on you, grinding herself against your hand, trying to get through to your cock, trying to will it to enter her.
âGo ahead, be honest.â
Sheâs bothered. Annoyedâalmost angry, if thatâs even possible for her. Like how could you? How could her kind, loving boyfriend go out of his way to put her in such agony.
âTell me, baby. What does Hanni want?â
âIâI need your cock inside meâI want you toââ Hanni swallows takes a deep breath.
A final push: âSay it.â
âFuck me, hold me and fuck me. Deep, hard, slowâhowever you want just fuck me now.â
The words come out in a rush, spilling out of her lips. Even sheâs surprised as sheâs saying them, in disbelief that sheâs even capable of saying something so filthy out loud.
But sheâs not taking it back, sheâs not apologising.
No, sheâs taking hold of your hand, moving it out from between her legs, and replacing it with your cock, daring you to stop her.
Like you could ever.
You push in, inch by delicious inch, watching her face contort, features twist, feeling her stretch around you.
Itâs the same every timeâit feels like the first time all over again.
Her eyes squeeze shut, mouth parted in a wordless plea, and youâre moving so slow. So slow that sheâs whimpering, begging, hips trying to push you deeper. But you keep it steady, setting the tempo, let her get used to the feeling of being made whole by you again.
âOh, oh, ohââ Hanni pants, trying to keep her voice down, but itâs pointless. Sheâs failing already, loosening a strained 'fuck' when you bottom out, when your cock is finally, completely inside her.
You hold her like that; your arms around her, hugging her tight, her breasts squished against your chest. Sheâs so small in your arms, so soft, so warm; her pulse racing against your own, lapping it twice over.
âYou okay?â You ask, placing a kiss on her shoulder.
âMore than okay,â she sighs, holding onto you, moulding her body onto yours. âMore than okayâjust need a minute to adjust. Donât worry about meâyou canâyou can make me feel good.â
So, you do.
Lifting her body off you, unsheathing your cock from her warm embrace, until only the tip is trapped in her wetness. Then: guiding her back down, a touch quicker, harder, deeper. And thereâs that gasp as she takes you back in, as you fill her.
Youâre moving with purpose now, her walls tight and wet and hot around you, clenching and releasing in time with your slow, deliberate thrusts.
Hanniâs breasts bounce in front of you, up and down with every pump, small peaks begging for attention. Youâre kissing them again, sucking one into your mouth, suckling on the pink tips.
âSo beautiful,â youâre repeating it, speaking it into her skin, because itâs all thatâs on your mind as she takes you in. âYouâre so beautiful, baby.â
And she looks it too, even though sheâs not even trying; with her hair falling out of her bun, sticking to her face with sweat and saliva, her mouth hanging open, swollen and red from your kisses, her body writhing and jerking with every thrust.
Yet she remains focused, eyes glued to yours, like sheâs afraid if she looks away sheâll miss something. Like if she doesnât keep watching, sheâll wake up and find out itâs all been a dream.
But itâs not.
Itâs you and her, in this bed, the sun peeking through the curtains, her naked body riding yours, hotter and hotter with each pass.
Itâs you and her, together, wrapped up in each other making love like the world outside doesnât exist.
Itâs you and her, and itâsâ
âSo perfectâyou feel so perfect,â Hanni finishes your thought for you, finishes each of your thrusts with her own hips; opening her body up to you, welcoming you in deeper with each stroke. âI think Iâm gonna cry it feels so good.â
Her legs lock around your back, heels digging into your spine, until youâre fully seated inside her; so deep it feels like youâre a part of her. With a whine thatâs half pleasure, half need, Hanni braces herself on you, rolling her hips on your cock, grinding down, taking as much of you as she can.
You grip her tight, one hand around her back, the other under her ass, fingers squeezing into the soft, tender flesh. Bouncing her up and down, watching her face as she takes you, as she keeps repeating âso perfectâ.
And you know, you know sheâs not just talking about the physicalâthatâs definitely there. Itâs how youâre making her feel, itâs the connection. The way youâre looking at her, the way youâre holding her, the way youâre loving her that has her floating.
âI-I think Iâm ready,â Hanni whimpers, âI can take itâyou donât need toâdonât hold back anymore.â
With a grunt, a nod, and a choked âHanniâ, youâre sweeping her up, keeping your cock buried deep inside her as you lift her. Your hand cushions the back of her head as you lay her down on the bed beneath you, her legs spreading wide on their own to accept you.
A moment to steady herself, to prepare.
A smile. A kiss on her forehead.
And then youâre in, all the way, again. Completing her pussy with your cock; one swift motion that knocks the wind out of her in the sound of your name.
âGodâHanniââ
It shouldnât be like thisâit should be impossible to be this much hotter, this much wetter, this tight.
But she is.
Sheâs squeezing herself around you, muscles, thighs flexing. Eyes shut, mouth wide open because thereâs no way to stop from crying out; and her body, her lovely, perfect body, arching up to meet your every thrust.
You give it to her.
Youâre building up speed, stretching her wide, hips moving in that perfect rhythm youâve discovered togetherâthe one that makes your name echo off the bedroom walls.
Hanniâs whimpering, mewling, whining, âTell meâtell me how good it feels.â
You tell her everythingâhow tight, how wet, how perfect she is. You praise her, shower her with very compliment that comes to mind. She eats them up; her lips leaving marks on your neck, your shoulder, her fingers on your back, her hips swallowing you whole.
But Hanni still needs more, needs to hear more. Not just that sheâs good, not even that sheâs perfect. She needs to hear that sheâs only yours.
âLike heaven, Hanni,â you manage, your voice hoarse, strained. âSo perfect for me. Only me.â
âReally?â Hopeful. Ecstatic. So turned on.
âAlways,â you repeat, the truth echoing in your voice and across her skin. âAlways so perfect.â
âMmm,â Hanni moans, nodding along, soaking in every word that flows freely from your lips.
âYouâre so beautiful, Hanni. Your pussy is so perfect.â You kiss her again, a little harder this time, a little more possessive. âI love how you fit around me.â
Her breath catches in her throat, thereâs that spark in her eyes, and sheâs taking you deeper, urging you on. âOh-oh. Keep talkingâpleaseâkeep talking.â
âMade for me, arenât you Hanni?â You continue, the steady stream of praise and admiration, caressing her as surely as your cock in her pussy. You canât get enough, canât get over how perfect she feels, how right it is to be inside her. âLike a perfect glove around me.â
Her eyes meet yours, her smile shy as she whispers your name. Whispers it like itâs a prayer, like itâs the only word she knows (like itâs the only thing that can give her peace).
Sheâs so close, getting there, itâs in how sheâs pulling you closer; with her arms and her pussy. How sheâs saying please, with a little quiver in her voice, alternating it with your name when you hit that spot just right.
âThis feels so good, but-but-I thinkââ Hanniâs voice cracks, even now, still so shy, so adorable. Sheâs gasping, out of breath, trying her best to string the words together. âC-can I? Can I please cum?â
Itâs all you need to hear. You kiss her, hard and deep, push into her. âOf course, baby,â you say, âDo it. Do it for me. I want you to cum for me.â
The effect it has on herâhow it ripples across her face. Sheâs so thankful. So, so thankful for your permission, for what youâre doing to her. âThen pleaseâplease donât stop.â
Harder, faster, deeper nowâmaking her unravel beneath you. Hands holding her in place, feeling her, feeling her tense, quake around you.
Keep going, because sheâs almost there, because sheâs repeating it, that desperate âpleaseâ, over and over again.
âPlease-please-pleaseââwith every thrust, saying it without saying it, with every clench of her walls, with every little gasp she lets slip.
Because thatâs what she isâwho she isâat her most honest, her most vulnerable. Pleases and thank yous on her lips, a constant stream of gratitude for you, for being here with her, for making her feel so much.
âThank you,â Hanni manages, words almost a moan. âThank you for making me feel like this, for making me feel soââ
But she canât finish the sentence, canât find the words to explain the storm thatâs building inside her. So she just says it again, rising in pitch each time as the pressure builds. âThank you, thank you, thank youââ
Her nails dig into your shoulders, the first time sheâs ever inflicted anything close to pain on you; begging you to stay in place, to not move, to not pull out. You feel her need, feel it in your bones, feel it from the heat of her pussy.
âFeels soââ Hanniâs crying, sobbing now, trembling uncontrollably. Youâre holding onto her, deep inside her, giving all the time she needs to let it out. ââso good, so deep, so, so muchââ
She gasps. She tightens. She screams.
Hanniâs voice breaks off into a keening wail as it all comes crashing over her; and you donât stop, canât stop, canât do anything but keep her tethered to you as she loses herself to her climax.
âPleaseâdonât pull outâpleaseâdonât stopâpleaseâpleaseâpleaseââ
She shudders, clenches around you, pussy tightening in the sweetest way possible. Itâs that look on her face, saying everything she canât manage to say, everything she canât put into wordsâhow much she loves you, how much you complete her, how much she needs this.
Itâs a wave, pulling you under, and you let it take you, let it sweep you away until youâre drowning in the feeling of her coming apart around you, under the heat of her eyes and the grip of her body.
Her juices all over your cock, her pussy spasming around you, that blissful agony on her face. Hanniâs so sweet when she cums, so damn gorgeous, it just takes your breath away. Sheâs perfect, so perfect it hurts.
And as she comes down, as she rides out her orgasm and kisses your name into your lips, she begs of you, once last time: âYour turn.â
With strength you didnât know she still had, her legs pull you in, anchoring you to her. Her walls pulse, her body begs for you to follow.
And you do.
âGive it to me, please, cum for me, loveââ
You let go. Let the tension in your body melt away as you thrust into her one, two, three more times. Until youâre releasing, until youâre cumming, until everythingâs white-hot pleasure and Hanni on your tongue.
Load after load inside her, a hot, deep stream that leaves you groaning, that leaves her sighing, panting, joyful. Filling her up until sheâs complete, until sheâs overflowing.
You cum hard and fast, and Hanni tries her best to keep up, tries to take it all, and sheâs smilingâlaughing even, the joy of making you feel this good lighting up her features.
âH-Hanniââ you try, your cock twitching inside her, your cum spilling out of her and onto the bed, onto your thighs.
Sheâs kissing you, kissing your neck, letting you make your mess; your glorious mess of cum and sweat and saliva and her.
It feels so good, everything feels so good about her, everything sheâs doing. Sheâs holding you so tight, so greedily, shivering with every throb of your cock inside her, savouring every moment of your release.
Thereâs a moment of silence, where you just lay there, bodies entangled, hearts racing, breaths mingling. Just looking at each other, basking in the thickness of sex and satisfaction.
And Hanni smiles, so wide it could split her face in two, a smile that says sheâs never been happier.
Then, with a sigh, she relaxes, her legs loosening, ankles unlocking behind you. You roll onto your side, pulling her with you, keeping her close. Sheâs still with you, still keeping your cock inside her, and you canât help but feel like this is it.
This is home.
âBest. Morning. Ever.â
She laughs. âI donât want to get up. Donât ever want to leave this bed.â
âI donât think I can get up,â you admit somewhere into her hair.
And then it hits you. Something in the air, something in the light hitting her naked body, something in that blissful expression on her face.
It spills out of you before you can stop it: âI think Iâm in love with you.â
Her eyes widen a fraction, and she pulls back just enough to look at you, to read your face. âCareful, weâve got all day for that kind of talk.â
But she doesnât protest as you hold her tighter, feel the warmth of her body, the smell of the skin, the way she nests into your side. Fitting perfectlyâlike sheâs always been there.
So yeah, you may have said it too early, but whatever.
Todayâs the day for breaking normal rules and codes of conduct.
For breaking routines. For her.
For the promise of a long day filled with nothing but lazy kisses, whispered secrets, the sweet taste of her skin.
For staying in bed, wrapped in each otherâs arms, forgetting the outside world.
For more of this. Of Hanni. Of this perfect, perfect feeling.
So, you stay there. Not moving, not speaking. Just holding onto the moment, as the sun rises higher and higher in the sky.
And as your eyes start to drift close, as you sink into the comfort of the mattress, with her in your arms and on your mind, and youâre thinking this day couldnât get any better, Hanni whispers:
âIdiot. Iâve always been in love with you.â
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â âeven i know you ainât no good for me, but you feel so good to meâ feat. toji fushiguro & nanami kento (separate)
WARNING. you know you shouldnât be messing with them, but fuck it feels good. femreader (she/her) v in p, dirty talk. missionary, hatefucking toj, namis ur boss, corruption kink kinda in nanamis, pervy nanami, ( 1.3k ) note. kindaaa ib wy@ by brent faiyaz mhm. thank you all for the support, hope u all enjoy bc i genuinely enjoyed writing this !!
TOJI FUSHIGURO â YOUR EX
âlook at how fucking wet you are fâme baby. making a mess all over my fingers. i know you fucking miss me. cmonnn, come back to be, dollâ
youâre trying so hard to mask the raw, carnal desire that pools and swirls deep in the pit of your core, refusing to stroke at his overgrown ego any further because being here, pressed up against his stupidly muscular frame after yelling hitting, and swearing to the heavens down to hell that heâd never see you again is already more than enough.
ân-noâ you spit, an attempt to sound firm but it only comes out as a little whine making him erupt in laughter as he brings his dripping, slicked-up fingersâ theyâre glistening, covered in your mess, to your face, spreading them in front of you to make you watch how you web and coat every inch of his thick digits, âdunno why youâre tryna act all hard âs obvious you want me. pussyâs basically talkinâ ta me.â
âshut up and fuck me alreadyâ you never fail to bite.
âonly âcause you asked soo nicely,â but he always bites back.
now heâs folding you over, pushing against the backs of your thighs so he can bully his thick cock into your more than welcoming pussyâ heâs fucking into you like he hates you, knocking the air out of your lungs with every stroke, his pelvis brushing up against your clit because heâs soo deep, reminding you who your walls belong to.
âshiit tojâ itâs-â
âoh, now iâm tojâ, hm?â he tilts his head, black hair hanging to the side, raising his pitch to mock your whiny tone. you hate him. originally you had only came over to pick up some clothes you had left when you first moved out. it all happened too quick, the argument starting over something so small, you were bound to forget some things.
you told him you were coming over to get your things; he knew. so the lack of a shirt, the towel that loosely wrapped underneath the deep cut of his v-line was no coincidence. one second you were looking through his drawers for your stuff, the nextâ well, now youâre getting the shit fucked out of you.
each time he drags his heavy cock against your walls stuffing your little pussy, each time he calls you his, tells you how dirty you are for him, you slowly start to forget why you broke up with him in the first place.
âplayinâ tug a war with my, dick baby. shits so tight fuuuuck, nobody been in it since me, huh?â
you shake your head against the sheets, your resolve now dry and gone thanks to his cock pressing your sweet spot over and over and over, moans flowing past your slack jaw, âno. no oneâ
âgood fucking girl. you know nobody can fuck you like i do. who pussy is this?â heâs grunting out straight filth and heâs got that stupid smirk on his face, teeth flashing underneath the characteristic scar.
but you donât want to give into himâ fighting till the end, so you mumble a âyoursâ your head falling to the side to avoid his dark eyes, opting to stare at the blank walls that have heard your scream for him time and time again.
but he stops, fully plugging you up, making your body tense and keen. âcanât hear you, doll?â
you truly do hate him, ââm not movinâ till you answer my question. you can lay there and warm my cock all night, âs fine by me.â with every fiber in your being.
but still, you whine out a desperate ââs yoursâ a little louder, heat spreading and scorching every inch of your body like waves of molten lava. because you need it. so bare and exposed for him, so vulnerable.
âwho?â
âyourâs toji! your pussy, all yours!â
he loves breaking you down like this, pounding you to a pulp, leaving you so small and empty underneath him to pick up and glue back together.
âthere you goâ he hums, âwasnât so hard was it?â before rocking against you again, finally, finally scratching that itch so deep in your cunt only he can reach it. he knows it and with how you keep coming back, he knows you know it, too.
KENTO NANAMI â YOUR BOSS
mr. nanami, or kento as he repeatedly encourages you to call him with a sweet honeyed smile, has a thing for the cute, bright-eyed new girls that come into the office. heâll fuck em a few times, dump out his warm cum, empty his balls then move onto the next.
but with you, it was different.
you didnât stumble into his office as hurriedly as the others, didnât pick up on the subtle hints he would drop, brushing his hand against your shoulder, grazing your blouse or squeezing your arm with his large hands, reassuring you when worried about your workload like a good boss should.
but you never got it. and it made him want you even more.
so he decided to make it painstakingly obvious. saying he needed you to stay later than everyone else that night to fill out some very important paperwork you missed when you were first hired.
walking into his office .. felt different, he felt different. its dark and most importantly, his desk is empty, not a single sheet of âimportant paperworkâ in sight on the brownish wood that raises and decorates his modernly adorned office.
âsir?â you chime, grabbing his attention because he was lost in thought, adjusting himself against his black office chair with a grunt.
he smiles at you, sweetly, to hide his hunger. like a big bad wolf in sheepâs clothing âyes, come in. over here. next to meâ
you shuffle over to where he sits, his back to the tall windows that loom and overlook the city, perched up on the top floor.
âcome sitâ heâs humming, patting at the large bulge in his lap making you gulp. but you obey with a shaky, âo-okâ
heâs your boss after all.
you sit, your thighs opening, spread for him on either side of his, making your tight pencil skirt rise and bunch up around your ass. his hands move to map your now exposed upper thighs, a smile growing on his lips.
âyouâre such a hard worker. always turning in high-quality work. on time, too. i wanted to give you a reward.â
he moves higher, higher, and oh.
youâre not wearing any panties.
.. which is odd because he peaked earlier when you were bending over to pick up some dropped papersâ could'nt help his curious eyes, and he couldâve sworn you had on cute little thong. yellow. his favorite. did you take them off? just for him? fuck, you know exactly how to drive him crazy, maybe you werenât so innocent after all.
âwould you like that?â he pulls you in closer, your bare cunt now flushed against his unfortunately clothed cock, drooling onto the cottony fabric of his dress pants.
and you smile, âiâd like anything you give me, kento.â
the way you say his name goes straight to his dick. twitching against you as he unbuckles his pants, the sound of metal clacking filling your ears and making you squirm against him, your pussy clenching around nothing needy for his thick cock.
he barely pushes them down, just enough to let his cock spring out, hissing when you move forward to press your sloppy, messy cunt against him. then he groans, grabbing at the back of your neck underneath your hair to make you watch as he slides in, forcing his cock past your puffy lips into your tight little hole.
youâre already hooked on the stretch. your jaw slacking open at how he fills you all the way up. your perv of a boss, slicking your walls with his precum.
âhow â fuck, how long have you wanted to fuck me, hm?â
you press your hand against his chest, using it as leverage to roll and rock your hips against him.
âsince i first laid my eyes on you, sweetheartâ
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