#any way you spin it i was assigned funny little guy
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#one time i almost cried irl because my friends and i were trying to figure out who we would all be as an animal#and when it got to me everyone was like ummm.. idk... head scratch#funny little guy?#i was so honored. becayse i am the ultimate funny little guy enjoyer#at the end it came down to 'funny little guy bird' which was code for those birds that ride around on top of rhinos and eat bugs off them#and axolotl#or maybe it was gecko idr#any way you spin it i was assigned funny little guy#BUT! it was authentic#because this occurred like one week after i met all these people#so the impression was FRESH#i did not influence the verdict#let it be known
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By Nature, Sheâs Naughty. (141 x Reader.)
THIS IS THE GANGBANG VERSION TO "LUST". I ADDED A TINY BIT MORE BACKSTORY BECAUSE I WANTED TO XD
You can find the original mutual masturbation story here
!CW! NSFW, smut, gang bang, rough sex, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, 141 being great at aftercare, (lemme know if I missed any)
(Summary): 141 finds out how wild Y/N was in her youth.
Iâm referring to Captain Price as John and Soap as Johnny just in case thereâs any confusion.
The hot cup of coffee to your lips settles the boiling anger flowing through you. An annoyed sigh leaves your lips and you hear a laugh behind you. "Something funny John?" You spin around and send him a glare. "No, not at all sweetheart." He raises his hands in surrender. "Thought so." You roll your eyes. Everyone slowly begins to file into the meeting room. Sitting around the massive Oak table for their next assignment. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" Gaz asks. "On the next assignment with you guys." You smile. "Tread carefully boys, she's grouchy when she's woken up too early." You raise the cup of coffee. "This right here will save you all from your impending doom." You joke.
"For someone so young you think you'd be able to run on much less sleep." Soap laughs. "Yeah, I partied all of the youngness out of me. Believe it or not." You laugh. Soap tilts his head. "Partier huh? You'll have to tell us about it sometime." He winks. You roll your eyes. "Yeah right, I barely remember any of it. Cocaine is a hell of a drug." You kick your feet up on the table, only for Captain Price to immediately shove them off. "Wait, really?"
"For legal reasons I'm not answering that." You smirk. John rolls his eyes. "I've heard the stories from Laswell. She's done some pretty crazy shit." You smile at him. He had no issues selling you out. "I know Laswell did some pretty crazy stuff too so she better be careful telling you my business." You laugh. "You too Captain, she's told me about all kinds of things." You send him a wink, making him shake his head in retaliation. "Anyways." He clears his throat. "Onto this next mission." He starts.
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The wind blew harshly against your clothes. The mask you wore helped shield your skin from the harsh sand beating against you. "This sucks." You roll your eyes. "Not too bad actually. Better sand than bullets." Gaz shrugs. "Yeah, if you're a pussy." You wink. He rolls his eyes. "Takes one to know one." He nudges you. "Pay attention." Your Captain snaps. "Yes sir." You salute him sarcastically but he can't see it. You really shouldn't be giving him this much attitude but you are. "I'm beginning to think we're lost Captain." Soap says. "Yeah, me too." He rolls his eyes. "Seems like Laswell sent us on a death run. You do something to piss her off Captain?" You joke. "Hope not. If I did, none of us are leaving here." He laughs. "So all of those people back there, what do you think they were?" Gaz asks. "Not sure, I just hope there isn't any more of them." He continues. "Don't think so. Looked more like a wannabe group of Al Qatala. Not many weapons, not very guarded buildings." You shrug. "True."
Finally, after a few hours of walking, you find yourself walking upon an old abandoned house. The inside was caved in a little bit, only two rooms were still intact, the living area and the kitchen. Sand had flooded the inside and you were each left crammed into one room. Captain Price was in the living area on the radio with Laswell, and the rest were crowding the kitchen, looking to see what they could find. When his conversation was over, he makes his way into the kitchen. "Laswell sent us in the wrong direction by accident. Thinks it was intentional because Al Qatala is leading us the wrong direction because they're doing something they're not supposed to be doing." Everyone nods. "Exfil can't get to us until morning so settle in."
Those were your Captainâs instruction, so everyone did. You took up one small corner of the living area. There was an old couch, and everyone had set up around you, almost in a circle. All you had was a sleeping bag and an emergency blanket for comfort so you laid them both out. It was still too warm so you were sitting on top of it. You tried getting comfortable but it was a little hard. Everyone had a couple emergency MREâs and first aid kits. You tended to your wounds, patched up, and ate one of the MREâs.
âI donât have sweats or extra clothes in my bag so youâll all just have to be okay with me sleeping in my boxers.â Soap calls out.
âThatâs fine, no one cares.â You reply. âUse a buddy system if you have to go outside for any reason.â Your captain calls. Heâs laying on his own sleeping bag a couple feet from you. Soap starts removing his clothes, tucking them near his bag and laying down. The room fills with an awkward silence and everyone shifts uncomfortably. It was clear no one would be getting much rest tonight. A deep sigh brings everyone out of their own thoughts. âMaybe we should do something. Like.. play a game.â Soap says. âWhat, like one of those ridiculous games we played in grade school?â You laugh. âYou got any better ideas?â Soap rolls his eyes. âNot really. Iâm in.â You shrug.
âTruth or dare?â
âCanât really do many dares, Soap.â You laugh. He smiles. âAlright alright, truth or truth?â You laugh, sitting up in your sleeping bag. Everyone follows suit. âI think I seen some old bottles of vodka in the kitchen. Maybe we can do a drinking game like never have I ever.â Gaz suggests. You nod your head, standing up. âCaptain could probably pick out good liquor. Heâd be able to tell which is good to drink and whatâs bad.â You smile. âDamn right little lady.â John pushes past you, you follow him into the dingy kitchen and he opens up a couple cupboards, finding 2 unopened bottles of liquor. Gin and Vodka. âAlright. Weâll just pass around the bottle.â You nod your head. âBefore we start Iâm ditching my clothes too.â You complain. They were dirty and had blood all over them. âYeah me too.â Gaz complains. Pretty soon everyone is just sitting in their undergarments. Most of you were pretty beat up. Bandages and cuts and bruises all over.
Each of you form a circle and John picks up a bottle.
âAlright so.. if you donât already know, never have I ever works like this. Someone asks a question, and if youâve done it, you drink, if you havenât, you donât.â You explain. Everyone nods.
âAlright, Iâll go first. A warm up question.â Gaz sits up. âNever have I ever⌠been stuck in a dingy house in the middle of a desert.â
Each of you pass around the bottles of liquor.
âBloody hell that is shite.â Captain Price flinches. He lowers the bottle of gin from his lips and shivers. âSteamin Jesus that is horrible.â Soap laughs, passing the bottle of vodka to you. You take it, tipping it back. Flinching as you set it down. The burn coursing through you. âAlright. Soap, your turn.â Soap laughs. âAlright uh..â he pauses, thinking to himself. âNever have I ever gotten into a fight.â
Everyone passes around the bottles again.
This goes on for a few more times and everyone is starting to feel buzzed, loosening up. âOkay, Y/N.â
âNever have I ever had a dirty dream about someone in this room.â You smile. âOoooh. Thatâs a good one.â Gaz laughs. Your captain, Soap, and Ghost each take a drink.
The game goes on like this until most of the liquor is gone. Everyone had been targeting you, trying to figure out what exactly you had done as a teenager. They dug deep to figure out just how wild you'd been in your youth.
Eventually everyone settles into their own little worlds. Playing on their phones, reading. Or just relaxing. The same tension is still thick in the room, everyone can read it. âAlright. I hate this. Letâs try something else.â Your Captain says, sitting up. âWhat do you mean?â Gaz laughs, taking a breath. âI was thinking we find another way to relieve some tension.â
âWhat, a gang bang?â Gaz jokes. âHate to break it to you cap, but I donât think poor Y/N could handle that.â Your mouth props open and your cheeks burn. âI like your taste Garrick, but thatâs not what I meant. I mean.. similar. But.. less hands on.â Ghost pulls off his mask, this wasnât the first time youâd each seen his face. âAre you suggesting we.. touch ourselves?â Soap asks. John nods his head. Everyone steals glances at each other. "What makes you think I wouldn't be able to handle it, Kyle?" You smirk at Gaz, his eyes widening. "I just assumed. You talk a big game but don't have the will to back it up." He shrugs. You pick up the bottle of Vodka, tipping what's left in the bottle back. Swallowing it all down and setting it back down. You wipe your lips off and send him another evil smile. "Try me Garrick." You cross your arms. "You know what. I think we should. Fuck the attitude right out of her." Ghost smirks. One of the only things he's said all day. "Yeah, she has been giving everyone attitude all day." Soap glances at you. Right now is where you began to get nervous. It was four against one right now. You were for sure losing no matter what. The thought of all four of them using you to pleasure themselves makes butterflies swarm in your stomach. "Earth to Y/N." your Captain waves in your face. "Y-yeah, sorry. What?"
"You want to do it or not?" He smiles. "Uh.. yeah. Yeah I do."
"It's going to be a lot." He smiles. "I know."
"Before we start, I want to make a safe word." You nod your head at his suggestion. "Okay. How about 'Stop'?" Gaz suggests. "Sounds good. You know how a safe word works, right sugar?" He asks. You nod your head. "Alright. Let's get started." His hands wrapping around your thighs and tugging you toward him, laying on your back on the ground as he eagerly pulls your panties down your legs. Revealing your most delicate parts to everyone in the room. On show for them and fuel for whatever filthy fantasies are going through each of their heads right now. Your bra is next, Ghost unclasping it almost too quickly, incriminating himself just a little bit with the move. Your Captain decides to take it easier on you in the start. Helping stretch you out and prep you. He spits on his fingers, opening you up. A moan leaves your lips and you prop yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. You notice Kyle is now fully naked, moving to your left. He pushes your chest down so that you're laying on your back. "Relax." He smiles. Simon joins your other side, Johnny at your head. "You're gonna be a good girl for us right?" Johnny smirks. You nod your head, having no real response to that. This was happening, really happening. "Nothing smart to say?" John says. You smile, but say nothing. You think about saying something sarcastic but choose not to, considering it looked like he was going first. Your smile fades when you feel the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, disappearing between your folds. Your eyes shut tightly, a moan leaving your lips. "Shit, stretching her a lot Cap." Kyle laughs. "Yeah, probably should've stretched her a little more huh." He laughs. "Oh fuck!" A whine leaving your lips as you clutch at Johnny and Kyleâs thighs. Kyle laughs. Hand moving up the shaft of his cock, slicking it up with his spit. Johnny's fingertips glide over your cheeks and you tilt your head back to look up at him. "Fuck.. Look so pretty looking up at me like that sweetheart." He smiles. He moves his hips forward, cock nudging at your mouth and nose. You waste no time, taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the tip. "Oh fuck!" he gasps, hips jerking back.
He relaxes a second, only just now realizing how long it'd been since he had done this. You reach upward, wrapping your hands around his thighs and forcing him to stay still as you took him down further. By now, John was fucking into you. He wasn't going too fast, giving you even more time to adjust to his size. Once you're sure Johnny will stay still, you reach your hands out. You can hear the squelch of Simon and Kyle jerking off, so you stop them, taking them into your hands. "Shit, maybe I was wrong." Kyle laughs. âMaybe you can take it.â He groans. Thrusting his hips into your hand. You moan around Johnny, John sliding right into your spongy spot, heâs got a death grip on your thighs and your hips buck. âFuck.. like when you moan around my cock like that sweetheart.â Johnny glides his hand over your throat. He takes hold of you, holding you still so that he can thrust into your mouth, trying not to be too rough. John moans out, feeling you tighten around him. âFuck.. so fucking tight.â He moans. He relaxes himself. Heâs worked up, approaching his orgasm too fast for his liking. He slows his thrusts, pinning your hips to the ground and taking slow deep thrusts into you. âSheâs fucking tight-â he groans. âSo fucking good.â He tilts his head down, watching his cock disappear inside of you. âDoing so good for us Princess. So much better than I thought you would.â Kyle laughs, fingertips gliding over your chest at an attempt to soothe you. Your heart was pounding and your skin was bright red and warm. Already so worked up. He lets out a deep chuckle. A taunt. âSheâs good at this too.â Johnny groans out, tilting his head back too look at the ceiling. Having to force himself to think about something other than your lips around him. âGot a lot of experience hm? Little slut.â Johnny swats your breast, earning a moan from you. You squirm when he squeezes it, fingertip gliding over your nipple. John felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm. Working through it. âFuck- fuck.â He gasps. He groans. Youâre wet around him, soaking the base of his cock. He admires it.
Johnny slides out of your mouth for just a second, and you gasp in a breath of air, followed by a âIâm gonna cum!â Before Johnny holds you still. âFuck- me too.â John groans. âMe too.â Johnnyâs eyes roll back. Kyle chuckles. âGonna make them both cum sweetheart. Such a filthy fucking girl. Fucking your Captain and sucking your Sergeant off too.â Kyle leans down, attaching his lips to your nipple, lowering a hand to rub at your clit. Heâs running quick circles over it, and you cry out around Johnnyâs cock, nearly choking when he ruts his hips into you, pushing himself as far into your throat as you could take and cumming deep inside your throat. John pulls out of you quickly, earning a mewl from you at the loss of your orgasm. Pumping his cock quickly until he coats his hand and your stomach in a layer of his cum. When he cums, itâs sexy. He doesnât try to hide how good heâs feeling, panting, groaning. When all of their hands are off of you, and Johnny has slid out of your mouth, youâre panting hard. Eyes are watering and your skin is beat red. âHow are you doing sweetheart? Can you take it?â Your Captain smirks. Your nod your head lazily and he laughs at this. So pathetic and used already and theyâd only just begun. Kyle swaps spots with John, and Simon trades with Johnny. Giving himself a minute before he fucks you. You jerk his cock lazily, same with John. They were both sensitive as theyâd just climaxed. Taking this as a moment to relax. âSee if I canât make you cum hm? I know how bad you want it.â Kyle smiles. You lay back, hair damp with sweat as you look up at Simon, forcing your eyes not to widen at his massive size. A deep chuckle leaves his lips, causing chills to raise on your skin. âSâalright, no need to be nervous.â His deep voice puts you in a trance and you look up at him. âSuch a pretty girl hm? If you canât take it all, thatâs alright. Just as long as you try fâme.â He smiles. You take a deep breath, adjusting the way youâre laying for a second, opening your legs up for Kyle. He bites his lip at this. Still ready for more.
He wonders if youâll still be by the end of this.
Kyleâs tip pokes at your entrance and heâs a little more rough than your Captain, starting in fast. The sound of his hips slapping into yours echoes throughout the room, cries leaving your lips at the intensity until Simon leans forward. You swallow down the moans, opening your mouth for him. Youâre ready for it, and his thick cock glides into your mouth. You release John and Johnny, forming a death grip on the sleeping bag beneath you. You suck hard at Simons cock as he fucks your throat, breasts bouncing with every hard thrust Kyle takes. âWant this pussy cumming on my cock.â Kyle growls. Heâs holding both of your thighs tightly, hips hammering into yours. John rubs gentle circles on your clit, Johnny leaning forward to suck at one of your nipples, fingers gliding over the other. Youâre crying out around Simon and heâs struggling to keep himself together. Youâre sucking hard and the vibrations from your moans feel so good. He lowers one of his hands, fingers rolling his balls around, stimulating himself even more. Kyleâs teeth are gritted, John was right. Youâre wrapped tightly around him, your body naturally milking his cock. You were made for this. Made for pleasuring them. Youâre swallowing down gags, you donât want them to notice your weakness, not even for a second. Simon grits his own teeth, clutching your hands over the sleeping bag. Heâs mumbling to you. The others canât hear it too well, but you can. Strings of moans and curses are leaving his lips. âSuch a good girl.. like sucking my big cock, donât you?â He chuckles when you moan around him. Knowing you canât answer his questions. Heâs stretching at your lips. A sting that you find yourself loving. âMmm⌠doing so good. Getting me so close.â Simon releases your hands, you return them to pump at the othersâ cocks. Earning groans from both of them. So sensitive, yet still ready for more. Heâs more rough than he intends to be, holding you still by your hair and fucking himself into your throat. Watching you turn a deep shade of crimson, choking on his cock. âOh fuck- just a- just a second longer sweet girl. Take my cock. Take it- Agh!â Simons hips buck, cumming down your throat just as Johnny had earlier. âJesus LT-â Johnny laughs. You take in a deep breath when he pulls away, the color fading from your face from having your air cut off. Youâre panting, the black dots that had clouded your vision are slowly starting to disappear, the numbness in your body felt amazing, the buzzing in your head blocked everything out. The only thing you seemed to be able to feel was Kyleâs hips slamming into yours.
Youâre moaning out, cries and whimpers leaving your lips each time he hammers into your cervix. You prop yourself up, eyes burning into Kyleâs as he fucks into you. He bites his lip hard, hips not stopping for even a second. You reach your hand down, rubbing at your clit, maybe a little harder than you intend. âFuck.. think sheâs about to cum.â John laughs. âShe likes that, look at her.â Your hips buck up, eyes rolling back as your body lurches forward. Kyle tilts his head back, âfuck Iâm gonna cum.â Kyle���s thrusts slow, and heâs taking hard thrusts into you, riding out your orgasm. When you fingers drop from your clit to clutch the sleeping bag, John replaces them. Earning a few cries from you at the overstimulation. âOh- fuck!â Kyle gasps out. He slides out of you too, coating your stomach in his cum just like his Captain had. It was time for the next rotation. You were worn out, eyes heavy. Body numb and throbbing. Beads of sweat coated your body and your heart thumped through you. The room buzzed and felt way hotter than earlier. âNeed another drink before I fuck her. Johnny is next.â Simon growls, standing up. He was last, and was by far going to be the biggest, you were nervous thinking about it.
Johnny swaps with Kyle, John moving up by your head. It was his turn to feel those pretty lips wrapped around him. âHow about we try something else sweetheart?â Johnny smiles. âOn your hands and knees fâme baby.â He pats your thigh. You listen, legs wobbling as you move. âAre you alright, Princess?â John asks. You nod your head. John smiles. âNo more attitude out of you Hm?â He pushes your hair out of your face, a gasp leaving your lips as Johnny slides into you, grasping hold of your hips as he starts fucking you. John laughs, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. He smiles. Eyes looking into yours. âAm I a good girl Captain?â You smile. âYeah, doing so good for us.â Johnâs cock is rock hard again, hearing you say that. Asking if youâre a good girl. It makes him want to bust right there. âAre you ready for more baby? Ready to taste my cock?â You nod your head eagerly. âSuch a good girl for me.â He groans out as you lower yourself. He lifts himself up onto his knees, cock level with your mouth. You take him into you, body jolting with each thrust Johnny takes. Kyle squeezes at your breasts, fingertips gliding over your skin to soothe you like he had done before. He knew they were overwhelming you. But you were almost done, and you were proving him wrong. So so wrong. Johnnyâs head is tilted back, hearing your moans have been muffled by his Captainâs cock. His cock was overstimulated, but he was still going. The sensitivity makes the sex feel so much better. So much more intense as your body clenches down onto him, relaxing. You can feel another knot building in your stomach, and Johnny can tell. The way youâre clenching around him sells you out. Kyle is running circles over your clit steadily, even with the shaking from Johnnyâs thrusts. Simon sits on the couch, bottle of Gin in hand. Heâs watching. Your body is so stimulated. Mouth full of cock, cock buried in your pussy. Nipples and clit being stimulated. Your hands are clutching at the ground beneath you. Youâre fighting off another orgasm, he can tell from where heâs sitting. If Johnny doesnât make you cum, Simon would. By the way Johnnyâs thrusts are getting sloppy, heâs not going to get you to another. A smile plays at Simons lips. He was about to make you see another fucking world.
Sure, he was a little cocky about it. But he was waiting to go last for a good reason. Heâd stretch you more and wanted you to be completely ready.
You swallow down every last bit of cum that your Captain has to give. His hips buck into you, and you try hard not to gag. He relaxes, your head hanging as you cry out. Johnnyâs thrusts are sloppy and you know he wonât be able to make you finish, youâre too overwhelmed. Johnny releases a loud gasp, sliding out of you just in time as he pumps his cock hard, orgasm spilling out onto your backside. You collapse onto your stomach, body weak and numb. Kyle laughs. âMâtapping out sweetheart. Youâre all Simons now.â Simon stands up from the couch, setting down the empty bottle of gin. He kneels down by your legs, helping you roll into your back. Chuckling at how weak you are. âYou remember our safe word right honey?â He smirks. You nod your head weakly. âWhat is it?â
âStop.â You croak. He smiles, âcan you take more?â You nod your head weakly. âJust lay back and relax. Theyâre going to take care of you.â You nod your head. A sigh leaves your lips as you lay back. Simon folds one of your legs over the other until youâre on your side. He lifts one of your legs higher, spitting on his hand and rubbing it over your pulsing entrance. As fucked out as you are, youâre still desperate to cum again. Simon starts to glide into you and your mouth falls open. âOh my god!â You suck in a harsh breath. âItâs okay sweetheart.â John rubs a hand over your hair. Theyâre all watching Simon stretch you. âStretching me so much-â a sob leaves your lips. Simon bites down on his lip, trying not to thrust right into you until youâre crying. Tears start to slide down your face, so overstimulated. But it feels so good. Better than anything youâve ever felt before. âAh-â you move your leg until youâre laying on your back again, pushing down onto Simon, and he groans when he prods at your cervix, bottoming out into you. âSomeoneâs eager.â He chuckles. When he takes his first thrust, your head falls back into Johnâs lap. He chuckles, âyouâve got a safe word baby. Donât forget.â You shake your head. Earning a smile from him. âDoing so good for Simon baby. So good.â He chuckles, running his fingers through your damp hair. He draws his hips back, thrusting into you again. A moan leaving your lips. They didnât get to hear too much of it before. Your mouth was full. Your moans are perfect and they egg Simon on. He starts to be a little more rough, hips hammering into yours until your body is jumping with each one he takes. Simon wonât last long, but that doesnât matter.
Because neither will you.
His thick cock brushes right up against your spongy spot, and your eyes roll back. Shutting tightly. âAh! S-Simon- feels weird.â You whimper, âSâokay baby. Just let it happen.â John breathes, they all know whatâs coming, stealing glances at each other with a smile. Your body began to shake, cries leaving your lips. You try to squirm but John holds you tight. Johnny moves forward, rubbing circles over your overstimulated nub. âA-Ah! Iâm going to-â a cry leaves your lips and Simon fucks you through it, body jerking hard as you reach your high, your arousal squirting out around Simon, fluids coating Simon as a scream leaves your lips. Simon groans, still fucking into you as he reaches his own high. âSo fucking good. Fucking tight around me.â He grits his teeth. He knows he should pull out, but he doesnât. âAgh- canât fucking stop,â he growls. He takes a tight hold on your hips, burying his cock as deep as itâll go and reaching his orgasm. Filling you to the hilt with his spunk.
Your body gives out completely, panting. Youâre drenched in sweat and coated in bodily fluids. Most not even yours. Simon moans when he sees his cum spill back out of you. Pumping out with each pulse from your pussy. John letâs go of you, giving you a moment to relax. They all stand up, admiring their work. âI was wrong, she could take it.â Kyle laughs. Each of them standing around you like a pack of wolves, thatâd just devoured their prey. Your eyes are heavy and donât stay open for long. You fall asleep quickly, still nude and coated in fluid.
âLetâs clean her up, everyone else has clothes so she can sleep with Johnny.â They nod their heads, making a mutual agreement. You didnât have back up clothes and neither did Johnny, which meant you could keep each other warm through the night. It was the desert. It would get freezing. With whatever wipes and clothes they didnât need, they cleaned your skin off, using a damn cloth to wipe your face off before using it for the rest of your body, even between your legs so that you didnât feel uncomfortable. They helped put your undergarments back on so that you wouldnât wake up naked, and discarded your ruined emergency blanket with a mutual agreement to gift you another when they returned. âI found an extra hoodie in my bag, letâs put it on her too.â Gaz passes it to Johnny. He moves your body to slide it onto you. âMâgonna take her bra back off than. That canât be comfortable. She complains about them every time sheâs around.â Johnny laughs. âTrue.â He tucks your bra into your bag and unzips your sleeping bag for more warmth over the both of you.
He forces you awake for just a second for a drink of water and after, youâre fast asleep again. Johnny gets settled with you, pulling you into him so that the both of you are warm. Once everyone settles in, they turn their lights off.
The next morning, Johnny is shaking you awake. âExfil is a mile out lass. Cmon.â You nod your head, going to stand up. Your legs buckle underneath you and Johnny laughs as he catches you. âJust sit there for a minute yeah?â He smiles. âSimon, Iâll take your bag. You get her.â He nods his head, moving closer. He passes Johnny his bag, kneeling down in front of you. You climb onto his back and heâs lifting you up. He has a hold of your thighs, your arms wrapped around his front. You were riding piggyback on him. They cover your bottom half with an emergency blanket, luckily Gazâs hoodie was long and covered you as well. âAlright. One mile. Letâs do this.â They all nod.
You rest your head on Simons back, eyes growing heavy once again.
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, my girl !!
â ranboo x fem!reader
warnings: she/her pronouns, fem reader, chat being a dick, protective ran (drives me crazy /pos), ran + y/n are both 19 in this fic, ran's pov entire fic â˝
â a/n: this fic was originally an ask from a moot named heiijoy, whos account has sadly now been deactivacted for reasons im not sure why. theyre were a great friend and moot for me, and they always supported me and my works from when i very first started on my other account. this is a re-upload, the original post can be found here!
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ
ranboo pov
I've always admired Y/n. I did then, and I still do.
Since I first saw her at the locker next to me in sophomore year, something just, clicked inside of me. At first, I originally saw her as a locker-hallway crush only, until classes got changed due to a teacher leaving. Suddenly, the hallway-locker crush turned into same-classes crush. For some odd reason, the teachers would also often pair us in the same partners and groups, and we would sit near or next to each other sometimes. I kind of just played it off as pure luck on my part.
I would see y/n in about 90% of my classes, but we were assigned permanent partners one day in English for the rest of the year. I got to talk way more to her in class, and we even hung out a few times. I eventually did get her number and we started to hang out more, but not just for study sessions. We eventually had a really strong friendship, but I still admired her.
Time skip, but one of my friends who was dating y/n's best friend told me that y/n actually liked me back, and she had for a while. At first I didn't believe him, until y/n texted me to meet up at the stargazing hill we always went to and told me she liked me.
After that, we started dating. I started my Twitch and YouTube around then, and started blowing up very quickly. Y/n was always there to support me and what I wanted to do, and I was eventually invited to the Dream SMP, which also quickly raised my following and reputation even more. When I got an invitation from Toby and Tommy to meet them in the UK, Y/n also came with me. She's always been at my side, streamer or not.
present day , ranboo pov
"'Just Talking streams never end well'? Damn, you guys are mean!" I said, laughing and flipping off the camera.
I spinned my chair slightly to the left, focusing my eyes on the other monitor that showed StreamLabs and the chat. I scanned my eyes over the chat, and a few messages caught my eye.
user4531: hi everyone!
user78787877: y/n could do better tbh
ranboofan69: @user78787877 frrr she deserves more than ranboo
rainbow4eva: i love your shirt!
socoolfan: @ranboofan69 yeah i could get y/n SO EASY bro
I sighed loudly enough for the microphone to pick up. I looked back over to chat and saw moderators turn off chat to send a warning message and put it chat onto "emotes only" mode.
I laughed. "The fact some of you guys are so confident in stealing y/n from me is actually very funny." I stared into the webcam. "Y/n is my girl, nor does she even want any of you all."
Let's just say y/nboo and that clip was trending on Twitter for a little while.
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SO. ANOTHER. steal my girl by 1D.
this could probably be fem!reader
ranboo and reader have known eachother since they were about 15/16, and he's ALWAYS loved her. ALWAYS. once they finally start dating, maybe once they're both 17/18, ranboo starts steaming, chat says stuff along the lines of "y/n could do better" or "she deserves better than ranboo fr" or "i could get y/n EASY" so ranboo goes out of his way to say "no one can steal my girl, nor does she even WANT any of you." SOMETHIN ALONG THOSE LINES!!
literally SCREAMED at this bro , you have no idea
, my girl !!
â ranboo x fem!reader
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ranboo pov
I've always admired Y/n. I did then, and I still do.
Since I first saw her at the locker next to me in sophomore year, something just, clicked inside of me. At first, I originally saw her as a locker-hallway crush only, until classes got changed due to a teacher leaving. Suddenly, the hallway-locker crush turned into same-classes crush. For some odd reason, the teachers would also often pair us in the same partners and groups, and we would sit near or next to each other sometimes. I kind of just played it off as pure luck on my part.
I would see y/n in about 90% of my classes, but we were assigned permanent partners one day in English for the rest of the year. I got to talk way more to her in class, and we even hung out a few times. I eventually did get her number and we started to hang out more, but not just for study sessions. We eventually had a really strong friendship, but I still admired her.
Time skip, but one of my friends who was dating y/n's best friend told me that y/n actually liked me back, and she had for a while. At first I didn't believe him, until y/n texted me to meet up at the stargazing hill we always went to and told me she liked me.
After that, we started dating. I started my Twitch and YouTube around then, and started blowing up very quickly. Y/n was always there to support me and what I wanted to do, and I was eventually invited to the Dream SMP, which also quickly raised my following and reputation even more. When I got an invitation from Toby and Tommy to meet them in the UK, Y/n also came with me. She's always been at my side, streamer or not.
present day
"'Just Talking streams never end well'? Damn, you guys are mean!" I said, laughing and flipping off the camera.
I spinned my chair slightly to the left, focusing my eyes on the other monitor that showed StreamLabs and the chat. I scanned my eyes over the chat, and a few messages caught my eye.
user4531: hi everyone!
user78787877: y/n could do better tbh
ranboofan69: @user78787877 frrr she deserves more than ranboo
rainbow4eva: i love your shirt!
socoolfan: @ranboofan69 yeah i could get y/n SO EASY bro
I sighed loudly enough for the microphone to pick up. I looked back over to chat and saw moderators turn off chat to send a warning message and put it chat onto "emotes only" mode.
I laughed. "The fact some of you guys are so confident in stealing y/n from me is actually very funny." I stared into the webcam. "Y/n is my girl, nor does she even want any of you all."
Let's just say y/nboo and that clip was trending on Twitter for a little while.
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Bullet To The Heart~ J.Q
@its-quinns-bread asked:
Hey princessâ¨
First of all, i really love your work. You're my favorite writer tbh, your angsts are craazyđŠ
Got a request, if u still writing stories.
I know it's a bit weird and out of the usual actor vibe but i really want to read something like that. It's okay if u don't want to write it
Joseph Quinn, as the smartest shooter in the world, working for the most famous Gang in London. All he get is just the name of the victims(bad guys) and he find informations himself in a second, using only a bullet (right on the head) to kill em. The reader is the next victim as she's blamed for something she didn't do. That's till he sees her. Feeling like "love at first sight" Joseph refuses to kill the reader, trying to find a way to hide her so his boss won't search for her. They get closer.
You can add Jamie as his best friend and helper. When he finds out the reader is his boss' biggest enemy's sister(Dacre Montgomerys) everything make sense. His boss just want to hurt Dacre by killing his sister bc of past misunderstandings.
Having a characters death (maybe Jamie's?) Would make it sad also.
You can make the story as how u want and end it also as how u want. Just gave an idea for a fic~
Mention of Death, Angst
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Author's Note : Thank you so much lovely. Not me crying over here as I start this. I really like this ideas and I am going to roll with it.
" Asshole" he pulled his arms to swing his knife at him.
As the blade came towards him, he stepped closer to his body, so when he turned his right shoulder brushed against his chest. Using his opened hands, he strucked him upper and lower arm. The combination of his strike and the swing made the knife his hand, clutter to the ground.
Grabbing his arm, twisting until the heel of his hand pointed towards the ceiling. Then he put his right shoulder under his elbow and yank his hand down. With a crack, his arm broke causing him to hiss in pain.
" You're fucking dead!" he creamed.
Spinning around to face him, he chuckled bringing his fist back and colliding twice with his face, mainly his nose. Blood began to gush. While he tried to grip his nose and look at the blood, he kicked him in the knee caps. Mason tumbled to the ground.
Joe chuckled as he stared down at Mason, helpless.
" Funny, I'm not." Joe kicked him in the ribs. He knelt down to feel a pulse on Mason's wrist. He was meant by a strong pulse.
Mason winced, clutching his arm, " You little-"
Joe sighed to himself, colliding his fist against Mason's face, standing up taking a handkerchief from the pocket of his pants as he wiped his hands of any blood. Joe would usually bring a gun to handle guys like Mason Dye but he knew better, he didn't want to start a war with his enemy.
That could wait. Everyone knew who he was by one glance in his direction. He was dangerous and he's the smartest shooters in London. His assignments are simply to kill the victims that are assigned to him, no messes left behind, and no remorse to any of those that even beg him.
He makes his way out of the building leaving that mess for the Montgomery gang to find. It was a message to the leader of the Montgomery gang, that he was watching them and he was ready if Dacre, would strike.
He left Mason Dye alive, broken but alive.
Heads turn when he walks through the familiar bar of London, one he knows his best friend runs and spots him in a blink of an eye. Jamie is serving customers behind the bar like usually but he's also known best for selling guns and the bullets you need. Jamie was chatting with a nice couple with Joe walked up to him with one elbow on the bar.
" Well, Well, Well look who the wind brought, the smartest shooter in London and the best" Joe rolled his eyes, with a small smile on his face. He knew Jamie was only boosting his ego and playing with him like that. " If it isn't my best friend, what can I do for you?"
Joe took out the gun from behind his back placing it on top of the bar. Jamie's hands falls on top of it sliding it below and out of vision as he eyes it.
" Not too bad, where did you get it?" Joe snorted remembering how he left Mason lying with his nose broken in the building. " Don't tell me you took it off one of those nobody's off the street that look at you with one glance and they are a goner."
Joe smirked, " Mason Dye."
Jamie's eyes got wide as he leaned closer to Joe's ear, " Are you kidding me?" Joe shook his head with a serious look on his face. " He was sent to hunt, hunt for me... I know it.."
Jamie sighed pulling back as he turns around putting the gun in of the cabinets.
" You have to be more careful around like that, who knows what or who Montgomery will send out next?" Joe's hand balled into a fist.
" He can send as many as he likes, you know they will be dead the moment they stepped foot in my sight" Jamie smirked knowing fully what Joe was capable. Joe could end someone's life with just one bullet to the head.
Joe didn't care for his victims, nor he cared for their names or their families. He did the job as he was told and went on his day. The only people he cared about was Jamie, Keery and Maya that were part of his gang. Anyone else was not in his books.
A hand places on top of Joe's shoulder catching him off guard. Joe senses picked up as he grabbed the arm twisting it around and slamming the person's head on top of the bar with his other hand on it. The person winced harshly, " It's me, Joe."
Joe's eyes turned from blaze of fury to softer shade of brown as he released Keery from his old. Keery stood up, rubbing his head while Joe adjust his jacket tapping it with his open hand as he apologized. Maya couldn't help but snickered at what just happened.
" Yeah, Yeah, laughs it up" Keery waved her off as he turned to Joe, " Geez you could of pulled all my hair off, thanks" Joe shrugged as he took the drink that Jamie had slide over to him.
" You'll live" Joe turns his head to Maya.
" You have something for me?" She nodded, taking out an envelope from her back pocket and handing it over to him. He grabs the yellow envelope that holds a picture of his next victim.
" Did you hear that Joe happened to bump into our dear old pal Mason?" Jamie folded his arms and places on top of the bar as he leans in a hush tone, looking around that no one would hear him. This side of the town wasn't Montgomery's territory. They weren't allowed on this side of town.
Keery and Maya both looked at Joe with worry, " you want us to scout around and see if we find anyone else that doesn't belong here?" Joe shook his head taking a cigarette from his pocket with a lighter. He places the envelop in between his armpit raising one hand to cover the flame as he lights the cigarette.
" There's no need, I've handled it" Keery nods.
" How about a drink before dear Joseph runs to do his job?"
" Sounds good" Maya says. " Do you need us to come?" She asks.
" I've got it, Maya. You stay here and enjoy yourself with Keery" he pats Keery on the shoulder with the edge of the cigarette hanging from his lips.
" But what-" Joe put his hand up as he shakes his head.
" If I needed your help, I would of asked " Jamie pursed his lips taking one of the guns that Joe likes, with two boxes of bullets just to be safe as he slide them over.
" A gift" Jamie smirks. Joe looks around to see if anyone was watching him and takes the items off the bar putting them into his pocket shielding them with his jacket. He feels the crips of the envelope in between his fingers as he eyes it.
He felt this one was special.
-
Joe eyes the picture in his hands as he stands across the street, leaning against the brick wall and looks up in time to see you walking across the street with a bag in your hands. You had gone shopping in the opposite side of town, it was forbidden for you to walk those streets but you weren't going to be cooped up in that home.
" It's not a good idea for you to walk those streets" Liv reminded you as she places a hand on top of your arm. Her face shown with worry while you huffed the piece of hair in front of your face.
" Don't tell me you want me to be copped up in here like some chicken or something" she chuckled for a bit but shook her head.
" You deserve to do what you want, but you know those street aren't safe. What would he say?" you rolled your eyes at the mention of your brother. Dacre. Dacre Montgomery. He was the second biggest gang leaders in London, killing anyone that do his family harm and betrayed him.
Both Joseph and Dacre had higher ups to speak for and the higher ups disposed each other to the bone. There was once where the Montgomery gang and the Quinn gang were at peace, it was one misunderstanding between one another that led to the downfall.
" He would say nothing, I'm a grown woman that can handle herself" the door opened and your brother stepped in with following by Chester, one of his right hand man.
" My love" Liv stands up from her seat as she makes her way over to him. The two share a small kiss as he turns to you, with Liv's arm wrapped around his elbow. You scoff at the sight of your brother fully aware what he was going to say. You looked away not bothering to hear his nonsense this time.
" You can't be mad at me for a long time" he says stepping closer releasing from Liv's hold as he rounds to the seat in front of you and sits down. He takes a hold of your hand in his and places his other hand on top of yours. His rings shine in the light as well as his necklaces hanging around his neck in between the open shirt he has on.
" It's not safe for you to go out today" he says. " I know how much you enjoy the weather and hear the laughter of children running around in the streets. I know you want to go out like you used to, but things have changed and you must stay here. For your safety" you slipped your hand from under his as you stood up.
" I'm capable of handling myself, I'm a Montgomery for crying out loud" you shouted waving your hands around. " It's not fair that Liv gets to go out and I have to sit here and wait for your orders" Dacre sighed as he stood up.
" You will stay here and that's an order. I'm only doing this to protect you" the door swung open again and bruised and broken arm Mason stumbles in with his front teeth missing, his nose looks broken and bloodied. He looks like he's in a lot of pain as he stumbles into Chester.
Chester takes a hold of him as he looks worried at his friend. Dacre's jaw clenched at the sight of his friend, " Who did this?" he asked. Mason winced grabbing his side. You hurried towards Mason other's side as you helped Chester bring him to the couch. Mason settles down with a wince and a hiss as he slouches on the couch.
Dacre looks up at Chester, nodding his head to get Myles and Clayton as an order to go out looking for whoever did this to Mason.
" I will end anyone that did this to you" Dacre swore and points to you, " Stay inside, listen for once" he hisses storming out leaving a groaning Mason the couch while Liv stands off to the side.
" He's going to be really angry, but I can deal with him. You should go. You've been in this room for three days" you nodded and mouthed a thank you. Mason was about to protest but Liv smacked the back of his head in silence.
You ran out the door getting the things you needed and headed out the door. Sunshine was calling your name.
-
Joe continues to watch you walk down the streets and one of his hands is on the gun on the side of his pants, beneath his coat as he follows you down the street. You were his next victim and he was going to finish the job no matter the circumstances. You stopped for a moment and looked at your surroundings as if feeling something was off. Joe had stopped and hide behind one of the cars parked on the side walk. Just in case you turned around and spotted him.
You continued to walk hearing children run past you with a plane in their hands. As your boots hits the pavement, another pair of shoes hit the pavement and you have been hearing it for quite some time. You turn the corner into an alleyway when you turned around to face who had the audacity to follow you.
You thought your brother sent one of his goons to follow you but you face to face with another face. A face that the part of town you were in knew very well. His curls were messier than ever, his brown eyes stared down hard at you and he didn't have nor a smile or a frown on his face.
His hand itched for a gun but he stopped in his tracks as his eyes grew wide at the sight of you. You were beautiful. He watched your face turned from shock to surprise as you stood in front of him. His mouth was a jar.
" What?" you asked, suddenly breaking him out of his thoughts. " I'm sorry, what?" He scrunched up his eyebrows as he took sight of you. The way your hair was flowing in the wind, the way your eyes held surprise in them and amusement, the way you had that small smile on your face and the way you were waiting for him.
" Well..." you titled your head to the side. He swallows the lump in his throat at the sudden stop. He never stopped to kill his victims. But this, you.. this was different. His heart raced at the thought of having you in his arms and feeling what you were like against him.
" Your not afraid?" he asked. You snorted, shaking your head. You weren't going to tell him who you were, it's less information he needed to know.
" I don't have anything to be afraid of, certainly not of a man that has a gun ready to point at me" Joe pulled his hands away from his gun as he stood up straighter.
" Do you know who I am?" he asked, it came to him sudden surprise that you were not afraid of him. He knew it meant two things either you were ready to die as you came to face to face with your chances or that you came from a family, a family that was familiar with these type of situations.
" I do, the famous most smartest ruthless shooters on this side of town" He nods.
" What's my name, darling?" he licks his lips. His heart begged you to call his name out. He wanted to know how it sounded out of you.
" Joseph Quinn" he had to hold himself back on how good his name falls from your mouth. If he could show you how he felt, his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his heart melted on the spot.
But, he can't. He can't care. Not for you.
" You did have a job to do, no?" you asked. " To kill me?" his lips grow in a thin line as he nods taking out the photo of your from the back pocket of his pants and unfolding it. It was a picture of you, outside on the balcony having tea.
" Huh? What is stopping you?" you took the chance and stepping closer to him. You can smell the hint of cigarettes, gun powder and mint off of him.
Suddenly you heard the familiar voices and grab the lapel of his jacket pulling him to the side of the building as a car drives past. Joe's breath hitches seeing how close you were to him. His eyes grow wide as your lips were inches away from him. Your head was peeking out to see if anyone had spotted you two and when you saw that no one did, your head turned just in time your own breath to hitch.
Joe couldn't help it. He had to keep you safe and have you to himself. When you turned to grab your bag from the floor, a hand wraps around your mouth while he pulls you back, whispering into your ear to be quiet. The next thing you knew, things grew black as you went limp in Joe's arms. He lowers you onto the ground into his lap looking over your features.
God, you were beautiful.
He had called two people he trusted besides Jamie to help.
" Are you out of your mind?" Keery asks waving his hands over at your laying body on the ground. " We can't bring her back to the house"
" Why not?" Maya gasped as he flicked him in the forehead. He scrunched up his nose rubbing on the spot. " You were suppose to kill her, our boss will kill us first then you."
Joe shook his head, " He won't and I will not let that happen"
" It's your funeral' Keery says as he helps him carry you to the car while Maya was on the look out.
-
Dacre rubbed a hand down his face as he angrily stared at his men, his jaw twitched as there was fire in his eyes. How could you be missing?
" I specifically told her not to go, and now she's gone..." he eyes Liv who scurries away behind Chester. " Liv, did you tell my sister that she was allowed to go? At a time like this? Have you seen the state of Mason?" she nods and mumbles she's sorry.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and lowers his hand.
" You find her and you bring her here, do you understand me?' Chester nods as he begs the rest of follow him. Mason stood up as he was about to follow Chester out the door when Dacre puts his hand on his chest to stop him.
" Not you, Mason. You're still healing" Mason huffed.
" I want to help" he says. " I need my gun and bullets, I'll be okay. This" he motions to himself, " It's only a scratch"
Dacre chuckled, " you can barley walk. Take another day off and that's an order" Mason huffed as he looked towards Liv who looked away. She knew better than to go against her boyfriend right now.
He walked away with one more glance at Dacre to see if he would change his mind. He didn't.
" Babe" Liv called out to her boyfriend who had his hands in his pockets of his pants as he stared at the flowers on the table. " I'm sorry, I've only wanted the best for her."
" And look where that's got her" he says, looking at her. It was a cold and distant look. He didn't meant to be cold towards his girlfriend but right now you were more concern on his mind. His baby sister.
He made a promise to always look out for you.
" How can I make you feel better?" she asks, making her way to him running her hands up his arms, squeezing at his shoulders massaging them in hopes he would relax more. He was stiff as a stick on the ground.
He shrugged off her touch and walked out the room leaving Liv in brim of her tears as she walked to the window, looking out in hopes you were okay.
-
Your fingers dragged over the books on the bookshelf brushing over the titles with golden lettering. Joe was pouring a drink in two glasses, peeking on the side spying the poison he had just in case he needed. He glanced at you and a sudden feeling of calmness passes over him at the sight of your back.
You can feel his stare on your back as you walked through his apartment stopping on a picture.
" Who's this?" you asked, turning to point a finger at the photo and look at Joe for answers. He picked up both glasses with his hands making his way towards you, handing one to you.
" Thank you" you took one from his hand while looking back at the picture. It was Joe one arm wrapped around the person's shoulders. The other had his arm wrapped around Joe, he had blonde dirty hair, short, had pretty eyes, smile on his face as he looked at the camera.
" That's Jamie" Joe felt like he could only tell you Jamie's name. He didn't know you all to well for all he knew you could be playing him and this was all a game to you. But again, he felt that calm passing through him when you look at him.
" What does he do?"
" He's a bartender" Joe says, " the best in town" he adds. You nod, tapping one finger against the glass.
" Have you known him long?" Joe nods.
" We're very good friends and one of the few that I trust" he says, downing his glass. Your eyes move next to the next photo he has on the wall. It was Joe with two others, one was a guy and the other was a girl. She was really pretty.
" Who are they?" He scrunched up his nose, chuckling.
" You're very nosey" he says.
" Oh sorry, just trying to figure you out" he hummed as he took his glass back to his kitchen and poured himself another drink. You watched his hands hold the bottle with one hand while the other held onto the glass. You wondered how his fingers would feel on your skin.
" Those two are my friends too, Joe Keery. But we call him Keery, because then whoever calls us will get us confused and the other is Maya. They handle things when I need some help" he turns to look at you while you continue to pace his apartment stopping to sit on his couch.
" Do you have anymore?" He arches his eyebrows in questions, " you know. People you trust" you motion with your hand. He leans his back against the kitchen counters with the glass in his hands.
" Not many" he decided to answer, as a safe answer for now.
" Do you?" he asks turning the tables on you. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. " You can say that" you weren't telling him half the truth, Liv and some of the other girls around the other side of town were some of your friends. There was also your brother's men who were you friends too.
" So what's your name mysterious pretty girl?" he set his glass down near the kitchen sink as he cautiously approaches you. There is a part of him that wants to know you but yet it's holding back because he doesn't trust anyone really. He's a man that can kill anyone with one bullet in the head.
You eyed him, " You're going to hate me once I tell you who I am and who my brother is.." he tilts his head in confusion not really understanding where you were going yet.
" I'm sure we can get pass it" he says standing a few feet away from you. You sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself, ready to walk out the door if needed as you stood up.
" Look, I don't think you want to know" you move your way towards the door when a hand reached out to grip your wrist turning you around as you come face to face with Joe.
Your breath hitches once you realize how close he is to you.
" What's your name?" the grip on your wrist was a little tighter as his eyes darken to almost the shade of the color black. If you were hiding your name from him and trying to avoid this, he was going to find one way or another. It was part of his job.
" My name is not important" he sighs, jaw locked tight as he brought you closer to him. His other hand gripped your chin making you look at him.
" You don't want to play any games with my, you understand me? Do you know who I am?" at these words you rolled your eyes and pushed away from him. He released you with a little push as you stumbled back getting your footing.
" I know who you are" you mumbled, rubbing your wrist from his grip that he had on you. " My name is Y/N Montgomery" at the sound of your last name slipping through his ears, he took his gun out from the back and pointed at you.
Your eyes grew wide at the sight of it raising your hands up.
" I'm not here to kill you, my brother doesn't know you found me" Joe blinks once as he eyes you, then another as he eyes your outfit and eyes the purse on your shoulder.
" Show me your purse" he says motioning it with his gun. " What do you have inside?" he asks.
You took the purse off your shoulder and opening to reveal what you had inside. Lipstick, your wallet, a pocket knife and small bottle of your perfume with chapstick.
" The knife, give it to me" he held one of his hands out for you to place it on his hand. You didn't hesitate to give it to him, there was a feeling you felt that you could trust him. He was surprised from the way you just handed it over to him without a word.
" Montgomery, huh?" he asked, turning the knife in his hands. He can see your initials on it shining in the light.
" Yeah, Montgomery. A name I'm not very fond of" you mumbled looking at your painted nails.
" Being a sister to the second best shooter man in London isn't enough? You're a Montgomery, you have everything handed to you" you couldn't help but laugh.
" Handed to me? I have worked for every single thing in my life. You think it's so easy being a sister of Dacre Montgomery? You have no idea what it's like, always being said oh watch this Y/N, you can't handle this Y/N, you can't be trust with a gun Y/N, you should stand behind me Y/N, you should go with one of my men, you should go there, you should do this and that" you spatted with anger, " I am tired of him."
Your eyes brim with tears turning away from him.
" He's never given me my moment. He's controlling and he's never letting me do what I want. I always have to have someone with me"
" Then how did you need up alone on the other side of town? hm?" he asks.
" His girlfriend, she's such a doll. She told me to make a run for it, to capture some sunlight. I needed to get out of that house. I felt like a caged animal.." you can feel his presence get closer.
Joe still had his gun out in case you tried anything. He could hear the pain in your voice as you spoke on how your brother treated you. It was unfair and he wanted nothing but to protect you.
" You won't be anymore.." he says. You turned around with your eyebrows knitted tougher looking at him in confusion. " What are you talking about?" you wiped your nose with the back of your hand.
" Stay here, you'll be safe here" you eyed the gun in his hand and looked back up at him. " Safe? When you have that on me?" you motioned with your hands towards the gun.
He lifted up showing you that the safety was on and that he wasn't going to really use it on you unless he had a reason.
" Why do you sense to trust me?" you asked.
" Because you're different, even as a Montgomery. You seem different, I like different. You're too beautiful to be locked in a house, your bother will get what's coming to him"
" What are you going to do?"
He sent you a small smile with a shook of his head, " Don't worry about that."
-
The door the bar opened, the noise has stopped as all eyes fell on who stood there. Chester stood there with the other men behind him as he looked around with a gun in his hands. Jamie stood behind the bar, with one hand on the gun he had hidden underneath the bar.
" Now can anyone tell me if they seen a pretty girl that came in that didn't look like she belonged here?" Chester asked stepping down a few steps as he looked around.
" Pretty busy in here, what is everyone drinking tonight?" he walked up to a couple and took a glass, downing it in on go and threw the glass somewhere where it crashed. Jamie growled at the action, gripping the gun tight.
" Have you seen the girl? Maybe she came through here?" Chester asks describing you to the woman he wrapped an arm around and pointed the gun to her chest. " I need a yes or no" the woman only whimpered reaching for her husband in fear. Chester tsk as he pointed the gun at her husband.
" I asked you a question" he says, " I will start shooting if I don't get answers!" he yelled in anger. Jamie had enough of this as he spoke up.
" You aren't welcomed here" he says bringing the attention of Chester who turned his head at the sound of Jamie's voice. " Ah, you must be the bartender that everyone talks so highly of.. John right? Or what is Josh?" Chester asked scratching the side of his head with the gun in thought.
Jamie suppressed a fake smile, " It's Jamie."
" Potato, tomato" Chester waved the gun around as he came towards the bar. " Boys" he called to the rest as they scurried up to him. He pursed his lips looking around.
" Search every inch, I don't care what needs to be done. Find her" Jamie jaw clenched as he gripped the gun underneath a bit tighter. From the corner of his eyes he can see that Maya and Keery are in the back looking out. He shake his head no to them. He doesn't need any blood in the bar.
While they searched for you, Keery and Maya rushed to find Joe.
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" Are you going to keep the gun on the table all the time that I'm here?" you asked noticing it was still there. Joe walked out of the bedroom, most likely his as he looked at the gun on the table.
" Does it bother you?" he asks. You nodded.
" Good, don't need you to try anything on me"
" I told you that I am not like my brother" he hummed as he put on his jacket. " You might be like your brother but your a Montgomery. You never trust a Montgomery."
" But you haven't killed me yet, what's stopping you?"
" You're too pretty to be a corpse" Joe says, but you rolled your eyes at his lack of flirting. " Gee, thank you."
" There is something about you that's different, I like it" he says with a shrug. Suddenly there is a knock on the door causing your sense to be alert.
" Expecting anyone?" he shook his head as he took the gun off the table and slowly made his way to the door. Banging against the door was hard and shouting of voices.
" It's us, Joe! Red Alert!" Joe put the gun down as he opened the door as two people rushed inside, almost falling on top of each other. You noticed them from the photos hanging on the walls.
" What is it?" Joe asked. The other two have yet to notice that you were in the room with them. The both of them started to talk on top of one another shouting what was going on.
" Hey!" Joe shouted. " I don't understand what you both said, speak slower and one at a time" Kerry began to tell Joe about how Chester with his men walked into the bar demanding where a girl was and no one had any idea of who she was.
That's when Maya noticed your presence in the room, " Joe tell me you didn't" she says making her way over to you and circles around you. " She's the girl they are looking for.." Keery turned his attention towards you that was standing playing with your fingers.
" Joe! Chester has his gun down there pointing at everyone including Jamie.."
" Jamie can take care of himself, he's a big boy" Joe says, there was price of fear inside of him. " We need to tell them she's here"
" I am not going back" you said, " over my dead body they will take me back to my brother."
" Who's your brother?" Keery asked. Joe put a hand to stop you from talking when you uttered out who your brother was. Maya and Keery's eyes got wide at his name.
" Joe!" they both yelled.
" Let me handle this" Joe says as he walks into his kitchen, getting another gun out as he steps out. " You're going to stay here" he says, putting the gun in your hand that previously laid on the table.
You were about to protest when he sent you a glare. If he thought you were staying here and being in the room like you were when you were living with your brother, then he had another thing coming.
"Stay. Here." Joe said those words one more time as he headed out with Maya and Keery hot on his trails.
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Chester and the rest of the boys were flipping tables, throwing glasses and moving people around.
" No one moves or leaves until we find the girl" Chester says.
" You can't keep us here!" a man shouted as he rose to stand up, but Chester knocked him back down with a clog of his gun. " Sit down, grandpa."
The group that was with him, held him back as he fell into one of their laps. " These are my customers, you can't keep doing this" Jamie spatted as he sent a glare towards Chester.
" And who's going to stop us? Hm? You?" he snickered. " There is one of you and 5 of us"
" You forgot to count us" Maya's voice spoke out as she stepped out with Keery and Joe by her side. Chester clasped a hand over his mouth dramatically as he gasped, " Oh look it's the three musketeers. What am I going to do?" he wined.
Joe growled, " Leave them out of it."
Chester pointed his gun towards Joe, " Well look here-" he didn't get to finish his sentence as Joe shot him in the shoulder, bullet went straight through. Chester screamed as he gripped his shoulder and cursed to himself. All the noise stopped and the focus was on him.
" Why you little-" Chester didn't finish his sentence because Joe shot his other shoulder. Chest screamed again as he gripped both his shoulders on the ground in pain.
" You're going to regret this!" he shouted through the pain. " Help me up! We gotta tell Dacre" he says as the boys help him off of his feet and carry him out of the bar.
" This isn't over" Jamie shouted.
" Not by a long shot" Joe says lowering his gun.
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You were startled when the door opened and slammed shut as Joe stormed into the apartment.
" Did anyone get hurt?" was the first thing you asked. Joe stopped in his tracks as he turns to face you. " I told you I would handle it, no. No one did. But they were so close, you have to tell your brother to stop snooping for you otherwise someone will die and it won't be pretty."
" I am not going to call my brother, I have nothing to say to him" you shook your head with your arms across your chest with a huff.
" Call him" he says through his gritted teeth. " This side of town is my home, and I am not going to let anyone get hurt because of someone-"
" Someone like what? Huh? A Montgomery?"
" Someone like a pretty thing like you" he finishes catching you off guard. Your cheeks turned pink as you looked away from him.
" Don't hide from me" he brings your face back that he could see you, " You'e even prettier like this" He pokes one of your cheeks, the blush that you had darken. " Look at you, so pretty"
" You're pretty too, you know" you mumble out, loud enough for him to hear. He pauses at what you had told him and his own cheeks hint with redness.
" Thanks" he says pulling his hand away. He was about to walk away to his bedroom when your hand shoot up and stops him. He glances down at you in silence. " Stay with me for a bit" Joe was about to protest when something in your eyes caught him off guard as he sat down on the couch with you.
He ended up staying the whole night, falling asleep in your lap. In the middle of night he woke up and carried you to his bed where he thought you were more comfier. He took off your shoes for you and set them by the bed while he changed into something more comfortable as he settled in bed right next to you on his side.
When morning came, you rolled on your side to meet with the face of sleeping Joe. He looked so peaceful, sleeping with his chest rising up and down. Some strand of curls fell onto his forehead, his eyelashes were kissing his cheeks as he slept, and his lips looked so soft and kissable. They were right there for your taking.
" Stop looking at me" you heard the sound of his voice bring you out of your thoughts. A hint of red appears on your cheeks as you looked away and turning on your back to stare at the ceiling. Joe opened his eyes watching you look at his ceiling rather than his face.
" The ceiling isn't much interesting either"
" Then what am I suppose to look at?" you asked. When he didn't answer you, you turned to look at him him noticing he was already looking at you. " What?" his hand reached out to brush away a strand of your hair behind your cheek causing a hint of red appear on your cheeks.
" You're beautiful" he says.
" So are you" you tell him. He rolls his eyes as he sits up in bed rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms out. He stood up from the bed and you noticed he was only in a pair of boxers, eyeing the happy trail that you wanted to brush your fingers through, he caught you red handed as he spoke up.
" You like what you see?" you looked away, covering your face with the covers while Joe laughed as he walked into the bathroom. Today was going to be long day.
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Joe was busy in conversation with Jamie when the door to the bar opened and everyone's eyes got wide who stood there. He wore a nice suit with his hair done nicely. His blue eyes were darker than they usually wore. Accompanying his side was Liv as she hung on his arms looking around for any sign of you. Her heart raced knowing what was about to happen.
" You shouldn't be here" a voice spoke out catching Dacre' attention as he came face to face with his enemy. " Joseph Quinn" he says like the name tasted bitter on his tongue.
" Dacre Montgomery" Joe reponse back to him, " Like I said, you shouldn't be here. You don't belong here.." he adds.
" I don't, but it came to my attention that my sister was spotted on this side of town. Care to share where and with whom?" Dacre asked. He took a few steps down.
" She's not here" Joe says.
" She never was" Jamie says as he walks around the bar. He stood next to Joe. " I suggest you get out of my bar" Jamie spats, pointing to the door.
Dacre laughs, " You are so funny, bartender. I don't believe I was talking to you."
" My name is Jamie and you best be on your way" Dacre titled his head to the side. You were peeking behind the bar counter at your brother. He looked really angry and very displeased to be here.
" I don't care what your name is, you don't answer to me. I asked Quinn over here.." Joe shook his head.
" She was never here like Jamie said" Dacre tsked as he reached his hand out for one of his men. One of his men handed him a gun.
" I am going to count to three, and if I don't get the answer I am looking for then I will start shooting. Do I make myself clear?" Keery and Maya got their guns ready if anything and Joe had his hand reach for his gun.
"One..." Dacre started as he eyed the room wanting to spot you himself. You were in big trouble and he knows you know it.
When no one said anything he went to count to two.
" You're not making things easier on you, Quinn"
" She's not here" Joe says through gritted teeth, " Leave!" he adds.
" Three" Dacre counted pointing a gun at Jamie, Joe couldn't eve react as a bullet went straight for Jamie and shooting him in the heart. Jamie stumbled back as gripped his chest. Joe catches him as Jamie falls to the ground. Everyone in the bar is screaming and running out while Dacre says, " I warned you!."
Joe doesn't pay attention to anything that Dacre is saying as he holds Jamie. Blood is oozing from Jamie's wound. Jamie is trying to say words out but blood is spluttering from his mouth. Joe's eyes brim with tears as he shakes his head.
" Don't leave me, you can't do this" he tells Jamie. Jamie only could weakly smile at him and raise his hand towards Joe but before he could touch Joe's cheek, the hand falls and Jamie eyes stare straight ahead. Joe grips Jamie, sobbing at him.
Keery and Maya started to shoot Dacre's crew while Dacre shield himself with Liv while looking for you. He see's the back of your head and grins.
" There you are trouble maker" he raises from his hiding spot as he shouts your name over the gun fire that is going on. Your head turns at the sound of his voice locking eyes with him. He found you.
Before Dacre can reach out to you, there is another scream and this scream alerts you and Dacre. Both your head turns at the sound of the scream watching as Liv is stumbling back gripping her chest as blood oozes her dress.
" NO!" Dacre screams as he rushes to her. He catches her as she falls into his arms. Joe takes Jamie's body and puts it over his shoulder as he rushes out of the bar while both Keery and Maya grab you and rush out of the bar hot on Joe's tail.
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Joe stands looking down at his friends' grave with dried up tears on his cheeks. He had no idea if he had anymore tears left to shed but this was unfair. He was going to have to live his life without his best friend by his side. He never thought anything could break his heart, but this, this was more harder than heart break. You weren't sure if you should come up to him or give him space. A nudge on your shoulder sends you making your way to him.
You stood by his side glancing down at the grave stone.
" I'm so sorry Joe" you tell him, your fingers brushing against his own. He lets you lace your fingers through his as his body turns towards you with his head falling on your shoulder. Your other hand comes up to run your fingers through his curls. " I'm so sorry" you mumble, " he was great-" Joe cuts you off raising his head to meet your eyes.
" He was my best friend, the first person I trusted in the whole town. How am I suppose to go on like this?" your own heart broke at the sight of Joe.
Your hands reached up to cup his face with both your hands, " You can get through this. I know you can. I'll be here if you want my help" he nods turning his head to kiss the palm of your hands. He wants you here. He really does.
" He would of loved you" Joe tells you. You softly smiled.
" I'm sure he would" Joe takes both your hands off his cheeks as he sniffles, " Will you stay?" his brown eyes stare into your eyes with hope and want.
" I will, Joe" He wraps his arms around your waist as he tugs you to him.
The both of you stayed like that for a while not knowing your brother was watching not too far ahead with a scowl on his face.
" What are we going to do about them?" Mason asked.
" Leave it" Dacre says.
Dacre took someone that Joe cared about deeply and Joe took someone that Dacre cared about deeply. An eye for an eye.
But Joe took you from Dacre too. As much as it pained Dacre to see you with his enemy, he knew you were happy and if you wanted to talk with him.
You knew where to find him.
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Memory - Bucky Barnes smut
The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink
Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting
A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullabyââs challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, Iâm going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink đ I had a blast writing it! Unbetaâed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.
Buckyâs P.O.V.
âOkay, letâs play truth or dare!â I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.
There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.
She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.
Of course, her friends didnât know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.
I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasnât even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.
Iâd accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.
Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. âAlright, letâs do this.â One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.
It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.
A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.
She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldnât like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.
âSo⌠Y/NâŚâ He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.
âYes, Simon.â He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.
He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. âJust tell us one of your kinks.â
It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.
âOh, I donât know⌠I guess.. Creampie?â Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.
It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.
âThis is no fun now that she isnât single.â A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.
âSomething funny, little one?â I knew theyâd take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldnât be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didnât, either.
âNot at all.â She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. âThanks for coming tonight.â
âOf course.â Thankfully, the game didnât last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didnât land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive âWho would you rather bang?â question.
âI think weâre gonna leave for the night,â she excused us even though I knew she wasnât really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.
We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.
âWhy do you like creampies to much?â The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didnât surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.
âDunno.â She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. âGuess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.â
The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.
âA breeding kink?â I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.
âYeah, you know.â She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. âI like the idea of being bred. Even though Iâm in no way ready to become a mother,â she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.
But I didnât. I didnât and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.
âWhy is this so weird to you?â She inquired, head tilted in amusement. âYouâre over a century old, Iâm sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.â
And I mean⌠she wasnât wrong. But I hadnât thought about that for so long, I guess it didnât occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.
âThereâs no way you donât have a breeding kink.â The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so Iâd keep her close to me, but deny it.
âYou know I canât âbreedâ anyone anymore, darling.â But she wasnât giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, âDoesnât mean you canât like the idea of it.â
Even though I didnât need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.
âThink about it, BuckâŚâ Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.
âWouldnât you want to see me round with your child?â The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.
âSee me carry your genes, continue your lineage⌠Wouldnât you want that?â Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.
And I couldnât deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didnât beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.
âAre you trying to tempt me, doll?â She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.
âIs it working?â She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure sheâd feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.
âVery well,â I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.
âSo tell me,â she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. âWould you like to breed me, James?â
A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, âYou have no idea how much Iâd like that.â
My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.
Y/Nâs P.O.V.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.
Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didnât matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.
âTell me, doll,â he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. âTell me youâd want to have my child. Youâd look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldnât you want that?â
I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought Iâd ever get to explore.
âAnswer me, little one.â His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, âI would, I would, daddy,â while pulling on his hair without even realizing.
He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.
I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, âtell daddy you want his cum inside of you.â Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.
What a mistake.
âOh, so now youâre shy?â He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. âWant daddyâs cum so much but canât be a good girl and beg for it?â
I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of âI love you, I love you,â tumbling out of my lips.
He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.
âSpread your legs for me, little oneâŚâ He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. âLet me see the mess I left there.â
I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.
âOh, you look so good like that, darling.â I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. âBut one question remains unanswered.â To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, âWhy do you like the idea of breeding so much?â
That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about meâŚ
So I admitted, âI like the idea of being yours⌠in this very scary, slightly territorial way.â At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.
âBut you are mine,â he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.
âI know I am,â I recognized. âItâs just another way Iâd like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well youâd take care of meâŚâ
Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.
My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldnât really grieve a future Iâd never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.
âIâll always take care of you.â He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasnât exactly what I meant, it was just enough. âIâm sorry that I canât ever give you children.â
The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasnât what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldnât trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.
âItâs alright, babe,â I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. âI think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial⌠and much more final.â
Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didnât need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.
âArenât you scared?â And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, âItâll be worth it.â
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Pairing: Gorou x gn!reader
Warnings: slight angst
Word count: 1,969
You heard a couple friendly knocks on your office door, eyes glancing to the clock to see it was a little past noon and you knew exactly who it was. âCome in,â you chime, putting down your pen and stretching upwards with a smile.
âHelloooooo!â You hear as the door swung open, Kazuha flaunting an envelope between his fingers. âLetter time!â
You sweep to your feet and give him grabby hands. âGive it to me!â He chuckles and places the thin paper into your hands. âTell me who it is already,â you giggle as you rip it open and slide the letter out.
âNo,â he sighs, rolling his eyes. âI keep my promises.â
You quirk and eyebrow before you fold open the letter. âEven if I bribe you with dango?â
Kazuha smiles. âEven if you bribe me with dango.â
You grunt and groan but it quickly stops when you unfold the letter, reading the contents.
Good afternoon, cupcake, it starts. You blush at the pet name. I hope your day is going as well as mine. Iâve just won the office lottery! Iâm going to ask for more snacks in the break room. That way, everyone benefits too! Specifically though, I want more sakura mochi! The ones you made for us were delicious. Share your recipe? :3
I adore you, your secret admirer.
You squeeze the letter to your chest and squeal, your face warm from blushing and your heart pounding against your chest. âOh, Kazuha, whoever this person is, I really wish theyâd come up and confess!â
Kazuha tuts and wiggles his finger. âBut then the mystery wouldnât be there anymore.â
âScrew mystery!â You squealed, gazing down at the illegible and scratchy handwriting, the mysterious stains and fur all over the page. âIâm ready to hear these words in person.â
Just then there was a knock on your door and a quick turn of the knob, one of the top brass leaning against your door frame. âGood morning, Chatty Cathyâs,â sang a familiar voice and ear twitches.
You wave while Kazuha bows, hiding the letter behind your back. âGood morning, General Gorou.â
The tail behind his back wagged discreetly as the two men share a knowing glance. âKazuha,â the general clears his throat. âMay I speak with you?â
The samurai nods his head and gives you a little wave as he walks out the door. âBye boys!â You sing, tucking the letter back into the envelope and putting it away.
The next day, as routine, a little past noon you heard three friendly knocks on your door. You excitedly put your pen down, closing your ledger and standing out of your chair and onto your feet. âKazuha,â you grinned. âCome in!â
He pushed the door open with his back, lugging a big box with some plastic sticking out from the top. âIâm just a mule to you guys arenât I?â He groaned, lifting the box up and onto your desk. âThis is ridiculous.â
You stood on your tippy toes to try and peek inside the box without being obnoxious. âWhat is it?â You hum, getting more and more restless.
âYour letter, what else?â He kind of snapped, letting out a deep sigh and rolling his eyes. âI wish heâd confess too. That way I donât have to carry these things.â
You pulled back the top of the box that was just out of your reach. âHere,â pushing your hands away, Kazuha tore the box apart to expose a giant basket full of goodies and flowers. âThe letter.â
Kazuha snapped the taped-on letter from the plastic and handed it to you. Wasting no time at all, you rip the envelope open and unfold the letter.
Dearest [Y/N], youâve pierced my heart like an arrow through a target and I simply cannot get you off my mind. I heard from the grapevine that you wish for my confession. âŚMaybe I shall do so in the near future? Itâs not that I do not want to be yours, but rather that you make me quite nervous. Still, we see each other for terribly brief moments but these moments are the most precious to me. Hopefully I can muster up the courage to finally tell you how I feel. In the meantime, please accept these treats and toys imported from across the globe. My favorite are the dog-shaped biscuits.
Your shy admirer.
Looking up from the letter you find Kazuha stuffing his face with some chocolatey cookies from within a tin box labeled âFontaine.â âAre those good?â You ask, reaching in and stealing one.
âMhm,â Kazuha hums, taking a bite out of the one in his hand. âIâve never had Fontaine chocolate. I guess the rumors about being the best were true.â
You melt under the sweet taste and crunchy texture, thinking that if your crushâs letters had a taste, it would be like this. âThis is so nice,â you sigh, eyes sparkling as they gaze upon the basket. âDo you think heâs going to confess to me?â
Kazuha stares out the windows of your office that peer into the rest of the building, watching a certain general spill water on himself and the resistance leader. He takes another bite of a cookie. âMaybe.â
You squeal in delight and spin around in joy. âMy heartâs beating so fast! I hope he does it soon or Iâll explode!â
Kazuha chuckles and playfully shoves you aside. âIf you explode, Iâm eating all of your snacks.â
âNo! Theyâre mine!â
Weeksâ almost a monthâ go by with no further letters. Kazuha stopped coming by, whether at noon or otherwise. The only knocks you got were visits from Kokomi about the budget or from other soldiers carrying reports and receipts from spending. Your heart ached at the sudden lack of contact, wondering if you had done or said something wrong.
Maybe your eagerness was intimidating and this mystery man just wanted someone to flirt with without commitment. Maybe he got bored of you. Maybe he didnât want to talk to you anymore.
Regardless, you wanted to try and spark it back up in case youâve stepped on some toes without realizing. That night when you got home, you tossed the ingredients for sakura mochi into a bowl and got to mixing.
The office ate everything you brought before lunchtime rolled around. With such great success, you had confidence that heâd reach out to you tomorrow, if not today.
But alas you were left in silence once more, leaving your heart to crumble and ache. You were quick to recover, considering you never met the guyâ let alone knew his name. But you had no time to be worrying anyway, because in a couple of days one of the squads were returning from the front lines and you needed to factor in medical costs. Apparently they took a hard hit when Sara Kujou showed up with her samurai. Kokomi was depending on you, and you didnât want to let her down.
You spend these few days really crunching the numbers, making sure that every wounded soldier would get the basic medical necessities with some left over for any miscalculations. With every i dotted and every t crossed, you stuffed your report into a fancy envelope and handed it to Kokomi. âThank you [Y/N] for your hard work under such a sudden timetable.â She thanked, tucking the envelope under her arm. âThe team should be arriving tomorrow, so I will be submitting this for review immediately.â
You bow respectfully and offer your thanks for praise. âItâs no problem at all, Her Excellency. I was given ample time to prepare the balance sheet.â You begin to turn when youâre stopped once again by her.
âBefore you go,â she smiles softly. âWould you mind helping out at the infirmary? Weâre short handed right now with the sudden intake of Delusions.â
âOf course, Her Excellency. I will be there whenever you need me.â
You werenât specialized in medics but you had helped around often enough to know the basics. And anyone could become a master at immediate medical attention after doing it so many times.
The flood of gurneys was a little disheartening to see, but you were still thankful for all that they do for the greater of the country. It must be scary being at the front lines, but everyone knew what they were signing up for.
You catch sight of Genera Gorou and Lord Kazuha chatting with Lady Kokomi before you were assigned to a batch of wounded soldiers, feeling a little bad for harboring ill feelings toward the young lord for disappearing. âYou couldâve at least told me that you were leaving,â you thought as you rinsed the injured area.
âI can take over from here,â the head medic stepped in, slipping on a new pair of gloves before getting a closer look at the soldier before you. With most of everyone patched up and recovering, the medic team was able to take control of the infirmary once again.
You wash your hands and check the clock. A little past noon. Itâs funny how at this time you wouldâve waited with bated breath for a couple of knocks. But not anymore.
You step out of the infirmary and find Kazuha and General Gorou sitting outside on the benches there. âOh, hi boys,â you say surprised.
Kazuha grabs and shakes your hand. âThank you for helping out our soldiers,â he says seriously.
âOh, itâs not that big of a deal,â you mutter. âI do this all the time.â
A calloused hand pushes Kazuhaâs away and shakes your hand firmer, harder. âNo, [Y/N],â Gorou says with a sort of oomph behind his words. âThese are my menâŚmy family. They would be suffering if not for your help.â
You look to the side uncomfortably, a little put-off by the tension in the air. âAnd thatâs whyâ!â Gorou continues, suddenly eight decibels louder. You hold eye contact with the general, his face darkening into a deep red flush, his eyes glassy and ears twitching. He squeezed your hand harder and shut his eyes. âM-My C-C-Cupcake!!! P-Please let m-me take you on a date!!!!â
Kazuha winced at the loudness of his friend, covering one of his ears but still smiling nonetheless. The people walking by stared and mumbled, but it didnât matter as you felt your heart pound against your chest. You felt your eyes well with tears as now your face flushed red, the general cautiously opening his eyes to see your trembling lips and pathetic pout. âA-Ah! [Y/N], donât cry!!â
You tug on his hand hard, pulling the man into your arms and squeezing him tight. You sobbed into his chest, hearing and feeling how frantic his heart was beating as well. âYou idiot!â You shout into his battle-worn chest. âDonât disappear without telling meâŚâ
Gorou caressed the back of your head and chewed on his lip, his tail drooping with guilt but twitching with excitement for being in your arms. âDid IâŚscare you?â He whispered tentatively, choosing his words carefully.
You pull away and wipe your eyes, Gorou watching you closely and holding tightly onto your waist. âI thought you got tired of meâŚbecause I stopped hearing from you.â Gorou frowned and cupped your face, thumbing your cheeks gently. âI even made sakura mochi and I didnâtââ
âYou made sakura mochi??!??!!! Is there any left?!?â Gorouâs jaw dropped. He let you go to turn and run to the break room, halting before running back to embrace you once more. âHeh, uhâŚâ he chuckled nervously. âIâd actuallyâŚrather hold you like thisâŚâ
You couldnât fight the smile that spread across your cheeks, flushing your body against his chest. âThatâs okay,â you giggle. âThere arenât any left.â
You had no idea that his ears could flatten sadly like that.
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sex with bin x eunwoo (m)
a/n THIS WHOLE ALBUM??? IS SO GOOD??? LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK !!!
also im so so sorry that i keep disappearing, every time I think I have a break in school, my professors keep going like sike hereâs a new assignment and group presentation đ¤Ą, but I swear Iâm still working on all the requests, itâs just a real slow progression this time đ
but thank you all so much for being really patient with me and my works, i legit wanna cry when I think about how sweet all you loves are â¤ď¸
â genre: smut
â tw: threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lovies) dom!binwoo, brat!reader, light bondage?? anal, eiffel tower, oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f and m receiving), ~choking~ bc itâs me, squirting, v-voyeurism??
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oh good fucking lord
I donât even know where to start
just the thought of getting dicked down by these two immaculate men??? at the same time??? i would sell my soul
and just binwoo are literally my biases?? im still going back and forth between them (even though I think bin is the top)
alright so how does this little thing even start
this is a non-idol au, lowkey this request is giving me frat boy vibes oops i said it
bin and eunwoo are close, theyâre best buds
they have fucked the same guy/girl before, but never at the same time
they just have the same taste in people wink wonk
sidenote: bin and eunwoo as bi kings??? so much power fuck
so you are a mutual friend
you met them both in college and have stayed friends since then
but relationships arenât for you (not yet at least)
the streets⢠are still your companion
yes you have fucked both bin and eunwoo before in college, eunwoo once when you were junior, and bin a couple times throughout senior year
you donât talk to them often, but if something comes up on your feed or a monumental event happens to any one of you, of course youâd spike up some conversation
so youâre coming back in town for a week or so, visiting old friends and family
and bin hits you up like âhey, I saw that you were in town! we should get some dinner and catch up!â
and you were not about to say no to that, bin was a good part of your college years! it would be nice to hang out with him again
alright you werenât expecting to get action from this dinner â it popped in your mind, yes, but it wasnât the ulterior motive
but did you try to dress up a little to impress moon bin?? maybe so
and shit, when he showed up to the restaurant looking like a whole ass man??Â
like did his biceps look more appetizing than the food you were being served? a little bit
conversation was exchanged very easily, you and bin were always a bit flirty with each other, ever since college, but you both knew it never meant anything beyond sex
and so when he asked if you were dating anyone, you knew this was the invitation, and were you going to accept it?? 100%, you havenât had sex in a while because of your job
and so you find yourself back in binâs apartment
bin: hm? I guess eunwooâs not home from work yet
you: eunwoo? as in cha eunwoo? you guys still live together?
bin: yeah, we like living together, rent was cheaper that way, and this place is equidistant from both of our work places...is that a problem??
you: no, I mean it makes sense, just...what if eunwoo comes back while weâre in the middle of fucking...wouldnât that be weird?
bin shrugging: youâve had sex with eunwoo in college too, and itâs not like he hasnât seen me naked before either. who knows he might even wanna join?
he said that as a joke alright
but as soon as he mentioned it, your eyes dilated a bit
bin noticed immediately and he caged you against the wall, a little smirk playing on his lips
bin: you seem to like that idea, y/n. hm? you wanna get fucked by both me and eunwoo? didnât know you were into threesomes
your cheeks are flushing, you felt seen: would you feel weird if he joined? you guys are friends and roommates
bin shaking his head: me and eunwoo have talked about it before, and honestly this seems like the perfect opportunity. weâre all friends here.
you being nervous a little bit bc a threesome?? with both bin and eunwoo?? those two 6 foot attractive men??
you tried a threesome before bc you were curious, but it wasnât the best hookup experience
you: should we...? wait for him??
your cheeks are flushed a little, like how were you supposed to go about this
bin smiles bc you look a bit cute right now being all shy and he just pinches your cheek
bin: you got cuter since we graduated y/n
you: shut the fuck up bin, donât make me tie you up again
bin smirks and his hand moves from your cheek to fully grasp at your neck, he squeezes your throat as he pushes you so that your back collided with the wall: baby, if anyoneâs getting tied up tonight, itâs gonna be you
and god if you werenât horny before, you definitely are now, especially with the way bin was cutting off your airflow??? your head was spinning in the best kind of way
bin slotting his thigh in between your legs as he just crashes his lips onto yours
and heâs still choking you when he literally shoves his tongue down your throat, you have to grab onto his broad shoulders just to steady yourself
making out with bin is so hot
he picks you up by your ass and you wrap your legs around his waist, you both are still making out as he leads you to the couch
youâre straddling him oh lord have mercy
you in between kisses: why donât we go to your room? what, is it messy?
you moan as he spanks your ass at the quip: weâre gonna need to do something about that smart mouth of yours baby...and weâre here to give eunwoo a little show when he comes home. Why, you need a bed? pillow princess? last time I remember, you were fine getting fucked in the maintenance room.
you two go back to kissing, binâs hands were gripping at your waist now, lifting up the bottom of your shirt so that you could take it off
never in your life have you been so happy to wear a skirt, you could feel the outline of his bulge against your underwear, the fabric of his jeans giving you just enough friction
and when you start grinding on him, he grunts into your mouth and bites on your lower lip
and fuck when bin removes his shirt? he was always built in college but the definition of his muscles now?? you were literally drooling
you: holy shit bin, isnât your job in business? where do you find the time to workout?
heâs kissing your neck now: you can always find time to workout y/n, just make it part of your daily routine
exercise evangelist moonbinâ˘
youâre tilting your head to the side giving him more access, binâs sucking hickeys into your neck and it just feels so good
your neckâs a sensitive spot, if you couldnât tell
and bin knows that so heâs paying extra attention to your neck, you donât even notice when his hands go around your torso to unclasp your bra
the two of you are literally just topless on his couch, making out and feeling each other up, when lo and behold, eunwoo comes home
his eyes go wide and he immediately covers his face: jesus christ bin, go to your fucking room
bin starts laughing, you know his laugh where his eyes literally crinkle and he smiles so wide and his laugh increases in pitch, that one
you canât help but laugh too, you thought you would be embarrassed, but this is a bit funny
you: you donât have to cover your eyes eunwoo, itâs not like you havenât seen any of this before
eunwoo: oh shit, hey y/n, didnât know you were coming over?? well...uh if you guys arenât gonna go to binâs room, Iâm going to mine and just let me know when youâre done
bin: you sure you wanna go to your room? y/n wants you to join us
eunwooâs blushing a little bit (heâs not covering his face anymore) when you two meet eyes: are you sure y/n?
you get a bit shy again bc shit, eunwoo in a suit coming from work with silver-blue hair? sexy
you: yeah...if you want to, me and bin are cool with it.
binâs back to kissing your neck as you basically watch eunwoo remove his jacket and tie
and oof him unbuttoning his dress shirt? yâall heâs a tease, they both are
bin: letâs take this back to my room
eunwoo: we can go to mine, itâs cleaner and my bedâs bigger
you: i knew it
bin bites your shoulder and you let out a mix between a yelp of pain and a moan
bin: eunwoo get your ropes, we need to teach y/n a lesson on being bratty
eunwoo chuckling as he leads the way to his bedroom
bin already made himself comfortable on eunwooâs bed, and youâre standing to the side making conversation as eunwoo looks through his closet for the ropes lol
as soon as eunwoo finds it, thereâs a dark change in his eyes and he smirks at you: why donât you join binnie on the bed, y/n?
your stomach turns in excitement, eunwoo tosses the ropes to bin and he puts a hand on your back as he leads you to his bed, and before you could get on by yourself, eunwoo just tugs your skirt down making you gasp
you lie down and bin grins as he binds your wrists to eunwooâs headboard, usually you would put up a little fight when you get tied up, but you just stayed silent, you were anticipating what would happen next
bin: youâre being oddly obedient y/n
youâre a brat okay, but in the past when you and bin used to hook up, your brattiness increased by like 100%, like youâre extra bratty with bin for some reason
~it is what it is~
maybe itâs because eunwooâs here too that your bratty side has suppressed a bit
bin and eunwoo both start removing all their clothes and youâre like shit eunwooâs built too
bin settles in between your legs and eunwoo leans in and starts kissing you
and mmm eunwooâs good at making out like he legit be taking your breath away and then you start feeling bin take off your soaked panties and he just goes right in
you literally moan into eunwooâs mouth and your hands are straining against the ropes bc you just want to hold onto something !!
eunwoo feeling up your breasts and tweaking your nipples while bin is sucking on your clit and probing his tongue in and out your entrance??? euphoric
youâre literally feeling so many sensations right now and itâs just foreplay woo
and then the edging starts
bin??? hella good at eating out, oof what that mouth do
and with the added stimulation from eunwoo kissing your neck and pulling at your nips, youâre reaching your orgasm faster than anticipated
and suddenly theyâre both off you
you: what the fuck?
youâre like gasping and glaring at the both of them and they just give you smug looks
bin: I donât know if you deserve to cum just yet, y/n. right, eunwoo?
eunwoo chuckling as he nods and flicks at your nipple: binnie told me that you like talking back, hmmm that wonât work with both of us here y/n
your submissiveness kicking in and youâre whining: i wonât talk back, I promise
bin: I donât know if I believe you y/n
and then they switch places and now binâs making out with you again and eunwooâs face to face with your cunt and he just shoves two fingers in your entrance and starts scissoring you
and right as youâre about to cum, they pull away again
this goes on at least two more times, youâre literally so frustrated tears are pooling in your eyes and youâre whining hard as hell, your wrists already aching from the ropesÂ
eunwoo: do you want us to untie you, y/n?
you nodding as youâre sniffling back the tears
aww they feel bad so eunwoo unties the ropes and heâs like gently rubbing at your wrists
bin wiping your tears away as he pinches at your cheek again
bin: you okay, y/n?
you: Iâm so close, please
bin: alright baby, who do you want first, hm?
you honestly didnât know, you had no preference, you just wanted to get railed
eunwoo: why not both?
your eyes go wide a little bit, your ass isnât even prepped
bin sensing your hesitation and he just puts a hand on your waist: if you donât want to--
you: no, i want to...Iâm just...my ass isnât ready...
eunwoo laughing cutely as he pats your thigh: weâll prep you baby, donât worry
you start by going on all fours, bin enters you first from behind and the groan he lets out bc youâre just so tight wowÂ
he literally has to restrain himself from just ramming into you, your walls just fit so snugly around him, his nails were digging into the skin of your waist
you open your mouth in a moan at the stretch and in that moment, eunwoo shoves his cock down your throat you literally gag
for reference, theyâre both above average, no surprise there, Iâd say both around 8 in., but binâs girthier for sure
and so binâs fucking your cunt while eunwooâs fucking your mouth
simultaneously, eunwoo tugs at your hair and bin sneaks a finger down to gather some juices from your pussy before probing at your asshole
binâs prepping you real well mmmmm
heâs literally fingering your ass while heâs pounding into you, the tip of his cock hitting so deep in your cervix
on the other hand youâre so focused on sucking eunwoo off, you take him as deep in your throat as you could, letting your jaw slack as he just thrusted in your mouth
and also the vibrations of your moans around his cock every time bin hits deep in you???
eunwoo swears he almost busts a nut when your hands reach up to play with his balls
heâs panting as he pulls your mouth off his cock: I need to be inside you before I cum
and then heâs lying down on his back and you start to ride eunwoo, and then bin lines his cock up at your other hole and you start to tense
eunwoo bringing you into a kiss to try and distract you from the pain your assholeâs about to feel
and you start hissing as bin starts to push in, youâre clenching so hard around eunwoo and tugging tightly at the ends of his hair
eunwoo starts making circles on your clit so that you could relax a bit to make it easier for bin to enter your back hole
and then the three of you just stay still for a bit when bin finally bottoms out, youâre still trying to get used to feeling stuffed full, you havenât been fucked in so long and now youâre getting railed by two cocks??
the two of them are both saying sweet things to calm you down and distract you from the pain
and itâs cute, you know from your respective past hookup experiences with them that theyâre really good at sensing discomfort or pain and would always tend to your needs
oof baby but as soon as you give the okay for both of them to move
itâs like youâre taken to another dimension holy shit
they both hit so deep, you swear to god their cocks have to be touching or something, or maybe at least reaching your intestines
when people say rearrange your guts, it definitely must have been this
youâre trying to set a pace on top of eunwoo, but bin thrusting from behind literally makes your knees go weak until eunwoo just lifts his hips and takes over, matching binâs speed
and imagine this: bin pulling your hair, making your head tilt back and eunwoo just reaches up and covers your neck with his hand before he squeezes at your throat
your eyes are literally rolling into the back of your head, you have never felt this good ever in your life
your headâs spinning again, and you know all three of you are reaching the tipping point pretty soon, your stomach is churning, making you clench hard around both eunwoo and bin
eunwoo biting his lip as he groans, his grip tightening just a bit more around your neck
binâs still yanking your hair back and he starts spanking your ass, heâs moaning as well
you literally scream, throat feeling raw, as you cum, you have never orgasmed so hard before, your body was convulsing around both of them and you just collapse on top of eunwoo
youâre vision literally sees white and your ears are ringing as they both cum in you
you black out for a little bit
eunwoo and bin: o_o holy fuck
the two of them start panicking like...did they just fuck you dead?? put you in a coma??
okay but just imagine eunwoo and bin bickering with each other about what to do like
bin: do we call 119???
eunwoo: what do we say? we fucked our friend into a coma?
itâs okay because you regain consciousness soon enough and both boys let out the biggest sigh of relief
you: ...what happened?
eunwoo: you passed out for a bit there y/n
you start giggling, much to their surprise, and you try to sit up
bin: ...are you okay y/n?
you: yeah, I canât believe I blacked out because you guys fucked me so well, thatâs pretty hot not gonna lie
eunwoo goes into the kitchen real quick to get you some water and bin sits down next to you
you thank eunwoo when he hands you the glass and he sits across from you and bin
the two roommates exchange a look and just high-five each other
you roll your eyes as they just laugh at each other...ugh boys
bin teasing you: Iâve never seen you so submissive y/n
eunwoo joining in: yeah, didnât know you could squirt as well
you almost spit out the water: i-huh? no way
eunwoo: yeah, my stomach was soaked, I wiped it off when you were out
your face flushes, youâve never squirted before
bin: donât be embarrassed! it was hot, y/n, really
the three of you then just jump into a casual conversation about college, keep in mind youâre all still naked
and then you feel the cum just like in both your holes and itâs just uncomfortably sticky
you: uh...do you guys mind if I shower? my pussy feels gross right now
bin, with a glint in his eyes: I can clean that up for you, baby
before you know it, binâs eating you out again -- to be more specific, heâs literally licking the mixture of yours and eunwooâs cum from your cunt
thatâs sexy...
you make eye contact with eunwoo and heâs just smirking as he sits back and watches you two, no intention on joining yet
alright but you had no idea if you could take another round right now, the first one literally made you pass out
so after bin makes you cum again, you tap out for the night
the three of you shower -- separately -- and then regroup in the living room to just chat and chill
the two insist you sleep over for the night since itâs past midnight by now
were there also hints of a round two in the morning?? maybe
you sleep in one of eunwooâs shirts, but end up sleeping next to bin bc heâs whiny and likes cuddling
you three fuck again in the morning oops until eunwoo had to leave for work
then you and bin fuck again afterwards
happy threesome
happy comeback :)
4-5-21
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Rainy days with their s/o
ft. Yuma and Subaru
Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor.
Yuma:
Well, since he canât garden that day, heâs quite bored and out of ideas as to what to do.
Heâd be kinda grumpy about it, especially if he was planning to plant something new that day.
âMan, out of all days it has to rain today.â
âYou say that every time it rains. Itâs mother natureâs way of doing things. You canât change it.â
âTch! What does she know?!â
Heâd eventually get over the fact that he canât garden and would sit down and watch a little TV with you, however, heâs always judging everything thatâs on.
For example, if a movie or show is on and he doesnât really like it, heâll criticize the characters he finds stupid.
âThat guyâs an idiot. Thatâs not how you get a girl.â
âOh, and I suppose you know?â
âHow do you think I got you, little pig.â Heâd grin, making you hit him playfully.
On days like this, he tends to get clingy because he has nothing else to do.
Basically, without his garden heâs lost on what to do and will constantly tease and bother you throughout the day.
For example, since itâs rainy outside, you figured youâd make yourself a nice hot chocolate since it corresponded well with the weather.
However, as you were drinking it in the kitchen, he came in and decided to bother you about what you were doing.
âWhat are you drinking, little pig?â
âA hot chocolate.â Youâd smile.
âOh good, maybe youâll gain a little and itâll go where I want it most.â Heâd grin while reaching behind to clutch your ass xDD.
âYuma! Is that all you care about?!â
âHey, this little pigâs ass belongs to me, so I get to decide how big I want it.â
If you two are cuddling on the couch, he absolutely refuses to let you go. He literally treats you as if youâre his body pillow.
âYuma, let me go.â
âFight your way out of it, little pig.â Heâd grin, finding your struggle funny.
Since there isnât much to do on days like this, he might allow you to style his hair any way you want and might even do yours.
Believe it or not, he's an expert at braiding. His favorite style is a fishtail braid and he thinks it looks beautiful on you.
His talent for braiding is so versed that even his brothers might comment as to how pretty it looks on you.
"It looks so . . . nice, Y/N." Azusa would comment.
"Wow little maso-kitty, it looks great on you. Did Yuma do that?" Kou would add.
"As expected, Yuma's known for such styles. You display it well." Ruki would admit.
âYeah, only the best for my little pig.â Yuma would smirk, a subtle boast in his tone, causing you to blush at his statement.
He likes giving you piggy back rides throughout the house, but heâll pretend to drop you just to scare you because heâs an asshole.
With all this boredom, Yuma might even get into asking you a few dirty riddles.
"Hey little pig, what's six inches long, goes in your mouth and is more fun if it vibrates?"
"Yuma!"
"Damn, little pig, I didn't know you could be so dirty-minded. I'm just talking about a toothbrush."
"Well it certainly didn't sound that way."
"My god! How could you think such a thing?â He said, acting oh-so innocent, a smirk soon appearing on his face, showing his true colors. âOh, I get it, you wanted it to be something else."
âWhat are you-,â
âCâmere, little pig.â Heâd say, tackling and pinning you to a nearby couch, starting to tickle you.
"No! Stop!'' You'd squeal, Yuma still continuing to tickle you as you laughed beneath him.
At one point he might grow fed up with the rain and decide to go outside anyways.
"Yâknow what, this is stupid. C'mon, little pig. We're not gonna let a little rain tell us what to do." Heâd say, taking you by your wrist and dragging you behind him.
"Yuma, wai-,"
Heâd continue running and drag you outside in the pouring rain, making you get soaking wet as he picks you up into his arms and spins you around, his lips melding onto yours as heâd hungrily kiss you. Heâd soon pull away and put you down, a scowl on your face due to him getting you drenched in mother natureâs tears.
âYuma! You got me all wet!â
"Damn, I tried to make this romantic and you're complaining about getting wet?"
Youâd sigh, âGetting romantic doesnât mean getting wet!â
âOh really?â Heâd smirk. âThen how come my little pig gets wet every time I-,â
âShut up!â Youâd say, hitting him playfully, causing him to laugh.
Subaru:
Doesnât care if itâs rainy or not since he doesnât really go out.
However, if itâs raining at night time and he wants to go in the rose garden, he might be a little irritated about it.
And since he doesnât have any hobbies, this is a little hard on him.
Plus, since heâs a tsundere, he'll act pretty annoyed in general, even going down to being a total ass.
Compared to Yuma, he gets clingy in a different way--that is, he secretly hopes that youâll spend time with him since he canât go out to the garden.
If youâre busy doing your own stuff tho, heâll attempt to get involved but will act like heâs disinterested in doing so.
But itâs not like you mind him getting involved--that is, if heâs being genuine.
For example, you were once sitting down at the table working on your homework late at night, finishing up the last thing for your assignment when he walked in and came up behind you.
He placed his head in the crook of your neck, being curious about what you were doing as his gaze traveled to the assignment you were working on.
âWhat are you doing?â
âHomework.â Youâd answer.
âTch! What a pain.â
âItâs not so bad, Iâm almost done.â
âWhy donât you just take a break?â
âSubaru, thereâs really no point since Iâm close to finishing.â Youâd say going back to your work, but of course, the white-haired vampire had to persist.
He lifted up his face from the crook of your neck and took notice of your exposed bra strap. A smirk grew on his face and being the tease that he is, heâd take his fingers and use them to pull on it and have smack against your skin just to annoy you and throw you off guard.
âWhat the hell?â
âItâs not my fault it was right there, you should hide it better next time.â Heâd smirk.
If the atmosphere is quiet and he sees youâre busy but doesnât want to bother you, heâll just watch what youâre doing whilst youâre busy working and shuffling around doing your stuff. With watching the way your body moves and the look of concentration on your face, it builds up a lot of sexual tension as he'd stand by with his arms crossed in hopes that something intimate happens or is initiated.
Oh the things this bby car imagines xDD.
Heâll also try to get involved in other things youâd be doing as well, such as crafts.
After finishing your homework, you decided to do something a bit more productive, so you decided to go work on a painting you had been working on. Youâd get pretty focused and concentrated, that is until Subaru came up behind you and decided to intervene.
âWhat are you up to now?â
âPainting.â
âTch! Lame.â
Heâd just continue to stand there, his figure still looming over yours. An idea soon hit you. You knew he was bored, so you decided to make painting time a little more fun.
Turning to him, youâd ask, âHey, why donât you help.â
âHuh?â
âHelp me with the painting.â
âDo I look like Picasso to you?â Heâd sarcastically remark.
âSubaru, it doesnât matter what it looks like in the end. What matters is the fun you have when painting.â
âTch! Thatâs stupid.â Heâd retort.
âAlright, then. Suit yourself.â
Since he didnât want to, you turned around and began painting again.
Deep down, Subaru secretly found your offer to be sweet since he really didnât mind helping and wanted to spend time with you, but because he has a hard time expressing his emotions through his tough exterior, it always came off as if he didnât care.
The white-haired vampire sighed, feeling torn between the feeling of wanting to do something memorable with you versus him getting caught doing something crafty by one of his brothers, but because you were more important, he decided to help.
âAlright, where do you want me to begin?â Heâd say picking up a brush and sitting down next to you.
Taken back by his sudden decision, youâd say. âOh, um, you can start over here.â Youâd say, pointing to a blank space on the canvas. âJust paint it blue for now and then Iâll tell you what to do from there.â
He said nothing and began to do what you asked him, both of you working hard on the masterpiece.
While working, youâd occasionally sneak a few glances at him, seeing how his progress was going.
You honestly had to admit how attractive Subaru looked when he was concentrated on something, the way his eyes angled themselves as they narrowed in on the area he was working on, a few stray locks being in his face, his lips being ajar and lurid in the lighting as he continued to work.
To be honest, you definitely had to ask him to paint more often with you.
He definitely looked busy, an idea striking you again but in a more playful aspect. Since he looked so concentrated, you dipped your finger into the paint and smeared some on his cheek.
âHey! What the hell?!â
You honestly couldnât help but laugh, leading him to grin, âOh, you think thatâs funny? Then how about this?â
Heâd be quick to dip multiple fingers in the paint and smear it all over your face. Accepting his challenge, you were quick to dip your hand in paint and smear it all over his face as payback, but this was far from over.
This ended up becoming an entire paint war, you and Subaruâs laughter echoing as you chased each other about the room and continued to smear and splatter paint on each other, both of you becoming a colored mess as the walls became vandalized in the process.
âIâm gonna get you, Y/N. Youâre gonna look like a rainbow by the time this is over.â Heâd grin, his hand fully loaded with paint being ready to rub it on you.
âCatch me if you can!â Youâd tease sticking your tongue out, whilst running away from him.
It was all fun and games however, until Reiji came in and saw the mess, leading him to scold you two.
âWhat is the meaning of this?â
You both would be quick to blame it on each other as youâd talk over each other in unison, but Reiji didnât care to hear excuses.
âPlease see to it that this is cleaned up, otherwise Iâll have to discipline the two of you thoroughly.â Heâd say, quickly taking his leave as you both laughed about what happened, soon cleaning it up together.
On rainy nights, he might show a bit of a soft side.
However, bear in mind that he will be quick to lean back into his tsundere side if he thinks the moment is getting too soft.
Likes to lay in his coffin with you if you both want to relax. Heâll act annoyed the entire time due to him being a tsundere, but secretly, he loves the fact that youâre next to him.
Likes to have you sit in his lap, while youâre reading, having a blanket draped over the both of you, whilst heâd rest his face in the crook of your neck. He honestly loves being so close to you, but heâd never admit it.
Here, he might take the opportunity to either place a soft kiss on your neck or bite your shoulder if heâs feeling thirsty.
He likes to cuddle and lay on top of you, but won't let you leave to do anything else because he's so clingy.
"Subaru, let me go."
"Not a chance."
When heâs not being soft, you two are bound to bicker about the stupidest things--like heights, for example, leading him to become a total mess.
"You're not taller than me, Y/N. We've been over this."
"Oh no?" Youâd sass, stepping onto his coffin, being slightly taller than him now. "How about now?"
He scoffed, a grin appearing on his face as heâd playfully grab you and pin you onto a nearby wall, giving you the greediest and lustful kisses as you both kept laughing in unison.
Might let you style his hair, such as putting it up into a ponytail or style it in some other way.
You once put bows in his hair and he was so annoyed by it at first, but he eventually started to find it funny and began laughing with you, but that was all until Laito came in and took a picture of him with his new style.
âFufu~, love the new look, Subaru. Iâve gotta say it suits you.â
âWhy you!â Heâd hiss, quickly running after him to make him delete the photo and beat the living crap out of him for doing that and seeing him in such a state.
On rainy nights, be prepared for a lot of fun and games because apart from paint wars, Subaru can take things to a whole new level.
Since it was raining and you couldnât go anywhere, you decided to try out a new makeup style.
And of course, heâd have to get into your business and tell you he finds it stupid.
"Tch! Why do girls even wear that shit?!"
"Oh shut up, you boys like it. Don't lie.â
âWhatever.â Heâd retort, saying nothing else.
You sighed knowing he was bored, so you asked the unthinkable once again to help him cope with not being able to go out because of the rain.
âDo you want help?â
âHelp? With what?â
âWith this new makeup style.â
âTch! Seriously?â
âAll you have to do is add the eyeshadow and lipstick. Iâm not asking you to do anything crazy.â
Sighing and knowing it was better than doing nothing, heâd say, âFine.â
Heâd turn you to him so he could have better access to your face to apply the makeup.
âJust don't make me look like a clown.â Youâd warn closing your eyes, allowing Subaru to put on the eyeshadow.
This is when he was struck with a mischievous idea, an infamous smirk twisting on his lips as he applied the makeup to your face.
And after what seemed like quite some time, he finally finished.
âOkay, itâs done.â
Youâd sigh, âFinally, I canât wait to see it. Iâm sure it looks amazing.â
âYou bet it does.â Heâd mutter under his breath, it not being loud enough for you to hear.
Opening your eyes, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and screamed. The makeup looked so bad, maybe worse than a clown.
"Subaru!"
âHa! What a face!â Heâd scoff.
âAss!â Youâd hiss, chasing him around the room as heâd laugh.
Now because you couldnât let him get away with what he did, as payback you decided to draw a mustache on him while he was sleeping.
When he woke up and saw his reflection in the mirror he grew shocked, and instantly knew it was you who had done it.
(Ik vampires typically canât see their reflection in a mirror, but Iâm not sure about DL here, but letâs just assume that he can considering it hasnât been mentioned (maybe Iâm wrong here??); and also because Reiji implied that some human-made vulnerabilities donât apply to them, so this might not).
âY/N!â
âPayback's a bitch isn't it?â Youâd giggle, standing a few feet away from him.
âNow, you're gonna get it!â Heâd say, chasing you around to no end, only leaving you to laugh as he kept running after you.
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year 22 (m)Â â jjk
ââI knew youâd be standing in my front porch light, and I knew youâd come back to me.ââÂ
Pairing: childhoodfriend!jk x f!readerÂ
Genre/Tags: angst!!!, drama, a lil fluff, f2l, e2l-ish, pining, slow burn, smut
Rating: M +18
WC: 11.5k
Warnings: time jumps, underage drinking, jk being a douchebag for most of the fic, reader canât catch a mf break, mention of character death ((no major one tho)). smut in the form of oral (f. receiving), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex ((wrap it b4 u tap it yâall)), my being called pretty kink making a brief appearance soz
A/N: i listened to cardigan for the first time n had it on replay the whole time i wrote this so ig u should do it too ! this is my first time posting smut on here but who would i be if i didnât throw in some good angst ? also tysm to @periminkleâ for being my unofficial beta reader n checking it up for me, she knows iâm constantly looking for her validation n i def wouldnât post this if she didnât love it ilu vira thx for being the best ever mwah !!!Â
Youâre five, cowering behind his motherâs legs, sniffing as tears stream down your face. In front of you both stands Jungkook, thereâs remorse written all over his face as his mother stares him down with hands on her hips and a look that just screams that this is only the beginning of his punishment.Â
ââApologize to Y/N right now Jungkook, or Iâll have your father have a word with you,ââ she threatens with a stern tone, making her son quickly shake his head no. ââYou need to learn how to share your toys.ââÂ
You peek behind her lanky leg and find the slightly older kid looking at you with narrowed eyes, ââIâm sorry, Y/N.ââ He apologizes with a bow, but heâs obviously displeased with the whole ordeal.Â
His mother sighs and Jungkook pouts at the look on her face. She urges you to come out from your not-so-secret hiding spot and to go back to playing with him, even though you seriously doubt that will do any good to what just happened.Â
Jungkookâs bedroom door is kept open as he sits back down on his city patterned carpet, you twiddle with your thumbs and stare at the Spiderman poster on his wall. Thereâs an awkward silence between you two until you feel a toy bump your crisscrossed legs.Â
Itâs the shiny red car he had refused to lend you before, provoking an argument between you two which eventually made you run out of his room in tears as you ratted him out to his mom.Â
ââWooow,ââ you whisper in awe, taking the car in your hands with so much care, treating it like itâs one of your newest dolls.Â
Jungkook huffs, crossing his arms as he looks at you with distaste and heâs forced to settle with other boring toys as you giggle to yourself, making the car follow the carpetâs tracks. He learns then to never trust his mother again. If she ever says sheâll bring a new friend for him to play with again, heâll refuse wholeheartedly.
He doesnât like sharing his toys, and itâll probably take him a long time to learn how to.
Youâre nine as you hand Jungkook one of the multiple Valentineâs Day cards you carefully crafted the night before with your mother, adding all kinds of pretty stickers and shiny glitter to make each one of them unique. His is different from the rest, though.Â
You added hearts to the dots in the Iâs, thereâs a hint of your favorite body splash enveloping the pink construction paper and it fills Jungkookâs nostrils with so much force that he feels he could gag at the smell.Â
ââWhat do you think?ââ You ask the fourth-grader with a big smile on your face, cheeks tinted with a light shade of red as you see him reading the little message you wrote inside the card.
Jungkook lets out a mocking chuckle, ââAre you serious? You like me?ââ He asks you, but it doesnât look like heâs looking for answers. Your smile slowly fades away, looking at him with glossy eyes, ââI donât like you, youâre just a dumb little girl.ââÂ
His card was the one you had invested the most time in and yet it only took him a second to crumple it with his hand, and another five for him to toss it into the trash can near you before he goes back to his group of friends in the schoolâs playground.
You learn how to hold your tears in then, thinking itâs a great accomplishment and that maybe now heâll stop calling you a crybaby.
His friends receive him with high-fives and he smiles with gratefulness because they just saw how much of a badass he can be. Once recess is over and everyoneâs going back to their classrooms, Jungkook nears the garbage bin where he had thrown the Valentine's card in, but finds itâs now dirty with yogurt someone tossed inside.Â
He grimaces at the sight and sighs, thereâs no way he can save it now.
Youâre twelve and youâre the only girl in the treehouse who hasnât gone through puberty yet. It wasnât something that bothered you until just recently, when it became pretty evident why none of the boys would even give you a onceover compared to the other girls.
âI donât know if I want to play,â you mumble after Kim Jihyo suggests playing spin the bottle. Youâre the only one who opposes the idea, though you could count Jungkook in given as he just sat there without saying a word.
Park Yerim rolls her eyes, âYouâre so boring, Y/N!â The comment makes the rest giggle as you pout at being the designated party pooper.Â
Itâs all fun and games of truth and dares to whoever the bottle lands on and youâve been lucky enough to avoid the tip of the plastic Coca-Cola bottle to point at you, until it lands on Jungkook who has done a few funny dares so far.
âAlright, Jungkook, letâs make things even more fun!â Jihyo announces since sheâs been the one who has assigned most of the embarrassing challenges and questions, âI dare you to kiss one of the girls here for ten seconds.âÂ
The dare makes the boys cheer with excitement and the girls gasp with anticipation, hoping one of them is the lucky chosen one. Your lips part slightly as you stare at him sitting across from you, heâs clearly not comfortable with the dare, but knowing him, he wonât express his current discomfort.Â
His eyes land on you as you stare back at him with concern, hoping that heâll speak up to avoid himself the embarrassment. Has he even kissed someone before? If this is his first kiss, youâll witness it alongside everyone else and you can only imagine how terrifying that must be. Even though Jungkookâs always been a brave kid, you can always tell when he feels under pressure.
âUhm, Iâll uhââ Jungkook keeps staring at you and you feel your heart start to beat like you just ran the usual ten laps around the gym in P.E class. Are you about to have your first kiss? With him?Â
You nod your head absentmindedly, a sign to let him know itâs okay for him to pick you from all the other developed girls who probably have more experience kissing than you do, but itâs okay because youâve always been a quick learner.Â
âYeji,â Jungkook says after what feels like forever, though itâs only been a mere few seconds, âIâll kiss Yeji.â He adds, removing his eyes from yours and settling them on the girl with the high ponytail and pink colored nails.Â
You bite your bottom lip hard, breaking the dry skin as you feel yourself taste blood. It doesnât matter because no oneâs paying attention to you and instead theyâre focused on Jungkookâs neverending kiss with Yeji.Â
When you get home that night, you look at yourself in the mirror and frown at your lack of everything. Is this the reason as to why he hadnât picked you?Â
Youâre fourteen and Kim Taehyung just sent you a message through MSN in which he confesses to have feelings for you. Your eyes widen, rereading the message several times, rubbing at your eyes just to make sure youâre seeing things correctly.Â
You run off across the street to Jungkookâs house, ringing the doorbell quickly for someone to open up. Youâre greeted by him looking at you with an annoyed expression, he had to pause his GTA game to come and open the door.Â
âWhat do you want?â Jungkook asks harshly, crossing his arms as he stares into somewhere thatâs not your face. Heâs anxiously waiting for you to spit out whatever it is youâre there to say.Â
You calm yourself down by breathing in deep and out, blowing the air right at him, âDoes Taehyung like me?â You ask him, making Jungkookâs eyes widen in surprise and his brows to raise.Â
His reaction tells you that you mightâve just discovered a secret you werenât supposed to and it only makes your heart beat even faster because if itâs true, then this is a pleasant surprise. Kim Taehyung is one of the hottest boys in the tenth grade and he happens to be one of Jungkookâs closest friends. You think he must know something since you see them hanging out at lunch.
âUhâI donât know, Y/N.â Jungkook mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck, finally looking at you and he feels a gut wrenching punch in his stomach at the sight. âTaehyung isnât a really good guy, you shouldnâtââÂ
âWhat are you saying?â You interrupt him with a question, confused as to why Jungkook was painting a negative picture of his friend. âHe was really sweet with what he said, he thinks my eyes are pretty when they sparkle â I didnât even know they did that!âÂ
Jungkook grimaces and sighs, thereâs really not much he can do here. Youâve always been so stubborn, so relentless. No matter how many times life tries to tell you somethingâs not meant for you, you challenge each and every one of itâs obstacles until you take whatâs yours.Â
âOkay, then what are you gonna do? Date him? You havenât even had your first kiss yet.â Jungkook reminds you with a mocking tone and you furrow your brows together because, how does he know that?Â
You stammer, âI-I have! I had it at camp last summer, actually!â Thatâs a lie, but he wasnât there so he canât prove the veracity of your statement. âAnd what do you care? So what if I want to date him?â You add with anger, not understanding why couldnât he just support you in search of true love.Â
The thought of dating Kim Taehyung had never crossed your mind, thinking he was way too out of your league for him to ever notice you. But that confession sitting in your MSN chat now served as a nice feeling of knowing you arenât as invisible as you think you are.Â
Jungkook scoffs, âTaehyung would never date you, okay? Heâs older than you, heâs cool, he goes to parties and has kissed almost every girl in his grade, do you think heâd really like someone as boring as you?â He doesnât mean to be so harsh, but youâre just so difficult and impossible to get through.
Jungkookâs used to the trembling bottom lip and the teary eyes that you give him everytime he says something that definitely strikes a nerve within you, but heâs always impressed on how you always refrain from crying in front of him. Last time you did that you were both kids and he probably took the last lollipop from your batch of collected halloween candy.Â
âScrew you, Jungkook,â you say through gritted teeth, and if looks could kill, heâd be dead already.Â
He looks at you quickly stomp your way back to your house, only heading back inside once you slam your front door shut. Jungkook enters his room to find two new messages in his MSN.
$$ kIm tAaEhyYyuNG $$: it worked!Â
$$ kIm tAeEhyYyunGG $$: she fell for it xDxD where did u even come up with the sparkly eyes thing?? thatâs gold bro roflÂ
Jungkook sighs, ignoring the messages and shutting his computer down.
Youâre sixteen and youâve been invited to your first party. Granted, it was Jungkookâs, but he knew that if he didnât ask you to come youâd probably tell on him with his mom. No matter what age he was, heâd always fear his motherâs scolding.Â
âDrink this!â Park Jimin says with his beautiful smile and youâre starting to realize why they gave him that very same superlative on the schoolâs yearbook. You take the red solo cup without any second thought, placing the rim straight to your lips and choke once you feel the liquid burn your throat.Â
âUghâWhatâs this?â You ask, cleaning the droplets of liquid around the corners of your mouth.Â
He chuckles, âFruit punch!â The liquid is indeed red like the familiar drink youâre used to, but thereâs definitely something else mixed inside. âOh, and vodka,â he adds with wiggly eyebrows as he shows off the small flask he was hiding in his sweatshirtâs front pocket.
You gasp and hand him the cup back, âNo, I donât drink alcohol, sorry.â Jimin rolls his eyes and it reminds you of the many times youâve received this same reaction from your classmates before. Always a party pooper. Heâs about to take the plastic red cup from you until you quickly drink the spiked punch in one go.
The boy howls in excitement, âWoo, go Y/N! Another one coming right up.âÂ
Jungkook knows he should be making sure everythingâs alright downstairs. If his mother notices thereâs at least one misplaced object, sheâll know right away something went down in her house while her husband and her were away for the weekend on an emergency trip to their hometown. Leaving him unsupervised only because they both believed their son was old enough to tend for himself.
But Jung Eunha had dragged him into his room with the excuse of wanting to see what it looked like, but the mini tour had turned into them kissing on his bed and Jungkook is thankful he changed his Spiderman sheets in exchange for some boring plain grey ones. Eunha smells like fresh mint and Jungkook is way into his head to focus on properly kissing her.
Itâs not until his bedroom door is abruptly open, slamming against the wall that Jungkook literally jumps to his feet, making Eunha gasp as they both look at the person who has interrupted their awkward makeout session.Â
âGuk-ah, what are you doinâ?â You curiously wonder, a hiccup following right after which makes you giggle. Jungkookâs chest rises and falls with quickness as he notices you look different from the last time he saw you twenty minutes ago when you were talking to Jimin. âGuk-ah, were youâyou kissinâ Eunha?â You ask once more after not receiving an answer to your previous question.
âY/N, are you okay?â He asks in concern, coming closer to analyze your weird state. You stretch your arm out to avoid him from nearing you, making him falter in his place as he studies your expression.Â
You hum, âGuk-ah, you busy. Sorry,â you apologize in a shy tone, ready to head back down and have more of that fruity alcohol punch you now found tasty, but you stumble and only avoid yourself from falling by holding onto Jungkook's door frame, heâs already reaching out by then.Â
âAre you fucking serious, Y/N? Get out!â Eunha complains with irritation, getting up from the bed and ready to kick you out of his room, but his free arm stops her from getting near you. âWhuâ?â
âEunha, go back down. Iâll deal with her myself.â Jungkook says as calmly as he can, thinking threeâs a crowd and dealing with you wasnât an easy thing in of itself. Sheâs about to argue, but he interrupts her again, âGo down, now.âÂ
She rolls her eyes and bumps her shoulder against yours harshly once she steps out of his room, âWhatever, that kiss was shitty anyway.âÂ
He pretends he didnât hear that and takes you in his arms instead, dragging you to lay on his bed as you cuddle into his favorite pillow and hug it close to your body. How much did you drink? Why did you even do it in the first place? Jungkook knows youâve never tried alcohol before, which means heâll be in big trouble if you show up back to your house like this.Â
When you open your eyes hours later, your head hurts and it feels lightweight when you move it side to side. The room youâre in is familiar, that spiderman poster is still hung on the wall, but there are no more toys laying around the floor; theyâve probably been stored somewhere in his garage or sent off to a donation center under his motherâs demand.
The pillow that youâre hugging smells just like him and any other day youâd hold on to it tighter and inhale his scent like your life depended on it, but you abruptly sit on the bed as youâre reminded of how you got here. The action is not appreciated by your dizzy head, but you look around the room to notice how dark it is and thereâs no more music playing downstairs.Â
You quickly jump to the ground, only to hear a âFuck, ouch!â from below, stepping on Jungkookâs leg unintentionally. It makes you gasp, looking down to notice the older friend laying on the cold floor, having gotten rid of that childhood carpet of his. His headâs laying on a makeshift pillow made out of a towel and heâs trying hard not to shiver.Â
âIâm sorry, sorry, sorry!â You quickly apologize, stepping away from his figure as he soothes the shin of his leg you stepped on. âJungkook, what happened?âÂ
He sighs, âSomeone decided to drink like five cups of spiked punch knowing damn well it was their first time drinking alcohol, stepped into my room like a crazy person, and then crashed on my bed like theyâWhatâs with the face?â
âBathroom.â
Jungkook grimaces while he holds your hair back, youâre throwing away all the liquid you had taken with a few additional snacks you had munched on earlier, âAre you done?â He asks in a tired mumble and you shake your head no.
He feels guilty that youâre in this position. He didnât even want to kiss Eunha, but she was one of the most popular girls in his grade and he knew that if he turned her down she would most likely put a bad word in with the rest of the girls and the guys would make fun of him for being such a wuss.
That wouldâve been better, because after laying you down on his bed he had to go down and tell everyone that the party was over, putting an excuse that the neighbors had warned him and threatened to call the cops. They all cleared pretty quickly, but he knew he was going to be the butt of the jokes come Monday. He even had to call your parents to let them know you had gone home to a friendâs house for a sleepover, which he knew wasnât totally believable, but it had somehow gotten them convinced that their daughter was alright because they trusted Jungkook to never hurt you ever.Â
Once you feel like youâve puked your stomach out, Jungkook hands you a pill accompanied with a glass of water and hands you clothes of his that might be more comfortable to sleep in.Â
âGood night, Jungkook,â you whisper once youâre laying back on his bed, still hugging the pillow he preferred to sleep with. He makes a sacrifice to make it up to you.Â
His back is going to hurt by the time the sun comes out in a few hours, but itâs okay if it means youâll sleep comfortably after the events of tonight. âGood night, Y/N.âÂ
Heâs unable to sleep, but finds entertainment in your hanging hand beside his bed. The skin on your palm looks soft and thereâs this strange urge inside of him that makes him want to grab your hand in his, but he refrains.Â
To calm the current chaos in his head, Jungkook finds peace in the light snores coming from his bed.
Youâre just about to turn eighteen and your date to the prom is Jeong Jaehyun, who had only asked you out a day before the event because the girl he had initially wanted to take had been asked and he didnât have a plan B.Â
Jaehyun is okay, at least he managed to get you a corsage that matched the color of your dress. He even smiles in the pictures your parents take of you both as you awkwardly try to look comfortable with his arms around you even though by then you had only exchanged a few sentences.Â
The promâs theme is Summer Nights and you think itâs fitting considering this is the very last event before the graduation ceremony, meaning that youâd most likely never see most of these people ever again. You had purposely applied to a college that was outside of your hometown for that same reason. Youâre ready to live the life youâve always wanted to live, without anyone judging or knowing you.Â
Your date spends most of the night talking with his group of friends as youâre left alone on your table, looking at your well manicured nails. You knew you werenât going to get the same prom experience the high school kids on T.V enjoyed, but you at least hoped it wouldâve been a little more fun than this.
A tap on your shoulder makes you turn around to see Jungkook trying to loosen the tight tie around his neck. He looks incredibly handsome and you suppose his mother helped him pick the suit out, Jungkook rarely ever wore fitted clothing, so this is one of those once in a lifetime moments..
âHey you,â you say and he gives you half a smile, wondering why youâre sitting by yourself at an empty table when everyone else was either mingling or dancing. âWhereâs your date?â You ask with curiosity, youâre surprised that Jinsoul isnât trailing alongside him given how she had behaved for the past week ever since he asked her to come with him.Â
âRetouching her face or something,â he answers casually, âwhat are you doing sitting here? Whereâs Jaehyun?â Jungkook asks.
You shrug your shoulders, âDonât know, probably talking with the guys of the basketball team. Heâs been gone for a while.â Not like you care, anyway. If your conversation with him inside his car on the way to the venue had been any indication of what it wouldâve been like for the rest of the night, youâre glad he's not here trying to make any more small talk with you.
Jungkook huffs, thinking heâll kick his ass if he sees him. He had asked him to invite you so you wouldnât come alone, and yet here you are, sitting all by yourself while the douchebagâs making a social life somewhere in the crowd. He calms down once he notices how unbothered you are by it, though. Youâre a big girl now, youâve been through too much to be affected by something as simple as this.
âIs there something you wanââ
âDance!â You interrupt with excitement and Jungkook chuckles.
âI was gonna ask if you wanted something to drink, butâalright, letâs dance.â Jungkook canât dance for shit, but you took lessons when you were younger and he can still remember how youâd always show him the routines you learned in class. Heâd always boo you, but in reality you were pretty good. He wonders why you stopped, he doesnât recall you ever telling him.
Itâs just his luck that once you both step into the dancefloor, the hired DJ stops the up-tempo song playing before and switches to a much slower romantic one, âAlright everyone, I want all the couples on the dancefloor for this one.âÂ
You step away from him with nervousness, itâs couples only after all. But Jungkook holds onto your lower back firmly, pulling you closer into his space. Your eyebrows raise as your lips part, âUh, s-should we, uhâ?âÂ
âItâs just a song, Y/N. You wanted to dance, then weâll dance.â He tells you with such confidence it makes you feel like this is totally normal and something all friends do. All the known High School couples are dancing together, heads tenderly placed over chests and chins resting lovingly above them. You wait for Jungkook to take the lead because you have no clue of what you should be doing, you mightâve taken dance lessons years ago but youâve never slowed danced in your life.Â
Jungkook places his hand on your hip, the touch makes goosebumps crawl in your arms. He pretends he doesnât notice it as he takes your right hand in his. You stare at the way he delicately holds it like itâs his motherâs fine china. âPlace your other hand on my shoulder,â he instructs and you do as asked, your palm coming to rest on the strong muscle.Â
Heâs only slowed danced once before at a family memberâs wedding where his mother taught him how to, with her as the teacher. Back then he thought it was incredibly ridiculous, but now heâs sort of glad that happened because heâs the teacher now and youâre now looking at him with your big eyes as you sway alongside him.Â
You clear your throat, âThis isnât that hard.â Jungkook nods as he stares down at you, noticing how uneasy you are given that youâre looking at everything and not entirely immersed in the moment.
âYou look beautiful tonight.â He says out of nowhere, making you look at him like a deer stuck in headlights, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He had never called you that before.Â
An awkward laugh escapes your lips, looking away from his intense gaze as you try not to take his words too literally, âHa ha, that was a good one.â To you thereâs no other explanation than this being one of his mean pranks on you.
But Jungkook doesnât falter both his words and gaze, âIâm not laughing.â Thereâs seriousness in his voice and you have to look back at him again just to make sure he really isnât, âYou look beautiful, just take the compliment.â You nod and thereâs silence between you two after that. Youâre digesting the romantic lyrics that the singer is talking about and hope that the song ends soon, because youâve never been this close to him and itâs starting to feel too crowded.
You clear your throat, âSoâŚâÂ
âSoâŚ,â he repeats.Â
âWhat are you doing for summer?â You ask him in an attempt to break the tension and wanting to take advantage of the little intimate moment since Jungkook rarely ever lets you pry into his private life.Â
âI think Iâll train before heading off,â he answers. It was more than obvious he was going to earn that sports scholarship he had been aiming for, he was one of the best athletes on the school; though you considered him to be the number one between them all. âIâm kinda scared, not gonna lie.âÂ
You look at him with surprise, tilting your head to the side, âYouâre scared?â You ask in disbelief because as long as youâve known him, heâs never been scared of anything. This is the same kid who instilled your fear of monsters in a closet after watching Monsterâs Inc. together, also the same kid who helped you get over it after he realized you had actually taken it seriously.
He chuckles lightly, âYeah, Iâm just scared about starting over.â Itâs interesting how his biggest fear is the one youâre looking forward to the most, but you suppose itâs fitting for someone who has never had to worry about what people think of him. In this town, Jungkook has swam freely without any concerns. Out there, heâs just another fish in the big and scary ocean. âArenât you?â He questions, hoping that youâre able to relate to what heâs feeling.Â
âHonestly, IââÂ
Youâre interrupted by Jaehyun clearing his voice in front of you two, making you both turn your heads towards his direction. You quickly separate from Jungkook and he feels his body lose the warmness you were providing.Â
âIf you wanted to dance, you couldâve just asked. Iâm your date after all.â He says smugly and you chuckle awkwardly, nodding because heâs right.Â
Jungkook wants to punch his stupid face, how dare he interrupt you both when he had been ignoring you the whole night? Why does he suddenly want to dance with you when heâs probably still upset at him for asking Jinsoul to the prom before he could?
âYour dateâs looking for you, buddy. She doesnât look too happy.â Jaehyun adds with a smirk as he takes your hand in his and drags you away from Jungkook towards another place on the dancefloor.Â
Heâs left to stare at the way he holds your hand, and he only hopes heâs doing it ever so carefully.Â
Youâre twenty when Jungkook sees you for the first time since you both left for college two and half a years ago. Heâs rendered speechless when he spots you in the crowd, thereâs a manly hand around your waist as you giggle into the strangerâs mouth before placing a kiss to his lips.Â
Thereâs only so much social media can provide him, pictures and stories arenât enough for Jungkook to keep up with you. He thinks youâve changed, not only appearance wise but you seem way more outgoing, carefree, and happy. Did he miss the boyfriend announcement picture? Heâs sure he didnât, he checks your profile almost every day and heâs never even seen him in any of your stories.Â
A gasp escapes your lips once you spot him, completely forgetting about the possibility of bumping into him given that both your schools were playing against each other that night. You tell Namjoon youâll be right back and he nods, going back to a conversation with the group of college friends you had made.Â
You surprise him by jumping into him, arms around his shoulders as you hug him from behind. You let out a shrill of excitement and he blushes as his friends chuckle at the unexpected approach from this unfamiliar girl.Â
ââJungkook! You didnât tell me youâd be here,ââ you say once he turns around to face you and heâs able to see you better upfront. You look beautiful and he thinks the Instagram pictures are not doing you enough justice. Youâre glowing, and it has nothing to do with the highlighter you applied on your face and collarbone area.Â
The both of you arenât able to properly talk until you suggest moving to a different area, Jungkook apologizing to his friends as he explained he needed to catch up with an old friend. They donât complain and instead shoot him teasing looks and small pervy comments that go by unnoticed to you.Â
Jungkook listens with intent to your ramble about what youâve been up to. From your courses, to your roommates, the parties youâve attended, and even the fact that you handle your alcohol better now. Heâs happy that you seem so too, but it irks him that you hadnât been capable of telling him that you had a boyfriend now. Is there a reason as to why you omitted that important piece of information?Â
ââAnd what about you? Howâs college?ââ You ask with curiosity.Â
He blinks a few times, realizing you had stopped talking about yourself and was now wondering about him instead. ââItâs fine,ââ he answers with a tight lipped smile, the lack of detail compared to you was astonishing, but even though you were still hungry for more you decided not to pry any further.Â
Thereâs fear in revealing that heâs been having a hard time catching up with the rest of his peers. College was indeed fine, but it could be better. Heâs settled with the idea that this is as good at itâll get, some things just arenât like you expect them to be. At least youâre happy, and that fact brings him comfort.Â
ââWas that your, uhmâboyfriend?ââ He finally asks after a while, both about to head back to your respective group of friends.Â
The question takes you by surprise, looking at him with raised eyebrows and mouth agape. ââWho? Namjoon?ââ He nods, though he doesnât know anything about the guy he had first seen you with. You let out a wholehearted laugh, ââHell no, too many commitment issues with that one,ââ you answer and Jungkookâs forehead creases with confusion.Â
Why were you kissing him then?Â
ââWeâre friends with benefits,â��� you inform him as if you had read his mind. ââHeâs a nice guy, though. Also, super smart, heâs helped me with a few of myâââÂ
ââYouâre not a virgin anymore?ââ He abruptly asks, disbelief in his tone as he internally screams to himself for thinking out loud. Jungkook expects you to berate him about such an imprudent question, but is surprised when he sees you giggling.Â
ââDuh, silly. I think I lost it freshman year?ââ The carelessness in your voice makes him look at you like youâve gone crazy. Why are you so lax about this? Why are you telling him about losing your virginity without a care in the world? ââAnyway, are you going to be home for theâââ
Jungkook interrupts you once again, ââWas it with your boyfriend at the time?ââ He asks in genuine curiosity and you sigh, rolling your eyes slightly at him.Â
ââNo, it was some random dude at this party I went to. Could you pleaseâââ
ââY/N, are you insane? Why would you give up your virginity to some fucking stranger like itâs nothing?ââ Jungkookâs voice raises as he scolds you about being so negligent about yourself, ââYou canât do shit like that!ââ He fumed, making you let out a breathless chuckle.Â
ââCould you stop treating me like a fucking child for once in your life? Iâm perfectly fine, Jungkook. Iâve been doing pretty well for myself without you here, actually. I donât know why you think you have a say on what I do, is it the entitlement you have of me that you still carry around because we grew up together? Because if thatâs it then you can drop it, I let go of my little girl who wanted a friend and was treated like pure shit in return complex a long time ago.ââÂ
He knows youâre right, but he thinks heâll always have this odd sense of protection over the five year old girl who cried to his mom about not lending her his favorite toy. Heâll always want to apologize to the eight year old girl who declared her love for him with a Valentineâs Day card while he ended up breaking her heart in exchange. Heâll always wish to look for help within the twelve year old girl who witnessed him give out his first kiss to another girl who he didnât even like. Heâll always feel guilty towards the sixteen year old girl who had gotten tipsy on a spiked fruit punch and crashed on his bed. Heâll always hate himself for not asking the seventeen going on eighteen year old girl to prom when he knew he couldâve, but chose not to in fear of ruining your friendship.Â
You only wanted someone to be there for you growing up and Jungkook had never been the brave boy you thought he was, always running from his fears in hopes heâd have a wide advantage margin from them. Yet here they are, standing right in front of him in the form of a twenty year old you, and theyâre there to let him know that youâve never needed him, yet heâs always needed you.
He canât even apologize, he only looks at you with wide eyes as he fidgets in his place. Either youâre both too old now to understand each other or you just realized that youâve outgrown Jungkook.Â
Your mouth set in a hard line as you crossed your arms, the nightâs breeze feeling colder than usual. ââI miss you Jungkook, but I canât keep playing this cat and mouse game with you any longer.ââÂ
You leave him behind to go back to Namjoonâs arms, seeking refuge in his sweet embrace as you try your hardest to put on practice what you learned all those years ago when Jungkook broke your heart for the first time, you should be used to it by now.
Youâre twenty-one when youâre back in your hometown to attend the funeral of the old lady down the street, the one that always scolded you and Jungkook growing up.Â
You had been scared of her as a child, but always following along your friendâs footsteps when he proposed playing around her garden. It tugs at your heartstrings even if you hadnât known the woman well. Her death was imminent seeing as sheâd been ill for quite some time.Â
A taller figure stands next to you as you both stand way in the back of the ceremony. He looks tired and you figure that itâs because of the fact he arrived late into the night, you heard his carâs engine from your bedroom window. Dressing in all black, you notice he bought a new suit. Youâre sure that the one he wore for prom no longer fits considering heâs bigger now.Â
You havenât talked to each other since last year when you both left off on a sour note. The hurt you felt was no longer present, though. You chewed on your bottom lip as you thought of a way you could talk to him again without making things awkward, but you let out a small gasp once he placed his arm around your shoulders, giving it a small squeeze as he sighed and kept his focus on the service.Â
Watching the casket be lowered into the ground felt weird. She was a human being just like you, but her existence was a reminder of your childhood. Would it be okay to say that her death meant a part of you leaving with her too?Â
Once it hits you, itâs Jungkook who consoles you by hugging you tight. Your eyes are too blurry with tears for you to realize this is one of those rare moments where heâs holding you close without hesitation. He lets you ruin his tuxedoâs jacket with your mascara covered tears as he brushes your hair as a sign of comfort.Â
You know things are back in order when he proposes the idea to go back to the old ladyâs porch, for old times sake. ââWill we ever let her rest?ââ You ask him with a small laugh as Jungkook sits on the doorsteps of the old ladyâs empty home, opening the bag of candy worms he bought at the grocery store.Â
He shrugs, ââShe loved us, always told my mom how much she missed us running around the street.ââ The revelation makes you smile, hoping it was true. He pats the empty space next to him, indicating for you to fill it up with your presence. Once you do, you feel the familiar warmth of his proximity.Â
Jungkook seems different and you only hope heâs changed for the best.Â
ââWhen are you going back?ââ You ask him with curiosity, hoping that heâll be in town for a few more days so you can catch up with him on a better note this time around.Â
He munches on one of the snacks, ââTomorrow morning, I have training camp and canât miss it.ââ His answer makes you sigh with disappointment, but you nod nonetheless. ââWhat about you?ââ He asks in return, and you inform him that youâll stay for a few more days to spend time with your family. Thereâs silence after that and Jungkook can only offer you the gummy worms in the bag, you take one with a small thanks. Â
ââCollege fucking sucks,ââ he says out of nowhere and it makes you look at him in bewilderement, ââI hate it there, I wanna drop out so bad. But Iâm a year away from graduating so itâs too late now.ââ You see his shoulders visibly relax, like a weight had been lifted off them. ââPlus my mom would kill me if I do so,ââ he adds with a chuckle.Â
Last time you asked everything was fine. Had things changed or had they always been this way and he was just now being honest with you?
You rest your head on his shoulder and focus all of your undivided attention on him as he keeps rambling about what his life has been ever since he left this town. Heâs had bad games, bad grades, and bad girls. But heâs also had incredible games, good grades, and a couple great hookups, and yet he still feels empty, itâs not enough.Â
ââI miss you,ââ he mumbles as he faces you, ââIâm sorry for being such a shitty friend, you deserved better.ââ His apology is genuine and you can feel it in the way his voice trembles, sincerity has always scared him after all.Â
Jungkookâs never known when the time is right, and he misjudges the look on your face. When he leans down to press his lips against yours, heâs blinded for a mere moment into believing that you wanted to kiss him just as much as he had been waiting.Â
You abruptly separate from him with wide eyes and parted lips, ââJungkook, IâmâIâm dating Namjoon now.ââ He can physically feel his heart shatter, the revelation coming out like an old newspaper headline he shouldâve read a long time ago.Â
He lets out a breathless chuckle, ââHe got over the commitment issues?ââ The rhetorical question is bitter.Â
You scoff, ââAnd what about it? I preferred to wait than to rush into getting my heart broken.ââ Plus itâs not like you were expecting Namjoon to grow feelings for you, the whole no strings attached arrangement was named that way for a reason.Â
Jungkook looks at you with narrowed eyes and he shakes his head sightly. Old habits never die down, still so stubborn and challenging as ever.Â
Heâs startled as you stand abruptly, fuming as you look at him, ââI donât even know why you care! Did you forget that you threw my Valentineâs Day card into the trash? Or that you kissed Yeji in front of my face? Or that you let Taehyung date me as prank between your friends? Or that you were making out with Eunha while Jimin kept giving me alcohol? Or that you asked Jaehyun to take me to the stupid prom even though I was perfectly fine going without him or anyone for that matter?ââ
ââWe were just kids!ââ Jungkook argues back at you.
ââIt still fucking hurt,ââ you counter, ââstill hurts, actually. You think that by giving me a measly apology and kissing it better Iâll suddenly forget about all of it?ââ Jungkook knows it wonât ever make up for all those years, but he had at least hoped youâd be willing to give him a chance.Â
He wishes he could say something else. Explain that he had just tried to protect you in his own shitty way from everyone else or himself maybe, he doesnât know anymore. He wants to speak up again, but thereâs disappointment written all over your face, youâre not angry at him...just saddened.Â
ââHope you have fun at your training camp.ââ
Jungkook watches as you leave him sitting by himself on the old ladyâs doorstep. A hand runs through his hair as he feels his eyes water, and he can almost hear a whisper in the wind that asks him why he didnât stop you when he couldâve.Â
Jungkook didnât think that his family coming together with yours for Christmas dinner wouldâve been a great idea. Youâre cold to him at first and itâs fitting for the winter weather, but as always it only takes for him to sit next to you for things to warm up again.Â
Itâs with the excuse that youâll run over to your house to grab a new bottle of wine from the kitchen counter that Jungkook trails behind you, both slightly tipsy on the different alcohols your families had offered each other.Â
Years have passed since he last stepped foot inside your home, you used to visit him more often than he did anyway. It still smells and looks the same; the only difference is that thereâs new pictures of you hung up on the walls, updated accordingly to the changes youâve made ever since you left off for college.
Youâre sporting a big smile in all of them, which in exchange makes him copy the action as well. His lack of presence in your life has done you better than compared to when he was around, and if thatâs the case, then at least he did something right.Â
There hasnât been much said since the beginning of the night, just a simple hey out of courtesy. Thereâs so much he wants to say, but with no clue where to begin. Another apology is due, though he thinks itâs a little too late for that. He also wants to ask about what youâve been up to since he last saw you, are you still dating the Namjoon guy you had told him about after he kissed you? If heâs still there, Jungkook rather keep quiet and not wonder out loud to you, heâs sure that itâll hurt if itâs true.Â
Growing up Jungkook always mistook your bravery with stubbornness and your courage with relentlessness. Youâve always been challenging, but only because you wanted him to do so too. Itâs moments like this that prove him that youâve always been the stronger between the two.
ââSo, weâre just gonna pretend like nothingâs wrong between us?ââ You ask, speaking directly to him for the first time that night. It makes him look at you like a deer stuck in headlights, surprised by the sudden question and out of all the years of knowing each other, he feels small under your gaze for once. ââHow much time is it going to pass until you want to finally talk things like adults?ââÂ
Jungkook gulps the lump in his throat, his brain quickly thinking of the right thing to say, ââI just wanted to protect you fromâââ
ââFrom what? From you? Everytime youâve done that I end up getting hurt in the end. Iâm left to pick the pieces up by myself,ââ you interject with anger in your voice. ââIt fucking pisses me off that I havenât been able to stop thinking about you kissing me, I havenât stopped thinking about you andâââ A sigh, you close your eyes to center yourself again as Jungkook waits for the final blow, ââand you look like none of this has ever bothered you in the slightest because, you donât really care about me do you?ââ
ââI do care about you.ââ Heâs sure about it, even though heâs been extremely bad at showing it.Â
Even though your eyes are threatening to spill tears, you still muster up the last bit of whatâs left of your courage to step closer to him until youâre a few inches away. ââProve it, then. Show me that you care.ââÂ
His brain is sent into quick overdrive due to your close proximity. Thereâs a slight hesitation because he only hopes that what heâs about to do is what youâre demanding him to prove. He doesnât care if youâre still dating the Namjoon guy because heâs settled with the idea that itâs okay if you donât correspond, itâs not like he did the same to you when you were both younger.Â
Once his lips press against yours, thereâs no turning back. Heâs waiting for you to push him back and let him know that your heartâs still taken, but you kiss him with such fervor that he knows in that moment that youâre right, itâs better to wait than to rush right in.Â
Itâs no fairytale kiss, though. Thereâs desperation in the way you chase his lips, as if you were to slow down heâd find a way to escape from you. You grip the cotton material of his crewneck into your small fists, holding on to the fabric like your life depended on it. The small kiss you had both shared last year was nothing compared to this, and Jungkookâs taken aback by your neediness.Â
He doesnât know how you manage to drag him to your childhood bedroom without missing a beat, only separating once you both realize you need to catch your breaths, and even then Jungkook canât have a minute to take just happened in because your lips attach to his neck to get more of a taste. His fingers curled around your arm, sighing at the way your kisses felt like electricity on his skin.Â
ââY/N,ââ he calls your name out in a breathy tone, but youâre too immersed in your little bubble to even realize it.Â
Jungkook groans when you bite into the skin of his neck, then blowing over the red mark as you kissed it better. Itâs going to be bruise and he doesnât like when that happens, but heâs not bothered at all if it comes from you. He forcibly grabs your chin so you can face him, looking at him with big eyes, a small pout, and with your chin messed with drool.Â
Itâs then that Jungkook kisses you hungrily, making you feel like youâre in a dream-like state, though you could partially blame the Christmas eggnog for that. The way he bites at your lips and how your tongues clash together is an extreme juxtaposition as to how you could describe this moment. Itâs as if youâre floating on air, clouds surrounding you in a heavenly embrace, angels singing in the background every time his hands touch, grab, hold and caress every part of your body. And yet, even with such a difference, itâs perfect because itâs Jungkook. Youâve been waiting for this too long, which is why your hands creep beneath his crewneck, touching his tonified abdomen tentatively and enjoying the way goosebumps arise on his skin at the sensation of your fingers trailing patterns wherever they caress. Â
Itâs only fair that he pays attention to yours as well. Jungkookâs lips trail from your mouth onto your jawline, planting wet kisses on each space until he begins sucking on the skin of your neck, making you moan in the process. He chooses then that his new favorite sound is the way you voice out the pleasure he gives you. ââHurry up,ââ you say, ridding the bottom of the crewneck higher over his stomach, making him shiver at the sudden change of temperature.Â
Jungkook chuckles before completely getting rid of the material, ââCalm down,ââ he sighs as he gives you a sweet smile, ââYou know our moms could talk forever.ââÂ
You ogle his chest, admiring the way his training camps have obviously done wonders to his body. ââItâs not them Iâm talking about,ââ you correct him with a teasing smile that only makes his grin grow wider, chuckling at your impatience. Jungkook lets out a small gasp of surprise when your hands grasp at his shoulder blades, turning him around so you can back him until the back of his knees hit the edge of your bed. Itâs funny how he lets himself be bossed around by someone whoâs way smaller compared to his frame.
Jungkook finds leverage on his elbows splayed against the mattress, your knees resting on each side of his hips as you leaned into him and kissing him just as widely as you had done before. Jungkook could fill just how quick things were escalating, especially the way his crotch area was beginning to become a problem he couldnât possibly control at the moment, not with your own being directly on top of it. In any other situation he wouldâve apologized with an awkward laugh, but his breath hitches once your hips start grinding over him. Â
His hands make their way on the inside of your knitted sweater, provoking goosebumps on the exposed skin. You let out a shaky laugh, halting your movements so you can quickly get rid of the fabric as Jungkookâs eyebrows lift in surprise at your haste and then at the sight of your bra covered breasts. His hands are still steadily placed on each side of your waist, only brought up because your own had redirected them over your breasts, hoping he gets the message on what you want him to do now.  Â
Jungkook hesitantly squeezed one of the round globes, provoking a small moan to come from out of your lips. He wishes to hold you as close as he possibly can because the idea of ever being away from you again has been his main fear as of lately. But he refrains, you look so delicate and he feels like you could easily break. He stares at your body lovingly and your cheeks heat up at the way his eyes ogle your chest like a kid in a candy story. You give his arm a light slap and he chuckles, leaning over you to place a passionate kiss on your lips.
âYouâre beautiful,â he says frankly. It doesnât help to dissipate the flush on your face, but the compliment doesnât bother you in the slightest. Jungkook leans in to trail kisses past your collarbones and into the swell of your breasts, making you bite your lip with anticipation. He looks at you asking for permission and you nod quickly with parted lips as you start to become impatient for him to make his next move. Jungkook lowers the cups of your breasts, freeing your hardened nipples and immediately envelopes one of them with his lips. âMphâ!â A sigh escapes your lips as you try to memorize the way his tongue traces over your tit. He pays attention to your other one, fingers rolling over the bud and pinching ever so often.Â
You can feel your panties damp by then, trespassing into the fabric of the black leggings youâre wearing over them. Reaching behind your back, you fumble in unclasping the hooks of the now uncomfortable bra. Jungkookâs forced to stop the undivided attention he had places on your breasts to look at you like heâs lost, why are you going so fast?Â
Once your hands delve with the buckle of his belt, he has to hold on to your wrists with a firm grasp, ââWhat are you doing?ââ He asks with quick breath, you blink stoically towards him.Â
ââUhâgetting you naked?ââ You answer with a nonchalant tone, but his hands donât let go and your demeanor changes, ââD-Did you not want this?ââ Your voice turns smaller, embarrassed that maybe you had pressured him into something he didnât want to participate in.Â
Jungkook quickly shakes his head no, ââNo, I-I do want this! Itâs justâyouâre going so fast,ââ he tries to explain, ââIâve been waiting for this for too long, I donât wanna rush.ââ Your eyes lit up at the revelation as he waits for you to answer back, only for his back to hit the comforter with a small thud, giggling at the way you urgently kiss him again, but this time with much more care.Â
ââWhy didnât you say so before, stupid?ââ You mumble with a sheepish look, ââI thought it was just going to beânevermind, I need you right now.ââ You have to force yourself from spitting out any details that could possibly ruin the moment between you two, deciding to wait instead for any emotional confessions you want to make.Â
He switches positions between the two, panting as he brings you down to the mattress and Jungkook can feel the goosebumps on your skin, whether from the coldness of the room or because of the sheer electricity of his hands caressing your body like it was molded just right for him. He dips his hand lower, cupping your clothed heat on his hand. It makes you tremble and you whine, encouraging him to keep going.Â
âBaby, youâre really wet,â he comments with a teasing tone and you pout at him. His fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings and he pulls them down as he travels with them, greeted by the sight of the damp cloth of your panties. He exhales with content, caressing your thighs in an up and down motion. You twist underneath him and he has to hold your hips down to calm you down, âPatience is a virtue.âÂ
âIâve been too patient, do someâAh!â Your whining is interrupted once Jungkook moves your underwear to the side holding it with his free hand, fingers coming to trace the slick covering your pussy lips. He becomes entranced with the transparent gooey liquid, bringing them close to his face as he separates his fingers and sees a strand connecting between them. âGuk-ah, p-pleaseâŚâ Your needy voice brings him back to reality, delving his fingers back into your exposed heat but this time with intent.Â
Jungkookâs thumb lifts the hood covering your clit, mouth coming down to give it a small tentative kiss. That action alone has you writhing above him, it makes him chuckle to himself as he dives back in. The moans you let out are loud and clear inside your bedroom, thankful that itâs only you and him inside your house. Your hand pulls at his hair, making him groan against you and the vibrations are felt throughout your body, only adding to the euphoric pleasure you already possess. His fingers trace the inside of your thighs until they reach your entrance, circling the fluttering hole which makes you pull at his hair harder and with your other you hold on to the bedsheets of the comforter tightly into your fist.Â
Jungkookâs tongue is still working your engorged bud, but he focuses his eyes on you as he dips the first finger inside you. âOhâfuck,â you let out in a breathy moan. He tries to maintain a rhythm between his two ministrations, but itâs hard when he wants to focus on all of them at once. ââNother, please,â you begged once he let your clit rest, quickly following your request by adding another into your warm heat. He lets out a breathless chuckle as he notices how easy it is to thrust both fingers inside of you, your whole crotch area is covered in slick and his wet chin is a dead giveaway to where he was seconds ago.Â
He watches you unravel over him with such adoration, not even his wettest dreams or dirtiest fantasies could prepare him for this. Seven minutes in heaven he plans to stay in forever. âGuk-ah, I wanâ you. I-Inside, please.â You plead with teary eyes, and he slowly stops, removing his arousal covered fingers from inside you as he makes you sigh in the process. He kisses you again and again, your hazy brain is probably hallucinating all of this right now, but damn is it good. You tug at the crewneck heâs wearing, heâs too overdressed for this occasion. He tends to your demands, quickly getting rid of all the layers of clothing that stop him from being inside of you fully.Â
âI donât have aââÂ
âIâm on the pill.â
You both speak at the same time, making each other chuckle. Jungkook gulps at the idea of taking you raw as the first time together, and you salivate at his hardened length; the head already oozing precum out and you want nothing more than to wrap your lips around it and lick the tip up. Youâre just about to when Jungkook quickly grabs your wrist to stop you from reaching him, you look up at him with the big sparkly eyes he has loved for too long.Â
âI justâI wanna be inside you right now,â he sheepishly admits, and you smile with a nod; sharing the sentiment. You back up until your head rests on the pillows comfortably, relaxing into the mattress as you wait for Jungkook to ready himself. He places a kiss on your lips before placing a hand next to your head, using it as leverage above you. His free hand takes his cock and rubs the tip along your folds, making you squirm with anticipation. Jungkook chuckles, âAre you ready?â He asks with a sweet smile.Â
âIâve always been,â you whisper, your hand tucking a strand of his long hair behind his ear.Â
A caress to his cheek as he nods, slowly pushing the head of his dick into you. You bite into your lip hard, itâs been a while since you had sex with someone and Jungkookâs size and girth was different from the rest. Your walls are tight around him and he has a tough time trying to reach the hilt with you squeezing him so hard, âBaby, relax for me.â He pleads and you nod apologetically, breathing in deep as you feel him reach parts inside of you, you didnât know existed. Once heâs all the way in, he waits for you to give him the go ahead while he presses kisses into your heated cheek. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a nod, letting him know he was allowed to start thrusting.
Jungkook manages to hit all the right places, keeping a steady pace as he enters and exits you each time. Youâre left to moan and writhe underneath him, letting him take you as he pleases. Your kisses become messy, teeth biting into each otherâs lips, teeth grazing against each other as you both tried to fight for the dominant position. Itâs that heavy makeout that incites you to push at his shoulders, making him turn in his back, exiting you in the process. Jungkook pants, chest rising and falling with quickness as you straddle his lap, arms connecting behind his neck.Â
âYou always want to win, right?â He chuckles with half lidded eyes, enjoying the way your pussy lips grinded over his twitching length. You bat your eyelashes at him, offering him an innocent smile. The same technique that used to get you everything you wanted when you were younger. Same determination as you seek for whatâs yours. Heâs under you after all, still a victim to your charms.
Jungkook takes the bulbous head of his cock and teases it in your clit, if you werenât holding on to him tight you wouldâve collapsed into his chest. And by the way you moan his name out, he knows youâll always look for him no matter the weather. âWhat a pretty girl,â he coos into your hair and you pinch his nipple in retaliation which only makes him groan in return. âMy pretty girl.â He states before sinking himself deep into you again, sighing at the feeling of your hips circling over him. His rough hands guide them as you bounce up and down his length, moaning every time you rose and hissing when you came back down.Â
He makes sure to keep this image engraved on his head forever. Your breasts bouncing over his face, your thighs working extra hard to keep up with his thrusts, and the way your sounds bounced off the walls of your bedroom.Â
âYouâre doing s-so good, baby.â Jungkook praises you, kneading your ass cheek. âTaking my cock s-so well,â he falls into a trance of admiring the way his length would appear and disappear inside of you, covered in a thick layer of your arousal. It makes him drill into you faster, sitting properly against the bedâs headboard as he takes your hips with force. Heâs too turned on to keep treating you so delicately, and the way you moan and pant at the increase in speed only lets him know you enjoy him like this way more. âI-Is it good, baby? Am I-I fucking you well?â He asks in between rapid thrusts, your thighs had given out by then.Â
You nod and a whimper escapes your lips, âY-yes, Guk-Ah. S-so good, feels amazing.â Your praise is honest, the fucked out tone in your voice is a clear indicator of how well of a job he was doing. A minute longer and youâll be right on cloud nine, never wanting to come back down. âWanna cum Guk-Ah, pleaââ Thereâs no need for you to even finish your sentence because his thumb rubs your clit in figure eights, making you groan with the intensified feeling of his hips circling inside you deliciously. You can almost see the blinding white light ahead as Jungkook kisses you feverishly. You feel tears escape the corners of your high, the familiar feeling tickling inside you as Jungkookâs thrusts donât let up. ââAh! Yes, yes, fuck,ââ you cry out once your orgasm hits. Jungkook holds you close to his chest, trying to soothe your shaking body with his arms. Your walls squeeze and relax continuously around him, it serves him as the impulse he needs to chase his own high.Â
ââI love you, Jungkook,ââ you confess in between panting breaths, ââso much.ââÂ
His release shoots out and he groans, digging crescent moons into your hips. You hiss at the sensation, but giggle at how his eyes are screwed shut and brows still furrowed together, as if he was holding on to the last of his orgasm. In reality, Jungkook is just hoping that once he opens his eyes youâll still be in his arms. Your fingers tilting his head to face you are very much real, he sees spots once he opens his eyes as they adjust to the roomâs lighting.Â
ââI love you too.ââ He says with a fixed gaze and you coo at how perfect this is.
Youâre twenty-two when Jungkookâs finally yours.
Youâre both twenty-three and itâs another weekend spent at his apartment, heâs been playing for three hours now and youâve given up on having him pay attention to you. Deciding to switch your plan around and join him instead, if only he would let you play.
ââJungkook, you said it was going to be my turn five rounds ago!ââ You complain with a pout, crossing your arms across your chest.Â
His gaze is still stuck on the T.V screen, ââBaby, shhh, youâre gonna make me lose.ââ He mumbles as he tries to remain concentrated on the game in hand, but he can hear your humphâs from behind him, ââPatience is aâââ
ââVirtue, yeah, who cares.ââ You interrupt him with a roll of your eyes, familiar with the saying a little too well. ââHope you remember that for later tonight,ââ you add in a mumble, but he doesnât hear it because of the loud sounds coming from the game on the screen.Â
ââWhat did you say, babe?ââ He asks with a raised brow, hitting the buttons of the controller with expert ease.Â
ââIâll call your mom and tell her you donât wanna share.ââ You joke with a threatening voice, but Jungkook knows better than to take your words so lightly. He pauses the game and turns to look at you with an are you serious? expression on his face, you giggle as youâve finally got what you wanted.Â
He apologizes by covering your face with kisses, pleading for you not to tell on him with his mom. You promise not to do so this time, knowing that the woman was probably tired of having to scold his son at his big age.Â
Plus, ever since Jungkook surprised you with the almost exact replica of the Valentineâs Day card you gave him all those year back, youâve taken advantage to tease him even more knowing heâs at your beck and call. You always remind him that he came close because the stickers he used were not like the ones you had, but he remembered to add the hearts on the Iâs so thatâs good enough.Â
ââAlright you can play, butâ!ââ He says after he finishes his attack of kisses, ââIâll be your guide, I canât risk you messing my record up, no offense baby.ââ None taken as you nod excitedly, youâll always take whatever chance he gives you.Â
Jungkookâs finally learned how to share his toys after all.
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Tattletale | (dark)stepbrother!Sam Wilson x reader
summary: your step-brother was kind enough to let you stay at his apartment just off-campus when you began your freshman year of college where he was a senior. unfortunately, his kindness ran out when he learned about your secret side-hustle.
word count: 4.7k
warnings: smut!! (noncon/heavy dubcon and stepcest, theyâre not biologically related but were raised from adolescence as siblings), facefucking, slapping, choking, degradation, coercion, DP (with a toy), anal play, possessive behavior, unprotected creampie, lots of crying/implied dacryphilia
this is a dark fic containing triggering topics, please do not read if this would be triggering for upsetting for you in any way.
Your step-brother (and roommate⌠and technically your landlord) wasnât usually home when you got back from your Econ class, so you jumped a bit when you saw him nursing a beer in your shared living room; apparently, he was waiting for you.
âHey, Sammy,â you greeted sheepishly, suddenly feeling self-conscious when his eyes raked over your bodyâ it was hot out, so you just had on a tank top and cut-off shorts, but now you wish youâd covered up more.
âHey,â he nodded back, setting the beer down and leaning back on the couch, âyou got time to talk for a minute?â
His tone made you a little nervous, but his casual body language set you at ease. He probably just wanted to ask if you could stay somewhere else over the weekend so he could have a girl over, or maybe he needed your help with one of his more difficult assignmentsâ though frankly, you probably couldnât help much with a senior-level project. âSure,â you shrugged, setting your backpack down and slipping off your shoes to join him on the couch. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing, really, I just feel like we donât talk as much as we used to,â he explained with a little sigh. Something about the way he glanced to the side for a moment made you wonder if he was being completely transparent. âRemember when we were younger and we talked all the time? Or when I moved away to start here and we called every day? I miss thatâŚâ
You smiled a little, moving closer on the couch to rest your hand on his. âMe too,â you admitted. âI just figured you saw me as your annoying little sister.â
âI do,â he laughed, âbut, you know, we used to be really close! You used to tell me everything. And now⌠now I donât think you tell me everything.â
Your suspicion that this was more directed than he let on was growing, but you wanted to be close again, too, so you let it continue. âWell, weâre older now so itâs not quite the sameâŚâ
âI guess itâs normal for siblings to grow apart when theyâre adults, but, I donât know⌠I guess I just didnât see it coming with us. And now that Iâm letting you live here I thought it would be like old times; to be honest, that was part of why I had you move in in the first place.â
Just as you started to shift away, he flipped his hand and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from pulling away. âSammy,â you whispered in shock, leaning back as much as you could even as he moved in closer.
âI think itâs the least you can do to be honest with me, sis,â he hissed.
âIâ I donât know what youâre talking about,â you protested, your gut sinking in fear of being reprimanded by him. He was so friendly 99% of the time, but you were still terrified of those few memories you had of him getting angry with you. Disappointing him was one of your greatest fears.
Sam laughed, but he didnât exactly seem amused. âStop playing dumb, honey, I think you know what this is about.â
âI⌠I donâtâŚâ you stammered, your heart dropping further when he reached for his phone.
âGot a text from Steve today,â he explained as he unlocked it. âWanna guess what it was?â
You swallowed dryly, more sure than ever that it was what you dreaded most. âI donât know, SamâŚâ
âIâll give you a hint,â he grimaced, reading something from the screen. âKinky virgin horny for cock, 18, freshman at NYU.â
You looked away but he instantly grabbed your face and turned you to look at him. âYou know, I let you live here while you were in college so you could get an education. Not be a fucking slut. Did you think I wouldnât find your OnlyFans? Steve found it first, god knows what he did with these pictures before he sent them to me. Is this what you wanted? Any guyâ even a guy we knowâ to get off to these pictures?â
Your shoulders slumped and your chest deflated as you started to cry. âIâm s-so sorry, Sammyââ
âDonât call me that,â he sneered. âHow stupid are you? Did you think these would stay private? Guys trade these all the time, theyâre never secret for long. How long have you been doing this, huh? Mustâve been a while considering the sheer magnitude of content. Looks like your first post was on your 18th birthdayâ Jesus fucking Christ, you couldnât wait a minute could you? I was there that day⌠when did you sneak off to take this little number, huh?â
You didnât want to look as he turned the phone to you, but his hand tight around your wrist was a reminder not to struggle too hard. You remembered taking the photo, and it had been during your party. The idea of how wrong it would be to strip down in your parentâs bathroom to snap a picture in the mirror had only been more encouraging at the time. For some reason you hadnât considered that someone would find it; you cringed at the idea that Steve saw you entirely nude, let alone your brother. It was humiliating.
âAnd what about this one, huh? How fucking slutty are you?â he spat, pulling up another picture and shoving the phone in your face as you were confronted with the image of you on your bed with your legs spread, fingers toying with your clit. âYou really donât leave anything to the imagination.â
âSam, I didnâtâ you werenât supposed toââ
âJust stop talking. I can barely look at you right now,â he shook his head. âThis stuff is seriously depraved, sis. The idea of all these guys drooling all over my little sister⌠and you actually encouraged them, the fuck is wrong with you?â
Tears poured down your face, and you felt like the anger radiating off of him would burn your skin somehow. Â
âAnd donât give me some stupid fucking sob story about how youâre doing this to pay for school when I know damn well that mom and dad pay for your classes and I pay your fucking rent. You didnât do it for money; you did it for fun. You did it âcause youâre a shameless fucking slut.â
ââM not,â you denied, âSam, reallyâ Iâm still a virgin, I donâtâ you know I donât do that.â
âYou just fantasize about it. And chat with strangers online about it. And make videos going on and on about how bad you wanna get fucked.â
You shuddered as you realized: âYou watched one of my videos?â
He grinned and pulled you closer. âBaby⌠I watched all of them.â
Completely at a loss for words, you silently tried to squirm away only for him to wrap his other arm around you and pull you closer, ignoring your sobs of fear and confusion.
âYouâre actually sorta talented, for a dumb little virgin who had no idea what sheâs getting herself into,â he purred against your ear, starting to push up your tank top.
âN-no,â you whimpered, âSam, stopâ Iâm sorry. Iâll delete the account, Iâm sorry.â
âToo late for apologies, little sis,â he cooed, âitâs not just the account. Itâs that you made those posts from my apartment, you took those pictures in the room that I gave you. Not to mention the way you walk around in these tight clothes, teasing me just because you can. This goes way deeper than a few dirty pictures, sweetheart, and you know it.â
When you tried to wriggle away again, he seemed to exert nearly no effort at all to be able to spin you around and pull you down into his lap, where the shape of his hard cock pressing against your ass was obvious. âSam, s-stop, this isnât funny.â
âDamn right it isnât funny, Iâm dead fucking serious,â he growled against your ear. âWhat was it that you said in your most recent video, the one where you were wearing a collar and using that gaudy pink vibe on your clit? âI need your cock to ruin my hole, daddyâ... am I remembering that right?â
Hesitantly, you nodded, and he laughed darkly against your ear as he pulled your hips into his. Â
âSay it, then. Like you said it in the video.â
âSam, noââÂ
âNo?â he repeated incredulously. âYou canât say no to me, honey. Cause if you do, Iâm gonna send all these pictures and videos to mom and dad, tell them all about how their precious little angel is selling her ass on the Internet with the phone they pay for and the laptop they bought. What are they gonna say to that? Think theyâll take you back after that, let you stay with them when I kick you out? As if. So unless you think one of these creeps online is gonna give you a place to stay, seems like Iâm your only option.â
You choked on a sob as you cried harder, hating that he was right. Â
âSo you need to start doing what youâre told, or youâre gonna end up doing a lot worse with someone much less generous than me, got it?â
Terrified of him but unable to imagine the alternative, you nodded.
âThen. Fucking. Say it.â
âIâŚâ you began, sounding weak and weepy compared to the original video you were quoting, âI need your cock⌠to ruin my hole⌠daddy.â
âEh, needs improvement but itâs a start,â he shrugged, throwing you down onto the couch and climbing on top of you. When you tried to protest, or at least turn around to face him, he slapped your ass harshly and it stung even through the denim shorts. âI have needs too, sis. Canât hardly get any when youâre here all damn day being a fucking cockblock. And frankly, since you started dressing like this and acting like a whore, I havenât even been able to think about anybody else⌠canât get hard for anyone but my slutty little sister.â
He leaned down to press his body against yours, pinning you against the cool leather by your shoulders. Â
âSteve told me about your account weeks ago, babe⌠Iâve been getting off to your cute little pictures ever since.â
It made you wince, but it made him laugh. Shame and fear and disgust swirled in your gut and made you nauseous, his grip on you tight enough to leave a bruise as he dug his fingertips into your skin. When he sat back up, he started pulling at your jean shorts roughly, ripping them slightly as he shoved them down to your thighs.
âWow, look at this pretty little ass,â he groaned. âA thousand guys have seen it, but itâs better in person.â He slapped you again on either cheek, hard enough to make you yelp. âWhatâs the matter, sis, I thought you liked being spanked? You talk about it all the time. You talk about how you want me to spank you raw and leave marks all over your body, hurt you and break you and claim you.â
âIâ I wasnât talking about you,â you defended, remembering how you always addressed the viewer when dirty talking in your videos, but keeping it generic enough that any guy could imagine it was him.
âThen who did you think about when you got off? Who was it that got you wet for your videos?â he pressed. âBecause youâre wet right now⌠and Iâm the only one here.â
You shook your head, you tried to speak to deny it, but words escaped you as he flipped you around and hovered above your face.
âDo you get wet for anybody, baby, is that it? Will you spread your legs for any cock? Or do you just have a special place in your cunt for your big brother?â
Your stunned silence earned you a slap to the face, sending your head spinning to the side as your cheek stung and burned. Just as the heat of the impact really started to get to you, he hit you on the other side, and again, until you finally gave him an answer: âYou!â you yelped suddenly. âYou, Sam, just you!â
He laughed a little, leaning down and capturing your lips in an unexpected, dominating kiss. It was awkward and sloppy, exactly the sort of kiss one would expect when it was forced; just as passionless and confused on your end as a kiss to your step-sibling should be. But he moaned against you and forced his tongue deeper into your mouth, hands coming down to grope your tits through your tank top and bra. Trying to push him away was beyond useless, and he slapped you again without even breaking his lips away from yours. Soon he was reaching to pull down your topâ no, wait, he was tearing through it, and your bra snapped like a rubber band against his strength. When he grabbed your breasts again, without any clothing in the way this time, your nipples were hard and sensitive between his fingers; it was so obvious that he smiled into the kiss, biting your lip playfully. âWow, you really do like this. Your step brotherâs forcing himself on you and youâre such a whore that youâre actually into it.â
He slapped your breast, just hard enough to sting, and you cried out; he did it again and your back arched.
âYeah, I knew you just needed to be put in your place, little sis. Just needed me to fix your attitude, thatâs all.â He wrapped his hand around your neck, not squeezing enough to cut off airflow but obviously threatening it, before leaning down to whisper in your ear: âget on the ground, on your knees.â
Even for what was left of your virginal innocence, you knew what he wanted. Wordlessly, your only sounds the weak little sobs that shook your chest, you slipped out from beneath him and onto the floor by the couch. He shifted to sit in front of you with wide legs, thick thighs spread as he looked down at you with an expression of anticipation. Â
âGet on with it, honey, I know you know how. Seen you choke on your toys a thousand times.â
After taking a stabilizing breath to cope with what was happening, shivering from the cold air on your exposed upper half, you sat up slightly and reached for his belt. Youâd felt it pressed against you before, but now you could see the shape of his cock threatening to burst out of his jeans, so thick and long that you were confident he heard the little gasp you let out. And yet, you knew you had to trek forward, so you began to unclasp his belt before unzipping his fly. He lifted his hips to help you pull his pants and boxers down, but other than that he was too busy stroking the side of your face with his fingers in a move much too delicate for the situation. You stopped breathing for a second when you saw the size of him, his cock bouncing up when you released it to slap against his stomach.
âSam, I canât,â you sighed, starting to back away, âIâve neverâ it wonât fit.â
âNah, baby, itâs okay,â he encouraged gently, pulling you closer, âyou can take it just fine. Just open your mouth, sisâŚâ
He guided the tip of his cock between your lips, still swollen from his bruising kiss, and you whimpered when you felt his warm skin against your tongue, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked out slow and steady.
âYeah, just like that, now go ahead and suck on me,â he instructed, groaning when you closed your lips and hollowed your cheeks, using your tongue to tease the slit like youâd read online was a good thing to do. He chuckled and bucked up into you, holding your head as he started to pump his hips and slowly fill your mouth to the brim. âSee, you can do itâ now choke on it.â
When he pushed in until you gagged, your first instinct was to push on his thighs and try to get away for air, but he held you down as he hissed through his teeth.
âI know you can take all of me in your throat if you just stop fucking fighting,â he hissed, slapping you one more time which caused your throat to open up in shockâ and it was just enough for him to shove in deeper, groaning at the feeling. âYeah, thatâs it⌠fuckâŚâ he sighed, moving his hips faster. The struggle for air made your eyes water (although you hadnât really had much of a chance to stop crying in the first place) as your grip on his thighs tightened. âI bet your pussy is getting so wet for me right now,â he chuckled, âI bet you love choking on my cock, huh?â
You tried to shake your head but you couldnât really move much; he pulled you off of his length by your hair, just in time to give you a much-needed sputtering gasp for air.
âFuck, Iâd love to fill that pretty throat with my come,â he smiledâ a sinister sort of grin that made you shudder as you looked up with him, feeling spit and pre-cum on your lips and chinâ âbut I know what you want. Since youâve spent all year begging to lose your virginity on the internet, I figure Iâll be nice and give you what youâve been asking for.â
Before you could even begin to consider a response to that, he hoisted you up and threw you back onto the couch, spreading your legs as you looked away in shame.
âYep, I was right, youâre fuckinâ soaked,â he laughed. âYou nasty little slut, are you actually getting off on this? Wow.â
A renewed sense of âdear god this cannot happenâ shot through you as he leaned down and slid his cock over your folds, teasing your clit with his swollen head. âSam, stop, pleaseâŚâ
âIâm kind of getting tired of you begging,â he hissed as he leaned down, glaring right into your eyes as you froze beneath him. âIâm obviously not going to stop,â he explained as his hand slipped around your throat, âyou dumb fucking bitch.â
Your ability to fight back was taken with your opportunity to breathe, his strong fingers cutting off blood flow to your head quickly as he clamped down on your neck. Instantly you clawed at his hand, your vision starting to go a little spotty, and he laughed at you coldly before letting go. And when he finally did, his hand moved instead to hold both your wrists above your head while the other guided his cock into your pulsing entrance. When he pushed his hips forward, the air was punched from your lungs as your back arched, a sharp pain reverberating over your body from the stretch of him inside you.
âFuck!â he groaned, pushing in deeper, slow but consistent. âYouâre tight, baby, you really did need a cock to ruin this hole, huh? Fuck, âm gonna, just hold stillâŚâ
But how could you hold still, when every instinct had you moving your hips to try to push his cock out, your hands tightening into fists as they tried to fight against his strength. Of course, now that he was inside, he had a second arm to hold you down with, but the terrifying thing was that he really only needed the one. âSam!â you sobbed, your own voice sounding foreign with the way it wavered and cracked.
âYeah, baby, thatâs me inside you,â he purred, âthatâs your big brotherâs cock tearing up this little pussyâŚâ
When he roughly shoved the rest of himself inside, the tip of his cock found the end of you and your eyes shot open. He smiled down at you as he examined your face; twisted in pain, and glistening with tears turned greyish-black by your mascara.
âNone of your toys ever went this deep in you before, huh? Poor thing, shouldâve known you were all talk⌠you donât even know how to take those big cocks you drool over. I canât even imagine what youâll be like when I put this in your ass.â
He cackled at the pure terror that danced over your expression, and the way your walls tightened around him briefly. Â
âRelax, sis, not today. Iâm just sayinâ, if you want me to keep my mouth shut to mom and dad, youâre gonna have to keep me happy. Lucky for you, Iâm very happy right now, snug inside this sweet little cunt of yoursâŚâ he trailed off, leaning down to kiss your cheek and moving to suck on your ear, bite your neck, lick up and down over your pulse. He was waiting, you realized, for your body to relax so he could move inside you with less resistance. You were a little surprised he didnât just jackhammer into you with no regard for your pain, but you had a feeling that part was coming soon anyways.
He reached down to pull your legs up, guiding them to wrap around his hips, and the new angle forced his cock a little deeper which made you squeal. The sound morphed into a stuttered moan, however, when he pulled back out of you slowly, savoring every detail of your walls as he sighed against your skin.
When he slammed back home, your nails dug into your own palms.
âBaby,â he whispered, âyouâre close, arenât you? Just from this. You always came so fast in your videosâŚâ
Irritatingly, he was right; your walls were flexing as more slick coated his thick shaft, dripping down until you could hear the wetness whenever his hips slapped into yours. You couldnât help it, considering how he pushed right into your g-spot with every stroke inside you, hitting every sensitive place harder and better than any toy ever had.
âSee, baby? We were made for each other,â he cooed. âYou were made to take this cock. You were meant to be my little fucktoy.â
You hated the way his words only added to your pleasure, pushing you right up to the edgeâ which his cock slamming all the way into you one last time finally sent you over.
âOh, fuck,â he gasped when he felt the force of your orgasm, smiling pridefully as your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back against the couch. âSo sensitive, sweetheart, and so fucking wet for meâŚâ
He fucked you faster andâ somehowâ deeper, chasing his own release with aggressive thrusts into you. Each of his low grunts against your ear sent shivers down your spine, your legs around him tightening to pull him closer.
Just as you thought he might find his rhythm for a while and maybe, if you were lucky, be finished with you soon, he pulled out quickly and patted your thigh. âHands and knees, baby,â he instructed, watching you shakily turn around and lift yourself on weak arms. It was short-lived, though, as he pushed your face back down into the couch cushion, forcing your back into a dramatic arch that made you feel like your body was on display for him. As if that wasnât nerve-wracking enough, you couldnât even see him much anymore, which meant you had no idea what he was reaching for when he leaned backâ but you heard what it was when he turned it on. âOh, you recognize this?â he mused. âIt was my favorite of everything I saw you use.â
He rubbed the vibrator over your folds slowly, chuckling a little when you jolted each time it brushed against your clit. You didnât really understand why he would want to fuck you with a vibe when he seemed to have been enjoying doing it himself; but then he slid it up a little higher, to your other hole, and you gasped. âS-Sam,â you pleaded.
âI know you took it here before. I watched you do it. I even heard you the night you filmed itâ these walls are thinner than you think, sis.â
Shame burned on your face as you imagined him listening to you put something up your ass for the first time, only for him to see the video the next morning when you uploaded it.
âDo you think itâs gonna feel different when I put it in while I fuck you?â he mused, pushing the vibrating tip of it into your hole. Thankfully it was pretty slender, so the stretch wasnât bad, but the vibrations were strong enough that you could feel them everywhere, and you realized he would be able to feel them, too, while he was inside you. âYouâre gonna be so fuckinâ full, sis, stuffed to the brim just like you wanted.â
He pushed the toy in deeper until your hands clutched at the sofa beneath you, which was apparently his cue to guide his cock back into your drenched pussy. Just as he promised, you felt so full that you had no idea how to cope with it, your legs shaking as you tried not to collapse beneath him.
âFuuuuuck,â he groaned, moving himself and the toy at alternating paces inside you as you mindlessly drooled onto the cushion, your overstimulated body barely able to handle the sensations he was forcing upon you. âYou like being my little fucktoy, donât you? Youâre so pretty like this, so pretty being used just like you deserve.â
âSammy, please,â you sobbed, barely intelligible as you couldnât really string your thoughts together anymore.
âYou want more, huh? Needy little slut,â he snarled, but the way he said it almost sounded like a compliment. It certainly made your heart swell as if it was. He fucked you faster, then, and pushed the vibrator as deep into your ass as it would go until you were sobbing and blubbering and basically just a complete mess beneath him. âKeep squeezinâ me so tight and Iâm gonna come inside you, sweetheart,â he moaned.
Some part of your brain was still aware enough to know that that was not a good idea, but you didnât even really think to tell him not to because you knew he would anyway. Finally, you had accepted that he was going to do whatever he wanted with you and your resistance only brought out his crueler side. Â
âFuck, come again for me,â he demanded, âcome on my cock while I come inside youâ thatâs it, cream on my fucking cock while I fill you up, slut.â
It was jarring, the way his words suddenly knocked you over the edge again as you cried out, fresh tears filling your eyes and joining the damp spot beneath your face on the couch. You felt both your holes clenching around the intrusions he had filled them with, your head going fuzzy and your limbs going numb from the intensity of your peak; waves of warmth washed over you as you slumped down a little bit, the distant sound of his praises just barely reaching your ringing ears.
His free hand held your hips tightly while the other kept pumping the vibrator into you, and even through all the overwhelming stimuli going on at the moment, you could feel his cock beginning to flex deep inside you. Each pump of his come painting the deepest parts of you coincided with a low moan from him, the sound so cruelly perfect and forcing your channel to clamp down on him, weakly, one last time.
âFuck, babyâŚâ he groaned as he caught his breath, turning off the vibrator before slowly pulling it out of you and tossing it aside. He kept his cock inside for longer, though, as he rubbed your ass and back gently. âYouâre gonna be such a good little fucktoy for me, sis, I just know it.â
He let you drop when he pulled out of you, your spent body limp and leaking on the couch as he stared down at you.
âI think you need a shower, sweetheart,â he chuckled. âBut first, you need to give me the password to your OnlyFans so I can help you delete it, okay baby? We donât need anybody else looking at whatâs mine.â
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Illicit affairs
A/N Hellooooo! I havenât written in a while but enjoy this little sad piece inspired by Taylor Swift! Thank you for all the love! I hope you guys are doing well! Feel free to leave a kind message in my inbox â¤ď¸
Y/N was a new intern at Colombia records when she met Harry Styles. Their relationship takes a turn however, when they start an affair.
Tw: Cheating
Thank you @harrysleftchelseaboot for letting me participate in your writing challenge! For any writers out there who want to give it a go make sure to check it out! I would love to read some new work.Â
Prompts:
âBe a good girl and spread your legs for me.â
âIâd punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.â
âI didnât mean for this to happen.â
âLeave.â
Note: I do not condone cheating whatsoever! Please mind that this story is fictional! As much as it makes me sad to paint Harry as a cheater, itâs part of this storyline I thought of as I listened to Taylorâs album, Folklore.
Word count: 5k / Masterlist
Y/N never knew she was going to be in this type of predicament. Falling asleep every night in a manâs arms, only to wake up alone in her cold sheets at dawn. For some odd reason, his vanilla scent smothered her atmosphere every time, leaving her in a subspace-like condition. She found her thoughts easily shifting to him or feeling the need to touch him. Sheâs whipped but sadly also clingy.Â
Does she have an excuse to feel this way? She was only 21 when she began working as an intern at this manâs record label. He was her first serious relationship and although he was married -there always seemed to be a weird tension between them.
It all started when she was assigned to follow Rob Stringer through his meetings in 2017...nonetheless she met Mr. Harry Styles. One of the members of the biggest boy band, One Direction. She knew exactly who he was, especially since he was sexualized by the media too often at an early stage of his career. She knew his first solo album was a hit and that in her job description, she had to be present at every interview he had. She also knew that the ring on his finger was a symbol of love for his wife that he married a year ago.Â
Months on end, she barely spoke to him. She was shy -feeling as if her personality would bore Mr.Styles. One night however as the team went out to celebrate his last show for live on tour, he himself invited her.Â
They were at a club in New York -A very private one to be exact when Harry found himself too interested in the quiet intern. To be honest, his life at home (when he was there) wasnât what he planned for. His wife was too busy, only fighting him whenever he stepped foot inside. She barely had any more interests in his music or his life -and suddenly, it felt like two strangers living in that mansion. It wasnât an excuse for him to keep glancing at the girl as she danced with her co-workers nor was it an excuse for him to buy her a drink. Funny enough, he always thought of himself as a hopeless romantic since he was waiting for that particular someone to love him back once again and save his marriage. But before he could stop himself, he was already walking towards the girls dancing on the floor and getting to know them.
After that night at the club, Y/N felt different towards Mr. Styles. Of course, she was still intimidated but she now knew him on a more personal level, leading her to call him Harry instead. That night as they sat in one the booth upstairs, she listened to his jokes and stories and it made her start to have a little crush on him. But hey, he was married and she would never want to ruin a relationship.Â
As her days became busier at Columbia -sorting papers and running for Coffee, She always glanced at the elevator hoping Harry Styles would come out and was in need of a conversation with Rob in person. She knew he probably called her boss though the phone but her brain was rummaging for ideas why he would start appearing in her life once again. That was until one day she heard Gina and Louise in the staff room during break talking about Harry coming in tomorrow. Boy, did her heart began to beat fast. Maybe, it was manifestation but she was a bit too excited to see him again as itâs been a couple of months since she last saw him.Â
~
âY/N,â Rob calls out for her as he plays with a pen in his hand. âMeet me in the main conference room in five minutes. I need you to note down my meeting today.â He gives her a small smile and quickly walks off. She knew full well that this meeting was about Harry Styles.Â
As she sat beside Rob at the long table, she realized that the whole table was filled with people from publicity and other departments. Right in front of her was the man sheâs been thinking of, beside him was his manager. Itâs not like she was deeply infatuated with him but she did love thinking about his pretty eyes.Â
Matter of fact, as she first glanced at him, her eyes already met his. He was smiling and staying quiet as the meeting immediately began but his fingers played with his pen as he watched her. She was too focused on the shittier details of what they were discussing. He wanted to tell her so badly that she didnât need to write some things down but he was having fun watching her bite her lip in stress. He wasnât smooth though. Since she was already feeling his gaze burning through her.Â
As the meeting went on, Harry became a bit more serious about why he came into the office. They were in the talks of his new second album and now, they had to plan publicity and tour. Some of the staff even asked how his trip to Japan was and although he was so excited to share his fantastic experiences, it was sad to mention how his wife didnât even bother coming along.Â
âAre you not going to say hi to me?â Harry teases Y/N as theyâre the last ones to leave the conference room after their long meeting. She had to clean up the table while he chose to sit in his chair, pretending to do important things on his phone. When he waved bye to everyone as they left the room, he pointed at his phone, explaining he needed a few minutes to send âimportant emailsâ -he just wanted to catch up with his new friend, Y/N.
âHi.â She tries her best to act normal and unaffected by his presence. âSorry, I couldnât say hi earlier. When Rob said five minutes, I didnât know the meeting was already taking place.â Harry laughs at her apology since he wasnât petty at all for her lack of greeting today.Â
âI was just teasing. How are you?â
âIâve been good.â She smiles back at him as she tosses the last remainder of paper cups in the bin. âI think the last time I saw you was last year. Where have you been?â
âWhy did you miss me?â He raises his brow as he spins his chair a bit. He gives her a smirk as he watches her lean herself on the table.Â
âJust a bit. I loved watching your interviews.â She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms against her chest. âAt first I wanted to sleep through them but now I rather go through those back and forth instead of, filling random sheets out for Rob.â
âHeyy, I think Iâm pretty interesting during interviews.â
âOh no! Donât get me wrong you are! Itâs just you have such a raspy voice and you talk so slow! You can literally put me to bed anytime.â
âAm I talking slowly right now?â
âJust a bit. I havenât seen you in a while. I kind of forgot!â She laughs. â What else did you do other than Japan? Spent some time with your wife?â Y/N wasnât going to lie⌠bringing up his wife kind of made her uncomfortable but she knew this was a good way to get to know him in a friendly way.Â
Harry couldnât help but give out a humourless scoff as he rests his head back on the chair. His eyes, however, meet herâs again. She couldnât help but watch his adamâs apple bob up and down.Â
âMarriage is hard you know. If Iâm being honest with you, I havenât spoken to her in a week. Sheâs been on vacation, travelling in Europe I think with her best friends.â
âSheâs a model, right? She must have a lot of free time. Iâm sure she can make space for you.â Harry slaps his knee in sarcastic humour as he shakes his head at Y/Nâs innocent idea of who his wife truly is now. âIâm sorry. I guess itâs more complex than I thought. I havenât really been in a relationship at least a long term one.â
âAre you free tonight?â Harry asks her out of the blue.
âYes.âÂ
âCan I come over? We donât need to do anything but I would love to hang out with you and I donât know... forget I have all these responsibilities.â
âSure.â What Y/N didnât know that this night would forever change her relationship with Harry.
~
It was late in the night as Harry sat on Y/Nâs couch talking to her about everything. His life, his career, his marriage. Usually, it wasnât easy for him to open up so quickly to a stranger but for some odd feeling, his gut was telling him that he could trust this pretty girl beside him. Itâs like he knew she was trustworthy and non-judgemental.Â
Ever since he first noticed her during his meetings, he found himself involuntarily glancing at her. That was until he grew some balls and invited her to his after-party. Maybe, He did find her pretty and a bit too hot but even if his marriage is going through the rocks, he did not want to cheat. He didnât want to be that type of guy. Yet during his time in Japan, he found himself thinking of what would happen if he was single right now? Would he actually make a move on her?
âWhat are you thinking of?â The same woman calls him out as she takes a swing of the wine bottle into her mouth.Â
Yes, the found themselves enjoying Harryâs expensive red wine so now theyâre passing the bottle.Â
âYou.â He was a bit tipsy and so was she but they were still sober enough to choose their words properly.Â
âMe? Why me? Why not that hot model you call your wife.â
âShe left my mind before I even met you.â
âYet youâre still with her. Why?â
âI donât know.â He looks at her as he takes a sip of wine.Â
âOkay, so why are you thinking of me? Are you happy you have a new friend?â Her cheeks were very red at his confession but she was trying to make herself believe it was because of the alcohol.Â
âIâm happy that I finally got to know the girl who sat quietly in the corner during my interviews.â He smirks at her as he watches her try to hide a smile.Â
âI was intimidated by you!âÂ
âWhy was that, love?â Y/N was not expecting him to call her that. She places the almost empty wine bottle on her coffee table and sits back in her same position as sheâs wrapped in the same blanket Harry is. Â
âYouâre Harry Styles. Every woman is head over heels for you and Every man wants to be you.â
âAre you head over heels for me?â Harry squints his eyes as he says the first thing that comes out of his mouth. It wasnât his intention to flirt with her but they both knew they had overpowering chemistry. The only thing holding them back is well⌠Harryâs marriage.Â
âNo.â She bluffs. He continues to look at her. âFine, a bit but youâre married so I know how to control myself.âÂ
âWhat happens If I canât?â his tone drops as he mumbles to himself. âIâm sorry what?â Y/N chokes as she looks at him.Â
âI know Iâm married fuck.â He sits up and rubs his face in frustration. âItâs just I never wanted a girl so bad after my marriage. I shouldnât! I should be happily married but for some shit reason, I canât get my mind off of you.â
âHarry, thereâs consequences about what weâre talking about right now.â Y/N sits up as well as she watches him. Does it still count as cheating if his wife is barely in his life anymore?Â
âI know. Iâm sorry. I know you arenât that type of girl. I would never disrespect you like this. I should leave.â He begins to stand up immediately. Y/N says nothing as she follows him to the front door of her apartment.Â
âThank you for coming, Harry.â She opens the door to let him out. He simply nods as he walks past her through the door. As she watches him walk down her hallway, she closes the door. How was she feeling? Well, she was trying her best to not feel regret but instead relief. She leans her body on the wooden surface, trying to make herself feel happy that nothing happened between them -Yet her heart was beating too fast for a guy she had just met.
The loud pounding on her door, however, makes her head shut up. She immediately opens it to find no one other than the curly-haired man who had just left her apartment a minute ago.
He immediately grasps her face into his hands as he kisses her eagerly, making her shut the door behind him. His body quickly pushing herâs against the wall, as his lips attack her jaw down to her neck. Her hands resting on his shoulders as she leans her head back to give him more area to leave his soft licks and kisses.Â
âShit Y/N. Youâre making me go crazy.âÂ
âHarry.â She moans as he rubs himself against her centre. He whispers a command to her, making her jump and wrap her legs around his waist and he carries her to the first surface in his line of sight, which is her dining table. It was a dark wood wooden table that was meant only for eating purposes.
He helps her take off the sweater she was wearing as she throws it behind it her without a care. With her hand, she guides his mouth back to hers, making them both moan as this sexual tension is finally being relieved. Her nipples became hard in an instant as they felt the cold temperature.Â
âWhereâs your bedroom?â He pulls away as heâs unbuttoning his shirt. His mouth was open a little bit from their heated makeout and his lips were juicy pink after kissing her. He couldnât take his eyes off her.Â
âYou want to fuck me right here?â Y/N blurts. She wasnât the type to have sex with a new partner for the first time on her dining table but her room was a mess and she was a bit shy letting him in there.Â
âAre you that eager baby?â A smirk plays on his lips as he tosses his shirt. âWell If youâre that needy, why wonât you take off my pants?â Y/Nâs cheeks turn red as she reaches forward to unbuckle his jeans. âYou know, how fucking long Iâve been jerking off with my right hand?â Harry asks as his hand runs through her soft hair, letting his thumb rub against her pink plump lips.Â
âFor a long time, Daddy?â She murmurs against the pad of his thumb as she lets his thumb enter her wet mouth.Â
âLook at you, youâre a little devil.â Harry pushes his pants off until they reach mid-thigh. He quickly helps her out of her tights, pulling them off her almost instantly that she had to hold onto him. âShould I get a condom?â He pants as his hands involuntarily run themselves against her soft thighs.
âIâm on the pill and Iâm clean.â
âIâm clean too.â He looks down at her closed legs as he pumps himself a bit. âI promise.â Y/N nods as her hands guide his body back closer towards her.
 âBe a good girl and spread your legs for me.â He whispers as he watches her show him her wet needy sex. âFuck, you look so good right now.â He leans in to kiss her more. His mouth going south as they reach her breast. His mouth sucks on her nipple as the other grabs and rolls her the other one.
âFuck stop teasing me. I need you.â
âBeg for me, Y/N. I know you want to.â
âHarry please!â She feels his hand directing his wet cock to her centre. Teasing her and playfully slapping her entrance. âDaddy!â His eyes immediately stop looking down as he grabs her hair, making her look at him.Â
âYou okay with this love? Do you like it rough?â Y/N nods her head as she stares into his eyes.Â
âI need you to use your words, baby.â
âYes, I want it rough.âÂ
âWhat did you call me earlier?â A cheeky smile forms on his face as he watches this little girl about to crumble in his hand.Â
âDaddy.â
âYouâre going to keep calling me that or what?â
âOnly if you want me-â Harry inserts himself in her, making her choke on her sentence.Â
âWhat do you call me?â He leans a bit further downs so their bodies rub against each other as his arm supports her back while the other hand chokes her neck.Â
âDaddy! Fuck, I call you daddy!âÂ
âI know Iâve been deprived of some good sex but you feel so fucking tight! Do guys not know how to fuck you?â
âOnly you can.â Harry pulls his hand away from her neck and instead grasps her face so she can watch their centres connecting.Â
âYou like that view? Is it turning you on? Youâre fucking clenching me, baby!â
âHarder, daddy.â Her arm wraps around his shoulder as he pulls away and turns around, making her bend on the table.
âYou want it harder baby? Iâm going to fuck you so hard, youâll never be able to sit at this table without remembering how I fucked you so good.â
~ The day after their first time sleeping with each other scared Y/N. As much as she tried to avoid letting Harry see her messy room, they ended up in there anyway. They participated in a couple more rounds and a deep conversation too until they fell asleep wrapped in each otherâs arms.Â
What Y/N was scared of was how Harry would react when he woke up in her sheets. Of course, they werenât too drunk last night but the alcohol did give them a confidence boost. Now itâs the day time and they have to deal with this new boundary they had just crossed.Â
âGood morning.â A raspy voice speaks up as she sets her head on her hand. Her elbow putting all its pressure on her pillow while she watches the man whoâs laying on his stomach smile at her.
âHi.â She gives a soft smile back. Harry immediately notices the hickeys on her neck, making him not guilty but a bit more proud.
âI marked you.â Y/Nâs eyes widen as she sits up and wraps her hands around her neck. âWhy you donât like them?â Harry fixes his position too so he can rest his back against the headrest. He rubs his eyes for a few seconds before helping her straddle his waist. âWhatâs wrong, Baby?â
âYouâre married.â Her finger mindlessly traces one of the sparrows on his chest.Â
âI know.â
âYou think sheâll get mad?â
âI donât know. I donât think she cares.â
~ Y/N and Harryâs affair went on for months that they even reached his tour and new album reveal. Although they never said the three most important words, Y/N already knew it was there.
What she loved the most these past months with Harry was their privacy. The secret hookups in changing rooms, the knowing glances in a room full of strangers, and their affectionate touches when they had to pass things to one another in front of her boss.Â
She knows heâs married and there was no doubt, they fought about his relationship status. But Harry explained that divorces in Hollywood were more complex than for a regular couple. And while Y/N pretended to understand, she truly didnât. She didnât understand why he had to keep up this act of being in a happy relationship when he can simply leave his wife -not for her benefit but for his own happiness. Still, every time this fight occurred, they chose to sweep it under the rug. Maybe it was because she wasnât ready to lose him. He had always been so persistent on his reasoning why heâs been delaying that action. She was scared that he would leave her during another fight only to run back to his wife. What she didnât know was that she may be a bit too right, after all, he wasnât ready to admit that his marriage was over.Â
âHi, Baby!â Y/N opens her door to find her âboyfriendâ with a bouquet of flowers.Â
âHi!â She wraps her arms around him in a hug as she lets him enter her apartment that they know too well. If she had to be truly honest... despite having so much alone time with Harry, sheâs never been on a date with him but you know -thatâs something she had to let go when she decided to get involved with a famous married man. Yet it still didnât stop her heart from feeling envious when she would be in the restaurant with her friends watching a random couple have dinner together.
Harry takes his hood off and hands her the flowers. âIâm sorry I couldnât text you this past couple of days. You know that woman who lives with me.â He sighs and gives her a kiss on the lips before continuing on, âWe were having lunch together and she noticed I wasnât wearing my ring anymore so we fought.â
âSo youâre wearing it.â Y/N places the flowers on the table and crosses her arms.
âI have too.â
âNo, you donât Harry. Sheâs only wearing herâs for show. Youâve been cheating on her for seven months!â Y/N snaps at him. She hated it when he wore his ring. It was just a real sign that maybe he was lying to her during the times, he said he was over their marriage and he was going to leave her when things become less complicated.
âBaby, hey stop yelling.â He walks towards her so he can wrap his arms around her. âIâm sorry. You know I care so much about you. Please donât cry.â
âI canât stand that youâre married to another woman. Please leave her Harry.â Y/N pulls away as she holds onto his shoulders, begging him. âPlease.â
âIâll try.â He breathes out.
âYouâll try?â She pulls away immediately looking at him. âWhat do you mean? Have you not been trying to do that these past few months!â He rubs his face in frustration.Â
âItâs hard Y/N. I told you countless times.â âI know itâs hard but whatâs stopping you from doing it! You told me that you donât want to lose me but for some odd reason, it seems like you donât want to lose her!â
âShe was my first love Goddammit!â He finally yells back at her.Â
And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and stolen stares
They show their truth one single time
But they lie and they lie and they lie
A million little times
 They both found themselves caught off guard as the silence screamed in their ears. How could this safe space where they spent their nights rolling in the sheets feel so⌠indifferent? âHarry please be 100 percent honest with me.â Y/N backs away slowly as she reaches a few feet apart from Harry. âDo you want to leave her?âÂ
Silence.
âYou told me you did? Did you change your mind?â Her eyes widen as she watches the man in front of her absolutely speechless. âIâd punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.â She lets out a sarcastic laugh.Â
âI didnât mean for this to happen.â He stares at the ground with his hands in his jeans. âOf course, I want to leave her! Itâs just-â
âLeave.â
âWhat Baby no!â He quickly looks up and tries to make his way towards her.Â
âHarry, stop. What we have is over! Iâm not going to let you use me until your stupid sick marriage fixes itself!â
âY/N that wasnât my intention I swear! You know what marriage means to me! I canât simply-â
âFuck what you think of marriage! You donât want to leave her but you rather continuously hide me while you go to awards with her -While you go on fucking dates with her!â
âItâs for publicity-â
âI donât care!â She screams. âI realized that this isnât working out and we should stop!â The pressure in her chest was making her hyperventilate. âWe should have stopped months ago!â
âFuck I donât want to lose you, please. Youâre the only thing thatâs been making me so happy.â He reaches out to take her hands but she simply pulls away.
âHarry! Listen to yourself! Youâre married! Iâm starting to think you have a fear of having a failed marriage like your mom and dad! But please for the love of God, donât drag me around because I wonât let you!â Harryâs faces change into anger as he gives her a cold look.
 âWell donât drag my parentsâ marriage into this! I told you that because I trusted you not so you can use it against me!â
âThatâs not what I was trying to do!â Y/N pleads. âYou wonât lever her Harry! You wonât!âÂ
âHow do you think people will react!â He gestures with his hands. â After three years of marriage, Harry Styles is getting divorced!â He mimics a random news reporter.
âSo-â âIâm not going to let myself be categorized under Hollywoodâs failed marriages!â âIt was already failing before you met me! Canât you see I just want you to be happy!â
âI am happy when youâre with me!â
âWell, Iâm not!â
âYou donât mean that.â Harry scoffs as he runs his hand through his hair in frustration.Â
âHow can I not? Iâm hearing stories every day about your fights at home. This isnât even a relationship Harry! Itâs an affair! An illicit one! And I-Iâm a secret!â
âI donât want to share you with the public! They will judge us and theyâre going to ruin you as they ruined me!â He rambles on. âIâve been stalked and judged for things I didnât know matter!âÂ
âI would rather go through that with you -than to watch you from far away and only have you with me when weâre here inside this apartment.â She points at the floor.Â
âI canât Y/N. I canât let that happen and I wonât.â
âThen this is over then.â She quickly wipes her tears as she notices Harry doing the same. The yelling seemed to die down as they finally realized that this problem they tried to ignore wasnât going anywhere.
âYou know⌠for some reason, you taught me a lot of things.â Harry clears his throat as he wipes his wet palms on his pants. âDespite only letting you have one half of me. You somehow took over my whole mind. God, I would love to fight for you Y/N.â He looks at her as he feels tears forming in his again. âI do - I truly would.â A pause happens before he continues, â For you, I âd ruin myself a million times but I would never let you do the same.â He emphasizes to her. â I donât want to let you go but I know I should because even if I go get that divorce, Iâd still want to keep you as my secret -and thatâs not what you want.âÂ
âI-â Y/N stops herself. She wanted to tell him that she loves him but she knew it wouldnât help them at all. âIâll still see you for a while. After my internship though, Iâll be gone.â
âDo you think weâll stay in touch.â
âI donât think we should.â She blurts it out as her eyes glance at the fresh bouquet sitting on her table.Â
âAlright. I guess thatâs it.â Harry sniffles a bit before walking to the door. âIâll see you.â
âGoodbye.â
And Y/N thought she wouldnât have to see him again after her internship. Although her heart was broken, she found herself counting the days until she can find a new job. After their unexpected ending, she no longer found herself lonely in the mornings but during the nights too.Â
The days he came by the office were more difficult than she thought. She would still feel his gaze on her during their meetings but he no longer greeted her nor gave her any attention. He would walk right past her desk when he visited the office but he would act as if he never knew her in the first place - Not a glance or a wave.Â
And that was fine with Y/N, at least she tried her best to think it was. Until her meeting with Rob a week before Harryâs album release.Â
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âY/N, I would love to offer you a job here at the company. I will give you a position in Marketing for Harry Styles.â Rob hands her a manila folder across the table. â You know a few months ago, he spoke about your hard work and how much potential you have and heâs right. This would look great on your resume and the pay will be better here than if you were to start off at another company.âÂ
Days of thinking and non-stop anxiety flooded Y/Nâs mind. She knew her plan was to cut all ties with the pop star but the career that had just been handed to her had so much potential. Potentiality can help her with her student loans and give her a more comfortable life. She would be stupid if she passed the offer because of him. So with no more hesitation, she took her phone and called Rob.
âIâll take the job offer.â
Part two here!!
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gravity
â nasa operator!sim jaeyun x astronaut!gn! reader
miles of sky and space doesn't stop gravity from pulling him to you.
genre: strangers/coworkers to lovers, fluff
wc: 2.7k
warnings: 3rd person pov, probably inaccurate astronaut/nasa lingo sorry i'm a chemistry major LOL, one curse word, couple of time skips, food cw
a/n: yea it's another fluff one-shot đ finally a jake one-shot! i hope y'all enjoy this i took a while to write this but i'm p proud of how it turned out despite no proofread.
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time on earth: 3:43 am
one of nasa's star rookies sits inside the mission room, monitoring the ISS diligently. today, sim jaeyun was assigned to keep watch on their astronauts as well as the station itself. it's supposed to be a reward for performing well on the latest calculations, but he can't help but find it a little boring. he flips through the cameras quickly, as if trying to find something new.
'yeah right, like anything happens in space,' he mumbles in his head. adjusting his thin glasses and stretching his chair to feel just a tad bit more alive, jake takes a look at one of the three astronauts on board as they float to the window. it seems to be l/n y/n, a rookie who excelled at their simulation tests and the one they say has stars in their eyes themselves.
the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"
the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"
the astronaut peeks over their shoulder surprised. they make swimming motions to reach over the intercom, which makes jake laugh a little. finally, they push the button and make a reply. "yes houston, this is l/n. is something wrong?"
now jake hadn't planned this far, but since he was already doing it, he might as well go through with it. "do you miss earth?"
he can see through the cameras that y/n wasn't expecting that question as their eyes widen. someway somehow, jaeyun was able to see the stars in their eyes everyone gushed about. maybe it was even better because they were actually living with the stars in space at the time.
"i-i don't know if we should be talking about this, but yea, i do miss earth," they finally reply. "not that being in space isn't fun! i just can't help myself especially since i can see the planet spinning in front of my eyes..."
it's silent for a bit, making the astronaut worry. "h-hello? houston?"
jake blinks before shaking his head and hurried to reply. "y-yes! sorry, i was just caught up in how lonely you sound?"
again, an awkward silence stills. the nasa operator curses to himself, realizing how awkward he must have made it and scrambling to fix the mistake. "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to overstep my boundaries!" he rushes. "my name's sim jaeyun, by the way. people know me better as jake."
"sim jaeyun? rising star sim jaeyun?" they owlishly repeat.
"that's me," he states back, rubbing the back of his neck. "i guess you've heard my name."
he sees the astronaut nod in camera before they're absentmindedly spinning circles midair. "you're my age, and you're already working in nasa headquarters. quite a feat would spread around, you know?"
jake laughs and shakes his head at their comment. "you say that like you're not star rookie l/n y/n."
at the sound of their twinkling laugh, jake's eyes perk up to capture the joyful astronaut holding their stomach on the cameras. "i can tell we're a lot alike, jake," you say with a smile stretching across your face.
it turns out he likes hearing his name off their lips albeit via nasa intercoms. calming down the beating of his heart, jake starts off the first of many late night conversations. "so would you like to hear what's happening on earth?"
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time on earth: 2:26 am
"âand layla was having such a good time meeting other puppies at the park this morning!" jake laughs out with the rookie astronaut laughing with them on the other side of the intercom, separated by thousands of miles in between them. they've been talking like this over the system for weeks now, practically a little over a month. safe to say, the nasa operator was developing feelings for them, perhaps already smitten. sunghoon in the other unit said something about being whipped?
"i wonder how she would react seeing my puppy," they reply.
"when you come back to earth, the first thing we'll do is have them meet on a puppy playdate," he tells them earnestly.
"just layla and rosie on a date? what about us?" he could hear the smirk in their voice even though they weren't next to him.
"i-i-huh? what?" jake stammers. he heard the smirk, but did he hear the words properly? for one, he's not sure they know what he looks like. does that matter to them? without realizing it, his hands are taking off his glasses and fiddling with them.
"are you nervous?"
"hah, what makes you think that?" jake asks nervously.
"jake, i can hear you playing with your glasses."
"shit," he curses, and an endearing giggle is heard on the other side.
"i like you, let's make it a date between us too," he hears, his face gradually becoming hotter.
the chance to confess to his crush is literally handed to him on a silver platter, but he's too busy acting like a middle schooler trying to give chocolates to the person he likes. it's unusual for him to feel like this, his heart's beating way too fast for him to think, and he has to cough to calm down.
"it's a date then." a happy hum is the response he gets, which does nothing to calm the beating of his heart but ignites a new warmth in him. "hey, wait a minute, do you even know what i look like?"
"i kinda remember, but does that even matter?"
"i don't know what if you don't like my face?"
"please, my roommate told me you're on par with that sunghoon guy, and he's known as the prince of his division."
"yeah, but-"
"don't take this the wrong way, jake, but shush." he's sure that if they were here in person, they would put a finger on his lips. it seemed like a(n) y/n thing to do based on the time they've gotten to know each other. "i don't care what you look like. the connection we have together is enough, don't you think?"
he knows they're right, but it doesn't stop the sassy compliment from tumbling out of his mouth. "well, we have a connection and i know you're pretty and smart and funny."
perhaps it's just the color of the screen, but jake swears he saw a blush on their face. it makes him proud after he had somewhat embarrassed himself earlier.
"good night, jake," y/n playfully scoffs at him.
"good night, y/n."
'what a night,' jake thinks to himself with a stupid grin spreading across his face as he prepares the systems for the person on the next shift.
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time on earth: 9:18 am
today is the day. today the pod that stayed at the ISS for 3 months was coming back to earth, and everyone was on their toes. jake was currently scanning the computer calculations from any errors, clutching the paper and burning holes in it with his eyes.
"you good there, bro?" he doesn't need to lift up his head to know that it's sunghoon.
"i have to make sure these are perfect," jake replies in a tone that screamed don't-bother-me.
he feels his coworker's hand pat his shoulder in reassurance. "relax, jake. they'll get here just fine."
jake's whole body sighs when he takes a deep breath. "yeah, i know. i'll just check one more."
his friend offers a comforting smile and one more pat before leaving him to perform his own duties for the landing.
for this last check, jake takes it upon himself to calculate the angle in which the pod enters the earth's atmosphere by hand as a safety precaution. his head jumbles with all the physics equations necessary as his hand complains by cramping from how fast he's calculating.
upon finishing, he looks at the two final numbers side by side. "same to the 5th decimal place," jake affirms to himself.
"great, does that mean you're ready to turn it in, mr. sim?"
turning around abruptly to the sound of the voice, jake finds his supervisor and rushes to grab all the papers for presentation. "yes, ma'am!"
a smile graces her face as she takes the materials from him and flips through the calculations. "good work," she finally says. "our astronauts will get home safely thanks to you."
it's like a weight lifted off his shoulders when he hears those words. jake lets out a sigh of relief once his supervisor walks away and tells him to wait for further instruction. he folds into his chair, thinking about how soon he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.
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time on earth: 9:45 am
"everyone, standby!" jake's supervisor announced. the whole command center took a deep breath as they tuned into the astronauts, soon to be leaving the ISS via pod.
"l/n, song, johnson, do you read me?"
"loud and clear, houston," y/n l/n replies in crisp audio.
"get ready to launch then, atlantis ii."
"copy that, houston." the sounds of buckling and buttons flicking can be heard on the other end as jake's palms sweat.
"3... 2... 1... launch!" and they're detached from the ISS, launched into the endless ocean of stars and dust that is space.
"coordinates and angles, houston?"
"atlantis ii, the speed, angle, and coordinates at which you are to enter..." and jake hears his checked numbers be repeated to them. "...you'll be dropping in the gulf of mexico."
"copy that, houston. ready to enter earth's atmosphere in 3... 2... 1... entering!"
the audio delivers the rough shaking as the temperature regulation beeps steadily.
"your temperatures are in the right range, atlantis ii."
it's a rough 5 or something minutes, jake's not sure of the time. he just knows his armchair is having a field day with all the gripping he's doing. he can hear the shaking of the pod driven by the weight and the acceleration of gravity once it takes its pull on the astronauts' pod.
"prepare for impact, atlantis ii!"
everyone is rising up to see the camera pan to the oceanview team who waits for the pod to enter.
"initiating parachute!" and there! the pod appears on the command center's screen in high definition, the mic picking up some of the breeze of the mexican gulf. it enters the ocean with a large plop! and everyone is standing up and cheering.
"successful landing, everyone! congratulations!!"
sunghoon is coming to jake and lifting him out of the chair, engulfing him in the joy that comes from returning the astronauts home. he didn't realize he was staring stupidly at the screen with a blank look and still sitting.
"dude, we did it!" at the sound of his friend's voice, jake mirrors his friend's smile and they embrace each other.
"we did it!" jake replies. soon, he'll finally be able to see y/n in person.
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time on earth: 8:04 am
the next day when he clocks in for work, it's calmer and more exciting. jake can feel it in the atmosphere as the nasa operator walks through headquarters.
he makes his way towards the rehabilitation center for their astronauts, his heart unable to calm down the rapid rate of beating. he hears it before he sees it: the bell-like laughter jake was so familiar with, the one he associated with late nights. his feet is pulled towards the sound like gravity, his strides getting longer and his steps having a bounce to it.
jake hears his name being called happily, and he turns to face the voice with an unstoppable grin before taking steps towards the astronaut going through rehabilitation.
"hey, gravity got you bad, i see."
they laugh joyfully. "i'll be good in about a month or 2âi'm pretty quick at this."
"i have no doubt about that."
the two are silent for a bit as they do a few more crunches, jake crouching down in front of their feet to meet them. it's nice and comfortable between the two as he helps them go through their exercises.
"so about that date..." he starts off, watching as their eyes sparkle like stars upon hearing his phrase. his mouth starts to hang a little, loosening up to have words spilling out without his complete knowledge. "wow... your eyes really do have stars in them..."
they stop as they finish a crunch and reaches out to close his mouth with an eye roll. "close your mouth first, sim jaeyun."
"okay, but what about that date?"
"we're getting it. just wait a week or so when i can walk properly," they say with a teasing smile. jake can't help but to smile back.
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time on earth: 2:57 pm
the only thing keeping his nerves calm is layla. the golden retriever was far from nervous as she sat wagging her tail happily with her tongue out.
"jake!!" he hears from the voice he's come to love listening to over the past few months. looking up from layla while holding her leash tightly, he spots the person he's been waiting for and he's mesmerized, left breathless by what he sees.
a light summery fit adorns their figure as they dash towards him with a puffy pomsky dog equally excited. their smiles are bright and sparkles adorn their eyes as usual, but it doesn't make the effect any less beautiful. they slow down, owner and dog panting a little.
immediately, layla gets up from her sitting position to greet the new guests, starting to sniff the two of them.
y/n laughs as they squat down and let the golden sniff them and their hand before giving her warm pets. "hi layla! i'm y/n, and this is rosie."
the two dogs sniff each other in circles, but soon enough they're bouncing and pouncing each other as if they've been best friends since litter days.
"they're getting along so well, and we haven't even gotten to the park yet," y/n comments with a giggle.
"should we get going?" jake offers. they reply with a nod and holds their leash in one hand, grabbing jake's with the other.
if he's taken by surprise, he doesn't show it, but inside, his heart is pounding more than ever before and his head is screaming in joy. the pair walk together hand-in-hand towards the park with two even happier pups prancing ahead of them.
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time on earth: 4:31 pm
the two dogs are getting a bit tired, it seems, as they walk back to jake and y/n who were talking comfortably, y/n's head rested on his shoulder.
"look who's back from playing," y/n says as they ruffle rosie and layla's head, jake following suit.
"let's go get some ice cream for us and puppucinos for them?" jake suggests.
"ooh! that sounds good!" the pups seem to like the idea too, wagging their tails once more and looking at their owners with puppy eyes. jake thinks he's surrounded by three pairs of puppy eyes as he shakes his head in endearing disbelief.
"let's go then."
once they get to the shops, order, and receive their foods, the four of them sit down and enjoy their treats. the owners laugh at their dogs when they see them lap up their puppucinos with so much excitement and vigor, getting the cream all over their faces.
as the sun sets, it casts its glowing light onto the astronaut-in-rehabilitation, making jake's eyes move onto them. he notices a smudge of ice cream at the corner of their lips and without thinking moves in to kiss it off. y/n blinks their starry eyes at him, reminding him of their first "meeting" over intercom and camera screens.
"i like you," he blurts out. "can i... kiss you?"
"i thought you would never ask," they reply with a wide grin, leaning in to press their lips together before he does.
it's like gravity pulls them towards each other because they can't ever seem to get enough of one another, no matter how far apart they are.
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hot vs cold
Hero groaned, pulling on that black tie with curled, tense fingers. They've never been a big fan of formal wear, but this particular assignment had called for such a situation. They looked up at the gloomy sky, mind wandering about to how many side jobs heroes actually had to do. People would think being a hero would consist of mostly fighting off villains- and that's true, but villain was the least of their problems right then; in fact, it had almost been a week since they had a face off with villain. When they weren't paying attention, their thoughts would sometimes betray them, making hero think that they almost missed villain. Almost.
Sweat pooled on their brow as they waited under the hot sun, dearly missing the comfort and familiarity of their hero costume. This particular job requirement was that they act as a bodyguard and protect a high profile individual while they attend some sort of a party that hero couldn't be less concerned about. They preferred being the hero and not a bodyguard for someone who they didn't even know.
Just then, a black limousine rolled out and stopped right in front of the hotel they were staying in; a huge man with sunshades got out from the back, waved their hands at hero, signaling them to get in. That must be my ride.
They got into the car without any fight, and took one look at the rear most seat to check if this was in fact their employer or just a fancy way of kidnapping.
"No staring."
"Wha-
Hero didn't have a chance to speak out before they were crushed by the huge man sitting to their left. They couldn't believe it, why did they have to be squished, with no concept of personal space in a limousine?! This was just absurd.
Hero felt another lithe body press to them on their right, that person in turn being squished by another big man to their left. Hero groaned internally, they were just really bad with close contact with people in general, they could never understand why, but it just felt foreign to them. It's like they never knew how to act, and their mind would settle on the default "freak out" option.
Hero was dragged out of their head when they felt themselves being pushed further to the lithe person on their right, because the big guy decided to squirm in his seat. The sweat pooling on their brow slowly slid down their cheekbone, and hero was feeling hot... everywhere. There were too many sensations ramming into them all at once- their tight suit, which felt like it was glued to their body now thanks to their nerves; being pressed to another person; feeling their body heat. Hero had always had a high body temperature so all of this contact was making their head spin.
They just sat there silently, wishing for this agony to just end.
-
Villain was in high spirits, this was a job that paid well, so they enthusiastically got dressed up in a suit that was the dress code for a bodyguard and got into the assigned limousine. They had a mask plus voice changer on for good measure, and nobody questioned that which was good. They were thinking how ironic it was that they accepted this job request, because this was what the heroes did- protecting people, not villains.
So it was an understatement to say that their jaw almost dropped to the floor when they saw hero getting into that same limousine. Villain found themselves gaping at them, their mind betraying them and caring for their nemesis who they met almost every day, in a fight of course.
I can't believe that hero is actually here, so now we have to work together? Do they even know that I'm villain? And they're not even wearing a mask to hide their identity, how irresponsible. Oh, they look good in a suit-
Villain had to stop their mind right there, willing themselves to focus on anything else other than the hero sitting next to them. But these two gorillas on either side of them made that almost impossible as they kept pushing each other closer in this seat that was too small for all of them.
Villain couldn't help but glance over at hero every few minutes, they were being too quiet. The hero they knew was noisy, always running into a fight before thinking, a person that kept jumping around all the time. So seeing them this calm was just... weird.
By now villain was pretty sure that hero didn't recognise them, so they were mentally prepping themselves to talk to them when the gorilla to heroâs left pushed them further into their body. Villain immediately froze. Too close. Hero might as well be practically sitting on them now, villain could feel everything- their breathing, heartbeat, and their body heat, they were practically burning... wait, burning?!
Villain whipped their head towards hero and took in their slumped figure. Their head was downcast so they couldn't really see their face. Hero was practically leaning on them, making no effort to even hold themselves upright and villain was a little worried... okay, a lot more worried than they let on. Heroâs breathing was ragged and villain felt like they had to do something, anything. But hero beat them to it.
"H-hot". Hero breathed out, weakly, pathetically.
Their voice was so low, villain almost didn't hear them.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
Hero propped their head up on their shoulder, lips parted as they gasped in some air, bangs stuck to their sweaty forehead and villain shamelessly drank in those visuals, despite their thoughts clashing with one another. Heroâs eyes were shut tight, while villainâs eyes were wide open, staring at them.
"S' so hot, I can't-" they croaked.
That's when villain painfully realised that hero was having some sort of a panic attack and they needed space. Villain haphazardly pushed at the big man to heroâs left, glaring at him so that he doesn't attempt to move any closer. Then they draped a protective arm around hero, activating their powers and felt weirdly proud when hero almost moaned out at the cold sensation.
Villain brought up their other hand to heroâs face comfortably nestled on their shoulder and gently touched their forehead, cheek and neck.
Hero blinked up at them in slight surprise, eyes opening and then closing as they went limp in their arms, all of their tense muscles relaxing and villain just felt so powerful.
Hero finally looked up at them after regaining a bit of their energy, their face a palette of red, when the car screeched to a stop.
The two of them were ushered out of the car and hero wobbled after the 'mysterious masked person who had saved them' . They were pulled upright by the same person when their balance toppled and they almost ended up kissing the floor, with a "be more careful" from them. Hero felt their face heating up, just how many times did they have to be helped today? A behavior totally unbefitting of a hero.
"Um!" Hero called out and the 'masked person' stopped to turn around and look at them.
Hero was already bowing, words sounding like apologies and gratitude steadily spilling out of their lips in a messed up heap, as they bombarded villainâs ears. Villain wanted to understand, they really did, but all they could pick up were hurried sorries, shy thank you's and the word stranger that kept popping up here and there and how hero was so embarrassed by their own behaviour.
Villain simply scoffed, they had seen far more embarrassing sides of the hero and secretly enjoyed them, their nose scrunching up every time hero called them a stranger and villain couldn't stand it anymore.
As fun as this was, it was time to reveal their masked identity-
"But I'm no stranger to you darling." Villain mocked and the 'goldfish expression' on heroâs face was oh so worth it.
Villain turned around with a smug smile as hero caught up with all of that information and was by their side in a second, screeching into their ears.
"Villain?!"
"Yes, that's me."
Hero groaned, Villain's voice dripped with so much amusement that made heroâs heart flare with embarrassment at that moment.
"I'll punch you after this job." Hero hissed.
Villain smiled, "Is that how you thank people? But lucky for you, I'll accept it and punch you back."
Hero rolled their eyes. "Just shut up. Please."
Villain chuckled and hero couldn't get that voice out of their head. While they were distracted, villain took the opportunity to close in next to their ear and spoke in a sinful tone which should be illegal-
"I-im hot~"
Hero simply tripped on air, falling face first to the ground this time. There was no getting that voice out of their head now. They looked up and glared at villain, who made a funny face and walked away.
Hero hid their face in their hands. "Shit. That's unfair, you shitty villain."
Hero felt another large hand tapping their shoulder and looked up to see one of the gorilla men looking down at them, sympathy written all over his face. Hero took the man's outstretched hand and let themselves be pulled up.
"That was cute, didn't know you both knew each other. But my partner and I," he pointed to the other huge man standing next to the limo and grinning at them, "are totally on your side. That was one underhanded move."
Oh, if hero wasn't embarrassed enough a few seconds ago, they definitely were now.
"Wait, what, how did you-
"I have superhearing." , the man simply said as hero gawked at him, and then started wishing for the ground to swallow them up whole.
BONUS: Every time hero overheated during a fight and felt faint, villain would use their powers to cool them down, and hero would lean into that touch like they could never get enough of it. It attacked villainâs heart every time.
So yeah, my brain decided to give you hero x villain squished together in a limo instead of a bed? New trope? xD
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chapter ii
pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
warnings: cursing. mentions of a bomb.
word count: 3k
summary: the internet is enamored with the idea of y/n l/n and bakugou katsuki, two renowned pro heroes, dating. the first issue? the pair rarely interacts. the second issue? apparently, they hate each other, not that anyone knows about that bit. of course, after one night of many mistakes, the whole world knows.
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THE MEETING WAS NOT SUCCESSFUL. AT ALL. Or at least, thatâs how it seemed in Y/Nâs eyes. Seeing as the only thing that had come out of it was⌠spending more time with Bakugou. Which was the opposite of what she wanted to do at the moment seeing as she despised him. Y/N actually had a feeling that any further interactions with Bakugou would only end in more chaos. So, Y/N decided she would set to work, as she would any other day.Â
Ignore the problem until it goes away, right?
Slipping on her hero costume feels like a chore, pulling the gloves of her suit on with a grimace. They only served as a reminder of her inability to fully control her abilityâ though Y/N was known as someone with some of the most impressive quirk control. There was always that underlying feeling, of course that feeling never belonged to her. It had always been hard, shutting out the emotions of others, Y/N had found that those who feel the most strongly were the ones she would avoid.
Clearly she had failed.
Regardless, those emotions tended to be distracting as she went about her day. Y/N had learnt to ignore them, to block them out for periods of time, but in a career like hers it was unavoidable. The pain, the rage, the panic, the pure feeling of fear. It could get overwhelming and that often put her at a disadvantage. Emotions were viewed as a weakness, and oftentimes allowing your emotions to get the best of you resulted in unnecessary deaths. But allowing the emotions of others to do so?Â
It got even worse when she actually activated her quirk to its fullest extent. With a single touch, she could utilize the abilities of a personâ all their abilities. When it came to quirks, if you controlled your quirk well, so could she. Otherwise, she would adapt the skills of a person, their intelligence, their athleticism, even their hobbies. Y/N could even the fact that sheâd made it through UA to this ability. After all, sheâd never been athletic, but her classmates had been.Â
But her setback had always been a pain, especially in battle, Y/N felt the pain of whoeverâs quirk she mimicked. If they were shot, Y/N felt it as if she had been shot as well. Sheâd never experienced someone dying on her. Nor did she want to. But Y/N was capable of holding as many quirks and capabilities as she could handleâ and pain added up very quickly.Â
It had been worse when she was younger, but Y/N had grown during her time at UA, and now she was capable of ignoring the emotions of others to an extent, and her pain tolerance had grown exponentially.Â
Y/N was grateful for her success, for the agency sheâd been working at. She was not grateful for the looks she got on the way there, Y/N could feel the whispers of those who watched her enter as they walked past. Though she could only hope her own staff had more respect for her.Â
Her lips pressed together into a tight lipped smile as she entered, and Y/N found herself bracing for whatever could greet her. And to her delight, it appeared that everything was normal. Save for Lorelaiâs presence by the entrance, her phone in hand. As though she had known Y/N had entered, the girl in question looks up from her phone before Y/N even has the chance to speak.
âWe need to go over our plan, Y/N.â
In response, Y/N waves her off, continuing down the corridor. She smiles to those who greet her, mumbling back to them as Lorelai follows her. âActually, I need to plan my first patrol of the morning.â She says, looking back to her friend momentarily.
âThen Iâll plan. And my plan includes a real nice fake dating scheme, kinda like those movies.â
Almost instantly Y/N turns around, glaring at Lorelaiâ who simply offers her a smile in response, clearly pleased with herself as she begins to move alongside Y/N rather than behind her. Y/N had no doubt that they would plan a fake dating scheme if it came down to it, unless she got involved that is. âSo?â
âWell, the fake dating scheme was an actual option but you clearly don't like that.â Lorelai mumbles out in response, now holding a tablet as she guides them into a room. âAside from that, basic press events together,â Lorelai looks up from her tablet pointedly, âwhere you actually look like youâre enjoying yourself, should amend the situation easily enough.â
Y/N raised a brow, taking a step around the long meeting table where those who worked at Hawkâs agency would soon congregate for their weekly assignments, âa little too easy if you ask me.â She looks to Lorelai, âBakugou agreed to this?â
âIâm sure his PR team will convince him.â Came her response, shrugging as she took a seat on the table and crossed her legs. âWe can do a public statement but thereâs no real reason for making this a bigger thing than it already is. It would only end badly.âÂ
With a frown, Y/Nâs eyes drift back towards the window. Theyâre still on the first floor so itâs not like sheâs seeing much, but itâs almost astonishing, how there are people just⌠going about their days without a single fear in the world. All Mightâs downfall had eradicated the mindset but on days like these it felt as though not a single thing had changed. As though there werenât still dozens of underground organizations planning horrid things, and there werenât hero agencies like her own devising ways to stop them.
Hero Society was a fragile, and corrupt thing.Â
Y/N had watched as they threw children into every battle, she remembered when sheâd been forced to do such things herself. She had watched her comrades, her friends, nearly die for a cause they were too young to comprehend. And she watched as civilians criticized them for not doing enough. Why did her publicity even matter? Shouldnât that be the least of her concerns? Y/N found it funny that she needed to do well in polls to do her job well. It was the only real way to guarantee access to certain information that low ranked heroes didnât get.Â
With a sigh,Y/N turns back, brows furrowed, âso when does this start?â
Placing the tablet beside her on the table, Lorelai rests her palms against it and leans back against them, ânext week probably. Haru still needs to work out the details with the rest of the PR team and Bakugou.âÂ
A small laugh escapes Y/N as she mumbles out, âit takes a whole team to keep that man from ruining himself.â
âMost Pro Heroes have a PR team, Y/N. Youâre one of few exceptions.â Lorelai corrects, looking to her. It was true, Y/N was aware that more popular heroes often had teams of people coordinating their social media, schedules, public outings, and more.Â
Y/N tilts her head at Lorelai, âwhy is that?âÂ
Lorelai raises a brow at her friendâs words, âwhat, you want to get rid of me?â
Y/N laughs once more, shaking her head, âno⌠itâs justââ She turns to face her friend, âwhen I hired you I couldnât really afford anyone else. Now I can. But you do all the work by yourself.â Biting her lip, Y/N asks, âwhy is that? I could get you an assistant or something, easily.â
âWell you arenât exactly the most problematic,â Lorelai responds, offering her a small smile.
Nodding, Y/N pulls out a chair at the head of the table, taking a seat, âbut you also have plenty of other clientsââ
The door opens, drawing their attention to the person who stands there, one of many heroes who worked at the agency., Pro Hero Telen, a simple hero name with an equally simple quirk. But his ability had saved them numerous times in battle. He pauses as he enters, âis itâ is it not time for the briefing? Have I interrupted something? I apologize I canââÂ
He moves to shut the door but Lorelai simply hops off the table, collecting her tablet as she heads to the door and rests a hand on his shoulder, âdonât worryâ weâre done here, right Y/N?â Y/N simply nods, and Lorelai offers her a smile, âbe careful today.â She mumbles out, before turning back to Telen. Y/N doesnât know what she says, but he pales and nods before entering. Shortly after, everyone else seems to file inside, and Y/N finds herself sighing as she spins around in her chair as she waits.Â
It would be a long day. A very, very, long day.Â
BAKUGOU WAS TIRED. He really was. Working at Endeavorâs Agency meant long hours, endless paperwork, constant cases. And right now he was assigned to the current big thing; the Stain copycat that had yet to be caught. Unfortunately, this guy didnât seem to be an amateur like the rest. Of course, whoever it was, theyâd primarily been attacking minor Pro Heroes, until recently.Â
Slowly working their way up the food chain of heroes until they ended up coming across someone who was relevant. It was inevitable, at one point whoever it was, theyâd bite more than they can chew. Trying to take on a hero that surpassed their skills, whatever those skills may beâ or they would slip up. Leaving behind some sort of evidence that would result in their capture.Â
The only issue was, there was no telling where or when this would be. How many would have to die before they were caught? Bakugou didnât necessarily want to know, and it was his job to make sure no one ever knew how many.Â
A job he was failing. Alongside Deku, who had also been assigned to the case, it was a curious partnership but he had no choice to make it work. And his publicist had insisted that any presence with a hero like him would be good publicity. After all, most of the public knew about their little rivalry so it would make him seem diplomatic in a way. But Deku wasâŚ
âSo⌠the gala, huh.â
Well, he was Deku.
âShut up.âÂ
Thankfully, they hadnât run into any reporters, though he was sure someone had caught pictures of them on duty together. Which was bound to end either ridiculously well for him, or incredibly poorly. It was always hit or miss with the press and Bakugou despised the entire aspect of the job. It was the one thing he could admit he was bad at. He wasnât the most approachable, meaning it was rare for reporters to approach him in the first place due to his renowned temper.
The pair was making their way through the streets of the city, patrol was normal but they were currently on their way to the police station. They were supposed to be collaborating with the police to handle this copycat, and for some reason Deku was⌠panicked. It was subtle but the guy had been practically sweating bullets since Endeavor told them theyâd need to work with the police.Â
If Bakugou was honest this whole job was busy work. Why else would Endeavorâs agency be working on it? The Number One hero had to have better things to do. Maybe this was a punishment for what happened on the last mission they went on.
Bakugou frowns at the thought, electing to push those thoughts to the back of his mind as they come to stand in front of the Police Station. He finds himself bringing a hand to rub his temple. It was definitely going to be a long day. And he hadnât even spoken to Haru about how the meeting with Lorelai went yet. Not that he wanted to know at this point, Bakugou had a feeling he wouldnât be satisfied with any solution they proposed.
He really didnât feel like dealing with any of this. So, Bakugou finds himself thinking that it might be time to use all those vacation days heâd been holding onto since heâd started working with Endeavor. They were piling up after all.
With a huff, he and Deku make their way up the steps up the police station, and Bakugou pushes the door open. Itâs busy inside, as expected. A bustling atmosphere that reeks of blood, sweat, and tears, literally. There are some people seated, likely waiting to be processed, theyâre handcuffed and Bakugou is fairly sure he recognizes one of them. Not that he has the time to dwell on it as they move through the police station.
One of the officers makes their way towards them, âyouâre the heroes Endeavorâs agency sent?â He asks, looking to Deku, brow raised. âWelcome back.âÂ
Bakugou looks at Izuku incredulously as they begin to follow the man through the mess of a building, âthe hell is that supposed to mean?â He hisses, but Izukuâs face has already flushed as he covers it with his hands, shaking his head.
âIt was one time, how do all of you know about it!â Izuku cried out, and Bakugou finds himself glaring at his partner for the day, even without context.
The officer simply laughs, waving him off as they make their way into a room. There stands the police chief, Kenji Tsuragamae, and a few others seated at some of the many seats in the room, in front of white board that seems to be more of a mess than those around them. They look tired, exhausted even.Â
Tsuragamae seems to notice their presence, clapping to garner the attention of the few inside the room, âeveryone, please welcome the Pro Heroes from Endeavorâs agency. Theyâll be assisting us with this case moving forwards.â
The officers seem rather unimpressed, and since Izuku still seems rather embarrassed for some reason, Bakugou finds himself stepping forwards, âwhatâs going on?â
With a sigh, he goes to answer. But he doesnât get the chance as an explosion sounds and the building shakes. A siren goes off above them and suddenly the sprinklers began shooting out water as a woman entered, âsir! Thereâs been an explosion.â
Bakugou fights the urge to say, no shit, as he and Izuku exchange looks, âis it an attack?â
âOn the police? Thatâs bold.â The officer from earlier comments as they all rise from their seats. But the fear in the room is abundantly evident as they all await her response, anticipation amongst them all. Because who would do such a thing, and so strategically placed on the day
The woman only shakes her head, and this time a man appears beside her, based on the way heâs dressedâ Bakugou would have to guess heâs a plumber of some sort, but the man simply explains, âwe think itâs an issue with the boiler room.âÂ
Bakugou finds himself rolling his eyes, âthen why are you still here?â He turns to the rest of the room, âget on with the briefing and get the damn plumber down there.â He grumbles out, before taking a seat once more and redirecting his attention back to the chief, gesturing for him to carry on with his presentation. All the while Izuku is apologizing rather profusely for his attitude.
Now, crime had worsened exponentially after All Mightâs downfall. Itâs not that other heroes were suddenly less capable, although some were discouraged by the fall of the greatest hero. Itâs just that All Might was a symbol. Even years after the fact, Bakugou could still see it. Things had changed. Although in recent times, crime had lessened thanks to the work of todayâs Pro Heroes, there were still⌠issues.
Many had gone the vigilante route as a result of the League of Villains and Stainâ and speaking of Stain, there had been several copycats over the years, people who agreed with his ideals and his actions. Which is what brought them here. The issue at hand was this most recent copycat was⌠decent. Most of the time it was amateurs who didnât plan that far ahead, quick and easy to catch with minimal casualties, if any.Â
Essentially, the police had nothing on him. Just a list of his victims and what they had in common. They were underground heroes, like that of his own teacher from UA, but something about them seemed off, different from what theyâd seen in other copycats in the past. They werenât like the flashy heroes you would find, the ones who seemed⌠fake. The ones most targeted because they fit Stainâs idea of a false hero.
And even then, there was no being sure which were the victims of this copycat and which were that of others. As the anniversary of Stainâs capture grew closer, more attacks were popping up.Â
Shaking away these thoughts, Bakugou grimaces. All he had gotten from that briefing was that they knew nothing, had done nothing, and were going nowhere. Which wasnât necessarily encouraging. So far, there were four confirmed victims of the copycat, and three additional deaths that were viewed as possible victims of the copycat. Technically, one of the copycats, but that wasnât something he necessarily wanted to think about.Â
Yeah, he would definitely be taking those vacation days.
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Temper- Mat Barzal
Hi, guys! Okay, so it isnât what I had in mind, but iâm hoping you guys like it and maybe even want a part two? But, anyways!
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      Athletes could get really testy, they all had some sort of angry streak when it came to losing. They had problems with losing because they were all insanely competitive, it was exceptionally hard when it was a significantly bad loss.
You were pretty new to this team, only been assigned to the Islanders for a few months now after being switched from the Rangers, but you were pretty sure you had never seen athletes talk to you the way Mat Barzal just snapped at you.
      The whole thing kind of came out of left field, like a bitch slap and made your head spin. It made you confused for two reasons. The first because all you did was ask if Mat felt like the loss had to do with them going from playing a game a little over twenty four hours ago to playing Tampa, while Tampa had a few days off to recover. You figured Mat would be testy anyways, I mean he slammed his hockey stick into the glass multiple times before breaking it, but the way he snapped at you was over the top.
      Second reason was because you and Mat had become more than the typical athlete journalist relationship, if youâd even call it that. You had gotten to the point of having personal conversations, he stopped you outside of the locker room and walked you to your car. He even asked you to come out for drinks with him and Anthony, but after this, it kind of seemed stupid.
      You knew forming relationships with athletes was like a huge no-no. The sports world for journalism was mainly men and you had proved yourself and worked up the ladder, getting to the Rangers and now the Islanders. You never wanted to be one of those girls ruled by your emotions in all aspects of life, and your job was the one place where you could kick ass and show the men that you could compete with them.
      Except now, you felt like a moron. Wounded by Matâs words laced with anger, your jaw clenched and eyes narrowed at him. Embarrassment flooded you and you tried to keep your cheeks from filling with a rosy color as you realized everyone else heard the tone because all the reporters fell silent and slowly looked at you.
      Mat called on a different reporter and he stumbled over his words, struggling to sound like he hadnât heard it while you looked to your left to find the eyes of Anthony, who stood with his captain, Anders Lee, while both of them watched you. Their eyes were wide, eyebrows lifted and the conversation paused.
      Okay, so it wasnât just in your head.
      You managed to take notes through your annoyance, getting just barely enough to write your column tomorrow, and walked away from Mat without another glance.
      âSomeone was angry, wasnât he?â A man whispered to you as you walked out of the locker room.
      You hummed, not offering anything more. The other journalists walked away while you felt your phone vibrate in your purse. For a few fleeting milliseconds, while you reached in your purse to grab your phone, you wondered if it was Mat texting you but you scoffed at yourself and pulled your phone out.
      It was just your best friend, wondering what time youâd be home and if you wanted to order some late night dinner while you worked on your article and sent it in to work. You texted her, saying youâd be home soon and to order whatever.
      âY/N, wait up.â Anthony appeared out of the locker room, you turned to see him jogging towards you in just his compression shorts and a clean shirt.
      âHey,â you breathed through a smile. âGreat game, Tito.â
      âHeâs just angry,â Anthony blurted out, nodding his head at a teammate that passed you guys.
You wanted to forget it even happened, you just wanted to get back to your job where athletes were just that, not friends. So, your eyebrows pulled together, ready to play coy but Anthony licked his bottom lip.
      âBarzy, heâs just angry. I mean, we all are. We thought we were prepared and we just got our asses handed to us,â Anthony cut you off from saying anything. He grimaced, âdonât take it personally, okay?â
      Anthony was sweet, a total dork and could make you smile without even really trying and you knew he was just trying to keep the waters calm. Your phone buzzed in your hands, reminding you that your best friend was waiting at home for you, so you touched his arm and squeezed it.
      âGreat game, Tito. See you next game.â You smiled.
      âWeâre gonna go for drinks after the next game,â Anthony said, trying to keep you there. You werenât sure why because you both knew Mat wouldnât be talking to you any time soon, not that you really felt like talking to him either. âI know Mat asked you to come, I just wanna make sure youâre gonna come.â
      âI donât know,â you said, stepping away from him and waving your phone. âI gotta head out.â
      Anthonyâs shoulders sagged, âAlright, Bye, Y/N.â
      By the time you got home, you had sit and stewed in your annoyance and felt it grow into more of a type of anger. You never asked Mat, or Anthony, for special treatment. You never talked their performance or games outside of the post game interviews, so why did Mat have to snap at you? It was a simple question, basically asking if them being exhausted from their prior series against the Canucks had anything to do with it. Jesus, it was a yes or no question.
      You got your article done with a glass of wine and take out. It was published the next morning and you went to work forgetting about how Mat looked at you like you were just an annoying journalist who was wasting his time, until your friend sent you a video of said postgame interview.
      Good. GOD. Moody, much?
      You thumbs upped her message and went on with your day.
      When your day ended, you were surprised to see text messages from Anthony and Mat. Anthony asked if you wanted to grab coffee tomorrow morning after his morning skate, while Mat asked if you wanted to come over for a movie night with him and Anthony.
      Huh, must be over his temper tantrum.
      You left him on read and told Anthony you might be able to slip out of work for an hour.
      You figured it was best if you went back to just being the journalist for your company, maybe everyone was right when they told you to not form personal relationships. You squashed those butterflies that you used to get whenever Mat smiled at you, or texted you a funny meme, or a snapchat you got when he went to your favorite cafĂŠ. You didnât want to think about how you started fantasizing about him as more than an athlete because then that implied you got feelings when you promised yourself it wouldnât happen.
      By the end of the game the next night, the boys had recovered and seemed to be in better spirits as you stood in the locker room. They had just come off of 2 goal lead and the locker room was bursting with smiles, congratulatory hand shakes and laughs.
      Tonight, you decided to be apart of Anthonyâs interview, who continually cracked jokes and seemed be unfocused on the interview. As you asked Anthony a question, you could help the burning in the back of your head, the feeling like someone was watching you, so after you finished recording Anthonyâs answer you turned your head to see Matâs eyes.
      Mat had his own group of reporters asking him questions, but when you finally looked at him, he smiled gently, like he always did when he was trying to be polite inside the locker room and not let on that secretly, you were his favorite.
      Mat would never admit it to you, because it had taken you this long to agree to even meeting him and Anthony for a late night drink, but he always looked forward to post-games just because he got to stare at you. You always looked pretty in your favorite jeans and shirt, hair either pulled back and off your face or falling naturally and tucked back behind your ears. His hand always itched to push the strands off of your neck, always wishing for the day he could stand close to you without you second guessing and stepping away.
      As your lips twitched into a half smile, he realized it wasnât meeting your eyes like it usually does, but the second you turned back to Anthony, you wore a bright smile. He felt a pang in his chest, something resembling jealousy but he quickly squashed it because he knew his best friend didnât see you like that, like how Mat saw you.
      Mat managed to get through the interviews without staring at you too hard, and by the time Anthony and Anders let you go, the other reporters and journalists had walked out so Mat easily grabbed your wrists and pulled you to a stop.
      âHey, you,â Mat breathed, smiling softly.
      âHey, good game.â You answered.
      Your smile was⌠too professional. It was small and tight and how you used to smile when you first started here a few months ago. It took Mat weeks to pull a real smile out of you, one where your eyes twinkled and his heart clenched inside his chest. You always told him good game, even if it was a shit game, but tonight was just different somehow.
      âI, uh,â Mat stumbled over his words as you pulled your wrist from his grasp. He felt like he was sixteen again, talking to his crush after school. âCan you come out tonight? Tito said he asked you.â
      âCanât,â you answered, stepping away. âHave a good night, Mat.â
      Another pang inside his chest as your words went cold, this time it was disappointment and hurt. Confused, Mat just stood there was you walked away from him, not even looking back over your shoulder to give Mat some sort of sign that all he needed to do was push for you to come out.
      He felt like he was back to square one with you.
      âNot so much fun when itâs you, eh?â Matt Martin asked him as he still stood there, watching your figure walk away.
      âWhatâre you talking about?â Mat asked, turning to face his teammate.
      Matt smirked and shrugged, heading into the showers. Annoyed, Mat went up to Tito. âWhy is Y/N so pissed at me?â
      âDude,â Titoâs eyes glanced to his left, at Anders, before looking back at him. âWhere were you two days ago?â
      Clueless, Mat shook his head.
      âMaybe you should watch your interview.â Tito said, sighing and turning to grab his clothes out of his bag.
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