#get hospitalized. miss out on three weeks of material

[grotesqv]

dear diary

this one will go in the tags

[bts-0t-7]

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Pair: Taehyung x F Reader 

Summary: You missed two cycles. Not that it wasn’t common for you but you felt like it was much more than just that. So, keeping it a secret from Tae, you went to a doctor to solidify your doubts. And no doubt, it was happy news to bring back home. 

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, wifey reader, married couple au, a little bit of suggestive themes (but we aren’t doing that today, yeah?), pregnancy

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of infertility, trouble conceiving

Remember that you aren’t alone and if you ever need a helping hand, our fellow social services, friends, and family will always be there for us :) If anybody is going to be insensitive on this topic on my blog, you will be blocked. Happy reading! Borahae💜 

A/N: Bold is for flashback.

WC: 1410

You couldn’t believe it. You just couldn’t believe it. 

You have sworn something was wrong. You knew something was odd with your body and when your period skipped the next month, you went straight to the pharmacy. In a box, there were three test kits. 

And when the timer beeped, you stared at these three test kits, all holding the same result. 

Pregnant. 7 weeks. 

In shock, wouldn’t be a safe word to use. You were filled with mixed emotions. You and Taehyung have been trying for almost a year now. You were almost certain you couldn’t conceive. Your periods have never been regular and it wasn’t an easy feat through when your menstruation cycle was around. So you had told Taehyung about your thoughts about having kids. Back then, the both of you were dating, and you knew Taehyung was big on having a family. 

“Tae-”

“No, Y/N. It’s alright. We try and if we can’t, it’s okay.” Taehyung soothed you.

“But I know that you really want kids and I don’t think I will be able to give them to you.” Your doctors have told you that your body has been weak since young and due to the accumulated stress, it did not do the growth of your body well.

“Y/N,” Taehyung cupped your face, bringing it closer to his. He suddenly squished your cheeks, making your eyes widen in surprise. “All I need is you.”

Staring at the three tests on the washroom counter, you had to physically hold yourself up by gripping onto the edges of the sink. You needed to make sure - make sure that it was real before you go running to tell your husband. 

So you booked an appointment with your doctors and they told you the same thing the tests did. 

“Around seven weeks.” Dr Kim had given you a soft smile, handing you the pictures of the ultrasound scan. 

You headed out of the hospital after payment, brain yet to comprehend the knowledge you were given in a span of twenty minutes. You needed to tell Tae. Taehyung was the only thing on your mind.  

Staring back down at your ultrasound scan, you truly couldn’t believe your eyes. 

You headed to the nearest crafting store, picking out a ball of yarn, boxes, and crafting paper. Heading home, you were more careful than usual, afraid any sudden movements might hurt your child. Albit dumb if you were to tell your parents about what you were doing, but you couldn’t help but feel a little overprotective of the life growing inside you. 

It was a little past four in the afternoon and you decided to take a bath to get rid of the hospital smell. After drying your hair, you turned the television on and knitted while watching the latest ‘Run BTS!’. 

You stopped knitting after a while, placing your hand on your currently unnoticeable bump, saying, “That’s your dad and uncles. When you come into this world, you sure are going to be spoiled rotten.” You chuckled. You were the first among the girls to have gotten pregnant as of the information yesterday. 

You had told Hwani, Jin’s wife, three days ago. News spread fast within the group but you were more surprised that the boys had yet to catch on, seemingly that all their girlfriends and wives were gossiping over baby materials. 

Once you finished the little gift, you placed it in the box onto some crafting paper and the ultrasound. Wrapping the box with a ribbon, you proceeded to the kitchen to make dinner. Small, sharp barks could be heard as you walked to the kitchen. 

You bent down to collect Yeotan’s bowls. He was extremely chirpy today, following you everywhere and constantly going in between your legs. If you hadn’t known better, you would have said he was being protective. Placing his food bowls back into the tray, you gave Yeotan a scratch between his ears. 

Just as you finished setting the table, the door code chimed and Yeotan’s uncontrollable barking started again. You wiped your hands dry on your shirt as you walked out, greeting Taehyung with a kiss at the threshold of the main door. 

“Well, it’s not like I don’t like it. Rather the opposite, honestly. But I’m tired Jagiya. I don’t think I can do it today.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Can’t I just kiss my husband when he gets home?”

Taehyung looked at you suspiciously. “Of course you can but you normally have an ulterior motive.”

Let’s talk about selective hearing. It refers to hearing what you choose to hear and blank out everything else. You ignored the second half of the sentence, pulling your whiny husband to the living room and plopping him down onto the sofa. 

“Babe…” He called you warningly.

You headed over to the coffee table, carefully picking up the elegantly wrapped gift and placing it in his hands. Taehyung’s brows shot up, disappearing between his hair. 

“What’s this?” He took out his phone, confusion showing on his face. Oh, he’s always been an expressive one. “I don’t think I forgot anything? I swear today - is it our anni - wait no, that’s in three weeks.” Taehyung looked up with a face you knew too well.

The TaTa Mic face.

“Babe, I swear if I forgot anything, I’ll make it up to you.”

You sighed, caving into the look. If ARMY can’t even grasp a standing ground to the Tata Mic face, you surely stand an even lesser chance against it. 

“You didn’t forget anything, love.” You pointed back to the box. “Just.. Just open it.”

Taking a deep breath, you watch as Taehyung undoes the ribbon and opens the box. Watched as his brows furrowed even more, lip jutting out in a pout at the sight of the mittens you have knitted this afternoon. Watched as the gears in his brain turned the moment his eyes spotted the ultrasound picture beneath it. And as if in slow motion, you saw Taehyung’s eyes enlarge the moment the pieces clicked together. 

His head shot up so fast you were afraid he got a whiplash. 

“Serious? Serious!” Taehyung dropped to his knees. Thank god there was a carpet on the floor. His hands were shaking as you grasped them in yours, placing them on your stomach. “Jagiya, Jagiya, you aren’t kidding with me, right?”

His eyes shone with so much light that it was blinding to see. 

You shook your head. 

“We’re going to be parents, Tae.” Your voice wavered, tears coming forth, spilling over onto your cheeks. 

Taehyung looked down at your hands cupping your stomach and stared at it. He lifted your shirt in one motion, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. He brought his lips to your stomach, kissing it gently. 

“Hi, babyyyy…” Taehyung cooed. “You’re going to be the prettiest baby ever.”

You chuckled. 

Taehyung got up from his knees, cupping your face and kissing your lips. “And you are going to be the best mom ever.” 

“How do you know that?” You asked between his never-ending kisses. 

Leaning your foreheads together, Taehyung answered in his most famous way, “‘Cause it’s you.”

You smiled. 

At that moment, you were surrounded by love. You have never felt so high on such a joyous emotion before. As you looked down at Taehyung talking to your stomach, you felt so, so, so, grateful for the future you created together. Through thick and thin, the both of you have found a way to strengthen your connection, working together. 

The warmth of his love and joy radiates the whole house. And as your eyes locked, it was as if nothing else mattered at that moment - only you, Tae, and your unborn baby. Time seemed to still as the both of you looked at each other, so much affection and excitement in one’s eyes. 

And you knew - you just knew - that you were going to be okay. That as long as you had Tae by your side, you were going to be okay. 

As the both of you got up from the sofa, Tae suddenly pulled you into his arms, stopping you from walking any further from him. “You know what I said just now at the door? I take it back. I can definitely do it today.”

Your cheeks turned deep red as you smacked his arms. 

“Kim Taehyung!”

His bellowing laughter followed you all the way to the kitchen. 

[spinarakiweek]

Spinaraki Week Survey!

We ran one of these before our very first one, but we've picked up lots of new people since then! We also want to open the floor up some for some new prompts people might like based on all the content we've gotten since we first did one of these surveys.

There are three main questions.

1: The specific timeframe - when in August would you guys prefer to do this?

2: Prompts you'd like to see. Generally we keep this to a word or two per prompt, but feel free to use as many words as you need or would like to get your ideas across!

3: Reusing prompts. There are a few reasons for this question. Primarily, since the series ending is in sight, this may be the last time we hold this event. That's definitely not a sure thing - if nothing else, the anime's got a ways to go still - but with the possibility on the table, we've been thinking about going back to a few of the really foundational concepts defining Spinaraki that we used as prompts early on.

It wouldn't be a big number, but consider that ideas like Horizon or Games have continued to be relevant to the characters, a completely different Hospital has come into play, etc. Reusing a small selection of prompts could give new people a chance to play with ones they missed out on before, as well as giving previous participants a chance to revisit them in light of the newer material.

On the other hand, we do always include a Free Day, so we could also simply encourage people to look back at old prompt lists for their Free Day fills, and provide only new prompts for everything else! Do let us know your preferences, and if there are any older prompts you'd particularly like to see highlighted again, feel free to throw those in as responses to the question about prompts you'd like to see.

The survey can be found here.

Old prompt lists can be found here. If that link doesn't work for you, check beneath the cut!

Round One Prompts:     Day One: Games | Fantasy | Hurt/Comfort     Day Two: Devotion | Touch | Children     Day Three: Emptiness | Harmony | Domestic     Day Four: CRIME TIME | Late Nights | Reversal     Day Five: Horizons | Attire | FREE DAY

Level 2 Prompts:     Day One: Chase | Perspective | Space     Day Two: Hospital | Media | Canon Divergence     Day Three: Guard | Memory | Folklore     Day Four: Control | Edge | Epistolary     Day Five: Strays | Rain | Steampunk     Day Six: FREE DAY

Round 3 Prompts:     Day One: Reunion | Delight | News     Day Two: Flesh | Resentment | Help     Day Three: Bear | Grief | Transformation     Day Four: Spin | Yearning | Family     Day Five: Countryside | Boredom | Mess     Day Six: Leader | Sadism | Prison     Day Seven: Hero | Tale | Serenity | FREE DAY

[prismuffin]

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet

A/n: GN!Reader (can be read as any gender-!!)

Using: A, B, G, I, L, M, P, U, V

warnings?: light swearing!

!-!more under the cut!-!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Elijah adores your smile and your laugh, he loves the sound of your laughter whenever he makes a corny joke and the way you smile at him whenever you notice his presence it just fills him with adoration.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Elijah loves your hands.

He loves holding them in his whenever he can get the chance. When you’re both on the couch doing your own separate things, he will always find a way to grab your hand just so he can play with your fingers as he reads or responds to the countless emails that flood his inbox.

He loves the way they cup his face in the mornings and how your fingers run through his hair. Sometimes he regrets cutting off his ponytail cause he misses you braiding his hair

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He has no problem giving you gifts, he'll spoil you so fucking much. Though he's not necessarily the type to do it out of the blue ya know? (unless he's been away from you for too long). If you ask him to buy you something then he'll get it for you but if you're not the type to ask then he'll usually only give you gifts for things like birthdays and anniversary's. Only exception is when he knows you've been eyeing something but have been hesitant to buy it- but even then he might just wait until your birthday to give it to you. (if that's too far away tho he'll just surprise you with it one day.)

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He's immediately by your side, it doesn't matter what he was doing, all that matters is you right now.

If it's something a bit minor like you accidentally cutting yourself while cooking or getting a razer-cut he'd ask you to sit while telling Chloe to fetch the first aid kit. He'd patch you up himself before planting a loving kiss to the area and asking you to be more careful next time.

If the injury is worse- like a broken/sprained bone he'll make sure you have everything you need while simultaneously staying by your side. Need water? He'll ask Chloe to fetch it. Wanna watch a movie? He's on it. Tired of staying inside all week? He'll have the Chloe's get/find a wheelchair so that he can take you on a walk outside.

If the injury is life-threatening or bad enough to hospitalize you he gets scared. He's once again by your side until you're able to be released from the hospital. He'll get the best doctors and will constantly ask questions about your condition. Once he's able to take you home you're practically on bed rest cause he's doing everything for you. He'll have Chloe set timers of when you should take your pain meds and will just practically fawn over you. One wince slips from your mouth and he's on you asking what hurts and where. Will hold your hand if he can and will have a heartfelt talk about how scared he was for you. After you recover he loves you unconditionally and is very touchy with you but you know he's just glad that you're ok.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He has three main love languages: Quality Time, Words of affirmation, and Gift Giving- and your personality defines which of the three is used the most.

If you like material items (no shade) he'll que in on this and will give you gifts unprompted. He loves seeing your face light up whenever he spoils you so he'll do it often.

If you love having reassurance he'll pick up on it and will constantly remind you how beautiful or handsome you look. He'll probably start every morning with a "hello beautiful" cause he knows you like it and he loves you and loves encouraging you to love you too.

I think quality time is his default for sure. Though with him being so busy all the time he doesn't always get to satisfy that need so he'll switch to gift giving up until he leaves Cyberlife. After retiring he's making up for so much lost time. Loves you being the last thing he sees before he goes to bed and the first thing he sees when he wakes up. Always asks you to join him in whatever he's doing for that day. He's going for a run you wanna join? He think's todays a good day for a dip in the pool would you like to join? Wanna sit together and read in silence? He is so down ugh he just loves being in your presence, you make him so happy and comfortable.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Your first date (even though you stress that it technically wasn't a date)

You were both hanging out in your dorm room back when you were both in college. He was rambling about one of his projects, about how it could change the world if he got the coding right. Sorta zoned out after a second and stopped talking as he realized just how much he was rambling. (Look he's literally a nerd with an emo haircut and I headcanon that he was super awkward in college but he's polite enough to be professional when talking to superiors.) He got super shy and practically clammed up. He thought he was annoying you until you asked him why he stopped talking, asking if something was wrong. He stared at you for a moment before chuckling nervously, saying something along the lines of "you probably don't wanna hear me rambling about this" to which you responded that you didn't mind listening.

Definitely sees that interaction as the first reason he fell in love with you and so that's why it's his favorite :)

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He likes to make a nickname out of your name and then gatekeep it so that no one else can use it. He'll also use ones like "baby" and "love" and "darling" especially darling he abuses the heck out of that one. He'll call you a cutie at times when you're both cuddling or if you're staring at him for too long.

Loves to put 'my' in front of every nickname mentioned above.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He'll give you your space if you're angry at him. He'll ask the Chloe's to check on you every now and then before going to talk to you himself. He'll apologize even if he wasn't in the wrong and will take things slow cause he feels really bad about upsetting you.

If it's not really his fault and it's just work or any other third party he'll offer to get your mind off of it for a while. Wanna take a dip in the pool with him, you both can swim laps or back float to destress. He'll also offer massages, he'd offer Chloe giving you one but if you suggest one from him he has no problem satisfying your needs. He'll make sure you've eaten too- he just hates seeing you upset so he's desperate to see his baby smile at him again.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

BYE he loves to show you off.

Tons of people are so tired of his social media cause it’s all just you.

Especially after he left cyberlife.

With him not having to post about new android updates (which he rarely did anyway) he found having social media was pretty useless. However whenever you finished a new project of yours wether that’s: a new song or album, some new art, a new movie or show you’re in, or new photos from a photo shoot, he’s gonna repost it on his story or quote tweet it with a lengthy caption about how proud he is of you and how everyone should go support your thing cause it’s really good.

If you are famous and have to go to red carpets a lot he loves to spin you around for the photos and make sure to get some paparazzi attention on you because you just look too gorgeous to miss.

Overall, he loves showing off his baby and their achievements.

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random ik but I just love Eli-!!

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Masterlist

[boyhood]

Today is the third year anniversary of my dad's death. My distance with and to grief loops around, doubles back.

The first year after he died, my grandmother was critically ill in the hospital- I didn't have the space to feel anything but overwhelmed. The first year after he died, I was still dealing with the material problems and paperwork of a sudden death, even 12 months later. That year I had an incredibly intense full time job of mostly emotional labor that felt like it was sucking all the blood out of my body.

The second year after died, I was driving my sister's car back five hours home from San Francisco without her- she moved out on the exact date. I kept trying to get myself to feel anything but tired but I couldn't. That year I had no job, and seemed unemployable and hopeless.

Today I wake up from a nightmare at 7AM and can't fall back asleep. I cry on my way to drop my cat off at the vet and I can't stop thinking about how blurry my memories of the week of his dying feel. I think I was crying when I told the hospital to stop life support, but maybe I wasn't. I remember being under the covers when I talked to them. I was as sick as he was at the time with the same thing he was sick with. I didn't really have a voice from coughing but still had to make a lot of phone calls. I remember not crying when the hospital called me to tell him he died. I was in the car with my mom and my sister but I don't remember where we were going to or from.

This year I have a good job, part time, that I like and am good at. Every single facet of my life is completely different than it was three years ago. I've been tired and directionless since he died, but softer too. It's my birthday in two days. I miss my dad. I love my dad. I miss my dad.

[jellycrusher]

Reward

INITIALLY POSTED ON MY FORMER PAGE: bts-teaspoonff

Genre: Smut with slight plot, Polyamory

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Hoseok x reader, Yoongi x Hoseok

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: A well-deserved break after weeks of stress from work. Your boyfriend decided to give you a reward. You didn’t know that he was not the only one eager to give you a reward.

Warnings: NSFW, double penetration, double creampie, unprotected s*x (still do safe s*x, kids!), slight degradation, cum eating, oral (F receiving, M receiving), implied!sub Yoongi, implied!dom reader, role!switch Yoongi, role!switch reader, Dom!Hoseok, anal s*x, vaginal s*x, love biting, cheek slapping (but not intense), choking (y/n’s not abused, y'all), A VERY IMPATIENT Y/N

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: This is actually inspired by their *chuckles* iconic japanese song, Otsukare. The closest translation in English would be “Thanks for your hard work”. Seriously, you guys need to watch their SOPEand OT7 performance of the song! You will laugh your ass off..

It’s been almost a month since you and your team have been burning blood, sweat and tears into this one specific medical case. Working as a medical intern with plentiful senior doctors piling every work on interns is brutal, however you just wade through everything since you did land an internship spot in the most prestigious hospital in the country. You do live in a decent apartment with a nice view you might say, but recently, you’ve been taking refuge in the intern’s lounge for almost a month already. All you want is to caress the soft material of your favorite linen and spend a week on your bed without getting out of it.

Today’s different. You and your fellow interns have cracked the case and have just finished presenting it to a panel of senior doctors. It’s also nice now that the patient in the said case can now breathe a lot easier since there is a higher chance of survival with our proposed medical management. You truly can’t wait to get home.

You also haven’t seen Yoongi, your boyfriend, for almost three weeks. Video calls and missed opportunities was your love story with him since you’ve handled the killer case.

He was very understanding of your situation, especially when you did try to visit him in his apartment one day. You were so drained but you still kept your promise to him for a ‘Movie and Taco Tuesday Night’. Just fifteen minutes into the movie, you were dead asleep on his couch. Sometimes, you even fell asleep while on a video call with him. You felt ashamed that you apologized to him non-stop for a week. He told you that he could compromise so he started visiting you in the hospital. Of course, that was also futile. Both of you would plan to eat lunch together but as soon as you were in each other’s company, beeps from your pager will end your short bout of joy.

You bombarded Yoongi with texts and voice messages that you’re finally free from the shackles of the said case. This weekend will the first whole break you’ve been rewarded with since last month. You receive a text from him asking if there’s any way you could spend the whole weekend with him in his apartment. You knew what he meant and you can’t deny that there’s a part of you expecting something to happen as well. Come on, you haven’t touched or caressed your boyfriend for almost a month. You’re too deprived and sexually frustrated. This is no time to be shy about it, not that both of you are shy with each other.

“But how about Hoseok? Won’t he be there?” Oh Hoseok. What a beautiful human. You’ve been together with Yoongi for almost a year already, and they’ve been roommates for the same amount of time. The three of you just clicked together ever since the start.

You met Yoongi through a common friend. Didn’t start officially dating one another until two months later. You would always tease him about it because he took so long to ask for a date just because he felt intimidated by you. You were more of a strong-independent and outgoing type of woman and he was quiet and reserved. It took a month before both of you started bringing each other to your respective apartments. There you met Hoseok. It didn’t take much and it felt natural to be friends with him. Maybe because it felt like the both of you were the same side of a coin.

You used to think that Yoongi and Hoseok were two poles opposite from each other, but you soon realize that’s the best thing about the two of them. That’s why you and Yoongi felt perfect for each other as well.

Although you love your boyfriend dearly, you can’t deny that a small bit of you has been attracted to his roommate. Apart from having a lot of similarities with each other, you do feel that sometimes you share the same mind waves as him. One day when Yoongi was so sick, the two of you left work for the day to stay and care for him. You were amazed that Hoseok knew what he was doing and was really frantic if what he was doing was enough. Seeing somebody else care and love your boyfriend this much warms your heart.

You do try to avoid letting your feelings for him grow any further since Yoongi is your soulmate. You could give the world to Yoongi, that’s how much you love him, and it swells your heart to know that he feels the same for you. You won’t do anything to hurt your precious boyfriend. Ruining their friendship is also the last thing on your mind. You just remind yourself to keep your small fire for Hoseok under control or put out, if possible.

“He said don’t worry about it. He’ll find a way to stay out of our way for the weekend.” Pleased with Yoongi’s reply, you can’t stop thinking of various ways to spend your night with your boyfriend.

With that, you arrive at his apartment that night. Yoongi opens the door, greeting you. You dropped the bags in your hands to the floor and jumped to embrace him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your body. He noticed the fresh smell of your strawberry shampoo, a scent he truly missed.

You start to slowly kiss his neck and soon, you felt his hands grip your waist tighter. “Ummm, kitten?” He does enjoy you pouncing on him as soon as you arrived at his apartment but someone from across the room is eyeing the two of you. Your hands start to comb through his hair when he slightly pushed you, stopping you from teasing Yoongi. “Hoseok is still here.” He turns his head to the direction of his roommate and you followed.

Hoseok sat quietly on the other side of the kitchen counter, sipping his water while staring at the two of you. You straighten out yourself, ashamed at being caught in the act by Hoseok. “Don’t mind me. It’s not like it’s my first time catching the two of you in the act.” He quietly laughs as he took another gulp, completely teasing you.

“Don’t tease her, Hoseok.” Yoongi pats your head as he sees you turn shy at Hoseok’s teasing.

“It’s cute that you let her pounce on you every time she thinks you two are finally alone. So hungry for Yoongi?” Hoseok giggles as you shot a hawkish gaze at him. He gets up and took his bag from the chair beside him as he walks towards the two of you, or rather the door. You glance at the darkness outside the window and at your watch.

“Isn’t it too late for a drive?” You ask Hoseok as he pat your boyfriend goodbye before turning to you.

“I’m fine. Why? You worried about me?” He leans down, eyes meeting yours. He pats your head teasingly and you jokily swat it off. “Besides, aren’t you glad you finally have some alone time? This is my reward to you, little girl.”

“Little girl? I may be smaller but I’m older than the two of you!” Yoongi and Hoseok, focused entirely on your face, watched as you apparently try to make your point.

“Yes, we know kitten, by one year… as you constantly try to remind us.” Yoongi hugs you from behind. “Get on with it. Drive safe!” He hits Hoseok by the arm and they did their handshake. Hoseok also lightly hits your arm before opening the door and walking out, leaving you and your boyfriend finally alone in the apartment.

You both swiftly turn to each other at the same time after the realization that you’re finally alone with each other, amusing the both of you. You let out a smile full of sweetness with eyes almost glistening with longingness for Yoongi.

“I missed you, Yoongi.”

“You don’t how much I missed you too, my kitten.”

That nickname. When was the last time you heard the sound of his voice call you like that? You love it. He apparently can call you that in 100 ways possible. Most of the time, you do love it when he’s screaming it while you overdose him with pleasure.

“Should we watch a movie or something?” You suggest as you turn back to get your bags, carefully grabbing the bag filled with food that you plan to cook for him until tomorrow.

“Pass. I think we should start putting that toy to good use.” Yoongi grumbled in a very low tone as he slowly walked to you, bent forward in front of him. It’s been too long since he had a taste of you. Just by smelling you when you arrived already made him so hard in his pants. He bent down to you letting his body fall on your back. You slowly felt his hands crawl from your shoulders down to your hands. “I’ll be taking that promise now.” His breath brushing past your ear made you wet, shivering from anticipation.

A week ago, you may have promised something to Yoongi. When you’re finally done with the case, you promised him that you’ll allow him to dom you. Usually, it’s been always you who’s taking charge in the bedroom and Yoongi being the sub. You absolutely love seeing your boyfriend submitting to you in the bedroom. Although Yoongi is not really a dedicated sub, he loves it when you tell him that it feels so good acting all your fantasies in the relationship. You were the kinkier and more insatiable one between the two of you so he lets you lead. Tonight, you’ll be giving all the reins to Yoongi so when he knew that you’ll be staying with him this weekend, he texted you the lists of toys to bring.

“What do you want me to do?” You stood up and turned to face him. Yoongi understood what you’re asking of him. You are now submitting to him. His chest starts to swell up inside at finally having the chance to reverse the roles between the two of you.

“Start by calling me Sir.” Yoongi grabbed your chin, lightly tapping your cheeks. You gaze at his hooded eyes, now filled with desire and hunger to dominate you, making you starved to get a taste of him. “Kneel.” He pushed you down by your shoulders as he zips open his pants.

His cock sprung out of his pants, hitting you on the cheek. The enticing smell overwhelmed you. You deeply breathed to inhale his musk as your nose hit the tip of his cock. He gulped at the sight of you hungry for his cock. Your hands wandered towards his member when you heard Yoongi click his tongue. You open your eyes and gazed above. “You’ll only do what I tell you to do, understood?” a more commanding tone vibrated out of Yoongi, slightly surprising you at how he exudes himself right now. He brushed his thumb along your lower lips. “Answer me, kitten.” He tightens his grasp on your chin.

“Yes, sir.” You dropped your hands beside you as you let Yoongi, with his cock in hand, brush himself on your lips.

“Good girl.” He continues to swipe the tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum on your lips. You hold yourself back from licking him and swallowing him whole. Every fiber of your being is getting impatient and just wants to stuff his cock inside your mouth this instant but a promise is a promise. You just have to wait and let him lead. “Stick out your tongue.”

He relishes the sight of you kneeling down for him, tongue out waiting for his cock. He put both of his hands in front of him against the wall as he aligns his cock in the tip of your tongue. “Purple is our safe word. You understand?” He gazes down at you, nodding enthusiastically.

Not soon after, he starts thrusting his cock so deep inside your mouth. Your head is pushed against the wall along with the rhythm and force of each thrusts. Something about his cock just satisfies you perfectly. The length is just enough to gag you but the girth, oh the girth. It hurts your jaw every time you suck him and if you had too much, you know you’re gonna have a hard time chewing your food tomorrow.

Sloppy sounds from the two of you started to fill up the room. Yoongi continues to bury his cock in your throat. He did stay deep for a few seconds a few times, grinding himself on you as you find difficulty to gasp for air. Tears started welling up in your eyes and Yoongi got concerned. You felt him pull away slightly but you assured him quickly that you’re fine. You know yourself that you won’t use the safe word tonight. You never did get to use it ever with Yoongi.

He gripped your neck, ever so slightly choking you as he pulls you to stand and leads you to the living room couch. He pushed you back to crash down on the soft couch. Quickly and not a second more, he crashed his lips with yours. Overwhelmed by the burning contact that’s long overdue, both of you breathed deeply as you allow each other to get intoxicated. Your hands tightly gripped the coach at both sides, controlling yourself from disobeying Yoongi. His tongue starts to lap at your sweet soft lips and continue to coil its way to your tongue.

Yoongi started moaning as he closed the distance between his crotch and your thighs. You felt him grind himself on you and your thighs started squirming at the sight of Yoongi satisfying himself on you. “Open, kitten.” He pushed your mouth open once more with his thumb. “Look at how hungry my kitten is for me. You’re so good for me.” He spits, letting his spit travel down slowly to your mouth. He chuckles at the sight of you swallowing for him.

“Sir, I want your cock now please?” Your thighs squirmed some more, wiggling while tightly closed together.

Yoongi clicked his tongue once more. “You’ve always been impatient. Always skipping foreplay and straight to fucking.”

“But sir, I’m really hungry for your cock.” You beg and whine.

“Good girls get rewards. Am I right, kitten? I have to prepare you well for what’s in store for tonight.” He bends down as he spreads your legs. Your thighs pushed towards you. He groans when he lifts up your skirt, noticing that you chose to come here without any underwear. He glared at you remembering that if he did not control himself a while ago when you were kissing him when you arrived, he could have lifted your skirt right then with Hoseok still present in the room.

“See? I am always so wet for you Sir. I can take your cock right now.” Your pussy, glistening with juices, further inviting him to devour you. He licks his lips before kissing your inner thigh.

“My kitten. When was the last time you touched yourself?” His breathe tickled your clit just as he let his nose slightly touch your clit. Yoongi sees you attempting to grind yourself to his face, impatient for his touch. You bit your lip as you stare and wait for your boyfriend. “Answer me when I ask you a question.” You gasp at the sudden bite on your inner thigh, soon followed by a warm lick from his feverish wet tongue.

“I have not touched myself for three weeks, sir. I really need your cock now, sir. Please.” You whine as you try to hold back your tears.

“Such a hardworking girl. I see you deserve a big reward.” He pulls the lips of your pussy to the side, making it taut and your clit standing to attention. He quickly swiped his tongue up your slit, finally tasting your juices dripping out from your pussy. He could say all kinds of profanities just from tasting you. You scratched and gripped what was around you at the overwhelming sensation. Yoongi continues to flick his tongue swiftly against your clit, followed by slurping and sucking. You arch your back as your hands finds its place on Yoongi’s hair.

His fingers soon landed on the rim of your pussy. He thrusts two inside very deeply, curling it to find your g-spot. You try to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming at the intense pleasure. You’ve been so deprived of any touch for three weeks that just his tongue is enough to make you cum in seconds. However, you try your best to hold it out.

Yoongi fondles your breast with his hand as he licks your clit, while his other hand never faltering from fucking you. Seeing you lose yourself from his touch is making him drunk. He never saw you this submissive with him. With this, he adds another finger in your pussy. He licks your clit furiously as he sees you desperate to scream louder but you bite your lips to hold back. “Do you want to come, kitten?”

You gaze at him, furiously nodding. Begging to be allowed to reach your high. You see him smirk as he continues to thrust his fingers inside you. A second after, he pulled it all out, leaving you surprised and craving for him to return his fingers inside you. “Not yet. We still have to use this.” He lifts up a metal anal plug. He hands out the toy to let it touch your lips. Your eyes stay glued to him as you let your mouth open, sucking the toy. You see him staring at your mouth, licking his lips at how dirty you look right now.

The metal felt cold as it hits your tongue and teeth. You swirled your tongue around the bulbed end and he pulled it out of your mouth. He quickly pushed it inside your pussy without falter. He pulls it in and out twice to lubricate the toy with your juices before stopping just on the entrance of your ass.

You squirm as you felt the toy slowly stretching your behind. The sensation and stretch is too much for your first time. He doesn’t push everything at once, but slowly pulling it in and out as he slowly lets you adjust. He sees you shaking once he did push the entire plug inside you.

He wiped a strand of hair clinging on your sweaty forehead. Despite looking so fucked out, you’re still the most beautiful person he ever saw. You exchange a few seconds of sweet gazes before he inserted three fingers inside your pussy again while his other hand pulls the plug in and out.

“Oh my fuck… Yoongi. I’m gonna..” You came undone as he increased his speed from fucking you after he sees you writhing in reaching your high. You felt washed over with pleasure, vision hazy and ears ringing. 

Yoongi still continued to thrust his fingers and the plug as you slowly finish. A sounding pop came from his fingers pulling out of you. He puts his fingers in his mouth, savoring your sweet taste of ecstasy. He curses, eyes closed, as he relishes the familiar taste.

The plug still within your puckered ass, you crawled back to the couch as you try to chase your breathing. Yoongi proceeds to walk back to the bag you left just near the door and when he came back to you, he pulled out a blindfold and a huge 8 inch pink dildo from your bag and placing it on the table in front of you. Yoongi, now fully naked, stood tall as he beckons you to remove all your clothes. “Stand up and sit down on my cock.”

Yoongi grins as he sees you eagerly standing up and waits for him to sit down. As soon as he sat down, he pats his thigh to gesture you to finally have what you’ve been eagerly waiting for. You turn around and before you sat down, you try to pull out the plug. Yoongi sees this and smacks your ass, granting a whimper from you. “I thought I told you not to do anything unless you’re told to. Keep it in!”

He groans like a beast from behind you as he placed both his hand on your waist. He pulls you down and lets his cock claim your pussy not a moment long. You whimper at the violent stretch and even more so when Yoongi started furiously humping his hips off the couch to fuck you harder. You noodle out sensual and erotic moans as you place your hands behind you and on Yoongi’s chest. “You’re so fucking tight.” He squeezed your waist so hard that the ache lingered when his hands left your skin. “You’re milking me. I won’t last if you’re this tight.” He lets out a guttural groan while he inch closer to your body. He marks you intensely on the crook of your neck. His hands wandered in front of you and tightly squeezed your breasts.

It feels so nice and naughty as you submit to the bliss of your love making. The pain from his rough hands is so gentle yet very shameless as well. He felt like a lion starving for his prey, you, who is presented on a silver platter. Every thrust of his cock feels primal. This reversal of roles is new to both of you but you find yourself finely adjusting.

“Do you want me to fill your ass with my hot…and sticky cum?” He sensually whispers into your ears. You quickly turn intoxicated with his erotic voice, scorching hot inside your chest and seeping wet from your pussy at the thought of him equally fucking your hard from your ass.

“Yes, sir. I would love that.” You turn your face to the side, surprising him with a slow and succulent lick across his lips. You felt like a drug to Yoongi, being this submissive to his every whim and drunk on sex. Something good actually came out from having to part with you for three weeks.

He pushes you off and eyes the anal plug still attached to you. He did not expect you to suddenly shake and cum again after he pulled out the plug. You dropped down with legs buckling, but he caught you in time just before you hit the floor. “Are you okay? Is it too much?” He lets you support yourself, bending forward and hands on the table. He bent down with his chest on your back, cock still erect touching your pussy. You chase your breathing and took your time before you answered him.

“I’m okay baby. Just getting used to this new you.” You giggled as you kiss his cheeks. “I promise to use our safe word if it’s too much.” He laughs as he felt you wiggle your butt on his cock.

“Always hungry for me, kitten?” he lets his hands comb through your hair before pulling it all back. You straighten your back, presenting your ass to him. He holds his cock in his hand, aligning it with your tight puckered muscle. “Put the blindfold and get the dildo, sweet kitten.” He lets go of your hair and allows you to bend forward to get the items he asked. You strap the blindfold on and blindly let your hand wander on the table to get the dildo.

As you were about to stand up back to him, you sense a slow shapely pressure on your ass as Yoongi tries to enter you. The unfamiliar and new stretch had you delirious from the pain and pleasure. You both find yourself breath taken as you wander through uncharted waters. Your tightness from behind is nothing compared to your pussy. If you had known how intense and sweet this was, you would have said yes to Yoongi to try this months ago. Yoongi hesitates to push his entire length on you, still taking his sweet time to let you adjust. However, you’re patience is nearing its limit with Yoongi’s pace.

You push yourself back on him towards the couch, letting the both of you crash down. You scream at the intense sudden pain of having his cock rapidly filling you up when you fell on his lap. You lean your head back on his shoulder as he allow your scream to die down.

“How many times have I told you to obey me?” He squeezes your cheek, stealing the dildo from your hands. “I’m in charge here, not you kitten.” Yoongi smacking the dildo on your clit has your squirming and closing your legs. You can’t see anything and every sense you have seems to have heightened. “Remember who’s in charge or else, you’ll be punished.”

He gathers the dildo on the entrance of your pussy, lathering your juices around. “Punish me, baby. I’ve been a very impatient and disobedient girl.” You’ve now adjusted well to his cock. Yoongi saw you grind yourself on him, whining for more.

You hear him deeply chuckle then the dildo swiftly entered you until you felt it hit your womb. You try to suppress your voice and Yoongi felt this so he hooked his two fingers in your mouth, playing with your tongue to allow you to let your moans out. The merciless plunge of his cock in your ass and the unrelenting force of the dildo overwhelmed you. It was insane being fucked full by your boyfriend. You were submitting but you never felt this strong and satisfied when you were the one taking charge. The pain, the pleasure and the raw savageness of helplessness made you feel alive.

You respond to his each thrust with untamed moans, hands wandering on his body. You felt completely exposed and unguarded. “Tell me, kitten…” you continue to yield and moan for him when he whispered erotically in your ear. “Are you imagining somebody else’s cock inside your pussy filling you right now instead of the dildo?”

Your moans disappeared as you try to comprehend your boyfriend’s question. However, he continues to thrust in your ass and pussy, making your mind a mush. “I…”

“I think you have someone in mind and it’s not me, kitten.” His erect cock delved deep inside your ass, frozen from thrusting inside you. Although, he continues to push the dildo in and out with a force so savage, you can feel it bruising the entrance of your womb. “I’ve seen how you look at him. Do you wish that his cock should be the one fucking your pussy full right now?”

He gripped your chin with his other hand as you felt words stuck in your throat. You felt your chest tighten at the sudden confrontation. You don’t know if Yoongi is angry and punishing you right now because you can’t see him. He wouldn’t shame you like this normally so you don’t know if this is just the dirty talk or his true feelings. “Sir, I don’t…” you get caught up in your words as your blindfold is starting to get moist from your impending tears.

“I’m not angry kitten. I just want to hear what you truly feel. Whose cock, aside from mine, should be fucking you right now?”

It took you a while to get the knot out of your chest but you did. “I want Hoseok’s! Hoseok’s cock should be fucking me hard right now in the pussy while you destroy my ass!” You screamed. Yoongi slows the pace of the dildo in your pussy and pulls it out. You slumped on him, hungry for a reaction from your boyfriend. The blindfold is not helping the turmoil inside your chest. You want to face him and look straight at him to understand what kind of face he might be making right now.

“Good kitten.” He groaned from behind as he take the blindfold off you. You pry open your eyes, adjusting to the light. A naked figure stood in front of you as you rub your eyes to register the sight. Hoseok was standing tall in front of you and Yoongi, naked in all his glory and stroking his cock.

You jump slightly in your place but Yoongi pushes you back down, granting a sensual quiet moan from you since his cock is still deep in your ass. “Hoseok?!?….Why is he here?”

“This is your reward, little girl.” He continues to stroke his cock in front of you, smugly smirking to look at your boyfriend.

“It’s okay, kitten. I know you want this too.” Yoongi placed his chin on your shoulder as you’re still staring at Hoseok’s face. You turn to your boyfriend and you both stare at each other for a few seconds. You try to read his eyes, unsure if you’re really allowed to finally act on your feelings

“I don’t want to do this if you don’t, baby…” He sensed your panic so he cupped your cheeks to kiss you. A slow and sweet exchange of your lips made you understand that he really is letting you go ahead. He parts with your lips and sweetly gazed at you.

“I want this as well. Go ahead.” Yoongi nods his head to Hoseok, prompting you to allow yourself to submit to both of them. “This is okay. Take care of our girl, Hoseok. I trust you both.” You face Hoseok, who’s still furiously pumping himself to you. With the permission of his older roommate, Hoseok now shamelessly takes in your naked figure as he licks his lips.

He’s been wanting this for so long as well. He developed feelings for Yoongi first, when they became roommates. He’s been so good at hiding it not until Yoongi introduced you to him. At first, he was jealous and irritated whenever you would visit and stay at their apartment. The longer you spent time with Hoseok, he also found himself loving you. Hearing you come undone and screaming with Yoongi every night with just a wall separating him from the two of you was brutal. He loved you both, wanting to touch you and Yoongi as well. He was determined to keep it all a secret up until when Yoongi confronted him.

Yoongi suspected Hoseok has feelings for you with how he acted every time you were with the two of them. Of course, he felt something from you as well. Being quiet and reserved meant that he was very good at reading everybody else’s expressions and feelings. He was proven right when Hoseok confessed with his feelings towards you when he tried to confront him. He was taken by surprise though when Hoseok confessed to loving him as well. He didn’t expect it but also didn’t dislike it. Maybe something in him also feels something for his younger roommate. They did talk it out and came to a conclusion to talk to you about it. Yoongi was the one who initiated the surprise threesome. Hoseok wasn’t on board with it at first but now that you’re here, he’ll accept everything even if you reject him.

You let your lust and feelings take over you. You wait for either of them to command you. Hoseok sees your eyes change from reluctant to now willing to submit to him. He takes it as your acceptance of him. He groans as he walks closer to you, cock in your face. His cock smelled amazing. You take in the unfamiliar yet enticing smell as you sniff his shaft, granting a groan from the two males at the sight of you.

“Suck me now, little girl.” You opened your mouth to invite him in. Hoseok leans his head back as euphoria hits him from the satisfaction of having your warm and wet mouth capture his cock. His cock was different from Yoongi. He’s not as girthy as your boyfriend but the length is amazing. Your mouth is already full but there’s still enough left for your hand to play with. “Fuck, I can’t handle this. You feel amazing.” Hoseok wraps his hands on your hair as he started to furiously rock deep inside your mouth. You could feel him reach your throat. Your moans, now muffled by the huge cock occupying your mouth. Hoseok could come apart right there at the sight of your throat bulging from his cock and from the vibrations of your throat as you try to moan loudly, when Yoongi started tapping Hoseok’s hand away from your head.

“I said take care of her, not kill her.” Hoseok loses his hold on your head when he heard Yoongi as he pulled out of your mouth. You gagged and coughed but you swat your hands at them.

“Yoongi, I’m fine. I actually like it.” You swipe the drool off your lips and turned to face your boyfriend. “I’m not using my safe word, am I? So get on with it and fuck my ass full!” Yoongi and Hoseok, surprised at your outcry and commanding tone, just went quiet.

“I didn’t hear you calling him Sir, did I?” Hoseok grabbed your chin and lightly slapped you. “Did he allow you to take over? No! You’re our slut tonight so just obey us.” You were taken aback at Hoseok’s change in demeanor. You were a dom to Yoongi, but Hoseok felt different. You shiver in your place, unfamiliar with the feeling of fear from disobeying the sultry man in front of you. With Yoongi, you were willing to act as a sub tonight but it felt like you were really a sub to Hoseok.

All you do was agree as he slaps you once more in the cheek. It was not painful as you imagined. You know Hoseok still cared for you and wouldn’t really hurt you so you find yourself relaxing under Yoongi, waiting patiently for Hoseok to now command the two of you under him. “Fuck her hard, Yoongi, so that she knows her place. I’ll make sure to fill her pussy to the brim.” He licks his lips as both you and Yoongi stare at the dominant male.

Yoongi started to lunge his hips towards you, bouncing you on his lap. You scream at the pleasant sensation of being fucked in the ass. You see Hoseok smirking as he lines his cock at your pussy. Slowly, you felt him open up your walls as he continue to plunge his erect and long member. Hoseok gently bites and licks your shoulder as he tries his best not to come apart from the wonders of your pussy. It was heavenly. Filthy moans, your bodies tangled with each other, and sloppy sounds from their cocks entering you filled the room. You three were drunk from the pleasure, frenzy mushing your heads making you groggy.

You wrapped your hands around Hoseok’s back, pulling him towards you. Hoseok, surprised at the sudden proximity of his face with Yoongi, avoids eyes contact as he continue to fuck your pussy hard. Yoongi chuckled at the sight of his younger roommate getting shy despite being so commanding with you and him a while ago. He placed a peck on Hoseok’s forehead. Hoseok turned to Yoongi, now cheeks burning caused by the sweet kiss. They stared at each other, Yoongi sweetly smiling at him and Hoseok smiling at the feeling of being accepted by Yoongi as well.

You pull Hoseok’s face to yours, breaking their small moment. “I want to be filled, sir.” You gaze at him with eyes hooded. Hoseok realized that you’ve gone far off now and all he wants is to satisfy you.

“Little girl deserves her reward.” He looked at Yoongi and soon after, both of them pounded into you furiously. Overwhelming sensation from being full from both holes, Hoseok painfully fucking your pussy up up to the entrance of your womb, and Yoongi fully stretching your ass out. You scream as you let yourself in your bliss. You exploded from the ecstasy brought on by the two men you truly care and love. Yoongi and Hoseok moaned and squeezed their hands on you as they felt you squeeze down on them, milking them to reach their own orgasm.

You twist, still glued to them, as you felt their warm liquid fill you up from the front and behind. The three of you, panting, as all of you let your orgasm finish. Still twined with each other, you hugged Hoseok tightly before he parts from you.

“Are you okay? You came three times, you must be exhausted. I’ll prepare a bath for the both of you.” Hoseok quickly ran back to the bathroom, disappearing from the living room.

Yoongi lifts you up to stand, pulling his cock out your ass. He lets out another groan as he sees you leaking with both of their cum. You truly look filthy right now, but his heart won’t stop pounding in his chest as he take in your beautiful face. He swipes the leaking cum off your thigh and he pulls you back on the couch. He places his fingers coated with cum in your mouth. You willingly suck it clean, tasting the mixture of Yoongi and Hoseok on you. He examines you as you breathe deeply, trying to relax post-coitus.

“Wow. Baby. If I had known how fun it is to see you take charge, I would have let you do it occasionally. Also, that was awesome.” You hug Yoongi as you place your legs across his thighs.

“Are you okay? It was not too much, was it?” Yoongi wipes the sweat off your forehead.

“I’m fine, baby.” You placed your lips on him, intimately. You want him to feel your happiness and ultimately, your intense love for him. “So what does this mean? With Hoseok?”

“I know you love him and he does too. I’ve been suspecting it for a while now. I just waited for either of you to talk to me.” Yoongi tucks in your hair behind your ear.

“But I love you more. You’re the one I want the most.” You quickly rebut him, careful as not to hurt him with any of your words.

“I know, kitten. Trust me, I do love you both too and it makes me happy seeing the two of you together too.”

“But he’s your friend…”

“I love him too, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Hoseok suddenly appeared in the room. “I won’t force myself between the two of you. I’ll go wherever you want me to stay in this relationship. I’m happy with just the two of you knowing how I feel.” He stands straight at the edge of the living room, hesitant to walk further and respecting the current situation.

You turn to Yoongi and silently stared at each other. You quickly understood what this meant. Your heart felt huge and swollen at the amount of love you’re now receiving. You’re loved by Yoongi and Hoseok.

“Come here, Hobi.” You gesture him to come closer and he did, smiling enthusiastically as he knew that the both of you are now accepting him and willing to share each other.

“I love you both!” Hoseok crashed down on both of you, granting a loud giggle from you while Yoongi smiled silently.

No reward can ever top this one. Surely, the night is still young.

[briwates]

when he gets the photo, he has to sit down. roly poly baby with the sweetest eyes staring at the camera out of focus.

from this asks game

Thank you for the ask !! i've thought all day about how to write around this prompt, and I finally found my answer :D it got a little long so fic under the cut

yohan was out of town for a work placement when isaac had called him. their much anticipated addition to the family was coming earlier than expected, shortening at once the number of days he was checking off the calendar since the big announcement.

An emergency c-section. heejin had been rushed to the hospital in the early evening, two weeks before the planned due date. yohan paces with frustration in the break room, wishing he could be there with his brother and sister-in-law to welcome this baby. The first yohan would get to see and hold up close. damned mandated overtime.

"i'll send you her picture" isaac had said over the phone. small consolation for missing the event. yohan would have to hold onto that until he could hold his niece, tiny and solid and real.

throughout the evening, he refreshes his email again and again, sneaking away from his colleagues on "coffee breaks" to the computer room, necessity of late afternoon work. the overtime was killing him even more than usual today, cases that usually piqued his interest now made pointless in the face of what he was missing at home. or at least, the closest thing he could call home.

the clock displays 10:03pm when yohan's phone rings again, right after the last of his coworkers wave him goodbye and shut the door. alone in the office, he jumps off his seat to grab the device, scrambles to pull at the charging cord and press the "accept call" button on his Samsung Eternity, fingers shaky.

"hyung ?"

"she's here" isaac tells yohan between sniffles when the phone is against his ear. "elijah is here. yohan-ah, i am a father."

"congratulations hyung" yohan manages to croak out. the excitement materializes like a ball in his chest that is about to burst. he feels ready to start bouncing off walls. "how is noona ?"

"she's tired, but happy. she's feeding elijah. nanny is with her" there is a pause, another sniffle before isaac adds sheepishly, "the emotion overtook me so strongly that they sent me to wash my face, i am calling you from the hospital hallway"

yohan chuckles. it is just like his brother to burst into tears at emotional moments

"who does she look like ?" he asks, curious to know. they had a bet.

"hmmf" isaac blows his nose "i think she takes after heejin the most, but you should see her for yourself"

the email. yohan runs to the computer room again with the phone against his cheek, praying, hoping no one has locked it for the night. the door creaks as he pushes it open for the nth time in three hours, the first desktop displaying bouncing bubbles as a screensaver.

"i have sent you her first picture." isaac's voice gets watery again "i will hang up now, yohan-ah. they both need me."

"okay" yohan breathes, hastily typing his password for the second time, urgency and and impatience making him fail the first. "take care hyung. say hi to noona for me. i will be home soon"

isaac hangs up shortly after, leaving yohan to stand over the computer again, clicking refresh incessantly.

when he gets the photo, he has to sit down. roly poly baby with the sweetest eyes staring at the camera out of focus. elijah is swaddled and wearing a hospital beanie, as pink as her pudgy little face.

yohan takes in her features. her bright eyes. her tiny nose. her round cheeks and sweet little pout. the ball about to burst in his chest only gets bigger, he cannot take his eyes off the screen. his niece. born into the world, precious and perfect.

yohan ignores the sting in his eyes and opens another tab to book the first train tickets to Seoul the coming saturday, the wait for the birth now replaced by counting down the hours to holding elijah in his arms, real and solid and forever his to protect.

[bts-story]

LOVE IS CHAOS

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Chapter 9: Memories from above - Part. 2

It was him, you were sure. 

There was no doubt. The raven-black hair that fell over his face, those broken glasses that magnified his small eyes, his shy and unsure walk. 

He had his head down, afraid to meet anyone's eyes in this crowd. But no one was paying attention to him, no one could notice the panicked look on his face. But through the subway train, through the seats and the people, you had noticed that figure. 

Niragi had come out at the Shinjuku subway station. He had walked exactly fifteen minutes from there, without taking a train. He had spotted a shack of abandoned materials that ran along the tracks. He had climbed the stairs, put his school bags on the ground, and watched from a distance to see if a train was coming towards him. 

You didn't know what made you follow him here. For all you knew, this man ahead of you could be a lunatic, a dangerous man who could hurt you. It was so stupid and irresponsible to follow him here, in a place as deserted as the Sahara. Besides, it was far from your initial destination, except that after having laid eyes on him in the subway, it was impossible for you to let him go like that. 

So discreetly, you went after him, hiding behind cars and other street corners every time he turned his head towards you. It wasn't as hard as you thought, because he seemed to have so many things on his mind, that it was impossible for him to pay attention to what was going on around him. 

"Hi," you had hopped in front of him, once you had climbed the stairs to the same abandoned cabin. He gasped, a stunned look on his face as he discovered who had surprised him here. You sat on the edge of the roof, your legs dangling. 

"I- uh, what- I'm," he stammered with difficulty and the look of incomprehension on his face had you giggling softly. 

"Niragi, right?" You had asked even though you had remembered his first name very well. It had been exactly three weeks and two days since that night when he had assaulted that man outside the bar. And since then, not a single day had passed without you thinking about it. The mystery of that act still unsolved. "I passed by you in the subway, towards Shinanomachi. I couldn't let you get away like that." 

Despite your explanation, Niragi still had a gaping mouth and wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe his luck. He was torn between running away without looking back, or confronting you if he could only have the honor of hearing the sound of your voice one more time. 

"I'm not going to eat you, relax," you had joked to lighten the mood, but strangely enough, it seemed to worry him even more. 

Niragi stood straight as a post, thumbs clenched into fists, and he avoided your gaze at all costs, as if the weight of your irises on him could reduce him to dust. 

Still, he said nothing, did nothing. He just stood there, not knowing where to put himself. "I... I'm sorry but... what are you doing here?" 

"Oh, your tongue seems to be getting better," you commented, deliberately ignoring his question. You were satisfied to know that despite being discharged from the hospital by your supervisor (still such an asshole to this day), Niragi had managed to take care of himself and heal his wound. "Well, I'm glad. It's not easy to heal a tongue, you know. When I was little, I missed a step on the stairs at my grandmother's house and split the whole side of my tongue. It took a good three weeks to heal, just that!"

Niragi didn't know what to say, he remained silent as he listened to your little story. He had so many things going through his head at that moment that it was impossible for you to even know what he was thinking. 

There was no noise around you, except for the screech of car horns that could be heard far, far away. There weren't really any birds here, or even any workers. Only the sound of your voices broke the silence. It was a cloudy day too, the sun hidden high, very high, but no rain was forecast. Only the greyness of the nice month that was April. 

"Do you live around here?" You had asked after a few seconds, once you had noticed that he didn't really know how to react to your story. In fact, he didn't even know how to act towards you anymore, as if he had suddenly forgotten what it was like to act normally. "This is a pretty bleak place..." 

"No, I... I live in Shibuya, near the park. But I often come here to go to college." Niragi had looked down at his hands as he said the words, then looked away to see if the train he was waiting for was finally coming. 

"Keio University? That school sucks..." It was true that this university was much more known for its dilapidated walls and endless construction sites than for its success and prestige. 

"It's not as bad as it looks..." 

"Really? It looks like a school for delinquents and bullies over there." You mused quietly without really seeing that last-word had made every bone in Niragi's body freeze like a child caught in the act. He didn't move a muscle and that was starting to annoy you a lot. You were far, far from being a mean person and seeing him scared every time he met your eyes was annoying. 

"Really, I don't mean to sound so rude, but... why did you follow me?" 

You swung your feet into the void, taking a long breath of fresh air as if to keep the suspense going. It wasn't to amuse you, but Niragi deserved that little bit of anxiety time before you finally confronted him. "I wanted to know why you assaulted that poor man outside the bar last time?" 

A wave of panic swept across Niragi's irises, and despite all the stammering that came out of his mouth, not a single clean word could be heard. It was almost comical. You could have laughed a little bit, but you had to have an answer, and to know once and for all what was the reason of this misunderstanding. Because it was surely a misunderstanding, it couldn't be anything else. 

"Huh? I mean... I mean, what? Sorry, I... I don't know what you're talking about." A response like this was to be expected. 

"Mmh, I think you know what I'm talking about, on the contrary." You stared at him, squinting your eyes, as if that was enough to make him confess everything.

"No, really, you must have me confused with someone else." Niragi was a very bad liar. He avoided your gaze at all costs (even though he had been doing that since you arrived), he played nervously with his fingers (but that hadn't stopped since you first spoke to him), and above all, he had that tremor in his voice that couldn't deceive you (and that seemed to be his natural voice, after all). 

"Ah," you nodded slowly, pretending to agree with him. As if you had to inevitably take his word for it. "Weren't you the one who tased a tall, rather good-looking man outside the Koko Bop three weeks ago? For no apparent reason?"

Niragi shook his head from right to left firmly, "Affirmative, it wasn't me." 

"Anyway, you know what? If I ever find this person, I'll tell them it's okay. I guess there's a good explanation for that." Maybe it was a strategy of preaching the false to find out the true, but from what you could see, either way, Niragi didn't seem to want to admit anything. 

"Maybe it's... Maybe this person wanted to help you?" 

You understood what was going on, now. He would talk about himself in the third person, assuring tooth and nail that he wasn't the attacker, but he would still seek to justify his actions. It was very clever, or completely stupid, you didn't know yet. "Why would anyone help me? Everything was fine." 

Niragi thought for a second, sticking the tip of his tongue between his teeth before resuming, "Maybe that person thought that man meant you harm and that person wanted to protect you?" 

"You think so?" You took in this new information, trying to figure out if this could explain it. But above all, to determine if this was justifiable or if on the contrary, it was unforgivable. 

Niragi nodded his head up and down, this time, still firmly. 

"And how would you explain that this person was there, at that time?" 

"Uh... that, I don't know." He admitted in a slightly more uncertain voice, "Tokyo is very large, after all. I imagine there are plenty of people who would come to the help of someone in distress. If it wasn't him, it could have been anyone." 

"You may be right, but I know for a fact that this person lives in Shibuya. And this bar is located in Kōtō. That's quite a distance from there, don't you think?" 

"Then, if you find that person, you'll have to ask him." He stated proudly, as if he had managed to trick you at your own game. He was smart, you could admit. 

"Mmh, I hope one day I get my hands on him then." You stated as you looked him straight in the eye, just to let him know that you weren't done with him and that you could see through his little game. 

A small silence fell between the two of you, and Niragi was still standing, only a meter or two away from you while your legs were swaying from the ledge. There was still no train on the horizon, and not a cat around. Birds flew overhead, and finally, Niragi decided to relax and took a seat at the edge of the cabin, just like you. He sat down at a reasonable distance from you, with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees. 

You wondered how he was able to see clearly through his broken glasses, and despite the fact that he told you he didn't have any spare money to spend, you wished he could fix his glasses. He had a beautiful face, through all that shyness. He had pronounced but delicate features, small almond-shaped eyes and well-defined lips. He still had that piercing on his eyebrow that seemed to have healed better, too. 

You were well aware that you were staring at him, but without embarrassment, you noticed those purple marks that were on his neck that he was vainly trying to hide with the collar of his jacket. Niragi did not move, even if he felt like a statue frozen under the glance of Medusa who would have changed him suddenly into stone. 

He seemed to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. As if his life was only about surviving under the threat that the depths of the earth would swallow him whole. He was unhappy, it was written on his face. It was so easy to read, his aches and worries were crystal clear. 

"I think I've been here before," you admitted after a moment, looking away to look into the distance. "It was raining like crazy, it wouldn't stop. I've been here, on the roof of one of these shacks, like this one. I was standing at the edge, waiting for a train to come. I told myself that I would throw myself under the first one that came by." He would listen intently, and you would tell your little story as if no one could hear you. As if no onlooker could judge you. "I waited, and waited, and waited. I waited so long that after a while it stopped raining. And no train ever came. With the storm, a power pole fell on the tracks and froze all traffic."

If he was surprised by your sudden confession, he said nothing except, "So, what did you do?" 

"I went down, got on the subway and went home. I took a shower, heated up some ramen and went to bed. The next day, I went back to work, as if nothing had happened." It wasn't as hard to admit all this as you thought it would be. In fact, it made it much more trivial than you were making it out to be up to now.

Niragi was looking at you carefully now. Perhaps he had forgotten why he felt so intimidated until now, as if your story had made him realize that you were not so different from each other after all. "Why didn't you try to do it again?" 

A smile played on your lips as you finally met his eyes. He looked intrigued, really, as if the reason you were about to give him would help him understand why you were here. "Don't you understand?" He frowned. "I was looking for a sign from the universe, at the time. And the universe gave me one. There were no trains that day." He didn't seem to understand any more despite your explanation. "And today the universe is sending you a sign, too." 

"Really?" He looked around suddenly, as if the sign was written somewhere in big letters with arrows and neon lights that would tell him what it was. 

A real chuckle came out of your mouth this time, which called Niragi to order and his disbelieving eyes landed on you again. "What do you think I'm doing here?" It was a bit pretentious to consider yourself a sign of the universe, true, but if it would make Niragi understand that he wasn't alone, then why not. 

You didn't understand this sudden urge to want to help him. Maybe his frightened look reminded you too much of your own, or the way he was so insecure made you want to protect him from all the thugs in the world. He didn't seem to be able to defend himself, or even brave enough to save his own life in case of a violent altercation. 

Perhaps he had felt like he had grown wings that evening when you left the bar. Anyway, he was intriguing and mysterious, and that made him attractive, somehow. It was nothing sexual, far from it, it was just an undeniable attraction that would be only justified by the way he acted and the way he was. "Tell me a little bit about yourself. What do you do for a living, Niragi?"

"I... I don't have a job yet. Truth be told, I graduate tomorrow. And... I have a job interview, first thing Monday." 

"That's great, congratulations!" You were suddenly getting enthusiastic, but Niragi didn't seem any more excited than that at the thought. On the contrary, he seemed rather dreadful about both events. "Why would you want to throw yourself under a train the day before graduation?" 

His attention turned back to you, as if you had just said the forbidden words. Okay, there had been this sort of silent agreement that had determined Niragi's presence here, but saying it out loud made it sound much duller and dreary than he found it to be. "I don't know, why wait?" 

"Mmh, fair enough." you contemplated the answer as you began to play with the hem of your sweater. It was true that if he wanted to do the unthinkable, the events to come were no longer important in the cycle of life. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing was expected or hoped for. "What's that degree about, anyway?" 

"Video game engineering," he then explained, glad to see you weren't arguing the point further. "I promise you, it's not as nerdy as it sounds. It's mostly coding and math, really." 

"Sounds pretty nerdy to me," you joked and for the first time, Niragi smiled. It was a nice smile, reserved and blushing on his cheekbones, but it was cute and it made you smile too. It was nice to know that you had the ability to provoke that in him, it was a kind of proof that finally the joy had not totally disappeared in him.

A dog barked in the distance, a car honked, still no train. 

"Do you have a family?" you asked after a few seconds of silence, once your little laughter had died down.

"It's just me and my sister. She keeps asking me for money that I don't have..." 

Niragi didn't give any more information and you felt it would almost be inappropriate to ask him more, like where his parents were and how he ended up alone with his sister. Maybe that was a story for another time. "What's her name?" 

"Sarika. She's seventeen, and she's a spoiled brat."

Once again, you let out a small laugh, "Ha, I remember when I was seventeen, I was a spoiled brat, too." 

Niragi laughed a little bit. He seemed to finally, finally relax a bit and feel comfortable with you. He probably felt that finally you were not a malicious soul and that you were not there to hurt him. That was rare for him, and somewhere along the line, he feared it would only be a short-lived pleasure. "I don't picture you like that at all, though." 

"Oh believe me, I gave my grandmother a run for her money," you explained with a shorter breath, recalling the few memories of your teenage years. "The cops brought me home more than once, it was a real mess..." 

There was that intriguing little look that gilded in Niragi's eyes that betrayed his desire to know more, and unless he was mistaken, he would never dare ask you anything about your personal life. Even though you had made a lot of effort to be interested in his own life, he was afraid to ask you about your own, fearing to break through the boundaries. What boundaries, he didn't know. But it felt like there were, and he would be extremely angry at himself for inadvertently crossing them. 

"My grandmother raised me," you would finally explain, and Niragi was relieved to hear you say it, and that he didn't need to ask you. "Turns out my mom was a spoiled brat, too. Except she never grew up and fled her responsibilities. I think she's somewhere on a boat in Indonesia, last I heard."

"What about your dad?" he finally asked, swearing to himself that he was an absolute dick for letting his mouth speak before his brain could stop him. 

"No idea, I never met him. I don't think my mom even knows who he is..." To Niragi's eyes, you didn't seem angry about the question, on the contrary, it seemed to make you happy that he was interested in you too. And it was true, he had finally let go, or at least forgotten why he came here. As if finally, all he needed was for someone to talk to him and be interested in who he was. 

For the first time in his life, Niragi felt seen. Many people looked at him, saw him walking down the street with his head down, his teachers watched him attend their classes, and his attackers watched him being abused and tortured by their own hands - but here, and now, Niragi was seen. And God, did it feel good. 

"Fuck, that sucks..." He let out and instantly led his hands over his mouth, as if that would wipe away what he had just said. You laughed broadly at his wide eyes, fear and dread taking a new place in the middle of his irises. "I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that..." 

"Don't worry about it. You're right, it does suck..." You laughed so hard at the tips of his ears turning a shameful red that it caused a bar in your stomach that made it hard to breathe.

Niragi avoided your gaze again, his lips closed to keep himself from saying something stupid again. There was still no train approaching and for a moment Niragi wondered if another electric pole had collapsed on the tracks, which would have caused a total stop of traffic, at least for the day. However, or as if to prove him wrong, the silhouette of a train appeared on the horizon, at last. It was coming at full speed, the perspective getting bigger and bigger as it got closer. The horn sounded loudly, and Niragi stared at it. 

He stared at the way the wheels squeaked against the rails and the way the cars moved in a turbulent way due to the speed of the machine. He had been waiting for this moment all day. As soon as he woke up this morning and made his decision. He had thought about it during his computer class, during lunch and all the way here. He had made his decision, it was today. 

But as the train headed towards you, the urge to jump seemed to get further and further away. It all seemed insignificant now. And your eyes sticking to his skin burned him harder than the sun in summer. He couldn't describe how he felt, except lost. 

The train passed by, and threw a huge warm wind between you two. His hair ruffled and the bottom of your skirt flew up so hard that you had to hold the fabric back before it exposed your thighs. Then the train drove away, leaving a new space for emptiness and silence as it moved further to the other direction.

You didn't need to point out the fact that he hadn't jumped. There was no reason to ask why or how that was. That wasn't important, far from it. What was important was that Niragi was still sitting beside you. He was there. He was definitely there. 

"There are five guys from my school waiting for me every week when I get out of class." He would open his mouth after a moment and the next words he would say sounded not like a confession, but like an explanation. "They're waiting for me and they're harassing me. They're making a meeting with me under the bridge, near the river. If I don't come, then the next time will be much worse." 

You listened attentively, your gaze on his fragile figure. He looked like a little boy, frightened by the grip of a strict parent. 

"I tried to stand up to them, but there are too many of them. I'm no match for those... those... assholes." Niragi's eyes were glued to his hands, and his voice was starting to shake again. His face was hidden by his hair that fell over his cheeks, preventing you from seeing that tears were beginning to bead at the corners of his eyes. "They... they torture me and beat me. I... I don't know what to do anymore to stop this madness." 

He wasn't waiting for an answer, you knew that. He sniffed. A pause. Then he continued.

"They make me a target out of me and have fun throwing baseballs at me. Fifty points in the intimate parts, a hundred points in the face. They... they're the ones who pierced my eyebrow, I was never on that fucking train that derailed last month," he was crying his eyes out now, you could hear it in the sound of his voice. Even though he still refused to look at you, you didn't even dare move, afraid that it would scare him into saying anything more. "I... made it all up because I was too ashamed!" 

You didn't know why he suddenly felt the need to speak out about it all either, but if it helped take any weight off his shoulders, then you were willing to accept offering a listening ear willingly.

"They wanted to make me eat rice that they had peed on before, and...and when I refused, they pierced my tongue with a syringe they found in the garbage." It was absolutely horrifying. So much so that it sent shivers down your spine. Who could be cruel enough to inflict that on another human being. 

Niragi wasn't the bravest or the strongest, but to take advantage of a man's distress to inflict his most outlandish ideas on him was something you couldn't describe as anything but inhumane. It was simply shameful to be like that. Your hands became sweaty, your breath short as you hung on every word Niragi said.

"I don't know what to do anymore... I wanted it to stop... I wanted this nightmare to stop," Nigari took his head in his hands, sobbing his heart out. He didn't care if you judged him or laughed at him for crying like that (he'd heard he cried like a little girl too many times before), and now nothing mattered but the weight of a bowling ball that seemed to flatten his heart and lungs.

You didn't know what to do either. What to do against such a confession? The sound of your heart breaking into a thousand pieces could be heard over Niragi's sobs that caused his body to shake frantically. So that was the reason for his unhappiness and uneasiness, the reason why he had come here today. 

That was the reason you had met him on the subway and followed him. Today was the day it was all supposed to start. It wasn't the end, after all - it wasn't the day Niragi would throw himself under the train tracks. No, it would be the first day of the rest of his life, the day you would help him defend himself, and face those bullies. It was a day of beginning, and a day of change. 

Yes, it was decided. It was today. 

So you got up from your spot to walk the few dozen centimeters that separated you, and Niragi was startled by your touch, the one that encircled his face and pressed him against your chest. At first he tried to struggle, but with a word of encouragement on the tip of your lips and a gentle voice, he finally rested against you. You could feel the tears running down his cheeks into your neck, and the embrace you were offering him caused him to sob a little harder. He was clutching your sweater so tightly, as if he was afraid you would suddenly go away and leave him alone again. 

But you wouldn't leave. Not now. That was out of the question. 

He needed help, he was in distress. And you would never leave someone in distress to fend for themselves. It was too hard, much too hard. You knew that.

"I'm here, Niragi, I'm not leaving. Look, I'm staying with you." you held him close, "Shh, I'm here."

And he cried, and cried again, until there was not a single drop left to pour. 

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Are you guys still there? It feels like the fandom is dying… Where are my Niragi stans at yo???

Okay okay; so I made this a part two of the previous' chapter, just cause it felt more like a follow up than a next chapter; and I didn't have the time to write it last time and update it so soon so that's why I made 2 parts

Anyways; next chapter, I promise we'll get back to the borderlands and light some shit up

Please don't hesitate to comment cause that's basically the only thing I live for and I really need that to keep me going from writing <3

Nageoire

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This is a small thing, but even if you're an American talking to other Americans, I gotta ask that you stop making assumptions about what people had the opportunity to learn in school. Like, even if I concede the point and agree that every public school system and accredited private school in the US has a curriculum that covers a basic grounding in civics (branches of government, how a bill becomes a law), critical reading skills, basic statistics, literally anything about the civil war (although tbh I almost always see this about English or Social Studies, not Math, Science, or History (as distinct from social studies), even if I concede that point, there are still about a dozen different ways to miss things through no fault of your own.

Some examples I have personally experienced include:

Pulled out of class multiple times a week during a subject you're strong in, for mandatory and unhelpful counseling even though you haven't done anything wrong, because Columbine was only a few years ago and you've been pegged as a potential school shooter since you were six. The assumption that you can and will catch up on your own through independent study is not unfounded, but you don't necessarily study exactly the same material as the rest of the class.

Partially homeschooled for a year. Don't know what the class was learning on Thursday or Friday.

Fully homeschooled for one or more years.

Skipped grades.

Educational requirements get moved around so a topic you were slated to study in the next grade is now part of the curriculum for the one you just finished, and not the one you're going into.

Your American Government and Economics teacher deviates from the normative curriculum - you learn a lot about local government and social justice, but never covered what the Supreme Court really is.

Your American Government and Economics teacher disregards the normative curriculum entirely. You spend a productive semester learning how to assess conspiracy theories.

You fill out credits at the local community college, and don't learn the same things as your peers taking the subject in your actual school.

Some examples I either did not personally experience or experienced with such complicating circumstances that my experience may be wildly atypical.

Moved to another school district with a differently organized curriculum.

Moved from public to private school or vice versa.

Moved across the city between elementary and middle school, or middle and high school. Your new middle/high school coordinates their curriculum with the three closest elementary/middle schools, not yours.

Missed a semester or more due to illness or family crisis, not held back because your math and reading are on track.

Fully homeschooled

Attended an unaccredited private school

Completed some part of your schooling in jail, a hospital, or another institutional setting.

History teacher has to spend the whole semester trying to counteract fascist and confederate propaganda your classmates learned at home.

So yeah, please just like, stop with "We did cover this in school, you just weren't paying attention."

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Don't Blame Me 2.0 | Sneak Peak

So here's just a little sneak peak of my re write of Don't Blame Me. I've been wanting to revisit this for a while. I will post the rest of it in one go probably on Ao3 for ease but here's just a little peak of some of the extended stuff I'm doing. This is probably chapter 1 or 2. I haven't decided the order yet. It is 100% new material and I hope it gives a good example of what the rest of the re write is gonna be. Hope you enjoy 💕

Word Count: 2k

Nina stared up at the ceiling. It was ugly. Grayish plaster smeared across to form a minuscule mountain range. She was angry at them with their manmade topography. She wanted to climb up and scrape them smooth. She wanted to destroy something without consequence. 

The bed in the safe house was too hard and the covers were too thin. Made it impossible to sleep and yet she’d spent the past three days laying in it. She missed the warm comfort of her old bed, layers of wool blankets and a fluffy down mattress. She missed the feathers that poked her in the middle of the night. 

Kyle, sat guard by the door - rifle in hand. The curtains always drawn close. She’d long lost track of time, only gauging when offered food. Shopping bags laid scattered across the floor. Price had bought clothes, guessing her size and getting it wrong most of the time. She’d finally asked for something warm and big. 

He’d come back with a large navy sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. They were nice and soft and the sweatshirt was large enough she could tuck her knees inside of it and pull her hands into the sleeves. A small comfort. 

She didn’t like it here but she wasn’t given a choice. Hunted like an animal across countries and continents. All because of her father. Some people may be attached together with red string but he was the rope around her neck. 

The house somehow felt more sterile than the hospital they had her at initially. She didn’t like it there either with doctors and nurses constantly prodding her. Taking blood for various tests, physical exams where she was expected to strip for strangers. Their hands were always cold. 

A week ago she hadn’t even seen another person in years and now she didn’t think any part of her had gone untouched. She’d fought and screamed every time they pulled another needle out. They’d had to sedate her after she kicked a nurse in the shoulder and almost knocked her over. Price stepped in at that point and refused to let them do any more tests or exams until she’d relaxed. She never got the chance.

She woke up to a man forcing his way into the room. Kyle dragged her out of bed and into a corner, ripping an IV out of her arm. Price had met the man at the threshold. The intruder got one good hit in before Price slammed his head into the door. 

Her stomach flipped, hearing his skull crack. Death wasn’t an unfamiliar face but she ached having seen him so often recently. How many just in the past week? She’d lost count. Blood dripped down the door, like a bug that got squished. 

Kyle was holding her arm, bandaging where the IV got ripped out.

“We’re moving her.” Price said. “Now!”

Kyle scooped her up easily, carrying her bridal style, down the halls and stairs of the hospital. 

“Kate, I need a safe house.” Price barked into a radio. Nina clung to Kyle, letting herself get carried away once again. It had been futile to fight previously so she allowed it now. She also didn’t want to complain about not walking across the parking deck barefoot. 

Price drove while Kyle sat in the back, having her lay down on the seats next to him. She stayed quiet, she was good at that. Quiet and surviving. They drove what felt like hours around London in order to lose any possible tails. Eventually Price pulled into an underground parking deck and they switched cars. 

The Russian was driving this time, she believed his name was Nik. A large white utility van. She sat with her back against the side. Her feet were cold. Kyle and Price flanked her. She felt like she should be wearing a black bag over her head. 

It was dark when they got to the safe house. A coat was thrown over her head and she was kept bent over as they led her inside. Lights off until the blinds could be pulled shut. 

“You should be safe here. Kyle will keep watch over ya,” Price assured, holding her shoulders. She was older than he was when they last saw each other. A stranger but the only person on Earth who seemed to remember her name.  A friend of her father’s, his sergeant. He’d stop by their on base house often enough to be a familiar face. He got her a birthday gift once or twice. He’d had dinner with her family. She felt ashamed to say she hadn’t thought about him in years yet there he was at the edge of the world to hold her on the helicopter ride home. “How are you feeling Nina?”

“I’m okay.” What else was there to say? It felt like the ground was constantly collapsing under her and she was treading ice water. “I’m tired.”

“Let’s get the bedroom set up for you.” He rubbed her back as he led her upstairs. She waited in the hall as he checked over the room and pulled the blinds shut. She was glad they left her alone to sleep, even if one of them was always outside the cracked open door. She’d barely left the bed since. Kyle had moved a chair in at one point.

“Just keeping you company.” He smiled. She imagined the true reason was so he could stop her if she tried to kill herself. There was a reason she had to ask for any pain medication, there were no knives in the kitchen and the sweatpants came without strings. Truthfully she didn’t have the motivation for all that. 

She thought about taking another shower or maybe a bath. Hot water on demand was another comfort. Something she’d missed. 

She got up wordlessly and walked into the ensuite bathroom. Bottles, jars and tubes also scattered across the counter. Kyle had explained what it all did. Moisturiser, cleanser, masks and other words she didn’t remember. She slathered it all on anyway. It did make her skin feel less tight. If it made a physical difference, she wouldn’t know. The mirror was gone. 

Kyle had taken it off the wall the day before. She’d needed his help turning on the water. Her reflection frightened her. She knew she was older, a woman of twenty five. She still expected to see a little girl staring back at her. In a way there was, how small she looked. How starved she looked. She didn’t like her skin or hair or her face at all really. Price had remarked how much she looked like her mother. She couldn’t even hold her face in her mind. She knew that she never looked sick like this. As tattered and forgotten. 

She’d hung a towel over the edges of the mirror. Kyle took it down and she put it back up. He seemed to understand and it was laid in the hallway facing the wall the next morning. 

She filled the tub with steaming water and squirted some soap into it. She wasn’t allowed to lock the door so she left it cracked to let the steam out. She sunk down till her nose barely scraped the water’s edge. She soaked until the bubbles all popped and disappeared and her skin was pruned. 

There was a knock on the door. 

“The captain is going to be back soon with food,” Kyle broke the hours-long silence. He was extraordinarily kind to her despite having not said more than a couple words to him over the past days. “He asked if there’s anything else you want or need.”

“I’m okay,” she said. She didn’t know what she needed or wanted. Everything seemed like a distant dream, half real. She thought about the things she ate as a child and wondered what was real and what was some elaborate coping daydream. It all just seemed out of her grasp. 

“…Nina?” He asked. It still felt weird to hear people say her name aloud. It was something she had kept like a secret for so long. “Do you like cake?”

She could hear the smile in his voice. She didn’t remember the last time she had cake. Her 11th birthday maybe. 

“I can have Price pick some up for you. I’d say you deserve it.”

“I’d like that…thank you, Kyle.”

“I’ll text him.”

Price arrived a little less than an hour later. She was back in bed, wearing the same sweatshirt and pants. Kyle had shown her how to work the telly. There was nothing familiar on. 

Price had given up on getting her to eat anywhere but her bed, bringing up the food with a tray. 

“Thank you,” She said as he laid a plate of lamb, rice and veggies in front of her. The three of them ate in silence as she periodically flipped through the channels on the telly. 

“What day is it?” she asked as another holiday ad came on. 

“December sixteenth,” Kyle answered around a bite of lamb. 

She didn’t realise Christmas was so close. She changed the channel again, wanting to avoid any possibility of raising hope. 

“Gaz, take the dishes downstairs. I need to talk to Nina.” Price said as they finished eating. She thanked Kyle as he took her plate and pulled her knees to her chest. 

Price had a serious look on his face, more serious than usual. 

“We have to move you again.” He said. She nodded, chewing on the idea of having to leave again.

“Why?”

“My contact in M16 believes there’s a leak and you’re at risk again. They shouldn’t have known what hospital you were in.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “These men are dangerous, Nina. They believe you know where your father is.”

“I don’t.”

“I know you don’t, love. We’re working on tracking them down but until we do you need to be kept safe. You’re going to the United States tomorrow afternoon.”

“The United States? Why all the way there?”

“It’ll be easier to hide you. You’ll be under cover, new name, travelling with one of my mine.”

“Kyle?”

“No, unfortunately I need him here.”

“Then who?” She wasn’t sure if she trusted anyone else. She wasn’t even sure if she could trust Price. 

“His name is John.”

“Your name is John.”

“Different John.” He chuckled. “MacTavish. A scot. He’ll look after you.” He patted her shoulder. “Get some rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Price?”

“Yes, love?”

“Will I ever be safe?”

He laid his hands on her shoulders and got eye level with her. 

“I will make you safe.” He said firmly, like he believed it to be true. “Try to get some sleep. Lots to brief on tomorrow.”

The idea of having to move again twisted her stomach. More helicopters? More high speed chases down mountain roads? More bullets whizzing by? Her hands were shaking already. She pulled her arms into her sweatshirt and scratched at them. Every red line was a release of tension in her body. Another strange man who’s side she would be tucked into. She knew Price wouldn’t put her with someone who would hurt her, at least not knowingly. 

There was a knock on the door.

“Nina? Can I come in?” Kyle asked. 

“Uh…yeah…you can.” She pushed her arms back through her sleeves. He was smiling as he came in. A pastry box and fork in hand. 

“Price says you need protein but cake has eggs so I think it counts.” He handed her the box. She laid it in her lap and opened it. It was a small chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and cadbury flakes on top. Her mouth watered. She wanted to feel the sugar grit against her teeth. 

“Thank you, Kyle.” She said, holding the box close. There was a time when she was younger and she used to close her eyes and imagine a great big party with cake and balloons and streamers and friends and her family. She held onto that fantasy for a long time. She hoped the cake tasted as good as it did in her head. 

“Eat it all if you want but don’t get sick, yeah?” He handed her the fork before going to leave. “Soap’s a decent bloke. He’ll take care of you.”

What a stupid nickname, she thought as she stabbed her fork into the centre of the cake and dug out a chunk. 

It was better than she imagined. 

I would also like to shout out some of the people who've supported this story over the past year. There are more than I could ever list (I'm adding as I remember usernames) but thank you all so much

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I appreciate more than y'all could ever know 💕

[angelthefirst1]

Home is where the heart is, and Daryl has plans to find her! ❤️ ❤️

Daryl had plans after Grady...

Plans to find Beth's missing body...

How do I know it was missing, and his plan was to find her?

Well, L'ame Perdue (Lost soul being a very fitting title) showed us a hidden template of the following things...

1) A repeat of Grady with all the parallels we saw.

2) Post Grady, where Daryl is separated from Beth, and he plans to get back to her/find her. She is the L'ame Perdue.

3) Rick and co post Grady were placed in immediate danger. Like the Convent is when he leaves.

4) This danger convinced Daryl to abandon his plans, come back to the group to help save them, and help them travel to Washington to find somewhere safe for Carl and Judith to grow up.

Daryl didn't get to find the 'lost soul' (Beth) the first time around, and his plans were put on hold, but this time around, it will be different.

This is it! The Daryl Dixon spin-off is all about finding that L'ame Perdue, we have all been missing for 10 long years.

Now, you may think you haven't seen what happened in those 3 missing weeks, post Grady, but you have.

You just might not realise it...

Let me explain...

Below, i will show you the same template i listed above laid out in L'ame Perdue...

Daryl says to Isabelle that "he has plans" and leaves.

We know that his plans are to continue on his journey, finding his way home, but she wants him to help her get a boy to a better place...

We know not long after leaving, he comes back to the Convent when he realises they are in immediate danger. He saves them and then agrees to take the child to a safe community.

Putting his plans aside...

Following this template, Daryl made plans after Grady...

If home is where the heart is, then his plans included finding Beth, his home!

Which surmises that he got separated from her and she was lost to him, just like Daryl got separated from America (his material home)

It's also why Laurent says to Daryl, "You're home sick."

Really, he's saying to Daryl,"You're heart ❤️ sick for, and missing Beth" 😍💞 because you love her and she's your home.

After Grady, and before being separated from her body, i can also tell you that Daryl told Beth he loved her and kissed her.

How do I know? because they have already shown us in part what happened through several other characters and scenes...

Magna kisses Luke (the music) as he is dying in the hospital and says...

Eugene and Rositta when he learns she's dying...

And, this scene between Daryl and Carol when they are about to go separate ways. This example is split into two separate scenes, but it's the same template.

First, he kisses her head when they talk about separation ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Then he tells her he loves her right before he leaves...

All are a deliberate but veiled telling of what the audience hasn't been officially shown - part of the three missing weeks.

So yes, Daryl told Beth he loved her before being separated from her.

She's his home, and he is trying to get back to her.

This time around, he will!

The missing three weeks after Grady has indeed been explained, but only seen by those who have eyes to see.

Carol and Daryl's activities in 509 are part of this unseen story, and what happened was an upside down and reversed version of 506 - Consumed. Where they are looking for Beth once again.

Daryl goes looking for Beth (his missing home ❤️) Carol goes after him to help him, repeating a backward version of Consumed. This is why Carol's character is being reintroduced soon into the DD series.

A deal was made...

Back in 510, we saw Daryl back with Rick and the group on their way to Washington - they obviously needed him, and a deal was made, like he made with Isabelle.

Something along the lines of...

I look for Beth (home/heart) and then come with you to Washington for the children.

VS, I help you get Laurent to this community, and you help me find my way home (❤️ Beth)

To Daryl, Alexandria was just "a roof," not his home.

Daryl might not know it just yet (because he thinks she's dead), but Beth is his home, and he is on his way back to her.

To finish...

For those who have been around since Beth first went missing in 413.

L'ame Perdue can also be translated into "Where's Beth?" 😉😊

It's all repeating and reversed.

Infinity ♾️

💫💫💫💞💞💞

[avengersassemble123]

||CHAPTER 4||

NOTE: DARK CONTENT, CONTAINS VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, KIDNAPPING, BEING HELD CAPTIVE, INJECTIONS, HOSPITAL, CHARACTER(S) TURNING/DEATH, BASED ON THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (WARNINGS ARE GIVEN BEFOREHAND THE PART SO YOU CAN SKIP IT AND CONTINUE READING FORWARD)

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"What the hell, isn't that Asami??"

"Didn't she go missing for a week?"

"Oh my god what happened to her?"

Asami walked inside the classroom towards Ms.Ren, while everyone stood in shock and walked towards the front.

Asami suddenly collapsed, making Ren and the students rush to help her.

"Ms.Ren.." Asami said weakly, her head on Ren's lap.

"Yes, its me. Do you recognize me?"

"He grabbed me..."

"Who grabbed you Asami?"

"...The science teacher grabbed me and locked me up..."

"The science teacher? Locked you up?"

All the students looked at each other confused but also shocked by the news broken out to them.

"Mr.Haruto? Huh?"

Asami instead of replying, whimpered.

"Asami get up, lets get you to the infirmary." Ren tried picking her up, when Giyuu halted her, "I'll carry her." "Okay" "Someone help him" "I'll help." Shinobu said, taking hold of Asami's one hand, "Me too" Mitsuri said, grabbing hold of the other hand, while Giyuu tried picking her up piggyback style. "Rest everyone, go back to your seats. Now." Everyone besides the three nodded, but hesitated to move.

Giyuu ran with Asami on his back, Shinobu and Mitsuri supporting the hands, in case they loose balance, while Ren was close behind. Suddenly, Asami started to get up, her hands holding on Giyuu's shoulder, "Asami what's wrong?" Ren said, slightly pushing Asami to lay down, trying not to exert herself. But unknown to the three due their adrenaline rush, Asami had started growling lowly, her open mouth almost leaning towards Tomioka's neck her, her now feral teeth almost touching he gulping neck, when they all entered, alerting the infirmary nurse, Tamayo, who was with her assistant, Yushiro.

Both of their eyes widened in realization at looking at their bloodied patient.

"Quick Tamayo, she needs help."

Yushiro rushed to prepare the materials, while Tamayo checked her temperature. "Her temperature is way too low.." Tamayo said showing the thermometer to Ren and Yushiro, which showed 29.1C. Just then Asami started wrangling on the bed, her body pulsatng and moving weirdly, bones unknowingly being cracked, veins pulsating around her body. "Miss Tamayo it's ready." Yushiro said, pointing to the medical equipment. "Hold this down so she won't kick this off." Tamayo said grabbing the blankets and throwing it over Asami. Giyuu, Shinobu, Mitsuri, Ren and Yushiro grabbed the blankets, holding it down, trying to still growling and roaring Asami's inhuman movements. "It's okay.." Ren tryed assuring Asami. "Please call an ambulance. Meanwhile I'll sedate her and Yushiro will clean her wounds. "Okay." Ren said, gesturing the students to hold tight.

"The science teacher gave me a strange shot.." All eyes turned towards a struggling Asami.

"A shot? Mr. Haruto gave you a shot?" Ren asked he student.

"He tried to kill me.." Asami whimpered.

"Asami, what shot?" Ren tried seeking answers from her student.

"I'm going to kill them all..." Asami growled deeply, and the next moment, her head moved around, her mouth opening and closing, teeth being clashed with force. She moved her head around trying to bite the hands holding her down. Asami teeth ended almost near Shinobu's hand, making Shinobu back away, her other hand holding her almost bit hand.

"Are you okay?" Ren asked, her one hand holding Shinobu's hand while the other holding down the blanket.

"I'm okay, it's just a scratch." Shinobu assured Ren.

"Hold her down, while I give her a shot." Tamayo said nearing towards Asami with a sedate in her hand. Everyone grabbed the blanket tightly while Tamayo tried giving Asami the sedate. "Just a second, okay Asami? Just a second. Hold on."

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She'll be taken to the main Kyoto hospital, so you needn't worry now, We'll take it from here.

Thank you so much, officer, I'm so glad that you are able to help us"

"No problem ma'am. Its our duty to help you."

Ren was talking to the Gyomei Himejima, an intern paramedic officer while Kanae was bandaging Shinobu's wound. "Be careful okay? I know i pester you a lot sometimes but i don't wanna see you hurt-" "I know nee-san, ill take care of myself, besides i still wanna work alongside you.." Shinobu replied making Kanae chuckle. "Does it hurt?" Kanae asked while tightening the bandage around Shinobu's wrist, "Nope, the pressure is alright..By the way, how is your internship going?" "Oh its going well, Gyomei is also along with me, so we both are keeping up with the officers, plus a lot of things we have learned since the internship has started." "That's good to hear. And your so called loverboy and his brother is also good too." "Oh it's good to hear Sanemi and Genya to be okay, I'll inform Gyomei about this too." "You do realise I'm gonna kick Sanemi's ass if he attempts to do anything right?" "Hey come on now thats no way to act to anybody, plus you don't see me talking bad about my future brother-in-law do I?" "KANAE NO I DON'T LIKE TOMIOKA LIKE THAT" "Well i never said who.." "You are acting horrible to your patient and your sister, plus besides Sabito and Makomo, nobody likes Tomioka." "Yea yea whatever you say.." Kanae chuckled at her flustered sister's reaction. "Ok then the bandage is fixed, but take care okay?" "Yea yea you too stay safe okay?" "Yep i promise"

Asami was loaded in the truck, which now headed towards the hospital. The teacher turned towards her students. "Thank you kids so much for helping out. I've some work to do now so you guys can go back to your classes, and by the level f shock you guys have experienced i think you guys deserve a free period." The students smiled and chuckled and wished their sensei goodbye before walking towards their class.

Meanwhile Ren, along with the other subject teachers, had gathered in the principal Botan Takahashi's office. "Did you call the police Ms.Ren?" "Yes sir" "Why would you do that Ren?"

Ren looked at the principal, eyes furrowed, confused, "What do you mean sir?"

"We could've settled this by ourselves in the school, but if the police get to know then the news will spread like wildfire, and then no parent would send their children here, which is then going to lead to our losses." Botan explained. "Sir do you really expect me to just stand there while injustice is happening to our students?" "I understand that you are angry-"

"You called sir?" Haruto walked in the office. He saw all the gazes of the teachers and a disapproving look of his English teaching colleague on him"

"Ah Mr. Fukuro you're just in time." Botan exclaimed, just then three men wearing dark jackets entered the office, "Is Haruto Fukuro here?" one of them asked. "Thats me." "Mr.Haruto Fukuro, I'm detective Kenji Nakajima, and I'm here to arrest you on behalf of kidnapping a student and keeping her captive, more charges wil further be informed to you."

"What, she escaped? that student is out? Where is she? You need to quarantine her now. ITS NOT SAFE FOR ANYONE TO BE BESIDE HER." Haruto was then taken out of the school towards the police car while he kept mumbling angrily and repeatedly saying to 'QUARANTINE THE STUDENT RIGHT NOW'.

"I request the teachers to stay with me since we are going to have a meeting now"

"Yes sir"

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Tamayo groaned. It had been a so called eventful day enough now that she was in pain for some reason. She couldn't wait for the lunch break so that she could sit peacefully with her assistant, Yushiro and eat, and maybe even rest for a while. She looked at the source of the pain, which was her hand.

{FLASHBACK}

The students, Yushiro and Ren were holding the blanket down, while Tamayo tried to sedate Asami, when unfortunately her hand was way too close to Asami's mouth, leading to her biting Tamayo's hand, making Tamayo let out a painful cry, but continued to try sedating Asami, which was finally successful."

{FLASHBACK END}

Tamayo now looked at the deep bite mark on her hand. She could see the rdeep red of the wound and the veins protuding on her wound. Tamayo felt a wave nausea hit her, leading her to slightly loose her balance. Yushiro quickly reached out to her so she could not fall down. " Are you alright Ms. Tamayo?" Yushiro asked concernly. Tamayo nodded, but then she could feel something flow down her nose. She touched and say red liquid on her fingers. She saw herself in a mirror and saw her eyes darkening, the next second she started retching, leading to Yushiro frantically calling out to her asking if she is okay and rushed around the room to fing the appropriate equipments and drugs.

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10 mins later, the bell rang, signalling the lunch break started. Students started heading out the classrooms. 

Osamu walked in the corridors with his friend, Suneo, when they heard grunting noises from the infirmary.

"The hell is going on there?" Osamu walked and opened the door, where he saw the infirmary nurse standing a few feet away from the door, her feet twisted in a weird way, her body shaking in a weird way, grunting and groaning. "Hey are you drunk? You know drinking is not allowed during duty you know?" Osamu joked making the students around him laugh.

Tamayo turned around, blood coating her mouth, eyes darkened, growling, and behind her laid Yushiro's still body leaning on the wall, with his neck bitten, blood flowing out from the wound.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH?!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!" Osamu yelled in terror, while the other students also screamed and gasped, witnessing the view.

Tamayo screeched and roared and ran towards Osamu, which Osamu dodged, leading to the now inhuman lady to hit her head on the wall hard, making her fall down. "ARE YOU CRAZY BITCH? THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!" One of the students yelled. The now inhuman lady, rapidly crawled towards Osamu's friend, making him kick her in the face. She got up and ran towards the friend and bit his neck hard, removing a chunk of flesh from his neck. Everybody screamed and chaos had ensued, the now bitten friend started convulsating and shaking, making him bend and screech inhumanly before running towards Osamu and biting him in the face.

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Asami's body was passed under the CT scan. Her body was being scanned when suddenly, her body started to shake uncontrollably, making the two doctors scanning her, panic, they brought her out of the scan, and started inspecting her, when suddenly she bit one of the doctors in hand, making the doctor scream, while the other tried to free his fellow doctor's hand. Asami fell down the bed, her body bending in an inhuman way.

Noises and screams could be heard from the scanning room. A nurse opened the room, when he saw one of the doctors, shaking uncontrollably in the ground while the other had a hand stopping the bleeding from his neck, calling out for help, when the nurse was taken down by Asami which bit on his stomach, removing his stomach from his internal body, making everyone around screech and run in terror. The now inhuman cannibalistic Asami began to crawl on the floor in a surprising speed, biting almost everything in the way.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

BAHAHA YALL HATE ME NOW DON'T YA? WELL SACRIFICES ARE NEEDED TO MAKE A STROY GRAND OR LETS SAY TRAGIC....

IF THIS MADE YALL CRY THENN OH OH OHH YOU'RE GONNA CRY MORE

(OH AND UPDATE IS THAT I HAVE ACTUALLY CHANGED SABITO INFORMATION SO PLEASE CHECK OUT THE DATABASE -THIS IS TO THE READERS WHO HAVE READ IT BEFORE THE EDIT)

BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER, I MADE THIS ONE LONGER THAN THE PREVIOS ONES (I COMPLETED TWO CHAPTERS TODAY DAMN).

BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT.

DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE VOTES OR COMMENTS (I KNOW YALL ARE GONNA COME AFTER ME FOR THIS).

TILL THEN STAY TUNED.

BA BYEEE ;)

[freedomfireflies]

hey, first lemme say that i found your blog last week and i’m in love 😭 i went through all your blurbs in like two hours lol

not sure if you’re taking requests, but if you are, would you consider writing about y/n being a doctor/med student and suturing harry after a bad fight or something? maybe he’s a bit tipsy and the whole time he’s flirting with her and driving her crazy, calling her “doc” and making her blush, saying “you should see the other guy” and etc

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on. Didn’t you swear an oath to serve and protect all in need?”

“You’re not in need, you’re just annoying.”

Harry offers a smug smirk in return as he shifts against the doorframe, wincing a bit as he cradles his hip. “Come on, Doc. Please?”

Your eyes narrow as you tug your lip between your teeth, glancing down at the ruby stain bleeding through the fabric of his shirt before dripping onto your floor.

You know you’re gonna help him. Knew you would the second he buzzed your doorbell and dragged himself up the three flights of stairs.

You’re just not exactly happy about it.

“Fine,” you agree with a huff, stepping aside to usher him in. “But this is the last time, Har. I mean it.”

“I know, I know,” he murmurs, just like the first time you made the threat. And the second. And the third. “I just need a band-aid and I’ll be fine.”

To this, you scoff, reaching out to hold onto his arm and steady him as you lead him to the bathroom. “Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes.”

“Fine. A band-aid and a kiss,” he corrects, and your eyes roll on their own accord as you gently place him onto the edge of the bathtub. “That’ll patch me right up.”

“Quiet now,” you instruct, turning toward the cabinet beneath the sink as you begin to rifle through the limited supplies you have at home. “Shit, it looks bad, and I don’t think I have the right kind of suture here. We might have to take you to—”

“No,” he interrupts before you have a chance to finish, and you sigh as you glance over the scowl on his face. “You know I can’t.”

“Har—”

“No.” His tone becomes dark, eyes narrowing with a fury you’re rarely afforded the chance to see from him. “Just…do what you can and if it gets worse, I’ll figure something else out.”

“Harry,” you nearly gasp, already annoyed by the ignorance as you slam your kit onto the counter. “You can’t be serious—”

“Easy,” he warns rather authoritatively but you barrel on, nonetheless.

“You’re fucking bleeding out all over my floor and you want me to just stick some gauze on it and call it a day? You need to go to the hospital and get the bullet removed—”

“It’s already been removed,” he grits as he glances down. “Dug it out with my fingers before I came over—”

“I don’t wanna hear that.” Your fingers find the bridge of your nose as you pinch. “Oh, this is so not good. You’re gonna get an infection and I won’t be able to do a proper stitch here, which means it could rupture and then—”

“Hey.” His fingers suddenly begin to snap in the air between you, calling you back. “I said we can worry about that shit later but for now, I still need your help with the bleeding out part.”

“All right,” you hiss, tossing the lid back as you dig through your supplies. “I don’t know why you insist on dragging me into this every fucking time. S’fucking ridiculous. There’s no point. No point. Stupid. So, so stupid.”

You're mostly mumbling to yourself as you place each item on the sink, but you don’t miss the way Harry begins to smirk at your rant.

“Yeah, but you’re a saint,” he replies as you rip one of the packets open with your teeth. “My own personal guardian angel.”

Another snort of indifference as you turn and gesture with your chin for him to lift his shirt.

He does, pulling the ruined material up his chest as you place yourself between his thighs and crouch down.

With focused eyes and determination, you begin to gently clean the gaping wound in his delicate skin.

He tenses, groaning softly in the back of his throat as he grips the edge of the tub and braces himself.

The muscles in his stomach strain and ripple as you get to work cleaning up some of the blood and attempting to bandage the area to the best of your ability.

This isn’t the first fight he’s gotten into. You already know it won’t be his last.

And despite what you tell yourself, it breaks your heart to see him do this to himself. After all these years, still dedicated to that type of life. The type of life that leaves him wounded and on the run.

There are times when you don’t think you’ll ever see him again.

And that’s what scares you the most.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you hear yourself whisper as you swipe your thumb over the bandage. “So fucking stupid.”

You accentuate this point by applying pressure to the wound as he groans—loudly—and leans back.

“Fuck,” he hisses, shooting a glare your way. “Was that necessary?”

“Do you wanna die?”

His expression falls. “You didn’t have to do it so hard.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for dragging me into this again,” you retort before eyeing your work carefully. “S’fucking stupid—”

“Yes, you mentioned.” He’s resisting the urge to chuckle at your frustration, which certainly doesn’t help as you shoot a peeved look his way. “Sorry, Doc.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“How about Doctor Angel?” he asks as your eyes roll and you return your focus to your hands. “S’got a ring to it.”

“Stop talking.”

“Doctor Saint?” His head tilts as he tries out the name. “Doctor Angel Saint? Doctor Saint Angel—”

“The next thing you’ll have to remove from your body will be my foot from your ass if you don’t shut up,” you huff before straightening up and tossing the stained wipes toward the trash to discard them. “So, please—”

Suddenly, you feel his hands slipping around your hips as he tugs you closer, forcing your eyes on his as you grab his shoulders to brace yourself.

For a moment, he merely looks at you, his expression soft while yours is surely startled and confused.

He holds you for a second longer before mumbling, “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

You feel your anger dissipating the longer you stare at him. The longer you feel his tender, earnest touch.

Truthfully, you’ll always be here to take care of him. No matter what. No matter why. He’s your friend. Your best friend, no matter how idiotically inclined he might be.

“Always,” you tell him in response, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead as he smiles softly.

If you could, you’d ask him (again) to put this life behind him. That you’ll help him find his way out. That you’ll be there for him no matter what they try to do.

But you know he doesn’t want to leave it behind. This is the life he chose. The path. The consequences.

You just hadn’t expected to be the one to suffer for them.

“But don’t scare me like that again,” you add, slapping at his chest as you pull yourself from his touch. “Seriously, Har. I’m not equipped to hide your dead body or drag you out to the woods.”

He exhales a gentle laugh at this, rather proud of himself you reckon as he begins to straighten up. “Can’t make any promises.”

You help him to the door, eying the stain on his shirt with a frown as you debate asking him to stay the night so you can keep an eye on him.

But you already know what he’d say.

“Call me first thing tomorrow morning,” you instruct the second he’s slipped through the door. “And please take some Tylenol for the pain—but not too much—and drink lots and lots of water. And call me so I can make sure you’re not dead.”

“Got it.” He nods once, smirking to himself as he begins back down the stairs and your heart seems to go with him. 

“And make sure to change the dressing every few hours,” you add, but he merely lifts his hand in the air.

“Will do.”

Except he won’t, and you know it.

“And if it gets worse, call me,” you stress a bit louder and you can hear the chuckle even if you can’t see his face.

“Sure thing, Doc.”

“And get some rest for fucks sake and change your shirt,” you finish as you lean across the railing to call down toward the second floor.

Now, he looks up, that boyish grin calming you more than you’d anticipated. “Goodnight, Angel.”

“Goodnight, asshole.”

With that, he disappears into the lobby as you’re left to clean up his mess. Literally and figuratively.

And you can only hope he makes it through the night.

You are so, so sweet, thank you so much for reading and asking 😭 I hope I could do your request proud! This was so much fun and now I'm thinking through BadBoyHarry's entire backstory and how maybe she became a nurse just so she could take care of him if he needed it 😭

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

[reidsnose]

Nose Taps (spencer reid x reader)

overview: the newest member of the bau develops a cute secret language with the resident genius

genre: fluff

a/n: this is my first fic so my apologies if its bad lol i tried. also its very short sorry ! but yeah lmk if u like it :)

masterlist

From the first day you walked through the doors of the BAU, you were incredibly charming in a unique way. You knew exactly how to talk to everyone, an amazing intuition letting you know just what to do. Spencer's curiosity had fallen on you; he was absolutely enthralled by your entire being.

the first thing that caught his attention was when you hand had accidentally grazed his.

it was a small meaningless gesture as you slipped past him, but he thought about it for weeks afterwards, in a good way. he thought about your smile as you apologized for "bumping into him". he missed the tingles that shot up his arm where your skin met his.

the second thing was much larger, he began to notice your kindness.

on only your second day in the office you stayed late to help hotch with paperwork so he could get home to jack faster. it was not a selfish act to get on his good side, rather an act of complete and utter kindness.

you brought JJ cheetos when she was feeling down because you saw her munching on them on the jet once.

you even got morgan to talk about his feelings for 4 hours one night after something was clearly bothering him. and morgan never talks about his feelings.

though you had just recently met them, you showed them how sweet you were without even trying. and Spencer Reid was no exception.

you stayed attentive to everyone who spoke to you, and when you noticed that people would often interrupt him or brush him off, it didn't sit right with you. after talking to him about it, the two of you developed a system. every time he didn't get to finish his thought, you would tap your nose to show him you noticed and wanted to hear about it later. then, at the end of the day, either in the hotel or on the jet, you would tally up the number of nose taps and he would get to ramble about all of it to you. it wasnt intentionally a secret but it was kept between you two, your little thing.

spencer thought it was the most endearing and kind thing anyone had done for him.

and you ate up every second of it, watching his eyes grow wide and then crinkle at the corners when he grew giddy about a certain statistic or historical story. you didn't understand how anyone could not want to listen to him.

soon, however, the nose taps evolved into something more. a whole little language grew between the two of you.

one nose tap from either party meant "im listening".

two nose taps meant "i have to tell you something".

three meant "i have to tell you asap".

an eyebrow tap meant "this reminded me of you" or "im thinking about you".

so on and so forth.

the team picked up on this little code between the two of you, but couldn't for the life of them understand what it all meant or when it had started. to be fair, they didn't have much time to decode while on cases.

to Spencer, this secret language was his most treasured peice of knowledge. And to you, it was your most treasured secret. and to both, unforgettable.

though Spencer had noticed your striking beauty when he first laid eyes on you, spending tome with you only intensified it. he found himself often marveling at the little details, especially on the jet.

the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the angle of your eyelashes, the blush that graced your cheeks when you laughed, the way you chew on your lip when you're thinking, even the barely noticeable wrinkles you have in your forehead from raising your eyebrows all the time. he was falling helplessly in love with every bit of you.

you did that same to him. admiring the itty bitty bump on the bridge of his nose right above the perfect little button tip, the curls in his hair, the way he puckered up a little as he talked, the way his whole face would crinkle up when he laughed really hard, his eyes squinting so hard they were barely visible. you were falling helplessly in love with every bit of him.

the team had OBVIOUSLY picked up on this, and though they would tease the both of you in private, they didn't dare embarrass you in front of each other. they weren't that sadistic. or so you thought.

one evening at rossis the team decided to have a powerpoint night. everyone chose a funny topic to make a power point and present about.

jj went first, presenting the slideshow titled "ways my clashing aesthetics present themselves through my sons"

next went morgan: "reasons i should be allowed to not wear a shirt under my bullet proof vest".

followed by Rossi who did "list of the fakest Italians weve ever encountered (they cant even pronounce gnocchi)"

after him was prentiss with "things i did while pretending to be dead"

and then hotch who made "ranking the bau from most to least childish"

then you went with "animals i think all of you resemble"

followed by reid who did "top 5 worst hospitals based on jello rating"

and last but not least, garcia. she went with "agents i think should just get married already we are literally not getting any younger"

you all laughed until the slide moved and there was a picture of Spencer and you, asleep on each other on the jet. his arm was wrapped around you protectively as you were cuddled up to his chest. you looked over at spencer who was matching your bright red face.

"y/n and spencer." garcia spoke before clicking to the next slide.

"wow she just cut right to the chase huh," prentiss laughed.

more images that the team had sneakily taken of the two of you riddled the screen.

one of you braiding his hair. one of him wiping frosting on your face from your birthday. on of the two of you mid laugh, mirroring each other exactly. a few more of you two on the jet, on cases, or even out at bars or at rossis with the rest of the team. so many of them and as much as you were embarrassed, you really loved all of those pictures.

"i really dont think i need to explain much, these speak for themselves," garcia chirped.

"i like that one," reid spoke up, pointing to the braiding one. ok so were going about that like this.

"i was just about to say that, but this ones also a close contender," you replied pointing to the frosting one.

"and that my friends, concludes my slide show!" garcia laughed.

"wait seriously? just us?" you laughed.

"yea.." she started, a giddy smile decorating her face. you looked over at Spencer and tapped your nose twice. he did it back but three times, cracking a cheesy grin. "see! and they have their little secret nose code thing! is that not relationship material?"

"you guys noticed?" spencer asked, clearly oblivious.

"duh." rossi joked.

[slytherbun]

confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

weird, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: Your roommate and best friend, Kim Seokjin, forgot to double-check the autofill information and shipped his package from the online sex shop with your name on it. Naturally, this ends with you tying him up and sucking his dick, and him tying you up with you riding him like a wild animal. Wait, what?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; friends with benefits; crack (sorry, I can't be serious for more than two seconds when writing Seokjin); yes, reader usually fucks younger dudes XD; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics (both switches), bondage, m-receiving oral, thigh riding, cowgirl, spanking); non-idol!BTS - just two best friends fucking for sexual exploration, don't mind them

technically a prequel to love roulette, m | myg yes, this is the explanation to that mysterious package, but is it really an explanation or rather an excuse to fuck WWH, you decide

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“Seokjin, can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

When Kim Seokjin looked at you, it was a bit like looking into the eyes someone much younger than you even though he wasn’t. He had that youth about him, the ‘here’s-to-never-growing-up’ sparkle in his large brown eyes, complete with parted lips in a small ‘o’ and, alright, yes, his Nintendo Switch in his hands.

“A long time ago, I asked you which way you think you lean, more dominant or more submissive, no?”

His handsome face flushed pink, slowly scooting away from you.

“Er… yeah, I remember…”

“What?”

“Huh?”

You poked him and he squeaked, slapping a hand over his side even though he was wearing a brown sweatshirt. Seokjin was always cold, even during the summer.

Your best friend was an odd character.

You chuckled. “Why are you being so awkward? I thought we were over this phase.”

Well, he should be. You had known Seokjin since elementary school and seen him, er, date was a strong word for what you both were doing in middle and high school, more like being bumbling messes and walking in on each other bonking classmates, but, hey, what mattered is that you both got better at it over the years.

It being sex.

Not romance.

You both still had only sketchy ideas about what romance was supposed to be.

“We are,” your best friend coughed, clearing his throat for absolutely no reason. “We are, I just…”

“Used my name for purchasing goods from an online sex shop?”

He choked and nearly flung his Switch. You caught it, swiftly placing it on the coffee table as you procured the cardboard box from behind your back, already open, address and name circled in thick black permanent marker on the rather inconspicuous package.

“W-What, that’s absurd, why would I ever–?”

You hummed pleasantly, sweeping the box away from his lanky limbs and his flailing hands. For someone who didn’t purchase goods from an online sex shop, he sure was interested in getting the box. He tumbled into your lap, and quickly scrambled back, black hair suddenly fluffed and wild from the movement.

“Something tells me you didn’t check the autocomplete form before clicking submit.”

You saw Seokjin choke on air.

He jerked away from you and fumbled with his phone beside him. You peeked over his broad shoulder and saw that he was scrolling through his emails like a madman, except Seokjin had a bad habit of never deleting any. He had maybe fifteen thousand unread emails to sort though.

“You don’t have to check. I am sure I didn’t order red cotton bondage rope and a leather flogger.”

Seokjin whipped his head around, face redder than a tomato, looking halfway between fainting and screaming.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is it for you or a mysterious imaginary girl that you’re dating?”

Now your best friend seemed to be contemplating holding his own breath until he passed out to avoid your questioning.

“I-It’s not for me!”

“Oooh, then who? You’re not an internet hookup kind of guy though… unless she was dumb enough to put her full name as her username, then she’s too airheaded to be a catfish–”

Seokjin flapped his hands, smacking you in your pajama-covered chest, sputtering. “No one! There’s no one! I just…!”

You caught one of his wrists, raising an eyebrow.

“Just?”

He froze.

Silence.

“… Seokjin?”

You left go of his hand. It stayed there, frozen in the air.

Ah, it seemed as if his soul left his body.

Rest in peace Kim Seokjin. You were the handsomest best friend one could ask for.

You prodded him in the side again and Seokjin doubled over, trying to cover his face with the large sleeves of his sweatshirt, long legs in black sweatpants curling up as if he could cocoon himself away from the conversation.

“Seokjin, you can be interested in whatever you want,” you snickered, placing the package next to his fetal positioned body. “I simply thought it was funny that you accidentally used my name. Although I wouldn’t use that flogger on a real person, only for posing in pictures. In any case, have fun being freaky by yourself and not for some mysterious woman you refuse to tell me about.”

You stood up, about to leave and give your best friend some space. You shouldn’t go too far teasing him after all.

“What do you mean?”

You stopped, looking back. Seokjin’s large brown eyes were peeking out of his splayed fingers, shifting awkwardly when you made eye contact. He cleared his throat. He was doing that a lot for someone who seemed perfectly healthy ten minutes ago, shrieking at himself for missing the ledge in his game and dying.

It had seemed like a good time to interrupt and embarrass him so you could save your eardrums.

He coughed and pointed to the box. “About the… um… whip… thingmabob…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You marched over and opened the box, making Seokjin jolt and cover his red ears instinctively, but you ignored him, pulling out the black pleather flogger you had already unwrapped from the plastic – purely from thinking it was your own package, by the way, no other reason, surely not because you were mildly curious about what your best friend was into, nope – and you slapped the short three tails into your hand, wincing.

“This kind of cheap material is too plastic-like. If you use this on bare skin and hit too hard, you’re going to cut someone and I know you’re squeamish around blood, unless you secretly have a blood fetish too and have been a really good actor all this time–”

“How do you know that?”

You blinked at his question.

“What?”

Seokjin sat up, giving you a confused pout. “Why do you know something like that?”

Now it was your turn to shift your eyes around.

“Uh…”

Er… how to tell your best friend that the younger guy you were casually fucking for the past couple of weeks was, ah, rather knowledgeable about certain things, was, um, interested in teaching, uh, yeah, teaching…

Seokjin squinted at you suspiciously. “Is it that idol trainee that was here two nights ago when I was out drinking with Hose–”

You waved your hands very quickly, tossing the flog aside carelessly and slapping your thigh to silence Seokjin and his far too invasive questions. “Look. I just don’t want you to hurt anybody on accident, okay? Your rope choice was good though. You should always use an organic material for shibari, cotton, hemp, linen if you’re rich, but you’re a cheapskate, so–”

Your best friend narrowed his eyes into slits. “How much younger is that guy compared to you again? Hm? And what was his name? Ye–”

You slapped a hand over Seokjin’s mouth, smiling sweetly and dangerously, reaching into the box and pulling out the red cotton rope.

“I know a lot of knots now and I can tie a noose just for you, Seokjinnie.”

Your best friend, rightfully so, looked terrified.

“Now. Let’s talk about you, okay? Okay.”

You removed your hand and held onto the rope.

Seokjin gulped, but then shook his head vigorously, frowning. “What did you call it?” He was already moving past your death threat. Smart man.

“Call what?”

“Shi-something?”

“Shibari? Japanese rope tying?” You lifted the cotton cord in your hand. “Is that not what this is for?”

Seokjin blinked very rapidly.

You blinked back at him. Then it dawned onto you. “The diamond-y rope patterns where they’re all tied up and stuff.”

“Ah! Yeah! That!”

“You want that done to you?”

Seokjin jerked to one side. “What? No! To someone else. Maybe. No. What?”

You slowly placed the rope on his lap and scooted away.

“Uh… huh. Okay. Enjoy.”

“Wait,” he blurted.

“What?”

“CanIpracticeonyou?”

“Can you WHAT?” you echoed shrilly.

“Right, yeah, okay, never mind–”

-

“Seokjin.”

Your best friend choked on his own toothbrush and threw himself into the bathroom wall, colliding into the towel bar and howling in pain while simultaneously hacking up a lung.

“I’ve decided I am going to teach you some simple knots to prevent me from having to pick your naked ass up from the police station or hospital,” you said calmly as Seokjin half-died on the floor tangled in your mint green and his navy-blue bath towels. “And because I don’t want to have to cut some poor girl off your bedframe because you’ve blacked out running onto your door trying to find me.”

“I’ve never–” he wheezed.

“But you will if I don’t take precautions,” you cut in, grabbing your purple toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it as Seokjin attempted to collect himself off the ground. “Like that one time you ran into the window when that wasp was in the apartment.”

“That was a fucking wasp, you freaked out too!”

You started brushing your teeth. “Yeah, but I didn’t knock myself out and wake up with a fat bump on my forehead. That was you,” you gargled.

“Ack…”

“Anyway, I know a few things and I figured I would do a good deed and enlighten you.”

“Who taught you? Was it Ye–”

You jabbed Seokjin forcefully in the ribs and he immediately shut up because he choked on his toothbrush again.

-

“Why do you have scissors?”

“For cutting the rope.”

“Yeah, but why are they so big?”

“That’s what she said.”

Seokjin narrowed his eyes. “I hate you.”

“Cool, now I’m gonna tie you up. Give me your hands.”

You unwound the end from the bolt and frowned, nudging his knee with yours. You were both sitting on his bed, him cross legged and you on your knees because he was wearing black sweatpants and you were wearing no pants, just your usual large lavender pajama shirt with a pattern of yellow stars.

“Take off your sweatshirt. It’ll get in the way.”

“But I’m cold.”

“You won’t be because apparently this shit turns you on,” you snickered.

“Shut up, it does not. It’s the other way around,” Seokjin grumbled, yanking his chocolate brown sweatshirt over his head.

You paused.

“I thought you were more sub.”

Seokjin froze, head half-out of his sweatshirt. You waited. He didn’t move. You waited some more. He coughed and chucked the article of clothing aside, yanking his white t-shirt down and smoothing his hair, not looking at you.

You waited.

He smoothed his hair for a full two minutes.

“Um, anyway–”

You planted a hand on his knee and Seokjin tried to chop your hand away, only for you to snatch his wrist, so his other hand came up to stop you, but you wound the end of the rope around his wrist and bounced off his mattress, pinning your knees on top of his knees and making him squeak as he tumbled back into his pillows, bringing you with him. You had to jerk your head out of the way to avoid collision.

“My nuts!”

“I didn’t hit your precious nuts, you numbsku–”

Hang on.

You locked eyes with Seokjin under you, who gawked back at you, absolutely terrified.

“… You are still a sub.”

Seokjin winced. “Ugh, it’s just… I’m getting older, alright? I can change my mind…”

You could get off him. You could let it be. You totally could.

But were you going to?

No.

You straddled his abdomen and brought his hands to his chest with a big grin. Seokjin’s eyes turned into giant brown saucers. He looked ready to pass out and not from your weight because you weren’t putting much weight on him.

“W-W-What are y-you d-doing?!” he shrieked.

You rapped him in the forehead. “Teaching. Pay attention. Hands up.”

“You aren’t taking your rings off?”

He was referring to the three silver rings you wore on a daily basis – an onyx stone on your left middle finger, a goat-head shaped ring on your right thumb, and a skull with a jester hat on your right ring finger.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why do I need to take them off?”

He lifted his hands and gave you an exaggerated shrug in between your thighs. Come to think of it, Seokjin had a rather broad chest so you had to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate and hover over him.

Precarious.

“Ah, perfect.”

Your best friend yelped as you wrapped the rope around his wrists, leaving the end sticking out between them, first focusing on loosely binding. He tried to break away, but you harshly squeezed his sides with your thighs, narrowing your eyes.

“Stop squirming.”

He froze at your cold tone, shifting his eyes awkwardly.

“Watch. Now.”

His eyes immediately snapped to your hands.

“Wrists together.” You nudged them so the inner parts of the wrists were touching. “A little space in the center,” you added, looping out the end of the rope. “I’m just teaching you how I learned it, there are a few ways, but the details are important so you don’t prevent loss of circulation,” you added seriously, waiting for him to nod before continuing. “So, wind it around a couple times, but don’t overlap. Four or five?”

“But I can still get out.”

You glared at him. Seokjin shut up and jammed his plush pink lips together, shaking his head rapidly as if to say, who me? I wasn’t talking!

“Turn it ninety degrees like this,” you demonstrated. “And start going perpendicular to and in between the wrists to create the binding. Line up each coil side by side. Mind the starting end here. Then…” You reached for the scissors and snipped the excess away, dropping the rope and scissors beside you on the bed. “You tie it off on the outside. I use a square knot, so this end over this end, and then retie it the opposite way. Try to break free.”

Seokjin frowned at the red rope around his wrists, twisting it this way and that, squirming underneath your legs. You put your hands on your waist triumphantly, nodding to yourself in pride. You did a good job! It looked neat and it was inescapable without tightening on any blood vessels to cause any dangerous loss of circulation.

Hang on.

Seokjin froze.

You froze.

You both looked down.

You smacked him in the cheek.

“Ow!”

“What are you looking there for?!”

“Why did you hit me? Why do you always resort to violence?!” Seokjin accused, jabbing you underneath your breasts with his bound hands. “What is going on down there?”

“Nothing! Stop moving!”

“No!”

“You–”

You closed your thighs around Seokjin’s waist and sat down on him, causing him to gasp, wind knocked out of him as his diaphragm was pushed up into his lungs, struggling with the rope between his wrists and resorting to slamming them down on the bed above his head. You growled as you towered over him. He started yelling, as he always did.

“Yah!”

You slapped your free hand over his mouth.

“Silence.”

He glared at you behind your palm, breathing hard. You sat on top of him, breathing just as hard. He was bigger, strong, yes, but not in the position of power and – being honest, after all – your best friend was never really out to fight you and win. He was more of a ‘I’m-going-to-be-stupidly-annoying-until-you-do-what-I-want’ type, which made him rather childish in some ways. You were more of the ‘I’m-gonna-beat-your-ass’ type.

In conclusion, it was a healthy friendship.

Seokjin started licking your palm and making crazy eyes at you.

Your eye twitched.

“Stop it.”

Unsurprisingly, he did not, in fact, stop it.

“I said, stop it.”

And you slid down, past the wet spot now on his t-shirt, planting your soaked panties on top of his crotch, grinding down, and, yup, Seokjin bucked and yelped, immediately stopping and seizing up as if he could hide the massive erection that you had been willing to ignore but he was being a little – nah, actually, an extra-large, supersized – shit and it was getting on your last nerve, so what better way to resolve a wordless argument (on his part, heh) then humping his hard-on?

You removed your hand and Seokjin had a brief moment to gasp your name before you slid the pads of your fingers onto his tongue, rubbing it roughly and making his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“I told you to stop, but you aren’t listening,” you snarled.

Seokjin whimpered, brown orbs glassy, pupils blown out.

You stilled.

Hold on a second.

You had a brief epiphany where you realized you were grinding on your best friend’s dick with him tied up and you were wetter than the Yellow Sea. This wasn’t some guy you picked up at the night market that won you that sleeping Pikachu at the claw machines, only to chat him up and end up with bed with a guy who was – ack, never mind his age – anyway, this was your best friend.

Kim Seokjin.

Oh shit, I’ve gone too far.

You let go, backing up. “S… Sorry, I–”

But then Seokjin’s plush lips closed around your fingers, sucking hard and you choked slightly, feeling his hips roll and the tip of his clothed erection hit your covered clit. He was glaring at you. You gasped as his teeth gently but firmly caught your two fingers. It did hurt, but only a little. Mostly it sent a rush of rather uncomfortable and mind-boggling arousal racing from your knuckles to your core, drenching your panties further.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled around your fingers.

Don’t stop?

DON’T STOP?

His teeth let go, panting, staring into your eyes.

“Don’t make this weird,” Seokjin muttered, shifting his gaze. “Don’t make this weird, okay?”

His brown eyes flickered back to you. His bound hands were still over his head, black hair flaring out of his pillows, white t-shirt messed up, still trapped between your thighs. You paused, fingers slipping out of his lips, the pads trailing on his lower lip, turning it glossy with his saliva.

Your heart was racing fast.

He furrowed his dark brows and, for the first time, his serious expression made you think that perhaps, maybe, there was a side of him down there, the other side to the coin.

“I just…” Seokjin exhaled slowly, not looking away from you. “I trust you to do this. You’re capable and knowledgeable. I know you are. Word gets around with your, er, habits with younger guys…”

You felt your cheeks heat and you scratched your head awkwardly.

“Anyway, it’s fine if you wanna… er… get off. With me. Because I’m so handsome and all.”

You were thiiiiiiis close to leaving out of sheer embarrassment that instantly dissipated at Seokjin’s sudden unexpected self-compliment. Instead, your eye twitched and you squinted in annoyance.

Seokjin coughed, ears singeing bright red. “Unless you can’t, of course. Because it’s easy to fall in love with me, and that would be very bad considering I don’t want to marry you–”

“I don’t want to marry you either,” you snapped. “You’re ugly.”

Seokjin gasped dramatically, highly offended. “How dare you–!”

He abruptly sat up and you twisted back, only for his arms to swing over your head and sandwich you between his tied wrists and his chest, ramming you back onto his lap and his hard dick. You hissed and bit down your moan, not willing to admit it was mildly turning you on, because of course neither you or Seokjin hated each other – only in that classic way best friends hate and love each other at the same time – and, yeah, sure, you could admit Seokjin was handsome and cute and fun to be around, but he wasn’t the one, not that you knew what the one was supposed to feel like or knew if you would ever feel such an intense, romantic love, but you had this strange idea that the one for you would be someone who could understand you on a different level, and you didn’t have that with Seokjin even if you did talk all the time. You were quite sure the feeling was mutual and now, looking into his brown eyes with a scowl, you saw that the feeling was indeed mutual.

Also, Seokjin was an immature shithead.

A loveable, worldwide handsome, immature shithead. Redeemable.

Still.

You were horny.

And Seokjin was horny.

You weren’t going to date Seokjin ever, but your best friend was hot as hell and you could definitely bang him without any regrets.

“Let’s fuck,” he breathed into your face.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t make it weird.”

Don’t make it weird, yeah, okaaay dude–

Your thoughts were suddenly cut off when Seokjin kissed you.

His forearms closed in behind your back and he pressed his bound wrists into your shoulder blades, pushing you into his solid chest and his embrace, taking your breath away. He always had good hugs, even if they were just to comfort you when your favorite flavor of ice lollys stopped being stocked at your local grocery store – still tragic to this day – and even when he was clinging onto you like a howling monkey because a cockroach was in the bathroom and he was screaming at you to kill it and nearly blowing out your eardrums, even then…

Now.

You closed your legs in around his hips and rolled your crotch into him, suddenly kissing him back.

He gasped into your mouth, your eyes half-opening, him gazing back at you, long lashes and dark eyebrows and glowing tan skin, holy shit, your best friend was handsome as fuck, why did other men even try when Kim Seokjin existed?

“Are you falling in love with me because I’m so handsome?” Seokjin teased, nipping at your lower lip.

Your eye twitched. Oh, yes, that’s right, because you’re annoying.

You shoved him and he yelped, clutching your back as you both fell onto the bed with a flump! You slid out from under his arms, skin prickling at Seokjin’s involuntary whine at your departure. Don’t make this weird, yeah, okay, don’t turn me on this much, dumbass, you are reminding me of… You pushed the thought away.

You didn’t want to think about other people when the person you were touching was right in front of you.

“What are you – yah!”

You gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked down, exposing his underwear – bright blue, nice, nice – and his clothed erection, leaning in, hot breath ghosting over it, Seokjin jerking his arms about because he seemed undecided on either if he wanted to see or not see, but you let him deal with that in his own time, lowering your mouth, tongue extended, fingers splayed over his hips, silver rings glinting in his bedroom lights.

“You look like a demon,” you heard from above you.

You planted your tongue on the spot where the head of his cock would be and soaked it with saliva.

“F-Fuck!”

That shut him up real quick.

Your eyes drifted up, lapping slowly, barely stimulating the sensitive head through his underwear, closing your lips around it so the fabric clung wetly to the taut skin underneath. His cock swelled and twitched under your mouth; the action was mirrored by Seokjin’s jaw. He was clenching it along with his hands balled into fists, gasping for breath.

“O-Oh, f-fuck…!”

You were beginning to get the hint with each passing second of working your tongue around his rapidly hardening cock. Seokjin had put himself in the sub category when you asked back then because he liked to things being done for him. It was less about the mental aspect and more of the physical acts of service in his case. However, he wasn’t very good at articulating what he wanted and thus the natural pattern of someone just doing it led to, ah, exhibit A.

You currently parting your lips and letting your tongue snake out, coating the length with saliva.

But.

You could see it in his eyes, that burning intensity.

Maybe part of it was because it was you. He probably didn’t have those butterfly jitters of trying to woo a stranger or the nervousness of looking bad in the honeymoon phase of a relationship. There was already a level of comfort – and the ability to readily shit-talk each other at any moment – and so Seokjin was free to relax, even if it was a bizarre situation of sexual discovery.

“Take it off,” he growled.

Your fingers creeped up his sides, hooking over his boxer briefs. Slow, deliberate, kissing up his length, on the tightrope, dominant in your control, submissive in the action, raising your head so Seokjin could lift his hips, feathering kisses on the exposed skin and making him hiss and shudder, eyelids fluttering, slipping into subservience a little.

At the end of the day, who killed the unwanted bugs in your shared apartment?

Yeah, you.

“Oh, f… fucking shit…”

You tilted your head and ran your tongue up and down the length, licking up the sides and circling around the thick head, bordering on frustratingly soft, switching to wet, sloppy kisses when his hands raised, making him pause, gazing down at you curiously and attentively, entranced by the action. You ducked down, tongue slurping around his balls, lifting his cock, kissing, sucking, eyes closing, tip of your wet muscle drawing zig-zag patterns that soft skin.

Seokjin moaned your name.

A shiver of electricity went up your spine.

Alright, fine, you were getting turned on.

You wrapped your lips around his balls and enveloped them both with your mouth.

“Whoa!”

You opened your eyes to see Seokjin staring wide-eyed at you, hands straight up to stare at you between his upper arms. You almost laughed at the hilarious triangular-looking pose, but your mouth was currently full, so you restrained yourself.

“That’s possible?! You can put both nuts in your mouth at the same time?!”

Uh.

Where you supposed to respond with your cheeks stuffed with his nutties?

You hummed casually in response.

“A-Ah…!”

Seokjin gasped at the vibrations and the movement of your tongue slapping all over them, short, rapid licks all over his skin, watching him with a cocked eyebrow, but he didn’t even notice, hands dropping and moaning to the ceiling, his eyes closing and savoring the hot wet warmth and the power of your mouth, shivering as your hand slowly stroked his length in time with your tongue.

You let him bask in it before detaching and swallowing his cock.

“Gah!”

Seokjiinie, you thought wryly, we gotta work on your repertoire of sex sounds.

You spied him looking down at you, so you paused around the swollen head and slid your tongue out, circling and wrapping around his length while sucking on the tip and rubbing the back of your tongue along the underside.

Seokjin made a bunch of weird croaking noises that were, strangely, rather attractive. Okay, you could admit it. You were kind of a sucker for your best friend in the most platonic way possible… while in the middle of sucking his dick.

What?

He was handsome!

You began to bob your head up and down, tongue and lips descending, taking him deep so you kissed the base of his cock, head buried in your throat, waiting for him to glance down at you, hazy brown orbs under lush lashes, and you would peek your tongue out and lap at his balls, interrupting the tightness, causing him to swear and jerk his hips up, urging you to keep consistent speed and pace, all the while watching every single movement of your tongue. You kept this irregular pace, slow, then fast, then slow again when he looked at you, then fast when the ecstasy was too much and he closed his eyes, over and over. You could see that a battle was being waged Seokjin’s pretty head, between wanting to observe the lewdness of you licking his balls with his hard cock buried in your throat while also desperately needing to get to the fuck off.

“You… bitch… suck me off properly, fuck…”

You raised all the way so only the head was in your mouth and sucked, rubbing up and around it, swirling all over, teasing the slit and soaking the sensitive skin, rutting it against the roof of your mouth and Seokjin groaned, pressing his head back into the pillows, black hair covering his eyes, fists pressed to his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, let me cum!”

His hips rammed up and you dug your nails into them, wincing as the head hit the top of your throat and slid down, cutting off your air, and then he began to thrust erratically, the position, inability to use his hands as leverage, and your resistance not letting him set up a good rhythm. You had to force him back down, popping your mouth off, snarling.

“I’m gonna gag if you do that! You want me to vomit on your dick or what?”

But all of a sudden Seokjin sat up again, grabbing your pajama shirt and yanking you to him, saliva dripping down your chin and then it was on his chin, a messy, savage kiss, ravenous need in his actions, pulling you to him, close, closer, you twisting and then gasping as he pushed one of your thighs down, planting your soaked panties on the exposed part of his thigh.

“Ah, Seok–”

He attacked your lips again with a light growl, sparks shooting across your skin, his thigh rising and bouncing you both on the bed, his legs still tangled in his pants and underwear but the effect was undeniable.

Seokjin was making you ride his thigh.

Whoa.

He bit your lower lip and sucked hard, your eyes fluttering closed, hips rocking, heat turning hotter, wet turning wetter, your sticky, sweet juices clinging to his upper thigh, your own pressed against his saliva-covered cock, wrapping your arms around him, close, closer, you thrusting your tongue in his mouth and him moaning before he did the same to you, starting a tug of war, rubbing harder against his skin, his muscle tensing against your covered clit, friction and wetness everywhere, too many clothes and no eye contact, one of your hands slipping into his black locks and tilting his head, deepening the kiss and inhaling his exhale, shuddering at the erotic nature of the moment.

He mumbled your name against your lips, still clutching your pajamas, stars bunched in his hands, fingertips pressed into the curve of your breasts.

“Can I try the rope tying now?” Seokjin whispered, voice gravelly and low.

-

“Excuse me?”

There was a ripped-open condom wrapper sitting on the bed.

“What?”

Your pajama shirt, bra, and panties were on the floor, along with Seokjin’s shirt, sweatpants, and underwear.

“Why are you – gah!”

You sucked in a breath as you sank down on his cock. Fuck, it was tight, tight as you lowered yourself onto his hips, Seokjin gasping and clutching the long length of red cotton rope that you had carefully untied from his wrists. You had even taken the extra step to massage them afterward, not that he needed it because of your careful work – good job, past you – but he appreciated it all the same, because deep down Kim Seokjin was a prince.

“Oh my God, you’re so tight, shit, shit, shit…”

You neglected to tell your best friend that you were both low-key proud of and turned on by your own ability to take dick without much foreplay. That little edge of tightness added just the right amount of spice of pain that amplified to the pleasure.

Okay.

And yes, you felt a special kind of glee as you witnessed Seokjin’s stunned shock and near passed-out expression from being inside you.

You held out your wrists and grinned. “Go ahead. Tie me up.”

Seokjin gawked at you like you had three heads.

You squeezed your breasts together with your upper arms, tilting your head with a devilish grin.

“God, you’re so hot, but you look crazy,” he wheezed.

Your grin dropped and your eye twitched. “Is that supposed to be a compliment or…?”

Seokjin shrugged, and moved your hands so they were in the better position for him. Much to your annoyance, he didn’t elaborate.

“Um, let’s see, you left a bit out to use as a tie and…”

You began to rock your hips.

“H-Hey!”

The side of your lips curved upward. “What? We’re multitasking.”

“We–?” Seokjin choked, gritting his teeth as you pulsed around his hard length, rolling your hips gently, adjusting until you found a comfortable spot so the head hit you in just the right spot, ah, yes, right there, spreading your fingers out over his chest, leaning your forehead against his, not quite going full force but a slow, deliberate rhythm that wasn’t going to make either of you cum, but, damn, did it feel good.

Seokjin shuddered, gasping your name.

“Tie me up, Seokjin,” you murmured back, caressing his skin.

His eyes darted up, saturated with lust, searching your eyes, and you gazed back.

You could be a real jerk right now.

His hot exhale washed over your lips, a shudder of nervousness.

But this was your best friend, and he was trusting you.

You tilted your head and kissed him softly, flush against his plush lips.

“Come on,” you nudged his nose lightly. “Do it.”

You viewed him from under your lashes. He shivered. Almost.

He needed only one more little push.

“Want you, Seokjinnie,” you breathed against his skin, hints of need and desperation in your voice.

A small smile danced on his lips, staring into your eyes.

You might have fallen for him a little bit in that moment.

“Okay.”

He kissed the side of your mouth, a teasing little peck, and you smirked, turning your head so you wouldn’t break the image you had created for him, but he was already looking down, busily occupied with your wrists, so you drew back, focusing instead on riding him, closing your eyes. You built a leisurely, pleasurable pace, leaning forward a bit to rub your clit against the base of his cock, sighing contentedly at the way he filled you, a wonderful, thick, satisfying girth that you could get used to, other than the fact that most of the time Seokjin drove you up the wall, but, hey, maybe if both of you reached a certain age and you were still single, maybe you could marry your best friend solely for having accessible dick…

“Ah! Perfect.”

You cracked open one eye.

And tried not to burst out laughing.

“Erm… well…” you coughed, tugging at the rope a little. It looked messy and rather hideous, parts overlapping and twisting awkwardly, but he had the… basic idea? It wasn’t like you were going to do anything dumb anyway, so it was pretty good for a first time.

Seokjin frowned. “I don’t know how you did it so neatly…”

“You line up the coils next to each other – ah!”

He seemed to think that was good enough and grabbed handfuls of your ass, causing you to tip forward and brace your hands against his chest, gasping as his hips thrust up into you, abrupt pleasure blooming up your core, sudden squelch of wetness between your joined hips.

“Come on,” he grunted, clenching his jaw, tone getting deeper and more dangerous with each word. “I have to get off, and now.”

He smacked his hands down on your ass and you almost whimpered.

Almost.

Seokjin drew back a little, giving you a strange look.

“W… What?” you managed to get out.

He tilted his head. “Do you like that?”

You almost said, no, of course not, but you stopped yourself, looking down at the red rope tied around your wrists, heat flaring in your cheeks, ass stinging slightly from his slap.

His cock twitched inside you.

Your eyes flickered up to him. A sly smirk danced on your lips.

“Yeah. I like the things you do to me.”

You saw Seokjin pause, brown eyes widening a little, black hair over his forehead.

You pushed him down on the bed. He gasped, but he was used to it now, gripping your ass and tipping his head back as you began to really ride him, waving your hips to ram his cock into your pussy, not even noticing the moan seeping from your lips, fuck, it was good, fulfilling and deep, your bound hands on his chest, fingers spread out and nails digging into his skin a little, but Seokjin seemed to be into it, his own nails sinking into your ass, pushing you down with every descent, hitting you harder, rougher, intensifying the pleasure, building onto it. Hot breath, warm skin, joined hips, loud slaps, rocking bedframe, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, gazing at each other through half-lidded eyes, not quite seeing each other but drowning in the gratification, the roughness, gasping sharply as his open palm smacked down on your ass again, making it bounce and jiggle in his hands, your core and thighs squeezing tighter, witnessing his tight hiss of desire, mesmerized by your sound so he did it again, spanking the other cheek, and you did it again, whimper creeping out, arousal consuming his handsome features, intoxicated by your reaction to his action so he did it again and again, hard, stinging slaps as you rode his stiff, quivering cock harder and faster, fuck, Seokjin must be incredibly turned on because he was so fucking hard, just so incredibly sexy how hard he was right now, even the pain was nothing but an injection of added carnal pleasure, throwing your head back and sinking your nails into his skin, fucking him recklessly, forgetting about hiding your moans, who the fuck cared, not you and not him because Seokjin too was crying out, the sinful sound of sex echoing off his bedroom walls, except instead of you in your bedroom putting headphones on to drown him out, you were in his bedroom, doing it, fucking the daylights out of him.

Alright.

You could see why girls wanted to date your best friend now.

Seokjin was a loud dork, but he had a great dick.

“F-Fuck, Seokjin, fuck!”

He had a similar response, although it was more a choked garble of your name mixed with, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

You must really be drunk on his dick because even that turned you on and tipped you over the edge.

Your thighs tensed and you moaned deeply, tucking your chin down and spreading your palms onto his pecs, wrists straining against the cotton rope, a rapid torrent of adrenaline soaring through you and then you smacked your ass down onto Seokjin’s crotch, whining as you came in vicious pulses of pleasure, clenching around his jerking length and you realized Seokjin was clutching your ass, pinning it down so you couldn’t move, shooting his release into the condom, so much that you felt his cock shudder and throb inside you, head buried in your deepest, most pleasurable spot, you feeling all of him and him feeling all of you.

Holy shit.

You almost saw stars.

“Hah… wow… I guess I can’t blame younger dudes for wanting this pussy…”

Your eyes weren’t open but your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Shut up, Seokjin.”

-

“Come on, man! Look what you did!” Seokjin barked accusingly, pointing to his chest with red indents of your rings.

“Excuse me? I’m the one who has scratches and a bruised ass!”

“You’ve marred my beautiful skin! I should fine you!”

“Where’s that fuckin’ whip – get your naked ass back here, Kim Seokjin!”

-

Hm, well, maybe you would find your true love some other time. Maybe try gambling?

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