#i'm aiming at around 3k words and i know for a fact i can get 1k/day

[sol-flo]

btw going on masters lockdown mode this month and i've already got a late start but WILL NOT let that get to me because shame demotivates shame demotivates shame demotivates

[jplupine]

Day 20: Sosuke Aizen ~ Enemies

Pairing: Sosuke Aizen x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3k Date Published: October 20, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Dom!Aizen, Exophilia, Size Difference, Blood/Injury, Choking, Power Play, Degradation, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Biting, Hate Sex, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Creampie, Dub/Non-Con Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Aizen also uses term likes '(little) rabbit', 'dirty little thing', and 'feral little twerp' to refer to Wynter. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: What's a little hate fucking between enemies?

You can also read it on AO3!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

  I'd gotten in way over my head.

  I knew that for certain when I was slammed against the wall, my cheek and chest pressed against the cold surface, and my sword clattering across the floor somewhere behind me. Warm breath hit my cheek as I snarled and struggled to free my arms currently being pinned behind my back. My bottom lip was throbbing and bleeding, and I could already feel the ache of several bruises forming.

  I'd made the stupid mistake of coming inside this building after seeing glimpses of what I thought had been a monster. And, indeed it had been a monster, just not the kind I had been thinking of.

  "Don't worry. I won't kill you now. That would be such a waste." He muttered while smiling with fake pleasantry. "But you did find me sooner than expected."

  "The fuck are you talking about?"

  "Oh, I know who you are....Wynter." How he said my name made my skin crawl. His pale eyes sitting in pools of black seemed to look right through me as he leaned in a few inches closer. "I've had my eye on you for some time. A real up-and-comer, you are. You see, your growth has been of interest to me."

  He was close enough now that I reared my head back to headbutt him. However, he'd seen it coming and caught my head before I could hit him. His hand fisted in my hair and slammed my head back against the wall.

  I groaned from the throbbing pain, and he held my head there as I cringed.

  "I know you're not stupid enough to think you'll win here." His tone went flat. "And I'm not stupid enough to let you loose so easily."

  "The fuck do you want, Aizen?"

  "Oh? Know my name, do you? I'm flattered." He then softly sighed and tapped a finger against my head. "What I want is for you to continue growing. You'll accomplish great things, Wynter. For me especially."

  "Fuck you. I'd never do anything for you."

  "Not yet. You'll come to see things my way eventually."

  "In your dreams." I threw back my hips to ram into him, and he grunted from the heavy impact. He loosened his grip enough for me to slip free, and when I twisted around, I saw the only reason that had worked was due to the fact that I'd ended up hitting his dick in the process.

  Aizen was hunched over while clenching his jaw and holding himself. When he looked up at me, he was pissed and didn't hide it. I took my chance, grabbed a steel bar laying out from construction, and swung it.

  The bar landed heavily against Aizen's cheek, causing his head to snap to the side. Aiming it for his glowing chest next, he caught the bar and snarled. His other hand shot out and caught me around the throat.

  The bar clattered when he threw it to the side. Aizen lifted me off the ground as I clung to his wrist and kicked my feet. He held me out far enough that my kicks didn't reach.

  "I didn't think you'd go for such a low blow." All three of his eyes were narrowed at me, and I scoffed.

  "If fighting dirty means I get out alive, I'll fucking do it." His hand squeezed, and I snarled while trying to pry off his fingers. My back hit one of the tables littered with scraps and supplies hard enough that I grunted.

  Aizen's free hand reached toward my face, and I turned away as much as I could. He roughly grabbed my jaw to swipe his finger over my chin. His hand pulled away, and I saw the blood on the tip of his finger.

  I watched as he then proceeded to lick the blood off his finger, smearing red across his tongue as he smirked.

  "I said I wasn't going to kill you, Wynter. I said nothing about hurting you. And, my, don't you taste divine?" Aizen purred while giving me a condescending look. And I knew I should be more concerned with figuring a way out of this, but his handsome face and tone made something stir in my gut. When he licked his lips didn't help, either.

  I raised my leg to kick him, but him grabbing the back of my knee killed all the power behind the kick. Aizen's smirk fell as he looked down at me.

  "You're powerless, and yet you keep trying." He squeezed his hand around my throat for emphasis, and I coughed. His head then tilted as his gaze wandered over me. "Hm. I can see why he calls you a little rabbit." My brows furrowed with confusion. "One of my subordinates that I have keeping an eye on you. The nickname he's given you is quite fitting; So small, kicking about, and even how your heart races. All so much like a caught rabbit. I guess that would make these your floppy ears." Aizen leaned forward to catch my leg on his hip so that he could grab one of my pigtails without getting kicked.

  He seemed amused now as my hair slipped through his fingers.

  "What a soft little rabbit." He was enjoying toying with me and flaunting his power. I grabbed his wrist to push his hand away, and he only twisted his arm to switch the hold. My hand was now pinned to the table, and he leaned down with his long hair spilling over his shoulder.

  Aizen licked the blood off my chin before looking at me through half-opened eyes. The corner of his mouth curled up in a small, cruel smile.

  "How interesting."

  "What? That you're a fucking weirdo?" I snapped, and he squeezed his hand around my throat to cut off all airflow.

  "I'm the weirdo?" He mused with a hum. "I'll let you in on something, Wynter. Since fusing with the Hogyoku, I've reached heights you could not fathom. And that includes my senses." His tone lowered as he brought his hips closer to mine, making me feel his half-hard cock. My eyes widened as heat flooded my cheeks, and his grip loosened enough to let me breathe again. "I can smell your arousal, little rabbit." He then licked the cut on my lip, making me wince from the sting of pain.

  "Bullshit!"

  "Oh, we both know it's true. You reek of hatred and arousal." Aizen spoke low as his lips were only centimeters from mine. He ground his hips into mine, and I jolted while taking in a sharp breath. "Such a dirty little thing, you are."

  "Fuck you!" I snarled, and he chuckled.

  "Very well." He let go of my wrist and undid the button of my jeans. He felt me moving to attack him, but he squeezed my throat again until I couldn't breathe. "Come now, rabbit. You've already been caught. In more ways than one, might I add." Aizen smirked while yanking my jeans down.

  With my pants now at my knees, he leaned against the taut material to force my legs up, essentially trapping them against his sides. I punched him across the cheek, but the position I was in didn't allow for a full-force blow. Aizen only laughed while pressing his fingers between my thighs.

  "You truly are multifaceted, Wynter." He didn't have to strike back because his fingers feeling the wetness of my underwear was enough to make me feel as if I'd been slapped. Internally yelling at myself to stop lusting for the hot bad guy never worked.

  I could only guess my body's response was like an anger boner. It wouldn't be the first time I felt the urge to fuck someone I hated, but the other time hadn't included a literal fight with a mortal enemy. It also pissed me off how much Aizen was enjoying this purely for the power dynamic.

  It was clear that I was weaker than him in every way, especially since I couldn't keep my rage boner in check. Maybe if I masturbated more, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

  Aizen ran his fingers over the wet fabric of my underwear before ripping them off. I grunted from the harsh tug against my hips before the seams tore.

  "My, my. It's like you're begging for me." Aizen cooed while looking down between my thighs. His fingers slid between my lips and pulled away with clear fluid stretching between his fingers and my pussy. "Perhaps I should tell my subordinate of this. He might be interested in playing with you as well."

  "Tell anyone, and I'll kill you." I snarled while digging my fingers into his wrist.

  "You should watch how you speak to me, Wynter. I could just as easily change my mind about keeping you alive." Aizen lightly squeezed my throat for emphasis before his fingers pushed deep inside me.

  Clenching my jaw as my head fell back, I could feel my nipples hardening from his thick fingers stretching me open. He hummed to himself while slowly stroking as he watched me. Aizen curled his fingers, and I took in a sharp breath.

  Each curl got him closer to the perfect spot until he finally found it, and my back arched off the table as I muffled a moan through clenched teeth. He pressed against that spot each time now just to make me writhe while trying so hard not to give him the satisfaction of knowing it felt good. But no matter how many moans I swallowed or bit back, he still knew from how I twitched and squirmed beneath him.

  Aizen's face appeared over mine when he finally pulled his fingers free, and I was shocked when he kissed me. His lips were soft and warm, but I was stubborn. I bit his bottom lip as hard as I could and tasted blood.

  "Ah!" Aizen pulled away as he bled, and his nose twitched up into a snarl. His tongue ran over his already healing lip before he snapped his hips forward and roughly sank his cock balls deep. I cried out from the suddenness, then looked at Aizen with a heated glare full of hatred.

  He'd somehow rid of his clothes while I was distracted, so I now saw the expanse of his smooth skin and muscles with the Hogyoku glowing in the center of his chest.

  "What an intoxicating scent." Aizen cruelly smirked. "All that anger....frustration....lust.... And how you took it all on the first try." He chuckled while rutting his hips for emphasis.

  "I hate you!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

  "I don't doubt it." His hips rocked back before slamming into me hard enough to rattle the table. Aizen struck deep, shaking me to the core as his hand on my throat made it feel even better.

  The scattered items on the table jolted with each heavy thrust of Aizen's hips. He didn't care about being gentle since this had no niceties tied to it. We weren't lovers in any meaning of the word, we were enemies through and through with the intention to harm.

  My pussy just couldn't get its act together and stupidly continued to leak with arousal while every strike of his cock sent shocks of pleasure through my nerves. I hated it. I hated him. But it felt so good.

  "You're a disgrace, Wynter. Look at you. Pinned, legs spread, and getting fucked by me." Aizen was grinning as he looked down at me in more ways than one. "And you like it."

  "Go fuck yourself." I panted as my brows deeply furrowed from trying so hard to contain myself.

  "Well-" He leaned forward to shit talk more, but he was cut off by a heavy-handed slap across his face. The sound of it echoed, and Aizen angrily flipped me onto my stomach with one arm pinned against my back before he thrust inside again. The new angle and pressure against my lower stomach made it too much, and I moaned.

  Fingers curled around my already aching throat and squeezed as hot breath hit my ear. His hips smacked against my bare ass as slick smeared across my thighs.

  "You're such a fucking brat." He growled into my ear. "Although....now I know you'll be harder to break than I expected."

  "What's wrong, Aizen? Can't take a hit from a mere mortal?"

  "Your attempts to fight back are only amusing for so long. I also don't enjoy being struck in the face repeatedly." Aizen fucked me harder as if to retaliate against me hitting him, and I felt my knees weakening as the table held up my weight.

  "I-It's what you deserve." I grunted as my hands balled into fists.

  "You're dripping wet and have the audacity to continue acting this way?" Aizen snarled.

  "The fuck were you expecting?" I panted while struggling to move since the position he had me in limited my range of motion. "For me to squeal and beg for mercy? As if."

  "Mmm. I still might get you to squeal." His tone dropped before he let my throat go to fist his hand in my hair. He pulled to jerk my head to the side, and I felt his lips on the side of my neck. Aizen kissed and bit, adding intermittent stings to mix in with the pleasure.

  The table continued to rock as his dick pistoned and rammed my hips into the edge of the table, making the corner dig into my skin over and over again. I could feel more bruises forming, and I tried even harder than before to not moan. I bit my lip until it was bleeding again from the scab ripping.

  Aizen licked up the side of my neck as a shiver went up my spine. He then pulled away while keeping me pinned against the table. His grip in my hair tightened before he tilted his hips and slammed into a spot that made me see stars.

  I was moaning before I even realized it, and Aizen chuckled.

  "There it is." He cooed and struck the same spot repeatedly. The sick, slick sounds filling the half-constructed room mixing with my own moans echoed back to me and only pissed me off more.

  Aizen let go of my arm only to bring his hand down harshly on my ass. The smack made me jolt, and the sting told me it was already turning red.

  "One for each offense sounds adequate, don't you think?" He questioned before spanking me again. I cried out and flipped him off from over my shoulder as my nails dug into the table. Aizen clicked his tongue at me in a disapproving manner. "That'll be another one." Another smack, and I clenched my jaw.

  My ass was hot and stinging with each hit and no relief. My traitorous pussy didn't care and just kept taking the entirety of his cock while dripping with arousal. And to make matters worse, my neglected clit was throbbing.

  "You're shaking so much, little rabbit. Are you getting close?"

  "No!" I tried to sound as vicious as possible, but my voice cracking ruined it. Aizen chuckled in amusement and squeezed my aching ass in his palm. I grunted with my hands balled into tight fists with my knuckles turning white. "And don't f-fucking call me that!"

  "What? Little rabbbit? But it suits you so well." I could hear the smile in Aizen's voice. His hand released my hair to grab my throat once more, and he pulled me back against his chest. My fingers tried to pry his hand away from my neck to no avail. "Relax. It'll be over soon, you feral little twerp." Aizen reached around with his other hand, and his fingers slid between my thighs. My body clenched when he rubbed my clit, and it was then that I heard him grunt right into my ear.

  Looking up at him, I saw that his eyes were closed as his mouth hung slightly open from his panting. He may hold most of the power in this situation, but not all of it.

  I reached back with one hand and grabbed his ass, causing him to jolt and buck his hips. I pulled him closer with each thrust as my nails dug into his skin enough to make him hiss through his teeth. Aizen squeezed his hand around my throat again, but this time it wasn't to cut off air.

  He added more pressure with his fingers, and pleasure was exploding through my body as I shuddered and moaned. My nails dug deeper into his flesh while he continued to fuck me without mercy. He muttered such hateful words in my ear between grunts, feeding into the rage-filled lust and his own ego.

  I felt the knot in my gut yank loose as I moaned and shivered. My orgasm was a relaxing heat flooding my veins while Aizen kept thrusting until he couldn't take much more himself. My body clenching and shuddering around him was the last straw.

  His cock spilled cum deep inside as he twitched and groaned low near my ear. Aizen gave a few shallow thrusts before pulling out and shoving me onto the table again. Panting, I barely caught myself as a mix of bodily fluids were leaking down my thighs.

  "I'll be seeing you again soon, Wynter." Aizen's smooth voice came from over me as he dug his fingers into the aching red marks on my ass. I hissed in pain and swung my fist around only to see the bastard was already gone.

  Spitting blood onto the floor, I had to lean against the table from how weak my knees were. Heavily sighing, I laid back on the table to catch my breath. My entire body ached in different ways, but I couldn't fully relax as some of the things Aizen said still lingered in my mind.

  Even if he was now gone....I now knew he had someone watching me this whole time. Was that subordinate watching now? Fuck, that would be humiliating even more.

  Wiping a hand over my face that was covered in a thin layer of sweat, I swallowed. I wasn't sure if Aizen's parting words were warning of another fight to come, or him planning another session of hate-fucking. Either way, I didn't plan on having a repeat of what happened today no matter how good it felt.

  I was going to kick his fucking ass.

[snowblossomreads]

You Don't Love Me Anymore?

Summary: All it takes sometimes is a simple action to show how much someone cares. And sometimes it is the lack of that action that can potentially cause hurt even if it is unintentional.

Pairing: Female Reader x Severus Snape

Warnings: A hint of angst but all the fluff to make up for it.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I'm back again with another Severus story because this man has me in a chokehold and I adore him so much! I got this idea from a post somewhere on Tumblr and I'm curious to see if anyone can guess what it was. Don't worry I'll put the inspiration at the end!

Let me know how ya'll like it!

There was a genuine look of concern and confusion on Severus’ face as he entered a muggle coffee shop and turned to say something to [Y/N] only to see her not next to him when just a moment ago she had been.

That confusion only grew when he turned around and through the foggy glass door did he see said woman who just stood there, eyes on him and a slight frown on her lips.

Was she not coming in? She did insist that they come to this particular establishment as while they both enjoyed the tea selection at Madam Puddifoot’s, well the decor was a bit…much to say the least.

And it wasn’t exactly a warm day outside, seeing as there was snow coating the ground and occasionally snow flurries had landed on them while they were out and about.

So why was she still out there? When he saw the frown on her face grow deeper and she seemed to have backed away a bit from the shop with eyes averted to the ground he knew he had to check to see what was wrong.

Baffled, Severus walked out of the coffee shop, the little bell above the door singled his exit as he went to stand in front of [Y/N] who did not look up at him and just balled her gloved hands into a fist by her side.

“Darling what are you doing standing here you’ll get cold,” his voice soft as his fingers brushed snow specks of snow off the scarf she was wearing around her neck and then went to stroke her cheek. “Do you not want to go to this shop anymore? We can go elsewhere.”

His inquiry was met with silence and a turn of the head from her as if she was trying to escape his touch. This along with the sniffle that had left her form made him feel uneasy.

“[Y/N] what’s wrong-.”

“You don’t love me anymore?”

She had cut him off with an audible whisper and for a moment he wondered if he had heard her correctly. Didn’t love her anymore, what? While he hadn't said the exact words of ‘I love you’ to her, they had already discussed his reasons why and she accepted that with ease and was more than happy for him to show her his love if he found it more meaningful.

So why was she asking him this now?

“What are you going on about [Y/N], of course, I do, why would you say that?”

His voice was laced with a mixture of hurt and bewilderment at her question. There was also a hint of annoyance, though not aimed at her but rather at the situation and where it was taking place at. Here they were in the middle of the cold with muggles walking around, some having the nerve to slow down a bit when passing by as if what was happening was any of their business.

He hoped that it was worth it for them as they would no doubt wonder for the rest of the day why it seemed as if their legs would lock up suddenly.

“You don’t love me anymore.”

The question that was posed earlier had become a statement as she looked up at him. This time her voice broke, and tears began to form in her eyes. And as confused as he was, the way she had spoken and how distraught she looked made his heart shatter a bit.

Even if it wasn’t true, the fact that she thought this was enough to make him feel absolutely devastated at her words because it was far from how much he adored her.

“Darling what are you talking about-.”

“You didn’t hold the door for me, Severus!”

The warm tears she didn’t even realize had formed in her eyes had started to cascade down her cold cheeks and it blurred her vision as she tried to harshly swipe them away.

Though to no avail as the thoughts of ‘he doesn’t love you anymore’ ran through her mind and it just caused that squeeze in her chest to constrict more before a watery wail of,

“ I-I was behind you and y-you said you would always hold the door for me no matter what. And you d-didn’t!”

Ah.

A spark of realization came to him as soon as she had said that. To someone who wasn’t them, this would most likely be a non-issue as most people could open the door quite fine by themselves.

Hell, she could have used some nonverbal magic if she wanted to do that and confuse a muggle or two. But of course, that wasn’t the point here as he did vividly remember the conversation he had with her about that, and clearly, she did too.

---Flashback---

Neither of them had remembered exactly what it was that had made them so angry with each other. But if they could go back in time and watch what had happened they would both agree that the reason hadn’t made any sense and that their tempers had gotten the best of them.

It didn’t matter though as [Y/N] briskly trailed behind Severus and quietly fumed at the thought of the row they just had in her office. Why was she even following him back to his chambers anyways as she was sure neither of them would be up to even talking with each other.

Nevertheless, she followed and was about to shout at him to slow down but stopped herself when he abruptly halted at his chamber's door.

Not until she was nearing him and was about to say something did he turn to the door, and speak the password to his chamber causing the portrait that doubled as a door to fling open.

Instead of going in first though, he stood back and turned to look at [Y/N] who was puzzled at why he hadn’t gone in yet.

“Are you just going to stand there?” She questioned knowing that she was coming off a bit catty as she was still annoyed with him but also confused at why he was just standing there.

He didn’t miss the annoyance in her tone, and his eyes narrowed as he bit back with his own jab of,

“Obviously not. I was waiting for someone to catch up but it seems as if she is more interested in asking mundane questions.”

“Look I can’t help you have longer legs than me! It feels like I'm trying to keep up with a blasted Hippogriff walking with you sometimes!”

“I’ll make sure to walk slower next time if it ceases your incessant complaining then.”

She bit the inside of her cheek at his words so she wouldn’t retaliate with something nastier as she had started to become incensed again at his snark. Yet she also still wanted to know why he had just stood there.

“Please do, but that still doesn’t answer why you are just standing there.”

He huffed, clearly exasperated by her question, and wished she would just go inside because he was exhausted and neither of them could be held responsible for how snide they were being with each other.

So he answered with the truth because at this point he just wanted to have some tea, or maybe something stronger...definitely something stronger, and to go to bed. But he did not want to do this while both of them were so irked with each other.

It would only make his insomnia worse when his brain wouldn’t shut off with the knowledge that she was still angry and probably because he had made her that way.

“Because silly girl,” he sighed out as he approached [Y/N] who narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, not quite sure what he was up to. Though as soon as he placed a hand on her cheek and caressed it she had almost involuntarily melted into his touch.

Sure she was annoyed with him, but Severus Snape was smoother than most people gave him credit for and good Merlin did he know how to use his fingers. Eh-hem.

“I may be annoyed with you right now but I still care for you. So I’ll always open a door for you even if we are squabbling like a bunch of dunderheads.”

She blinked once, then twice at his statement, not sure that she had heard him correctly. Though she could have sworn she saw an upward twitch of his lips when she opened then closed her mouth as she didn’t know how to respond. His words shouldn’t have made her heart wobble a little bit should it have?

Nor should they have immediately calmed down how enraged she had been inside, right? Yet they did though because [Y/N] knew full well that him doing such a thing no matter how small for her validated his words as he did always prefer to show his care.

Severus watched as she worried at her bottom lip, her eyes which no longer carried that fire of anger like moments ago, were a bit softer and the furrow of her brow signaled that she was in thought.

“Come now. If we are going to have a row, we can at least do it somewhere more comfortable.”

The hand that had been on her cheek fell, and he had instead taken a few steps past her so that he could place his hand on her lower back to guide her to the door that was still open.

She nodded at him, a soft ‘okay’, opposite from the fiery tone she held earlier, left her lips as she let him guide her to his chamber.

As they were about to pass the threshold of the room though, [Y/N] froze suddenly and this had Severus raise an eyebrow as she turned to gaze up at him. Her lips bore a bashful smile and she had a hopeful look in her eyes that had him interested in what she was about to do. He didn’t have to wait long at all as in a very curious yet gentle tone she asked him,

“You’ll always hold the door for me?”

There was no hesitation in his answer as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and murmured,

“No matter what.”

A sweet giggle left her lips at his words and actions as she let him guide her into the chambers, the thought of an argument with him long fallen by the wayside.

---Flashback End---

“Oh [Y/N] come here,” he spoke in a hushed tone, tightly wrapping his arms around her shaking form as she began full-on weeping, upset at the thought that the man she loved so much didn’t feel the same anymore.

And as much as he didn’t enjoy public displays of affection such as this, he would ignore that thought for right now, more concerned about how broken up the woman was.

“I thought you heard me saying I was going ahead to get us a seat when you stopped to look at one of the windows,” his words came out in a soft murmur so only she could hear as he rubbed her back to try and soothe her and assuage the worries she had. “If I had realized you didn’t hear me I would have waited for you, you know that.”

Tiny little hiccups left [Y/N] as she buried her face into Severus’ chest, with glove-clad fingers clutched onto the dark fabric of the winter coat he adorned. She had no reason not to believe him, not really, as he did agree to come into a muggle town with her just so she could shop and visit the coffee shop they were in front of.

Albeit he did roll his eyes at her suggestion not really understanding why but still he indulged her like with many other suggestions she would bring up.

But even with his words that she knew were true, she still felt her heart ache. There was something about even the thought of him not loving her anymore that could bring her to tears just like what was happening now. Some people would probably think it was unhealthy, but she couldn’t help how attached she was to him, how much she absolutely loved him.

Sniffling a bit, she finally found the strength to pull away a bit from Severus’ chest, the hand on her lower back loosening a bit to let her do so. When she peered up at him, eyes red and watery from the tears she shed, she found the black eyes she loved so much on her.

An anxious frown on his lips as he searched her eyes for answers about if she was okay. He was so sweet to her, how could she ever let the thought of him not being in love with her even enter her mind? Yet it didn’t stop the question that tumbled from her lips,

“You p-promise it was an a-accident Severus?” Hiccups punctured her question as she wiped the salty tears that caused her cheeks to become colder on her coat sleeve. “You still l-love me?”

She knew it was silly and she would no doubt be embarrassed later on about this but, she wanted, no, needed his confirmation. A soft sigh left his form as his body sagged a little. Dark eyes which held little indication of what was on his mind gazed upon her.

For a split moment, [Y/N] felt disheartened by the silence, tears threatened to spill again until she felt his arms wrap around her waist and a squeak was pulled from her as she found herself enveloped in a hug. One that was warm even against the frigid temperature outside as she also threw her arms to embrace him.

“Oh silly girl of course I do,” his lips near her ears, the sound of his deep languid voice vibrated through her body and she couldn’t help the sigh that left her throat. Her body that was running on adrenaline a few minutes ago was relaxing in his touch and at the sound of his words.

“Forgive me if I made you doubt my adoration for you darling. It was never my intention to make you so upset.”

Holding her tight, he placed a kiss on her cheek, not paying attention to the nagging feeling he had inside himself. Never once did he think he’d be showing so much affection to someone in public like this as they both knew how against it he was. But never mind that as it was for her, and he would do anything to make sure she was happy.

For a moment there was silence in between them, the only sound that could be heard was the distant chatter of people, the sound of snow that would crunch when people stepped on it, and the occasional sound of the wind as it blew.

“I’m sorry.”

Her words, though a bit muffled, reached his ears and he allowed her to pull back. Eyes that were only slightly red now were averted from his puzzled gaze and an embarrassed smile was on her features.

“I’m so sorry,” she finally peered up at him with timid eyes, her voice small as she mumbled, “ of course I forgive you, you shouldn’t even be apologizing. I don’t know what came over me, I just- I thought, back to our conversation, and then I thought you knew I was behind you and-.

He didn’t let her finish her rambles before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips which both startled and silenced her. The stunned look that he was met with from her when he pulled away was more than worth the soft ‘ohs’ that were heard from the passersby.

“Oh...Sev,” she felt her cheeks heat up and her eyes were wide as she went to touch her lips lightly, a bit taken off guard at such a sweet kiss from him in public of all places. “Can I take this as you accepting my apology then?”

A deep chuckle rumbled through Severus at her comment as even when she was in shock she never missed a chance to amuse. It was definitely a quality he enjoyed in her.

“I believe so. Though it would be definite if you accepted my request to go inside as I think we can agree it is a bit cool out here.”

“That’s a request I can accept! Plus I’m sure we’ve given the muggles enough to ogle at.”

“Yes, though I’m sure they’ll wonder what happened between now and then that is causing them to trip so much.”

[Y/N] eyes widened at the implication of what he said and she swatted his chest which earned her a playful glare.

“Severus you didn’t!”

His eyes were twinkling with mischievousness and without giving her an answer, he was turning on his heels making his way to the shop door though not going in. It was only when she got in reach of the door did he open it for her and she couldn’t help but feel her heart leap.

Stopping just short of going in the building, she gave him that very familiar curious look, and that same bashful smile played on her lips. Unlike the curious question she had asked in the past when she had that expression, it was instead a statement spoken in a sweet murmur that made his chest ache,

“I love you, Severus.”

With that and a tiny giggle that left her, she quickly slipped into the warm coffee shop before he could say anything to her. Only able to shake his head at her, he couldn’t help the small upward twitch on his lips as he watched her immediately go look around as he entered the shop once more.

One day he would say it to her. It was an unspoken promise he made to himself that she deserved to hear it as he knew it meant something to her even if the word ‘love’ had been twisted long ago for him. But it felt like with each day with her, those twists started to unravel themselves.

Until then he hoped that his actions made her feel wanted and adored. Though when he followed her inside the shop, and she turned back to look at him, a bright grin on her lips as she waved him over to where she was, the only thought that came to his mind was,

“I love you too darling girl.”

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it as I had so much fun writing this!! The inspiration was from a post I saw where this girl's boyfriend would always open the door for her no matter what.

And I don't remember if it was like a prank or if he forgot but he didn't open the car door? For her and she just stood there and almost started crying because apparently he always did that as a sign of love for her and she was like you don't love me anymore????

I think that was it someone link me to that post if you find it lol!

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rumor has it [2/2] • jung hoseok

words — 3K

part one

You took of your shoes, haphazardly kicking them into the shoe rack, pulling off your baby pink sweater as you padded to your room, humming with a gigantic grin on your face.

It wasn't five minutes since you arrived home when a knock sounded on your door. You threw your sweater on the bed, heading to the door.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You called, and the incessant knocking ceased. Probably Minji or Jamie that wants to borrow a book or some paper to print a project. You opened the door, frowning slight when you saw who was on the other side, "Hoseok? Is everything okay?"

"I'm not feeling very gentlemanly right now." He declared before stepping closer, grabbing you by the neck and kissing you until you were breathless, your socked covered toes curling.

"Good night." He said when he pulled away, then added on, "For real this time."

You laughed a little, feeling so ridiculously happy. You wondered if you could combust from it.

"Text me when you get home." You blurted, still catching your breath.

"Promise." He nodded, licking his lips. You leaned forward to peck them one last time. For now.

You laughed again, practically vibrating with giddiness as you closed the door for a second and final time.

***

You liked to think that maybe you would have a boyfriend, in the not so distant future, after that. It's not like you go around kissing any guy you go out on a date with. And yeah, there's been some horrible dates you went on that never went anywhere, but that's a story for another day.

Right now you were more interested in listening to what Hoseok had to say. The two of you were sitting in the Quad, eating lunch together. You warned your friends to pretty please stay away for now because this thing between you and Hoseok was still new and fragile. And maybe you want him to yourself for a little longer but that was none of their business.

"So, the Dance Department is holding its yearly talent show." Hoseok said after swallowing a bit of his chicken and mayo sandwich.

"I heard," You nodded, taking a sip of orange juice. "The whole campus is talking about it."

"I entered and I was wondering if you'd come?" He asked, looking at you nervously. "For me. For, you know, moral support."

"Absolutely." You nodded eagerly, belly fluttering. You liked the fact that Hoseok had invited you to the competition, especially knowing how much dance means to him. "Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure," Hoseok grinned excitedly. "The more, the merrier."

In the three months leading up to the competition, you would scarcely see him during the week with how much he practices but you make up for it by spending most of the weekend together.

You get to know much about Hoseok in the three months that pass. Little things, like how he swears when he gets startled, all of his phobias (spiders, snakes and heights you got, but fear of water was a little bit of a strange one for you, because you're in love with water but it's not like you own a swimming pool so it wouldn't be a problem), his likes (cuddling while watching a movie) and dislikes (watching scary movies at night - or just in general), habits (biting his lip when he concentrates) and hobbies (skateboarding).

Finally, the day of the competition arrived. It was pretty much a full day event, according to Hoseok, because there was the entrance round, which took the most time, quarter finals, semi finals and finals.

You were walking to the hall where the competition would be held with your two best friends, Minji and Jamie. Your arms were linked through each other's. "Thank you guys so much for coming."

"Of course. Where else would we be?" Jamie smiled gently at you.

Minji nodded, then said, "And we've been dying to meet the guy who has finally melted your heart."

"Just behave yourselves." You told them, pointing a finger in warning.

"Who, us?" Minji gasped.

"We're angels." Jamie smirked.

You snorted, looking around for Hoseok. He said that you would all meet out front. "Sure. Whatever makes you sleep at night."

"Hey, Y/N!" Hoseok's voice caught your ears and you turn in the direction you heard it. "Over here!"

A grin breaks out on your face when you see him, a few guys standing with him, and it takes all your will power not to run to him. You didn't even look at anyone else as you walked to him, stopping only when you reached Hoseok. "Hey."

You wanted to kiss him but didn't. PDA isn't something you've discussed yet, and you definitely don't want to be pushed away or make Hoseok uncomfortable.

"Wow, you look . . ." Hoseok breathed, eyes widening when he did a full body sweep of you. You wore a dress for the first time since he's met you, paired with some matching wedges and a little bit of make-up. "Beautiful."

"Thank you." You grinned, feeling your cheeks flush. "You look very handsome." And he did - a low cut white shirt that put his collarbones and little bit of his chest on display, tucked into black, ripped skinny jeans and a pair of white Converse sneakers.

A throat cleared from somewhere around you and both of you snapped out of the little bubble that unknowingly formed around you, the pair of you ignoring the world.

"Right, I should probably introduce you." Hoseok cleared his throat, tossing a glare over his shoulder when one of his friends snickered. "Guys, this is Y/N." He looked at his friends, gesturing at you. Then looked at back at you. "Don't worry if you can't remember all their names today. There's six of them. Okay, this is Namjoon, the best friend I told you about. That is Yoongi-hyung and his best friend Seokjin-hyung. Next to them is Taehyungie and his best friend Jiminie and next to the shorty is his boyfriend Jeongguk."

"I'm not short." Jimin huffed, a hand wrapped around Jeongguk's bicep.

"Of course not, hyung," Jeongguk consoled, patting his head. Then he smirked, "Just vertically challenged."

"Yah, you gigantic brat!" Jimin snarled as he used the hand on Jeongguk's bicep to try and hit him in the back of his head. Clearly this has happened before because Jeongguk expertly ducked away and grabbed Jimin's hand, spinning Jimin until his back was pressed against Jeongguk's chest. Jeongguk wrapped his hands around him a struggling Jimin, smiling as he pressed a kiss against his hair.

"Don't worry about them, they're always like that." Taehyung said with a grin when he noticed the way you looked at them, wide eyed.

"Good to know." You laughed. "Well, it's so nice to meet all of you." You stepped next to Minji and Jamie, who were eyeing all of Hoseok's friends with interest. "And these are my two best friends, Minji and Jamie."

Jamie stepped forward, peering at Hoseok, "It's so nice to meet Y/N's new beau. She hasn't had one since high school."

"Would you shut up?" You hissed, cheeks flaming, as you pulled her back to your side.

"Aww, look. She's blushing. I've never seen her blushing. Not even when looking at pictures of Idols' abs." Minji cooed, laughter and snickering following.

"You two are dead to me." You said with a glare as you went to stand next to Hoseok.

"Hobi-hyung was so excited when he told us you were coming." Jeongguk let know when everyone calmed down.

"I'm happy he asked me, even if it is moral support." You smiled happily, smile widening when Hoseok's hand slipped into yours. Now, hand holding was something you two did a lot.

"Hah!" Seokjin scoffed. "Moral support, my ass. Hoseok doesn't need moral support, he's won this competition since his first year." You could feel your eyes widening, jaw dropping open.

"The other's don't stand a chance." Jimin smirked.

"We're not trying to be mean or anything, but our Hobi-hyung is the best." Taehyung grinned.

"Hey, how come you never told me how good you are?" You huffed, nudging Hoseok's elbow with yours.

"I thought if I told you, you wouldn't come." He admitted, a slight pout on his lips.

"Oh my God, you idiot!" You lightly slapped him on the arm with your free hands. "I would have come either way. I've always wanted to see you dance."

"I'll win for you tonight." Hoseok promised, ignoring the wolf whistles and whipping sounds that came from the direction of your friends after his words.

You just smiled fondly at him, "That's sweet, but you don't have too."

"I want too." He said quietly. "I've never danced for someone other than my friends and family before."

"Okay, fine. I'll cheer for you."

(Hoseok does end up winning first place. And you two end up having a heated make out session in his dressing room afterwards.)

***

A few weeks after the competition, your mom asked you to go and pick up your sister. You don't warn Hoseok beforehand, wanting to surprise him. You hoped it wasn't a bad surprise. This would be the first time you picked up your sister again after the first time you met. You smiled to yourself, thinking how so much has happened since then.

You walked into the studio, making a beeline for Hoseok.

"Hello again, Hoseok-ssi." You greeted with a serious voice. He spun upto you, eyes wide, and you aimed a lazy grin at him, eyes full of mirth.

"Hello Y/N-ssi." His voice was professional but there was an amused twinkle in his eyes as he smiled at you. "It's good to see you again."

"You too." Was all you we able to get out before your sister joyously shouted your name and barreled into your legs. You laughed, crouching down to give her a proper hug. "Hey squirt. How was class?"

"It was sooooo good. Hobi-oppa is a really really good teacher and fun too. We learnt lots of things. Like this." Your sister ended her own ramble as she demonstrated a move that she learnt in class today, looking at Hoseok when she finished moving, silently asking if she did it right. She positively beamed when he nodded, giving her a thumbs up.

"That's awesome." You ruffled her hair. "Why don't you go get your bag before mom gets home before us and reports us missing?" Your sister nods vigorously, before running away. You turn to Hoseok, heart swelling with affection as you immediately catch his eye. "How's she doing?"

"Good," He said, eyes twinkling. "And I'm not just saying that because she has a gorgeous sister that I like very much."

"Ohhh, keep going." You sing-songed with a grin, crossing your arms over your chest, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Hoseok tilts an eyebrow at you, "Isn't it usually the other way around?"

"Yeah, but in this case flattery will get you anywhere." You smirked, enjoying the way his flush deepend from you teasing.

Your little sister appeared by your side, looking between the two of you. Then she announced, "Hobi-oppa, my sister is single, if you're interested."

Hoseok looked away and pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing.

You barely resisted the urge to yank her by the ears as you hissed to her, "Your sister is not single, stop trying to find her a boyfriend. I'm capable of getting one myself."

She gasped, looking at you with wide eyes. "I'm telling mom."

"Mom knows, tattletale." You deadpanned, much to her disappointment. It's true, she knows about you and Hoseok. You sister doesn't. You all decided to keep quiet around the dance school so the other children and their parents can't accuse Hoseok of playing favourites because he's dating you. You also decided not to tell your sister, because you didn't want her to accidentally let it slip out.

The three of you bid your goodbyes, and you and your sister left. You didn't get very far when your phone buzzed.

Hoseok : Not single, huh?

You laugh, practically seeing the happy grin on his face. You two made your relationship official not long after the dance competition and he loves it when you tell people that you're a taken girl. You type a reply with one hand as the other one held onto your sister's.

You: Nope, there's this really great guy that I'm dating.

Hoseok: Luckily guy.

You: I'd like to think we're both lucky.

Hoseok: Sounds fair.

Hoseok: Btw, your ass looked really good in those jeans.

You: Hehe, thanks.

You: You were were rocking the whole soft boyfriend look, btw

"Are you texting your boyfriend?" Your sister asks as she rises on her tiptoes, obviously trying to see on the screen. You make sure to keep it away from her curious eyes.

You smile down at her, "Yeah."

Hoseok: Soft boyfriend look?

"Do you love him?" She asked and you avoided answering her question to answer Hoseok's text, wondering about it. Do you love him?

You: Big t-shirt, sweatpants and barefoot = soft boyfriend look

You: For me, anyway

You: Idk about other people.

The answer came so easily to you. You smiled down at her as you wait for Hoseok to reply. "I think so, yeah."

Hoseok: Ah, gotcha

Hoseok: We still on for tomorrow???

You grinned, butterflies fluttering wildly. Tomorrow evening was Jeongguk's 18th birthday party and you were invited as Hoseok's girlfriend. Apparently it was the formal one - with Jeongguk's family - and then the next evening would be the informal one - with his school friends and Jimin's friends and their friends. You were a little nervous, because only Jeongguk's closest friends was invited to the formal party and while each one could bring a plus one, not everyone did.

At least, that's what Namjoon told you when you ran into him at a coffee shop a few days ago and told him that you'd see him at Jeongguk's party. So, it was kind of a big deal and you were kind of freaking out but mostly, you were excited.

You: Yep, I'll see you there.;)))

The next day, you decided on your nicest clothes, which was the second and last dress you own and a pair pumps.

"You look so cute, I want to eat you." Hoseok had blurted when you opened your dorm room. You raised a brow at him and smiled when he flushed and started back pedalling. "I, uh, um, what I meant to say was-"

"I think you're cute when you scrunch your nose when you don't like something." You cut him off, deciding to have mercy. "Come on in, we still have an hour until we need to go."

He smiled gratefully and you stepped closer to kiss him.

"About what I said just now Hoseok started when you pulled apart, closing the door behind himself.

"There is nothing to explain." You assured him with a gentle smile, heading to your couch.

"No, I need too. I want to be honest with you." He said firmly, but you could tell he was nervous. His shoulders was tensed and it make you feel unsteady. You didn't like that he was distressed. "It's just- I just, I've been thinking about it."

"What, eating me?" You joked, trying to make him relax a little. You looked at him over your shoulder with a teasing smirk, "Sorry, but I'm not into cannibalism."

"Y/N. I'm being serious." His tone made you sober up, turning to him. Hoseok was looking at you, biting his lip, but there was a determined set to his jaw.

"Oh." You felt yourself getting nervous out of nowhere. "Okay. Thinking about what?" You had a good idea what he was thinking about, just not if it was positively or negatively.

Hoseok cleared his throat, looking like he was searching for words before just bracing himself and saying it. "Having sex with you." So, you were right. You will weren't sure if he wanted to tell you that he wants to or not. "I want too." He added on barely a second later for clarification.

Your heart started racing. You blushed a bright red all over - chest, neck, ears, cheeks. You gaped at Hoseok and he waited silently, looking more and more nervous and unsure as each second passed.

You gathered your thoughts and told him the truth.

"Me too." You admitted softly, shyly. "I didn't want to bring it up or push for more during one of our more heated makeout sessions because I wasn't sure what you thought and while I am thinking about it, I'm just not . . ."

Hoseok breath a sigh of relief, so quiet, you almost didn't heard it it. "Not ready yet?"

"Yeah." You nodded. He took his hands in yours, tangling your fingers together.

"I feel the same. Like, in the heat of the moment I want to find out just how flexible you are, but then when I calm down its like something tells me it's not time yet. And that's okay. There's no need to rush. We'll get there." Hoseok said, squeezing your hands, both in comfort and promise.

"Yeah, we will." You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. You kiss him deeply, trying to show him everything you were feeling but couldn't define and put into words yet.

Months later, when both of you are completely ready, it's not just right but it's perfect in that fairytale kind of way you always thought was bullshit but secretly hoped for anyways. Afterwards, when you lay on his chest, looking up at his sleeping face, you breathe those three special words, before falling asleep to the soothing sound of Hoseok's heartbeat.

[minstrivia]

; one year | m.

— pairing: park jimin x reader

— genre: smut, pwp, jealous!jimin

— word count: 3k+

— warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, public sex, pet names, daddy kink, breathplay, creampie

— summary: in which jimin really just wants to enjoy dinner but his jealousy gets the better of him.

It's not entirely Y/N's fault— well truthfully, it's not her fault at all. In fact, Jimin can't blame Y/N for anything right now, except for being so god damn beautiful all the fucking time. Oh, and of course wearing the new dress that he himself had bought and insisted she wore tonight. It's a deep colour red, the type he knew would go well against her velvety skin and it's sexy, form-fitting and it doesn't leave much to the imagination, her breasts are barely hidden by the thin fabric and he finds he's not the only one with his gaze dipping to her décolletage.

So yes, technically he can't blame Y/N. But he's also past rationality and he's definitely putting the unwarranted blame on Y/N. Because he's been planning their one year anniversary for much too long now, ensuring that every single detail is absolutely perfect since he knows Y/N deserves nothing less.

And so far everything's run smoothly and exactly how he's planned, waking her up with his head between her legs because he knows how much she hates breakfast, treating her to a full spa day and massage because he's noticed how much she's been overworking herself recently and buying the Louboutin heels currently on her feet because she's had an eye on them for the longest time. Everything has panned out exactly as he'd hoped— everything, except for this.

His eyes stay fully fixed on Y/N, chin jutted out and a tight-lipped smile tugging at his mouth as he watches the ordeal. The host standing very close to her— way too close for Jimin’s liking, half-lidded eyes roaming the lengths of her figure continuously, his attention solely on her as soon as they walk into the restaurant. The guy's looking at her as if he's imagining her naked and Jimin doesn't put it past him— it's all he's been thinking about as well. Although, then again he's allowed to, she's his, this waiter, however, is not.

But what's really pissing him off about this situation is how quickly Y/N smiles at the guy, it's one of her many smiles he thinks makes her look absolutely radiant, the toothy ones that shrink her gleaming eyes as if she's fascinated about everything around her.

"Jake, wow how—" She shakes her head with a breathy laugh trying to get over the fact that her friend— well, not really her friend more like very close acquaintance she used to have a crush on— is here and he's changed so much, yet not at all. "—I haven't seen you in years, where've you been?"

"Oh, here and there, you know me," He answers with a nonchalant lift of his shoulders and it has Y/N absolutely dumbfounded because he's actually here. Jake had been her college roommates boyfriend for the better part of three years until Tara dumped him and Y/N just never saw him again.

"You work here?"

    "Well, actually—" Jake stands taller, straightening his tie as he tucks his hands into his slacks. "I'm the boss."

"No shit?!"

He nods smugly. And Y/N laughs on instinct, punching her fist into his shoulder lightly just like she used to."Wow that's— that's great."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah," she exclaims. "And you look great as well."

He chuckles. "Me? Look at you, you're gorgeous, but then again you always have been."

And there it is, the reason why Y/N had even harboured a crush on him in the first place, his smooth-talking ability that always had her flushed faced and nervous, tucking her hair behind her ears. But now— now it doesn't faze her in the slightest. Not like if it were Jimin saying those words.

"Thanks...I guess."

Jimin balls his hands into a fist by his sides, clenching and unclenching in an aim to not sock this Jake guy in the jaw. Gorgeous? You've always been gorgeous? He scowls, it's been five minutes and they haven't even been seated yet, he's still having to watch some guy blatantly flirt with his girlfriend while she entertains it. His arm curls around her waist, tugging her flush next to him. So flush, it has Y/N frowning at the action but she says nothing of it.

"But, how have you been after..." She trails off, not really knowing how to ask this or if she should in case it's still a sore subject for him. Because he'd told her multiple times he'd probably marry Tara but Tara just wasn't thinking like him.

"After Tara dumped me?"

"Yeah— that."

Y/N eyes him warily as he lets out a sigh, shifting in his spot a bit. "Well, It's been too long for me to be mad at it anymore. But, how is she? Still breaking hearts?"

There's a little hint of underlying spite when he speaks and Y/N's wringing her hands together trying to not make it obvious she's avoiding his gaze as she clears her throat.

"Erm Tara—" She's engaged now, with a son and another baby on the way. So dumping you may have been a really good idea on her part. "—she's alright I guess."

 Jake hums looking like he's got more to say but decided against it. "Anyway, I'm a lot more interested in how you are? I remember when you used to have that crush on me."

Y/N raises her brows, chewing at the inside flesh of her cheeks anxiously because Jimin's clamping his fingers into the tender flesh of her waist and she's more than sure if he doesn't let up there'll be bruises on show. And she tries to subtly shift his arm with her elbow but to no avail.

"Oh, you do? Me I'm—" She tries to shift him again casting Jimin a heated cursory glance. "I'm good."

"Clearly," Jake drawls, motioning his hand to emphasise his point. "Look how beautiful you still are, we should definitely go out for something, you know— to catch up."

"Oh yeah, I—"

"Okay baby, we're going," Jimin chimes, upper lip curled and his nostrils flaring, finally having enough of this bullshit in front of him. But Y/N's none the wiser, she tilts her head towards him brows pulled in a frown.

"What?" She says, utter bemusement in her voice and it only serves to flare at his anger even more. "But we just got here, we haven't even eaten yet."

"Now."

"But—"

"Now Y/N," He grits out between clenched jaws, he knows if he stays any longer he'll do something he'll probably not regret but she will. "If I have to fucking repeat myself again, I swear to god you'll hate me."

"I—" Y/N clamps down on her teeth instantly, biting back the words she wants to say but she knows it'll only get her in more trouble with Jimin than she apparently already is, so she nods unwillingly.

"Fine." She swallows, feet tapping the marble floor. He's making her seem like a child and she's absolutely seething. "Bye Jake, it was nice seeing you, really."

Jake flits his eyes between Jimin who's glaring lasers into him and Y/N who's puffing her cheeks out with pursed lips. "Oh, Okay. I'll just take your number so I can—"

Jimin doesn't wait for him to finish his sentence before he's dragging Y/N out the store, and she's stumbling behind him trying to find grip on the concrete but it's damn near impossible.

"Fuck Jimin, could you—" She buckles again, her knees giving out as she almost falls to the floor but he's tugging her so hard he prevents her from doing so without realising. "—could you stop a second. What's wrong with you?"

Jimin scoffs deciding against pleasing her with an answer and instead jerks the back car door open, pushing her inside before slamming it close.

"What..."

Y/N crosses her arms, sinking herself down in the seat as she scrutinises the way Jimin stomps around the car, he's muttering to himself and she can just about make out the throbbing veins in his neck. She hates when he gets like this, so overcome by irrational jealousy that he starts taking it out on her. And she knows exactly where his heads at, every time he's pushing her into the backseat she knows what will happen next.

But she needs to reprimand him, tell him he can't get everything he fucking wants. "What was that?" She asks as soon as he's opening the door on the other side.

He clambers in, sitting right next to her. "What was what?"

"Don't play dumb Jimin—" She tries to shuffle away from him but he places a firm hand on her thigh keeping her in place. "—this was supposed to be a nice day for us."

Jimin shrugs. He's angry, really fucking angry. The type of angry that he's not going to shout at her or even argue, it's the type where he needs to fuck her and show her exactly how fucking pissed he is. And he'll wait a bit— wait a bit until she's said what she needs to say and let her think she's in control for a while. "It was— planned it to a tee and everything."

"Yeah, and now you've fucked it up with your, uncalled-for might I add, jealous act. Jakes's just a friend I used to know."

He scoffs. "For a friend, he was rather quick to point out your crush on him."

"Past crush," She emphasises. Though she knows Jimin's not listening to her. And he's doing that thing where he keeps eye contact but his gaze becomes glazed as if he's bored. She grumbles to herself. "You're so insufferable."

"Me?" Jimin's nose wrinkles in disbelief pulling her effortlessly by the smalls of her waist onto his lap. "I'm not the one flirting with someone else at our anniversary dinner."

"So now you're saying it's my fault?"

"Didn't say that."

Y/N inhales a deep breath and blows it out slowly. "God, you're fucking hilarious Jimin."

"You think so, baby?" He hikes her dress up, bunching the fabric above her hips as he guides her gently, her clothed core rocking steady on his growing hard-on. "Funnier than that Jack boy?"

"It's Jake," she corrects letting out a dry snort. "And I wasn't flirting with him, so this is pointless." She couldn't, even if she tried, she just can't. She just loves Jimin that much, even if he is a bit of a prick sometimes.

"Oh really— it looked like I was in your way, thought Jack was your boyfriend for a second."

"Jake." Y/N rakes her nails across his nape lightly, the coarse feel of his trousers against her core, igniting a fire at the bottom of her stomach. And she knows she's going to give him everything he wants even though he's going to disregard her every argument. "I was just about to introduce you to him as well."

"Oh yeah when," he says. "Before or after he fucked you in front of the whole restaurant."

"Oh that's— fuck, you're so—"

"Frustrating?"

Jimin nuzzles his face into her neck, a cocky smile curling on his mouth as he hovers over the surface of her skin. He knows he's got her, her shoulders are slumped and there's no urgency in her words anymore. "Good, because I'm fucking frustrated Y/N."

"Was gonna say annoying."

"Hmm." He tugs her underwear to the side, finger stroking languidly between her folds and she shudders inhaling sharply as he curses. She's already so wet and ready for him and it always boosts his ego, that his girl craves his touch. "That's not what you say when I'm fucking you."

He smooths his palms over her thighs patting the fleshy underside twice. "Now stop being naughty and take out daddy's cock—"

He's sucking the skin of her neck into his mouth, nibbling at the surface until there are blemishes of violet littering the expanse and it's making her feel so good that Y/N's following his orders without dispute.

She lifts herself up slightly, knees perched on the leather seats as she pops his trouser button open, zipping it down and hooking her fingers at the top lining of his boxers. He wriggles in his seat, helping her drag the clothing until it's pooling down at his ankles.

"—Want you to ride me first baby," he murmurs against her skin. "Show how much you want me and ride me like a good little slut. Think you can do that? Redeem yourself and be a good girl for daddy?"

His hardened cock stands straight against his stomach and her mouth waters at the sight, she wants him inside her mouth, sucking him off and making him feel good like she knows she can. But she also knows she can't do anything without permission, so she settles for nodding urgently, tongue skimming over her dry lips.

She encircles her fingers around the girth of his cock, guiding his tip between her wet folds, his pre-cum staining the surface as she lines him up with her entrance, hands clasping his shoulders when she sinks herself down on his cock.

"Fuck—" It's a slow-burning stretch against her walls, his cock filling her up bit by bit until he's bottomed out inside her and her teeth are digging harshly into her bottom lip. "God."

Jimin groans, his forehead resting against her collarbone and his hands on her hips keeping her idle as he wills himself to not blow his load too early. She feels so warm, snug and everything he's been yearning for since he woke up that it's almost overwhelming.

"Christ baby, you're cunts always so fucking good for me isn't it?" He tilts his head up capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, tongues moulding together heatedly and teeth clashing every so often as if they both can't get enough of each other. And it leaves them both dizzy with the shortness of air. "Go on baby, ride me slowly."

Y/N's bottom lip juts out in a pout, her brows knocking together in a deep set frown. She wants him to fuck her so badly, but he's got a habit of not giving her what she wants especially when he's like this. So she rises keenly, her torso leaning towards him until it's only the tip of him left inside her and she's bringing her hips down, burying his cock deep inside her again.

"Like this daddy?" She's taking her time as she grinds against him, hooking her arms around his neck for stability. The pace is excruciatingly slow, his length filling her up momentarily before feeling empty again and she finds herself like always whimpering pathetically for more.

Jimin smirks mockingly. Her eyes are locked close, head tipped back and lips quivering and he knows exactly what she wants. He knows how much she hates riding him, she always complains it's too much work for her and normally he doesn't make her do it. But, she needs to learn her lesson.

"Just like that baby." He yanks the fabric off her dress under her breasts, leaving damp sloppy kisses across her chest. "Look how pretty you are like this— think I should make you ride me every time." He grazes his hot tongue over her hardened buds, swirling around the area and she arches her back, hands behind his neck pulling his face closer to her breast instantly. "Just to see your tits bouncing like this for me."

"No, please—" He's making her beg and she'd almost feel it were pitiful if it weren't for the fact that she's aching to be taken by him, fast and mercilessly, the way that always has her throat raw from screaming. "—need daddy to— fuck— need daddy to fuck me hard."

Jimin's grinning smugly, she's so naturally submissive that even when she tries to fight it, she's always back to the same place, begging for his cock. "Really baby? Thought you wanted that Jake boy."

Tears prick at the corners of Y/N's eyes, her release tightly cooling like a spring in her lower stomach and it's close yet so far. "No, no— only want you fucking me, only love your thick cock."

"Fuck baby, you've got such a filthy mouth" He grunts, enjoying how slick with her juices his cock has become, disappearing inside her cunt deliciously. "Imagine Jake hearing you beg for me like that, he'll think you're a right little slut, won't he?"

"Uh-huh." She's getting really impatient now, rocking considerably faster against him but he's letting her, his palms splay over her ass cheeks supporting her actions. "But I'm only a slut for daddy— don't care about anyone else but daddy."

"God, you're such a good girl. I should treat you shouldn't I?"

It's a rhetorical question, Y/N knows it. And she knows not to answer or else he'll only prolong her suffering and she's not sure how much more she can take.

"Come on baby." He's lifting her off him by her legs, pushing her down onto the seat and Y/N has to throw her hands in front of her, sinking them into the seat with one of her legs perched up and the other finding footing in the floor. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless now, till you won't be able to walk— have your pussy proper throbbing for weeks."

"Fuck, yes please," She mewls desperately as he draws her panties down to her knees positioning himself behind her. And her body's visibly trembling in excitement. He's finally going to give her what she's been longing.

And Jimin knows there's nothing slow about his next course of action, he plunges himself into her without warning not giving her even a second to catch her breath before pounding into her unrelentingly.

"Fuck that's...God—"

Y/N won't ever tell him— not that he doesn't know already— but she loves when Jimin fucks her in the car, the barely tinted windows steaming up briskly, the stinging pain of the belt buckle digging into her knees and the slight stationary rattle their movements produce on the car, enough so, that passersby will know what kinds of ravenous things they're getting up to and she absolutely lives for it.

One of his hands clasp around her throat, tilting her head back skyward and his other fastens her arms tightly to her back as he drives into her, the surface of her ass sweltering red at the way their skin slaps together raucously.

"Shit baby, you've got such a greedy cunt," He mumbles, lips brushing over her jaw. Her walls are clamping around him ardently, sending blood buzzing straight to his ears and he can barely think straight. "Could fuck you all day if I could."

"God, that would be— would be really good." Y/N's short of breath, he's pummelling into her so voraciously, the pain's being drowned by the all-consuming bliss her body's feeling. She's clammy with sweat, tears trailing down her cheeks involuntarily and she can't imagine ever doing this with anyone else. No one else can fuck her like Jimin can, telling her he loves her and fucking her like he doesn't.

"Christ, you're all mine aren't you baby?" Jimin asks even though he knows the answer. But she looks so beautiful like this, completely bent at his will, whining like a slut— all for him. The sight is only his to enjoy and he revels in it.

"Yes," she rasps. "All yours.”

"Good."

The car's stuffy with the smell of sex, their constant grunts and moans filling the air and everything seems to be hitting Y/N all at once, Jimin's choking grip on her throat making her feel hazy, his cock straining against her walls as he drills into her with carnal determination. Her minds delirious drugged up on everything Jimin it has her screaming his name mutely, her eyes rolling back as she convulses in his arms.

"Jesus— fuck, you're gorgeous." Jimin's thrusts don't stop as she comes apart in his hold, he's impaling her responsive cunt, pulling her firmer against him as she tries to jerk away. He releases his hold on her throat, lowering her face into the cool leather as he curls his arm around her waist, his fingers reaching to rub over the smooth skin of her cunt aggressively.

"God." Y/N's so oversensitive now, she's sobbing into the seat, her face sticking to the surface and it's music to his ears. And before he knows it his movements are becoming sloppy and jerky. He stills inside her grunting her name as he reaches his own release, his seed spewing inside her and filling her cunt to the brim.

"Hmm, baby." He pulls out of her gently, collapsing back on the seat in a stupor, a complete contrast to his previous mannerisms when he lugs her flaccid body onto his lap, arms circling around her waist with her back pressed against his chest. "You good?"

Y/N hums mindlessly, her eyes struggling to stay open as her body relaxes to his touch. Their mixed juices are trickling out of her, pooling on his thighs crudely and it has him cursing at the mess they've made.

"Fuck, that's hot baby—" He brushes her tousled hair to the side, planting light kisses against her shoulders. "—I love you so much you know."

"Love you too."

Jimin chuckles. She sounds tired and drained her voice nothing but husky whispers. "Happy one-year anniversary Y/N."

"Jimin I can't believe you fucked me in your car on our anniversary," She says, tipping her head back onto his shoulder to look up at him. "Could have at least taken me to bed."

"Too far," he begins kissing her chastely on the forehead. "Plus, I need you to go back to the restaurant."

"What...Why?"

"Need you to tell that Jake boy something."

She tuts her teeth, attempting to hide the smile tugging at her lips. Jimin doesn't want her to tell him anything, he just wants to show her off and boast about how ruined she is; moist with sweat, his marks littering her skin and his cum leaking out of her. Fuck, she really wants to be his forever.

She purses her lips up at him and he doesn't keep her waiting, captivating her in a kiss that feels so right. And she knows no matter what the future holds, she's going to remember this moment for years to come, sitting in the back of his car, the sun setting in the sky around them as he holds her impossibly close breathing her in.

"Happy anniversary Jimin."

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