#i shore do love having the urge to be a complete asshole. i love it /s

[gongedtornado]

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[kooktrash]

summer bummer, baby | jeon jungkook [1 of 2]

summary: summertime is supposed to be a time of easy living and that’s what you were hoping for when you signed up for an extra credit program cleaning up the shores of Busan and staying in a luxurious beach house. what you didn’t sign up for was to live with Jungkook, a failed talking stage who you’ve avoided for the past few months. despite having a slight disliking toward each other you find yourselves be by pulled back into each other throughout your stay. the only question that remains is if this is just going to be a summer thing or something more.

TWO PART SERIES

➢ genre/au: enemies to lovers/beach read. jungkook x y/n [afab she/her]

➢ 12.6k words

warnings: soft e2l. smüt with plot. beach foreplay. handsy sunscreen scenes. oral [f and m]. händjob. cünnilingus [face sitting] heavy makeout and groping. jealous jk. jealous y/n. jk is a soft tsundere [v antisocial and cold except to y/n —mostly]. love bites. jk almost gets into a fight over y/n. y/n meets jk’s family. future smüt

What started as excitement had turned to complete disgust the second your eyes locked with his but it is at least fair to say that he’s feeling the same.

It was supposed to be a summer at the beach spending your days in a summer house and meeting hot guys, not spending two months with the biggest asshole you’ve ever met. You aren’t even sure how exactly this happened but you do know that you should have prepared for the worst. You were in the same environmental science class, for fuck’s sake. You both knew about this summer job but because you refused to speak to each other you didn’t know you would actually be living together.

“Alright, Professor Choi’s been kind enough to rent out his beach house to you all for the summer,” your student-teacher Jin, started speaking once the charter bus came to a stop in beach suburbia, “I understand you’re all adults but let’s not forget the reason you’re here. This is being sponsored by the University and there is zero tolerance for misbehavior so let me go over some rules.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you stared out the window hearing your professor list off rules.

‘No parties—outside guests are allowed but not past capacity.’

‘No illegal substances permitted whatsoever, no destruction of property unless you’re ready to pay for whatever is broken out of pocket.’

‘If you miss a shift, provide a notice at least three hours prior and if you miss too many back to back you’ll pay your own trip back to Seoul and there will automatically be a deduction in your attendance record as part of the credit program.’

“Wow, this is school away from school, how am I supposed to get laid in this quick paced environment?” Jimin joked as he nudged Jungkook’s arm playfully. He barely reacted as he stared out the window waiting for the moment to get out of this hot bus.

“Yes Mr. Park, that’s the point,” Jin said, sending him a glare, “You’re here because you applied to get extra credit, not a vacation for you to get ‘laid’.”

Jimin lifted a hand to his forehead as if saluting the professor and it made Jungkook crack a smile when he rolled his eyes and continued.

“Mr. Kim! Question,” another student, Hoseok, raised a hand, “So if we were to want to… get laid? Can we do that in the house or do we gotta do it on the beach? Or is it absolutely prohibited to de-stress after a hard day’s work picking up trash?”

An eruption of light laughter filled the bus as the student-teacher’s eye twitched in annoyance. Even you managed to laugh a little at that guy’s fair question. The student-teacher only glared at him, “Get off the bus, I’m tired of you all.”

“Wanna room together?” The girl you’ve spent the last four hours on the back of a bus asked as everyone began to line up to get off. You’re actually kind of surprised Sora would want to room with you after how awkward you’ve been. To be fair, you’ve done very little talking since this morning when you arrived at campus waiting for the shuttle bus and spotted no other than Jeon Jungkook, that was enough to ruin your mood. So it took you by surprise that she still wanted to room with you. With that in mind, you gave a subtle nod to her question and she smiled.

You both joined the others outside trying to get your suitcases out but you refused to get closer. Jungkook was one of the ones helping everyone get the luggage out of the compartment on the side of the bus you weren’t going to get close to him—except till he pulled out your suitcase looking around to see who would take it. Your eyes met as you practically snatched it out of his hands without a thank you and turned away.

Jungkook was more annoyed than he let on. He didn’t even look fazed by the fact that you were coming, acting indifferent but inside he was punching the air. He’s had to spend two semesters with you and now he can’t even catch a break over the summer? He gets that this was some extra credit program but why did you have to be here? It’s not that he completely hates you, it's just awkward.

The two of you had a failed talking stage a couple months back because you were both too flakey and immature. Since then it’s just been annoying to see each other. You texted enough to know a good amount about each other and that’s why it’s so weird, nothing ever came out of your talking so now anytime you see each other it’s just a reminder that you’re practically strangers who know too much about each other.

“I’m so happy we’re gonna be living with hot girls this summer,” Jimin whispered once they passed Jin as he unlocked the front door. It was a large white house with light beige accents like the doors, garage, trimming, etc. It also had large glass windows and it was just huge, like a scene out of a movie.

There were eight of you in total and aside from you, Jungkook didn’t know the others that well. He’s met the three other guys a couple times but not enough to be close friends with them. They all attended different lecture times for the same class so it makes sense that he’s not familiar with everyone else and on top of that the ‘supervisor’ here is the student teacher who’ll be staying in the guest house just next door all on his own so he doesn’t even count.

Despite being in college there are still rules in this house—it’s your professor’s beach house after all—and it’s Jin’s job to make sure everything happens smoothly. He’s practically a babysitter who directed you all down the halls of your bedrooms.

Jungkook didn’t mind the rules and the place was big enough that he could find a private spot for himself but he did have to find a roommate and his best luck is Jimin, so it’s best he plays nice.

“I guess,” was all he said in response to Jimin’s statement following everyone else into the house. The place was amazing and everyone clearly thought so, Jungkook now knew what his tuition money was used for at least.

The interior of the house looked like a typical modern style with light color and there were four bedrooms but only three will be used for all eight students. It sounded cramped but the bedrooms were huge and the girl’s room was specifically split into two separate rooms that were connected by a bathroom and large closet they could all share. The boys had two separate bedrooms but much smaller and aside from the two rooms there was an entertainment room too. Overall, the house was amazing and that’s without going into detail about the main level.

Once everyone had split to unpack their bags is when the real conversations started.

“Why are they all so hot?” One of the girls, Mirae, started saying. All four of you were all in the vanity area unpacking your things in the closets.

“My favorite is Jimin,” Sora pointed out as she took out folded clothes from her suitcase, “But I’ll admit Jungkook is really fucking hot.”

“I agree, he’s not usually my type but it’s hard to ignore a guy that looks like that,” The fourth girl, Jia, said with a laugh. Great, you thought, feed the guy’s ego even more.

“What about you, Y/n? Anyone you think is hot?” Sora asked but you only shrugged.

“I haven’t gotten a good look at them.”

You were tired of this conversation and so was Jungkook, who was having an awfully similar one.

“Come on, you’ve got to think at least one of these girls is hot,” Hoseok said as they all gathered in Jungkook and Jimin’s bedroom. It’s the third time they’ve asked Jungkook what he thinks about you and the others but he hasn’t said anything.

He’s not going to tell them the hottest person is you and he’s got two reasons for it. One, he’ll never admit that he’s physically attracted to you ever again, second, if he says it he has no doubt in his mind that the guys will bring it up around you. Yeah it’s awkward and he dislikes you slightly but he’s also not blind. You’re his type and even if he has a distaste toward you that doesn’t change your looks.

“They’re okay,” he said with a simple shrug as he tried paying his attention on unpacking his clothes while the others talked.

“Well Y/n is hot,” the fourth guy, Jisoo, spoke up from his seated position on the floor next to his roommate, Hoseok.

“Yeah, I agree,” Jimin said, adding on to the conversation happening around Jungkook as he focused on what he was doing instead. Hoseok made sure to tell everyone he thought the same and the only one who stayed quiet was Jungkook.

For the first night you and Jungkook were able to avoid each other well enough to not have to speak to each other once. Jin had gone out of his way to buy the first round of groceries for the house and you all went out for dinner. When you came back you went straight to your room knowing tomorrow you would have to start working.

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It was basically a paid school trip for you all. The main reason why you did it was for the extra credit but living on a beach for two months and getting paid for it wasn’t so bad. Your professor had proposed the idea to all of his class hours months ago. It was part of some project to keep oceans clean and he was a part of a few nonprofit organizations that did things like this but this time around you would be paid. You weren’t going to be making a crazy amount of money but enough to support yourselves while here for two months.

He made it a blind raffle sort of thing where everyone who applied for the program got put into a raffle that one of the board members would choose and you still find it bizarre that both you and Jungkook managed to get chosen.

Now you’re both waiting in the living room for Hoseok to come downstairs so the three of you could go to your first shift of the week.

“Okay, I’m here! I couldn’t find my sunglasses,” Hoseok said as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, “Are we walking or driving?”

“Doesn’t matter,” both you and Jungkook said at the same time.

“Let’s driving then, who wants to driv—“

“Me.” Once again you said it at the same time and it was hard to ignore now as you glared at each other.

“Jungkook can drive,” you gave in and said. Despite living on the beach the section you were at was more secluded than where the public usually stayed near the boardwalk. Your professor worked with beach organizers and that’s how you all got the jobs for the summer and today was your first day.

The organizer explained what you would be doing today and it was fairly easy. You would be picking up trash, setting out chairs or umbrellas, making sure no wildlife that appears on shore gets interrupted by beach goers.

You were trying to set the umbrellas up right now since it was early enough that not that many people were here yet and it let you all do morning duties first. Jungkook stood behind watching the way the wind picked up the ends of your hair and smacked it back into your face with a little smug smile. He could tell you were getting flustered but he just finished setting out chairs with Hoseok so he was taking a little break.

“Oh my god,” you groaned in frustration, flipping your hair out of your face for what felt like the billionth time, trying to get this stupid pole to click into place. Behind you, you could hear a little chuckle and immediately you turned to glare at the culprit—or culprits.

“You should’ve worn your hair up,” Hoseok joked as he came to help you but Jungkook stayed behind still laughing a little. You rolled your eyes as you let him take over watching Jungkook come over to help too.

“I don’t have a hair tie,” you told him, “And you guys have watched me struggle and just now decided to help?”

“It was funny,” Jungkook muttered, making you scoff. Of course the first thing he says to you is about how funny it was to watch you struggle. Up close now you had to force yourself to look at his face only but when he’s wearing a blue t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the beach’s name displayed on the front it was hard to look anywhere but at his tattooed arm. You understand why all the girls are thirsting for him and at one point you did too.

“Funny?” You questioned.

“That’s what I said,” Jungkook told you as he and Hoseok finished what you couldn’t do. You didn’t pull your gaze away from his because that’s what he wanted and you were set on making him look away first. Neither one of you said anything and he knew it was because you were biting your tongue.

“Your face is funny,” you finally said immediately regretting it after how immature it made you sound. He was just annoying you. He didn’t talk to you at all yesterday and today he had the nerve to laugh when you were clearly struggling? There were tons of things you could’ve said instead that wouldn’t make him laugh like he is now.

Jungkook raised a questioning brow as he stood in front of you, having to look down now, “You can do better than that, say what’s on your mind.”

If you really wanted to say what was on your mind you would be here forever. You could start with the fact that he’s arrogant and an asshole. You could say that it’s not fair that he basically put all the blame on you for why you didn’t go out. You could point out that he thinks he’s better than everyone and that he feels like he could do whatever he wants which is so annoying. You could say that the reason you bailed on your first date is because you saw him with another girl the night before. You could tell him that every time he looked at you in class you would get annoyed looking at his stupid pretty face—but you won’t. You won’t say any of that because you have to live with him for two months.

You’re not sure how either of you had become so blissfully unaware of the third party there as Hoseok’s eyes darted between you two like he was watching a game of ping pong. He was just a little confused and so he asked, “Are you two into each other or something? I’m sensing a lot of sexual tension here. Like a little hatefuck moment.”

“What the fuck!” Jungkook nearly choked on his own spit as he took a huge step away from you, “No, we’re not. We just—it’s not what you think. I, Y/n—we, we don’t like each other.”

Hoseok lifted a suspicious brow before letting a smile adorn his face, “Alright I get it. You loathe each other—but you could’ve fooled me.”

“Whatever,” you muttered under your breath, turning away from them so they wouldn’t see the way your face flushed like Jungkook’s.

Jungkook watched you move to sit under the umbrella reaching into your bag for a bottle of sunscreen. You poured some into your palm before running it over the length of your thigh. You wore the tiniest pair of denim shorts he’s ever seen and a blue shirt like his but more fitted. He could see your bikini top straps peeking out from the neckline and he wondered what kind of bathing suit you had on underneath.

Your legs looked so smooth and the way you had them posed in front of you had his eyes following the way your hands caressed them.

He didn't realize how engrossed he was in watching you until a flying object came and hit his shoulder, hard. Jungkook whipped around rubbing at where he was hit, “What the fuck?”

“You look like you needed some,” Hoseok said as he nodded toward where you were, clearly catching Jungkook sort of checking you out. With a smack of his lips in annoyance Jungkook picked the bottle off the sand and looked back to you to make sure you didn’t see that.

You glared at both of them catching Jungkook’s eyes again and lifted a middle finger at him. With a roll of his eyes he flipped you off and turned away, you just annoyed him.

The rest of your shift went without a hitch and you needed a desperate shower after but Hoseok had other ideas. When you got back to the house he proposed a beach day and with the sun beating down on your back you did not turn down getting in the salt water.

“People are disgusting,” you had told Sora when you all headed back down to the beach for a swim, “They will literally litter anything, no wonder our oceans are polluted.”

“So you basically just picked up trash?” She asked as you both shimmied out of your shorts.

“Mostly,” you told her, tugging off your shirt, “It wasn’t bad and there were so many hot guys on the beach.”

“Like Jungkook?” Sora asked, pointing in his direction as he headed down to the shore, already letting his toes sink into the wet sand, feeling the tide rush toward him. You looked at him for a moment seeing him without a shirt and it was clear he’s updated his workout regime since the last time you talked about it months back.

But who cares?

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Jungkook was able to ignore you for the most part. Aside from the first day at work he hasn’t really seen you too much. You both have only worked twice since then and because you’re on a set rotation to make sure everyone works the same amount, you haven’t seen each other that much.

Not that he minds, it’s just something he’s noticed.

He doesn’t pay attention to everything you do but you’ve got a weird relationship, alright? Of course you’ve spent the last couple of months avoiding each other but there’s a very valid reason for that.

The first time the two of you talked, you completely hit it off. You had been assigned to do a project together in the same class as the one where you joined this summer camp for. You met up in the library mostly, but you had this light banter that would go on between you that was clearly flirty, it wasn’t until after presenting your research on the destruction of the Ozone layer that you really started texting.

You were talking all the time and sometimes the conversations would drift a little too far into dating territory and you just realized you were different in some ways. Jungkook likes texting all the time whereas you could go hours without responding. He’s been in about the same amount of relationships as you and you both had been in that hook up only phase. When you did decide to try going on a date the first time he flaked but it wasn’t intentional. He had to work that night and had completely forgotten that when he agreed on a date.

The second time, you both sort of flaked after attempting to reschedule the first one. He’s not sure if you had gotten fed up with trying to find an available time to get drinks but it just wasn’t working out. You both had finally decided on a Saturday but when the day came neither of you said anything. He had been waiting for you to reach out first since he had been blowing up your phone about it the night before. You had been waiting for him to reach out first and confirm the plans since he’s the one who canceled last time. Clearly neither one of you put in the effort to make it happen so it never did.

Then, the final time you attempted to get drinks together was about three weeks later. After the second time you cut back on how much you talked but when you got back to talking like normal and set a date you ended up blowing him off completely. You didn’t even show up so clearly he was bothered by that enough to ask you about it.

You had a tiny argument over it and it just made you both realize that if it was this hard to go one just one date then you clearly weren’t working for each other and that pursuing anything past a friendship wasn’t going to happen. Of course that then made the friendship itself awkward and in the end you avoided each other.

Now he’s stuck in a house with other guys with one who seems to be clearly interested in knowing more about you.

“I’m just saying,” Jisoo said as all four guys sat outside on the deck facing the beach, “Y/n is hot, like mysterious hot since she doesn’t talk to anyone.”

“She talks to Jungkook,” Hoseok pointed out, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

“That’s because we have class together,” Jungkook said, trying not to give out too much information. He doesn’t need any of them asking questions. Besides, it’s only been a week, how do they expect you to be cool with everyone right away? He’s not defending you, he’s just being realistic, plus Hoseok is still going based off what he saw the first day of work.

“Really?” Jisoo asked, “Are you guys friends? I haven’t seen you guys talk? Did you guys date or something? It seems like you hate each other, tell me something about her.”

“Jesus,” Jimin laughed, “Obsessed much?”

Jisoo groaned, “I can’t help it. She’s so hot, have you seen her in those bikinis?”

Jungkook felt his jaw clench but he hid the action behind a glass bottle of beer as he muttered, “You’re not her type.”

“What?” Jisoo asked, clearly catching what he said. Jungkook just looked him over with a shrug, “I said you’re not her type.”

“So what is?”

Me.

… is what he would have said if he was crazy. It’s not like he’s wrong, when the two of you were talking you had tons of conversations about ideal types and how you fit each other’s even though it didn’t work out. Aside from his looks you liked that he had a sense of humor but never pushed it too far. You liked that he was calm but also knew how to get loud and have fun. You liked that he was able to have serious talks with you along with lighthearted ones. You had the same sense of humor, even similar MBTIs, so yeah, he’s still your type even if there are no feelings anymore.

Jisoo? He’s loud, obnoxious, arrogant, and rude—all of the things you can’t stand. Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if you already had a disliking toward the guy after one week of knowing him, but it’s not like it matters to him.

So, once again he shrugged his shoulders looking off to the beach to avoid giving Jisoo an answer he wouldn’t like. He knows he’s probably getting on the guy’s nerves but he couldn’t care less. He already annoyed him enough by hearing Jisoo talk about your body and looks since the first day so he doesn’t care if the guy knows he doesn’t like him.

Like he said earlier, Jungkook doesn’t care much about you anymore but he does care that Jisoo can so freely say whatever he wants about you and expect Jungkook to help him out with you.

Fed up with Jisoo’s attempt at locker room talk, Jungkook stood abruptly and went through the glass sliding door to the living room. Just then, you and the others came through the front door holding grocery bags. His brows scrunched in curiosity as you all came in holding bags when he thought you were supposed to be having a spa day.

You walked past him to set the bags on the kitchen counter with the others when Jia came up to him with a huge smile. She felt so utterly blessed to be able to walk through the front door and find Jungkook standing there shirtless in just his swimming trunks and his hair half-up in a ponytail. She would like to thank the beach gods for this gorgeous view of a man. It didn’t matter to him that she was checking him out but that’s because his eyes went to you.

“What did you guys bring?” He asked and before you could answer, Jia was doing it for you.

“Oh! Since it’s the first Friday and we have the night free we thought it’d be cool to grill tonight and do a bonfire on the beach, then tomorrow go out drinking,” Jia said, making you scoff.

“If Jungkook doesn’t flake.”

Low blow, you know but since the first day at work he’s just been irking you. He’s just always watching you like he has something to say and you just want him to spit it out.

Jia watched the way he rolled his eyes and it was clear to her that you two weren’t very fond of each other. At least that was one less person in this house she had to worry about liking Jungkook. His tongue poked against his cheek in annoyance as he glared at you unpack the bags, “Don’t worry Jia, I would never make plans with everyone only to blow them off without saying a word. I’m better than that.”

This time you looked up glaring at him because why is he acting oblivious? He knew the reason why. He thought he could play you by going out clubbing with some girl the night before and expect you to still want to go out with him the next night? Yeah, the third failed attempt at a date was a miss because of you but he was obviously the reason why.

You were lucky that Jisoo came through the sliding door right then and there that you didn’t feel the need to respond to Jungkook’s snide remark. He flashed you a warm smile, “I heard we’re grilling tonight.”

Mirae and Sora were outside telling the rest of the boys the plan and when Jisoo saw you in here with Jungkook, of all people, he had to interrupt. It’s the summer and he’s looking for a hot fling so who better than you?

You gave him a girlish smile, “We are, can you teach me how to prep the meat?”

Immediately he went to join your side, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Jungkook released a scoff in disbelief as he left the kitchen to go back outside, making sure to slide the door a little too hard.

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It’s been two weeks now and Jungkook still can’t stand the sight of you, or no, he can’t stand the pretty sight of you.

Now that everyone’s more comfortable around each other you’ve all become very open and he can tell that just by what you wore to work today. You wore your bikini bottoms that huffed your curves perfectly and a small t-shirt with the beach’s name displayed over where your breasts were. Your hair was all over the place again and he wanted to give you the hair tie he always carried on his wrist now but he couldn’t. Not when you’re standing there flirting with some random guy.

“Taehyung, and you?” He said as he extended a hand out for you to shake.

“Y/n,” you said with a flirty smile. He’s the first guy to approach you at work that was actually hot. He had been in the middle of a volleyball game with his friends when the ball went flying and nearly hit you. It landed by your feet and he was happy to come over and get it.

“So what are you doing here?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair.

“Um, well I’m here for work but just for the summer,” you told him watching him pout just slightly but nodded understandably.

“That’s a shame, we don’t have cute girls like you here,” Taehyung said, obviously flirting and you had absolutely no problem doing it back. You smiled, “I’m sure that’s not true but I’m flattered anyway. What’s your number? Maybe we should hang out sometime?”

You were being forward but who cares? You’re only here for a few more weeks and you want to have fun with someone who doesn’t live in your house. Is that too much to ask? Taehyung was very happy when you asked for his number and he was quick to give it to you.

Jungkook was annoyed because he was working with you again and this time there wasn’t an extra person. Mirae felt sick this morning, most likely dehydrated and couldn’t come to work so it just left you two. It wasn’t so bad since you mostly did your own thing but he’s tired and hungry.

“Y/n! Are you ready to go?” He asked, coming over to where you were and placing a hand on your back, not firm but just to let you know he’s right there. The guy you had been flirting with for the past fifteen minutes looked up at him but he acted like he wasn’t even there. With an annoyed roll of your eyes you said, “I guess.”

“At least I have your number, I’ll see you around?” Taehyung asked giving you a side hug in goodbye and you nodded. Once he was gone back to his friends, you joined Jungkook as he said, “You gave him your number?”

“Yup,” you said as you put your sunglasses back on, “Let’s go home, I’m hungry.”

“Let’s go to the boardwalk,” Jungkook said, “I want Busan street food.”

“Fine,” you said thinking about all the food Jungkook used to tell you about. His family lives in Busan but he’s only gone to see them once. He doesn’t seem to mind it and you wonder why but you’re not gonna ask.

Neither one of you bothered to change into different clothes considering it was the boardwalk and everyone was dressed in bathing suits. The only downside is that you and Jungkook looked like a couple wearing your matching beach uniform attire. This time he wore blue swimming trunks with the beach’s name and no shirt. You wore a similar pair of shorts, just more casual and shorter and you only wore a bikini top since it was hotter than usual today. You could also feel the sun burning at your shoulder and Jungkook noticed it too.

“You need sunscreen,” he muttered under his breath as he dug into the beach bag you all usually bring for work.

“I know but I can’t reach it all,” you told him honestly letting your brows furrow as he took out the bottle and poured some into his hands before rubbing them together. He motioned for you to turn around and you did without much fuss.

It’s not that the two of you like each other now but you’ve given up on being rude simply because the rest of the house is too nosy. They haven’t quit asking about why you two are so snarky toward each other and you’re sure they’ve all come up with conclusions on their own but neither you nor Jungkook are going to tell them the real reason why.

Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders feeling the warmth of your skin from the way the sun glared down on you all day. You had a tanner complexion than usual and he’s sure he does too. Your skin was smooth and his hands were able to glide down the expanse of your back.

He sort of liked it. His touches were gentle but you hated that the touch of this man in particular made you feel a sort of way. He could rub sunscreen on your back all day but that would be weird so instead he cleared his throat and pulled away saying, “Can you get mine too?”

Jungkook did not like you. Whatever romantic feelings he had for you once died off over time but…

But right now your hands felt so good massaging his muscles with sunscreen. He resisted the urge to let his head fall back in bliss as you did the same to him before the two of you went to the boardwalk. Jungkook got on his phone shortly after some time walking and with a small sigh he said, “I’ve gotta go home, my mom has a bunch of fruit she wants me to pick up. Do you want me to walk you home or do you still want food?”

You thought about it for a second, “It’s fine, I’ll just get something to eat and then go home.”

He released a small huff, “Want to come with? It’ll be quick, after we can get food. It’s a walking distance from here and it'll be quick.”

“I didn’t bring a shirt.”

“You can wear mine,” Jungkook said, rummaging through the bag that was hanging off the shoulder and tossing it to you.

“What about you?” You asked even as you slipped the shirt over your head. Jungkook just shrugged, not really caring either way as he texted away on his phone, most likely to his family.

Honestly, you just didn’t want to go back to the house. It’s fun living with so many people because you're never bored but you also just needed some time away. You loved being able to go to work and just listen to music while you did work. Plus, if you went home without eating out you would be grumpy having to make yourself something after being out in the sun.

Also, at the end of the day you’re still most comfortable with Jungkook despite getting close to Sora and the others.

So the two of you were in front of Jungkook’s home looking as ridiculous as ever with him being shirtless and you wearing the large t-shirt and small shorts.

Jungkook didn’t knock or anything, just checked if the door was unlocked and immediately yelled for his mom. You stood back awkwardly, as Jungkook walked around the house motioning you to join him outside where he found his family eating watermelon outside.

“Kook!” They cheered when they saw him and you could feel their eyes drift toward you. He pointed a thumb in your direction as he casually said, “This is Y/n, my housemate,” hugging his parents.

“Y/n?” His older brother, JungHyun, repeated your name looking between you and Jungkook with narrowed eyes before smiling knowingly and said, “I’m JungHyun.”

You ended up just having dinner at Jungkook’s parent’s house and left with baskets of watermelon to enjoy on sunny days.

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The day was perfect.

Jungkook felt at ease for the most part. The only ones who had to work today were you, Jimin, and Mirae so he was just hanging out around the house.

He spent a good amount of the morning on the back deck working out as he stared at the beach. He took a morning jog and came back to lift weights but aside from that he didn’t have much to do. Usually he’ll hang out with Jimin or Hoseok but one was at work and the other was taking a midday nap. The others wouldn’t even be off work till later so he really had nothing to do. He wandered around the house trying to think of something but nothing came.

“Hey Kook,” Jia said, suddenly appearing on the deck. He had given up on a workout and lounged on the pool chairs instead. He glanced up at her, nodding his head in greeting.

“Do you mind driving me to the store? Jisoo said he’s busy and Hobi is sleeping,” Jia asked and as much as Jungkook wanted to say no, he had no reason to. With a small huff he rose to his feet looking across the beach toward the boardwalk as if he could see you working from the house—he’s tried but he can’t.

He doesn’t care, honestly, but he’s just nosy? He wants to know what you’re doing or if that guy from the beach came by to see you again.

Jungkook went inside to put on a shirt and grab the keys while Jia waited downstairs for him. He stood by the window where he had a perfect view of three familiar people walking down the shore in familiar blue shirts and his eyes landed on you. He found himself stalling now, taking his time getting dressed, doing his hair up in that half low ponytail look, reapplying deodorant, spraying some cologne. He doesn’t know why he’s getting so dressed up for the store until you catch him upstairs on your way to your room.

You looked him up and down as he stood in the narrow entryway to the next floor, “You and Jia going somewhere?”

He was a step down the stairs already as he turned to you, “The store. Do you need anything?”

“Um… maybe,” you said as you listened to the call of his name from downstairs. You didn’t know why you even said that but suddenly you have a list of things to get. He brushed his bangs back, “Want to come? We’ll wait in the car?”

You just nodded leaving to your room to get your things. Jungkook and Jia went to the car and he watched her hop into the front seat as he went to the driver’s side. He tapped on the wheel nervously as he listened to Jia tell him about all the things he needed. He would have preferred if you sat up with him but it’s not like he could’ve directed her to the back. It’s becoming very clear that your frutal attempts to stay away from each other have failed as now he finds himself wanting to be closer again.

When you came out and got in the backseat you barely talked. The silence was filled with low music playing and Jia occasionally saying suggestive things to him.

“I heard you’re a pretty decent cook, Jungkook. Any chance you’ll make me something one of these days?” Jia asked but Jungkook just shrugged glancing at the rear view mirror to see your focus solely out the window. Couldn’t you attempt a conversation with him too? Did you really hate him that much still?

Slightly annoyed at the thought he found himself saying, “Sure, whatever you like.”

You were slightly annoyed but you blamed it on the summer heat and that you were a little tired from work. You tried not to think about the fact that you only came along because you wanted to see what Jia and Jungkook would do. You never realized how close they were until Jia was putting her arm on Jungkook’s giggling at whatever he said even if it wasn’t even funny… and he just let her.

At one point you even rolled her eyes at her third whiny, ‘Jungkook’ and went off to do your own thing.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to notice your shift in mood and at first he didn’t get it. It wasn’t until Jia grabbed him by the hand to go down a different aisle that he saw the way your eyes locked on the action. Were you annoyed with him right now?

Or were you annoyed with the way he and Jia were acting right now?

He found himself wanting to test it out. He interlocked his fingers with Jia’s as he walked with her making sure to be extra attentive. You didn’t know why you felt the need to even come and think that it would make a difference. You felt most comfortable with Jungkook but clearly he didn’t feel the same and that annoyed the shit out of you. Why bother inviting you if he was just going to ignore you the whole time?

You thought you were finally getting over that tension between you two but if this was how it was going to be then you’ll be the same. That’s why you grabbed a box of condoms at the checkout line and set them down on the belt in a completely different row than them.

“So what’d you get?” Jia asked you once you were all in the car again and this time you willingly sat on the back. “Condoms.”

You missed the way she turned to Jungkook with twinkly eyes as if hoping he would look back at her and share some sort of inside joke about it but he didn’t. His eyes were dead set on the road, fists clenching around the steering wheel, face stone cold.

“Oh,” Jia laughed softly, “I didn’t know you were interested in someone like that. Who?”

“I don’t know yet, I’ve got a few options,” you muttered, arms crossed over your chest, shutting yourself off from them and looking out the window again. You were being petty but you didn’t even care. If those two were going to have fun and flirt in the house why shouldn’t you do the same?

The entire ride back to the house was filled with a silence louder than the music. Jungkook kept thinking about the guy at the beach. Were these for you and Taehyung? Did he actually come by and see you again when Jungkook wasn’t there? Why was that thought driving him absolutely insane right now? So you have absolutely no problem meeting up with some random guy but when it came to planning to ever go out with him you flaked? Did he do something? Were you just never serious about him?

He released a small scoff, lost in his own thoughts as he parked the car in the driveway. The three of you got out all your things and headed inside where everyone was.

You’re not sure if Jia lacked maturity or if she felt somewhat threatened by you but the second you all made it inside she loudly exclaimed, “Y/n bought condoms so she’s probably gonna get more action than the rest of us.”

Immediately there was a cluster of awe’s from Jimin and Hoseok who have failed to get laid these last couple weeks and you still had a month to go here. Not bothering to even act like you cared what she said you went up to your bedroom unaware that Jungkook stormed up to his clearly ticked off.

“Does Y/n have more game than us?” Hobi said as they all followed Jimin into his shared bedroom with Jungkook, “I wanna get laid too. Life is so unfair for a man.”

Jungkook was in their bathroom pretending to do something as Jisoo had the nerve to sit on his bed and say, “At least now I know I have a chance with Y/n. She must be a little desperate if she bought condoms. A guy usually does that when he knows he’s gonna find someone to fuck.”

The room fell silent as Jisoo laughed, clearly not reading the sudden awkwardness in the room at what he said. He continued on, “You know… Y/n’s always showing off her body for attention. I bet that’s why she came anyway.”

Jimin shook his head, “I don’t think that’s ri—“

“What did you say?” Jungkook asked so suddenly that it was like everyone forgot he was even there. Jisoo looked up at the others as if seeing if they’d agree with him before saying, “You know… Y/n’s hot, she knows it. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came on this trip for a good fuck. She’s pretty much asking for it. I mean why else buy co—“

Jungkook was in front of him in a heartbeat, towering over him with a dark gaze, “Talk about Y/n like that one more time.”

“I dare you.”

Jisoo’s smile vanished and a sense of anger replaced it. Feeling defensive now he rose to his feet so that Jungkook wouldn’t think he intimidated him even if he sort of did.

“Jungkook. Jisoo, just chill for a minute, the girls are gonna hear an—“

“I don’t give a shit who hears,” Jisoo says with a scoff, “If I want to say that I plan on sleeping with Y/n then I’m gonna say it. If Jungkook is bothered by the fact that she doesn’t want him, that's not my fault—Ah.”

Jungkook’s fists tightened over the collar of Jisoo’s shirt pulling him closer and twisting the fabric tighter. Jisoo’s hands immediately flew to Jungkook’s forearms trying to get him to let go. He might talk his shit but if there was one thing he knew it was that he was not getting into a fight with a man who did boxing as a hobby and could lift more than his body weight.

Everyone knew Jungkook was serious just by the look in his eye and in hopes of easing the tension Jimin said, “Jungkook come on, let go. He’s just running his mouth, don’t let it get to you. It’s not worth fighting.”

“Oh but I think he’s asking for it,” Jungkook said jostling Jisoo enough to make him sway as he looked him dead in the eye, “Aren’t you?”

“Let me go, man.”

“No, I want to hear you try and run your mouth about Y/n again,” Jungkook said, testing him now but Jisoo only shook his head. Jisoo looked around hoping to see if they would get him to lay off when he stared at the door.

“Y/n.”

Jungkook let go almost immediately, turning his head to the door and catching you standing there. You must’ve left your room and heard the commotion.

“Y/n, I don’t know what you heard but this guy’s cra—“

“Jisoo. Shut the fuck up and don’t talk to me,” you said looking absolutely disgusted in him, “You’re worse than the trash we pick up off the shore—and just so you know you’re the last guy I would ever fuck.”

He scoffed, “Bitch.”

Jungkook stormed over to where Jisoo was standing in front of you trying to make his leave. Your hand stuck out, palm flat against the ridges of his abs as you looked up at him, “Stop. He’s not worth it.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook said softly now, not caring at all about the other two who stayed in the room awkwardly, “He’s got no right talking about you like that and I don’t know how much you heard but I have a right to beat his ass.”

“I have a right to beat his ass,” you said in the same soft tone he used. He looked down at the hand that was still on his stomach and before he knew it his hand was down on your waist.

“Y/n none of us agree with what he said at all,” Hoseok said but your attention was on Jungkook who still had his jaw clenched thinking about Jisoo and how much he would really enjoy putting his hands on the guy.

“Let’s go for a walk,” you offered and before he knew it he was nodding his head following you downstairs ignoring the others as they looked in confusion as to why Jisoo stormed out the front door and what the yelling was all about. Jia watched as Jungkook’s hand’s never left your waist as he followed you outside to the deck and down to the sandy beach.

“You defended me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jungkook asked as you both took your shoes off and let them at the end of the backyard to walk toes in the sand.

“I thought you still hated me.”

“You think that means I’m gonna let some guy say shit about you? Did you forget we talked about some serious things back then and how hurt you used to be?” Jungkook asked, “Besides I never hated you.”

You winced at his reminder. Back then you would have serious talks about past relationships and how you were both treated awful in them. He always told you that he had no respect for guys who would tear their girlfriends down and that if he could he would fight every single one of them for you. Clearly he hasn’t gone back on his word.

The sun had already set and what had started as a day quickly changed because of Jisoo. Jungkook was tired out but he didn’t want to go inside yet. He wanted to enjoy the empty beach with you and try and talk.

“Want to sit?” He asked, pointing to the shore. It was low tide and you could get close enough to the water without worrying about getting soaked. You nodded your head going to sit as he dropped to the sand next to you.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you ditch me that night? I was waiting for you for an hour and you never showed and when we argued about it… you wouldn’t tell me why,” Jungkook finally said.

You took a deep breath deciding to be honest, “I saw you with a girl the night before and I guess I got kind of jealous and thought you were playing me since you flaked the first time.”

Jungkook looked visibly taken back, “I—the only girl I talked to other than you was my coworker. I went out with her because it was all of us but I just ended up taking her home because she was drunk. There was never anything between us.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” you said awkwardly but he just shook his head. The sand was cool underneath you two and the water was a pretty shade of light blue and foamy white.

“It’s my fault, the first time I mean. I did flake so I get why you thought that so I’m sorry too.”

“Ugh,” you groaned as you fell back to lay down in the sand. Jungkook used his hands for support to sit but he looked down at you, “What?”

“Just annoyed. We could’ve avoided all this if I just asked you about it,” you told him making him laugh softly. He lied down next to you, “Maybe but I think I like you more after hearing what you told Jisoo and that wouldn’t have happened if we made up sooner.”

You laughed with him, “He’s so gross.” Jungkook nodded in agreement as the two of you looked up at the darkening sky.

“But I liked that you stuck up for me so thank you,” you said, making him smile.

It was quiet for a moment, “So why’d you buy the condoms?”

You groaned in embarrassment as you tried cov ring your face but he was on his side looking at you, “Because you were only paying attention to Jia after I thought we were beginning to be friends again and I don’t know… it was stupid.”

“You were jealous?” He asked if you actually were because every time he sees you with another guy he gets jealous. A little smile came to his face and you hit his arm lightly, “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not, I’m just surprised. You know how many guys are into you? I’ve been jealous this entire trip and I don’t know, I’m just surprised to know you were too,” Jungkook admitted and you looked over at him too.

Neither one of you said anything for a moment and you just spent time outside deep into the night.

You looked at Jungkook, he looked at you, and you’re not sure if this was an unspoken agreement or if it was just a long time coming but before you knew it you were both leaning in for a kiss.

You captured his lips with yours making him let out a small groan as he kissed back fiercely. It was careful at first still seeing if this was something you both wanted before Jungkook began to turn his upper body enough to hover over you. His tongue found yours and explored the inside of your mouth, swiping along yours and letting them glide against each other creating a pool of drool. Your hand was on the side of his face, fingers digging into his hair as a hand of his reached over to hold you down against the sand by your waist. Jungkook felt his blood rushing, as every part of him felt on fire. You pulled away first, tugging his lips between your teeth before kissing him even harder than the first time. He let his tongue go even deeper into your mouth causing you to moan softly, breathing getting heavier as a light breeze coursed through the two of you noting that it was night time on the beach.

It was when a seagull went over your heads did the two of you realize how exposed you were. Raccoons had a tendency to be on shore once the sun had set looking for burrows of baby sea turtles and neither one of you wanted to be out when they came scurrying past. The lights in the house were off for the most part due to how late it was and the two of you were finally able to see how long you had been out.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled against your lips before pulling away enough to look at you. His hands were gently around your face wiping away the blown over sand from your features and brushing your hair back, “I didn’t want to be here at first because it was still awkward.”

He placed a tender kiss against your lips, “But if I wasn’t then… you know, we’d probably still be mad at each other.”

You reached forward to pin his bangs behind his ears, his ponytail loose and almost out but he just looked so handsome like this.

“The beach is so empty,” you commented as your hand trailed down the tight space between your bodies. Jungkook looked around, it was dark out and stars scattered across the night sky. You were utterly alone out here just making out like you hadn’t been put off by each other for the last few months.

You glide your hand down his chest, feeling the faint outline of his hard abs through the black shirt he's wearing with the sleeves cut off. He looked down at your hand, breath hitting when your hand reached the waistband of his trunks. You bite your lip as he leans down and starts kissing and sucking on your neck again.

You let your hand trail lower over his swimming trunks, softly tracing the outline of his length that was slowly hardening in your touch. It didn’t take long for you to notice he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. You let out a light gasp as he kissed along the curve of your jaw toward the end of your ear sucking just below it, body already shifting against you for more friction. He let out a low rumble through his chest when your hand palmed his erection, eyes already hazy as he dug his face into your neck.

"Dangerous territory," He mutters lowly, pressing his body down onto yours, kidding you deeply as your hand goes back down to his crotch, “We’re gonna get caught.”

It hasn’t left either one of your mind’s that you’re still outside laying against each other as the warm sand tickled your back and the waves of the sea acted as background noise. You trace the hard outline of his dick through the thin material.

"Fuck," He moans into your mouth, pulling back to catch his breath as he looks down at your hand. You slowly stroke up and down his length as you grab it through the material.

He raised his hips up just enough for you to be able to sink your hand inside his trunks and he bit his lip in anticipation. If you didn’t care that you were outside then neither would he, if anything it’s just arousing him even more.

You slowly and teasingly stroke up and down, palming him at a slow pace as he lets out a groan, “Y/n.”

You smile, “Jungkook.”

“Do you really want to do this?” He asked and for a second you weren’t sure if he meant what you were doing right now or what you were doing with each other in general. Instead you grip him by the base, moving your hand up to run your thumb over his mushroom tip. You spread his precum around with the pad of your thumb, “You don’t want to?”

"Fuck..." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, “I do. So fucking bad.”

You reconnect your lips with his, pumping his cock moving your hand up and down in tight then loose strokes. Your bodies were still so pressed against each other that if someone watched you from a distance then it would just look like a heavy makeout and not like your hand was jerking him off under his trunks. You start to move your hand quicker up and down his length, watching him as he presses his face into your neck and starts sucking and kissing the skin beneath your ear as you pulled his trunks down enough to slip only his hard length out for better access.

You speed up your hand even further, twisting and flicking your wrist as you feel him throb and twitch, hips bucking into your hand chasing that feeling that was getting closer, embarrassingly so. With a small tsk sound you release him making his body freeze before bringing your hand up. He looked down at it and his eyes stayed on yours as he spit right into it, you doing the same before running your palm against his tip then down his length.

He lets out a groan as he twitches, your quick strokes bringing him closer and closer to release. If anyone were to ask him if he knew you, of all people, would be giving him a wet handjob on the beach he’d laugh in their face.

"God, I'm gonna cum......" He moans out, placing both hands on the sand to hold himself up enough to not completely crush you with his waist as he fucked into your hand. You smirk and look up at him making him fuck your fist faster. With a small push-up then back down he crashes his lips against yours, growling into your mouth as he cums. Your hand immediately gets drowned in his release and the bottom of your shirt does too but you just smile into the kiss as his breathing gets heavier and more uneven.

“You know, I’ve never been to the movie room,” he whispered softly to you and you looked toward the house. He was still pressed against you but you had tucked him back in once he reeled back in.

The movie room was one of the only other rooms aside from your bedrooms and it was pretty much untouched. That meant that it was good for privacy and right now he felt like he needed privacy—with you. He wants to take you on a date and try it again but right now he wants to feel you even more.

“Me neither,” you said with furrowed brows as you tried to understand why he randomly brought it up. He didn’t answer you right away, tugging on your bottom lip lightly between his teeth, “Let’s go see it.”

You gave a brief nod of your head and he was helping you to your feet reaching behind you to dust off the sand for your denim shorts. He took your hand in his and led you back to the house being as quiet as possible. You still weren’t fully sure what you were doing but it didn’t seem to stop either one of you from making it into the movie room. Jungkook checked the hallways to see if they were empty before locking the two of you in.

Before you knew it the two of you were laying on the dozens of floor pillows and cushions on the floor making out with a movie playing in the background. This time you were on top. You were laying over him with one leg raised high against his waist with his hand on your butt, fingers pinching just slightly. Your other leg was between his and it was getting hard to ignore the growing length against your thigh. Jungkook reached for that same leg pulling it over so you could straddle him properly as you pulled back for a breath. His hands slid down to your eyes, bottom lip between his lips, hips softly grinding against yours as you reached for the hem of your shirt. He leaned up enough to yank the back of his shirt and with your help he threw it somewhere with yours.

It was very clear that it was your turn to be pleased by the way Jungkook so easily pulled you up onto all fours over him as he undid the button of your little denim shorts and yanked them down. You took it from there and shimmied them off fully before his hands gripped your hips tightly once more and you couldn’t silence the squeal you let out as he tugged you forward nearly dropping you over him, “Ju—Jungkook, what are you doing?”

“Wan’ you to sit on my face, like now Y/n,” he said in a serious tone. You shook your head, “No, I—do you really want me to?”

“Y/n…” he looked you dead in the eye as you sat on his chest with his hands flat on your thighs to make sure you didn’t move back. Your knees were over your shoulders and you just needed one pull to do what he asked and it was just all so tempting when he could smell your arousal.

“You just took my dick in your hand and made me cum out on the beach and you’re asking me if I want you to sit in my face?” Jungkook asked looking amused but also not, “I want you to ride my face, got it?”

You licked your lips at the thought and before you knew it Jungkook was already pushing you that small space forward until your heat was hovering over his face but not yet pressing into him. You sighed letting yourself relax and brush your fingers through his hair as he looked up dazed and waiting for your consent.

“You gonna show me how good you are with your tongue?” You asked, making his eyes roll just slightly.

“God yes,” he said with a sigh as he finally pulled you down the rest of the way, feeling your hand tighten in his hair. Your underwear was still in the way but it didn’t stop him from pressing his mouth to the soaked fabric of your underwear and his nose lightly tapped against your hooded clit already making you squirm. He gripped your thighs firmly now to keep you in place and just let him mouth at your covered cunt, licking at the fabric for just a hint of a teasing taste.

You tried not to put too much weight on him but he practically forced you down, face right against your soaked panties rubbing gently. You squirmed, “Jungkook.”

“Hm?” He hummed against you, hair brushed out of his face by your fingers, sparkly doe eyes looking at you from between your legs. You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smirking and it didn’t take long for Jungkook to slide his hands up from your thighs to your hips. Before you knew it he was gripping one side of your underwear and yanking in it hard enough to tear. He even jostled you a bit and then he did the other side too until it slipped off and he threw them somewhere far.

Jungkook looked up at your wet pussy, a line of slick dripping onto his tongue as he let his mouth open expectantly. As it touched the tip of it he did one swift lick between your folds to catch whatever else might drip. Immediately you gasped as he did it again, not wasting a moment to tease any longer. He’s so turned on he can’t even register the thought of taking his time.

“Careful,” You started to speak again, trying to remind him to take it easy since the others were sleeping and the television wasn’t that loud. It was pointless as he gave you another long lick followed by another. You bent forward, bracing yourself with one hand again in his hair pulling just slightly making him groan into your cunt as he tightened his grip on your thighs. Jungkook’s tongue worked upwards, shifting from long licks to short flicks against your clit. You couldn’t stop the rocking of your hips, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly and letting everyone know what the two of you were doing.

“Fuck,” you whispered softly, bucking your hips forward as his hands slid to your butt, gripping hard enough to grind your pussy down on his face as he ate you out.

You released a low groan and this time Jungkook lifted you off despite your protests. He glared up at you, “You want everyone to know how I’m eating your pussy out?”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, hips still moving just slightly praying he’d just continue, “Slow down then.”

Jungkook gave you a cocky smile, his hold already growing firm as he sent you a wink before pulling you over his face once again licking at your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck," you murmured, nearly under your breath as his head moved frantically to follow the way you fucked into his face, tongue stiff as he flicked along your cunt sloppily.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, the knot in your stomach tightening, body convulsing with pleasure as he took in the sight of it. The way your torso moved with each buck of your hips, and your breasts. The tilt of your neck as you looked up trying not to look at him and the tight hold you had in his hair.

Without warning, you reached your climax all over Jungkook’s tongue. He eased your orgasm, licking softly before moving you off of him. As he did so his hands came down to your waist sliding you down with ease. He held you down to lay on top of him and without question your lips were on his again.

“So good,” he whispered against you, ready to take his trunks off once more, “I need you.”

“Mmh,” you said between kisses still not registering what he said until he was rolling you over under him so he could take them off. He kissed down your neck, “Condom?”

You nodded ready to reach out for one before your body froze. Jungkook, who still kissed and sucked on your neck blissfully, wasn’t paying attention. You tapped on his head to get him to look at you but he kept going, surely leaving live bites.

“I don’t have any.”

He stopped but didn’t pull away, “What?”

You sighed, “They’re in my room.”

He sighed as he pulled up but kept his body pressed against yours, “You’re lying.”

The situation made you laugh. Out of all times this could be happening to you. The first time you’re even attempting to get physical and after everything you've done tonight but you’re responsible.

He let his head fall onto your chest with a small groan. You sighed, “Sorry.”

Jungkook left a soft kiss on the mound of your breast, “Don’t be. Not like you knew this would happen, right?”

He definitely didn’t. Jungkook did not for one second even think about the possibility of kissing you this summer and definitely not as far as the two of you have gone tonight.

“Ugh,” you groaned as he hugged you, “If I go in and Sora wakes up, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“It’s okay,” he said, finally moving off you as he made himself comfortable next to you, still only in his trunks.

“Where’s my shirt?” You asked sitting up but he just pulled you back down grabbing one of the large throw blankets laying around and tossing it over you.

“Let’s just sleep right here,” he mumbled looking over to the door making sure he did lock it. He grabbed his shirt off the floor for you to put on and once you did, he let you cuddle into his side. He tried ignoring the sexual frustration that built up from not having sex with you but neither one of you were doing it without protection especially so soon.

“Everyone’s gonna think something is up,” you whispered as he let you use his bicep as a pillow.

He just shrugged.

“Who cares?”

𖠳 ᐝ

Jungkook was zoned out all morning the next day. No one’s said anything about the fact that the two of them didn’t return to their bedrooms last night but it’s very clear everyone has their suspicions just from the way they’ve been looking at you two. Of course they probably think the two of you made use of those condoms but they are gravely mistaken—almost but not yet. Soon though, he’s already made that promise to you both. When you get back to Seoul he’s gonna take you out and then everything will just fall into place, hopefully.

“What’s with the pigtails?” Jisoo — of all people — had the nerve to ask Jungkook.

“Why are you talking to me?” Jungkook asked, glaring at him as you fixed the end of one as the hair in the pony curled just under his pierced ear. Jisoo looked at you as if you’d stick up for him and that only annoyed Jungkook even more.

Jisoo seems to have forgotten that just yesterday he almost got into a fight with you both — even if it made you and Jungkook make up — it didn’t mean you liked the guy.

“Y/n,” Jisoo said, making Jungkook roll his eyes, “Can we talk?”

“No,” Jungkook said but you just placed a hand on his shoulder and handed him a mirror.

“I guess,” you said before looking at Jungkook, “Look at how good your hair looks. I’ll be right back.”

“Come get me if he tries anything,” Jungkook said as he held up the mirror checking himself out. The end of his growing mullet was in low pigtails but he still had wavy bangs curled around his ears and over his forehead. He looked ridiculous using his tattoo covered hands to clear his bangs out of his eyes.

“What?” You asked Jisoo, already sounding annoyed as he dragged you outside to the deck. You sat at the wooden table by the grill and waited for him to speak.

“I just wanted to apologize for yesterday,” Jisoo said honestly, “I was out of line and honestly if I knew you were with Jungkook I wouldn’t have said anything but I just don’t get why you two were hiding it.”

You laughed, like actually laughed, and it confused him even more. You stopped for a moment to look at him, “So you’re apologizing not because of what you said but because you didn’t realize I was with Jungkook? Which I wasn’t, let me just say.”

“No, that's not what I meant, I just… well you know, you weren’t giving anyone the time of day and I showed you I was interested. I guess I just wanted to annoy Jungkook because he seemed so territorial over you but I didn’t expect you to hear,” Jisoo said, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“Are you stupid?” You asked, “This isn’t an apology to me at all, and honestly if you can’t just apologize for the way you spoke about me then why even bother? You’re making excuses saying that I wouldn’t give you the time of day? Damn, Jisoo, I wonder why!”

Jungkook didn’t even hide the way he was glaring out the sliding glass doors. He can’t even hear what you’re saying and that just annoys him more. He’s just waiting for Jisoo to do something so that he has an excuse to go out there. If he tries anything then he picked the wrong day for that.

Jungkook is sexually frustrated, homesick, and annoyed with him still over last night.

“Oh my god! Jungkook! Your hair is so cute!” Jia and Mirae said when they made it through the door carrying takeout. Jungkook looked over at them seemingly unimpressed, “Thanks.”

You and Jisoo made it back inside after you made it incredibly clear that you don’t like that guy just in time to see Jia reach for the end of Jungkook’s pigtail.

“You look so cute, I’m not used to this cute side of yours. Did you do your hair like this?” Jia asked as Jungkook looked at you and Jisoo walk in.

“No, I did,” you muttered and Jungkook reached for Jia’s hand to push it away before coming over to where you were.

“Oh,” she said as he followed you up the stairs without a single glance back at them, “Well it’s really cute.”

“Take them out,” you said just as the two of you made it to the top floor. His brows furrowed in confusion, “What?”

You huffed as you began pulling his pigtails out, “I don’t want them looking at you like that.”

He laughed, “You feeling jealous already? We just made up yesterday.”

“So? Do you want me to go tell Jisoo he looks cute?”

“I’m taking them out,” he said, helping you, “The only person you can call cute is me.”

“Well don’t let other people touch your hair then—“ You cut yourself off as your eyes drifted to one of the bedroom doors.

Jimin and Hoseok didn’t even bother to act like they didn’t see the whole thing. Jimin smirked as he looked at you two then at Hoseok. He just laughed, “Looks like someone did get laid, and it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

“Ugh!” Jungkook groaned, “We didn’t—“

“Yeah sure bud,” Jimin said as the two walked past you and Jungkook, “Not what we heard last night.”

Your jaw dropped realizing that you might’ve been louder than expected. Jungkook just glared at them, “Want me to kill you?”

“How morbid!” Hobi gasped dramatically, “You’d think getting laid by the girl he’s been obsessing over would loosen the guy up.”

“We didn’t!” Jungkook yelled ready to trail after them but you just hugged him by the waist laughing.

“Let them think we did, who cares?”

::.

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[luckhound]

— best laid plans.

pairing.  dino/gender neutral reader

genre.  humour, fluff

request.  OHH for the dates gone wrong prompts, Dino and the crabs one?? slfndkdj THANK YOU FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WRITING!! —@what-the-fuck-khr​

description.  you’ve been stressed as of late, but your boyfriend comes up with a plan to fix that. because your boyfriend is dino cavallone, it doesn’t go as expected.

note.  so this has been collecting dust in my drafts for months now, but i finally got the inspiration to finish it and post it. hope that makes up for the wait :^)

Sometimes it’s easy to forget who Dino is. He’s a total dork, has a tendency to trip over both his words and his own two feet, and rarely takes himself seriously.

Then he does something that reminds you just how important and influential he is, like fly you on his jet to a private island he owns. All because you complained about how stressed you’ve been feeling lately once.

“I thought you could use a vacation,” he’d said when you expressed your shock, grinning widely. “It’ll be just the two of us!”

As suddenly as he’d sprung the idea, it was still sweet of him to plan it for you. So you had smiled back, his excitement infectious and sparking your own...

Which was when Romario cleared his throat and clarified that he and Dino’s subordinates would be accompanying you. Obviously, you tell yourself later. It’d be dangerous for him to travel alone, especially with a civilian like you, who can’t fight.

It can be easy to forget, but Dino is the Cavallone boss. He’s not just your boyfriend. You made your peace with that long ago, because you know he has his obligations, and there are many.

But he never lets you feel like an afterthought, or unimportant. That’s why you love him anyway.

Plus, it’s not too bad, all things considered. At least Dino can keep both his feet under him with his men with the two of you. You enjoy that privilege as you stroll along the beach, hand-in-hand with your boyfriend, inching close to the shoreline and jogging away once the waves reach you. His subordinates are nearby, but they’re enjoying themselves as well and far away enough that you have some semblance of privacy. You’ll take what you can get.

Dino squeezes your hand, prompting your attention. “How is everything so far?” he asks. “Are you feeling a bit better?”

You squeeze back. “I’m feeling much better. Thanks for bringing me here.”

He beams at your response. “Of course! I know when I’m feeling stressed, a change of pace helps me out. I thought it might do the same for you.”

This is more than a change of pace, in your opinion, but you understand the intention behind it. So you nod and swing your joined hands, closing your eyes and breathing in the fresh air. The tranquility of the moment washes over you. Waves crash against the shore, seagulls cry out as they soar in the sky, and Dino breathes quietly beside you...

Then he yelps, and the tranquility is gone.

“Dino?” You turn to him, alarmed when you spot tears gathering in his eyes. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“My toe!” he cries out, confusing you further.

When you look down, though, everything becomes clear.

Since you’re at the beach, both of you had long taken off your sandals to walk barefoot on the warm sand. Which left Dino’s feet vulnerable to pests, like the crab that has the skin of his big toe pinched between its claws.

“Oh!” you say, at a loss for words. The times you’ve frequented the beach, you’ve never had to deal with something like this before. “Uh! Why don’t you, um. Shake it off?” That should get rid of the crab, surely?

“R-Right!” He lifts his foot and shakes his leg, looking completely ridiculous. Worse, the crab just dangles from his toe, refusing to let go. He cries out again. “Ack! Now it hurts even more!”

You look around, perplexed, then realize Dino’s screams must have alerted his men. They might have a better idea of what to do. You glance over your shoulder.

Only to find them staring in your direction, not moving a muscle to help their boss, in hysterics. One of them even appears to be holding his phone up, recording.

...Okay, you should’ve expected that. And, seeing as your boyfriend isn’t in any real danger, it is kind of funny. You thought situations like this only happened in comedies. The corners of your mouth twitch, but you resist the urge to smile.

Unfortunately, Dino notices. “Hey! Don’t laugh. I’m in pain over here!”

“I’m not laughing!”

“But you want to! I can tell!”

“Don’t you have bigger things to worry about right now?”

“Yeah! And you’re not helping!” Dino looks down at his foot, grimacing. Then his eyes widen. “Oh, no. No.”

You follow his gaze. To your horror, you see, scuttling across the sand, a crab inching its way towards the two of you. But the crab is still hanging off Dino’s foot. Which means there is more than one.

You scan the ground, your thought proven correct. An army of crabs are advancing on you, their pincers held aloft and practically gleaming in the sunlight. You stumble backwards. Thankfully, they don’t follow after you. It’s as if they don’t even notice you’re there.

Because they’re too busy following Dino.

“What the...” He hops away once, then twice, but they only hurry to close the distance. “Where did all of these crabs come from? I didn’t even do anything to them!”

Whatever the reason, the crabs are gaining on him. One swipes at him with a pincer, but he manages to hop away before it succeeds in the attempt.

“Guys!” Dino calls out. To his men, you realize after a beat. “A little assistance, here?!”

Instead of springing into action, his subordinates cup their hands over their mouths and shout encouragements. Behind them, Romario reclines on a folding chair, sunglasses perched on his nose and completely at peace.

“You got this, boss!”

“We believe in you!”

“Keep at it! You’re almost safe!”

“Man, the others are gonna love this...”

Still hopping away, Dino yells over his shoulder, “At least throw me my whip, you assholes!”

As you watch, in disbelief at what you’re seeing, he hobbles down the beach, followed closely by the crustaceans. He’s still flailing his foot, hoping to dislodge the crab on his toe, to no avail.

You stare. Then you bend over in laughter, clutching at your stomach.

This isn’t what you were expecting when Dino proposed a romantic getaway to his (one of several) private island. But it worked. Stress is the last thing on your mind right now.

And it’s all thanks to your loving boyfriend. In a way.

[roosterschick]

clueless

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: some angst, profanity, i think that’s it

summary: two dumbasses pining over each other. that’s it. that’s the fic.

It happened again. Just as it always did. JJ had found some touron to mess around with for the night, as he always did at these parties, and you were left to just watch it unfold. You’d think by now you’d be used to this feeling, but the jealousy and the hurt never eased up. If anything, it only got worse. Each time you had to watch JJ flirt with some random girl, each time you had to watch them sit in his lap and play with his hair, each time you had to watch them disappear into the guest room at John B’s house, it got worse.

This time it was some pretty blonde girl who was just completely infatuated with JJ. There was no ignoring them when she kept laughing at everything he said. They were in their own little bubble, ignoring the party and speaking in hushed tones. You watched as his hand rested on her thigh as he gave her his signature smile that made hearts melt.

She leaned into him and you quickly turned away, not up for witnessing what would come next. You walked away from the bonfire, the ache in your chest worsening with every step you took. Parties weren’t even fun for you anymore because every time you’d have to watch some random girl cling to him all night. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to stay home. Somehow, it seemed worse to just sit at home wondering what JJ was up to. At least this way you knew. Or maybe you just liked to torture yourself.

Being in love with your best friend was like a curse. He was so close, yet so far. So reachable, yet unattainable. He was right there and yet you couldn’t have him. It felt like whatever higher power there was wanted to make you suffer.

It didn’t help that every day you found something new that you loved about JJ. You thought you’d discovered everything, that nothing could possibly make you love him more, but then he’d do something or say something or make a face at something and you’d realize that loving him was endless. It had no boundaries. It constantly surprised you, the depths that you loved that boy.

His smile and his dimples, the way his hair curled when it was really humid, his stupid big black boots. And that barely scratched the surface. His loyalty and his bravery. The way his voice would rise in pitch when he was stressed. Him. Just him. Always him.

You reached the shore and slipped out of your sandals, letting the water brush against your toes as you wriggled them in the sand. The crashing waves muted the sounds of the party and you closed your eyes as you tried to block out the images of JJ and that girl.

You didn’t even notice John B had followed you until he nudged your arm with his. “Whatcha doing over here?”

You shrugged, kicking some water up and avoiding eye contact.

“You okay?” he asked softly. Even though you never flat out told him, you were pretty sure John B knew how you felt about his best friend. In fact, you were pretty sure everyone but JJ was aware of the feelings you had for him. Or, maybe he knew and just chose to ignore it in order to avoid hurting your feelings.

“I’m fine,” you answered, finally turning to him. You gave him a small smile that you knew he saw right through, but thankfully he didn’t press any further.

“Come on, let’s get you another beer,” John B suggested, holding his arm out for you. You smiled, hooking your arm through his and made your way back to the bonfire.

--

JJ had completely missed the last thing the girl had said to him as he watched you and John B come back to the fire, arm in arm. Normally he didn’t get jealous of his best friend, but watching you giggle as John B spoke quietly to you made a nasty feeling churn in his stomach. JJ knew you and John B had a special bond; both having lost your fathers in untimely manners. Although John B was still in denial about his father’s disappearance, but that was a whole other issue. Naturally, the two of you understood each other on a different level than the rest, but lately it seemed like you two were attached at the hip. JJ knew he was being selfish, wanting you to give him all your attention again, but he couldn’t help it.

He’d gotten used to you always coming to him first for everything. He liked that he was the one you’d call when you were sad and that he was always able to cheer you up. He liked that you’d choose to sit with him over everyone else. He liked that you’d share the hammock with him, but kick anyone else out who tried to get in your space. Lately though it seemed like you had backed away from him and averted that attention to John B. Fuck, he was an asshole for being a bitch about it considering what John B was going through, but he missed feeling like he was someone’s favorite person for once.

The girl, he was pretty sure her name was Cassidy, noticed his attention was no longer on her, so she put her hand on his thigh to try and pull him back to her. He tore his eyes away from the pair, turning back to the girl, but struggling to stay focused now.

--

“I can’t do this,” you murmured, standing up abruptly. The bonfire was winding down and you knew everyone would be ready to head back to the Chateau soon enough. That meant that you’d have to watch JJ pull her into the guest room while you’d try and fall asleep on the pullout couch, all the while knowing exactly what was happening just a few rooms away. You wouldn’t put yourself through that tonight. You couldn’t. This had become beyond unhealthy for you and you couldn’t torture yourself for yet another night.

John B trailed behind you as you made a silent exit from the party. “Where are you going?” He asked, picking up his pace to keep up with you.

“Home,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. You turned your face away from him, not wanting him to notice your watery eyes. You felt so dumb for even letting yourself get emotional over this. JJ and you had nothing more than friendship, and that’s what it would always be. You needed to just accept that and learn to live with it.

“You’re not walking home,” he said softly, grabbing you by the elbow. He turned you to face him and you saw the concern on his face grow as he took you in.

He said nothing, just pulled you into a tight hug. The two of you stayed like that for a bit as you let the tears fall freely.

“At least let me drive you home,” he said, pulling away from you.

You nodded, wiping at your cheeks with the palm of your hand.

The two of you made your way to the Twinkie, completely unaware of the blonde boy who watched the whole exchange from a distance.

--

John B just got back from dropping you off at home and was instantly met with an irritated looking JJ. His jaw was tight as he looked around John B as though he were waiting for someone to come up behind him.

“Where’d she go?” he asked, obviously referring to you. JJ’s voice was clipped, and John B sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“She just wanted to go home, man,” John B explained. He noticed that the girl JJ had been talking to all night was nowhere to be seen.

JJ nodded, working his jaw. “What’s with you two anyway?” JJ asked, struggling to sound nonchalant “She’s been all over you lately.”

John B was taken aback by his friend’s words, confused as to what JJ was even referring to. “Nothing is going on with us. She just didn’t wanna be here anymore.”

JJ laughed humorlessly. “I’m not stupid. I can see what’s going on, did you forget the rule or something? No pogue on pogue macking.”

The confusion subsided as John B came to the realization that JJ had convinced himself something was going on between you and him. He was jealous. The funniest part was JJ was the last of the pogues to care about the “no pogue on pogue macking” rule. He had flirted with both you and Kiara more times than John B could count on both hands and feet, and he knew for a fact that JJ thought the rule was bullshit.

“Dude. There’s nothing going on between us. Come on, you know that,” John B reassured his best friend who was very unamused by the smug look on John B’s face.

“So why’d she leave without saying bye? She always says bye,” JJ said, his eyes darting around as he tried to work it out in his brain.

John B fought the urge to roll his eyes at his oblivious fool of a best friend. “You seriously have no idea, do you?”

JJ’s eyes snapped up to John B. “What are you talking about?”

John B shook his head, huffing out a laugh. “You two are impossible,” he muttered.

JJ was getting irritated again by John B’s non-answer responses. “Forget it, I’ll figure it out myself,” he said, shoving past John B.

“Yeah, good luck with that!” John B called after him.

--

You were lying in bed, admittedly, being pathetic and sad while the 1975 played in the background. This was your sad teenage dramady moment, you had decided. Hopefully this meant that things would turn around after this moment.

You continued to wallow in self-pity until a sound outside startled you. You pulled the covers over you a little more, feeling a bit more safe hidden under them. You peeked your eyes over the blanket and yet again, heard the same sound. It sounded like someone was walking right outside your window. Suddenly overcome with bravery, you threw the covers off your body and marched over to your window. You pulled back the curtains, coming face to face with someone on the other side of the window. You yelped, jumping back and nearly falling on your ass.

“Stop screaming, it’s just me! It’s JJ!” you heard the muffled voice say through the window.

Relief flooded through your body as you moved toward the window again, opening it for him. JJ had done this plenty of times and you had hidden a plastic crate in the bushes near your window for him to get easy access through your window. You put it out there months ago and he had used it whenever he’d show up in the late hours of the night when he couldn’t handle being at home anymore and didn’t feel like going to the Chateau.

You had to admit though, you were confused as to why he was here. Last you saw him, he had a touron hanging all over him, yet here he was, climbing into your window.

You sat on your bed, watching as he landed on his feet.

“Hey,” he said awkwardly.

“Hi.”

JJ’s palms were sweaty, and he wiped them on his shorts as he tried to think of what the hell he had even planned on doing once he got here.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, not unkindly. You couldn’t lie, a part of you was satisfied at the idea of him leaving the touron he met to come see you. You weren’t even sure if that’s what happened, but that’s what you were going to tell yourself.

“I uh… Why’d you leave?”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “You came all the way here to ask me why I left the party?”

JJ looked around, pondering over the situation and realizing how ridiculous this all seemed now. “I… guess I did, yeah.”

“I just wasn’t in the partying mood,” you replied, picking at a loose thread on your blanket.

“Bullshit,” he started, “was it John B? Did he do something?” he asked, the anger rising in his voice.

You snorted, looking at him like he was insane. “No, John B didn’t do anything. What are you talking about?”

His shoulders dropped, becoming less tense at the reassurance. You narrowed your eyes at him, not used to this kind of behavior coming from him. “What’s going on with you?” you asked.

JJ started pacing back and forth, running his hands over his hair repeatedly before stopping and searching for his Juul in his pockets. You waited patiently as he hit it once, twice, three times before pacing again.

“Oh my god, JJ, relax!” you exclaimed, standing up and grabbing him by the shoulders to stop his endless movements.

He looked at you, blue eyes clear and wide. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he debated on what he was about to do. Your eyes searched his face for something, anything to help him get out whatever it was that he needed to say.

“I think I like you,” JJ blurted, his face instantly heating up at the confession.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, not knowing what to say. “I… like you too?” you said, not fully comprehending what he meant.

He shook his head furiously, moving away from you and pacing once again. “No, you—you don’t understand. I think I like you. Like… fuckin’… heart racing and butterflies ‘n shit,” he said, and you had to replay his words in your head to process them. 

It didn’t make sense. He was hooking up with girls left and right and never once acted like he felt anything more for you than friendship. Sure, he could be flirty sometimes, but JJ was like that with everyone. You never once considered that he actually meant any of it.

“Can you fucking say something?! I’m sweating balls over here!” he exclaimed, his voice reaching a higher octave than usual.

You looked over at him, a smile making its way onto your face as you took in the slightly disheveled boy in front of you. You decided to say fuck it and throw all your worries and hesitation away. You took three long strides and grabbed his face in your hands, kissing him fully on the mouth. It took only two seconds for JJ to respond, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him as he kissed you back hungrily.

It wasn’t perfect. It was a little clumsy, and you weren’t exactly sure what to do with your tongue but the two of you figured out a good rhythm. You pulled back, only because you needed to breath, and found that both of you couldn’t contain your smiles. You giggled, he laughed, and the two of you kissed again.

“I like you too,” you whispered against his lips.

“Yeah, I kinda got those vibes from that kiss,” he said, giving you one last chaste kiss before picking you up and spinning you around.

You couldn’t contain your giggles, the ecstatic feeling overwhelming you as he spun you around before gently placing you on your bed.

“Guess we got a lot to talk about, huh,” he said, leaning over you. You looked up into those blue eyes of his, so full of the love and adoration you had never noticed before. Your heart raced at the thought of what this meant for the two of you. He was right, there was a lot to talk about. But you had all the time in the world for that now.

You nodded, pulling him in by the back of his neck for another kiss. “Later,” you mumbled against his lips.

Right now, you just wanted to kiss the boy you’d been in love with for years, without a care in the world.

[ciggylungz]

Summer bummer pt.2

y/n x harry pairing

summary- y/n and Harry are part of a cast of a reality show called ‘summer bummer’ that’s a uk version of the jersey shore and things are chaotic

pnot proofread, not sure if its any good pt.2

_3.9k words

 Waking up smooshed between a warm body and a hard wooden wall was what Y/n was currently experiencing, but soon the pounding headache and nausea took the front seat in her brain as she let out a low groan shifting in the hold of the man beside her as she sat up rubbing her eyes, mascara from the night before flaking onto her fist getting another irritated groan to bubble in her throat.

“quiet, try’n sleep here” Harry mumbled and turned over as she climbed out of his bed yawning and stumbling to the bathroom, peeing and taking off her messy makeup from the night before, taking a quick shower and going back upstairs to her shared room to change into some comfy shorts and a big sweatshirt pulling the hood over her damp hair to help block the brightness that’s making her head pound like a drum.

Y/n made her way into the confessional room, sitting on the couch in front of the green screen and turning on the camera the producers had there for them to do their periodic self interviews.

“so it’s like noon, I just woke up and I realized ‘holy shit, im in bed with Harry’…” she made a point to tilt her head and widen her eyes at the camera showing her bit of shock at the situation. “I was blackout wasted last night, the last thing I remember was dancing and making out with him so I’m gonna wait till he’s up to ask if we did the deed or not because I don’t remember, god first day in the house and I’m already blacking out.” She paused to laugh at herself a little before continuing, “ugh, we’ll see. My moms gonna kill me when she see this episode_- fuck_”

She sighed as she turned off the camera and went back out into the living room where some of her roommates were, all of them sleepy and hungover chatting to themselves but Y/n raised an eyebrow when she noticed Tommy give her a side eye and stop talking when she walked into the room, the camera men that were in the house filming panning their cameras between the two young adults.

“what? Why are you looking at me like that?” she didn’t waste any time in brining attention to his behavior, not in the mood for the pricks little attitude problem getting a scoff and a snarky little turn of his lips as he waved her off like a dog, and Y/n was having none of it. She stood up straighter, squaring her shoulders and pointing at the man. “Obviously you have a fucking problem so say it, fuck are you acting like a little bitch for? Thought you were a fucking tough guy.” She wasn’t scared of that guy In the slightest, he had the most punch worthy face she’s ever seen and god was he making the urge more prominent with every move of his ugly face.

“shut the fuck up bitch, you talk too fucking much. You talked shit about me at the club last night, probably just mad because I was making out with other girls and not giving your ugly ass any fucking attention you stupid bitch.” He glared at her giving her a disrespectful little smile and every other person in the room was now staring at the pair, engaged and waiting on the edge of their seats for what was gonna happen next.

Y/n couldn’t stop the laugh that came from her mouth, looking at Tommy like he was the stupidest person on the planet, because right now he sure did fit the description. “You’re joking right? I was saying how I felt sorry for those girls because you’re such a piece of shit wanker. You hit on me from the moment I walked in this house and pouty like a fucking baby when I told you to fuck off after dinner, it was on camera you prick. I’m perfectly content having you and your non existent lips far away from me.”

She was annoyed, but also amused. This guy had no fucking clue how much everyone already hated him and she loved it. He stayed silent for a minute and she took the chance to get closer to him pointing her finger right in his face, making eye contact with him, “watch who the fuck you call a bitch around here Tommy because I’ll punch you right in your smug fucking mouth, lets see how much of a tough guy you are when you get your teeth knocked in by a fucking girl.”

At this point Ryan was up off the couch and making his way between the two when he saw both of them getting even more agitated, Tom standing up and Y/n refusing to back down as he tried to intimidate her.

“alright guys, chill out. Drop it, it’s not a big deal don’t fight over stupid shit like this.” Ryan stuck his arm between them Tommy trying to push it away while Y/n started to tie up her hair yelling back and fourth with him as Ryan tried to keep them apart. “what you gonna fucking hit me Tom? Huh? You gonna hit a girl? Makes sense, you’re a pussy and act so tough till you’re throwing a tantrum when you don’t get your way. Gonna go cry to mommy because I didn’t want anything to do with you or your 2 inch dick?”

This comment of course got the reaction she was hoping, his face grew red and his body tensed just making her smirk more. “the fuck did you just say to me?” he was pissed, and Y/n was loving how she got him so mad over her comment, that’s how she knew she struck a nerve because it was definitely true. She even got some laughs from the roommates who were sitting around watching the show. Ryan turned so his left arm and part of his body was between them, looking at Tommy raising an eyebrow at him. “Watch it mate, you’re on thin ice. Lay a hand on a female in this house and you’ll never get to walk this earth again.”

Tommy clenched his jaw flickering his eyes between Ryan and Y/n like an angry child who didn’t get their way, and god was Y/n loving how he’s embarrassing himself and he doesn’t even realize it.

The pair continued to argue back and fourth, him trying to insult her and her pushing his buttons – (because lets face it, he was too damn easy)- and in the midst of it Harry decided to emerge from his room, hair a mess and all sleepy. His tattoos were on full display as his shirtless body started advancing towards the arguing duo. Y/n gasped when Harry pushed her back a bit to get right in Toms face using his large body to completely cover Y/n’s as he looked down at Tommy with stone cold eyes.

“Mate I suggest you fucking keep it moving because I’m not gonna put up with you being disrespectful to anyone in this house, let alone a younger girl who didn’t do anything to you. I won’t let her fight you, but I sure as hell have no problem pounding your face in. Step off before I make you, I promise you that you don’t want that.”

Harry’s tone was serious, his muscles were taunt and flexed as he towered over the other man. Tommy of course tried to play it off and muttered a ‘whatever asshole’ as he sulked off to his room, but everyone in there knew he was almost shitting his pants from how afraid he was of Harry.

Everyone took a second to take everything in before they really spoke. Ryan gave Harry a pat on the back, “Thanks mate, dudes a proper prick. And Y/n, you’re a bad ass fuckin’ girl, that was crazy!” he chuckled and shook his head, plopping down on the couch again as Harry turned to the girl raising and eyebrow as he looked down at her. “try to not get yourself involved in any more trouble, at least until I’ve had some fucking coffee. Was sleeping love, bit rude to wake me up for a brawl.”

Y/n laughed a little and pushed his chest, “Hey! I didn’t wake you up, I could have taken him I didn’t need you to jump in.” she put her hands on her hips and gave him a sassy little face, the man laughing in return. “ ‘m sure you could have, babbled last night about how you’re brothers taught you boxing growing up, but if that kid was to try to fight you I’d go down for a murder charge. Me mum taught me to respect women and women beaters aren’t in my good graces. Now you, miss thang need to keep your ass out of problems.”

Harry gave her the stern bossy eyes and she caved, nodding her head and pouting a little as he went into the kitchen and grabbed himself a Gatorade and some crackers nodding his head to the deck door,           “ ‘cmere rocky, need to talk to you.” Harry teased her with the name, getting laughs from everyone including her as she walked out on the deck with him sitting down on one of the couches as he fed himself.

“need to talk to you about last night.” He mumbled through a mouthful of sports drink getting a nod from Y/n as she tried her best to ignore the camera getting a little too close for comfort. “Wanted to ask you about it too, was waiting till you got up..i’m just gonna ask, did we bang?” she twisted her stray hairs around her pointer finger as she asked, slightly nervous for the answer.

Harry shook his head laughing a little bit to himself. “Nope, told you I wasn’t gonna do anything when you were drunk unless I talked to sober you about it first. Plus, love if we would have fucked you would still feel me. wouldn’t have to ask because your trouble walking would answer that question for you sweetheart.” Harry wore a slight smirk on his lips as he said it, watching the younger girl roll her eyes and lick over her lips. “god you’re such a boy.”

“No, sweetheart. I’m a man, a gentlemen actually. Not like the little boys where you’re from, I’m a grown man love and I’m cocky because I know I have the skills to back it up. Maybe you’ll get lucky to experience that yourself sometimes little girl.”

Y/n was a bit in shock. She was turned on, overwhelmed and a little bit offended by his attitude but god if she wasn’t turned on. “Oh my god. I can’t, guys are too much for me right now. I might have to take up Selena’s offer and become a lesbian over summer because you guys are stressing me out!”

Y/n smacked his arm playfully and Harry grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand to his mouth and kissing her knuckled. “Yea, let’s see how long that lasts since last night you were almost In tears any time I broke the kiss to open the damn door. You’ll be knocking at my door by the end of the week guarantee it.”

“Ok mister confidence, shut up.” Y/n covered her face with her hands to hide her smile and growing blush, both of them just talking about the night before until the camera crew left for a while before they were going to go out that night.

“hey Harry?” Y/n stood in his doorway, calling out his name as he rummaged through his suitcase to find whatever he was looking for. “Whatsup love?” he peered at her for a second to let her know he was listening before going back to what he was doing “about what you said, sober me says if neither of us come home with someone we can fool around a bit, you have my permission. Just know I fully plan on bringing someone home tonight and I already called the spare room. I wanna start my summer off with good booze and an orgasm.”

Harry let out a little snort, pulling the brush he was looking for out of his bag and turning to Y/n, “I’ll keep that in mind, good luck with your plans tonight, I hope you get your wish and don’t end up with some dude who doesn’t know where the clit is.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Don’t speak that into existence asshole, if he fails me I’ll just do it the old fashion way.” This got the mans attention and his eyes to meet hers, “Old fashion way?” he rubbed his stubbly chin a bit, moving the brush between his right and left hand, “yea, just masturbate in the shower or whatever. I brought some tools that could lend a helping hand in that. I’ll make do.”

Harry had to stop himself from groaning. His mind flashed with images of her in the shower using toys on herself, biting a wash cloth to keep quiet since everyone’s here. He was able to collect himself after a few seconds and give her a playful smile nodding “sounds like a plan love, now get out of here it’s time to get ready.”

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The music was blaring and the booze running through Y/n’s system made it ten times better, she was dancing- not caring about anything as she danced on this nice looking guy she met and who she decided she was gonna bring back that night and occupy the spare room she’d already called. He was tall, dark hair, tan just a typical good looking guy and the vodka helped make him look more attractive. She just hoped that he could give her what she so desperately needed. A good fucking.

“ ‘cmon, lets go now so we have extra time before my roommates get back, I wanna play.”

Little else was said between the two as they darted out of the club and back to the shared house, clothes coming off quickly as they got up the steps and now she’s panting, groping her tits while the stranger who she can’t remember the name of is tongue deep in her cunt. He’s average at giving head, but she’s desperate and so horny she doesn’t care.

Her hips rock against his mouth as he brings her right to the edge before stopping, Y/n let out a loud protest at this feeling the coil that was forming in her stomach and about to come undone fade.

“what the hell?!” she was pissed, and between her legs was aching at this point from needing attention. “I’m sorry, mouth got tired and I wanna fuck you now..” the man slipped his shirt off while Y/n laid under him, irritated but hopeful his cock can give her the relief she really needs.

But just her luck, it doesn’t. He lasts 5 minutes before he’s cumming into the condom and panting leaving Y/n angry and horribly deprived, and so she wasted no time in kicking him out and storming into her room, grabbing her black vibrator she had brought and marching to the bathroom turning the shower on getting it nice and arm before she stepped in.

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Y/n had her head resting against the tile as she sat on the shower floor, legs spread and vibrator rubbing up and down her needy slit while her free hand was plunging 2 fingers in and out of herself. She always loved being fingered, but she wishes her fingers were just a bit longer as she worked herself letting herself be loud since no one else was in the house, but she just couldn’t reach the spot she needed to. It was so close yet so far, and she was so upset she was almost close to tears.

She was in the middle of a fit of cursing everyone in existence when a knock on the bathroom door made her jump, her heart almost burst from surprise and now she was wondering how long she’s been in here since her roommates weren’t coming back till at least 6 am.

“Can I come in? it gotta pee” the voice on the other side of the door asked loudly so she could hear them over the water, and when she realized it was Harry she yelled out an agreement, as soon as he opened the door she peaked her head around from behind the curtain to look at him while still shielding her body.

Harry chuckled a little bit and gave her a funny look, “Can I take a leak in private please?”. Y/n groaned and stomped her foot on the shower floor like a child. “Fine! Please pee and then get in the shower with me, I’m so horny it literally hurts and that guy lasted 5 minutes and I swear to god if I don’t get to cum I’m going to cry please!”

Harry stared at her for a moment, letting her words sink in pushing his hair off his face and shrugging. “what do you want me to do love?” he could see just how desperate she was, eyes close to tears, lip stuck between her teeth and he felt both bad for her but also so fucking turned on.

“Anything, please finger me? play with me? please I need it my fingers aren’t long enough and you said you’d play with me, I’m not even that drunk please Harry.”

Y/n didn’t care about the cameras in the hall that were probably picking up the audio, or how desperate and crazy she sounded, she needed his touch.

“Okay..Okay doll relax, let me do what I need to do and then I’ll join you alright?”

Y/n nodded and moved back behind the curtain, she took her original place sitting on the cool tile floor of spacious shower as he went to the bathroom before stripping down to his boxers and pulling the curtain back seeing the younger girl naked, legs spread a bit giving him a glimpse of how swollen and flushed between her legs was letting him know she was probably a bit too rough on herself when she got frustrated, which only made her problem worse.

Her tits sat perky on her chest, her nipples pebbled with water droplets running down over them before dripping off onto her thighs. Harry let out a low groan at the sight, “Have m’ boxers on just because I’m not gonna fuck ya’ , honestly don’t think I even can because I got whiskey dick right now. Need to lay off the booze so I can take care of you properly next time. Cmon, stand up sweetheart.”

Harry held his hand out to the girl who took it, standing on wobbly legs as he stepped in the shower with her, skin tight black boxers covering his goods which disappointed her a bit but she couldn’t care too much since there was so much else going on.

His big hands ran up and down her back, thumbs digging into the dimples right at the base of her spine as he pulled her closer to him, kissing down her neck, mumbling into her skin about how pretty she is, and promising he’s going to make her feel better.

“Pussy is all swollen doll, gotta be careful. Don’t want you to hurt yourself just ‘cause you get frustrated, that’s no fun…” His voice was deep, slow and made her stomach tense from how it vibrated through her getting a whimper and tug on his wet matted locks.

“Talk to me darling..tell me what you want, tell me what you need baby” his fingers were trailing downward, squeezing her ass and brushing his finger tips on the backs on her thighs. “need you to touch me, please put your fingers in me I need it”

Her voice was pathetic and she knew it, she was needy to the highest capacity and almost let a ‘daddy’ slip through her lips but she managed to bite her tongue just in time. Harry hummed as he brough his right hand around her front, moving it between her thighs and coaxing them open wider while he brushed two digits up and down her slit, mouthing at her neck while he gets a feel for her exterior, taking the vibrator from her hand and setting it down on the rack holding their shampoos and soaps while he tapped the pad of his middle finger against her entrance before sinking it in.

Her reaction was immediate. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, a long relieved moan falling from her plush lips as he slipped a second one in with ease from how eager her body was. “Got t’ give me a minute to find tha’ special spot love, deep breaths don’t need ya’ passing out on me.” Harry was on a mission to find that spongey spot inside her that would have her cumming in no time, and Y/n was practically riding his fingers as she stood in his grip, her body going rigid when he pressed against the spot she needed the most attention on, mumbling a low “found it” as he pressed on it again, rubbing over it as he fucked his fingers in and out of the younger girl who was holding onto him for dear life as he massaged her G-spot with vigor.

“There you go, that’s a good girl Y/n you’re doin’ so good love, know you’re close can cum whenever you feel it. Know you need it baby, let go.”

Y/n could barely hear him as her body started to tingle, everything was muffled and her mind was hyper focused on the pleasure pulsing through her core. She was gearing up for a strong one, she hasn’t had one quite this big since the winter when she had a 4 week dry spell and finally got some action the day after Christmas, she soaked through the poor dudes sheets that night.

Her moans and gasps picked up, frequent bursts of pleasured moans passed her lips as she started to pant her nails digging into his tattooed shoulders while her held her to him so she didn’t fall.

“Doing so well, almost there huh? Almost there…” his fingers moved with purpose and unfaltering speed as he massaged her special spot faster, her legs becoming jelly as she started to cum. She couldn’t help the loud moan that shot out of her throat, Harry quickly grabbing the wash cloth and stuffing it in her mouth since he knew Ryan was here. He cooed in the girls ear, talking to her the entire time she was cumming feeling her cunt squeezing his digits while her own juices dribbled down his wrist.

She was dizzy, tired, spent and completely drained. She finally got what she needed and was now dead weight clinging to Harry who peppered her face with kisses as he withdrew his hand from her cunt rinsing her off down there and kissing her lips a few times.

“That was fucking amazing… god Harry you’re gonna make me fall in love with you with fingers like those…”

He only chuckled at her dazed comment before shutting the water off, wrapping the girl in a towel and sitting her down on the counter

“Lucky for you, you have all summer to do so, I might just be up for it too.”

[chiimmchiimm]

❝ 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 !¡ 𝒿𝓀 ❞

The largest herd on the entire East Coast would have a new leader. Qualities were of utmost importance to them, a good alpha had to possess a sense of justice and a beta woman to augment his legacy. Jungkook's parents had accepted their marriage since before he was born. The second strongest family, the Lightwoods, had a perfect beta daughter for their son. However, one night after an unexpected event, Jungkook decided to marry his youngest daughter. 

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔:  Jungkookwolf au x (female:Lucy)  𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: smut, wolf au, fluff, angst, one shot.  𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 16 k    𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔: +18   𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: abuse, violence, , sadness, psychological abuse, dirty lenjuage, naked, muscles, mating, cumshot, bite, sex. 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: This is my first one shot of this theme I hope you enjoy it. If there is a lot of demand, maybe make another one with the member you choose most. 

Social pressure could be included within the determining factors for anyone to lose their reason, their own identity. Jungkook always considered himself a strong person, both physically and mentally. His education had been one of the best in town, the most neat and disciplined so that I could deal with any problem that might arise. Being the firstborn of an Alpha family was not easy, he lived constantly under the rules, absurd duties and constant dialogues about loyalty.

In Dyonisia, everyone envied him, and for that reason, he always walked alone. He did not like people, he did not like to make friends for convenience, to feel like a sample object to flatter their families. He preferred to sink under his father's extensive library, though he never said no to a walk on the Hun River.

That morning, his father had practically forced him to get out of those four walls, breathe air, take a bit of color, inviting him to interact with the other betas or omegas in town. He had only built a small friendship with a beta, Jimin, the son of his father's assistant, a very brief relationship just by spending good morning, but Jungkook found it pleasant. Perhaps it was her sympathy and the kind smile that she gave her mother every time she brought her hot chocolate. He used to watch those scenes from a porch seat with a book on his lap and another cup to go with. He never got too close, fearing the same rejection as the same betas of his kind. They were supposed to respect him (or at least that's what they did in public) but they never missed an opportunity to denigrate his taste for loneliness, to process low words towards his low weight and unattractiveness. This was her childhood, subjected to constant ridicule that seemed endless.

So when Jungkook culminated in the hormonal process of puberty, his alpha genetics came out in the way his muscles protruded above all those scrawny betas. At twenty-two, he possessed all the qualities necessary to be the new Alpha Chief.

I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with rich natural oxygen. He had always loved the wild smell of pine leaves, the crisp sound of boots as he stepped on dry leaves. Feeling comfortable, he gave himself the pleasure of stretching his shoulders to remove all the accumulated tension, placing a hand on his shoulder to massage the neck area.

He dragged his boots down a small slope of land to approach the shore and touch the crystal clear water, he needed to get drunk from that cold and wet feeling left by the river.

It stopped mid-slope when I hear a couple of voices below.

"What's wrong?" It echoed, a thick, coarse voice with an ironic air. A man of medium height with strong arms and a broad back covered by a white tank top. He seemed to be talking to someone but his physiognomy was so robust that it completely covered him. His shoulders fell serene but the tension was palpable in the muscular contraction of his back. —Come on, darling, you're my girlfriend, you love me, I love you, what do others matter?

“I love you, I'm just not ready to go to those kinds of contacts, sorry.”

"But why not?"

Jungkook analyzed his tired tone, shrewdly deducing that it was not the first time that he had insisted. Then, the boy supported the weight of his body with one leg, discovering with this small act, the body of a girl with whom he spoke so uncomfortable. Slowly her eyes widened with involuntary emotion. She felt chills, the movement of her brown hair against the wind seemed unreal, so soft and fluffy that it caused inhuman impulses to touch it. Big, expressive eyes that screamed what he thought: discomfort and some fear. Letting herself be tamed by sudden curiosity, she began to explore her sweet, perfect features, brown skin, small nose, and prominent natural red lips. It seemed like a beam of light in so much darkness, it really was beautiful. A scent of honey rose from her developed nose, an aroma so exquisite that she had to close her eyes briefly to calm the excited red of her irises. "My love, nobody will know, only you and me.I am giving you an option so that you do not have to pass your fever with those harmful drugs.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows as surprise hit his facial control. Outraged by his low propositions, he frowned. I calculate that he must have been the same age, therefore, it seemed unheard of to him, considering that he did not seem stupid, that he did not know the serious consequences of such acts. He growled, his toes curling inside his shoes. He showered her with loving flattery whenever he could, yet there was something about his insistence that had him truly concerned. He talked to her about mating as if it was just about sex. That act links two people for life, though, only if the male wants. There was something about the way his fists clenched that prompted his instincts to think he was not to be trusted. He could smell the urge from there, a smell so rotten that his mouth suddenly wrinkled. Jungkook tilted his head to the side to examine his distressed expression, hurt by his little collaboration.

"I have said no."

A smile escaped Jungkook's lips without realizing it.

"But Lucy ..."

Her words stayed in the air when she noticed that the girl caught Jungkook's presence. I swallow hard, her expressive eyes staring at him in panic. The boy turned with his hands on his hips, then raised his eyebrows contemptuously at Jungkook. Quite nervous, Jungkook slid down the slope.

"Didn't they teach you not to listen to private conversations, asshole?"

"Tony, let him."

The boy looked at Lucy abruptly.

"What did I leave him? He could tell your parents about us. This jerk might not have good intentions ..."

"Like the ones you have with her?" He growled, his inner wolf shaking its tail eager to get out. For tearing everything in his canines with his canines. He was sure that the vein in his neck had made its appearance, he felt the blood rise suddenly and collect on his head. Lucy stared at him too shocked, then ducked her head in embarrassment, closing her brown eyes. Jungkook didn't want to make her feel bad, damn it, he should have controlled her tone. Her beautiful hair covered her face with such tender grace. How could someone as sweet as her date someone so hypocritical?

"What have you said?"

"What you listen."

"Give up for dead ..."

Lucy put her hands on his chest to stop him.

"Not here," she pleaded, her eyes set on the ground.

The boy shook his body violently and then roared.

The discussion did not get worse because a group of young betas appeared to camp at the foot of the river. Children who laughed tirelessly until they saw the two wolves pulling their teeth out and roaring intensely at each other. Jungkook was forced to calm down and reticulate for the sake of that foolish beta, he could not, rather, he should not. If his father found out that on his first outing, after so long, he had killed off a dead beta, he would be in real trouble. Everyone knew the difference between beta and alpha strength, it wouldn't have cost Jungkook to destroy him, but it wasn't the right thing to do. He returned to his home and sank into the safety of his room. He slept, ate and breathed thinking of those expressive clear eyes.

Located at the foot of a picturesque cabin where the vines climbed the walls emitting a smell of wet leaves from the recent storm. Today was the great day, that one, in which his role as future leader would consolidate, he would take the privilege of meeting his future wife and in the worst case, the mother of his cubs. His mother was almost as nervous as he was as he tried to calm himself down with exaggerated vents. He was convincing himself that it was the best choice. Her father rang the bell with searing assurance.

"Thanks for coming, Joe," said a robust man thanking him for his visit, Jungkook assumed he was responsible for the family. His mother entered first, giving him a nod in greeting, she did not like the contact very much. At a quick glance I notice Jungkook's presence. "Come on in." Is waiting for you.

His future wife.

Your future Alpha.

He nodded resignedly.

She felt a real desire to back down, to return home with some excuse to excuse her sudden flight. However, I end up entering that cozy house. The commitment was something that had always been in force throughout his life, his father kept reminding him how important it was to find the right partner, how essential it was to get someone with good genetics for the litter. But he was never in favor of arranged marriages, he was never in a hurry to establish love relationships. He always thought that fate would be in charge of introducing him to what would be his alpha, but that was just an absurd wish. Since he turned fifteen and hit the first stretch, his father had been in charge of reminding him, every day until today, that his destiny had been decided.

Enveloped by the pleasant heat of the living room. The house was not very big but enough for them. Sometimes those were the best, since a small house with interactions was better than a huge one where ghosts flooded around the corners.

She left her coat on the polished coat rack in the hall, then headed into the living room. He quickly approached the fireplace to take refuge in the crackling wood as it was burned by the fire.

"Carina, daughter, come down. Your fiance has arrived!"

Jungkook stood by the fireplace while he waited. The sound of heels began to echo down the steps. He raised his head as a new scent filled the room, his nose was suffocated by too intense a perfume. It was not annoying, without going any further, but too excessive. Her nose wrinkled in response. His sense of smell was so muffled that he soon began to crave oxygen.

"I was getting ready, mother," she said, in a charming voice.

Jungkook stifled a brief sigh as his eyes closed. Then he turned around and greeted her with a kiss on the hand. Without much more to say, his skin was overly lubricated and flavored with some artificial citrus from some body cream. I take his small bow as a greeting to tour the girl's body. The dress reached to the ankles where high-heeled shoes stood out with pride. The vermilion color with touches of bows matched a small belt. The dress was wide at the bottom, being narrower at the waist area, accentuating it. Then, I look at the artificial details of her makeup, her red lips highlighted by a lipstick, recently, by how fresh they looked. He had to control the movement of his eyebrows to avoid frowning, the girl was beautiful in itself, she did not need as much makeup. He liked natural appearances more like his mother or that girl on the river.

"Nice to meet you..."

"Carina," she added, quickly with a desperation that covered with a sporadic laugh.

Jungkook replied with a small grimace of politeness. Actually, I was tense.

"Where's your sister, darling?" Asked his mother under his breath. The girl shrugged contemptuously as if she wouldn't mind. Jungkook looked away awkwardly, they were talking in front of him like he wasn't.

"Sorry for being late ..."

Lucy ended her hasty career the moment her large eyes saw the figure of Jungkook occupying half of the room. Being totally paralyzed by the impression. Jungkook, who had recognized that voice, turned in his direction, also opening his eyes in surprise. Lucy closed her mouth as fast as she could, nerves beginning to dominate her movements. Both of them looking at each other in total surprise until their sister stood between them.

“Shall we go to the table?” She suggested, a little annoyed at his extreme attention to his sister.

Jungkook reacted, accepting a little disoriented that he would place an arm inside his forearm.

The couple walked to the table, however, there was a moment when Carina looked back to cast a teasing glance at her sister. Lucy rolled her eyes at his childish behavior.

"I was a little nervous because I didn't know how you were going to react. Really, this is crazy. Arranged marriage ..."

Carina talked and talked but he had lost himself in his thoughts shortly after the start of this conventional conversation. Sitting in front of his parents, with her at his side talking to him about anything he didn't even bother to hear. He hadn't yet touched the suckling pig meat that Mrs. Trivia had so skillfully cooked. His mother was talking to his mother, his father was talking to the other about some topic related to hunting, leaving poor Lucy behind, who was playing with the chicken leg with her fork at the other end of the table. He pursed his lips in a pout as he spun the food lost in his world. She felt boredom and a little angry at her mother for forcing her to attend these kinds of meetings. They didn't even get along with their sister, they were totally opposite. Carina was more flirtatious and concerned about much more "feminine" matters (at least that's what she called housework), Lucy was much more adventurous, carefree, she was a ray of sun molten in hope that exuded happiness for her radiant smile. She raised her eyes from the plate when she felt watched. Jungkook averted his gaze as soon as he rested hers on him.

Feeling even more out of place when she unconsciously watched her sister's hand cling to her strong bicep.

His mother was totally focused on a lively conversation with Jungkook's mother, so much so that when the brunette got up and sneaked out the back door, no one noticed her absence.

Holding between his small fingers his large planted chicken leg.

"Dog, I'm bringing you ..."

An excited bark came out from behind a trash can when the stray dog ​​she cared for behind her mother's back, ran at her in desperate gallops. With his tongue hanging out and his eyes drowning in hunger. Lucy, laughing, crouched down and set the plate down for the poor animal to feast on. The dog did not think twice and eagerly put the ozico in. A mixture of saliva and leftovers of meat began to fall on top of his shoes, he did not care too much, he increased the level of his laughter while he filled his head with caresses.

"Why did you run away?"

Frightened by such a compromising scene, Lucy spun back. When she met Jungkook's worried gaze she placed a hand on her chest and sighed in relief.

"You can't run away from a place you never were," he declares, his so ambiguous little confession decreasing in pitch as he turns back to the animal. He repeatedly pats his head as he watches his little fight with the larger area. Jungkook bows his head. He analyzes her curiously, a feeling similar to what she feels for him.

"Sorry," he whispers. Jungkook stops looking at the animal, directs his frown at her while undoing the smile that he doesn't know when he's formed. "This morning. Tony's."

-Why do you apologize? It wasn't your fault. ”Confused, he intensifies the wrinkle on his forehead.

"For not respecting you, Alpha. If I had known that ..."

"Stop justifying an apology," he replies, through an excessively abruptness. Lucy ducks her head in shame hidden under her long hair. Jungkook begins to feel remorse when he smells his sadness with his experienced sense of smell. So weak and fragile. He does not know how to react, it is the first time that he is in front of a woman and the dumbness reigns, the words have simply been stuck at the beginning of his throat.

Lucy raises her head.

"Do not."

Its softness shakes you.

"It's a stray dog ​​that I take care of behind my mother ... Please don't tell him!"

"Is very..."

"Pathetic, I know."

"No." he clarifies. Lucy expands her eyes to him. "It is an honorable gesture."

Lucy's cheeks are bathed in rich lipstick when their gazes collide for a brief moment.

"Thank you very much sir."

Jungkook wrinkles his nose.

"What's that, sir? But how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-one, sir."

"For God's sake, don't call me sir reminds me of my father." Far from looking like an order, his pleasant laugh relaxes the situation.

Lucy gets caught up in the alluring sound of his voice, taking a few seconds to contemplate the hectic movement of her lips as she laughs. Jungkook intensifies his smile when he realizes it. She deflects hers drowning in a shame marked by the red of her ears.

"Call me by name, Jungkook."

"I'm so excited about decorating the banquet. I love roses, do you like roses as much as I do? I like the red of their petals it's so intense ... Oh, oh, over there!" Screaming excited when visualize from afar a wildflower stand. Catch Jungkook's doll to drag him towards the small traveling shop. There was so much fuss in the main square that you didn't notice the reverberating sound the song made of your tired sigh produced. He keeps thinking about how uncomfortable he is, he should help his father with the affairs of the town and not there, in a square choosing what would be the perfect flower for the center of his wedding table.

Two weeks had passed since that dinner, nothing had changed in his cold demeanor. Try as she might, she knew Carina was not his type. His heart did not stir when he touched it, nor did its aroma captivate him, it seemed the same as the rest of the omegas or betas in the surroundings.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook was aware of his claim hidden in a small grimace.

"Which ones do you like best?"

Carina reached out toward the flower trays.

"Do I really have to be here?" He asked, frowning roughly. Carina clenched her teeth, highlighting her jaw. Jungkook rolled his eyes at the sight of his little tantrum. Being a little nicer, I try to fix it in a quiet whisper. "I mean, I trust your taste."

Carina felt flattered, relaxing into a huge smile.

"I have to help my father. See you later."

He got out of there before Carina wanted to give him a suffocating hug. He adored them, he really missed the comforting warmth he felt when someone close hugged him, but he couldn't bear the excessive way his hands tightened around her neck.

A most peculiar brown mane drew his attention to the well-known girl who was reading in a street vendor.

He approached by an unconscious impulse that he offered to his lips with an excited smile.

“What are you doing?” He leaned down to whisper directly into the shell of her ear in greeting.

Lucy closed the book in fright. Suffering a chill from the wet friction of his lips on the skin.

When he bent his neck, he smiled.

"Are you following me, Jungkook?"

"Maybe," he joked, as he widened a mischievous smile. Lucy had to go back to the book so that she wouldn't witness the emotion of hers. Jungkook leaned over the stall ledges to steal his attention. "I came with Carina to buy some things for the wedding."

A prick-like pain seemed to hit his heart.

"It must have been exciting for you to have practically run out of the flower shop."

“Were you watching me?” She asked mockingly, exaggerating a playful smile.

"Maybe."

Jungkook was the faithful image of happiness. He couldn't stop smiling, unlike when he was with his sister, with Lucy he could bring out his personality, knowing that he would never judge him.

"Violent pleasures end in violence and have their own death triumph, in the same way that fire and gunpowder are consumed in a voracious kiss." I recite almost from memory when I look down at his book. Lucy turned her neck to him with too much surprise in her eyes. Jungkook replied with a proud grin. "Romeo and Juliet." I didn't think you were a lover of literature.

"It's the best way to get out of here getting lost in the exciting lyrics of Shakespeare," he replied, forming a small smile.

"Of all the works you have, why that one?" It is a tragedy with a very sad ending.

"An inspiring tragedy," he contradicted, frowning as he playfully punched him with the book in the stomach. "Besides representing a beautiful love story."

"Do you think such love exists?"

Jungkook raised a curious eyebrow.

"Yes, but not for me," I whisper, a cold and bleak air crowding into his tone like it's a disease. Jungkook slowly broke his beaming smile until he ended in a straight line. "My destiny is written and as traditions agree, I will end up marrying a stranger."

Lucy leaves the book inside a wooden box, the movement of her hand is so pessimistic that Jungkook lets out a sigh.

Frowning, she retrieves it. He put two fingers up to catch the grocer's attention, he came as fast as his old legs allowed. Jungkook took out a bill and placed it on top of the books.

"Keep the change."

Lucy opened her eyes in surprise.

"What are you doing?"

Jungkook offered her the book but she did not accept it. She was still holding a tense, reluctant posture toward him.

"Can't I give you a gift?"

"It is not appropriate. You are a committed man."

"With your sister."

Lucy's heart clenched.

"Still, it's not appropriate."

"Keep him."

As if he were a puppet at his whim, he managed to get the book into his arms.

"But..."

"Accept it as a sign of our friendship," he asked, Jungkook manifested his last masterpiece when he gave her a smile so charming that even Lucy was duped. "Friends make gifts, right?"

"Yes, I guess so."

He hated the pressure of the elegant shirts, he had always liked the comfort that loose and wide clothing provided much more. His mother had forced him to dress cordably on the occasion, when she had seen him in those jeans and black sweatshirt, he cursed the four winds.

As he walked down the streets of the town, the lanterns guided him with a charming light. The air that night was cool and comforting, and yet he would be locked in a house dining with his future wife. Jungkook sighed tired, really, he had been visiting that house too many times a week, he saw Carina almost every day. The only amusement that made this bustle more enjoyable was the pleasant company of Lucy. That little beta that made him smile every time they spoke. An impatient sigh came from his lips without realizing it.

Would it also be today?

"Ahead."

Mrs. Trivi opened the door for him with a smile.

Jungkook was looking resignedly at the table set in the living room when a delicious smell led him to the kitchen.

"Mmm ... that smells good."

He smiled like a little boy when he saw a chocolate cake in the middle of the table.

"Get your filthy hands away from my chocolate cake!" Cried an uncompromising voice that he had instantly recognized.

"Just a bit." Fawning smiled as he stretched out one of his hands but Lucy slapped him.

"Not!"

Immediately they both laughed as Lucy tenderly took her hand to analyze the red mark. There was a time when the laughter stopped and his eyes couldn't be more attracted. They fell into comfortable silence as they analyzed his detailed pupils. Jungkook cocked a small smile as his heart began to crash against his chest. Lucy looked away in intimidation, her dark eyes too deep. I swear for a moment to hear the heart fluttering in Lucy's chest, her scent so close it was starting to cause terrible side effects. He felt a shiver as his fingers left her wrist in need of the desire for her soft touch. Lucy swallowed to calm the dryness in her throat, her lips taking control of her mouth to smile unconsciously. He knew he kept staring at her and he inexplicably liked that. 

Jungkook found himself half a step away when the door slammed shut.

"Jungkook wasn't expecting you so soon. I've missed you ..."

Lucy was brutally pushed aside when Carina hugged Jungkook.

"Are you going to stay for dinner?" A totally ironic question to his sister.

Lucy smiles falsely.

"If you talk to me like that, yes."

"Stupid ..."

"Actually, I'm only here to pick up some of your father's papers." Jungkook's clever intervention gives him the perfect excuse to refrain from that absurd evening. Carina ironically raises her eyebrows while transforming a forced smile.

"Oh! In that case come, I'll take you to his office."

Lucy mocks her sister's back, imitating her gait, and Jungkook laughs softly when he turns to say goodbye.

The sun was shining bright that morning but the desire to get lost in the pages of a book had really won the battle. Her father's office was an intimate and private place where he used to spend most of the day. Besides, she preferred to shut herself up in that rustic and solitary room, than to have to endure the excited screams of her sister for the few days that remained for her wedding.

He was turning the pages of the book too lazily. He didn't know what was going on inside her but for a while he had been in rather poor humor. He no longer wanted to smile, he rarely laughed at his father's jokes when there had been from the first syllable before. He made cheap excuses, whether it was because the summer was ending or because his parents no longer paid as much attention to him. Deep down, he knew what the real reason for his emotional downturn was. Jungkook was going to marry his sister's monster.

The problem was not commitment (or at least that's what he wanted to think) Jungkook was a very attractive young man, it was more than clear that he would not stay single all his life, but the fact that he went with his sister definitely put him in a very bad mood . She was capricious and did not agree with her friend's kind attitude. So sweet and chivalrous, he couldn't deny how good he felt when sporadic moments passed. Her chest heaved uneasily and her lips couldn't stop smiling.

He shook his head to scare away the strange thoughts and concentrated his attention on finishing Cervantes' great work. When finishing with the last page, he got up from the chair and walked to the shelf, with the bad luck that when he wanted to return it to its place of origin, the height played a trick on him.

“Do you need help?” A velvety voice vibrated behind her. Jungkook leaned his shoulder against the mark of the door as he contemplated the amusing scene of seeing her on tiptoe and with her tongue sticking out.

"What?"

Lucy landed on the ground momentarily stunned by his appearance. Swallow, overwhelmed by its natural beauty. He had never felt the need to focus on the bodies of the other betas, and yet his eyes wandered alone on an involuntary tour of her majestic legs in tandem with his strong arms clenched as they crossed. Coming out of her hypnosis, she blinked nervously as she turned back to the bookshelf and managed to cover her blush. What happened to him? It looked like a beta controlled by her impulses.

"Oh! No, I can alone," rejecting her help with a self-sufficient air. He stood on tiptoe again, stretching his arm as far as he could to strain the book into the empty space. She lowered to the ground tired and snorted closing her eyes. "Okay. Can you ..."

A hand runs over her shoulder, catching the book and setting it in place. His hard pecs collide unintentionally against his back as his body leans forward to reach the high shelf. Feel an intense stomach cramp when you shrink at the compact sensation. She seems so moved by the pleasant sensation of his body heat that her neck turns to increase the vision of her strong arm backing up.

"Thanks ..." he whispers.

"I had brought you a book."

Jungkook's voice sounds more stable than it actually was, his mind had played a bad thought on him. He didn't want to get away from her. She had felt such a pleasant sensation when she had accidentally brushed against his body. Forcing himself to stay away from its delicious smell he takes two steps back to walk away.

"You didn't have to with the book the other day ...”

Lucy turns around when she is sure that the redness on her cheeks has completely left her skin but then, Jungkook takes out a book from his cloth bag.

"Oh, my mother, my mother!" I do not believe you. I've been looking for this book every time Mel put the job but always told me she didn't have it.

He snatches the book from her with too exciting speed when he recognizes the book.

“Since when do you like witchcraft, Jungkook?” He hums mockingly as he glides his fingers across the uneven surface of the cover, in a hypnotized smile.

"If you don't want it ..."

“Yes, yes!” She hugs the book, afraid she will take it away.

Jungkook laughs softly.

Lucy takes the book off to look at it, jumps with excitement as she squeals like a little girl. She doesn't know when she has dared to run to his body to hug him, but when she is aware of what she has done and tries to separate herself, Jungkook is wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. Suddenly, Lucy hides a smile sinking into her chest. Its honey scent is so comfortable, it inspires enjoying its natural perfume, it takes a step closer to make a better hole in its arms. Jungkook gasps, tilts his head to bury his nose in her neck and bask in her softness, his fingers lightly touching the skin behind her ear. Her small caress makes Lucy stir at the sensation. With an innate craving he clenches his wool sweater in a fist, Jungkook gently caresses the strip of fur again. Smile when you feel the trembling of your body stuck.

"Shall I interrupt?"

Lucy separates agitated when she hears her sister's irritated voice.

"Thank you, really, thank you."

His stuttering is covered by the sound of his hurried footsteps. He runs away from there with his face burning, hoping that Jungkook hasn't seen the shame on his face, but both he and Carina have witnessed his little blush. Jungkook smiles unconsciously, caring little that his behavior was being observed by the other woman.

"Carina, you are beautiful."

Flaunting her majestic dress she waves her hand proudly. His other hand is in a friendly greeting with Jungkook's mother.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Jeon."

"Nothing formal, after all, we will be family soon." Her confidence makes Carina smile with greatness. Completely ignoring his parents and his bored sister. — I can't believe my son is getting married in a week.

Lucy purses her lips, tries to act normally but cannot.

Carina widens her smile when she notices her sidelong disgust.

"Neither do I ... I'm so nervous."

Jungkook's mother turns to a circle of men who speak animatedly.

"Jungkook, son, your fiancee just arrived!"

Jungkook slammed his glass down, placed it on top of the waiter's tray, then loosened the knot in his tie. Really, he had infiltrated the older wolves to hide, had had to put up with old stories of when the pack was a third of what it was now, but it was worth it to get away even for a few minutes.

An old man she had been talking to slaps him on the shoulder for support. He sighs and turns to his mother. He tries to process a charming smile on his girlfriend but is only capable of grimacing.

"These..."

He shuts up.

He sees Lucy a few meters behind, clad in a short but really delicate dress. Jungkook couldn't contain the bubbles of emotion growing inside her, she really was beautiful. The white color suited him wonderfully highlighting his pretty eyes that did not hesitate to observe him.

"Precious..."

"Thanks," Carina responds, taking a quick look at her mother.

"What a boring party." Is this what they call music? ”Her friend scoffed as she played with the liquid in her glass. Lucy shrugged, then finished her third drink. When he threatens to leave her on the small table behind him, Ginger grabs her shoulders to stop her. "Don't turn around."

"What happens?"

Lucy frowns in concern.

"Would you believe me if I told you that your sister's fiancé did not take his eyes off you?"

"Of course not." He chokes on the alcohol when he swallows. You cough when you notice how the drink is going the wrong way. — You should stop drinking because alcohol makes you see things that are not.

"Yeah right."

Red-brushed nails are embedded around his arm.

“May I have a second, I want to talk to my sister?” She demands, lashing out in an unkind tug until she pulls her out of prying eyes.

"Ouch! What are you doing?" Lucy moans in a confused howl from the strangely aggressive pressure that travels through her fingers.

"You've been taunting Jungkook all night."

"You're sick in the head," she clarifies, denying herself absorbed in an incredulous expression, sucking her lips inward to contain herself. She decides to ignore him and walk back to the living room, however, her sister's hand returns her to her place.

"I warn you, stop bothering my fiancé."

"Your ego has gone to your head and your understanding is clouded." Jungkook is my friend, nothing more.

"You're right," he spits bitterly. She smiles, she wears an evil grimace that only anticipates what will come next. —Really, I don't know why I bother if it's clear that she would never notice someone like you.

"Like me?"

"Yes." He tightens his smile, emphasizing a wicked look. "In an immature and horrendous brat who doesn't have two fingers on her forehead, you're not even pretty."

Sigh, release his breath directly to her face to unbalance her. Lucy frowns in pain at her sister's hurtful words. He had always been cruel, he had never lacked time to mess with his appearance, but this time it was different, he sensed it in the way he acted. He had pulled out his claws to defend his position as if he felt Lucy was a threat when he had just told her otherwise.

"You're worth nothing."

He moved closer to her ear so that his whisper would take on a dramatic tone. She emphasized the last word to make it stand out from the rest. Lucy swallowed nervously, a swirl of anguish crouching inside her stomach from the lack of delicacy. She knew that she shouldn't listen to her, she was just a hurt woman for some reason that she couldn't explain. But it was the derogatory tone and the way his eyes killed her in anger. She didn't know that it hurt more, if her sister's slurs or the fact that deep down she knew she was right. I never considered myself a good specimen, haughty and pushy. No beta approached her if it weren't for sweet reasons. She always walked alone waiting for someone to surprise her, but that never happened, it only existed in her head.

Until now.

"Lucy." An oddly low voice sounded behind him. Startling her by sudden interruption of her thoughts. She turns around and twitches a weary sigh.

"Tony, I'm not in the mood. Go, please."

"We need to talk."

Lucy inevitably stared out the window, seeing her sister hanging on Jungkook's arm. She was smiling as she bragged about something she couldn't hear from a distance. As if struck by a current, Jungkook squinted into the darkness of the porch, but there was no one there anymore. Her desire to get out of there was greatly increased by accepting that Tony will guide her down the dark steps at the back of the house.

“Haven't we gotten too far away?” He asks, not stopping to observe everything that had a little moonlight reflected on its surface. It had been a while since they had started on this walk, Tony had been silent and certainly, Lucy was beginning to wonder if accepting his offer had really been a good idea.

"It's so they won't listen to us."

"I think that's enough, I don't even know where we are."

She stopped abruptly causing Tony to turn and look at her strangely.

"Lucy, forgive me."

—Tony, we've already talked about this, you aspire to things that I don't. We don't have the same goals, the same dreams. We were always different, now I realize how wrong I was to accept that this happened.

"But what are you saying?" You love Me.

"No, Tony. I liked you but I never loved you. "I confess, the words had been previously selected in his head so as not to reject him too abruptly, but the fatigue was cleverly perceived between his tired grimace and lowered shoulders." Sorry, "I sigh. Taking steps carefully so as not to trip over the dark stones.

His hand tied to her arm holding her back.

"We need to talk," I pronounce slowly with a bright threat in his eyes.

"We've said enough," he said, shivering from the nerves that covered his vision. He shook his arm but he just cocked his fingers more. "Tony, let go of me I have to go back."

"You love me," he repeated in a desperate air. Lucy widened her eyes in fright as she took painfully slow steps toward him. "I'm going to show you how much I love you."

He yanked her onto the nearest log just to adjust to her body as soon as he had the chance. Her nose inspired his perfumed scent eagerly as she trembled paralyzed. His nails embedded in the rough wood with a disturbed look. He began to deliver small kisses to the bottom of her jaw, sticking out his sticky tongue to lick a strip of her syrupy neck. Lucy shrugged her head in response, feeling the real fear when his hands clenched her and she felt his hard erection on her thigh.

"My precious beta ..." her breath falling into the shell of her ear before she licked it with emphasis. Lucy patted her chest desperately, attacking with her hands in an absurd attempt to pull him away.

“Stop!” I yell, sick and scared. Holding back an anguished sob at the top of her throat. All she did was get Tony to growl and hold her tighter in his lumberjack arms.

"Don't scream, no one is going to listen to you, we're in the middle of nowhere. Don't make this more difficult, Lucy."

He hit his body again this time making it at least a few inches apart. He sank his body into the crisp wood of the tree groaning in pain as he felt loose strands dig into his back.

"Let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone," I plead, opening my teary eyes so that he will change his mind, that being his breaking point.

"Damn it, I just want to convey to you how much I love you so hard it is to understand!" If you don't want to understand it the good way then the bad way it will be… ”A hand went up to wrap the column of his neck and thus keep his face free for him. He smiled, pulling his teeth out in a sharp smile. Lucy kicked when she buried her mouth in his neck, she knew what she would do when she felt the fangs in her neck.

"No ..." she sobbed.

A furious roar echoed through every space in the forest. So furious and scandalous that Tony caught a glance before falling to the ground pushed by strong arms. Lucy slid down the tree, killing her bent legs. Her hand covered her neck still feeling the edge of her fangs.

Another furious roar.

Lucy tore her gaze from the dried leaves to find a scene too terrifying. Jungkook hitting with all his fury the face buried in the earth of Tony. Flipping him violently with each punch. Fixing a bloodshot gaze, pulling out the fangs at each lunge. He tried to get up but his knee failed, he had to lean on the trunk not to collapse.

"Jungkook," I whisper weak. Not abandoning that fear that I still felt. Jungkook looked up from Tony's badly injured body to look at her with concern. His eyes darting to the hand covering his neck. He got up as fast as he could and approached her too nervously.

"Are you okay? Has that motherfucker done anything to you?" He growled, the vein in his neck sticking out at every word. His breathing hitched at his chest but he didn't seem to mind. With too much tenderness he uncovered his neck to see two red marks but without going deep. He sighed, feeling relieved and selfishly good. Lucy welled up tears at his pitiful gaze. She buried her head in his chest to calm her sobs. Jungkook stroked her head slowly. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving you alone."

"Where could it be?" Has he come home? ”Her father asked in an anguished tone as he wandered around the empty room.

"Lucy would never leave without telling us." Her worried mother assured her to try to calm her husband's uncomfortable hustle a little.

Carina rolls her eyes.

"Please, you're putting on too much of a drama, he's always sneaked out of ..."

Jungkook's mother's outrageous heels stormed in.

Behind her husband walks with a long face.

“Have you seen Jungkook?” Her mother added in a panic attack. It was not common for her son to leave the party in the middle of a conversation. She had been worried since she saw him leave in a hurry.

The glass opening was what twitched the nerves of everyone present. Immediately everyone turned in alarm to find a Jungkook with his shirt stained with mud. His mother covered her amazed mouth when the poor and trembling Lucy appeared behind him with her tousled dress and red neck. But undoubtedly, what caught the most attention was the boy that Jungkook so skillfully dragged by his mother's velvet carpet.

"Lucy! OMG, what happened?"

Her mother ran to wrap her daughter in her arms, who soon began to cry when she felt the heat of the home again.

"This jerk has tried to take her into the woods," Jungkook roared into the air. Wrinkling her nose when the memory of him trying to mark her came magically to knock her good pose down. He released his shirt causing it to drop straight to the floor, the drool hanging and his mouth bloody as he lay dying on the fluffy carpet.

"He?"

Her mother grabbed her shoulders to inspect the mark on her neck.

"No." I assure, licking my lips so I can speak. "Jungkook was on time, Mom."

The woman sighed in relief.

"Thank heaven."

"That happens to you for being anybody," her sister accused in a too despicable tone. Her father turned shocked to his daughter.

"Carina, please, that comment is too much!"

"Tomorrow everyone will know what happened tonight." He pointed coldly at his sister as if it wouldn't affect him. His mother immediately looked at Jungkook's mother, who looked down at the dying individual in her living room.

"I'll try not to talk about it much, but you know what the rumors are like."

"No one will want to marry her," Carina commented in a low whisper that did nothing more than hide her inner joy.

"I will do it."

Everyone watched Jungkook's jaw drop. Everyone except Lucy who had frozen in her mother's arms, sticking her head out to look at him too shocked.

"It is a solution," he commented to his father in an attempt to convince him. Mr. Jeon seemed to think about it as he placed a finger on his chin and turned to seek his wife's approval.

"But are you listening to each other?" What kind of mental dementia makes you think it's a good idea? Do not!

“Carina!” Her mother said in a dominant cry. The girl opened her mouth as she exhaled fire from anger. Heading towards Jungkook so that he could convey his agony.

"It's her problem she has gotten into." I understand that you want to help her but there are many ways.

"It is my decision, father."

Sitting with her hands on her knees as she watched her mother's reflection travel across the room.Combed with a tousled braid that ran down the right side of her shoulder. Looking back into that mirror, she thought that perhaps this would be the last time she could feel the warm relaxation of her space. She tried not to cry so as not to ruin the makeup so exquisite that her mother had taken the time to do it.

He couldn't find the exact words to describe how he felt. Nerves had indeed taken the form of lingering chills. He always assured his crazy and dreamy person that the day they would take his hand would be the happiest of his life, and yet he kept thinking that this situation had been forced.

"Here it is, it was from your great-grandmother, then it happened to your grandmother and then to me. Now it's your turn to take it."

"Why are you crying, Mom?" I whisper in a small smile when she saw slight drops caress her cheeks.

"It's not every day my girl gets married," I croon melancholy as I hooked a loose lock with the blue clasp. I sigh, stroking her daughter's bare shoulders. "We should have had this talk later but the situation has been a bit rushed."

“About what?” She scowled her outlined eyebrows.

"About the rules in marriage, my love."

"Mom..."

"You know what will happen tonight, Jungkook will take you and be his wife. You must have puppies, all you can and ..."

"Mom, I don't want to talk about this. Can you please go away?"

"I know it's difficult, at first it takes a little getting used to but I'm sure my girl will do very well. Jungkook is a great man who has done us a great favor, keep that in mind."

I kiss her forehead lovingly before leaving her thoughtful in the mirror.

Everything happened so fast, in less than a blink he found himself closing his eyes to the roar of applause from the guests. Stop in the middle of an altar full of precious flowers. Being the center of attention and the reason for the excited whistles.

"You may kiss the bride."

Lucy gulped when the priest's words broke through all the screaming. His eyes ceased to outline the flowers in a nervous air. The seat next to him shifted back, implying that Jungkook had risen. Lucy took the fabric of her skirt and tightened it anxiously before getting up. Raising her chin little by little in a situation that seemed more eternal than the cycle of the earth. Connecting their eyes for the first time since they had made the pact in that stone seat. Jungkook sighed when he noticed how his bright pupils faded as the agony continued to rage. Guilt gnaws at him like a disease that destroys everything in his path.

He moved just a little closer to receive her rejection in a fearful gasp. So, banishing the desire he had to caress that fleshy mouth with his lips, he decided to bring a kiss to his forehead and walk away as soon as possible. Lucy, who had closed her eyes not to witness out of embarrassment, opened them in surprise to find a Jungkook further away than she ever walked to the garden with the guests.

He had hardly had a bite of the wonderful cake that Mrs. Jeon had prepared. The food had danced with her fork the short time dinner had lasted. The dance was more awkward than I imagined. Everyone exhaling tender sighs while the couple glowed in the middle of the garden. Envious women who wanted to take their place, themselves as men who longed to feel what Jungkook's hands touched as she delicately adjusted herself on the bare area of ​​his back. They were both tense.

I kept thinking about what would come next, there was less left for the evening to end and the guests to leave. With the end of each song his greatest fear was approaching, he should spend the night with Jungkook.

A couple of Jungkook's cousins ​​dragged her away to talk about marriage issues. However, Lucy was absent and lost in a sea suffocated by a storm of nerves. Himself, when they gave more than two in the morning, one of the cousins ​​took her with complicit laughter to her room. He left her alone saying goodbye with a wink that he did not see as he fell into bed.

Very soon, the door opened in a scandalous screech, standing firm with her back stretched up as she turned to see her husband. He was shocked when he saw how shabby he looked, his tie untied and his vest buttons undone with a shirt half out.

"I'll sleep in the room at the end of the hall to let you rest." A hoarse voice accompanied by an unstable babble. Lucy raised her eyebrows when she could smell alcohol filling the room. Looking more closely at his appearance, he noticed how the red cheeks and lost eyes gave rise to the thought that the stains on his pants had not been water. He looked really tired as he leaned his back against the door to stand upright.

"But this is your room," she whispered persuasively. Jungkook waved his hand away as he crawled over to his dresser to grab his nightwear.

"Never mind."

Puzzled by his sudden stability, she was left with the word in her mouth when Jungkook closed the door two seconds later.

Two weeks later.

Like every waking up in the last days, there was a part of her that wanted to continue sleeping, to sink her head into that fluffy pillow and forget about her problems. But ignoring them wasn't the best option, still, he spent as much time as he could in the isolated room that had been on his property for a couple of days.

After the wedding night a cold air had crept in between them, Jungkook hardly spoke a word that was not strictly necessary, whether it was a good morning or a goodbye. When she left the room, he seemed to notice her presence and go to the garden with some excuse without any reliable argument. He would be lying if he said that this contempt did not hurt him in the deepest, ignoring her had become his favorite activity.

So, she was pleasantly surprised when she went down to breakfast to see two cups on the table.

"Good morning." He nodded as he walked past him so he could sit down.

"Good morning." Unlike her shyness, Jungkook seemed much more awake and with an overwhelming air that made that distressed sensation ease somewhat.

Lucy picked up her fork and began to eat silently with overly careful bites as she noticed a gaze piercing her from the other end.

"When you finish breakfast I want to teach you one thing."

True to his word, after devouring what was left of his plate, Jungkook rose from the table and she followed behind. He felt a swirl of emotions that he could not stop.

What she wasn't expecting was for him to lead her to a huge library that she hardly knew existed.

"It is huge," I admit in a scream that he confessed the wonderful surprise that had been. The books placed perfectly on the bookshelves almost perfectly, you could tell that it was an important place for Jungkook since the brightness of his eyes gleamed menacingly.

"It is entirely yours." Feel free to pick up any book you want, although we can always go to town to buy more.

"With the ones here, I think that's enough." My God! ”I shout excitedly when I visualize a golden cover more than familiar among so much wood. She raised an eyebrow, opening her mouth surprised to find that type of book, there. “Do you have the story of Little Red Riding Hood and the wolf?” She furrowed her eyebrows in a grimace accompanied by a small smile. It was so striking that he had a children's tale among great classics that he could hardly see that Jungkook's cheeks had camouflaged a soft red.

"It was my favorite when I was little, I didn't fall asleep unless my mother read it to me at least twice." He confessed, exhaling those childhood memories. He smiled, imagining the situation of a little Jungkook between blankets as he begged his mother to start his reading. Although it died down in the same way that a feeling of remorse arose, he no longer spent time with his parents, least of all with his mother.

"You should have given him war ..."

Her velvety voice led him back to reality. Her smile just appeared when I watched from afar as Lucy's small feet leaned to reach the book. A feeling of tenderness similar to that of the other time caused him to walk to offer his help.

"Wait, I will ..."

But Lucy had already managed to catch him and they collided almost unintentionally when she got down and he lunged forward. Her back pressed to his chest harder than last time, feeling the hot breath falling into her ear, making her goose bumps. He swallowed and turned around, leaning on the shelf. Her fingers gripped the book with maddening anxiety as she realized how close they were so painful between them. Jungkook had a hand on the shelf next to her head for support, aware or not, that he was cornering her. Jungkook raised his hand in a delicate caress to her chin to get a better view of her clear eyes. The arm she had supported was closing the distance at too slow a speed, torturing her with the prospect of her dilated irises. His dark gaze kept her in place, almost instinctively or because she was amazed by that intense gaze. Her lips parted as he brought his thumb up to stroke her chin in small circles. Lucy closed her eyes to heighten the sense of pleasure, barely aware that Jungkook was approaching tortuously slow steps toward a single destination. She lifted her head a little to give him better access when she felt the brush of his nose on hers followed by a small contact with the soft skin of her approaching lips.

"Mister Jungkook your guest has just arrived." The voice of one of the house servants caused Jungkook to walk away immediately and Lucy to hide her face placing the book on her warm face.

“What guest?” I snort, trying to sound as kind as possible being aware that I had interrupted. The elderly man left the library without answering. Jungkook rubs his palm over his face to calm down and not kill whoever has come to his house without warning. Something told him that his parents' absence had something to do with the surprise guest. I glance at Lucy apologetically which the girl received with an embarrassed nod.

Through the hallway upstairs, he could already smell a peculiar perfume. The citrus smell was unmistakable, I just hope it was a mistake and that it really wasn't who I felt.

Unfortunately, going down the stairs to his huge mansion, he realized that his sense of smell had not fooled him.

"Cousin Kook but how long without seeing you!" Have you put on weight? ”Burlon, with the biggest and most false smile he could show as he followed his steps up the stairs. Jungkook snorted more than annoyed as he glared at his father, who kept a serious expression next to his wife.

“What is he doing here?” He didn't hide his anger in an ironic tone like his cousin did.

"He came on behalf of the neighboring town." I have invited you for a few days to file the sloths, please be kind.

His father's pleas caused him to sigh.

"Yes, Kook treat me like a princess." His maniacal laugh made his hair stand on end. He clenched his fists trying to control his wolf from taking over. However, another sweet smell made her look up quickly toward the stairs. "But what have we got here?" I had heard that you were married but the rumor had not reached me that your wife was such a beautiful specimen.

Lucy was halfway there when she felt the other alpha's piercing gaze from below. Her stomach clenched when she felt his eyes travel as far as he could without cutting himself. I look at Jungkook terribly self-conscious but he barely looked at him and he was already grunting at his cousin.

"Taehyung called me, did you ..." I walk in a flattering air to where she was when she finished going down the stairs to gently hold her hand and plant a kiss on the back, leaving her with a shiver. His dark eyes were similar to Jungkook's but much more mischievous. With nothing more than to compare both smiles that although they were too far away, Jungkook's toothy smile was as pleasant as the square of that flirtatious wolf.

"Lucy, please go." More than a plea, it sounded more like an overly demanding order. The vein in his neck already looked too visible, implying that his patience was running out.

"What? No, why so soon?"

Lucy looked at Jungkook for answers but only got a neutral and overly intense gaze.

"Listen to me."

"You are a curmudgeon, Cousin Kook."

"What a heady smell, shit, I had never smelled such a smell." How lucky you are to fuck, I almost become like a small wild omega when its perfume has gone up my nostrils.

"Signature." Gag. Slipping the folder with the papers into a noisy slip.

But Taehyung smiled mischievously.

"It must have been a pleasure being paired with someone so cute," he commented. I borrow a pen from the desk to capture his signature. They were just papers that agreed to the new territory deal. Delimiting their land so that there are no misunderstandings when hunting. Jungkook was deeply upset with his father's actions, he could have brought his uncle, at least he would not have to endure such high alpha airs. She didn't want him here, much less knowing that Lucy was close. He was jealous, damned jealous. Because although he trusted her, not so much in him.

"It is not your fault." Now get out of my sight.

"Oh come, we are family, there are no secrets between blood brothers. What was it like to take it? Delicious sure. What legs and what small breasts so well placed, how does your ..."

"If you talk about my female again with those words." No. ”He patted the table as he got up, a shout rumbling dominated by his primitive impulses. He had to calm down or he would end up transforming and slitting his neck. She closed her eyes, hiding her fiery red irises as she ran her tongue over her raging lip. "If you ever talk about my female again, no matter what it is, I'm going to rip your throat out with my fangs."

"Well, it hit you hard."

"Stay away from her, Taehyung." Don't force me to follow through on my threat.

"Relax, you're a little tense," the brown-haired boy lied, rising to rest his hands on his cousin's shoulders. Jungkook identified the fact as a mockery, finally roaring at Taehyung so that he would take his hands off her. Fangs coming out to impose dominance, Taehyung ended up walking away as he raised his hands to the air, hiding with an awkward smile how much his howl had stunned him.

"You better not notice your scent near her."

"Too bad my beloved uncles can't join us for this delicious dinner," Taehyung mentioned as he devoured a piece of meat with a pleasant smile. Jungkook rolled his eyes, then looked at Lucy to verify her condition. She looked awkward, too self-conscious about dining with someone she didn't know.

"Yes, eat and be quiet."

"Were you always so irascible or is it because I'm close to your female?"

Lucy, who until then had been quietly eating, raised her head to Taehyung quite surprised. Flashing nervously as she clarified in her head if what she had just said was true, or just the result of her joking nature. Jungkook had to hold back a groan to stay seated and not jump at his cousin's neck.

"Shut up and eat," he growled menacingly. Casting out your voice I recorded with as much impatience as shame. Lucy was listening to everything, and if she could perceive, just a little bit, discomfort in her. Taehyung would end up in the backyard with his head buried in the ground.

"Why are you reacting like this?" A moment ago you were yelling at me that if I approached her you would nail my fangs.

"With permission," she apologized in a too embarrassed whisper. Jungkook frowned too sadly when he saw her almost run to disappear. He squeezed the fork showing his white knuckles with a thirst for blood, specifically, that of his cousin. Giving Taehyung a voracious glance, he ran after her to try to explain.

It was a relief to him to see her climb the stairs.

"Sorry, it is martyrdom to dine with someone like him." I shouldn't have asked you to come down to dinner with us. ”He spoke too regretfully. Lucy suspended her leg and turned, holding on to the railing. She contracted when she saw true overwhelm in Jungkook's dark pupils, at least he had come looking for her.

"Yeah, it's kind of weird," I whisper. I go down the steps to shorten the distance, staying a couple higher to place his eyes on a level with his. Taehyung's inappropriate comments had made her more uncomfortable than she would like to admit, but that had not been the main reason she had decided to run away. "What she said ..." soft babble. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed too hard. There was illusion in its brilliance, so much so that Jungkook was almost blind. She could feel the intensity with which her heart beat, nervous about an answer. "Is it true?"

"It is not so, I just warned him that he will not approach you. He did not mean it, well, unless he makes it clear." He ended up confessing. Lucy pursed her lips, she had avoided his question.

"Would you only do that to him if he got close to me? Why?"

He didn't know what, but his chest heaved with excitement, if he could ever know that Jungkook saw her as a female and not as the girl he had been forced to marry to keep his bond.

"You should have listened to the endless barbaric things he said about you as if he were an omega in heat." I don't want him to be near you, that's all.

"Your female said."

Jungkook straightened his back taut, his shoulders haughty from the rise of his chest in alarm. He felt anxiety in her, a need that was mortifying him. She didn't want to hurt him, because if she did, he would.

"Yeah, well, don't take it into account. Taehyung says a lot of nonsense. It's the only thing he's good at."

"I don't know why, but I have a feeling you're hiding something from me, Jungkook."

"I'm not hiding anything from you."

"Then why do you run away to the room farthest from the hallway every night?" Gripping the railing too tightly. She was agitated, annoyed by her cowardice.

"That's my business," he growled before walking out the other door.

Lucy tried to go down the steps to follow him but suddenly, her belly contracted curving her towards the railing. She moaned a little dizzy, thinking innocently that it was from eating so fast at dinner.

Drowned in her own sweat, anguished by the heat so suffocating that itchy between her legs. He opened his mouth and roared impatiently. Had a month already passed? As he could, he got out of bed almost dragging himself across the floor to get urgently to the bathroom kit. She opened the closet with so much anxiety that the products were scattered on the floor, the occasional shampoo spilling its contents. He didn't care too much, now he had more important things to take care of.

"It can't be," I sob. Her belly contracted so powerfully again that she ended up on her knees. She did not recall having been so suffocatingly hot. She felt the moisture between her thighs when I rub them out of necessity. Now he understood that rush to unite male and female when they were just beginning to be considered adults. Females were usually warm once a month when the full moon shone high in the dark sky. Also, he had known, from the many books he had read on the female body, that, as you turned years, the need for you to be taken was getting stronger. Until now, I hadn't felt the need to get fucked so badly.

I was involved in a pretty serious problem. Its heat had never passed without the inhibitirios and if it hurt now, he couldn't imagine how it would roar when midnight will come.

As best he could, he managed to hold himself up to go back to bed. With beads of sweat and red cheeks trying not to faint on the way. A delicious smell began to cloud her senses, these being much more receptive when his heat possessed her, a smell of honey, delicious honey coming from the closet. I drag my feet toward the cabinet, licking his mouth at how dry it was. When he opened its doors, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth fell open at the overpowering scent of the hanging garment. It was his jacket and his fucking scent.

Lucy slammed the door when she felt lucidity for a second. He had to go back to bed, even if he didn't want to, he had to. He couldn't continue torturing himself with her scent because that would make his situation worse.

But it didn't last long, her belly throbbed furiously again, taking away the little sanity she'd tried to establish. Her legs couldn't be any more wet from the exhorted amount of lubrication that was expelled from her vagina. His hole closing around nothing, urgently demanding to be filled by something, by an alpha's cock.

She opened the doors like a desperate woman. When the garment ripped, its scent not only penetrated her nose, it also contracted her belly even further. Lucy, lost in that exciting scent, ripped the jacket from the hanger, breaking it into a thousand pieces. He brought the garment up to his nose and breathed in its scent.

She growled completely overpowered, controlled by her scent, she ended up running down the hall in search of him.

I needed it to ease her.

He needed me to fuck her so badly.

He wanted his fucking cock between her thighs.

"Jungkook ..." I sob at the door. Anxiously scratching at the wood when I try to open it to find it closed. Jungkook woke up suddenly as a desperately sweet scent rose up his nose roses. I gasp, looking down at the sheets. His cock throbbed in need as I heard her moan behind the door.

He got up, sweating from his hands and his mouth suddenly dry. I put her ear to the door to hear her better.

"Get away," he growled. Lucy gasped needlessly, feeling distressed at his rejection. What he didn't know is that, Jungkook was controlling himself, he was using all his self-control not to knock down the door and fuck her in the hallway, open her beautiful legs and sink his cock deep inside her until he shouted her name.

"Please ... It hurts so much." His needy little howl was too devastating. Her irises took on the reddish color of her wolf when she squeezed her thighs and her wonderful lubrication rose up her nose. He licked his lips anxiously, too overwhelmed. He put his hand on the latch. I gasp at the anticipation.

But he shook his head away from the door.

"Go back to sleep, Lucy." He growled back. "I don't want to hurt you."

Jungkook slammed his fist against the door. Why did everything have to be so unfair? Why should he have known her like this? He cursed in fury when he heard him walk down the hall. He had perceived disappointment, sadness, much pain. Damn, he didn't reject her because he didn't want her, his damn erection screamed to sink into her tight pussy, but, the feeling of guilt was still installed in his chest.

He didn't want her to think he was taking advantage of her.

Too overwhelmed by shortness of breath, she ran to the nearest balcony. His hands hit the railing in anguish as he crashed into it. He stretched his neck back, his head back, the cool air calming his anxiety a little.

"My God, I've been following your scent all over the hall." A hoarse voice appeared from behind. Scaring her too much. Turning, he encountered Taehyung's mischievous pout. She clung to the wall as much as she could when she saw the air brazenly smelling. "Are you okay puppy?" I can help you with something?

"I don't think you can help me on this," I stammer in a hoarse tone. He didn't like the threatening look with which he was running her. He watched her with lust, his intense red eyes as he approached with slow steps.

"I think so," he assured. He smiled, gleaming his tongue in one step through his fangs. "But, I'm confused." Why aren't you fucking your husband? ”She scoffed, giggling wickedly at the need on her face. Delighting in the wet sweat that stuck her nightgown to her skin. Then, in an act that couldn't scare her anymore, Taehyung seemed to hit something on his head, stopping abruptly with a too dark, mischievous glow. “It hasn't taken you, yet.

"No, he, yes ...

"Don't lie to me or burn in hell, needy puppy," I whisper too attracted by my gasp. He strode over to me to stand in front of me, lightly imposing his body. I swallowed saliva burdened by the smell of pine that began to rise up my nose. Taehyung smelled great, but it wasn't the scent he wanted. I felt too small under his piercing predatory gaze. "Damn, how could I have rejected you and more when you have your heat?"

"He has not rejected me, I am the one who has decided to go through this." I tried to face him, thanking the cold weather for helping me to reduce the suffocation a little. But, I didn't count on him also being able to take advantage of the movement of the air to better inhale my scent and to know, through my heartbeat and my fear, that he was lying.

"But how capricious is destiny and what a beautiful coincidence. My parents are crazy because I do not commit myself, it is not my fault that the betas of my town are not pleasant to me. Like ... like you."

"You should listen to Jungkook and go back to bed."

I tried to get under his arm but he immediately got in the way.

"Oh! Wasn't it you who had decided not to relieve yourself?"

"I have to go," she sobs. This was getting out of hand, he could perfectly feel the need in his eyes, in the evil play of his tongue on his fangs.

"Don't go, going through the heat without a male is very hard." I can help you, let me ease you ...

"I'm already taken ..."

As I pulled my face away from his hand when I tried to stroke my cheek, I became hysterical. My heaving chest being stopped by his. I was very close, I wanted to go. Damn, I should have stayed in bed.

"Trickster pup, I can smell how needy you are from here." Just let me ...

"I warned you not to go near her." A deafening roar came from the balcony entrance. Taehyung stopped cornering me by turning abruptly. I shrugged my stomach full of fear. Jungkook roared furiously at his cousin, he was really afraid that in one of these he would jump against him and kill him. His gaze was so threatening, red irises, his chest heaving as he blew air out of his mouth.

"I have only offered my help." I was greatly surprised when I perceived fear in his tone, Taehyung seemed terribly terrified by the way he looked at his white knuckles.

"I'm going to slit your throat so deep that your pathetic alpha blood stained my mother's carpet," he roared. She screamed in fright when in overly striding strides, she approached Taehyung and lifted him up into the air before slamming his back against the wall. The chestnut groaned disoriented, coughing as Jungkook began to squeeze his neck.

"Jungkook ..." I sob scared to see him lose control like that. The muscles in his back tensed, then he dropped Taehyung's body to the ground, letting him cough from lack of oxygen.

"I told you to go back to your room, Lucy!" Damn it! ”He turned to her with all the rage in the world. Lucy cringed against the wall when she saw him approach.

"It's not even my room!" All this would not have happened if instead of marrying me you had married my sister! ”She cried. He ran away with tears clouding his sight. She couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't take her rejection, her screams anymore. She urgently needed to sink her head into her pillow and cry until she ran out of water on her body. She never imagined that she could yell at him like that, look at him with such contempt.

She entered the room slamming the door. She didn't care that Jungkook's parents heard her in her little tantrum. He ran to the bed and sat down as he placed his hand on his chest.

The door opened, then slammed shut more loudly than hers.

"Get up, let's talk," he demanded. Standing in front of the bed with his arms crossed. He was too irritated, he needed to control himself but that would require a time he didn't have.

"I don't want to talk to you," she denied as she drove her tear-stained gaze to the bed. She didn't want to look at him, she felt so humiliated and despised.

“You are an unconscious, how could it occur to you to wander around the house knowing that there is another male nearby that can smell you?” He growled, moving his arms from side to side, losing control. Thinking of everything that could have happened if he hadn't arrived on time, of the consequences that would have ruined everything. The moment an alpha marks you, you lose any chance of belonging to another male. The beta bite was easy to replace. But Taehyung was an alpha, if he had marked his precious neck, goodbye, because that would mean that his scent, his blood, his everything would belong to him. And that, that bitter feeling had him too upset. He didn't want it to belong to anyone but him, from the first time he smelled her, from the first time he saw her, he knew in the depths of his heart that this female would be for him.

"Do you mind?"

"Of course he does, you're my wife!"

“I am nothing of yours, nor have you even taken me!” His dominant roar caught him off guard. Accustomed to keeping situations under control, I let Lucy get up and push him away. Jungkook did not move, he was simply surprised by how really upset he noticed her. He felt so much disappointment, a craving so strong that it clouded his character. One more push, a heartbreaking sob, Jungkook caught his hands before he continued to hurt himself. Suddenly, all the anger, all the jealousy left her body, changing into a feeling of guilt. A terrible and distressing feeling of sadness. I hear her heart pound, her irises swell. She wasn't mad at him, she was mad at herself. That feeling ended up confusing him.

Lucy, still defeated by exhaustion, continued to stir in her arms, screaming, crying, pleading for him to leave. Jungkook ended up overpowered by his instincts, drawing her tightly to him. She was silenced by the touch of his hot breath on the sensitive skin of her upper lip. He swallowed, the alpha's fingers clenching his arm so eagerly that he would swear that tomorrow he would have bruises on his skin. I avoid eye contact, closing my eyes, tilting my head to avoid being controlled by her red irises.

"You haven't even kissed me ..." he confessed with all the pain in the world. Opening her eyes to send him a heartbreaking look, full of broken illusions. Jungkook stared at the deep detail of his yellowish irises. His fingers tightened more intensely, he could not control himself, less when the smell of his heat impacted urgently on his nose. Much less when an anxious moan emerged from her perfect lips after rubbing her thighs. Her eyelids half closed with excitement. Its brilliance startled at the bad need to be reciprocated.

Jungkook couldn't take it anymore, too much emotion, too much demure. He could no longer hold back, he had lost because he had fallen before his most primitive self. Jungkook squeezed his arm again, emitting a hoarse moan when he inhaled thoroughly. His smell. Damn it, it was dripping. It was ready for him, so that he would take it as he had wanted so much.

"Jungk ...

But he had already silenced her. He slammed her against the door to press her against his body. He grabbed her by the neck and brought her to his desperate mouth. Her lips parted wide, not caring that he was being too rough. He had been too long ignoring her wishes, now they would be more than rewarded. Lucy's eyes tightened at the addictive taste of his saliva. He groaned, letting his inner wolf take the reins, reaching up his hair to clench his hair in a fist as they eagerly ate their mouths. There was a moment when Jungkook parted his lips, causing such a flattering snap that he almost lost his identity. She, seized with excitement, ran to glue their mouths together, but Jungkook held her in place in an overly revealing growl. Lucy gasped in agitation from shortness of breath. Jungkook groaned before dominance kissing her again. Their kiss was so dirty, full of passion and accumulated lust. Out of necessity, Jungkook's hands slid down the curve of her waist until they reached her hip and clenched them eagerly. She stifled a pleading moan. He kept going down terribly slow, squeezing her bottom, making it collide with the protruding bulge that caged his pants.

"God I want to fuck you so badly." He almost drowned out his voice when he returned he felt the moisture of his crotch wet his needy erection. Lucy gasped in pain, a fear in her eyes making him stop abruptly. "Lucy, if you don't want us to ... We better stop now."

But she was too fucked up, she was still scared, but it wasn't because of the situation, or because of him, she was just panicked not to like him without clothes.

"I want to," she whispered, pulling her mischievous tooth closer to stretch her lip. Jungkook placed his open palms on his waist to bring his noses together and thus, not miss the detail of his dilated eyes.

"Fuck," I howl. Desperate, he urgently kneaded her butt making her moan. He crushed his hands on her thighs to lift her up. Her legs encircled his waist, her small body matched his so well. Jungkook didn't waste much time finishing taking her to the bed to throw her on the sheets. Her back bounced up the nightgown, revealing to her anxious eyes the sweet skin of her velvet thighs. Lucy, excited, tried to rub her thighs to calm the itch in her crotch, but Jungkook didn't let her. She crushed her hands to his skin and spread her legs too desperately. His hand went to his sweaty face, letting his fingers run in soft caresses down her neck, licking his lips at the sight so appetizing. He let his hand roam the endless ends of her collarbones, gently skirting the bone until she fell into the valley of her breasts with her nipples presenting herself enthusiastically to him. I knead one of her breasts while sighing. Lucy cried, dropping her head. Her delicious sweaty neck exposed for her mouth. I couldn't be more excited to mark it. Jungkook raised his corners to form a delightful smile, his eyes directed to the dark stain of her panties. "I can smell from here how needy you are for an alpha's cock."

"Please ..." I sob disturbed by the uncontrollable need I suffered. Her back was curved forward so as not to lose the sensation of his touch. With her legs open for him. Jungkook reached for her panties and gently squeezed her fingers. Making them wet and a little sticky. Lucy gasped, groaned, all she could emit was coming out of her half-open mouth. Her nightgown was almost ripped from her weak, dying body. Her nipples greeted him erect with excitement. On instinct, Jungkook licked his lips imagining what it would be like to have those beautiful, round and perfect breasts in his mouth. Another in his place would have lost his mind, ripped his pants off and started to fuck her, but maybe it was the time he had thought about having her so he wanted to have a little time, enjoy his body.

 He took off his shirt, revealing his majestic figure, those broad shoulders, well-marked pecs that gnashed with the desire of his mouth to try, his damn abs, and above all, that path of pubic hair that disappeared through his pants. Those who hid something much more attractive. Jungkook threw his head back leaving the sight of his wide and shiny neck as a reward for how wet the accumulated sweat had left him.

"Give me time, honey." It's been a long time since I've wanted to know the taste of your skin. ”I whisper under a persuasive tone. I put my mouth to her neck to start distributing wet kisses and small bites that did nothing but leave her wanting more. I stick my tongue out to run it inside her neck, her hot breath contrasting against the wet area leaving her completely on edge. Lucy tried to close her thighs but found Jungkook's hips. Her nipples tightened from the pressure of his chest coupled with hers. His hand hooked into her silky hair to stretch from the roots. Jungkook growled disgust bringing his mouth to hers anxiously. Lucy opened her mouth when she felt the pressure of his tongue on her lower lip. I kiss her hard, hard. The nails superficially scratched his broad back as he came down to attack her neck again, this time, much stronger. There was no more compassion, he kissed her, mojo and bit as he wanted.

Like the hand between their bodies to knead her breast urgently, she embedded her nails into his skin when her nipple cried out in pain from the pressure just exerted.

"Oh, Jungkook," she moaned uncontrollably as she felt her teeth roam over his collarbones. His bites, despite being, a little strong, there was some love in them, an affection that was represented with kisses to calm the bruises. He caressed with the surface of his lip until he reached the sensitive skin of his halo, which he wet with his tongue and introduced into his mouth. The salty taste of his skin was too addictive, he was sure, when he had the privilege of clenching his nipple with his teeth, that this game had made him a gambler. It parted, leaving a click too suggestive to slide into the other.

"Shit, from the first time I saw you I wanted to do this." I speak against his skin creating tickles. Lucy moaned as she punched the sheets when her separation was with a suction. "If your pathetic boyfriend hadn't been there, he would have ripped your clothes off and fucked you right there."

"I would have left you," I sob. Too lost in how her tongue sank slowly into her navel. Her body spasmed slightly as she felt an overly suggestive kiss on top of her panties. The pressure of his mouth had been so wonderful that I swear at that moment, that when he took that garment out and kissed her again, he couldn't live a single day without it. Jungkook let out a too hoarse laugh, his breath hitting her folds directly as one of her fingers pushed aside her panties.

"Would my bitch let me pierce her sweet kitty with my huge cock?"

Jungkook stretched his mouth with pleasure as his eyes never stopped looking at his needy gaze. Lucy swallowed nervously, anxious that her lips that brushed her tender spot would drop a little further. Jungkook licked his lips one last time before crushing a sweet kiss right in the center.

"Jungkook ..." she howled agitatedly as she felt more pressure from her sinful lips. Her tongue came to play an important role, starring in a walk between her folds leaving her with a dry throat. "God, yes! Jungkook please ..." She kept screaming ecstatically, and somehow, she loved it. His cock vibrated with enthusiasm inside her pants. She loved his pleading as he kissed her inflated clit. He brought a finger to the scene, stroking its red button so he could stick his tongue down. Lucy moaned uncontrollably with her legs too restless, Jungkook held her open with one hand while the other pressed her palm against his center, before taking the liberty of inserting a finger. His hole cutter sucked easily. A compassionate scream succumbed strongly when she felt what her first orgasm was. Her cheek was resting on the pillow with her mouth open for better breathing. Her belly rising and falling. Her legs dropping from exhaustion.

Jungkook broke up to enjoy his work. Seeing her so agitated just with his tongue made her want to tear her apart. I eagerly remove his pants to release his needy cock. Lucy's eyes widened at the noise and she looked at her. It was much larger than he had expected with the wet pink tip of his own precum. Jungkook moved his cock, stretching his skin, letting the beta's ears hear the wet snap of her masturbation. Her mouth became water but that did not remove the fear that began to help her. It was her first time, she had had an orgasm lubricating her entrance much more, however, that did not block the thoughts of how that would fit inside her little hole. She started to panic because until now she hadn't noticed the pain the first few times.

She tried to get up off the mattress too agitated but Jungkook wrapped her neck to lay her down again. Her red irises caused yellow ones to appear. Lucy began to stir from lack of oxygen while complaining in sobs. Jungkook groaned dominant, leaving her completely still. Pleasure clouded her mind again, leaving her under his control.

"Spread your legs for me, darling," I order too impatiently. Lucy spread her legs, clearing the way for her moisture to hit her nose again. With his free hand he brought the tip of his cock to his hole, letting just his touch cause impatient moans. I run the tip to lubricate with his moisture, Lucy dropped her head while panting too far. "Shit, your little wet kitten is soaking the tip of my cock. Do you want it inside you?"

"Yes," I sob. Spreading your legs wider if possible. Jungkook groaned satisfied at his submission. Her fingers closed enthusiastically in his throat.

"A lot?"

"A lot..."

   Sliding slowly so as not to harm him, finally, he introduced the first centimeters, causing both screams of pleasure. Jungkook started to get dizzy when his tight entrance pressed his walls against him.

"Shit, I won't be able to control myself, you're too close." I sob, letting out a shaky gasp. Too much pleasure was beginning to impose his impulses on his clarity. It was her first time, she really didn't want to split her in two, but it was so hard to stay steady when as he entered, inch by inch, she urgently spread her legs wider.

"Don't do it, take me however you want." You are my alpha I am at your disposal.

  She was so good that she took away what little sanity she had forced herself to keep. He placed himself faithfully on top of her, trying not to crush her completely. He slid his hand down her throat to the nape of her neck and pulled her into his desperate mouth. Their tongues were too anxious. She felt Lucy's nails adjust to her skin, her other hand stretching the strands of her disheveled hair. The kiss was cut off by her when Jungkook made his first lunge. Her head fell limp to the pillow, offering her neck without realizing it. Jungkook grabbed her hips to improve her fit. Lucy moaned again and he smiles on the skin of her chin.

"My sweet submissive puppy." He kissed her ear with a too dark tenderness. Lucy gasped as she let her lips stutter meaninglessly. Jungkook clenched his hips eagerly as he picked up a much more predatory rhythm. He ended up panting hoarsely against his ear. "Tonight I'll settle for taking you like that, spreading my legs as I sink the way I want." But the rest of the nights I want you with your ass up showing me that delicious ass.

"More, give me, more." I almost shouted. Disoriented by the cloud of pleasure that clouded her mind. Her nails leaving small furrows of reddened skin. His hands melted into her hips celebrating a devastating rhythm. It was no longer controlled, the need to make her moan was much stronger.

"Do you like how I fuck you?" I whisper agitatedly against her ear as the head of the bed hit the wall with fury. "My good bitch is going to carry my puppies."

"Yes Yes."

"Shit." He closed his eyes ecstatically. He had never felt such pleasure, it was as if all his instincts would rise to a thousand and his belly was about to explode in a wonderful way.

   Lucy gasped as the pressure returned to her lower abdomen. He brought his hands up to his neck when Jungkook lovingly assaulted his neck again. Lucy groaned in shock as she felt the sharp tips of her fangs crash against her warm skin. He didn't even know why they had appeared, Jungkook had only become aware of his presence when he tried to kiss an old ribeye.

"Take me," she gasped in overwhelming anxiety. Jungkook put his hand to his neck, turned his head to his liking, and finally sank his fangs into his flesh. Jungkook stopped his movements to prevent the wound from getting bigger. Not realizing that the orgasm overwhelmed them when she decided to drink his blood. When they were removed, two small holes were marked on his neck that would later disappear. Creating a bond for life. Lucy pressed her cheek to the fluffy surface with more than surprise. Feeling his cum dripping inside her, hitting her walls with enthusiasm as her small contractions milked him patiently. She was suddenly deeply excited.

A few minutes later, Jungkook came out of it. He lay on the bed with one arm tucked under his head. Lucy snuggled into his chest a little shy as she felt Jungkook's hand tighten on her hip to pull her closer.

"Why did you take so long?" She murmured a little self-consciously. He had just realized that he had been screaming too enthusiastically. She blushed embarrassed. Still a little dizzy, she crushed her cheek to his warm chest. His breath fell heavily against her hair, relaxing her.

"For fear of letting my impulses dominate me. I didn't want to hurt you."

"That time..."

"Yes, dammit, there was nothing I wanted in the world more than to eat your mouth and put your butt on my father's desk." But I shouldn't, we barely knew each other and I didn't want you to form a wrong image of me.

   Lucy put a hand on her chest and looked at him with her eyes open.

"And what image do you think I have of you now?"

"I don't care, because I'm going to do what I told you, Lucy." I love you every night with me.

"Do you love me?" Jungkook managed to perceive her emotion, as her heartbeat ran wild inside her chest, giving her away completely.

"I don't love you, I love you."

  They both drew a too cute smile.

"Me too, alpha."

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Muse (Terra x Reader)

Words: 2049

Warnings: Some cursing, possible secondhand embarrassment, awkward moments, Terra attempting to flirt and failing miserably

Summary: Your crush Terra stops by while you’re trying to paint and things get awkward and angsty real fast.

Author’s Note: Ya girl can’t write romance but she’s trying to learn. If you enjoy this, please like and reblog. And feel free to submit requests!

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The pale yellow sunlight streamed in and the light summer breeze made your thin white curtains dance. You could hear the birds chirping and the crash of the waves in the distance. It was the perfect day to paint, yet here you stood, brush in hand, staring at the blank white canvas. With a groan of frustration, you tossed the brush into your water cup, it hitting the side of the cup with a little plink. It had been a week since you’d last painted something, and for someone like you who usually painted every day, it felt like a lifetime. You just couldn’t think of anything worth painting. You were beginning to think you’d never paint again.

“This is pointless!” you shouted. You stomped over to your bed and flopped down face first. Your face buried in your pillow, you breathed in the lavender scent of the laundry detergent. Maybe if you cut off some of your oxygen flow, you’d hallucinate something to paint.

Before you could test that theory, however, there was a light knock at your door.

“Who is it?” you called, then upon realizing they probably couldn’t hear you with your face in the pillow, you sat up and asked again.

“It’s Terra.”

“Come in!”

The door opened and your fellow keyblade wielders entered, looking around your room slowly as if assessing it. “Every time I come in here, you have something new,” he muttered, looking at the collection of sea shells and other knick knacks that lines your dresser and bookshelf.

“To be fair, I can count the times you’ve been in my room on one hand.” Though you, Terra, Aqua, and Ventus all lived under the same roof as you trained with Master Eraqus, it was rare that any of them came to your bedroom or vice versa. You thought of your room as your quiet space, the place you went to get away from people. There were plenty of other places to talk and laugh with others. This was your space.

Though your room was spacious, as soon as Terra closed the door behind him, you became aware of what an intimate space it was. He’d never been in here without the accompaniment of Ven or Aqua, and even then it was usually a quick pop-in to ask a question. Now, as he looked at your things, your personal belongings, you realized he was seeing you as you were in private, your most honest self, parts of you that you could hide when in public. You also realized you were sitting on your bed in nothing but a small tank top and short shorts and scrambled to your feet, pulling the hems of both articles of clothing down and hoping you weren’t blushing.

You cleared your throat. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but is there a reason you stopped by?”

“Oh,” He turned his gaze to you and you fought the urge to try to hide your body. It wasn’t like you were indecent. You just tended to, you know, wear more clothes around the others. “I was walking by when I thought I heard you shout. I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“Well, I’m not dying if that’s what you mean. I’m just... slightly annoyed with myself. But it’s fine.”

Terra nodded and the two of you stood in silence for a moment, neither of you being the talkative type. Then he glanced at the blank canvas set up by the window. “Were you painting?” he asked.

“Yeah...” you rubbed your arm, feeling slightly embarrassed. No one at the Land of Departure knew you painted. It was a private hobby, one that you felt was directly tied to your emotions. Advertising your paintings would be like shouting to the world, “Hey, look at me! I’m sad today! Now I’m angry! Now I’m in love!”

“Well,” you continued. “I was trying to, but I can’t think of anything to paint.”

“Maybe you need to find your muse,” Terra said. You gave a little laugh of acknowledgement. Terra turned to look at you again, and you thought his face was a little pink. “Maybe I could be your muse.”

Your heart stopped. Did Terra just... flirt with you? Terra didn’t flirt. Flirting was a distinctly un-Terra-like thing to do.

Or at least, Terra didn’t flirt with you. No matter how much you wished he did. Not that anyone knew since you kept your feelings locked away most of the time, but you’d had a crush on Terra since you first came to live here, about a year after he did. But he was always so quiet and so were you, and you thought you’d die of embarrassment if anyone ever found out. Though you’d been just a kid then, you found that feeling followed you into adulthood, as did your crush. You had long ago accepted the fact that nothing would ever happen between the two of you, as you’d never admit your feelings and Terra never seemed interested, always talking to you more as an acquaintance or co-worker than a close friend, the way he talked to Aqua and Ven. If anything, you assumed he and Aqua would eventually get together.

And yet here he stood, in your room, face flushed with embarrassment after flirting with you.

You didn’t know how to react. So you did the worst possible thing you could do. You laughed. It wasn’t a mean laugh. It was an “I’m so awkward and uncomfortable with expressing my feelings that I do NOT know how to react to my crush appearing to return my feelings” laugh, but Terra didn’t seem to know the difference. His face fell and turned even more red. “Forget I said anything.” He lowered his head and hurried toward the door.

“Terra, no, wait!” You called. “I didn’t mean—“ But the door slammed shut and you were left alone.

***

“Y/n! Focus!” Master Eraqus shouted. You snapped back to reality just in time to stop Ven’s keyblade from bashing into your head. “Stop! Both of you. Y/n, will you step outside with me?”

Panting, you put away your keyblade. You shook hands with Ven, who looked both confused and concerned, and followed Eraqus out of the training room. Great. Just when you thought you couldn’t feel worse, you’d disappointed your Master.

“I’m sorry, Master. I know I’m doing poorly. I—“

He held up his hand and you fell silent. “I’m not interested in hearing excuses, Y/n. A keyblade master must be able to focus, no matter what distractions they may have. Your heart must be strong, but you must also prevent it from distracting you.”

“I know, Master. I won’t fail you again.” You hung your head.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off. Clear your head. Figure out how to fix whatever’s bothering you. I expect you to work twice as hard tomorrow, especially if you want to catch up to Aqua and Terra to take the Mark of Mastery exam.”

You nodded. “Of course, Master. Thank you.”

As Eraqus returned to the training room, you stared blankly at the wall in front of you. You felt awful about yesterday. If you could just open up to people, there wouldn’t be a problem. Master Eraqus always told you one of your biggest weaknesses was your inability to show vulnerability. You never understood why. You were vulnerable to your thoughts today and look where that got you. You sighed. You knew you needed to talk to Terra and tell him the truth, but even thinking of confessing your feelings made you sick to your stomach. Besides, even if you did work up the nerve to do it, Terra had been avoiding you all day. He’d probably never talk to you again.

You needed to clear your head. Instead of going back to your room to take a shower and nap like you usually did after afternoon training, you decided to take a walk down to the beach. Maybe the fresh air would help you think.

You loved taking walks around the grounds, typically at or just after sunset. The Land of Departure had beautiful views, and being out in the quiet away from everyone else calmed you.

You couldn’t believe you laughed. You must’ve looked like such an asshole. You didn’t know why that was your automatic response; maybe it was the panic, the sudden jumble of emotions and embarrassment that had to escape somehow. You’d never forget the look on Terra’s face.

As you neared the shore, you were surprised to see someone already there. You were even more surprised when you walked a bit closer and recognized his tall frame, his brown hair. Terra. You couldn’t stop the little gasp that left you and you were about to dart away hoping he hadn’t seen or heard you when he looked up.

Damn it. Now you couldn’t leave without looking like an even more terrible person, even though you wanted nothing more than to run and lock yourself in your room never to come out again.

You didn’t know what to say so the two of you stood there staring at each other in silence. Finally, Terra spoke. “I was just leaving.” Head down, avoiding your gaze, he brushed past you, heading up the trail back to the castle.

You squeezed your eyes shut as your heart hammered away in your chest. If you let him leave now, he’d never talk to you again. You’d never get to apologize, to explain yourself. Be vulnerable. Don’t hide yourself away. “Terra, wait. Please.” You turned, expecting him to have ignored you, but instead found him lingering, though facing away from you.

“Look, I — I didn’t mean... What I’m trying to say is...” You sighed. Why was this so hard.

“I get it, Y/n. It’s fine. We can just pretend it never happened,” Terra said, completely misreading what you were trying to say.

“No, that’s not what I mean!” You took a deep breath. “Will you come up to my room? There’s something I need to show you.”

You expected him to say no, but he nodded. The two of you walked back to the castle in silence. The awkward tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. You knew what you were about to do and you regretted your decision the second he agreed to it. When you got to your room, Terra hesitates by the door and you headed over to your painting corner. Your painted canvases leaned against the wall, the most recent at the front. The pile had grown considerably over the years but you had nowhere else to put them. You flipped through them, found the one you were looking for and held it against your chest tightly as you walked back to Terra. Wordlessly, you flipped it around and held it out to him.

“Is this... me?” Slowly, he reached out and took the painting from your hands.

You’d completed it about a year ago, based off of a sketch you’d done while watching Terra and Ven practicing outside. It was a portrait of Terra, his head thrown back in laughter. You always loved seeing him like that, as rare as it was. You admired how young he seemed, how carefree. How vulnerable. You’d done countless sketches of the others, even Master Eraqus as you tried to figure out the human form. But there was something about this one that you couldn’t get out of your head. You had to paint it.

“You’ve always been my muse, Terra.”

“W-what?” Terra looked up at you.

“I didn’t mean to laugh. And I didn’t mean for it to be rude anyway. I wasn’t laughing at you. I promise. I just...” You paused. “Terra, I’ve had a crush on you since I first came here, and to hear you say that, I just didn’t know what to do. I’m not good with emotions and I panicked and I just—“

Terra cut you off by brushing his lips against yours. “It’s okay, Y/n. I’m not the best with expressing my feelings either. But maybe we can learn together.”

You smiled. “Sounds like a plan.” And you pulled him down for another kiss.

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Title:  On the Shore of his Soul Pairing:  Kacchako Rating: M Word Count: 3,456 Read on Ao3 CHAPTER 2 Summary:  

Bakugou Katsuki has always enjoyed his peace and quit, away from people, living as a lighthouse keeper on a tiny island in the bay. But when a storm washes a naked girl onto his shore, his life is thrown into chaos.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole and @amaisenshi for reading this!

Bakugou's eye twitched as he stared down Main Street. The town on the mainland had a strip of stores filled with various things, books, trinkets, souvenirs and of course, clothes. But Bakugou hadn't thought this through.

He'd never gone shopping for girl's clothes and he had no idea what to buy. Mostly, he had no idea what her size was, but Bakugou wasn't an idiot when it came to fashion. He knew, generally, what looked good and what didn't.

Just... how the fuck was he supposed to figure out sizes for this girl.

He swallowed and made his way into one of the clothing shops, hoping they would have everything he needed.

Maybe he could figure out her sizes based around his own size. That shirt he'd given her was a little big and that was a large. His shorts also had looked a little big... then again, she did... have a round ass...

He shook his head, and clicked his tongue, trying not to think about what a goddamn pain this all was.

He made his way through the aisles, picking out a few girly shirts and shorts, one pair of sweatpants for nights it got cold, and a pink zip-up hoodie. Hopefully she wouldn't be with him for a long time and she could be on her way and find her actual goddamn clothes.

Turning around, his eyes fell upon a pink dress; there were small green fish on it too, covering most of the bodice. It was a halter, tying up in the back of the neck and it looked as though it would go down to her knees or upper thigh. His eye twitched again; it was cute, she would look cute in it...

Pink. It suited her he thought...

He wasn't here to buy her a whole goddamn wardrobe, but imagining her brown hair framing her face and the dress swirling around her legs...

He snagged one off the rack, again guessing at her size. If it didn't fit, he'd force her to come here and she could buy stuff she wanted or whatever. Eventually he'd make sure she paid him back too.

There was a cough behind him, and Bakugou jumped, narrowing his eyes as he turned around to see who was there. No one.

"Fuck," he grumbled to himself, draping the dress over his arm with the other clothes.

He glanced down at his selections and nodded. He had everything, should've been plenty until-

He swallowed, his eyes turning towards a small table covered in... panties and bras. She didn't have any underwear! She didn't have anything! It was one thing to pick out some clothes, but buying women's panties?! He was certain he was going to look like a fuckin' pervert.

Goddammit.

He had get them. He'd make it fast. Get in and get out.

Stepping over to the table, he heard another strange noise behind him like a gasp, and he whipped his head around. Was someone fuckin' watching him? No. He was just being a paranoid dumbass because of what he was buying.

He narrowed his eyes and pulled a few panties out, draping them on top of the other clothes. Easy enough...

Bras however, were a completely different game. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her breasts, but fuck if he knew what size they were!? He could just grab a few and hope that one was right?! Based on the little chart next to the table, he could assume she wasn't an A cup and probably not higher than a D? But what the hell were the numbers?!? 34 B? 38 C? Fuckin' hell...

There was a soft laugh behind him and he turned around again, glaring angrily at whoever was making him fucking jump.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a rush of red hair and blond and he glared harder. What the fuck were they doing here?

Keeping a grip on his clothes, he made his way around the aisle, glaring at the two men ducked down behind a clothing rack.

"Shitty Hair! Sparky! What the fuck are you doing?" Bakugou snapped, his voice echoing loudly through the mostly empty clothing store.

The two froze, and slowly turned around. Kaminari was the first to stand up, trying to play things casual. "Heyyyy Bakubro!" he said, waving once. "Kirishima and I were just... doing some shopping!"

Kirishima rolled his eyes. "Ugh, Kaminari..."

"Yeah, you're really getting shit done by hiding behind the clothing rack!" Bakugou hissed, stomping over to Kaminari to get right in his face. "Stop. Following. Me. I know that's what you two morons are doing!"

Kirishima stood up and gently placed a hand on Bakugou's chest. "Hey man, we're sorry, we're sorry!!" he urged.

Bakugou turned his glare to Kirishima, his nostrils flaring. "You two are the most unsubtle extras ever!"

Sighing Kaminari nodded his head. "We saw you come in here and we honestly came in to say hi, but then we saw you buying girl's clothes and we just had to know what was going on!" Kaminari wailed.

"..." Bakugou turned his head to the pile of clothes in his hand.

Fuck.

What the hell was he supposed to say!? Would they even believe the truth? It was really all Bakugou had to give them.

Thrusting his finger towards Kaminari's chest, he pushed him slightly. "Then fuckin' ask me!" he growled. "Don't fucking make some goddamn assumptions."

"Too late," Kirishima muttered.

"Are you really into crossdressing?!" Kaminari said, and leaned forward. "You know, I think you'd be a really nice looking drag queen if you didn't scowl all the time-AH!"

Lunging forward, Bakugou grabbed at Kaminari's shirt, yanking him towards his face. "Don't. Make. Assumptions."

"Okay, okay!" he said. "It-It was a serious question!"

"B-Bakugou!" Kirishima said, wrapping his hand around Bakugou's wrist so he didn't toss Kaminari through a store window. "Why don't you tell us what's going on? You have to admit, it's a little surprising seeing you buy women's clothes when we know you live out on that island alone. I-I mean just seeing you on the mainland is rare enough!"

Kirishima had a point, Bakugou did avoid the mainland whenever he could.

Growling, he let up his grip on Kaminari's shirt and adjusted the clothes on his arm. "There's this... fuckin' girl," he muttered.

The two boys blinked.

"So you're in love!?" Kaminari asked, eyes wide with excitement.

"I swear to fucking god Sparky, I will make you my lighthouse's lightning rod if you don't shut the fuck up right now!" Bakugou snapped.

"Woah, let’s not jump to any conclusions," Kirishima nodded.

"Fine, fine, go ahead," Kaminari said, looking defeated.

"She washed up on my shore during the goddamn storm. I have no idea who the fuck she is but she won't get in a boat," Bakugou said with a loud huff.

"Wait a minute, she won't tell you who she is?" Kirishima said.

"Yeah she can't talk for some reason."

Kaminari gasped. "Holy shit, she's a mermaid!"

Bakugou rolled his eyes as far back as they would go. "You fuckin' dumb ass, mermaids don't exist," he snorted.

"Uh, yes they do. One is living with you now," he said.

Bakugou turned to Kirishima, ignoring Kaminari. "She doesn't have any clothes, so I came to get her some. I'm gonna force her to come here so she can get out of my goddamn hair."

Frowning, Kirishima folded his arms over his chest. "Maybe she's too scared to get on a boat. You shouldn't force her. I can come out and meet her..." Bakugou bristled, he hated having people come out to his island. Even knowing the girl was there by herself bothered him. "I can see if she looks familiar. A lot of people come through my store," he said.

"I don't want her getting too fuckin' comfortable. She obviously has some sort of trauma. She was stumbling when she was walking and she freaked out at water."

"Mer. Maid," Kaminari said and Bakugou pushed his face away.

"So you think that's why she can't talk? Trauma?"

"Yeah. She needs a fucking doctor," he said.

"I could bring over Iida-"

"No! No one is coming over to my goddamn island!" he snapped. "I'll get her to come over here."

"Okay dude-" Kirishima began but Kaminari let out a groan.

"I can't believe you won't even consider the possibility of her being a mermaid. She washed up on your shore, has no voice, is stumbling around... probably because she's not used to having legs," Kaminari whispered.

"I'm not a fucking moron, Sparky! Mermaids aren't fucking real!" Bakugou yelled, a few people on the other side of the store looked at them, their eyes perplexed.

"What was she wearing when you found her?" Kirishima said, trying to ask productive questions. "Do you have any clues to who she is?"

"Nothin'," he muttered. "She wasn't wearing anything."

"Naked?!" Kirishima asked, his cheeks heating up.

"Yeah..." Bakugou said, letting out a huff of air.

"Oh my god, so did you... see..." Kaminari asked.

"Look, I tried fuckin' not to!" Bakugou snapped and glanced at the panties laid in the pile he held.

"No wonder you're buying so much," Kirishima said, tapping his chin.

"I was really starting to think you had some weird kink for wearing women's panties-" Kaminari immediately stopped when Bakugou's grabbed at his shirt again.

"Shut it, Sparky."

"Okay, okay, but a more important question," Kaminari said, waving his hand. "Is she cute?"

Bakugou let out another growl, dropping Kaminari yet again. Why was he wasting his time talking to these two dipshits? "I need to buy this shit."

"Oh she's gotta be cute," Kaminari said, a smirk pulling across his lips. "And you've already seen her naked! Dude what a jackpot!"

"Jackpot?" Bakugou snorted, turning around to glare him. "The idiot is fuckin' traumatized and doesn't know who the fuck she is. That's not a jackpot, that's a pain in my goddamn ass."

Okay. Just because the girl was maybe a little cute, didn't mean anything. For all he knew she could be married or with someone else or... whatever. He didn't know anything about this girl, and he needed to convince her to get on the boat so he could get her out of his goddamn hair and off his goddamn island.

"Okay, but the whole naked idea really does make it seem like she's a mermaid," Kaminari said in a sing-song tone.

"Fuck off," Bakugou snapped. "I need to buy this shit and get out off the goddamn mainland."

Kirishima raised his hands, trying to calm Bakugou down. "I get that it's probably not easy," he said softly. "Seriously, I can come out to the island-"

"No. No one is coming out to the island. I'll bring her in a few days and you can look after her here on the mainland. She can see a doctor, get treated and it won't be my goddamn problem anymore," he said.

"Alright, alright," Kirishima sighed. "We'll leave you alone."

"Good!" he yelled.

Without saying bye to either of them, he stormed over the register. From a small display next to it, he grabbed her a pair of pink flip-flops, placing them on top of the pile. He didn't lock eyes with the salesperson, too frustrated to look at her judging eyes. He watched the woman ring up the panties and the slew of bras and he tried not to look at her. "What a good boyfriend you are," she hummed. "Buying all these clothes for her! She must be spoiled!"

"She's not my girlfriend!" he snapped and the woman's eye widened.

"Ah... Apologies..." The woman said and looked at the clothes with a curious expression.

Fuck. He should've just let it be. Now she probably thought he had an affinity for wearing women's panties.

"Just... a friend," he said, clenching his teeth.

"Wow!" she laughed softly. "What a lucky friend!"

"Yeah, yeah," he scoffed. He paid for the clothes and grabbed the bag away from the woman.

After seeing Kaminari and Kirishima, he'd decided he'd spent far too much time on the mainland. Too many people, too many idiots.

He had to get back.

~~

He pulled the boat up to his dock, tying the rope into a knot against the pole. He glanced up at his house, wondering what the idiot was doing. He prayed she hadn't done anything to ruin his house or anything.

He growled as he yanked the two bags of clothes up, carrying them up the stairs to the house.

Swinging the door open, he stepped inside. "Oi. Cheeks. I got the-"

A loud patter of feet was heard on the wooden floor as she came running towards him, flinging her arms around him and burying her face against his chest.

He froze, hating the unexpected contact. Why the hell was she hugging him!?

"Oi!" he said, dropping the bags to the ground. He pressed on her shoulders, trying to push her away, but she clung to him hard.

She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide and filled with concern.

Shit. He had to glance away from her.

"What the hell is your problem?" he muttered, finally getting her off of him when she loosened her grip. Maybe she had been nervous to see him leave on a boat. Maybe she thought he wouldn't come back, despite being so close to the land.

Rubbing his forehead, he reached down to grab the bags, shoving them towards her. "Here," he said. "Go try this shit on. If it doesn't fit I have to go back."

She stumbled backwards, holding the two bags in her hands as she turned around to sit on the couch, her brown locks bouncing as she did.

Opening the first one, she pulled out a bra and tilted her head looking at it.

"Look, I couldn't measure you or anything and I didn't know your size so if it doesn't fit we'll just take it-"

He paused as he watched her remove his shirt, her round breasts bouncing against her chest. "What the hell, Cheeks!?" he yelled, immediately covering his eyes. He turned his head to the ground, flicking his gaze up momentarily to see she was staring at him now, still completely shirtless.

Did she have absolutely no shame?

"Hurry up and put something on!" he snapped.

She blinked and reached into the bag, pulling out one of the pink shirts he'd gotten for her. She tugged it on over her head, foregoing the bra.

Well, he supposed it was something.

She reached into the bag and pulled out the dress, her eyes widening as she did. She looked at him with pure excitement and then hugged the garment to her chest, holding it close. Well, at least she liked the damn thing.

Rubbing his forehead, Bakugou let out a long sigh. "Go into my room and change into what you want," he said, gesturing to his bedroom.

She puffed out her cheeks and nodded, standing up with the bags in her hand.

She disappeared into his room and Bakugou shoved his hands into his pocket. He was already exhausted and it was barely noon. He still had to work on the lighthouse and get the foghorn working properly. He could do that after they ate.

He glanced around the small house, looking to see if anything seemed weird or out of place. Currently, it didn't look like anything was missing or moved. Maybe she really hadn't done anything while he was gone.

For some reason an image of her sitting on the couch, happily waiting for him popped up in his mind. She seemed idiotic enough to do something like that.

He thought about Kaminari and his dumb ass theory that she was a mermaid and let out a snort. What a fuckin' idiot. Besides the fact mermaids weren't real, it was so obvious to him the girl needed help. She was jumpy and scared and didn't know what she was doing most of the time.

The door creaked open, and she stepped out wearing some of the clothes he had bought her. Brown shorts hugged her ass tightly, and he pursed his lips. Clearly he should've bought her something a little less fitted. She kept the pink shirt on, but at least had put on one of the bras. As far as he could tell, she didn't have any complaints.

She smiled, linking her hands behind her back as she stood in front of him, as if waiting for him to say something about the outfit she choose.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "I'm glad you're not fucking naked anymore. Let's eat lunch. I got work to do."

She tilted her head, but walked over to him in the kitchen, watching as he pulled some greens from the refrigerator to make a salad. Grabbing a bowl from the counter, she watched him wide-eyed as he poured the greens into the bowl, pulling some carrots and other veggies from the cabinet.

Reaching forward, she picked a small leaf up and held it close to her face, sniffing it.

"Oi," he growled. "What the hell are you doing?!"

She immediately dropped the leaf back in the bowl and backed up. "No," he snorted, picking it up and handing it to her. "You eat this one."

Tilting her head again, she took the leaf from him and stared at it before putting into her mouth. She hummed, rocking back and forth on her feet and immediately reached forward to grab another but Bakugou slapped her hand away.

"Sit down. I'll give you a fuckin' bowl. Why the hell are you such a barbarian?"

She puffed out her cheeks and moved to the table, taking a seat in the same chair. She folded her arms across her chest in a huff.

He needed to get this girl out of his house.

He mixed the salad together, scooping some into a small bowl for her as he placed some dressing and a fork down on the table.

"After this, I need to work on the lighthouse and you're going to stay out of my goddamn way."

She let out a long sigh, attacking the salad with her fork as she shoved a large bite into her mouth.

"I don't know what you're getting all huffy about Cheeks!" he snapped. "This is my damn job and nothing is going to disrupt that. You can't stay here forever," he said.

Her brown eyes widened and she stopped chewing, staring at him.

"I told you this. I'll give you a few days but then I'm taking you to the fuckin' mainland and you can go see a doctor and figure out who the fuck you are."

She swallowed and put the fork down, shaking her head back and forth.

"Cheeks, you don't have a choice in this."

She pouted and picked up the fork again, slamming it down against the bowl as she shoved more of the salad into her mouth.

Why was she so upset? Shouldn't she want to find out who she was? Shouldn't she want to get away from him and actually go back to where normal people were?

He carried his bowl over to the sink, and she jolted when he turned the water on, jumping up from the chair. Why the hell was she so afraid of the damn water?!

Turning it off, he rolled his eyes. "It's just a fuckin' sink, it's not going to hurt you."

She shook her head again, taking a deep breath. Moving closer to him, she leaned against his arm. She reached forward and pulled the handle towards them, the sink turning on. She gasped, and clung to his arm, her eyes widening and blinking.

He watched her reach forward slowly, letting the water wash over her fingers. Her skin was soft, glistening under the distortion of the water and she pulled back, looking at her hand, droplets of water dripping from her skin.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at her fingers and Bakugou shook his head.

"Told ya'," he scoffed, turning the sink off. "Now stay here and don't touch anything!" he snapped, stepping away.

He didn't have time for this girl and her issues with the water. He needed her to get over it so he could take her to the mainland. Bakugou didn't really care what her damn problems were; he just needed her to get off of his island so things could return to fucking normal.

[thewalkingdeadimaginings]

It was Fate

Hey love your writing, been reading it all day and just wow. I was wondering if you could please write a one shot where Negan saves someone with mouth to mouth or something like that sorry for the weird request thanks

Hi, human trashcan here! I thought for the thanksgiving holiday, I’d get off my ass and actually post a one shot. I was working on a one shot for the anniversary of my friend’s passing but that was all the way back in July so I think I’ll save it for December on what would’ve been her birthday. I missed posting on here to be honest. And I’m here with another Negan one shot for you guys. And thanks a bunch for 2,000 followers! That’s pretty freaking wild. I’ve never had 2,000 followers on any of my social media before so this is super weird haha! ANYWAYS, enjoy! And hope you guys had a fun holiday! <3

It was never a dull moment. Every day offered a new adventure. And every day was a good day, at least for Negan it was. It felt like he had the entire world in his hands. Still, it felt very mundane sometimes. Would it kill the world to give him some excitement once in a damn while.

Just like any other day, Negan and his boys were heading over to Alexandria to collect their offering. Dwight was driving while Negan sat beside him, Lucille rested in between his feet. Negan leaned back in his seat, sighing heavily, “Goddamn. We should just set up camp in Alexandria. Avoid this long ass trip to and from.”

“You didn’t have to come,” Dwight pointed out, “You know I’ve got it handled.”

Negan nodded, “I know ya do, D. But I gotta admit I just love payin’ that asshole, Rick a visit every now and then. I’m just rambling.”

“You’ve been acting…not like yourself lately,” Dwight remarked, “Maybe it’s none of my business but um…everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” Negan said with another sigh, “Just bored. I can do whatever I want, I have all those wives to keep me company, and I’m bored. Can you believe that shit? Need something, someone to get me outta this rut.”

“Who knows,” Dwight said, “Every day is so different. But how many people have we run into just running around these roads on a random afternoon? Seems like the rest of the world is pretty much dead.”

“Shit, gettin’ a little dark there,” Negan chuckled. The truck driving in front of Dwight slowly came to a stop as they were rounding the corner and Negan groaned, leaning over to try and get a peek, “What the hell are they stopped for?”

Dwight took the key from the ignition and opened up the car door, “Gonna go find out.”

Negan climbed out after him and started tapping on every vehicle he passed by until he reached the very front. They had stopped in front of a pond where a few of his men and had up to but Negan wasn’t the slightest bit focused on them. He went straight over to Simon, resting Lucille on his shoulder, “You wanna tell me what in the fresh fuck is going on here?”

“I don’t know,” Simon grumbled, “They saw something over by the pond. Told them not to stop, that we’ve got shit to do but they wouldn’t listen. Probably just one of the dead ones or something.”

“Ah hell,” Negan muttered. He turned and headed down the small slope that went down to the pond. His men were leaning over as far as they could without actually getting into the water and he shoved through them, “What the fuck are you looking at?”

“Someone was thrashing all around in there,” one man said, “But I can’t see them now.”

A young woman’s head popped out of the water, gasping for air. She thrashed around in the water, her eyes wide and filled with fear. They were all so surprised to see her come up that they couldn’t grab her in time before she plunged back down. “Holy shit,” Negan gasped. He shoved his bat at the man to his right and threw his jacket down onto the dirt, “Someone’s apparently gotta get off their ass and move!” Negan dove into the water, finding the girl being tugged down by a dead one, though it moved a little slower because it was underwater. The girl was losing consciousness by the time Negan got to her. With no weapons to kill the dead one, Negan simply kicked it and tore the girl from its grip. He brought her up to the surface, inhaling sharply as he was finally able to take a breath. Carrying her dead weight, he swam awkwardly to the shore, laying her soaking wet body down onto the ground.

“Everyone back up!” Negan shouted, “Give us some space!”

“Doesn’t look like she’s breathing,” one of Negan’s men said, placing his hand over the holster that held his knife.

“Don’t you dare,” Negan snapped. He clasped his hands together and pushed down on the center of her chest, pumping rapidly. He took a break from that and tilted the girl’s head back and lifted her chin. Pinching her nose, he covered her mouth with his, and blew. He was surprised by how panicked he was. He shouldn’t care if this complete stranger lived or died but there he was continuing with the CPR. At first it seemed hopeless. He pressed against her chest as many times as he could as hard as he could and he gave her as much air as he could and it seemed he’d lost her.

It all started out as a simple fishing trip. You’d just wanted something to eat tonight as food had been so hard to find. You had been alone these past few weeks and that meant that no one could tell you to watch out when a biter came up behind you. It had surprised you and you slipped into the deeper part of the pond. The biter went with you and sank but it didn’t accomplish this without taking you down with it. You hadn’t even thought to call for help as you hadn’t seen another soul in weeks. The trucks driving by had been quite the shock and you were actually able to cry out once before being pulled down to the bottom of the pond. You caught a glimpse of a dark haired man reaching for you before you blacked out. There was a strange feeling of peace that washed you. Is this what death actually felt like? Everything you ever worried about fading away? No longer caring about the pain of all that you’ve lost, all that you’ve experienced. All that trauma and heartache was gone.

The peace you were feeling was starting to get farther and farther away. Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you saw was the same dark haired man blowing into your mouth. You pushed him off of you, coughing up a bunch of water that just splashed back into your face. The man helped you sit up, his hand on your back as you continued coughing and hacking, breathing in deeply.

“There she is,” he said, patting your back, “Thought we’d lost you there. How the fuck did you end up in that little predicament.”

“Tried fishing,” you panted, slicking your wet hair back, “Guess I should try other ways of finding food.”

The dark haired man looked over the others that were suddenly surrounding you and he shook his head, “Cancel our little trip. We should take her back to the sanctuary.”

“That won’t be necessary,” you said in between coughs, “I’m fine now.”

“You’re soaking wet and you almost died,” he persisted, “And you’re all alone. You won’t make it alone. Just come with us, won’t you? Just for a little while?”

You sighed, “I will if you tell me your name.”

He smiled and stood up, taking you by the hand and helping you up onto your feet, “The name’s Negan.”

You were slightly startled by all the trucks Negan had with him but you still left with him. It probably wasn’t your smartest move but he had jumped in the water to save you from a biter. He couldn’t be that bad, could he? And not only that, he was offering shelter. And you needed shelter desperately. And food. Seeing the sanctuary overwhelmed you even more. You had gone from being all alone to being in a place overflowing with people. You were sitting in the backseat and Negan was peeking at you through the rearview mirror, picking up on your anxiety.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he said, “Just stick with me. Hey, you never did tell me your name.”

“Y/N,” you replied, “This is…a lot. Oh and I’m sorry you guys had to cancel whatever trip you’d planned.”

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’,” Negan said, “Always can just go back next week.”

Once you were safe behind the gates, Negan had you set up with a room of your own, some food, and a dry, clean change of clothes. You were even able to take a bath and clean the last few weeks off your body. You’d turned the bath water grey but at least you were clean. No one had been this nice to you up to this point. You were fed, warm, and most importantly, safe. Could it get any better than this?

“Y/N?” a voice spoke up from behind the door of your new room, “You decent?”

“Come in,” you called back, taking a seat on your new bed. You fought back the urge to get excited over your bed as the door creaked open and Negan’s large frame stood in the doorway, “Oh, Negan. Hi! How’s it going?”

“I was just about to ask you the same question,” Negan said, “How’re you liking your new setup here?”

“I’m trying not to like this too much,” you said, smoothing out the bedspread, “Feels too good to be true. So unreal, ya know?”

“I hear that,” Negan chuckled, “But get comfortable, Y/N. If you want, this could be your new home. I gotta thank you by the way.”

“Thank me?” you said with a laugh, “For what?”

“Been in such a rut,” Negan said, shrugging, “I had said right before we found you that I needed something exciting to come along. Or someone.”

“So a drowning girl is just what you needed,” you teased. Negan looked a little flustered for the first time after this entire time of being confident and cheeky, “I’m kidding. Well, I was looking for safety and more people and then you came along. So, it would seem that…I dunno, it was fate that we found each other.”

“You think so?”

“What would you call it?”

Negan smiled, kicking his foot and looking down at the ground, “Guess I’d call it fate, wouldn’t I?”

You laughed and stood from your bed. You joined him at the doorway and grasped onto the collar of his leather jacket. You weren’t sure what to expect from your stay here in the sanctuary with Negan. Hell, you didn’t even know much more about Negan other than his name and the rather intriguing baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire that he carried everywhere. But maybe you needed something exciting too.

“You’d have to,” you giggled, “Just ain’t no other explanation. But it looks like we’ve got so much more excitement heading our way, Negan.”

HI IT’S BEEN A WHILE, HOW ARE YA? HOW HAVE YA BEEN? I hope this one shot was okay. It’s been a bit since I wrote a one shot and I’m a little rusty. But anyways, love you guys! Have a good holiday weekend 😊

[defiancerpg-blog]

Congratulations ELSIE, you have been accepted as LUPUS, THE WOLF with the faceclaim of JADE TAILOR and the POWER REPLICATION ability!

Notes from the Admins: Ellie and Tasha:

Both the apps we received for Lupus were so amazing and interesting. We had a tough decision to make because they went in very different directions, but ultimately it was your vision that we felt fit best with what we originally imagined. Oh boy, I (Ellie) certainly was hooked right from the start. You did so well in fleshing out this complex beautiful character that we had envisioned. Your headcanons and ideas were so well thought out and you put so much care and research into her that I was just blown away. I (Tasha) loved the way you wrote your bio for Lupus. I know this was sent before the application format was changed, but it was beautifully done. I love how I can see how much work you put into your application.

We also would like to formally accept your request to change her name to Ashwiyaa ‘Nyx’ Lowell.

You have 48 hours to send in your blog. If you haven’t already joined the group discord then you may do so now (if that’s your wish) [x]. Once you have turned in your blog, you will be given a role that will allow you access to the private channels regarding plots/characters. Please remember to do everything on the checklist, and also we just want to thank you for joining this roleplay. We hope your time with us will be a fun and memorable one!

OOC INFORMATION

Alias & Pronouns:

Elsie, I use she/her/hers pronouns

Age:

24

Timezone, Activity Level, & RP Experience:

I’m in GMT (currently southeast England, but I’m hopefully going to be moving to Scotland in a few months). My activity is going to be around 7ish out of 10 and I’ve been roleplaying for twelveish years o.O. I don’t have any accounts to link to, but I will be writing snippets on my mockblog!

BASIC IC INFORMATION

Skeleton:

Lupus

Faceclaim:

Jade Tailor or Katie Findlay

Age:

26

Orientation:

She’s describe herself as either pansexual or sexually fluid.

Origin:

Born to parents that originated from the small town on the shores of Lake Ontario and Detroit to parents of Native descent (and Jewish on her great-grandfather’s side), Nyx’s early years were primarily spent on the run. From what she remembers her mother telling her, she was born almost a month early in a small cabin in the woods not far from Niagara Falls. Every couple of months, they would find a new place to stay or her parents would leave her with friends for weeks at a time. After their capture in New York City, Nyx was constantly shuffled between various foster homes, group homes and even juvie a couple of times.

Nova Type:

I think her abilities would fit in Mentis the most.

Ability:

Nyx’s abilities are… complicated. The official name is ‘power replication with limited power detection’ or as she calls it ‘ability radar/spidey senses and downloading’. She is drawn to people with abilities, it’s like a weird tug that Nyx isn’t really sure how to explain (aside from 'spidey senses’. She cannot tell you what abilities they have, but she can sense if someone is a Nova or not. And like when downloading something off the internet, it takes time for Nyx to 'copy’ their ability and store it in her 'mental hard drive’. Typically this is done by just standing within ten feet of them. Should the 'connection’ be interrupted, she will only have a fraction of that ability and it causes her to have headaches should the 'download’ be slow. The other option is 'instant download’ which is achieved through direct physical contact. It will cause the other Nova to feel a sudden unease and fatigue, while Nyx suffers from nosebleeds and migraines as it’s almost like getting punched. However, that is only the beginning as once Nyx 'learns’ an ability doesn’t mean she knows how to use it or control it or even know what it is. This can make her a liability and a danger especially with potentially catastrophic abilities, not to mention that she sometimes can’t get them to work when she wants them to or when she is angry they will flare up. Unfortunately, it doesn’t mean that she remembers what abilities she has absorbed. It’s kind of like putting them in a box which get put in an attic where it is easily forgotten and in order to be used, it has to be searched for. To help with this she has a literal physical written list of abilities she has absorbed and is aware of. Certain abilities are triggered by specific thoughts/feelings which are written next to those abilities. Some she has remembered, but it gives her peace of mind to have it.

When using her abilities, Nyx’s eyes will turn completely black and a strange black energy (like the negative of a bright image) will appear around her fingers or objects when certain abilities are used. Biography:

Complicated. Meaning: consisting of many interconnecting parts or elements; intricate. Synonyms include: complex, intricate, tangled, knotted and thorny.

If there was ever a word to describe you and the life you’ve lived. From the day you were born, you’ve had to fight. Born too early to parents that wanted a better world and didn’t know of any other way to get it then through violence. For so long, they had been unheard. Then they found others who felt just like them. They banded together for alone we are week, but together we are strong. Now they would make the world listen; they would make the system scared of them as they had been scared for generations. For the first time, they had the advantage and they were going to use it.

You barely remember what life was like before: always on the move, staying with family friends while your parents were away for weeks on end.   You know that they loved you though and you can’t help but think that that only makes it so much worse.

It all changed in just a little more than two minutes. Those minutes will forever be engraved in your memory, haunting your dreams and thoughts like a plague. It starts with glass breaking, then smoke, the door breaking down, yelling (so much yelling), something heavy hitting the wall, gunshots. You cover your ears, it’s so loud. Tears roll down your cheeks as you press yourself into the corner, stuffed wolf clutched to your chest. You so desperately want to close your eyes but you can’t.

A gun turns towards you; familiar arms wrap around your small frame. Apples, she always smelled like apples.

Another shot rings.

And for the first time ever, you hear your father scream.

Criminals; terrorists; monsters; that’s what the world calls them but you never saw them that way. You saw your mother, who you look so much like, humming a half forgotten Ojibwe song as paper cranes floated around you heads. And your father, with his eyes so much like yours standing in the doorway with a soft smile on his face that never could reach his eyes.

Your memories fade, the happier ones that is. When you recall them now, it’s like looking through a fog. Some flashes are clear and others you aren’t even sure if that is what truly happened. The world however refuses to forget. Not only that, but it warps the memories. History is after all written by the victors.

Instead of moving from place to place with kind people at the door, instead all you know is cold. With each new placement, you pray it is different, but all it takes for someone to find out you’re Nova or just whose child you are. Still you try. You try so hard to show you are good, that you’re not like them. And yet at each and every turn, it’s like getting slapped in the face when all your effort turns to ash.

You cry when you find out you are more like your father then you thought and you hide it for as long as you can. You have his eyes, his abilities and soon his anger. Though you hate it, you can understand why they did what they did. With each disappointment, the anger builds, forming a wall inside you so that it’s harder to be hurt, harder to be cared for.

If he had put his mind to it, you have no doubt that your father could destroy the world. And if the world has taught you anything, it’s that you are your father’s daughter.

They see you as a monster and so they treat you like one. Is it so hard to understand why you began to believe it? Why you acted like one?

You always hold back, but you won’t be a victim anymore. You were raised better, you are better. And you would rather have that then be seen as weak. You don’t start the fights, but you end them. Some places have hidden demons and you run as far away as you can before you are forced to do something. They always find you though. In the end, you are always caught and dragged screaming away.

After years of grey walls and icy people, you are finally old enough to no longer be a ward of the state. But just because you are 'free’ doesn’t mean it’s better now. The day you register, the Warden just smiles at you in a way that sends a shiver up your spine. His words haunt you: 'I’ll be seeing you soon’. Two days later, it’s the anniversary of that horrible horrible day and you see people celebrate. As soon as you have the money saved, you get your biotag replaced with a clean one on the black market. But not before you cut out the old one and make it explode. It hurt and scars, but it was so worth it. The next day you are as far away as you can get.

You find yourself drifting, never staying in one place for long, hiding in plain sight. The days blur together, turning into weeks, then months and finally years. At the back of your mind, you feel the urge to join the Watchdogs. After all, your parents had been part of the inner circle and you had stayed with some of them. Eventually you push the thought away. They didn’t care, hell they didn’t even look for you. For so long you live like a shadow, content in your lonely life. For the first time, you are free from the cloud that is your parents’ name but you cannot run from your abilities. So you stay away from people, away from the cities, the asshole Wardens, the world in general. You don’t want to chance it, not that you ever had a chance in their world. Not with your name, you abilities, hell even with your bought biotag. Still, you can pretend you are someone else and maybe find some peace. Lonely peace, but at least some. That’s more than you can say for your parents. Then the bullshit Nova Protection Act came through. You were walking through some street a couple of months after it passed through out of necessity (God knows you sure as shit didn’t want to be in the city) when you saw it: a Warden dragging off a screaming kid to a truck while her mother tried to get to her child. Another Warden smacked her across the face, sending her to the ground. So many people watched and no one did anything. They just stood there like sheep as this woman still tried to fight against the armed man. Images flash before your mind: your mother screaming, you fighting against the Warden holding you as they dragged your father away.

In that second you realize that you’ve become a sheep. These four years have made you exactly what you hate. And it’s time to wake up.

The next few minutes are chaos. The sheep scatter, the Wardens lay crumpled on the ground and the child was in her mother’s arms. You told them to run and she thanked you. You can’t remember the last time that happened. It sparked something in you. For the first time you felt alive. You left the Wardens alive, but you did damage them a bit and their car was a smouldering ruin by the time you got away. Strange how you’ve followed in your parents’ footsteps: through foster homes, group homes, never staying in one place for long. It isn’t surprising that you’re labeled a fugitive.

It wasn’t long after that you found Yalena. She offered to help you to a safehouse but you refused. You had been sitting idle for far too long and you weren’t going to now. No, you were going to fight. It’s what you’re good at.

After all, maybe the world doesn’t need another hero, sometimes it needs a monster. And if you can save others from what was done to you, to your parents, what’s being done to innocents? Then you’ll be that monster.

Connections:

I imagine that Nyx’s relationship with Dinah is, like much of her life, complicated. There is so much potential between them and they could be amazing friends if only Nyx would give her the chance. She’s so envious of her because she’s so kind in spite of everything while she’s turned into what she is. She’s capable of things that she truly believes that she herself cannot give nor receive. If Nyx could, she would let her in, but she’s forced herself to be so guarded that she cannot help but think that there’s an angle behind Dinah’s kindness. After all, she must have an ulterior motive because why would she be nice to her

Even before, it was much the same. If she had met Dinah a little while before, her life might have been so different. Yet by then, she had given up any hope that someone might care about her and would’ve thought that Dinah should stop acting that way and 'grow up.’ She probably would have been a lot ruder and harsh towards her, but not cruel. A part of her would have been worried because it was only a matter of time before her spark died just like Nyx’s did.

With a little bit of time and especially if Dinah taught Nyx how to use her abilities, I see her opening up? Like going from not really enemies to like super super close? I kind of imagine that Dinah would be a calming presence and would be able to convince Nyx/hold her back from doing stupid reckless things. Plus I may have been stalking the Magicians tag and am totally going to reblog some gifsets cause they are literally perfect??? <3.<3 (kk I’m done rambling about them now I promise!)

For Leo, she’d be like 'ugh whatever’. Like she grates on Nyx’s nerves but she doesn’t really care? She pretty much just thinks of her as another asshat that thinks they know her when they know jack. Plus she would not appreciate being ordered around by her and acting like she’s better when they are all the same and want the same thing.

I’d love a partner in crime for her though? Someone that she’s kind of drawn to and they work well together? I imagine that they’re both fighters and tend to be at the front lines. Also maybe like a sibling figure? Someone who she kind of sees herself in a bit and just kind of connects to?

Changes:

I’d like to change her name to Ashwiyaa ‘Nyx’ Lowell

DETAILED IC INFORMATION

(Optional Stuff; This is all merely suggestions, none of it is required)

Headcanons + Chara Tropes + etc (up in a few): https://mockblognyx.tumblr.com/headcanons Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/elsieswriting/nyx/ Also I’m going to be posting graphics, ideas and such on the mock blog ;)

ANYTHING ELSE?

I’m going to be changing my url to 'mockblognyx’ cause having it 'misty’ is just confusing XP

Also I am so so so sorry for the rambling and the length O.o

[thesilkenlair]

30 Day Kaiju Challenge Day 8

Name: Dreean

Age of origin: Modern Mutant

Length/Height: 75 Meters long

Description: Dreean is a mutant dolphin, and shares a normal shaped body, for the most part. The main points of diversion are the extra fins that line its side and back and the tentacles. Did I mention the tentacles? There’s a lot of those. Sprouting out across Dreean’s body are smooth purple tentacles that get paler towards their sharp ends. Dreean’s skin is much paler as well, looking almost sickly in it’s color, and his mouth seems to go back father than us normal.

Abilities:

Psychic Abilities~Dreean’s most powerful weapon is his mind, which allows him to manipulate other beings a myriad of ways. From simply influencing thoughts, to full on mind controlling from, Dreean’s terrifying psychic abilities are the second most dangerous thing about the mutant dolphin.

Flight~Dreean is somehow able to use his powerful psychic abilities to lift himself off the ground, though this appears to be limited to himself, as he has not used it on other kaiju.

Intellect~The most dangerous thing about Dreean is the mind that lurks within. He is wickedly smart, easily on par with humans, and needlessly cruel. He enjoys toying with mentally weaker kaiju, using physically and mentally stronger kaiju as puppets to torture those less intelligent than himself.

Piercing Tentacles~The tentacles sprouting from Dreean’s body are just as sharp as his mind, able to pierce even kaiju flesh without too much difficulty. Their length is also an asset, and they are dexterous enough to act as makeshift “hands.”

Weakness: Despite Dreean’s powers, he cannot control three rather significant threats, Ameebus, Jake, and Deep Blue. He also lacks the pure brute strength many kaiju wield, and his sadism can easily be used against him.

Backstory: The most recent kaiju sighting was vague at best. Someone had spotted a massive shape moving underwater, but that was all they could tell. Everything else out of their mouth was gibbering nonsense. The next time it was seen, it was similar. People would see the massive shape under the waters surface, but couldn’t recall any details, though they were at least left with their sanity. This was repeated for days, until traces of it just stopped.

Not too far from the last sighting, at a shore town, people began to stir. Rising from their sleep against their will, they walked out of their houses, and just disappeared. Nothing was taken with them, everything was left behind. The entire town was just gone. Investigations were futile, as there were no clues to be found. People had just gotten up at night, walked towards the beach and disappeared. Then it happened again. And again

Finally reaching the next area before the mass disappearance began, the investigators witnessed the people leaving their homes first hand, several of them mentioning feeling a strong urge to follow. When they did, safely of course, what they saw was as confusing as it was terrifying.

The people of the town were just walking up to the water, awaiting the massive tentacles that would rise up to grab them, only to pull them back into the ocean depths. Some would eagerly walk into water themselves, heedless of their imminent deaths. Armed with an experimental new weapon, the army sprang into action, launching it into the water, hoping to scare away whatever was doing this. Instead, it showed it’s face.

The kaiju that lifted itself from the water was unharmed by their attack, merely angered. In response, the kaiju, named Dreean, latched onto the minds of everyone present, turning them on each other in a slaughter. Once every living thing was dead, the kaiju seemed to decide hiding was no longer needed. The wrath of Dreean was let loose.

How they Interact with Other Kaiju: Dreean sees almost every other kaiju as a play thing, an object to be turned to his will to make his feeding all the easier. There are three exceptions to this. The first is Deep Blue, who is immune to the telepathic powers he possesses, and has an overwhelming hatred for the dolphin. The hatred is mutual, and Dreean is quick to use other kaiju to defend himself against her.

The second is the amorphous kaiju known as Ameebus, who seems to have no actual mind for Dreean to control, and while this makes Dreean angry, he is perfectly happy to ignore the thing, maybe sacrifice a kaiju to feed it if need be.

The last is Jake, who Dreean can influence, but cannot control, as the anger that courses through the Kaimera’s body is too great, too overwhelming for Dreean to sway to his favor. While Dreean hates Deep Blue, he looks at Jake’s resistance with less vitriol, and more curiosity. Once he takes hold of Jake’s sister Tweedrak’s mind however, the hatred from Jake becomes very very real.

This was a result of me making a kaiju as weird as I could, with a few random words thrown at me by a friend(who’s name also influenced Dreean’s). It spiralled into more from there, into this monstrosity that I now can’t help but love. He’s evil and sadistic, and the complete reverse of the typical pop culture image of dolphins, which suits me fine. Those assholes get all the love, let the sharks get some love.

[derenyanai]

Ashes of The Old World: Gurag’s Funeral Service

Characters: Gurag

Posts indented like this were typed by the GM.

Posts that are not indented were typed by the player.

Wake 1, Act I: Brisk Cruise

Gurag you had won a free cruise ticket from Tiné on Devito that’s headed to Brisk free a summer get away, fresh and full of food ale and party passing by the VOID for some neat viewing pleasure, because Devito and its population just have no fucks to give and just wanna have fun, and for some reason or another you find yourself on this boat sailing away. 

The smell of ocean is nice and crisp, the skies are bright and clear, the sun is shining and some drunk asshole is naked and unconscious on the stern of the ship.

I look over toward the drunk naked asshole, feeling a bit obligated to help the fellow out. Since he's unconscious, I am going to go ahead and drag him toward the center of the ship so he wouldn't fall out into the water. Can I do that?

Yes you may, and him and his elf ass are pretty light so a roll isn't even required, a groggly moaning about "goblin stealing his teeth" as he's dragged.  

What?! A drunk elf? Man... the role reversals are at play here. I casually drag him toward the center of the boat, but not directly into the rooms and whatnot, just away from the edges. I look around to find a giant blanket to cover the drunkard with.

>Roll Perception

You'd think there'd be some giant cloth lying around on this boat, being some weird cruise party looking at void boat, but no, just tablecloths on tables and sails on the boat itself, all in use.

Well, I don't see how I can cover this drunk elf, I don't think I can help this elf even further. Urgh, I needed to get away from the happy go village and going to Bricket on a cruise was the ticket to that. With a grunt, I made my way around the cruise, seeing if there's anything interesting I can interact with.

As a cruise ship there is numerous amount of cabins for people to stay in, tables all along the boat holding food, and occasionally people, such as this blue kobold staring wistfully out at sea like some kind of dramatic lil shit.

I observe the blue kobold a bit as I head toward the tables of food. I am actually quite famished. As I made my way there, I expect there would be some sort of fruit or vegetable to consume upon. Picking up one of them, I began to bite into them as I looked at the blue kobold, is there anything he's actually looking at? An island, an animal? Or just the horizon of the blue sea?

I dunno let’s take a look.....Shit fam prolly the sea. Water is pretty neat.

Okay, so I walk next to the kobold quietly and then finally ask, "What are you thinking about?" I ask, curiously.

"AH! HOLY SHIT!!!" The kobold stumbles, suddenly jumping up surprise and landing directly on their kobold butt.

I turn toward the kobold, slightly concerned for their sake. I munch on the fruit quietly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." I offered my free hand to help them up.

"You look like you came from heck here to pull my soul out my spine, frightening me was gonna happen" The kobold takes the deepest breath, and the longest exhale, grabbing Gurag’s hand.

I pull this kobold up and then looked at them for few moments. "So, one way ticket to Brisk or you'll be turning around and heading back home?"

"Well I'll be turning around but not on this boat, think it'll be gone by the time I’m finished what I’m doing" The kobold does an answer. 

”I'm Venison Stoneshark" shaking the hand you gave her.

"Name is Gurag." I replied back, "Hm, it seems like I am not the only one who is leaving the cruise once we dock. Personal business, I take it?"

"Yeah, gonna go visit my sister. She keeps sending me mail tied to a rocks...there just this pile in the corner of my house" Venison chuckles "What you headed to Brisk for?"

"Well, I got a free ticket to Brisk. I have been searching for someone for a long time. Couldn't find them back at home, so decided to try another island to see if I could find them again."

Venison looks Gurag up and down "Given...what your wearing...you collecting a bounty?"

"Surprisingly, no. I am armed to teeth in case if this person I am looking for actually got kidnapped."

"Must be a pretty important person to go through all this trouble" Venison comments, as the sky suddenly gets darker, the winds whipping around like a...whip, thunder cackling without clouds in the sky, Venison becoming startled again, fortunately not falling over this time.

I look around to find the source of the cloudless storm that's brewing around the giant ship. I wonder what's going on around here. I look around to see if there's something quite large that may be casting a giant shadow over the cruise ship... or perhaps follow the source of the crackling of the thunders.

>Roll Perception

The cause becomes as clear as the VOID visible from your location, Thunder crackles just contantly bellowing out from it, loud and unrestrained, its unknown if the wind is coming from it as well but  its certianly there, the area becomes significantly darker the closer the boat sails in proximity towards it.

Is it possible that I have heard myths about this complete void?

>Roll History

It goes by so many names, The Pit, The Void, The Spot, That there big hole in the ocean, But collectively, this is where it happened. The event.

That which shattered a large continent into islands. Ending the old world with such unmatchable force and fury that the land has been scarred with the single most massive puncture wound, Ashes covering the shores of almost every island circled around it. 

Strangely despite the massive hole, no water ever falls in, it just stays there suspended at the edge. No one has figured out why.

I hastily rush toward the cockpit of the ship. I really hope the captain himself isn't drunk on alcohol. I did not work this very far just so I'd die on that land! "Captain! That's The Void! Steer the ship away from it!" I yell as I search for the bridge.

The bridge assumingly being at the front of the ship...cause this boat big you gotta see where you going.

 A man with the most fashionable goddamm hat turns and look at Gurag from the wheel. "I dunno Laddie, Dis be clearly some other giant hole in thar ocean that i wouldn't be able to miss even if i be blind" A sarcastic groan.

"Why are we heading towards it!?“

"Other than the point of the cruise ta pass by the void, loop around and pass by again and stop at Brisk, The reason just escapes me, could it be tha coin that been paid from our gracious passengers? it be the coin yes" The captain sighs. "I be completely capable of keepin a safe stretch away from The Void, why must everyone ask, least you didn't run in here naked screaming about goblins stealing yer teeth"

Oy, there was a drunk elf muttering about goblins stealing their teeth earlier... no matter, that's not really important. "Then what's the point of endangering our life by sailing near The Void? Sightseeing tour!?"

"Yes actually, you're one of dem free ticketers ain’t ya" The captain frowns at Gurag. "Alright, ladie, tell ya what, I can give you a row boat and you can paddle yourself to land miles away while you wet your sissy pants, spooked of the big scary hole"

Orc's culture and urges to the the bravest, the strongest, rising.... "Steer the boat aside to safety, or I'll stab you and steer the boat myself."

>Roll Intimidate

"Fucking free ticketers, Go ahead steer the ship" The captain throws his hands up and just leaves the bridge.

I immediately run up to the bridge to steer the boat away from The Void! "Fuckin' senile seafarer..." I mutter quietly under my breath. 

Guess who doesn't have sea vehicle proficiency? :D 

[ oh fuck me, well... erm... what do I gotta roll? ]

>Roll that bad boi at a disadvantage

Unable to even slightly navigate the tides, the difficult whipping wind, or even this massive ship, it start careening toward the void.

Is there any other co-captains present that could be of an assistance?

There someone in the back of the bridge chewing an apple, leaning back in a chair and watching you. They also have a fashionable sailor hat.

"Hey, you! Can you help me out here?" He gestures toward the steering wheel of the boat, "I'd hate for us to die in The Void."

"Oh me too, that is a fate i'd love to avoid, but some mad man seems to have taken over the wheel scared off the captain, and seems dead set on steering as close as possible the fucking hole. if only he'd get the fuck out of the bridge and let us do our job" they don't sound even slightly happy.

I am not really happy about this but... I cross my arms and then stepped aside, "Just don't have us head to the freaking The Void again.”

"Never was the plan, just getting close enough to see it, and curving the fuck away, and oh look we're close enough to see it, guess what we we're going to do until you got here?"

She lifts her arm and points to the door of the bridge. "Out"

With a grumble, I leave the bridge quietly and then stepped out of the bridge. I head down the stairs and then just went to the table once more to get a giant leg of cooked turkey and grab a bite out of it. I focus my eyes over The Void to ensure that they aren't driving us to our death. Something about The Void is very unnerving.

The ship is sailing away now, going directly to Brisk now since one of the passengers is very aggressive about it.

Venison in the distance looking at the sea again.

A dull flop sound suddenly, against the floor of the ship, like something squishy hit into it.

As long as they head straight for the Bri- what was that? I looked around to see what the sound was coming from. I headed toward the source of the sound very closely to investigate.

When you head down to the source there is...something strange that’s flopped onto the ship, It...Its looks like a weird amalgamation of parts attached to some kind of pink squishy thing.

Okay, I see the weird jelly fish thing. I immediately call attention to others about this creature thing. Assuming it's already dangerous from its otherworldly appearance. I withdrew my (spellbound?) sword and poise myself as I prepare for battle.

A second one flops onto the ship, from visibly directly upward.

>Roll Initiative

These strange creature suddenly attack two passengers closest, and they drop like a sack of potatoes.

>Gurag’s Turn  

I dash past the passengers in front of me to get closer to the thing! I cast Thunderwave.

You unleash a thunderous blast as it erupts loudly knocking one of the creatures ten feet away, and mildly damaging the other as they both wriggle painfully.

>Their Turn

One of them dissappears suddenly, as the other flees away. The passengers that had been attacked suddenly stands straight up.

>Gurag’s Turn

Well, that was a bit strange... I am slightly concerned about that. Anyway! I head straight after the small creature! Before I do anything, I have a question. I do have a spellbound weapon, correct?

Well yes, what is the weapon you choose to bond to?

As of now, only the Scimitar.

Well you can summon out of nowhere as long as you are bonded to it, and it’s literally impossible to take away from you.

Good, that answers everything I wanted to know. In that case, I run toward this creature and hurl my scimitar at it from afar.

So that would be improvised weaponry with dex?

Pretty much.

The damage roll would be 1d6, right?

Same as the melee dmg.

It go over the creatures, like a pillow made of sword and lands harmlessly in front of it and it looks down at it and looks back at you and then back at the weapon, Turning around at you on-

>Its Turn

The creature runs right up to you attempting to slash at you with weird claws, Not getting through you dank armor at all, seeing this is fruitless it looks right up at your head despite the lack of eyes.

>Roll Int. Saving Throw

You don’t know what it was trying to do but it actually looks legitimately scared of you.

I recover my scimitar and then bring the sword down on the creature with an intent to kill! TWICE. (Using Fighter's Action Surge, I think?)

Ye its good 

>Roll Away

Half of your two strikes land against the creature cutting against its flesh, and it shudders and shakes in pain, no noise, it doesn't appear to able to cry in pain with mouth.

>Its Turn

It attempts to flee again, an attack of opportunity is available.

Yeah, I am going to fling my scimitar at it as it runs away again.

[I mean you can use melee, but if you wanna throw it]

[ I wanna throw it as it tries to flee for flavor ]

It lands square into and through the squishy pink bit, pinning it to the floor and it stops moving.

Alright, good, I assume it's dead... now... where did the other one go? I looked around and then narrowed my eyes. Hm, it has to be here somewhere... I head over to the woman and then inspect her wounds.

>Roll Medicine

Her cuts looks pretty deep, its likely she might bleed out if these aren't treated, and she look on the verge of tears. "Ow ow ow, I just wanted to go on a cruise, why can't anything ever go my way..."

"Hey, no touching the wound. We don't want to get that infected. We don't know what that thing was. Let me see if I can dress that wound for you. Can you move and sit in the seat, yeah?" I motioned toward the seat next to her, I also look over to someone nearby, "Can someone get me alcohol? Anything with alcohol, oh, and a needle."

The passengers are being about as helpful as they can.  

>Roll Medicine at advantage

"Much thanks." I asked as I took the alcohol and then just took a swig of it and then exhaled sharply, "That's really strong. Sorry about this." I said as I pulled a small piece of cloth from my waist to retrieve a makeshift thread out of it and then proceed to dress the wound...

You does a good stabilize. She’s sniffling as you stitch her up, but eventually says "Thank you"

"Don't thank me, I did my best. I am no doctor. All I did is stop the bleeding. You really, really need to see the doctor."

"I'll see if i can't find the him..or her. Thank you so much" She gives you a big hug and trails off in search of medical meme dank.

"Right then.... erm..." I turn back to the rest of the folks on the dock near me, "Back to your partying. Let's try and avoid The Void as much as possible, eh? It's safe to guess that these creatures came from there."

The passengers nod and get fukin wasted, drinkin the alcohol, dancing and making the sweet music noises with a instrument.

Is there anything you gonna do in the amount of days until your arrival at brisk?

Options include but are not limited to:

{1} getting also wasted   

{2} nothing   

{3} getting super wasted   

{4} Doing a slep   

{5} Contemplating the structure of the universe and everyone's place within the great machine, each their own cog, turning the wheels of fate, inexorably changing the world with even the small actions, as they go about their lives, their goals, and their dreams   

{6} reading a book    

{7} writing a book    

{8} booking a vacation for your book     

{9} ????

I choose 9! If there's nothing interesting, I'll choose a 4, to gain a short rest.

>Roll hit die if you choose, although i don’t think you even lost health

Nothing interesting at the moment, you return to your assigned cabin and acquire yourself some rich sleps, the sleps of kings, the kind of slep that really didn't need to be interrupted by a sudden scream a couple hours later, but that’s just what happens with king sleps, sometimes people do a screm and wake people up.

[TO BE CONTINUED]