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â you donât understand. i need you safe. not because i donât think you can handle yourself but because i canât focus on anything else if thereâs even the smallest possibility youâre in danger. â -> for wren x leon <3
This prompt was honestly so perfect for them! Thank you so much! I had so much fun writing this and I love them so much.
It was mostly the screaming that made standing there hard, but it didnât matter, that was secondary. Women and children cried to themselves as I gently pushed their shoulders, urging them along and guiding them to the safe zone as fathers, husbands, and brothers did their best to stay strong. âNobody panic, just keep moving! We have a safe zone for quarantine set up just over there! Medics will be around to assess you! Food and water will be handed out!â After everything I had seen over the last few years, after everything that happened in Raccoon City, I thought I would be used to it by now, but I didnât. It wasnât easier, it never got easier. A woman passed and gripped my hand tightly as I tried to point her in the right direction, but she just sobbed and smiled, thanking me and praying in a language that I didnât quite understand. All I could do was offer her a reassuring squeeze of her hand in return and gently guide her back to the crowd. âStay with the crowd, youâre safe now!â
No one replies, I donât think any of them understand me, but they got the idea enough to go where we needed them. Exhaustion threatened to overcome me, but I forced it down. We had been at this for hours. The outbreak was thankfully limited to a specific area, but that didnât make it any less heartbreaking to watch, no less traumatic. Some days were harder than others where I was thrown back into my 21-year-old self, frightened and alone, running around a city full of the walking dead. Not entirely alone, I reminded myself, allowing the thought of him comfort me as much as the situation would allow.
I say nothing as Alex appears at my right, standing just behind my shoulder and watching as the last of the stragglers finally stumble into the arms of waiting TerraSave volunteers, all prepared to help those in need. Alex let out a low whistle at the number of people that had been evacuated, but I knew the casualties far outweighed the survivors. They usually did. Eager to shove that thought aside, I finally speak.
âClaire moves fast.â
Alex glanced at me, her dark eyes looking me over carefully. âShe doesnât hesitate to jump to the rescue. Itâs one of the reasons I love her. Such a hero. I think she might save us all one day.â I didnât ignore the way her voice became soft at the mention of her girlfriend, which was so contradictory towards how roughed up she wasâgrime and blood painting her tan skin too easily.
âChris?â
âNot sure. Last I heard he was with Jill, but Iâm not sure if theyâre gonna show up here. Something came up with Imogen.â Another glance from her as I let out a scoff, the redhead immediately making me want to strangle her without her even being present. Sometimes I wondered just how much I could get away with if she ever mysteriously disappeared. âI heard that an agent was sent in. That your boy we should be expecting?â
I tried swallowing, but the arid air seemed to make it impossible. Everything felt so dry even as the sun began to set. It wasnât that I didnât know the answer, it was the fact that I knew that answer and it made me even more nervous. I was used to jumping between the Redfieldsâhelping Chris where he needed and offering counseling where Claire wanted to offer it. Alex joked often about how I didnât know how to stand still, but I was just eager to use every skill I had.
It also made the lonely nights less frequent when he was gone.
âAh shit, there he is.â Alex called in surprise, her voice taking a lighter tone as her hands rested on her hips. Sure enough, Leon appeared from the crowd with one of the military officers in charge of the security and keeping those things from getting an inch out of the perimeter they had set up. He didnât look too different than any other time I had seen him, his usual blue shirt with the same damn pants. The leather jacket was a bit new though, not that I exactly minded. Alex sighed. âDoes he ever likeâŠchange it up? Like, Iâm pretty fucking sure heâs had the same damn haircut since Iâve met him. Guess if it works, why fix it?â As if hearing her, Leonâs attention shifted and finally landed on us. The soldier he was talking to said something else, but Leon just nodded without even looking at him before he started walking towards us. Another heavy exhale escaped from Alex. âThis is soooo not the double date I had imagined.â
I fight the urge to tell her to fuck off, not when she helped get my mind off things. Alex was a lot of things and dependable was one of them. You could always rely on her to have your back or to joke at the most inappropriate timesâsometimes it made me want to hit her, other times it made me want to hug her. As Leon finally came close, his eyes never quite leaving me, I was thankful that Alex stayed. âLeon.â
âWren.â He breathed out and I almost lost it right then. It had been a while since we had seen each other, one of the longer stints, and it was the constant reminder of the situationâand Alexâthat kept the tremble out of my voice and my knees from giving out completely. âI thought you were working with Dr. Spencer.â
âAinsley is working on something with Rebecca. Carlos volunteered to stay behindââ
Alex snorted. âHe practically begged. So whippedââ
âThen we got the call about this.â I finished as I gestured back towards the small town in the middle of nowhere. âWe got the call, Chris couldnât make it out, I guess. Alex and I are here, Claire just got here with TerraSave.â
âYeah I just saw her.â Leon replied as he looked back, his thumb gesturing over his shoulder. âSeems sheâs got her hands a bit full.â
âA bit.â I tried to offer him a smile, but it didnât quite meet my eyes. This wasnât the way I wanted us to see each other again. Leon shuffled and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes glancing at Alex. Taking the hint, she cleared her throat and smiled at me.
âRight, so I think my lovely lady is waiting for me to swoop in and make her life easier by giving her someone she can order around.â She backed away while doing awkward finger guns. âIf you need me, radio me.â I gave her a quick nod before turning to Leon.
âThey debriefed you.â It wasnât a question, but he answered anyway.
âThey did.â Taking a deep breath, I turn and look back at the town we had just come back from. There were soldiers walking the perimeter, everyone on the lookout just in case. âI have to go in, thereâs something Iâm ordered to retrieve.â
My head whipped around. âSomething here? What?â
âThatâs classifiedââ
âClassified, right.â We finished the sentence at the same time as I nodded. It wasnât that I was bitter about it, I understoodâit wasnât something I was a stranger to. Glancing towards the town, my heart grew heavy. âItsâŠjust like Raccoon City, huh? Every time we do something good, itâs great. But thenâŠhistory repeats itself and weâre thrown right back thereâŠâ I trailed off with the memories threatening to take over completely. Leon was silent for a moment and as the silence grew tense, I decided to brush it off. âWellâŠthatâs fine. You donât have to tell me. Iâm assuming youâre ready to go?â I barely gave him a chance to nod, I knew him well enough. He didnât come here totally unprepared. It was a battle to tell him that most of the time, things never went the way we wanted when it came to that. The mission to retrieve Ashley was more than proof of that, but I wasnât eager to bring that up. âThatâs fine. I can grab some ammo and supplies; Iâll go with you. Let meââ
Leon reached out and grabbed my arm gently, stopping me before I could take a full step from him. I frowned as he leaned forward a bit, whispering to me even though it was barely audible with the chaos around us. âNo. You should stay here.â
âWhat?â
âYou came here to help Claire, right? Stay and help her.â
I scoffed lightly, almost amused by his words as I gently stepped out of his hold. âI came here to help, period. Now, let me help you.â Leon just shook his head and my brow furrowed. âWhy? You know I have your back.â
âI know that.â
âThen whatâs the problem? Iâm just as good at fighting, Leon. I may not be able to just roundhouse kick someone in the face the way you can, but what I lack in that, I make up in shooting zombies in the face or throwing knives. Iâm sure you remember Iâm a very good aim with a shotgun.â I argued, throwing in the fond memory of how we met to try and loosen him up, trying to convince him it was fineâI was fine.
He looked away for a moment and shook his head. âI knowâIts not about that, Wren.â
âThen whatâs it about?â I asked, stepping closer to press him. âCâmon. Weâve worked together before, we do that rather well, if memory serves me right.â
âI said it wasnât about thatââ
âAnd weâre partners, remember?â I asked, putting up my pinky with a small smile, hoping it hid the hurt or the way my heart was starting to twist in an uncomfortable manner. Leon just looked down at me, his blue eyes full of emotion, and as the seconds passed, I waited but he didnât lift his pinky. My chest twisted even more as my smile fell, something so small impacted me so greatly as I searched his face, my tightening from the confusion and hurt. âLeon?â This wasnât what I was expecting. I swallowed as my heart pounded, begging for some sort of answer. I waited for a sarcastic joke, some stupid one liner heâd throw my way that would make me roll my eyes or just tease him right backâflirty and fun banter to keep the dark away. But none of that happened. I clenched my fists tightly as I looked at him fiercely. âPartners. I am coming with you, Leon.â
âNo, youâre not. I canât take you with me, Iâjust please, stay here. Claire needs the helpââ
âYou need the help!â I hissed and pointed towards the town. âYou need me in there with you. I can fight, Leon. You know I canââ
âIts not about that, Wren.â He repeated earnestly, but I wasnât having it.
âThen tell me what itâs about Leon, because from where Iâm standing, it doesnât make any fucking sense.â
âYou donât understand.â Leon took a step closer as his voice became full of emotion, his fingers digging into his chest as he continued. âI need you safe. Not because I donât think you can handle yourself but because I canât focus on anything else if thereâs even the smallest possibility youâre in danger.â
I blinked and stumbled back half a step, not sure exactly how to feel as his words wrapped around my mind and began to truly sink in. Shaking my head in what almost felt like denial, or just not quite understanding the way he seemed to believe, I breathed out in disbelief. âIâLeon, nothing has changedââ
âEverything has changed.â He cut me off as he closed what little distance, I had put between us, and his hands began to cradle my face. âEverything.â I just shook my head more. âSinceâŠfuck, since the beginning. Since we had to fight our way through the city, sinceâŠwhat came after that. Then I thought I lost you, only to run into in that damn villageâŠeverything is different.â
âI had your back in all of that.â I insisted, a lump forming in my throat as I gripped his arms tightly, my thumbs rubbing reassuring circles. âWe got through all of it fine, we can do this together. We always do.â
âThere wonât be a second where I wonât be worried about you, where I could make a mistake because I canât help but make sure youâre okay.â
âAnd if you leave me here? How do you think I will feel? Constantly worried, not knowing if youâre getting out alive and wondering if me not going is the very thing that ensures that you donât?â
Leon jerked back slightly as if he was shocked by the words, but it didnât last long. âI trust you with my life, but I need you to trust me with it, too. ItsâŠI need you to just sit out on this one.â I go to protest, but he quickly shakes his head as his thumb gently caresses my bottom lip, and I keep silent as he continues. âI justâŠI know whatâs in there, Wren, and I justâŠneed you here.â
âIâŠI fight all the time, Leon. I work with ChrisâŠâ Itâs a feeble attempt at this point, we both know it, but he respects it all the same.
âIf thereâs anyone here that I trust with my life completely, itâs you. Of course itâs you. But fighting in SpainâŠscared the shit out of me. Just this once, pleaseâŠjust stay.â Leon softly pleaded as he pressed his forehead against mine. âFor me.â
The tears were hard to fight when I replied, my voice thick with them. âYou better come back, or Iâll kick your ass, Leon Kennedy.â His laugh was more of a sigh of relief as he kissed my forehead.
âI wouldnât expect anything less.â Pulling away, I glared at him through teary eyes.
âI mean it. If something happens to you, Alex and I are going to drag you out so I can kill you myself.â
âFair enough.â He offered a slight smile as he raised his pinky. âItâs a promise?â Glaring at him for a few more seconds, I finally wrapped my pinky around his.
âI hate you for this.â
For the first time since he showed his face, he offered his smug smirk, chasing away the heaviness between us. âWe both know Iâm good at making it up to you. See you soon.â I swallowed the lump in my throat, but my chest continued to ache as he disappeared.
I turned and began to make my way into the quarantine zone, intent on making sure I was so busy that I wouldnât allow myself to think, and as I spotted and headed towards Alex and Claire, I couldnât help but mutter to myself. "Just had to fall for the fucking cop.â
#oc: wren blake#leon kennedy#x: my little dark age#the last line was a struggle for me#but honestly i love the idea that wren still gives leon shit#because she still hates cops#but leon also doesn't let her forget she was charmed by the rookie cop on his first day#overall tho its so hard for either of them to watch the other fight alone#but leon is very right in this because they're both focus so much on each other when they fight together#but honestly this is probably a thing that only happens once or twice#because wren can't stand being left behind#and not knowing is far more worse#resident evil 4#resident evil oc
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The idea that Tommy, a closeted gay man who was desperately trying to fit in in a hyper macho and discriminatory environment, isn't allowed to have any growth from when he was over compensating and was a dick to Chim really pisses me off. He literally had canonical growth to the point he was going for drinks with Chim and Hen in Bobby Begins Again and they got him a fancy leaving cake.
Why isn't he allowed to grow and be better? Because he's white? Because he "gets in the way of buddie"? Because no one is allowed to say and change at all over a decade?
Like this is a queer fandom and I'd bet a lot of money that a ton of people in this fandom said and did things they weren't proud of when they were younger, especially before they came out so they could try and hide it.
I know this is quite a young fandom too but like, it was literally only a decade ago when "gay" was an insult at school and doing anything that could be get you accused of being gay was fucking social suicide. You guys have no idea how lucky you are that people at least get called out for that shit now cause they didn't when I was a kid. I would have done almost anything to just be ignored, let alone accepted, rather than being openly bisexual.
So yeah, I think Tommy is allowed to fucking change as a person because Bobby, Chim and Hen came into his life and allowed him to stop repressing. Stop being such fucking assholes. You aren't any better than him, and frankly the way some of you behave makes the way Tommy acted when he was first in the show look like a fucking saint. Touch some grass.
#911 abc#people are so so so so happy to ignore canon if it allows them to shit on a character they dont like#remarkable how the same people who say tommy isnt allowed to change and be better#are the same ones who accuse anyone who says literally anything negative about hen or chim of being racist#while openly justifying any abuse of athena because shes a cop#at least have consistency if youre going to refuse to respect all the characters#it just makesnyou look stupid otherwise#tommy kinard#am i a buddie shipper? yes#but i grew up in the era of fucking teen wolf#i can love with my faves not getting together#but the most important thing is a story that feels real#i cant see a way that buddie wouldnt happen somehow for the realest story#however if the writers do a good job#then i will still enjoy the ride#i do not want buck or eddie cheating on their oartner with the other#thats just not fun and i would HATE that to be the way bucktommy ended
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WTFFF I thought thirteen would be my new girl crush love of my life heart eyes wife you-came-after-twelve-you-must-be-better-than-they're-all-saying bbygirl and then I had to sit down and watch as she told a man who (if he were not a murderer, of course) literally every regeneration before her would've LOVED and FULLY SUPPORTED that "the systems aren't the problem. how people use and exploit the system, that's the problem. people like you" </33333 !?!?
#WHERE IS THAT POST THAT SAID NINE WOULD KILL THIRTEEN FOR BEING A CLASS TRAITOR#WHY WOULD YOU SAY âERODE PEOPLE'S TRUST IN AUTOMATIONâ ALL WORRIED AND CONCERNED LIKE THAT???#WHEN DID YOU START LIKING AUTOMATION OVER PEOPLE THINKING AND DOING THINGS FOR THEMSELVES???#AND WHY ARE YOU TRAVELING WITH A COPPER??? WE HATE COPPERS??????#did we FORGET into the dalek?? how about how he treated danny?? god there's so much more I can't even remember off the top of my head#(I understand soldiers are different from cops but c'mon don't even PRETEND twelve would've been any nicer if blue or danny were just COPS)#also a bit off topic bUT MAY I JUST TALK ABOUT ARACHNIDS IN THE UK FOR HALF A GODAMNED SECONDâ#I know the companions are usually the ones to do the doctor's dirty work here but like#I just can't see the other doctors NOT having the business man lure the spider for being so fuckin annoying about it#like I was genuinely surprised when they had him do that whole song and dance about not doing it and then he actually just. didn't do it#the doctor LOVES fucking with evil rich business men this is PERFECT. plus why not get back at him for being awful to their companions?#absolutely gobsmacked thirteen let him act like that. I am wrong in thinking that the others would've shut his shit down a LOT quicker??#anyways. I love jodie whittaker and it's just so upsetting to have her doctor do something so wildly off#THIRTEEN PLEASE I HAD SUCH FAITH IN YOUUU I WAS IGNORING THE HATERS AND FOR WHAT#I can SEE the other doctors in her still I can FEEL them they're there she's doing an AMAZING job but. oh my god. what did they make her do#I can't even say she feels ooc as a whole because jodie is bloody brilliant. it's just these... moments. that don't make ANY sense to me...#especially coming off of twelve?? I get the radical personality switch but that belief is a core part of the doctor. or at least I THOUGHT#thirteenth doctor#doctor who#I still love all of you who love her and reading ur posts/fics but I. will not be making any myself. I do not think.
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Ggrrr I wish disenchantment was better. I binged it all because I'm sick somebody talk to me about this.
#the groening show on netflix#it had so much potential#and i did enjoy it!!! plenty of the characters were awesome#but it tried to be too big. wanted to incorporate too much. i didn't like beans magic. it got really repetitive#it felt like a lot of the movement between âlandsâ was super unnecessary. and took up a lot of time that could have been used in narrative#development#and you know the most fucked up part is that there was a Canon wlw couple that was end game AND I DIDNT EVEN LIKE THEM TOGETHERRR#and the last seasons egregious hyperfocus on love specifically romantic love like#it was cringe im sorry!!! not great writing#im glad beans relationship w her dad got better but i didnt like how instantanious it felt#also obv. i hate the whole thing with prince derek and his pixie gf. ew. really weird#but there was so much good and it couldve been great#i still enjoyed it but it fell short in so many ways#HOW DO YOU HAVE A QUEER GIRL COUPLE THAT I DONT LIKE!!! ME!!! QUEER GIRL NUMBER 1!!!!!!#i like EVERY WLW SHIP#and mora x bean had potential but like#it seemed a lot of the time liek they didnt even really like eachother. they aggravated tf out of eachother and not in like a hehe gay ppl#who bicker type of way. it was very much lesbian couple written by straight man feeling. idk if thats true but its the vibe i got#to the end im sad elfo never really actionably got over his weird thing about bean. he just said he did#and him and miri/mop girl. ehhhhh#i like her but she should have had a more gradual introduction into the main cast because she really feels like an after thought#glad zog moved to the woods that seemed like the right move#bean kinda handing the kingdom off to the elves kinda felt like a cop out after thought#like she got all weird about this is their kingdom we stole it from them and then only rwally gave it up after she got something that she#wanted more#please let me remake this show!!!!!!!!#also steam land!!! i like the concept but the execution and the travellimg back and forth between the two#the biggest issue this show suffered with though was repetition.#animation was fun. i enjoyed the use of 3d especially in later seasons#a lot of the jokes were funny but a lot just fell short.
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putting on my commie hat a moment. Aside from Garak's character feeling off I don't like UMC's books because the politics are so. Urgh. Yeah let's throw in a mention of Berlin during the Wall as a resonance to Cardassia because we're Americans and we don't get that west Berlin was like. Cartoonishly bad. And East Berlin was actually not that terrible! Even before you start playing comparisons.
Random references to France that would be appropriate if you discussed France's role as one of the worst colonizing forces of the modern era. Like. Andy referenced Paris first but it is tied to the Indigenous themes because Garak- in the guise of a human- walks around Paris with the body of a mixed French and North African man. The implication of colonialism is INCREDIBLY direct if you understand anything about France beyond 8th grade history class, and the ambiguity stringly implying Garak is only experiencing this a quasi-divine state of lucid dreaming is another call back to his ongoing struggle with Hebitian identity, which is significant part of that same short story! A Hebitian priestess tells Garak "you are one of us wether you admit it or not and we can help you, but youll be punished just the same if you refuse by other Cardassians". A Hebitian man talks indirectly with Garak about how Hebitians were enslaved to help Cardassia create its beautiful government buildings. Did you know some think the Eiffel Tower is made of Algerian iron?
Like I've bitched before that she completely drops the major themes of ASIT (which she's writing in continuity with) about Garak being of Hebitian descent but the rest of it isn't good either
#cipher talk#For reference West Berlin is so bad I had to resist the urge to call it demonic#Look up the shit that was going on about enabling pedophilia. I don't bring that up as a buzzword it is genuinely fucking horrifying#Those books are just so American.#I mean no hate to Arati (I think that's her name) but she's a cop.#And we don't really delve into the complexities of policing in a society so fresh from fascist military rule in the way I'd expect#From a ds9 spinoff- ds9 which often grapples with people who have done really bad things and still shows them as people#Even if they are at times utterly awful#I say 'some think' because while Algerians say it there no much offical reporting I can find#And almost the 'debunks' say 'well the iron was from those forge :3' when the forge isn't up for debate. The topic is where it was mined
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What is it like to lack a sense of agency?
What is it like to have it?
#oc#it's her full outfit no flippin way#sometimes her name is miranda#sometimes her name is Bunny#depends on the fandom LMAO#her bit is always the same though: kinda stupid college student with a knack for urban exploring and nature stuff#she's stupid in the way that junji ito protagonists are: just kinda lets shit happen and doesn't stop it#lets herself fall into the abyss basically because depression is a bitch and she's a little obsessed with escapism#she also hates cops and is a big ol druggie but thats not important for the majority of situations i stick her in#her brain is also weird but thats just bc shes basically me but worse and also better#worse and better how? idk you tell me#she's also nb and goes by any pronouns but defaults to she/her#she's still a boy tho lol#she'd allow you to call her a girl but she mostly likes being called a guy#this bitch wears binders unless going out urban exploring or hiking etc because shit gets sweaty and you should never exercise with them#shes also vaguely southern because im from the south yehaw#mmm grits and pimento cheese yummery#I'LL MAKE A REAL CHARACTER INFO THING ONE DAY maybe
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i love being an obnoxious contrarian when it comes to some of these characters bc once again i know the story wants me to hate bobby as a flat cookie cutter antagonist but i just cant im sorry ! theyre a girlboss what else do you want from them!
#oc: triss#i mean dont get me wrong i dont LIKE them especially after the book 2 kiss scene but like#idk..triss is still friendly with bobby. he was her friend prior to them dating and she knew what she was getting into w him#and also her joining the police force was a last ditch option for her after being forced to return to wayhaven#when she was living in the big city she hated cops and was 10000% pro bobby hounding them and dragging their name thru the dirt lol !!!!!!#especially being a private detective. she was like im doing double the work withnone of the benefits or recognition. embellish harder babe!#and obviously just. wanting to be honest with people because people were never honest with her#she thinks the agency is stupid as fuck for keeping the whole supernatural revelation a secret lol. like thats not gonna backfire.....#tay plays twc#twc book 3#twc book 3 spoilers
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im calling it now if eddie does anything wrong next season my sisters gonna bail on him
#she tends to only like characters that she agrees with morally#so like she hates taylor and athena#because journalistic integrity or smth and. cop#last season when he was doing all that wild shit she was mostly just like 'wtf are you doing dude whyy' which. same lol#but i think depending on how he handles the fallout she might add him to her list of characters she doesnt like#for similar reasons i think if she was on tumblr she wouldve been pulled into the anti tommy crowd pretty quickly#like idk its more about if a character is Good rather than Interesting for her#so the anti tommy stuff wouldve definitely made an impact on her view of the character#i fear she would become a toxic buddie stan#but fortunately shes not on here anymore and the only reason her blog is still up is because i send her posts i want to be able to find#since tumblrs search function is notoriously shitty so i dont wanna just tag stuff for later or smth#anyway im yapping again whoops lol
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military issued wife but you didn't know that using the "dating app" your friend brought up once in idle talk would end with you in an office with a (signed) marriage license on the desk, actively not looking at your 'husband', the burly lummox with a skull mask who's dwarfing the chair he can barely fit in.
you'd thought it'd be like tinder. a potential dating site. as in messaging on the app, getting to know each other, exchanging personal numbers before going on a date. not marriage. not opening your front door expecting it to be your door dasher and instead it's him with a rucksack in one hand and duffel in the other.
he'd looked down his thick nose at you, grunted a quiet, "not bad", and pushed past as if you were a swinging door to a saloon. what the fuck had he been doing there? you'd only spoken a couple of times with him and left on read for the some of it. you'd chosen to move on, try to match with someone else but the app had stopped working (you couldn't swipe right or left anymore) so you'd just put it on the back burner. you had better things to worry about than another disappointment of a man then.
except now said disappointment of a overly large man is taking up most of the couch and his legs aren't even all that far apart. and he's at your house. the house you'd never sent him the address to. as a matter of fact, you'd received a text from an unknown number earlier that had said someone would be home in a few. you'd ignored it thinking it was a wrong number situation but now you're sure it was him. how he got your phone number is also a mystery.
you'd tried to argue. to threaten him with the cops. to get him out and away, far fucking away, but he'd only scooped you up and let you pelt his broad back with your fists. chuckled low in his throat while he smacked your arse to keep still. "i'd hate to drop m'wife."
whatever fight you had he ate right out of you with the heels of your feet digging into the large curve of his shoulders and his hands curled around the back of your thighs. maybe it's because it'd been a while but he'd played your body like an instrument and had you bucking your hips against his tongue, slick coating his face in minutes. (your cheeks burn furiously hot when you think back on what he'd said then. "tight little thing 'nd you've only taken my two fingers." it's flattering, sue you.)
he'd lapped at your sodden cunt until you had overstimulation clumping your lashes together, inner thighs tender from the bristles of his shorn hair and unshaven jaw, your palm on the crown of his head having both pulled him to you and pushed him away.
and then he'd wiped your release with the back of his hand, thumbed the swollen flesh of your bottom lip and rumbled that it's time for bed.
which eventually led to you being here. in front of a man he calls Price, a marriage certificate unlike any you've ever glanced upon, a large gloved hand curled snugly around your leg, fingers grazing a little too close to where he'd left aching and swollen just yesterday.
you're reading the terms and conditions of anything from here on forward. even the fine print.
and then soap comes around and plants a seed in his head of him planting a seed in you :/ at least you can tell your nosy ass aunt that at least you've got a man while she's on her 4th divorce on thanksgiving đ
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#now instead of when you getting a boyfriend it's when you having kids#before you get to say that there will be no kids simon's interrupting telling them that yall will have enough for a rugby team#erm-#while he gets spoiled by the older ladies of the house you're on the phone with laswell#it doesn't say that you MUST give him kids right?#RIGHT??#LASWELL??#HELLO??#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you
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NEED ME? â L.N
in which youâre on vacation with your ex boyfriend, the only man whoâs been able to make you cum in recent times.
warnings; smut, unprotected sex, eavesdropping, cocky lando, ex lovers, conversations of masturbation and inability to orgasm, hair pulling, oral both receiving, overstimulation, praise, slight degradation, choking ect.
it was a throw away question. one lando probably shouldnât have brushed off.
âyouâre sure youâre fine with her coming?â max had asked so casually despite it being on this tip of his tongue for the last hour, eyes not lifting from his phone to see the way lando looked at him with raised eyebrows.
the driver said your name in confusion, even chuckled. âof course. why wouldnât i be?â lando followed; a rhetorical question. he knew why max was asking such thing.
he watched as max shrugged, hummed mindlessly as if he didnât have a response prepared.
âwouldnât catch me wanting to share a roof with my ex,â max mused; putting his phone down and finally meeting landoâs eyes, glare more so, quick to put his hands up in defence. âjust saying. something to think about,â max quickly added.
he had his best friends best interest at heart.
âso what? we tell her she canât come?â lando scoffed, shaking his head as he leant back into the seat he was occupying. âweâre friends. hasnât been an issue before.â lando dismissed.
and he wasnât lying. youâd broken up almost a year ago, which was concerning at first considering you shared the same friend group. were friends before lovers.
but it worked, youâd remained friends. saw each other every now and then, in a group setting. you werenât as close, obviously, but it wasnât awkward.
âno i know,â max huffed; even rolling his eyes. âmaybe two villaâs is something to think about, thatâs all.â max shrugged once more. he wasnât just thinking of lando, but you as well, his other dear friend.
the brit shook his head, not giving in to the worry max seemed to hold. ânot necessary. no different than being at the same hotel.â lando concluded.
heâd seen you on nights out, had conversations with you on boats; you still got an invite and paddock pass to his home race.
there was nothing to worry about. if you two werenât capable of being friends, such thing wouldâve been exposed.
thatâs what lando thought anyways.
standing on the deck of a ten bedroom villa in the south of france however, he realised maybe he shouldâve considered maxâs words more carefully.
small doses of you seemed to differ from your constant presence.
the break up was civil, lando was grateful for such thing. itâd been him who ended things, purely because he felt as if he couldnât give you the time you deserve. it was a cop out, he feared, realising things were almost too good between the pair of you.
he wasnât sure he could commit to putting you through a relationship where you wouldnât get the time and treatment you deserved.
you took it well, an angel in fact; you wanted to hate him for it. but you couldnât bring yourself too. selfless enough to put the peace of your mutual friends and him first. plus, losing him entirely left a bitter taste in your mouth.
youâd mourned the relationship, cried in private and cursed him to your best friend; and moved on. well, appeared to have.
it went unspoken, amongst the group; in front of you two at least, and between you two as well. not exactly something you were ready to laugh at yet. it just seemed to go⊠unaddressed.
until it was night two, dinner at a fancy restaurant with maybe a few too many bottles of wine meant piling into ubers to get back to the villa.
it sort of just happened, lando shuffling into the car behind you; leaving you in the middle of him and max; pietra on maxâs lap and tom in the front.
your senses were consumed of him immediately, not able to avoid him considering you were practically pressed into his side in an attempt to give pietra enough room.
you glanced up at him once, smiling sheepishly to see his eyes already on you.
âyou still wear it,â lando hummed casually, pinky finger reaching to brush over the bracelet heâd bought you a few months into your relationship, grazing your wrist as he did so.
your cheeks went a shade of pink at the observation, and if it werenât for the fact you were wine drunk you probably wouldâve made up an excuse as to why the piece of metal still found itâs way onto your wrist everyday.
âitâs my favourite,â you replied; glancing down at the piece as your hand moved to fiddle with it, small smile playing on your lips.
you missed the grin spread on landoâs face, a sense of pride fulfilling him as he recounted the stress it had caused him just picking out the damn bracelet. he was relieved to see you still wearing it, for some reason.
âiâve got good taste.â lando bragged, eyes practically begging for yours to meet his again; smiling in amusement when they did as you nudged him.
you were suddenly even more aware of the closeness, the way your knees were touching, how his arm had stretched to rest over the headrest behind you. it was forced proximity sure, but an odd sense of familiarity that you hadnât felt in a while was accompanying it.
âmost of the time,â you mused, earning a nudge back â which had a giggle escaping you, one you attempted to hush; not wanting to draw attention to you and landoâs conversation.
if it did, the others in the car wouldâve seen the way landoâs face lit up at the sound. he hadnât made you laugh like that in months, heâd forgotten how good it felt to do so.
heâd almost forgotten how easy you were to be around. how easy it was to fall for you in the first place.
it was as if the universe was punishing him for such thing, because suddenly you were all he could think about once more.
that night, he was simply relaxing in his room; when you came waltzing in.
âp,â your voice hummed as you knocked; pushing the door open before lando could muster a response from inside. âdo you have my topâ oh shit, sorry!â youâd cut yourself short when you found yourself standing in landoâs room. not pietra and maxâs.
who was luckily just lounging on the bed in his joggers, not far from switching the lamp off and going to sleep.
but he had been shocked to see you enter his room in just a towel.
âyouâre fine,â lando chuckled; having sit up. âwe swapped rooms this morning⊠figured they should have a private bathroom,â lando explained; watching as your face softened in some sort of relief.
you hadnât been crazy. regardless, still embarrassed; the redness on your cheeks clear as you nodded, cringing ever so slightly.
âright; my bad, sorry,â you repeated; not even wanting to imagine what else you couldâve walked in on.
lando simply chuckled, shaking his head as his eyes glanced over your figure just once; unable to help himself. having to swallow to not let himself think back to what he knows is underneath the towel keeping you modest.
âiâm gonna go,â you declared; sheepishly smiling as you turned on your heel; cringing once more now that you were out of sight, not hiding the urgency as you practically fled his room and slammed the door behind you.
lando hadnât realised he was holding his breath until you left, body relaxing as he flopped back onto the mattress; a curse leaving his lips.
the next morning, you were there again. obviously. yet he couldnât see you, nor could you see him. so technically he was eavesdropping; but it hadnât been on purpose.
lando was out on his balcony first, which was above yours it appeared; mindlessly scrolling through his phone before arabellaâs voice became audible, who you were rooming with this trip.
âsince when did nicolas get ripped,â sheâd posed to you, peering at the man who was dipping in the pool; your eyes following her gaze from where you both sat in deck chairs; smoothies in hand.
âheâs always been cute,â you pointed out; shrugging ever so slightly as you adjusted the sunglasses atop your head, rolling your eyes the moment you caught glance of arabellaâs grin.
âand heâs always been into you.â arabella chimed, and you shouldâve expected her to steer the conversation in such direction.
lando whoever, who hadnât scrolled past the tik tok which was playing for the fourth time now, had not expected such words.
his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you and nicolas? yeah right. you two were close friends, he knew that much. but nothing more. surely not.
âweâre friends bella,â you dismissed; shaking your head. slightly flirty friends as of recent, youâd admit. but just friends.
âso? doesnât have to stay that way,â arabella had grinned â and lando felt betrayed; as if it should be him the pair of you were talking about. not nicolas.
âyes it does.â you laughed. âiâm not dating within the friend group ever again,â you spoke in such certainty it had lando confused, he didnât think it faired that bad the first time.
but he also wasnât opposed to your declaration. not that he was close to nicolas, in fact he probably knew him the least. but he was a brother of a childhood friend, whoâd tagged along the last few trips. and lando had no complaints of the guy.
âdonât be silly,â arabella huffed. âiâm not saying fall in love with him. just that he could end the sex drought youâre stuck in.â arabella hummed, your eyes widening as you hit her softly.
âwhat? no one can hear us!â arabella spoke dramatically, and you rolled your eyes; no argument because you figured she was right.
however she wasnât, because lando was still listening. and his interest had suddenly spiked.
âi am not⊠stuck in a sex drought,â you huffed; not sounding one bit convincing as you glanced at the pool. âmen just suck. iâve given up on having an orgasm.â your words were dramatic, and playful, but still a bit of truth to them.
suddenly lando felt guilty for overhearing, or purposefully listening, but he couldnât help but be intrigued.
your words made no sense to him; considering nights with you would always lead to multiple orgasms for both of you.
and it wasnât as if you were short on options.
âgotta do everything yourself these days,â arabella sighed out dramtically in agreement; but she had a boyfriend, and your friendship with the girl wasnât one for many secrets; you knew she was only ârelatingâ out of sympathy.
truth was; since lando, nothing or no one could compare. not even your own damn fingers.
âcanât even get myself off.â you huffed out almost ashamed, and you only whined when you met arabellaâs shocked eyes and slack jaw.
lando suddenly felt intrusive, and flustered from the idea of you touching yourself; one heâd grown familiar with due to long distance. suddenly he was standing and ready to walk himself inside in his room.
âis your body like⊠broken?â arabella sounded bewildered, and you could only huff.
youâd blame it on stress, or any of your medication if it was possible; youâve heard stories, knew there could be many reasons as to why your sex drive and urges have suddenly changed. none aligned with your circumstances however.
âjust deprived i think,â you sighed.
lando needed to get his mind off your sexual needâs immediately, deciding to go on a run with max to occupy himself. to get you off his mind.
and it worked, until he got back to the villa. hot and out of breath, he found himself in the kitchen â pouring a glass of water with ice, eyes wandering out the fold out doors that exposed the luxurious back yard. decking, sun lounges, a pool; and his closest friends.
and his ex girlfriend. in a little bikini. with another manâs hands on her.
he couldnât help but scoff at the sight, you resting on your stomach as nicolas rubbed sunscreen into your back â watching as you grinned and spoke up to him momentarily. you were flirting, he knew that look.
his takeaways from his⊠eavesdropping, was that you didnât plan to pursue nicolas. so what the fuck was this?
he wanted to laugh, you were going to seek answers to your problems in nicolas? he almost felt offended; if you needed good sex so badly he felt as if he was the obvious candidate.
âcareful mate, youâre staring,â maxâs words snapped lando out of his thoughts; causing him to glare at the man quickly, bringing his glass to his lips, unaware that his grip was so tight his knuckles were white.
maxâs amusement only escalated, eyebrows raising as he chuckled quietly.
âi wasnât.â lando murmured, leaning back against the counter. âjust didnât know that was a thing,â he tried to shrug off; eyes returning to where you now sat up, rubbing sunscreen into nicolasâs back now.
had he been oblivious to the pair of you?
âi donât think it is.â max shrugged, following landoâs gaze momentarily, not overanalysing the sight. everyone was friends here.
lando looked to max in doubt, to check if he was being serious.
âdoes it matter if it is?â max questioned, sassily too, almost a challenge; and lando was quick to scoff ïżœïżœ mustering up the best chuckle he could to appear as unbothered as he wanted to be.
âno,â the mclaren driver answered almost too quickly, clearing his throat slightly. âi hope it is. would be a good match,â he overcompensated; left to only flip max off as he chuckled and hummed unconvincingly.
âwhatever you say,â max mused.
lando wished he was being honest, but as time passed by it became quite clear he was lying.
dinner that night you were sat at opposite ends of the long table, like usual; regardless, landoâs eyes were trained on you for the majority of the night.
you and nicolas of course. whoâd snagged the seat next to you.
forced to watch as you shared food, laughed and chattered away in your own little world.
lando felt sick from the sight; that used to be him. should be him. and while he could only blame himself for it not being him, it was a cruel reminder of what heâd lost.
he felt utterly helpless however, because there was nothing he could do.
he couldnât even express his dismay to anyone as he watched nicolas help you in the car. left to watch as you both giggled and stumbled up to the villa ahead of the group.
he wanted to intervene, to make his presence known to hopefully at least make it awkward. but he couldnât bring himself too.
not when youâd been such an angel in the breakup, made things so easy for him from the start of the relationship to now. it just wouldnât be fair to ruin this for you.
even though it was all he wanted to do.
he noted how you two were first off to go âsleepâ that night, halfway through the movie that had been put on. and he suddenly wished heâd downed a few more glasses of red at the restaurant, maybe then he wouldnât have the capacity to brainstorm up everything and anything you and nicolas could be doing tonight.
he wasnât going to say it was what kept him up, tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep; but it definitely played on his mind.
it was starting to make sense to him at least; he hadnât been around you without distractions since the breakup. it suddenly became clear how helpful those distractions are.
3:42 the clock read.
lando hadnât gotten a second of shut eye, and after two hours of laying there; he conceded. deciding to get a glass of water as if that would be the solution to all his problems.
instead he was just met with the problem itself; you.
surprise, surprise. nicolas was not the answer to your prayers.
you were already keen to tell arabella âi told you soâ when you returned to your room. having spent the night in nicolasâ.
he was a nice guy, until the clothes came off.
it was nothing new, you on top; he came. you didnât. he then tried to get you to finish with his fingers, and you faked an orgasm when it became clear he wasnât finding your clit any time soon.
your frustrations had now multiplied, it felt pathetic. you were ready to give up.
you snuck out the moment he fell asleep, in the kitchen to get a glass of water and for a few moments to yourself.
âshouldnât be surprised youâre up,â lando made his presence known, having debated running back to his room when he noticed you occupying the kitchen.
typical.
âneeded a drink,â you hummed sheepishly; and for some reason when your eyes met his you felt intimidated; as if you needed refuge, turning back around to the fridge to fill your cup up with ice.
maybe it was because you were already sexually frustrated. or the fact you were stood with your ex boyfriend after sneaking out of another guys room.
âsame,â lando hummed; moving behind you to grab a glass for himself, and you could feel him waiting behind you as you poured water into the glass.
ânice night?â lando asked when you moved aside so he too could fill his glass, not looking at you for the time being so you wouldnât decipher the motives in the question. he didnât need you to know how concerned he was with your night.
you nodded quickly, humming as you still had a mouth full of water, leaning against the counter now.
âyeah, yeah,â you spoke; pursing your lips. it had been. until it wasnât. ârestaurant was lovely,â you smiled; shifting on your feet slightly as you took in his appearance, even in the dull lightly.
his messy curls that look slept on, slightly tired eyes. he looked cozy.
lando nodded, so much on the tip of his tongue. maybe if it was a different hour of the day heâd have the common sense to not speak his mind, but he was slightly sleep deprived and going insane from his own thoughts.
âyou know my balcony is above yours,â lando told you; randomly, your eyebrows furrowing â coughing out a slight laugh. you werenât sure where this conversation was going to lead, your guess was awkward silence. not him blurting out something⊠irrelevant.
it took a few moments for it to dawn on you, the slight curve of landoâs lips into a smirk causing your eyes to widen in realisation.
youâd only been out on the balcony once today.
âoh my god,â you mumbled; cringing as he chuckled, shaking his head ever so slightly. âshut up!â you whisper yelled, leaning forward to whack his arm, which only had him laughing once more as his hands flew up in defence.
âi wasnât eavesdropping! i swear,â lando mused, shaking his head as your eyebrows raised.
âgreat, so you just happened to hear all about my sad sex life,â you huffed, and lando couldnât help the small smile that was refusing to leave his lips; always having adored the sight of you flustered and sheepish.
it didnât help, the sight of you wearing what seemed to be just an oversized shirt. reminiscent of how his shirts would drape over your body.
âyeah,â lando confirmed sympathetically, causing you to whack him again; no force in your actions as you groaned audibly.
you couldnât think of anyone youâd rather not hear that conversation; ever so grateful you hadnât been completely honest with arabella.
you would die of humiliation if youâd told her how you compared every man to lando, how you found no one was able to make you feel anywhere near as good.
but regardless, there was a level of comfort. you trusted the man in front of you.
ânicolas though hm?â lando spoke light heartedly, reminding you of the man youâd just been in bed with.
was it bad heâd slipped your mind completely? having forgotten that he was who sparked such conversation this morning.
âdid he make you cum?â his follow up question had you dumbfounded, having not expected such blunt words as your lips parted. âcan i ask that?â lando added with a reassuring laugh. but you knew that look in his eyes.
they were darker than usual, he was staring at you intently; practically begging you to step closer.
âno,â you cleared your throat, opting for honesty. âhe didnât.â you huffed, eyes avoiding his for a moment as if you were ashamed. as if it was your fault.
the relief lando felt was pathetic, not that he wished a bad time upon you. or anyone for that matter. but god it felt like the door had been swung right open for him.
he was right; of course nicolas wasnât going to do it for you.
âi know you can make yourself cum.â lando chimed, pushing himself off the counter and taking a couple steps towards you; ridding any distance as he stood in front of you. âused to be able to at least, seen it myself,â he told you as if you could forget.
you swallowed intently, the tension now almost suffocating. sleeping with an ex was something you swore against; recipe for disaster. but it seemed awfully appealing when it looked like lando did right now.
your cheeks were pink, thinking about the countless times youâd gotten yourself off on facetime calls with the driver, purely because neither of you could wait any longer to see one another again.
ânot the same anymore.â your voice was barely above a whisper, it didnât need to be; not when he was only centimetres away, looking down at you as if he was ready to ravish you.
landoâs eyebrow raised at that, eyes flickering across your face.
it wasnât the same, youâd worked out the hard way. you only relied on your own devices when you had no other choice; and with that would be lando on the of phone with words of encouragement and direction.
âwhat, need me to talk you through it again?â his words were teasing as his hand moved to cup your cheek; your stomach turning at the thought. at the fact he seemed like he knew that would do it for you.
you let out a slight breath, shaking your head but you held little confidence in doing so.
âneed me to touch you?â he added on, offer sounding almost like a request; words so hushed you couldâve missed them. but you didnât, you heard him loud and clear.
his eyes were pouring into yours as if he pitied you, but the smirk on his face showed he wanted nothing more than to be the one to solve your problems.
you didnât even need to think about it, no ifs or buts entering your mind; nothing could make the idea of him seem unappealing.
âplease,â you mumbled; eyes pouring up into his, watching as a wicked grin spread on his features; one that made your knees weak.
it was all lando needed to hear, lips pressing against yours in an instant; it coming back to the pair of you quickly. feeling so natural, the way your body melted into his touch; the way your lips moved against each other.
your hands finding a grip on his shirt as his spread across your hips.
lando didnât waste any time; he wanted to make you cum.
he wasnât sure if it was because it seemed like a challenge, or because he missed you; but god did he want nothing more than to make you feel good:
his knee pushed between your thighs first, your legs spreading; immediately aware of the finger he was tracing up your inner thigh.
as much as lando missed the feeling of your lips against his, he loved watching you react to every touch and feeling. pulling away but not creating much distance as his fingers brushed over your clothed folds.
you took a sharp breath, shifting your weight to lean against the counter as the anticipation built within, eyes locked on his as he teasingly brushed your clothed clit as well.
he could feel your soaked panties, a wet patch that you knew wasnât there when you first entered the kitchen.
âyou know it doesnât make sense,â lando started speaking through a breath; his fingers pushing your panties aside with ease, swiping through your folds; spreading your wetness to your clit. âbecause youâre always so easy for me baby,â he practically cooed as he slipped two fingers inside you.
your jaw fell slack, hips pushing against his hand lightly as you whimpered; cheeks hinting at his taunting words which youâd almost forgotten about and how crazy they drove you.
his free hand returned to your cheek, cupping the side of your face and adjusting your head to ensure you were looking up at him; his head tilting ever so slightly as he gazed down at you.
âso responsive,â he added in a hum; looking incredibly smug, thumb settling on your clit â and the moan that escaped you as he circled your sensitive bud had landoâs jaw clenching. heâd missed your pretty sounds.
he was toying with you, teasing. his fingers moving slowly, thumb only lightly circling your clit. yet you hadnât felt this good in fucking forever, face contorting in pleasure proving such thing.
lando could get lost in the sight, not able to help himself from wanting to give you more.
his fingers gradually picked up the pace, thumb applying more pressure now; but it was when he curled his fingers, grazing that spot he never failed to miss, that you hadnât been able to find, that a slightly louder moan escaped you.
âah, ah,â lando hushed you; tapping your cheek lightly. âgotta be quiet baby,â lando hummed through heavy breaths, hating that he had to ask such thing of you.
he wanted to hear you lose control, hear you scream his name like you had countless of times. but heâd hate to be interrupted and have the current sight cut short.
you whined quietly at the request, biting down on your bottom lip as you tried to keep any noise at bay; knowing you had no choice. waking anyone up would be less than ideal.
but somehow, the thought of being caught was the least of your concerns.
your back arched when he added a third, thumb still expertly playing with your clit; your quiet whimpers and moans were growing in volume once more.
lando took matters into his own hands, the hand cupping your cheek shifting so he could tap his pointer finger on your bottom lip; and he had to shut himself up this time as you invited two digits past your lips without second thought.
âfuck,â he mumbled out; eyes fixated on the way you looked up at him with his fingers in your mouth; so similar to the sight of when youâd suck him off. his hard on was almost painful.
your moans were muffled now, thankfully, as your hips pushed forward once more; slowly losing control over your body as the pleasure continued to build.
youâd made a mess on your thighs, his fingers working in and out of you perfectly; beginning to curl his fingers repeatedly had your eyes rolling back.
âyeah, right there baby?â lando mumbled; despite you unable to respond. âgonna make a mess on my fingers yeah? think you deserve to cum,â he smirked â and if you couldâve you wouldâve cried out, nodding quickly at his words.
your stomach tightened, it was sudden; more sudden than you remembered, lando having caught on to the fact you were cumming before you did; squeezing his fingers as you came undone.
his body was practically holding you up against the counter, vision going white for a moment as your muffled moans filled the air, hips bucking involuntarily once more.
lando wanted to curse himself for ever depriving himself of such thing, watching as you shook in front of him; fingers moving to let you ride out your high, until he was pulling them from your panties, and mouth respectively.
your eyes fluttered open, nothing but awe as you gazed up at him through hooded eyes; panting ever so lightly.
he was smiling cockily, if he didnât know the root of your issue before, he did now. the way you needed him.
you couldnât even crush his inflating ego, not when heâd made you cum so hard in a matter of minutes; giving you what youâd been chasing the past few months.
he was about to kiss you again, after moments of admiring your face; but the sound of a door shutting had the moment ruined, reminding both you and him of where you are and what youâre meant to be.
definitely not meant to be caught having a moment at 4 in the morning.
lando was quick in taking a few large strides across the kitchen, positioning himself on the other side of the island as you quickly tugged your shirt down and ran your hand through your hair.
when pietra walked in, it was an innocent sight. plenty of distance between the pair of you, not enough lights on to expose your flushed cheeks or landoâs glistening fingers.
you pretended to be surprised as you brought your glass to your lips, leaning against the counter because your legs were still shaky, lando nodding towards the blonde.
âcanât sleep?â lando hummed in question.
âneed to fill my water up.â pietra nodded with a smile, eyes flickering between you in suspicion for a brief moment as she realised this was almost an awkward thing to walk in on. you and him.
if only she knew.
you nodded in agreement, raising your glass of water as lando let out a small chuckle.
âif you need a late night snack, the donuts are great,â lando spoke again; your eyes falling onto him, and you were sure your face was bright red as you watched him bring his fingers to his lips; licking them clean.
you coughed on air, playing it off as if your water went down the wrong way; pietra oblivious as she nodded with a smile.
âiâll keep that in mind.â
the smirk heâd sent you was sickening, and with that he was saying good night and excusing himself.
lando ended up needing a cold shower that night, with his own hand and images of you burned into his mind.
you were hoping your head would be clear when you woke up, but it was only more scrambled.
youâd gotten what you wanted, was it greedy to only want more?
âgood night?â arabella had questioned you, sitting next to you on the long dining table; bowls of cereal in front of pair of you; and the smirk on her face was quite telling.
except she didnât know the half of it.
âyeah, yeah it was good,â you hummed; eyes shifting to the other end of the table; where lando sat, already staring at you. the mischievous glint in his eye had you looking away quickly, the sly smirk not helping you in trying to play it cool to arabella.
you knew he was listening.
âdid your⊠problem get solved?â arabella attempted to ask without outing you, so oblivious to the fact lando could easily piece together her words.
your eyes narrowed towards her, as if to say âshut up.â which she only looked back at you with wide eyes, finding herself quite discrete.
âwell?â arabella pushed, whisper yelling.
âyes,â you huffed; in hopes she would shut up, you could feel landoâs eyes burning into you. the man who solved your problem, unbeknownst to arabella who thought it was nicolas who was responsible.
âah! how exciting,â arabella grinned; standing up and taking her bowel to the kitchen, only then did you let your eyes fall back on the british driver.
who looked oh so amused, you had to flee; following in the girls steps.
it set the tone for the next few days; longing looks, tempting smirks and lingering touches.
you couldnât bring yourself to go out of your way and seek more of him; despite how much you wanted it. nicolas had been forgotten about, failing to explain your sudden interest and now lack of in the guy.
lando was all you could think about. how couldnât you? heâd fingered you in the kitchen, bringing you to a mind blowing orgasm youâd been craving; one you hadnât experienced since him. and once again, it had gone unaddressed.
the tension was clear; you got peace from the fact he was in the same boat as you.
you hated that heâd walked off so smug that night and you yourself had nothing to brag about, left to accept the fact that you needed him. had missed him.
and he knew it.
so maybe you were tactical, every day the dresses got shorter. bikiniâs got smaller. you wanted to see him squirm.
which was easy.
it was ridiculous, how often you felt his gaze burning into you; feeling the heat on your skin from such thing. youâd blame the hot summer sun for the the constant blush on your cheeks but in reality it was him.
made to feel better by the way his jaw was constantly clenched. hands fiddling with one another. leg bouncing impatiently because he was furious with the fact you were no longer his, he couldnât whisk you away and tear your clothes off like he wanted too.
left to simply stare. dwell on the facts. wish that he somehow gets a moment alone with you again.
there were sliding doors.
two minutes alone underneath the cabin on a boat, both trying to find something to drink. he swore you were about to kiss him before max came bouncing down the stairs.
youâd all gone out one night, somehow it was only you two left at the bar. lando was convinced this was it, he was going to drag you off to the bathroom.
but then arabella appeared, demanding shots.
youâd never admit that you went out to the kitchen most nights, hoping he too would be awake at such ridiculous hour again.
you tried not to get frustrated, even with the knowledge there was only a couple days till youâd be flying back home to reality.
finally however, you got lucky.
lando had gone on a run; unbeknownst to you, who had slept in.
you rejected plans of going to a winery, choosing for a day by the pool to save energy to go out tonight like planned.
your group of friends had attempted to protest your decision, but you insisted. bribed them with a promise you would do some baking while they were out.
thatâs where lando found you.
stood in the kitchen. of course.
tiny bikini. typical.
and no one else in sight. lovely.
âsmells fucking amazing.â lando hummed; slightly breathless as he sauntered into the kitchen, moving to stand against the island â a safe distance between the pair of you.
the voice had startled you, jumping slightly as you turned around.
you smiled appreciatively at his words, attempting to not stare at his exposed torso. tanned skin, beads of sweat decorating it. his muscles only more prominent as he crossed his arms, flexing invitingly.
âwould feel bad letting such a big kitchen go to waste,â you explained; shrugging ever so slightly as your eyes returned to the chocolate chip cookies you were currently making. refuge from the sight of him.
he chuckled, and nodded; not that you saw. but his eyes didnât leave you.
he should go up to his room.
âwhoâs home?â he couldnât help but ask, feet planted. he wasnât going anywhere.
the question had you facing what you were trying to ignore; the fact it was just the pair of you. it was dangerous knowledge.
âjust us,â you spoke through a breath. if the tension wasnât clear before, those two words had it falling upon the pair of you like bricks.
lando nodded once more, lips pursing. you were so tempting. this was what heâd been hoping for. he was impressed he even had the mental strength to consider running off. hiding in his room till your friends returned.
that idea didnât last long though. moving towards you, you heard him approaching; his presence was demanding.
he was behind you, causing you to freeze. breath stuck in your throat.
âyouâre driving me crazy.â heâd whispered, despite no fear of anyone overhearing; and you had to shut your eyes for a brief moment when his lips grazed your ear, ensuring you knew just how in reach he was.
you found some solace in his words, confirming your suspicions. reassuring to know you werenât the only one going crazy. the only one feeling nostalgic.
âhow so?â you played dumb, bottom lip rolling through your teeth â regardless your head tilted aside as his lips grazed your skin again, his breath fanning your skin.
you heard him grunt, and it wouldâve made you giggle if you werenât fighting off the urge to jump his bones.
âdonât act like itâs not on purpose.â lando huffed, hands moving to play with the fiddling strings of your bikini, fingertips only just brushing your skin.
you had to draw in another breath, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. you needed some sort of power, just a physical reminder that he too was struggling despite his admission.
so you turned on your feet, eyes flickering up to his as you shrugged your shoulders; breaths slightly irregular from the closeness. right in front of you. trapping you against the counter.
âknow you havenât forgotten that all you need to do is use your words if you want me to fuck you,â lando spoke before you could, oozing cockiness despite his wandering eyes and tense jaw; his patience wearing thin.
once more you were cornered in the kitchen by his attractive frame and blunt words that had your thighs squeezing together.
âgoes both ways,â you chimed; worried if you didnât speak now you wouldnât get a word in. you knew how this went; it was only a matter of time till you were a mess in his hands.
his eyebrows raised, he even scoffed; if he wasnât so eager for you to go on he wouldâve reminded you it didnât.
lando always had a kink for making you beg.
âi already got what i wanted,â you hummed; hands moving to rest on his toned abdomen, running down and across the muscles before finding the waistband of his joggers. âsomething you want?â
your teasing tone had lando remembering just how worked up you got him, how frustrating and almost annoying you were. how annoying it was to deal with your antics that was.
âthe other night was more than enough for me baby,â lando mused; not cracking, even with your hands on his body. âalways look so pretty when you cum.â
you wish his words didnât have such a visible effect on you. how flustered you got clear by the way the blood rushed to your cheeks, even while you stood here playing with the waistband of his pants.
it was pathetic; neither of you wanting to crack first, wasting precious time because you both really thought you were above this.
able to be friends. exes who wouldnât go back to each other.
you knew he wasnât entirely lying; of course you could remember how you were gifted a man who got off from getting you off. how heâd spent nights with his head just buried between your thighs. making you cum countless of times before he got his dick wet.
âcold shower treat you well?â you huffed; not letting him get away with such thing. as if he wasnât standing here with the need to fuck you.
he smirked at your words, your attitude more so; the playful banter having been something heâd missed. something that wasnât the same since things became platonic.
âdid the job.â he laughed, hands still ghosting over your hips. âjealous i can still get myself off?â he couldnât help but chuckle; and your jaw dropped at him using confidential information against you.
your hands still on his stomach, whacking lightly which he only chuckled harder at; and if you werenât embarrassed youâd be taking in the way the smile was lighting up his face.
âthat was not something youâre meant to use against me,â you practically grumbled; eyes narrowing up at him and he practically awed at the sight, adoring eyes and all as his hand moved to cup your cheek. his grin not matching the sympathetic eyes.
âiâm sorry,â he mumbled jokingly as he leant forward; not giving you time to reply as he put the both of you out of your misery, lips connecting with yours.
it wasnât what youâd both expected, the kiss to finally ease the tension that had been building ever since a few nights ago in the same spot; the kiss was slow. passionate and deep, but not rushed.
it didnât last long; but was nice in the moment however. to feel him.
the urge to feel more however was soon too prominent.
your hands that had linked behind his neck soon tangled in his hair. the grip he had on your waist soon moved to your ass, squeezing the flesh within his hold which had you leaning into him.
he lazily dragged you back with him, his back hitting the kitchen island as he practically held you against his body; lips moving in sync.
you felt his hard on with the movement, contained by his joggers; your own excitement jumping as your hands left his hair to snake down between your bodies; palming him.
the groan against your lips only motivated you; and while you wish you could do what he does, stand here and tease him; you were too keen to get your hands on him. to hear more of those pretty sounds he makes.
so you simply smiled up at him as you pulled away; bending down and settling on your knees; hands tugging his pants and underwear down with you; revealing his cock.
his breaths were a lot heavier as he watched you, leaning back against the counter ever so slightly, gaze fixed downwards as a small smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth.
he hissed as your small hand wrapped around him; thumb swirling the precum â you loving every bit of knowing how turned you got him from just a few words and the sight of you.
he wouldnât ever deny it either; no one did it for him like you did.
âlook so pretty on your knees,â lando praised; eager to gain back some control, despite knowing heâd do anything you asked of him right now; your hand feeling much than his did the other night.
you were eager to continue to please, so you didnât waste any time in taking him in your mouth. it was as if he knew such thing, by the way his eyes were peering down at you.
his head fell back at the sensation, one heâd missed â arms flexing as he gripped the counter; a few curses strung together tumbling from his lips as you practically took him in whole first go.
his tip hitting the back of your throat did little to deter you. it was natural, as if youâd done such thing only a few days ago; not months â second nature as your tongue swirled his cock.
your eyes remained up, looking through your lashes as your head bobbed â knees uncomfortably shifting against the tiles but it was the last thing on your mind with the beautiful man above you.
taking in the way his abs flexed, neck strained and lips parted as you sucked him off â gagging occasionally but both of you knew that was no issue.
âmissed this fucking mouth,â lando grunted, hand moving to tangle in your hair; both to keep it out of your way and to just have some sort of hold on you.
he was blindsided with pleasure, more than he remembered heâd be. your bikini did little to leave much to the imagination from his angle, watching as your breasts bounced with every movement. matched with your doe eyes, his jaw was slack.
you hummed as he tugged your hair lightly, the sensation one you always welcomed; and he too was reminded of such as he felt the vibrations around him. tugging again with a little more force.
his groans were gradually becoming more regular, hips bucking once or twice â pushing his cock further down your throat each time.
âjust like that baby, always so good for me,â lando breathed, eyes screwing such momentarily as his head fell back once more.
you almost whined at the vision, wanting to scramble to your feet and kiss at his skin, feel all over him.
and heâd be happy to let you, he was hesitant in having you get him off first regardless; you hadnât left much room for argument with good reason.
but right now he had no complaints, moans growing slightly louder in volume â grip tightening on the strands of your hair. he didnât give you any warning as he came, but you didnât need any.
the way he twitched in your mouth, you didnât miss a beat â swallowing all you could; revelling in the way your name left his lips.
your mouth left him with a pop, gazing up at him to meet his adoring eyes, staring down at you as if you were the greatest thing to grace the earth.
because he did think of you as such. you continued to amaze him, he didnât grow immune to such thing; just had managed to avoid the fact for a while now.
you stood to your feet, relieving your knees of the discomfort; a coy smile plastered on your lips at him panting and flustered.
you felt even, for the other night; reassured you werenât the only one in need.
lando couldnât complain either, couldnât throw a playful comment towards you â not when you stood there with messy hair and swollen lips. all he could think about was turning you into a whiny mess, desperate to have you at his mercy again.
it was clear neither of you knew what to say in the few moments of silence; shamelessly admiring the other, catching your breaths. it wasnât awkward however.
you were happy to feel his lips on yours once more â his hands not shy in wandering your body this time, sliding down to your thighs and hoisting you up immediately.
he was swift in turning around and placing you on the counter, stood between your legs as he hummed against your lips.
it wasnât until his mouth ducked to your neck, then your collar bones, becoming harder to ignore as your head fell back, growing hot from the kisses he placed where-ever he could, that you spoke up.
âshould go to your room,â you managed to get out, watching him through hooded eyes as he simply grabbed the material of your bikini to let your breasts fall free, kissing at the skin of them afterwards.
it wasnât that you were worried on being walked in on, you had the house to yourselves for at least a couple more hours. you knew that. more so just the knowledge this wasnât your house.
his eyebrows raised as he looked back up at you, hand sprawling over your stomach as he pushed you back slightly; your body blindly following the suggestion as you leant back on your hands.
âi paid for this villa baby, if i wanna fuck you on the counter i will,â lando murmured, hands spreading your thighs further apart; putting you in no position to argue you.
how could you? his words sounded like a promise, one you could only hope he would keep.
you nodded pathetically, suddenly aware of his hands resting high up on your inner thighs; suddenly aware of your own arousal and need for him.
he discarded of your bikini bottoms with ease, admiring your frame for a few moments as his hand reached to squeeze your breast, nipple rolling through his fingers moments later.
âlando,â you breathed; almost in warning, almost a whine. your legs were still spread and you were already resisting the urge to squirm. your patience non existent.
he only grinned, a slight chuckle maybe as his hands pushed your legs further apart once more.
âi got you baby,â lando hummed. âalways so needy for me, you need me yeah? donât you?â he spoke teasingly, tone painfully sweet as his fingers traced over your soaked folds.
you wanted to curse his obvious teasing, point out how you hadnât been so cruel. but you knew itâd be no use.
you were scared to admit such thing, huffing as your hips bucked upwards momentarily.
âwant to hear you say it.â lando grunted when he realised you werenât planning on speaking; pinching your clit to get his point across, a strangled moan escaping you as your lips parted, falling into submission.
âneed you.â you whined almost shamefully, head falling back as if the ceiling would offer you refuge from his hard stare. âplease,â
your pleas were always music to his ears, so much so he debated with the idea of teasing you some more; to draw more whines and please out of you. but the way you were spread for him, so ready; he couldnât help himself any longer.
you yelped at the sudden feeling of his mouth on your clit, sucking at your sensitive bud; not expecting such feeling as your eyes rolled back.
his hands manoeuvred your thighs to place your legs over his shoulders; giving him full access to your core as sweet moans started to escape you.
âo-oh my god,â you whimpered; eyes flickering to the sight of his head between your thighs â back arching as his tongue swiped through your folds, assaulting your cunt relentlessly as if he was starved.
youâd been reminded of how good his fingers were; so much so you hadnât even considered getting his tongue again.
his large hands were squeezing your thighs, a bruising grip to keep you in place; eating you out expertly.
âlandoâ feels so good,â you moaned as if that wasnât clear by the way your hips were pushing against his hold. your right hand left the counter, moving to tangle in his curls, something to grab.
his blue eyes ventured to the sight of you momentarily, and he groaned into your cunt as he took note of the way your face was contorting in pleasure, how your body flinched with every move he made.
whimpers and moans were free falling, lando enjoying every single one â glad you could be as loud as you wanted, as loud as he made you.
you knew you were approaching your high shamefully fast, but had little room to care when youâd failed to reach it so much recently.
lando knew your body too well, could tell by the way you were tugging on his curls and creating more force against the hold he had on your thighs that you were about to cum.
he wanted you to let go, tongue flicking and nose bumping your clit â you orgasmed hard, suddenly; cumming on his tongue with what almost sounded like a squeal.
he didnât stop, letting you ride out your high â before pulling away, wiping at the corners of his mouth.
you were mistaken however in thinking you would have time to catch your breath, not getting a word out before lando was moving only one leg off his shoulder and sliding two fingers into your entrance suddenly; thumb landing on your sensitive clit.
your body almost didnât know how to react, falling back onto your hands that found the counter you sat upon once more to stabilise yourself.
âsâ too much,â you whimpered â legs attempting to squeeze shut, failing with the angle caused by one leg draped over landoâs shoulder, which allowed his fingers to hit deep within you.
lando hummed in amusement, knowing how much you could take. knowing you always said that, just to whine and cry out if he were to stop.
âtoo much?â he mocked; fingers curling and your body jerking. âwant me to stop?â he breathed; smirking oh so cockily because he knew the answer. chuckling as you shook your head ânoâ incredibly quickly.
âdidnât think so,â he huffed; thumb speeding up on your clit, rolling over the bud continuously. it was pure ecstasy, the overstimulation overwhelming your entire body.
his breaths were heavy as he admired you, the way you were shaking beneath him. reminiscent of how easily he could you like this, of the nights he made you cum four or five times before fucking you.
it killed him he didnât have the time to do so again. but he couldnât possibly complain right now.
âmaking a mess baby, all over my fingers,â lando spoke; the filthy sounds of his fingers moving in out of you filling the room, and you werenât sure youâd last much longer when he entered a third. âso greedy. gonna cum again arenât you?â
it was like he was three steps ahead of your body, leaving you to whine and nod pathetically.
âyeah? that what you want? to cum again?â lando spoke once more; watching as your head fell back, your eyes screwing shut and it satisfied him to see you feel the pleasure he was giving.
he was hard again, purely from his name sounding so fucking incredible as you moaned and moaned, from the perfection you were.
his hand grasping your cheek had your eyes flying open as lando tilted your head forwards to look at him, eyebrows raised in expectance.
âwords pretty girl,â lando reminded, chin still between his thumb and index finger â struggling to focus on him with the numbing pleasure that was causing tears to form.
you nodded, before processing what heâd said. words. right.
âplease lando,â you gasped; eyes pouring into his, pleading with his as your back arched and legs shook. you werenât sure youâd be able to stop yourself. âgonna cum,â you whined.
lando felt it had been far too long to be cruel, so he simply hummed in appreciation; smiling lazily as he pushed you over the edge as he curled his fingers once more.
your vision went white, screaming his name as you came again, all over his fingers.
landoâs bottom lip rolled through his teeth at the sight, able to take in every moment, no restraint for either of you and it felt fucking amazing.
his hands gently moved your leg off his shoulder, stood between them as his hands massaged your thighs comfortingly, giving you a few moments to come down and catch your breath.
your eyes fluttered open, and immediately you were smiling stupidly at the sight of lando; his own grin mirroring yours as he hummed quietly.
âyouâre so beautiful,â he whispered; unable to stop the compliment from escaping him, and your smile only grew; knowing youâd disagree if you caught sight of your tangled hair and flushed cheeks. ïżŒ
it had your stomach flipping, men compliment you all the time. only lando would gain such a reaction.
âgot another one in you?â his question was gentle; the sparkle in his eye daring, and you had no hesitation in nodding.
âneed you inside me,â you mumbled, causing the driverâs smirk to return to its rightful place â glad your wants were shared.
you may have gone a long time without, but your stamina hadnât faulted.
lando was tugging you to the edge of the counter at that, and you easily got lost in the kiss that he placed upon your lips; rough and messy as you melted into his hold.
itâd caught you by surprise, when he tugged you down onto your feet, spun your round and bent you over the marble surface; a gasp escaping you.
âmissed you so much,â lando sighed; ushering your legs apart as your breath hitched in your throat. you didnât know what to focus on, his words, your position or the feeling of his hands on your ass.
the confession wasnât one youâd hold onto, you knew better than to cling to words uttered during sex. but god it felt great to hear.
âmissed you too,â you assured him back, moan slipping past your lips as you felt his tip press against your folds; but he made no further movements.
your hips shook slightly, attempting to entice him â so needy despite having cum twice already. you just wanted him. all of him.
his hand moved up your back, tangling in your hair and creating a makeshift pony tail â one he tugged on immediately, your head snapping up.
âwhat did i say earlier? about using your words?â lando leant forward, lips grazing your ear; cock pressed against your entrance, causing you to cry out.
your body was overstimulated, tired; tired of his teasing. out of practice to predict his wants.
âwant you to fuck me,â you whined quickly, rushing your words out as your hips pressed backwards. âneed you lan, please,â you whimpered; sounding oh so desperate lando couldnât possibly deny you.
he entered you without any more warning, bottoming out as your walls wrapped around him; your gasps intertwining as you gripped the counter below you.
the cool surface against your front did little to cool you down, moaning at the feeling of being so full. full of him again, after so long.
too long.
âalways take me so well,â lando grunted in your ear; giving you a few moments to adjust before he was dropping your hair and standing up straight â hands finding your hips now.
his thrusts were harsh, rough and deep; not too slow or too fast, ensuring you felt every inch of him as your aching cunt squeezed him.
every move had your body jolting, moans escaping you; the counter and lando the only reason your legs were able to stay upright.
âso-so good,â you stumbled out, eyes rolling back as your body fell limp, unable to process the pleasure you were feeling. what youâd been deprived of and craving.
the driver too was losing himself in the feeling, head thrown back as he moved in and out of you â sounds of skin slapping filling up the large and empty space.
it was a mutual feeling, as to why the fuck this didnât happen sooner. how on earth you two had been in such close proximity throughout the months and not gotten to this point yet.
safe to say keeping your distance now would be difficult.
lando felt the need to be closer, as if he needed more of you despite having you already at his mercy.
his hand found your neck with ease, wrapping around your throat and guiding your head up â causing you to stand up right, back against his chest.
he didnât apply pressure, yet, but just the feeling of his large hand wrapped around the base of your neck had your legs feeling weaker; split open on his cock meaning landoâs body was the only thing holding you up now.
âfeel good?â landoâs question was just him chasing praise, knowing you were fucked stupid; but he couldnât help but want to remind you just who was the reason you could barely form sentences.
you nodded as much as you could in his hold. always nodding, he could ask or say anything and youâd find a way to say yes.
âonly i can make you feel this good hm? only i can make you cum?â lando didnât stop running his mouth, basking in the fact it was him that had the tears spilling out of your eyes. a sense of pride washing over him.
you choked out a yes, his thrusts having only gotten faster â and when his hand applied pressure to your neck you were almost certain you were in heaven.
âso perfect, so fucking perfect for me baby,â lando grunted in praise; and the kiss he pressed to your shoulder blade was a vast contrast to the treatment of your cunt.
it really was too much, the few tears and whimpers made that clear to lando; you were only moments away from cumming again and the thought alone had his own high dawning on him.
âcome on angel, cum on my cock. cum for me,â he was speaking in your ear again; and you practically screamed as your third orgasm hit â body falling limp in his hold.
the way your walls squeezed him had him cumming with you, groaning as his forehead rested on your shoulder â erratic breaths filling the room as he stilled inside you.
all his touches were suddenly delicate, pulling out of you as he moved you to lean against the counter, still holding you up slightly as you caught your breath.
it was a comfortable silence, his hands ghosting over your waist as you pressed your eyes shut for a few moments.
youâd expected some sort of regret. an immediate now what? for one of you to panic or flee.
but instead, neither of you wanted the moment to end.
âwant to join me for a shower?â lando broke the silence, a half smile that had you feeling an odd sense of relief.
one he felt too when you smiled right back, and nodded in agreement.
heâd chuckled, you would even go as far as to say he was grinning; hands grasping your thighs and picking you up with ease, carrying you off towards the bathroom.
when your friends returned you had been on the sofa, lando out by the pool â strategically placed to avoid suspicion, already under the assumption someone wouldâve brought up the fact it happened to be you two who stayed back today.
chatter filled the room immediately, lando trudging in to greet everyone. you having stayed seated, purely because you didnât trust your legs.
âburnt cookies y/n?â max had spoke across the room; having been first to stumble upon the overdone batch sat on the kitchen island youâd spent the last 15 minutes sanitising.
your cheeks flushed, purely because you could sense landoâs eyes burning into you.
you could picture the cocky smirk plastered on his face.
âyeah. my bad,â you laughed sheepishly.
and you were glad to be the only one paying attention when lando passed the back of the couch, finger grazing your shoulder as he did so.
âmy bad,â he corrected; your eyes meeting his smug ones in passing.
ââ
a/n: did yâall miss my shitty endings???
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The Consequences of Fucking Up
âYour break up was messy and painful. All you want to do is to forget about him. His friends, who ever since you ended it with Yoongi see you as their bullying target, make sure that the memory of him stays fresh in your mind however, haunting you day by fucking day. While Yoongi makes it seem as if he gives no fuck about your situation. Until one night he is in front of your door. Drunk and fucking regretful.â
â„ïž Requested by anonie â„ïž
Pairing: Gangster!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: Exes!AU, Messy Break-Up!AU, Crime!AU, Cop!AU, Hurt and Comfort, Angst, Smut, a lil bit of Fluff
Wordcount: 15.9k
Warnings: lowkey they're bad for each other, but also somehow so right?, OC is such a people hater, I feel like she has mental health issues which are never addressed tbfh, she is quite the pessimist, unhealthy consumption of alcohol, smoking of cigarettes & weed (listen. i hate smoking and stand by that but it sadly fits their characters), Yoongi is kinda apathetic and cold, or is he??, IS HE???, implied violence and murder, corrupt cops & lawyers, policeman!Jungkook makes an appearance and he stole my heart tbfh :(, he is so cute that i almost sobbed, drugdealer!Hoseok makes an appearance too, there is also detective!Namjoon and smuggler!Taehyung because I love this vibe :); abuse of power, fuck Yoongi just fuck he is so ngngn, slightly protective & possessive!Yoongi, intoxicated sex, desperate!Yoongi, no foreplay, but she is not uncomfortable, choking (m.receiving), rough desperate sex, position change from sex against a sofa to missionary on said sofa, a lil bit of strength kink hihi, he cums too soon, dirty talk, tears :'), he is actually so emotional during the sex, the ending is so cheesy and cute <3, Spoiler: he is willing to change!! and he is a cutie actually, jsjsjsj sorry but i love yoongi a lot :(
Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and isn't like my usual stories. It does not portray how the boys actually are and it is not how I see them. This is a work of fiction with no correlation to real life. The type of relationships depicted in this story are far from how I normally portray my relationships and I do not advertise for such relationhips or staying in such relationships. This story is supposed to be twisted and dark & so are the relationships in it, as well as the characters. You have been warned. If you decide to continue reading, then it is out of your own free will.
a/n: now that the disclaimer is out of the way i can officially bark because woof woof fuckkcc anonie thank you so much for this idea. i had the worst and best time writing this story like nfnfnf her mental state was definitely very difficult to write, but their tension just got to me. i made the ending as cute and fluffy as possible just as you wanted hihi <3 also i love villian characters who would set the whole world on fire just to prove their dedication :) i hope this is what you imagined, because i kinda made it longer and with more plot than i planned to at first sjjsjs i couldn't be stopped jsjsj ALSO this is giving me the perfect opportunity to finally write a Kook request I got years ago ohoho
Yoongi collides with the wall, feeling the cold nuzzle of the gun press against his chin. He drops the keys and flowers he was carrying, lifting his hands in defeat.
âCareful, itâs just meâ, he lulls.
âGet the fuck out of my houseâ, you spit, carrying murder in your eyes.Â
Three months prior
âSo youâre breaking up with me?â he asks, gawking at you with widened eyes. He looks more surprised than he does hurt. Probably because it hasnât actually sunk in yet.
âI am.â
âNo, youâre not.â He laughs because he never takes anything seriously.
âYes. I am.â
âToo bad, I wonât act like it.â
âYeah, you will.â
He laughs, âyouâve had better jokes, but I still admire the commitment.â
âYou see. Thatâs the problem with you. Everythingâs a fucking joke to you.â
He is smiling. It reaches his eyes.
âYour job, your men. Me. Everythingâs a fucking joke to you. If you would have taken Sukunaâs thread seriously, Soojin would still be alive. If you didnât fucking insult Miss Mei, you wouldnât have lost twenty thousand in drugs and you wouldnât have to fucking kiss asses like a beggar.â
His smile doesnât reach his eyes anymore.
âIf you would have put any kind of effort into me, I wouldnât be leaving now. You take everything as a joke, while in reality you are the biggest joke here.â
His smile falls. You stood up and that actually scared him.Â
âWait baby, wait. Princess, we can talk about thisâ, he argues, closing the distance with his arms stretched open. âIâll fix the issue with Miss Mei, I promise.â
âDoesnât matter. Iâm done talking. Soojin died because of your recklessness.âÂ
Yoongi touches your hands. He holds them, clutches them. You have never felt such a touch from him before. As if he actually loved you.Â
âWhat can I do? Tell me and Iâll do itâ, he offers, caressing your knuckles.Â
This is what you craved for months. Affection. Attention. You were always a passing thought to him. Something to fuck and possess. Something low maintenance like all his other shit. His current touch almost makes you want to stay because for the briefest moment, your breaking heart wants to believe that he finally changed.Â
But you know better. He doesnât take you seriously and if you stay, you will one day end up like Soojin. Metaphorically or not, you will end up dead because of him.Â
âThere is nothing you can do. Sorry.â
You slip out of his touch.
âBabyâ, Yoongi follows you with panicked eyes, trying to touch you again.
âGoodbye, Min Yoongi.â
âPlease donât leave me.â
You close the door and run, finally letting the tears escape.Â
You love him.
You always have and perhaps always will.Â
You donât want to leave, but know that staying will kill you.Â
One week passes. You spent it holed up in your small, shitty apartment, crying your heart out. Yoongi was the best and worst thing that ever happened to you and you miss him. You hate that you miss him. Because he was way worse than he was good.Â
He was never abusive. He was a violent man to anyone but you. You, he always touched with utmost care. At you, he never screamed. But he was still not good. He was cold and apathetic at times, then terribly affectionate at others, only to become cold again. And you couldnât take it anymore.Â
You wouldnât have left your apartment today if your fridge hadnât been empty. It wasnât always empty, but sadly enough, groceries donât magically appear. Not even for an outlaw such as yourself.
The city is busy. The smell of street food, smog and body odor poisons the air. The weather is hot these days and people started sweating more. You canât stand people. You pull the mask tighter around your nose, hoping to shield the stench this way.Â
You greet the clerk when you enter the shop, lowering your mask. It smells of grocery store in here. Fresh bread, produce and clean floors. Itâs a welcome change to the rancid outside.
You spent fourty minutes in the shop and pay with cash. You never pay with card because it can be traced. Someone like you canât risk being found.Â
âSee youâ, you say your goodbyes and leave the store. You plan on coming back in three weeks. You canât stand being outside often.
The door just about closed behind you and then someone jumps you. Three people to be more exact. Two hold your arms while one rips the bags out of your hands.Â
âLet go! Hey, you fuckers!â you fight them off instantly, surprised at how easily it is to do. Way too easy. They let go of you as quickly as they grabbed you. At first you think that nothing happened, until you notice your grocery bags in one of the guysâ hands. They stole your stuff!
âYou motherfuckers! Get back here! Theyâre mine!âÂ
They run away, flipping you off over their shoulders.
You sprint after them, but before you reach them, they jump onto a tuk tuk and drive off, finally showing you their faces. Those were some of Yoongiâs underlings.
âWhat the fuck?â You stumble back in disbelief. âDid they fucking steal my food? What the fuckâs happening?âÂ
It takes you a while before you finally come to the conclusion that you have to buy everything they stole a second time. And you do. And nobody jumps you. And you go home, make yourself shitty dinner and drink a bottle of soju all by yourself. It isnât a good night. Itâs a shit night. But then. All your nights have been shit for years.
You met Yoongi four years ago. It correlates with when your shit nights began. Okay, you are being unfair. The first two years with him were paradise and your nights were wonderful. You were an aspiring lawyer, while he was in the midst of getting a promotion to superintendent. You supported each otherâs dreams, motivated each other and celebrated when your goals were achieved. Then the truth spilled out. The man you knew to love turned out to be a lie. Why you never left, you do not know. He gave you the chance to leave, but you didnât. You made yourself low maintenance to him and your nights became shit. He pretended to be a proper policeman by day while you pretended to be a proper lawyer and at night he became what he hunted by day while you tried to hide whatever evidence about him flooded into the offices. You hated it at first, then loved it, then lost your job because of it and became dependent on him and started to hate it again. Well, at least working for him. You liked everything else. Having to work in the system and seeing how corrupt even the most eligible politicians or CEOs truly are, made you realise that perhaps stealing from them isnât as bad as it first sounded. You liked being on the dark side of the law because the bright side was just as twisted. You just simply started to hate that it means being close to Yoongi.
It took Soojinâs death to finally make you realise that staying with him will end in your death as well. And so you finally left.
You will start a new life, make up a new identity, move to a different country and forget about him. Maybe. Who knows. You havenât decided yet.
A letter comes five days after the grocery store incident. It is stuffed into an unsealed envelope and clearly delivered by the person who wrote it. You open it, feeling shit instantly. Whoever wrote this letter is calling you the most hurtful of names, telling you personal stuff which truly hurts. You throw it away and go back inside, opening a bottle of soju. It wasnât Yoongiâs handwriting, but somehow you still think that it is connected to him. You try not to let it get to you, but you still end up rotting away in your bed for the rest of the week only leaving it to piss, shit and eat.Â
The next week your packages are missing. You never get them back. The culprit is never found. You curse the sky, knowing that it was fruitless. Yet again, you think that it was connected to him. To Yoongi, the man you wanted to forget, but who keeps haunting you day by day.
The city at night is a dangerous place. If you donât know where to walk, you could find yourself in a rather messy situation. Especially as a woman. You are glad that most women are clever enough to stay at home once darkness greets the streets. Most women donât know how to defend themselves though. Properly and without the law in mind. You killed before. Once. It was self defence. Yoongi took care of the body, you never found out what happened to it. He stayed with you the night it happened, even let you cry in his arms. He was gone the next day and never spoke of it again.
You clutch the big knife tightly in your bag, scanning the streets constantly. It isnât far anymore until you are home. Hopefully the heavy rain clouds stay dry until you get there. You arenât in the mood to get wet. Not tonight. You would have never left if you hadnât ran out of fucking cigarettes. The kiosk was closed, so the journey was useless. Thunder announces that the clouds arenât your friends. Mere seconds later, it starts pouring.
âFucking shit, I hate this city.â
Rain in this city is always dirty and never really cold. You take it as a bad sign. Rain shouldnât be warm. Not always, not constantly. Somethingâs wrong with this city. Something is rotting slowly until one day it will consume everything in its wake. You hope to have left before it can wake up.
The way home is too long for the amount of dirty rain it pours. You find refuge under a shop sign. There are no rooftops or canopies in sight and the only thing close to a safe place was the stupid restaurant sign. Authentic Asian Beef Noodles, it reads in bright red letters. The place is stuffed with people and the smell of beef broth mixes with the dirty scent of rain. You grind your teeth. What a shitty situation you find yourself in. You prefer being outside though. You know that once inside, the restaurant would be hot and stink of digested booze and body odor. You take getting wet over breathing in peopleâs air.
Except that you donât really stay wet for long. The distinct sound of rain hitting an umbrella meets your ears. You look up. Black. You look to the side at the person holding it. Yoongi. Your stomach twists, your heart skips a beat. He is wearing a suit tonight. Black with a black tie. His hair is slicked back. He used makeup to conceal the scar running all the way from his forehead over his eye and down half his cheek. This is his work outfit. His police chief outfit. Yes. He is a chief these days.
Your instincts tell you to leave without saying anything, but itâs been six weeks since the breakup and you still love him. You hate that you do, but canât stop staring at his face. He has his brows raised in a nonchalant way as he inspects the heavy rain. He doesnât grant you eye contact, but holds the umbrella in a way which lets you know that he came out here after seeing you. His left shoulder is getting wet, while you stay dry completely.
âWhat are you doing here?â you hear yourself ask him.
âWork dinner. I have to pay âcause Iâm the boss and all that shit. Theyâre eating like greedy pigsâ, he scoffs, âfucking assholes.â
âI see.â
âYou?âÂ
âBuying smokes.â
He finally looks at you, studying from head to toe.
âThe kiosk was closedâ, you answer his question about your cigarettesâ whereabouts before he can ask it.
âI thought you quit.â
âSome things happened which made me start again.â
âMhmâ, he hums and takes out a packet of cigarettes from the inside of his suit jacket. He lights himself one and puts the packet away again, leaving you to stare at the smoke he blows out through his nose.
He isnât actually serious, is he? It is like he is mocking you. It is already bad enough that he sends his stupid goons to terrorise you, now he is mocking you as well? You hate that you still love him.
You stay like this for a while. You staring at him while he holds the umbrella for you and smokes. You donât know why you stay. You hate that you love him. You hate it so much.
Yoongi takes a long drag of the cigarette and exhales the smoke in an almost sigh-like breath. He lifts the cigarette, holding it closer to you.
âWhat?â you sound disbelieved, scandalised even.
He doesnât say anything. He just shows you the cigarette as his eyes follow the endless rain. You hate that you love him. You hate it so much. But you still take the cigarette and put your lips right where he had hisâ moments before. But you still smoke it as if it was the most normal thing to do. Because it once was. You and he shared many smokes in the past. It was once the most sensual, erotic thing to do between you and him. Barely clothed, intoxicated minds and high on the other, you often shared a joint as you got each other off. Fuck, it was always so fucking orgasmic to be with him that way.
âWanna grab a bite?â he offers, pointing at the restaurant behind him, âone more mouth to feed isnât gonna ruin me.â
You are hungry. You havenât had a proper meal in weeks. Instant ramen, frozen food and snacks is all your body has to run on. You have no energy to cook and with how shitty you eat, it is a vicious cycle. Shitty food gives little energy, you already have low energy. The motivation to properly cook grows lower and lower each day. You dread the day you have only enough energy left to open a package of chips and eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
âIâm not hungry.â
He glances at you. He knows that you are lying. Your eyes have greyed in starvation. He almost rips the cigarette out of your fingers and smokes it angrily, huffing out the smoke.Â
âIâm offeringâ, he hisses.
âAnd Iâm declining. I can take care of myselfâ, you throw back and rip the cigarette from his grasp to smoke it angrily.Â
You may be starving, but you will be damned if you make yourself dependent on him again. You left him to finally prove to yourself that you can take care of yourself. You donât need his help. Not anymore.Â
You take another deep drag, then hand the cigarette to him. He smokes it, glaring at you. You know that your stubbornness angers him.
âTell your men to stop pestering meâ, you say into the tense silence.Â
He looks over his shoulder at his police team. They are too drunk and caught in conversation to pay their boss any mind.
âTheyâre insideâ, he says.
âYou know I donât mean them. Tell your other men to stop annoying me.â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âYes. You do.â It is your turn to smoke. âIt all started when they stole my groceries, but itâs been getting childish. My packages keep getting stolen, my internet cuts off, I find letters in my mail. Letters saying awful things about me. Itâs getting ridiculous. Tell your men to stop terrorising me.â
âStolen packages?â He takes the cigarette from you, brushing his fingers against yours as he does. The touch feels like the sweetest poison on your skin. âThis doesnât sound like my problem to solve. Go to the police.â
âAre you serious?âÂ
He inhales, exhales the smoke into your face. You should be disgusted by it, but almost huff it in like an addict. Yoongi watches your lids lower and your chest raise in a greedy breath, finding it hard not to stare at your lips as he hands you the cigarette. You smoke it. His eyes are still on your lips, glued to the shape of them as his throat runs dry.
âVery seriousâ, he rasps.
âYou are the policeâ, you throw back in disbelief, exhaling the smoke into his face that way.
âMhm yeah, I guess I am.â He takes the cigarette, smoking it with half lidded eyes. He exhales, handing you the cigarette. âWhen are you going to come home again?â he asks, looking back at the rain.
You almost choke on the smoke, exhaling it in a cough. Yoongi glances at you from the corner of his eyes.
âYour farce is getting ridiculousâ, he says coldly.
âMy farce?â
This break up wasnât the first break up you and he went through. You left many times before, always thinking that you were finally strong enough to forget him only to come crawling back again. You donât blame him for doubting that this time will be different, but you still canât stop yourself from getting angry.
âDid you even hear what I said?â
âI did. Go to the police. I have nothing to do with it.â
You drop the half-finished cigarette. It dies in the puddle on the ground.
âI was smoking thisâ, he says dryly, âbesides, donât litter.â
âPick it up yourself if you care so much about these dirty ass streetsâ, you spit and turn to leave. You take getting wet over being with him any longer.
Yoongi watches you leave, shakes his head in disbelief and bends down to pick up the cigarette. He wonât run after you because you will come crawling back eventually. You always do.
âSir?âÂ
He turns his head. One of his officers. He is young and with sparkles of big dreams in his eyes. Yoongi pities him. This city is going to chew him up until there is nothing left of him. He had the same dreams once and knows what the viper nest, which is the justice system, is going to do to him.Â
âWhat do you want?â he asks him dryly, rolling the wet cigarette between his fingers.
âWho did you talk to right now?â
âJust someone important to me.â
âShouldnât we escort her home? Itâs raining and there could be criminals on the streets. Itâs too dangerous for a woman to be alone.â
âSheâll get home safely.â
âAre you sure, Sir? I stayed sober for cases like these. I could get the car right away.â
âYouâre sober?â
âYes, Sir.â
âBut itâs a work dinner. Youâve been off work for hours.â
The young officer salutes, âI know, Sir but a policeman shouldnât slack, Sir.â
Yoongi feels deep pity for the young man. He is so motivated, so proper and full of good spirit. Waking up is going to hurt like a bitch for him.
He pats him on the shoulder.
âYouâre a good person, Jeonâ, he says and swerves past him to get back inside.Â
The young officer follows him with pride glimmering in his innocent eyes. Yes, waking up is going to hurt like a bitch for him.Â
Yoongi wasnât always living two lives. He was like his young officer once. Full of dreams and motivation. He dreamed of using his powers to do good, to help those who needed it most and then he woke up. He watched politicians and men in power ruin, rape and kill the powerless without ever getting punished for it. He felt helpless. If even someone in his position canât change the world, then who will? His criminal work was honourable once. He slipped evidence money under the table to hand out to the powerless, he let proof disappear for people doing crimes out of desperation. One time he was supposed to put a starving mother behind bars because she stole diapers for her babies. Yoongi couldnât do it and so he disobeyed the law for these kinds of people.
But then his criminal work became less about the powerless and more about him. Making money the illegal way was easy and it is fucking addicting. Especially when he could make sure that evidence about him never reached the higher ups. Yoongi fucking loved the sudden power he possessed and he was too blinded by it to see that he became exactly what drove him to criminality in the first place.
Yoongi tells his officer to check up on your place that night. The young officer rings the doorbell like he was told to do.
You open it, swaying from intoxication as you do. The stench of digested booze wafts off you. But you somehow seem to sober up when you see the police badges on his shirt.
âYouâve got the wrong personâ, you tell him, trying to morph your face into an expression of sobriety.
âDonât worry, Miss. I came here to check on you.â
âCheck on me?â
âYes, Miss.â He salutes you. âI have orders from my captain to make sure that you arrived home safely and that you received thisâ, he says with an innocent smile on his lips, presenting a plastic bag to you.Â
Authentic Asian Beef Noodles, it reads in red letters and inside, three big takeout containers of food are waiting to be eaten.Â
Everything clicks into place. This is one of Yoongiâs employees. Another young, hopeful spirit which will be crushed in the system. You pity the young officer. You had the same innocent sparkle in your eyes once.
Hesitantly, you accept the takeout food.
âThanksâ, you mumble.
âAny time, Miss.â He studies you for a moment. âAre youâŠare you okay, Miss?â
You bite back tears. His empathy is going to kill him one day. But it feels so good to receive. You havenât been asked this question in so long.
You shake your head. He straightens up in worry.Â
âShould I call help for you, Miss?â
You know what he indicates.
âThank you, no. Iâm just going through some shit. Sorry, Iâm being sappy tonight.â
âYou donât have to go through it alone, Miss.â
âI know. Iâm just⊠Iâm seriously alright, I wonât do anything stupid. You donât have to worry, officer.âÂ
âYes, well I still see it as my duty to stay because you seem sad to meâ, he says and tries to go inside your apartment. He still has a lot to learn. You know from his eyes that he has no bad intentions and that he truly wants to help, but you know how the city will treat such deeds. One day he will try to help the wrong person and end up with attempted sexual assault charges. And it will fucking destroy him because people like him only see the good in the world and canât imagine that others would want to hurt people.
You stop him with a guiding hand on his chest.
âThat isnât necessary, really. My packages keep getting stolen and I guess itâs been annoying me.â
He pulls out a pen paper instantly, stepping closer to you without noticing, âyour packages? Have you seen anyone suspicious? How many packages have gone missing? When did it start?â
âNo, I⊠Thank you for your concern and the food, but I will get through the night safely.â
He steps back, cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
âForgive me, I donât know why I did that. My captain said that you were important to him and that I should make sure that you are well, so I wanted to do a good job at it.â He bows at you deeply. âPlease forgive me, Miss.âÂ
âHe said that?â you whisper.
He nods his head, âyes, Miss.â
âOh. Uhm. â You clear your throat. âThank you, I, uhm, tell him that Iâm good.âÂ
âI will, Miss. Here, my card. You can always call me when you need somethingâ he hesitates, âor when you just need someone to talk to.âÂ
âThank you. This is so kind.â
âYou are never alone, Miss.â
âThank youâ, you say, bowing at him. He is so kind. God, you want to grab him and tell him to run before itâs too late.
He bows as well, âgood night, Miss.â
âGood night.â
You watch him leave. He gives you one last look out of the police car and a kind wave, then drives off.Â
You close the door with a curse. This just sobered you up. The young policemanâs kindness just sobered you up. You check his name on the card he handed you. Jeon Jungkook. Why someone like him? He never should have found his way into this field of work.Â
You look at the takeout food next, feeling your stomach twist. You are important to Yoongi. Holy fuck.
Itâs been eight weeks since you left him. You donât feel better. The cigarette you shared was two weeks ago and yet you still feel as if it was sticking to your lungs. Each time you breathe out, you swear you can taste him. It almost suffocates you and keeps you from relaxing. So you leave your depressing place for a walk to the kiosk. You read somewhere that walks are good for oneâs mental health. You canât agree. Walks force you to be outside where people are loud and fucking stink.
The vendor must be fucking with you. The day is bright, but the kiosk is closed again. You bang your fist against the closed door, cursing loudly. You want your fucking smokes is that too much to ask? This city is fucking shit.
Youâll just call someone who will always help. You saved him as Jay. His real name is Hoseok. You donât say his real name in public. He doesnât say yours. Yoongi sometimes called him his best friend, but what is such a title out of the mouth of the most apathetic man you know? You were his girlfriend too and look at where this has gotten you, living as an outlaw in the shit and dirt of this city.
Like always, Hoseok lets the phone ring four times then he picks up.
âFlames are hotâ, he says.
âAnd the arsonist works hardâ, you answer him.
âHyacinth, itâs good to hear your voiceâ, there is finally a smile in his voice now that you answered the code correctly.
âThe same goes for you, Jay.â
âWhatâs up? I havenât heard from you in ages.â
âNothing much. Iâm out of smokes.â
âThe corner in twenty?â
âYeah.â
You and he end the call at the same time. Twenty minutes later you meet. He wears black overalls and smudged eyeliner. He says it keeps the char easier to hide. Like always, he greets you with a quick hug.
âWhat do you got?â you ask him.
âWhatever you want.â He opens his bag. âIâve got cigarettes, but something stronger tooâ, he says, scurrying around the contents of the bag with his fingers. He always has burn marks on them, but somehow they are never dirty.
âWhat do fifty bucks buy?â
âFor you? Two packs of cigarettes and two joints. Thatâs a steal.â
âFuck dude, youâre getting expensive.â
âYeah well, a manâs gotta eat.â
âFine, Iâll take it.â
You and he exchange goods. He makes small talk.
âBut why are you here with me? Did Suga run out of goods?â
Suga is Yoongiâs codename in public. The sound of it almost brings bile into your throat. You did such a good job in forgetting him and now the memory of him is as fresh as a new day. At least you like to pretend that you are doing a good job at forgetting him. Your heart knows better though.
âWe, uhmâŠâ
Hoseok exhales sharply, âagain?â
You nod your head.
âWhen?â
âMore than two months ago.â
âDamn, thatâs long.â
âYeah, Iâm serious about it.â
He cocks his brow up.
âI amâ, you insist just a little snappishly.
âAlrightâ, he closes his bag, âI gotta go now.â
âAlready?â
He looks around nervously. Almost as if he didnât want to be seen with you.
âYup. Use the stuff wisely, I wonât have new stuff for a while.â
âSeriously?â
He nods his head and salutes you nonchalantly.
âSee you around.â
âSeeâŠyou?â
He turns his back to you and walks off quickly, soon disappearing into the busy crowd. Is this your fate? Even the people closest to you avoid you now that you arenât Yoongiâs anymore? Were you truly only worth something as his little thing? You ball your hands into fists, bending the joints this way. You have to leave this fucking place. There is actually nothing holding you here anymore.
That night the phone terror starts. Numbers keep calling you over and over and over again. You pick up the first time, only to have to listen to the most hurtful things another human has ever said to you. The voice wasnât Yoongiâs, but you still blame him. Now that you arenât his thing anymore, you became free food to whoever had been waiting to make your life a living hell. You turn off your phone after an hour and go to sleep with the help of Hoseokâs joints.
The doorbell wakes you the next morning. You consider not answering because itâs probably just one of his goons wanting to terrorise you. But whoever is ringing the doorbell is stubborn, forcing you out of your bedroom. You look through the door cam first.
That young officer. He is in full uniform.
You open the door hesitantly.
âGood morningâ, he greets you with a wave and a smile.
âGood morningâ, you murmur. Your mouth is as dry as a fucking desert. You are also so hungry that you could throw up in his face right now.
âHow are you feeling, Miss?â
âGood.â
âThatâs good to hear.â He says and shows you a package which he kept hidden behind his back all this time. He smiles brightly and proudly. âTada!â
âWhatâs that?â
âI caught the package thief, Miss.â
âAre you serious?â you gasp and your eyes instinctively drift to the car you have noticed parked outside your unit for days. The door is opened and someone is sitting in the backseat. He looked cuffed to the seat. You glance at the young officer and the shiteating, proud grin he is sporting. He has been watching you? Did Yoongi tell him to?
âWait. Youâre actually serious.â
âVery serious. For you, Missâ, he says and shoves the package into your face.
âUhm, uh. Thanksâ, you accept it, putting it under your arm. âHave you been watching me?â
âDid you notice the car? Sorry, I thought that I was better hidden. Iâm still new to all of this. But I caught the thief, heh.â He points at himself with his thumbs. âThatâs my first real arrest.â
He manages to drag an honest smile to your lips. He is kind of adorable in a way.
âThatâs cool. Thank you for taking care of it. Now Iâve got nothing to worry about anymore.â
He grins and nods his head, studying your features afterwards. He opens his mouth.
âJeon are you there? Overâ, his walkie talkie interrupts whatever he wanted to ask you. He takes it off his chest harness.
âIâm here, Kim Sir. Over.â
âCome to the precinct. We need reinforcements. Over.â
âComing right away, Sir. I caught a thief right now, Sir. Over.â
A pause where the higher officer is definitely baffled by his confession.
âGood job, Jeon. Over.â
The young officer giggles before he speaks again, doing so as seriously as possible.
âThank you, Kim Sir. I am taking the criminal to the precinct. Over.â
âUnderstood. Over.â
He puts the walkie talkie back on its harness and gives you a sorry smile.
âThat was my boss. My other boss, not your friend who is the boss of this boss. Anyways. I have to go now, duty calls. Are you going to be okay, Miss?â
âI am. Thank you for your kindness.â
âAnytime, Miss. Uhm, have a good dayâ, he says and leaves with a wave of his hand. He waves again as he drives off. You retort it, staring at his car until it disappears behind a corner. You sigh deeply. He is so nice. Why someone like him? Why does this life always find people like him?
Itâs been ten weeks since you left him. You read somewhere that walks are good for your mental health. You still canât agree. Walks force you to be outside where people are still loud and still fucking stink. But itâs better than staying in your apartment. Youâve got new neighbours since Monday. They keep fucking like actual animals. They fucked when you left your place tonight. You were this close to kicking their door in and slaughtering them like pigs. You opted for a walk in the end.
You walk for a while then sit down by an empty bench next to the river. It is quiet. Nobody is really here. At least nobody important. A couple, how disgusting. A late night jogger, clearly a man. A homeless person, who uses another bench as their bed. You hate looking at homeless people because you feel helpless seeing them. You stopped being on the bright side of the law because of people like them. You thought that maybe if you stole from the corrupt men in power often enough, you would be able to help the ones who truly needed it. But you never managed to actually achieve anything. The homelessness in the city grows, while the pockets of the politicians become fatter and fatter in wealth. You fucking hate this city. It is rotten to the core.
âLook who we have here. If that isnât our pretty little Hyacinth.â
You arenât quick enough to get up to leave and then you already have two men throwing their arms over your shoulders while a third is grabbing the back of your head from behind. You try to reach for your knife but canât. Their grip on you is too good.
âWhat are you doing here all alone?â
Their voices are familiar and one look at them confirms your suspicions. Itâs them. The same three underlings who stole your groceries months ago.
âLeave me aloneâ, you tell them.
âWhy should we? You are all alone. If the boss knew weâre leaving you alone, heâd grow angry.â
âI can take care of myself.â
âNow, now donât be like that. Youâre just a girl and there are many dangerous men out there.â
You look to your side. One of them is licking their lips like a hungry animal.
âYeah? And youâre being fucking inappropriate. Leave me aloneâ, you spit, shaking off their arms.
They let you. Just as they let you stand up and take your bag.
âGoodnightâ, you tell them and leave. Quickly. You walk a good hundred feet until you finally dare to look over your shoulder only to realise in horror that they are following you. Quickly.
You can defend yourself. You know how to kill, but you also know when you are outnumbered. And three bigger men against a woman is sadly never going to end well for the woman. You hate this city and you hate this life. You know that their words were nothing but provocation. They know you arenât with Yoongi anymore, that you arenât under his protection anymore and that in some weird way, you sullied his honour. You also know how people who bring dishonour to the gangs of this city are punished. The men are murdered and the women, well, they are murdered too but not before being sullied themselves. You hate this city and you hate this life. This life which is going to fucking end for you soon.
You dare to look over your shoulder one more time. They are so close that you can see the hunger in their eyes. No. Nononononono. It canât end like this. You were supposed to leave this city, start a new life, forget about Yoongi. You are not going to die here in this dirty, shitty park far away from your dream.
Thump.
You bounce back from the impact, letting out a blood curling scream. It was instinct. Just as it is instinct of the person you ran into to grasp you by your arms and pull you closer again.
âLet me go! Help! Help me!â
âQuietâ, the person hisses and shakes you. This voice sounded different. Familiar in an almost intimate way.
You dare to shift your eyes to them.
Yoongi.
âI, I, Iâ, you stutter, feeling delirious in both fear and shock. You grab his shirt, twisting it to get closer to him. The act is intimate and out-of-place but you are too frightened to think clearly.Â
Yoongi brushes over the state of your glassy eyes to look over your shoulder. There are three men suddenly scurrying away, using the darkness to hide. He managed to get their faces.
He looks back at you. Your eyes meet. A little bit of clarity returns to you. What are you doing? Your fingers soften around his shirt.Â
âI donâtâŠâ
âCome on, weâre going homeâ, he say sternly and puts an arm around your waist, dragging you with him like this.
You follow him all the way to his car. You even let him sit you down on the passenger seat and you even stay seated when he rounds the car to get to the driver side. You think that you are in shock because you donât protest when he starts the car, nor when he drives off. You simply stare outside with your knees turned to him because your body acts against your consciousness. The city passes you by in flashes of neon colours. His car smells like his cologne and leather. He has no music playing.Â
Yoongi glances at your face. You have your head against the window, squeezing your hands between your thighs. The neon lights illuminate your features each time he passes by another light source. He can see that you are trying not to shake.
He takes a deep breath, shifting his eyes to the road. He has to grip the steering wheel, otherwise his hands would shake in anger.
âShould we get dinner?â
His voice rips you from whatever trance you were in. You sit up straight, looking at him. He is gripping the steering wheel to the point his knuckles pale. His long hair is hanging into his face tonight. A turquoise varsity jacket adorns him. His scar wasnât hidden behind concealer. He wasnât working his day job today. What was he doing at the park? Why was he there?
âTake me homeâ, you order him.
âI am.â
âNo. Home. Not your place.â
âMy place is your homeâ, he gets out through gritted teeth.
âNo, it isnât. Not anymore.â
âDonât be ridiculous.â
âDid you see what they were doing to me?â
âNo.â
You are lost for words for a moment. The tears come afterwards.
âStop the car.â
Yoongi looks at you because your voice was shaking. He holds his breath at the sight of your tears.
âWhat?â he makes sure.
âStop. The. Car. Now.â
He laughs and shakes his head.
You pull the knife out on him. He swerves to the side on instinct, fixing the mistake so vigorously, you and he shake in the small space. You donât let it affect you, holding the knife against his skin.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â he hisses.
âStop the fucking car or Iâll kill us bothâ, you spit, holding the knife against his throat.
âFuckâ, he growls and hits the steering wheel. The car rolls to a stop.
âGet outâ, you threaten.
âI am. Fuck.â
He follows your orders because you have his life at bladeâs end. He still slams the door closed. You leave the car instantly.
âWhat the fuck were you thinking? You could have killed us bothâ he tries to scold you, but you silence him.
âIâm talking nowâ, you roar.
Yoongi closes his mouth because he has never heard you like this before.
âYou are such an asshole! Each day I regret the moment I met you! You are the worst thing that ever happened to me!â
Yoongi gulps.Â
âI had a life before you. I had dreams and ambitions and, and goals andâŠa chance. I could have had a good life. I was supposed to use my degree to help people but you ruined everything for me.â
He rounds the car in big steps, coming so close to you that you smell his breath. It smells like chewing gum.Â
âYou could have achieved something? What exactly did you achieve as a lawyer? Mhm, what did you achieve? This city is fucked.â
âYes, because you fucked it!â you hit his chest. He doesnât budge, but also doesnât stop you. âYou fucked it and you fucked me and I hate you for it!â
âDonât blame me for your decisions. I gave you a chance to leave me back then. You were the one who stayed.â
You inch closer until your lips are almost touching. Yoongi exhales shakily, placing his hand on your hip.Â
âAnd I will regret this decision till the day I dieâ, you whisper, breaking the closeness.
You slip out of his hold. He follows you in a small stumble and a trembling gasp.Â
âI never want to see you again. Are we clear?â you hiss at him.
âDonât be fucking ridiculous, you donât want thisâ, he hisses back at you.
âYouâre wrong, I donât want you. I thought I still did, but I donât. You donât care about me, itâs finally so fucking obvious to me. You donât fucking care.â
âYou donât know what youâre saying.â
âThey are terrorising me, Yoongi!â You finally scream. âI wake up to people ringing my doorbell in the middle of the night, I have to keep my phone turned off because the phone calls donât stop. I keep getting my stuff stolen and, and I thought I was going to be raped tonight! They are terrorising me and you called it not your problem!â
âNo, you-â
âIâve been living in constant fear, our friends donât even look at me anymore, I havenât eaten in days and I canât-â, you stop yourself. He doesnât even deserve your anger anymore. â-you know what? Fuck this and fuck you. Iâm leaving.â
You turn your back to him and leave.Â
He says your name and takes your hand. He pulls, tries to turn you to him. But you rip yourself free again.
âDonât goâ, he says.
You donât listen.
âIâm ordering you to stayâ, he sounds desperate, yelling your name, âI am ordering you!âÂ
He can yell as much as he wants to. You donât listen to him anymore. The subway station isnât far. You will make an exception and take it tonight. Even if you hate it. It stinks. Just like the rest of this shitty city.
You are going to leave. Once you are home, you are going to start packing and then you are going to leave. You will call V. You donât know his real name, but he can change your identity as quickly as others change their socks. You will call V and tell him to have your passport ready the day after tomorrow. You will pay him with the money you have under your pillow and then leave for somewhere clean. Maybe somewhere with lots of mountains. You always heard that the air at these places is breathable.
You call V the same night. He tells you that two days is too short and to wait another week. So you wait. Your bags have been packed. You live out of them in your own place. You donât leave it. You are scared. With how little Yoongi cared about your situation, you doubt that he told his men to stop. You are scared that if you left again, they would finally go through with what they couldnât finish back then.
The doorbell rings during a rainy, dark night. You flinch awake to the point where you feel sick to the stomach. The lights are turned on instantly eventhough you know not to do that in such a situation. You canât think clearly. You just want this to be over. All of it.
You run to the front door because you suddenly feared that it was unlocked. It isnât, but you can watch someone push an envelope under your door. The shadow blocking the light outside leaves the moment the letter is inside your apartment.
You donât want to open it at first, staring at it as if someone had planted a bomb in your apartment. Fuck it, if that is how you die then so be it, you think in the end and bend down to pick it up. It feels different in your fingers. Sophisticated. Intimate. The envelope is glued closed as if someone licked the glue stripe and the faint smell of well-known cologne lingers on the paper. You open it with shaky fingers.
A letter. It is heavy and folded once. You open it, gasping when three photographs fall out of it and onto the ground. You donât know what is on them because they landed on their face side. So you read the letter first.
âIt has always been mine as well.â
Written in black ink and a familiar handwriting. This is Yoongiâs writing.
With even shakier hands, you pick up the pictures. You feel sick for a moment, gawking at the cruel pictures with your hand thrown over your mouth. The three men who terrorised you. Their mutilated corpses look back at you. He tortured them to death.
You rip the door open, stumbling onto the balcony. You look down at what tripped you. Two bags of your favourite takeout food and a six pack of water. Both clearly fresh. So it was him. Yoongi must be here somewhere. You look into the distance. The night is loud and blurry in a thunderstorm. The streets are empty. The ghost of your past is gone again. You squint your eyes. A person.
âYoongi!â you call out, unable to realise that you are smiling and waving your hand.
The person moves. Oh. It was just the shadow of a tree. For just a moment you had hoped that the dark shape was him waiting for you. It was just a treeâŠand you were happy that if could have been Yoongi. The realisation hurts.
âFuckâ, you press out, going back inside. The lump in your throat makes it hard to breathe. You stumble back to bed, halting for a moment when you pass your suitcases.
It has always been mine as well. His words repeat themselves in your head. All this time, you thought that he didnât care. All this time, you thought that your terror left him cold. Your eyes drift over the empty takeout boxes from the noodle place. You still havenât cleaned them up. He made sure that you were properly fed for days back then. A glance at the new stuff he got tonight. He is still making sure that you are. Your eyes drift over the package next. He made sure that they stopped getting stolen. You look at the pictures in your hands. He made sure that they would never hurt you again. All this time, you were so blinded by your own anger that you missed how he had always looked out for you. You missed his way of showing you that you were important to him.
It has always been his problem as well.
Something inside you breaks and you scream. You donât know what you scream for, but you scream. It hurts so much. It hurts so much because you will still leave. He will hurt you again if you stay. All his efforts healed your heart and it hurts so much because you will still leave. You were meant to stay broken hearted. Leaving would have been so easy this way. Now it hurts like a bitch. But you canât sway. You have to leave this place. It will chew up what little is left of you until you truly cease to exist.
V comes to your place the next day. He rings your doorbell. It wakes you from the uncomfortable sofa you fell asleep on last night. You groan as you sit up and you barely want to open your eyes as you stumble to the door.
You open it without checking the camera first.
âTook you long en- you?â
Jungkook, the young officer, greets you with a smile.
âI swear Iâm not stalking you.â
You have a headache today, so it is difficult not to snap at him. He is also not the person you wanted in front of your door today.
âIâm starting to doubt that.â
He laughs, âitâs not that. I talked to my boss. Your friend, the boss of the other boss. Sorry, anyways. I need you to come to the precinct with me.â
âWhat? Why?â
âOkay so, this is actually so cool and I shouldnât even be telling you this, but youâre my bossâ friend so I guess itâs okayâ, he begins with sparkling eyes, âturns out that the package thief is actually a serial thief and you arenât the first one he stole from. Isnât that cool? Itâs like in those movies. Those cool cop movies.â
âReally? He stole from more people?â You highly doubt that.
âYeahâ, he laughs as he answers you, nodding his head excitedly, ânow weâre calling in everyone who he stole from so we can take their statements. My boss says that we canât keep the thief locked up for long otherwise.â
You know that this wasnât really how the law works. After all, you were once a lawyer who was fucking good at her job. Is Yoongi trying to drag you back to him? First he tries to change your mind by killing your bullies and now he is trying to do the final blow by abusing his power as police chief? You check the time. Couldnât the young officer have come later? You could have had your passport already and be far, far away from this place.
âCan I just give it to you here?â you ask him.
âMhmâ, he tilts his head to the side, âno, I donât think that it works like this. Iâm sorry, Miss. The captain said that itâs important that all the victims come into the precinct.â
You have to give Yoongi that. He is real clever about it. That means however that you canât escape this situation. Any more resistance from you would make you suspicious.
You give up with a sigh. âCan I just change into something different?â
âOf course, Miss.â
The young officer lets you sit in the passenger seat. He is so new at all of this. With such naivety he tells you his entire life story. That he was from the countryside and that his dream has always been to be a policeman in the city. That he studied hard for years and that he completed his enlistment with honour just so he could be a proper officer. He sounds so proud of himself that each second with him makes you hate his presence more and more. He is so fucking stupid and it angers you. Why would he throw away his life like that? Why someone like him?
You are led to one of the precinctâs interrogation rooms and are told to wait there. The table is decked with different foods.
âWhatâs all that?â you ask Jungkook.
âBreakfast, Miss.â
âDid your captain tell you to do that?â
âHe said that wanted to make sure you get your breakfast because we called you in so early. The captain really cares for the citizens.â
You stifle a scoff. Sure he does.
âMhm, I see.â
âEither way, it wonât take longâ, the young officer bids his goodbyes and leaves you in the interrogation room.
His words were a lie. You wait and wait and wait, but nothing happens. There are no clocks in this godforsaken room, but you still know that it has to be hours. You didnât want to eat the breakfast at first, glaring at the two-way mirror because in your mind, Yoongi was behind it, watching you and making sure that you ate. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction at first, but had to in the end. The body begins working against oneâs will when it is starving and the breakfast looked way too good. You eat all of it, then glare at the mirror again. You are still left alone and more time passes. It is as if they are trying to wear you down, as if you were the criminal in this situation. Granted, you are a criminal, but only Yoongi knows that and right now you are a poor civilian having done nothing wrong. You know that itâs Yoongiâs doing. That he somehow wants to terrorise you.
So when the door finally opens and he walks into the room, you almost throw the empty bowl at his head.
âForgive the wait, Miss but something came upâ, he says nonchalantly, flicking through some papers.
His second in command Kim Namjoon and the young officer Jeon Jungkook are behind him, which is why he is putting up this act. You grind your teeth.
âI already started to wonder if Iâm in danger hereâ, you say way too sweetly.
âThat depends on how you are going to answer our questionsâ, he says and sits down on the chair in front of you.
Jungkook stays by the door while Kim Namjoon stands a little to your side.
You look around yourself. He is trying to intimidate you.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? I thought that Iâm here to give my statement because of my stolen packages.â
Yoongi glances up from the papers. This is the first time your eyes meet after your fight and he killed your bullies. If only the others in this room would know how much blood he has on his hands and to which length he is willing to go to protect you. There were times where you would have dragged him over the table and kissed him senseless, but not anymore. You are stronger than your urges, even if it hurts your heart. You canât give in again. If you do, he will take you for granted again. You wonât be happy with him. You finally have to fucking understand that.
âYouâre right. You are here because of thatâ, he says dryly.
âGood. It started on May sixteen. I came home at around seven ten and noticed that my packages were missing. Two were stolen back then, but in total he stole eight packagesâ, you say and proceed to tell him the exact dates with the time as well as what was stolen. Â
âYou seem to know how such hearings workâ, he says after he wrote down what you said.
âI had a few hours to practice what I was going to sayâ, you say with a poisonous smile.
One Yoongi retorts with just as much poison and a deep hum.
âApologies again.â
âDonât worry, I know how hard the police works at keeping this honourable city safe.â
He tongues his cheek. You give him a victorious smirk. This cut. Good. He takes a deep breath and releases it through his nose, reaching into his suit pocket to pull out a cigarette. He gets as far as to put it to his lips and then Kim Namjoon already speaks up.
âCaptain. Smoking is prohibited in this building.â
âFuckâ, Yoongi presses out and takes the cigarette between two fingers to tap it against the table instead.
âSmoking is bad for you either wayâ, you say.
He tongues his cheek again. You know that he wants to curse at you right now, but canât. He has to put up a friendly act.
âI know, canât shake the habitâ, he says and studies your face, âso what now?â
âSir?â Kim Namjoon is rightfully confused. Yoongi slipped up.
âI donât know, I was never in such a place before. Do you still need to take my information?â you act oblivious.
âWe already have everything.â
âGreat. Then I can go?â you ask, fluttering your lashes innocently.
âI donât know yet.â
âSir?â âWhat? Why?â
Yoongi shifts in his chair until he manspreads like an idiot. He crosses his arms in front of his chest.
âWhat are you going to do now?â he asks you.
âUhmâŠis this still part of my hearing?â you ask, glancing at Kim Namjoon.
âNo of course not, Miss. Please, follow me.â
âSit. Down.â
The room is silent for a moment. You glare at Yoongi while Namjoon and Jungkook gawk in complete confusion. Their captain acts out of character. There is no reason to keep the innocent lady here any longer. This isnât like him at all. He has been fidgeting all day, barely drank his coffee, went for far too many smoke breaks and now this. The officers have no explanation for their captainâs sudden behaviour.
âWhat is the reason for this?â you ask him.
âJust safety precautions. We wouldnât want our honest citizen to get into dangerâ, he says coldly, ânow answer my question. What are your plans now, Miss?â
âI will go home.â
âWhere is that home?â
âSir, I donât know if that is necessary.â
âShut up, Kim.â
Namjoon gulps, exchanging a confused look with Jeon Jungkook. This is really not like their captain.
Yoongi straightens up and leans forward so he is closer to you.
âWhere is that home, Miss?â
You lower your eyes in anger.
âI donât know yet, Iâm planning to leave this city.â
âWhat?â his voice shook as he spoke. His fingers close and break the cigarette that way. His eyes almost bore holes into yours from how deeply he stares into them.
âThis cityâs become too depressing for me. I plan on leaving it for good.â
âYou donât mean that.â
âYes, I do. There is nothing holding me here anymore.â
âYes, there is.â
âNo, there really isnât. I will leave.â
Bang!
You flinched back. Namjoon and Jungkook tense up as well.
Yoongi slammed his hand on the table, jumping to his feet.
âNo the fuck you wonât!â he yells.
âSir? What are you doing?!â
âExcuse me? Itâs my right as an honest citizen to moveâ, you act oblivious as well.
âKeep her hereâ, he talks to Jungkook, pointing at him, âlock her up and keep her here.â
âUnder what pretence, Sir?â the young officer asks with widened eyes.
âI, I, I donât know. Refusal to, to, to cooperate or some shit like thatâ, Yoongi never stutters and he never paces, but he is currently doing both of those things.
âSirâŠisâŠthis legal?â Jungkook asks shyly.
Yoongi is by Jungkookâs side within a few steps, grabbing him by the collar.
âDo as you are told, Jeon! Unless you want to lose this job!â Yoongi growls, making Jungkook whimper with fear.
âCaptain Min, you are stepping out of placeâ, Kim Namjoon speaks up, dragging him away from Jungkook, âand get off this poor officerâs neck. He is just doing his job.â
Yoongi whips around, now targeting his anger at Namjoon.
âIf he was doing his fucking job, he would lock her upâ, he hisses, pointing at you.
âI need you to step out for a moment, Captainâ, Namjoon says and gestures Jungkook to open the door. The young officer obeys, holding it open as Namjoon shoves a protesting Yoongi out of the room. He closes the door again, muting the vivid fighting Yoongi was doing with Namjoon outside.
He meets your eyes, smiling awkwardly.
âPlease forgive the Captain, Miss. He is very concerned about his citizensâ safety.â He is a terrible liar, but you donât blame him. If you were in his situation, you would have no idea how to explain such a situation to a supposed innocent citizen either.
âDonât worry. I, Iâm just wondering if maybe I can finally leave? Iâm sorry, this just really scared me and I just want to lie down at home nowâ, you act shaken up, looking at the young officer with pleading eyes.Â
âOf course, Miss. Our honest apologies again, Miss. Please follow meâ, he says and leads you out of the room.
Yoongi and Namjoon are still arguing, but stop when they see you come out. You lock eyes with Yoongi for the briefest of moments.Â
He closes the distance and grabs your wrist, dragging you with him with such vigour that nobody truly gets time to act. Not even you know what was happening to you until you find yourself in his office with the door slammed shut.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you gasp.
âShut the fuck up, youâre not the one asking this question right now!â
âYoongi, lower your voice. This isnât the place for screams.â
He steps closer to you, pointing at your face in warning.
âI have every fucking right to scream right now and you know thatâ, he presses out through gritted teeth.
âWhy? Because I finally donât need you anymore?â
âYou canât move. What the fuck are you thinking?â
âIâm-â
âI'm not doneâ, he interrupts you, âI killed them for you. I did it. Just for you. Because your safety matters to me. I care.â He hits his own chest. âI showed you that I care and youâre gonna leave?â
You hate that you love him, but not for the usual reasons. You hate it because it hurts. You are going to leave despite not wanting to. You love him, perhaps you always will but you are also going to leave.Â
You nod your head.
Yoongi exhales shakily, taking a stumbling step back. He stares at you as if you were the ghost whose haunting hurts him the most. He huffs out air, rubs his hand over his mouth, then runs it through his hair and down the side of his neck.
âIâll kill the thiefâ, he says in the end.
âWhat?âÂ
âI'll make it seem like suicide. Heâll look like a pisser who couldnât take prison and killed himself.â
âAre you out of your mind? Heâs just a thief.â
âWell, what more do you need?!â he screams
âNothing! I donât need anything from you!â
âWhy not? I can give you whatever you want!â
âLook at you. Now that you finally realised, Iâm actually serious about the breakup, you wanna act like you care.â
âI careâ, his voice broke, but you are both too angry to acknowledge it, âi-i-if I knew that you- I just-â He breathes in, breathes out, rubs his mouth, then his neck. âIt canât end like this. It canât.â
âIt can. Iâm done begging you for everything.â
Yoongi steps closer.
âI can-â
âSir? What is the meaning of this?âÂ
Kim Namjoon and Jeon Jungkook are in the office. The rest of the precinct gawks at you and Yoongi through the doorway. The latter lifts his hands and steps back. His fingers are shaking.Â
âThe captain just voiced his worries for my move. Donât worry about it, Kim Sirâ, you lie and turn to leave, âmay I finally leave?â
Namjoon tells Jungkook to handle it with a nod of his head. The young officer points at the open door.
âPlease after you, Miss.â
Yoongi says your name.Â
You look at him over your shoulder, despite knowing you shouldnât. He takes a step closer, lifting his brows in pleading. Donât give in. Donât give in. Donât give in. You ball your hands to fists and turn your back to him.
Yoongi tries your name again, hoping for another look. One which doesnât come.Â
âCome backâ, he tries, but gets stopped by Namjoon.
You can hear them talk as you leave.
âWhat the fuckâs your issue, man? Youâve been weird all day and now youâre screaming at citizens?â
âWatch your tone.â
âHyung, Iâm not here as your colleague right now. Iâm here as your friend.â
âSheâs gonna leave, she canâtâŠâ
Jungkook leads you away from the office before you can hear Yoongiâs full answer.Â
âAre you crying, Miss??â
âHm? Oh that, donât mind them. Itâs justâŠâ Your heart is broken and you want to run back to Yoongi. â...forgive me, Iâm just a little shaken from everything.â
âIâm sorry, Miss. The captain isnât normally like this.â
âItâs alright. I know how Yoongi can be sometimes.â
âYoongi?â Jungkook asks, glancing at the captainâs office. He wonders what kind of friends you and he are. Maybe Those kind of friends? Is that why you are important to the captain?Â
âI meanâŠsorry, I donât know why I said that. I just wish to go home now.â
âOf course, Miss.â
âOh god, I donât even have money for a bus ticket with meâ, you murmur to yourself, looking for your wallet. This is all a scheme to get Jungkook to drive you home again. You are worried that if he didnât, Yoongi would somehow get to you before you could reach the station.
âDonât worry about it, Miss. As a policeman, it is my duty to make sure that you get home safely.â
âReally? I wouldnât want to waste your time.â
âOf course, Miss.â
And so he takes you home and you hate yourself because of it. So it began. You were the first person who used his kindness to her advantage. You were the drop beginning the inevitable filling of the tank until one day it will swap over. And once that happens, it is almost impossible to stop the leak. Fuck, you are just as terrible as everyone else in this city.
But the young officer is oblivious to what you just did, driving you home with a kind smile on his face. He even walks you to your door and stays as you unlock it. Your neighbours are fucking again. He glances at their door, then awkwardly at you.
âYeah, Iâve got new neighbours. You canât go over there and flash your badge and tell them to shut up, can you?â
âOf course I can, Miss. Just one mom-â
âNo stop, I was jokingâ, you stop him, studying him with exhausted eyes. You are so sorry. You are so fucking sorry.
âAh, okay. Please forgive me, I always take everything way too seriouslyâ, he says, scratching his own neck shyly. He furrows his brows. âWhatâs the matter, Miss?â
âCan I tell you something?â
âOf course, Miss.â
âRun.â
âWhat?â
âRun back to your hometown. Run and never look back.â
âExcuse me?â he laughs in confusion, furrowing his brows harder.
âYouâre a good person, Jeon Jungkook. This city will fucking ruin you.â
âIâŠuhâŠâ He laughs nervously. âI donât seem to follow, Miss. Sorry.â
âYou donât need to get it, just listen to me. Please.â
âOâŠkay? I uhmâŠâ
âThank you for driving me home. Iâll think of you sometimes in my new home.â
âMiss, are you okay?â
âI am. You donât need to worry about me anymore. Just promise me to run.â
âI promise?â
âGood. Be happy, Jeon Jungkook.â
âMiss, I-â
You close the door on him and lock it. You donât expect him to knock or ring the bell. He is too proper to annoy you this way. You check the camera. He stares at the closed door for a few moments longer, looking confused. He lifts his hand to knock, hesitates and turns his back to the door instead, leaving down the steps to drive off. You know that you confused him, but you had to. Please let it be enough to save him.
V arrives later that day. He is stressed and clearly in a hurry.
âWhatâs wrong? You look like you need to be somewhere or like you need to shit. Do you need to shit?â
âWhat? Noâ, he sounds out of breath as well as annoyed, âIâm risking my ass being here. Iâve got your stuff. Itâs the only thing except mine that I managed to save. Give me the money, quick.â
âSave?â you probe, giving him the money.
He stuffs it into his boxers hastily, looking over his shoulder again.
âMy place got raided by cops. I was at the market getting food, then came back to five cop cars in front of my place. I barely escaped. If I didnât always carry my stuff with me, Iâd have been fucked.â
âWhat?!â
âSorry, Hyacinth. Gotta leave the city for a while. I wish you all the best.â
âV, what the fuck?â
âHereâs to never seeing each other again, aye?â he jokes, laughing nervously. Itâs a good thing he said. Never seeing each other again meant that you and he managed to escape safely.
âWait. Where will you go?â
âI canât tell you. You know I canât.â
âYeah, justâŠbe careful.â
âYou too.â
He leaves and you know that he will be successful. If there is one person who wonât ever be found it is V.Â
You are in a trance for the rest of the day. Yoongi raided Vâs place. He went as far as to betray his own people just to make sure that you wouldnât leave. Carrying your new passport feels like a trophy, as much as it feels like a curse. Leaving this city wonât be as easy anymore now that he knows. You are so fucking stupid for telling him, but you didnât want to miss out on his reaction when he found out. The small moment of satisfaction seems skippable now that you know how far he is willing to go to keep you close. And because V came as late as he did, your means of escape donât drive anymore either. You have to wait for the earliest bus if you wanted to or not. Fuck, you did this to yourself. You stupid fucking woman. Look at you. You have this big, honourable degree and still manage to get yourself into shitty situations over and over again.
You go to sleep with a gun under your pillow. You wonât risk anything.
You donât get a lot of sleep and then a noise wakes you. You heard it as clear as day. Someone unlocked your front door. He sent men to get you. Now heâs gone too far. You jump out of bed and grab your loaded gun, tiptoeing to a spot from where you could observe the apartment. You have to be strategic about it. First count the men, then calculate the fastest way to shoot them, then act. The door closes and locks again. Clever bastards, they want to make sure that you donât flee. Oh, you are going to have a blast killing them. One last little thing to leave Yoongi before you abandon him.
The automatic lights turn on. Got you, assholes.
The first enters your vision.
âHm?â
Yoongi. Clearly drunk, he is dragging his feet over the floor, using the wall as support. No one else follows him. So he came here alone.Â
Overtaken by anger, you jump out of hiding and at him.
Yoongi collides with the wall, feeling the cold nuzzle of the gun press against his chin. He drops the keys and flowers he was carrying, lifting his hands in defeat.
âCareful, itâs just meâ, he lulls.
âGet the fuck out of my houseâ, you spit, carrying murder in your eyes.Â
âI canât believe youâre still hiding your keys under the flower pot. Donât make me so worried, anyone could enter.â
âIâm gonna count to three and if you havenât disappeared by then, Iâll shoot.â
âCan we talk?â
âOne.â
âI know I fucked up. I canât stop thinking about you. Please, can we try again?â
âTwo.â
âI promise I changed. You were right, I was a joke. But I wanna do better now.â
âThree.â âIâm sorry!â
Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut. His death never comes. He peels his eyes open again.
You are staring, panting heavily. Tears are in your eyes.
âIâm sorryâ, he whispers.
This is the first time he is the one to say these words first. It feels so good, but you canât give in again. You made up your mind to leaveâŠdidnât you? You study the state of him. He is heavily intoxicated. He looks the way and reeks of it.
âYouâre drunk.âÂ
He nods his head, furrowing his brows. He touches your elbows, caressing them softly. Such touch you only get when he is drunk.
âI drank because of you. What you said today. I justâŠdonât move away, pleaseâ, he begs, eyes filling with tears.
âSo now you care? I wasnât important to you when I was with you and now that Iâm leaving, Iâm suddenly important?â
âYouâve always been important.â
âNo, I havenât. You took me for granted.â
âI did and Iâm sorry. I never should have taken you for granted. Iâll do better now, please just give me a chance to prove it to you.â
âIf I give you a chance again, youâll just abuse it and hurt me.â
âNo, I wonât. Please, I just.â He cups your face, running his thumbs under your eyes as gently as possible. âWe were right once. We were so good together. We were a team and, and we had dreams and we made each other happy. I want this back, I wanna try to get this back again please.â
ïżœïżœI just want to be happy, Yoongiâ, you press out.
âIâll make you happy, baby. Please, I-Iâll make you happy again.â
âNo, youâre drunk and talking fucking shit.â
âIâll leave this city if you want me to.â
You falter. He would give up what he built just for you?
âYou wouldnât do that.â
âI would. For you I would. Iâd set this whole city on fire and leave with you as it burns to fucking ashes behind us, please.â
âYou donât mean that.â
âPleaseâ, he whispers and drops his forehead against yours, âplease, I want to make you happy again.â
You hate that you love him. You hate that he made you addicted to him. This is so awfully him. He gives you enough affection that you get addicted to it then takes it away again. And once he feeds it to you again, you drink it up like an alcoholic. It is always the same.Â
âNo, you wonât. Youâre drunk.â
âPlease.â
âLeave my place.â
He presses himself off the wall and grabs the nuzzle of the gun, guiding it right between his brows.
âYou have to kill me if you want me gone.â
You gulp. He forces your finger to the trigger. Your airways close up.
âKill me. Fucking kill me. I canât live without you anyways.â
You could end it. Youâve got everything. Your suitcases, your papers, the keys of his car he drunkenly drove like an asshole. Youâve got everything you need to escape this place. You could end it, finally make sure that you have no temptation to return. You could end him and your addiction with it. Heâs got your finger on the trigger, it needs just one flex and it would be over. But you never wanted him dead. No matter how much you wished for him to be gone, you never wanted him dead. Because in some fucked up way, all you really wanted was for him to put more effort into you.
âNoâ, you whimper, shaking your head.Â
He rips the gun from your fingers and drops it on your dresser.Â
âI donât want to kill youâ, you press out, sobbing softly.Â
He cradles your face, wiping your tears.Â
âI knowâ, he gets out, nodding his head, âI know you donât, princess. I know.â
âYoongiâ, you squeak out, twisting his shirt.Â
âIâm here, princess. Iâm here.â
He pulls you closer until his kiss is just one breath away, feeding on the shaky breath you let ghost against his lips. His drunken eyes gaze at your mouth, his heart is racing in his chest.
âPush me awayâ, he tells you.
âI hate you.â
âAnd I love you.â
âYoongiâ, you whimper, finally touching his chest instead of his shirt.Â
He moans and pulls you into a kiss. A deep, hungry kiss.Â
You pull at his hair to get him off of you as much as you pull him closer, fighting for air. You hate that you loveâŠdo you really? Do you really fucking hate it? Do you really hate it when his kiss makes you feel alive again? You spent months feeling out of breath and now itâs gone. You can breathe again. At least metaphorically, physically heâs got you very close to passing out. You push at him to get distance. Air. He lets you breathe, but not escape. He pushes you to your sofa until your legs collide with the back of it. Your shaky breaths intermingle, your shared moans follow. His right hand slides to your ass, his knee lifts to your middle.Â
You gasp, grinding down on him. You canât protest because he kisses you so deeply it feels as if he wanted to consume your soul. He kisses and gropes, kisses and gropes until air is sparse. He gasps.
âFuck. Fuck, Iâm fuckedâ, he gets out and pulls your head back so he could drag his tongue up your throat.Â
It should disgust you, but it doesnât. You moan, running your nails down his chest and arching your back. He lifts his head, looking at you with drunken, crazed obsession. His fingers just canât stay still on your body. It is as if he wanted to touch everywhere at all times. The attention makes you short of breath.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
You touch his cheek. He leans into your palm, closing his eyes when you trace his scar. You were with him when he got it. It was during a fight. He fought with his fists, his opponent chose the cowardly way and pulled a knife on him. He was lucky that he didnât lose his eyesight. He hated it at first, but you made him feel handsome. You always looked out for him that way.
âDo youâŠdo you think Iâm handsome?â he asks. Such questions you only get when heâs drunk.Â
âI do.â
His breath trembles as it leaves him. He drops his hand from your hips to take out his cock. He touches himself, gazing at you as if he needed the view of you to stay hard. And he does. He needs you. You are the only person who can turn him on.
You look at what his hand is doing, gulping heavily. He sighs, gazing at your face. You are as mesmerised by him as you were when everything was still good between you and him. His cock still has the same effect on you.
âPrincess?â he tilts your head back up to meet your eyes, using only two fingers under your chin for it.Â
You meet his eyes, heart racing unbearably.
âYes?â One little lift of his brows and you give him the answer he craved.Â
You part your legs, tilting your hips closer to him. You nod your head vigorously, gazing at his cock again.
He doesnât bother to pull his pants down all the way, neither does he care about taking off your panties. He pushes them to the side and stuffs you full of him, gripping the edge of the couch and your right thigh as deep moans leave him. Your right leg is lifted like this, supported by him.
You gasp, tensing up. Your toes curl instantly, your fingers clutch his lower arms. His cock stretches you out and stuffs your walls. Itâs not uncomfortable, but it is definitely intense. You gasp again, looking at him with widened eyes.
âI know baby, I knowâ, he breathes and bottoms out. âItâs been too long. Fuck.âÂ
He moves, chasing your warmth in drunk, sloppy thrusts. You writhe and gasp repeatedly, scratching the back of his neck. You want to hate that you love him. He should feel like an intruder. You should want to kick and scream for help. But you donât want to. You feel whole again. No preparation, but he doesnât hurt. His kiss and touch was enough. Your addiction to him runs so deep that his cock is pure heroin to you.
âYoongiâ, you get out, grabbing his throat. Your thumbs are on his Adamâs apple, threatening to press down.
He smiles, âI love youâ, he gasps out and drops his head against yours. His long hair tickles your face, his drunken breath swirls over your skin. He gulps and moans under your fingers, pumping into you with no signs of slowing down. You start losing strength in your calf, standing like this is exhausting, but if you were being honest, you donât want it to stop.Â
âI hate you.â
âFucking kill me thenâ, he rasps.
You close your fingers slightly.
âHarder. This isnât gonna do it.â
âYou first.â
âFuck, babyâ, he gets out and lifts you so he could round the sofa with you. He pins you down into the pillows, ripping the panties off of you and kicking his pants off. He pushes into you before you can truly realise what was happening, feeding you all of him until he canât give any more. He twists the pillow next to your head as he takes on a punishing rhythm. His dark hair hangs into his face, his teeth are bared as he huffs like an angry animal.
âYoon-â
âI know, baby I know. You already told me, baby. I knowâ, he whispers, wiping your cheek, âtake me, I know you can. Youâre my baby, youâre made for me.â
His praise is like medicine to you. This is all you needed. To know that he is still obsessed with you and that you still affect him.Â
You close your legs around his hips, keeping him with you this way. You need him to always stay like this. He moans your name, slipping his fingers from your cheek to hold the pillow instead. You told him that you hated him, but your body betrays you. Your eyes betray you. You keep him close, gaze at him as if he was your everything. Yoongiâs head is turning. Not only from the alcohol, but also from being with you again. And from knowing that you still loved him.
Because he loves you so much. He hates himself for taking you for granted. He never should have. You are his everything. The fucking reason why he does all of this. The last three months were torture for him. He started smoking again, drank too much, slept too little, worked too many hours. And if he didn't distract himself with work, he tried thinking up ways of showing you that he was still there for you. He ordered his officers to look out for you, sent food deliveries to your place, parked in front of your place somewhere hidden to watch you smoke on the staircase. He also followed you sometimes after you confessed to him that some of his goons were terrorising you. And each time he followed you, he wished for you to notice him just so he could get a chance at talking to you again. But you never did and Yoongi thought that you will come back again soon. Then you told him that you would move and Yoongi finally broke. He was truly losing you. Three months of hell, of lonely nights and heartbreak and he was truly losing you.Â
âI missed youâ, he gets out, painting his name against your favourite spots. The eagerness with which you clasp him results in your hips to lift off the pillow, allowing your clit to grind against him each time he bottoms out. The necklaces he is wearing are tangling over your face. They were too long once, but Yoongi cut them to the perfect length so they wouldn't hit your face when you are underneath him. That was six months ago. During a time you thought he didnât care anymore. You feel so stupid now. His way of showing you that he cared was always there. He was always looking out for you. You were just too blind to see.Â
You gasp and whimper, mewl and keen, looking up at him with teary eyes and your fingers closing around nothing. You canât tell him that you missed him too because you are too overwhelmed.Â
âDid you miss me too?â but Yoongi is drunk tonight and when he is drunk he is needy for your affection.Â
You nod your head.Â
âSay it.â
âI missed youâ, you get out, following it up with a sob.Â
âBaby, I love youâ, he croaks, wiping your tears before dropping his forehead against yours, âI love you, baby, I love you. Donât leave me again, please.â
âYouâre so drunk.â
âYeah, drunk âcause of you. Thought Iâll lose you. Baby, I canât lose youâ, he croaks and shows you his honesty with passionate rolls of his hips. Somehow he goes even deeper than before, he hits your favourite spots even better.Â
You arch your back and scream his name, throwing your head back as best as possible. This is electric. Holy shit, he makes you feel good. Your face scrunches up against your will, your feet shake on his back.Â
Yoongi admires you with a pounding head and racing heart, repeating what he did before over and over and over again. You react in mewls and moans and screams and he canât get enough of it. He wants for you to lose your fucking voice because you couldnât stop screaming for him. Because if you sound like this for him, he makes you happy. It has been too long since you actually screamed this way, so Yoongi is especially affected by tonight.
He laces his fingers with yours â again, he is drunk â and squeezes them needily. He thinks that he is crying too. He watches pearls of something drip onto your face sometimes. His eyes also burn. He doesnât want it to stop. He is willing to carry his emotions on his sleeve if it meant you were happy again.
âIs this what you needed? Does this finally make you fucking happy?â he gets out, chasing the ecstasy as much as he helps you with your own pleasure trip.
You squeeze his hands back, making him moan your name.
âYe-yes.â
âArghâ, he growls, trying so much harder to fuck you right. It feels so good. He has to tell you. He stayed silent way too often in the past. You want his efforts and he wants to give them to you. âYou feel so good.â
The first confession was hard because he isnât used to sharing his feelings. It was hard, but it was also ecstatic because your sounds of pleasure became louder and you tightened around him, squeezing his hands happily.Â
âYou feel so good. You feel so fucking good. You feel so good, princess. You feelâŠso goodâ, he canât stop now that he started, telling you over and over and over again how you make him feel. Good. So good. He feels so good when he is with you. âYou are so good. Princess, fuck. I have to..I, I have to- ah!âÂ
You open your eyes in time with Yoongi collapsing on top of you. He whimpers into the crook of your neck, shaking almost pathetically.
There are two things you always believed to be true about Yoongi. First: When he fucks, his moans are always deep, raspy and growly. Second: He has perfect control over his orgasms.Â
Both of these things are getting proven wrong to you right here and now as he whimpers and shakes and paints your walls with his unexpected orgasm. You want to blame the alcohol on it and maybe the months of abstinence, perhaps even the fear of losing you paired with the relief of having you again. Holy fuck, he actually loves you doesnât he?
âI love youâ, he sobs, hugging you close.Â
âYoongi ahâ, he breaks you with his confession and the tenderness with which he holds you. You swear that you can taste colours for a moment. You havenât felt honestly good in your own skin in months. This right here is what feeling good is. This is it.Â
You donât know who comes down first. You think it is Yoongi, but even if he does, he doesnât pull out. He lets you shake and throb and clench around him until your moment of peak pleasure is over as well. He holds you silently afterwards, catching his breath in the crook of your neck. He missed your scent like nothing else. Truly, it leaves him so drugged out that he actually finds himself drooling as he smiles like a giddy boy.Â
You calm down with his weight atop your chest, his length still inside you and his hair between your fingers. It is still a little stiff and crusty from the variety of hair products he keeps in it during his day job. To think that mere hours ago, you were screaming at each other in his office. It feels so far away to you now. Like a memory of an unbelievable life.
You donât hate that you love him. You really donât.Â
âHow.â He clears his throat. âHow are you feeling?â
âGood.â
âAre you sore? Does anything hurt?â
âNo, but Iâm leaking.â
âFuckâ, he laughs into your shoulder, nibbling on it gently, âsorry, I justâŠam drunk and missed you.â
âYou were pathetic doing that.â
He laughs harder. You and he have a peculiar sense of humour. He knows that you meant it fondly. You laugh as well. He lifts his head at the sound of it, cupping your cheek.Â
âIf it means youâre laughing, I can live with being pathetic.â
Your heart flutters.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â
âBooze. Way too much booze.â
You laugh again. His eyes soften, he caresses your face.Â
âDefinitely too much booze, yeahâ, you agree.
âMhm, fuck.â He cuddles into your shoulder again. âIâm sleeping here.â
âAnd you think Iâd let you?â
He nods his head.
âFuck, youâre the worst.â
âAm I wrong?â
âNo, youâre not.â
You wake up alone the next morning. It hurts. So nothing changed. He got what he wanted, made you addicted again only to leave. Like he always did. And you are left feeling dirty and used and fucking awful.Â
You probably would have stayed in bed to cry the entire day if a very worrying noise hadnât come from outside your door. Someoneâs in your kitchen. You roll out of bed and leave the room. You donât need weapons today. You are angry enough that you will probably be able to beat whoever is dumb enough to break in.Â
You cross the corner and stop, lowering your fists.
Yoongi.Â
He took a shower and tied all of his wet hair into a messy bun. He is shirtless, wearing a towel around his hips. Music is playing from his phone while on the stove, breakfast is sizzling.Â
âYou?â
He turns at the sound of your voice, face lighting up instantly.Â
âGood morning, beautifulâ, he says, closing the distance to take you into a hug. âDid you sleep well?â
You donât answer him, you push at his chest so you could look at him. You canât believe that he is still here and that he is making you breakfast.
âWhatâs the matter?â he asks.Â
âWhy the fuck are you still here?â
He furrows his brows, âwhy not?â
âI, I donât know. I just, just. I thought thatâŠhuh? You didnât leave?â
He frowns in regret for a moment, before leaning in to kiss your cheek. He gives your left buttock an almost playful squeeze afterwards, stepping back to return to the cooking.
âIâm making your favourite. I also cleaned. Your place was a shithole, honestly.â
Still flabbergasted beyond relief, you look around your small apartment. He didnât just clean up the garbage and tidy, he fully wiped the place down. You check the clock next. Itâs way past one at noon. You slept for more than twelve hours. Damn. You never even realised how much sleep these last three months took from you until you finally fell asleep in his arms again and actually stayed asleep. You feel refreshed and not uncomfortable in your own skin.Â
Last, you look at Yoongi. He is humming to the music, switching between stirring the eggs in the pan and chopping up some pork belly.Â
At first you donât want to accept that this is actually happening to you, but then the desire to be close to him gets too grande to bear. You almost run to him, colliding with his back in a passionate hug.Â
He stumbles and grunts, following it up with a fond chuckle and his big hands rubbing your lower arms.Â
âPlease donât make me regret this again. Please.â
He turns in your arms, caressing your waist. He shakes his head, looking at you in ways he hasnât looked at you in ages. As if he honestly loved you.Â
âCan you promise me?â
âI promise you, babyâ, he says in a soft voice and locks pinkies with you.Â
The gesture is so cute and honest, that you have to stifle a giggle. Your heart hasnât fluttered like this in ages.
âI have an idea. How about Iâll take next week off and weâre leaving this city for a while? Maybe the mountains? Youâd like the air thereâ, he suggests.Â
âAre you serious? Do you actually mean that?â
He nods his head. You and he began swaying to the music, looking at nothing else but the other.Â
âBut first I gotta sort out the mess I made when I busted Vâs placeâ, he says.
âYeah true.â You slap his chest. âFuck you for that. He didnât do anything wrong.â
âI know, I know. I acted irrationally, I admit. But Iâm gonna fix this. You know how easily I can make stuff disappear. Heâll be able to return again in a week or so.â
âI hope youâll fix this, you idiot you.â
âMhm, I will and then Iâm taking you on a long vacationâ, he says, kissing your forehead before hugging you against his chest.
You close your eyes, melting into his chest.Â
âAnd when weâre there, Iâm gonna make you breakfast and make you cum and make you smile. Yeah?â he whispers.
âYeahâ, you snicker.
He smells like your shower gel today, but you donât mind. He hasnât shown such an actual desire to change in months and it feels so good to receive. You love that you love him. You really do.Â
âI love you, Yoongiâ, you whisper, feeling him squeeze you for just a moment as your confession overwhelms him.Â
âI love you too, princessâ, he tells you and he is sober for it because he swore to himself that he wonât need alcohol anymore to be able to show you his affection.Â
He is willing to better himself, he truly is and a week later, you and he are in his car on your way to a long vacation in the mountains.
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Your name is Jonathan Sims you hate yourself and have self destructive tendencyâs. most people hate you as well and think you are a monster and actively avoid you. You are extremely isolated. Ok. And as a bonus your only friend is the cop who brutally assaulted you and who you know planned on murdering you. twice. Ok. Oh and she viewed you as a prey item as well uh huh alright cool. she repeatedly dehumanized you as well and made you feel the most powerless and scared you ever been and actively still has to hold back from maiming you. You know this. She is your only friend because you are both monsters. You are both alone.
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âž âž° â sunghoon tying himself to you for once and for all ăŸ
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you no longer walked on eggshells when sunghoon was around like you did when you first started whatever it is you had â you no longer fought with him about leaving ; in fact you hated when he'd leave or when he said he'd take you out. . . all you wanted was to have him to yourself.
sunghoon didn't see that at first; he thought you were just trying to fuck with him , waiting for him to let his guard down just to leave , so he tried everything to get to you â chaining you up to your bed , leaving you without food; that didn't work , he'd come home to you sitting on the bed , waiting for him.
he even tried bringing another girl home; no he had no intentions of sleeping with her , she was purely there just to see if you squirmed; and when you didn't , instead you cried , he killed her , there was no use for her and of course he couldn't let her go , you being tied to the bed kinda threw her off and he didn't want her to call the cops â even then you didn't do anything , not a flinch or anything.
he didn't even console you as you cried thinking he was tired of you â he still didn't fully believe it , he believed this was all an act , that was until you wrapped your arms around him , begging for him to never leave him , that you needed him; that you wouldn't be able to go on without him⊠that's when he knew he had you.
âyou'd die without me?â he said , you sniffled, nodding your head. âstop all that whining , i killed her you saw it.â he said. âi was never gonna sleep with her.â your eyes were red, tears streaming down your face â it was fucking turning him on. âpl-please don't do that again.â you said. âyou've acted like a bitch this entire time , why should i listen to you.â
âyou know how much trouble you put me through? how many people died because of you?â he grabbed both your hands. âthings won't change that easily because you suddenly love me , you still need to be punished.â he dragged you back to the room , throwing you the bed. âyou want me to believe that you really won't leave?â he said , cuffing both hands , binding you back to the bed. âthen shut the fuck up and let me do what i want to you.â
you laid there; no resistance as he pulled your pants down , leaving you in the underwear he bought. âyou love me now?â pulling his pants down , freeing his cock from his underwear , it was your first time ever seeing his dick. ây-yeah.â you stuttered , pulling your panties to the side. âlook at this wet cunt , no matter if this shit is just an act , this pussy is definitely singing a different tune.â
âi-i do love you.â you cried out. âi-i swear.â he let out a tsk sound. âthen show me.â was the last thing he said before stuffing you completely full of his cock. âoh yeah fuck!â he groaned , wasting no time in thrusting into you. âso warm , fuck i waited so long for this.â he gripped your waist , holding your waist in his hands , as he began to pound into you. âhoonie fuck!â
he never heard that nickname came out your mouth , but it only encouraged him to fuck you deeper , and with much more force. âshit , should just use this little pussy until you can't take it anymore.â he hissed. âforget if you cum or not.â he slapped your cunt. âsunghoon.â you screamed pulling at the restraints. âuse you as my cum dump.â
you began to tear up again , he was being really mean. âkeep crying , show me how sorry you are.â you sobbed out and apology after apology , not even sure what you were apologizing for. âim sorry , im so sorry.â you said in between sobs. âplease let me cum , i need to cum , please i love you so much.â he heard enough , plus he was on the brink of cumming himself. âcum , cum now.â
he gave your clit a few slaps as you came , creaming his cock , tightening around him. âfuck I'm gonna fill you up , keep you pregnant with my kids so you'll have no choice to stay.â he didn't really like the idea of child , but if was to get reassurance that you'd stayed with him then so be it. âfuck im gonna cum inside you.â
âplease hoonie , please fill me with your cum.â you begged , he gave you a few more thrust, stilling his hips as his cock pumped a load of his cum into you. âfuck , you're mine.â he groaned. âthis is my fucking pussy.â his hand coming up to your throat. âyou're mine , and a few kids will solidify that.â
âgonna fuck a few brats inside you so you'll be stuck with me forever.â
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I'm seeing a worrying amount of idiots on tumblr dot com push that "Kamala hates trans women" and I am losing my mind at how they are pushing it, constantly, saying she is a proven transmisogynist, despite it being a complete lie and her actively working behind the scenes to help trans women in prison. Is there like, sources that could help debunk this shit because I'm at my wits end as these people scream and cry and vomit trying to get biden to drop out but then are like "eghhhh still don't wanna vote for a transphobic cop..." when she's NEITHER-
Isn't the internet wonderful? first rule NEVER examine your priors! ALWAYS! hang onto whatever the first hot take you had on a subject to THE DEATH!
"Kamala is Transphobic!" over here in reality
past that trans and LGBT rights groups have been quick to endorse her like
Advocates for Trans Equality
Human Rights Campaign
just today 1,100 LGBT celebrities, lawmakers and leaders endorsed her
âThe intersection on the issue of reproductive care and trans care, and the ability of families to be able to have care for their children and their families, is really, again, an intersection around attacks that are on an identity,â -Vice-President Harris, 2023
any ways the root of the idea she's transphobic comes from one case in 2015. Two inmates in the California State Prison system sued to get GRS, which as inmates would have been covered by the Prison system. It's worth noting here, both women got what they wanted, one was paroled and got the surgery covered by California Medicare while the other serving a life sentence was ultimately covered by the prison system.
Two things are important to bear in mind here, 1. Part of the job of California Attorneys General is to defend the state when it is sued, thats the job, 2. It seems early on in the case Harris was not personally aware of it, about 1,000 lawyers work in the Cali AG's office and so the AG cannot be personally aware of every case, and check this quote from the Lambda Legal lawyer handling the case:
âThe California AGâs office shifted its handling of these cases significantly after now-Sen. Harris took over,â Renn said. âInitially there was language in briefing for the state that glaringly misunderstood the medical necessity of transition-related medical care and was patently offensive. But then, there was a dramatic change, which seems to have gone along with important policy shifts.â
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in 2019 Harris talked about the case and working after it was settled to change the policy of the California State Prison system
"When that case came up, I had clients, and one of them was the California Department of Corrections. It was their policy. When I learned about what they were doing, behind the scenes, I got them to change the policy," Harris said.
"I commit to you that always in these systems there are going to be these things that these agencies do. And I will commit myself, as I always have, to dealing with it," Harris said.
Any ways Harris can consistently spoken out for and supported Trans people, banned the hateful Trans panic defense when she was AG, in the Senate supported the Equality Act, during her 2020 campaign for President she drew attention to the hate crimes against black trans women while holding herself accountable for the 2015 case. As Vice-President she drew fire voicing support for Dylan Mulvaney during the hellish Bud Light backlash. Her Husband Doug was tapped to host the first ever White House Trans Day of Remembrance
basically you're looking at a great ally who clearly supports trans rights, who was involved in a case, which involved two people who got the surgeries they were looking for paid for by the State of California, close to 10 years ago now, there's evidence that both she moved the case in a better direction when she took over it and also that she changed the polices of the state to before more gender affirming.
#kamala harris#election 2024#Trans#trans rights#trans equality#us politics#american politics#politics#misinformation
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Danny stared at his nemesis, slowing his walk to a complete stop.
âDonât,â he pleaded.
The devil incarnate glared back at him, somehow conveying its disdain, disinterest, and malicious intent in one cold stare.
âI swear to Ancients-!â
Mr. Muffins, Jazzâs college cat, meowed loudly and slapped the glass off of the counter.
âNo!â Danny dove at the glass, skidding across the tile just in time to catch Jazzâ favorite cup as tipped over and plummeted towards the cold hard floor. âOh my- you little devil! Mr. Muffins, you little shit!â
Mr. Muffins flicked a tail and sat down calmly as Danny sprung back up to place the cup into the sink.
âYou stinky bastard, Jazz would have killed me!â
Danny picked the cat up and held him by the armpits, dangling the cat. Mr. Muffins, no longer simply disdainful, meowed loudly and tried to wiggle away.
âListen, here, Mr. Muffins- ah! No, youâre not allowed to run away! You have to take responsibility for your actions,â Danny slipped into Ghost Speak as he lectured Mr. Muffins, a rather harried look smushed across his face. He didnât hear the door open, but he did hear Jazz call out to him.
âDanny, stop bullying Mr. Muffins!â
âMaybe if you parented Mr. Muffins right, he wouldnât be trying to knock your favorite cup all over the place! If it werenât for me,â Danny swayed Mr. Muffins, who had become docile as he caught sight of Jazz, like a fluffy and long pendulum. âYour cup would be pieces all over the floor right now!â
Jazz tossed her keys onto the table. âRight⊠and that definitely didnât have anything to do with you putting your cup too close to the edge like I told you not to?â
Danny stared at her, mouth gaping in offense. Alright, so it did have to do with that, but it was offensive how fast she came to that conclusion. Danny said as much to Jazz, who smirked and plucked her cat from his grip.
âHave you considered that youâre easily predictable, dork?â Jazz cuddled Mr. Muffins, who was purring up a storm, and walked towards her room.
âRude! Are you calling me basic?â
âIf the shoes fit, Danny-O!â Jazz hollered back. Mr. Muffins mewed as if to punctuate her sentence.
âI hate that cat,â Danny grumbled, grinning fondly. âNow that youâre back, Iâm gonna go visit Tim and Tucker! Theyâre over at Tuckerâs for a project!â
âKay!â Jazz yelled back. âDonât run into to much trouble and be back before three A.M.!â
âYes, mother!â Danny put on his shoes and started walking.
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Danny, along with a handful of dumbstruck civilians, stared down at the unconscious clown. Then, they stared at Dannyâs hand in shock and awe. Danny too, stared at his own hand, but in abject betrayal.
âShit. Jazz is gonna kill me.â He mumbled, pulling out his phone.
âHey, Tucker. Yeah, sorry, Iâm gonna be late.â Danny paused, glancing back down at the clown, up at the still shocked goons, and sighed. âI- uh, knocked out the Joker by accident. Maybe broke his nose.â
Danny heard Timâs muffled âWHAT?!â and silently concurred because what? He thought villains in Gotham were made of sturdier stuff?!
âCan you tell Jazz? I gotta,â Danny held up the phone, so it could pick up the loud sirens approaching his position. âDeal with the cops.â
Danny pouted as Tucker laughed at him.
#do cats have armpits#bc idk I feel like googling that would be a bad idea#they do#right?#danny phantom#jazz Fenton#batman#tim drake#tucker foley#anyways Danny would absolutely have a rivalry with a cat#any cat#because he too has cat like behaviors#ghosts are just glowing green cats#dpxdc#dcxdp
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I feel like disappointment in Biden is baffling to me because he was always a disappointment. He was the asshole who got to ride to power on the coattails of a better man. He told bizarre and repeated lies (despite getting caught at it and his team telling him not to) about having a Welsh coal miner dad when he did not and he stole that story from actual Welsh people. I read a profile of him years back that pointed this out and told the story of the time he straight up ignored good advice from an expert not to plant a certain kind of tree too close together and flew a bunch of them out to plant, at night because he was just too fucking excited about it, and they all died. Heâs not a smart man! Heâs charismatic ish and lacks principles and as far as I can tell doesnât really care about abortion rights or a lot of things weâd consider pretty critical to preserving freedom. I sincerely thought he couldnât become President because there were so many obviously better candidates in the pool. I underestimated the sexism and antisemitism in American politics, and when he became the candidate in 2020 I gritted my teeth and voted for him because the alternative was a man who is not only an idiot but also profoundly dangerous. Trump is not ha-ha crazy, heâs Mussolini crazy. He is not dangerous because heâs stupid, although that doesnât help; heâs dangerous because he does not care about anyone except himself under any circumstances and if that means he lets the far right push us straight into forced birth for white women and sterilization for women of color heâs going to do that. If that means conversion therapy for queers and death penalty for homosexual acts heâs going to do that. He has literally no limits. If he gets back into power, a whole lot of people are going to die, again. Itâs not a hypothetical because it happened the first time and heâs only going to get worse.
I am not, never have been, and never will be a fan of Biden. To pretend that he and Trump are in any way equivalent is wrong at best and another goddamn Russian psy-op at worst. To pretend that a third party candidacy is viable in the US is to completely ignore every election of your lifetime and your parentsâ lifetimes, and to further ignore the lesson of Ross Perot.
You cannot save Palestinians by not voting for Biden in November; the best you can do is chip away at his margin, and the worst you can do is see Trump elected so he can decide to do the worst possible thing in ever circumstance. Biden has Palestinian blood on his hands and watching this when we could have had Bernie or Elizabeth Warren instead is maddening. (I would have preferred Hillary to Trump, but I donât think sheâd be any different than Biden here. Theyâre both old-school politicians.)
I hate everything about this, and I hate that saying âmaybe donât put the man who literally said he would kill his political enemies in powerâ is seen as supporting genocide. Itâs acknowledging reality. Joe Biden as a person can eat rocks for all I care. I was kind of hoping heâd die sooner in his term so weâd have time to get used to and then vote for President Harris. (Remember when the line was âsheâs a cop, donât vote for herâ? Funny how thereâs always a reason not to vote for a woman or a person of color or someone you just âdonât likeâ and canât put a finger on why except she âseems angry.â Oh does she. How would she not? When Michelle fucking Obama, the picture of grace , STILL got called angry for having the nerve to be a Black woman with an opinion? When Hillary Clinton lost to a man with no political experience to her decades and who openly discussed sexually assaulting women? Would you have voted for President Harris? Or would you let Trump win again because you donât LIKE her personally and sheâs made decisions and statements you disagree with?)
Biden has both less power than his critics give him credit for and more power than his fans give him credit for. He needs to do more to pressure Israel and although itâs a delicate diplomatic situation Iâd rather see us fuck up our diplomatic relationship with Israel than watch more Palestinians get murdered for things like âwanting to eatâ and âexisting.â The line has been crossed, and he doesnât see it. Because he wasnât the best person for the job. Because they didnât get elected, because of sexism/antisemitism/racism. Hell, I have no idea what bootlicker Pete Buttegieg would have done here, but Iâd have given him a try. But no. We got Biden and weâre stuck with this reality where you can be as leftist as you want and still have to look at the situation and decide whether youâre comfortable contributing to a Trump victory through inaction. I want socialismâI want every single person on Earth to have clean drinking water, enough safe food, shelter, medical care, and educationâand Iâm going to vote for Biden, pissy as it makes me, because the only actual alternative is so, so much worse, for me personally as both a woman and a queer, and for everyone in America and the rest of the world who Trump would find reasons to hurt. What do you think the man who openly and repeatedly praises dictators is going to do when those dictators massacre their own people? Yes, we need to care about this genocide now. We also need to care about all of the other people who are at real risk, both at home and abroad. Would a Trump government agree to fund military intervention in Haiti without insisting on it being a colonial exercise in power? Would a Trump government roll back the restrictions on discriminating against transgender patients in healthcare? How would Trump respond if Orban started dragging people into the streets and shooting them en masse? How would Trump respond if China finally went for it and invaded Taiwan? There are more lives at stake here than mine or yours or even those of the Palestinians, who have deserved better for literally decades and are being mass killed in ways that should result in immediate sanctions, a war crimes trial, and the execution of Netanyahu.
The world deserves better from you than complicity in a Trump victory.
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