#black magic to make him fall in love
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That said, however, it is necromancy that he's grown most adept in. Unfortunately, his relationship with it isn't half as kind as it is with lightning. Rotting from the inside, skin cracking nastily, Gale had grown desperate to control the orb. Because he's dying, he thought it best to study dying, poring himself endlessly in necromantic textbooks and experimenting (unsuccessfully) on his blight-gotten wounds. To note, necromancy itself isn't inherently evil. For example, it doesn't mean you support the raising of the dead. Rather, it's a study that's neutral just as any other, and as a study on forces from both death to life, Gale, with urgency, obsessively learned. With his year in solitude, it is feverishly that he took to necromancy. Somatically and verbally, his aptitude for the field is practically bar-none, and after Elminster helped tame the orb, the breadth of his studies comes to fruition. It isn't his favorite field, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't thoroughly enjoy it. It works well, anyway, considering his leaning for lightning; with necromancy chilling him, those violent bolts warm.
#HEADCANON.#I make it official. My Gale? Lightning and necromancy coded.#He smells like lightning and petrichor and wine and oud and parchment and#his blood tastes poisonous and rotting but BOGGED with the addictive tang of power#Gale taking to necromancy to try and undo what the orb was doing to him just makes sense to me#not that it ever got him anywhere but yknow.. a year all alone and wasting#makes you very very desperate.#this ties into my one headcanon where Gale was literally falling apart before he found out the only way to#calm the orb was to absorb magic. So imagine him studying necromancy desperately#as his nails took to rotting off or he started coughing up black blood#Lightning is what Gale loves. but his obsession toward necromancy was born out of necessity.#i just post mkre headcanons (mario vc) yahoo.#I know Gale is talented in magic but i have fun thinking all branches of magic are different#like art.#just cuz ur good at pencil art for example doesnt mean youre good at oil painting.#gale's the jerk that's good at every form of art in existence.
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The Monster Falls Apart & The Monster Exposed: forehead kisses and touches
#the monster falls apart#the monster exposed#ogeretsu tanaka#hadakeru kaibutsu#revisted this series because it's both hot AND heartbreaking AND fulfilling (and idc for her more recent series sdfhfnf)#anyways I really love kan-chan. I love the way his story is told from multiple POVs and how his character changed over time#I love how his story with Yumi is not just a black and white 'this person is evil this person is a helpless victim' story because it's more#complicated than that. it's about the cycle of abuse and about trauma and about how both of them were not right for each other.#sometimes loving someone isn't enough and you can't magically make them go back to the person they used to.#like I think Yumi stayed out of guilt and a false sense of pride even when he was for all intents and purposes emotionally cheating#and I think the biggest act of love Kan-chan was still capable of at that time was letting Yumi go and breaking up with him.#And then there's Shuuna. ah man. I like that he's sooo out of his depth lol#he's soo in love and he has no idea how to tackle the whole mess that an older Kan-chan is but like#the love they have for each other and the way they DO manage to get through to each other? yea.#you can really feel the difference in maturity at times and that's also a really well done characterization!!#I liked the one author's comment where it's said about him that he went through love on easy mode until he met Kan-chan haha#also the flashbacks... that's a lotta baggage. like I don't blame Yumi for not knowing and it makes sense Kan-chan won't forgive himself#but still. he was never just some evil guy who did that shit out of pure malice when he was experiencing so much abuse and pressure.#(which doesn't make his actions any more okay but it makes his character more complicated and tragic.)#oh and one final thing I love about this series and the connected stories: the thing about life is that it goes on and the people who leave#our lives still continue living in this world. and you may choose or just happen to never meet again.#and no matter who hurt who the memories of each other will remain. the bad. but also the good.#and hopefully you get to continue on making new- making good memories.
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Danny Fenton is so damn sick of rich fruit loops. Itâs worse now, since heâs one of them.
Itâs not Vlad that heâs with, thank the Ancients, but Danny isnât sure that this is better.
Because heâs Timothy Drake, a baby, and heâs been reincarnated after the Ancient of Reincarnation accidentally drank too much wine.
Heâs going to kick their ass so hard when he gets back.
Danny huffs. He rolls over, ignoring the silent manor. Sure, heâs read the comics. Sure, he laughed and imagined being adopted by Batman- come on, Danny had black hair and blue eyes even back then, he was totally adoption bait- when his parents gave him reason to lose trust in their love. But thatâs it, thatâs all he thought it was. A day dream, a wish for a universe that didnât exist.
Danny hadnât understood the reality of the whole Infinite Realms thing, a place he was now the King of. Batman? Real. Danny? Reincarnated. Hotel? Trivago.
Like, this wasnât what he meant, dammit.
And now heâs stuck as Timothy Drake, and Ancients, he was starting to see parallels.
ââ
Danny tried photography. He really did. He wanted to at least stick to the source material. But thatâs not who he is. Even with the shiny new brain that memorized, catalogued, and put together clues at the snap of his fingers, but Dannyâs never been one to take photos. Itâs a respectable art, for sure, but Danny preferred to live in the moment instead of capturing it to remember forever. Itâs just-
He watched the Graysons fall. He watched Dick Grayson turn into Robin. And Danny canât and wonât ever betray his Obsession like that, ever again. He canât let Jason die for his âstoryâ to begin. Thatâs not how Danny works.
Heâs there to protect.
Danny hasnât ever been just Tim. Danny was also Tim and the Ghost King without a haunt. But now? Gotham is his haunt. He, in lieu of an actual city spirit, is Gotham. Heâs also a Drake. And Drakes were meant to hoard.
Batman and Robin? They are his.
He claimed them, as a Drake. But that claim is weak. So he claimed them as their city, and that is a claim that will never be able to be challenged.
Dannyâll be damned before he allows some lanky starved clown beat the life out of one of his Robins. So, for the first time in his nine years on this planet, Tim-Danny goes ghost and flies.
âWho- who. Are you?â Robin slurred from his place in Dannyâs hold. He is broken, yes. But not dead. Danny infuses some of his vitality, his ecto, into Jasonâs injuries to help them heal.
âGotham.â Danny replied, layering his ghostly voice with those of the city.
âGothâm?â
âGotham. Sleep, little bird. Your city has got you.â
When Robin, Jason, settled with a sense of trust that tugs at Dannyâs core, Danny carried him to Batman, whose eyes were wild and manic. He glared menacingly at the green and white ghost in front of him, who was holding his broken and beaten son-
Well, itâd be menacing if Danny hadnât watched him eat bricks and mortar, crashing into a building while using his grappling gun.
âYou-â
âI am Gotham.â Danny cut him off. Despite his wary nature and natural paranoia, Batman settled at his cityâs gaze rested on him. Danny knew that Batman recognized his city. Batmanâs head bowed, but his eyes stayed on Robin. âYou were supposed to take care of Robin.â
âI- I know.â And that voice was all Bruce Wayne the Dad instead of Batman the Vigilante. Danny gently placed Robin in Batmanâs arms, taking in the tremors as he held his son close.
âGo back, Bruce. And make sure Jason knows how much you love him.â
He laughed as Bruce whipped his head upwards. âI am your city. You are mine as much as I am yours. Iâve known of you before you were born.â
Technically? Not untrue. But Bruce will chalk it up to weird magic shit. Itâs not like itâs a secret that Gothamâs kind of curse. Besides, this way, Danny will be able to help out more often. And Bruce wonât be able to connect Tim Drake to the âSpirit of Gotham.â
âReturn, my knight. This is not your city. I can not protect you as well as I can in Gotham.â
âThank you⊠Gotham.â
Danny sighed. He wondered when heâll have to field questions from a John Constantine. Heâs pretty sure Bruce will call in magical help, even if it was his own city he was investigating.
Batmanâs lucky Danny liked him enough to allow it.
#Danny is Gotham#danny phantom#Jason Todd#Jason Todd as Robin#joker is about to get haunted#bruce wayne#Gothamâs knight#batman#bamf danny phantom#ghost king danny#dc x dp#Danny is Tim Drake#heâs like nine#Jason Todd lives#joker? probably not#the bats: hmmm suspicious#also the bats: Gotham loves me! Iâm doing the right thing!#dp x dc
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đđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđđ... | sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, kaiser micheal
part two with reo, rin and bachira soon!!
plot: you're in a nonpublic relationship, but one gesture in particular blows your cover <3
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â sae itoshi
That you had always been attracted to impossible things was not unknown: as a child you loved unicorns, one of the most imaginative and magical creatures ever. You believed you could love even something impossible, and the same thing had more or less happened when you met your boyfriend, Sae Itoshi. Sae was something impossible, out of your reach for the simple fact that you were a very normal person when he was one of the most famous U-20 soccer players in the world and, above all, of the moment
Sae was impossible, and you had always liked the impossible. That's how you liked to tell your mother when she asked how you ended up in a relationship with him. Known for a big misunderstanding in a public laundry, for a reason still unknown to you, fate had decided that this was not the last time you would see each other
The choice had come when Sae had explicitly asked you for it: not that he was ashamed of you or anything like that, but fame brings negative things as well as positive ones. One of them was privacy. Although after years he was used to invasions of privacy even during a walk, he didn't want to ruin what had always been normality for you. So no one, other than your families and a few friends of yours, knew about you two
And so, a little over a year after you had made it official only to your families that you were together as a couple, the thing that was impossible for you was how your cover was still standing. You didn't mind being in a nonpublic relationship, in fact you found it more pleasant and intimate, but Sae was famous all over the world: you knew that sooner or later everything would collapse like a house of playing cards
And evidently that day was today
"So, who is she?" his teammate asks again, the Spanish accent thick in every word. Your fingers tighten around the handles of his sports bag, desperately searching for a way that doesn't confirm what practically everyone in the room has already assumed. 10 pairs of eyes stare at you curiously, waiting for either you or Sae to speak and make up an excuse that they can deny
The last match that ReAl had won against an equally Spanish team had ended less than an hour ago. It was Valentine's Day, and the stadium where the match was played had made VIP seats available to which only the players partners could access. The partners had a card previously given by the boyfriends which gave the possibility of walking in certain areas of the stadium, one of which was the locker room. You had remained in the popular stands for the entire match, and after the end you had decided to use your VIP pass, which Sae had given you a few days before, to go and congratulate and surprise him. You had purposely waited a full hour to get in just so all the other teammates would leave, but apparently something had been holding them back
The players didn't know you, it was a secret relationship after all. The partners who usually came to see their boyfriends knew each other, and Sae was still the only one no one had ever seen with a girl. Everything fit with the perfect fall of the cover that you had so carefully supported
"umh" you stutter embarrassed. The most damning proof you have is undoubtedly the Sae sports bag you have in your hands, which stands out for its black color instead of the white and red that ReAl uses. You take a few steps back, not knowing at all how to escape the situation, much less where Sae is, who you don't even see in the locker room. His stuff is here, his teammates are here, but where is he dammit?
"We've never eaten anyone, or at least off the field" says a boy who gets up, making the rest of his teammates laugh. You recognize him for being a braggart that Sae tells you about every now and then, who has 100 girls and every game brings a new one. You roll your eyes at the tasteless joke, trying not to let your annoyance show
"I probably went to the wrong locker room, please excuse me..." you say turning on your heel, heading towards the exit, but the boy's hand grabs your wrist just enough to make you immobilize "It's not a problem, you don't have to apologize. But I don't think you're here by mistake..." the boy says laughing cheerfully, and really, you don't understand all his humor. You try to free yourself from the grip on the wrist, but the soccer player doesn't seem to give in as he makes some of his teammates laugh with sleazy jokes
âCould you let go of my wrist?â you say trying to sound polite, but he shakes his head "We need to figure out who your boyfriend is first! Victor, is she your girlfriend?" the boy asks, making you turn towards another guy, who obviously shakes his head "Sanchez, is this yours?" he asks another again, and you can't explain why you have to suffer such humiliating treatment if you haven't actually done anything wrong
"Arion, is it your-" the boy says, but someone interrupts him "She's my girlfriend."
Everyone turns towards the voice, including you: Sae, fresh out of the shower wearing sweatpants and a simple towel around his neck, peeks out from the locker room showers. His eyes waver a little at seeing you here, surprised at the whole situation and above all not understanding how you ended up here. He tilts his head, his usual apathetic look at the boy next to you "You should let go her wrist" he says taking a few steps forward, the usual nonchalance typical of his character. "Oh! Oh, yes" says the boy, immediately pulling away, taking a few steps back. The grip on your wrist releases, easing the pressure you had built up. You breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time remember what situation you are in: the relationship that you had covered for so long has just come to light
You look up at Sae, who you think is the least bit angry, but there isn't a shred of anger in his face, in fact, he almost seems relieved. He comes in front of you, taking his sports bag that you had in your hands "Thanks. Two minutes and we can go" he says putting it back on the floor, putting a clean t-shirt on and putting the towel back on in his black bag. You look at him embarrassed, not daring to look at any of his teammates who have remained silent in the meantime
Sae stands up, holding his bag with one hand and grabbing yours with the other, letting your palms and fingers connect "Let's go" he says, nodding his head. You leave the locker room, everyone's gaze still on you. Start walking towards the back of the stadium, heading towards the car parks dedicated to the players cars. A slight, uncomfortable silence hangs between you two, and you wonder if he's simply thinking of a way to restore everything to how it was and make your relationship nonpublic again
"It wasn't that bad anyway. You can ask your teammates to just shut up" you say, looking down, but a light squeeze on your hand makes you look up in his direction âHuh?â he asks, and you try to sound clearer "For the relationship. You can tell your classmates not to talk-" you say, but he cuts you off even before you finish "Do you want to make it nonpublic again?" he asks, and you find yourself thinking about it
Being nonpublic had never been a problem for you, you appreciated that Sae cared so much about your privacy. On the other hand, your privacy never really mattered much to you: you wanted to walk with him and hold his hand even in front of a crowd, not pretend not to know him as often happened. If being with him meant sacrificing something, you would have done so immediately and without even thinking about
âI'm actually okay with being public-â you say and at the same moment you see him sigh more calmly âWhat is it?â you ask curiously "I've been waiting a long time to ask you this. But I didn't want to seem hypocritical since I asked you to make it nonpublic" Sae says, and almost immediately you smile at his words
The impossible was something that actually often actually happened. It had happened that you got dating to the prodigy of Japan, and it was happening now when you were officially made his girlfriend for all his fans and the world
â shidou ryusei
âYou went too far as usualâ you say, rolling your eyes, albeit amused. Shidou chuckles, buttoning up the buttons that hide your chest âYou should be used to itâ he says looking up after finishing his work. You laugh softly, still amazed at how you let yourself be dragged into such a situation. But then you think about it and you understand that avoiding these situations with your boyfriend is far too difficult. Shidou cups your face in his hands, tilting your head slightly to look at his beautiful work: two red and purple marks stand out from many other small ones. He observes them with a certain pride, stroking the bite mark he left on you with his thumb
âI don't think this was the break the director intendedâ you say, walking towards the door, reluctantly releasing the grip Shidou had. You hear him murmuring something, but you don't pay attention to it as you brush your hair to the side, leaving the hickeys on your neck visible: you have to walk in an empty corridor and you're hot, so you're not at risk. You place your hand on the doorknob, headed to exit and return to the car, but you are petrified when the entire corridor turns out to be filled with journalists
You stand there, motionless, and Shidou appears behind you, also intending to leave. He stands still, but less shocked, a few steps behind you. Everyone turns in your direction, and an awkward silence hangs in the narrow space delimited by the walls. Many, if not all, notice the red marks on your neck and there are more than a few surprised expressions. Some cameras turn towards you, some journalists take their microphones in case the situation requires them
And you immediately regret having, for the umpteenth time, indulged Shidou's shitty ideas. You knew you had to wait for him in the car so that he could go home with you at the end of the interview, but his messages had convinced you that there was no harm in sneaking out for a few minutes. While you were waiting he had sent you messages telling you that his interview was late and that the director had advised him to go to a private room to relax before his shift. He had asked you to come in to keep him company, that you could sneak in for a few minutes since the corridors were empty, and that he simply needed you. And so you found yourself against the wall with your boyfriend's lips on your neck, killing time until his interview
But evidently something had gone wrong with the program in mind, because now you had more than 100 journalists waiting their turn and now they had a front page story. You and him had been together for a while, and the agreement between you was to keep your relationship nonpublic for a while because the media often went heavy on their idols partners
But the cover seemed to have been blown
"Shidou, Shidou Ryusei? With a mysterious girl?" says a journalist, directing the microphone at you "The king of the penalty area with a woman?" someone else says, and from then on you just hear everyone else making up name after name as they try to get some information out of you two
"Holy shit" you whisper to yourself, covering your hickeys with your hair, even though everyone has noticed them by now. You die of embarrassment at all these eyes staring at you, and the best option at the moment seems to be going back into the room and hoping that this is all just a trick your mind is playing on you. You knew that sooner or later you would make it official, but you didn't think this way and especially with you in these conditions. It all looked perfectly like the most colossal figure of shit the human lifeform had ever seen in this shitty life
You look for Shidou, but when you turn you can't find him anymore. You wonder if he seriously followed the advice to go back to the room and hope it's all a dream, but you know that's not your man's style: instead you feel your shoulders surrounded by his arm, which promptly squeezes you to the point of keeping you by your side alongside. You turn towards him, and on his face you notice that his usual smirk that never leads to anything good. Something's about to explode
"Ladies, gentlemen! One at a time, please" he says loudly, and the attention they previously had on you shifts to him, who has always dominated the scene better in a frighteningly natural way "This racket for WHAT? Two red marks? You've never seen worse, then" he says, and as you thought his joke provokes a small laugh from everyone
The journalists try to get the best place in front of you, and perplexed you turn to Shidou "Don't do anything I might regret" you say almost in a whisper, but he grins "Let me do it, babe. I tied them to my finger like fish to a fishing line" he says confidently, and it's his confidence that worries you. Some journalist raises the microphone, firing off questions that you don't even understand because of the speed. Shidou still doesn't understand them, and after several attempts he gives up; he waves his hand, moving the microphones away
"I thought I would talk today about my relationship with the beautiful girl in question here, but evidently the scoop will go to you and not to the agency we are in" he says dramatically, as if he actually regretted giving information to others. "What did you want to do?" you whisper perplexed, not knowing that his goal today was to make it official anyway. Shidou turns to you, grabs your waist and bends your back, his chest smeared against his âMedia, meet my fucking beloved girlfriend!â he says, kissing you. Confused, you don't know how to react, but shortly after you give in and respond to the kiss, placing your hand against his face. The journalists explode, the cameras start filming and broadcasting. It's an understatement that you have shocked the media for at least the next few days, but with Shidou in the end everything is unpredictable and without explosions
It wasn't the way you expected to make it official, but as long as it works it's fine, right?
â micheal kaiser
The subtle smell of french fries hung in the air, mixing with the light air that resonated in the club. Everyone's chatting made the evening pleasant, which actually seemed to go too well
Hamburg was huge as a city, Ness himself recognized it, yet he had lived there for a good part of his life before moving to Berlin on the campus of Bastard Munchen. You had been here a few other times, and you had fallen in love with the small and cute clubs that the city offered
When you returned to the hotel room with Kaiser you had begged him to go out tonight, since you had arrived you had spent all your time at training or at the match, which had ended with the victory of the German team. And Kaiser has little chance of telling you no, it's something he just can't do: so, a few hours later, you and other team members found yourself in a club celebrating the victory. Sitting next to him you were calm, after all he was your boyfriend and his team knew about you two, unlike the rest of the world. However, being in a public place the only affectionate gesture you could allow yourself was his hand on your thigh, covered by the table and which no stranger could see
Everything was going well: Bastard Munchen had won today, tomorrow morning you would return home and take a few days break from being the team manager. Everything was perfect
But obviously perfection, even if sweated with difficulty and attention, does not last long
You were chatting with a team member when, from afar, you noticed a group of guys watching you. It was nothing new, the players were famous and you were also quite well known thanks to your role in the team. Kaiser notices the same thing, tilting his face towards the small crowd "You're wanted" you say jokingly, and he snorts in a mock annoyed way: you know how much he actually loves this attention from fans, which feeds his big ego. The guys step forward, followed by others and yet others, until the table is surrounded by all the guys shyly asking for an autograph or a photo
The group, made up of a girl and two boys, approaches Kaiser asking to take a photo. He accepts, reluctantly lifting the contact of his hand on your thigh, and you can read his slight annoyance in his cerulean eyes. You giggle a little at seeing him annoyed, but you don't let it show
Then, the dinner that was supposed to be quiet and a way to spend time with your boyfriend turns out to be yet another time when public life comes before private life; it doesn't make you sad though, because seeing Kaiser happy while talking to his fans makes you happy too
You stay to eat your chips and chat with Ness, who unlike Kaiser only had to sign a few quick autographs, and every now and then you glance at Kaiser who stayed behind to talk to the group of people. You notice how completely comfortable he seems, so you don't worry
But then something reaches your ear
"We are moving to another club to spend the rest of the night, would you join us?" a boy says, and the rest of the group nods. Kaiser is used to these somewhat sudden questions, fans often cross the line almost without wanting to "I can't guys. The team is celebrating together tonight" he says playing with a lock of his blue hair, and you try to be indiscreet in listening to the conversation
"What a shame..." says a boy, and Kaiser chuckles "I know guys. Maybe next time" he says, and he seems about to go back to the table, when the girl stops him by taking a few steps forward "Or maybe there's is it a girl you're waiting for?" the woman asks, and you immediately turn towards their direction, trying not to cough up what's in your mouth for the surprise
You see Kaiser a little perplexed, you notice it from the way he tilts his head trying to come up with an excuse that seems convincing "Maybe. But I shouldn't tell you, guys" he says, and this time you're the one who's perplexed
You see him turn towards you, just enough to give you a brief wink that you notice all too well. You pretend like you didn't see him, turning away, but you really don't understand where he's going with his speech. You've been together for quite a while and it's always been confidential for a matter of convenience, being nonpublic you had many pros but at the same time many cons. And at the time you had never talked about making it public, as much as you actually wanted to be like this
"Really? Are you in a relationship?" the boy asks, and Kaiser smiles satisfied "I don't know. Do you think I have it?" he asks, and everyone immediately nods "There are rumors that you are dating the German model who is always on the front page of Vogue" says one, but the other corrects him "What are you saying! He could be dating the girl he was spotted with last week passed in front of the city's cathedral" says the other, and you see in Kaiser's gaze an amusement you've never seen before. You nervously bite your nail, not knowing what he's doing and above all why he didn't complete the conversion a few minutes ago. What the fuck is going on?
"You're both wrong! The rumors all agree that he's dating the manager of Bastard Munchen, have you seen how they look at each other? Or how she's always the first one he greets when the players take the field?" says the girl very convinced, placing her hands on her waist
It is at that moment when all your beliefs fall away. You thought you hadn't made the situation so obvious, but evidently you failed
You turn towards them again, trying to hide the blush that you now know has taken up residence on your cheeks. Kaiser claps his hands happily "Right! I'm waiting for her" he says, and everyone in the group's jaw drops "Are you serious? Are you seriously with the manager?" the boy asks, and he nods. You notice too late how the girl, peeking out from Kaiser's figure, has noticed you: you hide your face by looking down, but it's too late now
"But she's here!" the girl says, and Kaiser rolls his eyes as if he hadn't noticed you âI know. My girlfriend, yu-hu Y/n!â he says, raising his hand to greet you as if he hadn't just dropped a bombshell on a mere group of fans. You raise your face trying to look as calm as possible, as if everything is actually normal and your heart isn't going 100 times faster than normal. Kaiser comes closer, sitting next to you again and putting his arm around your shoulders, while the group looks at you surprised but happy "I don't like to keep my girlfriend waiting, guys. Have a good evening though!" he says, cuddling while you are literally trying not to start screaming
The guys nod, both saying goodbye and thanking Kaiser for his time. When they leave, you turn to him with the reddest face ever "What did you just do?!" you ask in surprise, but with his free hand he caresses your arm, making slow and gentle movements "Doing what I should have done a long time ago. Isn't it better this way, Schatz?" he asks. You suppress the urge to insult him, because the truth is, you too would have liked to make it official a long time ago
âDo you know that now you will have to confirm this to the whole world and not just to one group?â you ask with a sigh, relaxing the nerves that have been on edge for minutes. He smirks, nodding as he grabs his phone âI've had a post ready on Instagram for a while. It's been in the drafts for a long time, how about I post it now?â he asks, and you curse yourself for never being able to be mad at him
You both had each other's fingers tied, it was too obvious by now. Maybe it really was time to share your love with the world and not just with the team, as it has been until now
#blue lock#blue lock headcanons#blue lock x reader#blue lock x you#blue lock x y/n#blue lock x female reader#bllk x reader#bllk x you#bllk x y/n#bllk x female reader#blue lock season 2#sae itoshi#itoshi sae#shidou ryusei#ryusei shidou#kaiser michael#micheal kaiser#sae x reader#shidou x reader#kaiser x reader#sae itoshi x reader#shidou x you#kaiser x you#kaiser x y/n#micheal kaiser x reader#itoshi sae x y/n#itoshi sae x reader#bllk shidou#blue lock shidou#blue lock imagines
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OH, I'M DESTROYED : GOJO SATORU
he's your best friendâ gojo satoru, he's getting married soon with kids on the way even though your heart is craving for each other, you sarcastically, jokingly tell him, âpleased? oh, I'm destroyed,â after hearing the news, he laughed, almost crying as he looks at you.
w/c. 3,4k
warning : non-sorcerer! gojo satoru. little bit angst. (idk)
p.s. when i said the reader didn't believe in god it's just for writing purposes, i, myself too believe in god. this fiction is inspired by one day series episodes 8? I forget.
ây/n, can we talk?â
there he is, satoru gojoâ your bestfriend, your other half, your oasis in the desert, your everything. standing with two of his warm, delicate hands stuffed into his pocket. a warm smile makes themselves home on his handsome face. his blue eyesâ satoru gojo's blue eyes, shimmered like the clearest ocean on a sunlit day, mesmerizing depths promising thousand, endless even, unspoken emotions.
each glance felt like being wrapped in the gentle embrace of a summer breeze, full of warmth and tender affection. his eyes held a universe of mystery and allure, making it impossible to look away, as if they whispered secrets of love and devotion only meant for youâ hah, you wishâ you thought.
âsure,â you smile.
your hands gripping the bouquet tightly, so tight the spine cuts through your finger without you realizing. you two walk side by side into the maze behind the chapel where suguru geto and shoko ieiri weddings are held, yours and gojo's other friends. you refuse to look at him, sparing the man a glance that feels strange after all those two years living your life with no contact from him, neither do you try to reach him, at least not after the fight you have that night.
âhow are you doing, y/n?â
the simple question lingers through the air for quite a time when the two enter the maze. your silken hair is pretty, falling gently, enchanting, on your back, touching the soft material of your bridesmaid dress, a blue one, the same color as his eyesâ oh, his eyes.
you look to your left to fulfill the starving of your heart, take a glimpse by a glimpse of his frame. two years was too long without seeing those pretty eyes, those warm smiles, those pretty long white lashes, those . . . no, just him.
âit was fine,â lied, of course.
you couldn't find the courage to pour your heart out, you wouldn't dare. you wouldn't dare to tell your best friend how much the longing, how thousand days and nights, and each time you closed your eyes there he was before you, standing in the void inside your dream, how he all of the other people the one who you falling into the abyss to.
âturn right?â
you only nodded, his palm barely touched your lower back and your breath was already prepared to leave your body only for it to come back the second gojo pulled his hand away. the two of you sat on the concrete bench, nailed in the middle of the maze. under the moonlight, the soft glow casting a magical aura around you. the silvery light made gojo's eyes come alive, no longer hidden behind the black glasses he once wore so often.
his striking blue eyes shone with an ethereal brilliance, reflecting the moon's gentle radiance. his white locks shimmered like strands of stardust, adding to his otherworldly beauty. in that moment, with the moonlight dancing on his features, he looked more breathtaking than ever, a living embodiment of celestial grace and charm. the night seemed to hold its breath, as if time itself paused to admire the sheer beauty of the scene, leaving you both enveloped in a cocoon of serene enchantment.
he is as beautiful as ever, as breathtaking as you can rememberâ that's how you always saw him.
oh, but how gojo wish you could see the way he sees you. sitting before him, his oh-so-called-bestfriend, his unwavering rock, his compass, and how sometimesâ no, every time, it's just 'his'.
under the moonlight, with its silvery beams casting a soft glow around you, in the heart of the maze where the world feels like a distant dream, itâs just the two of you. the stillness of the night amplifies the beauty of the moment, every shadow and glint of light painting a picture of serene intimacy. here, in this secluded sanctuary, surrounded by the whispering leaves and the cool night air, the universe narrows to the space between you.
gojo looks at you, his eyes filled with a tender intensity, wishing you could see yourself as he doesâcaptivating, radiant, and indispensable. in this moment, under the tranquil moonlit sky, you are his everything, the silent heartbeat of his existence, the unspoken song of his soul.
âyou know,â you say, breaking the silence, âi never thought we'd end up here again. thought youâd be too busy saving the world or something,â you throwing the man side glance, a little smirk playing on your lips.
gojo chuckles, the sound light and familiar. he brings the glass of almost-finished wine to his lips, takes a sip before answering, âand i thought youâd be too busy being mad at me forever,â he jokingly smiled at you.
you roll your eyes, the smirk turns into a smile, tugging at your lips. âwell, you did deserve it. you were being insufferable,â you laugh a little. and without you notice, it caught gojo by surprise, a little. two years long he survived with hearing your little giggleâ giggle for me, againâ he thought. eyes fixed to you as he takes another sip, smiling.
he smirks, leaning back on his hands. âinsufferable? thatâs a bit harsh, donât you think?â your head slightly shook, ânope, just accurate,â you retort, popping the 'p' as you nudging his shoulder playfully. âyou have a way of getting under people's skin, you know.â
âoh, come on,â he protests, a teasing glint in his eyes. âyou know you missed me. admit it.â
âmissed you?â you asked, giving the man a glimpse of 'knowing look' before smiling, âmore like missed having someone to argue with,â you reply, though thereâs a softness to your words. you glance at him again, the moonlight making his blue eyes shimmer like twin stars. âit's been quiet without you around.â
he laughs, the sound echoing in the quiet night. âsame old you. always ready with a comeback.â
âand same old you, always thinking youâre the center of the universe,â you quip, though your tone is softer now, the old familiarity seeping back. âwell, i am pretty important,â he says with a wink, but then his expression turns more serious. âiâm sorry, you know,â his eyes moving slowly, looking for your expression, âfor what happened. i never wanted to hurt you.â
for the second time, you nodded your head, eyes focusing on your laps. you finish the rest of the wine on your glass before putting the glass down on the bench and look at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. âi know, satoru. iâm sorry too. i shouldnât have walked away like that.â
he reaches out, taking your hand in his. the hands he always wants to hold, straving even. the hands that always perfectly fits with his like a puzzle, the warm, your pulse hitting your soft skin a little harder every time he holds itâ oh, how he loves the feeling. âwe both made mistakes. but weâre here now. can we start over?â you squeeze his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch. âyeah, iâd like that.â
he grins, the mischievous spark back in his eyes. âgood. because iâve got two years of teasing to make up for.â you laugh, shaking your head as your brain begging you to let go of his hands, so you did.
shaking your head slightly, you scoff, âbring it on, gojo. iâm ready.â
he shifts closer, his shoulder brushing against yours. âyou know, i really did miss you. it wasnât the same without my best friend around.â
best-friend, fucking hate that wordâ you thought.
you look at him, the honesty in his words melting away the last remnants of your anger and blossoming the garden of regret and sadness you used to grow, still. âi missed you too,â you smile so little, just like how your feelings made you feel right now. âmore than i wanted to admit,â you added, jokingly.
gojo chuckles softly. âwell, lucky for you, iâm back now. and iâm not going anywhere.â
please don'tâ you want to beg him, wishing he wouldn't make any promises, you hope he would go anywhere. at least until these feelings start to leave your body, faded, disappearing like whispers on the wind.
but you smile because feeling a sense of peace settles over you. âgood,â you lie to yourself. âbecause i don't think i could handle losing you again,â it was a pleasure to be burn for gojo satoru, it was always a pleasure.
he looks at you, his eyes filled with tender intensity and something unfamiliarâ you think, only to not realize he looks at you just like how the way you look at him. his love for you breaking all his bones and soul, but all he can do is just laugh; you were his best friend, after all. beautiful, crushingly so even, you look like the rest of my lifeâ no, that's not how a best friend thinks of his best friend. gojo satoru wouldn't dare.
âyou wonât. not if i can help it.â
the two of you just look at each other after that, with soft smiles on your faces, letting the weight of the past dissolve in the quiet night. under the moonlight, in the heart of the maze, it feels as if the world has been righted, and for the first time in a long while, everything feels as it should be.
or maybe it shouldn't.
gojo shifted slightly and reached into the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket. âhey, i have something for you,â he said, his voice tinged with an emotion you couldnât quite place. curious, you watched as he pulled out an envelope. the paper was thick and elegantâ the kind used for important occasions, a soft lavender color that stood out against the dark fabric of his suit. he handed it to you, his fingers brushing yours, sending a familiar warmth through you.
you took the envelope, feeling a mix of anticipation and dread. opening it carefully, you find a beautifully crafted wedding invitation inside. the names on it made your breath catch in your throat: satoru gojo and his fiancée.
your heart sank, but you managed to keep your expression neutral. âsatoru..â your voice came out as a whisper, blending with the soft hustle of the leaves. âthis is lovely,â you said, forcing a smile as you looked up at him.
satoru's eyes searched yours as if trying to read your thoughts. the griefâ it's all over your eyes, the grief that is more honest to him than you ever could. but gojo does not know the reason, why are you grieving? it is because of your sorrow and he can't give you the shoulder? or is it because you, once again, are letting yourself burn for loving him? the saddest is, he doesn't know that, not that he has to.
is it still a pleasure to burn for him now?
âi wanted you to have it first,â he said quietly. âyou've always been important to me, more than anyone else.â the weight of his words hung in the air, making it harder to maintain your composure. âthank you,â you replied, your voice barely steady. âi wouldn't miss it for the world.â
you smile at each other as if trying to comfort each other. âare you pleased?â he asked softlyâ too afraid if his voice came out louder, he would break you. please, don't say yesâ he begged his heart. just say the word, y/nâ he continued. he begged, once, twice, three time, for the past twelve years of his life knowing you, under the moonlight, to the moon that you say the words, begging him to stop the wedding. just say the word and he'll come running to you.
you groan a little, âpleased? oh, i'm destroyed.â
no, he was destroyed.
so he leaned closer, faster enough to fill his eyes with a mixture of affection and again, something you couldn't quite identify. âyou know, youâve always been my closest friend. my confidant. my anchor.â you nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat. âand youâve been mine,â you said softly, the unspoken words lingering between you.
the silence between you grew heavier as you stared at the lavender envelope in your hands. with a deep breath, you carefully opened the lavender envelope, your fingers trembling. the wedding invitation was exquisitely crafted, each detail speaking of the elegance and care that had gone into its creation. the elegant script revealing the date. seven weeks from now. your heart sank further, the realization hitting you like a wave.
you looked up at gojo, the question evident in your eyes. âseven weeks?â you whispered, barely able to keep your voice steady. âthat's. . . soon.â he nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes. âyeah, it's a âshotgunâ wedding,â he admitted, his voice quiet. âthings have been moving quickly when you are not around,â your heart ached at his words, the reality of his imminent marriage sinking in. âwhy so soon?" you asked, struggling to keep the tears at bay. âyou are going to be a father? is that allowed?â
he chuckled at your attempt to joke, trying to hide the sadness that was so clearly there behind his eyes. the smile on his lips didnât quite reach them, but he tried his best to keep up a brave face for you.
he scoffs, âapparently, they did,â he nodded.
he shrugged nonchalantly, trying to act as though it didnât bother him in the slightest. he didnât want you to know just how much turmoil he was facing with this entire situation. âyeah, not like we had much of a choice in the whole matter . . .â the fact that he was getting married had been eating at him for weeks. all of that time he had spent with you, all the memories. in just seven short, short weeks it would come to an end. he wanted to tell you. tell you just how much you meant to him, but . . .
but what? would it do any good?
your hand is gripping tightly around the bouquet, so tight, suffocating, untilâ for the second time that night the spine digs itself through your skin, straight to your heartâ the pain, it's unbearable, you feel like dying.
there was a long pause, the maze around you silent except for the faint rustling of leaves. you wanted to tell him everything, to confess how much he meant to you, but fear held you back. instead, you tried to focus on the moment, on the bittersweet reality of his impending marriage. âoh, my godââ you choke on your own. one hand covering your mouth before you face him.
satoru reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. âpromise me weâll always be friends, no matter what,â he said, his voice almost pleading. you squeezed his hand, fighting back tears. âalways,â you promised, even as your heart shattered a little more. your hands, the one he wants to carry his heart by.
your eyes are shaking, matching his heart, it's hurting. âi'm so happy for you,â your smile didn't reach your eyes. someone once said that people's hearts appear in their eyes, gojo can see yours now; it's broken, shattered before him.
please don't be happy for me, be miserable, so i don't have the heart to leave you, so i can be with you,â he wants to scream at you.
âoh, god, i'm so happy for you. . .â
look at you, a girl who doesn't believe in god now crying, begging, pleading while calling his name because the pain was unbearable. how is cruel love can be?
the weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, the lavender invitation between you acting as both a bridge and a barrier. you took a deep breath, feeling the tears welling up, and without thinking, you pulled gojo into a hug. he stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, wrapping his arms around you in a familiar embrace.
your tears flowed freely, once, twice, thrice, the moonlight catching them and making your eyes sparkle like crystals. âiâm happy for you,â you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of joy and sorrow. satoru held you tighter, his breath warm against your ear. âthank you,â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. âit means everything to me to have your support.â
the maze around you seemed to close in, the hedges whispering secrets and memories of times past. you clung to him, your heartbreaking and mending all at once, the scent of the night flowers mingling with the salt of your tears. âi wish you every happiness,â you continued, your words barely more than a breath. âyou deserve it, âtoru. you deserve all the happiness in the world.â
he pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. his own were glistening, the usual sparkle tempered by the weight of the moment. âand you deserve happiness too,â he said softly, his thumb gently brushing a tear from your cheek. âpromise me youâll find it.â
your foreheads met, and the gentle press of his skin against yours felt like the most natural thing in the world. your breaths mingled, soft and warm, creating a delicate rhythm that only the two of you shared, a silent conversation of souls.
his eyes, filled with a depth of emotion you had always known but never fully understood, locked with yours. the moonlight bathed you both in a soft, ethereal glow, casting a spell that held the night in a timeless embrace. every unspoken word, every hidden feeling, shimmered in the air between you, a tapestry of love and longing woven through years of friendship.
gojo's hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch feather-light, as if he were afraid you might disappear. slowly, almost reverently, he began to close the gap between you. his movements were unhurried, each inch a testament to the gravity of the moment, the culmination of everything that had been left unsaid.
your heart pounded in your chest, a wild, erratic beat that seemed to echo through the silence. the anticipation was electric, every second stretched into an eternity. as his lips drew nearer, you felt the world around you blur into insignificance, the maze and the moonlight fading into the background. then, with a tenderness that took your breath away, his lips brushed against yours. the touch was soft, almost tentative, like the whisper of a dream.
oh, how empty he is to be full by you.
the contact sent a shiver through you, a spark that ignited every fiber of your being. you responded instinctively, your hands finding their way to his face, fingers threading through his hair as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
the kiss was everythingâa confession, a promise, a revelation. it spoke of years of hidden desires, of nights spent wondering, of the unbreakable bond that had always connected you. the taste of him, the feel of his lips moving against yours, was like coming home after a long, arduous journey.
when you finally pulled back, your breaths mingling in the cool night air, you opened your eyes to find him gazing at you with an expression that mirrored your ownâwonder, longing, and a profound sense of rightness. âlongingâ, such a tender name for such a miserable state of being.
you nodded, the ache in your chest making it hard to speak. âiâll try,â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âbut right now, i just need to be here for you.â gojoâs gaze held yours, the moonlight illuminating the silent understanding passing between you. âyouâve always been there for me,â he said, his voice a soft caress. âand i hope you always will be.â
the world around you seemed to fade, the only sounds the rustling of the leaves and the steady beating of your hearts. you felt a bittersweet calm wash over you, knowing that despite everything, your bond with satoru was unbreakable, saddest.
âi will be,â you promised, your voice firm despite the tears. âno matter what.â
he smiled then, a small, tender smile that spoke of shared sorrow, of the disaster from loving you, but oh how he promised, i will always be this tender for you. âgood,â he whispered, pulling you back into his arms. âbecause i donât know what iâd do without you.â
his arm tightly around you as your cheeks rest against his chestâ he gathers you up, folds you to his heart, and looks at each other a little too long to be just friends.
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"The Masks We Wear"
Summary: as a journalist, you are itching to find the identity of this mysterious hero. But could it be that the hero is closer to you than you think?
Wc: 7.3k eat up
Warnings: Wriothesley x afab!reader, gn! reader, modern au, hero and villian au (one of each), reader is a journalist/cameraman, fluff, making out, crack (i laughed a lot writing this), angst (oops), one small sex scene, slightly under the influence, cursing, it's pretty unrealistic, petnames used: sunshine, love, and sweetheart.
Notes: i poured my heart and soul into this, i think it's my best piece so far ^^ give it a chance, maybe you'll love it. (Pleasepleasepleaseplease) Rbs are greatly appreciated!
Credits: banner art by the great @/danijaci
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The city is absolutely beautiful today. No, no. Itâs not because of the lights that makes the place brighter and a bit more magical, how it seems livelier with a group of teenagers laughing together while buying street foods together, or the old couple that seem still very much in love, the gentleman kneeling down and tying her shoes just to make sure she wouldnât trip this time.
Humans can be cute, you think.
But of course, among those innocent âhumansâ are those who desire destruction.
This time, you think you might have caught something in the shadows, and you stare intently at your camera, zooming it in to see the faintest color blending in with the darkness. Hair? A part of clothes? You donât know, but you got it.
you have this obsession of finding out who the hero of this city was, or even the villian. Although, you would be technically be walking into death if you try finding out who the villian is.
Where did this hero come from? No one knows. Sure the crime rate has lowered, but it felt like the world became even more messed up.
It all started a couple of years ago when you were in your college days, one day almost dying from a falling building, and you thought you saw the scythe waiting to take your soul at that very moment but, no.
The mysterious hero of the city that you never thought you would never encounter carried the building with his super strength power, apparently.
He who has no name, took your hand and lead you into a safer area with the police.
clichĂ© story, right. But thatâs what got you into journalism and media now.
And letâs say⊠youâre too far into the deep black hole to back down now.
The almost blinding light made you come back to your senses, the sounds of engine roaring in the air as the bike approached you, and your shoulders were already slumped.
âHow did you find me?â You raise your voice due to the loud engine running, covering parts of your vision from the light.
âLucky guess.â Wriothesley replied gruffly, pulling his helmet off and shaking his head slightly to fix up his messy strands.
âCare to explain what on earth are you doing here in this shady alleyway? At nine thirty where the moon is out and wolves could be coming for you?â He starts scolding you, quirking an eyebrow when you give him the bored expression, and he immediately mimics it back.
âTaking pictures.â
âOf the rats?â
âWriothesley.â You shoot him a look and he raises his hands in the air. âI understand your⊠obsession. But it could hurt you in the process, mentally and physically.â
You know heâs saying all this because he cares so much about you. Loves you too much that it would break his soul piece by piece if one day what youâre doing will hurt you.
âHop in, sweetheart.â He hands you the extra helmet, and you take it with a sigh. Securing it around your head before taking your place behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he revved the engine.
The whole ride back was silent, yet traffic, which entirely ruined the whole mood. With the constant car horns ringing in your ear.
You tap at his thigh to grab his attention, âWhyâs it traffic?â You grumble, rising yourself from the seat to look at the row of cars trying to get through.
âNot any holidays or events i can think of,â he responds back to you.
Red mixed with orange fills your vision, suddenly the car at the very front explodes. The car parts flying in the air and landing at the other vehicles which makes you frozen in shock.
Wriothesleyâs clenches his hands tightly as he turns the bike around, speeding his way far away from the scene. âHold onto me tight, and donât look back, you hear?â He yells enough to grab your attention, and your arms tightens around him, but you have your head turned around to see the people yelling and dashing out of the vehicles. You want to capture the moment with your phone so you could submit it in for the news, but you know more than to ignore Wriothesley right now.
Itâs not rare to see destruction happen in your city, itâs just⊠terrifying every time anybody witnesses it.
Maybe it wasnât an accident, maybe it was planned.
âYouâre not allowed to go out after seven.â Wriothesley makes it clear to you with his firm tone as you both step inside your shared apartment, locking the apartment with a click. He then tosses his keys into a bowl on a small table, before turning to look at you.
âAre you seriously setting a curfew for me? Please. what happened was not newââ
Your face is now being cradled by his rough hands, but the way he swipes a thumb under your eyebags really makes you melt. And you forget what you were going to say when his lips curl the slightest.
âI don't want anything happening to you. Ever.â He takes you in his arms, holding you like you were the most precious thing he ever held. âI didn't mean to pressure you like that. I'd hate it if you were in the position of those injured people.â
You pat his back to reassure him that hopefully nothing like that will happen. âAnd, if, hypothetically, something like that happened; What would yââ
âI'll kill everyone.â he doesn't even let you continue before he answers, though the chuckle against your hair followed after makes your tense shoulders relax.
âmaybe not to that extent,â he lifts your head up to lean in and press a tender kiss on your forehead.
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âwhat is it?â
â⊠something or someone.â
Your boss gives you a nonchalant sharp look when you eagerly showed him the bits you managed to capture last night before you were interrupted by your great boyfriend.
His eyes squints at the more of a blurred photo that sits on the display of your camera, taking the glasses that hanged from his collar.
The sigh afterwards makes you feel discouraged when he hands you back your camera.
âi see it.â He starts and you perk up immediately.
âit looks like a blurred image of a fucking bird taking a shit on the electrical cords.â You press your lips into a thin line at his description. Too detailed of a description,
what a bastard.
It.. certainly didn't look like that.
You clear your throat, pinching the bridge of your nose to compose yourself.
âYou're lucky i like your determination or you would've been fired,â he utters out in a lax tone, resting his glasses on his big bald head that you want to spill with ketchup.
âKeep looking, i need the hero's face, details, anything. Just think of the money you and i could both earn.â He seems too enthusiastic about it, showing you determination with his fists pressing together and his wide ear to ear smile.
You leave work early that day, starting your daily walk of looking around for at least two hours orâone hour?
No, Wriothesley would be too worried if you came back afterâŠÂ nine. Your words not his.
You need to rearrange a schedule in your head.
Step one: somehow convince your boss that you need to leave early everyday.
Step two: search every nook and cranny of the city, ask every shady person if they get to talk to the hero in person or got a glimpse of his name.
Step three: go to the dark webâ is that car flying infront of you right now?!
Shit. Just why does everything have to go down wherever path you go?
The people around you panics, and you equally panic with them because you're no fucking hero to tell them to get away from that flying car.
You take your camera out hurriedly from its case that slung around your shoulder, pressing record while frantically looking around. The ground shakes, it shakes so much that it feels like an earthquake almost.
âit's him! The villian!â Someone shouts from the distance, and just like that the screams that follows are in sync.
You know why the ground shook, the street has become a battlefield for the hero and villain fighting together with all their strengths, the air is filled with tension as they both clash in an epic confrontation. The ground trembles beneath your feet again as they traded blows, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. The once tranquil street has now been transformed into a chaotic arena of power and destruction. As the battle rages on. The hero and villain continue their fight, each strike more powerful than the last, their movements a blur of speed and precision.
You try capturing anything with your camera, but your hand shakes that it was impossible. When the villian lands a powerful punch on the heroâs shoulder, sending him way back, it makes you think it's time to leave.
You run with the rest without stubbornness this time. You should've listened to Wriothesley, why did you always have to be so curious about everything?
This curiousity will kill you next after the cat.
âTaxi!â You shout, waving your hand at the yellow vehicle, but every taxi seems to ignore the people's pleas, determined to save themselves instead.
Guess it's time to burn calories and run back home.
You were a panting mess once you reached back to your comfort space, eyes zeroing at the running television in the living room. Watching the newscaster talk about today's battle and how it affected the shops and buildings.
It seems like the battle lasted twenty minutes before the villian gave up and fled away.
Your head snaps to the bathroom once you hear the sink water drip, you didn't even think if he would be here this early.
âWriothesley,â you say breathlessly when you swing the door open, arms squeezing his side as you take a deep breath in.
âwoah, easy there. What happened?â He takes you in, hand rubbing at your arm.
âi wasâŠâ nevermind. Maybe you shouldn't tell him what you have witnessed, he'll know once he checks the news.
You only realise that he was chest bared at the moment, and you furrow your eyebrows once you see a bruise on his shoulder.
âWhat happened?â It was your turn to ask, talking a gentle finger and running it over the bruise, earning a hiss from him.
âwas changing the car oil at the repair shop.â He mumbles, gaze turning to the mirror, âthen accidentally hit my shoulder once i got up.â he turns his arm, swinging it slowly.
âbut you don't work at a car repair shop?â
âit's a side hustle, sunshine.â
âwhy didn't you tell me?â You press on, and he hangs his head low, both of his hands gripping the sink bowl.
Okay, maybe you have annoyed him a little too much now. Upon sensing your incoming apology, Wriothesley smiles at you.
âdon't worry your pretty little head too much. The bruise will fade.â
âi can massage you later?â You offer, and he lets out a breathy chuckle. âYou're the best.â He gives you a chaste kiss on your lips on his way out, which makes you feel a little fuzzy.
The evening gave way to the night sky, and you found yourself lying on the bed, replaying the video captured on your camera. The footage was far from perfect, shaky and lacking in clarity, but it still managed to capture fragments of the intense confrontation between the hero and the villain. You couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as you watched the brief glimpses of the clash that had taken place earlier.
How the villian managed to blow a punch on the heroâs shoulder, sending him way back. Must've hurted.
It's almost like the same spot Wriothesley got his bruise on.
âŠ
Wait, the same spot? You sit up on the mattress, replaying the video on repeat of their fight.
The hero was about the same height as him, the same physique, same cakeâ
You shake your head, focus. Wriothesley can't be the hero, no that's impossible. He was a busy man, doing⊠side jobs and whatnot.
Sure he was kind, always helping everyone, even walking the neighbors dog because they got sick one day.
But then again⊠you never saw Wriothesley and the hero at the same time,
Or was it merely a coincidence, a random alignment of physical features?
âSunshine?â You gasp when you snap your head up to find Wriothesley leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
ây-yes?â You set the camera aside on top of the drawer. He moves closer, seating himself on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixated on you then glancing at he camera.
âdinner's ready.â
You nod, silence fills the room after. You know he's waiting for you tell him more, on why you were so shocked.
âwas looking at the hero's pictures.â
ânot mine? I'm wounded.â
You roll your eyes, a slow smile creeping up your face, and he loves it. He takes it as an invitation to lean closer, suddenly pinning you down on the bed to capture your lips with his.
It's slow, and gentle. It makes you hum softly, taking his face in your hands to kiss him back, moving your lips together until you were gasping for air.
You forget you were even suspicious of him a second ago.
Your fingers lightly trace his jawline and you feel the pricks of his growing facial hair. A small smile plays on your lips as you inform him in a soft tone, "You need to shave." Wriothesley chuckles softly, the sound warm and low. He reaches up to your hand, gently taking hold of it and bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss on your palm. "Is that why you stopped kissing me?" He says, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "No! I find you more.. attractive. Plus it.. yeah, it feels like little needles on my face.â you admit quietly.
Wriothesley presses his face into your neck, his lips tracing soft kisses along your skin. His hands begin roving your body, each touch sending a gentle shiver across your flesh. He whispers quietly next to your ear, his voice low and smooth as he responds, "I'll shave after dinner." The sensations of his lips against your neck and his hands exploring your body mix together, creating a heady combination that heightens your senses and ignites a slow fire within you.
âI'll.. help.â You whisper, bringing both of your arms to wrap them around his back. âWhat a sweetheart.â he uttered out, voice muffled from trying to mold into your skin.
Your mind stops working for a second when he presses his knee gently between your legs to pull them apart, âWriothesley, what about dinner?â You frantically ask him, tugging his hair up so both of your gazes could meet. And the almost drunken expression he has on makes you let out a shaky breath.
âlater,â he drawls, his fingers tracing lazily along your sides.
Hero? Pftt, what hero? This is just your wriothesley, it's quite impossible for him to be the hero.
You snap out of your daydream when your colleague hands you a cup of coffee, he raises an eyebrow at you and you smile back awkwardly.
A sip of the coffee to get a bit of energy, but only just a bit, since too much caffeine makes you nervous.
âYou filmed the crazy battle yesterday?â Your colleague sneaks from behind you, watching the video replay again on your camera.
âthey do movies about them now, insane huh?â
âwell atleast the hero knows he's popular.â You reply bluntly, taking anothsr sip from your hot beverage.
âflash news, someone heard that his name starts with the letter âWâ or somââ
You spit out your coffee all over your white attire. You both exchange surprised looks, but you quickly wipe your mouth using the back of your hand.
âwhere exactly did you hear that?â You get straight to the point, gesturing them to sit next to you.
âfrom my father's friendâs cousin sister.â
His reply makes your eyes twitch, from who and who?
âOkayâŠâ you whisper, turning around and thinking of the utter nonsense they spouted.
âyou don't believe me.â he sighed, âI've been telling this to everyone in the building but no one is believing me! Just trynaâ do my job here.â
Let's say maybe you believe him. But the dots are connecting too fast that you want to refuse from believing it.
Was your target closer to you than you had expected?
âI'm clocking out, can you cover for me today?â You inform your colleague, and he crosses his arms while eyeing you up and down.
Your roll your eyes, âI'll be the cameraman for next week. So you could get three days off.â You force a smile and they smile back enthusiastically.
Wriothesley is definitely home. Earlier than the usual time he'd be back.
Oh, he's asleep on the couch. Leaning back tiredly with an almost stern expression on, but his body seems relaxed.
Now is the time to do anything. Investigate? Go through his things without his permission? That sounded all awful⊠surely he's not hiding anyâ
âgo search his things.â You furrow your eyebrows when the devil on your left shoulder speaks, it makes you rub your face in annoyance.
Then a sudden white little angel poofs on your right shoulder with a disappointed face, âno, don't do it. He's a little scary when he gets mad. But he'd never betray you!â you feel reassured at it's words and you nod in agreement.
âdon't listen to it. He could hurt you if you keep it a secret.â The red devil whispers again and it makes you shiver a bit.
âhe would never hurt you.â The angel frowns.
âyes he would, he's a man.â
âa good man.â
âyeah? You're no better than me, you just want thatââ
âokay shut up both of you. Shoo.â You brush both of your shoulders off before taking a deep breath to brace yourself.
You'll just search his.. clothes.
You feel guilty once you pocket his jackets and pants in his side of the wardrobe, checking every hidden pocket thoroughly while glancing at the door once in a while to make sure he doesn't wake up.
As your fingers brush against his jacket, you notice an unusual sensation â a cool, metal feeling hidden underneath the fabric. Your eyes widen in surprise as you recognize it to be the form of a gun's handle. A mixture of curiosity and concern floods through you, freezing you in place.
It really is a gun. You study it carefully, turning it around and feeling it's heaviness in your palm.
But you feel your heart run out of your ribcage when two pairs of arms wrap tightly around you, his chin resting on your shoulder.
Shit.
âhi,â he whispers next to your ear, but you're too nervous to even look back at him.
ânice thing you got there.â He muses, and you feel like you're losing oxygen once he tightens his grip around you even more.
â⊠i just found it.â You mutter, mostly to yourself. Your head hanging too low to avoid his eyes.
âCould've just asked me, no?â He clicks his tongue, almost in disappointment.
âi have it on me becauseââ
âbecause you use it for the good, right? Because you're the hero?â Your voice is shaky when you ask, the gun in your hand shaking with you, and you're afraid to drop it.
âhero?â Wriothesley repeats, shaking you gently awake and you gasp harshly, taking in big breaths, your boyfriend immediately trying to soothe you.
it was a dream.
âyou were mumbling something about a hero in your sleep. Are you okay?â He asks in concern, brushing a strand off your face. You were sweating too much for your liking.
âwhen did i get here?â You look around, taking your palms to rub the sleepiness off. âRight when you got off work. You slept on the bed without changing your clothes.â
Oh⊠so you never checked his clothes. Deciding to just sleep instead.
Your head turns back to the wardrobe, staring at it intently. Could the jacket be in the same arrangement as you found it in your dream? Or will the gun also be there?
âyou're going to poke a hole through it if you keep staring.â He stifles a laugh, and you couldn't help but try to smile as well. âDrink up. Slow sips.â He offers you a glass of water, and you hold the glass firmly in your hand.
âso⊠what was your dream about? Even this hero appears in your dreams? Can't say I'm not jealous.â
âYou'll have grey hairs too early from overthinking.â You tease, sitting upright in bed, âoh no, you already do, old man.â you frown, tracing the grey strands along with his black hair. He watches in amusement.
Wriothesley lets out a deep sigh, âgive your old man a break. They're a badge of wisdom and experience,â he rests his head on your lap, nuzzling close as you massage his scalp.
âąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâą
âBreaking news: the ââlolaâ flower shop sets on fire just three hours ago. Our dear hero saves the day yet again, protecting the old lady just in time before her shop explodes. The cause of the fire is still unknownâŠâ
Destruction out of nowhere again. Accidents out of nowhere again.
The voice of the newscaster on the television fades away in this little diner you're in. You drive your attention away from it, instead focusing now on the Polaroid pictures laid out infront of you.
The hero always wore a mask to cover his identity, obviously. But even after watching the countless of interviews he had, the deep tone slightly matches Wriothesleyâs voice, or maybe he's changing his tone on purpose. You can see it by zooming in on the video, how he's catching his breath everytime he speaks when he's just sitting down.
Asthma? Nah.
You tap your fingers impatiently on the table, this is not helping at all, and the slightest itch in your brain worsens as the time goes by.
You think about giving up on this, but the possibility of finding the answer on how or why did all of this happen is probably closer to you than you think.
âBad guys never end with their schemes. Bunch of attention seekers.â The hero speaks on the television, and you hum curiously as the hero salutes the camera playfully before disappearing from the crowd.
Is it possible that there are multiple heros? Working all together in some basement and taking turns to go out and do a better job than the police?
Possibly, and you write down your new theories down on your little notepad.
You check your phone next, Wriothesley still hasn't answered you back from your most recent text to him.
It's nothing to worry about, but the thought that he's busy saving the city is gnawing at you.
Batman?
You shake your head again, gathering your things to stand up from your seat. You should be blunt asking him about it tonight.
It's cold. Colder than usual. Was the air conditioning on? No. But the windows are sure wide open. You look around the living room before closing the windows and curtains from the outside world, as you draw the curtains, the outside world becomes obscured, leaving the room in a soft semi-darkness.
âWriothesley, honey?â You call out softly, peeking through the bathroom, not there. The bedroom? Nope.
That leaves the kitchen, you slowly peek your head in he kitchen, and sure enough, he was there.
Wriothesley was rubbing his face in exhaustion while mumbling words under his breath that you can't quite hear. Having one singular glass of some drink in his hand.
âhero this.. hero that..â you finally listen to his mumbles, which makes you furrow your eyebrows together.
"Wrio...?" You call out softly, flipping the switch to turn on the light. His sharp eyes immediately dart up to look at you, and you can't help but shiver under his intense stare. You let out a small gasp of surprise as he suddenly stands up, the glass in his hand slipping from his grip and shattering on the ground along with its contents.
Taken aback by his sudden movement, you instinctively take a step back as he approaches you. But before you can even register what's happening, he crashes his lips against yours in a hasty, rushed kiss. Caught off guard, you cling tightly to him, desperately seeking support to prevent yourself from toppling over.
âYou love me,â Wriothesley's voice breaks through the heated kiss, his words coming out in a low, guttural groan. He grips the back of your thighs, hoisting you up against the wall and wrapping your legs around his waist. âright?â His voice holds a hint of vulnerability and desperation, as if seeking reassurance and affirmation of your feelings for him.
And when you don't answer him right away, he takes your lower lip between his teeth, nipping at it gently, âanswer me.â He almost growls.
âlove, what are you taking about? Are you drunk?â You ask breathlessly in concern, your lips feeling swollen.
His jaw clenches, âWhy can't you say it?â he inhales your perfume, your scent filling him that it makes him groan, his mouth lavishing your neck and collarbone, leaving kisses and littering marks then soothing the area with his tongue that it makes your pant softly, pressing your face into his hair while your fingers weaving through his black-greyish strands.
âi love you,â you utter quietly, and it suddenly makes him start grinding his hardened length against you. âI'm sorry in advance, sweetheart.â
One minute you're confused about his words, and then the next he's pounding so hard into you like there was no tomorrow.
Strings of âdon't leave me,â and âi love youâs,â are echoed in the air. Wriothesley's mouth moves against yours with a sense of urgency and haste, his tongue gliding and tangling with yours in a fervent dance. The bed creaks so loud underneath you that you think it might break anytime, the embarrassment of the headboard banging against the wall immediately gone once he hits your sweet spot rapidly.
Poor neighbors
"Wrio... Wriothesley?â you slowly flutter your eyes open, still in the hazy realm between sleep and wakefulness. The sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room, and you blink a few times as you take in your surroundings. A quiet sense of contentment washes over you as you remember the events of the night before, the memories of Wriothesley's body against yours and his lips on yours still fresh in your mind.
You prop yourself up using your elbows, only to look down at the sight of your sleeping lover with his head pressed up on your chest. You collapse back on the bed with a tired sigh.
You still couldn't understand the reasoning behind his.. desperate actions last night. He seemed so pent up and stressed, you'll forgive him this time.
âąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâą It's the day where you're covering for your colleague, being the cameraman for tonight's news. Yes, tonight.
Wriothesley would kill you if he knew you were working so late at night, but only because he cares about your safety. Good thing he's out of the city for a day.
Or he claims to be out of the city for some important work.
You press the button on your video camera, adjusting the lens to focus on the newscaster standing in front of the camera, holding the microphone with a serious expression. The news van is parked in front of a desolate, run-down neighborhood known for its high crime rate and dangerous reputation. The newscaster speaks into the camera, her eyes boring into the lens as she reports on the neighborhood.
âWe are now standing in the heart of one of the most dangerous areas in the city. This neighborhood is notorious for its high crime rate and volatile atmosphere.â
Your senses are heightened at this rate and you really try to focus but the moment you hear the faint crunch of leaves, you lose composure just a bit.
Okay you're a bit scared, but as long as your workmates are heâ
a group of armed gang members suddenly appear from the alleyways between the buildings, surrounding the news van and the camera crew. The newscaster, taken off guard, gasps and steps back.
The gang members brandish their weapons, circling the news crew menacingly. One of them shouts at the newscaster, waving his gun in the air. âHold it right there, pretty lady. This is our turf! You ainât gonna be broadcasting nothing about us!â
You're about to shit your pants for real this time.
âDrop your cameras and get outta here, or things are gonna get real ugly real fast,â he growls, and one of them points the gun right on your camera.
âI'm talkinâ to you too.â
Yeah, you're not going to fight anyone and act all big. You simply drop the camera on the ground to raise your hands in the air.
As the gang members close in on the news crew, the atmosphere is suddenly shattered by the sound of footsteps pounding against the pavement. Everyone turns to see a tall, muscular figure approaching from the distance.
It's the hero.
You watch in awe as the hero strides towards the group of armed gang members, his movements fluid and precise. With a swift swing of his fist, he lands a powerful punch on the leader's face, sending him stumbling backwards. The other gang members are taken aback by his sudden appearance and the display of force, their eyes widening in surprise and fear. They exchange nervous looks, realizing they're facing a much stronger opponent than they anticipated.
âHey, let's go!â Your workmate calls for your name. Her hand waving at you so you could all retreat back to the van.
And before you could follow, the van explodes.
The sudden explosion catches you off guard, jolting you out of your stupor. Shouting in surprise, you recoil from the loud blast, ducking instinctively as debris and fragments fly through the air. Your colleague, sitting next to you in the van, lets out a terrified yell as the force of the explosion propels the driver backward. The van shudders and lurches from the impact, the windows shattering and various objects sent flying.
âin the building! Let's go!â All three of you dash to protect yourselves inside this tall company building.
âI will call the police,â
âbut the hero is here!â the driver of the van speaks, almost yelling in frustration.
âthe hero is also a human. Just a strong one. We can't rely on himââ but before you could continue, you all cover your ears once you hear gunshots come from outside.
Ohmygosh. Itâsâit could possibly be Wriothesley who's getting hurt right now. What are even the chances?!
âFine! Just call the fucking police!â The driver gives up, leaning back against the wall while breathing heavily.
You want to go out there. You want to see. It's your chance to see who the hero is if he got hurt. Just to get the crumbs of news in exchange for your life apparently.
When it grows quiet, you peek outside, âit's clear, I'll take a lookââ
âNo, you're not.â her hand is firm as she grips your wrist, âjust let them go.â He, on the other hand, scowls.
âBe safe!â She shouts at you as you make a run for it, running down the alleyway while looking left and right.
Someone's in the area.
You dart behind the nearby dumpster, heart pounding in your chest as adrenaline courses through your veins. Hiding as best you can, you press yourself against the rough metal, trying to keep your breathing steady and quiet. Peeking out from behind the dumpster, you cautiously scan the surroundings, trying to catch a glimpse of someone nearby. For now, the area seems to be clear, but you can't shake the feeling that someone is in the vicinity, lurking in the shadows.
âWhere ya at, lilâ birdie?â You cover your mouth when you hear someone speak, it sends a chill down your spine and you can feel your heart drumming in your ears.
Your sharp eyes turn to your side to find a metal rod, you don't hesitate to grab it before smacking the shit out of the guy.
No that did not happen, but you wish it did.
Instead, the minute you see his feet pass the dumpster, with a swift movement, you grab hold of both of his ankles, using your weight and leverage to pull them out from under him. He lets out a pained shriek as he suddenly loses his balance and topples to the ground, his body hitting the pavement with a thud.
Alright, you can be cool sometimes.
Stepping at his hands to hear him cry again, you run put of the place, making turns and finally spotting the hero sitting down against the building wall while panting, seemingly exhausted.
ââŠâ you take slow steps once you approach him, looking down at him with your eyes already glistening.
This is it, you just have to confirm it.
Your hand pulls at his mask, âWrioââ
Huh?
ThisâŠ
Is not
Wriothesley.
âAh, what the fuck?â He grunts, the blonde grabbing the mask from your hands and you take a step back.
âElias?!â You yell out in confusion, it's your colleague that you're covering for supposedly today's shoot.
âYou're the hero??â
ânot a word. Scram, you freak.â he mutters, eyes diverting away from you and staring up at the roof. âThe roof,â he whispers to himself, making the effort to stand back at his knees.
Is this bitch serious? He's the last person you expected to be the hero. With his stupidly arrogant and lax attitude.
You give him an almost death stare, studying his features again before making your way out.
You need to check the other people that were with you.
But when you arrive back at the building, they were gone.
Did the police arrive? You don't hear any sirens. Could they have possibly went up on one of the floors to hide?
You find yourself in the elevator next, watching as the doors close with your hands clasped infront of you nervously.
You take deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and steady your nerves. Hey, at least there's nice elevator music.
As the elevator comes to a halt, the doors slide open with a soft ding, revealing the rooftop and the figure standing in the open space.
There's a figure standing at the edge of the building, you can see the person's silhouette clearly now, but you can't make out their features just yet.
Your steps are hesitant as you slowly approach the figure, the wind gently billowing around you. The city lights twinkle below, but your attention is entirely focused on the person standing at the edge of the roof. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever may come, and call out tentatively, "Hello?â
Your voice rings in the air, that the person's shoulders tense.
When they look around, you're met by the same blue eyes you've known for three years now.
âWriothesley.â You whisper, in shock, breathlessly under your breath.
He's holding.. a gun? The same gun you remember seeing in your dream.
Something in his mind snaps when you turn around, in fear. Like it was a mistake to ever see him in the first place.
Wriothesley doesnât even give himself time to think before his body suddenly reacts, suddenly reaching out and circling his hand around your wrist to forcibly tug you back.
He yanks hard enough that you lose your balance and fall against him, his other arm coming up to wrap around your shoulders, preventing you from going anywhere.
âW-wrioââ
âthink it's time we talk, sunshine.â He speak into your ear.
When you try to move the slightest from his hold, he grips you around him tighter. You figure it's best to stay still for now.
âwhat? Are you going to kidnap me now?â You manage to chuckle out, nervously though, your voice coming out more shaky than you intended to.
âIs that going to satisfy your little fantasy? What, I should play into it and shove you into a corner, keep you under my thumb until youâre begging me to set you free? Or no⊠you want to be saved by the hero.â
"You know you're not helping with your case, right? You really sound like the bad guy now.â
Youâve definitely found his breaking point because that comment makes him snap.
Wriothesley suddenly whirls you around so youâre facing him before heâs pinning you against the nearest wall, his body practically covering your own.
âWellâŠâ He whisper, raising an eyebrow calmly in the way you look being at his mercy. âArenât I?â
Your jaw practically hangs at his words. Is he... Playing the bad guy now?
Or was he really⊠not the opposite of the hero?
He sees the shiver you try so hard to suppress and smirks at that, clearly satisfied with your reaction, âWhatâs wrong, sunshine? Finally realize that the man youâve been dating isnât the hero you've obsessing over?â He chuckles.
âi⊠i knew itââ
âYou didnât,â he says, his tone suddenly becoming cool and firm.
Wriothesley leans forward, pressing into you so that youâre smashed between him and the wall. His hand suddenly comes up, cupping your jaw so that he tilts your chin up to look directly into his eyes.
âIf youâd known, youâd never have come within twenty feet of me. Youâd never have been alone with me or spent a single night in our bed.â
He's right. And you hate it. You feel betrayed, lied to, even.
It makes you rethink your life choices.
You've gotten too comfortable with him that you didn't even think about him being the villian. You've gotten too close while you were being a complete idiot.
âyou hid it.â
Wriothesley laughs, the sound almost sounding cold, âof course I hid it, sunshine. I wasnât going to just come strutting in wearing a big, red sign saying âlook at me, Iâm a bad guy!â was I?â
You clench your fists together, âyou tricked me.â
âTricked? No.â He shakes his head slightly. âI simply⊠left out key details.â
âWhy?â
âah, there it is.â He steps back, giving you space to breath, to recollect your thoughts.
âwhy? Because the hero isn't a hero. He started all of this destruction. Why? To get fame, recognition, power, and to be seen, to look like he's doing something when he's not.â He lets out all in one breath, and you lips part again.
âfour years ago when the building almost fell on you? He did that, on purpose. then saved you to make it look like he's the one that everyone needs.â
What the hell?
âWriothesley, we were strangers to each other four years ago. How did you know?â You don't hesitate to step closer to get more answers out of him, but he only stares at you.
You swallow thickly when he draws infront of you once again, âi did this all for you, love. I-i will do everything in my power to stop him, i will kill him so you wouldn't get hurtââ
âOkay, fucker. Out of my way,â Elias, the âheroâ, suddenly barks, and without warning, a gunshot rings out. The bullet pierces through Wriothesley's shoulder, causing him to flinch and stagger backwards.
Your eyes widen in horror as you watch the scene unfold. "Wriothesley!" you cry out, watching as he turns around despite the injury and charges towards Elias.
Despite the pain he must be in, Wriothesley doesn't relent. Ignoring the gunshot wound, he barrels towards Elias with unmatched determination, closing the distance between them.
"Bastard," Wriothesley manages to grit out as he collides with Elias, knocking him off his feet and sending them both crashing to the ground.
You don't hesitate to rush forward, with adrenaline fueling your actions, you move quickly towards them as they roll dangerously close to the edge of the roof.
"Stop!" you shout, your voice filled with desperation. "You'll fall!â
And surely enough, Your two hand clamps down on Wriothesley's, desperately grasping onto anything you can to prevent him from plunging off the edge.
Meanwhile, Elias grips Wriothesley's leg, using his strength to anchor him in place. The three of you hang there, suspended over the city, Wriothesley's body along with Eliasâs dangling in the air.
âSweetheartââ
âshut the fuck up I'm not letting go.â They're both too heavy, the feel of his fingers slipping away from yours increases everytime you try to pull them up.
Elias is purposely pulling Wriothesley's leg down to drop them both, your lips quiver, crying when two of his fingers slip now.
âhey,â his voice is soothing when he calls for you.
âat least⊠i protected you till the very end, right?â He tries smiling but it only makes the lump in your throat grow.
âi love you.â
âWriothesley!â
âŠ
âWriothesleyâ!â You gasp harshly when you open your eyes so wide, finding that your hand was already reaching out for nothing.
You rest your hand on your chest before leaning back on your seat.
âare you okay?â The newscaster, the friend you made, offers you her handkerchief so you could swipe the sweat off your face.
âi think⊠continuesly searching about this, is making you stressed.â She points out, looking at the papers and drawings splayed out on your desk.
More theories of the disappearances of the hero and villian. Not their death. Their bodies were never found.
âit's been a year.ïżœïżœïżœ
The realization is like a punch to the gut as you bring a sweaty palm to rub at your temples.
âThis is not over.â You whisper, more to yourself than to her. âWe got no more trouble. No more heroic or bad guy news. The world is back to normal, almost like they never existed huh?â
Never existed.
She then suddenly gasps, which catches you off gaurd, âare engaged??â She eyes at the gem resting on your left ring finger.
The ring you found in one of his jacket pockets when you sorted his things out.
âyeahâŠâ you decide to drawl out before sitting upright on your seat.
ânow, if you'll excuse me, i got work to do.â
You're never going to stop searching, to find another answer of the question; 'why?'
Even if it will mean risking your life this time.
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The Urge [Loki x Fem. Reader]
A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] Loki's lack of magical contraception yields unexpected results. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Breeding kink. Smut. Language. Dirty talk. (w/ 1.8k)
"I can smell you." You stopped rinsing dishes, wiping your palms on your leggings before turning off the tap. Heâs home early, you thought with mild interest. âWhat?! Two seconds...â you called. The sound of Loki dropping his keys into the dish by the door rattled. Metal on porcelain. You turned towards the noise, jumping as your husbandâs broad shoulders suddenly filled the open kitchen doorway. âI said... I can smell you.â he repeated darkly, leaning against the frame.
Lokiâs pupils were dilated, only a sliver of electric blue visible at the furthest rims. You ran your hands up the sharp angle of his jawline, trying to coax a smile. âWell I havenât showered since last night but I didnât think it was that -oh!â Loki stooped, hoisting your ass-cheeks with his huge palms. Your legs instinctively cinched around his hips, clinging on. It was a long drop to the floor. âI mean whatâs between your thighs, wife.â he hummed menacingly. âYouâre ripe.â Heat flushed your cheeks, a thrill thundering to the lowest centre of your sex. It was happening. âAre you sure youâre ready for the weight of my full load?â he snarled against the shell of your ear, the meaning in his words abundantly clear. You shivered. Loki had lifted the enchantment impeding his ability to impregnate you, and it had...side effects. âIt will be four times what I usually spend inside that tight little slit of yours. I hope you can take it.â he murmured under his breath as he paced in long strides to the bedroom. He lowered you to the bed. You scrambled back on the mattress, running your eyes hungrily up his triangular torso. âAnd I hope you can keep it.â he spat, roughly yanking the knot in his tie. Loki had warned you that the tidal wave of god-level hormones would make him a little strange. A little less...sentimental. But even he wasnât aware just how animalistic he would become in his mission to give you what you desired. What you both desired. He stripped the black suit jacket from his shoulders, unbuttoning the dark shirt slowly as he tilted his head. His gaze stalked over your body, breathless and flushed. He was hard already, his thick cock snaking down his thigh against the tight cotton. âHow am I to make you fat with my offspring if you do not remove your clothes?â There was a venom in his voice that made you clench. âOh, right- sorry.â you mumbled, tugging off your stained t-shirt. You lifted your hips, fumbling the waistband down. âToo long.â he scoffed impatiently, before leaning and grabbing the lowered nylon crotch. In one swift movement, the leggings ripped at the seams, half of the pair landing on the bed-knob. Your husband's stare smouldered with barbarism, his deep love hibernating as primal urges came to the fore. Loki ripped the belt from his hips, the coil of leather falling discarded with a loud crack to the floor.
You shuffled backwards on the martial bed as he unzipped his trousers, the perfect cock that had made love to you thousands of times looking different somehow. Harder? Bigger? you thought frantically, feeling your breath catch in your throat as his naked body descended. Lokiâs hair fell wild around his collarbone, eyes narrowing as he tilted his chin to his chest. That smouldering gaze never left your own. âDonât be afraid, darling." Loki nudged your knees apart gruffly. âYou are worthy of breeding with a god, you should be grateful.â He wrapped his long fingers around your delicate wrists. âAnd I intend to thoroughly breed you tonight, pup. You can be sure of that.â You could feel the swollen tip of his manhood sliding against your entrance, the sticky mess of ovulation grasping against pre-cum gathered at the head. âOh-my-g-godâŠâ you gasped, unable to form proper words. You had never been more turned on in your life.
âThatâs it. Praise me, little one.â Loki purred, before a long inhale made his eyes flutter closed in lust-drunk anticipation. âSuch a well-bred cunt you have...â he hummed appreciatively, before licking a trail from your collarbone to your mouth. âPerfect for a godâs seed...â he rasped, releasing one wrist to palm the nearest breast upward. â... perfect for soaking in what I have to give.â he continued lazily. Loki nuzzled against your ear as his grip returned to the free wrist strewn above your head. âMy prize breeding bitch.â You arched your back, feeling your pussy gape against the throbbing cock nestled tauntingly between your folds. Ready to burst. He released a ragged moan against your ear, pulsing between your open thighs. âI canât keep myself out much longer, I canât resist you like this â you have one final chance to stop before I fill you.â he panted quietly, a semblance of familiarity cracking through feral domination. You shook your head, murmurs of donât stop passing your lips as a cruel smirk stretched his own. He snarled, mouth falling open as his wide tip squeezed past the tight opening. Loki swallowed, the veins in his neck straining. âPrepare for everyone in nine realms to know you have been fucked into this pathetic state.â he growled ceremonially. He bottomed out with a staggered groan as his grip on your wrists tightened. âAnd fucked by whom.â You squirmed beneath him, rocking your hips into the curves of his enormous muscular thighs. Waves of bliss soared as he grunted with every slow thrust, devastatingly measured. âTell me Iâm your slut, Loki-â you mewled, whining as he pressed the backs of your thighs mercilessly towards your ears. Loki's eyes fell to the sight of his glistening cock sinking into your swollen pussy, juices already leaking around the mess of twin flesh. He grit his teeth, curls swinging around his jaw as he watched himself disappear repeatedly into your ripe heat. âRemember who it is you have sheathed in your cunt, little one.â he grunted, balls slapping. âI only fuck my slut, I donât breed her.â You whimpered, lost in a haze of unadulterated eroticism. It was filth. His voice. His hands. His cock. His words. âYouâre so fucking t-tight.â he gasped, releasing a rasping moan that shook the Asgardian trinkets on the side-table. âIâm going to pound you so full of my...uhhh- sacred c-cum that youâll be dripping from that pretty m-mouth.â
Your husband's voice vibrated around the apartment, the timbre so low you were sure it would sink through the floorboards. He was unhinged, the grip around your calves making halos of lightened skin appear beneath the dent of his fingertips. âDonât-donât stop...Lokiâ you gasped, frozen in place by his weight. The god snarled, his upper lip disappearing as his eyes flashed. âI said I would breed you, and I intend to.â he spat, suddenly pulling your wrists and flipping you to all fours. His slippery cock popped from your hole with a squelch as your palms hit the mattress. In a flash, long fingers grasped the nooks of your hips, sinking himself possessively back inside. The two of your groaned in unison as your ass hit the flat of his stomach.
âThe way that ripe pussy is desperate to milk me, I wonât lastâŠâ he fawned, before placing a tight slap against your ass. âBut then, pleasure is not the order of business. Not your pleasure, anyway..â The god muttered darkly under his breath, rhythmically pulling you tight against the base of his shaft before pushing you forwards. The fingers against your flesh would leave bruises. Animalistic grunts clouded the air like smoke as he railed into you like the beat of a drum. You could feel the veins in his cock swell. They pulsed, his body gearing to give you what you craved. Lokiâs thrusts were becoming sloppy, erratic breaths scorching the air as he lost himself in the mission. Lost himself in the urge. Whines of his name leaked from your throat, your cheek lowering to the mattress- ass in the air like a bitch in heat. Lokiâs hips juddered, the slap of his tight balls against your clit making you want to scream. And then you screamed. Loki chuckled, a choked laugh between stuttering, messy pumps. âThatâs it. Thatâs.it - my breeding mare, taking the mount of your s-stallion as he fucks you full- f-f-fuck-â You and he moaned in unison, rising orgasm shuddering your bodies as Lokiâs stomach folded against your back. You could feel the condensation of primal need on your neck from his breath, his cock tugging inside your needy pussy with shallow thrusts as he came undone. He needed this. He needed it just as much as you did. âFill me p-prince- yes, give it...fucking give it to me-â you thundered. Your hips thrashed as you shoved you ass back to keep his cock steady against your wet centre. âAll of it?â Loki choked, planting another smack on your ass with a broken moan. âEvery fucking d-dropâŠâ you managed through a strangled cry. The god roared behind you. You could feel thick cream spurt against clenching walls, hot seed sloshing and rising inside the deepest part of you. Loki's firm chest curled against your spine, hair sticking to the sweat gathered on your back. His hips juddered as he emptied himself inside your messy, fertile heat. Every drop. You could sense the clench of his perfect ass as he pumped several more times, milking himself in the slop of his own seed. Dwindling ragged grunts peppered the air, the tender slide of his palms over the curve of your ass telling you that his work was done.
âStay still.â he murmured, carefully drawing himself from between your legs. Wet slurps filled the air, the light touch of his fingers grazing against your dripping slit. Inspecting. âTurn over-â he said gently, as if to a patient; â-slowly.â he added, before guiding you on your back. There was a broad smile on his face. âLegs up.â he quipped, still kneeling. You rolled your eyes playfully, manoeuvring your crossed ankles to rest on the curve of his neck. âI love you.â he said tentatively, placing a deep kiss on the calf to his side. A blissed-out smile fluttered on your lips. âI love you too.â you replied, reaching for his hand. Loki squeezed. âBased on that performance, we should probably make the most of the next few days.â you sighed, resting back against the pillow. Loki scoffed. âHave you so little faith in my ability to-â He trailed off, seeing the twitch of your eyebrow. âOh.â he smouldered, pushing his hair back with a conspiratorial smile. âYes. Indeed, darling. Very wise.â He placed another kiss on your ankle, the tip of his nose inhaling seductively down your calf as his words made you shiver with anticipation. âBetter safe than sorry.â he whispered darkly against your skin.
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"Pull On It. Harder."
Synopsis. He liked to wear that little black hair tie everywhere. Why? Oh, it just reminds him of the way you tie his hair into a pretty lilâ ponytail - all while he's tonguefĂșcking you to insanity.
Pairings. Multiple x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cunnilingus, rough oral (female receiving), unprotected, overstim, slightly long haired! boys, theyâre just a bit mean here, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.
Word count. 1.2k
A/N. I love long haired men and no one can do anything ab it.
Heâs never seen without that little black hair tie around his wrist.Â
He likes to take it with him, thumbing that red imprint on his skin whenever he misses you. It makes him think of how heâd run his hands through your hair at night. Or how youâd intertwine your fingers with his when out on dates.
And, of course, how youâd gather his locks and tie it into a pretty little ponytail while he tonguefucks you into insanity. Â
âFuck, sweetheart. Barely even touched you and already so wet fâme.â
Nose-deep in your pussy, his bangs partially cover his heavenly view of you - spread underneath him, thighs trembling and cunt dripping all over his freshly cleaned bed sheets. Good, he thinks deliriously, preferring your scent to the overly artificial softener anyway.Â
He isnât too worried, though, knowing youâll work your magic with his hair soon enough. Soon.
âSoonâ happens to be when heâs pooling your sweet juices on his lips. Relentless tongue dipping in and out of your quivering hole at a maddening pace. In and out in and out in and-
âOh, fuck, baby- Hngh- faster, fucking me on your tongue sâgood.â Hips bucking up into his hot mouth for more more more. Making out heatedly with your pussy with the urgency of a madman. Stray strands sticking to his forehead, he looks up at you through half-lidded, absolutely feral eyes that devour you almost as much as the mouth on your cunt - soon.
Tongue bullying past your swollen folds, crooking just right to fuck you on it the way he needed to with his throbbing cock. âYeah, just like that.â you moan deliriously.
His hair tie digs into his skin, as well as yours, as he forces your thighs on his shoulders, reaching to draw tight, little circles on your needy clit. Methodical, and purposeful.
He knew you were close when you reached down to urgently cup his head, bunching those silky locks in two trembling hands. Ever the gentleman - his hand expertly leaves its bruising grip spreading your thighs so shamefully open. Letting you all but rip off the hair tie off it.
Shaky fingers running through his locks, his breath hitches so deliciously as you hastily secure his soft strands into a small, loose ponytail. Movements urgent and as jerky as the snap of that small hair tie.Â
Ah, there he was - you could cum just from seeing the absolutely feral look on his face. It should be a crime for those beautiful features to be covered by anything other than your dripping cunt.Â
A predatory grin tugs at his lips against your swollen ones as you finish tying the small band. Ah, now he can really get into it. Your back arches, using the ponytail as leverage to demand more. Need more as he makes out with your pussy with newfound vigor.
Nails digging into his scalp, searing with your grip. You know he doesnât mind - in fact, he even leans into your touch with a guttural groan, swallowing hard as he drives his tongue deeper into you.Â
Itâs messy - both the ponytail and the way he speeds up maddeningly, your slick smearing across his pretty face, trailing down to the sheets below. Tongue continuing its relentless abuse - over and over and-
At a merciless rhythm that has the bed creaking and you whining in pleasure - the neighbors were sure to file another noise complaint. Annoying old fuckers, should give them a real show.Â
His breaths are almost as ragged as yours now - because fuck oxygen, he wanted to see his pretty girl fall apart on his tongue. A munch - as you liked to often joke - with no care in the world for anything other than making you cum hard enough to see stars.
âFuck, baby- mâgonna- mâgonna hngh-â
And not only do you see stars, you probably see the pearly gates of heaven as you cum on his mouth. Convulsing and hips rutting up to ride out your high on his pretty face. Eyes dazed, lips swollen and absolutely pussy-drunk.Â
That sinful glint in his eyes stays as he pulls away, an obscene trail of saliva and your slick connecting your lips to his chin. Cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently, strands of silky hair falling out of that disheveled ponytail. A true masterpiece.
He watched you intently, drinking in every dip and curve. Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking.
But the games are over now.
âSpread them fâme, sweetheart.â
Looming over you, eyes burning with raw desire. Cock throbbing and leaking delicate beads of precum as he positions himself, furiously flushed tip nudging your sloppy hold. He pumps himself. Once. Twice. Being merciful enough to give you a second of respite.
Without warning, he surges forward. Bullying his thick cock into your snug cunt in one, swift thrust. Not stopping till heâs all the way. His lips crush against yours, stifling your cry of pain and pleasure at finally getting what heâs been teasing you with for so long.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into your dripping cunt. Nails raking down his sculpted back as he starts up a feral, unforgiving pace. Each ram of his cock into your cunt erratic, hitting your cervix and pulsing against that one spot deliberately. Again. And again. Like a madman possessed.Â
âBaby- Hngh-â you whine sinfully, hips bucking wildly against to meet his almost-animalistic cadence, reaching out a shaky arm towards him. He knows what that means. How could he not?
Holding your hungry gaze as he leans down, sweaty forehead meeting yours. One hand cradles your face, while the other hooks a finger underneath that godforsaken hair tie and pulls. Letting the ponytail - that at this point could barely even be called one - fall apart, just as you were underneath him.Â
Eyes glassy and dazed, soft little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. The only thing behind those pretty eyes being him and the big cock stuffing you full. So close to cumming.Â
Bangs partially covering the sinful view that was you - but right now, he didnât care. Not when youâre snaking a hand up to his locks and pulling. Hard.
âYeah, just like that. Pull on it. Harder.â Fucked-out, broken little grunts leave his throat as he lets you continue your little ministrations, tugging on his hair especially hard when he purposefully misses that little spot he knew drove you wild. Over and over.
Now, he doesnât want to sound like a masochist - his friends would probably laugh their asses off at that - itâs just it hurts so good when itâs you.
Which is why, two strong hands rest above your head, fingers lacing, pushing you down down down impossibly deeper onto his throbbing cock. You keen in response, âAh! Hngh- oh, baby jusâ like that. Mâgonna cum.â
Ha, as if heâd be that nice.Â
Pulling out in one, fluid motion, he relishes in your disappointed whine at the sudden disappointment. Taking the opportunity to gather your hair in his fists, fingers deftly forming a makeshift ponytail with a snap! of that little hair tie.Â
Leaning down to whisper in your ear, voice gravelly and hot against your ear. âNot yet. Suck on my cock without this ponytail falling apart, sweetheart. Then weâll see about that orgasm, hm?â
Because you love to see his face.
And, of course, he loves to see yours.
- GETO, CHOSO, GOJO, Kuroo, KENMA, Sakusa, EREN, Jean
A/N. Iâm ngl this is very much self-indulgent pls.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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wake up, sunshine | c.sc
somno + breeding kink with seungcheol
pairing: choi seungcheol x reader
genre: smut, est. relationship
wc: ~1.2k (again⊠not proofread)
synopsis: morning sex w seungcheol and yall lowkey want babies but you also donât (rn).
!other kinktober fics!
a/n: 11am on the due date⊠HELP you guys please i know this is MID as FUCK!! i have zero motivation right now for this, but i wanted to put something out. iâll come back one day w a better cheol fic to make up for this tiny thing ): also thereâs a lot of âfuckâs in this idk⊠what happened. oh and one last thingâŠ
SM SUPPORTS BULLYING!
it was just past 7am. the crisp fall breeze whispered through the bedroom window, nipping seungcheol on his shoulder. his eyes fluttered open as he rolled over onto his back. he stared at the ceiling for a couple seconds before looking to his right side where you were still lying fast asleep. a soft smile crept onto his face as he watched your peaceful form rise and fall with each breath. he reached his arm out to tuck your hair that had fallen in your face, behind your ear. he shifted onto his side to admire you more comfortably, never growing bored of this hobby. uninterrupted, getting to stare at the beauty in front of him that he was lucky enough to call âmineâ.
unless you had an early shift, seungcheol was always awake before you. always exhausted from work, you loved to milk your sleep for all it was worth, whereas your boyfriend would prefer to start his days early. youâd normally wake up an hour after him to the smell of bacon permeating the air in your room.
however, this morning was different.
âfuck,â he mumbled under his breath, nowhere near loud enough to wake you. something about the way your nose had a slight pink tint from the open window, the way your hair was draped beautifully behind you, and the way he could catch a glimpse of your chest down the top of the comforter had his cock trying to break free from his boxers. you looked⊠devine. in your sleep, you rolled onto your back, and seungcheol took it as an opportunity to get some early breakfast.
he couldnât help himself. he ducked under the covers, moving himself in between your legs. even in pitch blackness, he knew your body like the back of his hand. he effortlessly moved his arms under your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, holding them tightly. he gave your inner thighs a couple soft kisses before kitten licking your clit. gentle enough to not startle you, but the feeling so blissful nonetheless, you start shifting your hips slightly under his hold. seungcheol smiled against your core before using an arm to lift the comforter up to see your angelic face already looking down at him. âwake up, sunshine,â he cooed before taking your clit into his mouth, still maintaining eye contact. you gasped at the sudden warmth, in contrast to your now cold, exposed skin. âch-cheol, whatâre you doing?â you giggled out. you donât even remember falling asleep fully naked but, whatever. youâre currently glad you did.
âhaving an appetizer before breakfast,â he stated very matter of fact. âi woke up extra hungry, i guess,â he shrugged with a tender smile on his face.
you giggled again before running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the strands to hint that you wanted his face up here with yours, and (even tho his tongue was magic) something else between your legs. your boyfriend couldnât help his sweet nature, though. as he crawled on top of you, eyes locked on yours, he whispered, âyou have the prettiest eyes baby,â before attacking your lips with his. when he pulled away you smiled, âimagine if we made little meâs⊠ya know⊠my eyes and stuffâŠâ he chuckled at your flushed cheeks and flustered demeanor. were you trying sweet talk him? dirty talk him? your half-asleep brain had no idea, but he knew exactly what you were getting at.
he hummed before kissing your forehead, then your cheek, then your jaw, and then your neck... he lingered there, leaving tender, wet kisses on your skin. the softness of it all slowly sending you back off into your dreams. âcheolâŠâ you whispered, almost completely asleep. seungcheol pulled away from your neck, once again hovering over you. he smiled at your sleepy face. knowing that he was soothing your body so well that heâd sent you back to sleep was making his cock swell up with even more need. he loved taking care of you in every way. he lived for it. he craved your happiness. when you were satisfied, so was he.
he reached his hand down to grab his cock from his boxers, inhaling sharply at the contact. he rubbed his tip lightly up and down your entrance, smearing a mix of your slick and his spit all over your cunt. he pushed himself inside of you with a low, quiet groan in hopes to not disturb you too much. you squirmed a bit, definitely not asleep, but still too tired and relaxed to open your eyes. âmmmph cheolâŠâ
seungcheol sluggishly started thrusting in and out of you, his hand moving up to cup your face. âare you awake yet, sunshine?â he breathed. âuh uh,â you whimpered, smiling softly with your eyes still closed. âgotta fuck you awake then hm?â he smirked before picking up his pace. you moaned out at his increased determination to get you both off out of nowhere. in no time, seungcheolâs hips were snapping into yours and he was demanding you to look him in the eyes as he wrecked you from the inside out. his voice started to raise in pitch. âdo you feel me in there, love? f-feel me all in your stomach hm? god~ -m gonna fill you up with my cum yeah?â he panted, resting his forehead on yours. ây-yes p-please cheol, please⊠breed meâ you pleaded, fully awake at this point. seungcheolâs hips stuttered. he had to stop himself. âfuuuck,â he growled at your words. he started thrusting in and out of you again, far more brutal than before. âsuch a good girl. so g-good begging for me to breed you huh? p-pump you full of my cum? fuck~â he panted out, chasing his high. you were right behind him, the knot in your tummy ready to snap at any moment. âch-cheol iâm gonna cum,â you cried out, screwing your eyes shut, arching your back. you crying his name, pressing your tits up against him⊠he was done for. âfuck~â he moaned out pushing his cock all the way inside you, filling you up completely.
morning showers werenât your thing, but you had no choice this morning. you and cheol were both a mess.
âso,â cheol started from inside the kitchen, grabbing you a plate of food. your eyes admiringly watching him cross over to the dining table where you were. âyou want babies hm?â he asked in a teasing tone. you chuckled grabbing the plate from him, then he sat with his. âi mean yeah one day⊠not now, though,â you poked at a piece of scrambled egg with your fork before bringing it to your mouth. âthatâs too bad..â cheol jokingly sighed. âtoo bad?â you raised an eyebrow. âyeah⊠i donât know i got like⊠a warm fuzzy feeling over the thought of little yous running around.â you beamed at his words. âthatâs called a paternal instinct,â you giggled, then you continued, âand iâm glad you have one.â you reached over the table patting him on his head.
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hi lovelyđ„č i'm sorry if i am being unreasonable, but may i ask, for more stories of stepbro!op monster trio? sorry to bother đ„čđ«
you guys are never unreasonable!!! unless, you like ask me to write actual incest cause frankly that goes beyond my (very lose) morals. but step-brothers? we love (fictional) step-brothers. you got it! like always, also adding ace and law!! hope you enjoy, pretty <3
âthinkin' about: the monster trio, ace 'n law! vs familial relations, shh!
NOT PROOFREAD. JUST UTTERLY HORNY AND PERVERTED. tw: CONCEPT OF STEP-CEST, PORN LOGIC, DUB-CON. BIMBOFICATION. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. [i.e. if you do not feel okay reading such concepts, please scroll/click away. thankyou in advance.] cw: lots of porn logic. set in modern au. nsfw includes: a lot of overstimulation blowjob, cockwarming, penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, some bondage and use of toys and smex. lots of smex. MDNI OR I WILL ACTUALLY FIND YOU USING BLACK MAGIC. SIT THIS ONE OUT, KIDS. m.list
đmonkey d. luffy: your favourite meal, 'nichan!
â€ïžmonkey d. luffy is not quite sure which he loves more, you or food. because when he entered the kitchen in the dead of the night, he only really wanted to eat something to soothe his insatiable hunger. how lucky, he found you there instead! "l-luffy," you squirm under his tight grip on your thighs as his tongue swipes against your clit once more. when he looks up, his lips are drenched in everything you, "what?" "someone's gonna see." you mumble, trying feebly to pull at his hair and get him to part with your pretty pussy. but luffy just holds you down tighter on the kitchen counter, making sure your trembling cunt doesn't run away from him. he's still hungry, after all. he gives you a dopey smile, the kind that has you believing all of his false lies, "nobody's gonna come, pretty." he licks a soft stripe up your wet pussy, softly chuckling at his own joke, "i mean, you will." "nobody will?" you echo innocently, words falling down your wobbling lips so easily as he pulls your hips to himself and starts feasting like a man ravished. he moans against your folds, "nobody, i promise." his nose nudges against your clit so dangerously well, his tongue slides into your sickly sweet hole so easily and as he fucks up the muscle into you, you swear you feel his tongue stretch as if to hit you g-spot. "l-luffy, ohmygod," you practically feel yourself drip onto your step-mother's freakishly clean counter tops and half-heartedly try to think of a lie to tell her when she asks you about the stain. "tsk," you step-brother shakes his head so softly around your cunt, pulling back his drenched face just to nudge his digits into your hole instead, "don't worry about the mess, i'll clean it up all by myself." and from the way your step-brother was licking at you clit, drinking in every candied, syrupy essence out of you, you were sure he meant it. "just relax, and let me have my share." he husked into your bundle of nerves, right hand pumping and curling into your heat, "i got the rest, peach."
đroronoa zoro:
đ"zoro?" you ask so softly, and your voice echoes back towards you from the empty changing room. your step-brother had asked you to come see him once his practice was over. he claimed it was an emergency, and wouldn't you be a terrible younger step-sister if you ignored your brother in a dire situation like this? "in here." his voice echoes from the shower as you meekly find yourself walking to one of the closed stalls. calling out again, you stand in front of the stall, "zoro?" the door opens momentarily and you're pulled in by his sturdy hand on your wrist. as soon as your gain some semblance of sanity, you're face to face with your step-brother. the shower is still running in the background, and water droplets softly run down his ripped, naked body. "what's the emergency?" you ask softly but zoro brings his hands up to your lips, softly swiping his thumb across your pouty bottom lip before meeting your eyes. he rasps, "i had a shit match. 'm so angry right now, think you can make it better, pretty?" you nodded, knowing just what would cheer your brother up. after all, that's what a good step-sister should do! sinking down to your knees, you gaze up at him one last time before softly grabbing his aching, erect cock in your hands. zoro moans at your soft touches, and it spurs you to lick his tip leisurely. your hands move up and down over and over again as his tip slips past your lips. you taste his beading pre on your tongue and your thighs rub against each-other as you feel the wetness build up in your panties. "good girl." zoro husks, throwing his head back and guiding you to softly take more of him in. he tastes like he always does: sea-salt and something tangy, and you hum around the familiar taste, "jus' like that, so, so good for me." you hum around him again, gagging just a little bit as his tip kisses the back of throat, "r-really?" "of course." zoro hums, pulling you off his aching cock to let you breathe, "think ya can take it whole?" you nod with conviction and the green-haired jock smears his tip across your lips, smirking down at the way you part your mouth to let him line it easier, "cute." he guides you to take him past your glossy lips, "take it. take it whole."
đ«vinsmoke sanji:
đ"and how does this one taste?" sanji asks innocently, feeding you a bite from the cake he had baked, "good?" you nod, words wobbling, "'s r-eally good, sanji." "awh," your step-mother claps, "'m so glad you both are working hard together for the bake sale! alright, i'm off to the market. be good, both of you." "of course." sanji nods and you feel him press his erection onto you from behind. teasing you. telling you just what was waiting for you. you were lucky that your lower halves were hidden by the kitchen island otherwise your step-mother would have seen that sanji had his hands down your shorts, teasing your clit while pretending he was such a saint. as soon as you both hear the woman slam the front-door and leave, sanji drops his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent like a man crazed. his forefinger and thumb pinch your clit so meanly and you buck into him as a result, "s-sanji." "don't you think you should thank me?" your step-brother rasps, pulling your folds apart so he could thumb your clit better, "i helped you bake for your sale." "th-thankyou." you stutter at the way his fingers keep circling your sensitive nub, "how should i... thank you?" "let me make you cum." he hums definitively, slipping his hand further to let one finger inside you, "ah, you always feel this good. 's almost addictive." "it... it is?" you buck into his hand, desperately rutting to get the friction on your clit from him. but sanji never let you beg, ofcourse. he riles you up instead, "what's that, baby? want more?" and the blonde shoves another finger without you nodding. curling his digits, he moans at the way your gummy walls clench around him, how your wetness was dripping down his hand and wetting your short, how you brought your own up hand to your tits to play with your perky nipples. "you're so cute." sanji hums, pumping into you without faltering, "come on, pretty girl. cum all over me. let me taste you."
đŠportgas d. ace:
đ§Ą"tsk, wrong again?" your older step-brother softly shakes his head. if it weren't for the slight smirk in his tone, you would have thought he was seriously disappointed in you. "'m sorry." you mumble, hips squirming as as he wraps his muscled arms around your waist to hold you still. he rests his head in the crook of your neck, softly whispering to you, "y'know i had to skip hanging out with my friends to help you do this assignment. and now? you're getting all of them wrong." "i cannot focus..." your voice trembles and he laughs in return, "really? why not?" he hums, "you know how busy i am, right?" and you did! you knew he was busy with his own things and asking for his help over this uni assignment was stupid... but, he was always so good at teaching, that you had to ask him. "tell me..." he wonders aloud, "why cannot you focus?" but how could you? you were stuffed full of your step-brothers cock. his length stayed unmoving inside you, and the way you could feel every little vein against your velvety walls. he was so mean! he said he would fuck you once you finished your assignment, until them let him cockwarm in you. but it had been so long and he was still unmoving!! "ah, well... you know the punishment." he whispers in mock distress, and your pussy trembles against his length in anticipation. his hand comes down on your clit. a harsh, little slap that has you dripping down his length and wet both your clothes. "try again." ace says definitively, "c'mon, you're surely not as dumb as you're acting." and then, something clicks. "hah, unless..." your step-brother's fingers come down to tease your exposed, overstimulated clit again, "you're purposefully getting them wrong because you want me to do..." he slaps your cunt again, "this?" "no!" you shake your head, voice growing even weaker, "i- i didn't. promise." but he just grins, "shit. if you liked that so much, should've told me sooner, princess."
đȘ»trafalgar d. water law:
đ"you know i need to practice, right?" your step-brother repeats and you nod in return, "i... i know. don't worry, law." you knew he was a med student, and you knew how important it was for him to be able to understand the human body from a close, physical point of view! and especially, for him to better examine women, he needed to understand them well, didn't he? and well, that's where you came in. you lay in his bed, your arms and legs tied to the leg posts as law peers down at you, "let me just see how you react, okay?" you nod and law brings the buzzing toy to your glistening cunt. as the vibrator comes in contact with your exposed clit, you involuntarily jerk your hips away, eyes clenching shut in delight. your hips stutter all-too-pathetically and law takes the toy away to note something down. your tattooed doctor looks down at you as if scrutinizing you, "hm, feel good?" and you can't help but nod desperately, "y-yes." "then, tell me." there's this sadistic glint in his eyes, "i told you, talk to me through it. how else would i know how you react, right?" "i-i'm sorry." you catch your wobbling lips under your teeth, a sorry expression plastered to your face as law slowly brings the toy back to your anticipating body. "f-feels good, law." you stutter as the toy constantly nags against your sensitive nub, and law nods as if he's serious, "does it? describe it better for me, could you?" "it feels..." your words get stuck in your throat, eyes widening at the lewd things you're about to say. you avert your gaze, "i- don't wanna say such things." "oh?" law quirks an eyebrow, his lips pressed into a thin line as if unveiling his disappointment. your stomach drops at his reaction. after all, what kind of step-sister were you?! he mumbles gravely, "but it's for my study, y'know that. there's no shame in helping your older step-brother, right?" "i-" your step-brother gives you a re-assuring nod, and your voice trembles as he teases you, "it f-feels good... like my body's gonna explode, an-and it's good." "it's good?" he repeats and you nod, trying to rest your eyes on him despite your squirming body, "y-yes." "that's a relief." he huffs, pressing the toy against your clit harshly now, "i'm glad my girl's having fun." law exchanges the toy for his thumb instead, giving you a soft smile, "let me see how this feels for you."
a/n: hahahaha I SWEAR IM SANE!!! I SWEAR!!! yes, my digital footprint goes crazy, thanks for asking. don't ask again. also. the feminine urge to write the all of these drabbles longer and without step-cest... hm, anyone on board?? anyways, glad to see you having fun you filthy, filthy person :// m.list
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cursed : azriel x reader
in which azriel has a crush on a witch, and thinks she cursed him.
warnings: none (unedited)
word count: 1.4k
âSheâs quite the character huh?â Cassian says to Azriel, staring at you. He grunts in response wondering why you are currently in a handstand competition with a couple of kids in the middle of town. Kind of in awe how your little black dress didn't fall down to your face with you being upside down, but that's a perk of being a witch, he thinks.Â
As if you heard them talking about you, your gaze finds theirs. You grin and then lose balance and gracefully fall out of the handstand. It being the last day of summer did make it a cool one but still having been outside with a summer camp of kids you were quite dewy with sweat. Your face was flushed and damp as you made your way towards the two men.Â
âHi Cassian!â You say with a grin, you turn and look at Azriel, your smile falling into a smaller one. âSpymaster.â You nod. Cassian lets a chuckle slip through at Azâs blank face. You were always like this with him. He never fully understood why. You kept him at a distance always but managed to be involved in every one elseâs business. He often thought it was because you could not stand him. And then he thought you were terrified of him, because letâs face it, that was more believable.
You were making small talk with Cassian when Azriel started to get lost in his mind thinking of you and how it seemed you teased him on occasion. With your little quips here and there. Constantly smelling like those fresh baked chocolate-chip muffins that were his guilty pleasure to eat when he got back from long missions
He noticed eventually that Cassian had walked away from you two when a group of kids started playing tag with him. He turned to look at you where you decided to sit on the grass, he made a quick decision to sit next to you. Both of you were silent, but for once it was comfortable.
The path leading up to your small little house on the bank of the Sidra was always well lit at night. Glowing with purple and orange lanterns their reflection makes it seem brighter than it was that night. Your house was on the smaller side (still fairly large all considering.) But you loved to host seasonal parties due to them being in connection with your magic and since summer was ending and fall was starting, it was the perfect time to throw one of your celebrations.Â
Currently the Inner Circle is in your living room drinking and eating food you have made for them. Your familiar, Silly the tabby cat, has made their home on Azrielâs lap. He doesnât seem to mind though. Gently petting the cat's soft fur. You stare at them from the kitchen with a soft smile on your face.Â
âYou could just tell him you know.â Nesta says from behind you, scaring the absolute shit out of you. You place a hand over your chest and let out a deep breath. âNesta, Iâm going to put a bell on you.â She laughs lightly as you scrunch up your nose.Â
âI am not joking though.â She says softly, and you look back at him now playing with Silly on the couch. âHe canât even stand to be in the same room as me for more than ten minutes. There is no way I could tell him how I feel.â She hums in response.Â
âI think youâd be surprised.â And then she walks back out to sit with Cassian. You did deeply care about Azriel, borderline loved him. You felt connected to him in a way you couldnât describe, just that your soul was at peace with him. Your magic proved that theory too. It sometimes appears to you in colorful hazes around people.Â
Every color had a different meaning, the majority of the Inner Circle had a warm orange around them. Your magic had to be newer or just not have a written history because there is barely any research on what these colors mean. However, you chalked it up to orange meaning some of the most important people in your life. Azriel though, he had a beautiful blue humming around him almost constantly for you, and you had no idea what that meant.
You must have been lost in thought for a while because the next person to scare you was Rhys with Nyx on his hip. He was building another plate for Feyre and Nyx to pick off of.Â
âYou okay?â He asked you softly. Nyxâs grubby hands reaching for the fresh food on the plate, you and Rhys both grin at that. You nod your head in response to his earlier question.Â
âMaybe ask him to hang out with you?â He says, like it's that easy. You shake your head, âI donât know about that.âÂ
âWell, it doesnât hurt to try.â You watch him leave the kitchen and decide it's time to do the same.Â
You follow Rhys back into your living space, where it's warm of laughter and love. You sit down on the only open seat, which happens to be on the couch next to Azriel. Silly runs over to your lap and demands petting. You look down at the orange cat with love and when you look back up you meet Azrielâs puzzled stare.
âWhat?â You ask him softly, nudging the cat off your lap gently. You turn to fully face him when he abruptly stands up. He grabs your arm and pulls you towards the outside.Â
âWe will be back.â He says gruffly towards everybody, dragging you along.
âPlease for the love of Mother, take your time.â Cassian says with a cheeky grin, âWe have bets placed.â to which earns him a vulgar gesture from both you and Azriel.
When you go outside he drags you closer to the river and further from the house. Probably to avoid prying ears and eyes, but with everyoneâs magic you go ahead and place a sound proofing spell over the two of you.
âIs everything alright Azriel?â You ask him after a moment of silence. He turns back around to look at you with something close to⊠fear? Â
âSo, what is it?â You look at him deadpanned and tilt your head in confusion.
âWhat spell did you place on me? Why, when I go to sleep I think about how I hope you had a good day. When I wake up I wonder if you actually ate breakfast and not forgetting after you have your morning coffee. And tonight, I wonder where you go when this party is mainly in celebration for you and I am busy playing with your cat and not with you.â He gets out in one breath. I stare at him for a moment and when I open my mouth he interrupts me again,
âWhy is it when you are near my hands shake less and my worries ease but when you are gone I crave your scent. What curse? What spell?â Azriel genuinely looks shaken for a moment, and for a second so do you.Â
âI didnât know you felt that way too, Azriel.â You say and approach him with a soft smile. When you guys finally make eye contact though something inside you both, snaps. Your eyes widen and so do his. Mate.
You let out a little giggle that eventually turns into a full laugh. âYou thought I cursed you?â You say through giggles, âI thought you hated me Az.âÂ
âAh, well that goes both ways.â He responded with a smile. You look at him in confusion. âI could never hate you.â
âYou couldnïżœïżœïżœt stand to be near me.â He quips back.
âNo. You couldnât stand to be near me.â You say and jokingly sniff at him. He shakes his head and grins. âWe are both stupid.â You nod your head in agreement.Â
âA couple of stupid mates, huh.â You look up at him, now leaning shoulder to shoulder.Â
âYeah something like that.â And then he kisses you.Â
Warm lips slotting over yours softly, you both start getting a little more heated with each other. Hands finding their way into your hair while yours go around his neck. His lips softly biting yours and then pulling away. You arch and reach up on your tiptoes in a feat of chasing his lips. He grins at you, puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses your nose.Â
âLetâs go back inside.â He whispers and leans back, as if heâs afraid that this will all be a dream if one of you speaks too loudly.
âI am kicking everyone out the minute we get back inside.â You whisper back and kiss his collar bone.Â
âThat sounds great to me.â he says and with that you both walk back to your house holding hands.Â
a/n: so this was completely self indulgent, I wanted a cozy azriel fic!
please tell me what you think!
I don't own any characters that sarah j. mass created.
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mattheo riddle hair headcanons
as a self-identified curly hair enjoyer, i can confirm that mattheo's hair is a big part of what lured me in at first. so i wanted to do a little spotlight for it.
nsfw content | minors dni
mattheo riddle has delightfully unruly, curly black hair that transforms into a warm chocolate brown when exposed to the sunlight.
most often, mattheo couldn't care less about how it's styled. he finds himself in so many chaotic situations that it's no wonder he doesn't take the time to pay attention to how his hair looks.
usually, this nonexistent hair routine works like magic. his fluffy curls fall effortlessly into place which only adds to his attractiveness. even when it does run more on the wild side, it fits his energy much better.Â
whenever it gets too rampant, you relish the opportunity to fix it, meaning you get to run your hands through and internally geek out over how effortlessly soft it is as you untangle his locks.Â
mattheo doesn't like being touched. that is, by anyone besides you. as repelled as he may be by physical contact with others, the way he relaxes and finds it soothing when you take over and style his hair reveals that physical touch is, indeed, his love language when it comes from the right person.
despite initial attempts to blow off your help to 'seem cool', insisting that you need not mess with his hair, he always relents and secretly loves the sensation of you adusting the 'out of place' pieces.
mattheo is also aware of much you enjoy doing it, sometimes tousling it before you come over. he can't wipe the triumphant smirk off his face fast enough when you question how he managed to mess it up so quickly, just waiting for you to seat yourself behind him and fall into what has become a routine.
yes, you still like him when he gets his hair cut- a measure of true love indeed. but it is when it gets longer that it hits that sweet spot for you, and the struggle not to constantly pounce on mattheo while at that sexy length takes your every ounce of willpower.
he does not like the mullet look on himself, but you absolutely love it. he will endure it when it gets to that point for a few days just to see you happy.Â
mattheo lets you grasp his hair during sex, especially to hold on for dear life when he goes down on you.
however, mattheo hates when you tug it. more often than not, if you take it too far, he will let out a low growl and warn you that he won't let you finish if you pull a stunt like that again.
he has never followed through before; he loves going down on you too much. but the fear it strikes in you works as a fun little tease that helps you both make it over the edge.
#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle fluff#mattheo riddle headcanons#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle imagine#slytherin#slytherin boys
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Cop Car
SUMMARY: You and Jake enter a restricted area to watch the planes take off. It's all fun and games until the two of you end up cuffed in the backseat of a car. Things only get worse when your dad, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell arrives on the scene. Loosely based on/inspired by Cop Car by Keith Urban because apparently my thing lately has been making fics out of songs.
WARNINGS: None
WORD COUNT: 3.5K
TAG LIST: @omgbrianab I @shanimallina87
The faint roar of jet engines reverberated in the distance, a low hum that vibrated through the night air. You were wrapped up in Jakeâs arms, your back pressed against his chest as you both lounged in the truck bed, staring at the vast sky above. There was a thrill, a kind of reckless energy, in sitting just beyond the "No Trespassing" signs, so close to the runways where the Navy's finest pilots took off.
Your heart raced, though it wasnât from fear of getting caught. It was from being here, next to him. You felt the soft thud of his heartbeat as you lay back against his chest, your body cocooned in his warmth.
âYou sure this was a good idea?â Jakeâs voice was low, tinged with amusement as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
You grinned up at him, the glow of the airstrip lights casting soft shadows across his features. âSince when have you ever cared about breaking the rules?â
He chuckled, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. âFair point. But if your old man catches usââ
You cut him off with a playful laugh, turning in his arms so you could look up into his eyes. âWeâll be fine. Iâve got a plan.â
He raised an eyebrow. âYouâve got a plan?â
âMmhmm,â you nodded confidently, leaning in closer until your noses almost touched. âIf we get caught, Iâll just tell them how much I love planes. Theyâll understand.â
Jake shook his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. âYeah, Iâm sure thatâll get us out of any trouble.â
You leaned back against him, your eyes flicking up to watch as another jet took off, its engines roaring to life and tearing down the runway before disappearing into the night sky. There was something magical about it, watching those planes cut through the darkness. Youâd loved planes ever since you were a kidâsince the first time your dad had taken you up for a ride.
Sighing contently, you snuggled deeper into Jakeâs embrace, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back. The moment was perfect, just the two of you, wrapped up in each other. All the worries of tomorrow didnât matter. It was just you, Jake, and the thrill of being somewhere you werenât supposed to be.
âHey, look,â Jake said, his voice barely more than a whisper. âAnother one.â
You followed his gaze, watching as a fighter jet lifted off into the air, its sleek frame disappearing into the starry sky. For a second, you imagined what it must be like for Jakeâto be up there, soaring through the clouds, with nothing but the horizon ahead of him. You admired his ambition, his drive.
âWhatâs it like up thereâŠyou know when youâre flying?â you asked, watching another jet take off, its lights blinking against the darkness.
Jakeâs laugh was low, vibrating through your body as his arms tightened around you. âItâs the best feeling in the worldâŠbesides being here with you.â
You smiled, tilting your head back to catch a glimpse of his face, the shadows from the runway lights dancing across his jawline. There was something about being here, just the two of you, that felt untouchableâlike nothing could ruin this moment. It felt like the world belonged to just you and him.
But then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted itâthe glow of headlights approaching from the other side of the fence. Your heart skipped a beat.
âUh, Jake,â you murmured, sitting up a little. âWeâve got company.â
Jake followed your gaze, his jaw tightening as the headlights got closer. A black SUV with the words âMilitary Policeâ emblazoned on the side rolled to a stop just a few feet away from Jakeâs truck.
âShit,â he muttered, sliding out of the truck bed and extending a hand to help you down. His expression was still calm, but you could feel the tension rolling off him as the door to the SUV swung open.
Two officers stepped out, their faces stern and their postures rigid as they approached. The taller one, a gruff-looking man in his mid-40s with a salt-and-pepper beard, was the first to speak.
âYou two realize this is a restricted area, right?â His voice was sharp, no-nonsense.
You exchanged a glance with Jake, your heart thudding in your chest. âUh, yeah,â Jake said, holding up his hands in surrender. âWe were just watching the planes. Didnât mean to cause any trouble.â
The officerâs eyes narrowed as his gaze shifted to you. âAnd you? You got identification on you?â
Your breath caught in your throat. You werenât on base legally, and you knew it. While Jake was a Navy pilot with all the right credentials, you were just the daughter of one of the Navyâs most legendary pilots. That wasnât going to help much right now.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. âI⊠I donât have any ID on me.â
The second officer, a younger man with a buzz cut, stepped forward. âName?â
You hesitated, glancing at Jake before answering. His green eyes were serious, silently telling you to be honest. There was no talking your way out of this.
âY/N Mitchell,â you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.
The officers exchanged a glance, clearly recognizing the name. âAs in Captain Pete âMaverickâ Mitchell?â the first officer asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
You nodded, your heart sinking. âYeah⊠thatâs my dad.â
The older officer exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple as if already anticipating the headache this was going to cause. âWell, Miss Mitchell, youâre not supposed to be here. Youâre aware of that, right?â
You opened your mouth to respond, but Jake cut in. âLook, this is on me. I brought her here. She just wanted to see the planes. Iâll take full responsibility.â
The officer gave Jake a once-over, clearly unimpressed. âAnd you are?â
âLieutenant Jake Seresin,â Jake said, pulling his Military ID card out of his wallet and handing it over. The officer examined it under the flashlight before handing it back, his expression still stony.
âYou know better, Lieutenant,â the officer said, his voice low and stern. âYouâre military personnel. You should know what âNo Trespassingâ means.â
Jake clenched his jaw but nodded. âYes sir, I know. I screwed up.â
The officer gave a nod to his partner, who immediately stepped forward and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. âIâm afraid youâre both coming with us,â the younger officer said, reaching for Jakeâs wrists first.
âWait, is that really necessary?â you asked, panic rising in your chest as you watched them cuff Jake.
âAfraid so,â the officer replied, his tone almost bored. âRegulations.â
Your breath quickened as the officer turned to you next, holding out the cuffs. âTurn around, maâam.â
You swallowed hard and did as you were told, the cold metal of the cuffs clicking around your wrists. The reality of the situation began to set in, and for the first time, a sliver of fear crept in.
Jake met your eyes, and despite the cuffs, he managed to give you a reassuring smile.
âHey,â he said softly, his voice steady, âitâs gonna be fine.â
You nodded, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You wanted to believe him, but the weight of what could happen hung heavy in the air.
The officers escorted you and Jake to the back of their patrol car, opening the doors and motioning for you to get inside. You slid in first, Jake following closely behind, the door slamming shut behind him. The inside of the car smelled like leather and disinfectant, the overhead light casting a dim glow across your faces.
You slouched against the seat, biting your lip to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it all. Jake caught your eye and raised an eyebrow.
âYou okay?â he asked, his voice soft as the officers stood outside making phone calls.
You nodded, resting your head against the seat. âYeah, Iâm okay. Are you?â
Jake exhaled, his gaze drifting toward the flashing blue lights reflecting in the window. âYour dadâs gonna kill me.â
You let out a soft laugh, the tension easing slightly. âHe might. But hey, at least weâve got a good story now.â
Jake chuckled, leaning his head back against the seat, his eyes closing briefly. âYeah, some story. 'Remember that time we got cuffed for watching jets take off?'â
You grinned, leaning your head against his shoulder. âYou know, we could try to make a run for it.â
His eyes snapped open, and he turned to you, disbelief written all over his face. âYouâre crazy.â
You shrugged, a mischievous glint in your eye. âMaybe. But you love it.â
He shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âYeah,â he said quietly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. âI do.â
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of the situation fading as the minutes ticked by. Outside, the officers were still making calls, seemingly in no rush to let you go. But you didnât care. In this moment, sitting in the back of a patrol car, cuffed and facing who knew what kind of trouble, all that mattered was being here with Jake.
He glanced over at you again, his expression softening as he took in the way the blue lights danced in your eyes. He couldnât help but think how beautiful you looked, even in a situation like this. And for a second, all his worries about tomorrow and whatever consequences awaited him melted away.
âYour dadâs never gonna let me see you again, is he?â Jake asked, half-joking, though there was a hint of concern in his voice.
You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. âWeâll figure it out.â
Just then, the familiar sound of car tires on the gravel made you both look up. The unmistakable silhouette of your father, Captain Pete âMaverickâ Mitchell, appeared in the distance, his boots crunching rhythmically against the gravel as he approached the patrol car. The blue and red lights cast long shadows over his form, and even from inside the car, you could see the tightness in his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. He was pissed, no doubt about it.
Jake shifted beside you, his relaxed demeanor faltering for the first time since the police had shown up. His face fell, the reality of the situation finally hitting him. âThis is gonna be bad,â he muttered under his breath, glancing sideways at you.
You could only nod, your stomach twisting with a mix of dread and embarrassment. If there was one thing that had always been constant in your life, it was your dadâs protective nature. And now, seeing him storming toward the carâwhere you sat in the back, hands cuffed, with Jake beside youâit felt like you were about to face the full force of it.
Just as Maverick reached the car, the officer nearest the door gave you and Jake a nod, his face stern as he reached for the door handle.Â
âAlright, out you two,â he said, his voice gruff but controlled.Â
He opened the door, and the cool night air rushed in, cutting through the warmth of the enclosed space. Jake was the first to move. He slid out of the seat with a quiet grunt, his wrists still bound by the cuffs as he straightened to his full height. The officer standing nearby gave him a once-over, clearly unimpressed, before placing a hand on Jakeâs arm to guide him to the side of the car.
Then it was your turn. You followed Jakeâs lead, scooting across the seat and stepping out into the gravel. The moment your feet hit the ground, you felt the weight of everything hit you all at onceâthe flashing lights, the tension in the air, and your dadâs unwavering gaze locked on the two of you. The officers didnât waste time; you were both led a few paces away from the car, standing side by side as Maverick looked between you and Jake with that intense, assessing stare.
Jake, to his credit, stood still and silent, his jaw clenched tightly. You could sense the regret rolling off him in waves. His shoulders were stiff, and for once, he seemed unsure of what to say. Not that there was much he could say to fix the situation.
Maverickâs eyes moved between the two of you, taking in the sight of his daughter cuffed and standing beside Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin. His frustration was palpable, but the way he lingered on you for a second longer made your stomach twist. This wasnât just angerâthis was disappointment.
The older officer cleared his throat, drawing Maverickâs attention for a moment. âCaptain Mitchell, sir,â he said, more formally now, clearly aware of the gravity of the situation.
Maverickâs gaze didnât leave you and Jake, his arms crossing over his chest. âWhatâs going on here?â
The officer quickly explained, outlining how theyâd found you both in a restricted area and how neither of you had proper authorization. The moment he finished, there was a beat of silence. Maverickâs eyes narrowed as they settled on Jake.
âLieutenant Seresin,â he said slowly, his voice deceptively calm, âcare to explain why Iâm getting a call in the middle of the night saying my daughterâs in the back of a patrol car with you?â
Jake straightened up, squaring his shoulders. âSir, itâs on me. I brought her out here. I didnât thinkââ
âNo, you didnât,â Maverick cut him off, his voice sharp. âYou didnât think at all, clearly.â
You winced at the harshness of his tone, knowing this wasnât going to go over well. The officer standing beside Jake glanced between the two men, but remained silent. Maverickâs gaze shifted to you, and the weight of his stare made your heart sink.
âY/N, you know better than this,â Maverick said, his voice firm but with an edge of concern. âYou know what happens when you break the rules, especially on a military base. What were you thinking?â
You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. âIâm sorry,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Maverick sighed, running a hand through his hair before turning to the officers. âCan you take the cuffs off?â
The younger officer hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. âSure, Captain.â He stepped forward and unlocked Jakeâs cuffs first. Jake gave a slight nod of thanks but didnât move otherwise, still standing rigid beside you.
Then it was your turn. The officer released the cuffs from your wrists, and you immediately rubbed at the sore spots where the metal had bitten into your skin. The weight of the cuffs was gone, but the tension hanging between the three of you was suffocating.
Maverick gave the officers a short nod, signaling for them to step back. Then he crossed his arms again, his eyes flickering between you and Jake. âYou two are lucky it was just the military police who found you,â he said, his voice low but filled with authority. âDo you have any idea what couldâve happened if this got reported up the chain? Youâre both smart enough to know better.â
Jake shifted beside you, finally finding his voice again. âSir, I take full responsibility. Y/N shouldnât get in trouble for this. She was just with me. If thereâs any punishment, it should be mine.â
Maverickâs gaze hardened as he stared down Jake, a long silence stretching between them. Finally, Maverick spoke, his voice cold. âThis isnât about punishment, Seresin. This is about trust. Youâve got my daughter out here, breaking rules, putting herself in a dangerous position, and you didnât think for one second about what that means?â
Jake flinched, guilt flashing across his face. âIâm sorry, sir. I didnât mean to put her in danger.â
Maverick exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he turned to you, his expression softening just slightly. âYou okay?â
You nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle even heavier on your shoulders. âYeah⊠Iâm okay. Iâm sorry, Dad.â
âWeâll talk about this later,â Maverick said, his voice gentler now, though the tension still lingered. âBut youâre coming home with me.â
He turned back to Jake, his face hardening again. âAnd you, Lieutenant⊠this doesnât go on your record, but if youâre serious about my daughter, youâd better start using your head.â
The night air hung heavy as Maverick walked back toward his car, his command still lingering in the space between you and Jake. Though the cuffs were off and the immediate crisis seemed to be over, you couldnât shake the knot tightening in your chest. Maverick wasnât letting this slide easily, and both you and Jake knew it.
âLieutenant Seresin,â Maverick called out, his voice stern and carrying authority, making it clear this wasnât a request.
Jake, who had been silently rubbing his wrists, snapped to attention. He straightened up, his posture rigid, falling back into his role as a Navy officer. âYes, sir.â
Maverickâs gaze hardened as he took a step closer, his voice unwavering. âHereâs whatâs going to happen. Youâre going to say goodnight to my daughter, and then youâre going straight back to your quarters. No stops, no detours. Understood?â
Jake nodded, his usual confidence visibly absent. âYes, sir.â
Maverickâs eyes narrowed slightly, the warning in his expression unmistakable. âAnd Lieutenant⊠Donât think this is over because you apologized. You put her in danger tonight, and that doesnât sit well with me. I expect better from you.â
Jake flinched at the words, his jaw tightening as the guilt in his eyes deepened. âI understand, sir,â he said quietly. âIt wonât happen again.â
Maverick held his gaze for a moment longer, then nodded toward you. âGo on. Say goodnight.â
Jake exhaled and turned toward you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of regret and something softer, more vulnerable. As he stepped closer, he hesitated for a second, glancing briefly toward Maverick, then back to you.
Without saying a word, he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you with a tenderness that melted the tension in your body. You let out a shaky breath, resting your head against his chest as the warmth of the embrace momentarily blocked out everything elseâyour dadâs watchful eyes, the police cars, the chaos of the night.
Jake leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead instead of your lips, a gesture that felt protective, as if he were trying to shield you from the weight of everything that had happened. âI love you,â he whispered against your skin, his voice rough with emotion. âThis wonât change anything. Iâll see you soon, okay?â
You nodded against his chest, your throat tight with unspoken words. âI love you too,â you whispered back.
Jake squeezed you gently one last time before letting go. You could see the strain in his expression, the regret hanging heavy in his posture as he pulled away. He gave you a small, reassuring smile as if trying to make everything feel less complicated, even though you both knew it wasnât.
You reached out, pulling him in for one final hug, a silent goodbye filled with the promise that things werenât over between you. Jake closed his eyes briefly as he held you, then slowly stepped back, his hands lingering on your arms for a moment longer before he let you go completely.
Turning away from you, he walked toward Maverick, who stood by the car with his arms crossed, his expression still stern but no longer as harsh. Jake gave him a sharp nod, acknowledging the silent tension that still lingered between them.
âGet going, Lieutenant,â Maverick said, his voice firm. âAnd donât let me hear about you being anywhere other than your quarters tonight.â
Jake nodded, his voice steady but low. âYes, sir.â
Without another word, Jake turned and headed toward his truck. You watched as he got in, glancing in your direction once more before he started the engine. The sound of his truck pulling away filled the quiet night, and soon enough, the taillights disappeared into the darkness.
Maverick let out a slow breath once Jake was gone, his rigid stance loosening ever so slightly. He turned toward you, his expression softening as he stepped closer, his eyes searching your face. âYou okay?â he asked, his voice quieter now, filled with the concern of a father who had been shaken but was trying to hide it.
You nodded, though your heart was still racing. âYeah, Iâm okay,â you said, though your voice wavered slightly. âIâm sorry, Dad. I didnât mean for this to happen.â
Maverick sighed, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you into a hug. âWeâll talk about it tomorrow,â he murmured, patting your back gently. âLetâs get you home now.â
You leaned into him, finding comfort in the familiar embrace, but even as you walked with him toward his car, your thoughts remained on Jake, his whispered promise still echoing in your mind.
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romantic dreams | jeon jungkook
summary: heâs always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until itâs a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bear.
⣠genre/au: yandere jungkook x reader [she/her, female anatomy], neighbors au, smut, angst
⣠23.9k words
warnings: yandere. smut. jk is obsessed and a stalker. toxic. manipulation. gaslighting. heâs a gym rat who listens to deftones, nirvana, korn, pierce the veil, etc. he watches y/n through cameras. delusional jk. heâs intimidating and a huge asshole to everyone but y/nâlike genuinely not a good person lol but he has nipple piercings and a six pack. goth jk. calvin klein jk. sort of mind break. dom/sub/switch themes but not intense. rough, passionate sĂ«x. multiple rounds. oral [both recieving]. multiple orgasms. jk is kinda really unhinged at the end. he seems more stable than he is. everyone is so oblivious. unprotected smĂŒt but also only for one round [they go for two]. idk lol heâs just a weird guy who likes black and Nirvana or some shit. y/n is cheated on in previous relationship heâs not dangerous I think
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song inspo: tempest â deftones, and i love her â kurt cobain, blvd. nights â team sleep, new magic wand â tyler, the creator [highly recommend listening so you can get what kind of character Jungkook is]
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The music was loud yet you couldnât make out a single word of it. The beat was strong but with the amount of people packed into the nightclub it seemed to blur out all other noise aside from their talk. You could barely see under the hues of green and blue lights shining down on the crowd and the room had a distinct smell of alcohol, sweat, and smoke.
On your back was a firm hand that pushed you through the dancing crowds to get you to the bar and you let them take the lead without question. To your side was a friend of yours who flashed a smile, âDonât worry, youâre going to get so drunk tonight that you forget about him.â
What sheâs really saying is if you donât want to feel then you better start sipping.
It was just 24 hours ago that you sat down in your living room listening to the guy you had been dating for months tell you that he cheated. He cried his eyes out telling you that it didnât mean anything and that he would never do it again but it was too late. You didnât shed a single tear until he was out of your house and thatâs when you let the angry tears fall, mad that you were too blind to realize what a piece of shit he was.
Now you were in a little green dress feeling like a heartbroken bitch as you ordered two more drinks and tried to pretend like youâre having a good time when youâre not.
Taehyung watched you chug back another drink with a sigh, âBut donât drink too much, youâll regret it.â
âI donât care,â you slurred, tone already a bit off and woozy. Jiyoung combed your hair out of your face, âAt least youâre still pretty, drunk or not.â
Not pretty enough if you got cheated on. You smiled as she cupped your face squeezing your cheeks, bloodshot eyes that she couldnât even see under the changing lights.
âIâm gonna go find Hobi,â Taehyung said as he looked around the packed nightclub, âItâs going to take me forever.â
You nodded your head, âGo ahead, Iâm gonna get another drink.â
âYou sure youâre okay?â Jiyoung asked and you told her yes. She left with a small smile going with Taehyung to find your friend. Your smile slowly fell as you stood at the bar by yourself looking around at dancing pairs and kissing couples.
You took a deep breath trying to calm your racing heart, hands feeling the heat that radiates off your face and blinking hoping to fight off the burn you felt from not crying.
Once you had your drink you disappeared into the large crowd hoping to find the others.
He was fed up being here. He understands why his friends like to come out and drink but frankly he doesnât care for their excuses to be able to pick up girls. Every single woman who approached him here are just so boring.
Sure, theyâre nice to look at but thatâs about it. Listening to their squeaky drunk voices and watching the way they try to dance on him is so tiring. He just wants them all to stop but they wonât and he knows it. Heâs attractive, heâs somewhat tall, heâs covered in tattoos and he looks so unapproachable that it â for some reason â always attracts women to him. If he was interested in them then maybe he would feel different but most times heâs just bothered by them.
There might be a rare chance that he takes one home but that happens once every blue moon and even then he doesnât care for their name or to stay with them the full night. He could live his life without wasting a single second flirting with some girl he met at the club.
His intention right now was to quietly sneak away from his friends while they hit on girls he was very unimpressed with and leave. It reeked of alcohol and he preferred not to get drunk and lose his senses tonight.
He was cutting through the crowd doing his best to avoid being pushed or touched but it didnât seem to matter.
Goosebumps rose on his skin as he hissed at the sudden cold liquid that spilled onto his shoes and jeans. His face hardened as he smelled the stench of liquor and he immediately looked up annoyed to find the person who spilled their drink on him.
âShit, I am so sorry,â you said in a somewhat shy voice. You looked from your empty cup to his wet pants and boots, âIâI didnât mean to bump into you, thereâs so many people hereâfuck.â
His initial instinct was to chew you out, not caring for what or who you were, but then his eyes met yours and his anger immediately melted away. He couldnât put his finger on why he was suddenly okay with a stranger spilling their Bloody Mary on his thousand dollar Gucci boots. He was too lost in your bloodshot eyes to say anythingâuntil you dropped down to the floor with a hand on his boot acting like you could just wipe it away.
âWait!â He nearly shouted as he held you by your arm and pulled you back up, âDonât. Itâs fine, the floorâs dirty.â
âNo, please, I am so fucking sorry, oh my god,â you said, drunk out of your mind to fully pay attention to what happened. You looked up to him and you seemed to take a step back in surprise. He was an extremely good looking guy and youâve just embarrassed yourself in front of him⊠yet he smiled sweetly instead of yell at you. Will you even remember this moment?
âIâll just clean them, itâs alright, donât even worry about it, okay?â
Not fully thinking clearly, you gasped as a sudden idea came to mind, âIâll go get towels! Iâll umâj-just, yâknow wait right here.â
He could hear it in your voice that you maybe drank too much. He looked around to see if a friend of yours mightâve been around watching but he found no one looking in this direction. You were practically running off and it would be a perfect chance to escape another drunk who threw themselves at him but he found himself going after you instead.
The hall toward the restrooms was poorly lit and people lined the walls waiting to go in but that didnât stop him from cutting through so he could be close enough for you to find him. You were an interesting character.
He could feel some eyes on him but he ignored them easily, choosing instead to smile softly when you stumbled out of the restroom with a handful of paper towels. He reached a hand out to get them but once again you tried getting down to clean his shoes up yourself that it made him laugh lightly. He helped you back up with a hand on your back to keep you from swaying or getting down againâwhichever comes first, âI got it.â
You stood back watching him clean his shoes and soak up some of the alcohol from his jeans. You debated if you should leave but when he looked up from his leant over position to see if you were still there, you stayed. âIâm really sorry.â
âDonât be,â he smiled a genuine smile as he threw the paper towels away in the nearest bin, âLetâs get you another drink.â
âNo, Iâm done drinking for tonight,â you told him but you left out the part about you already feeling too numb for it, âIâve already made a fool of myself.â You covered your face behind your hands and he couldnât help but feel a rush of butterflies in his stomach.
âDonât say that, it was cute,â he said confidently with a shrug of his shoulders, âCharming even⊠do you dance?â
âHuh?â You looked at him confused, âUh, yeah.â
He smiled widely as he began to walk away from you, walking backwards to the dancing crowd, âThen make up spilling your drink on me with a dance?â
You bit your lip and narrowed your eyes as you studied him. You looked around as if in search for your friends but they were busy and you were heartbroken and drunk, and agreeing with a nod of your head. You took his outstretched hand and went with him.
âWhereâd Y/n go?â
âUm,â Jiyoung looked around, âGood question, I thought she was getting another drink.â
âWell sheâs not at the bar,â Hoseok said with a sigh, âLetâs look for her so we can get out of here finally.â
Your arms were around the strangerâs neck and his were wrapped around your waist keeping you pressed against him as you danced sensually together. You played with the ends of his hair as he looked down at you with an intense gaze, âWhatâs your name?â
âY/n,â you said with a light gasp as his head dipped down to hear you better, making you whisper it into his ear. His eyes closed as he felt your face brush against his and he was turning his head slightly to bring his lips closer, âIâm Jungkook.â
You blame the alcohol and the fact that the guy smelled really good for your next actions. It didnât help that you were still very upset about being cheated on and you werenât thinking clearly, only looking to feel something else than what you felt right now. So, in your drunken state, you turned your head letting your lips brush against his testing the water out and as he held you tightly, he pressed a kiss to them.
Jungkook released a low moan into your mouth when you kissed him back in need and he found it hard to keep his hands from roaming down your body in your pretty forest green dress. Your tongue swiped along his lip ring making his hands grip the sheer fabric to make sure you didnât back away before he was done. You were curious about the cold metal and kissed him with a bit of intensity that you seemed to forget where you were or who you were with.
In need of air, you pulled back with your hands slowly slipping away from his neck trying to process the fact that you kissed a stranger without a care in the world.
âY/n! Weâve been looking for you everywhere!â
You jumped back startled as you turned around in search for the feminine voice. You looked at Jiyoung who sighed, âWeâre leaving, are you ready?â
It was hard to get a good view on Jungkook with how poor the lighting was and how dark his clothes were. He was biting his lip ring as he watched you get dragged away and before he could pull you back to him in hopes of getting your number, you were leaving like he wasnât even there.
Like you forgot about him already.
There was a quickening pace to his heart. Sweat dripped down his forehead that he wiped away with his forearm as he looked at his friend through the mirrored wall. Just behind them he had a clear view of some woman looking at them. His friend noticed her too, âSheâs had her eye on you for a while now.â
Jungkook didnât say anything as he switched with Namjoon and laid down. Namjoon made sure to spot him as he began to bench press, muscles bulging with each set he did.
âIâm serious, man, and sheâs hot,â Namjoon looked behind him to catch the girl running on the treadmill as her gaze shifted shyly at being caught. He was getting a little pissed that his friend does not care that heâs being eye fucked at the gym.
This was just like Jungkook too, he never showed any sight of interest in anything. He always had a bored expression on his face like he was waiting for something worth his while to happen. Namjoonâs learned to get over it because if Jungkook didnât like hanging out with him then they wouldnât be friends. Jungkook isnât the type to waste his breath reassuring things like that and he definitely does not waste his time thinking of someone.
If Namjoon got half as many women checking him out as Jungkook does, he would find a girlfriend in no timeâbut no, he has to stand to his side and watch his friend pay absolutely no attention to any woman who expressed even the slightest hint of interest in him. Maybe he has to applaud Jungkook for this, he seems to have standards and sticks to them because in their years long friendship heâs only met one of his girlfriendâs before. He was extremely private about his sex life too so they never shared any locker room talk and Namjoon has just learned thatâs how he is.
âShould we do one more?â Jungkook asked as he placed the dumbbell back into its holders and sat up panting. He looked behind him just slightly and caught sight of the bleached blond on the treadmill. She hasnât taken her eyes off him since she got here and itâs really starting to piss him off.
âSure,â Namjoon said, switching Jungkook, âI donât get how you seem to just ignore every woman who looks at you.â
Jungkook looked down at him as Namjoon caught a good grip on the dumbbell, âI wouldnât disrespect the person Iâm seeing by entertaining someone else.â
Namjoon nearly dropped the dumbbell on himself as he jumped up to a sitting position and looked at his friend dumbfounded, âYouâre seeing someone?â
That made the corners of Jungkookâs lips turn upward and he tried to bite back a smile, his dimples still showed. Namjoon was no longer sitting and it seemed like the end of their workout so he began to clean the equipment. Jungkook cleared his throat, âSort of.â
Wordlessly, they began to leave toward the locker room and Jungkook walked right past the blond without sparing her a single glance. He smiled, âY/n.â
âHuh?â Namjoon asked, âIs that who youâre sort of seeing?â
âMhm,â Jungkook nodded with a smile that had Namjoon surprised. He very rarely sees this much emotion from Jungkook and compared to his usual cool exterior, this was a bit unsettling. The two went straight for their lockers as they took their gym bags out and got ready to leave. Namjoon cleared his throat, âDo you have a picture? I need a visual of who this person is.â
It was just so sudden after he had these thoughts of how Jungkook showed absolutely no interest in anyone and kept his sex life extremely private. Namjoon always thought it was just because he was a womanizer and didnât feel like bragging about all the women heâs seeing. It is just surprising that all of a sudden Jungkook would show so much emotion bringing someone up.
Jungkook didnât give him an answer aside from fishing his phone out of his pocket and immediately showing him his lock screen. Namjoon looked at the picture clearly.
âWow,â Namjoon said with, âNow I see why you donât bat an eye at anyone else.â
It was a good candid photo of you, like you didnât even know it was being taken. You were sitting outside having dinner and it was a perfect snapshot of your smile. You were looking at something off camera but Namjoon did have to admit that you were very attractive.
He missed the way Jungkookâs eyes darkened the longer Namjoon looked at your picture and decided to lock his phone and put it away, âReady?â
âYeah,â Namjoon said as he grabbed his car keys while Jungkook grabbed his and his helmet, âSo why havenât I met this Y/n, yet?â
Look, he knows that the two of you arenât dating yet, heâs not that crazy, but itâll happen soon and he has a very strong reason to back it. Jungkook wasnât smiling anymore but Namjoon couldnât see it as he walked behind him, âYou know I like things kept private.â
âI mean yeah but⊠I donât know, youâve never brought her up before. When did you start seeing her?â Namjoon asked just trying to have a casual conversation with Jungkook before they split up.
âI said sort of.â
âWhat?â
âEarlier you asked me if I was seeing Y/n and I said sort of,â Jungkook said with a tightened smile, âNo need to bring anyone around yet.â
Namjoon didnât have a chance to say much after that, Jungkook got on his motorcycle and left with a little wave. This felt like news of the century, Jungkook very rarely smiles the way he smiled when he first brought you up.
Look, he knows that the two of you arenât dating yet, heâs not that crazy, but itâll happen soon and he has a very strong reason to back it.
Who were you exactly?
You took a deep breath as you unlocked your front door and walked into a pitch black apartment. The light flickered on behind you and a small cat curled around your legs the second you were inside.
âArmani!â Your friend said with a soft gasp as he bent down to pick up the feline. Your cat let Taehyung pick him up and walk him around your living room as you put your things away.
âLooks like your neighborâs home,â Taehyung pointed out as he stood near the window of your apartment swatting away hanging plants. Armani hopped out of his arms and onto his scratching post where he usually lounged in for naps or ripping at your Tillandsia. âYou think he watches you sleep?â
âShut up,â you told him with a roll of your eyes, âDo you want a drink?â
âWaterâ Taehyung asked with a cheeky grin before looking back to the window, âAnd you know Iâm joking⊠Iâm just saying though, he always has his curtains drawn and sometimes I catch him looking over here.â
âAll thatâs telling me is that I need to stop inviting you over,â you said as you grabbed a bottle of Soju and a bowl of chips. You couldnât help but look out your window.
Your neighbor was an attractive man. He had a sleeve of tattoos and a broad chest, a six pack and⊠nipple piercings. Itâs not that youâre a creep or anything but he likes to lounge around his living room and bedroom without a shirt on and his curtains open. Sometimes he would step out of the shower with only a towel around his small waist as he looked for clothes in his bedroom and you would have to immediately close your curtains so you werenât a peeping Tom.
He moved in a few weeks ago and since then youâve found yourself battling over the fact that youâll never attract a man as gorgeous as him no matter what Taehyung says. Since the beginning Taehyung has believed that your neighbor seems to have a liking toward you. If you were honest, when you first saw him there was something familiar there but as hard as you tried, you couldnât put your finger on it.
Your best friend is over at your place more often than not and heâs noticed some things. For instance, the day he moved in Taehyung was over and like the nosy neighbor you were, the two of you stared out the window and watched him unload boxes. Taehyung swears he saw a look in your neighborâs eyes when he looked at you that immediately disappeared when he saw he was there too.
Then, there was that time when you were having dinner with your friends. Taehyung pointed out seeing your neighbor and how close he was sitting outside and you just brushed it off. He lives in your neighborhood now, that meant that he most likely frequented the same restaurants as you. He notes every time your neighbor seems to glance out the window toward your place but you donât think anything of it. These apartments have poor lighting and the only way you get natural light is by having the windows open. In truth, Taehyung has watched way too many true crime documentaries and has gotten a bit paranoid.
âWhatever,â Taehyung sighed, âIâm just saying, it wouldnât hurt you to give him a little show and see if youâll get laid.â
That only seemed to annoy you a little more. Youâve been single for weeks now and yes, youâre over being upset but that doesnât mean you want to jump right out and find someone new to bone. Jiyoung has already done a good job reminding you about the guy she found you making out with weeks ago.
Itâs sad to say you canât remember him because you were drunk and maybe he forgot all about you too. Shame, he was a good kisser.
It only took you a couple days to see the man up close. You had just gotten home from work when you spotted an Amazon box outside the door of your building. Your original plan was to just walk past it but then you thought about the act of karma. You read the address hoping to at least put it inside the building but it wasnât the right one. You lived in an apartment complex with six separate buildings and this was supposed to go next door.
You thought about leaving it outside like the delivery driver did but then you thought about it being your package and if someone were to take it. In the end you decided to head next door and deliver to the personâs doorstep.
The one thing you hadnât expected was for the said person to open the door just as youâre setting the box down, and you much less expected it to be your window neighbor.
Your eyes couldnât help but trail along his figure from the black jeans he wore to the black boots, belt, and a dark gray Nirvana shirt. You didnât fail to notice the way his t-shirt was a little too short and exposed a bit of his Calvin Kleinâs and a line of his tiny waist for your viewing. Thick leather bracelets on his wrists as he crossed his arms over his chest. Even his hair was voluminous and a bit curly and you were very attracted to the sight of this stranger.
Rock music played behind him as he leaned against his doorframe.
He looked down at you with an arched brow that had you snapping out of your stare. You stood back up with the box and held it toward him, âThis was delivered to the building next door and I didnât want someone to take it.â
âOh,â he said as he looked down at the box, the corner of his lips turned up shifting his gaze back to you. You could see a black lip ring and a few silver ones aligning his ear. Up close youâre able to see all the details youâve missed from your window and he really did look familiar. He finally took the box out of your hands, fingers over yours and he broke out into a smile, âYou live next door.â
It wasnât a question, more so a statement but you nodded away. You looked around, âI do.â
âIâve seen you before,â he said, âYouâre on the third floor?â
What Jungkook really wanted to say was that he remembered your lips against his kissing him like you needed him. He didnât say that though, he can tell you might not remember him and he doesnât blame you. You seemed to be a little flustered that night and heâs sure heâll help you remember him when the timeâs right. Youâre meant for each other after all.
He realized that the second he moved inâit was all by pure chance and yet it felt like the universe was telling him you were his person. Why else would things work out this way? Once he found you looking down at him from your window, he knew it was meant to be. You made his heart race at a time where he had just felt annoyed and then you kissed him so warmly, thereâs no way you two werenât supposed to find each other.
âYeah, Iâve been living there for over a year,â you said, already taking a step back like you were ready to go.
He smiled, âI just moved in a couple weeks ago.â
You nodded, âOh, thatâs nice. I'm Y/n L/n.â
Jungkook felt his chest tighten. He knew the two of you havenât interacted since then but he had really hoped you would have recognized him up close. He understands that it was a while ago and you were both drunk but he remembers everything about you. He still tried to smile even if he felt annoyed that you couldnât remember a single thing about him, âJungkook.â
You watched the way his gaze never left yours as you tried walking away, before you could go he said, âWell thanks for bringing this up to me Y/n, maybe Iâll see you around?â
In your eyes, you both knew of each other but it was simply for being neighbors and nothing more. Thereâs been too many times where your eyes have met from 40 feet off the ground through your windows. Thereâs no way you wouldnât at least remember each otherâs silhouette.
Yet you couldnât remember the first time you two met for the life of you. As far as you knew, this is the first time youâve ever seen him this close and you canât understand why youâre getting flustered.
âHave a good night, Jungkook,â You finally nodded your head in response to his words and with a small smile you made your leave. Jungkook watched you until you disappeared into the elevator. His heart was racing, he clutched the box tightly as a smile came to his face.
A light chuckle left his lips as he went into the apartment, setting the box down on his dining table. He just canât believe his plan worked. He timed your arrivals for days and when he knew you would be getting home soon he left his most recent package in front of your building. To be Frank, he thought it was stupid to assume you would think anything about it but he had hoped maybe you would confuse it with one you ordered. He had prayed that you would see it was his and maybe get a little curious of the name but you did even better than he imagined. You delivered it to him. After an hour of pacing back and forth in his living room he finally heard his ring camera notify him that someone was at his door and thatâs when his heart started to race.
He opens the door to see you up close for the first time ever. He wasnât watching you from his window or following you to the convenience store. He was actually seeing you face to face and you looked prettier than you did the night he met you. Thatâs the time he fell in love, it was truly love at first sight and he knows that you mustâve felt it too. You were so cute and caring and clumsy, and you kissed him like you never wanted to pull away.
If only you knew the horrible pain he felt after you left him that night. All he could say is his friends definitely didnât like the side of him that was shown following that day. He tried finding you on social media but with only your first name that had been so hard. When he saw you from your window he knew right away it was you and he swears heâs never felt so relieved to know he was seeing you again. Once again, the universe was sending signs of his soulmate.
It didnât take him long to try and find a way to know more about you after moving in. He spent days studying the apartment floor plans and by the fourth day he was following someone into your building and looking at the map picture on his phone, smiling because they were identical. He learned that because your apartments faced each other that it could help him find exactly what number you had and when he found it, he went straight to the mailing room. He found your apartment number and right there taped on the metal was your full name.
He canât believe that his patience seemed to have worked. You came right to him and he got to hear your pretty voice up close again. He smiled lovingly at the memory of your first kiss and how many more are to come, nose scrunching up like a bunnyâs as he finally began to tear into his package.
In the pocket of his black jeans his phone began to ring and he took it out to answer without sparing a single glance at the caller as he pressed it between his ear and shoulder, âHello?â
âKook, hey man, what are you doing right now?â Namjoon asked through the cell phone as his Uber came to a stop at a red light.
âJust at home,â Jungkook mumbled, not fully listening to his friend as he looked at the small security camera in his hand. His eyes moved to skim the instructions while Namjoon spoke up again.
âIâm meeting up with Yoongi for some drinks and I wanted to know if you wanted to join us,â Namjoon said before with a smile.
âUh, yeah, Iâm busy right now,â Jungkook said with dazed eyes that made it obvious that he was drifting off into his own world as he made his way through his closet to find some sort of adhesive tape. He even sounded like he was in a different reality.
Namjoonâs smile grew wider, âWith your girl?â
Jungkook opened his bedroom window and reached for his potted plant to move it out of his way. It took him a while to utter out a response, âSort of?â He stuck the black camera against the side of his black window box and put the potted plants back inside it so he could see what it looked like.
âI mean you can bring her along,â Namjoon said as his Uber stopped in front of the bar and he began to get out.
âMaybe,â Jungkook muttered under his breath as he concentrated on opening the app connected to the camera and typing in whatever he needed to to be able to access the footage.
âAlright call me later if youâre up for it.â
Jungkook barely hummed a goodbye as Namjoon hung up and finally got off speaker. He wasnât paying attention anyways.
He has two options now that his friend has called him with plans tonight.
One: He can go out and get drunk with his friends, probably go to some night club and suffer through some ugly drunk woman throwing herself at him while he pretends to be interested in anything she says.
Or.
Two: He can stay home tonight, dim the lights, play Tempest by Deftones and watch video footage of your bedroom that he now had thanks to the package you delivered to him.
He just has to go with option two.
You were ashamed to admit that you think you might have a little crush on your neighbor. He just felt so familiar. Nothing about him looked inviting, he seemed aloof and a bit mysterious but he pulled it off so wellâand with that charming smile of his⊠youâve never seen a girl over at his place but youâre sure thereâs dozens waiting for a chance with him.
Taehyung is the one to blame for this technically. Since the beginning heâs gotten it through your head that your neighbor must at least be curious about you to always look at you through the windows. You know that it could seem a bit creepy to know that but were you any better when you glance over and see him shirtless through his window? Itâs starting to really get to your head and the fact that he was very attractive made it hard for you to not get a little giddy just thinking about him being interested in you in the slightest. Youâre sure thatâs not the case but it wouldnât hurt to dream.
Also, you think the world is playing a sick joke on you or why else would he be standing in an aisle over in the same convenience store as you? The Baader-Meinhof phenomenon is to blame, now that youâve seen him up close itâs like youâre seeing him everywhere in the neighborhood.
Jungkook was the first to make a move, he closed the space between you as he headed down your aisle while you pretended to be stuck choosing between different snack foods. He couldnât help but smile at the way your eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, âY/n?â
âJungkook,â you greeted him as your eyes met.
âI thought it was you,â Jungkook said with a gentle smile as he switched the hand that was holding his shopping basket while looking down at yours, âDoing some grocery shopping?â
âKind of,â you mumbled, âIâm just buying a few things until I have time to shop this week, what about you?â
âSame,â Jungkook said as he looked at you, âHave any plans? Itâs the weekend.â
âI donât know, Iâll probably just be home until plans come calling,â you said with a soft laugh that made his heart beat a little faster. Heâs never heard your laugh before and he needs to hear it again.
âWell, can I come calling tonight?â Jungkook asked confidently, âLetâs get a drink later.â
âTonight?â You asked, making your way to the checkout line with him hot on your trail.
Listen, you are attracted to this stranger but youâre not so sure thereâs more to it than just that. Sure, you think heâs attractive and were just feeling giddy over him thinking the same about you butâŠ. you donât know. You just got out of a relationship a few weeks ago and you thought some time to yourself would be nice, yet you keep seeing this guy everywhere like some sort of destiny prank and itâs getting to your head. This is your problem, you tell yourself you want to enjoy being single but then you make up all these crazy excuses so that you could find yourself the next guy.
âAlright,â you finally said, walking toward the check out line. He smiled widely now, âPerfect, Iâll drive.â
âWhat time?â You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear as the cashier began to scan your items.
âIâm not sure yet, how about I text you?â Jungkook asked getting his phone out. You didnât think much of it as you gave him your number and he immediately called you to confirm but he smiled, âNow you have mine too. Want me to drive you home?â
âI have one more stop after here but thank you, Iâll see you tonight?â you told him shyly. You left after paying and with a goodbye.
Jungkookâs smile instantly dropped when he could no longer see you through the windows of the store. He barely made out the voice of the cashier telling him his total and he threw a crumpled up bill on the counter, ignoring her outstretched hand, and took his bags, turning to leave without his change or receipt.
He bumped into someone hard as he left the store but he never once stopped and headed straight down the street in the direction you left.
In the end Jungkook walked back to his work like he hadnât been gone for nearly an hour. When he checked the camera earlier he saw you getting dressed to leaveâand like the gentleman he was, he didnât stare too long. Of course he couldnât help but watch just a little bit and see the way you seemed to caress your legs as you slid on a long fitted black skirt covering your bare hips and lacy underwear. It made his heart race when you took your shirt off and he knew that it was time he stopped watching at least for a little. You grabbed your bag off the hook, filled your catâs bowl and headed out.
Heâs been studying up on your usual departures. You donât really go anywhere new, itâs usually a cycle of work, home, the store, and to meet your friends. Considering the time he had chosen and the area in which the two of you lived, all he had to do was wait around and see if he could find you walking somewhere on the sidewalk. When he finally did spot you walking toward the convenience store around the corner he practically ran right over.
Clearly heâs made all the right decisions to get to ask you on a date tonight. He wonât watch you this evening, heâll give you some privacy to dress pretty for him like heâs sure youâll do and itâll just be a nice surprise.
xxx-xxx-xxxx: how does 8pm sound? âjungkook
you: sounds good :)
jungkook: alright, Iâll wait outside for you
When you got home, you immediately got ready with a shower. You know it wasnât a date or anything but he was attractive and you would be going out so thereâs no way you could go dressed the way you were.
You finally had your curtains closed after beating yourself up for forgetting to do that before you left to the store and immediately thought about Taehyung getting you in trouble for it.
And apparently just the thought of your friend was enough to summon him to call you.
âHello?â You answered the FaceTime call, noting that there was a third person present.
âHello baby!â Hoseok shouted over enthusiastically as he gushed at you through the screen, âIâve missed you.â
âHi Hobi, are you back?â You asked as you set the phone up against the mirror while you touched up on your appearance.
âHe just got back and we want to get drunk, so are you coming over or what?â Taehyung asked as his eyes squinted, best friend senses tingling, âWhere are you going?â
âUm⊠you know, I have plans,â you said awkwardly making him look you up and down and what you wore.
âWith who?â
âUhâŠâ you scratched the back of your neck, âA guy?â
âYouâre cheating on me, you bitch?â Hoseok jokes, making you crack a smile. Hoseok was older but he was the funny one and for years now thereâs been a running joke between you two. He huffed, âYouâre not supposed to date. Weâre supposed to get married when we turn 30.â
âFirst of all, youâre damn near 30 already,â you rolled your eyes, âAnd our agreement was if we werenât engaged by then we would get married.â
âStop changing the subject. Whoâs the guy?â Taehyung asked with a small smirk that told you he already had an idea. You just had to tell him about your run in with the neighbor the other day. You didnât say anything because he already knew.
âAlright, alright, I get it. Go enjoy your black eyeliner boyfriend and weâll get drunk on our own.â
âWho are we talking about?â
Jungkook was not ashamed to admit he had been waiting for you since he got home. He did hurry and get dressed but he had been ready early on. When you texted him telling him you were coming down he nearly jumped out of his car to greet you and he felt an insane amount of butterflies in his stomach. You were dressed simply but at the same time it was clear to him that you put in the effort all for him. Your skirt hugged your curves perfectly and your shirt gave him a good idea of what was underneathâeven if heâs practically seen you nude through the windows. You reminded him of spring and it wasnât just because of the earthy tones you wore.
âYou look lovely,â Jungkook said as he placed a hand on your lower back assisting you into the passengerâs side of his black Porsche. You blushed at his words and took in the scent of his car. It smelled of his cologne but it wasnât overbearing like most colognes, it was familiar. Itâs soft yet masculine and exactly what you pictured he would use.
When he started the car up, a familiar song began to play, Something In the Way by Nirvana played lowly so it wasnât overwhelming for your ears. You smiled, âYou must like this kind of music a lot. I always see you in band teesâ
He smiled but his eyes drifted down to his hands that clutched the steering wheel tightly so they wouldnât shake with anxiety, âI do, itâs perfect for the gym.â
Jungkook was very pleased to know you took note of his interests, it meant that you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you. He can list off a lot of things heâs learned about you throughout the week. Just from your socials he can tell where youâve vacationed, cafes you frequent at, your favorite books or movies, etc.
From watching you through your windows he knows that you read a book on the window seat in your bedroom. You like to keep your green plants in the living room and your cat tends to pull off some leaves before running off when he sees you. He knows you can barely cookâheâs seen you running to turn off the fire alarm after you tried cooking. He knows that when youâre alone in your bedroom at night you like to listen to music loud and dance in front of the mirror when you think no oneâs watching. Heâs even seen you fight your cat over him eating another one of your plants. He knows all of this thanks to his cameras. He can keep his curtains closed to not raise suspicion but that doesnât mean he canât see you.
He thinks itâs kind of cute how oblivious you are, it works in his favor even now.
You knew he worked out just by looking at him but for the sake of conversation you asked, âHow often do you work out?â
âTwice.â
âA week?â
âA day,â Jungkook looked at you for a split second, âOnce in the morning and then usually after work too.â
âFuck, thatâs a lot,â you laughed softly, âI can see why youâre so toned.â
Jungkook bit his lip playing with his lip ring, âNice to know youâve noticed, but how? Youâve never seen me without a shirt, have you?â
He knows you have, heâs very purposely walked around shirtless for your viewing specifically. You released a nervous chuckle, âI mean⊠just from what I can see.â
âMm,â he hummed as he tried and failed to bite back a smile. He just couldnât help it. Youâre in his car on the way to a date with him. Heâs been dreaming about this night after all, imagining what it would be like to wake up next to you with you in his arms. Heâs dreamt about the way you laugh at his jokes, how your shampoo smells, what you look like fresh out the shower. It feels like all he does is think about you and he knows itâs because heâs found the one heâs supposed to spend the rest of his life with. Ever since that first night at the club he hasnât been able to stop thinking about you. Was that normal?
He knows he shouldnât put cameras up to spy on you or follow you around but he just wants to know where youâre going. He doesnât want something to happen to you and he has no way of knowing. If he could just know your every step heâs sure thatâll make him feel more at ease.
When he finally parked and the two of you got out of the car you could see where he brought you. You had expected it to be some loud night club or something but it was actually a seemingly quiet lounge bar. There werenât that many people here and the ones that were seemed to come from money and the dim lights with quiet soft rock music playing in the background told you this wasnât his first time here. It was an intimate environment filled with quiet conversations and sneaky touches. You found a high round table and with Jungkookâs help, you got on the high stool and watched him pull his chair closer to yoursâso close his thigh bumped into yours on occasion.
âWhat would you like to drink?â Jungkook asked with a hand on your thigh as if to get your attention. He seemed to fit into the environment better than you did. He switched out his normal band tee for a plain black fitted tee that quite literally hugged the ridges of his muscles, even with the dark color you could make out the shape of his bar nipple piercings. The shirt was tucked into a pair of blacks jeans with a leather belt that matched his signature leather bracelets that were on his wrists. The only things different were the silver chained bracelets and chunky rings that fit well with his tatted fingers and matched the silver chains around his neck and piercings in his ears. He had an intricate silver cross with small red jewels on a necklace and his hair had a slick look that made the waves and curls look wet.
He was quite literally breathtaking and unlike the guys you usually went for.
âSurprise me,â you said and he nodded leaving you alone with a pat on your thigh. In order to not look awkward by yourself, you checked your phone, half tempted to pull out your essential oils and roll on some lavender.
Some rock song played quietly in the background as people talked around you enjoying the dark and warm atmospheric of the lounge bar.
hobi: howâs the mystery gang
you: the who?
jiyoung: donât ever call us that shit again
taehyung: look who finally came out of the trenches
you: jiyounggggggg I missed u
jiyoung: y/nnnn I love u
jiyoung: are u coming to Taeâs?
hobi: y/nâs got a date with some stalker
you: WHO TOLD U THAT
taehyung: me and i was kidding
jiyoung: no u werenât
hobi: no u werenât
you: whatever. I gotta go
jiyoung: I hope u get laid
you: why is everyone saying that
taehyung: bc u need it <3
you: scatter. all of u
Jungkook came back with a cocktail for you and when he sat down his chair inched just a little closer to yours as he said, âSoâŠY/nâŠâ
âSo⊠JungkookâŠâ you said back to him and he swore he could hear his name fall from your lips for the rest of his life. He smiled, âTell me about yourself, what do you do for a living?â
You own a shop that just opened up a year ago, what you mostly sell are house plants and sometimes you take Armani with to bring customers in with his Prince-like featuresâthatâs what a review on your business page said anyway.
âI own a plant shop, you?â You asked shifting in your seat a bit when his thigh pressed against yours. With the way you were sitting facing each other, your legs were practically trapped between his. He licked his lips, âIâll give you a hint.â
You nodded waiting and finally he pointed to the smiley face on his fingers. Your brows scrunched together in concentration and he thought it was the cutest thing in the world making him scrunch his nose like a bunny with a smile and it completely betrayed his dark exterior. You bit your lip, âTattoos?â
âMhm,â he hummed as the hand with the tattoos found its way down to your thigh again, it looked huge on you and he held you like you would get up and run away from him, âSo tell me.â
You lifted a brow waiting and he smiled, âWhat kind of flowers do you get a girl that knows so much about them?â
You released a sigh in thought. He clearly meant you and if he didnât this would be embarrassing but you said, âPersonally I think Babyâs Breath. It could mean a lot of different things from undying love to pureness and freedom. Itâs simple yet pretty.â
He nodded seriously like he was really thinking about what you said, âNot a rose?â He had to figure out exactly what you like and dislike.
âToo clichĂ©,â you joked with a little laugh and he smiled, âI mean, Babyâs Breath are common too but I still think theyâre better.â
âI thought you would think theyâre romantic,â Jungkook said, thumb now softly caressing the side of your thigh. You shook your head no, âMaybe but I like the unexpected a little more.â
âUnexpected how?â He asked looking down at his hand and your leg curiously. He needs to know absolutely everything he can about you. Every second he spends with you the more he realizes heâs found the one. Thereâs no other way to describe what heâs felt for you since he first ever laid eyes on you.
You sighed, your index finger began to absentmindedly trace the rings on his fingers while he touched your thigh with the same hand, âI donât know, Iâm just tired of the same shit in relationships, yâknow what I mean? I want something new, exciting⊠maybe a little intense? I donât know, ignore me I might just sound crazy.â
You were speaking out of your ass and you knew it. Sure, you are sick and tired of the same assholes thinking they can just do whatever they want with you but youâre not in search of nothing new right now. You donât want a relationship at this moment, you just want to have fun, maybe hook up with someone and move on.
âYou donât,â Jungkook breathed out as he leaned just a little closer, taking a small whiff of your shampoo. You were actually a little surprised by his growing proximity but youâre beginning to realize just how attracted you might be to him after just one meeting. In a low whisper he sighed, âI want the same thing.â
Your eyes widened slightly as he dropped his head down so his forehead was against your collarbone and though usually you would be immediately turned off by a man this forward, his touch felt good.
âLooks like youâve dressed up for me Jungkook, Iâm used to seeing you in some black tee,â you said in hopes of easing some of this growing sexual tension but it was no use. Jungkookâs other hand had made its way into your hair making you look at him. He smiled, âDidnât know you were paying that much attention to me. How do you know how I dress on the regular?â
Yikes.
âUh, you know⊠our windows actuallyââ he cut you off with a soft laugh.
âY/n, Iâve got a confession.â
You looked at him with furrowed brows, confusion and curiosity evident on your face. His eyes never left yours as he bit his lip nervously, âWeâve met before.â
Jungkook studied your expression to see if maybe you were remembering a little but you just stared at him blankly, âBefore I moved in next door, we met at a club.â
A club? You asked yourself trying to find something in him that you mightâve missed and when it hit you your face flushed with embarrassment. You looked at him longer, pieces of your memory slowly coming back together and he sat there patiently.
You had been drunk, probably the drunkest you had been in a while.
You were mad and sad, maybe a little numb too.
You could barely see inside that place and couldnât remember most of your conversations. You only knew that you had kissed someone because Jiyoung told you but to know it was Jungkook? Now thatâs a huge coincidence.
âWow,â you said at a loss for words. The memory was coming back to you but you felt insanely guilty for not realizing it earlier. No wonder he stared at you all the time, âWhy didnât you say anything sooner?â
Jungkook released a light laugh, âBecause I was hoping you would remember on your own, we did kiss after all.â
You covered your face with your hand in embarrassment, âFuck, Iâm so sorry, I didnât even⊠wow, I knew you looked familiar.â
He smiled warmly, âItâs alright.â
âWhat a coincidence, honestly.â
âI know,â Jungkook said, âFunny isnât it? Itâs like the universe keeps throwing us together.â
You laughed at that, âI donât really believe in destiny but it is pretty interesting that all of a sudden we keep running into each other.â
His smile dropped and the hand he had in your hair became limp, âY/n, how could you not believe in destiny? How do you think youâll find your soulmate?â
âSoulmate?â You scoffed, unaware of the way his hands slowly withdrew from you, âJungkook, donât tell me you honestly believe in that soulmate bullshit? Do you think thereâs just one person in this whole wide world destined for you only?â
âI do.â
âBut how do you know who that person is?â You asked, switching places with him and combing your fingers through his hair which did seem to ease him a bit. His eyes were stone cold as he looked into yours, âYou just know.â
âWell I donât believe that,â you cleared your throat and looked away. The night has gone great but you donât care much for this conversation. It didnât take you long to notice the way he grew quiet and stared off like he was in his own world. You mustâve said something that upset him and in fear that you were already fucking up a seemingly good night out with your anti romantic antics, you curled a hand around his jaw and made him look up at you.
Jungkook was very visibly upset and you never knew a man could look so hurt over what you just said. He looked like a child who has just had his dreams crushed despite all the tattoos and piercings he wore. You smiled softly, âWhat do I have to say to get you to kiss me?â
You were being forward and a clear flirt and if Jungkook wasnât so upset with you he would have probably melted in his seat but all he could think about is how often youâve asked that to someone. He couldnât get past what you said because it was a lie.
Soulmates did exist and he has to prove it to you that youâre his. Why else would his skin grow numb with your touch?
He gave up on telling himself he wasnât happy right now and leaned closer again. Under the dim lights and music playing in the background it was hard not to feel this way in this atmosphere so he let his lips brush against yours while still debating. He had to be gentle.
Finally, without much debate, he pressed his lips against yours with a low whimper as you kissed him back. Jungkookâs nails dug into your thigh but not enough to hurt and with your hand on his jaw the two of you looked a bit too sexually charged for the lounge bar. It didnât stop you from letting your tongue meet his as he took ownership of your mouth and nearly yanked your chair closer. Your hands landed on his chest for support but he only kissed you harder this time.
A sudden noise at your table made you jump back, biting his lip softly and it only made him groan in pleasure, chasing after your lips as you attempted to draw back. Your eyes opened watching the hostess carried your empty glasses away and you know she did that to make sure the two of you kept it PG and with a sense of embarrassment, you pulled away. Jungkook didnât catch on or care as he began to kiss along your jaw if he couldnât kiss your lips. Your mouth fell open when he nipped on your earlobe and you shyly glanced around the lounge praying nobody was watching.
âJungkook,â you patted his shoulder to get him to move back but he only kissed further down, nearly at your exposed cleavage. Feeling flustered, you yanked at his hair in hopes that would get him to listen and it did but there was no denying that lust filled gaze in his eyes as he tugged his lip piercing between his teeth.
Heâs nearly forgotten how fucking rude you were to him and his beliefs.
âHm,â he hummed, searching your face for any sign that you wanted him to kiss you again.
âI think we should watch what we do in public,â you whispered shyly.
He licked his lips, âShould we get out of here then?â
You took yourself by surprise when you nodded your head despite knowing exactly what he meant by that. You wouldnât usually do anythingânot even a kissâon the first meeting but right now you canât deny that he seems to be hungry for you and though you donât know why, you want him anyway.
It was all it took for him to grab you by the hand and help you off the high chair.
In the car you couldnât keep your hands off each other, just trying to get Jungkook to drive off already was difficult with the way the two of you made out in his tinted car. He was half tempted to direct you over his lap and just do it in the car but that was just him being impatient. He needed to feel and see all of you, so with a low displeased grunt he pulled back ignoring the line of drool that connected your lips together as you drew back. Jungkookâs mouth was swollen and covered in lip gloss that he licked off as he started his car.
Just before taking off he made sure to lean across the middle console for one last kiss.
Now that youâve kissed him youâre ashamed to admit how clear you remember the night of the club now. He really was the same guy and itâs shitty to say you only remember now that heâs told you.
Jungkook drove the familiar route to your shared apartment complex but instead of going to building five, he went to building six where his apartment was. He led you up an identical pair of stairs to an identical elevator and up an identical floor. He hurried to unlock his door looking behind him as if to make sure you were still around and as the door opened a large, skinny black dog came running over. Jungkook shushed him gently, flashing you a shy smile that youâve never seen before, âI have to take him out real quick, down the hall to the right is my room.â
You nodded in understanding as you watched him leave with the dog and you followed directions. You were just a little tipsy but not like the first night you kissed. You could still see things clearly and you were very aware that you were about to have sex with a guy on the first date. A guy you lived across from at thatâone you drunkenly kissed without knowing it. This was a new you and something youâve never done but it didnât stop you from looking around his bedroom finding it fitting.
He had a large king sized bed pushed against the black wall of band posters and Vinyls. His bedsheets were black silk and his headboard was a deep red velvet. Aside from the posters he had black and white sketches of various dark things from moths to skulls and even a few dead roses. He had a couple weights laying around and it was overall a clean and tidy room just a little darker than you expected. Even the large mirror he had over his headboard had a black wooden frame with engravings of vines and flowers on it. It was huge too and you could see the entire room from that angle. The room was dimly lit too with the light switch only turning on two lamps in the corners of the room and it gave it a warm and dark feel. To be honest⊠his bedroom was as hot as he was, just imagining the things he could do to you in these silk sheets was enough for you to clench your thighs shut.
In the background some music started playing from a different room letting you know Jungkook was back.
Mascara by Deftones played in the back as Jungkook returned to you, standing behind you in the mirror and you watched as his tattooed arm came around your waist to the front of your stomach while he pressed you into his chest. He rested his chin on your shoulder, âYouâre so fucking pretty.â
You smiled shyly as he began to leave soft kisses along your neck, his ringed fingers coming up to push your hair out of his way and you felt your breath hitch when his teeth nipped at your earlobe. Turning your head to face him, you pressed your lips against his and he met you with an open mouth kiss letting the hand on your stomach slip under your fitted forest green long sleeve top, it must be your favorite color, he realized. You had chosen to go brakes underneath and he noticed right away but like a gentleman he forced himself not to stare. Now heâs free to feel up your soft stomach and bunch up the shirt to feel your breasts in his hands.
He was quite literally feeling you up for your own viewing with the way the two of you stood in front of the window. Your breath hitched when his cold fingertips brushed along your exposed nipples, teasing you as you made out out and you felt your body slowly turning to mush in his hands. You wore this black silky skirt with velvet black flowers on and it was short but flowy so it gave his other hand easy access to the expanse of your thighs and you felt like you were being manhandled in the most gentle way.
His tattooed hand disappeared under your skirt and you felt his teasing touch along your thighs but avoiding the space between your legs as his other hand punched your nipple making you whine into his mouth. This was all a bit bizarre but you could hear your friends now cheering you on for getting laid by the hot guy next door.
You blame the fact that you havenât had sex in a while by how aroused you were and how easy it was for him to push you forward until you were crawling onto his silk sheets ready to turn on your back but you couldnât. Jungkook pushed you face down onto his bed and he crawled over you kissing your neck as he grabbed at the hem of your skirt and pulled it down. He had already pulled your shirt up to reveal your breasts and now he was yanking your underwear down too until he threw it along with the skirt on the floor. You gasped as he maneuvered your body to his liking, tits pressed against the sheets while lifting your hips so your bare butt was in the air.
Jungkook was trying to take his time but you just looked so ready for his touch too and all the little whimpers in surprise by the way he held you was too much for him to remain calm. He had so much he wanted to do to you.
His fingers trembled as he ran them along your naked backside and spine, kissing whatever he touched until finally he was kissing your lower back, hands finally finding your hips and dropping down to the space between your legs. You had to clench the silk in your hands to keep yourself from squirming in anticipation, unable to help yourself from gasping, âJungkook.â
The sound of his name falling from your lips had him greedily diving forward letting his tongue out and licking the first swipe along your folds catching you by surprise. With a low growl in frustration, he pinched your hips and dragged them back until he was able to fully press his face into your wet heat that had his eyes rolling back knowing heâs the one whoâs made you like this in such a short time.
The last Deftones song ended and a new one began but it went completely unnoticed by the two of you as he began to let his eagerness show with the way he ate you out from behind.
He wanted to be buried in your perfect cunt until he could barely breathe. If he ran out of breath, if he fucking suffocated, he would die a happy man knowing heâs found the one meant for him and that heâs able to pleasure you to the point where your thighs already began to shake. You dug your face into the bed to hide your moans and he only took that as a challenge to make you be louder to the point where you canât hide it.
âOh fuck,â you moaned softly unable to hold yourself back.You were so fucking wet. Your slick was all over his chin and his nose as he found your clit with ease. You were moaning loudly now, grinding into his face with enough force to make him dizzy. His nails were digging into your soft thighs, not once bothering to pull away for air. . Anyone nearby could listen to the feral sound he was able to rouse from his mouth despite being buried in that sweet, sweet cunt, he did not care. He was going to make you beg for him harder.
"Fuck," your head turned to the side, cheek pressed into the sheets as if you could get a look at him from the back, "Please," he heard you whisper, desperation spilling from your tone. Breathless moans and a few choice curse words followed before he felt you become restless, close to orgasm and trying to push him away before the pleasure became overwhelming. Even if this was his first time with you, he knew how bad you wanted it so he didnât move back, choosing instead to lap at your slick folds feeling your walls try and tighten around his tongue, "Yes, fuck, right there, baby. Don't stop."
The term of endearment was enough to make him moan into your pussy but he wonât stop. Not until his cock was buried tightly between your walls feeling you come undone around him like he'd been craving for since he met you. Alternating between sucking on your clit and quickly lapping his tongue against it, Jungkook could feel your body begin to tremble and it only made his hold on your hips tighten to keep you in place. Your hips began to turn into his face failing miserably and getting him off and instead of saying to stop, you said, âS-so close.â.
His tongue lapped at your folds creating a squelching sound, your hips rutting against his face. He sucked on your clit, tongue hitting the tip with each swivel as the hand on your hip was suddenly pinching. A low growl vibrated between your walls as he ate you from behind and your eyes burned with the need to keep them open, your hand hit the bed feeling yourself become restless and before you could say anything your walls were breaking. Jungkook never once slowed down, licking and sucking away your release as your legs shook and gave out yet he held your hips up to his face until he was satisfied.
Jungkook tried easing you down from your first orgasm of the night and when he finally sat back all he could see as he looked down was your pretty body facing down on his bed where you belonged. He licked his lips, hand barely grazing over his hardened member which still stayed confined in his black jeans and with a soft caress over your butt he whispered, âGive me a second, baby.â
You barely nodded, unable to move as he left the bed in search of his master bathroom. He began to rummage through his drawers praying to the universe that he had just one condom. It had been so long since he last had sex and though he would love to feel all of you during your first time, he also knew he had to be safe. He was too worked up right now to remind himself to pull out so he had to find some sort of protection. He created so much noise in his hurry and when he found one he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
When he came back out to his bedroom you had rid yourself of your shirt from being overheated but you still laid face down trying to keep cool. He smiled warmly as he pulled at the neckline of his long sleeve till it was off his head and checked it to the ground leaving his chains on. Next to come off was his black belt that hit the floor with a heavy thud along with his black jeans and white Calvin Kleins. He tore into the package of the condom rolling it on swiftly as he slowly stroked himself to the sight of you, unable to stop his tattooed hand from running along his own abs to his nipples where the piercings had turned them sensitive. He pressed a knee to the bed, cock in hand as he lined himself behind you, not pushing in but angling your hips how he wanted them and let his dick thrust between your fold teasingly. You released a surprised whimper that had him smiling and he found himself lying over you just enough but not hard enough to crush you.
With his free hand he brushes your hair off your back and shoulder, moving it to one side so he can see your pretty face, âYou ready, baby?â It was his turn to call you that and it sounded so perfect falling from his gorgeous lips. You nodded your head shyly, hips already withering with the way his cock teased your entrance but never went in.
He smiled lovingly, âWords, love.â
âYes,â you moaned as his tip began to press into your opening, âFuck, need you inside.â
Jungkook bit his piercing as he nodded, pulling back just enough to guide his cock into your wet pussy. You both released a silent moan as he began to stretch you open with his thick dick. His tattooed arm came to your lower back for support as he stopped himself from thrusting all the way in but he couldnât take it. He needed you to feel all of him, so he pressed a little more, other hand holding up your hips to fuck you from behind. When you finally began to fuck yourself on his cock, he knew you were ready and with the same hand he had on your back, he wrapped it around your waist until he was pulling up your seemingly limp body to his chest.
"Want me to do all the work while you just lay there, huh baby?" His hand slid between your breasts to grab at your throat forcing your jaw to stay open making you moan.
You shook your head no as you arched your back off of him so you could fuck yourself on his cock but with the arm loosely around your throat it was hard to move more. His brows scrunched together in pleasure when your wetness created such a soft glide into your warm pussy that he couldnât help but sneak his other hand down your front too and touch your clit. Your head lolled to the side as he began to leave harsh love bites on your neck and through dazed eyes you found your gaze shifting back to the black mirror that hung over his headboard and when he found where your attention had gone to, he looked at himself too.
It was erotic the way the two of you fucked in his black and red room with sultry rock music playing in the background and your slutty body being pinched at by his rough hands while he impaled you with his cock. You havenât even had a chance to fully devour the sight of his body, he was so focused on eating you out and getting right to fucking you.
But you loved it. You loved having his hand around your throat. You loved the rough pace he was setting. You loved the animalistic way he'd dropped down to his knees and ate you out like your pussy was his last meal. You loved the way this stranger who wasnât much of a stranger fucked you roughly yet so gentle and loving, making you feel so good. You were close again and he was too. His free hand flew down to your pubic bone pushing you back onto his cock until he was buried to the hilt and kept himself there breathing heavily. His eyes squeezed shut feeling you shake with a loud moan that he had to cover your mouth with his other hand to block. He turned your face over by your jaw smashing his lips onto yours feeling your body tremble with release that he had to giggle.
You came so easily each time and he was nowhere near done with you even as your body became mush in his hands. Jungkook found himself struggling to breathe as your walls tightened around him feeling your release dribble down his cock to his balls and with a quiet grunt, he came in the condom hugging you to his chest as you both fell onto the bed with him on top of you.
When he was able to catch his breath better he took the condom off and collapsed down at your side, staring up at the ceiling and you finally had a chance to see him in all his naked glory. The piercings he wore on his nipples were silver barbells and you couldnât help but stare at the way his chest rose and fell with every shaky breath he released. Your eyes trailed down his body toward his dick which rested against his stomach still hard. Jungkook could feel you watching him, he took your hand in his, bringing it toward his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
Unable to help yourself you pulled yourself up, a leg thrown over his thigh and you kissed him. Jungkookâs breath hitched as he moved his mouth against yours, feeling your tongue swipe over his lip ring tugging on it softly.
You placed a palm on his chest, fingertip just millimeters away from his right nipple and you touched the bar. He brought a hand around your neck keeping you in place to make out while feeling your finger do right circles around his bud, moving the bar gently. Jungkook couldnât do anything about the way his dick hardened once more, thrilled to know you wanted to keep going.
Heâs had sex many times yet nothing has ever felt as good as what you two just did and if you want to do it again then that means you feel the same. You need him just as bad.
A low groan left his lips as you attempted to pull away and he only let you when you very lightly tugged on the metal bar, you kissed down his neck and collarbone. Jungkook licked his swollen red lips as he stared blankly at the ceiling trying not to get too eager but he really did not want to cum so quickly again. Your lips wrapped around his left nipple immediately drawing out a moan from him when your tongues licked over the cold metal. He took a hold of your free hand and couldnât help but bring it down to his hard cock.
"Fuck," he groaned when your hand tightened around his fist forcing the grip on his cock to squeeze in an upward stroke, he was fucking himself with your hand as you sucked and tugged on his nipples. He licked his dry lips, "I want to fuck you so bad."
He received no response but that didnât stop him from letting out any noise he wanted to, almost louder than the rock music outside. He licked his lips, biting back a groan as you left a sloppy open mouth kisses against his skin, tongue soothing any sting your teeth left when they nipped him. Your tongue circled around his nipple again while taking over stroking his cock as his fist flew to his mouth to hide loud moans.
Earlier Jungkook asked if you wanted him to do all that work and honestly, thatâs how you preferred it. You didnât like having to do much work during sex but Jungkook made you just want to keep going. Itâs like he was pulling you in by just being himself.
His legs shook when your hand released his dick to go massage his balls, feeling your grip pull on his flesh making him wince in pleasure. Deciding he couldnât take not doing anything, his fingers found their way into your hair by the back of your neck, and though he tried not to do it too harshly, pulled you off of him.
âGet on top,â he said with a deep raspy voice that went straight down between your legs but you shook your hand.
You wanted to feel the weight of him in your mouth but you also wanted to feel him inside of you again. You looked at him, âIâm on the pill.â
âGood,â Jungkook said as he helped you move to straddle his hips, âBecause Iâm out of condoms.â
He needs to remind himself that if heâs going to be with you he needs to buy more. That one had just been sitting in his drawer and heâs really sure how long but it wasnât expired yet. He also knew he hasnât had any sex in a few months now and he had no reason for any but now he has you. Now he has to think about you and he swears he will but you donât seem to mind the way he lines you up with his pointed cock and slowly brings your hips down.
âOh my god,â you sighed as you sank down with ease and let yourself get readjusted and comfortable with the stimulation again. Usually itâs hard for a guy to make you cum but Jungkook did so easily and heâs already on his way to bring a third out of you. A third. Youâve only brought him to one yet he doesnât seem to mind, more eager to fuck you with his cock to care.
âFucking hell," he said moaning as he fucked into you, with a concentrated face watching the way your hips gyrated. Your nails clawed at his chest and accidentally tugged at his piercing a little too harshly and you immediately went to apologize at the sudden grunt that fell from his lips but went quiet when Jungkook sat up and turned you onto your back underneath him. The second he was on top and more in control the pace picked up. You could feel him begin to leave love bites on your chest but the tipping point was when he sucked on your nipple as your body bounced off the bed with each thrust. After all the abuse you did on his piercings he was tired and horny and ready to blow his load and he needed you there too.
This time youâre very aware of how crazy youâre about to sound. You donât know Jungkook. Youâve kissed him as a stranger and now youâre sleeping with him as one but⊠but he wants more. He wants romance and you can just tell by the way he talks to you. For some reason thatâs making it a lot easier for you to give him affection back and more willing to let him be with you. You werenât thinking clearly though when you said, âCum inside.â
Jungkookâs gaze darkened as he groped your breasts looking you in the eye and never once stopping his thrusts, âReally?â
âYes.â
Jungkook crashed his mouth against yours holding you tighter and thatâs when it hit you. You scratched along his back whining as you came around him. Jungkook practically hugged your body to his as his legs nearly gave out with his release.
You were sweaty and hot gasping for breath as he pulled out with much disappointment. He looked down at your naked body feeling all sorts of things he couldnât understand but knew they were good. Just look at how fucked out you are. He wanted to go again but he knows for a fact how bad of an idea that was.
Right now it was in the heat of the moment to not use protection and a bad idea to do it again so he but his tongue and ran a gentle hand along your calf, âYou okay?â
âBathroom?â You asked ready to clean yourself and he pointed it out watching you leave. He fell back on his bed with a huge grin feeling at an all time high, unable to stay still as he shot up and found a towel to clean himself with in bed. When you came back out you didnât even hesitate to crawl into his oleen arms tiredly.
âSorry for earlier,â you said softly as you pointed at his red nipple. You had tugged a little too hard on accident and thought it brought him pain it also gave him extreme pleasure. He just smiled hugging you to his side, âI kinda liked it.â
You laughed with him, âDid they hurt?â
âMm,â Jungkook looked up in thought. He couldnât help but think about how much you two looked like a couple enjoying their company after making love, âWant me to tell you the truth or what will make me sound cooler?â
âBoth,â you said, making him chuckle.
âAlright⊠I didnât feel shit,â he shrugged nonchalantly, âBut the second one also hurt so fucking bad it almost brought this grown man to tears.â
You laughed at his honesty making yourself more comfortable against him, âWhyâd you get all these tattoos and piercings then?â
âSo a pretty girl like you could ask me why,â he said teasingly and smiled when you rolled your eyes, âAnd because I thought they would make me look badass.â
âThey do,â you laughed, daring to close your eyes and the way he let your hair was enough to have you falling asleep. You slept for a short moment, very short that had been cut short by a loud dog barking by the door. Jungkook groaned as he shouted out for Bam as you sat up looking dazed and confused.
Jungkook hurried to turn off the music and apologize to Bam for being so loud before practically running to you. He fell back into his bed quickly hoping to go back to sleep with you but it was too late. You didnât mean to fall asleep and now look at the time. In hopes of distracting you, he leant forward and kissed you.
âI have to go,â you sighed against his lips as he kissed you again. It didnât even seem like he heard you so you pushed at his face gently to get him to back up as you repeated, âI have to go.â
His eyebrows scrunched together as he used the small grip in your hair to hold you away from him, âWhy?â
âArmaniâs been alone for hours,â you said with a sigh and nothing in your voice sounded like you werenât serious. He let you sit up but he quickly followed, âWho?â
âMy cat,â you clarified as you looked around for your clothes. A scoff left his lips as he scratched his head, ruffling up his sex hair even more, âYouâre leaving me for a cat?â
His eyes shifted to the alarm clock on his nightstand, âItâs past midnight.â
That made you laugh, âJungkook, Iâm just next door, besides if I donât get home now Amarni will destroy my pillows again, trust me. Heâs crazy.â
You ran your hand along his chest, half tempted to brush a finger over his piercing to see if he would suck in a breath like he did before.
Jungkook huffed in annoyance as he got up and slipped on the closest pair of pants he could find and threw on an old t-shirt. You looked at him, but he just scruffed up his hair again, still slightly dazed from the good fuck you two just had. He yawned, âIâll walk you back then.â
You didnât argue as he followed you out of his apartment and you really did feel a bit flustered doing this but you had to. You really werenât lying about Armani, heâs a cat who likes routine and you told him you would be coming home tonight. If he notices that you might not be back heâll act like a total brat and scratch up your pillows like last time. Plus, if you left then you wouldnât have to worry about being kicked out and forced to take the walk of shame in the morning.
You stood in front of your apartment door with Jungkook right there in front of you. You leaned against your door for a second as you looked back at him, âIâm sorry.â
âHm,â he trailed off, taking a step closer to you until one arm was around your waist and a hand was on your neck, âWhen can I see you again?â It was very obvious that leaving you was the last thing he wanted to do. You bit your bottom lip with raised brows, a bit in shock that he wanted to see you again. Despite how great tonight was, Jungkooked pegged you as a womanizer. Why would he want to see you again?
âI donât know, Iâm sort of busy these next couple of days.â Once again, it was not a lie. You had plans with your friends tomorrow and youâll be busy with work.
Jungkookâs eyes narrowed and before he could stop himself, he asked, âAre you lying to me?â
Youâre leaving his bed for a fucking cat and now youâre telling him youâll be too busy to see him? What bullshit lie was that? Did you not want to see him again after tonight? Do you think heâs going to let you give up that easily?
The question was unexpected but he spoke to you in his usual gentle and deep tone that you were a little confused to answer.
âNo, Iâve got plans tomorrow and Iâll be working all day this week,â you said with narrowed eyes, âWhy would I lie to you?â
Jungkook smiled softly now as if he hadnât looked so serious seconds ago, âYouâre right, Iâm sorry I guess it didnât make sense to me at first. Iâm feeling tired.â
He acted strangely and youâre beginning to pick up on that a little bit but that only caught your interest more, like you wanted to know what his deal was. Why is a seemingly charming and good looking man single? Youâre sure he gets hit on all the time and he might enjoy it even if heâs planning to sleep with you. What was his deal?
You placed a hand on the back of his neck and without much effort, reached up to capture his lips with yours. He didnât put up a fight at all, choosing instead to focus on your tender affection, reminiscent of the night youâve just spent together. He could stay like this for the rest of the night if you let him.
You told yourself over and over again that you werenât going to get caught up on a guy again and yet here you are making out with this guy who you kissed right after a break up weeks ago all over again. Was this even what you wanted?
You gave him a wary smile, âIâll call you?â
Music played loudly in the dimly lit studio and all you heard was the sound of tattoo guns buzzing away.
Rosemary by Deftones filled the black room as Jungkook bit his lip ring in concentration, not bothering to turn at the sound of the front door opening and closing. Namjoon and Yoongi walked into the tattoo parlor that was covered from floor to ceiling in artwork and pictures Jungkook did.
Jungkook was dressed in all black with his tatted hands hidden away by black latex gloves. He had his hair tied back and out of his face so he can work better and his black chunky boots tapped against the floor to the best of the music every now and then when he hummed to himself.
âYou almost done?â Namjoon asked as he looked at what he was working on right now. His client sat in the chair with her neck tilted to the side as he did a shaded tattoo behind her ear. The girl was hot, dyed black hair, tattoos, piercings and quite literally the female version of Jungkook yet he didnât so much as smile whenever she tried to clearly hit on him.
âAlmost,â Jungkook said as he used a hand wipe to clean off excess ink. He tilted his head in thought as he looked it over, âActually, yeah I am. Take a look in the mirror.â
He wheeled his chair back as he pulled off his gloves and looked at his friends, âWhat are you guys doing here?â
He took his vape out of his pocket and hit it right there in front of them as he waited for the chick to come back and tell him what she thinks about it. Yoongi sat in the unused tattoo chair, âLetâs get some drinks.â
âAlright,â Jungkook said simply. The two looked at each other in confusion as Jungkook told the girl how much it was and tucked the cash into his pocket. They thought it would have taken more to convince him like it usually did. As he finished up with the client he had a little smile on his face and was humming along to whatever song was playing off his phone.
âThat was easy,â Namjoon pointed out.
âIâm done for the day anyway,â Jungkook shrugged.
He closed the shop and went to the back where his things were. Yoongi and Namjoon waited out front by the counter, taking in the sight of Jungkookâs tattoo parlor. It wasnât big by any means but he got a lot of business. The room looked exactly like something Jungkook would decorate and he gets a lot of clients every day. It probably helps that clients tell their friends about him and they come too, looking to get a tattoo from him. Itâs not a surprise that most of his clients are women.
Yoongi looked slightly bored waiting for Jungkook to finish and he found himself skimming all the papers on Jungkookâs counter. His brows furrowed as he picked up a small slip of paper and let his eyes widen as he read it. It was receipts from a few floral shops,
An order of 20 bouquets of Baby Breathâs flowers.
He tapped Namjoon on the shoulder until he had his attention and showed him the paper.
When Jungkook came out, he found himself asking, âWhatâs up with all these flowers?â
The smile on Jungkookâs face seemed to tighten as he took the paper out of their hands, âDonât worry about it.â
âIs it for the chick youâre seeing? Thatâs a bit extreme donât you think?â Namjoon asked with a chuckle as the three left the studio letting Jungkook lock it up. He didnât say anything for a second.
It wasnât extreme.
It was romantic?
You worked as a florist. You liked flowers, you liked Baby Breath flowers and he looked up what they meant.
Undying love.
Thatâs what he felt for you and he wanted to give you a gift youâll enjoy. Did he maybe go too far? Yeah, but you wonât be upset. You canât be.
âWait, how did I not know youâre seeing someone?â Yoongi asked.
âI didnât know for a while either,â Namjoon told him, âJungkook show him a picture.â
âAlright,â Jungkook said as he exited out of the app he was currently on to go through his camera roll. He got in the backseat of Yoongiâs car, scrolling through his pictures until he found one. A smile came to his face as he took a second to admire you.
He took this picture last night. You couldnât see much because the lights were off but after the two of you made love you had fallen asleep. It was right before you jolted awake remembering your stupid cat but he got a picture of you sleeping soundly against him. Your hair framed your face perfectly and you looked so peaceful and at home in his arms that he needed a picture to remember the first night together. It was also the first photo he took of you up close.
âShit, hang this up in a museum,â Yoongi joked because it really was a nice picture, âHow long have you been together?â
âA while.â
When they got to the bar it was already packed with sweaty bodies that made Jungkook cringe whenever someone bumped into him. They got their drinks and went to a table, âSo how did the two of you meet?â
âY/n lives next door,â Jungkook said as he tilted his phone a bit so they couldnât see the way he switched to another app. He typed in his password and went straight to the video footage. He just had to know if you were home yet.
âDamn, you just moved there too, howâd you pull someone that fast?â Yoongi laughed because they didnât know that Jungkook just started talking to you a couple days ago. To them, Jungkook and you have been dating for a few weeks now.
âWe met a little before that,â His brows knitted together as he looked at the footage. Your curtains were drawn so he couldnât see in and he canât tell if youâre home or not. He immediately went to text you.
jungkook: are you home yet? :)
Youâll be honest, you saw Jungkookâs text but you couldnât bring it in yourself to answer. You have been texting with Jungkook nonstop since that Friday night where he fucked you so good that you woke up with bruises on your hips and left scratch marks along his back that he generously decided to show you a picture of over text.
Youâre not sure what to think about him either. Friday night was fun, you got drinks and got to know him better, he treated you right and aside from that strange conversation about destiny the night went perfect. He took you back to his place where you quite literally had the best sex youâve had in a while and he didnât ghost you right after. Hell, he made you not want to leave but you did anyway.
Today youâve been texting on and off and it was all your fault. He responds so quickly but you get busy or forget to respond until he sends another like right now. The last text he sent was asking what time you got off but you had been dealing with delivery orders so you never responded. You had completely forgotten about it until you were in the elevator to your building heading home. Your friend Jiyoung was right behind you, ready to nap on your couch but you werenât paying attention to her anymore.
You were so focused on your phone that you nearly missed the sight before you as you walked down the hall to your apartment. Your expression changed to that of confusion as you stopped a few feet away from your door. You couldnât even get to it with the line of bouquets scattered across the entrance. Some lined the walls, some bunched up in front of your door, some had cards in them.
âWhat the fuck?â Jiyoung asked as she counted them, âWho did this?â
Without much debate, you bent down and took a card in your hands, flipping it open to read:
âFor my undying love.â
You couldnât do anything but blink in surprise. What did this mean?
âLetâs get them inside,â you said with a sigh as you unlocked your front door and urged your friend to help you put them in. It took a few back and forth trips for the both of you but once you scattered them all in your apartment it was very overwhelming.
âThis is crazy,â Jiyoung said even as she laughed, âYouâve got an admirer? Is that guy from the other night?â
âUm,â you bit your lip, confused and a little thrown off by this, âGive me a second.â
Jiyoung waved you off as she threw herself on your couch and moved a vase off the coffee table so she had an unobstructed view of your tv. You went straight to your bedroom already pulling up Jungkookâs contact information and dialing.
âAre you home?â
âI am,â you said as you took in your bedroom and itâs lack of flowers, âIt was you, right?â
âWhat?â Jungkook asked over the loud music. He could barely hear you and without another word he was getting up to find somewhere quieter. He ended up in the hall that led toward the restrooms where the music was a bit drowned out.
âThe flowers, was it you?â
His smile seemed to drop, âWhy? Were you hoping for someone else?â
âNo,â you told him, âI justâŠâ
âYou donât like them? I thought they were your favorite,â he said with a boyish smile, proud of himself. He watched some drunk girls stumble past him with disgust.
âThey are my favorite,â you said, âUh, thank you but how'd you find a place that had this many Babyâs Breath?â
âOh! I had to call up a few different places,â Jungkook said, âAnd obviously I couldnât call you because that would ruin the surpriseâHey! Now that youâre home, should I come over?â
âOh um, I have some friends over, remember?â You asked him shyly. You could hear him take a deep breath but youâre not sure if that meant anything or not.
Who did you have over? Was it that same guy heâs seen before? What was going on between you two anyway?
Some girl bumped into him and he turned to her with a glare, almost forgetting that he had you on the phone. She smiled at him like that would make things better but he was starting to get annoyed. It wasnât her fault but that didnât change the fact that her touching him just bothered him. He turned away to talk to you again. He forced his voice to sound light, âI remember, youâre busy.â
âSorry,â you apologized gnawing on your bottom lip, âHow about tomorrow?â
He smiled, âTomorrow? Iâm down.â
âOkay letâs meet then but I have to go now.â
Jungkook said his goodbye and stood in the dark hall in thought. He had to find a way to get a camera in your house. He canât see much just from the window and he needs to know who you invite over when heâs not around.
âExcuse me.â
He turned back to the drunk that hadnât left yet despite his efforts to ignore her presence. She smiled at him sweetly like that would make him swoon but he was mad and it wouldnât work. You were too busy for him but not your friends?
âWhat?â He asked, already trying to walk back to his friends.
âYou look familiar, have we met before?â She asked, following after him and he turned looking at her from head to toe and it made her blush.
âDefinitely not.â He was leaving again until a small hand wrapped around his bicep and with an annoyed look he looked back at her. His patience was running thin.
âWell, uh, here then,â she pushed a paper into his hands finally releasing her hold on his bicep. He looked down at the line of paper that she clearly got from the restroom with a number scribbled on it in a rush.
His eyes shifted back to hers and instead of running off shyly she held his gaze with a confident smile. The paper sat in his open palm and without tearing his gaze away from her he made a fist crumpling the paper in his hold and just like that, he threw it on the floor, âWhat makes you think I would be interested in you?â
He even had the nerve to laugh when she looked taken back. He left without another word and went back to his friends.
âWho was that on the phone?â Yoongi asked when he sat back down. He smiled that bunny smile, âY/n.â
âWhatâd she think about the flowers?â Namjoon asked curiously.
âShe loved them,â Jungkook cleared his throat, âI think.â
And youâll love the tattoo just behind his ear too.
âI canât help but think you look a little tense, Kook.â
Jungkook ignored his friend as he delivered another hit to the punching bag with a low grunt. Make Me Bad by Korn played loudly in the empty training room. He ignored Seokjin as he continued to hit the punching bag. Jin released a sigh as he sat back and watched his friend release whatever stress he felt.
âSheâs avoiding me,â Jungkook said to himself as he hit the bag hard. Jin wasnât fully listening anymore but Jungkook didnât seem to care as he went on, âSheâs lying to me.â
âSheâs fucking lying to me,â he hit the 200lb punching bag hard enough to make it move back from the bar and farther away from him.
âWho the fuck are you talking about?â Jin asked, watching Jungkook throw off his waistband and gloves. His nose was running from how hard he was working out and his heart pumped with adrenaline. He sniffled as he pushed back his sweaty curls, âY/n. She hasnât texted me back in over an hour.â
âSheâs probably busy,â Jin said, watching Jungkook lift his shirt up to wipe at his forehead.
âSheâs not,â Jungkook said with a tensed jaw, âI know exactly what sheâs doing.â
Just before he came to train with Jin he looked at his camera. You had the windows open today and you had people over. He doesnât care if you invite people over but two guys?
Two guys?
Wasnât he enough?
One of those guys was over all the fucking time and that pissed him off. How could he be sure youâre not messing around with one of them behind his back?
Jin wasnât as close to Jungkook as the other two. They were friends and hung out often but heâs not as caught up with Jungkook and his antics as the others. To him, Jungkook was just hoping to be with his girlfriend, so he sighed and said, âSo go over and see what sheâs up to.â
Jungkook didnât quite hear his friend with his loud thoughts drumming in his ears so he turned to him with dark eyes, âYou think sheâs cheating on me?â
âOnly one way to find out,â Jin said with a smirk, unaware of how far Jungkook will go to know. He watched his friendâs mind run rampant but he just sat back comfortably. Jungkook was just a concerned boyfriend after all. He didnât think deeply about his comment, he assumed maybe Jungkook would just tell him to fuck off but he really did look pissed.
When they finished their training, Jungkook rushed over to his place to wash off his work out. He practically ran next door jumping steps to go to you and when he knocked on your door, he couldnât help but look upset when another man opened it.
It took a second for Taehyung to recognize him, heâs never seen him up close before but when he caught sight of the tattoo sleeve he knew exactly who this guy was. He looked back into your apartment ready to call you over only to find you standing behind him already, âJungkook?â
Taehyung moved out of the way and let Jungkook through who immediately went right to you, âI wanted to see you, is this a bad time?â
You looked back to your friends who didnât even pretend to act like they werenât eavesdropping. You smiled, âNo, come in, weâre just talking.â
Jungkook didnât hesitate to follow you inside and you led him straight to the kitchen, âWant a drink?â
âMhm,â Jungkook responded, watching you sweetly as you opened and closed cabinets. You served him a drink and asked, âWhatâs that red mark by your eye?â
It took him a moment to process what you were asking and he brought a hand up, âOh, I was boxing and I think my friend hit me a little too hard.â
You made a pouting face teasingly, âPoor baby.â
He smiled knowing you were just teasing him but also showing interest, âKiss it better?â With a roll of your eyes you leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss near his eye. You led him back to the living room where your friends were.
âSo youâre the one who Y/nâs cheating on me with,â Hoseok joked right away and it made you roll your eyes as the others laughed. Jungkook didnât react but his gaze did seem to harden as he stared at the stranger. You scooted a little closer to Jungkook letting him wrap his arm around you as you leaned back on the couch, âPack it up Hobi, the jokeâs old.â
âItâs not a joke to me!â Hoseok said with a wink as he turned to Jungkook, âAlright whatever, as long as youâre better than the last guy.â
âOh my god!â Jiyoung squeaked, âHobi, you canât just say things like that. Are you drunk?â
He smiled, âIâm just saying.â
Jungkook tilted his head in your direction but you just sighed, âPlease ignore them.â
âOh.â
âSo, what are you two anyway? You went crazy with the flowers,â Taehyung asked curiously, joking a little at the end.
Jungkook kept his gaze down, trying his hardest to ignore your friends while also listen in to your answer. You raised your cup to your lips looking at Jungkook who met your gaze hesitantly.
Say heâs your boyfriend, Jungkook thought.
Say youâre his.
Say heâs the onâ
âWeâre just⊠yknow, having fun?â
He stopped.
His muscles tensed, tongue poking against his cheek as he looked away from you to hide his expression. His lips curled with the need to scoff but he kept it in. He wanted to ask you why you would say that but not in front of the others. It should be a private conversation between the two of you about your relationship because you clearly werenât just having fun.
He kept his gaze focused on the picture you had hanging above the fireplace mantle. Your apartment was identical to him and he looked at every corner as if in search of something. With a clear of his throat, he turned to you, âBathroom?â
âIâll show you,â you said, patting his thigh as you rose to your feet. You took his hand in yours immediately shooting electricity down his arm as he held it tightly. You pointed to the bathroom but before you got there you asked, âYou okay? Youâre being kind of quiet.â
âIâm fine, Iâm having fun,â Jungkook said with a strained voice, he never tore his gaze away from yours as you stood in front of him near the bathroom. You havenât known him for long but you do know that when Jungkook looks at you, he never looks this strained. There was clearly something on his mind.
With a defeated sigh, you gave up on asking him anything and went back to the living room. Jungkook waited against the door for a minute to see if you would come back. When you didnât he took a turn down the rest of the hall fumbling with something he shoved in the big pocket of his black cargo pants.
He looked down at the tiniest camera heâs ever seen and like he was walking into his own place, he went straight to your bedroom. He moved swiftly, finding exactly where he wanted to hide it and in no time he was back to the bathroom pretending to be busy.
You released a sigh, âLetâs call it a night.â
You enjoyed having your friends over and you had spent pretty much all evening with them but youâre getting tired already. It was late, you had a surprisingly busy day today and all your social battery is just completely out. Plus, if theyâre just going to talk or tease Jungkook then you'd rather just call it a night. You feel it in your gut that you said something that annoyed him at least a little and itâs probably when they asked what the two of you were.
You donât know what your relationship with him is, if youâre being honest. Since the beginning you told yourself you didnât want to date but it feels like thatâs what Jungkook wants. You shouldnât lead him on so you should be open about what youâre looking for but you also donât want to make him stop talking to you. You have no idea how he really thinks about you so itâs all just so confusing.
âAwe,â Jiyoung whined as she watched you begin to clean up some of the things. The guys seemed too drunk to even care that you were kicking them out as they got up without complaint. When Jungkook finished up he came out to an empty apartment.
He didnât like what he felt at the moment. You telling your friends that itâs all just fun really bothered him and it made him realize that he hasnât asked the right questions. Jungkook played with his lip ring as he watched you clean up and he found himself asking, âSo uh, how long ago was your last relationship? Your friend brought it up kind of and I guess I just never asked that sort of thing.â
âUmâŠâ your movements seemed to slow as you thought about how to answer, âTwo months ago?â
It was quiet for a moment and as hard as you tried, you couldnât read his expression. Jungkookâs gaze hardened as he tried to think of what happened two months ago, âWhen we met? Do you still talk to him?â
You rolled your eyes remembering your ex boyfriend. At the time you definitely were a lot more hurt about it now but that doesnât mean you want to talk about the guy. He cheated on you and now youâre scared itâll happen again if you start dating.
âNo, he cheated on me,â you told Jungkook as you sat down on your couch. Jungkook bit his lip ring hard in thought.
If you and the guy broke up around the time where he met you then that would mean when he met you at the club and saw your bloodshot eyes⊠it mustâve been when you broke up. You kissed him in the middle of a heartbreak too drunk to even remember. Now youâre telling your friends itâs all just some fun youâre having fun with him and he still doesnât get what that means.
You watched him stare off into space, eyes wide in thought and you patted the spot on the couch next to yours for him to sit down. You know youâre confusing and you really donât think you want to be in a relationship but Jungkook⊠itâs hard to explain. Heâs a little intense and sometimes too pushy but for some reason you really did like him.
As he sat down you couldnât help but play with the Sterling silver Vivienne Westwood chain necklace he wore. He watched your finger hook itself onto the chain and his breath hitched at the warm touch of your finger against his skin. You looked at him with wide and sparkly eyes that had his tongue playing with his lip ring as he bunched up the hem of his black Nirvana tee in his fingers to stop his hands from shaking by having you so close. Without much warning, you tugged on the chain with your index finger and like a devoted pet, he was following your call until his lips met yours. Some of his longer curls tickled your cheeks and he kissed you with such eagerness nearly toppling over you when you pulled on the chain.
His teeth pulled on your bottom lip softly as he opened his eyes, looking down at you, âI would never hurt you like the others have.â
Youâve grown used to the way Jungkook acts around you. He likes to be the one to do things for you despite you being able to do it on your own. He hates when you donât text back in an hour or two. He always seems to know when youâre not home, he offers to pick you up from work, he tries to come anytime you go out with your friends. Heâs just sort of always around. Youâre not sure if heâs like that with others but thatâs how he is with you.
You should definitely be a little burdened by it, itâs suffocating honestly but you genuinely donât think Jungkook has bad intentions with it. He doesnât talk much about himself or his friends or family but he always seems to be interested in hearing everything about you. Youâre not sure if he has many other people to talk to and you enjoy his time too much to push him away.
One thing you hate to admit and really the only downside to him is his obsession with getting you flowers. The first time the two of you went out he asked you what flowers you liked and you told him absentmindedly. You never expected him to have so many bouquets of them deliveredânor did you expect to receive one every time you saw him.
You loved flowers and were thankful for the thought behind it but youâre beginning to hate Babyâs Breath. Youâre starting to see them everywhere from work to home to any time you see Jungkook. Theyâre everywhere and itâs beginning to feel like youâre drowning in the little white flowers.
If only you had the heart to tell him that he didnât need to get you flowers every time he saw you.
âY/n,â Jungkook had a huge smile on his face, âThis is Namjoon, Thatâs Yoongi.â
He pointed to two of his friends who hung around his living room. His arm was around your waist loosely as he directed you to a seat, only to pull you onto his lap when he sat down. You smile shyly as you attempt to greet them only to have Jungkook pull your attention back on him when he places a gentle kiss on your shoulder blade, arms tight around you.
Namjoon was surprised to see this side of Jungkook and heâs only just met you. It makes him wonder if heâs always been this way with you. He very rarely sees the guy smile much less show this much affection to one person and itâs all just very new to him. Heâs seen Jungkook upset and mad plenty of times but to see him look soft and gentle was something entirely different.
âNice of Jungkook to finally let us meet you,â Yoongi said with a light chuckle as he offered you a drink. You took the cup from him with a smile as he continued, âYouâre all he talks about, itâs weird.â
âHyung,â Jungkook warned as you felt his arms tighten around you just slightly. Yoongi just smiled, âIâm just saying, itâs been nonstop weeks of listening about you talk about your girlfriend so itâs nice to finally get to meet her, right Joon?â
Your brows seemed to scrunch together in confusion as you looked to Jungkook. The two of you werenât technically dating, sure, you hang out all the time and have sex but youâve never actually considered yourselves in a relationship. You thought youâve made it clear that this was fun and maybe youâre to blame for possibly leading him on but heâs never referred to you as his girlfriend or partner.
If he has been saying that to his friends then you would like to have a talk with him about where the two of you stand before it happens again. You leaned back against Jungkookâs chest trying to look at him but before you could say something he planted a quick kiss on your lips making you forget your own words.
Jungkook knew that your pretty mind was thinking about what his friends were saying and he just wanted to tell you not to worry about any of it. Of course he tells his friends youâre his girlfriend but itâs not like heâs begging you to be. He knows that you had a rough break up with the last guy and as much as he wants to find out who he was and hurt him for hurting you⊠he also had to thank him. If it wasnât for the break up then you wouldnât have been out that night of your kiss and he wouldnât have met you. He knows that to you, a relationship isnât ideal at the moment but heâs still basically forcing you into one even if you want to say youâre not dating him.
He spends all his free time with you.
He calls you and texts you all day.
He watches over you while you sleep through his new cameras.
He makes sure nobody breaks in.
Heâs always around in case something happens and he knows youâre thankful for him even if you donât really know all the things he does for you.
You began to completely tune out the rest of their talk growing bored and you resorted to playing with his hair. It was getting longer and the curls were beginning to loosen so it was easy to run your fingers through them and hold it back like you were going to tie his hair. Maybe you were acting like a kid letting him talk to his friends while also basically begging for his attention but you were just bored. His friends seemed like nice people but you werenât really interested in their conversation. You felt bad for sort of distracting Jungkook but you didnât stop playing with his hair, even when he smiled like a bunny at the way you pulled on a strand only to release it and watch it recoil.
You brushed his hair back tucking some of it behind his ear and just like that, your hand seemed to freeze.
Right there staring back at you was a small tattoo that you failed to notice before. Your nail just barely brushed over it but it was real and itâs not old. It was healed for the most part but you can still see specs of dry skin around it meaning it had to be somewhat recent.
A tattoo of Babyâs Breath flowers scattered across the back of his ear and they were small delicate drawings tucked away. How did you not notice this before?
Was it always there?
When did he do it?
It wasnât because you said they were your favorite, right?
You understand the bouquets â despite the copious amount of them he sends you â you understand the curiosity behind plants but to get it tattooed on his own skin?
You moved your hand away and turned to face forward again as you tried to process what you just saw.
You must be imagining it. Thereâs no reason why Jungkook would get a tattoo of a flower you told him was your favorite. It just didnât make sense why he would do that.
Him getting that tattoo for you [maybe?] didnât make sense.
âWhatâs up?â He asked you as you stared off into space. His friends had been in their own conversation and Deftones played quietly in the background but like usual, his attention was only ever on you. Even when youâre not around he finds his mind consumed by the thought of you and thereâs no escapeânot that he would need to.
âNothing,â you muttered under your breath as you played with the ring on his fingers absentmindedly. You only did this when you were lost in thought and he was curious to know what it is. If he could know every single thing you think about then he would feel much more at ease.
You were being so cute right now even if you werenât talking. You were sweet and pliant, sitting on his lap letting him hold you and kiss you like his pretty little girlfriend that you were. He sincerely regrets inviting his friends over because all he would like to do is kick them out so he could be alone with you again.
âActually,â you whispered making his head perk up to listen, âCan we talk?â
âOf course,â Jungkook didnât hesitate to stand up with you against him as he looked to his friends, âWeâll be right back.â
You followed Jungkook down the hall into his familiar bedroom with the black silk bed sheets and band posters on the walls. This time around there was a new picture frame on his desk and it was one of you and him. You seemed to be asleep in the picture with your head resting on Jungkookâs naked chest near his piercings. He had a tattooed hand in your hair and you can just tell his touch was gentle. You canât remember when he would have taken that but he had the picture framed.
In the corner of his nightstand was a vase filled with Babyâs Breath and for the first time since you met him did you actually feel the suffocating nature of his affection. Just earlier you were saying how much you enjoyed him and yet right now itâs starting to hit you that this might not all be normal.
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â He asked gently as he watched you look around his bedroom, a smile on his face.
You didnât know where to begin so you started with the first thing that confused you today.
âYour friends called me your girlfriend,â you said, âAnd I⊠well alright whatever, itâs fine but weâve never talked about a relationship, you know?â
âI knowâŠâ Jungkook said, smile gone as he waited for you to keep going. He doesnât understand why you feel the need to clear it up, itâs not like heâs doing anything wrong. Itâs the truth even if you hate to admit it.
âYou know?â You asked, âSo why did your friends call me your girlfriend? And why did they say theyâve been waiting to meet me for a while noââ
Jungkook released a soft chuckle as he came up to you, brushing your hair back, âI donât know, maybe they just assumed because I talk about you a lot. I didnât know I couldnât even talk about you to my friends.â
âThatâs not the problem Jungkook,â you took a deep breath in thought, trying to gather the right words, âWhat about the flowers?â
âWhat about them?â
âI appreciate the gesture, I really do but you donât⊠you know you donât have to give me some all the time,â you said with your arms crossed over your chest self consciously, âAnd the tattoo.â
âTattoo?â
Jungkook was playing dumb and he was doing a hell of a good job at it. Heâs not sure what your deal is or why you suddenly look uncomfortable next to him but you need to stop. Everythingâs fine, youâre making yourself worked up and he doesnât get why.
âBehind your ear,â you clarified, âOf the flower? When did you get that?â
He shrugged, âA week ago, maybe? Do you like it?â
âWhat is it?â You needed to hear him say it. He stared at you blankly as he took another step toward you.
âBabyâs Breath, I didnât know they were my favorite too until you came along,â he said and before he could take another he asked, âAre you alright? You seem a little shaken up.â
âI just need a minute,â you said, missing the way his dark eyes hardened as he watched you step back from him. With a clenched jaw he nodded, âAlright, take all the time you need. Iâll just be out there.â
You didnât say anything as you went ahead and took a seat on the edge of his bed hearing the sound of the door click shut behind him. Maybe youâre just overthinking it. He can have a flower tattoo⊠no big deal.
Even if itâs the same flower heâs delivered practically a hundred bouquets of to you.
Even if he asked what your favorite flower was.
Itâs a basic flower youâre overthinking it.
Jungkook looked at his two friends who busied themselves with bottles of Soju and his large television. They didnât even bother to turn his music off either and now Ever by Team Sleep was playing at an annoyingly high volume with the tv on too.
Yoongi was laughing over something Namjoon said, he looked up just in time to find Jungkook standing only a few feet away from them, keeping still. He still smiled with the urge to laugh as he asked, âEverything good? You want another drink?â
âActually, I think itâs time you leave,â Jungkook said coldly yet his two friends barely flinched, waving him off with a hand. Itâs not like they werenât used to his quick mood changes, theyâve known him too long to not read the signs. Heâs a little intense and serious but heâs also a loving kid at heart. He doesnât know how to express anything properly, he just knows how to do it in the extreme. Heâs annoyed by something right now but give him a drink and heâll get over it.
Namjoon extended out a glass of Soju to him, âOne more.â
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second as you tried to clear your head. You were overthinking shit, you donât even want this. You like him but a relationship?
Alone in his bedroom you could really picture this as yours. Itâs crazy how identical they are and it was a good distraction to keep you from going back out there and telling him you would just like to go home for the night. Standing up you walked over to the window finding it strange to view your own apartment out the window.
You took a step away turning instead to look at his desk which was unorganized and filled with tattoo sketches from when he does work at home. Now you were being nosy, you were trying to stall your departure but the picture frame of you on his desk was just staring at you. You picked it up to get a better look but the lights reflection was too bright. With squinted eyes you turned it down and popped the back off hoping to see the picture without the glass in the way.
Instantly, three matching 4x6 pictures fell out of the open frame with their backs facing up. You assumed Jungkook just continued to put new pictures over the old ones instead of switching them out.
Worried he would catch you snooping, you bent down to pick the pictures up, turning them your way.
Jungkook took a deep breath as he stared at the two of them unamused, âI said, I think itâs time you leave.â
He knows youâre upset and something tells him heâs to blame so he needs to figure out what. He canât focus on you while his friends are here trying to expose and ruin everything he has built up with you.
Why did they have to call you his girlfriend and why are you being such a bitch about it?
He fucking hated flowers yet he wanted to get something you love permanent on his skin and you want be mad?
He canât catch a break. First you canât even remember him, then you make him worried sick whenever youâre at home alone or with one of your friends. Heâs tried so hard to not be the possessive boyfriend but goddamn is he sick of watching your bedroom camera footage and seeing you laughing and hanging with Taehyung every other night.
Now you canât even be appreciative of the very kind and thoughtful gesture of putting a permanent mark of what your relationship was on his neck? All of his tattoos have a meaning and yours means the most yet you want to question why he would even get it? Youâre very lucky heâs able to play things off to save himself from embarrassment. You didnât recognize his gesture and instead questioned him, turning it from romantic to strange.
Heâs just annoyed at this point but he knows that once he gets you to relax everything will be fine. Youâre like a little kitten, if he pushes too hard you draw back so he has to ease you into this like heâs done since the beginning.
âOh,â Namjoon was stunned as his eyes trailed back to Jungkookâs room where you had closed yourself on for some reason. He wondered for a moment if the two of you were in a fight because Jungkook looked so happy earlier and now he just looks on edge. Yoongi and Namjoon shared a similar look as they slowly came to accept it despite how strange he was acting, âOkay.â
âAre you guys alright?â Yoongi couldnât help but ask as he got up to leave. Jungkook forced a smile, âYeah, Y/nâs not feeling good though.â
Namjoon seemed to relax, âReally?â
âShe did seem kind of quietâŠâ Yoongi said as his friend nodded in agreement.
You felt stuck, you couldnât tear your gaze away and you couldnât even try to move your body.
The first picture was alright, it was the same picture of you in his arms, it was normal.
The second one was⊠alarming? It was a zoomed in picture of your bedroom window with you sitting at your vanity doing your makeup to go out. You were looking at yourself and you were holding a lipgloss or something, you couldnât tell with the window frames in the way.
The third was where your blood seemed to run cold. Right there in black and white was a clear and up close picture of you sleeping in your own bed. It wasnât taken by someone next to you but more so it was an angle that looked like it was hidden.
Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair as his friends finally left and he prepared to see what was on your mind. He let himself back into his bedroom quietly, clicking the door shut and smiling warmly, âKay, itâs just us, you can come out now.â
He turned to you calmly, eyes locking on the three photos in your hands and the empty picture frame laying on his desk.
Oh.
You found his favorite pictures.
âWhat are these?â You asked, trying to keep your voice steady and calm, âAre you stalking me?â
âNot exactly,â Jungkook sighed in defeat, âItâs justâŠâ
He took a step toward you and you immediately put your hands up in defense. He practically giggled as he moved your hands away, âStop messing around, Iâll explain.â
âDonât touch me,â you said, taking a step away, âDo you have a camera in my room?â
Jungkook wasnât smiling anymore, âWhy canât I touch you? Iâll explain, just relax.â
âIâm not going to relax, Jungkook, I want you to tell me what the fuck is going on,â you told him moving closer to the front door with him circling you like a predator watching its pray waiting to attack.
âYes, I put a camera in your room but I was just worried,â he said with a laugh like he was shy to admit it, âI just kept thinking of something happening to you in your dreams andâlook, stay calm, Iâm just being honest, isnât that what you wanted?â
You were itching to leave because suddenly thereâs something deep in your gut telling you that this guy really is weird. Was he really trying to justify a literal crime? How crazy was he?
Heâs so calm too and heâs smiling and laughing like itâs all just no big deal even though youâve just learned heâs got cameras watching you in your own home.
You didnât want to know anything more at the moment. To be honest you were just freaked the fuck out and ready to just leave and get away from him. You needed to find that camera too or else you think youâll faint from wondering if this was actually happening or not. His friends werenât even here anymore to hear you two talk.
Jungkook watched as you reached for the door and before either of you knew it, he was on his feet moving to stop you. His arms wrapped around your body, trapping your arms at your sides and carrying you away from the door. You immediately went to scream but his hand came up around your mouth as he walked over to his bed, âShhh, Iâm not gonna do anything, babe, you know me. I just donât want you leaving while weâre trying to have a conversation.â
âWhat was I saying?â Jungkook asked himself as he let his hand fall from your mouth, âOh! You know, I never meant to do that but I was just never able to stop thinking about you. I wanted to be close with you even when I couldnât be and I had to think of a way to do that.â
âFrom the very first moment I saw you and we kissed, I just⊠well itâs just hard to believe weâre not meant to be together,â Jungkook said, staring off at the pictures in your hand, âI mean moving in next door was really just by chance but isnât it so crazy that fate wanted us to find each other. You still donât believe it?â
âYouâre crazy,â you muttered fighting back a tear as you pushed back at him. His hold on you loosened at your words and you took the chance to get up but he was right there in front of you with widened eyes.
âIâm not crazy,â he said with a shaky voice like he was truly becoming more unhinged by the second, âIâm in love.â
Each step you took back he took one forward and you wanted to run out the door but you couldnât. Itâs like you were completely stuck trying to figure out what to do. Itâs crazy how your best friends always joked about him being a stalker but for him to actually set up cameras specifically to watch you? That was more than what you ever imagined and you were so scared. What other pictures or videos did he have of you? What did he do with them?
Jungkook knew you were incapable of running. You love him too and he knows it, maybe you didnât in the beginning but now youâre clearly attached to him just the same and youâre so surprised youâre not running. You want to run but you canât deny that you have really grown to love him and if he has to show you how far heâll go to make you love him back he will. He dropped down to his knees in front of you taking your hands in his and gripping them tightly against his chest when you tried to yank them back.
âJungkooââ
âIâll change,â Jungkook said and you watched the way his eyes seemed to redden and shake from how hard he was trying but to cry or go crazy, âIâll change Y/n, I promise. Iâll be better. Iâllââ
âNo, itâs too late, I canât. Youâve been stalking me! Do you get that? Iâm not just going to change my mind Jungkook,â you tried to say but he wouldnât let go. He only moved closer, arms wrapping around your waist as he clung to you from the floor down on his knees for you.
âI love you, Y/n, please just give me a chance,â Jungkook said as you tried shaking him off.
âI donât love you Jungkook, I never wiââ
âI donât care!â He shouted making you jump at the sudden rise of his deep voice, hands tightening on your hips, eyes wide and red, close to tears and unblinking, âYou donât have to love me back as long as you let me love you.â
âThatâs so fucked,â you nearly cried but he wouldnât let up.
âY/n.â
You looked down at him and in truth he looked like he was close to snapping and you were scared. He had such a strong idea about romance and love and soulmates that he doesnât even care if you donât feel the same. Thatâs sad and pathetic. This wasnât the Jungkook you had started to fall for.
You never expected him to be like this, he wasnât dangerous or putting you in harms way heâs just⊠heâs just really fucking delusional and thatâs whatâs scary. You donât know what heâll do. Heâs never made you feel unsafe like he is right now.
âDonât you realize that thereâs nothing in this world I wouldnât do for you to let me love you,â Jungkook said seriously, âIâll show you it all.â
Heâs been very tame till now. Heâs tried so hard to be gentle and loving in front of you but youâre making it so hard right now to keep the act up. He never wanted to scare you but if you really do try and walk out that door and think heâs going to let you⊠youâre dead fucking wrong.
âJungkookâŠâ he clung to you, face pressed against your lower stomach not letting you move, âThis isnât normal.â
âY/n if you try to leave me,â his voice was cracking, close to breaking and his entire body trembled, âI wonât be able to live without you, pleaseâŠâ
He was insane. You know heâs crazy, you know heâs just trying to scare you into not running out that door and you hated to admit that it was working. He just seemed so unhinged right now and the way his body was trembling and voice breaking as he hugged you so tightly, you really are scared he might do something to himself. Itâs not something you want to risk by leaving, who knows what heâll do to himself.
Unsure of what to do, you dropped a shaky hand into his hair, brushing it back as he cried, âIâll change, I swear. You canât leave me, I canât live knowing you arenât with me.â
Youâve heard so many stories about people trying to leave their partners and it only ended up with them in the news with old pictures of them smiling as people talked about how much they missed them and you really couldnât do that. If he canât have you⊠how do you know that means heâll let someone else have you? Heâs never made you fear for your life⊠he seemed so normal, not like this deranged man whoâs been caught having secret cameras watching you.
With a shaky breath, you slowly letting your hands hug around his neck, âShh, itâs alrightâŠâ
Your voice trembled in fear as you slowly dropped to your knees feeling him sob against you, âWeâWeâll⊠letâs figure this out, okay? Just calm down, take a deep breath.â
âY/n, I love you,â he hiccups as you could his face trying to wipe away tears as you dropped to your knees. Now that youâve got a clearer head you can hear the stupid band heâs obsessed with still playing from the living room. His silver chain that you always played with still shimmered in the light and you hooked your fingers around it to remind him that youâre cooperating.
Youâve just now noticed that his Deftonesâ Around the Fur tee was drenched in his tears along with the front of your jeans and you very carefully wrapped your arms around him, âIâm not leaving.â
He didnât care if it was out of love or fear, he held you tightly nevertheless, not letting you go as he tried to kiss you only for you to flinch back. Scared he wouldnât like that, you forced yourself to lean into him for a kiss, tasting his dry, salty tears on your lips.
He smiled his same stupid bunny smileâlike everything was right in the world and pressed his forehead against yours, âIâve been dreaming of you and me like this for so long time, baby, donât you ever try to leave me again, okay?â
âOkay, why donât we lie down? Itâll make you feel better,â you whispered gently and his dark eyes seemed to water and lower lip quiver as he nodded his head. Letting you lead him to his own bed and when you lied down, he went between your legs, keeping you pressed against the bed trapped.
Thatâs what being with him would feel like, like youâre trapped and all heâll think about would be how he finally found the one that heâs been searching for. No bells chimed or birds sang, only Romantic Dreams by Deftones was heard playing in the background.
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listen yâall this is long đ I know it is and as of right now I have no desire to write a part two so itâs open ended. also idk how I feel about this yet but Jungkook is so hot. anyway the taglist is too long so I have to do it in parts.
so sorry to whoever took the time to read this Iâm so sorry
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[taglist is too long and I can only do 50 so I have to add the rest of yâall in a reblog]
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Main Masterlist || Navigation || All works are F!Reader || All images sourced from Pinterest ||
SONGS THAT SOUND LIKE SEA-FOAM || Mini-Series || Completed
PAIRING: Fisherman!John Price x F!Mermaid!Reader
SYNOPSIS: In which a lone mermaid finds good company with a handsome fisherman who trespasses in her cove. But the word isn't what it used to be...hunting ships patrol the waters.
CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III
FANART: âYouâre somethinâ beautiful, yâknow that?â & "Mermaid Interpretation" by @thedevillovesflowers
2. RUN AWAY TO ME || Mini-Series || Completed
PAIRING: Blacksmith!Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Runaway Bride!Reader
SYNOPSIS: The night started with wine and ended with blood. Racing through the woods after having escaped your wedding, you find a lone homestead in the middle of a rainstorm. Alone, wounded, and bordering on unconsciousness, you have no option but to knock.
CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III
3. BLOOD-STAINED WOOL SPUN AT MIDNIGHT || 18 + Mini-Series || Completed
PAIRING: Werewolf!Ghost x F!Tailor!Reader (Set in Van Helsing Era/Aesthetic)
SYNOPSIS: When you left the town in the year of our Lord, 1897, to buy more wool from the local farmer, the cobblestone streets had come up to meet the hooves of your neighbor's horse.
Along this trip of false hope, the open fields at your sides had led to the backdrop of a brimstone forest; an old shadow seems to loom there. A black thing. A devil with eyes like a burial mound. You were told to fear the Ghost of the Forest, but never had you known you'd be caught in his blackened claws.
CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III
4. BLACK METAL AND BOURBON || 18+ Mini-Series || Completed
PAIRING: Biker/Mechanic!Ghost x F!Bartender!Reader
SYNOPSIS: You've been in this small town for your entire existence, giving up dreams and aspirations to carry on life as a simple bartender despite your hatred of two things: the smell of cigarette smoke and the disrespect from regulars, namely, your ex and his buddies. But on a still-air Sunday, almost overnight, a mechanics shop pops up right across the street - giving sight to new faces and a fresh group of men with a love of motorcycles. One, in particular, seems to only like Bourbon.
CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III
5. TO HUNT A SILVER STAG || Mini-Series || Completed
PAIRING: Knight!Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Fae!Princess!Reader
SYNOPSIS: Promised to a greedy king to try and preserve the magic of the land, a princess instead finds herself drawn to a chivalrous knight and his gentle words. But everyone knows magic has a mind of its own.
CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III
6. HOW TO ADAPT TO FIRE || Mini-Series || Completed
PAIRING: Fireman!John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Journalist!Reader
SYNOPSIS: There is an arsonist in your city, and you're going to catch him. As one of the most prolific investigative journalists in the city, you make a lot of enemies the second your papers are released to the public. Your informant - and perhaps something more - in the local fire department makes a point to tell you to be careful.
But everyone knows he's right beside you when the fires start sparking.
CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III
7. MOSS, BONE, AND A FALLING STAR || Mini-Series || Not Started
PAIRING: Witch Hunter!Price x F!Witch!Reader
SYNOPSIS: Humans have not been kind to you, but they usually are to things that they don't understand. You're offered a deal when a rugged-looking Witch Hunter shows up at your secluded hut. Make him see you for what you truly are in three stories or less. You oblige and give him the limit - a story of moss, of bone, and of a falling star.
CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III
8. VIVAMUS, MORIENDUM EST || Undetermined || Not Started
PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader (Reincarnation AU)
SYNOPSIS: In every lifetime you made a promise to one another: even if you must die, you will find a way to live together for all of eternity, be that five or a hundred years from now. You'd not broken your promise yet.
CHAPTERS: Undetermined
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DP x DC prompt # 6
Thereâs a kid crying, a blue skinned white headed kid that was just sitting there crying his eyes out in a panic as he was covered in a very large and dark cloak that was dwarfing him⊠that was cute to see but, the thing wouldnât be an issue if there werenât for the clusterfuck of dead cultist surrounding a green ominous portal under him while the poor kiddo shed luminescent tears nonstop.
âWhy is there a kid?â âdumb question to ask Captain but sure letâs go with that yeah?â scoffed annoyed Constantine after eyeing the magic champion while some of the members of the Justice League finished some of the goons that were still alive and resisting, Constantine just watched in dumbfounded stupor the crying baby eldritch abomination still wailing over there.
âIâll go check on him firstâ said Wonder Woman, being the first to react after finishing her part, slowly walking forward with gentle steps and humming tunes to make the small baby calm down a bit and refocus on her. Dianna never went too closer to grab the small kid, but she slowly crouched in front of him, palms out and leveling her face in a calm expression, so the kid wouldnât freak out while she still hummed songs and cooed calming words.
The poor kid wails gradually subsided and âoh my god, why are those eyes way too green!â His eyes were completely black except his irises being a bright neon green shine, his small body trembled when only small hiccups stayed, in his small crying fit the lad had ended up sucking his thumb in a desperate attempt to calm down while looking for any non-frightening competent adult and after only seeing Dianna in front of him he tried to raise his small arms towards her but immediately cried as his arms wouldnât move at all.
âI think the little boy is injuredâŠâ said Wonder Woman, breaking the silence once all suspects were aprehended and tied down âexplain what you can see Wonder Womanâ chastised Batman as he tried to walk towards her to check on the small boy only to be stopped by Superman, who had his eyes shinning red as he looked at the kid âFor what I can see, the small child seems to have some broken bones and some internal bleeding⊠also thereâs seems to be a sphere in the middle of his chest?â
âThe demon baby is hurt?â Constantine blurted out incredulous, Zatanna wacked him furiously for that comment âif you havenât heard what Superman said, he said he saw a sphere so itâs not a demon John! itâs a tuttelagĂ© you idiot!â
âHow the fuck would you know that isnât a dĂ©monos, Z?!â cussed the magician as he moved a bit back while Zatanna then moved towards Wonder Woman, with spells already healing the poor baby body âtuttelagĂ©s are known to be protective spirits of kids that died wishing to protect their loved ones, their wish is then concentrated in their chest as a sphere so to see a young one hurt like thisâŠâ Wonder Woman looks grimm at the implications while Zatanna finish healing the young spirit and allows Dianna to pick him up once heâs done healing and calmed down bit.
âSomeone must have hurt his proteguĂ© so bad that his body is getting affected by itâ sentenced Batman as he glared with concern at the small baby who now is now resting his head in Wonder Woman arms and falling asleep.
MEANWHILE
Danny is soo scared and hurt all around his tiny body, the wounds he had while being subjected to the examine table makes him tear up in pain while also making his chest feels funny once the weird forced summoning spell stops pulling his being into existing; green stops flooding his vision only to be meet by a dark and open space full of dead people dressed in weird costumes, so the only answer he has to this is to wail.
Because thats all he can do now, cry. He cries and cries after all what had occurred to him; he cries for his parents betrayal and rejection of his being, he cries for the cruelty they subjected him into, the torture he had to endure and almost making his core break, he cries for his friends deaths when they tried to free him from all his pain but failed.
He cries and cries until the pain into his core is unbearable because he just lost his fright, his connection to the living, his reason of being here. Heâs still crying when his senses tenses the moment something changed in his surroundings, he hears fighting and grunting and something falling down and he cries harder; because heâs scared and tired and he just wants Jazz to carry him andâŠ
Thereâs someone humming, nice humming, calm humming, steps coming closer and then he looks up, scared and hurt and just tired only to find a beautiful black headed and blue eyes woman dressed in a nice outfit crouching in front of him, sheâs humming something to him and just looking at him with calm and such gentleness that it makes him croon at her because he feels his core sing âsheâs nice and pretty and safeSAFEsafeSAFEâ he tries to reach out to her but his arms fell numb and ouchie and he looks up to her, in a silent plea for her so she would carry him but sheâs not moving, just looking at him gently.
Until he sees another woman coming closer to them and he tenses up again, afraid and cautious, still a bit frightened by her aura but her hands are starting to glow and he immediately feels his body swaying and feeling a lot better, so he relaxes his body and letâs the pretty woman carry him so he can rest his head and nuzzle asleep.
His core sings pleased âIâm safe⊠sheâs nice and safeSAFEsafeSAFEâ
-TBC-
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