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bunnyhugs77 · 3 years ago

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Platinum Panther

Pairing: Dilf! Jungkook x Spoiled! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Slight Angst

Word Count: 27.4k (I am deeply sorry)

Notes>> If you’re looking for a fic to waste your time<3

Content Warning: jungkook is rich, sexual themes, reader is kind of bratty, swearing, tattooed jk, baby mama drama, reader has a slight attitude problem, toxic parenting, brand dropping, reader was a troublemaker, age gap (3 years), commitment Issues, jungkook doesn’t know how to say no, the angst wrote itself..

Other Content: (Near the end), dom! jk, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), sub! reader (still pretty bratty), protected sex, orgasm denial, slight choking, begging, finger sucking?, big dick! jk, sexual tension, so much teasing, marking kink?

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“I’m cutting you off.”

The air was sucked out of your lungs, your throat went dry and began to throb while you held back the tears that you sensed were rolling in. Did you hear that correctly? No. It must’ve been a joke, a sick, cruel joke. But what if it wasn’t? You could hear your pulse thrumming to a violent beat in your ears.

“What did you just say?” You stutter with your eyes wide in shock. You haven’t moved a muscle since he just spoke, too scared the situation would get worse. Instead, you rooted yourself to your position on the couch while you watched your father glare down at you from where he stood.

“You heard what I said. I’m cutting you off.” Yes, there was world hunger, polluted oceans, sea levels were rising and destroying arctic habitats and endangering animals, but those were vastly insignificant compared to the issue that stood before you.

Your father just cancelled your credit cards.

“Why would you do that?! You know I’m supposed to meet up with friends at the mall later?” You truly didn’t understand why he was doing this to you. What could you have possibly done to deserve something like this? You couldn’t control the sudden burst of emotions you lashed out at him.

“That’s another thing, you don’t need to be hanging around with ‘those’ friends. They’re too expensive to have in your social circle. Look at this,” He pulls out a receipt from the chest pocket of his suit seemingly that he was prepared for this conversation.

“Eight-hundred and fifty dollars for a pair of sunglasses that you’ve never worn, two hundred dollars for a pair of socks--” His face took on a deep shade of red the lower he got on the list, if it were possible, you could swear you could see the smoke fuming from his ears.

“They were made of Vicuna wool, high quality isn’t cheap..” You mumble as your father ran further down the list of ‘unnecessary’ purchases. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were rich, you had the money to afford such things, why the need to cut back?

“Y/n, you managed to spend twelve thousand dollars in one day. You’re financially irresponsible, and need to learn the value of a dollar.” His words cut through you with offence following behind it.

“I know the value of a dollar, 100 cents, 4 quarters, 10 dimes-” Your arms defensively crossing over each other as you debated with your father.

“No, Y/n. That’s not what that means. You’re only proving my point, which is why starting tomorrow you’re going to be joining me at my company.” He tried to give you instructions but you both weren’t on the same page.

“No. I don’t want to work for you, can you just unfreeze my accounts-”

“No. Not until you learn what true hard work is. Do you think I was born with the ability to provide you with such luxuries? Do you think someone handed me this company?” You already knew the answer, all your father talked about was the years of work he put into creating and developing his enterprise regardless of if he's told the story over a thousand times.

“But it’s not fair-” You began to complain as you threw your arms around in passion for your disagreement with his decision. “If you don’t like it, you can move out. If not, I’ll see you at work tomorrow, 8:30 am sharp.” Your father dismisses the conversation as he begins to walk away.

8:30 in the morning?! You never woke up until at least noon on a good day. This is too much. You weren’t made to work, you could feel the phantom sweat beading on your forehead at the mere thought of having to eat lunch in some break room surrounded by people in low-quality suits and blouses.

“I’m not working for you.” You object, your father stopping in his tracks at your words before slowly turning back around.

‘‘If you don’t cooperate with my rules, I’ll kick you out.” He threatens you but you took it lightly. If you had a dollar for every time your father had threatened to kick you out, you could literally afford to buy a mansion of your own. He had been saying this line ever since you turned eighteen, here you were, five years later still living under his roof.

With that said, he walked away but paused once more.

“Oh, and your cars will be confiscated, so don’t think you can show up then leave in the middle of the day. "I'll be sending you a driver.” The smile on your father’s face convinced you that he lived to make your life miserable.

Fine.

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You couldn’t do this.

The sound of your alarm abusively pulled you from your deep slumber, your eyes still felt as if they were sealed shut with industrial glue as you grudgingly pulled yourself out of bed. Making your way to the bathroom to prepare for potentially the worst day of your life, as you walked, you passed by the window, nearly being blinded by the orange rays of the rising sun.

Huh, so this is what sunrise looks like.

“-And this is Namjoon, a star employee. He’s the financial adviser, any doubts we have, we bring it to him and he knows exactly what to do.” Your father introduces you to the--what is it?-- fourth employee since you’ve walked into the building.

“Namjoon, this is my daughter,” Your father introduces you while you tapped away on your phone, not acknowledging either of them. “-Y/n.” Your father punctuates your name with a snatch of your phone right out of your perfectly manicured hands, forcing you to look up at the man with dimples.

“Hi.” Your voice was dry as you barely looked the man in the eyes trying not to roll your own. You could not believe you were actually here. He seemed to have picked up on your uninterested behaviour and decided to excuse himself to get back to work.

“You know where my office is, if you have any questions-” You didn’t even let him finish before you cut in with a smart-mouthed response of your own. “Great, When can I leave?” Your father frowns in irritation, “You finish at 5, now get started.” Those were his last words before you watched him walk away from you yet again before disappearing behind the elevator walls.

This is not how you were supposed to be spending your summer.

You were supposed to be on a beach, dancing to island music with tropical drinks in your hand while you show off your curves in a Dior bikini, but no. You were stuck in some dull-coloured cubicle, organizing papers that had no importance to you and-

“shit.” You cursed under your breath as you felt a thin but stinging pain shoot through the side of your thumb. Paper cut. How could such a tiny slice cause so much pain, at first you didn’t think it would bleed until you saw the droplets of blood land on the files below you.

You didn’t know whether to cry because of the pain or because you just ruined two hours of work. Out of frustration, you slid all the papers over the edge of your desk and into the recycling bin before storming off to find a band-aid.

Once you had finally located the first-aid kit in the break room, your fury only grew as the box was being a pain in the ass to open. Trying to pry it open, your perfectly designed acrylic snapping off once you applied enough force to open the box.

Only for there to be no band-aids.

You just wanted to slam your head into a wall. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you outstretched your hand and acknowledged how uneven your nails looked now. You dropped the kit back onto the counter, not even bothering to put it away before heading to the copy room to print duplicates of the files your blood had ruined earlier.

The printer beeped repeatedly to support the message that lit up on the screen.

‘Out of Ink’

“For fuck’s sake.” Your fury-filled fist slammed into the side of the printer as you read the notification. You were done with this. Working was bad enough, but nothing was going right.

With heavy steps of your plain black flats tapping against the tiles, you marched into the elevator. Slouching back against the wall with your arms crossed as you watched the doors slowly close.

“Hold the door, Hold the do-” Your eyes snapped forward to see someone trying to get your attention to hold the door open for them as they sped towards you. His eyes were piercing into yours as you subconsciously admired his features briefly before coming back to your senses.

Nevertheless, helping others was the last thing on your mind, so you stayed where you were, back against the wall and let the doors close. As if in slow motion, you watched him frown slightly as the doors shut him out of view. His expression almost making you feel bad for not holding the door open.

Almost.

Now on the top floor, you made your way to your father’s office. Barely knocking on the door before you invited yourself in, throwing yourself onto the couch he had off to the side of his desk.

“Y/n? What’s the issue-” Your father could barely get through his sentence before your outburst. “I’m quitting. It hasn’t even been four hours and I’ve already broken a nail and lost some blood. I’m sorry but this manual labour isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing in the middle of June.”

“Y/n, I’ve been very patient with you for these last few years. You either finish the work you’ve been assigned here or you can pack your bags.” Now you weren’t so sure if it was an empty threat this time.

“But I hate working here, can’t I work somewhere else?!” You whined, flopping over onto your stomach to complain into the cushions. As if it was perfectly timed, his office door clicks open revealing the man you had ignored at the elevator mere minutes ago.

“Ah, Jeon. Perfect timing.” You snap up in place, fixing your hair subtly as you watched the man approach your father’s desk. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?” He second-guesses the situation he let himself into.

“No of course not, my daughter is just being dramatic--” Your father pauses mid-sentence before he lets his gaze wander between you and the man with a plan bubbling in his mind. “You mentioned that you had an employee opening in your club didn’t you?” The man agrees, slowly piecing together what your father was about to say.

“Perfect. Take Y/n. She doesn’t seem to be adjusting well to the office and I can't have her acting unprofessionally in front of the other employees.” Your father offers your services before you can even blink. For the first time since he’s walked in, the man turns over to face you. You simply blinked at him, no distinct emotions revealing themselves on your face. “Yeah, I can do that.” He agrees.

“I can assume you’re here for the partnership files.” Your father questions him rhetorically before reaching into his drawer and handing him the stack of papers.

“You know, maybe you could show Y/n around your location and introduce her to the place.” Your father suggests to which the man pauses for a bit before agreeing.

“Great, you’re both dismissed.” With a swat of his hand, you were being shooed out with this stranger. Your jaw was low as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened. Did you just get fired? Then re-hired somewhere else? Without your consent?

You both made your way back into the elevator, the doors sliding closed, trapping in the awkward silence that lasted a few seconds too long to be considered bearable, but you wouldn't notice since you were so busy doing god knows what on your phone.

“I’m Jungkook by the way.” He introduced himself as some way to break the tension that could be cut with a knife. “That’s cool,” You mumble as you replied to the overwhelming amount of texts you had received while you were working; Most from your apparently 'expensive' friends who were asking when the next event was.

Jungkook cleared his throat, looking around the elevator in confusion. Were you even listening to him? Finally, the familiar ding resonated through your ears as the doors split open, letting you both walkthrough.

“What now?” You initiated conversation for the first time as you both stood awkward outside the company doors. “Well, your dad wants me to show you around my club, so you can just follow me there I guess..”

You didn’t want to go... Sitting in some gloomy office all day was one thing, but checking out some guy’s sappy start-up club would be worse. You could feel the strain in your cheeks from the fake smiles you would wear the whole time he showed you around, but you didn’t have a choice.

“I don’t have a car right now, so,” You trail off, hoping that he would just leave you behind but he was a stupid gentleman and offered to drive you. It's not like you could flat-out decline his offer anyways, so you followed him.

Colour you impressed. He had the same car that you have-- correction, that you used to have. The same model from the uniquely shaped hood to its lustrous rims. The only obvious difference being you had gotten your car a custom paint job for a midnight maroon finish while Jungkook’s was matte black.

You were a bit startled when he had opened the car door for you before he rounded the hood and let himself into the driver's seat. Upon sitting down you took an instant liking to the black and red leather-lined seats.

Maybe you should do this once you get your car back.

Neither of you spoke much during the ride. You silently appreciated being in the presence of another expensive automobile after thinking it would be years until you were in one again since your father loves his drivers to cruise in old-fashioned classics and they were your only source of transportation at the moment. It was so embarrassing to be seen in such a car.

As you drove through the ally of high-end locations lined up on both sides of the road, your brain was instantly able to recognize where you were. Soon the car began to slow down in front of the all-famous nightclub.

Platinum Panther.

“Wait. This is the club you own?” You turn to Jungkook, catching him right in the middle of opening up the car door. “Yeah.” His answer was dull but still humble? You let yourself out of the car meeting Jungkook outside of the grand entrance, briefly intimidated by the two huge bouncers who guarded the doors.

It wasn’t even 4 pm yet and the bouncers were already outside? You suppose it makes sense since there have been numerous occasions that you’ve seen people try and sneak past them even if the club's most lively hours were far ahead.

The first steps you took inside were overwhelming. It was more than you could’ve ever imagined. Dim lighting aside from the bright strobe lights, luxuriously private lounges lingered throughout the venue, some were high up, some were closer to the main level, not to mention your eyes landed on one of the most beautiful bars that you’ve ever seen, you could tell had an expansive variety of drinks just from the setup.

You couldn’t believe you were inside The Platinum Panther. You and your friends had tried to get in here for years but the wait-list was always packed at least six months in. The lines would be wrapped around the block and would sometimes interfere with your accessibility to the other stores.

The stories that you've heard from this place were never anything short of legendary. Such stories only increased your desire to get inside.

You followed closely behind Jungkook in awe, taking note of the expensive material of his suit. You didn’t notice how nicely it fit him earlier. His collar and cuffs were flawless--

You bumped in into his firm back at the sudden pause in steps. Slowly you stepped back with your eyes staring at the back of his head until he turned so that you held each other’s gazes.

Quickly you cleared your throat and shook off the indescribable feeling when you looked at him.

“You have a choice between inventory and coat check.” Jungkook offers you two options of more labour for you to choose from.

“None.” You seethe. You entertained the field trip, you saw, you experienced and that was enough. “I’m sorry?” His brow raised as he challenged you to repeat what you had just said.

“I said none. I’m not working here, I don’t care what you or my dad has to say about it. I’m not working here. I’m going home, and I’m not coming back.” You announce as you walked back out the doors leaving a stunned Jungkook behind you.

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Well, that didn’t age well.

Here you were, a week later, sorting through all different types of fabrics as you were trying to find a guests’ jacket in coat check.

A week ago after you walked out you had somehow managed to scrape enough money together for a taxi to take you home. Your father awaited your arrival at the door, prepared to give you the scolding of your life. He went on about how embarrassed he was to have heard about your ‘contemptuous’ behaviour from Jungkook over the phone right after you had left.

Long story short, your father had reprimanded you for so long that you simply agreed to whatever terms he was instating just so that he would stop. It was like agreeing to the terms and conditions without reading the fine print. Turns out you committed yourself to work at Platinum Panther full-time and had thrown away your right to use your phone on the job since...apparently you weren’t supposed to be doing that?

Just yesterday a co-worker had instructed you to throw out the used coat tickets outback. Of course, you declined, did you look like the garbage man? Then again, you wouldn’t even blame them if they thought you were. The staff outfits here were awful. Black on black? Why couldn’t you wear those gorgeous sequin sets that the dancers wore? Either way, said co-worker reported your lack of cooperation to Jungkook and had him come down to re-instruct you himself.

You heard most of what he said until you subconsciously stopped listening, something about “You need to cooperate with those around you..or else he’d have to report it to your father." That last part caught your attention so you falsely nodded, just going along with what he was saying.

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Today was packed, more than usual of course. Presumably, since it was a holiday-- not for you obviously, since luck would never be on your side for such a thing to happen. Your feet were killing you and you swear you would be seeing coats, blazers and sweaters in your dreams for the next month. Who even wears jackets anymore? It's June for god’s sake.

From behind your small service desk, you watched the free-spirited souls dance sinfully to the music under the glowing strobe lights that flowed around the dance floor. With a slight crane of your neck, you could see those elite socialite groups of men sitting high up in their private lounges. You took note that the dancers weren’t working today, they only worked on select days of the week, certain events and upon special request which only had you aspiring to join them even more.

-You get to dress up in some of the most beautiful outfits

- Shorter shifts

-Only work certain days of the week

What a dream, but you weren’t oblivious to the dark side of such a job. From the few times you had seen the dancers in the last two weeks, you had watched the bouncers escort numerous groups of people out for inappropriate interactions with them.

“Y/n,” You nearly leaped out of your skin at the voice of your name. Your eyes no longer focused on what was happening straight ahead but zeroing in on the man before you. “Oh, you scared me.” You exhale as you face Jungkook who stood on the other side of the desk with stunned eyes. He quickly apologized before handing you his phone telling you it was your father.

Your father? Did you do something?

“Hello?” You take a few steps back further into the closet so that you could hear the call a bit better. You could hear some mumbling on the other end of the line but you couldn’t make out a single thing he was saying since the music was so loud.

You repeated the word “What?” often enough for Jungkook to put you out of your misery and instruct you to follow him. With his phone still against your ear, you followed his perfectly suited body down the chic halls. The deafening club beats fading off to a still silence once Jungkook had opened the door for you to get into the foreign room.

You took an immediate liking to the office decor once you had stepped in. Modern design with a cool-toned colour scheme but still matched the rest of the venue.

“Y/n? Can you hear me?” You hear the voice ring through the phone.

“Yes, I can hear you.” You respond, pacing around the office to nowhere in particular as you spoke, acknowledging the plaque that sat on the big desk.

‘Jeon Jungkook’

If only you knew the significance this name would soon hold to you.

“I was speaking to Jungkook earlier and he said you’re doing well,” Your eyes snap up from the plaque to stare at Jungkook who was leaning against the wall staring back at you. His eyes widening at the reciprocated eye contact, he didn’t know why you were looking at him like that.

“He did?” You repeated it to yourself in shock. For sure you thought he would’ve had nothing good to say.

“I know, that’s what I thought. It seems you may be finally learning something. Keep it up and I may unfreeze one of your accounts.” You could’ve screamed in at his words. You heard the dial tone and returned the phone before making your way towards the door passing by Jungkook whose body turned to follow you as he spoke.

“Usually this is where you thank me for putting in a good word for you,” His voice signalling for you to stop and face him. “Oh.” That was all you managed to let out before you walked out leaving Jungkook behind with a perplexed expression.

The days seemed to drag on at this place. Somehow working here was worse than working at your dad’s company, at least there you were constantly bored, but here there was always something happening. Whether the bartender was doing tricks, a group of friends were doing body shots or the dancers were putting on a show, it was amazing, but it was torture!

You would never get to join them. It was torture just watching them. Instead, you were confined to your stupid closet forced to look out into the club from behind your service desk since you were forbidden from using your phone. You were brought back to reality at the scoff of the girl in front of you. She was of average height with long dark hair, you suppose you could appreciate some of her facial features, bow-shaped lips, dark lashes-- but you couldn’t admire the knock-off bag that hung off her arm.

It was a counterfeit version of one of your favourite purses, if you weren’t so familiar with them, the fake version could’ve easily slipped past you unnoticed but you knew the difference when it came to the uneven straps. Without even realizing it, your face had twisted to one of displeasure at the sight of the bag.

You took the ticket from her before you walked back into the closet looking for the jacket with the tag that matched the digits on her ticket. You were shocked to see that she was the one who owned the pearl-coloured Balmain jacket, a real one.

With suspicious eyes, you removed the tag and handed the jacket over into her arms. Even she seemed a bit taken back by your presence as if she wasn’t expecting to see you come back out. Your squinted eyes filled with eerie as you watched her scuttle out of the club.

Nevertheless, that weird encounter quickly moved to the back of your mind as your shift went on. Here came another lady, this one was modelling one of the finest of brands from her shoulders down to her feet.

Damn, you would kill for just one last shopping spree.

Once you had taken her ticket you found yourself searching all over the closet for her belongings. You took another look at the digits to make sure you read them correctly. Oh shit. You knew the number had seemed familiar, it was the same number as the girl from earlier with the fabricated purse. You knew it didn’t make sense, people can call you shallow if they’d like but you knew something was off when that girl had a knock-off bag but a high-end jacket. Not to mention the jacket didn’t match her outfit in the slightest.

Slowly, with dreaded steps you walked back to the lady, trying to figure out some way to break the news. “There seems to have been a mix-up, your jacket isn’t in our possession.” Your words coming out straightforwardly but still genuine since you would simply despise to be in this woman’s shoes. You would flat-out sob if you ever found out someone had taken your Balmain jacket.

“Excuse me? That’s impossible. I dropped it off here earlier and now you’re trying to tell me that it's gone?” If you were to go by the look on her face you could tell this wouldn’t end well. “I’m not trying to tell you it’s gone. I’m telling you it’s gone.” You were quickly losing the little patience you were given with this job.

“Do you even know how expensive that jacket is-” She challenges the depth of your knowledge on the price as if you didn’t spend hours on end looking at hundreds of expensive price tags? “Two thousand four hundred and forty-six dollars.” The number rolls off your tongue with ease.

The lady seemed more than surprised by your on-point response. Not even she had remembered the digits after four hundred. Meanwhile, you were appalled that she would think that you wouldn’t have the answer to such a question. These uniforms were really not doing you any justice, if she had seen you in your usual attire such an assumption never would have been made.

“Give me my jacket.” The lady demanded as she leaned forward onto the counter as if to intimidate you. You decided to lean forward as well to make sure she can hear you loud and clear. “We don’t have your fucking jacket lady, I just told you that didn’t I-”

“What’s going on here?” You turned to see Jungkook with who was eyeing the both of you with inquisitive eyes. “Your employee stole my jacket and now she’s refusing to return it.” No form of technology could capture the speed that your mouth had fallen to the floor in aghast before trying to defend yourself. “That’s not true. Was it stolen? Yes, but I didn’t take it. A girl from before managed to duplicate your ticket.”

“Oh really? Do you expect me to believe that some random person somehow managed to get a copy of my ticket and take my stuff? No way that could’ve happened without her assistance-” The lady was at least forty-five-- maybe 50 if that's botox in her cheeks, but she was still immature enough to ignore the facts of the matter that you’ve shared with her multiple times.

“If my employee says she didn’t take it, then she didn’t take it. We’ll check the security footage to find who took it. Please, be patient with us.” Jungkook calmly settles the altercation before he signals for you to follow him back down the familiar hallway to his office.

You were surprised he was able to handle the situation with such ease, maybe this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened? He led you into the familiar office, taking a seat behind his desk at the computer already enacting complex functions to get access to the building's camera stream.

You stood behind his chair watching as he accessed the timestamps, “What time did the girl show up at coat check?” He asked you as his fingers rested against the keyboard to tap in the specific times you would give him, “I don't know, somewhere around seven-fifteen maybe seven-thirty?” You mutter, your mouth was present in the conversation but your brain was still replaying the moment where Jungkook had taken your side with no hesitation. No one had ever done that before.

Your eyes intently watched over the eight squares which each displayed a different angle inside the club. Your vision was focused on the bottom right square where you could see yourself lounging over the counter busy doing something on your phone. Your face slowly began to heat up at the fact you were openly defying your father’s instructions.

“I hope this isn’t all you do during your shift.” Jungkook chuckles softly as he comments on your idle state. Soon he speeds up the frames until you spot the person you were looking for, “That’s her,” Your finger hovered lightly near the digitized version of the thief. At first, you thought you were hearing things but you were able to make out the sound of Jungkook cursing under his breath before he asked you to wait outside.

You were never the nosy type (yes you were), yet you couldn’t help but linger closely near Jungkook’s now closed office door as you heard his muffled voice through the hardwood.

“.....out of your mind?...….Mira?” Those were the only words you were able to decipher through the wall, and the tone he used them in wasn’t welcoming like it usually was. Who was he talking to?-- The door swung open without any warning nearly causing you to fall in but you caught yourself on your feet.

“Were you eavesdropping?” His words came out with displeasure floating behind them; something you weren’t used to seeing from Jungkook over the last three weeks you had been working here. He looked a bit mad, so if you had to make an educated guess, it has something to do with that phone call.

There was no way for you to lie your way out of his inquiry, so you resorted to silently shaking your head. With a heavy sigh, Jungkook let you know that he had found the one responsible for stealing the woman’s stuff and would have it returned to the owner immediately.

Now that the main mystery was solved, your brain was working on solving the intrusive, borderline nosy question of, ‘Who was Jungkook talking to on the phone?’. You never thought he would’ve been the type to get so angry just over a phone call. He even seemed to be patient with you which means whoever he was talking to must be a tremendous liability.

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Today was a long day. You couldn’t believe you had actually been accused of stealing a jacket that you already had multiple pairs of.

“Just when I thought you were finally learning something you go back to your old ways.” Your head snaps in the direction of your father’s voice. “What?” What was he talking about?

“A friend of mine was at Platinum Panther earlier today. He says he watched you curse out another customer at the coat check.” His tone became more hostile the closer he got to the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, only because she was being hard to reason with. She even accused me of stealing her jacket.” With a scoff, you began to make your way towards your room taking the first steps up the stairs. “Did you?” Your father’s voice wavers ever so slightly as if he was afraid of the answer himself. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“What?! No, I didn’t take her jacket! Why would I?” You had to defend yourself. You refused to be falsely accused again. Not even your own father believed you, even after the jacket had been found in someone else’s custody. His throat cleared with reason, “Because you have a history with acting out and doing things like this-”

“Can you stop bringing that up? That was three years ago, I’ve changed since then!” You shout with the vivid memories of how you used to be floating back in your mind. You were partying every night, running through the dark streets with your friends, cheering and laughing as you sprayed champagne against the car windows of random citizens. You felt unstoppable, but it was one of the lowest points in your life. Nothing satisfied you.

It’s definitely one of the more shameful eras of your life. You couldn’t count how many mornings you would wake up with the previous night’s memories all blurry and wiped away. Head pounding with regret and vows that you’d never go out again until the cycle repeated the next day. Even you knew the life you were living wasn’t sustainable, eventually, you had to break out of it. When you finally did, it was tempting to go back but you knew nothing good would come from it, so you turned to shopping as a hobby to keep you busy which was bordering an obsession now.

“Just because you’ve ‘changed’ doesn’t mean you can undo all the damage you’ve brought upon our family-” Your father seethes as his eyes burn holes into your own. “-No. Stop blaming that on me. Mom left because of you! You were the one who acted like you loved her when all you really wanted was to make her act like some dog who followed your every command with no opinion of her own!” Now it was your turn to feel enraged.

There was no room for you to grow as long as you lived under your father’s roof. It felt like you were in some dictatorship. He made the rules to the sick and twisted game he was playing. Every time he offered you a way out he always made sure that there were invisible strings attached. Strings that would inevitably wrap themselves around you and pull you back in. Just like when you had run away after a fight with him. He gave you that same offer to leave, so you did. While he held onto your necessities like any spare change you had on you and your phone.

He was aware that you knew very little to nothing about how to survive outside of these expensive walls on your own. That’s why he was always so sure you’d come back, and you always did. Not to mention the way he had complete control over your accounts, using them as leverage to get you to act accordingly and you had to obey. All you knew was money. Money was the only constant in your life, so if your father said you had to work to get it back then you would.

“How dare you speak to me that way? Do you know how much I’ve done for you-” Your father steps closer to you but you weren’t intimidated. You rolled your eyes since you already knew where this was gonna go. “Yeah yeah yeah, you worked for 700 years trying to build your company from the ground up. I get it!” You exclaim with a strained throat as you stomp your way up the stairs to your room and slamming your door.

You couldn’t believe you were being treated like a child. You’re twenty-three for god’s sake. You just wanted to be treated like an adult.

---

Another day, another night working. You wondered if you could even consider it working since you spent half of your time on your phone the second your hands weren’t holding the expensive material of coats, jackets and furs. Yes, furs in the fucking summer.

The club was writhing to life with every heavy bass that shook throughout the venue. The grinding bodies nearly blocking out the VIP sections from view but you could still see the way the older men's eyes observed the young life that maneuvered their way around the dance floor. That was something you liked about this place, it was a place where people of all ages-- above the age of 21 of course, could co-exist in harmony. Most of the time. There’s always gonna be those creeps in the crowd.

Speaking of the crowd, it was late, your shift was almost over and the hot air that circulated the venue could make you a bit dizzy at times but you wondered if your eyes were deceiving you.

Was that a baby?

You squinted your eyes, the club was dark enough with all the lights off, its only sources of light coming from the strobes that lasered over the dance floor and the other few coloured LEDs that were scattered here and there. There was some baby seat lined up against the wall a bit further from the lively bodies.

With a bit of a closer look, you noticed the kicking from the opposite side of the seat.

What the hell was a baby doing here?

Now you were the absolute last person to come to when it came to babies, but you had a feeling this wasn’t exactly the friendliest environment for a baby. Broken glass, alcohol, music that was probably loud enough to cause some form of damage to their ears.

Where the hell were their parents? How would a baby even be let in here?

With hesitant steps, you let yourself out of the cubicle-like area you’ve been in all day. Just as you began to make your way towards the seat the shout of your name catches your attention. Your head turns to face the bartender who was begging you to watch the bar for a moment while they went for a smoke break.

“No- I-” Before you could even protest he was scuttling away leaving you stuck behind the bar, yet your eyes never left that baby seat. Your brows furrowing as you observed two very drunk women dance their way a bit too close to the seat. Their long legs outstretching with every powerful step they took--what if they kicked the baby?

It had been too long for you to assume the parents were anywhere around or at least coming back for them. Without thinking you ignored the one obligation the bartender had given you and scurried towards the baby carrier just in time before one of the girls had tripped in its direction.

With swift movements, your hand gripped the handle of the seat and quickly but cautiously carried it behind the bar hiding them out of view from everyone else. Your crouched down and turned the seat to face you-- you were at a loss for words. As mentioned before, you weren’t a baby person but she was the prettiest baby you had ever seen.

She had the cutest nose with chubby cheeks and-

Your head snapped up as you watched Jungkook sprint past the bar with one of the most panicked looks you had ever seen on anyone; It looked like he was moving at the speed of light. By the time you stood up to look in the direction he ran in, he was nowhere in sight.

The music had changed from its club beats to a blaring electronic one and even you could complain about the volume. The sound was ringing in your ears-- It took you a moment to re-evaluate the ringing in your ears to realize that wasn’t the music. Your head lowered to look at the infant who wailed in her seat.

You didn’t know what to do. You had no experience with these things. Your face naturally contorted in stress, unsure of what to do. You couldn’t even gather your thoughts with the deafening tones bouncing off the walls. You needed somewhere quiet.

With some quick thinking, you found yourself carrying her down the quiet halls and into Jungkook’s office. You’re sure he won’t mind, right? You carefully placed her down on the floor in front of the couch you took a seat on. You both stared at each other with blank faces.

Now what? Do you call child protective services? Put out an amber alert? Give her away? All she did was blink at you with teary eyes from her previous state. At least she stopped crying...But some part of you would prefer the crying to the stiff silence that filled the room.

Never in a million years did you think you would have awkward tension with a baby. If you looked at her long enough her beautifully dark eyes seemed to intimidate you ever so slightly.

“Are you judging me?” You question suspiciously before you looked down at your attire, “I promise I don’t dress like this-- I’m usually not covered in fur,” You tried to explain yourself to her while she mindlessly roamed her eyes around your general existence. Once you had finished inspecting yourself you looked back to her, more silence filling the room.

“You don’t talk much huh?” She blinked at you.

“Yeah, I get that. I didn't use to talk much when I was younger, but now some people say I talk a bit too much- What am I doing? She doesn’t even know what I’m saying.” The truthful reality hit you and you stood up, running a hand through your hair.

You took another look around the office, the dark sky beyond the windows let you know that your shift would be over any minute now. You wonder where Jungkook had run off to in such a hurry, he looked like he had seen a ghost.

Speak of the devil, here he was walking in with stress advertising itself all over his body. His shoulders were raised and visibly tight as a hand ran through his hair aggressively while he stormed in. He instantly froze when he saw me standing in the middle of the room.

“What are you doing in here?” You could tell that he tried to calm himself down as he spoke but it still came out forced. “Uh-- well. I- You know what, it’s better if I just show you.” You reached down for the handle of the baby seat and raised her for Jungkook to see. You nearly smiled at the giggle she let out from the sudden motion.

What you weren’t expecting was the way Jungkook sped towards you with relief exuding from his body. “Mira.” With a heavy exhale he says what you could only assume was the baby’s name. Mira huh? That was the name you had heard him say the other day.

You quickly placed her back down to watch Jungkook take her out of her seat, carrying her against him making sure his hands were in their proper positioning to support her. “Oh, so you know this baby?” You point a finger to Mira who seemed to be in a happy place based on the small grin that spread across her face in his hold.

“Yeah, She’s my daughter.” The words were more than enough to pull your eyes out of their sockets. His daughter- He has a kid?! “I could never thank you enough for bringing her here.” He says as he plays with Mira’s fingers. “Yeah. It was nothing really...” You mumble, trying to control your mouth from opening and completely invading his privacy but you just had to know, “What was she doing alone on the floor anyways?” You were too nosy for your own good but you couldn’t help it.

You could see the way his demeanour shifted as he leant down to buckle Mira back into her seat. “Her mother.” You didn’t like the way he said those words at all. They were bitter, dripping with fury maybe even some hatred? You didn’t know what else to say, now you kind of regret asking the question that caused the uncomfortable silence between you.

“Okay well, I’m gonna go.” You point your thumb over your shoulder as you awkwardly stepped back towards the door. “Wait. I don’t know how to thank you.” Jungkook’s words halt your steps. “You could fire me.” The smile blooms on your face a bit too quickly. He sighs with a small laugh, “You know I can’t do that, and I think you would enjoy that too much.” Now it was your turn to sigh, you knew you signed a contract but it was worth a shot.

Your stomach growled animatedly loud which had given Jungkook and idea, “Let me get you something to eat, I know a spot not too far from here.” You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t used to being offered something so genuine. “Okay,” You agreed.

From there the two of you walked to his car that was parked in its designated spot. Some part of you was glad that you had taken him up on his offer since the last place you wanted to go was home. Usually, your father would hire a driver to bring you to work but out of respect for his ego that you bruised yesterday, he cancelled it and forced you to take the bus this morning.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to sit on the seats, you’d chosen to stand for the twenty-minute ride. The smells, the people, the unnecessarily sudden jerks and halts of the vehicle making it an overall traumatic experience. With blank eyes, you observed the way Jungkook assured Mira was strapped in her rear-facing car seat properly through the rearview mirror.

You were still in shock. You couldn’t believe he had a kid.

Too tangled up in your thoughts for you to notice that Jungkook had already taken his seat behind the wheel. The drive was pretty quiet for the most part until you had pulled up to the drive-thru. “Oh- you meant drive-thru..? I thought you meant-” You had actually only been in a drive-thru once, years ago when you were somewhere around the age of 10.

“Did you think I meant a 7-course meal at Lien de Coeur?” He seemed amused with your assumptions. “Well yeah, that’s exactly what I thought you meant.” Your arms were subconsciously crossed as you looked out the window over the dark parking lot.

“Don’t worry, these burgers are going to be better than any filet mignon or soufflé you’ll ever have.” You scoffed at his words, “That statement is too bold to be true.”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to believe me. You’ll see for yourself.” His remark was cocky before he leaned out the window to place an order. He soon pulled into a parking space with the paper bags placed neatly over his suit. He always looked so good in his suits, sometimes you wondered what was underneath-

“This is yours-- Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you realize this is the best meal you will ever have.” Jungkook declares while he handed you the wrapped burger before briefly leaning back between the gap of the seats to check on Mira who was sound asleep.

You hesitantly unwrapped said ‘best burger of all time’ and inhaled the classic fast-food smell. You could feel the hard gaze that eyes your every movement as you moved to take your first bite.

‘Oh my god’ is what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. You let out a condescending hum with your mouth full of the best burger of all time.

“It’s okay.” You lie.

“You don’t even have to admit it, I can see the look on your face and you know it’s good.” Jungkook shrugs as he bites into his own. You leaned back working on another bite before you turned to question him. “How often do you come here?” He hummed as if he really had to think about it.

“Not as often as I’d like.” He admits before popping a few fries in his mouth. “Why can’t you come here all the time? You’re your own boss, you make your hours don’t you?” He laughed quietly as if you had said something comedic. “You’re aware work isn’t my only priority right?” The corner of his lips lifts mockingly as his thumb points to the back seat gesturing to the sleeping baby.

“Right.” You nod slowly before Jungkook takes the chance to ask you a question for a change. “And what about you? Don’t you have better places to be opposed to working in coat check all day?” He snickers after his semi-sarcastic comment.

“Yeah, I do actually.” You did not pick up on the sarcasm at all, “I’m supposed to be on a beach right now having the time of my life with my friends, but no, my dad wants to work me to the bone before I can have any fun.” You noticed the way Jungkook’s brows creased in confusion, “Mm, I’m pretty sure hanging up coats isn’t working you to the bone but I guess we all have different experiences.”

“You said your dad is making you do this?” Jungkook clarifies. You nod your head before detailing the situation. “Yeah, he says he wants me to 'learn the value of a dollar’ which is bullshi-” Your eyes zero in on the finger Jungkook had put up to your lips to stop the curse that was halfway out of your mouth. With a quick motion towards Mira, you understood what he was doing. “But she’s sleeping-” You tried to reason but he cuts you off, “Just in case.” He soon removes his finger from where they rested against your lips letting you continue.

“He thinks he’s teaching me a ‘good life lesson’ when I know that his real goal is to just make money. It’s not a coincidence that he randomly put me to work for your companies right when your partnership started, same goes for cancelling my cards he just wants to save more money regardless if I end up suffering for it because I can’t adjust.” Just the thought of it makes your eyes roll.

This conversation was beginning to make you feel....uneasy? You weren’t used to just pouring out your feelings like this. Usually, you had some sort of filter, but when you were around Jungkook you felt like you could just say what was on your mind with no repercussions. What made the situation even worse was that he was actually listening to you. Every single word that came out of your mouth he was listening. His attention never shifted from you.

“I could tell you were never exactly the working type but if I had known that you were being forced to do this, I would've never signed with your dad, or let your work for me for that matter.” He admits while he begins to pack away the spare wrappers into the paper bag they came in before he paused and looked to you once again.

“Maybe you just need a break. I could arrange a private event for you and your friends. I know the club isn’t exactly a beach but with proper lighting and audio it might seem like it.” You couldn't stop the unfamiliar bloom of warmth in your chest at his proposal.

“Why would you do that?” You didn’t intend for the question to come out ungratefully but it seems that’s how it sounded based on the taken-back look on his face. “No wait-I'm sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, I’m just not used to being around nice people.” Did you just apologize? Was it the food making you like this?

“What I meant to say was thank you for the offer, but even if I invited my ‘friends’ they would show up have a blast then go back to avoiding me. Ever since they found out I got cut off I was instantly excluded from the group. Turns out the one thing my dad was right about was my friends. They were expensive, and now that I can’t keep up with them they dropped me-” As you neared the end of your sentence you suddenly became hyperaware of how much you’ve been talking.

“Sorry, I know I talk a lot.” Another apology? Maybe you were sick. You’ve never had someone just sit and listen to you. You used to have someone like that but your dad completely pushed her away, his own wife. “No it’s fine, I don’t mind. I like listening to you.��

There was that warm feeling again.

“We should probably get going before--Oh, too late.” You cut yourself off as you checked your phone for the first time in the last hour as you read over a dozen warnings your father sent you threatening to change the locks if you weren’t home within the next 15 minutes.

That was 45 minutes ago.

Lately, you’ve noticed that your father was beginning to put some weight behind his threats. For example, after your altercation last night, you had slammed your door. He challenged you to do it again and if you did he would take it down. Long story short you had to change in the bathroom this morning.

“What’s wrong?” You look up from your screen to see Jungkook staring at you with concerned eyes. “Nothing.” You hum. He could tell something was up but he didn’t pry and decided to drop it. He got out of the car to throw away the garbage before getting back in and starting the car.

The car pulled to a slow stop in front of the grand steps of your house. “Well- this was fun. I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime, maybe next time you do the talking.” You make a smart remark before you got out of the car with the sound of his faint laughing behind you.

You pulled out your keys and prayed to the moon that your father was kidding about changing the locks. Nope. He was serious. Your key wouldn’t fit through no matter how much force you put into your wrist. “Is everything okay?” You heard Jungkook’s voice clearer, presumably since he stepped out of the car.

“Yeah, everything is fine. You can go.” You twisted your wrist in a motion that simulated the way it would move as if the door was unlocked but Jungkook wasn’t fooled.

“Get back in the car, Y/n.” He calmly instructed you. You knew you couldn’t get rid of him now, you had no other choice but to obey and meet him back in the passengers' seat. “Your dad?” Jungkook asks as if he already knew the answer. “Yeah, he changed the locks.” With a heavy sigh, you buckled yourself back in as Jungkook drove off the lot.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“You can stay at my place for the night--” The car comes to a slow yet hard stop near the side of the road before he turned to you. “Only if that’s okay with you of course.” He clarifies his previous statement as some form of making sure you were okay with it.

A night at Jungkook’s place? Then again, you could only assume it was better than a night on the street. “Yeah, okay. Thanks...” Your voice trails off at the end not really knowing what to do in this situation.

The car stayed generally quiet for the rest of the ride until he pulled onto his property. The house was a bit smaller than you expected but it was still huge compared to the average house. You had let yourself out while Jungkook worked on unbuckling Mira from the back seat.

You waited for Jungkook to lead the way, up the stairs watching how he carried Mira’s seat so effortlessly in his left hand. He unlocked the front door and held it open for you to walk through. The interior was nicely decorated with a balanced blend of warm and cool tones.

“I’m just going to put her down, I’ll be right back.” He announced walking up the stairs off with his daughter who was still sleeping soundly in her carrier. She must be a heavy sleeper. Jungkook stayed true to his words as it was only a few minutes until he came rushing back down the steps only to lead you back up once again. Isn’t he tired from going up and down?

“You can stay in the guest room for the night.” He leans into the room and turns on the light for you to see better. Part of you wondered if he had designed it himself the way the room was arranged and themed was complimenting to its overall feel. As your eyes scanned the room they landed on the dressers-

“I don’t have any clothes.” You say. Jungkook’s mind seemed to blank at your words. What was he supposed to do? Any nearby shops were closed by now. However, Mira’s mom had some of her clothes here but he didn’t want to give you those. He honestly didn’t even want them in the house anymore.

“I have some extra clothes if you don’t mind wearing them, nothing special just some sweats..” You could see the redness that slowly crept up his neck at the offer.

Sweats? Absolutely not, you’d never be caught dead in sweats, but it's not like you could just sleep naked in someone else’s house so you had to take what you could get.

He was quick with the retrieval of his spare clothes. Your eyes never leaving his frame, watching intently at the way he placed them neatly on the edge of the bed before leaving with the door closing behind him.

You took the chance to change out of your uniform and into the soft fabric of the clothes Jungkook had given you. Holy shit. Is this what it feels like to wear sweats? Have you been missing out this whole time? The pants did not fit you in the slightest, you had to roll up the bottom of the pants along with the wrists of the sweatshirt for them to fit to some extent.

Yet you couldn’t deny your liking to his soft scent that was sewn into the fabric. You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror doing a once-over of your appearance. You couldn’t believe you were wearing sweats in another man’s house. You proceeded to brush your teeth with the spare toothbrush he had given you, splashing your face with water once you had finished. Padding over to turn off the lights, setting the mood for your upcoming slumber.

You snuggled yourself under the warm blankets feeling that familiar habit to check your phone once more before sleeping. With multiple presses to turn it on it refused to cooperate. Did it die? You couldn’t sleep without checking your phone. Inevitably, you found yourself pushing yourself out of bed and walking through the dark hallway in search of Jungkook’s room. Surely he had another charger to spare, right?

It wasn’t hard to locate his whereabouts, you presumed it was the only room with the lights on, and the door was cracked open. If the door is cracked that means you don’t have to knock right? That’s like some unspoken rule. You gently pushed open the door your eyes not ready to see what they saw.

There he was. Jungkook, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips as he was in the middle of drying his semi-damp hair. His upper body was completely exposed, from the defined abs that led up to the matching pecks, you were even able to catch a glimpse of the strong thighs that were hidden behind the towel.

God-like body aside, what shocked you most was the complete sleeve of tattoos that ran from his wrist to his shoulder.

You had never seen him without the suit, but now that you had, it would take years on end to forget it for even a few minutes. You felt waves of heat course through your blood at the sight.

“Y/n!?-” Jungkook’s voice was riddled in shock as he immediately tightened the towel around his hips and tried to cover himself better, but it was too late. The damage was already done.

You couldn’t even apologize and simply closed the door in shock before rushing back to the guest room.

Holy shit.

Yes, everyone knows Jeon Jungkook has an attractive face, that was no secret from the first time you saw him, but now that you had seen the build of his body.... you didn’t know what to think of him anymore. It was starting to seem like he was the whole package. He’s rich but humble, kind-hearted, friendly, hot, good-looking, handsome, attractive- He’s a trap.

You heard footsteps approaching the door, you knew it could only be Jungkook, so you did what any normal person would do after they accidentally invade someone’s privacy. You yanked the covers over your body and pretended to be asleep. You heard a few knocks on the other side of the door until they stopped and were soon followed by the sound of his bedroom door closing.

Suddenly letting go of your breath once you knew that he was gone. You couldn’t believe that just happened. With a heavy roll on to your back now facing the ceiling, you let your eyes flutter shut before falling asleep.

You shoved away from the hand that you felt was attempting to wake you. With a grumble and crease of your brows, you turned your body to the opposite side of the bed to get away from the disturbance. You began to feel frustrated when the same hand returned to your shoulder. “Y/n, you’re going to be late.” You heard the familiar voice warn you but that was the least of your care’s right now. You knew this mattress was all too warm and too soft to be left right now.

You felt him slightly tug on your wrist but to no avail, it flopped right back down onto the plush pillows. Throughout his attempts, you hadn’t opened your eyes once, too comfortable to do so. You couldn’t remember the last time you had the chance to sleep in.

With slow and sluggish movements you raised yourself to a seating position. Giving your eyes a good rub as you looked around the room, noting the gift bags that sat on the edge of the bed with a note. What time was it? With a painful stretch for your phone, you tried to turn it on, remembering that it had died last night--Which explains why you had slept in so late this morning because your alarm never went off.

Lazily crawling out of the covers as you made your way towards the notably expensive presents. You noticed a small letter that was gently attached to it.

Since I know all of your clothes are at your dad’s place I got you bought you some. I didn’t exactly know what you were into so I got a bit of everything.

Enjoy the day off.

-J.JK

His name was signed in such a sophisticated font which makes sense since he’s probably signed his name on numerous million-dollar contracts. At the sight of the black and gold bags that stood on the expensive sheets, there was that same warm feeling developing in your chest like last night but this time you felt it slowly creeping up to your cheeks.

It had been a long time since anyone had bought you something instead of you constantly buying them for yourself. You missed this feeling. You missed the attention.

You were pleasantly surprised by the selection of outfits Jungkook had picked out for you. They weren’t items that were commonly found in your daily wardrobe but that wouldn’t stop you from wearing new clothes. Some of them were a bit out of size since he probably had to guess, but each outfit looked stunning on you. Your favourite outfit from the bag is the peach-coloured skirt paired with the beige long sleeve.

After you had finally gotten yourself out of bed you made your way down the steps, not expecting to see Jungkook sitting on the couch in yet another one of his expensive suits. You couldn’t shake yesterday’s events from your brain. Now every time you saw him you would be fighting off the vivid images of his thick thighs, the tattoos that ran up his arms, the chocolate abs-

“You’re aware that it’s nearly 2 pm right?” Jungkook asks rhetorically as he takes a stand to approach you, picking up his keys on the way over. You weren’t oblivious to the way he sized you up as he got closer, letting the most subtle of smirks creep upon his lips. “You look nice,” He compliments the way the clothes adorned the curves of your body.

“I know,” A grin smearing across your face as you run your hands down the sides of your hips to smooth over the skirt. A small laugh escaping his lips as he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked in the outfit he bought you. It made him want to spoil you a little more.

You looked around the room and noticed the baby mat that was placed neatly in the living room reminding you of the tiny human that led you here in the first place, “Where’s Mira?” Your head casually looking around just in case you overlooked her.

“She’s back with her mom.” He sighs as you follow behind him towards the front door the both of you putting your shoes on even though you’re not too sure where you were going. Every time you mentioned something about Mira’s mom his mood seemed to turn bitter which only made you question the status between them. “I know it’s none of my business but is Mira’s mom your ex-wife?” He stops in his tracks, swiftly turning on his heel wanting to make sure you heard him clearly, “She’s my ex-girlfriend.” You simply nodded, exchanging no other words as you followed him to the car.

Being the gentleman he was it was only second nature for him to open the car door for you like he did the first time he had driven you someplace. He was quick to join you in the driver’s seat and begin to back out of the driveway. You watched the big house quickly become small as the engine revved in acceleration under the pressure of Jungkook’s foot on the pedal. “Where are we going?” You took the chance to finally ask the question that you probably should’ve asked once you got in the car.

“I’m taking you home, where else?” He answers so casually while you felt like you had been sentenced to death. “No.” You object. “What do you mean no?” Jungkook continues to drive, occasionally turning to face you at stop signs and red lights. “I don’t want to go home yet.” Jungkook didn’t need to ask why, he had a pretty good idea of the bad dynamics between you and your father right now.

Silence filled the car while Jungkook let out a soft hum as his fingers tapped against the wheel. “Just drop me off somewhere and I’ll go home later.” You suggest but it was quickly replaced with a different suggestion, “My mom’s birthday is coming up and I was planning on getting her a gift today, I suppose it would help to have a female’s opinion on what to get.” As kind as his words were, you wanted to play with him just a little.

“ ‘A female’s opinion?’ What’s that supposed to mean Jungkook?” Already more than satisfied from his red cheeks and the choke that got stuck in his throat while he tried to re-word his sentence, “No, I didn’t mean it like that. You know because you and my mom are both-- like-” He was on the verge of stuttering, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling to crash the car and end his misery.

“Me and your mom are both what Jungkook? Women? Does that make us less superior to you?” You glare at him with sharp eyes, eyes that he can feel burn through his skin as he makes a left turn. “No! Never-” You’ve had enough fun with him, you didn’t want to make him cry. “I’m just messing with you. I know what you were trying to say.” You laugh as you looked back out the window completely oblivious to the dark glare that was aimed towards you.

It wasn’t long until you had arrived at one of the more expensive malls that were most popular amongst the upper-class citizens. You managed to get out of the car first before you nearly drooled at how he seemed to exit the luxurious car in slow motion. You needed to get it together. Ever since your little invasion of his privacy, it was like you had suddenly become hyperaware of the fact that Jeon Jungkook is in-fact the sexiest man alive.

“C’mon,” He signals for the both of you to walk inside. He led you to a well-known high-end store offering only the best quality of perfumes and jewelry. “Do you have any idea of what kind of scents she likes?” You asked him as the both of you made your way into the store. “I took photos of all the perfumes she likes the most so I was hoping to find a common ground between them,” Jungkook fishes his phone from his back pocket as he shows you the numerous poor-quality pictures of the perfume labels.

“I can’t see a thing, why are these so blurry?” Your eyes squinted trying to make out the images on the screen. “I was in a hurry, I didn’t want her to see me taking pictures or she would get suspicious.” You took the phone from his hands to get a better look, you were able to make out one of the labels and you recognized the shape of another bottle.

“Lucky for you I know two of these bottles. If she likes Blue Royale and Rosé Excelsa... I think I know what she would like..” You lead him towards another section of the store that you know like the back of your hand. Jungkook watched you with a fascinated gaze as your fingers carefully ran through the different bottles before cautiously picking out the tinted glass bottle. “I present to you, Obsidienne,” You hold the bottle in your hand as if displaying it on some tv show.

“It’s a bit closer to the Blue Royale in terms of that aromatic lavender-like fragrance yet there’s a soft but noticeable hint of oriental scents which makes it so pleasant to smell.” Jungkook was stuck in a trance as he listened to you ramble on about the scents. He could tell that you enjoyed this topic from the way your eyes seemed brighter and you couldn’t seem to hide the small smile on your lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You blink with a blank mind, not sure what to do when Jungkook was flat-out staring at you. “Can I smell it?” He asks which had you instantly looking around for the tester bottle. It was on the top shelf. The shelf you couldn’t reach. With pained shoulders and help from your heels, your fingers were mere centimetres away from reaching, you tried stretching out your arms as far as possible but it wasn’t enough. You weren’t even short in your opinion, you were 5′7″ on a good day, so struggling to reach for something on a shelf was an all-new experience for you.

“Who even puts glass up this high?” You hiss under your breath as you watch your fingers miss the bottle once again. Letting out a huff before trying again, this time your arm was overshadowed by a bigger one. The second presence surprising you enough to have you taking a few steps back as you watched Jungkook effortlessly reach the bottle. He looked down at you with that teasing grin before handing it to you.

He looked at you expectantly. “What?” You question his persistent eye contact with a snarky tone. “This is where you say Thank you...” He leads on waiting for you to say the words yourself. “I didn’t ask you for your help, I would’ve gotten it eventually.” Those were definitely not the words he wanted you to say, but what did he expect.

“Here,” You spray the perfume on your wrist letting it air briefly out so that it wouldn’t be too strong for his nose. You raise your wrist towards his face watching his face become delighted with the scent. “It’s really nice. I think she’ll like it.” Before you knew it the both of you were walking back to the counter to check out. You couldn’t help yourself from wandering towards the delicate diamonds on display under the glass counter. One specific necklace caught your eye and you could see all the outfits it would pair perfectly with.

If only your card wasn’t cancelled you wouldn’t have wasted a second to purchase it.

You heard some inaudible chatter beside you but you were too focused on dazzling accessory to tune into it. You were startled to see two gloved hands slowly taking your desired jewelry out of view from underneath the glass.

You watched as she carefully packaged it in its respective velvet box before placing it in another small bag with its minimalistic logo. Your eyes filled with confusion as she hands the bag over to Jungkook. “Your mom likes those diamonds too?” Jungkook smiles slightly as he approached you with the bag. “No, They’re for you.” He says it so casually while you tried to figure out his intentions, “A thank you for helping me.” He places the bag in your hands before you begin to walk to your next destination.

You wanted to object to such an expensive gift. You knew you should’ve but how could you? They were so beautiful, and you knew he must’ve been watching you as you admired them in order to know exactly which ones to get. How could you deny him? You smiled back at him graciously without actually saying ‘Thank you’. You seemed to struggle with vocalizing your gratitude.

The both of you walked to the other end of the mall towards the entrance of some baby store. Jungkook sensed your suddenly tense behaviour, “You don’t need to come in. I’ll be quick-” He suggested but you were a grown-ass woman you weren’t gonna let yourself be intimidated by some baby formula and onesies.

“No no, I’ll come.” You insist on following behind him into the store whose shelves were lined with all kinds of baby devices that you had never even seen before. Jungkook rounded the corner into the next aisle that was filled with some of the most adorable outfits. Your regret of coming in here was somewhat wiped away as you laid your eyes on a baby-sized vintage blue romper.

“Do you think it’d look cute on her?” Jungkook checks in for your opinion as he takes the romper off the hook holding it up to get a better look at it. “Yeah,” You agree as your mind is filled with pictures of how adorable his daughter would look in the outfit. Sure you had only met her once but she made quite the impression from her big brown eyes that seemed to intimidate you.

“How old is she?” You take the time to ask for Mira’s age as you searched through the different sizes. “She’ll be ten months in.....two weeks?” Your eyes landing on the 10M tag before pulling it out--

What were you doing? You were helping someone buy baby clothes? Just yesterday the only thing on your mind was you, white sand beaches and a margarita in your hand while you danced in the sunset.

You weren’t the only one surprised by your sudden change of behaviour. Jungkook’s mind was still running with memories of you cursing out the customer the other day, now you were helping him shop? Clearly, there was another side to you than what meets the eye but Jungkook had known this for a while now.

“How did you feel when you found out you were gonna have a baby?” You asked him as you went back to following behind him through the aisles as he picked up what he needed. “Ah, well I never really knew I was going to have a kid. It kind of just happened. I was in Dubai celebrating with a few friends when I get a call letting me know that my ex-girlfriend just gave birth to my child the night before?” He grins in confusion as he recalls the memory.

“Oh... That’s...” You were at a loss for words at such an experience, “Quite the news to get on your 25th birthday, I know.” He filled in the rest of your sentence as he moved to the checkout area, placing down the items on the conveyor belt. Your brain subconsciously focusing on his age “So you’re 26?” He confirms your inquiry with a nod of his head as he paid for the items, putting them into their respective bags before heading out.

He’s 26. Three whole years older than you. The age gap wasn’t an issue to you. Growing up, you were surrounded by couples whose age gaps were somewhere up in the twenties. You just couldn't believe he was 26. Yeah, all the signs were there but you had ignored them, probably too busy staring at the diamonds he had bought you.

The two of you walked side by side as you listened to Jungkook talk about other plans he had for the rest of the day, you involuntarily stopped listening once your eyes landed on a familiar figure walking as opposed to you. Gently giving Jungkook a nudge to his side as you gestured towards the woman with the long dark hair and that same knock-off bag.

“Look, that’s the girl who stole the lady’s jacket.” Jungkook’s head snapped in her direction with an unreadable expression as he casually sped towards her. Should you stay where you were? That was probably the more mindful decision but if you stayed put you wouldn’t be able to hear what he was saying, so you matched his pace until the both of you were in front of her.

You didn’t have to look closely to tell she was more than shocked to see Jungkook in front of her. “What are you doing here?” She scoffed at his question, placing her hands on her hips before giving him a smug remark. “You know your mom’s birthday is coming up, it would be rude if I didn’t get her anything, wouldn’t it?” Jungkook was unrecognizable through his dark eyes and furious demeanour.

“Where’s Mira?” Your brain was beginning to ache from trying to piece together the conversation. Other than the incident at coat-check how would they know each other? Why the hell would she be buying a gift for his mom-- and why would Jungkook as her where his daughter is-- Holy Shit. Is she Mira’s mom?

“Can you calm down? She’s with my parents.” You heard Jungkook take a sharp inhale through his nose seemingly trying to calm himself down. “Lina, you can’t just push her aside every time you have other plans.” It seems that his self-meditation failed as he reprimanded her. Even you were beginning to feel uncomfortable and decided to step away giving them time to talk out whatever exactly it was that needed to be said.

As hard as you tried to mind your business pretending to look through the windows of the nearby stores you heard Lina bring up your presence, “So I can’t drop Mira off at your work, but it’s okay for you to hang out with some chick when I thought you were supposed to be working today?” Some chick?

You knew it would make you look bad if you suddenly joined their conversation as if you never left but you had no choice. You refused to be badmouthed as if you weren’t a few feet away. “Some chick? I’m not just some chick. I’m the one who actually made sure your daughter wasn’t kidnapped after you neglected her and left her on the floor back at the club.” The offence was obvious in your voice but it was washed away with satisfaction as you watched her ego deflate.

“So what? Is she your new girlfriend or something?” Lina eyes you down with disgust but you knew she noticed the designer gift bag clutched in your left hand. “No, she’s not my girlfriend. Lina--,” Jungkook sighs heavily as he rubs his temples with stress evident on his face, “Just do what you need to do and take care of Mira, please.” You could tell this wasn’t the first time they had a conversation like this. It nearly felt as if they both knew how it would end.

“I’m almost done.” With one last roll of her eyes and a final glare towards you, she walked past you, making sure her bag bumped into you as she did so.

“I’m sorry about that,” Jungkook apologizes as he turns to face you once again. You suppose it was going to be a common emotion of not knowing what to say around Jungkook just like now. You felt the obnoxious itch in the back of your mind to ask him to fill you in on the status of their relationship but even you knew that would be too intrusive of a question. Instead, you silently followed him back to the car

The sky was getting darker with every passing minute. You didn’t realize how long you both had taken inside until you had caught a glimpse of the time on Jungkook’s phone since yours was still dead. The drive was silent, a common thing between the two of you, but it wasn’t the usually comfortable silence. You both were avoiding the elephant in the room as he drove you home.

It felt like torture not questioning him about his somewhat psycho of an ex, but you had to deal with respecting the boundaries if you didn’t want him to ask you about your father. You wished the roads would extend the closer you got to home so that you would never arrive, but dreams don’t come true.

Jungkook turned onto the property, stopping in front of the large steps like he did last time. A small sigh escaping your lips as you gathered your stuff making sure you collected your belongings. “Thanks for the help today,” You hear him thank you as you got out of the car, adjusting yourself to give him a half-smile before you made your way to ring the bell.

Ringing the bell was something you knew you couldn’t have even bothered to do yesterday knowing your father would probably ignore it until you stopped and ‘learned your lesson’.

The door swings open to reveal your unfortunately biological guardian with a bitter expression on his face, “Look who decided to come home.” You already regret coming back. With a quick spin on your heels, you waved back to Jungkook letting him know that he could leave before any possible arguments broke out in front of him.

“It’s not like you opened the door yesterday. I know you heard me trying to get in last night.” Your teeth grind as you push past him inside. “Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson then. There he goes again.

“So where did you stay last night?”

As badly as you wanted to say that you stayed on the street and sold nude photos of your body to the men in his workplace for money, you knew better than to give him a heart attack in the middle of the week. “Jungkook let me stay with him for the night.”

A bitter expression made itself visible on your father’s features at your words. “What?” A scoff flying past your lips on reflex once you noticed his change of emotion. “Be careful around him Y/n. He’s a business partner, I don’t need you ruining our contract.” Your fist tightened around the strap of the gift bag that you handled in your right hand.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Just don’t do what you always do.” You didn’t know who he thought he was talking to, to think that was the end of the conversation based on the way he had begun to walk away from you. “Explain what you mean by that.” Taking small steps towards him to make sure you wouldn’t miss a single word that he was about to say.

“I’m talking about putting yourself into a position that you had your heart set on then fleeing weeks later.” Your brow raised at his vague statement. “Don’t you remember when you were little, you dreamed about doing ballet so that you could be a ballerina, you begged me to enroll you for months, so I did. In less than two weeks you were begging to quit.”

In your defence, the pointe shoes were uncomfortable- “Then you did the same routine with soccer, softball, tennis, violin, swimming-- The list could go on but the pattern stays the same. You saw something you wanted, you got it, then you got bored of it.”

This was news to you. You vaguely recalled participating in the rest of those activities but you vividly remembered why you quit soccer. The cleats. They still haunted you in your sleep from time to time, the horrendous colour schemes, the ugly bulges at the bottom of the shoe, but that wasn’t even the worst part. You had been kicked in the ankle by someone from your opposing team and to this day, no words could describe the pain you felt. You didn’t care if it was a normal thing that came with the sport. You wanted out.

“So what? What does this have to do with Jungkook?” Your arms crossing involuntarily while your voice let hints of irritation slip.

“It means that before you even think about putting yourself in any type of relationship other than professional with him, think about how it will affect our partnership first.” Of course, it was about his business. It was never about you, and to think that for the slightest second you thought he would be considering your feelings, but no. Of course not. The company always came first.

For the umpteenth time today, you were speechless. With a water-tight grip on your belongings, your nostrils flaring ever so slightly towards your father before you made your way to your room. A slam of your door would be the perfect touch to conclude your conversation however, the last time you did that it was taken down, and is yet to be put back up.

Bad luck is always on your side. Proof? Only when you finally entered your room did you remember the gifts that Jungkook had brought to you this morning, the ones that you left at his place. Great.

You placed the bag that contained the stunning diamond necklace on your duvet before you got ready for bed.

You were back in your unflattering black-on-black uniform, slouched over the counter with your finally charged phone in hand, using it as a pastime while you waited for more guests. “What exactly does the ‘no phone while working’ rule mean to you?” Jungkook’s playful voice completely caught you off guard. You hastily slipped your phone into your back pocket, standing straight up to properly face him.

You couldn’t help the weird mutation of excitement that you felt when you saw him. He was in yet another sharp suit, not a single flaw about it to be pointed out. “I didn’t know you were coming in today.” That definitely wasn’t the best thing you could’ve said to your boss who just caught you on your phone but you hoped you would be able to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“Ah, yeah. Turns out there are still some papers I have to fill out, hopefully, I can finish them before lunch.” You nodded slowly before he dismissed himself and headed to his office. Your brain had a mind of its own and it led you to wonder how he worked best. Would he take off his blazer, revealing the broad shoulders that his under his dress shirt? Would his brows crease ever so slightly while his jaw locked in concentration on the papers before him, giving him that handsome and dominant look-

You needed a cold shower stat.

It took skill to go from fantasizing about your boss one minute to fighting with an obnoxious customer the next which is exactly how you found yourself throwing some vile words at her that you’re sure you might regret later.

“You stained my coat! How am I supposed to get this out?!” The old lady screeched at you, loud enough to be heard over the music. Honestly, you were one more dumb accusation away from throwing yourself across the counter and fighting a customer. “That stain was there long before you brought it in here, can’t you tell from how faded it is?” Being annoyed was an understatement. Pissed off was a better expression for how you had been feeling while the lady bickered with you for the last ten minutes.

“This is going to take ages to fix!” She complained. For someone as old as she was, her persistence on such a dumb little issue surprised you. You felt the presence of another person appear to your right, presumably Jungkook but you ignore it for now.

“Just throw the coat away then! It’s ugly and you’ll probably die before you can get the stain out because let’s face it lady your time is almost up--” If only you could frame the image of her jaw on the floor but you didn’t get the chance to since you felt a strong grip on your wrist and you were quickly being pulled down the hallway.

“What are you doing? Can’t you see I’m dealing with a customer?” Sass was rolling off your tongue by nature but it was quickly shut down when Jungkook began to reprimand you. “That’s not how you deal with a guest, Y/n. You can’t go around saying they’re going to die soon just because they’re accusing you of something.” He looked down on you with dark eyes.

You knew to him it was more than just this one guest. He was thinking ahead, anyhow she goes back to her social groups and spreads negative reviews of the club it could ruin everything. Yeah, the chances of that were slim, but not impossible.

“But she’s saying that I-” Jungkook quickly hushed you as you both watched another employee walk down the hall and enter the bathroom. Jungkook took this as a sign to have your conversation in a more private area, he ushered you into his office and closed the door behind him. “Sorry, continue.” He urges you to finish was you were saying.

That was weird. Usually, when someone shushed you they didn’t want to hear you speak for the rest of the day, so being given this opportunity was new to you. As you gathered your thoughts on what you were going to say, you realized your impulsive nature couldn’t justify your words.

“Did you forget what you were going to say?” Jungkook checks in on your interrupted thought process. “I was going to say that she was accusing me of doing something that I didn’t do, but I can kind of see why that’s not the best excuse to say what I said.” Jungkook’s face reflected exactly what he was thinking.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned his long-lasting gaze.

“I’m just impressed that’s all. I don’t think you would’ve been able to admit something like that a few weeks ago.” Hm? You never really thought about it that way. Even though you hated working here, just being away from your father made you feel like you could grow a little more and mature, unlike back at home where you were treated like a child. You couldn’t stop the arrogant grin that crawled its way onto your face at his acknowledgement.

If only you knew how badly Jungkook had wanted to flatter you with compliments at that moment. He wanted to see you smile more. He liked seeing you happy. With a subtle clear of his throat, he made another proposal, “I’m just about finished here with my work, and I’m sure you could use a break from coat-check-”

You had a pretty good idea of where he was going with this and you would do anything for some time away from the labour you’re forced to go through every day. “Yes.” You agreed to his unfinished sentence, pulling a laugh out of him, “I didn’t even finish what I was going to say.”

“I don’t care, just yes.” You were eager for a break, even if yours started in no less than ten minutes. You’d take as much time off that you could get.

“Okay great, I’m so glad that you’ll help me restock inventory, clean the bathrooms and drop off some files.” Your face froze in horror while Jungkook’s head tilted back with a belly laugh at sight your face. “I’m just kidding, but we could grab lunch at that same spot again? Maybe this time you don’t lie about the food being ‘okay’ when you know it's the best?” His fingers made air quotes to emphasize the ‘okay’.

You knew the food was good, but you would never admit such a thing. “As I said, it was okay.” You shrugged off his words but you couldn’t shake off the buzz of elation that was beginning to run through you at the thought of spending lunch with Jungkook.

---

If only you had known that one friendly lunch date was merely the first of many. For the next month, Jungkook would find himself insisting on treating you to lunch, whether he was taking you to a new spot in town or ordering in. He even occasionally brought home-cooked meals that not even you could resist admitting were pretty damn good.

You relished in all the attention he was giving you. He could listen to you talk for hours on end but you made sure that he got a chance to speak. Turns out Jungkook had his own revealing stories to share. What shocked you most was hearing him talk about nearly being arrested with his friends back in the eleventh grade.

You could feel your ambition to be closer to him build with every conversation that you exchanged. With every gaze between you that lasted too long to be considered casual. Your heart began to flutter with every accidental but awakening touch that you shared while both grabbing for the same takeout containers. You were starting to like him and you were horrified.

Jungkook on the other hand was only panicking slightly. He liked you. He knew he did. This was no question from the moment you had helped him pick out a gift for his mother’s birthday (Which she loved by the way). He already had a semi-soft spot for you from a few weeks prior, but now, it was obvious. Anytime you complained about your job being slow or your feet hurting from standing all day he would invite you to relax in his office for fifteen minutes.

It started as fifteen minutes, which soon turned to twenty then to thirty-- to the point where you could simply ask him for an hour break in the middle of your shift and he would let you. He didn’t know how to say no to you. Sure, there was always a lineup of customers who were impatiently waiting for your return but you needed the break. Not just to relax but to satiate your craving to be in Jungkook’s presence.

Your hands clasped over your mouth while your heart ached at the adorable photo of Mira wearing the blue romper you had picked out for her. “She looks so cute,” There was that weird feeling again. The one that made you freeze and re-evaluate what your life has come to; cooing at baby pictures and finding yourself slowly but surely building a genuine connection with Jungkook, something you haven’t done in years.

The proximity between the two of you had gone unnoticed while Jungkook swiped through the numerous galleries dedicated to Mira on his phone.

“Jungkook! I’m-” You nearly leaped out of your skin at the sound of the door bursting open and making way for a formally dressed Lina who stepped through the door without a care for knocking. You took note of the familiar baby carrier hooked in the palm of her hand.

“What’s she doing in here?” She didn’t even bother to finish what she was in the middle of obnoxiously announcing as she invited herself in before her finger was pointed at you. “-More importantly, why are you in here?” Jungkook turns the question back on her. “I’m leaving Mira with you, Natalie’s baby shower starts in fifteen minutes and the sitter is busy.”

“How about you take care of your own child before going to someone else’s baby shower? You’ve called a sitter four times this week and it’s only Wednesday.” Ooh. You leaned against the wall, silently watching the drama unfold.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you calling me a bad mom?” With the few times you had met Lina, you could get a good idea of her personality and you weren’t liking it. “What? No, I’m not calling you a bad mom. I’m saying you need to spend more time with her. It doesn’t feel like you’re putting in any effort to be with her.”

The astonishment that came over her expression tested your self-control not to laugh. However, the flesh is weak, you found yourself letting out a small chuckle. You felt as if there were knives to your neck when all the attention was suddenly on you. Lina’s brow raised along with her suspicions. “You again? Are you the one making Jungkook think like this-?” What is with her and the absurd accusations?

“Lina that’s enough. Go to where you need to go, I’ll take her for now and bring her back later.” You watched Lina pass Jungkook the carrier giving you a glimpse of the wide-eyed child. She was definitely more awake compared to the last time you had seen her. With one last glare in your direction, Lina walked out.

With a heavy sigh, Jungkook placed Mira back down on the floor but his smile didn't falter when he looked at her. “Well- uh, I should get back out there my break is over soon.” Usually, you would never leave before your break was over, using up every last second but when Jungkook seemed so focused on Mira you almost felt like you didn’t belong in the same room as the baby.

“You-” Jungkook’s words were cut off from the soft sounds of his ringtone and the familiar buzzing sound from his phone. He swiftly answers to it and almost immediately his face is riddled in panic. “I hate to do this to you, but could you watch Mira for just a minute. There’s a barfight and it’s getting out of control.” You could tell he didn’t want to burden you but how could you say no to his kind request.

“Okay...?” The answer came out more like a question than a response but he was already rushing out past the office door, leaving just you.... and the baby with big, brown, intimidating eyes. God! Why was she looking at you like that? “Do I smell or something?” You raised your arm trying to get a whiff of your scent but you didn't smell anything foul-- She giggled.

“Are you laughing at me- Wait- Did you just laugh?” You were stunned, for a second you were beginning to wonder if she was only capable of one look when it came to you. You moved your arms in the similar way that you had previously earned another small laugh from her, showing off the few tiny teeth that poked through her gums.

This was how you found yourself trying to keep her entertained, enjoying the way she babbled incoherent words at your amusing tactics to keep her smiling. “You know, you’re not so scary when you smile.” You crouched down to her level. Her eyes following you the whole way down.

You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t a bit proud of yourself for keeping her busy for so long-- Good things don't last.

You were frightened from Mira’s sudden cries that rang in your ears. “No no no, why are you crying?--” You reached for the handle of the carrier trying to gently rock her back and forth but it only seemed to make it worse.

Now you were the one who was ready to cry. You watched Mira’s eyes well up with tears and her cries only seemed to get louder. “Do you want a toy? Are you bored again? Am I the issue?” Your words came out rushed as you began to panic not knowing what to do-- Where was Jungkook?! “Please stop crying- I don’t know what you want from me?”

You didn’t know why you even bothered asking her what was wrong, you knew she wouldn’t just magically withhold the vocabulary to answer you.

“I’m sorry that took so long- ” Jungkook sped towards you and the bawling infant. It was like he knew immediately what was wrong within seconds of hearing her cries. He was quick to unbuckle her from the seat while you simply observed from a distance with freight in your eyes as Jungkook lifted her in the high in the air with a quiet sniff from his nose.

“Hm, someone made a mess of their diaper huh?” He chuckles lightly while Mira seems to have calmed down a bit once she knew she was in Jungkook’s arms. A dirty diaper. Of course. You were never the one to go to when it came to babies but you felt ashamed of the fact that thought never crossed your mind.

You found it nice that Jungkook just seemed to casually have a whole baby changing station worth of products under his desk for a moment like this. You knew what came next once you saw Jungkook pull out the fresh diapers from the bag and immediately excused yourself out of the room for their privacy.

-----

You’re being set up.

You knew you were.

Almost every day for the last few weeks you had been coming home to your father more pissed than the night before; informing you of the supposed chaos you would cause during your shift. Such extreme situations that you know for a fact did not happen.

Apparently, you were stealing? Caught destroying the venue’s property and blatantly cursed out a customer. Now, that last one could’ve been true, but the rest were definitely false.

Thanks to whoever was spreading these rumours, you were treading on thin ice with your father. One more slip up then you’re out of the house and cut off for good.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute?” Jungkook pulls you away from your station leading you to his office. You already had a bad feeling that you already knew what this was about but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

With shaky breaths you watched him seat himself at his desk before sliding open the drawers and pulling out some papers? You couldn’t see the top of his desk from the distance you stood from him.

“I’m sure you know why I brought you in here?” He was using his professional voice. You haven’t heard him use this tone since you first started working here. It was too different of a tone compared to his friendly and sweet one.

“No, I don’t.” You decided to act oblivious.

“Well, I’ve been made aware of some....unprofessional behaviour.” He clears his throat before adjusting his posture sit up even more straight than he was before. His index finger raised, beckoning you with a fluid motion. You stepped forward towards the desk not so sure why you were feeling guilty when you knew you didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe you were just used to being blamed for things you weren’t responsible for?

“Before I ask you this question. I’m not asking you this as your friend, I’m asking you this as your boss.” Your boss. What was it about those words that made you feel the need to obey or maybe disobey? Whatever, now wasn’t the time. You were on trial for crimes you didn’t commit.

He turned what you thought were papers but actually seemed to be photos. Photos of someone whose silhouette looked a disturbing amount similar to yours spray painting the side of the building. “Is this you?” You’d be lying if you said you weren’t hurt even a little bit that Jungkook was questioning you about doing something like this, but like he said, he wasn’t asking you this as your friend. He’s your boss, it was his job.

“No that isn’t me.” Jungkook lets go of his breath at your honest statement. “Okay.” He drops the photos back down on the counter, leaning back in his chair. “That’s it? You’re not gonna ask me if I’m sure that isn’t me?” You were a bit stuck in disbelief. He shrugs, “If you say it isn’t you, then I believe you.” You weren’t used to someone having so much faith in you, ever. The way it seemed that Jungkook would never second-guess you was so... attractive?

Another week, another day where you spend your free time scrolling through your phone during the dead hours of your shift. What else were you supposed to do? Count the strands of fur on each Jacket? Jungkook had given up on reminding you about being on the phone and you were glad.

You scrolled past some news article for an expected heavy storm to roll in later tonight which explains why the club was emptier than usual today, it was still crowded, but not as crowded. There were faint sounds of arguing that had slipped their way into earshot but you ignored it until it began to get louder, probably because it had moved from being beyond the entrance doors to right in front of you.

“It was her!” The stranger's finger was pointed right at you while she tried to fight off the bouncers who were holding her back. ‘Me?’ You thought.

“What did I do?”

“You took my wallet when I wasn’t looking!” Honestly, you were well past your limit with these accusations. The only thing stopping you from throwing yourself across the counter and strangling her was the mere fact that you had gotten your nails done yesterday.

Maybe some context would be good first.

You held up a hand to the bouncers, another perk of frequently being associated with Jungkook, some of his authority had washed off onto you. The bouncers ceased their actions upon your request and let the woman approach you. Throwing her expensive bag in your face before she split it open, showing basic things you would find in a purse. “See that? No wallet. I left my purse on the counter for 5 seconds here and when I get home my wallet is gone?”

“Ok? So you lost your wallet. Why would I have taken it?” Your arms crossed as you questioned her accusations.

“Because a friend of mine had been in a similar situation with you. She says you had stolen her jacket.” The damned old lady was spreading lies about you even though the jacket was returned? She knows you weren’t even the one who had taken the jacket in the first place it was-

Lina.

You couldn’t be sure but you knew she was behind this somehow. The fact that this incident is happening while Jungkook is with Mira at a doctor’s appointment can’t be some coincidence. She’s the only other person who would know that Jungkook would be gone right now.

Before you could even react the customer was rounding the counter and barging into your section, yanking up the purse of your own and zipping it open. “What are you doing?!” By now a small crowd had somehow managed to crowd around your station.

Of course, the one time the party animals have a decent sense of hearing over the blaring music, it’s when your personal space is being invaded. “See!” She announces, pulling out an unfamiliar purple leather wallet from your bag. What?!

“That wasn’t in my purse before. I didn’t take that!” Your insistence was taken as a joke. Nobody believed you. You were being framed but no one would listen to you. Whoever had planted that wallet in your purse must be getting a laugh out of the fool they made you. You felt like crying at the sight of everyone pointing and accusing you. You were innocent, but they didn’t care.

Your shift ended with your stomach twisting in fearful anticipation. You weren’t sure how, but your father always managed to find a way to hear about your work performance ever since Jungkook had stopped updating him. You had been waiting outside under the dark and cloudy sky waiting for your driver to pick you up but he wasn't going to show up and it took you an hour to realize that.

Part of you wanted to call Jungkook knowing he would be there in a heartbeat but it was late. Every time you tried to wave down a taxi they would simply drive past you, either preoccupied or avoiding you on purpose.

With dreadful eyes, you dragged your feet to the bus stop. A few droplets of water hitting the backs of your hands as you waited for the bus. God, you hoped it wouldn’t start raining until you were home. But luck was never on your side, you knew that.

It had already started to pour once you had gotten off the bus, you did your best to protect your purse from the heavy droplets of rain that pounded over you. The walk felt even longer with the added chill of the night. All you wanted to do was to go home, take a steaming hot shower and sleep until you were 50.

Well, maybe you could sleep and shower at the same time

...

Your bed was sitting out on the front lawn along with everything else from your bedroom being rained on. “No..” You gasped. Your feet were sore from walking around in these flats all day, but the pain seemed to subside once you noticed that your key didn’t fit into the lock of the front door....or any of the doors for that matter. He changed the locks, again.

Your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach. You knew what was happening but you couldn’t come to terms with it. Your hair was flat as the rain continued to soak you from your head to your feet. Clearly, your father had heard about what happened today. So finally, after 5 years of him threatening to kick you out, he finally did it.

Your throat felt tight as you gathered a few things from off the grass of your front lawn. You ached everywhere. You felt like a loser, from being framed in public to retrieving your soaked belongings from the dirt in the same day was doing your mentality no justice.

The loud claps of thunder that roared throughout the sky startled you but you were forced to get used to it. You would be out here for a while. You were only able to grab the things you could fit in your purse but you made sure to get your hands on the necklace Jungkook had given you.

Now what? Where were you supposed to go? It’s not like any of your ‘friends’ would pick up your calls. They’ve been avoiding you like the plague for weeks now, uninterested unless you had news that would benefit them.

You dragged your feet to the only place you knew that would give you a chance. With quiet cries and consumed by devastation you found yourself walking a few kilometres to Jungkook’s place. You knew a driver wouldn’t let you on the bus in the condition you were in so you didn’t bother.

With little-to-no energy, you rang the doorbell, cringing at how loud it sounded. Moments went by and there was no answer. He was probably sleeping. No one in their right mind would open the door at this time of night. A silent sob leaving your lips as you fell to your knees, weak and cold. There was nothing you hated more than your life turning into a total cliché.

“Y/n?!” You heard the click of the door opening. You instantly felt strong arms helping you up to your feet, ushering you inside. Every step felt like it was sucking the life out of you. You were exhausted but it didn’t stop the soft smile that spread across your lips as Jungkook helped you take your shoes off before escorting you to the same guest room that you stayed in before.

He didn’t ask questions. He never asked questions. He knew you would tell him when you were ready so he didn’t rush you. All you needed to do right now was rest, but you wanted to shower first. “I’m okay, do you mind if I..” Your fingers pointed to the bathroom, “No-yeah, of course.” Jungkook nods before leaving the room. You took that long shower that you needed, convincing yourself that you were going to be fine for most of it until you cried again.

Your heart warmed at the sight of fresh sweats that Jungkook had left neatly folded on the bed, you even noticed the bag of clothes you had left behind in the same spot that they were in last time. You would wear the clothes Jungkook got you but they weren't as comfortable as his.

Quickly changing and hanging up your towel to dry before you cautiously stepped out into the hallway, feeling that you owed Jungkook an explanation for just showing up unannounced. You followed the light in the dark hallway back to his room, making sure to knock this time.

He gave you a cue to enter to which you followed and your eyes were forced to scan the big room until they finally landed on Jungkook who was sitting upright beside Mira while she was fast asleep in a co-sleeping crib. “Hi.” Jungkook’s voice was hushed but still friendly as he noticed you walk in.

“Hi..” You were already awkward and you had barely made it to the foot of the bed yet while he sat at the head. “Thanks for letting me stay the night. I guess I finally got my dads' last nerve after what happened at work today, even though I’m being wrongfully accused.” You had filled him in on what exactly happened today while he was gone.

“So do you have any idea who put the wallet in your bag?” He asks you.

Now, how do you accuse his ex-girlfriend aka the mother of his child of framing you without actually saying it?

You stayed silent but it was as if he could see right through you, “Alright, c’mon, spit it out,” He encourages you, placing a hand on the blanket, patting it for you to sit since you had been standing this whole time.

You joined him on the bed, cross-legged like you were back in middle school gossiping about the rumoured crushes between your classmates.

“I think it’s Lina.” Jungkook’s face noticeably frowned at your words. ��Can you tell me why you think that?” He said it kindly, but still curious as to how you’ve come to that conclusion.

You gave him your reasoning making sure to mention that this series of accusations against you picked up right after she had seen you in Jungkook’s office looking at pictures on his phone. “Did this altercation today include the bouncers?” Jungkook questions you about the previous events of the day.

You nod which seemed to trigger a heavy sigh to push past his lips. “You may be right. During the appointment today she was on her phone, volume was maxed when she opened some video, which obviously caught my attention, all I saw were two bouncers holding someone back, but of course, it was all so fast I couldn’t get the chance to ask if the video was from the club,” Jungkook informs you while a mini celebration took place in your mind. Of course, you were right.

But you kind of felt bad that Jungkook was eternally attached to his crazy ex who was trying to get you fired.

“I’ll talk to her about it. I’m sorry that she keeps getting to you. She’s always had an issue with boundaries when it came to work, hence why she just barges in whenever she pleases.” You gulp at the last part of his statement.

“I barge in your office whenever I please too..” You looked straight into his eyes that smiled before his mouth did at your words. “You don’t necessarily barge in as she does, it’s more of a ‘Hi, I’m in your office now’. Besides, I genuinely enjoy your company.” You chuckled lightly at the comedic way he had expressed the way you enter his office, but you couldn’t ignore the way your eyes kept dropping from his eyes to his lips before shooting back up to his eyes, just for the cycle to repeat.

Silence had fallen over the conversation unless Jungkook could hear the voice in your head screaming to kiss him. You could hear your heart beating through your ears as you watched Jungkook lean closer to you--

Both of your heads turned immediately to face the moving object in your peripheral vision. The both of you watching as Mira turned from her back onto her stomach which pulled a small laugh from her dad.

“She always does this. No matter how many times I put her to sleep on her back she just ends up rolling onto her tummy.” You smiled at his words while your eyes focused on the 10-month old, now faced down, small fists balled up by her head. “She really is the cutest baby I’ve ever seen.” You didn’t know you said it out loud until you heard a snicker from Jungkook.

You turned to face him again, “I’m serious. She’s too cute to be real.” It was strange, usually, babies take after one parent more than the other but Mira seemed to have a perfect balance between Lina and Jungkook. She had her mother’s full lips but had a similar eye shape to Jungkook’s.

“She is isn’t she?” Jungkook didn’t even deny it. The second round of silence was your unspoken cue to say your farewells and make your way back to the guest room letting Jungkook sleep and giving you a chance to catch up on your own.

----

It was minutes to three by the time you had woken up, and you woke up to the best sight possible. More gifts at the edge of the bed. Not as luxurious as the other presents he had given you since these clothes were more pyjama-themed and designed for comfort, but you still loved them. Just like last time your eyes landed on a card that you seemingly overlooked once you saw the presents.

Decided you would probably prefer your own stuff to sleep in than my clothes all night. If you want anything else I left my card on the nightstand. Work is probably the last thing on your mind but in case you were wondering, someone was able to cover your shift today.

-J.JK

Now you wished that you did get to kiss him last night. Everything he did just seemed to ooze attractiveness. It was truly a miracle that you haven’t pounced on him by now. You leaned over to look at the nightstand, expecting to see his business card but you were mistaken.

It was a sleek, black and gold credit card.

Oh boy.

He was so thoughtful, but he didn’t know what he was getting himself into by leaving you his credit card. You made sure to text him and give him a rundown of the things you could do with this type of accessibility. You needed to make sure he was okay with it first. You included just a few of the prices of the things you had wanted since the day you were cut off.

‘Get anything you want’

No words on earth have ever made you feel the way you did now. You were excited but flattered at the same time. Maybe even a bit curious as to how much money he made to have not been intimidated by your prices even the slightest bit. Well, what were you waiting for? You had a credit card and a lot of time today. You were going on a shopping spree that was long overdue.

---

Twelve bags, a spa day and two pairs of diamond earrings later, you finally found yourself waddling back inside Jungkook’s place with every single bag hanging from off your arms. It was truly a talent.

“Looks like you had fun.” Jungkook wasn’t phased by the amount of bags that you juggled before he helped take some from you. Part of you still couldn’t get used to seeing Jungkook in such casual clothing. Just sweats with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing the ink on his right forearm. He looked edible.

“You have no idea. I really needed this.” You smiled as if you were stuck in a dream, a dream that you never wanted to end. Afraid that if you pinched yourself, everything before you would vanish. In just one day, you already feel happier here than you’ve felt back home in the last three months.

As devastated as you were to be kicked out, you would never beg to go back. Never. You felt like you could finally breathe. Your father had infested your phone with texts and calls asking where you were, but you left them on open. Turning on your read receipts so that he knew you weren’t dead.

You weren't surprised that your father was asking for your whereabouts, yes, he's the one who kicked you out but you knew that he never expected you to actually leave. He was hoping it would just snap you back into place and work efficiently and beg to come back like last time.

Jungkook didn’t say anything after he helped you bring the bags up to the guest room. He simply stared at you with an unreadable expression when really, he was just thinking about how much he loves seeing you happy.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” This seemed to be a common question you asked him when he would gaze at you almost endlessly.

“Because I think you’re beautiful, especially when you smile.” Air. You needed air. You didn’t need a mirror to tell you that your face was flushed red at his words. It took you a moment to internally calm yourself down.

“Why are you always so nice towards me?” Your brain and mouth didn’t cooperate when you had said those words, you weren't supposed to say that out loud. Jungkook took a step towards you, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’ve never doubted me, even after all the issues I’ve had with customers. You always took my side, even going the extra mile of buying me nice things.” He took another step towards you, the distance between you closing slowly, “Because you told me about the things you were going through at home and it seemed like all you needed was someone to trust you.”

His words nearly moved you to tears. Nearly, but you were able to keep a straight face while his face moved closer to yours. His hand gently grazed the side of your face, tilting your head up to face him. His thumb gently pulled down on the plush flesh of your lower lip while he inched closer to you.

His next words were quiet, so quiet that you almost didn’t hear them.

“Plus, Is it so wrong that I want to see a pretty girl like you in pretty things?” The words were flattering enough to make you squirm, a shiver striking down your spine at his suggestive tone. He felt a stroke to his ego at your obvious reaction to only his words. It led him to wonder just how reactive you could be.

Maybe it was the spur-of-the-moment or the anticipation for this moment that’s been building inside him for some time now. The hand that wasn’t cupping the side of your face had placed itself on your lower back, pulling you towards him. Bodies pressed flush against each other. A small gasp escaping you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care for his sudden movements when his soft lips had met your own. His lips were soft and sweet against yours.

Just when you thought Jeon Jungkook couldn’t entice you any further he kisses you. Sure, you’ve kissed other people, but they weren’t even in the running to compare to the way Jungkook made you feel. You felt like true royalty around him, the way he always managed to put your needs first, never failed to make you smile-- now all you wanted was to repay the favour.

You wanted to make him feel so, so good. Wanted to hear his name fall from his lips in pleasure, but you had to calm yourself. One step at a time.

“Shit,” He cursed against your lips while your hands draped over his shoulders, fingers locking behind his neck as his hands moved down to hold you at your waist. The action was small yet your body felt like it was on fire, every brush of his fingers on your body sent currents of desire to run through you.

With the basic human need for air, you pulled away for a chance to catch your breath, only to lose it again at the sight of Jungkook staring at you with dark and lustful eyes. He wanted you in every way possible; over his lap, against the wall, bent over his desk. He would take you anywhere he could-- but he couldn’t.

“Jungkook?!” Lina’s voice rang from downstairs. You inwardly cried at the sound of his ex’s presence just below you. You and the universe never seemed to get along well, but really, cockblocking? That's low.

You could see the sorrowful look that washed over Jungkook’s face, “Remind me to get my key back from her.” You knew he was joking but you wished it was true.

Yet another moment with Jungkook, interrupted and gone to waste.

---

2 Weeks.

You wanted a medal, a new car, maybe even a jet. You didn’t know what you deserved but you deserved something big for managing to control yourself around Jungkook for the last two weeks with little to no touching. Neither of you have mentioned the steamy moment that you had shared ever since it was rudely interrupted.

“You know, I can hear the alarms on your phone, Y/n. All you have to do is wake up.” Your feet had only just stepped into the kitchen and Jungkook was already on you for missing another day of work. It was only the third time this week, you’re sure he could understand right? If he really had a problem he would wake you up himself, right?

Wrong. He couldn’t disturb you for two reasons. 1. He was 99% sure that you fall into a coma when you sleep making his job of waking you up ten times harder than it needs to be, and 2. You looked so at peace when you were asleep, so he figured letting you sleep in wouldn’t hurt your work performance. He was the boss after all.

“Yeah, I was just tired today.” You used the same excuse that you always did but Jungkook didn’t mind, all that mattered to him was that you slept well. You finally paid attention to your senses, nose catching the sweet scent of cookies which explains why Jungkook was in an apron and rolling out dough.

“Is this all for me?” Personally, you didn’t think your question was funny enough for the reaction Jungkook gave you with his head tilted back in laughter before he shook his head.

“It’s for Mira’s party.” Your brows creased at his response.

“I thought her birthday was August 31st? It’s only the 16th?” A soft ding from the oven rang in the kitchen, cueing Jungkook to remove the variety of desserts and pastries on a tray. “It is. Lina just wants to prepare for the party way ahead of time, so she gave me a list of recipes to try out, and-- Don’t even think about it.” Jungkook swatted your wandering hand from the tray of hot sweets.

“Why didn’t she do these herself?” Your eyes still gazing longingly at the beautiful desserts.

Jungkook seemed to be moving around the kitchen at the speed of light, piping icing onto the cooling delights before going back to whipping more icing in a bowl-- “She took Mira to the store to find her a birthday outfit since she’s outgrown most of her old clothes.” You nodded.

“What are you gonna do with her old clothes? You gonna save them for your next kid in case it’s a girl?” You leaned against the island as you watched Jungkook whirl from place to place. “I don’t want any more kids.”

Oh.

Now, this was something you never would’ve thought he would say. He had such a natural and loving father-daughter relationship with Mira so it only made sense for you to assume he would want more kids at some point. You decided not to dwell on that part of the conversation and let it move on. Not before you got an eyeful of Jungkook and the way he was whisking the creamy pink icing.

His face was concentrated on his actions while you were focused on the bulge of his arms through his shirt. Your eyes trailed up the inked designs on his forearm until they disappeared under his sleeves. He seemed to have been putting a lot of energy into his wrist as some of the icing has landed on his cheeks.

“Wait, hold on,” You rounded the counter as you made your way towards him, turning him to face you. The passionate tension that had buried itself over the last two weeks was quickly resurfacing as your eyes locked on each other. It was now or never.

Your hand gently grabbing hold of his wrist, guiding his thumb to wipe off the pink cream from his cheek. “What are you-" Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath once you took his thumb into your mouth. Your tongue working languidly to lick at the sweet substance that once coated his thumb.

God, you had wanted this for so long.

Your eyes fluttered shut not before you noticed Jungkook’s grip on the counter tighten while his eyes watched your every move. For once you thought you had control of the heated moment, your tongue applying a light pressure that had a chill running down Jungkook’s spine and blood rushing to his groin.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, Y/n,” His voice had deepened a bit which had your heart lurching. Nearly gagging at the pressure he pushed down on your tongue as a warning. Instantly loosening the suction you had around him as he pulled it from your lips.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.” The moment of silence was short-lived while Jungkook stared down at you. Your behaviour was beyond threatening to his composure. The gears shifted in his head as he tried to think rationally about his next move. It was a miracle from god himself that he managed to resist you for so long. If not now then when?

He looked behind him, swiftly reaching over to turn off the oven before he moved right back to you resuming as if he had never paused in the first place. You felt his hands grip at the back of your thighs, tapping twice, “Jump” he instructed. Your legs instinctively wrapping securely around his waist as he carried you to the guest room.

His lips began to work feverishly at your neck. The soft flesh of his lips felt like heaven on earth against your skin. You felt a small sting as he worked on a particular spot, still managing to effortlessly carry you even with his face buried in your neck. “F-fuck, Jungkook no marks.” You moaned, unable to ignore the heat that began to pool between your legs at his actions.

He blatantly ignored your requests and continued to suck harshly at your once unmarked skin. You weren’t sure of when exactly you had made it to the guest room since your eyes had shut halfway up the stairs, relishing in the pleasure but you knew you arrived once you flailed mid-air as Jungkook dropped you onto the sheets.

“Ow.” You pout at his sudden actions. He chuckled darkly at your emotions almost wanting to tease you for it. He leaned towards you, his presence alone intimidating enough to make you lay flat against the once neatly made bed while he caged you underneath him. Your breath became shaky while you momentarily forgot to breathe once you felt his palm slowly glide up your exposed thigh.

You were getting impatient with the speed he was going at, so you decided to take matters into your own hands and move his hand yourself.

“Behave or you’ll regret it later.” He growled as his hands hooked around the waistband of your skirt before powerfully tugging it down your legs; littering a few more kisses to your lips while he was at it. Using every last bit of self-control he had left not to groan at the sight of the black lace of your underwear.

You couldn’t think straight, his words were so threatening but something made you want to test the waters. Bending your knee at the right angle, making sure it brushed against the bulge in his jeans. “Shit- You don’t fucking listen do you?” Your thighs involuntarily squeezing tightly together as his hand wrapped itself around your throat, not placing enough pressure to restrict your breathing but enough to give you another warning. A guilty smile was etched onto your lips at his words.

The sight alone was enough for Jungkook’s cock to twitch in his jeans. He made sure to tell you how much he loved the view of his hand wrapped around your pretty throat. “You should see how pretty you look right now princess,” His tone was nothing short of addicting, the nickname affecting you in more ways than one.

He wasted no time to press another soft but teasingly quick peck to your lips, grinning darkly at your frustrated reaction. You wanted more. Correction; you needed more. You had waited so long for this moment all you wanted was to feel good.

“Kiss me.” You ordered. He was visibly surprised by your demands, “Say please.” He teased, his lips hung dangerously close above yours. A strangled moan trapped in your throat as you refused to say the words. All your life, everything was handed to you. You would never say please.

A grip to his collar and a slight tug was all you needed to get your way. Moaning into the deep kiss, feeling his firm chest press against yours. He groaned at your outright disobedience. You felt a sharp sting on the side of your thigh under the weight of his palm.

“So fucking desperate hm? You can’t even follow a simple instruction?” He rasps as his lips trailed kisses down your neck to your collarbones, making sure every single exposed inch of you was marked, not before his teeth gently pulled on the diamonds that decorated your neck. Feeling an unfamiliar wave of possessiveness consume him at the sight of you wearing the necklace that he bought you.

You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was the same Jungkook who would invite you to lunch and buy you gifts. All signs of compassion were washed from his brain when he looked at you in your nearly fucked-out state even though he’s barely touched you.

Your back arching slightly at the feeling of his fingers working their way between your legs. Hasty fingers hooking under the band of your underwear. Teasing you some more, slowly pulling them down your legs. “J-jungkook-” you whined already fed up with his games. He was enjoying how needy you had gotten in such a short amount of time.

Your hips lifting to assist him with the task of pulling the lace fabric down your legs. The garment is being thrown over his shoulder carelessly. You were never one to shy away from lingering stares at your body nude or not, but the way his dark eyes so intently stared at your dripping core had your legs shutting on instinct. “Keep your legs open.” He left no room for debate from the way he pinned your thighs down to the bed.

Your mouth falling open in pure pleasure at the feeling of his tongue lapping up your slit lazily, more teasing. “S-stop teasing.” You tried to roll your hips against him but Jungkook had enough of your little antics. Making sure his hands held you down harder, not giving you the liberty to continue.

Only then did his tongue finally begin to pick up its speed. It worked skillfully along your folds. He ate you out like a man starved. You tried to squirm away from him, you could feel the knot in your stomach begin to form at his acceleration. Your chest was rising and falling at concerning rates as Jungkook showed little to no mercy on your poor pussy.

You didn’t know when your hands made their way to grip at the soft locks of his hair as he sucked violently at your clit. “J-jungkook! -slow down!” Your moans turned to quiet screams as he only became more animalistic with the wet muscle that made sure that you were seeing stars. Not sure if you were hallucinating but you swore you could feel him smirk against you before pulling away briefly. "Be a good girl and take it, hm? I know you can." There's no way this was Jungkook.

Without a second to fully take in his words he picked up where he left off but more intense. He had waited too long to have you. He was going to make every second count. You twisted at the torso recklessly trying to get away from the intense pleasure he was bringing you. The coil in your stomach was seconds from unravelling, your fist tightening in his hair as you brace yourself. Eyes rolling to the back of your head at the vibrations that shook through your core from Jungkook’s moans.

“No!” You whined uncontrollably when Jungkook suddenly pulled himself away, his nose and lips glistening with your slick. “ ‘Been wanting to eat you out for so long.” A shit-eating grin plastered itself on his face at the way your body reacted to him denying you. “I told you you’d regret not listening, didn’t I?”

He had made his way back over you, his face faking pity as he looked down at your pouty lips. His hand squishing your cheeks with a tight amount of pressure. “What’s wrong? Mad I didn’t let you cum?” Jungkook loved how pretty you looked with tears threatening to fall from your big brown eyes that stared up at him with hate.

Resting back on his knees, hips still straddling yours as his arms crossed over his abdomen, hooking on to the hem of his shirt before pulling it off and flinging it behind him.

Jeon Jungkook was going to be the death of you.

Your eyes didn’t know where to look first. His broad shoulders, the bulging muscles of his arms as they worked to undo the buttons of your top. He was getting frustrated with the tiny buttons until he acted impulsively, and effortlessly tearing the shirt. “Jungkook!” You gasped, not even getting a chance for your mouth to close before he did the same to your bra, your body now fully exposed to him.

“That was my favourite bra-” You couldn’t even finish your complaint before you were interrupted by the sounds of him groaning deeply as he peppered more kisses down your chest, taking his time to mark your breasts with hickeys. “Shh, I’ll buy you more. Buy you anything you want- shit- Just wanna fuck you dumb, baby.” You mewled at his obscenity, sitting up eagerly once you saw him working to undo his belt.

“I’ll do it.” You insisted, your hands working quickly to slide the buckle from the loops of his jeans. “Look at you, so eager for cock huh? The only time you ever wanna do anything yourself.” He sneers at your lively reaction. Belt already on the floor, your fingers busy with the zipper, letting Jungkook do the rest.

Nearly drooling at the sight of his thick, muscular thighs. God, you wanted to ride them. You wanted to do everything with Jungkook, which is exactly how you found yourself dropping to your knees in front of him while he sat on the edge of the bed dressed in only the lavish but simple black boxers that did very little to hide the intimidating size of his dick.

“You sure you wanna do this? You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with” His hand lowered to cup your cheek, and for a minute his eyes seemed to soften at you while you got comfortable on your knees. With an eager nod, your fingers were already working to get him out of the last of his clothes but he stopped you with a hand on your wrist, “Words, Y/n.”

“Yes, I want to do this. I want this. I want you so bad.” He leans back on his hands observing you with intense levels of focus and lust in his eyes. Raising his hips to let you slide off the final piece of fabric that kept him from being bare to you. The air in your throat refused to come out when you had properly taken in the sheer size of him.

You had never slept with many people in the past, simply because you’d rather shop for meaningless objects than to sleep with meaningless people, and to be frank, most people weren’t worthy to be between your legs. Regardless, none of the people you had slept with could compare to the high that you felt from just being in Jungkook’s presence even after they made you cum.

Your hand softly grabbing at his base while you gave his tip soft kitten licks to his tip that was already beading with precum. Now it was your turn to tease him.

Jungkook on the other hand was fearful for his life. He was attracted to you. Very, very attracted to you, but if he had known you would affect him like this he would’ve never let you get on your knees in the first place. With every lick, he could already feel himself getting closer to his breaking point. His fists balling up the sheets trying to restrain himself from pushing your head lower himself.

“Oh- shit.” He hissed feeling your lips press soft kisses from his balls to his tip, never really doing much more than that. Now he was getting impatient, “Move.” He demanded. Without even looking at him, you could feel the stare he had on you. Oh, how the tables had turned. You had decided to grant him with a long stripe of your tongue up his length.

You were able to hear the strangled moans caught behind his lips in response to your sinful acts. Not even you were able to sustain the slow speed you were moving. Finally taking him fully into the warmth of your mouth.

Jungkook’s mouth fell open at the euphoric feeling of your lips around him. His pleasure only intensifying with the smooth vibrations of your moans around him. You tried your best to take all of him in your mouth, often gagging when you tried to take more than you could handle. “Relax your throat,” Jungkook managed to voice a few breathy instructions.

Doing as told, you relaxed your throat, able to take the slightest bit more of him, working the rest of him that couldn’t fit with confident twists of your palm. You regret looking up at him, his eyes shut tight with his head thrown back, showing off the sharp definition of his jaw that locked every so often. The muscled plains of his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to focus on his breathing.

Your slick was dripping down your thighs by this point, forming a small wet spot on the carpet beneath you. You couldn’t resist the urge to drop a hand from on his down between your legs. Your fingers rubbing at your clit for added satisfaction.

“Don’t touch yourself.” You weren’t even aware that Jungkook had been watching you again. His words were strict but you were so, so close. He could read your telltale signs of you nearing your high. The way your moans became more persistent around him, your eyes shut in concentration, your mouth getting lazy around his girth. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

But he’s had enough of your disobedience.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth which had you looking up at him in surprise. A squeal slipping from you as Jungkook leant forward, hands on your waist to place you back on the bed with fury, “Such a fucking brat. Never listening.” The flesh of your bottom lip slowly flushing to darker shades of red the more you bit them with every dirty word that flowed from his lips.

With wide eyes, you watched him as he relaxed against the headboard unfazed even though he was inwardly cringing for edging himself just to punish you, but he knew it would all be worth it in the end.

You were confused.

“What’s wrong?” You knew he was faking his sincerity as he looked at you with devious eyes. “Since you wanna touch yourself so badly, do it yourself.”

“W-what?” You were fine doing it earlier when his eyes weren’t on you, but now he was giving you his full, undivided attention. “I-” You were at a loss forwards, cheeks blushing in embarrassment. Jungkook wondered how you could look so cute yet so hot at the same time. “Cat’s got your tongue? Did you suddenly forget how to play with your pretty pussy?”

You stayed silent, “Go on then,” He urged, one hand moving behind his head while your middle and index fingers slowly moved to continue at your previous attempts. It didn’t feel the same now that Jungkook was watching, you wanted him to do it.

“Faster, Y/n.” He gives another instruction as if avoiding the painfully hard erection that was leaking against his abs. Picking up the pace at his request still not satisfied with yourself, a loud mewl resonated throughout the room on your behalf. “J-jungkook, I want you to touch me.” More tears were welling in your eyes at the slight desperation that even you could hear your voice.

A sinful smirk of pride exposed itself on his lips, “Where do you want me to touch you?” You let out a small huff of displeasure at his question. You didn’t want to say it, he knew very well. He just wanted to fluster you. “I can’t do anything unless you use your words, princess.” The nickname was tempting you.

“I want you to touch my pussy.” You whine as your hips were leisurely rolling against your fingers.

“Beg.”

No.

You would never.

Right?

“Alright, I guess you’ll just have to cum on your own-” He shrugs, pretending to move in a manner suggesting that he would get off the bed, but even he knew he could never fully bring himself to do so, but you didn’t know that.

“P-please! Please! I want your fingers to touch my pussy. I can’t take it anymore. Just wanna be stuffed full of your fingers until I cum, Please.” Dark eyes and a cocky grin were the last that you remembered of him before you felt a small push on your chest, the force enough to have you falling on your back; letting Jungkook drag your body closer to his by your ankles.

“Such a soaked cunt. Is this all for me?” He was mocking your words from earlier when you first saw him in the kitchen. You nodded with a small whimper, "All for you," you mewled at the feeling of his finger collecting some of the slick that was dripping down your thighs before he slowly pushed in.

“Oh,” Your mouth fell open with a gasp at the protrusion between your legs. It had been a long, long time since you've felt this good. “Shit princess, this is only one finger, relax.” He cooed over you, his cock throbbing at the thought of how snug your walls would feel around him before adding a second digit, then a third, the sweet burn from the thickness of his fingers only making your moans increase in volume.

It wasn’t long until he noticed the subconscious gyrate of your hips against his fingers that he started to pick up his pace. The room-filling with the lewd squelches of your wetness gushing around his digits as it dripped down to his wrist. A strangled scream was pulled from your lungs at the bliss that consumed you as his fingers had begun to move at an unrealistic pace.

“Fuck!” You cried once he curved his fingers, hitting the sweet spot along your velvety walls. With your eyes shut too tight to see the grin on his face. “I’m gonna-” You Jungkook knew you were close, the way you constricted around his fingers with every spasm of your body. “You gonna cum, baby? Your head nodded rapidly, unable to even form coherent sentences at this point.

“Go ahead and cum.” The burning heat in your stomach that tightened with his permission. Your eyes rolling back with a scream of his name which resonated like music to his ears. Your vision blinded with stars as you came around his fingers.

Jungkook slowed down his hand to let your ride out your high watching as you slowly collected yourself. Jungkook could’ve cum untouched at the sight alone. He wanted to ruin you.

“You’re so pretty when you cum. Should’ve seen the look on your face.” He chuckles darkly as he teasingly drags his tip along your folds, gathering the cum was that was flowing from your sensitive pussy.

“Wait-- Jungkook- Condoms.” You breathily remind him, a bit proud that you managed to muster out the words given your currently dazed mindset. “Oh, shit.” He laughs at the fact it had slipped his mind. He always remembered to use condoms, but you, you were dangerous; made his brain clouded with lust and admiration for you making him forget to think logically.

It took him mere seconds to rush to his bedroom before returning with the square packaging. He tore it open as if he was running out of time. “Gonna wreck this pretty little pussy.” Chills ran through you briefly at the feeling of his thumb tauntingly strumming over your clit before he rolled the condom over his length, aligning the round, swollen head of his cock at your entrance.

Jungkook could see the slight fear in your eyes as you eyed his every move. "I’ll go slow okay? Anytime you want me to stop I will.” He reassures you, making sure you know you’re safe with him. You were unable to control the butterflies that flapped around in your stomach at his words. You nodded as a signal to let him push in.

“Y-you’re so big-” You gasped, head thrown back into the sheets at the sweet burn of his thick head gliding effortlessly into the warm confines of your slick walls. “If I had known you’d feel this good I would’ve fucked you a long time ago..” Even Jungkook seemed to be visibly collapsing at the feeling of your snug velvet muscles constricting his movement.

“Keep squeezing me like that and I won’t last.” He grits through his teeth, his paces still slow and considerate, giving you a chance to adjust yourself to accommodate his size. You let out a small whine at the moderate pace, “Faster.”

“Faster what? Sweetheart?”

Jungkook had been teasing you the whole night, of course, it wouldn’t stop here. It took a while for you to muster the words, having to bite back your pride to say it, “Please.” Immediately his pace quickened, you were able to feel every ridge and vein of his cock drag deliciously along your walls as he began to drill into you.

Your bodies coating in a thin layer of sweat as the smell of sex thickened in the room. Jungkook leaned down to drop a few kisses on your lips, loving how your eyes stayed closed even after he pulled away. It wasn’t long until that familiar heat began to coil in your stomach, your moans filling the room as Jungkook’s speed began to border brutal.

“Jungkook- hngh~ ‘s good.” You knew your words didn’t exactly meet proper grammatical standards but it was the best you could do while Jungkook's hips powerfully snapped into yours with inhumane speed. “You’re doing so good for me.” He praised you; your heart swelling with his ego. He knew you were close, the way you convulsed around him and your eyes creased shut even tighter.

“I’m so close-” You moaned breathlessly, eyes finally opening to gaze back up at him. It was when his cock had brushed over a certain spot inside you, a spot that had your hands reaching for his back, your detailed acrylics leaving marks as they draped down his soft skin sure to leave marks in the morning. Your brain is filled with everything and nothing at the same time.

With another brush past your sweet spot, your mind became clear for a brief moment. This is how he ended up with a kid.

“Hold it.” Those weren’t the words you wanted to hear. Especially not when you were seconds from your orgasm. Your nails scratched especially hard at his back in protest, pulling a guttural sound from Jungkook. He hissed at the slight sting of your nails, “Are you trying to claw me like some cat?” Even when he was balls deep inside you he still managed to have some sense of humour to which you ignored.

Jungkook felt his release nearing, his pace quickening (if possible) while one large, tattooed hand gripped at your waist with strength assuring you of the bruises that would make themselves known later. He cursed lowly under his breath before whispering the words you had longed to hear for.

“Cum.” With one more deep thrust, it was more than enough to push you over the edge for you to come undone with loud moans and cries of his name while Jungkook was close behind you. With a string of profanities escaping from Jungkook’s mouth as he came. The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing while he waited for you to give him the ‘ok’ to pull out before discarding the condom.

He was already on his feet, back to how he was before all this started, moving at lightning speed towards the bathroom to get a warm cloth to gently clean you up. Carefully hoisting you off the bed onto your feet while he changed the sheets. Already dropping yourself back onto the bed the moment he finished.

“You did so well,” He cooed at you, a hand stroking the side of your face, managing to make you blush, turning your head to hide your face in the sheets before you felt him gently turn your head to face him.

“Don’t hide your face from me.” His words were sweet unlike how they were a few minutes prior, but it’d be a fat lie to say you didn’t love every second of it.

You made your way to snuggle under the covers, loving how comfortable you felt with your head on his chest. It was no later than four in the afternoon but you were tired enough to feel as if it was much later. “You know Lina’s gonna kill me for not finishing those recipes,” Jungkook mentions while your eyes closed, relishing in the warmth of his body.

“If you weren’t gonna let me eat them, then I don’t care.” Your words came out mumbled as your cheek was pressed against him. The proximity between you gave you the ability to feel the slight shake of his chest as he laughs at you.

“I would’ve given you one eventually. They were hot, you were going to burn yourself.” You couldn’t believe you two were talking about cookies after he had just pounded you into the sheets, but honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Where’s the birthday girl?” That was the first thing you asked once you returned from your short shift at work today, wanting to make it back in time for Mira’s party that Jungkook had invited you to. “She’s here, a bit fussy since she just woke up, but she’s here.” You watched Jungkook carry her towards you, you could tell she had been crying earlier from her glossy eyes.

You hate to admit it but Lina did a good job picking out an outfit for Mira’s special day. It was a cute sundress with a denim-styled top with a floral ruffle design for the skirt paired with a matching floral headband.

Jungkook held out Mira towards you for you to hold her but you immediately refused, leaning back suddenly further away from her.

Jungkook had let you hold her a few times before, needless to say, Mira was not exactly fond of you. Within seconds of her being in your arms, she would begin to scream and fuss until she was back in her daddy’s hold. “She doesn’t like me remember?”

“That’s not true,” Upon his disagreement, you held out your arms, letting him place her in your arms. She had already begun to cry, but what you weren’t expecting was for her to slowly begin to calm down. “See, she likes you. She just needed some time.”

Now your emotions were a little more diverse than they had already been for the last week. Do you like Jungkook? Yes, of course very much, but you were inwardly panicking at the recurring itch that sat in the back of your head. An itch that you needed change. Now with Jungkook mentioning that Mira had grown to hate you a little less over time makes you wonder if she would ever grow attached to you.

You’ve had this feeling for a little while now, but you always managed to shake it off from as early as when you had found yourself helping Jungkook shop for baby clothes. How could your life do a total 180°?

From focusing on nothing but yourself and having a good time to actually thinking about your future with Jungkook. The future scared you. What would happen to you by then?

It’s safe to say you were spiralling.

“Can you watch her for a second while I load up the car, then we can head to Lina’s.” He checks in to which you agree. Taking the sound of the front door closing as a sign that he had gone outside while you walked back to the living room to place Mira down on her play mats.

She's been cruising around a lot lately, and now was no exception. She would often hold on to the couches or grasp at your arms to help her make small steps. She would be walking on her own any day now.

With kind eyes, you monitored the way she stacked the rainbow rings on the yellow stick; babbling on about some more incomprehensible topics. Even if her rainbow started with the colour blue and ended with red you made sure to reward her with a very uncoordinated high five which ended with her pulling on your fingers while simultaneously trying to start a conversation with you.

Even if you didn’t know what exactly she was saying you continued to nod and respond with responses you think would match hers.

“Mama.”

Her first words.

Turns out there's been a big miscommunication between you since that was the very last thing you thought she was talking about. If you were spiralling before, you were just about losing your shit now. Mira just said her first word...

‘Mama’ The word rang in your head with a warning. She didn’t see you as a mother figure did she? No, there’s no way. You had only helped feed her a handful of times, watched her play with her toys on numerous occasions and made her laugh occasionally, but that was it.

Lina was going to kill you. Why? Because she already hated you, wanted you out of Jungkook’s place as soon as possible; But when she finds out that she called you mama. You were done for.

How would Jungkook react? Would he be disappointed it was you? Would he be happy? Would this make him want you to stay with him permanently? The latter was something you weren’t sure you could do.

Your father was right. Once you encounter one obstacle, you’re ready to quit. You so desperately wanted to prove him wrong because Jungkook was different from your soccer team or ballet classes; and it's true, Jungkook was different.

But you're the one who can’t seem to change. You didn’t want either of them to get attached to you in case you really do decide to quit. So what do you do now? You can’t keep stringing Jungkook along while you figured out your feelings. It was moments like these were you wished you were normal. Someone who could find themselves building a relationship with someone and not freak out.

As you thought about the situation a little longer, you knew you couldn’t stay here and risk hurting Jungkook more than you had to. You had to leave.

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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℗ me and my husband

atsumu x fem!reader (poker face ending)

series masterlist

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

wc. 3.2k (holy shit)

warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, v v soft domestic, marriage :00, smut!! (is marked off!!), soft dom!tsumu, hair pulling (giving), unprotected sex, slight praise kink, pretty vanilla ngl

an. can be read as a one shot but u might be confused lmfao also this took SO LONG OMFG also also heavily unedited, take things w a grain of salt lmfao anyways don’t forget to feed me ahaha m rlly proud of this so i hope y’all like it <33

it was moving day and atsumu was about to lose his mind.

today was the official day of the hyper house disbandment and while most of the members were still figuring out new living arrangements and thus remaining past the deadline, you were one of the few trying to get out as soon as possible.

makki and mattsun were so excited to have you move in, they showed up early that morning to help you pack. now, it was around 1p and it was almost time for you to go. you still had a few more boxes to go but things were speeding right along.

normally, atsumu would be right by your best friends helping you out but he was currently in the middle of a breakdown.

you were leaving. leaving. he had no idea when he’d see you again (even though you promised to meet up weekly to catch up), if he would ever see you again. for all he knew, makki and mattsun would just hide you away forever, never to be seen again.

okay, so he was panicking.

it was just... atsumu was in love with you. he’d known for a while (way longer than he’d like to admit) and he selfishly thought he’d have more time with you so that he could work up the courage to confess. but now? you were like three boxes away from a distance that he didn’t know if he or your relationship could recover from.

it wasn’t that he was bad at long distance but the tragic events that the house brought, brought the two of you closer together and he didn’t want to lose that.

atsumu let out a groan and dropped his head against the wall, his mind running with scenario after scenario, all ending in failure and utter embarrassment.

“hey, you okay?” you called out, a large box cradled delicately in your arms. as atsumu turned from the plaster in front of him, he allowed himself a moment to take you in.

you were wearing short athletic shorts, worn converses, and his t shirt. a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, the lights above reflecting off of it, giving you a warm glow.

of course you looked hot moving boxes.

you called his name again in concern and he immediately felt his heart clench in guilt. you’d already been through so so much and here he was fantasizing about you instead of being there for you like a good friend would.

atsumu let out a sigh and shot you a wide, albeit empty, smile before walking over to you and taking the box out of your hands. the furrow in your brows told him you saw through his expression but he ignored it and made a show of lifting your box above his head and carrying it to mattsun’s car.

“see, what would ya do without these guns angel?” he joked, placing the cardboard into the trunk. you rolled your eyes and poked him in the side playfully. “die, probably.”

the butterflies in his stomach kicked up at the underlying sincerity in your voice but he tried his best to overlook it. it was much harder than it seemed, especially when you looked at him with such fondness in your gaze that made him want to kiss you senseless.

gulping hard, he quickly turned away from you, busying himself with fitting your things in the truck like a game of tetris.

“atsumu.” your voice was firm but pleading and he didn’t dare look at you for fear of spilling everything right then and there. “wow, ya sure got a lot of stuff, huh? wonder how much of this was bought with ushijima’s money,” he started to ramble but thankfully he was interrupted by makki whooping as he walked out of the house.

“last box bitches!” you shot atsumu one final worried look before running over to makki and mattsun, yelling the whole way there.

atsumu was grateful your back was to him because he couldn’t hide the affectionate look that overtook his face, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he watched you hip bump your friends while cackling wildly.

god, he was so in love with you.

what was he going to do when you moved out and away? what if you found someone, someone how loved you as much as he did (not possible)? he would wish for your happiness even at the expense of his own but... what if you both could be happy?

caught up in his thoughts, atsumu didn’t register you saying your goodbyes to the remaining members until you were finally in front of him.

“i’m gonna miss living with you tsum.” you unceremoniously launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. his heart leapt violently at the contact and he prayed to every deity above that you didn’t hear it underneath your head.

he barely managed to hug you back before you pulled away, your eyes slightly teary and red. “um, well, makki and mattsun are waiting for me so uh,” you trailed off looking back at the van and your friends who were so (im)patiently waiting for you to join them.

atsumu’s breath quickened as you scooted a bit away from him, truly getting ready to leave. no, no, it couldn’t end like this, awkward and distant. no, he wasn’t going to let it.

“atsumu?” you asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to touch him when he didn’t respond but he couldn’t hear you. he felt hot all over, like he was going to explode or magically combust if he didn’t get the words out into the air.

“tsum, are you oka-“ “i’m in love with ya.”

you paused, shock written clearly all over your face. the fear of rejection slammed into atsumu like a brick, the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach like a rock but he still didn’t stop.

“i’m in love with ya and i have been for forever. yn, yer beautiful but yer face and body aren’t even the best part of ya, even though they’re pretty damn great. yer just-“

“tsum-“

“-yer so kind, especially when ya don’t need ta be. yer badass but ya care fer others so deeply and ya make me wanna be a better person. ya make me a better person. i know ya-“

“tsumu please-“

“-ya probably don’t feel the same and that’s alright but i needed ta tell ya, before ya leave and fall in love with some other scrub, just in case we can be happy together and-“

all of a sudden, your hands were buried in his shirt and you were pulling him close to meet your lips with his, your mouths meshing together in a soft and passionate kiss.

bliss. atsumu was in sheer bliss. your lips were as soft as he thought they would be as they moved with his, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you even closer to him.

sooner than he would have liked, his lungs started burning for air so he pulled back but not very far, instead resting his forehead against yours.

“i was trying to tell you i liked you too, idiot,” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you spoke. he chuckled, a wide grin overtaking his entire face as he really took in what you were saying.

you liked him back. you liked him. holy shit.

but instead of saying any of that, he decided to tease you a bit. “just like? if i recall, i just confessed my undying love for ya.”

you pulled back with a faux scoff, hitting him in the arm with a huff. “shut up you ass. of course i love you too.” you couldn’t keep your real smile off your cheeks while you confessed, your soft expression bringing another wave of desire over atsumu’s body.

“can, can i take ya inside angel?” he allowed his true intentions to be heard in his words, your eyes widening when you figured out what he meant. you nodded vigorously before shooting a look to makki and mattsun. mattsun just waved you off and got into his truck while makki yelled, “get that dick!”

you heated up horribly, grabbing atsumu’s hand and pulling him towards the house and to his room. he allowed himself to be dragged along, sending winks to the other boys as he went until the two of you were standing right in front of his door.

“i love ya,” he whispered, lifting your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. you grinned. “love you too tsum.”

that must have been the final straw because the minute the words left your mouth, he was on you.

••• smut begin•••

pressing you up against the door, atsumu ravaged your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he walked you backwards into his room, laying you down on the bed so that he was hovering over you, his hips pressing hard against yours.

instinctively, you ground up into him, rewarding you with a loud groan and a gasp of your name. “fuck angel, yer killing me here,” he laughed breathlessly, rolling his hardness against your thigh. you let out a breathy moan and tangled your hands in his hair to bring him back down to your lips.

as you continued to kiss him, his hands scrambled at your waist, pushing his hands under it to grope at your chest. you giggled at the cold of his fingers but he didn’t pay it any mind, moving down from your mouth to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin there.

“ah, shit tsumu,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, just as he reached under your bra to tease your nipples. a startled gasp left you, your back arching into his careful touch. “that feel good angel?” atsumu asked, voice low and gravelly as he pinched the delicate bud, drawing another noise from your throat.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you bit your bottom lip while he pulled your shirt and bra off, tossing them somewhere in the room. as he scanned your half naked body, he noticed you quieting yourself and he lightly shook his head. his thumb found its way to your lip, carefully pulling it from between your teeth.

“wanna hear ya angel, let me hear yer pretty noises, yeah?” without letting you respond, atsumu dove back into your chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth while toying with the other, a sigh of his name sending a bolt of arousal straight to his loins.

he grinded against you absentmindedly, losing himself in you, eventually switching sides to give the same treatment to your neglected bud.

while atsumu seemed to be having the time of his life attached to your tit, you were getting impatient, your arousal completely soaking through your underwear. you needed more.

tangling your fingers in his blond locks, you attempted to tug him away from your chest but his reaction was unlike anything you could’ve expected. “aahh!” he let out a strangled whine, his hips bucking against your side.

“please, tsumu, need more,” you breathed, his needy reaction not lost on you as pulled his hair a bit harder. you were not disappointed as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent moan before dropping his head to your shoulder.

“fuck, fuck, okay angel, i got ya, i got ya.” atsumu swiftly disposed of both yours and his bottoms and underwear before lifting your leg and positioning himself at your entrance.

“tell me if i hurt ya, alright? i love ya,” he smiled down on you, your heart swelling two times at his carefulness. “i love you too,” you replied, watching as his pupils grew and a low groan broke free from his chest.

“oh angel, ‘m gonna ruin ya.” that was the last thing he said before he pushed into you, both of you letting out whimpers as he stretched you open, the blunt head of his cock just a few centimeters shy of your cervix.

your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands scrambling until they found purchase on his back, your nails digging in just when he started to thrust shallowly into you.

“f-fuck, how’re ya s-so fuckin’ tight?” atsumu growled through gritted teeth, every word punctuated with a roll of his hips. you couldn’t respond as you were too overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every slow movement.

speaking of slow, he was moving way too leisurely for your tastes. you needed him to move faster and you knew exactly how to do it.

sliding your hand up from his back, you grabbed a good chunk of hair from the back of his head and pulled. his reaction was immediate and oh-so gratifying.

an honest to god whimper poured from his lips and he instantly thrusted all the way into you, his length driving into your g-spot perfectly. you both let out twin moans as he started rocking into consistently, every movement bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“i love ya, i love ya so fuckin’ much, angel—shit—yer so amazing, i love ya,” atsumu rambled while pounding into you, deep curses and whines of your name interspersed with his declarations of love. if you could speak, you would reciprocate but you were too busy holding on for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion.

desperate for some kind of anchor to reality, you grasped onto his locks again, gripping tightly as drawn-out cries of his name slipped from your open lips. you were close, so close and he knew it too.

“feel ya clenchin’ around me like a good girl, ya gonna cum fer me? gonna cum fer me angel?” atsumu’s hand snaked down between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit, a shaky sob finding its way out into the open air.

“oh shit, yeah, ‘m g-gonna cum for you tsum, ‘s all for you,” you moaned, clamping down on him sporadically as you started to cum, your vision whiting out and your thighs trembling while you gushed around him.

your mind was floating off when you felt him cum with a shout, his warmth flooding you and spilling out as he collapsed onto your chest.

••• smut over •••

the two of you lied there for a while, attempting to regain your brain and feeling in your legs. you vaguely made note of the wet rag cleaning between your thighs and the following weight falling down beside you but it was only after a few more minutes that you really came back to yourself, rolling over to lay on atsumu’s bare chest.

“holy shit, tsumu,” you said in awe, your boyfriend (!!) laughing at your reaction. “i’m just that good angel, what can i say?”

you groaned and hit him in the chest but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. “you are such a menace!”

“only fittin’ that i picked a gremlin ta be with then,” atsumu teased while playing with a piece of your hair. mock offense filled your chest as you sat up, fixing him with your ‘angriest’ glare.

“is that the kind of language you’ll be using in your vows, mister?” you were only joking but when atsumu’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks, you realized your mistake.

you opened your mouth to apologize or to make some kind of excuse but he beat you to the punch. “ya wanna marry me angel?” he asked, looking so vulnerable with hope shining in his brown irises. you couldn’t bear to lie.

“of course tsum, you’re it for me,” you reached out a hand to caress his cheek and he leaned into it, his own coming up to cup yours and hold it against his face.

“good.” and that was the end of that, that evening’s... extraneous activities having thoroughly tired to the point that you fell completely asleep with your face against one of his pecs.

if you had stayed awake a little longer, you would’ve seen atsumu pull out his phone and start a new note titled, “my angel.”

if i just said i loved you, it would be an understatement. it would be like saying the sun’s surface is just a bit warm or that the arctic is just a little chilly. it would be an injustice to you and to how i truly feel about you. love—

“-is a word that is much too soft and used far too often ta ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that i have in my heart for ya angel. ya acknowledge my strengths and ya accept my faults. ya make me wanna be a better person every day. so, today i vow ta laugh with ya and comfort ya during times of joy and times of sorrow. i promise ta always pursue ya, ta fight for ya, and love ya unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. ya are my best friend and i’m the luckiest person on earth ta call ya mine- wait are ya crying?"

the audience burst into laughter as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, punching atsumu softly on the arm. “of course i am, you ass.”

the officiant cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions. “it is the bride’s turn to give her vows. if you may?”

you nodded and atsumu already felt like crying. again. he’d cried that morning while getting dressed and then again when you walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. now, as he watched you pull a folded piece of paper out of your bra, he knew he’d made the right decision in confessing to you, all those years ago.

he also knew he was definitely going to cry again.

“atsumu, falling for you wasn’t falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing that you’re home. today, i want to make you promises that i will always keep. i promise to never stop holding your hand or accepting your kisses. i promise to not hit you too hard when you insult me or call me a gremlin. i promise to share my food with you, to never go to bed angry, and to try and understand your obsession with professional men’s volleyball. i promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for i know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. i choose you. i’ll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, i’ll keep choosing you.

i used to never truly enjoy moments because i was always waiting for what's next. the next thing horrible thing to happen. now that i have you, i enjoy the moment. every moment.

today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but i already belong to you. falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. i love you.”

and at least in this lifetime

we’re sticking together

me and my husband

we’re sticking together

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introloves · 4 years ago

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@virgoamajiki: hhnngggg no thoughts just boxer!bokuto fucking you senseless after seeing the other boxer he was supposed to fight that night flirting w/ u just to rile him up and throw him off his game.

— soft dom! bokuto + boxer! bokuto + mentions of harassment in the beginning + overstimulation / dumbification + size kink + comfort + praise + breath play + squirting + fluffy end + bokuto calls reader ‘puppy’ + f! reader

— word count; approx 2.6k

— part of my boxerverse! bokuto: one shot no. 1

he can’t blink back the images of you during the fight. the near deafening roars of his name all fadded into nothingness as he stalked towards his opponent- bokuto was dead set on putting him down.

the prick had really managed to get under his skin at the weigh in, picking you out- pointing directly at you and asking why you didn’t hop on over, he said you’d be better taken care of.

you’d sat there, wide eyed, clearly scared and taken back by his words. you only spared him a glance. instead turning with wide eyes at your boyfriend, now scared for the other man. frantic eyes shot up to look for his own- it was clear what you wanted, you looked scared and your face held a look that said;

“bo, please don’t.”

and usually, that look would disarm him completely- but not now- not now when he can see the way your eyes watered and lips trembled at the words.

he is sorry for not looking at you right away, sorry for not giving you the comfort you need-

but he’s not sorry for lunging over to the other side, barreling straight past staff that looked minuscule compared to his towering form. microphones clashing onto the floor with clear intent.

it’s complete chaos, bokutos manager grabbing him, holding him back down onto the seat, hissing in his ear that he’ll have a chance to go at him, “in the ring.”

you sit, dazed by the clamor and rapid snapping of cameras that bathe the two of you like a shower of pure light.

but he sits back down, hand clamped over your thigh, squeezing you, using your body as a stress ball. he can’t even look at his opponent, amber eyes focused on nothing more than your trembling knee- koutarou truly thinks he might kill him.

when he finally enters the ring, it doesn’t take long for the bastard to get dropped. its almost comical how short the match ends— usually bokuto would have put a little more show into it, letting him take a couple of hits before handling it, dragging it out to fluff his ego, showing everyone that he was the king, but not now.

as soon as his opponent is down, spread out on the white canvas- he steps once towards the body— pushed away by the referee in panic with the way he looms over him a little longer than necessary. the referee looking over at his teams side, shoving him back into his corner before calling the end of the match.

he lets his body get shoved into his corner, scoffing at the way the man lays there... pathetic.

bokuto doesnt even react to the roars of the crowd- walks past his team and into the locker rooms.

it feels like it takes forever to get back to you, normally you’d be at the ringside, but for this round he didn’t want you there and you not being able to do that, especially for a fight like this has you on edge. waiting for your koutarou to come home. the tension is almost suffocating when you finally hear the door slam closed.

you know hes not mad at you, thats not who the shake of the house is directed at. bokuto has always been a gentle giant with you— an overexcited, loving, and sweet giant.

he walks straight into the room, tugging off his shirt, shorts, leaving a trail of clothes as he makes a beeline right to you. there’s a deep want, need to have you, it feels like someone’s pressing down onto his chest- a tight ball of... anger and fear swirling around there.

it softens when he see’s you though, cuddled up on the bed, eyes lidded as you smile at him, welcoming him home. when he touches you, your body still warm from an almost sleep, he feels the sharp edges of anger melt away. there was no need for him to angry or scared at the words his opponent had thrown your way- he wasn’t the one about to fuck you to sleep... but the small tingle of fear and anger didn’t leave him completely.

“baby.” you murmur, hands outstretched to bring him into your space, the big body of his instantly melting down to your form, elbows perched on either side of your head- trapping you completely in.

“saw you drop him... first round.” voice heavy with lust and want, he was so strong and powerful and all yours. legs drop down onto the bed to let him in, ready for him, waiting for him.

“yeah, had to.” bokuto responds back, whispering it against your lips before he kisses you, licking into your mouth with heavy strokes of his tongue, all but tracing his name onto the front of your teeth.

“he scared you didnt he?” he growls, hissing at the way your heat wiggles to find his cock. bokuto shifts to hold the weight of his upper body on just one arm, slipping a hand down to tug your bottoms off.

“mhm.” you whimper back, gripping onto his shoulders, body jerking with every pull.

“did you see how i took care of him, pretty thing?” kou spits, pulse quickening at the wetness that meets his knuckle, trailing the back of his hand up your cunt before slipping a finger against your folds, splitting them open to briefly glance at your exposed pussy.

“fuck- course you did, thats why you’re so wet, huh?”

you cant really say anything, because he was right- seeing him knock that man out with one punch, straight to the jaw, sent heat flooding through your veins, proof of it formed in the shape of pure slick painting the outside of your cunt, between your thighs, pooling in your bottoms. its kinda silly, he knows what he does to you, knows you love watching him in his element, eyes hardened and face laxed in total concentration and an air of cockiness to him when he steps in the ring. he knows you love it, cause you’re always drooling into your panties when he comes to you after a match.

“real wet.” he marvels once more, sinking a finger all the way down to the knuckle and all you can do in response is open your legs wider, tilting yourself up to show him how ready and receptive you were for him.

“good girl.” his voice is tight and low- something like a growl with the way you move against his one finger. its enough to snap the string of self restraint he had, pure unbridled energy bouncing off him as he departs from you- just for a second, to kiss you harshly.

its a mix of tongue, spit, and teeth- strings of your passion still hanging from between the two as he leans back to look at your form, wiggling around in need of him.

its okay, he thinks, he’ll give you what you want.

and he does, doesn’t take long for him to grab the base of his thick and heavy cock, letting it slap against your cunt a couple times before squeezing the head of him inside- nice and snug. it makes him lightheaded, he cant think of anything but you- a fever crawls up his sculpted back, a need to just sink in and fuck you silly, but he wants something from you first.

“who do you belong to puppy?” he inquires gruffly, not moving an inch, watching the way you blink up at him through tears.

“w-what?” its sudden, your sweet and kind bo almost never talked like this in bed, it makes you salivate, a heat flushing down your back.

“c’mon- tell me who you belong to.” he hisses once more, splaying one of his big, strong, veiny hands across your chest, pushing down- locking you against the bed.

he still hasn’t moved, and the fluttering of your pussy down on the head of his dick makes him grunt- muscled stomach tensing with each one. he comes back to you- a little softer in the way his words sound, carrying that sweetness you know and love.

“please, tell me you’re mine.” he whispers, moving the hand that had you pinned down up towards your neck, rough callouses rubbing against the soft and sensitive skin there.

its a juxtaposition of kind, vulnerable words mixing in with the harsher movements of his strong hand curling against your airway, frantic in the need to hear it from you.

you know what he needs, and you’re more than happy to comply, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better. your hand moves up to wrap around his wrist, pulling him in close, eyes burning with hot tears forming there at the lack of blood- but you continue, till the next words are all but hissed, high and tight.

“yours, i’m all yours koutarou, my king.”

there isn’t anything he could have done to prepare for that, he stutters, chokes on the lust heavy in his chest, he feels like there’s molten want dripping down his veins- swirling into a tight ball at the pit of his stomach.

all he can do is rear back, hips lifting off you, popping the head of him out and you nearly whine, nearly ask him whats wrong before he slams down in one hard and desperate stroke, catching the skin of your cunt harshly, but its okay- there would have been no way you’d survive in a relationship with him if you didn’t like a little pain.

when his hips make contact with your cunt, puffy lips giving him cushion- he grinds down, smashing your clit down against his pubes.

eyes shut tight, a choked sob tumbling from your lips in response, head teetering back onto the bed.

“koutarou! fuck! fuck!” words high and staccato-ed are echoed out into the room, he feeds off the broken syllables of his name tumbling from your lips.

he looks at you while he squeezes his fingers against the thrum of your quickened pulse underneath his hand- watching your eyes roll back, the whites of them on clear display as lips part, a silent scream painted onto the moments of your face-

the bed groans, creaks with each crushing thrust he gives you, drilling you down into the bed.

“keep saying my name puppy, keep saying it.” he grunts looking at you with a feverish and concentrated gaze, affected in how well you stroke his ego, chest feeling incredibly full, the prickle of his orgasm starts, but there was /no/ way he’d come before his baby.

the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat sweeps down your arching body until his thumb finds your twitching clit- immediately pressing down on it with enough force that his thumb turns white. it rips a scream straight from the center of your chest and your body starts seizing up.

he huffs out a laugh when he sees the way your hips cant up off the bedding- it nearly pushes him back, but he stays unwavering, following the movement of your spasming body.

“koutarou!” his name leaves your mouth in the form of a wail while he batters your cunt, you don’t even know you’re moving the way you are- hands falling to rest pitifully against your head.

“ah- that’s my girl.” bokuto beams, seeing the splash of your cum arch all the way up to hit his tummy- abs glistening with every contraction as his hips drill into you- he gives in, taking the thumb that had been squeezing your clit down onto your body and sticking it into his mouth, watching you with lidded eyes as he licks the cum off his hand, all while keeping your neck pinned down and chasing the frantic movements of your hips.

there’s no immediate reaction from you when he picks up your legs- weak with the strain you’ve put them under, and folds them up to your chest.

the only thing you do is intake a lungful of air, dazed eyes looking up at him- not knowing how he got so close to your face.

it’s the first slap of his heavy balls against your ass that makes you come back from it all-

“p-please!!” you cry, eyes wide. the force of him still pistoning into you makes your body bounce off the shaking bed, and thanks to the squirting orgasm he fucked out of you with his thick cock- building a near searing sensitivity into the walls of your cunt and clit, you cum once more. it’s the final break into a headspace that has you twitch and flail your legs, wiggling against the hold of his arms.

“yeah- good girl.” bokuto grits out, a bead of sweat drips off his face onto your own, and thankfully- it’s what he needs to cum. his eyes are frantic as he watches you- swollen lips, face turned relaxed as you squeeze down around him, looking like the image of fucked stupid.

with the a final resounding smack of his hips into you, his cock jumps, swelling, growing snug inside you before he dumps an almost obscene amount of cum into you.

small twitches of your body lets him know you feel it, his head falls down to land against your chest, keeping you folded as he grits his teeth.

it takes rapid, hard blinks of his eyes to not let tears fall down onto his face. he’s shaky as he finally sits back up, making sure to bring your thighs down gently.

“kou-“ you choke out, looking for him-

he responds by finding your limp hands, still lying up by your head- slotting thick fingers and broad hands into your own.

“‘m right here.” koutarou nearly wheezes out, still reeling from an orgasm that he can still feel.

“that felt good.” your voice is airy and sweet- pitchy and laced with love.

for the second time that night- he laughs, shaking his head while he slips his softened cock out of you.

he picks you up, scooping your trembling form into swollen muscles- keeping you nice and tight against a hard torso.

“you make me feel good.” he whispers into your hair, not caring about the trail of hot cum that leaks out of your fucked out cunt, trails of it running down his leg while he places you on his chest, laying the both of you down.

holding you tight like this, sweat mingling together, residue of cum and tears painting eachothers bodies- he knows there was nothing he should have ever been worried about.

he didn’t have to worry about protecting or loosing you- bodies intertwined, locked into one another proved that you took care of him, gentle hands tracing your name onto the skin of his chest.

“i’m all yours koutarou.” you whisper, nearly falling into the heaviness of sleep.

he once again blinks back the need to cry- he could take all the punches in the world, not even blink, but he was so weak for you.

“yeah... i’m all yours too.” his voice is tender, shaky with emotion, arms squeezing around you tight.

he really was.

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kyovtani · 4 years ago

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𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 – 𝒊𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆

࿏ pairing: iwaizumi hajime x chubby female reader ࿏ genre: fluff, smut, angst; best friends to lovers!AU ࿏ word count: 11.6k (at this point i have no explanation, im sorry) ࿏ warnings: swearing, mentions of body image issues, self doubts, anxiety, bullying, fat shaming; as well as violence and blood (iwa gets into a fight mwah); ddlg (daddy dom-little girl) dynamics, soft dom!iwa, body worship, praising, sugarcoated degradation, spitting, choking, fingering, face riding, unprotected sex

࿏ Summary: After four years of trying to get over your stupid crush on your best friend, said male finally comes back home and all of a sudden all of those plans are thrown overboard...

Even though you‘ve known about it for so long now, you still feel your heart skip a beat when Matsukawa mentions his return to Japan and no matter how hard you try to, you can‘t help the way the disgusting mixture of anxiety, nervousness and excitement starts filling your veins.

After all it‘s been literal years since you‘ve last seen him.

Iwaizumi Hajime, former Seijoh Ace, now freshly majored athletic trainer, your best friend of ten years and — love of your life.

However, of course he doesn‘t know about the latter and as pathetic as it may sound, you‘re quite proud of yourself for hiding your feelings for him so well that he hasn‘t suspected anything in all these years the two of you have been friends.

Of course it‘s painful and basically nothing but literal torture to watch the guy you‘ve lost your heart to years ago, move on with his life thinking he‘s nothing but a friend to you, but you know you‘d always choose this pain over the one of rejection and shame.

Because after all you‘re not his type or what he looks for in a partner and you're very much aware of it.

And no matter how many times you daydream about a life as his girlfriend, you won’t ever forget about the fact that Iwaizumi Hajime, basically a literal athlete, would never date someone who looked like you.

Growing up on the bigger side, physically wise, has always been difficult and something you're struggling with to this day. You had always hoped for those extra pounds to disappear once you hit puberty, just like it had happened to all of your friends but those hopes were quickly destroyed when you still found yourself hiding from full length mirrors to avoid having to look at your own body in your third year of High School.

By the time you turned eighteen, you had tried every kind of diet in hopes of losing weight but all of them just ended with you losing motivation and every bit of your happiness and even though you still struggle with it in your mid-twenties, you‘ve come to terms with it.

This is who you are and despite taking literal decades to realize it, you‘ve slowly but surely started accepting it.

However, when it comes to relationships, you‘ve given up completely.

After years and years of being rejected, hidden, fat shamed and disrespected by men who hated their own attraction to bigger women, you stopped wasting your time and energy on dating. If you wanted to hear someone shame you for being big, you could just go home to your family or back in your memory to remember all those mean things the skinny girls in your school had thrown at you.

Or you could just look in the mirror and let your brain do the job after eating literally anything.

Just thinking about a guy like Iwaizumi looking at you in that way has you chuckling coldly and every time you imagine confessing to him, it ends with a broken heart on your side because your brain loves to keep things realistic and never once have you considered the possibility of him liking you back.

It‘s not that Iwaizumi, or any of the Seijoh Volleyball boys, have treated you badly or even slightly differently in the three years you were their manager, but after having to deal with fat shaming your whole life, it has become quite difficult for you to believe that anyone found you attractive at all.

Especially people like the widely known Seijoh third years who also happen to – still – be your closest friends.

And unfortunately, as glad as you are that Iwaizumi remains rather oblivious to your year-long crush on him, the other boys, including the professional athlete to be, Oikawa Tōru who’s currently living his best life in Argentina are pretty much aware of your feelings for the trainer.

So, just as usual whenever the topic of Iwaizumi Hajime enters the conversation between the other two, you’re met with pitying stares from Takahiro and a lot of teasing coming from Issei. But at this point you’ve gotten quite used to it and don’t mind the brunette’s words, whereas you still find yourself growing absolutely annoyed at the way Makki stared at you.

“Stop staring at me like that, Hiro!”, you hiss and roll your eyes, the pity in his face so evident, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s mocking you.

“Just confess to him already!”, the strawberryblonde hisses, running one of his pale hands through his locks before he takes a big sip from his beer.

“Yeah, sure!”, you spit back, your words dripping in sarcasm and annoyance as you try to avoid your chest from growing even heavier at the thought of your best friend coming back after all those years.

“He broke up with that blondie months ago”, Matsukawa begins, his naturally sleepy gaze roaming your face attentively, “and he’s coming back to Japan. Now you really have no excuse left, Y/N”, and just as usual his words hit the right spot and all you can do is let out a shaky sigh before the intensity of your insecurities breaks down onto you like a huge wave.

“I‘m not his type, Mattsun”, you hiss, the bitter taste of reality coating the muscle of your tongue in the worst way possible, “and I‘ve had enough males reject and– or fat shame me. If I have to add Hajime to that list as well, it’s going to break me.”

You feel the two males’ soft gazes on you, whereas you can‘t help but focus on the napkin in between your fingers in hopes of distracting yourself from all those dark thoughts by nervously pulling at it.

“Iwa‘s not like that, Y/N”, Makki replies, brows furrowed in irritation; something you've grown quite used to seeing whenever the topic of your body image issues occured.

“Has he ever dated a big girl before, hm?”, you reply and look at him with arched brows and your lips pressed into a thin line. At the lack of response from the two men in front of you, you just lean back and nod.

“That‘s the point”, you take another deep, shaky breath; the tears threatening to spill from your glossy eyes at the thought of your pretty faced best friend and only men in your heart, “nobody likes women who look like me in that certain way, my loves. Every guy I‘ve been and slept with wanted to hide me or the relationship we had because they didn‘t want to be seen with a big girl.”

Suddenly you‘re hit with the memory of all those times you went home after any kind of intercourse with a male who had brought your hopes up with sugarcoated lies. Only to receive a harsh reality check when they asked you to not tell anyone about it, knowing it‘s simply because of the fact you aren‘t part of society‘s beauty standards.

“Y/N, we-”, “I‘m not talking about you two”, you‘re quick to interrupt Hanamaki, giving him a soft smile, “I know you don‘t care about it and sometimes I find myself wishing I would have fallen for one of you instead of the professional trainer”, you let out an empty, coldhearted chuckle before you finish your glass of wine in one go.

“I would fuck you without hesitation”, Mattsun shrugs, his plump lips stretching into a playful smirk and the tiny hint of seriousness in his gaze has you rolling your eyes with a soft scoff.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Issei”, Makki hisses and gives his best friend the same reaction as you.

“What? I‘m being serious! You know this isn‘t the first time I‘m offering this to you, pretty one”, the brunette replies and this time you can‘t help but chuckle softly at his words, showing him your appreciation for his ability to make such heavy topics vanish from the surface so easily.

“Thank you, Issei but that guy I met on Tinder has been ghosting me for two weeks after we fucked and that‘s why I‘ve had enough dick for now”, and just when you let your gaze roam over the brunette‘s handsome face, you watch Hanamaki‘s face brighten up suddenly and furrow your brows in confusion.

“Hearing Y/N talk about dick is definitely not what I was expecting to come back to but it‘s surely a surprise!”

And upon hearing the familiar voice of your best friend, you understand the reason behind the change in Makki’s expression.

You watch the other two get up from their chairs, approaching the freshly majored trainer with the biggest smiles plastered on their faces whereas you try your best to stay as calm as possible.

However, the simple thought of Iwaizumi coming back had already stressed you out and having him stand behind you in all his glory made the tightness in your chest and the struggle to take proper breaths intensify just like that.

After what feels like an eternity you finally get yourself to stand up as well, turning around literally convinced you‘re ready to see him again after all these years only for it to be the exact opposite.

Your heart skips a whole beat at the sight of Iwaizumi and for a quick second you feel yourself getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen in your lungs.

“Hey”, he mumbles, his voice deep and raspy, something you‘re used to since the two of you have been talking regularly on the phone over the time yet hearing it in person again sends a jolt of hot arousal right into your core.

You nervously let your eyes roam his face; taking in the sight of his features, which have become even sharper during his absence. A soft sigh falls past your lips when you find the little scar right underneath his eyebrow which he had gotten back in middle school during one of his volleyball practices. The familiarity and feeling of security in the soft expression of his pretty, dark green eyes calms you down in an instant and by the time you feel your muscles ease up a bit, he‘s already approaching you with open arms.

Different than you’ve expected from yourself, you‘re quick to wrap your arms around his slim waist, taking him into your embrace with the intention of never letting him go again and at the feeling of his big hands on your body, you can‘t help but tear up a little.

You sniffle softly against the crook of his neck, Iwaizumi letting out a breathy chuckle at your sweet reaction as he caresses your back gently, subconsciously massaging your soft flesh to calm you down even more.

“Seems like someone missed me a lot more than she wanted to admit on the phone, hm?”, Iwa mumbles softly, placing the sweetest kiss on the top of your head as he holds you tight.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki let out a row of deep chuckles, partly laughing at your obvious reaction and partly because of their best friend‘s blatant oblivion.

“Shut up”, you reply with a sniff, taking in the light yet intense smell of his aftershave as well as the scent of detergent you had missed oh so much.

“Enough now, Y/N”, Mattsun huffs, “you can cuddle his stupid ass some other time, let‘s catch up with Mister America”, he adds and you know too well the tall brunette simply does it to stop you from falling even further into this dark hole you‘ve dug yourself; all those years ago.

Throughout the whole night, you stay rather quiet; listening to Iwaizumi‘s stories, more so to his voice but definitely his stories, too.

And every time he mentions some random girl he hooked up with or one of his ex girlfriends, you can literally feel the way he‘s avoiding your gaze; his eyes moving away from your face to focus on the guys as his voice turns a little less enthusiastic. You try your best not to read anything into it, knowing he‘s always been more hesitant towards you when it came to topics like this and in some way you find yourself appreciating it because it definitely helps to make the pain in your chest a little less heavy.

The atmosphere between the four of you remains calm; the familiarity something you‘ve always missed despite you and the other two boys spending just as much time together as you used to back in High School. Having Iwaizumi in your little circle again definitely has changed the air and it‘s in times like these you realize just how close you all actually are.

However, when Hanamaki and Matsukawa both stand up, cigarettes firmly placed between their plump lips, telling the two of you to give them a few minutes, you feel yourself slowly wandering into a state of anxiousness and slight panic.

It‘s not like you haven‘t talked to him alone during his stay in America, but the thought of having to look him in the eyes as you speak has always been something you‘ve struggled with.

Iwaizumi has this certain expression in his beautiful, dark green eyes, which makes it so much harder to not fall for him even more.

You don‘t know if it‘s the confidence and lack of insecurity or the mixture of softness and home which have the butterflies in your stomach go absolutely crazy.

Neither of you say anything for a good minute, your eyes glued to your phone screen which continuously lights up; Oikawa‘s name appearing several times.

You excuse yourself to give the professional athlete the responses he‘s waiting for, rolling your eyes at his way of telling you to shoot your shot at Iwa and “get that D”.

“Are you still talking to that one guy you told me about?”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, his eyes never once leaving yours and with a soft chuckle, you shake your head; enjoying the amount of protectiveness dripping from his words.

“We fucked and then he ghosted me”, you say casually, not realizing that it‘s not one of the other two boys you‘re talking to and with a soft gasp of embarrassment you try to mumble your way out of the situation.

“Iwa, I‘m-”, “Why the fuck would he even do that? Give me his fucking address so I can introduve his kneecaps to my baseball bat”, he‘s quick to interrupt you harshly, his tone filled with anger as his eyes gleam with wrath.

“It‘s okay”, you smile softly, placing your hand on his balled fists to calm him down again, “he told me not to tell anyone that we did it so his intentions have never been good. And on top of that – his dick game was so bad, I didn‘t even get to finish but had to take care of it myself, so it‘s definitely not worth the headache.”

You watch Iwaizumi‘s expression darken even further, his beautiful dark green eyes roaming your face with irritation oozing from his gaze and for a second you like to believe that there‘s even a hint of jealousy in between all those intense emotions but just as usual you find yourself shaking it off rather quickly.

“Why did he ask you not to tell anyone? What the fuck is even wrong with that guy?”, the brunette spits, downing the rest of his beer in one go.

You know why he‘s this angry and at this point you can’t even blame him anymore. Iwaizumi has never really understood why you put up with guys who treated you like absolute shit; continuously telling you how you deserved so much better and even though you wanted to agree, you simply couldn‘t. Because in your head, all those men who were ashamed of being with you yet still found their way to your door were exactly what was meant to be your life.

“Because being with a woman like me isn‘t anything he‘s proud of, Iwa”, you sigh, the words heavy and bitter on your tongue as you struggle to voice the hard reality.

“A woman like you?”, he replies and you see the genuine confusion on his handsome face, making his oblivion sweet almost.

“A big woman, Iwaizumi. Guys don‘t date big girls because we don‘t fit into society‘s beauty standards so being with us is something they‘re ashamed of because God forbid someone thinks they find us attractive“, you nervously play with the hem of your skirt, not having the courage to look into his face as those thing leave your lips, too embarrassed to meet his usually so welcoming and soft, but now wrath-filled gaze.

“That‘s bullshit”, Hajime is quick to spit back, hating the way you belittle yourself like that because of a random guy.

You smile, a soft scoff falling past your lips before you take a sip from the glass in front of you and even though you know you‘re going to regret those words, you still can‘t get yourself to stop from leaving you.

“Then why have you never dated a big girl, Haji?”, your voice is slightly shaky yet you remain the eye contact like a champion, never once averting your gaze from his handsome face even though the thrumming of your heart in your throat makes it so much more difficult to stay focused.

Iwaizumi seems taken aback; your words obviously hitting a place he wasn‘t expecting and that‘s when the feeling of guilt reaches its peak.

“I‘m not- It‘s not because I don‘t find them attractive I just- I uhm-”, the freshly majored professional trainer stumbles over his words like a two-year-old who just started learning how to speak and at the sight of a deep blush covering the apples of his cheeks as well as the tip of his nose and the whole of his neck, you let out a soft sigh.

“You don‘t have to explain yourself, Iwaizumi. I wasn‘t trying to accuse you of anything or offend you in any way, I promise. It’s just a topic I‘ve grown really tired of in the past few years”, you explain, making sure to choose your words carefully and when the tall male suddenly starts calming down again, you know you‘ve got him.

“Y/N, look-”, “Hey, Y/N the weak-dick-game guy is sitting at the bar with his ugly friends, just for your information”, Matsukawa‘s deep voice quickly cuts Iwaizumi off, his words sending shivers down your spine in the most disgusting way possible and with an almost painful roll of your eyes, you down the rest of your best friend‘s beer.

“Wait- What? Which one is it?”, Iwaizumi grunts, the calmness from a few seconds ago completely gone as you look at him with brows furrowed in slight irritation and annoyance.

“It doesn‘t matter, Iwa”, you say and wrap your fingers around his tattooed wrist, making him look into your eyes with another soft exhale, “he‘s not worth it. Just let it go.”

“Y/N, I said”, Iwaizumi is quick to place one of his big hands on your cheek, the dominance in his aura and the authority gleaming in his eyes has you gasping for air and just as usual you feel your panties growing wetter by the minute, “which one is it?”

His words don‘t leave room for protest; so strict and demanding, no matter how hard you try to think rationally, his naturally dominant persona has you submitting to him in a way no other guy has ever managed to.

“T-The one with the long, dark purple Hair”, you quickly reply, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight of Iwaizumi‘s anger and determination.

“Good girl”, he mumbles and pulls away, not even aware of the way his praise has your cunt throbbing like crazy and you absolutely hate him for it.

For a second you can‘t even get back to reality, the haze of arousal and longing for the tall male standing in front of you completely taking over your consciousness.

However, as soon as your brain registers Makki‘s panicked voice, you‘re quick to snap back and without missing another beat, you grab Iwaizumi‘s arm and look at him with pleading eyes.

“Please don‘t make a scene”, you whisper, knowing oh too well how much he loves to get himself in trouble because of his friends.

“He fucked then ghosted you all that while saying he doesn‘t want anyone to know he was with you because you're a big girl? That ugly fucker needs a fucking reality check because he can count himself hella fucking lucky to ever get a go with a woman as amazing and hot as you”, Iwaizumi hisses, his words filled with anger yet so, so sweet that without giving it another thought, you simply let go and try not to show him just how flustered he‘s gotten you.

“Are you guys about to kiss right now?”, Matsukawa suddenly says and with an almost audible roll of your eyes you lift your hand up, showing him your middle finger before you watch Iwaizumi‘s brows furrow even further with visible irritation.

“Then don‘t fight him”, you sigh, “please, Hajime, don‘t get yourself in trouble for a guy who‘s not worth it.”

“We‘ll see about it”, is all he says before he moves out of your tight grip, leaving you to stand at the table like that.

You feel your heart picking up its pace at the sight of the love of your life approaching your ex-hook up; several worst case scenarios popping up in your head within a few short seconds. And unfortunately every single one ends with Hajime throwing his fist into the guy‘s face because of his raging anger issues; something he‘s been trying to handle throughout his whole life.

“Makki, please do something”, you whimper and look at the strawberryblonde with glossy eyes; shivers running down your spine at the sudden sound of Hajime's deep voice cutting through the music of the bar.

“Not into you my fucking ass”, Takahiro hisses and follows Iwaizumi with quick steps, whereas Matsukawa remains next to you, watching the scene unfold with the fattest, shit eating grin on his face.

And while you‘re worried about Iwaizumi‘s well-being, said male can‘t even seem to think straight. The only thing he manages to focus on is the raging anger and hot wrath rushing through his veins at the thought of some random, small dicked guy treating you like dirt. With every step he takes, it seems to get worse and at some point the professional trainer is worried about his physical health because of the pace his heart is hammering against his rib cage with.

Iwaizumi has always struggled to understand why you put up with males who are literally unworthy of your presence yet every time he had asked, you simply shrugged and told him that this was how you were meant to be loved. Behind closed doors, hidden away from the world by people who literally worship the society‘s beauty standard.

And all of that when you‘ve had him right in front of you for all those years, ready to love and worship every bit of your body and soul.

Of course for you to let him love you he might have had to tell you about his feelings but as the years passed by, Iwaizumi slowly started to lose every bit of hope he had left. During his four year long absence you‘ve had your fair share of boyfriends and after the third one, the only choice he had left was to force himself to move on or else he would have lost his mind.

It‘s not like he never wanted to confess during High School but there was just something holding him back. The thought of losing you was heavy on his chest especially because Iwaizumi was very well aware you didn‘t feel the same. So for his own sake he chose not to tell you about his feelings for you; not even bearing the mental image of going through such rough times without you by his side.

He‘s already lost count of the amount of times he wanted to scream at you about how he would treat you just how you truly deserved to be treated and not like those douchebags who liked to use you for their own pleasure just to throw you away like a used tissue once they were done.

And after not being able to physically do anything for you because of the distance, he‘s finally got the chance to show you that no, those guys‘ behavior is not okay and yes, putting them back into their place is absolutely worth the headache.

“Hey”, the trainer hisses, coming to stand directly in front of the tall, purple haired guy, Rin Matsuoka, who‘s quick to harden his expression upon seeing the brunette.

“What can I help you with, big guy?”, Rin mumbles, placing his bottle of beer on the counter with his brows raised in curiosity.

Iwaizumi doesn‘t even waste another minute as he harshly grabs the collar of Rin‘sblack leather jacket, pulling him closer to himself. His friends rather quickly, yet Hanamaki and this time even Matsukawa are faster, coming to stand right next to each one of them with their arms firmly placed in front of their bodies to stop them from intervening.

“You‘re gonna listen to me and you‘re gonna listen good, did you fucking hear me?”, and just like a few minutes ago, Hajime‘s voice is cold and distant, not leaving room for discussion all while making sure to keep his tight grip.

The confusion and immense irritation is clearly visible on Rin‘s features; brows furrowed, jaw tensed and eyes gleaming with some kind of unnameable anger.

And the longer you watch the situation unfold, the heavier the anxiety in your system becomes and as you struggle to take proper breaths, you find yourself approaching your best friends; not wanting him to get his hands dirty on a guy like Matsuoka.

“What the-”, “Iwa please, he‘s not worth it..”, you say and wrap your fingers around his wrist, trying to find his gaze with desperate eyes only for him to gulp harshly and calmly tell you to take a step back.

“You?”, Rin spits, his dark eyes boring into your side as you try to ignore him; the amount of humiliation and shame washing over your body way too overwhelming to handle.

“Haji, let‘s just go, please”, you whisper, taking his face into your hands, his skin literally burning underneath your fingertips.

“No, Y/N, this stupid bastard has to understand that you can‘t just go and treat women like absolute dirt and get away with it”, Iwaizumi moves out of your soft touch, making Rin shift his attention back on you before the deep voice of one of his friends cuts through the tension.

“What the fuck is he talking about, Rin? Do you know her?”, the blonde says, his tone rather degrading when talking about you and at the way his eyes roam your body with a rather opposed expression show you exactly why that‘s the case.

“N-No, I don‘t!”, he‘s quick to defend himself, his eyes shifting to his friends with sheer panic filling the dark color and you feel your heart sink and the disgusting feeling of shame rushing through your veins.

“You‘re such a fucking piece of shit, Rin”, you hiss and swallow your tears; the taste bitter as the realization of being sometjing to be ashamed of hits you yet again.

“You definitely weren‘t acting like this when you fucked me”, you add and roll your eyes, taking a step back as the anger overcomes you and you basically give Iwaizumi a silent free pass to do whatever the hell he needs to, “or better said – when you tried to. It wasn‘t like I came with your weak dick game anyway so..”

“You fucked that fat bitch? Oh, yikes”, the other friend suddenly says, his words hitting you in the face like literal bricks and before you can even take your next breath or shift your eyes to the face the voice belongs to, the guy suddenly falls to the floor, holding his bloody nose.

You let out a shocked gasp, your eyes falling to Hanamaki who‘s busy shaking his hand, his knuckles already reddened and slightly bruised as he looks at you with a satisfied grin, “no one gets to call my best friend a bitch.”

“I was full on drunk and- do you really think I‘d fuck her sober?”, Rin tries to talk himself out of it and with a cold chuckle you throw your head back.

“How the fuck dare you talk to her like that”, is the last thing Iwaizumi spits before he throws his fist right into Rin‘s face with a deep grunt.

Another loud shriek escapes your lips and suddenly the anger and anxiety seem to leave your body and a huge wave of adrenaline hits you at the sight of your ex-hook up falling to the floor and Iwaizumi quickly moving with him.

For what feels like a whole hour but is probably nothing longer than a minute, you‘re literally frozen; your eyes the only moving part of your body as you watch your best friends break their knuckles on the jaws of literal strangers to them.

The following hour passes by in a blur. You can‘t really remember how or who separated them from those guys, or how you got yourself to call an uber and manage to get the four of you to your flat.

By the time the adrenaline stops making the blood rush in your ear, you‘re taking care of Matsukawa‘s wounds with shaky hands; the two others holding ice packs to their faces to ease the swelling of their bruises.

“Stop sighing so much”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, his dark eyes focusing the movements of your hands before he looks at you with a slightly softer expression, “we did what we had to do. And I‘m glad we did it. Those guys already looked so fucking punchable”, he explains and with a scolding scoff you press your lips to a thin line.

“You‘re back in Japan for how long? Two days? Yet already got yourself in trouble, a physical fight at that, Hajime. You‘re not your High School self anymore, start behaving that way, please”, you reply and hand Mattsun a plastic bag filled with ice cubes, softly caressing his bruised cheek before you stand up from your place on the floor.

“You got yourself one hell of a mouth while I was gone, huh?”, he replies cockily, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he follows you into the bathroom.

You feel your body heating up at his words, the sexual tension laying underneath the surface slowly finding its way to you again and with a soft sigh, you ignore the brunette.

“How was I supposed to let him say all those things to you and not do anything, Y/N?”, Iwaizumi replies, a pouty word of gratitude leaving his lips when you take his big hand into yours and start cleaning up the blood on his bruised knuckles.

You try your best to stop your thoughts from wandering to sinful places yet images of those pretty, tattooed fingers wrapped around your throat and knuckle deep buried inside of your cunt have already filled your mind by the time you lower your gaze from his face.

“I‘m used to-”, “That does not make it okay, Y/N”, your best friend suddenly says, taking your chin in between his fingers to lift your head and look at you with those beautiful, dark green eyes.

“You deserve so, so much better and I‘m glad I can finally tell you this in person after all those years. Please stop letting douches like him take advantage of you”, he sighs, taking your hands into his and pulling you a little bit closer to himself.

“It‘s that or Matsukawa‘s cock and I‘d rather have a stranger emotionally pain me than my best friend, so-”, “What? What the fuck are you talking about?”, Iwaizumi interrupts you harshly, your words obviously irritating him.

“After my last boyfriend dumped me a year ago I‘ve only had casual flings because I got tired of using my hand to get off and Matsukawa offered to take care of it instead. But then again, it‘s just a lot less complicated with a stranger than it is with your best friend, that‘s why I‘m putting up with shit like this”, you explain to him and walk back into the living room where Mattsun and Makki are currently busy with your leftover take out from the previous night.

“So if it wasn‘t for that, you‘d let him fuck you?”, Iwaizumi‘s tone has turned cold again, the softness gone and replaced by something a little thicker and more intense than anger. And when you turn around to look at him, you see literal jealousy gleaming in the green color surrounding his iris, basically leaving you speechless.

“Why do you even care, Iwa?”, you reply, dramatically throwing your hands into the air as his tensed demeanor sends you in some kind of haze of irritation.

“Answer my fucking question, Y/N”, is all you get in response; the brunette closing the distance between the two of you with a few small steps and it‘s the lack of space between your faces that has you realizing just how unevenly he‘s breathing.

Your heart starts slamming against your rib cage with rather brutal pace, your head spinning from the sudden adrenaline shooting through your body and on top of all of it you feel your cunt clenching around nothing like crazy as Iwaizumi’s heavy scent fills your nose.

“Yes”, you say and feel your voice breaking, “yes, I would fuck Matsukawa because why not? Hm, Iwaizumi? There‘s nothing else stopping me from it other than-”, “You can‘t and won‘t fuck him”, he suddenly interrupts your outburst, his expression as dark as ever as he softly pushes you against wall.

“I think this is the moment where we‘re supposed to leave”, Makki mumbles, pulling Mattsun from the couch before they gather their things and leave the two of you to yourself.

As the silence surrounds the two of you, the tension grows even thicker, heavier, more present than before and with every breath you take you feel yourself growing more and more aroused.

“And why is that, hm? I can and will fuck whoever I want”, you spit back, trying so hard ot not let the arousal get to your head yet the disgusting urge to submit to Iwaizumi‘s naturally dominant personality slowly starts overwhelming you.

Hajime chuckles deeply, his eyes lazily roaming your face, pressing his strong body even further against yours as your head starts spinning more and more with every second passing by.

“Iwa…”, you whimper softly, throwing your head back and harshly digging gripping the soft fabric of his shirt; the close contact makes you a lot more nervous than before.

He slowly takes a deep breath before he bends down to let his nose graze your jawline, and eventually letting his mouth find its way to your ear.

“Because no one can fuck you like I can, pretty one”, Iwaizumi whispers, his voice a whole octave deeper than just a few seconds before and you hate the way every single one of his words sends a single, hot jolt of arousal right into your core.

“And”, you hear him inhale sharply, his hands finding their way to your hips, groping the soft flesh firmly in his palms before he takes a short break and then pulls away to look at you again, “no one can love you like I can.”

At the sound of those words, your eyes snap open within a second your heart skips a literal beat.

“W-What?”, you whisper, your throat completely dried up, your head desperately trying to process what he’s just said and just as your body is about to fall into some kind of haze, you feel yourself drowning in a wave of anxiety at the thought of having misheard him.

“I love you, Y/N”, Iwaizumi says just when those thoughts are about to take over you.

“Ha-Hajime…”, you mumble; your bottom lip starts to quiver as tears pricker at the corners of your eyes, the first few finding their way down your cheek in an instant.

A few seconds of silence pass in which you two just look at each other, Iwaizumi’s pupils blown out, cheeks tinted in the deepest shade of red and plump lips parted as he also tries to understand what just happened.

After all these years of imagining what it might be like to hear these kind of words from the love of your life, it’s finally become reality and the longer you look at him, the lighter the weight on your chest becomes.

“I’m sorry if I ruined our friendship with this but I just – couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. When I was in America I had promised myself to confess as soon as possible when I’m back so here I am. Those men don’t deserve you. Neither do I but I would have hated myself forever if I didn’t at least try. So”, he finishes his sudden explanation with another deep exhale before he takes a step back, his glossy eyes wandering from yours down to the floor, “thank you for everything and please take care.”

And fortunately your body acts a lot faster than your mind because while you still try to process his soft, sweet words – the words you’ve been dying to hear for so, so long – you find yourself tightening your grip on his shirt and pulling him back into you with a soft sob.

“I love you, too”, you whisper against his lips, pressing your forehead against his as your eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming warmth coming from his body.

“Fuck, baby”, Iwaizumi chuckles breathlessly, wrapping his arms around your body and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?”

You smile brightly at his genuine and soft words, the feeling of coming home – a place you’ve longed for literal years – slowly breaks down onto you in the form of waves and for the first time in a really long time, you don’t mind being overwhelmed like that.

“So that means that you’re mine now?”, Iwaizumi whispers, pulling away and taking your face into his big hands, the smell of blood grazing your nose yet easily gets overshadowed by the way he’s looking at you as if you were holding the whole world in your hands.

You nod and move further into his touch, enjoying the feeling of being so safe and secure in one’s hands after not even feeling comfortable with anyone in years.

“T-Thank you for loving me, Iwa”, you gulp harshly, looking at him with teary eyes at the memory of all those who had managed to break your heart in the past years.

“No, baby”, he sighs, pressing the softest kiss right onto your lips, “thank you for letting me love you. When I say you’re literally everything I’ve ever dreamed of, I’m not even exaggerating because that’s what you are to me. A dream come true”, those are the last words Hajime mumbles before he pulls you into a proper kiss; not giving you the opportunity to reply.

The kiss starts off slow and calm. As if both of you were still trying to understand that this was actually happening because despite the hesitant movements, neither of you can hide the intense hunger lingering underneath every soft peck.

Iwaizumi, just as usual, lacks the patience to keep it going like that, not even trying to take it easier for even longer as he pulls your chin down and calmly pushes his tongue into your mouth, easily eliciting a soft moan from you. Your fingers find home in his brown curls, pulling at the thick strands and finally making him grunt right against your tongue; the deep sound sending vibrations and sweet little jolts of excitement through your whole body.

You slowly feel his hands wander; first starting off caressing your back, groping the soft flesh of your waist as well as the fingers of his right hand softly digging into your skin and for a second. You allow yourself to fall deeper and deeper into the perfect feeling of his touch until suddenly a mental image of his most recent ex-girlfriend pops up in your head and you stop functioning completely.

Iwaizumi lets his lips wander down your chin, placing a row of open mouthed kisses on your jaw before he moves to your neck and pulls the sensitive skin into his mouth without wasting another minute. The feeling of his hot tongue on your skin has your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you desperately try to distract yourself from your anxiety‘s attempt to ruin this for you.

You let out a soft whimper when Hajime wraps one of his big hands around one of your tits, harshly groping the flesh while rubbing his hard, clothed cock against your thick thigh.

His deep grunts and needy touches have you ruining your panties in no time to the point where the lacey fabric is literally sticking to your hot flesh in a rather uncomfortable way.

“Need you, baby”, Iwaizumi grunts, the movements of his hips rather sloppy and rushed yet so, so genuine and sweet, you can‘t help but smile softly.

“You got me, Haji”, you reply and take his handsome face into your hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs, “I‘m all yours.”

“Fuck, baby”, he moans and suddenly pulls away, his hands finding their way to the hem of your dress before he meets your eyes and wordlessly asks for your consent.

You give him a quick nod, pushing the voice of your anxiety all the way to the back of your head as Hajime slowly pushes the fabric up your thighs, revealing more and more skin before his eyes roll into the back of his eyes at the sight of your black lace panties.

He doesn‘t waste much time; quickly pulling the rest of it over your head and then taking a whole step back to let his greedy eyes roam your body with lust and nothing but adoration.

And when you realize your current, exposed state you take a deep breath to hold those insecurities back, however they‘re a lot faster than you are.

You nervously try to cover your naked body with your arms. Just the thought of him finding you and your body disgusting breaks your heart into pieces and with shivers of shame rushing down your spine, you lower your gaze.

“L-Look, I know it‘s not what you‘re used to and I- you don‘t have to touch me. I can just suck your cock or give you a handjob if you feel more comfortable that way”, you say, your voice a mere whisper and eventually breaking at the end when you give in to the tears.

“Baby…”, Iwaizumi sighs, pain evident in the tone of his voice. He calmly takes your wrists into his big hands before he pulls your arms away from your body, softly asking you to look at him and after what feels like an eternity, you manage to lift your head only to be met with nothing but warm, dark green eyes.

“You‘re fucking perfect”, he whispers and places a tiny little kiss on your lips, leaving you longing for more as he pulls away right afterwards, “there‘s literally nothing I would change about you.”

At the sound of those sweet words, you simply cannot hold back your tears any longer. You look at Iwaizumi with a quivering bottom lip as you let out a row of soft sobs; digging your nails into the skin of his wrists because you simply don‘t know what else to do.

For the first time in your life, your brain isn‘t protesting against a compliment and you know if it wasn‘t for him, there would be no way you‘d believe it.

“B-But your ex-girlfriends are the exact opposite and-”, “They don‘t matter, baby. You‘re you and it‘s all I could have asked for. I‘m in love with every part of your body and that has never been any different”, Iwaizumi interrupts you with his calm voice, placing his hands on your waist before one of them finds its way to your barely clothed ass.

“But-”, “No more buts”, the brunette says, a lot sterner and more determined, groping the flesh of your ass and then landing a firm spank on the soft flesh which has you whimpering into the crook of his neck.

Iwaizumi chuckles and pulls you into another deep kiss, sucking at your tongue, nibbling on your bottom lip all while his hands make sure to graze every bit of naked skin they can find. He pushes his leg in between your thighs, pressing it right against your cunt and without even wasting another second you find yourself grinding against the strong muscle. The fabric of his jeans rubs your throbbing clit in the best way possible, eliciting a row of needy whimpers from you.

You feel yourself soaking through the fabric of our lace panties and you know you‘re currently leaving a huge stain on Iwaizumi‘s pants but the pleasure clouding your mind makes it so easy to just ignore it.

“What a needy girl you are, baby”, Hajime mumbles, caressing the slightly dampened skin of cheeks with his thumb before he moves to graze your bottom lip and eventually pushes the digit into your open mouth.

Your lids fly open at the taste of his skin on your tongue, twirling the muscle around his thumb and then sucking on it softly, followed by some muffled moans of his name.

Iwaizumi watches you attentively for what feels like an eternity. His beautiful eyes wandering from the way you‘re rubbing your clunt against his clothed thigh to your perky nipples and then up to the way your lips look wrapped around his thumb like that and from the way his expression keeps growing darker and even hungrier, you know he‘s more than just enjoying your despair.

“I want to spit in your mouth”, he says, using the dominant tone you‘re oh so used to at this point and there‘s no way you‘d ever say no to him.

Something about being claimed in such a lewd way by the man you‘ve been dreaming of for years has you grinding your pussy into his thigh even harder; making sure to hit your clit with every rushed drag of your hips.

“Yes, p-please, Daddy”, you beg, not even overthinking any of your words as you part your lips and look at him with big, needy eyes.

When you notice the rather shocked and slightly overwhelmed expression on Iwaizumi‘s face, you gulp harshly, tilting your head to the side with your lips pushed into a concerned pout.

“What‘s wrong, Iwa?”, you whisper, way too scared of his response.

“You called me Daddy”, he replies and licks his plump lips, whereas you freeze completely at his comment.

“D-Did I? I‘m so sorry, Iwa”, the apology falls past your lips almost instantly at the realization because you know that not every guy is comfortable with such dynamic and even if Hajime definitely has a natural dominance to his personality, you should have waited a little longer before bringing this particular kink up.

“None of my boyfriends liked it and I don‘t like using it with completely strangers so I g-guess I just feel really safe with you and it slipped and I- oh, God, I‘m so sorry.”

You pull away from Iwaizumi with shaky hands, tears threatening to spill for the nth time within such a short period and you try your best to look everywhere but his eyes.

However, Iwaizumis seems to have other plans.

He takes your chin into his hand and pulls your face closer, nudges your nose with his own and then sucks your bottom lip into his mouth; making you whimper rather loudly.

“Say it again, baby”, he whispers, “tell Daddy how badly you want his spit.”

As his words echo inside of your brain, you let out a loud, high pitched whine, harshly trying to press your thigh further together ss the throbbing of your cunt becomes unbearable.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply, pushing his hand down to your neck and smiling softly when he wraps his pretty fingers around your throat, feeding right into every single fantasy you‘ve been imagining for so long, “spit in my mouth and on my cunt, I don‘t care. I just need it.”

“Good girl”, Iwa growls softly, “open up then, pretty one.”

You part your lips almost automatically at the sound of his demand, sticking your tongue out slightly and looking up at him with anticipation and such eagerness, if it wasn‘t for him, you would have never been as comfortable as this.

Iwaizumi smirks at you, keeping his grip on your throat firm but not too tight as he gathers his own saliva and spits into your mouth with a loud, lewd sound that sends shivers of pleasure straight down your spine and right into your core.

You can‘t stop your lips from stretching into a big smile when his taste coats the muscle of your tongue, swallowing it all in one go before you open your mouth yet again to show him it‘s all gone.

“Good fucking girl”, Iwaizumi praises you softly, caressing your cheek before he lets fo of your throat, “I got myself a perfect little doll, hm?”

“Thank you, Daddy”, you reply quickly, the intense urge to obey to his every word and submit to his every move absolutely overwhelming at this point, but you would never want it any other way.

“Look at you, using your manners for me. You‘re welcome, princess. What about a little reward for being so good for me, baby? Wanna sit on my face so I can eat that pretty pussy of yours?”, Iwaizumi takes you hand into his, intertwining his fingers with yours before he guides you to the couch, letting himself fall into the soft cushion whereas you try your best not to panic at his words.

Of course the thought of having his mouth on your cunt is more than just tempting but you've never sat on a guy‘s face before; the fear of literally suffocating him with your weight making it impossible for you to even think about it.

“C-Can‘t you just eat me out like this, Daddy?”, you whisper, looking down to meet Iwa‘s hungry gaze and stopping him from pulling your panties any further down your thighs.

“I‘m too heavy”, the explanation follows right away, not wanting him to think it has anything to do with him or his wishes, “I don‘t want to hurt you.”

“Baby, I want you to sit on my face so I can eat your pretty pussy. That‘s it”, Iwaizumi says, his right hand finding the clasp of your bra and quickly getting rid of it before he takes both of your tits into his big hands; toying with your nipples and attentively watching the way your gasps grow louder with every pull on the perky buds, “you don‘t have to if you don‘t want to but don‘t you dare worry about me because this has been a dream of mine for literal years. Oh, how badly I want to be squished by those pretty, thick thighs of yours – you have no idea.”

“I want to! It’s just that I’ve never done this before. A-Are you sure? Please don‘t think you have to want this to make me feel better, I‘m okay with whatever you‘re comfortable with”, you whisper, not trusting your voice when you suddenly feel Iwaizumi‘s fingers tracing patterns on the inside of your thighs.

“Enough of this, pretty one”, his words are accompanied by a firm spank on your naked ass cheek; the pain of the sting leaving your pussy a spasming mess and with a soft moan you tighten your grip in his hair, “now sit on my face or I won’t fuck you.”

“N-No! Daddy, I‘m sorry, I promise I‘ll be good”, you whine quickly letting go of him so he can lay on his back only for Iwaizumi to get rid of his black shirt; revealing his strong, well trained body and all those dark lines adorning his tanned skin to your hungry eyes.

It takes you a few good seconds to gain enough confidence to actually spread your legs over his face, your whole body shaking with nervousness. But once Iwaizumi wraps his strong arms around your thighs and pulls your body even further down to his face, you slowly start easing up.

The feeling of his hot breath fanning against the wet flesh of your cunt sends goosebumps down your back. And the sight of his pretty face between your thick thighs, something you‘ve always been so insecure about, seems to slowly take a place as one of your favorite images to ever exist.

“Look me in the eyes, baby”, Iwaizumi mumbles and sucks at the skin of your inner thigh, his tongue on your skin making more and more juices gush out of your already drenched cunt as you allow yourself to meet his hungry gaze.

And just when your eyes meet, Iwaizumi sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe over the hor flesh of your pussy before he gently pulls your little clit into his mouth and starts sucking on it.

You let out a loud groan; the sudden stimulation on your needy clit sending literal shock waves of pleasure through your body and without even realizing you slowly grind yourself further against his mouth.

Iwaizumi moans into your flesh, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations right into your core, making your cunt clench even harder around nothing and if it wasn‘t for the intensity of his stare, you would have looked away already. Yet just as usual, there‘s something about the way he looks at you which has you feeling at literal ease – even in such a situation.

“Come on, baby”, Iwaizumi suddenly grunts, letting go of the sensitive bud with a loud sound before placing an open mouthed kiss on your clit and landing a harsh spank on your ash which has your body jolting in antica, “don’t be shy now. Ride my face like the good girl you are, make me proud…”, he adds softly, his words encouraging you easily and with a sound of affirmation, you start grinding your hips to meet the hot muscle of his tongue.

The following minutes are filled with loud slurping noises, high pitched moans and deep grunts as well as more words of affirmation and encouragement all while Iwaizumi continues to switch between thrusting his tongue into your tight hole and sucking on your clit before he eventually starts fingerfucking you with two of his thick digits.

You can't help but throw your head back at the immense amount of pleasure; your body and mind slowly reaching a point of complete haze as you lose yourself in the feeling of his touch.

And by the time you finally feel the taste of your high coating the tip of your tongue, your grip on Iwaizumi‘s hair tightens and a row of loud, choked out begs fall past your bit swollen lips.

“Look at your greedy little pussy clenching around my fingers like that”, Iwa chuckles deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he keeps his mouth way too close to your throbbing little clit, “and those pretty begs. Gosh, baby, you‘re going to drive me insane.”

“S-So close, Daddy”, you choke out, your eyes flying open when you feel a third finger joining the two inside of your tight cunt, the pain of the stretch in combination with the pleasure of your upcoming high making your head spin.

“There we go, that‘s my baby”, he takes a deep breath and starts kneading the soft flesh of your ass in his palms, “want you to cum all over my fucking face. Show me what a good fucking girl you are.”

And those are the last words your brain manages to register before you feel the first wave of your orgasm hit you. Your sight turns pitch black and then white for a good second, your whole body tensing up at the feeling of coil in your core finally snapping.

Your thighs are shaking, your breath continuously hitching as you desperately try to regain your composure and if it wasn‘t for Iwaizumi‘s touch on your sensitive pussy, you‘d stay in the beautiful haze of your orgasm.

“You came so hard for me, baby”, Iwaizumi grins and pushes his fingers into his mouth before you finally find enough energy to get off of his face.

“W-Want more”, you whisper, your voice raspy and breathy as you tell him your request; low-key scared of being too greedy yet at the sight of Iwaizumi‘s eyes sparkling with excitement, you know he‘s not one to deny you anything. He‘s never been, after all.

“How about we move this to your bedroom, baby? I‘ve been dying to press your face into the mattress and ruin that little pussy of yours.” You feel a jolt of excitement blooming inside your chest at his words, nodding eagerly before you reach for his hand and guide him down the hall to your bedroom.

“Do you want me to suck you off?”, you say when the two of you come to stand in your room, your eyes focusing on the huge bulge in his pants, which manages to scare you slightly with its impressive size.

You always knew your best friend wasn‘t on the smaller side when it came to size yet you still can‘t hide just how surprised you are by its actual size. And suddenly the three fingers make a lot more sense to you.

“Let‘s save that for another time, pretty one. I‘ve been dreaming about pumping your cute little hole full of my cum for way too long. I can‘t wait any longer”, Iwaizumi replies and finally starts unbuckling his belt.

You take the few seconds he‘s busy to let your eyes admire the beauty of his perfectly sculpted body. You follow the dark lines of his chest tattoo, take in the sight of his stone hard abs and veiny arms as you press your thighs even more together to ease some of the pressure on your cunt.

“Are you done eyefucking me, pretty one?”, Iwaizumi suddenly chuckles, casually pushing his jeans as well as his boxer briefs down his meaty thighs and exposing his hard cock for your hungry eyes to devour.

He wraps his pretty fingers around his throbbing length, the tip an angry shade of red as precum continues to leak out; making your mouth water at the mere thought of having him in your mouth.

“Everything about you is so pretty”, you sigh and look into his eyes, the genuine appreciation in the green surrounding his iris making your heart grow warmer before he comes to stand in front of you in all of his glory.

“I love you so much”, Iwaizumi replies calmly, taking your face into his big hands before he places the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, too”, you mumble and get up, pressing your lips against his and sighing into his mouth when he pushes his tongue past your lips without missing a beat.

Just when Iwaizumi starts letting his hands wander over your naked body, he halts his movements and pulls away slightly, “my pretty little baby, make sure to face the mirror so you can watch while I fuck your brains out. I want you to see just how perfect you are.”

“Yes, Daddy”, you whisper, your lips stretched into a big, big smile as you move out of his strong grip to position yours on your knees just as you were told.

Your heart suddenly starts racing again when you bury your face in your arms, making sure to push your ass as high as possible to give Iwaizumi easy access to your glistening cut. The excitement in combination with the pleasure and deep, deep longing finally manage to take over your brain; shoving the anxiety alongside all those insecurities to the very back of your head and making it easy for you to put your whole focus on the tll male behind you.

Iwaizumi’s rough hands caress your bare ass softly, kneading the flesh and lightly spanking it a few times before he lets a thick drop of his spit fall right onto your clenching pussy; sending goosebumps down your back at the feeling of it sliding down your flesh and mixing with your leaking juices.

You feel the tip of his thick cock nudging your entrance, the memory of his size making you tense up subconsciously and just when you’re about to hold your breath, Iwaizumi’s deep, calming voice echoes through the silence of your room.

“Take a deep breath, baby”, he whispers, knowing you’re going to follow his orders just like the good girl you love to be, “Daddy’s got you, okay? I’m gonna go easy, I promise.”

You lift your head to meet his comforting gaze through the mirror in front of you and without another beat passing, you feel yourself calming down again; the feeling of being absolutely safe and secure in his hand making it the easiest task.

And when Iwaizumi feels the tension in your body easing up, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes his thick tip into your tight hole. You whimper at the delicious stretch, the pain easily overshadowed by the sound of Iwaizumi’s heavy breathing and little moans.

“I’m gonna go all in, baby or else it’s going to hurt a lot more”, you appreciate his warning because as he’s saying it, Iwaizumi thrusts the whole of his impressive length into your spasming cunt; pushing every bit of air out of your lungs and pushing you way too close to your second high of the night. You can’t help but whimper loudly, tears already streaming down your cheeks because of the beautiful feeling of pain and pleasure mixing inside of your veins from the intensity of the stretch.

Iwaizumi, as always the gentleman, gives you all the time you need to adjust to his size; only growing slightly impatient as you still whine softly after two whole minutes yet you’re quick to lift your head again with quivering bottom lip and teary eyes, begging him to just fuck you.

“Please, Daddy”, you sob, moving away from him in a desperate attempt for some kind of friction; your cunt spasming around his thick cock like crazy and you know you’re only a few thrust and some clit stimulation away from your next high, “please, fuck me.”

“My greedy little whore”, Iwaizumi grunts, pulling his cock out of you astonishingly slow with the sole purpose of teasing you, “you’re going to take what Daddy gives you, did you hear me?”

You moan as the feeling of his tip dragging alongside your spongy walls, your eyes rolling into the back of your head only to find your way back to reality with a couple of harsh spanks on your already sore ass.

“Good sluts answer when being talked to, pretty one”, he warns, thrusting his cock back into you with one quick snap of his hips; burying himself balls deep inside of your overly sensitive cunt.

“Yes, Daddy, yes”, you cry and look up at him with glossy eyes, “just please, fuck my stupid little cunt, please.” Iwaizumi lets out a row of deep chuckles followed by raspy groans in response to your perfect answer before he nods at you and mumbles a few soft praises right into your ear and then straightens himself again.

“Alright then, pretty one.”

Loud grunts fill your ears so beautifully, echoing through the thick air of your bedroom and in combination with the sound of skin meeting skin in a constant rhythm, you feel the exact way your body is slowly falling into the beautiful bliss of another high.

Iwaizumi fucks you fast, harsh and rough. There’s nothing soft and romantic about the way his hips are meeting yours in a steady rhythm; making sure to hit that sweet spot deep inside of your pussy with every single one of his thrusts as he continues to use his whole strength on your burning ass.

But not once do you even think about telling him to go easier on you; this iwaizumi the one you’ve been imagining for all those years.

It doesn’t take long for him to wrap his strong arm around your chest to pull you up, his fingers also finding their way back home around your delicate throat.

“Look at you, baby”, he groans right into your ear, making you open your eyes and meet your own reflection in the mirror, “you’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t comprehend it.”

You stare at yourself with your lips parted in awe, eyes falling to the sight of Iwaizumi’s thick cock stretching your tiny cunt before you go back to trying to recognize yourself.

Because for the first time in literal years, you don’t hate what you see and even if it’s because of IWaizumi’s strong body right behind you, you still feel this certain type of warmth blossoming in your chest.

"Feels so good, baby", he groans, throwing his head back as the movements of his hips start to become slightly sloppier, a little more uncontrolled, "so tight and warm, so fucking perfect", Hajime’s voice breaks at the end of his soft praise because of your walls clenching around his cock even more the closer you get to the edge.

You start feeling dizzy, your sight turning into a blurr and at some point you can’t even in- or exhale without letting out a shaky moan.

Iwaizumi looks at you with wide, hungry eyes, the feeling of your walls gripping his cock like a goddamn vice sending him into an ecstatic state and the longer he watches you getting lost in the pleasure, the more he struggles to keep his rhythm.

You’re mumbling incoherent sentences, desperately trying to tell the brunette about how close you are whereas the pleasure makes it absolutely impossible for you to form a proper sentence.

“Are you going to cum for me again, baby?”, Iwaizumi grunts, tightening his grip on your throat, making you gasp for air as you nod in response to his question.

“My perfect little slut”, he sighs, his hand reaching down to rub your hard, throbbing clit with two of his rough digits, “fucking do it. Cum for your Daddy like the good whore you are.”

And just like a few minutes prior, those words are the last straw and eventually make you stumble over the edge head first. Your walls start spasming around Iwa’s cock like crazy, your loud moans and soft cries are the only thing he can focus on and without missing another minute, Iwaizumi also lets himself get consumed by the beautiful feeling of relief.

Iwa hips still, his cock buried deeply inside of your tight sex as he coats your walls with his creamy cum. Your new boyfriend gets lost in the feeling of finally getting to cum inside of you after waiting for so many years; feeding the fantasy of getting to claim you in the most intimate way possible. He buries his face in the sweaty crook of your neck, his rapid breath fanning your skin as the two of you try to calm down from your intense highs. Your hand finds its way into his dark hair, massaging his scalp with your eyes closed and your legs still shaking from the aftermath of your breathtaking orgasm. Without pulling out of you, despite his own release leaking out of you and down the sides of his cock, Iwaizumi makes you lay down with him; just tightly holding you in his arms.

A few minutes filled with nothing but soft breathing pass by before you finally find the strength to move again; the sudden need to look at Iwaizumi’s completely fucked out face overwhelming you in the best way possible. And when you turn around to look at him, you’re met with a breathtaking sight.

Messy strands of sweaty hair falling into his flushed face, swollen lips and glossy eyes sparkling at you in a way you’ve never seen before and in that moment you feel yourself falling in love with Iwaizumi all over again.

“I’m so in love with you”, you whisper and caress the soft skin of his cheeks, loving the way he moves even further into your touch.

“Always and forever only yours, pretty one”, Iwaizumi sighs and presses his forehead against yours.

࿏ A/N: And here it finally is! My first x chubby reader fic!! As a chubby someone who’s been reading fanficion for a long time, I’ve always craved some kind of representation and now I finally got to join this side of the community and I’m more than just happy about the way it turned out. I genuinely hope you guys will enjoy this and find comfort the same way I did while writing this. Please feel free to leave any sort of feedback if you enjoyed it and thank you so much for everything.

#haikyuu smut #Iwaizumi x female reader #Iwaizumi x chubby reader #haikyuu x reader #Iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!! smut #hq!! smut #hq!! x reader #hq!! x female reader #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #kyovtani #💌.chubby reader #💌.for iwa lovers

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years ago

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~ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; Chan x fem!reader, slight choking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it bitch), exhibitionism, clitoral stimulation, fingering, nicknames, thigh,,, rubbing?, nipple play, dirty talk, cum, orgasm (m/f), getting caught oop.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 2,4 k

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; yes yes!! thank you anon!! this is my last request as well heh

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; another song that is very dear to my heart,,, although for a kinda sad reason but we wont get into that lmao-

also i laughed while writing this because idk some of the descriptions are like,,, SO FUCKING WEIRD I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS

23. “Should I be quiet?” ; The Neighbourhood - Nervous

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

The small room was rather dark, only the moonlight reflecting it’s light through the window as the four walls were filled with small snores and the occasional turning of the blankets. That wasn’t coming from just your boyfriend that lied next to you in a peaceful slumber but the three other boys that had passed out in the room after watching a movie. You sighed, this wasn’t the most appropriate time to be needy but there was nothing you could do about it. No matter how much you turned and twisted the lewd thoughts stuck to your head like gum to the sole of a shoe.

You looked at Chan, his slow breath tickled against your face, his face slightly puffy from all the snacks he ate before bed, his cheek squished against the pillow and you felt bad for thinking such sinful thoughts about him when he was right beside you. You scooted closer to him, unknowingly rubbing against his thigh and not letting your eyes divert from his face for even a split second, heart thumping at the thought that he could wake up at any moment. You let out a tiny whimper, biting your lip and coating it with a sheen of saliva, your face and ears heating up as the gain of friction between your clothed dripping cunt and his bare thigh got to you. Waking him up would just be mean, he worked so hard during the day so surely he deserved a good nights rest but at the same time,,, maybe he needed a way to relieve his stress?

The sensation was just too good, you quickly stripped yourself from your pyjama pants, leaving you in Chan’s oversized shirt and your soaking panties that were sticking to your wet folds, a little patch of slick staining them. Before you knew it you were back to humping his leg like a desperate puppy, just a little longer and then you��ll stop and sleep like you were supposed to. Wrapping your arms around his torso you rolled your hips upwards, trying to aim all the pleasure towards your clit but not really succeeding, however it did still feel good, the bundle of nerves aching for more, aching for a touch. Frustration built up inside you as you could practically hear your heart beating in your ears from nervousness and arousal, you really didn’t want to wake him up.

“Please fuck me Channie~" you whispered weakly, hoping he didn’t hear it or anyone else in that room for that matter. You held one hand over your mouth as the pleasure got too intense, movements getting bolder as you grinded against his relaxed thigh, moving your hips from side to side sometimes and squirming around, your forehead creased, muscles on edge. Maybe the thrill turned you on even more? And even if this was good enough you craved more, maybe you wanted more thrill. You halted your movements before you poked him on the shoulder but got no response, him lying as still as a log, only his chest rising slowly, lungs filling with air. You sighed, there was no use you thought until he grunted lowly, stretching his arms and furrowing his eyebrows, you hurried to turn around, back against him as you shut your eyes tightly, pretending to sleep.

“Baby?” he said in a deep raspy voice, confused as to what your whimpers from earlier were coming from.

“Y-yeah?” you whispered back, turning back to him and acting sleepy, eyes half-closed. He chuckled slightly and you heightened your eyebrows in perplexity, wondering what he was smiling about.

“You know I heard everything?” he said, eyes still closed as he mumbled, his sly smirk still on his lifeless lips. Your eyes widened, your figure froze in shock, with a fake laugh you tried to cover up the situation.

“H-heard what? Did something happen?” you lied, caught off guard by his answer.

“I don’t know,,, all I heard was someone asking to fuck me” he said, almost bursting into laughter as he opened his eyes slowly, seeing your priceless expression. You shy away from him, wanting to sink under the surface of the earth but just as you wanted to turn around and forget about every single thought in your mind you felt his warm hands traveling from your clothed chest to your abdomen and ultimately your cunt, hand slipping under the elastic band of your panties with fingers that inspect the soppiness between your legs. You moan at the sudden contact, pressing your thighs together.

“Shh,,, easy now, you’re so wet, hm? What were you thinking about?” he says lowly close to your ear, hot breath bouncing off the shell of your ear. You scrunch your nose at the ticklish feeling, lifting your shoulder up to your ear and giggling slightly. Chan gives you a peck on the lips before his fingers explore more of your needy sex, his familliar hands lightly grazing your already swollen clit. He rubbed the bud in small circles with two fingers, your hands going down underneath the covers and grabbing his wrist as the speed increased, your breath hitching at the sensation that returned, the start of a deep feeling inside your core.

“e-ehm,,, was thinking about,,, you making me feel good” you whimpered out, too shy to say anything more, your hair covering your face slightly from the way you squirmed around, the bed creaking occasionally.

“Making you feel good? How did I do that?” he said with that grin on his face as if he didn’t know anything, sounding completely innocent despite the scandalous actions that were going on underneath the thin fabric of your panties. You let go of his wrist as he inserted two fingers into your hole, prodding them at your entrance and feeling you clench. It was time to get revenge, he couldn’t just gain pleasure from seeing you weak for him and so your hand gently palmed him through his underwear, earning an unexpected grunt from the boy.

“w-with your dick” you answered to his question in lack of any other answer. His hips bucked against your hand, begging for more with his body and you complied, giving his cock a firm squeeze, moving your hands up from the base towards the tip, teasing it with your thumb. He was becoming rock solid in your hand, cock twitching in your grasp. You giggled, you weren’t the only needy one now.

“Ah yeah? You sure you want to do this here babygirl?” he whispered back to you to which you nodded, his fingers plunging into your hole and curling up towards your g-spot, a well-known sensation spreading throughout your body, his slick-covered fingers playing with your clit again until your squirmed as he touched it directly causing you to flinch. He got on top of you, hovering mere inches from your face and after a long look into your lost moonlit eyes he attached his lips on yours, exhaling unsteadily as your tongues met almost immediately in a romantic daze. Your noses bumped against each other, Chan chuckling momentarily before setting an even pace with his tongue, your small whimpers blending into the sound of lips smacking against each other. Your hands that were previously cupping his cheeks descended down his chest, tugging on the thick band of his boxers but your arms not reaching far enough to pull them off. Your boyfriend smirked, breaking the kiss and moving away from you in order to strip himself from his underwear, leaving him completely exposed to you before he got on top of you again, pulling the covers over him. Before anything else happened you quickly shimmied out of your soaked panties, Chan’s hands lifting up your shirt, exposing the supple valleys of your tits, his hands fondling your boobs right away, thumbs swiping over the already erect nipples. It felt oddly naughty to be doing this with three other boys in the room, being almost completely naked with Chan above you, his lips exploring your neck, leaving small kisses and marks as he nibbled on the skin. You whimpered, your hands tangled in his dark hair as you turned your head to the other side, granting him more access. He got even more worked up by your small sounds that dripped from your lips like sticky sweet honey, you wrapping your legs around his waist causing the base of his cock to press up against your hot cunt, pressing him closer to you because you were hungry for more, the slightest contact would do. Chan left a final kiss on your lips before grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your sopping entrance, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“a-are you ready, angel?” he murmured close to you, you humming a small yes as the tip of his cock glided against your wet folds, pushing in gently as you pressed your lips together, furrowing your eyebrows at the initial stretch, your tight cunt enveloping his cock between your velvety walls. He groaned at the feeling, pushing into you further and eventually bottoming out, now balls deep into your aching pussy. Your arms were around his head as he started to suck on your nipples, gently rolling his hips after you’ve adjusted to his size, no matter how much he fucked you, his size never failed to fill you up to the brim, making you scratch his back and leave it covered in red streaks.

“fuck,, you feel so good” you moaned a bit too loud, Chan looked up at you in panic, you slapping a hand over your mouth as you peeked at the boys that lied on a pile of cuddles close to you.

“should I be quiet?” you whispered to which Chan nodded.

“what kind of question is that? of course” he whispered back through a clenched jaw, his hips slamming into you faster and harder for each minute. You tried biting the inside of your cheek, your entire body jolting upwards and making the bed creek with every thrust, it was simply impossible to be quiet and neither could Chan that was slowly but surely losing his own pace, a vein on his neck popping out from the composure that was needed to keep quiet. He glanced at the boys that were lying completely still, only a small snore from one of them. You turned your head to the other side, your neck being exposed to him once again, his hand automatically wrapping around your neck snuggly, making the situation a thousand times hotter. Being choked and fucked by your hot boyfriend next to a pile of his friends? Hot.

The mattress moved as he thrusted into you, a slight squelching sound of your dripping cunt being audible to the two of you. You tried holding on to anything in your reach but finally settled for Chan’s back, digging your nails into his skin as you panted, sweat beading on his temples as his thrusts were getting harder, your tits bouncing in the same pace.

“f-fuck, you drive me crazy y/n” he said, tightning the grasp around neck, you pressing the back of your head against the pillow as you clenched around him, a feeling burning in the pit of your core that was only getting closer.

“Channie~ I love you” you whispered, clenching your teeth causing your words to sound almost violent but you meant it in the most loving way possible, he was yours and you were his. He chuckled silently, you seeing the outline of his soft facial features in the dimly lit room, he whispered it back to you, bending down and rubbing the tip of his nose against your sleepy cheeks before pressing a wet kiss near your ear, his hips repeatedly slamming against you and knocking the breath out of you. Your lips parted, a string of whispered pleas escaping them as you clawed at his back, clenching vigoursly and arching your back as your orgasm washed over you uncontrollably, knocking you completely dumb. There was something incredibly hot in seeing your scrunched erotic expression that sent Chan over the edge, your whimpers that were only getting louder and louder being the most beautiful sound in the earth to his ears. His thrusts got sloppier and uneven, pinning your legs to the bed and spreading them further causing you to squirm at the new aim he got, hitting that spot that almost hurt in overstimulation. Being quiet was completely thrown out the window.

He pulled out of your hole, his cock glistening as he grabbed onto the shaft, stroking himself to completion. The hot cum spurted against your boobs in white ribbons, dripping down your heaving chest as you tried to stabilize your breath, your hands by either side of your head. He groaned as he milked himself from every ounce of cum, the angelic view of his lover being covered in his cum almost made him hard again. All energy was consumed from the sweaty boy that plopped down beside you, the weight of the bed shifting as he lied down next to you, grabbing a pillow that had somehow fallen off the bed during the recent activities. He turned to you, you turned your head towards him and smiled before pressing a kiss on his lips, really not wanting to get up and clean up after his mess. You snuggled closer but were caught off guard when you heard a voice behind you.

“yah,,, Chan can really put it down” Changbin said in a deep voice, both you and Chan bolting up and watching the three boys that looked like they were still in a nice slumber.

“you awake?” you asked, thinking that maybe Changbin talked in his sleep.

“we were all awake because how the fuck do you sleep when someone is moaning into your ear” Felix answered, still facing away from you, slurring his words, his mind still not functioning despite being conscious. You thought your heart sunk, in panic turning to Chan that was just as surprised as you, his ears turning bright red, despite it being so dark in the room you could still see how the skin tinged a pretty color of embarrassment.

“I can’t wait until Hyunjin hears this tomorrow” Jeongin laughed, the other two boys joining in with his laughter, their eyes still closed and faces covered in sleepiness.

That was the price of had to pay when having sex with your boyfriend beside his dormmates.

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slightlymore · 4 years ago

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oh no, mr suh, please don't spank me

johnny x fem reader

cameo: taeyong

genre: !!smut!!, roommates au, fake enemies to lovers, a little tiny fluffy angst bc it's my brand apparently

warnings: a lot of mutual teasing, finger sucking, sexting, solo f and m, spanking, marking, dry humping, hand job, fingering, slight cum play, not protected, overstimulation f and m, multiple orgasms, penetration, manhandling, oral m and f, tiny degradation (sparse use of ‘little slut’), rough

words: 7K

it’s finally here!! this one is very juicy haha good luck I guess :) keep your panties dry challenge

taglist: @comically-sleep-deprived @strawberrymilkandcigarettes @theworld-accordingtocasey @kibumingi

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"Johnny, get lost."

You raised your eyes to meet Johnny's peaceful face in the middle of the corridor, one of them still twitching for waking up so early.

He smirked and didn't move.

You made a step on the right.

He did the same.

"John," you made a step on the left.

His body kept blocking your way.

"Why? Are you busy?" His voice was deep and thick like honey and in other circumstances you would have wanted to listen to it forever. But that morning you woke up without a single ounce of patience.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Yes, unlike you."

"I'm also busy."

"Oh yeah? Doing what?"

"Getting between your legs."

In spite of everything, you couldn't help but snort once.

He has been playing that game for weeks now. A little touch here, a little compliment there, but it was the first time to see him this pushy.

"I told you that I don't want to sleep with my roommates," you walked around him, teasingly hitting his shoulder with yours.

You weren't surprised to feel his fingers wrap your arm and turn you around.

"You don't have to sleep with me. I can sleep well on my own. I need you awake."

Johnny let his palm dance on your skin until it got to your throat, his thumb rising slowly and caressing your lips. You gulped and looked down at his hand before locking eyes with him again.

"You know what I mean," your breath and moving mouth tickled his finger and the twinkle in the man's eyes amused you. You were about to add something else but decided to do something instead - giving him new ideas to continue jerking off to later, since his dick will still be dry for a long time.

But when you softly pulled his thumb into your mouth, you didn't expect to be the first to get that excited.

Johnny let out the ghost of a sigh, staring at the way your pursed lips dragged around his skin, the softness of your tongue licking the tip after giving it a good suck.

"Hm. Knew you were a little slut."

You chuckled and raised your hands to press them on his chest and push him away before turning around with the intent of leaving him hot and bothered.

But he was quicker. In a second your wrists were blocked by his strong fingers and his head was shaking.

"No touching."

You narrowed your eyes amused.

"Oh yeah? And what should I do for you to let me touch you?"

His fingers intertwined with yours and if he didn't have that lustful expression on, the gesture would have been almost sweet.

"Beg?"

You opened your mouth in a slightly surprised o.

"Me? Beg? I don't beg."

Johnny let go of your hands with a smirk and ghosted your chest until getting to the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed.

"Stop me," he whispered but all of a sudden you couldn't concentrate on forming words and frankly, you realized you didn’t want to either.

So he knelt in front of you and slipped his fingers underneath the fabric, revealing your thighs and underwear, pushing it up until exposing your stomach. His breath tickled your skin first then you felt his lips, and when he placed the first kiss you got goosebumps all over your body. Johnny chuckled slowly and palmed your legs as if getting rid of the bumps but it only added to the heightening sensation his mouth was building up. And when he took out the tongue, circling your belly button, you breathed in deeply and grabbed his hair. He liked it since a pleasant grunt formed on his lips, which were going down until meeting the cotton of the underwear, then on one side, tackling your hip with slow kisses.

Right when you were about to close your eyes and moan, you suddenly couldn't feel Johnny's lips on you anymore. You stared down just to see his annoying smirk, his locks still in your hand and his eyebrow raised upon seeing the little wet patch formed on your panties.

He got up with a swift movement as if he had finished with all of his to-do list for the day and smiled.

"I'll go make breakfast," he announced and walked around you whistling.

_____

Said breakfast was being consumed in silence.

You had to change your underwear because the situation between your legs got too much out of control and when you came back Johnny already made coffee and pancakes. With little glances at his face you wondered how come he was that calm and, the most important thing, how come there was no tent in his gray sweatpants.

Did he really think he could start a war and win? You scoffed while angrily munching on the last pieces of pancakes.

"You okay?" he licked his lips after finishing his coffee.

"Of course," you replied dryly, standing up and grabbing your plate directed towards the kitchen like a tornado.

"Your vibes are kinda dark though?" he raised his voice for you to be able to hear over the clanging of dishes.

"Mind your own business," you came back, the violent shift of air as you passed near him almost making his hair swoosh.

_____

Tight clothes? No, more. Lingerie? Uh uh, more. Naked? Maybe too much. Towel? Fuck yeah, towel.

Lips juicy, eyes glowing, and the plan was rolling as you stood inside the bathroom, grinning at yourself in the mirror, hands virtually rubbing against each other while physically they were wrapping your damp skin with the towel.

Hidden behind a corner like a predator about to attack its prey, you waited to hear Johnny's steps coming towards the bedrooms. A little noise, calm and deep, arrived to your ears first. One step forward and the collusion was perfect.

"Oh, sorry!" you bumped into him, the fabric shifting on your breasts, your fingers prudishly trying to cover yourself and - oops - failing. With hands pressed on your chest, the swell of it was even more visible now, the last drops of water shining on the skin and falling slowly inside the cleavage.

Johnny remained silent, not even a tiny ‘sorry’ escaping his lips, his eyes completely trained on your body. Then, when you were already tasting the victory on your tongue, he suddenly looked behind you as if not wanting to look anymore.

You shifted your weight from one foot to another, waiting for a more grand reaction but Johnny kept on a composed face.

After a few seconds of silence, you were about to leave, lower lip between your teeth as your plan didn't make him go rogue.

But then he whispered something under his breath and when you least expected it, he pushed you against the wall. The air got knocked out of your lungs making you breathless. "You like dangerous games?"

His tone was delicious, lips so close to yours, and you absolutely wanted to drink it all in. And he was right. You did like dangerous games and you also liked to win.

"Yeah. And revenge as well." You finally smiled as one of your fingers slowly dragged on his chest, smoothing the creases of his white t-shirt. "Am I making you feel some type of way, John?"

The man scoffed, staring you down. "Not really."

"You can't even look at me in the eyes though.”

"Eyes? Something else requires my attention now, baby girl."

The instant delicious burst of pleasure of his hands cupping your now nude breasts and his thumbs circling your hard nipples made your knees buckle. The towel, slowly falling until stopping around your waist, was dangerously close to getting to your feet if Johnny's hips weren't pressed against yours.

One step back and you'd be naked in front of him and that wasn't your plan at all.

No, no, wait. You were supposed to make him feel things, not the contrary.

Then why were you letting him touch you like that?

"Are you sure you're doing this for me and not for yourself?" Johnny smiled at your light panting and twitching fingers, pressed on his arms.

"Enough," you whined, mind already blurry, so close to beg him to take you like that against that same wall.

Johnny stopped and took a step back, his hands quickly going to your hips preventing the towel from falling any further.

"I don't have to say it since it's obvious. But I've won. Again."

You pulled the white fluffy fabric from his fingers with a huff and stormed into your room, the echo of Johnny's chuckle ringing in the whole corridor.

_____

Disastrous.

You couldn't believe that you got that hot and bothered when Johnny should have been the one salivating and losing his mind inside his room.

Throwing away the towel you looked around for your clothes when a buzz from the bed made your head turn.

"Are you touching yourself?" read Johnny's text. You snorted. Unbelievable.

You weren't going to touch yourself. No, sir. You already lost a second time. You weren't about to give Johnny that satisfaction as well.

From You: and if I were?

From Johnny: thinking about me?

From You: you wish.

You laid down, face illuminated from the phone and fingers hovering over the screen, somewhat invested in the conversation. But just a little.

From Johnny: come on. do it.

You rolled your eyes amused and changed his display name.

From You: you first

From Evil dick: hm, I love winning though.

From You: you talk a lot for someone that's fucking his fist right now :)

From Evil dick: is this what you're imagining?

From You: yeah

Johnny read the text and didn't reply anymore. You could not prove that he was taking care of his stiffy but the thought of him doing so made you feel triumphant. Perhaps it wasn't a full win but you could give yourself half a point. Only half.

Because when you put your phone down, you couldn't stop your hand from sliding between your legs either.

_____

You needed at least one win.

Just once, only once, you wanted to see Johnny's honey eyes tremble under your touch.

And the corridor was your arena apparently since the next day another opportunity arose. Short and quick.

You smiled at him exiting his room and he smiled back. His lips were about to part and probably ask if you enjoyed yourself the previous night but no sound came out of them as your fingertip gently caressed his chest. It was barely there, a slight touch going slowly down.

His jaw muscles tightened when you reached his pants and he jolted when you pulled his belt towards you.

"It was a little crooked," you feigned innocence, your knuckles definitely brushing something that made him inhale silently.

"I'm making breakfast." You smiled and walked around him, leaving Johnny alone in the middle of the corridor just like he did the day before.

_____ “That’s not a win.”

You threw your head back on the couch arm, looking at Johnny upside down, the popcorn kernel you were currently about to eat stopped against your lips.

“That was a win,” you replied.

The man put his hands on his hips. “You just touched my belt.”

You chuckled. “Yeah. Apparently that’s enough for you to cum, baby boy.”

Johnny’s cheeks rose in a tight smile as you licked the salt and butter from your fingers. The look in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed to you and you loved it. His gaze caressed your face and open lips, then your exposed throat and low cut t-shirt. You knew he loved that angle. Could you possibly get two wins on the same day?

“Want some popcorn?” you asked, handing him one kernel. Johnny put his hands on the couch’s arm, bending his frame down and taking it with his teeth. You looked away nonchalantly as his lips touched your fingers, and you grabbed another kernel for yourself.

But Johnny was quicker.

One hand on your jaw, pushing your head back even more, he took it from between your lips in a spiderman kiss.

You couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, mouth open and skin burning from where his lips touched it.

When you locked eyes again, you noticed him munching with a little smile. Still hovering over you, a few strands of hair covering his eyes, he swallowed and whispered.

“I win.”

_____

“Oh, no, I’m not drinking.”

Taeyong looked at you with the cocktail glass in his hand as if you grew two heads. “Y/N not drinking?”

“I can’t drink. I’m on duty.”

You were still sitting on the couch in a ball, eyebrows furrowed and concentrated eyes.

Taeyong took a sip from his drink then shrugged and took a sip from the one he prepared for you too.

“On duty for what?” he plopped near you making you wobble slightly to the side.

“War.”

“On Johnny?” Your head snapped towards his innocent eyes. “You know about it?”

The boy chuckled. “Want me to give you a few tips?”

He smacked his lips and shifted his weight to be more comfortable, his lids dropping as if about to share some juicy secrets.

You imitated his position and leaned in to hear better.

“Make him jealous with me.” You blinked in silence a few times then sighed, pushing Taeyong away. “Are you trying to get between my legs too, now?”

The other continued chuckling. “It was worth the shot. You can try stuff like touching him randomly, then.” You huffed. “You think I’m a newbie?”

Taeyong sipped from both of his drinks again. “Then what about making him believe he got you so you can attack when he feels powerful?”

_____

"Oh, no. I have flour on my clothes."

The dough you were working was still sticky so you got a handful of flour that accidentally went on your bottoms right when Johnny made his appearance in the kitchen.

He looked down and, indeed, noticed a light layer of dust covering your black leggings.

“Could you please clean them up for me? These are my favourites,” you pouted at him.

Johnny smiled and sighed, getting closer and slapping your butt once, then twice, then again, until all the flour was cleaned up.

"There's no reason to be this aggressive, you know?” you bit your lower lip.

"But you like it this way. Don't you?"

Another spank and you mewled, the sound making Johnny hum in appreciation.

“You’re all clean now.” He stepped back and presumably stared at your ass with the excuse of checking for some more flour.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” you whispered and almost regretted - key word ‘almost’ - saying it as your flatmate approached you again, his sudden dark aura making your skin crawl.

“You want me to continue?” his voice caressed your ear, his tone highly amused.

You acted as if gathering the courage to confess that, yes, you wanted him to spank you but, oh no, you were so shy and he was so strong, you couldn’t do it like that and in public!!? oh no, you couldn’t take it.

“N-no, it’s better if we stop here. I- I don’t think I can handle it. It will make me go crazy.”

Even if not seeing him in the face, you could almost physically sense Johnny’s puzzled aura. Laughing to yourself you wondered what kind of reaction he would come up with this time.

He didn’t say anything for a few moments and when you were about to turn your head to check on him, you felt his chest on your back and he engulfed your body with his arms as he pressed his hands on the counter in front of you.

“Okay,” he whispered into your ear. “I’m giving this one to you.”

_____

From Evil Dick: I can hear your vibrator from the kitchen

From You: I’m not using any vibrator right now From You: maybe it’s taeyong lol

From Evil Dick: lol From Evil Dick: it’s definitely coming from your room tho

From You: you’re imagining things you wish were true

From Evil Dick: I don’t imagine you getting off on vibrators From Evil Dick: I like to be included in my fantasies :)

You: typing You: deleting You: typing You: deleting

From You: fuck you

From Evil Dick: fuck me yourself From Evil Dick: 4-2 for me

Johnny smiled brightly when you barged into his room.

He was laying down in the dark, with only the phone illuminating his face.

“Are you already done?” he asked teasingly.

You stopped at the feet of his bed with crossed arms.

“I’m here to fuck,” you announced.

Johnny remained with his mouth open as his brain processed the information then laughed.

“I don’t think you will,” he sat up, resting his back on the bed frame. The movement lifted his t-shirt a little, exposing the waistband of his boxers above the sweatpants and his lower stomach skin.

You didn’t add anything and got on your knees on the bed instead, slowly crawling towards him until getting between his legs. Then you sat on your heels and took away your shirt.

Johnny followed your frame and his eyes grew wide seeing you naked underneath the falling fabric. You smiled and his loss of words and you imitated his position, sitting in front of him and opening your legs to drape over his.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he whispered, eyes trained to where you slowly dragged your fingers.

Inhaling deeply you closed your eyes and threw your head back, gently drawing circles around your clit before pushing two fingers inside of you.

“Shit,” Johnny repeated and you whined, the wet sound telling him how you felt.

“I didn’t say I’m here to fuck you. You can’t touch me nor can you touch yourself. If you do, you lose,” you instructed breathless and Johnny dug his fingers in the mattress underneath him.

You smiled and bit your lower lip, fully enjoying his expression, his eyes looking as if drinking you in and were making you go crazy.

But then he smiled too and it threw you off.

In a second his hands were on your thighs as he pulled you towards him from underneath your knees until reaching the hand between your legs. He grabbed your wrists and blocked them in an iron grip.

“You can’t touch yourself either.”

You were breathing heavily, naked and so close to Johnny that you could almost feel the warmth of his body on your skin.

“What’s with that face, baby girl? You wanted to cum?” he cooed at you.

You bit your lower lip and shook your head.

Johnny pouted. “Hm, baby girl can’t even lie well. Are you sure you don’t want to feel my fingers inside of you?”

You closed your eyes. “I don’t.”

The other pulled you towards him by the wrists again until being able to whisper on your lips.

“What about my tongue?”

“Fuck, John, plea-” you interrupted yourself.

Johnny smirked. “What was that? Please?”

You shook your head again. “No.”

“I definitely heard you say please just now.”

Panting and on the edge you considered just not caring about anything and fuck that man on the spot.

“Truce,” you whispered. Johnny tilted his head to the side.

“It’s not over and no one wins or loses this time,” you explained.

“That’s convenient for you,” he teased.

You huffed and fully sat on his lap, rolling your hips once on his hard cock.

“I think it’s convenient for you too,” you commented after Johnny’s trembling sigh.

His eyes grew darker and his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you on himself even harder. Your arms wrapped his neck and you hid your face into the crook of it, trying to conceal your whimpers.

The rough material of his sweatpants did wonders to your sensitive clit and you didn’t need a lot to start shaking in Johnny’s arms. Your hips stopped as you moaned, digging your fingers into his shoulders but his hands on your waist forced you to go on. The overstimulation felt delicious and you didn’t care what words you mumbled into his ear, jolting every time his cock rubbed on your raw clit again and again. A few deep grunts and Johnny’s erratic movements told you that he was close too. You kissed his jaw then the skin next to it, then the corner of his lips, breathing in the air he breathed out then moaning once as he took his cock out and pumped it in his hand, spurts of warm cum coating your lower stomach. You looked down at the way it dripped between your legs and felt dizzy from pleasure. Johnny read your mind and quickly collected the drops fallen on your clit, drawing circles around it quicker and quicker until he had you shaking for the second time, head fallen on his shoulder and teeth digging into his neck skin.

You remained like that, breathless and fucked out until you finally could manage to raise your head again. “This never happened,” you whispered and Johnny nodded amused.

_____

You yelped as Johnny’s wide palm slapped your butt unannounced. "John! I'm near the stove!"

"Good morning," he smiled sweetly as he retrieved two coffee mugs from the cupboard.

"What if I burnt myself?" you accused him even if you both knew it was highly improbable.

"I would have kissed the bruise until the pain disappeared," he placed the mugs down and walked around you, positioning himself behind you and trapping you with his arms. One hand turned the stove off and the other danced on your stomach pulling you against him.

"When will you stop?" you tried to steady your voice since your ass rubbing on your roommate's crotch wasn't exactly calming.

"When you'll beg," he whispered in your ear with his playful tone. "But I'm not trying to do anything now. You were so caught up into staring at me that you didn't notice the eggs and I'm here to save them."

You put your tongue inside your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling. Johnny breathed in as if trying to add something else but the sound of a voice made you both jolt.

"What are you guys doing so early in the morning?"

You almost forgot you had other roommates besides your sworn enemy poking at your back with his cock.

"Teaching Y/N how to make good eggs."

Taeyong raised one eyebrow at the scene in front of himself. "Yeah. Adding a sausage does make your eggs taste better."

"Oh my God," you mumbled, turning around and pushing a chuckling Johnny away.

"Do you want to know my recipe?" Taeyong raised his voice since you were already leaving the kitchen.

"Two sausages--," then a smack and a fit of laughter as Taeyong promptly apologized for even daring to assume he could add himself into the equation.

“Come on. I thought you were in a good mood this morning by the looks of that bright red hickey.”

“Yes and I don’t share what’s mine.” You almost stumbled on our own feet in the corridor.

"I'm out of town this weekend, by the way. If you want to go all out…" was the last thing you heard and the one giving you the best idea for your new plan.

_____

It was almost two in the morning and Johnny was nowhere to be seen.

You rolled over on the bed with a huff then kicked the blanket staring at the lingerie you were wearing with sudden disgust.

It was the weekend and the house was empty - the perfect occasion for you to play with Johnny. And where was he? Probably fucking somebody else.

You were sick with anger.

Getting out of the bed - his bed where you waited for him - you stripped out of the sexy lace and grabbed the first t-shirt you found. It was one of his and even though it was clean, it still smelled like Johnny.

You got back under the covers and crossed your arms on your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.

It wasn’t jealousy. You didn’t care if Johnny fucked other people. It’s not like you even fucked properly in the first place. You were just irritated that your plan didn’t work as you wanted it to.

With an argh you turned on your side and hugged the other pillow, Johnny’s scent engulfing you all again.

God, he made you so mad.

_____

The first thing you realized as you woke up was the fact that your room didn’t have a black accent wall.

The second one was Johnny’s arms around you - one behind your head and the other one thrown around your waist.

You were sleeping on your back, one hand placed on top of his and the other one on the veiny forearm. With one finger you followed one of them until reaching the bicep then you slowly turned your head to look at him in the face.

He didn’t close the blinds when he came home last night so the sun was shining brightly behind him, making him look like an angel.

You smiled for a moment, staring at his calm expression and listening to his regular breath before widening your eyes in horror and snapping out of your sweet thoughts.

What was that?

You didn’t care about John Suh and you definitely didn’t care about the way his caramel hair was draping on his forehead.

“Mm,” his raspy voice accompanied his strong arms pulling you towards him as you tried to slip out of the bed. “Where are you going?” he mumbled, eyes still closed and very much half asleep.

You sighed and relaxed on your back again without a word and when Johnny rolled you over to face him you didn’t resist it.

“Did you sleep well?” “Where have you been?” you spoke on top of him.

The words, or maybe your tone, made Johnny’s eyes open in an instant.

You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were low on his chest instead. He raised one hand to cup your cheek with the intent to make you look at him but you flinched.

“What’s going on?” he questioned.

You sighed again and shook your head. “Nothing. I’ll make breakfast.”

As you tried to get out of the bed again, Johnny’s arms didn’t want to leave your body. “Y/N. Wait. Stay.”

His hand got to your face a second time and this time you locked eyes with him.

“I was out. Like most weekends,” he explained.

You gulped and nodded. “Good.”

“No, it’s not good. You don’t seem to like that.”

You didn’t add anything, neither denying nor confirming it.

Johnny’s eyebrows met in the middle. “You’ve never had a problem with that.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” you finally managed to get out of bed and Johnny let you go this time.

“I didn’t fuck anyone, if you’re wondering,” you heard him say as you walked the few steps towards the door.

“I don’t care if you fuck people, Johnny.”

“You do.”

Your feet stopped in place. “I don’t.”

“You’ve just made the same expression you put on when you claim that you don’t want me to touch you and we both know that’s a lie.” His voice was calm but stern. “Just admit it.”

You just resumed walking and exited the room.

_____

It was weird and not something familiar to your gut, but every time you saw Johnny, you felt the urge to either kiss his lips, cry on the floor, punch his face or run away.

The first was understandable, even if weird; the second one was absolutely weird and you had no idea what the fuck was going on with you; the third was also highly understandable.

But it was the last one that you chose.

So when Johnny entered the kitchen you got out. When he opened the door to his bedroom you closed yours. When he sat on the couch, you got up.

Until he couldn’t take it anymore and barged into your room unannounced.

“Hey! Knocking maybe?”

You were on the bed, scrolling through your phone and looking absolutely impresentable.

“Talk to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not in the mood to play right now, John.”

He walked over and sat on your bed.

“I don’t want to play. You’re avoiding me.”

“Look, it was fun for a while, but I don’t feel like continuing the little game we had going on. Let’s go back to how it was before.” Y

ou hoped you sounded convincing to him because you didn’t sound convincing to your own ears.

Your words did make Johnny put on a sour expression though and you pretended to not notice.

“Okay,” he said after a moment and you retrieved your phone from the bed, expecting the conversation to be over.

Yet, when he placed his palm on your thigh your hand stopped in mid-air.

“What are you doing?”

He looked down to where his finger slowly caressed your skin, creating little goosebumps all over it. Then Johnny looked up and whatever expression you had on, it was enough for him as he suddenly got up and left the room.

_____

“Brr, this house is colder than the heart of my elementary crush after he refused to share his food with me.”

Both you and Johnny ignored Taeyong’s words, busy rolling your peas into your own plates.

“What happened while I was away?”

“Nothing happened,” you mumbled.

“Hm,” the boy commented, munching on his food. “Wait,” he stopped, struck by realization, “ you mean like - nothing - happened? This is why you’re both mad? You didn’t fuck?”

You rolled your eyes and got up with the plate in your hands.

“She’s mad because she doesn’t want to admit that she has feelings for me.”

The bomb that Johnny threw made both Taeyong and you shake in your places.

“What?” you asked incredulously. “I don’t have feelings for you.”

Johnny calmly put down his fork and looked up at you.

“Well, I do.”

You opened your mouth in a silent shock while Taeyong initially gasped then soon after shrugged, whispering under his breath. “I mean, it was kinda obvious in his case.”

“And I don’t like the fact that you think I have space in my mind for other people besides you,” he continued. “Because it’s not true.”

“Woah,” Taeyong rested his back on the chair as if watching a soap opera.

“Did you really have to do this in the living room at dinner time?” you asked him after a few seconds of opening and closing your mouth like a fish.

“Oh?” Johnny raised his eyebrows. “You want to take this to the bedroom instead? Let’s go,” he got up suddenly.

“Aw, guys, come on. You always hide the funniest stuff from me!” whined Taeyong seeing you leave.

“You know what I mean!” you replied to Johnny but still followed his quickly moving frame inside his room. He closed the door behind him and crossed his arms on his chest as if waiting for you to talk.

“What?” you imitated his position.

“Say something?”

“I don’t know what to say! What does one say after all of that?” you questioned.

“Do something? I just said I am in love with-”

In the end you did something and that something was wrapping his neck with your arms and kissing him deeply.

Johnny remained still for a moment as if shocked before finally relaxing his arms and tightly pulling your body towards his.

Your mind was empty and you had no idea what was going on but after a few seconds of tasting Johnny’s tongue you were already thrown on the bed. It creaked under Johnny’s force and you jolted at the way he dragged your pajama pants down. No sexy outfit and no lace lingerie to meet his eyes, yet they were full of such intensity and lust that you realized it didn’t matter at all. Hands in his hair, you raised your bust to connect your lips again.

“I was so fucking mad you weren’t home that night. I thought I was about to go crazy,” you breathed out while Johnny was palming your torso, lifting up your t-shirt and cupping your breasts.

“I know. Punish me then. Show me your anger,” he joked. But his reply turned a switch into your body and you managed to push his chest away from you. He smiled at your reaction and rolled over on his back, letting you straddle his lap.

“I’m going to tease you so much until you’ll be the one begging me to touch you.”

Johnny caressed your thighs. “Hm. I don’t need any teasing. You’re breaking me with your mere presence. Please, please, touch me.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you couldn’t see anymore. The grunts leaving Johnny’s throat as you bit into his neck were so hot that you wondered what stopped you from letting yourself hear them before. And when you moved to his chest, then stomach, littering his skin with love bites his muscles twitched under your touch.

You had no words to describe how it felt to have him inside your mouth. Heavy, hot and so present, you choked only on a third of it.

“Shit,” you mumbled, taking it out and pumping it instead with your hand.

Johnny loved it anyways and he looked at you with such intensity that you wondered if you could make him cum with only a few kitty licks.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to,” he breathed out.

“It’s alright. I know I have a monster cock and you don’t have to suck on it if you can’t handle being deepthroated,” you mocked him trying to imitate his tone. “Well, I want to and I will.”

And so you listened to Johnny’s airy chuckle, broken by the feeling of your mouth on him again, this time deeper than before.

“You love a challenge, huh?”

You would have said that, yes, you loved it and you loved to win, if it weren’t for his cock sliding down your throat making it difficult to talk.

“Fuck, baby, that’s- oh shit-,” he grabbed your head as you bobbed your head up and down a few times before you couldn’t take it anymore and let it out with a lewd plop.

“Baby?” you raised one eyebrow at him.

“You don’t like it?”

“Do I look like a baby to you?” you smiled with wet lips, your hand restlessly pumping his cock hard and fast.

Johnny grunted again, his hips rising to meet your touch even more.

“Hm, no, you look like a little slut right now,” he agreed with a smirk before his expression changed again into, you realized in that moment, the best view you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Head thrown back and completely at your mercy, Johnny came hard, his whole body twitching as his cum spurted on your hand and face.

“I think I won this time,” you pumped him a few more times before letting him go. “Hm, you drink so much coffee,” you smacked your lips after licking his cum off your fingers.

“This wasn’t part of the game.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve just decided that it was,” you shrugged.

Johnny grabbed his discarded t-shirt and cleaned his stomach. “So, are we playing now?”

His tone got dangerous and his expression made your wet pussy even drippier but you had no time to worry or form a single thought about it since you suddenly found yourself with the face on the mattress instead.

You turned your head sideways to be able to breathe and Johnny’s hands didn’t even try to be gentle when they pulled your panties down.

The loud smack arrived before the sensation of his big palm on your asschecks could. When you finally felt the burning sensation, another slap added to that.

Your fingers grabbed Johnny’s blanket, preparing yourself for the third spank, absolutely not expecting his tongue inside of you instead.

“Fuckfuckfuck-” you mewled but your sounds only made Johnny more ferocious, hands opening you up, eating you out as if he’d been dying to do so for a long time. And it was true for yourself too, but no imagination of yours could have realistically portrayed the way he was making you feel and no fingers of yours could reach as deep as his did, fingering you fast, tongue not stopping for a second, not even when you violently went over the edge with the loudest moans you’ve ever heard yourself emit.

“You win, you win-,” your rough throat tried to stop him from torturing your overstimulated clit and you heard him suck on his fingers after he let you go.

“Okay, I’ll take it. But this is just the beginning. Are you going to let me fuck you, baby?” he caressed your ass, going down to your waist and cupping your breasts.

The movement made his cock poke at your entrance and you imperceptibly opened your legs even more.

“Yes, please,” you whispered back, turning your head to meet his lips as he lifted your chin.

“Hm? Say that again?”

“Please.”

His tip easily slipped inside but the stretch still made you hiss through your teeth. Johnny shushed you, kissing your shoulder and neck until he bottomed out. “You can handle it, right baby?” You tried to nod but his first thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and you let your head fall down again with a whine.

Johnny moved again and again then stopped with a grunt. “Beg a little for me again.”

You bit your lower lip, his tip pressing right when you needed it to and you wanted him to do it non stop.

“I don’t think I will beg again,” you whispered with a smile and started to move your hips instead. It was a sloppy and slow job, nowhere sharp and quick as Johnny’s, but you had to win again.

The man let your ass bounce on his stomach a few times, staring at the way you were stretched around him then he grabbed your waist and left you all empty.

You whined, clenching yet nothing being inside of you anymore.

“I said beg.”

His breath was now on your spine, his wet mouth placing kisses on your skin, making it shiver and taking some of it in his teeth, sucking on it until he was satisfied.

But you remained silent and he clicked his tongue at your stubbornness. In a single go he filled you up again and this time he never stopped.

He was breaking you in half and if you hadn’t already had tears in your eyes, this would have been the time to start crying from pleasure.

“Holy fucking shit--John-” you cried out, breath rhytmically broken by his deep thrusts and when he added his slaps again, you just lost it all, cumming so hard that the neighbors were probably ready to call an ambulance.

Johnny stopped balls deep inside of you, feeling the way you clenched around him. And when you thought it was over, when you barely started to hear again, he moved as hard as before, shushing you and pressing his fingers roughly into your skin.

“You can handle another round, right baby? You’re such a pretty little slut with a bigger attitude than she can carry. This is nothing for you.”

Fucked dumb, you could only nod and Johnny started to lose control himself, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, some drops falling from his collabones to his chest. And when you felt his cum spurt inside of you, you finally begged, repeating it again and again. Johnny didn’t stop and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to move at all the next day when your muscles contracted for the nth time in so little time, collapsing completely after Johnny slowly slipped out of you.

His breath felt wet and boiling on your face when he dropped beside you.

He swallowed a few times trying to catch his breath. “Fucking finally. I knew it was going to be epic. Why did you refuse me for so long? Look what you missed.”

You would have snorted if you had the force so you resorted to just let out a whine. “I refused so I couldn’t see this. I have a big attitude? Well, you have the biggest ego in the world.”

Johnny turned his head towards you. “And cock.”

You rolled your eyes and accepted his hands pulling you towards his chest.

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” you mumbled. He kissed your forehead. “And you love it.” “No,” you denied it, “butIloveyou,” you added quickly.

Johnny shook your body in a hug. “Hm?? Say that again.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

That grown man pouted at you making his eyes wide and glossy. “Please?”

“Whoa,” you smiled, “are you acting cute at me right now? After killing me with your monster cock?”

Johnny nodded cutely and repeated the plea.

“Okay, okay. I-- love you.”

He chuckled happily and tightened his arms around you again, squeezing you in an almost mortal hug.

“Again.”

You sighed realizing that you were suddenly dealing with a child.

“I love you.”

And you repeated it again and again until you were sure that he finally fell asleep.

With one hand to caress his face you finally indulged in staring at him, fully realizing what that weird sensation in your gut was.

“I really love you.”

Your whisper was tiny and barely audible but Johnny smiled.

“I know. And I love you too.”

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