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tooruluv · 4 years ago

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Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 4 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 2,320

warnings/notes: i’m posting this early because i’m so busy this weekend! hope you enjoy!

tag list: @afuckingunicornn @maii-flowers @clandestinerays @brownandchill @readeretal

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You wanted to hate Sana. You wanted to resent her, wanted her to be a bitch. But she wasn’t. She was beautiful, and kind, and she just wanted to date Tooru Oikawa. Who were you to blame her for that?

“What is your skincare routine?” Sana asked. She pulled you closer, eyeing you as if she could see into your soul. “You have to tell me what you do with your skin.”

“Only if you tell me what hair products you use.” You told her before thinking. Sana also happened to be very easy to talk to.

She turned to Oikawa, smiling with her hand wrapped around yours. “I’ll see you later, babe, but right now I’m going to get some incredible insight. I might steal her from you.”

Oikawa just stood there. You had never seen him more confused in your entire life. He looked out of place. Like he wasn’t expecting things to happen the way they were. “Go for it.” He said. Stoic.

Sana basically dragged you away, arm in arm. She was taller than you, so you had to put in effort to keep up (something you happened to be very good, all your friends were giants). The two of you spoke nonsense about skin and hair and some other things you couldn’t remember.

“You know, I was scared to meet you.” She told you as you stopped in front of her locker. You gaped. “I know, I know. I just didn’t want you to blame Tooru for not telling you about us. I asked him not to.”

“Can I ask why?”

She giggled. It was soft. “I wanted you to like me.” She pulled out a book and shoved it into her bag. “I needed the soulmate stamp of approval.”

“..Soulmate?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Sana turned to you. Her hair flipped over her shoulder as she did, her bangs never leaving the perfect place across her forehead. “You guys are literally inseparable. You and Tooru. A lot of us joke about how the universe put you guys together, platonic soulmates.”

Platonic soulmates, she said.

“I couldn’t possibly let myself be with him if you didn’t like me.” Sana continued, not really gauging how you were responding. “That’s why he hasn’t really talked to you. I’m so sorry for that, I shouldn’t have told him to keep his distance.”

“I guess I just thought he was mad at me.” You told her. Again without thinking. “We’ve never gone this long without talking, ever. And he was…” you paused. “He asked me for his jersey back and I didn’t really..”

“He asked you for his jersey back?” Sana slammed her locker shut. “I swear I’m going to kill him.”

She mumbled something about how he doesn’t listen. You stood beside her, hands at your sides.

“I literally told him not to do that.” She told you. “He offered me the jersey, and I told him that it was not my place as his girlfriend of a god damn week to take a jersey you’ve worn for years. He’s an idiot. Keep it, I’m serious.”

You didn’t know what to say.

You wanted to hate her, you really did. You tried to find a flaw, something to stick to, but nothing came up. God how you wanted her to be a bitch.

“You don’t hang out with girls often, do you?” She asked. You were walking to class now, her arm linked with yours as her bag hung over her other shoulder.

“I only hang out with ‘Kawa and the boys.” You shrugged.

“Well consider me your official girl best friend. Starting now.” Sana stopped, gasping as though she came to a sudden realization. “Oh my god! We should go to the mall together this weekend!”

You shifted your backpack on your shoulders. “I.. I don’t think..”

“Oh, come on! It’ll be super fun.” She continued, her face lighting up. “We can even have a sleepover after! Please!”

“I’ll have to talk to my parents… I..” You gave up trying to make her the Bad Guy. “Yeah. That sounds fun. We can stay at mine, if you don’t care.”

Sana sent you the brightest smile. “I can’t wait. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Your arms were unlinked, you heading down a different hallway to your class. “Oh, and Sana?”

“Yes?”

“You have the soulmate stamp of approval.” You turned around before you could see her response.

“You’re not mad at him?” Iwaizumi asked you. “How are you not livid right now?”

“I am mad.” You twisted a pencil in your hand. “But I’m more mad at him for completely ignoring me than having a girlfriend.”

“If I were you I would beat the shit out of him.” Matsukawa spoke up from beside you. He gasped. “Oh my god, I can beat his ass for you. Do you want me to?”

You chuckled. “I’m flattered, but no. Not worth your time or energy.”

The three of you were in the library during lunch, again. You know you should go back to the cafeteria, find a new spot at the lunch table (your previous spot next to Oikawa, in between him and Iwa at the circle tables). But the three of you liked to have a break and just hang out and talk shit at lunch. It became a thing between you and Iwaizumi, but you were happy to have Matsukawa join.

“Speaking of me being pissed off,” you changed the topic. “I’m pissed off that I’m the only one who knows about you two? Um, hello? When will you guys just say you’re dating and get it over with?”

“Hanamaki knows, though his suspicions are unconfirmed.” Matsukawa said.

They were official, you knew. The two of them never told you “hey we’re dating!” or anything like that, but you knew. The same way Iwaizumi knew you were (are) in love with Oikawa. And, it doesn’t held that both of them call each other nicknames and have each other as “bf” with about three trillion hearts in their phones.

“We’re going to wait.” Iwaizumi said. He wasn’t uncomfortable. “I have to tell my parents first. Then we can tell everyone.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Iwa I didn’t even think…”

“Seriously, don’t apologize.” He smiled at you. “You just want us to be happy. And right now, we are with what we have.”

Matsu put his arm around your shoulder from beside you. You were happy for them, too. Though the same couldn’t be said the same about your love life.

Tooru Oikawa invented a game when the two of you were kids. It was a stupid game, and you were pretty sure it was just a game he found while playing with other kids, but it was so fun to you.

You would invite kids over, including Iwaizumi, and would play it all the time in your backyard. The game was simple. Someone was the Catcher, and whoever was Catcher had to stand with their back to the players as the players stood against your house. The Catcher would then shout out a color, and if a player was wearing that color, they would have to run to Oikawa’s house (and touch it) before the Catcher caught them. Oikawa called it “Rainbow”.

One day while playing, Oikawa caught you while you were sprinting. He snatched you by the waist and basically bear hugged you. Everyone was a giggling mess, as kids are.

“Got you!” Kid Oikawa exclaimed. “Got you, got you! You’re it!”

Sometimes, you wished you had the ability to see when you grew up.

Sana ended up becoming a pretty decent acquaintance, despite only knowing her for a day. She was very nice, and extremely fun to talk to. Sana just wanted a girl friend; and after talking to her, maybe that’s what you wanted too.

You were walking in the hallway with her, arms linked as Sana preferred, talking nonsense about classes and the game that night. It was the beginning of the day, so the halls were filled with people who weren’t in class still.

“Are we still on for tonight and tomorrow?” she asked you.

“Yeah. If you’re cool with staying at my house, I think my parents were excited to hear me bring a friend whos a girl over.” You said.

“Oh my god, yes. That sounds perfect!” She nudged you with her arm.

“Okay.” You thought for a second. “If you like to drink, we can get some bottles or wine coolers or something before going home. I know a place.”

“That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.”

You stopped in front of your class and she unlinked your arms. “I’m not kidding when I tell you that I’m excited. I’ve told you before that I was nervous about meeting you when I started dating Tooru, but you’re so cool. Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me?” you laughed. “For what?”

“For being the coolest friend to Oikawa.” A bell. “I got to go to class, if I get another tardy my parents will have my head. But I’ll see you at the game! Wear the jersey!”

She sent you a wink before heading to class.

“Thank you!” you called, and she turned around. “For being the coolest girlfriend to Oikawa.”

After school, Iwaizumi came over. They had a bit of time before the game, so most of the guys like to come home to eat a little bit or hype themselves up.

Like most days, you were sprawled out on your floor as he sat up against some random object in your room. That day, it was your dresser. He was exhausted, and you could tell.

“Iwa, can we be serious for a minute?” you asked.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” he said, and you sat up. “You’re in love with him. You’ve been in love with him for years. How did you know?”

Your eyes flickered between his. “What do you mean? I thought you already asked this before.”

“No, no.” he was nervous to ask you. “No, how did you know that you were in love with him? Like what does that feel like?”

You couldn’t hold back a gasp and a smile. “Oh my God! Hajime Iwaizumi, you’re in love!”

“No..”

“Yes you are!”

The teasing went on like that for a while. It went on and on, the both of you giggling and bickering about teenage love. You didn’t remember exactly how it ended up like this, your head resting on his lap and Iwaizumi’s hand in your hair. You felt your friendship with him, in that moment.

“I think I am, in love with Matsu I mean.”

“I think you are too.” You spoke. “I see the way you two are with each other. The glances and feeling. He definitely loves you too.”

“We’ve been together way longer than when you found us in the closet.”

“I know.”

“Are you still in love with him?’

A pause. “Yeah.”

“He’s an idiot.”

“’Kawa may be the stupidest person I know.”

“…but..?”

“No but. He’s just the stupidest person I know.”

A chorus of laughter. You didn’t even hear yourself, didn’t hear Iwa. You missed this.

You also didn’t hear Oikawa come in, and didn’t notice him standing at your doorway.

“Right.” Oikawa said, bringing a silence to the room. He just turned and left.

You stared at the now-empty doorway. You didn’t remember when you sat up.

“Go.” Iwaizumi pushed you at your waist. “Go get him.”

Without thinking, you rushed out of your room and down the stairs. You finally caught up to him outside, in the middle of your houses.

“Are you ever going to talk to me?” You called. You were angry, upset.

Oikawa’s back was toward you. He wasn’t walking, but you didn’t get any closer. It was like talking to a fucking brick wall.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He said simply.

“We almost kissed, ‘Kawa.” You said. Your hands were in fists at your sides, shaking. “We almost kissed. And you haven’t talked to me, haven’t even looked at me since. You don’t get to be mad at me. You don’t get to be mad I’m hanging out with Iwa when you haven’t talked to him either. And you can’t hide behind Sana asking you to not tell me about you two, not anymore. Please just talk to me.”

“Like I said.” He still had his back toward you. “Nothing to talk about.”

With that, he walked back to his house. You stayed on the sidewalk until you felt Iwaizumi pull you back to reality.

You were pretty sure that anger took over every emotion that night. As you sat at the game, in that stupid fucking jersey you put on as routine, you stared daggers at the floor from the bleachers. You weren’t even in the student section.

You were slouched in the bleacher, arms crossed, when you felt a body sit next to you.

“You seem far too pissed off to be watching a volleyball game.” The boy told you. “A game you’re winning.”

You stole a glance, not leaving your slouched position between the bleachers. He was cute, dark hair and definitely tall (though it could just be because you were sitting). He wasn’t even looking at you, so you turned your eyes back to the court.

He offered you an already open bag of chips, holding them in front of you.

“You don’t go here.” You ignored his offering.

“You’re not wrong.” He looked at you. “I’m here from another school. Trying to see what some friends of mine are up against.” You finally looked up at him. “What’s your name?”

You deadpanned. “What’s yours?”

“I asked you first.”

“Second the best, first the worst. I win.” You said. “What’s your name?”

The boy set his bag of chips down and held out his hand. “I’m Kuroo, Tetsurou Kuroo.”

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fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years ago

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House of Lust (part 9)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: smut, masturbation.

François walked through the empty hallways, the enormous windows covered with those thick curtains that bothered him in a way he didn't understand. He moved one of them, seeing how the moonlight covered the field.

He walked in silence, his shoes not making a single noise. He bit his bottom lip, and stopped behind a door, hearing both male and female moans from the inside. There was not only a couple, tho. Must be two woman and one guy, at least.

He could her moans and other noises from other rooms too. Every grand door was closed, and he couldn't open them even if he wanted to. Same with the windows, key locked even if there were bars on them.

Besides the dining room where he already were before, he saw the large kitchen and other resting rooms. There was a library, and he saw some of the Marquis' books in there.

He continued his way to the dungeons in the basement. There was nothing in there as he was expecting. Just another giant house occupied by mad people.

He arrived to the entrance, briefly remembering it. He fainted because of the beat that guard gave him, but some flashes came to his mind. It was dark, so he went downstairs with care, until he saw a light in the end of the rock hallway.

It was a torch, and there were many lighting the place. But no one was there, so I felt strange. With some lack of trust of his mind, he took one from the holder, and walked to the cell he occupied. Obviously it was empty. But he wasn't alone. He heard a noise behind him, and he turned around quickly.

"You're out after midnight." A voice said. "Lucky you I'm not Odelle. She would punish you, that's for sure."

Josephine approached to him, so François saw her face with the light of the torch. She was another beauty, as her sisters. But nothing compared to you. You were special.

"How did you know that I was here?" He asked, his tone stronger than other times, not so afraid as it was with Odelle.

"I followed you, silly!" She said, sarcastically smiling. "Or did you really think we always leave these torches burning?"

Somehow, it was a nonsense. She didn't know that he was going out of your bedroom to explore the mansion. In fact, he adventured to do it at the moment he left you in the bed.

"You followed me? How---?

"I saw you leaving my sister's room, and I guess I knew you were going to explore the place, including the dungeons, so I waited for you in here."

François looked at her in silence, calming his breath. He wasn't afraid of her at all. He was just curious. Was she really different to Odelle as you said? Or she was the same?

She talked to him before. She wasn't so rude, that was right. But still, she wanted the same that her sister: she wanted to corrupt him. She looked for him. She took him out of prison to do it.

"Right... Listen, I will go back to Y/N's room. Let's just... Let's just leave this here, please."

"Oh, my dear Abbé. Are you afraid of me telling something to Odelle? I'm not gonna do it, trust me."

He chuckled. He will have to do it.

"Alright, I'll do it. I'll trust in you. What do you want?"

"Why would I want something?" She said, and kept smiling.

"I don't think that you would find me exploring your house and let me go just like that..."

"Yeah, well. You're right. It's not going to be a free pass. You will have to come with me, and I will say nothing to Odelle. Deal?"

He pictured you in his mind for a second. Maybe if he didn't go with Josephine, she would say to Odelle that he was trying to escape, and that you let him, helping him.

You were the only thing that tied him to the place since he arrived. And he didn't want you to be blamed for nothing. Actually, you could even be in danger.

"Deal." He said, finally, nodding and following Josephine to the entrance of the basement and to her room.

He turned off the torch and left it aside while Josephine closed the door. The room wasn't as large as Odelle's one. It was the same as yours, but there was not a chimney, or the divan, or the table and chairs. Only the bed and some auxiliar night tables.

"Sit in there." She said, almost whispering.

He did what she said, curious again about her next movement, just the same that happened with Odelle the day before.

She kneeled down in front of him, her hands on his thighs, opening his legs. She approached the more she could because of his cassock, smiling.

His breathing became heavier. His heartbeat accelerated. And she was closer, more and more, to his crotch. Until she stand and started to kiss him, very gentle.

He didn't close his eyes at first, not trusting her. But then, you came to his mind again, and Josephine's lips became yours to him, which let his mind fly away.

He let his hands on her waist, squeezing as gentle as her hands caressed his face. The kiss deepened more and more, and he felt himself getting harder.

"Lay down." She said, moving away while he went to rest his head in her pillow. She crawled to him, kissing him again while her hands started to unbotton his shirt and cassock.

She was actually sweet as you said. He remembered how Odelle scratched his chest with her nails. But Josephine was different.

She touched his neck at first, then his collarbone, and finally his chest, the tips of her fingers barely skimming his pale, soft skin, lining his light muscles.

He enjoyed every touch, moving his hips up to meet her body, his eyes closed, thinking only in you. He moaned against her mouth when he felt how suddenly she pinched his nipples. He used to touch them when he masturbated. But feeling other fingers on them was amazing. And he loved it.

"Don't move." She said, sitting in the bed and taking her dress off. He looked at her and her perfect body, and then he looked down, his cassock raised up because of his erection.

"My sister will give you pleasure. But I will receive it. I want to know how good you are, and how you can progress, so you can also give pleasure to Y/N. Got it? Now, teach me if you know what to do with that pretty mouth of yours."

He couldn't say anything, because Josephine laid on him, kissing him again. He was thinking, tho. Give pleasure to you? But you already said no to them before. Were they going to try to make you part of it again?

Josephine held herself in her forearms, moving until her big breasts where at the height of his face. He saw them in awe, rememering Madeline's and how much he wanted to kiss them and feel them with his hands and mouth...

"Don't think it so much, Abbé." She said, as if she was reading his mind. And he didn't. He took one in his mouth, feeling her nipple with his tongue while his hand cupped the other.

Josephine gasped, and then she started to moan. She liked how he made circles with his tongue, his lips sucking, wanting more of her breast inside his mouth.

He changed to the other. And he bit her a little. She missed a breath, liking that rude part of him. And a few moments later, she moved again, sitting on his face.

That surprised him. But then, without thinking about it, he started to tongue her, feeling her clit with his lips, sucking it, gaining her moans again. He knew a lot about biology and medicine. And he knew women liked that part to be stimulated.

He licked her folds in a way he had always dream to do with a woman, but he never could. The skin was different. The smell, the savour, the wetness of her dripping down all over his nose, intoxicating his mouth.

She came a few moments after with a noisy moan, his hands squeezing her buttocks while she trembled against him. Josephine recovered her breath, and laid down next to him, looking at his erect member pressing against his cassock.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you with it." She said, again seemed to be reading his mind. "It's not that I don't wanna to. I'm dying for do it. But you'll have to find release alone. Now go back to your room. Remember my promise, my attractive priest."

She stood in there, naked, watching him leave her bed. He was about to open the door, but she called him again.

"Abbé." She said, making him turn. "You are very good with your tongue if this is your first time doing it. Congrats."

She winked her eye, and smiled again. He left the room without saying or gesticulating anything, and opened your door with care. He glanced at you sleeping so well at your bed, shame in his face.

He couldn't believe he thought of you while doing those things to your sister. But he couldn't see her face. He only saw yours, as he was doing now.

He laid down in the divan, looking at you. And thinking it was bad to do it, he let his hand enter his cassock, and started to masturbate while touching his still naked chest as Josephine did before, twisting his nipples to feel more pleasure.

His hand went up and down, quicker at every moment that past. His thumb caressed the head of his member, and his own fingers weren't enough to sorround it completely.

He was very big, as many maids from Charenton used to think, imagining what he hid under the holy cassock. They were right. Their lustful desires where truth. He committed to God having such a delightful cock.

He didn't stop until he came, his hand covered in his viscous substance, a strong moan dying in his throat. He covered his mouth with the other hand, fearing you've heard him.

But you only turned around under the sheets, completely lost in the dreams world. He cleaned his hand with a piece of cloth that was near, and turned to face the backup of the divan, immediately falling sleep, feeling guilty because of the lust he felt, specifically for you.

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years ago

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Through it All

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: The happiness of the night of your engagement to Loki is suddenly marred by the fact that your brother has been hurt. Loki, however, remains by your side and helps you through your pain. Warnings: mentions of a car accident, but not descriptive in the slightest; fluff A/N: Here you go my lovely nonny! Please enjoy :)

Tag List: @lucywrites02 @frostedgiant @lunarmoon8 @twhiddlestonsstuff @lokistan

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

The weight of the ring box was heavy in Loki’s jacket pocket. He was currently seated across from you at Le Jules Verne, one of the best restaurants the city of Paris had to offer. You’d just finished dessert, and he was taking the last sips of his wine. Unfortunately, it was the Midgardian kind, so it did not quite take the edge off of his nerves as he had been hoping.

“Merci,” he said to the waiter that brought him the check.

“So, after this we’re going to go to the top of the tower, right?” you asked, eyes wide with anticipation. “And then I’m thinking we stop at that little bakery near our hotel. You know, the one that has those delicious macarons. And then tomorrow is our last day here. Can you believe it? I feel like it went so fast.”

“Indeed, my darling, it sounds like a wonderful plan. As for when our last day is, we could always take more time if that is what you desire.”

“I’m pretty sure Fury would kill us.”

“Well, I would like to see him try. You forget, I am a god.”

You laughed as the waiter came back to collect the check. A few minutes later, you and Loki were on your way to the top of the Eiffel Tower, hand in hand, both of you smiling uncontrollably. Reaching your destination, you stood by the railing and looked out over the beautiful city, talking about everything and nothing. Eventually, the conversation fizzled out, and you fell into silence, the kind that is just as meaningful as talking. You rested your head on Loki’s shoulder, and his thumb rubbed circles onto the back of your hand, still clasped together with his. Your beauty in the moonlight and the smile on your face made his heart swell with love for you. There was no doubt in his mind that he was making the right move. Loki said your name and gently pulled away from you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“There’s something I have been wanting to say for a long time now. Do you remember what you said to me three years ago today?”

“Sure I do. It was the night of our first date. You’d been so nervous you hardly said anything, and I thought you’d just said yes to me out of pity. When I asked you about it, though, you told me that it was because you were unworthy, a monster. Then I told you that you were no monster, that it’s all perspective, and the true monsters would never admit themselves one. The fact that you thought yourself so unworthy actually proved the opposite. You were beautiful then Loki. You’re still beautiful now. Why do you ask?”

“Because that was the day I knew I wanted to marry you.”

He got down on one knee and brought out the box, popping it open to reveal a beautiful ring. You let out an audible gasp, your hands flying up to cover your mouth. You stammered his name, trying to find the words to describe what you were feeling right now. For a brief second, you wondered if this was a dream, if you’d fallen asleep resting against Loki. Maybe he had teleported you back to the hotel and was currently tucking you in, placing a kiss to your forehead before climbing in beside you. But no, his eyes were too vivid, that hard to place color that never was exactly as sharp in your dreams. This was real. This was the happiest day of your life.

“Darling,” he began, “I cannot properly express how much I love you. You are the air I breathe. My very heart, that steady beat you provide giving me life. I do not know how else to say it except to call you my everything. I want to devote myself to you, unite our lives forever. My dearest darling, will you do me the incredible honor of marrying me?”

“I- Loki, of course I will,” you said, happy tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Yes, of course. Nothing in this world could ever make me happier.”

Arising from his position on the floor, Loki slid the ring onto your finger. You pulled him in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist and yours behind his neck. After breaking apart, you admired the ring and released a dreamy sigh.

“It’s perfect, Loki. Let’s take a picture so we always remem-”

Your sentence cut off abruptly, and you sucked in a sharp breath, your entire body going stiff as you looked at the screen of your phone. You typed something into it, hands now shaking. A second later, it rang. Pressing accept, you raised it to your ear.

“Please tell me it’s not true,” you whispered to whoever was on the other end.

Loki strained, trying to hear what was being said. He could make out a few of the words your mother’s hysterical voice uttered. Accident... Brother... Dying. You were crying now, though it was no longer from joy. A few moments later, you hung up. Your hand fell to your side, and Loki was quick to crush your body against his in a hug.

“I’m so sorry, Loki,” you said. “We have to go. Now. I have to book a flight. Quick. I- I have to.”

Loki shushed you as silent sobs wracked your body. “No need to apologize, darling. Just tell me where you need to go.”

You numbly rattled off the address of the hospital your brother had been brought to. Still holding you tight, Loki instantly transported you there, before even your parents could arrive. Minutes later, they came rushing in, and you and your mother hugged each other, becoming one sobbing mess.

“Loki,” your father greeted, sounding more dead than alive.

“Sir, I am sorry to hear the news,” he solemnly replied, giving his hand a firm shake. “Please, let me know if there is anything I can do.”

All he was met with was a small nod of the head from your father who was too close to tears to choke anything else out. Eventually, you sat down in the waiting room, your tears spent for the moment. It was still unclear what exactly had happened, you just knew that there had been a bad car crash. Your brother was in fatal condition, barely hanging on to life. The doctors were doing everything they could, but things were looking bleak.

“Darling, look at me,” Loki gently ordered, pulling you into his lap. He took your hand and placed a soft kiss to your knuckles. “He will survive; he is a fighter. Your Midgardian doctors are very talented, and I have every faith they will save him. You must not give up hope.”

“He could die, though. They said he’s in a bad condition. I... I don’t know if he’s going to make it, Loki, and I can’t stand that thought.”

“Bad condition, yes, but not dead. He will recover, I am sure of it. Your belief in that can make all the difference. Please, darling, hold on.”

“Ok,” you whispered, trying to be as strong as Loki, your pillar of light in this dark tragedy. “I’ll try.”

The waiting felt like it was lasting forever. You cried in short bursts for the next hour, all the while Loki rubbed comforting patterns on your back. You didn’t know it, but they were runes for protection, comfort, clarity, and love. He kept whispering words in your ear, both Midgardian and Asgardian, trying to make you feel better. The fact that he was there at all helped a great deal.

Finally, just when you thought you couldn’t take the suspense anymore, the doctor came out with an unreadable face. You all held in a breath, fearing the worst but praying for the best.

“He’s alright for now,” the doctor said. “He’s stable for the moment, but we have concerns. He’ll need to stay in the hospital for a while longer.”

Your mother burst out crying again, this time from relief, thanking the doctor profusely. After talking to him for a few more minutes, you were allowed to go back and see your brother. Loki, however, was not yet allowed to visit on account of he wasn’t family.

Settling back down into a waiting room chair, Loki sighed in relief. For all his bold, confident words, he wasn’t all that sure your brother would survive. Thankfully, though, he was fine, and Loki could rest easy knowing your concern would be greatly lessened.

“Hey,” you said a while later, coming back into the waiting area. “You didn’t have to wait here for me. I could have caught a ride with my parents.”

“But the thing is, my darling, I wanted to stay to make sure you were going to be ok. I did have to stay because my heart, my love, tethers me to you. I needed to be here for you.”

“I love you, Loki.”

You cupped his cheek and kissed him sweetly. Moving back, he grabbed your hand and carefully removed your ring. You gave him a quizzical look, but before you could question him, he was getting on one knee, and you began to catch on.

“I cannot imagine my life without you in it,” he said. “Through our triumphs and our failures, our gains and our losses, through all that this world can throw at us, I want to be by your side. Darling, I feel the need to ask you again, so the moment may live in unreserved bliss: Will you marry me?”

“Oh, Loki. Absolutely yes. I can’t imagine living without you, either, and I never want to!”

Once again, he brought the ring to reside on your finger, and you kissed again. Though it was true that not everything was completely perfect, you felt safe and happy. You knew that with Loki, everything would be alright.

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totallysharkycomplete · 5 years ago

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Bored and Nailed (Stan Pines x Reader)

After meeting the Pines family at your job as a nail tech you’re invited to a sleep over the the Mystery Shack. Stan has had his eyes on you though and decides to make the best of the night. NSFW Comission for @tv-zepeda

“Grunkle Stan, please! This is my future we’re talking about!” Mable begged as she trailed behind her great uncle. He was doing his best to walk away from the pleading preteen but to no avail. “If I don’t start my education now then I’ll become a criminal when I’m older and end up in jail!” Mabel had been reading Teen Heart Throb Magazine for Tweens when she came across an article about being a nail technician. She had her mind made up instantly, that was what she wanted to be when she grew up and she needed to start early. “Jail ain’t so bad kid.” He scoffed. “Helps build character.” “But Grunkle Stan!” She whined. “Please Gunkle Stan, just let her. She was like this with learning how to knit. She bothered our parents until she got a lesson.” Dipper sighed. Stan stops in his tracks and turns around to address Mabel. “Listen, if I take you to get your nails done you can’t ask me for anything the rest of the summer!” Mable squealed and hugged her grunkle. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She jumped up and down before bolting to the door. “I’ll be in the car!” She yelled before slamming the door shut behind her. “Are you taking her right now?” Dipper asked. “No, but she’ll be alright in the car for a few hours.” Stan turns to walk to the gift shop. ---------- It's a beautiful sunny summer afternoon, so your job is absolutely dead. Only one customer had been in today, Lazy Susan, before her shift at the diner. Most of the residents of Gravity Falls would rather spend the first good day of summer outside and not getting their nails done. You couldn’t blame them though. If the choice had been yours you’d set your station up outside and be able to soak in the rays of the sun instead of standing in the fluorescent lights that hung above your head. Still you kept yourself busy with tidying and reading mass texts Tambry sent to everyone in town with a mobile phone. It was around one when the bell above the door chimed. You turned your head to see an older man and two older kids walk in. “Welcome in!” You greeted them warmly as you approached the front. The older man had a scowl on his face, while the young boys looked around aimlessly. The young girl however looked extremely excited, hopping from one foot to the other as her eyes darted from object to object. “What brings you in today?” “Kid wants her nails done, cheapest ya’ got!” The older man points his thumb over the girl and she frowns. “Grunkle Stan you can’t put a price tag on my future.” She scampers up to you. “I want to be a nail tech when I get older, I want you to teach me everything!” She beams. You giggle, and introduce yourself. “I’m not a trained teacher, but I can talk you through all my steps. Sound alright with you?” Looking back at the older man with a smile, he seems to freeze. “Uh, yeah, whatever,” He rubbed the back of his neck. The young girl cheers and begins introductions. “I’m Mable! The sweaty boy is my brother Dipper,” the boy made a noise of protest at the sweaty comment. “This is my Grunkle Stan.” She motions to the man beside her. You take a second to look him up and down. “Wait, aren’t you Mister Mystery?” “The one and only.” He smirks now and offers you his hands, you take it and he firmly shakes yours. It feels rough and large compared to your softer small one. “Please, call me Stan.” He rubs his thumb over your hand before pulling away. You can’t help the blush that creeps onto your cheeks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at the schack.” DIpper comments. “Oh, I haven’t gone in a few years, but it’s always fun to see the cryptids on display.” You can feel yourself still blushing. “Ah, anyways,” you turn to talk to Mabel. “Go ahead and pick out what color you want from the wall over there.” You point her in the right direction and she begins to ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ over all the color choices. You watch her with a smile then turn back to the others two. “Anything for you two today?” Dipper makes a ‘pfft’ noise. “I think I’m a little too manly to have my nails painted. Don’t want people thinking I’m girly.” “There’s nothing girly about personal hygiene.” You comment and Dipper blushes. Stan laughs. “Ha, she's right kid. It’d do you good to have a little more hygiene.” Stan looks at you with a grin. Mabel runs back over with three bottles in her hand. You lead them back to your station and Mabel sits in front of you, Dipper and Stan on either side of her. She had decided on alternating pink and purple with holographic glitter. You begin the process you normally do when giving a manicure but describing every step in detail. Mabel watches with wide eyes and eats up every word. Stan looks up at you occasionally from over one of the magazines provided. He’s impressed with how patient you are with his great niece, even letting her paint one of your nails for practice. Everytime you make eye contact with him his eyes flip back to the magazine and pretend he wasn’t staring. It’s hard for him to not to think about how your smile brightens the whole room. When you finish Mabel hops out of her chair. “I feel like a changed woman!” She cheers, splaying her hands out so she can look at her freshly manicured nails. “Who's next?” You smile, looking at Stan. “I don’t need a fancy manicure in my line of work.” He grunts. “Okay, how about this then?” You slide your chair closer to where he’s sitting and place your hands out palms up, signaling for his hands. “No paint or clippers, promise.” He looks over to Dipper and Mabel hoping for a way out of it, but Dipper is busy admiring Mabel’s nails. Begrudgingly he places his hands in yours. You guide his hands to sit on the table and push his sleeves back, and pump lotion into your hand, before taking one of his and begin messaging the lotion into his skin. “Are you getting your nails done too?” Dipper snides with a smirk. Stan gives him a warning glare and he silences. “What color did you pick?” Mabel came to his side to see. “No paint, just a hand message.” You inform her. “Boo, where’s the fun in that?” She pouts. “Well sometimes people come in and don’t want their nails painted. Just a manicure and a message.” You tell her. “You’d be surprised how many men come in just for that.” Mabel makes a comment about how that’s boring and walks over to Dipper who found the tv in the lobby. There’s a moment of silence and you look up at Stan. He has a light shade of pink on his cheeks. You smile and look back down at his hands. “You know, you can tell a lot about someone by their hands.” You say without looking up. “That so?” Stan grunts. “That is so,” you giggle. “For instance I can tell you’re a hard worker, who cares for his family. I can also tell you don’t use lotion often enough.” He watches as you try to take another pump of lotion when the bottle decides to betray you and squirt everywhere. The white liquid squirts up your forearms and your shirt. “Shoot,” you grab a tissue and clean yourself off. You notice Stan is watching you, wide eyed and red faced. Heat rises to your cheeks when you realise what the mess resembles. “You gotta a little,” Stan motions to your cheek, you quickly wipe it away and toss the tissues in the trash before taking his hand again. Stan clears his throat before he speaks again. “You seem really good with kids. Sure you ain’t a teacher?” “Pretty sure,” you joke, earning a smile from him. “I just know how to talk to kids I guess. It’s just always come naturally to me.” You look over at the kids then back to Stan. “I know they’re older but if you ever need a babysitter, you could call me.” He smirks. “Yeah, I might take you up on that offer.” You finish his other hand and set it gently on the table. He rubs his palms together giving them a look over. “That felt great, kid. Thanks” He has what you guess is a genuine smile on his face. “It’s no problem.” You stutter, walking together to the register. He pays for Mabel's manicure, and you slide him your business card. “Here,” you blush. “Just in case.” “Oh, uh, thanks, toots.” He stammers. Mabel reaches up and slaps a bumper sticker onto the counter for you, seemingly having pulled it out of nowhere. “Come visit us at the Mystery Shack sometime! Grunkle Stan would love to give you a tour.” She put a little too much emphasis on the word love and you giggled. “Thank’s Mabel, I’ll have to do that.” You thank her and they go to leave. You hear Stan grumble something about how bumper stickers don’t grow on trees. You look down at the bumper sticker and smile. ----------- A few days later you convince a few friends to go with you on the tour at the Mystery Shack. The bell above the door chimes as you enter and you’re welcomed by a teenager behind the counter who has her nose stuck in a magazine. “Could we get three tour tickets, please?” You ask when you approach the counter. She lowers the magazine and you recognize her. “Oh, hey, Wendy.” You smile warmly. She visited the nail salon often with her dad. “Hey girl!” She greets. “Are you really going on a tour?” She chuckles. “Yeah, me and my friends used to come here sometimes. Also I did the owner’s nieces nail the other day and she said I should come by.” You motion with your head to your friend’s who are looking around the gift shop. “You mean Mabel?” She asks as she rings you up. “Oh yeah, she was raving about her nails the other day. Shoulda known you did them.” She hands you three pieces of paper that have ‘tour ticket’ written on them. “Next tour should start in a few, Mr.Pines will be finishing up with the last tour soon.” You thank her and go look around the gift shop with your friends. You find them looking over the Mister Mystery bobbleheads. “Look,” one of your friends says teasingly. “It’s the silver fox.” You blush. “I can’t believe you remember me saying that. That was at least three years ago.” “Oh, well never let you forget.” The other says. You can hear Stan’s loud booming voice as he enters back into the gift shop with the last tour group. “Be sure to buy lots of gifts for your family and loved ones! Remember we put the fun in no refunds.” He doesn’t see you as he makes his way over to Wendy. “How many in the next tour?” He asks gruffly. “Just three,” she points over to you and your friends and you wave. He looks taken aback for a second before composing himself back into his Mister Mystery persona. “Greeting and welcome to the Mystery Shack!” He greets you as you and your friends approach the entrance of the tour room. He gives a whole speech about being prepared to see things beyond belief and what not. You and your friends share looks and nudge each other as he guides you through the tour. “I get what you mean, he kinda is a silver fox.” Your friend says a little too loudly. “He’s definitely your type,” the other teases. You shush them and pray Stan didn’t hear that. A certain taxidermied creature catches your attention and you stare at it, lost in thought. “Boo!” A hand grabs your hip and you jump with a yelp. You turn to see Stan giving a hearty belly laugh. “Sorry, kid. Had to. Keep up with the tour group please. I’m afraid to say some people have wandered off on the tour and never make it out!” He boasts in his showman’s voice, slowly sliding his hand from your waist. You stiffen a giggle. “Where do they go?” You follow him a few feet to where your friends are and they giggle too. “Only the Gods know!” He booms. He continues on with the tour, ever so often he touches your shoulder and points over it at the exhibit, or makes direct eye contact only with you while explaining what the creature before you is. You think maybe you’re just imagining the extra attention. When the tour ends he leads you three back into the gift shop where Dipper and Mabel have appeared. When Mabel sees you she squeals and makes a beeline for you. “I knew you’d come for a tour!” She smiled. “Of course,” you smiled back. Your friends told you they had to get going before they went off. Mabel grabbed your hand and dragged you over to where Dipper and Wendy were standing. “She’s been talking nonstop about her nails.” Dipper tells you. “Yeah, I was just telling Mabel and Dipper that me and my dad get out nails done by you.” Wendy says. Dipper chuckles. “You’re telling me Manly Dan, then the manliest man in Gravity Falls, gets his nails done?” Wendy frowns at him. “There’s nothing not manly about good nail health, Dipper.” Dipper blushes a deep shade of red and you laugh at him mumbling an apology. “Yeah, Dip!” Mabel cheers. “You should let me do your nails tonight when Grenda and Candy come over.” Mabel’s smile disappears and her hand comes to her cheeks as she lets out a loud gasp. “Oh my gosh! Grunkle Stan, can she come to my sleepover too?” Mable shouts across the gift shop to her grunkle. You turn to look at him with a confused smile. He was definitely already looking over at you before Mable yelled. “Fine by me,” He grunts and turns back into the tour room. Mabel cheers. “Mabel, you didn’t even ask her if she wanted to come to your sleepover yet.” Dipper scolds his sister. Mable scoffs. “Of course she wants to come to my nail salon themed sleepover!” Mable looks up at you with big puppy dog eyes, there’s no way you could say no. “Right?” You laughed. “I’d be happy to come to your sleepover.” ---------- “He was def checking you out.” “Did you see how he looked at your butt?!” “I can’t believe he just grabbed her waist like that. That was BOLD.” Your friends filled your group chat with messages as soon as they left. You didn’t even want to know how’d they react if you told them you would be staying the night at the Mystery Shack. You sighed pulling up outside the Shack later that evening, having returned home to have dinner and grab some pajamas and nail polishes you didn’t mind if preteen girls messed up. Locking your car, you made your way to the door and knocked. Almost immediately the door swung open and you were greeted by Mable and her two friends. They start to giggle and pulled you up the stairs as they talk about everything they have planned for the night. Although the girls are full of energy the three of them are passed out by eleven. You look around the door deciding on what to do, since you aren’t tired yet. Deciding on tidying up a bit you grab the pizza box and head downstairs to look for the kitchen. It doesn’t take long before you find it. You decide to leave the light off, and make your way over to the fridge. You have to move a few things around to make it fit. Leaning over you move somethings before standing back up and closing the door. Your heart leaps in your chest when you turn around and there’s someone else in the kitchen. To your relief you recognize it’s only Stan. You place your hand on your chest and let out a small laugh. “Geez, you scared me.” His eyes look you over before he replies. “Sorry, kid. Didn’t mean to.” He makes his way over to next to you. “Was there and pizza left?” You nod. “Although it might have some glitter on it.” With his attention on the pizza in the fridge, you take a second to look over him. He’s in nothing but a tank top and boxer shorts. You can’t help but notice how his arms flex everytime he moves his arms. “Too much glitter,” he decides, standing up and closing the fridge. He's standing right by your side. “Thanks for indulging Mabel and coming over tonight, you really didn’t have to.” “Oh, I don’t mind.” You smile. “I didn’t have much else going on.” “A beautiful young thing like you didn’t have any plans on a Saturday?” He smirks. You can feel yourself blush at his compliment. “My only plans were to come to the Mystery Shack for a tour.” You confessed. “And how was it?” He asks. Was he moving closer, or were you imagining it? “G-good,” You stammer. “It was good.” Your back is against the counter, Stan places his hand on either side of you. “You know, with ears this big I got pretty good hearing. Couldn’t help but hear what your friends were saying.” You look up at him from under lashes. “And?” You ask almost teasingly. He breathed out deeply, only inches from your face now. One of his hands moves to the back of your head to guide you to him and he gives you a hungry kiss. You’re happy to begin kissing him back just as eager, moving your hands to his chest. After a few more kisses his hands move behind you to grab your ass. He moves from your lips to your neck and begins kissing the skin there. You lean against him and whine. “You like that, kitten?” He smirks against your skin. You nod and he continues kissing your neck. He stops to suck a bruise into the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. Your hands bunch into his tank top and the wiry hair on his chest tickles your fingers. You moan his name as he begins kissing you again, his hands moving to the waistband of your pajama shorts. He grabs your shorts and underwear and pulls them down in one swift motion, leaving him kneeling in front of you. He inches closer and you can feel his warm breath on your folds. “Spread your legs for me, sugar.” He encourages by placing both his strong hands on the inside of your thighs and pushing them apart. You obey, and he pulls one of your knees over his shoulder before beginning licking and sucking your clit. Your hands bunch into his hair and you bite your lip to try and suppress the noises threatening to escape your mouth. “Go on, tell me how it feels. The kid’s can’t hear you all the way in the attic.” He assures you. He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you begin to whimper and moan as he pleases you. Without warning he slips a finger into your wet entrance, and your buck into his touch. One of his hands holds your hip firmly to keep you from moving as he slips another digit in. You can feel the tension in your stomach building more and more with every thrust of his fingers and lap of his tongue. Just as you’re about to snap, Stan pulls away. You whimper at the loss. “Don’t worry,” He kisses your cheek. “I’ll give you something even better than that.” His hands move to your hips and he pulls you flush against him, you can feel his hard member against your stomach. Suddenly he picks you up and takes a few steps across the room before laying you on the kitchen table. His hands slip under your shirt and you help him pull it off. He smirks and looks over your naked form, before removing his shirt as well. Leaning over your form he begins kissing you again. His hands touch all over your naked chest. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close. You moan his name and he groans. “You ready for more?” He asks, but you can already feel him pushing against you. You frantically nod and he pushes into you completely with one slow thrust. You didn’t get the chance to see him but you can tell he’s thick. You both let out sounds of please. His hands move to hold your hips, your hand move to his forearms, your nails leaving tiny crescent shapes in his skin. He pulls out slowly but quickly thrust back into you, and begins to set an unforgiving pace. Every thrust is deep and fast, his hands are holding your hips so tightly you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow. You’re whimpering his name, which is definitely stroking his ego. “You feel so good,” He grunts. “So damn good.” He presses a bruising kiss to your lips. “Stan, I, I’m,” You try to tell him. He gets what you mean and picks up his pace. “Come on, I wanna feel you come.” His thumb comes between your leg to rub small circles to your clit and you lose yourself. Your back arches off the table and you cry out as his deep thrust helps you through. His pace doesn't falter as he turns you over onto your stomach. You grab onto the sides of the table to try and anchor yourself. His hands are still holding bruisingly onto your hips as he snaps his hips to thrust into you. Stan removes one of his hands before he brings it down hard to smack your rear. You cry out and push yourself back into his touch. He rubs tenderly over the reddening skin before he does the same again. Your head is foggy with all the pleasure you’re receiving, but you can feel the knot forming in your stomach again. You were close, but didn’t have the words to tell Stan. You hear Stan curse as he begins to praise you. “You’re so fucking perfect, making me feel so good. You getting close again, ain’t you? That’s so fucking good.” Every thrust of Stan’s becomes more erratic and you can tell he’s getting close too. His hands reach around to your clit and he teases it. “I want you to come again for me.” With a few more circles of your clit, the knot snaps and you’re coming again. Stan cusses and thrust deep into three more times before he pulls out, you can feel his hot seed spilling onto your back. Your head falls against the cool surface of the table as you try to catch your breath. You can hear Stan move away from you but don’t try to look, feeling too exhausted. You let out a hum as you feel a wet cloth run down your back. “You’re really something else, kitten.” He kisses your shoulder blade, and runs the cool cloth over your red ass cheek. He sets the cloth down and moves to help you up. Your knees feel a bit wobbly so you grab his arm to steady yourself. “You alright?” He plants a gentle kiss to your forehead. You nod. “Yeah, I’m good. That was good.” You blush. Stan chuckles and wraps his arms around you, you wrap your arms around his neck. “How bout we get you to bed?” “I’d like that.” You agree.

#stan pines x reader #gravity falls x reader

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anomander-dragnipurake · 4 years ago

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Possessed Part 2: Chapter One: Bored

Originally I was going have the fic end on the open ended bad ending of King Boo winning but while I was writing the penultimate chapter of that I had an evil idea occur to me and felt called to do it so I did. (This next part is kinda spoilers for said evil idea which is revealed in fic at the very start of chapter 3, meaning 7 overall, this part 2 revolves around it so it's not a huge deal for it to be spoiled but if you want to find out what's up with what's happening when our characters do don't read the next paragraph.)

While writing the part where Luigi feels King Boo's emotions about his victory over the Mario bros in such a way that I wrote it as if I were writing from King Boo's POV, I had the thought of what if overtime because of this possession arrangement, their minds became closer and closer so that they started experiencing each other's thoughts and emotions in that way more and more until they essentially felt like or became the one entity instead of two? And then I was like, oh that's like fusion from Steven Universe but very much unwanted from both parties and very, very bad for poor Luigi because he's fusing with evil, violent King Boo. And then I had the idea for the scene that requires the new 'attempted murder that looks like attempt suicide' tag (happens next chapter, I'll probably put a thing at the top, saying how to skip it if you want) and that sealed the deal on me writing this.

I don't know if everything in it makes complete sense or if everyone's completely in character (especially E. Gadd, I never feel like I know what I'm doing when writing him but I do my best and that's all I can ask of myself) but it was a lot of fun to write regardless so I hope y'all enjoy it too. :)

‘I think I’m starting to get bored of this,’ King Boo said as they woke up.

Groggy and hungover from last night’s drinking, it took Luigi a couple seconds to parse what King Boo had just implied. Really? He didn’t dare hope… did he? He’d just about given up on this nightmare ever ending. The only solace he’d found was that King Boo liked to ‘escape proper consciousness’ as he liked to put it, meaning sleep, alcohol, and whatever drugs he could find to experiment with. It was highly unpleasant but at least Luigi was only partially aware of his situation for sometimes hours at a time.

‘Yep.” King Boo sat up and looked around. They were on a rooftop, neither of them remembered how they’d gotten here. King Boo didn’t care though and Luigi was having trouble doing so either. ‘I think I experimented with about everything I can get my hands on. Also, you’ve stopped caring about stuff and that’s just plain boring.’ And as nice as this little vacation was, he really needed to get back to his boos soon, he was their king after all. … That wasn’t a thought Luigi was supposed to be privy to. ‘That’s another reason I want done with this.’ King Boo couldn’t be having Luigi knowing all his thoughts and feelings and the longer they shared a body, the more often that was occurring when he didn’t want it to. He couldn’t seem to do anything about it which was why this arrangement needed to end sooner rather than later.

He stood and walked them over the edge of the roof to look down at the street below. It wasn’t a super long fall but it would probably hurt quite a bit. King Boo was tempted to jump off to see just how bad it would be.

Please don’t. Luigi would rather not take any more injuries than he already had. Even if lately King Boo possessing him seemed to make his body heal faster than normal, it still hurt. You were thinking about letting me go?

‘I didn’t say that, just that I’m getting bored of this. I need to decide if I should let you go or kill you.’ As far as Luigi could tell, he was honestly undecided. He could probably press at King Boo’s mind to find out why but didn’t dare. … If he did, that’d be weighing the odds against him.

Uh… all righty then. I vote you let me go.

‘Killing you would be fun though.’

Not like this. You’ve already defeated me. And Luigi was still ashamed of it. He should’ve been able to fight back but… it had just happened so fast. Wouldn’t it be better if you… let me live to be tormented by that and… the fear that you’ll… come back and do it again? He understood King Boo far too well for his liking at this point. Being dead himself, he didn’t consider death to be a horrible fate.

He laughed out loud. ‘True. I could also turn you into a painting to crown this victory for ever.’ And if he ever wanted a meat suit to play around in again, he’d have it right there.

Luigi did the mental equivalent of a gulp. You could do that too. It’d be easier to rescue him from a painting though, right? … Theoretically yes, but King Boo wouldn’t let that happen. … It might be the best Luigi could hope for though.

Another laugh from King Boo, this one only Luigi could hear. ‘I guess it’s decided then, a painting it is.’ He stepped back from the edge at last and started for the door that should lead into whatever building this was. Luigi groaned and pulled his mind in on itself as much as he could. Being turned into a painting was better than death though and probably better than his current circumstances so… maybe this wasn’t so bad?

A few days later

King Boo’s kingdom was unsurprisingly a haunted forest. One could tell at a glance it was haunted due to the tall spindly trees being dead and dark. There even seemed to be an almost visible murky atmosphere to the place before they’d even stepped foot into it. Which they had had to do because there weren’t any roads that led into it and certainly not enough space between the trees to allow for a car to pass through.

There didn’t even seem to be any path leading in. King Boo ditched Luigi’s car and strode right in, ducking underneath a low hanging branch.

The pace he set was steady but slow, he was in no hurry. Which was fine, it delayed how long it would be before Luigi ended up as a painting. … It was night though; the woods were spooky and dark, lit only by the partly clouded moon overhead and King Boo’s crown. And it was absolutely crawling with phantoms, fleeting past Luigi’s peripheral vision and making all sorts of spooky noises just out of sight. If he had any control of his body, he’d have been shivering and jumping at every single sound, real or imagined and probably running the exact opposite direction

King Boo of course wasn’t bothered, he strode confidently through the dead underbrush and around the scary looking trees. ‘How are you still afraid of ghosts? You’ve defeated how many with E. Gadd’s stinky vacuum?’ He made a loud exaggerated gagging noise to emphasize exactly how the felt about said vacuum. ‘And we’re not even that scary to begin with.’

Luigi didn’t get it either. It was illogical but they were still scary. He’d been working on that with Polterpup but then… this happened. King Boo scoffed and kept going.

Eventually they reached the clearing in which King Boo’s mansion took up majority of the available space. It was old and scary looking but not as large as Luigi would’ve thought it would be. Which didn’t mean it was small by any means but definitely not as big as Peach’s castle.

As they approached the entrance, three boos came shooting out, phasing through the door. Internally Luigi jumped and screamed, the only thing worse than ghost creeping through the shadows was ghosts popping out at him. … King Boo found that was funny, he should’ve tried jump scaring Luigi more, maybe one of his past schemes would’ve been successful if he had.

The boos looped around, slowing to a rest in front of King Boo and Luigi. “Welcome back boss,” the boo on the left said.

“You still have Luigi,” the middle added.

“What are you going to do with him?” the right boo finished.

King Boo gave them a genuine smile, not his typical evil one but one that felt as if he was just happy to see his boos again. Which was such a strange feeling from him, it was actually creepy.

“I’ve decided to turn him into a painting,” King Boo said, pushing down his annoyance that Luigi was more privy to his thoughts and feelings than he was supposed to be.

The boos laughed in near unnerving unison that sent a shiver down Luigi’s metaphorical spine. They followed King Boo back in as he entered.

Inside was a surprisingly grand living room. A large cushy sofa with matching chairs and cushions took up the bulk of the floorspace on top of a thick rug covered in intricate designs. A gorgeous crystal chandelier huge down from the ceiling, the dancing light from the fireplace, reflecting off its dangling bits, giving it an almost sparkly look. There was a large painting of an abstract night sky hung above the fireplace, completing the fancy feel of the room. If it wasn’t for the many boos and even a few standard ghosts suddenly all turning to look at him, Luigi probably would’ve found the place quite nice.

Abandoning their comfy seats, all the boos and ghosts rushed to crowd around King Boo. Being surround by a horde of boos was perhaps the scariest thing Luigi had encountered in a while. … All they did though was welcome King Boo home and congratulate him on his victory over the Mario bros. They all seemed happy to have their ‘boss’ back and King Boo was glad to be back.

‘See? Not so scary.’ Well… Luigi still didn’t like it no matter how ridiculous King Boo thought he was being.

Once all the ghosts had finally had their say, King Boo ordered them to take down the night sky portrait and put it in the music room. He then ordered another boo to bring down an empty painting frame that would take its place. It was rather obvious what that empty painting frame was for.

How aware would Luigi be in the painting? Mario and the toads had all said they didn’t remember anything of it so maybe it’d just be like a long sleep. Which honestly wouldn’t be so bad even if it lasted for forever. But… what if one was aware while in a painting but didn’t remember anything of it when they came out? Did that even make sense?

‘When I was trapped in that painting you and E. Gadd put me in, I was aware of every moment of it,’ King Boo cut in with an inward snarl. ‘So I really hope you will be to.’

Luigi whimpered but did his best not to think about it anymore. … Except the boo ordered to retrieve the empty painting frame choose that moment to swoop back into the room and present it to King Boo, holding it ready for him.

‘Anything else you want to say to me? Beg for mercy perhaps?’ King Boo hoped he would, it’d be a great send off. If Luigi was convincing enough, he might even…

No! Luigi could feel the lie in that thought. He wasn’t going to get mercy no matter how much he begged so he wasn’t going to. Just get it over with already. It’d be better than having his body controlled by King Boo for even a second longer.

King Boo chuckled. ‘Finally, some backbone. Very well though, this was fun. Maybe I’ll pull you out occasionally to play around some more. For now though, goodbye.’

He called on his power, causing his crown to glow brighter. There was an uncomfortable pulling sensation on Luigi’s soul and… King Boo’s magic sparked and fizzled out. … They were suddenly both very worried and Luigi couldn’t tell where his concern ended and King Boo’s began. … King Boo pushed that aside though and tried again, putting more force behind it. … It still didn’t work, the same thing happened as before, only more intense.

Growing desperate now, King Boo tried again. This time he kept pulling past the point of discomfort until… it felt kind of like their souls were struck by lightning as his magic sparked again, sending a tremor through both of them that translated into a physical shudder.

“What’s wrong boss?” the boo holding the empty painting asked as they all crowded a bit closer.

King Boo looked up at him, his hands trembling a little as he forced an unsteady smile. “I think I might be stuck in here.”

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buckysmischief · 5 years ago

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Spaces Between - Prologue

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 804

Summary: The Snap took everything from you, who knew Loki would be the one to put back all your pieces?

Warnings: thanos doesn’t kill loki, everything else is cannon with IW & Endgame (im sorry), language, fluff, angst

AN: Tessa is an oc, readers best friend

FTS Masterlist | Series Masterlist

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Winter 2017

It’s your fault you’re in this situation, like usual, but this time there was no escaping.

“My, my. What do we have here?”

You were only there for a half a second, a random New York City rooftop. Did he know you were coming somehow?

“You’re a Jumper, aren’t you?”

“How the hell did you kno-” you turn to face the voice, but freeze when you recognize its owner.

Loki.

“Know you could teleport? Besides you appearing in front of me out of nowhere, I watched you disappear from a building three blocks south and reappear on another two blocks west in seconds. I know a Jumper when I see one.”

The fact that he was taking an interest in you probably wasn’t the best idea, but things were getting boring and this could be fun. Right?

“What’s it to you?” you smirk.

“Wonderful, you’re feisty too.” He laughs, slowly walking toward you. “So, how far have you jumped?”

“I can be anywhere in the world in five seconds, but I have to know where I’m landing.”

Five years ago, after the battle of New York, you woke up in the hospital. Tessa, your best friend and roommate, was there and told you about how you both were looking for safety when you got hit with alien debris and had been asleep for a couple of days. After that you had these.. enhancements. You could not only jump from one location to another, but when you focused, you could see the first few seconds of what would be happening when- and where- you land.

A few weeks ago though, you saw a bug and thought you screamed so loud that you broke a glass cup on the counter. But Tess convinced you it was just your cat, Smokey.

“Have you tried jumping somewhere more, out of this world?” His voice was seductive enough to make you want to try jumping to the moon without thinking about how you would breathe.

“How would I have-”

“Hold onto this,” he reached for your left hand, then a black serpent with emerald eyes wrapped itself around your wrist, transforming into a bracelet. “It’ll help me find you, and I’ll show you just what you can do.”

You just stood there, like an idiot. What were you supposed to say to this man? This God? ‘Hey this was really cool at first but it went from 0 to infinity and beyond faster than I could blink, what’s happening?’

“Keep practicing, little one, we’ll meet again soon.” he was gone, like he was never there. But he was, the snake bracelet around your wrist was proof. You had to tell Tessa.

.5 seconds later

“TESSA! YOU WON’T BE-FUCKING-LEAVE WHO I JUST MET!” you yell throughout your apartment, until she finally opens the door to her room.

You tell her everything that happened. It wasn’t much, but it happened and she was the only person you could trust with your secret. She’s the only person you’d even trust with your life. After all these years, Tessa was more than your best friend and roommate, she was your sister, your person.

“Dude,” Tessa laughed, “can you imagine the God of fucking Mischief just showing up for a booty call?”

“I tell you he could teach me how to jump to space and your mind goes to booty call… how?”

“I just said what you were thinking.” she shrugs, walking back into her room.

“You’re such an asshole!”

Spring 2018

You were running in Central Park like you normally did on sunny spring days when you felt the snake on your wrist start slithering in circles, something it hasn’t done since it locked in place.

“Yn.” You look up from the snake to find Loki in front of you, obviously in a panic. “I’m currently on an Asgardian ship and I’m doing something very stupid and I.. I need you. Listen carefully, when the snake's eyes glow green, you’re going to be brought to me. Don’t panic.”

Suddenly, you feel like you’re being pulled in all directions. After what felt like years, you were by Loki’s side. On an Asgardian ship. In space. Watching another Loki run out of the Hulks way.

“Now, Yn. You need to jump us home now. And those two.” He nods to Thor and Hulk.

“I’ll have to come back, they’re too far.” you’re shaking, but determined to not screw up. Even if you’ve never jumped light years before.

You grab onto Loki and think of home, New York, you apartment, of Tessa, of Smokey.

It must have worked, you couldn’t see straight, but you could hear Loki. “You did it little one, I knew you could! Now do you remem- Yn, are you okay?”

You only remember him catching you, and hearing Tessa’s scream.

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junqkook · 6 years ago

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— EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE; 1 (m.)

— notes; this fic is not condoning abusive/unhealthy relationships in any way. please do not read if you are triggered by anything relating to stalkers/stalking. this is a repost from my old account.

pairing; jungkook/reader genre; stalker au, thriller, smut words; 11,076 rating; explicit

— synopsis; everything was going great when you first met jeon jungkook. he was a new light in your life with soft smiles and tinkling laughs; but then you noticed a lurking presence that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

contents; obsessive, toxic behavior. creampie, rough sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, dirty talk, light humiliation, dom!jungkook.

— chapters; one. two. three.

Class was uneventful, as it always was. You had scribbled down notes and tried to pay attention, but you really couldn’t focus on anything with the little amount of sleep that you had gotten the night before. Your second class was just as tiring as the first and you were relieved when it ended. You shoved your laptop into your backpack and pulled your phone out to text Hoseok while you walked out through the doorway.

[to hobi 11:57am] — you out of class?

You grunted as you collided with something firm and your phone almost slipped out of your hand. You heard a thud and looked down to see a textbook lying by your feet.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you apologized quickly, bending down to grab the textbook and looking up to see the boy in front of you beginning to crouch as well. He had his hood pulled up over his dark hair, but you had to take a second to collect yourself when you saw how cute he was. The two of you maintained eye contact for a few more long seconds before you realized you were creepily staring at this guy, so you hurriedly grabbed the book and straightened up, as did he.

“It’s okay,” he responded quietly, sending you a small smile while he held his hand out for the book. You returned his smile and handed him the Psychology textbook.

“Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you explained, though you realized you didn’t really need to. He nodded and you saw one of his earbuds had been pulled out of his ear and was hanging onto his chest from inside of his hoodie.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he told you nodding along and shifting to the side. You bit your lip and nodded back, smiling again awkwardly before walking away with the space he’d moved to give you.

God, you thought to yourself, internally groaning at your responses to the cute boy. Could you have been more of an idiot?

An incoming text pinged and dragged you out of your thoughts.

[from hobi 12:02pm] — yeah, i’ll meet you outside — we’re going to get chinese food

You sighed. This was the third time this week you were getting Chinese food with Hoseok, but you supposed he was the one driving so you didn’t really have room to argue with him over it. And as you walked out of the building to meet your friend, all thoughts of the boy slipped out of your mind for the time being.

You and Hoseok made your way outside of the small restaurant and toward his car; you hadn’t realized you’d spend over two hours having lunch together, but his afternoon was completely free before his dance practice and you’d missed him. The two of you hadn’t gotten to spend as much time together as you’d hoped to, since you were both so swamped with midterm assignments. It always seemed to be that when he was free you had work and whenever you were free he had practice.

The two of you got into his car and he started it, plugging his phone in to the aux cord and playing his friend’s original tracks. You loved listening to them, even though you’d never personally met this friend of his; all you knew was his name, Min Yoongi, and that he was studying music. And that he was really good at it.

“Thanks for driving me,” you said over the low volume of the music. Hoseok smiled widely, patting your thigh from across.

“No problem, babe,” he said with a small laugh. You rolled your eyes and pulled your phone out, pouting at the screen.

“Namjoon’s still gonna be there when I start my shift,” you complained loudly. You really liked the guy, you did. He was just kind of snobby and liked to use his seniority at work to make you do everything he didn’t want to.

Hoseok’s lips twitched and the car pulled to a stop a few blocks away from your workplace, a small family owned shop that sold all kinds of music. Not many people came, but you had heard from Seokjin that the owners were only using it as a side business anyway and they had originally started it to bring some control to their kid’s chaotic habits; you loved to hear about drama that didn’t involve you.

“You’ll be fine,” he reassured as the two of you waited for the cars before you at the four stop. Once it was Hoseok’s turn, the car pulled forward gradually and you were making your way to work again.

“Yeah, but he’s probably gonna make me start by cleaning or some shit,” you huffed, putting your phone away. Technically you still had 10 minutes until your shift started, so you were just going to sit in the back room once you got there and hope Namjoon doesn’t see you.

You didn’t have to look at him to know Hoseok was rolling his eyes at you. He parked in front of the store, pushing the button for his hazard lights since he wasn’t actually parallel parking on the narrow street. You thanked him and assured him that you’d text him later as you left the car, shutting the door and waving at him as he drove away, probably heading back to the University’s studio. You sighed again before walking into the store, surveying the isles quickly to make sure you didn’t spot Namjoon’s purple hair anywhere. Seokjin gave you an amused smile from right in front of the table where he was fixing the display of little trinkets.

“He’s in the back,” he informed you. You shut your eyes and groaned, swearing under your breath.

“That means I can’t avoid him, damn.”

“It’s okay, he should be leaving right when your shift starts in a few minutes anyway.”

“Thanks,” you said, patting Seokjin’s back as you walked past him and through the middle aisle to reach the door that led into the back room. You took a moment in front of it to get yourself ready before pushing it open and almost walking right into Namjoon himself.

“You’re here,” he said in lieu of a greeting. You forced yourself to smile at him while you nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah, just got in.” There was a pause and no one said anything, so you cleared your throat awkwardly. “Well, I’ll just…” You slipped past him, though the asshole didn’t even move and forced you to maneuver around his body to make sure you didn’t touch him at all. He said nothing as he left to go to the front of the store and you had to hold yourself back from screaming. You were already annoyed and you’d only been interacting with him for half a minute at most.

You logged into the system from the back computer and dropped your backpack into a small locker. You pulled your name tag out and pinned it to your t-shirt and sat in one of the metal chairs, pulling your phone out to scroll through your social media and text Hoseok a few irritated messages. By the time your shift officially started, you were sure Namjoon had to have left. You pocketed your phone and made your way out and toward the front, where you usually just sat at the front desk by the cashier while Seokjin restocked stuff.

You’d only been sitting for a few minutes, going over the checklist of items that you had to have finished before you locked up, when the little bell rang signaling someone had entered the store. You looked up, startled. Usually customers slowly trickled in later in the day, but you didn’t mind.

It was a boy with his head down, staring at his phone and his hood pulled up just enough to cover his face, earbuds connected in the jack on the bottom of his phone. You could see a bit of his nose poking out from his side profile as he walked past the front desk, not even acknowledging you. You frowned, but didn’t really care enough to want to start a conversation with anyone you didn’t know so early into your shift. You watched him walk around the aisles for a few moments before disappearing behind one and then you lost interest, turning back down to continue looking at what was and wasn’t marked on the checklist.

Soon enough, you heard someone approach you and you looked up from what you were doing and were startled again.

“You!” you shouted, making the boy’s eyes widen. He pulled his earbuds out of his ears and blinked a few times at you before you could tell he recognized you as well.

“Oh, hey,” he greeted, settling a few CDs down on the counter.

You smiled and started pulling them toward you to scan. “We bumped into each other earlier, do you remem—?”

“Yeah, you picked up my psych textbook for me,” he finished, sending you the cutest smile you’d ever seen in your life. Your heart did a little flip and you couldn’t help the way you kept smiling at him, biting at the inside of your cheek to try to tamper it down at least a little bit.

When you glanced up at him, you furrowed your brows at the bottom of his left cheek, right above his jaw. Was that blood? He seemed to notice where your gaze was focusing on and he touched it seemingly without thinking. “You alright?” you questioned, the curiosity eating at you; but he had also caught you staring, so you should probably ask something.

“Yeah, just a scratch,” he told you, drumming his fingers against the counter. A heavy atmosphere engulfed you along with the silence, and you licked your lips nervously.

“Do you usually come here?” you asked him quickly, with wide eyes. “I’ve never seen you in the store before.”

He scratched at the back of his neck before replying. “No, this is my first time coming here. I just transferred to this school for this semester, so I’m trying to find my way around.”

“Oh, nice,” you replied, starting to bag his items. “The school and area are really nice! I’ve been here since I started. I’m ____.” You smiled as you handed him the bag full of CDs and his smile widened as he took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours and making your stomach flip. He resembled a bunny and you could barely keep yourself from staring at him.

“Jungkook,” he replied, shifting on his feet a few times. “It was nice to meet you, ____. I’ll see you around school.”

You nodded eagerly. “Definitely! Don’t be a stranger if you see me around.” He smiled widely one last time and returned your nod with his own before he walked away from the front desk and out of the store, leaving behind a trail of butterflies in your stomach as you watched his back. He even had a nice back, damn.

Seokjin popped up from an isle and rushed to your side, a smirk plastered on his face. “So who’s that?”

You flinched, yelping loudly. You were thankful there were no other customers in the store to hear your reaction. You smacked his chest lightly with the back of your hand and gave him a blank look. “First of all, you scared me, you bitch.” He laughed at your nickname and pinched your arm in retaliation. “Second of all, I don’t know him that well, I just met him earlier today.”

Seokjin’s perfect eyebrow raised incredulously. “Are you sure? I could see your heart eyes from all the way over there.”

Your cheeks felt hot and you had to look away from him so he wouldn’t see them; from his ever apparent smirk, however, you were sure he caught your blush. “I’m sure. I just bumped into him after class.”

Seokjin hummed while he thought. “Well, he’s cute. And you definitely seemed to be interested in him. You should’ve asked for his number.”

“Seokjin!” you cried, attempting to punch his arm; he danced away from you quickly while he laughed loudly, stopping just out of arm’s reach of you. “I just met him! I’m not going to ask for his number, God.” You gnawed on your bottom lip for a few seconds before continuing. “Anyway, I just think he’s cute. I don’t know if I want to keep talking to him or not. I don’t know anything about him except that he apparently likes emo ass bands.”

He stared at you, the corners of his lips twitching, before he spoke. You knew it was coming, but you couldn’t do anything to stop him. “Better start listening to some Linkin Park, then.”

You smacked his shoulder while you hollered, his unique laugh echoing throughout the entire store. The rest of the day passed in similar fashion, with snide remarks thrown your way by Seokjin and you exclaiming loudly in annoyance and embarrassment.

When the time to leave came, you assured Seokjin he could leave first, since you knew he was excited to go and spend time with his friends at a party a few blocks away.

“Are you sure?” he asked, furrowing his brows.

“Yeah, I know you’ve been waiting for this party. You said your crush is there, right?”

Seokjin’s face lit up at the mention and you hid a smile behind the aisle between you while you put a few things back in place before completely closing the store.

“Yeah… But it’s like 8:30, I’ll stay and close up with you.”

“You really don’t have to,” you pushed, sending him a smile. “I’ve walked back alone hundreds of times, this time won’t be any different. I don’t live that far away.”

He gave you one of the dirtiest looks you’d ever seen. “Don’t lie to me, Hoseok usually picks you up. Actually, he usually bursts in and helps out while we get all our stuff ready to close. Is he not coming today?”

You clucked your tongue and shrugged. “He didn’t say he was, so I’m assuming he probably went to hang out with his music buddy or something after dance practice.”

Your coworker poked you with his finger, fake pouting at you. “Aw, are you jealous of Hoseok’s friend?”

You frowned and threw your head back dramatically. “Maybe.”

The two of you threw a few more jibes and jokes for the next few minutes, Seokjin refusing to leave your side. As you locked the front of the store with the manager key, you shifted your backpack on your shoulder.

“You really didn’t have to stay with me,” you told him. When you turned to look back at him, he was giving you a kind smile.

“I know. But I wanted to.” He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder while he led you down the sidewalk, the two of you going the same way for now; you didn’t actually live that far off from where he was heading. “Especially because you always go this way. You never know when someone might learn your routine!”

You rolled your eyes and shoved at him with your elbow playfully. “Shut up, oh my God. Don’t be so dramatic.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “You think this is dramatic?”

At his words, you rushed to correct yourself, holding out your arms in your own defense. “No, no! This is nowhere near dramatic. I didn’t mean to insinuate that you were being dramatic!”

He walked you a few more blocks, throwing pun after pun at you aggressively and you couldn’t help but laugh at his jokes and the way he told them. You really loved spending time with your coworker; you were glad that most of your shifts were spent with Seokjin instead of anyone else or—God forbid—Namjoon.

When you reached the end of the sidewalk a few blocks away, you had to wave him goodbye; he was going to continue straight and you were going to the right, towards your apartment. He offered to walk you back to your place, but you noticed the tapping of his hand against his thigh and you shrugged him off. You had no doubt that he was being sincere in his offer, but you didn’t want to keep him from his friends any longer when he was so excited to see them.

You pulled your phone out while you walked and began typing out your message to Hoseok.

[to hobi 8:48pm] — hey, you done with practice?

Staring at your screen was frustrating as you waited for a response, but it eventually came.

[from hobi 8:56pm] — shit — i totally forgot you finished work at 8 — want me to come pick you up?

You bit back a smile and sighed, sure he was having fun with his friend. You glanced up at the road ahead of you to see how much you had left to walk.

[to hobi 8:58pm] — nah — i’m almost back — like 10 minutes

You shoved your phone back in your pocket, cursing yourself for forgetting your earbuds earlier that day in your room when you were rushing to get ready for your class. You’d have to walk back in silence, which you absolutely hated. Boredom would creep up on you quicker than usual when you had no music to keep you entertained.

When you turned the corner, you caught a glimpse of a shadow from the corner of your eye. You took a quick glance and saw a silhouette right where you had just been walking. You had to calm your breathing, convinced it was just Seokjin’s earlier joke that had paranoid you tonight. As you walked, you strained your ears to listen and heard another pair of footsteps behind you. Your heart leapt up into your throat as you panicked, your pace quickening just a bit. You pushed your hands into your pockets, keeping one wrapped around your phone and the other around your keys, just in case.

You were sure you could hear the footsteps behind you quicken, enough so that you could very clearly distinguish the sounds of your own steps and the two second delay of the person’s behind you. Maybe it was a good thing that you’d forgotten your earbuds that day. You had to resist the strong urge to look behind you, too afraid whoever it was would try to do something if you looked at them. Your breathing grew ragged while you walked, ready to break into a run at any moment. Your heart lodged itself into your throat while your intestines tightened around your organs. Your footsteps echoed loudly and blood rushed in your ears, straining more than you’ve ever strained them to listen to the steps behind you, which were quieter than yours.

You quietly thanked whatever was looking out for you when you saw the crosswalk signal turn green. As you neared it, you broke out into a run to get to the other side of the street as it began to count down and you didn’t stop running, your feet pounding against the sidewalk as you neared your apartment building, only a few ways ahead of you and in your line of sight. You didn’t know if whoever was behind you was still there, and you were too frightened to look back as you stopped in front of the glass door, hurrying to unlock it. Your hands were shaking as you yanked your keys out, cursing under your breath while you found the right one, shoving it into the lock and turning it, pushing the door open after pulling your keys out.

You kicked the door shut behind you and sprinted to the stairwell, running up them quickly. You ignored the burning in your calves while you ran up the four flights to your floor, shoving the door to the floor open and jogging to your apartment’s door. You panted harshly, almost wheezing, as you shakily unlocked your front door and hurried inside, pushing it closed behind you and locking the door immediately. You rested your forehead against it for a few moments while you caught your breath, sweat making your hair stick uncomfortably against your neck. After your breathing returned to semi-normal, you moved away from the door and dropped your keys on the counter as you always did, taking off your shoes by the door before walking further into the apartment.

What if they followed you back?

You paused at the disturbing thought and took a glance toward your windows, which were covered by the blinds. Biting your lip, you walked over to them slowly and lifted one of the panels to peek outside.

You didn’t see anyone.

You let it drop back immediately and let out a relieved sigh, shaking your head and going into your bedroom down the hall, your roommate’s door shut. You were sure the person hadn’t been following you—you were probably just on edge from Seokjin’s joke and being alone in the dark.

You convinced yourself of that all night, going to sleep restlessly.

“I love watching you stuff your face,” Hoseok joked, his face betraying his annoyance. You raised your brow and began chewing with your mouth open to irritate him and he made a noise of disgust as he looked away from you.

“Shut it,” you replied instantly, shoveling more of the sandwich into your mouth. “I didn’t eat anything all day and my last class got cancelled so I’ve got time to just chill with you.”

He only hummed in response and you chose to ignore him, continuing to eat until your stomach didn’t feel like it was caving in on itself. You hadn’t finished your sandwich when you had an odd feeling, something prickling just under the skin of your neck and you turned your head but saw nothing.

Then you saw Jungkook, his hood drawn over his head and his eyes downcast, focused on the screen of his phone. His foot was tapping up and down repeatedly and you waited until he looked up from his phone, eyes meeting yours immediately.

A tingle shot through your spine.

“Jungkook!” you called loudly, making Hoseok flinch beside you. He looked over to where your line of sight was. You waved your arm above your head. “Come here!” You bit back the smile that threatened to overtake your expression as he pushed away from the wall of the building he’d been leaning against and started to make his way over to the two of you.

“Hey, ____,” he greeted softly with a smile as he neared the two of you, taking a seat on the grass beside you.

“You done with classes?” you asked him, licking your lips and hoping there weren’t any stray crumbs clinging to your skin from when you’d been eating like you were starved.

“Nah,” he replied with a sigh. “I left my last class early because I was so bored. I have another one in—” He cut himself off and glanced at his phone again. “—in about half an hour.” His big brown eyes lingered on your face and then dipped down to your mouth before he looked toward Hoseok and you could feel your cheeks flushing with heat.

“I’m Hoseok, her best friend,” the dancer said, breaking the tension that you felt swimming in your head. You couldn’t even convince yourself to face him, glance repeatedly finding their way to Jungkook’s face, shadowed by his hood.

“Jungkook. Nice to meet you.”

“How do you two know each other?” Hoseok asked, letting his gaze focus on you. “I’ve never known this one to be particularly social.”

Jungkook chuckled. “We recognized each other at the music store she works in the other day.”

“Ah,” Hoseok said, silence blanketing the three of you again. “I actually think I have to go, Yoongi’s been on my case about the choreography I asked him to help compose for.”

You immediately shot Hoseok a dirty look. “Am I your best friend or is he?”

Hoseok only winked in return as he gathered his things and left, waving and promising he’d see you later at the party. You sighed and shook your head, setting your sandwich back into the small ziplock bag and shoving it into your backpack.

“There’s a party?” Jungkook brought up, his face reflecting an interest as he watched you.

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling wide. “You should come! It’s tonight at the Theta frat’s house.”

Jungkook’s lips pursed for a second. “Isn’t it dangerous to go to a frat party alone?”

You cocked your head to the side. “What do you mean? There’s tons of people there.”

He shrugged and looked away from you almost shyly. “I’ve just been reading the news a lot and there’s been a lot of… incidents around here lately. I’m just worried.”

Your cheeks felt hot as he glanced back up and met your eyes again. “Th—there’s nothing to worry about!” You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “Plus, if—if you’re there, I—I wouldn’t have anything to worry about, would I?” Your heart was pounding and you couldn’t believe you’d just done that. Had you really just sort of vaguely asked Jungkook on a date to a frat party?

His pretty lips tugged into a shy smile, his own cheeks tinting pink. He coughed awkwardly into his hand and then nodded quickly. “Yeah, you’re—you’re right! If I’m there, you’d have nothing to worry about.” His smile was so big you weren’t sure how his cheeks weren’t aching and your own smile mirrored his.

The both of you started laughing, shy and flustered at the conversation that had just taken place between you.

When you lifted your head back up to look at him, his smile faded away and his eyes darted down to your lips. Your heart picked up speed and he raised his hand, reaching for your face. You were still as his palm cupped your jaw and your eyes were open wide, fingers trembling with desire as you watched his pupils dilate. His thumb brushed across the corner of your mouth and then you watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he dropped his hand away from your face, the drag of his fingers against your skin shooting tingles through you.

“There was, um—a crumb,” he said quietly, voice low and murmuring.

“Oh,” you breathed. The air was thick with tension and you bit your lip, ignoring the heat that shot through you when his eyes were drawn to the movement. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he replied immediately, eyes still focused on your lips.

“I, um, I have work,” you said dumbly, blinking through the haze of want. “I should go.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” he told you, leaning back onto his palms. “You shouldn’t be late.”

“Exactly,” you mumbled, swallowing and grabbing your backpack to sling over your shoulder. “I’ll see you later!”

“Yeah,” he said quietly as you made your way back to the sidewalk and began your trek to work now that Hoseok had ditched you. “Be careful.”

Most of your shift had been uneventful, as usual. You were supposed to be working with Seokjin again, but he had an “emergency"—not that you doubted him, of course—and you were now stuck with Namjoon for the entirety of your shift. Which was only another hour longer, thank God. If you had to listen to his complaints about how you cleaned and reshelved you were actually going to explode.

You were in the back of one of the furthest aisles, just wanting to be as far away from him as you could be, when the little bell signaling the door opening trilled. You just sighed, sure that Namjoon would get the customer’s attention and help them out while you restocked one of the albums in the back corner. You could vaguely here the two of them murmuring in the front and then silence.

"Hey, ____,” a soft voice whispered from beside you.

You barely choked back a scream and jumped a foot into the air. You looked to the side and saw Jungkook, smiling shyly with his hood up as usual.

“Jungkook!” You were surprised, eyes widening. “You’re back.”

“Yeah, I thought I'd—is it not okay for me to come?” he asked, suddenly quieter. His tone was worried and you bit back a smile at how adorable he looked, head cocked and brows furrowed with concern.

“It’s fine,” you whispered. “I hate working with Namjoon alone, so you are most definitely a bonus.”

Jungkook’s eyes were dark as he hummed, glancing back toward the register where Namjoon was doing manager things you were sure. “Why? Does he harass you or something?”

Your face scrunched up immediately. “What? No! He’s just a pain in the ass and gets on my nerves.” You didn’t notice Jungkook’s shoulders relaxing as he turned back to face you, your hands already fixing the albums to the right so you could fit more of the new ones from the box onto the shelf. “Anyway, what brings you here?”

He stepped closer. “You,” he murmured.

You furrowed your brows and angled your body toward his. “What do you me—”

His hands were pressing softly into your shoulders, backing you gently into the shelf as he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto yours. A shocked noise erupted from your throat and your eyes were wide as he pushed against you a little harder. You looked into his face and noticed his own eyes were open but lidded, pupils blown wide. He bit gently into your lower lip and heat pooled between your legs. You had to squeeze your thighs together as he pulled back, leaving your lips tingling.

When he was stood completely in front of you, his face was no longer impassive as it had been when he kissed you. He looked worried and insecure, eyes darting around and refusing to stay focused on your face. His hands dropped to his sides, but he stayed where he was standing.

“Was that—should I not have done that?” he asked quietly.

You needed to gather your bearings, blinking through the haze that his kiss had brought. “N-no, that’s not…” you trailed off, shyly pressing your hands to his chest and dragging them up to his shoulders slowly. You felt his body twitch under your fingers. “You should do it again,” you whispered to him, biting your lip and looking at him through your lashes.

He let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know he had been holding in. “Okay,” he agreed, leaning forward again and pressing his mouth to yours. His hands came back to your body as you wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging his fingers slowly across your ribcage, your shirt catching on his fingertips. He dug them into your waist, hard, and you had to swallow down a moan at the feeling as your back arched and your chest pressed further into his. He stepped even closer and your shoulder blades dug into the edge of the shelf as he kissed you harder, moving his lips against yours quicker.

You heard your name being called faintly and you snapped your eyes open, sliding your hands back down to Jungkook’s chest and pushing him away lightly. He pushed forward instead, biting down on your bottom lip hard. You held back the groan in your chest and shoved at his chest again. He got the message and pulled away, looking down at you with dark eyes, pupils dilated so wide that you could barely see the irises.

“Coming!” you called to Namjoon, who had thankfully not come looking for you for once. You turned back to Jungkook, who was still holding you close. He blinked a few times and pulled his hands away, stepping back to give you room to maneuver around him.

“I’ll, uh—” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, cheeks flushed and chest moving rapidly.

“See you at the party?” you asked hopefully.

He smiled widely and nodded his head, lifting his hand and scratching at the back of his neck. “Yeah, at the party. I’ll see you there.” He turned and left the aisle, fixing his hoodie from where it had slipped back a bit as he went. You waited only a few more moments before leaving the aisle yourself, fixing your hair and hoping that your lips weren’t too swollen as to give away what the two of you had been doing.

You braced yourself for Namjoon’s scoldings for the rest of the shift, sure that he found something to complain about in the span of a few minutes.

When you’d first left work, it had been before Namjoon. He wanted to close up the store himself and told you to go ahead; you didn’t need to be told twice, unwilling to dampen your mood anymore before the party. It didn’t take long for you to arrive, the party already in full swing when you walked through the threshold of the door and into the throng of people already getting smashed—in both connotations of the word.

To be honest, after the shift you’d had with Namjoon and Jungkook’s surprise visit, all you wanted to do was spot the boy once more and get your hands on him again. You had mentally cursed yourself for not getting his number before your abrupt departure earlier, since you now had no idea where he was or if he was still even coming.

You’d barely spoken to Hoseok and his other best friend, Yoongi, who had mumbled his introduction so lowly that you hadn’t even really heard him, when they came up to you after ten minutes of incessantly texting your best friend to come find you. The dancing was taking a very filthy turn in the makeshift “dance floor” of the frat’s house and Hoseok had ditched both you and Yoongi to go mingle and roll his body like the social butterfly that he was. You assumed Yoongi found it too unbearably awkward standing around with you, because he muttered something that got carried away with the music to you before leaving your side as well, leaving you alone once more.

Hands grabbed at your sides and you jumped, turning quickly and preparing to slam your palm against whoever it was that had gripped you. You met Jungkook’s alarmingly wide eyes and you smiled brightly.

“Jungkook!”

He smiled widely in return and removed a hand from your waist to gesture at his ear before nudging you along with the palm still pressed to you. The two of you quickly ended up in the kitchen, surrounded by a few others and a ton of drinks. It was a lot quieter here and you were able to finally hear anything besides the music pumping from the frat’s speakers.

“When did you get here?” you asked him, watching him grab a bottle from the counter top and drinking in the sight of his bare forearms, usually covered by his hoodies. He leaned against the counter top and gave you a small bunny-like smile.

“Not that long ago, actually. I had some stuff to do before coming,” he replied. He didn’t expand on what stuff and you hummed, leaning across from him on the island behind you full of snack bowls and more alcohol. He looked down and took a swig from his drink before meeting your eyes again. “How long ago did you get here?”

“Maybe an hour or so,” you chirped, raking in his tight shirt and how well his jeans were shaping his thighs. After the short exchange of small talk, the liquid courage seemed to be affecting Jungkook and he was slowly inching toward you until he had you between his body and the edge of the island in the kitchen. The proximity had left you breathless, his hand coming up to graze fingers across your forearm and tangling with your own fingers.

The bass of the music had already begun to dizzy you along with the smell of Jungkook’s cologne on your breath. He dipped forward and brushed his nose against yours softly. Your breath hitched and your lids dropped halfway as he shuffled closer and brushed his lips against yours, so close yet not close enough.

He pulled back and you chased his lips with yours, biting back a whine when he wouldn’t press his mouth to yours. “Maybe we should take this upstairs?” he asked with a smirk playing on his lips, hand finally gripping yours. You nodded eagerly, eyes drawn to how his teeth bit down into his bottom lip as he led you up the stairs toward the bedrooms.

When you two were walking through the hall toward the multitude of doors, he finally turned to press his lips to yours harshly. Jungkook’s hands were all over you, leaving trails of fire where his skin touched yours. Your mouth was hot against his, his tongue licking into your mouth and attempting to taste all of you.

He backed you into the foreign bedroom, ignoring the couples in the hallway as he kicked the door shut behind him. He turned the two of you quickly, pressing your back into the door roughly. You keened at the feel of the wood, arching your back and bringing your hands up to his shoulders, digging your fingers into his skin. He groaned against your lips and pulled away quickly, moving down to focus on your jaw. He nipped gently at your earlobe and then pressed kisses into your jawline. Halfway down your jaw he bit down hard, making you yelp.

“Jungkook, ow, that—that hurt,” you moaned, wincing at the feel of his teeth. He pulled back a little, lips still brushing against where he’d bitten you as he spoke.

“Sorry,” he murmured, pressing the flat of his tongue against the bite mark and then trailing his teeth gently over it. “You just taste so good.”

Heat pooled between your thighs and you hummed, pressing your chest into his as he continued his ministrations more gently this time. His hand moved down to the hem of your dress and he slid his fingers up softly from your knee. Shivers ran down your spine as he brushed his fingers up tantalizingly, barely brushing against your skin as they reached your thigh and he slid your dress up in his hand.

His fingers moved course to your inner thigh, pinching gently at the skin. You jumped and a brazen sound came out of your throat. You attempted to squeeze your thighs together in response, but Jungkook’s hand between your legs made that impossible.

“Uh-uh,” he mumbled, looking down at his hand. His fingers pressed against your clothed core, rubbing roughly against the fabric and making you keen. “You’re already so wet for me,” he said, pupils blown wide when he looked back up at you. He pulled his hand back and brought the other down to your thighs, placing his palms on the backs. “Up,” he commanded. You immediately did as he asked, arousal swirling and building in your belly as you hopped up and wrapped your legs around his hips, using his toned shoulders as a purchase.

He walked the two of you toward the bed slowly, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. His mouth was pressing hot kisses onto your collarbone, his tongue warm and his teeth sharp. “Jungkook,” you moaned, bringing your hands up into his hair and tugging him back. He looked up at you in a daze, eyes unfocused. “Jungkook, fuck me,” you whimpered, rocking yourself against him as he stilled.

“Fuck,” he swore, walking faster to the bed and completely dropping you onto it. You made a small noise as you bounced on the mattress after landing on your back. You sat up onto your elbows and Jungkook was immediately upon you, getting on the bed and towering over you, pressing his open mouth against yours again. “Get your dress off,” he growled, trailing his mouth down to your jaw and kissing down to your neck.

You hurried to do as he said, reaching back and undoing the zipper before you shimmied out of the piece, exposing your bare breasts to him. He stopped for a moment, marveling at the sight of your chest in front of him, and then he groaned and grabbed your dress where it was bunched up by your hips and tugged it down your legs. You heard the fabric tear, but you were so mesmerized by the boy in front of you that you didn’t care and just lifted your legs to help him get the dress off.

You grabbed at the hem of his tight shirt and tugged it up, revealing his toned stomach. He lifted his arms and you pulled it the rest of the way off, chucking the shirt somewhere off the bed. Jungkook leaned into your body, his chest pressing into yours and you shivered at the feel of his bare skin against yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, caging you into the bed with his arms. He pressed soft kisses into your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your palms on his back. He trailed one of his hands down your torso until he reached your panties. He shoved them down, huffing when they caught on your hip at an odd angle. Once they were sufficiently shoved away, he pressed the pads of his fingers against your slit and rubbed them up and down.

“Shit—Jungkook, please,” you whimpered, moving your hips against his fingers. He bit down on your neck hard, making you whine, and shoved two fingers inside of you at once. You keened loudly, the stretch of his fingers leaving a slight burn. He stopped his fingers when they were buried to the knuckle inside of you and he curled his fingers up. You knew he was looking for your sweet spot, his fingers searching along your walls.

“You’re so damn tight,” he grunted, finally finding what he was looking for. He rubbed his fingers into the rough patch, making you arch your back and moan loudly. He licked the spot where he’d bitten you. “When was the last time someone fucked you?” You didn’t answer and he pulled his fingers halfway out before shoving them back in roughly, making you cry out with pleasure as he aimed for your sweet spot. “Answer me.”

“A long time!” you whined, blinking through the stars and trying to move your hips along his thrusting fingers. “You’re the first in a while,” you panted.

“Good,” he mumbled into your skin. He wrapped his lips around the throbbing spot on your neck and sucked hard, pressing his teeth in lightly again. You moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure, the heat pooling between your legs and dirtying his hand encouraging Jungkook to continue his ministrations. “You’re all mine.”

You clenched around his fingers and bucked your hips up into his hand, his palm rubbing into your clit deliciously. “More, Jungkook, please—”

He dragged his tongue up your throat to a spot right behind your ear, where he pressed sloppy kisses into. Pressure was building in the pit of your belly, sparks of pleasure radiating from where his hand was focused on you. He seemed to have noticed your erratic movements and breaths and he pulled away, taking his fingers with him. You clenched around nothing and glanced at him hazily, whining loudly from the bottom of your throat.

“When you come, it’s going to be with my cock in your pussy,” Jungkook said gruffly, shifting up onto his knees. The arousal building in your belly heightened at his words and the shudder your body gave in response bordered on painful. He spread your thighs apart as he backed up on the bed, two of his fingers sticky with your juices as they dug into the heated flesh. The feeling of your own arousal smearing your skin and Jungkook’s clear focused eyes trained on you had your cheeks heating and slick dripping out of you.

“Jungkook,” you whimpered, aching for friction. He hummed in response and lowered himself onto his stomach, his face coming within inches of you. His breath fanned across you and you shivered, throwing your head back. He kept your legs parted as he moved forward, pressing his open mouth against your folds. His tongue pressed delicately against you, running up and down the slit. You screamed with ecstasy, the bass from the party music vibrating through your bones.

He pressed a chaste kiss against you and then started moving his mouth, pressing the flat of his tongue roughly into your folds. He lapped up your juices, lewd slurping noises filling the room and your ears. You couldn’t help yourself and brought your hands down into his dark hair, gripping it tightly in your hand. He groaned into you at the feeling and you followed with your own noise of bliss at the slight vibration. He moved up to your swollen clit, rolling it with the tip of his tongue teasingly. You were panting harshly, rocking your hips up into his face as the throngs of pleasure took hold of you. He pulled his tongue away for a second and before you could protest, he was sucking harshly and you couldn’t hold back the screams that spilled from your lips.

Jungkook pulled his mouth away from you with an obscene noise, smacking his wet and sticky lips together. You looked down your body at him and met his eyes, which were blown wide as he watched you. His tongue swiped across his lower lip, his mouth swollen a pretty dark pink and shining with your slick.

“Stop teasing me,” you begged, denied for the second time of your orgasm. It was becoming painful, the ache between your legs. Jungkook chuckled and then started to undo his pants as he sat up, kicking them off as he crawled back up your body. You heard the soft thud of the fabric hitting the floor as Jungkook leaned down to press his bare chest against yours again, his mouth pressing hastily into yours. Your hands slipped from his hair to his shoulders as you opened your mouth to allow him access.

He rolled his hips forward, his dick hard and hot where it nudged against your folds. Both of you groaned at the feeling and he continued to roll himself against you, your slick arousal coating the length of him as he pushed harder into you. Lost to your pleasure, neither of you could focus on kissing and instead were breathing heavily against each others’ lips. His mouth brushed against yours lightly with every rock of his hips, the bed creaking underneath your bodies.

“Fuck, have to be inside of you right now,” he grunted, his voice filled with urgency. He grabbed himself at the base with one hand, looking down your bodies as he rubbed the head of his dick up and down you. Your breath came out shaky as the wet noises and light stimulation caught up with you.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and he cursed under his breath. “I need you inside me, Jungkook, please—please I need it,” you panted.

He paused, one arm beside your shoulder and the other still gripping himself. He was still nudging gently against you as he looked up at you with a glint in his eyes. “Yeah?” he baited breathlessly. “You need it? Tell me how much you need my cock.” You bit your bottom lip, only needing a second to know he was serious. He was holding himself still, barely pressing against you with any significant force. His chest and neck were flushed a beautiful shade of red and you could see how tense and taut the line of his shoulders and arms were; you wondered how he could have the self-restraint to keep still like this when you were splayed out under him, for him.

“I need it so bad, Jungkook,” you started, feeling the heat of your flushing skin spreading to your ears and throat. “I want your cock so bad, I need to feel you inside me, I want—I want you to fill me up with your cock, please—” You could feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you begged for his dick, begged him to fuck you, and it only added another thick layer of arousal that glazed over your mind and body.

He swore loudly, pushing the head of his dick into you hurriedly. It pushed through your folds and you clenched immediately, feeling like you could come right then and there. You whimpered loudly as you arched your back. He kept shuffling closer until he was completely sheathed inside of you.

“Your pussy is so tight, just for me, isn’t that right?” he asked roughly, voice strained with the effort to stay still as he waited for you to adjust to the intrusion. He leaned down and peppered kisses across your cheeks and mouth and chin, mumbling praises into your skin.

“Yes,” you gasped, clenching tightly around him. “Just for you, just for you.”

“That’s right, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He rolled his hips into you, eliciting a strangled moan and he nipped your chin as he pulled out a little bit and shoved back in. “You’re so wet I barely had to prep you, I bet I could’ve just slid right in,” he continued, voice thick with arousal. He leaned down until his bare chest was pressing you down into the mattress as he started to piston in and out of you, starting a bruising pace.

You moaned wantonly as his dick dragged against your walls, the natural curve fitting inside of you just right. Every few thrusts had the head nudging against the rough patch of your sweet spot and your orgasm was building quickly.

“Jungkook,” you whined. “That feels so good, oh m—my God—”

“Fuck you’re such a good little bitch for me,” he grunted, shoving himself into you harder and faster. He brought one hand down between your bodies to push the pads of his slippery fingers into your swollen clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, leaving you a brazen mess under his touch. It didn’t take long for you to see stars, the denial from earlier adding fuel to the fire in the pit of your stomach. Your toes curled as you clenched like a vice around his dick while it moved in and out of you, his fingers moving relentlessly on your clit. Your orgasm hit you with a force you’d never felt before, leaving you panting for air and trembling.

He kept rolling his hips in and out of you, helping you ride out the aftershocks of pleasure that continued to sprout in your veins. Soon, however, the seeds of pleasure turned into painful little spikes where the two of you were joined.

“J-Jungkook, it hurts—” you cried weakly, your body moving in time with each snap of his hips into yours.

He shushed you gently, rubbing soft circles on your clit. “I know you can take it, can’t you? You’re so good for me, you were made to take it, weren’t you?” Through the thin haze of pain, arousal stirred in your belly and between your thighs again. You whined from the back of your throat and shuddered. Jungkook pressed a loud smacking kiss against your mouth. “It’ll feel good again, I know you can come for me again, baby.” You squeezed your thighs against his hips as tight as you could and soon you were clenching around him and writhing with pleasure again. Tendrils of blissful ecstasy ran through your limbs from where he was shoving in and out of you and you shut your eyes, face screwing up.

Jungkook moved his lips against yours languidly as he snapped his hips into yours as hard as he could, curses spilling from his lips and into yours. His thrusts were no longer well timed and melded into a mess of sporadic rocks into you, barely pulling out as he pushed into you roughly. He bit down on your lip and you keened loudly at the sudden spike of pain. It was just enough to tip you over the edge again, your second orgasm more intense than the first. Tears spilled to your cheeks from how hard you squeezed your eyes at the pleasure blossoming in your lower abdomen and between your thighs.

Jungkook bit down harder on your lip as he slowed his thrusts into you, come spurting out and against your walls. He rolled his hips lazily into you a few more times as his teeth broke skin and the metallic taste of copper slipped into your mouth. He panted brokenly against your lips as his hips came to a stop inside you, his come filling you up so completely that you could already feel it dripping out of you even though his dick was still nestled inside of you.

He pulled out slowly and kissed you harshly, the taste of your blood mixing on your tongues. You could feel his seed dripping out of you and onto the bed sheets, which were completely soiled from the both of you. When he pulled back, his lips were puffy and red and he looked down at his come slipping down to the bed.

“You look so good like this, fucked and completely mine,” he muttered, fixated on the way it was drenching you. “I almost don’t want to clean you. Look how dirty you’ve made me and the bed.”

Your cheeks flushed with humiliation. You swallowed and attempted to close your legs, the sticky feeling cooling and beginning to dry against your skin. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, running your tongue across where it was throbbing, glad that there wasn’t any blood coming out of your lip anymore—you were going to look like you’d gotten in some kind of fight later.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Jungkook cooed, leaning forward and pressing his puckered lips to your forehead as you started to sit up on the bed. “It’s just me that’s seeing it and you look beautiful like this, stuffed full of my come and flushed.” His words only stirred the butterflies fluttering in your belly, your flesh coloring even darker. “No one else will ever see this,” he murmured, kissing your cheek tenderly before backing away and getting off the bed. Your brows furrowed slightly at his words but you ignored the weird feeling in the back of your mind as you watched him grab some tissues from the dresser on the other side.

When he came back to your side on the bed, he made swift work of moving your legs how he wanted so he could clean you as best he could. You continued to stare at him as he finished up, tossing the tissues into the trash beside the bed. When he finished and set it back down, he nudged you back onto the bed and then he flopped over beside you, the both of you still bare and sweating. He tugged the blanket out from underneath your bodies and covered both of you, curling into your side and nuzzling his nose into your neck as his arm wrapped around your nude waist.

“Jungkook, we can’t just sleep here,” you chuckled, wiggling under the weight of his arm.

“Yes we can,” he chirped, blinking his eyes open to look at you. Up close he was even more startlingly beautiful than before, his eyes wide and doe-like and his lips puckering perfectly around every word. “I have a buddy in this frat, Taehyung, and this is his room. He never comes back to his room during parties.”

You hummed and let Jungkook cuddle closer to your body. You really should get up, go back to your apartment, or at least text Hoseok. But Jungkook’s body was invitingly warm beside yours and petals blossomed in your veins where his skin grazed yours. You let your eyes flutter shut, lulled to sleep by the soft puffs of Jungkook’s breathing on your neck.

When you woke, Jungkook’s arm was still wrapped snugly around your body. You squinted over at your phone on the nightstand, grabbing it and blanching at the time. You still had a few hours left, but your shift was sadly the morning one this time around and you needed to shower and eat before heading down to your job.

You lifted Jungkook’s arm by his hand gently, scooting to the edge and placing it back down on the mattress as slowly as you could. You licked your dry lips and wrinkled your nose as you scoured for your clothing, slipping your panties on over your sore legs and wiggling back into your dress. With your phone in hand, you quietly made your way to the door and took one back look at Jungkook’s sleeping form before leaving the room and shutting the door silently.

Your shift had been uneventful, as it always was. Barely anyone came in and you were just idly sitting behind the cash register as Seokjin organized the shelves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out to check since there were no customers and no Namjoon to bite your head off.

[from unknown 10:01am] — hey :)

You stared at the screen blankly, unsure of who was texting you or if you should even reply.

[from unknown 10:04am] — this is jungkook, btw — hope u don’t mind i got ur number!

Your face lit up and you could hear Seokjin make an interested noise as he came to stand behind the register with you.

[to jungkook 10:05am] — oh hey! :) — yeah, thats fine

You clicked the contact information and added him to your contacts quickly. When you opened his chat thread again, there were a couple of messages waiting for you.

[from jungkook 10:05am] — u were gone when i woke up… — everything still good?

[to jungkook 10:06am] — yeah, sorry abt that — i have the early shift today — had to leave :(

“Who’s Jungkook?” Seokjin piped. You slammed your phone down onto the counter and willed your blush away as you looked back at the man. You could feel your phone vibrating but you slipped it back into your pocket to avoid more of Seokjin’s inevitable teasing.

“It’s that guy from last time,” you mumbled, cheeks warm. Seokjin proceeded to “Ooo” and poke your sides as you tried to wave him away. You were laughing and yelped as he jabbed his finger into your waist when the door’s tiny bell rang and your attention was directed there.

A familiar figure walked in, donned in the usual hoodie. “Jungkook!” you breathed, smile still plastered across your face. Jungkook’s answering smile was tight and his eyes trailed lower down your body. You could feel your skin flush in response, remembering the night before, and Seokjin’s hands detached from your body. He stayed behind you as Jungkook came up and leaned onto the counter top.

“Hey,” he replied, voice infinitely more soft as he focused on you.

“What brings you here?” you asked.

“Just missed you,” he quipped. His eyes darted back to your coworker before he lowered his voice, tone husky. “Missed how you taste.” His voice wasn’t quiet enough and you knew Seokjin heard him when the man coughed behind you and cleared his throat, muttering something about going to the back.

You nodded confirmation that you’d heard him and shifted awkwardly where you stood. Jungkook’s eyes followed Seokjin as he went until he disappeared from view behind the aisles of CDs and vinyl records. The boy’s big beautiful eyes landed on you again and you shivered at the intensity, the same intensity he’d shown you when his hands had been all over you the night before. His hand reached out toward yours, which were resting on the top of the glass counter showcasing some tiny trinkets. His finger gently traced over yours, starting at the knuckle and trailing up to your fingertip and you bit down on your lip.

Jungkook’s eyes stayed focused on your face as he caressed your hand. His gaze dropped to where you were gnawing on your bottom lip, where there was still a noticeable cut and slight swell to it. He licked his lips as he saw the mark he’d given you just hours ago.

“You’re lucky Namjoon isn’t the one working with me today,” you told him cheekily, sticking your tongue out as you withdrew your hand from in front of him. He merely hummed, lips puckering into the cutest pout you’d ever seen while he watched your hand slip from under his fingers. “He’d be so pissed if you came to loiter and I’d hear so much shit about it afterwards.”

Jungkook’s lips tugged up into a smile. “Hey! I’m not loitering!”

You couldn’t bite back the smile any longer and let it consume your expression, eyes crinkling with the width of it. “Then what would you call what you’re doing right now? It’s totally loitering!”

The boy in front of you raised a brow, expression shifting into something cocky. “Loitering is standing around without an apparent purpose. I clearly have a purpose in being here.”

You almost didn’t want to ask what the purpose was, seeing as the answer was quite obvious. But the way he looked at you was begging for you to ask, his eyes sparkling and full of mirth. “And what is said purpose, Jungkook?”

“To see you,” he answered softly, expression changing again into a gentle smile and crinkled eyes as he looked at you. You looked down immediately, covering your burning face with your hands. You could hear him chuckling softly, his laughter light and higher-pitched than you thought it would be. “Hey,” he prompted, getting your attention again. “Do you guys have any CDs for The Bravery?”

You dropped your hands slowly and had to think for a bit, the name of the group not immediately coming to mind. “Hold on, let me check,” you muttered, turning toward the desktop computer on the other end of the counter and looking up their name. “Oh, we do, but they’re probably in the back since there’s only two. I’ll go get it for y—”

Jungkook cut you off quickly, smiling brightly. “No worries, I’ll just go get one. Your coworker is back there right? What was his name again?”

“Seokjin,” you supplied. “Uh, yeah, that’s fine then. My shift is supposed to end in a few minutes anyway. My stuff’s all up here, so—”

“I can walk you out after. I’ll only be a little while.” He waved jokingly to you as he walked toward the back door, broad back disappearing behind the shelves. You licked your lips and squeezed your legs together at the memory of the skin of that back under your hands, shaking the thought out of your head.

The clock struck eleven soon after and you started to grab your stuff, taking off your name tag and slipping it into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder. You looked at the time on your phone and huffed, wondering what was taking the two boys so long to find the CD and come out of the back room.

Jungkook finally appeared, popping out from between the two shelves and giving you a bright smile as he came up to stand beside you. “I can walk you out,” he said, gesturing for you to go in front of him.

“Oh, I’m just waiting for Seokjin to let him know I’m leaving first,” you replied, craning your neck and wondering where said boy was.

Jungkook placed a hand on your shoulder, sliding it down to rest on your shoulder blade. “He told me to tell you to go ahead first, actually,” he continued. “He’s still sorting some stuff that fell over while we were back there.”

You furrowed your brows. That was odd; Seokjin never told you to go without seeing him first. “Oh, okay.” As the two of you walked over toward the door, you turned to Jungkook. “Did you find the CDs?”

His lips pulled into a frown. “No, it must have been misplaced or something.”

“Damn, I’m sorry,” you pacified quickly.

He smiled and shrugged, reaching out to hold the door open for you. “It’s fine, I can just come back some other time for it.” You sighed and took a step out, turning back to smile at him for holding the door open. You caught sight of his hand as he followed after you and you gasped, surging forward and grabbing at said hand.

“Oh my God, are you okay? What happened?” you asked as you examined the red cuts on his knuckles. They still looked kind of fresh and you looked up at him with concern.

His eyes were wide as they met yours, pulling his hand away and pink dusting his cheeks. You realized you’d stepped right into his space, pressing your side almost completely against his chest in your haste to check his knuckles. Your own cheeks felt hot and you mumbled an apology as you stepped away from him.

“I’m fine,” he answered you quietly, shoving his hand into his pocket and wincing as the fabric must have slid roughly against the broken skin. “Me and my frat buddy Taehyung—I told you about him right?” You nodded and he went on, stepping forward and pressing the palm of his hand to your back. “We were messing around this morning when he came back and it got a little rough.” At your worried look, he sent you a blinding smile. “It’s really fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll walk you home.”

You bit your lip and nodded your affirmation as he led you down the sidewalk with his hand on the small of your back. The entire way to your apartment, you felt safe beside him, for once not feeling like there were eyes following your every move from afar.

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