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ËĘâĄÉË Fans ship you with another member
ââ when you've been dating in secret but the fans think you look good with his bandmate
pair ⢠enhypen x idol!reader
genres ⢠fluff, one shot, humor
HEESEUNG
Heeseung was not new to the concept of shipping. Getting involved involved in multiple cases himself, he's already come to the point where he has gotten used to all the edits and theories. So seeing his s/o get involved in some of their own was not really a shock.
Until he came across a few tiktok conspiracies of you and Sunghoon after the two of you hosted together for a music show. Comments were flooding with statements of how you both had good chemistry and that you two would make a good couple.
"Should I request the company to get us to MC together for the next show or..." Heeseung suggested, rewatching the edit on his phone.
"You could. Then you could kiss me as part of an adlib too if you want" You joked, knowing too well how that would get the both of you in a lot of trouble. "Don't test me" He replied with a smirk growing on his face
JAY
Award show season was a field day for fans. Other than the awards and performances, people always looked forward to the interactions and stage reactions. And it wasn't any different for the Heeseung and Y/N shippers.
As you were seated in the audience watching your boyfriend, Jay perform his part of their performance with Heeseung, you couldn't help but enjoy yourself with the stage they just put up. But of course, the fans thought differently. Shippers online were talking about how you were gushing and cheering for his bandmate rather than him, which Jay thought was absurd considering that there were two members on the stage at that time.
"I was right there, how could they get it so wrong?" He complained while scrolling through the tags causing you to laugh at his reaction. "If it helps, I could start smiling when you start singing your parts in the next show." "Please"
JAKE
"So care to explain why the internet thinks you and Sunoo would make a good couple?" You turned your head to meet with your boyfriend's face who was pouting while trying to show your ship name trending.
Hundreds and hundreds of tweets talking about the compatibility of you and Sunoo would have has gone wild. So much, that even an article was written about it. 'Not a couple, but we wouldn't mind if they were'
"I don't know. You tell me" You replied as you reached out to grab the phone from his hand to see the edits of you and his bandmate. Most of which talking about how your visuals compliment each other and how you have a lot of similarities. "Hm...we do look cute don't we?" "Hey!" Jake protested, grabbing his phone back. "Individually, yes. Together? No way. You're mine"
SUNGHOON
"You won't believe what I just found" Ni-ki stated as he entered the living room. You were staying over at the Enhypen dorms for the afternoon before you head over for you comeback practice. "There's this fanfiction of Y/N and Jungwon going around"
Sunghoon quickly straightened his back and grabbed the phone from Ni-ki's hand to see what he was talking about. And there it was, a fanfiction of his s/o and bandmate with tons of likes. "Jungwon!" He shouted causing you to grab his wrist. "Oh calm down, it's not like it's true" "Yeah well I'm just saying, if it was about you and me, that story would've been published on bookstores"
"I have nothing to do with this by the way" Jungwon protested as he looked over the maknae's shoulder to see what the commotion was about.
SUNOO
It was widely known about how amazing of a dancer you were. It was one of the things Sunoo loved about you. But it was also one of the things the internet saw as something you had in common with Enhypen's maknae.
When the year-end show's were beginning to be announced, fans rushed online to request a special stage with you and Ni-ki, with some even going as far as calling it a "couple dance".
"Couple dance? What are they talking about couple dance? Just 'dance' is where we draw the line" Sunoo protested with a pout on his face. Amused to see the jealous look on his face, you couldn't help but smother him in kisses. "You're so adorable, you know that? And besides, that just means I have more excuses to visit your practice room"
JUNGWON
It was comeback season for both you and your boyfriend's group. Of course, you couldn't pass on the opportunity on doing a tiktok challenge with them. This time, the task of doing the challenge was going to be with Jake. But it wasn't a problem for you or Jungwon. He still made sure to support his s/o and his bandmate as he watched them film for the video.
That was until they were up and posted, and the comments started talking about how the two of them looked cute and that they were beginning to ship them.
"Okay, from now on, I'll be doing all your tiktok challenges"
"But what if-"
"I will do all of them"
NI-KI
You probably lucked out because it wasn't everyday that you got the chance to film a variety show with yours and your boyfriend's group.
Everyone was having a blast. The whole cast was laughing and joking around, Enhypen and your members seem to be very comfortable around each other, and you get to spend the whole day with Ni-ki.
When a part of the game asked you to pair up with someone else from the lineup, and Jay just so happens to be the person available to the job.
When the show was aired, the shipping was almost inevitable. The edits and the conspiracy theories were everywhere! Contrast to popular belief, I don't think Riki is the type to get jealous over something as silly (as what he describes it) as fans making ship edits, but he will make it a topic at the table.
"Jay hyung, I heard you and y/n-"
"Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it"
#leehslvr_writes#enhypen fluff#enhypen fanfic#enhypen reactions#enhypen fic#enhypen x reader#enhypen au#heeseung#lee heeseung#enhypen#jungwon#sunghoon#jay#park jongseong#jake sim#kim sunoo#nishimura riki#kpop
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We surface eventually, and clamber down the back stairs and out into sharp morning light, squinting against the sun. I feel like a vampire. My friendsâ faces are gaunt and drawn, eyes still black. They look like theyâve been dead for a week.Â
Except Jen, sober Jen, who smiles sleepily and stretches her arms, breath condensing in the cold air. âGod, that was mad,â she says. âWhat time is it?â
âEight,â I say. Being out in the daylight like this is always weird, with families walking around, people going to work, while we are like creatures who have dug our way out of the earth, lurching toward home amongst the living. My mouth is so dry, and my jaw hurts. I foresee an afternoon spent throwing up, head in the toilet bowl, groaning as Jonas hammers on the door, appealing to my sense of humanity by reminding me thereâs only one bathroom in the apartment.  Â
âOh, well, I should probably pack my bags and stuff.â Jen says.
I rub my eyes. âOh, your flight.â
âOh, Jen,â Dalia says with a big sad face, âI wish you could stay,â they hug, and rock each other side to side. âPlease, come back and visit. This was so fun.â
âI swear!â Jen says. âI love you guys. Come see me in Dublin!â
âDonât make them go there,â I say, to which she laughs. âActually, yeah. Never mind. Iâll come back here! And for longer!â
âPlease!â Elias and Dalia cry in unison, and then we leave, trudging toward the train station.Â
She snoozes on my shoulder on the U-Bahn, while Jonas and I, wired, wide awake, stare at our reflections in the window all the way back to Kreutzberg.Â
I lie on my bed, eyes on the cracks on the ceiling, while Jen shoves things into her suitcase. Sheâs cleaned off all her makeup, leaving black smudged wiped crumpled on the surrounding floor.Â
âThis was so fun,â sheâs saying. âI had such a good time. I mean, last night was amazing. Did you see I kissed that girl with the fan?â
âThe fan?â
âYeah, she was carrying this weird, lacy fan. Anyway, she was dead pretty. I wish Iâd gotten her number.â
âWhy didnât you?â
âI tried, but she didnât speak English. There was no point.â
âSo you didnât speak before you starting kissing her.â
âNo, we didnât need to. I just met her eyes across the dancefloor and we both knew.â
âAh, nice.â
The mattress shifts under her weight, and her face slides into my vision, pink cheeked, with eyeliner still smudged in the spaces between her lashes. âYouâre coming down.â
âYep.â
âPoor Judie. Rough day ahead.â
âHonestly, itâll probably be a few days. A week, even.â
âOof. Do you do this a lot?â
âToo much, probably.â
âOh well,â she plonks back down to the rug and continues shoving things into her case. âAt least I know youâre having fun over here. Iâd be worried youâre suffering.â
âDo you worry about that?â
âKind of.â
I laugh gently. âNo, Jenny. Iâm not suffering. Things are good.â
She struggles with the zip, and it rasps lowly against the bulk. âI was worried I wouldnât like your friends, you know. Iâm glad I met them, because theyâre amazing.â
âYeah?â
âYeah. I wish they were my friends. Jonas is adorable. Elias too, so fun, and Dalia is probably the coolest girl I ever met in my life. I never got to ask her what part of America she comes from.â
âPittsburgh.â
âI dunno where that is.â
âNowhere close to where I grew up.â
âYou sound different when you talk to her.â
Turning my head is an effort, and the room lurches a little. Later, Iâll probably be so dizzy that standing up feels like getting off the waltzers. âHow so?â
âYour accent gets more American. Did you know that?â
âNo.â
âWell, it does. I suppose when youâre talking to someone from the states you kind of copy what theyâre doing, or something. Itâs just funny, because you werenât like that at home.â
âWith dad?â
âYeah.â
âWell, itâs not like I really talk to him, is it?â
She pauses thoughtfully. âWell, Iâve heard you say âokayâ to him a few times.â
âHm,â I say. âWell, maybe Iâll lose my Irish accent while Iâm here.â
âWould you like to?â
I shrug. âSure.â
I shut my eyes in the hopes it will stave off the wave of dizziness that comes over me. My temples throb gently with the onset of a headache. I half listen as Jen goes on about how great my friends are, Jonas, Elias, Dalia. Perhaps sheâs hoping I wonât notice who she has left out, but she is wrong.Â
âWhat did you think of Astrid?â I say, and she pauses, just for a beat, before answering with enormous enthusiasm.Â
âOh, sheâs gorgeous. You were right. Even better in person than in the pictures.â
âYeah.â I roll on my side. âSheâs incredible looking, I know, but⌠like, did you like her?â
âOf course I did.â
âYeah?â
âSheâs so nice.â
I hesitate. Astrid isnât that nice. At least itâs not a word I would use to describe her ahead of something like intelligent, confident, shrewd. Out of all the traits she has that I admire, I couldnât say her niceness is something that sticks out. Itâs not important to me, and I require it from her. Nice isnât untrue, exactly, but it's not a real answer.
âYour opinion is really important to me,â I say, and she busies herself in her backpack, double checking for her phone charger and passport.Â
âNo, I mean it,â she says distractedly. âShe seems to care a lot about you, and thatâs the main thing, you know what I mean?â
On my elbow now, I look at her, pulling things out of her bag and shoving them back in, and my anxiety rises. I wanted our dinner to go a little better, sure, and they could have hit it off more than they did, but Astrid is Astrid. Sheâs a tough nut to crack at the first meeting. It takes a while for her to warm up, to get comfortable. She takes some getting used to.Â
âI know things were a bit awkward there, when we were talking about school, and she didnât have anything to say and all that.â
She waves this off. âNo, itâs fine. She didnât have to say anything. I was more worried about whether we were annoying her by talking about it so much.â
âI doubt it.â
âItâs alright, like, she doesnât need to have the same humour as me.â
I frown. âWell, you and I have the same humour. In fact, weâre so alike that I thought youâd get along with her.â
âWe got along.â
âBut you werenât bowled over.â
She sighs, âJude, donât make me talk myself into an awkward position.â
âIâm not doing that. Iâm just wondering what you thought.â
âYeah, but itâs like youâre not accepting my answer.â
âYou havenât answered.â
âI have. I said sheâs nice.â
âYeah, but like, âniceâ is a non-answer.â
âSheâs not what I expected, right? But thereâs nothing wrong with that. I just always thought youâd prefer to go out with a girl that laughed at the same things as you, or was silly and goofy, or, I donât know, less⌠severe. Iâll meet Astrid again, and Iâm sure Iâll be bowled over. We just didnât have a lot of time to get to know each other. It was only a few hours, and, I dunno, Jonas was there too, and I was talking to him, mostly.â
âIââ I decide to ignore the first part about the girls I supposedly like. âWell, I hope so. Iâd be pretty sad if my girlfriend and my best friend didnât get along.â
âEveryone is friendly here.â
âRight.â
âI can tell you donât believe me.â
I sigh reluctantly, and fall back onto the bed. My headache makes my brain slosh against the inside of my skull. âJenny, I do. I believe you,â I say. âAnd Iâm glad you like her. Itâd be really fucking shit for me if you didnât.â
âWell, I do.â
âIâm glad.â
âGood.â
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#lucky boy 2011#sorry for late post Iâm painting a ceiling lol#sims 4 story#ts4#sims 4#sims 4 storytelling#sims storytelling#sims story#simblr#simblr story
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Runaway Royalty 10
Part 9
Eddie spent the rest of the evening convening with his inner circle in one of the caveâs alcoves, speaking so quietly, there wasnât a way to figure out where the conversation was going, even when Steve found reason to go by the mouth of it no less than three times. Not that he was counting. No, Robin was and before he could make his forth pass, she hooked her arm with his and dragged him off to the space sheâd taken as their own.Â
âIâd say you look as lost as a child but Iâve never seen a pup so forlorn as you right now.â
âI do not!â, Steve pulled his arm away and sat on the blankets provided to them.
Robin knew that pose. It was his âIâm going to sit in front of my vanity and primpâ pose that he did. Usually to ignore someone until they went away. But as he didnât have a vanity-
âWhere did you get that?â, Robin gasped as Steve took out a compact mirror.
âI always pack the essentialsâ, Steve said, looking himself over, fluffing his hair with one hand while the other held the mirror.
Robin rolled her eyes. âYou canât ignore me forever with that little thing.â
âI can ignore you just long enough.â He brought the mirror closer, looking for what, Robin couldnât tell. Steve would spend hours in front of his vanity and Robin could never tell you what Steve had even changed. But he always seemed satisfied by the end of it.
Robin plopped down next to him, scooting until her head was in his lap. Steve was able to hold out for approximately thirty seconds before looking down at her. Only to see her eyes had gotten big, round, and wet. Steve groaned.
âDonât use those against me. Iâm the one who taught you how to do that.â
âI learned from the bestâ, Robin pouted.
Steve sighed and put the mirror away. Robin smiled in triumph and sat up, leaning her shoulder against his. Steve sighed again and nuzzled the top of her head. She may have been an alpha and he an omega, but he was still her big brother. That five minute difference meant something to him.
âWhat are you thinking about?â, Robin asked.
âItâs silly.â
âSillier than running away from home?â
âItâs as silly as thinking that we may need to return homeâ, Steve confessed.
Robin blinked and pulled away. âWait, are you serious?â
âEddie said that Prince Edwinâs disappearance is causing distress among his kingdom. With you and I gone, our kingdom wonât be too far behind.â
Robin frowned. âYou donât think thereâll be a coup, do you? Or a war? Just over us? Thereâs still a whole line of succession.â
âHaving three royals suddenly disappear is no small thingâ, Steve said.
âYes, but we didnât know about Prince Edwin when we did itâ, Robin pointed out. âAnd do you really want to be apart from Eddie?â
Steve brought his knees up to his chest. âYou know I donât. I know this is just infatuation but IâŚitâs silly.â
âYouâre very silly today.â
âCould it not become a true romance? If it were given time?â
Robin laid her head on Steveâs shoulder and rubbed her cheek against it, scenting him. âI think whatever you want to do, you should do it soon. It feels like our path and his will diverge soon.â
That night, they cuddled up close together and fell asleep. Royal blood dictated that after a certain age, they had to sleep separately. Common folk typically slept with their pack in nests but if the royal family did so, it made it all the more easier for assassins. Theyâd both missed being able to sleep with each other.
But when morning came, Robin tugged his ear gently, coaxing him awake. It might have been gentle, but he was still annoyed by it and tried going back to sleep.Â
âYou have a gentleman callerâ, she whispered into his ear.
Steve stiffened and then quickly relaxed. He whispered back. âHow long?â
âHeâs been stalking for about ten minutes.â
He wanted to slap her. âAnd you didnât wake me?â
âIâve been trying.â
Steve turned onto his back, pretending to stretch and yawn, then rose to a sitting position. He fixed his hair up a bit just in time to hear Eddieâs footsteps move across their cave. But instead of continuing, as if he were patrolling, he paused at the mouth of it.
âOh, youâre up.â
âI amâ, Steve said, voice soft.
Robin could have rolled her eyes but she refrained. She knew Eddie was trying to talk to Steve but was being annoyingly coy about it. It was a little funny though, watching Steve put on the whole âdemure omegaâ act.
âWell good morning to you. And to you Robinâ, Eddie gave a bow.
âGood morning Eddie. I assume you have business with my brother, yes?â
âThat I do, if I may have your leaveâ, he said as he rose back up.
âHmm, I donât know, the last time you two were left alone-â
Steve threw the blanket off of himself, into Robinâs face and got up to meet Eddie at the mouth of the cave. âIgnore her. She doesnât know when a joke has gone too far.â
Eddie chuckled as he watched Robin struggle under the fabric. âOh but âtis no joke for me. She is your kin and an alpha at that. I intend to do right by the both of you.â
âAnd to what end?â, Steve asked.
âI invited you both to join my pack. That makes you my responsibility.â
âIs that why you wish to converse with Steve alone?â, Robin asked, finally getting to her feet.
Eddieâs cheeks flushed and he hesitated to answer just long enough for Robin to scoff. He was so incredibly obvious. He and Steve deserved each other, truly.
âGo on, the both of you. Just remember sound travels in these tunnels.â
Now Steve was blushing but he was already rushing Eddie out. It was odd, how short theyâd known each other and yet he couldnât wait to get him alone again.
âSo what did you want to talk about?â, Steve asked, their arms linked together.
Eddieâs heart swelled when their gazes met. He couldnât believe heâd come to care for someone in such a short amount of time. He may need to return as Prince Edwin, but that didnât mean he had to part from Steve, did it? Eddie wanted to believe his fiance would understand. Wherever he was. Maybe Prince Stephen had gone to elope with his own lover, Eddie couldnât be sure.
The only thing he could be sure of was the fact that he wanted more time with the omega on his arm right now. Not some faceless royal who heâd never met. Eddie led their stroll across the main cavern, towards his own space.
âI meant what I said. I invited you and Robin to join us. And I know we havenât officially set it, but I already consider the both of you pack.âÂ
Eddie felt emboldened when he could smell Steveâs interest. When they got to his den, Eddie sat Steve on a pillow. One that seemed like it was meant for nicer places than a cave. A blanket over the mouth acted as a privacy curtain for the space.
âYou heard what I said last night. I have to return home. Someone else will lead the bandits. But you and Robin you couldâŚâ Eddie knelt in front of Steve. âYou could come and stay with me.â
âSâŚstay with you?â, Steve breathed out.
âI want to court you the way you deserve, Steve. For longer than a day, for longer than a month. You deserve love letters, and courting gifts, and for me to earn Robinâs approval.â
âYou would do all of that? Welcome us into your home and promise me all of that?â
Eddie grabbed Steveâs hands. âI may not look like I come from much but weâve got plenty of room.â It was all Eddie had thought about last night. Bringing Steve into the castle, introducing him to his family and being allowed to show the world his love. It was unorthodox, a prince courting and then marrying a commoner. But it was what his parents had done. That was something heâd been entirely truthful about.
Not many knew exactly what happened to the Bandit King. But Princess Tannis falling for someone below her station was well known. His parents would be hypocrites to not accept Steve. If they had a problem with it, heâd run away again. But Steve was meant for the throne.
âIf I acceptâŚâ, Steve started, his hands smoothing up Eddieâs arms. âWould we be allowed to consummate the courtship?â
âI donât see why notâ, Eddie said, his own arms coming around Steveâs waist and bringing them to their feet.Â
Their faces got close, pausing to savor their scents mixing when the blanket was pulled back, revealing Gareth. âI drew the short straw. Come and eat.â
Steve sighed but Eddie patted his hip. âAll for the best, my sweet. I said you deserve better than a forest floor and I didnât mean a cave.â Now that his path was clear, Eddie knew exactly what he had to do. What he wanted to do. Any thoughts of Prince Stephen had been completely erased from his mind. It was all just Steve, Steve, Steve.
Part 11 coming soon
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The babbling of human words became more familiar, the tone of reassurance a comfort for her. Words were lost, but tone could be felt...and the woman's tone was warm. It was far less harsh amongst these people than the trappers on the boat, to be sure. It was...nice listening to them talk, even if Stranger couldn't exactly understand them. The leader's mother seemed so kind and so warm. Would she and her human mother have gotten along? She hoped so.
If nothing else, knowing that there were people who lived with dragons like her made her feel less alone in the world. She felt far less isolated, despite meeting these people from within the bars of a cage.
Sunchaser leaned into Valka, rumbling at her and accepting the gesture she offered. The brothers, too, felt less alone upon meeting these people, especially Valka. They never knew about humans who lived with dragons and certainly no one who was anything like Stranger. Granted, Valka wasn't completely feral like they were, so she likely lived with dragons when she was much older unlike Stranger who was taken in as a child.
Looking over the older woman's shoulder, Stranger peered at Toothless and Seabreak sitting next to one another. Though she rejected his offer to play, she was glad to see the alpha treating herself and her brothers with patience, kindness, and acceptance.
Though...seeing the branch in Toothless's mouth gave her an idea. Ever since she was young, she had an instinct to convey her thoughts in any way she could, including visually. Sometimes some stray flowers could stain on stone walls, sometimes a stray branch allowed the sand to become a veritable canvas.
None of the other dragons had this instinct...so maybe that was something uniquely human for her. Maybe...maybe in place of words, she could communicate with pictures!
Getting up and shaking herself, her dragonskin wrappings crinkling with the sudden movement, Stranger quickly scrambled away, leaving her meal on the nearest rock, to find a suitable branch. One not too big, not too small...one with a blunt end and a narrow end.
Approaching Toothless once she had found a suitable branch, she squinted at him. This wouldn't be her best work, given that it's just meant to be a demonstration, but it would have to do.
Warbling at Toothless to stay still, Stranger immediately got to work, starting with his face. She used the blunt end of the branch for the outline and shape and the narrow end for the smaller details, like his eyes, nose, and the little spines on his forehead. She'd drawn her family enough times to know the shape of them by heart, even if Toothless was a little different. He had more appendages on his head than they did and his ears were much longer. He wasn't as smooth as they were, but his shape was similar enough that this was easy for her.
Occasionally, she would have to pause to approach him, being sure not to touch him without permission to count the number of spines on his feet or the number of points in his fins on her fingers. She could really only comfortably count to ten. She could count higher than that, but that was difficult. Thankfully, she didn't have to with Toothless.
It took a bit of time, but she finished with a satisfactory rumble in her throat, only taking one moment to observe the symbol on Toothless's prosthetic before etching it in with the narrow end of the branch and deciding she was finished.
Carefully, she laid the branch down across his likeness's mouth to complete it, mirroring the dragon holding it now as she turned to the humans with a small warble. Do you like it? Did I do a good job?
At the offer of the stick, Toothless accepted, gingerly picking it up in his mouth.
He plopped down next to Seabreak, trying to convey that he was grateful.
Hiccup waited, turned away, only looking forward again once he felt the dragon's nose press into his palm. Stepping closer, he began to stroke the dragon's head. "I know it can be hard, but maybe we can help your sister, and the three of you." Glancing over at the woman, he looked back at the dragon in front of him. "I just wish we could...communicate better...but, we'll find a way..."
Valka gave the girl a soft smile as she pulled away.
Her eyes widened slightly as the girl spoke another Norse word. "Oh...no, it's-it's perfectly alright, lass..." She turned to Sunchaser, holding her hand out to him, using a method she learned under the Bewilderbeast to offer him some comfort as well. "It looks like you four are quite close, yes?"
Hiccup made his way back over to them. "Is she alright?"
"Yes, she seems better. She might now a few more words than we think, actually, which is great news."
"Yeah?" Hand to his chin, he got an idea. "What if we taught her our language? Then, then we can see what her story really is, what she and these dragons are looking for?"
#dragonmasterhiccup#rp thread#(he's gonna come back one day and every inch of sand is gonna be drawn on i swear)#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#httyd oc#httyd rp#httyd#rp#{Stranger}#{Streak}#{Seabreak}#{Sunchaser}
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that ending had me saying good for him but that's just me idk
#saltburn#saltburn spoilers#i would honestly give it like a 7.5-8/10#some ppl on twitter were making it seem like it was complete and total garbage#but idk i enjoyed it and the twists they had towards the end#i do think somethings were just done for shock value#and there were likely other ways they could have gotten the point across#and personally there wasn't enough oliver/felix to really drive home the obsession#but it think i just wanted more of them in general lmao
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effortlessly yours ⧠jeon jungkook
summary: in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets youâthe one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, youâve welcomed him to change your life for the better.
⧠genre/au: banker!jk x bartender!y/n [she/her. afab]. strangers to lovers. smut.
⧠16.9k words
warnings: smut. heavy plot. oc is lowkey broke as helll and jk is lowkey a chaebol but humble fr đŠ. princess treatment. beware ocâs ex is taehyung and heâs not great. slow burn. smutâriding. missionary. oral [both receiving]. heavy make outs. heavy petting. breast play. use of protection. needy af. â jkâs friends kinda rude but also not? rich boys. financial problems. mention of economic differences. damn near love at first sight. everyoneâs an ex boyf hater. oc forced to live with ex bc of money. love at first sight? jk is whipped :(. for once heâs not a fighter, heâs just a pretty boy with money to spoil his gf <3
song inspo: wasnât looking â eliza, love between â kali uchis, blue â billie eilish, salvatoreâ lana del rey, I wanna be yours â arctic monkeys
I forgot but god bless @vngelicc for putting up with my constant plot changes and helping me out đ
Many of your nights have been spent at this small place serving drinks to the same people, engaging in the same conversation, going through the same thing. Without a fail youâve lived in this cycle of mundaneness and it drive you insane.
Nothing ever happened to you and when it did, it was never for the better. Thatâs what youâve always thought anyway.
âAny Macallan? I'll have a glass,â You stared at the stranger with a blank expression, he met you with an unwavering gaze looking every bit out of place here as you felt.
Heâs asking if you carry an expensive bottle of Bourbon that a place like this could not afford keeping in stock. If you did, no one here would want to pay the price of a glass. Compared to the regulars around the bar he clearly stood out to everyone. The college guys who lived a couple blocks down looked at him just as strangely as the two office workers down the bar did.
âWeâve got Buchannanâs,â You said plainly, taking his attention away from the aged jukebox in the corner that now had a big screen attached to it. It was your typical bar with its dark countertops, pool tables, darts, et cetera. It was the first place he could find on this side of townâclearly not a place of luxury.
âIâll take it,â He tried to sound happy about it, biting down at his bottom lip as his phone screen lit up with notifications. He had nearly a dozen texts from close friends asking him what his plans were for tonight but he didnât want to talk right now and theyâd want to know why.
Soon you had his glass of whiskey in front of him and he was opening a tab while you helped others. You didnât think much about the man aside from how attractive he looked. Many stragglers found their way here but after one night theyâd return to wherever theyâre from and never look back.
âYou drink that expensive whiskey because you like it or because you can afford it?â
An older man spoke up from across the bar, looking at the stranger with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Heâs one of those guys that gets a few drinks in him and either wants to spark conversation or a fight. Part of you paid attention to the conversation, part of you looked at the line of messages on your phone.
âIâm sorry?â The guy from earlier asked seemingly unimpressed by the attempt to get to him. The older man was dressed in a dirty t-shirt and flannel while he wore some expensive suit like heâd just gotten off work.
âOr is it to impress?â
âImpress who?â A light scoff left his lips, looking around the bar, eyes hesitating on you for a moment. Aside from you there were a few others who might catch his eye but not enough for him to point out or feel the need to impress.
You werenât even looking at anyone or him for that matter, your attention was solely on your cell phone and by the look on your face, whatever was on there was more important. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and your brows began to furrow with concentration as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.
unknown: can we talk when ur done working?
unknown: itâs about us
What?
âY/n maybe? I doubt any of us are your typeââ
What? You looked up immediately at the call of your name, ready to make someone another cocktail or close someoneâs tab. Instead you were called in the middle of a conversation that you wanted no part of.
âAnother beer?â You tried to cut in and shut the regular up but it was a useless attempt because everyone around the bar was already staring at youâincluding the stranger. How did you miss whatever they were talking about? You were too focused on the texts from a certain someone that you had lost attention to people at the bar.
âWhat is your name anyway? Iâve never seen you here before,â The customer told him, ignoring you and trying to push for more talk. You just sighed and leaned back thinking back to your phone.
âJeon Jungkook,â He said in his usual confident manner, gaze flickering to you for a moment but you were distracted once more, this time typing rapidly. You were pretty, too pretty to be serving these guys on a Tuesday night.
Another man appeared from behind a door holding more bottles of liquor. He looked indifferent to whatever was going on out here but when he looked at you, you said something. Jungkook was more interested to hear what that was than whatever the people around him had to say.
The two of you talked for a while and he distracted himself with his phone.
hobi: doubles tomorrow with jimin and jin? đž
jungkook: I couldnât think of anything worse
jimin: watch urself
jin: and whereâd u run off to tonight
Your coworker, Yoongi, looked at you with concerned eyes. Youâve known each other long enough to know when somethings wrong and Yoongi was able to tell so fast, âIf you need to make a call just go, Iâll take over for now.â
His friend asked the question heâs been trying to ask himself all night. Howâd he find himself here on the other side of the city with the only people to entertain him being drunks and⌠you?
âIs he always like this?â Jungkook found himself asking now that the man from earlier had moved on to someone else to bother. You looked ready to run out but stopped to look at him. Yoongi was giving you time to sort whatever problem you had at the moment but now a customer was talking to you.
You shrugged, âYeah but heâs harmless, a little annoying but funny.â
jungkook: some bar but Iâm leaving soon
Jungkook looked at you up close now. You wore all black, somewhere between casual but dressed up enough. From what he can tell youâre pretty, like an effortless kind of pretty. You barely cared to engage with him, completely unaware of how he looked you over.
âCan I close my tab?â He asked as he fished for his wallet.
âNo problem, remind me the name,â Yoongi came up from behind you, hand on your back urging you to go and heâll take care of it. Jungkook looked at him with disinterest as you ran off in a hurry and sighed, âJeon Jungkook.â
jungkook: itâs boring
The place he called home was about thirty minutes away from the bar he visited a few nights ago. He lived on the upper side of the city where buildings towered sky high and rent was at high rates, lavish nightlife and lounge rooms he could spend all night in drinking with his friends. Thatâs why it baffled him to sit somewhere like the place heâd gone to and feel so comfortable. It felt secretive, a mutual understanding of where one goes when they want to be alone and have a drinkâno matter how bad it is. He wouldnât have been able to do that around here without running into someone.
âHave you decided who your date will be?â
No, he had not. In fact it was the last thing on his mind and something Jungkook would prefer to fully ignore. Itâs all heâs heard about for the past month and he doesnât think he can go any longer talking about it. A date to a charity event hosted by his parents was too overwhelming of a task. They have to be polite, well maintenanced, proper, et cetera. Heâs sure he can call up whatever woman heâd taken on a date these last couple of years but not a single one did he find⌠good enough? Terrible phrasing but the truth.
âHave you?â Jungkook asked one of his close friends, Hoseok, as the two sat in his office wasting time before they could be done for the day. His office sat on one of the top floors of a national banking center just a few minutes from where he resided. He sat behind his black oak wood desk spinning a pointed leather opener against his notepad creating a small dent in it.
âObviously,â Hobi rolled his eyes playfully, making Jungkook look at him seriously. âWill she be as embarrassing as the one last time?â
âI hope not, last yearâs date was a total mess. I couldn't look your parents in the eye for three months,â He said back, sitting down on the black leather daybed just a few feet away from Jungkook. The office was big with tall bookshelves and floor to ceiling windows overlooking skyscrapers and the Han River not too far behind. There was a desktop with two monitors along with a laptop and television, a closet and storage roomâeven a few dumbbells and a treadmill in the corner. âDo you know how hard that is when your fatherâs the CFO of the company I work for?!â
âI couldnât imagine the difficulty of that,â Jungkook couldnât help but chuckle knowing firsthand how his dad can be when he feels disrespectedâespecially in front of the press while hosting an important, annual event.
âIâve got dinner with the girl tonight, sheâs been telling me about this friend whoâs been dying to meet you,â Hoseok said with raised brows, âSheâs pretty hot.â
âWho? The girl or her friend?â Jungkook asked, typing away on his desktop, searching for the bar heâd visited the other night. There was very little overview about the place, but he didnât expect much anyway. It looked like it brought a decent amount of business to get by but nothing more than that. You mustâve been local to the area or why would you be working there? Hell, for how little you seemed interested in him, he couldnât stop thinking about you. What was it that got his attention?
âBoth,â Hoseok said in response.
Jungkook let out a small sigh watching the time pass by, âIâll think about it.â
It was unlikely he ever would, he thought, attempting to focus back on his friend and who he was talking about. As arrogant as it might sound, thereâs always someone dying to meet him. Usually it never works out and instead itâs used as a bragging right that they were taken out by him. He would like to meet someone organically, nothing forced or ingenuine. Someone he runs into and charms them without his reputation involved. How could he meet someone like that?
There was moisture lingering in the air as you left the small cafe you worked at during the week. It was midday and you wouldnât have to be at work again till later tonight so the only thing on your mind was a good sleep.
You barely made it onto the bus when your phone began to ring and you put on your headphones to answer, âHello?â
âGreat, youâre alive. I was getting paranoid after the third ring,â Your friend said immediately once the call connected, âAre you off!â
âYeah, until tonight,â You told her, staring out the foggy window of the overcrowded midday bus.
âIs Taehyung home? You want to come to mine instead?â Yeaun asked, sounding concerned but you just shook your head no even if she couldnât see it.
âItâs alright, heâs not home anyway,â You said to her with a sigh, âI live there too and if heâs going to make a problem or it then maybe he should move out sooner.â
Yeaun was quiet for a moment, not sure if you were being serious or not. Or course itâs not the first time you and your âboyfriendâex boyfriendâboyfriendâ break it off suddenly but this is different. You live with each other now and have for a few months. Why would Taehyung ask you to find a place with him if he was going to end it a few months into the lease? What an asshole.
âAlright, well Iâll talk to you later, maybe Iâll stop by the bar and catch up,â Yeaun finally said to which you mumbled back your response and ended the call.
You arrived at an empty apartment with a stack of blankets and pillows on the couch and a large bed with one person claiming it now. You tucked yourself into bed hoping that you ex boyfriend wonât be home when you wake up.
By the time the sun set and the only plan Jungkook had was to go home, he began to think about the place he visited a few days ago. There was nothing special about it but it was somewhat comfortingâeven with some of the elderly regulars getting on his case, he kind of liked it. It was amusing and harmless banter that he could put up with for some time alone. When he was off and his friend asked him to go out for dinner, Jungkook turned him down to drive across town on his own.
Like last time, the same people sat around the bar but a few new faces took up some of the tables scattered around. You stood behind the counter indulging in conversation with the bartender next to you and Jungkook found himself sitting at the corner of the bar top and away from the loudness.
âI see they didnât scare you off,â You said once you spotted him alone. Thereâs not many new people coming by, especially ones that looked like him so he was easy to remember. He looked at you with rounded, curious eyes and shook his head, âNot yet.â
You asked if he wanted the same as last time and once he said yes, you were turning your back to him. Heâs going to be honest⌠he couldnât help but stare a little longer this time. You wore a short black skirt with dark stockings and a fitted tee making you seem casual and comfortable but at the same time he thought you were pretty. He couldnât tell if you were into makeup or not but he assumed youâd be attractive either way. Last time you seemed glum, but tonight you were smiling.
âAm I that forgettable?â Jungkook asked when you made your way back to his side, he nodded toward the old man who bothered him last time and how he barely acknowledged him today. He wonders if he asked because he cared or because he wanted to have something to say. There was nothing better going on and unlike before, tonight he's up for talkingâto you.
âNo, heâs just a Drunk,â You whispered jokingly, moving just a little closer his way. To be honest, he nearly forgot all about you. The two of you had such a small interaction days ago that his life just got in the way. It felt meaningless and like it was never going to happen again but here he is, finding comfort at the little bar you worked at. He couldnât help but be entertained by it.
âI asked my boss about the bottle you wanted last time and he said we canât afford it for just one person, so youâre out of luck if you start stopping by more often,â You said casually, looking indifferent but he caught a glimmer of curiosity in your gaze.
âIâll have to bring you some then,â Jungkook sat up straighter, âGive you a little taste.â
âIâm not into whiskey,â You gave him a small shrug, âI prefer the drinks where I canât taste the alcohol.â
That made him laugh a little harder than he needed to, âY/n, right? I think I remember hearing one of them say it.â
Your only form of response was a nod of your head but he didnât mind the lack of enthusiasm. Thereâs something about the way you seem reserved but not scared to talk back to him sort of draws him in. You looked at each other with the same intensity and he wanted to see how long it could go.
âY/n.â
You rushed away from him finding whoever needed help and he thought of what to say.
âSo how many nights do you spend working here?â He asked once you came by him again. So far both nights he stumbled into this place youâve been behind the counter with a blasè look to your eyes. It was a shame considering how pretty you were for you to be stuck behind a counter getting stressed over who knows what.
âPractically all of them,â You sighed leaning against the counter.
Jeon Jungkook doesnât care for meaningless conversation ike this. It was such a waste of time and he always found himself struggling for what to say.
âSo what happened the other night?â He blurted out before he could think clearly. He blames it on the whiskey for sounding so blunt as it rushed to his face. You couldnât read him as easily as he thought and tried to figure out what he was asking about. The other night?
Oh.
âNothing too concerning,â You brushed off your breakup with Taehyung hoping he knew nothing. The situation with Taehyung was not someone you wanted everyone to know aboutâespecially not a stranger. It was embarrassing to admit you were still living with your cheating on and off ex boyfriend because itâs better than sleeping outside.
âAnd here I was hoping for a story time,â Jungkook muttered under his breath, checking his phone and the dozen messages and missed calls. Like earlier, you left him to help someone else and this time instead of him trying to find something to say it was you.
âIf you start visiting more regularly maybe Iâll fill you in,â You said half-heartedly.
Youâve always thoughtâhopedâthat home is where the heart would be. You should live in a place that doesnât give you anxiety or depression. Living in this apartment with your ex boyfriends gives you both. When he was home youâd avoid leaving your bedroom at all and when heâs gone youâre worried about the time heâd get home.
You werenât scared of him, but you hated him.
The two of you have broken up so many times at this point itâs embarrassing to admit how he has you now. After cheating on you and treating you like shit, you still moved in with him just those few months ago and now youâre paying for it.
âAre you going to work?â He asked curiously as you came out of your now solo bedroom. Taehyung was gentleman enough to sleep on the couch but apparently not enough to keep it in his pants.
âNo,â You answered shortly as you slipped your shoes on. For some reason he thinks youâll forgive him soon. Heâs been trying to talk to you about it since the morning after he bothered you at work but you werenât listening. How could he do something on impulse and expect you to let it go?
Are all men this stupid? Most? Oh, definitely, but surely not all? Who would want to be on good terms with a cheating ex so recent after the breakup?
âWhat are you gonna do then?â
What he really meant was, âWhere were you going and who with?â
âNothing,â you closed the door after yourself, choosing to shut him out rather than tell him anything. He didnât need to know your whereabouts. For once you werenât going to be at work and although you didnât have big plans for your free night, you werenât going to tell him or worseâspend it locked up in your room that still had his belongings.
You settled into place at your best friendâs place, filling her in on whatâs been exciting or lack thereof.
âNot to feed the delusions but what if heâs stopping to see you?â Yeaun asked as you sat on her couch watching her look through her vinyls for something to play. After a while of telling her boringly endless tales of your life you came to the topic you were currently discussing.
Jeon Jungkookâthe irregular-regular whoâs begun to frequent the bar lately. Jungkook has been coming by for a few weeks now and although theyâre always small interactions with him they leave an impression on you. Heâs not like the usual guys who go there for a drinkâor anything like the ones when you go out with your friends. Every now and then you wonder if heâs catching a flirty tone with you or not but then you think harder and tell yourself; not likely.
Itâs too unbelievable,â You rejected the idea immediately even if it hurt you to do so, you had to be realistic, âHe probably has a girlfriend or wife or someone, I donât know.â
Call it a crush, whatever, nothing would ever come of it and you told your friends the same, âEither way Iâm done with men, theyâre all shitty.â
Yeaun shrugged, no longer pushing the idea of Jungkook. You havenât told her anything that made it seem like Jungkook had any interest in you at all so really she was just wishfully thinking. You know very little about the man aside from what the two of you have gone over but itâs enough for you to know it would never happen.
Youâre not crazy enough to believe otherwise.
Jungkook spent most of his day dreading for him to leave work and get ready for a dinner plan that was arranged for him. In all honesty, he practically disassociated himself from it the second he heard the tone the woman spoke in. Why did he let Hoseok talk him into doing this?
For nearly an hour heâs had to hear this woman compliment him on everything under the sun. Sure he was flattered but so? Did he really need to hear about himself from someone else? She didnât seem like a bad girl but she knew too much about him that he never told her. She was too in his space and not understanding to slow down.
âIâm happy our schedules aligned to be able to meet like this,â She said as she picked at her salad, âI know youâre very busy.â
âIâm pleased too,â Jungkook raised his glass of wine to his lips, searching around the restaurant for a clock. Jiwon was a sweet girl but he wasnât interested for some reason. She was attractive like Hoseok said but heâs not sure what is but thereâs something that seems to draw him away from her.
By the time the bill came and she pretended to look through her mini bag for her wallet, Jungkook was ready to call it a night. He never expected someone with him to pay but something just drew him back⌠seriously what was it? She waited outside with him in hopes of knowing if their night would continue from here or not but Jungkook couldnât wait to be done. He probably seemed rude with how he brushed her off and directed her into a cab, paying her fare with a lie that heâd see her again, but he couldnât think of that right now.
It was taxing to meet new people and try to feel anything romantic toward them. Jimin is looking out for Jungkook and heâs well aware of that but Jungkook does not want something forced. Heâs not asking for birds chirping and bells chiming but give him something thatâll make him feel things.
When he was alone in his car he found himself taking a familiar route in the opposite direction of his house. Heâd left his date with Jiwon and for some reason was heading toward the bar heâs been going to lately. It took him a while to realize where he was going and about a block away he stopped to think.
What was he doing here? He could find any shitty bar where he knew his friends would never go and be just fine. He could be out with his friends or maybe getting to know Jiwon more in hopes of something blooming but instead he was going out alone. It was a bad idea to make this a regular thing. People he knows will begin to question where he goes and invade his privacy, he just knows it.
With a deep sigh he turned the engine off looking up at the brightly lit building in front of him. It was a small convenience store and deciding to not make his drive all the way over here pointless, he went inside.
He is starting to believe the universe in playing a trick on him. Whenever heâs gone to the bar youâve been working at and tonight he decided not to go⌠bummed that he wouldnât see you but clearly the universe had plans that couldnât get changed. Instead of serving two drinks to customers, youâre walking down a refrigerated section of cheap flower bouquets. Itâs like he was going to run into you tonight one way or the other. Just because he wasnât going the bar after all didnât mean he could escape you as easily. It was crazy.
You hadnât yet spotted him as you opened the door to grab one of the cheapest bouquet of orchids you could find. It wasnât until you were ready to walk back down that you saw him looking a little too interested in the small pints of ice cream. There were two options you could do, One: pretend you donât know him and head to the counter or Two: acknowledge him? What if he was the kind of person that didnât like being approached? It would be embarrassing for you.
âNo work tonight?â
You stopped in your tracks, ready to walk past him when he spoke up. You looked around shyly, âNot tonight, Is that where youâre headed now?â
âOriginally yeah, but good thing I changed my mind. You wouldnât have been there,â Jungkook said, glancing down at the small shopping basket in your hands. He missed the way your face flushed at the comment, unsure if he meant it flirtatiously or not.
You had the small orchids, a couple ramens and drinks in the basket that made him smile just a little, âIâm assuming you live around here?â
âI wouldnât be working here if I didnât,â You say lightly, a smile playing on your face when you saw his, and glanced down at your basket with embarrassment. All Jungkook had in his hand was a single bottle of wine that he grabbed so he wouldnât look strange approaching you, âDo you live around here too?â
âNo, I uh, Iâm kind of far actually,â He scratched the back of his head nervously, âBut, I was doing some work over here.â
His face tensed at the way he must have sounded lying to you. It wouldnât have been a good look for him if he said he went on a blind date with someone his best friend set him up with but raced here right after. It feels like the conversation shouldnât end yet but he doesnât know how to make it go on. Usually heâs able to tell what he should say to get someoneâs attention on him for longer but he doesnât know with you.
After a while, you began walking toward the register with Jungkook not far behind and you tried to act normal when you set your things down to be checked out.
Please, donât decline, you thought as you tapped your card to pay. When you were done and hesitating to leave or not, Jungkook spoke up again, âWhen do you work next?â
âWhy? So youâll visit me?â You asked him with a little more enthusiasm. Maybe you were overthinking it but was there a chance that he wanted to talk to you too? It felt like he asked you something so you wouldnât rush off before he was done paying.
He smiled, pleased to have you respond the way he wanted and he grabbed his things off the counter and turned to walk with you. You held your bag in one hand and your cellphone and wallet in the other and it was hard to miss the way your screen lit up with a phone call. You ignored the ringing but Jungkook was distracted now, âDo you need to take that?â
He held the door open for you wondering if it was your boyfriend or not and if he was just wasting his time. You shook your head, âIt's no one important.â
âSo youâre not seeing anyone?â Jungkook found himself asking, too impatient to beat around the bush any longer, âOr would you like to see me this weekendâor when youâre freeâ over drinks?â
You didnât say anything for a moment, staring up at the handsome man in front of you with a baited breath. Jungkook was attractive, very attractive but did you need to be seeing anyone right now? Sure, itâs been a couple weeks since you and Taehyung fell off but you still live together. If he found out he would lose his shit⌠but at the same timeâŚ
Jungkook was intriguing and charming and so attractive you couldnât wrap your mind around anything else.
âIâm free this upcoming Sunday.â
Before you split ways, you made sure to exchange information and you were practically rushing to tell your best friend.
jungkook: next time we should have stuck around and talked longer
When Sunday evening rolled in, Jungkook wore one of his black Prada shirts and black jeans. He tried dressing casual but this was as casual as he could go for seeing you out on a night like this.
âI could meet you halfway,â Jungkook insisted on the phone as he stood outside your building. It was a rundown apartment complex just like all the others in the area and even he felt unsafe, he canât imagine how you feel every night. Okay, maybe heâs not used to anything outside of the private, gated community he grew up with.
âItâs fine, Iâll be down in a second,â You practically whispered as you hurried to hang up. With a final spritz of perfume, you left your bedroom as quiet as possible but it was no use. Taehyung sat there watching you.
âIâll be back late so donât wait up,â You practically grumbled as you went to put on your heels.
âSince when do you dress like that?â Taehyung asked with a slight scoff. Unlike your usual attire of baggy pants, sweaters, tees and the occasional skirt, tonight you wore a short, satin pink dress with heels to match. You looked pretty and it annoyed him because he knew why.
âSince I stopped being with you,â You told him, fishing for your key before closing the door on him like last time.
It took a lot of convincing on Jungkookâs part to let you let him pick you up and you had many reasons why. One, you didnât want him to run into Taehyung or feel awkward. Two, you didnât want him to drive all the way here if youâd most likely be in the inner city which was on the other side of town. And three, you were slightly embarrassed at your housing complex. Youâve seen Jungkookâs dress attire and the expensive watches, chains, drinking preferences he wears. Heâs got money while youâve got two jobs still struggling to pay your half of the rent on top of all the debt tied to your name.
âWell donât you look stunning,â Jungkook said with a nervous chuckle as you approached him, eyeing his all black Porsche and how perfectly it matched him. The silk of your dress felt soft against his touch when you hugged him politely in greeting. You were slightly flushed by his comment and let him lead you to the passengerâs side.
âWere you waiting long?â You asked when he got into the driverâs side, looking you over one more time before starting the car.
âA l-little,â Jungkook couldnât help but feel flustered as you turned your body enough to look at him better. Your dress rode up on your thigh and he tried to focus on the road, âBut itâs my fault for being impatient. Next time Iâll give you all the time in the world if I get to see this pretty view.â
To be clear Jungkook has always thought you were attractive but this was different. This wasnât just him finding the bartender serving him drinks hot or the woman at the convenience store pretty. This was you dressing up for him in a pretty color while sitting pretty in his car and looking at him with your pretty eyes.
âNext time?â You laughed softly, sitting upright and trying not to seem affected, âDonât make promises just yet. You might not be able to keep them.â
âI always keep my promises,â Jungkook said, diving over the small bridge that separated your neighborhood from the rest of the city.
You went quiet after that, looking out the window curiously. Usually you stick to your area, the bus fare to go shopping downtown or eat at a fancy restaurant wouldnât be too bad but the time. On the bus it would be at least an hour long drive full of stops everywhere in between and you didnât have the time to make it a round day trip. It was nice seeing all the city lights when most of your neighborhood is dark aside from the occasional street lamp.
You were pleasantly surprised when he pulled the car in front of a large building and a valet came to the doors, directing you both out of the car. Jungkook instructed the valet on something you didnât care to hear as you looked around. It was obviously a hotel but with a large restaurant inside.
âReady?â Jungkook asked, suddenly at your side with a soft hand on your waist and you let him lead you in.
You felt oddly out of place when you looked around at everyone else but Jungkook didnât seem to care. He was significantly underdressed but that didnât stop him from pulling attention without meaning to and it made you slightly more comfortable. The restaurant sat on the top floor of a large hotel with a beautiful view of the city and amazing interior as well, âDo you like this place?â
âI have never been here before,â Jungkook admitted as he helped pull your chair, âIâll give you an answer after dinner.â
âYouâll decide once youâve gotten food?â You asked playfully but he just shook his head. âIâll decide when you do.â
You werenât sure how to respond but something about the way he looked at you told you he was being serious. Has he always been this forward? You didnât think so. Usually he asked you a couple things and that was it. Or maybe you didnât think there was any more to it. Sure, sometimes youâd catch him looking from across the bar but you always assumed he just needed something. When he asked you out the other night you assumed it was on a whim but now youâre not so sure.
It was far from a problem but you werenât sure how to take it. Something tells you Jungkook comes from a different world than you do. When the server came you ordered a drink and tried to focus on the menu. All the prices were high and you couldnât find anything in your normal price range. There were a lot of good options but what were you willing to choose?
âSo, when you think of an ideal type, who comes to mind?â Jungkook asked, picking around his plate. The two of you had talked about practically everything you could on a first date. He was a couple years older than you, worked at a banking firm, lived in the upper east luxury apartments, studied abroad, et cetera. He learned that you have two jobs and dropped out of school because it was too expensive and honestlyâŚyou thought you lost him then. You thought he was unimpressed and no longer interested judging by the look of disappointment in his face but then he asks you what your ideal type is?
âHm, I donât know,â You started awkwardly, feeling his gaze shift toward you and looked you in the eye waiting, âWell I would want someone honest⌠and loyal buââ
You stopped yourself feeling embarrassment edge on, it was ironic of you to say that was your type when clearly the past men youâve been with have been anything but. A light scoff left your lips as you laughed a little, âI donât know.â
âThatâs it? Shouldnât that be expected?â Jungkook asked. He was very loyal to his partners in the past but those relationships have long since been over and hold no meaning to him. He didnât even think he wanted to dateâconsidering how bored he was when the Jimin set him onâbut here he was having the time of life trying to get to know you.
âAlright, well what about you? Maybe I need an example answer,â You joked, trying to shift the attention off you but Jungkook didnât hesitate.
âI want someone I can relax around?â Jungkook was honest, âSomeone I want to introduce to people close to me and someone that makes me think about them all day.â
âHow do you decide who that person is?â You asked, moving your hair off your shoulder as you ate.
Jungkook smiled, âI donât know. I just feel it.â
You talked about random things here and there. He explained what exactly he did at the banking firm and you told him your aspirations to be a hair stylist when you were younger. He asked why you never pursued it and you told him financial issues which made the conversation slightly awkward but it never ended.
By the time you finished and Jungkook footed the rather expensive bill, you rode down the elevator peacefully and walked out the building. Once the valet brought the car back around, you were less nervous to be riding in it than earlier and sat comfortably.
âI hope you donât mind but I got you something,â Jungkook said once he was seated, âI wanted to wait till after dinner and then I forgot it.â
He reached under his seat where he had placed a small box earlier. You sat beside him watching him feel around for it, âOh you didnât have toââ
âI wanted to,â Jungkook said, placing a small box on your lap as he drove onto the street, âThink of it as a thank you for coming out with me tonight.â
âItâs nice but⌠isnât it too much?â You swallowed dryly, looking at the simple Cartier bracelet, scared to even touch it, âI don't know what to say, thank you?â
âDonât think about it, I just⌠I liked it and I wanted to gift you something,â Jungkook said honestly. He liked giving gifts and yesterday he was shopping for a new watch with Jin and he ended up finding the bracelet instead. For some reason he thought of you and before he could stop himself he bought it. It was one of the simple ones, not that expensive at all so he hopes you donât think heâs stingy with money or anything. Heâll get you something better the next time you see each other. He cleared his throat awkwardly, âDo you need help getting it on?â
You nodded shyly, unsure if you should take the gift but would it be rude to turn it down? What did he expect you to do after? You donât mean to compare but Taehyung would never give you something like this. The most he spent on you is when he helped you get a new flatscreen but even then he only paid for half of it. When the car stopped at a red light, he quickly shifted in his seat to reach you better. With a hand around your wrist he pulled you forward as he helped you with the clasp. He was quite particular with how it looked on you and made sure the pearl motif sat at the center of your wrist.
It didnât go unnoticed how he held your hand now as the light turned green. You didnât pull back and let his thumb graze over your soft knuckles, âPretty.â
Confusion rendered you silent on the ride back. Itâs not that you were ungrateful but you were skeptical. Youâve never met let alone gone out with a man like him and you had no idea what to make of this gift. Was he seriously giving it to you or did you have to do something to earn it? Was he interested in you or just bored? Would a man like him just give someone a thousand dollar bracelet for no reason?
âYou can just park right here,â You mumbled quietly as you pointed to a spot in front of your building. He opened your door for you and looked up at the building. Earlier he missed how the street lamp flickered giving everything a ghostly shadow. You let him walk you up feeling slightly embarrassed by the appearance of the staircase and hall but he didnât seem to mind.
âThanks for everything, seriously,â You said as you stood at your front door. At some point his hand had found its way to yours again and was softly running his thumb against your knuckles, âAre you sure about the gift?â
âI donât accept gifts back,â Jungkook laughed softly, âBesides, it looks better on you than it would me. Iâm showing my gratitude for having you out tonight. I enjoy your company.â
âGood, I like talking to you too,â you smiled warmly and he couldnât help but mirror it.
âSo when can we go out again? Whatâs your schedule like this week?â Jungkook asked hopefully.
âSo youâll visit me or take me out?â You asked playfully, more forward than earlier and his smile grew.
âBoth, perhaps?â He asked.
Now, you donât usually do anything on the first date. There was a big âIfâ about the possibly of going out with the person again but Jungkook has been better than you couldâve imagined. It doesnât make sense why heâs single and interested in you of all people.
Before you could think of what to do, he was moving closer. His touch was soft but there was no denying the way his hand wandered up to your waist, pulling you into him gently. You wrapped an arm around his neck before you could overthink it and leaned onto your tiptoes. Jungkook smiled, his other hand cupping your chin and tilting your face up. His lips brushed against yours teasingly, taking a moment before pressing them together in a first kiss.
You both were nervous at first but it was like something inside you came to life and you kissed him with more intent. Jungkook welcomed it, smiling a little into the kiss as he pulled back to catch his breath.
âI should go inside,â You giggled softly, turning away feeling flustered.
A small sigh left his lips, holding you close to him, âIâll call you.â
It took less than a week for Jungkook to reveal to his close friends who the mysterious person heâs been seeing was. He was not trying to keep you a secret at all but there was only so much he wanted to say to them all and it was the basics. You were a just nice girl heâs met and went on a date with, but even that was enough for all the interrogations to arise.
âSo how far did you guys go?â Hoseok and his hyper sexual mind felt the need to ask, âOr were you a true gentleman and settled for a hug?â
âWe kissed,â Jungkook said, licking his lips at the memory, dealing his own cards for their next round of poker, âIâm taking it slow as of now.â
âWhyâs that? The gala is not too far, shouldnât you be focused on who is attending with you?â Namjoon asked, ashing his cigarette in the tray to the left of him. Jungkook ignored half of what his friend said as he readied to play.
âY/n seems very different from me and I just donât want to scare her off just yet,â Jungkook said honestly, thinking back to your reaction when he gave you the bracelet. He, of course, never assumed you came from much money especially considering he knew where you worked and lived but it wasnât a problem to him. He was more worried if youâd manage in his life with the people heâs close to. Itâs something he often wonders when the possibility of a relationship comes to mind but usually this is weeks into dating. The two of you have barely gone on one date and for some reason heâs already envisioning the future and what it could look like.
âHoly shit, thatâs like a thousand bucks,â Yeaun looked over the bracelet, âAnd he just gave it to you? Where can I find a guy like that?â
âI guess,â You said, shifting your eyes to Yoongi as if he had the answers. The two of you stood behind the bar while Yeaun sat at the counter. It was early in the evening and youâve been since 2:00pm and ready for your shift to end. Your friendâs been here âstudyingâ for over an hour but sheâs been too distracted listening to your date stories. The bar was empty aside from a couple stragglers who got off work early but nothing crazy and it put you at ease.
âDoes he know about Taehyung?â Yoongi asked curiously.
âNo, it was a first date. I didn't think I had to dish out all my problems so soon and scare him off,â You joked as you looked down at the bracelet, âBesides, who knows how long this will last.â
âHave you talked since then?â Yeaun asked, leaning against the counter with interest.
âA little, yeah. He works at a bank so heâs got long hours at the office so I donât really expect him to reach out to me much,â You told them honestly, âAnd who knows, it mightâve just been a one time thing.â
You shrugged it off like it wasnât a big deal but part of you wondered if heâd reach out for another date or not. He said he would but who knows. People make promises all the time.
âUgh, but he sounds like a dreamâa dream with money,â Yeaun pretended to swoon as she gathered her things and stuffed them into her book bag, âAlright, Iâve gotta go home and study, keep me updated though. Bye guys.â
You waved her off and turned to Yoongi as he polished some glasses. He gave you a small sigh, âI like the guy, he always tips well.â
As your shift came to an end and you left Yoongi to deal with the night people, you got on the bus to take your usual route home.
jungkook: will you be working tonight?
you: I just got off actually
jungkook: I wanted to see you :(
You read the message at least three times unable to think of a response.
jungkook: have you eaten? shall we get dinner?
Just as you hurried to type, your phone began to ring and a smile came to his face, âYou really are impatient, giving me no time to answer.â
Jungkook smiled as he drove over the familiar bridge that closed the gap between you, âSorry, Iâm not used to waiting. What are you doing then?â
âIâm on the bus, a couple stops away from home,â You told him looking at the passing buildings and the way the sun had fully set now, âWhat time do you want to meet for dinner?â
âNow?â Jungkook asked, âIâm not too far from your place, Iâll waitâor better yet whatâs the next stop and Iâll meet you.â
Jungkookâs Porsche looked strange parking at The bus stop waiting for you and you felt slightly embarrassed by your appearance. Compared to last time you were nowhere near as out together and it was clearly evident youâve just gotten off work. Jungkook was in his office attire but he still managed to look good.
âIf you had given me a little more time I wouldâve gotten dressed up for you,â You said light heartedly as he greeted you with a hug and kiss on your cheek.
âBut I like seeing you like this too, reminds me of that black skirt you wore the first night I met you,â Jungkook said, taking your hand in his, âSo whereâs the restaurant you were talking about?â
Something has begun to really sprout between the two of you. Part of it still feels superficial to an extent but thatâs how itâs supposed to feel. Youâre not supposed to jump into anything so fastâŚ
Yes, youâve been meeting up a lot more regularly but you still keep each other at a distance. When you meet itâs usually out and tonight Jungkook wanted to be somewhere comfortable with you. He understood you got off work at the bar late and the last thing you wanted to do was go out so he opted for another way he could see you.
âCan I come over instead?â He asked as he sat at the bar one night. It was late, Yoongi had shut the music off and the lights turned on giving everyone a hint that it was closing time. Jungkook had arrived a couple hours before midnight to keep you company. Now that youâre closing he knows thereâs a chance the night would come to an end soon and itâs the last thing he wanted. He had a stressful day at work that involved a meeting with the CFOâhis father, about some reports. It spiraled into a conversation about the gala and who he thinks Jungkook should go with.
He had wanted to tell his father then that he wasnât interested in being set up on a date because he had you but he struggled saying it. He doesnât know where the two of you stand but he wants to figure it out. Jungkook watched you wipe the counters as Yoongi counted registers and he even helped wipe down a few chairs for you as he waited for a response. If the people at the office or his friends saw him cleaning up after strangers theyâd laugh in surprise. He wasnât the type to get his hands dirty and thatâs exactly what heâs doing just to be with you.
Usually you always changed the subject when he asked, or hinted at him to go somewhere else instead but it was so late nothing would be open. Taehyung would be asleep if he was home but that was very unlikely. It was the weekend and he was most likely with his friends getting drunk somewhere and looking for an after party. Thereâs a chance he wouldnât come home at all so what excuse did you have to turn Jungkook down?
In the end, you gave in and once the bar was closed, Jungkook drove straight to your apartment. He climbed up the familiar stairs, walked down the familiar aisle and stood behind you as you unlocked the door, warning him about a possible mess. Now, you werenât cruel. Jungkook wasnât walking in completely blindsided by the idea that you had a roommate but you werenât totally up front with him. He knew your roommate was a guy but he wasnât so sure about the relationship between you two.
Taehyung was half-asleep on the couch and Jungkook looked at him with furrowed brows as he followed into your room. You sighed, âSorry, my roommateâs here.â
âItâs fine,â Jungkook said with a shrug as he began to unbutton the cuff of his shirt so he could roll the sleeves up, âHow do you know him again?â
He wanted to ask more but he had to be patient.
âDo you want me to be honest?â You asked nervously but he nodded his head and waited.
âHeâs my ex boyfriend. Thereâs still over six months on our lease but weâve been broken up for⌠I think as long as Iâve known you now. Weâre stuck living together until the lease is up,â You confessed in a single breath, âHe sleeps on the couch now.â
âYour ex boyfriend?â Jungkook looked at the closed door, imagining the man who slept on the other side of it and his chest tightened. Why didnât he just move out or why didnât you? Was it a money issue, no one to let you crash out their place?
âYeah but donât worry, we donât talk at all,â You tried to reassure him but you could tell he was too busy in his head, âWhat are you thinking?â
âIs this you?â He asked, holding up a picture frame in hands and staring at who appeared to be you but years younger. A small smile played on his lips that made you feel flustered as you took the frame from him, âYes, donât look at it. I was in a phase.â
âI can tell,â he joked playfully, looking around for something new to take his attention. Admittedly your place was small and it seemed like you had everything that expressed you shoved into your small bedroom. He understood you lived with someone else but is that what itâs like? What in this room belonged to Taehyung? You once shared it so there had to be something and that didnât sit right with him. He had no need to get jealous but it made his throat dry to think about.
âWhat? You didnât have something you were obsessed with growing up?â You asked, sitting against your row of pillows as he took a seat on your armchair. There was a vase of orchids on your vanity and books surrounding him as he stayed back.
âI was hyper fixated on water polo as a kid,â He confessed randomly, âBut then there was an accident with my horse and I couldnât do it anymore.â
âWait, thatâs kind of sad,â You sat straighter, âBut water polo?â
âYeah, I switched to rowing and tennis when I was in college,â Jungkook said, and you looked at him curiously. Even in his business attire you can tell he had a lean, muscular body and you couldnât help but stare. With an awkward clear of your throat you looked away, âWould you like a drink?â
âI canât, I have to make it home tonight,â Jungkook said with a sigh as he stared out the window to his side. It was late and he wanted to spend more alone time with you but he probably couldnât.
âAlready?â You asked patting the left side of your bed as if calling for him. He looked between you and the spot, heart beating fast and he thought about it.
âOh, if you insist,â He watched the way you rolled your eyes playfully, and laid back in your bed a little more, âYou know, for some reason Iâm comfortable around you even though we still donât know each other that well. I think you did something to me.â
âLike?â You asked with a hint of amusement.
âYouâre easy to talk to and Iâm not used to that,â Jungkook said, noticing the distance between you getting smaller, shoulders nearly brushing against each other, legs angled in and your hand right in his reach. He took it shyly, looking over the bracelet he gave you last time.
Jungkook was being honest now. He doesnât understand how or why but once he met you, he felt good.
âYou like me that much?â You smiled teasingly and he couldnât help but smile too. In the beginning he always took you to be indifferent. You didnât pay more attention to him than you needed to and clearly you had things going on in your life that stressed you out.
When you began talking to him he finally got a hint of interest in your part but he found you hard to readâhe still does. You smile more often now and joke around, go out with him, but want more. If youâre closed off because of the relationship with the guy who slept outside the bedroom then he really canât stand him.
âI do,â Jungkook smiled harder, leaning into you, âAnd Iâve been thinking about kissing you again.â
Alone in your bedroom with a guy whoâs nice and handsome and charming and⌠overall dreamy made things hard to resist. You kissed him shyly, lips pressed against his and he felt himself sink into your bed even further. His hands found the belt loops of your jeans and he hooked a finger using it to pull on top of him. You both were still dressed in your work clothes but neither of you seemed to care.
He hugged your hips, soft lips hungry for more of your touch and his mind went blank. Your hands cupped his face and you didnât shy away from his wandering hands that snuck under your plain black tee and felt along your spine. With your body pressed to his, you rolled onto your back with him following after you, never wanting to break apart.
You donât know how long you stayed like that, kissing heavily and hands roaming but never straying too far. He didnât push you for more even when you felt the way you affected him. Instead he kept the pace mutual, made you feel good and cared for.
By the time your lips were too swollen and sore, you had to pull back. His breathing was heavy and his hair was a mess of tousled black hair. He looked more of a wreck than you did and you couldnât help but laugh softly trying to fix the collar of his white button up.
âIâve got a meeting in a few hours,â Jungkook mumbled against your skin as he checked the time on his watch. It was way past midnight and he had to be ready by 7:00am. The drive home was nearly a half hour and he hadnât prepared himself that well. As much as he wants to stay in your bed he knew he had to go.
You whined softly, hugging him closer before easing off. You let him stand up and he tucked the part of his shirt that had slipped out and attempted to fix his hair. There was an obvious bulge in his slacks that he tried to ignore even when you looked so inviting. It would be so easy for him to fall back into bed and keep going but he had to be responsible. Sadly, responsibility came in the form of having self control and remembering heâs got work tomorrow.
âIâll walk you out,â You said with a small sigh. It was late and you had to be up early for the morning shift so it was right to end things. You needed to get out of your jeans and into bed. The two of you left your room quietly. His hand was on your waist, following you blindly out with his shoes in his hands and a calm smile.
âI'll call you tomorrow,â Jungkook whispered his promise as you unlocked the front door. He stood in the brightly lit hallway now. The goodbye was sweet and he found himself lingering behind when you shut the door. He couldnât make out the full conversation but your ex didnât seem to have been sleeping at all.
âWho was that?â Taehyung asked, sounding tired or irritated. He was laying down but with the light from the hall shining in you can make out the shape of his open eyes.
âA friend,â You said blandly.
âCan you do me a favor and keep your friends out of here?â Taehyung asked bitterly, âItâs my apartment too. Iâve already given you the room, the least you can do is respect me enough to not bring guys over on my bed.â
He stood alone in his office, trying to take a break from the busy day heâs had. Back to back meetings, lunch with his father, endless paperwork, hearing Hoseok scold him about not going further with you, etc., he needed a break. His phone sat on his desk and it was taking everything inside him not to call you. Heâs tried distracting himself with the view outside his windows but it wasnât working.
âIâm just saying, whatâs taking you so long? If you actually liked this girl wouldnât you have gone for it?â Hoseok asked with a shrug of his shoulders, âSheâs got you whipped and you havenât even done anything, thatâs crazy.â
âItâs not even like that, Y/nâs justâŚâ Jungkook looked nervous like when he had a school crush and would get teased about it, âI wanted toâshe lives with her ex.â
âRed flag,â Jimin chimed in from his corner of Jungkookâs office, âWhy?â
âBecause she still lives with her ex, obviously. Thereâs still something there or else she wouldâve moved out by now donât you think?â Jimin explained making Jungkook run his fingers through his hair anxiously.
âMaybe moneyâs tight. Y/n said their lease still has another six months,â Jungkook bit his lip.
âHelp her pay to end it then, duh,â Hoseok said with a shrug, knowing money wasnât a problem for him or his friends, âFree her from the shackles of past relationships.â
This time Jungkook didnât say anything because he was too busy thinking about it. He could help you pay it off, maybe even find you a new place but would you want him to? You always seem so tired after working both jobs and although he hasnât made it official, he doesnât like seeing the person heâs dating stressed all the time. He could easily take the weight off your shoulders if you let him.
âIsnât Jungkookâs problem that he hates dating women after his money? Why are you volunteering him to pay for some random girlâs rent?â Hoseok asked with a scoff, âThe girl I set you up with would never, FYI.â
He rolled his eyes, sinking back into his chair, âI donât care about that girl. I care about Y/n.â
âSo make it official, offer her help, and take her to the gala. Boom!â Jimin clapped like he solved world hunger.
He was going to, he planned to at least, he was just thinking of how to do it. It should be something simple but for some reason heâs nervous to do it. Everyone has already been nagging him about his personal life and as much as heâd like to keep you to himself, part of him also wants to show you off. Youâre not what he expected
When he was alone in his office, he spent his time thinking about what you could be doing right now and how badly he wanted to see you. All youâve done is make out and he wants to do more but heâs also happy about the pace youâre taking things. It seems right. Heâs not jumping to get into your pants and youâre not running to his pockets. He respects you and finds you too stunning to let go even if you lead different lives.
After work, he headed right to where heâd find you and you were talking with some college guys who ordered shots at the bar. They were in some university jackets and seemed perfectly content taking up your time.
âAre those for me?â Yoongi asked, stepping out from the walk-in fridge of alcohol. He pointed at what Jungkook was holding and it seemed to catch your attention too, finally making you look over at him. Your eyes softened, standing up as he got to the bar.
He held a large bouquet of orchids, various types of the flower, some pink, some white, a little bit of both, a hint of yellow. They looked pretty and he held them out to you as he responded to Yoongi, âSorry, hyung. Maybe next time.â
âI didnât know you were stopping in tonight,â You said, taking the flowers graciously. Now that youâre sort of seeing each other he hasnât been stopping regularly. Usually he sees you in your free time and occasionally if he goes to the bar but itâs usually at the end when not many people are left and youâre about to close.
âI meant to call but I forgot, forgive me?â He asked with a teasing smile, eyes glazed over as he watched you, âI just wanted to ask you something.â
You didnât hesitate to step out with him, alone in front of your job, clutching the bouquet in your hands.
âSo, Iâve been kind of pushing it off because Iâm not sure what youâll think, but Iâve been thinking about it a lot lately and I canât wait much longer to ask,â Jungkook started off with a nervous scoff, âAnd now that weâre out here and Iâve distracted you from work, itâs probably shitty timing butââ
âJungkook,â You said, looking up at him, âWhat do you want to ask me?â
âWill you go out with me? I mean⌠I know weâve gone on a few dates here and there but I donât think to keep going with this without asking you for a relationship. I want to get to know you more and more and I donât want to think about you possibly misreading my intentions and I just⌠really want to be your boyfriend,â Jungkook finished.
A smile spread on your lips as you leaned into him, one hand around his neck while the other held the bouquet from falling. His hands fell effortlessly on your waist, pulling you closer, feeling you nod your head against him, âIs this a yes?â
âYes,â You kissed his cheek, âOrchids are my favorite also.â
âReally?â He asked feigning surprise, âI guess I was lucky picking them out.â
âAre you staying for a drink?â You asked pulling back despite his hold.
âI donât think so, Iâve got another crazy day tomorrow and Iâve got some errands to run. Do you close tonight?â Jungkook asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, âYou work too much?â
âI work too much?â You asked with a laugh, âYouâre the one with back to back meetings.â
It was oddly endearing seeing the way he pouted despite his tough exterior. He wore a black suit and his hair was combed back, driving his usual Porsche but then pouting at you rather cutely and delivering you your favorite flowers.
âYouâre right, Iâll take a few days off and spend all my time with you,â Jungkook said playfully, âIf you think Iâm clingy now just you wait.â
âOkay, okay,â You pushed against his chest lightly, âI have to get back inside before Yoongi kills me. Thank you for the flowers.â
âMhm,â Jungkook bit his lip, keeping you close to him still as he refused to let go of your hand, âCan I get a kiss before you go?â
You sighed, pretending to find it bothersome but let him pull you back. You kissed him goodbye with a promise to call him when you get home and went inside as he drove off.
The flowers looked pretty in the clear cylinder vase you fit them into once you got home that night. You ignored it when Taehyung slammed the door and set the flowers on your vanity, smiling a little to yourself as you got ready for bed.
It took a week for him to officially ask you to be his date for the event of the year. He wanted to appreciate the tranquility he had with you at least a little before he brought you to everyone close to him. He didnât want your opinion about him changing but he also wanted to show you off finally. In the end, he asked you over dinner and you had no reason to turn him down.
You didnât fully understand what he was inviting you to and the gift he left for you one day only left you more confused.
âJust try it on, baby,â Jungkook urged you on as he busied himself in your bedroom while you stared at the box on your bed, âIâm sorry I couldnât find anything better at the last minute but youâll look beautiful either way.â
He already thought you looked pretty with how you styled your hair and makeup, you just needed a pretty bustier gown with orchids to match. It was a vintage Dolce & Gabbana dress that accentuates your figure nicely. Your neck looked plane but he fixed that with a few gold pieces and rushed you out the room. Taehyung wasnât homeânot that either of you cared if he wasâbut if you could avoid him the better. You didnât need him looking at you some type of way and youâre sure Jungkook could go without it too.
âI couldâve found something to wear, you didnât have to,â You tried to say but it was clear he wasnât listening.
âI wanted to,â Jungkook fixed the cuffs of his suit, checking the time on his watch. âWeâll be late if we donât get going now.â
When he first told you about the charity gala, you werenât sure what to expect. Maybe a few auctions, some guest speakers or small press but this was so much more than that. Hundreds of people filed into the large venue, chandeliers held high and disco balls spinning. Everyone wore suits and beautiful dresses who wore them more confidently than you did yours. There were performance acts happening all around you and a few people youâve seen on television in attendance. Without meaning to, you leaned against Jungkook as he navigated through the seating and found your table.
âLook whoâs finally decided to let us meet his girlfriend,â Someone said from the table as Jungkook searched around for his place card. Usually, he sat with his parents and his brother and his family but he started with his friends first. The others were busy speaking on stage and right now the guys seemed less intimidating.
âY/n, this is Jimin, youâll learn he never thinks before he speaks,â Jungkook joked, making you want to smile but unsure if you should.
âYou clean up nicely for a waitress,â Someone else said and Jungkook looked up immediately. Hoseok was obviously jokingâperhaps to impress the girl heâs been seeing and the one he set Jungkook up with for a date [who was surprisingly on Jinâs arm now]. One of the girls snickered, making your brows furrow.
âDonât be an asshole,â Namjoon told him off, directing Jungkook to sit down, noticing how ready he was to speak up.
âYouâre prettier than he said,â Namjoon told you with a polite smile. Jungkookâs hand rested on the back of your chair as he looked around for his parents before asking you, âJust ignore some of the stuff they say. Iâll handle it.â
âIâm not worried,â You admitted, sitting straighter as you looked at your name plaque on the dining set in front of you. He smiled down at you, âYou are prettier than I first said.â
âSo whatâs it like busting tables, Y/n?â Some woman asked you and Jungkook turned, clearly annoyed. He couldnât understand why Hoseok would bring the girl he went on a date with to the gala as Jinâs date instead. It didnât make sense and once again his dear friend was bringing questionable guests.
âAbout as pleasant as your company,â You said with a smile, âPerhaps a bit more, Iâd assume? I donât know, I'm not a waitress.â
You were a bartender and a cashier, if this random woman is going to insult you could she at least be accurate? Either way, thereâs nothing wrong with being in the service industry but judging by everyone around the table, they all look down it. You looked at Jungkook, in his designer suit, wearing the designer dress he bought you and feeling very obviously out of place.
âIâm gonna go to the washroom,â You whispered to him and concern flickered in his eyes. Your hand barely grazed his shoulder as you stood up and he placed his hand over it keeping you from leaving just yet.
âEverything okay?â He asked, not caring for anyone else at the table but you at the moment. You nodded with a gentle smile, âYes, Iâll be right back.â
When you left the table it seemed like everyone was able to catch a proper breath, all looking at Jungkook as if he had something to say. He didnât let you get too far out of his sight before he stood up too.
âWhere are you going?â Jimin asked with an amused expression, âI want Y/n back, sheâs cute.â
âIâm gonna find us better company,â Jungkook said as he looked at the women and Hoseok, âSober company.â
âCome on man, weâre just messing around,â he said turning to Jin hoping for some help but Jin chose to stay out of it, âSheâs great, honestly. Not what I expected.â
âHobi,â one of the girls complained but Jungkook was taking his drink and leaving.
You tried to fix your appearance in the mirror but there wasnât anything specific you could point to. There was just something that felt wrong and maybe it was being here at all. Maybe youâre moving too fast? Youâve already agreed to go out with him and you have strong feelings for him but if those are his friends⌠and these are the parties he attends⌠maybe youâre not cut out for it.
The women were flooded in designer and a sort of elegance youâre sure you didnât possess and the others seemed just as luxurious. You work two jobs to keep a shitty roof over your head while youâre attending a ball in a dress worth more than what you make in a month. You might act like youâre not nervous but youâre anxious. It feels like youâre pretending to be comfortable. Do you deserve this sort of treatment from him? All heâs done since you met him is keep you company, shower you in gifts, listen you every word you said, and⌠brought you around those close to him but were you right for him?
He seemed too good for you.
âI was beginning to think you ran out on me,â Jungkook said with a chuckle as he watched you jump in surprise. He stood near the entrance to the washrooms and waited for you to come out for what felt like forever.
âYou really are impatient,â You teased as he pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, âIs everyone still at the table?â
âProbably,â Jungkook said, taking your hand in his and walking through the crowds, âBut Iâm sick of them, letâs do our own thing for now.â
Jungkook was as attentive as ever. He introduced you to anyone who came up to him and he looked genuinely happy to have you there by his side. You havenât been seeing each other for long at all, but it feels right. At one point you reunited with his friends, except Jimin was off somewhere with Jin and the two girls. The rest welcomed you just fine and asked you questions about yourself. Sometimes Jungkook would say something about you that you had no idea he knew. Hoseok found it adorable how he spoke for you with a sense of pride or excitement. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention that Jungkook felt strongly for you and you for him. Although hesitant to let you in, you seemed to charm your way with his friends and it made him happy to see how well you fit in.
âLeaving already?â Namjoon asked when Jungkook made his rounds of farewell to everyone he knew.
âYeah, weâre⌠tired,â Jungkook said but the smile on his face said otherwise, âAnd itâs late.â
âHm,â Namjoon seemed amused as he looked down at the arm Jungkook had around your waist and how it ran along your hip, holding you close. The two of you looked like proper lovers on their honeymoon and he couldnât help but laugh, knowing neither of you were close to tiredâjust ready to leave.
He smirked, âHave fun.â
âWhat did that mean?â You asked as Jungkook led you out but he just shrugged. Valet brought his car and you got in with him.
âDonât know,â Jungkook said leaning over the middle consoled to kiss you, âWill you spend the night at my place?â
âI donât have clothes,â You said, smiling at the way he seemed to deject, worrying at his bottom lip.
âI mean⌠we wonât really need thaââ
âJungkook!â You hit his arm playfully, making him laugh. He drove to his place with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He lived in a penthouse in the sky, at one of the most expensive apartments in the whole city. The entire ride up the elevator was filled with his rough hands holding you in his arms, telling you how beautiful you looked tonight.
âI canât take too much credit,â You teased, arms around his neck as you went to the top floors, âYouâre the one who picked out the dress.â
âItâs not about the dress,â Jungkook whispered, cupping your face in his hands, âItâs about the person wearing it.â
âAnd what about when Iâm not wearing it?â You asked, stepping out of the elevator once it got to his floor. You walked ahead of him and he couldnât help but look after you. Your hips swayed with each step, walking so effortlessly in a dress that accentuated your shape. It had his attention all night and he knew tonight was the night heâd have you. You were hard to resist but he was patient, he waited for the right timing to make sure what he felt was right and it was. He was so into you it was all he could think about.
âY/n,â Jungkook called for you before you could skip too far from him. The two of you stood in the foyer now and he was taking your hand in his to keep you from wandering too far inside. His place was huge, the entrance alone had a level of class you didnât expect. It was a two level penthouse with a grand staircase and pool on the balcony. Your heels created an echo that felt never endless and in the middle of the foyer was a rounded table with a small stack of mail and a large vase of orchids.
Now you feel bad always dragging him to your small bedroom in an apartment you shared with an ex boyfriend. It was something Jungkook never seemed bothered byâeven when Taehyung would make a fuss about somethingâand that made you feel even more embarrassed.
You were too distracted to notice when he closed the space between you, hands on your waist as he pulled you against him.
âYouâve been handsy all night, yâknow,â You teased him with a smile, turning in his arms to face him. He let his forehead lean against yours, and closed the space between your lips until you were kissing.
There was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it by dipping his head low, mouths moving in sync. Even with your heels, you couldnât quite reach him and tried to lean upward.
Jungkookâs hands traced down your waist, falling to your hips and without pulling away, pulled you onto the table, sliding his mail to the floor. A light squeal left your lips, holding him tighter, âJungkook.â
âI canât help it,â He began to trail soft kisses down your neck, nibbling here and there to get a reaction out of you, âIâve been good all the time.â
You couldnât help but laugh, a cute and amused laugh that made him smile. One of the straps of your dress slipped down your shoulders and he hooked a finger into the thin fabric and pushed it back into spot. Jungkook didnât hesitate to help you down from the table, not yet letting you go but walked toward the staircase âAnd Iâve got you all alone now. Nobody asking you for another round of drinks, or your⌠roommate, just you and I. I donât think I can hold back any longer.â
With that being said, he guided you up the stairs taking you down a hallway toward the main bedroom. It was modern and dark with a wall of windows that overlooked the city lights. His bed was at the center with black sheets that he set you down and begins kissing you again.
Your hands ran down the front of his suit, pushed the jacket off and untucked it from his slacks. Every time you see him heâs dressed so nicely but you wanted to see what it looked like underneath. One time it had been late and last minute when he saw you and was dressed in a casual hoodie and sweats. You made out on your bed but never got far enough to take your clothes off. You know heâs muscular and lean but you needed to see it all.
Although your pace of undressing him was quick to your knowing, it wasnât enough for him. He yanked at the buttons, pulling it off and your jaw nearly dropped.
"Tattoos?" You questioned with surprise, as he sat back on his haunches playing with the buckle of his belt. He unclipped the back of his silver watch, throwing it on the floor and pulled his belt fully out of the loops.
âSurprising?â He responded looking down at. Your dress was ruffled up around your waist and your legs looked smooth. You sat back on your hands to meet him halfway for another kiss and while his mouth was concentrated on yours and your tongues danced against each other, he slipped his hands down your back. Your dress had a lower back cut, barely held together by a ribbon that had been tempting him all night. How easy it would have been to undo it and kiss along your spine.
A soft gasp slipped past your lips and swallowed by his as he pushed the straps off your shoulder and let it pool around your breasts. He slipped it further down exposing more of yourself to him and he kissed down your neck. You were slowly fall back into his pillows with his mouth against your collarbone, guiding you to your back so he could take the dress off you.
He left wet kiss down your chest, hands tracing along your ribcage as you arched into him and your breasts fell and rose with each heavy breath you took. mouth left wet kisses down to your collarbone and between your breasts. You let out a sigh feeling his gentle touch and he cupped your soft mound, squeezing lightly before he brought his lips to your hardening bud.
âIs this good?â Jungkook asked almost shyly, tongue sneaking a touch on your nipple as his thumb swiped over it feeling it begin to stiffen. You could barely form words to respond when he repeated the actions a couple times.
"Jungkoângh," you whined wriggling around a little for more. He looked up at you through a mess of hair and his teasing tongue flicked your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast.
You touched along his back wanting to feel more of him pushing your breasts in his face and he drooled all over your boobs, sucking and licking your skin while you arched into him.
Once his tongue had grown sore, Jungkook moved along down your stomach pulling on it in hopes that he could get it off. With a small huff in annoyance, he sat back, looking down at your half naked body and tried to work out a way to take it off you. He raised your legs against his shoulders, sliding the flimsy fabric off and throwing it to the floor next to his shirt.
It didnât go ignored the fact that you had been completely bare underneath, your pubic area exposed to him as youâve gone all night with no panties and it was only now he realized.
âYou had nothing under this entire time?â Jungkook asked, finally pulling his own pants down, not bothering to wait to get his briefs off and did them both at the same time. He barely gave you time to appreciate the veins leading down his V-line toward his hardened cock before he was leaning down to kiss you again, âIf I wouldâve known we wouldâve never left your apartment.â
âGood thing I didnât tell you then,â You said between gasps when he licked the shell of your ear, pressing his naked body against yours.
Tonight had been something heâs known for months and a yearly event that he needed to attend. If he had known and seriously kept you in bed youâre sure he wouldâve heard an earful. You only chose to go bare so you wouldnât get a panty line on the dress.
He mustâve liked your chest because he went back to your breasts hungrily latching onto a nipple again, choosing not to respond anymore as he got lost in your warmth.
Like earlier when he got the dress off, he hitched your right leg up until it was bent close to your stomach, exposing more of your wet pussy to his greedy eyes. Silky strings of arousal glazed over your folds making him run his tongue along his bottom lip. Jungkook was focused on your wet cunt, dragging a finger along the center where your juices puddled at your entrance. It was a wet, creamy sort of slick that coated his fingers and your clit.
You released a moan at stimulation, jaw going slack when Jungkook gripped your hips with his free hand and pressed you firmly to the bed. Making sure you wouldnât squirm away, he dropped to his stomach, face between your lips as he went for a taste.
His lips were soft against your folds, eyes locked onto the sight of your puffy lips and let his tongue lick up the puddle of arousal. He practically sucked on it for a taste and left open mouth kisses on your cunt. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, legs threatening to shut but whenever you tried to squirm his head followed your movements.
Jungkook could barely breathe but it felt unnecessary as he nipped at your labia, sucking it into his mouth and letting your clit rut against the tip of his rounded nose. In all honesty, there was only one thing on his mind right now. He wanted to please you and make you feel good. He wanted to make you forget about any other guy and make you think of him and only him. His mouth closed over the stiffened clit suddenly and he began to lick and suck, feeling the outline of your slit get his chin wet like a dog lapping at water with thirst.
You had to be the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue and it was making him lose his mindâaimlessly rutting his stiff cock against the bed.
Your head had fully tipped back, no longer paying attention to the pleasure he brought between your legs and sunk into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling moaning. Jungkook watched you succumb to what he gave you and he snaked a hand along your body, feeling the way your stomach caved in with deep breaths and settled a grip on your tits. His fingers were wet and he used the liquid to coat your nipples, rubbing them between fingers and quite literally tongue fucking you with your hips humping his face.
You were in ecstasy with his mouth slobbering all over your cunt. You couldnât remember the last time you let someone touch youâpleasure you. It surely wasnât with the ex you lived with. You stopped letting him in long before you broke up and even then he didnât make you feel the way Jungkook did.
"Ohâ" you moaned softly, hands in his
dark hair keeping him in place. He didn't say anything only guided you through an orgasm, feeling the way your legs shook and your breath hitched. Your clit twitched in his mouth and he tried to soothe the feeling with tender lips, tongue lapping at your release as you came down from your high.
Your eyes opened, looking right at the red tip of his cock, aching with need and pointing straight at you. He leaked with precum just from what he had done to you and he needed more. You tried to sit up on shaky legs, meeting him halfway for a messy tongue kiss, licking your arousal off his lips and some spit mixed into it. It was nasty but it made him grown with lust, especially when your hand snaked around his mushroom tip.
Jungkook dropped his forehead against your shoulder, staring down at your naked bodies and focusing on the hand you had on him. Your thumb was rubbing against the slit, smearing clear arousal around his head. His brows knitted together, a confused expression as you tried leaning back, managing to pull him into bed. It didnât take long for him to get the hint and get on his back.
âBaby,â Jungkook tried to warn as you shifted to sit between his legs, leaning down to his stiff member. He was so close already and wasnât sure how much heâd be able to handle before he had a chance to be inside you. A dry gasp left his lips as you went in without warning.
You flattened your tongue on the underside of his length, teasing a long lick from his base to the tip. Spit pooled in your mouth that you let drool out of your mouth and cover his tip, eyes on him the whole time. His eyes felt heavy but he refused to let them shut, wanting to see the way you took his cock into your mouth seductively.
A deep, throaty men left his lips as you swallowed as much of him as you could; never pulling your eyes off him and his head nearly tipped back with pleasure. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, you begin to bob your head setting a good pace, with your other hand on his muscular thigh.
Your eyes lock on the obvious muscles flexing under your touch, his abdomen more prominent than before and you eyed his tattoos curiously. Whatever you couldnât fit into your mouth was jerked off by your free hand that would occasionally run a little lower to massage his scrotum.
You can tell he was close which left you with a sense of pride. Your nose pressed into his pubic bone, taking steady breaths as you flattened your tongue and relaxed your throat to fit whatever more you can. Jungkook panted feeling the throb of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.
You roughly swallow around him, suppressing a gag and resume to deep throat him.
"Fucking hell," he groaned tossing his head back in bliss, hand hiding his face as it scrunched together in pleasure. Moans were pouring out of his mouth, sounds muffled into his hand, "I'm soâclose."
It hit him at once, hips nearly licking from how hard his muscles tightened with pleasure. His cock twitched warning a gag from you before he couldnât take anymore. You didnât pull away, swallowing what you could of his release.
Jungkook slowly comes down from his high, hand petting your hair. His eyes were hazy and his mouth dry. It felt like he couldn't move a muscle but he needed to feel your mouth on his. He could taste himself on you and with your aftertaste on his he wished to kiss more, pulling you onto his lap.
It was the best head heâs ever received yet his cock ached for more.
âCondom?â You asked, nipping at his ear lobe making his eyes roll. He didnât bother to shift you off his lap as he blindly felt around his nightstand for protection.
He let you slide it onto his member, watching it bounce back up, too stiff to budge and held placed a hand at the base as you moved to straddle him.
The expression you made as you sank onto his length was utterly beautiful and you radiated a confidence in taking him that he hadnât seen before. Every time heâd seen you has led up to this moment where you could finally be as intimate as you please and he wasnât the only one jumping for the chance. He didn't push to move even if he really wanted to and instead let you adjust. He wanted this to be pleasurable to you too.
"Jungkook," you whined, hands flat on his chest making your tits perk up and he carefully shifted his hips, rolling them up to dig just a little deeper.
âThatâs it baby,â he muttered under his breath, watching your hair fall forward as you tried to concentrate on his thrusts. You ground your hips against him and he watched your body shudder with pleasure. It was hypnotic the way you pulled him and he couldnât help but lean upward, kissing one of your breasts as you rode his dick for the first time.
He groped at your ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart and rammed into you when you threw your head back with a whimper, "Feels good."
You threw your arms around him, suffocating him against your chest as he bounced you on his dick, moaning against your nipples and drooling. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.
He felt stuck, unable to move his hips as much as he wanted to and with a low grunt, he rolled you onto your back, knees digging into the mattress as your legs wrapped around his waist, âFuck, I canât.â
You didnât pay much attention to his words as Jungkook began to quite literally drop dick inside you, grinding his pelvis into you with each deep thrust and it felt nasty to be fucked this way.
A familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either.
He hasn't slept with someone in months and it definitely didn't feel like this. He didnât give it up to just anyone despite what reputation he might have, and it took him time to sleep with you. He had to feel intimate in other ways before he let himself feel the pleasure you brought him.
âGonna cum for me?â He asked softly, kissing your jaw and hugging your waist as he dug your pussy out, feeling your nails claw at his back.
âPlease,â you begged, snuggling into his neck and his chest tightened with want. He put more purpose into his thrusts, bringing you and himself so close to the edge that you would tip over any moment. You sounded too pretty begging for him to just ignore.
A wave of pleasure washed over you, skin rising with bumps as a shiver ran down your body. He held you tightly as you moaned in euphoria, coming undone once again. Jungkook couldnât hold on much longer and your legs around him gave him no choice but to fuck the rest of length in you until he came into the condom.
You laid together for a moment, both shaking and softly petty each other as you came down. Jungkookâs fingers combed your hair back and you straightened your sore legs as you let him pull out.
You donât remember much aside from the drowsiness and he cleaned you up better than you couldâve.
He lied back in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body and fell asleep in your arms.
Once the sun rose into the sky, sneaking into the bedroom through the blinds and waking you from a heavy sleep, you found yourself feeling sore. You attempted to stretch but Jungkookâs arm trapped you against him.
âWhat time is it?â You mumbled to yourself, looking down at your naked body feeling self conscious as you rolled onto your side to find your phone. It was somewhere out in the foyer with the rest of your things youâd forgotten.
The time on Jungkookâs alarm clock read ten minutes past the bus. You shouldâve been on it and on your way to the cafe.
âY/n,â Jungkook mumbled sleepily, sitting up a little to see what was holding your attention, âBack to sleep.â
âIâm going to be late to the cafe,â You said, attempting to get up but failing miserably once he pulled you back down.
âWho cares about that one, letâs sleep a little longer,â He said and although your heart raced, you canât help but roll your eyes.
âDonât you have work today? Weâll both be late,â You tried to reason but your now clingy boyfriend wasnât hearing any of it.
âIâm in line to be CFO, I can do whatever I want and today Iâm choosing to spend as much time with you as possible,â Jungkook said arrogantly but it was so easy to look past when he kissed your palm affectionately.
âNot all of us are as lucky,â You sighed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as you tried getting out of bed. Instead you just ended up underneath him.
His smile was mischievous, âSo Iâve been thinkingâŚâ
âYes?â
âWe already barely have time to see each other,â Jungkook said with a small pout, âAnd you live so far with someone who doesnât deserve to see you as often as he doesâŚâ
âWell, maybe you should come stay with me. I know you said Yeaun doesnât have the space to let you move in with her and I really donât want you stressing about rent or living with someone you donât want to live with,â Jungkook told you, slowly rolling off you once he felt he had your attention, âSo what do you say?â
âYou live far,â You tried to say, sitting up and clutching the sheets to your front. You werenât completely opposed to it but shocked nevertheless.
âThatâs why I think you should quit at the cafe,â Jungkook said eagerly, âThat way you could focus on just one job and have so much more free time. Iâll take you or get you a driverâa car?, whatever you need to get to the bar. I know you like working there but at least you wouldnât be running back and forth between jobs. I live far but Iâm asking you, will you move in with me?â
âI have to think about it,â you sighed, sinking further into bed and the thought of getting up to answer missed calls from your job made you want to hide under the covers. You really did not like working there. It was early hours, shitty pay, and rude people. At least at the bar it was nighttime and the people knew you. And it would be nice to no longer live with TaehyungâŚ
Jungkook couldnât help but smile, pulling you into his arms knowing you were seriously considering it, â⌠And if you ever decide you donât want to be at the bar either⌠youâll be with me and have all the time in the world to do what you want.â
âYouâre offering too much,â You said playfully, hugging him lovingly, âIâll really start to think about it.â
âPlease, I could give you whatever you want if you just let me,â Jungkook says.
In some strange, unexplainable way, he fell for someone so unlike him. It was effortless and comforting to the point that nothing would bother him about it and all he wanted was to be with you. He could ignore everything else, or solve anything just to be with you.
Itâs like youâre what heâs been looking for and heâs what you needâsomeone trusting, reliable and loving.
Ever since he saw you buying orchids at the convenience store, he canât help but think of them when he thinks of you. You remind him of one.
Beautiful, charming, graceful. It didnât matter if you had different upbringings or experiences, all he knows is youâre fit for him and heâs fit for you. Heâll show you things youâve never seen, treat you to luxuries and care while you teach him more about yourself. Let him really get to know you and what makes you smile.
To do that, you have to let him in.
âSo no work?â Jungkook asked hopefully making you roll your eyes, trying not to smile.
âI guess not,â You sighed, feeling him begin to smile against you and hurried to stop him, âBut I should still go home.â
âTo pack?â
âNo, to shower and get dressed,â You corrected him, laughing at how he whined, âWell talk about it more later, last night wasâŚâ
âA lot?â
âYou can say thatâ
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DPxDC De-Aged Triplets and Their Tired Single Sister
Jason has seen the four of them a couple of times in Crime Alley now. They looked like a family, what with similar facial features- err, actually, the kids looked like carbon copies of each other, but their mom/sister/aunt/cousin looked similar enough to be related to them by blood.
Normally, Jason didn't care for each and every family that moved into Crime Alley. Sure, he cared about all of them as a whole, but there were a lot of people, and he couldn't possibly get elbow deep in every life story he came across. So all he knew about them were three things: a) they were on the run from someone or something, b) they trusted each other and no one else, and c) apparently, they have made it their life goal to never make any kind of sense.
The list of shit they have gotten into included but was not limited to:
⢠one of the kids biting a gun. Not the hand of the attacker who was holding it, no, the actual gun. And he bit a piece of it clean off, which earned him - or her, actually, Jason knew one of the triplets was a girl but he couldn't tell them apart - a lecture from their... mom? sister? parental figure. The lecture was about how chewing metal does not help with iron deficiency.
⢠getting kidnapped and creeping out their kidnapper to the point of him returning the kids back home. A few witnesses said one of the kids was actually driving, sitting on the kidnappers lap behind the steering wheel and cheerfully commanding the man to speed up or brake. Their mom actually apologized to the kidnapper for the incident and offered him homemade cookies for his troubles. He ran away without them.
⢠driving a lady at the laundromat insane by repeatedly walking inside and climbing into one of the washing machines. They never got out of it, just one kid walking into the laundromat, climbing into washing machine, then another kid, looking exactly like the previous one, walking inside, climbing into the same washing machine, then another kid walking into the laundromat- well, you get the idea. The lady claimed she's seen at least five kids do that in a row, but when she looked into that washing machine, there was no one inside.
⢠casually falling out of windows. Or, better, walking out of them like they were doors, at any given opportunity. The witness - an old man who was helping their mom with groceries - said the mom did not care in the slightest, and when he asked her about it, obviously concerned, she just said, tired and exasperated, 'they like the feeling of free fall, don't worry, they'll come back in a minute'. Sure enough, they did, not a scratch on them. The family lived on the sixth floor.
⢠eating insane amounts of food. Jason personally witnesses their mom give them her wallet, telling the kids, 'eat until you're full', and promptly passing out on the table, her head on her arms. The kids then proceeded to eat four whole pizzas, three burgers each, then seven brownies and at least five cups of soda. What was interesting about it was not only the amount of food they ate but the way they never left their mom unattended, one of the kids always staying beside her sleeping figure as the other two went to order.
And now, all four of them were standing in front of him. Not Jason Todd him, but Red Hood him. And he was... confused.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said, can you watch them for a few hours? Three, maybe four," the mom, Jazz as she introduced herself, was looking at him like it was he who was speaking nonsense, not her. Because asking a crime lord to watch three kids in the middle of the night is not something a sane person would do.
"Why?" He asks, bewildered, because what the fuck else is he supposed to say?
"I need to kill a man, and if they come with me, it will take three times longer," Jazz tells him. Is she saying the kids slow her down or what? Jason can admit he's never been this confused in his entire life.
"You could ask me to kill a man, while you stay with them, no?" He tries to reason, but the girl waves him off:
"No, that will take even longer. Besides, no offense, but you kill people to simply end their life, and I need that man to fucking stop existing forever."
What's the difference he almost wants to ask. But instead of that, he just sighs.
"Why me? I'm sure you could find a babysitter-"
"No babysitter will handle them. The last one told me they have been running laps on the ceiling, which is, actually, not that big of a deal. They are kids. Kids like running around," she huffs, and Jason suspects she is missing the point here, but okay. He gets why babysitters are not an option.
"You do understand what they can witness if they stay here?" He asks, as the last attempt to reason with the girl, but she just nods and leans down, making all the kids turn to her.
"Okay, you menaces, tell me what not to do while you're staying with Mr. Red Hood."
"No eating people," one kid starts.
"No driving people insane," the other one continues.
"No, um, stealing eyeballs," the third one finishes, and what the fuck are those ground rules? Is this girl a mother to eldrith horrors? That would explain some shit.
Jazz turns to him, "See? They're all good."
In what world is that good? Jason debates if he should start running now or when she leaves.
"Do they have names?" He asks instead. The girl nods:
"Danny." His surprise must be evident even through the mask because she sighs and points to each kid, "Diane, Daniel, Dante. Dani, Danny, and Dan. Actually, you know what, let's make this easier," she rummages through her bag and gets a marker out before gesturing to the kids, "Come here."
As they do, she proceeds to draw numbers 1, 2, and 3 on their foreheads. Then she nods to Hood and puts the marker away.
"Okay, that's better. Behave, you monsters, I'll be back soon!"
After she leaves, Jason looks down at the kids. They also look at him, eerie and unblinking.
Finally, one of them - number 2, Dani, if he is not mistaken - asks:
"Do you want teeth? We have a lot."
"She doesn't mean her teeth," number 1 clarifies, "She means other teeth."
...This is going to be some very long three hours.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#jason todd#red hood#jazz fenton#dan phantom#dani phantom#de aged danny#de aged dani#de aged dan#triplets au#triplet horror kids are out for your eyeballs#beware#jazz is so done with them
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nobody but you | v.a
summary: you lost everyone close to you, including your best friend (and childhood crush) when you were fourteen years old and had to grow up on your own. seven years later, a ghost reappears, igniting those same feelings from all those years ago to come bubbling back up. bed-confessions lead to what youâve wanted for years.
pairing: fem!reader x vi arcane
contains: reader is described to wear skirts and have longer curly hair, readerâs nickname is star, mature language, mentions of vi and reader being each otherâs first kiss, caitlyn being a third wheel (iâm so sorry :/), mature content: dry humping & hickies (vi!receiving)
a/n: âŚ. hey. arcane is a new fixation and i HAD to write for her. inbox is open for more vi ideas! (modern or not) <33 4 DAYS until arcaneđââď¸!!!
That night that the explosion happened, you were a wreck. You had lost so many people that you held near to your heart; Vander, Claggor, Mylo, and Vi. As much as you hated to admit to yourself but losing her had the most impact on you.
Her body wasnât found so everyone, including yourself, assumed that she was dead.
Powder, god, you couldnât get to her before Silco did. When you arrived at the aftermath of the scene, she was gone and all that was left was a piece of a bomb that was undeniably Powderâs creation. Guilt settled within you at the rumors that spread of who Powder had become; Jinx.
It took years for you to become somewhat okay, falling into a new routine. With Silco running Zaun and dowsing the streets with shimmer, you had to watch people you knew become addicted and lose their minds over it.
You were alone.
It was a last resort but you took up a job at The Last Drop; as a barkeep. It was shitty pay but at least you had enough for food. It, of course, was nothing like when Vander owned the place. There was no family feeling or sense of comfort and unity.
You had accepted from that point on that this is how things were going to be. You live in the space above Benzoâs souvenir shop, making it your own home. Since his death, the space had been unoccupied. You took it upon yourself to make it yours.
It was decorated with remembrance of your late friends and knick-knacks youâve collected from around the Lanes.
You had gotten off of your afternoon shift at the Last Drop, making your way back to the broken-down place you called home. You were ready to sit back and make dinner for yourself, sitting with your thoughts and silence. However as you approached the door to the shop, a weird sense settled into your gut.
The front door was open ever so slightly, barely noticeable at first glance. You usually wouldâve dismissed it as a mistake on your part.
But this incident mixed with the weird feeling in your gut told you that this wasnât just forgetting to close the door all the way. You hovered your hand over your leather holster that held your coins and a few ninja stars that you had been holding on to since you could hold one.
It was also helpful to hold up your extra layer of skirt.
Carefully, you peeked into the shop to see if you could see something or someone inside. From the small crevice, your sight was limited so you couldnât confirm anything just yet. Lifting your left boot, you push the door open with the toe of your foot. You look into the shaded areas of the building, waiting for some form of movement.
Once you carefully step into the abandoned shop, you reach behind you to grab the doorknob to shut it closed. Your eyes flicker around the room, squinting in concentration as you continue to walk across the wooden floors.
A second passes and thatâs when you hear a creak come from behind you. Reacting quickly, you grab a ninja star from the pocket of your belt and launch it into the darkness. The sound of the blade splitting into the wood and a grunt relax your worries somewhat.
Reaching for another star, you raise a hand to turn on the light to see who exactly made their way into the shop. Your face hardened as you lifted your arm once more, preparing to defend yourself.
The intruder stood against the shut door, eyes locked on the weapon in your hand.
âStar?â
They question you, stepping forward into the light.
You grip onto the ninja star tighter, confused as to how they know who you are. You suck in a deep breath, tilting your head as the strangers' features reveal themselves in the light. You squint for a moment before letting out a soft gasp, letting the bladed weapon slip from your fingers and onto the ground.
It couldnât be. It was impossible.
Were you hallucinating? Have you finally reached your breaking point?
The hair, the bandaged arms, the same slope of her nose.
âVi?â You breathe out, your eyes welling up with tears.
The pink-haired girl nodded, letting out a shaky breath herself. She took a few more careful steps towards you. You take the same amount of steps to meet her in the middle, throwing your arms around her neck with desperation. You let out a sob as you bury your face into the crook of her neck.
âItâs me, sweetheart. Itâs me,â her voice was gentle in your ear, one of her bandaged palms cradling the back of your head while the other held you close by your torso.
Your eyes squint shut as you take in the fact that this is really happening. Vi was here; alive and so different. You pull away from her now-inked neck, brows furrowed from the questions rattling through your head.
âYou⌠Where have you been?â You ask her softly.
âI got arrested and Iâve been in Stillwater since that night,â she explained carefully, one of her palms cradling your elbow.
âHow are you here now? How did you get out?â Your eyes flicker to the ink on her cheek and the nose ring.
âI got released earlier today. IâI just had to see you. To make sure you were evenâŚâ Vi trailed off as she brushed a flyaway out of your face so she could really look at you.
The way you looked both so different and the same; how much you still look like that same girl that used to cut your fingers on your ninja stars. She remembers how you would try to hide the little slits on the tips of your fingers from her until you would physically wince from the cuts, forcing Vi to tend to the wounds.
You, unknowingly, did the same.
Too distracted just like how you would be all those years ago. Two teenage girls just trying to survive every day, secretly meeting up on the rooftops to snuggle dangerously close when everyone was asleep.
âWhen you said we were making a quick stop, I did assume it would be quick,â a posh English accent emerges from behind Vi, causing you to pull away from her comforting touch.
Vi let out a sigh before turning her head to peer at the tall woman standing in the doorway. You immediately recognize the attire underneath the small coat she was wearing and raise your hand to aim a ninja star at her. She was an enforcer.
Vi had an enforcer⌠get her out of prison?
âWho are you?â You snip, eyes narrowed.
âWho are you?â The dark blue-haired woman quipped back.
You hold back the scoff bubbling in your throat before Vi reaches forward to gently push your hand down. You hesitantly did so, still gripping onto the weapon between your fingers.
âI was thinking that maybe we could lay low here for a bit. Get some rest,â Vi attempts to ease your obvious tense figure.
âWe?â You glance over at the woman watching her face soften.
âYes. Just until tomorrow. Then weâll be out of your hair to go to Babetteâs.â
Voice still calm and gentle, Vi explained the situation at the moment. It turns out the tall womanâs name is Caitlyn, theyâre looking for Powder Jinx because they believe sheâs involved with an explosion that happened in Piltover.
You could see the desperation in Viâs eyes when talking about her sister and your heart broke for her.
âOkay. Iâm up top so,â you nod towards the door more into the shop that leads upstairs.
âLead the way, Star,â Vi grinned, shoving her bandaged hands into her pockets.
You look over at Caitlyn who is standing right behind Vi, towering a bit over you both. You lead the pair to your living space, flicking on the light to reveal the new made up home. Vi whistled as she walked around the familiar space now made into more than just an attic.
âYou did all of this?â She questioned with a smile as she walked over to the shelf of books and trinkets.
âUh, yeah,â you feel a bit vulnerable knowing that both a stranger and past best friend who you thought was dead are in your home. âNo rent, no roommates, just me.â
Your childhood friend traces the hanging lights from your ceiling, grinning for a moment when they make a soft twinkling noise. Being as nosy as she was, she made her way over to where you slept. Her eyes locked on the beaten-down table next to your table, focusing on the small ceramic bowl full of trinkets.
âShit, you kept this?â Vi grabbed an item off the bedside table that was next to your bed that made your eyes widen with embarrassment.
It was a star ring that Vi had gotten (swiped from an antique shop) when you were thirteen. That day she gave it to you was also the day you brought up the idea of being each otherâs first kiss to get it out of the way. Dating wasnât a worry but you both agreed that you might as well âprepare for that day when youâd need to.â
It wasnât the most amazing kiss, of course as you were preteens but you still became flustered the second you two made eye contact as you pulled away. You remember twiddling with the star ring after and how much you felt so cared for by someone.
âOh yeah. It was to remember you by,â you sheepishly reply.
Vi hummed at your response, her smile creeping onto her lips as she set it down.
âI donât mean to interrupt but is there someplace where I can rest?â Caitlyn questioned from behind you, seeming to be standing carefully near the door.
You glance over at Vi who had laid back on your bed, shutting her eyes with a sigh. One of her bandaged arms draped over her lower stomach while the other rested above her head on your flattened pillows.
âYou can rest over here.â
You motioned for the tall woman to follow you. You walk around the wall, pushing back a curtain to a secret space where you usually allow some acquaintances from work or people in need to sleep, turning to Caitlyn with a friendlier grin.
âThank you,â Caitlyn called after you as she sucked in a deep breath, looking around the small room. âFor allowing me in your home.
âThanks for bringing her back to me,â you nod.
Caitlyn nods in return, a small smile on her lips as she lowers herself on the dingy mattress.
âI know itâs not the ivory walls youâre used to but make yourself at home,â you notice the small, barely noticeable gap in between her front teeth as she smiles at you.
âItâs lovely,â her posh accent makes you chuckle.
You simply shake your head and shut the curtain to give Caitlyn some privacy. You recollect yourself as you think about Vi who is currently lying down on your bed. Vi perked up as she heard footsteps walking towards the bed, making eye contact with you as you rounded the bed to the other side.
âHi,â you mutter as you lower yourself down on the opposite side of the bed, knee first.
âHi,â Vi replied, her lips twitching into a small smile.
You canât even hide the smitten smile on your face as you lay yourself down next to her, back on the mattress as well. Your palms rest above your navel as you try to act as normal as possible.
A tense silence filled the open room; the both of you not knowing what to say to one another. You could hear the shouting and loud music of the streets coming from your open window but all you could focus on was your own nervous breathing.
âI thought about you every day,â Viâs the first to break the silence. âEvery fucking day there, I thought about what it would be like coming back to you. I hoped youâd be here, Star. I donât know what Iâd do if you were gone too.â Vi admitted as she shook her head, snuggling into your bed.
Your eyes bore into her side profile, admiring the slope of her nose and the ink etched into her cheek. You turn the rest of your body to match your head.
âYou wouldâve been okay,â you joke, weakly chuckling.
Vi blinks and looks over at you with a soft and meaningful gaze. Sheâs silent for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before she speaks.
âDo you remember when we would go up to the roof of the Last Drop and talk about what we would do if we ever got out of here?â Vi questions gently, facing you so that you are face to face.
âYeah,â you mutter, not knowing where she was going with it.
âEvery scenario we talked about whether it was taking over the streets or getting bucket loads of cash to build a new life there, I never imagined what it would be like without you by my side. You were always⌠right here.â Vi breathed out, her gaze avoiding your own. âNow that I know what itâs like to have that reality, I donât want it to happen ever again.â
âVi,â you whisper with tears in your eyes.
Her eyes carefully lifted to meet yours, pupils dilated with vulnerability.
âI was so⌠scared you were gone too,â Vi whispered, hesitantly reaching for you but her hand retracted quickly.
You took the reins and carefully hooked your finger onto one of hers, sighing in relief at the touch. Vi stared at the courteous touch and wrapped her palm over your own, running her thumb over the back of your hand.
âDo you remember what happened after you gave me that ring?â You ask softly, using your free hand to brush a piece of her hair out of her face.
Vi wasnât stupid. She knew you meant that kiss that put a pep in her step for a few weeks after; the girl that she had been crushing over since before she could remember. Not wanting to confront it head-on, she quickly stumbled out a little joke.
âI think I thought about doing that for months. Mylo wouldnât stop giving me shit for it every time you came around, blowing kisses at me when you had your back turned.â Vi chuckled as she shook her head.
You smile at the mention of Mylo, not doubting it for a second. You, in a similar fashion, turned to Ekko for your little crush on Vi.
âYou know, come to think of it,â you pretend to recall, âI remember you asking me an important question too.â
Vi wanted to punch herself in the jaw as you brought up another rather embarrassing moment. She could see it now; two teens sitting on a rooftop, shoulder to shoulder after sharing a quick peck and avoiding each otherâs eyeline.
âWe could be each otherâs⌠back up when we get older, you know.â A fidgety thirteen-year-old Vi had proposed.
You remember glancing down at bright-colored streets and clouds that intoxicated the air of Zaun. Vi glanced over at you to see if you had even heard her as you had gone completely silent.
âBack up?â You questioned, your voice still going through the ups of puberty.
âYeah, well, when weâre old, like, forty or something and have no one else, we could be each otherâs.â
Vi didnât really explain what that meant at the time but you agreed with ease. You knew how much you would do for Vi; maybe it was a little obsessive and unhealthy but she had a grip on you that you hoped never left.
Neither of you were near forty yet but there was a sliver of hope you could enact that pact today.
Something took over you after that confession and you scoot your body closer to hers. You reach your hand up to brush your hair out of her face, cupping the side of her face. Vi held onto your wrist as you began to lean into her.
Before you could even comprehend it, Vi pressed her lips to yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden movement, releasing her face in shock. Her hand was still gripping onto your wrist as her lips moved against your own.
After the initial surprise of the kiss, you follow her rhythm. You place your hand back onto her cheek as you suck in a deep breath, letting yourself enjoy what you have been craving to redo after seven years.
The soft smack of your kisses and you and Violet humming against each other's lips silently drove you insane.
âI missed you so much,â Vi mutters against your lips.
You sigh at the confession, warmth blooming in your chest.
âNever thought I'd get to do this,â you confess. âTo be with you like this, Vi.â
Viâs palms move down your body, rubbing down your sides carefully like you were going to disappear at any moment. Years of confinement and getting into fights with inmates led her to this very moment; the only person in her life that was really here for her.
âAnd now that you are doing it?â Vi questions, her big rounded eyes boring into your own.
âI donât want it to stop.â
Vi beams at that and you dive back into her lips, humming against the gentle touch of her lips. This second time around was more hungry, eager for one another. There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of her bandaged arms wrapped around your waist as you kissed like you needed her; craved her.
Oh, how needy you were at that moment: selfishly grabbing onto her like she could disappear at any moment. She wasnât; at least you hoped not.
âI still canât believe youâre really here,â you sighed out, tears welling up in your eyes.
Vi immediately notices your mood drop and shakes her head, leaning in to kiss your cheek and placing a few more gentle touches on your neck and jaw.
âIâm here. Right here, sweetheart,â she murmured against your skin as she continued to carefully kiss your skin.
You suck in a deep breath as you cup either side of her face to pull her away from your flustered skin. Viâs chest was heaving up and down from her own hunger for you becoming overwhelming.
âI want to make you feel good, Vi,â you admit, whispering just below normal speaking volume.
Vi stares and blinks, her breathing slowing down.
âMe?â She questions as if she misheard you.
âYes, you. Please.â
You couldnât even feel an ounce of embarrassment from your begging as you meant it more than anything. Vi, with not much more needed convincing, nodded frantically as she allowed you to take the reigns.
You pull away to sit upright and straddle her lap, your skirt lifting up your legs to rest on the highest part of your thigh. Viâs eyes widened for a second at your position in your lap, her bandaged hands resting on the flat pillows as she stared up at your figure. Her eyes were rounded with admiration and lust.
âIs this okay?â You question, tucking some of your hair behind your ears.
âYes. Yes, youâre⌠good.â Vi reassures you as you smittenly smile down at her.
She matches your smile as you lean down to reattach your lips, placing your hands on her collarbone. Viâs hands grip gently at your upper thighs, frantically pulling you in closer to her. The strap of your shirt was slipping down your shoulder, resting on your triceps.
You allow yourself to be there in the moment with her. You had the tendency to think about the worst outcomes of every situation but right now as Viâs palms move more up to your hips, you just feel her.
Not afraid, not depressed; just her.
Her touch was electric on your skin. Vi sits upright from her laid-back position, humming as you run one of your hands up the back of her head into her hair. Feeling her body running hot, she removes her hands from your body to shrug off her red jacket from her body.
You pull away to help her remove the jacket, throwing it to the side and hearing it hit the ground. You look down at her now-revealed arms and eyebrows raise up at the sight of her toned upper body.
You were gawking; you knew you were.
âWhat were you doing in there?â You shamelessly ran your hands down her firm biceps.
Vi lets you feel her up, watching your hungry eyes follow your hands on her body. She doesnât answer your question but she does place her palms back at their rightful place on your hips.
You snap out of your daze as her hands squeeze your hips. Your cheeks lit aflame before focusing on the task at hand. Did you 100% know what you were doing? No, but you figured if you just do what you do to yourself to her, it was bound to make her feel good.
So you slowly began to grind your hips down onto her own. Vi sucks in a sharp breath at the unfamiliar feeling, letting out a shaky breath.
That only fueled your keep your hips moving against her. Viâs eyes fluttered shut for a moment, tilting her head back to huff out a soft moan. You let out your own noise at the feeling, leaning forward to attach your lips to the length of your neck.
Vi moaned your name at the feeling of you kissing the sensitive spot on her neck. Her grip only becomes tighter on your waist as you begin to suck and lick, creating a dark spot on her pale skin. You pull away after a few seconds to brush your finger over the mark, feeling disgustingly proud of yourself.
âWhat are you doing to me?â Vi whispered, groaning under her breath.
âI could say the same,â you quip with a cheeky smile, grinding down hard once.
The motion tugs out a moan from the both of you. The thinnest layer of sweat began to form on your neck and crevice of your hip and legs. Vi leans forward, panting into the crook of your neck. She attempts to hide her needy whimpers against your skin but you canât miss the desperate sounds.
You were growing wetter by the second, aching to get her off.
âViââ You gasp as her palms rest on your hips, helping you grind down onto her clothed crotch.
Your hands rest on the broad on her shoulders, feeling over the tight muscle. She was panting softly as she took in the sound of you asking for her; needing her like this. Her blue eyes admire the way your jaw was left open as you pant and whimper from the friction.
âSo beautiful, sweetheart,â she praises, a low moan leaving her own hips.
You almost shake your head at her words but you knew it would be a huge mistake to do so. You allow yourself to take in the words, not wanting to seem like you didnât believe her. She drew the beautiful inside to the surface with ease.
Your hips stuttered, wondering if you were going to cum like this. It wouldnât be the first time as youâve shamefully done the same to your mattress.
âYouâre perfect,â you tell her honestly, a shaky breath leaving your lips.
Vi wanted to tell you you were far from correct but you were persistent on the fact.
âYou are. You are, Vi,â you cup her face as you weakly grind your crotch on hers.
Vi nods to show you she is listening, one of the few whimpers sheâs made throughout the night bubbling in her throat. You place a few kisses over her face before placing the final one on her awaiting lips.
âFuck, I think Iâm gonnaââ
âMe too. Cum for me, please,â you encourage the pink-haired girl.
You watch as her muscles tighten, a vein popping out of the side of her neck. It beautifully highlighted the mark youâve made on her.
With your grinds becoming sloppier and weaker, Vi assisted you by practically doing all the work. Your hips and inner thighs were growing more and more tired out by the second. Your will to make sure Vi came was the only thing keeping you going.
Your mouths were hovering over one another, whining and moaning onto each otherâs lips. Your core tightened as you felt your orgasm approaching. Viâs whispers of praise only drew you closer.
âJust like that,â you whine.
âYeah?â Vi whines right back, kissing right above your chest near your collarbone.
You nod with a whimper, muttering âpleaseâ and âright thereâ. The mix of your panting and hot moans drove you both to cumming against one another.
You were shaking at that point, arms now wrapping around her neck for stabilization. Vi, mimicking you, wrapped her arms around your torso, burying her face into your chest as she tried to catch her breath.
Your hair was now frizzy, your whole body aflame from the orgasm that tore through you. Viâs lips were dragging on your heated skin causing you to shut your eyes as you, too, attempted to calm down.
The two of you sat there, matching each other's breathing patterns as you both came down from your highs. Your eyes before you knew it grew heavy with exhaustion. Vi noticed how slumped you were and cradled your body to maneuver you to lay back down. Your arms were still locked around her neck, refusing to let her go.
âAre you okay?â Vi asks after a few minutes of silence, licking her swollen lips.
You chuckle softly at her question, resting your forehead on her shoulder.
âYeah. Iâm perfect.â You mutter before placing a loving kiss to her bare shoulder. âAre you okay?â
Vi nods at your words, rubbing her hands down your back. She traces the length of your spine, lulling you into the sleep that your body was asking for.
âGo to sleep, sweetheart. Iâll wake you up before I leave.â Vi encourages when she notices you fighting your tired eyes.
Your heart sank at the word âleaveâ, brows knitting with betrayal. Your exhaustion left your body for a moment at her words.
âLeave?â You delicately whisper.
âNo, no, not for good. Iâm not doing that to you again,â Vi was quick to reassure your worries. âI justâI have to find Powder. I donât know how long it will take but I will be back for you.â
You swallow your doubts that Vi will be able to change Jinx back into the girl she once was. You knew you wouldnât be able to convince Vi into staying, especially with Caitlyn tagging along with her.
âBe careful, okay? I canât lose you again,â you cup her face, running your thumb over the ink on her cheek. âYouâre my backup, remember?â
Vi manages to chuckle at your words, shaking her head.
âI never shouldâve asked you that. You were never going to be just a backup, Star,â Vi told you softly. âYou were always going to be first for me.â
Your eyes rounded with admiration at her confession.
âWe were kids when you asked me that, Vi. Iâm glad you did. Iâve never wanted anyone but you,â you tell her with a smitten grin on your lips.
Vi presses a deep kiss onto your awaiting lips, nearing knocking your teeth against one another from her own smile. You lazily kissed her back until you physically couldnât anymore. Sleep overtook you as you rested your head on her bicep that was acting as your pillow for the night. You felt one last kiss on your temple before you knocked out.
The next morning you awoke to the feeling of the bed shifting next to you. You slowly peek through squinted eyes to see Viâs blurred figure sitting on the opposite side of the bed, quietly speaking with Caitlynâs undeniable taller figure.
âIâm just pointing out how you completely disregarded the fact that I was in the room opposite of you. I had a curtain as a door,â Caitlyn quietly scolds the pink haired girl.
You try not to show any reaction but you were embarrassed that you had completely forgotten about Caitlyn resting just 10-15 feet away from you two.
âIâm not sorry for what I did but sorry you heard,â Vi snips, no doubt in your mind with raised brows.
Caitlyn sighed rather loudly before shaking her head, holding her hand up to Vi.
âLetâs just⌠get going, please. We havenât got much time.â
Silence from Vi.
âOkay. Just give me two minutes. You can wait outside the door.â
You quickly shut your eyes and pretend to sleep once again, listening for the receding footsteps. Vi spoke with care as she gently tapped your shoulder.
âStar, sweetheart?â She hummed, brushing your flyaways from your face.
âHmmm?â You open your eyes, stretching one of your arms up.
âHey. Iâm gonna head out, okay? Iâll be back as soon as I can.â Vi traces the apple of your cheeks as she talks to you.
âBe careful. I mean it, Vi.â
The blue eyed girl nods at you, giving you one last meaningful kiss onto your lips.
âI will. In fact,â Vi pulls away to reach by the bedside table, grabbing the star ring she gave you. She slid it onto her middle finger, showing you the jewelry. âIâll be back to give you this. Itâll be my good luck charm.â
There was a beat of silence before you let out a soft laugh at her ridiculousness. You adored her more than anything and anyone.
âIâll be waiting, Violet.â
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It's not a wet dream
cont: fem reader, somnophillia, pre-established consent, oral(m!r), dirty talk, Geto has sensitive balls, teasing, deep throating, overstimulation, cum eating
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You winced when Suguru's door made a loud creek as you pulled it open, slipping inside his room slowly. You turned the doorknob all the way down before pushing it back, closing the door. You were enveloped in darkness once more, save for the small orange lamp in the corner of Suguru's room. He must've been too tired or drunk to turn it off last night.
Suguru was out until almost 4 am celebrating Gojo's birthday with Nanami and a few other friends of theirs. Nanami said he would keep an eye on Geto and make sure he got home and an appropriate time, but when you heard the two men drunkenly stumbling their way through yours and Geto's apartment in the middle of the night, you surmised that Nanami had gotten pressured into drinking more than he said he was going to.Â
You were almost impressed. After all, it took a lot to knock Nanami Kento out. You had to be careful making your way through the living room and into Geto's room, trying not to trip on the rug and fall to the ground, afraid of waking Nanami.Â
You sighed a breath of relief when you made it to his room without making a sound. You weren't sure about Nanami, but Suguru was a heavy sleeper. He could sleep through the end and rebirth of the world. Which made your little plan perfect.Â
It was a little earlier than you normally get up on weekends, but a certain dream about your long-haired boyfriend woke you up with a burning fire between your thighs. You would be lying if you said you weren't nervous though. You knew Geto had told you he was okay with this kind of thing, his exact words being, "You can do whatever you want to me pretty girl, I'm okay with anything as long as it's you." but even with that, you had made no attempts to try anything.Â
You shook your head remembering his prior words from weeks ago, your face heating up at the thought. Your eyes immediately found his strong body, sprawled out on the bed. Suguru was only clad in his boxers as he lay on his back, one knee bent and leg hiked up, one arm by his side, and the other underneath his head, cradling it.Â
His hair was down completely, the dark strands falling gracefully down his shoulders and on the white sheets underneath him. He looked so peaceful, handsome face completely relaxed and tipped to the side, revealing his strong jawline and the perfect strong slope of his pointed nose.Â
You swallowed hard, you were starting to see the appeal in this. He was completely at your mercy, and he liked it. You released a shaky breath as you dragged your eyes across his chiseled body, completely bare for you to look at. You couldn't tell if Geto had a boner or not, you could see the outline of his impressive cock from where you stood at the end of his bed, but unless you felt it, you wouldn't know. He always was a shower.Â
You bit your lip before crossing your arms over your body and grabbing along the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off of your body. Your tits laid bare into the air of the room, the bottom half of you only clad in a thin pair of black panties, basic, Suguru's favorite.
You carefully placed your hand on the end of his bed and crawled onto the sheets, going as slow as possible to not wake him so soon. If he woke up once you had his cock in your mouth, fine, but you had to have some fun with him first. His legs were spread just enough to give you the perfect spot to lie down between them. Your tummy and chest rested on his soft comforter which had been shoved down the bed, only covering half of his shins and his feet.
The thought of Geto kicking off his sheets in his sleep because of the heat made you smile. His face probably looked so grumpy and uncomfortable.Â
You tentatively placed your hands down on his hip bones, rubbing your thumbs in small circles against them. Geto stayed completely still, making you release the breath you didn't even know you were holding. You decided to test your luck further. You extended your arms, rubbing up his naked torso while you rested your head against his thigh, watching your hands move over his porcelain skin.
Your fingers traced the indents of his abs all the way up to the bottom of his paks before you started slowly sliding them back down, this time caressing the side of his body, over his ribs. You noticed his cock jump behind the confines of his boxers as you touched his burning skin, making a mischievous smile grace your features.
You dragged your fingers down and down until you reached his sharp v-line. Adding a little more pressure, you traced the deep indents, resulting in another twitch of his cock. You bit your lip, dropping your eyes down to his crotch which was eye level with you. It was steadily stirring to life as you ran your fingers along the hem of his boxers, teasing him.
Suguru had the sexiest happy trail that started just below his belly button, you couldn't get enough of it. You lightly scratched your nails down the trail of hair, going past the hem of his boxers and over the material, ever so slightly grazing the head of his cock before you dragged them back up, repeating that process a few more times.
Suguru's abs tightened before relaxing, his cock throbbing in tandem. He was starting to feel it. You raised your head off of his thigh and leaned forward, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to the shaft of his dick. He wasn't fully hard, but he was getting there.Â
With that, you tucked your fingers underneath the band of his boxers and started sliding the material down far enough to where his cock and balls were out. His cock twitched heavily against his thigh when you exposed it to the air, removing him from his confines. Suguru turned his head to the other side of the room, his eyebrows ruffling almost unnoticeable before his relaxed expression was back on his face.
You kept a watchful gaze on his face as you reached out to grab his twitching cock. It was stirring like it had a mind of its own, eager for relief. You wrapped your hand around the midsection of his half-hard cock and slowly stroked your hand down his shaft before going back up. A bead of pre-cum dripped out from the head, smearing on your hand as you stroked him off, easing the slide.
Suguru's abs tightened repeatedly before relaxing each time you jerked your hand up and down slowly. You paused your movements, grabbing him at his midsection before you released your thumb from him and started rubbing tight circles around his frenulum. Geto's breath hitched, his eyebrows furrowing again made you wonder if he was going to wake up, but he stayed knocked out.
"Good boy." You whispered, sliding your hand up to jerk off his sensitive tip, focusing all of your attention there. A soft grunt left your boyfriend's throat, the corner of his lip twitching with it. You couldn't help but cross your legs over one another, bringing some relief to the burning heat between your thighs.Â
Geto was stirring more now, legs and abs flexing, more soft, barely there sounds leaving his throat. He wasn't going to stay asleep for much longer. Geto was now fully hard, his thick cock straining strongly agaisnt your hand as you rubbed his soft tip, making more pre-cum spill from the tip. Squelching noises rang in your ears, making your heartbeat speed up. The sound was so lewd.Â
Sliding your hand down to the base of his cock, you grabbed his hip with your free hand and angled his cock slightly down to your mouth. You stuck out your tongue and let your hot breath tease his cock, making it twitch harshly before you gave it a few soft taps against your tongue, the small taste of it alone making your tastebuds erupt with the salty-sweet flavor of his cum.
Wasting no more time, you took him into your mouth, wrapping your lips around his cock. Geto's body jerked violently at the feeling of you instantly taking as much of him into your throat as you could. You bobbed your head up and down on him, using the grip you had around the base of his cock to smear your saliva onto the rest of him.
Suguru groaned when his tip hit the back of your throat, the feeling making your eyes water as you fought back a cough. You pulled off of him completely, your hand jerking him off quickly and smoothly with the added wetness as you dropped your head down to his balls. You took one of his balls into your mouth, rolling your tongue around it softly the way he always begs you to when you suck him off.
You should've guessed this would be what woke him up. Geto's bent leg straightened out as he stirred from his sleep, the dark-haired man almost immediately feeling the pounding in his head from his awful hangover. But there was something else along with that sensation, something that overwhelmed it in a positive, pleasureful way.
Geto rubbed the sleep from his eyes with one hand while the other went down to grab his cock, or at least try. He was met with the feel of hair against his hand, his fingers splaying out along the top of your head. "Oh fuuuuuck, baby?" Geto groaned, his hips thrusting shallowly into the air, fucking his dick into your hand. Geto dropped his head down to look at the scene that was unfolding below him.
There was still sleep flooding his eyes, making his vision slightly blurred but he couldn't mistake the sight of your gorgeous face, sucking on his balls while you jerked him off. "Oh baby, oh fuckk..." Geto groaned, his jaw falling open at the sight before he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
You unlatched your lips from around his sack with a wet popping sound, turning your head right away to face him with a dopey, cock drunk smile. "Good morning Sugu, how are you feeling?" You asked, not giving him a second to answer before you replaced your hand with your mouth. You took his cock into your throat with ease, your hand that was jerking him off splaying out on his pelvis around the base of his cock as you sucked him off with no hands.
"Holy fuck, oh fuck, so tighttt" Suguru groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair at the feeling of your hot mouth around him. You kept your eyes on him as you bobbed your head up and down, humming around him. The vibrations were getting sent straight to his balls, already readying to spill his seed. "Good now baby, s-so good, ohmygod so good." Suguru groaned, trying to answer your question but getting swept away by the pleasure.
"I fucking love you so much, holy shit." The man groaned in his deep, sleepy voice. You had to fight back a smile, not wanting him to feel any teeth as you sucked him off. "Keep going, s-suck my balls again baby, please." He begged. His voice was so much deeper than usual, it was so raspy and needy, it made you grind down into the bed, rubbing your clit against the inside of your thighs pressed so tightly together.
You released his cock from your mouth with a cute "ahhh-" sound before you were leaning down again to suck his balls into your mouth. Geto's eyes rolled back in his head as he released a long groan, his hand pressing you harder against them. He caught you off guard when he wrapped his hand around yours that was jerking him off, speeding up your pace.
His hand was shaky and jerky, and it had no rhythm, Suguru just needed to feel like he was doing something because he was feeling so much. He was so overwhelmed with pleasure, and so early in the morning after drinking so much the night before- you couldn't blame him for being so overstimulated and disoriented.
"Yeah baby, yeah baby, yeah baby, harder, suck 'em harder-" Geto slurred through his teeth, lips pursing around them. His hand stiffened over your own as his body went rigid, almost on the brink of his orgasm. You moaned around him, unable to keep your own pleasured noises down from how good making him feel good felt. Geto's thighs pressed together around your body, the muscles under the skin starting to tremble as his nails scratched against your scalp.
His head thrashed back and forth against the bed, his eyes squeezed tightly together, eyebrows knit with them. His back started arching ever so slightly with his impending orgasm, his groans turning into short gasps as his mouth dropped open and closed like a fish out of water.
"Don't stop pretty don't fucking stop, 'm gunna cum, c-cumming cumming!" Geto whimpered out his words, the last word being your name coming through his lips cracked and ruined before you felt the first hot rope of his cum land on the side of your face.
You moaned around him, sucking harder and squeezing his cock tightly as you worked him through his orgasm. Geto groaned as he released his seed, his hand stilling over yours which kept jerking him off, milking all the cum out of his cock. "T-thank you, baby, ohhhh fuck- thank you-" Geto groaned through his high. His balls clenched and throbbed in your mouth as he released his seed, even more so as you ran your tongue over them, encouraging him.
Geto's, and your own hand was covered in his cum, as the last few spurts of his seed had been weaker, merely dribbling out over your fingers from his tip. Once Geto was throughout done cumming, you detached from around his balls, letting them rest empty and wet against his thighs. Geto was still fighting to catch his breath, his hand on the back of your head falling to the nape of your neck as he no longer had any strength left in his body to hold you tight.
Releasing his cock, his hand falling off of yours, you wiped his cum on the bedsheets next to him. Crawling up his body, you straddled his hips, your panties undoubtedly getting soaked with his leftover cum as his softening cock pressed agaisnt your cunt. Suguru's unfocused eyes found yours, his jaw open and a pretty deep blush spread across his cheeks.
Smiling, you swiped your fingers across the cum on your face, pulling them away to look at his mess. Suguru watched you carefully, knowing exactly what you were planning to do even despite his fucked out state. You brought your fingers to his mouth, to which he eagerly accepted. He took your cum coated fingers into his mouth, his tongue licking off his own seed and swallowing greedily before he released them, letting you pull them back.
"How did that taste Sugu?" You asked teasingly, holding his chiseled cheeks with both of your hands, wiping the long stray hairs off of his face that were stuck there by his sweat. "Fucking delicious." God he was so shameless, it made your cunt throb with need. "How did I end up with such a dirty man?" You asked, fighting back a laugh as you shook his limp head back and forth, a dopey smile on his lips.
"You love how nasty I am, get's 'ur pussy all wet," Suguru said, his words slurred together and ridden with sleep. "Damn right it does," you answered, leaning in to kiss him softly against his lips before you pulled away, sitting up on him.
You placed your hands on his chest, letting your cunt rest firmer against his spent cock, an action that made him groan deep in his throat. "You gonna help me out too? Gonna let me sit on your face for waking you up so nice?" You whispered, teasing the skin of his pecs with your nails.Â
Suguru licked his lips and tipped his head to the side, his hands finding purchase on your thighs before he gave them a squeeze, his eyes squinting as he smiled. "Of course princess, come up here 'n give me a taste."Â
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Don't Stand So Close To Me
Five was doing his best to resist you. You were too young for him. Too eager. But when he decided to try and scare you straight, he got a little more than he bargained for. That's when he realized maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 6,700 words, One-shot
Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult
This was born from a request I received for Five with a young(ish) woman that won't leave him alone. I have modified a few things, but I hope it still works! â¤ď¸
Five sighed and rolled his eyes when he saw you coming toward him. He had been balancing a bag of dry cleaning in one hand and cup of coffee in the other and was just about to chance blinking inside his apartment instead of using the door when he heard your greeting.
âDamn it,â he muttered to himself, wishing he had just risked spilling his beverage all over his newly pressed suits by disappearing inside. Now he was stuck.
âHere, let me help!â you chirped, jogging up to him.
âNo thanks, Iâve got it,â Five argued, but as he did so the bag of clothes nearly slipped from his hand.
âGot it!â you exclaimed with a smile, snatching up the bag.
Five gave a weary smile and another sigh. âThank you.â
âNo problem!â
As Five fished around in his pocket for his key, he tried not to make eye contact with you. Actually, he tried not to have anything to do with you most of the time. You just hadnât gotten the hint.
âWhat are you up to tonight?â you asked, and Five could hear the twinge of hopefulness in your voice.
âOh, you knowâŚthe same as usual. Make some dinner, watch Unsolved Mysteries, and go to bed.â He opened the door and took the dry cleaning from you. âTypical old man stuff.â
You nodded as if you knew exactly what he was talking about. You did know, in a way. You knew all about Fiveâs history, his powers, and his actual age. Itâs hard to keep that shit private when your entire life has been broadcast across the world for everyone to witness. Unfortunately, at least from Fiveâs point of view, you didnât seem to care.
You bit at your fingernail and looked down at the ground. Five wasnât about to invite you in, so he waited for an uncomfortable few seconds before speaking up again.
âOk, well, thanks for your help. Have a good night.â
âOhâŚok,â you said sadly. âGood night, Five.â
As Five stepped inside his apartment and flicked on the light, he draped his bag of suits over a chair, taking a sip of his coffee. He shoved a hand in his pocket and looked around his small, quiet apartment. It wasnât much; just a shitty one-bedroom with a miniscule kitchen. But that was all he needed. That and to be left alone.
Despite trying to keep a safe distance from you, you had yet to be deterred. Five knew you liked him; it was pretty obvious. Ever since he moved into the building, you hadnât missed an opportunity to corner him at the mailboxes, or in the hallway. Being trapped in the elevator was the most awkward, so Five tried his best to avoid those encounters by blinking around as much as possible. You always seemed to catch him, though.
It's not that Five didnât like you. You were sweet, and cute, and he would be lying if he said he wasnât flattered that you were so into him. The problem was that you were 21 and he was in his late sixties. Old enough to be your grandfather; at least mentally. Physically, he was in your same age range, which he assumed made things very confusing for you. While you did know all about his older consciousness, Five figured you conveniently forgot most of the time. Like when you wore those tiny little running shorts with a sports bra and decided to do some warm up stretches directly in front of his door.
Five wasnât fully immune to your little come-ons. He still had a pulse, after all. Not to mention the hormones and libido of a much younger man. StillâŚeven after all that he had witnessed and done throughout his life, he had managed to hold onto a couple scraps of morality. And only sleeping with women who were over the age of 30 was a personal rule of his.
He wasnât sure why he picked that age; it was still more than half of his. But he figured most peopleâs brains had fully matured by then and it made him feel like less of a sexual deviant. He hadnât had a date or any hook ups in a while, though. Most nights he just came back to his place and did exactly what he told you he did. Old man stuff.
As he stood there, contemplating all of this, there was a knock at his door. Five rolled his eyes yet again and set his coffee down. When he opened the door, there you were, as he suspected. You looked up at him with nervous eyes that couldnât quite hold his own while holding two large containers of food and a bottle of red wine.
âHi, again. What can I do for you?â
âHi, Five. So, it turns out I made too much food for dinner, so I wondered if you wanted some?â You held out the containers to him. âItâs spaghetti and a salad, and I had this bottle of wine that I thought would go well with it. Itâs nothing fancy, but I know youâre alone, so you probably donât have anyone to cook for youâŚâ Your voice trailed off and you looked away.
Five ran a hand down the back of his neck and looked down the hallway. No one else was around and he was hungry. He reached out to take the food, but left you holding the wine.
âThank you, thatâs really nice of you.â
Your eyes lit up at his compliment and you smiled. âOh, itâs no trouble at all. I cook all the time, so anytime you want me to make you something, just let me know. Iâm pretty good at it.â
Five chuckled. âI have no doubt that you are. It looks great.â He was about to go back into his apartment, when he looked back at your disappointed face. Shit. If he didnât invite this girl in, he was going to look like a real asshole. He was definitely going to regret this, though. âWould you like to come in and join me for dinner? Looks like you made plenty for both of us.â
âAre you sure? I donât want to impose.â
Five smiled gently and shook his head. âNo, youâre not. Come on in.â
After you stepped in, and Five busied himself making plates of food for the two of you, you set the wine on the kitchen table and looked around his place.
âWow, Iâm not sure what I was expecting, but this wasnât it.â
Five looked up while he opened the wine. âIsnât it just the same as your place?â
You nodded. âYeah, it is. Which is why Iâm surprised. I thought yours would be a littleâŚâ
âOld man-ish?â Five grinned as he handed you the glass of Pinot Noir.
ââŚsexier,â you answered with a sly grin, taking the glass from him.
Fiveâs eyebrows raised. âSexier?â
You shrugged and took a sip. âI donât know. I expected more black and leather. Like a real bachelor pad, you know?â
âYeah, thatâs not really me,â he said with a quiet chuckle. âIâm not exactly a swinging bachelor these days.â
You cocked your head to the side. âOh, no? How come?â
Five saw he had backed himself into a corner and he didnât really want to get into his love life with you, so he cleared his throat and gestured to the table. âFoodâs ready.â
As you sat across from one another at Fiveâs small dining table, the initial awkwardness began to wear off as the wine started taking effect. You became a little bolder in your flirting, and Five was finding he didnât mind as much as he usually did. By the time dinner was finished, and another bottle of red was opened, you had moved to the living room to continue your conversation. Five sat down on the couch as you plopped in the armchair across from him, tucking your leg up under you, making your shorts slide up your bare thigh. Five couldnât help but notice, and you caught him in the act.
As you continued your small talk, Five watched as you fidgeted in your chair. Every adjustment of your body seemed to be just for him, and he found his mouth pooling with saliva that he tried very hard to subtly swallow back down. It was wrong, but he couldnât help it. The smooth, bare skin of your legs, the curves of your breasts, the way your lips looked so damn delicious as you talked. He was in trouble.
âSo,â he said, his voice cracking. âItâs getting late.â
You nodded with an upturn of your mouth before standing up and crossing to Five. As you loomed over him, he looked up, his gaze traveling the full length of your body. The wine was giving you more confidence that you normally would have. He looked so damn good, sitting there with his hair a little disheveled from running his hand through it all night, and you werenât quite ready for the evening to end yet. You reached down, taking his wine glass to set it on the table with your own. When you climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and draping your arms over his shoulders, he was shocked into silence.
Your warm groin settled over his lap with your tits pressed against his chest. Breathing harder, his hands automatically came to rest on your hips as he looked up at you. You smiled, your hair framing your face as you leaned in to kiss him.
Five closed his eyes, his grip on you tightening for a second as he kissed you in return. You moaned softly into his mouth, pressing yourself down when you felt him start to harden beneath you. Thatâs when he woke from his trance and pulled his head back.
âStop.â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âLookâŚI like you, but we canât do this.â
âWhy not?â
âWell, thereâs a lot of reasons, but namely Iâm way too old for you. And youâre drunk.â
âIâm not drunk.â
Five rolled his eyes. âOk, well, I am. And that doesnât change the fact that Iâm about three times older than you.â
âI donât care.â
âIâm sorry. I donât want to hurt your feelings, but this needs to stop before it goes any further.â
âYouâre sure thatâs what you want?â you asked, tilting your head to the side and giving just a little push into his crotch.
He shook his head slowly, exhaling a long breath. âNo, but itâs what needs to happen. Understand?â
After you reluctantly left, Five cleaned up the kitchen, jerked off in the shower, and went to bed trying very hard not to think of you anymore. Over the next two weeks, he did everything he could think of not to run into you in the building again. He was afraid that not only would it be awkward, but that he would start feeling things he shouldnât.
The truth was, you had gotten to him. Despite his best efforts, that little stunt you pulled by climbing into his lap had worked. Fuck, had it worked. Not a day went by when he wasnât imagining what would have happened had he not cut it short. Those firm tits pressed against him and your soft lips against hisâŚshit, he was going insane. He had to keep to his rule, though. You were just too young.
But you did not give up easily. You knew what you wanted and you were determined to make him see you as the adult you really were.
âFive!â you called with a little wave, as you caught him trying to enter his apartment one evening.
When Five saw you, he cursed under his breath. He really did not have the energy to deal with you. He had just gotten back from a job and he was not in the mood for your little antics.
âYou canât keep coming over here like this, Iâve told you that,â Five explained, turning his focus back to the key in the door.
âI just wanted to say hi,â you said with an innocence that he wasnât buying.
âYeah, I know what youâre doing,â he grumbled.
You paused. âIâm sorry about what happened before, Five. I understand why you might be hesitant, but you knowâŚâ
âWhat do I know?â
âI am an adult, like I said. You donât have to keep treating me like Iâm a kid.â
âYou are a kid,â Five shot back.
You looked up at him with a tiny smirk. âFrom what I remember, it didnât feel like you thought I was a kid the other night.â
Fiveâs jaw set, his teeth grinding together. He wasnât going to stand there and get made fun of by some girl that was determined to get in his pants, even if he did have the beginnings of a boner when she sat on his lap.
âJust stay away from me, ok?â he snarled. âYou donât know anything about me.â
âOh, please, FiveâŚI think I can handleââ
Five turned abruptly, his face hard with dark brows pulled together. As he leaned in, his jaw set and body tense, you flinched, but did not break your eye contact.
âYou think you can handle me, sweetheart? You have no idea what Iâm capable of,â he hissed in your face.
Swallowing, but holding your ground, you nodded. âI can handle you, Five. Iâm not scared of you. And if youâd just let me get to know you a little more â"
His laugh was laced with menace as he took another step toward you. You were left staring at one another, neither of you backing down. He was close enough that you could hear his harsh breathing through his nose and smell the faint traces of after-shave. His eyes searched over your face before turning back to his door.
âGet the fuck away from me. Please,â he said quietly.
âI know what Iâm doing, Iâm not sure why you think Iâm so innocent.â
Five looked down and sighed. He was tired of constantly trying to maintain his morality. He was an old man in a young manâs body and he was so damn sick of taking the higher road. Most people thought he was an asshole, and they werenât wrong. He had a high success rate of keeping the people he wanted out of his life out, and barely tolerating the ones he let in. He was a killer. A trauma-filled nightmare wrapped up in a pretty package. He was not normal, and it was time you knew that.
âFuck it,â he said out loud to no one in particular. As his eyes locked on yours again, his normally emerald-colored ones became dark.
He continued to take another step toward you, and then another, until you were backed against the opposite wall of the quiet hallway. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hummed as a single fly battled for its life inside one of the fixtures.
âAlrightâŚI will confess, I have been thinking a lot about you lately.â
âYou have?â
Five nodded, closing in on you until he was inches from your body; close enough that you could see the faint line of stubble on his chin and hear his deep breathing.
âSpecificallyâŚwhat you would be willing to do for me.â
As his gaze traveled over your body, taking in the tight tank top and miniscule shorts you were wearing, you could almost feel the energy pulsing out of him in waves. It was terrifying and intoxicating, and it had you rooted to the spot.
âWhat do you want me to do for you?â you asked, looking up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly.
âStrip.â
You had been trying to keep up with him. Trying to beat him at his own game. But you sucked in a quiet, yet audible, gasp of air.
âWhat?â
âI want you naked for me. Now.â
He was still so close to you, his mouth mere inches away from yours, and yet he made no further movement to do anything else. He was trapping you there; playing with his prey for fun. And you werenât sure if he was going to eat you or let you escape.
âHere?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. âThatâs right, sweetheart. You think you know me? You think you want me? Then, prove it.â
âWhat if someone walks by?â
Five shrugged with a grin. He took a step back, allowing you enough room to leave, should you so choose. Again, he made no move to grab you, or touch you in any way. He shook his head, eyeing you pitifully.
âDonât play games you canât win. It wonât end well for you.â
When you had nothing to say to that, his demeanor changed again. Back to his normal, tired expression, his eyes and mouth drooped. He said nothing more, but just turned back toward his apartment, and opened the door. After he took a step inside, he heard you clear your throat. Turning around, he was faced with an unexpected sight.
With each slow, deliberate step you took in his direction, you started to strip your clothes away. First your top, lowering the straps over your shoulders and drawing it up over your head. Then your shorts, unbuttoning them before sliding them down your thighs and kicking them to the side. Five seemed frozen to the spot, unable to move and unable to speak. But his eyes followed you with an unmistakable hunger.
As you closed in on him, you were left in your bra and panties. With a small smirk, you reached behind you and undid the clasp of your bra. Slowly peeling it away from your body, you watched as Fiveâs gaze dropped to your breasts.
âLike I saidâŚIâm not afraid of you,â you said, as you confidently jutted your chin out, along with your chest.
Fiveâs face flickered with shock, followed by what you could only imagine was lust, before it turned to anger. He grabbed your upper arm, squeezing it hard, before shaking you.
His teeth gritted and bared, he snarled in your face. âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â
You did your best to pretend you were in full control of the situation. âWhat you told me to do.â
Fiveâs eyes roamed over your body for a split second, before they were back on your face. He was angrier than you had ever seen him before. And yet, you had a feeling the anger was just masking something else. Something he didnât want you to see.
At that moment, the loud ding of the elevator doors rang out, signaling that you would soon not be alone. He looked down the hallway and then back at you. When you didnât make a move, his jaw tensed even more. Stalking past you to snatch your clothes off the floor, he grabbed your arm again.
âGod damn it, get inside,â he demanded, yanking you forcefully through the doorway of his apartment.
As you stumbled your way inside, he continued to grasp your upper arm. He slammed the door behind you and got in your face again.
âAre you stupid?â he growled.
You shook your head. âNo.â
âWell, stop fucking acting like it. Jesus!â He let go of your arm, leaving you standing there in just your underwear, while he ran a hand through his hair. âYou canât just go around stripping naked in public places just because someone tells you to. What the fuck?â
You smiled and took a step toward him. âWhatâs the matter Five? Losing at your own game?â
Fiveâs breath had become louder and harsher. You could practically see the wheels turning inside his head. He wanted you; you were sure of it. The juxtaposition of desire and restraint was evident in every twitch of coiled muscle and nervous hover of his eyes on your breasts. He had been trying to scare you; make you flee in terror at his aggressive advances. But joke was on him, because you fucking loved it.
Another look of anger swept over his face as he laughed darkly. âShit. You really do not know what you are getting yourself into here.â
You swallowed nervously. âI donât care.â
âWell, you should. And you should leave.â
Five continued to bore into you with his intense stare. His dark eyes indicated menace, but his stiff body language gave off something else. Fear. But Five Hargreeves does not give into fear easily. When he feels it creeping in, he turns it into something else. Something mean and ruthless.
When you didnât make a move to leave, he took a step forward. A half-smirk formed on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side.
âAlright thenâŚyouâve been warned,â he said pleasantly, right before his voice turned ice cold. âNow lose those fucking panties before I rip them off myself.â
Slowly, and without breaking eye contact, you hooked your thumbs into the elastic waist of your lace panties and pulled them down over your hips, letting them drop to the floor at your feet. You stood perfectly still, allowing him to take you all in while your chest began to rise and fall more rapidly.
You thought you had him this time. How was he going to resist a fully nude woman right in front of his face? But instead of giving in, like you knew he wanted, he gave a small shake of his head. Still holding the clothes you had discarded in the hallway, he stepped forward until he was directly in front of you, smiling derisively. His face was so close to your bare skin, you could feel the warmth of his exhale along your leg as he bent to pick up the pair of underwear. When he walked casually past you in the direction of the living room, your jaw dropped as he opened the sliding glass doors that led to a small balcony, and hurled your clothes outside. You watched in disbelief as they floated briefly on the light breeze before disappearing out of sight; fluttering to the ground, six floors below.
He closed the doors, turning back to you with a satisfied, yet stony expression. He pointed at the door to the hall.
âGet out.â
You paused, your eyes nervously darting toward the door. âWhat?â
He flicked a piece of hair out of his eyes in indifference. âYou said you didnât care if anyone saw you. So, leave.â
When you continued to stand there, wide-eyed and confused, he snorted and shook his head. âThatâs what I thought. Iâm not the nice guy you think I am. And Iâm certainly not one of your little fucking boyfriends you can manipulate to get your way.â His voice softened somewhat. âI can give you something to wear to go home in, but donât ever come back here again. This is over, understand?â
After a few seconds of silence, you nodded your head slowly. âI understand.â With a sly smile, you turned, heading for the door, letting Five get a nice long look at your ass in the process. As you reached for the doorknob, you glanced over your shoulder, relishing in his bewilderment as you walked right out the door without a stitch of clothing on.
Out in the hallway, you tried not to panic. You hadnât really thought out what was going to happen once you had committed to your little act of rebellion. Your apartment was on the other side of the floor, and you had to pass by many nosy neighborsâ places plus the elevators to get there. As you considered your options, your back was suddenly slammed into the wall, Fiveâs hands gripping your arms again after he appeared in a flash of blue.
âGod damn it,â he seethed in your face.
Without another word, you were being ripped through one of his portals, reappearing inside his apartment again. You let out a small cry of surprise as you were flattened against the door, Fiveâs body pressed against yours.
He surveyed your face one more time, his eyebrows drawn together in torment. âFuck, why did you do this to me?â
The next few minutes were a blur as Five released everything that he had been holding back in one ferocious attack. His mouth sucking and biting at your lips, his hands fisted tightly in your hair, and his hips jerking into you. Something feral and instinctual was propelling him, and you let him unleash all of it onto you.
With another tight hold on your wrist, you were dragged away from the door and whipped through a second portal, this time landing on his bed with a hard bounce. While you scrambled to sit up, Five had stripped off his shirt and was already unbuckling his belt, the clink of the metal drawing your attention to his hands as they unzipped his fly. Breathing hard through his nose, he looked at you, running a hand through his hair while pushing it off of his forehead.
With his cool green eyes locked on yours, he crooked a finger at you, beckoning you over. You worked your way off the bed, hesitating for just a moment, before closing the few feet so that you were standing directly in front of him.
He leaned down, a hand gently cradling the back of your neck, as he kissed you softly. You thought maybe you were going to see a new, tender side of him. Until he latched a hand onto your shoulder, gripping you hard while pushing you roughly down, forcing you to your knees. As he glared down at you, dark hair framing the sharp angles of his face, one corner of his mouth twitched up.
âYou talk a big game, honey, so go ahead. Letâs see that mouth of yours in action.â
He was trying to intimidate you; to show you he was the boss. But you werenât naĂŻve and you werenât dumb. There were subtle hints, like the way his breath hitched when he spoke to you, or the slight tremble in his hand as he guided your face up by your chin that gave his nerves away.
With your own small smile and a lick of your lips, you reached up to pull the black suit pants down, taking his boxers with them. Five let out a shaky exhale as his hard cock stood at attention in front of your face. With another coy glance up through soft lashes, you took him into your hand. He was bigger than you would have guessed, and you slowly stroked his thick shaft, pressing your thumb into the underside while following the vein from base to head. When you stretched out your tongue to give a kittenish lick across the tip, he hissed loudly, bringing his hand down to rest in your hair.
âShit,â you heard him mutter under his breath as you started in.
He didnât let you work up to it with teasing kisses or circles of your tongue around his dripping head. With one shove of his hand on the back of your head, his dick was down your throat. You let out a clipped groan that ended in a gurgling noise, before he was pulling you back and off again. With eyes wide and already gasping for air, your hair was tugged backward so that you were forced to look up at him.
An eyebrow raised, Five questioned you with a low voice. âStill think you can handle me?â
From your position on the floor, he towered above you like a god, watching as you worshiped at his feet. Your eyes traveled over his sculpted abs, his toned arms and shoulders that flexed with the effort of holding your head back. You took in the scars that dotted his abdomen and thighs; the line of soft hair that trailed from his navel to the main event. He was being rough, yes, but there was something in his eyes that gave him away. Like he wanted so badly to be something else, he just didnât know how.
You nodded your head in an answer to his question, as his magnificent cock bobbed in front of your face, and you opened your mouth wide.
âFuck,â he growled from deep in his chest.
Five was losing his mind, he was sure of it. All of his pent-up anger and frustration over his body/mind/age situation was coming to a head; and he was shoving that head directly and violently down your throat. He couldnât stop it. He didnât want to stop it. You felt so damn good, with your warm mouth wrapped around him and your tongue sliding over the taught skin of his shaft. As his hips jerked into your face, harder and faster, he watched as you gagged and choked on his dick; saliva building up at the corners of your mouth as you so dutifully let him fuck your face.
âAhâŚffff-uu-goddamnitâŚyes, fuck yes, donât stopâŚah SHIT!â
His head was thrown back in complete bliss as he unloaded copious amounts of cum directly into the back of your throat, the sheer volume making it pour out the corners of your mouth and dribble down your chin. The rest you swallowed, choking down the steady stream of bitter semen while he moaned above you and fisted your hair even tighter.
As he finally began to relax and the last few twitches of his hips came to a halt, he dared to open his eyes and look down at the sight below him. He had loosened his grip on your hair, allowing his dick to slip out of your mouth. You gasped and sucked in the much-needed air that you hadnât been getting as he released you entirely. Collapsing onto your hands and knees, you coughed and wiped at your destroyed mouth while Five did nothing more than stare down at you with a kind of horrified fascination.
What had he done?
When you looked back up at him, though, and he saw that devilish smile sneak across your lips, daring him to give you more, he stopped caring. It was clear you were going to let him do whatever he wanted. And, fuck, if he didnât want to do so many things to you.
âUp,â he commanded, still trying to catch his breath.
He held out his hand for you to take, letting him haul you up to standing. He ran a hand down your cheek and kissed your ruined lips. There was that moment of softness again, and you closed your eyes against his touch.
Five guided you so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. After another kiss, this time leaving you breathless, he dropped to his knees between your legs. Gripping your thighs in his hands, he roughly pushed your legs apart while pulling you closer to him.
Digging his fingers into your hips, he buried his face into your wet, throbbing pussy, and moaned.
âThis wet just from sucking my cock? Fuck, honey, youâre driving me crazy.â
Alternating between long laps with his tongue and sucking at your clit, it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing as you leaned backward, holding yourself up with your hands flat on the bed. When you dropped your head back, it banged against the wall, but you barely noticed since you were already on the cusp of a strong orgasm.
âFiveâŚâ you gasped, eyes clenched shut and biting at your bottom lip. You tried desperately to rock your hips into his face, but his grip was too strong. He was devouring you; eating you out almost viciously, while your palms began to sweat as they pressed harder into the bed. âFiveâŚholy fff-uckâŚOH GOD!â you screamed as one last, perfect lick sent you reeling. With your entire body shuddering, Five only went at you harder; until you were letting out quiet, pitiful cries, and your thighs twitched against his head.
As you tried to catch your breath, Five finally let up, tearing himself away from your warm deliciousness, and standing up to lean over you. He was just as out of breath as you were, with his mouth shining and lips red. A mixture of your arousal and his saliva pooled obscenely underneath you.
âThat wasâŚholy shitâŚâ you tried to get out, but you were cut off almost immediately.
âIâm not done yet. Not by a long shot,â he rasped.
Though only minutes had passed since he had unloaded into your mouth, his cock was hard again. As he rummaged around in a drawer, pulling out a condom, and rolling it on, you scooted back so that you were lying down lengthwise on the bed. There was no more time for rest, though, before Five was climbing on top of you, that look of voracity overtaking him again.
He began to kiss you; hard and insistently while running his tongue over your bottom lip and venturing inside. It was a mixture of intense want and hesitation as he squeezed your ass with one hand and lightly stroked your hair with the other. When he pulled back, he looked deep into your eyes, his hand coming to rest gently on your cheek, his thumb pressing under your chin.
âWhat do you think, sweetheart? Ready for more?â
With a slow smile forming on your face, you nodded.
âFuck yeah. Give it to me.â
Five groaned, closing his eyes and dropping his face to your neck. His teeth scraped against your skin as he kissed you fervently while your fingers threaded through his hair. The second you opened your legs for him, he was shoving himself inside. Sucking in a loud breath, he buried his face into your shoulder.
âFuuuckâŚyou are tightâŚgod, you feel so fucking good,â he moaned pitifully into you.
You threw your head back against the pillow with a loud moan. âOh my god, I knew your dick would feel amazing.â
He didnât respond, but he took both of your legs and balanced them on his shoulders, angling your hips up to push his dick in even further. He was buried to the hilt, with his tight balls slapping against your ass each time he drew back and slammed back into you.
Five was gone; completely lost inside his own debauched fantasy. He wanted to fuck you harder and harder until you couldnât take it anymore. He wanted to make you cry out his name while your back arched off the bed like you were possessed. When his eyes met yours, with the strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat already forming there, you bit your bottom lip and smiled. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and that made him want to absolutely ruin you.
Smacking your ass hard enough to leave a mark before throwing your legs off his shoulders, Five roughly flipped you over. He forced the side of your face into the bed as he thrust inside you again, stretching your pussy and filling you up with his thick cock. His ragged breath warmed the side of your neck with each punishing drive of his hips against your ass as you whimpered softly.
âCome on, honey, letâs hear it,â he snarled next to your ear. âYouâve been dying for me to pound that sweet little pussyâŚso let me hear you. Iâm not stopping until I get what I want.â
âFff-iiive,â you sobbed, your fists clutching the bedspread underneath you as he railed relentlessly into you.
âThatâs right,â he answered, and you could hear that cocky smirk on his face. âBeg me.â
âFiveâŚpleaseâŚyou feel SOâŚFUCKINGâŚGOOD!â
The angle of his cock thrusting inside of you, along with his body trapping you beneath him, was more intense than anything you had ever experienced before. You were on the verge of coming; your cries becoming louder while you desperately tried to suck air into your lungs. The sting of his dick drilling inside of you was still not enough to mask the pleasure that was building. It hurt but you still wanted more.
Soon, that inevitable feeling of warmth and tightness formed in your core and you let go with a loud scream that echoed off the walls of his bedroom. Your body convulsed under his as his hips stilled against your ass when he expelled himself one more time. The groan that left him as he came was loud and long, leaving his arms shaking as he held himself over you.
After he was able to move off of you, you continued to catch your breath as you rolled over to face him. Five was kneeling on the bed, chest glistening with sweat and heaving as he flipped his hair out of his eyes. He didnât say a word, but after a few more seconds, he climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom. You eyed him nervously. You had no idea how he was going to react, or if he was already regretting everything.
After tugging his boxers back on, he sat down on the edge of the bed. âAre you ok?â he asked, his voice tight.
You nodded and sat up. âYeah, Iâm ok, why?â
Five shook his head. âI was way too rough, I shouldnât haveâŚbut youâŚâ he trailed off, his frustration with himself evident. âLook, you got your way. This is done now, alright?â
With a roll of your eyes, you moved off the bed so that you were standing in front of him; the muscles in your sticky thighs aching from the movement. âGet over yourself, Five. We both wanted this, so stop pretending I put some spell on you to make you change your mind.â
He was silent, but he nodded, a brief flicker of a smile forming on his lips. âIâm sorry about your clothes.â He got up to grab a t-shirt from one of his drawers and handed it to you. âYou can wear this; it should be enough to cover everything.â
As you worked the too-big shirt over your head, Five pulled his pants back on, zipping them up but leaving the belt hanging open. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a small, balled up pair of womenâs underwear. With a guilty smile, he tossed them over to you. âHere.â
You laughed in disbelief. âYou stole my panties? What were you going to do with them?â
Five shrugged. âI hadnât figured that out yet.â
Shaking your head, you looked down at them in your hand. âSuch a dirty old man.â Glancing back at Fiveâs guilty face, you threw them back, and he caught them against his chest. âKeep them. I kind of like the idea of you doing weird things with them.â
Five made no comment, but he tucked them back into his pants pocket with a lop-sided grin. He held out his hand. âCome on, Iâll blink you back to your apartment so you donât have to go back in just a t-shirt.â
You thought for a second, but shook your head. âNo thanks. I donât mind a good walk of shame now and then.â
As Five walked you to the door, you gave him a lingering kiss and trailed a hand down his arm. âMaybe the next time I make too much food, Iâll come over and share it? Think you can handle that?â
A smile slowly spread across Fiveâs face and he nodded. âYeah, I think I can handle that.â
Then he watched as you walked away, wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He shook his head, not quite believing what had just occurred. He had thought he was so damn smart with his moral high-ground and superiority. But as it turned out, you had gotten the best of him. He lost at his own game. Tucking two fingers inside his pocket to stroke the silky material of your panties, he smiled to himself, thinking about how this may have been the first time in his life that he hadnât minded losing.
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Part 10
Can't stop thinking about reader realizing she fucked up.
"What?" You asked, unsure if you heard him correctly. "I did stuff for Simon." He opened his mouth slightly before shutting it, almost as if he was afraid to argue with you. He was. "I did things for Simon." You repeated. "I did."
You took pause. Racking your brain for examples to throw in his face. You had always tried to be the best girlfriend. and look where it had gotten you. You were always the one to reach out, to plan dates. The only one to manage your time equally among all of them even if it meant stretching yourself then.
But the more you thought, the more you came up short.
"I definitely treated Simon the same." You defend.
Here lately you had been spending more time with the others than Simon. Every evening was the same without fail. He would call you no later than 9, asking if you were busy. Sometimes you were already out with the others, but in the instances you weren't Simon would ask to come over. An excuse of not being able to sleep.
When he first gave you that excuse, you expected him to be using it as just an excuse to come over and fuck you.
But he didn't.
Not that night. Or the next.
The third time he did fuck you. He was a man, not a saint after all. You weren't sure if it was because he was the last one you got around to being intimate with, but it just felt different. The others were great. Letting you turn your brain off and letting them take control.
Where the others took the reins, Simon guided you. It was more like dancing than fucking. Your bodies working in harmony with one another. He would listen intently to each little moan or staggered breath you took. Wouldn't take his eyes off of your face when he ate your cunt. Wanting to take in every reaction you would give him.
He had created a flow of how to fuck you. A way to ensure he pulled several orgasms from you before you practically passed out from exhaustion. You would try and switch things up with different positions and giving him head, but Simon was a simple man. Once he found a way that worked, he stuck with it. He let you indulge. Spicing things up, but he always made a home in between your thighs at some point.
It had been like that ever since. Over and over again like clock work, he would call. He wouldn't always fuck you. Mostly either one or both of you complaining about a hard day and insisting on just having the company of the other. However, it wasn't until Mere had made a comment on why she hadn't met Simon yet.
It was like finally noticing something on a commute you took everyday. Day in and day out you came across it without every really taking note. How oblivious you had been.
Simon had only came over at night. Although he would bring take out or cook dinner with you, he had never taken you out on a date. Not even so much as a cup of coffee-- tea in his case.
You pressed him about it one night.
You seem pretty busy during the day. Plus, that's when I catch up on sleep was his reasoning and you didn't press him.
Simon had always complained about not being able to sleep. You didn't mind the company. So whenever he called and you were free. That's just how the relationship had been between you two. You both seemed satisfied with the dynamic.
"It was just different with me and Si," you defended. "He didn't need any help from me or ask it." You wanted to say he hadn't been as needy as Johnny, Kyle or John, but kept that opinion to yourself.
"Or did he just not feel like he could ask you?" Kyle's question gave you a moment of pause. Your mouth falling open. Appalled at the suggestion.
"Don't try and turn this around on me." You narrow your eyes at Kyle and his audacity. You were the one who was hurt. You didn't like being the victim, but in this scenario you were. "If Simon had any issue he would have said something."
"Like you did with us?" He asked. His boldness growing. "And I'm not trying to turn this around on you, I'm just saying that there everyone had their issues in not communicating on what was really going on. I should have told you how I felt, they should have told you and you should have told us."
"Oh," you said, head tilting to the side and condescension lacing your tone. "So when was I supposed to do that? When John was snapping at me or Johnny had his tongue buried inside of me. God knows you weren't exactly answering my texts and Simon had been the only one I didn't have issues with."
"But you still came to him about us." Outed was the only word fitting enough to describe how you felt. You had tried to keep your relationships separate as well as the issues and frustrations that came along with it.
"He told you?" You asked, feeling embarrassed and, somewhat, fearful about what exactly Simon had said to them. The asshole was just so easy to talk to. For someone who was so reserved, you found it second nature to open up to him. "When?"
"Any chance he got." Kyle huffed. The confession shocked you. If anything, yes, maybe John would have been the one to tell the boys to fall in line if he knew they were falling short, but Simon? The man who couldn't ever be bothered to plan a date?
"I don't understand." You shook your head as if that would jumble the pieces of your thoughts well enough that they would somehow fit together; painting you a clearer picture. "Simon... he..." His words echoed in your mind. Even now they still haunted you. A ghost reminding you of your naivety. "He said some really shitty things."
"I know." Kyle's face fell and you could almost see the anger flicker in his eyes before it extinguished into something more solemn. "He knew he was the last thing holding you to us. Severing that tie would make it easier for you to lease."
"Losing you wasn't easy." You replied through clenched teeth. Tears prickling your eyes. "Is that what you think? That this has been easy for me?"
"I don't think it's been easy, but I know it's the truth." A small part of you knew he was right. And you hated him for it. "Simon was the only one putting in any effort on our end. He was the only reason we didn't lose you sooner." He took your hand in his. Rubbing small circles in your palm. Something he did to soothe. Funny how now the gesture was breaking your heart. "If it's any consolation, he didn't mean what he said."
You scoff, tears now falling as you pull your hand from him. "Just because he didn't mean it, doesn't mean it's not true." You cross your arms over your chest. No longer giving him the chance to try and reach out again.
"Do you think any of us actually felt that way about you?" Kyle asked, his tone a mixture between disbelief and sorrow. He knew Simon's words were meant to cut, but their actions had made his declaration deem true.
"You didn't exactly prove otherwise." The confirmation causes him to falter, not knowing what to say, how to comfort you. It was like somewhere along the way he had lost the knowledge on how to treat you, how to care for you. It was like he didn't know you, but still loved you all the same.
It was killing him.
After several uncomfortable moments of silence, he spoke. "I know John told you we were all on our own in terms of fixing this. But I want you to know that we all regret how we went about things. How we treated you was unacceptable and there is truly no excuse. I can only hope that you let us have the privilege in at least trying to make it up to you."
You let out a breath. Your chest aching as a sob threatens to bubble to the surface.
You swallow it down.
"So I take it then Johnny is taking the same route as Simon?" You couldn't blame him. You had put the final nail in the coffin of your relationship. Fucking and leaving him like that... Not to mention all the details Kyle gave you of the aftermath. No doubt Johnny would feel like being forgiven was pointless by now.
"Johnny is chomping at the fuckin' bit." He laughed. "If Simon and Price weren't keeping a leash on him right now he'd be here right now and I don't think we could get him out of here a second time."
"Well three out of four then." You sighed. "I just can't believe it got this far." Shaking your head, you leaned back against the cushions "I mean, I get that all of you had your own lives, families and stuff going on... But even then, I can't believe Simon found it so easy to say those things. Looking back, yeah, I wasn't girlfriend of the year, but I wasn't a bad girlfriend."
Silence.
"Kyle?" He bit his lips. He wanted to say something. "Kyle." You pressed. "Out with it."
"You don't need to bring it up."
"Fine." You said, but technically didn't promise anything.
"And it's not your fault for forgetting." Your patience was growing thin. Your emotional battery was low and even with a good nights rest you knew it would take a while before it recharged. "Fuck," Kyle rubbed his face, contemplating best how to tell you. "The night you called Simon..." he explained. "It was April 25th."
You waited, not completing grasping what he was trying to say.
April 25th...
What was so damn special about April 25th that made Simon so fucking angry? You didn't buy the whole 'letting you go thing', so it had to be something
Why that day?
April 25th: not an anniversary or a birthday. Not Easter or Christmas. Simon really didn't celebrate Christmas given what happened to Tommy, Beth and Joseph.
Joseph...
Fuck. Joseph.
Your throat felt fight.
What had you done?
He probably just got home from the cemetery when you called to cry about Johnny. Fuck.
Joseph's birthday.
Simon was a man that didn't do a lot of sentimental things. But every year, on Joseph's birthday he would visit his nephew's plot with a toy. You didn't know what he said or how long he stayed but he indulged you once. Telling you he just went, sat by with the toy next to the headstone for a bit before leaving.
Simon was reliving one of the happiest days of his life that was now tainted. And you complained about Johnny leaving after fucking you.
"Oh my God." You drew out shakily. Kyle could see the tears beginning to form. Horror manifesting in your eyes. "What the fuck?"
"You didn't know." He tried to soothe as if that were some sort of excuse.
"I forgot." Confessing it out loud felt like a spike going straight through your chest. "How the fuck did I forget?" Kyle didn't know what else to do. Fuck whatever awkwardness and boundaries you would set before fully accepting him back, he pulled you to his chest, allowing you to sob.
You weren't sure how long you had sat there. Kyle's arms enveloping you as you released it all. Eventually you did subside. His shirt marked with evidence of your tears and snot.
"No wonder he fucking hates me." You said it so softly, so broken, Kyle's heart broke for you.
"Simon doesn't hate you." His attempt of soothing you was admirable, but you knew it wasn't true. How could someone not hate another person after that? Forgetting the birthday of your brutally murdered nephew to call and bitch about not getting cuddled after sex. "If he did, he wouldn't have made sure you got home okay after your date. And the guy at the club-"
"He told you about that?" You shouldn't have been shocked. After all John knew.
"Only after he asked to standby in case bail was needed." He tried to joke. "The point is, there is coming back from this." Taking his thumbs, he brushed away the stray tears that hadn't made it to his shirt. "For all of us."
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just alhaitham realizing he wants a baby with you... cw: pregnancy, children
alhaitham is in the middle of reading, spending his lunch hour tucked away in a quiet corner puspa cafe when he feels a poke at his arm.
he slides his headphones off, looking over to see a child standing next to him, clutching something to her chest.Â
âexcuse meâ mister scribe sir?â Â
the scribe sighs, tucking his book away. âjust alhaitham is fine.â
the child blushes furiously. âoh, um, mister alhaitham sir, my teacher says that your job is reading. could you read this for me please?âÂ
that was an incredibly juvenile description of his job, but he doesn't correct her. the girl slides what alhaitham recognizes as the childrenâs book that tighnari had written (and collei had illustrated) to teach the basics of forest safety. the storytelling was mediocre and the illustrations were average, but he supposed they were sufficient enough for children who had no higher education.
alhaitham glances at the clock. he still has a half hour left of his break, and he was nothing if not an advocate for educating young minds.
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âthe lesson is to always be prepared when traveling through the rainforest,â alhaitham explains, closing the book. âthereâs always a high probability that youâll run into fungi, especially if you're on foot like little cyno was. youâd do well to add a variety of antitoxins to your first aid kit.â
the girl considers this, brows pulled into a furrow as she sips at the sunsettia juice heâd ordered for her.Â
âwhy didnât little cyno just go around the fungi when he saw them? then he wouldn't have gotten the sports.â
âthe spores,â alhaitham corrects. âbut your point stands. common sense is perhaps the most effective survival tool.âÂ
children, with their inquisitive and imaginative minds, were adequate problem solvers. they didn't overthink things, instead utilizing a simple, pragmatic way of thinking.Â
he wouldn't mind raising a little scholar of his own with you.Â
heâd thought a normal amount about having a child before. typical musings, like when he would have one (after school, after securing a decent job). or what their names would be (esfir for a boy, laila for a girl). who would bear his children (the only person heâd ever considered was you).
but these arenât idle musings anymore. this time, the idea hits him full force, quickly spiraling into a hope. a dream for the future.Â
a boy with his eyes and your smile. a girl with your hair colour and his nose. how youâd raise them together, how theyâd grow to be intelligent, inquisitive, creative, and endlessly compassionate. Â
âsweetheart, there you are!â a relieved voice exclaims.Â
the girl sitting across from him perks up as her mother runs up to the table, her smile widening. âmama! mister alhaitham read me a book!â
âi'm so sorry she interrupted your lunch, sir,â the frantic mother looks sheepish as she apologizes, but alhaitham dismisses it with a wave of his hand.Â
âitâs alright. if anything, this experience has been rather enlightening.âÂ
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âthat's quite the stack,â you comment mildly when your husband enters the bedroom with an armful of textbooks. âwhich new topic have you been intrigued with this week?â
alhaitham sets the books down on the nightstand and answers, âconception.â
his answer is spoken simply, casually, like heâs talking about the weather and not one of the most life-altering decisions you could make as a couple.Â
âconception,â you repeat slowly. âlikeâŚâ
âyouâre a doctor. youâre aware of the biological process behind it.âÂ
âof course i am,â you say, suddenly feeling flustered. âi justâ weâve never talked about this before, haitham.â
your husband sighs, walking around to your side of the bed and sitting by your legs. âwellâŚi want to talk about it.âÂ
seconds pass. seconds that almost feel like a lifetime as you watch each other, looking for any unspoken signs of hesitation.
âitâs up to you,â he finally says, gently placing a hand on your ankle. âitâs your body, youâre the one who would be carrying our baby for nine months. if youâre not readyââ
you don't need to hear the rest, crawling over to cup his face in your hands and press a soft kiss to his lips. âi'm ready. weâre ready.âÂ
his eyes immediately brighten, and he momentarily leaves your grasp to reach across the bed to grab the topmost book from his stack. âthere are certain positions that we can try to increase our chances of conceiving. according to studies conducted in fontaine, this one has an effectiveness of 89.5%. itâs called a mating pressâŚâ
you wish you could say itâs the first time heâs propositioned you with educational literature.Â
âwait, you didnât ask me,â you giggle, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly.Â
he pauses. âwill you try this position with me?â
âno, smartass. ask me to have a baby with you.â
your husband grins, hooking his hands under your ass to pull you into his lap. you gasp as he does so, his head dipping down to the crook of your neck. he says your name, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
âwill you let me put a baby in you, dearest?â
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Lima Bean
pairing: kenji sato x reader
summary: kenji makes his intentions clear and a certain reporter is a little too committed to his job
an: ik the title is kinda dumb but bear with me i have an idea (title is still subject to change if the idea falls through). also tags are being kind of silly and I don't know how to get them to act right so if you asked to be tagged but didn't get notified I swear I tried đ
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âIâm pregnant.â
Those two words changed Kenjiâs entire demeanor in seconds. His face dropped and his jaw hung open in complete disbelief. â. . . Are you sure?â He asked.Â
âPositive test, missed period, morning sickness,â you listed off. âIâm going to make an OBGYN appointment anyway just to be 100% sure, but so far yeah Iâm pretty sure.â
âAh,â was all he could say in response, his mind both blank and racing at the same time. Had he really not used protection? Was he that drunk? He tried to think back to that night, but all he could seem to remember was a flash of you under him and his lips on your neck. His face immediately flushed scarlet.Â
âAre you angry?â You asked, noticing the rapid shift in his complexion.Â
He rushed to deny your assumption. âNo! No, nothing like that. I'm just . . . not sure what to make of this.â
âI know how you feel,â you said wryly. âJust thought you should know, I guess.â You shrugged your shoulders, feeling almost hollow inside with the knowledge that your life was about to undergo a drastic change.
âI appreciate it, thank you. If you donât mind, uh,â he hesitated, searching for the right words. âI'd like to be present. To be a father.â He thought back to when he took care of Emi and how much he came to love her. He was confident in his ability to take care of his own biological child, even if these werenât the circumstances in which he imagined heâd have one.Â
You looked at him as if you were meeting him for the very first time, entirely taken aback by his willingness to step up. Truthfully you'd expected him to deny any responsibility, but there he was, asking to raise the baby alongside youâto step up to the metaphorical plate and be a dad. âReally? And youâre not going to leave at the first inconvenience?â
âNo. You have my word on that.â His expression was one of utmost sincerity. âI want to be a dad. Granted, this isnât how I expected it,â he laughed awkwardly, âbut itâs how it happened, and I won't run away from it.â
You gave him a soft smile. âI'll be honest, I didn't expect you to be so noble.â
âThought Iâd tell you to get rid of it or just throw a check at you to never contact me again? I understand the concern, but I want to be there every step of the way.â
âThen, would you like to come with me for my appointment? I havenât scheduled it yet but . . .â you trailed off, realizing you were asking a very busy man to take time out of his day to accompany you to a doctor's appointment. âUnless of course youâre busy or donât want to,â you added quickly.
He laughed at how flustered youâd gotten. âI'll be there. No matter the weather, practice, or a game, I will be there. Thatâs my kid youâve got in there after all,â he said with a broad grin on his face as he pointed to your abdomen. âAnd that takes priority over everything else.â
âWow. Youâre smitten with something thatâs probably the size of a lima bean right now,â you teased.
âWoah now, thatâs our lima bean and Iâm going to be the best dad a bean could wish for,â he asserted, imagining teaching his future son or daughter to play baseball with him or helping with homework, even what it would be like to do his daughterâs hair, or perhaps teaching his son how to tie a tie.
He was snapped from his thoughts when you slid your phone towards him from across the table, the screen displaying a new contact. âIf we're going to be coparenting we should have each other's numbers.â
He picked up the device to input his number and then checked his own phone. He showed you the screen, a message from your own number displayed there.Â
It was only when he handed your phone back to you that you noticed how late it had already become. âOh wow, I didnât realize the time. I didn't mean to keep you so late,â you apologized.Â
âNo no, itâs fine. I'm glad you, or, Ami, I guess, insisted we have this conversation in person. Think if I had been told over text Iâd still be sitting on the couch reading it over and over again,â he laughed.Â
âThat was how I felt looking at the test. It didnât feel real.â You had a smile that mirrored his own, and you couldnât believe how fortunate you were that Kenji wasnât the douche you expected heâd be when he found out. Quite the opposite, to your pleasant surprise.
âDo you need a ride back home?â He asked earnestly, not quite ready to say bye. After all, you hadnât allowed him the chance the last time you had met.Â
You shook your head as you stood from the table. âNo, I drove here, but thanks anyway. I guess I'll keep in touch?â
He hummed in affirmation, standing from his chair, his impressive height towering over you. He gestured for you to walk first, following close behind you, his hand lightly pressed to your lower back as he walked with you to your car. While the two of you were wishing each other good night, another patron of the cafe was typing furiously into his phone, notifying his boss that he had just overheard the sport's world's juiciest scandal in months.
-â-
The first thing you did the following day was schedule an appointment with an obstetrician. There had been a recent cancellation so you were able to get a slot in just a few days. You sent Kenji a text to notify him when and where, a small part of you looking forward to seeing him again. He responded quickly, saying he would definitely be there.Â
When the day came, he called you to ask if you wanted to go together, rather than take two cars. You agreed and told him your address, choosing to wait for him inside due to the biting cold of December. When you heard a car pull up, you exited your home, and it took all of your willpower not to gawk at his car, which was probably worth more than your entire house. You saw the driver's door begin to open, and he stepped out, breathtakingly handsome as usual. He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and waved, greeting you with a jovial âMorning!â
âGood morning, Kenji,â you returned, a smile gracing your features.Â
As you approached the car, he slid back into the driver's seat and looked over at you, taking in the sight of the mother of his future child. He'd lain awake all night, playing with the idea over and over in his mind. He was really going to be a dad. How different could it be to raise a human baby if heâd already done so with a 20-foot-tall kaiju baby?
You noticed his gaze in your peripheral vision, but as you turned to look at him he snapped his attention forward and made himself busy with inputting the name of the doctorâs office youâd given him into the GPS.Â
The ride was filled with pleasant small talk, asking each other how you had been since last time, basically avoiding the elephant in the room and talking about everything except the new life between you. After parking, he made sure to open the door to the office for you and entered after you, a rush of cold air enveloping you as you approached the front desk. You confirmed your appointment with the receptionist, and she directed the two of you to sit in the waiting room and told you your name would be called when the doctor was ready.Â
As you were waiting, you noticed Kenjiâs leg bouncing up and down rapidly, showing his nerves despite it not even being his appointment. You took the opportunity that had presented itself and placed your hand atop his knee. He looked over at you, his brown eyes wide and his lips pressed into a thin line. âYou can wait in the car if youâd preferââ
âNo!â He all but shouted, refusing to let you believe for even one second that he would run out. âI said I would be here for you and I will,â he said adamantly, placing his hand over yours where it was still on his knee and squeezing tightly, a physical reassurance that we was staying put.Â
ây/n l/n.â You heard your name called. You and Kenji stood together, his hand not releasing yours. Instead, he rubbed calming circles on the skin as you were escorted into the patient rooms, though you werenât entirely sure if it was meant to ease his nerves or yours. Either way, it was a sweet gesture.
-â-
The gel was cold as it was spread across your exposed skin, sending shivers up your spine. A grainy black and white image showed up on the screen, and the doctor pointed to a small grey object depicted on it, surrounded by a sea of black. âThis,â she started, âis the fetus.â You looked at the screen in awe before glancing over at Kenji. He was seated in a chair against the wall, his elbows braced on his knees as he leaned forward, his attention rapt on the screen and his lips open in a small âoâ shape.Â
The doctor chuckled at your amazed reactions. âExcited to be parents?â She asked.
You donât think Kenji even heard her, so you answered. âTo be totally honest, this was unexpected, but I think we can make it work. Kenji here made it very clear that he wants to be a dad.â
âThat's wonderful to hear. Well, looking at the scan I'd say youâre about 7 weeks along and you can expect to welcome the baby around August 11.Â
Kenji was practically bubbling as you each took your seats in the car, and he kept stealing glances at your tummy even if you werenât showing any visible change yet.Â
-â-
These past few days of tailing the nation's sweetheart baseball player were so worth it, thought the man sitting in his car while browsing through the photos of Kenji Sato and a woman heâd never been seen with before entering and leaving an OBGYN facility together. Interesting. Very interesting. With those photos there was no denying that Kenji Sato, baseball heartthrob, was a soon-to-be father.
-â-
Kenji put the car in park in your driveway. You made to get out of the car until he exclaimed âWait!â You re-situated yourself on the seat, angling yourself towards him. He seemed almost at war with himself, like he wasnât sure if he wanted to actually say what had prompted him to stop you from leaving. âWould you, uh,â he faltered, chuckling awkwardly. âWould you like to go on a date with me?â He gave you a hopeful look.Â
Heat flushed across your face and ears, and you beamed at him. âDoing things way out of order arenât we?â You joked.Â
He laughed mirthfully as well. âWay out of order,â he agreed. âSo, was that a yes? To go out?â
âYes, that was a yes,â you giggled, finding his eagerness endearingly sweet.
He nodded his head. âOk. Ok, great. Are you free this Saturday? I'll pick you up?â
âIâll see you then,â you agreed cheerfully, and, deciding to take another risk since you were doing things all out of order anyway, you leaned over and placed a quick peck against his cheek before hopping out of the car and waving goodbye. He continued to wait in the car until he saw you safely enter your home, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest and his face crimson red, one hand placed lightly against where your lips had touched his skin.Â
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Hi!! Your writing it truly lovely đ<33 If i could request anything with Zzy? Thank youuu
Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader (II)
Featuring the goat-legged boy Zzy and a gloomy, newly employed detective Reader! By the way, his name is a little tribute to a series I like. Can you guess who inspired it? Hint: it's Jhonen Vasquez's first comic :D
Content: female reader, perverted goat demon yandere, dark/crass humor!, monster romance, mildly NSFW
[Part 1] [Monster masterlist]
The detective man, at the very least, kept his word. The pay is good, and you barely have any work to do. The jobs themselves are similarly not too challenging: so far you havenât had to deal with any murder mystery out of an Agatha Christie novel. Rather, most of the time, itâs someone asking you to investigate their cheating partner, or sending you to do a background check for an employee. Every now and then youâll get the odd client, but thatâs something for another day.
Your boss isnât all that bad either. You were initially quite hesitant to be alone in the room with him. He always seems to be surrounded by an eerie, dark aura, and youâve only seen him smile in a menacing, villainous way. Now youâve gotten used to his strangeness. In fact, itâs almost comforting. Thereâs something refreshing about another human being honest about their misery. He seems to be just as uninterested in this job as you are, spending most of his time reading at his desk. Despite his unkempt, scary appearance, he's pleasant enough and looks after you. Which, now that you think about it, is a little suspicious. You've seen him act around other people: curt and to the point, disinterested, even potentially rude. With demons, he's ruthless.
"Have you had lunch yet?" the man asks, standing up and dusting his knees. "I can get us something."
You nod and flash him a flaccid smile, although you can't help but ask:
"Listen, aren't you being a little too nice? I mean, I'm not complaining...but I've seen how you behave in general, and I have a hard time coming up with a reason for my special treatment."
He ponders your question for a moment, before his sunken eyes look ahead, somewhere behind you.
"WellâŚIf Iâm being honest, youâre kind of pathetic, aren't you? Iâm just a little worried that if Iâm too harsh, Iâll find out you hanged yourself in your apartment or something. Not that Iâd care, but if youâre gone, Iâm the one stuck withâŚthat thing.â
Ah. Thatâs what it was. Almost immediately, a shiver runs across your spine.
â(Y/N)! Are you done yet? Iâm boooooooredâ, a prolonged whine erupts from the neighboring chamber.
âIâm about to have lunch, actually. Do you want any-â
âYou know I do! Spread those legs and I can startâ, the goat demon declares with a grin, clacking his hooves in your direction.
You sigh.
Of course. Months ago, you were tricked into signing a lifelong contract with Zzy. It was the detectiveâs way of washing his hands off the matter and warmly welcoming you into the agency. It makes sense that he'd treat you with utmost care, otherwise he'd have to deal with this pest from Hell once again.
How's your life with Zzy going?
You've since found a way to seal your bedroom, in order to avoid waking up with his groping hands under your sheets. Sadly, the stubborn creature keeps finding ways to bypass your safety measurements. Who wouldâve thought that lust is such a powerful driving force?
On top of the nightly shenanigans, you obviously have to deal with him during the day, at the agency. âListen, itâs likeâŚone of those fidget toys. It helps with stressâ, he explains fervently while pointing at your chest. âYou want me to do my work properly, donât you?â He concludes theatrically. âYouâre not holding my boobs. This is the end of the conversation.â
If youâre having a bad day, it wonât go unnoticed. âBoy, what a smell, what a delicacy. Youâre even more miserable than usualâ, Zzy will exclaim, throwing his hands together in a graceful prayer. âYou know what the best medicine is? A quick fuck. Let me pound that sadness out of you, eh?â
Despite his constant clowning, the demon does have moments of clarity. He becomes particularly serious when jealous. âWhat have you done?â You shout in despair, gawking at the client - now morphed into a pig - foaming at the mouth and running around the room. âHe was staring at your ass. Only I can do that.â The horned man stands proud, arms crossed, nodding at his own courageous act. His most treasured belonging has been defended once more.
As expected, the jealous curse has gotten both of you into time-out. Zzy because he cursed the client in the first place, and you - despite your protests - because you didn't stop him in time. "Can't you wear something easier to take off? It takes two business days to unbutton this crap", the demon complains as he fiddles with your shirt. You're laying on the sofa, hands behind your head, gazing at the clock on the wall and counting the minutes passing. Unbothered, compliant. The peacefulness of someone who's given up. "Zipper is to the left", you add, aiding the process.
Another irritating detail is that the damned beast can detect the slightest arousal coming from you, and will make sure to announce it loudly, regardless of who is around. "Someone's horny! Whew, getting me all worked up, too." You slap a hand over his mouth, a deep red blush rapidly spreading across your cheeks. You turn to the detective and apologize profusely, but he remains unconcerned, flipping another page. "Let me take care of her first, Mr. Detective", Zzy manages to mumble through your pressed fingers. "As long as you get the task done", your boss responds plainly, never bothering to look up from his book.
"You should visit me down there sometimes", the horned creature suddenly mentions, his head resting in your lap as you idly browse your phone. You stop to glance down at him. "In Hell, you mean?" He snickers at the thought. "No one believes me when I tell them I have a human girlfriend. I need concrete proof, ya feel me?" You raise an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?" He disregards your inquiry and continues: "At least give me a pair of your panties to take back home." Absolutely not.
"Were you this much of a menace before I showed up?"
"What's that supposed to mean?! You can't blame a demon for being in love."
You sigh once more and roll over.
"Does that mean we can go for round two~?" Zzy is grinning at his own suggestion.
"Just go to sleep. Or something."
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Your fics kill me and bring me back to life queen! Requesting Joel and fem!reader almost dying from a clicker attack; Joel and her end up getting blood stained, give each other a bath in the same tub, and talk about whatâs to come.
AN | This concept is both so sad but so soft â¤ď¸
Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Warnings | Language
Word Count | 1.9k
Masterlist | Joel, Main
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
Both you and Joel were covered in blood, guts, and bits of brain.Â
Youâd been doing your best not to cry, trying to remain somewhat composed but it was hard. The tears were welling up in your eyes but none of them had managed to roll down your cheeks just yet. You were fighting them back; you knew that once the tears started it would open the floodgates and all the pent up emotions would come right out.Â
Joel, meanwhile, looked almostâŚfine. Not fine, but not like you, ready to fall apart at any moment. You supposed that he was more used to it, the violence and gore, while you were still fairlyâŚunfamiliar. Admittedly, you had very little ârealâ world experience compared to Joel. You knew that one day, youâd probably come across the infected, but you hadnât expected that it would come close to costing you your life.Â
Your partner had been all but silent as he sprang into action to help save you while you panicked, screamed, and cried, probably attracting almost everything around you. Joel had remained the image of cool and collected as he took them all down to make sure you were safe.Â
Once you were safe and accounted for, heâd hauled you to your feet and started making his way back home, keeping you close behind. Neither of you spoke a word, the silence loud enough to speak volumes.Â
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
By the time you got back to the home you shared with Joel, you felt like you were on the verge of a mental breakdown. You closed the door behind the two of you, before leaving against it and sliding to the floor, in a small heap of sobs. You werenât able to contain the emotions any longer and they all spilled out at once. You didnât even care that you were dirty and smelly, you just couldnât be bothered to keep going at that moment.Â
Joel had already started making his way upstairs but stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he heard your first sob. He turned back around and quickly made his way over to you, dropping to his knees right to see what was going on.
âHey,â he whispered softly, reaching for your face and gently taking it in his hands. He hated to see you crying, especially right now, when you had just had a near death experience. Joel brushed your tears away, trying to hide his frown when he noticed all the grime and blood still sticking to your skin. He wished you hadnât had to experience such a thing; heâd tried to protect but failed. He could have, should have, done more, âbaby, youâre alright. Itâs okay, Iâm right here. Iâve got you.â
You managed a small nod, your lip trembling as a few more tears ran down your cheeks. Joel gently shushed you before pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you. With the little energy and strength you had remaining, you hugged him back, burying your face into his chest. He held you for a while, letting you get out your tears, and occasionally offering you a few gentle words of reassurance. When you felt like you were all dried up and your throat was raw, you pulled back and looked at him with puffy, red eyes and a forlorn expression on your face.Â
âYouâre going to be okay,â he promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead, âI swear it.â
âJoel,â you managed to choke out his name, âIâŚtoday...it was horrible.â
âI know,â he brushed his knuckles along your cheek, his heart hurting for what you had just been through. Heâd gone through it enough times himself and had gotten to the point where he had become almost numb to it all. It was a horrible thing really, to become so desensitized to actions that had once been considered carnage. He was silent for a few moments, unsure of what to say. There wasnât much to say and he couldnât just turn back time, âit becomes easier over time, but I donât want it to become easier for you. I donât want you to have to go through that again.â
âBut,â you looked at him with wide eyes as you grabbed his hands and held them tightly in yours. Youâd been so caught up in your own woes that you hadnât even considered how Joel could have been feeling, âare you okay?â
âYeah,â he offered you a small smile that didnât quite reach his eyes, that didnât quite feel genuine, âIâm alright.â
âAre you?â your question came softly, whispered just loud enough for him to hear. He paused for a moment before hanging his head and giving it a gentle shake. You breathed in softly and exhaled through your nose before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a tight hug, squeezing him with everything you had, âI love you.â
âI love you,â he murmured softly as he buried himself in you, breathing in your soft scent and allowing it to wash over him.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
After a short while, you slowly untangled yourselves before making your way upstairs to the bathroom. You were almost desperate to get the dirt and grime and whatever else was on your body so you could feel like a human again.Â
When you got upstairs and into the bathroom, Joel immediately turned on the shower, getting it just as warm as you liked. He turned to you, slowly and reverently starting to peel off your clothes. You lifted your arms as so he could remove your shirt, a small sound escaping your lips as the cloth stuck to a few of the superficial wounds youâd managed to obtain. It already felt a million times better just to be free of your shirt, which was quickly followed by your bra.Â
Joelâs touch was gentle as he undid the button of your jeans before helping you to step out of them and kicking them to the side to get them as far away as possible. Your underwear was next and you left standing there naked. It didnât matter though; just shedding the layers allowed you to feel a million times better.
You wiped some of the grim from your face before motioning for Joel to step closer to you. He did so, his face becoming more gentle as he watched you. You reached for the hem of his henley, slowly pulling it over his head and tossing it into the pile of your clothes. Your lips pulled into a small frown when you realized that his ribs and shoulder were already starting to bruise. You trailed your fingers softly along his skin, tutting under your breath.
âIt doesnât hurt that bad,â he insisted, which you knew was only for your benefit, ânothing I havenât dealt with before.â
âDoesnât mean I have to like it,â you insisted, reaching for his belt buckle and slowly undoing it before and tugging his jeans down his legs. Joel pulled down his boxers before kicking it all away, âI already feel better. Just having the gross clothes gone.â
He made a small sound in response before pulling the shower curtain back so you could get inside and under the warmth of water. You let out an audible sigh at the feeling of the warm water cascading all over your skin. Joel stepped in after you, shoulders sagging with relief that the day was over and that you were both home safe.Â
âCâmere,â he grabbed your shoulders and tenderly traded places with you. He grabbed the shampoo bottle, pouring some into his hand before moving to wash your hair. You tried to ignore the water that was running off your bottles and red swirls that ran down the drain. It was over and you were okay. Joel started to lather the shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp just how he knew you loved. You had to work to keep in the moan that threatened to spill out of your mouth at the feeling.Â
He worked in silence for a while as you tried to relax and forget about the horrors of the day. It was when he was about halfway through conditioning your hair, you realized that tears had run down your face. When you stepped under the water to rinse your hair, Joel wiped away your tears, which managed to bring the smallest smile to your face.Â
Once your hair was washed, you went to reach for the bar of soap but Joel beat you to it, working quickly to get your body clean and wash away the rest of dirt and grime that had been left on your body.
âThank you,â you whispered softly, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a tight hug. The two of you stayed that way for a while, until you felt yourself start to get pruney, âcome on, handsome. Itâs my turn to get you all clean.â
Joel knew better than to argue with you, and admittedly loved getting his hair washed just as much as you did. You took your time to make sure he was just as clean as you were, pressing gentle kisses to his shoulders and neck. At one point, he took your face in his hands and kissed you until you were breathless. You let him hold you until the water ran cold and both of you were ready to get into pajamas and get into bed.Â
Once you got out of the shower and dried off, you stole a shirt and a pair of boxers from Joel and slipped into them before getting into bed for some much needed rest. Joel followed suit and quickly joined you in the bed, letting out a groan at the comfort of being clean and in bed with you.Â
He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his warm frame so he was your big spoon. You put your hand on top of his and offered it a gentle squeeze. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before whispering in your ear, âI love you.â
âI love you too,â you responded, âthank you for protecting me today. I donâtâŚI donât know what I would have done without you today. I might be-â
âShh,â he cut you off, âdonât say anything else. You donât have to. Weâre here now, safe.â
âYeah,â you cleared your throat in an effort not to cry, âIâm glad for that.â
âMe too,â he promised, âme too.â
It wasnât long after that until you both managed to fall asleep.Â
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Request cowboy Suguru asking reader out but she doesnât date cowboys at all. She hates them but then she gives him a chance
hi lovely!!! thank you so much for this request! IT WAS FUNNNN!!! i'm really loving the cowboy au lately so i was SUPER excited to get something out! it's fluffy and sweet and Suguru is so down bad for reader! hope you like it! <3
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Pairing: Sheriff!Suguru Geto x Bartender!Female Reader
Genre: Western/Cowboy AU
Story Warning: fluff and trust issues and Suguru being down bad for reader. what else is new?
Artist Credit: @aransmind
âYou again? I already told you no the last time you brought your tail in here.â
You wipe along the countertop of the saloon bar, trying to clean up the mess left behind by beers and shots of whiskey purchased throughout the day. Itâs been a long one, and youâre ready to lock up and head home. Itâs just a matter of getting this place cleaned up. This bartop is old, the stains still lingering and apparently unremovable. Just like this damn patron who just canât seem to leave you the hell alone.Â
Just like this damn patron who has slowly been worming his way under your skin, despite your best efforts to resist.
Pink lips pout from the other side of the bar, and all you can do is chuckle, shaking your head.
âI havenât even said a thing!â A man whines. You place his normal drink in front of him, smiling when he dramatically sighs contently after he takes a sip.
Youâre back to cleaning up, arranging your glasses. âI already know whatâs cominâ. Please, no begging today. â
A soft laugh falls from the manâs lips as he speaks. âI ainât a begginâ man, ___. You gotta know that, but you make a beggar outta me every time I come in here and see ya.â
Another chuckle bubbles from your chest as you stare down the man leaning his elbow on your squeaky clean counter now. You smack his arm off with your towel, quickly swiping at the spot left behind. âYouâll just have to keep begginâ because I said nooooo,â you sing. âAnd thatâs not changinâ.â
âButââ
âSheriff Suguru,â you sigh, no actual annoyance in your tone, because how could you be annoyed when he stares up at you with those pretty eyes of his youâve gotten used to seeing every day for the last few months? âYouâve been cominâ in here for how long now? Askinâ me the same question and gettinâ the same answer. Donât you ever know when to quit?â
At this, the Sheriff takes his hat off, placing it on the bar before shooting you what you assume he thinks is his most charming smile. It doesnât work.
âNow, Miss ___, do you think if I knew when to give up, I woulda made Sheriff?â He combs his fingers through his silky long hair that somehow never seems to hold even a speck of dirt in it, despite you both residing in the dry and dusty desert.
Heâs as pretty as the first day he came in.
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The day Suguru became Sheriff, his buddies brought him into your saloon to celebrate, ordering a shot for damn near everybody in town. Who wouldnât want to come celebrate the new Sheriff in town? Anybody who was anybody would be there! You were just lucky that the party was happening in your bar, excited to make a good chunk of change for the night.
Did you really want to spend your entire night catering to a bunch of cowboys? Absolutely not. Youâre not particularly a fan, but again, the money will make it worth it.
But itâs been almost an hour past close, youâre standing behind the bartop as the deputies are still rowdy and drinking. You donât mind much, but you are tired and ready to go. Even the idea of making more money doesnât feel appealing when youâre ready to just crawl into your bath and try not to fall asleep.
âArenât you pretty?â Suguru had slurred from across the bar, in the same seat that would soon become his regular spot. âWhen do ya get off work, MissâŚ?â
You give him your name, polite but to the point. âAnd soon as yâall get outta my bar,â you quip, which makes Suguru laugh.
He leans forward, close enough so you could hear him over the noise of his deputies drunkenly singing behind him. âIâll tell âem all to go home right now.â
Itâs an offer thatâs tempting, but you donât want to rain on their parade no matter how tired you are. The money will be good, and you need it. So you roll your eyes at playfully, as you ask teasingly. âWonât you be lonely without all your friends?â
Your cheekiness only makes Suguru grin wider. âYeah,â he answers quickly. âProbably will be.â He rubs his chin, closing his eyes and pulling his brows together as if heâs in deep thought. âBut maybeeee,â he drags the word out. âI wonât be so lonely if a pretty lady like yourself comes home with me.â
You mimic Suguruâs earlier position, closing your eyes and rubbing your chin as you think really hard about his offer. You let the suggestion hang between the two of you, and Suguru takes this time to let his eyes take you in.
Beautiful. Smart, he thinks. Quick on your feet. Makes one hell of a drink, one of the best heâs had. Yeah, he wants you. This town is full of pretty women. Heâs not without options. And while heâs already had his fill of some of them, itâs you whoâs caught his eye in a way they havenât.Â
He waits for you to give him an answer. But you donât. Not by any fault of your own. Itâs because one of his deputies â Satoru â is now leaning over the bar and giving you his best flirtatious smile now that heâs caught your attention. Itâs left Suguru sitting on the sidelines to watch your interaction. It looks like Satoru is getting more out of you than he is.
Youâre smiling, laughing as you pour him some water, because he doesnât drink. But minutes later, youâre still chatting with his colleague, leaned over and a little too close for his liking. Youâre supposed to be talking to him, entertaining him. Heâs the Sheriff now! Wayyyy more important than some damn bottom of the barrel deputy!
Okay, thatâs the liquor talking. But still. He wants to be who youâre focused on.
âHey, Miss!â Suguru calls, grabbing your attention for a brief moment. âJust waitinâ for your answer.â
He sees the way you seem to barely remember that you were speaking with him before, nodding before you lean your elbow on the bar and yell, loud enough for all to hear, âNO.â
And itâŚmakes Suguruâs heart beat faster, makes his lips curl in a smile that he has to hide behind his whiskey glass.Â
Yeah, he likes you. He thinks heâll come by more often.
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Months later, and this man hasnât let up. Heâs always been friendly, too friendly in your opinion. That long hair, those pretty eyes and even prettier smile are deadlier than the gun hanging in his holster. Heâs a smooth talker, which youâre sure helped him move up the ranks of the town deputies. But youâve always been resistant to his charms. Or at least, tried to be.Â
Sheriff Suguru is extremely attractive, pleasant to talk to when he isnât trying to ask you on a date, and once again, too friendly. Especially with the women in town. From what youâve heard, heâs been leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake since he arrived. Which is exactly why youâre not interested in going out on a date with him, no matter how charming and funny you find him to be. Youâll be damned if you end up being another name on his long list of conquests.Â
Besides, youâve dated a few cowboys in your day and theyâre all the same; big egos, big mouths and big fuckinâ pains in your ass. And most times not a big enough dick to back all that up. Every one of those relationships were a waste of your time and youâre not interested in wasting any more of it on yet another cowboy.
âJust one date,â Suguru begins his regular spiel. "Lemme take you out somewhere. Promise itâll be worth it,â Suguru tells you, and you scoff. He sounds just like the rest of them.
âDoubt it.â
âYou wonât let me take you out, just one time, Miss?â
âSheriff, Iâve seen ya âround town. You take a lot of ladies out,â you note, watching his eyes widen just slightly. âWhy not just ask one of them?â
And itâs true. Youâve seen Suguru in the town square chatting it up with any woman whose direction he looks in. Heâs the most eligible bachelor in the town. Kind, handsome, a damn good shot and a damn good Sheriff. Any woman worth their salt wants him. If he were in any other occupation, youâd maybe make an exception. But heâs not. Heâs a cowboy.
You donât date cowboys.
At this Suguru stands, holding a hand up, which he waves a little frantically between you. âNow hold on! I run into a lotta ladies in town. Donât mean Iâm takinâ âem out anywhere.â His face is serious now, lips pressed together in a hard line. âI know I got quite a reputation, Miss ___. I ainât stupid,â Suguru mutters. âI hear the ramblins âround town. Not all of âem are a lie,â he says honestly. And youâre just about to speak up when he cuts you off. âBut, not all of âem are true, either.â
You swipe at a spot on the bar, the same stain you know will never come out of the wood. You donât look at him, you donât want to look at him. Because you hear sincerity in his tone, and that scares you. It shatters this image youâve built up of him in your mind of this playboy Sheriff whoâs good for nothing but a quick fuck at the brothel. Makes you want to give in because maybe he really isnât like all the rest.
You donât know any other cowboys who would be as committed as he seems to be to trying to woo you. Day after day, weeks after weeks, months after months of rejection from you. And yet, he still shows up. He still asks. He still tells you that heâll treat you right. That heâll take care of you. Is it really that crazy to think that heâs different?
Giggles coming from the other side of the saloon burst the little bubble youâre in with the Sheriff and your eyes dart to the source. A table of four women, sitting in the back of the saloon and whispering what youâre sure are filthy things as they stare at the back of Suguruâs head. He doesnât look, eyes glued to you and the way youâre still moving that damned towel over that godforsaken stain that you and him both know ainât goinâ anywhere.
âI donât date cowboys, Sheriff,â you mutter weakly. âThey donât take nothinâ serious, and I donât got time for the heartache.â
Suguru sighs, taking his seat again. âCanât you see Iâm serious about you? Iâve been cominâ here for so long tryinâ to show you I ainât playinâ any games here, Miss ___.â
âThat donât change my answer.â Is what you want to say, but the words get caught in your throat.
You both let the silence hang between you. He lets you get back to work, slowly sipping his drink while you finish tending the bar. But his eyes are still on you, watching how you began gently nibbling on your lip ever since Suguru told you again that heâs really not joking when it comes to you, like youâre lost in thought over his words.Â
âPardon me, Sheriff?â A soft voice calls to Suguru at the bar.
Your back is turned, but your ears perk up when you hear the Sheriff greet someone back, a woman. The conversation is short, her asking him questions that you canât really hear. There are laughs from her, chuckles from Suguru and then of course, the lady asking him what heâs doing later tonight. The implication is clear, and you roll your eyes, because you almost gave into yet another cowboy and set yourself up for heartbreak.
But Suguru groans, awkwardly running his fingers through his locks as he tells the woman that heâs got plans with someone heâs been waiting to see for a long time.
âFamily?â She asks, the disappointment clear in her voice. He laughs, shaking his head.
âNo. Well, hope Iâm not beinâ too forward, but maybe one day. If she ever lets me in, I think Iâll be able to convince her.â
âOh!â The woman squeaks, not expecting that. And neither were you, because you freeze halfway through putting a bottle of whiskey back on the shelves behind the bar.
âSpecial lady then,â the woman mumbles.
âVery.â
She dismisses herself shortly after. And as the noise dies down, and the saloon empties out, you hear the telltale signs of the Sheriff getting ready to go, always the last customer. He sits his hat back atop his head, fishing out his money and leaving it on the bar for you. You meet his gaze, and he gives you a smile. Even with yet another rejection under his belt, he doesnât seem angry or bitter. Thereâs no resentment behind his eyes. He harbors no negative feelings towards you. His smile is genuine and kind, like itâs always been every time you shut him down.
âHave a good night, Miss ___. Get home safe,â he says, spinning on his heel.
The quiet jingling of his boot spurs fills the air, and to you, at least in your head, it almost symbolizes alarm bells ringing. And you call out to him, grabbing his attention.
âSheriff,â you place the towel down, coming out from behind the bar to stand face to face with the man youâve only ever stood at least four feet away from. This close distance feels more intimate than any other time youâve been around each other, and your heart pounds loudly in your ears as you ask, âMind walkinâ me home?â
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